My sexual encounter with a young woman in Lijiang during the National Day holiday

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My Sexual Encounters with a Young Woman in Lijiang During the National Day Holiday (0-3 Full)
Source: sis
(0) Preface
This is the fifth article I have written about my sexual trip to Yunnan with a young woman I contacted online during the National Day holiday. The trip lasted more than ten days, and we visited many scenic spots. Almost every time we went to a scenic spot, we would have sex because of the scenery. Some people do not believe it and think I am making up a story. Whether you believe it or not, I enjoy the experience myself and write it down to express my inner joy. Whether you want to read it, empathize with it, or just treat it as a story to pass the time, there is nothing wrong with that.
Some people may ask, taking a living woman on a trip must cost a lot of money, right? For ordinary people, this is undoubtedly true. So, is it worth spending so much money? It depends on how you look at this issue.
First, consider consumption habits. Some people smoke expensive cigarettes, drink fine wines, wear designer clothes, and ostentatiously entertain guests, easily spending thousands of yuan. I don't perceive a significant difference between expensive cigarettes and ordinary cigarettes, expensive wines and ordinary wines, or food at a fancy hotel and home-cooked meals, yet the prices are worlds apart. Others enjoy playing mahjong, dominoes, or poker, easily losing thousands or tens of thousands of yuan in a single game. What do they gain or enjoy? Some become addicted to drugs, trapped in a vicious cycle, selling their houses and land to fund their addiction, ultimately becoming bankrupt. Is it worth it?
Second, consider cost-effectiveness. In China, taking a woman on a long holiday trip costs 10,000 yuan, which is already considered very luxurious and high-end; 5,000 yuan is generally quite good. Whether it's ten days or twenty days, as long as you have the ability, this woman will let you have sex with her as many times as you want—fifty times, a hundred times, two hundred times, depending on your stamina and ability. If you can only do it twice a week at most, then unless you're rich and you like it, why bother with all this fuss? Normally, you might find prostitutes or lovers. A low-class prostitute costs two hundred yuan per time. How many times can you do it for five thousand yuan? Can a prostitute compare to a respectable woman? Some people go to high-end hotels and upscale establishments, finding so-called "high-class" prostitutes, easily spending several thousand yuan. Even if you're in great shape, you can only do it three times at most. Do the math—is it worth it? As for finding a lover, not only is it exhausting and time-consuming, but the total cost won't be any less; it won't be cheap. Besides, when you take a woman out, she doesn't want money; it's like you're treating her. After you come back, you don't have to pay again. I don't need to elaborate on these points; you understand.
Where can you find a woman you can take on a trip? Everyone has their own way of doing things. Personally, I think it's okay for travel enthusiasts and female colleagues, but you can't be too casual with them; I don't think it's interesting. Some people hire travel companions at tourist destinations, which is also possible, but you have to be constantly wary of them being scammers or members of scam groups, so that's also pointless. The best approach is to find lonely single women in local chat rooms, QQ, or QQ friends lists—women who don't have much money, can't afford to travel, are lonely, and want excitement. Finding such　 women is ideal
. Are there many such women? To exaggerate slightly, they're everywhere. We're not lacking in sexy women around us; what's lacking is the eye to spot them. I say this based on two considerations: First, women's sexual needs and desires are equal to men's. Since men are constantly thinking about finding women, women are doing the same, only they are more reserved. Once a woman gets involved with you, she can be even more passionate than a man. Second, in this world, especially in China, there are far more prostitutes than male prostitutes. Think about it: if a man wants a change of pace, he can easily find a prostitute to satisfy his urges. But what about women? It's so difficult for them to find male prostitutes. So, who do they look for? Men, of course, but most of them are waiting for men to approach them; they like to wait passively, so you must be aware of this.
Therefore, as long as you put in the effort, you don't need to worry about not finding women. Regarding this, I've published articles in the information exchange area such as "My Seven Principles of Sex and Eight Principles of Not Sexing Women," "Exploring How to Sex Women from the Perspective of Why Women Want to Have Sex," and "My Experiences with Sixteen Part-Time Women," which you can browse; they might be helpful.
What preparations should you make when taking a woman on a trip? I won't go into the necessary money and items. What I want to emphasize is that you must bring birth control pills; unprotected sex is the only way to truly enjoy it. Also, you absolutely must find out her menstrual cycle. If you pay to take her on a trip and she gets her period, aren't you in trouble? How to solve this? If you anticipate that she will get her period during the trip, give her medication to delay it so you can fully enjoy yourself.
The above is for reference and discussion only. I will continue my account of my travel sex with a young woman from the previous post. (I) Lijiang Old Town
That afternoon, after returning from Cangshan Mountain, we took a nap and then strolled around Dali Street. The streets were filled with tourist souvenirs, merchandise, and so-called local products. We couldn't take any of these things with us; we'd tasted the food, seen the sights, and that was about it. I was particularly fond of the hulusi (a type of gourd flute) sold in the shop. I know a little about musical instruments, so I bought a hulusi for a little over 200 yuan and some sheet music. I immediately played "Phoenix Tail Bamboo Under the Moonlight" and "Deep Affection" for the young woman. She listened with rapt attention, completely captivated, and was incredibly impressed with me.
For dinner, we sampled local specialties at several small shops on the street. They weren't particularly delicious, but they certainly had a local flavor. Of all the places I've been, I dare say that Yunnan's food is the least flavorful, bland and tasteless, but definitely the healthiest way to eat. For example, many of their vegetables are simply boiled in water and served immediately. While this may lack flavor, it preserves the nutrients and original taste, using minimal salt and oil, thus reducing the risk of high cholesterol and atherosclerosis. No wonder the girls of Yunnan's ethnic minorities have such delicate skin; besides the favorable climate, their diet must also be a significant factor.
After dinner, we washed up early, cuddled the young woman's naked body, and went to bed early.
The next morning, we got up at six, ate breakfast, and boarded the long-distance bus from Dali to Lijiang at seven-thirty. Amidst the rosy dawn, we left Dali. The conductor said the journey would take more than three hours, and although it would be tiring, the scenery along the way would be breathtaking if one was interested. I thought it wouldn't be too tiring; with a beautiful young woman beside me, whom I could touch, cuddle, and whisper sweet nothings to, it should be a relaxing and enjoyable trip.
As the car left Dali, it first traveled along the Cangshan Mountains. In the morning mist, the dark green mountains appeared even more majestic and mysterious. The young woman and I, without prior arrangement, looked towards the Cangshan Mountains, exchanging knowing smiles. There, we had been like immortals, indulging in forbidden fruit. Erhai Lake, bathed in the morning sun, was like a mirror, reflecting dazzling golden light. As we reluctantly cast one last glance at the Cangshan Mountains and the beautiful Erhai Lake, the car rounded a bend, turning the page on our unforgettable Dali trip.
Whether the car hadn't left the Cangshan Mountains or entered another mountain range, we didn't know. The scenery outside the window gradually became desolate. Along the way, we passed a bridge, its name unknown. The bridge, slender and majestic, was supported by several pillars spanning a deep valley. It was said to be similar to the destroyed bridge in the Yugoslavian film "The Bridge." Whether it was for tourism promotion or not, it did look quite similar to me.
Further on, the car passed a military training ground, probably a tank training base, but I didn't see anything advanced. I did see Type 69 tanks there, the red soil on the hillside crushed as if deeply plowed by the tanks. Further on, there seemed to be caves and barracks. In this desolate wilderness, the soldiers must be suffering. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow. The children of the poor in this republic are risking their lives to protect the extravagance of the rich. What a harmonious society, what a great republic! Justice is written grandly on paper, but the hearts of the poor bleed. Humans, as natural individuals—you, me, him, Zhang San, Li Si—are all endowed with equal rights by heaven, yet the vast majority of labor is ruthlessly exploited. How filthy are humanity! Humanity prides itself on civilization, but in reality, it is the most greedy and shameless of the degenerate races.
