Huang Rong's Orchid Brushing Cave

Peach Blossom Island, nestled overseas from the Central Plains, is no more than five miles in circumference.

Lacking towering mountains, where would its stream come from? It turns out that Peach Blossom Island is uniquely situated in the center of an underwater spring. Numerous springs converge on the island, forming a winding stream that flows into the sea. The water is clear and sweet, and the island's food, washing, and irrigation all come from this stream.

The master and disciple arrived at the stream one after the other. It was late spring in Jiangnan, and the stream was filled with blooming peach blossoms, fragrant herbs, fluttering butterflies, and warbling birds—a scene more beautiful than a fairyland. Huang Rong, intending to let her disciple feast his eyes on her beautiful and sensual naked body, gracefully and slowly removed her white veil in front of Xiao Wu, then unhooked her bra.

Thus, Huang Rong was truly naked. Xiao Wu looked up, his eyes wide with greed, staring intently. Huang Rong, seeing this, was extremely pleased. She knew Xiao Wu was attracted to her body, but she coquettishly reminded him, "You can only look, no touching!" Before Xiao Wu, Huang Rong possessed snow-white skin, a slender yet full figure, perfectly proportioned, with flawless curves. Even if Chang'e descended to earth or Yang Guifei were alive, she wouldn't be as beautiful. Thinking of his master, Guo Jing, possessing her, he felt a mixture of envy and jealousy. Huang Rong, naked, gracefully walked into the stream. With each step, her full breasts, adorned with rosy nipples, swayed up and down. Her slender waist swayed gently, her buttocks bobbed, her fleshy breasts undeniably sexy, making Xiao Wu's penis throb. Huang Rong walked to a smooth rock protruding from the water near the bank and sat down. She beckoned to Xiao Wu, urging him to come closer. "Xiao Wu, you're free, why don't you help your master's wife wash her panties and bra?" Huang Rong's voice was both sweet and seductive, and Xiao Wu was practically mesmerized. Huang Rong sat on a rock facing Xiao Wu, her feet tucked into the stream, the water reaching her knees. This allowed Xiao Wu to see her entire body from the thighs up. Huang Rong bent down, scooped up some water, took a sip, and began to wash herself.

She first carefully washed her neck, then scooped up water to wash her chest, back, and lower abdomen. She spent a particularly long time washing her chest, kneading and rubbing it as if it were dough, as if she wanted to knead it until it was completely flattened. When she held her breasts in her hands and gazed at them, her face was flushed, and her eyes were filled with self-pity and self-love. Xiao Wu wondered to himself, "What is my master's wife thinking?

Her breasts are so firm, white, plump, and big, with nipples as red as cherries. If I could touch them a few times and put them in my mouth, I would gladly die for it..." He thought about it, but dared not act on it. Little did he know that Huang Rong was indulging in her own fantasies: "If Xiao Wu could hold these treasures in his hands and let him rub and play with them, how exciting would that be?

Brother Guo Jing, you are so clueless about romance, don't blame me..." Huang Rong washed her lower abdomen, then her legs. Because they had been soaking in water, her legs were quickly clean. Then Huang Rong lifted her left leg, gently placed it on a stone, and spread it to the side, deliberately letting Xiao Wu see her private parts. She first washed her pubic hair, then slowly rubbed her labia majora, then parted them to reveal the vulva, and then gently pinched and carefully rubbed the labia minora with her index finger and thumb. Huang Rong seemed to be enjoying it. After washing her tender vulva, Huang Rong lifted her right leg and lowered her left, repeating the same action. Washing her vulva didn't actually require detailed movements; she intentionally provoked Xiao Wu, wanting him to be mesmerized and thus giving herself pleasure.

This scene of a beautiful woman washing her fragrant vulva truly stunned Xiao Wu, who thought, "So this is how open my master's wife is!"

But what surprised him even more was what followed. Huang Rong stood up and turned around. She first placed one hand on a stone, then bent over, sticking out her buttocks and spreading her legs wide. This revealed her adorable anus, alluring peach-like vulva, lush pubic hair, and even her plump breasts hanging in front of her chest—another breathtakingly beautiful sight. Huang Rong reached behind her with one hand to her buttocks, scooping water and gently rubbing her plump buttocks and anus. Seeing his master's wife's bold and seductive actions, Xiao Wu was instantly consumed by lust, like an ant jumping into a hot pan. How could he, in his prime, resist? He immediately ejaculated profusely, countless offspring gushing from his little penis, leaving his trousers a mess. Huang Rong knew she had already aroused enough and shouldn't continue, so she immediately immersed herself in the water, comfortably enjoying the coolness of the stream and cleaning her messy hair.

