Sexual intercourse between me and a young woman in Lijiang during the National Day holiday

During the National Day holiday, I had sex with a young woman in Lijiang (0-3 complete).

Source: Yu Kui Guan sis

(0) Preface:
The young woman is a young woman, she knows how to play. While shifting and changing her buttocks, she also coordinated with the back and forth twisting of her buttocks, which felt even more comfortable than when she masturbated. She squeezed, turned and twisted, this stimulation was irresistible to any man. I finally couldn't hold back, my penis got hot, as if the gate was opened, and streams of hot semen followed the shifting and changing of the young woman's beautiful buttocks, sweeping into the young woman's beautiful vagina.

"Well, I can't just come for nothing. Even if I can't be an immortal, being a mountain fairy and having some fun is still enjoyable." I looked around. There weren't many tourists. The canyon was full of large rocks. Around a small bend ahead was a large rock, about [meters high], behind which was a hiding place.

This is the fifth post I've written about taking a woman I met online on a sex trip to Yunnan during the National Day holiday. The trip lasted more than ten days, and we visited many scenic spots. Almost at each spot, we had sex because of the scenery. Some people don't believe it, thinking it's just a made-up story. Believe it or not, I enjoy the story and write it down to express my inner joy. Those who want to read it, whether they empathize or just want to pass the time, are welcome to read it.

Some might ask, taking a real woman on a trip must cost a lot of money, right? For ordinary people, that's undoubtedly true. So, is it worth spending so much money? That depends on how you look at the question.

"Sister, this is called 'an old man plowing the field with an ox.'"
First, consider the incongruity of spending. Some people smoke expensive cigarettes, drink fine wines, wear designer clothes, and flaunt their wealth when entertaining guests, easily spending thousands. I don't see much difference between expensive and ordinary cigarettes, expensive and ordinary wines, or food at a fancy hotel and home cooking, yet the prices are worlds apart. Others enjoy playing mahjong, dominoes, or poker, easily losing thousands or tens of thousands in a single game. What do they gain or enjoy? Some are addicted to drugs, trapped in a vicious cycle, selling their houses and land to invest in drugs, ruining their entire fortune. Is it worth it? Second

, consider the cost-effectiveness. In China, taking a woman on a long holiday trip costs 10,000 yuan, which is already considered extravagant and high-class. 5,000 yuan is generally quite good. Whether it's ten days or twenty days, as long as you have the means... This woman will let you fuck her as many times as you want, fifty times, a hundred times, two hundred times, depending on your stamina and ability. If you can only do it twice a week at most, then unless you're rich and have the inclination, why bother with all this fuss? In everyday life, you might find a prostitute or a lover. A low-end prostitute costs two hundred yuan per time. How many times can you do it for five thousand yuan? Can a prostitute compare to a respectable woman? Some people go to high-end hotels and upscale places, looking for so-called high-class prostitutes, easily spending thousands. Even if you're in great shape, you can only do it three times at most. Do you think it's worth it? As for finding a lover, not only is it time-consuming and tiring, but the total cost won't be any less, it won't be cheaper. Besides, when you take a woman out, she doesn't expect money; it's like you're treating her. Afterwards, you don't have to pay for anything else. I don't need to elaborate on these points; you understand.
Where can you find someone you can take out with you? Women who travel have their own ways of doing things. Personally, I think it's okay to date fellow travelers who enjoy traveling, or female colleagues, but you can't be too casual with them; I think that's pointless. Some people go to tourist destinations to find travel companions, which is also possible, but you have to be constantly wary of them being scammers or members of scam groups—that's also pointless. The best approach is to cultivate relationships with lonely, single women in local chat rooms, QQ, or QQ friend groups. These women don't have much money, can't afford to travel, are lonely, and want to seek excitement. Finding such a woman is the best. Are there
many such women? To exaggerate slightly, they're everywhere. We're not lacking in sexy women around us; what's lacking is the eye to see them. I say this based on two considerations: First, women's sexual needs and desires are equal to men's. Since men are constantly thinking about finding women, women are doing the same, only women are more reserved. Once she gets involved with you, she'll be even more unrestrained than a man. Secondly, in this world, especially in China, there are far more prostitutes than male prostitutes. Think about it, a man who wants a change of pace can easily find a prostitute to satisfy his urges, but what about women? It's not easy for them to find male prostitutes. So who do they look for? Men, of course. But most of the time, they're waiting for men to find them; they like

to wait passively. You must be aware of this. What preparations should you make when taking a woman on a trip? I won't go into detail about the necessary money and items. What I want to emphasize is that you must bring birth control pills; unprotected sex is the only way to truly enjoy it. Also, you absolutely must find out her menstrual cycle. If you've paid to take her on a trip and she's menstruating, wouldn't that be disadvantageous? How do you solve this? If you anticipate that she might menstruate during the trip, give her medication to delay her period so you can fully enjoy yourself.

The above is for reference and discussion only. I will continue my account of my travel sex with a young woman from the previous post.

(I)

After returning from Dacangshan Mountain in Lijiang Ancient Town, we took a nap and then strolled around Dali Street. The streets were filled with tourist souvenirs, gifts, and so-called local products. We couldn't take any of these things with us; we tasted the food, saw the toys, and that was about it. I was particularly fond of the hulusi (a type of gourd flute) sold in the shop. I still don't know much about sheet music, so I bought a hulusi and sheet music for over 200 yuan. I immediately played "Phoenix Tail Bamboo Under the Moonlight" and "Deep Affection" for the young woman. She listened with rapt attention and was incredibly impressed with me.

For dinner, we tried some local specialties from a small shop on the street. They weren't particularly delicious, but they had a local flavor. Of all the places I've been, I dare say Yunnan's food is the least flavorful, bland and tasteless, but definitely the healthiest way to eat. For example, many of their vegetables are only... It's boiled in water and then served. While it lacks flavor, the nutrients aren't lost, preserving the original taste. It's not too salty or oily, so it won't cause high cholesterol or atherosclerosis. No wonder the girls of Yunnan's ethnic minorities have such delicate skin; besides the favorable climate, their diet must also play a significant role.
After dinner, we washed up early, cuddled the young woman's naked body, and went to sleep early.

The next morning, we got up at six, ate breakfast, and boarded the long-distance bus from Dali to Lijiang at seven-thirty. Amidst the myriad rays of the setting sun, we left Dali. The conductor said the journey would take more than three hours, and although it would be tiring, the scenery along the way would be breathtaking if one wasn't interested. I thought it wouldn't be too tiring; with a beautiful young woman beside me, I could touch her, cuddle with her, and whisper sweet nothings—it should be a relaxing and enjoyable trip.

The bus left Dali, first traveling along the Cangshan Mountains... As we drove along the mountain road, the dark green mountains, shrouded in morning mist, appeared even more majestic and mysterious. The young woman and I, without prior arrangement, looked towards Cangshan Mountain, exchanging knowing smiles. There, we had once been immortals, stealing forbidden food. Erhai Lake, bathed in the glow of the rising sun, was like a mirror, reflecting dazzling golden light. As we reluctantly cast our last glances at Cangshan Mountain and the beautiful Erhai Lake, the car rounded a bend, turning the page on our unforgettable Dali trip.

Whether the car hadn't left the Cangshan mountain range or had entered another, we didn't know. The scenery outside the window gradually became desolate. Then, we passed a bridge, its name unknown. The bridge, tall and imposing, was supported by several pillars spanning a deep ravine. It was said to be similar to the destroyed bridge in the Yugoslavian film "The Bridge," and whether for tourism purposes or not, it did seem quite similar to me.

