My Nine-Headed Lolita Girlfriend

Published on the forum on September 18, 2015.
Original author: zuoluojianke.
First published on: 18p2p.
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Recently, there's a very popular movie called "You Are the Apple of My Eye." I had many thoughts after watching it.
I believe life is like a movie; whether it has a dazzling beginning or a dull opening, there will eventually be an
ending. Every beautiful and sad moment will be deeply imprinted in our memories, letting us know that this is life,
this is living. I won't write her name below because she's a girl worth protecting. I only use this article
to express my feelings about that unforgettable relationship.
I was born in a prefecture-level city in Northeast China. I grew up in comfort, drifting through life aimlessly.
Now, in my thirties, looking back on my relationships, I can say I wasn't a fickle person. Every
love I had was heartfelt, but the endings were always the same. Right now, I'm thinking of that delicate girl again; her scent
still lingers in my memory.
I had just graduated from university. My classmates were frantically searching for their futures in various cities,
often flying from Beijing to Shanghai the next day. But because my family had some connections in the area, I
stayed home comfortably, waiting for a job. At that time, I had just
broken up with my girlfriend from university. I spent my days at home, bored, surfing the internet, becoming a shut-in. You could
say I had a very strong sex drive, and every day I could only release my pent-up desires by watching AVs. I don't like prostitutes
; I feel they're unclean, so this was my only option.
Because my parents are very busy with work, I usually eat out for all three meals a day. A
barbecue restaurant near my house became my nightly go-to spot. Over time, I became quite familiar with the restaurant owner. One day, I
went to the barbecue restaurant as usual. As soon as I entered and sat down, I noticed a new female server helping customers write down
their menus. Since I frequented the restaurant, I recognized several of the servers. Although the girl had her back to
me, I was certain she was new based on her hairstyle and figure. I started to observe her. She was about 160cm tall
, with a ponytail, wearing a cotton t-shirt and tight jeans. Both jeans
accentuated her incredibly slender waist and long, slightly disproportionate legs. Her round buttocks,
encased in tight jeans, were pert and prominent – the legendary "butt peak." At that moment, I couldn't help but swallow
hard. Even from behind, she was stunning. My only worry was that this girl was a "back view killer." It was
evening, and the barbecue restaurant was bustling. After writing down her order, the girl walked straight towards me and asked, "What would you like to order?"
I thought to myself that this girl probably just came out of the house; she had no idea how to order from a waiter. I looked up
at her. The girl was fair-skinned, with delicate features. She wasn't a stunning beauty, but she had a very fresh and youthful look,
probably around 17 or 18 years old. She was quite a gem. I personally prefer this type of girl;
I don't feel much attraction to girls who are too beautiful.
I found it hard to control myself. I quickly ordered some food and ate haphazardly, inwardly cursing myself for being so distracted
and lacking self-control. I hadn't been with a woman for months, but my eyes still wouldn't listen.
I couldn't get enough of the girl's round, pert bottom as she walked, constantly having to be careful not to let anyone notice
my lecherous behavior. I felt exhausted. After finishing my meal, I paid the bill and left.
Back home, I turned on my computer and masturbated for two hours to calm myself down. The next day, still thinking about the girl
, I went to this barbecue restaurant for lunch. Barbecue is usually more popular in the evening, so it wasn't too busy at lunchtime. The owner
was there too. I ordered, and secretly glanced at the delicate young woman, casually chatting with the owner
. "Ma'am, you have a new waitress?" I asked. The female owner replied, "Yes, one of them went home to get married
and couldn't come back. We just hired her yesterday. You have a sharp eye; did you notice because she's a pretty girl?"
I'm easily embarrassed and couldn't stand her comment, so I quickly retorted, "You're joking. I only
noticed because I eat here often and know your restaurant well." "Hehehe," the female owner chuckled.
