Conservatism and openness in life: Exposure and passion in everyday parks

My girlfriend and I are relatively conservative people in life, but we're quite open when we're together. I don't remember when we started exhibitionist behavior in parks, but it's just a part of everyday life.
Before I met her, I was a wild party girl—clubs, young girls, sleeping with the same person all the time, I did everything, I had no taboos.
My girlfriend was influenced by me. She went from being an innocent girl who was sometimes seen having sex in parks, to now sometimes having the intention to show herself off. I've witnessed her transformation and growth from a young girl to a woman.
Seven or eight years ago, my girlfriend was 19, very innocent. It took me a few months to win her over. Back then, I went out singing and drinking with friends every day, and she usually came with me and drove me. One time, after drinking until 11 pm, she said she wanted to go for a walk in the park. For her, the park was just a place to relax, but for me, a seasoned exhibitionist, it was a different story—a sacred place for exhibitionism. I was afraid of scaring her the first time, so I knew I couldn't rush things. I just walked with her along the riverside path, and when no one was around, I would hug and kiss her a few times. Back then, my girlfriend often wore hot pants in the summer, but they were rather conservative. When she was sitting, I couldn't reach her genitals from her thighs, so I would stand and kiss her, slipping my hand under her hot pants from behind, tracing her buttocks to her vaginal opening. It was the first time I touched her genitals in a public place, and she blushed immediately, pushing my hand away. But she wasn't angry; after all, we'd been to hotels dozens of times. As we walked, I kept my hand on her buttocks, kissing her a few times when no one was around, and then slipping my hand under her hot pants to touch her buttocks, occasionally touching her labia. Gradually, she stopped pushing my hand away. After a while, her face was flushed, and she was a little out of breath. How could she, so innocent back then, bear being touched in public? I felt her legs were going weak. But I knew I couldn't rush things. We walked like this for over an hour, and my girlfriend's underwear was soaked from my touching, and she was unsteady on her feet. I felt it was about time, so I took her to a nearby hotel to get a room.
After booking the hotel room, my girlfriend immediately hugged and kissed me, whispering that she wanted it. It was the first time I'd seen her so proactive. I quickly undressed her and pinned her to the bed. I was thinking of some foreplay, but unexpectedly, she took my penis and guided it to her vagina—her first time! When I inserted my penis, she cried out for the first time; before, she always bit her lip. That night, she was on top for the first time. The next day, her legs were weak, but mine weren't. I'm an experienced woman; how could I be so easily swayed by a young girl? In the following times, I didn't rush things. I just maintained the first-time feeling, touching her buttocks and breasts when we were alone, occasionally inserting my fingers a little into her vagina. Once,
while shopping with her, I saw a pair of short hot pants—not the kind that expose half the buttocks these days, but still with the hemline reaching her crotch. She tried them on and said they were too revealing and she didn't dare wear them. I bought them anyway, telling her she could wear them when we were alone.
That evening, I asked her to wear those hot pants, but when I went to pick her up, she was still wearing her usual, more conservative hot pants. She said she was going drinking with friends later and didn't dare wear them in front of them, though she had brought those sexy hot pants.
Halfway through the drinks, I lost my appetite, and I sensed she wasn't either, so I took her away. We stopped at a convenience store and bought a few beers. When we got to the park, she changed into those hot pants in the restroom. They were really sexy; my girlfriend has fair skin and a slightly plump figure, but a slim waist. Actually, I've seen people wear those hot pants on the street before; they're not particularly extravagant, just a bit revealing. I wanted to buy them for my girlfriend after seeing others do it a few times. My
girlfriend seemed a little embarrassed wearing those sexy hot pants and didn't want to walk in crowded areas. I deliberately led her towards more crowded places, and she clung tightly to me, holding my hand; I knew she was nervous. After walking around in crowded areas for a while, we felt it was enough to move on to the next step, so we took her to a less crowded riverside path where there were stone benches to sit on.
We sat on a stone bench by the river. Because there were no lights, there weren't many people around. I asked her to have a beer with me. She doesn't usually drink, but she'll drink for me when we go out, or sometimes just to have a drink with me. I knew that to take the next step, a little alcohol was essential.
After one bottle, I started to get physical. I kissed her while my hands caressed her thighs, slowly moving up to her groin, and then, through her panties, I touched her vulva. The crotch of her hot pants was only two fingers wide, narrower than her underwear. I admired those who wore them in public; you could see their underwear when they squatted down. Two or three years later, my girlfriend, after I "trained" her, dared to wear them during the day, but only when we were traveling. That's another story.
I pulled the crotch of her hot pants aside and touched her vulva through her panties. After walking around in crowded places, her panties were already wet. I kissed her and touched her, and soon her entire vulva was soaked. I then pulled her panties further aside, exposing her entire vulva to the air. I felt her body tremble; the first time her vulva was exposed, the shock was considerable. I saw her vulva contract a few times; she was aroused. She didn't stop me, and I lowered my head to kiss her pubic hair (sitting down, I couldn't reach her vulva), then inserted my finger. She let out a soft "ah," and her body trembled a few times. I could feel her vagina contracting inside my finger.
Just then, a couple walked by, and she quickly clamped her legs together, trying to push my hand away. I pressed my hand down and said it was okay, no one could tell. She lowered her head and tightly hugged one of my arms, leaning against me. Although my other hand wasn't clamped by her thighs, my finger could still move inside her vagina. I continued to stimulate her. As the couple walked past us, I felt my girlfriend's body trembling, her vagina very wet, and her vagina constantly contracting. I couldn't tell if it was my finger moving or being moved by her vaginal contractions. After the couple walked about ten meters away from us, my girlfriend suddenly leaned forward, and I, who had only inserted half a finger, suddenly had it all the way in. She let out a soft "ah," and her whole body stiffened for a moment. I could feel warm water coming out of her vagina. She actually had a mini-orgasm. She immediately leaned against me, panting. I knew she had orgasmed, so I took my finger out, straightened her underwear and hot pants, and put my arm around her to let her rest.
After a while, she calmed down. She was so sensitive back then; one finger was enough to make her orgasm. I certainly didn't have Kato Taka's golden finger. It was just that for my innocent girlfriend at the time, the stimulation of exposing her genitals in public and being penetrated in front of others, even if it was just a finger, was incredible.
After my girlfriend rested for a while, I chatted with her about everyday things to ease the conflict between her morality and sexual desire, making her feel that this was normal. I noticed that the area where she was sitting was soaked. I reached into her hot pants and found that her cotton panties were half wet, and her genitals were completely wet. I told her to go to the restroom to wipe herself, and casually mentioned that her underwear was completely wet, so she should just take it off and not wear it anymore. I just said it casually because I had already gone so far as to suggest she walk around the park without underwear. When she came out, she handed me a bundle of things, and I saw it was her underwear. I was a little surprised; we were already walking around the park without underwear.
We moved to a different spot and continued drinking and chatting about normal topics. She, who doesn't usually drink much, started drinking too. I thought that with such a narrow crotch in those hot pants, you could see the underwear when it was covered, but now that it wasn't, you could see her labia. I had her stand in front of me so I could take a closer look. Indeed, her labia majora were partially exposed, but because her labia were pink and her skin was fair, it wasn't very noticeable. However, from the side, because her pubic bone was pressing against the hot pants, the hem of the hot pants didn't fit snugly against her thighs, leaving a gap about a finger's width. The hem of the hot pants was also level with the crotch, meaning it was flush with her crotch. From the side, you could see her entire labia majora and some pubic hair. Because she was so fair-skinned, the pubic hair was very noticeable.
I took out my phone and snapped a few close-up photos from the front and side. She asked what I was taking pictures of, and I said she looked sexy in those hot pants, and I wanted to take some so she could masturbate while she was busy or on her period. She laughed and playfully hit me a few times. We'd just finished our beer, and I said I wanted more, so we went to buy a few more. She rarely objected to anything I suggested. We headed towards the convenience store.
