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Heart-Pounding Series: The Little Beauty Returns 

(I)

One afternoon in August 2005, I was excitedly reminiscing about the good old days while tidying up the house, mopping the floor, disinfecting the bathroom, and making sure all the toiletries were new. My heart raced as I made her little bed, as if that beautiful girl was right beneath me… I did everything I could. I couldn't even concentrate on watching TV. My penis had gotten hard again sometime during the afternoon. It had been hard countless times; whenever my thoughts turned to her, that shameless thing would uncontrollably harden. What a wicked thing! Why the rush to penetrate a young girl's hole? I never thought I'd encounter such a wonderful thing at forty! How could I not be tempted?!

My little beauty, it's been a year since I last saw you, what do you look like now?

Still that same lousy football game, kicking for ages without scoring a single goal!

Suddenly, the phone rang.

My heart immediately started pounding!

"Come down, help with the stuff," my wife said on the phone. Oh my god! Was this a dream?!

My little beauty really came!!!

"Could it be a lie?!"

I ran quickly to the back balcony, peeked out, and saw a girl standing next to the white car.

It's real! My little beauty is back! My heart is pounding!

I forgot one thing: prepare a glass of ice water for myself.

I quickly put on my shoes, looked at myself in the shoe cabinet mirror, then looked down. That thing was surprisingly obedient this time; I was afraid it would bulge out of my pants at this crucial moment—how embarrassing!

As I went down the stairs, I tried to slow down, carefully preparing my expression. I wanted something to temporarily hold my jaw in place, because my mouth kept twitching, and I didn't want my wife to notice.

I paused for a moment at the door. Then

I opened the door and went out.

"Hello, Uncle." Seeing me, my little beauty bounced on her heels, and her sweet voice floated over.

"You're here? Wenwen?" I didn't dare linger on her for even a second longer, or my heart would jump out of my chest. "Here

, take this." My wife had already opened the trunk and was taking things out one by one. I took them one by one.

"Uncle, let me carry these." When Wenwen's little hand touched the back of my hand, a jolt of electricity shot through my body—a feeling I hadn't experienced in years.

"Let your uncle carry them; he's strong," my wife said. I stood there like a statue, watching my wife take things out.

I really wanted to look at her properly, but my heart was pounding so hard that my brain couldn't control my eyes.

"I'll take this," Wenwen said, picking up a gift box.

"Here—Wenwen's dad gave this to you?" My wife handed me a suit bag.

"What?" I asked.

"What else could it be? Your favorite."

I opened it and saw two packs of cigarettes.

"Go back and thank your dad for me, okay?" I said to Wenwen. This was the second time I'd seen her. I sensed she had changed quite a bit.

"Hehe..." Wenwen giggled mischievously. She seemed more shy than when she came last year.

As we went upstairs, I asked, not really meaning it, "Wenwen? Why didn't you invite your parents along?" "We were planning to come together," my wife replied, "but something came up at the factory, so we couldn't." "Wenwen's grown taller!" I kept staring at her half-round bottom, which seemed to get sexier every year.

"Just a little bit."

We were on the third floor, and it felt like only a few steps to the door. My wife was opening it, and the three of us were very close. I compared our heights; she was slightly taller than my wife. I stood behind her, the unique fragrance of a young girl stimulating my heartbeat and making it hard to breathe… "It seems like more than a little bit," I said. "About two centimeters." They went inside first, and I secretly took a deep breath behind them.

"Wow—the floor is so shiny!" Wenwen exclaimed happily.

Hearing this, my heart felt like it was filled with honey. This little girl always praised me generously when I needed it.

She looked around and said, "Uncle is so capable!" Good heavens! Another one! You

little rascal! " Are you trying to make me faint?

" I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was still early. I said to my wife, "No rush for dinner, everything's ready, I'll cook." "That's great!" my wife said, sinking her somewhat plump body into the sofa.

Wenwen was still as lively and active as ever, looking here and there, asking why a leaf on this flower had turned yellow, then saying that the Brazilian wood had grown much taller.

I felt embarrassed to stare at her, but while she was moving around, I observed her. She was about 1.62 or 1.63 meters tall, wearing pink shorts. Her slender legs didn't look too rounded, but they were just right to draw your eye to her bulging triangle area. Her white top with a few small flowers was just the right length to connect with her waistband. Raising her arms or stretching her back would reveal her small belly button. I thought it was just right; anything more revealing wouldn't suit her age. There were a few small flowers on her toenails; I didn't know if they were painted on or pasted on, but they didn't look excessive at all. This was the only embellishment; there was no other artifice or embellishment. Everything was natural, yet she was still so captivating!

A moment later, she knelt on the sofa, leaning against the back to look at the flowers on the east balcony. Her pert little bottom looked even more feminine. The most striking change was that her two small breasts had become fuller, like two small steamed buns, much sexier than last year. Back in the countryside when I was little, girls bound their chests. If a girl had big breasts, it meant she'd been touched by a man—I don't know if that's true or not. If it really had that effect, I think Wenwen should thank me.

It was 5:35. I said I'd go cook.

"Shall we go swimming after dinner?" I got up from the sofa and casually said to Wenwen.

"I don't want to go," she said. I was slightly disappointed. Then I opened the refrigerator and took out some meat: "Wenwen, have some popsicles." "I don't want any," she said again.

Going to the kitchen, I suddenly felt unsure what to do first after her two sentences. A chill ran through me. Had this child really changed?

Thinking this through, I started cooking. Just then, Wenwen came in and asked, "Uncle, is there anything I can help with?" My mood immediately brightened.

"You can help eat."

There's so much good food, how can I possibly eat it all? The little girl's smile was always so sweet. She had smiled like that downstairs just now, and it suddenly reminded me of someone whose smile

I couldn't quite place. I think it was the actor who acted in a TV series with Wang Zhiwen. "I love these clams the most." Wenwen circled around me like a little puppy, and I secretly admired her. "What's it called?" she asked, picking one up.

