[Urban] Lustful Life (Full)-10-12

Chapter Eighty: An Astonishing Performance

After everyone left, Ding Ping asked what the second thing they had mentioned meant. Mary then told Ding Ping: At their school, everyone who lived in the single student apartments was someone who excelled in a particular field. These individuals received guidance from the school's most authoritative experts and could access the best and most advanced research labs for scientific research. Another important factor was that, to better enable residents to dedicate themselves to their research, they could bring a family member or another person to live there, and this person would enjoy the same treatment as other residents.

In other words, Ding Ping could invite Mary to live in the apartment, and Mary would receive the same academic treatment as Ding Ping, receiving guidance from the school's best teachers and conducting related scientific research alongside him.

After hearing this, Ding Ping understood why she had been so excited when he invited her to live there yesterday.

"Why didn't you tell me about these conditions earlier? Otherwise, I would have brought your things with me when I registered, saving me an extra trip," Ding Ping said, embracing Mary as they sat on the sofa.

Mary buried her head in Ding Ping's arms and said, "I didn't know you'd be living here on the day I registered. Even if I had known, how could I have asked to live with you beforehand?"

"Why not?" Ding Ping said. "Don't you understand my feelings?"

"Although we're together and love each other, it's only a preliminary relationship. It's not enough to live together, especially in a place like this," Mary said softly.

"We've done that, and it's only the beginning of our relationship?" Ding Ping said excitedly. "If I didn't have special feelings for you, I wouldn't have done that with you, do you understand? Don't you dare think like that again!"

Mary wrapped her arms around Ding Ping's neck and gently kissed his cheek, saying, "Now I understand your feelings, so I'm very happy and proud. I want you to believe that since you invited me to live here, I will definitely make you proud and achieve something, not inferior to the others living here." "

That's more like it." Ding Ping returned her kiss. "I don't need you to make any achievements, as long as you're happy. If you don't meet their requirements, we can always move out together."

That night, Mary was very proactive and ordered Ding Ping not to do anything, letting her do everything. Tonight, Mary wore only a white nightgown, and her full and alluring body was clearly visible under the thin fabric. Her two red nipples were clearly discernible, and without the restraint of a bra, her breasts swayed dramatically with Mary's movements.

Ding Ping tried his best to suppress himself, but he still felt the stirrings of youth; he could hear the rapid flow of blood in his veins. At that moment, the fire of youth within Ding Ping burned uncontrollably, as if possessed. They embraced each other recklessly. Throughout the entire process, Ding Ping didn't initiate anything; every step was completed under Mary's guidance, and Ding Ping felt the dazzling pleasure.

Finally, Mary slowly brought her mouth close to Ding Ping's penis, first gently licking the head with the tip of her tongue, then opening her cherry-like mouth and gently taking Ding Ping's purplish-red, glistening penis into her mouth. She licked the upper part of Ding Ping's penis with the tip of her tongue, occasionally sliding it in the groove under the head, sometimes sucking with her lips, sometimes gently biting with her teeth. Then Mary began to rock her head back and forth, moving her head up and down on Ding Ping's thick penis.

From Mary's earnest attempts to bring Ding Ping pleasure, though her movements were somewhat clumsy, Ding Ping realized she had fallen deeply in love with him—a love so passionate, so pure, so unwavering. Ding Ping's heart, too, gradually burned with desire for her love.

"Let's try a different position," Ding Ping said, and then he showed Mary how.

Following Ding Ping's instructions, Mary gently wrapped her arms around his neck, first placing her right leg on his left hip. Ding Ping used his left hand to stabilize Mary's right leg, and his right hand to reach behind Mary and support her buttocks. Mary then lifted her left leg, passing it under Ding Ping's right armpit and extending it behind him, hooking her toes together. Ding Ping's arms then wrapped around Mary's armpits, lifting her at the lowest point of her full buttocks, so Mary was firmly attached to him. Ding Ping's thighs bore their weight without him feeling any strain.

Ding Ping looked down, and in the bright light, he could clearly see his penis sticking out, proudly erect and pointing forward, its veins bulging. The tip of his penis was already hidden inside Mary's vagina, while the fleshy groove behind it was still half-exposed at the entrance of Mary's vagina. Mary's legs were spread wide apart, and all the tender flesh of her vulva was clearly protruding forward. The pink petals were spread open by Ding Ping's penis, turned to both sides, and her small lips tightly enveloped Ding Ping's penis, like a greedy mouth sucking for nutrients. Because they were covered with the fluids constantly secreted from Mary's vagina, Ding Ping's penis and Mary's small lips faintly shimmered in the bright light.

Ding Ping looked up and noticed that Mary was also secretly and absentmindedly watching the lewd scene. Sensing Ding Ping's gaze, she said to him, "Doing it this way, your thing goes very deep inside me, you must be gentle."

Ding Ping gently whispered in Mary's ear, "Okay, I will be gentle and slow!" Ding Ping used both arms and lower back to pull his and Mary's bodies together as slowly as possible. Finally, the latter half of Ding Ping's penis silently slid into Mary's body. Their genitals pressed tightly together, making a soft "hissing" friction sound.

Mary raised her head, straightened her upper body, rested her head on Ding Ping's left shoulder, gently blew a breath into Ding Ping's ear, then shyly closed her eyes, tightened her arms around Ding Ping's neck, and completely collapsed onto Ding Ping, letting him thrust into her.

By this time, Ding Ping was burning with desire and wanted to thrust into Mary as he always did. But then he thought, good things should be savored slowly. He needed to be gentle today, since it was Mary's first time making love in this position, and he didn't want to hurt her.

Hearing Ding Ping's words, Mary also felt his gentleness in his actions. She was deeply moved; she felt that Ding Ping's tenderness and consideration at this moment was worthwhile. About ten minutes later, Ding Ping felt a little tired, so he took a half-step forward, letting Mary's back rest against the wall behind her. Ding Ping followed, thrusting his hips forward, pushing his penis and pubic area forward, pressing them firmly against Mary's tender flesh.

Mary's legs were intertwined behind Ding Ping, her upper body was pressed against him, her buttocks were firmly held by him, and her vulva was completely filled by Ding Ping's penis, leaving her unable to move at all.

Ding Ping pushed off the ground with both feet, using his groin as the apex, and used his thick, hard penis to "nail" Mary straight to the wall. Without any other extra movements, Ding Ping pushed off the ground and leaned forward, burying the very tip of his body deep inside Mary. Because Mary's vulva was under extreme pressure, Ding Ping felt his penis, even after being fully erect, still expanding and lengthening, wantonly devouring Mary's warm and lubricated flower path.

Suddenly, Ding Ping felt as if his penis had encountered an obstacle, blocked by something soft and hot. Ding Ping guessed that it might be Mary's cervix. He imagined how his penis would bravely rush forward and push against the resistance until the cervix was pushed out of its original position and into the uterine cavity, causing the uterus to sway back and forth in the pelvis. The image in Ding Ping's mind further aroused his courage to thrust forward. While panting heavily, Ding Ping continued to push with his feet, straightening his legs, and his penis pressed firmly against Mary's vulva, pushing the petals of Mary's vulva completely inside.

Under Ding Ping's powerful thrust, Mary's petals and lips were forced inward, tightly gripping the base of Ding Ping's penis from both sides. At this moment, the boiling blood in Ding Ping's body continued to surge towards his penis, the hot blood rushing over the obstruction at the base of his penis to reach the front half of his penis, where it accumulated, swelled, and filled every inch of space deep within Mary's vaginal canal. But it was still swelling, still lengthening, the passionate blood still filling his penis. Every second, Ding Ping's penis expanded inside Mary's body. Ding Ping could feel that the skin of his penis had expanded to its limit, and his penis felt an unprecedented, slight pain, like being gently cut by a small knife. Ding Ping endured the pain, because he knew that after the initial pain came complete pleasure.

Mary clung to Ding Ping's shoulders, breathing heavily, and said, "Mmm, mmm... it's so swollen, so uncomfortable, oh... it's getting swollen more and more, I can feel your penis throbbing inside me, like a hammer hitting me again and again."

Ding Ping pressed against Mary, his hands holding her buttocks, supporting her body, making his penis, through Mary's pubic hair, swirl fiercely around Mary's vulva, turning left and then right. A soft, sizzling sound could be heard from Ding Ping and Mary's tightly pressed vulvas. Suddenly, Mary let out a high-pitched cry: "Oh...! I'm going to lose it..."

At the same time, Ding Ping felt a tingling, itchy sensation on his penis, growing stronger and itchier, as if his penis was being brushed up and down by a small brush. Instantly, all the muscles in Ding Ping's body stiffened. Ding Ping swayed his body from side to side, rubbing his penis hard against Mary's exposed petals and the small protrusions on her clitoris. The intense stimulation had long since rendered Mary unable to make a sound; her cries were stuck in her throat.

The stimulation from her lower body spread through Mary's entire body like an electric current, causing every muscle in her body to involuntarily twitch and spasm. With a series of "Oh...oh...uh...!" squeezed out of Mary's throat, her heels, intertwined behind Ding Ping, continuously pounded against his lower back.

The tingling sensation on Ding Ping's penis was rising rapidly; the muscles in his lower body had already contracted into a ball, and his testicles were throbbing. It was coming! It was about to come! Ding Ping sensed that ejaculation was imminent. A tingling sensation spread from his penis to his lower abdomen and ribs. Ding Ping's penis struggled one last time inside Mary's body, then contracted powerfully, then released, then contracted even more forcefully. A surge of hot semen rushed out, striking Mary's vaginal canal directly. Then came the second, the third...

Ding Ping used his last strength to deliver a few final thrusts to Mary's body. After several ejaculations, he stopped completely. Ding Ping broke his own record of never reaching the peak of pleasure with a woman. With Mary's efforts, he reached the final destination of pleasure.

Afterwards, Ding Ping, embracing Mary who had also reached her climax, said, "As long as we're together, I feel happy. Don't do anything foolish you wouldn't normally do."

"I know the last two times you didn't reach your climax with me, while I always did. If I don't let you have it too, how can I still be your woman?" Mary said. "It's just that I'm not very good at it yet. I'll learn slowly in the future."

Ding Ping didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected that his short official visit to the U country would lead him to meet such a devoted and beautiful girl.

From then on, Ding Ping resumed his normal student life, taking Mary to classes every day with teachers specially assigned to people like him. Ding Ping didn't feel anything special, but Mary was different. A few days later, Mary excitedly told Ding Ping, "It's really different here. Many things I couldn't access or understand before, I've figured out in these few days, and it's broadened my horizons." "

Oh? Congratulations then," Ding Ping said, happy for Mary.

"I sense you're not in a very high mood, why is that?" Mary, though sensing Ding Ping's genuine happiness for her, also noticed his so-so mood.

"I don't know if my thinking is right, I just feel like I haven't learned anything new these past few days. I already encountered what Professor Sam talked about a year ago," Ding Ping said.

Before Ding Ping went abroad, to gain the trust of the U.S. country, the National Information Security Center devised a plan for him: during his studies and research, he could reveal some advanced computer technologies, including data that Ding Ping and Liu Xinhua had downloaded from a certain country during the last cyberwar. However, a certain degree of restraint was required. This restraint meant proposing a design scheme that could enable a computer to achieve a computing capacity of twenty quadrillion operations per second, based on the U.S. country's supercomputer capable of performing one quadrillion operations per second.

The U.S. country might already be able to build computers with a computing capacity of twenty quadrillion operations per second, possibly far exceeding that number, but China had only announced a supercomputer with a computing capacity of one quadrillion operations per second; twenty quadrillion operations per second was already the limit of Chinese technology. Furthermore, with Ding Ping's proposal, the U.S. country could also discover China's research direction.

This way, Ding Ping could gain the other party's trust and participate in their research on the most advanced computers, thereby learning more advanced theoretical technologies and grasping the research direction of supercomputers. That's why Ding Ping behaved this way in front of Mary. As soon as

Ding Ping said this, Mary looked incredulous: "Your research level is that high? What we've been learning these past few days is our country's most advanced secret technology, which is forbidden to be revealed to the outside world."

"I'm telling the truth," Ding Ping said confidently to Mary. "The technology I've mastered is a level higher than what I'm learning now, which is why I feel it's a waste of time."

Mary was even more shocked: "You're not lying to me, are you? In that case, you shouldn't be studying here, but conducting research elsewhere. That way, you can fully utilize your talents. I'll apply for it for you."

"Don't do that," Ding Ping stopped Mary, saying, "I've only just come to your country to study, and due to the differences in the understanding of China and your country, there are many misunderstandings. Applying now might cause misunderstandings. Let's wait until I've achieved something before we talk about it."

Mary thought carefully about what Ding Ping said and nodded, saying, "What you said is true. Okay, I'll listen to you, but won't that waste a lot of your time?"

"It's okay, I can conduct my own research. It won't delay anything," Ding Ping said.

"I'm so lucky to have met you. Otherwise, I'd still be sitting there, ignorant and arrogant, burying myself and achieving nothing," Mary said sincerely, hugging Ding Ping.

“Even if you hadn’t met me, you would have achieved something. There’s an old Chinese saying that gold always shines, no matter where it is,” Ding Ping said to Mary. “I believe you are a piece of gold; you just haven’t been discovered yet.”

“You’re overestimating me,” Mary said modestly in front of Ding Ping, then added, “But if I had a good teacher and a good environment, I could definitely achieve great things.”

From their conversation, Ding Ping realized that Mary wasn’t sent by the U.S. to lure him, and that her appearance might have surprised the relevant U.S. personnel.

The following Wednesday morning, during class, Ding Ping shared his insights based on Professor Sam’s account, surprising the professor. Ding Ping discussed the current problems facing computer chip development, its future direction, the architecture of supercomputers, server setup, node combination and arrangement, etc. Ding Ping overturned all the professor’s current methods, yet his views sounded remarkably reasonable.

In the afternoon, Professor Sam took Ding Ping to a place where several people asked him about the future direction of computer development and how breakthroughs could be achieved. They also inquired about the principles behind supercomputers and how much their performance could be improved if set up according to those principles.

Ding Ping spoke eloquently, concluding by saying, "If we could use the best chips your country currently has, I could double the computing power of your existing supercomputers, reaching over 20-30 quadrillion calculations per second."

Chapter 81 Mary's Award

Ding Ping 's words left Professor Sam, who had brought him, speechless. According to the data he currently possessed, the highest computing power of supercomputers in the U.S. only reached one quadrillion calculations per second. Ding Ping, whose computer technology wasn't particularly cutting-edge, dared to claim he could more than double the computing power. Could he do it?

"Definitely!" Professor Sam surprisingly concluded. Sure enough, after hearing Ding Ping's explanation, the others nodded and said to him, "We're planning to invite you to the Computer Research Institute to conduct research. You can learn and research simultaneously. Would you be willing?"

Professor Sam was thrilled: If it were me, I would immediately agree. That was the highest level of the IT industry, the ultimate aspiration for IT professionals in the U.S.

Ding Ping replied, "I can go, but I need to bring an assistant."

"Your assistant? Who is it? We've never heard of them?" The others were stunned; they couldn't answer that question.

“It’s Mary, whom I met after I came here. She’s a sophomore at the University of Copenhagen. Professor Sam knows her,” Ding Ping answered their questions.

Professor Sam then introduced Mary’s background, concluding, “She’s a student with great potential. What’s remarkable is that Mary was only fourteen when she was admitted to our school; she’s currently our youngest student.”

The group whispered among themselves, “If that’s the case, we can agree to your request. When can you come?”

“Whenever you need us,” Ding Ping replied readily, seeing that they had agreed to his conditions.

“Go back and prepare. We’ll send someone to pick you up from your school tomorrow.”

Mary returned shortly after arriving at her lodgings. Ding Ping was a little surprised: “Weren’t you in class? Why are you back?”

“Professor Sam told me to come back,” Mary said. “Are you still trying to hide something from me?”

“What am I trying to hide from you?” Ding Ping was confused.

“The matter of going to the research institute,” Mary couldn’t help but say.

Ding Ping suddenly realized, "This? We just decided on it, I haven't even had a chance to tell you yet. How could I hide it from you when I asked you to come with me?"

Mary hugged Ding Ping tightly, showering him with kisses on the face until he could barely breathe. She then released him, excitedly saying, "Professor Sam already told me! He's the one who asked me to come back early. He told me everything! I don't know how to thank you enough!

" Ding Ping hugged her back, "It's nothing. I asked you to come with me because you have the talent and can take care of me. You don't have any objections, do you?"

"We've only been together for a little over ten days, but the surprises you've given me are the kind of joys I'd only experience in a decade. I'm truly grateful to you!" Mary whispered in Ding Ping's ear after the passion subsided.

"We're so in love now, why say such things?" Ding Ping caressed her.

"Ding Ping, kiss me! I just want to be with you right now; only then can I express the feelings in my heart." Ding

Ping knew Mary's feelings were genuine, so he didn't stand on ceremony. He first took off all her clothes, and the two lay down on the bed together. Ding Ping's hand reached out and caressed Mary's breasts. Mary's breasts didn't look like those of a girl who was still developing; instead, they were higher and fuller than those of an average young woman, with the outline of her pink cherries so prominent.

"Maybe all the women here have the same breasts, bigger than Chinese women's?" "Because Mary was the first U.S. girl Ding Ping had ever met, he didn't know much about them, hence this explanation for Mary's astonishingly large and erect breasts.

Mary lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, allowing Ding Ping's hands easier to move over her body. After his hands moved over Mary's chest for a while, making her breathing quicken, he began to attack her thighs. He opened his palms and grasped her plump legs, stroking them up and down. Slowly, he moved between her legs and gently touched her labia with his thumb. This action immediately turned Mary's gasps into moans.

Mary's reaction further stimulated Ding Ping. He reached out one hand to her bulging, round mounds, caressing her soft and supple pubic hair, while using his other hand..." Her fingers teased her petals, causing Mary to writhe and pant, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Without asking Ding Ping, Mary leaned closer. Ding Ping had his hands pressed tightly against her inner thighs, so as she leaned in, his hands naturally rested on her soft pubic hair. Mary then lightly touched Ding Ping's penis with her fingers, causing it to jerk upwards, sending a jolt through his body. She then gently stroked the head of his penis, sending a jolt through Ding Ping's body, making him breathe rapidly as if he'd been electrocuted.

Mary listened to Ding Ping's panting, her fingertips gently tracing the back and forth of his penis. This slight contact made Ding Ping tremble involuntarily; he could clearly hear his heart pounding. The sound of her breasts throbbing. Although this was the ultimate pleasure, Ding Ping also longed to caress Mary's body.

So Ding Ping moved closer to Mary and cupped one of her breasts in his hand. Mary's breast was warm, her skin smooth, and it felt like velvet or silk to the touch. Ding Ping carefully stroked her breast and gently kneaded it. When his fingers touched the nipple, he gently rubbed the pink cherry with his fingertips.

Mary grasped Ding Ping's penis and rubbed it up and down, while she let out a happy moan. Ding Ping reached his other hand to her thighs, searching for the two dew-covered petals. Mary cooperated with Ding Ping's caresses, opening her legs. Ding Ping continued to caress her two breasts with his other hand. Mary leaned against Ding Ping's chest, licking his breasts, chin, and neck with her tongue. Finally, she began to kiss his breasts passionately, and Ding Ping responded fervently, gently caressing her petals. The feeling was like being in heaven. Mary

explored further downwards, licking Ding Ping's chest and inserting her tongue into his navel. Throughout this, she kept one hand on Ding Ping's penis, stroking it up and down, while the other hand gently rubbed his testicles. Finally, her head reached Ding Ping's lower abdomen, so that his penis touched her cheek. Then she turned her head and touched it with her tongue, licking the entire shaft of his penis back and forth.

