Let's play double flight

Playing threesomes
without reservation is called youth; not explaining is called composure; never letting go is called true love; imperfection is called life! I never expect my life to be perfect, just as I never expect it to be.

Between men and women, gain and loss, holding hands and letting go, the distance is very short, separated only by a layer of underwear. After gently removing that thin veil of modesty, we are all beasts! When I look at the works written by the masters, I smile with a hard-on. Life is like this, and so are men and women, nothing more.

But we all need experiences, we need to share, we need a firm penis or a wet pussy… Why not write down my past and share it with everyone? I'll try to remain objective and truthful in my descriptions of the joys and sorrows, but I reserve the right to distort the truth due to fading memories.

After all, this is a novel.

Let's start with the most recent ones, as they'll be fresher and more authentic.

1. Who is that man above? I won't mention my industry, but our clients are generally quite wealthy because our products are valuable; I won't mention the time and place, as it's irrelevant.

My job is sales management, with a small sales team under me. This team of idiots can do everything except sales.

This meant that in addition to managing the team, I also had to occasionally discuss business to help those guys meet their performance targets, while also giving myself a more sensitive sense of the market.

In March of this year, I was visiting a local office in a prefecture-level city in the south. I inadvertently saw a phone number on a product listing and, out of professional habit, dialed it. After a rough "hello" came through, a woman's shrill voice suddenly shouted from afar, "Hang up, hang up now!" The rough voice also seemed distant, and I could hear it panting, saying, "I won't hang up, I won't hang up, I won't hang up..." These three words were like a rhythmic sign, accompanied by the rhythmic "I won't hang up, I won't hang up," and the dull thuds of flesh colliding told me that a life-or-death struggle was taking place over there.

I thought to myself, this person is quite interesting, not idle even in the middle of the day.

This was my first time experiencing a phone call like this, and I was quite intrigued. I listened intently for about two minutes before the call ended… Listening to others reach climax while I held back my ejaculation was a very conflicted feeling.

I called the hotel reception to ask if they offered any massage services. They said they were all on break.

Helpless, I washed my face with cold water and went downstairs for lunch.

In the afternoon, I met a male client for tea. Business between men is usually about alcohol, sex, money, and power. Perhaps I was feeling anxious that day, because we talked mostly about sex.

The client was also a womanizer, listing all the women he'd been with, and we got along very well.

Before leaving, the client gave me the phone numbers of several people in the industry. I took notes while asking some specific questions. Suddenly, I noticed the number I had called at noon that had been making me anxious. My heart skipped a beat for no reason, but I casually pointed to the number and asked, "What's this boss's name?" To my surprise, the client suddenly said lecherously, "Her name is Liu Li, and she's a beauty!" A beauty?! Who was that rough voice? There are already few women in our line of work, and even fewer beauties who can make a womanizer suddenly lecherous.

I casually asked some more routine questions, but I couldn't control my erection. The excitement was sudden and hard, like I had unexpectedly witnessed a passionate sexual encounter, and I had participated in it.

After the client left, I sat in the teahouse, imagining this woman named Liu Li, imagining her in heat, her high-pitched voice, her legs spread beneath me… These chaotic thoughts were like aphrodisiacs, making me feel hot and restless, unable to suppress my desire.

I remember a saying: "What we fear is not turning to ashes, but having nowhere to burn."

I'm definitely not a novice in this area; after more than ten years of being surrounded by women, I haven't been blinded by temptations. I'm confident in my composure, and reason told me I should first think about how to make the call and determine the steps for reconciliation, but that day I just couldn't calm down.

Later, I forced myself back to my room and used my penis for a long time before I started to regain some composure.

It's actually quite a strange story. A woman I'd never met, a passionate phone call, a client of a womanizer, a time when he was looking for a date after a break in his schedule... That's how it started with Liu Li and me. The next morning, I called her with a different number, introduced myself, and she said, "Come over for a face-to-face meeting." Her voice wasn't as high-pitched as yesterday; it was quite pleasant.

I found out which company she worked for and went there.

The receptionist led me to her office. Just as we reached the door, a shrill voice came from inside: "What kind of service is this? I've made several calls and nobody cares..." The voice was the same as the one I'd heard on the phone yesterday. I glanced at the receptionist, who gave me a wink and whispered, "Sister Liu's computer can't connect to the internet, it's okay."

I knocked and went in. A woman in business attire stood in front of her desk with a phone. Seeing us enter, she pointed to the sofa, indicating I should sit down.

The window was behind her, casting light that obscured her face, but her features were soft.

This made me a little nervous, especially since I'd come with ulterior motives and she seemed to be in a bad mood.

Thankfully, she quickly hung up the phone and smiled at me.

Now I could see clearly; she was indeed a beautiful woman, with a bright smile.

I suddenly felt a stirring in my lower body, which added to my nervousness.

This kind of situation is quite rare these days; I've always thought my skin was as thick as a city wall, impenetrable by any arrow.

In my panic, I blurted out, "What's wrong?" It was an extremely inappropriate opening line; if my colleagues heard it, they would laugh their heads off. She paused slightly and said, "The computer can't connect to the internet..." I then blurted out, almost without thinking, "Let me take a look? I studied computer science in college..." I did study computer science in college, but heaven knows I was only a half-baked expert.

The consequence of this casual exchange was that when I sat down at her desk and pretended to fiddle with things, the mouse danced wildly, but the network still wouldn't connect.

Just as I was about to give up, I suddenly realized the wireless router wasn't plugged in. Good heavens, I knew that! I plugged in the cable, the lights came on, and the network was working again.

Suppressing my excitement, I calmly said to her, "The network is working, but the computer is a bit slow. Would you like me to optimize it for you?"

This experience taught me that expertise is still useful, even if you're not an expert for half your life; just occasionally being a little bit specialized can be significant.

Sure enough, she was very happy to hear this, repeatedly saying yes, her attitude noticeably more enthusiastic.

I then used 360 Security Guard to optimize it a little, and the boot speed was indeed greatly improved.

The rest of the chat went much more smoothly. We talked about products, after-sales service, and everyday things. Putting aside my ulterior motives, it was a very successful visit.

As I was saying goodbye, I suddenly remembered she had QQ on her computer, so I suggested she add me on QQ, saying I could help her online if she had any more computer problems.

I ended with a joke, saying, "I'm a very useful person; I can fix computers."

The joke itself wasn't funny, but it created a very pleasant atmosphere.

Back at the hotel, I turned on my computer and went online. A friend request kept flashing, and my mood was all over the place. Hehe.

Next came online chatting. It's the same old routine: from simple to complex, from basic to advanced, like applying Sun Tzu's Art of War and the Thirty-Six Stratagems one by one. If a mature woman is willing to listen to your online banter, it means she at least doesn't dislike you. If she listens to about a third of your strategies, she generally has a strong liking for you.

I've been doing online chatting for years and have mastered various techniques. As for how to pick up mature women online, I'll write another story later.

Anyway, that's how Liu Li and I transitioned from real life to online, from casual acquaintances to chatting about life.

After a few casual attempts, we eventually talked about sex, but it all remained purely technical. A month passed just like that.

2. Are you trying to dehydrate me? One night around 9 PM, she called to ask if I was on a business trip; she had arrived in my city.

Friends come, there's fine wine; clients come, there are beautiful women; and for female clients, of course, fine wine comes first, then the advances.

While drinking at the bar, I looked into her alluring eyes and knew good things were about to happen.

Listening to music, I was thinking about how to get her flushed quickly.

After all, she was an important client; after all, we hadn't crossed that line yet; after all… there were too many things to discuss, I couldn't be too presumptuous. The proper courtship is important, my fellow wolves.

After finishing a bottle of Chivas Regal, she blushed and patted her head, saying with a flirtatious look, "I really can't go back anymore."

Such an obvious signal, how could I let it pass? I offered to take her back to her hotel. She blushed and said, "No need, I can get back, it's not far..." Her voice was soft, and she seemed hesitant to refuse. I ignored her and firmly said, "Absolutely not! How can I feel at ease if you do that!" When we got to the hotel lobby, she struggled a bit and said, "I'm at the hotel now, you should go back and rest. Thank you."

I remained unmoved. What's the point of resting if I can't get my hands on such a tempting offer?

I told her more firmly, "I absolutely have to take you upstairs."

I took her hand and we entered the elevator. She was a little embarrassed. She pressed the button for her floor, and the elevator went up quickly. I knew that at the end was a feast of desire. This woman, who smelled of alcohol and perfume, would soon be writhing and pleasuring me. I was going to use my rough penis, smeared with her nectar, to mercilessly pierce the depths of her heart... Just as I was lost in these thoughts, the elevator suddenly stopped, and I felt a distinct downward pressure. She cried out and grabbed me. I turned around and hugged her back. With a "ding," we arrived at our floor.

I swiped the card to open the door, but the hallway light wasn't on. In the darkness, I pulled her into my arms, my lips searching for hers. She fumbled to close the door before leaning in for a long, intoxicating kiss, the subtle scent of Chivas Regal mingling with the aroma.

The alcohol and the kiss stimulated my senses, my lower body stiff and hard as iron.

