【Little Girl (Pure-hearted Wife)】

A-tou (1)

The term A-tou is used for young girls. The prerequisite for a young girl is that you must know her and she must know you. Nowadays, not many people understand this term. Nowadays, people change the warm term A-tou to "hot girl" regardless of whether they know each other. When

I met A-tou, I had just gotten married and was very young. A friend of mine lived in the countryside in the south. He had a house in Taipei, so he rented it to me. Because he was a friend, the rent was very cheap. I was just looking after the house for him. I was also very poor because I had just gotten married. So I moved in. The house was not small, about 30 pings, with three rooms, a living room and a bathroom. It was just my husband and I living there, so it was a bit empty.

I lived there for more than half a year. During the half a year, my landlord friend never said a word. I also sent the rent back to him in the south every month. One day, I suddenly received a call from the landlord. This landlord was from the countryside. When he spoke, he was a bit inarticulate. It took me a while to understand. It turned out that he had another acquaintance who wanted to move in with me.

The landlord said the man was very simple-minded, a solo shopper who frequented Hong Kong. He spent most of his time there and didn't normally need to rent a place, but since he had just gotten married and had a wife, he wanted a room temporarily, mainly for his wife. He might move to Hong Kong soon, so he asked me to discuss giving him a room. Since I couldn't refuse, the deal was settled.

A few days later, the landlord personally came north and brought the shopper and his wife to my place. Now I was a sub-landlord. The landlord's friend wanted the shopper to pay me the rent monthly, which was fine. The problem was…

the shopper was very polite, and quite old, probably in his fifties. I was still under thirty that year. When I first saw the shopper's wife, I was stunned!

Following the solo traveler in, the landlord introduced her as his wife, a young woman not yet 20 (I later learned she was only 18). She was fair-skinned, not exactly beautiful, but young and with a good figure. Her luggage was minimal: four large suitcases, the kind you take abroad—four big suitcases, nothing else.

The landlord's friend introduced the solo traveler, surnamed Li. He immediately handed over his business card, repeatedly saying thank you and apologies, appearing quite polite. Introducing his wife was even simpler; he said she was young and naive, and I could just call her A-tou.

That was my first meeting with A-tou. Until the solo traveler took A-tou to move, saying they were going to Hong Kong, A-tou lived in "my house" for over a year, and I always called her A-tou, never knowing her real name.

Once the solo traveler settled in, he indeed spent more time in Hong Kong than in Taiwan. He would go to Hong Kong for at least ten days to half a month, and return to Taiwan for only one or two days. He would actually stay at my house for at most one night. Sometimes, it would be a whole month with just the girl by himself. As a result, I had two women in my house. One was my wife, who was about my age, almost 30, and heavily pregnant, about seven or eight months along. The other was a girl who was seventeen or eighteen years old. The worst part was that once this girl stayed for a while and got to know me well, she didn't treat me like a man at all. Because it was summer, she would wear just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt all day at home, exposing a large section of her white thighs. That was fine, though. Sometimes she would go completely bare-chested and not even wear a bra. But this girl's breasts were quite large, bulging, and if she bent over slightly, you could almost see right through them. It made me really angry. I don't know if she was really pregnant or not, but she would just sway back and forth all day long.

Whenever the shopper came back, he would only stay one night and then disappear again the next day. The girl didn't seem to care whether her husband was home or not; she always acted that way. The shopper didn't seem to care about her either. The more I looked at this couple, the stranger it seemed. A man in his fifties was never home, sometimes for ten days or half a month at a time, and when he did come home, he only stayed one night. His wife was only seventeen or eighteen. How could this man be so carefree? Unfortunately, I couldn't find the shopper, so I had to ask the girl.

I found a time when my wife was home, but I was too afraid to be alone with the girl. I didn't know how she would behave outside, but at home, with her outfit—hot pants so short they barely covered her underwear, revealing a large expanse of her white thighs, a t-shirt without a bra, and her nipples barely visible—who knew what might happen if I was alone with her? So I had to have my wife with me before I dared to talk to the girl face-to-face.

As soon as A-tou heard I had something to ask her, she suddenly sat down next to me, still dressed the same as before. I looked at A-tou; my wife was right next to me, and A-tou was just leaning against me, nothing seemed to happen. I sat on the sofa, with a woman on either side of me, one of whom was dressed very scantily and was very young. The unique fragrance of a young girl wafted over me, and for a moment, I felt an impulse, an urge to reach out and hug A-tou. I took

a deep breath and slowly exhaled. A-tou sat quietly, waiting for me to ask her.

Slowly suppressing the pink thoughts in my heart, I asked the question I wanted to ask. It was the first time I had spoken to my daughter so closely. She was right next to me. If it weren't for my wife, just my daughter and me...

My daughter listened as I asked her, "Daughter, your husband is always going to Hong Kong, and he's gone for so many days at a time. What kind of business is he doing?"

I had to find out. With such a person living in our house, constantly traveling between Taiwan and Hong Kong, and often not at home, if something were to happen, I would definitely be the scapegoat.