Mary looked up into Ding Ping's eyes and said, "Lie down on your back." Ding

Ping did as she instructed. Then, he felt her warm, wet tongue licking his scrotum, lightly patting his testicles, licking every corner of his scrotum. At the same time, her small hands gripped his penis and began to thrust repeatedly, faster and tighter, giving Ding Ping an unprecedented numbing sensation. He knew he was about to ejaculate. Ding Ping

raised his lower back, signaling to her that he was about to ejaculate. Mary, as if she didn't see this, continued to use her tongue to tease Ding Ping's scrotum, assisting his testicles, which were full of semen, in positioning for ejaculation. Ding Ping's penis throbbed abnormally... As she moved, Mary took Ding Ping's penis into her mouth and stroked it up and down repeatedly. Soon, Ding Ping's semen gushed out like a hot spring. Mary didn't stop; instead, she worked even harder to make Ding Ping's semen spray into her mouth in spurts.

Seeing Ding Ping reach his climax, Mary sat up, leaning towards him, letting him reach out and grasp her breasts. She also had him rest between her legs. Ding Ping thought, "Now it's my turn to repay you." Then he parted her labia with his hands, caressing the inner edge of her petals. Sweet juice seeped from Mary's pink vulva, wetting her petals.

Ding Ping stood very close, close enough that he could clearly count the number of golden pubic hairs along the edge of her vulva. He parted Mary's labia again, extended his tongue, and began licking the inner walls of her vulva, his tongue scraping against the sensitive bumps on her mounds.

"Oh..." Mary let out a pleasurable moan. After teasing her vulva for a while, Ding Ping's tongue moved upwards, gliding lightly over her lower abdomen, past her navel, and then to her full breasts. Following the beautiful curve of Mary's breasts, he licked down to her nipples, gently caressing them with his lips and lightly touching them with the tip of his tongue, then sucking and biting the tender red cherries.

Ding Ping's tongue traversed Mary's snow-white breasts, moving back and forth between her nipples, while his hands roamed around her vulva, caressing her soft pubic hair, and sucking on her nipples. Ding Ping moved his hand to her cleft, pinching the small protrusion between her labia with two fingers, gently kneading it. Ding Ping could feel Mary's thighs twitching, her face flushed, and her body twisting uncontrollably as Ding Ping pinned her down.

Mary began to moan, then screamed, her whole body convulsing: "Ding Ping, I'm coming... I can't take it anymore..." she whispered in Ding Ping's ear.

Ding Ping quickened the pace of his fingers inside Mary's flower path, her body convulsing violently, then she moaned loudly, finally collapsing, her eyes tightly closed—Mary's orgasm had arrived.

Ding Ping and Mary lay quietly on the bed, not saying a word, enjoying the tranquility after the climax. Then, Mary turned her head to look at Ding Ping's genitals and said, "Ding Ping... do you know... your body is very sexy, very masculine."

Ding Ping didn't speak, just lay there quietly watching Mary. Looking at Mary's engorged breasts and her tightly closed petals glistening with nectar, Ding Ping's penis involuntarily began to harden again. Mary noticed Ding Ping's change. She didn't speak, but simply came over and grasped his penis, moving it up and down until it returned to its erection. Then she spread her legs, straddled Ding Ping, and guided his penis to her slightly parted vulva.

Ding Ping watched Mary hold his penis, letting the thick head rub between her labia. The secret fluid seeping from her vagina moistened his penis. Mary slowly lowered her waist, stretching her labia open as she held Ding Ping's penis.

Mary bent down, gently slapping Ding Ping's cheeks with her full breasts. Through the gap between her breasts, Ding Ping watched his swollen penis gradually disappear into Mary's vulva, watching her slowly sway her plump buttocks up and down, letting her moist spring wet his penis, again and again allowing his penis to slowly penetrate her vaginal canal. Finally, Ding Ping felt his penis completely enveloped by her warm, wet vaginal canal.

Ding Ping could feel his hard penis pressing against Mary's belly. Mary looked down at their joined bodies, carefully swaying her thighs, moving them up and down to encircle Ding Ping's penis, causing the large bed to shake violently.

Mary could feel Ding Ping's penis opening the depths of her vaginal canal, while the folds of her petals tightly wrapped around his penis. Her two petals opened and closed violently during the thrusting, swallowing and releasing Ding Ping's penis. Mary's bodily fluids seeped from their joined bodies, sliding down the edge of Ding Ping's penis, wetting both of their genitals.

As Ding Ping's penis pressed hard against Mary's petals, she groaned loudly. Her petals gripped Ding Ping's penis tightly, convulsing violently. Ding Ping knew she was close to orgasm, so he gripped her thighs, trying to lift her plump buttocks. Then, using the gap created by her raised buttocks, he thrust his penis upwards forcefully, making a "slap, slap" sound as he repeatedly struck Mary's cervix deep inside.

Under the intense stimulation of pleasure, Mary couldn't help but let out beautiful moans. The love juice in her peach blossom cave increased, allowing Ding Ping's penis to enter and exit more smoothly. The familiar trembling of the inner walls of Mary's honeyed flower path reappeared, contracting incessantly like a small mouth, gripping Ding Ping's penis with immense comfort. Under Ding Ping's series of fierce thrusts, Mary let out a soul-stirring moan. The walls of her vagina contracted violently, gripping Ding Ping's penis almost immobile. Then, a gush of scalding love fluid gushed from deep within Mary's body, making Ding Ping's penis feel both hot and numb. Ding Ping knew Mary had reached her climax. His large penis, deeply inserted inside her, felt as if it were being gripped tightly by hands wearing velvet gloves. Ding Ping and Mary

sat calmly on the bed, embracing each other. Ding Ping kept his penis deeply inserted inside Mary, letting her body enjoy the afterglow of her climax. Her contracting petals seemed to still be sucking on Ding Ping's penis.

Mary sat on Ding Ping's penis like this, kissing each other. Finally, Mary let Ding Ping leave her body and carefully lay back in her original position. Both of their legs were covered in her love fluid.

She stepped down to the floor, spread her legs towards Ding Ping, and then used her fingers to pry open her labia. Mary's essence gushed from her vulva, dripping onto the floor. "This is the only thing that can get you burning," Mary said.

Chapter 82 Mary's Request

Mary turned and gazed at Ding Ping's still erect penis. She climbed onto the bed and between Ding Ping's legs, his erect penis pointing at her nose. While Ding Ping was still lying down, she slowly took his penis back into her mouth.

Ding Ping could feel Mary's hands caressing his scrotum, playing with his testicles. She lowered her head as much as possible, taking his entire penis into her mouth. Ding Ping could even feel the head of his penis pressing against her throat. Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue encircling the shaft, licking and teasing his penis, then repeatedly thrusting it into her throat.

Ding Ping held her head in his hands, looking at her beautiful face, while Mary gazed back at him tenderly, her bright red lips encircling the base of his penis, sucking it with all her might. "Cum, cum in my mouth!" Although Mary couldn't utter a word while sucking his massive penis, Ding Ping could understand her thoughts from her hazy eyes.

Unable to resist the friction of Mary's hot tongue against the head of his penis, and with Mary's full-force sucking, and as Ding Ping and Mary gazed at each other, Ding Ping felt Mary's deep affection. His heart was melting, and so, his penis throbbed violently in Mary's mouth, and Ding Ping's semen spurted out once more, his penis, deep inside Mary's throat, erupting wildly, the scalding semen pouring into her throat.

After calming down, Mary and Ding Ping nestled together. Ding Ping stroked her face and said, "Were you too engrossed just now? You've only lived with me for half a month, right? Where did you learn all these tricks? You don't need to do this anymore. As long as we're together, I feel happy!"

"When I was with you, I didn't know anything, so I secretly bought books about this and learned from them. You bring me so much joy, happiness, and luck. It's only right that I do anything for you," Mary said to Ding Ping with a face full of happiness and heartfelt emotion.

Ding Ping didn't say anything more, only moved by Mary's deep affection for him.

“There’s something else I haven’t told you,” Mary said to Ding Ping.

“What is it?”

“Karen, Lucy, and Shirley also want to be friends with you and asked me about our time together. I’ve told them everything. Do you want to be friends with them?”

“We’re already good friends. What’s there to say?” Ding Ping said, somewhat puzzled. “And I welcome them to visit us anytime.”

“The three of them were my best friends in high school. We only saw each other less after I came here for university. Last time, after reading your paper, I wanted to see you. I might not have been able to meet you if it weren’t for them. Karen is a freshman in high school, Lucy is a sophomore, and Shirley is graduating this year. She’s also planning to apply to our school, but she’s worried that her grades aren’t good enough to get into the University of Copenhagen. After hearing about your situation, she thinks you might have a significant influence on the school, so she wants you to help her out.” Mary explained the reason.

“During my interactions with them, I felt they were all talented individuals. With hard work, they would definitely be admitted to this school. If I can help, I certainly will,” Ding Ping said. He knew that if he made some requests, as long as they weren't too unreasonable, the U.S. would agree. Besides, Shirley's request for Ding Ping's help through Mary was also a reason for her to get close to him, so as not to arouse his suspicion. Whether Ding Ping helped or not, she was certain to be admitted to the University of Copenhagen. Therefore, he dared to agree, and at the same time, he was doing Mary a favor.

Mary happily gave Ding Ping a kiss to express her gratitude.

The next day, the Computer Research Institute came to pick up Ding Ping and Mary. In the car, Mary was too excited to speak. Those who could enter the research institute were all top experts or people with outstanding contributions. For a fifteen-year-old freshman like Mary, who had only been studying at university for half a year, to want to enter such a place was simply a pipe dream.

Ding Ping and Mary met the dean, who first welcomed them and said to Mary, "I know you are a top student, admitted directly to the University of Copenhagen at the age of fifteen from your first year of high school. We believe you can cooperate well with Ding Ping's work and contribute to our research."

"Dean," Mary replied, "Mary is an outstanding person, but she hasn't yet been exposed to cutting-edge knowledge. She can learn a lot here and continuously improve herself. I think that in two or three years, Mary will become a top scientific talent."

The dean repeatedly expressed his belief and gave them some advice before Ding Ping and Mary took their leave.

The research institute provided Ding Ping with a separate research room and, in addition to Mary, several assistants to help him with his work. If Ding Ping had any needs, these two would contact the research institute and handle them.

Since the university wasn't far away, Ding Ping still lived in the university's student dormitory. The research institute provided him with a car, but since Ding Ping had never learned to drive, Mary served as his driver.

On Ding Ping's first Sunday at the research institute, Mary's three girlfriends, Karen, Lucy, and Shirley, came to congratulate them. Their eyes were filled with admiration and even a hint of affection as they looked at Ding Ping, especially Shirley, whose gaze burned with passion.

Ding Ping and the four of them drank fifteen-year-old whiskey that Shirley had brought from home. Ding Ping and Mary only had a little, but Shirley and the other two each drank more than half a jin (250ml), eventually becoming so drunk they couldn't walk and fell asleep on Ding Ping's large bed.

Looking at the three unconscious women, Mary smiled helplessly at Ding Ping: "We usually can't drink, but today they stole some from home, and they were in such a good mood that they drank too much."

"You don't need to explain," Ding Ping comforted Mary. "I understand them. In China, many people our age drink a lot. Besides, they were just happy for us."

After cleaning the house, they went to the bathroom to shower together. At first, Ding Ping was worried about Shirley and the other two who were asleep in bed, but Mary said they were all drunk and told Ding Ping not to worry, suggesting they shower together and rub each other's backs.

However, things developed beyond Mary's control. As they showered, Mary's desire flared up. Although Ding Ping hadn't consciously used the internal energy of the Flower School, he had reached the highest level of the skill. Every gesture and movement could bring women extraordinary pleasure, especially when he was washing Mary with his hands. Mary moaned, and her lower body became increasingly wet. Finally, Mary hugged Ding Ping, tightly gripping his erect, hot penis.

Ding Ping was also in high spirits. His hands moved over Mary's body, feeling her skin was incredibly smooth, delicate, and soft, like cream, and slightly sweaty. Ding Ping's tongue began on Mary's cheek, tracing the curves of her body, kissing her way down to her long, lovely left leg, then up her other leg to the lush bush of hair in her pubic area. It lingered there for a moment, then licked and caressed her flat, warm belly, her firm, swollen nipples, and her smooth, slender neck.

As Ding Ping kissed Mary, she couldn't help but wrap her arms around her chest, pressing her increasingly hard and swollen breasts. When Ding Ping returned to her face, her jade-like lips searched for his, finally finding them and kissing him tightly. At the same time, Mary's trembling, beautiful body began to rub against Ding Ping's powerful frame, her hands tightly gripping his head and neck, her full breasts making intimate contact with his chest. Ding Ping could feel Mary's thighs, pressed tightly against his, also taut.

Ding Ping bent down and picked up Mary's naked body. Mary half-opened her alluring eyes, giving Ding Ping a shy glance, but said nothing. Ding Ping carried her into the large bathtub that was already filled with water.

Ding Ping and Mary lay side by side in the bathtub, their naked bodies touching in the water, creating a novel and exciting feeling. Mary's large, beautiful breasts swayed in the water, her two rosy nipples appearing and disappearing with the rise and fall of the surface. Through the ripples, Ding Ping could see the abundant pubic hair between Mary's legs floating like seaweed on the bottom, seemingly displaying its vigorous vitality.

Ding Ping's hands climbed from the bottom of the water to Mary's high, firm breasts, his fingers gently pinching and kneading her nipples. Mary moaned softly, her eyes appearing hazy and unfocused in the steamy space, but her tender little hands clearly reached between Ding Ping's legs, gently caressing his penis.

Several colorful spotlights on the bathroom walls tinted the steam with vibrant hues, creating a slightly surreal, dreamlike atmosphere. The entire space was filled with a warm and romantic ambiance. In the warm water, the sense of touch seemed particularly sensitive. Mary's caresses gave Ding Ping an unprecedented stimulation; his penis grew even larger in the water, its red head protruding above the surface, as if defying Mary.

Mary giggled and gently grasped Ding Ping's penis, saying playfully, "See if you can be naughty again!" She teasingly pressed the head of Ding Ping's penis back into the water with her fingers, then released it, causing it to spring back up and sway gently with the ripples.

Ding Ping reached down to Mary's genitals, parting the lush pubic hair on her slightly protruding mound. Following the thin labia of Mary's vulva, his fingers slipped into the crevice between them, his middle finger slowly sliding inside. Mary let out a soft "Mmm..." and arched her back, her legs clamping tightly together, gripping Ding Ping's hand. Ding Ping waited there for a moment without moving. Mary slowly straightened up, her legs gradually opening, and whispered in his ear, "Gently, don't dig too hard." Ding Ping's hand gently caressed, rubbed, kneaded, and teased Mary's delicate, rosy petals. Mary wriggled coquettishly, trying to avoid Ding Ping's advances, but her small hands held onto his penis tightly. For a moment, water splashed everywhere in the bathtub, an atmosphere of boundless spring.

After a while, Ding Ping and Mary stopped their playful antics. Ding Ping held out his fingers to Mary, his fingers sticky with Mary's bodily fluids.

"Look, you're all wet inside," Ding Ping said with a laugh. "Do you want Ding Ping to love you?"

Mary closed her eyes shyly, her cheeks flushed, and said in a coquettish voice, "You're bad, you're so bad!"

Ding Ping laughed heartily, lifted Mary's left leg and placed it on his waist, turning sideways to hold Mary's buttocks and bring them closer to him. His chest pressed against Mary's full, wet, tender breasts, and with the lubrication of the water, he thrust his hips forward, his penis plunging straight into Mary's already overflowing petals.

Making love in the water was a different kind of sensation. With the in-and-out movement of Ding Ping's penis, Mary's petals were stretched wide open, and the hot water in the bathtub rushed in with Ding Ping's penis, then was pushed deeper into her flower path by Ding Ping's penis. Mary was made to moan continuously by this warm and strange stimulation, and the inner walls of her flower path trembled in waves, tightly gripping Ding Ping's penis and spasming uncontrollably.

Ding Ping felt an unprecedented stimulation. The hot water, combined with the fluids from Mary's vagina, made his thrusts very smooth. His penis felt an extraordinary pleasure, tightly enveloped by the narrow walls of Mary's vagina. Mary's moans were lingering and tender, her hips heaving as she welcomed Ding Ping's penis, her face filled with a dazed expression, her bright eyes watery and seductive. The intense pleasure made Mary unable to resist biting Ding Ping's shoulder, causing him a sharp pain and making him cry out. Ding Ping retaliated by attacking Mary's body even faster, his thick penis like a python, penetrating Mary's tender vagina again and again in the water, splashing water everywhere in the bathtub.

After a while of side-lying lovemaking, Ding Ping felt he wasn't quite satisfied, so he lifted Mary's body, making her kneel on his lower abdomen, and changed to a woman-on-top position. This felt much more comfortable. Mary's hands rested on either side of the bathtub, and watching her furrowed brows and clenched teeth, a mixture of endurance and unbearable stimulation, made Ding Ping feel even more at ease. With Mary's movements, the pubic hair on her lower body floated like seaweed, sometimes drifting on the water's surface, sometimes clinging to the edges of her petals in the air. Water splashed in the bathtub, and in the misty air, everything seemed like a fairyland.

"Ah...ah..." Mary finally let out a rapid moan of pleasure, her voice growing louder and louder, completely forgetting that there was another person sleeping in the room.

Mary twisted her waist, moving up and down in the water, completely immersed in the pleasure of sex. Ding Ping's penis was enveloped by her burning flower path, growing harder and harder deep inside Mary, giving her even greater thrusts. Ding Ping felt Mary's flower path twitch slightly as she moaned and moved.

Ding Ping, holding Mary's waist, stood up from the water onto the bathroom floor. Mary, as if afraid of being separated from Ding Ping, pressed herself forward tightly, bringing her lower body even closer to his. Ding Ping, responding to Mary's ecstatic state, thrust forcefully at his maximum speed.

Mary's body limply pressed against Ding Ping's, his hands firmly supporting her buttocks as he continued his rapid, forceful thrusts. Ding Ping felt the spasms deep within Mary's vagina, as if sucking at his penis like a suction cup; he knew Mary had reached her climax.

After a while, Mary's soft, boneless body slumped against Ding Ping. Mary was still immersed in the sexual frenzy Ding Ping had just given her, and remained silent. Ding Ping gently washed Mary's body, still ravaged by sex, while Mary completely relaxed, letting Ding Ping wash her while freely caressing her body, emitting soft moans of pleasure.

Just then, a scream came from the bathroom doorway.

Chapter 83: Three More Girlfriends

Ding Ping and Mary looked towards the bathroom door. There stood Shirley, staring at them in astonishment.

Then it was Mary's turn to scream. She hurriedly jumped back into the bathtub and called to Ding Ping, "What are you still standing there for?"

Ding Ping, embarrassed, wrapped himself in a towel, smiled at Shirley, and left the bathroom.

After Ding Ping left, Shirley came in and said to Mary, who was lying in the bathtub, "Mary, get up. Isn't the water getting cold?"

Mary blushed and stood up, quickly dried herself, put on her pajamas, and said, "What are you doing here? Why were you staring at us at the door? It's so embarrassing."

"I came to pee," Shirley said. "I drank too much and woke up because I needed to pee. I got up groggily and didn't see you two until I got closer. I wasn't fully awake yet and thought I was in my own home. I was surprised to see two people in my house, so I screamed. Then I saw you and I was fully awake."

"I see," Mary understood what had happened, but she was still a little embarrassed, her face flushed. "Don't tell Lucy and Karen about this."

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell them.” Shirley, seeing Mary’s disheveled appearance and knowing that Ding Ping was still her first boyfriend and she was still shy, said, “Actually, they heard you two a long time ago. When I got up, they whispered something to me, but I was still half asleep and didn’t hear clearly. Now that I think about it, they must have told me that you two were having sex in the bathroom.”

