Achan and Ajuan

page views:1 Publication date:2023-08-26

Ah Chan and Ah Juan
were just one dish away from the table. Soft, melodious music played intermittently from the stereo system, including Schubert's Romantic Serenade. Although the rain outside was heavy, the soundproofing inside was excellent; through the window, one could see the dense rain pouring down, yet the sound was barely audible.

I had specially installed double-glazed windows to prevent wind and sand from getting in, so it seems the renovation was worthwhile.

Braised eel, stir-fried meatballs, steak, assorted platter, sweet lotus root slices, mung bean jelly, and white fungus and pig's trotter soup—six dishes and a soup, three meat and three vegetable dishes, all my wife Ah Juan's favorites, to celebrate her newfound health. Actually, she's always been quite healthy, with no major ailments. The only downside is that during her period, she always has a very strong reaction, looking miserable and heavy-handed. But once her period is over, she's perfectly fine again, so every time her period ends, I always prepare a sumptuous meal to celebrate. Even a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of kindness; our love is boundless!

This morning, before dawn, she woke me up—or rather, she gently nipped me in the bud. Having just finished her period, her libido is particularly high. She knows I've been holding back for days, and as soon as we lie down together, my penis is erect in no time. We have a gentleman's agreement: no intercourse during her period, for safety and security, even with a condom. I said that's love!

My already hard penis became even more erect under her caresses, throbbing and transmitting a touching heat and allure to her hands and heart. After a few strokes, she felt an itch, as if countless ants were crawling inside her, and her heart pounded wildly, her breathing quickening. Always like this, oh, just a perfectly normal reaction!

Home was her world of unrestrained enjoyment, a place where she could do as she pleased. Unable to resist, she reached out and pulled down my underwear, revealing a large, red, swollen penis that immediately sprang out, pointing straight to the ceiling. The rounded glans was bulging, its veins prominent, brimming with vitality, making it irresistible.

This was her most prized possession! A weapon that could give her life or take her away!

Letting her do as she pleased, I, half-asleep and half-awake, was too lazy to open my eyes, so I remained motionless.

My vagina must have been unbearably itchy, a slippery stream of lustful fluid already flowing eagerly out. She didn't care whether her husband was awake or not, quickly pulling off her own underwear, spreading her legs and labia, positioning her thirsty vaginal opening against the glans before mounting her. The glans was first wet, then burning hot. As the penis slid in inch by inch, the indescribable feeling of fullness made her vagina rapidly overflow with pleasure, like parched land receiving a timely rain. Her swollen, full vagina tightly enveloped his burning penis, merging into one, their contours perfectly aligned. Without a doubt, she was grateful to the Creator for creating such a wondrous organ, bringing her endless pleasure and enjoyment.

The mere insertion was intoxicating; the thrusting only intensified the waves of pleasure. She slowly moved her body, moving up and down, and soon her overflowing juices moistened his penis. Her vagina, tingled by the heat of his penis, felt a numbing sensation, while the ridged glans rubbed against her, sending waves of pleasure through her. Her juices flowed down the erect shaft to the base, then clung to her labia and thick pubic hair, soaking both their genitals. "

I taught her how to wake me up with this," she said. "At first, she was a little embarrassed, but slowly she tasted the pleasure and began to indulge, becoming increasingly addicted. Now she's so skilled that she can't control herself."

Her lower body moved up and down rhythmically, the stimulation growing stronger. I couldn't help but open my eyes. Her face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, her cherry-like mouth licking her lips. Her hands were cupping her two pink and white breasts, rubbing and grinding them, her body trembling with excitement as if possessed.

Seeing my wife's wanton state, I couldn't help but be infected. I held her buttocks with both hands and used my waist strength to thrust my penis into her vagina with force, matching her rhythm. For a moment, the room was filled with the symphony of "slap," "slap," flesh colliding, mixed with the "squeak," "squeak" of overflowing vaginal fluid, as if responding to our concerted efforts. After thrusting like this for a few minutes, I noticed her movements slowed down, looking a little spoiled. Knowing she was running out of strength, I simply flipped her over, pinning her beneath me, and lifted her legs high, increasing the speed of my thrusts. It had been quite a while since she had enjoyed such a pleasurable sensation. She felt incredibly comfortable, uttering broken, monotone sounds like "Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, pulling them into a crumpled ball.

The continuous friction caused her to leak a lot of vaginal fluid, pulling her labia minora apart and causing spasms like those of an orgasm—a pleasure beyond words. After a few strokes, I suddenly thrust in with all my might, the glans hitting her cervix. She cried out immediately, her whole body trembling. She felt my penis rubbing against her vaginal opening before suddenly plunging in completely, followed by a series of tremors. I continued to thrust in and out, deep and shallow, her thighs spreading wider and wider to allow for easier penetration; her vagina opened wide, allowing me to penetrate even deeper, intensifying the pleasure.

The thrusting speed increased, making the penis move in and out of the vagina rapidly. After a round of intense thrusting, both of them were incredibly aroused. She even kicked her legs straight up, her hands wrapped around my waist, pushing and pulling rhythmically. Her loud cries were gone, replaced by clenched teeth, her body trembling in waves, preparing to receive the power of orgasm. Her muscles were taut like a tightly wound spring, her penis swollen and hard with blood, delivering boundless pleasure to its owner with each thrust, as if rewarding her for the effort she had given.

Having been busy all morning, A-Juan felt completely refreshed, and she was sure to have a particularly pleasant day at work!

Before leaving, A-Juan told me some good news: A-Chan was coming tonight. At first, I didn't think much of it. Because A-Chan wasn't just a frequent visitor to our house, but also my second wife in every sense of the word, and she always called me "husband." But when A-Juan said she was going to be my wife in a real sense, I was so happy I almost jumped for joy.

