Love in the Sea of Desire

Many friends and acquaintances on this street say I'm infatuated with four ladies, and that my true intentions aren't
what they seem, but rather to pursue them… It's undeniable that I do intend to take advantage of these four ladies and have some fun. As usual
, I get my hair done every three or four days.
As soon as I entered, I was greeted by four pairs of eyes and four smiling faces, proving they all welcomed me.
Especially number one, whose mysterious expression subtly revealed a knowing smile.
It was number one's turn to cut my hair, while the other three were cutting other people's hair. When I have customers, I'm always
proper and don't show them anything.
As number one wrapped a scarf around my neck, I closed my eyes, pretending to take a nap, when I felt an itch on the back of my neck
, like a mosquito bite, a little painful. She was playing tricks, using the pretense of wrapping the scarf to "do something" on the back of my head
. I closed my eyes, pretending not to notice, and didn't react.
The motor started up above my head. She pressed my head down with her left hand, moving it to my forehead, her nails lightly pinching my
ear, and she chuckled softly. I grunted, "What are you laughing at? Thinking about something you and your boyfriend were
doing?"
"Get lost, you rascal!" she chuckled and scolded.
I laughed too, "I'm not your rascal, give me to your boyfriend!"
"...No."
"I don't believe you, don't lie to a child..."
She pinched my ear, secretly laughing, "You're not a child!"
"So you can't fool me..." Suddenly, I felt like she'd taken advantage of me, what a brat.
Seeing her smugly cover her mouth to laugh, I said seriously, "You like children?" She was about to nod,
but then glanced at me, and I glanced at her too. "As long as you can have children, I can guarantee one a year!" She bit her
lower lip and pinched my left cheek hard, making me wince in pain and groan softly!
Perhaps the guests at the next table heard or saw this; they were all acquaintances of mine, and they couldn't help but laugh. The other three
hairdressers laughed along, but almost simultaneously rolled their eyes at me.
She, with a slightly embarrassed yet pleased expression, gently touched the spot where my hair was being pulled while cutting it,
asking, "Does it still hurt?"
I breathed a sigh of relief: "It doesn't hurt anymore! And it feels much better!"
She pouted: "Then let's do it again!"
I quickly said, "It can only hurt once, not twice!"
While trimming my hair, she muttered, "Bad talk! I don't understand!" I also said to myself, "How do I know it's bad talk if I don't understand?" She pretended not to notice, only a charming smile
emanating from her dimples . 　　The third hairdresser seemed to be saying to me, or perhaps to her customers, "You men are so bad!" 　　The customers protested: "I'm bad too!" 　　She quickly said, "Sir...you are a gentleman..." 　　Customers number two and four almost simultaneously shouted, "Is she talking about me?" 　　Number three blushed and said hastily, "You are all good customers!" 　　I turned my head and stared at number three: "She's saying 'this old man' is bad!" Number one chuckled, and the other customers and the girls laughed along. I said, "Great! I'm bad! This bad customer won't dare bother the Xi Shi princesses anymore ." 　　Number One untied my scarf, pulled me to get my hair washed, and pinched me: "You're so bad, and your mouth is even worse! What 'Xi Shi' and 'princess'? Are you kidding us?" 　　I waved the newspaper in my hand, pointing to the movie ad for "I Love Xi Shi," and said, "Any beautiful woman can be called 'Xi Shi.' Xi Shi was a beauty from ancient times." 　　Number One washed my hair while saying, "You can talk, but I don't listen." 　　"It's hard to be a good person these days," I sighed, "Saying nice things is taken as mean things..." 　　Water almost got into my eyes, so I quickly closed my mouth. She scratched my head with just the right amount of pressure, hitting the itch perfectly, but the itch in my heart was unscratched. 　　My three friends seemed to have finished their haircuts and got up one by one. I waved my hand and said, "I'll take care of them all!" Then I said goodbye to them and left the hair salon. 　　