【Ning Que and Mo Shanshan】(07) Author: huihui1983

Author: huihui1983
Word Count: 13851

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Click to see larger image. When I woke up on the second morning

of the trip

, Ning Que was looking at me affectionately. I smiled and asked him, "What, want to
do it again ?"

Ning Que smiled and said, "Yes!"

I smiled too, "Wait until I go to the bathroom."

As I got out of bed, I realized that Ning Que and I had been dreaming too much. Losing my virginity wasn't so easy
. Walking, I found that every step was like being torn apart. I frowned and made my way to the bathroom.
When I came out, Ning Que had already noticed my discomfort. He helped me back to bed and told me to rest and not move, saying he would
take care of me.

I pretended to be a little annoyed: "You should be taking care of me. It's my first time, and you were
so rough . Weren't you afraid of hurting me?"

Ning Que said sheepishly, "I didn't mean to be so rough at first. You were moaning with me first, it felt really good..."

I smiled and took his hand: "It really felt good."

Ning Que happily came over and kissed me. I suddenly remembered the text message Uncle Ning had sent me yesterday and continued
to tease Ning Que: "Your dad was really prescient. He used the word 'troublemaker,' which is very fitting. My
lower body has really been 'troubled' quite a bit by you."

Ning Que burst out laughing. I pulled back the blanket that Ning Que had just covered me with, exposing my fresh, living
flesh .

"Come on, 'trouble' me again," I said to Ning Que with a smile. Ning Que looked helpless. After all, he
had been beaten , and he was still traumatized by Uncle Ning's warnings. Uncle Ning probably never dreamed that
the word "troublemaker" would become the most frequently used code word for sex between Ning Que and me in the future.

"Shanshan, you were in so much pain just now." Ning Que looked exasperated.

I replied nonchalantly, "I was in a lot of pain yesterday too, but it was also a kind of comfortable pain."

Ning Que shook his head vigorously. "I'll go downstairs and buy you some breakfast. I'm starving
."

I pretended to be extremely reluctant and said okay. Ning Que ran out as if he were escaping. I smiled happily again
. This guy had done so much work yesterday, expending a lot of energy. He must be really hungry now
.

Ning Que returned quickly, bringing back delicious fried dough sticks and tofu pudding.
Unlike , the tofu pudding here was soaked in a dark brown broth with egg flowers and some other things I couldn't recognize,
but it was delicious. The fried dough sticks were also crispy and soft. Beijing breakfast is so comforting.

After breakfast, Ning Que helped me wipe my hands clean. I opened my arms to him, and Ning Que, understanding my intention, pulled me into
his embrace. I whispered in his ear, "Now, can you ravage me?"

Ning Que looked helpless, "Shan Shan, how long are you planning to use that word?"

I grinned and said, "A lifetime."

Ning Que laughed, "Okay, then I'll ravage you for a lifetime."

What a lewd day! Because of the pain in my lower body, I couldn't walk comfortably, so I stayed in bed all
day, not leaving the hotel. I ordered takeout from Meituan for all my meals. Ning Que was also practically glued to the bed because of me.

Ning Que was very careful during our first time today, afraid he might really ravage me. He was very
gentle during penetration. The pain wasn't as bad, but the pleasure was much less intense. Even when he ejaculated, I still felt
itchy like I was hanging in mid-air, which was very uncomfortable. My desire had just been slowly built up to a high point when it
abruptly stopped and then slowly subsided naturally.

So the second time, I took the initiative to seduce Ning Que. When he was lying on the bed reading, I slid over and
took his penis into my mouth. When it got hard, I flipped over and sat on top of him. I tried to
recall the movements of the girls in the AVs I had secretly watched, and moved my body back and forth. Later, I found that the force
seemed too weak, so I changed to up and down stroking, which suddenly became very exciting.

When he moved up and down, it hurt a lot inside. Ning Que saw me wincing and gasping for breath, and asked
, "Does it hurt a lot? Want to change positions?"

I shook my head, "No, it feels good."

It really did feel good. This position had a special advantage: Ning Que's glans could reach my
very inside with every thrust, the so-called "flower core." Every time, it gave me a special kind of pleasure
, much
more stimulating than rubbing the front. When he rubbed my clitoris and my inner walls, it was just comfortable, but with the very inside, every touch was like an electric current. If he hit it hard, my head would
feel a slight buzzing. I loved that feeling, so every time I moved,
I would feeling the penetration of his penis from the entrance to the very end.

But this position was so tiring, and since it still hurt, I quickly couldn't hold on any longer. Ning Que
held my buttocks, telling me not to move, and then he bent his legs and suddenly started thrusting, his body moving up and down,
his penis moving in and out of my vagina at high speed.

Ah, so good, so good! It was more than twice as fast as before, and each thrust
was much stronger. The continuous stimulation made my whole body go numb, and I weakly clung to Ning Que, only raising
my buttocks to facilitate his movements.

Ning Que maintained this rhythm, and by the time he ejaculated, I was too weak to move at all.
As he pulled out his penis, I wearily rolled over, murmuring, "So good."

