The Romantic Hunter: The Last Two Nights of My Sexual Encounters with a Young Woman in Yunnan (Part 2)

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The Last Two Nights of My Sexual Encounters with a Young Woman in Yunnan

[Part 2]
"Hmph! You little rascal, you're home, aren't you happy?" She wiggled her buttocks, pushing her vagina further into my penis by more than an inch. "A gentle homeland, isn't it?" The young woman's tone and voice were so gentle that I still feel happy to death when I think about it.
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[1] When we returned to Jinghong

, the car stopped at the entrance of a restaurant, a folk restaurant of some ethnic group. Before our group had even finished getting on and off the bus, two rows of young girls standing on both sides of the door started banging bamboo sticks to keep time, singing a welcoming song that we couldn't understand. These young girls were all dressed in black clothes and skirts, flesh-colored stockings, white socks, and black shoes. I don't know what ethnic group they belonged to, but they were all very short.

The driver said that some of these girls were only wearing skirts and no underwear, and that passengers could lift up their skirts to see.
Who knows if what he said is true or false? Who would dare to lift up young lady Lingqiao's skirt to see what's underneath?
Entering the restaurant, everyone sat down casually. These salesmen were all seasoned eaters and drinkers; they shouldn't be like some women from businesses or housewives who fight for seats at mealtimes—that's the most despicable thing.
"You're pushing the bed up, trying to crush me!" I cried, my arms flying in the air; the young woman couldn't take the weight.
The food arrived, nothing more than braised chicken, braised pork belly, salted duck, pickled fish, etc. Whether it was good or bad didn't matter; the key was to make a living and be full. Each table was given a bottle of baijiu and four bottles of beer—enough. In this situation, who could drink more?

Eating and drinking, the atmosphere was harmonious. The performance began on the stage in front of the dining hall. First, the hotel staff danced and sang, performing several acts. Then, guests were free to go on stage and sing. A unique feature was that, regardless of gender, the hotel staff would give a warm welcome before each guest went on stage.
First, our tour guide, Director Yang, went on stage and sang "Please Stay, Distant Guest." She sang it quite well; this song requires high notes, and she hit the high notes perfectly. Then, several guests went on stage and sang songs like "The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau," all quite well. In this setting, no one would volunteer to go on stage without some talent. (The last sentence, " I couldn't stay,"
seems unrelated and possibly a fragment from another context. )
My father,

filled with joy, arrived in Jinghong at 11:15 AM. Director Yang said, "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment. We'll have lunch at a restaurant, ten people per table. After lunch, we'll return to the hotel for a rest, and then set off for Ganlanba at 2 PM." This arrangement wasn't important; it was quite relaxed.
I also went on stage and sang Yan Weiwen's "Mother," which I suppose was specifically for young women. "Someone carries your new schoolbag when you start school…someone wipes away your tears of grievance…ah, this person is your mother, ah, this person is your mom. Ah, no matter how far you go, no matter what you do, you can never be separated from your mother. Even if you live in a foreign land, someone…" I miss you; when you return home, someone makes you hot tea; when you lie on your sickbed, someone sheds tears; when you smile, someone is overjoyed. Ah, this little one is my mother, ah, this little one is my mom… Ah, no matter how rich you are, no matter how high your position, you can never forget your mother.
Gazing at the river, reflecting on the past and present, I am filled with sorrow and grief. Perhaps you will laugh at me for not writing so much unnecessary stuff. This is a travelogue of my love affair; my travel experiences at the time were just like this, and I am simply recording it truthfully. As

I sang, I looked at the young woman. Although there was a distance between us, and I couldn't see her clearly, I knew she… Her eyes were brimming with tears; she missed her child. A mother separated from her child for over ten days—how could she not miss him? Thankfully, we'd be returning the day after tomorrow.

The performance ended, and the next activity was truly delightful: drinking the nuptial cup. Two young girls from a minority ethnic group, one responsible for serving and pouring the wine, the other for drinking the nuptial cup, went from table to table toasting. The girl drinking the nuptial cup was rather short, so she brought a small stool, standing on it whenever they drank the nuptial cup—it was quite amusing. Everyone ate and drank, eagerly anticipating the two girls' arrival.

