Ah Bin 48 Penghu Bay

Ah-Bin (48) Penghu Bay
Creator: ben
Completion Date: 1999.03.24 (Taiwan)
Ah-Bin accompanied Yu-Hui back to school to meet up with her classmates. Their main destination for this graduation trip was Penghu
, with about thirty people participating. When Yu-Hui and Ah-Bin arrived at the school gate square, they couldn't help but put on a show of reluctance to part.
Wen-Qiang and his friends came over to cause trouble, trying to break up the couple. Ah-Bin could only smile and say goodbye to Yu-Hui before going home.
The itinerary for the next few days was arranged by a travel agency, and Wen-Qiang was
responsible . It was a small travel agency that usually only handled senior citizen groups or pilgrimage groups. Since the company was small,
the prices were naturally cheaper, which was why Wen-Qiang approached them.
The person who contacted Wen-Qiang was a Ms. Zhong, whose business card title was "Business Manager Zhong Shu-Xia". Wen-Qiang
knew that she was actually the boss's wife, so he pressured her on the budget, trying to get an ideal price.
Miss Zhong was no ordinary saleswoman. Although she was over thirty, she
was strikingly beautiful and always dressed stylishly and elegantly. Whenever Wenqiang came to their company to discuss his schedule
, they would sit in the office cubicle. While discussing business, Miss Zhong would flirt and giggle, acting coquettishly
, occasionally pinching Wenqiang's hand or touching his knee. Wenqiang, at best a naive
student, was no match for her charms. On one occasion, when she bent down to pour tea for Wenqiang, he
caught a glimpse of her pink breasts through her wide neckline, plump and prominent under a half-cup bra, leaving
him dizzy .
Fortunately, after several negotiations, Miss Zhong proved to be both skillful and shrewd in business, successfully
planning a satisfactory itinerary and price for Wenqiang, and they also became quite familiar with each other.
Summer vacation is peak season for tourism on the island. During the same period, this travel agency received six or seven
bookings . Originally, Wenqiang and his group's itinerary was planned to be led by the boss, Ms. Zhong's husband. However
, a new case involving a group to the east coast suddenly came up, and the other tour guides were already reassigned.
Ms. Zhong thought that for such a small student group, she might as well lead it herself!
This travel agency was co-owned by her husband and her brother-in-law. Small businesses naturally have to handle everything themselves. For example, her
brother-in-law was leading another group of 500 elementary school students to the south, and his wife was leading another group to Penghu, which
had already departed a day earlier. She usually did sales, so she had the least experience leading tours, making her the most
suitable .
When Ms. Zhong appeared at the school gate on the tour bus, it was quite unexpected for Wenqiang. Upon asking,
he learned she was leading the tour, and he became very happy. Having a beautiful woman by his side was always better than a smelly man. He then gathered a few of
the project's executives and briefly discussed some important points with Ms. Zhong. They will fly across the sea,
stay in Penghu for four days and three nights, then take a ferry to Kaohsiung, where they will transfer to a tour bus to visit several amusement parks along the way before returning to
Taipei and disbanding.
Once everyone has arrived, they board the tour bus to Songshan Airport, wait for their flight, and board. After a 50-minute
flight , they land at Magong Airport around noon. Ms. Chung had arranged for two minibuses to pick them up and take
them directly to their hotel. After everyone settled into their rooms and put away their luggage, they went to a restaurant across the street for lunch.
The afternoon's itinerary included a road trip around the island to various attractions. The sun was strong, and everyone dressed simply in
t-shirts, shorts, and straw hats. Only Ms. Chung was dressed like a sophisticated urban woman in a spaghetti-strap fitted top and a ruffled skirt,
holding a delicate floral parasol as she led everyone along the way, introducing the local culture, scenery, and historical sites.
The scorching sun made everyone dizzy, but fortunately, the young people were full of energy. Miss Zhong, however,
couldn't stand it. When the train stopped at Whale Cave, she pointed everyone towards the sea, while she stayed far away in
the shade of a tree beside the train, avoiding the waves of heat.
Yu Hui and a group of classmates jumped around on the rocks of various sizes, getting close enough for the waves to crash .
Their first priority, of course, was to take pictures, and then everyone scattered into small groups
.
Yu Hui, Shu Hua, and Cindy naturally grouped together, playing in the water with two or three boys in a small pool among the rocks
. Wen Qiang came over, but Yu Hui hadn't paid much attention to him since she found out about his strange relationship with Cindy. Feeling
awkward, Wen Qiang turned to talk to Shu Hua and the others.
Fatty Pig, with his sharp eyes, waded over and asked Yu Hui, "What's wrong? Weren't you and Wen Qiang
talking ?"
"Hmph, you stinky boys," Yu Hui said with a disdainful look, "You're all the same, stinky boys."
"Huh? What does this have to do with me?"
Fatty Pig looked innocent. Seeing Yu Hui's listless expression, he said, "Look, there's a fish by your feet!"
"Really? Where?" Yu Hui looked down.
"There! There!"
"No! I can't see it!" Yu Hui bent down.
