Blooming Chrysanthemums 1-7

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Blooming Chrysanthemums
Author: 258247675 Words: 5203 Published: 2013/11/08 on: sis
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monitor flickered, and on the screen were two snow-white bodies, one tall and one short, intertwined. They had the same long hair, slender limbs, flat chests, the same almond-shaped eyes, long eyelashes, straight and delicate noses, and rosy lips. Two stunning beauties lay in the center of the large bed. The shorter beauty lay between the taller beauty, whose legs were spread apart, her buttocks constantly wriggling. The only adornment on their naked bodies was that they wore identical black peep-toe high heels. The taller beauty's toes, like jade beads, were tightly curled together, and the shoes swayed up and down with the movement of the shorter beauty's buttocks, making a slapping sound.
The camera slowly zoomed in on the point where the two were joined, a snow-white, rod-like object connecting them. With each thrust, drops of vaginal fluid splattered out. As time passed, the area where they were joined was already wet, with an oval-shaped damp stain on the sheet.
The shorter, long-haired beauty slowly pulled up the taller, long-haired beauty lying on the bed. The taller beauty's long legs were tightly wrapped around the shorter beauty's waist, her arms tightly holding the shorter beauty's head, pulling it close to her chest. Then, she moved her slender waist in an S-shaped motion. As the motion became faster and faster, the taller beauty's neck slowly rose, revealing her oval face, her red lips slightly parted, her breathing becoming heavier, and a
hissing sound coming from her throat. Suddenly, the shorter beauty tightened her grip on the taller beauty's already reddened buttocks, forcefully pushing her into her crotch, the speed increasing. The taller beauty's neck rose higher and higher, her head beginning to shake unconsciously, her long hair flying wildly with the movement. The assault slowly reached its climax.
As the climax drew closer, their pace quickened. The taller woman cried out, "Ah...ah...ah...almost there...almost there...faster...faster..." Suddenly, her labia majora flipped upwards, her red tongue unconsciously darting out, swaying from side to side with their movements. Drops of saliva slowly trickled from the corners of her mouth, splashing onto the shorter woman's long hair.
"Ah..." With a shout as the taller woman arched her back, her body arching backwards. The two women clung tightly to each other, their bodies shivering with each other's climax. Then, they slowly released their arms and lay on the bed. Between the taller woman's legs, a white penis stood erect, its purplish-red head gushing out copious amounts of white fluid, staining their abdomens.
The two slowly drifted off to sleep in that position. Then, a 40-year-old woman with wavy hair walked into the frame. Her cheeks were flushed, and her right hand was tightly covering her crotch. There was a noticeable wetness between her legs, flowing down into her shiny black high heels. She walked shakily to their side, looked down at their still-connected genitals, and licked her thick red lips incessantly. Then, she slowly and involuntarily leaned over, looking at the tall beauty's still-dripping white penis with longing in her eyes. As her red lips approached, her tongue gently wrapped around the white penis, licking away all the fluid. Then she lowered her head to clean the remaining fluid between their bellies.
She gently pushed the taller girl's buttocks, and the taller girl obediently moved her body upwards. The mature woman buried her head in the still-connected area, sucking softly. As the taller beauty's body slowly moved upwards, the shorter beauty's penis was completely withdrawn, making a soft "pop" sound as it was pulled out. The mature woman's fragrant tongue immediately blocked the taller beauty's anus, then her red lips covered it, sucking hard, her throat constantly swallowing the fluid. After a few minutes of swallowing, the mature woman raised her head, licked the white fluid remaining on her red lips, then buried it deep between the shorter beauty's legs, swallowing the now-shrunken white penis completely, savoring it as if it were some kind of delicacy.
After cleaning up the fluids that had flowed out, she took out a blanket to cover them both, and as she was about to leave the room, the two beauties on the bed simultaneously opened their tired phoenix eyes and said at the same time, "Goodnight, wife." "Goodnight, mom." A charming smile appeared on the mature woman's lips. She replied, "Peace!"
Chapter One:
My name is Liu Huiting, I'm in my early forties, 1.62 meters tall, and a fashion designer at Huapai Fashion Company. Although my breasts are slightly sagging, they're still quite firm.
My husband is a physical education teacher at our child's school. He used to be in a circus troupe, practicing his family's martial arts since childhood. His name is Li Linlong. Although he's a physical education teacher and has a powerful name, he doesn't look rough at all. He has fair skin, is quite delicate-looking, 1.69 meters tall, with long limbs, making him appear slender. He's quiet and doesn't talk much. Back then, my friends said this kind of man made them feel insecure, lacked any masculinity, and was a typical pretty boy. They even planned to break us up.