"Master's wife... Master's wife..." "Hmm, what's wrong?" "Disciple wanted to soak in the water... my little brother couldn't take it, and I ejaculated..."

Seeing his master's wife naked and open with him, Xiao Wu felt he shouldn't hide it from her, so he told the truth. Hearing his honesty, Huang Rong felt even more proud of her sexy charm and giggled, "Then jump in!" Xiao Wu didn't dare to take off his clothes and be presumptuous in front of his master's wife, so he jumped into the stream with his clothes on. Huang Rong was originally a sensitive and gentle woman. Practicing martial arts was a family lesson, but she actually loved reciting poetry, reading beautiful literature, and longed for the boudoir romance of "Zhang Chang painting eyebrows." Unfortunately, Guo Jing was oblivious to romance. Having run away from home and wandered the martial world in her youth, she had witnessed too many rough, naked men and found them unattractive. So, she didn't mind Xiao Wu jumping into the water fully clothed. Looking up, she saw birds flying and fish leaping, a picturesque flower-filled forest, and Xiao Wu beside her. In high spirits, she said, "Xiao Wu, let your master sing you a song..."

Before she could finish, Huang Rong gently parted her lips and softly began to sing: "Willows of Jiangnan, their leaves small, not yet providing shade. At fourteen or fifteen, I idly embraced my pipa, searching. If only we had met then, I would have paid attention; how much more so now... If only we had met then, I

would have paid attention; how much more so now." Her voice was smooth and melodious, its lingering notes delighting Xiao Wu's ears. The lyrics were written by the writer Ouyang Xiu. More than twenty years ago, Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, deeply loved his female disciple Mei Chaofeng and often wrote this poem in his study. Little Huang Rong secretly saw it, liked it very much, and after she became familiar with it, she sang it offhand. After bathing, Huang Rong walked ashore, with Xiao Wu following behind, his eyes taking the opportunity to admire Huang Rong's large buttocks. After bathing, Huang Rong was like a lotus emerging from the water, delicate and beautiful, standing gracefully, only to be admired from afar, not to be touched.

Xiao Wu spread the thin gauze that Huang Rong was wearing on the soft grass and said, "Master's wife, your clothes are not dry yet, please sit down and rest." Huang Rong was naked, her breasts were freed from restraint, and there were no ribbons binding her crotch, which made her feel very comfortable. Moreover, her body was still wet with water droplets, and her hair was still damp. Since she wanted to show her body to Xiao Wu, she smiled without saying a word and sat down by herself. Her sitting posture was the same as before, with her jade-like legs bent and together in a V-shape, her rounded buttocks and slender waist forming an arc that conformed to the beautiful requirements of an S-curve. Her buttocks were clearly defined, and her private peach-like breasts were half-hidden, making her even more sexy. Her high and firm breasts, like pointed bamboo shoots, appeared even more smooth and lustrous after being washed by the stream, and even the nipples, which were as red as cherries, were charmingly alluring, making Xiao Wu's mind wander.

Huang Rong beckoned Xiao Wu to sit beside her and said in a sweet voice, "Is your wife beautiful?" Women always love to ask this kind of question, never tiring of it, which is really strange. Looking at his master's wife's mature and alluring body, Xiao Wu became increasingly enamored, exclaiming sincerely, "Master's wife is so beautiful! Truly a natural beauty, I never tire of looking at her, a feast for the eyes!" Huang Rong felt a sweet warmth in her heart upon hearing this. Seeing him staring blankly at her high, firm breasts, she laughed, her breasts jiggling. She said coquettishly, "How can I let you eat me? You can only look, not touch!" "Come, help your master's wife comb her hair." Huang Rong took the small hair comb from her hair and handed it to Xiao Wu, saying, "Comb it gently, don't use too much force!" "Master's wife's hair is black and shiny, like a waterfall of silver flowing from the heavens!" Huang Rong was delighted to hear Xiao Wu use Tang Dynasty poetry to praise her again, and couldn't help but laugh again. She noticed that Xiao Wu combed her hair gently and considerately, sometimes lightly brushing her neck with the comb. This neck was a sensitive spot for Huang Rong; she didn't realize it when she scratched it herself, but when someone else gently touched it, it felt itchy and very comfortable, even stimulating her lower body. Huang Rong blushed again. "Master's wife has black hair and fair skin; the white against the black makes her hair appear even more like clouds; the black against the white makes her skin appear even more like snow." Huang Rong was delighted to hear this: "I didn't expect this silly boy to be so eloquent." Many women are romantic and sentimental, and love to hear such things. Huang Rong's heart stirred, and she wanted to tease Xiao Wu again, unaware that this thought was also arousing her own sexual desire.