My daughter had no idea what I was thinking. As soon as she heard my question, she immediately said, "Coffin!" When

I heard those two words, I really didn't understand. "Coffin," I knew, everyone knows what a coffin is. The problem was that such a huge and heavy thing. Were Hong Kong people crazy, buying coffins from Taiwan? Nobody sells coffins in Hong Kong!

I really didn't understand. I turned to look at my wife, who was also looking at me. I knew she was like me, understanding but not really comprehending.

Knowing I didn't understand, A-tou added, "A coffin, a jade coffin, made of jade, small, for holding ashes, not one of those big ones."

"Oh!" I let out a long "oh," a coffin

like that. A-tou, worried I wouldn't understand, continued, "It's a coffin made of jade, that kind of Taiwanese jade, like jade bracelets." She pointed to her wrist as she spoke. A-tou's thighs were quite white, but her arms weren't as white. However, because she was young, her arms looked translucent, her fingers slender, almost tempting to taste.

"I know, I know," I said, reaching out and pressing down on A-tou's arm as she gestured. The moment I touched her arm, a smooth, slightly cool sensation washed over me.

Touching another woman in front of my wife, even though it was just a slight touch, gave me a dazed feeling. I quickly withdrew my hand and asked my daughter, "Why does your husband leave after just one night every time he comes back?"

My daughter looked at me and said, "He goes to Hualien. Besides jade, he also wants some marble products. Hualien produces marble, and he always goes to Hualien to bring some back to Hong Kong."

I gradually understood the smuggler's itinerary. Although the smuggler lived in "my" house, he was actually not as familiar with me as my daughter. This daughter was quite interesting. She was not as clueless as the smuggler claimed. My daughter said her family was very poor, living in the mountains. Girls couldn't help with household chores and earn money, so her father was so poor that he sold her. The one who bought her was the smuggler, introduced by the landlord!

When I first heard this, I was truly shocked. It's said that no one starves to death in Taiwan (this happened over 20 years ago, around 1975, when Taiwan's economy was just beginning to take off, but there were still many poor people in the countryside and mountains). How could someone be selling their own daughter, and I just happened to witness it? But my daughter seemed resigned to her fate. In the mountains, there was really no other way. She had at least graduated from elementary school, and the trafficker was willing to pay, even saying he would take her to Hong Kong someday. As soon as she heard about Hong Kong, she was completely captivated. Besides, it would earn her some money for the family. Whether she could actually go to Hong Kong was uncertain, but at least she was definitely going to Taipei. So she didn't complain and went with the trafficker. Listening to this, I felt like I was back in mainland China in the 1930s—selling children, and the children accepting their fate. Haha, I don't even know how to explain it!

As A-tou spoke, she leaned closer to me, her face resting on my shoulder, her eyes closed, one hand tightly gripping mine, most of her body leaning against me, half her chest pressed against my arm. A wave of youthful fragrance assaulted my senses, and her full breasts pressed against my arm, making my head spin and my lower body rapidly engorged with blood. I turned to look at the room; my wife, heavily pregnant, couldn't sit for long and had already gone into the room to lie down. Only A-tou and I remained on the sofa.

Suddenly, A-tou rolled over, pressing her entire chest against mine, her arms wrapped around me, her cheek against mine, and whispered in my ear, "Hold me, hold me!"

A-tou's closeness, her breasts pressed against my chest through only two thin layers of clothing, her delicate cheek against mine, caused my penis to swell. My erect penis, confined within my trousers, felt somewhat uncomfortable. I shifted slightly to create more space for my erection, and while holding A-tou close, I gently stroked her back through her clothes, saying, "A-tou, my wife is in the room; it wouldn't be good if she saw us!"

A girl turned her mouth to the side, blocking mine. Her tongue was already inside mine, a stream of saliva flowing from her tongue into my mouth. I couldn't help but cup her cheeks in my hands, using my tongue to push it back into her mouth. Then I forcefully thrust my tongue into her mouth, sucking for a while. She made soft "mmm, mmm" sounds. After a while, she pushed me away, panting, "Don't be afraid." She paused, then added, "Pregnant women get tired easily; they fall asleep as soon as they lie down. Let's be quiet, we won't wake her."

"Quietly?" Good heavens, holding a woman in my arms, kissing her passionately, my penis almost bursting through my pants, and this woman was telling me to be quiet.

As soon as she finished speaking, she crossed her arms, pulled up the bottom of her t-shirt, and it came off.

A-tou was only wearing a t-shirt, and when she took it off, her upper body was completely naked. It was the first time I had ever seen A-tou's naked body. Her chest was white, her two breasts were round and full, the nipples were erect, and the areolas were small, surrounded by a light pink ring. Her lower abdomen was flat. It was a beautiful and radiant young girl's body, even more beautiful than my pregnant wife. A-tou

, with her bare upper body, reached out and unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time. Before I could even take my shirt off, her bare upper body was pressed against my chest, her breasts pressed tightly against me. She continued to take off my shirt.

The two bare bodies were pressed tightly together. Although A-tou was already married, because she had only recently lost her virginity, her breasts were soft yet firm, and I could feel the two hard nipples pressing against my chest.

I stopped talking, reached out, unbuttoned A-tou's shorts, and pulled them down.

