A Happy Life - Chapter 78: Mary's Happiness

Finally, the day arrived for Ding Ping to study abroad. Ding Ping did not allow anyone to see him off at the airport. He said, "If so many of you go to see me off, it would be bad if someone recognized you. If I let a few of you go, it would be unfair to those who did not go."
Seeing that Ding Ping's words were somewhat illogical, everyone listened to him and none of them went to the airport to see him off. They were also worried that he might not be able to control himself and start crying at the airport, which would be even worse.
After a flight of more than ten hours, Ding Ping finally got off the plane, his mind filled with questions about how to get to school and who to report to. But to his surprise, as soon as he exited the airport, he saw a large sign with his Chinese name on it. Ding Ping felt a mix of delight and doubt: Who would pick me up here? I don't have any friends here.
Then Ding Ping saw clearly who was holding the sign: it was Mary!
Mary then saw Ding Ping walking out of the passage and suddenly hugged him tightly: "Ding Ping, you've finally come."
"Thank you for picking me up."
Ding Ping hugged her and said, "But how did you know when I would arrive?"
“I have a good friend who is studying at your school. I asked her to report all your information to me. I didn’t expect you to be a celebrity there. As soon as I mentioned your name, my friend knew immediately. She told me yesterday that you had flown here to visit us.”
Mary said excitedly.
Ding Ping could tell that she was genuinely happy for his arrival, which touched him deeply: "I could have just gone to the school by myself, why bother you to come and pick me up?"
"Since this is your first time here, you should relax and unwind. Why are you rushing to school?"
Mary said, "Come to my house first, so I can be your host and keep you company for a few days. It will also give me a chance to repay your hospitality last time."
"To your house? That's not very convenient, is it?"
Ding Ping hesitated. There were so many people in her family; wouldn't it be inappropriate to bother them?
“What’s inconvenient about it? My parents admire you so much and are very interested in your country. They want me to bring you to their home more often so they can learn more about your country’s long history.”
Mary said excitedly, "When I told them that they were visiting our country and might not come back, they were very disappointed. This is the first time I've ever seen them look like that."
Ding Ping could no longer refuse, so he went to Mary's house with her.
This time, Mary's father looked pleasantly surprised: "Ding Ping, you're here? Welcome!"
Mary's mother said, "Mary, didn't you say Ding Ping wasn't coming? Why is he here now?"
Mary then told them what had happened, and they understood what was going on. They all insisted that Ding Ping stay at their home for a few days before going to school to register.
So Ding Ping stayed at Mary's house. During the day, she took Ding Ping to a natural scenic area that Ding Ping hadn't visited before, so he could immerse himself in nature and appreciate its beautiful scenery.
Back at Mary's house that evening, Ding Ping became her history teacher, telling her family about Chinese history. Ding Ping started with some myths and legends, beginning with the Yellow Emperor and continuing all the way to the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Ding Ping's account was rather rough, but he described the characteristics of each dynasty very well, enabling Mary's parents to grasp the key points and thus gain a comprehensive understanding of Chinese history.
Over the next few days, Mary began to regard Ding Ping as her lover, and Ding Ping's heart was filled with sweetness; his liking for Mary had turned into love. Mary's parents seemed to approve of their relationship and were very happy about Mary and Ding Ping's relationship.
Whenever Mary was happy, she would hug Ding Ping and give him a passionate kiss on the face, whether they were outside or at home. Ding Ping was a little uncomfortable at first, but he quickly got used to it because Mary's parents also often kissed passionately in front of their children at home, although they rarely kissed on the lips.
On the third day, Ding Ping decided to go to school to register. That evening, Mary and Ding Ping went to her bedroom. Mary hugged Ding Ping and said, "These past two days have been the happiest days of my life. I am really grateful for the happiness you have brought me."
"I should be thanking you. You made me feel at home in a strange place."
Ding Ping said.
“I’m telling the truth. I’ve never dated any boys in my life. This has worried my parents. They’re afraid I have some kind of psychological problem, so they’ve made me see a lot of psychologists. But I just have a hard time getting along with boys.”
Mary said, “Last time, some of my classmates talked about you. I also study computer technology, and after hearing about you, I became very curious about you, so I went to see you with them. During the few days I spent with you, I felt very happy, so I looked for opportunities to be alone with you. That’s why I stayed after they left.”
"I feel honored to know you."
Ding Ping said, "Among those six or seven people, you spoke the least, and you are exceptionally beautiful. I thought you had some opinion about me, but you ended up staying alone and even invited me to your home, which made me feel flattered."
I told you last time that I love you!
Mary blushed and lowered her head after saying this.
"I love you too!"
Ding Ping said the same thing this time, expressing his feelings. He had fallen in love with her since her last visit to China.
"Since you love me, why don't you get intimate with me?"
After hearing Ding Ping's confession, Mary felt relieved, but she still had some doubts.
"This is the difference between Chinese and Chinese culture."