The desolation of the road instilled a sense of loneliness. The young woman nestled her head against my chest, my hand encircling her fleshy waist, caressing her soft, large breasts. The car gradually climbed the winding mountain road, perhaps already at the summit. The car traveled up the mountain, the clouds drifting below. To the left were barren mountains, to the right deep valleys. In the valleys, one could occasionally see a few small villages, each with only a few scattered households, dilapidated stone houses, and crumbling courtyards. At the bottom of the valley, on the slope, stood a few walnut trees and small patches of barren land. How can you call this a moderately prosperous society when there are still so many people living in such dire straits in China? Why don't the rich help these people living in the mountains? The rich people's dog food for a year could feed several families here, but when they call their beloved pets, do they ever feel a shred of pity for these people?
The car, carrying my resentment, drove to a mountaintop. On a small flat area at the summit, some crudely made porcelain was laid out. I guessed it wasn't for sale as collectibles; it was probably everyday household utensils used for holding water or making pickles. This was the most primitive porcelain I had ever seen—a true masterpiece of our ancestors' lives.
The car turned and turned, like someone straining their neck, pulling me towards the young woman. I touched her beautiful legs, stroking her pubic area through her pants, not thinking anything of it, just finding it pleasurable. Traveling with a beautiful woman is great! If a strange woman were sitting next to me, unless it was a rare romantic encounter, how could I just casually touch her breasts or genitals like that?
The car rushed from the mountaintop to the valley floor, then climbed another mountaintop. The scenery had come alive. To the left were still mountains, but now they were covered in trees. Without trees, without water, mountains would hardly be considered beautiful. In the valley to the right, large tracts of land stretched from the valley floor to the mountainside, forming terraced fields. The water shimmered like clear mirrors, reflecting the morning sun. A few elderly women were working in the fields, a beautiful scene of rural farming. Looking at their leisurely expressions, I felt a pang of envy; the simpler life, the more open-minded one's mind.
The car bumped along, and I touched the young woman's genitals. She spread her legs slightly and rubbed her buttocks forward, probably wanting me to make it more comfortable. I didn't intend to go too deep; I just wanted to savor the sensation slowly, like a gentle tickling. The young woman certainly didn't want my hand inside her underwear. Sometimes, after indulging in rich food, the sight or smell might be more appealing.
Suddenly, red soil appeared on both sides of the road. Lush green trees grew on the crimson soil, and the river in the valley flowed with blood-red water—the true Red River Valley, a vibrant and romantic red. With water and trees, everything comes alive.
The car drove for a while in the red soil area before starting to descend, gradually coming down the mountain to a market where people could get out to use the restroom. The market wasn't big, but it had a lot of goods: wild mushrooms, wild honey, wild vegetables… you name it. There were also various snacks and barbecues, including grilled grasshoppers, which I had never eaten before. They looked so tempting, grilled to a golden brown. I bought four skewers, but after just two bites, the sour and astringent taste made me feel extremely nauseous, and I vomited up my insides. The young woman, on the other hand, didn't seem to have any reaction. She said it was delicious. She handed me a bottle of mineral water, and after rinsing my mouth for a while and drinking a few more sips, I finally felt better.
After a half-hour stop, we got back in the car, and the young woman quietly told me, "You got all wet in the car earlier."
I said, "You're really sensitive." I asked her if she was holding it in, and she said she eats that every day, so it shouldn't be like that.
The car started driving on flat roads, and the scenery of the mountain road disappeared. At 11:30, we arrived in Lijiang.
We got off at the bus station in Lijiang New Town. The new town didn't have any particularly distinctive style like other cities; besides restaurants, hotels, shops, and malls, there was no sign of industry. People said the old town was very unique, so we walked towards it. After walking for a short while, we saw a large waterwheel, which must be the gateway to Lijiang Old Town. Walking closer, we saw an inscription by Jiang Zemin; although his calligraphy wasn't exactly impressive, he was, after all, a former head of state.
Crossing the small bridge over the waterwheel, we entered Lijiang Old Town. Everywhere we looked were antique buildings, and open doorways were filled with all sorts of small commodities. I didn't have time to examine them closely or see their prices. The streets were narrow, paved with large stones, and clear streams flowed on both sides, where women were washing vegetables and lotus roots. We walked further in and asked about several guesthouses, all of which were family-run. We chose one that was relatively clean and reasonably priced, and checked in. The rooms here were really expensive, but oh well, we were already here, so this was our only chance.
After settling in, we thought we'd eat at the guesthouse first, but the prices were outrageously high—over twenty yuan for a plate of peanuts! This place wasn't for poor folks like us. So, we left the guesthouse, not planning to look at the street scene yet, but wanting to fill our stomachs first, take a nap, and then leisurely stroll around in the afternoon. Inside the shops on the street, there were all sorts of snacks. We ate a couple of skewers of meat from one stall, a roasted sweet potato from another, or a couple of small meat pies, taking bites here and there as we walked, eating and browsing. Before we knew it, we were full, having sampled quite a few things without spending much money. Back at the guesthouse, we quickly washed up and took a nap.
At three in the afternoon, we got up and went out. The young woman wore a skirt and only carried a small bag, traveling light.
Here, please allow me to briefly introduce Lijiang to give you a basic understanding.
Lijiang City is located in northwestern Yunnan Province, at the junction of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau and the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. It borders Diqing Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture to the north, Dali Bai Autonomous Prefecture to the south, Nujiang Lisu Autonomous Prefecture to the west, and Liangshan Yi Autonomous Prefecture and Panzhihua City of Sichuan Province to the east. It covers a total area of 20,600 square kilometers. It administers Gucheng District, Yulong Naxi Autonomous County, Yongsheng County, Huaping County, and Ninglang Yi Autonomous County. Lijiang has been a multi-ethnic area since ancient times, with twelve ethnic groups residing there, mainly the Naxi, Yi, and Lisu.
Lijiang boasts numerous titles, including: World Cultural Heritage Site, World Natural Heritage Site, World Intangible Cultural Heritage Site, National Historical and Cultural City of China, and National Civilized Scenic Tourist Area, among others.
In terms of climate, during our visit in October, the temperature was in the twenties Celsius, which was quite pleasant.
The tourism resources are mainly represented by "two mountains, one city, one lake, one river, one culture, and one local custom."
The two mountains are Jade Dragon Snow Mountain and Laojun Mountain.
The one city is Lijiang Ancient Town, founded in the late Song and early Yuan dynasties, with a history of over 800 years. The ancient town covers an area of approximately 3.8 square kilometers and was listed as a national historical and cultural city in 1986 and a World Heritage Site in 1997.
The one lake is Lugu Lake, which has been designated as a provincial-level nature reserve and tourist resort in Yunnan Province.
The one river is the Jinsha River. The Jinsha River boasts unique scenery, with representative attractions including the First Bend of the Yangtze River, Tiger Leaping Gorge, and Baoshan Stone City.
The one culture is the Naxi Dongba culture, encompassing Dongba pictographic writing, Naxi ancient music, Dongba scriptures, Dongba paintings, architectural art, and religious culture—rich, profound, and extensive in content.
The first characteristic is the Mosuo culture. The Mosuo people, living on the shores of Lugu Lake, still retain their matrilineal walking marriage custom, where men do not marry and women do not formally wed.
The ancient town where we stayed is predominantly inhabited by the Naxi ethnic group. Most of the residents are elderly Naxi people, while younger people, preferring a modern urban lifestyle, mostly live in the newer town.
Walking along the cobblestone streets, we admired the architecture of the ancient town. Naxi houses are mostly of earth and wood construction, with common forms including: three courtyards with a screen wall, four courtyards with five patios, front and back courtyards, and one courtyard with two patios. Structurally, the main house is generally higher, facing south and opposite the screen wall. It is mainly for the elderly; the east and west wings are slightly lower and are for younger generations; the patios are for daily use, mostly paved with bricks and stones, and often decorated with flowers and plants. If there are houses facing the street, residents use them as shops.
