I have a friend, Pan Weijie, who loves guns more than I do. There is no joy in his life that exceeds the joy that guns bring him.
Without guns, he would rather not live. Every day he must look at the guns he has collected, touch them and listen to them. In a word, he is gun-hungry as hell.
He runs his own shooting range, at the foot of West Mountain, and invited me over to play. Said it several times, and I could hear that he was sincere. I’m still a little bit tempted. Me and him, we’ve been friends for years. I know him. He is not a bad person, if I have to say he has any shortcomings, just one word: shai (color).
He always loved to tell me on the phone the ancient Shaolin Temple saying, “Emptiness is color, and color is emptiness.”
Shai is shai. What’s the point? Really…
I recently got divorced. I felt more relaxed than ever after getting rid of a heavy in-law. That morning, I went to his shooting range. He took me to the shooting range and had me put on special glasses and ear muffs.
He stood behind me, his body close to mine, his right hand holding my arm flat forward, teaching me to aim, his left hand touching my breast. Sure enough shai, can’t change, can’t change his nature.
With each shot I fired, his left hand could feel my breasts vibrating and bouncing under the impact of the recoil. I knew he was excited because I soon felt his crotch firm and grow.
His big hard cock pushed against my soft ass, and the fingers of his left hand pinched my nipples, rubbing my poor tits harder and bigger.
The barrier was made of clear glass, and the way we both teased each other over here, the people shooting next to us saw it. He didn’t care. He owns the field, I’m the one he hired. He didn’t invite those people. They could have stayed away.
During the meal, he continued to tease and touch me like nobody’s business. The girl who served us food and tea was already oblivious and used to him. After the meal, Pan Weijie closed the field, blasted away all the gun practice. I said what are you doing? He said he wanted quiet now. He called Old K. They were good friends. The three of us went to the VIP room and took a shower.
Soon I was lying between two men, naked and refreshed. I lay on Old K’s lap as he fed me with his big cock as if he was breastfeeding me, all the while his hands were not being honest and playing with my breasts.
Pan Weijie was underneath me, spreading my legs apart, holding a British-made Webley 11.6mm caliber revolver (which I had checked and was absolutely unloaded), holding the cool metal barrel against my delicate inner thighs, the hard, collimated muzzle against my soft, moist pussy.
Old K continued to play with my breasts. Pan Weijie pinched my clit. I felt wet down there, a stream of warm mucus crashing out of my womb, guiding it, out of control, making my whole vulva slippery.
Pan Weijie’s pistol was picking up steam. I understood what he was trying to do, so I wiggled my ass a little to kind of help him out (and myself, lol).
The barrel came in. It’s cold. But that’s okay, I can warm it up later…
It felt exciting…the barrel was hard and stiff, much harder than a cock. The barrel began to twitch slightly, gurgling and gurgling with tons of slime inside my hot pussy…why am I so wet? It’s not even like that anymore…
I secretly surprised myself with my level of excitement. What kind of woman am I? What kind of passion do I crave inside, at the bottom of my heart? I hadn’t thought about these questions before.
The revolver went deeper and deeper into my uterus, the outer trigger ring pressed against my clitoris, rubbing against it, rubbing my clitoris, the poor clitoris became more and more swollen, more and more full, throbbing with pain. The poor clitoris was getting bigger and bigger, fuller and fuller, throbbing in agony. It was unyielding and stubborn in the face of the “enemy’s” destruction…
Old K pulled his big cock out of my mouth, and I could tell that he couldn’t cum yet. He wanted to enjoy it for a while longer. He watched intently as Pan Weijie played with me with his pistol. I was so comfortable with the barrel of the gun.
I couldn’t help but moan out, Oh, you two badasses, badass…
Old K leaned over, cupped my face, kissed my red and hot cheeks, and said, “You don’t know how charming you look right now…
I blushed and my heart was beating fast and furious. I said, I’m getting bad from both of you…
Old K says: How bad? How bad?
I said: Sometimes I feel I’m sluttier than a hooker, because hookers don’t have passion, I have passion. Prostitutes want money, I don’t even want money, I just want fulfillment, I want pleasure, I want to be made well, made thoroughly, made to die…Am I bad? Am I bad? Am I depraved? I feel ashamed, very ashamed…
Old K says: What does it mean to be bad? What does it mean to be depraved? You have to learn to properly give up looking at what you’re doing from a moral point of view. This morality thing is bad and imprisoning to the…
Pan Weijie laughs.
Old K realized immediately and said to me: we should go to the Philosophy Department of Peking University, look up information, write a thesis and defend it.
I smiled back. I knew what to do at the moment. I should enjoy myself. I should focus on my body, on the physical sensations.
Now I was naked, lying between two men, spread-eagled, with the barrel of a pistol gurgling out and in and out of my pussy, the barrel slick with the warm mucus I continued to secrete. I was a ripe fruit, bright, fragrant, and full of sweet, tart juice.