My long-cherished fantasy is about to become a reality: two women on either side of me sharing one husband. Any man would probably have such an inappropriate thought. This Juan is really tight-lipped; they only told me today about what they planned yesterday, clearly wanting to give me a surprise. The reason I prepared such a delicious meal is partly because I sincerely thank them both.

Achan, with her tall and slender figure, full in all the right places, and a round, rosy apple-shaped face, is simply stunning. Anyone who sees her can't help but glance at her a few times—beautiful! Charming!

She's Juan's classmate; apparently, they were inseparable when they were in the Tenth Girls' Middle School. And she was our bridesmaid. At the wedding, because of her outstanding appearance, many people mistook her for the bride. To be honest, I'm very proud to have such a beautiful woman as a friend. She's a frequent visitor to our house, very casual.

Achan and Juan—don't their names together sound like the moon goddess Chan Juan from the moon palace? Who doesn't know that Chanjuan is a fairy? No one has the fortune to glimpse the legendary fairyland, but to have such a beautiful woman by your side is a rare and precious blessing. Whenever she comes, I'm always exceptionally enthusiastic.

Chanjuan never closes the bathroom door when she showers, not just because we're husband and wife and have no taboos, but because she always needs my help; we've gotten used to bathing together. Sometimes, we get carried away while showering.

Today, the bathroom door was still open, and the sounds of water, whispers, and laughter drifted out. I love admiring Chanjuan's naked body. Even after three years of marriage, my liking hasn't diminished. Her body has matured, becoming increasingly womanly, and I never tire of looking at her.

Of course, I especially love seeing Chanjuan's breathtaking beauty naked. Although we're only husband and wife in name, we're practically one step away. She calls me her husband, and after her bath, she often appears before me completely naked, as if no one else is around. You could say I know everything about her.

Juan is only 27 years old this year, and three years into her marriage, she's at the peak of her womanly maturity and charm. She has a pair of large, bright, round eyes, a straight nose, and small, slightly upturned red lips. A uniquely feminine charm, childlike innocence, allure, and seductiveness emanate from her half-open lips. But what's most captivating, of course, is her figure. She has a pair of large, perky breasts, and her buttocks are round and large, swaying as she walks, truly arousing the imagination. Only I know that her lower body holds an even greater allure.

Her large breasts are like two enormous peaches, without any sagging. At the front are two large, round areolas, tinged with a faint red, and the two sizable nipples, like red dates, are always slightly protruding. Below her flat, smooth abdomen is a thick patch of pubic hair, completely covering her triangle area. Although the pubic hair is damp, it is still curved and soft, as thick as the beard of a fierce warrior.

But my body left a particularly deep impression on her. It wasn't because I was physically strong; people who work out have powerful, solid muscles, but my genitals were simply astonishingly large. She clearly remembered the feeling of the first time I inserted my enormous, thick penis into her body—a truly unforgettable experience. Her

labia majora were very thick and looked very elastic. Even though the labia majora were quite thick, the labia minora in the middle were still clearly visible, a very light brown color. There wasn't a single hair growing on the labia majora; they were very smooth and clean. There was a sparse patch of pubic hair on the mons pubis, with a few black dots around the edges—those were the hair roots left after trimming. Needless to say, that was my handiwork. I clearly remember once I completely shaved her pubic hair, and within two months, it was lush and green again.

Her labia majora and minora were tightly closed, obscuring the slit in the middle. The mons pubis, protruding between her thighs, resembled a small steamed bun, with her thick, wrinkled labia minora protruding outwards, stretching out quite a bit, about five or six centimeters in their natural state. The feel of it... hehe...

Behind the labia majora, near the anus, the perineum, formed a beautiful arc. On the inner side of this arc was a small indentation; only this indentation reminded one that a woman's vulva is divided into two lobes. Most notably, on the outer side of her vulva, where the labia majora connect to her anus, there was a dark blue birthmark, slightly to the left, about three millimeters in diameter.

Legend has it that if a woman has a noticeable birthmark around her genitals, she is definitely promiscuous. Indeed, her sexual appetite was quite intense. If I hadn't pointed out the increased risk of infection during menstruation, she definitely wouldn't have been idle. Jokingly, she said: "Don't blame her, blame my training."

Achan's vulva was quite different. Her thick pubic hair formed a tight, protective cluster on either side of her labia majora, with only a few hairs on her swollen mons pubis, leaving the surrounding area and inner thighs smooth. When her thighs parted, the two soft, pink labia minora would droop softly. Although her labia minora weren't as thick as Ajuan's, they were longer, fanning out from the slender clitoris to the perineum, allowing my gaze to easily penetrate inside, taking in everything inside and out of her vulva.

The weather was bad the next day; it started raining before noon.

Although we had umbrellas, we both got soaked. We were caught in a thunderstorm, with no way to avoid it. Bathwater was already prepared, and thankfully, the weather cooperated—it was my chance to be attentive.

"Honey, I missed you so much..." Achan stood in front of me, raising her arms in a coquettish manner. She was used to my service, letting me help her undress. My heart skipped a beat as we silently exchanged glances.

"Baby, I missed you too. Otherwise, why would I have prepared all this? You're not allowed in bed until you're thoroughly drunk..."

"Why are you trying to get me drunk again? No way!" She feigned anger, but was still being coquettish. She nestled against my chest, her captivating face upturned, her eyes fixed on me, a sweet smile overflowing from her bright eyes.

Her bra was off, revealing her fair, full breasts, which I always touched and rubbed whenever I saw them. They were fuller and more substantial than Ajuan's, taut and heavy, with an excellent feel.

"Go take a shower, I'll make love to you properly in a bit, ah." A gentle voice soothed her, lifting one breast and swaying it. Their eyes met, their deep affection unspoken, their hearts fluttering.

"Honey, I want you to sleep with us tonight, I'll never let you sleep on the sofa again, ah."

