serenade

"Oh...
oh..." "
Oh...ah..." An "oh" from one side, an "oh" from another...
If these sounds were recorded and made into a record, listening to them in my spare time, I believe they wouldn't be much inferior to Strauss's "The Blue Danube"!
"Jay...Jay!"
My aunt cried out like a half-dead person calling the name of a loved one.
For a moment, I felt as if I had been suddenly pushed off a cliff, my whole body trembling, my limbs going limp, and my penis throbbing involuntarily.
A stream of hot semen shot out from inside, hitting the very core of
her flower. At the same time, my aunt also ejaculated, and her limbs went limp even more weakly.
My first time having intercourse with Gu Hong in the morning, though brief, brought me a kind of "stolen" pleasure.
This public performance not only brought lasting enjoyment but also a sense of "majestic" nobility.
However, the next part of the program would require the support of perseverance.
Killing three birds with one stone is no easy feat, let alone achieving four victories in a few hours.
Therefore, I must give it my all, and to ensure victory in every battle, I cannot afford the slightest slackening.
At this moment, I remained lazily nestled on my aunt's soft breasts, unwilling to get up.
I know: the beginning of love is as sweet as sugar; but the end of love is more like aged honey, delicious when eaten but with an endless aftertaste.
I love this endless aftertaste, and at the same time, I can use it to absorb some yin essence to compensate for the loss just now, and also to replenish my energy, so that when I engage in a "battle of attrition" with my mother and Gu Hong later, I will feel more at ease.
"Jie... my Jie... how great and sacred you are!"
My aunt kept praising me, her whole body like a sponge, completely paralyzed beneath me, trembling slightly like a minor earthquake, giving me a dizzying pleasure.
She breathed slowly, and as her breath fell on my face, I smelled a warm, musky scent—a scent that was incredibly alluring to the opposite sex.
My aunt's smooth, warm body remained beneath me, and my gradually softening penis lingered greedily within her wet, glistening vagina.
Meanwhile, Gu Hong and her mother, standing nearby, were becoming increasingly aroused.
According to custom, it was now Gu Hong's turn to "battle" with her mother, so Gu Hong stood calmly and composedly to the side, patiently waiting.
Seeing her mother's bare, white buttocks facing me, that maddening part of her body, like a misty mountain, was both alluring and indistinct, incredibly tantalizing.
So, my penis, still lingering inside my aunt's vagina, was like a tourist who had discovered a paradise. Although my aunt tightly embraced my waist, waiting for it to harden again so she could scratch my itch and relieve my discomfort, it was a prior agreement, and a gentleman keeps his word; how could I break my promise to my waiting aunt?
When my penis hardened again, I forcefully broke free from this greedy man's clinging, propped myself up, and went to my aunt.
Although my aunt was a servant, her skin was as smooth and white as her aunt and nephew's.
Especially her pair of round, pointed breasts, which were large and firm, comparable to those of Jane Austen in Hollywood.
As soon as I touched those plump breasts, she rolled over, lying flat on her back, her legs spread apart, revealing the most crucial point.
She was truly a woman with a unique charm, and her beauty was far inferior to Gu Hong's.
However, she possessed a different kind of healthy beauty typical of Western women—rounded and firm, radiating a fiery allure.
Her smooth, slightly creamy-colored body, fleshy and plump thighs, and beneath the slightly protruding mound of flesh, a small, tight vulva.
Due to my limited experience at the time, I couldn't identify the type of her vulva.
I sensed that it concealed a different kind of alluring and ingenious beauty.
Her slender waist, smooth abdomen, and full, pointed breasts were both unique and provocative.
Just as I was becoming thirsty and about to leap onto her, she suddenly somersaulted, leaving me empty-handed.
It seemed she had a peculiar fetish, perhaps a sexual technique she had invented herself. She didn't let men easily obtain her, deliberately employing a "playing hard to get" technique, constantly arousing your burning desire before gracefully falling into your arms.
At this point, although she was already aroused, she wanted to first flaunt her desire, perhaps a kind of sexual perversion.
I couldn't guess her mood at the time, but I sensed that she didn't like straightforward sex; perhaps she preferred a rougher approach, which I might call "rape."
So, she feigned intimacy, squeezing her legs together and struggling incessantly.
I, in turn, pressed my attack on her relentlessly.
Finally, I grabbed her legs, forcefully pulling her body closer to me, straddling her with my right leg, pinning her heel down, and then, freeing my hands, pounced on her.
After a frantic struggle, she gradually lost her strength, her body limp and exhausted, her breathing becoming increasingly labored.
Her body, completely subdued and pinned beneath me, had utterly lost the power to resist and finally surrendered unconditionally.
"You bastard... I... surrender... hee hee..."
"Alright..." I was also panting, "Then everything is up to me!"
After saying that, I rubbed and teased her wet and slippery vulva with my already rock-hard penis.
She laughed at my teasing, a charming and seductive laugh that made her tender flesh tremble.
Her slender hands grasped my penis, but instead of immediately leading it into the bridal chamber, she held it in her hands and stroked it up and down.
How could I bear this, my God!
She kept stroking it back and forth, arousing me to the point of burning with desire, and in my anger, I would bite her lovely, large breasts.
Out of desperation, a sudden inspiration struck me. Why not tease her with my fingers too?
So, I leaned up slightly and grabbed her wet, glistening vulva, kneading and squeezing it thoroughly. Then, I inserted two fingers, pinching her pearly clitoris and playing with it with all my might.
Instantly, she trembled and cried out, her breasts and lower abdomen thrusting upwards as if possessed.
Her two round, smooth thighs also trembled restlessly.
"Oh dear! Oh dear... you little devil... ah..." she screamed incessantly.
I completely ignored her cries, letting her scream as she pleased.
After all, the old man upstairs was deaf and blind, and besides, the nearest neighbor's house was at least two miles away.
This time I finally gained the upper hand, leaving my two aunts, who were lying on the side watching, completely dumbfounded.
"Ah! Ah... this is killing me!"
No matter how much my aunt cried out, I was determined to keep rubbing her until she was completely exhausted.
After a while, I felt her clitoris gradually swell up, like a hard sponge, and it was hot, slippery, and throbbing incessantly.
This relentless kneading and probing, after a few moments, actually made this little slut feel good.
My hands felt increasingly wet, as if they were in a washbasin.
Then, a rapid series of digs followed, until every inch of her body trembled wildly before stopping.
She clung weakly to my neck, and soon our four hot lips were pressed together.
But even then, my hands never left her opening and closing vulva, my two fingers constantly pinching and playing with her clitoris.