Ding Ping said, "In China, boys and girls don't necessarily get together until their relationship has reached a very good level, that is, until they are sure they will get married in the future."
"Oh, is that so?"
Mary suddenly realized: "I always thought you didn't love me, which made me secretly sad several times. As long as we love each other, we can be together. We don't necessarily have to get married in the future."
Although she was referring to their national situation, her words contained a certain implication, which Ding Ping could easily understand. Ding Ping hugged Mary and said, "Mary, I am truly grateful to you, and I love you very much."
After saying that, he kissed Mary, and Mary returned the kiss passionately. Mary's technique was much better than last time.
Mary sat very close to Ding Ping, dressed in her favorite denim outfit, exuding a childlike charm. Her bright, large eyes gazed at Ding Ping with a childlike yet focused intensity. Her full lips were slightly pursed. She wore a black cotton skirt, the kind most people wear in winter, and light gray sneakers. Light black stockings tightly hugged her sexy, slender legs, her rounded knees gently touching. Along the hem of her skirt, the outline of her full, rounded calves could be vaguely seen.
Ding Ping reached out and embraced Mary. Through the fabric, his fingers could clearly feel the soft, warm skin of her waist. She obediently nestled against him, one hand gently around Ding Ping's back. Ding Ping's other hand rested on her knee, gently caressing it. After a moment, his fingers lightly parted the hem of her skirt, gently pulling her knees apart slightly, exploring the inside of her thighs. Ding Ping immediately felt Mary's slightly trembling, full breasts.
Mary was tall but not lacking in curves; her breasts were exceptionally high, making her a voluptuous woman. The denim outfit she wore accentuated her full figure and long legs. When Ding Ping first saw her, her denim attire perfectly highlighted her rounded, full curves.
Ding Ping's fingers greedily enjoyed every inch of Mary's softness and smoothness, uncontrollably advancing into the depths of Mary's legs. Soon, Ding Ping's fingertips were enveloped by the warm, wet breath of her lower body, and had reached the juncture of her legs. Ding Ping could feel the soft, moist outline of the junction of her buttocks and thighs through Mary's pantyhose. At this moment, Mary was trembling all over, clamping her legs together, and also clamping Ding Ping's hands tightly.
Mary was a girl with absolutely no experience with relationships; before meeting Ding Ping, she had never even held hands with a boy. Although she had no reservations about Ding Ping and even harbored a slight desire for him, she still had an instinctive reaction when Ding Ping's hand actually touched hers.
While Mary was tense, Ding Ping stopped between her legs with his hand and did not make any further moves. Instead, he used his other hand to hug her body, which was beginning to heat up, and brought his mouth to her lips. Their lips touched again in an instant. The wet, hot, full, and soft touch numbed Mary's mind, and she let out a suppressed gasp.
Ding Ping hadn't expected that in a country like U, there would be a conservative girl like Mary. It seemed that his previous understanding of their country was not comprehensive.
Mary, I love you!
Ding Ping whispered sweet nothings in Mary's ear, trying to help her relax.
Mary responded to Ding Ping's words in a mumbled, incoherent way, but Ding Ping couldn't understand a word she was saying.
As Ding Ping spoke, he vigorously rubbed Mary's full breasts through her clothes with his right hand. They were incredibly soft and full to the touch. After only a few rubs, Mary felt her breasts swell, and her breathing became rapid. Ding Ping breathed hot air into Mary's ear, gently nibbling her soft earlobe. At the same time, his right hand released Mary's breasts, one hand holding Mary's slender waist, and the other hand reaching between Mary's legs towards her full and elastic buttocks.
Mary collapsed limply into Ding Ping's arms, letting him freely caress her. Ding Ping took the opportunity to remove her denim jacket, revealing a bright red corset underneath. As soon as he unbuttoned the corset, Ding Ping saw Mary's proud, high, full breasts, covered by a white, strapless bra with a semi-transparent upper layer and lace trim on the lower layer, which squeezed her large, soft mound, creating a deep cleavage on her snow-white chest.
This made Mary's breasts appear even fuller and more robust, the alluring cleavage seemingly bottomless due to the bra's covering, the bra's pattern faintly visible on the sides, her plump breasts rising and falling within the half-cup bra, a pair of pink cherries half-exposed.
The vibrant colors before him instantly caused Ding Ping's penis to become rapidly engorged with blood, standing erect in his crotch and pressing against Mary's plump buttocks as she sat on his lap.
Ding Ping deftly loosened the clasp of Mary's bra, and Mary's pair of fair and firm breasts sprang out. Before his eyes, a pair of snow-white peaks stood up in astonishing height and were full of elasticity. The peaks were topped with perky pink areolas, and the two small, bright red protrusions were the size of cherries.
