The wife traded her body for a lost jade pendant, but lost both her and the pendant. (Postscript: The first two times she was fucked out of five times)

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Note: This article is based on facts. The male party involved is now over, and before he was over, he wouldn't have gone online or visited forums. I, the cuckolded man in this article, after experiencing a series of events, finally understood the whole story and wrote down
the first part of this article, which has already been published, namely "My Beloved Wife Trades Her Body for a Lost Jade Pendant, But Loses Both Her and Her Money." The second part is this article, which describes my girlfriend being fucked twice. The third part describes the last three times she was fucked. Depending on the writing style, the last three times she was fucked may also be published in two parts.
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It takes a thousand years to share a pillow, and a hundred years to share a boat ride. How many years would it take to be fucked five times? It should be emphasized that each time there were more than two orgasms, all without a condom, and the woman was the one who offered herself?
In a person's life, some things sound unbelievable, but they are truly coincidences.
Later, after taking a series of measures and means, I gradually learned everything. Don't ask me what methods I used; there are too many like that. If you're determined to do something, you'll know what you want.
Looking back now, I always tend to attribute things to fate. Thinking about it, it makes sense. This old man wasn't my wife's only husband so far. Of course, the other old men are discussed in another article, because my research on that old man is still ongoing, and the article isn't finished.
Thinking about old men, especially the old man who runs the bathhouse in this article, reminds me of something else worth considering carefully: I just lost my girlfriend's virginity. Our first time happened under a big tree by the river. The previous times were all outdoors, and the second time was in a bramble bush in a park. The third time was at a bathhouse—yes, the same bathhouse owned by the old man, the protagonist of this story.
At that time, the old man's bathhouse was located outside the village, next to a road. Because my girlfriend and I almost got caught the first and second time, she didn't want to do it outdoors anymore. We hadn't even considered the concept of having sex in a hotel room; after all, we were young and inexperienced.
That day, double baths were just becoming popular, so I discussed with my girlfriend the possibility of having sex while bathing together. Initially, we planned to go to the old man's bathhouse, but later, to avoid being seen by acquaintances—we hadn't yet discussed our relationship with her family—we went to another bathhouse. We went to several places, but either there weren't any double showers available, or someone was already showering. After wandering around for a while, we were exhausted from cycling, so we went back to the old man's bathhouse.
At that time, my girlfriend and I hadn't seen each other much. When I couldn't have her tight pussy to fuck, I masturbated, once a day. We went into the bathhouse, took off our clothes, and started. Maybe it was nervousness, or maybe it was because I had been masturbating so much that my reaction was slow. We thrust for an hour and I still hadn't ejaculated.
Just as we were getting anxious—of course we were anxious, we hadn't even started showering yet! It cost ten yuan per shower, half a day's wages!—we
suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. I asked, "Who is it?"
An old man outside said, "Hurry up, you've been showering for too long.
" So we called it a day. My girlfriend had an orgasm, but I didn't ejaculate. I went in, quickly rinsed off the sweat, put on my clothes, and
walked away . My girlfriend was in front with her head covered, and I was behind her.
"You must have been doing *that*!"
"Haha."
As we left the bathhouse, I heard the voices of several old men. I turned around and saw three old men watching us and laughing. Since this isn't a suspense novel, I don't want to bury the foreshadowing too deep, so I'll just give a brief introduction. There's a bathhouse owner (A), my protagonist (B), and another old man (C), who also appears once during the later sexual encounter
. Later, the village where my girlfriend lived underwent its first round of renovations, specifically the widening of the road. The bathhouse moved into the village; A, who owned the bathhouse, went to the big city to follow his son, and the bathhouse was transferred to my protagonist, the old man (B). Then came the events described in this story...
