Afternoon at the shooting range

I love shooting in the afternoons at the shooting range. I love the feeling of being completely immersed in shooting: holding a gun, aiming level, controlling my heartbeat, pulling the trigger… I have a friend named Pan Weijie, and he loves guns even more than I do. In his life, nothing brings him more joy than firearms. He'd rather not live without them. Every day he has to look at his collection of guns, touch them, and listen to their sounds. In short, he's a gun addict. He opened his own shooting range at the foot of Xishan Mountain and invited me to come. He'd mentioned it several times, and I could tell he was sincere. I was actually a little tempted. We've known each other for years. I know him. He's not a bad person; if I had to point out a flaw, it would be one word: shai (lust). He always likes to quote the famous Shaolin Temple saying on the phone: "Emptiness is form, form is emptiness." Shai is shai, what's the explanation? Really… I recently got divorced. Having escaped a heavy marriage, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief. That morning, I arrived at his shooting range. He led me to the training area and had me put on special goggles and earmuffs. He stood behind me, his body pressed against mine, his right hand supporting my outstretched arm as he taught me how to aim, his left hand touching my chest. Sure enough, he couldn't change his ways. With each shot, his left hand could feel my breasts trembling and bouncing from the recoil. I knew he was excited because I soon felt his crotch hard and large. His hard penis pressed against my soft buttocks, his left hand pinching and kneading my poor nipples, making them even harder and larger. The barrier was made of transparent glass, and the people shooting nearby could see our flirting. He didn't care at all. He owned the range; he invited me. Those other people weren't invited. While they ate, he continued to flirt with and touch me, oblivious to everyone else. The girls serving us food and tea had become indifferent to him, used to it all. After the meal, Pan Weijie closed the venue and chased away everyone practicing shooting. I asked, "What are you doing?" He said he needed some peace and quiet. He called over Lao K; the two were good friends. The three of us went to the VIP room and took a shower. Soon, I was lying between the two men, completely naked and feeling refreshed. I lay on Lao K's lap, and he used his large penis to "feed" me, as if he were breastfeeding me, while his hands were also restless, playing with my breasts. Pan Weijie was below me, spreading my legs, holding a British-made Webley 11.6mm caliber revolver (I checked, it was definitely unloaded), pressing the cold metal barrel against the inside of my tender thighs, the hard muzzle with the sights against my soft, wet vulva. Lao K continued to play with my breasts. Pan Weijie pinched my clitoris. I felt wet down there, warm, sticky fluid gushing from my uterus and vagina, flowing uncontrollably outwards, making my entire vulva slippery. Pan Weijie's gun was increasing its pressure. I knew what he wanted to do, so I slightly wiggled my hips, as if to help him (and myself, haha). The barrel went in. It was cool. But it's okay, I can warm it up in a bit... It felt very exciting... The barrel was very hard, much harder than a penis. The barrel began to twitch slightly, making a gurgling sound in my hot vagina mixed with a lot of sticky fluid... Why am I so wet? It's beyond my expectations, and I'm secretly surprised by my own excitement. What kind of woman am I? What kind of passion do I crave deep down? I've never thought about these questions before. The revolver went deeper and deeper, the muzzle reaching my uterus, the trigger ring pressing against my clitoris, rubbing against it, the poor clitoris becoming more and more swollen, fuller and fuller, throbbing painfully. Facing the "enemy's" torment, I stood firm, unyielding and stubborn... Old K pulled his big cock out of my mouth; it was clear he was reluctant to ejaculate. He wanted to enjoy it a little longer. He watched intently as Pan Weijie played with me with the pistol. I felt incredibly good being penetrated by the gun barrel. I couldn't help but groan: "Oh, you two bad guys, so bad..." Old K leaned over, cupped my face, and kissed my flushed, hot cheeks, saying: "You don't know how my face is red, how my heart is pounding, how fast it's beating." I said: "You two have made me bad..." Old K said: "How bad? How bad?" I said: "Sometimes, I feel more lewd than a prostitute, because prostitutes don't have passion, but I do. Prostitutes are after money, but I don't even want money; I just want satisfaction, happiness, to be thoroughly fucked, to be fucked to death... Am I very bad? Very depraved? I