To get there, we had to cross a square, which was crowded with people and vendors. She hesitated and said, "I'm not wearing underwear." I said, "Why don't you wait here for me?" She looked around and said it was a bit dark and she was scared to be alone. I said, "Let's go together then. People wear those hot pants during the day, what are you afraid of at night?" and put my arm around her waist as we walked. (Actually, girls should really take the lead.)
All the way there, my girlfriend kept asking me if it was obvious she wasn't wearing underwear. Of course I said no, but actually, you could see her labia and pubic hair from the side; everyone knew she wasn't wearing underwear. As we walked across the square, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that a few rather lecherous older men were staring at my girlfriend's crotch. A pretty girl, wearing shorts that barely covered her crotch, swaying her long, white legs—everyone would look. And I reckon one or two of them, getting closer, saw her pubic hair from the side. As for her labia, I doubt they were sure, because her labia majora were pink, very close to her skin. At that time, there was no pubic hair on her labia.
My girlfriend was very nervous; it was the first time she hadn't worn underwear, and in such sexy shorts. She kept holding my hand. But she didn't know she was exposing herself; if she did, she probably wouldn't dare. Of course, now, she'd be bold in unfamiliar places, but that's 6-7 years from now.
When we got to the convenience store, my girlfriend saw how brightly lit it was inside and didn't dare go in, so she waited for me outside while I went in to buy it. When I went inside, I saw my girlfriend standing in the shadows near the doorway through the display cases. A middle-aged man, who probably just noticed she wasn't wearing underwear, walked over and pretended to squat down on the convenience store steps to smoke. He kept glancing at my girlfriend. She was playing on her phone and didn't notice. I knew that lecherous man must have seen my girlfriend's pubic hair again and knew she wasn't wearing underwear.
I guess after a while, my girlfriend probably got tired of standing and squatted down. When she squatted down, it was impossible to see her pubic hair from the side. That lecherous man was probably an experienced one. At this point, he moved over and asked my girlfriend something on his phone (later, my girlfriend told me he was asking her how to send MMS messages; WeChat wasn't that common back then). Because the man was a bit old, my girlfriend wasn't too wary and showed him how. The man then stood in front of my girlfriend, and from his angle, he could probably see the top of her long, white thighs and the edge of her labia majora peeking out from under her shorts, which were only two fingers wide.
My girlfriend was explaining how to use MMS when she looked up at the lecherous man. She saw me staring intently at the crotch of her hot pants. She glanced down at her own crotch, gasped, stood up, handed the phone back to the man, and turned to face the wall to look at her phone. The man jumped in surprise and quickly walked away.
I quickly paid the bill and left. My girlfriend saw me come out, ran over, grabbed my arm, and clung to me tightly. I asked what was wrong, and she said, "Let's go quickly." We left the square and returned to our usual spot. My girlfriend remained silent the whole way.
We opened two bottles of wine and continued drinking. My girlfriend took a big gulp and exhaled a long breath. She calmed down a bit, and I asked her again, knowing the answer already. She said she had been squatting on the steps waiting for me when a perverted man asked her how to send MMS, but his eyes were fixed on her crotch.
I said, "I couldn't see anything, you were wearing pants." She hesitated several times before finally saying, "These hot pants are too tight; I can even see the edge of my labia majora." She slapped me a few times, scolding me for not telling her earlier. I said, "You squatted down too; how was I supposed to know it would be revealing?" I
told her to squat down and see. My girlfriend stood up, looked around, and then squatted down in front of me. Actually, it was even more revealing than I expected because the denim hot pants had a seam down the middle, and I had deliberately bought a size too small. My girlfriend is also a bit plump with a large bottom, so when she squatted down, the seam was too tight, and the seam went right into her labia. The crotch, which was only two fingers wide, shrank to only one finger wide, almost completely exposing her labia majora. No wonder my girlfriend screamed earlier.
I was stunned for a moment, and my girlfriend thought I was angry, so she quickly said, "Don't be angry." Actually, I was just surprised, not angry. But I remained silent, pretending not to have reacted, and took a big gulp of beer. Then I let out a sigh of relief, pretending to suppress my anger as I comforted her, saying it was okay, it was an accident, she only saw it. We continued drinking, kissing and touching my girlfriend as we drank, from her thighs to her groin, reaching inside her hot pants to touch her vulva. My girlfriend wanted me to calm down, so she cooperated, proactively pulling her hot pants down to the side so I could directly touch her exposed vulva.
Perhaps because she had been seen, my girlfriend's vagina became quite wet. My hand was covered in a sticky liquid. My girlfriend and I divided the tasks: she watched the road behind me, and I watched the road behind her. When someone walked by, we drank and chatted. Most of the passersby were couples. One couple even stopped in front of us, leaning against the railing and looking at the river view. The woman was also wearing hot pants, and because her back was to us, while they were looking at the river, I was behind them, using one finger to touch my girlfriend's vulva. My girlfriend's thighs were tightly pressed together, and she kept whispering, "No, someone wants me." But her hand didn't push me away; I knew she was aroused. Being violated in front of others was incredibly humiliating, and the shock it caused her, especially since her labia majora had just been exposed.
During that time, that lecherous old man came over again. I knew he wasn't giving up; what else could he possibly see that would be exciting? He walked a little further away, pretending to admire the scenery. My girlfriend hadn't even looked at him properly and didn't remember what he was wearing, but I did. He watched us from a distance, not paying attention to what we were doing. He then hid in the shadows behind a tree. Because I was watching him, and he kept smoking, the cigarette butts giving away his position.
It was almost midnight, and my girlfriend had touched me several times to wipe me dry. She thought I wasn't angry anymore, but I wasn't angry at all. I asked her to squat down like before so I could take a picture for me to masturbate. She cooperated, even pulling up her hot pants a little before squatting down. Because of the pull, the seams of the hot pants sank deeper, and the entire crotch of the hot pants was sunken into her labia, even exposing her labia minora. (By then, my girlfriend and I had been to hotels hundreds of times, and she had already accepted me taking pictures of her naked body, only asking me not to take pictures of her face. However, this was the first time she had exposed her labia to me in public.) While taking the picture, I deliberately turned on the flash. That guy had probably been hiding there for over an hour; I admired his perseverance.
My girlfriend had also drunk too much that night and needed to urinate. Although the toilet was right next door, it was too late for her to go alone. So I went with her. When we got to the toilet, that lecherous guy saw us leave and went to the stone bench where we had been sitting. I saw him touch the spot where my girlfriend had been sitting; there should still be some fluid from her vagina on it. I watched as the lecherous guy touched it a few times, smelled it, and then put it to his mouth.
I originally wanted to wait for my girlfriend outside, but she was too scared to go in alone. The restroom was dark, though there was moonlight. I offered to go in with her, but I felt it wouldn't be appropriate for me to go into the women's restroom; I thought she'd be mistaken for a pervert. So I suggested she go into the men's restroom, saying it was late and there were only stalls. She agreed and went in.
I guess she just wanted me to stay outside the stalls, but I wasn't going to let the opportunity slip by. I went straight into one of the middle stalls with her, because that was the only one with a working door; the other two were missing. As soon as we entered, she pulled down her shorts to pee, and I took the opportunity to unzip my pants and pull out my penis. I asked her to let me suck it a few times. We'd already had the experience of me going into a hotel restroom naked and having her suck my penis while she peed, so she was used to it. But this time, in a public restroom, especially the men's, it felt like a huge shock to her.
After she finished urinating, she wiped her genitals and continued squatting, her hot pants still down, continuing to blow-dry me. I reached behind her, patted her back, and asked her to lift her buttocks so I could reach them. My hand traced down her buttocks, from the cleft to her vaginal opening, feeling how wet she was, dripping wet. A pure young girl, suddenly subjected to so many sexual urges in one day—walking naked in the park, having sex in a men's restroom. I'd never seen her so wet before, almost squirting. I'd made her squirt a few times in hotels before; actually, squirting isn't difficult, it's easy with experience.