Further on, the car passed a military training ground, presumably a tank training base, but I didn't see any of the older equipment. I did see a Type 9 tank lying there, the red soil on the hillside looked as if it had been deeply plowed by the tanks. Further on, there seemed to be caves and barracks. In this desolate wilderness, the soldiers must be suffering. I couldn't help but feel moved; the poor children of the Republic are risking their lives to protect the rich... The extravagance and debauchery of the people—what a harmonious society, what a great republic! Justice is written grandly on paper, but the descendants of the poor bleed in their hearts. People, each a natural individual, you, me, him, Zhang San, Li Si, heaven and earth—all are subject to the whims of fate. They are born into a world of chaos and uncertainty, yet their lives are filled with suffering and hardship.
The desolate landscape evoked a sense of loneliness. The young woman nestled against my chest, my hand encircling her fleshy waist, caressing her soft, large breasts. The car gradually climbed the winding mountain road, perhaps already at the summit. The car traveled up the mountain, clouds enveloping our feet. The road led up the barren, bare mountain; to the right lay a deep valley, where we could occasionally see small villages, each with only a few scattered households, dilapidated stone houses, and crumbling courtyards. At the bottom of the valley, on the slope, stood a few scattered walnut trees and small patches of barren land. How can you call this a moderately prosperous society when so many ordinary people in China still live in such dire straits? Why don't those who have become wealthy help these people living in the mountains? The car, carrying my indignant mood, drove to a mountaintop. On a small flat area at the summit
, some crudely made porcelain was laid out. I guessed it wasn't for sale as collectibles, but rather everyday utensils used for holding water or making pickles. This was the most pristine porcelain I had ever seen; true masterpieces of our ancestors' lives.
The car wound its way through the bends... Then, turning again, it seemed as if someone was straining their neck, pulling me towards the young woman. I touched her beautiful legs, stroking her bulging vulva through her pants, not thinking anything of it, just finding it pleasurable. Traveling with a beautiful woman is great! If a strange woman were sitting next to you, unless it was a rare romantic encounter, how could you so casually touch her breasts or genitals?

The car rushed from the mountaintop to the valley floor, then climbed another mountaintop; the scenery had become more vibrant. To the left were still mountains, but on the mountaintop... There are already trees; a mountain without trees and a forest without water can hardly be called beautiful. In the valley to the right, a large area of land has been established, extending from the valley floor to the mountainside, forming terraced fields. The water in the fields glistens like clear mirrors, reflecting the morning sunlight. In the fields, two or three elderly women are working in the fields—a beautiful picture of rural farming. Looking at the women's contented expressions, I felt a deep admiration; their lives were simple and carefree, their hearts open and honest.
The car lurched, and I touched the young woman's genitals; she spread her legs slightly and moved forward. She rubbed her buttocks, probably wanting me to feel more comfortable. I wasn't thinking too deeply about it, just wanting to slowly savor the sensation, this tickling and tingling. The young woman certainly didn't want my hand inside her panties to penetrate her. Sometimes, after eating too much rich food, seeing or smelling something might feel better.

Suddenly, red soil areas appeared on both sides of the road, with lush trees growing on the crimson earth, and blood-red water flowing in the valley—the real Red River Valley, vibrant and romantic. With water and trees, everything has vitality. After a half-hour layover, we got back on the bus .

The young woman quietly told me, "You made a mess of things on the bus, it was all wet and smoky."

I said, "You're so sensitive." I asked her if she was feeling really uncomfortable, and she said she eats like that every day, it shouldn't be that bad.

The bus started driving on flat roads, and the mountain scenery disappeared. At 11:30, we arrived in Lijiang.
We got off at the bus station in Lijiang New Town. The new town, like other cities, didn't have any special features. Besides restaurants and hotels, there were shops and malls, with no signs of industry. People said the old town was very special, so we walked towards it. After walking for a short while, we saw a large waterwheel, which must be the gateway to Lijiang Old Town. Inside, there was an inscription by Jiang Zemin. Although I wouldn't presume to praise his calligraphy, he was, after all, a former leader.
After crossing the small bridge over the waterwheel, we entered Lijiang Old Town. Everywhere we looked were antique buildings, and open doorways were filled with all sorts of small commodities. I didn't have time to look closely at what they were or their prices. The streets were narrow. The streets were narrow, paved with large stones, and clear streams flowed on both sides, where women washed vegetables and lotus roots. We walked in and asked about several guesthouses, all family-run. We chose one that was relatively clean and reasonably priced, and settled in. The rooms here were really expensive, but oh well, we were already here, and this was our only chance.

After settling in, we thought we'd eat at this guesthouse first, but when we asked about the prices, they were outrageously expensive—a plate of peanuts cost twenty yuan! This place was ridiculously expensive! These were shops run by such poor people. So, we left the hotel, not planning to see the street sights first, but wanting to fill our stomachs, take a nap, and then stroll around leisurely in the afternoon. Inside the shops on the street, there were all sorts of snacks. We ate a couple of skewers of meat from one stall, a roasted sweet potato from another, or a couple of small meat pies, taking bites here and there as we walked, eating and browsing casually. Before we knew it, we were full, having sampled quite a few things without spending much money. Back at the hotel, we quickly washed up and started our afternoon nap.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, we got up... On the street, a young woman wearing a skirt walked lightly, carrying only a bag.
Here, please allow me to briefly introduce Lijiang, so you can have a simple understanding.
Lijiang City is located in northwestern Yunnan Province, at the junction of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau and the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. It borders Diqing Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture to the north, Dali Bai Autonomous Prefecture to the south, Nujiang Lisu Autonomous Prefecture to the west, and Liangshan Yi Autonomous Prefecture and Panzhihua City of Sichuan Province to the east. It covers a total area of 20,600 square kilometers. It administers Gucheng District, Yulong Naxi Autonomous County, Yongsheng County, and Huaping County. Lijiang is a county, specifically Ninglang Yi Autonomous County. Lijiang has been a multi-ethnic area since ancient times, home to twelve indigenous ethnic groups, primarily the Naxi, Yi, and Lisu.

Lijiang boasts numerous titles, including: World Cultural Heritage Site, World Natural Heritage Site, World Scenic Cultural Heritage Site, a National Historical and Cultural City, and a National Civilized Scenic Tourist Area.

In terms of climate, October, when we visited, the temperature was in the twenties (Celsius), which was quite pleasant.

Its tourism resources are characterized by "two mountains, one city, one lake, one river, and one culture." "One culture, one style" are the key elements.

One city, namely Lijiang Ancient City, was founded in the late Song and early Yuan dynasties, boasting a history of over 800 years. The ancient city covers approximately 3.8 square kilometers and was listed as a national-level historical and cultural city in 1966 and a World Cultural Heritage site in 1997.

One lake, namely Lugu Lake, has been designated a provincial-level nature reserve and tourist resort in Yunnan Province.
The Guanyin Gorge Scenic Area, located in Qihe Township, 17 kilometers southeast of Lijiang City, covers more than 10 square kilometers and is a scenic area integrating mountains, rivers, and lakes. This is a comprehensive scenic area integrating natural landscapes such as lakes, canyons, waterfalls, and forests with cultural landscapes such as Naxi villages, the Ancient Tea Horse Road, folk customs, religious temples, and historical sites. The scenic area consists of two main attractions: Huanglongtan and Guanyin Gorge, connected by a 385-meter-long tunnel and operated by the Jiamei Passenger Train.
One river is the Jinsha River. The scenery along the Jinsha River is unique, with the most representative attractions being the First Bend of the Yangtze River, Tiger Leaping Gorge, and Baoshan Stone City.

One culture is the Naxi Dongba culture, which includes… The Dongba pictographic script, Naxi ancient music, Dongba scriptures, Dongba paintings, architectural art, and religious culture are rich and profound.

Therefore, as long as you are determined, you don't need to worry about not finding a woman. Regarding this, I have published articles in the information exchange area such as "My Seven Principles of Sexual Intercourse and Eight Principles of Not Sexually Intercourse with Women," "What Women Pay for Sexual Intercourse With and How to Sexually Intercourse with Women," and "My Experience of Sexually Intercourse with Sixteen Part-Time Women." You can browse them; they might be helpful.
One aspect is the Mosuo culture, which lives on the shores of Lugu Lake. The Mosuo people still maintain their matrilineal walking marriage custom, where men do not marry and women do not wed.
The ancient city where we stayed is predominantly inhabited by the Naxi ethnic group. Most of the residents are elderly Naxi people, while the younger generation, embracing a more modern lifestyle, mostly live in the newer areas.

