When Will We Meet Again? (Author: Bi Si Deng)

When Will We Meet Again?
Author: Bi Si Deng
Published: 2015/02/22 on: Sansetan.com Forbidden Bookstore
J was the girl next door. We were classmates from elementary school until junior high.
Girls mature early. Just starting junior high, J mysteriously told me
one day that cows only urinate once a month. This baffled me, because I always herded cattle. Although I didn't see cows urinate often, they
drank water every day. How could it only urinate once a month? Many years later, I suddenly understood what she meant. This girl
was interesting.
She gave me similar riddles several times. Another time, she told me she found a nest of doves and asked if I
wanted to go and get it. I immediately said yes, I'd get a ladder. Unexpectedly, she said, "No need for a ladder, it's in the ground." This
confused me again: those doves are very clever, how could they nest in the ground? So I ignored
her. Many years later, I slapped my forehead: Hey, you bookworm!
After graduating from junior high school, our lives diverged, and we drifted further and further apart. She married and moved to a distant
village. But I never forgot my childhood friend. Sometimes when
I , I felt a pang of sadness as I recalled the past.
Then one year, during a holiday, she returned, and we met at the theater. We were both very
excited , but due to the occasion, we didn't show it. I got her phone number and immediately texted her:
"I'm going to the city at six tonight to treat you to dinner." She glanced at me discreetly, pursed her lips, and replied: "Okay!" So I
took the lead , taking a bus to the city, thirty kilometers away. After settling into a hotel and taking a shower, she arrived.
During dinner, I listened to her talk about her life. It turned out she wasn't very happy. Her husband was uncaring and often away. I
thought, sigh, how come in this world, what you can't buy always seems to be unsellable?
Back at the hotel, I smiled and said, "J, remember how silly I was when we were little?" She immediately understood,
"Almost now." Hearing that was practically an order. "Really?" I stretched out my arms and lifted her up around
the waist. J seemed to have finally reached her destination after a long journey, letting out a soft sigh.
"I love you so much!" My answer was a gentle kiss on her fragrant lips. Warm, soft, pure,
like drinking from a crystal-clear spring.
Our tongues had already melted,
beneath us were green wheat seedlings,
the distant cooing of doves,
the alluring fragrance of broad bean flowers,
stirring waves of wild desire...
We were completely transported back to the past, back to our innocent childhood, as if life still offered choices, as if
nothing had changed! We'd go to school together tomorrow, and we'd meet again on the road the day after.
I reached into J's breasts and touched a patch of vibrant rapeseed blossoms. Rural girls used to not wear bras
, and those breasts were so open and soft! I gently stroked her nipples, and J responded with a long moan. I
caressed , waves of pleasure coursing through my thirsty body. My hand, like a pilgrim,
slowly circled her breasts from the base, moving upwards little by little, like pushing a warm current of love, ever-changing, until it reached the very tip
. "You're so good at this," I thought, ha, it seemed I had her in my service. By this time, my penis was rock hard, and
there was no need to resist. I pressed myself against J, and she considerately reached inside, grabbing the head of my penis. I immediately returned the favor
with a French kiss.
"I want it so badly," J murmured softly. "Okay," I picked J up and placed her on the bed, gently helping her remove her shoes and pants. The first thing I saw was her
triangle of skin, and I was stunned: a large patch of dark pubic hair! One hand couldn't cover it; no wonder J was sexually aware so
early . Looking at her panties, they were already soaked. Not a second could be wasted! She was already
parched, so I quickly launched my attack. I charged forward, and "plop!" I felt like I'd stepped into soft mud in a paddy field
; the water level instantly reached my knees. You tell me, what a huge pit of desire! I couldn't help but chuckle. J is very
sensitive . "What are you laughing at?" I quickly whispered in her ear, "The number one bitch in the city!" She beamed
. Men, remember this: women have a lot of confidence in their bodies; even if they're stunningly beautiful, they need praise
and affirmation to be happy.
Facing J's intense sexual desire and long-awaited thirst, I dared not be careless. Full of energy, I charged in, sweeping
across the land, outflanking and encircling her. When advancing, I was swift and fierce like a tiger, reaching her flower palace; when retreating, I was clean and decisive, leaving not a single soldier behind. Seven
in and seven out, seven in and seven out, nine shallow and one deep, close combat, "slap slap--slap slap, slap slap--slap slap," "
So good, so good! I've wanted to be your wife for so long! Tonight it's come true, it's fate!!" J kept kissing me, "
You're so thick and big! Just like I imagined."