"Here it is! Hey!" Fatty Pig splashed his feet out of the water. Yu Hui's face was very low. He pinched
Yu Hui's nose with his toes and laughed, "Hey! Salted fish!"
He laughed loudly and immediately turned and ran away. Yu Hui was so angry that she screamed. She couldn't catch up with him, so she directly splashed
seawater at him. Fatty Pig fled in a mess to a crowded place. Yu Hui continued to splash him. Everyone was
stunned when they were suddenly attacked by seawater. They immediately got up and fought back. In an instant, water splashed everywhere. Before they could figure out who the enemy was, they were already
splashing each other so much that it was dark.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Fatty Pig slipped away and sat atop a nearby rock, watching from the sidelines. Yu Hui, Shu Hua, and
Cindy , for reasons unknown, suddenly became the targets of everyone's attack, getting soaked to the bone. Their t-shirts clung
to their bodies; Cindy's brown t-shirt was alright, merely highlighting her curves. Yu Hui and Shu Hua's white
t-shirts, however, clung to their skin almost transparently, clearly showing their bras. Their ample busts swayed all over,
arousing lust—no wonder the boys were relentlessly splashing water on them.
Shu Hua noticed first, pulling Yu Hui away. She whispered a few words to Yu Hui, who
glanced down and, sure enough, saw her exposed breasts. Blushing, she and Shu Hua left the fray hand-in-hand, walking towards the shore
. Fatty Pig was right there, grinning foolishly at their chests.
"What are you looking at?" Shu Hua said, arms crossed.
Only Yu-hui knew that he was the one who started it all. She was so angry that she kicked a bunch of water at him. The fat pig didn't flinch and let
the seawater splash over his head. Yu-hui saw that his head and face were covered in water and couldn't help but laugh. The fat pig took
off his t-shirt and let Yu-hui hold it to cover her chest. He was left with only a vest and underwear.
"Oh..." Shuhua said, "You guys are up to something, you fatso! Why are you so nice to Yuhui? What about me
?"
"It's okay for you," Fatty said, "We're classmates, so I'll share some with everyone. It's good to keep the good stuff in the family."
Shuhua grabbed his ear in exasperation, and the three of them burst into laughter.
Wenqiang watched Yuhui from afar, feeling a little lonely. Cindy was still playing in the pond.
With nothing to do turned and went back to the shore. There was still half an hour before the meeting.
He decided to go back to the bus first. He picked up his cloth shoes and trudged uphill to the bus. He heard someone behind him say, "Why are you back
?"
It was Miss Zhong. He casually replied, "It's too hot."
"Yes," Miss Zhong said, "It's so hot! It's nice here, shady and breezy, much cooler."
So Wenqiang and Miss Zhong stood under the shade of a tree and chatted, gazing at the shimmering silver sea
. The two chatted and laughed, and the relaxed environment of their trip, unlike their business discussions in the office
, made them feel more at ease and closer.
Wenqiang looked at her bare shoulders and asked, "Aren't you afraid of getting a tan?"
He even touched her shoulder with his hand. Miss Zhong replied, "Yes, it hurts so much."
"Really? Let me see." Wenqiang seized the opportunity to touch her shoulder.
Miss Zhong, true to her flirtatious nature, giggled and returned the gesture, touching and pinching Wenqiang in return
, saying, "I've only ever heard of old cows eating young grass, never young grass eating old cows."
Her teasing left Wenqiang quite embarrassed. Although Miss Zhong was older than him and already married
, she was undeniably beautiful. Wen Qiang knew she had a slightly seductive air about her, and that touching her inappropriately seemed unladylike. It was actually
a habit he'd developed at work; he figured he
might as well take advantage of any opportunity, and since his classmates weren't around, no one would see. So, he made up excuses and started to tug at her arm and lean against her.
Miss Zhong had an elegant hairstyle, with sunglasses perched on top. Her eyebrows were finely drawn
and curved, her eyeshadow light, her eyelashes long, and her nose straight and high. Large, round white
earrings dangled from her earlobes, swaying gently incessantly. Her lips were most captivating, full and round,
glistening an oval face, a fair neck, and a tight orange-yellow top that reached just above her navel, highlighting her slender
waist. Her breasts, though not large, were firm and full. Her short skirt flowed in the wind,
revealing her incredibly alluring legs—long, smooth, and adorned with white sandals, giving her a light and charming appearance.
Wen Qiang couldn't help but exclaim that she was beautiful. Miss Zhong was naturally pleased, but she playfully accused him of
talking nonsense. Wen Qiang swore he was absolutely telling the truth, and Miss Zhong jokingly complimented him on his handsomeness, suggesting she become
his girlfriend. Wen Qiang, taking the bait seriously, pulled her hand and hooked it around his arm. Miss Zhong, half-jokingly, rested
her head on his shoulder, and they both laughed.