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1. First Time Being Fucked: Forced Fuck Enough of the digression. Let's go back to the night my girlfriend lost her virginity to the old man
. We had arranged to have sex that night. I'd been away on a business trip for almost half a month. Of course, we hadn't actually arranged to have sex; that didn't need to be arranged, just to meet, right? This doesn't need to be explicitly stated. Moreover, I had just slept with my girlfriend then, and I was still yearning for her pink breasts and tight vagina.
After taking a shower with her, we got home, and I was combing my hair in front of the mirror when I suddenly realized my neck was empty. I touched it, and it was indeed empty. A chill ran down my spine: Where's the jade pendant?
My girlfriend frantically searched through her clothes, looking several times, but couldn't find it. She sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. She realized it must have been in the locker at the bathhouse. The lockers there were open, and there were four women there when she showered. Two left before her, and two left after her. She wondered if the first two stole it, or the last two picked it up? Or maybe the old man picked it up while cleaning? She'd been back for almost twenty minutes; the two women behind her should be gone by now.
My girlfriend was panicked, tears streaming down her face. She hurriedly threw on some clothes and ran
to the bathhouse. The door was open, and she went in quietly. She reached the women's bathroom, the door was open, and she peeked inside. The old man in the bathhouse was shirtless, wearing only shorts, and was hunched over mopping the floor
. "Uncle," my girlfriend gasped, her breasts trembling
. "Mmm," the old man straightened up, holding the mop and wiping the sweat from his brow. Then, he looked at my girlfriend, his eyes widening. Her light yellow top was revealing, and under the yellow fluorescent light, it looked like she wasn't wearing anything at all. Her nipples were faintly visible and stood erect. Looking further down, she saw her slender, white, and tender thighs. Wow, there was something dark between her legs—she wasn't wearing underwear! What was particularly striking was that her shorts were pulled up high, making her legs taut, and the cleft was faintly visible. The old man's eyes were fixed on his girlfriend's crotch.
The girlfriend sensed something was wrong, her face flushing slightly. She wanted to turn and leave, but for the sake of the jade pendant, she couldn't resist. She raised one hand to cover her chest and gently pressed her legs together.
"Uncle," she called again, "Uncle."
"Ah, come on, what's wrong?" The old man's gaze shifted from her crotch but remained fixed on her breasts
. "Um. I dropped one of my jade pendants here, I came to look for it," the girlfriend said
. "Okay. Go find it quickly," the old man said
. "Okay," the girlfriend responded, and ran into the women's bathroom.
Looking at her sexy buttocks under her almost transparent panties, the old man touched his not-so-useful but not-so-small penis and came up with an idea. Needless to say, it was an idea to take advantage of his girlfriend. He chuckled inwardly; his long-unused penis had sprung to life.
Sure enough, a moment later, his girlfriend came out.
"Uncle, didn't you see a jade pendant?" she cried anxiously. "My boyfriend gave it to me, it's over four thousand yuan, almost a year's salary for him."
"Didn't you look for it again?" The old man chuckled, realizing he'd been right. He'd done as he'd planned. "I should have looked," his girlfriend cried, "but it's not here."
"Haha," the old man laughed, "Don't worry. Hehe."
"What?" his girlfriend smiled through her tears, "You found it?"
"Yes," the old man said, still calculating in his mind.
"Ah," his girlfriend breathed a sigh of relief, "Give it to me quickly, I'm so nervous."
"Hehe." The old man didn't move, actually considering how to tell his girlfriend.
"What?" his girlfriend asked anxiously. Did the old man not want to give it to her? He has a good relationship with his own father, yet he's so greedy. Her heart tightened again.
"I can give it to you, but—" The old man was a cunning old fox, playing hard to get.
"But what?" His girlfriend looked up at the old man's eyes, asking eagerly.
"I have a condition." The old man wasn't in a hurry, knowing the fish had taken the bait.
"What condition?" the girlfriend asked anxiously .
"Your breasts are so beautiful, let me play with them." The old man stared at his girlfriend's breasts, pointing one finger at them, the thick, dark finger almost touching the nipple.