I felt my own breath catch. My whole body was swollen. I hear both of them breathing, and I hear my own heartbeat…pure physical desire…
Kay began to lick my tits like a greedy child. The microelectronic sensations converged on my reactor. My reactor was deep in my pelvis…my reactor started to redden and swell…
I stopped thinking with my brain. One needs to quit thinking sometimes. What’s the use of thinking so much?
I naturally parted my lips and made the sounds I wanted to make. Those sounds sounded like: oh…oh…so good…oh yo…oh yo…get me…
Pan Weijie deliberately asked: How do you want us to get it?
I said: oh…do whatever you want…do whatever you want…
Old K asks: what else? Say it. It’s okay. Say it.
I exhaled, red-faced, and said, Lou I…
Pan Weijie continued to plug me while saying: don’t think about anything, be a happy woman…
Old K says: Relax yourself. When the flesh is happy, the mind will be happy.
I want the flesh to be really, really happy for once. I said: yes, yes…
My whole body is filled with desire, I don’t have to act anymore, I relax for myself, completely for once. I indulged…I held Old K’s strong and powerful organ and felt the hot stick of flesh throbbing in my hand.
Their words became “harder”, and I say “harder” because I didn’t find them rude, I didn’t dislike them at all, but rather (under those specific conditions) they were very pleasant to listen to.
I even responded and said a few words as well. While saying those words, my face burned and swelled like I was smoldering on a spicy hot pot.
But after saying it, it felt a little lighter. I threw off some of the heavy stuff in my head. Years of that stuff was killing me…
And after saying it, they both got visibly excited, and that excitement was a very different kind of excitement, it was utter excitement.
Old K says: say it again…please say it again…
I suddenly remembered a French movie called “The Schoolgirl”, starring the famous actress Sophie Marceau. There is a scene in which Sophie Marceau falls in love. She is so happy and excited that she (and her girlfriend squeeze) call in a small phone booth, smiling sweetly and saying into the microphone: say it again…say it again…say it again…
I don’t know if anyone else was impressed after seeing it, but I was particularly impressed by that scene anyway. The lines are actually quite simple. But the truth behind them is profound. There are some words that we just can’t get enough of, and we just have to hear them over and over again. When we hear them, it’s hard to express in words the sweetness and happiness in our hearts.
Pan Weijie also said to me: Say what you just said again, okay? Say it again…
I said: Touch me…Lou me…Lou me skillfully…Lou me gently…Lou me powerfully…Lou me savagely…Lou me to death…
The two men were frozen. I think they were both “caught” in that moment.
Then, all of a sudden, they both jumped on me together, hugged me, kissed me, touched me…
My face is getting redder and redder…my heart is beating faster and faster…
The three of us, falling down together…happily…
Warm bodies cuddled together, alive. I couldn’t help but let out a sweet moan. I really felt sweet, painful and sweet: ah… get me… harder… rub me… eat me…
I knew that my moans seduced both of them. Every cell in my body seemed to be aroused by myself as well…
I said, Oh…mmm…oh…conquer me…I love it. Touch me…bad…oh…I can’t take it anymore…you two bad guys…oh…oh…oh…mmmmmm …mmmm…you guys are so good…I’m so turned on…oh…it tickles me so much…
Old K touched my hot face, looked at me, and said, “Gotta admit, I like women who move…
Pan Weijie rubbed my clitoris and said, Yes, a woman who moves is the most beautiful woman in the world…
I said, “Oh. You guys are so bad…I’m itching inside…ah…oh…mmmm…mmmm…lick me will you? Lick me…oh…lick me out loud…
Kay got down on my bottom and stuck out his hot tongue and licked my swollen pearls. As he licked and sucked, he teased my sensitive center with the tip of his tongue. The barrel of the fine pistol from Pan Weijie’s collection was still coming out and in and out of my meaty hole…
Old K said to Pan Weijie, “Come on, Weigang, can you take a break for a while?
Pan Weijie slowly drew his gun. The barrel of the gun was full, full of my mucus, transparent, drawn and shiny.
Pan Weijie brought the gun under his nose, carefully smelling the odor of my moving slime on it…
He said: oh…well 95 ah…well 95…
When he finished, he stuck out his tongue and licked the slime on it bit by bit.
Old K slowly inserted a finger into my wet hole while continuing to tenderly lick my pearls. He licked and licked and licked, licked my private parts, licked me all over…his tongue was so deft, swirling and flexible, wet and warm. Stirring, curling, sucking. At the same time, he gently lifted my breasts with both hands and gently rubbed my hardened nipples with the tips of his thumb, making me feel very comfortable…
He delicately stroked my clit with his fingers. I began to moan. My “pearls” were being rubbed, cared for, loved, and I became even more aroused, my nectar began to leak again, and I wanted it again… I was leaking… and leaking a lot…
Nothing mattered! I began to release, began to come out of my confinement…
His fingers pressed and pinched my clit, making me shiver with excitement with each rub.
