The naked neighbor is finished

Nina was like a goddess from Norse mythology, with shoulder-length blonde hair, azure eyes, full lips, a slender waist, full hips, firm and rounded breasts, snow-white skin, and a fit and alluring figure.

We both came from families with strict upbringing and adherence to religious doctrines, and were well-matched in terms of social and economic status. Nina was still a virgin when she married me. Although we had passionate kisses and caresses during our courtship, it was limited to letting me reach under her bra to gently caress her breasts and touch her delicate nipples; or gently combing her soft pubic hair through her short skirt and panties, teasing her erect clitoris, and rubbing between her smooth labia. Even when she was already burning with desire, overflowing with lust, and panting heavily, she always insisted on guarding the last line of defense for the Virgin Mary, saying that she wanted to save the best for her wedding night.

I still remember that unforgettable night. She looked like a princess straight out of a fairy tale, or a giant Barbie doll from a toy house. She was so adorable, her white dress pure and beautiful, and her smile happy and gentle. With the pastor and God as our witnesses, we were finally united in marriage.

After the lively and luxurious wedding banquet, following custom, I picked her up in my arms in front of the honeymoon suite and carried her into the bridal chamber. After a deep kiss on her soft lips, I gently put her down. With the excitement of opening a Christmas present, I began to unwrap the most precious gift God had given me. First, I loosened the white veil that was wrapped around her hair, and her golden hair cascaded down. I lowered my head and gently kissed the full, snow-white breasts that the low-cut dress could not conceal. I loosened the zipper of the dress, and the white veil gradually slid down. After unhooking her bra, a pair of full, white breasts bounced out, topped with two pink nipples. I gently swept my lips over each of them, then took one of the pink nipples into my mouth, savoring the subtle milky fragrance with the tip of my tongue. With my other hand, I gently kneaded the other breast, while my fingers lightly pinched the gradually hardening nipple.

Nina, usually quiet, dignified, and gentle, now had a rosy blush on her cheeks, her blue eyes were misty, and she was humming softly. I took her hands and guided her forward out of her white dress spread on the carpet. Her body trembled slightly, and a damp patch was visible on her pure white trousers. I knelt down and pulled her panties down completely, finally able to admire her naked body. Her fair skin and shapely figure were like the creation of Venus from Greek mythology by a master artist. She was truly a golden-haired beauty. Under the bright light, at the junction of her long, white legs, a beautiful tuft of curly pubic hair shimmered with golden light. Hidden beneath this tuft of pubic hair, a hint of pinkish-rose peeked out from the white snow—the entrance to her sacred virgin vulva.

I stood up, planted another deep kiss on her lips, and then knelt down again, bowing in reverence to the shrine of her Cupid. I moved my kisses to her delicate, budding lips, first a gentle kiss, then lightly licking her clitoris, which was already curiously peeking out with its pink head. Next, I stretched out my tongue and licked between her slightly parted labia. She gradually increased the intensity of her swaying hips, moaning and panting. I smelled the strong scent of virgin passion in my nose, and tasted the sweet and slightly sour nectar in my mouth, slowly driving me wild and intoxicating. The fire of desire in my heart burned and yearned, and my lips and tongue stirred her tender vulva more intensely. She seemed unable to bear it any longer, pleadingly indicating that she could no longer stand.

I stood up, my clothes flying everywhere. In the blink of an eye, I stripped off all my clothes and embraced her naked. Then I picked up my trembling bride and carried her to our new bed.

I gently placed her down in the center of the bed, her long golden hair cascading down like the edge of a folding fan. I stood by the bed, continuing to gaze with admiration at her perfect, pure body. She, in turn, looked at my young and robust physique with blissful eyes. When her gaze shifted to my spirited, rock-hard penis, and I saw my thick, purplish-red glans nodding repeatedly in acknowledgment, her already flushed face turned even redder, as if it were about to bleed. On her two snow-white breasts, which heaved with blood, two tender, rosy buds stood erect and protruded due to engorgement.

I placed a pillow under her full, smooth buttocks, spread her two long, beautiful legs apart, and then jumped onto the bed. I knelt down again in front of the shrine of the goddess of love, which was being worshipped high. I used my fingers to part the pink slit between her thighs so that I could carefully admire the wrinkled tender flesh and the sacred symbol of chastity inside. A drop of crystal-clear nectar, like a dewdrop, gradually grew larger under her labia, and finally slid down like a pearl, spreading across her perineum and anus.