Walking down the street, I marveled at the well-planned architecture of this ancient city, crowded yet orderly. All the houses were ornately decorated and exquisitely constructed. Shops lined the street, one after another, their goods dazzling the eye, from pendants costing a few yuan to antiques worth hundreds of thousands.
We continued our sightseeing until we reached the city center, called Sifang Street, which was actually a small square. A large group of elderly women, over seventy years old, were dancing in a circle. In the center of the circle, a worn-out tape recorder played an unknown tune. The women wore cloth hats and white ribbons crossed in a cross shape around their necks, dancing with gusto and obvious joy. My wife and I were caught up in their enthusiasm and joined in, bouncing along and immersing ourselves in their happiness.
When we got tired, we left the group and continued our leisurely stroll. Having walked about halfway through the ancient city, we noticed that everything seemed pretty much the same, as if a single module had been copied and pasted together without any variation. Unable to discern directions, we figured the ancient city was probably in its northeast corner, with a tall pavilion offering a panoramic view—a perfect battleground for any eventuality.
Having identified our location, we headed towards the pavilion. The streets, as always, were filled with tourist souvenirs. An old woman was selling books and paintings from the Cultural Revolution era, which piqued my interest.
We stopped at her stall. A 64mo volume of Mao Zedong's Selected Works caught my eye. I flipped through the pages; some of the quotes were quite inspiring, such as, "The Americans, in Tianjin, in Beiping, have scattered flour everywhere, let's see who's willing to bend down and pick it up… Sanction them, sanction them for ten or eight years, and all of China's problems will be solved."
After some haggling, I bought it for fifty yuan. The old woman then produced a yellowed portrait of Lin Biao, a print from that era. I still held this defeated villain in high regard; after all, he was a formidable figure. After some more bargaining, I bought it for thirty yuan.
Perhaps you think I've talked too much about travel, that I'm being long-winded, but we are indeed on a trip. Leaving aside these things, even just talking about sex makes me feel a bit awkward.
After buying some calligraphy and paintings from the old lady, we continued on our way. Not long after, we started walking uphill. Not far, we passed a family courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard were two tables, and the hostess warmly invited us to stop and have some tea, five yuan a pot. That was fine; we were tired and a bit hot, so we ordered a pot of green tea. After drinking the tea, we felt refreshed and our minds were much clearer.
Leaving the courtyard, we continued walking until we reached a small hill. A pavilion was located on top of that hill. The young woman and I climbed the steps and arrived at the pavilion. From here, we had a panoramic view of the entire ancient city. There was a circle of wooden chairs in the pavilion, and the young woman and I sat down. We first admired the whole scene: the ancient city with its green-tiled houses, the eaves interlocking, and under the eaves, a bustling crowd of people coming and going.
It was very quiet here. Behind the pavilion was a grove of trees, and the circular chair backs, more than half a meter high, completely blocked the view outside. Occasionally, a few tourists would come down to the foot of the hill, see a couple in the pavilion, and say it wasn't interesting up there, wisely leaving.
I put my arm around the young woman. She tilted her chin up and closed her eyes; she, too, had been waiting for this moment. I lowered my head, my lips pressed against hers, my tongue slipping into her cherry-like mouth, her tongue returning in kind. Smooth tongues, warm mouths, intertwined, passionate and intense. I kept glancing around out of the corner of my eye, worried that someone might come; my heart was filled with anxiety and fear, as if we were stealing from someone else's garden.
Kissing, kissing, one of my hands slipped under her blouse, moving upwards, reaching her back, caressing her smooth, fleshy back, and casually untying her bra. My hand slid forward, grasping her breast. Probably from the morning's car ride, her breast was soft yet firm, her nipples erect like green grapes. I pulled at her nipples, my fingertips circling her areolas, then scratched her entire breast repeatedly, making the young woman groan with ticklish pleasure.
She widened her legs; I knew she was eager down there. My hand moved down from her large breast, slipping under her skirt, under her panties, gently scratching and caressing, inching towards the soft mounds and pubic hair. The mounds, pressed, throbbed upwards, the pubic hair glistening with dew. My fingers combed and smoothed the sticky pubic hair like a comb, my middle finger slipping into the wet crevice, pressing the nipple above. The young woman couldn't help but let out soft moans. My fingers traced a path down her labia, caressing her delicate flesh, gently ploughing her little creek. The further I plowed, the smoother it became, until I reached her little waterfall. My middle and index fingers slid in and slipped into the cavern, where it was already a vast expanse of water.
My two fingers were tightly enveloped by her tender flesh; she must have felt full and relieved. I sometimes rotated my fingers, sometimes pulled them back and forth, as if trying to pull out a treasure from the cave. With each of my movements, her body trembled slightly—a quick reaction that only comes from public sympathy.
Her hand unzipped my pants, reached inside, pulled down my waistband, and her chubby little hand grasped my already erect penis, stroking it and occasionally scratching my testicles. Soon, I was leaking fluid.
I whispered in her ear, "Sister, let's start, it's better to finish here sooner."
"Mmm, I'll do it all over myself, no one will notice." The young woman's idea suited me perfectly; women are so thoughtful.
The young woman pulled my penis out of her zipper, stood up, lifted her skirt, spread her legs, and pulled her panties to the side, revealing her plump, wet vulva. She stuck her buttocks towards me, and I, holding my penis, aimed it at her entrance. She lowered her buttocks, and with a soft "plop," my large penis slid into her vagina. She sat down further, leaning back against me, and pulled her skirt down to cover her legs. I embraced her from the front, grabbing her breasts, and in that position, she was fucking me. Anyone seeing this from a distance would probably think we were a couple having sex, never suspecting we were actually having sex. Doing this carries a certain risk, but lust knows no bounds; fortune favors the bold. We were looking for this kind of thrill. We didn't know anyone, and we didn't need to show off to anyone.
"Sis, this time, it's all up to you. I'm not controlling anymore. I'll just cum when I want to. Let's finish this quickly."
"Okay, I'll feel good after a few more thrusts. You were really good with me, I'm almost there."
The young woman sat on my big cock, her little pussy gripping it tightly, probably because she was nervous. The tightness and force of her grip gave me an indescribable feeling. After gripping my cock for
a while, the young woman started moving her hips up and down, fucking me. Her hips moved quite a lot, pulling the glans to the vaginal opening when she rose and sitting down to sit on the base of my cock. With each rise and fall, I could feel the tender flesh of her vaginal opening turning out when she rose and concave when she sat down. When she rose, her juices were drawn out by my big cock, flowing down my shaft and onto my pubic hair, making it all wet. Women take the initiative, they know how to play better than men, especially experienced young women. When she stood up, her vaginal opening would linger on the glans for a few seconds, squeezing it tightly with her vagina, making it tingle and itch. When she sat down, her vaginal opening would linger on the base of my penis for a few seconds, squeezing it tightly with her vagina, making it tingle and itch. This feeling was unbearable. My penis swelled and hardened with her movements and the two-stage squeezing, becoming increasingly erect.
As she thrust into me, my hands cupped her breasts from below, lifting and lowering them in sync with her movements.
This continued for seven or eight minutes, and I felt a tingling sensation and a surge of heat at the base of my penis.
"Sister, I'm coming!" I warned her.
"I feel you're about to ejaculate, so I'll give you a boost," the young woman said, sitting down. Her vaginal opening gripped the base of my penis, and her soft, plump buttocks began to rotate. With her rotation, my penis rubbed against the entire vaginal wall, the warm, smooth flesh feeling was incredibly wonderful.
A young woman is a young woman, she knows how to have fun. As she rotated her hips, she also twisted them back and forth, making penetration feel even better than when she masturbated. Her squeezing, rotating, and twisting—the stimulation was irresistible to any man. I finally couldn't hold back any longer; my penis felt hot at the base, as if a floodgate had opened, and streams of hot semen, along with the rotation of her beautiful hips, swept into her beautiful vagina.