"What, are you turning your part-time job into a full-time one?" I asked, inching closer to the bed with my arms around her.

"Yeah, that's right, I want you to be my real husband today." Forget about the coquettishness, she dared to be so confident in front of Juan, they must have already reached an agreement, discussed it beforehand.

"Honey, come on, try it, ah..." Achan stretched out her pale arms to me in a sweet, coquettish voice.

She exuded a strong feminine charm, her full, white breasts mostly exposed, her lower body covered only by a small piece of cloth, which, because it was tied up, made her practically naked from the side. Most alluring of all were her two smooth, swaying thighs, her vulva peeking out from beneath the surface, more seductive than any summons she uttered.

Her desire had been aroused, and to not respond appropriately would be unbearable.

Their mutual seduction had reached an unbearable point, an imminent explosion of passion. She had

a slender waist, long legs, and round, pert, white buttocks; her pubic hair was thick and black, peeking out from the small, barely concealing fabric. Her breasts were large, soft, and white, but her nipples were a striking black, like the color of purple grapes, creating a stark contrast with her skin. Overall, she exuded a powerful, seductive allure, giving the impression of unadulterated wantonness.

I know she harbors a burning desire deep down, but I always hesitated before, out of consideration for my wife, Juan, and not wanting her to be jealous. Now, however, she's given her word, and it's like a royal decree!

It's not the first time these two sisters have cuddled and slept together. They're not blood sisters, but they're closer than blood sisters. Describing their intimacy as inseparable as glue and honey is no exaggeration. When their passion is at its peak, they often treat each other like their beloved man. Countless times, Juan and I have been seen kissing, laughing, and playfully teasing each other, sometimes even fondling each other's breasts or reaching down to explore. When I'm not around, it's even reached the point of being lesbian, so they understand each other quite well.

Now, my wife, Juan, has finally agreed to let me join them.

She gazed at Achan with eyes full of spring-like longing, gently parting her thighs with one hand, exposing her vulva, like a paradise, before me. Two fingers parted the soft, tender labia minora hidden beneath the pubic hair, and she said in a teasing voice, "You're so wet already, aren't you craving it? Tell me!"

Indeed, her vaginal opening was already glistening with moisture, almost overflowing.

"You know perfectly well what I'm asking, you're so naughty, I really can't take it anymore..."

"So, oral sex first or intercourse first, hehe..."

"Of course, intercourse first, hurry up, my good brother, my dear husband, give it to me, ah... "

"What, you've really come to your senses, want me to help you clear things up?" My gaze shifted downwards, glancing at the intimate area so close to my face, and I teased her further. When a man comes to his senses, and a woman comes to her senses, of course, it's about sex.

"Husband, you're so naughty, so naughty! Why do you have to watch your wife suffer..." Her restless writhing became more and more obvious, her hand had already reached her inner thigh, her eyes filled with both tears and fire.

"Darling, stop teasing her, if you keep teasing her, even I might not be able to take it anymore, ah..." Lying next to her, Juan couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together, undoubtedly, the verbal teasing before sex was like adding fuel to the fire.

"The fun begins now! Charge! Kill! Go crazy!" I shouted wildly, like a player in a game, thrusting in with all my might.

My glans was already inside her vagina when I released my grip, bent down, and hugged Achan. With a powerful thrust of my hips, my penis was fully inserted without hesitation. She immediately twisted her waist and arched her back, creating a brief, rhythmic thud of flesh against flesh and the squelching of fluids.

I lifted her long legs and tentatively tried to insert myself. A little nervous, my penis couldn't find the entrance several times, and she, also a little impatient, guided me with her hands. I simply pressed her legs towards her chest, exposing her vulva to its maximum extent, and then, guided by her fingers, slowly entered.

She let out a soft moan, her eyes glazed as she looked at me and said, "So thick...so good...thank you, my good brother, my good husband...it feels so good...deeper, deeper..." I didn't speak, but gritted my teeth and began to thrust slowly and powerfully. It was exactly what I had imagined. I felt the pleasure of my penis being gripped by the mature woman's vagina, and continued to move, my thick, long penis glistening as I withdrew.

Her watery eyes were hazy, and this shy yet wanton young woman made me lose control. I began to increase my strength. She arched her chin as she was fucked, moaning incessantly, her hands squeezing her breasts. As I thrust forcefully, I reached out to soothe her soft breasts. The powerful, forceful thrusts made her body sway, and the sudden, intense stimulation on her breasts clearly intensified her pleasure. She placed her hands on mine, squinting and frowning, gritting her teeth to endure the shock from her vagina, only humming "hmm...hmm..." Her lower body was overflowing with vaginal fluid, and I felt incredibly lubricated.

Achan's moans and gasps grew more rapid. Approaching her climax, her twisting and thrusting became even more frantic; her soft, white breasts swayed back and forth, her body trembled violently twice, and after a long sigh, her legs gradually straightened.

The warmth and moisture inside her vagina, the way my penis was enveloped by her tender flesh, was truly wonderful. I lifted my hips and slowly withdrew my penis, then thrust it back in. Feeling the pleasure of the thrusting, I couldn't help but hold her tighter, gradually increasing the speed of my thrusts. Her vagina felt like a small mouth, constantly gripping and sucking my penis, waves of pleasure surging from my lower body. I couldn't help but moan softly, thrusting my hips forward even harder.

After five or six minutes of frantic thrusting, she was completely out of it, humming loudly, and I even sensed the prelude to an orgasm—this was definitely not my style! How could I give in so quickly! So I grabbed her thighs and pressed them against her breasts, changing to a deeper position and resuming the slow thrusting.

She gradually caught her breath, her moans slowing with my movements. She lovingly stroked my shoulder, murmuring, "It felt so good... I just had an orgasm... I haven't felt this good in so long... How about you?" I smiled and leaned down to kiss her nipples. After resting for a while, the excitement gradually subsided. I had her turn over and lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high, her wet vagina perfectly aligned with my penis. I held her fair, round buttocks, spreading them apart to reveal her pink, fleshy opening, and then easily entered her from behind.