Ning Que removed the condom to clean himself, and happily asked, "Did you orgasm?"

I shook my head, "Probably not, not as good as last time when you used your hand, but it felt so good. I'd be willing to do this
for the rest of my life ." Yes, it really felt so good, and this was enough for me.

After our afternoon nap, we did it for the third time that afternoon, and for the fourth time before going to bed that night. Both times
I used the woman-on-top position, sitting on Ning Que. I loved the feeling of being penetrated to the very core every time
.

And, on the fourth time, I finally experienced my first orgasm.

I was still on top, still weakly holding Ning Que, my buttocks raised as he thrust and pounded into me forcefully. But
four times a day was exhausting; the pleasure wasn't as intense as the second time. Perhaps it was because I'd been penetrated
so many times, and the pain was much more intense than the second time.

So, when Ning Que withdrew, I actually breathed a sigh of relief, ready to get a good night's sleep.
Unexpectedly, Ning Que didn't ejaculate. Instead, he moved behind me and changed positions.

Ning Que positioned me in a kneeling position, lifted my buttocks, and then his still hard and hot
member thrust in again, continuing his rapid thrusting.

This position was so special, it was practically designed specifically for sex. Ning Que's glans could still
hit my very inside, but the speed and force were much stronger than before. My pleasure
was quickly aroused, quickly overshadowing the pain. It

felt so good. I lay on the pillow, moaning incessantly. When it got too stimulating, I even bit the pillow,
making whimpering sounds. Ning Que said from behind me, "Shan Shan, make a sound, I want to hear it."

I couldn't help but scream, not caring if the people in the next room could hear me, it felt so good.

I buried my head in the pillow, feeling every inch of my skin burned by the flames of desire. I wanted to scream,
wanted to bite. Waves of pleasure stimulated me so much that I even started pounding the bed.

The stimulation was too intense, and wave after wave pushed me to the highest point. I felt dizzy
, gritting my teeth to keep from passing out. Ning Que began his high-speed thrusting, and suddenly a thought struck me:
"Ning Que, take off the condom, shoot inside, hurry, take off the condom, shoot inside."

Ning Que hesitated for a moment, then immediately pulled his penis out, ripped off the condom, and thrust it back in. Ah,
the most direct and intimate contact between flesh and flesh, even more intense than before. I urged Ning Que: "Hurry
up, I think I'm about to come." Yes, these waves that made me dizzy,
those that made my tense will almost collapse, must be the legendary peak. Ning Que thrust rapidly, and
the stimulation from the unprotected glans seemed even stronger. My will finally broke down, everything went black, and the tide of desire breached
the dam, the huge wave instantly engulfing my entire body. I trembled with pleasure.

Ning Que also let out a soft "Ah," his penis pressing firmly against my deepest part before he forcefully ejaculated.

After a long while, Ning Que and I lay side-by-side on the bed. I sighed, "It feels so good,
even better than I imagined."

Ning Que smiled and nodded, then asked me curiously, "Why did you make me take off the condom before ejaculating inside?"

I was a little embarrassed, "I read some novels that said women would have
an orgasm when a man's semen hits them."

Ning Que chuckled, "And then?"

I said dejectedly, "You can't feel anything inside when you ejaculate. Those novels are all nonsense."

Ning Que laughed and said, "The novels that say women also squirt vaginal fluid, I think that's even more nonsense."

I nodded in agreement, then whispered, "But I really was about to climax then. I really hoped that
when I climaxed for the first time, you would ejaculate inside me."

Ning Que said, "Me too."

I continued, "Also, I really liked that position just now, it felt so good."

Ning Que smiled and said, "I also like the doggy style the most, it's the least tiring."

I hummed in agreement and continued, "And the woman-on-top position, I especially like that too."

Ning Que was a little puzzled, "Why?"

I was a little shy, "Because you can grab my breasts while we're doing it..."

Ning Que chuckled, then reached out and gently stroked my breasts.

I hesitated, "Ning Que, I probably can't do it today, it hurts down there..."

Ning Que smiled and said, "I'm too tired, if you make me give up, I'll really surrender."

I hummed in agreement, "Just now, I had my first climax, I
've achieved the most desired goal of our trip, I'm satisfied, I can go out and play with you tomorrow."

Ning Que nodded and said okay, looking very proud, as if my climax made him so great.

Then, due to our excessive indulgence, we didn't get out of bed until noon on the third day... I drew back the curtains,
looked at the blazing sun outside, frowned, and started ordering takeout on my phone.

It was almost two o'clock when I finished eating. The pain in my lower body had subsided, but I still lingered in bed, unwilling
to go out . It was hot and sunny outside, but the air conditioning in the room was comfortable, allowing me to read quietly. With Ning Que with me,
I might be able to do what I wanted a few more times.

However, men and women are really different in this regard. Yesterday, we did it four times, and I recovered
very well; I could do it whenever I wanted. But Ning Que looked exhausted sitting at his desk.

In the afternoon, I walked naked in front of him several times
,
but he remained unmoved. Even when I snuggled up to him and sat on his lap, placing his hand on my breast, he only symbolically rubbed it a couple of times, saying he wasn't feeling well right now and would play with me properly tonight.