In truth, I myself was already itching with desire. If it weren't for creating the climax of sex, I probably would have already engaged in intercourse with her, and perhaps we would have already completely ceased fighting.
At this moment, she stopped stroking my large penis back and forth, and instead pulled it forcefully towards her vulva.
At the same time, her own hot, burning body automatically moved closer to me.
The moment my glans touched her warm, moist labia, a tremor ran through the base of my penis.
Then, with practiced ease, it thrust forward, a soft "whoosh" sound filling my ears, and my entire penis was inside.
"Ah! My God!"
she suddenly cried out, her face turning deathly pale, her breasts heaving, her abdomen contracting, and she immediately fainted.
This condition is medically termed "exhaustion," often occurring in people who have overindulged in sexual activity or haven't had sexual intercourse for a long time.
My mother's fainting spell fell into the latter category.
Of course, she hadn't had sex with a man in a long time, and in this environment, after prolonged mental and physical repression, exhaustion was to be expected.
Although my sexual skills were rudimentary, the knowledge I gained from books was sufficient to handle the situation with ease.
I held back for a moment, then held her tightly in my arms and continued thrusting very gently and slowly.
Soon, as if waking from a dream, Little Auntie slowly opened her eyes, then burst into tears of joy.
She sobbed softly, tears welling in her eyes, while naturally swaying her plump hips, her movements in rhythm with my penis as we engaged in the most sacred battle of sex.
"Ah...that was close..." she said thankfully, "Just now...I almost went to the underworld...oh..."
"Don't be afraid!" I comforted her, "I'll save you in time!"
Hearing my words, she seemed to have drunk too much wine, so alluring and affectionate, her watery eyes staring directly at me.
In Little Auntie's warm little room, time seemed to fly by unnoticed, and we both felt a naked, retro, and unrestrained pleasure.
In this noisy and crowded society, human life is as fleeting as a flower. While alive, we should try to relax and seek joy, for every bit of happiness brings more enjoyment.
I've always wondered: why do some people keep such a tense face every day, striving so hard to make a living? Why not also pursue a joyful life?
Relaxing our anxious hearts and tense muscles, allowing our souls to return to a state of carefree ease, letting go of some of the burdens of real life, and rediscovering the simple joys of human nature—how beautiful and wonderful that would be!
This is a perfect example right now!
Hidden in this mysterious place, completely isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, three women and one man, all completely naked, their hearts pounding and their breathing shallow, yet this rare exchange of spirit and flesh—this is the true face of life.
The little fairies, all joyful and carefree, their eyes darting around, are enjoying the most sacred and noble pleasures of life.
At this moment, I was completely naked, pressed tightly together with the two of us, each using every trick in the book to give the other the pleasure they craved. We
also derived priceless joy from each other.
No other sounds could be heard, only the beautiful "plop, sizzle" of
our bodies. She would sometimes sway her slender waist gently, sometimes shake her plump buttocks wildly. The two people watching were glued to the core of our soul-to-soul connection, their lustful expressions as if they wanted to embed their eyes into our flesh.
The young woman was also a beautiful and alluring woman. Once she embraced my broad shoulders, she immediately wouldn't let go. Her
two round, white arms clung to me like snakes, and her two thick, smooth legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
And, panting heavily, her two hot, thick lips nibbled incessantly at my neck and shoulders, like a ravenous wolf.
After a series of bites and a frenzied trembling, she suddenly fell silent.
A glistening sheen of sweat glistened on her cheeks and forehead, and a blush gradually spread from her ears to her temples, as if her face had been instantly smeared with rouge.
At the same moment that blush appeared, I felt a warm, moist flow, like a small spring, gushing from her narrow, slippery vulva.
Suddenly, my body temperature also rose sharply.
A strange current, like thousands of invisible maggots, quickly crawled along every vein, instantly flowing throughout my body.
Finally, an unconscious, natural writhing motion caused that most precious fluid within the human body to gush forth uncontrollably.
One drop, two drops, three drops… like a machine gun, each drop accurately hitting her sensitive clitoris.
"Ah... dearest... beloved... ah... how wonderful!"
"Of course it's wonderful... my darling..."
Like a guide climbing the Alps, having conquered the last peak, so joyful and satisfied, so relaxed and comfortable.
Having unloaded the burden and completed the task, she stretched her limbs and rested lazily and peacefully.
The storm had finally passed, and the pear blossoms, washed clean by the cool air, rose delicately, picking up the remaining traces of their destruction.
The young woman, blushing, dressed casually and contentedly, her eyes brimming with tears, smiling wistfully, panting as she looked at me and then at her two masters, as if thanking us.
Before it was Gu Hong's turn, she had already filled the coffee table with champagne again, the coffee with milk steaming hot, and the wine glasses filled with wine, holding them for me to enjoy.
She was a clever and sensible girl, and her intentions were so good. She had prepared the food, not out of habit, but entirely out of kindness.
She wasn't selfish; before making love to me, she wanted me to eat something so that my exhausted strength could recover for the next round.
Observing her character and upbringing from this alone is enough to prove that education is still one of the most important conditions for life!
So, my aunt and everyone else temporarily put on long veils, although, even after removing this paper-thin outer shell, we were still completely naked.
But at least eating was a sacred thing, and sacred things should not be desecrated in the slightest.
After one act of intercourse, my aunt achieved supreme satisfaction.
At this moment, she was as lively as a bird released from its cage, hopping and skipping, humming snippets of popular English songs, serving us in and out, completely forgetting about the blind old man upstairs.
My aunt was still staring at me lustfully, I knew that after a brief rest, her ambition had returned, and I didn't have the superhuman strength to accept her challenge again.
Considering my battle with Gu Hong, would I still have the strength left to deal with her?
So, I promised her I wouldn't leave that night, that after I ate and made love with Gu Hong, I would get a good night's sleep to be refreshed for our all-night battle.
They didn't object at all; on the contrary, they treated me even more warmly.
At this point, because of our physical and emotional contact, we had gone from strangers to acquaintances, even becoming like relatives. We ate and chatted, occasionally playfully shoving and teasing each other, affectionately calling each other "sister" and "brother," like a close-knit family.
With so many people and the gradual mingling and familiarity among us, the food and drink on the table were quickly devoured.
Then, the kind Gu Hong and my aunt set up another table.
And my aunt, being quite the charmer, secretly went upstairs and brought back some of her father's health-preserving wine and a tonic called "Fanba Root."
This Fanba Root is the root of a plant that grows on the snowy mountains of Tibet and is said to be extremely beneficial to the kidneys.
It's said that the mysterious Yeti, besides eating animal meat, primarily survives on this.