Just as I was about to wake my girlfriend so I could penetrate her from behind, I heard footsteps. Someone had entered the men's restroom. I guessed it was that middle-aged man from before. My girlfriend was so scared that she pulled up her hot pants and hid in my arms. I held her and whispered that it was okay, just don't make a sound. Then I kissed her to calm her down. As the man walked out of the stall, I coughed to indicate that someone was there. He went to the next stall. The sound of him unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants was particularly loud in the nighttime restroom. My girlfriend blushed and stayed nestled in my arms. But my hands slipped inside her hot pants and touched her big, white buttocks. One in each hand (at that time, I didn't know that my girlfriend's buttocks were actually very sensitive). My girlfriend hugged me, letting me touch her, and I could feel her body trembling again. It wasn't fear, but rather arousal. As I touched her, my girlfriend, who had only pulled up her hot pants, didn't have time to button them up. When I touched her big, white buttocks, the hot pants fell down. Her entire big, white buttocks were exposed. Although the toilet had no electricity, the moonlight shone brightly through the stall window, illuminating my girlfriend's white buttocks.
I wasn't sure if the person in the next stall was that lecherous old man, but then I heard him light a cigarette. Then I heard the sound of him urinating. My girlfriend, who had been holding my hand, pulled away and covered her face when she heard the sound. I, however, kept my hand on her buttocks, feeling that her genitals were wet, her entire buttocks were wet. My hand moved down from the front, touching her labia, which were wet as if they had just come out of the water, and I could feel fluid constantly flowing out. This wasn't squirting, because it was flowing, I could feel it moving (my girlfriend later said it was probably urinary incontinence; I'm not stupid, urine is sticky). I touched her thighs and found they were wet. I lifted her face, kissing her lips, knowing this would make her less afraid. I whispered to her that we should wait until the person next to us left before we left, because the next stall had no door, and if we went out, the person next to us could see us. He was kissing her on the lips while simultaneously rubbing her large, white buttocks from behind with both hands.
I was pretty sure it was that lecherous old man in the next stall; the cigarette butt gave him away again. I could see a bright red cigarette butt through the gap under the stall, meaning he was probably lying face down with his hands on the ground. Because it wasn't a unisex stall, the gap between the stalls was a bit high, about ten centimeters.
This men's restroom had two stalls; the one further inside and the one between us had windows, letting in plenty of moonlight. The third stall was dark and windowless. Although the gap between the stalls was ten centimeters high, I couldn't see clearly. I only saw a burning cigarette butt, its red glow vaguely illuminating a hand and a few strands of hair illuminated by the moonlight. The lecherous old man in the next stall was probably with his head at a 45-degree angle, his entire head resting on the ground. I couldn't see from my angle, but I knew from his angle he could see my girlfriend's large, white buttocks. Thinking this while rubbing my girlfriend's buttocks, my little brother was rock hard. When that lecherous old man came in, I hadn't put my penis back down. It was still pressed against my girlfriend's stomach. I took a cigarette from her and put it on my penis, letting her touch it. My girlfriend obediently touched it, unaware that someone next door was watching her completely exposed white buttocks.
I moved slightly; I was originally leaning against the cubicle door, but I moved to the cubicle next to another one, so my girlfriend's back was to the lecherous old man's cubicle. Firstly, I was afraid she'd notice someone peeking at us from that cubicle, and secondly, this way, the person next door could see my girlfriend's entire buttocks. After seeing my girlfriend's buttocks, the person next door clearly spat a few times, then suddenly yelled "Wow!" Apparently, the cigarette had burned to the end, and he'd burned his hand with the butt. He didn't dare make a sound. Then I heard him get up, panting, and light another cigarette. I guessed his hand was definitely on his penis now.
After lighting his cigarette, the lecherous old man next door leaned down again, this time closer. I could see his hands; he was probably a retired office worker, his hands were relatively clean.
He kept rubbing my girlfriend's buttocks, and she was also panting. I saw the lecherous man lie down, so I started my performance again. I spread my girlfriend's buttocks apart, letting in the moonlight so the lecherous man could see her pink anus and labia majora and minora. I could hear him breathing heavily; I was worried he might have a stroke because of his age. My girlfriend was holding me with one arm and touching my penis with the other, and we kept kissing. This was very exciting for her in the men's restroom. She whispered that there was a smell in the men's restroom, and I told her it was urine and semen, because some people masturbate there. Hearing this, I felt her body tense up, and I quickly touched her, and sure enough, another gush of fluid came out. I whispered that her hot pants would be completely wet, and suggested she take them off. My girlfriend blushed and nodded twice. I squatted down and completely pulled off her pants; luckily, there were hooks for hanging things in the restroom. I got up and continued to hold her against the stall. This time, I deliberately put one foot between her legs so she couldn't close them, and I could rub my thigh against her labia.
My girlfriend's lower body was completely naked, with her back to the lecherous man. Her white thighs, white buttocks, and her anus, occasionally peeking out from when her buttocks were spread open, along with her pink labia majora and minora, were all exposed to the moonlight. I guess the lecherous man was stunned. As soon as my girlfriend was undressed, her vagina gushed out again, all of it flowing onto my jeans. I thought, "Wait a minute, my pants will be all wet too." So I took off my own pants and hung them on the hook. While hanging them, my girlfriend's hot pants were knocked off and fell right where the lecherous man's crotch was. The ground looked like it had just been cleaned, and I was too lazy to pick them up. I took off my own clothes as well, and then took off my girlfriend's clothes, unhooking her bra to expose her two white breasts to the moonlight. Unfortunately, with her back to the lecherous man, he couldn't see them.
My girlfriend, now naked, clung to me nervously, her body trembling. The tension and excitement made her both thrilled and afraid. I kissed her, knowing that a kiss would ease her fear and increase her excitement.
While kissing her, I rubbed my thigh against her labia, and she responded by twisting her hips against my thigh, one hand holding me, the other stroking my penis. My hands were on her buttocks, kneading them, occasionally spreading them open for the lecherous old man to see. (My girlfriend later told me that she actually wanted me to penetrate her, but I wouldn't, and she was too embarrassed to say so, making her both uncomfortable and excited. She didn't even make a sound when I inserted my fingers into her anus because she didn't like having her anus touched.) I occasionally smeared the fluid from her labia onto her anus, my fingers circling there. Previously, my girlfriend only wouldn't let me touch her anus, but this time she was probably severely aroused. Seeing that she didn't react to touching her anus, I gently pressed my fingers against her anus, gently massaging it. My girlfriend was just passionately kissing me, her genitals rubbing against my thigh, not seeming to stop me at all.
I used one hand to pry open half of her buttocks, and with the other hand, I slowly inserted my middle finger into her already wet anus. I only inserted a little, and I felt her anus tighten, gripping my finger tightly. I felt a heat on my thigh, and another gush of fluid came out of her vagina, flowing onto my thigh. My girlfriend's vaginal fluid had already flowed down my leg and onto the floor, forming a puddle. I gently pulled my finger out, smeared some of the fluid around her anus onto her opening, and slowly inserted it again. My girlfriend didn't stop me at all; instead, she kissed me even more excitedly, her penis gripping mine tightly, her genitals rubbing against my thigh more quickly. I repeatedly used one hand to smear the fluid from her vagina onto her anus, then circled it a few times before slowly inserting it again.
I heard heavy breathing from next door, and then I remembered there was a lecherous old man next door. I looked through the gap in the partition and saw him with one hand above his head and the other hand probably on his penis. Because I saw the shadow moving, and occasionally I could see a bit of a glans penis peeking out from between the partitions. It was purple, probably heavily engorged. I realized that I hadn't even seen my girlfriend's open anus yet, but this lecherous old man had seen it first.
I kept getting the fluid from her vagina onto her anus, and I felt that her anus was already very wet, and it was open a bit, not as difficult to insert as before. I started inserting half a finger and slowly moving it in and out of her anus, and my girlfriend actually cooperated with the movements. She was already making moaning sounds. Suddenly, there was a groan from next door. I looked through the gap between the partitions and saw that the lecherous old man's entire glans was exposed in the shadow under the moonlight. Then he ejaculated, and streams of semen shot towards us. Because my girlfriend and I were currently crossing our legs, with one of my legs inside and one of her legs outside, and our legs crossed like this, my girlfriend's foot was right at the position of the lecherous old man's glans. Streams of semen sprayed over, and even though we were about half a meter away, damn it, some of it still sprayed onto my girlfriend's foot. But his girlfriend didn't notice at all. After he finished ejaculating, she saw him pull his hand and head back, and heard the sound of a lighter; she guessed he was lighting a cigarette afterward.