Actually, I knew from both my age and family background that this girl and I were on completely different paths. I was
several years older than her, and from her clothes, I could tell her family was extremely ordinary; otherwise, she wouldn't be working
as a waitress. She was just a naturally beautiful young woman, and that's how we met. At that time, I
never imagined that my thoughts and actions would change her life. Whether right or wrong, it's all in the past, and no one can change that. However, I still want to thank her 　　for giving me immense comfort and motivation
during my low period, with her incredibly youthful and tender body. 　　To be honest, I had strong feelings for this lovely girl, but unfortunately, I couldn't get closer. Every time I 　　went to see her, I could only admire her from afar, feeling incredibly frustrated. I couldn't directly try to win her over. I knew that girls like this 　　were rarely easy to get, and even if something did happen, I would have to take responsibility. 　　In my worldview, different people require different approaches. Ultimately, I hardened my heart and decided to let things take their course. 　　Fantasizing wasn't my style. One evening, I went to have dinner as usual. Friends might ask 　　why I go almost every night? There are three reasons: first, I have a particular fondness for barbecue; second, 　　this restaurant is very close to my home, convenient, and the food is authentic; and third, I can admire the figure of this pretty young woman every day 　　. That evening, the barbecue restaurant was very busy. When I arrived, there was only one empty table left. After sitting down alone, I ordered a few of 　　my usual grilled items and waited idly for the food to arrive, my eyes still glancing at this pretty 　　young woman I admired. At the next table sat two men in their thirties, with about twenty bottles of beer on their table. 　　Northerners generally have a higher alcohol tolerance, and the drinking culture is even stronger in my hometown. When friends get together, besides chatting, they also urge each other to 　　drink. These two men were already flushed red, clearly drunk. They were talking very loudly. After listening for a while…

All they did was swear and brag. I've always despised people who act like big shots after drinking. Hearing them yelling,
"Waiter, another case!" my little gem immediately grabbed a case of beer and came over
. Just as he was about to leave, one of the slightly overweight men shouted, "Get out of the way! You have no manners!" The little girl's face flushed
crimson, and she immediately opened a bottle. While opening the second bottle, she accidentally knocked over the already opened
bottle of ice-cold beer. The ice-cold beer sprayed right onto the slightly overweight man's face,
getting it all over his face, neck, and clothes. He froze for a moment, then yelled, "Fuck your mother!"
and slapped the little girl across the face. It all happened so suddenly, and
I really didn't expect him to lay a hand on a young girl. Getting hurt is wrong, but a grown man shouldn't act like that,
using force against a petite, vulnerable woman, especially one I adore.
I was a sports student in high school, tall but not exactly strong. My temper flared instantly. Before the boss could even
speak, I lunged at him. Staring at him, I demanded to know why he'd hit a woman. The
two of them had just drunk over 20 bottles of alcohol; they were both incredibly hot-tempered, the alcohol clouding their judgment. Before I could
finish speaking, the slightly overweight man grabbed a bottle, stood up, and swung it at me. However, because he'd drunk
quite a bit, his speed wasn't very fast, and I was prepared. Before the bottle hit me
, I landed a powerful punch on his chin. The force of his movement as he stood up impacted my punch, sending him sprawling backward
, crashing heavily onto the chair, and then rolling under the table. With just that one punch,
his accomplice sitting opposite the slightly overweight man was stunned, too afraid to retaliate, even losing the courage to hurl insults at me. However,
he still wouldn't let go, saying he would call the police. Since the barbecue restaurant owner knew me, I didn't dare run away now, and I was genuinely
afraid that if he called the police and I escaped, I wouldn't be able to explain myself when they questioned me. Anyway, I
didn't hit him for no reason; he started the trouble. "Call the police quickly!" I calmly told him. At this moment,
the little girl was stunned. I didn't know if it was from the pain of being hit earlier, or from seeing me teach the man who hit her a lesson
; she had already started to sob softly. I turned around and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, don't cry. It's all alright now
." I didn't expect that the man I hit's accomplice would actually call the police. The police arrived at the barbecue restaurant with their sirens blaring
, and I, the little girl, the man I hit, and his accomplice were all taken away. The barbecue restaurant owner
followed us on his motorcycle.
Inside the car, I remained calm. The little girl was sitting next to me, and I knew it wasn't a serious matter. With my
comforting words, she had stopped crying and just kept her head down, silent.
The two men in the car had long since lost their initial arrogance. The slightly overweight man I had beaten had even spat out some
blood, probably biting his lip, and was groaning about a headache, insisting on going to the hospital.
I have no respect for people like that; I hate bullies who prey on the weak. We quickly arrived at the local police station. I was confident
because Chief Ma of the local police station was a very close friend of my father. Everyone went up to the second floor, and I saw
the light on in the chief's office. I thought to myself, "I've gotten away with beating you up for nothing today." I deliberately strode forward and knocked on
Chief Ma's office door. Actually, the police usually don't bother the chief with such minor fights, but my actions
puzzled the officers, earning me glares. I pretended to be nonchalant, and since Chief Ma had already
come out, the junior officer couldn't directly confront me. Chief Ma was initially taken aback when he saw me, but then, seeing
the people behind me, this seasoned veteran understood the situation. Pretending not to recognize me, he said, "You can all
come in."