Many mountaineers risk their lives climbing the highest peaks in search of this miraculous tonic, and countless people perish in those high-altitude valleys each year while searching for it. We all
thoroughly
enjoyed the health-preserving wine and Fanba Root that my aunt brought. In less than a quarter of an hour, it was all gone. Soon after, everyone felt radiant and lightheaded.
I, in particular, experienced a sharp physiological change. Perhaps due to the delicious taste and excessive consumption, I suddenly felt a powerful, restless energy throughout my body.
My heart felt like it was being burned by an uncontrollable, nameless fire; my veins and every muscle swelled, becoming unusually dry and burning.
At the same time, my previously limp penis, which had been hanging quietly between my legs, suddenly swelled and hardened.
A subtle, unusual, and intense itching sensation arose around the glans, constantly urging me to take the initiative.
The changes caused by the miraculous effects of this drug immediately filled me with countless doubts. I secretly wondered if the elderly man upstairs, who took these two supplements daily, experienced the same physiological reaction, and how he managed his private sexual life.
While I pondered these thoughts, Gu Hong, sitting beside me, gradually became uneasy.
First, she put down her wine glass, slipped her hand under my clothes, and began to knead my hard penis, while simultaneously using her other hand to explore her own genitals.
Looking at my mother and aunt, bound by our "agreement" and unable to find suitable substitutes, they both collapsed onto the side of the bed, desperately digging and pressing their vulvas with their hands.
A series of "sizzling" sounds emanated from beneath their vulvas, instantly filling the entire room with this exquisite music.
"Ai ai... yo yo..." my aunt moaned.
"Ah..." my mother also moaned incessantly.
A moment later, Gu Hong began to tremble violently.
Then, she suddenly leaped towards me, and I seized the opportunity to pick her up, flipping her over so we both tumbled onto the side of the bed.
I then held her tightly in my arms, gently caressing her full buttocks, her slender waist...
Finally, I ran my hand down her smooth thighs to her delicate area, teasingly nibbling at that intoxicating crevice.
She spread her legs wide without any restraint, letting me pinch her clitoris, which was slippery and tender from being moistened with mucus, with my fingers.
Finally, after a while of my pinching, a trickle of slippery fluid flowed from her warm little vulva.
At this moment, she could no longer resist coming to me; her desire had already surged like a tide in her heart.
I knelt between her legs, half-lying down, burying my face in that mysterious place, gently sucking the fragrant fluid with my mouth, while licking her increasingly swollen clitoris with the tip of my tongue.
This licking and sucking aroused her wildness.
She was passionate and excited, and in an instant, she hugged me tightly, and couldn't help but kiss my neck and chest with fiery kisses like a bird pecking, while constantly thrusting her lower abdomen high to find my penis.
I never imagined that the effects of this drug on her body would be so wonderful.
At this moment, she transformed from her usual self into a wildfire of unbridled lust, like a wildfire raging in late autumn.
Because her vulva was excessively moistened by the drugs, and her labia were wide open, my hard, erect penis slipped in easily, like an eel burrowing into its hole, disappearing completely into her flesh.
The moment our bodies joined, our body temperatures rose instantly. Our intertwined bodies trembled incessantly, radiating intense heat, feeling as if we were embracing a blazing fire.
Moments later, she began an unprecedentedly wild and unrestrained writhing, repeatedly arching her back before plunging down violently.
This was followed by a rapid, torrential swaying, as if she intended to break my precious member.
Strangely enough, while this drug aroused men's desire and secretly increased their stamina a hundredfold, allowing them to last longer, it had the opposite effect on women.
It did more harm than good to women; the benefit was that it easily brought them continuous pleasure, but conversely, it caused them to ejaculate quickly and repeatedly, to the point of near collapse.
This result was later confirmed when I had sex with my aunt and mother again.
My intercourse with Gu Hong lasted about twenty minutes, and then my alternating intercourse with my aunt and mother took up about fifty minutes.
During this hour-long period, I maintained a high level of pleasure and never softened or ejaculated.
However, each of the three women ejaculated at least four times, and each time they experienced exhaustion.
Fearing I might harm their health, or more importantly, to avoid any unthinkable mistake, I forcefully suppressed my lust, issued a "no-fight" sign to them, and bid them farewell to go home, allowing them some rest in preparation for our next encounter.
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As fate would have it, "No coincidence, no story."
I had barely stepped inside my house, less than the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, when I received a call from Qianzhi, whom I had almost forgotten about.
She explained that the reason she hadn't had a chance to call me was because her husband had returned from Southeast Asia, and she repeatedly apologized.
At the same time, what made her even more apologetic was that her husband was taking her to Tokyo in the next day or two, making it impossible for them to meet secretly for a short time.
Finally, to compensate me for my loss, she came up with a compromise: she would pay for all my expenses in Japan and let me go with them to Tokyo for a few days. Her husband needed to conduct business in Japan, so I could take the opportunity to spend some time with her.
Indeed, it was a brilliant plan, and I couldn't help but agree with her idea. At the same time, I couldn't help but admire her thoughtful planning.
So, I accepted her invitation and asked the school for a two-week leave.
The next morning, while I was still sound asleep, a middle-aged woman dressed as a maid delivered her note and a plane ticket to Tokyo, along with a check for 1,500 dollars paid immediately by a Royal Bank.
And so, I hastily packed my things and took a taxi to Kaitoku Airport before 10:40 AM. Two hours later, I was leisurely strolling the bustling streets of Tokyo.
I had never been to Tokyo before, and my impressions were vague, based on movies and books.
In fact, Tokyo has been steadily rising since the war, becoming a world-class metropolis—a paradise and a hell at the same time!
First, I was greeted by the renowned Ginza and Asakusa districts, filled with bars, dance halls, and movie theaters, and large advertisements featuring large, unsettling nude women were everywhere.
Cars and trams of all kinds shuttled back and forth, crowds thronged, and the high-speed rail and subway trains rumbled incessantly day and night.
At night, the atmosphere becomes a hundred times more lively. Neon lights shimmer like colorful clouds in the hazy air, and the sounds of singing, the smell of alcohol, and the aromas of various cosmetics evoke a sense of genuine admiration for the extravagant and hedonistic lifestyle of civilized society.
Although Hong Kong is also among the world's most advanced cities, it is distinctly different from Tokyo, which currently has a population of ten million.
That night, I was completely captivated by the bustling scene of Tokyo and lingered until nearly dawn before being led to a small tourist hotel by a Mr. Kimura.
The next day, just as I was stretching in bed and preparing to get ready, my servant brought me a business card from Mr. Wan Peng, who was from the "Tokyo Missing Persons Investigation Bureau."
