Japanese friend's girlfriend

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 Hong Kong by her company. I initially thought he was looking for accommodation for her, but he explained that her company had employee dormitories, so I shouldn't bother. He just wanted me to spare some time to teach her Cantonese.

Ichiro has been in Hong Kong for two years. Since he speaks mostly English, I usually only speak Japanese or English with him. His Cantonese is only so-so; he can only understand a little bit, let alone speak it.

He asked me to be his girlfriend's Cantonese tutor for free. 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 had a delicate face and a slender figure, with a shapely bust and a graceful walk—she was simply a masterpiece of God. Ichiro, with such a girlfriend, still often went out with me to find other women; it's clear men are never satisfied.

Momo was generous and cheerful. She said she and Ichiro used to be classmates, with Ichiro a few years ahead of her, and they both studied abroad. After graduation, they returned to Japan to work. This time, she was transferred to Hong Kong, 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; I was both envious and jealous.

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

Momo was quite 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, Momo could speak simple Cantonese. She thanked me for my help and wanted to treat me to dinner, which I gladly accepted. After dinner, the three of us looked for entertainment. 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 had no objection, and we chatted at Ichiro's until late. Since Momo lived closer to my house, 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 followed Taozi upstairs. 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, very elegant. Taozi invited me to sit down and asked what I would like to drink.

She poured me a cup of tea, then went into her 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 shouldn't mess with a friend's wife. Although Taozi wasn't Ichiro's wife yet, she was, in fact, his close girlfriend. How could I possibly have any bad intentions towards her?

Taozi sat opposite me and chatted with me. She asked me in broken Cantonese how well she spoke it now. I praised her for speaking very well, which made her laugh heartily, like flowers blooming in abundance. 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 charming. If I stayed any longer, I feared I would lose control, so I got up to say goodbye. Peach then came over and asked me to sit 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 glanced 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 have a normal physiological reaction, and I was no exception, feeling a stirring in my lower body.

Peach was already sitting next to me, pulling me down to sit with one hand, and talking to me. I couldn't hear what she said anymore, because at that moment 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, Peach said that she had studied massage in Japan and asked me to take off my outer clothes so she could massage me. I quickly took off my coat and sat on the sofa. Momo 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, the massage felt very comfortable. I closed my eyes and enjoyed Momo's massage. After finishing my shoulders, Momo suggested a full-body massage to relieve fatigue. I thought that only an idiot would say no.

Perhaps Japanese women are used to serving men, so this was nothing out of the ordinary. Momo told me to take off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. I wondered if she was deliberately teasing me, 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 wouldn't lose out, so I took off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. Momo then 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 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 as she squeezed them. Since I had my back to her, I couldn't see her figure, and without visual stimulation, my distracting thoughts gradually disappeared, and my little brother obediently stopped getting hard.

After a few minutes, Peach told me to turn over, and I did as she said. I saw her devilish figure again; she was leaning over, massaging my chest with both hands, her full breasts swaying in front of me, as if they were about to burst out of my bra. Because she kept moving her body, she generated heat, and a fragrant aroma wafted over. I couldn't resist anymore; my lower body reacted strongly, and my little brother involuntarily stood up.

Peach's alluring breasts were less than a foot from my eyes, most of them exposed, revealing her cleavage clearly. I finally couldn't resist any longer, grabbing Peach's waist and pulling her down, forcing a kiss.

She struggled slightly before falling into my arms. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, our tongues meeting. Peach closed her eyes, unable to look at me. Her large breasts were now pressed against my chest, pressed tightly together. It was wonderful; her firm, elastic 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 my head against her cleavage, and I licked them, 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 became hard and swollen 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 thong was soaked with her juices. I rolled her thong up like an elastic band, 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 had to part the wet pubic hair to find the entrance.

I had changed positions by then, playing a 69 position with Peach. Peach took my penis and played with it, then put it in her mouth, sucking on it. Her small mouth swallowed and released my penis, her tongue teasing the cleft at the tip, making me feel numb and itchy, with an urge to ejaculate.

I wasn't going to be outdone, bringing 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, able to penetrate deep into Peach's narrow opening, and her fluids covered my face. Her vulva had a special scent, but it was an exciting smell that I didn't find repulsive at all.

Peach had swallowed most of my penis, reaching her throat. If I let her keep it in her mouth, 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, raise her buttocks, and let me enter from behind. Peach lay obediently 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, and I was completely inside her. Holding her large breasts in my hands, I felt incredibly satisfied, and her juices flowed freely with each thrust. With each thrust, I reached her cervix, making her cry out in pleasure.

I charged in and thrust seventy or eighty times until Peach had an 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 to work hard, thrusting dozens more times until I saw her completely absorbed and satisfied, before ejaculating without restraint. But then I remembered that she wasn't my wife, so I pulled out my penis and ejaculated on her body.

Peach's burning desire came and went quickly; before I could even exert myself fully, 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 are different. She quickly regained her strength, while my penis remained in a semi-erect state, needing stimulation. Peach immediately helped me. She held my penis, rubbing it repeatedly with her hands like she was starting a fire. The heat from her palms transferred to my penis, causing me to react. My penis gradually rose from a vertical angle, finally pointing upwards, reaching about 80-90% hardness. Peach told me to spread my legs, straddle her, and then support my penis with her two bamboo-like breasts. My penis was pressed against her cleavage, like a sausage sandwiched in a hot dog bun. This double-breast clamping technique, if her breasts weren't big enough, wouldn't be as satisfying. But Peach's large breasts could easily envelop my penis; my shaft was trapped between her fleshy mounds. Since the cleavage doesn't secrete lubricant like a vagina, pushing the penis forward is more difficult.

I asked Peach to add some lubricant, and she understood, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue to lick my penis. She licked from the base upwards, making it dripping wet, 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 in place, allowing me to push freely.

My penis grew harder and harder, almost at full strength, as her breasts gripped it. I lifted Peach's legs, spreading them wide on my shoulders, parted her thick pubic hair, and thrust into her slightly parted labia. Peach let out a joyful cry, feeling full again. My fully inserted penis pressed against her cervix, and she clenched her fists tightly, moaning softly. I thrust forcefully a dozen times, Peach's head swaying back and forth, her mouth wide open. Perhaps she thought that the wider her mouth opened, the wider her vagina would open, fully accommodating my penis. She desperately arched her hips to meet my thrusts, her juices flowing freely, reducing friction, allowing me to thrust even more vigorously. This time, I thrust over a hundred times, but she still hadn't reached orgasm. I had to be patient, not ejaculate before she reached her climax, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

I changed the angle of my thrusts, making her bend over and thrust her vaginal opening, allowing me to penetrate even 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 whole body convulsed, her face contorted in agony, her vagina clenching my penis as if the world were collapsing, releasing her semen before she fainted.

By then, I was almost there too, but I didn't want to ejaculate while she was unconscious. So I thrust a few 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 indeed remarkable; she experienced multiple orgasms and still wanted more. So I risked my life to keep up with the beauty, going at it one more time, 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 remained fully erect. I jokingly said that Peach had gotten herself into trouble this time, making her relentless and asking how she would handle the situation. Unexpectedly, Peach remained calm and unhurried, taking my penis into her cherry-like mouth and launching a verbal assault, easily defeating me with her eloquent tongue, leaving her mouth full of semen. 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, even though Peach had seduced me first, I was still the one in the wrong. After that, I told Ichiro that Peach's Cantonese was quite good and she didn't need to come to my house for tutoring anymore. Ichiro thought 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, leaving me speechless. Honestly, Peach'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 another mistake, I had to avoid her.

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

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

Momo seemed to sense my confusion. She explained, 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 had already experienced Momo's strong sex drive that night. And Ichiro had recently been experiencing some health problems and couldn't satisfy Momo's needs. He didn't want her to suffer from sexual turmoil every night, unable to sleep, and he was hesitant to let her find other men, fearing further trouble.

I was a trusted friend of his, so I became his substitute to satisfy Peach's needs. When Peach revealed this, I realized why Ichiro hadn't been going out with me to find women 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 the truth was now 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 her, rather than her having to hire a male prostitute. Wouldn't that make me a male prostitute, Peach's tool for sexual gratification?

But then I thought, it doesn't matter! It's a win-win situation. Peach won't have to pay for male prostitutes, and I won't have to spend money on women. Since Ichiro had instructed Peach to sleep with me, I wouldn't have to be secretive anymore; I could legitimately have a friendly fling with her, and I could help my old friend—a win-win situation.

That night, I invited Peach to my house again, preparing for a few rounds of passion. Momoko arrived right on time, and I was surprised to see her with Ichiro. I wondered if Ichiro had regained his fighting ability and no longer needed me as a substitute, so he and Momoko came up to thank me and make it clear that we shouldn't engage in any more friendly banter with Momoko. 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 again: perhaps he was too embarrassed to thank me in front of Momoko, so he decided to do it on the balcony!

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

Then why did he bring Momo up here? Did he want to watch me and Momo perform for him? This time I wasn't wrong; that was exactly what he meant. If possible, he'd like to share in some of it. Knowing his girlfriend slept with another man, he'd rather not see it, but he was so open about it, watching 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 tell me. He said it should be fine, Momo and I are so close, she'd agree.

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

Seeing her alluring demeanor, I was truly captivated. I pounced on her, first 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 unzipped my trousers, 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.

At this moment, Ichiro entered the room and saw Momoko and me warming up. 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 in. Ichiro's penis was limp and lifeless. Momoko was very patient, massaging Ichiro with her mouth, her tongue tracing the cleft at the tip of his penis. Ichiro

enjoyed Momoko's upper body, while I focused on her lower body. I kissed Momoko a few times through her panties, and Momoko's vulva, stimulated, began to secrete nectar. The honey-like fluid soaked through her small panties, revealing large patches of black pubic hair. I pulled off the barrier, revealing Peach's vulva, 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, Ichiro's penis didn't seem to be getting much better. 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, signaling me to intensify the contact. I slipped my tongue into her vagina, touching her sensitive spot, and nectar flowed out again.

Ichiro was really disappointing; his penis was still only semi-erect. Peach was simultaneously dealing with both me and Ichiro on the bed, but her attention was only focused on me. Because she knew that Ichiro was not someone to be relied upon in the short term, and she couldn't expect him to perform well. Unlike me, she had sparred with me many times and knew my strength. Her upper mouth held Ichiro's soft whip, while her lower mouth was aroused by my tongue. I wanted to conserve my strength, to bring Peach to her first orgasm with just my tongue, so I could have one less time. Ichiro rubbed Peach's nipples, more and more vigorously, until her light brown nipples visibly swelled and protruded, and she writhed violently.