I lay on the bed, feeling utterly depressed, flipping through Ning Que's programming book. Ning Que was engrossed in
typing on his laptop. Since being admitted to university through a special program, he had devoted a great deal of energy to learning programming.
Coupled with his already strong foundation, he was already writing some small software programs.

Actually, my body didn't really crave it; yesterday's intense battles had left me feeling completely exhausted.
But I really craved the feeling of being held by Ning Que, of him entering me.

Finally, around 10 PM, Ning Que closed his laptop and went to shower. I was already
clean waiting in bed, thinking, "This time I can't let him off easily. Let's see if I can still make him come
three times."

Then, I realized I had overestimated myself. My stamina had completely vanished before Ning Que's.
Of course, this was mainly because Ning Que had gone astray.

Ning Que had been looking at his laptop for so long; he definitely wasn't just learning programming. He was probably secretly researching sexual techniques.

This time, he hesitated to penetrate, only teasing me with various stimuli—mouth and hands. He sucked on
my nipples, gently bit my earlobe, and rubbed my clitoris, arousing me to a fever pitch, yet he still
wouldn't enter.

When Ning Que mischievously inserted his middle finger into my vagina and began to probe relentlessly, my fluids had already soaked
his palm. But this scoundrel continued exploring until he found a spot that made me
tremble at the slightest touch. He then began to repeatedly bend his finger to stimulate that spot.

I frowned and asked Ning Que, "Is that the G-spot?"

Ning Que nodded and hummed in agreement, continuing his work. My whole body undulated uncontrollably with his fingers;
it felt so good, but this wasn't what I wanted. This was just physical stimulation; I preferred him to penetrate me.
The sense of belonging I felt when I arrived.

I frowned and muttered, "I don't want fingers, I want a penis." Ning Que just brushed me off, "Wait a minute,
wait a minute ."

After a little while,
when I wanted it again, Ning Que still told me to wait, but this time I couldn't wait any longer. If I waited any longer, I would reach my climax. I angrily hit Ning Que hard and said fiercely, "Hurry up and change to
a penis , I'm about to climax."

Ning Que grinned and spread my legs, inserting his already rock-hard penis straight in. Ah, so comfortable,
I love this full and swollen feeling. I easily closed my eyes, waiting for Ning Que's rapid thrusting, waiting for my
climax to arrive.

Ning Que probably hadn't even thrust twenty times when I completely lost control. The pleasure washed over me like a huge wave, and
my whole body suddenly lost its strength. I lazily stretched out my legs and let out a long sigh.

Ning Que pulled out his penis, then took out a condom and put it on. He grinned wickedly, "Shan Shan, it's time to officially begin
. Do you want to sit on top?"

This scoundrel! I had no strength left. Ning Que lifted my legs, placed them on his shoulders, and forcefully
thrust in and out rapidly. I lay limply on the bed, truly feeling ravaged by him. The word "destroyer"
came to mind , but I couldn't laugh anymore. Another wave of pleasure washed over me. I had no
strength left to interact and could only close my eyes and enjoy it.

The second orgasm came much faster than the first.
Had the desire accumulated from being teased by Ning Que for so long the first time not yet subsided with the first orgasm? I moaned happily, asking Ning Que to release
my legs. I put my legs on his shoulders, freeing his hands to support my buttocks, allowing him
to thrust even faster. Then, just as I was thinking about how to adjust my position for more comfort, the orgasm
seemed to come abruptly. I sighed, thinking there was no need to adjust my position, and collapsed onto the bed.

I was panting heavily and told Ning Que to wait a moment; I couldn't take it anymore and needed to rest. Ning Que grinned and
agreed, but his hands didn't stop. He flipped me over and wouldn't let me lie face down. I knew he wanted to use
the doggy style again, the most intense way of sex.

Sure enough, before I had even finished panting, Ning Que's penis was already thrusting in unreasonably
again . Strangely, this time I was extremely sensitive from the start. Although I was very tired, the fatigue
kept increasing my dizziness, especially when Ning Que used this position to constantly stimulate my innermost part. My
mind was buzzing.

Ning Que's stamina was amazing. Although I was sensitive the third time, I lasted much
longer than the second time, but even when I reached orgasm, Ning Que showed no sign of slowing down.

Even in this kneeling position, with just the back-and-forth thrusting during the act, my body was starting
to give out. Perhaps the relentless sexual pleasure had drained all my strength. As this wave of pleasure
washed over me, I ignored Ning Que's movements behind me and collapsed onto the bed, his penis slipping out of my vagina
.

Ning Que didn't stop. He leaned down, reached out and probed slightly before inserting himself again,
then began trying to continue with me in this prone position. Perhaps the position was awkward, as penetration was shallow
and slow. Ning Que pulled a pillow from the side to place under me. Ah, that was much more comfortable.

This time, I barely had the strength to scream, only able to moan softly. Fortunately, this position was
very energy-efficient and still allowed for deep penetration. I buried my face in the pillow, letting the pleasure spread throughout my body.