“That’s so embarrassing!” Mary became even more anxious.

“Look how anxious you are. What’s the big deal? They and I already have several boyfriends, and sometimes we even hang out together.”

“Ah…” Hearing this, Mary’s mouth dropped open, looking at Shirley in disbelief: “I know they have boyfriends, but how could you two hang out together?”

“You only know how to study all day. This kind of thing happens all the time. Most girls have done this, you just don’t know it.” Shirley said, “Lucy, Karen, and I all have feelings for Ding Ping, but we’re too shy to confess to him because he’s your first boyfriend and you’re very serious about things. If it were anyone else, we would have already taken Ding Ping away.”

“I know you’re my good friends,” Mary said.

"How's Ding Ping?" Shirley asked. "I accidentally saw how big his thing was just now. It must have felt really good to you, right?"

"Why are you asking such a question?" Mary said. "

It's so embarrassing." "What's wrong with that? We often exchange experiences. That's how we learn. The more we learn, the better we'll know how to make a man feel better."

Mary's interest was piqued. What she lacked was experience; she didn't know how to make Ding Ping experience greater pleasure.

"Ding Ping always makes me feel really good. Sometimes it feels like I'm in heaven. It takes me a long time to recover afterwards," Mary said. "But I'm not very good at it. Sometimes I can't even get him to ejaculate."

"Is that so? How long do you two last each time?" Shirley was a little surprised. They had never met a man who could make them orgasm without them ejaculating. Wasn't Ding Ping incredibly skilled?

“I don’t know how long it lasted. I only remember one time we barely slept all night, and he made me feel like I was dying many times. I don’t remember it very clearly now, but he never ejaculated,” Mary said. “So I don’t know what to do.”

Sherry was increasingly surprised. From what Mary said, Ding Ping was even more amazing than she had imagined. What would it feel like if she were with him? Would she also have that feeling of ascension like Mary? Because no man had ever given her that feeling before.

“You’ve watched porn, right?” Sherry asked.

Mary nodded shyly. “I watch porn to learn some sex techniques.”

“You can’t learn anything real from it, but there are many methods we can use. If you don’t mind, how about we play with Ding Ping together? That way you can learn and use them immediately. Aren’t there many 3P, 4P, or even multiple people together in porn?” Sherry said.

Mary’s heart was a little tempted. She knew that Sherry and the others each had several boyfriends. Apart from not knowing if they had ever played together, she knew they often changed boyfriends. Couldn’t she try it with them too?

Seeing that Mary remained silent, Shirley pressed her advantage: "Come on, let's go call Ding Ping, let's go to bed together. Karen and Lucy have been wanting to do this for a long time."

With that, Shirley pulled Mary out of the bathroom and called to Ding Ping, "Ding Ping, Mary wants you to come in with us."

Ding Ping sat up from the sofa, looking at Mary and Shirley with confusion, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mary was somewhat hesitant to look at Ding Ping, feeling as if she had betrayed him. Shirley smiled and said, "Why ask? Just come with us."

Looking at Mary's expression, Ding Ping understood what was going on. He thought to himself, "It's because Shirley's girls are getting all lovey-dovey, but how did Shirley convince Mary?" Because she was still a little reserved in public; otherwise, she wouldn't have been a virgin when she was with Ding Ping.

Ding Ping followed them silently into the bedroom.

Inside, Karen and Lucy were already embracing, caressing each other. Seeing Mary and Ding Ping enter with Shirley, they separated somewhat shyly. "You're here too?"

Mary, even more embarrassed than the two, didn't answer their question. Shirley answered for Mary, "Mary said we're all good friends, and she couldn't keep Ding Ping to herself, so she brought him in to play with us."

Karen and Lucy stared wide-eyed at Mary, somewhat incredulous. Mary said, "Shirley told me everything about you, so I..." Mary couldn't finish, but Karen and Lucy understood, cheering, "Our Mary is like us now! That's rare!"

Then they came to play with Ding Ping. Ding Ping feigned ignorance, looking at Mary. Mary shyly said to Ding Ping, "They like you a lot, so they asked me to bring you in to play with them."

"How can you do this?" Ding Ping said deliberately, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

“You Chinese are so old-fashioned, what’s with all this talk about promiscuity? In ancient times, who didn’t have multiple wives and concubines? As long as we’re all happy, that’s all that matters. Don’t let these things bind us.”

Karen, the youngest of the group and the same age as Mary, walked towards Ding Ping, removing her meager clothing and pulling off Ding Ping’s towel. Ding Ping was instantly naked, just like her. The other two, seventeen-year-old Shirley and sixteen-year-old Lucy, also removed their already meager clothing. All three were over 1.65 meters tall, and Karen’s figure was roughly the same as Ding Ping’s. They were voluptuous but not obese, with high, firm breasts and smooth, snow-white skin—perfect for Ding Ping to find fault with. Faced with beauties no less stunning than those back home, Ding Ping couldn’t help but be tempted.

Karen made the first move, her mouth moving over Ding Ping’s body, kissing and licking him wildly, her tongue and red lips constantly busy. Never before had a woman so passionately caressed Ding Ping, making him completely forget he was a man, as if their roles had been reversed. As if intentionally or unintentionally, her large, white breasts, like those of a white rabbit, kept swaying in front of Ding Ping's face, so white they looked as if sprinkled with powder, emanating a fragrance as strong as freshly squeezed milk. Those small, red grapes, like bewitching, burning eyes, blinked at Ding Ping.

Ding Ping had no choice but to take the initiative, otherwise he would feel like he was being raped. He reached out and grasped Karen's breasts; they were so firm, so wonderfully soft, like clusters of pink brocade. As Ding Ping suckled alternately on her breasts like a hungry child, she tilted her head back, lowered her eyes, furrowed her brows, and swayed urgently from side to side, like a cobra controlled by a magic flute, involuntarily and painfully dancing, as if she were about to disintegrate. Ding Ping sucked, devoured, and teased her wantonly, as if his lips wanted to stay there forever, to take root and sprout, until her hands reminded him of something on his body, and only then did Ding Ping reluctantly and linger.

Seeing that Ding Ping had gotten into character, Shirley and Lucy pulled Mary forward, and the four of them escorted Ding Ping to the large bed, while Ding Ping looked like a criminal being led to the execution ground.

As Ding Ping lay down, Karen immediately straddled his lower abdomen, her lower body accurately capturing his penis. Her small, wet, peach-like opening rubbed against his penis repeatedly, the constantly flowing vaginal fluid making the tip of his penis sticky and wet. Karen's body sank down, her smooth skin pressing tightly against Ding Ping's body, allowing his penis to fully penetrate her fiery flower path. Ding Ping held

Karen's round, firm buttocks, his hands vigorously kneading her delicate skin. Karen's tender, soft breasts were slightly deformed by Ding Ping's pressure, and her body writhed violently back and forth. Ding Ping's fingers slowly slid down with Karen's movements, caressing her groin, which was covered in vaginal fluid. Karen slowly straightened up, her two full thighs half-kneeling on the bed, and began to rock her soft body up and down.

Ding Ping's penis swelled to the point of bursting, filling Karen's tight vaginal passage completely. Her bodily fluids flowed continuously from her peach blossom cave. Karen's emotions grew increasingly aroused, and she kept emitting moans that would arouse anyone who heard them. Her body's movements became faster and faster.

Lucy couldn't resist any longer. She straddled Ding Ping's chest, spread her legs, and placed her already muddy private parts in front of Ding Ping's chin. Ding Ping knew what she wanted, so he used his hands to support her buttocks and pressed them forcefully against his mouth, making her peach blossom cave lie on his lips. He stuck out his tongue and licked it. At the same time, Ding Ping's hands were not idle. He made Mary and Shirley kneel on either side of him with their legs spread, and put his hands into their lower bodies, inserting his fingers into their vaginal passages, finding their erogenous zones, and constantly probing inside.

Under Ding Ping's ministrations, mouth, and hands, the four women's bodies moved in different ways, like dancing, each uttering different accompaniment. For a moment, the room was filled with boundless eroticism.

First was Karen, who danced on Ding Ping's body, her body rising and falling, her waist swaying softly, her hips bouncing joyfully. Finally, she reached the peak of pleasure, panting heavily, her nose flaring like a bull's. With a final cry, she half-thrown herself onto Ding Ping like a sack of flour, then lay on Lucy's back, still pressing against Ding Ping's mouth, completely limp.

Lucy pulled her body away from Ding Ping's mouth, letting Karen get off him. When she saw Ding Ping's penis still erect, she immediately aligned her vulva with it, thrusting her hips forward and sinking in, bouncing on top of him just like Karen had done…

Ding Ping released Mary and Shirley, charging towards Lucy with all his might. He moved his lower abdomen rapidly to match her movements, his hands supporting her buttocks as he gently lifted her. Lucy's full breasts bounced on her chest like two white doves about to take flight, creating waves of alluring flesh. She squinted, her hands supporting herself on Ding Ping's sweaty chest, rising and falling freely on his body, constantly seeking new peaks of pleasure after the stirrings of spring.

Ding Ping's grip on Lucy's buttocks tightened, increasing the speed of the friction between her tender vulva and his thick, hard penis. Lucy's moans grew louder, her movements faster, and she thrust heavily against Ding Ping. Just as Ding Ping's penis swelled again, she slumped heavily onto him, allowing his penis to penetrate a space it had never reached before. Deep inside, it seemed as if a tiny mouth was firmly gripping the round head of Ding Ping's penis. Then, a gush of hot liquid sprayed onto Ding Ping's penis, and Lucy collapsed limply, sprawling on top of him.

Ding Ping stood up, pulled Shirley, who was slumped on the bed like a limp rag, and made her stand on the edge of the bed with her buttocks raised. He held Shirley's slender waist with both hands, his penis pressed against the middle of Shirley's wet petals, and thrust forward. With a "squelch," Shirley trembled all over and let out a soft "ah..." as her upper body went limp and she collapsed onto the bed. With Ding Ping's vigorous thrusting, Shirley's beautiful body swayed on the bed, her breath coming in soft gasps.

As Ding Ping thrust rapidly, their lower bodies collided with a "slap, slap" sound, and the wet sound of their joined bodies could be heard. Several streams of fluid flowed from Shirley's lower body down her snow-white thighs with the thrusting of Ding Ping's penis. The intense pleasure made the tender flesh inside Shirley's vagina grip Ding Ping's penis even tighter, and Ding Ping couldn't help but increase the force of his thrusts. Shirley couldn't help but let out rapid moans.

Accompanied by Shirley's soul-stirring moans, Ding Ping thrust even more violently and rapidly, pressing his penis tightly deep inside Shirley's body. Shirley's head was forcefully lifted back, her toes almost leaving the ground, as she activated every nerve in her body to enjoy the extreme pleasure brought by Ding Ping's penetration into the deepest part of her body. Finally, she collapsed on the edge of the bed, motionless.

Ding Ping approached Mary, now alone. He pulled her up to embrace her, but Mary slid weakly off him, kneeling on the bed. Her cheek pressed tightly against Ding Ping's lower abdomen, first gently, like a dragonfly skimming the water, her lips barely touching his skin. Then, with each passionate press of her lips, her kisses grew more intense, a frenzied, relentless kiss.

Mary's hands gripped Ding Ping's strong thighs, and suddenly she opened her mouth wide, quickly taking his large member into her mouth. Ding Ping stopped her eager exploration with his tongue, and halted her tireless, ardent work of the tongue. He gently lifted her limp body and placed her on the bed like a sleeping baby. Ding Ping's hands began to caress her body, from her rounded shoulders, her proudly erect breasts, her flat stomach, to that mysterious and deep place. Mary's body twisted and curled restlessly, like a live fish placed on a grill.

Ding Ping knew she wanted him, so he stood by the bed, his throbbing erection aimed at her. She pressed her hands against Ding Ping's abdomen, her eyes filled with boundless anticipation. Ding Ping's penis slowly slid inside, thrusting rapidly in a warm, moist, and slippery place. With each heavy slam of Ding Ping's penis, Mary groaned with pleasure, the sound rising from a low, muffled tone to a high pitch, from slow to rapid, the moans interspersed with murmurs that Ding Ping couldn't understand, until the sounds caused her body to tremble, turning her into a constantly spinning machine, shaking and quivering on the bed under Ding Ping's thrusts.

Ding Ping's hands pressed down on Mary's smooth shoulders, his body expanding and contracting like a bowstring, the room becoming unbearably hot. Beads of sweat from Ding Ping's hair fell onto her fair skin, her moans turning into ecstatic cries, sounds like weeping, like water rushing and surging through a crack in a dam. Finally, Mary's hand, which had been tightly gripping Ding Ping's forearm, suddenly loosened and fell heavily onto the bed, like two ropes dangling limply. Her previously incessant, vibrant moans abruptly ceased.

Mary had reached a peak of pleasure she had never experienced before. She didn't know how much time had passed before she opened her eyes as if from a dream. She propped herself up and gazed at Ding Ping's face, tenderly stroking his hair with her hand. Then, starting from his hair, forehead, nose, lips, and chin, she kissed him again and again. Meanwhile, the other three, Sherry, Lucy, and Karen, also got up and came to Ding Ping's side. The four beauties, who had just been brought to the peak of pleasure by Ding Ping, pushed him down on the bed and began the process of extracting his essence... 03-15
Chapter Eighty-Four: Initial Victory

Ding Ping spent a pleasant weekend with Mary, Sherry, Lucy, and Karen. During these two days, the five of them ate, played, and slept when they were tired, constantly going crazy. With the help of Ding Ping's divine power, he was invigorated and became more and more vigorous in battle. At the same time,

he absorbed more yin energy from the four of them, making his divine power even stronger. Apart from injecting his divine power into Mary's body and modifying her physical qualities, he only returned the yin energy he had purified to the other three women's bodies. Because Ding Ping knew that they were sent by the U country to monitor him, he did not modify them, but even so, it was enough for the three of them to enjoy.

At the same time, while dealing with them, Ding Ping made a decision in his heart: to propose his new theory to the U country, to greatly improve their computer computing capabilities, and thus gain their trust. On Monday, after arriving at the research institute, Ding Ping and Mary proposed a computer chip architecture scheme.

This scheme greatly expanded the chip space available in the US, maximizing physical capacity without altering the existing physical structure, thus rapidly increasing chip operating speed.

The US research institute studied Ding Ping's scheme for two weeks, proving his method correct and his theory valid. Using existing chips and following Ding Ping's method, they assembled a large chipset and conducted experiments. The results showed that this chipset's operating speed was 20 quadrillion operations per second faster than the fastest supercomputer currently in the US, reaching an astonishing 30 quadrillion operations per second. This was also 10 quadrillion operations per second faster than their existing, still-secret supercomputer, which could only operate at 20 quadrillion operations per second. Previously, increasing the operating speed by 10 quadrillion operations per second required the nation's top IT talent and enormous resources, and took more than six months to complete. Now, Ding Ping's theory allowed them to advance their estimated timeline by a year.

Furthermore, Ding Ping's theory has enormous potential for development. It could be said that following this theoretical approach, their computing power could reach the exascale level in a relatively short time.

Country U acted swiftly; a month later, they offered Ding Ping the highest possible treatment, equivalent to that of their top experts, allowing him to participate fully in their research on next-generation computer technology based on Ding Ping's theory. Thus, Ding Ping achieved his first goal, a resounding victory. Mary was even happier than Ding Ping himself.

With the Chinese New Year approaching, on a Saturday evening, alone with Mary, Ding Ping called all eight women in his family, telling them about his situation in Country U, that his studies were going well, and that everything was according to plan, reassuring them.

His call with Zhang Shiyu was particularly long. Ding Ping told her that he had met a wonderful girl in Country U named Mary. Zhang Shiyu didn't react with jealousy like most women would; instead, she urged Ding Ping to treat Mary well, saying that she was applying to study in Country U and might arrive next semester, at which point they could be together.

The entire call lasted nearly an hour and a half. While Ding Ping was talking to his family, Mary finished all the housework. Ding Ping explained the situation at home to her and told her that Zhang Shiyu was his girlfriend. Mary didn't say anything, but rather that she knew he definitely had a girlfriend; it would be abnormal for someone like Ding Ping not to have one.

Ding Ping and Mary were now intimately connected; a single glance, a word, or a gesture was enough for them to understand each other. It seemed he could win Mary over, make her his person, and have her serve China, thus thwarting the U.S.'s plans.

After finishing her chores, Mary went to take a shower. A short while after Ding Ping's call ended, Mary finished showering. When she came out of the bathroom, Ding Ping was stunned. Today, Mary was wearing an almost transparent pink bathrobe. In the light and shadow, it couldn't hide the penetrating light from Ding Ping's eyes. Mary's firm, high breasts and the high mound between her thighs were fully displayed before him. Combined with Mary's tall figure, her beautiful, noble, and elegant appearance made Ding Ping's heart flutter.

Mary walked to Ding Ping's side, pulled him up, and led him to the bedroom. She turned the bedroom light to a dim yellow, and then slowly and gracefully removed her almost transparent pink bathrobe. Every movement was like that of a stripper, beautiful and elegant. Mary's expression was very natural—no flaunting, no provocation, just a smile and a sidelong glance at Ding Ping with her alluring eyes!

Mary reached out and pulled Ding Ping, tilting her charming face up, and then their hungry lips met. The instant their lips touched, Mary slightly opened her mouth and let out a long moan, her warm breath entering Ding Ping's mouth. At the same time, Mary's one hand moved down to grasp Ding Ping's already erect penis, slowly tightening her grip, while her other hand climbed up Ding Ping's chest and shoulders. She then extended her smooth tongue into Ding Ping's mouth, hooking it with his.

Ding Ping teased Mary's tongue with his own, sucking on it with his lips and gently biting it with his teeth. Ding Ping held Mary's nape with one hand, kissing her passionately, while his other hand trembled as it roamed over Mary's slender waist and slightly upturned buttocks. He spread his fingers and lightly caressed the inside of Mary's thighs and between her buttocks. As Mary trembled involuntarily, Ding Ping extended his right leg and inserted it between Mary's legs, gently rubbing the high bulge between her thighs through her thin trousers.

"Mmm...mmm..." Mary's writhing body caused Ding Ping's right leg to be squeezed even more, and Ding Ping could feel more clearly how hot Mary's lower body was, how high the temperature was.

As the heat emanating from Mary's lower body intensified, her writhing became more intense. The small mound of Mary's pubic area rubbed harder against Ding Ping's right leg. Ding Ping forcefully pushed Mary against the bedroom wall, using the wall for support. His cold right knee pressed against Mary's burning hot inner thigh, the temperature difference stimulating his nerve endings and making him feel even more aroused. Ding Ping

couldn't resist using his right index and middle fingers to vigorously caress Mary's mound through her semi-transparent black lace panties. The warm, moist breath emanating from her vulva, through the thin black lace fabric pressed against her lower body, reached Ding Ping's fingers.

"Mmm...mmm..." Mary writhed in Ding Ping's arms, her trembling body pressing against his chest, her hips swaying slightly.

Ding Ping moved his right hand from Mary's left hip inside her black lace panties, his palm slipping into her thick pubic hair, gently caressing Mary's full mound. His right index and middle fingers teased Mary's clitoris, then moved up and down, rubbing and kneading the small, gradually erect nipples.

Under Ding Ping's teasing, Mary's body trembled slightly against his chest, she moaned softly, her head resting weakly on Ding Ping's right shoulder, occasionally biting him lightly with her teeth.

Ding Ping had Mary turn around, embracing her from behind, then unhooked Mary's bra, his hands slipping under her armpits to her high, firm breasts, grasping Mary's round, perky breasts, his fingers deftly kneading her tender nipples. Gradually, Ding Ping felt those little grapes harden under his caresses.