Peach's juices flowed profusely, soaking my cheeks. Ichiro's soft whip remained in Peach's mouth, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't revive him; Ichiro's member remained unresponsive. I licked her vulva, my long tongue probing and teasing the sensitive granules inside. Her body convulsed as I teased her, and she experienced her first orgasm. As she reached her climax, Ichiro's penis was still in her mouth. She involuntarily tightened her lips, biting Ichiro's penis and making him jump in pain.

Once Momo relaxed, Ichiro pulled his penis out, noticing the clear teeth marks; Momo had indeed bitten him. Momo apologized to Ichiro, begging for forgiveness. Ichiro didn't blame her; it was his own fault for being so weak, a real man.

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

He hesitated, afraid of hurting his pride again, but also itching to try. At that moment, Ichiro took something from his folder, shaped like a large test tube. He told me it was a recently purchased aphrodisiac; the seller said 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 wanted to 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 use the device to make his penis stronger and firmer, while he would give

her oral sex. Momo readily agreed, and I sat and watched, sincerely wishing Ichiro success. After Ichiro instructed Momo on how to use the device, the two of them did the 69 position, each doing their own thing. Ichiro buried his face between Momo's legs, licking her labia with his tongue. Momo, in turn, used the large test tube to stimulate Ichiro's limp penis. She moaned softly as Ichiro licked her, still continuing to work on his penis.

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

Ichiro turned 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 she was grinning, welcoming Ichiro's entry. Ichiro's throbbing penis also longed to enter. Ichiro aimed at Momo's vagina and thrust in, inserting half of his penis inside. Momo let out a groan, and Ichiro thrust forward again with force, his entire penis completely inside.

Ichiro didn't immediately begin thrusting. Perhaps it had been a long time since he'd entered Momo's vagina, and he feared

he'd ejaculate after a few thrusts. So he wanted to linger a little longer, letting Momo's wet, slippery, narrow vagina envelop his penis, allowing him to enjoy the warm, soft pleasure. After pausing for about ten seconds, Ichiro slowly withdrew his penis slightly, then thrust it back in. The movements were slow and small; he dared not thrust wildly, only proceeding gradually, one thrust after another.

At this point, Momo was completely passive; she couldn't increase her speed to meet his thrusts. After a dozen or so thrusts, Momo was ablaze with desire. She couldn't stand the slow, simmering motion; she demanded that Ichiro perform a "lotus position," where he would lie still while she knelt on top of her, taking his penis in and out.

Ichiro had originally wanted to control the speed to prolong the time, but Momo found it too slow and not stimulating enough, so he yielded to her wishes and relinquished control. Ichiro lay on his back on the bed, and Momoko positioned her peach-like opening against Ichiro's still erect penis, then pushed it in 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, his semen flowing back out. Ichiro's penis quickly shrank and softened, sliding out of Momoko's vagina.

At the crucial moment, Peach was greatly disappointed when Ichiro finished. Fortunately, I was ready to step in at any time. Having been stimulated while watching, my little brother was also standing up and ready for battle. Ichiro's legs gave way and he fell off the horse, retreating from the front line. I immediately took over. Although slippery white fluid from Ichiro flowed out of Peach's vagina, I didn't mind too much, treating the fluid as lubricant. I thrust all the way in, pressing against Peach's cervix. Peach crawled on the bed like a dog, raising her buttocks high, allowing me to penetrate from behind and go deeper.

I cupped Peach's large breasts and kneaded them, her nipples swelling and hardening again. Peach even moaned and cried out in broken Cantonese. I thrust even more vigorously, the two genitals colliding and making slapping sounds. Peach's vaginal fluids flowed out again, seemingly endlessly, staining the bed. After fifty or sixty thrusts, Peach's cries became more and more frantic, reaching a state of ecstasy. I gripped Peach's plump buttocks with both hands, thrusting my lower body forward with tremendous force, each stroke penetrating deep into her core. After over a hundred thrusts, Peach finally broke down, her vaginal muscles clenching as if the heavens were collapsing, tightening and tightening, gripping my large penis so tightly it was about to explode. I quickly pulled my penis out of Peach's vagina, flipped her over, and launched a frontal assault. Our two fleshy worms rolled around on the bed until I ejaculated inside her, only then did I temporarily calm down.

Having enjoyed two orgasms, Peach seemed unsatisfied and wanted another round. Ichiro barely managed half a round, failing to bring Peach to orgasm, and he seemed a little frustrated. I comforted him, telling him not to be discouraged, and that I was improving with each thrust. At first, his penis was in Peach's mouth, and no matter how much she sucked on it, it was completely useless. But the second time, with the help of a 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 did it a third time, I believe he would have a chance to satisfy Peach. I praised him for his powerful stance, 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 to the bathroom to wash off the stains. I shared my experience with Ichiro, telling him that it's easiest for Peach to orgasm when she's on all fours like a dog, and then I can have sex with her from behind. However, with Ichiro's current sexual ability, it's difficult for him to last until Peach orgasms before he ejaculates. He wants Peach to still be able to grip his hard penis tightly during orgasm. So I suggested that this time I go first, let Peach go, and then he could take over. That way, as long as he doesn't go too far, he should be able to last until Peach orgasms before he ejaculates.

Peach emerged from the bathroom, clean and refreshed, and agreed with my plan. Ichiro then stood by, watching. I went first, licking Peach's vulva vigorously. Within minutes, she was dripping with lustful fluids. This time, I started with the "old man pushing the cart" position—a traditional move, lacking in skill but undeniably effective. Peach raised her legs high, letting me hold her ankles. I kissed her soft, white feet, then let her hands guide my thick, hard penis into her hairy opening, pushing slowly and deliberately. 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—not to mention Ichiro's health issues, even a normal man with average sexual ability would be overwhelmed by her. I was confident in my prowess in bed and could handle her.

Since I had agreed with Ichiro that I would only do half the job, I estimated the time was about right and turned her over, making her 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. When Ichiro's penis could barely stand up with the aid of the device, I immediately withdrew, letting Ichiro fill the gap. Having

pulled out halfway, I had nowhere to release my pent-up desire, so I shoved my violently throbbing penis into Momo's mouth. Momo opened her mouth wide and took my penis in, and I ejaculated freely inside her mouth, the hot semen shooting out and rushing into Momo's throat. She swallowed all of my semen, not wasting even a drop left on the tip, licking it clean. I was afraid that Momo would bite me when her muscles tightened, so after ejaculating, I quickly pulled my penis out of her mouth, not daring to let her hold it.

Peach had already been penetrated over a hundred times, and Ichiro was nearly there. After another thirty or forty thrusts, Peach let out a low growl and reached orgasm, while Ichiro hadn't even ejaculated yet. He could finally add fuel to the fire while Peach was in ecstasy, which was very helpful for his psychological recovery. Watching Peach reach orgasm and faint under his rod, his sense of heroism finally returned.

From that moment on, Ichiro's sexual ability slowly recovered, and Peach gradually no longer needed me as her temporary sex partner. The day before Peach and Ichiro's wedding, they thanked me profusely for my help and came to my house for a final celebration. That night, I saw Ichiro in his best condition. Then, he didn't join in, leaving me alone with Peach for our final, absurd encounter. Peach was exceptionally enthusiastic, spending the entire night with me. We both cherished this last night. Ichiro had already gone to the guest room and fallen asleep. But Peach and I, tirelessly, continued to intertwine our sexual organs again and again.

After that night, Peach 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, Peach would occasionally introduce me to Japanese women working in Hong Kong. From then on, I was even more overwhelmed.

A year later, Peach and Ichiro returned to Japan, but I soon got married.

After a few years of blissful life with my wife, we both began to feel that our sex life was a bit monotonous. So, in conversation, we mentioned the "sex partner swapping clubs" mentioned in magazines. My wife said that she would be willing if I was willing.

I had been reading about sex partner swapping in magazines for almost two years, and just reading the letters from various places was already very exciting. Seeing some husbands and wives having sex, or just some beautiful photos of wives half-naked or fully nude, was even more exciting. From these, I could feel that the sex lives of couples were really diverse.

I contacted a couple surnamed Huang, and at their enthusiastic invitation, I met with them in early May. When we first met, my main goal was to gauge whether our personalities were compatible with each other's. This was crucial, as it was a key factor in ensuring the smooth progress of our partner swapping.

"Honey, give me a kiss!" A few days before our invitation, my wife used an unusually coquettish tone to ask me. It was probably because I had refused her too many times that she had become like this.

"Do you really want to?" I stroked my wife's body, and as I slipped my hand inside her panties, her vulva was already overflowing with fluid; she had clearly conveyed her sexual desire to me.

I pulled off her panties, buried my face between her two white, tender thighs, and brought my cheek close to her vulva. The protruding clitoris tempted me to lick it with my tongue.

"Ah! Honey, you're teasing me like this, it's getting hard to control!" my wife moaned, her gushing love juices flowing into my mouth through her tongue.

"Ah! So good!" she continued to moan. I inserted my index finger into her vagina, rotating it to caress and explore her vagina. My wife's body trembled like waves.

"Wife! Let's do it the way you like!" I inserted all five fingers to caress her, while stimulating her clitoris with my other hand.

"Ah! Ah!" My wife swayed violently from side to side, having reached her first orgasm. Her love juices were overflowing, wetting my palm.

"Fuck me! Husband, please, hurry up!" The continuous stimulation had made my wife unable to control herself. I loved my wife's words. I replied, "I will, I'm going to fuck you!"

Her eager and passionate emotions continued to convey themselves to me.

"Ah! Ahh!" My wife's beast-like voice filled the room.

Around that time, I received an invitation from Mr. and Mrs. Huang. My work had also just come to a temporary end. My wife seemed inexplicably restless, and for various reasons, I accepted the invitation.

We stepped into the Huang family's living room, just like when we first entered. Everywhere was filled with interesting decorations. Calligraphy, paintings, antiques, and the like were displayed in abundance. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah! Your taste is truly excellent!"

Mr. Huang laughed and said, “Ha, these things can all be bought with money. But there are some things that money can’t buy! That’s why partner swapping is so appealing to us.”

His words made me feel that Mr. Huang was truly a kind and broad-minded person. What surprised us even more was Mrs. Huang’s youth and her attitude towards partner swapping. She showed us many videotapes recorded on a VCR. These included tapes of Mr. Huang and his wife, Mrs. Huang and other men, and Mr. Huang and other women—almost countless instances of partner swapping. In those scenes, the men and women were all naked, engaging in sexual intercourse and pleasure in various positions.