However, this position must have been very strenuous for Ning Que. He pressed down on me, relying entirely on his abdominal muscles
to thrust his penis inside me. Although the frequency was much slower than the previous rear-entry position, he managed to maintain
that rhythm. The waves of my previous orgasm hadn't completely subsided when another surged in.

When Ning Que finally ejaculated, my fourth orgasm arrived. My thighs even cramped a bit.
I collapsed weakly onto the bed. The cramps only lasted a couple of times, but my whole body trembled uncontrollably,
almost as if convulsing.

Ning Que asked me with concern what was wrong. I told him it was nothing, just that it felt too good. I checked the time;
almost two hours had passed since we got into bed. I exclaimed, "Ning Que, your stamina is
amazing ! How can you last so long?"

Ning Que said, "It's alright, much easier than running 10,000 meters." Yeah, that's strange. Why is it that
I can run 5,000 meters easily, but I get this tired after sex? Maybe it's because
men and women lose energy differently during sex?

However, I'm still very glad that I forced Ning Que to participate in the long-distance running events and the city run at the annual sports meet.
I'm glad that we've been running every day for nearly 10 years since elementary school. I laughed and said, "I never thought that
our casual long-distance running in elementary school would lead to such a result."

Ning Que also laughed and said, "I gave up Tsinghua University mainly because the air quality in Beijing is too bad. I can't run long distances and
can't maintain good physical fitness for long periods."

I laughed and said, "So, the average sexual ability of Tsinghua male students is probably not as good as that of
Sun Yat-sen University students." Ning Que laughed and nodded. By some twist of fate, neither of us went to Tsinghua University, and we still have some resentment in our hearts . We
laughed very happily when we talked about this.

However, I suddenly remembered something from high school. Ning Que said that he ran long distances to maintain good physical fitness. I
thought it was to make me more satisfied in bed, and I was shy for a long time. When Ning Que said that it was actually for work,
I felt ashamed of myself for being too lewd. In the end, he confessed that his real purpose was to
prolong .

I turned angry and said, "So that's what you meant when you said that in high school! You pretended to be
innocent, and you even teased me back then, making me think I was too lewd."

Ning Que said helplessly, "I really didn't mean that back then. It was only after I understood what you meant that I started
to think that way..."

I looked at Ning Que's face to make sure he wasn't lying, then thought for a moment and said to him, "Then you
should keep running every day in college."

Ning Que smiled and kissed my cheek, "Shan Shan, don't worry, I'll definitely satisfy you."

What a lewd double entendre! I squeezed Ning Que's little brother hard, and amidst Ning Que's exaggerated screams,
I laughed happily.

On the morning of the fourth day, feeling incredibly comfortable after the night before, I lingered in bed, wanting to sleep in a little longer. Ning Que drew back the curtains, and the blinding
sunlight illuminated the entire room. Without any hesitation, Ning Que pulled back the covers and gave my bare buttocks two hard
slaps, telling me that we absolutely had to go out for a walk today; it was already the fourth day.

I turned my head and saw Ning Que's completely naked body in the blinding sunlight—lean yet fit,
without an ounce of excess fat. I told Ning Que to stand there and not move, then took out my phone and snapped a lot of
photos—my virgin nude photos, and photos of Ning Que after sex—these would surely be our most cherished memories of youth.

I tossed my phone aside and reached out to hug him. Ning Que reluctantly bent down to hug me, but I
pulled him tightly onto my body, saying sweetly, "You spanked my butt too hard, it makes me want it again."

Before Ning Que could react, I whispered in his ear, "We haven't
done it with the curtains open during the day yet, want to try the feeling of daytime debauchery?"

Ning Que couldn't help but laugh out loud, but there was no reaction down there. Dissatisfied, I flipped him over and pressed him against me
, then slowly lowered myself and took his limp penis, which had been so powerful last night but was now
completely limp mouth.

Ning Que found it strange. When we made love, no matter how loudly I screamed, he wouldn't moan,
but when I sucked him, he would close his eyes and moan. Was it more
stimulating to use my mouth than his penis?

His penis was already quite swollen in my mouth. I enveloped the entire glans in my mouth, gently caressing the tip with my
tongue , and Ning Que's moans grew louder. I spat out his penis and tried to straddle him, but Ning Que lingered
, saying, "Shan Shan, suck a little longer."

Okay, I'll satisfy you one more time, so I took it in again. Suddenly, I remembered a tutorial I'd seen that mentioned vacuum suction
techniques, and wondered if I should try it. I only took the glans in my mouth and forcefully sucked all the air out, pressing
the glans tightly against my cheeks and tongue. Then I started sucking and moving it up and down,
and Ning Que suddenly cried out—a particularly pleasurable cry, just like my moaning during sex…

I suddenly felt a great sense of accomplishment and started sucking and moving back and forth forcefully. Hmm, this felt a bit like I was
raping Ning Que, it was really interesting, but a little tiring. After doing this for a while,
the muscles started to ache. I had just relaxed a bit, and was sucking on it normally with my tongue for a couple of times, when Ning Que demanded again
, "Shan Shan, like before..."

