The Romantic Song Jiang and Wang Ying

That day, Song Jiang arrived at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain. Seeing that it was getting late and he couldn't climb the mountain, he found a bluestone slab at the foot of the mountain and lay down fully clothed, intending to go up the mountain to see Hua Rong the next day. Around midnight, he heard voices.
Song Jiang was a man with official business, so he was naturally very alert in his sleep. He immediately got up, picked up a broadsword, and leaned against a tree. He saw four porters carrying a small sedan chair walking along the road at the foot of the mountain.
The sedan chair was not far from the tree where Song Jiang was hiding when a woman's voice called out from inside, "Lower the sedan chair." The four men lowered the sedan chair, and the woman's voice said, "Jiao Da, come in, I have something to tell you." Jiao Da was the strongest of the four sedan chair porters. Hearing this, he climbed into the sedan chair. After a while, Song Jiang saw the sedan chair move on its own without any wind. When he listened carefully, he heard the soft moans of a woman carried on the wind. Song Jiang peeked out and saw that the other three sedan chair porters had their heads stuck inside the sedan chair.
Seeing no one around, Song Jiang went around to the back of the sedan chair, gently lifted the back curtain, and slipped inside. This was an official sedan chair, quite spacious. As Song Jiang peered out from behind, he was greatly surprised.
He saw a beautiful woman leaning against a brocade cushion, her clothes completely undone, her bright red bodice tossed aside. Her pair of snow-white breasts and rosy nipples made Song Jiang's body heat up, and his penis swelled rapidly. Looking down, he saw a thick, glossy black penis, as thick as a man's arm, thrusting rapidly in and out of the woman's vagina. The flesh of her vagina turned inside out with each thrust.
Just then, Jiao Da cried out, "No, I'm coming, I'm coming..." The woman said, "Wait, don't come inside..." Upon hearing this, Jiao Da quickly pulled out his penis and put it to the woman's mouth. The woman opened her small mouth and took Jiao Da's penis in. A porter next to her, seeing the woman's vagina wide open, thrust his own penis in.
These porters were all laborers, men who hadn't bathed for dozens of days, and their penises were already incredibly smelly and pungent. However, the woman seemed to enjoy licking Jiao Da's penis with relish, and Jiao Da was also thrusting in and out of the woman's mouth as if it were a vagina.
"I'm coming, I'm coming..." With Jiao Da's cry, a thick stream of semen with a foul smell shot into the woman's mouth.
After swallowing Jiao Da's semen, the woman asked in a coquettish voice, "Who else is coming?" The two porters beside her answered in unison, "Me!" Seeing that one of the porters had a large, long penis and a strong odor, the woman said, "Then you go first, he can wait." The porter, hearing this, held his penis level and inserted it into the woman's mouth. Seeing this, Song Jiang could no longer restrain himself. He unzipped his pants, took out his eight-inch penis, squatted down, and gently lifted the curtain under the woman's buttocks. A plump, white buttocks appeared before him. Her pink vulva was dripping with lustful fluid from the porter's penis. The woman's anus was black, clearly a virgin.
Song Jiang brought his penis closer, first coating the woman's vulva with her lustful fluid, then used both hands to pry open her anus. With a "whoosh," Song Jiang's eight-inch penis slid in completely.
The woman was sucking on one penis and having another inserted into her vagina. The sudden insertion of another penis into her anus was exactly what she wanted; she didn't care who it was, especially since it was hitting her sore spot. With each thrust of the three penises, the woman moaned and groaned incessantly.
Song Jiang below was also giving his all, his large penis withdrawing to the opening of her anus and penetrating to the base. The woman had been with many men, but she had never encountered such a long penis before. Immediately, her moans and groans incessant. Just as Song Jiang was enjoying himself, a gong sounded outside the sedan chair. Song Jiang quickly pulled his penis out of the woman's anus. A voice
outside shouted, "The Third Chieftain of Qingfeng Mountain is here! Leave your toll!" As he spoke, cries of "Crack... Ouch..." echoed from outside the sedan chair.