With fervent anticipation, the two girls finally came to our table. The lady was excused from the nuptial cup. It was my turn, the tall one… The little girl filled two small cups with wine on the tray. The shorter girl picked up one and handed it to me. She put down her small stool, stood up, and picked up a cup herself. "Congratulations, big brother, on your enjoyable journey and good health! We are so loyal and kind. This little sister toasts you, come on, bottoms up!" she said in a pleasant voice.
After that, we crossed our arms and drank the wine. The wine was a little sweet, somewhere between baijiu and beer, and it had a bit of an alcohol content. No wonder the taller girl didn't drink; this shorter girl probably had a high tolerance for alcohol. After toasting everyone, she must have drunk quite a few cups. After

drinking the toast, I felt I hadn't had enough, so I said to the two girls, "May our good deeds be doubled..." "Let's have another big toast." "How do you drink from a big glass?" the petite girl asked. "You just wrap your arms around my neck and drink from there. Come on, let's have another drink, I guarantee you'll become more and more beautiful and find a good husband," I said with a smile. Now things got
interesting. The petite girl's arms were short, and when she wrapped her arms around my neck, it was difficult for her to reach her mouth. To drink from the glass, she had to lean heavily against me, and I took the opportunity to use my other hand to press her back against mine. The girl leaned forward... She leaned in, and her smooth little face pressed against my ear, her breasts pressing firmly against my chest. Despite her small stature, her breasts were undeniably firm and hard. I drank slowly, wanting to savor her face and breasts a little longer.

Travelers often practice their skills; many girls like this can be won over. I have a friend who did it. The method is to prepare 100 yuan and a piece of paper with your contact number written on it. Of course, the paper must contain some humble words, like "Friends from all over the world," "Nice to meet you," "Wishing you ever-increasing beauty," "May you have a good mood every day," etc. Make sure to include "Please contact me when it's convenient." This guy succeeded easily in Dali; the girl came to his hotel to accompany him. We slept through the night.

After our aunt, Ling Qiao, finished serving our meal, she went to the next table. We also ate our fill, eager to return to rest. There wasn't much else to do, so we quickly finished our meal.
After we arrived at the hotel, Yang, the tour guide, arrived. She had us sign the tour contract

, and we gave her the money. It was clear that Yang couldn't hide her delight. She told us to rest well, that we'd leave at 2 PM, and said she'd see us at Jia Yan.
"Little brother, let's go to the bathroom to wash up. My pussy is still full of your semen, it's all wet, it's so painful." She was suffering terribly; her pussy had been soaking wet all morning.
"Sis, after I fucked you, didn't you put a sanitary napkin in your underwear? Besides, I wiped it clean right after I pulled my dick out of your pussy, so why is it still so wet?" I wondered, why was there still so much water in her pussy? Did she squirt later?

"You still dare to talk, you silly little brother? Do you know how much you ejaculated? Only a small portion came out; most of it remained inside my vagina. Add to that my own fluids, and it's quite a lot. You were happy after you finished, but my vagina was so wet and uncomfortable, it was unbearable!" It's so true. Many times, men don't understand women's suffering. Men should be more understanding of women.

We took off our clothes and went into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, this long shower finally cleaned away the sweat and salt, leaving us feeling instantly refreshed.

The young woman and I both lathered up with shower gel, our bodies smooth and soft, especially her large breasts. Touching and rubbing them was doubly arousing. Our pubic hair was sticky and clumped together, making her labia appear even larger. My penis started to act up.

We embraced, rubbing each other's backs and buttocks. Her smooth breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples hard and pricking my skin, sending waves of itchiness through me.

My erect penis slid back and forth between her slippery legs. She also arched her genitals, trying to rub my penis against her labia, but the shower gel made it too slippery. Her vagina couldn't stop, and the more she tried to stop, the more she rubbed her genitals against me.

"Sis, give your little brother a nipple massage, okay?" I kissed her small, parted lips, begging her to give me a nipple massage.

"You little rascal, here you go, what can I do, I love you," she muttered affectionately, hugging me and starting to twist her upper body, her large breasts rubbing and kneading against my chest, as if she were painting with two big fleshy balls.
While rubbing her breasts, she slowly squatted down and rubbed her breasts, her stomach, and finally her genitals, putting my big penis into her smooth cleavage and squeezing it, making me feel sore, numb, tingling, and itchy.
"Sister, let's change positions, don't squeeze me, I have to go out this afternoon." I had no choice, I'd hit the brakes at the crucial moment.

Hearing this, the young woman stood up and made me turn around. She stood behind me, pressed her body against mine, and massaged my back, lower back, and buttocks with her large breasts.

She even held her breasts with both hands, using her nipples as brushes to write my name on my back and lower back. The slight, tingling sensation was indescribable and unbearable.

It was so comfortable; you couldn't find such a luxurious experience in a bathhouse or massage parlor, no matter how much money you spent. Such thoughtful service—isn't this happiness? Life is so enjoyable; what more could I ask for or complain about?

That's about it. I stood up, picked up the showerhead, and began to scrub and wash the young woman's genitals, making sure she was thoroughly clean. I even personally rubbed and washed her anus; after all, she was so good to me. It's reciprocal.

I cleaned her like a precious gem, leaving her completely pure, and she helped me clean myself.