I gave her a farewell kiss on her virgin crown, then raised my upper body, aiming my long-erect spear at her half-open, sacred lips. I moistened the swollen head with her love juices, grinding it up and down her lips, occasionally gently nudging her clitoris. The reserved Nina, sensing my intense affection, slightly opened her misty eyes, gazing at me tenderly, and said sweetly, "I love you so much, Gray, please cherish me, protect me." Like a knight receiving a royal knighthood from a noble princess, my heart surged with passion. Ah! My dear princess, so beautiful, so delicate, so trusting, so adoring of me. My blood flowed with the chivalrous spirit of the Middle Ages, vowing to protect the fragile, beautiful princess to the death.

"I will love you for all eternity—" The knight raised his mighty spear, bowing to the noble princess to offer his eternal promise, and for this vow of love, he charged forward with all his might. The princess, in turn, showered her beloved warrior with crimson rose petals, as if offering a blood sacrifice to the god of love. After a soft cry and a gasp, their spirits and bodies became one.

With my violent thrusts and tearing, her first gate opened, and I entered halfway. Seeing Nina's pained expression and grimacing face, I tenderly embraced her and paused, allowing her to adjust to the foreign object between her legs. I savored the sensation of my glans being tightly gripped by her tender, virginal opening; at the same time, I gently stroked her entire body with both hands, feeling the smoothness and tenderness of her skin, while simultaneously diverting her attention from the pain in her lower body. Once her pain subsided and her muscles relaxed slightly, I gently thrust my glans between her lips. After a while, her juices flowed again, and her shapely buttocks swayed slightly in response, as if signaling me to intensify my movements. My thrusting became smoother at this point. Through continuous thrusting and penetration, I found that each thrust made progress. With a tremendous force, enough to shatter her core, I buried my entire penis inside her. The pain from the final impact was so intense that even Nina couldn't suppress a sharp scream. This was the final note of victory. The mysterious temple of love was finally fully opened, and my spear of lust could finally penetrate and roam freely within it, officially making me a warrior guarding this temple of love.

But in order to reach this point, I, newly knighted and inexperienced, mistakenly ignited the fuse in my limbs, directing it straight into the powder keg of desire between my legs. A tingling, numb sensation shot through my lower abdomen, a contraction in my scrotum, and streams of hot semen, like fireworks celebrating National Day, erupted from the muzzle of a shotgun, concentrating within her temple of love, to celebrate its consecration.

I sank between her full breasts, continuing my first-ever, all-encompassing instruction, excitedly releasing torrents of semen into her broken, bleeding vagina. We lay there for a while, in the most intimate embrace, our pubic hair intertwining. Poor Nina, like a princess in distress, heroically endured the torment, eagerly awaiting the end of her suffering. Throughout the entire process, she clenched her teeth, suppressing her cries of pain, while her hands held me tightly.

I lay on Nina, panting heavily for a while. She wrapped her arms around my back, showering my face with countless light kisses, softly whispering vows of love. Invigorated by our passionate love, my eyes blazed with desire again, and my still-erect penis regained its firmness, now with double the energy. So I plunged deeper into her. The semen I had previously ejaculated into her honeyed depths fully lubricated the dark, narrow passage of her love temple, making it easier for me to penetrate her core. I began to thrust and plunge fiercely once more, exploring the soft, pleasurable folds of her love cave even deeper, savoring the ever-increasing deliciousness and exhilarating stimulation.

I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her closer, and kissed her rose-red lips and rosy face tenderly, licking away the tears of love she shed from her suffering. I withdrew a little and then slowly thrust back in, my intense desire urging me to present her with a new challenge. An infinitely tender smile spread across her lovely face, as if all the pain she had endured had vanished. I could feel the soft, juicy folds of her honeyed orifice tightly gripping my cherished penis in waves.

We entwined in each other's arms like snakes, this heavenly feeling so novel, so fresh, so delicious, so intoxicating. The joy we shared was so exhilarating that my movements quickened immediately. The back-and-forth friction was so stimulating, and the constant pounding of my two magnificent pebbles against her back door, though still slightly painful, sent Nina to a state of ecstatic trance. She held me tightly with both hands, her legs wrapped around my back, offering her virginity to the knight. I responded to her, ejaculating another torrent of semen into the deepest part of her mound of love. The two fluids mixed together, temporarily extinguishing the burning desire within us. Nina cried out the name of our revered Heavenly Father, thanking Him for His blessings. She ended with a long sigh and a few spasms of her tender buttocks, her hands loosening, her body shivering, and she drifted into a deep sleep. I, too, took a deep breath and sank into a daze.

