Japanese female colleague comes to Hong Kong

I consider myself to have a wide circle of friends, acquainted with people from all walks of life, including many expatriates. Watanabe Ichiro is one such good friend. We met through work and became friends, mainly because we share similar interests; we both enjoy spending our free time in brothels, indulging in our carefree, romantic pursuits.

Watanabe Ichiro and I are both single. He works alone in Hong Kong and doesn't have many like-minded friends. Since I speak Japanese and enjoy having fun, we naturally became close friends.

A few days ago, Watanabe Ichiro told me that his girlfriend in Japan had been transferred to work in Hong Kong. I initially thought he was looking for accommodation for her, but he explained that her company had employee dormitories, so I didn't need to trouble him. He just wanted me to spare some time to teach his girlfriend Cantonese.

Ichiro has been in Hong Kong for two years. Since he speaks mostly English, I only speak Japanese or English with him when we're together. His Cantonese is so limited that I can only understand a little bit; he can't speak it at all.

He asked me to be his girlfriend's Cantonese tutor, and since he asked, I naturally didn't refuse and said I was happy to teach her.

Ichiro brought his girlfriend, Momo, to meet me. If I hadn't known beforehand that Momo was Ichiro's girlfriend, I would never have guessed she was Japanese.

Momo has a delicate face and a slender figure, with perfectly proportioned curves, and she walks with a graceful gait—simply a masterpiece of God. Ichiro, with such a girlfriend, still often goes out with me to find other women; it shows that men are never satisfied.

Momoko was generous and cheerful. She said she and Ichiro were classmates at the same school, with Ichiro being a few years ahead of her. They both studied abroad. After graduation, they returned to Japan to work. This time, they were transferred to Hong Kong for work, so they wouldn't have to suffer the pain of being apart.

Ichiro was truly blessed to have such a beautiful girlfriend in this life, which made me both envious and jealous.

A few days later, Momoko came to my house, and I taught her Cantonese. To avoid distracting her, Ichiro didn't come with her, saying he would pick her up after her lesson.

Momoko was very quick to learn; after two or three visits, her Cantonese was better than Ichiro's. This showed just how good Ichiro's Cantonese was.

A month later, Momoko could speak simple Cantonese. She thanked me for my help and wanted to treat me to a meal, which I gladly accepted. After dinner, the three of us looked for something to do. In the past, Ichiro and I would have gone to a nightclub, but with Momo there, that was out of the question. I suggested karaoke, but Ichiro said he didn't know any Chinese songs and suggested we go to his place for coffee and a chat instead.

I agreed, and we chatted at Ichiro's until late. Since Momo lived closer to me, Ichiro asked me to drive her home.

When I arrived at the entrance of Momo's building, she suddenly invited me up. This was exactly what I wanted. I went upstairs with Momo. Her apartment wasn't large, only about 500 or 600 square feet, but it was quite nice for one person. The interior was simply furnished but very elegant. Momo invited me to sit down and asked what I wanted to drink.

She poured me a cup of tea, then went into the room. When she came out, she had changed her clothes and was wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, her bra and panties faintly visible underneath, which made my heart flutter. I immediately warned myself not to have any impure thoughts, because one should not covet a friend's wife. Although Momoko wasn't Ichiro's wife yet, she was his intimate girlfriend, so how could I possibly have any bad intentions towards her?

Momoko sat across from me and chatted with me. She asked me in broken Cantonese how her Cantonese was now, and I praised her for speaking very well, which made her laugh heartily, like a flower in full bloom. I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

She had drunk a little wine tonight, and her cheeks were flushed, making her even more alluring. If I stayed any longer, I was afraid I would lose control, so I got up to take my leave. Momoko then came over and asked me to stay a little longer so she could teach her a few more Cantonese phrases.

Her slender hand touched mine, and at close range, a fragrant scent emanated from her body. I secretly peered down from my vantage point, and through her low-cut nightgown, I could see a deep cleavage. Her sexy bra supported her full breasts, about two-thirds of which were exposed. Any man would have a normal physiological reaction in this situation, and I was no exception; I felt a stirring in my lower body.

Peach was already sitting next to me. She pulled me down to sit and started talking to me, but I couldn't hear what she said because I was already floating on air, fantasizing about being intimate with her.

She seemed to notice that I was a little "abnormal" and asked if I wasn't feeling well. I took the opportunity to say that my shoulders were a little sore and asked if she could massage them for me. Unexpectedly, Momoko mentioned she had studied massage in Japan and asked me to take off my outer clothing so she could massage me. I quickly took off my clothes and sat on the sofa. Momoko came behind me and began to massage my shoulders with both hands.

She did a very professional job; although my shoulders weren't actually sore, her massage felt very comfortable. I closed my eyes and relaxed, enjoying Momoko's massage. After finishing my shoulders, Momoko suggested I get a full-body massage to relieve fatigue. I thought that unless someone was an idiot, there was practically no reason to say no.

Perhaps Japanese women are used to serving men, so this wasn't a big deal for them. Momoko told me to take off all my clothes, leaving only my underwear. I thought to myself, perhaps she was intentionally teasing me, deliberately giving me an opportunity. But then I thought, maybe she really was just giving me a massage, nothing more, and it was just my impure thoughts. Anyway, whatever, I figured I wouldn't lose out, so I took off all my clothes, leaving only my underwear. Peach told me to lie face down on the sofa.

Luckily, I was lying like this; if I had been lying on my back, my little brother might have gotten too excited and sprang up, making a complete fool of myself. Peach started massaging my back; it seemed she really knew massage, not just messing around. Then she kneaded my hands, my knuckles cracking. Since I had my back to her, I couldn't see her figure, and my vision wasn't stimulated, so my distracting thoughts gradually disappeared, and my little brother obediently stayed still.

After a few minutes, Peach told me to turn over, and I did as she said. I saw her stunning figure again. She leaned over, her hands massaging my chest, her full breasts swaying before my eyes, as if about to burst out of her bra. Her constant swaying generated heat, releasing a fragrant aroma. I couldn't resist any longer; my lower body reacted strongly, my penis involuntarily erecting.

Peach's alluring breasts were less than a foot from my eyes, most of them exposed, and I could clearly see her cleavage. Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer. I reached out and grabbed Peach's waist, pulling her down and forcibly kissing her.

She struggled slightly before falling into my arms. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, our tongues meeting. Peach closed her eyes, avoiding my gaze. Her large breasts pressed against my chest, pressed tightly together. It was wonderful; her bouncy breasts, warm against my chest, rose and fell with her movements, like a massage. Peach

lay on top of me, her soft, boneless body pressing against me, making me feel like I'd eaten a ginseng fruit, every pore on my body opening up.

I removed her robe and then lifted her light pink bra, revealing a pair of firm breasts, easily thirty-six inches in size. Her large breasts pressed against my head, burying my face in her cleavage. I extended my tongue to lick, tracing the cleavage upwards to her nipples. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. Peach trembled all over and moaned. Her nipple hardened and swelled from my licking, and I rubbed her other nipple with my hand. Peach's large breasts were white and smooth, and I rubbed them more and more vigorously. She twisted her waist violently and cried out louder and louder.