I saw a scene of Mr. Huang having sex with a girl who looked to be about 18 or 19 years old. That videotape was very well-made, with many close-up shots clearly showing Mr. Huang’s penis entering the girl’s vagina. I found

this videotape very special, but because I had just met Mr. Huang, I was too embarrassed to ask too many questions. After watching part of the videotape, we were amazed and then left the Huang family home. That time, we didn't actually swap partners, but my wife's excitement was evident on her face.

On the way back, I said, "I can't believe Mrs. Huang is so young! They really know how to have fun!"

My wife laughed and said, "I guess Mrs. Huang has a strong sex drive!"

I continued, "Aren't you the same?"

"You're so naughty!" My wife playfully hit me, but she seemed quite happy.

The day for the actual partner swap arrived. In the evening, the rain that had been falling all afternoon stopped, and a cool breeze made us feel refreshed. The windows of the Huang family home were fully open, but there was no need to worry about being spied on, as the bedroom faced a large, quiet, and beautiful sea view.

"Wow! It's so beautiful!" My wife exclaimed as soon as we entered the bedroom. The room was so luxurious, reflecting Mr. and Mrs. Huang's personal taste.

The room had a television, and the lighting was distributed on both sides, with the brightness controllable. A white table and four white chairs, along with a beautiful wine cabinet—every design element exuded the painstaking effort of its creators.

On the double bed, Mrs. Huang, wearing only a semi-transparent bra, lay on the bed, her childlike, adorable lower body drawing my attention. She smiled and said to my wife and me, "You should take off your outer garments too! It's more comfortable like this!"

"Ah! Wait a minute! I'll be shy!" my wife replied, head bowed. Behind this statement lay the implication that what was about to happen was quite pleasurable.

"Oh, sorry to keep you waiting!" Mr. Huang entered, wearing a long robe. He opened a bottle of wine, creating an atmosphere for the upcoming game; dimming the room lights was sufficient.

"Shall we begin?" he said in a serious, calm tone. As Mr. Huang removed his robe, his strong physique was revealed. He smiled at my wife and pointed to the sofa, saying, "You're not quite used to it yet, so sit here and watch!"

Young Mrs. Huang seemed only excited when she wasn't being shown off, but would she really make love in front of us? As I was thinking this, Mr. Huang began to act.

"I'll help you undress!" Mr. Huang used his hands to pull down his wife's only long underwear, like a parent changing a child's clothes. Then, using his thumb, he pulled the underwear off with practiced ease. Her snow-white skin had the luster and elasticity of a young girl.

My wife watched, holding her breath. Mr. Huang smiled and said to her, "If you can't hold back, you can start without restraint!"

Mr. Huang was truly gentle and considerate towards women. Mrs. Huang lay naked on the bed, and Mr. Huang covered her lips with his, while his right hand caressed her shoulder, and his left hand stroked from her breasts to her lower body.

Mrs. Huang's pubic area was smooth and hairless, so her private parts were completely exposed before my eyes, and the love fluid flowing out made her lower body appear even shinier.

Mr. Huang said to me, "Look! It's already so wet."

"Ah! Ah!" Mrs. Huang's delicate voice was simply indescribable. It was a bit like sobbing.

Mr. Huang lifted his wife up, reached behind her to stroke his hand that had returned to the front, and then raised and spread Mrs. Huang's fair thighs, exposing her vulva more clearly. His other hand deliberately spread her labia minora so that we could see part of the movement.

"No, please, I'll be shy." Mrs. Huang also blushed a little. The sticky fluid flowing from her fair and pinkish area was endless. Mr. Huang's fingers moved faster.

"Ah! So comfortable!"

Mr. Huang began to lick his wife's private parts with his tongue. My thighs were swollen as if they were about to burst through my underwear. Under the light, Mrs. Huang, covered in sweat, showed some luster.

At this moment, Mrs. Huang also grasped her husband's large, erect penis and began to gently pat it, then caressed and sucked it with her mouth. The fleshy shaft moved in and out of Mrs. Huang's mouth, and my wife watched intently.

"Husband, they're amazing!" my wife exclaimed. I remained impassive, my hand, which had been holding my wife, slipped inside her panties; they were already wet.

"Ah! Ah!" Mrs. Huang cried out like a wild animal.

I urged my wife to look. Before us, Mr. Huang's swollen shaft was deeply inserted into Mrs. Huang's vagina, thrusting back and forth at a considerable speed, making a strange sound. Mr. Huang's shaft seemed incredibly thick and hard.

"Ah! I can't take it anymore!" Mrs. Huang, arching back with her legs resting on the man's shoulders, let out another alluring sound—the subtle prelude to orgasm after their union. She twisted her waist, emitting a sound almost like a scream. Her face flushed and her eyes were wet; the scene before me nearly pushed my limits of self-control to the breaking point.

Seeing this, both my wife and I felt incredibly excited. I pulled her close, suddenly kissing her, and quickly stripped off her clothes. My animalistic instincts had been aroused; I eagerly caressed her from her skirt to her breasts. I said, "Wife! Let's do it too!"

Then came the reckless action: I pulled off her panties and quickly thrust my engorged penis deep into her vagina.

We sat in a chair, lifting her clothes to reveal her snow-white buttocks. Each time my wife moved her hips, she pressed against my penis. At the same time, she eagerly sucked on her nipples.

"Ugh! Ah! Ah!" It turns out that one woman's cries, the sounds of orgasm, can stimulate another woman's behavior; they influence each other.

Mr. Huang's movements seemed relentless, increasing in speed. Mrs. Huang's area was already filled with fluid. Each insertion triggered an orgasm, causing intense spasms.

My wife, affected by this, said in an almost envious tone, "That's amazing, really impressive!"

What started as a two-person affair has now become a four-person affair. My wife, sitting on my lap, is moving wildly, almost exceeding my limit of endurance. This has heightened my excitement, and I'm moving in sync with her movements.

"Ah! Ah! So good!" As my wife reaches her climax, she grips my penis tightly with her vaginal muscles.

It was clear that Mr. Huang had also ejaculated inside Mrs. Huang. While enjoying the pleasure, all four of us completely relaxed. We were no longer as awkward as before. Mr. Huang had withdrawn from his wife's body, and I saw milky white semen overflowing from her smooth, hairless vulva.

The Huangs went to the bathroom to clean themselves. When they came out naked, my wife was still sitting in my lap, afraid that my semen would spill out and stain the expensive sofa.

My wife asked Mrs. Huang to get her some tissues, and Mrs. Huang herself helped, using her delicate hands to hold the tissues and cover the area where my wife and I were joined, separating my penis from her vagina. We also went to the bathroom to shower, then came out naked, took a glass of wine from Mrs. Huang, and sat down on the sofa with them.

“Mutual appreciation is also part of the exchange of sexual partners. The one watching develops a sense of empathy, creating a special excitement like watching adultery, while the one being watched becomes more familiar with each other through mutual influence.” This was Mr. and Mrs. Huang’s idea.

I listened to their grand pronouncements while drinking. At this moment, Mrs. Huang began to touch my wife’s genitals.

“Oh! Ah!” My wife couldn’t help but moan. She also caressed her body, and that action naturally caused my wife to open her legs, intoxicated by the caresses. A woman’s body is, after all, sensitive. Those small, white hands felt like they were touching flower petals, and my wife immediately became excited again. Mrs. Huang then pulled my wife onto the bed and began more intimate caresses. My wife relaxed and accepted her caresses.

Mrs. Huang then beckoned her husband over.

“Ah! So comfortable.” My wife did not refuse Mr. Huang’s caresses of her breasts. With Mr. Huang joining in, the three of them began their sexual game. My wife, lying on her back, seemed to eagerly accept Mr. Huang's tongue licking and kissing her breasts, and his hands caressing her thighs and even her vulva. Under Mr. and Mrs. Huang's caresses, my wife's body became bent over.

Mrs. Huang beckoned to me and said, "Come here too!"

I silently nodded, reaching behind Mrs. Huang to caress her breasts and rub her vulva; that area was already wet with lubrication again. Mrs. Huang left my wife and turned to me.

She knelt at my feet, grasped my semi-erect penis, and immediately took it into her mouth. Stimulated by this, it quickly became hard again.

Mrs. Huang continued to stroke it with her mouth, the intense stimulation causing my penis to swell and harden even more. At this moment, I saw Mr. Huang had already penetrated my wife's vagina, and he was vigorously shaking his body. He smiled at me when he saw me watching. Perhaps to give me a clearer view of his and my wife's intercourse, he lifted my wife's ankles, raising her two fair, pink legs high. Sure enough, I saw my wife's labia minora constantly flipping in and out during his frequent thrusts, and inside her was Mr. Huang's hard penis. Although I couldn't see her facial expression, I could see her toes were tightly pressed together, and I knew she was very aroused.

At this moment, Mrs. Huang suddenly spat my glans out of her mouth, panting, "So hard! You can put it in me now, ah! Please! Put it in my vagina quickly!"

So, next to Mr. Huang and my wife, in the same position, I deeply inserted my swollen and wet penis into Mrs. Huang's body. Mrs. Huang's area seemed to be sucking me in. I couldn't help but twist my waist and shake violently.

At this point, I could see my wife's face. Her eyes were tightly closed, her pretty face contorted in agony. Her hands gripped Mr. Huang's arm tightly; she often wore this expression during her most intense orgasms, indicating she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

"Ah! So good, so good! Go ahead and ejaculate! It doesn't matter, just go as far in as you can!" Mrs. Huang's moans drew my attention again. I saw she too had reached the brink of ecstasy. Finally, burning with passion, I ejaculated deep inside Mrs. Huang.

"Ah, ejaculate as much as you want! So good!" Mrs. Huang, like a floating duckweed, conveyed a message of pleasure through her spasms and the trembling I felt.

What a wonderful spectacle, from mutual observation to intense stimulation! This act of sexual exchange between husband and wife, a desire that had already achieved boundless satisfaction, might seem abnormal to onlookers. However, the undeniable fact is that this exchange fostered a more genuine and stable bond between husband and wife.

Naked communication, communication between partners in all its forms. In today's society, one of the most direct forms of communication is the world of sexual partner swapping.

We lay naked in bed talking, and after this physical and emotional encounter, all barriers between us had disappeared. Mr. Huang praised my wife's thick, fleshy, and juicy vulva, and my wife praised his penis for its large and hard head. Mrs. Huang said she loved how long my penis was, reaching right into her heart.

Mrs. Huang then said, "Remember those videotapes you saw last time? Weren't they amazing?"

My wife and I nodded in agreement. Mrs. Huang then said to me, "We had so much fun just now, and my husband and I really want to record some exciting moments. Would you be willing?"

I said, "That's fine, but I've already done it twice tonight, I'm afraid I won't be able to!"

My wife also said, "Yes! My husband was great tonight. Usually, he's already asleep like a log after just one time."