So picky. Okay, I sucked harder again, doing this vacuum sucking for about dozens of times, when Ning Que
suddenly shouted, "Shan Shan, stop, stop right now!"

I was stunned for a moment. What happened? Then, a second later, I knew the answer: Ning Que had ejaculated!
His penis was throbbing in my mouth, and thick fluid rushed into my oral cavity. I was a little annoyed. The first
time had an orgasm, I had Ning Que remove the condom so I could
experience the feeling of being drenched in his semen, but I didn't feel it at all. Now, it felt so obvious in my mouth, but I didn't want this
feeling. Ah, if only I could have this experience in my vagina. Oh

, and there's something else. Ning Que actually coaxed me into finishing with his mouth, and I still wanted it down there, but he
ejaculated without saying a word. That's outrageous! I pinched him hard and told him I wouldn't let
him off the hook tonight.

Today's destination was the Bird's Nest. Ning Que led me up a side overpass,
offering a panoramic view of the entire structure.

Ning Que and I quietly gazed at this strange building. I wondered why its shape,
especially its top floor, felt so familiar. I asked Ning Que, who smiled mysteriously
but didn't answer.

Ning Que quietly said, "I became particularly
interested However, I think it's beautiful not because it resembles a bird's nest; in fact, it doesn't."

I nodded. It certainly didn't. When we were in elementary school, we often climbed trees to collect bird eggs, but we never saw a bird's nest like this
. I continued to wonder why it felt so familiar and beautiful.

Ning Que continued, changing the subject: "Shanshan, do you see that? The outer steel frame of the entire stadium
is abstractly made of lines. What does it look like?"

I looked at it: "It's shaped like a 7, but the horizontal line is much longer than the vertical line, almost twice as
long . Hmm, why doesn't it collapse? How can this design withstand earthquakes?"

Ning Que smiled happily: "When I first saw pictures of the Bird's Nest, I had the same thought. How could this structure possibly have good
earthquake resistance? Later, after reading several papers, I truly understood. This design is really
ingenious."

Ning Que pointed to the building in the distance: "Shanshan, look closely. In this complex steel structure, there are many
main beams and columns called trusses. All the 7-shaped main trusses are not facing the center of the ellipse,
but rather to its side, connecting with another truss on the other side, forming the shape of a soccer goal. Therefore,
the Bird's Nest's trusses are not 48 7-shaped main trusses, but 24 gate-shaped main trusses."

I suddenly realized: "This way, the downward pressure in the middle is much less." " This solves the earthquake resistance problem immediately;
the design is brilliant."

Ning Que continued to guide me: "Shanshan, look at those main trusses again. Remove the two columns and the straight lines; what shape are they?"

This time, I didn't even need to observe carefully; I immediately understood: "Tangents! Tangents to an ellipse! No wonder I felt
so familiar with them; they're the tangents in mathematics."

Ning Que was very happy: "Shanshan, we really have a lot in common. Do you remember when we derived the formula for the
area ? You kept drawing tangents on a square, eventually cutting out a circle. You held up that diagram and
said, 'I can't believe mathematical diagrams can be so beautiful!' The center of the Bird's Nest is just a circle cut by 24 tangents, isn't it?
It's just that the various connecting components between the main trusses make the whole structure too complex; it's hard for you to see it
clearly ."

I smiled happily too. So this was Ning Que's real purpose in bringing me to the Bird's Nest. He had always remembered that
I liked the tangents to the circle, and he let me see that my crude hand-drawn mathematical diagram had actually been
perfectly realized in reality. My heart was overflowing with happiness.

Then, we walked to the bottom of the bird's nest, and I realized then how big the bird's nest was from a distance.
It's completely unbelievable! Each truss I just saw was almost as wide as Ning Que and I combined.
Looking at the massive, intricate network of steel connections within this colossal building, I was utterly dazzled.

Ning Que explained that each truss was a hollow box, transported and welded together component by component.

The Bird's Nest's twisted and contorted shape meant that each component was unique and highly irregular
.

Pointing to a spot in the air, he said, "Each of these steel frames weighs hundreds of tons. Different
frames are lifted high into the sky by tower cranes, then aligned and welded together in mid-air. Just thinking about it makes me realize
how terrifying the construction technology is."

I nodded earnestly, filled with admiration for the construction workers. No wonder so many people suggested
that the Bird's Nest's construction workers light the torch before the Olympics.

Ning Que told me that even the steel used for these steel box components was specially developed,
far exceeding ordinary steel in stiffness, hardness, and toughness, ensuring the overall structure wouldn't deform. I reached out and touched the massive steel column,
truly awe-inspiring; it really felt like a magnificent building.

Ning Que and I even bought 80 yuan tickets to go up the Bird's Nest's skywalk. We
climbed up the spiral staircase; this steel structure platform was suspended in the air, covered with perforated mesh. Ning Que and I
stepped on it with trepidation, feeling incredibly thrilled.