Lying in front of me, her delicate vulva appeared from her fair buttocks, her clean, rosy anus exquisite and elegant. Everything was as beautiful as when I first saw it years ago, and her passionate moans were just as sweet. I had the strength and experience to give her complete pleasure. The sound of my lower abdomen hitting her buttocks, her ecstatic moans, my heavy breathing, and the creaking of the soft bed combined to create a lewd sexual symphony that filled the entire room.

Unable to resist, I reached out and stroked her smooth back, then around her body, kneading her full, tender breasts, and finally, after sliding my fingers over her abdomen, I rubbed her clitoris with my middle and index fingers.

"Ahhh...ahhh...I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore..." With each increasingly rapid thrust, her wanton cries became chaotic and high-pitched. I forcefully flicked her nipples; the slight pain intensified her obsession with pleasure, and she began to scream wildly without restraint.

Her body convulsed violently, every muscle tensing. I knew this was the signal of orgasm, so I turned her over, making her face me again, spreading her legs high, and thrusting into her vagina with extreme force. She cried out with each thrust, clutching my arm like a lifeline, not daring to let go for a moment.

We finally came to our senses from the frenzy. Her eyes were no longer shy, gazing at me with loving eyes. Suddenly, she twisted my nose again: "Honestly! How come you're so experienced? Who taught whom?" I chuckled, wanting to bring up what I'd seen back then, but before I could even speak, her fragrant lips pressed against mine.

Women's body temperature is slightly lower than usual during the day or two of ovulation, and their libido is also stronger; I'll remind them to pay attention. Calculating, today is exactly the middle of my two menstrual periods; could it really be ovulation? No wonder I've been feeling restless and strange these past two days.

Her alluring body was on full display, her exquisite curves were simply breathtaking: her full breasts were like two large snowballs, pure white, bouncing up and down with every step, her two rosy nipples hard and erect, pushing her nightgown into two small peaks, her deep red areolas round and even, making the nipples even more enticing; a wasp-like waist made her whole body appear slender and delicate, so narrow it could be grasped with a finger; conversely, to... Her buttocks were undeniably plump and alluring, smooth and round to the touch; but the most captivating feature was her black inverted triangle, its tender pubic hair jet black and lustrous, neatly arranged. Except for a few stray strands peeking out through the fabric openings, the rest all pointed uniformly towards the small crevice between her thighs; within this crevice, two small, wrinkled patches of red skin peeked out, suggesting only a glimpse, hinting at what lay hidden beneath, and conjuring up images of the alluring peach blossom cave nestled between her vibrant labia… You get used to it, and using other people's examples doesn't feel quite right, or rather, it's not quite accurate.

As the saying goes, you get the bad habits you develop. Every day before work, if Juan doesn't give me a sweet, affectionate kiss, she… It would be very upsetting; everyone hopes for a couple to remain as sweet as ever! She has no intention of cheating, and I have no desire for infidelity, so how can our love not remain as strong as ever? Of course, how could I not?

The best explanation is: the outside world is wonderful!

Kissing and hugging with clothing as a barrier doesn't easily ignite passion, after all, we're quite familiar with each other. But embracing naked is a different story; it's just different!

Telling my wife everything has its pros and cons. Once she knows everything about me, she'll have a way to deal with it.

Deliberately turning around and riding me backwards, Ah Juan was enjoying the pleasure of my glans only entering and exiting her vaginal opening. Every time she recovered, she needed to have another round, whether riding upright or backwards, until I ejaculated completely.

The first time was with Ah Chan, so the second time was definitely for her.

A strong... The stimulation instantly surged from my genitals into my brain—a sudden, overwhelming rush, brief yet intense, stimulation that even I couldn't anticipate. My penis thrust powerfully in and out of her mouth, gushes of fluid gushing from the glans into her mouth. She gripped the base, pumping back and forth, subjecting my penis to even more intense and prolonged stimulation. My muscles tensed to their limit, blood almost entirely concentrated in my genitals, to experience the ultimate carnal pleasure. As the thrusting gradually slowed, I collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. She smiled contentedly, leaning over me and pressing her body against mine, her hands cupping each breast, burying my face in her cleavage. Then she pressed her breasts against my cheeks, savoring the exquisite touch, greedily inhaling the rich, sweet scent emanating from her beautiful breasts.

With each breath, her hemispherical breasts rose and fell, gradually swelling before my eyes. Pink nipples stood erect on her large, caressed areolas, radiating intense, hungry energy. Although I had no experience with sex, under her guidance, she grasped my penis and guided it to her vulva. My hard shaft parted her moist labia, plunging into her vagina without restraint. The warm, soft shaft inside felt slippery, with a slight, enveloping pressure, like a hand gripping my hand, and a warm, encompassing sensation. My erect penis was inserted between her closed thighs, enduring the sensation of her thick pubic hair and the burning desire of having my glans squeezed. I squeezed her buttocks even harder, violently pressing her genitals closer. My hands pressed against her buttocks, causing her delicate skin to slam against my testicles.

I increased my speed, forcefully spreading her legs and thrusting in more violently. Her lack of resistance ignited my animalistic desires, making me want only to pump wildly inside her. Her face flushed red, appearing incredibly alluring in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Her lips parted slightly, then wide, uttering indistinct murmurs of desire. A tightening sensation ran through my lower body, accompanied by a surge of energy shooting from my spine to my brain. I squeezed her breasts even harder, letting my penis pump freely inside her. She swayed her hips, using her feminine advantages to cooperate, emitting even louder moans of pleasure. This was the ultimate pleasure in the world, a complete union of man and woman.