Ding Ping lowered his head and kissed Mary's pink neck, his nostrils filled with the fragrance of her hair. Mary's soft, slightly suppressed moans further ignited the burning lust within Ding Ping! From behind her neck, Mary's firm and elastic breasts resembled solidified milk, a pinkish-white tinged with a hint of rosy blush! From this angle, Mary's high, rounded breasts were perfectly round and firm, the nipples subtly upturned, the pink nipples rising and falling with Mary's panting chest, like a newly awakened bird, its beak tilted slightly upwards towards Ding Ping, seeking sustenance!

As Ding Ping kissed Mary's neck, Mary unconsciously tilted her head back, and when Ding Ping gently kissed Mary's earlobe, Mary unconsciously tilted her head forward again. Mary's left hand continued to caress and knead Ding Ping's manhood, while when Ding Ping's right hand, with its spread fingers, moved from Mary's inner thigh to the triangle area at her groin, Mary's soft body involuntarily arched back, her slender waist twisted, and she moaned softly.

Ding Ping couldn't resist moving his hand inside Mary's black, semi-transparent lace-trimmed panties again. Mary's body trembled even more violently, and she slightly opened her mouth, repeatedly moaning softly in Ding Ping's ear, "Oh...ah..." It was a low, satisfied cry emanating from her nose and throat.

Ding Ping turned Mary over again, bent her knees forward, and bent down to kiss her round navel and flat, elastic abdomen. Mary couldn't help but hold Ding Ping's head with both hands, pressing down hard to bring his lips closer to her hot paradise. Through the thin, semi-transparent black lace panties, Ding Ping breathed in the fragrance of the overflowing fluids from Mary's valley, which tempted him to thrust his hard penis upwards even more forcefully, pressing against Mary's full buttocks.

Sucking on Mary's soft, rounded legs was a great pleasure. With a moan, Mary involuntarily raised her left leg, revealing a wet, curved area beneath her semi-transparent black lace panties. Ding Ping didn't hesitate to take it into his mouth.

"Ah...slower..." With Mary's suppressed moan, Ding Ping's head was pressed even tighter, and Mary's body trembled even more violently.

Ding Ping could no longer restrain himself. He picked up Mary and laid her down on the bed. Mary's soft, sexy body lay flat, her snow-white, naked body topped with two small, mound-like mounds. Ding Ping caressed the pink nipples atop them, and amidst Mary's low moans, he buried his head between her breasts, opening his mouth to take one of her firm nipples in, letting it swell within him as he gently sucked on the milky fragrance emanating from its tip.

Ding Ping lifted his upper body, revealing Mary's rounded mounds encased in a small, semi-transparent black lace panty. He pulled down Mary's black lace panty, removing her last covering, revealing the golden pubic hair between her legs, and the spring scenery hidden beneath it!

Seeing Ding Ping staring intently at her lower body, Mary instinctively blushed, her legs slightly clamping together, while she tried to cover her alluring genitals with her hands—which were barely concealed.

Ding Ping rose and straddled Mary's body, forcefully spreading her thighs. Mary's full buttocks swayed as her legs opened, accompanied by her trembling breaths and the quivering of her body. Ding Ping kissed the mounds of Mary's genitals, inhaling the sweet scent emanating from her tender opening. This sweetness gave Ding Ping a sense of peace. Ding Ping pressed his cheek against Mary's soft, supple legs, the delicate smoothness further arousing his intense possessiveness.

Ding Ping gently parted the beautiful petals of Mary's peach blossom opening with his fingers, and Mary immediately moaned ecstatically, her lower body twisting slightly, sweet fluid slowly seeping from between her petals. Ding Ping pressed his fingers against the petals, rubbing them left and right, teasing Mary until her moans became deeper, longer, and louder!

Ding Ping didn't rush into a full-scale assault. Instead, he used two fingers of his right hand to part the petals, and with his left hand, he pushed up Mary's small protrusion. He lightly sucked on the small protrusion at the entrance of Mary's paradise with his tongue. This action made Mary unconsciously thrust her buttocks and mounds upwards even more forcefully.

"Ah..." Mary twisted her legs and groaned in suppressed pain. Ding Ping's tongue kept swirling inside the wrinkled walls of Mary's paradise, sometimes lightly licking the small protrusion, sometimes sucking on the labia, and even probing the stream with his tongue...

In Mary's dazed state, Ding Ping entered her body. A warm, hot sensation rose from Ding Ping's lower abdomen. Because this was Mary's first time having sex with Ding Ping, he felt that his vaginal canal was as tight as a virgin's whenever he was with Mary, tightly wrapping Ding Ping's fiery passion. Ding Ping tried thrusting twice, a ticklish, tingling sensation enveloping his penis. The word "comfortable" couldn't describe this experience. The tingling sensation intensified with each thrust, causing Ding Ping to involuntarily quicken his hip movements, thrusting harder and faster. The frequency and amplitude of his thrusts gradually increased.

"Ah!...Ding Ping..." With Mary's moans, Ding Ping felt her arms tighten around his buttocks, her delicate hands roughly kneading them, while she moaned passionately in his ear.

"Mary's about to come..." Thinking this, Ding Ping withdrew his penis from Mary's body, turning her face to the side. He saw that she had just reached orgasm, her face flushed, her skin rosy, her lips slightly parted, panting softly—she was incredibly beautiful.

Ding Ping whispered in Mary's ear, "I want to take you to the highest peak of happiness, I want to unlock the most primal emotions and bliss within you!"

After saying this, Ding Ping turned and kissed Mary, then pressed down on her, his hands reaching between her legs to slowly spread them open before kneeling between them.

Mary lazily glanced at Ding Ping, her face a mixture of shyness and reproach, further arousing his desire. Ding Ping mounted her, his penis lingering and roaming at Mary's tender entrance, sometimes rubbing her already erect nipple, sometimes teasing her delicate petals, sometimes lightly probing her overflowing opening like a dragonfly skimming the water. Mary's heart fluttered with desire, and from her half-open, intoxicated eyes and her heavy, panting breaths, Ding Ping admired Mary's ecstatic and unbearable state.

Overwhelmed by passion, Mary involuntarily thrust her slender waist forward, pressing her buttocks against Ding Ping's body, and moaning softly from her nose. Ding Ping, aroused by Mary's shy demeanor, couldn't resist lowering his hips, his entire penis entering Mary's body. Mary trembled uncontrollably, lying completely supine on the bed, bending her legs and raising her white, tender buttocks even higher. With Ding Ping's rapid thrusts, the spring within Mary's paradise swelled like a raging spring tide, gushing forth. Finally, she cried out, reaching the peak of pleasure.

Chapter 85 Subduing Three Women (Part 1)

The next day, before Ding Ping and Mary even got out of bed, Shirley arrived and told them that Joey and the others had invited them on a picnic to relax in nature.

When Ding Ping, Mary, Shirley, and Joey met up, Baker and Barton were absent; Karen and Lucy were in his car. They exchanged brief greetings and drove off, arriving at the forest park an hour later.

Since Ding Ping had spent two days partying with the four beautiful women, he hadn't been with them again, having presented his theory and immersed himself in intense research. Shirley and the other two, after visiting once or twice with their respective boyfriends, found it bland and unenjoyable. The stark contrast to their time with Ding Ping made them very sad, so they made various excuses to avoid seeing their boyfriends, and now all three of them had essentially broken off their relationships.

The scenery in the forest park was enchanting. Birds strolled leisurely through the woods, some flying slowly, their rhythm undisturbed by Ding Ping and his companions' arrival. Various small animals busily foraged for food, creating a sense of relaxed ease amidst nature.

Before they knew it, it was four o'clock in the afternoon. Reluctantly, they left the forest park and returned to the city. Since tomorrow was Monday, they went home to rest. However, Shirley, in Mary's car, didn't go home; instead, they went to Ding Ping's student apartment at the school.

Shirley and Mary busied themselves in the kitchen, quickly preparing dinner. During the meal, Shirley toasted Ding Ping twice with water instead of wine, saying, "After being with you, I've learned what happiness and joy truly are, so I thank you!" Ding Ping quickly returned the toast

, offering some modest words.

"If you don't dislike the three of us, we'd like to be your long-term friends. If you feel you no longer wish to associate with us, we won't bother you; just say the word and we'll leave," Shirley continued.

“We’re already good friends. I’m so happy to have such beautiful friends like you, how could I possibly dislike you?”

“Are you being honest?”

“Definitely.”

“Then next time we need to see you, please don’t make excuses to avoid us.”

Mary continued, “Shirley, Ding Ping really treats you as true friends. He was indeed very busy for a while and didn’t have time, but things are better now. If you want to come over, you can arrange it by phone.”

“Okay, we’re relieved to hear you say that. I’ll head back first tonight because we have class tomorrow, and you both have a lot to do, so please get some rest.”

After dinner, Shirley said goodbye to Ding Ping and Mary, kissed Ding Ping goodbye, and hugged Mary before leaving.

“I never imagined that these three people who don’t care about anything would develop such deep feelings for you. You didn’t know, did you? All three of them broke up with their ex-boyfriends.” Mary said after Shirley left.

“Why did they break up?” Ding Ping asked.

“Because after being with you, I couldn’t forget you. And after comparing you with their boyfriends, I realized their boyfriends weren’t even men, so they didn’t want to see them and broke up with them,” Mary explained. “They’ve never cared about anyone other than you before, which shows how much influence you have on them.”

“Is that how you compare them?” Ding Ping said. “Aren’t they too naive?”

“It’s not just the three of them, I’m the same way. I become naive when I see you,” Mary said.

Seeing Mary muttering to herself, a sudden realization dawned on Ding Ping: Shirley, Lucy, and Karen were so infatuated with him; they must all be passionate people. And he also had feelings for them. Why not win them all over and have them serve him?

Ding Ping made up his mind.

After a period of busy work, Ding Ping was able to free himself up. The basic problems were solved, and the in-depth research was handed over to others. Ding Ping then began to do his own thing again: studying and researching the basic problems.

Time flies, and it's another weekend. On Friday night, Ding Ping had just finished showering when Shirley came to his room. Since deciding to subdue the three of them, Ding Ping relaxed and resumed his witty and humorous style, making Mary and Shirley laugh from time to time. After chatting and laughing for a while, Mary said that she hadn't seen her parents, brother, and sister for many days and wanted to go home to see them.

Ding Ping knew she wanted to give him and Shirley a chance to be alone. He kissed her passionately as he saw her to the door. As she got into the car, Mary said, "Make love to Shirley tonight."

Shirley said to Ding Ping as he entered, "I don't know why, but since I've been with you, I've suddenly had an epiphany, as if I've understood something. I feel like I've wasted the past few years. Men I used to find attractive now seem so repulsive. Lucy and Karen feel the same way."

"I'm very happy with you all. I feel so lucky to have met you. You're all so outstanding in every way, and such famous beauties. What man wouldn't want to be with you?" Ding Ping understood that it was because he had absorbed their yin energy, purified it, and then returned it to their bodies. This pure energy, circulating within them, carried away their impurities, opened their energy channels, and allowed them to gain enlightenment and see people more deeply, resulting in this change. Ding Ping felt even more confident in his plan.

Before they knew it, they were embracing. After a while, Shirley looked up at Ding Ping and said, "I'm going to take a shower first. Can you adjust the temperature in the bedroom?"

Ding Ping agreed. It was still March, and the weather was a bit chilly, so he adjusted the temperature to 28 degrees Celsius and sat on the bed waiting for Shirley.

Shirley came into the bedroom. She casually tied her short, light yellow hair up her head, wearing a thin onesie nightgown. Two thin straps were deeply embedded in the flesh of her full shoulders, and a deep cleavage was slightly exposed on her snow-white chest, making her two peaks appear even more prominent.

Ding Ping stood up from the edge of the bed and carefully examined her face. It was a face that would be unforgettable. Her moist eyes cast a charming glance, her straight nose seemed extremely arrogant, and her full, plump lips gave people a friendly and peaceful feeling. Her face was thin. Under her tender, affectionate gaze, Ding Ping felt a surge of heat coursing through his veins, a surge of heroic ambition rising from his feet to his head.

Chapter 86 Subduing Three Women (Part Two)

Shirley opened her arms and tightly embraced Ding Ping's back from under his armpits. Her face pressed against Ding Ping's broad, strong chest. He could feel Shirley's rapid, warm breath, hissing and spraying on his skin. It gave Ding Ping a ticklish, tingling sensation, which felt very comfortable. In the mirror embedded in the bedroom wall, Ding Ping was frozen there comically, as if someone had a gun pointed at him. Shirley's palms first touched Ding Ping's back, then slowly slid down to Ding Ping's buttocks. Then, she raised her hand to Ding Ping's lower abdomen, slipping it inside the elastic band of Ding Ping's pants, and immediately grasped Ding Ping's hot penis. As her fingers played with it wantonly, her face rubbed against Ding Ping's body.

Ding Ping then pulled Shirley close and kissed her. Ding Ping's kissing skills were quite good, almost as nimble as Shirley's tongue. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths as they moved, exploring each other's bodies. As if by telepathy, they fell onto the bedroom bed together. Ding Ping's bed, clean and soft, made by Mary, gave him an irresistible urge to roam freely, and had a pleasant scent mixed with perfume and sweat. Ding Ping pinned Shirley down on the bed and clumsily removed her meager clothing. Shirley, aroused, was clearly impatient with Ding Ping's actions. She twisted her body to cooperate with Ding Ping's movements and began to pull off his clothes. Before Ding Ping could remove all her clothes, she had already spread her legs and hooked them around Ding Ping's buttocks.

As Ding Ping thrust his engorged penis towards her, Shirley eagerly grabbed it, pulling it towards her already wet spot.

Shirley tilted her head back slightly, highlighting the length of her neck and the roundness of her shoulders. The thin straps of her tank top slipped to one side, revealing her pert breasts. Ding Ping buried his face between Shirley's breasts. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his face, and whispered shyly in his ear, "Ever since we were together, I've longed to be with you all the time, but your schedule is so tight, it makes me so anxious. You know what? Your eyes are so expressive, the way you look at people is so alluring."

As she spoke, Shirley seemed unable to contain her excitement. Her slender waist swayed like a willow in the wind, and she freed one hand to grope between Ding Ping's legs. Her full hips rubbed back and forth, and soon she found the spot she wanted. She swallowed it whole, moving with pleasure. At that moment, Ding Ping felt a vague dizziness, and an inexplicable heat rose from his lower abdomen to his head, seemingly engulfing him. He plunged in without hesitation.

The room, shrouded in thick curtains, made time stand still. Shirley seemed tireless, relentlessly taking from Ding Ping, perhaps trying to make up for what she'd missed recently. Ding Ping, in turn, channeled his inner energy, circulating it between them to bring Shirley even more pleasure until she reached the peak of ecstasy and fainted.

A few rays of moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, creating a warm and tranquil atmosphere, gently scattering across Shirley's body. Her back resembled a cello, unabashedly displaying the allure of a young girl. When Ding Ping first met Shirley, the presence of Mary, Lucy, Karen, and others prevented him from fully appreciating her. Now,

as Ding Ping admired Shirley's charm, she wiped her eyes, her innocent, budding love igniting his passion. He pressed her body down, and Shirley responded passionately, completely disregarding her extreme exhaustion.

Shirley was voluptuous with fair skin. From her, Ding Ping experienced the pleasure and joy between a man and a woman. Her genitals were like a ripe peach, easily accepting Ding Ping. He felt completely at ease with her, constantly trying positions he had learned from books, pornography, or hearsay.

After another wave of passion, they lay side by side on the bed. The recent ecstasy had left Shirley tender and affectionate. Her head rested on Ding Ping's chest, half of her body nestled close to him, one snow-white thigh wrapped around his waist. The room was utterly silent. The dim yellow light of the bedside lamp cast a golden glow on her naked body, and half of the snow-white sheet draped to the floor, a testament to their post-frenzy state.

After resting for a while, Shirley moved from the other end of the pillow, kissed Ding Ping's cheek with her full lips, and her hands began to roam freely over his body. Ding Ping knew what she wanted, so he rolled over and pinned her down. Her body writhed merrily beneath him, his lower body pressed tightly against hers. Her eyes were slightly closed, and Ding Ping noticed her long eyelashes, while her lips were parted, and her nostrils trembled nervously. She looked as peaceful and comfortable as a baby, inspiring boundless tenderness.

Shirley slowly savored the experience, like a rock standing on the beach waiting for a storm. The wind howled, the rain poured down, and the turbulent waves surged and roared. She couldn't stay still; her body swayed joyfully, her two alluring legs intertwined and opened, Ding Ping's body surging like waves. At first, she tried to resist, arching her hips to meet his thrusts, but with each frenzied movement, she completely collapsed. She gave up resisting, letting Ding Ping ride her body. Finally, she achieved her desire once again.

Like someone who had just completed a long journey and had been active for most of the night, Ding Ping and Shirley were both panting, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. The passion on the bed had subsided, leaving a rather calm atmosphere. Sherry's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. She stroked Ding Ping's hair and whispered in his ear, "I never expected to experience so much pleasure tonight, a pleasure I've never felt before."

Ding Ping held Sherry's still-wet body, covered in fine beads of sweat, enjoying the afterglow of passion. He whispered in her ear, "Sherry, I love you too. If you're willing, I'll make you happy every day!"

From Sherry's trembling body and her complete devotion to him, Ding Ping knew that Sherry had been conquered by him. She would definitely come to him and do her best for him.

Chapter 87 Subduing Three Women (Part 3)

The next morning at eight o'clock, Ding Ping got up on time. After practicing his kung fu for half an hour, seeing that Sherry was still fast asleep, he prepared breakfast and went to his study to read.

Around nine o'clock, Lucy arrived at Ding Ping's house. As soon as she entered, she said, "Ding Ping, you finally have time to be home this weekend. Do you have a problem with us? You've been avoiding us for the past month."

"My dear Miss Lucy, how could I do that? I was indeed a bit busy recently. Things just came to a conclusion, and I finally had some free time. As soon as I had a little free time, I came home to wait for you all," Ding Ping cried out, accusing himself of being wronged.

"At least you have some conscience; you haven't forgotten us," Lucy said. She actually knew Ding Ping's situation; they had been thinking about him for the past month. She had only said that to vent her frustration; she wasn't really angry.

"Where's Shirley?" Lucy continued.

"She's still asleep," Ding Ping said, pointing towards the bedroom.

"Did you guys stay out too late last night?" Lucy asked without any restraint. "Don't you realize how much we missed you? Now that we have the chance to be with you, we're so eager to stay up for three days and three nights. And you're so strong; only you can control the time and intensity. I couldn't come yesterday, and look how you made Shirley unable to get out of bed!"

"But, could I control myself?" Ding Ping argued. "In that situation, if I didn't come with her, do you think she would eat me alive?"

Hearing Ding Ping's words, Lucy blushed but didn't argue with him. She probably agreed with Ding Ping's point of view. After waiting for more than a month, if Ding Ping didn't let them have their fill, they would hate him to death.

"You made Shirley unable to get out of bed, and you act like she did something wrong, and you're still full of grievances. I'm here today; let's see how strong you can be then. When Mary and Karen come back this afternoon, the four of us will be together, and let's see if you can still be so stubborn then!" Lucy threatened Ding Ping.

"Can I surrender now?" Ding Ping joked with her on purpose. Actually, the oldest of the three, Shirley, was only seventeen, all young girls. Before, because they had other purposes, Ding Ping wasn't really invested when he was with them. Now the situation had changed, and Ding Ping abandoned all his concerns, letting loose and joking with them. They immediately became intimately connected, creating a joyful atmosphere.

"You dare!" Lucy shouted upon hearing this. "If you do that, the four of us will cut off your manhood, so you can only stare at beautiful women in the future."

After saying that, Lucy chuckled. "That idea is really tempting. I really want to see what you look like when you see a beautiful woman, wanting her but unable to do anything about it."

