[Human Nature in All Its Forms—Player Alang]

Human Nature in All Its Forms—Player Alang
Author: kuer (If you like it, say kuer) 　　Published 　　: 　　2003/09/05
on: Erotic Coastline
**************** ... 　　This article is dedicated to celebrating the 2nd anniversary of Coastline and the 2nd anniversary of the Chinese Men's 　　National Football Team's qualification 　　for 　　the 　　World 　　Cup 　　. Kuer 　　, 　　always striving for higher titles . 　　**************** 　　... 　　Alang retired from the national team two years ago, not because he was incapable, but 　　because his relationship with head coach Ami soured. Many people advised him against acting impulsively, but if 　　Alang weren't so impulsive and decisive, he wouldn't be Alang. 　　After retiring from the national team, Alang returned to his club and remained captain, his impulsive and fiery temper unchanged; he was still 　　the "big boss" Alang everyone knew. 　　These past few days, almost everyone in City C has been asking, "Did you get the tickets?" The ticket windows at the stadium 　　have been packed with long lines. Why? Because this weekend, Shide Club will be visiting City C to challenge Xinshixiang 　　Club, a key match in this round of Jia A League. Naturally, it's a matter of great interest to many citizens of City C, from the mayor 　　and secretary to ordinary citizens, all showing extraordinary concern for the game. 　　As for the players, they've been preparing intensively for a week. After the last round of Jia A League, the club didn't 　　give the players a day off as usual, but instead brought them directly back to their training camp, starting intensive training the very next day. That was 　　tough on the players. They could have gone out that night to have some fun and find some beautiful women to relieve their pent-up desires, but now… 　　Alang certainly considered complaining to the team leader, but what good would it do? The club's boss had already spoken: " 　　Everything is now for preparing for the match against Shide. After the match, three days of rest!" 　　Sunday, 3:00 PM, the C City Stadium was packed. In the home team's locker room, a group of men 　　were bursting with energy, thinking about the upcoming match and the even more exciting program that evening… 　　The match kicked off promptly at 3:30 PM. Alang's team, New Ideas, lived up to their reputation after a week of intensive training, carrying 　　the enthusiastic support of their home fans, and cleanly and decisively defeated the visiting Shide Club. 　　Alang scored the winning goal in the match. Watching the cannonball-like ball pierce through Shide's goal, watching it 　　slam heavily into the net, Alang felt as if a sharp weapon had pierced through 　　the lower body of a stunningly beautiful woman, finally ejaculating streams of hot fluid inside her—a feeling of exhilarating pleasure. 　　After the game, the players went back to the locker room to shower and change. Given Alang's special position on the team 　　, he usually had a private locker room, but he always squeezed into the communal locker room with his teammates 　　, saying that was where the atmosphere was. 　　"After a week of being cooped up, my dick's practically calloused." 　　"Tonight we're going to have a good time, damn it, we'll have to stay up all night!" 　　"Call KK, tell Mom to get ready, we're going to have a blast tonight... haha." 　　I think that besides money, what men talk about most is women and sex. 　　Alang didn't say anything, but everyone knew that he would definitely be involved in the evening's activities, and 　　the prettiest girls would be reserved for him. 　　It was almost 6 pm after showering. Alang and his teammates left what they called their "concentration camp." 　　Many teammates drove away, but Alang didn't, because his famous TV host girlfriend, Liu Mei, would pick 　　him up. 　　A red New Beetle was parked in front of the dormitory. A 　　stylish white-collar woman with an hourglass figure, dressed in a fashionable suit, leaned elegantly against the car, waiting for her boyfriend, 　　Alang, a soccer player. 　　"Alang, why did it take you so long? I've been waiting for half an hour!" the woman said coquettishly as she rushed forward. 　　Alang happily went to meet her, putting an arm around Liu Mei's slender waist and kissing her luscious 　　lips. His tongue wandered into her mouth. He had been trapped for a week, and he wanted to have sex with a woman too. 　　Liu Mei obviously couldn't stand such a long, deep kiss. She pulled away from Alang's mouth, panting, "I can't take it anymore 　　... huff, let's get in the car and get something good to eat, Alang." 　　Alang grinned lewdly, "You can't handle a kiss? What if my big cock fucks you 　　? Haha!" He said, taking Liu Mei's arm and leading her to the car. 　　"Ugh, you're always trying to take advantage of me the moment we meet. I'll drive, you can rest on the way, okay? 　　Hehe." Liu Mei opened the driver's side door and started the car. 　　"Yeah, yeah, get some rest, hehe, I can do you properly after I'm rested, haha!" 　　A Lang was being cheeky again, but this also revealed what he and she were thinking. 　　The red Newbeetle sped along the highway towards the city. 　　A Lang, who had just finished an intense football match, was now fast asleep in the car, snoring loudly. "You little devil, even your snoring is so 　　loud." Liu Mei looked at her beloved with affection. 　　The car came to a smooth stop in the parking lot of the most luxurious hotel in C City, the Emperor Hotel. Liu Mei didn't wake A Lang immediately 　　; she was considerate of him and knew he needed to rest.