feel ashamed, very ashamed..." Old K said: "What does it mean to be bad? What does it mean to be depraved?" You need to learn to appropriately let go of judging yourself from a moral perspective. Morality is a bad thing, it's very restrictive... Old K immediately realized this and said to me: We should go to the Philosophy Department of Peking University, do research, write papers, and defend them. I smiled too. I knew what I should do now. I should enjoy myself. I should focus on my body, on the sensations in my body. Now, I am naked, lying between two men, my legs spread, a pistol barrel going in and out of my vagina, making a squelching sound, the barrel covered with my constantly secreted warm, sticky fluid. I am a ripe fruit, bright, fragrant, full of sweet and sour juice. I feel my breathing quicken. My whole body is swollen. I hear their breathing, and I hear my own heartbeat... It's purely physiological desire... Old K started licking my breasts, like a greedy child. Micro-electric pleasure gathers in my "reactor". My reactor is deep inside my pelvis… My reactor starts to glow red, starts to swell… I stop thinking. Sometimes you need to give up thinking. What's the point of thinking so much? I naturally part my lips and make the sounds I want to make. Those sounds sound like: Oh…so good…oh…oh…do me… Pan Weijie deliberately asked: What do you want us to do? I said: Oh…do whatever you want…do whatever you want… Old K asked: Anything else? Say it. It's okay. Say it. I breathed heavily, my face flushed, and said: Fuck me… Pan Weijie continued to thrust into me while saying: Don't think about anything, be a happy woman… Old K said: Relax yourself. When the body is happy, the heart will be happy too. I want to make my body truly happy, truly happy just once. I said: Okay, okay… My whole body is filled with desire, I don't need to pretend anymore, I'm completely relaxing for myself. I indulged myself… I held Old K’s strong, powerful organ, feeling that hot, throbbing rod pulsating in my hand. Their words gradually became “rough”—I say “rough” because I didn’t find them crude; I wasn’t disgusted at all, on the contrary (under those specific conditions) they sounded quite pleasant. I even echoed them, saying a few words myself. As I spoke, my face felt like it was being roasted over a spicy hot pot, burning and swollen. But after speaking, I felt a little lighter. I let go of some heavy things in my mind. Those things had been almost suffocating me for years… And after I spoke, they clearly became excited, a very different kind of excitement, like Old K saying: Say it again… Please say it again… I suddenly remembered a French film called *The Student*, starring the famous actress Sophie Marceau. There was a scene in it where Sophie Marceau fell in love. She was overjoyed, incredibly excited. She and her girlfriend squeezed into a small phone booth to make a call, smiling sweetly as she spoke into the receiver: "Say it again... say it again... say it again..." I don't know if others were moved by this scene, but it left a very deep impression on me. The lines were actually very simple, but the underlying message was profound. Some words we just can't get enough of; we have to hear them repeatedly. The sweetness and happiness we feel when we hear them is hard to express in words. Pan Weijie also said to me: "Can you say what you just said again? Say it again..." I said: "Touch me... fuck me... fuck me skillfully... fuck me gently... fuck me powerfully... fuck me savagely... fuck me to death..." The two men were stunned. I think, in that instant, they were both "captured." Then, suddenly, they both pounced on me, hugged me, kissed me, touched me… My face grew redder and redder… My heart pounded faster and faster… The three of us fell together… fell happily… Our warm bodies embraced, vibrant with life. I couldn't help but let out sweet moans. I felt so sweet, both painful and sweet: Ah… Do me… Harder… Rub me… Eat me… I knew my moans were seducing them. Every cell in my body seemed to be aroused by myself, saying: Oh… Hmm… Oh… Conquer me… I like… Touch me… You bad guys… Oh… I can't take it anymore… You two bad guys… Oh… Oh… Oh… Hmm… Hmm… You're so good… I'm so aroused… Oh… It tickles me so much…Old K touched my burning face, looked at me, and said: "I have to admit, I like passionate women..." Pan Weijie rubbed my clitoris and said: "Yes, passionate women are the most beautiful women in the world..." I said: "Oh...you guys are so naughty...it's so itchy inside...ah...oh...um...um...can you lick me? Lick me...oh...lick me aloud..." Old K knelt down below me, sticking out his hot tongue to lick my swollen clitoris. He licked and sucked, teasing my sensitive center with the tip of his tongue. The barrel of Pan Weijie's collection of fine pistols