I knew their hair salon was closed on the 10th and 25th of each month, so I prepared everything and headed to our meeting place. I immediately saw Number One already standing under the big tree waiting for me. She probably saw me and hid behind the tree. 　　I pretended not to see her, standing under the tree, constantly checking my watch, looking anxious and impatient. 　　After about five minutes, she couldn't hold back any longer, quietly walking up behind me and chuckling. I turned around, feigning delight, as if I'd found a treasure: "I've been waiting so long!" 　　"You're so naughty!" 　　"You young ladies always have to put on makeup. Are you dressed up so beautifully today, a bride or a bridesmaid ?..." 　　She laughed, both embarrassed and delighted: "I'm not coming anymore. I've waited so long for you, and you're still laughing at me." 　　She laughed and ran away. 　　She looked exhausted after running around for half a day. I hadn't intended to do anything, but seeing her fatigue, an idea struck me. I decided to play along and asked if she wanted to rest at "Biquan Villa" or go to a hotel in town for lunch and a nap. She just nodded and shook her head. I've studied women's psychology for a long time and knew she was feeling conflicted, both happy and afraid. This subtle tension was best left unchecked on our first date. 　　As I helped her rest on a stone bench, drinking her soda, I swore to the heavens that we could book two rooms at the resting place . When no one was looking, she pinched my thigh, shaking her head and saying, "No! No..." 　　"Why?" 　　"You're naughty!" 　　"Oh God... Amitabha, God, Laozi, Mazu..." 　　She laughed so hard she leaned against me, squeezing and rubbing me. I suggested we go back for lunch and then watch a movie. She nodded, saying she wasn't hungry and wanted to take the bus, saying a taxi was too wasteful. I couldn't help but feel a strange, inexplicable fondness for this girl . It wasn't because she was frugal, but rather because she lacked the vanity of a typical city girl. On the bus, the seats in front and behind were filled with beautiful women. Stealing a glance , I noticed she was secretly watching me. I casually took her hand and closed my eyes to rest.

Back in town, we grabbed a quick bite and then went to the movies. It was a sensual romance, of course.
The lights dimmed, and I'd bought seats in the very last row—a prime spot only insiders know about. High up, as long as the people in front didn't turn around
, I wasn't worried about being watched from behind.
I took her hand and placed it on her thigh. She shifted slightly, accepting it. The scenes on screen
gradually became bolder, and I could feel her breathing quicken. Her upper body pressed tightly
against my shoulder. I tentatively moved my hand from her thigh, slowly moving it upwards from under her skirt, not
quickly, but slowly like a mosquito's crawl. Her body trembled slightly. As my fingers darted to the edge of her panties
, she suddenly squeezed her thighs together and whispered, "No...someone can see!"
This was every girl's coy act, and of course I wouldn't listen. I whispered in her ear, "Even I can't see
, so others can't either..." Just then, a couple to our lower right were having sex, very intimately,
the man also moving under the woman's skirt. I gestured for her to look, and she smiled and automatically opened her thighs.
"Be gentle, don't go in..."
Needless to say, I had my reasons. I pressed down on that piece of flesh—ah! It was wet, cool and sticky to the touch! What a
slutty girl, before I even moved, she was already drooling.
I deliberately pulled my hand back and whispered in her ear, "Sweetheart, why didn't you go to the toilet? Did you pee in your pants?"
Her face turned as red as a cloth, she glared at me, and muttered, "It's all your fault..."
"Me? What a huge injustice! The movie was just too good!"
Scenes of men and women being intimate and having sex were playing on the screen. She buried her head in my chest, pretending not to want
to see. At that moment, I had already placed the Japanese "Springfield" powder, which I had hidden in my pocket, between my index and middle fingers.
My left hand tightly encircled her waist, and my right hand slipped inside her panties. She trembled a few times; my two fingers, along with
the "Springfield" powder, were already more than an inch inside.