The young woman felt me ejaculate; she stopped rotating, leaning softly against me, her face flushed, breathing heavily. She must have orgasmed too; at least this process was enjoyable for her.
Quietly, my penis remained inside her vagina for three or four minutes, gradually softening.
I took out a large sheet of toilet paper and wrapped it around my penis. "Sister, lift your hips, I'll cover it for you, so it doesn't get on your skirt."
The young woman slowly lifted her hips, and my penis was pulled out of her vagina. She took the paper from my hand, covered her vaginal opening, stood up, spread her legs, and wiggled her buttocks a few times to let the semen flow out of her vagina, leaving a large puddle of semen on the toilet paper. I gave her another large piece of toilet paper, and I wiped my vagina again. Then, the young woman took a sanitary napkin from her bag and stuck it inside her underwear, thus finishing cleaning.
The itching was relieved, the heat was gone, and we were satisfied. Hand in hand, we left the pavilion and walked down the small hill. Passing by the teahouse, a few tourists were drinking tea, but they didn't notice us.
Back on the street, it was still early, just past five o'clock. Although we had done it, it wasn't too strenuous, so we weren't tired. This time, we strolled slowly, buying various snacks as we walked, not too many of each, just enough to try. The young woman took a fancy to a scarf, as well as small trinkets like a cow horn comb, and I bought them for her without hesitation.
We'd shopped enough, eaten our fill, and bought everything we wanted, so we bought some fruit and went back to the hotel to rest, preparing to enjoy Naxi ancient music that evening.
Back in the room, I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom. Under the shower, I personally washed the young woman's vagina, inserting my fingers to remove the remaining semen. Washing the vagina of a woman I like is a kind of enjoyment. While washing her, I noticed she was breathing heavily, so I sprayed her with some cool water to cool her down; at that point, I dared not arouse her desire again. She also cleaned my penis. Then, we lay on the bed for a short nap.
After the city lights came on, we went out onto the street and arrived at the hall where the Naxi ancient music was being performed. This performance was only for tourists; although not very traditional, it was still quite good. I was impressed by the composition of the band on stage, ranging from eighty-year-old elders to teenage girls. I didn't recognize all the instruments they played, but I did recognize a few. The band used ancient instruments such as the Sugudu, the curved-neck pipa, as well as bamboo flutes, large erhu, zhonghu, small jiaohu, sanxian, wooden fish, and many others I'd never seen before. The repertoire consisted of ancient Naxi music; you could call it harsh and discordant, or you could call it celestial music. Good or bad; understandable or not, the point is, coming to Lijiang and hearing the Naxi ancient music was a trip in itself. Even if you didn't understand, everyone listened attentively, pretending to be refined.
The most interesting part was near the end of the performance, when you could go on stage, change into their costumes, ask any musician for an instrument, and sit in the band pretending to be a novice. The young woman and I, of course, rushed up, changed costumes, played, took photos, and had a great time.
After the performance, we strolled around the night view briefly before returning to the hotel to rest.
I woke up in the middle of the night to find the young woman sleeping with her back to me, her plump buttocks pressed against my genitals. I heard my penis rubbing against her buttocks a few times, and my cock hardened. I didn't care about foreplay or lubrication anymore; I just kept thrusting my hips, my cock sliding around inside her, eventually finding its way in.
After a few thrusts, the woman woke up. "What are you doing, little brother? Taking advantage of me while I'm asleep
?"
"Haha, seeing you sleeping like that, I thought you were having a wet dream, and I wanted to make it a reality," I said. Anyway, during our trip, she was mine; I could fuck her however I wanted.
I kept thrusting my cock around her, and finally, my cock reached the entrance. I pushed hard, making the woman cry out, "Little brother, it's dry down there, it hurts!"
I didn't care. My glans rubbed against the vaginal opening little by little, slowly entering her vagina. As soon as it was inside, I thrust in with force.
The young woman cried out again, "Be gentle, little brother, you're too rough."
Little did she know that this was exactly the feeling I wanted. Inserting my penis into her dry vagina, it felt incredibly tight; the sensation was truly extraordinary.
I began to gently thrust in and out, and after a few strokes, her vagina became wet, and the opening was moist. I then began to slowly thrust my hips. The young woman felt comfortable being penetrated, and she opened her legs, bending them to make it easier for me to thrust. I lifted her raised legs, flipped her over, and pressed myself against her, pressing down on her large breasts, and began to thrust.
The young woman was aroused by the penetration; she hugged me back, twisting her body upwards with force. At the height of our passion, we rolled around on the bed, fucking each other. The bed wasn't very big, so we rolled over and back again, thrusting as we rolled, and in no time, we were both drenched in sweat.
After about twenty minutes of this, I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I lifted the young woman's legs, hoisted them onto my shoulders, knelt on the bed, and thrust in and out seventy or eighty times. Amidst the young woman's screams, I ejaculated streams of semen into her beautiful vagina.
The young woman's moans and the creaking of the bed were a boon to the guests next door; if you want pleasure, you have to be less restrained. We were both exhausted and didn't even wash up before falling asleep.
Lijiang is a relaxing and romantic little city that makes people linger. The next day, we didn't go anywhere else, but continued to stroll around the old town to relax, which was also a day of rest to prepare for our trip to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain the next day.
(II) Jade Dragon Snow Mountain
Don't say that our trip was just about making love. I brought the young woman on this trip because I valued the fusion of feelings and experiences; otherwise, wouldn't it have been better if we had just rolled around in bed at home? We are also made of flesh and blood; even if we were made of iron, we couldn't twist a few nails. On our second day in Lijiang Old Town, feeling a bit empty after making love twice on the first day, we rested there, indulging in plenty of sleep and food to relax our bodies and minds in preparation for the rest of the journey. Being young and energetic, we recovered quickly, and besides, we hadn't overindulged. That evening, we were both full of energy and vitality.
The next morning, after breakfast, we went to the station, found a bus, and headed to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, a sacred place we had long yearned to visit.
The bus left Lijiang and drove towards Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. What a clear, azure sky! So high and distant, with only a few wisps of white clouds lingering above, making the sky even clearer. The sun hung high in the sky, appearing lonely.
The fields beside the road were covered with mature grasses and wildflowers, a vast expanse seemingly without end. The vastness of the sky and the expanse of the earth, the boundless expanse of the roadside scenery truly broadened our horizons.
The young woman nestled tenderly against me, while the bus radio played, "Yalaso, that's the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau..." The soaring song accompanied our excited hearts.
The passengers chattered excitedly, creating a lively atmosphere; they were all independent travelers like us. Amidst the noise, someone shouted, "Jade Dragon Snow Mountain! Look!"
The young woman and I simultaneously looked to the left of the window, and wow! For the first time, we saw Jade Dragon Snow Mountain in the distance. Caught off guard, we were truly stunned. Everyone on the bus looked out, and then fell silent. That snow mountain—words like majestic, tall, and towering simply cannot describe it.
The magnificent Jade Dragon Snow Mountain stands proudly and majestically in the distance, just standing there. Her lower body is strong and robust; her chest is covered in pure white snow; her head pierces the sky; and white clouds swirl around her neck, making it impossible to distinguish where mountain ends and cloud begins, where mountain ends and sky begins. It is the junction of heaven and earth, a ladder to paradise.
I truly don't know how to describe her—dangerous, wondrous, beautiful, and elegant; majestic and exquisite; shrouded in mist and clouds; a clear blue sky; crystalline peaks; a belt of clouds around her waist; snow-capped peaks shining brightly in the clouds; verdant hills below. No amount of words can fully capture her magnificence. A poet once wrote: "Clouds do not linger on the peaks, the ridges seem washed clean; jagged cliffs are like swords, as if cleaved by the wind. It is truly bitter that there is no life for ten thousand miles, unlike the vibrant land of the South. A cool stream leads me back to the human world, suddenly I awaken, startled—if only there were soil nearby, unexpectedly, fragrant grasses grow lush and green." Awe-inspiring, powerfully awe-inspiring.
