My silly girlfriend's summer vacation trip to visit Buddha

In the second semester of my sophomore year, thanks to my handsome appearance, gentle and considerate care, and unwavering perseverance, I finally defeated numerous suitors and won my girlfriend's heart. Speaking of my girlfriend, she's quite remarkable. I remember when freshmen registered, upperclassmen would gather at the school gate, gossiping about every new girl. Those with inside information could even recite the names and family backgrounds of girls you were interested in.

At that time, there was a constant stream of shuttle buses picking up and dropping off freshmen, but what surprised everyone was that a stretch Lincoln arrived with a Shanghai license plate (沪A). What was even more eye-catching was the girl who stepped out of the car—she was stunningly beautiful, with an angelic face that made it impossible to look away. She was at least 1.68 meters tall, wearing a white dress that perfectly accentuated her full breasts, and her straight, shapely legs further enhanced her graceful figure. What's remarkable is that her figure is so perfect, and her skin is fair and smooth, without a single scar, showing that she takes excellent care of herself.

As soon as she got off the bus, the group of boys at the school gate forgot to speak, completely captivated by her beauty. Even after she entered the school gate, some still followed her, staring intently. Once they realized what was happening, some of the gossipy ones started spreading the word, saying that the new beauty was named Gao Yuanyuan, 19 years old, from Shanghai, and that her father was the chairman of a well-known large shopping mall in Shanghai. I immediately thought that with my looks and resources, I definitely had a chance to win her over (my family is also well-off; I'm an only child, and my father is a minister in the Beijing Municipal Transportation Bureau).

I initially assumed that a girl from such a privileged family like my girlfriend's would be spoiled and vain, so I wasn't very attentive when I first pursued her. However, after several encounters, I gradually realized that she wasn't the kind of girl I imagined, and in fact, she was the type I admired—not only academically excellent, but also honest, not frivolous, and gentle and generous.

Therefore, I immediately changed my attitude, leveraging all my advantages to eliminate one competitor after another. After a semester of "fierce resistance," haha, with God's help, I finally got my wish. Although we were already boyfriend and girlfriend, after a semester, I still couldn't go beyond kissing, hugging, and touching her. Honestly, that burning desire kept me up at night.

Finally, summer vacation arrived, and I approached my girlfriend, persuading her to travel with me. She didn't want to go home, so we devised a detailed travel plan: starting from Beijing, we'd go to Qinhuangdao and Qingdao to see the sea, visit West Lake in Hangzhou, burn incense at Putuoshan in Zhoushan, and finally go to Beilun in Ningbo to watch an international women's volleyball match. Along the way, I tried every possible way to break through her defenses, but to no avail. After three days of enjoying West Lake in Hangzhou, my girlfriend and I excitedly arrived at Putuoshan in Shenjiamen, Zhoushan.

The luxury bus ride from Hangzhou to Shenjiamen takes about four hours, including a one-hour ferry crossing. After my girlfriend and I boarded the ship with the other passengers, we found the lounge crowded and very hot, so we paid extra to go into the deluxe lounge. The deluxe lounge wasn't large, but the air conditioning was strong. It had a few sofas and coffee tables. When we went in, there were only three or four people there, all men. One of them, a dark-skinned, chubby middle-aged man, stared intently at my girlfriend with his puffy eyes as soon as we entered.

Because it was a trip and the weather was hot, my girlfriend wasn't dressed as conservatively as she was in school. She wore a green cotton t-shirt and a denim mini-skirt, revealing her long, white legs. I glanced at the chubby man, thinking, "Sir, save your breath. If you're getting aroused, figure out how to put it out yourself." Having been on the bus for almost three hours, my girlfriend and I sat for a while, drank some water, and then dozed off, leaning against each other. My girlfriend's body emitted a faint, sweet fragrance that made me feel all tingly. I had only managed a short nap before I was wide awake again, but seeing her sleeping so soundly, I didn't dare move.

I looked up and saw that, at some point, the fat man had sat down to my girlfriend's right, admiring her beautiful legs. Seeing him like that, my heart started racing, and I didn't know why I felt inexplicably excited. I decided to continue pretending to be asleep, squinting to see what the fat man was up to.