Walking the streets, I was impressed by the orderly and well-planned architecture of the ancient city, crowded yet orderly. All the houses were ornately decorated and meticulously constructed. Shops lined the streets, offering a dazzling array of goods, from small pendants costing a few yuan to antiques worth hundreds of thousands of yuan—a complete range. The sights were dazzling.

We continued our sightseeing until we reached the center of the ancient city, a place called Sifang Street, which was actually a small square. A large group of elderly women, over seventy years old, were dancing in a large circle. In the center of the circle, on the ground, was an old, worn-out tape recorder playing an unknown tune. The women wore cloth hats and white sashes tied in a cross shape around their necks, their expressions serene and joyful. The young woman and I were infected by their enthusiasm and joined in, jumping and dancing along, completely absorbed in their happiness.

Tired of jumping around, we withdrew from the group and continued our leisurely stroll through the streets. We'd walked about halfway through the ancient city, and everything seemed pretty much the same, like a single module copied and endlessly pasted together. Unable to discern directions, we figured the northeast corner of the ancient city was where a tall pavilion offered a panoramic view—a perfect spot for any adventure.

We headed towards that pavilion. The streets were still filled with tourist souvenirs. An old woman was selling books and paintings from the Cultural Revolution era, which I found quite interesting.

We stopped at her stall. A 64mo copy of Mao Zedong's Selected Works caught my eye. I flipped through the pages, and some of the quotes were quite inspiring, such as, "The Americans, in Tianjin, in Beiping, scattered flour everywhere, let's see who's willing to bend down and pick it up… Sanction them, sanction them for ten or eight years, and all of China's problems will be solved." After

some haggling with the old woman, I bought it for fifty yuan. The old lady then took out a yellowed portrait of Lin Biao, a print from that era. I still greatly admired this defeated villain; after all, he was a formidable figure. After some more haggling with the old lady, I bought it for thirty yuan.

Perhaps you think I'm rambling too much about travel, but we are indeed on a trip. Leaving aside all this talk, even just about sex, I personally think it's okay to do it.

After buying the old lady's calligraphy and paintings, we continued on our way. Not long after, we started walking uphill. Not far, we passed a house with a courtyard. In the center of the yard were two tables, and the hostess warmly invited us to stop and have tea, five yuan a pot. That was fine; we were tired and a bit hot, so we ordered a pot of green tea. After drinking the tea, our fatigue subsided, and our minds were much more alert.
It was a secluded spot. Behind the pavilion was a grove of trees. The circular chair backs, about half a meter high, blocked the view outside. Sometimes, tourists would come down to the foot of the hill, see a couple in the pavilion, and say it wasn't interesting, wisely leaving.

Leaving the courtyard, we continued walking until we reached a small hill, the pavilion atop which we climbed. From this vantage point, we had a panoramic view of the entire ancient city. There were wooden chairs around the pavilion, and we sat down. We first admired the whole cityscape: the ancient city with its green-tiled roofs, the eaves interlocking, and the bustling crowds below.

We took a bus to a cable car station, bought tickets, and waited in a long queue. After a difficult journey, we entered the ticket hall. Inside, there were photos of Chairman Wan Li and Premier Zhu Rongji visiting Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, showing the clouds atop the mountain when they arrived. They all dispersed, finally able to catch a glimpse of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain's magnificent appearance—truly, "When distinguished guests arrive, the snow mountain smiles." Looking towards the summit, we too could see the white, snow-capped peak. Heh, were we also distinguished guests? A thin wisp of white cloud drifted by, sometimes opening, sometimes closing, occasionally revealing the snow-capped mountain's summit. I wondered if immortals or demons lived there. It was said that every day, eight or nine members of the mountaineering team perished on the snow-capped mountain. To this day, Jade Dragon Snow Peak remains a virgin peak, untouched by anyone.
The young woman and I walked behind the large rock. Fortunately, this rock was on the hillside, a certain distance from the road, safe enough. Dense forests surrounded the rock on both sides and behind, so there were no worries about our safety.

I embraced the young woman; she tilted her chin up and closed her eyes, perhaps also waiting for this moment. I lowered my head, my lips pressed against hers, my tongue slipping into her cherry blossoms. My lips met hers, and the young woman's tongue returned the kiss. Smooth tongues, warm mouths, intertwined passionately. She glanced around furtively, afraid someone might approach, her heart filled with worry and fear, as if we were stealing from someone else's garden.

Kissing, kissing, one of my hands slipped under her blouse, down her back, caressing her smooth, fleshy back, and loosening her bra. My hand slid forward, grasping her breasts. Probably from the morning's car encounter, her breasts were soft yet firm, her nipples erect like green grapes. I traced circles on her areolas with my fingertips, then repeatedly scratched her entire breast, making her groan with ticklish pleasure.

She widened her legs; I knew she was eager. My hand moved down her breasts, under her skirt, inside... My fingers slowly moved downwards, caressing the soft mound and pubic hair. The mound, pressed, throbbed upwards, the pubic hair glistening with dew. My fingers, like a comb, scratched and combed the sticky grass, my middle finger slipping into the wet, secluded crevice, pressing the small cherry-like opening. The young woman couldn't help but moan softly. My fingers followed the crevice downwards, caressing her labia, gently ploughing her slit. The further I plowed, the smoother it became, moving down to the small, moist opening. My middle and index fingers slid into the cavern, where a pool of water had already formed.

Her hand unzipped my pants, reached inside, pulled down my waistband, and her chubby little hand grasped my already erect penis, stroking it and occasionally scratching my testicles. Soon, I was leaking fluid.

I whispered in her ear, "Sister, let's begin, this place is ready."

"Hmm, I'll cover myself up, no one will notice." The young woman's idea suited me perfectly; women are so perceptive.

She pulled out the zipper of my pants, stood up, lifted her skirt, spread her legs, and pulled her underwear to the side, revealing her plump, wet vulva. She stuck her buttocks towards me, and I, holding my penis, aimed it at her entrance. She lowered her buttocks, and with a soft "plop," my penis slid into her vagina. She sat down further, leaning back against me, and pulled her skirt down to cover her legs. I wrapped my arms around her, grabbing her breasts, and in that position, she was fucking me. People in the distance would definitely think we were having sex, a man and woman embracing. There was a certain risk involved, but lust knows no bounds; fortune favors the bold. We were looking for that kind of thrill. No one knew us, and we didn't need to show off to anyone.

"Sis, this time, it's all up to you. I'm not controlling anymore. I'll just cum whenever I want. Let's stop this as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll feel better after a little more. You were really good with me, I'm almost done."

The young woman sat on my big cock, her little pussy gripping my cock tightly. I guess it was important, her pussy gripped it really tightly and with great force, the feeling of pleasure I got was indescribable. After her little pussy

gripped my cock for a while, the young woman started to move her buttocks up and down, fucking me. Her buttocks moved up and down quite a lot. When she rose, she pulled the glans to the entrance of her vagina, and when she sat down, she sat on the base of my cock. With each rise and fall, I could feel the tender flesh of her vaginal opening turning out when she rose and concave when she sat down. When she rose, her juices were pulled out by my big cock, flowing down my big shaft and onto my... Her pubic hair was all wet. Women take the initiative, they're more adept than men at this, especially experienced young women. When she stood up, her vaginal opening lingered at the glans for a few seconds, squeezing it hard with her vagina, making it tingle and itch; when she sat down, her vaginal opening lingered at the base of my penis for a few seconds, squeezing it hard with her vagina, making it tingle and throb. This feeling was unbearable; my penis swelled and hardened continuously with her movements and the two-stage squeezing, becoming increasingly erect.

As she thrust into me, my hands cupped her breasts below, lifting and lowering them, coordinating with her movements.

This continued for seven or eight minutes, and I felt a tingling, throbbing sensation at the base of my penis.

"Sister, I'm coming!" I warned her.

"I feel you're about to cum, so I'll give you a push," the young woman said, sitting down. Her vaginal opening gripped the base of my penis, her soft, plump buttocks began to shift and change position. With her shifting and changing position, my penis circled and rubbed against the entire vaginal wall, the warm, tender flesh feeling incredibly sweet.

The young woman felt I had ejaculated, and she stopped shifting and changing position, leaning softly against me, her face flushed, breathing heavily. She must have also orgasmed; at least this process was enough for her to enjoy.