Mrs. Huang laughed and said, "There's nothing wrong with that! I guarantee the two of you here..." "A man can get hard anytime, don't believe me? Let's try it now!"

My wife said. "I might believe Mr. Huang a little, but my husband! I know he's definitely powerless!"

I also said, "My wife is right, how about this? Tonight we'll film my wife and Mr. Huang first, and then film me and Mrs. Huang next time!"

Mrs. Huang said to me, "Okay, I'll film Ah Huang and your wife first, and then they can film us later. I don't believe you can't do it with me again!"

As she spoke, Mrs. Huang prepared to use her oral skills to make her husband regain his virility. My wife glanced at me and then said with a smile, "Mrs. Huang, let me do it!"

Mrs. Huang said, "Alright, you two can play the '69' position first! Let me film your oral sex as well."

So, my wife lay on her back on the bed, and Mr. Huang lay on top of her in the opposite direction, and the two began to perform oral sex on each other. Mrs. Huang also took out a video camera and filmed a pair of naked flesh.

My wife was no longer as shy as when she first arrived. She wasn't bothered by my presence; she would take Mr. Huang's penis entirely into her mouth one moment, then spit it out and lick it with her lips and tongue the next. Mrs. Huang

was even busier, filming her husband kissing my wife's vulva one moment, and filming my wife licking her husband's glans the next, thoroughly enjoying herself.

After a while, Mr. Huang and my wife officially began intercourse. They adopted various positions, and my wife blushed crimson from Mr. Huang's thrusts, moaning softly. She also twisted her waist and hips, desperately trying to bring her vulva closer to Mr. Huang.

Finally, Mr. Huang ejaculated inside my wife's vagina again. After withdrawing his penis, he deliberately tickled her armpits with both hands, causing my wife to tremble uncontrollably, and the semen dripped from her vaginal opening.

Then it was Mrs. Huang's turn. We started with the "69" position. Seeing Mr. Huang and my wife having sex earlier had already aroused me. Mrs. Huang sucked and sucked my penis, and I immediately became aroused.

At this point, Mr. Huang, holding a video camera, filmed my wife and me, occasionally reaching out to touch her naked body.

Then, I thrust my penis into Mrs. Huang's vagina. After filming for a while, Mr. Huang wanted to join in. He handed the camera to my wife, instructing her to continue filming, and then put his penis in Mrs. Huang's mouth for her to suck.

After a while, Mr. Huang and I switched positions. Finally, I ejaculated inside Mrs. Huang again, this time in her mouth. Mrs. Huang sucked desperately, trying not to swallow my semen. Mr. Huang made a copy of the videotape and gave it to us as a souvenir. Only then did my wife and I leave the Huang family home.

“How annoying! You’re still so passionate! It’s beyond normal!” my wife said.

“Still jealous? Then punish me tonight!” I said.

“Hmph! You’re so naughty!” my wife said.

We walked away hand in hand. As we walked, my manhood was still enjoying the afterglow of pleasure, and Mrs. Huang’s high-pitched moans still echoed in my mind, making my heart flutter. The feeling of her tightly enveloping and sucking my swollen penis was a different kind of pleasure that I couldn’t experience with my wife.

It was another Saturday, and my wife and I arrived at the Huang’s house on time. Mrs. Huang was not home, but we found another couple there. They were very young, both looking to be under twenty. I stared at the woman for a while and realized that she was the girl who had sex with Mr. Huang in the videotape last time. I couldn’t help but feel excited.

Mr. Huang immediately introduced us. It turned out that the two were a brother and sister, the brother’s name was Luo Bin, and the sister’s name was Luo Na. They were Filipinos. Mrs. Huang met Robin, who worked in a nightclub band, while traveling in the Philippines. Robin wanted to find work in Hong Kong, so Mrs. Huang invited him to visit. Robin brought his sister along. Now, Robin is a guitarist in the nightclub band, and his sister works as a maid in the Huang family. When the two siblings learned that Mr. Huang was interested in couples swapping, they found it interesting and joined the group.

Mr. Huang then said to me, "My wife won't be back for a while. Tonight, you and Rona will play in my suite, and your wife, Robin, and I will play in the living room." After

Mr. Huang finished introducing us, Rona immediately threw herself into my arms. This delicate and lovely girl was truly adorable. She was a mixed-race woman with a beautiful figure, a sweet face, and exceptionally fair skin.

Robin and Mr. Huang also went to my wife. They embraced her on both sides and helped her to sit on the sofa opposite them, immediately starting to undress her. In just a few moments, my wife was completely naked. Then they stripped naked as well, and, with their entourage, helped my wife into the bathroom.

Lorna smiled at me and said, "Let's go to the room!"

I nodded, and Lorna gently stretched out her arms, saying, "I want you to carry me!"

I gently picked Lorna up and carried her into the bedroom. Lorna immediately helped me undress. Then, I undressed her too, stripping her naked, and carried her into the bathroom.

We got into the bathtub, and Lorna let me hold her in my arms. My hands touched her breasts. Although Lorna was petite, her breasts were not small at all. Two soft, round mounds of flesh, and very elastic. Her nipples were also large, even larger than my wife's. I touched them for a while; her nipples hardened, and her breasts became swollen.

Lorna gently grasped my penis and said, "Your touch is making me so itchy, I really want you to put this meat stick inside me right now!"

I laughed and said, "In the water?"

Lorna nodded and said, "Let's play here first, then we can play slowly in bed!"

As she spoke, she spread her legs and straddled me, in a "sitting on the lap and swallowing the stick" position, Lorna's vagina was already enveloping my erect penis. Her vagina was very tight, and my penis was sucked in as soon as it entered. I asked, "Lorna, how do you feel?"

Lorna smiled and said, "Why ask? It's very comfortable!"

I said, "I've seen the videotape of you and Mr. Huang playing together, and I've always wanted to play with you. Now my wish has come true."

Lorna smiled and said, "Really? What do you like most about me?"

I stroked her delicate feet and said, "I love your small, delicate, white feet, and I also love your smooth, hairless vulva. Last time I saw the close-up shot of Mr. Huang's penis inside her in the videotape, my little brother immediately got hard!"

Lorna pressed her breasts against my chest and said, "Now, aren't we already having sex? Your penis is inside my vagina, I feel so full, it's so comfortable." Lorna

's breasts pressed against my chest excited me greatly, my heart was pounding, and I hugged her tightly and said, "Yes, I feel so good too, your baby is so good, I'm so impulsive, I might come very soon!"

“You don’t have to hold back! Just shoot inside! We have plenty of time, we can play around in bed later!” Rona said, starting to twist her waist and sway her hips, grinding her tight vagina around my penis. Under her active attack, I finally ejaculated inside her vagina.

Rona held me tightly for a while before getting up and leaving the bathroom with me, and we both climbed onto the soft bed. Rona stretched out her slender hands and gently massaged my body. Her touch was excellent, and after a while, I felt refreshed. Rona asked, “Do you want to see how your wife and the others are playing?”

I nodded, so Rona and I tiptoed to the bedroom door. I saw that my wife and the others had finished showering and came out of the bathroom, the three of them already naked and playing on the sofa. Mr. Huang and Luo Bin were standing, while my wife was kneeling on the floor, taking turns giving them oral sex. After a while, Mr. Huang went around to my wife’s back and inserted his thick, hard penis into her vagina, thrusting in and out. My wife was still sucking on Robin's penis.

Seeing my wife frolicking with two men, I suddenly felt a surge of desire. I eagerly pulled Rona back to bed and began to carefully admire her beautiful body inch by inch. Rona was full of youthful energy; her skin was incredibly elastic, especially her full breasts. Although my hands could easily knead and flatten them, they would immediately return to their original shape as soon as I let go. Rona

lay on her back on the bed, her two snow-white, tender legs raised high, eagerly welcoming my thick, hard penis into her tight vagina. I excitedly thrust wildly, and a blissful smile gradually appeared on Rona's face.

After a while, I changed positions. I got off the bed and lifted her legs to thrust. This way, I could not only insert my entire penis into Rona's vagina but also play with her cute little feet.

This time, I had sex with Lorna for a long time, thrusting into her until she was completely absorbed. Later, Lorna suggested trying the "69" position, and I finally ejaculated into her mouth.

I held Lorna and rested for a while when Mrs. Huang returned from outside. Seeing Mr. Huang and Luo Bin still working on my wife, she didn't disturb them, but took off her clothes and lay down next to me. She smiled and said to me, "Lorna's mouth is so tender! How many times have you done this?"

I smiled and said, "Twice already, Mrs. Huang, I'm afraid I can't satisfy you anymore!"

Mrs. Huang smiled and said, "Only twice! I believe you can definitely do it again!"

After saying that, Mrs. Huang took the soft, small penis into her mouth and sucked on it. Lorna also got up and joined in, her two warm little mouths and two wet, slippery tongues taking turns licking my glans and scrotum. Their tender white buttocks swayed in front of me, so I also inserted my fingers into their vaginas and probed.

In this position, I could see their vulvas very clearly. Mrs. Huang was indeed a veteran; her pubic hair was thick, and her vagina was slightly dark, but her opening wasn't loose at all, and it was layered and very alluring. Lorna's vulva could be described as having everything: color, aroma, and flavor. What was most special was that the area around her vulva was smooth and hairless, and her labia majora and pubic area were delicate and snow-white. When I was giving her oral sex earlier, my lips and tongue licking her vulva, I found it particularly smooth and lovely. I had seen her vagina in the bathroom earlier; it was pink, probably from my thrusting, and now it was a little red and swollen.

As I admired their private parts, Mrs. Huang stood up and straddled me, taking my penis into her hairy, fleshy opening. With her active thrusting, I finally ejaculated in her vagina.

That night, we all stayed at the Huang family's house. In the middle of the night, I woke up and went to the door. There was a large sheet spread on the living room carpet, and my wife was sleeping naked between Mr. Huang and Luo Bin. All three of them were naked. My wife's head was resting on the arms of the two men, each touching one of her breasts. My wife's vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid, and even her cheeks were covered in a translucent liquid; it seemed they must have fallen asleep exhausted the night before.

Looking back at the two women on the bed, Mrs. Huang was sleeping on her back, her vagina also overflowing with my semen, while Luo Na's sleeping posture was quite beautiful. I lay down between their naked bodies, contentedly embracing them on either side, and quickly fell asleep again. I slept until late morning. When I woke up, the Huangs were gone; they had left a note saying they'd gone to the company. My wife was still asleep, naked, embracing Luo Bin, and Luo Na was still asleep.

At that moment, I was wide awake, so I took my thick, hard penis and inserted it into the sleeping Luo Na's vagina. Luo Na woke up as I thrust into her, smiling and swaying her hips to meet my invading penis. We lingered for a while, and finally, I ejaculated into her vagina once more.