After the wash, we returned to the room, set a wake-up timer on our phones, and had a wonderful sleep.
[2]

At 1:50 PM, we got up at Ganlanba. At 2:00 PM sharp, our group's bus departed from the hotel and headed to Ganlanba.
Much of the route followed the Lancang River. The Lancang River valleys are very deep. The water didn't seem to flow rapidly, and the river wasn't wide. I had assumed the water would be clear, but it turned out to be quite turbid.

The most striking feature of Xishuangbanna Prefecture is its ubiquitous greenery. Whether on hillsides or in valleys and plains, green flows everywhere, as if the world's foundation is painted green.

This vast expanse of green, to us outsiders, is certainly a scenic view, but it's only for us to look at, for tourism purposes. Overall, Yunnan... It wasn't a desirable place to live, especially before tourism flourished.

In the past, in ancient times, Yunnan was always a place of exile for criminals, and a refuge for those of different ethnicities who were ostracized or seeking refuge from disaster. This is why Yunnan is now the province with the most ethnic minorities in China. This historically wild land was also the cradle of rebellions and subjugation during many turbulent times. Ganlanba, which we were about to reach, was an important place for educated youth to be sent down to the countryside in the last century.

Just after 2:40, we arrived at Ganlanba. Ganlanba is located downstream of the Lancang River, only 40 kilometers from Jinghong City. Ganlanba is... A basin of forty or fifty square kilometers, a small basin, through which the Lancang River flows. Ganlanba, in the Dai language, is called Menghan, "Han" meaning rolled up. Legend has it that when Buddha Shakyamuni preached here, his followers spread cotton cloth on the ground, inviting him to carry it away. After he left, they rolled up the cloth, hence the name Menghan.

Most tourist attractions in China sound enticing but are ultimately disappointing. This is a weakness of our simple-minded people, a blatant lie. And what about "If West Lake were compared to Xi Shi, it would be beautiful whether adorned or plain"? I've been to West Lake in Hangzhou; it's just a stinking pool. The difference between "Xi Shi" and "Xi Zi" is too great.
Ganlanba, at an altitude of only 530 meters, is the lowest point in Xishuangbanna and also the hottest. However, this hot climate brings abundant produce, including coconuts, betel nuts, bananas, mangoes, lychees, star fruit, jackfruit, passion fruit, and more. Besides fresh produce, Ganlanba also produces a large quantity of dried mangoes. The

Dai Ethnic Garden is located in Ganlanba, historically known as China's rubber dream factory, so many people's memories of Xishuangbanna begin with Ganlanba. The Dai Ethnic Garden scenic area consists of five well-preserved ancient Dai villages, some over a thousand years old, and is a landmark in Xishuangbanna. This scenic area, known as the "Dai Folk Museum," showcases the history, culture, religion, sports, architecture, customs, clothing, cuisine, production, and daily life of the Dai people.

Ganlanba has two main villages: Mansongman (also known as Huayuan Village) and Manting (also known as Huaguan Village). In either village, you'll find classic Burmese temples and pagodas, as well as traditional Dai bamboo houses. The area is filled with tropical plants and flowers such as coconut palms, areca palms, mangrove trees, jackfruit trees, and hydrangeas, with Dai bamboo houses nestled among the trees, creating a breathtaking and tranquil atmosphere.

We first visited a Dai village, where tools for labor and various items showcasing Dai customs were displayed. The tools used by this ethnic minority group were either related to spirits or courtship.
Among them was a large millstone, said to require a young man to perform three years of hard labor to marry the family's daughter. If he wasn't willing to do this labor, he could use his skills; there was a tall, thin areca nut tree in the courtyard, and if he could smear oil on its smooth trunk and climb it barehanded, he too could marry a girl.

The Dai people's "人"-shaped, pointed-roof wooden houses, resembling Buddhist temples, typically had three floors. The first floor was large... The second floor was mostly used for storing miscellaneous items or housing livestock; people lived on the second floor, and the third floor was generally used for storing grain or housing young women.

If a young man was having an affair with a young woman, he could set up a ladder to the third floor in the middle of the night. The old woman living on the second floor would pretend not to see if she didn't object; if she didn't like the young man, she would push the ladder down or light a lamp, preventing him from having sex with the beautiful young woman.

Upon arriving at the building entrance, a man in his forties warmly welcomed us inside. Rong Haolingqiao went up to the second floor.
He meticulously served tea to each person, and then began to display his exquisite silverware: silver bracelets, silver hairpins, silver pendants… everything imaginable, the prices of which were, of course, indescribable. The items were expensive and not cheap.

Two ladies from our tour group couldn't resist the persuasion and bought silver bracelets, claiming they were for warding off disasters and ensuring safety.

My young wife was also tempted, but I secretly told her that the silver content of the silver items here was less than 10%. After hearing the truth, she decided against buying them.