"Ah!" the girlfriend cried out, taking a step back and covering her breast with her hand.
"What's the rush?" the old man said, "Just playing with them, it won't hurt."
"You—you bastard—" the girlfriend was furious.
"Tell me, do you want them or not? If not, I'll find a place to sell them cheaply tomorrow." The old man was secretly pleased, but not in a hurry. Even if he couldn't have them in the end, this teasing was good enough. Anyway, she wouldn't tell her father
. As he spoke, the old man reached for his girlfriend's breasts with both hands.
"No. I won't." The girlfriend turned to the side, putting her left shoulder in front of the old man. The old man then reached out and grabbed his girlfriend's right shoulder with one hand, and supported her left elbow with the other. The old man's penis reacted even more strongly to the tender and elastic young body, though it wasn't hard yet, after all, he was old.
"How much is your jade pendant worth?" the old man asked, pressing closer to his girlfriend.
"Four thousand." The girlfriend took a step closer, her voice trembling with tears, "Just give it to me." "Here you go
." The old man pushed his girlfriend further in, "I'll give it to you if you play with my breasts."
"No way," the girlfriend said, "You and my dad are so close, why are you like this?"
"Playing with my breasts won't hurt them, and playing with them is worth four thousand, isn't that great?" The old man pushed his girlfriend further in, "I'm only doing this because I'm close to your dad. If it were anyone else, I'd have to fuck them before I give it to them."
"You?" The girlfriend was pushed further in,
one step at a time, three pushes at a time, less than ten steps in total. The girlfriend pushed outwards, and the old man pushed inwards, but the old man still managed to push her into the women's bath.
Finally, the girlfriend leaned against the wall.
"Playing around won't hurt you, playing around with your breasts is worth four thousand." The old man's words echoed in the girlfriend's ears. She leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, crossed her arms in front of her chest to cover her breasts, her body trembling. Feeling the old man's movements,
the old man placed his two lewd hands on the upper edge of the girlfriend's breasts, his fingers squeezing between his wife's arms and breasts, trying to touch her breasts. Yes, touching the nipples doesn't count as touching breasts. If you're going to touch, you have to touch the breasts first. To catch a thief, you have to catch the king first. To touch breasts, you have to touch the nipples first. Only after touching the nipples, in a woman's mind, is it considered that the whole breast has been touched, and she will give up the protection of the whole breast.
"Do you want the jade pendant?" The girlfriend was still holding it tightly. Hearing the old man's words, her face turned ashen, but she gritted her teeth and remained silent.
Then, the old man looked down and saw his girlfriend's legs spread apart, about forty centimeters apart. An idea struck him. He lifted one leg and placed his knee between her legs.
"Ah!" his girlfriend cried out, her hands pulling away from her breasts as she tried to pry the old man's leg away. At that moment, the old man seized the opportunity to grab his wife's breasts with both hands.
"Ah!" his girlfriend cried out again, squeezing her legs together to block the old man's attack on her genitals while pulling her hands away from his. The old man's
hands weren't idle; his index fingers quickly flicked at his girlfriend's nipples.
"Ahhh!" His girlfriend's body went limp, her body leaning forward against the old man, moaning continuously. Her hands weakly fiddled with
her blouse, which only had three buttons, the top one of which, in the rush, was only half-buttoned and had now come undone in their struggle
. The old man rubbed it a few more times, then used his shoulder to lift his girlfriend's head and press her against the wall. The girlfriend's hands rested limply on the old man's, saying, "Okay, okay, no more, that's enough."
The old man, panting heavily, released one breast. The girlfriend also breathed a sigh of relief, raising a hand to smooth her long, drooping hair. Taking advantage of this moment, the old man unbuttoned the remaining two buttons.
"This is just the beginning. This is touching breasts, not just playing with them. I want to play with the whole thing." The old man's hands simultaneously thrust towards both of the girlfriend's breasts.