I used my "finger techniques" to perform the "Eight Secret Methods of Exploring the Source," playing tricks on her within that small space. In just two or three minutes,
she seemed to feel cold, shivering repeatedly, her legs clamping and releasing, twisting her lower body repeatedly, and moaning softly. I made a move to withdraw
, but she clamped her legs together again, preventing me from pulling out. At the same time, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist like snakes. My
fingers touched something wondrous… first a warm current, then like a flood bursting its banks, gushing out in waves
. Then, her hips thrust upwards forcefully, automatically welcoming me, pushing my fingers even deeper. Her breathing was heavy and
labored, hot breaths hitting my ear.
Just as I was about to penetrate, I touched slightly wriggling soft flesh—probably her hymen. I was surprised she was still
untouched, a virgin! She groaned in pain and distress, and I tenderly tried to withdraw my fingers. But she tightly
clamped her trembling legs together, her inner thighs spasming, like contractions, or a child sucking on a nipple—a
licking sensation, a suction. I stopped, slowly rotating my fingers inside. Soon, a
thicker, stickier liquid flowed out, making my fingers feel like they were inside a thermos. Her teeth clenched
, trying hard to remain silent, while her hands gripped my waist tightly, panting against my chest.
Because of the "Spring Field Powder" causing a commotion inside her, the strange itching, tingling, and numbing sensation made her eyes well up with
tears. She even intentionally or unintentionally pressed her hand against my hardened glans. I held my breath, trying
to stop it from swelling and hardening. She seemed frightened, startled as if avoiding a snake, and withdrew her hand. I chuckled inwardly,
pretending to watch the movie. Sure enough, her hand came up again, still pinching it, estimating its length and
girth through my pants. I gathered my strength, keeping it semi-erect, already six inches long. She even unbuttoned my trousers, seemingly
eager to see its true form.
I sensed something was wrong; if she touched it again, it would surely "furious," terrifying her. Just
then, the movie was ending, the lights were about to come on, and some "opportunistic" friends, wanting to squeeze in when the movie ended, had already
left their seats. The couple to our lower right stood up at the same time and left.
I quickly withdrew my hand, which was still basking in the moment, wiped it with a tissue, and whispered, "Do you know
what that couple will do when they go out?"
"I don't know..." she gasped weakly.
“Let’s go rest for a bit.”
“No…I’m scared!”
“Scared of what?”
Her hand had already answered, grabbing my glans from the cuff of my underwear. The moment my glans touched her
fingers, tears of pleasure welled up. She chuckled, “You…you peed too…”
I saw the lights were about to come on, so I quickly stroked her for a while, gesturing for her to sit up. As soon as the lights came on, she hurriedly sat up straight. It
was only a little past three in the afternoon when we emerged from the crowd. I supported her, and like a drunkard, I hailed a taxi and
half-carried her into the car. I whispered to the driver to take us to a secluded hotel. She had already collapsed into my arms, trembling
uncontrollably. I half-carried her into the hotel, and the receptionist smiled and helped me into the last room.
III. First Encounter
She was flushed, panting, lying on the bed, her eyes bloodshot, staring blankly at me. That look contained terror,
longing, fantasy, and anxious anticipation. Her chest heaved, her nipples seeming about to burst forth. I
leisurely lit a cigarette and sat down beside her. She shifted restlessly, her agitation evident,
shaking her head incessantly. Finally, she seemed unable to bear it any longer, but unable to say anything to me, she just stared intently at my
thighs.
I leaned against her and gave her a long, sweet kiss. She was passionate, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck
, her tongue darting out, her burning lips intensely hot. I gently stroked her hair and forehead, slowly
kissing her forehead and the tip of her nose, lightly biting her tongue and earlobe—all provocative and sensual spots.
Meanwhile, feigning brotherly care for his sister, I pulled the blanket over her and asked if she wanted some
water or to take a nap.
I pretended to leave, and she seemed afraid I would run away. She hugged my neck tightly,
her eyes welling up with tears, and she gasped for breath, finally unable to hold back her words: "Sir...brother...you..."
"Do you really love me?"
I answered with a nod and kissed her.
"You won't leave me, will you?" She stared at me blankly.
I gripped her arms tightly, gave her a passionate kiss, and whispered, "My darling, I love you, I'll always love
you... my wife..."