Seeing that no men were kneeling, the middle-aged owner said emotionally, "I have a little sister who has just come of age. Who would like to stay and be my son-in-law? I like you two the most, especially those who wear glasses. Brother, how about you stay?" He praised his daughter while pointing to a male traveler in his thirties.
"Sure, you can stay, but first, let me see your sister," the male traveler echoed, trying to outdo him.
"Haha, no way! How can I see my sister without buying silver?" The purpose was so blatant that we felt there was no point in lingering any longer, so we got up and left.

Leaving the simple Dai-style house, we arrived at the larger Manchunman Temple. Ganlanba has many temples; each magnificent, exquisite, and ancient temple and pagoda testifies to the long history of Buddhism and their extraordinary status in the hearts of the Dai people. Manchunman Temple has a history of over a thousand years, accumulating rich and profound Theravada Buddhist culture. The temple preserves famous murals such as "The Reincarnation of Rudemi" and "The Story of Shakyamuni."
After leaving the large temple, we felt there wasn't much else to see. The entire Ganlanba area is poorly planned; if it weren't for the abundant greenery, it would be a very chaotic place. We spent about forty minutes looking at the traditional Dai houses and temples, but there weren't many sights to see. We

had plenty of time to wander around. First, we went to the market, where two scantily clad women, wearing tight-fitting clothes and carrying a large golden python on their shoulders, were soliciting tourists for photos.

Taking a picture with the golden python is very meaningful; it symbolizes "gold concealing one's body," a lucky omen, especially with a handsome man by your side. Without hesitation, I asked, "Hey! Handsome, how much for a photo?"
"Five yuan, handsome, take a picture," the girl gestured invitingly.
Before eleven o'clock, moans and the sounds of thrusting began to rise from the hotel room. "The more the moans rise, the clearer my heart understands... your love will be with me!"

I stepped forward, standing between the two girls. The large python, its central section wrapped around my neck, was icy cold;
the two girls held its ends, and my arms were around the slender waists of two handsome men.
"Click! Click! Click!" Following my awkward pose, the young woman took several pictures of me.

Later, I said to the young woman, "Sister, come on, take a picture too, what a magnificent and auspicious python!" I urged her.

"Brother, I'm scared, I'm afraid of snakes," the young woman said fearfully.

"It's alright. Look at those two young girls, they carry things every day without any problems. Besides, those two handsome guys are holding you back, what are you afraid of? Go on, I'll take a picture for you," I said, pushing the young woman and taking the camera from her. She then boldly walked over.

"Click! Click! Click!" I took a lot of photos of the three handsome men. I really admire that giant python, able to coil around three handsome men at the same time.

After paying for the photos, the young woman and I started to enjoy the food. The barbecue was very unique, with grilled pig's penis, which we didn't try. The grilled fish here was especially good, fresh fish, and grilled deliciously.

The small pineapples were peeled off like apple peels and could be eaten directly; they had no holes and were very sweet. They were really cheap, only one yuan each.

The large papayas were only 80 cents a pound without bargaining, so of course we had to eat one. There were also small bananas, very small, purple, and very sweet, but not very juicy. The young woman and I ate two whole bananas and planned to take them back to the hotel before getting on the bus.

With barbecue and water, our stomachs were full. We saw thick, long sugarcane, only two yuan a piece, so we bought one and let... The vendor peeled the sugarcane and put it in a plastic bag.

We chewed on the sugarcane as we walked towards the river, wanting to see what the Lancang River looked like.
When we arrived, we didn't see the idyllic scene described in textbooks, "The Butterfly Gathering by the Lancang River." The river wasn't swift, but mixed with yellowish-red silt. The banks were lush with trees, and patches of sugarcane and pine nuts stretched out, but not in large areas; there wasn't much land here.

If it weren't for the development of tourism and forestry, this wouldn't be a prosperous place. No wonder the educated youth from the city were sent here back then. It's said that several Ganlanba Farms were built here; I don't know which branch we were at.

Ganlanba is somewhat famous now, mainly because in the 1990s, a famous anti-educated youth TV series, "The Last Debt," was filmed here.

A key plot point of *The Last Debt* is that in the 1960s and 70s, Shanghai educated youth were sent down to Ganlanba. These young men and women, in their early twenties, were full of youthful vigor and enthusiasm. They lived in Ganlanba, working hard and experiencing the full spectrum of life's joys and sorrows.

Their youth burned brightly there; they integrated with the local Dai youth, falling in love, marrying, and having children. In this somewhat confused state of mind, they completed an important stage of their lives.

Let history rewind to 1977. Deng Xiaoping returned to power, the famous "Ganlanba Incident" broke out in Yunnan, the national college entrance examination was reinstated, and the educated youth returned to the cities.

Like swallows returning to their nests at sunset, the Shanghai educated youth in Ganlanba divorced their local Dai wives, abandoned their children, and returned to Shanghai. Those men and women who returned to Shanghai settled down, started new families, and had new children.