He had been commissioned by Hong Kong to investigate my whereabouts and had also delivered a telegram signed by the pseudonym Zhang Liangren.
Upon opening the telegram, I learned that Chie had delayed her trip by another day; she was originally scheduled to arrive at Haneda Airport at 5 PM that afternoon.
And so, I had to endure another day of hardship, and another day of absurdity.
Time flies by unexpectedly quickly when one is happy, except when waiting for something to happen or for someone to appear.
Had I known she was going to postpone her arrival, I could have changed my flight and spent another day enjoying myself at Gu Hong's house.
That day, Mr. Kimura again served as my volunteer guide, leading me on a tour of famous historical sites near Tokyo for eighteen US dollars.
It was cherry blossom season, and Tokyo and its suburbs were ablaze with fiery red. The magnificent yet short-lived national flower of Japan exuded a wild provocation, especially the graceful Japanese girls in their paper-thin, transparent clothes, their voluptuous and beautiful bodies half-hidden, half-revealed, providing a fatal stimulation.
Kimura sensed my predicament and, half-jokingly in broken Cantonese, said to me, "You want to find a pretty girl to have some fun, huh...?"
"Really?" I replied stiffly.
"Come on! I'll take you to find one."
Without asking for my further consent, he hailed a taxi, spoke for a while to the man with the small mustache, and then dragged me into the car.
Although Tokyo's traffic and pedestrians were as numerous as fish crossing a river, the flow was remarkably smooth. In no time, we arrived at a street near the former Imperial Palace and stopped in front of two vermilion gates near the riverbank.
After getting out of the car, Kimura paid the ten yen fare and went to press the doorbell. A slender, ballerina-like girl answered the door. They chatted for a while, and then the girl led us inside.
A spacious Western-style hall, furnished entirely like a scholarly residence in northern China, was filled with girls dressed in kimonos and sporting the latest Parisian fashions—a truly incongruous and laughable sight.
Japanese women are world-renowned for their attentiveness and submissiveness in serving men; they surrounded me, each bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle.
As they bowed, a whiff of perfume, mixed with the scent of high-end cosmetics, wafted from their open necklines, making me feel as if I were immersed in a jar of perfume, instantly stirring a wild, untamed desire within me.
Like a country bumpkin entering a grand garden, I soon felt overwhelmed and confused.
Fortunately, a translator was nearby; seeing me momentarily bewildered and unable to decide, he stepped in to rescue me.
He found me a girl named Jiezi who had lived in mainland China with her parents for several years during the war. She was generous and kind, with a quiet, chrysanthemum-like personality that made her instantly endearing.
Jiezi spoke fluent Mandarin, and her small room was filled with antique Chinese decorations. The walls were covered with Chinese landscape paintings, and a burner of sandalwood incense burned beside the table, its smoke creating a mystical, almost otherworldly atmosphere.
She respectfully asked me many questions in Mandarin, while taking out a bottle of strong liquor and some sweets and fruits from the wine cabinet.
She knew a lot about Chinese people, including their love of strong liquor, yet she herself never touched a drop.
As I drank, she smiled and kept me company, occasionally feeding me grapes or something similar.
After a few drinks, needless to say, food and sex are inseparable, and naturally, the next step was the proper courtesy.
Jiezi first helped me undress, and then she slowly undressed herself.
After we were "disarmed," we lay down together. She stared dreamily at the tent ceiling and poured out her heart to me with great tenderness.
She said with a touch of sadness, "In those war-torn years, my father died in China..." She sighed softly, and then continued, "At that time, only my mother and I were left. Life was difficult in a foreign land, but my mother refused all the preferential treatment from the bereaved families, and even refused the summons for them to return home."
She was only twelve years old at the time, studying in the girls' primary school, and naturally did not know the joys and sorrows of the adults.
One day, she came home from school and happened to see her mother embracing a tall Chinese man. This made her suddenly realize the secret of why her mother did not want to return home.
When she pulled open the tent flap and peeked inside, she saw the tall Chinese man suddenly startled and try to run away.
However, due to his mother's persistent nagging, he suddenly rolled over, and at that moment, she was greatly surprised.
She said: what surprised her at that moment was not her mother's clenched teeth face, but that Chinese man's penis, which was more than a foot long!
From then on, as she grew older and her physiology gradually changed, she thought about that large, oily penis every day.
Over time, a sense of admiration for the Chinese grew stronger and stronger.
Until today, this longing that had lasted for nearly ten years has finally been fulfilled.
For this simple reason, she completely Sinicized her environment.
Her madam might share the same secret, as evidenced by the furnishings in the living room.
Jiezi swallowed her unfinished words and pulled my hand to her throbbing vulva, inviting me to begin.
Having just tasted the pleasures of a Japanese woman, how could I easily let the opportunity slip by without thoroughly exploring her body?
So, I used both hands to grope her smooth, almost marble-like flesh with extreme "flavor."
Finally, she pulled my hesitant hand to her bouncy, slippery vulva, and stopped.
I again probed my fingers into that tender, plump crevice, kneading the clitoris until it swelled to its limit. Also, fearing Mr. Kimura might be impatient waiting outside, I directly erected my penis and aimed it at her narrow but oily vulva.
What a coincidence! My penis met her wide-open vulva as soon as it reached the entrance.
And so, without a sound, with a "whoosh," the two fleshy creatures became intimately friends.
We thrust in and out alternately, and I felt her vulva was small and lovely, as if naturally made to match my penis, its depth and size just right.
Thus, each thrust was full of feeling.
In an instant, she transformed into the image of a snowman under the sun, all her bones seemingly vanishing, leaving only a lump of warm, smooth, and tender white flesh.
At this point, I couldn't help but feel regret, hating myself for my rashness in leaving, for forgetting to ask Gu Hong for some frankincense to take with me! Jie
Zi was as docile and considerate as a little lamb, flipping me over and over again, and after about half an hour, we had completed our "mission."
Before she climaxed, she also trembled for a while, and then cried out in a mixture of ecstasy and sorrow.
After she stretched out her limbs, I also thrust my legs forward, and a stream of hot semen rushed towards her flower.
After finishing, Kimura was still waiting for me, so we started exploring the city. Finally, as the city lights began to twinkle, we hurried back to our small hotel.
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I went to bed early last night and got up early this morning. Since I was still quite a while away from Chie's arrival, and she couldn't call me immediately after landing,
I decided to spend this precious time wandering around. Alternatively, the more tedious task of staying in the hotel watching boring television programs was to do so.
Japan is a country adept at imitating others. Whatever another country invents, they immediately follow suit, no matter how difficult it is, to produce something similar.
