My experience with multiple partners

My Experiences with Group Sex Word
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(Part 1) The
"Younger Sister" (The "younger sister" in this article refers to a working woman over 20 years old, who is generally called "younger sister" because she does odd jobs such as answering phones, pouring tea, and mailing letters at the company.) Most
first group sex encounters are accidental, such as going out together (especially on overseas trips), going to karaoke, drinking, having too much fun, drinking too much, and getting all over each other. Or going to a karaoke motel together, it's easy to get hooked up. I've even had a case where I was completely undressed by several girls.
There was only one exception: my colleague, because of her phone-answering skills, knew I was a womanizer and often received calls from different girls inviting me out. Once, my younger sister was chatting with me and suddenly said, "I've never seen anyone have sex in my life." I just laughed and said, "Give your boyfriend a chance! If he doesn't have a chance, create one!"
She pouted and said, "I don't have a boyfriend."
A few days later, I was talking about this with my girlfriend, and she said that at her previous workplace, the boss and the accountant were having an affair. One day, the accountant even asked her if she wanted to join in. She was so scared that she quit immediately. I said, "Then let's ask my younger sister to do some practice sometime." My girlfriend smiled.
I think she was probably laughing and saying that she was now the one playing the role of the accountant. But this time was a little different; this time, my younger sister brought it up herself. It was
almost the weekend, and I said to my younger sister, "My girlfriend and I are going out, and we need a photographer. Do you want to come?"
She asked, "Where are we going?" I said, "To the Shitoushan area in Beipu, Zhuhai. It'll take a whole day." She said, "Okay!" So we arranged a time and place to meet.
That day, we set off in high spirits, chatting and laughing along the way. My younger sister was very responsible, taking some photos along the way. After visiting Beipu, our original plan was to go to Shitoushan and Nanzhuang, but I thought that going to the motel would take at least three hours, and we couldn't go too late. So I suggested going to Nanliao Fishing Port in Hsinchu for seafood instead.
Taking the expressway from Zhudong, we arrived at Nanliao quickly. After browsing the first floor, we went up to the second floor for seafood.
Many people buy fish from the first floor and bring it to the second floor to be cooked by the chef, paying the restaurant a processing fee. Why not just order directly from the second floor? The food is definitely better than buying it yourself. The restaurant has already picked out the best ingredients, and besides, I'm not an expert and can't tell the quality from the appearance.
I ordered a bunch of seafood, including fish, shrimp, and crab, and everyone enjoyed it immensely. My girlfriend was very attentive to me, always peeling shrimp and feeding me, or scooping out crab roe for me to eat. While feeding me, she would give me ambiguous glances and smiles. I think my younger sister saw this and probably understood what my girlfriend meant. Feeling bad about eating alone, I also peeled shrimp for my girlfriend and younger sister. After
we were full, we set off! My girlfriend asked, "Where to?" I said, "I'm tired, I want to sleep." My girlfriend said, "Then let's find a place to rest! I heard there's a place called 'X Golden Coast' on the West Coast that's pretty good, want to go there?"
My younger sister seemed a little awkward, but my girlfriend said, "It's okay, you just need to take pictures." I patted my younger sister on the shoulder and said, "Let's check it out!" My younger sister smiled and nodded.
We arrived at "X Golden Coast," checked in, and went into a room. The facilities were good, the space was quite large, with a KTV, an octopus chair, and the room was decorated in a Southeast Asian style. My girlfriend and I had been there many times before, so as soon as I entered, I lay down on the bed. My girlfriend, along with the younger sister, curiously looked around, giving me a brief introduction to the surroundings.
When they reached the bedside, I grabbed my girlfriend and pulled her onto the bed. She fell onto the bed with a thud, and I kissed her passionately. She struggled... I kissed her, touched her, and took off her clothes... In the midst of our passionate kiss, she was quickly stripped naked, and I quickly took off my clothes as well. Perhaps because I had eaten seafood, my penis was swollen and hard as a wooden stick, like steel, looking for an outlet, wanting to penetrate any opening.
I touched my girlfriend's private parts, which were already overflowing with fluid; the sheets were already soaked. I found the entrance and thrust in forcefully. My girlfriend screamed and cried out repeatedly, sometimes saying "So good, so good, so good," and sometimes "Fuck me to death, fuck me to death." With each thrust, my girlfriend screamed; the process was extremely intense.
After exercising for a while, we were probably tired, so we took a break. We finally remembered that my little sister was there. I saw her standing at the head of the bed, her eyes wide open. I said, "Little sister, come, sit here." She sat down, and I sat down next to her, holding her hand in one hand and gently stroking her face, ears, and mouth with the other. She didn't pull away.
At that moment, I knew she was receptive to me, so I gently kissed her, and she kissed me back. While kissing her, I touched her whole body and undressed her until she was completely naked, lying on her back on the bed.
I gently kissed her entire body; her eyes were closed, and her body moved occasionally. From her movements, I quickly found her erogenous zones. I kissed her genitals, my tongue diligently sucking, eating, and licking… She moved more and more vigorously. I turned and put my penis in her mouth. She grasped it with her hand, her mouth slightly open. I gently thrust in, and it entered her mouth.
Women are strange; they have little experience, yet they easily get into the mood. Except for the position of her teeth, she didn't need to be taught how to lick and suck; she just knew it naturally.
I sucked, blew on (gently exhaling warm air into her), and licked her genitals until they were soaking wet. Then I turned around, spread her legs, and gently inserted myself… At that moment, I remembered my girlfriend. I turned my head and saw her sitting on the sofa watching TV. I was watching her while gently inserting myself into her vagina. She would occasionally turn her head to look at me, and when she saw me watching her, she would smile slightly and turn back to watch TV.
I turned back to look at her. Her eyes were closed, her arms were wrapped around my body, her legs were spread wide, and her mouth was slightly open and wet, breathing softly. I hugged her and kissed her lips. She kissed me back. I swirled my tongue in her mouth, and she stuck her tongue out. Our tongues swirled together like that.
I whispered to her, “Is it good?” She nodded, but her lower body began to move, thrusting upwards and upwards, becoming more and more intense, as if she wanted to absorb all of me.
I knew she was enjoying herself and was about to climax, so I kept thrusting in, trying to go as deep as possible, moving gently so as not to disrupt her rhythm. Sure enough, after a short while, the thrusting stopped. She hugged me tightly, and I hugged her tightly too, then gently kissed her cheeks and eyes.
She opened her eyes, smiled shyly at me, and I winked at her, then gently kissed her nose and lips.
After kissing for a while, I said, "Let's go wash up!" She nodded.
At that moment, someone got up and moved around. I saw my girlfriend go to the bathroom to clean the bathtub. This is a habit of mine and my girlfriend's; whenever we go to a motel, we always bring a scouring pad, a bottle of "salad" (a type of detergent), and a bottle of "Salvor" (a disinfectant). Before taking a bath, we always scrub thoroughly with the "salad" and then disinfect with "Salvor" before using the bathtub.
I led the younger woman into the bathroom. Seeing my girlfriend washing up, she jumped into the bathtub to help. My girlfriend pointed to the showerhead and said, "I'll rinse you off." I watched the two naked women, one scrubbing, the other rinsing.