Huang Rong stretched out her legs, raised her mons pubis, and wriggled her buttocks, giving Xiao Wu a seductive look and saying in a sweet voice, "You need to comb this part for me too." Just those words were enough to make the sensitive little cunt lurking beneath her pubic hair stir again. Xiao Wu sat beside Huang Rong, looking down to see his master's wife's full, slightly protruding mons pubis so close to his eyes. He thought, "My master's wife doesn't have much pubic hair, why does she want me to comb it?" But this was a task he couldn't ask for; he'd do it even if it meant death. "Comb gently, don't use too much force!" Huang Rong's pubic hair was concentrated and evenly distributed, forming an inverted triangle, about two and a half fingers wide and the length of his index finger. The hair was soft and elastic, jet black and glossy, slightly curled, with clearly visible pores at the roots. There was no other hair growing on her vulva or buttocks. Overall, the scene was harmonious, full of springtime charm, and intoxicating.

Wu gently combed his master's wife's mons pubis with a hair comb, making Huang Rong feel incredibly itchy, her mons pubis itchy, her tender vulva itchy… “Master's wife, does it feel good?” “Mmm…it feels good. Keep going like this, don't use force, imagine you're gently brushing dust off tofu with your hand, don't exert any force…”

Wu couldn't help but chuckle to himself as his master's wife instructed him, as if she were teaching him martial arts techniques. Seeing Huang Rong's flushed cheeks and seductive eyes, looking very much enjoying herself, and then looking closely at the lush triangle tightly squeezed between Huang Rong's thighs, which seemed to be oozing peach blossom water, he knew that his master's wife was so comfortable that she was about to become aroused. “Master's wife, the grass is soft, you lie down, your disciple will serve you.” Before Wu could speak, Huang Rong had already been almost completely limp from Wu's combing and automatically lay down on her back. Wu was overjoyed to see his master's wife lying naked beside him, wondering if it was a dream. He asked, "Master's wife, am I dreaming? How could something so wonderful happen?" Huang Rong giggled, "Just pretend it's a dream. I don't want to wake up so soon..." Xiao Wu was overjoyed and said, "Master's wife, lie down and don't wake up. Keep dreaming with your eyes closed. I'll comb your hair carefully."

The small comb in Xiao Wu's hand was made of boxwood, a type of wood unique to Jiangnan. The wood was warm, soft, and smooth, a favorite among Jiangnan women because it wouldn't harm their delicate skin. Xiao Wu gently pressed the comb against Huang Rong's mons pubis and gently combed it. Huang Rong vaguely felt that Xiao Wu's hand had transformed into countless tiny fingers scratching at her mons pubis. Oh, not scratching, but caressing, more like teasing... As Huang Rong felt this strange sensation, a tender little sprout gradually emerged from the fertile soil of her little vulva, anticipating the caress of the spring breeze. Whenever Xiao Wu deliberately touched the pubic hair with the comb, Huang Rong's whole body would tremble slightly, and her tender vulva would release sweet saliva—it never failed her. So Xiao Wu gradually moved the comb away from her mons pubis and crawled towards her inner thighs, and Huang Rong didn't stop him.

Xiao Wu thought, "My mistress likes me combing her like this, likes me combing and combing until her tender vulva is wet with lust, until her whole body is weak and powerless." He continued to comb gently and tenderly. Huang Rong lay on the grass, longing for Xiao Wu to move the comb to her lustful vulva and scratch it, but her vulva had no hair—how could she explain? She was too shy to say anything, so Huang Rong let Xiao Wu do as he pleased. Xiao Wu found that his master's wife was very cooperative. When he combed her inner thighs, she would slightly open her legs; when he combed her vulva, she would wriggle her large buttocks, brazenly letting her vaginal fluid flow out for him to see; when he combed her groin, Huang Rong would deliberately open her legs and raise her plump buttocks, allowing him to thoroughly comb her anus. These were the most sensitive spots on Huang Rong's body, and naturally, Huang Rong was "treated" by a small comb, causing her to tremble all over, moaning softly, and her vaginal fluid flowing out countless times. [The End]

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