She cried, and moved slightly into the bed to let me lie down. She clenched her teeth, as if enduring some pain
.
I casually prepared to light another cigarette, when she suddenly hugged me, kicked off the covers, and
wrapped her legs around mine like snakes, kissing me while loosening my tie. I knew the time had come; she was
conflicted, willing yet instinctively afraid, her sexual impulses preventing her from thinking. What she needed now
was something she had never experienced before but had often fantasized about.
Still fearing something unexpected, I played hard to get and asked her, "Do you want me to sleep with you?" She nodded repeatedly, then shyly
crept under my armpit.
As I tossed aside my tie and took off my shirt, I said, "Good wife, don't wrinkle your clothes, it won't look good. You
should take yours off too."
She hesitated, quickly unbuttoning her shirt, then stopped, staring blankly as if thinking about something.
I stripped down to my undershirt and teased her, "Want me to help you take it off?...I can turn my back and you can
take it off yourself, under the covers..." I covered her with the blanket again, turning my back to her. I heard a rustling sound as she took off her skirt
.
"Can I turn around?" “
I’m scared…”
I said, lying on my back. “What are you scared of? Get some sleep…” I closed my eyes to rest.
Less than a minute later, she stirred, pulling half the blanket over me, her voice trembling, “Don’t catch a cold
…” I could imagine, and it was true, that she was only wearing a bra and panties.
I was still wearing my trousers, and when I moved my knee, it touched her soft, smooth thigh. I almost lost control. She
trembled all over, and the bed creaked softly. I asked happily, “Little sister, are you cold? Are you sick? Is anything bothering you
? I’ll go buy some medicine.”
She shook her head, looking at me gratefully. Finally, she threw herself into my arms, trembling, and said, “Brother…brother,
you’re wearing trousers to sleep, aren’t you afraid…they’ll get wrinkled…”
I almost laughed out loud, but I said seriously, “No, these are wrinkle-resistant dress trousers…”
Her face rubbed against my chest, and she said softly, “I’ve already taken them off…you should take them off too!” "
..." I kissed her ear and stroked her back: "I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself... We can take it
off after our wedding night..."
She twisted a few times, then suddenly unbuckled my belt: "I want you to take it off now..." She had already
pulled down my trousers.
I lifted myself up and took off my trousers, and she buried her face in my ribs, just laughing. I knew I
couldn't pretend anymore. I glanced at my watch; the effects of the "Spring Field Powder" would only last for about ten minutes. Now was her most impulsive moment;
any later and it would be too late.
I deliberately pulled back the covers, and she hurriedly pressed my hand down: "You're so naughty! Don't look... Don't move!"
I glanced at her and saw that her panties were wet near her pubic hair. My manhood, unable to hold back any longer, sprang to
life.
I hugged her tightly, pressing my lower body close to hers, and said: "Okay, I won't move! " "The angry, hard thing pressed against her
lower abdomen, and she felt like she'd been bitten by a snake: 'What's pressing against me...' she cried, snuggling closer to me, almost merging our bodies
together. A surge of desire coursed through
me, and I pulled her close, grabbing her nipples with both hands. Hard yet soft, her nipples elastic
, proof of her virginity. I couldn't help but gently massage them, and she shuddered. I quickly unhooked her bra. She said
, 'You're so naughty!' Her hands, as if protecting her nipples, were already sealed with my lips, my hands
truly grasping the two real points. I worked on her breasts with pinching, squeezing, rubbing, and kneading,
kissing her until she was breathless. She wrapped one arm around my neck, the other tentatively reaching down, as if trying to grab my thigh, but
instead touched my angry thing.
'What is it?...'
'I don't know!'" I took a breath, tilted my head, and took her right breast into my mouth, grasping the other with one hand.
I sucked, bit, and sucked simultaneously. Her whole body convulsed, and she grabbed my glans with one hand, pressing her lower body against mine. Her
wetness pressed against my glans. I quickly pulled down my underwear, and we were locked in a real encounter.