After staring at my girlfriend's fair legs for a while, the fat man seemed a little excited; he swallowed hard, and I noticed a bulge in his pants. The fat man took a sip of water, and seeing that the others were all asleep, he leaned forward to carefully examine my girlfriend and me. Confirming we were both asleep, he shifted his gaze to my girlfriend's ample breasts. I heard his breathing become increasingly rapid. He then extended a fat, hairy hand and gently placed it on my girlfriend's breast. After a moment, seeing no reaction from her, he began to gently stroke it clockwise. My girlfriend was probably exhausted from the past few days of sightseeing, and the long car ride had kept her fast asleep; she seemed oblivious to the hand violating her. Seeing how bold the fat man was, I was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

I thought, "Oh well, he can't do anything on the boat anyway." Actually, I've seen similar scenes in adult films, but I never imagined it would happen to my girlfriend. It felt incredibly exciting. The fat man, while caressing my girlfriend's full, firm breasts, stared at her pure and beautiful face, seemingly enjoying it. His boldness grew, and he reached out his left hand, stroking her fair thigh.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but curse inwardly: "You fat bastard, you're actually getting the treatment I'm giving you, damn it!" At this moment, my girlfriend seemed to sense something, muttering something, but remained asleep. The fat man, startled, immediately stopped moving his hand. After a while, seeing that neither my girlfriend nor I reacted, he removed his right hand, lifted my girlfriend's skirt with his left, and slipped his right hand inside her thigh. I was stunned, thinking, "So this is what it means to be utterly audacious."

The fat man seemed experienced, very knowledgeable about women. Although he looked rough, his hands were very gentle. I fully expected my girlfriend to scream, but after the fat man had his hand deep inside her thigh for a while, she didn't seem to react at all. The fat, dark-skinned man held his breath, his eyes fixed on my girlfriend. His hand hovered over her private parts for a moment before he started moving.

My girlfriend was quite sensitive, and although she didn't wake up, she let out a soft moan. The fat man smiled, licked his lips, and continued to vigorously stroke my girlfriend's labia with his right hand. Judging from the motions, he was probably playing with my girlfriend's vagina through her underwear. After stroking her like this for a few minutes, he took his hand out. I noticed that his short, thick fingers were wet; it seemed my girlfriend had produced a lot of vaginal fluid. The fat man put

his fingers in his mouth for a while, shook his head, and muttered, "Damn, such a hot chick, how wonderful it would be to have sex with her all night." After sucking on the fluid on his fingers, the fat man put his hand under my girlfriend's skirt, but this time he was very careful, glancing at my girlfriend while looking down at what was under her skirt. After a while, he put his left hand in as well, and then I heard him mutter to himself, "Damn, finally got it in."

I didn't understand what he meant and was wondering what he meant when I saw his arm sitting there motionless, but it seemed like his fingers were moving. My girlfriend's brows furrowed, she let out a soft "ooh," and her face flushed. I immediately realized that this fat bastard had definitely put his fingers inside my girlfriend's vagina! The fat bastard only played around for a short while before my girlfriend's body started to tremble slightly; she probably still thought she was having a wet dream. At this moment, there was a lot of noise outside; perhaps we were almost at the dock. The fat bastard looked at the clock, cursed something, and reluctantly took his hand out. His hand was shiny; my girlfriend must have had a lot of vaginal discharge.

I thought, thank goodness, nothing serious happened. I shook my girlfriend to wake her up. She opened her eyes, her face flushed, and she looked incredibly cute. "Are we there yet?" my girlfriend asked me, looking completely bewildered, probably still lost in her dream.