Song Jiang peeked out from under the sedan chair and saw that the porters had all been hacked to death on the ground. Two of them hadn't even
pulled up their trousers, their penises bulging high. A short, stocky man was holding a steel knife. This man was none other than Wang Ying, the leader of the three strongholds of Qingfeng Mountain, known as the Dwarf Tiger. Wang Ying took two steps forward and lifted the sedan curtain. He was stunned. Inside the sedan chair, the woman's clothes were completely undressed, her legs spread wide. Her slender, snow-white hands were kneading and caressing her firm, full breasts. Her other hand extended long, jade-like fingers, frantically flicking and teasing her vulva. Her vulva was constantly flowing with lustful fluid, making the pubic hair around it wet.
Under his unrestrained caresses, the woman's cheeks were flushed, and her half-closed, half-open, alluring eyes were burning with desire. Wang Ying was a lecherous man. Seeing this, how could he restrain himself?
Wang Ying let out a low growl, and without a word, stripped off all his clothes, tightly embracing the woman. He rubbed his thick, powerful penis against her labia, bringing their desire to its peak.
Wang Ying hadn't been with a woman in a long time, and now, touching the woman's already overflowing vulva, he thrust his penis in and out of her vagina with frantic passion.
His hips moved up and down with each thrust, his hands tightly gripping the woman's breasts, his breath coming in gasps.
The woman's body moved in sync with his movements, her hands gripping the mattress in the sedan chair, her head tilted back, eyes closed, moaning in ecstasy.
To learn more about Song Jiang and Wang Ying, please read the next chapter.
Last time, we talked about Wang Ying and the woman fighting in the sedan chair. The woman's delicate body writhed up and down with Wang Ying's thrusts. She gripped the mattress in the sedan chair tightly with both hands, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned as if in a trance. Her
body rose and fell with the rhythm of his penis entering her vagina. She skillfully twisted her plump buttocks and thrust upwards frequently, crying out passionately and obscenely: "Oh... good man... your big glans is touching my flower core... oh oh... so good... I want to give it to you... oh... so comfortable..." A gush of hot, lustful fluid gushed out. Wang Ying felt his glans being scalded by the lustful fluid, which felt incredibly comfortable and stimulated his primal beastly nature. Wang Ying no longer held back and began to use fierce thrusts and pumps, grinding against her flower core, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, and thrusting left and right to tease her.
The woman's delicate body clung tightly to Wang Ying, the sounds of his penis thrusting in and out filling the air with a constant "splish-splish" of wetness. She felt an overwhelming pleasure from his large penis penetrating her, a pleasure that drove her almost mad.
She held Wang Ying tightly, her large, plump buttocks twisting and shaking violently, emitting increasingly ecstatic moans, "Oh...oh...God...it's so wonderful...good man...ah...it's killing me...hum...hum...I'm going to be fucked to death...I can't take it anymore...ouch...I'm going to...I'm going to lose it again..." Unable to withstand Wang Ying's vigorous thrusting, her whole body trembled, her tender vaginal muscles spasming and constantly sucking on Wang Ying's large glans. Suddenly, gushes of vaginal fluid gushed out, showering Wang Ying with boundless pleasure.
Wang Ying pressed his large glans against the woman's clitoris, feeling the warmth and tightness of her vagina. The tender flesh inside her vagina gripped his penis tightly. Wang Ying lifted the woman's beautiful legs with both hands, placing them on his shoulders, and then placed a brocade cushion under her plump buttocks, making her vagina protrude even higher.
Wang Ying grasped his large penis, aimed it at the woman's vagina, and thrust it in hard, showing no mercy. He thrust and pulled relentlessly, even using the "old man pushing a cart" technique that would make a woman feel like she was dying of pleasure, thrusting until the woman's delicate body trembled.