But just then, Liu Mei's phone rang, much to her chagrin. She answered quietly,
"Hello, what is it?"
"Okay, okay, I got it. I'll be at the studio on time." She hung up. Liu Mei was about to turn her head to
see if A Lang had been woken up when, unexpectedly, her lips were forcefully covered by two full lips.
The man and woman in the car stared at each other, their lips pressed tightly together. A Lang's hands wandered
inside Liu Mei's shirt, climbing up her firm breasts. Liu Mei moved her body passionately, "Okay, I'll do it later
… let's eat first, you big pervert."
"Okay, let's eat first, then I'll eat you, haha." A Lang's words were laced with teasing ambiguity.
They were regular customers of the Emperor Hotel, so a private room was always reserved for them, and
no one could disturb them without their orders.
The dishes were served quickly, and seeing such delicious food, Alang simply took off his shirt and began to wolf down his food, shirtless 　　. Alang was clearly starving, completely disregarding table manners; Liu Mei, on the other hand, watched Alang's ravenous eating with fascination
, 　　while she herself ate very little. 　　After they were full, Alang finally remembered Yu Tang, the woman beside him waiting to be taken. Liu Mei, who had drunk some red wine, 　　had a pinkish allure on her cheeks, and her almond-shaped eyes and luscious lips awakened Alang's lust, which had been dormant for seven days. 　　"Come on, give me a blowjob." Alang pulled Liu Mei to his side, pressing her head down with his hand. Alang was always 　　as savage and domineering with women as he was on the basketball court. 　　Liu Mei was obviously familiar with Alang's personality; she obediently knelt on the sheepskin carpet, bent down, opened 　　her small mouth, and began to suck on Alang's already swollen and thick penis. Liu Mei, with her experience, licked from the tip of the penis all the way 　　to the wrinkled scrotum. Her delicate hands forcefully pulled back the foreskin, fully exposing the swollen, purple glans 　　. She skillfully sucked and licked, carefully licking the urethral opening and the folds of the penis; her slender 　　hands gently massaged Alang's ugly scrotum. 　　Alang enjoyed Liu Mei's ministrations; the warm, wet sensation fueled an even stronger urge in his genitals. He wasn't 　　satisfied. He placed his hands on the back of Liu Mei's head, roughly shaking it back and forth. This oral stimulation 　　felt like a penis inside a woman's vagina, or like 　　the feeling of masturbating with his left hand in the training camp dormitory. 　　This was truly a challenge for our well-known host at C City TV station; her delicate mouth was meant for 　　making a living, and now she had to serve these stinky men. The thick, hard penis thrust wildly into Liu Mei's mouth 　　. She couldn't swallow her saliva, which flowed freely from the corners of her mouth with each thrust. 　　Liu Mei couldn't bear A Lang's roughness. She braced her small hands on A Lang's waist, attempting a helpless resistance. 　　Her mouth, which Liu Mei had always been proud of, was no longer the effortlessly eloquent mouth she displayed on television; she could only make " 　　ooh...ooh, sizzling sounds." 　　Seeing Liu Mei's saliva flowing freely from her lips and her flushed, struggling face, A Lang released 　　his hand from Liu Mei's head. Without the rough thrusting, Liu Mei immediately gasped for breath. "You jerk 　　, so rough, cough cough..." 　　Liu Mei slumped onto the wool carpet. 　　