Finally, they finished cleaning and disinfecting, and then the tub started leaking. Both women were covered in sweat. My girlfriend gave a towel to the younger woman, who quickly gave her one back. Realizing I didn't have a towel, she went and got one for me. The three of them just stared at each other, drying themselves.
Suddenly, the two women burst into laughter, and I joined in with a silly grin. I figured they were probably laughing at me for not cleaning the bathtub, not sweating, and yet I was wiping myself with a towel. I didn't care how they laughed; they just gave me the towel and I did. Besides, they probably forgot I'd sweated quite a bit while exercising.
The two women walked back and forth in front of me, getting things, urinating, brushing their teeth, washing their faces… seemingly oblivious to my presence. I'm used to this. Women, their bodies satisfied, walk around naked in front of you as if nothing happened, without offering a kiss, a word of comfort, or a compliment.
The bathtub was almost empty, and all three of us had finished showering. I said, "Let's go, take a bath together." What
I really wanted to say was that being with two women who harbored no hostility or jealousy was truly blissful. The two women nestled beside me, one helping me lather with soap, the other helping me rinse off. You kiss one, and the other leans in, wanting you to kiss her too; you French kiss one, heating up the atmosphere, and the other snuggles behind you, caressing your entire body. This is why the West calls this phenomenon "lucky man."
I'm truly fortunate to have met two such wonderful women. Because of this, I've become much more focused on cherishing these two women. What followed was filled with joy, and the inevitable sadness of parting ways. All I can say is that we deeply cherished the time we spent together.
I'll save those little moments for another time!
(II) The Boss's Woman
Previously, I worked at a management consulting firm in a certain city. Back then, some management consulting firms were similar to debt collection agencies or legal drafting firms, only more legal, with lawyers drafting legal documents and sometimes even appearing in court and handling enforcement. We also occasionally had clients entrust us with various matters.
The area where I worked was a melting pot of all sorts of people—eating, drinking, whoring, gambling—and because of this, our company's business encompassed both the legitimate and underworld. At that time, I worked as a salesperson at that company, which meant I had to solicit business and then take a commission from the company.
Due to the environment, my clients included traders, merchants who had been cheated out of their money, underworld bosses, their underlings, bar owners, and even women who had been scammed—the list goes on.
I enjoy chatting with people, and once I start, I can talk endlessly. I don't know why, but people always seemed to like telling me their hidden secrets, so I heard countless stories. Confucius said, "Food and sex are human nature," so after seeing and hearing so much, I didn't think anything in the world was a big deal. Where there's demand, there's supply; for every gain, there's a loss.
One day, a female friend brought a friend to me, saying she had a hotel she wanted to sell and asked me to help her find someone willing to take it over. The three of us went to the site to take a look. It had probably been closed for a long time; the power was cut off. However, it was a good daytime, and some light shone through the gaps in the partitions. There was a dance floor in the center of the space, with some tables and chairs around it—it looked like a nightclub. Calling it a hotel wasn't an exaggeration, since it was a place for drinking.
We looked around with flashlights, and you could imagine how much money had been spent to build it up. I noticed several cubicles behind the bar, where customers had left their bottles of liquor. The bottles had notes with the owners' names on them, and the unfinished bottles lay there, waiting for their next visit. Those were all very good bottles; it was a real shame to leave them there. Unfortunately, the shop wasn't open, and the owners couldn't take the liquor back.
A few days later, the client (let's call her Sister Ling) would call to inquire about the progress, to see if anyone had asked or visited the hotel. Frankly, selling a hotel isn't easy; not every wealthy person is interested. Besides, once the news broke, it always takes time to spread. So, for the first week, only one or two people occasionally showed interest and wanted to learn more.
Perhaps because it was taking a while, or perhaps due to the pressure of rent, Sister Ling's calls and visits to the company became more frequent. Besides business, we would sometimes have meals together, and gradually we started chatting.
Sister Ling was strikingly beautiful, with fair skin, about 172 cm tall, and weighing around 50-60 kg—quite tall for a woman. She moved elegantly, didn't talk much, and sometimes lit a cigarette, looking thoughtful. We had a chance to chat a bit. Actually, from my friends, I knew she was the woman of a certain powerful figure. I had to admire the man's vision, boldness, and methods; no matter how vulgar or common he might appear, he always managed to keep the exquisite by his side.
I rarely inquire about a woman's age, weight, family, friends, or marital status. It's pointless to ask. If I ask her age, she'll just say, "Guess." If I ask her weight, she'll tell me her "ideal weight." As for marriage and friends, good women are already taken; there are plenty of options. Asking would only ruin my own future. Frankly, I still don't know how many times Sister Ling has been with me, only that she's a bit older.
As we spent more time together, Sister Ling gradually became interested in my family and friends. At that time, I had a steady girlfriend who would sometimes come to my company after work. My girlfriend and Sister Ling had met a few times, had dinner together, and got along well.
Late at night, my girlfriend and I would go to the nightclub I'd sold (I call it a nightclub because it was dark). We'd go in with flashlights, light candles, drink the leftover drinks from other customers, and then do what we wanted.
We used to do it occasionally. In nightclubs, with their atmosphere and the drinks, we'd often take our clothes off, kiss, and play around. The whole club felt like it belonged to just the two of us. We could do it sitting in chairs, leaning over tables, lying on tables, or even go behind the bar and pretend to sexually assault waiters, or act out scenes of bar girls flirting with VIPs. We could dance naked on the dance floor, or play hide-and-seek.
Those were unforgettable, joyful times for my girlfriend and me.
Finally, one day, the nightclub was sold to a businessman. After the sale, Sister Ling happily said she wanted to treat my girlfriend and me. I said, "Why don't we go to your nightclub? Since the deal's done, we might as well drink the drinks. We won't be going back, so it'll be a nice memento." Sister
Ling said, "There's no electricity there, and the air is stuffy." I said, "We go there often, it's fine!" At this, my girlfriend blushed and lowered her head, avoiding our gaze.
Sister Ling said, "I know, the building manager downstairs told me you often stay there until midnight."
I said, "Yeah! With candles lit, the atmosphere is great, so we just stay a little longer."
Sister Ling said, "Okay, since you don't mind, Xiaoling (my girlfriend's nickname) and I will go buy some snacks and treats. You go first, we'll meet you there."
I went into the nightclub, lit some candles, and even cracked the window open a little for ventilation. I washed the glasses and made some small adjustments. Soon Sister Ling and Xiaoling returned, carrying some barbecued and braised snacks to go with the drinks, as well as some ice and fruit. Sister Ling went to the liquor cabinet and picked out some drinks, some of which were colored—green, red, and clear—saying, "I'll mix cocktails later."
We ate, drank, mixed cocktails, and chatted. After drinking some, I felt a bit hot, my face started sweating, and my clothes became a little damp. Seeing that I was a little restless, Sister Ling said, "If you're hot, just take off your clothes! We're all family here, don't be shy."
I glanced at my girlfriend, who chimed in, "Let's take them off, otherwise our clothes will get all wet."
I took off my shirt, drinking with the woman shirtless. I sweat very easily, and even after taking off my shirt, sweat kept pouring out, soaking my entire body, including my belt and waistband.
I stood up and said, "I'm going to take off my pants." So I took off my suit trousers, leaving me only in my underwear. Sister Ling laughed and said, "You're really bold, taking them off like that." I said, "Otherwise, by the time you asked, my pants were already soaking wet. See, this isn't very natural or comfortable."