I reached down between her legs, and her peach blossom cave was already overflowing. Her light purple, thin panties were soaked with her juices. I rolled her panties up like an elastic rope, and her thick black triangle was revealed before my eyes. Peach had a lot of pubic hair, some of which grew up to her lower abdomen, and large clumps of pubic hair covered her alluring cave. I needed to part the wet pubic hair to find the entrance.

At this point, I changed positions and played 69 with Peach. Peach took my penis and played with it, then put it in her mouth and licked it. Her little mouth swallowed and spat out my penis, her tongue teasing the cleft at the tip of my penis, making me feel numb and itchy, and giving me the urge to ejaculate.

Not to be outdone, I brought my head close to her vulva, stretching out my tongue to tease her alluring opening, touching her sensitive spots, causing her to gush with lustful fluids again. My tongue was exceptionally long, reaching deep into Peach's narrow passage, and her fluids smeared my face. Her vulva had a unique scent, but it was an exciting smell that I didn't find repulsive at all.

Peach had swallowed most of my penis, reaching the back of her throat. If I let her continue, I was afraid I would ejaculate inside her mouth. So I pulled my penis out of her mouth, told her to lie face down on the sofa, raising her buttocks, so I could enter from behind. Peach obediently lay on the sofa like a dog, and I aimed at her slightly parted labia, slowly inserting my thick penis. Her vagina was extremely tight, gripping me so comfortably, my entire penis inside her. Holding her large breasts in my hands, I felt incredibly satisfied; her juices flowed freely with each thrust. With each thrust, I reached her cervix, making her cry out in pleasure.

I charged in, thrusting seventy or eighty times, until Peach reached orgasm. Her whole body convulsed, her hands flailing wildly, and with a cry of "Ah!" she half-conscious. Still not satisfied, I held her large breasts in my hands and continued thrusting, pushing dozens more times until she was completely ecstatic and satisfied, then I ejaculated without restraint. But then I remembered she wasn't my wife, so I withdrew my penis and sprayed my semen all over her body.

Peach's burning desire came and went quickly; before I even exerted my full strength, she had already reached orgasm. But the real show was yet to come. Her first orgasm was just a warm-up. After catching her breath, she went to the bathroom to shower, then came out naked and teased me again. She even told me I could ejaculate inside her, even in her mouth. Faced with such a beautiful and understanding woman, I was willing to give my all, even unto death, to make her absolutely satisfied.

However, male and female physiology is always different. She quickly regained her strength, while my penis was still in a semi-erect state, needing stimulation. Peach immediately helped me; she held my penis and rubbed it incessantly, like drilling wood to start a fire. The heat from her palms traveled into my penis, causing it to react. My penis gradually rose from a vertical angle, eventually pointing upwards, reaching about 80-90% of its normal hardness. Peach told me to spread my legs and straddle her, then place my penis between her two large breasts. My penis pressed against her cleavage, like a hot dog sandwiched between bread. This double-breast clamping technique wouldn't be very satisfying for someone with small breasts. But Peach's large breasts were enough to envelop my penis. My shaft was trapped between her breasts, and since the cleavage doesn't have the same lubrication as the vagina, pushing the penis forward was more difficult.

I asked Peach to add some lubricant to my penis, and she understood. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and licked my penis. She licked from the base of my penis upwards, making it wet, with saliva flowing down from the tip to the two small testicles at the base. I then placed my penis back into Peach's cleavage, and she pushed my wet penis between her breasts with both hands, clamping it down so I could move it freely.

My penis grew harder and harder under the pressure of her breasts, almost reaching full erection. I lifted Peach's legs, spread them apart, and placed them on my shoulders. I parted her thick pubic hair, aimed at her slightly parted labia, and thrust in. Peach let out a cry of pleasure; she felt fulfilled once again. The penis that was inserted all the way pressed against her uterus. She clenched her fist tightly and moaned. I thrust hard for more than a dozen times. Taozi's head moved back and forth, and her mouth opened wide. Maybe she thought that the wider her mouth opened, the wider her lower mouth would be at the same time, so that she could fully accommodate my cock. She raised her buttocks desperately to meet my impact. Her semen flowed fiercely, which reduced the friction, and I thrust harder. This time I fucked her more than a hundred times, but she still hadn't reached climax, so I had to endure it, and I couldn't let her cum before she reached the end, otherwise it would be embarrassing. I changed the angle of my thrusting, asking her to bend over and push her vagina open so that I could penetrate her deeper. With each thrust, she cried out in pleasure. After twenty or thirty thrusts, she was completely entranced, seemingly in a frenzy, begging for mercy. But I ignored her and continued my frenzied thrusting. Peach's body convulsed, her face contorted in agony, her vagina gripping my penis tightly as if the world were collapsing, releasing her vaginal fluids before she fainted.

By then, I was almost there too, but I didn't want to ejaculate while she was unconscious. So I thrust dozens more times, playing with her until she was nearly dead, before finally ejaculating inside her, a powerful burst of semen spraying into her uterus. In that blissful moment, Peach's limbs clung to me like an octopus.

Peach was truly remarkable; even after multiple orgasms, she still wanted more. As a result, I risked everything to accompany the beautiful woman, and we went at it again, making it a total of three times before Peach finally let me go. On the third time, my performance was particularly long-lasting; I brought Peach to multiple orgasms, yet I was still rock hard. I jokingly said that Peach had gotten herself into trouble this time, making her want to keep going, and I wondered how she would handle it. Unexpectedly, Peach calmly and unhurriedly put my penis into her cherry-like mouth, launching a verbal assault that left me defeated by her sweet words, my semen filling her mouth. I never imagined Peach's sex drive was so strong; I wondered if Ichiro could handle it.

Having an affair with Peach made me feel guilty towards Ichiro; although Peach seduced me first, I was still the one in the wrong. After that incident, I told Ichiro that Momo's Cantonese was already quite good and she didn't need to come to my house for tutoring anymore. Ichiro thought I was too busy to teach Momo, so he didn't force me to continue. Unexpectedly, Momo came over and asked if I was deliberately avoiding her. I was speechless. To be honest, Momo's allure was too great. If I continued to see her, I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself and would end up sleeping with her again. To avoid making the same mistake again, I had to avoid her.

She asked if I was afraid Ichiro would find out about it, and I readily admitted it. Unexpectedly, Momo said something that shocked me. She smiled slightly and said that Ichiro already knew about it.

Ichiro knew I slept with Momo, so why did he act so nonchalantly? Although Ichiro and I are good friends, Momoko is his close girlfriend. Even with a deep friendship, doing *that* with her would backfire. I was completely baffled; what had happened?

Momoko seemed to sense my confusion as well. She explained the reason to me, and I suddenly understood. No wonder Ichiro didn't blame me. It turned out that Ichiro and Momoko's open-mindedness was beyond my expectations. I had already experienced Momoko's strong sex drive that night. And Ichiro had recently been experiencing some health problems, so he couldn't satisfy Momoko's needs. He didn't want her to suffer from sexual turmoil every night, unable to sleep, and he wasn't comfortable letting her find other men, fearing other troubles.

I was a friend he trusted, so I became his substitute to satisfy Momoko's needs. When Peach said it, I realized why Ichiro hadn't been going out with me to pick up women as often lately. At first, I thought it was because he was loyal to his girlfriend; with Peach by his side, he wouldn't touch other women. But it turned out he had another reason, and now the truth was clear. Ichiro had asked me to tutor Peach in Cantonese, but he had ulterior motives—to give her a chance to get close to me and then have sex with me, rather than her having to hire male prostitutes. Wouldn't that make me a male prostitute, Peach's tool for satisfying her lust?