was still going in and out of my vagina... Old K said to Pan Weijie: "Please, Wei-ge, can you take a break for a bit?" Pan Weijie slowly pulled out the gun. The gun barrel was covered in my fluid, clear, stringy, and glistening. Pan Weijie brought the gun to his nose, carefully inhaling the scent of my aroused fluid… He said, “Oh…it smells so good…so good…” Then he stuck out his tongue and licked the fluid bit by bit. Old K slowly inserted a finger into my wet hole, while continuing to gently lick my clitoris. He licked and licked, licking my private parts, licking my whole body…his tongue was so skillful, moving nimbly, moist and warm. Stirring, rolling, sucking. At the same time, he gently lifted my breasts with both hands, gently kneading my erect nipples with his thumbs, making me feel incredibly comfortable… He skillfully caressed my clitoris with his fingers. I began to moan. My “clitoris” was constantly being rubbed, cared for, and loved, making me even more excited, and my juices began to leak out again, I wanted it again… I leaked…leaked quite a lot…I didn’t care about anything else! I began to release, to break free from my confinement… His fingers kneaded my clitoris, each knead making me tremble with excitement. I lay there, being pushed to the peak again and again by him… I was exhausted… I was almost burnt out… In a powerful thrust, I reached orgasm, then collapsed. But Old K wouldn’t let me go. He touched me back and forth, ravaged me, tormented me, pushed me, pushed me to new heights. I remembered the dream I had, in which a chubby, kind man took me mountain climbing, pushing my lower back with all his might, encouraging me, helping me reach the summit… I couldn’t help but say: Mmm… Ah… Ah… Oh… You’re making me so aroused… Mmm… I’m dripping wet… Oh… So good… That place feels so sore… It’s so swollen inside… I want you to thrust… thrust… thrust me… nonstop… Pan Weijie came over and kissed my cheek, saying, “I’ll thrust into you in a bit.” I'll take turns with Old K, okay? I said: Hmm...okay, okay...ah...oh, I'm leaking so much... Pan Weijie said: Yes, you're leaking so much. I like it. Old K likes it too. I said: He...licks me so well! He drives me crazy...oh... Pan Weijie said: Yes, his tongue is quite good. Enjoy it. Pan Weijie gently touched my neck and ears, and licked my breasts. My body kept twisting under Pan Weijie's hands and Old K's tongue and fingers. I said: Hmm...I can't take it anymore... Pan Weijie said: You won't be unable to take it. You can. I know you can. I said: Ah...can you talk to me? The more explicit you are...the more aroused I become... Pan Weijie said: We will slowly play with you, torture you, gently tease you, crush you, eat you, drink you dry, want you, stir you, insert you, lick you, fuck you, forcefully rape you, repeatedly rape you... The more I listened, the more excited I became. I said: "Mmm... I like your explicitness... Oh... it tickles so much... Mmm, my lust is ignited, and it's creating a chain reaction. I want to indulge myself. I want to indulge with them both. Old K stopped sucking, his fingers gently patting my nipples, gently pinching and skillfully squeezing... Pan Weijie continued licking my nipples, one hand sliding down to my lower body, gently playing with my already soaking wet penis, saying: 'Put it in me...' Pan Weijie deliberately asked me: 'Put it in where?' I said: 'My... pussy...' Pan Weijie's fingers slowly inserted, stirring, forcefully massaging my engorged G-spot. Waves of energy surged through my nerves." My uterus and heart were screaming at the same time, almost reaching their limit... I said: Oh...you're making me...so good...keep going...keep going...touch me...fuck me...ah...I want to scream...I feel so good...fuck me...keep going...fuck me...fuck me...oh...so full...penetrate me...love me, fuck me, fuck me, don't hold back, don't be reluctant...love me roughly. Fuck me. Rape me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard...I'm really aroused. I'm going crazy. I'm almost about to faint from pleasure. The nimble tongue and fingers are driving me crazy...I said:Let me go crazy, okay? Ah...oh...um...go crazy with you...go crazy on me...oh so intense...my back hurts so much...I'm so happy...happy...um! Faster! No! Okay! Oh, I don't know what I'm trying to say. My mind is blank. I'm a little confused, I don't know where I am. The first person to actually fuck me with his dick was Old K. Old K inserted it slowly. I focused intently on savoring the fullness and pleasure of each inch of his penetration. That feeling, both swollen and slippery, flowed in waves from my genitals into my body, transforming into surges of heat that coursed from my lower abdomen to my back, up my spine to the back of my head, surging and surging. I forgot my shame, swaying