Therefore, their national standard of living has been subtly elevated.
In advanced Western countries, clubs of all kinds abound, such as "henpecked husband clubs," "old maid clubs," and "suicide clubs." Whatever exists elsewhere, Japan has it too, but some are uniquely Japanese creations that Europe may not be able to replicate.
For example, the "Saihunkai" (Spring Party) currently popular in tourist metropolises like Tokyo, Yokohama, and Osaka is a unique type of secret club, something Westerners don't have.
After lunch, Kimura invited me to visit the Saihunkai.
This Saihunkai is the most distinctive in Tokyo, frequently attracting many foreign tourists and earning tens of millions of foreign exchange for the country annually. For this reason, it naturally receives special "protection," and although it's an illegal organization, it's not among those "banned."
Its headquarters are located in the famous Asakusa Ward, disguised as the "Tamahime Women's Dance School."
Membership eligibility is extremely strict, requiring members to be between fifteen and eighteen years old. Before joining, one must swear an oath. Of course, the first requirement is a "fit" physique, a noble appearance, and a beautiful, dignified face.
Visitors are introduced by a tour guide and must purchase a special mask upon entry to conceal their faces and avoid public embarrassment.
This mask is meticulously designed for the convenience of tourists; wearing it completely alters one's facial features.
Simultaneously, the voice is transmitted through a microphone, changing the tone of one's voice.
According to Kimura, "Those who come here to visit are not only from abroad, but also high-ranking officials from their own countries, which is undoubtedly thanks to their special masks."
After we disguised ourselves, Kimura led me through a long, winding corridor, finally arriving at the entrance to the "secret room."
So, Kimura stepped forward and pressed a secret button, and a huge central hall opened with a creak. Then, we were like descending into hell, taking an elevator straight to this underground paradise.
We arrived at the perfect time, just in time for the first performance.
We sat around a rotating table, and as soon as we sat down, music began.
Then, a circular plate hung vertically from the air, and around it stood eight exquisitely beautiful and serenely expressionless nude Eves. As soon as they landed in their positions, suddenly, all the lights in the room changed.
The lights shifted to a strong peach-red hue, and then the see-through lenses on the masks were subjected to an optical effect, making our vision instantly a hundred times brighter. Not only did the colors of objects change, but they were also magnified several times over.
As the music slowed from allegro to adagio, the round table began to rotate slowly.
Each nude woman appeared before you an average of thirty times with the rotation, and each of them was marked with a number, so you could choose your favorite.
We were sitting at a position parallel to their genitals, so if you wanted to see their breasts and faces, you had to tilt your head back.
Thus, each tourist's head would sometimes tilt up and sometimes down, as if agreeing to lend money, their nodding gestures strained and laborious.
Numbers one through eight appeared in a loop before my eyes. Looking through the mirror, their peculiar vulvas seemed almost touching my glasses.
And those magnified vulvas were all moving restlessly, opening and closing busily, each time they closed, a glistening liquid was squeezed out from the crevice.
And when the labia parted, the purplish-grape-like clitoris and the moist little opening below it could be clearly seen.
It was truly amazing; I was mesmerized by those small, alluring little openings.
Kimura subtly gestured to me, implying that number four was the most outstanding at this table, while I subconsciously felt that number six was more standard.
Of course, everyone's aesthetic standards are different.
So, I secretly remembered number six, intending to decide later when the party ended.
After the final round, the music suddenly stopped, and the lights in the room instantly became bright.
At this moment, a plate of delectable beauties slowly rose, and when the music started a second time, another plate of beauties quietly descended with the changing lights.
I felt that this plate was rather ordinary and far less beautiful than number six in the first plate.
Then, the third, the fourth, and a total of eight plates of beauties descended in turn, the lights flickering, the music slowing and fast, and sixty-four hot bodies rotating, sixty-four golden vulvas opening and closing before my eyes, before the lights returned to their original bright hues.
As Strauss's slow waltz began, every tourist in the room, exhausted as if they had just completed a long journey, slumped back and forth on the large sofas around them.
I, too, felt as if I were drunk, my body limp and itchy, utterly powerless.
Kimura had given me time to negotiate with Number Six, so I sat down alone, unmasked my mask, and took out a cigarette to smoke.
This kind of disguised prostitution was truly unique and novel; such things were commonplace in Tokyo and around the world. In this vast world, although people have to toil day and night for a living, thinking about this exciting side makes life ultimately a very interesting and worthwhile thing!
Kimura returned; he had successfully negotiated and told me to go immediately.
A moment later, a group of young girls, each holding a number tag, came fluttering in like butterflies, and I followed Number Six's matchmaker to a deeper, more secret room.
This was a purely Western-style room. An apple-colored chandelier hung by the entrance, beneath which hung a brass plaque bearing the name "Miyako" in both Chinese and English.
Upon entering, a strong scent of violets filled the air.
Miss Miyako lay naked on a satin bed with a movable frame, her arms draped behind her hair, offering me a welcoming smile.
Her lower body was concealed beneath a semi-transparent floral sheet, her full thighs clearly visible, even her slightly protruding labia were faintly visible.
Her breasts were the high-perched type, typical of the North American type, with a well-proportioned and defined shape. The two prominent nipples were surrounded by alluring rose-colored halos. Her
large eyes, long eyelashes, and slightly upturned upper lip added to
her captivating charm. At that moment, I plopped down on the edge of the bed, completely captivated by her alluring posture, feeling no shame whatsoever, and began to caress her hairy armpits.
This amused her, and she giggled incessantly. Then, she abruptly threw off the sheet covering her lower body, leaped up, and embraced me tightly, kissing me passionately.
As I kissed her, I grasped her large, round breasts and kneaded them.
I noticed her eyes were slightly closed as I fondled them, and her small, delicate nipples swelled.
Because of the language barrier, it was regrettable that we couldn't express our feelings to each other. Time flew by, and the opportunity was lost. So, to save time, I quickly undressed and got into bed for our lovemaking.
Just as I undressed and climbed into bed, she flipped me over, pinning me beneath her.
Then, my lips were covered by her hot, warm lips.
Miyako's kissing technique is something I will never forget; she truly deserved her excellent "training."
Her tongue was so lively and adept, darting and teasing my mouth, making it tingle and itch, especially the base of my tongue, which felt burning and dry.
At that moment, an indescribable desire welled up within me, spreading from the depths of my heart along the veins, instantly burning throughout my body.
So, I tried to move my lower body, letting my erect penis seek its source of pleasure.