But thinking about it again, it doesn't really matter! It's a win-win situation; no one loses out. Peach doesn't have to pay for male prostitutes anymore, and I don't have to spend money to play with women. Since Ichiro had given permission for Momo to sleep with me, I no longer needed to sneak around; I could legitimately play friendly matches with her, which would also help my old friend—a win-win situation.

That night, I invited Momo to my house again, ready for a few rounds of intense fun. Momo arrived on time, surprised to find she came with Ichiro. I wondered if Ichiro had regained his fighting ability and no longer needed me as a substitute, so he and Momo came up to thank me and clarify that we shouldn't play friendly matches anymore. Not long after Ichiro and Momo sat down, Ichiro called me to the balcony, saying he had something to talk to me about. I guessed again: perhaps he was too embarrassed to thank me in front of Momo, so he waited until we were on the balcony to say it!

Ichiro asked me what Momo was like, and I told him the truth, praising her highly. Then Ichiro said that his health had improved somewhat, but he hadn't fully recovered yet, so he needed my continued help. Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile. I quickly said it was no problem, helping others is the source of happiness, and besides, we were old friends, it was just a small favor.

Why did he come up with Peach? Did he want to watch Peach and me put on a show for him? This time I wasn't wrong; that was exactly what he meant. If possible, he'd like to share in as much as he could. Knowing his girlfriend was sleeping with another man, he'd rather not see it, but he was so open about it that he could stand by and watch his girlfriend have sex.

I said it didn't matter, I just didn't know if Peach would agree. Ichiro told me to wait on the balcony while he asked Peach and then let me know. He said it shouldn't be a problem; Peach and I were so close, she would agree.

A little while later, Ichiro told me that Peach had nodded and asked me to come into the room, while he came in a little later. I entered the room and saw Peach already lying on the bed. She was only wearing a light yellow lace bra, her bare arms and slender hands exposed. Her lower body was covered only by light yellow mini thongs, revealing her two fair, glistening legs and a pair of delicate, fleshy feet. As soon as she saw me, she beckoned me over.

Seeing her alluring demeanor, I was already completely captivated. I pounced on her, giving her a passionate kiss. Her tongue, like a small snake, darted into my mouth, intertwining with mine, exchanging saliva. Before I could take any further action, Peach preemptively unbuttoned my pants, reached into my underwear, and searched for what she wanted. She held my penis and stroked it, and my little brother quickly stood erect, eager to try.

At this moment, Ichiro walked into the room and saw Momoko and me warming up. He watched from the sidelines for about three or four minutes, then he also took off his clothes, walked over to Momoko, and asked her to give him oral sex.

I buried my head between Momoko's legs and kissed her bulge through her thin panties. Since Momoko's mouth was free anyway, she naturally wouldn't refuse since Ichiro wanted to join in. Momoko took Ichiro's penis and brought it to her mouth, opened her small mouth, and put a small part of it in her mouth. Ichiro's penis was limp and lifeless. Momoko was very patient, massaging Ichiro with her mouth, her tongue teasing the cleft at the tip of his penis.

Ichiro enjoyed Peach's upper body, while I focused on her lower body. I kissed her a few times through her panties, stimulating her vulva and causing it to flow with nectar. The nectar soaked through her small panties, revealing large patches of black pubic hair. I then pulled off the barrier, revealing Peach's genitals, which resembled a large beard covering her opening. I parted the pubic hair with my tongue and kissed her two lovely labia, gently chewing on them. She let out a low moan, her mouth still holding Ichiro's penis. Despite her sucking and blowing on Ichiro's penis, it didn't seem to get very hard. Meanwhile, Ichiro's hands were kneading Peach's large breasts, and he was rubbing her nipples with his fingers.

Momo was sexually stimulated from both sides, her waist twisting violently, her hips arching high, signaling me to intensify the contact. I slipped my tongue into her vagina, touching her sensitive spot, and her nectar gushed out again.

Ichiro was truly disappointing; his penis remained in a semi-erect state. Momo was simultaneously dealing with both Ichiro and me on the bed, but her attention was focused solely on me. She knew that Ichiro was not someone to be relied upon in the short term and couldn't expect him to perform well. I was different; she had slept with me many times and knew my abilities. Her upper mouth held Ichiro's limp penis, while her lower mouth was aroused by my lips and tongue. I wanted to conserve my strength so that I could bring Momo to her first orgasm with just my tongue, allowing me to have one less round. Ichiro rubbed Peach's two nipples with increasing vigor, causing her light brown nipples to swell and protrude noticeably. She writhed violently.

Peach's juices flowed profusely, soaking my cheeks. Ichiro's soft penis was in Peach's mouth, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't revive him; Ichiro's penis remained unresponsive. I licked her vulva, my long tongue probing and teasing the sensitive clitoris inside. The constant teasing caused her body to convulse as she experienced her first orgasm. As she reached her climax, Ichiro's penis was still in her mouth. She involuntarily clenched her lips, biting down on Ichiro's soft penis, causing her to jump in pain.

Once Momo relaxed, Ichiro pulled his penis out and saw clearly visible teeth marks on it; Momo had indeed bitten him. Momo apologized to Ichiro, begging for his forgiveness. Ichiro didn't blame her; it was his own fault for being so weak and lacking in manly courage.

I told Momo to go to the bathroom to shower and rest before continuing. After Momo went into the bathroom, I suggested Ichiro try mounting her later, saying he might succeed. Ichiro looked hesitant, still lacking confidence, afraid he'd run out of steam at the last minute. I encouraged him not to back down, assuring him I could take over even if he ran out of stamina, and told him to give it his all.

He hesitated, afraid of hurting his pride again, but he was also itching to try. Just then, Ichiro took something out of his briefcase, shaped like a large test tube. He told me it was a male enhancement device he'd recently bought; the seller said it could help him regain his virility.

I'd heard of such things, but had never seen one before. Ichiro said he'd tried it once and it worked well, so he'd try it a few more times. If it didn't work, I could step in, so Momo wouldn't have to grit her teeth.

Since he'd already bought it, there was no harm in trying. Momo came out of the bathroom, and Ichiro asked her for help, to assist him in using the device to make his penis bigger and harder, while he gave her oral sex first. Peach readily agreed, and I sat to watch, sincerely wishing Ichiro success. After Ichiro instructed Peach on how to use the device, the two assumed the 69 position, each doing their own thing. Ichiro buried his face in the triangle between Peach's legs, licking her labia with his tongue. Peach, in turn, used the large test tube to stimulate Ichiro's limp member. She moaned softly as Ichiro licked her, still working on his penis.

I saw that Ichiro's penis seemed to be improving slightly, beginning to swell and slightly rise. Peach also showed a joyful expression. After a round of effort, Ichiro was finally able to stand up. Ichiro's penis was six or seven inches long, very thick, and quite imposing when erect. By this time, Momo was also aroused, and it was time to let Ichiro's large penis enter her.