"Haha, you should know, I haven't done it with you for seven days, ha..." A Lang was always that 　　direct. After saying that, Alang picked up Liu Mei, who was sitting on the ground, and threw her onto the large sofa against the wall. 　　"Little Mei, I'm here." 　　Before Liu Mei could even react, Alang pounced on her like a hungry wolf, his massive body pressing down on her delicate body 　　. 　　Alang always took the initiative during sex, never using fancy moves or foreplay, always going straight to 　　the point, just like his style of playing football. Every movement was direct, simple, and effective: a 　　quick turn, a burst of power, a straight charge, and once the goal was in sight, he would unleash a powerful kick. Because he believed in the principle of "survival of the fittest," 　　he wanted to attack his opponent with the most powerful weapon, to make his opponent, whether on the field or in bed, 　　submit and beg for mercy. 　　A-Lang's large hand reached directly into Liu Mei's short, narrow business skirt, encountering its first obstacle 　　—pantyhose. Without pausing, he ripped off the inconvenient garment. "How many times have I told you ? Don't wear pantyhose anymore!" A-Lang 　　commanded the beautiful woman beneath him like 　　a captain issuing orders to his teammates on a sports field . 　　Liu Mei responded meekly. In truth, she longed for a quick and direct encounter. It had been a week since she'd 　　been intimate with such a strong man. She loved the scent of A-Lang that none of her other male friends possessed; 　　she loved his strong, powerful arms, his broad, muscular chest; and most of all, she loved the powerful 　　thrusts she couldn't experience with other men—the relentless, pounding thrusts, the full, satisfying feeling, 　　the pleasure of each stroke. This famous host, the dream girl of countless men in City C, was utterly captivated, even 　　addicted. 　　Liu Mei caressed A Lang's firm chest muscles with one hand, while unzipping her skirt with the other. "Lang, 　　slow down... take off your skirt first..." 　　A Lang also found the short, narrow skirt disgusting. He quickly pulled off the skirt around Liu Mei's waist, 　　leaving her only in a small piece of pink lace lingerie. This meager amount of fabric clearly couldn't cover 　　Liu Mei's plump pubic area; curly pubic hair lay scattered along the edge of the lingerie, and the fabric at the inverted triangle edge, soaked with her 　　vaginal fluid, looked particularly vibrant. A Lang didn't want to spend any more time on this area; his hand effortlessly 　　tore the edge of the lingerie, not even wanting to waste time taking it off. 　　"Oh no, you've ripped my underwear! How am I supposed to go on TV now?" Liu Mei looked at 　　A Lang's rough handling and knew that coquetry was a woman's weapon. "No way, you have to pay me back! You have to pay me back!" 　　A Lang ignored Liu Mei's whining and continued to roughly unbutton her shirt. 　　Worried that A Lang would also tear her shirt, Liu Mei quickly helped him unbutton it herself. 　　The annoying buttons were completely undone, revealing dazzlingly fair skin, and a pink lace bra completely concealing her...

Unable to resist Liu Mei's proud 34D breasts, A Lang, before she could even take off her clothes
, reached for her burgeoning breasts. The firm, full breasts were too large for A Lang's large hand to grasp. He roughly
pushed up her bra, revealing her two lively, bouncing breasts. A Lang's large mouth, like a bee finding nectar,
began to suckle and tease Liu Mei's ample breasts.