I snapped back to reality and started exploring my girlfriend's anus. Perhaps because her vagina wasn't being penetrated, she was actually cooperating with my thrusting into her anus, which was incredibly wet. My middle finger slid smoothly during the thrusting, but I only inserted half of it. My girlfriend quickened her pace, her buttocks suddenly arching outwards, and I inserted my entire finger. She let out a soft moan, and I felt another gush of fluid flow from her vagina. She stopped moving, clinging tightly to me; I guessed she'd had another small orgasm. My entire finger was now inside her anus.
After a while, I felt her slowly rubbing her vulva against my thigh, and my still finger began to move slowly. I admire myself for managing to resist inserting my penis into her vagina until now. Perhaps it's because we used to do it every day, several times a day, and I'd only just ejaculated once at noon. But it was time for me to enjoy myself. I pulled my finger out and whispered in her ear, "Kiss my little brother." She immediately knelt down, and because she wanted to kiss my little brother, she tried to back away. When we took off our pants, we had already taken off our shoes because the toilet was relatively clean, and it was fine to go barefoot. As she backed away barefoot, she stepped on the semen that the perverted man had ejaculated. She looked at it strangely, and I quickly said, "Look, there's all your semen on the floor." She looked and indeed, there was semen on the floor, and she blushed and slapped me. Actually, if it were her now, she would immediately know it was semen, not her vaginal fluid.
My girlfriend, with her legs spread and back straight, squatted down and took my rock-hard penis into her mouth. My freed hands were just enough to take out a cigarette and have a couple of puffs. Because I'm relatively tall, my girlfriend had to straighten her back to make it easier to take my penis in her mouth, and because she was spreading her legs and straightening her back, her big buttocks had to stick out backward, making them appear very large and spread apart, like a peach. And because she was backing away, her buttocks were very close to the cubicle, only a few centimeters from the ground, and because she was squatting, her buttocks were only a few centimeters off the ground. I was thinking it was a shame that the perverted guy left after he ejaculated. If he were still here, my girlfriend's ass, anus, and labia would be right in front of him.
Suddenly, someone coughed next door. Damn, that perverted guy was still here, probably coughing from his post-coital cigarette. My girlfriend heard it too, and looked at me with my penis in her mouth. I gave her an OK sign to reassure her. She continued to suck on my penis. I saw that hand propped up in the gap between the partitions, then suddenly pulled back. I knew that perverted guy had lowered his head to look again, when he suddenly saw a snow-white ass right in front of him and was startled.
A moment later, the hand was there again, and the perverted guy had recovered and continued looking. Now my girlfriend's ass was just centimeters in front of him, her legs spread apart, her ass also spread, her labia and anus exposed just centimeters away.
I was a little worried that the perverted guy wouldn't be able to resist touching my girlfriend's ass. First, I don't like it, and second, if my girlfriend found out, we wouldn't be able to play. Fortunately, the lecherous uncle had the desire but not the courage;
he knew that if he touched her, he wouldn't be able to see her anymore. He just kept breathing heavily and didn't dare reach out. I saw my girlfriend squatting down, sucking my penis, her buttocks swaying gently back and forth involuntarily. I knew she was very aroused. From the beginning until now, I hadn't inserted my penis into her vagina, only my fingers into her anus. She must be very itchy now, wanting me to penetrate her. Sure enough, I saw her hold my penis in one hand and reach towards her vagina with the other. After touching it a couple of times, she blushed, looked at me, and then placed her hand on my thigh. I knew that for this innocent girl, in a public restroom, naked, legs spread, squatting and sucking my penis, this was already her limit at that time. And all of this was initiated by me; she was just passively cooperating. She didn't dare to take the initiative in front of me then.
Watching my girlfriend keep swaying her buttocks, I knew she was very itchy. She didn't dare to take the initiative, nor did she dare to touch it herself. I hadn't finished my cigarette yet, so I adjusted my posture, standing on one foot and placing the other under her buttocks, rubbing the back of my foot against her labia. After only a couple of rubs, she reached down to her crotch, grabbed my foot, and rubbed her vulva with the back of her foot. Her vulva was incredibly itchy. After a few rubs, it started gushing out. I bet the perverted guy next door would have stared wide-eyed at this scene just centimeters from his eyes.
Suddenly, the guy next door coughed lightly, and my girlfriend immediately stopped, staring at me. I made a shushing gesture, and she just stared at me, still with my penis in her mouth. The guy next door started walking away, his footsteps deliberately heavy, as if to let us know he was leaving. He paused at the door, and suddenly the light switch clicked, and the bathroom light came on. Apparently, this bathroom had a light; you had to turn it on yourself. As soon as the light came on, my girlfriend jumped up and snuggled into my arms, probably startled. I held her, stroking her back and kissing her. Her eyes were fixed on me; she looked so adorable. I whispered to her it was okay. Then the footsteps began to fade away.
I think it was because although moonlight shone into the toilet, it was still dark, and my girlfriend had squatted down against the partition, her big buttocks blocking the moonlight. Although her snow-white buttocks were right next to the partition, they were obscured by the moonlight, so even though they were so close, I couldn't see them clearly. The lecherous man might have been tempted to take a chance, turn on the light, and then pretend to leave, only to sneak back later. If it were me, I wouldn't have missed such a good opportunity.
Although I thought this, I still pretended to have left as the person next door, raising my voice to tell my girlfriend, "Don't worry, the person next door is gone, don't be nervous." Then I used the same trick as before, kissing her to reassure her. While kissing her, I hugged her and touched her. My girlfriend's skin was not only white but also very good. Even now, at 26 years old, it is still smooth and delicate, let alone when she was 19. I ran my hand along her smooth back, then onto her snow-white buttocks, then deeper into her buttocks, circling around her anus, while my other hand touched her labia, my fingers stroking back and forth between them. Today was my girlfriend's first time having sex outdoors, and she'd had a bit too much to drink. Her entire vulva, labia, and anus were soaking wet. She quickly relaxed and got into the mood, panting and moaning softly. She seemed more comfortable knowing no one was in the bathroom. She reached down and tried to push my fingers inside her vulva, but I wouldn't go in. She pulled them out and continued sliding them around. Unable to penetrate me from the front, she thrust her hips towards me, wanting me to insert my fingers deeper into her anus. Slowly, she started moving like she was having sex.
Holding my panting girlfriend, wriggling her hips, my attention was focused on the sounds outside. I planned that if the perverted man left, I'd pin my girlfriend down on the cubicle and finish the day standing up in a doggy-style position. If he came back to spy, I'd explore her a bit more.
A little while later, I heard very faint noises outside. I knew the perverted man had secretly returned to spy. My girlfriend was moaning softly, completely lost in her arousal, oblivious to the lecherous man walking in.
His shadow appeared in the gap between the stalls; the bathroom light was on, casting his shadow on the floor. I saw him leaning against the stall, but he could only see his feet since we were both standing.
I began my performance, leaning back against the stall so my girlfriend could kiss my penis. But instead of squatting down, she spread her legs, bent over, one hand on my thigh, the other on my penis, and took it into her mouth. She probably wanted me to touch her labia and anus; I couldn't reach them if she squatted. This way, the lecherous man couldn't see. However, from his angle, he could see my girlfriend's breasts and her sucking my penis. Let him learn about beautiful breasts and a beautiful woman sucking his cock first.
I bent slightly, reaching one hand to my girlfriend's beautiful buttocks, tracing the cleft towards her anus. Standing, I could only reach with one hand; two hands wouldn't be enough. With my other hand free, I could just touch her breasts (at the time, my girlfriend's breasts were neither big nor small, which was normal; now, after I've been touching them for several years, they've grown bigger, but her areolas and nipples are pink, not dark at all).
