The Legend of the Condor Heroes: The Sexual Records of the Guo Family Mansion

(I)

The cold wind howled. In the blink of an eye, Xiangyang City was about to welcome the New Year again. The citizens of Xiangyang, who had endured a year of hardship in defending the city, were

happily preparing for the New Year. The streets were bustling with activity: adults

were busy buying New Year's goods. Children, dressed in new clothes, ran around excitedly in the streets. The vendors were also shouting loudly with all their might. Looking at

all who could believe that just a few months ago, Xiangyang City was still shrouded in the flames of war?

Among the passersby, a mysterious person wearing a cloak and a veil walked aimlessly down the street. Compared to

the people busy preparing for the New Year, this person seemed particularly leisurely. "He" walked around looking around, as if

watching the spectacle rather than buying anything. "He" would also stop from time to time to give a few red envelopes to the children. So although

"he" was neither tall nor imposing. But amidst the crowd, this person stood out remarkably.

This mysterious figure was none other than

Huang Rong, wife of Guo Jing, the Grand Marshal of Xiangyang's defenses, and renowned as the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains. Huang Rong looked at the bustling crowd around her, feeling happy that the people of Xiangyang were enjoying such a rare respite

. "These past ten years of war have truly brought suffering to the common people," Huang Rong thought. However, she then remembered that

once winter was over, the Mongols would likely launch another massive attack, resulting in rivers of blood and fields strewn with corpses.

Thinking this, Huang Rong's desire to stroll vanished. She returned to the Guo residence with a frown. The more Huang Rong thought about

the imminent Mongol invasion, the more agitated she became. So she simply locked herself in her bedroom, refusing to see anyone.

She counted on her fingers; Guo Jing and his wife had been holding out here for nearly twenty years. The Song Dynasty was teetering on the brink of collapse under the Mongol cavalry's

oppressive power . The emperor, now holed up in the south, indulged in debauchery and showed no ambition. Sometimes

Huang Rong wanted to ask her husband, "What good is it to preserve such an emperor and such a dynasty?" But she

couldn't bring herself to say it. Yes, looking at Guo Jing's graying temples, seeing his constant worry about defending the city,

how could she possibly say such a thing? Yet, how she longed to escape this

endless trouble with her husband and return to Peach Blossom Island for a life of idyllic bliss. After all, time waits for no one. She was no

longer the renowned, youthful beauty of the Central Plains. Thinking of this, Huang Rong felt a pang of pain in her heart.

She stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror, sadly realizing that her youth had faded. Wrinkles had crept onto her

once stunningly beautiful face. A few strands of gray were now scattered among her once jet-black hair. Huang Rong

gently stroked her face and sighed. She thought to herself: "Without realizing it, youth has faded. Even the most beautiful flower

will wither one day."

Thinking this, her thoughts surged like a floodgate opening. Huang Rong

stood up paced back and forth in the room. This was a habit she had developed over the years when contemplating problems. In the past,

due to the busyness of war, she had never had time to think about such things. But Huang Rong was, after all, a woman. A woman of unparalleled

beauty. Even as a female strategist, she could not escape the fear of the fleeting nature of beauty. And now that the war was temporarily

over, these girlish thoughts naturally occupied her mind again.

Huang Rong stared at the large bow hanging on the wall and couldn't help but think of her husband, who was away recruiting soldiers. She thought, "That fool .

To recruit enough new soldiers, he didn't even spend the New Year at home. He'll probably be gone for another three or four months.

All knows is defending the city and fighting the enemy. He never considers my feelings." Huang Rong felt bitter at this thought. Even with

her high martial arts skills and intelligence, she was still a woman.

She needed her husband's love and care, both psychologically and physically. But she had married Guo Jing, a man

so unromantic. For decades, he had treated Huang Rong with utmost respect, but neglected marital intimacy. Since the

birth of Xiang'er and Po Lu, they hadn't enjoyed intimacy for over a decade. Partly because Guo Jing

never enjoyed it, even before Huang Rong's birth, it was only a few times a year. On the other hand, Huang Rong had been deeply influenced by

traditional values and her children were all grown up. So she couldn't bring herself to ask for sex. Before, she was too busy with war

to think about it , and Huang Rong never felt lonely. However, now that she was in her prime, she

found herself thinking about such things more easily

when she had free time. Lately, Huang Rong had been having strange dreams, always of strong, muscular men having sex with her. Sometimes it was in

the bedroom sometimes in the courtyard. Once, she dreamt that she was having sex with a man whose face she couldn't see on the walls of Xiangyang

, in front of countless Mongol cavalry. The man's penis was thick and long, thrusting into her until she felt her soul leave her body. Finally, the man

pulled out his large penis and ejaculated thick semen all over her face in front of everyone. Under the spray of semen, she felt

incredibly ashamed, yet at the same time experienced unprecedented pleasure…

If it were just a dream, it wouldn't be so bad. But what embarrassed Huang Rong the most was that every time she woke up from her dream, she would find

her genitals wet. The feeling of blushing, dry mouth, and burning sensation was a daily occurrence. At first,

she felt utterly ashamed. However, as the frequency of her erotic dreams increased, she gradually began to enjoy

the intoxicating sensations within them. But dreams cannot replace reality. Over time, she found herself

increasingly . Her vagina also felt inexplicably itchy. The erotic dreams ignited the fire of desire within her, yet

they couldn't give her true satisfaction, leaving Huang Rong often in agony.