A-tou lifted her buttocks, and the shorts were off. I couldn't see what kind of shorts A-tou's shorts were. I pulled on A-tou's shorts with both hands, and A-tou lifted her buttocks again, and A-tou was completely naked.

I was busy taking off A-tou's pants, and A-tou was also taking off my pants, almost at the same time.

A-tou and I were both completely naked. Naked A-tou straddled me, reached out and guided my erect penis, and with a slight guidance, my penis was already pressed against A-tou's vaginal opening. I saw A-tou exert force, sit down, and with a "thud," my burning penis was fully inserted into A-tou's tight vagina.

Aya hugged me, letting out an "Oh," and her buttocks began to rise and fall. Her tight vagina gripped my penis tightly. With each rise and fall, Aya let out an "Oh, oh." I held Aya with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, saying, "Don't make a sound, don't shout, or you'll be finished if you wake my wife.

" Aya made a "Mmm" sound and intensified her buttocks' rise and fall. Perhaps to avoid waking his wife who was sleeping inside, or perhaps because of the pressure from Aya's tight, youthful vagina, my orgasm came quickly. A tingling sensation ran up my spine. I held Aya with both hands and said, "Aya, I'm going to cum."

Aya didn't answer, only "Mmm," and hugged me tightly. Just before I ejaculated, Aya's vagina contracted in waves; she orgasmed even faster than me.

In Aya's orgasm, my penis trembled, and streams of hot semen shot into Aya's vagina.

Holding her tightly, after the climax subsided, I said to her, "Okay, get up, don't wake my wife!"

She hummed in agreement, grabbed her panties with her right hand, picked up her t-shirt with her left, lifted her buttocks, covered her vulva with her left t-shirt, and quickly grasped my gradually softening penis with her right panties. At the same time, she squatted down, her free left hand cupping my scrotum, while her right panties wiped my penis, which was covered in her semen. She tilted her head slightly, pouted, and made a kissing motion.

I smiled, enjoying her wiping of my penis, and pointed my right index finger at her pouting lips, saying, "Feels good, doesn't it!"

"I won't tell you!" she retorted, reaching between her legs again, covering her vulva through her t-shirt, standing up, holding her panties in one hand, and quickly going into her room.

Watching my daughter's naked back enter the room, and then looking at my limp penis, I quickly got dressed.

I sat back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, tilted my head back, and slowly exhaled, watching a plume of white smoke rise. In the hazy smoke, right here, separated from my wife by a door, was my young daughter...

I looked at the two doors, wondering what tomorrow would bring. I stubbed out the cigarette and went into my room...

Daughter (2)

"Ring... Ring..."

At 6:30 in the morning, every day at this time, the alarm clock rang on time. My wife, because her due date hadn't arrived yet, still had to get up early to prepare for 8 o'clock to clock in for work.

"Lazybones, get up, still sleeping?" My wife was always the first to get up.

"Hmm! I'm up, I'm up." I straightened up, sat up, and turned to look at my wife. Her low-cut nightgown revealed her two full breasts. Because of her pregnancy, her breasts appeared even fuller, and her nipples, not yet having given birth, were still pink. I deliberately avoided looking at her protruding belly, and grabbed her full breasts through her clothes. Hey! One hand couldn't even hold them!

"What are you doing? Stop making noise so early in the morning!" My wife reached out and pulled my hands away from her breasts.

"It's rock hard this early in the morning!" I pulled back the covers and pointed to my erect penis.

My wife reached out and grabbed my erect penis: "I'll help you cool down when you come back tonight. Stop making a fuss now, you have to go to work, it's not good to be late!"

"Phew!" I took a deep breath. Even through the layer of underwear, the warm feeling of a woman holding my penis was different from my own hands.

My wife gripped my penis tightly twice, then released it, saying, "Time to wash your face!" and left the room.

Watching her retreating figure, I got up, put on my clothes, and the playful banter of the morning put my mind at ease. At least my wife was completely unaware of the passionate encounter with my daughter in the living room last night. My daughter was right; pregnant women are easily fatigued and sleep soundly.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I turned and left the bathroom. My daughter was standing in her bedroom doorway, smiling at me. She was still wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Looking at her white thighs, I remembered how naked she had been the night before. In my haste, I hadn't really looked closely at her naked body. Just as I was thinking about her naked body, my wife's voice rang out: "Are you done? Breakfast is ready!" "

Oh! Okay, okay!" I replied to my wife, then said to my daughter, "Daughter, let's have breakfast together."

My daughter smiled but didn't answer. My wife's voice came again: "Yes, breakfast. Fried dough sticks, sesame flatbread, and iced soy milk. My daughter bought it. Did you need to ask? Hurry up!"

"Hey!" I looked at my daughter, unsure what to say. She made a face at me, then turned to my wife at the table and said, "Sister-in-law, let me help!"

The two women worked together, and three breakfasts, one for each of them, were already laid out on the table.

I sat down at the table, glanced at my wife and daughter, then at the sesame seed cakes, fried dough sticks, and iced soy milk on the table. I cautiously asked, "Did your daughter buy these?"

My wife glared at me. "I didn't go out. Did the sesame seed cakes and fried dough sticks come to me by themselves?"