From the shadow on the cubicle floor, I saw the lecherous man move down, perhaps his girlfriend's spread legs were blocking his view. He moved between her legs, just enough to see her breasts. I started circling my fingers around her anus. Although I couldn't see from the front, from behind, her pink anus was starting to open and close, like a little fish's mouth, her buttocks moving with my fingers. When I thought it was about right, I slowly inserted my index finger, it slid in completely. My middle finger then reached forward to caress her labia. As soon as my fingers entered, my girlfriend spat out my penis, let out a soft moan, and continued to suck on it. I bent forward again, letting my index finger fully enter her anus, and my middle finger enter her vagina. It really slid in completely. Inside her vagina, it was a watery world; fluid immediately flowed out, dripping onto the floor. My girlfriend spat out my penis again, moaning softly, her buttocks swaying back and forth, as if she were having sex with me.
My girlfriend was wiggling her hips and moaning softly, rubbing my penis against his face—something she'd never done before. I knew she was completely uninhibited, completely aroused. But I was worried that if she didn't have my penis in her mouth, she might look down and see the perverted man under the partition, which was about ten centimeters high, and the bathroom light was on. Although she was completely in heat and oblivious to her surroundings,
I could only grab my penis and put it in her mouth, signaling her to keep it in. My girlfriend obediently took it in and sucked hard. This was also rare for her. I inserted my index finger into her anus and kept it still, while my middle finger moved around inside her vagina. Strangely, even though it was in two different holes, I could feel my fingers. There was only a layer of flesh between them—the intestinal wall and the vaginal wall. Actually, I was just touching my index finger with my middle finger through her vaginal wall. But this drove my girlfriend, who hadn't been penetrated vaginally before, completely crazy. She kept wiggling her hips, and even let go of my penis with one hand to grab her own breast. I knew I'd taken her to a whole new level today; she was now purely driven by lust, like an innocent young girl.
Seeing that the time was right, and my girlfriend was fully aroused, I told her, "I'm tired of standing; let's squat down." She hummed in agreement, and we squatted down together. Her mouth never left my penis, and my fingers remained inside her anus and vagina. We squatted like that. She squatted with her legs apart, but I couldn't squat down completely; her head was stuck in my stomach. I had to turn to the side at a 45-degree angle so her legs were between my thighs and waist. This made it easier for my hands to penetrate her. I noticed that the hand she had been holding onto was now directly on the ground. Although the ground looked clean, it was covered in her vaginal fluid, and this was a men's restroom in a public restroom—there might even be dried urine on the floor. She, who is usually very clean, was probably blinded by lust and alcohol.
After squatting down, my girlfriend's buttocks were only 5-6 centimeters from the stall. Because she had to bend over to suck my penis, her buttocks had to be raised about ten to twenty centimeters off the ground. Because my girlfriend's buttocks were blocking the gap in the cubicle, I couldn't see how close the perverted man was to the cubicle, but now, with her legs spread and her bare buttocks raised, she was only about ten centimeters away from him, and the toilet light was very bright. The perverted man could now see my girlfriend's big buttocks, her pink anus, her pink labia majora and minora, and her already open vaginal opening clearly; he could even count the hairs. I was really afraid the perverted man would have a stroke from the stimulation.
Just now, looking at the shadow, the perverted man was already lying on his side on the floor of the next cubicle. From the shadow, I could see he had pulled out his penis, but perhaps because of his age, and having just ejaculated, it was probably still soft. The shadow only showed his hand holding it; I couldn't see the shape of his penis. As my girlfriend squatted down, the lecherous man probably saw a large, white buttock suddenly appear before him. Stimulated, he leaned his buttocks against the cubicle, and I could see his hand through the gap. His penis also seemed to be a little hard, the glans peeking out from his clenched hand, which I also saw clearly. The toilet light was bright, making it very clear. The dark purple glans wasn't large, and there was fluid leaking from the glans, probably prostatic fluid. Normally, I would feel disgusted seeing that, but now, in the excitement of exposing my girlfriend, I felt nothing.
I squatted sideways, making it easier to thrust my hands in and out of my girlfriend's anus and vagina, and I could even insert an extra ring finger into her vagina. So, my index finger was inserted into her anus, and my middle and ring fingers were inside her vagina. Sometimes they went in and out alternately, sometimes simultaneously, and sometimes I would insert them deeply, gently stirring between the intestinal and vaginal walls. My girlfriend was incredibly excited; I could feel her squirting. She spat out my penis, rested her head on my lap, and held my hard penis in her hand, rubbing it against her face and occasionally licking it, all the while moaning softly.
Seeing her squatting and bending over to suck me, I worried she'd get tired, so I told her, "Squatting like that is tiring. Kneel down, I'll get you some clothes to put on the floor." I grabbed my T-shirt from the shelf and laid it in front of her. She spat out my penis and tried to look down at where the clothes were, but I was startled. If she looked down, she'd see the face of the lecherous man in the next room, just centimeters from her bare buttocks. In a panic, I pressed down on her waist with one hand and brought my penis to her mouth with the other, signaling her not to stop and to keep sucking. My girlfriend obediently continued to suck my big cock.
She first knelt down with the leg closest to the door, but because my hand was pressing down on her waist, she couldn't kneel properly and could only kneel and crouch with her legs spread apart. Then she knelt down on her other leg as well, but the t-shirt wasn't long enough. Since her feet were covered in the semen the perverted man had ejaculated earlier, I subconsciously didn't place the t-shirt there. My girlfriend's knees didn't touch the t-shirt; instead, they landed on the perverted man's semen. She slid down, landing face down like a frog, her upper body resting against my thighs, with one arm supporting her on the ground. Her lower body was on the ground, covered in her vaginal fluid and the perverted man's semen, but not completely face down. Her buttocks were still sticking up, and her calves and inner thighs were mostly on the ground, but with her buttocks up, her labia were probably about 3 to 4 centimeters off the ground. The leg that was pointing inwards was completely covered in the perverted man's semen, the foot straight, sole facing upwards, the sole covered in his semen and her own vaginal fluid. Holy crap, I suddenly saw above my girlfriend's outstretched feet was the lecherous man's purplish-red glans. Just as I saw it, a drop of liquid dripped from the urethral opening onto the sole of my girlfriend's foot. It's possible that when my girlfriend bent over and stretched out her legs, one foot happened to touch the crotch of the lecherous man's pants, though it probably didn't actually touch her, but the lecherous man's glans was almost touching the sole of her foot. The contrast between her fair sole and the purplish-red glans was striking.
Turning around, because my girlfriend's buttocks were now bent over, I could see the gap in the partition behind her. Half of the lecherous man's face was visible through the gap; because his hand was behind his head, I could only see his chin and nose. My girlfriend's open buttocks were only 4-5 centimeters away from the lecherous man. Before, when she was standing or squatting, her anus and vaginal opening were facing downwards towards the ground; now, lying down like this, her anus and vaginal opening were directly facing the lecherous man, and only 4-5 centimeters away. Seeing the lecherous man's mouth agape, with a puddle of water on the ground, probably from their earlier drooling, I noticed a girl's bare, snow-white buttocks suddenly appearing before me, along with her pink anus and pink labia majora and minora. The lecherous man shuddered. I saw his purplish-red glans, protruding from the crotch, twitch and extend forward slightly, releasing a small amount of white semen—not ejaculated, but rather from his excitement. I don't know if his glans touched my girlfriend's soles, but the semen definitely flowed onto them.
I saw that the lecherous man's chin, mouth, and nose were wet. I guessed he'd been sprayed with water from his girlfriend's earlier squirting. His tongue involuntarily reached towards his girlfriend's labia, but he quickly withdrew, licking his own lips. His girlfriend's anus and labia were still contracting, clearly in heat. Her current position, with her legs spread wide in an M-shape, made it easy for her to climax or squirt, especially lying face down. The cold floor stimulated her inner thighs, and I knew she was about to ejaculate. So, I inserted my index finger into her anus, and my index and ring fingers into her vagina. I continued thrusting in and out of her pink holes, carefully, afraid of touching the lecherous man's nose.