It wasn't until that bar gathering with my girlfriends that their opinion of Linlong changed. Five or six of us were drinking, and when the noise got a bit loud, a group of thugs started harassing us and trying to take advantage of us. Linlong stepped in, and we ended up having oral sex. It escalated into a full-blown brawl, with Linlong single-handedly punching and kicking nine thugs. It was an eye-opening experience for my girlfriends, completely blinding them. My best friend, Lin Hong, quietly pulled me aside and said, "I never expected that your pretty face, which looks so thin, could unleash such incredible strength. He just grabbed one of the thugs by the neck and lifted him up, then threw him away. He's like a modern-day Bruce Lee!"
From then on, my girlfriends looked at me differently, praising me and jokingly saying, "Not bad, not bad. Looks like he's a wolf in sheep's clothing, a pretty face with such explosive power. We found the right person!"
At that time, I was quite proud of myself. But after discovering what happened, I realized the true meaning of my husband's deception.
We also have a child in her second year of high school named Li Fei. Fei Fei is very sensible. Because my husband is a physical education teacher, she has loved sports since she was a child. I don't know if it's a trait or because her diet and nutrition were good from a young age, but she is already 1.91 meters tall and plays power forward on the school's basketball team. In terms of both appearance and personality, she looks exactly like her father. If it weren't for the height difference, they would look like twins!
Because of work, I attend the company's fashion show every month, which takes more than a week. When I come back, I work overtime. My husband often teases me, saying that I am the pillar of the family and the little chef. Yes, he's a high school teacher with plenty of summer and winter vacations. When our child was little, my husband took care of him. Our child has always been close to his father. Once, when our child was young, he came back from a business trip and only recognized his father, not his mother. I was so upset that I burst into tears. My husband comforted me, saying, "Honey, it's okay. He's still young. How could he not recognize you, a piece of your flesh? I'll teach him to call me 'Mom' as his first word, okay?" I smiled through my tears.
Whenever I think back to those times, I feel so happy. I think to myself how wonderful it is to have such a family, a loving couple, and a sensible son...
A week ago, I went on a business trip to attend a Paris fashion show. Because the weather forecast predicted storms and I was worried about flight delays, I told my colleagues in advance that I would return home a day early. When I got back to xx, it was already evening. It was drizzling. I sat wearily in a taxi, staring out the window, thinking that I could finally go home. My heart was filled with excitement. Thinking of my sensible son and my gentle husband, I smiled to myself.
Back at the entrance of the residential area, I carried my luggage and walked back. There was no one on the road anymore; it was quiet. Autumn was approaching, and the temperature was dropping at night. I was thinking about making sure Feifei wore more clothes tomorrow so she wouldn't catch a cold.
As I passed by the community garden, I saw two figures in the distance, nestled on a stone bench by a streetlamp in the center of the garden. Upon closer inspection, I saw two girls, one tall and one short. The taller one had her hair tied in a side ponytail, wore a black tulle dress, black lace-up rose stockings, and patent leather high heels, which accentuated her exceptionally long legs.
The other girl, in contrast, had her hair down, wore a white tulle dress, white patent leather high heels, and lace-up tulip stockings. The two girls were cuddling together, looking like a couple.
Hearing the clatter of my high heels, the shorter girl looked up at me from afar. Suddenly, something surprising happened: the shorter girl grabbed the taller girl's head, pulled her close, and kissed her, using the taller girl's back to block my view. The taller girl seemed momentarily taken aback, playfully punching the shorter girl twice, then wrapped her arms around her and the two girls embraced tightly. I paused, then covered my mouth to stifle a laugh, thinking: "Such a corrupt social atmosphere! Even lesbians shouldn't be doing it so openly!" I don't object to lesbians; I've seen it so much in the fashion world that I'm used to it. In China, lesbians are usually one dressed androgynously and the other normally; it's rare to see a lesbian dressed like this, so obviously seductive. I glanced at the two who had become one, then followed the path parted by the circular flowerbed towards home. In the darkness, I could still hear the sounds of them exchanging saliva and panting. Hearing that sound, my cheeks flushed slightly, and I muttered to myself, "Those two brats aren't ashamed at all..."
Curious, I secretly turned my head for another glance, and what I saw next shocked me even more. The girl in white, who had been caressing the black-clad girl's stockinged thighs, suddenly grabbed the black-clad girl's left leg and pulled it onto her own legs. Then, she grabbed the black-clad girl's buttocks and pulled her towards her. The black-clad girl let out a soft moan, and her legs expertly wrapped around the white-clad girl's slender waist. In this position, the white-clad girl, supporting the black-clad girl's buttocks, stood up, swaying her hips and walking away with her back to me, oblivious to everyone else. Because of the black-clad girl's obstruction, I couldn't see their faces, but from a distance, it looked like a white monkey hugging a black gorilla, the gorilla's limbs tightly wrapped around the white monkey's waist, its buttocks thrusting upwards, making "ha...ha..." sounds...
I stared blankly at this astonishing sight as the two walked towards a black SUV at the other end of the garden. The car stopped behind low bushes. I saw the car lock light flash briefly, then the strange sight disappeared from my sight. Two figures slipped into the car, and then I heard the engine start. The SUV slowly drove away.