The main peak of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, Shanzidou, is 5596 meters above sea level. Jade Dragon Snow Mountain is a sacred mountain in the hearts of the Naxi people and other ethnic groups in Lijiang. The Naxi people's guardian deity, "Sanduo," is the embodiment of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. When Kublai Khan, the Yuan Dynasty emperor, visited Lijiang, he bestowed upon Jade Dragon Snow Mountain the title "Great Sage Snow Stone Northern Peak Anbang Jingdi." Jade Dragon Snow Mountain captivates people with its enchanting scenery, mysterious legends, and its still unconquered virgin peak.
Looking around and reviewing my prepared geographical knowledge, our car arrived at the foot of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. The first attraction we visited was the White Water River. The riverbed and terraces are composed of white marble and limestone fragments, giving it a grayish-white appearance. The clear spring water flowing over the rocks also appears white, hence the name "White Water River." The water originates from glacial meltwater at an altitude of four to five thousand meters, crystal clear and unpolluted—a natural chilled beverage.
The most striking feature of the White Water River, in my opinion, is its layered travertine terraces, resembling the Five-Colored Pools of Huanglong Scenic Area in Sichuan, except the water here isn't multicolored. Naxi people were leading yaks, and you could ride them into the pools. The young woman and I each bravely ventured in for a ride and took photos. This activity was a bit risky, but not dangerous; I did see some tourists being thrown into the water by an angry yak.
The White Water River wasn't exactly a suitable place for us to make love; we originally planned to go up the mountain for some fun—that would be much more enjoyable. The young woman and I heard there were two routes up the mountain. The southern route went up to an altitude of over 4,000 meters, where you could ski. Come on, in that cold place, my penis would freeze off, making sex impossible. The other route was to the north, supposedly at an altitude of over 3,000 meters, through a primeval forest – that seemed like a better option. So we took a bus to the northern route.
We arrived at a cable car station, bought tickets, and waited in a long queue. Finally, we got into the ticket hall, where there were photos of Chairman Wan Li and Premier Zhu Rongji visiting Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. They said that when they arrived, the clouds on the summit had dispersed, allowing them to see the mountain's true beauty – truly, "When distinguished guests arrive, the snow mountain smiles." Looking up at the summit, we also saw the white snow-capped peak. Heh, were we distinguished guests too? A few wispy white clouds drifted across the mountaintop, sometimes opening, sometimes closing, occasionally revealing the snow-capped peaks. It was unclear whether gods or demons resided there; the introduction mentioned that eight or nine members of the joint Sino-Japanese mountaineering team perished there. To this day, Jade Dragon Snow Mountain remains a virgin peak, untouched by human hands. We
boarded an eight-seat cable car and began our descent towards Spruce Meadow. The spacious cable car glided slowly up the hillside, with dense forest below. Looking down into the forest, the trees were ancient and vigorous, their branches draped with filamentous tendrils. These epiphytic plants have extremely demanding environmental requirements; they can only grow in environments with suitable humidity and temperature, and free from pollution. This demonstrates the excellent climate and air quality of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain scenic area. After
a ten-minute cable car ride, we disembarked and walked along a boardwalk paved with wooden planks through the forest. At an altitude of 3,240 meters, some tourists bought oxygen bottles for ten yuan each.
"Young man, shall we buy oxygen too?" a young woman asked me.
"Look how lush the trees are here, it's a natural oxygen bar, why would we need to buy oxygen?" The person buying oxygen clearly didn't know what kind of environment was oxygen-deficient.
Not far along the wooden boardwalk, we arrived at a wide meadow—this was Spruce Meadow. This meadow, about half a square kilometer in size, was located on the northeast corner of the snow-capped mountain, overlooking the Fanzidou peak. The meadow was covered with low-lying grasses and wildflowers of unknown origin. Around the meadow, ancient trees reached for the sky; the towering spruce trees required several people to encircle them, their height estimated at tens of meters. Beneath their conical crowns were straight, thick trunks covered in moss. For thousands of years, they had stood proudly in this pristine environment. Rotten logs lay scattered throughout the forest; the largest fallen logs were several meters in diameter and seventy or eighty meters long. Dead branches and leaves, covered in moss, seemed undisturbed for centuries, like a natural paradise. Legend has it that if young lovers commit suicide at Spruce Meadow at the foot of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, their souls will enter the Third Kingdom of Jade Dragon and attain eternal happiness.
Walking along the boardwalk surrounding the meadow, I put my arm around the young woman, occasionally patting her bottom, and secretly kneading her breasts when no one was looking; her face flushed. In
the center of the meadow was a large wooden platform where Naxi women, young to middle-aged, held hands, forming a circle, singing and dancing. Their melodious songs and leisurely steps captivated the tourists. For just five yuan, you could join them, holding a Naxi girl's hand and dancing together.
"Sister, let's go and dance with them," I suggested.
"Let's go!" the young woman replied eagerly.
We joined the dancing group, unable to understand their lyrics or keep up with their rhythm, but sharing their joy. Faced with such a beautiful snowy landscape, a forest oxygen bar, moist air, and flowers everywhere, my heart was truly at ease, forgetting all worldly troubles. We danced around several large circles, feeling incredibly refreshed, and were drenched in sweat.
The young woman and I jumped out of the circle one after the other, taking some photos of each other. As we were leaving the circle, a Canadian couple with two children arrived. I asked to take a photo with them, and they readily agreed. During the photo, I deliberately stood next to the Canadian beauty, my hand resting on her firm, large breasts. The Canadian man, seeing me touching her breasts, grinned and made a face at me, then pulled the young woman close in retaliation.
After dancing, the young woman and I left the central area of the lawn.
"Sister, let's go into the woods and find a good place to rest," I said to the young woman, seeing that this was a good spot for our theme.
"I know what you're thinking, let's go then, this is a good place, I want to rest too."
Sex is truly a wonderful activity that both men and women enjoy.
After observing the surrounding terrain, we decided to head north into the forest, where it looked more secluded, with taller ancient trees. I took the young woman's hand and entered the primeval forest, heading north. Entering the forest, it immediately became cool and refreshing, filled with a thick, intoxicating oxygen. We marveled at the towering trees; I imagined the oldest were well over two thousand years old. Elsewhere, ancient trees are labeled with their age, but here they weren't, because ancient trees were everywhere—there were simply too many. Perhaps due to the absolute dominance of sunlight and nutrients by these ancient trees, or perhaps due to the high-altitude climate, there were few shrubs beneath them, only moss covering the ground, soft, smooth, and springy underfoot.
In the jungle, the young woman and I walked across a small hill, thinking it would lead to a nice spot. But upon descending, we found a natural toilet at the bottom. There wasn't much excrement, mostly women's sanitary napkins and toilet paper. I observed carefully; there were no condoms. This was a common spot for tourists to relieve themselves, not far from the lawn—not a suitable place for a romantic encounter with a young woman.
We continued deeper into the woods, walking over a hundred meters until we came across a thick, long, dead tree lying across the ground. We climbed over it; behind this fallen tree, we could barely see outside – an ideal spot. But looking north, about a hundred meters away, there was an even larger dead tree lying on the ground. Wouldn't that be safer? This one could serve as our first line of defense. If anyone came, unless they were there for some kind of illicit affair like us, they'd be crazy.
I flirted with the young woman as we walked towards the larger tree.
Although I was fondling her buttocks, genitals, and breasts, she still feigned innocence, saying, "You little rascal, what's the rush? I'll let you have your fill later!"
I didn't care what she said, stopping and starting as we walked, embracing her and nibbling at her. She said she wasn't in a hurry, but her hands and mouth responded with touches and licks.