The speedboat ride from Shenjiamen to Putuoshan was quick. My girlfriend and I bought tickets and were about to enter when several men swarmed around us. They were asking if we needed a guide. I was both amused and exasperated to see these burly men acting as guides. These men were clearly attracted to my girlfriend's innocent yet sexy appearance, shamelessly circling us. Their large, hairy hands deliberately tugged at us; I clearly saw one rough hand slap my girlfriend's firm buttocks. She just clung to me in a flustered manner, without getting angry. When I wasn't looking, they even rubbed her thigh. Finally, we escaped those lecherous guides, and my girlfriend and I began our free and easy Putuoshan trip. Putuoshan is most famous for its Purple Bamboo Forest and the South Sea Guanyin statue. My girlfriend was burning incense and praying, looking very devout. I told her to just do a little, but she smiled and said, "If you're not going to pray, wait for me. I need to pray for my family's peace and my parents' health."

My girlfriend, wearing a miniskirt, had her long, white legs exposed to the sunlight, attracting the attention of many tourists. Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure following behind her—it was that chubby, dark-skinned man. Wherever my girlfriend went, he followed, sometimes even squeezing in and out of the crowds, while my girlfriend remained oblivious, focused solely on her prayers. I thought to myself, "You're burning incense for peace, but who knows how many people are burning incense hoping to become me? Heh, I guess I'll just have to wait." We finally finished our rounds of prayers, from the Purple Bamboo Grove to the South China Sea Guanyin and then to Puji Temple. My girlfriend and I then played in the sand and water on the beach, taking pictures. We were so engrossed in our activities that my girlfriend didn't even notice the water splashing onto her t-shirt, revealing her slender, lovely curves. Looking at her innocent face, I really wanted to pounce on her like a hungry tiger. Seeing that it was already 4 PM, my girlfriend and I prepared to go back. We needed to rest well so we could go to Ningbo Beilun to watch the women's volleyball match tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, upon reaching the mountain gate, there was another temple, said to protect one's journey home safely and to be very effective. My girlfriend insisted on dragging me there to burn incense and pray to Buddha. There weren't many people there, so I told her I'd wait for her at the temple entrance while we enjoyed the scenery. The temple was a courtyard-style structure, with a central courtyard and surrounding meditation rooms. After my girlfriend went inside, she lit three incense sticks. Just as she was about to offer them, an old monk with a gray beard said, "Female benefactor, are you praying for peace?" My girlfriend nodded and said yes.

The old monk smiled and said, "Praying for peace isn't that simple." My girlfriend was puzzled and asked, "Then how do I do it?" The old monk said, "Burning incense is only one part. Ideally, you should drink holy water and then chant scriptures. Then Buddha will surely bless you with peace." My girlfriend said, "Really? But I don't know how. Can you teach me how?" The old monk nodded, pointed to the incense burner, and said to my girlfriend, "Please offer incense." Because I was at the temple entrance, I couldn't hear very clearly what the old monk and my girlfriend were saying, but seeing that old monk, for some reason, I felt uneasy.

The old monk had a gray beard, triangular eyes, wore an old robe, was not tall, and had a face full of wrinkles; he looked to be about sixty or seventy years old, and gave off a cunning impression. After burning incense, the old monk bowed to my girlfriend and said, "Benefactor, please follow this old monk." My girlfriend asked him, "How long will the chanting take? My boyfriend is waiting for me at the door.

" "Oh, it'll take about half an hour. No problem, I'll go tell him." As she spoke, my girlfriend and the old monk approached me. "You're this woman's boyfriend, right? She's going to chant for protection; it'll take about half an hour. You wait here for her. Remember, you mustn't interrupt the chanting, otherwise it won't have any effect. So, please don't barge in, okay?" I looked at my girlfriend and said, "No need for chanting, just burn the incense." Seeing her pleading expression, I sighed, "Okay, hurry up." My girlfriend immediately smiled, came over and kissed me, saying, "You're so sweet, waiting for me here." I nodded, watching my girlfriend and the old monk go inside. I thought to myself, judging by that old monk's pretentious act, he's definitely not a good person. He doesn't want me to see, but I'll see anyway.