Seeing her smile so brightly, Ding Ping felt a burning hatred in his heart. He hugged her and said, "I'll take you right here and now, so I won't be unable to do it later." As

soon as Ding Ping's hand reached out to Lucy, she became weak all over, collapsing into Ding Ping's arms, trembling, unable to speak.

"You've had a hard month," Ding Ping whispered in Lucy's ear. Her reaction was the same as Shirley's the night before. From their identical reactions, Ding Ping knew that they were indeed deeply in love with him and couldn't extricate themselves. He felt very grateful to them and also felt a lot of affection for them.

Lucy, eyes closed, nestled in Ding Ping's arms, enjoying his caresses. Ding Ping's hands roamed between Lucy's breasts as he helped her lie completely back on the sofa bed. Lucy's eyes were alluring, her face flushed, and she remained silent, only breathing deeply. Ding Ping felt his penis harden, and he instinctively grabbed Lucy's hands, guiding them down to his erection.

Touching Ding Ping's thick, hard, and hot penis in his pants, Lucy's small hands trembled slightly. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable pleasuring Ding Ping while lying in his arms, Lucy straightened up, smiled at him, and said, "Let's do something special today." She then knelt before Ding Ping, unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, and took out his already erect penis. She then grasped his penis and slowly stroked it.

Lucy slowly brought her mouth close to Ding Ping's penis, playfully pretending to bite it. Then, she gently licked the head of Ding Ping's penis with the tip of her tongue, opened her cherry-like mouth, and gently took Ding Ping's purplish-red, shiny penis into her mouth. She licked Ding Ping's penis with the tip of her tongue, occasionally sliding it in the groove under the head of Ding Ping's penis, sometimes sucking with her fragrant lips and gently biting with her jade teeth. Then, Lucy began to rock her head back and forth, moving her penis up and down.

Ding Ping also cooperated with Lucy's speed, thrusting his waist, hoping to insert his penis deeper. His buttocks swayed rapidly, making his penis thrust in and out of Lucy's mouth faster. The beautiful girl in front of him had her eyebrows furrowed, her cheeks bulging, and Ding Ping's penis was almost inserted into Lucy's throat.

Ding Ping bent down and used his right hand to stroke Lucy's high-perched buttocks with increased force. From this angle, Lucy's buttocks appeared very large, snow-white, and round. As Ding Ping lightly flicked and teased her buttocks with his fingers, Lucy kept twisting her body, but her mouth never left Ding Ping's penis.

Ding Ping's penis was enveloped by Lucy's small mouth, and he felt waves of warmth surrounding the head of his penis. A tingling pleasure immediately spread throughout his entire body. Ding Ping's penis, licked and manipulated by Lucy, became as hard as an iron rod, with bulging veins and an immense thickness.

"Turn around and let me enter you," Ding Ping said to Lucy.

Lucy quickly got up, leaning against the sofa in the living room, her back to Ding Ping, revealing her sexy, alluring buttocks and the wet, glistening vulva nestled between them. From behind, Ding Ping could clearly see the glistening dewdrops on the thick petals of Lucy's golden pubic hair and the deep, red vulva below.

Lucy turned her head and continued to verbally provoke Ding Ping, urging him to ravage her tender vulva more fiercely and forcefully with his penis! Ding Ping reached out and grasped Lucy's soft, full breasts, kneading and caressing them to his heart's content, making Lucy's already full breasts even firmer, and her two tender nipples hardened and swollen like beans from Ding Ping's kneading.

Ding Ping rapidly swayed his hips back and forth, causing Lucy to involuntarily grip the sofa back with both hands. Her beautiful hair swayed wildly with her head movements. Lucy twisted her slender waist to match Ding Ping's movements. With Ding Ping's repeated thrusts and the copious flow of Lucy's juices, his penis entered and exited Lucy's paradise with increasing ease.

Ding Ping vigorously caressed and kneaded Lucy's snow-white, full buttocks while accelerating his thrusts, all the while continuing to stimulate and tease her with words, causing Lucy beneath him to moan and groan, her words becoming more incoherent than ever before. Lucy moaned hysterically beneath Ding Ping, her face flushed, her eyes intoxicated with desire. Lucy was almost unconscious from Ding Ping's thrusts. Her paradise was overflowing with juices, her flower core trembling wildly deep within. Her lower body shook and arched desperately, cooperating with Ding Ping's powerful thrusts. Ding Ping's lower abdomen repeatedly impacted her lower body, making rhythmic "slap!...slap!..." sounds.

Ding Ping relentlessly and forcefully manipulated Lucy's tender, tight little hole, his penis thrusting in and out. Lucy's thick labia opened and closed with each movement, her head bobbing up and down like a long-haired dance. He vigorously ravaged the beautiful young woman lying passionately before him, watching his penis slide in and out of Lucy's pink, tender hole. Each thrust caused Lucy's labia, thickened by arousal, to open, drawing out a considerable amount of fluid from her paradise, accompanied by "splashing" and "splattering" sounds. Ding Ping's waist thrust back and forth forcefully, his penis, deep inside Lucy, soon reaching the very end of her paradise. Ding Ping felt the head of his enormous penis touch the... At the entrance to Lucy's flower path, he thrust rapidly and repeatedly into her, finally conquering its depths.

Seeing this, Ding Ping couldn't help but embrace Lucy's slender waist, pulling her back forcefully. Lucy's wet buttocks slammed against Ding Ping's hips, making a "slap slap slap" sound. After hundreds of thrusts, Lucy cried out in front of Ding Ping, her snow-white body heaving violently with the rhythm of his thrusts. She skillfully twisted her plump buttocks to meet his impact, passionately and obscenely moaning, "Ding Ping... I'm going to give myself to you!"

As Lucy cried out, a gush of hot water gushed from the depths of her paradise, making... Ding Ping felt the head of his penis being scalded by the hot spring water, an incredibly pleasurable sensation that ignited his primal instincts. He began to use a more forceful, rougher approach, employing various techniques to tease the already climaxed Lucy.

Lucy's body seemed to be burning with desire; she lay on the sofa, only hearing the sounds of Ding Ping's penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, the "splashing" sounds incessant. The water brought boundless pleasure to the head of Ding Ping's penis, and Ding Ping felt as if his large penis, inserted into Lucy's vagina, was like a sausage sandwiched in a delicious shell. Ding Ping grabbed Lucy's hands, twisting them behind her back, and continued to thrust his penis back and forth forcefully. Lucy's upper body hung in the air... Her lower body was relentlessly attacked from behind by Ding Ping.

Lucy seemed unable to withstand Ding Ping's rapid and forceful assault, her body trembling violently. Lucy was once again brought to multiple orgasms by Ding Ping's hot, thick semen; the tender flesh inside her vagina continued to spasm, tightly gripping and squeezing Ding Ping's large penis, as if trying to drain it dry. Completely exhausted, she could no longer support the combined weight of Ding Ping and Lucy, collapsing onto the table with a thud, motionless, only breathing heavily. She reached another pleasurable climax.

Just as Ding Ping and Lucy were climaxing, Mary and Karen entered the room. Seeing Ding Ping and Lucy, they exclaimed in surprise, "Lucy, you're so fast! In just a short while, you're already at it with Ding Ping!"

Chapter 88 Subduing the Three Women (Part 4)

Lucy hadn't recovered from the afterglow of making love with Ding Ping when Mary and Karen came in. Unable to get up, she lay on the sofa, looking at them with seductive eyes, and said, "I have no strength left. Shirley hasn't woken up yet; I doubt she can make it today. Ding Ping is yours to handle." Karen

said, "Sigh! You two were already like this before I even arrived. If you had waited for me, you wouldn't have been bullied by Ding Ping, would you?"

"You?" Lucy didn't believe her at all: "If you had come first, you'd probably be in bed now too, and wouldn't have woken up."

Mary chimed in, "You two are evenly matched; neither of you is better than the other. Let Lucy rest." "

Only then did Karen stop arguing with Lucy, and Lucy was indeed too tired, closing her eyes and falling asleep soon after.

Mary then whispered to Ding Ping, who had been sitting silently to the side, "And you, knowing they weren't strong enough, still made them like this, not even taking care of them."

Ding Ping retorted, "You weren't there. If I hadn't done it with them, I don't think I could be sitting here properly now; they would have skinned me alive."

"Do you think I don't know? Can't you be a little more considerate to girls? Do you have to win every argument?" Mary knew Ding Ping was telling the truth, but she was still angry at his self-righteousness, so she said unreasonably.

"Okay, okay, I admit I was wrong." Ding Ping said, stepping forward, hugging Mary, and giving her a kiss as an apology.

Mary pushed Ding Ping towards Karen, saying, "Don't touch me now, go hug Karen, she's getting impatient."

"Mary, you're bullying me too!" Karen's heart pounded uncontrollably as Ding Ping approached, yearning for his affection, but her mouth wouldn't yield.

"If you don't want to, then let Ding Ping come with me," Mary teased.

But Karen's arms were already wrapped around Ding Ping's neck; how could she let go?

Ding Ping gently kissed Karen, whispering in her ear, "I'm all sweaty, let's go wash up first?"

Karen murmured an agreement in Ding Ping's arms, and he carried her into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade down like countless rays of light, showering their embracing bodies with a warm and intimate embrace.

Karen tilted her head back, her lips slightly upturned, and Ding Ping pressed his lips against hers again. They kissed in the warm water, slowly and deeply, their lips gently licking each other, feeling their desire slowly stirring within them. Karen's body shifted restlessly in Ding Ping's arms. His lips slid down to her chest, and as his wet tongue teased her nipples, she writhed her slender waist in response. One of Ding Ping's hands slid across her lower abdomen, covering her wet pubic hair. The

comfortable water temperature shone like arrows onto their naked bodies, and the light dimmed in the rising steam. Ding Ping seemed to hear Karen's pounding heartbeat and feel the sound of her blood flowing. She let out a soft, lingering moan as Ding Ping quietly pushed his penis into her from behind, rubbing it against her swollen lower body. She raised one thigh, her toes pointed, tense as if dancing ballet.

Waves of pleasure surged through Karen, spreading from her genitals throughout her body. Ding Ping's wet, thick penis entered Karen's slippery lower body, slowly pushing in. Ding Ping felt a gush of fluid surging within her spasming depths.

Ding Ping pressed tightly against Karen's peach blossom cave. After a moment, her waist began to twist and sway, her mouth involuntarily groaning loudly, her hips rising and falling incessantly. Ding Ping relentlessly pounded his penis like a storm.

In the blurry mirror, Ding Ping saw Karen's face, indistinct and phantom-like, her eyes tightly closed, enjoying Ding Ping's caresses. Soon, Karen reached orgasm with Ding Ping's rapid thrusts.

"Why are you so sensitive today? You reached orgasm so quickly?" Ding Ping whispered in Karen's ear.

"I don't know, I just can't control myself when I'm with you, and it just happened so quickly."

Ding Ping looked at the still-filling bathtub and Karen's shy and weak appearance. Before the tub was full, he pulled Karen into it, while he stood by admiring her. In the misty, dim light of the bathroom, Karen's skin was snow-white and pink, her face rosy, her eyes alluring, as if they were about to overflow with desire. Ding Ping's heart almost melted.

"Is this all you're going to do, just stand here and let me soak in the tub?" Karen complained when Ding Ping didn't join her.

Ding Ping ran his fingers across the misty water, deliberately asking, "What do you want me to do?"

"What do you want us to do?" Karen said, closing her eyes shyly. The bathtub was filled with warm water, white bubbles floating on the surface. Karen lay naked in the tub, using her long, slender, snow-white fingers and beautiful toes to tease the bubbles against her full breasts, a breathtakingly alluring sight.

Parting the bubbles, Ding Ping's hands began to caress Karen's body. Her skin was delicate and smooth; he could feel her firm breasts gradually swelling and becoming fuller under his attentive caresses. Ding Ping's gentle fingers traced patterns on her skin like a fish.

Seeing that Ding Ping hadn't entered the tub, Karen stood up and pulled him to the showerhead. "Don't move, let me wash you," she said, and began to rub against Ding Ping, letting the water droplets fall on their bodies.

Ding Ping allowed her to caress and rub his body. Clearly, Ding Ping's naked body, his strong, taut muscles, and the masculine allure emanating from him excited Karen immensely. Her trembling hands and legs shook even more violently. Her gaze, and the way her fingers caressed Ding Ping, in turn fueled her movements. When her hands slowly and deliberately traveled from Ding Ping's chest to his lower abdomen, she breathed heavily, panting with excitement.

The water cascaded down like a summer downpour, splashing and scattering droplets. Smaller droplets, like pearls, clung to her white skin, like transparent jewels set in her undulating body, making her even more sensual. Her fully erect breasts, like a pair of angry, raised, snow-white rabbits, their hardened nipples standing erect as if defying Ding Ping.

Karen offered her delicate breasts to Ding Ping's mouth, her body trembling like a swaying flower. Ding Ping opened his lips and took her breast in. Karen closed her eyes in enjoyment, ceasing her movements on Ding Ping and letting him kiss and caress her freely.

"Shall we go out?" Ding Ping whispered as he kissed Karen's ear again.

Karen nodded, and Ding Ping picked up a towel and began to dry her body. As Ding Ping dried her, Karen's body trembled and went limp, until she could only hold onto Ding Ping to avoid falling.

After drying them both off, Ding Ping pulled Karen out of the bathroom and onto the bed in the bedroom. Shirley had already woken up. Karen smiled faintly at Shirley and said, "Shirley, you're awake?" She then casually lay down on the bed, letting Ding Ping spread her long legs. Shirley hurriedly got up from the bed, saying, "I'm hungry. You two play, I'm going to get something to eat."

Ding Ping knew Shirley was afraid that if she didn't leave soon, she would succumb to Ding Ping's advances. She felt her lower body was swollen and painful, and she needed to rest, so she hurriedly left.

Ding Ping lay on the bed with Karen, his hands kneading her high, full breasts. After Ding Ping squeezed them, her round breasts swelled up, and her slightly dark red areolas became even firmer. Ding Ping bent down and kissed her prominent nipples. After a flurry of tongue movements, Karen's snow-white body flushed crimson. Her rosy cheeks and disordered breathing filled the bedroom with a burning heat.

Karen's tightly closed eyes revealed an unmistakable desire. Before long, Karen's longing was fully aroused by Ding Ping's caresses. She eagerly turned to the side, pressing her lips to Ding Ping's, her tongue exploring his soft mouth.

Karen then slid down to Ding Ping's ear, then to his broad chest. Ding Ping slightly closed his eyes, letting her tongue invade. At the same time, Karen reached out and explored Ding Ping's genitals, grasping his thick, strong, erect, and large penis, stroking it repeatedly. Under her repeated kneading, Ding Ping's penis became even hotter.

Karen, pulling Ding Ping's penis, led him to her dense, now swampy forest of flesh. She thrust her hips upwards to welcome his penis, and Ding Ping plunged his erect penis deep into Karen's tight, inviting opening. He

held her tightly, his penis pressed firmly against her vulva, motionless. This drove Karen mad. Her mouth circled Ding Ping, her breasts pressed against him, she convulsively rubbed his hair, and she whispered incessantly in his ear, her hips thrusting upwards repeatedly, pounding against his body, seeking greater pleasure from these brief moments of impact!

Ding Ping remained silent, gripping Karen's thighs tightly with both hands, lifting them upright. Karen's disheveled hair clung to her beautiful face, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. She swayed on the bed, trembling violently with each of Ding Ping's thrusts. Her fingers left deep marks on Ding Ping's back. Ding Ping, his heavy breathing synchronizing with his thrusts, charged towards Karen's beautiful paradise, relentlessly attacking, like riding a wild horse, wielding his scepter to direct Karen's body's movements. Karen was practically a lump of mud, letting herself melt into a puddle of pleasure in extreme ecstasy.

Ding Ping held her thighs tightly, his movements becoming increasingly ferocious, pounding into Karen's paradise like a wild beast. Her petals, under Ding Ping's repeated friction, experienced intense pleasure. She murmured incoherently, her hair disheveled, drenched in sweat as she welcomed the impact of Ding Ping's manhood.

Karen's body arched instantly, followed by a high-decibel scream, then suddenly stopped. She silently released her hands from Ding Ping's back. But Ding Ping's movements did not stop. He maintained his high spirits, thrusting into Karen's body, extending her pleasure forward.

Chapter 89 Subduing Three Women (Part 4)

After Karen reached her climax, Ding Ping held her without moving, occasionally stroking her body to soothe her pleasure.

Karen thoroughly enjoyed Ding Ping's caresses, still savoring the afterglow of her climax. It was a feeling she had never experienced with her boyfriend before. She had never imagined that the feeling of lying quietly together with her boyfriend after reaching her climax and stopping lovemaking would be so wonderful. She couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and her whole being melted by Ding Ping after that sigh. She really wanted to sleep like that forever, until Mary came in to call her and Ding Ping to get up for lunch. She still didn't want to get up.

Ding Ping and Karen entered the dining room, with Karen practically being supported by Ding Ping; otherwise, she wouldn't have been

able to leave the bedroom. Lucy, seeing Karen's frail appearance, said to her, "When you first arrived this morning, someone was boasting about how capable she was. Now, how come she needs help to walk?" "Even though Ding Ping is supporting me, I can still walk, unlike some people who can't even stand up," Karen retorted.

"Alright, you two stop arguing and let's eat. In front of Ding Ping, all four of us are equal. I think not many women can match Ding Ping's fighting ability," Mary said. Of the four, Mary was the youngest, but she held the most authority, and what Mary said always made sense.

Because the indoor temperature was set comfortably, all five of them were only wearing shirts. Sherry, Lucy, and Karen, in particular, hadn't worn bras after making love with Ding Ping; their nipples were erect and clearly visible through their shirts, trembling with their movements. The sight aroused Ding Ping.

He got up and went behind Mary, beginning to undress her. Mary protested, "It's lunchtime! Why are you taking my clothes off?"

Ding Ping pointed at the three women and said, "Look at them, none of them are wearing bras. Only you are. Isn't that a bit unfair?"

Mary then noticed their condition. She saw that the three women's breasts were remarkably prominent, their six peaks jiggling restlessly under their shirts. The sight of their voluptuous breasts made Mary's heart flutter.

Shirley was the first to agree: "Yes, Mary should take off her bra like us, that's fair."

Lucy and Karen echoed her sentiments. Seeing that everyone agreed, Mary didn't object anymore, because she had another thought in mind: their breasts were all so big, and hers weren't small either, so she could secretly compare them.

Ding Ping then took off Mary's shirt and began to unhook her bra. As soon as Ding Ping unhooked the last clasp, Mary's breasts eagerly sprang out, nipples proudly erect, breasts trembling and swaying.

Ding Ping couldn't resist and grabbed them. Mary let out a soft moan and collapsed into Ding Ping's arms. She tried to resist but her body was weak and powerless, and she could only gasp and say, "Stop, or we won't be able to eat lunch."

Seeing Mary's pleading look, Ding Ping released her. At the same time, he looked at the other three and said, "It's not cold inside, why are you three still wearing those clothes? Take them off like Mary."

Shirley and the others didn't move, so Ding Ping walked up to them, reached out to take off their clothes, and said, "Do you really want me to do it?" Of course, after taking off their only shirts, Ding Ping casually groped their bodies, making them moan.

They ate a very erotic meal. Because Shirley, Lucy, Karen and Ding Ping had been making love with such vigor and for such a long time, their genitals were all red and swollen. They needed to rest for half a day. That's why Ding Ping didn't tease them anymore, but just kissed and caressed their high breasts. Even so, they were panting, and their genitals were constantly wet.