As we continued flirting, we reached the second large tree. I helped the young woman climb over it – what a thick tree!
"Sister, wouldn't it feel so good to have such a thick cock inside a woman's cunt?"
"Are you crazy? Who could handle something that thick? Besides, what woman has such a big cunt
?" The young woman laughed at my silly question.
We put down the large log and our bundles. I took out my large canvas and spread it on the soft moss.
The young woman hurriedly came up to me and stroked my already erect cock through my pants. I pulled her head close, our tongues intertwining. I loosened my belt, pulled out my cock, and pressed the young woman's head down, making her squat. I rubbed my cock against her eyes, face, and lips for a while. The glans parted her labia like it was stroking her vulva. The young woman closed her eyes and opened her mouth, as if waiting for a delicious meal. My cock slid into her mouth, the warmth instantly making me feel incredibly good. Her tongue immediately enveloped it, licking and caressing.
I began thrusting, and when I felt she was sufficiently wet and her mouth had adjusted, I slowly pushed the penis towards her throat. The young woman moved her head back and forth, opening her eyes and gazing at me lustfully. Watching my large penis go in and out of her cherry-like mouth, my penis swelled even harder and firmer. Feeling my penis throbbing intensely, the young woman grasped it with both hands, even cupping and kneading my testicles. She released my penis from her mouth, her lips circling and nibbling at the pubic hair at the base of my penis, making it even hotter and more unbearable.
The young woman stood up and reached for her belt; it seemed her vagina was also itching for penetration. I stopped her from unbuckling her belt, and she looked at me, somewhat puzzled. I helped her towards the fallen tree, having her hold onto it with both hands, facing us, her buttocks sticking out towards me. Then, I unbuckled her belt, pulling her jeans and underwear down to her knees, revealing her plump, white buttocks and her wet, fleshy vulva from behind. Vaginal fluid seeped from her vagina, which was tightly gripped by her buttocks, making my mouth water.
I held my large penis, brought it close to her vulva, first thrusting a few times into her labia, then rubbing it against the vaginal opening, before impatiently thrusting it in.
"Oh, it feels so good, sister, I'm fucking your vulva to death! Your vulva is so plump, so thin, so beautiful, so comfortable!" I exclaimed.
"Mmm, it feels so good, your big penis makes my vulva feel so full!" The young woman was enjoying it just as much.
Once inside, I thrust and pounded like a starving man, while the young woman, equally hungry, twisted her large, white buttocks in perfect harmony.
The vast forest, primitive and ancient, was utterly silent. A pair of primitive people, indulging in lovemaking, returned to a primal state, their minds and bodies relaxed, without any restraint.
"Slap slap slap slap slap!" I thrust continuously, combining nine shallow thrusts with one deep one, shouting, "Sister, you are my dear sister, fucking my dear sister's little cunt, it feels so good! My dear sister's little cunt is so satisfying, is it good for little brother to fuck you?" I was fucking so hard that I was talking nonsense.
"Ah, umm, it feels so good! So satisfying! My cunt is so itch-relieving! So thirst-quenching! Oh, good, good, little brother's fucking of sister is so good!" The young woman also returned to her natural state.
"Slap!", "Slap slap!", "Plop!", "Plop plop!", "Pfft! Pfft!", my big cock pressed her big buttocks down several times, the glans reaching deep into her vagina, touching her hard cervix a few times.
"Ouch! Oh my god! You're fucking my clitoris so hard! It hurts, it hurts so much from your fucking!" The young woman cried out in pain and pleasure as her clitoris was being fucked.
"It hurts, sister, does it hurt? Is it good? Do you want me to fuck your clitoris again?" I knew that women enjoyed being fucked, even though it hurt, so I thrust twice more.
"Mmm, oh my god, it hurts, just a couple less times, just a couple more times!" She emphasized, her voice a mixture of wanting to enjoy it but also being afraid of getting burned.
I thrust twice more, my glans hitting something hard, like it was going to penetrate her cervix. Those two thrusts were quite forceful.
"Oh my god! Oh! You bastard, you're fucking me to death! Stop! I give up, I can't take it anymore! Ouch, it hurts!" The young woman was truly overwhelmed by the penetration; after the pain came an orgasm.
I began to thrust gently, making her straighten up, and then reached out from behind to grab her breasts and gently stroke them to soothe her sore clitoris.
"Sister, touch your clitoris, and press my penis with your fingers in the cleft of your labia."
The young woman obeyed, and her delicate hands began to touch her clitoris and clitoral hood, occasionally pressing my penis down in the cleft of her vagina.
"Sister, was it good or bad when I fucked your clitoris just now?" I asked her when I saw she was no longer in pain.
"You little slut, you fucked my clitoris so well it was both good and painful, it was that feeling of both pleasure and desire
." What the young woman said was probably her true feeling; women are like that, they are afraid of pain, yet they want to be fucked hard and enjoy it.
Actually, when women have sex, I like to start by gently stimulating her, fucking her, and then thrusting into her violently when she's close to orgasm. The young woman's masturbation, combined with my gentle thrusting, caused her vaginal fluids to gush out, wetting her entire buttocks and my genitals.
"Sis, I'm about to make you orgasm, my cock is tingling, it's coming, should we wait a bit?" In this tranquil, primitive environment, it would be a pity not to reach orgasm together with her, I asked her.
"Go ahead and fuck me, I can climax anytime. I was really pent up from those few thrusts you gave me."
The young woman said this, so I pulled my hands away from her breasts, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back away from the fallen tree. My penis pressed against her, and I started walking forward on the mossy ground, pushing her along. She was arched over, and as we walked, I thrust into her faster and faster.
"Sister, is this fucking good?"
"Yes, it's great. You're such a pervert, you can think of all sorts of positions."
"Sister, this is called 'Old Man Plowing the Field with an Ox.'"
I held the young woman's buttocks, walking and fucking her on the mossy ground. Her juices flowed down my penis from her plump pussy. I thrust faster and faster, more and more skillfully. When I thrust deeper, the young woman walked faster; when I thrust shallower, she walked slower. She was finding the feeling of being fucked to suit her best.
I kept thrusting and walking, and then the young woman stopped.
"Sister, why did you stop? Are you tired?" I asked.
"Little brother, I'm about to come, go ahead and ejaculate."
The young woman reached her climax, and I stopped moving. I felt her vagina begin to tremble, tightly gripping my penis with each thrust. Without hesitation, I began to thrust forcefully and rapidly. "Fuck, sister, I'm going to fuck you to death! Fuck your little cunt raw! Ahhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you to death! Fuck my dear sister's little cunt to death!" In the vast, primeval forest, I shouted with abandon, thrusting without restraint.
"Oh, I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! It's coming, it's coming, it's coming! Hurry, hurry, cum, hurry!" the young woman cried out, her vagina throbbing, gripping my penis even tighter. I felt a surge of heat pour onto my glans with each throbbing.
My penis tingled and throbbed, growing thicker and thicker, a stream of fire erupting from the base of my penis, puff, puff! With each thrust of my penis, gushing semen shot into the young woman's still rhythmically clenching, plump vagina.
"Oh! Sister, oh, that was so good!" I muttered weakly to myself.
"Oh, good, good fucking, so comfortable!" The young woman was also too weak to say anything more.
This ejaculation was the most intense and satisfying, both of us reaching a wonderful peak simultaneously, like climbing a steep fan to the summit of Jade Dragon Peak, enjoying the boundless scenery. Both the young woman and I were completely satisfied.
After ejaculating, we stood there for a while, until my penis softened slightly, then the young woman and I lay down on the canvas, embracing each other, kissing, and closing our eyes. I couldn't say whether we were resting or taking a nap, but who cared? This primeval forest was so quiet, we didn't have to worry about being disturbed. We could sleep when we wanted, and be intimate when we didn't. The calm after a sexual storm is always so warm and sweet; it's an ultimate happiness, a time when you care about nothing, disregard everything, casting aside all worldly worries and troubles. To have such a moment in life is worthwhile.