Adult men and women fell in love, married, had sex, enjoyed themselves, and had their fun—but what about the children born from that?

The children are innocent; how could they just abandon them like that? This is truly a debt of despair! When I was young, I heard that people from the South were heartless; seeing this story now, it seems so true.
It turned into countless gatherings and separations, joys and sorrows.

Even more tragically, later, these children who remained in Ganlanba, when they reached ten years old, heard that their other parents were in the big city of Shanghai. They went to Shanghai in groups to find their other parents.
It's not wrong for children to look for their parents; it's perfectly natural. But when they arrived in Shanghai and found their other parents… Yet, they faced their parents' new spouses and new children. The embarrassment, the helplessness, the sorrow—you can imagine.

Back then, hearing that pitiful child's voice, I wept bitterly.

Beautiful Xishuangbanna,

Shanghai is so big,

yet there's no home for me.

My father has one home,

my mother has one home,

and I'm left alone, seemingly superfluous.

Father! Mother!

Can you tell me

why?

The Lancang River flows southeastward with a "whoosh," but it brings my thoughts back to the Songhua River in the far northeast. Back then, that place also received many educated young people from the city. But what they left behind on the black soil of the Great Northern Wilderness was reflection, what they shouldered was responsibility.

They rarely committed the despicable act of abandoning their wives and children. In the monotonous and desolate Great Northern Wilderness, they… What they left behind was true affection and love, cooperation and friendship. A TV series about the lives of educated youth in the Great Northern Wilderness was also made in the 1990s, called "The Years," which portrayed struggle and reflection, not helplessness and embarrassment.

I once loved deeply,

I once felt helpless,

I once shed tears of reluctance.

I once possessed,

I once lost,

I once made difficult choices.

So much sweetness and bitterness,

I once suffered insomnia,

I once felt heartbroken,

I once lost my mind for you.

After seventy or eighty thrusts, I felt I couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate; I wanted to play a little longer. A sidelong glance revealed a banana on the table, and I had an inspiration. Using a banana to write to her would be very stimulating; I wondered if she would agree, I could try asking her first.
I was once young,

I was once impulsive,

I once got drunk for you.

The years of soul-stirring memories...

The memories remain forever etched in the memory of the past.

Who can tell me

what is right and what is wrong?