As soon as I entered, the man I had hit started spouting nonsense, accusing me of hitting people without cause. I remained silent, simply
observing coldly. At this moment, the little girl surprisingly spoke up. I was truly surprised that this cute girl was so
clear-headed, not particularly flustered. It seemed she wasn't just a pretty face; I couldn't help but think more highly of her, and
felt even more fond of her. After she recounted the incident, Chief Ma's face darkened. He said calmly
, "Both of you who assaulted him will be detained for seven days, and each fined 2000!" The slightly overweight man was stunned, filled
with fear and resentment, but he had no words. Still not wanting to let the matter rest, he told Chief Ma that his head
hurt from the blow and asked to go to the hospital. Upon hearing this, Chief Ma slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "You brat, do you
think seven days isn't enough?!" This completely broke the slightly overweight man. However, there's an old saying: the people can't fight against the officials. Seeing
that things had come to this, he could only swallow his anger and dared not say another word. Chief Ma ordered the police to separate the four of us
. The barbecue restaurant owner, seeing that the matter was resolved and the shop was still busy, said goodbye and went home. Chief Ma
took me and the little girl to a room without writing a statement for me. A short while later, Chief Ma came in.
"Are you hurt?" Chief Ma asked me. "No, Uncle Ma, I just couldn't stand him bullying people,
so I hit him," I said. Chief Ma handed me a cigarette and said, "I know, but hitting someone is wrong
. If anything happens again, just call Uncle Ma. Should I tell your father about this?" "No, if you tell
him, it will really be troublesome for me. Besides, I don't want him to worry about me anymore," I quickly said. "Alright then, but
remember not to be so reckless next time! You two stay for half an hour before leaving. I've already told the people handling the case." She
patted my shoulder lightly and walked out the door.
Now only the delicate little girl and I were left in the room. The atmosphere was a little awkward; neither of us
spoke, the silence so profound we could hear our own heartbeats. It was the first time I'd been so close to her, close enough to smell her delicate
fragrance. I thought to myself, maybe she's still a virgin, and my mind started wandering. "
Thank you so much for today," she said first. Her sudden words broke the silence, and I was momentarily at a
loss for words. Maybe liking someone lowers your IQ; I just gave a dry laugh. "I saw you
ordered something tonight, and you barely ate anything before you got into a fight for me. I'm so sorry. How about I treat you to dinner later
?" the little girl added. I nodded quickly in agreement, feeling incredibly excited. I thought to myself that
even if I got beaten up, it would be worth it to have real contact with her.
During that period, I was willing to give my all for the person I loved. Perhaps I was born a romantic
; I could give up everything for the woman I loved. However, the final result was often disappointing.
The women who passed through my life left scars of varying depths in my heart, and the little girl was
the deepest scar. Even today, I often masturbate while looking at photos and videos of us making love
. She is the girl I have met so far who has given me the greatest physical satisfaction and pleasure. 1.
It was already past 9 pm when I came out of the police station. I found a restaurant nearby and sat
down to chat with her. Her family was from a nearby county. She was an only child. Her father had femoral
head necrosis two years ago and had been recuperating at home since because they couldn't afford a replacement. He had lost his ability to work. Her mother didn't
work and only did odd jobs. She also had a serious heart condition, and the medical treatment over the years had exhausted
all the family's savings. I couldn't help but sigh after hearing this. No wonder she should have been in school,
spending the most precious years of her youth working to support her family. Such beauty is often tragic!
Compared to her, I felt incredibly fortunate. I secretly vowed that if she were with me, I would give her the best
life possible. After dinner, I offered to pay, but she insisted. I couldn't refuse, so I let it go. I felt
a growing fondness for her; she was a woman who repaid kindness just as much as a man. Her youthful appearance
contrasted sharply with her inner strength. I took her back to the staff apartment. Downstairs, I really wanted to
confess my feelings and take her to a hotel for a passionate encounter, but looking into her eyes, I knew that would only
backfire. I decided to take it one step at a time. Before parting, we exchanged phone numbers. I watched her go upstairs until
her voluptuous, firm back disappeared from sight before I left.
After this encounter, I had a basic strategic plan in mind. For
someone who has long lacked material comforts, the sudden abundance of material possessions is irresistible, and this is precisely what I lack.