The young woman and I lay there, half-asleep, half-awake, enjoying the comfort, able to rest and relax. Lying under a tall, ancient tree, watching the sunlight stream through the gaps in the canopy, we felt utterly content. A gentle, warm breeze caressed us, and the occasional unknown bird flitting among the branches added to the tranquility. We could hear each other's heartbeats. The young woman's breasts rose and fell with her breath, her full breasts even more rosy and tender after her orgasm. In the triangular patch of her pubic hair, her vulva was still exposed to a beam of sunlight, her vaginal fluids glistening softly.
Wasn't this a fairytale wonderland? Wasn't this Snow White from my dreams? Before, these things existed only in books, in dreams, and in my imagination. Today, at this very moment, they have become reality. What a beautiful young woman, what a beautiful body, what a beautiful cunt! Those beautiful breasts, I can eat them as I please; that beautiful cunt, I can fuck it as I please. What more could a man ask for?
Admiring the beauty with her eyes closed in repose, I unconsciously unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. A pair of fleshy, beautiful breasts bounced out, and I couldn't resist leaning over and grabbing them, sucking on them. My tongue lightly licked and traced around her areolas, my lips pinching her nipples, wanting to bite but unwilling to. The young woman still kept her eyes closed, enjoying the moment. She was probably fantasizing about the prince's tenderness towards the princess.
My tongue licked down her jade-like body, reaching her cunt. Semen was still slowly flowing from her cunt, and a large puddle of semen and vaginal fluid had already formed on the canvas under her cunt, emitting a fishy, human scent. Looking at her beautiful body and cunt, my penis became hard again. I took off the young woman's pants and underwear. Her entire body was exposed on the canvas beneath the trees, like a perfect work of art, igniting my lust once more.
I stripped naked myself, bent down, and licked the young woman's vulva with my tongue. I didn't mind her vaginal fluids, nor my own semen; my mouth was a mixture of semen and vaginal fluids, like someone eating a large cream birthday cake. The young woman cooperated, opening her legs and spreading them wide. I inserted two fingers into her overflowing vulva—slippery, slippery, just slippery! My fingers teased her vulva, my tongue licked her clitoris and clitoral hood, and my lips gripped her labia majora and minora. As I teased her, her vaginal fluids flowed even more abundantly, her vulva twisting with my teasing, two small streams of water shooting out from her vulva—a small squirt, perhaps? But it was more like a flow than a spray.
Stimulating the young woman, my penis was as hard as a steel rod. Without a word, I climbed on top of the young woman, my tongue darting into her mouth, my chest pressing against her large breasts. My penis jabbed a few times at the entrance of her vagina before finding it, and with a "slip," it easily slid into her wet, slippery cunt.
The young woman reciprocated, kissing me, biting me, hugging me, squeezing me, and rubbing against me. We rolled around on the canvas, thrusting, moaning, and whispering lewd words. Several times, we rolled out, our bodies tumbling and fucking on the damp, cool moss-covered ground, not caring at all. Our bodies were covered in mud and moss, but we didn't mind; we actually enjoyed this primal, wild lovemaking.
I won't go into the details. This time, we weren't in a rush. We wanted to savor the experience of fucking in the primeval forest of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. We leisurely fucked for over an hour, trying many different positions. Finally, when we were both exhausted and completely satisfied, she squeezed my penis tightly, and I gave it my all in one last burst of passion. We held each other tightly and ejaculated, reaching another climax together. After the climax, we were completely limp, too weak to say anything sweet. In a state of immense satisfaction and contentment, we fell into a deep, beautiful sleep.
The sunlight had shifted from direct midday rays to a 45-degree angle, and it was already late afternoon. The young woman and I opened our sleepy eyes and looked at each other silently. We got up, took out a roll of toilet paper, and wiped each other's vaginas and penises. After cleaning, we put on our clothes. Without needing to say anything, we hugged and kissed, expressing our gratitude and celebration for the wonderful fucking we had given each other. We packed our bags and began our descent.
The sky had become cloudy, and the summit of Jade Dragon Peak was hidden in the mist, its face obscured. The clouds parted and parted, revealing the vast, verdant mountaintop in and out of sight; nothing escaped its gaze. Was it mocking our mortal love in the forest?
After getting off the cable car, we took a bus back to Lijiang Old Town, feeling quite exhausted. We planned to rest for another day in this romantic city before starting our next destination.
(III) Guanyin Gorge
That afternoon, we returned to Lijiang Old Town, ate dinner, and had a good night's sleep. That evening and the next day, we explored every street and shop in the old town, buying some small souvenirs and experiencing the leisurely life of the locals – a relaxing vacation for us.
Tired from walking, we returned to the hotel and lay naked on the bed. Although we masturbated and touched each other's vaginas, we didn't actually have sex – a way of cultivating our virginity for better fun the next day.
We took out a Lijiang tourist map and carefully studied the tourist attractions near Lijiang. Further afield, we could go to Shangri-La or Tiger Leaping Gorge. Since our next stop is Xishuangbanna, we reluctantly had to skip those two. Nearby attractions include Yushui Village and Guanyin Gorge. According to the descriptions, Yushui Village didn't seem particularly appealing, but Guanyin Gorge, with its high-altitude waterfalls and Dongba script walls, was a thriving part of the Ancient Tea Horse Road. We decided to go there the next day.
That night, we lay naked in bed watching TV, caressing each other. Suddenly, the young woman helped me sit on top of her. Damn! She had a very high sex drive; I really didn't want her to drain me.
"Sister, just have some fun, enjoy yourself, but don't make me ejaculate. It'll be a shame if I can't ejaculate at the scenic spot tomorrow." I wasn't going to indulge myself; the journey was tiring, and further indulgence would be harmful to both my body and mind.
"Don't worry about me, little brother, I'll do it myself. My pussy is so itchy, I love having your big cock inside me."
I focused all my attention on the TV show. The young woman squatted on top of me, thrusting in and out of me. As she did it, she started moaning and groaning. Maybe she could find her excitement better by doing it herself. After a while, she was lying on top of me, her pussy gripping my cock tightly, and she had an orgasm.
She slumped down, exhausted. I patted her breasts. "You greedy sister, how come your desires are so strong? Tired? Let's see if you're still craving it." I said, half-pitying and half-mocking.
"I just want to play, and you're making fun of me." The young woman pinched me and acted coquettishly. "If I had known you would say that, I would have made you ejaculate, and you would have behaved."
"No, sister, please spare me today, let's wash up and go to sleep."
Nothing more was said that night. The next morning, we took a car to Guanyin Gorge. In less than half an hour, we arrived at our destination.
Guanyin Gorge Scenic Area is located in Qihe Township, 17 kilometers southeast of Lijiang City. Covering an area of more than 10 square kilometers, it is a comprehensive scenic area integrating natural landscapes such as mountains, lakes, canyons, waterfalls, and forests, as well as cultural landscapes such as Naxi villages, the Tea Horse Road, folk customs, religious temples, and historical sites. The scenic area consists of two major attractions, Huanglongtan and Guanyin Gorge, which are connected by a 385-meter tunnel and run by an electric mini-train.
"The ancient Tea Horse Road stretches far and wide, a testament to the enduring bond between Yunnan and Tibet." Upon entering the scenic area, the first thing you see is the "Ancient Tea Horse Road." This road was a vital trade route primarily using caravans. Walking along the ancient Tea Horse Road evokes images of the caravans' former glory… Today, many old workshops and shops still dot the street, including carpentry, leatherwork, coppersmithing, silversmithing, inns, taverns, and general stores. These shops not only operate normally but also provide a platform for tourists to experience the original ethnic culture. Many more shops still sell food and tourist souvenirs, such as works displaying Dongba script, wood carvings, wood sculptures, root carvings, embroidery, calligraphy, and paintings.