I consider myself well-connected, knowing many friends from different social classes, including many foreigners. For example, Watanabe Ichiro is one of my good friends. I met him through work, and we became friends, mainly because we shared similar interests, both enjoying spending our free time in brothels and being amorous playboys.

Watanabe Ichiro and I are both bachelors. He works alone in Hong Kong and doesn't have many like-minded friends. Meeting me, who speaks Japanese and enjoys having fun, naturally led to a close friendship.

A few days ago, Watanabe Ichiro told me that his girlfriend in Japan had been transferred to work in Hong Kong by her company. I thought he was going to find her a place to stay, but he later told me that her company had employee dormitories, so I didn't need to bother. He just wanted me to take some time out to teach his girlfriend Cantonese.

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

He asked me to be his girlfriend's Cantonese teacher for free, 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 that she was Japanese.

Momo has a delicate face and a slender figure, with a shapely bust and a graceful walk; she's simply a masterpiece of God. Ichiro, with such a girlfriend, still often goes out with me to find other women, which shows that men are never satisfied.

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

Ichiro is truly blessed to have such a beautiful girlfriend in this life; I'm both envious and jealous.

A few days later, Peach 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.

Peach's comprehension was quite high; after two or three visits, her Cantonese was better than Ichiro's. This shows how good Ichiro's Cantonese was.

A month later, Peach could speak simple Cantonese. She thanked me for my help and wanted to treat me to dinner, which I gladly accepted. After dinner, the three of us looked for entertainment. In the past, Ichiro and I would have gone to a nightclub, but with Peach there, of course, we couldn't. I suggested going to karaoke, but Ichiro said he didn't know how to sing Chinese songs, and suggested we go to his place for coffee and a chat instead.

I had no objection, and we chatted at Ichiro's house until late before leaving. Since Momo lived closer to my place, Ichiro asked me to drive her home.

When I drove her to the entrance of her building, she suddenly invited me to come up for a bit. 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 and elegantly furnished. Momo greeted me and asked what I would like to drink.

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

Peach sat across from me and we chatted. She asked me in broken Cantonese how well she spoke it now, and I praised her, saying it was excellent. This made her laugh heartily, and I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

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

Her delicate hand touched mine, and at that close range, a fragrant aroma emanated from her body. I secretly looked down from my vantage point and, peeking through her low-cut nightgown, I could see a deep cleavage beneath. Her sexy bra supported her full breasts, about two-thirds of which were exposed. Any man in this situation would have a normal physiological reaction, 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 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. Unexpectedly, Peach said 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 went behind me and started kneading my shoulders with both hands.

She did a very professional job. Although my shoulders weren't really sore, they felt very comfortable from her massage. I closed my eyes and enjoyed Peach's massage. After she finished my shoulder massage, Peach said, "Would you like a full-body massage to relieve fatigue?" I thought that only an idiot would say no.

Perhaps Japanese women are used to serving men, so they don't take this seriously. Peach told me to take off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. I wondered if she was deliberately teasing me, 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 wouldn't suffer any loss, so I took off 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 not have been able to withstand the stimulation and would have sprung up, making a complete embarrassment.

Peach started massaging my back; it seemed she really knew massage, not just messing around. Then she kneaded my hands, my knuckles cracking as she squeezed them. Since I had my back to her, I couldn't see her figure, and without visual stimulation, my distracting thoughts gradually disappeared, and my little brother obediently stopped getting erect.

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

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 hold back 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, unable to look at me. Her large breasts were now pressed against my chest, tightly against me. It was so wonderful—those elastic breasts, warm against my chest, massaging me with each rise and fall.

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, then pulled open her light pink bra, revealing a pair of firm breasts, easily thirty-six inches in size. Her large breasts pressed against my head, forcing me to bury my face in her cleavage. I stuck out my tongue and licked, tracing the cleavage upwards to her nipples. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked hard, Peach trembling and moaning. 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 vigorous I became. She twisted her waist violently, her cries growing louder and louder.

I reached down between her legs; her peach blossom cave was already overflowing. Her thin, light purple panties were soaked with her juices. I rolled her panties up like an elastic band, revealing her thick, dark triangle to my eyes. 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.

At this point, I changed positions, playing a 69 position with Peach. Peach took my penis and played with it, then put it in her mouth, licking it. Her small mouth swallowed and released my penis, her tongue teasing the tip, making me feel tingly and itchy, with an urge to ejaculate.

I wasn't to be outdone, bringing my head close to her vulva, stretching my tongue to tease her alluring opening, touching her sensitive spots, causing her to gush with vaginal fluid again. My tongue was exceptionally long, able to penetrate deep into Peach's narrow opening, her vaginal fluid getting all over my face. Her vulva had a special scent, but it was an exciting smell, not at all unpleasant to me.

Peach had swallowed most of my penis, which was already reaching her throat. If I let her keep it in her mouth, I was afraid I'd ejaculate inside her mouth the first time. 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 her from behind. Peach obediently lay on the sofa like a dog, and I aimed at her slightly parted labia and slowly inserted my thick penis. Her vagina was extremely tight, gripping me so well; I was completely inside her. Holding her large breasts in my hands, I felt incredibly satisfied, her juices flowing freely with each thrust. With each thrust, I reached her cervix, making her cry out in pleasure. I

charged in and thrust seventy or eighty times, and Peach had an 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 she was completely absorbed and satisfied, at which point I ejaculated without restraint. But then I remembered she wasn't my wife, so I withdrew my penis and ejaculated on her.

Peach's burning desire came and went quickly; she had reached orgasm before I had even exerted myself fully. 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 wash herself, 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 different. She quickly regained her strength, while my penis remained semi-erect, needing stimulation. Peach immediately helped me; she held my penis and rubbed it between her hands like she was starting a fire. The heat from her palms entered my penis, causing it to react. My penis gradually rose from a vertical angle, eventually pointing upwards, reaching about 80-90% hardness. Peach told me to spread my legs and straddle her, then place my penis against her two large breasts. My penis pressed against her cleavage, like a sausage sandwiched in a hot dog bun. This double-breast clamping technique wouldn't be as satisfying if the breasts weren't large enough. But Peach's large breasts were enough to envelop my penis, and my shaft was clamped between her breasts. Since the cleavage doesn't secrete lubricant like a vagina, pushing the penis forward is more difficult.

I asked Peach to add some lubricant to my penis, and she understood. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick my penis. She licked from the base upwards, making my penis wet, with saliva flowing down from the tip to the two small testicles at the base. I placed my penis back into Peach's cleavage, and she pushed her two breasts together, clamping my wet penis between them, allowing me to thrust freely.

My penis grew harder and harder under her tight grip, almost to its full potential. I lifted Peach's legs, spreading them apart on my shoulders, parted her thick pubic hair, aimed at her slightly parted labia, and thrust in. Peach let out a joyful cry, feeling full again. My fully inserted penis pressed against her cervix, and she clenched her fists tightly, moaning softly. I thrust forcefully a dozen times, Peach's head swaying back and forth, her mouth wide open. Perhaps she thought that the wider her mouth opened, the wider her vagina would open, fully accommodating my penis. She desperately arched her hips to meet my thrusts, her juices flowing freely, reducing friction, allowing me to thrust even more vigorously. This time, I thrust in and out over a hundred times, but she still hadn't reached her climax. 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 cried out in pleasure. After twenty or thirty more thrusts, she was completely entranced, as if in a frenzy, begging me to stop. But I ignored 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 was collapsing, releasing her vaginal fluid, and she fainted.

By then, I was almost there too, but I didn't want to ejaculate while she was unconscious. So I thrust a few more times, playing with her until she was exhausted, 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 indeed remarkable; even after multiple orgasms, she still wanted me to keep her coming back for more. As a result, I risked my life to accompany the beautiful woman, and we went at it again, a total of three times, before Peach finally let me go. On the third time, I was particularly persistent, bringing Peach to multiple orgasms while I remained fully erect. I jokingly said that Peach had gotten herself into trouble this time, making her relentless, and I wondered how she would handle it. Unexpectedly, Peach calmly took my penis into her cherry-like mouth, launching a verbal assault that easily defeated me, leaving her mouth full of semen. I never imagined Peach's libido was so strong; I wondered if Ichiro could handle it.

Having an affair with Peach made me feel guilty towards Ichiro, even though Peach had seduced me first, I was still the one in the wrong. After that, I told Ichiro that Peach's Cantonese was quite good now and she didn't need to come to my house for tutoring anymore. Ichiro thought I was too busy to teach Peach, so he didn't force me to continue teaching her Cantonese. To my surprise, Peach came up to me and asked if I was deliberately avoiding her. I was speechless for a moment. To be honest, Peach was too tempting. 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. But Peach said something that startled me. She smiled slightly and said that Ichiro already knew about it.

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

Peach seemed to notice my confusion. She explained the reason to me, and I suddenly understood why Ichiro didn't blame me. It turned out that Ichiro and Peach's open-mindedness was beyond my expectations. I had already experienced Peach's strong sex drive that night when we were intimate. Ichiro had been having some health problems lately and couldn't satisfy Peach's needs for the time being. He didn't want Peach to suffer from lust every night and have sleepless nights, but he was also uneasy about letting her find other men, fearing other troubles.

I was a friend he trusted, so I became his substitute to satisfy Peach's needs. When Peach said it, I realized why Ichiro hadn't been going out with me to find other women lately. At first, I thought it was because he was loyal to his girlfriend, and since Peach was by his side, he didn't touch other women anymore. It turned out there was another reason, and now the truth was clear. Ichiro asked me to tutor Peach in Cantonese, but he actually had another motive: to give her a chance to get close to me and then have sex with her, which was better than her having to hire a male prostitute. 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 have our "friendship" 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 fun. Peach arrived on time, and surprisingly, she came with Ichiro, which surprised me. 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 we shouldn't have "friendship" anymore. Not long after Ichiro and Peach sat down, Ichiro called me to the balcony, saying he had something to talk to me about. I guessed again: maybe he was too embarrassed to thank me in front of Peach, so he came to the balcony to say it!

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

Then why did he bring Momo up here? Did he want to watch me and Momo perform for him? This time I wasn't wrong; that was exactly what he meant. If possible, he'd like to share in some of it. Knowing his girlfriend slept with another man, he'd rather not see it, but he was so open about it, watching 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 tell me. He said it should be fine, Momo and I are so close, she'd agree.

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

Seeing her alluring demeanor, I was truly captivated. I pounced on her, first 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 unzipped my trousers, 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.