Standing at the highest point of the Bird's Nest skywalk, on the platform of the original main torch tower, we overlooked the entire
Olympic Forest Park, and looked down at the Bird's Nest and the Water Cube. The steel components and the membrane
structure on the top floor that we had previously looked up at were all beneath our feet, and through those perforated meshes, every detail was clearly visible.

Ning Que exclaimed, "It's truly an exquisite building. Even if we only see this one during our trip to Beijing,
it's worth it. It's something to be proud of that China has such architecture."

"But, the other day, Teacher Huihui said that this is purely a waste of public funds. Weren't you writing about squeezing
money from the people and emptying your coffers in your first year of high school?" I recalled our conversation at Teacher Huihui's house a few days ago, and felt somewhat puzzled.

Ning Que shook his head: "These are two different things. The money spent on hosting the Olympics isn't considered plundering the people's wealth; it's
different ."

Ning Que continued, "Do you remember? For a period of time in my first year of high school, I would mooch breakfast and lunch from you every day. I tried not to use my
allowance if I could, and after saving for more than half a year, plus my New Year's money, I had nearly 2,000 yuan. I bought
a Lego excavator, which was my most beloved toy, and I've treasured it ever since."

Ning Que continued, "Milan took 600 years to build the Milan Cathedral, and it's still a miraculous
building. The country is quite wealthy now, and it doesn't levy exorbitant taxes on its people. Why can't we save some money to build
a modern, magnificent building that will be passed down to future generations?"

I was somewhat speechless. I didn't quite agree with Ning Que's words. I still leaned more towards Teacher Huihui's idea, believing that
the government should prioritize improving people's livelihoods and education when it has money. However, I was embarrassed to say it because I only now realized that Ning Que's
assembled excavator was so expensive. I not only disassembled it for him several times but also broke the motor inside,
and Ning Que didn't say anything. I secretly wondered if I should give him some special services during our intimate moments at night?

Ning Que, unaware of my thoughts, continued, "Teacher Huihui is still a woman, after all.
She doesn't have that kind of magnanimity. If everyone thought like her, we'd never have any amazing buildings to be proud of."

"Besides, Teacher Huihui is just too kind. Whether it's improving people's livelihoods or alleviating poverty, there's never
an end to it. In a pig's eyes, nothing is better than adding a couple of handfuls of pig feed, and a pig will always be missing a couple more handfuls
of pig feed."

This jerk, talking so meanly! I pinched him hard. "Like a woman always missing two more dresses,
right? Don't even think about me using my mouth on you again tonight."

Ning Que paused, "You didn't use your mouth on me the last few nights either?"

I felt a little guilty, "I remembered I broke your Lego set, and you looked so
comfortable , so I wanted to make it up to you tonight. But you were so mean, so I skipped it."

Ning Que laughed, leaning close to my ear, "It's okay, I'll use my mouth on you tonight."

I knew my face was probably red, my ear felt hot, and I grabbed Ning Que's hand tightly, whispering:
"Okay."

Then, two hours later, I changed my mind and ordered Ning Que absolutely not to touch me with his mouth today.

We chose to have lunch near Zhang Zizhong Road subway station. Right outside the station was the very famous Huguosi
Snack Shop . Ning Que and I ordered a set meal together and ate some pretty delicious pea flour cake, hawthorn cake, donkey roll, and other snacks
. We also drank the legendary sour and smelly fermented bean juice.

After snacks, we chose Beixinqiao Braised Pork Offal and Baked Bun Shop, which was about a hundred meters away. Ning Que had
looked it up online and said it was very authentic. I watched the master chef at the door as he skillfully chopped meat and intestines and threw them into a large pot.
In a few quick movements, he cut a baked bun into small pieces about two centimeters square, scooped them into my bowl, and then filled the bowl with soup and meat with a long iron ladle and
served it to me. The whole set of movements was so smooth and graceful. It was so cool!

The taste was really good too. There are many Hakka people in Huizhou, and the food is relatively stronger in flavor than in other parts of Guangdong, but
compared to this, it was worlds apart. This bowl of braised pork offal with baked buns was very salty, with a strong soy sauce flavor and an
indescribable taste. It felt very primitive, but it whetted my appetite. I
ate almost all the various meats and baked buns in the bowl, and drank more than half of the soup. I was sweating profusely, which felt so good.

In the afternoon, we strolled around the old hutongs of Beijing, looking at the old houses, but we
couldn't understand anything. I reminisced about lunch and told Ning Que it felt a bit like eating raw meat. Ning Que chuckled strangely and
asked, "Shanshan, do you know what the meat in braised pork offal is?"

I said, "Pig intestines and other offal, what's wrong?"

Ning Que smiled eerily and said, "To maintain that authentic flavor you were talking about, real old-fashioned braised pork offal shops
don't wash the pig intestines at all when they put them in the pot. They cook them together with pig blood and the contents of the intestines; that's what gives them
flavor ."

I suddenly felt nauseous, but Ning Que wouldn't let it go: "You know, the contents of pig intestines
are ..."

I immediately covered my ears, but I still clearly heard the last two words Ning Que said: "
Poop !"