Wen Qiang, taking advantage of the situation, said that since she was his girlfriend, they should be more affectionate. He pretended to kiss
Miss Zhong, who laughed and dodged. Wen Qiang then said that she could kiss him instead. Miss Zhong, having seen many such situations, didn't take
this young man seriously and readily agreed. Wen Qiang turned his head to the side, waiting for her to kiss him. Miss Zhong
planned to lightly tap his cheek with her finger when her lips were close to his, pretending to have kissed him
. This was her specialty when she was with the old men, and it always made them smile and laugh for a long time.
Miss Zhong pouted her lips closer to Wen Qiang, but unexpectedly, he twisted his neck and gave her a firm kiss on the lips. He
also wrapped his arms around her waist and chuckled mischievously after succeeding. Miss Zhong realized she had been tricked
and struggled to break free from his embrace. Although she said it was a joke, she
couldn't help but blush as the boy flirted with her. Her heart was pounding wildly: "This boy is so strong! Being
held by him feels so...so...oh dear! What am I thinking?"
She pretended to be angry and shook off Wenqiang's hand. Wenqiang quickly pulled her back and coaxed her with sweet words. She
laughed and pushed against his chest, saying, "Handsome boy, don't do that."
Wenqiang let go of her, and the two of them couldn't hold each other's arms anymore, but they still stood very close. The sea breeze was strong
, constantly blowing up Miss Zhong's skirt. Miss Zhong's skirt was so short, and her thighs were so white. Wenqiang had already been
having all sorts of fantasies . As the skirt fluttered, Wenqiang's heart fluttered too.
Miss Zhong seemed to have been standing for a long time and her feet were a little sore. She turned her back and bent over, rubbing her ankle. Wenqiang's heart immediately started pounding
. As she bent over and her buttocks twitched, her short skirt rode up,
revealing her thighs and lower buttocks in a flash. Her thin, white panties clung to her buttocks,
vivid and alluring.
Wenqiang's eyes widened, his heart pounding as if it would leap out of his mouth. He pretended to squat down to
put on his shoes , stealing a glance at her. Good heavens, her buttocks were less than twenty centimeters from his eyes, her skin clear
and flawless, the rounded flesh, the curved buttocks, the diagonally overlapping seam of her panties,
meeting cleverly at the base of her buttocks, where a small bulge appeared. The soft, fleshy appearance was incredibly
realistic and tantalizing. Wenqiang's heart pounded even harder, his breathing became erratic, his mind went blank, and his penis throbbed
with erection.
Miss Zhong fiddled with her feet for a while, and Wen Qiang watched for a while as well. When she straightened up and returned, he
quickly stood up as well. Miss Zhong turned around and gave him a strange look, unaware that he had been peeping at her, and even laughed at his
clueless appearance .
Wen Qiang, suddenly seized by lust, said it was windy there and invited Miss Zhong to sit back in the car and talk. Miss Zhong
agreed and went with him to one of the minibuses. When boarding, Wen Qiang let Miss Zhong go first, and he
took the opportunity to peek up her skirt again from below. This time, her movement was different from when she was still;
her buttocks jiggled up and down, shifting and jostling. Although it was only a glimpse for a second or two, it was enough for Wen Qiang
to savor .
After boarding, they saw the driver with his feet on the steering wheel, fast asleep. The two didn't disturb him
, quietly walking to the back of the car and finding a seat side by side. At first, they chatted quite seriously, but as they
talked , Miss Zhong noticed that Wen Qiang's shifty eyes kept darting around her face. She felt awkward yet
secretly pleased. Wen Qiang was young, refined, and handsome—ugh, still looking! She was really annoyed.
"Why are you staring at me?" Miss Zhong said reproachfully.
"Because you're very pretty!" Wen Qiang said.
"Well… you can't keep staring at me!" she said.
"Huh…? Didn't you say you'd be my girlfriend?" Wen Qiang said, still looking directly at her.
"I...I..." Miss Zhong was flustered by his questioning and didn't know how to answer.
Wen Qiang and she were almost nose to nose. He stared intently at her, then suddenly pressed his lips to hers
. This time, unlike the previous light pecks, his soft kiss was deep and imprinted on her lips. Miss Zhong lost
her composure, letting him suckle her full lips again and again. Wen Qiang held her tightly with both hands, and her delicate body
swayed like a willow branch in his arms, breathing softly.
Wen Qiang's hands explored the gaps in her waist, touching her smooth skin, making Miss Zhong feel even more weak and itchy all over
. Wen Qiang kissed her snow-white neck down to her shoulders, gently nibbling at them. Miss Zhong said, "Ah!
No!", but her hands passionately wrapped around Wen Qiang's neck.
Wenqiang's hand moved upwards, and Miss Zhong was still murmuring "No," when Wenqiang had already climbed onto her
breasts , kneading them incessantly with his palms. Miss Zhong hummed "Mmm...mmm..." her eyes slowly closing, her lips
eagerly pressing against Wenqiang's again.
Their passion ignited, and Wenqiang's hand slipped under her clothes and into her tight-fitting shirt, pulling down
Miss Zhong's thin strapless bra and directly grasping her breasts, teasing her nipples incessantly. Miss Zhong
was slender all over, and this was probably where she had the most flesh; although it couldn't compare to the full breasts of someone like Yu Hui, it was still
quite substantial. Wenqiang cruelly ravaged her breasts, and Miss Zhong gritted her teeth, moaning softly.