So, I quietly followed behind them. The old monk led my girlfriend to a meditation room in a side courtyard. Then he went to another room and brought out a bowl of water for her, closing the door behind him.
I quickly went out and managed to get around to the back of the meditation room. There was a window there, and I saw my girlfriend had just finished drinking the water. She frowned and said, "Why is this holy water a little bitter?" The old monk said, "Hehe, you don't know, this holy water contains rainwater, dew, herbs, etc. If it weren't for your eagerness for peace, ordinary people wouldn't be able to drink it. Alright

, please take off your shoes and get on the meditation bed." Actually, the so-called meditation bed was just a bed with a felt mat, a pillow, and a quilt. It seemed to be where the old monk usually rested while chanting scriptures. My girlfriend took off her shoes and got on the bed, and the old monk followed suit. "Please do as I do." The old monk sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed facing the wall, and my girlfriend followed suit, sitting down facing the wall as well. As a result, her denim miniskirt slipped up to her thighs, looking incredibly tempting.

The old monk immediately stood up, squatted behind my girlfriend, and took her hands, saying, "Hands together, eyes closed, yes. Relax your whole body, shoulders, back, and waist." As he spoke, his withered hands kneaded my girlfriend's shoulders and back, finally placing his hands on her waist. My girlfriend was usually most afraid of me kneading her waist, and now that the old monk was kneading her, she bit her lip, trying hard not to make a sound. After kneading for a

while, seeing that my girlfriend didn't resist, the old monk leaned closer, pressing his body against my girlfriend's back, and whispered in her ear, "That's right, relax your whole body, have no distracting thoughts, have Buddha in your heart, be selfless and the world is vast. Silently repeat what I said in your heart." His voice was already soft, and speaking in my girlfriend's ear, it was as if he was deliberately blowing on her ear. With his movements on my girlfriend's waist, her desire seemed unbearable. Her face flushed, and her breathing became rapid.

The old monk sensed the change in my girlfriend's body. His hands, which had been on her waist, expertly massaged her sensitive acupoints. Slowly, I saw my girlfriend's body soften and she lean against the old monk.
I was puzzled as to how my girlfriend had been so easily aroused by the old monk; usually, she was very firm in preventing me from going any further. Just as I was wondering, the old monk moved his hands up from my girlfriend's waist, directly touching and kneading her full breasts. My girlfriend closed her eyes and whimpered, seemingly saying no.

This made my blood boil, and my penis suddenly sprang to life. After touching her for a while, the old monk said, "This imported stuff is really good. It's worth it to use it on such a beautiful girl." Now I realized that the old monk had drugged my girlfriend. "Damn, this girl is a real gem. To be able to enjoy something like this in my old age is truly a blessing." The old monk seemed quite pleased with himself, and his hands tightened their grip. His girlfriend cried out, "Ah!" "Haha, can't take it anymore, little one?" The old monk then pulled off his girlfriend's t-shirt, revealing her white, satin-like skin and her black lace bra.

In the meditation room, an old monk held a young and beautiful girl wearing only a bra in his arms—the scene was truly unimaginable. The old monk held his girlfriend's smooth, soft, and beautiful body, chuckling to himself. His left hand pushed up the bra, looked at his girlfriend's round, full, and delicate breasts, swallowed, and began to knead them without restraint. His right hand then moved to his girlfriend's smooth thighs, pulled aside her lace panties, and began to play with her fresh and youthful, alluring vulva.

After playing like this for a while, the old monk laid his now powerless girlfriend down on the bed. He removed her bra, denim miniskirt, and black lace panties, admiring her perfect naked body for a moment. He then caressed her entire body with his withered hands, muttering, "Smooth, so smooth, this chick is fucking amazing."

After saying this, the old monk got off the bed, went into the inner room, and took out a portable video camera, apparently intending to film his girlfriend. Her face was flushed, her eyes were closed, and she was moaning softly. Seeing my usually quiet and poised girlfriend like this was unbelievable. I thought, maybe this old monk was just playing around; he's too old for that. I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

The old monk had already removed his robes and white underwear; his thin body seemed to be nothing but bones. He climbed onto the bed, carefully filming his girlfriend from head to toe with a video camera. He then spread her legs, specifically filming her vulva, and filmed her posing in several lewd positions. After filming, he glanced at the wall clock and said to his still-dazed girlfriend, "Little beauty, can't wait, can you? This monk is about to give you a good time.