After we recovered from our intense excitement, I got up and poured Nina a glass of champagne. We toasted each other, and then I gently kissed her injured, bleeding vulva, offering more sweet words and vows of love.

Nina and I spent the entire night in a continuous, joyful frenzy, repeatedly indulging in the allure of her virginity. Time and again, we embraced, swimming in a sea of pleasure. Our passionate battle was so intense that, until we were completely exhausted, we finally slept in each other's arms. That night, I was completely lost, forgetting how many times I had come—a seven-times-a-night man? Perhaps. In fact, we hadn't left the honeymoon suite even by the afternoon of the next day.

The next morning, when I woke up, I saw Nina sitting on the bed, looking expectantly at my shrunken, contracted "thief's tool"—the very thing that had broken into her virginity during the night and stolen her precious virginity. When she noticed me watching her, she shyly nestled into my arms, burying her head against my chest. I

gently helped her sit up, and to soothe her, I had her hold it. Then I began to tease her firm, elastic breasts, stroking, squeezing, and sucking on her rosy nipples, trying to ignite the hidden desire within her. Under the touch of her hands, the fire of desire within me was rekindled into a raging inferno. Nina was fortunate enough to see that what had been a small, contracted thing in her hand had now sprung into a massive pillar, smooth and delicate like ivory, its large, exposed glans, a vibrant red, radiating a deep, boiling heat. I decided she should reap the rewards of her hard work and store the fruits of her abundant desire in her vault of love.

I gently laid her down, placing a pillow under her firm buttocks. She spread her legs as wide as possible, revealing the parted lips of her vulva, ready to swallow the delicious shaft, which was throbbing and bouncing against my lower abdomen. I lay on top of Nina, letting her hold my penis and insert it into her body. I pulled back slightly, wetting the glans with the nectar from her vulva, and then slowly inserted it into her. At first, she just lay there quietly, but as I began to move her vigorously, we quickly became one, allowing her to feel the pleasure more acutely and enjoy the complete joy she couldn't experience the previous night.

After filling her lower mouth, Nina said she was starving, so I asked room service to bring a sumptuous breakfast. After sharing breakfast in bed, full of affection and tenderness, we continued our passionate drama once again.

The first few years of our marriage were incredibly sweet. We were young and full of energy, spending a lot of time in bed. Following the three sex manuals by our bedside, we tried every position imaginable. Oral sex was a novelty for us, and we thoroughly enjoyed it. These three guides on sex and procreation became our bedside bible.

Friends, colleagues, and neighbors all saw us as a perfect couple, constantly casting envious glances. As a newly minted lawyer, I had to maintain a sharp suit and impeccable manners every day, and in the workplace, I often received admiring looks from younger women; however, my eyes and heart belonged only to Nina. Our daily life was comfortable and structured. Regular workouts at the gym kept us in great shape and full of energy, while she was a regular at beauty and skincare centers, always looking radiant and beautiful. Every penny she spent on these things felt worthwhile to me.

Over the years, my role in the company became more important. When a senior partner proposed retiring, the board saw me as the ideal successor, not only for my strong work ability but also for my healthy family, regular lifestyle, and positive image. However, as time passed, we seemed to lose our passion. Sex became boring; we were too familiar with each other's bodies, knew the positions in the sex manual by heart, and could predict each other's next reaction to any move. There was no novelty left. Sometimes I couldn't get an erection in front of Nina, yet I would fantasize about meeting a new girl at the company in the bathroom, masturbating to release my excessive lust. I thought it was natural because the honeymoon period was over. Although we still loved each other deeply, lived a regular life together, still attended parties as a couple, and were still seen as a sweet couple by our colleagues and friends.

However, we felt that marriage couldn't be maintained like this, so we tried to discuss how to solve the problem. We even went to church to confess to the pastor, but he could only talk to us empty words. Our family doctor was also helpless. Our marriage was on the rocks, we knew that was the case, but we were both powerless to do anything about it. At this time, Nina's friend Judy brought us a glimmer of hope. She was 10 years older than us, and her unique personality was probably not accepted by most people. If there were a catchy swear word, she would never bother to find a more elegant one.

One evening, when I was mixing drinks, she came over for a visit. I picked up an empty glass and said to her, "Want to join us?" "Sure," she replied, "Double whiskey, no ice." She downed half a glass in one gulp, her eyes darting back and forth between Nina and me, and she cut to the chase: "You two have problems with your sex life, right?" Nina and I both guiltyly denied it.