My girlfriend listened and then said, "What's natural or comfortable about this? Look at you, it's so tight down there (at that time, I liked to wear bullet-shaped underwear). I think you should just take them all off, that'll be more comfortable." I didn't know if Xiaoling was being sarcastic, teasing, or genuinely thought I should just take them all off.
I hesitated at the time. Sister Ling and I were just business friends; we never had any intimate interactions, not even holding hands. Being naked in front of her seemed a bit impolite. Besides, she was the boss's woman, and everyone knew that you couldn't touch the boss's woman. If the boss found out, it would be terrible—"Bang! Bang!"
I was wearing only my underwear, almost like I was in a swimming pool, so it should be okay, right? Unexpectedly, Sister Ling said, "Just take it off. I've seen too much, it's okay. You're the star today, as long as you're comfortable."
I hesitated, reluctant to take it off. Suddenly, Xiao Ling grabbed my waistband and tried to pull it down. I quickly used both hands to protect my pants from falling down. Surprisingly, even while pulling, I still got excited, and my penis quickly became erect, sometimes even peeking out from between my legs. Seeing my excitement, Xiao Ling stopped pulling and even tucked it back in, patted it, and said, "Good boy." Sister Ling saw this and laughed so hard she bent over, wiping away tears.
"Good boy" really wasn't good; it was sticking out of my underwear like a tent. Sister Ling and my girlfriend wanted me to take off my underwear to avoid discomfort, but I still insisted on not taking it off. Sister Ling said, "Then let's play cards. The loser can do whatever the winner does. If you win, you can ask not to take it off." Xiao Ling said, "Okay, that's the fairest way."
I thought to myself, how is that fair? The ultimate goal of this game is to get everyone naked and then do whatever they want with them!
Sister Ling took out playing cards from the drawer of the counter, arranged them skillfully, and asked us what we wanted to play. My girlfriend said, "Picking up red dots." I said, "Seven of a Kind." Sister Ling said, "That's too slow, let's compare sizes."
So everyone drew a card and flipped them over together. Hehe, I'm the highest! Next up is Sister Ling, and Xiao Ling is the lowest. Xiao Ling asked, "Then what do we do?" Sister Ling said, "Ask your boyfriend!" I laughed, laughed heartily. Just now she wanted to take off my pants, now it's your turn to take them off yourself, so I said, "Take off one piece." Xiao Ling took off her watch and put it on the table.
In this game, everyone takes off their clothes very quickly, and in no time they were all naked. Next, I was asked to kiss my girlfriend, and my girlfriend wanted me to touch Sister Ling... Then it was time to play with genitals, it was basically all about revenge. When the game reached the point where we were asked to insert into a certain hole, the atmosphere had gotten heated, and we started making a ruckus, trying to challenge ourselves with some difficult positions. So we went back and forth between several holes (above, below, in front, and behind) until we ejaculated and licked ourselves clean.
Afterwards, the three of us hugged tightly and rested for a while. Soon after, Sister Ling got up, lit a cigarette, and sat naked on the sofa, seemingly lost in thought. I said, "Sister Ling..." She put her index finger to her lips, signaling me not to speak. Then, she got up and dressed, and we also hurriedly got up to find clothes to wear.
Seeing this, Sister Ling said, "You can stay a little longer. I have something to do, so I'll leave first. You guys have fun. If you want any of the things in the shop, you can take them home." After saying that, she smiled at us, turned around, and opened the door to leave.
After that day, I never saw Sister Ling again, nor did I contact her again. I left the house and the housekeeping to her friends. Later, I heard that my older brother had become the leader of a well-known gang in the country, and Sister Ling, having left the nightclub, was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Later, it seems she went abroad.
(III) My Sister's Classmates
Speaking of my experiences with group sex, I have quite a lot! Growing up surrounded by women, I know a bunch of my sister's classmates and friends; a bunch of my cousins' classmates and friends… Because I was one of the few men in the family, I was pampered by my great-grandmother, grandmother, and a bunch of relatives, living a carefree life where I could have whatever I wanted.
My family ran a general store across from a college in northern Taiwan, also selling stationery, books, stamps, etc. My classmates and teachers would sometimes come to my house to shop before and after school, so I knew everyone well. My grandfather had been the village chief, and my father had been a councilor and township representative, so we got along well with the neighbors. We often had guests who would stay for half a day.
One weekend, my older sister brought a few classmates to our house, saying they wanted to stay overnight and go to Guanyin Mountain the next morning. They asked if I wanted to come along. I said, "Sure! I'm free tomorrow anyway."
After dinner, the girls crowded into my sister's room, chattering and making a ruckus. My family might be a bit patriarchal; my room alone (a Japanese-style dormitory-style room) is about twenty or thirty tatami mats in size. You could roll around in bed, and ten people could sleep comfortably in a row. My sister's room is much smaller—just a table, a chair, a wardrobe, and a bed. Even with several girls sitting on the edge, it looks a bit cramped.
After chatting with them for a bit, I said, "Why don't we go to my room? We can play cards or chess." So I led them to my room.
Several girls, perhaps never having seen such a large room before, exclaimed like country bumpkins visiting the Grand View Garden: "Wow!
The desk is huge! Wow! So many books! Wow! There's even a piano! Wow! A huge sofa! Wow! The wardrobe alone is bigger than my bed! Wow! Is this a wardrobe? Wow! Is this bathtub (which can hold five or six people at the same time) a swimming pool?"
I ignored them and took out playing cards and some board games from the wardrobe, asking them what they wanted to play.
The girls chattered away, some wanting to play cards, others wanting to play checkers. I was happy to oblige, and they played whatever they wanted. Everyone had a great time and were quite excited about the punishments.
When it was time to shower, I said we would take turns, so they showered one by one. When they arrived, everyone was wearing casual clothes, but after showering, they were all different. Some were wearing loose clothes and loose shorts, while others were wearing pajamas; some were not wearing bras after showering, while others were still wearing bras. Anyway, these kinds of phenomena... I've seen it all before, it's nothing new.
When people come back from the shower and join us, they always have a pleasant, soapy scent, a unique sweetness, different from the smell of the same soap I use.
When everyone's tired, we'll line up, covered with blankets, and chat. There are some customs, or rather rules, in our family. Even if my sister's room is empty, I won't sleep there, perhaps because it's a woman's room!
My sister, even if classmates come to my room, she'll settle them in before going back to her own room.
After my sister went back, my classmates chatted about funny things at school, one after another. I was a little confused, but I pretended to be interested. Finally, they realized I was tired and offered me a place to sleep, so they made room for me.
After I lay down, my eyelids were heavy, but my classmates were still enthusiastically talking, asking me if I had a girlfriend, or if I'd ever kissed a girl. To all those questions, my answer was always "no," whether they believed me or not. I just said it casually, and they actually believed me.
One of them, the ringleader, suggested, "Since you've never kissed anyone, let's play a game. The loser lets you kiss them." I pouted, pretending to be aggrieved. The more I acted like that, the more excited they got, and they started clamoring for the ringleader to kiss me first. I said, "No way, I have a certain status. You can't let the loser kiss me; the winner should kiss me."