I pressed against her pubic bone, gently rubbing against her, one hand slipping inside her clothes, precisely grasping the clasp of her bra. With a gentle squeeze, the clasp popped open, freeing her ample breasts, making me feel a jolt in my chest, like fireworks suddenly bursting open.

She held me, breathing softly, saying, "I can't stand anymore, I can't stand anymore..." and then slid down to the floor.

I pounced on her on the carpet and kissed her nipple precisely. My hand slipped inside her pants, finding a pair of thin, slippery panties. The panties were incredibly smooth, and I gently rubbed my middle finger in circles on the outside.

Her hand was also fumbling for the unbuckled belt, grasping my penis and gently stroking it, murmuring incessantly.

I pressed my middle finger against her panties, and through the fabric, I touched her clitoris. She let out a soft moan and said, "Put it in quickly!" I laughed and asked, "Don't you want foreplay?" She gripped my penis tightly and said, "I don't want foreplay, I just want this."

I understood the needs of this mature woman. I reached down and pulled down her pants, then took off her panties, grabbed a handful of her pubic hair, and said, "The floor is dirty, get on the bed."

She obediently sat up, then lay back down and said, "I want you to hold me."

I quickly pulled off my own pants, picked her up, found the bed in the dark, and threw her onto it.

She'd barely uttered a sound when I pounced on her like a wolf, roughly spreading her legs and thrusting my erect penis inside. She cried out again, "It hurts! It hurts! Slower, slower!"

Her vagina was wet, but my penis was dry. It definitely hurt a little when I first entered, but when I pulled out and thrust back in, there was no resistance.

A warm sensation enveloped my penis as I pressed tightly against the opening of her urethra deep inside her vagina.

She held my buttocks tightly with both hands.

We remained motionless, pressed together like that.

The woman on the phone, the woman the client spoke of, the woman throwing a tantrum in the office, the woman gushing in the bar—she had finally become the woman beneath me.

I asked her, "Do you like it?" She nodded silently. In the darkness, only the colors of night remained—wild, brutal, lewd, wanton…we would try them all.

I thrust in and out with nine shallow strokes followed by one deep one. Her vagina was full of moisture; it was narrow, confining my penis, her buttocks twitching upwards.

This nine-shallow-one-deep thrusting prevented her desire from being fully released, further arousing her. With each deep thrust, she would press herself against me, preparing to accept the frenzied ravaging, but the slowly withdrawing penis forced her to give up again and again.

Her moans began to grow urgent, like an alarm blaring on a fire. Her small hands gripped my buttocks tightly.

He kept urging, "Faster, faster..." but I remained calm and continued until my hands began to give way, then I thrust deeply into Liu Li's vagina and lay on top of her.

Liu Li probably thought I was about to exert myself, and she shuddered with excitement. I felt a tightening in my lower body, and her hands gripped even tighter. I knew she had reached her climax, and I began to thrust forcefully.

At the moment of a woman's climax, what she needs is not empty or gentle caresses, but a relentless, penetrating thrust.

The nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one became a full-force attack. With my weight on my body, I pushed my penis against her cervix again and again. Her voice began to change, her once melodious voice breaking, and her cries becoming somewhat disordered.

"Husband, husband, hurry, hurry, hurry, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, hurry up and fuck me, hurry up and fuck me, ah..." A long, high-pitched scream followed, and then everything fell silent.

I got out of bed, found her room card, and inserted it into the slot.

The lights came on, and in the soft light, the clothes on the carpet showed the frenzy of just moments before. A pungent, fishy smell filled the air, and a fair-skinned woman lay on the bed, panting, her legs spread wide.

I went to the bedside, and she smiled weakly at me, saying, "You're too strong, I need to rest." I

silently held her and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept; it seemed like I had a dream.

In my dream, I felt a small hand teasing my still-erect penis, arousing me intensely. Suddenly, I heard a soft laugh and woke up.

I saw Liu Li with long hair, one hand drawing circles on my chest, the other gently stroking my erect penis. Her eyes were glazed, her face flushed a mixture of wine red and excited red.

I watched her intently, enjoying her caresses. I

thought to myself, "This woman's libido is truly extraordinary now that she's thirty."

I simply closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After teasing her for a while, she withdrew her circling hand and began kneading her full breasts.

Her breasts were typically firm and perky, almost too big to hold.

It's rare to see breasts like that at thirty that haven't sagged; perhaps this was due to her constant, meticulous care.

Gradually, I heard her hissing as she inhaled, seemingly enjoying it.

I was secretly delighted; watching this live sex act only heightened my desire.

I suppressed the urge to have sex with her, closing my eyes a slit, watching her hands, kneading her breasts, slowly move down to her genitals, probably rubbing her clitoris. I could only hear her inhaling louder and louder.

Although I couldn't see what her hands were doing, I could clearly feel her aroused by touching herself.

When her inhalations were accompanied by occasional sudden tremors, I knew she was nearing her limit.

Sure enough, she looked up at me and saw that I was still unconscious.

She gently shifted her body, extending one of her fair legs, and squatted down on me with her back to me. One hand grasped my penis, and the other perhaps parted her labia. She slowly sat down.

I felt my penis slowly sink into a quagmire, hot, slippery, yet with a tight, pressing sensation.

I opened my eyes and looked at her, her head bowed, her smooth back swaying.

My penis was shallowly inserted into her vagina. She seemed afraid of waking me, so she didn't sit fully on my hips each time, making the movement somewhat laborious and preventing deep penetration.

After a while, seemingly unsatisfied, she glanced at me again. I quickly closed my eyes, only feeling her buttocks slowly settle onto my lower abdomen.

My glans touched a hard clitoris; I knew that was her cervix.

She gently rubbed it, the speed increasing, her breathing gradually rising.

I felt the time was right, and suddenly sat up and hugged her.

She cried out in surprise, jumped to the other side of the bed, and looked at me in alarm. She was

probably a little dazed.

I chuckled inwardly, but with a straight face, I said a vulgar thing to her: "Is your pussy itchy?" She nodded dumbly, repeating, "My pussy itchy!" Only after saying it did she realize how indecent it was, and her face flushed, showing a hint of anger.

I flipped her over and grabbed her, gritting my teeth as I said, "If your pussy is itchy, let me stop the itching."

She resisted in a panic, but I was much stronger than her. I flipped her into a doggy-style position, and thrust my erect penis into her wet, horny pussy.

I hadn't ejaculated the previous time, and I was well-rested, so my thrusts were even more powerful. I gripped her hips with both hands and thrust violently. She screamed incessantly like a wound-up clock, her voice going from high-pitched to broken, her words fragmented, "You're so strong, I like it, I like it, faster, faster, my pussy is so itchy."

I suddenly stopped thrusting and shouted at her, "What did you say?" She hissed, "I... my pussy is itchy, my pussy is itchy, my pussy is itchy... fuck me now."

I resumed my vigorous movements, growling softly as she kept saying, "My pussy is itchy, my pussy is itchy..." teasing me until I gradually lost control.

I yelled, "I'm going to cum!" She quickened her pace, thrusting her hips back faster, the sounds of our bodies slapping together mingling with our cries, and I ejaculated.

She moved a few more times, trembling.

I gritted my teeth and waited for her to slow down before we both collapsed onto the bed.

It was a successful sexual encounter; our orgasms came in perfect sync.

Afterwards, she ignored the semen inside her, snuggled into my arm, and we both fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, Liu Li was still fast asleep.

The room curtains weren't fully drawn, and through the outside light, I saw her face, still flushed with the scent of spring. Her skin was still firm, her eyebrows lightly drawn, alluringly shaped, her eyelashes long and thin, accentuating her overly straight nose. A slight smile played at the corners of her lips, curving them into a beautiful arc, but the fine lines around her eyes betrayed her aging.

I gently moved my arm, which had been pressed against my skin all night, and she naturally moved her head away.

The room temperature was just right; we had already kicked the blankets off the bed.

Her legs were wide open, her pubic area exposed. Her pubic hair was sparse, long, and soft. I gently touched it with my finger, and I heard her breath catch for a moment before returning to its steady rhythm.

I stared at her slightly darkened labia majora, momentarily lost in thought.

I remember many years ago, when I was a naive teenager, I explored women's genitals through various channels, encountering all sorts of bizarre and grotesque patterns, fragmented and erotic, yet unable to form a clear and direct image.

These vague and hazy feelings have gradually faded away.

What I can't forget is that chaotic passion—what a passion it was, with nowhere to escape, nowhere to be released.

I know that feeling; it's called youth.

Now, when I look at Liu Li's snow-white, slender legs and the dense forest at the base of her thighs, I feel like an empty bottle, pure and transparent.

Sex is a wild flower; when it's budding, it's a mysterious invitation; when it's in full bloom, it's a frenzied feast.

Last night's storm has finally subsided. Only the scattered tissues and clothes under the bed testify to the night we've been through. Liu Li was very wet, and she kept wiping herself with tissues during the act.

She hugged my buttocks, pinched my skin, and licked my nipples, constantly muttering, "You're going to make me dehydrated, you're going to make me dehydrated."

3. b, b, b itchy again! When I got out of bed, I felt a little weak in the legs. I held onto the wall as I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face, and take a shower. Looking at my limp little brother, I felt a strange emptiness in my heart.

Time is like a boning knife, gradually scraping away the vibrant, throbbing, and passionate moments, leaving only this soft, easily held piece of flesh.