Ichiro rolled over, kneeling between Momo's legs, lifting her legs and placing them on his shoulders. He found a pillow to prop up Momo's buttocks. I saw Momo's labia open, like a grin, welcoming Ichiro's entry. Ichiro's throbbing penis also longed to enter. Ichiro aimed at Momo's vagina and thrust in, half of his penis inside. Momo let out a moan. Ichiro thrust forward again, his entire penis completely inside.

Ichiro didn't immediately begin thrusting. Perhaps he hadn't entered Momo's vagina in a long time and was afraid he would ejaculate after a few thrusts, so he wanted to linger a little longer, letting Momo's wet, slippery, narrow vagina envelop his penis, enjoying this warm, soft pleasure.

After remaining still for about ten seconds, Ichiro slowly withdrew his penis slightly, then inserted it again. The movements were slow and small; he dared not thrust in and out forcefully, but rather gradually, pushing in one stroke after another.

At this point, Momoko was in a completely passive position; she couldn't voluntarily increase her speed to meet his thrusts. After about ten thrusts, Momoko was aroused. She couldn't stand the slow, simmering motion, so she demanded that Ichiro perform a "lotus position" for her, asking him to lie still while she knelt on top of her and took his penis in and out.

Ichiro originally wanted to control the speed to prolong the time, but Momoko felt it was too slow and not stimulating enough, so he had no choice but to comply and hand over control to her. Ichiro lay on his back on the bed, and Momoko positioned her peach blossom cave against Ichiro's still erect penis, then pushed it in, inserting it completely. Her up-and-down movements were much faster than Ichiro's earlier. After stroking Ichiro's penis like this twenty or thirty times, Ichiro asked Momoko to stop, as he was about to ejaculate. Momoko, however, was too aroused to hear Ichiro's pleas and continued her rapid up-and-down movements. Ichiro ejaculated before Momoko reached her climax, ejaculating inside her, the white fluid flowing out. Ichiro's penis quickly shrank and softened, sliding out of Momoko's vagina. Momoko, at the

height of her tension, had Ichiro finish, leaving her greatly disappointed. Fortunately, I was already prepared to join the fray. Having been aroused while watching, my little brother was also standing up, ready for battle. Ichiro's legs gave way, and he fell from the horse, retreating from the front lines. I immediately took over. Although slippery white fluid from Ichiro flowed out of Peach's vagina, I didn't mind much; I treated it as lubricant. I thrust all the way in, pressing against Peach's uterus. Peach was like a dog on the bed, her buttocks raised high, allowing me to penetrate deeper from behind.

I cupped Peach's large breasts and kneaded them, her nipples hardening and swollen again. Peach actually moaned and cried out in a half-salty, half-baked Cantonese accent. I thrust even harder, our genitals colliding with a slapping sound. Peach's juices flowed freely, seemingly endlessly, staining the bed. After fifty or sixty thrusts, Peach's cries grew increasingly frenzied, reaching a state of ecstasy. I gripped Peach's plump buttocks with both hands, my lower body thrusting forward forcefully, rising and falling deeply with each stroke, reaching her clitoris. After I thrust into Peach over a hundred times, she finally broke down. Her vaginal muscles seemed to tremble, tightening and tightening until my large penis was about to explode. I quickly pulled my penis out of Peach's vagina, flipped her over, and began a frontal assault. The two of us rolled around on the bed until I ejaculated inside her, finally calming down.

Having enjoyed two orgasms, Peach seemed unsatisfied and wanted to go for another round. Ichiro managed to keep up for half a round but failed to bring Peach to orgasm, leaving him somewhat frustrated. I comforted him, telling him not to be discouraged and that I was improving with each attempt. At first, his intestines were in Peach's mouth, and no amount of sucking or blowing on them made any progress; he was practically useless. But the second time, with the help of the device, he was able to stand up and run a short distance. Although he couldn't reach the finish line with Peach, it was an improvement. If he tried a third time, I believe he would have a chance to satisfy Peach. I praised him for his imposing presence when he stood up, and Peach encouraged Ichiro to try again, hoping he could regain his confidence.

I was thinking about how to make Peach orgasm before Ichiro ejaculated. Peach went into the bathroom to wash off the filth. I offered Ichiro some advice, telling him that it was easiest for Peach to orgasm when she was on all fours like a doggy style and then I had sex with her from behind. However, with Ichiro's current sexual ability, it was difficult for him to last until Peach orgasmed before ejaculating. He wanted Peach to still be able to grip his hard penis tightly during her orgasm. So I suggested that I go first this time, letting Peach dry up before he took over. That way, as long as he didn't go too far, he could definitely hold on until Peach orgasmed before he ejaculated.

Peach came out of the bathroom, all clean and fresh, and agreed to my suggestion. Then, Ichiro stood by and watched. I went first, licking Peach's vulva vigorously with my tongue. In just a few minutes, Peach was already wet with her juices. This time, I started with the "old man pushing the cart" move. Although the traditional move didn't have much skill, it was practical. Peach raised her pink legs high, letting me hold her ankles. I first kissed her soft, white feet, then let her delicate hands guide my thick, hard penis into her hairy, fleshy opening, pushing it in slowly and deliberately. After about forty or fifty thrusts, Momoko began to moan again. This time, her moans were sung in Japanese, giving them a unique charm. This slutty woman, Momoko, even a normal man with average sexual ability would be overwhelmed, let alone someone with Ichiro's physical problems. I was confident in my prowess in bed and believed I could handle her.

Since Ichiro and I had agreed that I would only do half the job, I estimated that it was about time and turned her over, telling her to lie face down on the bed so I could thrust into her from behind. At the same time, I told Ichiro to warm up and prepare to take over. With the help of the erection aid, Ichiro

's penis could barely stand up, so I withdrew immediately, letting Ichiro fill the gap. Having pulled out halfway through, I had nowhere to release my pent-up, violently convulsing penis into Peach's mouth. Peach opened her mouth wide and took my penis in, and I ejaculated freely inside her mouth. Hot semen shot out and rushed into Peach's throat. She swallowed all of my semen, not even wasting a drop left at the tip of her vulva, licking it clean. I was afraid that Taozi would bite me when her flesh was tight, and after ejaculation, I would pull the penis out of her mouth in a hurry, not daring to let her hold it in her mouth.

I had fucked Taozi more than a hundred times just now, which was about the same. Ichiro gave me another three to forty times, and Taozi let out a low roar before reaching climax, but Ichiro hadn't even ejaculated yet. He could finally add fuel to Taozi's ecstasy, which was very helpful in treating his psychology. Watching Taozi reach orgasm and pass out under his rod, his sense of hero finally returned.

Since this battle, Ichiro's sexual ability has slowly recovered, and Taozi gradually no longer needs me as a temporary sex partner. The day before Ichiro and Momoko's wedding, they thanked me profusely for my help and came to my house for one last night of revelry. That night, I saw Ichiro in his best form. After that, he didn't join in, leaving Momoko and me alone for our final, absurd encounter. Momoko was exceptionally passionate, spending the entire night with me. We both cherished this last night. Ichiro had already gone to the guest room to sleep. Momoko and I, however, tirelessly made love to each other again and again.

After that night, Momoko and I had no more sexual contact. Although I lost this beautiful sexual partner, I was happy for the couple. To compensate for my loss, Momoko would occasionally introduce me to Japanese women working in Hong Kong. From then on, I was even more overwhelmed with offers.