This made everyone even more excited, and they all wanted the leader to kiss me first. I covered my head with the blanket to prevent her from kissing me, but she leaned her head closer. Several women pulled the blanket away, and I covered my mouth. Then, one woman held down my leg, another pulled my hand away, and the leader leaned in and kissed me, saying, "Hehe, you got a kiss!"
The girls let go of me and started dancing around, celebrating as if they had accomplished something great. I thought to myself: This isn't a kiss. A kiss should have feeling. Whatever, if they say it's a kiss, then it's a kiss.
After a while of excitement, the leader said, "Let's play a game of roulette. Whoever it lands on, you kiss them." I went to the refrigerator and got a soda bottle. Everyone sat around, and the bottle spun and spun. In no time, I had kissed all the girls. Someone suggested playing cards, with the loser getting to decide who gets to kiss whom. I was in the minority, so I had to obey the majority.
At first, I was the one who lost and was asked to kiss whomever I wanted. After everyone had their turn, it was time to take off my clothes. I was down to my underwear, while they were all still fully clothed. With several women attacking me, it was no wonder I lost! In another round, I probably wouldn't even have my underwear left.
Thankfully, fate was fair, and I finally won. I demanded that the leader take off all her clothes at once. Wow! Everyone started complaining: "They took off their clothes one piece at a time, and you want them to take them all off at once? That's not fair!" I said, "You set the rules! 'The loser is at the winner's mercy.'"
The leader admitted it, saying, "A bet is a bet." So she quickly took off her clothes, openly naked, and said, "Continue!"
The next time, I lost, and of course, I was also asked to take off my clothes. As everyone knows, it's really hard not to get an erection when facing a completely naked woman, and those women were particularly interested in erections, touching and stroking them. I was getting quite uncomfortable.
The leader was the most considerate, saying, "I heard that if a man gets an erection, it's better to cool it down for his health, otherwise it can be harmful. Let's help him cool down!" So she came over and started masturbating me, while the other girls sat around watching her.
I lay there comfortably, letting her masturbate me. After a while, her hand probably got tired, so another girl took over, and so they took turns. To be honest, how could just masturbating like that cool me down? Besides, most of them were novices; I felt like I was being played. The more they did it, the more it hurt, so I said, "Wait a minute, I'll do it myself." So I used my hand, and soon I ejaculated.
The moment I ejaculated, the girls scrambled to catch it, exclaiming in unison, "So much!" The leader asked her classmate to bring some toilet paper, carefully wiped me clean, and even helped me put on my underwear. Then, as if finally accomplishing a great task, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Can I go to sleep now? We're going hiking tomorrow."
(IV) Afu's Cousin
When I was in middle school, I had a few male classmates who were pretty close friends. I talked about everything with them. Sometimes after school, we would go to each other's houses to watch TV, do homework, chat, play chess, etc.
One of them, let's call him Afu, had a very ordinary appearance, wasn't very tall, was a bit chubby, wore square glasses, was about 160 centimeters tall and weighed about 60 kilograms, and his grades were just average. In short, he was the kind of person who wouldn't be noticed by anyone in the large group of students in the class (we were in separate classes for boys and girls back then).
I was considered tall in the class, was a key student leader, had decent grades, and was the kind of person who liked to play, so girls often invited me to hang out. Afu was different. He envied my popularity with girls and often asked me to tell him how to date girls and how to get a girlfriend, etc.
Actually, I don't know how to get a girlfriend. To be honest, I've never actively pursued anyone. Girls usually ask my classmates to tell me they want to get to know me, or they pass me notes saying they want to chat, or they come up with a bunch of excuses—a good movie, a fun place, a good restaurant, they need more people for an event—basically, they just want me to participate.
Afu is different. Besides school, he's at home, and when he has nothing to do, he just watches TV (we didn't have computers back then). Otherwise, he'll call me and ask if I want to come to his house. His house is very close to mine, about a minute or two by bike. His parents are rarely home, and he's an only child. Their house is quite big, a detached house by the main road, the kind where you enter and the living room is right there. In first grade, I went almost every week. In second grade, perhaps because I had more work, I went about once a month. By third grade, I rarely went; I'd just stop by occasionally to say hello.
One evening, I rode my bike to the bookstore to buy stationery and happened to pass by his house. I noticed his living room was lit up, so I went around to say hello. When I entered, I saw a rather tall and pretty girl sitting there watching TV. I asked, "Where's Afu?"
"Afu went to buy dinner and will be back soon," the girl replied.
"Oh, then tell Afu I've been here; I'm his classmate." The girl smiled and saw me out.
The next day at school, I ran into Afu and asked, "Who was that girl yesterday?" Afu said, "She's my cousin. My mom asked her to come to Taipei to prepare for her college entrance exam (retake), and she came to keep me company." I said, "Your cousin is very pretty! She looks very healthy." Hearing me praise her cousin so much, Afu said shyly, "I'll tell my cousin when I get back. She'll be very happy that you praised her like that."
Ever since I knew Afu had his cousin with him, I went to Afu's house even less. Even when I passed by and saw the lights were on, I didn't go in. I just said "hi" to the house as I passed by and walked away.
At school lunch, Afu and his classmates would gather around my table to eat and chat. One day, after everyone had finished eating, Afu hesitantly said to me, "I have something I want to tell you." So we walked together to the big tree by the playground.
I asked him what was wrong, and he said, "I've run into some trouble and I don't know what to do." I asked, "What happened?" He said, "My cousin is staying at my house. Since we're relatives, we're not very reserved and often just sit together watching TV. At first, my cousin would gently touch my penis through my pants. I didn't know what to do then, but it felt pretty good after she touched me, so I ignored her and let her touch me. Later, she put her hand inside. Last night, she took off my pants and her own, lay on the sofa, and wanted me to put my penis inside her."
I asked him, "What did you do then?" He said, "I was terrified and extremely nervous. I didn't know what to do. But she insisted, pulling my penis and demanding that I put it in. She even climbed on top of me and rubbed against me."
I asked, "Did you go in? Did you ejaculate?"
"No way! I only went in for a little while, then I pulled out. I was terrified, how could I ejaculate? My penis went soft, and she kept rubbing against me, trying to push me in. Later, it seemed like she was satisfied, and then she left me." Afu's head drooped lower and lower as she spoke, her voice growing softer.
I asked, "And then?"
"She kept going, until my penis was hard, and then she wanted me to put it inside her vagina and thrust.
I kept thrusting, and I came after a few strokes. My cousin kept sucking and playing with my penis. But I was very nervous, and I felt something was wrong, like incest, so I told her, 'I'll introduce you to my boyfriend.' My cousin asked me who I'd introduce, and I said you.
My cousin seemed to like you; she immediately said, 'Okay! When?' I promised her this weekend. You have to help me, otherwise I don't know what to do."
Hearing Afu say that, I didn't know what a "desire woman" was back then, nor did I know that such girls were the most terrifying. When desire strikes, it can never be satisfied, no matter how much you try. At the time, I only agreed out of friendship, not wanting them to continue their incestuous relationship, so I took matters into my own hands to see if I could correct or
salvage the situation. After school on the weekend (in our time, we had half-day classes on weekends), Afu and I went straight to his house. When we entered the living room, Afu's cousin had already bought lunch and was waiting for us. While we were eating, Afu's cousin kept glancing at me, her eyes a little watery. I felt uncomfortable seeing her staring at me, so I just ate my lunch frantically.