Haha!" I then noticed that his penis was already erect, seemingly larger and darker than mine. The old monk spread his girlfriend's long, slender legs, revealing her pink, cherry-like vulva, and his old mouth mercilessly approached, slurping and sucking at the clear love juice flowing from her. His girlfriend couldn't help but moan again, the sound arousing me to pull out my own penis and start stroking it incessantly. "Little sister, you're quite sensitive, aren't you?" the old monk said, vigorously kneading his girlfriend's soft, firm breasts with both hands, occasionally pinching her cute, pink nipples, while kissing her cherry-like mouth, sucking out her soft, delicate tongue and sucking it back and forth. The girlfriend seemed like a different person; her long, slender legs clamped around the old monk's thin legs, her snow-white buttocks wriggling back and forth, her hands stroking his wrinkled back.

"What? Really can't wait? Want my big pussy?" The old monk looked at his girlfriend's perfectly sculpted face, one hand sliding down her flat, smooth abdomen, touching her clitoris, expertly stroking it. This time, the girlfriend couldn't take it anymore; her mouth opened, but no sound came out, as if she were frozen.

The old monk licked his girlfriend's flushed face, chuckled lewdly, and climbed off her. He knelt before her snow-white thighs, lifted her buttocks with his hands, pulled a sweaty pillow underneath, and propped her long, shapely legs up with his shoulders. He rubbed his thick, dark penis against her pink vulva, soon coating it with her juices. Then, he parted her tight, beautiful opening, placing the head of his penis against her untouched vagina. Her fresh, pink vulva tightly enveloped the head of his penis. The old

monk embraced her soft waist and slowly thrust his hips forward, entering her fresh vagina. Her juices flowed freely. Just as the old monk's huge penis was halfway in, I was about to stop him when he suddenly stopped. "Why can't it go in? Is this chick still a virgin? Hehe, I'm lucky! Damn it, I'll fuck you to death, you little slut!" I saw the old monk was about to get serious, and I thought I absolutely couldn't let this old lecher get his hands on my girlfriend.

I was about to shout when I suddenly heard a slight click from the right side of the meditation room. I turned my head and saw a big head flash by in the right-hand window. It seemed like someone was watching this super-exciting pornographic scene unfold, and I felt like I'd seen that person somewhere before; they looked very familiar. As I was pondering this, I heard my girlfriend let out a soft "Oh!" I looked down and saw that the old monk's huge penis was completely inside her fresh virgin vagina. A trickle of virgin blood flowed out with each thrust, mingling with her vaginal fluids. The old monk, seemingly under the influence of an aphrodisiac, became even more vigorous upon seeing the blood, making smacking sounds. My girlfriend moaned and groaned as he fucked her; the scene was incredibly lewd.

My blood rushed to my head. I thought, "Damn it, one moment of carelessness and it's too late to regret it." Despite my thoughts, I couldn't resist the stimulation. After all, it was the first time I'd seen someone having sex in front of me, and the woman was my beloved girlfriend. My hand moved faster and faster, and when I saw her trembling breasts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated.

Looking around the room, I saw that the old monk, being older, was sweating after only a few minutes. My girlfriend also had fine beads of sweat on her body from the excitement, making her look even more sexy. The old monk, probably tired, finally couldn't resist climbing on top of his girlfriend and continuing to thrust. His scrotum slammed against her wet vulva with each stroke, his shrunken chest pressing against her full breasts, his eyes fixed on her face, which was exceptionally alluring due to her dazed state.

After a while, the old monk groaned, then his large penis thrust violently a few more times, his body trembling. I knew that the old man had definitely finished ejaculating, shooting his semen into my dear girlfriend's uterus. The old monk lay on top of his girlfriend for a while, then got up, dressed, opened her bag, took out her ID card and student ID, then took out her phone, took it to the inner room, and after a while put it back in her bag.