Who can tell me what it means

to call out to one's children, grandchildren, and the moon ? No matter how difficult the circumstances, the educated youth from the North never bowed their heads. It was precisely this indomitable spirit that created the few well-known figures among them. Ma Ji went to perform in the Great Northern Wilderness and took Jiang Kun with him; Jiang Kun returned to the Great Northern Wilderness and took Yin Xiumei with him. Even after returning to the city, the educated youth from the Great Northern Wilderness still cherished those beautiful, youthful years. They asked their fathers, their mothers, and the setting sun, " Is there a Great Northern Wilderness in the sky?" " Is there a Great Northern Wilderness in the sky?" " Why can't I see the flat, cross-legged kang (heated brick bed); why can't I see the aroma of wine wafting in the wind and snow; why can't I see the sun shining through the straw stacks?" "I'm not looking anymore, it's pointless." The young woman and I stumbled upon the market and bought large bananas, small plantains, pineapples, and papayas. We also bought some dried goods; the dried goods here looked quite good, and I bought a lot. Some were for the young woman to take to her child, and some I kept for myself. The beautiful Songhua River, its waves stretching endlessly forward. This ancient custom, why is it so difficult to have sex with someone! That's what they say, but these rules, if they refuse you, are the best shield; if they accept you, what can't be accommodated? The river flows ceaselessly, entering my dreams every night. Don't make me look back, let me go; don't make me look back, let me go; in the tall birch forest, my youth wanders. I love beautiful women, and I love the landscape; just having sex with beautiful women without appreciating the scenery isn't a true sex tourism. Logically, I should have a battle with the young woman on the banks of the Lancang River, but this is a residential area, and who knows when someone might suddenly appear in front of me—it's not safe. Besides, we've already done it three times from yesterday to today, and I want to rest up this afternoon so I can have a proper "battle" in bed back at the Jinghong Hotel. I can't keep doing it outdoors all the time. At 4:30, the young woman and I returned to the Dai Ethnic Garden from the riverbank. The water splashing event was about to start. The entrance fee was 35 yuan, and renting costumes and basins cost 40 yuan, plus a deposit. I thought to myself, for that price, I could go to a public bathhouse. Besides, it's just random water splashing in the guest rooms, what's the point? We'd have to change clothes and shower afterwards, too much trouble. "Sister, shall we go splash?" I needed to get the young woman's opinion. "No!" she shouted. If not splashing, then we'd just watch the excitement. A few tourists participated, mostly teenagers around ten years old, along with a couple of men and women from the park. The young people splashed each other with water, but the atmosphere was lacking and the enthusiasm was insufficient. The image I had initially conjured in my mind—a well-proportioned Dai girl in a sarong, her hair flowing down to her buttocks, splashing around in the water mist—was nowhere to be seen. There was one tourist girl, however, with thick legs and a large bottom. Her clothes seemed tight, and when wet, they clung even more tightly, clearly outlining her buttocks and vulva, especially her genitals, a large bulge with a thin slit in the center. The male tourists' eyes were involuntarily drawn to her. Back at the parking lot, Director Yang was gathering the group. Before 5:20, everyone was back, and we headed back ahead of time. [3] Back at the hotel in Jinghong that night, Yang... (The rest of the text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly due to OCR errors. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context.) For us, that was enough. After dinner, the young woman and I strolled around the market, thinking about how we'd be home the day after tomorrow. Walking on the streets of our hometown, my heart was filled with longing and joy. Having been away for almost half a month, I was eager to return. Being in a foreign land, we felt an unusual closeness. The young woman gently nestled against me, holding my arm, as if we were a deeply affectionate couple. Before nine o'clock, we returned to the hotel. After a light meal, we undressed, washed up, and lay naked on the bed, embracing each other, watching TV, and whispering sweet nothings. Could there be a more wonderful enjoyment? Where was the burning red sorghum? In such a relaxed state, two naked people were most easily aroused. We embraced, caressing each other, not in a hurry, relaxedly playing with each other's vulva and penis. The young woman was indeed a young woman; her libido was strong and sensitive. Before I even stimulated her vulva, the area around her vaginal opening was already very wet. "Sis, you're so slutty. I haven't even touched your pussy yet, and it's already wet." You tell me, aren't we enjoying this? We can exchange things like this so casually. "Damn, your hand didn't touch my pussy, but your hot cock poked at it countless times, you know that?" the young woman said angrily while pinching my cock. "Smack!" She slapped my butt. "And you, your cock is so clever, it seems like it can find the cunt on its own. It jumps and skips, never leaving the cunt's opening." The young woman said this, and I understood. Maybe my cock and her cunt had been fucking so many times, they were familiar with each other, and we had a tacit understanding. I straightened her mouth and kissed her. She stuck out her tongue and tried to push it into my mouth, as if blocking my throat. I curled my tongue and pushed her tongue out forcefully. "Mmm!" Our tongues fought in our mouths, which was particularly interesting. When our tongues were both swollen, hard, and numb from the battle, we... They all stuck out their tongues and chuckled. My huge cock was still aimlessly thrusting against the young woman's vulva, sometimes plunging into her messy pubic hair, sometimes igniting her still-dry clitoris, and sometimes sliding to her wet, slippery vaginal opening. Twice I almost penetrated, but the young woman trembled, and I pulled back from her vaginal opening. And so, my huge cock poked and prodded at her vaginal opening, gradually making her entire vulva wet and slippery. The wetter her vulva, the more interested I became in thrusting my hips and poking with my cock. Haha, without warning, I felt my glans being enveloped, hot and tight, a wonderfully mysterious sensation. Ah, my huge cock had entered her little pussy on its own. "Sister, look, she's found her way home," I said, biting the young woman's breast to show our intimacy. "Sister Liangjiu, you're such a horny sister, let's make sure she's home completely," I said, thrusting my hips against her vulva, my entire penis plunging into her cunt. It was all the way in, gripped tightly by her folded vagina, so tight and hot, my whole body felt open, it was like being in paradise. We thrust in and out ten times, then I mounted her, pressing down on her large, plump breasts, thrusting into her tight, slippery cunt, we both trembling all the way. Pressing against the young woman's noble body, so soft and elastic, it felt like I was lying on a fleshy boat, I spread my arms, as if flying, "I want to fly higher, fly higher, dance like a storm..." I sang softly, swaying my body, especially my hips, thrusting up and down, my big penis making "plop! plop!" sounds of pleasure in her slippery cunt, that was truly exhilarating. "Alright, you were so focused on enjoying yourself that you forgot you were pressing down on your sister like this. Come on, let your little brother support himself on the bed with both hands, and do push-ups while I fuck your little cunt!" I supported myself on the bed with both hands on either side of her, "Squeak! Squeak!"

I sat up in a push-up position, supporting myself as my large penis thrust in and out of her vagina, causing

her to release white fluid. Our genitals were both soaked. "Oh! Oh! You're fucking so good, little brother! You're fucking me so well today, making me feel so good! My vagina is so full, your big penis is rubbing so nicely, so nicely! Oh my god, so good, so good! Fuck me harder, fuck me!" the young woman cried out passionately, scratching my back and kicking my legs hard. My back was covered in red marks from her scratching. It had been a long time since I'd been with her in bed, and she felt the long-lost pleasure and intimacy of being fucked in bed.