"Hmm..."
The driver in the front seat suddenly stretched, startling both of them. They hurriedly straightened their clothes and sat up
straight. Fortunately, the driver didn't turn around. Miss Zhong gently pressed Wen Qiang's chest and whispered that he
should come to see her after dinner. Wen Qiang nodded. Miss Zhong then chuckled and groped his crotch, pinching his hard
member and softly cursing him as "you rascal," before standing up. The two got off the bus at different times. By then, the other students
were all returning to shore.
After a bit of noise, they continued on their way, arriving at Xitai Fort. Finally, they waited at Xiyu Lighthouse to watch
the sunset , but the summer days were long, and after sitting for half a day, everyone lost patience and boarded the bus to leave, returning to Magong.
Dinner was lively. It turned out that another group, led by Miss Zhong's aunt, had already returned from a day
trip to the outer islands and would be returning to Taiwan the next day. The two groups met in the restaurant, making it extremely crowded and
noisy. When Miss Zhong and her sister-in-law met, they naturally inquired about each other's experiences over the past two days and offered each other encouragement
. As is customary, they didn't sit with the tourists but dined with the driver and assistant tour guide.
After dinner, it was free time. Wenqiang and a few others went out. Magong City is only so big,
and they kept running into classmates, each carrying snacks like savory biscuits, peanut brittle, and dried grilled fish, eating as they walked – quite unseemly
. They encountered Shuhua and Cindy again, but Yuhui was nowhere to be seen. Wenqiang couldn't help but ask, and Shuhua said that Fatty
had somehow gotten a motorcycle and was going to Baisha to visit relatives, and Yuhui had gone with him.
Wenqiang felt a pang of sadness but didn't say anything. After wandering around for a while, they returned to the hotel, showered, changed
clothes , and, when no one was around, knocked on Miss Zhong's door.
Hotels usually offer special treatment to tour guides from travel agencies, providing complimentary accommodations and meals.
Ms. Zhong was staying in a charming honeymoon suite. She opened the door a crack, saw Wen Qiang, and then
unchained it, hiding behind the door to let him slip in.
Ms. Zhong had already changed into a sleeveless short dress. Romantic music played from the system speakers in the room.
Wen Qiang took her hand, pulled her closer, and embraced her. She lowered her head shyly. Wen Qiang led her in a dance-like motion,
twirling her to the bedside, where they both lay down.
Wen Qiang held her waist, and they sat together on the edge of the bed, showering her cheeks with kisses. Ms. Zhong
leaned against his shoulder, seemingly resisting but actually welcoming him. Wen Qiang slowly kissed her sensual lips; her lip gloss had been removed,
leaving only a light, fresh scent instead of the heavy makeup.
Wen Qiang licked her lips wetly. She opened her mouth impatiently, but Wen Qiang passed by without penetrating.
Growing impatient, she darted out with her tongue, entwining it with his for a while. Finally, she hugged him tightly, pressing
his face against hers in a deep kiss until they were both breathless, before finally releasing each other, panting.
"Don't take this seriously!" Miss Zhong said. "I'm already a mother."
"That makes you even more alluring!" Wen Qiang kissed her collar.
"Mmm...oh..." Miss Zhong moaned.
"I don't just want you as my girlfriend," Wen Qiang choked out, "I want you as my wife..."
"Oh...oh..."
Wen Qiang's left hand encircled her waist, while his right hand played with her breasts through her clothes. Miss Zhong couldn't help but recall
the passionate moments with her husband when they were young. It had been so long since she felt this excited. Her emotions
surged, and her private parts became moist.
Since helping her husband run the tourism business, she'd come into contact with all sorts of people. With her good looks and quick
wit, the company, though small, had been quite successful over the years. It was true that customers would often take advantage of
her , but she handled it all. Even if she made a slight sacrifice, her husband wouldn't be jealous for the sake of business.
But this boy today, barely twenty, still wet behind the ears, how could he be so easily aroused by her teasing, so
easily swayed by lust, engaging in such a messy affair, even considering betraying her husband?
"Ah! Have I already reached the age of lust? Husband..." Miss Zhong thought to herself. Her husband,
however, was on the other side of Taiwan, separated from her by mountains and sea.
"Oh well! Who knows if he's with some vixen right now? Everyone's having fun! Humph
!" she made up her own excuse.
Wen Qiang, however, had no such ulterior motives. He worked diligently, subtly unzipping the back of her dress. The fabric
loosened and fell forward, revealing a thin, light blue full-cup bra underneath, which pushed her
breasts high. The upper part was made of lace,
revealing . Wen Qiang held the outer edge of her breast, gently tracing it with his fingers. Miss Zhong, tickled,
swayed incessantly.
Wen Qiang lowered his head and kissed her full breasts, his left arm tightly holding her, almost breaking her waist.