"Ah, no! No more!" the girlfriend cried out hastily. She tried to push the old man away, but it was too late.
His left hand completely gripped her right breast, while his right hand flattened her left breast, squeezing the nipple. Because her nipple was small, even when erect, it wasn't very big. Then he opened his mouth wide and took the entire nipple and areola into his mouth.
"See, you said no, but your little nipples are hard, which means you're welcoming me," the old man teased. At this moment, the girlfriend's actions were classic: her legs were tightly closed, and the old man's knee was still pressing against her genitals, though not as tightly. The itching deep inside her vagina made her feel something was wrong; she should try to stop his leg, yet it was also the itching deep inside her vagina that made her resist his leg's withdrawal. The old man had been focused on her upper body, and his grip on her leg had loosened.
"We agreed to only play with her breasts, take your legs away, don't press against my cunt anymore," the girlfriend cried out hoarsely. At this moment, waves of itching from her nipples surged through her entire body
. "Okay," the old man said, releasing her nipple. He loosened his leg, no longer pressing against his girlfriend's vagina, but his foot remained between her legs. His girlfriend quickly pulled her legs back, but the old man's foot was still there. Helpless, she could only tighten her thighs
. "Okay, that's enough." His girlfriend tried to push him away again.
"Not yet. Tell me, what did it feel like?" The old man held his girlfriend's breasts in his hands, staring into her eyes.
His girlfriend blushed and turned her head away, avoiding his gaze.
"Not answering?" The old man stared intently at his girlfriend, trying to kiss her lips, but she turned her face away again. The old man asked again, "Did your nipples tell me the answer? Look, the nipple I sucked on just now hasn't gotten bigger." The old man flicked his middle fingers at his girlfriend's nipples again.
"Ah!" his girlfriend cried out, her body trembling.
The old man's foot, which was between her legs, slowly pressed down, pressing against her knee. The pleasure she felt from the old man sucking on her nipple had vanished as his mouth left, leaving her with a slight sense of loss. Then, as he played with her nipple again, it was like a second visit from the old man, but this time even more intense. She tried to clamp her legs together to prevent his penetration, but the area between her legs was becoming increasingly soft, lacking the strength to continue.
Moreover, this pleasure was more intense than when her boyfriend played with her breasts, and she felt a peculiar sensation. Later, she carefully analyzed her psychological state. This peculiar feeling stemmed from three things: first, humiliation, though not so intense at that moment; second, the feeling of being violated by another man; and third, the contrast between her boyfriend's gentleness and the old man's roughness, giving her a completely different feeling. No wonder Eileen Chang said that the vagina is the passage to a woman's psyche. Women are emotional and sentimental; their psychology easily changes with their physical state, shifting from resolute determination to tender in an instant.
The girlfriend's hands gripped the old man's shoulders tightly, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away. Her head was tilted back, her eyes rolled upwards, her mouth wide open, as if she wanted to scream but couldn't utter a sound.
Helplessly pushing the old man away, she was also confused, a primal reaction. How was this old man playing with her, giving her waves of pleasure? She looked down at him; he
had a nipple in his mouth, sucking it desperately, the tip of the nipple already mostly inside, the nipple touching his tongue, the nipple and areola being teased by his tongue.
The other breast was completely held in his hand, his index finger rapidly manipulating her nipple. "Ah no, I don't want this! I don't want this! Isn't this cheating? I don't want it! I don't want the jade pendant anymore! I don't want to cheat!" the girlfriend screamed hysterically.
"Don't want it?" The old man was tired too. He released his girlfriend's nipple, and she raised one hand to cover it, but he was too fast. The old man's other hand grasped her breast again.
"Don't want it?" The old man gently applied more pressure with both hands. "You have to have it now, whether you want it or not." Saying this, the old man kissed his girlfriend's lips again, saying, "You have to have it now, don't you?"