Quietly, my penis remained inside her vagina for three or four minutes after ejaculating, gradually softening.

I took out a large sheet of toilet paper and wrapped it around my penis. "Sister, lift your buttocks, I'll cover it for you, so it doesn't get on your skirt."

The young woman slowly lifted her buttocks, and my penis withdrew from her vagina. She took the paper from my hand, covered her vaginal opening, stood up, spread her legs, and trembled again, letting the semen flow out of her vagina, leaving a large puddle of semen on the toilet paper. I gave her another large piece of toilet paper, and I wiped my vagina again. Then, the young woman took out a sanitary napkin from her bag and stuck it inside her underwear, thus finishing cleaning.

The itching was relieved, the heat was gone, and we were satisfied. We left the pavilion together and walked down the hill. Passing by the teahouse, there were some tourists drinking tea, but they didn't notice us.

We returned to the street. It was still early, just past five o'clock. Although we had done it, it wasn't very strenuous, so it was a bit of a letdown. This time we strolled around slowly, buying various snacks as we went, not too much of anything, just enough to taste. The young woman took a fancy to a scarf, as well as small trinkets like a cow horn comb, and I bought them for her without hesitation.
We'd shopped enough, eaten our fill, and bought everything we wanted. We bought a small bottle of water and went back to the hotel to rest, planning to watch Naxi ancient music that evening. Back

in the room, after taking off my clothes, I went into the bathroom. Under the shower, I personally washed the young woman's vagina, inserting my finger into her vagina to remove the remaining semen. I then proceeded to wash her vagina, removing the remaining semen. After the streetlights came on, we went out onto the street and arrived at the hall where the Naxi Guyue music was being played. This performance was only for tourists; although not very traditional, it was still quite good. I was impressed by the composition of the band, ranging from eighty-year-old elders to teenagers. The little girl was only a few years old. I couldn't recognize all the sheet music they held, but I did recognize a few pieces. The ancient sheet music used by the band included the Sugudu, the curved-neck pipa, as well as bamboo flutes, clownisha, zhonghu, xiaojiaohu, sanxian, wooden fish, and many others, many of which I had never seen before. The pieces they played were all ancient Naxi music; you could call them harsh and discordant, or you could call them heavenly music. Good or bad; understandable or not, the point is that coming to Lijiang and hearing the Naxi ancient music was a trip in itself. Even if you didn't understand, everyone was listening intently, pretending to be refined.
The most interesting part was when the performance was about to end, you could go on stage, change into their costumes, ask any musician for a sheet music, and sit in the band pretending to be a teacher, pretending to be a student. Of course, the young woman and I rushed up, changed costumes, played, took photos, and had a great time. I was having a good time.

I thrust in and out a hundred times, wanting to finish as soon as possible. Maybe it was the low temperature, or maybe it was because I was a little nervous about the tourists in the distance. The more I wanted to ejaculate, the less I felt like it. So I thrust faster and harder. Strangely, even after so many thrusts and so hard, I didn't feel like ejaculating. Was it because of what I did with the young woman in bed yesterday?

After the performance, I strolled around the night view for a bit and then went back to the hotel to rest.

I woke up in the middle of the night. The young woman was sleeping with her back to me, her plump buttocks pressed against my genitals. I heard my genitals rubbing against her buttocks, and my penis got hard. I didn't care about foreplay or lubrication anymore. I moved my buttocks up and down, and my penis kept slipping around in the young woman's vagina. Eventually, it would go in.
Slipping around, the young woman woke up. "What are you doing, little brother? Taking advantage of me while I'm asleep?"
"Haha, looking at you sleeping, I think you're having a wet dream and want to make it a reality." I figured, since we're on vacation, you're mine, I can fuck you however I want.

I kept sliding my penis against her vulva, and finally, my big cock reached the entrance. I pushed it in hard, and at the peak, the young woman cried out, "Little brother, it's dry down there, it hurts!"

I didn't care, and my glans rubbed against the vaginal opening little by little, slowly entering the vagina. As soon as it went in, I pushed it in with more force.
The young woman cried out again, "Ah, be gentle, little brother, you're too rough."

Little did the young woman know that this was exactly the feeling I wanted. Inserting into the dry vagina, my cock was gripped so tightly, the feeling was truly extraordinary.

I started to gently thrust in and out, and soon the young woman's vagina became wet, and the vaginal opening was also wet. I started to slowly thrust my hips in and out. The young woman was enjoying the penetration, and she spread her legs, becoming silly, making it easier for me to thrust. I picked her up She raised her leg, rolled over, and I pressed myself against her, against her large breasts, and began thrusting.

The young woman was aroused by the penetration; she hugged me back, twisting her body upwards with force. Reaching our climax, we rolled around on the bed, the bed not very big, flipping over and back again, thrusting as we rolled, until we were both drenched in sweat.

After about twenty minutes of this, I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I lifted the young woman's legs, hoisted them onto my shoulders, knelt on the bed, and... After seventy or eighty thrusts, amidst the young woman's screams, I ejaculated streams of semen into her beautiful vagina.

The woman's moans and the creaking of the bed were a boon to the nearby guests; if you wanted to be happy, you had to be less restrained. We were all exhausted and didn't even shower before falling asleep.

Lijiang is a relaxing and romantic little city that makes people linger. The next day, we didn't go anywhere else, but continued to stroll and relax in the old town, a day of rest to prepare for our trip to Long Snow Mountain the next day.

(II) Jade Dragon Snow Mountain:

Let's not even talk about how our sightseeing trip was just a machine for making love. When I bring a young woman sightseeing, I'm also concerned with the ambiance; otherwise, wouldn't it be better if we just rolled around in bed at home? We're only flesh and blood; even if our bodies were made of iron, we couldn't twist a nail. On the second day in Lijiang Old Town, because we had made love twice the first day and were feeling a bit empty, we rested in the old town, sleeping and eating to our hearts' content, relaxing our bodies and nerves to prepare for the later stages of the journey. We were both young and energetic, and our stamina recovered quickly; besides, we hadn't indulged in excessive sexual activity. That night, we were both full of energy and stamina.

On the third day, in the early morning, after breakfast, we stopped at the bus stop, found a car, and headed to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, a sacred place we had long yearned to visit.

Women are often deceitful; the young woman, though resentful of my forceful advances, still moaned and groaned with enjoyment after being penetrated for a while. "Silly boy, why are you so vigorous this time? It feels so good!"
The roadside fields were covered with mature wild grasses and flowers, a vast expanse that seemed to stretch endlessly. The sky was high and the land vast, the view boundless and expansive; the scenery along the way truly broadened our horizons.
The young woman nestled tenderly against me, and the car radio played, "Yalaso, that's the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau..." The soaring song accompanied our excited hearts.

On the bus... The passengers chattered excitedly, all like us, individual travelers. Amid the noise, someone shouted, "Jade Dragon Snow Mountain! Look!"

The young woman and I simultaneously looked to the left of the bus window, and wow! We caught a glimpse of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain in the distance, and because we weren't prepared, we were truly awestruck. Everyone on the bus looked out, and immediately fell silent. That snow mountain... words like magnificent, tall, and majestic simply don't do it justice.

The enormous Jade Dragon Snow Mountain stood proudly and majestically in the distance, just standing there. Her lower body was robust and strong; her chest was covered in pure white snow; her head pierced the sky; and white clouds swirled around her neck, making it impossible to distinguish... Where are the mountains, where are the clouds, where are the mountains, where is the sky? It is the connection between heaven and earth, the ladder to paradise.

I truly don't know how to describe it—dangerous, wondrous, beautiful, elegant, majestic, exquisitely graceful, shrouded in mist and clouds, the sky as clear as water, the peaks sparkling and dazzling, the clouds cinching the waist, the snow-capped peaks pristine in the clouds, the hills verdant below. No amount of flowery language can fully capture its magnificence. A poet once wrote: "The clouds do not linger on the peaks, the ridges are as if washed clean; the jagged rocks are like swords, seemingly cleaved long and short. I lament the lack of vitality for ten thousand miles, unlike the vibrant land of the south. A cool stream leads me to the human world, suddenly I awaken, abruptly surprised—if only there were soil beside me, unintentionally, fragrant grasses grow lush and green." A powerful, awe-inspiring sight.