Thinking this through, I felt over 90% confident. That night, after a relaxing bath, I slept soundly. The next day,
as soon as Gome Appliances opened, I rushed in and went straight to the Nokia counter to buy the newly released
N95. At that time, the mobile phone market was still dominated by Nokia, and the N95 was considered
the king of phones. In my city, owning an N95 was something many young people envied. To demonstrate my financial strength, I
deliberately drove my domestic Prado 4.0, which I had bought after graduation. At the time, it wasn't considered a high-end car in my city, but it
still cost over 600,000 yuan after all the fees. Confident, I drove to the barbecue restaurant and called her out. I deliberately
didn't get out of the car; when she came out, I rolled down the window to signal her to get in. As soon as she came in, I handed her my phone,
saying, "I noticed your phone hadn't had many functions for a long time yesterday, so I bought it for you today as a thank you for
treating me to dinner yesterday." "What do you mean? Are you trying to woo me? My phone may not be good, but I don't just take
things from others. We're not on the same wavelength, and I'm not a casual person!" she said, glaring at me. I
was stunned, never expecting her to say such a thing. The situation
was completely different from what I had anticipated. I thought to myself: It seems I can't judge this little girl by the standards of modern girls
. I regretted my haste and cursed myself for being too hasty. Luckily, I reacted quickly; as soon as she finished speaking, I
forcefully threw the phone, still with the screen intact, out of the car. I knew she was a grateful girl; such
people have kind hearts, and being soft-hearted is their biggest weakness. Sure enough, seeing that I had only meant well by giving
her the gift and had just stood up for her last night, she was now stunned. After a moment, she immediately ran out of
the car and retrieved the phone. "I never take back things I give you, and you've only
guessed half of what I meant. I do like you, but I'm not one to hurt others easily. Now
that I've told you, I won't let down the girl I truly like! If you don't want the phone,
neither do I—just throw it away!" I said, deliberately giving her an unyielding look, with a touch of domineering. "
Think about it. I'm leaving now. I'll come back tonight." Before she could get in the car, I sped off.
After that incident, I would often find excuses to ask her out every few days. Actually, I'm tall, have a good figure
, and am not bad-looking, so there's no reason why it should be difficult to pursue a girl. After more than two months of getting to know each other, we became truly familiar with each other.
Less than half a month later, I ruthlessly took her first kiss. A little over a month later, her soft, delicate
breasts, like little papayas, were in my large hands. Everything was going smoothly, except that the last line of defense remained unbroken
. Because of this, I was no longer in such a hurry. Now, having her virginity was simply a matter of course; once she was in my grasp,
there was no escape.
My birthday is in the sixth month of the lunar calendar. Not long after we started getting to know each other, my little loli secretly remembered it.
A few days before my birthday, she kept asking me what gift I wanted to give her. Actually, I didn't lack anything materially; I
just wanted to get her, so I expressed it verbally. Whenever I tried to take things further with her, she
fiercely guarded her last vestige of territory. Even when I expressed my feelings, she pouted and said, "We
'll talk about that later," rejecting me outright without any room for negotiation. Of course, I wasn't about to give up, but my
affection for her was genuine; from the beginning, I had never intended to toy with her.
Next month is her birthday, and I'm planning to take her to Hong Kong. I could only tell her now, and the little girl was naturally
overjoyed. Her parents had never taken her far from home before, let alone to a bustling international metropolis. Afterwards,
I drove her to get her Hong Kong and Macau travel permits. When we got back, we ordered food, and by 6 pm
, all my local friends had arrived. We ate and drank to our hearts' content. I'm usually a good drinker, but by the end, I was feeling quite dizzy
. My friends also tried to persuade her to drink more, and she was unsteady on her feet. They say alcohol emboldens heroes, so I drove
her to a hotel and booked a room. Now it was just the little girl and me in the room. This was the first time we'd ever been
alone together in a hotel room. Emboldened by the alcohol, I immediately pulled her into my arms
. I'm taller, so her face was pressed tightly against my chest, and my large arm encircled her slender waist.
One hand gripped her plump, firm, and incredibly soft buttocks tightly.
She was clearly aroused as well, offering no resistance. I lowered my head and took her delicate pink
lips completely into my mouth. She breathed passionately, her little tongue responding as it entered my mouth
. The scent of a beautiful woman is different; every beautiful woman has a unique fragrance. To me, hers felt like
jasmine—refined yet capable of arousing my masculine desire to conquer.
I sucked her sweet tongue into my mouth, our tongues locked in a passionate kiss. My left hand slipped deep inside her
clothes, quickly unhooking her bra. My right hand lifted her clothes, revealing her adorable, white
breasts, like two little rabbits. Her nipples weren't very prominent, but
incredibly pink, probably because they'd never been sucked before, making them exceptionally sensitive. When I took them in my mouth, I could feel her whole
body trembling. Whether from excitement or a tingling sensation, she was completely exhausted, almost
limp against me. I picked her up, and she let out a soft gasp, like a cute,
docile little rabbit, her face flushed with embarrassment.
That's how women are; with the right person, it's easy to win them over, but with the wrong person,
even years of pursuit yield no results. I had to seize the moment and not let her think.
After placing her on the bed, I quickly unbuttoned her jeans and ripped them off, followed by her underwear.