I angrily punched Ning Que, and he laughed as he parried. I huffed and puffed, "You absolutely cannot kiss
me today, and you absolutely cannot touch me with your mouth tonight. You absolutely cannot eat my private parts with a mouth that's eaten shit!"

Ning Que smiled and agreed. I was puzzled; how could a guy be so mentally strong in this regard? He must have been thinking about these things
while , so how could he still enjoy his meal so much?

Fortunately, the roast duck we had at Bianyifang that evening was delicious and satisfying, and Ning Que didn't say anything more, so I
let him off the hook.

After dinner, we returned to the vicinity of Olympic Park, looking at the Bird's Nest illuminated by various red lights and the
Water Cube emitting a soft, watery blue glow. The buildings at night, bathed in dazzling lights, possessed a completely
different kind of beauty. During the day, they were magnificent up close, but at night, they were exquisitely beautiful from afar.

Ning Que quietly said beside me, "Since we've come to see it, we should see it all."

I softly hummed in agreement, feeling truly happy to be by Ning Que's side. The summer nights in Beijing were very
comfortable. The temperature difference throughout the day in Huizhou was small, but the evening breeze here was cool and dry. Holding Ning Que's hand, I
comfortably felt the breeze on my face. This was the joy of travel, indeed much more comfortable than lying in a hotel bed watching TV
.

Back at the hotel, I quickly stripped naked and went into the bathroom. It was already past 11 pm; if I didn't hurry, we
wouldn't have enough time for sex. Then, just as I was applying shampoo to my hair and
starting , Ning Que, naked, pressed against me from behind, his hands covering my breasts.

Ah, should we bathe together? My face flushed. Although I often strip naked in front of Ning Que these days
, bathing together still felt a bit too shameless, especially since we weren't married yet.

However, my hesitation didn't last long. Ning Que's hands moved from my chest and began to massage
my hair . It felt so intimate; I must love this gentleness too much. I closed my eyes and leaned gently against him,
letting him massage my hair with one hand and lightly caress my body with the other.

After rinsing his hair, Ning Que continued showering the two of us with the showerhead. I poured some shampoo for him
to wash his hair, and also, his pubic hair… Ning Que's penis was incredibly erect,
looking fierce in the foam, yet it felt slippery to the touch, which was quite interesting.

After washing his own hair, Ning Que turned off the showerhead and took a bar of soap to lather me up.
Once I was covered in foam, Ning Que put the soap aside and started rubbing my breasts from behind.
When my skin was covered in foam, his hands were incredibly smooth, completely different from before, without any roughness
. My nipples quickly became engorged and erect under his fingers.

I was so stimulated that I couldn't stand up straight and helplessly braced my hands against the wall. This made it easier for Ning Que
to do something , because in this position, my buttocks were much higher than when I was standing. Ning Que pressed his genitals
against my buttocks and began to gently rub them. With ample soap lather, even this
rubbing felt incredibly intimate and stimulating.

I subtly swayed my hips slightly, letting his erect member sway against me at the perfect position
. It was a truly magical experience; being covered in foam in the bathroom made me far more sensitive than in bed.

I couldn't help but moan with pleasure, closing my eyes to fully savor the novel
pleasure .

It wasn't until Ning Que's hands slid from my breasts to my waist, then pulled my buttocks back, that
I suddenly snapped back to reality. Was this bastard going to do it here?

I hesitated, "Ning Que, should we rinse off before you come in?" Although I didn't understand, I had a vague
feeling that it wouldn't be good to insert it while covered in foam. Ning Que didn't answer, continuing to pull my buttocks back. I
reluctantly lowered my waist, sticking my buttocks up, so he could easily enter. Sexually,
I seemed to have absolutely no resistance.

Sure enough, Ning Que's penis slid in effortlessly, without any resistance,
much more lubricated than ever before. Ning Que was probably stimulated by the special atmosphere today.
As . I felt very strange. Although because there was much more lubrication than before,
the scraping sensation of his glans against my flesh wasn't as obvious, but I felt a much stronger stimulation than before. Why? Was it
because of this novel psychological suggestion in the bathroom?

Ning Que's waist and abdominal strength were really amazing. Like a motor, he kept thrusting in and out at high speed.
The pleasure was getting stronger and stronger. My hands could no longer support me on the wall. I could only hold onto the showerhead stick to
keep from falling.

It was probably only a third of the time yesterday when I reached my climax. With a bang, my mind went black, and I felt so
comfortable that I had no strength left. My legs could no longer support my weight, and my legs gave way, so I slowly collapsed
and knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

Ning Que turned on the shower and gently rinsed us clean. After drying me off, he picked me up and carried me in
his arms. I lazily wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling utterly exhausted, as if all my strength had been drained away by that orgasm
.

Ning Que placed me on the bed, turned to get a condom, tore it open, and clumsily tried to put it on.
Ugh, more to come. I helplessly lay on the bed, then pulled a pillow under my lower abdomen, raising my buttocks
high the easiest position. I simply didn't have the strength
to do what I did before, with my legs draped over his shoulders. And this had another advantage: Ning Que could penetrate deeper, often reaching the head,
which felt so good…

Sure enough, Ning Que entered me again without any foreplay. I buried my head in the pillow, moaning with pleasure
, begging him to slow down, to be gentler. Each of his rapid, heavy thrusts made me feel dizzy with
pleasure .