"You, you pervert." The old man's act of taking advantage and then acting innocent made his girlfriend feel very uncomfortable.
"Are you comfortable if you're not a pervert?" The old man chuckled.
"You, humph!" The girlfriend was both angry and furious, but couldn't say anything
. "I'm the pervert." Saying this, the old man actually pulled down his shorts, revealing his slightly erect penis.
The girlfriend followed the old man's movement and looked over. Huh? What's that dark thing, and it's sticking up? The girlfriend looked again and realized what it was. Her face turned red
. "You, don't want it." The girlfriend closed her eyes. What did the girlfriend mean by "don't want it"? As the old man pulled down his pants, his hands left his girlfriend's breasts. The previously endless pleasure suddenly vanished like a kite with a broken string, leaving her feeling as if she had lost something precious. Ah, the contrast! At this moment, she had gained what she thought was precious pleasure, but lost her precious chastity—how contradictory! "Tell me, am I being a pervert?" the old man asked
. "No," the girlfriend squeezed out through gritted teeth
. "Then what is it?" the old man pressed.
"I...I don't know," the girlfriend turned her head away. "I'm giving you the jade pendant. Just playing with your breasts," the old man said
. "Hmm. Giving me the jade pendant," the girlfriend agreed.
"That's right, be honest and let me play with you properly." The old man held up his pants with one hand, while the other hand reached for his girlfriend's breasts. "Be honest, I'll have a good time, and you'll feel good too. And it'll be over quickly."
"Hmph," the girlfriend snorted softly, clearly swayed by the old man's words. She tried to block his outstretched hand, but it was no use.
I saw everything— just a slight lean back, pressed against the wall , and then she came down.
My girlfriend was so naive; why didn't she think to check the jade pendant first? Sigh.
== The second time she was fucked by the old man: She went to his house to get the jade pendant back and was fucked again in the bathhouse. It wasn't the second day because my girlfriend had a very strong orgasm that night, and her lower abdomen and vagina were very sore from the fucking. She rested the next day. Also, because she lost the jade pendant for no reason and was then fucked, it was psychologically unacceptable. This deal was too unfair
to my girlfriend. Fortunately, I left early the next morning, so her psychological pressure was relatively less.
On the third day, she went to see the old man. Since she hadn't gotten the jade pendant the first day, and had already been fucked, she had to get it back.
At the same time, my wife didn't dare go early, afraid someone would be there, and it would be bad if they argued. As a result, after some more teasing, she was fucked again, this time on the bed in the bathhouse cubicle I had seen
. When she got to the bathhouse, the old man was mopping the floor again. Seeing his girlfriend, he was both surprised and frightened, but looking at her face, he saw a hint of lust mixed with anger.
"You, why are you here?" the old man asked, glancing outside. His girlfriend had casually closed the door, and he felt a little relieved.
"What, scared?" his girlfriend said defiantly. "I've come to get my jade pendant."
"Haha." The old man was relieved.
"What? You won't give it to me?" his girlfriend asked anxiously, tears welling up in her eyes again.
"Of course I'll give it to you! But—" The old man was no longer worried that his girlfriend had come to settle scores.
"Give it to me quickly. There's nothing wrong this time. But, give it to me now." His girlfriend took a step closer.
"Hmph, come on, come with me." With that, the old man turned and left .
His girlfriend followed him into the cubicle .
"Where is it?" his girlfriend asked.
The old man suddenly pulled down his pants, sat on the edge of the bed, and pointed to his penis, saying to his girlfriend, "Here."
His girlfriend blushed and turned her head to the side. "You old pervert, give it to me now."
"Hmph, take it or leave it. If you want it, get your dick hard. Last time I fucked you so well that it wore my dick out. I need to let you play with it again and see if it works."
"You bastard!" the girlfriend yelled angrily, her face flushed.
"My two balls!" the old man chuckled.