She shyly covered her face with one hand and tried to hide her virginity with the other. I
said, "Good wife, let me see. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." I removed her hand from her vulva. When
those pink, thin labia were in front of me, I couldn't control myself and immediately opened my mouth to suckle
. She cried out, "No! It's dirty! Please don't suck, it's so itchy!" She gently pushed my
head away. "I like you. It's not dirty at all. I just want to make you feel better," I said. A virgin is a virgin.
I felt a gush of fluid as soon as I sucked, but there was no odor. Those two pink labia were especially
soft, as delicate as a baby's skin. She was truly aroused. Her hands covered her face, her whole body
trembling slightly. She couldn't speak anymore, only moaning softly. I gently parted her
labia with my hands, and I saw her hymen, wrinkled, pale yet tinged with blood, ring-shaped with a
small opening in the center. Honestly, at that moment I felt a profound sense of sacredness. This was a once-in-a-lifetime treasure for a virgin
, and today I would transform her from a girl into a woman. Without time to examine her
buttocks and petite, adorable figure closely, I stripped off my clothes as quickly as possible. My erect penis was
18 centimeters long, the glans engorged with blood, as if it were about to explode. The veins throughout my penis bulged
, like tiny snakes crawling on it, and due to excessive excitement, it throbbed with each beat of my
heart. Her vagina was already overflowing with fluid, a small patch of the sheet was wet.
I spat into my palm, smeared it on the glans, placed my left hand on her lower abdomen, and with my right hand, I grasped my thick penis
and moved it up and down at the soft, slippery entrance of her vagina. I said, "It might hurt a lot, bear with it." She
only murmured "Mmm." I quickly and gently pushed in, but the glans only went in halfway
before it became difficult to penetrate further. Perhaps my glans was a bit too large, so I had to thrust forward again with all my might,
until the entire glans was inside her vagina. "Ah!!" she immediately cried out. So tight, I'm about to
ejaculate with just one thrust. It's so tight and warm. A virgin's vagina is warmer than a non-virgin's, and the engorgement is perfect. Because it's
my first time, I'm both happy and nervous. I feel a tightness I've never experienced before, tighter than any virgin I've ever been with,
and incredibly wet. Perhaps because she's petite, and because she really likes me, she's incredibly wet
. I started, slowly pushing in little by little, slowly pulling out, then pushing in again .
After a few thrusts, I noticed some blood on my penis. I knew her hymen had torn. I started to
increase the force, inserting deeply inside. At this moment, the little girl trembled even more from the pain.
I knew this wasn't the initial trembling from happiness and tingling; now her trembling was due to pain
. And she didn't flinch or try to stop me because she really liked it. She had decided to give me her most precious thing! I was deeply moved, secretly thinking that I shouldn't let down this incredibly lovely 　　girl who loves me
so much .
My penis was already halfway in, and the hot, moist sensation inside her vagina was
driving me wild. I almost ejaculated several times. I suppressed the urge to ejaculate and slowly pushed in.
Finally, my 18-centimeter penis was fully inside. I felt my glans resting
on something soft, but it felt incredibly good. This thing was even trembling slightly. I estimated that my glans was pressing against
the little girl's cervix. It seemed fortunate that I wasn't over 20 centimeters long, otherwise,
the pleasure would be diminished if I couldn't fully penetrate.
I pressed the little girl's legs together with both hands, simultaneously gripping her ankles with one hand and pushing forward forcefully.
Her thighs were almost touching her engorged breasts. The little girl was gripping the sheets, probably
because of the pain. Her eyes were closed, and she kept moaning, occasionally whispering
for me to be gentler. I could see she was really in pain, and I was reluctant to treat my beloved girl, especially since she was a
virgin, like this. I thrust in and out hard dozens of times, accompanied by her loud, almost crying moans, as I
ejaculated all my hot, thick semen deep into the little girl's vagina, a vagina that had never been penetrated by another man before. My whole body
trembled with excitement, and I ejaculated for about 10 seconds. When I pulled my penis out, a lot
of slightly yellowish, thick semen
came out with it, and I guessed there was still a lot left inside her vagina. The little girl cried softly after I ejaculated, and I hurriedly asked her what was wrong. I told her many things about how I would treat her well in the future, but I couldn't
calm her down. I was at a loss and felt a little flustered. After a long time, she told me something that
shocked me. She had gotten engaged last year to a boy from her hometown who was about her age.
We got married. The marriage was arranged by the boy's family through a middleman contacting her parents. The parents were initially hesitant, but after learning the boy's
family was well-off, and the girl's parents were struggling financially, they decided to arrange the marriage for their daughter. The engagement
banquet had already been held, and the girl's family had even received 50,000 yuan from the boy's family. I felt really bad, but
I confidently told her I wouldn't agree to her parents' actions. What era are we living in? Why still have arranged marriages?