At this moment, Ichiro entered the room and saw Momoko and me warming up. 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 in. Ichiro's penis was limp and lifeless. Momoko was very patient, massaging Ichiro with her mouth, her tongue tracing the cleft at the tip of his penis. Ichiro

enjoyed Momoko's upper body, while I focused on her lower body. I kissed Momoko a few times through her panties, and Momoko's vulva, stimulated, began to secrete nectar. The honey-like fluid soaked through her small panties, revealing large patches of black pubic hair. I pulled off the barrier, revealing Peach's vulva, 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, Ichiro's penis didn't seem to be getting much better. 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, signaling me to intensify the contact. I slipped my tongue into her vagina, touching her sensitive spot, and nectar flowed out again.

Ichiro was really disappointing; his penis was still only semi-erect. Peach was simultaneously dealing with both me and Ichiro on the bed, but her attention was only focused on me. Because she knew that Ichiro was not someone to be relied upon in the short term, and she couldn't expect him to perform well. Unlike me, she had sparred with me many times and knew my strength. Her upper mouth held Ichiro's soft whip, while her lower mouth was aroused by my tongue. I wanted to conserve my strength, to bring Peach to her first orgasm with just my tongue, so I could have one less time. Ichiro rubbed Peach's nipples, more and more vigorously, until her light brown nipples visibly swelled and protruded, and she writhed violently.

Peach's juices flowed profusely, soaking my cheeks. Ichiro's soft whip remained in Peach's mouth, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't revive him; Ichiro's member remained unresponsive. I licked her vulva, my long tongue probing and teasing the sensitive granules inside. Her body convulsed as I teased her, and she experienced her first orgasm. As she reached her climax, Ichiro's penis was still in her mouth. She involuntarily tightened her lips, biting Ichiro's penis and making him jump in pain.

Once Momo relaxed, Ichiro pulled his penis out, noticing the clear teeth marks; Momo had indeed bitten him. Momo apologized to Ichiro, begging for forgiveness. Ichiro didn't blame her; it was his own fault for being so weak, a real man.

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

He hesitated, afraid of hurting his pride again, but also itching to try. At that moment, Ichiro took something from his folder, shaped like a large test tube. He told me it was a recently purchased aphrodisiac; the seller said 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 wanted to 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 use the device to make his penis stronger and firmer, while he would give

her oral sex. Momo readily agreed, and I sat and watched, sincerely wishing Ichiro success. After Ichiro instructed Momo on how to use the device, the two of them did the 69 position, each doing their own thing. Ichiro buried his face between Momo's legs, licking her labia with his tongue. Momo, in turn, used the large test tube to stimulate Ichiro's limp penis. She moaned softly as Ichiro licked her, still continuing to work on his penis.

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

Ichiro turned 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 she was grinning, welcoming Ichiro's entry. Ichiro's throbbing penis also longed to enter. Ichiro aimed at Momo's vagina and thrust in, inserting half of his penis inside. Momo let out a groan, and Ichiro thrust forward again with force, his entire penis completely inside.

Ichiro didn't immediately begin thrusting. Perhaps it had been a long time since he'd entered Momo's vagina, and he feared

he'd ejaculate after a few thrusts. So he wanted to linger a little longer, letting Momo's wet, slippery, narrow vagina envelop his penis, allowing him to enjoy the warm, soft pleasure. After pausing for about ten seconds, Ichiro slowly withdrew his penis slightly, then thrust it back in. The movements were slow and small; he dared not thrust wildly, only proceeding gradually, one thrust after another.

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

Ichiro had originally wanted to control the speed to prolong the time, but Momo found it too slow and not stimulating enough, so he yielded to her wishes and relinquished control. Ichiro lay on his back on the bed, and Momoko aimed her peach-like opening at Ichiro's still erect penis and inserted it. She pressed down, and it went all the way in. Her up-and-down movements were much faster than Ichiro's earlier movements. 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, his semen flowing out. Ichiro's penis quickly shrank and softened, sliding out of Momoko's vagina.

Momoko, at the crucial moment, was greatly disappointed that Ichiro had finished. Fortunately, I was ready to join in at any time. Having been stimulated while watching, my little brother was also erect and ready for battle. Ichiro's legs gave way and he fell from his 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, treating it as lubricant.

I thrust all the way in, pressing against Peach's cervix. Peach crawled 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 swelling and hardening. Peach even moaned and cried out in broken Cantonese. I thrust even harder, our genitals colliding with a slapping sound. Peach's juices flowed out again, seemingly endless, staining the bed. After fifty or sixty thrusts, Peach's cries grew increasingly frenzied, reaching a state of ecstasy. I held Peach's plump buttocks with both hands, my lower body thrusting forward forcefully, rising and falling, each thrust penetrating deep into her core. After I thrust into Peach over a hundred times, she finally broke down. Her vaginal muscles seemed to be collapsing, tightening and tightening, gripping my large penis so tightly that I was about to ejaculate. I quickly pulled my penis out of Peach's vagina, turned her over, and launched 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 to go for half a round, failing to bring Peach to orgasm, and he seemed a little frustrated. I comforted him, telling him not to be discouraged, and that he was improving each time. At first, when he put his penis in Peach's mouth and let her suck on it, he was completely useless, but the second time, with the help of a 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 we did it a third time, I believe I would have a chance to satisfy Peach. I praised his imposing stance, and Momo encouraged Ichiro to try again, hoping he would regain his confidence.

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

Momo came out of the bathroom, clean and tidy, and agreed with my suggestion. Then, Ichiro stood aside and watched. I went first, licking Peach's vulva vigorously with my tongue. Within minutes, she was dripping with lustful fluids again. This time, I started with the "old man pushing the cart" move—a traditional position, lacking in skill but undeniably effective. 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 like Ichiro with health issues. I was confident in my prowess in bed and could handle her.

Since I had agreed with Ichiro that I would only do half the job, I estimated the time was about right and turned her over, making her 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. When Ichiro's penis could barely stand up with the aid of the device, I immediately withdrew, letting Ichiro fill the gap. Having

pulled out halfway, I had nowhere to release my pent-up desire, so I shoved my violently throbbing penis into Momo's mouth. Momo opened her mouth wide and took my penis in, and I ejaculated freely inside her mouth, the hot semen shooting out and rushing into Momo's throat. She swallowed all of my semen, not wasting even a drop left on the tip, licking it clean. I was afraid that Momo would bite me when her muscles tightened, so after ejaculating, I quickly pulled my penis out of her mouth, not daring to let her hold it.

Peach had already been penetrated over a hundred times, and Ichiro was nearly there. After another thirty or forty thrusts, Peach let out a low growl and reached orgasm, while Ichiro hadn't even ejaculated yet. He could finally add fuel to the fire while Peach was in ecstasy, which was very helpful for his psychological recovery. Watching Peach reach orgasm and faint under his rod, his sense of heroism finally returned.

From that moment on, Ichiro's sexual ability slowly recovered, and Peach gradually no longer needed me as her temporary sex partner. The day before Peach and Ichiro's wedding, they thanked me profusely for my help and came to my house for a final celebration. That night, I saw Ichiro in his best condition. Then, he didn't join in, leaving me alone with Peach for our final, absurd encounter. Peach was exceptionally enthusiastic, spending the entire night with me. We both cherished this last night. Ichiro had already gone to the guest room and fallen asleep. But Peach and I, tirelessly, continued to intertwine our sexual organs again and again.

After that night, Peach 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, Peach would occasionally introduce me to Japanese women working in Hong Kong. From then on, I was even more overwhelmed.

A year later, Peach and Ichiro returned to Japan, but I soon got married.

After a few years of blissful life with my wife, we both began to feel that our sex life was a bit monotonous. So, in conversation, we mentioned the "sex partner swapping clubs" mentioned in magazines. My wife said that she would be willing if I was willing.

I had been reading about sex partner swapping in magazines for almost two years, and just reading the letters from various places was already very exciting. Seeing some husbands and wives having sex, or just some beautiful photos of wives half-naked or fully nude, was even more exciting. From these, I could feel that the sex lives of couples were really diverse.

I contacted a couple surnamed Huang, and at their enthusiastic invitation, I met with them in early May. When we first met, my main goal was to gauge whether our personalities were compatible with each other's. This was crucial, as it was a key factor in ensuring the smooth progress of our partner swapping.

"Honey, give me a kiss!" A few days before our invitation, my wife asked me in an unusually coquettish tone. It was probably because I had refused her too many times that she had become like this.

"Do you really want to?" I stroked my wife's body, and as I slipped my hand inside her panties, her vulva was already wet with fluid; she had clearly conveyed her sexual desire to me.

I pulled off her panties, buried my face between her two white, tender thighs, and brought my cheek close to her vulva. The protruding clitoris tempted me to lick it with my tongue.

"Ah! Husband, you're teasing me like this, I'm going to lose control!" my wife moaned, her love juices flowing freely, reaching my mouth through her tongue.

"Ah! So good!" she continued to groan. I inserted my index finger into her vagina, rotating it to caress and explore her vagina, her body trembling like waves.

"Wife! Let's do it the way you like!" I inserted all five fingers, stroking her, while stimulating her clitoris with my other hand.

"Ah! Ah!" My wife swayed violently from side to side, having reached her first orgasm. Her love juices were overflowing, wetting my palm.

"Fuck me! Husband, please, hurry up!" The continuous stimulation had made my wife unable to control herself. I loved her words. I replied, "I will, I'm going to fuck you!"

Her eager and passionate emotions continued to convey themselves to me.

"Ah! Ahh!" My wife's beast-like voice filled the room.

Around that time, I received an invitation from Mr. and Mrs. Huang. At that time, my work had just come to a temporary halt. My wife seemed inexplicably restless, and for various reasons, I accepted the invitation.

We entered the Huang family's living room, just like when we first entered. It was filled with interesting decorations everywhere. There were paintings, calligraphy, antiques, and other such items displayed in abundance. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah! Your taste is truly excellent!"

Mr. Huang smiled and said, "Ha, these things can all be bought with money. But there are some things that money can't buy! That's why partner swapping is so appealing to us."

These words made me feel that Mr. Huang was a kind-hearted and broad-minded person. What surprised us even more was Mrs. Huang's youth and her attitude towards partner swapping. She showed us many videotapes recorded on a video camera about partner swapping. Among them were tapes of Mr. Huang and his wife, Mrs. Huang and other men, and Mr. Huang and other women, almost countless partner swapping games. In those scenes, men and women were all naked, engaging in sexual intercourse and pleasure in various positions.

I saw a videotape showing Mr. Huang having sex with a girl who looked to be about 18 or 19 years old. The videotape was very well-made, with many close-up shots clearly showing Mr. Huang's penis inside the girl's vagina.