My stomach is a little hungry, and glancing at the time, it's already 5 PM. I'm a bit surprised that the hotel hasn't come to clean or ask me to extend my stay.

There's a fruit platter in the room, with plums, apples, grapes, and other things.

After eating a few, I was still hungry, so I patted Liu Li's bottom and asked her to go eat something. She closed her eyes and groaned softly a few times, saying, "I want to sleep, you go eat."

After going downstairs and eating some noodles, she brought back a plate of fried rice. When she opened the room door, she noticed a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the lock. Women are indeed more perceptive than we are.

Last night, at that crucial moment, she actually thought of closing the door and putting up a sign.

Looking at this sleeping woman named Liu Li on the bed, I couldn't imagine that she could be so thirsty.

I gently put down the lunchbox, grabbed the blanket and covered Liu Li with it. Her narrow, lace panties, wrapped in the blanket, lay on the floor like a black flame, inadvertently reigniting my emotions. I spread her legs and gently rubbed her clitoris with my index finger moistened with saliva. She shifted uncomfortably, her vagina gradually becoming moist.

I picked up a plum from the table, dipped it in her vaginal fluid, and rubbed it incessantly at the entrance of her vagina.

More and more vaginal fluid flowed, her pink labia minora parted, like a clam opening its mouth, taking the purplish-red plum into its mouth. The fluid trickled down her shallow cleft onto the blanket, wetting the sheet in a small circle. I used my middle finger to guide the purplish-red plum, slowly inserting it into her vagina, little by little. Her labia minora opened and closed, the plum gradually penetrating deeper.

Liu Li was slightly out of breath, her brows furrowed tightly.

Only after the plum was completely swallowed did she relax and fall into a deep sleep again.

I played by myself for a while longer, then drowsiness came over me, and I drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

When I woke up again, Liu Li was twisting my ear, spreading her snow-white thighs, pointing at her genitals, and saying to me with a half-smile, "Look!" I was a little dazed, so I put my mouth to kiss her genitals. It was still wet, and the vaginal fluid was a bit salty. I asked her blankly, "What's wrong?" "What do you mean, what's wrong? Why are you stuffing all sorts of things down there?" Liu Li twisted a little harder.

I was still somewhat dazed and asked, "Where do I put it?" She took my fingers, thrusting her vulva forward for me to touch, saying, "You said where do I put it, you said where do I put it."

My hand finally reached the plum, and moved it deeper into her vagina. I heard her scream "Ah!" and she started to convulse, arching her back and pressing it against my penis, moaning and screaming, "B, b, b, it's itchy again, hurry, hurry and fuck me!" Before the screaming stopped, the plum spurted out of her vagina, and she went limp again.

It wasn't until her breathing calmed down that I fully came to my senses.

I smiled teasingly at her and asked, "What happened to you just now?" She weakly reached out and lightly slapped me.

Her eyes were alluring, her face flushed, and she seemed intoxicated.

I picked up the plum I had just sprayed on the bed, took a bite, and found it sticky with a slightly fishy taste.

She laughed and whispered, "Don't eat it, it's dirty."

I chewed harder, saying, "You're clean all over, especially your pussy," and then mimicked her earlier moan, "B, b, b itches, b itches again..." She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, her eyes brimming with seductive charm, and snatched the plum from me, taking a bite herself.

4. You slept with my woman, so I'll sleep with you! Liu Li came to buy supplies. The PR girl in bed arrived faster than anything else; she directly ordered our company's products. When she left, she was like a reluctant bride, unwilling to part.

I watched her car disappear into the sunset, and a sudden sense of loss washed over me.

It really had been a long time since I'd encountered such a alluring and beautiful young woman. In three days of intercourse, apart from her body, I felt completely unfamiliar with her, as if we'd never met before.

This world is always like this, making things that should be familiar strange, and things that should be strange intimate.

I walked with slightly weak legs and smiled softly at the air.

Some things are always worth reminiscing about. Besides making love, Liu Li and I would occasionally talk in bed. She refused to tell me everything. When I asked about the gruff voice I'd heard on the phone last time, her expression suddenly turned strange. She smiled and said, "You'll know later."

Yes, all secrets are laid bare before time.

As long as we continue our relationship, what is there that remains unknown? When I heard that gruff voice a second time, I didn't immediately recognize it and politely asked who it was.

Who knew the voice would say, "Fuck your mother, you slept with my woman!" I asked, somewhat bewildered, "Who are you? You must have the wrong person?" Over the years, I've been with countless women, from girls to young wives, from youthful beauty to weathered faces—all sorts of flavors, all sorts of feelings, all sorts of places, all sorts of memories.

I thought I'd always been pretty clean, hardly implying I'd ever broken up someone else's family, but my palms were still slightly sweaty.

The rough voice continued, "Liu Li is my woman. You slept with her, so I'm going to sleep with you."

My mind went blank for a second, a chill ran down my spine, and I stammered, "No, no, no," while my mind raced, trying to figure out how to respond.

Just then, Liu Li's voice came timidly from the other end of the phone, "It's me, can you come over?" A bad feeling suddenly washed over me. I'd never encountered anything like this before, and I was at a loss for words.

"Come on over!" Liu Li continued on the phone, "It's okay, really."

A jumble of thoughts raced through my mind, my heart pounding. I cursed Liu Li's ancestors, thinking, "You idiot, I'd be lucky to come back alive if I went over there.

If you don't admit it, only heaven, earth, you, and I know. You stupid woman, you actually confessed to your man and dragged me into it."

But I still said, "Okay, I'll come over when I have time."

The gruff voice came again, saying, "I have a copy of your ID card. You can't run away. If you want to resolve this, hurry up and come over. If you try to delay, you'll die."

While wondering how they knew my ID number, I asked him how I wanted to resolve it.

The gruff voice said bluntly, "You slept with my woman, so I'll fuck you!" "Fuck me?" What was going on? I was completely bewildered, imagining how a man would fuck me. This perverted request made me both nervous and terrified.

"How will you fuck me?" "How you fucked Liu Li, that's how I'll fuck you!" 5. Handsome, can I fuck you? After hanging up the phone, I sat in my office, my mind a jumble of emotions. This was like something out of a movie; I never imagined something like this would actually happen in real life, especially to me.

"You have to come today!" The gruff voice gave me two hours to get there.

He even threatened to tell the company and make a scene at my home if I didn't come.

Knowing about the company wasn't so scary; after all, the company only asked us to give ourselves, not to lose our integrity.

The key was my family. Although I wasn't married, how could I live my life if my parents and neighbors found out? After thinking for a long time, I was still completely lost. I called a high school classmate who works at a police station. That bastard laughed for ages on the phone, then told me I absolutely couldn't go. He said I had to deal with them and get them to come over, or else I should just call the police.

I retorted that he was an idiot too. If I could call the police, I wouldn't be talking to him.

Just as I was agonizing over this, Liu Li called again. She said, "Come out, my car is downstairs."

My head suddenly went blank. In a daze, I opened the window and saw the red Audi A4. I started trembling with nervousness, telling myself to calm down, calm down, calm down, while thinking about where I could escape.

Liu Li laughed on the phone and said, "It's okay, that was just my girlfriend joking with you. Come on down."

I couldn't see what was happening inside her car from up there, and I thought she was being threatened and afraid to tell the truth. Then that rough voice came through the phone, and she laughed too. It did sound like a woman's voice, just a bit rougher. I felt a little more at ease and steeled myself as I walked towards the red bomb. The car door opened wide, and Liu Li and a strikingly beautiful woman stood by the hood of the car.

Sure enough, there was no one inside. I walked towards her, and the strikingly handsome woman smiled at me, saying, "It's you?" I stammered, "It's you?" Liu Li, her face flushed, looked at me with a radiant smile and said, "It's us!" I immediately understood what was going on, and my mood instantly lightened. I teased the strikingly beautiful woman, "So you're the one who wants to sleep with me?" The woman blushed slightly, then straightened her pretty face and told me to get in the car. The car sped along, and the three of us remained silent, creating a very strange atmosphere. Sitting in the back, I secretly glanced at the woman with the deep, hoarse voice through the rearview mirror. Her features were indeed somewhat heroic, yet she possessed a feminine gentleness. She had handsome eyebrows, refined eyes, a straight nose, and a reserved mouth; if she were dressed as a man, she would definitely be a handsome man. In a homosexual relationship, this would be the dominant one, and Liu Li would be the submissive one. I thought to myself, no wonder, no wonder, and then asked them, "Where are we going?" The woman suddenly heard my voice, seemed a little nervous, and gently tapped the brake, saying, "My name is Tang Jianjun."

Hearing that name, my heart skipped a beat. This didn't sound like a woman's name; it sounded like a man's. I completely ignored her irrelevant answer.

Liu Li said softly, "Let's go eat first, then go to the hotel."

During dinner, I learned that Tang Jianjun's father was a soldier, and she had grown up in the military. Because she was born in the late 1970s, she was fortunate enough to have this androgynous name.

Now she usually calls herself "Tang Tang." Liu Li and she had known each other for over ten years, starting as good friends, then becoming lesbians.