"Brother...brother...brother...I'm scared..." she trembled, clinging to my chest.
"Scared of what?" My hand moved down to her lower abdomen. I teased her, "Scared of being my wife? Scared that I
won't treat you well...Don't worry, don't worry..."
"No...I'm afraid of the pain...but..."
"Pain? Only once, slowly, gently, I'll apply lubricant, it won't hurt..."
"Really?"...
"After this, not only will it not hurt, but you'll want me to tickle you every day..."
"You're so naughty!" "I don't listen... I don't understand..."
I couldn't stop myself anymore, and pulled down her panties with one hand. She pretended to struggle, but instead lifted her hips, and
her panties slid down to her knees. She reached out to pull them back, but I had already bent down and pulled them all the way down, throwing them off the bed. She gave a
shy laugh and curled up into a ball.
I launched a full-scale attack, attacking her tongue and breasts, until she automatically straightened her body, but her legs were still tightly
clamped together. I pulled her hand to my penis, and she struggled a few times before grabbing it: "It's so big... I...
I'm afraid I can't handle it..."
My right hand moved like lightning to her tightly clamped triangle area, which was already oily, so I didn't need to touch it at all.
She was so beautiful
my penis from under her buttocks towards her vulva, the head rubbing against her thigh. She held on tightly, preventing it from penetrating. I lifted myself up
, moving my head to her lower abdomen, pressing my lips to her navel, sucking and gently biting…
She trembled all over, struggling to suppress the intense itching, panting as she said, “Brother… Brother… good man.”
"...You're so good to me...Don't blow on my belly button anymore...You can go slowly...slowly...gently...lightly."
She automatically spread her legs, like an "X".
I knew she was more than willing, she just couldn't resist, and I couldn't take it anymore either. I gently climbed on top of her,
my hands on either side of her waist. I lightly touched the tip of my penis to that little fleshy mound, and after a few thrusts, it made her whole body go numb. She automatically
reached out to lead the way, placing the tip of my penis at the entrance of her little hole, her voice trembling as she looked at me pleadingly: "Go slowly..." She
covered her face with her hands...
I smeared some saliva on the tip of my penis, looking at her soft, raised little thing, her labia already
throbbing beside the cleft, and spring water like milk flowing out. I couldn't help but gently rub the tip of my penis against her labia a few times,
throbbing at the entrance of her little hole. She closed her eyes slightly, parted her labia with her hands, and secretly peeked at my penis. I took advantage of the lust...
With the lubricant, and a slight push, the head of my penis was halfway in. She let out a soft "Ouch," frowning and touching her forehead.
This was the first time, so I had to be extra careful. I moved her legs to the edge of the bed, letting one
leg dangle over the edge and the other tucked under her armpit. I placed a pillow under her buttocks, making her full vulva not
only prominent but also stretched to its maximum.
Her breathing was rapid, her heart pounding, showing her nervousness. Her swollen clitoris and the constant flow of vaginal fluid
indicated she was reaching her breaking point. She covered her face with her hands, her head bobbing, but through her fingers
, a pair of large eyes darted towards me, watching my every move.
I was fully prepared, positioned perfectly at the core, the angle ideal. I inserted the head of my penis around her labia.
I rubbed her vulva, then moved to her clitoris and rotated it repeatedly. Her labia were swollen and full from the pressure of my egg-sized glans, like a
child sucking on a cherry. This stimulation made her incredibly itchy inside; the powder inside was acting up, and
I was teasing her outside. My goal was to lure her deeper, to make it happen naturally. However, she was nervous and afraid, preventing me from penetrating her
completely. If I were to force my way in with a blitzkrieg, a short, sharp pain would be more satisfying, but it would leave a bad impression
, and I couldn't bear to do that to her.
I saw her legs flailing about, sometimes contracting, sometimes trying to straighten, and my glans felt the alternating tightness and looseness. I just kept
rotating it. Finally, she frequently raised her buttocks, tentatively welcoming my entry, or rather, desperately needing me to tickle
her itchy spots.