"How did you know my thing would be so thick?" I
asked curiously. "Hahaha, have you forgotten your nickname?" she asked playfully. Sigh, don't mention it, that embarrassing
nickname. Here's what happened: One day, I was playing cards with some classmates in the fields near the school. I
needed to pee , so I stood up and, without thinking, took it out and did it. Unexpectedly, this pulled out, and disaster struck! I heard the group
exclaim in unison: "Cuju!" The word "ju" in our dialect means bird, which is the same as the English slang "
instrument." From then on, the group called it that.
I returned J's kiss, not daring to slacken, and continued the battle. A fierce barrage of fire erupted, and streams of hot semen
shot straight into flower palace. J trembled all over, clinging tightly to me, "It's over, it's over," I answered with a gentle kiss. She moved her thighs
, intending to get up and help her clean up, "Don't move! Put it inside," I quickly stopped, haha, still savoring the moment
.
After a long while, J opened her eyes, "Thinking about you for so many years, it wasn't a loss. To be honest, I wanted
to see your treasure when I was little, but after several attempts, you were so clueless, you didn't get it! Hehe." So that's how
it is, I was a little scared. Luckily, I didn't know this back then, otherwise I would still have the mind to study! "Do you remember, one night
after self-study, I was afraid of the dark, so I asked you to take me home, but you ignored me, so heartless!" After saying that, she hit me.
I was wrong. "If I had taken you home that night, I would have wanted to touch you, hehe," how dangerous.
"You don't know, do you? Back then, Liyue, one of the older girls in the second year of junior high, had already started menstruating." "Really
?" "Yeah, one day, I saw that it was flowing all the way down to her heels." Oh my god, poor
classmate. In that era of limited knowledge, this incident must have terrified her. No wonder she
dropped out of school soon after. It's a pity that so many rural girls were swallowed up by fate like this!
Speaking of which, I remembered the dense, dark forest I'd seen earlier, and quickly moved to J's lower body
to examine . My first thought was how big, full, and moist that clitoris was, protruding from the foreskin like a little
bullet. "You must really like this," I teased her.
"Yeah, we're like family, so I'll be honest. I've been cultivating this flower since I was little, hoping to
indulge myself after marriage. Unfortunately, fate has played tricks on me; I've never been truly satisfied, nor have I ever enjoyed it tonight
, hehe."
"Oh, poor J!" I quickly kissed that lovely clitoris, eliciting a soft "Ah---
" in return
. I gently licked, rubbed, and sucked, my palms gliding over the grassy area, streams of glistening love juice
flowing from J's honeypot. "You're really good at this!" J responded promptly, which was crucial—both encouragement and communication
were essential for achieving the best results.
"I'll make sure you pay off all your debts today."
J chuckled. "In that case, I won't dare to be negligent," she said, lifting her jade legs wide and
spreading her plump petals. "Please take a seat." Seeing this, my jade stem immediately stood tall and proud,
taking a step forward, "Swoosh—," it plunged into the vast ocean. "Sweet, so sweet! Great, faster, keep going
!" It seemed J was starving. I immediately increased the speed, thrusting in and out a few hundred times, then gave her a signal
to turn over. It was time for me to unleash my secret technique.
I entered from behind, not in a hurry for a long attack, as that would lead to a quick ejaculation. I pressed against J's large buttocks,
not thrusting back and forth, but pushing forward rhythmically, focusing on the range that her buttocks could compress. It worked! After only
two thrusts, J cried out, "Oh, oh, how can this be? I'm floating! Floating! Faster, faster!"
Hmm, that's good. I continued with a steady rhythm, this time impacting her large, white buttocks
with even louder . The sound drove both of them wild with pleasure! I felt my glans hitting an indescribably wonderful
, gentle place—numbing, itchy, pleasurable—one thrust, another, a current of desire coursing through my entire body. The woman below was already moaning incessantly
, her garden's honeyed spring gushing forth.
Time to change tactics. I switched to a long-in, long-out motion. "Ah, it's coming, it's coming!" Quickly, I increased
the frequency , and accidentally, my glans was exposed, sliding along the deep groove between her petals straight to her pink clitoris. I was just about to turn
the horse back when J let out a loud "Aww—!" and her juices gushed out like a fountain, spraying directly onto the sheets!
Instantly soaking a large area! Well, words are superfluous; it was a great success.
Lying on the bed, J was already in tears, her face glowing again from the orgasm. "That was wonderful!"
J gave me a sweet kiss.
[The End]

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