My girlfriend was already moaning ecstatically, though not very loudly. (Now she can moan loudly.) Her buttocks started to wiggle, and I quickly pulled her buttocks a little closer to me, afraid of touching the lecherous man. Also, this gave my hands some room to move, allowing me to thrust into her anus and vagina more forcefully.
After only a few dozen thrusts, I felt she was about to climax. Her hands gripped my penis tightly. Her back stiffened, and seeing my opportunity, I pulled my finger out. A gush of fluid shot out of her vagina, like urine, but in bursts. Because her vaginal opening was facing the lecherous man, some sprayed onto his face, and he caught it with his mouth wide open. Suddenly, I had a moment of lust. I inserted my finger into my girlfriend's vagina and thrust it in and out a few more times, then pulled it out abruptly. As she climaxed again, I pushed her buttocks towards the lecherous man. Half of her buttocks were stuck in the gap in the partition. After she climaxed a few more times, I pulled her buttocks back.
Originally, I wanted to play a prank and make the lecherous man drink more of my girlfriend's climax fluid, but I didn't expect that this would be like forcing my girlfriend's vaginal fluid into his mouth. Pulling her buttocks back, I saw white liquid around his mouth and nose—the white vaginal fluid I had just extracted from my girlfriend's vagina, smeared on her groin and labia. In other words, when I pushed my girlfriend's buttocks like that, her vagina was pressed against the lecherous man's face—a huge loss. But instead of feeling angry, I felt a strange excitement.
I continued to thrust my fingers in and out of my girlfriend's anus and vagina. If she ejaculated, I could keep thrusting until she ejaculated several times in a row. After a few thrusts, my girlfriend gripped my penis tightly again, her back straightened, and she was about to ejaculate again. I pulled my finger out of her vagina, but kept my index finger in her anus, continuing to thrust. Then I pushed her buttocks back towards the partition, but this time I didn't push them all the way in; I pushed them until they were about 1 centimeter away from the partition. The lecherous man's mouth was already directly under the partition. I could see his mouth between my girlfriend's white buttocks and the partition. My girlfriend trembled and started to ejaculate. I turned my body slightly to the side, leaning my head towards the partition, and saw that my girlfriend's labia were only 1-2 centimeters in front of the lecherous man's open mouth. Almost all of my girlfriend's spurting fluid landed in the lecherous man's mouth. He opened and closed his mouth, gulping down the fluid from her vagina. Watching a strange man drink my girlfriend's fluid made my penis incredibly hard, almost bursting with excitement. I grabbed my girlfriend's hand that was holding my penis and started stroking it up and down. My girlfriend then released her mouth and licked the head of my penis with her tongue.
Before I could pull her buttocks back, the lecherous man suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked her labia. Caught off guard, I froze for a moment. The pleasure of my girlfriend stroking and licking my penis surged through me. The inexplicable excitement of seeing my girlfriend's tender vulva being licked by a stranger made me not pull her buttocks back. Instead, I watched the lecherous man's tongue lick my girlfriend's pink labia majora, watching his tongue lick along the labia majora and minora. Then, I licked into her vagina through her labia minora. My index finger, which was still inserted in her anus, could feel the lecherous man's tongue already inside her vagina, and he was starting to thrust in and out, even though it only went in about the length of my glans. I felt both strange and excited. I started thrusting my index finger in and out of her anus as well. My girlfriend probably thought it was my finger inside her vagina. Although the difference was huge, she was completely aroused and experiencing the pleasure of squirting, so she didn't realize that it was a strange man's tongue inside her vagina. The lecherous
man licked my girlfriend's labia through the gap in the partition, thrusting his tongue in and out of her vagina. My girlfriend licked my penis, and I thrust my finger in and out of her anus. I don't know if this counts as a threesome. I've had friends and I used to call prostitutes in a room and take turns, doing foursomes and threesomes. But this was the first time it was with my girlfriend. But it doesn't really count as a threesome, but it felt completely different from a threesome or foursome with prostitutes, an unusually exciting feeling. Watching the lecherous uncle lick his girlfriend's labia and vagina, while I thrust into her anus, I noticed some pale yellow feces around her anus from my thrusting, even staining her snow-white buttocks. I mischievously pulled out my finger and pressed her buttocks down.
The lecherous uncle's tongue, which had been moving inside her vagina, suddenly slid down to her anus. Because I had just pulled my finger out, her anus was still open, and the tip of his tongue slid directly into it, but it was too wide to go in completely. He paused for a moment, then continued to lick her anus diligently, withdrawing his tongue after a few licks and smacking it in his mouth. Holy crap, this lecherous uncle wasn't just licking his girlfriend's feces; he had a really heavy taste. This time, he licked her anus clean, even licking away the few specks of feces on her snow-white buttocks.
Watching the lecherous uncle diligently licking his innocent girlfriend's most private parts, my penis felt like it was about to ejaculate. I glanced at the lecherous man's glans on my girlfriend's sole; his penis was clearly hard, the glans fully protruding, with part of the shaft showing.
Seeing that his tongue was no longer wet with my girlfriend's excrement, I released my hand from her buttocks, and she stuck them out again. He then began licking her labia, thoroughly cleaning her cleft, labia majora, and labia minora, sliding his tongue back and forth between them. I also inserted my finger into her anus, which was covered in his saliva, so slippery I could probably insert my penis easily, but I wasn't thinking about penetrating her anus.
As he continued licking, his tongue moved into her vagina. I could clearly feel his tongue slowly entering her vagina, pressing against my hand through the vaginal walls. It felt like his tongue was moving up and down, left and right inside her vagina, and when it moved upwards, it felt like he was licking my finger, one stroke at a time. My girlfriend's grip on my penis tightened, her back straightening; another wave of squirting was about to hit her. I stopped my fingers from thrusting in her anus. My girlfriend shuddered and started squirting again, all of it going into the lecherous man's mouth. Looks like his tongue skills are pretty good. I looked inside; the lecherous man's penis was probably at its limit, the purplish-red glans hard and erect.
Suddenly, the lecherous man pulled back, leaving my girlfriend's vagina empty. I inserted two fingers into her vagina, thrusting in and out of both holes simultaneously. While thrusting, I observed what the lecherous man was trying to do. I didn't see him ejaculate, so he probably wasn't leaving. I didn't hear any noise outside either, so no one was coming. Inside my girlfriend's vagina, my fingers could penetrate deeper than the lecherous man's tongue, easily finding her G-spot. When her G-spot was stimulated, my girlfriend moaned. I heard
the sounds of someone unbuckling a belt and pulling down pants in the next room. Holy crap, did the lecherous man want to actually have sex with my girlfriend? That's something I'd never allow. A moment later, I saw the lecherous man's toes spread wide, sticking out through the gap in the partition. One foot was wearing a shoe, the other bare. Clearly, he had only taken one shoe off, and then squatted down, legs apart, trying to stick his penis through the gap into my girlfriend's tender vagina.
Sure enough, his penis, through the gap, was aimed directly at my girlfriend's wide-open ass. I quickly pulled my girlfriend's ass towards me. His penis only extended 3-4 centimeters out of the partition before it got stuck. To try and get it as far out as possible, he had it on the ground, his testicles dangling, soaking in the vaginal fluid my girlfriend had just ejaculated and his own saliva. His penis wasn't long, about 8-9 centimeters, and the thickness was normal, but it was very dark and curved to one side.
When I had him lick my friend's vagina earlier, he probably knew I was doing it on purpose, but we both kept it to ourselves. The lecherous older man, realizing his penis couldn't reach his girlfriend's vagina, knew I wouldn't let him insert it. So he reached over and masturbated with his hand over her vagina. Meanwhile, I was stimulating her G-spot with my fingers, thrusting them in and out of her anus and vagina. Soon, she started trembling all over. I pulled my fingers out, and as I did, streams of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, spraying onto the lecherous older man's glans, penis, and his hand. It was the first time I'd seen someone else's penis so close to my girlfriend's genitals, and I was almost ejaculating myself.
