Shy Jenny

One evening, I returned home from the trading post. Apart from a male servant tidying the front yard, the house was quiet. I walked through the hall to my room, where I saw Jenny sleeping soundly in bed with Jacob in her arms, and Elizabeth sleeping peacefully in her crib.

I left the room and heard voices in the backyard. I followed the sound. Rongniang and a maid were tidying up the clothes that had dried. Seeing me, they greeted me warmly. I nodded to them, indicating they should continue and not pay attention to me.

The maid carried the clothes inside, while Rongniang drew water from the well with a bucket.

Rongniang bent over and pulled the bucket up from the well. Her face flushed, and she strained with both arms, her whole body swaying as she pulled. Watching this scene, I suddenly felt a surge of desire. Although Rongniang was wearing a loose long dress, her round buttocks swayed back as she bent over, exuding an indescribable sexiness. Her slightly dark cheeks, dotted with freckles, were flushed with a rosy hue, and a bead of sweat from her hard work dripped from her forehead, proving she was a vibrant young woman.

I swallowed hard, quietly walked behind her, and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind.

Rongniang cried out in surprise, initially struggling in a panic, but when she turned around and saw that it was me behind her, she stopped resisting, only staring at me with wide eyes, rapid breathing, and embarrassment. I smiled slightly at her, lowered my head, took a deep breath on the back of her neck, and kissed her slender shoulder. Rongniang's body trembled, as if all her strength had been drained away. Her limbs went limp and she murmured, "No, sir... I..."

I silenced her with my lips, pushing her against a tree. My hand slipped under her clothes, kneading her firm breasts through her bodice (a very delicate Chinese undergarment).

Rongniang's face flushed crimson. She shook her small head, unsure how to react to my sudden invasion. Several times she tried to push me away but dared not. The memory of being raped in the past resurfaced, only now the one intending to "rape" her was not that ugly, vulgar farmhand, but her savior, her master who treated her like family.

My hands lingered gently on Rongniang's body, soothing her painful memories. She stopped trembling in fear and instead nestled obediently in my arms. We pressed face to face, and I felt her body temperature gradually rise, her breath carrying an alluring fragrance. Her long skirt slipped down to her feet. I lifted one of her legs and placed it against her chest, completely exposing her private parts. Her vulva was already wet with nectar, dripping down her smooth thighs.

She closed her eyes, unable to look at me, her brows furrowed, her nostrils flaring slightly with her breath, her pearly teeth gently biting her lower lip—a pitiful sight. I crouched slightly, then quickly stood up, my penis penetrating her petite body from below. Rongniang gasped, silently gasping, a tear welling in her eye. I licked away the tear with my tongue, my hips beginning to thrust.

Rongniang moaned softly. The unprecedented outdoor intercourse filled her with shame, but the stimulation was also unprecedented. She gradually lost herself in pleasure, her foot, which had been standing on the ground, unknowingly hooking onto my thigh, her entire body hanging on me.

My penis felt incredibly pleasurable being gripped by Rongniang's tight vagina, hot nectar constantly spraying onto my glans, making me cry out in pleasure, which only increased my strength and speed as I rode through Rongniang's body.

"Ah!" A soft gasp came from behind me. I turned around and saw Jenny covering her mouth, her cheeks flushed, staring at us with wide eyes. "

Come here!" I said, calling to Jenny who was turning to leave.

"I heard you came back... I, I didn't know you... I..." Jenny stammered, timidly walking to my side, her eyes unsure where to look. Rongniang opened her mouth as if to say something, but didn't know how to explain. I pulled out my penis, put Rongniang on the ground, and grabbed Jenny. Jenny immediately struggled. "No," she whispered in protest. I ignored her protests, forcing her to look up at me, making her understand that I was the master of this house. She gave in, letting me take off her clothes, revealing her small body.

Jenny shyly covered her chest and genitals. She was already a mother of two, but her body was still as slender as a girl's. Although she lacked a full, fleshy figure, she possessed an irresistible urge to hold her close and cherish her.