Only one dish was left to be served. Soft, melodious music played intermittently from the stereo system—Schubert's Romantic Serenade. Although the rain outside was heavy, the soundproofing inside was excellent. Through the window, I could see the dense rain pouring down, but the sound of the rain was barely audible.

To prevent sandstorms, I specially installed double-glazed windows; it seems the renovations weren't a waste of money.

Braised eel, stir-fried meatballs, steak, a mixed platter, sweetened lotus root slices, mung bean jelly, and white fungus and pig's trotter soup—six dishes and a soup, three meat and three vegetable dishes, all my wife Juan's favorites, to celebrate her newfound health. Actually, her health has always been quite good, with no major illnesses. The only drawback is that during her period, she always has very strong reactions, acting like she's dying, which is distressing to see, and her flow is heavy. But once her period is over, she's perfectly fine again, so every time her period ends, I always prepare a sumptuous meal to celebrate. A day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness; we're a loving couple!

This morning, before dawn, she woke me up—or rather, she gently nipped me in the bud. Her libido was particularly high right after her period. She knew I'd been holding back for days, and as soon as we cuddled and lay down, my penis would be erect in no time. We had a gentleman's agreement: no sex during her period, for safety and security, not even with a condom. I said that's love!

My hard, erect penis became even more solid under her caresses, throbbing and transmitting a touching heat and allure to her hands and into her heart. After a few strokes, she felt an itch, as if countless ants were crawling inside her, and her heart pounded wildly, her breathing quickening. Always like this, oh, just the most normal reaction!

Home was her world of unrestrained enjoyment, a place where she could do as she pleased. Unable to resist, she reached out and pulled down my underwear, revealing a large, red, swollen penis that immediately sprang out, pointing straight to the ceiling. The rounded glans was bulging, its veins prominent, brimming with vitality, making it irresistible.

This was her most prized possession! A weapon that could give her life or take her away!

Letting her do as she pleased, I, half-asleep and half-awake, was too lazy to open my eyes, so I remained motionless.

My vagina must have been unbearably itchy, a slippery stream of lustful fluid already flowing eagerly out. She didn't care whether her husband was awake or not, quickly pulling off her own underwear, spreading her legs and labia, positioning her thirsty vaginal opening against the glans before mounting her. The glans was first wet, then burning hot. As the penis slid in inch by inch, the indescribable feeling of fullness made her vagina rapidly overflow with pleasure, like parched land receiving a timely rain. Her swollen, full vagina tightly enveloped his burning penis, merging into one, their contours perfectly aligned. Without a doubt, she was grateful to the Creator for creating such a wondrous organ, bringing her endless pleasure and enjoyment.

The mere insertion was intoxicating; the thrusting only intensified the waves of pleasure. She slowly moved her body, moving up and down, and soon her overflowing juices moistened his penis. Her vagina, tingled by the heat of his penis, felt a numbing sensation, while the ridged glans rubbed against her, sending waves of pleasure through her. Her juices flowed down the erect shaft to the base, then clung to her labia and thick pubic hair, soaking both their genitals. "

I taught her how to wake me up with this," she said. "At first, she was a little embarrassed, but slowly she tasted the pleasure and began to indulge, becoming increasingly addicted. Now she's so skilled that she can't control herself."

Her lower body moved up and down rhythmically, the stimulation growing stronger. I couldn't help but open my eyes. Her face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, her cherry-like mouth licking her lips. Her hands were cupping her two pink and white breasts, rubbing and grinding them, her body trembling with excitement as if possessed.

Seeing my wife's wanton state, I couldn't help but be infected. I held her buttocks with both hands and used my waist strength to thrust my penis into her vagina with force, matching her rhythm. For a moment, the room was filled with the symphony of "slap," "slap," flesh colliding, mixed with the "squeak," "squeak" of overflowing vaginal fluid, as if responding to our concerted efforts. After thrusting like this for a few minutes, I noticed her movements slowed down, looking a little spoiled. Knowing she was running out of strength, I simply flipped her over, pinning her beneath me, and lifted her legs high, increasing the speed of my thrusts. It had been quite a while since she had enjoyed such a pleasurable sensation. She felt incredibly comfortable, uttering broken, monotone sounds like "Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, pulling them into a crumpled ball.

The continuous friction caused her to leak a lot of vaginal fluid, pulling her labia minora apart and causing spasms like those of an orgasm—a pleasure beyond words. After a few strokes, I suddenly thrust in with all my might, the glans hitting her cervix. She cried out immediately, her whole body trembling. She felt my penis rubbing against her vaginal opening before suddenly plunging in completely, followed by a series of tremors. I continued to thrust in and out, deep and shallow, her thighs spreading wider and wider to allow for easier penetration; her vagina opened wide, allowing me to penetrate even deeper, intensifying the pleasure.

The thrusting speed increased, making the penis move in and out of the vagina rapidly. After a round of intense thrusting, both of them were incredibly aroused. She even kicked her legs straight up, her hands wrapped around my waist, pushing and pulling rhythmically. Her loud cries were gone, replaced by clenched teeth, her body trembling in waves, preparing to receive the power of orgasm. Her muscles were taut like a tightly wound spring, her penis swollen and hard with blood, delivering boundless pleasure to its owner with each thrust, as if rewarding her for the effort she had given.

Having been busy all morning, A-Juan felt completely refreshed, and she was sure to have a particularly pleasant day at work!

Before leaving, A-Juan told me some good news: A-Chan was coming tonight. At first, I didn't think much of it. Because A-Chan wasn't just a frequent visitor to our house, but also my second wife in every sense of the word, and she always called me "husband." But when A-Juan said she was going to be my wife in a real sense, I was so happy I almost jumped for joy.

My long-cherished fantasy is about to become a reality: two women on either side of me sharing one husband—any man would probably have such an inappropriate thought. This Juan is really tight-lipped; they only told me today about what they planned yesterday, clearly wanting to give me a surprise. The reason I prepared a delicious meal was partly to sincerely thank them.