My daughter, one hand supporting her chin and the other holding the iced soy milk, said slowly and thoughtfully, "I got up a little early today, so I went to buy some breakfast." She paused, then added, "Do you like it?"

"Yes, yes! Sesame seed cakes, fried dough sticks, and iced soy milk are my favorite." As soon as she finished speaking, she took a big bite of the sesame seed cake and fried dough stick.

"You bought breakfast and didn't even say thank you. Who do you think you are!" My wife added after I took a bite of the sesame seed cake and fried dough stick.

Before I could even swallow the fried dough stick and sesame seed cake, my mouth full of food, I quickly said, "Thank you, girl!"

I covered my mouth with one hand, and she smiled but didn't reply, just staring at me.

It was rare to have the chance to be so close to her, face to face, so I took the opportunity to get a good look at her, especially her face.

Her hair was medium-length, just past her shoulders, and her face was surprisingly oval, the kind of oval face you see in paintings of classical beauties. Her eyebrows were neither thick nor sparse, her nose looked very straight, and the two prominent lines below her nose and above her mouth were particularly striking. And her lips—well, this girl had put on rouge early in the morning! Her red lips weren't large, but the rouge accentuated the angles. Her chin had a beautiful curve. Her ears were covered by her hair and couldn't be seen. Her cheeks looked rosy, probably because she was young; her cheeks were slightly pink. Overall, she wasn't particularly beautiful, but she gave off the feeling of looking at a young girl in a painting.

The girl ate her fried dough sticks and sesame flatbread in small bites, occasionally sipping her soy milk. She glanced at my wife, then turned to me and asked, "Hey, are you free today?"

"Are you free today?" What was this girl doing? In broad daylight, with my wife right next to me, she actually asked me, "Are you free today?" Of course I was free, but because of my wife, I had to play it safe.

"Yes!" I replied to the girl, then asked, "Why?"

This time, the girl didn't answer me directly. She went straight to my wife and said, "Sister-in-law, I have something to do today. I need to go to Songshan, but I don't know the way, and I'm a little scared to go alone. Can I borrow your husband to come with me?"

This girl was lying; she was using her sweet talk on my wife. I wonder how my wife would react.

Without a second thought, my wife immediately chimed in, "Hey, help my daughter out! Take her somewhere sometime. She hasn't been in Taipei long, and Songshan is far away. What if she gets lost?"

"Sure, sure," I replied. This was called being ordered to cheat. My daughter approached me last night, and she's making arrangements again today. This time, she's being open about it, but my wife doesn't understand. But what good does it do? With such a young and beautiful woman at home, something's bound to happen sooner or later, especially since she's heavily pregnant. Although we still have sex, the frequency has increased, which makes me angry. I don't care about my wife's pregnancy; I just want to have sex with her. But my wife keeps saying things like, "It's not good to be pregnant," "Once a week is enough," "Be careful not to put pressure on your belly," and so on.

A heavily pregnant woman's abdomen presses against her uterus, pushing it forward. During sex, my wife reaches orgasm very quickly, sometimes even two or three times in a row. However, because of her pregnancy, many positions are restricted; she can only perform the standard positions and has to be careful not to press on her belly, making it less than satisfying.

Now, a girl is filling that void. My wife doesn't know yet, and her husband is far away in Hong Kong, so of course he knows even less. But what will happen in the future? If I sleep with this girl during the day, and my wife wants a checkup at night, how will I explain it?

I quickly pulled myself back to reality and told my daughter, "I'll go out for a bit this morning to make some adjustments. I'll be back around noon, and then we'll go to Songshan together, okay?"

"Okay!" my daughter hummed in agreement and then added, "I'll cook lunch, you come back for lunch, and then we'll go." Then she turned to my wife and said, "Sister-in-law, thank you!"

My wife looked at me and said, "Look, they're inviting you to lunch! Do your part and help them out!"

"Yes, yes, I'll definitely help!" How do you know I won't help? I helped her last night, and it looks like I'll have to help her again today. This time, I'll help her properly, thoroughly…

"Alright, that's settled then. I'll be back around noon. Let's hurry up and finish breakfast; there's traffic this morning! We'll be late if we delay any longer."

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It was not yet noon, around 11:30, when I got home and parked my motorcycle. When we got married, finances weren't good, so we couldn't afford a car and had to buy a motorcycle instead—a Suzuki 100. The Japanese pronunciation of Suzuki sounds like "shush-shush-qu," but for my daughter, I would never "shush-shush-qu."

I opened the front door, and a delicious aroma of food wafted in. Looks like my daughter really did cook!

I opened the screen window and went into the living room. My daughter's voice came from the kitchen: "Hey, you're back. It'll be ready soon."

"Don't rush, it's just lunch, two bento boxes will do."

"Coming!" My daughter said, holding a plate that looked red. I couldn't immediately tell what it was because I was already drawn to my daughter's clothes; what she was holding seemed unimportant!

A-tou came out of the kitchen and placed the plate she was carrying on the table. There was a 90-degree turn in between, and as she turned, I saw her bare back – no bra straps, no panties, just a smooth, bare back, with only the ribbon of an apron tied in a bow at her buttocks. Her buttocks were completely smooth, and her long, slender legs were also white.