The main peak of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, Shanzidou, rises to 5,596 meters. Jade Dragon Snow Mountain is a sacred mountain in the hearts of the Naxi people and other ethnic groups in Lijiang. The Naxi's guardian deity, "Sanduo," is said to be the embodiment of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. When Kublai Khan, the Yuan Dynasty emperor, visited Lijiang, he bestowed upon Jade Dragon Snow Mountain

the title "Great Sage Snow Stone Northern Peak Anbang Jingdi." Jade Dragon Snow Mountain is captivating for its enchanting scenery, mysterious legends, and its still untouched virgin peak. Looking around and recalling my prepared geographical knowledge, our car arrived at the foot of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. Our first stop was the White Water River. The riverbed and terraces are composed of white marble and limestone fragments, giving it a grayish-white appearance. The clear spring flowing over the large rocks also appears white, hence the name "White Water River." The water of the White Water River originates from the meltwater of glaciers and snowfields at an altitude of four to five thousand meters. It is crystal clear, icy cold, and largely unpolluted, making it a natural chilled beverage.

The most striking feature of Baishui River, in my opinion, is its layered travertine terraces, resembling the colorful pools of Huanglong Scenic Area in Sichuan, except the water here isn't multicolored. Naxi people were leading yaks, and you could ride them into the pools. The young woman and I each bravely ventured in and rode around, taking photos as souvenirs. This activity was a bit risky, but not dangerous; I did see a tourist get knocked over by an aggressive yak into the water.

Baishui River wasn't exactly a suitable place for us to make love; we had originally planned to go up the mountain for some fun, that would be much more exciting. The young woman and I heard there were two routes up the mountain. The southern route reached an altitude of over 4,000 meters, where you could ski—forget it, in such a cold place, my penis would freeze off, let alone make love. There was also a northern route, supposedly at an altitude of over 3,000 meters, through a primeval forest—a much more challenging choice. We took the northern route.

We boarded the eight-seat cable car and began our descent towards Spruce Meadow. The spacious cable car glided slowly up the hillside, with dense forest below. The air was crisp and clear, and the view was breathtaking. After ten minutes, we disembarked and walked along the wooden path paved through the forest
. Here, at an altitude of 3,240 meters, some tourists bought oxygen bottles for ten yuan each.

"Little brother, shall we buy oxygen too?" the young woman asked me.
The car drove for a while through the red soil area of Jiazhen, then began to descend, gradually coming down the mountain to a market where people could get out to use the restroom. The market wasn't large, but it had a wide variety of goods: wild mushrooms, wild honey, wild mountain vegetables… everything imaginable. There were also various snacks and barbecues, including grilled grasshoppers, which I had never eaten before. They looked very tempting, grilled to a golden brown. I bought four skewers, but after just two bites, the sour and astringent taste made me extremely nauseous; I vomited up my insides. The young woman, however, didn't seem to have any adverse reaction; she said it was delicious. She handed me a bottle of mineral water, and after rinsing my mouth for a while, I drank some more water before the nausea subsided.

"Look how lush the trees are here, it's a natural oxygen bar, why would we need to buy oxygen?" The person buying oxygen clearly didn't know what constituted oxygen deficiency.

Not far along the path leading to the Zhuangchen boardwalk, we arrived at a vast meadow—this was Spruce Meadow. This open meadow, about half a square kilometer in size, was located on the northeast corner of the snow-capped mountain, overlooking the Fanzidou peak. The meadow was covered with low-lying grasses and wildflowers of unknown origin. Ancient trees towered around the meadow; the tall spruce trees, each about ten meters high, required at least one person to protect. Beneath their conical crowns were straight, thick trunks covered in moss. For centuries, they had stood proudly in this pristine environment. Rotten logs lay scattered throughout the forest; the largest fallen log had a diameter of three... Two meters high, and about seventy or eighty meters long. Withered branches and fallen leaves, covered in moss, it seemed undisturbed for centuries, like a natural paradise. It's said that if young lovers commit suicide at Spruce Meadow at the foot of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, their souls will enter the Third Kingdom of Jade Dragon and attain eternal happiness.

Walking along the path surrounding the meadow, I embraced a young woman, occasionally patting her bottom, and secretly kneading her breasts when no one was looking; her face flushed.

In the center of the meadow was a large wooden platform where Naxi women, young to middle-aged, held hands, forming a circle, singing and dancing. Their clear voices and graceful steps captivated the hearts of travelers. For just five yuan, one could join in, holding a Naxi girl's hand and dancing along.

"Sister, let's join them and dance around!" I suggested.

"Let's go!" the young woman replied eagerly.

We joined the dance group, unable to understand their lyrics or keep up with the rhythm, but just as joyful as they were. Surrounded by such a beautiful snowy landscape, a forest oxygen bar, humid air, and flowers everywhere, my heart felt truly at ease, forgetting all the troubles of the world. We danced a large circle, feeling incredibly refreshed, and were drenched in sweat.
The young woman and I stepped outside the circle and took a picture of each other. As we were leaving the circle, a Canadian couple with two children arrived. I asked to take a picture with them, and they readily agreed. While taking the picture, I deliberately leaned close to the Canadian woman and playfully touched her firm breasts. The Canadian man, seeing me touching her breasts, grinned and made a face at me, then pulled the young woman close in retaliation.

"Sister, let's go into the woods and find a good place to rest." Seeing that this was a good setting for our topic, I said to the young woman.
"Sister, I'm about to make you climax, my cock is tingling, it's coming, should we wait a bit?" In this tranquil, primitive setting, it would be a shame not to share an orgasm with her, I asked her.

Sex is truly a wonderful activity that both men and women enjoy.

After surveying the surrounding terrain, we decided to head north into the forest, where it looked more secluded, with taller ancient trees. I took the young woman's hand and entered the primeval forest, heading north. Entering the forest, the air immediately felt cool; the thick oxygen felt intoxicating with just one breath. We marveled at the tall trees; I thought the oldest must be at least two thousand years old. Elsewhere, ancient... The trees here are all labeled with their age, but not here, because ancient trees are everywhere, there are simply too many. Perhaps due to the absolute dominance of sunlight and nutrients by these ancient trees, or perhaps due to the high-altitude climate, there are no shrubs under them, only moss covering the ground, soft, smooth, and springy to walk on.

In the forest, the young woman and I walked across a small hill, thinking this riverside would be a nice place. But upon descending the hill, we found a natural latrine with little excrement, mostly women's sanitary napkins and toilet paper. I carefully observed it and found no condoms. This is a common toilet for tourists. The location wasn't far from the lawn, not exactly a good spot for a tryst with the young woman.

We continued deeper into the woods, walking over a hundred meters, when a thick, long dead tree lay across the ground. We climbed over it, and behind this fallen tree, you could barely see outside – a perfect, ideal spot. But looking north, a hundred meters away from this large dead tree, there was an even larger one lying across the ground. Wouldn't that be safer? This one could serve as a first line of defense. If anyone came along, unless they were there for some kind of illicit sexual encounter like us, they'd be crazy.

While flirting with the young woman, I looked towards that... We walked towards the second large tree.

That night, we lay naked on the bed watching TV, caressing each other. As we touched, the young woman helped me sit on top of her, and...fuck! She was incredibly sexually active; I really didn't want her to drain me dry.
While I fondled her buttocks, genitals, and breasts, she still pretended to be friendly, saying, "Little rascal, what's the rush? I'll let you have your fill later!" I

didn't care what she said. We walked and stopped, hugging her and nibbling at her. She said she wasn't in a hurry, but her hands and mouth responded with touches and licks.

Flirting as we walked, we came to the second large tree. I helped the young woman climb over it—it was such a thick tree!

"Sister, if there were such a thick penis inside a woman's vagina, how wonderful that would be!"
"Don't worry about me, little brother, I'll take care of it myself. My pussy is so itchy, I just love having your big cock inside me."

"Are you crazy? Who can handle something this big? Besides, what woman has a pussy this big?" The young woman laughed at my silly question.