Achan, with her tall and slender figure, full in all the right places, and a round, rosy apple-shaped face—let's just say, anyone who sees her can't help but take a second look. Beautiful! Charming!

She was Juan's classmate; we were supposedly inseparable since we were in the Tenth Girls' Middle School. She was also our bridesmaid. At the wedding, because of her outstanding appearance, many people mistook her for the bride. To be honest, I was very proud to have such a beautiful woman as a friend. She's a frequent visitor to our house, very easygoing.

One is Achan, the other Ajuan—their names together sound like the moon goddess Chanjuan! Who doesn't know Chanjuan is a fairy? No one has the fortune to see the legendary fairyland, but having a beautiful woman by your side is a rare and precious blessing. Whenever she comes, I'm extra enthusiastic in preparing her.

Juan never closes the bathroom door when she showers, not just because we're married and have no taboos, but because she always needs my help; we're pretty used to showering together. Sometimes, she gets carried away while showering.

Today, the bathroom door was still open, and the sounds of water, whispers, and laughter drifted out. I love admiring Juan's naked body. Even after three years of marriage, my liking hasn't diminished. Her body has matured, becoming increasingly womanly, and I never tire of looking at her.

Of course, I especially love seeing Achan's breathtaking beauty naked. Although we're married in name only, we're practically husband and wife. She calls me her husband, and after a bath, she often appears before me completely naked, seemingly oblivious to everyone else. I can say I know everything about her.

Juan is only 27 this year, three years into her marriage—the prime of a woman's life, when she's at her most mature and charming. She has large, bright, round eyes, a straight nose, and small, slightly upturned red lips. A uniquely feminine charm, childlike innocence, allure, and seductiveness emanate from her half-open lips. But what's most captivating, of course, is her figure. She has large, firm breasts, and her round, large buttocks sway as she walks, truly arousing the imagination. Only I know the endless allure of her lower body.

Her large breasts, like two enormous peaches, showed no signs of sagging. The tips were round and large areolas, tinged with a faint red, and the two sizable nipples, like red dates, were always slightly protruding. Below her flat, smooth abdomen was a thick patch of pubic hair, completely covering her triangle area. The hair, though damp with water, was still soft and curved, its density resembling the beard of a fierce warrior.

But my body left a particularly deep impression on her. It wasn't because of my muscular build; those who work out have strong, firm muscles, but my genitals were truly astonishingly large. She vividly remembered the feeling of the first time I inserted my large, thick penis into her body—a feeling that was truly unforgettable.

Her labia majora were very thick and looked very elastic. Even though the labia majora were already quite thick, the labia minora in the middle were still clearly visible, a light brown color. The labia majora were completely hairless, very smooth and clean. A sparse patch of pubic hair grew at the mons pubis, with a few black dots around the edges – those were the hair roots left after trimming. Don't ask, that was my handiwork. I clearly remember once I completely shaved her pubic hair, but within two months, it was lush and green again.

The labia majora and minora were tightly closed, the slit in the middle completely invisible. The mons pubis, protruding between her thighs, looked like a small steamed bun. The thick labia minora were exposed, somewhat curved and wrinkled, stretching out quite a bit, about five or six centimeters in their natural state. The feel of it… hehe…

Behind the labia majora, near the anus, that is, the perineum, formed a beautiful arc. On the inner side of this arc was a small indentation; only this indentation reminded one that a woman's vulva is divided into two lobes. Most notably, there was a dark blue birthmark on the outer side of her vulva, where the labia majora connect to her anus, located slightly to the left, about three millimeters in diameter.

Legend has it that women with prominent birthmarks around their genitals are promiscuous, and indeed, her sexual appetite was quite intense. If I hadn't pointed out the increased risk of infection during menstruation, she definitely wouldn't have been idle. I jokingly said, "Don't blame her, blame me for training her."

Achan's vulva was quite different. Her thick pubic hair formed a tight, protective cluster on either side of her labia majora, with only a few hairs on her swollen mons pubis, leaving the surrounding area and inner thighs smooth. When her thighs parted, the two soft, pink labia minora would droop softly. Although her labia minora weren't as thick as Ajuan's, they were longer, fanning out from the slender clitoris to the perineum, allowing my gaze to easily penetrate inside, taking in everything inside and out of her vulva.

The weather was bad the next day; it started raining before noon.

Although we had umbrellas, we both got soaked. We were caught in a thunderstorm, with no way to avoid it. Bathwater was already prepared, and thankfully, the weather cooperated—it was my chance to be attentive.

"Honey, I missed you so much..." Achan stood in front of me, raising her arms in a coquettish manner. She was used to my service, letting me help her undress. My heart skipped a beat as we silently exchanged glances.

"Baby, I missed you too. Otherwise, why would I have prepared all this? You're not allowed in bed until you're thoroughly drunk..."

"Why are you trying to get me drunk again? No way!" She feigned anger, but was still being coquettish. She nestled against my chest, her captivating face upturned, her eyes fixed on me, a sweet smile overflowing from her bright eyes.

Her bra was off, revealing her fair, full breasts, which I always touched and rubbed whenever I saw them. They were fuller and more substantial than Ajuan's, taut and heavy, with an excellent feel.

"Go take a shower, I'll make love to you properly in a bit, ah." A gentle voice soothed her, lifting one breast and swaying it. Their eyes met, their deep affection unspoken, their hearts fluttering.

"Honey, I want you to sleep with us tonight, I'll never let you sleep on the sofa again, ah."

"What, are you turning your part-time job into a full-time one?" I asked, inching closer to the bed with my arms around her.

"Yeah, that's right, I want you to be my real husband today." Forget about the coquettishness, she dared to be so confident in front of Juan, they must have already reached an agreement, discussed it beforehand.