Chapter Two
: Because I'm farsighted, I can see things at a great distance. I can even read fist-sized characters 500 meters away. This car was a Honda CR-V with the license plate number Yu Allf1. It must have been bought at a high price; it must be a new car, as the temporary license plate on the rear windshield hadn't been removed.
I returned home with the feeling of witnessing a miracle, thinking that the girl was probably the same type as my husband—someone who practiced physical training, otherwise how could she be so strong? I also thought about going back to the company to find my best friend's lover, Lin Hong, and give her a good beating, to see how she handled things!
What? You read that right, it's about having a little lover. Because in this circle, lesbians are commonplace. Lin Hong and I graduated from the same school and were assigned to the same team. We've had a tacit understanding for over twenty years. At first, it was just for the thrill. One night, after drinking too much at a bar, we'd be watching a movie in our dorm room when there was a scene of lesbians French kissing. I drunkenly said, "Little Hong, how about we try it too?" After that, we got involved in a passionate affair. After we both got married, we wanted to end it, and she thought so too. But this relationship felt like an affair, giving us an irresistible thrill. So, being a lesbian has remained our little secret ever since. When we're on business trips, whoever feels the urge will find the other to satisfy themselves with oral sex, giving us someone to vent our frustrations on.
Afraid of disturbing the children's rest, I unlocked the door and quietly entered. Just as I was about to open the shoe cabinet to change my shoes, I noticed my pair of sandals and high heels lying outside—black leather straps, gold heels—standing there silently. I changed into the sandals, walked around the screen, and put my luggage in the living room. I noticed the door to my son's room, which faced the living room, was wide open. I went into his room but no one was there. I sniffed carefully and caught a different fragrance from the air freshener in his room, but didn't think much of it. I turned around and went back to the master bedroom; my husband wasn't there either. I huffed, "Where have these two grown men gone at this hour?! I was hoping to spend the night with my husband!"
I called him, but couldn't get through. I called my son, but it was the same. It seemed they were both together. Unless something terrible happened, I doubt anyone could touch a hair on my husband's head. In my heart, my husband is great and brave; his smile is always a quiet, captivating radiance.
I packed my bags, took off my clothes, grabbed a change of clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As soon as I opened the bathroom door, a strong fragrance wafted from my son's room. I frowned; I hadn't noticed it when I went into his room earlier, but the scent was so strong now. It smelled familiar, but I couldn't place it...
I went into the bathroom and approached the bathtub, only to find it still half full of water, with wet stains on the floor. I shook my head. How could this father and son live like this? My husband, being so diligent, wouldn't make such a mistake!
Frustrated, I tried to flush the tub, only to find it was clogged. I sighed... finally realizing why I hadn't flushed. I had no choice but to take a shower instead. After showering, I had just lain down in bed when my husband called. He said he had no signal in the tunnel and had just gone to Baiyun Mountain with our son. He was now on the bus back. He asked, "What do you need, my dear wife?"
I said with a coquettish laugh, "I'm itching! Hurry back to the palace to serve me!"
My husband chuckled and said, "Yes, Your Majesty, this servant will be back to the palace to serve you right away."
I laughed, "Stop pretending! Don't let our son hear you, aren't you ashamed? Where's our son?"
He replied, "The little rascal is eating a lollipop, enjoying it! Say something to your mother." Then I heard my husband call out, followed by a slurping sound, and I vaguely heard, "Crush it... later... for... to eat..." Then there was a soft, almost indistinct sound, like a woman's sweet voice calling out, "...Mom...daughter was wrong...from now on...eat..." After about ten seconds, I heard my son's clear voice: "Mmm...Mom, tsk tsk...we...mmm...tsk tsk...we'll be home tomorrow morning...remember tsk tsk...make breakfast!" Then I heard my husband's laughter, "Eat your lollipop, drooling all over your mouth..."
My husband took the phone again and laughed, "You brat, you're so disrespectful around me. From now on, he can call me Mom, and he can call you Dad. I won't hold it against him!"
Then I heard my son shout, "Okay! Mom!"
I burst out laughing. What a pair of rascals! After a few minutes of intimacy with my husband, I hung up the phone. Closing my eyes, I kept thinking about the two women in lace outfits I saw when I got home. Although I couldn't see their faces clearly, their figures were both stunning—the tall one alluring and mysterious, the shorter one pure and beautiful. I also heard the sounds of their tongues slurping and spitting in the darkness, and then another slurping sound slowly rose… that was my son eating a lollipop while I was talking to my husband. Lost in these memories, I drifted off to sleep. That night, I was wet down there.
PS: I wrote this little short story on a whim. Please don't criticize it harshly. I only graduated from junior high school, so please point out any mistakes. I'm not very good at formatting, and it took me over an hour to get this done. If the moderator can't stand it, please edit it. Thank you.
(The End)

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