“Nonsense!” she said. “Don’t beat around the bush. You’ve been married for five years, and now you find that fucking each other isn’t as fun as it used to be.” Nina burst into tears, and I put my arms around her back to comfort her. I guess only a fool wouldn’t see the guilt on our faces, and Judy wasn’t a fool.

“I suppose so,” she said. “Do you think you’re the only couple with this problem?” Nina mumbled something, and Judy walked around the table, cupped Nina’s cheeks in her hands, looked into her eyes, and said, “So what are you going to do, just sit there and finger yourself until Gray leaves to find some young, pretty girl to satisfy him?” Fear reflected in Nina’s eyes, and I tried to assure her that it wouldn’t happen.

“Tim and I have had the same problem,” she continued. “Half the time I couldn’t arouse him, couldn’t get him to get a decent erection, and the other half the time my vagina was too dry for him to ejaculate.” “So what did you do?” Nina asked.

Judy grinned slyly. “I was waiting for you to ask! We spent two whole weeks at a resort called ‘Little Cupid’s Lodge.’” “Never heard of that place,” I said. “They don’t advertise; they only choose clients with specific profiles, those with problems like yours. I was recommended by a marriage counselor.” “What kind of place is it?” Nina asked. “It’s hard to describe,” she said. “The cabins are completely private, with black sheets on the beds, and mirrors everywhere you look, even the ceiling. If you can’t fuck in that atmosphere, you’re hopeless. Fuck, Tim and I were there for a whole week without clothes on; we even walked naked on the trails.” “I can’t go to a place like that,” Nina objected.

“Why not? Afraid of facing a hard, erect cock? Afraid your pussy will run dry?” Judy turned to me and said, “Convince her to go. Here’s the phone number. Call her, they’ll ask you trillions of questions, but that’s just their way of filtering out the abnormal. Go for it!” She shoved the phone number into my hand.

Judy finished her drink and walked to the door, pausing in the hallway to say, “Have a good time fucking her mother.” Judy was right about one thing. The resort asked us trillions of questions, and two weeks later, they called my office and accepted our application. I arranged my vacation and went home to tell Judy.

It really was a beautiful place. As we drove up to the gate and were about to get out, a tall, thin, middle-aged man in a shirt and jeans came out and instructed us to stay in the car: “Are you Gray and Nina?” I nodded.

“We don’t use surnames here,” he explained. “Please follow me.” He got into a golf cart and led us through a winding driveway lined with towering pine trees. We stopped in front of a secluded cabin, almost invisible from the road. He helped us carry our luggage inside, and the furnishings were just as Judy had described, but with more features. After telling us some things to be aware of, he said goodbye, “See you in two weeks.” The first two days passed without any miracles. We didn’t experience any wild passion; instead, we were like robots. We made love simply because we were there, as if it was our duty. I could tell Nina was disappointed, and I was too. Following Judy’s advice, we took off our clothes on the first day. I watched my wife walk around the room naked. Although I still admired her beautiful body, even her breasts, which used to drive me crazy, no longer ignited my desire. There was no longer any spark of passion between us, and I could read from her expression that she felt the same way. We felt defeated.

On the morning of the third day, we tried to make love but failed. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't maintain an erection. I got out of bed, walked to the window, and stood there staring at the forest. Nina followed, saying nothing, but I could sense her anxiety.

"Looks like it didn't work," she whispered after a few minutes of silence.

"I know," I sighed in reply.

"Do you want to go home?" "No, let's try a few more days." Just then, my gaze fell on a patch of grass in the forest, a place I hadn't noticed before. A naked man and woman emerged from the forest and came to this grassy area.

"Look," I said to Nina.

Under our watchful eyes, the man embraced the woman and kissed her passionately, and she responded enthusiastically. Aside from watching a few adult films, Nina and I had never seen real sex before. We watched the entire process intently. The woman took a step back, revealing the man's long, hard penis. She knelt down and took his penis into her mouth. I almost forgot Nina was still standing beside me. We watched as the woman brought the man to orgasm and ejaculated without saying a word. When the man ejaculated, we saw his head tilt back and his mouth open in a shout, but we couldn't hear anything from where we were standing.

Nina's voice broke the silence. "Look at you," she said, pointing to my penis, which was now fully erect and throbbing. I suddenly noticed her breathing becoming heavy. I wasn't sure who jumped onto the bed first, but we raced each other to the bed and had the wildest sex we'd ever had, feeling like we were back in the good old days, but even better.

Nina and I lay on the bed, our fingers interlocked. I lifted her arms, stretched them out, and pressed them against the pillow, palms touching the bed. Nina opened her long, slender legs, allowing my body to fall between them. She shifted slightly to adjust my position, so that my penis could easily enter her already lubricated vagina with just a slight push.