We put down the large log and our bundle. I took out my large canvas and spread it on the soft moss.
The young woman eagerly came up and stroked my already erect cock through my pants. I pulled her head close, our tongues intertwining. I unbuckled my belt, pulled out my cock, and pressed the young woman's head down, making her squat. I rubbed my cock against her eyes, face, and lips for a while. The glans parted her labia like it was stroking her vulva. The young woman closed her eyes and opened her mouth, as if waiting for a delicious meal. My cock shoved into her mouth, the warmth instantly making me feel incredibly comfortable. Her tongue immediately came up, licking and sucking.

I began thrusting, and when I thought she was sufficiently lubricated and her mouth was comfortable, I slowly pushed my way into her throat. The young woman moved her head back and forth, her eyes wide open as she gazing at me lustfully. Watching my large penis go in and out of her cherry-like mouth, my penis grew even harder and firmer. Feeling my penis throbbing intensely, the young woman strangely grasped it with both hands, even cupping and kneading my testicles. She released my penis from her mouth, her fragrant lips circling and nibbling at the pubic hair at the base of my penis, making it even more burning and unbearable.

The young woman stood up and reached for her belt; it seemed her vagina was also itching and throbbing. I stopped her from unbuckling her belt, and she looked at me, somewhat puzzled. I helped her to the fallen tree, had her hold onto it with both hands, turned her face towards us, and stuck her buttocks towards me. Then, I unbuckled her belt and pulled her jeans and underwear down to her knees, revealing her plump, white buttocks and her fat, wet, and glistening vulva. Her vaginal fluids, seeping from her tightly clenched buttocks, made my mouth water.
I held my large penis, brought it close to her vulva, first jabbing it against her labia, then rubbing it against the vaginal opening, before eagerly thrusting it in.

"Oh, this feels so good, sister, I'm fucking your cunt to death! Your cunt is so fat, so thin, so beautiful, so incredibly comfortable!" I exclaimed.

"Mmm, it feels so good, your big cock is making my pussy feel so good!" The young woman was enjoying it too.
Once inside, I was like a starving man, thrusting and fucking her hard, and the young woman, equally hungry, wiggled her big white ass, our movements perfectly synchronized.

Walking on the cobblestone streets, we admired the architecture of the ancient city. Naxi houses are mostly made of earth and wood, and the most common styles include: three courtyards and a screen wall, four courtyards and five patios, front and back courtyards, one courtyard and two patios... Courtyards and similar structures. Structurally, the main house is generally higher, facing south and adjacent to a wall. It primarily serves as a dwelling for the elderly; the side rooms are slightly lower and are for the younger generation; the courtyard is used for daily living, often paved with bricks and stones, and frequently beautified with flowers and plants. If there are houses facing the street, residents use them as shops. In
the vast, primitive, and silent forest, a pair of primitive people make love freely, returning to a primal state, their minds and bodies relaxed, without any inhibitions.

"Slap slap slap slap slap!" I continued thrusting, combining nine shallow thrusts with one deep one, shouting, "Sister, you're my dear sister, fucking my dear sister's little cunt is so beautiful! My dear sister's little cunt is so satisfying, is it good for little brother to fuck you?" I was fucking so hard and enjoying it, talking nonsense.

"Ah, umm, it feels so good! So satisfying! My cunt is so itch-relieving! So thirst-quenching! Oh, good, good, little brother's fucking of sister is so good!" The young woman also returned to her natural state.

"Slap!", "Slap slap!", "Plop!", "Plop plop!", "Squeak! Plop!", my big cock pressed down on her big buttocks, making them collapse, the glans reaching deep into her vagina, touching her hard cervix.

My two fingers were tightly wrapped by her tender flesh, she must have felt satisfied and relieved, I sometimes moved my two fingers around, sometimes moved them back and forth, as if trying to pull out a treasure from a big hole. With each of my thrusts, her body...
"Ouch! Ouch, my god! You've fucked my clitoris so hard, fucked my clitoris so hard! It hurts, it hurts from being fucked by you!" The young woman's clitoris was being fucked so hard, she cried out in pain and pleasure.

"Ouch, sister, does it hurt? Is it good? Do you want me to fuck your cunt again?" I know that women enjoy being fucked, even though it hurts. Saying this, I thrust twice more with a "sizzle!"
"Mmm, oh my god, it hurts! Do it less, just a couple more times!" She was resisting, wanting to eat but afraid of getting burned.

I thrust twice more, the head of my penis hitting the hard part, feeling like it was going to penetrate her cervix. These two thrusts were not light.

"Oh my god! Ouch! You're fucking me to death, fucking me to death! Stop thrusting, I give up, I can't take it anymore! Ouch, it hurts!" The young woman really couldn't take it anymore. After the pain, there would definitely be an orgasm.

I started to thrust gently, making her straighten up. I reached out from behind and grabbed her breasts, stroking them gently to soothe her cunt that had just been fucked.

"Sister, touch your clitoris and press my penis against your labia."

The young woman obeyed, her delicate hands beginning to touch her clitoris and labia, occasionally pressing my penis downwards into her vulva.

"Sister, was it pleasurable or not when I fucked your clitoris just now?" I asked her when I saw she was no longer in pain.

"You little slut, you fucked my clitoris so well it was both pleasurable and painful, that kind of feeling that's both pleasurable and desirable." What the young woman said must have been her true feeling. Women are like that; they're afraid of pain, yet they want to be fucked hard and enjoy it.

Actually, when women have sex, they like to start by gently stimulating her, fucking her, and then thrusting into her intensely when she's close to orgasm. The young woman's masturbation, combined with my gentle thrusting, caused her vaginal fluids to gush out, wetting her entire buttocks and my genitals.

"Go ahead and fuck me, I can climax anytime. I was really climaxing when you fucked me just now."

The young woman said this, so I pulled my hands away from her breasts, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back away from the fallen tree. My penis was pressed against her, and I started walking forward on the mossy ground, pushing her against the ground. She was arching her back, and as she walked forward, I fucked her faster and faster.

"Sister, is this fucking you good?"

"Yes, it's good. You're such a rascal, you can think of all sorts of positions."

I held the young woman's buttocks and fucked her as we walked on the mossy ground. Her juices flowed out in streams from my penis into her plump little pussy. I fucked faster and faster, and the deeper I went, the faster the young woman walked. The shallower I went, the slower she walked. She was finding the feeling of being fucked to make her feel the most comfortable.
I kept fucking and walking, and then the young woman stopped walking.

"Sister, why are you stopping? Tired?" I asked.
"Let's go back and do it later, the situation here isn't good."

"Little brother, I'm coming, you can cum."
The young woman had reached her peak, and I stopped walking. I could feel her vagina trembling, tightly gripping my penis. Without hesitation, I began to thrust hard, fast, and intensely. "Fuck, sister, I'm going to fuck you to death! Fuck your little cunt to pieces! Ahhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you to death! Fuck your dear sister's little cunt to death!" In the vast, primeval forest, I shouted to my heart's content, thrusting without restraint.

"Oh no! No! It's coming, it's coming, it's coming! Hurry, shoot, hurry!" the young woman shouted, her vagina twitching and squeezing my penis even tighter. I felt a surge of heat pour onto my glans with each twitch.

My penis tingled and throbbed, growing thicker and thicker, and a stream of semen gushed from the base of my penis, plop, plop! Accompanied by the throbbing of my penis, gushing semen shot into the young woman's still rhythmically clenching, plump vagina.
"Oh! Sister, oh, that was so good!" I muttered weakly to myself.

"Oh, good, good fucking, so comfortable!" The young woman was also too weak to say anything more.

This ejaculation was the most exquisite, both of us simultaneously reaching the peak of bliss, like climbing a steep fan to the top of Jade Dragon Peak, enjoying the boundless scenery. The young woman and I were both completely satisfied.

After ejaculating, we stood there for a while, until our penises softened slightly, then the young woman and I lay down on the canvas, embracing each other, kissing, closing our eyes. It wasn't exactly resting, but more like a nap. Who cares? This primeval forest was so quiet, we didn't have to worry about anyone disturbing us. We could sleep when we wanted, or be intimate when we didn't. The calm after a sexual storm is always so warm and sweet. This is also a kind of ultimate happiness. We don't care about anything, we let go of everything, casting aside all the worries and troubles of the world. To have such a moment in life is worthwhile.