However, she deliberately twisted her hips to avoid my penis, as if she wanted to follow the proper procedures for this transaction, not letting me go all the way until the kissing, caressing, and probing were over. It's true
that my sexual experience is shallow, making it difficult to use this method freely, but I can adapt to the situation and use further methods to create an orgasm.
I tried a prelude of sexual art, starting with a thorough caressing, followed by a series of kneading and probing.
She lay on top of me, her tightly closed, hot vulva pressing my penis down against her calves, creating an awkward, unattainable situation.
Although my penis was repeatedly frustrated and trying to get back at her vulva,
it was powerless against her domineering position.
So, I moved my hands from her slender waist down to her smooth, plump buttocks, beginning a series of caresses. I
slipped my hands between her arms, over her buttocks, and soon found that delicate little slit.
Then, with one hand, I parted her slightly warm labia, while the other hand kneaded her soft clitoris.
In no time, the clitoris swelled, and a warm, slippery liquid flowed from the small opening beneath it.
So I changed my approach again, abandoning the swollen and hardened clitoris, and instead moved my fingers down the clitoris, deep into the wet and slippery little hole.
In an instant, the narrow hole, barely big enough for a finger, gradually opened and relaxed, releasing a large amount of sticky vaginal fluid.
The labia minora, stimulated, opened and closed repeatedly, and the labia majora also made the same movements.
So I inserted my fingers even deeper, moving them in and out in a rapid and rhythmic motion, occasionally teasing the hot and wet walls of her vulva, which were as sticky as a fried cake.
Instantly, a miracle happened. Her cheeks flushed pink, her forehead was covered in fragrant sweat, her breathing quickened, and her kisses became more intense and passionate.
Her body began to tremble slightly, her lower body also quivered, and the fluid inside her vulva surged like a tide.
So, I inserted two fingers simultaneously, thrusting them in and out more passionately, twisting and turning them rhythmically.
After a flurry of intense thrusting, Miyako reached her climax. I felt movement within her slippery vulva, and then her hips began to move up and down.
This movement could have given me an opportunity to penetrate her directly, but this time I decided to let her suffer a little.
Although she raised her hips high, using her wet vulva to seek my large penis, I deliberately teased her at this crucial moment.
I feigned affection as I held her in my arms, and with my right hand, I grasped my large, hard penis, rubbing the peach-like glans back and forth against her wet labia.
Friction generates electricity; this principle is not easily refuted.
After I rubbed it for a while, sure enough, she trembled all over, as if she were being electrified.
At the same time, the theory of electromagnetism was further proven. She was now like an octopus, tightly gripped by me, inseparable.
My glans couldn't suffer outside for long either. When her vulva opened wide again, I scratched hard with my lower abdomen, and with a "whoosh," a thick, long penis was swallowed.
"Be thin! Be thin!" I heard those two words clearly. Although I didn't understand the meaning of "be thin" at the time, I guessed it was probably not far from the Chinese expression "wonderful."
Then, she began to moan softly and continuously, interspersed with soft moans.
After she sat on top and twisted wildly, my penis, trapped inside her vulva, also grew larger.
This twisting, like grinding soybeans, went on for a long time, and I felt her vaginal fluids flowing out again and again, soaking my pubic hair and scrotum completely.
Meanwhile, the silk quilt underneath was also soaked, so I felt like I was lying in a puddle, my arms feeling extremely uncomfortable from being soaked.
So, I sat up, moved my hips back a little, and sat facing her, like rocking a boat.
This made us both feel a bit happier, and we could also see our two partners working very hard below.
Her breasts were high and erect, placed right in front of me, like large peaches from the moon on an altar, making me feel a tingling sensation all over my body, and I really wanted to take a bite of those two pink and white, round, fleshy mounds.
This position gave us a lot of convenience and pleasure; we could move around the bed freely, twisting and swaying, without any restraint.
As I swayed, I thrust my body upwards.
With each of my thrusts, she quickly lowered her vulva downwards, and when she lowered it and I thrust, the tightly joined parts made a "sizzling" sound, while she also cried out lewdly, "Want it smaller, want it smaller."
This was the best music, making my heart tremble even more violently.
Perhaps because each thrust touched her clitoris, the entire bed was now soaked with her juices.
The flow of her vaginal fluids increased, and her desire burned ever brighter.
Miyako's body trembled uncontrollably, her breasts heaving.
Her slippery vulva overflowed with moisture, her cervix began to suckle with a beautiful, sensual sensation, and the tender flesh of her vaginal walls contracted and relaxed intermittently.
Suddenly, she shuddered violently, her arms tightly gripping my neck. Then, her fiery red lips pressed against mine, kissing and biting relentlessly, drawing blood from my lips in several places.
Gradually, she weakened, her vulva suddenly enveloped in a wave of intense heat, becoming even more slippery and alluring, like a hot spring.
Suddenly, a dizzying sensation washed over me, and I too reached my climax.
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After sightseeing at the Spring Festival, it was nearly 5 PM.
So, I went with Kimura to a Chinese restaurant for dinner.
The two of us shared two small bottles of sorghum liquor from Taipei, ate some braised dishes and preserved eggs, and then each had a plate of spring rolls before hurrying back to the hotel.
Just as I was taking off my coat to wash up, the phone rang. Picking up the receiver, I was overjoyed.
It turned out that Chie had come to Tokyo alone three days before her husband. That cuckold had to go to Malaya for two more days before he could reach Tokyo, and because his trip had been changed several times, he was worried his beloved concubine would be impatient, so he had sent her alone for three days to enjoy herself.
"My God! This is wonderful!" I said. "I'll go pick up the milk!"
"No need to bother anyone else. I don't have much luggage anyway. I'll call a taxi to come find you later."
"Darling, come quickly! Don't keep me waiting!"
"No, I'm coming...bye, bye..."
After hanging up, I immediately went to shower, change, and trim my beard, looking radiant as I waited for my companion to arrive.
About half an hour after I finished showering, I still hadn't seen Qianzhi.
But just as I lit a cigarette and was about to lie down on the bed, I suddenly felt a light knock on the door of the connecting room next door. A key clicked, and then, my Qianzhi gracefully slipped in.
"To avoid arousing suspicion, darling, I booked the room next door..." she said, throwing herself into my arms like a little bird.
"Mmm...it's been so long, my love!" I kissed her gently.
"I've been thinking about you every day, darling..."
"You've really kept me waiting!" I was lying. Actually, telling a woman the truth is the biggest fool in the world.
"Okay, punish me then, I deserve to be punished!"
"Then, lock your door and let me punish you!"
"You deserve to be punished to death, I feel so sorry for you!" She casually locked the door, and then quietly pounced on my chest.