"Honey, come on, try it, ah..." Achan stretched out her pale arms to me in a sweet, coquettish voice.

She exuded a strong feminine charm, her full, white breasts mostly exposed, her lower body covered only by a small piece of cloth, which, because it was tied up, made her practically naked from the side. Most alluring of all were her two smooth, swaying thighs, her vulva peeking out from beneath the surface, more seductive than any summons she uttered.

Her desire had been aroused, and to not respond appropriately would be unbearable.

Their mutual seduction had reached an unbearable point, an imminent explosion of passion. She had

a slender waist, long legs, and round, pert, white buttocks; her pubic hair was thick and black, peeking out from the small, barely concealing fabric. Her breasts were large, soft, and white, but her nipples were a striking black, like the color of purple grapes, creating a stark contrast with her skin. Overall, she exuded a powerful, seductive allure, giving the impression of unadulterated wantonness.

I know she harbors a burning desire deep down, but I always hesitated before, out of consideration for my wife, Juan, and not wanting her to be jealous. Now, however, she's given her word, and it's like a royal decree!

It's not the first time these two sisters have cuddled and slept together. They're not blood sisters, but they're closer than blood sisters. Describing their intimacy as inseparable as glue and honey is no exaggeration. When their passion is at its peak, they often treat each other like their beloved man. Countless times, Juan and I have been seen kissing, laughing, and playfully teasing each other, sometimes even fondling each other's breasts or reaching down to explore. When I'm not around, it's even reached the point of being lesbian, so they understand each other quite well.

Now, my wife, Juan, has finally agreed to let me join them.

She gazed at Achan with eyes full of spring-like longing, gently parting her thighs with one hand, exposing her vulva, like a paradise, before me. Two fingers parted the soft, tender labia minora hidden beneath the pubic hair, and she said in a teasing voice, "You're so wet already, aren't you craving it? Tell me!"

Indeed, her vaginal opening was already glistening with moisture, almost overflowing.

"You know perfectly well what I'm asking, you're so naughty, I really can't take it anymore..."

"So, oral sex first or intercourse first, hehe..."

"Of course, intercourse first, hurry up, my good brother, my dear husband, give it to me, ah... "

"What, you've really come to your senses, want me to help you clear things up?" My gaze shifted downwards, glancing at the intimate area so close to my face, and I teased her further. When a man comes to his senses, and a woman comes to her senses, of course, it's about sex.

"Husband, you're so bad, so naughty! Why do you have to watch your wife suffer like this..." Her restless writhing became more and more obvious, her hands had already reached her inner thighs, her eyes filled with both water and fire.

"Darling, don't tease her anymore, if you keep teasing her, even I might not be able to take it anymore, ah..." Lying beside her, A-Juan couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together, undoubtedly, the verbal teasing before sex was like adding fuel to the fire.

"Happy time is starting now, charge, kill, don't be reckless..." I shouted loudly, as if I were playing a game, and thrust in in one go.

My glans was already inside her vagina, and only then did I let go and lean down to hug A-Chan, thrusting my hips, and my penis was already fully inserted without hesitation. Without hesitation, she twisted her waist and arched her back, and for a short while, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, slap, slap, slap, and the squelching of fluids echoed.

I lifted her slender legs and tentatively and slowly inserted myself. Because of some nervousness, my penis couldn't find the entrance several times, and she was getting impatient, guiding it with her hands. I simply pressed her legs towards her chest, exposing the largest possible area of her vulva before me, and then, guided by her fingers, slowly entered.

She let out a soft moan, looking at me with hazy eyes, saying, "So thick...so good...thank you, my good brother, my good husband...it feels so good...deeper, deeper..." I didn't speak, gritting my teeth as I began to thrust slowly and powerfully. It was exactly what I had imagined. I felt the pleasure of my penis being gripped by the mature woman's vagina, and continued to move, my thick, long penis glistening as I withdrew.

Her watery eyes were hazy, and this shy yet wanton young woman made me unable to control myself any longer, so I began to increase my strength. She arched her chin as she was being fucked, moaning incessantly, her hands squeezing her breasts, and as I thrust forcefully, I reached out to soothe her soft breasts. I thrust and pumped with all my might, causing her body to sway uncontrollably. The sudden, intense stimulation of her breasts clearly amplified her pleasure. She placed her hand on mine, squinting and frowning, gritting her teeth to endure the shockwaves from her vagina, only moaning softly, "Mmm... mmm..." Her lower body was overflowing with vaginal fluid, which felt wonderfully lubricating.

Achan's panting and moans grew more rapid. Approaching her climax, her twisting and heaving became even more frantic; her soft, white breasts swung back and forth, her body trembled violently twice, and after a long sigh, her legs gradually straightened.

The warmth and moisture inside her vagina, the way my penis was enveloped by her tender flesh, was truly wonderful. I lifted my hips and slowly withdrew my penis, then thrust it back in. Feeling the pleasure of the thrusting, I couldn't help but hold her tighter, and slowly the thrusting became faster and faster. Her vagina was like a small mouth, constantly clamping and sucking my penis, waves of pleasure coming from my lower body. I couldn't help but moan, thrusting my hips forward even harder.

After five or six minutes of frantic thrusting, I was completely out of it, humming loudly, and I even felt the prelude to orgasm. This was definitely not my style! How could I ejaculate so quickly! So I grabbed her thighs and pressed them against her breasts, changing to a deeper position, and resumed the previous slow thrusting.

She gradually caught her breath, her moans slowing with my movements. She lovingly stroked my shoulder, murmuring, "It felt so good... I just had an orgasm... I haven't felt this good in so long... How about you?" I smiled and leaned down to kiss her nipple. After resting for a while, the excitement subsided. I had her roll over onto her stomach, her buttocks raised high, her wet vagina perfectly aligned with my penis. I held her round, white buttocks, spreading them apart to reveal her pink, fleshy opening, and then easily entered her from behind.