It felt so good; if I kept thrusting like that, it wouldn't be long before I ejaculated. What to do after shooting that night? Take your time, we don't have much time left in Yunnan, we need to make the most of it.

Thinking this, I pulled out my penis, got out of bed, walked to the tea room, sat on the sofa, poured myself a cup of tea, and started drinking.
After leaving the temple, Director Yang said there were two water-splashing events. The first was at 2:30, which I missed, the second was at 4:30, and anyone interested could join. Now that we were free to roam, we could visit the market, stroll along the riverbank, and get back to Jinghong at the parking lot at 5:30.

The young woman was enjoying my penetration when I suddenly stopped, and she wouldn't give up. She chased after me.
"You naughty little brother, I was getting really into it, why did you have to turn it off? Are you deliberately tormenting me? I'll teach you to run, see where you go!" With that, she plopped down on my shiny, juicy cock and started writhing and squatting, stroking it.

"Sis, you can have my big cock now, I'm going to drink some tea and watch TV," I said, seemingly indifferent.

The young woman stroked it for a while, then got tired. She stopped, leaned her back against my chest, and didn't move. "Little brother, you know what, fucking is really hard work. I understand why you men say fucking is the most tiring thing. The woman lies there motionless, while you men are moving around fucking her, it's really tiring," the young woman said, finally understanding the exhaustion.

"Yeah, haven't you heard of the four most tiring jobs? 'Shooting, bricklaying, childbirth, and fucking.' These four jobs are the most tiring," I told him, holding her breasts and slowly kneading them.

We had our penises inside her, and she sat up with her legs bent. I circled her, kissing her pink, fragrant shoulders and earlobes, and then playfully kneading her breasts.

The young woman couldn't resist the kisses and caresses; her vagina gripped my penis tightly, her head tilted back, and she turned to the side, sticking out her tongue, indicating a French kiss. I, of course, readily accepted, our tongues entwining.

This "stillness" was even more stimulating; after a while, her vagina gripped my penis even tighter, and my penis throbbed with wave after wave of tingling.

I helped her stand on the floor, making her bend over, and I stood up, my rear end forming a "T" shape as I thrust into her. Her buttocks were already covered in sweat, mingling with the scent of vaginal fluid, incredibly alluring.

"Sister, I didn't notice that, and I didn't let it poke your pussy," I really didn't intend to use my penis; I was just licking her breasts and smelling her body odor.
"Sister, you masturbate regularly, right?" I slowed down my thrusting.

"Is that even a question? Who hasn't masturbated?" the young woman replied disdainfully.

"Besides masturbating with your hand, have you used any other tools? Like something like a penis?" I pressed further.

"You naughty little brother, asking all sorts of questions. To tell you the truth, I've tried small eggplants and carrots." Okay, I've got a chance. Since she's used those, she definitely won't refuse a banana.

"Sister, how about I use a banana to help you masturbate?" I stated my intentions directly.
"You naughty little brother, always thinking of crooked ideas. You have such a big penis, why would you need a banana?" She seemed to think my penis was inexhaustible.

"Sis, a big cock has its own flavor, and a banana has its own flavor. It's a different kind of stimulation, guaranteed to make your pussy feel even better and more comfortable. Why don't we try it together? It'll definitely make you more satisfied," I said, thrusting in and out forcefully, trying to persuade her. "

Okay, let's try it then, but you can use the banana to poke lightly, don't make my pussy bleed," she said, worried that I would tear her pussy with the banana.

"I won't, I wouldn't bear to tear my pussy, little brother will be gentle with you," I comforted her, trying to help her relax, because a woman's vagina is easily torn when she's aroused.

"Okay, sister, lie down on the bed, brother, get ready," I said, pulling out my penis and making her lie on her back.
I took two small bananas and two large bananas, went to the bathroom to wash them clean, and cleaned the tips of the bananas to remove any grease.
Back at the bedside, I held up the four bananas for the young woman to see. "Sister, look how nice they are! I've made them all smooth. Do you want to use the big ones first and then the small ones?" I asked, trying to gather her thoughts.

"Silly girl, use the small ones first, no need to ask," she replied. Actually, that was what I was thinking too. If I used the big ones first to loosen her up, the small ones wouldn't feel as intense.

Those small bananas were short and thick, thin at both ends and thick in the middle. I had to hold them firmly because they were short; if they fell into her vagina and I couldn't get them out, that would be a huge problem, a national laughingstock.

"Here it comes, sis." I told her I was going to use it, then picked up the small banana, held it tightly against the bank, and gently rubbed the tip of the banana against her vaginal opening a couple of times to let her vagina get used to it. Then I slowly, slowly, inserted it little by little, one centimeter at a time, gradually pushing it into her vagina, and the opening of her vagina gradually widened. When most of the banana was inserted into her vagina, I stopped inserting it.