"A multicolored clam, also called a Philippine clam," I said. The slight disappointment I felt earlier had long since vanished. It was like the feeling of first love, where a simple word from a loved one could instantly lift your spirits.

"Okay, go out now. I'm going to stir-fry the food. Don't choke, just wait to eat." I gently pushed her away, placing the back of my hand on her bare shoulder. This was the second time I had been near her, and my heart started racing again.

"Okay!" she said, tiptoeing out of the kitchen.

It doesn't seem like there's a big problem! I thought to myself. Besides, the fact that she came means she doesn't care about what happened last year, at least she doesn't hate me.

About twenty minutes later, five or six dishes were ready.

After dinner, my wife said she was tired and didn't want to move. I said to Wenwen, "Let's go to the seaside square, it's so beautiful, it was completed last October."

Wenwen was also hesitant, looking at her aunt as if she needed to ask for her opinion. Fortunately, my wife reluctantly agreed, since it wasn't far, only a ten-minute walk.

However, Wenwen's behavior disappointed me a bit. She's grown up now, and she needs her aunt's opinion even for such a small thing. What can she possibly do? Originally, my wife said she was tired, and I thought, "If she doesn't want to go,

then she doesn't have to. Wenwen and I will go, that would be great!" When we arrived at the square, Wenwen kept exclaiming, "It's so big!" Hearing this, I was secretly touched. Didn't she say the same thing about my genitals last year?

We played in the square for two hours. On the way back, Wenwen clutched her lower abdomen and said her stomach hurt.

I thought it was because of the seafood we ate that night, so I asked her with concern how it hurt.

Wenwen smiled and said, "It's okay, we can go to the sea tomorrow."

I suddenly realized: That's it! No wonder she didn't go to the sea, no wonder she didn't eat popsicles, it turns out the little beauty has her period.

I felt both happy and worried. I was happy that she wasn't deliberately avoiding me; I was worried about how many days she would stay. If she left on Sunday afternoon, even if her period was over, she probably wouldn't be able to do anything, especially with my wife watching.

When we got into bed, my wife still said she was tired. I thought that was perfect, I was afraid she would want me anyway, I didn't want to shoot my precious thing that I had saved up for half a month into that old cunt. I haven't been very interested in my wife this past year, especially since I tasted the flavor of Wenwen's little cunt. My wife is two years older than me, even two months older than my third sister, and she's gained weight, not to mention down there. There's a saying in our area: "Ride a fat donkey, fuck a skinny cunt." There's some truth to it. Fuck her, but it's not as good as fucking my third sister; at least the psychological stimulation is stronger… I lay there with her beside me, unable to sleep. Usually, when I can't sleep, I play on the computer, but not now. I can't watch TV alone in the living room either; my wife will see through my thoughts.

Scenes from last year kept flashing through my mind: in the sea, on the mountain, in the outhouse, in the garden, in bed… I know it's not easy to seduce a girl like that! Not every girl falls for it. Take a few years ago, for example. I was determined to raise Yan Yan (my third sister's adopted daughter). Whenever my third sister brought her over, or I went back to my hometown, I bought her all sorts of delicious things she'd never seen or tasted before. But I found that the older she got, the less adorable she became. By the time she was ten, she wouldn't even let me hug her; she was distant. I can't blame her. We only see each other about once a year. Even though I try my best, I'm still lacking something. I wanted to molest her before she turned twelve, so I could have sex with her when she was eighteen or nineteen. Because of my close relationship with my third sister, even if she's unhappy, she can't do anything to me. But over the years, I've only ever looked at her pussy while she sleeps, and at most, I've masturbated a few times, once even getting caught by her. My third sister knows I've had that fetish since I was little, so she hasn't complained much. After having sex with Wenwen the year before last, I got bolder. If I could get my hands on Yanyan too, my life would be worthwhile! My third sister said she'd bring Yanyan over after this busy period, and this might be the last chance. In another year or two, she'll be twenty, and it'll be even harder to get her.

There are less than two days left! What should I do?

The key is Wenwen. If she's interested, I can always find a chance to have sex with her. If she's not interested, then it's over. Don't think that just because you've had it once, it'll be easy the second time. Girls that age might not be like that! Sometimes it's purely out of curiosity. When I was little, I played fucking games with girls around seven or eight years old. The first time was easy, but the second time she wouldn't do it. I don't know if it was because adults told her otherwise or if she felt it was wrong. It

was the same with my third sister. After doing it once, she got scared, vaguely knowing it was wrong, and she wouldn't try it again unless stimulated under specific conditions.

Just then, I heard footsteps outside. It must be Wenwen. My son is next door; I didn't hear his door open.

I heard her go to the outhouse, and my heart pounded. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear her urinating through the two doors.

I really wanted to go out, even just to hug her, or even better, touch her. But I know my wife is a vigilant sleeper; if I leave, she'll be up in less than five minutes.

I watched helplessly as Wenwen went back into the room, my heart itching with desire.

Why didn't a single mosquito bite her little bottom tonight? Then she ran over and asked me to take a look, and I smeared my saliva on it. My mother used to do that when I was little.

I still can't sleep, and the more I think about it, the more anxious I get.

A nineteen-year-old girl in the prime of her youth, how desirable she is!

At nineteen, Juliet started having an affair with Romeo;

at nineteen, Lin Daiyu secretly read The Story of the Western Wing in the Grand View Garden;

at nineteen, my third sister touched my penis in bed;

nineteen-year-old Wenwen, does your heart beat as fast as your uncle's?

I must find a way to have sex with her. If I don't succeed this time, it will be even harder later. Girls get older, and it's not easy to do that.

(II)

My wife got up around six o'clock. I heard her go out, probably to buy breakfast. I stayed in bed, wanting to sleep a little longer, but I couldn't fall asleep. As soon as I woke up, I thought of Wenwen. Wenwen also got up and went to the outhouse. I didn't hear her lock it. My wife definitely won't be back by now, and my son hasn't gotten up yet. This was an opportunity. I pretended not to know anything, went in to test her reaction, and saw how she would react.