I consider myself to have a wide circle of friends, acquainted with people from all walks of life, including many expatriates. Watanabe Ichiro is one such good friend. We met through work and became friends, mainly because we share similar interests; we both enjoy spending our free time in brothels, indulging in our carefree, romantic pursuits.

Watanabe Ichiro and I are both single. He works alone in Hong Kong and doesn't have many like-minded friends. Since I speak Japanese and enjoy having fun, we naturally became close friends.

A few days ago, Watanabe Ichiro told me that his girlfriend in Japan had been transferred to work in Hong Kong. I initially thought he was looking for accommodation for her, but he explained that her company had employee dormitories, so I didn't need to trouble him. He just wanted me to spare some time to teach his girlfriend Cantonese.

Ichiro has been in Hong Kong for two years. Since he speaks mostly English, I only speak Japanese or English with him when we're together. His Cantonese is so limited that I can only understand a little bit; he can't speak it at all.

He asked me to be his girlfriend's Cantonese tutor, and since he asked, I naturally didn't refuse and said I was happy to teach her.

Ichiro brought his girlfriend, Momo, to meet me. If I hadn't known beforehand that Momo was Ichiro's girlfriend, I would never have guessed she was Japanese.

Momo has a delicate face and a slender figure, with perfectly proportioned curves, and she walks with a graceful gait—simply a masterpiece of God. Ichiro, with such a girlfriend, still often goes out with me to find other women; it shows that men are never satisfied.

Momoko was generous and cheerful. She said she and Ichiro were classmates at the same school, with Ichiro being a few years ahead of her. They both studied abroad. After graduation, they returned to Japan to work. This time, they were transferred to Hong Kong for work, so they wouldn't have to suffer the pain of being apart.

Ichiro was truly blessed to have such a beautiful girlfriend in this life, which made me both envious and jealous.

A few days later, Momoko came to my house, and I taught her Cantonese. To avoid distracting her, Ichiro didn't come with her, saying he would pick her up after her lesson.

Momoko was very quick to learn; after two or three visits, her Cantonese was better than Ichiro's. This showed just how good Ichiro's Cantonese was.

A month later, Momoko could speak simple Cantonese. She thanked me for my help and wanted to treat me to a meal, which I gladly accepted. After dinner, the three of us looked for something to do. In the past, Ichiro and I would have gone to a nightclub, but with Momo there, that was out of the question. I suggested karaoke, but Ichiro said he didn't know any Chinese songs and suggested we go to his place for coffee and a chat instead.

I agreed, and we chatted at Ichiro's until late. Since Momo lived closer to me, Ichiro asked me to drive her home.

When I arrived at the entrance of Momo's building, she suddenly invited me up. This was exactly what I wanted. I went upstairs with Momo. Her apartment wasn't large, only about 500 or 600 square feet, but it was quite nice for one person. The interior was simply furnished but very elegant. Momo invited me to sit down and asked what I wanted to drink.

She poured me a cup of tea, then went into the room. When she came out, she had changed her clothes and was wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, her bra and panties faintly visible underneath, which made my heart flutter. I immediately warned myself not to have any impure thoughts, because one should not covet a friend's wife. Although Momoko was not yet Ichiro's wife, she was his intimate girlfriend, so how could I possibly have any bad intentions towards her?

Momoko sat across from me and chatted with me. She asked me in broken Cantonese how her Cantonese was now, and I praised her for speaking it very well, which made her laugh heartily, like a flower tumbling from its petals. I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

She had drunk a little wine tonight, her cheeks flushed, making her even more alluring. If I stayed any longer, I feared I would lose control, so I rose to take my leave. Peach then came over, inviting me to stay a little longer so she could teach me a few more Cantonese phrases.

Her slender hand touched mine, and at close range, a fragrant aroma emanated from her body. I secretly peered down from my vantage point, and through her low-cut nightgown, I could see a deep cleavage. Her sexy bra supported her full breasts, about two-thirds of which were exposed. Any man in this situation would experience a normal physiological response, and I was no exception; I felt a stirring within me.

Peach was already sitting next to me. She pulled me down to sit and started talking to me, but I couldn't hear what she said because I was already feeling lightheaded, fantasizing about being intimate with her.

She seemed to notice that I was acting a little "abnormal" and asked if I wasn't feeling well. I took the opportunity to say that my shoulders were a little sore and asked if she could massage them for me. Unexpectedly, Peach said that she had studied massage in Japan and told me to take off my coat so she could massage me. I quickly took off my coat and sat on the sofa. Peach came behind me and started kneading my shoulders with both hands.

She did a very professional job. Although my shoulders weren't really sore, her massage felt very comfortable. I closed my eyes and enjoyed Peach's massage. After she finished my shoulder massage, Peach suggested that I get a full-body massage to relieve fatigue. I think there's practically no reason to say no, except perhaps for an idiot.

Maybe Japanese women are used to serving men, so they don't think much of it. Momo told me to take off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. I thought to myself, maybe she's intentionally teasing me, deliberately giving me an opportunity. But then I thought, maybe she really is just giving me a massage, nothing more, and it's just that I'm being impulsive. Anyway, whatever, I won't lose out, so I took off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. Momo told me to lie face down on the sofa.

Luckily, I was lying like this. If I had been lying on my back, my little brother might not have been able to withstand the stimulation and would have sprung up, making me look ridiculous. Momo started massaging my back. It seemed she really knew massage, not just messing around. She kneaded my hands, my knuckles cracking under her pressure. Since I had my back to her, I couldn't see her figure, and without visual stimulation, my distracting thoughts gradually subsided, and my penis remained still.

After a few minutes, Peach told me to turn around, and I did as she said. I saw her stunning figure again; she was leaning over, massaging my chest with both hands, her full breasts swaying before my eyes, as if about to burst out of her bra. As she moved her body, she generated heat, and a fragrant aroma wafted over. I couldn't resist any longer; my lower body reacted strongly, and my penis involuntarily rose.

Peach's alluring breasts were less than a foot from my eyes, most of them exposed, and I could clearly see her cleavage. I finally couldn't resist any longer. I reached out and grabbed Peach's waist, pulling her down and forcibly kissing her.

She struggled slightly, then fell into my arms. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, our tongues meeting. Peach closed her eyes, not daring to look at me. Her large breasts were now pressed against my chest, tightly pressed together. It was so wonderful; her bouncy breasts, warm against my chest, rose and fell with her movements, like a massage.

Peach lay on top of me, her soft, boneless body pressing against me, making me feel like I'd eaten a ginseng fruit, every pore on my body opening up.

I removed her nightgown and then lifted her light pink bra, revealing a pair of firm breasts, each a full thirty-six inches. Her large breasts pressed against my head, forcing me to bury my face in her cleavage. I stuck out my tongue and licked, moving upwards along her cleavage until I reached her nipples. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked hard. Peach trembled all over and moaned. Peach's nipples hardened and swelled from my licking, and I then rubbed her other nipple with my hand. Peach's large breasts were white and smooth, and the more I rubbed, the more energetically I became. She twisted her waist violently, her cries growing louder and louder.