Ding Ping hadn't expected Mary's body to be so perfect: a smooth, slender neck, a body as smooth as jade, a crystal-clear, delicate, curvaceous, and smooth waist, plump and rounded buttocks that seemed to break at the slightest touch, and long legs—all perfectly proportioned, with nothing superfluous and nothing lacking.
While kissing Mary's moist lips, Ding Ping caressed the delicate, pinkish-white skin of her chest. Ding Ping's hand grasped Mary's breasts, which were firm and elastic. When he pressed down gently, they would bounce back up when he released them. They were also enormous, and Ding Ping's hand could not fully grasp them. The comfortable feeling made Ding Ping unable to resist increasing the pressure on his caresses of Mary's breasts.
Mary was unbearably itchy from Ding Ping's touch. Waves of pleasure surged through her body like electric currents, causing her plump buttocks to twist and sway incessantly. She held Ding Ping's head tightly with both hands, letting out happy, coquettish gasps.
Ding Ping continued to vigorously knead Mary's breasts, causing Mary to furrow her brows. The slightly painful kneading felt more stimulating than usual, seemingly arousing her inner desire for carnal pleasure.
Ding Ping reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. The wide, voluminous skirt slid down to Mary's fair feet. Then, Ding Ping pulled Mary's pantyhose off her body. What met Ding Ping's eyes was another strong visual impact. Mary was wearing a pair of white silk panties today, which bulged and covered her 'forbidden area'. Ding Ping peeled off Mary's panties, and Mary's genitals were exposed to Ding Ping's eyes. There, a glistening, shimmering spring was already gushing, reflecting the golden hair covering it, which was extremely alluring.
Mary's lower abdomen was flat and smooth, and her two round and smooth thighs were like two perfectly carved pieces of white jade, without the slightest flaw. At the base of her beautiful legs, between her snow-white thighs, there was a small hill covered with dense, tender pubic hair, forming an inverted triangle that softly covered Mary's mysterious 'forbidden zone'.
Ding Ping stroked and caressed Mary's fur with his hands. It was smooth and delicate, shimmering with gold, as soft as silk. Mary's private parts were as beautiful as her face and figure. "How wonderful!"
Ding Ping exclaimed in admiration.
Mary's beauty, her exquisite figure, and her smooth, delicate skin left Ding Ping in awe. Ding Ping parted Mary's snow-white, rounded legs, revealing a seductive crevice glistening with a constant flow of wetness. Her two tender, bright red labia fluttered open and closed, as alluring as Mary's cherry lips, drawing Ding Ping deeper into their allure.
Ding Ping's hand gently caressed Mary's moist vulva, then he used his fingers to pry open her petals, which were tightly closed. Ding Ping then pinched her tender petals, making Mary feel a tingling, itchy sensation, and she trembled in Ding Ping's arms.
Slowly, Ding Ping felt his fingers getting wet. He squeezed and teased the small protrusion between Mary's folds. Mary couldn't help but let out a long "humph" and moan. Her soft body kept responding to Ding Ping's rubbing of her paradise, trembling irregularly in Ding Ping's arms.
Mary was now moaning incessantly, sprawled there like a lump of mud, her lips still uttering words Ding Ping couldn't understand. The beautiful woman's calls and alluring sight made Ding Ping increasingly unable to resist, and he couldn't bear to keep Mary waiting any longer. He immediately pressed his penis against Mary's tight vulva, then thrust his hips forward, and with a "whoosh," Ding Ping's penis entered Mary's vulva, directly hitting the depths of her flower core.
This was Mary's first time doing this with a man. Her vagina was small and tight, and when she suddenly encountered Ding Ping's thick and large penis, she couldn't help but scream in pain. Ding Ping quickly softened his grip and left his penis inside her without moving, giving Mary a period of adjustment. After two or three minutes, Mary's pain was gone, replaced by intense pleasure.
Mary glanced at Ding Ping with boundless allure, moaning as she felt the immense pleasure he brought her. The blissful, euphoric feeling drove her almost mad. Mary twisted and shook her large, plump buttocks violently, emitting seductive moans. Her desperate, yearning expression, so pitiful and endearing, further fueled Ding Ping's lust. He embraced Mary's soft, slender waist and began a frenzied thrusting. His hot, thick penis repeatedly plunged deep into Mary's core. Under Ding Ping's vigorous thrusting, Mary cried out loudly, her voice growing louder and louder. Then, her whole body trembled, her tender flesh spasming and sucking on Ding Ping's penis. Suddenly, gushes of fluid gushed from deep within Mary's body. Mary reached her first orgasm, collapsing limply onto the bed, motionless.
During Ding Ping and Mary's passionate lovemaking, they were not disturbed at all. Mary's parents, siblings, and others acted as if they were not at home. This shows that the mindset of U.S. people is very different from that of China. Such a situation would be virtually impossible in China.
Ding Ping and Mary lay in bed, enjoying the tranquility after their climax. Mary's face was filled with happiness, and Ding Ping could tell that her happiness came from the heart, which moved him deeply.

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