I quickly got out of bed, went out, and pushed open the bathroom door…

“Wenwen, get up.” I pretended to back out.

“Okay. Your turn, hehe…” She reached for the toilet paper, but only managed to pull out a small section before it was gone.

“That’s all, Uncle.”

“Okay, I’ll get you some.” I went to the drawer under the bed in the bedroom and took out a roll.

“I’ve had the same problem,”

I said, returning to the bathroom where she was still sitting, “I just rinsed myself with water.” “Hehe… how do you rinse?” she asked curiously. “Reach over the showerhead, put it under your bottom, and then turn it on.” I said, putting the toilet paper back in the drawer. “Hehe… I’ll try it too.” My lovely Wenwen, you haven’t changed at all, but you made Uncle worry all night.

My heart was pounding.

“Okay.” I handed her the showerhead. “From the front or the back?” The question sounded like a tease. You little rascal! I’ll devour you!

"From behind."

Wenwen lifted her bottom and slipped the lotus-shaped showerhead between her buttocks and the toilet seat.

"All done?" I turned on the switch. "Wow—that feels so good." She looked up at me, "The water's still warm." "Of course," I said. "That's a good idea, hehe..." "All done?" I asked.

"No, it's quite fun."

Fun? I thought to myself, it won't be fun when your aunt sees me.

"All done." She took the showerhead out from under her bottom, "What are we going to use to wipe?" I hung up the showerhead, "A towel, here, these are for wiping bottoms, this one, nobody uses it." "Here, I'll wipe you." I said boldly, and Wenwen actually agreed.

She turned her little bottom around for me, because it was low, I could only see two slightly pointed little bottoms, and wiped them roughly.

"Let me feel if it's still wet?" I said with ulterior motives. Unexpectedly, the little thing saw through my trick. As soon as my hand touched her little bottom, Wenwen giggled, pulled up her underwear, and ran out.

"Close the door!" I shouted. Wenwen came back and closed the door.

I sat down; the mattress was still warm. I was overjoyed; everything seemed fine, just waiting for my chance.

I tilted my head and saw something in the toilet paper holder. Looking closer, I realized it was a sanitary napkin. It must be Wenwen's. Excitedly, I took it out and examined it closely. The color was almost invisible. A surge of joy filled my heart; she must be better.

Holding the sanitary napkin, like when I stole my sister's underwear as a child, I brought it to my nose and took two deep breaths. The smell was unsettling. I remembered sometimes finding blood-stained red toilet paper in the outhouse behind the pigsty in my hometown. I didn't know what the blood was, but I guessed it was probably from inside her vagina. Every time I saw it, I would urinate on it, feeling excited, as if my sister had given me a taste of her own medicine.

It's a pity that my beautiful sister never got to use such a delicate sanitary napkin. Girls these days are so lucky!

At the dinner table, I felt the tightness in my chest ease. Wenwen seemed to be a sensible child; from the moment she arrived home yesterday, she behaved so appropriately in front of my wife, leaving no room for suspicion. I liked her more and more, even shamelessly admitting that I was starting to fall in love with her, wasn't I? From the moment she arrived, her every word and action began to influence my mood.

"Where do we go after dinner?" Wenwen asked. "I don't care, I'll hand you over to your uncle when we get home, you can ask him," my wife said.

I loved hearing that; when did my wife become so adorable? Actually, I knew my wife didn't want to bring her; she had complained many times about how tiring her work was and how she didn't get any rest when she got home.

"Uncle?" Wenwen said timidly, "I... I also want to go to the aquarium." She seemed a little embarrassed to ask me for another 120 yuan; her mother must have told her before she left.

"Okay," I said, thinking to myself, even if you go to the moon, I'll take you.

"I told you it would rain today," my wife said, just trying to shake Wenwen's confidence.

"It's okay, give me the car keys."

"Thank you, Uncle." Wenwen happily bounced on her heels twice, and then I noticed her looking at me with those eyes that made my heart race for the first time. A slight smile, so captivating, and suddenly a name popped into my head: Xu Jinglei! Yes, that's her! That smile is so similar!

"It doesn't matter if it rains or not," I said.

I packed two bottles of water, some bread, and took my little sweetheart, and we set off.

As the car started moving, I put on Bandari's "Sunny Coast," trying to slow my heartbeat, but after a while, I realized it was useless. Out of the corner of my eye, I kept catching glimpses of her bare thighs, not very rounded, but undeniably sexy.

It wasn't just my heart that was racing, but a certain part of my body was also stirring.

When the car had to slow down, I glanced at that area and noticed a bulge in my pants against my right leg.

I couldn't really care less; it was fine as it was. Maybe it would be an inspiration for Wenwen, if she cared.

"Get me a bottle of water." After driving a little further, I felt I needed some cold water to calm my burning desire.

I slowed down, took the water Wenwen handed me, and took a big gulp. I glanced at it again—good heavens, it was even more obvious than before.

The little beauty hadn't missed a thing.

"What?" she laughed, gently poking the bulge in my pants with one finger. I felt it throb slightly. You little rascal! Don't do that, it'll kill you! "How did we end up here? Hehe..."   I chuckled inwardly, not caring about her. My driving skills weren't great to begin with, and I couldn't worry about anything else. I figured I'd deal with it when

we got there .

Let's change the subject for a moment and ask her how many days she'll be staying. She said her dad is going to Beijing on a business trip next Tuesday or Wednesday, and she wants to come along. Hearing this, I felt a little anxious; there's only a day and a half left. How could I refuse such a delicious treat?

Finally, we arrived, but before the car had even come to a complete stop, it started raining.

We didn't get out immediately, but took a deep breath.

Summer rain is heavy, and soon it was pouring down the car windows. There wasn't a soul outside; who would go to the aquarium on a day like this?