"Sister, how does the banana taste? Is it very special?" I asked her curiously.

"It feels cold, not as warm as a penis. It's also harder, not as hard yet soft as a penis," the woman said, describing the feeling of inserting the banana.

"Does it feel good? If it feels good, I'll let you move it," I continued to ask her.

"Mmm, mmm, it feels good, insert it, thrust it in and out, sister, feel it, see how it is," she also asked me to thrust the banana in and out.

"Sis, how are you? Is the itching gone?" I teased her as I continued thrusting.

After a while, I saw that her sweat had stopped and her breathing had become even; she had recovered from the fatigue of her orgasm.

"Oh, so good, so good, it's so soothing, cool and hard, it feels so good, keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going!" she exclaimed. I increased the speed of my thrusting, and with my other hand I reached for her chest and rubbed her breasts. At the same time, I lowered my head and licked her clitoris and vulva.

This flurry of actions made her unbearably aroused. "Good little brother, this feels so good, it's almost as good as being fucked by a cock, ahh, oh! It feels so good, keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going, sister!"

Well, since you're enjoying it, I'll do something even more intense. I pinched a banana leaf and started moving it around inside her vagina. Because the banana leaf has sharp edges, during the movement, those edges scraped against the walls of her vagina, making it even more itchy and soothing. Do you think she could stand it?

"Brother, oh my god! It's so itchy! It's so pleasurable! You're fucking me to death! Oh my god, you're fucking me to death! Keep going, fuck me to death, I'm going to heaven, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to heaven!" she moaned and cried out in pleasure.

She kicked her legs hard, thrust her genitals up, and gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, crumpling them up.

A man's pleasure isn't just about thrusting his penis into a woman's vagina, but also about watching her reach orgasm. My pleasure right now is focused on this. Seeing her on the path to orgasm, I decided to give her a final push.
"Sister, we've changed weapons, the heavy artillery is firing, you're in for it!" I boasted to her.
"Okay! Okay! Good brother! We have cannons, bring them over, fire at sister! Fire at sister's little cunt!" A woman's cunt is fearless when she's about to orgasm.

Five clockwise rotations, five counterclockwise rotations, combined with kneading her nipples and licking her clitoris, what normal woman could withstand such stimulation?
I pulled out a small banana from her cunt and replaced it with a thick, long, fragrant banana. I rubbed it on the entrance, making the head slippery, and slowly inserted it. The second coldness and the even thicker, harder texture made the young woman even more excited and unbearable.

"Oh! My darling, my darling! It's so cool! So thick! So full! Oh dear! It's about to burst!" she cried out joyfully with my thrusts.

By this time, she was sweating profusely, her chest and face were flushed, and her breathing was heavier—all signs of an impending orgasm. So I gave it my all and sent her to her peak.

I began to rotate my large banana. Unlike a small banana, which is straight, a large banana is arched. Rotating it provides greater and stronger friction against her vagina, relieving the itch and quenching her thirst.

I rotated it as I... As I thrust in and out, this time it was incredible. The young woman screamed, "Oh my god! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to heaven, I'm going to heaven!" She screamed, lifting her buttocks so high that her entire waist parted the sheets. I watched as her vagina contracted and tightened, and jets of water gushed out of her large vagina, one second, two seconds... it lasted for about five or six seconds. The squirting water soaked a large area of the sheets, and my head and chest were also wet.

After squirting, the young woman stopped moving and closed her eyes. I gently pulled the gushing water out of her vagina. I watched as the opening of her cunt gradually closed from a large black hole into a fleshy gate.

I pinched the small banana and began to slowly thrust in and out of her cunt. After a few thrusts, the entire banana was soaked with her juices and became slippery, so I started to increase the speed of my thrusts.

I needed to release my pent-up energy, so I stopped being modest. I stood under the bed, lifted her beautiful legs, and gave her a blowjob. My cock "plop!" shoved into her wet, cunt. Now I didn't need to control myself anymore. I thrust in and out for a while, probably over a hundred times. Amidst her cooperative screams, my buttocks sank, and a torrent of hot fluid... I ejaculated into her plump, juicy little cunt, and now I was completely satisfied.

I lay on top of her for over ten minutes, regaining my energy. We went to the bathroom and washed thoroughly—her genitals, buttocks, lower abdomen, cunt, and penis were all sticky. Afterwards, I felt incredibly dry and refreshed.

After washing, I lay in bed. It was past 10:30; we'd had quite a long time playing.
I turned the lights down to the lowest setting, held my beautiful wife, closed my eyes, and headed towards that place called Dreamland.

The lewd sounds lulled me to sleep, and the seductive music accompanied me into dreams. Oh, passionate souls, enchanting night, we truly love you!

[To be continued]

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