With that one look, I was defeated. Looking at A-tou's youthful body, clad only in an apron, I felt like I'd been struck on a magic spell; I just stood there, my penis springing up like a spring.

Sometimes when my friends talk about romance, I often loudly proclaim: "Even if a woman is completely naked, as long as I don't touch her body, don't even think about me getting hard!"

Before I could even touch her, my penis was already hard. This girl, last night, was completely naked in front of me, and she didn't react this enthusiastically. How come today, seeing only her bare back and big white buttocks, she reacts so strongly? What if I stop?

No, no, I took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, then inhaled again, then exhaled again. After only two deep breaths, she had already put down her plate, walked towards me, reached out and hooked her arms around my neck, then gave me a kiss.

A warm, smooth, and tender body pressed against me, her breasts only separated by a thin layer of fabric, pressed tightly against my chest. My penis was no longer under my control, hard as an iron rod, pressing against the base of her thighs.

She immediately reacted, reaching down and grabbing my hard penis through my pants, moaning "Mmm!"

My left hand caressed A-tou's smooth back, while my right hand gently stroked her bare buttocks.

I knew A-tou had set a pink trap today, but I hadn't expected it to be so direct. I was deeply trapped the moment I walked in. This A-tou, she's got a way with me, really a way with me.

After a passionate kiss, A-tou pushed me away, her right hand still gripping my erect penis, and said, "Let's eat something first. The food is still warm. After we eat, we'll have some fun..."

Eating, joking—I was in the throes of passion, my penis burning hot. How could I hold back without taking care of it?

"No, let's have sex first!" Her right hand reached up from A-tou's plump buttocks, found the bow, and pulled it off. The apron was off A-tou's body, and now A-tou was naked again.

A-tou's lips rubbed against my cheek, from my lips to my cheek, while her hands unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, saying, "Even if we don't eat first... we still need to... take a... shower..."

Because it was summer, once the shirt was off, I was naked on my upper body. A-tou's breasts pressed against my chest, and I immediately felt two hard nipples rubbing slowly against my chest. "Oh!" A tingling sensation spread throughout my body.

I didn't care about taking a shower, and besides, A-tou had already taken off my pants, leaving me only in my underwear. A-tou reached out and pulled down my underwear, but because of her posture, she couldn't pull it off immediately.

I kicked off my leather shoes, swung my arm horizontally, and with a slight effort, scooped A-tou up in my arms. A-tou let out a soft gasp, wrapped her arms around my neck, and lifted her head, her lips very close to mine. I lowered my head, and with a flick of my tongue, I slipped it into her mouth. I took a step forward, carrying A-tou into her room.

Holding A-tou, I fell onto the bed, our lips still pressed together, our four hands busy roaming over each other's bodies.

A-tou's skin was smooth and delicate, especially her breasts and thighs, which felt slightly cool to the touch. As my hands caressed A-tou's body, A-tou remembered I still had my underwear on. This time, she immediately pulled it off and grabbed my hard, burning penis, using both hands simultaneously, one to grab my penis and the other to touch my scrotum.

When my hard, hot penis was grasped and rubbed by Aya's soft, delicate hands, waves of tingling sensation shot straight to my heart. The feeling was no less pleasurable than ejaculation.

While enjoying Aya's two hands rubbing my penis, I continued to press my tongue against hers, while my two hands attacked from two directions. One hand grasped Aya's 34-inch breasts, gently kneading her hard nipples with two fingers. The other hand reached into Aya's thighs, tracing the inner thighs inwards. When my hand reached the bulge between Aya's legs, the first thing I touched was a fine, soft, curly tuft of pubic hair, starting from her lower abdomen and extending downwards. The touch told me that Aya seemed to have quite a lot of pubic hair.

My fingers followed the pubic hair downwards, finding the cleft. With a probe of my index finger, I immediately found a round, protruding little fleshy ball.

I found the small fleshy ball, pinched it with two fingers, and slowly rubbed it. Aya moaned "Mmm, mmm" repeatedly. My middle finger traced the edge of the cleft, making a few circles before suddenly thrusting into her vagina. The

moment my middle finger entered, there was an immediate tightening sensation, and Aya's juices flowed freely.

My middle finger remained still inside her vagina, while my other two fingers continued to rub and caress her clitoris.

Aya moaned repeatedly, her lips leaving my kiss as I rubbed her clitoris, drool dripping from the corner of her wet mouth. This girl was probably so comfortable that she was even drooling.

I pressed my cheek against Aya's pink cheek, her hand still holding my burning penis. My two-pronged attack continued, my hand pinching her nipples, alternating between her breasts, my fingers occasionally moving in and out of her vagina, the focus remaining on rubbing and kneading her clitoris.

A series of indistinct moans escaped her throat. Her hand loosened its grip on my penis, her toes contracted, and the walls of her vagina contracted rhythmically, releasing gushing fluids. A woman had her first orgasm.

As her vagina contracted, her limbs flattened, and more fluids gushed out, wetting my palm.

I withdrew my hand from her vagina and grabbed some toilet paper from the bedside table to wipe my wet hand.