After lunch, Afu said to his cousin, "I'm leaving my classmate with you, I'm going out." His cousin said, "No need, you don't need to go out, you'll have company if you stay." I thought Afu must be an obedient good boy; since his cousin told him to stay, he stayed.
Afu and I were watching TV in the living room when my cousin (I also call her "cousin") came over after tidying up the table. Without saying a word, she reached down and started touching my crotch. It was the first time I'd ever encountered someone so direct in front of her cousin, without even knowing his name, without greeting him, without a date, without building any chemistry, and without even considering whether it was appropriate or not.
My heart was pounding, and my penis quickly became erect. My cousin touched it, unzipped my pants, pulled it out, and started licking it. This scene was like something out of an adult film. I really didn't expect it to happen so fast. My face was sweating, and my eyes were wide open as I watched my cousin's mouth moving up and down on my penis. I looked at Afu, who gave me a look that said, "See? This is how she treats me."
The TV was still on, and Afu and I watched it while observing my cousin's actions. My cousin unbuttoned her clothes and bra, wanting me to touch her breasts. She reached into her panties and touched herself, then pulled them off. With one hand still inside, she rapidly moved her fingers up and down and side to side inside her vagina, which opened and closed repeatedly because her legs were pressing upwards.
She pulled down my pants, turned her back to me, and guided my penis into her vagina, then kept moving. Sometimes the movements were too strong, and it slipped out, but she would immediately grab it and push it back in. Sometimes she moved up and down, sometimes back and forth, sometimes she rotated while sitting, one hand touching her breasts, the other holding onto the table leg. Sometimes her hand would touch her clitoris; I only needed to hold her buttocks and move up and down.
After a while, she probably got tired, so she knelt on the ground, like a dog, wanting me to come and penetrate her. I knelt and penetrated her from behind, and she started moving again, back and forth, back and forth… I had never met a girl like that before, so direct, so eager to have sex.
While we were doing it, I kept having doubts. No matter how much of a playboy I was in the past, I would never touch my family, not even in my wildest dreams, let alone do it. Now, to prevent them from committing incest, I did it with her, and her cousin was watching. So, now that she did it with me, will she stop doing it with Afu and only do it with me? Besides, with her desires, she's just looking for me to release her lust, or she wants both (Afu and me). I have no obligation to do it with her all the time.
Thinking about this, my penis went soft. I stood there, frozen. Seeing that I had softened, my cousin thought I was tired, so she turned over, touched my penis, and kissed me. I tried to avoid her kissing me, so she kissed my penis instead.
My mind was still racing, and no matter how much she sucked, there was no reaction. After a while, my cousin still hadn't gotten any results, so she turned her attention to Afu. She crawled up to Afu, pulled out his penis, and started sucking on it. I felt nauseous watching it and told them, "I have to go now." When I left, my cousin was still sucking on Afu's penis. I knew I'd wasted my time.
From that day on, Afu mentioned that my cousin wanted to see me again, but I always made excuses and didn't agree. I really didn't like that situation, even though my cousin was quite pretty and capable. Since his sexual relationship with my cousin, Afu seemed much more mature; at least he didn't keep asking me about girlfriends. Sometimes I would remind him to use protection so my cousin wouldn't get pregnant.
Soon after, we both graduated. Afu got into a school not far from home, and I heard my cousin got into a private university in Taipei. I don't know what happened next. Did they stay together, or did they each go their separate ways?
Every time I passed Afu's house and saw the light on, I didn't go in to say hello. I just wondered if my cousin still lived there? Were they still doing what they used to do?
I've written several stories about group sex before, mostly involving threesomes, because the chances of threesomes happening are very high, especially when traveling abroad. Perhaps, regardless of gender, people feel more relaxed and at ease when abroad, and in that situation, if there happens to be a suitable partner, an unforgettable romance can easily develop.
When I was working at the company, I was still as popular with women as ever. Even when I was sent abroad by the company, while I was still checking at Taoyuan Airport, women from my tour group would approach me to arrange private activities after we arrived at our destination. Perhaps I look like a catch; otherwise, how could they (especially those I had just met) be so discerning?
Actually, there are reasons why they like being with me: First, absolute secrecy. Second, safety first. Third, good hygiene. Fourth, never jealous. Fifth, not clingy or fussy. Sixth, fun-loving and knows how to have fun. Seventh, everything revolves around her.
Girls who are with me don't need to worry about affecting their families or friends, getting sick, or any unexpected situations. I don't take photos casually (only landscapes), and I don't carry those camera phones. They're too convenient; sometimes they're accidentally used or left out, leading to leaks, and then no amount of explanation can clear things up. If the other person is unmarried, that's fine, but if they're married, what husband can stand his wife being with a third party? So, you still need to think about your future happiness. Having fun is fine, but ultimately you must return to your family and career. Don't ruin your career or family. Speaking of which, one
summer, my family and I went on a three-day, two-night cruise from Keelung to Naha with the Lihsing Cruises.
The Lihsing Cruises was like a floating hotel that could accommodate more than a thousand tourists. It had several restaurants, a library, a nightclub, a shopping mall, a barbershop, a massage parlor, classrooms, a cinema, a fitness center, a swimming pool, a basketball court, a running track, and even a golf driving range.
In the afternoon, after departing from Keelung Harbor, I took my family to explore the ship. Perhaps because of the movie "Titanic," I went to the bow, hoping to see the scene where the male and female protagonists celebrated with open arms. However, I was disappointed; the bow section is where the crew works, and tourists cannot freely enter. We could only enjoy the view from the upper deck. The deck is quite high, allowing you to walk around the ship from bow to stern. If you enjoy jogging, there's even a running track painted on it.
There are many activities on board, and meals are available at any time. My family really enjoyed this kind of vacation; once on board, everyone could participate in their own activities. After dinner, I watched the night view from the deck. The ship wasn't moving fast, and the journey was quite smooth. With no light pollution, the sky was filled with stars, and a bright moon hung high in the sky. The most beautiful view at night was at the stern, where long, gradually spreading waves trailed behind them. The waves were tinged with moonlight, and the moon itself seemed to accompany the ship's journey. A gentle breeze blew, making it hard to believe it was the height of summer.
People gradually arrived on the deck; some were engaged in lively conversation, some chatted quietly, some were lost in thought, and some were entwined in tender affection. Most people came aboard for a quick look and then left, leaving mostly couples behind, nestled together, time seemingly unimportant to them.
As night deepened and the crowd gradually dispersed, two women stood on the side of the ship. One was older, around thirty, and the other younger, around twenty-eight or thirty. They hadn't moved since coming aboard, barely exchanging a word, simply gazing quietly at the sea view.
From my observation, this suggested that one was busy with something, while the other was accompanying her on a relaxing trip. The older woman, motionless, stared at the sea; the younger woman, occasionally glancing at her companion, was her companion, and she had likely booked the itinerary and tickets.
I walked over and stood beside them, gazing at the sea view like they did. The younger woman, seeing me approach, gently nudged the older one to move, but the older woman seemed lost in thought, remaining motionless. This made the younger woman smile at me somewhat shyly.