Later, Liu Li discovered she also longed for men, so she and Tang Tang chatted with me online, and I decided to let Liu Li try it out first. From

beginning to end, this woman named Tang Tang knew about Liu Li and me.

Knowing everything, I was no longer panicked. I casually flirted with the two beauties. Liu Li was also relaxed and easygoing, while Tang Tang seemed a bit shy, like a virgin.

In the hotel elevator, I put my arm around Liu Li and reached out to touch Tang Tang's buttocks. She recoiled as if she'd been electrocuted.

I chuckled inwardly, lewdly thinking about killing these two sluts later.

A threesome, oh a threesome, that would be fucking awesome.

Two rooms were booked, so it seemed they were prepared. When Tang Tang and Liu Li entered their room, they gave me the key to the other room, asking me to go to the other room first.

Liu Li whispered in my ear, "Come over later."

I took a shower and began the long wait. Just as I was about to go over, Liu Li called.

Entering their room, Tang Tang was wearing a bathrobe, her hair still wet, sprawled on the bed. Seeing my erection beneath her robe, she blushed slightly.

I casually took off my bathrobe, walked over to Liu Li, gently pushed her down onto the bed, and pulled off her bathrobe. Liu Li turned her head and saw Tang Tang, who also looked at us nervously.

I walked up to Tang Tang, reached out and lifted her chin, and said to her, "Handsome, can I fuck you?" 6. So men are this good?! Tang Tang's face was as red as an autumn apple. She bit her lower lip, looking somewhat unsteady. I turned her head and gently kissed her lips. She resisted slightly. Liu Li crawled over and untied her robe. I felt like I was seeing a lychee being peeled, revealing a pink and delicate body before me.

Tang Tang's breasts weren't as big as Liu Li's, but they were firmer. Her pubic hair was thick and clearly trimmed, lying neatly on her white belly. Her labia majora were rather long, dragging down, very fleshy. I reached out and touched them, and she shuddered again, her gaze towards Liu Li gradually becoming hazy.

Liu Li gently kissed Tang Tang's thigh, encouraging her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." I took Tang Tang's hand and guided it to my penis. My penis was very erect, and Tang Tang gripped it tightly, seemingly afraid, without moving. She

looked quite nervous. I asked Tang Tang, "Have you never been with a man before?" Tang Tang nodded with her eyes closed, then her brows furrowed. It turned out that Liu Li had licked Tang Tang's vagina.

I kneaded Tang Tang's nipples, watching Liu Li lick Tang Tang until her hands gripped the sheets and twisted uncontrollably.

Liu Li's buttocks were raised, her vagina dripping wet. This woman was truly made of water; even licking someone else made her drip with desire. I reached out my other hand and inserted my fingers into Liu Li's vagina. Liu Li trembled slightly, swaying as if to signal me to apply more pressure.

I increased the number of fingers from one to two, interlacing them and flicking the inner walls of Liu Li's vagina. It was slippery inside, and the sound of water gradually grew louder and louder. Liu Li then pulled her mouth away from Tang Tang's vagina and cried out, her buttocks beginning to move in a piston-like motion in sync with my fingers.

Liu Li's sudden cry startled Tang Tang, who opened her eyes to look at Liu Li's actions, seemingly unable to adapt.

"Liu Li," Tang Tang called out.

Liu Li continued moving as if she hadn't heard, and Tang Tang raised her voice again, her tone tinged with jealousy and a hint of anger.

Liu Li slowed her movements, looking at Tang Tang somewhat embarrassedly, and smiled shyly, saying, "Don't be angry, we agreed on this when we came."

The thoughts of same-sex couples are often a bit strange. Perhaps in Tang Tang's mind, Liu Li was only her woman, and she couldn't allow anyone else to touch her. It was probably normal for her to feel jealous when she saw Liu Li's plump, white buttocks gently rubbing and swaying in my hand.

My fingers didn't slow down because of Tang Tang and Liu Li's conversation. Soon, Liu Li cried out again, her buttocks moving even more violently.

Tang Tang slapped my hand away from her breast, staring at Liu Li with a fierce look in her eyes.

I found it amusing, so I pulled Liu Li over and sat her on my lap. My penis slid into her wet and hot vagina, and Liu Li let out a cry, moving back and forth like she was on a motor.

Liu Li, with her back to Tang Tang and me, braced herself on the bed with both hands, her moans growing louder and louder. I had never experienced a threesome with a lesbian before, and it was incredibly stimulating. Just as Liu Li screamed and went limp, and I was about to ejaculate, Tang Tang, her face ashen, lunged at me, shoved Liu Li away, straddled me, and began pounding my chest with her hands like rain, cursing, "Fuck you, messing with my woman, messing with my daughter..." I dodged and resisted, trying to grab Tang Tang's hands. Liu Li also came to her senses and hugged her from behind. Tang Tang sat on my lap and started crying. Liu Li and I were at a loss.

Liu Li kept trying to comfort her, but Tang Tang seemed to have suffered a great injustice, crying and twisting her body.

The neatly trimmed pubic hair, like a brush, rubbed against my penis and lower abdomen. By the time Tangtang's crying subsided, my genitals were already slippery with the two women's vaginal fluids.

Without me noticing, my penis was already inside Tangtang's vagina.

As our emotions calmed, we both sensed something was amiss. Tangtang tried to get up and leave, but I didn't allow her a moment's hesitation. I flipped her over and pinned her beneath me, thrusting rapidly.

Tangtang initially resisted fiercely, but couldn't withstand my relentless thrusting. Gradually, she lost her strength, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain without making a sound.

Looking at her tear-streaked face, I said to her, "Look how wet you are, what are you holding back for? If it feels good, just scream it out."

Tang Tang kept her eyes closed, shaking her head and saying repeatedly, "I won't scream, I won't scream, I won't scream..." Liu Li looked at Tang Tang's appearance, smiling as she breathed into her ear and licked it, saying, "Slut, scream, you slutty dick, big slutty dick, scream it out."

She then reached out and squeezed Tang Tang's nipple hard. Tang Tang gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, sweating profusely. Finally, unable to withstand the three-pronged attack, Tang Tang let out a scream of "Ah!" from her chest, followed by incoherent and incoherent cries that shook the heavens and earth: "Fuck you to death, fuck you to death, my pussy is itchy, my pussy is so itchy, brush, brush brush... you big slut..." After shouting a long string of swear words in one breath, she convulsed and pushed me, and a gush of fluid spurted out from her pussy that seemed to want to be brushed, spraying me all over. Tang Tang had squirted! Liu Li and I looked at Tang Tang, who was limp on the bed, trembling like a dying fish.

Although I've never experienced a woman squirting, I've seen it in Japanese adult films, and lesbians like Liu Li have even more experience than we do.

Liu Li chuckled lewdly and asked, "Did you ejaculate?" I shook my head and said, "Tang Tang came so fast! Is it usually this fast with you?" "This is her first time with a man, she's a virgin,"

Liu Li replied, reaching out her small hand to grasp and stroke my penis.

Seeing that Tang Tang had ejaculated enough, I gestured for Liu Li to change beds, then reached out and picked Tang Tang up. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her body supple and boneless.

Tang Tang was slightly taller than Liu Li, and their weights were about the same. Looking at her seductive eyes, I suddenly remembered how she had terrified me on the phone that afternoon. A frenzied lust, mixed with a desire to conquer, made me throw her onto another clean bed. Then, like a wolf, I pounced on her, grabbing her legs and bending her body into a sharp angle. I thrust my erect penis into her vagina without any mercy.

This kind of penetration is usually very deep. Tang Tang cried out in pain, yet was also weak from the stimulation of lust, shaking her head wildly and begging me to be gentler.

"You little slut, you scared the hell out of me this afternoon.

I'll kill you this time, I'll kill you, kill you, kill you..." I gasped, my words incoherent, as I thrust my penis into Tangtang's parted vagina with all my might. The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other, mixed with our incoherent babbling, made Liu Li's blood boil. She touched her clitoris and moaned along with us... In the end, I ejaculated inside Liu Li. Tangtang couldn't withstand my fierce assault. Ugh, climaxing again and again, Liu Li, burning with desire, adopted the female knight position, her plump, snow-white buttocks straddling my thighs, her dripping, wet pussy gripping my penis, swaying back and forth and side to side. Her long hair was also draped down, dancing with her leaps. Watching Liu Li's frenzied and wanton appearance, feeling the warm, slippery wetness of her pussy, I touched Tang Tang's nipple with one hand, no longer wanting to control myself. Amid Liu Li's screams, I also ejaculated.

Tang Tang, because of multiple orgasms, was exhausted all night. Liu Li and I later made love gently again in the bathroom.

Liu Li told me that they had brought some sex toys, but I had already had a blast without even using any of them.

The first thing Tang Tang said when she woke up was, "Men are so good!" 7. We must continue! The next day, I watched two women, like two she-wolves, their wet mouths agape, constantly wanting more.

They wore all sorts of clothes that accentuated their sexy cleavage, rubbing against my body from all sides. I gritted my teeth and endured it, using real and fake dildos and various vibrating dildos to bring them to orgasm again and again.

When we woke up at noon on the third day, the three of us looked at each other with dark circles under our eyes, gently embracing each other, whispering sweet nothings.

Tang Tang told me, "We must continue!"