The highly skilled Wang Ying would occasionally sway his hips, grinding his large glans deep inside her. This seductive woman had never experienced such a thick, long, and powerful penis with such exquisite technique. With each thrust and pull, she trembled with pleasure, moaning and crying out in a startled, wanton voice: "Oh, oh... I can't take it anymore... Put my legs down... Ah... I can't take it... My little hole is going to be torn apart... Good man... Please, please spare me... Please spare me..." The woman's wanton behavior only fueled Wang Ying's lust. He thrust forcefully, seemingly determined to pierce through her alluring little hole. She was driven to ecstasy, panting heavily, her whole body feeling incredibly comfortable. Her juices flowed down the mattress beneath her buttocks. "Oh... you slut... you're so horny! Ah! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Upon hearing that Wang Ying was about to ejaculate, the woman quickly lifted her plump buttocks, desperately thrusting and twisting to meet his final sprint. She sucked and released her large penis with her vaginal muscles. Suddenly, the woman convulsed, tightly embracing Ah Jian's waist and back, and her hot, lustful juices gushed out again like a pillar.
Wang Ying felt an intense tingling sensation on his glans, and finally couldn't hold back any longer, ejaculating rapidly into the woman's vagina. The woman cried out as the hot semen hit her, "Oh... good man... dear brother... it feels so good..." The two reached their climax simultaneously, embracing each other tightly. After a moment, Wang Ying withdrew his limp penis after ejaculating. "You slut, lick it clean for me." As he spoke, Wang Ying held his penis, which was covered in their filth, in front of the woman's face. The woman, whose life was now in Wang Ying's hands, dared not disobey. She quickly crawled over, opened her cherry-like mouth, and took Wang Ying's penis into her mouth. In no time, she had licked it clean.
Wang Ying pulled up his trousers and stepped out of the sedan chair, shouting, "Men, carry the sedan chair up the mountain!" The henchmen who had followed Wang Ying down the mountain swarmed forward and carried the sedan chair up Qingfeng Mountain, placing it in Wang Ying's courtyard. The woman, now dressed, alighted from the sedan chair and went into Wang Ying's room.
Song Jiang, hearing the outside noise gradually subside, stuck his head out of the sedan chair to see what was happening. But just as he did, he heard someone shout, "Your Majesty, there's another one in the sedan chair!"
"Oh no!" Song Jiang's head spun.
"Come out." The voice was none other than that of the Third King, Wang Ying.
Just then, a woman's voice came from the side and said, "Your Majesty, before you could fuck me, someone took advantage of my unpreparedness and fucked my asshole. It must have been him! My asshole has never been fucked before. I wanted Your Majesty to have a taste, but this black bastard took it first. Your Majesty, you must avenge my asshole! My asshole still hurts." Song Jiang cursed inwardly, "Damn it, your asshole has been fucked long ago, how can you blame it on me?" As he cursed inwardly, Song Jiang climbed out of the sedan chair. "Men, tie him up!" The henchmen on both sides came up, slapped his shoulders, grabbed his arms, and tied Song Jiang up tightly. Only then did Song Jiang look up and see thirty or forty henchmen standing in front of the house. In the middle was Wang Ying, and next to him stood the beautiful woman.
Wang Ying ordered, "Men, tie this scoundrel to the main hall first, and let the chief and second chief take his heart and liver to make a hangover soup."
"Yes." Two henchmen came over and pushed Song Jiang to the main hall, tying him to a pillar in the middle.
In no time, the chief and second chief of Qingfeng Mountain arrived at the main hall and sat on the tiger-skin chairs in the middle. Song Jiang looked closely and saw that the big man in the middle with red hair and yellow beard, long arms and a broad waist, known in the martial arts world as "Jinmaohu" Yan Shun, was him. The person on the chair next to him was fair-skinned, handsome, and with a delicate appearance, known in the martial arts world as "Baimian Langjun" Zheng Tianshou.