My eyes were undoubtedly burning with desire, and Nina's were burning with the same. Our gazes met, and Nina blushed alluringly. The sensation of my glans touching her labia caused Nina's whole body to tremble, and my penis became intensely hot with stimulation. At the moment of penetration, I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of entering Nina's soft, warm, and moist vagina.

I thrust slowly, the slightly tight vagina intensifying the pleasure in my glans. My beloved Nina slightly opened her mouth, letting out soft breaths. With each full insertion, I could feel a tremor from the contact between our genitals. I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, and Nina's moans grew stronger. The waterbed in the cabin swayed with our movements, making a splashing sound.

I gripped Nina's hands tightly, thrusting at breakneck speed, my body almost pressed against hers. Nina breathed softly and rapidly, tiny beads of sweat glistening on her face. Her breasts, swaying back and forth, were covered in the sweat from my vigorous labor. Her firm nipples brushed against my chest like fingertips.

I slowed my pace, propping myself up and opening my eyes to look at our joined bodies. A glistening fluid flowed from Nina's vulva with each thrust of my penis, covering her moist, crimson clitoris, allowing my glans to enter and exit with minimal friction. I could feel how wet our joined bodies were; her soft vagina stimulated my purplish-red glans, sending a surge of passionate energy through my brain. My heart seemed to pound even harder with each thrust. At the same time, the image of the couple from before flashed through my mind again, their bold actions on the lawn in broad daylight, and I imagined their aftermath back in the cabin. Two different nerve impulses kept pounding against my brain.

The hourglass of time ticked by, and I began to feel tired, but the thrusting motions wouldn't slow down. Nina's lewd words rang out intermittently with each thrust, and we were both dominated by the pleasure of intercourse. Gradually, my consciousness began to blur, and my lower body filled with heat, aroused by countless pent-up sperm. I thrust into Nina with all my might, while her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, squeezing even tighter as the moment of climax approached.

The two of us shaking violently, amplified by the waterbed, felt like an earthquake, or a volcanic eruption. Finally, with the last thrust, I plunged my penis deep into Nina, giving her everything, then embraced her, collapsing my entire body onto her, exhausted, to allow my chaotic and rapid breathing to gradually return to normal. Nina opened her arms and hugged me tightly, her breath mingling with Iris's gasps, wanting me to stay inside her.

After the waves of pleasure subsided during ejaculation, I extended my tongue and met Nina's, our tongues nimbly touching, then plunging into each other's mouths, passionately sucking. We held each other tightly, afraid that the passion we had just shared would vanish.

"What's going on?" she asked, snuggling closer to me.

"I don't know," I said, "It doesn't seem proper for us to just stand there watching others have sex." "I know, but it's really exciting," she said with a giggle, moving even closer.

She rolled over and took my penis into her mouth. I could feel her lips circling my glans, her tongue teasing the urethra. I almost immediately became hard again. She continued to tease me with her mouth, and the flush on her face showed how excited she was. Our long-lost youthful passion was finally rekindled. With each sucking and exhaling motion, her full breasts swayed up and down like waves. One hand gently caressed my scrotum, while the other wandered along my thighs and tailbone. I let her fingers caress me; the subtle movements of Nina's tender tongue made me close my eyes from time to time. I had reached a climax, but I still managed to hold on, enjoying this supreme pleasure. Finally, she pulled my penis out of her mouth and then sucked on the glans with her full lips, making a squelching sound, which quickly made me ejaculate again.

In return, I licked her too. A sense of rebirth and freshness made me want to re-explore her mature and beautiful body. In my gentle caresses, Nina felt intoxicated from the depths of her heart, her body subtly twisting. One hand grasped my hair, the other stroked my firm back. Nina's excited emotions transmitted to me through our pressed skin. I slowly kissed her alluring face, kissing and licking down her neck. When I reached her breasts, I took her erect nipples into my mouth and played with them with the tip of my tongue. At the same time, my hands slid along the curves of her body, my palms touching the fullness of her vulva before sliding into the valley surrounded by golden hair. The sweet current that started from her nipples combined with the pleasure of my hands entering her secret valley and caressing the cleft of her flesh, forming a vortex of pleasure in the center of her buttocks. Nina's hands, which were on my back, gripped my back muscles tightly, and her breathing became more rapid.