Ning Que was in almost better shape tonight than last night, but my body was nowhere near as strong.
Perhaps myself too much last night and this morning, or perhaps the orgasm in the bathroom was too intense.
My body was sensitive and exhausted. Every time Ning Que thrust deep into my core, the intense pleasure was accompanied by
a wave of weakness, then overwhelmed by another wave of pleasure.

I was powerless to resist anymore, like a small boat in a vast ocean, completely out of my control. Let Ning Que do
whatever he wanted, it was all up to him. Especially when I had another orgasm, Ning Que didn't stop for a moment,
continuing relentless assault, completely ignoring the fact that my body was already limp and weak. It was Ning Que who was moving all the time,
and I hadn't done anything, yet I was so tired that I couldn't even lift my arms.

Finally, during the third climax, with a wave of tingling sensation throughout my body and a surge of emotions washing over me, I
blacked out and passed out.

About several tens of seconds later, I woke up. Ning Que was already standing beside me, removing the condom. I breathed a sigh of relief:
"Ning Que, did you ejaculate?"

Ning Que shook his head, somewhat troubled: "No, the condom broke, I need to change it."

Huh? The condom was worn through? How long have we been doing this? I reached for my phone and glanced at it. It was almost
one o'clock , over an hour! Ning Que still wanted to continue!

Although I couldn't bear to let Ning Que hold back, I really couldn't continue. I helplessly begged him: "Ning Que,
I really can't go on today. If we continue, you'll really kill me. Let's continue tomorrow morning, okay?"

Ning Que looked a little annoyed, but also excited, and readily agreed. Then he hugged me from behind and
coaxed me to sleep. But

then I suddenly remembered something. I reached for my phone by the bedside to check if it was okay to insert a penis covered in soap suds
into . Sure enough, there was a problem. A woman's vagina is an acidic environment, while soap is alkaline, which disrupts
the internal environment and makes it difficult to inhibit bacteria. I handed my phone to Ning Que and told him never to
insert it with soap suds again.

Ning Que read it, tossed the phone aside, and whispered in my ear, "Okay, next time I'll rinse it thoroughly before
going in ."

That rascal, still wanting to do it in the bathroom? But it was quite nice; I really enjoyed
the feeling of doing it in the bathroom just now. The pleasure brought by that strange psychological suggestion was so intense.

I couldn't hold on any longer and drifted off to sleep, half-asleep, half-awake, when Ning Que held me tightly in
his arms , feeling very warm.

Then, that night, I actually had another erotic dream. I dreamt that I was having sex with Ning Que again. Strangely,
in the dream, I clearly knew that I was dreaming. I was speechless with myself. Just
how was already unconscious from Ning Que's advances last night, and I still had erotic dreams while asleep.

But I didn't want to wake up. This erotic dream was even more pleasurable than before. Before, I'd never
had real sex, so my dreams lacked the realistic details. But this time, I could clearly feel
Ning Que's glans scraping against my vaginal walls—it felt so good.

Then, I woke up from the pleasure and immediately realized that Ning Que had quietly entered me,
slowly moving in and out. I was a little annoyed. No wonder I had that dream; there was external stimulation. But I
was sleeping so soundly; I didn't even notice Ning Que entering.

Seeing I was awake, Ning Que smiled and kissed my earlobe, then rolled me from my side to my stomach and pressed
himself against me. This time we didn't use a pillow because my strength had returned; I had enough power to stick
my buttocks up high, making it easy for Ning Que to thrust quickly.

My erotic dream during my deep sleep may have already brought me to a high level of pleasure. Ning Que had only been inside me for a short while when I
was about to come again. I groaned and asked Ning Que if he was wearing a condom. Ning Que said he was, and I said, "Then hurry up and cum. "

Ning Que hummed in agreement and sped up. As the waves crashed over me, I panted and said to Ning Que, "I'm coming
, hurry up and cum." Then I used all my strength to raise my buttocks higher and clench my fists tighter. Ning Que
thrust a few times with force and ejaculated firmly at the entrance.

I turned to him and teased, "What, you didn't ejaculate last night? Feeling like you missed out?"

Ning Que laughed too, "No, I just woke up in the middle of the night, and your butt was pressing against me. You weren't wearing underwear,
so it was very hot and warm. I teased you a little with my hand, and I didn't expect that even though you were sound asleep, you were actually wet down there,
very wet. I was curious, so I tried to insert it, but you still hadn't woken up, so I became even more curious.
Then I pulled out, put on a condom, and started making love seriously, while also seeing when you would wake up."

I exclaimed, "Wow, so many things happened while I was asleep!" Ning Que continued to tease me,
"Shan Shan, your body seems to want it even more than you do."

I felt inexplicably shy. Was it true? I didn't understand. Maybe it was true. I really loved
making love with Ning Que.

Ning Que, who had finally ejaculated, seemed very tired and quickly fell asleep with me in his arms.

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