I reached down between her legs; her vulva was already overflowing. Her thin, light purple panties were soaked through with her juices. I rolled her panties up like an elastic band, revealing her thick, dark triangle to me. Peach had a lot of pubic hair, some of which grew up to her lower abdomen, covering her alluring vulva. I had to part the wet pubic hair to find the entrance.

By this time, I had changed positions and was playing 69 with Peach. Peach took my penis and played with it, then put it in her mouth and licked it. Her small mouth swallowed and released my penis, her tongue teasing the cleft at the tip, making me feel tingly and itchy, with an urge to ejaculate.

I was not to be outdone, bringing my head close to her vulva and stretching out my tongue to tease her alluring vulva, touching her sensitive spots with my tongue, causing her to gush out her juices again. My tongue is exceptionally long, reaching deep into Peach's narrow opening. Her flowing juices covered my face. Her vulva had a unique scent, an exciting one that I didn't find repulsive at all.

Peach had swallowed most of my penis, reaching her throat. If I let her continue, I was afraid I'd ejaculate inside her mouth. So I pulled my penis out of her mouth and told her to lie face down on the sofa, raising her buttocks so I could enter from behind. Peach obediently lay on the sofa like a dog. I aimed at her slightly parted labia and slowly inserted my thick penis. Her vagina was extremely tight, gripping me so comfortably. I was completely inside her. Holding her large breasts in my hands, I felt incredibly satisfied. Her juices flowed freely with each thrust. With each thrust, I reached her cervix, eliciting loud cries of pleasure from her.

I charged in, thrusting seventy or eighty times, until Peach reached orgasm. Her whole body convulsed, her hands flailing wildly, and with a cry of "Ah!" she half-conscious. Still not satisfied, I held her large breasts in my hands and continued my vigorous thrusting, pushing dozens more times until I saw her completely ecstatic and satisfied, before ejaculating without restraint. But then I remembered she wasn't my wife, so I withdrew my penis and sprayed my semen all over her body.

Peach's burning desire came and went quickly; before I even exerted my full strength, she had already reached orgasm. But the real show was yet to come. Her first orgasm was just a warm-up. After catching her breath, she went to the bathroom to shower, then came out naked and teased me again. She even told me I could ejaculate inside her, even in her mouth. Faced with such a beautiful and understanding woman, I was willing to give my all, even unto death, to make her absolutely satisfied.

However, male and female physiology is always different. She quickly regained her strength, while my penis was still in a semi-erect state, needing stimulation. Peach immediately helped me; she held my penis and rubbed it incessantly, like drilling wood to start a fire. The heat from her palms traveled into my penis, causing it to react. My penis gradually rose from a vertical angle, eventually pointing upwards, reaching about 80-90% of its normal hardness. Peach told me to spread my legs and straddle her, then place my penis between her two large breasts. My penis pressed against her cleavage, like a hot dog sandwiched between bread. This double-breast clamping technique wouldn't be very satisfying for someone with small breasts. But Peach's large breasts were enough to envelop my penis. My shaft was trapped between her breasts, and since the cleavage doesn't have the same lubrication as the vagina, pushing the penis forward was more difficult.

I asked Peach to add some lubricant to my penis, and she understood. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and licked my penis. She licked from the base of my penis upwards, making it very wet, with saliva flowing down from the tip to the two small testicles at the base. I then put my penis back into Peach's cleavage, and she pushed my wet penis between her breasts with both hands, allowing me to move it freely.

The penis was getting harder and harder between her pair of meat balls, and it was almost at 100% condition. I raised Taozi's legs, spread them on my shoulders, pushed aside her thick pubic hair, aimed at her slightly open labia, and pushed into the hole. Taozi let out a cheer, and she was enriched again. The penis that was inserted all the way pressed against her uterus. She clenched her fist tightly and moaned. I thrust hard for more than a dozen times. Taozi's head moved back and forth, and her mouth opened wide. Maybe she thought that the wider her mouth opened, the wider her lower mouth would be at the same time, so that she could fully accommodate my cock. She raised her buttocks desperately to meet my impact. Her semen flowed fiercely, which reduced the friction, and I thrust harder. This time, I thrust in and out over a hundred times, but she still hadn't reached orgasm. I had to be patient; I couldn't ejaculate before she reached her climax, or it would be embarrassing. I changed the angle of my thrusts, making her bend over and thrust her vaginal opening forward, allowing me to penetrate deeper. With each thrust, she giggled and cried out. After twenty or thirty more thrusts, she was completely intoxicated, as if she had fallen into a frenzy, begging me for mercy. But I didn't listen to her and continued to thrust wildly. Peach's whole body convulsed, her facial features contorted in extreme pain. Her vagina gripped my penis tightly as if the world were collapsing, releasing her vaginal fluids, and she fainted.

By then, I was almost there too, but I didn't want to ejaculate while she was unconscious. So I thrust dozens more times, playing with her until she was exhausted, before finally ejaculating inside her, a powerful stream of semen erupting and spraying into her uterus. In that blissful moment, Peach's limbs clung to me like an octopus.

Peach was indeed formidable; she experienced multiple orgasms and still wanted more. I, in turn, devoted myself to the beauty, and we went at it again, making it three times in total before Peach finally let me go. On the third time, my performance was particularly long-lasting. I played with Peach until she had multiple orgasms, yet I remained fully erect. I jokingly said that Peach had gotten herself into trouble this time, making her want to keep going, and I'd see how she would handle it. Unexpectedly, Peach remained calm and composed, shoving my penis into her cherry-like mouth. With a swift, forceful verbal assault, she overwhelmed me, leaving my semen smeared all over her. I never imagined Peach's sex drive was so strong; I wondered if Ichiro could handle it.

Having an affair with Peach made me feel guilty towards Ichiro. Although Peach had seduced me first, I was still in the wrong. After that incident, I told Ichiro that Peach's Cantonese was quite good and she didn't need tutoring anymore. Ichiro assumed I was too busy to teach Peach, so he didn't force me to continue. Then, Peach came over and asked if I was deliberately avoiding her. I was speechless. To be honest, Momo's allure was too great. If I continued to see her, I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself and would end up sleeping with her again. To avoid making the same mistake again, I had to avoid her.

She asked if Ichiro was afraid he would find out about that, and I readily admitted it. Unexpectedly, Momo said something that shocked me. She smiled slightly and said that Ichiro already knew about it.

Ichiro knew I slept with Momo, so why was he so nonchalant? Although Ichiro and I were good friends, Momo was his close girlfriend. Even with a deep friendship, doing that with her would ruin things. I was completely baffled. What was going on?

Momo seemed to sense my confusion. She explained the reason to me, and I suddenly understood. No wonder Ichiro didn't blame me. It turned out that Ichiro and Momo's open-mindedness was beyond my expectations. I'd already experienced Peach's intense sex drive that night. Ichiro, however, had been unwell lately and couldn't satisfy her needs. He didn't want her to suffer from sexual turmoil and sleepless nights, but he was hesitant to let her find other men, fearing complications.

As a trusted friend, I became his substitute, fulfilling Peach's needs. When Peach revealed this, I realized why Ichiro hadn't been going out with me as often lately. At first, I thought he was loyal to his girlfriend; with Peach by his side, he wouldn't touch other women. But it turned out there was another reason. Ichiro had asked me to tutor Peach in Cantonese, but he had ulterior motives—to give her a chance to get close to me and then have sex with me, rather than her having to go to a brothel. Wouldn't that make me a "male prostitute," a tool for Peach's sexual gratification?