I found this videotape very interesting, but since I had just met Mr. Huang, I was too embarrassed to ask too many questions. After watching part of the videotape, we were amazed and then left Mr. Huang's house. That time, we didn't actually swap partners, but my wife's excitement was evident on her face.

On the way back, I said, "I didn't expect Mrs. Huang to be so young! They really know how to have fun!"

My wife laughed and said, "I think Mrs. Huang probably has a strong sex drive!"

I continued, "Aren't you the same?"

"You're so naughty!" My wife playfully hit me, but she seemed quite happy.

The day for the actual partner swap arrived. In the evening, the rain that had been falling all afternoon stopped, and a cool breeze made us feel refreshed. The windows of the Huang family's house were fully open, but there was no need to worry about being spied on, as the bedroom faced a vast, tranquil, and beautiful sea view.

"Wow! It's so beautiful!" my wife exclaimed upon entering the bedroom. The room was so luxurious, reflecting Mr. and Mrs. Huang's personal taste.

A television was placed in the room, and the lighting fixtures were arranged on either side, with the brightness controllable. There was a white table and four white chairs, as well as a beautiful wine cabinet; every design element exuded meticulous care.

On the double bed, Mrs. Huang, wearing only a semi-transparent bra, lay on it, her childlike lower body particularly captivating my gaze. She smiled and said to my wife and me, "You should take off your outer clothes too! It's more comfortable like this!"

"Ah! Wait a minute! I'll be shy!" my wife replied, looking down. Behind this statement lay the hidden meaning that what we were about to do was very pleasurable.

"Oh, sorry to keep you waiting!" Mr. Huang, wearing a long robe, came up. He opened a bottle of wine, creating some atmosphere for the game to begin; dimming the room lights would have been enough.

"Shall we begin?" he said in a serious, calm tone. Mr. Huang removed his outer robe, revealing his strong physique. He smiled at my wife and pointed to the sofa, saying, "You're not quite used to it yet, sit here and watch!"

Young Mrs. Huang seemed only excited when she was being shown off, but would she really make love in front of us? As I was thinking this, Mr. Huang began.

"I'll help you undress!" Mr. Huang used his hands to pull down his wife's only long underwear, like a parent changing a child's clothes. Then, using his thumb, he expertly pulled it off in one swift motion. Her snow-white skin had the luster and elasticity of a young girl.

My wife watched, holding her breath. Mr. Huang smiled and said to her, "If you can't hold back, you can start without restraint!"

Mr. Huang was truly gentle and considerate towards all women. Mrs. Huang lay naked on the bed, Mr. Huang covering her lips with his, while his right hand stroked her shoulder and his left hand caressed her from her breasts to her lower body.

Mrs. Huang's pubic area was smooth and hairless, so her private parts were completely exposed before my eyes, and the love fluid flowing from her made her lower body appear even shinier.

Mr. Huang said to me, "Look! It's already so wet."

"Ah! Ah!" Mrs. Huang's delicate voice was indescribable. It was almost like a sob.

Mr. Huang propped his wife up, reaching behind her to touch his hand that had returned to the front, and then raised and spread Mrs. Huang's fair thighs, exposing her vulva more clearly. His other hand deliberately spread her labia minora so that we could see part of the movement.

"No, please, I'll be shy." Mrs. Huang also blushed a little. The sticky fluid flowing from her fair and pinkish area was endless. Mr. Huang's fingers moved faster.

"Ah! So good!"

Mr. Huang began licking his wife's private parts with his tongue. My thighs felt like they were about to burst through my underwear. Under the light, Mrs. Huang, glistening with sweat, looked radiant.

At this moment, Mrs. Huang also grasped her husband's large, erect penis and began to gently pat it, then caressed and sucked it with her mouth. The fleshy thing went in and out of Mrs. Huang's mouth, and my wife watched intently.

"Honey, they're amazing!" my wife exclaimed, but I remained calm. I put my hand, which was holding my wife, inside her underwear, which was already wet.

"Ah! Ah!" Mrs. Huang cried out like a wild animal.

I urged my wife to look quickly. Mr. Huang's swollen penis was deeply inserted into Mrs. Huang's vagina, and he was thrusting back and forth at a very fast speed, making a strange sound. Mr. Huang's penis seemed very thick, hard, and powerful.

"Ah! I can't take it anymore!" Lying back with her legs draped over the man's shoulders, Mrs. Huang let out another alluring sound—the delicate prelude to climax after their union. She writhed, emitting a sound almost like a cry of pain. Her face was flushed, her eyes moist; the scene before me nearly pushed my limits of restraint to the breaking point.

Watching this scene filled both my wife and me with immense excitement. I pulled my wife close, suddenly kissing her, and quickly stripped off her clothes. My animalistic instincts had been aroused; I eagerly caressed her from her skirt to her breasts. I said, "Wife! Let's do it too!"

Then came the reckless action. I pulled off my wife's panties and quickly thrust my swollen penis deep into her vagina.

We sat on a chair, lifting her clothes to reveal her snow-white buttocks. With each thrust of her hips, my penis pressed against her. At the same time, she sucked on her nipples relentlessly.

"Ugh! Ah! Ah!" It turns out that one woman's cries, the sounds of orgasm, can stimulate another woman's behavior; they influence each other.

Mr. Huang's movements seemed never to stop, and the speed increased considerably. Mrs. Huang's vagina was already filled with fluid. Each insertion of my penis triggered an orgasm, causing intense spasms.

Affected, my wife said in an almost envious tone, "That's amazing, really impressive!"

What started as a two-person affair had now become a four-person affair. My wife, sitting on my lap, was moving wildly, almost exceeding my limit of endurance. My excitement also increased, and I danced in sync with my wife's movements.

"Ah! Ah! So good!" As my wife reached her climax, her vaginal muscles gripped my penis tightly.

It was clear Mr. Huang had also ejaculated inside her. While enjoying the pleasure, all four of us completely relaxed. We were no longer as awkward as before. Mr. Huang had withdrawn from his wife's body, and I saw milky white semen overflowing from her smooth, hairless vagina.

The Huang couple went to the bathroom to clean themselves. When they came out naked, my wife was still sitting in my lap, afraid my semen would spill out and stain the expensive sofa.

My wife asked Mrs. Huang to get her some tissues, and Mrs. Huang herself helped, using her delicate hands to cover the area where my wife and I were joined, separating my penis from her vagina. We also went to the bathroom to shower, then came out naked, took a glass of wine from Mrs. Huang, and sat down on the sofa with them.

“Mutual appreciation is also part of the exchange of sexual partners. The one watching develops a sense of empathy, creating a special excitement like watching adultery, while the one being watched becomes more familiar with each other through mutual influence.” This was Mr. and Mrs. Huang’s idea.

I listened to their grand pronouncements while drinking. At this moment, Mrs. Huang began to touch my wife’s genitals.

“Oh! Ah!” My wife couldn’t help but moan. She also caressed her body, and that action naturally caused my wife to open her legs, intoxicated by the caresses. A woman’s body is, after all, sensitive. Those small, white hands felt like they were touching flower petals, and my wife immediately became excited again. Mrs. Huang then pulled my wife onto the bed and began more intimate caresses. My wife relaxed and accepted her caresses.

Mrs. Huang then beckoned her husband over.

“Ah! So comfortable.” My wife did not refuse Mr. Huang’s caresses of her breasts. With Mr. Huang joining in, the three of them began their sexual game. My wife, lying on her back, seemed to eagerly accept Mr. Huang's tongue licking and kissing her breasts, and his hands caressing her thighs and even her vulva. Under Mr. and Mrs. Huang's caresses, my wife's body became bent over.

Mrs. Huang beckoned to me and said, "Come here too!"

I silently nodded, reaching behind Mrs. Huang to caress her breasts and rub her vulva; that area was already wet with lubrication again. Mrs. Huang left my wife and turned to me.

She knelt at my feet, grasped my semi-erect penis, and immediately took it into her mouth. Stimulated by this, it quickly became hard again.

Mrs. Huang continued to stroke it with her mouth, the intense stimulation causing my penis to swell and harden even more. At this moment, I saw Mr. Huang had already penetrated my wife's vagina, and he was vigorously shaking his body. He smiled at me when he saw me watching. Perhaps to give me a clearer view of his and my wife's intercourse, he lifted my wife's ankles, raising her two fair, pink legs high. Sure enough, I saw my wife's labia minora constantly flipping in and out during his frequent thrusts, and inside her was Mr. Huang's hard penis. Although I couldn't see her facial expression, I could see her toes were tightly pressed together, and I knew she was very aroused.

At this moment, Mrs. Huang suddenly spat my glans out of her mouth, panting, "So hard! You can put it in me now, ah! Please! Put it in my vagina quickly!"

So, next to Mr. Huang and my wife, in the same position, I deeply inserted my swollen and wet penis into Mrs. Huang's body. Mrs. Huang's area seemed to be sucking me in. I couldn't help but twist my waist and shake violently.

At this point, I could see my wife's face. Her eyes were tightly closed, her pretty face contorted in agony. Her hands gripped Mr. Huang's arm tightly; she often wore this expression during her most intense orgasms, indicating she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

"Ah! So good, so good! Go ahead and ejaculate! It doesn't matter, just go as far in as you can!" Mrs. Huang's moans drew my attention again. I saw she too had reached the brink of ecstasy. Finally, burning with passion, I ejaculated deep inside Mrs. Huang.

"Ah, ejaculate as much as you want! So good!" Mrs. Huang, like a floating duckweed, conveyed a message of pleasure through her spasms and the trembling I felt.

What a wonderful spectacle, from mutual observation to intense stimulation! This act of sexual exchange between husband and wife, a desire that had already achieved boundless satisfaction, might seem abnormal to onlookers. However, the undeniable fact is that this exchange fostered a more genuine and stable bond between husband and wife.

Naked communication, communication between partners in all its forms. In today's society, one of the most direct forms of communication is the world of sexual partner swapping.

We lay naked in bed talking, and after this physical and emotional encounter, all barriers between us had disappeared. Mr. Huang praised my wife's thick, fleshy, and juicy vulva, and my wife praised his penis for its large and hard head. Mrs. Huang said she loved how long my penis was, reaching right into her heart.

Mrs. Huang then said, "Remember those videotapes you saw last time? Weren't they amazing?"

My wife and I nodded in agreement. Mrs. Huang then said to me, "We had so much fun just now, and my husband and I really want to record some exciting moments. Would you be willing?"

I said, "That's fine, but I've already done it twice tonight, I'm afraid I won't be able to!"

My wife also said, "Yes! My husband was great tonight. Usually, he's already asleep like a log after just one time."