I planted a kiss on her cheek, then turned and locked the door, calling the servants to tell them not to disturb my rest.
Then, without restraint, we began to undress completely, in an instant, both of us naked.
"Come on... my Jie..." she cried, sprawled on her back on my bed, "Punish me! The harder the better... come on..."
I leaped forward, grabbing her two firm, white breasts and kneading them with abandon.
After about half a month apart, she seemed even more beautiful, more delicate, and more alluring than before.
Moreover, her breasts seemed larger and smoother, and her vulva was much softer and fuller.
After haphazardly kneading and groping her fleshy breasts for a while, she giggled and sat up, facing me, legs spread, her delicate, rose-like vulva fully grasped in my hand.
Then, I tenderly pressed my face against her fair and smooth breasts, and took her small, spongy nipple into my mouth, sucking on it like a child.
"Ah..."
A woman's nipples are born with two wonderful uses: one is to feed her children, and the other is for a man to fondle and play with. If these two uses were reversed, it would be enough to make her feel an indescribable pleasure. As
soon as I started sucking, she showed no sign of being able to resist. So, she gripped my hard penis tightly with one hand and squatted down on top of me.
I did not resist this action at all, letting her do as she pleased. Her desire was already burning high. Take myself, for example. Although I had done that with Miss Miyako at the Saichun party that afternoon, two or three hours later, another raging fire arose, and it would not be able to be quelled without a quick resolution. A
strong sex drive is a sign of good health. Therefore, I never give up the opportunity to indulge myself. When there is beauty before me, I never let it pass by easily.
Chie sat down smoothly on top of me and kissed me with her hot lips. Her smooth and tender back allowed me to caress her at will.
I used the same rocking motion I had with Miyako earlier, holding her and twisting and rocking her back and forth on the bed.
"Oh! Like this... faster..."
We were like mandarin ducks playing in the water, facing each other, chest to chest. I held her slender waist tightly with both hands, and she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck. In the dressing mirror on the opposite wall, our naked bodies appeared, seemingly adding to the immense pleasure.
"Hmm... punish me! Come on... come on..."
How gentle and lovely the night was, bringing a sense of eternal youth. In such a night, we were as sticky as glue, as sweet as sugar, and our tight bond could never be defeated by any force.
"That's it..." I said, "This is the kind of punishment you should use on a woman who has broken her promise!"
Chizuru, being an old hand at this, was both skilled and passionate in this rocking-boat style of intercourse, actively rocking back and forth from time to time, quickly achieving her first orgasm.
"Look... I came..." she kept crying out.
"This is only the first time!" I said deliberately, "Today I'm going to punish you by making you come a hundred times!"
"My dear Jie... you're much more experienced... last time, we were... in Xiao Chen's greenhouse... you were still a child then... hee..."
"But we're in Tokyo now! We can't keep falling behind, we have to keep up with the times!"
"Yeah... oh... don't... push so hard... ah..."
"Does your uterus hurt?" I paused my thrusting and asked.
"You silly Jay... I just stopped menstruating yesterday... be gentler..."
"Okay... slide around freely!"
"Ah... I can do it myself... ah... oh no... I'm... I'm coming again..."
Needless to say, I could tell that the tip of my penis was being stimulated by a wave of heat, feeling incredibly comfortable.
"Zhi... you still need to be punished ninety-eight times!"
"Ah... this is going to... almost cost me my life... dear Jay... do a good deed... let me up..."
"How can I? I haven't reached that point yet!"
So, regardless of whether she could handle it, for my momentary pleasure, I embraced her limp body and started thrusting wildly again.
"Ah! You bastard...you'll get what's coming to you..." she cried out in a seductive, alluring voice.
"Don't curse! I'm almost there."
"Ah...let me go...let me go..."
she said, but in her heart she was saying, "Hold me tight!"
Women are the world's number one liars; they can concoct a huge lie in the blink of an eye, and they never blush or pant while lying.
Actually, did she even need to cry out? I didn't hold her tightly at all. In fact, she didn't resist at all; instead, she twisted and swayed with me. She just cried out a couple of times to deliberately arouse the man's desire.
I held her smooth, white body even tighter, pressing my chest against her breasts to increase the friction.
"Ah...my Jay...I...oh...I want..."
Seeing her trembling all over, her lower abdomen contracting and relaxing, and water gushing out of her vagina like a small spring, this was the third time. I thought I was about to finish too.
Suddenly, she shuddered violently, her whole body trembling, her lips parted, and her small white teeth clenched.
Then, with a sigh, her limbs went limp.
At the same time, my glans was stimulated by the hot waves gushing from her uterus, and a tingling pleasure spread throughout my body.
A moment later, when Chizuru woke up from her daze again, just then, the pleasure reached its peak, and a stream of hot, rapid semen shot straight into her cervix. The cherry blossoms in Tokyo faded
quickly
. Amidst the falling petals, I accompanied Chie to scenic spots. It was a pity our time was too short; we couldn't wait until autumn to visit the famous Nikko Scenic Area and see the fiery red maple leaves.
Her husband, upon arriving in Tokyo, was busy day and night with various social engagements, business coordination, and banquets with industry peers. Although he sometimes took Chie along, these were mostly private gatherings. Such a business tycoon was naturally very busy.