The young woman and I lay there, half-asleep, half-awake, enjoying the comfort, a chance to rest and relax. Lying beneath the tall, ancient tree, watching the sunlight stream through the gaps in its high canopy, we felt utterly content. A gentle, warm breeze caressed us, and occasionally, unnamed birds flitted among the branches, adding to the tranquility. We could hear each other's heartbeats. The young woman's breasts rose and fell with her breath, her full breasts even more rosy and tender after her orgasm. In the triangular patch of her pubic hair, her vulva was still exposed to a beam of sunlight, her vaginal fluids glistening softly.

Wasn't this a fairytale wonderland? Wasn't this Snow White from my dreams? Before, these things, for me, existed only in books, in dreams, in my imagination… Today, at this very moment, it has become a reality. What a beautiful young woman, what a beautiful body, what a beautiful cunt! Those beautiful breasts, I can eat them as I please; that beautiful cunt, I can fuck it as I please. What more could a man ask for?

Gazing at the beautiful woman with her eyes closed in repose, I unconsciously unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Her pair of fleshy, beautiful breasts stood out prominently. I couldn't help but lean over and start grabbing and sucking them. My tongue lightly licked and traced around her areolas, my lips pinching her nipples, wanting to bite but unwilling to let go. The young woman continued to enjoy herself with her eyes closed, she too was fantasizing. It was the prince's tenderness towards the princess.

My tongue licked down her noble body, reaching her vulva. Semen was still slowly flowing out of her large vulva, and a large puddle of semen and vaginal fluid had already formed on the canvas beneath her vulva, exuding a fishy, human scent. Looking at her beautiful body and vulva, my penis became hard again. I pulled off the young woman's pants and underwear. Her entire beautiful body was completely exposed on the canvas beneath her vulva, like a perfect work of art, making me ignite my lust once more.

I also took off my clothes, bent down, and licked the young woman's vulva with my tongue. I didn't mind the young woman's vaginal fluids, nor did I mind my own semen. It made my mouth feel like I was eating a huge creamy Christmas cake, a mixture of semen and vaginal fluids. The young woman opened her legs and spread them wide. I inserted two fingers into her overflowing vagina, slippery, slippery, just slippery! My fingers teased her vagina, my tongue licked her clitoris and vulva, my lips pinched her labia majora and minora. As I teased, the young woman's vaginal fluids flowed out even more abundantly, her vulva slicking back with my teasing. She writhed, and two small streams of water spurted from her large, dark ditch—perhaps a small squirt, but more like a flow than a spray.

Stimulating the young woman, my penis was already as hard as a steel rod. Without hesitation, I climbed on top of her, my tongue plunging into her mouth, my chest pressing against her large breasts, my penis plunging into her vaginal opening. It found its entrance, and with a "slip," easily, it entered her wet, slippery cunt.

The young woman reciprocated, kissing me, biting me, hugging me, squeezing me, rubbing against me. We tumbled and rolled on the canvas, thrusting and moaning. We talked dirty. Several times, we rolled around, our bodies tumbling and fucking on the wet, cool moss-covered ground. We didn't care that our arms were covered in mud and moss; not only did we not care, we actually enjoyed this primal, wild sex. I
won't go into the details, but this time, we weren't in a hurry. We wanted to slowly savor the fucking experience in the primeval forest of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. We leisurely fucked for over an hour, trying many different positions, until finally, we were both exhausted and completely satisfied. At that moment, she squeezed my penis tightly, and I exerted my final, frenzied effort. We held each other tightly and ejaculated, reaching another climax together. The sunlight had shifted from its direct midday rays to a forty-five-degree angle; it
was already late afternoon. The young woman and I opened our sleepy eyes, looked at each other silently. We got up, took out a roll of toilet paper, and wiped each other's vaginas and penises clean. We got dressed. Without a word, we embraced and kissed, expressing our gratitude and celebration for bringing each other sweet dreams. After packing our bags, we began our descent.

The sky had become cloudy, and the summit of Jade Dragon Peak hid its face in the mist. As the clouds parted, the vast, verdant mountaintop appeared and disappeared, nothing escaping its notice. Was it mocking our mortal love in the jungle?

After getting off the cable car, we took a bus back to Lijiang Old Town, quite exhausted. We planned to rest for another day in this romantic city before starting our next destination.
"I know what you're thinking, let's go then. This is a nice place, I want to rest too."

(III)

After returning to Lijiang Old Town in the afternoon, we had lunch and then took a good nap. That evening and the entire next day, we explored every street and shop in the old town, buying some small souvenirs and experiencing the leisurely life of the locals – our relaxing vacation. Tired from walking, we returned to the hotel, lay naked on the bed, and although we teased each other about masturbating and touching each other's vaginas, we didn't actually have sex. It

was like practicing our basic skills to prepare for the next day's activities.
Looking at the Lijiang tourist map, we carefully studied the nearby tourist attractions. Further afield, we could go to Shangri-La or Tiger Leaping Gorge. However, since our next stop was Xishuangbanna, we reluctantly had to forgo those two destinations. We decided to leave them out of the trip.
"Sis, just have fun and enjoy yourself, but please don't make me ejaculate. It would be a shame if I couldn't ejaculate at the tourist spot tomorrow." I wasn't indulging in sex; the journey was tiring, and further indulgence would harm both my body and mind.
I focused all my attention on the TV show. The young woman was squatting on top of me, thrusting in and out. As she continued, she started moaning and groaning. Perhaps she found more pleasure in doing it herself. Soon, she was on top of me, her vagina gripping my penis tightly, and she had an orgasm.
"Hehe, if you could go, you could even perform on stage there, with so many people watching." The young woman's words were even more comical than mine.

She lay limply down, and I patted her breasts. "You greedy sister, how come your desire is so strong? Tired, huh? Let's see if you're still craving it." I said, half-serious and half-mocking.

"I just want to play, and you're making fun of me." The young woman pinched me and acted coquettishly. "If I had known you would say that, I would have made you ejaculate by gripping you tightly, and then you would have been honest."

"No, sister, please spare me today. Go wash up and go to sleep."

The night passed without further ado. The next morning, we took a car to Guanyin Gorge, arriving at our destination in less than half an hour.

"The majestic Qiutang Road, the enduring tea-horse road connecting Yunnan and Tibet." Upon entering the scenic area, the first thing you see is the "Ancient Tea Horse Road." The Ancient Tea Horse Road was a vital trade route for caravans. Walking along the ancient street evokes images of the caravans' past glory… Today, many old workshops and shops still stand on the ancient street, including carpentry shops, leather shops, copper and iron shops, silver shops, inns, taverns, and stores… These shops not only operate normally but also provide a platform for tourists from outside Guanyin Gorge to experience the original ethnic culture. Many more shops still sell food and tourist goods, such as works displaying Dongba script, wood carvings, wood sculptures, root carvings, embroidery, calligraphy, and paintings.

Here you can also see Dongba script walls, murals, and strange totem poles. Dongba script is a script used by the Naxi people of China, and it is essentially a pictographic script. Totems are images of natural objects used by people in primitive societies as the guardian deities and symbols of their people. In addition to lions and tigers, the Naxi people also have frogs as totems, which naturally evokes the legends of humans and gods.

Further on, you can see the Heavenly Incense Tower, a unique Naxi altar for worshipping heaven, made by stacking and gluing small stones one by one; the Xia Ke Pavilion, where Xu Xiake once stayed; and the Tibetan Cultural Institute with its strong religious atmosphere... After passing through the bustling streets, the greenery gradually deepens, with emerald green tea leaves interspersed and wildflowers exuding fragrance; weeping willows are reflected in the calm lake water, reflecting the sky and water in a vast expanse of blue. The ancient and fragrant Yunnan-Tibet teahouses are nestled among the green bamboo and willows, looking particularly impressive against the backdrop of the lake.