my hips wildly, moaning repeatedly, releasing my pleasure, sharing my joy with him… Meanwhile, Pan Weijie grasped my breasts. He seemed to know I needed stronger pressure, more “rough” love, more frenzied passion to better ignite the raging fire within me. He pinched my nipples between his index and middle fingers, rotating them incessantly… He kissed me incessantly, kneading them forcefully, his fingers rubbing back and forth on my nipples. Old K’s cannon ravaged my vagina, scraping against the folds and surface of my skin. Pan Weijie continued to play with my breasts, as if he could never get enough. My nipples hardened with excitement, and I groaned loudly, feeling a sensation I'd never experienced before… My private parts were repeatedly struck, each impact making me feel like I was losing control. The repeated thrusts and friction didn't relieve the itch; they fueled the fire. The feeling of every inch of my skin being cared for made me cry out again and again, "Mmm… good. Comfortable. Ah…" Old K attacked relentlessly, thrusting with all his might. In a powerful, torrential downpour, I reached orgasm, my whole body convulsing with excitement… Suddenly, like a child, I trembled and cried out, silently, only sobbing. I gasped for breath. Tears and sweat flowed uncontrollably. All the grievances welled up in my heart, all the bitterness, sourness, saltiness, astringency, and hardship surged into my eyes. I made no attempt to hide my emotions, letting all the fluids gush out. A tidal wave. All my strongest feelings erupted in that instant. It all came out… Three whole minutes later, my body, which had been taut like a bowstring, finally went limp. I was ecstatic. I was happy. Old K’s ferocity only increased; three minutes later, he also erupted. He howled. I could feel his howling, and later I asked him: Why did you yell? He asked me: When do people sing? I thought for a moment and said: When they’re happy. Old K said: Right. I then understood that it wasn’t despair, it was pure joy, pleasure, indulgence, rebellion, and choice. Old K considerately asked me: Have you come yet? I didn’t quite understand what “come” meant, although I could roughly guess. I still really enjoyed listening to Old K say “bad things.” I deliberately asked: What does “come” mean? Pan Weijie said: “Come” means “arrive,” and “arrive” means “to die of pleasure.” Old K smiled and said: Not entirely like that. I think the word "come" used in sex comes from the English word "come," which, as we all know, has evolved into the homonym "cum" in internet culture since 1997, meaning ejaculation, semen, and female orgasm. I've been strictly monitoring these subtle linguistic shifts... Pan Weijie said, "Old K, please, stop. You've finished, and I haven't even started yet." Old K quickly said, "Okay, okay, I'll stop." Pan Weijie came between my legs, flipped me over, and made me lie on all fours, showing him everything I had, teasing them both... I reached out and grabbed Old K's penis. His penis was wet, and still hard and erect. Old K came in front of me, his penis right in front of my face. I smelled his penis, the mixture of his semen and my own fluids. Hmm, not too bad... anyway, very alluring... all the smell of sex hormones... I stuck out my tongue and gently licked his still swollen penis. He seemed to enjoy it, moaning... Pan Weijie had already penetrated me from behind... Oh! The feeling was even more intense than from the front. I had discovered a higher level of enjoyment in life. Before, I always felt that lying on my stomach with my husband penetrating me from behind was a particularly "animalistic" position...Today, I learned something: when necessary, you have to be an animal, you have to descend to the level of an animal, and that way, you'll get more enjoyment. Pan Weijie increased his strength; his thing was already long, but it seemed even longer from behind. He was thrusting into me forcefully, almost as if he wanted to pierce me, making me feel numb and itchy deep inside. Old K's hands kept stroking my shoulders. I let him touch me. His touch made me flustered. His hand came to the outside of my vulva, gently rubbing and rubbing, touching my labia, while simultaneously touching Pan Weijie's large penis that kept going in and out. Pan Weijie groaned with pleasure. Old K's hands also made me burning with desire, unable to control myself. An indescribable pleasure washed over me, and I kept secreting, secreting, like a poor seashell, constantly gushing out sticky fluid from deep within… My vulva was already overflowing with lustful fluid. Pan Weijie started thrusting, making a squelching sound. He thrust hard, and I responded to his movements from below: Ah...so good...mmm...mmm...oh...harder...thrust in... My moans and cries aroused Pan Weijie's lust, and