Mrs. Huang laughed and said, "There's nothing wrong with that! I guarantee the two of you here..." "A man can get hard anytime, don't believe me? Let's try it now!"

My wife said. "I might believe you if you said Mr. Huang, but my husband! I know he's definitely impotent!"

I also said, "My wife is right, how about this? Tonight we'll film my wife and Mr. Huang first, and then film me and Mrs. Huang next time!"

Mrs. Huang said to me, "Okay, I'll film Mr. Huang and your wife first, and then they can film us later. I don't believe you can't do it with me again!"

Saying that, Mrs. Huang prepared to use her oral skills to make her husband regain his virility. My wife glanced at me and then said with a smile, "Mrs. Huang, let me do it!"

Mrs. Huang said, "Alright, you two can play the '69' position first! Let me film your oral sex too."

So, my wife lay on her back on the bed, and Mr. Huang lay on top of her in the opposite direction. They began to perform oral sex on each other. Mrs. Huang also took out a video camera and filmed their naked bodies.

My wife was no longer as shy as when she first arrived. She didn't hold back because I was there. She would swallow Mr. Huang's penis whole and then lick it with her lips and tongue.

Mrs. Huang was even busier. She would film her husband kissing my wife's vulva and then film my wife licking her husband's glans. She was really busy and enjoying herself.

After a while, Mr. Huang and my wife had intercourse. They tried all sorts of positions. My wife blushed as Mr. Huang thrust into her, moaning softly. She also twisted her waist and hips, desperately trying to bring her vulva towards Mr. Huang.

Finally, Mr. Huang ejaculated inside my wife's vagina once again. After he withdrew his penis from my wife's vagina, he deliberately tickled her armpits with both hands, making my wife tremble and causing the semen to drip from her vaginal opening.

Then it was Mrs. Huang's turn. We also started in the "69" position. Seeing Mr. Huang and my wife having sex earlier, my heart was already aroused. Mrs. Huang sucked and sucked my penis, and I immediately became very aroused.

At this time, Mr. Huang held a video camera and filmed my wife and me, occasionally reaching out to touch his wife's naked body.

Then, I inserted my penis into Mrs. Huang's vagina and thrust in and out. After filming for a while, Mr. Huang wanted to join in. He handed the video camera to my wife, told her to continue filming, and then put his penis into Mrs. Huang's mouth for her to suck.

After a while, Mr. Huang and I switched positions. Finally, I ejaculated inside Mrs. Huang again, this time in her mouth. Mrs. Huang sucked desperately, trying not to swallow my semen. Mr. Huang made a copy of the videotape and gave it to us as a souvenir. My wife and I then left the Huang family home.

"How annoying! You're still so passionate! You've gone beyond usual!" my wife said.

"Still jealous? Then punish me tonight!" I said.

"Hmph! You're so bad!" my wife said.

We walked away hand in hand. As we walked, my manhood was still enjoying the afterglow of pleasure, and Mrs. Huang's high-pitched moans still echoed in my mind, making my heart flutter. The feeling of her tightly enveloping and sucking my swollen penis was a different kind of pleasure that I couldn't experience with my wife.

It was another Saturday, and my wife and I arrived at the Huang family home on time. Mrs. Huang wasn't home, but we noticed another couple there. They were very young, both looking to be under twenty. I stared at the woman for a while and realized she was the same girl who had sex with Mr. Huang in the videotape last time. I couldn't help but feel excited.

Mr. Huang immediately introduced us. It turned out the two were a brother and sister, the brother named Luo Bin and the sister named Luo Na. They were Filipinos. Mrs. Huang met Luo Bin, who worked in a nightclub band, while traveling in the Philippines. Luo Bin wanted to find work in Hong Kong, so Mrs. Huang invited him to visit. Luo Bin brought his sister with him. Now Luo Bin was a guitarist in a nightclub band, and his sister worked as a maid in the Huang family. When the two siblings learned that Mr. Huang was interested in couples swapping, they found it very interesting and joined the group.

Mr. Huang then said to me, "My wife won't be back for a while. Tonight, you and Luo Na will play in my suite, and your wife, Luo Bin, and I will play in the living room." After

Mr. Huang finished introducing us, Luo Na immediately threw herself into my arms. This delicate and lovely woman was truly adorable. She was a mixed-race woman with a beautiful figure, a sweet face, and remarkably fair skin.

Luo Bin and Mr. Huang also approached my wife, embracing her on either side, and helped her to the sofa opposite them. They immediately began undressing her. In just a few moments, my wife was completely naked. Then they too stripped naked, escorting my wife to the bathroom.

Luo Na smiled at me and said, "Let's go to the room!"

I nodded, and Luo Na gently stretched out her arms, saying, "I want you to carry me!"

I gently picked Luo Na up and carried her to the bedroom. Luo Na immediately helped me undress. Then, I undressed her as well, stripping her completely naked, and carried her into the bathroom.

We soaked in the bathtub, and Luo Na let me hold her in my arms. My hand touched her breasts; although Luo Na was petite and delicate, her breasts were by no means small. Two soft, round mounds of flesh, very elastic. Her nipples were also large, even larger than my wife's. I touched them for a while; her nipples hardened, and her breasts swelled.

Lorna gently grasped my penis and said, "You're making me so itchy; I really want you to put this rod inside me right now!"

I laughed and said, "In the water?"

Lorna nodded and said, "Let's play here first, then we'll play slowly in bed!"

Saying this, she straddled me, adopting a "sitting and swallowing" posture, and my erect penis was already enveloping Lorna's vagina. Her vagina was very tight; my penis was sucked in as soon as it entered. I asked, "Lorna, how do you feel?"

Lorna smiled and said, "Why ask? It's very comfortable!"

I said, "I've seen the videotape of you and Mr. Huang playing together, and I've always wanted to play with you. Now my wish has come true."

Lorna smiled and said, "Really? What do you like most about me?"

I stroked her delicate feet and said, "I love your small, delicate, white feet, and I also love your smooth, hairless vulva. Last time I saw the close-up shot of Mr. Huang's penis inside her in the videotape, my little brother immediately got hard!"

Lorna pressed her breasts against my chest and said, "Now, aren't we already having sex? Your penis is inside my vagina, I feel so full, it's so comfortable." Lorna

's breasts pressed against my chest excited me greatly, my heart was pounding, and I hugged her tightly and said, "Yes, I feel so good too, your baby is so good, I'm so impulsive, I might come very soon!"

“You don’t have to hold back! Just shoot inside! We have plenty of time, we can play around in bed later!” Rona said, starting to twist her waist and sway her hips, grinding her tight vagina around my penis. Under her active attack, I finally ejaculated inside her vagina.

Rona held me tightly for a while before getting up and leaving the bathroom with me, and we both climbed onto the soft bed. Rona stretched out her slender hands and gently massaged my body. Her touch was excellent, and after a while, I felt refreshed. Rona asked, “Do you want to see how your wife and the others are playing?”

I nodded, so Rona and I tiptoed to the bedroom door. I saw that my wife and the others had finished showering and came out of the bathroom, the three of them already naked and playing on the sofa. Mr. Huang and Luo Bin were standing, while my wife was kneeling on the floor, taking turns giving them oral sex. After a while, Mr. Huang went around to my wife’s back and inserted his thick, hard penis into her vagina, thrusting in and out. My wife was still sucking on Robin's penis.

Seeing my wife having fun with two men, I suddenly felt a surge of desire. I couldn't wait to pull Rona back to bed and begin to carefully admire her beautiful body inch by inch. Rona was full of youthful energy; her skin was incredibly elastic, especially her full breasts. Although my hands could easily knead and flatten them, they would immediately return to their original shape as soon as I let go.

Rona lay on her back on the bed, her two snow-white legs raised high, eagerly welcoming my thick, hard penis into her tight vagina. I excitedly thrust wildly, and a blissful smile gradually appeared on Rona's face.

After a while, I changed positions. I got out of bed and lifted her legs to thrust. This way, I could not only insert my entire penis into Rona's vagina, but also play with her cute little feet.

This time, Rona and I had sex for a long time, thrusting into her until she was completely absorbed. Later, Rona suggested playing the "69" position, and I ejaculated into her mouth.

I held Rona and rested for a while, when Mrs. Huang returned from outside. Seeing Mr. Huang and Luo Bin still attacking my wife, she didn't disturb them, but took off her clothes and lay down next to me. She smiled and said to me, "Rona's mouth is so tender! How many times have you done this?"

I smiled and said, "Twice already, Mrs. Huang, I'm afraid I can't satisfy you anymore!"

Mrs. Huang smiled and said, "Only twice! I believe you can do it again!"

After saying that, Mrs. Huang took my soft penis into her mouth and sucked on it. Rona also got up and joined in, her two warm little mouths and two wet, slippery tongues taking turns licking my glans and scrotum. Their tender white buttocks swayed in front of me, so I inserted my fingers into their vaginas and probed them.

In this position, I could see their vulvas very clearly. Mrs. Huang was indeed a veteran; her pubic hair was thick, and her vagina was slightly darker, but her opening wasn't loose at all, and it was layered and extremely alluring. Rona's vulva could be described as having everything: color, aroma, and flavor. What was most special was that the area around her vulva was smooth and hairless, and her labia majora and pubic area were delicate and snow-white. When I was giving her oral sex earlier, my lips and tongue licking her vulva, and I found it particularly smooth and lovely. I had seen her vagina in the bathroom earlier; it was pink, probably from my penetration, and now it was a little red and swollen.

As I admired their private parts, Mrs. Huang stood up and straddled me, taking my penis into her hairy opening. Under her active thrusting, I finally ejaculated in her vagina.

That night, we all stayed at the Huang family's house. In the middle of the night, I woke up and went to the door. There, on the living room carpet, was a large sheet, and my wife was sleeping naked between Mr. Huang and Luo Bin. All three of them were naked. My wife's head was

resting on the arms of the two men, each touching one of her breasts. Not only was her vagina overflowing with vaginal fluid, but her cheeks were also covered in a translucent liquid; they must have fallen asleep exhausted the night before. Looking back at the two women on the bed, Mrs. Huang was sleeping on her back, her vagina also glistening with my semen, while Luo Na's sleeping posture was quite beautiful. I lay down between their naked bodies, contentedly embracing them on either side, and quickly fell asleep again. I slept until late morning. When I woke up, Mr. and Mrs. Huang were gone; they had left a note saying they had gone to the company. My wife was still sleeping naked, embracing Luo Bin, and Luo Na was still asleep.

Now, I was full of energy, so I took my thick, hard penis and inserted it into the sleeping Luo Na's vagina. Lorna woke up as I thrust into her body. She smiled and swayed her hips to meet my invading penis. We lingered together for a while, and finally I ejaculated into her vagina once again.

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