His right hand, working in tandem, ripped off the bra, freeing Miss Zhong's left breast. The erect nipple barely
appeared before Wen Qiang snatched it into his mouth, sucking and licking it. Wen Qiang used his lips to pull the jujube-red bud
high, then let it bounce back, causing the entire breast to sway uncontrollably. He immediately took it into his mouth again
, sucking and releasing without stopping, making Miss Zhong feel extremely comfortable, her face full of a dazed and lost look.
Wen Qiang's right hand slid down Miss Zhong's body, gently caressing her thighs. Miss Zhong
felt as if body; nothing felt right. So when Wen Qiang pulled her legs down, leaving
her wide open, she had no chance to resist.
Miss Zhong's fair thighs were spread apart, and at the junction of her legs, a small piece of light blue cloth
covered a plump nipple. Occasionally, when her thighs closed, that little place bulged even more, utterly
tempting. Wen Qiang released his mouth, his left hand moving up to her armpit, continuing to fondle her breasts and nipples.
His right hand slipped under Miss Zhong's thigh, taking over her breast. He touched it; good heavens, it was plump and bouncy,
with a few drops of moisture seeping through the thin fabric. Wen Qiang rubbed the mound with his four fingertips, arousing boundless pleasure in
Miss Zhong She tilted her head back, opened her full, moist lips, and let out a low moan.
As Miss Zhong cried out, her hand explored between Wen Qiang's legs. She unzipped his pants,
reached into his pocket, and grabbed his restless penis.
Wen Qiang, as if playing a musical instrument, wantonly caressed Miss Zhong's private parts. Miss Zhong moaned softly with his touch, her juices flowing freely, making Wen Qiang's fingers sticky and wet
even through the fabric .
Wenqiang deliberately lingered on the slightly protruding point of her breast, and
rapidly and gently shook it, along with the indentation below it. His left hand, which was holding her breast, intensified the kneading of her nipple. Miss Zhong's whole body
stiffened and arched. Wenqiang didn't let her go, and trembled even more fiercely around the small bump. Miss Zhong
cried out "Ah!" Wenqiang felt a puff of hot, moist mist sprayed on his fingers. Looking down, he saw that Miss Zhong's lower body was dripping
wet, and even the sides of her thighs were wet and blurry. She had already had an orgasm.
Wen Qiang released her from her knees, and Miss Zhong lay weakly on the bed. Wen Qiang quickly stripped himself naked
, then stripped Miss Zhong naked as well. Before he could even see her clearly, Miss Zhong turned around shyly and
lay prone. Wen Qiang knelt behind her, lifting her buttocks so she was in a kneeling position with her legs spread and buttocks raised.
Miss Zhong hid her pretty face in her hands in embarrassment. Suddenly, a deadly tenderness came from her lower body. It turned out that Wen Qiang was
licking her genitals.
How could Miss Zhong not cry out? She groaned softly, her waist writhing, her buttocks raised
high so that Wen Qiang could penetrate deeper. Wen Qiang's tongue licked along her cleft, swallowing her juices
mouthful by mouthful. Sometimes he would tease her clitoris, sometimes he would probe into
her labia. Even worse, he kissed her perineum and licked her anus until she was almost out of her mind.
Wen Qiang practically buried his face between Miss Zhong's legs, his tongue probing faster and faster. Miss Zhong cried
out again, her buttocks trembling. With a "plop," hot, wet fluid sprayed all over Wen Qiang's face—she had come again.
Wen Qiang straightened his back and knelt closer to her body. Miss Zhong, still floating on clouds, hadn't recovered when a hard
force invaded her from behind. She let out a soft "ah," raised her face, and smiled lewdly, glancing
back at Wen Qiang, who had already begun thrusting in and out.
The young man had abundant energy, which manifested in his iron-hard erection. Miss Zhong felt
extremely pleasurable, something her husband hadn't shown in recent years. Wen Qiang held her buttocks and thrust rapidly. Although he wasn't
large, he relied on speed, making Miss Zhong sometimes tilt her head back and sometimes lower it, her beautiful hair flying wildly and
swaying in disarray, her moans continuous and intermittent.
"Oh...oh...so good...oh...so good..." Miss Zhong finally cried out, disregarding her shame.
"Do you want me to be your boyfriend?" Wen Qiang asked as he thrust.
"Yes...yes...you're so good...ah...ah..."
"Do you want me to be your husband?"
"Ah...ah...so good...good husband...ah...darling
...ah...my wife is dying of pleasure...ah...ah...you're so hard...ah...my wife is so...so good...ah...so good
...oh...oh...harder...ah...yes...yes...ah...ah..."
Wen Qiang thrust into her fiercely, venting his resentment at being neglected by Yu Hui into Miss Zhong's vagina.
Miss Zhong hadn't experienced such unrestrained sex in a long time, and she kept begging for mercy. Wenqiang's penis was hard and throbbing,
thrusting in and out of her vagina. Miss Zhong's vaginal opening spasmed, gripping his penis tightly and pleasurably. With each withdrawal,
the fleshy rings would swirl from the base to the glans. This was hardly the behavior of a mother; it was more like the lust of a young girl
! Wenqiang, having lost one thing, gained another, working up a sweat and his penis aching.