With a straightening motion, he transitioned from a tight embrace with A-tou to a seated position. Looking at A-tou's outstretched limbs, he had wanted to properly admire her naked body. Twice, while holding her naked, he hadn't had a chance to properly appreciate the young girl's body. Now, with his throbbing erection, looking at A-tou after her orgasm, he no longer hesitated. He pulled A-tou's legs up and placed them on his shoulders. Holding his penis with one hand and parting A-tou's vaginal opening with the other, he thrust his hips forward, and the head of his penis entered her vagina. A-tou let out a soft "hmm."

It was so tight, a young 18-year-old girl; his penis was immediately enveloped. With another thrust of his hips, her vagina, full of lubrication, finally allowed his entire penis to penetrate.

Aya's moans came one after another. I slowly withdrew my penis, then quickly thrust it back in. But Aya's vagina was so tight and juicy; pulling out was difficult, and inserting was even harder. With each thrust, the glans was gripped tightly by the vaginal walls, the tip of the glans trembling under the tender flesh of Aya's vagina.

With each thrust, Aya let out a soft moan, her hands completely powerless to lift, her eyes tightly closed. Each impact of my penis into her vagina caused her breasts to sway, the pink nipples and areolas bobbing with each impact. Looking closely, they appeared as pink blossoms swaying in the wind.

Aya's legs, which were resting on my shoulders, seemed to be straining again. I knew that Aya's orgasm was approaching again.

Rushing to ejaculate into Aya's vagina during her second orgasm, I lowered her legs from my shoulders, bringing them together. I lay on top of her, feeling her hardened nipples against my chest, my penis thrusting powerfully between her tightly pressed legs.

Aya, almost unconscious, suddenly clung to me tightly, moaning "Hah, ah," her vagina contracting forcefully—her second orgasm had arrived. My

already tense nerves suddenly relaxed. I gripped her neck, cheek to cheek, breathing rapidly, my glans dilating, and a stream of semen shot deep into her vagina.

Holding her neck tightly, I chuckled, but Aya remained motionless, her mouth wide open, gasping for breath.

My penis twitched a few more times, then, still deeply inserted in A-tou's vagina after ejaculation, I released my grip on her neck and collapsed weakly onto her. For a long, long time… my

softened penis slid out. I grabbed a stack of toilet paper and stuffed it between A-tou's legs, then turned and lay flat on the bed, my right hand still resting on her breasts, two fingers still pinching her right nipple.

A soft voice, seemingly from the clouds, drifted over, "Am I dead…? It feels so good… like… in the sky… floating… with the clouds…" A-tou's voice rang out gently.

I lay still and replied, "Clean yourself up, the sheets are probably all wet."

A-tou rolled over, straddling me, pressing her large breasts against my chest, holding my head in her hands, and forcefully shoving her tongue into my mouth.

A few soft "mmm" sounds from her lips, and she stopped kissing me. She propped herself up on her hands, her delicate pink face right above mine. She said, "It feels so good, I've never felt so good before."

I stretched out my arms and hugged her, saying, "You just had two orgasms."

I am, so when it comes to how to pursue a wife, I could talk for three days and three nights and still not finish.

As a successful man, behind him, besides a pair of warm hands rocking the cradle, there's often another pair of hands that don't rock the cradle—we collectively call this "mistress."

I'm not a successful man, not even close to being successful. I'm not even 30, just married, working in a small company, my monthly income barely enough to make ends meet. Forget about a house, I don't even own a car. And yet, like those successful men, besides a pair of hands rocking the cradle, I also have another pair of hands that don't rock the cradle—my daughter.

It wasn't me who went looking for her. Ever since a young girl suddenly appeared in our house, I'd been worried. Sure enough, only a month after she moved in, this idiot fell for her young, vibrant body. The first time she came to me, I was secretly thrilled. The second time, when I took off her clothes, I was captivated by that 18-year-old girl's energetic, full breasts and long, fair legs. Now, she compares me to her husband and kicks him out, calling him an old turtle. I'm really in a mess. Other men keep women outside, keeping them as mistresses. This idiot of mine actually got a woman in my own home, face to face with her every day, with no way to escape.

Thinking back on this whole thing, I really have to blame my wife. If she hadn't been heavily pregnant, our daughter would never have had a chance. Now, she's experienced the pleasure of sex and realized that this kind of happiness is something her husband can't give her, so she's practically glued to me. Actually, I should slap myself too. If I'm going to have sex with a woman, I should just enjoy myself. Why did I have to make our daughter have two orgasms? Our daughter is so young and inexperienced. She doesn't know that sex can make a woman feel like she's in heaven. I was such an idiot, thinking I was so great. The first time was fine, but the second time she was completely blown away. No wonder she wanted a third time...

Coincidentally, there was something at work that required someone to go to the south. I volunteered and went for two days and one night.

Two days later, I returned home around 8 p.m. that night. As soon as I opened the front door, I heard a man's voice inside. This was strange, since the only other person in the house besides me was A-tou's husband. Could it be that A-tou's husband had returned? I went inside and sure enough, I saw Danbangke at home.

I reached back with both hands and grasped A-tou's breasts. I stopped moving and lay on top of A-tou, pressing my whole body against hers. Time passed second by second...