Seeing that the two chieftains had arrived, the henchmen grabbed a large copper basin of water and a sharp dagger, ready to strike. Song Jiang sighed, "I never thought I, Song Jiang, would die here!" Yan Shun, having heard the name "Song Jiang" with his own ears, quickly asked, "Hey, man, do you know Song Jiang?" Song Jiang replied, "I am indeed Song Jiang."
"Where are you from?"
"I am Song Jiang from Yuncheng, Shandong." Upon hearing this, Yan Shun quickly untied the ropes, invited him into the tiger-skin chair, and he and Zheng Tianshou bowed deeply. Song Jiang told the two to rise, and Yan Shun sent a henchman to fetch Wang Ying. The henchman returned with the report, "The Third King is having sex with that woman in the room." Yan Shun said, "That's the problem with Wang Ying. Let's go take a look." As they spoke, they arrived outside Wang Ying's room and heard the soft moans of a woman coming from inside. The three of them pushed open the door and entered. Inside, they saw a woman naked on the bed, kneeling with her hands on the bed frame, her buttocks raised high.
Wang Ying held her tightly from behind, his hands gripping her firm breasts, his thick, red penis thrusting wildly back and forth between her high, rounded buttocks and her vulva. The woman's head was lowered, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed, and her slightly parted lips emitted intermittent moans of excitement.
Wang Ying's penis pumped vigorously, his hands caressing her breasts even more intensely; his nimble tongue licked her snow-white back incessantly. A moment later, the woman let out a soft moan, her whole body convulsing.
Wang Ying then gripped her breasts tightly and thrust forward forcefully, both of them crying out "Ah!" in ecstasy. They both slumped onto the bed, their bodies going limp. Wang Ying held the woman's naked body tightly, his fingers gently pinching her rosy nipples.
Seeing that the battle was over, Yan Shun told Wang Ying Song Jiang's identity. Wang Ying immediately jumped up, saying, "I didn't recognize you, brother! Please forgive me!" Song Jiang helped Wang Ying up, glancing at the woman. She and Wang Ying had just climaxed, so her clothes were still on, her nipples were still erect, and her vulva was still open. Although Song Jiang had just penetrated her anus, he didn't know much about her. Seeing this sight, his penis immediately hardened.
Wang Ying said, "She just said you penetrated her anus, brother. I suppose you haven't penetrated her vulva yet. If you don't mind, brother, please do." Song Jiang and his companions were all chivalrous heroes, not bound by formalities. Hearing this, Song Jiang didn't hesitate, loosening his clothes and pulling out his eight-inch penis. He pounced on her, using the woman's vaginal fluid and Wang Ying's semen, and thrust it all the way into her vulva.
Although the woman had fought several men that day and was exhausted, she was still a seasoned beauty. Despite Song Jiang's large penis, she was unyielding, thrusting her vulva forward to engage him in battle.
Yan Shun, Zheng Tianshou, and Wang Ying saw that Song Jiang was indeed a hero, wielding his black-tasseled spear with incredible skill, thrusting left and right, penetrating deeply, until the woman's vulva was wide open.
The reader might ask: Song Jiang was short; how big could his penis be?
Well, Song Jiang hadn't ejaculated while penetrating the woman's anus, and now he was full of energy. Moreover, how could he show weakness in front of three newly acquainted brothers? Therefore, Song Jiang unleashed all his bedroom skills until the woman ejaculated repeatedly, begging for mercy.
While still penetrating the woman, Song Jiang asked, "Where are you from, madam?" The woman replied, "I am the wife of the magistrate of Qingfeng Village."
"Ah..." Upon hearing this, Song Jiang immediately stopped thrusting, pulled his penis out of the woman's vagina, and asked, "Are you Hua Rong's wife?" Song Jiang inwardly cried out in despair! I originally intended to join Hua Rong, but I ended up sleeping with someone else's wife. What am I going to do?!

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