I reached out and pulled her close, excitedly kissing her little face. Her smile vanished instantly, replaced by nervousness, her nostrils flaring as I kissed her… such gentle lips, trembling slightly… When my hand touched her breasts, she struggled free, giggling, "Uncle is so naughty!" Little beauty, you're so cute! You know how to be tactful! Thank goodness you broke free, or I would have lost control!

Such a naive young girl couldn't handle too much passion.

So I took one of her hands and placed it in my other, gently stroking her small hand while looking out the car window at the rain.

After a while, the rain on the glass noticeably subsided.

"The rain's lessening, let's go!" Wenwen said, looking out the window. She quickly got out of the car. I couldn't just get out like that; my crotch was still bulging. I slipped my hand inside, forcibly folded it down, pulled it out, checked it over, and seeing no major problems, I went out.

Once inside, I realized I'd made the right choice. Because it was early, and because of the rain, there wasn't a single tourist in sight, only a few staff members at the entrance… I held the little beauty, walking and looking around along the indicated route.

I gently held her shoulder, my hand stroking her upper arm; her delicate skin felt cool and comfortable.

I thought to myself, this little thing, a little bit sensual, but not lewd. On the bus, she teased me so much I wanted to thrust into her right then and there, but now she's acting all calm and collected, like a lady... After a few turns, we finally met two tourists, a couple. Looks like we weren't lonely after all.

Wenwen said she hadn't seen this or that before. I said, "You've seen them, you've forgotten.

" "So

you haven't seen them?" "Say you haven't seen them." I patted her little bottom.

"So you haven't seen them?"

I patted her again. She pretended nothing was wrong, walked a few steps, stopped to watch the sharks, and I stayed close behind her, deliberately teasing her with my private parts.

After watching the sharks, just as I was about to turn around and move on, suddenly, I felt a light tap on my groin. Before I could react, Wenwen giggled and ran forward a few steps.

But I felt like I couldn't stand up. Her little hand, though not heavy, hit my vital spot, and the pain made me sweat.

Seeing me standing there for so long, she didn't know what had happened to me. How could she know which part of the body couldn't be hit? She moved closer to me, and seeing my pain, her expression changed.

I endured the pain and moved a few steps. Slowly, the pain subsided.

Seeing my smile return, she timidly asked what had happened.

I could only tell her the truth: that area couldn't be hit. Hearing this, she stuck out her tongue, her face turning red.

Then, like a schoolchild who had made a mistake in front of the teacher, she nestled obediently against me, as if trying to cheer me up.

I watched absentmindedly for about an hour before noticing a few tourists behind us; I guessed the rain outside had stopped.

I wanted to get to the rainforest as soon as possible. It was entirely man-made, yet still magnificent, with all sorts of strange rocks and towering trees, layer upon layer, winding paths, and babbling streams.

Most importantly, there were plenty of secluded spots; I could do whatever I wanted, and there weren't many people around. After a while, when more people arrived, Wenwen quickened her pace to keep up with me. Finally, we finished looking at the marine life, and just around the corner was the rainforest.

We happened to pass a restroom, and I thought I'd better go.

Not to urinate; I'd already planned what I'd do to her in the rainforest. So I quickly relieved myself, made sure no one was around, peeked through the door to make sure no one would come, turned on the water, quickly pulled out my genitals, stood on tiptoe, leaned forward, quickly washed them, and hid them.

I didn't want to leave the impression that male genitals were dirty, especially since I'd masturbated a bit last night and hadn't showered this morning. Such a pure girl; I didn't want to defile her.

When we arrived at the rainforest, the first couple we'd seen were already there.

The path wound its way up and down, bringing more physical contact, causing my heart to race and my mind to race.

At this point, Wenwen had completely taken on the role of my little lover; I could hug and hold her, and she was fueling my desire even more… We reached a secluded spot where the couple was no longer visible. Sitting down, my heart pounding, I pondered how to make love to her. Suddenly, she became concerned, asking shyly, "Does it still hurt, Uncle?" her face flushed.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It just hurts for a while." I pulled her close, pressing her against my body, and kissed her, my tongue exploring her little mouth. She shyly returned my kiss.

"If you let me kiss you again, it won't hurt anymore,"

I said lewdly, looking at her face, a mixture of amusement and suppressed laughter.

"Making excuses!" she pinched me lightly.

So cute! I pulled her close again for another kiss; her red lips were so tender, I could never get enough of them… After making sure no one was around, I gently pressed down on her shoulder. The little girl squatted down, looking up at me with an embarrassed expression.

She knelt on the ground, watching me unzip my pants and take it out.

She looked up again, smiling shyly.

I stroked the foreskin as much as possible, partly to molest her, and partly to prove to her that it wasn't dirty at all. I held her head with one hand, glancing at the only direction she could see. I straightened my back and put it in her mouth. My

panicked heart immediately felt much more at ease. Then I freed my hand from my penis, took her small hand, and gestured for her to hold it herself. Her little hand obediently grasped it, and at this moment she became like a little pervert again, spitting it out and mimicking what I had done earlier, pushing the foreskin back to the base, wiggling it a couple of times with a smile, looking very pleased.

It was such a boost to my self-esteem! I put it back in her mouth and started thrusting…

Suddenly I heard someone speak. I quickly pulled away, looked around, but saw no one. I hugged her, half out of gratitude and half out of affection, and kissed her.

Every time we reached a secluded spot, I would be intimate with her. Sometimes I'd ask her to sit on my lap, sometimes I'd lean against a rock and let her lean against me. She'd obediently let me touch her body. I touched her breasts; they were real, as if there was a hard core inside, though the nipples weren't very noticeable. Her smooth belly and delicate thighs led to even more alluring places… My desire grew stronger, and I felt a heat and swelling below my abdomen. I desperately needed to release it through intercourse… We arrived at a large, artificial hibiscus tree. I leaned against the trunk, letting Wenwen lean against me. My hand impatiently slid down her belly and into her panties… Immediately, she became more nervous than ever, breathing rapidly.