Jenny's body was extremely sensitive; even the slightest touch would send her into a frenzy. Consequently, her sexual desire was low (she even felt a bit averse to sex, believing her own body to be promiscuous, and being devout, she considered promiscuity a trap set by Satan). Coupled with two pregnancies, her already weak health had deteriorated further, and I hadn't touched her for a while.

However, after several months of recuperation by Rongniang, her health had improved; her complexion was much rosier, and she had gained some weight, beginning to show signs of a mature woman's allure. Although

Jenny's vagina was quickly wet, just like on our first night, she remained tense, her body stiff as a board. I couldn't help but feel angry at Jenny's deeply ingrained, distorted religious beliefs. Those damned old nuns at the orphanage had instilled wrong ideas in the children (such nonsense as sex being a sin).

I laid her down on the floor covered with clothes, roughly forcibly spreading her legs. Jenny's face turned pale, and cold sweat even broke out on her forehead, but my desire was like a volcano about to erupt; nothing could stop me from possessing my wife's body.

Suddenly, Rongniang grabbed my arm, pointed at Jenny, shook her head at me, then knelt beside Jenny, pressing her body against hers, opening her mouth to suckle one nipple, while skillfully rubbing the other with her slender fingers.

I stared in astonishment at Rongniang's sudden action. Under her caresses and teasing, Jenny gradually relaxed, like ice melting in the sun. Jenny's previously tightly closed mouth began to emit soft, unbearable moans, and her previously stiff body began to react. Wherever Rongniang's fingers touched, her body trembled.

I was amazed by the magic Rongniang had cast on Jenny. Jenny tried several times to stop Rongniang, but as soon as Rongniang applied a little pressure to a certain spot, Jenny would let out a soft cry, her body would tremble, and her raised hand would fall limply, leaving her helpless and at Rongniang's mercy.

After a while, I noticed a look of unprecedented confusion in Jenny's eyes, her cheeks flushed as if they were about to bleed, and her body writhed as if insects were crawling on it. At this moment, Rongniang nodded to me, and I understood her meaning without her saying a word. I immediately aimed my penis at her and thrust it into Jenny's body in one go.

I was surprised that Jenny, who had completely let go of herself, was so engrossed and wild, as if she were a different person. Jenny's slender arms used all her strength to tightly hug my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh, her legs wrapped around my waist, hooking inwards repeatedly, as if trying to squeeze my whole body into her.

Of course, I didn't disappoint Jenny's "kindness." Like a young man tasting forbidden fruit for the first time, I had absolutely no skill or tricks, letting my instinctive desires dictate my actions, launching a fierce attack, penetrating Jenny's body time and time again.

Adding to this, Rongniang would occasionally lick, rub, or knead my flesh when I caught my breath, fanning the flames at our point of union, completely engulfing Jenny and me in the flames of carnal desire.

From then on, Jenny, Rongniang, and I lived a life of blissful intimacy (a very apt description from Chinese poetry). Amidst Jenny's prayers of repentance to God, Rongniang and I repeatedly pushed her into the hell of lust, enjoying the sweet taste of sex.

That's the end of my story.

On the voyage home, I recalled the experiences of the past twenty years, each event as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.

As the Republic's power expanded, my footprints covered almost the entire East Indies. I dare not claim that I created the Republic's sacred glory, but I certainly participated in it.

Jenny, my wife, was summoned by God five years ago after a fever, and Rongniang became the de facto mistress of our household.

Jacob and Elizabeth have grown up well. Jacob followed in my footsteps and joined the company; he is currently stationed in Formosa as the trading post commander of Zeelandia, highly valued by the Governor of Formosa. As for the beautiful Elizabeth, she married a young lieutenant seven years ago and is now a noble colonel's wife.

The captain informed me that I could see the land of the Republic. I put down my pen, took Rongniang's hand, who had been with me for many years, and strolled onto the deck. I

felt the sea breeze, listened to the cries of the seagulls, the sailors' voices were still as rugged as ever, and the smell of the sea was still as fresh as ever. My hometown, my long-missed hometown, your prodigal son has finally returned!

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