"You scoundrel!" the girlfriend retorted
. "Yeah. I'm a scoundrel. I'm reasonable, I'm a reasonable scoundrel. As long as this test shows my dick works, I'll give it to you." The old man said, grabbing his girlfriend.
"You!" the girlfriend tried to push him away, but despite his age, he was still physically strong from years of manual labor. The girlfriend, though young, was still a woman, and the old man pinned her to the bed. As he pushed her down, he used one leg to spread her legs apart.
He lay on top of her, supporting her face with his hands, preventing her from moving her head freely. Looking at her rosy cheeks and dark hair, the girlfriend stared at him with wide eyes, her hands supporting her on his shoulders.
After two or three minutes of this, the old man suddenly raised his hand… He brushed a lock of hair from his girlfriend's forehead and kissed
her bald head. Suddenly, his heart softened, and he sighed inwardly. His hands, which had been supporting the old man's shoulders, suddenly lost their strength and fell limply. He closed his eyes .
"Hehe." The old man chuckled, looking at his prey. She had suddenly transformed from an angry leopard into a docile lamb. This sense of conquest was so exciting, so exhilarating. The
old man leaned down, pressing his entire body against his girlfriend. His hands naturally pressed against her breasts, two fingers on each nipple, teasing them
. "Oh." His girlfriend moaned softly, adjusting her position to support the old man's weight, spreading her legs wider. The old man adjusted his position accordingly, his still-erect penis pressing against her labia. The warm sensation traveled to her girlfriend's vagina, causing her to tremble and her body to soften slightly. She
felt a mix of pain, itchiness, and longing...
The old man pressed his lips to hers, capturing her lips, and naturally inserted his tongue into her mouth. A delicate fragrance, as if still that of a virgin, filled
her mouth. The taste in the old man's mouth made her feel nauseous, but the pleasure slowly emanating from her vagina and nipples overcame this nausea, making her involuntarily suck on the old man's tongue.
One was the fragrant, youthful tongue of a young woman, the other the withered, smoky, dirty tongue of an old man, intertwined together, saliva constantly flowing from their mouths.
The old man lifted himself slightly, using one hand to unbutton his girlfriend's clothes. This time, his girlfriend was more prepared, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and trousers, her five-buttoned shirt fastened tightly, a full-cup bra, and boxer briefs. But a fortress is often breached from within.
The old man clumsily tried to unbutton his girlfriend's clothes, their tongues still locked. His girlfriend, however, tightened her grip. After all, in sex, the woman is passive; undressing should be the man's responsibility.
But the old man, clumsy as ever, couldn't undo it. It turned out her top buttons were the kind that snag, something he'd never seen before. His girlfriend gently bit his tongue, using one hand to undo the two most difficult buttons. Then the old man unbuttoned the remaining three buttons.
Wow! The old man exclaimed inwardly, placing his hands on his girlfriend's breasts. He tried to insert a few fingers into her bra from below the cups, but they wouldn't go in. He changed direction, trying to insert them from the top edge of the cups downwards, but still couldn't get them in
. His girlfriend then turned to the side, using one hand to unhook the back of her bra. The old man's lustful hands impatiently lifted the cups and slipped inside, grasping her two already erect breasts. "Ah!" his girlfriend cried out, sticking out the old man's tongue. Her whole body trembled and stiffened for a moment.
The old man stepped back, lifting his girlfriend's bra cups onto her breasts. The cups were very elastic and were about to fall down, but his girlfriend raised her shoulders, lifting the cups up slightly, fully exposing her breasts to the old man.
The old man's eyes were fixed on his girlfriend's two pointed nipples, which had been flat but were now hard, as if greeting him. The old man suddenly lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth.