Besides, I'm far better off than that boy. I'm confident I can talk to her parents later.
Afterwards, fearing she might get pregnant, I bought her a box of emergency contraceptives. I
also kept the bed sheet printed with virgin blood like a snow lotus; it's definitely one of my greatest personal treasures.
From that day on, I only let the girl rest for six days. After that, I made love to her day and night
, trying to train my little darling as quickly as possible. I persuaded her to quit her job.
I wanted her to stay employed, because although I've enjoyed life to some extent, I'm not a wasteful
person. I've saved some money from daily expenses, enough to support
her until our wedding. But she absolutely refused. In desperation, I used my connections to find
one of my best friends, whose family is in real estate development, to work at their sales office as a salesperson
. The environment there is better, the work is more relaxed, and it would broaden her horizons and help her develop her skills. I'm well
aware of the gap in our lifestyles, and I'm unsure if my family can accept a girl from her background
. Once, I tentatively asked my mother if I could marry a girl from a small county town.
My parents aren't well-off, but I really like her. My mother firmly replied that it absolutely
had to be a marriage between equals, otherwise it would be a loss of face for them. I was quite troubled after hearing this. Perhaps the
age gap between me and my parents is too big; the generation gap is deep. However, my parents have always spoiled me, and I thought that as long as I was
determined, they couldn't interfere.
Time flew by, and my little girl's birthday was approaching. I had already taken her to apply for Hong Kong and
Macau travel permits, partly to give her a birthday celebration she'd never had before, and partly because I wanted to buy
her some things as tokens of our love. When my little girl first sat on a plane and experienced takeoff, seeing her
excitement filled me with genuine joy. This is what it feels like to truly love someone; happiness is so simple
, simply because we truly love each other. The flight lasted over seven hours. When I got off the plane, I felt
very tired, while my little girl was very excited, constantly asking if I would see any celebrities on TV. I smiled
and shook my head. I just love her innocent charm. It's unlikely she'd see any celebrities, and even if she did, she probably
wouldn't recognize them. The verification process was quite troublesome. After passing through, I took her directly to the Regal Riverside Hotel in Sha Tin by taxi.
I had already booked a room there beforehand; I usually stay at this hotel whenever I go to Hong Kong, not for any other reason than
the delicious dai pai dong (open-air food stalls) downstairs. They have a wide variety of food, one after another, and the taste is always satisfying. It was already afternoon, and
I hadn't eaten much on the plane, so my stomach was rumbling. My little girl and I quickly took a shower together
and then headed straight to the dai pai dong downstairs from the hotel. There was a small tea restaurant called Chezai nearby; it was tiny, but the food
was excellent. I ordered shrimp dumplings, osmanthus cake, taro, and pork ribs, and then devoured them. My little girl
kept exclaiming how delicious it was; it's definitely not easy to find this kind of taste in Northeast China. "
What should I get you for your birthday?" I asked her while munching on a fresh shrimp dumpling. The little girl looked at me affectionately and
said, "I hope to be with you forever. That's what I want most." "Mmm," I replied without looking up.
I truly felt the same way she did; I already considered her my future wife. Yet, I always had a
sense of unease, a fear of her leaving me. So, her words made me inexplicably sad. I lowered my head
and ate my food. "I'll give you something later; I'm sure you'll love it!" I said. The little girl asked curiously
what it was. I said, "You'll find out soon." After dinner, we took the subway from behind the hotel to Causeway Bay. Faced
with such a bustling and clean city, the little girl was amazed. Everything seemed new and exciting to her, her eyes
darting around, looking left and right. Her innocent look was incredibly cute.
I bought two cups of freshly squeezed mango juice, and after walking two blocks, we arrived at Times Square. There was a
Emperor Watch shop in Times Square, and I pulled her inside. The salesman was a very enthusiastic middle-aged man; his Mandarin wasn't
perfect, but his voice was pleasant to hear. I asked him to get me a Rolex 16610. At that time, the new
16610In hadn't been released yet; I was wearing this older black Submariner. It
was my favorite watch, even more so than a Patek Philippe World Time.
It still sits on my right wrist. Many Hollywood celebrities love this watch,
and since I already had one, I wanted to buy one for my little girl as a matching set.