Thinking of this, Huang Rong recalled her dream from the previous night, where she and a stranger had passionately made love on the street.

They had reached orgasm again and again in front of countless passersby. Now, recalling that pleasure, Huang Rong

felt waves of desire surge through her mind once more. She shook her head vigorously, coming back to her senses. It was already midnight.

The entire Guo mansion was quiet. She opened the window and took a deep breath of the cold air,

instantly much refreshed. Thinking that there was no one in the courtyard anyway, she might as well go out for a walk to avoid being cooped up in the room thinking about

all sorts of things.

She left her room and hadn't walked far when she noticed that besides her own room, a light was also on in

a Upon closer inspection, she realized it was the bathhouse. "Who's still out so late? Is anyone asleep?" Huang Rong

wondered. Just as she was about to walk away, she heard strange noises coming from the bathhouse. Because of the distance,

Huang Rong couldn't immediately tell what they were. Driven by both vigilance and curiosity, she used her lightness skill to reach

the edge of the bathhouse. When she reached the steaming window... She then realized the strange noise was the breathing of a man and woman during intercourse

. Thinking of this, Huang Rong blushed deeply. Just as she was about to leave, she heard

voices coming from inside the bathhouse. Left with no choice, she suppressed her breathing and stood motionless outside the window.

A silvery, panting female voice said, "Gently... gently... you rascal... you

rascal. As soon as you come back... like a hungry... hungry ghost. You don't care... don't care

if I can bear it... can't bear it... oh... oh..."

"...My little hole is about to be... fucked raw......" Huang Rong recognized Yelü Yan's voice.

She then remembered that Da Wu had just returned from Guo Jing's place that morning. He'd been holding back for so long, of course he was incredibly lustful.

She also thought Yelü Yan was usually so proper; she never expected him to say such lewd things. While she was lost in thought,

she heard Da Wu speak. "You slut. You've been pestering me all afternoon, wanting me to give your cunt my big cock

to relieve the itch. Now that I've actually given it to you, you say you can't take it. Fine. I won't fuck you anymore. Get up."

Huang Rong heard the noise stop, assuming Da Wu had stopped his assault. A thought struck

her, and she couldn't help but look up at the window. This sight immediately made Huang Rong blush and her heart race. Her limbs went weak. It turned out that Da Wu had not only stopped

his advances, but had also withdrawn his penis, standing naked. It was the first time Huang Rong had seen a man's

body other than her husband's. She felt both ashamed and curious. She wanted to turn her head away, but couldn't help

glancing at Da Wu's lower body. One glance, and Huang Rong's face paled: Heavens!! His penis is so big!!

Still in a state of arousal, Da Wu's reddish-black penis looked frighteningly large: the purplish-red

glans was the size of a goose egg, and the shaft was at least nine inches long. Moreover, the penis was thick and erect, the glans pointing straight to the sky,

veins bulging on the shaft. The entire penis was soaked with vaginal fluid, gleaming with a lewd light in the dim light.

Perhaps because of extreme excitement, the penis was still trembling slightly. It looked extremely lewd.

The moment Huang Rong witnessed this, she was struck dumb, completely paralyzed. She stared blankly

at Da Wu's penis, feeling a warm current flow from her vagina down her thighs.

While she was lost in thought, she saw Yelü Yan lying on the ground, legs wide open. Her right hand was lasciviously

massaging her genitals, occasionally pinching and gently rotating her clitoris with her fingertips. Her left hand was also

constantly caressing her large breasts. She kept uttering lewd moans: "Ah...

ah...my little hole...it's so itchy...I can't take it anymore!! Good husband...my dear big-

cocked husband...I beg for mercy...this little slut is wrong...wrong...hurry up and

give me...my little hole...to stop the itching..." Seeing her like this,

even a man of great virtue like Liu Xiahui couldn't sit still. And this was especially true for a passionate man like Da Wu. Without a word, he

bent down, guided his large penis, and thrust it in all the way. Yelü Yan cried out in pleasure. Then, without stopping, he

began to thrust hard into her vagina. Yelü Yan wrapped her legs tightly around Da Wu's waist,

her arms around his neck, moving her lower body vigorously in sync with his thrusts. She moaned

and extremely lewd. Their point of contact was directly facing the window, so Huang Rong could clearly

see Da Wu's dark penis moving back and forth in her vagina. Because the penis was so large, Yelü Yan's vagina was completely filled. So, when the penis was withdrawn, Huang Rong could even see the pink flesh inside her vagina

being pulled out by the penis .