[The End]

What we hold back is called youth; what we don't explain is called composure; what we don't let go of is called true love; what is imperfect is called life! I never expect my life to be perfect, just as I never expect it to be.

Between men and women, gain and loss, holding hands and letting go, the distance is very short, separated only by a layer of underwear. Once that thin veil of modesty is gently removed, we are all beasts! When I read the works of these masters, I smile with a hard-on. Life is like this, especially for men and women, nothing more.

But we all need experiences, we need to share, we need a firm penis or a wet pussy… Why not write down my past and share it with everyone? The joys and sorrows, the happiness and sadness, I will try to describe them objectively and truthfully, but I reserve the right to distort the truth due to fading memories.

After all, this is a novel.

Let's start with the most recent ones, as they will be fresher and more authentic.

1. Who is that man above? I won't go into the specific industry I work in, but my clients are generally moderately wealthy because our products are quite valuable; I won't mention the time or place, as it's irrelevant.

My job is sales management, overseeing a small sales team. This team of guys is a bunch of incompetent individuals who can do everything except sales.

This means that besides managing the team, I also have to occasionally handle some sales to help them meet their performance targets, while also developing a keen sense of the market.

In March of this year, I was visiting a local office in a prefecture-level city in the south. I inadvertently saw a phone number on a product listing and, out of professional habit, dialed it. After a rough "hello" came through, a woman's shrill voice suddenly shouted from afar, "Hang up, hang up now!" The rough voice also seemed distant, and I could hear it panting, saying, "I won't hang up, I won't hang up, I won't hang up..." These three words were like a rhythmic sign, accompanied by the rhythmic "I won't hang up, I won't hang up," and the dull thuds of flesh colliding told me that a life-or-death struggle was taking place over there.

I thought to myself, this person is quite interesting, not idle even in the middle of the day.

This was my first time experiencing a phone call like this, and I was quite intrigued. I listened intently for about two minutes before the call ended… Listening to others reach climax while I held back my ejaculation was a very conflicted feeling.

I called the hotel reception to ask if they offered any massage services. They said they were all on break.

Helpless, I washed my face with cold water and went downstairs for lunch.

In the afternoon, I met a male client for tea. Business between men is usually about alcohol, sex, money, and power. Perhaps I was feeling anxious that day, because we talked mostly about sex.

The client was also a womanizer, listing all the women he'd been with, and we got along very well.

Before leaving, the client gave me the phone numbers of several people in the industry. I took notes while asking some specific questions. Suddenly, I noticed the number I had called at noon that had been making me anxious. My heart skipped a beat for no reason, but I casually pointed to the number and asked, "What's this boss's name?" To my surprise, the client suddenly said lecherously, "Her name is Liu Li, and she's a beauty!" A beauty?! Who was that rough voice? There are already few women in our line of work, and even fewer beauties who can make a womanizer suddenly lecherous.

I casually asked some more routine questions, but I couldn't control my erection. The excitement was sudden and hard, like I had unexpectedly witnessed a passionate sexual encounter, and I had participated in it.

After the client left, I sat in the teahouse, imagining this woman named Liu Li, imagining her in heat, her high-pitched voice, her legs spread beneath me… These chaotic thoughts were like aphrodisiacs, making me feel hot and restless, unable to suppress my desire.

I remember a saying: "What we fear is not turning to ashes, but having nowhere to burn."

I'm definitely not a novice in this area; after more than ten years of being surrounded by women, I haven't been blinded by temptations. I'm confident in my composure, and reason told me I should first think about how to make the call and determine the steps for reconciliation, but that day I just couldn't calm down.

Later, I forced myself back to my room and used my penis for a long time before I started to regain some composure.

It's actually quite a strange story. A woman I'd never met, a passionate phone call, a client of a womanizer, a time when he was looking for a date after a break in his schedule... That's how it started with Liu Li and me. The next morning, I called her with a different number, introduced myself, and she said, "Come over for a face-to-face meeting." Her voice wasn't as high-pitched as yesterday; it was quite pleasant.

I found out which company she worked for and went there.

The receptionist led me to her office. Just as we reached the door, a shrill voice came from inside: "What kind of service is this? I've made several calls and nobody cares..." The voice was the same as the one I'd heard on the phone yesterday. I glanced at the receptionist, who gave me a wink and whispered, "Sister Liu's computer can't connect to the internet, it's okay."

I knocked and went in. A woman in business attire stood in front of her desk with a phone. Seeing us enter, she pointed to the sofa, indicating I should sit down.

The window was behind her, casting light that obscured her face, but her features were soft.

This made me a little nervous, especially since I'd come with ulterior motives and she seemed to be in a bad mood.

Thankfully, she quickly hung up the phone and smiled at me.

Now I could see clearly; she was indeed a beautiful woman with a bright smile.

I suddenly felt a reaction in my lower body, which added to my nervousness.

This kind of situation is quite rare these days. I've always thought of myself as thick-skinned as a city wall, impenetrable by any arrow.

In my panic, I blurted out, "What's wrong?" It was an extremely inappropriate opening line; if my colleagues heard it, they'd laugh their heads off. She paused slightly and said, "The computer can't connect to the internet..." Then, almost without thinking, I blurted out, "Let me take a look? I studied computer science in college..." I did study computer science in college, but heaven knows I was only a dabbler.

The consequence of this casual response was that when I sat down at her desk and pretended to fiddle with the computer, the mouse danced wildly, but the internet connection still wouldn't connect.

Just as I was about to give up, I suddenly realized the wireless router wasn't plugged in. Good heavens, I knew that all along! I plugged the cable in, the lights came on, and the network was working again.

Suppressing my excitement, I calmly said to her, "The network is working, but the computer is a bit slow. Do you want me to optimize it for you?"

This experience taught me that expertise is still useful, even if you're not an expert for most of your life; just having a little bit of expertise now and then is still significant.

Sure enough, she was very happy to hear that and readily agreed, her attitude noticeably more enthusiastic.

I then used 360 Security Guard to optimize it a little, and the boot speed was indeed greatly improved.

The rest of the chat went much more smoothly. We talked about products, after-sales service, and everyday things. Putting aside my ulterior motives, it was a very successful visit.

As I was saying goodbye, I suddenly remembered she had QQ on her computer, so I suggested she add me on QQ, saying I could help her online if she had any more computer problems.

I ended with a joke, saying, "I'm a very useful person; I can fix computers."

The joke itself wasn't funny, but it created a very pleasant atmosphere.

Back at the hotel, I turned on my computer and went online. A friend request kept flashing, and my mood was all over the place. Hehe.

Next came online chatting. It's the same old routine: from simple to complex, from basic to advanced, like applying Sun Tzu's Art of War and the Thirty-Six Stratagems one by one. If a mature woman is willing to listen to your online banter, it means she at least doesn't dislike you. If she listens to about a third of your strategies, she generally has a strong liking for you.

I've been doing online chatting for years and have mastered various techniques. As for how to pick up mature women online, I'll write another story later.

Anyway, that's how Liu Li and I transitioned from real life to online, from casual acquaintances to chatting about life.

After a few casual attempts, we eventually talked about sex, but it all remained purely technical. A month passed just like that.

2. Are you trying to dehydrate me? One night around 9 PM, she called to ask if I was on a business trip; she had arrived in my city.

Friends come, there's fine wine; clients come, there are beautiful women; and for female clients, of course, fine wine comes first, then the advances.

While drinking at the bar, I looked into her alluring eyes and knew good things were about to happen.

Listening to music, I was thinking about how to get her flushed quickly.

After all, she was an important client; after all, we hadn't crossed that line yet; after all… there were too many things to discuss, I couldn't be too presumptuous. The proper courtship is important, my fellow wolves.

After finishing a bottle of Chivas Regal, she blushed and patted her head, saying with a flirtatious look, "I really can't go back anymore."

Such an obvious signal, how could I let it pass? I offered to take her back to her hotel. She blushed and said, "No need, I can get back, it's not far..." Her voice was soft, and she seemed hesitant to refuse. I ignored her and firmly said, "Absolutely not! How can I feel at ease if you do that!" When we got to the hotel lobby, she struggled a bit and said, "I'm at the hotel now, you should go back and rest. Thank you."

I remained unmoved. What's the point of resting if I can't get my hands on such a tempting offer?

I told her more firmly, "I absolutely have to take you upstairs."

I took her hand and we entered the elevator. She was a little embarrassed. She pressed the button for her floor, and the elevator went up quickly. I knew that at the end was a feast of desire. This woman, who smelled of alcohol and perfume, would soon be writhing and pleasuring me. I was going to use my rough penis, smeared with her nectar, to mercilessly pierce the depths of her heart... Just as I was lost in these thoughts, the elevator suddenly stopped, and I felt a distinct downward pressure. She cried out and grabbed me. I turned around and hugged her back. With a "ding," we arrived at our floor.

I swiped the card to open the door, but the hallway light wasn't on. In the darkness, I pulled her into my arms, my lips searching for hers. She fumbled to close the door before leaning in for a long, intoxicating kiss, the subtle scent of Chivas Regal mingling with the aroma.

The alcohol and the kiss stimulated my senses, my lower body stiff and hard as iron.