The salesperson quickly brought out one, perfectly wrapped in protective film. I let my little girl try it on. She didn't know
how much it cost, but she thought it was very beautiful, and the fact that it was the same model as mine made her even happier and more excited. The salesperson
kept praising its beauty, saying it suited her perfectly. I insisted on paying by card, and he gave me a 92% discount, which
was a little over 30,000 RMB at the time. My little girl was shocked when she heard the price; it might be her family's
entire income for one, two, or even three years. She absolutely refused to let me buy it, saying it was too expensive. My stubbornness flared up again,
and I grabbed the watch and started tearing off the protective film. The salesperson immediately called for the card payment. The little girl knew I was angry and didn't dare say
anything more, besides, she genuinely liked the black Submariner. The salesperson quickly removed the watch band, afraid of any further changes of mind
. Seeing his anxious expression, I couldn't help but chuckle. It fit her wrist perfectly, giving her a certain charm. A
blend of cuteness and wildness, which I also really liked. As we left the watch shop, the little girl put her arm around my shoulder, stood on tiptoe, and kissed me on the
cheek. She knew my feelings for her were genuine, without any ulterior motives.
Having such a beautiful companion naturally put me in a very good mood. I didn't feel tired even after walking for a long time. We got back to the hotel after
11 pm that night. I told the little girl to go take a shower first. The hotel bathrooms were mostly glass partitions.
I let her shower first so I could see her porcelain-like white body, its beauty partially obscured in the bathroom mirror.
The little girl undressed piece by piece, and I couldn't resist pulling her close and
biting her tender little bottom hard. She screamed and hurriedly ran into the bathroom. Through the glass, I looked at Xia Luoli
's petite figure—incredibly delicate. Although only 160cm tall, she had a nine-head-to-body ratio, like a
cartoon character. She naturally had no armpit hair, and her pubic hair was sparse, giving her a clean appearance.
Her moderately sized breasts were slightly upturned, very elastic, and her full, pert buttocks, while firm, weren't hard,
feeling incredibly soft. Every time I thrust into her buttocks from behind, it felt like hitting a water balloon—
soft, yielding, and perfectly shaped. I couldn't resist and quickly stripped off all my clothes. My penis was already
erect and throbbing, with veins popping out. I entered the bathroom, and with one hand, I pressed the little girl down. The faucet was
still running, and the water felt warm and comfortable. The little girl obediently changed from squatting to kneeling
, her legs together, her buttocks resting on her heels. One small hand held my muscular thigh, while the other
gently grasped the base of my penis. She opened her pink mouth and slowly sucked on my glans. Because
she was sucking hard, she made a "slurping" sound, which aroused me. I grabbed her hair with one
hand and pressed the back of her head with the other, and forcefully thrust my huge, 18-centimeter-long, thick penis into her mouth
, making her gag once. My massive member had only gone in less than two-thirds of the way. She
had become incredibly obedient and compliant after my relentless training. Women are inherently
drawn to being conquered; even the most assertive woman will become a submissive object when faced with a powerful conqueror. And I
was precisely that conqueror. It was difficult for this little girl not to become a sex symbol like an adult film actress in the presence of a seasoned veteran like me
. I didn't speak, but continued to thrust forward forcefully, feeling her trembling from my deep throat and
the warmth of her mouth. She was getting used to my method, changing her breathing rhythm, her tongue occasionally
responding to my movements, while one hand gripped my penis and stroked it, the other caressing my testicles. I felt
the warmth of the water washing over my body, my penis feeling the warmth and smoothness of the little girl's mouth. I felt myself
about to ejaculate, and I gripped her hair tightly with both hands; she knew I was about to cum. I tightened
my grip and sucked hard. After thrusting into her mouth dozens of times, I finally pushed hard against her throat and ejaculated forcefully
. The pleasure overwhelmed me, making me dizzy. Afterwards, the little girl told me that she felt the force of the semen was so strong that
she even heard a "hissing" sound. Instantly, her body felt as if it had lost all its strength, allowing me
to play with her at will. Only in this way could she be more satisfied.
I rested for a while, and the little girl put on the thong I had bought for her that day. It seemed that the little girl was not completely
satisfied yet. Looking at her pert, white buttocks, I pushed the thin fabric of the thong
aside. First, I sucked on her pink, evenly wrinkled, round little anus, which was already
filled with the smell of shower gel. This was the little girl's worst enemy. Her whole body immediately trembled, as if she
had no strength left, and she made a crying sound. However, I knew that it was caused by excessive excitement and stimulation.
She was enjoying it so much that she couldn't bear it, but she didn't stop me. After sucking for a while, I gently scraped her anus with my tongue
. Her chrysanthemum contracted and relaxed, looking quite beautiful. I forced out all the juices from her vagina, and then immediately
sucked and bit her labia, my tongue probing deeply into her pink and wet vagina. It was truly exhilarating. First,
the little girl had no odor at all. I've been with many women, both girls and mature women, but many of them had an unpleasant smell.