Liu Mei liked A Lang's tolerable roughness during sex; her body needed comfort, her
vagina needed fullness. Liu Mei's slender fingers roamed alluringly over A Lang's genitals, caressing
the root of his penis that she both loved and hated, yet couldn't escape, feeling its powerful throbbing
and the prominent veins.
"Ah...uh..." Liu Mei let out a low moan as A Lang attacked her breasts from both sides. Her
drunken moans were enough to make any man drunk, but she didn't want Ah Lang to actually fall drunk at this moment; she needed
Ah Lang's mad love for her.
To love a woman, you must give her the most powerful proof, and the most powerful proof comes from a man's most powerful
weapon—your penis.
Liu Mei felt the erect hardness of his penis in her palm, while her own vagina was like a dripping, juicy peach,
ready to be picked.
During sex, Ah Lang didn't use many words; actions spoke louder than words,
a stark contrast to his arrogant style on the football field.
Ah Lang guided his penis to the source of the stream in Liu Mei's dark forest, thrusting his hips forward, his entire
penis completely entering Liu Mei's tight honeyed passage. Liu Mei's brows furrowed, her delicate body trembled, and she let out
a passionate moan, "Ah!"
That "Ah" was like the referee's whistle at the start of a match, signifying the official start of the game and the need for full
commitment. This "Ah," on the other hand, meant he was going all out for a
carnal battle that required the same full commitment.
Alang leaned against Liu Mei's trembling body, his hands on the sofa, his hips moving up and down
like a pile driver, thrusting relentlessly. Liu Mei lay half-reclined on the sofa, her delicate hands soothing Alang's firm chest,
her head held high, her hair flying wildly, her lips slightly parted, emitting seductive moans, "Ah... um... harder... harder...
Lang, you... you're so amazing... I, I love you to death..."
His penis tirelessly plowed through Liu Mei's fertile field, the tender flesh of her vagina sucking
at every inch of it, the glans slamming heavily into the depths of her honeyed passage. Every thrust of Alang's was relentless, his weapon
mercilessly penetrating the woman beneath him, conquered by lust.
"Slap, slap..." Each impact of their genitals produced this sound, which excited
and thrilled Alang. It was like the thrill of hearing a "crack" on a player's foot during a tackle, knowing
the opponent would be suspended for at least two games. This made him thrust even faster.
Liu Mei's vagina had gone from initial discomfort to feeling completely at ease. The fullness
and pleasure from Alang's penis, combined with the waves of pain from the impact, caused her to spasm. Each brief withdrawal of his penis
from her body left an unpleasant emptiness that made her want to cry. It made her arch her back, desperately preparing for
the next heavy thrust. She hoped this emptiness wouldn't last too long, even if it was just a brief moment of thrusting
.
The intense pleasure made Alang feel suffocated. Even the air-conditioned private room couldn't cool his lust. His purple
glans was repeatedly kissed by Liu Mei's flower core, his taut penis squeezed by Liu Mei's tight flesh walls. Waves of
pleasure spread from his brain to every pore of his body. Alang looked at the
half-naked beauty beneath him, completely immersed in a sea of pleasure. He placed his hands on Liu Mei's jade buttocks and forcefully lifted her entire delicate body up
.
Suddenly, his back lost its support, and he was lifted into the air. Liu Mei's hands deftly wrapped around Alang's neck
, her slender pink legs tightly wrapped around Alang's waist, but her vagina still didn't separate from Alang's penis. "
Lang...you're so strong...fuck me..."
Alang's strong hands supported Liu Mei's two slender jade legs, his lower abdomen pressing against Liu Mei's flat stomach, his penis
once again moving freely in and out of Liu Mei's vagina. Liu Mei's legs were spread apart, her entire buttocks essentially sitting on A Lang's penis
. This position required considerable strength and a powerful waist for the man to thrust freely, and A Lang particularly
liked this position, as it allowed him to control the woman and maintain the upper hand.