I pressed against her pubic bone, gently rubbing against her, one hand slipping inside her clothes, precisely grasping the clasp of her bra. With a gentle squeeze, the clasp popped open, freeing her ample breasts, making me feel a jolt in my chest, like fireworks suddenly bursting open.

She held me, breathing softly, saying, "I can't stand anymore, I can't stand anymore..." and then slid down to the floor.

I pounced on her on the carpet and kissed her nipple precisely. My hand slipped inside her pants, finding a pair of thin, slippery panties. The panties were incredibly smooth, and I gently rubbed my middle finger in circles on the outside.

Her hand was also fumbling for the unbuckled belt, grasping my penis and gently stroking it, murmuring incessantly.

I pressed my middle finger against her panties, and through the fabric, I touched her clitoris. She let out a soft moan and said, "Put it in quickly!" I laughed and asked, "Don't you want foreplay?" She gripped my penis tightly and said, "I don't want foreplay, I just want this."

I understood the needs of this mature woman. I reached down and pulled down her pants, then took off her panties, grabbed a handful of her pubic hair, and said, "The floor is dirty, get on the bed."

She obediently sat up, then lay back down and said, "I want you to hold me."

I quickly pulled off my own pants, picked her up, found the bed in the dark, and threw her onto it.

She'd barely uttered a sound when I pounced on her like a wolf, roughly spreading her legs and thrusting my erect penis inside. She cried out again, "It hurts! It hurts! Slower, slower!"

Her vagina was wet, but my penis was dry. It definitely hurt a little when I first entered, but when I pulled out and thrust back in, there was no resistance.

A warm sensation enveloped my penis as I pressed tightly against the opening of her urethra deep inside her vagina.

She held my buttocks tightly with both hands.

We remained motionless, pressed together like that.

The woman on the phone, the woman the client spoke of, the woman throwing a tantrum in the office, the woman gushing in the bar—she had finally become the woman beneath me.

I asked her, "Do you like it?" She nodded silently. In the darkness, there was only the color of night—wild, brutal, lewd, wanton…we would try them all.

I thrust in and out with nine shallow strokes followed by one deep one. Her vagina was full of moisture; it was narrow, confining my penis, and her buttocks kept twitching upwards.

This nine-shallow-one-deep thrusting prevented her desire from being fully released, further arousing her. With each deep thrust, she would forcefully pull herself together, preparing to accept the frenzied ravaging, but the slowly withdrawing penis forced her to give up again and again.

Her moans grew more urgent, like a fire alarm, and her small hands gripped my buttocks tightly.

He kept urging, "Faster, faster..." but I remained calm and continued until my hands began to give way, then I thrust deeply into Liu Li's vagina and lay on top of her.

Liu Li probably thought I was about to exert myself, and she shuddered with excitement. I felt a tightening in my lower body, and her hands gripped even tighter. I knew she had reached her climax, and I began to thrust forcefully.

At the moment of a woman's climax, what she needs is not empty or gentle caresses, but a relentless, penetrating thrust.

The nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one became a full-force attack. With my weight on my body, I pushed my penis against her cervix again and again. Her voice began to change, her once melodious voice breaking, and her cries becoming somewhat disordered.

"Husband, husband, hurry, hurry, hurry, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, hurry up and fuck me, hurry up and fuck me, ah..." A long, high-pitched scream followed, and then everything fell silent.

I got out of bed, found her room card, and inserted it into the slot.

The lights came on, and in the soft light, the clothes on the carpet showed the frenzy of just moments before. A pungent, fishy smell filled the air, and a fair-skinned woman lay on the bed, panting, her legs spread wide.

I went to the bedside, and she smiled weakly at me, saying, "You're too strong, I need to rest." I

silently held her and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept; it seemed like I had a dream.

In my dream, I felt a small hand teasing my still-erect penis, arousing me intensely. Suddenly, I heard a soft laugh and woke up.

I saw Liu Li with long hair, one hand tracing circles on my chest, the other gently stroking my already erect penis. Her eyes were glazed, her face flushed a mixture of wine red and excited red.

I watched her intently, enjoying her caresses. I

thought to myself, "This woman's libido is truly extraordinary now that she's thirty."

I simply closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After teasing her for a while, she withdrew her circling hand and began kneading her full breasts.

Her breasts were typically too big to hold, and very firm.

It's rare to see breasts like that that haven't sagged at thirty; perhaps it's thanks to her constant, meticulous care.

Gradually, I heard her hissing as she inhaled, seemingly enjoying it.

I was secretly delighted; watching this live sex act was enough to arouse my desire.

I suppressed the urge to have sex with her, closing my eyes a slit, watching her hands kneading her breasts slowly move down to her genitals, probably rubbing her clitoris. I could only hear her inhaling louder and louder.

Although I couldn't see what her hands were doing down there, I could clearly feel how excited she was by touching herself.

When her inhalations were accompanied by occasional sudden tremors, I knew she was almost at her limit.

Sure enough, she looked up at me and saw that I was still unconscious.

She gently shifted her body, extending one of her fair legs, and squatted down on me with her back to me. One hand grasped my penis, and the other perhaps parted her labia. She slowly sat down.

I felt my penis slowly sink into a quagmire, hot, slippery, yet with a tight, pressing sensation.

I opened my eyes and looked at her, her head bowed, her smooth back swaying.

My penis was shallowly inserted into her vagina. She seemed afraid of waking me, so she didn't sit fully on my hips each time, making the movement somewhat laborious and preventing deep penetration.

After a while, seemingly unsatisfied, she glanced at me again. I quickly closed my eyes, only feeling her buttocks slowly settle onto my lower abdomen.

My glans touched a hard clitoris; I knew that was her cervix.

She gently rubbed it, the speed increasing, her breathing gradually rising.

I felt the time was right, and suddenly sat up and hugged her.

She cried out in surprise, jumped to the other side of the bed, and looked at me in alarm. She was

probably a little dazed.

I chuckled inwardly, but with a straight face, I said a vulgar thing to her: "Is your pussy itchy?" She nodded dumbly, repeating, "My pussy itchy!" Only after saying it did she realize how indecent it was, and her face flushed, showing a hint of anger.

I flipped her over and grabbed her, gritting my teeth as I said, "If your pussy is itchy, let me stop the itching."

She resisted in a panic, but I was much stronger than her. I flipped her into a doggy-style position, and thrust my erect penis into her wet, horny pussy.

I hadn't ejaculated the previous time, and I was well-rested, so my thrusts were even more powerful. I gripped her hips with both hands and thrust violently. She screamed incessantly like a wound-up clock, her voice going from high-pitched to broken, her words fragmented, "You're so strong, I like it, I like it, faster, faster, my pussy is so itchy."

I suddenly stopped thrusting and shouted at her, "What did you say?" She hissed, "I... my pussy is itchy, my pussy is itchy, my pussy is itchy... fuck me now."

I resumed my vigorous movements, growling softly as she kept saying, "My pussy is itchy, my pussy is itchy..." teasing me until I gradually lost control.

I yelled, "I'm going to cum!" She quickened her pace, thrusting her hips back faster, the sounds of our bodies slapping together mingling with our cries, and I ejaculated.

She moved a few more times, trembling.

I gritted my teeth and waited for her to slow down before we both collapsed onto the bed.

It was a successful sexual encounter; our orgasms came in perfect sync.

Afterwards, she ignored the semen inside her, snuggled into my arm, and we both fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, Liu Li was still fast asleep.

The room curtains weren't fully drawn, and through the outside light, I saw her face, still flushed with the scent of spring. Her skin was still firm, her eyebrows lightly drawn, alluringly shaped, her eyelashes long and thin, accentuating her overly straight nose. A slight smile played at the corners of her lips, curving them into a beautiful arc, but the fine lines around her eyes betrayed her aging.

I gently moved my arm, which had been pressed against my skin all night, and she naturally moved her head away.

The room temperature was just right; we had already kicked the blankets off the bed.

Her legs were wide open, her pubic area exposed. Her pubic hair was sparse, long, and soft. I gently touched it with my finger, and I heard her breath catch for a moment before returning to its steady rhythm.

I stared at her slightly darkened labia majora, momentarily lost in thought.

I remember many years ago, when I was a naive teenager, I explored women's genitals through various channels, encountering all sorts of bizarre and grotesque patterns, fragmented and erotic, yet unable to form a clear and direct image.

These vague and hazy feelings have gradually faded away.

What I can't forget is that chaotic passion—what a passion it was, with nowhere to escape, nowhere to be released.

I know that feeling; it's called youth.

Now, when I look at Liu Li's snow-white, slender legs and the dense forest at the base of her thighs, I feel like an empty bottle, pure and transparent.

Sex is a wild flower; when it's budding, it's a mysterious invitation; when it's in full bloom, it's a frenzied feast.

Last night's storm has finally subsided. Only the scattered tissues and clothes under the bed tell us what a night we've been through. Liu Li was very wet down there, and she kept wiping herself with tissues during the act.

She hugged my buttocks, pinched my skin, and licked my nipples, constantly muttering, "You're going to dehydrate me, you're going to dehydrate me."

3. b, b, b, it itches again! When I got out of bed, I felt a little weak in the legs. I held onto the wall and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face, and shower. I looked at my limp little brother and felt a sense of emptiness. Time is like a

boning knife, gradually scraping away the vibrant, throbbing, and passionate parts, leaving only this soft, easily held piece.