My body slid down, continuing to kiss her navel and soft abdomen, heading straight for her vulva. She sensed my intention and unhesitatingly parted her thighs, welcoming my face into her honeyed depths. With my index and middle fingers, I slowly parted the dew-kissed petals, revealing a moist, glistening, bright red opening, from which white nectar overflowed, exuding our shared sweet aroma. Seeing her alluring lips clearly, I pressed my mouth down with intense excitement. Nina arched her upper body backward, thrusting her vulva towards my mouth, enjoying the pleasure of having her nectar sucked out. I then held her thighs, stretching my tongue as far as I could, carefully and repeatedly licking her vulva. The sweet, intense sensation made her body tremble, causing Nina to arch her back uncontrollably, her body gripped by uncontrollable lust.

Finally, she reached orgasm, her vaginal opening spasming, her whole body trembling, and she gushed out a large amount of nectar. Nina thus fell into a deep sleep at the peak of pleasure. I, too, was exhausted and fell asleep, only waking up an hour later.

“I’m starving,” Nina said.

We looked at each other and laughed, reminiscing about the good old days, before our sex life hit a dead end. After our passionate lovemaking, she would always feel ravenous. I would get up and prepare a hearty breakfast, which we would both wolf down. After finishing our coffee, she looked at me and placed her hand in mine.

“You know what I want to do this afternoon?” “I know what I want to do. I want to go back to bed and do some more good,” I said with a smile.

“That’s fine,” she said. “I’d like to go for a walk and see if we can find that beautiful lawn we were peeking at earlier.” “Good idea,” I said.

Then I suddenly remembered the instructions the manager had given us earlier. Little Cupid's Lodge hosts many wealthy businessmen and socialites for intimate vacations. To protect guests from unnecessary disturbance, each cabin's outdoor area is independent and separate, leading to common areas like the lawn. To access that area, you must reserve it using the button on the wall to avoid awkward encounters. So I went to the dashboard, made sure no one was using the lawn, pressed the reservation button, and immediately grabbed Nina's hand. We rushed out of the cabin, walking naked along the path. Five minutes later, after passing an open, electrically operated low fence, we found the solitary lawn. We were so happy!

"It's such a beautiful place," Nina said.

"Yes," I agreed, "Look, you can see the neighboring cabins from here." In the surrounding forest, we could see four or five cabins, each with a window facing us.

“Then they can definitely see us too,” she chuckled.

“Do you care if they see us?” I asked Nina as she lay down, looking at me. “Not at all. You don’t seem to care much either.” She was alluding to my penis, which was already erect under her caress.

We started making love on the grass, and just before I was about to make my first thrust, I glanced up at the window of the nearby cabin and saw two figures watching us.

“You know we’re being spied on,” I said.

“I don’t care, just fuck me.” I immediately obeyed. Knowing that someone was watching me have sex with my wife was actually quite exciting. Nina was wilder than I had ever known her, even more passionate than we had been on our honeymoon.

On the morning of the fourth day, I glanced at the dashboard on the wall as soon as I woke up and noticed one of the lights was on, indicating someone was on the small lawn. I got out of bed and went to the window. In the morning light, I saw a white female figure lying alone on the lawn. Feeling strange, I looked closer and realized that a burly Black man was kneeling between the legs of the white woman lying on the lawn. Both of them were naked. In the slightly backlit situation, the Black man's figure blended into the background, which made me mistakenly think that there was only one woman on the lawn.

Even though the United States is known as a melting pot of ethnicities, a black-and-white couple is still quite unusual. I beckoned to Nina, who was still lazing in bed, to come over. Seeing the scene on the lawn made her gasp. Like me, she hadn't expected to see such a rare pairing here. And it was clear that the woman lying on the grass was a blonde, blue-eyed beauty, like Nina, with long, flowing hair that almost reached her waist. She had a slender figure and was thrusting upwards. The Black man was thrusting his large, dark penis in and out of the woman's lower abdomen.

I'd heard before that some Black men had incredibly large penises, but this was the first time I'd truly witnessed it firsthand. Even from a considerable distance, the weapon was still quite conspicuous. Nina, like me, was staring intently at the couple on the lawn, undoubtedly astonished by this rare sight. Observing the man diligently pursuing the beautiful woman, I noticed his tall, well-proportioned, and handsome features, and the more I looked, the more familiar he seemed… Nina looked at me suspiciously and said, "Isn't that…?" "Michael…" I immediately uttered the name of our most admired sports star.

"I'm going to get his autograph…" I blurted out, and after a blank stare between Nina and me, we both burst into laughter. We laughed, panting, clutching our stomachs, unable to straighten up, and even laughing until tears streamed down our faces. I guess we both probably imagined the absurd scene of a pair of naked, enthusiastic fans rushing out of the woods to demand autographs from a star engrossed in their natural lovemaking.