After my girlfriend finished her orgasm, I was probably too excited. Seeing how hard the lecherous guy was working, I wanted to give him a taste of pleasure. I moved my girlfriend's buttocks back a little so that the lecherous guy's glans could touch her labia. Of course, penetration was out of the question. Then I inserted two fingers into my girlfriend's anus and started thrusting. As soon as the lecherous guy's glans touched my girlfriend's labia, I heard a gasp from next door. The lecherous guy was holding his penis and excitedly rubbing it against my girlfriend's labia majora and minora. I moved my girlfriend's buttocks back a little more so that the lecherous guy's glans could slide into the slit of her labia. I kept my head down, watching the distance; I didn't want someone else's penis inside my girlfriend's vagina. I saw the lecherous guy's glans being enveloped by my girlfriend's plump, pink, hairless labia majora, sliding back and forth between the labia. It slid to the vaginal opening and even went in a little. I could feel my fingers thrusting in and out of my girlfriend's anus, but they didn't go in.
Seeing this lewd scene, I was almost unable to resist. The lecherous uncle was circling his penis at the entrance of his girlfriend's vagina, rubbing against it but unable to penetrate. Suddenly, his girlfriend, perhaps unable to withstand the stimulation, thrust her buttocks backward. I was startled and pulled back with two fingers still inserted in her anus, deeply penetrating her anus as I pulled. But I still felt the lecherous uncle's penis, still at the entrance of his girlfriend's vagina, slide directly in. I don't know how far it slid in, but I felt the entire penis head inserted into his girlfriend's vagina. But I immediately pulled it out. Suddenly, everything changed. I watched as the lecherous uncle's penis head disappeared into my girlfriend's vagina. My own penis heated up, and I ejaculated into my girlfriend's mouth. At the same time, the lecherous uncle's penis head, after sliding out of his girlfriend's vagina, twitched twice and also began to ejaculate. I instinctively pulled my fingers out quickly, afraid of getting it on my hand. The lecherous uncle ejaculated onto his girlfriend's vagina and buttocks, his semen landing on her labia, anus, and buttocks. Because I had just withdrawn my fingers and her anus wasn't closed yet, some semen went directly into her open anus.
The worst part was that as soon as I pulled my fingers out and released my grip, my girlfriend's buttocks naturally slumped back, and as the lecherous uncle's throbbing penis ejaculated its second stream of semen, her buttocks landed right on top of it. Luckily, when the lecherous uncle ejaculated, his penis was erect, and the glans slid past the vaginal opening without going in. However, it slid towards her open anus, which had just been stretched open by my two fingers, and was very slippery with vaginal fluid. And the lecherous uncle's glans wasn't very big. I watched helplessly as the lecherous uncle's glans slid into my girlfriend's anus, half of it going in, before being blocked by the flesh around the anal opening. But when my girlfriend slumped back with more force, the lecherous uncle thrust his penis forward again. The lecherous man's glans pressed against his girlfriend's anus, forcing it deep into her buttocks, and his penis bent under the pressure.
Then, with a soft "thump," the glans was completely inside her anus, his entire penis inserted straight in, with only a third remaining outside. His girlfriend had been truly anally violated. All of this, though I've described it in so many words, happened in the blink of an eye, in just a second or two. That is, between the first and second ejaculation of his penis. Men know that ejaculation usually occurs in quick succession, but with very tight intervals.
The instant his penis was fully inside her anus, she orgasmed, letting out a loud cry while sucking on my penis. Then I heard the sound of water hitting the floor; it wasn't squirting, it was urine. Only urine has that kind of force, making that loud sound, and it wasn't interrupted. But at the same time, she seemed to have squirted too. I saw streams of clear liquid spraying from my girlfriend's vulva onto the lecherous man's scrotum. The lecherous man's penis throbbed a few times after entering my girlfriend's anus; I knew each throb meant a spurt of semen. Because at the same time, my penis was also throbbing in my girlfriend's mouth, similarly throbbing with each throb. You could say all three of us orgasmed simultaneously... This should be considered a threesome, although the lecherous man's penis didn't thrust after entering my girlfriend's anus.
With each throb of the lecherous man's penis deeply inserted into my girlfriend's anus, a stream of scalding semen shot into my girlfriend's intestines, and she moaned. The sound of her urinating incontinence due to the orgasm gradually subsided. The lecherous man's penis slowly slid out of my girlfriend's anus, and as it did, a strand of liquid, a mixture of semen and my girlfriend's vaginal fluid, was pulled out of her anus, slowly retracting into the gap between the compartments. I heard the lecherous man sitting there, panting.
My girlfriend was completely limp on the floor, her upper body slumped against my lap, my penis still in her mouth, semen dripping from the corner of her mouth and onto my thigh. She was probably semi-conscious, completely unaware that she had just been anally penetrated by a strange older man. Because when the perverted man penetrated her, she was already in a state of sexual arousal nearing orgasm. Afterwards, I assumed she felt something was happening but was too embarrassed to say anything, so I didn't mention it, only saying that someone next door was spying on us and masturbating. But years later, when we brought this up again, rekindling our passion in that same bathroom, she was no longer hesitant to tell me anything. I told her about how the perverted man had licked her labia, inserted his tongue into her vagina, and rubbed his penis against her labia, and how she had orgasmed several times, though at the time she genuinely didn't know she had been penetrated.
I let my girlfriend rest on me like that, and then I reached for a cigarette and lit one. Ironically, I had considered offering the strange man a cigarette, but I didn't. I heard the lecherous man resting for a bit, his breathing less labored, and then I heard him pull up his pants. Then I saw him kiss his girlfriend's foot, which was still stretched out to the other side, and then I heard him quietly walk away.
I finished my cigarette. I saw my girlfriend still had her eyes closed, breathing softly, my penis still in her mouth, feeling the airflow from her breath. My penis was still hard; I guess I was too excited from the stimulation today. I carefully took my penis out of my girlfriend's mouth so she could breathe easier. As soon as I took it out, my girlfriend softly grabbed my penis and held it to her face, comforting it. I wanted her to rest a little longer; she had squirted so many times, had another orgasm. So I took out another cigarette and lit it.
Looking at my girlfriend, thinking about how the lecherous man's penis had penetrated her anus, I wasn't angry at all. Seeing that my girlfriend's anus was still open, and the lecherous man's semen slowly flowing from her open anus, dripping down her labia onto the ground, my slightly limp penis immediately hardened again. I really wanted to pull my girlfriend up again and have sex with her properly, but seeing how exhausted she was, I forced myself to let her rest.
After smoking several cigarettes, I calmed down, and my penis softened a bit. My girlfriend had recovered somewhat by then, sat up, and looked at herself. She was soaking wet; her face, shoulders, and one breast were covered in my semen, while her lower body was covered in her own urine, vaginal fluid, and white vaginal discharge, as well as a lot of other men's semen. She looked at herself, then at me, smiled, and kissed me. When she did, I realized there was still my semen in her mouth. Before, after I ejaculated in her mouth, I had to wait for her to wash before I kissed her; this was the first time I'd tasted semen.
After we stood up, we realized a problem: how were we going to clean ourselves? I thought of the sink outside the bathroom, but we couldn't go out to wash in our clothes right now, so I told my girlfriend to wait for me, and I went out naked, turning off the bathroom light first. Seeing that all the park lights were off and there was no one outside, I went to the outdoor washbasin and washed myself thoroughly.
After washing, I went back to the restroom naked. I quickly wiped myself with my underwear and then put on jeans without putting on any more. My t-shirt was soaking in my girlfriend's vaginal fluid and the perverted man's semen on the ground, and I didn't dare to wear it.
I took my girlfriend's clothes and went to the outdoor washbasin with her, helping her wash her upper body first. I had her put on a bra and top, carried her to the washbasin, and made her squat with her legs spread in front of the faucet. I washed her carefully with water, especially her anus where the perverted man had penetrated, which was still full of his semen.