I smiled back and said, "Hello! It's beautiful! I heard the sunrise at sea is even more beautiful; don't miss it tomorrow morning." After saying this, the younger woman smiled at me, and I returned to my cabin to rest.
I know very well that when a woman is troubled, you shouldn't disturb her; let her have some peace and quiet. If I continued to stand there, I would only appear to be someone who "truly incurs resentment."
I love sunrises, and I never miss a sunrise in any place, let alone one at sea on such a beautiful day. Early in the morning, before dawn, I got up and went to the deck to wait. The most beautiful part of a sunrise is the series of phenomena before the sun appears, and the moment it does appear is the most spectacular. Then, in a short minute or two, the sun fully emerges, shining brightly, and the sunrise process ends.
While waiting for the sunrise, the two women appeared. "Good morning!" I turned to greet them. "You're here even earlier than us!" they both replied with a smile. I said, "It's rare to take a boat trip, and I didn't want to miss the sunrise at sea." They stood beside me, chatting as they watched the sunrise.
They were sisters, both married; the older sister lived in Zhongli, and the younger sister lived in Jingmei. My older sister is a housewife, shop assistant, and accountant. Her family owns a beverage wholesale store, and she has two children. My younger sister just got married and works in commercial design. This trip was because my sister's family was going through some complicated issues.
I figured that since she didn't even bring her children along, it must be something very important, perhaps a turning point. I didn't want to pry too much, so I tried to talk about things that would make them happy. They asked me, "Alone?" I said there were seven of us in total, sharing two cabins, and they were probably still sleeping.
We chatted about commercial design, printing, business management, and some travel experiences, and we got along quite well. My sister and I are about the same age, and we both run businesses. Some of my design work is related to my younger sister's, so we had a very pleasant conversation. Before we knew it, the sun was almost up, and I told them to keep an eye on it, because the sun rises very quickly and will be fully visible in a flash.
They asked me, "Why?" I said, "Draw a straight line across the entire sky from east to west, calculate how many times larger the sun is, then divide that by the time from sunrise to sunset, and you'll know how fast the sun moves."
Sure enough, the sun quickly rose above the horizon. The sisters were very grateful that I invited them to watch the sunrise last night; they felt it was well worth the trip, a truly unique sunrise experience.
I said, "Even if we do nothing but sleep, the day will still pass. Getting up early today gave us the experience of watching a sunrise over the sea, and I'm so glad to have met you all here."
After I finished speaking, the younger sister quickly said, "It's our honor! You're our benefactor. If it weren't for you, we might still be sleeping! Watching the sunrise today has put me in a great mood; it makes me feel hopeful about life." As the younger sister spoke, the older sister nodded in agreement.
As we talked, I invited them to walk around and have breakfast at a restaurant. After we finished breakfast, they asked me, "What do you need later?" I said, "Nothing." The girl continued, "You seem very open-minded and knowledgeable. We have some personal questions we'd like to ask you. We're stuck at a crossroads, and we were wondering if it would be convenient for you to ask for your opinion." They
really did need something! It was quite a coincidence that we met, and we chatted so pleasantly. Since they had already extended an invitation, I went with them to their cabin.
Once inside, I noticed they hadn't even unpacked their luggage; the table was spotless, and even the beds were neatly made. I knew they weren't there for a vacation. Vacationers usually have a pile of brochures (guidebooks), snacks, cosmetics, and skincare products on their tables… I knew things wouldn't be easy to resolve, so I decided to listen to what they had to say first.
The younger sister spoke first: "Because of my husband's passing, my in-laws don't understand my family. They think I'm bringing bad luck and won't help at all. The shop's business has also suffered greatly because of his death, and it's almost on the verge of collapse. I'm thinking of closing down the business, leaving the children with my husband's family, and going north to find a job to make a living."
The older sister continued, "Wholesale beverages require a lot of socializing and physical strength to deliver goods. I have to take care of the children, and I can't handle it. I studied business, so I can manage bookkeeping, but if I have to leave the children in Zhongli, I..."
The older sister couldn't continue, wiping away tears, and the younger sister also started crying.
I comforted them, "There's nothing in the world that can't be solved unless you give up first." I patted the older sister's shoulder and said, "I understand your suffering. Your husband's illness definitely won't last just a month or two. You've had a very hard time..." As soon as I said this, the older sister's tears seemed to burst forth, flowing freely.
At that moment, she needed someone to understand and comfort her. I gently patted her back, pulled her closer, and took the tissue from her hand to wipe her tears. The more she wiped, the more tears streamed down her face. It pained me to see this, so I gently held her head in my arms and used my lips to catch her tears. She closed
her eyes, but the tears still welled up uncontrollably. I pulled her hands to my sides, wrapped them around my body, and rested her head on my shoulder. I gently patted her back with one hand and stroked her cheek with the other. Her tears continued to fall, drop by drop.
I kissed her eyes, her nose, her face, her lips… She hugged me tightly, responding passionately.
I hugged her tightly too, kissing her for a long, long time.
After a while, my sister saw me watching her, smiled, and gave me a thumbs-up, urging me to continue. With my sister's permission, I continued kissing my older sister, my hands caressing her breasts and her entire body…
My sister's reaction intensified; she began to writhe. I pulled her hand down to my crotch, touching my penis. She gripped it tightly, as if afraid it would escape. I pulled down my pants and pressed her head down. She kissed my penis… At this moment, although tears still lingered in her eyes, they stopped falling.
I pulled her head back, continued kissing her lips, removed her clothes, and led her to lie down on the bed. I caressed her breasts with one hand and her genitals with the other, noticing how slippery and wet her lower body was. I spread her legs, aimed at her vulva, and gently inserted myself. Her lower body moved up and down in rhythm with me…
I winked at my sister, and she winked back; I smiled, and she smiled back; I made a face, and she made a face too…
I was having sex with her older sister, and if I continued playing with her sister, it might take a long time to ejaculate, so I focused on thrusting hard… Soon, I ejaculated, and my sister arched her back as if she had just received a long-awaited rain…
After we finished, I continued to hold my sister, who nestled her head against my chest affectionately, stroking my chest hair with one hand. My sister leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “Thank you!” My sister opened her eyes and smiled at me.
I gestured to my sister with my cheek, meaning "thank you," and she kissed my cheek. I then gestured to my lips, and she kissed my lips. I then gestured to my penis, and she pouted and ignored me. I used my thumb to mimic her earlier "thumbs up" gesture, and then gestured to my penis again. She reluctantly grabbed my now limp penis and kissed it.
Given the opportunity, how could I let my sister off the hook? I pulled her over and started kissing her. The bunks on the ship were narrow; two people could squeeze in if neither was too overweight, but three were impossible. Seeing me kiss my sister, my older sister moved to another bunk. My sister probably didn't expect me to kiss her and struggled a little, but only briefly before she hugged me and kissed me passionately, even more boldly than her sister.
I took off my sister's clothes, turned around, and frantically kissed her genitals. I shoved my gradually hardening penis into her mouth and began thrusting… then turned around again and inserted it into my sister's vagina. The two bodies collided repeatedly, making rhythmic slapping sounds.
My older sister avoided my gaze, a little ashamed. I gestured for her to come and kiss me, and she knelt by the bed and kissed me. I touched my younger sister's breast with one hand and my older sister's breast with the other, and my penis became even harder. I sat up, pulled my older sister to sit on top of me on the edge of the bed, and she faced me as I penetrated her, and we started moving.