Based on the principle of protecting customer privacy at Little Love's Hidden Abode, we were not allowed to chat with other guests to avoid disturbing their vacations, and of course, we couldn't ask our idol for autographs. However, here, there were no restrictions on watching our idol perform a unique show on the lawn, and no extra tickets were required. So, after laughing, I put my arm around Nina's shoulder, and she wrapped her arm around my waist, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of watching the game as our idol showcased his other specialty.

The rising sun cast sparse golden rays through the pine forest onto the lawn, and our dark, muscular Western hero, wielding a large-caliber shotgun, rode a white horse, galloping steadily across the grassland. The heavy burden of his weapons caused beads of sweat to appear on his back, glistening against his dark skin in the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. After a while, his white horse suddenly broke free and ran wild, catching our hero off guard, causing him to fall to the ground.

An ∞-shaped, python-like penis drooped onto the idol's lower abdomen. The blonde beauty, flipping over, needed both hands to grasp the slippery python, moving it up and down for a while before straddling the fallen hero's lap, struggling to insert the thick, long penis into her pink, tender vagina. In this process, we witnessed the amazing softness of a black man's erect penis… truly like a python.

We are no strangers to Michael's beautiful wife. During halftime of televised games, this elegant, radiant, and beautiful blonde often appears on camera cheering for her idol husband. She is also a famous fashion model, always the second most eye-catching figure on the field. To see such a beauty passionately making love with our idol is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The next scene shows our snow-white fairy princess trying to soothe a large, powerful, frightened black unicorn beneath her. In the magical Garden of Eden, the unicorn leaps and bounds wildly, its long golden hair flying and shimmering in the morning sun. We see her raise her head to the azure sky, her rose-red lips parted as if she were singing a seductive incantation. From our position, we couldn't hear the incantation; but we saw her release all her magic into it, then collapse, exhausted, onto the unicorn, her body trembling. Her delicate white hands continued to stroke its dark, strong body, trying to calm the frightened beast. The unicorn, seemingly under the spell's influence, stiffened, let out a long hiss, and then fell silent.

Two contrasting bodies—black against white, masculine against feminine, strong against petite, bald against long hair—created a visually stunning effect. Even after their climax, we stood there, stunned. After a while, the strong idol recovered first, rising from the grass. His massive python, like a giant Rambo knife, hung from his waist. He bent down and gently pulled the exhausted beauty, who had collapsed onto the grass, to her feet. Then, he hooked his hand around her knees and lifted her horizontally to his chest. The beauty's head nestled naturally into his broad chest, her long golden hair cascading down like a waterfall. Our hero, with the flair of a star player who had defeated a formidable opponent on home soil, nodded slightly to the audience hidden in the surrounding cabins. Then, with a turn of his body, he carried his Snow White and slowly walked into a culvert, disappearing into the light mist of the forest.

We watched the final scene in silence, and only one thought crossed my mind: "That was absolutely awesome!" Looking at Nina's longing and yearning expression, I knew she felt the same way. Knowing that our outdoor performance yesterday might have been observed by our idols filled us with immense excitement.

Discovering that our idols lived here thrilled me; I desperately wanted to see him again, with his enormous penis capable of murdering virgins, manipulating his relatively petite and beautiful model wife. Therefore, for the next ten days, I frequently checked whether their indicator lights were on. Later, I discovered that every two days, before dawn, they would come to this small lawn to make love, ending in the morning light of sunrise. I initially thought this was because famous people, to avoid being disturbed, had developed a habit of doing so in the dark. Later, during a rest period after meals, I read the instruction manual given to us by the hermitage and learned that this was a mysterious Eastern method of cultivating sexual ability, moving from yin to yang, from darkness to light, and making love at the appropriate time to absorb the spiritual energy of nature to enhance sexual function.

I don't know how effective this mysterious Eastern theory was for them, but at least for us, watching them practice, it was certainly very effective. Every dawn, when I see him emerge from the darkness, wielding his massive, black sword, fiercely plunging into his innocent white prey, tearing a blood-red wound in her body, the visual shock repeatedly ignites my passion, unleashing a primal urge hidden deep within me. Curious Nina would also get up early to watch, her rapturous expression and the way her hands seemed unsure what to do with them suggested the training scene had the same effect on her. I just wasn't sure what emotion it aroused in her. What I did know was that after watching their training, we would rush to bed and have a wild, intense session. Once, we even stood by the window, and I plunged my sharp dagger between her legs, leaving a pink gash. I couldn't help but worry—would we be unable to resist having sex on the spot when our idols were playing?