It was a hot day, and the water wasn't cold at all. But I didn't want to wash her anus directly, afraid that my girlfriend would suspect something. While washing her front, my girlfriend seemed to get a little excited again, so I pretended to flirt with her, reaching down from the front and inserting my fingers into her vagina, thrusting them in and out. Don't just reach under her buttocks to get water and rinse her anus, then stick your fingers in and stir it around before rinsing it with water again.
I kept washing her, and unexpectedly, my girlfriend started to feel it. She opened her arms and pressed herself against the mirror on the sink, moaning softly. Her lower body moved in sync with my movements. I got aroused too. Seeing that her anus was almost clean, I turned off the water. I took off my pants. The sink height was just right, and my penis was positioned perfectly where my girlfriend was squatting. (Later, we did it here over twenty times, and years later, when we reminisced about it, we did it over twenty more times during that time. Because the height was just right and the position was slightly off.) After
taking off my pants, I took out my penis and rubbed it against my girlfriend's labia a few times. Her vagina was still very wet. I rubbed it to the vaginal opening and then thrust in. My girlfriend let out a cry and started moving her buttocks. I slowly thrust my penis in and out of my girlfriend's vagina, when suddenly I felt a cool sensation on my penis. Damn, there was still that perverted man's semen flowing out of my girlfriend's anus, down her buttocks, past her perineum, and down to where my penis and my girlfriend's genitals were joined. I quickly pulled out and turned on the water again to rinse my penis and my girlfriend's genitals. My girlfriend thought I was going to penetrate her anus, turned around, blushed, and said, "Be gentle when you do it from behind."
How could I miss this opportunity? I pretended to wet her anus with water. Actually, I was washing away the semen left by the perverted man. After washing, I wanted to lick some saliva from her anus first, but thinking of the perverted man's semen, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I could only use the vaginal fluid from her vagina as lubricant. I then inserted my penis into her vagina, moistened it with some fluid, and slowly circled the glans around her anus. For some reason, the image of the perverted man's dark penis penetrating her anus flashed in my mind. That image made my penis throb with desire.
I circled the glans around her anus a few times, then slowly inserted it. Although her anus had just been penetrated by the perverted man, my glans was a size larger than his, making it difficult to insert. I took it out and thrust it in and out of her vagina a few times to lubricate the glans. Then I pushed it against her anus, pushing hard, and finally it went in. It felt so good to be enveloped by the flesh around my anus. I enjoyed it for a moment, then slowly continued to insert. But halfway in, perhaps because I had just washed my anus with water, it became dry and I couldn't go in any further. My girlfriend cried out in pain.
She suddenly turned around, and my penis fell out of her anus. She turned around, took my penis, and put it in her mouth. I noticed a lot of white semen on my glans. Damn, that pervert must have just gone in. How much did that guy ejaculate inside me? Before I could stop her, my girlfriend took my glans into her mouth and started licking it. Holy crap, she was indirectly swallowing that pervert's semen.
After my girlfriend licked my entire penis covered in saliva, she turned around, grabbed my penis from behind, rubbed it against her anus a few times, and then inserted it. This time it was much easier to go in; my penis easily went in halfway. But when it was about two-thirds of the way in, it felt dry again. My girlfriend turned around again, took my penis, and put it in her mouth again. Damn, there was still some of that perverted old man's semen on my glans from her anus. This time, my girlfriend licked it first with her tongue, watching as she slowly licked the semen from my glans into her mouth and swallowed it.
After licking it, my girlfriend turned her back to me, held my penis herself, and slowly inserted it into her anus. This time, it was finally fully inserted. My girlfriend and I both breathed a deep sigh of relief. My girlfriend told me not to move, and then pulled my hand to her vagina. She pressed my fingers into her vagina. I inserted my fingers and touched her G-spot on her vagina, and then touched my penis deeply inserted into her anus through the vaginal wall, but I couldn't feel the glans, it was inserted too deep.
My girlfriend told me not to move, and she slowly lifted her buttocks and then slowly sat down, each time lifting her buttocks until my glans was almost at the opening of her anus, then sitting down completely, letting my penis be fully inserted into her anus. My fingers that were inserted into her vagina didn't stop either, constantly stimulating her G-spot. My girlfriend also took off her clothes, and then took off her bra. She seemed to have lost all sense of urgency, like she'd forgotten everything. We were in a park, and she was completely naked—what if someone came? I was too excited to care. The pleasure from my penis enveloped me.
After my girlfriend finished dressing, she pressed herself against the mirror. When her nipples touched the cold glass, she let out an excited cry. It was only after this that I realized she liked the cold glass stimulating her nipples when she was aroused, because a few times before, I'd pressed her against the hotel window and thrust into her until she climaxed. She was
already about to squirt, and as soon as her nipples touched the glass of the sink, she immediately gushed out streams of fluid. She started to move her hips up and down faster, using her anus to tease my penis, while her breasts rubbed against the glass of the sink. And I barely had to move; I just held her waist with one hand and my fingers were thrusting in and out of her vagina with the other. My girlfriend started to moan, from the previous "mmm" to "ahhh," but the sound was still not loud. She even touched her own vulva with one hand, rubbing her genitals, something she had never done before.
My girlfriend excitedly pressed her breasts against the sink mirror, her hips moving up and down faster and faster. She rubbed her labia faster, even inserting her fingers into her vagina and thrusting them in and out with mine. She kept moaning, saying, "Faster, faster, I'm almost there."
I don't know if anyone passed by, but anyone who did would definitely be attracted by my girlfriend's moans. And it was only a little past midnight; we often drank until this time before coming here, and we would still run into one or two people, mostly couples. I think there must have been a couple hiding nearby, peeping, watching a girl naked, squatting on the sink, her buttocks sticking out, sitting up and down on the penis of a man whose pants had fallen down to his ankles. If you were closer, you could even see the black penis thrusting in and out of the woman's anus.
My girlfriend squirted again, and then I started to exert myself, holding her waist and pressing down, then thrusting in and out of her anus. My thrusting was more forceful than hers; I pulled back until the head of my penis was halfway out of her anus, then thrust it all the way in. My girlfriend couldn't take it after a few thrusts; her screams turned into cries, saying she couldn't take it anymore, she was coming, it felt so good! It was the first time I'd heard her moan like that. Because of the long thrusting, and the tight flesh around her anus, it was incredibly stimulating to the head of my penis.
A moment later, I felt myself about to ejaculate. But my girlfriend came even faster; she suddenly screamed, leaning back against me, and I thrust my entire penis in as deep as possible. The intense pleasure from my penis made me feel like I was seeing stars. I felt a rush of fluid from the base of my penis to the head, shooting out forcefully from the urethral opening, deep into my girlfriend's rectum. My girlfriend, already in the throes of orgasm, lost all control after that powerful thrust and ejaculation. She leaned back, her legs spread wide, lunging forward. With another thrust and ejaculation, her legs, which had been slowly extending forward, suddenly kicked out with a scream, sending me staggering back two steps. She leaned against me, her head tilted back, and a stream of fluid shot from her vagina, splashing onto the glass of the sink. She had orgasmed again and lost control of her bladder. Her whole body was stiff and trembling. I held one of her thighs with one hand and her waist with the other, preventing us from falling. My penis was still inside her anus, ejaculating in spurts, each spurt causing her to shudder.
My girlfriend remained on the sink with her legs half-bent and wide open, my position making it seem like I was helping her urinate, while a stream of urine shot from her vagina onto the mirror. She urinated, her body trembling, the orgasm slowly subsiding, the high stream of urine gradually decreasing. I lowered her down the mirror to the sink, then to the floor, the urine flowing down between her legs, running down her labia to her vaginal opening, then to her perineum, down to her anus, then down my penis (still inserted) to my scrotum, and finally down to the floor. I held her like that until she finished urinating.
Then I carried her to the sink, let her rest for a while, washed her again, and dressed her. I helped her back to the car. She was unsteady on her feet after a night of squirting and orgasms; I wanted to carry her, but I was just as weak-legged myself. After that, we occasionally came to that toilet for some outdoor sex. We did it on and off about twenty times, then we stopped after finding new locations. Five or six years later, reminiscing about this, we came back again, and again, on and off, we did it twenty more times.

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