His beautiful wives and concubines were naturally even busier. While he was dreaming of wealth, I wondered if he ever dreamed of his wives and concubines embracing other men, indulging in such passionate pleasure. On this day, I visited Chie but didn't find her. Mr. Kimura was
also out, so I took a streetcar to Yokohama alone. Upon arriving in Yokohama, I realized I hadn't brought a translator. While language barriers wouldn't lead to rudeness, the inconveniences were considerable. However, Japan is far more convenient than Europe and America. Although the language is difficult to understand, most people can grasp the written characters. Even if you don't speak the language, just follow the signs and advertisements; you can't go wrong. So, I visited all the entertainment venues—opera houses, dance halls, etc.—in a single day, and also dined at two upscale Chinese restaurants. Time flew by while I was having fun, and I was quite sweaty from running around all day. Hearing that Japanese bathing was unique, I turned around and went to a Chinese restaurant to have someone take me to a bathhouse, hoping to witness the world-famous mixed-gender bathing spectacle and make the trip worthwhile. The sign for the bathhouse had a curved letter on it, which the young man at the restaurant, Xiao Zhou, said was pronounced "you" (油). No wonder I couldn't find a place to bathe even after searching half of Yokohama! So, I went into this "oil" bathhouse alone. Upon entering, two young women sat at the counter, their faces round like those of Wakao Ayako. While not particularly beautiful, their service was very gentle, and one of them could even speak a few words of Chinese. When they saw I was a Chinese university student, their faces showed admiration, and then, realizing I was there to experience something foreign, they both exchanged knowing smiles. The girl who could speak a few words of Chinese was named Asuka, and the other was named Ziyan. Asuka told me whether I wanted to bathe in the large or small tub. Of course, I meant to bathe in the large tub so I could observe Japanese women's naked bodies. To my surprise, Asuka wanted me to bathe in the small pool. She said, "Bathing in the big pool is like looking at a meat pie through glass—you can't eat it, you can only feast your eyes, and what's the point if you're just anxious inside?" The small pool wasn't for one person; she could find me a girl who graduated from a Chinese language school to keep me company. So I obeyed Asuka's suggestion and went to the small pool in the back, taking off my outer clothes to await the arrival of the beauty. The girl she called for my bathing companion had a very beautiful Chinese stage name: Aifang. Aifang was no more than eighteen years old, a mixed-race American and Japanese girl with golden hair, fair and healthy skin, and unusually large, round, and pointed breasts—the Australian type. Her long, shapely legs were especially full and round. As soon as she entered, she quickly stripped naked, thrusting out her maddeningly large breasts, swaying them back and forth in front of me. Her lower abdomen was smooth and white, and a patch of golden, curly pubic hair grew on her slightly protruding vulva, like tender, vibrant grass in early spring. "How is it? Is it alright?" she asked, turning over again and leaning closer. "Yes, of course it's perfect!" "I thought I was going to get a refund!" she exclaimed, her breasts heaving, a violet fragrance wafting from her lips. "Many gentlemen in your country are quite picky. Once they've had their fill, they move on to the next one, and so on, until finally they often bring back the first one." " That's perhaps understandable. You know that when you're shopping, you should try to choose what you like, to avoid being cheated!" "Of course! But we only have a limited number of graduates each term, and it's really difficult for us to keep up with all the choices."

"Why don't you choose to speak foreign languages and entertain foreigners instead?" I retorted, trying to provoke her.
"Ha!" She shrugged and continued, "To deal with Europeans and Americans, you have to have the capital! Although I'm of mixed American and Japanese descent, my capital is quite small and compact, so... there's no way around it!"
As she spoke, she crossed her thighs, revealing her small and delicate buttocks.
"Haha... I see... Haha..."
"Haha..." She laughed and flipped into the bathtub, splashing water everywhere.
It was late at night, and I quickly took off my clothes and followed her in.
At this moment, slightly melancholic Japanese music drifted from the next room. She put her legs on the edge of the bathtub, while I sat on the bottom.
I carefully observed her slightly parted pink vulva.
She occasionally gave me seductive glances and splashed water into her glistening, clean cleft.
Instantly, I was captivated, completely disoriented.
Her delicate, tender pink vulva, after being splashed with water, gradually opened wide, especially her clitoris, which was stimulated to become red and swollen, constantly protruding from the inside.
Her labia, increasingly open and swollen, revealed a cherry-like stalk that was even more prominent and shiny.
Such stimulation was already unbearable for her. Seeing that she had stopped splashing water, she simply used her hands to insert and dig into her narrow, slightly parted vulva, a sight that evoked pity.
I didn't want to be a saint anymore, especially since this was making it even more unbearable for me.
So, I flipped my legs over and slid into the water.
My penis was already hard as a cannonball, and as I slid down, the smooth glans happened to touch her parted labia.
My God! With a soft "whoosh," the two treasures naturally joined together, perfectly aligned.
"Ah!"
she cried out in surprise and delight, then slipped and fell onto her bottom.
Now, the two hot objects were even more seamlessly joined, as if they were one.
She then, with a radiant expression and tender gaze, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my burning red lips passionately.
Our lower bodies were both immersed in the warm, slippery water, and every thrust created a wondrous melody.
The water rippled, reflecting our intercourse in a blurry yet incredibly endearing way.
She continued to sway her plump hips vigorously while kissing every part of my face.
When she had a moment to herself, she would hum some passionate and cheesy Chinese tunes, all of which were flirtatious songs from northern China. Although I was born in Beijing, I grew up in Hong Kong, so while these beautiful tunes were very moving, they always felt somewhat unfamiliar.
She sang and twisted as she did so, and soon a familiar warmth appeared inside her vagina, followed by a thick, sticky liquid that gushed out with her continued writhing.
As this warm liquid flowed out, she became even more wanton and unrestrained, her arms tightly wrapped around my shoulders, her large, round, pointed breasts pressed tightly between us. She breathed heavily, inhaling the scent of violets, her whole body trembling.
A moment later, an extremely subtle trembling began within her uterus, giving a sensation of pleasure, like being bitten by insects, both itchy and numb—a feeling as exhilarating as an elevator descending from the top of a building.
"Oh, oh..." she murmured, her lips slightly pursed, her eyes tightly closed, "Ah... Chinese brother... Chinese father..."
A moment later, the stroke-like symptoms that often appeared in Qianzhi also manifested in this mixed-race girl.
Perhaps all promiscuous women are like this, I thought to myself.
At this moment, she seemed about to collapse, and I held her waist tightly with both hands to prevent her from suddenly relaxing and falling down.
My glans felt incredibly comfortable from the sucking and licking, and due to the rhythmic contractions of her vaginal walls, my thrusting movements were omitted.
Thus, our intercourse became even more fervent and intense.
"Ah! God..."
she murmured, her body trembling naturally, every inch of her tender flesh shaking.
Suddenly, a current from a mysterious realm instantly coursed through my veins, my lower abdomen began to contract rapidly, and then tightened.
Then, the heat surged rapidly, and the two testicles, which had remained passive, abandoned their composure and became unusually passionate. Even the anus responded, suddenly tightening from its relaxation.
Suddenly, a swarm of enthusiastic sperm, as if driven mad, rushed headlong into her uterus!
"Pop pop... pop pop..."
With each drop of semen hitting the core, the mixed-race girl let out a near-mad cry, rising and falling thirty times in total.
When I ejaculated the last precious drop of semen, I felt a strange languor; the pleasure subsided, and I felt a sense of ease and satisfaction, like having just finished an important course.
Thanks to Asoko's clever arrangement, another record of sexual intercourse with a mixed-race girl was added to my life's journey.
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The next day, while I was still asleep, Chie called, saying she was going to Honolulu with her husband, and their next meeting would probably be in about two weeks.
So, I returned to Hong Kong alone.
Although my trip to Japan was short, it broadened my knowledge of sex.
I'll definitely come back for a proper vacation someday, and if the opportunity arises, I'd even like to settle down in Japan permanently!

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