Seventeen-year-old Shirley said, "Sigh, I've had boyfriends since I was fifteen, and I've never felt so happy, so comfortable, and so invested just by chatting and laughing together. Looking back now, it was just lust, not love

." Sixteen-year-old Lucy chimed in, "Yes, my parents don't interfere in my life, but their advice is that to live together, you need love and genuine feelings; otherwise, you can only be friends, not lovers."

Karen added, "My parents say this a lot, but I don't really understand it, so I don't care what they say and always think they're meddling. But since I got together with Ding Ping a month ago, these past few months of emotional experiences have taught me what love and affection truly mean." Karen, only two months older than Mary, also uttered such philosophical words.

"Oh my god, you've all fallen for Ding Ping! What am I going to do?" Mary feigned panic. "Ding Ping is my first man, and I haven't met another man who can move my heart yet. And you've all taken a liking to him. Aren't you bullying me?"

The three of them said in unison, "Isn't that easy? We'll each introduce you to a boyfriend as compensation, that'll make up for it, won't it?"

Ding Ping objected, "Can't you show me some respect? Am I a commodity to be passed around like this?"

Ding Ping's words sparked a storm. The four of them pounced on him, saying, "It's all your fault for bewitching us. We're already being lenient by not causing you any trouble."

The atmosphere in the student dormitory suddenly became heated, the air temperature seemed to be burning, filled with heat, making Shirley and the others' hearts burn with passion, forgetting everything else.

Their full, firm breasts stood high on their chests, their nipples as red as butterflies fluttering, their skin flawless, their bodies like solidified cream, exuding an alluring magic. The four women were as beautiful as celestial beings, their faces like lotus blossoms, each possessing a unique charm, graceful and alluring, intelligent and clever. The dormant spirit of love within Ding Ping awakened. While being awestruck by their beauty, a natural male physiological response surged within him like a tidal wave. His penis, aroused by their playful antics, became even larger, thicker, and harder with his deliberate use of his divine power. Shirley

and the other three women wore expressions of urgency, their bodies trembling violently. Clearly, Ding Ping's unusual size astonished them. They abandoned their caresses and kisses on other parts of Ding Ping's body, removed his underwear, and began to admire and caress his penis, their lips frequently licking and teasing it. Eight hands and four mouths were suddenly concentrated on Ding Ping's penis.

As Ding Ping's penis trembled, the four women released their grip, involuntarily escalating to sucking and licking. As their warm lips lingered and explored his penis, the saliva flowing from their mouths completely moistened it, dripping and soaking his lower abdomen. They didn't stop; their four mouths parted, moving freely over Ding Ping's body. In some places, their touch was fleeting, while in others, they lingered, lost in ecstasy.

Ding Ping opened his heart, fully embracing their affection. This unprecedented teasing and stimulation made his heart race, his throat dry as he swallowed. His erect penis stretched between their mouths, rotating between them in turn.

Meanwhile, the four women's hands weren't idle. Eight hands reached out to caress Ding Ping's chest, kneading and pinching his bulging pectoral muscles. Each hand was gentle and delicate, full of tenderness and affection, kneading him as if he were a precious treasure, with boundless tenderness and love.

"I've never seen a body more outstanding than yours. I don't know why, but I can't control myself when I see you," Shirley said with a sigh, then gently stroked Ding Ping's long legs

and touched his neck. The others were infected by Shirley's emotions and expressed their deep sympathy. Ding Ping felt a ticklish sensation on his face from their four pairs of jade hands, like the gentle swishing of a fish's tail. Ding's manhood also bounced and contracted in and out of their mouths with their kisses, throbbing and swaying.

As if by telepathy, the four women lifted Ding Ping onto the bed. Shirley, perhaps having recovered, grabbed Ding Ping's body and pounced on him fiercely like a hungry tiger. She looked more like a burly man aroused by lust, while Ding Ping appeared as a weak, helpless woman. The other three continued to caress Ding Ping.

Suddenly, a storm seemed to rage on the bed. The four women, like tireless machines, took turns relentlessly ravaging Ding Ping. Ding Ping, however, seemed content to let them ravage him. His portrayal of a weak, submissive man only fueled their primal instincts, making them even more frenzied and wanton. They roughly kneaded, pressed, and squeezed Ding Ping, sucking and tearing at his body wantonly. It was as if they were retaliating for everything Ding Ping had done to them, rocking and rolling on his body like a whirlwind.

He didn't know how much time had passed, nor how many times each of the four women had taken turns on Ding Ping. Ding Ping only felt the sky darken, and the four women finally collapsed, exhausted, on top of, in front of, and beside him. They were all pale, panting heavily, weak, and silent, covered in sweat. They lay there, paralyzed, motionless, while his penis remained erect inside them. A trickle of warm, moist love fluid flowed from his penis to its base, wetting Ding Ping's genitals, his thighs, and the sheets beneath him.

During this orgy, Ding Ping used his divine power to transform their bodies, expelling impurities and toxins. He also brought Shirley, Lucy, and Karen into the throes of passion, completely changing their minds. Whatever he commanded, they would do. March 15th,
Chapter 90: Revealing the True Feelings.

After resting for an hour, Ding Ping woke up from his meditation practice. It was already 5 PM, but seeing that Mary, Shirley, and the other three were still asleep, he got up alone to wash up in the bathroom. Knowing he would have to go out for dinner that night, he sat in the living room reading, waiting for them to wake up.

About half an hour later, Mary woke up first, followed by Shirley, Karen, and Lucy. After they had all washed up, each of them noticed a change in themselves and others. Their skin was more radiant, and they exuded a youthful, vibrant, and positive aura, radiating stunning beauty.

"You are all getting more and more beautiful," Ding Ping praised.

The four of them looked at each other, understanding what had happened and knowing it was because of Ding Ping, so they surrounded him and showered him with kisses on the face.

Ding Ping finally managed to separate them, saying, "Don't do this now. If you're willing, I'll make you more and more beautiful and charming in the future. But shouldn't we go eat now?"

Hearing Ding Ping's words, Mary seemed to remember she was still the hostess and hurriedly said, "I'll cook."

"No need, it's already so late. Let's go out to eat," Ding Ping suggested.

"Good suggestion, let's go to the suburbs and find a place to eat," Shirley said.

Lucy and Karen also agreed, and then the five of them headed out. After getting into the car, Shirley drove ahead, leading the way, making Ding Ping and the others dizzy as they drove around on the highway until they reached the outskirts of the city. As soon as they got out of the car, they felt the air was much fresher, filled with the fragrance of spring. Green hills and clear waters stretched out in layers, and flowers bloomed everywhere. In the distance, red-roofed villas with white walls hid among the lush greenery, charmingly veiled; nearby restaurants and entertainment venues were no more than three stories high, possessing a restrained grandeur.

Shirley led Ding Ping and the others forward until they reached a seafood street that stretched for 500 meters. On one side, seafood freshly caught from the sea was on display; on the other, restaurants prepared the seafood. Greedy customers came and went, haggling over prices. Shirley patiently observed the seafood stalls, asking questions as she went. Ding Ping and the others weren't in a hurry either; they found a sense of relaxation in these seemingly mundane transactions. This place had become a fashionable leisure activity for city dwellers.

After walking for a while, the four girls got hot and took off their outer garments, leaving them in only thin shirts. This made their breasts stand out even more strikingly, attracting the attention of passersby and vendors, who seemed to want to crawl inside their shirts. The girls, however, acted as if they didn't notice, their hands in their front pockets, swaying with a cat-like gait, continuing to draw the men's attention.

As Ding Ping and his friends walked along, they looked around at the strange and wonderful sea creatures and fish they had never heard of before, which broadened Ding Ping's horizons. The four girls bought things as they walked, and soon their fingers were covered with plastic bags filled with lively river and seafood, making splashing sounds.

Shirley led Ding Ping and the others into a fast food restaurant. It wasn't crowded, and it was quiet and elegant. They sat down at a relatively quiet spot by the window, where they could see the hurried pedestrians on the street, their faces showing a sense of life.

Shirley told them how to cook the shrimp, crab, scallops, clams, and grouper, and also ordered a plate of vegetables and half a dozen beers. Shirley also ordered pork ribs with rice, a bowl of clear egg soup, stir-fried vegetables with garlic, and scrambled eggs with shrimp for Ding Ping. Seeing how experienced Shirley was, the restaurant owner no longer doubted their age, and indeed, he couldn't tell their actual age, so he didn't say anything and brought out the beer first.

Ding Ping opened a beer, enthusiastically filled everyone's glasses, and downed it in one gulp, watching the foam rise. He then asked Shirley, "How do you know this place so well?"

Shirley thought for a moment, "I came with my ex-boyfriend. His friends are always so free; they often come here with their colleagues."

"This place is really nice; it's broadened my horizons," Ding Ping said.

"I like this place too. Here, everyone eats their own food, and there's no need to be so polite. Looking at the distant sea, my mood is so open," Shirley said, her eyes fixed on the sea. From their seats, they could see the open sea, hear the crashing waves, and gaze at the boundless ocean, the floating fishing boats, and the white sand beach stretching out and gradually disappearing from sight. The feeling was indescribable.

The lights around them seemed somewhat weary, while the number of customers inside the shop gradually increased. The people, shoulder to shoulder, talked loudly, their voices mingling with the cries of vendors and the sizzling of oil in woks outside, creating a noisy, rolling wave of sound. That invisible atmosphere continued to emanate from all directions, from the sky to the ground, from the streets and shops, rising and swirling, growing ever denser. This real and warm atmosphere of life enveloped them, making the five of them feel incredibly

relaxed. Before the food arrived, Ding Ping raised his glass and drank with the four of them, then filled each of their glasses to the brim, handing them to them, speaking softly, casually sipping his beer, feeling utterly content.

When the food arrived, the five of them relaxed and ate heartily, drinking large glasses of wine. Soon, everyone was sweating profusely. Mary and the other three women took off their coats and put them behind their backs. A sweet and slightly astringent scent emanated from every strand of their hair and every inch of their skin. Ding Ping inhaled the fragrance of the young women, took a deep breath, and felt like a happy fish swimming in this sweet aroma…

After the meal, while the five of them were still playing around, a phone call came from Mary's family. The caller was urgent, so they told Mary to go back home, taking Lucy and Karen with her. Since it was on her way, Shirley was responsible for taking Ding Ping home.

When they arrived at Ding Ping's apartment, Shirley accepted his invitation to come to his home. After sitting down, Shirley's two intense eyes met Ding Ping's face. Her eyes held not only tender, sweet affection but also a flickering flame of desire. This flame was like a whip, lashing at Ding Ping's heart, making it impossible for him to look away.

Shirley stepped forward and threw herself into Ding Ping's arms, displaying extraordinary excitement. Then came the kiss; her fiery lips gradually softened after a passionate kiss, and she clung tightly to Ding Ping, her hips swaying impatiently. Shirley's hands roamed over Ding Ping's legs, skillfully pulling off his trousers and pushing him onto the sofa. Ding Ping's hands caressed Shirley's breasts through her thin shirt, and her breath suddenly became heavier, her legs spreading restlessly. Ding Ping removed her stockings and her underwear.

When Ding Ping found the zipper on Shirley's skirt, she whispered, "The air conditioner isn't on, it's a bit hot." Ding Ping then turned the air conditioner up to 26 degrees Celsius. Soon, the room temperature dropped. Ding Ping took off all their clothes, and naked, he lifted Shirley's buttocks with one hand, and with the other hand holding his already erect penis, he thrust his hips forward and inserted the entire length of his penis. Her buttocks sank, and her waist straightened up, and they were tightly and intimately intertwined.

Shirley bounced joyfully on top of him, Ding Ping's hands supporting her waist, aiding her movements. Ding Ping's penis, like a towering pagoda pointing to the sky, stood proudly, enduring wind and rain. This made Shirley even more aroused. Each thrust brought with it warm, moist love juice, which brought her immense pleasure as it splashed onto Ding Ping's penis. Her face, as beautiful as a peach blossom, was soon covered with fine beads of sweat, and her hair became disheveled, showing that she was tired. The rhythm of her movements slowed down and became sluggish, but Ding Ping's penis was still throbbing, unwilling to submit.

Ding Ping rolled over, pinning Shirley beneath him, and began thrusting into her with a frenzied, relentless pace. After what seemed like an eternity, Shirley grew weary from Ding Ping's relentless thrusting. Her body grew tired, but she seemed unsatisfied. She hoisted her thighs onto Ding Ping's shoulders, her large buttocks rising to meet his thrusts, her joyful moans unrestrained and oblivious to her surroundings. Her entire being was filled with blissful pleasure. Ding Ping could feel her internal convulsions, the entrance to his manhood seemingly becoming even smoother and easier, a gush of hot, viscous fluid gushing out. Ding Ping knew this woman was on the verge of ecstasy, so he remained motionless, occasionally swaying his hips and grinding against her.

Shirley shook Ding Ping's arms, urging him, "Faster… I'm coming… I'm going to die…" Then she rolled over and straddled Ding Ping's thighs, moving herself up and down on top of him. Ding Ping thrust rapidly inside Shirley. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, and she swayed her head, enjoying the passion. Ding Ping's lower body pressed tightly against hers, his body like a heavy sandbag against hers. His penis was still inside her. She then sat on Ding Ping's lower abdomen, her body limp as she leaned back in his arms. Ding Ping's arms encircled her waist, and they both rested, panting.

"Sister Shirley, are you happy?" Ding Ping's lips lingered on her earlobe and the tips of her hair as he softly asked.

"I'm so happy. Every time I'm with you, it's like I'm in heaven. I just want to stay there forever and never wake up," Shirley answered Ding Ping's question.

“I have a question for you,” Ding Ping whispered in Shirley’s ear. “Are you all part of an organization?”

Shirley shuddered at the question and said, “You found out after all, but we’re so regretful. We’re planning to apply to leave.”

“Don’t do that, or you’ll never have peace for the rest of your lives,” Ding Ping said. “It’s easy to get into that kind of organization, but hard to get out. Just stay where you are, do nothing. When they question you, just say you didn’t find anything wrong, and then they can dismiss you.”

Shirley nodded, nestled in Ding Ping’s arms, and went into the bedroom to lie down on the bed. They both slowly fell asleep.

When they woke up, the faint spring sunlight streamed into the house. Fine dust motes drifted around. Shirley’s face was resting on Ding Ping’s shoulder, her hands caressing his body, her desire building up.

Ding Ping got up and made Shirley lift her buttocks, spread her legs, and thrust his penis deep inside her. Shirley's head swayed slightly, her waist sinking lower, raising her white buttocks higher. Ding Ping then thrust in and out with abandon, wielding his penis in various ways, sometimes with rapid, rhythmic thrusts, sometimes with slow, deliberate pumping. The bed creaked rhythmically, and Shirley moaned rhythmically, like humming an ancient, wild song.

“You’re stronger than I imagined. Even that woman couldn’t bear to leave you.” Shirley said sincerely after reaching her first climax of the morning. “For the three of us, you not only brought us happiness, but also freed us from danger. From now on, we’ll do anything you need, even if it means going to our deaths.”

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Ding Ping stopped Shirley. “We should live happily and enjoy a good life. My purpose in freeing you was to give you a happy and fulfilling life.”

Chapter 91 Aunt Eileen (Part 1)

Just then, Mary’s phone rang. As soon as Ding Ping answered, he heard Mary crying on the other end.

“Mary, what happened?” Hearing Mary’s crying, Ding Ping immediately realized that something had happened to her family. With Mary’s cheerful personality, she wouldn’t be so heartbroken unless something very serious had happened.

“My father had an accident.” Mary continued to cry. “He was in the emergency room all night, but he still couldn’t be saved.”

Ding Ping’s mind went blank: Mary’s father was dead? Ding Ping was jolted awake by Shirley's cries. He told Shirley, "Something happened at Mary's house. Let's go to Mary's."

When they arrived, many people were already there—relatives, friends, government officials, school teachers, and others. Ding Ping found Mary grieving in a quiet corner and learned what had happened. It turned out that a teenager with a gun had stormed into a tutoring class that afternoon, near the end of the school day. He entered the classroom where Mary's father was teaching and opened fire. Her father, trying to save his children, stood alone at the classroom door, sustaining several gunshot wounds and succumbing to his injuries.

"Your father was a hero. His choice was right. I would have done the same in that situation. Don't be sad. People will remember him!" Ding Ping comforted Mary without saying much more.

Mary cried in Ding Ping's arms for a long time before slowly calming down. "My father was only in his forties, still so young, while my siblings and I are still so young. What will happen to my mother?"

“There’s always a solution. The government will definitely give you compensation and your whole family fair treatment. Don’t worry about that. You have to be strong. Your mother is definitely more heartbroken than you are. You have to take good care of her.”

Ding Ping’s words reminded Mary: “Yes, my mother hasn’t rested or cried since last night. She just sits there without saying a word. It’s definitely not normal.”

After saying that, Mary took Ding Ping to find her mother and comforted her.

“Thank you, but don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” Mary’s mother hugged Ding Ping and Mary with tears in her eyes and said, “I’m so proud of Jesse!”

Because Jesse’s heroic act moved many people, Mary’s house was crowded with people that night. Ding Ping could only comfort Mary, her siblings, and her mother; there was nothing else he could do. In the end, Mary’s mother told Ding Ping to go home and rest.

Three days later, the local government held a memorial service. Many teachers, students, and parents from all over the city spontaneously attended, and some people from other places also came. The whole process lasted for most of the day. Mary returned home to care for her mother, as her brother and sister were unable to stay home to care for their mother long-term. After discussing it with Mary, Ding Ping also moved in with her, as Mary was still grieving, and Ding Ping was worried about potential problems. Mary's mother agreed to let Ding Ping stay.

After a month or two, with Ding Ping's healing abilities and the care and encouragement of Ding Ping and her children, Mary's mother had largely recovered from her grief. Later, at Mary's mother's request, Ding Ping and Mary returned to the university, only returning to Mary's home on weekends.

Summer vacation arrived quickly, and Ding Ping and Mary were both on break. Although Ding Ping was at the research institute, he still followed the student's schedule, only dedicating himself to major research projects; the rest of the time was his own. During the vacation, Ding Ping studied and conducted research at home, visiting Mary's house weekly.

During this period, Shirley, Lucy, and Karen sometimes came alone, sometimes in pairs, and sometimes all three of them to spend weekends with Ding Ping, while Mary basically had no time or energy to spend with him.

Following Ding Ping's plan, the three of them made relatively smooth progress. Their organization was already very dissatisfied with them, believing that their work was not progressing at all. Furthermore, Ding Ping was very cooperative with them, and the technology he provided exceeded their expectations, achieving his goal. Shirley and the other two were no longer of much use, so they were gradually phased out of their organization.

Throughout this process, Ding Ping displayed an indifferent attitude towards their research institute. He deliberately provided Ding Ping with various data, research projects, development directions, etc., but only looked at them during his research, ignoring them entirely. After six months, he gained their trust.

One weekend morning, Ding Ping, as usual, went to Mary's house to visit them. Mary's two brothers were away on business, possibly for three to four weeks, and her sister was tutoring with a classmate, not returning until the evening. Therefore, only Mary and her mother were home.

After sitting down in the living room, Ding Ping, as usual, massaged Mary's mother, Irene. Before this, Ding Ping would massage her for half an hour each time he came, incorporating techniques from the Flower School of martial arts, infusing his own internal energy to clear the pent-up emotions and strengthen her meridians. Through a month of effort, Ding Ping had greatly strengthened her constitution, and she felt much better both physically and mentally than before.

"Ding Ping, thank you for taking care of me for the past month!" Irene said, enjoying the massage with her eyes closed. "If it weren't for you, I really don't know what would have become of me."

"Auntie, Uncle is a true hero, and you're no less capable. This little setback won't break you," Ding Ping said.