First, I needed to check if she had a sanitary napkin, because that was important.

I was overjoyed to find none.

Her vulva didn't feel very smooth. I ran two fingers through it, and sure enough, it was pubic hair. At this moment, Wenwen began to feel uneasy in my arms, struggling slightly. I turned my face to kiss her, trying to calm her down.

My hand continued deeper, but the panties were too tight to arch my back, so I could only press my finger against her soft labia majora, slipping it into that alluring crevice… Clearly, I had touched the girl's most sensitive spot, and she began to struggle again. I held her tightly, secretly pressing her most sensitive clitoris from below, and she turned her head, half-jokingly biting my arm.

Good! Bite harder! Little beauty, it feels better when it hurts!

I could feel that the contents of that crevice were much richer than last year; her labia minora were clearly like flower petals, delicate and smooth, like they were covered in pollen… I felt like my lower body was about to burst through my pants, and the urge to penetrate grew stronger and stronger… No, I had to go in, even just a quick fuck would do, anything to get me inside.

My heart was pounding! I couldn't breathe! But looking at the surroundings, I couldn't do it.

I pulled my hand away, like a baby finally finding its mother's nipple, and put my finger in my mouth… Quick, I thought, I need to find a place to fuck her.

We went down into this area, turned two more corners, and saw signs for an exit not far away. No, we had to turn back. We had to find a place! We encountered several tourists, but ignored them. I pulled Wenwen along and finally found a secluded spot we'd stayed in on the way here. It was there that I touched Wenwen's small breasts.

"Wenwen…" I called her in a trembling voice, but in my heart it felt like I was calling, "Wenwen, my little darling." I was almost begging. At that moment, this forty-year-old man felt so humble before this beautiful young woman.

Wenwen saw me eagerly trying to unbutton her shorts and understood what I was about to do, but she wasn't as impatient as I was. She stared at me with puzzled, bright eyes, slightly surprised: "Here?" Did that mean, we could do it here? Yes, could you expect such a naive young girl to suddenly erupt with the same intense passion as this old lecher, eagerly throwing herself into your arms for you to fuck?

Girls' waistbands are always so complicated; it took me ages to undo them. I forgot to tell her to wear a skirt; that would have been so much easier.

Just now, by those rocks, I was so proud, so arrogant, watching Wenwen suck my penis with her little mouth. Now it's my turn to feel inferior.

Burning with lust, I knelt before Wenwen, impatiently pulling down her panties… God! Why did you create such perfect young girls! Making all men lose their self-respect in front of them?

Such pitiful few pubic hairs! Whether you have more or none, there are only twenty or thirty, and some are just sprouting, yellowish, so shameful!!

Who says a young girl's vagina isn't a perfect work of art!

I almost pounced on her, using my tongue to touch the red flesh that wasn't just covered by her two plump labia… The unique scent of a young girl stirred my heart, my trembling little tongue wantonly licking the girl's alluring vulva. My fiery lips pressed against her shameful crevice, passionately sucking out her sweet, lustful juices… The burning desire made me unable to waste time outside; I had to penetrate her immediately!

Ah! Great Creator! Let me enjoy the flesh of a young girl one more time!

I picked up Wenwen, letting her brace one foot against a nearby rock, her other leg in my hand.

The position couldn't be more perfect! I leaned in to kiss her, simultaneously pressing my lower body against hers.

After a spasm of moderate tension, her tightly closed vulva could no longer resist the passion of my glans at the moment of entry. The girl's expression was complex for a moment.

The penetration went smoothly; the circular muscles at the entrance slid against the shaft, bringing an incredibly intense pleasure… “Ah! My little beauty!” I exclaimed inwardly, marveling at the immense stimulation her tender yet lubricated vagina was giving me.

Once fully inside, I immediately felt an immense sense of relief.

I checked to make sure no one was coming, then began to thrust passionately… With each thrust, my little beauty opened her small mouth, letting out a soft moan. Only then did Wenwen, my little lover, reveal her inner desire. Her lubricated vagina proved how much she needed real penetration to relieve the tension within her young body; the air exhaled from her slightly open mouth testified to the clear pleasure the thrusting brought her.

Her nineteen-year-old vagina was already fully capable of intercourse! Even just the right amount of thrusting caused it to secrete ample lubrication… After a while, I stopped, adjusted her position, and pushed all the way in again. Ah! The sensation was exquisite!

Before entering her, my only wish was to go in. Now, I desperately wanted to possess her a little longer, but the immense physical and psychological stimulation wouldn't allow for my greed. Urged on by the urge to go just one more thrust, I cried out in my heart: "Ah! God! My little beauty! Let me hold on a little longer, even just three more thrusts, ah—two more, that'll do! Ah—, just one… Wenwen, my Wenwen! Ah—————————— Ah! God! Ah! I've never experienced such a pleasurable orgasm!

The girl's vagina tightly gripped the base of my penis, making the throbbing during ejaculation so intense, the pleasure that followed was indescribable! The sob I couldn't suppress made the girl, caught in the throes of pleasure, feel a little panicked.

My legs went weak, and I almost couldn't hold on.

At the moment I ejaculated, Wenwen trembled all over.

Instantly, I felt a sense of boundless freedom…

Ah!" "Let me stay inside a little longer..." Semen

filled the girl's vagina; neither the internal nor external environment allowed me to linger in this beautiful girl's body for even a moment longer.

As I withdrew, Wenwen's little pussy made a rather unrefined sound. I quickly took out a handkerchief, wiped her clean, and helped her put her underwear back on.

Wenwen threw herself into my arms, and I held her tightly until our breathing calmed down.

I didn't want to see anything else, didn't want to walk another step, just wanted to hold my little beauty and have a good sleep... Coming out of the aquarium, the ground outside was flooded; it seemed like it had rained heavily.