My stomach was a little hungry. I looked at the time and it was already 5 pm. I felt a little strange that the hotel hadn't come to clean or ask me to extend my stay.

There was a fruit platter in the room, with plums, apples, grapes, and the like.

After eating a few, I still wasn't satisfied, so I patted Liu Li's bottom and asked her to go eat something. She closed her eyes and groaned softly a few times, saying, "I want to sleep more, you go eat."

After going downstairs and eating some noodles, she brought back a plate of fried rice. When she opened the room door, she noticed a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the lock. Women are indeed more perceptive than we are.

Last night, at that crucial moment, she actually thought to close the door and put up a sign.

Looking at this sleeping woman named Liu Li on the bed, I couldn't imagine that she could be so thirsty.

I gently put down the lunchbox, grabbed the blanket and covered Liu Li with it. Her narrow, lace panties, wrapped in the blanket, lay on the floor like a black flame, inadvertently reigniting my emotions. I spread her legs and gently rubbed her clitoris with my index finger moistened with saliva. She shifted uncomfortably, her vagina gradually becoming moist.

I picked up a plum from the table, dipped it in her vaginal fluid, and rubbed it incessantly at the entrance of her vagina.

More and more vaginal fluid flowed, her pink labia minora parted, like a clam opening its mouth, taking the purplish-red plum into its mouth. The fluid flowed down her shallow cleft onto the blanket, wetting the sheet in a small circle. I used my middle finger to guide the purplish-red plum, slowly inserting it into her vagina, little by little. Her labia minora opened and closed, the plum gradually penetrating deeper.

Liu Li was a little out of breath, her brows furrowed tightly.

Only after the plum was completely swallowed did her expression relax, and she fell into a deep sleep again.

I played around with myself for a while longer, then drowsiness came over me, and I drifted off to sleep as well.

When I woke up again, Liu Li was twisting my ear, spreading her snow-white thighs, pointing at her genitals, and saying to me with a half-smile, "Look!" I was a little dazed, so I put my mouth to kiss her genitals. It was still wet, and the vaginal fluid was a little salty. I asked her blankly, "What's wrong?" "What do you mean, what's wrong? Why are you stuffing everything down there?" Liu Li twisted a little harder.

I was still somewhat dazed and asked, "Where do I put it?" She took my fingers, thrusting her vulva forward for me to touch, saying, "You said where do I put it, you said where do I put it."

My hand finally reached the plum, and moved it deeper into her vagina. I heard her scream "Ah!" and she started to convulse, arching her back and pressing it against my penis, moaning and screaming, "B, b, b, it's itchy again, hurry, hurry and fuck me!" Before the screaming stopped, the plum spurted out of her vagina, and she went limp again.

It wasn't until her breathing calmed down that I fully came to my senses.

I smiled teasingly at her and asked, "What happened to you just now?" She weakly reached out and lightly slapped me.

Her eyes were alluring, her face flushed, and she seemed intoxicated.

I picked up the plum I had just sprayed on the bed, took a bite, and found it sticky with a slightly fishy taste.

She laughed and whispered, "Don't eat it, it's dirty."

I chewed harder, saying, "You're clean all over, especially your pussy," and then mimicked her earlier moan, "B, b, b itches, b itches again..." She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, her eyes brimming with seductive charm, and snatched the plum from me, taking a bite herself.

4. You slept with my woman, so I'll sleep with you! Liu Li came to buy supplies. The PR girl in bed arrived faster than anything else; she directly ordered our company's products. When she left, she was like a reluctant bride, unwilling to part.

I watched her car disappear into the sunset, and a sudden sense of loss washed over me.

It really had been a long time since I'd encountered such a alluring and beautiful young woman. In three days of intercourse, apart from her body, I felt completely unfamiliar with her, as if we'd never met before.

This world is always like this, making things that should be familiar strange, and things that should be strange intimate.

I walked with slightly weak legs and smiled softly at the air.

Some things are always worth reminiscing about. Besides making love, Liu Li and I would occasionally talk in bed. She refused to tell me everything. When I asked about the gruff voice I'd heard on the phone last time, her expression suddenly turned strange. She smiled and said, "You'll know later."

Yes, all secrets are laid bare before time.

As long as we continue our relationship, what is there that remains unknown? When I heard that gruff voice a second time, I didn't immediately recognize it and politely asked who it was.

Who knew the voice would say, "Fuck your mother, you slept with my woman!" I asked, somewhat bewildered, "Who are you? You must have the wrong person?" Over the years, I've been with countless women, from girls to young wives, from youthful beauty to weathered faces—all sorts of flavors, all sorts of feelings, all sorts of places, all sorts of memories.

I thought I'd always been pretty clean, hardly implying I'd ever broken up someone else's family, but my palms were still slightly sweaty.

The rough voice continued, "Liu Li is my woman. You slept with her, so I'm going to sleep with you."

My mind went blank for a second, a chill ran down my spine, and I stammered, "No, no, no," while my mind raced, trying to figure out how to respond.

Just then, Liu Li's voice came timidly from the other end of the phone, "It's me, can you come over?" A bad feeling suddenly washed over me. I'd never encountered anything like this before, and I was at a loss for words.

"Come on over!" Liu Li continued on the phone, "It's okay, really."

A jumble of thoughts raced through my mind, my heart pounding. I cursed Liu Li's ancestors, thinking, "You idiot, I'd be lucky to come back alive if I went over there.

If you don't admit it, only heaven, earth, you, and I know. You stupid woman, you actually confessed to your man and dragged me into it."

But I still said, "Okay, I'll come over when I have time."

The gruff voice came again, saying, "I have a copy of your ID card. You can't run away. If you want to resolve this, hurry up and come over. If you try to delay, you'll die."

While wondering how they knew my ID number, I asked him how I wanted to resolve it.

The gruff voice said bluntly, "You slept with my woman, so I'll fuck you!" "Fuck me?" What was going on? I was completely bewildered, imagining how a man would fuck me. This perverted request made me both nervous and terrified.

"How will you fuck me?" "How you fucked Liu Li, that's how I'll fuck you!" 5. Handsome, can I fuck you? After hanging up the phone, I sat in my office, my mind a jumble of emotions. It was like something out of a movie; I never imagined something like this would actually happen in real life, especially to me.

"You have to come today!" The gruff voice gave me two hours to get there.

He even threatened to tell the company and make a scene at my home if I didn't come.

The company knew this wasn't so terrible; after all, they only asked us to give ourselves, not to lose our integrity.

The key issue is family. Although I'm not married, how could I live my life if my parents and neighbors found out about this? I thought about it for a long time, but I was still at a loss. I called a high school classmate who works at a police station. That bastard laughed for a long time on the phone, and then told me that I absolutely couldn't go. I had to resolve the issue so they could come over, or I should just call the police.

I retorted that he was an idiot too. If I could call the police, I wouldn't be talking to him.

Just as I was agonizing over this, Liu Li called again. She said, "Come out, my car is downstairs."

My head instantly went blank, and in a daze, I opened the window and saw the red Audi A4. I trembled with nervousness, telling myself to calm down, calm down, calm down, while thinking about where I could run away.

Liu Li laughed on the phone and said, "It's okay, that was just my girlfriend joking with you. Come down."

I couldn't see what was going on inside her car from upstairs, and I thought she was being threatened and didn't dare to tell the truth. Then that rough voice came through the phone, and she laughed too. It did sound like a woman's voice, just a bit rougher.

I felt a little relieved and steeled myself as I walked towards the red bomb.

The car door swung open, and Liu Li and a strikingly beautiful woman stood by the hood. The car was indeed empty.

I walked towards her, and the strikingly beautiful woman smiled at me and said, "So it's you?" I stammered, "It's you?" Liu Li, her face flushed, looked at me with a radiant smile and said, "It's us!" I immediately understood what was going on, and my mood instantly lightened. I teased the strikingly beautiful woman, "So you're the one who wants to sleep with me?" The woman blushed slightly, then straightened her pretty face and told me to get in.

The car sped off, and the three of us remained silent. It felt very strange.

I sat in the back and secretly watched the woman with the rough, hoarse voice through the rearview mirror. Her features were indeed somewhat heroic, yet she possessed a feminine gentleness. She had handsome eyebrows, well-defined eyes, a straight nose, and a reserved mouth; if she wore men's clothing, she would definitely be a handsome man.

In a homosexual relationship, this would be the dominant one, and Liu Li would be the submissive one.

I thought to myself, "No wonder, no wonder," and then asked them, "Where are we going?" The woman suddenly heard my voice, seemed slightly nervous, and gently tapped the brake, saying, "My name is Tang Jianjun."

Hearing this name, my heart skipped a beat again. This wasn't a woman's name; it was clearly a man's. I completely ignored her irrelevant answer.

Liu Li said softly, "Let's go eat first, then go to the hotel." It

was during dinner that I learned Tang Jianjun's father was a soldier, and she herself grew up in the military. Because she was born in the late 1970s, she was fortunate enough to have this androgynous name.

Now she usually calls herself "Tang Tang." Liu Li and she had known each other for over ten years, starting as good friends, but later becoming lesbians.