Lying before me, her delicate vulva peeked from her white buttocks, her clean, rosy anus exquisitely beautiful—everything was as beautiful as when I first saw it years ago, and her passionate moans were just as sweet. I had the strength and experience to give her complete pleasure. The sound of my lower abdomen hitting her buttocks, her ecstatic moans, my heavy breathing, and the creaking of the soft bed combined to create a lewd sexual symphony that filled the entire room.

Unable to resist, I reached out and stroked her smooth back, then around her body, kneading her full, tender breasts, and finally, after sliding my fingers over her abdomen, I rubbed her clitoris with my middle and index fingers.

"Ahhh...ahhh...I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore..." With each increasingly rapid thrust, her wanton cries became chaotic and high-pitched. I forcefully flicked her nipples; the slight pain intensified her obsession with pleasure, and she began to scream wildly without restraint.

Her body convulsed violently, every muscle tensing. I knew this was the signal of orgasm, so I turned her over, making her face me again, spreading her legs high, and thrusting into her vagina with extreme force. She cried out with each thrust, clutching my arm like a lifeline, not daring to let go for a moment.

We finally came to our senses from the frenzy. Her eyes were no longer shy, gazing at me with loving eyes. Suddenly, she twisted my nose again: "Honestly! How come you're so experienced? Who taught whom?" I chuckled, wanting to bring up what I'd seen years ago, but before I could even speak, her fragrant lips pressed against mine.

A woman's body temperature is slightly lower than usual during the day or two of ovulation, and her libido is also stronger; I'd remind them to pay attention. Come to think of it, today is exactly the middle of my two menstrual periods—could it really be ovulation? No wonder I've been feeling restless and strange these past few days.

Her alluring body was on full display, her exquisite, curvaceous figure was simply breathtaking: her full breasts were like two large snowballs, pure white and flawless, bouncing with every step. With a jerk, her breasts bounced up and down, the two rosy nipples hard and erect, pushing against her nightgown to create two small peaks. The deep red areolas were round and even, making the nipples even more alluring. A wasp-like waist made her whole body appear slender and delicate, so narrow that it could be grasped with a finger. In contrast, her buttocks were plump and alluring, round and smooth to the touch. But the most captivating feature was her black inverted triangle, the tender pubic hair jet black and lustrous, neatly arranged, except for a few stray strands peeking out through the fabric holes. The tip of her penis pointed directly at the small slit between her thighs; two small, red, wrinkled labia were visible, but only a small part, suggesting it was just the tip of the iceberg, making one imagine what the rest would be like, and even more so, how alluring the peach blossom cave nestled between the two bright red labia would be… You get used to it, and it becomes natural. Using other people's examples doesn't feel quite right, or rather, it's not realistic.

As the saying goes, you get the bad habits you develop. Every day before going to work, Juan would either be all lovey-dovey with me… A short kiss would make her unhappy; everyone longs for the sweetness of early romance in a marriage! She has no intention of cheating, and I have no desire for infidelity, so how can our love not be as strong as ever? Of course, how could I not think about it?

The best explanation is: the outside world is wonderful!

Kissing and hugging with clothes on doesn't easily ignite passion, after all, we're quite familiar with each other. But embracing naked is a different story—it's just different!

Revealing everything to your wife has its pros and cons. Once she knows everything about you, she'll have a way to deal with it.

Ah Juan, deliberately turning around and riding me backwards, was enjoying the pleasure of my glans only entering and exiting the entrance of her vagina. Every time she recovered, she needed to have another round, whether riding me forwards or backwards, until I ejaculated completely.

The first round was with Ah Chan, so the second round was definitely for her.

A strong stimulation immediately surged from my genitals into my brain, a sudden stimulation that even I couldn't guard against, brief yet intense. My penis thrust powerfully in and out of her mouth, gushes of fluid gushing from the glans into her mouth. She gripped the base and continued to thrust back and forth, giving my penis an even more intense and prolonged stimulation. All the muscles in my body were tense to the extreme, and almost all the blood was concentrated in my genitals to experience the supreme physical pleasure. As the thrusting gradually slowed down, I collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted. A satisfied smile spread across her face as she leaned down, pressing her body against mine. She cupped one breast in each hand, burying my face in her cleavage, then pressed her breasts against my cheeks, savoring the exquisite touch and greedily inhaling the rich, sweet scent emanating from them.

With each breath, her hemispherical breasts swelled, unfolding before me, pink nipples erect on her large, caressed areolas, radiating an intense, yearning energy. Although I had no sexual experience, under her guidance, she guided my penis to her vulva. My hard shaft parted her moist labia, boldly entering her vagina. The warm, soft shaft felt slippery inside, with a slight, enveloping pressure, like a hand gripping my hand. My erect penis was inserted between her closed thighs, enduring the dense pubic hair and the burning desire of having my glans squeezed. I squeezed her buttocks even harder, violently pressing her vulva closer. I pressed my hands against her buttocks, causing the delicate skin of her thighs to rub against my testicles.

I increased my speed, forcefully spreading her legs and thrusting in more violently. Her lack of resistance ignited my animalistic desires, making me want to frantically pump inside her. Her face flushed red, appearing incredibly alluring in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Her lips parted slightly, then wide open, uttering indistinct murmurs of desire. A tightening sensation ran through my lower body, accompanied by a surge of energy shooting from my spine to my brain. I squeezed her breasts even harder, letting my penis pump freely inside her. She swayed her hips, using her feminine advantages to cooperate, emitting even louder moans of pleasure. This was the ultimate pleasure in the world, a complete union of man and woman.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/5016.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=5016&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : CCR - Cheap Prostitute

Next Page : teacher

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Achan and Ajuan

comment Open a new window to view comments