Liu Mei's full, round buttocks endured A Lang's fierce thrusts, offering no room for resistance. A Lang's
powerful hands added fuel to the fire, pushing Liu Mei's waist to "actively" meet his thrusts with each stroke
. "Ah...oh...so good...coming...coming..." Liu Mei's vagina convulsed;
she didn't need A Lang's prompting, but instead vigorously moved her waist to increase the speed of her response.
A Lang also sensed Liu Mei's need; her convulsing vagina sucked his penis even more forcefully, and A Lang
increased the speed of his thrusts, slamming forward hard.
Soon, a warm current surged from the depths of Liu Mei's honeyed passage. Liu Mei's delicate body tensed helplessly, her legs
stiffening intensely. "Ah..." She climaxed.
The post-orgasmic weakness caused Liu Mei to lean against A Lang. "Lang... um... you're so strong
..."
Watching the beautiful woman in his arms limp and powerless against him, A Lang didn't stop his thrusting. "
I haven't scored yet!" A Lang's habit was to call ejaculating into a woman's vagina a goal; he scored
far more goals this way than on a football field.
A Lang placed the still-intense Liu Mei on the sofa and flipped her over.
He was going to cultivate Liu Mei's fertile field from behind. The penis easily entered Liu Mei's vagina. Alang reached out and lifted Liu
Mei's chest, his hands roughly kneading her drooping breasts. He continued his vigorous piston-like movements, and
Liu Mei, limp and helpless, allowed Alang to play with her. Even her moans were gradually drowned out by the sounds of their genitals colliding.
"Slap, slap..." Alang thrust tirelessly, without any skill, each thrust a deep piercing.
As he entered Liu Mei's body, the pleasure from the pressure of her vaginal canal on his penis made Alang unconsciously increase the speed of his thrusts.
The bulging veins on his penis stood out even more, and with each withdrawal and thrust, the tight, tender flesh of the opening forcefully swallowed
the purple glans.
Soon, Alang felt the glans throbbing impulsively, and he knew it was time to unleash his full power. Just like a goal-
scoring game on the field, Alang always gave it his all and then enjoyed the thrill of victory.
Alang's hands, gripping Liu Mei's two full breasts, unconsciously increased their pressure, and the frequency of his thrusts noticeably increased.
Alang was about to score!
At the crucial moment, the glans proudly throbbed, ejaculating hot, thick semen, shooting forcefully into the depths of her vagina
; Liu Mei's clitoris was assaulted by waves of heat, the heat hitting her clitoris and bringing her to another orgasm
. "Uh..." She once again experienced the fullness of her body.
After his orgasm, Alang pressed himself against Liu Mei's petite body, breathing heavily. "Ah,
I haven't felt this good in days."
Poor Liu Mei, pinned beneath him, had no strength left, let alone the strength to push away the heavy weight on top of her
. "Ugh... don't wrinkle my clothes... I have a show to do later."
After catching his breath, Alang rolled over and lay down on the sofa, his semi-erect penis leaving Liu Mei's wet
opening. Milky white fluid overflowed from Liu Mei's opening, flowing down her smooth buttocks. What a lewd scene
! One was a famous football player, the other a well-known host, both lying naked
on the sofa. If they were seen, it would be a huge news story.
Alang swung his hand and slapped Liu Mei's buttocks with a "smack." "Feels good, doesn't it
? Can't take it anymore?"
Liu Mei groaned in a daze, "Mmm...can't take it...it feels so good...Lang, you're the strongest
..."
Just then, Alang's phone rang. "Brother Lang, there's some good stuff coming tonight, come to KK later."
"Monkey, okay, I'll be there later, tell everyone to have a good time."
Oh, I forgot to explain what KK is. KK is the most luxurious and high-class disco in C City,
always packed with guests every night, incredibly lively. KK is a joint venture between Alang and several local big bosses
, so he's one of the shareholders. KK is like a club for their players, only
a club that can't be seen in the light of day.
The two hugged and rested for a while before getting dressed and leaving the Emperor Hotel. Liu Mei had to go back to the station to record a program
, while A Lang wanted to continue his happy home. However, Liu Mei still took A Lang home first
to get his car.

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