Getting into the car, I leaned back, closed my eyes, the immense pleasure still deeply imprinted in my mind; I could hardly believe it. Having my little beauty again was something I had always dreamed of, and it had actually come true!

Wenwen leaned her head against my shoulder, and suddenly asked, "Uncle?... Just now...did you ejaculate?" It turned out that the intense orgasm had affected not only me. I wasn't surprised at all that Wenwen asked me this; she'd probably read about it in books, and I believed that the word and process of ejaculation would be a strong stimulus for a young girl.

I smiled and nodded. "Then... what if I get pregnant?" she asked, blushing slightly, looking a little panicked.

I finally couldn't help but laugh. I'd been feeling really sleepy and wanted to take a nap, but this little thing had woken me up again.

"No, silly girl, didn't you just finish your period?"

"Really?"

"Of course! Would your uncle lie to you?"

I leaned in and kissed her, trying to dispel her innocent worries: "Really, you won't." The car started up again, and I suddenly realized I'd forgotten the time. I took out my phone and saw it was past eleven.

I quickly called my wife and told her I wouldn't be home for lunch.

"How about Uncle takes you to eat Western food?" On the way, I remembered our usual Western restaurant; it was very quiet there. I really needed a quiet environment to spend more time with my little sweetheart.

"Okay."

"Have you eaten?" "

I've had KFC, McDonald's, hehe..."

After driving for a while, she suddenly said, "Uncle, you... didn't wipe yourself clean." "What's wrong?" I didn't understand why she only thought of this now. "And." I thought, it wasn't that she didn't wipe herself clean, it's that she ejaculated too deeply, and it wouldn't flow out when we walked.

I pulled the car over to the side of the road and stopped. There was a small pack of tissues in the car: "Here, wipe yourself." She smiled shyly, took it, unbuttoned her shorts, and reached in to wipe herself.

"Are your underwear wet?"

She bit her lip and nodded. I gave her a few more: "Let's ride it." My mood was lifted again by her, and I peeked over when she lifted her underwear. I never tired of looking at that little pussy.

After I finished cleaning up, I suddenly wanted to ask her how she felt.

"Was it comfortable?" This question made her already red face turn even redder.

"Bad uncle!" Her little fist hit my shoulder hard. She seemed unsatisfied with just that, so she leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "You're a big bad guy!" Her warm breath tickled my ear, so I touched it and continued on my way.

We found a couple's booth at Sculpting Time (a Western restaurant), sat facing each other, and I ordered the most expensive French steak for Wenwen. I got a cheaper one for myself, along with two soups. The fruit salad and coffee were served together.

"So expensive?" Wenwen asked shyly.

"It's not expensive at all. This is the cheapest Western restaurant I've ever been to. 58 is okay; the more expensive ones are 98, even over 100. Just eat it, and don't tell your aunt when you get back," I coaxed her, trapping her legs under the table.

The two steaks were served one after the other. After the intense heat on the hot plate subsided, I cut a small piece for her and fed it to her. "Delicious! So delicious!" "Really delicious? Here—" I forked a small piece and fed her, and she opened her little mouth like a cute little bird.

"So delicious!"

I felt a surge of joy in my heart. As long as she was happy, my psychological burden was lightened. To be honest, Wenwen was half lover and half daughter, and I didn't want to turn her into a little prostitute. If she really did turn bad one day, it would be my fault. Honestly, I'm not a heinous lecher! After the first time we did it, I wasn't without burden or self-reproach; this was not hypocrisy.

She would occasionally fork up the meat I had cut for her and put it in her mouth, and sometimes I would feed her a piece. She became more talkative, talking about her father, their factory, and her school, laughing as she spoke.

While eating, I admired the little beauty across from me, thinking of the immense pleasure she brought me, and my heart was filled with boundless gratitude.

"Here, have some soup, try which one tastes better?" I scooped a spoonful of soup from my own portion and fed it to her.

"Hmm—this is good."

"Then switch."

"No need, Uncle, you drink it, I'm almost full."

"Then who will eat the other half?" There was still a little bit of steak left on her plate.

"You eat it, come on—" Wenwen picked up a piece and put it in my mouth. "Thank you." I said sincerely.

"No rush, eat slowly."

Her calves had been held between my legs for a while, and she wanted to move around, so I let her go.

I fed her a few more pieces, and seeing that she really couldn't eat anymore, I finished off her half as well.

After the waiter served the coffee, knowing no one would disturb us, I called Wenwen to sit down. She obediently nestled her head against my chest. I leaned down to kiss her hair, then used a small fork to feed her fruit salad.

I wanted to know her true feelings, her attitude towards sex.

"Tell Uncle, in the rainforest... okay?" In that intimate atmosphere, I asked, and she would understand what I meant.

She didn't answer, but suddenly hugged my waist tightly, pressing her face even closer.

My hand traced circles on her bottom, and my penis began to stir, quickly growing hard.

"Is Uncle a good uncle or a bad uncle?" I leaned down and asked softly.

She turned her face towards me: "Both a good uncle and a bad uncle!"

"Then, when is he a good uncle, and when is he a bad uncle?" "When we eat Western food, he's a good uncle." "Then when is he a bad uncle?"

She thought for a moment, then leaned up, her little mouth close to my ear, and I never expected her to say that:

"When you fuck me, you're a bad uncle."

How could I imagine such a dirty word coming from a little girl's mouth? My blood rushed through my veins.

The next thing I said was deliberately teasing her: "So, do you like good uncles or bad uncles?" "I like them both." My little darling! My little beauty! I really want to... where to go right now? A hotel room? What's the difference between that and prostitution! No way. In the car? Is there a secluded place? This is the city. Although my penis was hard, I didn't feel that urgent. For a man my age, it's not impossible to have sex twice a day occasionally, but pursuing high-quality sex is more important. Besides, having a girl like Wenwen constantly pestering her and endlessly having sex might annoy her.

After thinking it over, I decided to go home.