The thrusting of the penis must have brought Yelü Yan immense pleasure. Huang Rong

clearly saw that the lustful fluid flowing from Yelü Yan's vagina had soaked their joined bodies. Much of it flowed down

her thighs and onto the ground. Because of the lubrication, the violent collisions between their lower bodies produced a

series of slapping sounds. The air was filled with the distinctive scent of vaginal fluid.

Everything before her eyes was driving Huang Rong to the brink of explosion. As she watched their intercourse intently,

she felt her own lust reach an unprecedented level.

It felt as if a million ants were crawling inside her vagina, almost driving her to the brink of collapse. The burning desire and the unbearable discomfort made her involuntarily

mimic Yelü Yan's actions. She reached for her vulva. Huang Rong, deeply influenced by traditional etiquette from a young age, and Guo Jing,

being a rough man,

knew

didn't know how to masturbate. If she hadn't seen Yelü Yan's demonstration, she wouldn't even know how. The moment her fingers touched the entrance, she felt a jolt throughout her body,

followed an unprecedented pleasure. Huang Rong's legs went weak, and she almost sat down. "So this is what masturbation feels like,"

she thought. After her initial success, she tried massaging her clitoris with Yelü Yan's slender fingers. Every time

her fingers touched that sensitive clitoris, she felt an electric shock-like pleasure in her lower body, and her vaginal fluids

overflowed. Huang Rong became increasingly excited. Then she simply inserted another finger into her empty

vagina .

Her breathing became heavier and heavier. Soon, with the effort of both hands, Huang Rong quickly reached her

first orgasm. Her face was filled with an extremely intoxicated expression. She didn't even notice the thick vaginal fluid gushing from her vagina

flowing down her thighs and onto the floor.

When she came back to her senses from the ecstasy of orgasm, she realized that she had been so focused on lust that she

had forgotten to control her breathing. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but curse herself for being too blinded by lust. What if her disciple

discovered her shameful state? How could she ever face anyone again? Anxious as she was, the clever Huang Rong was, after all, a female

Zhuge Liang. She quickly calmed down and decided to assess the situation before thinking of a solution. Perhaps they hadn't even noticed that

she was peeping! She comforted herself with this thought. But to confirm this idea, she had to... She had no choice but

to raise her head and peer into the room again.

Huang Rong's worries were indeed valid. The highly skilled Da Wu had already

sensed someone outside the bathhouse while she was engrossed in the pleasure of masturbation. Initially, to avoid alerting the person, he pretended to be nonchalant and continued to

vigorously fuck Yelü Yan, while simultaneously using his internal energy to carefully listen to the breathing outside, trying to discern the other person's intentions.

He initially thought it was a Mongol spy outside, and secretly plotted how to defeat them in one strike, thus

avoiding the embarrassment for himself and Yelü Yan if the whole household was alerted. But he quickly deduced from the breathing that it was a woman outside the window.

And upon closer listening, the breathing belonged to his teacher's wife, Da Wu's goddess: Huang Rong.

Knowing the identity of the person outside the window, a strong impulse surged within Da Wu. Huang Rong's stunning beauty

It was common knowledge that she was beautiful. But very few men had ever seen her stunning beauty. The two brothers, Da Wu and

Xiao Wu, were fortunate enough to serve her for over ten years. They were well aware of their master's wife's beauty. Huang Rong was unaware that she had

been the object of their masturbation. Da Wu often secretly compared his wife to his master's wife. The more he compared them

, the more felt that Yelü Yan couldn't even compare to Huang Rong's little finger. He also often fantasized about having sex with his master's wife

, which often made him want to ejaculate. This time, upon returning home, his lust for his master's wife far surpassed

his desire for his wife. And the thought that his goddess was currently peeping at him and his wife having sex outside the window

stirred a strange impulse within Da Wu. He also knew that his master and master's wife were rarely together. At the prime of his life,

his master's wife was naturally hard to satisfy. But he never imagined that his supposedly virtuous wife would secretly watch

her disciple's sexual activity in the middle of the night. Da Wu secretly resolved to show his master's wife his extraordinary sexual prowess. So he thrust his penis

even more fiercely into Yelü Yan.