After passing through a dense bamboo forest, you will reach a mountain tunnel about 385 meters long, which we will pass through by electric train. "The mountains and rivers seem to block the way, but then a village appears amidst the willows and flowers." "The moon in the pool does not drift away with the flowing water, but the gorge wind comes with the tide of people." After passing through the tunnel, walk a hundred meters or so to reach the entrance of Guanyin Gorge, where a Taoist inscription reads: "Lijiang Guanyin Gorge." The gorge is serene and secluded, with towering peaks, and the sound of water gradually fills the air. Turning a corner, a waterfall cascades down, its rapids swift as an arrow, truly possessing the power of a silver river falling from the heavens. This is the Lijiang Guanyin Waterfall. In a nearby cave, there is a standing statue of Guanyin, no wonder it's called Guanyin Gorge.

What a magnificent Guanyin Waterfall! A white ribbon plunges down from the mountaintop, thunderous and unstoppable. Standing on the viewing platform, the mist soaked our hair and clothes, giving off a strong chill.
I quietly said to the young woman, "If we could fuck behind the waterfall, we'd be like immortals in the Water Curtain Cave, but unfortunately, we can't."

"Sister, how about we go behind that big rock?" I asked, seeking her opinion.

"Okay, let's get it quick." The young woman also felt the situation wasn't enough.

We put down our bags. "Sister, let's not take off our pants, let's just fuck from behind."

Saying this, I had the young woman unzip her pants, exposing her buttocks, and bend over while holding onto the rock.

The car left Lijiang city, driving along the road to Longlong Snow Mountain. What a clear, bright blue sky! So high and distant, with only a few wispy white clouds lingering above, making the sky even clearer. The sun hangs high in the sky, appearing lonely.
This wasn't the right time for foreplay, so I loosened my belt and pulled my pants down to my knees. Holding my hard penis, I thrust it straight into the young woman's vagina. The woman hadn't been touched; her genitals were dry, her labia minora stuck together, and her vaginal opening tightly shut.

I held my penis, rubbing the head against her vaginal opening, trying to insert it once, but it felt like poking a hole in her skin—I couldn't get it in. I tried a couple more times with more force, but still no luck.

"Little brother, my vagina is too dry, it hurts!" the young woman warned me.

It seemed that direct penetration was impossible. I dipped my hand in saliva and smeared it on the vaginal opening to lubricate it, then inserted my finger into the vagina to open it. Then, I smeared some more saliva on the glans, lubricating it as well. I brought the glans close to the vaginal opening again, and with a push, it slid in completely. I tried to insert it further, but the vagina was still somewhat dry, and the friction caused the flesh inside to bunch together, preventing further penetration. So I used a retreating-advancing tactic... I pulled back one centimeter, then moved forward two centimeters. Just like that, sliding back and forth, until my entire big cock was inside her. Actually, this dry pussy is even more enjoyable to fuck; there's a feeling of being tightly enveloped, that feeling of being gripped by a horny pussy is truly delightful. Since

thrusting was inconvenient, I twisted my hips, letting my big cock move and shift inside the young woman's pussy. After a while, the little horny pussy gradually became more wet, and the pussy became lubricated. Then I started thrusting. It was so satisfying! The feeling of thrusting in and out smoothly now, after the previous difficulty, was so... Unimpeded, both the young woman and I experienced the intense pleasure of rain after a long drought.
As I thrust in and out, her emotions were aroused, and in her heightened state, she arched her hips to match my thrusts. We'd done this so many times; her hip movements during thrusting were a tacit understanding. We fucked like this, it was incredibly pleasurable, but behind the rock, facing it, we felt a sense of unease. We continued fucking as we moved northwards towards the rock, until we reached its edge. There, the Guanyin Waterfall peeked out from a crack in the branches of a large pine tree, its magnificent cascade plunging down from the mountaintop like a silver ribbon. My composure instantly lifted, and accompanied by the roar, I thrust even harder, the young woman moaning softly. A slight tilt of my head revealed tourists on the viewing platform, gazing at the waterfall. Some were gesturing, others busy taking pictures; even if someone glanced in our direction, they would never see us, hiding behind the rocks in the woods, having sex while enjoying the view. Although we wouldn't be discovered, secretly having sex in front of others still felt both exciting and important to me. The young woman, bent over and being fucked, probably didn't notice any of this.

"Sister, I feel like I'm going to cum, but I don't feel it. I haven't fucked you for a day and a half, I should be able to cum quickly, right?" I asked the young woman, puzzled.
"Little brother, you're important now, right? Let me help you." The young woman said, making me sit on the bag. She stuck out her buttocks and did a back lotus position, her big white buttocks clamping her little pussy, and she sat on my penis.

After
the young woman sat on me, she used her pussy to tightly clamp my penis and began to move her buttocks, teasing me with her mouth, "Big penis little brother, look how your sister's little pussy is squeezing your penis until it's oozing pus!" The young woman moved her buttocks and rose and fell with her buttocks.

"How is it? Little brother, does your penis feel itchy from being squeezed like that?" the young woman teased me.

"Good cunt, your beautiful cunt feels so good being squeezed by your little brother," I praised.

At other times, this squeezing and stroking by the young woman would usually make me ejaculate twice. But today, strangely enough, I still couldn't ejaculate. Including the previous anal sex and the young woman's sitting and stroking, it had been over twenty minutes, and I still couldn't ejaculate. The more I wanted to, the harder it was.

"Hehe, amazing! Did you take Viagra today, little brother?" the young woman said, her tone a mix of confusion and admiration. Then she added, "Looks like I'll have to use some tricks on you, I'll have to open the floodgates for you."

With that, she lifted her buttocks and pulled my penis out of her cunt. She turned around, squatted between my legs, and without a word, took my penis into her mouth, her tongue circling and licking the glans, while her hands cupped my testicles, lifting and releasing them rhythmically. She rhythmically swung her testicles, her cherry-like mouth spitting out… Her tongue began to lick down the erect shaft, from the glans to the base of the penis, then back up, repeating this process. After finishing the penis, her tongue moved down to lick my testicles, while her two small hands moved towards the large penis. She gently stroked and teased my testicles, her hands moving towards the shaft. As the
young woman licked and stroked, I gradually felt my testicles burning, my penis itching, and the urge and energy to ejaculate building up until I felt an unstoppable urge to release.

"Sister, bend over, I'm going to cum!" I couldn't wait any longer.

The young woman quickly stood up and bent over towards me. I stood up too, grabbed my penis, and thrust it into her vagina. I closed my eyes and thrust hard ten times, a stream of hot fluid spraying into her little cunt. I did cum, but I could feel that the amount of ammunition was small, there was still plenty left in reserve, otherwise why would my penis not soften for so long?

"Little brother, you've paid your dues, are you honest now?" The young woman seemed to be congratulating me on ejaculating.

"Sister, not satisfied yet? I feel like I didn't finish." I said honestly.

She was right, if the situation was quiet and comfortable, how could I not be happy?

The young woman and I finished our business and went back to the tunnel entrance, took the (minute) mini-train, exited the tunnel, and returned to Lijiang Old Town.

All the way back, I was holding back a lot of energy, my stockpiled gun ammunition rubbing against me. Back at the hotel, as soon as I entered the room, I pinned the young woman down, unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, and thrust my already hard penis into her still-wet cunt.

"Little brother, what are you doing? Raping me? I haven't even washed yet!" the woman feigned anger.

After we finished dancing, we walked out to the center of the lawn.
"I'm going to rape my sister, rape your own sister, you slutty sister, I'm going to rape your little slutty cunt, your little whore cunt!" I couldn't explain where that energy came from, but I thrust relentlessly, without stopping, probably because I hadn't released that pent-up energy from the Guanyin Gorge.

I ignored what she said, pulled her up from the bed, walked to the window, made her hold onto the windowsill, and pulled the curtains open a crack. While watching the bustling crowds on the street, I fucked her.

The reason I did this was to avoid developing an inability to ejaculate; this time, I happily ejaculated, so there wouldn't be any problems. Looking out the window at the beautiful young women, I imagined myself fucking them one by one, regardless of their feelings, thrusting with all my might. The women gushed with pleasure, moaning and screaming.

As I fucked them, I felt the urge to ejaculate. While thrusting, I removed the women's tops, leaving them completely naked.

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