As soon as I got home, my wife started complaining, saying that I was out for most of the day and I couldn't even use the car. She said that Mr. Zhang and Mr. Ma wanted her to help look at some properties. "Why did you come here to buy a house?" "Who doesn't want to buy one? People from Beijing are buying houses here too. Wenwen's father wants to buy one too. The air pollution is too bad where he lives, and he wants to retire and live on the coast." "Then go and look."

"How can I go now? Maybe tomorrow."

I took a shower and wanted to lie down and rest for a while, but I ended up sleeping until dinner.

(III)

After dinner, Wenwen wanted to go to the night market. I asked my wife to take her. Being with her all day long made my wife suspicious.

For some reason, my wife suddenly became generous. When we came back, I saw that she had bought Wenwen a dress. Wenwen immediately went to her room and came out a little while later wearing the dress she had just bought to show my wife and me. My wife has a good eye; I said it looked good, and both my wife and Wenwen were happy. Then she picked up the phone and called home to tell her mother she would be back the next afternoon.

Actually, I really wanted her to stay a few more days, but even if her father didn't take her to Beijing next Tuesday, her mother would still be worried. If it were my son and a daughter instead, it would be a different story.

Wenwen is indeed very sensible. From the time she came back in the afternoon, she kept me at arm's length, without mentioning Western food, only talking about how beautiful the creatures at the underwater world were. But I noticed she didn't mention the rainforest.

After we got into bed, my wife wanted more, probably because she had rested. I ignored her, because it hadn't been just a day or two, and she knew I wasn't interested, so she didn't complain much. I couldn't help

but think of the taste of Wenwen's little pussy. I was just too hasty then, that burning sensation. Otherwise, I wish I could have fucked her a little longer! I remember it was the same with my wife. Whether I was away on a business trip or she was coming back, we were always impatient the first time. All I wanted was to get inside her. Once inside, the tension would instantly subside. We'd quickly thrust for three to five minutes (sometimes less) and ejaculate. I felt instantly relaxed. It wasn't that I didn't want to fuck her longer, I just couldn't control myself.

The second time, I'd have my fill, fucking her however I wanted, for twenty or thirty minutes straight without a problem. If we paused for a moment to relax, it could sometimes be forty or fifty minutes. We'd usually have another round the next morning, and then I wouldn't want to for at least ten days.

My wife was so happy then. So many times I'd fuck her until she was swearing, saying things like, "Fuck me to death!" or "Fuck me all night!" Afterwards, she'd be limp on the bed. But

after thirty-seven or thirty-eight, nearing forty, women's sex drives aren't what they used to be, especially since my wife was overweight, her vagina was loose and saggy, and there was no pleasure to be had. So every time, it's a chore, a quick and perfunctory affair... That's why men over forty are in danger; as they get older, their desire for young girls intensifies, especially for the cunts of thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls (they can't bear to look at anything younger, but opportunities are few, and with legal prohibitions, many want to try but dare not cross the line. My little lover, Wenwen, is truly, as Nobel laureate Yang Zhenning said, "God's last gift to me"! As for whether it's the last, that depends on fate!

On Sunday morning, Wenwen stretched in the living room, saw me come out, and said, "Uncle, I'm leaving." "Didn't you say this afternoon?" I was taken aback.

"Yes, this afternoon."

"I thought you left after breakfast."

"Hehe..."

I went to the bathroom, thinking about Wenwen's words, and felt she seemed a little reluctant to leave. Why say this so early in the morning if she's leaving in the afternoon? Is she hinting at something? Or is she complaining that I didn't come over to fuck her last night? A young girl's mind is truly unfathomable.

She squatted there, holding the newspaper but not really paying attention. Judging from her behavior yesterday at Sculpting Time, could we conclude that she'd tasted a little pleasure? At least she wasn't afraid of intercourse. Is it possible that this seemingly quiet girl is actually quite bold? Last year, when we first met, although it hurt, she didn't stop me. Perhaps from then on, she began to enjoy that feeling of being filled and the incredibly magical sensation of thrusting—I think I read something like that in a book.

Thinking this, my blood began to rush. Wasn't my wife looking at apartments this morning? Maybe this is an opportunity.

After lunch, I rested for an hour, during which my heart was filled with anxiety. What about my son?

"Aren't you going to the bookstore with your sister?" I said to my son. I know he loves browsing bookstores, while Wenwen hates them the most.

"I don't want to go," Wenwen refused, as expected. "I want to go to the beach." "Go wherever you want," my wife said, standing up. "I have to go do my things. Are you going to buy groceries?" "Okay, I'll buy them," I quickly agreed.

"Uncle, will you come to the beach with me?" Wenwen asked.

"If I don't go with you, who will?!" I said.

My son went back to his room, and I wandered around the living room for a while, wondering how to get him out. I thought I'd better buy the groceries first.

"I'll go with you," Wenwen stood up, and I said okay.

The supermarket was less than ten minutes from our house, and Wenwen kept saying how convenient it was to buy things here, unlike where we live, we have to go so far. We bought some seafood and some vegetables from the supermarket and rushed home, taking forty minutes in total. As soon as I entered the house, I saw my son changing his shoes, and I was overjoyed!

I asked him where he was going, and he said to the bookstore. I quickly pulled out 100 yuan and gave him a piece of my mind: "Hey, don't waste money. Buy what you need, and don't buy what you don't need." My son happily took the money and left. I was worried he might come back halfway. Kids are unpredictable; he might get bored halfway and turn back. If he takes money with him, he might not come back all morning.

After putting down the groceries, my heart started racing. Then I dialed my wife's number and asked her where the little hooks and shovels we used for beachcombing were.

"Can't you find it yourself? How am I supposed to know where it is after all this time?" my wife said impatiently on the phone. "I'm parking, I don't have time to talk to you, find it yourself." The phone hung up, and my heart soared. I wanted to confirm if my wife had really gone far away and wouldn't be back for a while.