Da Wu's exceptional performance relieved Huang Rong's worries about being discovered, and also opened her eyes to a whole new world. "

How can he last so long?" Huang Rong thought, touching her own vulva. Guo Jing always

finished quickly, never considering her feelings, often leaving her feeling extremely uncomfortable.

But her strong disciple was like a monster with an inexhaustible penis. They had been going at it for

almost half an hour, but Da Wu showed no sign of ejaculating. They changed positions frequently,

engaging in lewd acts in positions Huang Rong had never heard of before. Huang Rong felt she was reaching her limit of

stimulation ,

yet she couldn't bring herself to leave.

Da Wu thought about how his master's wife had been standing outside the window for so long without leaving, surely because his performance far exceeded

her expectations. A surge of pride filled him, and he thrust even more vigorously. He looked at Yelü Yan, who was riding him, moving up and down.

For some reason, her face suddenly transformed into the beautiful face of his master's wife, whom he had longed for day and night. Gradually, he felt that

the person riding him was his master's wife. He vaguely saw her flowing hair, her flushed face

revealing immense satisfaction. Huang Rong stared at Da Wu with extremely lewd eyes, her lips parted, and

she laughed wantonly. Her saliva dripped from her mouth onto her swaying breasts. Her enormous breasts bounced up and down,

dazzling Da Wu's eyes. All he could hear were his master's wife's wanton moans: "Mmm...oh...

I'm a slutty master's wife...I'm a little slutty master's wife...I need to be fucked...fuck

me harder...fuck me to death...ah...oh..." The intense stimulation

made Da Wu feel like he was about to ejaculate. He took a deep breath,

pushed to the ground, and hoisted her legs onto his shoulders. Then, his huge, rock-hard penis plunged

inside. Huang Rong beneath him let out a satisfied cry: "Ah!!" Da Wu didn't pause.

After taking a deep breath, he began to thrust his penis into Huang Rong fiercely. With each thrust, he pulled his penis back to the entrance of her vagina

before plunging it all the way in. So every impact touched Huang Rong's clitoris. Huang Rong, in turn

, would thrust her lower body forward, arching her back against his large penis, moaning softly. The two of them

continued like this for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea. Then Da Wu heard Huang Rong scream: "My flower core... my flower core is going to be

pierced... so good... so good... my little hole is about to be fucked to pieces... gushing... kissing

my big cock brother..." Da Wu felt Huang Rong's little hole clench tightly. Looking down, he saw her

fists clenched, her plump buttocks shaking violently, and her juices flowing out like a spring. Then he heard her scream:

"I can't take it anymore... I... I've come!!" Da Wu immediately felt a warm current rush from Huang Rong's

flower core onto his large penis. He shouted in his heart: "Master's wife!" and felt a sharp pain in his lower back.

Thick semen, like a beast unleashed, shot into Huang Rong's flower core.

After ejaculating, Da Wu collapsed weakly. Only then did he realize that the person lying in his arms was Yelü Yan, not

the Master's wife he had imagined. Yelü Yan was flushed all over, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm. Da Wu

noticed tear stains at the corners of Yelü Yan's eyes. He must have been too engrossed in his own world and hadn't considered her well-being.

Thinking of this, he felt a pang of guilt. Just as he was about to say something to comfort her, he noticed

the breathing outside the window weaken and then disappear. He knew his master's wife was gone. But he understood that after this

incident

she would never treat him as a disciple again. If he seized the opportunity, he might

still a chance to kiss her, to have his perfect goddess writhe and submit to him. Thinking of this

, Da Wu felt his manhood stirring again. He looked at Yelü Yan, who had just recovered from her climax,

and thought: "Later I need to figure out how to get my master's wife. For now, I need to have some fun."

So he gently kissed Yelü Yan, beginning another storm... Huang Rong returned to her

room and had no desire to rest. Although she lay in bed... Her mind was filled with images of Da Wu thrusting his thick,

long penis into Yelü Yan. No matter how hard she tried to stop thinking about Da Wu's muscular body

, it was futile. The scene she had spied on from outside the window was unforgettable. "Is sex really that

pleasurable?" Huang Rong murmured to herself, recalling Yelü Yan's ecstatic expression. As she thought about it, she felt

herself getting wet again. Helpless, she began to masturbate. In a hazy, ecstatic state, Huang Rong felt as if

she had replaced Yelü Yan, passionately making love with Da Wu on the bathhouse floor. Sometimes Da Wu would penetrate her from behind,

sometimes he would have her ride him, and sometimes he would pin her to the ground, his enormous, dark red penis

thrusting hard into her vagina. Huang Rong, like a wanton woman, cried out wildly, cooperating with Da Wu's movements.

As she thought about it, Huang Rong reached another climax. That night, she masturbated three times in bed. During her last climax,

she murmured Da Wu's name… and all of this was

clearly …

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