The Hidden Lodge's brochure contains some rather interesting content, including, of course, the explanations of various sexual positions found in our bedside sex manual, how to create a romantic atmosphere, the practice and pleasure of having sex in nature, and the benefits of nudity in nature for both mind and body, including Eastern Taoist theories and Western scientific verification.

The last part of the brochure details the concept and facilities of Hidden Lodge. The most interesting part is the design principle of the small lawn: scientists studying various animal mating theories have discovered that some birds form courtship groups, with many male birds performing in a fixed location. Attracted female birds choose the most beautiful, active, and submissive male and mate in front of all the birds. Scientific analysis shows that during this process, the sex hormones of all birds, whether male or female, involved or observing, increase significantly. Hidden Lodge uses this theory to create a place where mating can be openly observed, allowing guests to watch each other stimulate the production of sex hormones and further promote sexual vitality. Ah, what a clever design!

For the rest of our time at Little Cupid's Lodge, we spent all our time mating in the open. We watched our neighbors make love, and then we performed for them.

During this time, besides the couple we saw on the third day and the Michaels, we also saw many other couples who came here to rekindle their youthful sexuality.

One of them was a middle-aged man with graying temples and a slightly protruding belly. From a distance, I felt I must have seen him on the cover of Forbes magazine. His young and beautiful wife, who looked like a doll, was only half his age. They only appeared once on the lawn, behaving very politely. We could see that he doted on his young wife, and she was very obsequious to her husband. The two lay on the grass, caressing, kissing, and licking each other for a long time before finally penetrating. However, it didn't last long; they froze there for a while before collapsing to catch their breath. This performance, while not as wild and passionate as the others, still reminded me of a while back when I was masturbating in the bathroom, fantasizing about a tryst with a new clerk who was more than ten years younger than me. A surge of lust rushed into my lower body, and of course, a precious semen flowed into Nina's petite and exquisite treasure trove.

There was also a Hispanic couple, with black hair and bronze skin; they were incredibly wild, their lovemaking in the wild was extremely exaggerated and intense. They occupied the lawn the most times. I mean, apart from us, I really doubted how they could possibly have any sexual problems. I had some thoughts about this question a few days later. That afternoon, I saw the dashboard light indicating they had reserved the lawn, so we waited by the window. To our surprise, the man was dressed as a bullfighter, and the woman in flamenco attire. They walked hand in hand onto the lawn, facing each other. I initially thought they were going to dance on the grass, but instead, the man suddenly pulled down his zipper and pulled out his penis, while the woman quickly lifted her long skirt, revealing her vulva. Their genitals pressed together, and they began to have sex right there on the lawn. Their bright red, black, and yellow costumes fluttered up and down with their vigorous movements, creating a spectacular stage effect. When the beautiful woman with flowing black curly hair, high breasts, a slender waist, and full hips collapsed to her knees, our valiant bullfighter followed behind, sword in hand, relentlessly pursuing and stabbing the exhausted, screaming calf. When they finished their wonderful performance, we almost applauded and cheered from the windowsill. Seeing how hard they worked, I concluded that they really needed the support of the audience.

On our last day there, we saw another newlywed couple waving at us as they made love, letting us know they loved being watched. I don't remember if we returned the gesture, because we were already busy jumping back into bed for our second round of the day. Somehow, seeing a new couple here, naked and making love in our sight, always sparked a sense of novelty in us, or perhaps it was the added competition that stimulated our hormones, and my penis immediately began to swell uncontrollably.

Nina and I cherish this wonderful time here, and we are very grateful to the other couples who shared it with us. After discussion, we took to the sex stage one last time for a performance. This wasn't a haphazard display of raw passion, but a meticulously designed, dance-like performance of sexual art. Drawing on her years of experience choreographing rhythmic dance, Nina strung together a series of intercourse positions we had practiced countless times during our honeymoon: sitting, lying down, sideways, rear-entry, woman-on-top, front and rear penetration, standing, rear-entry, and various other penetration methods. Under Nina's sweet guidance, our bodies moved constantly, and between the positions, our penises seemed glued to our vulvas, almost never separating. [Link to website: http://www.687bo.com target=_blank] 性屏魉惊呐浜衔藜洌烂畹慕缓献颂?袷前爬傥瑁窒窕ㄊ搅案n颐撬成缰氏肿耉系奈⑿

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