A-tou (4)

Although she had just had sex, A-tou's skin still felt slightly cool to the touch. I gently stroked A-tou's naked body with both hands. My penis was still hard inside A-tou's vagina. I thought for a moment, then pulled my penis out of A-tou's vagina and sat up.

A-tou reacted immediately, opening her eyes and looking at me. She was a little confused about what I was going to do!

Looking at the naked girl, her perky breasts, slender waist, flat stomach, and the slightly protruding, rosy labia between her legs without pubic hair, I naturally placed my hands, one above the other, on her breasts and vulva, gently stroking them.

Although she had just experienced an orgasm, she still moaned softly under my caresses.

My right hand pinched her nipple, while my left hand found her clitoris at the entrance of her vagina, gently pinching it as I asked her, "Girl, have you ever tried using your mouth?"

"Use my mouth for what?" Girl lay sprawled out, enjoying my caresses, replying with a hint of confusion.

"Use your mouth! I kiss your vulva with my mouth, and you suck my penis with your mouth!" I said slowly and leisurely.

"That's impossible!" Girl didn't believe it at all.

"Of course there is! Kissing each other's genitals is called 'oral sex,' it feels really good. I shaved your pubic hair so I could teach you how to do oral sex!" I was determined. If I was going to do it, I wanted to do it well. My wife was heavily pregnant, so sex wasn't very convenient for her. I was using my girlfriend as a substitute. Anyway, sleeping with her was just a favor to my boyfriend. Maybe if I trained her well, he'd thank me. As long as I felt good, I didn't care about the consequences later!

"Ugh! No, that's dirty!" My girlfriend still didn't believe in oral sex!

Seeing that I couldn't reason with her, I had to resort to the "leading by example" approach from the military. Once I made up my mind, I acted immediately. I leaned down and kissed her. I said, "Watch me, I'll make you feel good first!"

I straddled her, turned my head towards her vulva, spread her legs apart, and lowered my head, my mouth already buried in her vulva. Ha! Aya's vulva was wet; the vaginal fluid from her orgasm hadn't been cleaned up!

Never mind, someone once said that a young girl's vaginal fluid is nourishing.

Let it nourish! I aimed at her clitoris, stuck out my tongue, and licked it first.

This was quite something! Aya let out a soft gasp, her legs tightening, clamping my head firmly between them; her snow-white thighs felt wonderful to the touch, and with this clamping force, the insides of her thighs pressed against my ears, which was quite a sensation.

I ignored it, sticking out my tongue again, licking Aya's clitoris vigorously, while simultaneously pulling her legs together, clamping her head between mine, my hard penis pressed against her delicate cheek.

Having no experience with oral sex, Aya naturally didn't know how to suck my penis, but I didn't care, diligently licking her vulva, especially the small protruding clitoris, again and again. The more I licked, the more relaxed her legs became.

The girl, who had never had her clitoris licked by a man before, was now in ecstasy again. Her legs straightened, her hands gripping my hard penis, her body trembling, and she moaned softly, "Oh...oh...um...oh...oh...um..."

Hearing her moans, I knew that if I pushed harder, the girl, who had no experience with oral sex, would soon have another orgasm. But I wouldn't let her orgasm. I had to bring her to a sudden stop before she did. I wanted her to give me oral sex, not me to give her oral sex. So I changed from licking her clitoris to gently biting it with my teeth. This action brought another long moan from her, and her legs, which had been lying flat, tightened once more.

As A-tou tensed her legs, my tongue changed its target once more, this time licking the tender flesh of her inner thighs, closest to her vulva, several times before retracting all movement. Just before A-tou was about to climax again, I rolled over and sat up.

A-tou's sensation was like a taut bowstring about to release an arrow, then suddenly relaxing, a sudden loss of fullness. Her vulva, in the midst of extreme fullness, was suddenly swept by a cool breeze. Caught off guard, A-tou's legs remained tense.

Gently pinching the nipples of A-tou's breasts, I gazed at her intently.

Slowly regulating her breathing, A-tou looked at me with wide eyes: "Brother, why did you stop! I was enjoying it!"

My hands were still pinching A-tou's nipples, which were hard and firm, and pinching them was a kind of enjoyment. I said slowly, "This is oral sex. I use my mouth and tongue to lick your little pussy. Isn't it nice?"

"Mmm, it feels so good, but, brother! I was enjoying it, why did you stop?" A-tou asked with a puzzled look.

"You were enjoying it, but what about me? I licked you, but you didn't lick me!" I replied to A-tou with a smile, and suddenly tightened my grip on her nipples.

"Ah!" Aya cried out softly again, "Gently, brother! It hurts!"

My right hand pinched her nipple, while my left hand quickly moved down, covering her vulva with my entire palm. My middle finger thrust in, forcefully penetrating her vagina. That hairless vulva felt so good to touch. I said, "It's your turn to suck my penis!"

Aya sat up, facing me, looking down at my hard, red penis. "How do I suck it?"

Aya's sitting position made it a little awkward for me to insert my hand into her vagina. I pulled my hand out and returned it to her nipple, still pinching it. "Popsicle, have you ever eaten a popsicle? A penis is a popsicle, how do you eat a popsicle!"

"I've eaten popsicles, I know how to eat a popsicle, first take a big bite!" Aya chuckled.