But then I thought, it doesn't really matter! It's a win-win situation; no one loses out. Peach won't have to pay for male prostitutes anymore, and I won't have to spend money on women. Since Ichiro has authorized Peach to sleep with me, I won't have to sneak around anymore; I can legitimately play friendly matches with her, and I can help my old friend too—a win-win situation.

That night, I invited Peach to my house again, ready for a few rounds of intense sex. Peach arrived on time, and to my surprise, she came with Ichiro. I thought to myself, perhaps Ichiro has regained his fighting ability and doesn't need me as a substitute, so he came up with Peach to thank me and make it clear that he won't play friendly matches with Peach anymore. Not long after Ichiro and Momoko sat down, Ichiro called me to the balcony, saying he had something to talk to me about. I guessed he might be too embarrassed to thank me in front of Momoko, so he waited until we were on the balcony.

Ichiro asked me how Momoko was, and I told him the truth, praising her highly. Then Ichiro said that his health had improved somewhat, but he hadn't fully recovered, so he needed my continued help. Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile. I quickly said it was no problem, helping others is the source of happiness, and besides, we were old friends, it was just a small favor.

Then why did he come up here with Momoko? Did he want to see Momoko and me put on a show for him? This time I was right, that was exactly what he meant; if possible, he would like to share as much as he could. Knowing his girlfriend was sleeping with another man, he thought out of sight, out of mind. But he was so magnanimous as to stand by and watch his girlfriend have sex.

I said it didn't matter, I just didn't know if Momo would agree. Ichiro told me to wait on the balcony while he asked Momo and then let me know. He said it shouldn't be a problem; Momo and I were so close, she would agree.

A little while later, Ichiro told me Momo had nodded and asked me to come into the room, while he came in a little later. I entered the room and saw Momo lying on the bed. She was only wearing a light yellow lace bra, her shapely arms and slender hands bare. She wore only light yellow mini thongs, revealing two fair and glistening tender legs and a pair of delicate, fleshy feet. As soon as she saw me, she beckoned me over.

Seeing her alluring demeanor, I was already completely captivated. I pounced on her, starting with a fiery kiss. Her tongue, like a small snake, darted into my mouth, intertwining with mine, exchanging saliva. Before I could take any further action, Peach preemptively unzipped my pants, reached into my underwear, and searched for what she wanted. She grasped my penis and began stroking it; my little brother quickly rose, eager to try.

Just then, Ichiro entered the room and saw Momoko and me warming up through caresses. He watched from the sidelines for about three or four minutes before taking off his clothes and approaching Momoko, asking her to give him oral sex.

I buried my head between Momoko's legs, kissing her bulge through her thin panties. Since Momoko's mouth was free anyway, she naturally wouldn't refuse if Ichiro wanted to join in. Momoko took Ichiro's penis and brought it to her mouth, opening her small mouth and putting a small part of it inside. Ichiro's penis was limp and lifeless. Momoko was very patient, massaging Ichiro with her mouth, her tongue exploring the cleft at the tip of his penis.

Ichiro enjoyed Momoko's upper body, while I focused on her lower body. I kissed Peach a few times through her panties, stimulating her vulva and causing it to secrete nectar. The nectar soaked through her small panties, revealing large patches of black pubic hair. I then pulled off the barrier, revealing Peach's genitals, which resembled a large beard covering her opening. I parted the pubic hair with my tongue and kissed her lovely labia, gently chewing on them. She let out a low moan, her mouth still holding Ichiro's penis. Despite her sucking and blowing on Ichiro's penis, it didn't seem to get very hard. Meanwhile, Ichiro's hands were kneading Peach's large breasts, and he was rubbing her nipples with his fingers.

Peach was sexually stimulated from both ends, her waist twisting violently, her hips arching high, indicating that I should intensify the contact. I inserted my tongue into her vagina, touching her sensitive spot, and her nectar gushed out again.

Ichiro was truly disappointing; his penis remained in a semi-erect state. Momo was simultaneously dealing with both Ichiro and me on the bed, but her attention was solely focused on me. She knew Ichiro was unreliable in the short term and couldn't expect much from him. I, on the other hand, was different. Having sparred with me many times, she knew my capabilities. Her upper mouth held Ichiro's limp penis, while her lower mouth was aroused by my tongue's teasing. I wanted to conserve my strength, to bring Momo to her first orgasm with just my tongue, so I could have one less time. Ichiro rubbed Momo's nipples, becoming increasingly agitated, her light brown nipples visibly swollen and erect, and she writhed violently.

Momo's juices flowed profusely, soaking my cheeks. Ichiro's soft penis was placed in Momo's mouth. Despite Momo's best efforts, she couldn't revive him; Ichiro's penis remained unresponsive. I licked her vulva, my long tongue probing and teasing the sensitive clitoris inside. Her body convulsed as I teased her, experiencing her first orgasm. As she reached her climax, Ichiro's penis was still in her mouth. She involuntarily clenched her lips, biting Ichiro's soft penis, causing him to jump in pain.

Once Momo relaxed, Ichiro pulled his penis out, revealing clearly visible teeth marks. Momo had indeed bitten him. Momo apologized to Ichiro, begging for his forgiveness. Ichiro didn't blame her; it was his own fault for being so weak-willed, for not acting like a proper man.

I told Momo to go to the bathroom to shower and rest before continuing. After Momo went into the bathroom, I suggested that Ichiro try mounting her later, saying that he might succeed. Ichiro looked hesitant, still lacking confidence, afraid he'd run out of steam at the last minute. I encouraged him not to back down, saying that even if he ran out of stamina, I could take over, and told him to do his best.

He hesitated, afraid of hurting his pride again, but he was also itching to try. Just then, Ichiro took something out of his folder, shaped like a large test tube. He told me he'd recently bought a male enhancement device, the seller saying it could restore his virility with this large test tube.

I'd heard a little about these things, but had never seen one before. Ichiro said he'd tried it once and it worked well, so he'd try it a few more times. If it didn't work, I could step in, so Momo wouldn't have to grit her teeth.

Since we'd already bought it, there was no harm in trying. Momo came out of the bathroom, and Ichiro asked her for help, to assist him in using the device to make his penis bigger and harder, while he would give her oral sex first. Momo readily agreed, and I sat aside watching, sincerely wishing Ichiro success. After Ichiro instructed Momo on how to use the device, the two of them performed the 69 position, each doing their own thing. Ichiro buried his face in the triangle between Momoko's legs, licking her labia with his tongue. Momoko, in turn, used a large test tube to stimulate Ichiro's limp penis. She moaned softly as Ichiro licked her, still working on his penis.

I saw that Ichiro's penis seemed to be improving slightly, beginning to swell and slightly rise. Momoko also showed a joyful expression. After a round of effort, Ichiro was finally able to stand up. Ichiro's penis was six or seven inches long, very thick, and quite imposing when erect. At this moment, Momoko was also aroused, and it was time to let Ichiro's big penis enter her.