She was very wet, her vulva slippery like oil. I probed in step by step, pushing deeper. When my seven-inch-long...
When it
down to grasp my throbbing member, still more than two-thirds of it outside, but she just shook her head.
I slightly lifted my lower abdomen, held back, leaned down, placed my palms on her nipples, rubbed them, then gently
pinched the base of her nipples, tickling her all the way to her heart. With a "Ah!", her whole body trembled, her hand covering her face
grabbed my right arm, a surge of heat gushed from below, and her buttocks sank onto the bed. I used my hands and mouth to kiss her chin and
the base of her ears, rubbing her nipples tightly, and lightly scratching her armpits.
She went crazy, suddenly arching her upper body, grabbing my head, leaning back, her lower body thrusting repeatedly
, panting, "Brother... Brother... just keep going... in... put it in..." Just as
I was waiting for this moment, I pulled back, as if to withdraw my glans, but stopped at the edge, my hands holding her
... My palms pressed tightly against her lower back, my fingers like plucking strings, teasing her sensitive nerves with perfect precision. She thought I was about to
pull out, and at the most urgent moment, disregarding her own safety, she arched her lower body like a bow, her heels against
the edge of the bed, her waist slightly bent, her vulva protruding as much as possible.
Just as she clenched her teeth, her buttocks thrusting upwards, I took a breath, and my penis plunged in.
She opened her mouth to scream, but my lips sealed it. Tears streamed down her face, whether from pain or...
Was she sad? She kept pushing and grabbing me with both hands, her legs flailing wildly, her whole body pinned down by me.
When she calmed down from her initial frenzied excitement, I felt my belly pressed tightly against hers, my pubic hair pressed against
hers, wet and slippery. A heat surged within her, my glans felt numb, as if immersed in water. We were
now one, perfectly joined, completely intertwined. The wisps of heat from her secret place flowed into my urethra,
the tip of my penis surrounded by a fleshy ring. I didn't want to move, only feeling a comfortable relaxation throughout my body. My tongue
roamed over her cheek, licking away her tears. Her face slowly flushed, she hugged me tightly, her eyebrows rubbing against my chin
, a breathtaking sight.
"Brother…it hurts…you're so good." She spread her legs as wide as she could, trying to twist.
I knew the pain of her hymen breaking was gradually subsiding, and she was slowly approaching the blissful state of a young woman. I pretended to lift
my lower body, supporting myself on the bed, as if to thrust. She held onto my neck tightly, softly saying, "Can we just stay still like this?"
I complied, pushing inward inch by inch. Because I used yin energy, focusing it on the edges of my glans,
it rubbed against the delicate flesh of her inner vaginal walls like a knife, causing her body to tremble rapidly. With a "Ah!"
she thrust her hips repeatedly, pulling my neck close and pressing me tightly against her. With a "whoosh," my glans hit
her clitoris, and she bit my shoulder, whether crying or laughing, I couldn't tell.
I knew I had completely conquered her, so I switched from defense to offense: "Sister, I'm so swollen!" She tilted her head back: "
Brother, as long as you're comfortable, just keep moving..."
Heaven knows, she desperately wanted me to move her vigorously; she needed it just the right moment, and that's precisely
where a woman's coquettish charm lies. Having held back for so long, it was indeed throbbing and painfully hard, so I launched my all-out attack, thrusting in and out relentlessly. She too began to enter
this blissful state of enjoyment, instinctively arching her lower body to meet me.
Seeing her flushed face, her alluring eyes, overflowing with desire, I felt a momentary daze, my ejaculation
released, a tingling sensation running from my spine to my penis, releasing millions of sperm. She cried out, her legs tightened, her vaginal opening contracted
, and a surge of heat gushed from the depths of her paradise.
When my penis withdrew from her warm vagina, she was limp as a board, covering her face with her hands, weeping silently
. Semen, vaginal fluid, and blood slowly flowed from her vaginal opening.
I knew she was grieving the loss of her virginity, or perhaps afraid that I would abandon her after I was done with her. Heaven
What a passionate young girl...

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