Second, the shape of her genitals and anus was perfect. Third, she was completely my woman, very clean, and I could
feel free to ravage her. She was completely limp and powerless. I ripped off her thong
, spread her legs, and thrust my large penis in all the way, making the little girl scream. I then
cupped her soft, pert buttocks with both hands. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I lifted her up,
holding her like a daughter. I supported her buttocks, but my penis was deep inside her vagina. Standing
and having sex with a woman held in your arms is the most satisfying way to conquer. She moaned incessantly with my rhythm
. Looking at my reflection in the hotel mirror, conquering the little girl, was absolutely beautiful. My skin
was dark, while hers was as white and tender as milk. I was tall and strong, while she was petite yet incredibly curvaceous.
My upper arm was as thick as her thigh, making conquest easy. Subconsciously, the little girl also
approved of my slightly SM-influenced sex style. I said, "Wife, I want to have anal sex with you!!"
The little girl silently replied, "Everything I have is yours!" Her voice wasn't loud, but I could hear the absolute certainty in her tone. I
was overjoyed. I had come prepared. I placed her on the bed, and she crawled on her knees. I comforted
her, saying it might hurt a little, but she'd get used to it, and it was very stimulating.
The little girl's eyes told me she would do it. I took out some lubricant, applied it to the anal plug, and slowly inserted it
into the little girl's tight, pink anus. Without pausing, I immediately sealed her mouth with my own
, silencing her earlier "Ah!" Our tongues intertwined. Then I pulled out the anal plug,
and the little girl gasped again. Her anus had now opened a small hole. I applied some lubricant inside,
but not too much—too much would cause diarrhea, haha. Then I took out the beads. This is definitely a powerful tool for anal sex. I quickly
applied lubricant and slowly loosened and tightened the beads inside her anus, gradually increasing the thickness. The little girl
welcomed each bead into her mouth, letting out soft moans. Hearing this made me
incredibly excited; sex is the best form of exercise.
After a while, I slowly pulled the beads out one by one. By this time, her anus was
quite large due to the expansion from the beads. I immediately applied lubricant to my penis and, before her anus closed, I
inserted the head of my penis. The little girl immediately tightened; her anus gripped my penis very tightly. This was truly amazing!
That was exciting! I almost ejaculated. Then the little girl cried out repeatedly, "I can't take it anymore, please hurry up
!" The little girl said with a sob in her voice. "Little darling, just a little longer, it'll be over soon," I said hastily.
I knew I had to be ruthless now; if I didn't get through this, I wouldn't succeed later. I slowly increased the force, thrusting deeper.
Each pause caused her anus to tighten, especially after I pulled out—it was incredibly tight. I knew
she wouldn't last long, so I held her shoulders down to prevent her from getting up, and clamped my legs around her to stop her from moving
. I thrust in as deep as I could, and she
screamed from the stimulation. I kept thrusting, the room filled with her wailing moans and the sounds of my forceful thrusts against her white, tender buttocks.
Finally, amidst her cries, I ejaculated all my semen into her rectum, probably very, very deep, because her
anus was gripping my penis so tightly, constantly contracting and relaxing. If you've never penetrated an untouched
anus, you definitely can't understand this unprecedented pleasure. I ejaculated a lot; I could feel the exhaustion
. Afterwards, the little girl wouldn't let me touch her anus for a month. I had to beg her to agree
to my anal sex. This time, the pleasure was the most intense I've ever experienced. Many
girls reject anal sex, and most women who don't have it have already had it. This little girl was
the first girl to deflower me, so the pleasure is unforgettable. One word: amazing!
Of all the women in my life, she's the one I love most. We were together for almost two years. She
gave me so much emotionally. Later, her parents strongly opposed our relationship
because we were previously engaged, and her family is very traditional. I tried many things, but all my efforts were in vain. Her
mother threatened suicide, and she finally gave in. I almost lost the will to live. I even transferred my job
to another city to try and forget this relationship. She still lives in my heart! Life is full of ups and downs
; heaven and hell are actually very close. In the end, I took her to get hymenoplasty. I didn't want her
to live an unhappy life. Perhaps losing someone doesn't mean anything; if the other person is happy, that's probably the most important thing
. A few days before the surgery, we made love passionately for a day and a night. We agreed not to contact each other again; she
would have the surgery herself, and after dawn, we would be strangers. I don't want to write too much about these things; it would only break the hearts of those who read it.
The situation was very complicated, and the result was that we ultimately separated. When I woke up the next morning, I found a
letter with a 16610 watch underneath it. It was the watch I bought for her for her birthday. In the letter, she told
me that she would definitely be my woman in the next life. She had worn the watch for over a year; it had absorbed her warmth. Seeing the watch was
like seeing her. I cried, I had never cried so loudly before! Only things you truly love can
break your heart. Even now, when friends ask me why I wear two watches, both the same style, I just smile.
No one can see the bitterness in that smile; only my heart knows! (over)

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