Then he fetched some water from the inner room and splashed it on his girlfriend's face, patting her flushed cheeks as she said, "Get up, little beauty. Still want me to do you?" His girlfriend seemed still dazed, covering her head with her hands, her eyes open, not knowing what was happening. She asked, "What's wrong? Was I asleep?" Seeing the old monk leering at her, she realized she was naked. She cried out, "Oh!" covering her full, white breasts with one hand and pointing at the old monk with the other, saying, "You, you, what have you done to me?" Seeing his girlfriend on the verge of tears, the old monk calmly took out a video camera, turned it on, and handed it to her, saying, "Take a look for yourself."

She watched for a while, then covered her face and cried. The old monk touched her breast and said, "Don't cry, what's the use of crying? You enjoyed yourself just now, didn't you? Gao Yuanyuan, didn't you?" Upon hearing this, the girlfriend looked at the old monk in surprise, tears still streaming down her face. "Hehe, let me tell you, I've already written down your name, ID number, hometown, university, age, and phone number. You'd better behave, understand? Otherwise, I'll distribute your explicit photos everywhere. Think about the consequences!" His girlfriend had never experienced anything like this before, especially because of her family background; she was very concerned about her image. With a tearful voice, she said, "Please, let me go this once. You've already ruined me. Don't let my family and classmates know, okay?"

"That depends on what you do, understand? Let me tell you, you're not allowed to change your phone number, you can't hang up on me, and you have to listen to me. If you don't, you should know the consequences." His girlfriend nodded pitifully.

The old monk helped his girlfriend get dressed, then said to her, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with sex. If you think about it, it's a kind of happiness. If you understand this later, you'll have to thank me. Haha, come here, little beauty, give me a kiss."

As he spoke, the old monk put his hand inside his girlfriend's skirt and started groping her. The girlfriend didn't dare to resist, her face too shy to lift, and she could only moan softly. The old monk, seemingly aroused again by his sexy and adorable girlfriend, pushed her to the bookshelf in the meditation room, turned her back to him, pulled down her panties, and slapped her round, white buttocks. Seemingly finding his rhythm again, he quickly pulled out his battle-hardened penis and aimed it at her wet, sweet vagina. Because her vagina still had some of the old monk's semen, his large penis slid in effortlessly. Since the old monk had just taken her virginity, the girlfriend's lower body was inevitably sore after the effects of the drug wore off. She couldn't help but let out a soft "oh" as the old monk thrust in and out, her body going limp and trembling involuntarily.

"You little slut, it's a waste not to fuck you. Such good tits and a tender pussy, how can I just let my time go to waste?" the old monk said lewdly as he fucked her. The girlfriend seemed to be aroused by the old monk's thrusting, her eyes closed, moaning as if she were intoxicated. "I told you, didn't I? Nobody doesn't love this. Just look at your wanton little face. Lots of men will be fucking you later, but don't forget I'm your first man, haha!" The old monk said, but his lower body was working incredibly hard, because he knew time was running out. Each time, his huge cock slid completely into his girlfriend's tender little hole, the thumping sounds making me restless. I really wanted to join the old monk in thoroughly playing with my girlfriend. "Alright, you should get out now. If it weren't for the time being up, I would definitely do it to you one more time."

"Consider this a souvenir, it's my first time after all, hehe." The old monk patted his girlfriend's snow-white bottom and casually pulled down her panties, stuffing them into his pocket. Seeing this, I quickly ran to the temple gate and sat down, pretending nothing had happened. After a while, the old monk came out with his girlfriend. She kept her head down, not saying a word. The old monk bowed to her and said, "Amitabha, female benefactor, you have great wisdom and are destined to be with Buddha. May you come often in the future." "I cursed inwardly, 'You old bald monk, you're still not satisfied after getting what you deserve!'

I grabbed my girlfriend and pulled her away. In her haste, she unbuttoned her denim miniskirt, revealing the plump skin of her snow-white buttocks. I shook my head, still cursing myself.
Looking back, I saw the fat, dark-skinned man we met in the ship's lounge following us. My heart skipped a beat. I remembered—the other person spying on the meditation room was this fat man. So he'd been following us all day. He's probably not a good guy either. I'd better be careful on the road."

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