Here you can also see Dongba script walls, murals, and unique totem poles. Dongba script is a script used by the Naxi people of China, primarily a pictographic script. Totems are images of natural objects used by people in primitive societies as their guardian deities and symbols. Besides lions and tigers, the Naxi people also use frogs as totems, naturally evoking legends of humans and gods.
Further on, you'll see the Tianxiang Pagoda, a unique Naxi people's altar for worshipping heaven, built by stacking and gluing small stones one by one; the Xia Ke Pavilion, where Xu Xiake once stayed; and the Tibetan Cultural Institute, imbued with a strong religious atmosphere… After passing through the bustling streets, the greenery gradually deepens, a mix of emerald and dark green,
with wildflowers filling the air with fragrance; weeping willows are reflected in the tranquil lake, where the sky and water merge into one vast expanse of blue. The antique-style Yunnan-Tibet Tea House sits amidst the green bamboo and willows, standing out prominently against the backdrop of the lake. Passing through a dense bamboo forest, you'll reach a 385-meter-long mountain tunnel, which we traverse by electric train. "Mountains and rivers seem to block the way, but then a village appears amidst willows and flowers." "The moon in the pool doesn't drift away with the flowing water, but the gorge wind comes with the tide of people." After passing through the tunnel, a hundred meters further on is the entrance to Guanyin Gorge, where a stone tablet stands prominently inscribed: "Lijiang Guanyin Gorge." The gorge is serene, with towering peaks, and the sound of water gradually fills the air. Rounding the mountain peak, a waterfall cascaded down, its rapids swift as arrows, truly possessing the grandeur of a silver river falling from the heavens. This was the Guanyin Waterfall in Lijiang. In a nearby cave, there was a standing statue of Guanyin, no wonder it's called Guanyin Gorge.
What a magnificent Guanyin Waterfall! A white ribbon plunged down from the mountaintop, thunderous and unstoppable. Standing on the viewing platform, the mist soaked our hair and clothes, radiating a chill. We quickly retreated from the platform; a mountain breeze from the gorge dried us off in no time.
I whispered to the young woman, "If I could go behind the waterfall and have sex, I'd be like a fairy in a water curtain cave, too bad I can't."
"Hehe, even if you could, you could perform there, with so many people watching," the young woman said, even more humorous than I was.
"We can't come all this way for nothing, even if we can't be gods, being a mountain demon and having some fun is still enjoyable." I looked around. There weren't many tourists, and the canyon was full of large rocks. Around a small bend ahead was a large rock, several meters high, behind which was a hiding place.
"Sis, how about we go behind that big rock?" I asked for her opinion.
"Okay, let's get it over with quickly." The young woman also felt the environment wasn't satisfactory.
The young woman and I walked behind the big rock. Fortunately, the rock was on the hillside, a certain distance from the road, safe enough. The sides and back of the rock were surrounded by dense forest, so there were no worries about our safety.
We put down our bags. "Sis, let's not take off our pants, let's just fuck from behind."
Saying that, I had the young woman unzip her pants, exposing her buttocks, and bend over while holding onto the rock.
This occasion wasn't suitable for foreplay, so I also unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down to my knees. Holding my hard penis, I thrust it straight into the young woman's vagina. The young woman's genitals were dry, her labia minora stuck together, and her vaginal opening tightly shut.
I held my penis, rubbing the glans against her vaginal opening, trying to insert it a few times, but it felt like trying to make a hole in her skin; I couldn't get it in. I tried to force it in a couple more times, but still no luck.
"Little brother, your vagina is too dry, it hurts!" the young woman warned me.
It seemed that forcing it wouldn't work, so I dipped my hand in saliva and smeared it on her vaginal opening to lubricate it, then used my fingers to pry open the vaginal opening. Then, I smeared some more saliva on the glans, lubricating it as well. I brought the glans close to her vaginal opening again, and with a push, it slid in completely. I tried to insert it further, but the vagina was still somewhat dry, and the friction caused the flesh inside to bunch up, preventing my penis from penetrating any deeper. So I used a strategy of retreating one centimeter and advancing two centimeters at a time. And so, with a few quick thrusts and backs, my entire large penis was inside her vagina. Actually, this dry vagina felt even better; there was a tight, enveloping feeling, a wonderful sensation of being gripped by her cunt. Since
thrusting was difficult, I twisted my hips, letting my penis rotate inside the woman's vagina. After a while, her vagina became increasingly wet, lubricated, and I began to thrust. It was so satisfying! The feeling of being able to thrust in smoothly, without any obstruction, was like a long-awaited rain after a drought for both of us. As
I thrust, the woman's emotions were aroused, and she began to move her hips in sync with my thrusts. We'd done this so many times; her hip movements during thrusting were perfectly synchronized. It was incredibly pleasurable, but behind the rock, facing the rock, I felt a sense of suffocation. We continued fucking as we moved north towards the rocks. Reaching the edge, the Guanyin Waterfall peeked out from between the pine branches. The magnificent sight of a silver ribbon cascading down from the mountaintop instantly broadened our horizons. With a roar, I fucked even harder, and the young woman began to moan softly. Looking up slightly, we could see tourists watching the waterfall from the viewing platform. Some were gesturing, others were busy taking pictures. Even if someone occasionally glanced in our direction, they would never see us fucking behind the rocks in the woods while enjoying the view. Although we wouldn't be discovered, secretly fucking in front of others still made me feel both excited and nervous. The young woman, bent over being fucked, probably didn't notice. After
several hundred thrusts, I wanted to finish quickly, but perhaps because of the low temperature, or perhaps because I was nervous facing the tourists in the distance, the more I wanted to ejaculate, the less I felt the urge. I thrust faster and harder. It's strange today. Even after so many thrusts and so much fucking, I don't feel like ejaculating. Is it because of practicing my virginity with the woman in bed yesterday?
"Sister, I feel like I'm going to ejaculate, but I don't feel it. I haven't fucked you for a day and a half, I should be able to ejaculate quickly, right?" I asked the woman, puzzled.
"Little brother, are you nervous? Let me help you," the woman said, making me sit on the bag. She thrust her hips forward and gave me a reverse lotus position, her big white buttocks clamping her vagina, instantly landing on my penis.
After sitting on me, the woman tightly gripped my penis with her vagina and started rotating her hips, teasing me with her mouth, "Big-dicked little brother, look how your little vagina is squeezing your penis until it's oozing pus!" The woman rotated her hips while moving her hips up and down.
"How is it? Little brother, is your penis itchy from being squeezed?" the woman teased me.
"Good cunt, your beautiful cunt feels so good being squeezed by your little brother," I praised.
Normally, this squeezing and teasing would have made me ejaculate after a couple of times. But today was strange; I still couldn't ejaculate. Including the time I was being fucked from behind and the woman's sitting teasing, it had been over twenty minutes, and I still couldn't ejaculate. The more I wanted to, the harder it was.
"Hehe, amazing! Did you take Viagra today, little brother?" the woman said, her tone a mix of doubt and admiration. Then she added, "Looks like I'll have to use some tricks on you. I'll have to open the floodgates for you."
With that, she lifted her buttocks and pulled my penis out of her cunt. She turned around, squatted between my legs, and without a word, took my penis into her mouth, her tongue circling and licking the glans. At the same time, her hands cupped my testicles, lifting and releasing them repeatedly. She rhythmically rubbed my testicles, her cherry-like mouth revealing the glans, her tongue beginning to lick down the erect shaft, reaching the base and then back up, repeating this several times. After finishing the shaft, her tongue moved down to my testicles, while her small hands moved to my penis and began to stroke it. She stroked and licked simultaneously, her smooth hands providing a firm grip, her fragrant tongue making my testicles feel hot and numb.
With the young woman's licking and stroking, I gradually felt my testicles heat up, my penis itch, and the urge and energy to ejaculate gradually...

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