My younger sister would sometimes bring her breasts to my mouth, moving them constantly; sometimes she would kiss my lips; sometimes she would get off the bed, hold my older sister's buttocks, and touch my penis. When my older sister had moved enough, it was my younger sister's turn. My older sister seemed to like my chest hair more, and she kept licking my chest.
We changed positions several times, the two sisters taking turns penetrating, doing it and doing it... Finally, I ejaculated, shooting onto both of them, and they played with my semen with their hands...
After resting for a while, I looked at my watch; it was almost nine o'clock, and the ship should be arriving in Naha soon. I had already signed up for a half-day tour of the Naha Governor's Office and Kokusai Street. It was time to meet my family, so I told them I had to go.
When I returned to my cabin, my wife and son asked, "Where have you been? We can't find you anywhere!" I said, "I ran into some acquaintances and chatted with them in their cabin. It's getting late; we should have breakfast and prepare for the next part of the trip."
After arriving in Naha, I accompanied my family on a tour. We returned to the cruise ship after noon, and then it was time to head home. We had signed up for a tour of the bridge and some rhythmic dance classes in the arts and crafts classroom. Dinner was a big meal; the main course was supposedly foie gras steak, prepared by a chef from a five-star hotel in Taipei. We lined up early to wait for it. In the restaurant, I saw the two sisters dining in the distance. I smiled at them as a greeting.
After dinner, I took my family to a show, chatted with the children, and then said, "I'm going to the deck to see the night view." When I got to the deck, I didn't see the two sisters, so I went to their cabin and knocked on the door.
After they let me in, they said, "Thank you for the inspiration you gave us, allowing us to experience the meaning of living in the present and enjoying the moment. Sister, you will bravely face everything and overcome all difficulties when you go back. No matter what, you will bring your child with you, loving and caring for them as you would your own. Our family is doing alright, so I might go back to my parents' house with the child first. My mother will take care of the child during the day, and I can focus on finding a job."
I smiled and said, "Yes, that's the best outcome. Congratulations on figuring things out; this trip wasn't in vain!"
We chatted about my sister's plans and the future... That night, we didn't have any sexual activity, nor did we mention the passion of the morning. Women are so strange; from beginning to end, I only listened and offered a few words of comfort and encouragement. I didn't give any specific advice, yet the gratitude and reward I received were so abundant.
The third morning, the sky was a bit overcast and rainy, the waves were a bit high, and the boat was rocking a little. Thankfully, we'd be back in Keelung by noon. Looking out the cabin window, I smiled slightly, thinking of my sister and her children sharing their future…
(VI) Linda and Her Fellow Villagers
A few years ago, because my twin children needed care, I hired a maid named Linda. I was very familiar with the agency and had referred several clients to them. The agency owner personally selected suitable candidates, saying, "Just leave it to me." When I first met Linda, I was stunned. She was beautiful and had a great figure. She was 23 years old, a college graduate, and unmarried.
A few days later, the agency called to ask if I was satisfied. I asked, "Where did you find such a high-caliber maid?" The agent replied, "Every family has its own needs. Some families deliberately want someone a little uglier or older (wives are afraid their husbands will cheat); others have ulterior motives (they want someone cheap, pretty, and available for free). They all want me to show them photos first. If I showed them yours, they'd be drooling and fighting over her! Because you trust me, yours doesn't have a photo."
My original plan was to find a highly educated, English-speaking maid who could teach English while taking care of the children.
However, I discovered that our maid had a very heavy accent, not standard English at all, which would be difficult to correct later.
But Linda is very loving towards children, treating our child like a precious gem. A neighbor once told me they saw our maid taking the children to school on the street, holding an umbrella that only sheltered the children, and they were very envious.
Gradually, as Linda became more familiar with our family, we often chatted together. I rarely watch TV. When she was tidying up the room, she stood by my computer desk, watching what I was doing. I asked her where #the Philippines' hometown was, so I could look it up online. I went to the #Philippines website on Yahoo! and asked her to type it in. It turned out to be in the northern part of Luzon Island, near the sea. She even searched for her school and then told me some things about her hometown.
Sometimes I would teach her to cook a few dishes. We don't let our Filipino maid do the grocery shopping; she makes the list, and then we go to the supermarket together. Sometimes, she would also come with me to clean my office. One afternoon, I left work early, and Linda was washing fruits and vegetables in the kitchen, preparing dinner.
I went into the kitchen and saw the light was off. I asked, "Why isn't the light on?" Linda said, "I can see, I don't need it." I went over and turned on the light, then stood behind Linda, quite close. Linda didn't flinch at all; instead, she turned around and smiled at me, "Boss (she always calls me 'Boss') is back?"
Anyone who's studied behavioral language knows that if she's wary of me or has a bad impression of me, she'll feel uncomfortable if I get too close and will move away. But if she doesn't move away and instead smiles at me, it means she doesn't have a bad impression of me and isn't wary of me.
"Yes, I came back to see you early!" Then I moved even closer, my genitals touching her buttocks. Linda continued washing her vegetables. I grabbed her waist, my genitals rubbing against her buttocks. She stopped washing the vegetables and quietly lay down. I used my hand to lift her skirt, touched her buttocks, and then reached forward to touch her genitals. Her buttocks started to sway.
I held Linda in my arms, kissing her ears and neck from behind, then turned her around and kissed her lips.
While I was kissing her, Linda hugged me back, our tongues swirling together. I lifted her up and sat her on the counter, pulling down her panties… That day in the kitchen, we had our first time. Because she had to pick up her child from kindergarten, we couldn't be intimate afterwards. I could see the pleasure in her expression; I could tell she liked me.
After the first time, we would have a second and a third time whenever we had the chance… At home, I would go to her room in the middle of the night, or she would come to my room when my wife wasn't there, or we could do it anywhere—in the study, living room, bathroom, anywhere. We even used shopping as an excuse to stop by the roadside and do it in the car; of course, we also went to motels. At home, she was like my mistress.
She asked me, "Do you have many girlfriends?" I honestly told her, "Yes, I do." She smiled and said, "You're a big playboy." She emphasized the word "big." I said, "Yes, otherwise why would you be with me?"
She had a friend who worked as a maid in the building behind mine. She often brought a child to my house. The child was fair-skinned and about thirty years old. It's rare to find a maid so fair-skinned, so I told Linda, "Introduce me to her; I'd like to meet her." Linda said, "Okay, I'll arrange it."
One afternoon, Linda called and told me to come home early because the friend I mentioned was coming to visit. Not long after I got home, Linda's friend (let's call her Lina) arrived. Linda introduced her, saying, "This is my boss, and this is Lina. Please come in and get to know each other."
Linda left the child Lina brought in the living room and asked Lina and me to go to Linda's room. Linda was afraid Lina would feel embarrassed, so she walked with us to the door and gestured for us to go in. After we went in, Linda closed the door. Lina and I stood behind the door, smiled at each other, and said, "Hello!" Then we started chatting.