I went to the bathroom and washed up. When I came out, I saw Wenwen watching TV, so I sat down next to her.

"Not staying for two days?" I knew this was obvious.

"No, I'm not staying. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

I thought to myself, I'd rather cause you more trouble.

"My dad said he'd come to see the apartment in a few days."

"Really?" I reached out and pulled her closer. Wenwen seemed to know that my intimacy wouldn't be good, and her expression tensed for a moment.

I started kissing her face and her lips. I knew that girls this age wouldn't get into the mood quickly.

I laid her down on my lap and continued kissing her. She still seemed passive.

"You're so beautiful!" I whispered.

Unexpectedly, such a simple compliment touched the young girl's heart, and a shy smile spread across her face.

"So beautiful!" I kissed her little mouth and continued. You little rascal, the other day you almost fainted from praising me the moment you walked in the door, now I'll make you faint too.

Hearing this, she seemed even more shy. When I kissed her again, she wasn't so passive anymore, and then we started exchanging tongues. My hand brushed up her thigh; the little beauty seemed incredibly sensitive, her breathing became uneven just from brushing her thigh.

Our mouth activity became more intense; I thrust my tongue into her mouth and stirred it around, while my hand pulled her panties aside… Both of us started breathing heavily. When my fingers touched her clitoris, the girl's body began to tremble, and she instinctively tried to close her legs. I spread them apart and continued teasing her, trying to insert a finger into her vagina. Just a little in, I felt a tension—unbelievable! How did such a thick penis go in?

"Bad Uncle!" Wenwen finally escaped my passionate lips, her voice trembling. "Don't you like bad uncles?" I pressed her clitoris lightly.

The pretty girl started to struggle, her body twisting to stop me from continuing. When I touched her vulva again, it was already wet.

She finally couldn't take it anymore...

I took off her panties and pulled her skirt up to her waist.

"When did you start growing pubic hair?" I gently stroked the poor pubic hair and asked her.

"Hehe... last year." She shyly covered herself with her hands, not letting me see.

"Then how come I didn't notice?" My hands went to tease her two soft labia again.

I thought that playing around like this would make the girl more accepting.

"Hehehehe..." Her hands quickly came over to block my fingers, preventing them from going into her slit, and she squeezed her legs together, "It wasn't this dark last year." I helped her up and let her lean against my back, then I went off the sofa, came between her legs, and lifted her legs... The pretty girl's vulva was split open, her red labia like two flower petals, and her pink flesh was adorned with dewdrops. So incredibly adorable… “Shall I kiss you?”

“…” She blushed and nodded hesitantly.

I wanted her to know how beautiful her little pussy was, and how much I loved it. “So beautiful!” I looked up at her, our eyes met, and then I passionately leaned in, spreading my hot tongue to smooth those trembling petals… Wenwen suddenly screamed, but she didn’t do that in the rainforest. The astringent feeling on my tongue, when the tip touched her vulva, she started to tremble again, but she didn’t scream. It seemed she also felt that her scream just now was too much, and she began to suppress it, but I could still hear her opening her little mouth and softly “Ah, ah, ah.” It was like a sigh or a moan.

I continued kissing her, and she continued to moan, urging me to enter. As she started pushing my head away with her hands, my tongue moved up from her vulva, licking her labia majora. Then, the few pubic hairs clung to her white, sexy clitoris. I lifted my head and leaned in to kiss her lips:

"Do you like bad uncles?" I said, pulling out my penis and teasing her.

"Do you like it?" I moved her body slightly away. When she felt the gentle touch, she nodded nervously, indicating that she liked it.

That incredible thing happened again. I looked down at my penis as it buried itself in her pink, tender flesh… She bit her lip, watching nervously as I pushed my penis all the way in. But then, she curiously reached out and tugged at my pubic hair: "Do I grow this much hair too?" This made me feel a little inferior. My dark penis and her white, tender vulva were already mismatched, and with so much pubic hair, it felt even more like a desecration!

I quickly diverted her attention: "It varies from person to person, no, there aren't many girls like that." I guided her hand to our groin, and she felt my penis moving, a mysterious expression appearing on her face.

Then, wanting to test her, I thrust hard.

Sure enough, she couldn't take it: "Ah—no."

Not wanting to hurt her, I began to thrust evenly. Soon she started panting, and I secretly increased the force and frequency of my thrusts. For the first time, I saw her squint her eyes, enjoying the pleasure the thrusts brought her… Ah! Little beauty! It feels so good!

"Do you like it?" I asked her, and she nodded, lost in ecstasy. I gave her another hard thrust, and she cried out, her trembling little hands trying to push me away. At this moment, I couldn't control myself anymore and increased the frequency… Suddenly, she became uneasy, her legs began to straighten, and her exclamations turned into real moans. Was she having an orgasm? No way? A nineteen-year-old girl can have an orgasm? But then her body really stiffened, and my usually strong penis, stimulated like that, couldn't hold back anymore.

You little rascal! You didn't let me fuck you enough!

I pushed as far as I could, and instantly, a powerful orgasm began… It took Wenwen a long time to recover from the tension. I grabbed a napkin from the coffee table and wiped her down, then told her to take a shower, afraid my wife would smell something on her when she got back. I quickly tidied the sofa and wiped away the semen that had dripped onto the floor. After

Wenwen finished showering, I went in and quickly rinsed my lower body, really wanting to take a nap. I took Wenwen out, but I didn't want to walk a single step, especially since it was hot. Seeing that Wenwen didn't want to go either, I said, "Let's not go to the beach, it's too hot, you'll get a tan." Wenwen agreed, and we wandered around outside for about an hour. When we got back downstairs, I saw my wife's car was already parked there.

After lunch, my wife said she'd take a nap before leaving, so I went to sleep too. When I woke up, my little beauty was already gone.

A sudden wave of sadness washed over me as I gazed at Nanshan Mountain through the balcony…

My little love, when will I see you again?

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