"Ah!" his girlfriend cried out. It turned out that the old man's movements were too forceful, and his teeth had bitten her, hurting her. The
old man paused for a moment, clenched his teeth, and then began to suck on his girlfriend's nipple again, opening his mouth as wide as possible, then sucking the entire nipple in and spitting it out. He gently touched the nipple with his lips and then licked it with his tongue. Looking again and
noticing the old man wasn't moving, the girlfriend felt strange. She opened her eyes and looked at him, asking, "What are you looking at? Hurry up." She was a little impatient, a mix of emotions swirling within her.
"Hehe. I'm looking for the milk ducts that come out when a baby is breastfeeding.
" The old man chuckled, like a child. "Get lost," the girlfriend said, closing her eyes again. "I've never had a child or breastfed, how would I know?"
"Hehe." The old man bit his nipple with his lips, slowly swallowing it, then the areola, and slowly moving further in. As his mouth opened wider and wider, he swallowed most of the breast. His
other hand wasn't idle either, kneading, pressing, squeezing, gently kneading, rubbing, and teasing.
Waves of intensely itchy pleasure assaulted the girlfriend's brain. Her mind went blank; all notions of morality, righteousness, shame, loyalty, and chastity vanished in that instant. This pleasure made her feel a lack of something within her. Her hands groped haphazardly across the old man's body, searching for that thing. Her hands slid erratically down the old man's smooth back, finally finding the belt of his large trousers. Oh, right, that's it! The thing she craved was here. Her hands grabbed the belt and tried to pull it down, but it wouldn't budge. She pulled again, but still nothing.
Meanwhile, the old man on top of her switched breasts. The stimulation from his tongue and body heat gave her nipples a pleasure far greater than simple finger pressure and manipulation; the pleasure was more intense and urgent
. "Come in quickly," she pleaded. Firstly, a psychological desire to finish quickly and get the jade pendant to end the matter. Secondly, a physical desire; her vagina was incredibly itchy, she could feel it spasming and twitching.
She reached down and touched the old man's crotch—wow, what a big thing! She grabbed the belt again and tried to pull it down, but still couldn't. Suddenly, she realized that the old man's big shorts had a belt. The belt was a thin rope tied in the front, and she had to untie the front to take it off. The girlfriend's hands reached for the old man's waist again, and after a lot of effort, she found the two straps and pulled on them, but she pulled the wrong one. What was supposed to be a slipknot was now a dead knot. "What? You slut? Can't take it anymore? Want my big cock?" The old man also sensed it, so he released the girlfriend's breasts, straddled her waist, and reached to untie the knot. "Tell me, is my cock big?"
"Yes." As the old man unbuttoned his shirt, his girlfriend glanced at the thing hanging down his crotch and unbuckled her own belt. She had come in long pants with a belt to avoid being teased again, so it would have taken the old man some effort to undo it. But unexpectedly, she was the one who took the initiative to undo it
. "Hurry up." Her body trembled, pleading. She reached out one hand to help the old man undo it, and the other to stroke his large penis. It wasn't hard, but it was thicker.
"Alright, you slut. I'll make you climax first." The old man was indeed old, but for the sake of face, he said, "You buttoned it up too tight. I'll make you feel good first, then I'll undo it and fuck you properly."
With that, the old man lay down beside his girlfriend, kissing her lips, their tongues intertwining. Then, with his left hand, he reached under her neck and grabbed her left breast, while his other hand pushed her right breast towards her left, so that his left hand was grasping both breasts simultaneously. Then, his right hand reached towards her crotch.
"Ah!" As his hand touched her clitoris, she cried out, her body arching. The old man's hand didn't stop; two fingers slipped into her vagina, already slick with precum, flowing freely. Without any resistance, both fingers slid in completely.
"Ah—ah—!" She squeezed her legs together, tightly gripping his hand, one hand on his arm, the other on his not-yet-fully-erect penis, trembling uncontrollably for
a long while before curling up in a ball. With her eyes closed and her whole body trembling, she gently placed her hand on the old man's penis, almost drifting off to sleep. Then, remembering something, she gripped it tightly. The old man still didn't get a full erection, only slightly hard.