Later, Liu Li discovered she also longed for men, so she and Tang Tang chatted with me online, and I ended up letting Liu Li try it out first.

From beginning to end, this woman named Tang Tang knew about Liu Li and me.

Knowing everything, I was no longer panicked. I casually flirted with the two beauties. Liu Li was also relaxed and easygoing, while Tang Tang seemed a bit shy, like a virgin.

In the hotel elevator, I put my arm around Liu Li and reached out to touch Tang Tang's buttocks. She recoiled as if she'd been electrocuted.

I chuckled inwardly, lewdly thinking about killing these two sluts later.

A threesome, oh a threesome, that would be fucking awesome.

Two rooms were booked, so it seemed they were prepared. When Tang Tang and Liu Li entered their room, they gave me the key to the other room, asking me to go to the other room first.

Liu Li whispered in my ear, "Come over later."

I took a shower and began the long wait. Just as I was about to go over, Liu Li called.

Entering their room, Tang Tang was wearing a bathrobe, her hair still wet, sprawled on the bed. Seeing my erection beneath her robe, she blushed slightly.

I casually took off my bathrobe, walked over to Liu Li, gently pushed her down onto the bed, and pulled off her bathrobe. Liu Li turned her head and saw Tang Tang, who also looked at us nervously.

I walked up to Tang Tang, reached out and lifted her chin, and said to her, "Handsome, can I fuck you?" 6. So men are this good?! Tang Tang's face was as red as an autumn apple. She bit her lower lip, looking somewhat unsteady. I turned her head and gently kissed her lips. She resisted slightly. Liu Li crawled over and untied her robe. I felt like I was seeing a lychee being peeled, revealing a pink and delicate body before me.

Tang Tang's breasts weren't as big as Liu Li's, but they were firmer. Her pubic hair was thick and clearly trimmed, lying neatly on her white belly. Her labia majora were rather long, dragging down, very fleshy. I reached out and touched them, and she shuddered again, her gaze towards Liu Li gradually becoming hazy.

Liu Li gently kissed Tang Tang's thigh, encouraging her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." I took Tang Tang's hand and guided it to my penis. My penis was very erect, and Tang Tang gripped it tightly, seemingly afraid, without moving. She

looked quite nervous. I asked Tang Tang, "Have you never been with a man before?" Tang Tang nodded with her eyes closed, then her brows furrowed. It turned out that Liu Li had licked Tang Tang's vagina.

I kneaded Tang Tang's nipples, watching Liu Li lick Tang Tang until her hands gripped the sheets and twisted uncontrollably.

Liu Li's buttocks were raised, her vagina dripping wet. This woman was truly made of water; even licking someone else made her drip with desire. I reached out my other hand and inserted my fingers into Liu Li's vagina. Liu Li trembled slightly, swaying as if to signal me to apply more pressure.

I increased the number of fingers from one to two, interlacing them and flicking the inner walls of Liu Li's vagina. It was slippery inside, and the sound of water gradually grew louder and louder. Liu Li then pulled her mouth away from Tang Tang's vagina and cried out, her buttocks beginning to move in a piston-like motion in sync with my fingers.

Liu Li's sudden cry startled Tang Tang, who opened her eyes to look at Liu Li's actions, seemingly unable to adapt.

"Liu Li," Tang Tang called out.

Liu Li continued moving as if she hadn't heard, and Tang Tang raised her voice again, her tone tinged with jealousy and a hint of anger.

Liu Li slowed her movements, looking at Tang Tang somewhat embarrassedly, and smiled shyly, saying, "Don't be angry, we agreed on this when we came."

The thoughts of same-sex couples are often a bit strange. Perhaps in Tang Tang's mind, Liu Li was only her woman, and she couldn't allow anyone else to touch her. It was probably normal for her to feel jealous when she saw Liu Li's plump, white buttocks gently rubbing and swaying in my hand.

My fingers didn't slow down because of Tang Tang and Liu Li's conversation. Soon, Liu Li cried out again, her buttocks moving even more violently.

Tang Tang slapped my hand away from her breast, staring at Liu Li with a fierce look in her eyes.

I found it amusing, so I pulled Liu Li over and sat her on my lap. My penis slid into her wet and hot vagina, and Liu Li let out a cry, moving back and forth like she was on a motor.

Liu Li had her back to Tang Tang and me, her hands bracing against the bed, her moans growing louder and louder. I had never experienced a threesome with a lesbian before, and it was incredibly stimulating. Just as Liu Li screamed and went limp, and I was about to ejaculate, Tang Tang pounced on me with a livid face, shoved Liu Li away, straddled me, and started pounding my chest with her hands like rain, cursing, "Fuck you, messing with my woman, messing with my daughter..." I dodged and resisted, trying to grab Tang Tang's hands. Liu Li also came to her senses and hugged her from behind. Tang Tang sat on my lap and started crying. Liu Li and I were at a loss.

Liu Li kept comforting her, but Tang Tang seemed extremely wronged, crying and twisting her body.

Her neatly trimmed pubic hair, like a brush, rubbed against my penis and lower abdomen. By the time Tang Tang's crying subsided, my genitals were already slippery with the two women's fluids.

Without me noticing, my penis was already inside Tang Tang's vagina.

As our emotions calmed down, we both sensed something was wrong. Tang Tang tried to get up and leave, but I didn't allow her any time to hesitate. I flipped her over and pinned her down, thrusting rapidly.

Tang Tang initially resisted fiercely, but couldn't withstand my repeated thrusts, gradually losing strength, only gritting her teeth and enduring the pain without making a sound.

Looking at her tear-streaked face, I said to her, "Look how wet you are, what are you holding back for? If it feels good, just scream it out."

Tang Tang kept her eyes closed, shaking her head and saying repeatedly, "I won't scream, I won't scream, I won't scream..." Liu Li looked at Tang Tang's appearance, smiling as she breathed into her ear and licked it, saying, "Slut, scream, you slutty dick, big slutty dick, scream it out."

She then reached out and squeezed Tang Tang's nipple hard. Tang Tang gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, sweating profusely. Finally, unable to withstand the three-pronged attack, Tang Tang let out a scream of "Ah!" from her chest, followed by incoherent and incoherent cries that shook the heavens and earth: "Fuck you to death, fuck you to death, my pussy is itchy, my pussy is so itchy, brush, brush brush... you big slut..." After shouting a long string of swear words in one breath, she convulsed and pushed me, and a gush of fluid spurted out from her pussy that seemed to want to be brushed, spraying me all over. Tang Tang had squirted! Liu Li and I looked at Tang Tang, who was limp on the bed, trembling like a dying fish.

Although I've never experienced a woman squirting, I've seen it in Japanese adult films, and lesbians like Liu Li have even more experience than we do.

Liu Li chuckled lewdly and asked, "Did you ejaculate?" I shook my head and said, "Tang Tang came so fast! Is it usually this fast with you?" "This is her first time with a man, she's a virgin,"

Liu Li replied, reaching out her small hand to grasp and stroke my penis.

Seeing that Tang Tang had ejaculated enough, I gestured for Liu Li to change beds, then reached out and picked Tang Tang up. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her body supple and boneless.

Tang Tang was slightly taller than Liu Li, and their weights were about the same. Looking at her seductive eyes, I suddenly remembered how she had terrified me on the phone that afternoon. A frenzied lust, mixed with a desire to conquer, made me throw her onto another clean bed. Then, like a wolf, I pounced on her, grabbing her legs and bending her body into a sharp angle. I thrust my erect penis into her vagina without any mercy.

This kind of penetration is usually very deep. Tang Tang cried out in pain, yet was also weak from the stimulation of lust, shaking her head wildly and begging me to be gentler.

"You little slut, you scared the hell out of me this afternoon.

I'll kill you this time, I'll kill you, kill you, kill you..." I gasped, my words incoherent, as I thrust my penis into Tangtang's parted vagina with all my might. The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other, mixed with our incoherent babbling, made Liu Li's blood boil. She touched her clitoris and moaned along with us... In the end, I ejaculated inside Liu Li. Tangtang couldn't withstand my fierce assault. Ugh, climaxing again and again, Liu Li, burning with desire, adopted the female knight position, her plump, snow-white buttocks straddling my thighs, her dripping, wet pussy gripping my penis, swaying back and forth and side to side. Her long hair was also draped down, dancing with her leaps. Watching Liu Li's frenzied and wanton appearance, feeling the warm, slippery wetness of her pussy, I touched Tang Tang's nipple with one hand, no longer wanting to control myself. Amid Liu Li's screams, I also ejaculated.

Tang Tang, because of multiple orgasms, was exhausted all night. Liu Li and I later made love gently again in the bathroom.

Liu Li told me that they had brought some sex toys, but I had already had a blast without even using any of them.

The first thing Tang Tang said when she woke up was, "Men are so great!" 7. We must continue! The next day, I watched two women, like two she-wolves, their wet mouths agape, relentlessly demanding more.

They wore all sorts of clothes that accentuated their sensuality, rubbing against my body from all sides. I gritted my teeth and endured it, using real and fake dildos and various vibrating dildos to bring them to orgasm again and again.

When we woke up at noon on the third day, the three of us looked at each other with dark circles under our eyes, gently embracing each other, whispering sweet nothings.

Tang Tang told me, "We must continue!"

[The End]

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