"Good man... um... please... let me rest for a bit... um... please... um
... um..." Miss Zhong pleaded pitifully.
Wenqiang thrust in and out another thirty or forty times before reluctantly pulling out. Miss Zhong immediately collapsed onto the bed
. Wenqiang took the opportunity to turn her over. She had no strength left to cover her private parts. Wenqiang touched her
lower abdomen and mons pubis, where only a few sparse, bald hairs remained.
"So cute!" Wenqiang said.
Miss Zhong opened her arms for Wen Qiang to hug her. Wen Qiang lay on top of her, and she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him.
Wen Qiang moved his hips to find the right position and thrust forward. Miss Zhong looked up and cried out softly, "Oh...oh...darling..."
and the two became one again.
This time, Wen Qiang thrust gently and slowly, and the two kissed sweetly, taking turns sucking on each other's lips.
"You're so beautiful!" Wen Qiang said, stroking her face.
Miss Zhong hugged him tightly and said, "Fuck me again, quick!"
Wen Qiang didn't dare to delay and immediately began to thrust his hips, making her pussy make a "slurp" sound.
"Good brother...I'm almost there...ah...ah...praise me...mmm..."
"Good wife...you're so beautiful...you're the most beautiful...brother loves you...fuck you to death...okay...good wife, the more I fuck you, the more beautiful you become...
right ..." Wen Qiang said as he fucked her.
"Ah...ah...so good...ah...ah...good brother...good husband...ah...
ah...sister loves you...oh...oh...I...I...ah...ah..."
"Wife, wait for me...I'm coming too..." Wenqiang went crazy.
"Ah...ah...brother...I'm here...I'm here...ah...ah..."
Miss Zhong's lower body flowed again, her vagina contracted tightly and hot, Wenqiang could no longer hold back, his ejaculation gate loosened, and
all the yang essence accumulated over the days shot into Miss Zhong's deepest part.
"Ah...so good..." Miss Zhong said, "I'm here to give birth to a baby for brother..."
"Really, Mom?" Wenqiang said, "I'm afraid it'll be too good for your husband."
They embraced tightly, savoring the afterglow.
Wenqiang knew that on the first night of the trip, most people wouldn't sleep and would stay out until midnight. As the activity organizer
, he was bound to be sought out by some people, so it wasn't convenient for him to linger in Miss Zhong's room. After a little more tenderness, they
agreed to again the next night. He kissed
Miss Zhong goodbye and went back to his room. Miss Zhong lay in bed, thinking about the events leading up to their affair. She still found it a bit unbelievable,
but the thrilling sensory pleasure was novel, wonderful, and incredibly sweet. However, feeling guilty, she was
uneasy and restless, her mind racing. She hugged the blanket, her eyes wide open, unable to fall asleep.
She got up, showered, changed into clean underwear,
put , tied the belt, and without a bra, slipped on the slippers provided in the room and went outside
to talk to her aunt.
Her aunt's room wasn't far away. She went to the door, knocked, and after a while,
a voice , "Who is it?"
"Jiarong, it's me," Miss Zhong said.
A while later, she heard the door lock click, but it wouldn't open. Miss Zhong
hesitated, then turned the doorknob. Huh? It's open! What's Jiarong up to?
Miss Zhong pushed the door open. The TV was on, but the bed was empty. Jiarong, muttering in the bathroom, said
gloomily , "Shuxia? I'm here."
"What? Taking a dump?" The two sisters-in-law were close, so Miss Zhong joked.
Jiarong just groaned a few times without answering. Miss Zhong walked to the edge of the bed, sat down, and started watching TV, swinging
her legs . Half a day later, Jia Rong still hadn't come out of the bathroom. Miss Zhong, unable to contain her impatience
, shouted, "Jia Rong! Did you fall in?"
Only indistinct murmurs came from inside. Miss Zhong went to the bathroom door, knocked, and asked, "
Are you really taking a dump?"
Jia Rong inside replied, "Um...no...no...um..."
Since she wasn't, Miss Zhong didn't need to worry about the mess.
"Well...I'm coming in..."
she said, turning the doorknob. The bathroom door, unlocked, was pushed open. Miss Zhong was stunned,
standing there speechless.
Jia Rong was sitting upside down on the toilet with her back to the door, a man beneath her, both
naked , riding each other. The man was leering at Miss Zhong. Beneath Jia Rong's buttocks,
a dangling scrotum swayed back and forth—it belonged to Jia Rong's assistant tour guide, Xiao Yang.
"Jiarong... Xiaoyang... you... you guys..." Miss Zhong's words caught in her throat, unable to come out.
She staggered back a step, when two naked, burly men jumped out from behind the bathtub curtain and
pounced on her. Miss Zhong screamed in terror. One grabbed her chest, the other her legs
, lifting her onto the short sofa next to the TV. They began to undo her bathrobe. How could Miss Zhong resist
? In the ensuing chaos, her bathrobe was ripped off and thrown to the floor. Seeing that she was only wearing underwear, the two men
cheered and each grabbed one of her arms and legs, licking and sucking her breasts indiscriminately.