"Are you even capable? How come you can't get hard after all this time?" the girlfriend asked, her eyes wide. "Of course I am. It's just that I fucked you too hard last time," the old man said, tossing and turning his hands on her breasts. "It's probably you who's not up to it. My husband can do it twice a day." The girlfriend pushed his hand away; she felt like her nipples were being rubbed raw by the old man. Seeing that the old man's penis didn't react again, she suddenly had a urge to get revenge on him.
"Twice? Haha, three minutes each time?" Hearing the word "husband," the old man's penis suddenly hardened.
"Go to hell! Huh? Why did it suddenly get harder while you were talking?"
Of course, the old man reached out and tightly grasped his girlfriend's breasts, slowly applying pressure, saying, "Of course, fucking another man's wife is exciting." Then, the old man trembled, and his already half-erect penis hardened a bit more.
"Come on, you, someone else's wife, let me fuck you. Hehe, it'll be even more exciting if I fuck you in front of your husband." After saying that, the old man's penis became fully erect, the glans trembling violently, waves of impulse thrusting forward. The old man thought of the person who had been peeping from behind the bathroom that night. He was certain that it was me, that he had fucked my wife, ah, my girlfriend, right in front of me. Although we don't have a marriage certificate yet, she's still my girlfriend. It feels so good to have someone else's woman.
"You're a pervert!" my girlfriend said.
"You slut, you whore, didn't you complain that my dick wasn't hard enough? Now it's hard, hurry up and get on top of me!" the old man yelled
. "Hmph. Speak more politely." My girlfriend pushed the old man, and he used the momentum to lie down on the bed.
My girlfriend looked out the door again, straddled the old man, reached out and grabbed his penis, closed her eyes, first rubbed the glans against her already wet vaginal opening, then used two fingers to separate her labia, aligning her vaginal opening with the old man's penis, and slowly sat down. It was both painful and itchy, an itch within the pain, pain within the itch. Halfway through, the girlfriend stopped, took a deep breath, and slowly sat down.
She began to stroke again. After several dozen strokes, the old man suddenly sat up, tightly gripping her buttocks and pressing her body forcefully against his. Then, he reached down, pulling her thighs closer, squeezing them towards his body. The girlfriend cooperated with his force, her vagina never leaving his penis, only gently moving back and forth. At this point, his penis was inserted to the deepest point of her vagina, but she couldn't feel it because her entire vagina was itchy and numb, waves of pleasure washing over her.
"Ah!—You slut, I'm coming—out—" The old man suddenly hugged his girlfriend, no longer moving. The woman hugged him tightly, shoving one of her nipples into his mouth.
They trembled a few times together, then collapsed heavily onto the bed.
The girlfriend gasped for breath, lifting her buttocks slightly. The old man's penis slipped out halfway, but a lingering tingling sensation returned. Unwilling to give up, she lowered her body again, and the not-yet-fully-softened penis went in a little more.
Helplessly, she closed her eyes. Finally, the old man's penis inside her vagina shrunk completely. The girlfriend squeezed her vagina, finding it empty, and then strained herself, turning over and sitting up.
"Alright, you old rogue, can I have my jade pendant now?" the girlfriend asked.
"I'm not lying to you," the old man opened his eyes briefly, then closed them again, gently stroking his girlfriend's thigh with one hand, and said, "I really didn't see that jade pendant. One of those women must have taken it."
"You!" A mix of emotions welled up inside her, and the girlfriend trembled all over. She raised her hand and slapped the old man's now shrunken penis hard.
"Ah!—" Amidst the old man's continued screams, the girlfriend put on her clothes and left.
Sigh!
The jade pendant wasn't retrieved; it was probably taken by those women who went to take a bath.
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Preview: The next chapter will cover the last three times she was fucked.
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The wife traded her body for a lost jade pendant, but lost both her and the pendant. (Postscript: The first two times she was fucked out of five times)

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