he began to thrust harder and harder. He viciously spread my buttocks. I thought to myself: Oh, don't, don't get any bad ideas. Actually, later I realized that I needed intense love, fierce love. I desperately needed to taste (seafood). I said: Ah...faster...faster...mmm...fuck me...I need to...I need to pee... Hearing me say I was about to climax, he suddenly thrust hard, turning heavily inside me, oh my god! Waves of tingling and numb pleasure washed over me. My lust was overwhelming, and I couldn't control myself. I climaxed again! I was fucked to orgasm again! I released a large amount of vaginal fluid... (Damn it! Even if I eat kidneys for a month straight, my lower back will still ache. Hehe.) Another series of fierce attacks followed, and he ejaculated. He ejaculated so powerfully! So much! I was so happy, so free. I seemed to have found courage. My heart was singing, I was flying… My blood was boiling, my heart was fluttering… That quiet afternoon, their hot tongues roamed all over my body. Guns, fingers, penises penetrated every orifice… My heart was pounding… I kept contracting, convulsing, and as it was getting dark, I realized I couldn’t make a sound anymore. I was too excited. I was overly excited, my lips parted weakly, my whole body was weak, but my “reactor” was still contracting, contracting because of excitement. I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t make a sound. I knew the scene was “perverted.” But I was deeply attracted. Why would I be attracted to something perverted? Forget it. I don’t want to think about these tangled philosophical questions. I want to be happy! I want a simple life! I want simple, pure happiness… During this time, Old K asked about my menstrual cycle, and Pan Weijie let me choose my preferred method of contraception. What two considerate rascals… I moved in sync with their actions, involuntarily… That beautiful afternoon, I lost a whole glass of fluid. My back ached terribly. I orgasmed countless times. Each time was more pleasurable, more comfortable. I loved that feeling of continuously floating on clouds, from one cloud to the next… Together with them, I abandoned all taboos. Various methods, various positions, separately, simultaneously—everything imaginable was done… I felt the wonder of sex… an indescribable wonder. At that moment, I had to admit the limitations of language. Language can express so little fully and accurately! Now I only remember that afternoon, I felt happiness, so much happiness, such intense happiness, a happiness I had never experienced before. A happiness I had never dared to dream of… We were both frenzied. I had never felt like that before. I held this body. A moment later, I held that body. A relentless battle! Later, I simply hugged them both tightly, convulsing, holding them close… In some extreme moments, I really wanted them to crush me and devour me. Of course, they couldn't devour me. But I was swallowed by pleasure. H.W. Inderpal, in his timeless masterpiece *Surrender*, says that to be happy, one must learn to compromise, to succumb to pleasure, to succumb to the call of the flesh. A few days later, I felt uneasy. I moved, changed my phone number, and didn't contact them again. But that afternoon, even if I wanted to forget, it would be difficult. [End of text] Last edited by zlyl on 2011-5-17 23:05 Aren't you afraid the gun will accidentally discharge and shoot your little sister? Just kidding! This dangerous game is too amazing, not something ordinary people dare to play. Ah, it's so good! Post more in the future! It feels well-written, with some details and psychological descriptions. It makes one feel a little bit aroused. A gun barrel has a sight; it's not just a round iron bar. Great article, thanks for sharing, I hope you create more excellent content.05 Editor, aren't you afraid the gun will accidentally discharge and shoot your little sister? You're just kidding! This dangerous game is too amazing; not just anyone would dare to play it. Ah, it's so good! Please post more! It seems well-written, with some details and psychological descriptions. It makes one feel a little impulsive. A gun barrel has a sight, it's not just a round iron rod. Good article, thank you for sharing, I hope you create more excellent works.05 Editor, aren't you afraid the gun will accidentally discharge and shoot your little sister? You're just kidding! This dangerous game is too amazing; not just anyone would dare to play it. Ah, it's so good! Please post more! It seems well-written, with some details and psychological descriptions. It makes one feel a little impulsive. A gun barrel has a sight, it's not just a round iron rod. Good article, thank you for sharing, I hope you create more excellent works.

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