Xiaoyang and Jiarong were still facing each other, Xiaoyang carrying her as he walked out of the bathroom to the bed.
Miss Zhong was completely disoriented. The two men held her up and sucked on her breasts
with relish , leaving her powerless and unable to scream.
"Good girl, let us pamper you," one of them said.
They spread her legs and touched her mons pubis, even reaching inside her panties
to lightly rub her labia and clitoris. Although these two were forcing themselves on her, they weren't reckless. They specifically
targeted Miss Zhong's most sensitive spots, making her moan softly and become dazed.
They observed Miss Zhong's expression and, seeing her begin to drift into a daze and her vulva glistening with lubrication, they stopped
forcing her. They turned her over and made her kneel, discovering that the back of her panties had a sexy T-shaped cut, which
naturally excited them even more.
One of them knelt down and licked Miss Zhong's buttocks, while the other
jumped onto the back of the sofa and sat down, waving and slapping his long, curved, and hard penis against Miss Zhong's face.
The man behind
penisher shoved into her mouth in the chaos. She couldn't spit it out, and the man shook her head. She had no choice but to suck it for
him.
"Hey, this girl's pussy opens up with just one lick," the man behind her said, seemingly unsure if it was because
Miss Zhong had just been penetrated by Wen Qiang.
The man was impatient. He stood up and squatted in a horse stance. Miss Zhong felt a warm, tight sensation in her vagina. He had already penetrated her
. She had just finished having sex with Wen Qiang, and although she had rinsed, it was still very slippery inside. The man thrust in and
began to thrust in and out. Miss Zhong felt that his penis was plump and soft, unlike Wen Qiang's, which
was hard , but it felt quite comfortable inside her. Miss Zhong thought, "Oh no, even being raped is
so pleasurable!"
The man in front kept urging Miss Zhong to suck him. Miss Zhong, not thinking carefully, just shook her head and sucked him up and down .
It was probably because the man's penis was good-looking that Miss Zhong gradually started to enjoy it. Besides her mouth, her hands also
gripped the gag, making the man's penis even harder and more erect.
"Good little mouth, so good..." he said.
"Boss lady," came Xiao Yang's voice from behind, "Our group of customers is quite good, isn't it!"
"Ah, it's the boss lady, my apologies!" said the man who was fucking her from behind, but he thrust
even harder.
The sofa "thumped" as Xiao Yang carried Jia Rong onto the sofa again. The sofa was so
small that Jia Rong and Miss Zhong lay down and knelt side by side. Xiao Yang held Jia Rong's legs wide, thrusting wildly
. Jia Rong only moaned softly throughout, embracing Xiao Yang and lost in his pleasure beneath her. Xiao Yang turned his head
to look at Miss Zhong being fucked by two men, reached out and grabbed her breasts, kneading them with satisfaction.
The man who had been licking Miss Zhong suddenly withdrew his penis, turned around and held it to Jia Rong's lips. Jia Rong opened
her mouth and took it, now it was two men fucking Jia Rong together. Miss Zhong turned her face to look at this unbelievable scene
. Xiao Yang pulled her head up and kissed her lips. She didn't care who it was anymore, immediately sticking out her tongue
to entwine .
At this moment, the man behind her made a squeezing sound, his penis throbbing inside Miss Zhong's vagina.
He had clearly ejaculated. After trembling for a while, he slumped onto the carpet, panting. Miss Zhong also slumped weakly
against the back of the sofa.
Seeing this, Xiao Yang pulled out his penis. Goodness thud, it was huge, thick and long. He turned Miss Zhong
over and pulled down her panties.
"Wow, a bun-shaped hole!" he said, looking at Miss Zhong's plump mons pubis.
He lifted Miss Zhong's legs onto his shoulders and rubbed the head of his penis against her labia. Miss Zhong didn't see his
penis, but just kept moaning uncontrollably.
"Oh..." Jia Rong's voice came from the side. It turned out that the guy with the bent penis had already taken over and was fucking her
. She had been silent during Xiao Yang's fucking, but now she was loudly uttering lewd words: "Ah...
ah... Brother Wang... so good... such a curved cock... ah... ah... curved cock brother... ah
... ah..."
Miss Zhong turned to look at her in surprise. Xiao Yang whispered in Miss Zhong's ear, "It's for a customer,
so have to be polite... Boss lady, I'm going to fuck you."
Miss Zhong didn't know how to answer, so she could only continue moaning. Xiao Yang inserted his glans, and Miss Zhong
cried out, "Ouch, ouch." Xiao Yang thrust deeper and deeper.
"Ah... ah... God... you're so long... ah... ah... you've reached the very core... oh...
oh..." Miss Zhong exclaimed in surprise.
"Is it good?" Xiao Yang asked.
"Good... good... God... I've never been penetrated by something so long... ah..." Miss Zhong
said.