“I’m basically fine now. In the beginning, although I told my children I was okay, my heart was dead because Jesse’s departure was so sudden,” Eileen said. “Later, I saw that even a foreigner like you cared about me so much, so how could I not be strong? So, with your treatment, I got better day by day until I fully recovered. Your Chinese Kung Fu is really amazing. When you massaged me, it felt like there was fire in your hands. Wherever your palms touched, that area felt warm, like it was electrified, which felt incredibly comfortable.”

As she said this, Eileen’s face turned red, as if she had remembered something embarrassing.

Eileen leaned back on the sofa, wearing a thin, semi-transparent white dress due to the heat. The neckline was low, and Ding Ping was massaging her from behind. Looking down, he could clearly see her large, firm breasts trembling with his massage, their delicate movement extremely eye-catching. He could also clearly see most of her exposed breasts, so astonishingly large that they aroused Ding Ping's desire.

Ding Ping also noticed Eileen's face suddenly flush as she spoke.

"Mary has such a great figure because she has a mother with an equally great figure!" Ding Ping thought to himself, wondering why her face had turned red for no apparent reason.

As Ding Ping's hands moved from Eileen's head to her shoulders, chest, and arms, Eileen let out a soft moan of pleasure. Her body was voluptuous but not obese, and Ding Ping's hands felt wonderful against it: "It's a bit like Liu Xinhua's body. If I could sleep with her, it would definitely be just as comfortable as when I'm with Liu Xinhua." Ding Ping couldn't help but think this way while massaging her, but then he immediately berated himself, scolding himself for thinking like this in front of Mary's mother.

However, Ding Ping didn't realize that Eileen had already been aroused by his massage, only refraining from thinking about it because of Ding Ping's young age. She tried to distract herself by talking to Ding Ping to alleviate her desire, but she still couldn't resist, especially since Ding Ping's massages had made her wet lately.

After the massage, Eileen hurried to her bedroom to rest, actually going to quell the fire Ding Ping had stirred within her.

Ding Ping went to Mary's bedroom, embracing her. The fire that her mother had ignited in him hadn't subsided, and they hadn't been intimate for over a month. There was no one else in her house, and Mary also longed to make love to Ding Ping. As soon as Ding Ping embraced Mary, she responded passionately, giving him a long, fervent kiss.

Holding Mary's soft body, Ding Ping's lips followed, kissing her delicate face. Mary's arms wrapped around Ding Ping's neck, and her soft lips were quickly captured by his. Her smooth, fragrant tongue slipped into his mouth. One of Ding Ping's hands encircled her waist, while the other vigorously caressed Mary's round buttocks. Mary felt weak all over. When Ding Ping's erect, thick penis pressed against her lower abdomen, Mary could almost imagine the excruciating pleasure it would feel when it entered her.

Mary's lower body was already wet. "Mmm..." Mary leaned limply against Ding Ping, letting his hand slip under her shirt, push aside her bra, and grasp her firm, full breasts. When Ding Ping's hot hand touched Mary's soft, burning skin, her body trembled involuntarily.

Ding Ping lifted Mary's skirt with his hand, reaching between her legs to knead her sensitive, delicate vulva. Mary's legs trembled slightly, as if she were about to collapse. She turned and wrapped her arms around Ding Ping's neck, pressing herself against him to prevent herself from giving way.

Ding Ping had already lifted Mary's skirt up to her waist. Mary's round, plump buttocks began to tremble under Ding Ping's gentle caresses. Ding Ping's hand had already slipped between Mary's legs, touching her soft, moist vulva. His fingers caressed her tender, moist petals. Mary's body went limp, and her hands weakly pushed against Ding Ping's hand.

Ding Ping pulled Mary's hand to his lower body, and Mary's hand immediately grasped Ding Ping's thick, hard penis. The lust in her eyes almost turned into a pool of autumn water, and her red, luscious lips were tempting. Mary pulled Ding Ping's hand and pressed it hard against her full breasts. Ding Ping then pressed her face down onto the table by the door, lifted Mary's skirt to her waist, grabbed Mary's panties, and pulled them down.

Chapter Ninety-Two Aunt Eileen (Part Two)

Mary's two snow-white, sexy buttocks were sticking up forcefully, and from the pink peach blossom cave between the two thick petals, a milky white, somewhat turbid flow of water was flowing out. Ding Ping unbuttoned his clothes with one hand, and gently stroked Mary's soft hair and petals with the other.

Because her underwear was hanging on her legs, Mary couldn't spread them wide, making her already tight lower body even more gripping Ding Ping's penis. The intense friction from the thrusting caused Mary to moan softly, but fearing her mother would hear, she dared not be too loud. She could only furrow her brows, half-open her mouth, and twist her round, full, plump buttocks.

Mary's delicate lips were tightly closed; she was afraid her mother would hear, so she didn't allow herself to make a sound. Ding Ping's rapid back-and-forth hip movements caused Mary to involuntarily grip the edge of the table with both hands. Her blonde hair swayed with her head movements. Mary twisted her slender waist to match Ding Ping's movements, and couldn't help but hum "Mmm...uh..." through her nose.

As Ding Ping continued his repeated thrusts and Mary's juices flowed freely, his penis entered and exited Mary's flower path with increasing ease. While vigorously caressing and kneading Mary's snow-white, full buttocks, Ding Ping accelerated his thrusts, continuing to stimulate and tease her with words. Mary beneath him began to moan loudly, her words becoming indistinct and unintelligible.

Ding Ping continued to accelerate, forcefully manipulating Mary's tender, tight flower path. With each thrust, the beautiful petals of Mary's paradise opened and closed with the movement of Ding Ping's penis, her head bobbing up and down like a long-haired dance. Ding Ping vigorously fucked the beautiful, passionate young woman lying before him, watching his penis enter and exit Mary's pink paradise. Each thrust caused Mary's petals, already vibrant with passion, to bloom and secrete copious amounts of nectar, making a "splashing" sound under the impact of Ding Ping's penis.

Ding Ping couldn't help but hug Mary's slender waist tightly and pull her back forcefully. Mary's wet buttocks collided with Ding Ping's hips, making a "slap slap slap" sound. Under Ding Ping's continuous and prolonged thrusting, Mary forgot her mother's presence and kept moaning loudly in front of Ding Ping. Her snow-white body rose and fell violently with the rhythm of Ding Ping's thrusts into her flower path, and she skillfully twisted her plump buttocks to meet Ding Ping's impact. She cried out passionately, "Ding Ping... I'm coming..."

As she spoke, a gushing spring of hot water gushed out from the depths of Mary's paradise, making Ding Ping feel as if his penis was being scalded by a hot spring, feeling extremely comfortable. Ding Ping felt that his large penis inserted into Mary's paradise was like a sausage sandwiched in a sandwich, feeling infinitely wonderful. This stimulated Ding Ping's primal beastly nature to surge up. Ding Ping began to use a rough method of thrusting and pumping hard, using different moves to tease the already climaxed Mary.

Mary's body seemed consumed by desire. She lay on the table, the sounds of Ding Ping's penis thrusting in and out of her. Ding Ping grabbed Mary's hands, pinning them behind her back, and continued thrusting his penis in and out forcefully. Mary's upper body hung in the air, while her lower body was relentlessly attacked from behind. Mary seemed unable to withstand Ding Ping's rapid and forceful assault; her body trembled violently. Mary was once again brought to multiple orgasms by Ding Ping's thrusts. The tender flesh inside her vagina continued to spasm, tightly gripping and squeezing Ding Ping's large penis, as if trying to drain it dry. Mary, utterly exhausted, could no longer support the combined weight of Ding Ping and Ding Ping, and with a thud, she collapsed onto the table, motionless, only breathing heavily.

Just as Mary was savoring the afterglow of her climax, Ding Ping heard rapid, suppressed moans coming from the doorway. Startled, he quickly focused his inner energy and "looked" outside, only to be horrified: Mary's mother was leaning against the wall by Mary's bedroom door, one hand kneading her full breasts, the other reaching down to her genitals, groping herself. She was eavesdropping.

Ding Ping thought of Eileen's beauty, voluptuous body, full breasts, translucent skin, and long, slender legs, and his own desire for her. He considered her a rare and alluring woman and decided to take her under his wing. He believed that she could greatly enhance his power and, at the same time, make her younger and more beautiful.

Thinking of this, Ding Ping picked up Mary, who was slumped on the table, and carried her to the bed. He deliberately spoke in a loud voice, "Mary, let's do it again. I'm going to make you feel like you've ascended to heaven, and give you the greatest pleasure on earth!"

Mary didn't understand Ding Ping's meaning. After hearing Ding Ping say this, she groaned and replied, "I'm already in heaven. How can you be so strong? If you keep going, you'll make me faint."

"So you don't want me to do it anymore?" Ding Ping said.

"No! That's not what I mean. Why wouldn't I want you to do it? I'm afraid the woman who doesn't want you to do it hasn't been born yet," Mary said, looking at Ding Ping with seductive eyes.

"Then I'll do it. If you can't do it, just tell me," Ding Ping whispered in Mary's ear, but in a way that Eileen outside the door could hear.

Mary was as clear as jade, her skin smooth and lustrous, her body soft and supple. Her prominent breasts, flat stomach, and mysterious triangle covered with golden hair were displayed before Ding Ping. She lay flat on the bed with her legs slightly apart, her alluring spot slightly raised, below which was a tender, rosy valley. Mary had just reached the peak of pleasure, and her body was still filled with arousal, her allure burning. Hot currents coursed through her body. Her

secret opening felt itchy and moist, and her breasts, white, full, and smooth, were truly exquisite. Her rosy nipples and delicate white belly resembled ripe peaches, making them incredibly tempting.

Ding Ping came to the bed and lay down next to Mary. Their moist lips intertwined, inseparable like suction cups. Mary's perfectly shaped, full, and proud breasts fell into Ding Ping's hands, which he caressed. He wanted to tease her inch by inch, to explore every inch of her sensual skin, to arouse her most primal desires, and to bring her to the highest peak of pleasure.

Chapter Ninety-Three Aunt Eileen (Part Three)

While kissing Mary, Ding Ping's hands gripped Mary's alluring breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Soon, Ding Ping's mouth eagerly sucked on her cute little nipples, while his tongue licked Mary's untouched nipples. Mary's nipples, fully moistened by Ding Ping's saliva, were noticeably erect, showing that her mistress was beginning to react to Ding Ping's superb tongue skills. Ignoring Mary's

body's twisting movements, Ding Ping's agile tongue traveled from her alluring breasts, across Mary's slender waist, and finally stopped on a large patch of grass on her lower abdomen. Her most private parts fell under Ding Ping's gaze. Although they were already very familiar with each other, Mary felt her body burning with shame, a fire raging deep within her. Mary even felt pleasure flowing from the depths of her paradise, tempting Ding Ping to take further action.

Ding Ping did not disappoint Mary's desires. With a practiced flick of his fingers, he parted her pink petals, revealing the sweet stamen inside. Ding Ping slowly inserted his tongue into that alluring paradise, beginning to lick and savor that sensitive and enchanting area. Of course, Ding Ping did not forget the most sensitive bud; his playful tongue tip occasionally swept back and forth across that captivating pearl, causing Mary's body to spasm with pleasure. Mary's body clearly enjoyed the special service Ding Ping provided, and her tempting stamen simultaneously oozed nectar as a reward for Ding Ping's efforts.

"Ah...it feels so good...no more...don't use your mouth..." Mary was overwhelmed by the intense stimulation and couldn't escape, crying out incoherently. Little did she know that her loud cries were causing her mother, who was eavesdropping outside the door, an unprecedented discomfort that made her want to rush in immediately.

Ding Ping withdrew his tongue from Mary's already soaking wet vagina, realizing it was almost time to insert. He slowly knelt between Mary's legs, his enormous member already hardening rapidly with the impending entry into her body. Mary was also surprised to find Ding Ping's size far greater than before. The thought of this penis entering her body sent streams of fluid flowing from her vulva.

The large, round penis rubbed back and forth between Mary's soft clitoris, gathering droplets of love juice. Ding Ping's skillful seduction techniques drove Mary to ecstasy. She could only release her pent-up pleasure with loud cries.

Mary's paradise was incredibly tight, and even before penetration, she knew how to suck and bite Ding Ping's penis, bringing him a different kind of pleasure. Ding Ping couldn't wait any longer and began to thrust violently. His hands once again attacked Mary's large breasts, ruthlessly kneading them until her originally snow-white breasts turned a deep crimson.

Mary cooperated with Ding Ping's thrusts, emitting sweet and alluring moans. The intense pleasure made Mary unconsciously grip the sheets with her hands, while simultaneously clamping her long, shapely thighs tightly around Ding Ping's waist. Ding Ping's rapid and fierce thrusts made Mary almost think that her paradise was about to be pierced through by him. Countless impacts caused Mary's last sense of shame to disappear, making her forget the existence of her mother in the family. She let Ding Ping vent his passion and desire on her body again and again, and she herself became lost in it, unable to extricate herself.

Ding Ping slowly withdrew his penis, then shared a passionate, wet kiss with Mary, even letting her suck on his thick tongue. With nimble movements, he flipped Mary from her supine to her prone position, arching her buttocks backward, and then penetrated her from behind, his hands simultaneously grasping her large breasts, resuming his continuous thrusting and pounding.

Under Ding Ping's thrusting, Mary's legs trembled uncontrollably, her warm, moist vagina beginning to fiercely suck at his penis, completing the prelude to orgasm, while Mary's mind slowly went blank. Mary struggled to withstand Ding Ping's thrusts, her hands already pressed tightly against the bed, her body, covered in sweat from the intense orgasm, beginning to spasm, her cries incoherent, like sobs and screams.

Mary moaned hysterically beneath Ding Ping, her face flushed, her eyes glazed with desire. She was nearly unconscious from Ding Ping's thrusting. Her vulva gushed with desire, her flower trembled wildly, and her lower body shook and arched wildly, matching Ding Ping's powerful thrusts. His lower abdomen repeatedly pounded against her vulva, producing rhythmic "slap!...slap!..." sounds.

Sure enough, when Ding Ping's hot penis struck Mary's alluring flower again, her long-suppressed climax could no longer be held back, and she released uncontrollably. Mary, having climaxed repeatedly, collapsed weakly and limply onto the bed, while Ding Ping's penis continued to thrust with unparalleled pleasure. Seeing Mary suddenly stop moving, Ding Ping lifted Mary's beautiful legs and placed them on his shoulders, then casually picked up two thick books and placed them under Mary's plump buttocks, making her vulva protrude even higher. Then, Ding Ping grasped his penis and thrust it forcefully into Mary's vagina, penetrating her deepest point and penetrating her vulva again. He then began to thrust in and out forcefully.

Each thrust caused Mary's vagina to tighten around Ding Ping's penis.

"What a beautiful vulva!" Ding Ping exclaimed, thrusting even harder. His relentless thrusting and pulling, coupled with his ecstatic "old man pushing a cart" movements, caused Mary's body to tremble and her to utter incoherent words.

Ding Ping felt the intense contractions and gush of fluid from Mary's vulva, making his penis feel both numb and tingling. In his pleasure, Ding Ping squeezed Mary's nipples hard, the pain and pleasure causing Mary to arch her body and gush again from the depths of her vagina. She moaned beneath Ding Ping, her cries a mixture of sobs and pleas.

Mary's increasingly wanton moans fueled Ding Ping's lust, causing him to thrust his penis even more violently. He repeatedly pumped in and out of Mary's hot vagina, his eyes fixed on his own member pushing Mary's labia in and out. Mary's honeyed depths grew hotter, and the gushing fluid increased, the overflowing love juice as clear and transparent as saliva, forming a glistening layer on Mary's anus, like a mask.

Ding Ping was exhausted, his face flushed, and he was panting heavily, while Mary's breathing became heavy and rapid once more. Ding Ping

's hips thrust forcefully back and forth, his penis, deep inside Mary, soon reaching the very edge of her paradise. Ding Ping felt his large penis pressing against the deepest part of Mary's vaginal canal. Ding Ping's rapid and intense thrusting caused his penis to pound against the depths of Mary's vaginal canal, finally conquering its entrance.

Chapter Ninety-Four Aunt Eileen (Part Four)

Ding Ping thrust his penis deep into Mary's flower path. Mary moaned and groaned as Ding Ping thrust in and out, her body actively responding to his thrusts. At this moment, Ding Ping felt Mary's entire flower path tightly sucking on his penis and writhing. Ding Ping knew that his repeated stimulation had pushed Mary to a series of orgasms, filling the depths of her flower path with her vaginal fluids.

A moment later, the waves of pleasure emanating from his penis intensified. Both Ding Ping and Mary were nearing the peak of their sexual intercourse. Mary, in particular, could no longer withstand Ding Ping's rapid onslaught. After a series of thrusts and pounding attacks, she suddenly felt a spasm in her vagina, and a surge of vaginal fluid gushed out into the depths of her vaginal opening. The inner walls of her vagina contracted, tightly gripping Ding Ping's penis, while her hips thrust upwards desperately, swallowing his entire penis with her vaginal opening. Her two shapely, long legs tightly gripped Ding Ping's waist from behind.

Ding Ping thrust his long-awaited penis deep into Mary's vagina, ejaculating the essence containing countless tiny lives into her vagina again and again. Mary could also clearly feel Ding Ping's warm semen spraying into her vagina one after another, raindrops hitting the walls of her vagina. With each ejaculation, Mary lost track of how long Ding Ping had been ejaculating. Only when the last drop of sap disappeared into Mary's vagina did Ding Ping slowly withdraw his penis.

The fatigue from the intense activity and the satisfaction of ejaculation washed over him simultaneously. Ding Ping let out a long breath, swaying slightly. Mary cuddled him tightly, whispering sweet nothings. She couldn't resist giving him a passionate, deep kiss and, under Ding Ping's caresses, fell asleep.

Ding Ping had been listening to the sounds outside the door. Hearing the panting, he went to the door, opened it, and sure enough, Eileen was there, eyes closed, leaning against the wall, her hands inside her clothes, kneading her breasts, her mouth tightly shut, breathing heavily, afraid to make a sound. She hadn't even heard Ding Ping open the door.

"Auntie, what are you doing?" Ding Ping asked deliberately.

Only then did Eileen open her eyes wide. Seeing Ding Ping standing by the door watching her, she screamed and covered her eyes with her hands, running towards her bedroom.

Ding Ping knew that if he didn't follow her, it would be another huge blow to Eileen, leaving her unable to face Mary and himself, and condemning her to a life of guilt and shame.

Thinking this, Ding Ping followed Eileen into her bedroom, placing his hands on her shoulders as she sat on the edge of the bed, avoiding his gaze. He whispered in her ear, "Auntie, what's wrong?"

"I...I..." Eileen was too ashamed to speak.

"Auntie, don't be shy. These things are normal. Now that Uncle is gone, you feel even more lonely and need someone to love and care for you, so you can overcome this and live happily," Ding Ping comforted her.

"But you're my daughter's friend!" Eileen's mood improved slightly. "But you two were being too rough, especially Mary. Her shouting was so loud it woke me up. How can I possibly sleep like this?"

“You can’t blame Mary for this. She’s been just as exhausted as you have been for the past two months. She relaxed a little today and couldn’t control herself,” Ding Ping said. “But I think she’s right. Why should she control her pleasure?”

As he spoke, Ding Ping sat down next to Eileen, his hand sliding from her shoulder to her chest, and he pressed his naked body against her, his penis against her waist.

“I can’t do this,” Eileen said weakly, grabbing Ding Ping’s hand that was moving towards her chest. “You’re seeing Mary, and she’s more than twenty years younger than me. It’s too much.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Ding Ping’s hand moved forcefully towards Eileen’s chest, but without any force, just slowly moving forward. “I do this with my stepmother at home, and we’re all happy.”

“Really?” Eileen didn’t find Ding Ping’s words shocking. She was asking if it was true, which meant she wasn’t against it, but just wondering if it was possible.