Lina said, "Linda always says how good you are to her, and we all envy her." I said, "I've seen you, and I think you're very beautiful, just my type, which is why I asked Linda to introduce you to me." She modestly said, "I'm married and have children, unlike Linda who is so young." I said, "You both have different charms, and I like you both. Don't compare." We started kissing behind
the door. I slowly took off her clothes, kissed her breasts, touched her genitals, and pulled her to Linda's bed, where we lay down. Linda's bed was an iron bed, the kind that makes a creaking sound with the slightest movement. Before, when I was with Linda, we always put the mattress on the floor. Today, it was my first time with Lina, so I couldn't just sit on the floor!
Married women are generally less eager, although they still have physical needs. Isn't it said that thirty is like a tiger? A thirty-year-old tiger is someone who, after sleeping with you a few times and getting to know you, will always want more. But I wouldn't constantly talk about sex.
Because the iron bed was so shaky, I was careful when I was with Lina, trying not to make too much noise. Linda, who was outside, heard the rhythmic thumping of the iron bed against the wall and probably knew what was going on inside.
After we finished, Lina and I cuddled for a bit. Lina said, "I have to go back now, the master will call to check up." Lina and I left the room, and Linda smiled at us from the living room. Lina said, "I'm going back."
Linda and I saw her off at the door. I said, "Let's go out together next weekend." Lina said, "Okay!"
After Lina left, Linda asked me what I thought of Lina. I said, "You're more energetic, more proactive, and more versatile. Lina is more quiet and passive. They're both unique." After saying that, Linda kissed me, climbed on top of me, and rubbed against me, wanting me to have sex with her.
"I just had sex with your friend, and now you want it again. It's up to you. If you can get it erect, you can have sex with her; otherwise, you'll have to wait until next time," I said.
Linda sucked, licked, and held my penis in her mouth. She had a special trick: she would lick my buttocks with her tongue (like a dragon drill); while reaching behind me to touch my penis; or licking the perineum between my anus and penis; or she would get ice cubes from the refrigerator, pour a glass of warm water, and do it in a "five-fold ice and fire" way, succeeding nine times out of ten.
Linda was very proactive, even to the point that I had to lie down the whole time. She could turn her vulva around and put it on my mouth, rubbing her labia against my lips or tongue; she would also lick and suck my penis; then she would turn around and insert it, moving and moving until I ejaculated or she was satisfied.
On Sunday, we went to the North Coast as planned, from Keelung, Jinshan to Tamsui. It was a bit rainy and gloomy that day. Linda had Sunday off and left early in the morning. We agreed to meet at a certain place. After a while, I told my family I had some errands to run and wouldn't be back until dinner, so I drove off.
When we arrived at the meeting point, I noticed there was an extra person. I recognized her; she was petite, dark-skinned, had dimples, and a sweet smile. She was also a domestic helper who lived nearby. Linda said she had nowhere to go on Sunday and wanted to come with us after hearing we were going to the North Coast.
Since she had already made the invitation, how could I refuse? So I said, "Okay, let's go!" In the car, the petite woman (let's call her Eileen) said, "I heard from Linda that you were going on a trip, and I really wanted to go, but I was too shy. I've heard Linda say you're a very nice person, and Lina also says you're very nice, so I decided to come along." I guessed that Linda had arranged this.
In the car, I told Linda, "Although my car can seat five people, four would be just right for the trip. If three people sit in the back, it will be too crowded." I made this clear beforehand to avoid Linda bringing along her fellow countrymen next time, which would be impossible to refuse.
When we arrived at Keelung Chung Cheng Park, it was raining. Linda and Eileen were a couple, while Lina and I were a couple sharing an umbrella. Linda and her partner walked quickly, leaving Lina and me behind. Lina clung to me, her arm linked with mine, and I would occasionally kiss her under the umbrella. We snuggled together like a couple. I told them that Keelung used to be called the "Rainy Harbor," so the rain was normal.
Then, we headed to Jinshan, strolled around the old street, and then went to Tamsui Fisherman's Wharf. Perhaps because of the rain, there weren't many people. Actually, there's a unique charm and beauty in the rain. I never change my appointments because of rain, except for typhoons that might cause rescheduling or cancellation. After getting off the bus, it was the same again: Linda and Eileen walked far away, while Lina and I were again whispering sweet nothings under the umbrella.
By then, it was past noon, so I took them to a nearby cafe for lunch. Most of the cafes in that area were located by the river, offering river views while you ate. We ordered set meals and chatted as we ate. It turns out Linda and Eileen were from the same hometown and attended the same school in the Philippines, no wonder they were so close.
Linda said, "Eileen knew about your affair with Lina a long time ago." I said, "You told everyone?" Linda said, "I didn't tell anyone, she guessed it." "
Then, what about you and me?"
"They knew a long time ago, and even asked me if I did a good job. I said you're a playboy, the kind who loves to have fun, you're too good, you can handle several at once. I invited Eileen over, saying we should go out and have some fun, and Eileen came."
Hearing this, I knew this little devil was behind it all, and what she said was all true, leaving me speechless. But they treat me like a playboy, so am I playing them, or are they playing me? From now on, I'll call her "playgirl."
After dinner, I asked, "Where to?" Linda said, "To that motel in Linkou, the newer one." Even the motel was arranged, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go.
The drive from Tamsui to Linkou is actually quite fast, as long as there's no traffic. After crossing the Guandu Bridge, we took the Wugu Interchange to Linkou and turned into the hotel. The receptionist at the door saw that I had three women in my car, smiled somewhat strangely, and then asked, "There are four of you in total, would you like a four-person room?" I then realized that motels do have four-person rooms; they usually only have double rooms, and there's an extra charge for each additional person. A four-person room is free, and it comes with four sets of toiletries, four towels, and four bath towels,
so there's no need to call the staff. Once inside the room, the four-person room was the largest motel room I'd ever seen. There was enough space for two cars to park downstairs, and the room had two large beds. Besides all the usual motel amenities, the bathroom alone was several times larger than a typical room, and it even had a massage bed.
After we got to the room, the women seemed very excited to see such a luxurious room, chattering away in broken Filipino, pushing and shoving each other. I think they were probably discussing who should go first! I sat on the sofa and asked them to come over, and they all came over.
Lina sat to my right, and I kissed her first. Then Eileen sat to my left, and I kissed Eileen. Linda sat next to Eileen, but I couldn't reach her, so I reached over and took her hand. As I kissed them, I took off their clothes, and Linda came over to take off mine too. Soon, everyone was naked.
My penis was already painfully hard. Linda knelt in front of me and sucked on my penis. I kissed Lina on my right and Eileen on my left, feeling like an emperor on TV with his concubines serving him.
#Philippine women, if they sweat, have a strong body odor. If they haven't showered, kissing their important parts might require temporarily stopping your breathing. Three at once, I'd suffocate! So I said, "Let's go shower first." Generally
, when entering a motel, men and women will shower first to clean themselves. Some couldn't wait and started kissing right next to the car as soon as the metal door was closed.
Here's a suggestion: if you're having an affair, don't use soap, and don't go to a place that smells of sulfur.
If you get an erection while showering, you can have sex in the shower. The shower head is on, and you're having sex underneath – it's very stimulating, and women love it. But don't ejaculate. Then go to the bed.
After that, relax, eat and drink some hotel food or things you brought, watch TV, and then take a bath. If you still have time and energy, you can have sex again. Which time depends on whether you choose to have sex in the bath.

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