"Oh...Shuxia..." Jiarong suddenly called out to her, "Xiao Yang is great...ah...right...
oh...me too...after being fucked by him...ah...ah...I can't live without him...oh
...oh...Brother Wang...I can't live without you either...ah...ah..."
The man surnamed Wang laughed and said, "You slut, you're thinking about others even while I'm fucking you, I'll fuck you to death."
"Ah...ah...fuck me to death...Brother Wang...I love you so much...fuck me again...oh...
oh...so good...ah...ah...Shuxia...Shuxia...Xiao Yang has wanted to fuck you for a long time...ah...
you don't believe me? Ask him...ah...ah...Brother Wang...dear husband...ah...ah..." Jiarong kept
shouting.
"Jiarong...oh...it's so long...ah...it's right in my heart...ah...good Xiao Yang
...ah...so beautiful...oh...oh...thrust harder into me...ah...you wanted to fuck me but didn't say so earlier...ah
...I like being fucked by you...ah...so good...ah...it's killing me...ah...Xiao Yang...
don't worry about me...fuck me to death...ah...ah..." Miss Zhong also cried out.
The man who had just fucked Miss Zhong sat back on the bed and said with a smile, "The girls in your company are all so slutty."
Miss Zhong remembered what Xiao Yang had said earlier, and while being fucked, she said, "Oh...this big brother...
you fucked me so well just now...oh...it feels so good...ah...so comfortable...ah..."
"Really? Then I'll fuck you again later." He said with a smile. "Are you sure you can do it?" the man surnamed Wang said, "Xiao Yang and I didn't ejaculate even once, but you 've already ejaculated twice,
even with Miss Jiarong just now ." "I eat small meals frequently." The three men all laughed. Miss Zhong and Jia Rong seemed to be having a moaning contest, their soft cries rising and falling. Miss Zhong had never been penetrated by such a large penis before, and her juices flowed in waves. "Ah...ah...I'm coming again...oh...oh...God...I...I keep coming... oh...Brother Yang...Husband Yang...I've never felt so good...ah...ouch...ouch ...it's coming again...I'm really going to die...ah...ah...coming...coming..." Xiao Yang finally couldn't hold back anymore and said while thrusting hard, "I'm coming too...I'm coming too...Sister Shuxia... you're so good...I'm shooting for you..." The two hugged tightly and kissed. Jia Rong was jealous and deliberately moaned louder. The man surnamed Wang said, "Xiao Yang, hurry up and pull out after you're done. I haven't fucked your beautiful boss's wife yet!" "Ah...Brother Wang...I won't let you go..." Jia Rong clamped his buttocks with her feet: "You're fucking me...but you're thinking about someone else..." Xiao Yang got up and the man surnamed Wang said, "Good girl...let me fuck that slut..." Jia Rong had no choice but to let him pull out. He jumped over to Miss Zhong and thrust in. "Ah...ah...Mr. Wang...ah...you're so good...ah...long and hard...oh... I'm going to die...I...I'm so horny...ah...ah..." The man surnamed Wang was almost finished too, which was why he was so eager to have sex with Miss Zhong. Now, with her shouts and encouragement, his penis was rock hard. After a few more thrusts, his hot, throbbing semen shot into Miss Zhong's vagina. All three men had ejaculated inside Miss Zhong and climbed onto the bed to rest, leaving Miss Zhong and Jia Rong slumped on the sofa, panting. Jia Rong whispered to her sister-in-law, "Shuxia, was it comfortable? Was it more comfortable than with that handsome young man?" "What?" Miss Zhong was secretly shocked. "Hehe..." Jia Rong said, "That handsome young man sneaked into your room, and Xiao Yang and I both saw him." Truly, if you don't want others to know, don't do it in the first place. "And you?" Miss Zhong retorted, "What's going on between you and Xiao Yang?" "That bastard," Jia Rong said, "once when we were on a tour, he sneaked in at night and did it to me. God, you got to experience , how could I not want him?" "Well, now both of the boss's wives have been slept with by him," Miss Zhong said, picking up her bathrobe and putting it on. "Don't worry, he's very strong, he'll make you feel amazing," Jia Rong said. "Making you feel amazing is the real deal," Miss Zhong retorted. "We didn't want you to know, but who knew you'd choose the path to hell instead of heaven." "Ha, trying to keep it all to yourself?" Miss Zhong said. "Well, otherwise that damn Xiao Yang would always be thinking about how great it would be if he could sleep with you, it's infuriating," Jia said. Xiao Yang suddenly jumped over: "What are you two talking about, ladies?" Miss Zhong hugged him: "You're leaving tomorrow, I need you to stay with me tonight." As she spoke, she pulled Xiao Yang out, saying as they walked, "Later, I'll lick you..." Hearing this, Xiao Yang started to get hard again and hurriedly went into the bathroom to get dressed. Jia Rong tried to stop her, but the two women entangled her and pulled her onto the bed. The one surnamed Wang said, "Good baby, stay with your brother a little longer. Next time our company has another event, we'll come find you again."

Jia Rong struggled in vain, and it looked like another chaotic battle was about to break out...

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