Ichiro rolled over, kneeling between Momo's legs, lifting them onto his shoulders. He propped Momo's buttocks up with a pillow, and I saw Momo's labia part, like a smiling grin, welcoming Ichiro's entry. Ichiro's throbbing penis also yearned to enter. He aimed at Momo's opening and thrust in, half of his penis inside. Momo let out a moan, and Ichiro thrust forward again, his entire penis fully inside.

Ichiro didn't immediately begin thrusting; perhaps it had been a long time since he'd been inside Momo, and he feared he'd ejaculate after a few thrusts. So he lingered a moment, letting Momo's wet, slippery, narrow opening envelop his penis, enjoying the warm, soft pleasure.

After remaining still for about ten seconds, Ichiro slowly withdrew his penis slightly, then inserted it again. The movements were slow and small; he dared not thrust in and out forcefully, but rather gradually, pushing in one stroke after another.

At this point, Momoko was in a completely passive position; she couldn't voluntarily increase her speed to meet his thrusts. After about ten thrusts, Momoko was aroused. She couldn't stand the slow, simmering motion, so she demanded that Ichiro perform a "lotus position" for her, asking him to lie still while she knelt on top of her and took his penis in and out.

Ichiro originally wanted to control the speed to prolong the time, but Momoko felt it was too slow and not stimulating enough, so he had no choice but to comply and hand over control to her. Ichiro lay on his back on the bed, and Momoko positioned her peach blossom cave against Ichiro's still erect penis, then pushed it in, inserting it completely. Her up-and-down movements were much faster than Ichiro's earlier. After stroking Ichiro's penis like this twenty or thirty times, Ichiro asked Momoko to stop, as he was about to ejaculate. Momoko, however, was too aroused to hear Ichiro's pleas and continued her rapid up-and-down movements. Ichiro ejaculated before Momoko reached her climax, ejaculating inside her, the white fluid flowing out. Ichiro's penis quickly shrank and softened, sliding out of Momoko's vagina. Momoko, at the

height of her tension, had Ichiro finish, leaving her greatly disappointed. Fortunately, I was already prepared to join the fray. Having been aroused while watching, my little brother was also standing up, ready for battle. Ichiro's legs gave way, and he fell from the horse, retreating from the front lines. I immediately took over. Although slippery white fluid from Ichiro flowed from Peach's vagina, I didn't mind much; I treated it as lubricant. I thrust all the way in, pressing against Peach's uterus. Peach was on the bed like a dog, her buttocks raised high, allowing me to penetrate deeper from behind.

I cupped and kneaded Peach's large breasts, her nipples hardening again. Peach even moaned and cried out in a half-salty, half-baked Cantonese. I thrust even harder, our genitals colliding, making a slapping sound. Peach's juices flowed out again, seemingly endlessly, staining the bed. After fifty or sixty thrusts, Peach's cries grew increasingly frenzied, reaching a state of ecstasy. I gripped Peach's plump buttocks with both hands, thrusting my lower body forward with force, rising and falling dramatically, each thrust penetrating deep into her core. After over a hundred thrusts, Peach finally collapsed, her vaginal muscles contracting as if the heavens were about to fall, squeezing my large penis until it was almost bursting with desire. I quickly pulled my penis out of Peach's vagina, flipped her over, and began a frontal assault. The two fleshy worms rolled around on the bed until I ejaculated inside Peach's vagina, only then did things calm down temporarily.

Having enjoyed two orgasms, Peach seemed unsatisfied and wanted to go for another round. Ichiro barely managed half a round, failing to bring Peach to orgasm, and he appeared somewhat frustrated. I comforted him, telling him not to lose heart and that he was improving each time. At first, with Peach sucking and blowing his intestines in his mouth, he was completely unresponsive, practically useless. But the second time, with the help of the device, he was able to stand up and run a short distance. Although he couldn't reach the finish line with Peach, it was an improvement. If they did it a third time, I believed he would have a chance to satisfy Peach. I praised him for his imposing presence when he stood up, and Peach encouraged Ichiro to try again, hoping he could regain his confidence.

I was thinking about how to help Ichiro bring Peach to orgasm before ejaculating. Momoko went back into the bathroom to wash off the filth. I offered Ichiro some advice, telling him that it was easiest for Momoko to reach orgasm when she was on all fours like a doggy style and then penetrated from behind. However, with Ichiro's current sexual ability, it would be difficult for him to hold on until Momoko had an orgasm before he ejaculated. He wanted Momoko to still be able to hold onto his hard penis when she orgasmed. So I suggested that this time I would go first, let Momoko dry off, and then he could take over. That way, as long as he didn't go too far, he would definitely be able to hold on until Momoko had an orgasm before he ejaculated.

Momoko came out of the bathroom, all clean and tidy, and agreed to my suggestion. Then, Ichiro stood by and watched. I went first, licking Peach's vulva vigorously with my tongue. Within minutes, she was already dripping with lustful fluids. This time, I started with the "old man pushing the cart" position—a traditional move, lacking in technique but effective in practice. Peach raised her pink legs high, letting me hold her ankles. I kissed her soft, white feet first, then let her delicate hands guide my thick, hard penis into her hairy opening, pushing slowly and steadily. After about forty or fifty thrusts, Peach began to moan again. This time, her moans were sung in Japanese, giving them a unique charm. This slutty woman, Peach, even a normal man with average sexual ability would be overwhelmed, let alone someone with Ichiro's physical problems. I was confident in my prowess in bed and could handle her.

Since Ichiro and I had agreed that I would only do half the job, I estimated that it was about time and turned her over, telling her to lie face down on the bed so I could thrust into her from behind. At the same time, I told Ichiro to warm up and prepare to take over. With the help of the erection aid, Ichiro

's penis could barely stand up, so I withdrew immediately, letting Ichiro fill the gap. Having pulled out halfway through, I had nowhere to release my pent-up, violently convulsing penis into Peach's mouth. Peach opened her mouth wide and took my penis in, and I ejaculated freely inside her mouth. Hot semen shot out and rushed into Peach's throat. She swallowed all of my semen, not even wasting a drop left at the tip of her vulva, licking it clean. I was afraid that Taozi would bite me when her flesh was tight, and after ejaculation, I would pull the penis out of her mouth in a hurry, not daring to let her hold it in her mouth.

I had fucked Taozi more than a hundred times just now, which was about the same. Ichiro gave me another three to forty times, and Taozi let out a low roar before reaching climax, but Ichiro hadn't even ejaculated yet. He could finally add fuel to Taozi's ecstasy, which was very helpful in treating his psychology. Watching Taozi reach orgasm and pass out under his rod, his sense of hero finally returned.

Since this battle, Ichiro's sexual ability has slowly recovered, and Taozi gradually no longer needs me as a temporary sex partner. The day before Ichiro and Momoko's wedding, they thanked me profusely for my help and came to my house for one last night of revelry. That night, I saw Ichiro in his best form. After that, he didn't join in, leaving Momoko and me alone for our final, absurd encounter. Momoko was exceptionally passionate, spending the entire night with me. We both cherished this last night. Ichiro had already gone to the guest room to sleep. Momoko and I, however, tirelessly made love to each other again and again.

After that night, Momoko and I had no more sexual contact. Although I lost this beautiful sexual partner, I was happy for the couple. To compensate for my loss, Momoko would occasionally introduce me to Japanese women working in Hong Kong. From then on, I was even more overwhelmed with offers.

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