A feeling like an electric shock shot through my brain. I said, "Yes, that's it, lick it while taking the whole penis into your mouth!"

It was a completely different feeling. My penis was so hard it felt like it was about to burst inside Aya's warm little mouth. I reached out and stroked Aya's smooth back, saying, "Yes, that's it. Suck it a few times, then lick the glans, and the scrotum, don't forget the scrotum..."

With my penis in her mouth, Aya said in a slightly unclear voice, "Suck the two testicles too!"

"Yes, suck the penis, lick the glans, then suck the scrotum, suck the two testicles..."

Before I could finish speaking, Aya had already shifted her focus. She opened her cherry-like mouth and took one of my testicles into her mouth, sucking hard once, then switching sides.

My heart seemed to clench suddenly. While Aya was sucking my testicles, I quickly said, "Gently, gently, don't use too much force on the testicles!"

"Hmm!" Aya relaxed her grip slightly, sucking the testicle a few more times before returning to the glans. She held my penis in one hand, licked the urethral opening with her tongue, and then licked around the glans a few times.

I could only close my eyes, my breathing becoming heavier and heavier, making muffled panting sounds. Although A-tou's vagina was tight, and the feeling of my penis being tightly enveloped by her vagina during thrusting was pleasurable, this oral service was even better.

A-tou had her back to me, her head down, busy on my penis, sometimes sucking it, sometimes licking the glans, sometimes sucking my testicles, making me extremely happy.

Suddenly, A-tou stopped all her movements, turned to me and said, "Brother! Is this okay?"

"Yes, of course it's okay, you're sucking very well, I feel very comfortable, just like this!"

"But my head is sore!" A-tou protested.

"Okay, I'll teach you another move!" I paused and then said, "Turn your butt towards my face, come on!"

"Oh! Like this!" A-tou straddled me, pressing her entire vulva against my face, turned her head, and took my penis into her mouth again, making it 69.

As I watched her wet vulva cover my face, I placed my hands on the inside of her thighs, spread them apart, and opened my mouth to lick her parted cleft forcefully.

She let out another moan, her mouth still holding my penis, and tightened her legs once more.

Her wide-open vagina faced me, the vulva exposed without any pubic hair. The open vagina, the tender red opening—at such close range, it felt like entering a blood-red world. I opened my mouth wide and licked her clitoris furiously, then stretched out my tongue and plunged it into her wide-open vagina. Her vaginal fluids dripped freely, my mouth filled with both my own saliva and hers. My penis throbbed hard inside her mouth…

I don't know how much time passed, but with my mouth open, tongue out, and even my nose inside her vagina, she moaned softly as she sucked on my penis. That numbing sensation returned. I suddenly placed my hands on her buttocks, hugging her tightly, my mouth and nose completely covered by her vulva. A deep roar escaped my lips, my penis trembled, and a large amount of semen shot out.

Aya took my penis in her mouth tightly, all the way to the back of her throat, and streams of semen shot straight into her throat.

Holding Aya's buttocks, my open mouth was buried tightly in her vagina, and her vaginal fluids flowed directly into my mouth without air. Aya seemed to have another orgasm, but I was a little dazed from being sucked by her and didn't quite understand.

Time seemed to stand still. The 69 position remained unchanged, and my penis in Aya's mouth gradually softened. I pushed Aya's buttocks away slightly and took a breath.

The orgasm was over, and my penis had softened. I patted Aya's buttocks and said, "Okay, get up."

Aya hummed again and sat up.

I lay there, placing my hands on A-tou's thighs, gently stroking her fair skin. "Little slut, is it good?"

"You're still talking! You shot all over me!" A-tou pouted.

"I swallowed it! Yang essence nourishes the body! I swallowed all the lustful fluids you released." I don't know if it's true or not, but since others said so, I just followed suit.

"Really!" A-tou laughed.

"Of course it's true, that's what the books say!" Once the lie started, I went all the way.

"Hmm, brother, I swallowed all your semen." A-tou said, reaching out to nudge my limp penis.

Still stroking A-tou's thighs, I sat up and said, "I'll teach you this oral sex today, was it good?"

"Hmm, next time I want to play this kind of—oral—sex—" A-tou giggled.

My

relationship with A-tou continued like this, with sex once or twice a week, each time extremely enjoyable.

Whenever Danbangke returned, A-tou was always home. He was very satisfied and would often bring me gifts. Once, he gave my wife a beautiful jade bracelet, a vibrant green. A-tou had given it to her through Danbangke, saying he had brought back two, one for each of them. My wife happily accepted it, and even now, more than 20 years later, the bracelet is still there, though she rarely wears it.

When A-tou left, she was crying, and Danbangke held my hand tightly, giving me another 20,000 yuan, repeatedly thanking me, which made me feel truly embarrassed.

Not long after A-tou left, I moved away too, and I lost contact with her ever since. She was 18 when we first met, and now more than 20 years have passed. I wonder how she's doing...

Thinking about it now, this kind of thing—playing with someone else's wife and taking money from her husband—is not only unprecedented, but probably will never happen again.

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(This post was edited by Zero Degree Missing You on 2015-04-20 14:38)

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