“Would I lie to you?” Ding Ping said, pretending to be angry, his hand sliding down a little more, almost to the edge of Eileen’s large, full breasts.

“I’m not saying you’re lying to me, I just want to verify.” Eileen didn’t stop Ding Ping’s hand anymore, explaining her question: “How did you and your stepmother start?”

“It was natural, just like you and me now. I appeared in front of her naked, and she suddenly stared at my lower body, frozen in place. Then it happened. During that time, we didn’t think about anything, we were just wildly immersed in it. We were both very happy. Afterwards, my stepmother said she shouldn’t have thought too much before and wasted so much time and suffered so much.” Ding Ping answered Eileen’s question, his fingers moving to Eileen’s breasts, gently caressing them.

Eileen let out a soft moan. She had been drawn into the role by Ding Ping, imagining herself as being like his stepmother. If she didn’t let go of everything else now, it would be too late to regret it later.

She had felt a stirring of attraction when Ding Ping massaged her before, but each time she thought of him as her daughter's boyfriend, she felt ashamed of having such thoughts and desperately suppressed them, causing her countless sleepless nights. Today, hearing Mary's joyful cries, she couldn't resist eavesdropping outside her door. She tried to leave, but her legs wouldn't move, and she ended up ejaculating several times while listening.

When Ding Ping discovered her, her mind went blank. She hurriedly ran back to her room, worried about what would happen if Ding Ping discovered her shameful behavior. When Ding Ping came in, and she thought his words made sense, she felt relieved. When Ding Ping's hands touched her breasts, she felt a surge of pleasure and a warm sensation in her lower body, feeling a warm flow. She couldn't help but moan.

Seeing her reaction, Ding Ping knew she had consented, so he didn't say anything and began his movements on her.

Today, Auntie was wearing a cool, sexy, semi-transparent white dress, which was extremely alluring to Ding Ping while he was massaging her. She was wearing a silk off-white camisole that Mary had bought for her when they were together, which couldn't hide her large breasts at all, making Eileen's enormous breasts appear even larger. From the side, Ding Ping could see about a third of her breasts, especially the sides, which were basically completely exposed, revealing their rounded curves. Underneath, she wore a pink bra and panties.

Chapter Ninety-Five Auntie Eileen (Part Five)

After Ding Ping's hand reached Eileen's breasts, he slipped inside her bra and pressed hard. The feeling was wonderful, allowing Ding Ping to truly feel her size and softness.

"Auntie, how come yours are so big? What size bra do you wear?" Ding Ping asked in Eileen's ear as she panted heavily.

“I’m an E-cup, which is considered large, but not huge. Many people I know are bigger than me; they’re all F-cups,” Eileen answered Ding Ping’s question, while simultaneously responding to his passionate kisses and caresses. She reached her hand to Ding Ping’s bare chest, stroking his strong muscles, and said, “It’s good to be young. Your muscles are so firm and strong.”

Ding Ping unbuttoned Eileen’s shirt, turned to face her, knelt between her legs, placed his hand on her lower abdomen, and lifted her skirt. Her skirt was short, revealing the inside of her spread thighs, the semi-transparent white silk lining, and the faint outline of golden pubic hair. Deep within, there was a dark, deep yellow shadow, contrasting beautifully with her snow-white, plump thighs.

Ding Ping’s hand rested on the base of Eileen’s plump thighs, feeling a slight tremor in her, but she didn’t make a sound. Ding Ping’s hand moved to the edge of that yellow shadow, to her hairy, mysterious area. Even the sliver of Eileen's exposed skin, and the fragrance emanating from her body, stirred Ding Ping's emotions, making his blood boil. His penis immediately hardened, almost bursting through his underwear. The sight of the aunt's fair, smooth skin ignited Ding Ping's lust, making him unable to resist! This was a scene Ding Ping hadn't experienced in recent years.

Although Eileen's body reacted intensely, she didn't rush into action, only gently caressing Ding Ping's body, maintaining the reserve of a middle-aged woman. Ding Ping stood up and embraced her. She didn't resist. Ding Ping pressed his lips to Eileen's, his tongue slipping inside her mouth, gently parting her teeth. Under Ding Ping's teasing, she slowly opened her mouth, her tongue lightly touching Ding Ping's lips before quickly withdrawing it.

Ding Ping slipped his tongue into Eileen's mouth, searching for her soft, slippery tongue. She didn't let go, displaying the reserve of a middle-aged woman, letting her tongue, soft as an eel, glide across his tongue.

Ding Ping chased Eileen's tongue for a long time until he caught it, pressing it down and forcefully sucking the fragrant juices from her mouth. Her body trembled, arching her back against Ding Ping's chest. Ding Ping could even feel a surge of heat from her slightly protruding nipples.

Knowing Eileen's passion had been aroused, Ding Ping kissed her trembling lips even more passionately. One hand encircled her neck, while his right hand gently moved down, lightly grasping her large, high breasts. Her breasts, flushed, stood proudly erect, the originally pink nipples glowing a feverish red from the engorged passion. Ding Ping rubbed her nipples with his index finger and thumb, making them even harder.

Ding Ping lowered his head, embracing and kissing Eileen's delicate, snow-white neck. His right hand squeezed her breasts harder. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she began to moan softly. She became more proactive, her hand reaching between Ding Ping's legs, grasping his penis and stroking it. Her mouth kissed Ding Ping's chest and nipples, and she breathed heavily as she whispered in Ding Ping's ear, "Your thing isn't small either. How could Mary have handled it at first?"

"Is mine that big? I've never heard Mary say that before," Ding Ping replied, teasing her with his words.

"You're Mary's first man. How would she know the size of other men?" Eileen retorted.

At this moment, Ding Ping had already pulled down Eileen's skirt and removed her underwear, saying, "So, you've had many men?"

"You're just trying to find loopholes. How can you reason like that?" Eileen said, naturally spreading her legs under Ding Ping's caresses.

"Then tell me, how many men have you had?" Ding Ping didn't let Eileen off the hook, reaching between her spread legs and caressing her now completely exposed genitals.

"Ah..." Eileen moaned softly, saying, "Why are you asking that? Ah... your hands are so good at this..."

Ding Ping slipped his hand into her vagina, finding her G-spot and teasing it. This sent shivers down Eileen's spine, a surge of pleasure coursing through her body and reaching her brain, causing her to involuntarily cry out, "That's great! Ah!..."

Ding Ping quickly stopped, letting Eileen's pleasure subside, and said, "Will you tell me how many men you've had?"

Eileen squirmed uncomfortably, wanting Ding Ping to give her more stimulation. Sensing Ding Ping stop, she hurriedly said, "Don't you know this is a woman's crucial moment? How can you stop now? You just want to know how many men I have, right? Let me tell you, I only have a dozen or so, not many."

"You don't have many men? I only have a dozen or so women now, and I think that's a lot," Ding Ping said, his fingers moving inside her again.

"Hurry up!" Eileen urged Ding Ping, "You don't understand the situation in our country. Here, sex is treated like food. If someone doesn't have a lover, people will look down on you, saying you have no charm. Women like me with only a dozen or so men are rare; most women have hundreds. And another thing, it's even rarer for a beautiful woman like me to only have a dozen or so men."

Ding Ping knew she was probably telling the truth, because girls like Shirley, only sixteen or seventeen years old, already had about a dozen boyfriends, let alone the over-forty, very beautiful Eileen. If she wanted, she certainly wouldn't have few men.

"Their things are all smaller than mine?" Ding Ping continued to tease Eileen with his words, making her lie down on the bed, spread her beautiful legs, and insert his thick penis into her already flooded body.

Her private parts were a little tight, and as soon as Ding Ping entered, she groaned loudly, her groans seemingly mixed with a trace of sorrow. Ding Ping saw that her beautiful face seemed to be distorted. Ding Ping was very curious; how could Eileen, who had already given birth to four children, still have such a tight vagina? At the same time, he realized that her body was truly neglected.

Ding Ping gently and slowly thrust in and out of her body. As her expression grew more and more pleasant and her moans grew louder, he whispered in her ear, "Auntie, are you comfortable?"

Chapter Ninety-Six: Mother and Daughter in Three Flowers (Part One)

Eileen tightly hugged Ding Ping's back, her hips thrusting upwards to meet his thrusts. She breathed heavily as she replied, "Very good. I didn't expect you to be so considerate and so skilled at such a young age. It makes me feel very comfortable. It's just that your thing is a bit too big. At first, I couldn't take it!"

Ding Ping withdrew his penis from Eileen's body and said to her, who was looking at him with some confusion, "Auntie, I will definitely let you experience the greatest pleasure of being a woman!"

As he spoke, Ding Ping's fingers came to the upper part of Eileen's beautiful vulva and pressed on her small protrusion, that is, her clitoris. When Ding Ping's fingertips touched Aunt Eileen's clitoris, her whole body trembled as if she had been electrocuted, and her moans suddenly became louder, even louder than before, as if her cries were mixed with joyful sobs. She was too sensitive.

Ding Ping began kissing her lips, her neck, and then her swollen breasts. Her moans came in waves. Ding Ping gently stroked the inside of her thighs. Her thick body hair was like a jungle of desire waiting for Ding Ping to explore. When Ding Ping lightly teased her private parts with the tip of his tongue, she suddenly moaned wildly, forgetting that Mary was still at home. Ding Ping inserted his tongue to explore her secret place, and she trembled all over and moaned wildly.

Ding Ping opened his mouth and, inside Eileen's paradise, wantonly bit her red lips, licked her nipples, and frequently thrust his tongue in and out of her vagina. Eileen pressed Ding Ping's head down with her hands, constantly thrusting her hips, as if wanting Ding Ping to penetrate her. Her moans grew louder, and thick love juice gushed out from her lower body, like a burst dam, soaking her entire private area and running down her thighs, wetting a large patch of the bedsheet beneath her.

At this moment, Ding Ping heard someone quietly approaching their room. He thought Mary had woken up and heard Eileen's moans, and wanted to come and see what was going on. But the thought of Mary peeping from outside filled Ding Ping with a strange excitement, and he became even more vigorous with Eileen. Eileen, however, forgot everything, completely immersed in the moment, her body twisting wildly and her mouth screaming loudly.

When the man arrived at Eileen's bedroom door, he indeed stopped and eavesdropped. After a while, heavy breathing came from the man's mouth. Ding Ping knew the person outside was also aroused. He thought to himself: Since Mary has discovered his affair with her mother and hasn't come in to interrupt them, it means she accepts what they're doing. Why not let her come in and join them? Without

further ado, Ding Ping stood up, gestured to Eileen who was looking at him, saying he had to go out for a moment. Then he walked to the door, flung it open, and saw Mary with her head down and back to the bedroom. He said, "Mary, what are you doing outside?" and reached out to hug her.

Unexpectedly, the woman screamed and struggled desperately to break free from Ding Ping's embrace. But Ding Ping thought she was a little embarrassed; he had already hugged her, how could he let her escape? He held her tightly as they entered the room, whispering in her ear, "Your mother knows we're together, and she's with me too. Now that you know, why don't we play together?"

Mary didn't speak, but seeing she couldn't break free from Ding Ping's embrace, she looked up at him and said, "I'm not Mary, I'm her sister Alice."

Ding Ping was stunned, stammering, "Alice, it's you? Weren't you supposed to be back tonight?"

At that moment, her mother, Eileen, opened her eyes and saw Alice standing blushing by the bed, while Ding Ping stood there, bewildered, holding Alice, unsure whether to hold her or let go.

Eileen knew what had happened. Showing her competence, she wasn't shy anymore. She got up and walked towards Alice and Ding Ping, pulling them apart and leading Alice to sit on the bed. She asked, "Alice, how long have you been back?"

"Mom, I've been back for about an hour. I went to my bedroom to tidy up my things, then I used the bathroom. When I came out and sat in the living room, I heard you calling me. I thought you weren't feeling well, but after listening for a while, I felt something was wrong and didn't come in. Later, Ding Ping opened the door, thought it was Mary, and pulled me in without even looking." Alice, like a child who had done something wrong, lowered her head and quietly recounted what had happened.

“This isn’t Ding Ping’s fault. It was Mom who started it.” Eileen immediately shifted all the blame. “If you want to blame someone, blame Mom.”

“Mom, how could I blame you? When Dad was alive, we all knew that your sex life with him wasn’t normal, that Dad had some problems, and that you hadn’t experienced pleasure for many years,” Alice said. “But we couldn’t interfere, so we could only watch, and we were very anxious, hoping you could have a normal married life. Even if Dad couldn’t, we hoped you could find a good man.”

“I was wondering why Auntie’s body was so tight,” Ding Ping interjected. “I’ve been thinking about this, but I couldn’t figure it out. Now that Alice has said it, I understand.”

“Understand what?” Alice looked up at Ding Ping, who was standing naked to the side, and said, “You little brat, you have quite a few tricks up your sleeve.”

“You’re the little brat!” Seeing that Alice wasn’t angry, Ding Ping’s mood improved. He picked up his enormous penis and said, “Have you ever seen a little brat with something this big?”

“Stop fooling around, Alice. I have a question for you,” Eileen said.

“What is it, Mom?”

“What do you think of Ding Ping?”

“He’s a nice guy, but he’s already Mary’s boyfriend,” Alice said. The implication was that if he weren’t Mary’s boyfriend, she would be with Ding Ping.

“That’s not a problem. I’ll talk to Mary,” Eileen said. “Ding Ping and I are already like this. If you think Ding Ping is alright and can accept him, then we can both serve Ding Ping, right? If you don’t like Ding Ping, please don’t tell anyone about me and Ding Ping.”

“I have no problem with that. That would be a bargain for Ding Ping,” Alice said, blushing and lowering her head.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll go out. You and Ding Ping can have some fun.” Eileen made a huge concession for Ding Ping.

“Mom, why are you going out? Judging from your condition, you haven’t reached your climax yet, have you?” Alice’s words made Eileen’s face turn red. “In that case, why don’t we go together?”

Chapter 97 Mother and Daughter Three Flowers (Part Two)

“Can you accept that we both serve the same man?” Eileen said. At this crucial moment, she definitely didn’t want to go out. Just as Alice said, she was in the middle of the fun and hadn’t reached her climax yet.

“What’s wrong with that?” Alice said. “I often have several girlfriends with one man. It seems to be fashionable now. I’ve heard that many people have done it like me.”

“You two are ridiculous. Times have really changed.” Eileen sighed.

Seeing that Alice understood her and didn’t mind mother and daughter serving one man, Eileen was relieved. She was afraid that her daughter would look down on her because of this.

Ding Ping approached Alice, embraced her, and said, "Sister understands Auntie so well. I'll make sure you're both happy."

He then began undressing Alice, and soon she was naked under his touch. Alice's skin was snow-white, voluptuous, and plump; her buttocks were round and smooth, the cleft clearly defined, her flesh incredibly elastic; her thighs were long, white, and tender, her calves firm yet supple. Her vibrant youthful body exuded a powerful, sunny aura.

Looking at the mature and voluptuous Aunt Eileen, like a peony blooming in summer, and the youthful Alice, like a peach blossom just opening in spring, each with their own unique beauty, Ding Ping felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen, and instantly his manhood stood erect like a towering pillar. At the same time, Ding Ping noticed a hidden fire burning in the eyes of both Eileen and Alice; their tongues rapidly licked their dry lips, and their nostrils flared with restless breaths.

Just as Ding Ping lunged at Alice, she said, "I came back all sweaty, I'll go take a shower first, you and Mom go first."

"Then let's all take a shower together," Ding Ping suggested, pulling Eileen into the bathroom regardless of her agreement. Ding Ping embraced Eileen, and Alice hugged them from behind, turning on the shower and letting the water spray over the three of them. The three of them embraced in the shower of water droplets. At this moment, Ding Ping, sandwiched between the mother and daughters, became passive, letting them caress and examine his body. Clearly, Ding Ping's naked body and his strong, taut muscles excited them, and their trembling hands and legs shook even more violently.

Their gazes, their fingers caressing Ding Ping, in turn fueled their caresses. As their hands, one from the front, from Ding Ping's chest, and the other from the back, slowly and persistently traversed his abdomen and buttocks, they breathed heavily with excitement. The rushing water, like a torrential downpour, splashed against their bodies, but this did nothing to diminish their passion.

They thrust their fully erect breasts forward, like a pair of angry, white rabbits, their nipples hard and erect, rubbing them against Ding Ping's chest and back. Their lower bodies also rubbed vigorously against Ding Ping's genitals and buttocks. Ding Ping closed his eyes, doing nothing, simply enjoying the caresses of the mother and daughter.

Finally, the three of them finished washing and went to the bedroom. Ding Ping took the initiative to get up and had Eileen and Alice lie side by side on the bed. Ding Ping stood by the bed, his erect penis aimed at Eileen first. She seemed somewhat afraid, covering her lower abdomen with her hands, but her eyes were full of anticipation. Ding Ping removed Eileen's hands, spread her legs, and slowly squeezed his penis inside. In the warm, moist, and slippery place, Ding Ping subconsciously began to thrust. She was initially uncomfortable, but gradually became more and more aroused, letting Ding Ping increase the intensity of his thrusts.

With each heavy slam of Ding Ping, Eileen moaned with pleasure, the sound rising from a low, muffled tone to a high pitch, from slow to rapid, her moans interspersed with murmurs that Ding Ping couldn't understand, until the sound caused her body to tremble, making her body a constantly spinning machine, shaking and quivering on the bed under Ding Ping's thrusts.

Alice was also on top of her mother, Eileen, her lips around Eileen's breast, licking and kissing it incessantly, occasionally biting Eileen's erect, red nipples with her teeth. Her hand was on the point where Ding Ping's penis met Eileen's genitals, pressing hard on her clitoris, giving Eileen even greater stimulation.

Stimulated by both Ding Ping and her daughter Alice, Eileen became extremely aroused, her body twisting and turning like a pretzel, emitting high-pitched, captivating moans.

Eileen's cries were like a spell, fueling Ding Ping's lust; waves of passion surged through his body, searching for an outlet. Ding Ping leaned down, pressing his hands on her smooth shoulders. His body expanded and contracted like a bowstring, making the room unbearably hot. Drops of water or sweat from Ding Ping's hair fell onto her fair skin. Her moans turned into ecstatic cries, like weeping, like water rushing and surging from a dam crack.

Eileen's hands, which had been tightly gripping Ding Ping's forearms, loosened and fell heavily onto the bed, like two ropes hanging limply. Her previously incessant, beautiful moans abruptly stopped, and a gush of fluid gushed from her lower body. She finally reached her climax under the watchful eyes of her daughter, Alice, and drifted into a deep sleep.

Ding Ping turned and pulled Alice close. Her lower body was already overflowing with desire, her eyes were filled with lust, her breathing was heavy, and she was moaning softly. When Ding Ping's tall body pressed down on Alice like a tower, she spread her legs wide, easily accepting him without the slightest awkwardness or restraint. She writhed ecstatically beneath Ding Ping, whose panting was almost incantation. He had only one thought: to convulse violently, his eyes gleaming with bestial lust, and his gasps like the whistling of a strong wind.

After a frenzied assault, Ding Ping stopped, pressing his penis firmly against her vulva. Alice grabbed a towel from the pillow and wiped the sweat from Ding Ping's brow. Then she said, "Let me get up." Alice

nimbly flipped over like a cat, straddling Ding Ping. Her hand caressed his penis, grasping it in her palm, and she said, "Your thing is really big, but I like it. Like a plump cactus in the desert, it feels so good to hold it in my hand." As she spoke, she sank down, and once she swallowed Ding Ping's penis, she began to leap and bounce on his body. Her naked, snow-white body moved left and right, swaying and trembling in Ding Ping's sight. Her skin, shoulders, breasts, and even her toes were all actively and incessantly swaying.

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