I lay there, one at a time, as he pushed me to the peak, to the top of the mountain…I was fucked to the point of exhaustion…I was on the verge of burning out…I climaxed and then went limp under a strong rush. But K refused to let me go…he touched me back and forth, ravaged and tortured me back and forth, pushing and nudging me on to new heights. I remembered the dream I’d had, in which a fat, nice man had taken me hiking, pushing on my backside all the way up the mountain, pushing and pushing forcefully, encouraging me, helping me to the top…
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2 floor large and small published in 2009-3-2407:56AM only see the author I can not help but say: hmm … ah … ah … oh … I was licked by you to the lustful heart … hmm … lust water I’m so excited by your licking…mmmm…I’m dripping with lust…. Oh…it’s so comfortable…that place is so sore…it’s so swollen inside…I want you to top…top…top me…non-stop…
Pan Weijie came over and kissed my cheeks and said, “I’ll top you later. K and I will take turns to top you, okay? We’ll take turns…
I said: mmmm… yes, yes… ah… oh I’m flowing so much…
Pan Weijie says: Yes, you bleed a lot. I like it. Old K likes it too.
I said, He…licked me so good! He drives me crazy…oh…
Panvijay says: Yeah, his tongue is pretty good. Enjoy.
Pan Weijie tenderly touched my neck and ears and licked my breasts.
My body was writhing in Pan Weijie’s hands and under Lao K’s tongue and fingers.
I said: hmm…I’m dying…
Pan Weijie said: You won’t not be able to. You can. I know you can.
I said: ah…say something to me, will you? The more explicit the words…the more turned on I get…
Pan Weijie said: We will slowly mess with you, torture you, gently tease you, rub you, eat you, drink you dry, want you, stir you, penetrate you, lick you, fuck you, rape you hard, rape you over and over again…
The more I listened, the more excited I got. I said, mmmm…I love your exhibitionism…oh…the licking tickles me…mmmm…
My lust was triggered and there was a chain reaction. I wanted to indulge myself. I wanted to let loose with both of them, to indulge, to go crazy.
Old K stopped sucking and his fingers gently patted my pearls, gently squeezing and subtly pinching…
As Pan Weijie continued to lick my nipples, one hand slid underneath me and gently played with my long-wet little meat hole.
I said: stick me…
Pan Weijie deliberately asked me: Where do I stick you?
I said: my…pussy…
Pan Weijie’s fingers slowly reached in, stirred, and pressed hard against my fattened up G-spot. Wave after wave of electricity agitated my nerves. My uterus and heart screamed at the same time, both reaching the limits of their tolerance…
I said: oh…you guys are making me…so comfortable…keep…keep…touching me…penetrating me…fucking me…ahhh …I want to scream…I’m so comfortable…. Stick it in me…keep on…fuck me…fuck me…oh…so swollen…penetrate me…love me and stick it in me and fuck me…don’t hold back…don’t give up! …. Love me roughly. Fuck me. Rape me. Stick it in me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard…
I’m really in love. I went crazy. I’m going to pass out from pleasure almost immediately. Dexterous tongues and fingers, driving me crazy…
I said: make me crazy okay? Ah…oh…mmmm…go crazy with you guys…go crazy on me…oh it’s so intense…my back is so sore…I’m so happy …happy…hmmm! Hurry! Don’t! Good! Oh no! Ahhhh! …
I don’t know what I’m going to say. My mind went blank. I’m a little disoriented and I don’t know where I am.
The first one to really stick his cock in me was Kay, who eased his way in. I concentrated on the experience, savoring that rising pleasure as he entered me minute by minute. That feeling of something rising, and something slippery, loop after loop from my private parts to my body, turning into one hot stream after another, circling around the small of my back, rising up through my spine into the back of my head, stirring and stirring again. I forgot my shame, I rocked my hips obliviously, I moaned again and again, soothing my pleasure, communicating my pleasure to him…
At the same time, Pan Weijie grabbed my breasts. He seemed to know that I needed more intense pressure, more “rough” love, more violent passion, to better burn the surging fire of lust inside me. He held my nipple between his index and middle fingers, and kept rotating it…
He kept kissing me, rubbing harder and harder, rubbing his fingers back and forth over my nipples.
Old K’s cannon ravaged the inside of my pussy, scraping the folds and epidermis of my insides.
Pan Weijie was constantly playing with my pair of breasts, as if it was never enough. My nipples were so excited that they were hardening, and I moaned loudly in excitement, this was the first time I had ever had such a strong feeling…
Again and again my private parts were hit, and each hit gave me a feeling of incontinence. The friction of impact after impact was not killing my itch, but adding fuel to the fire, the feeling of every inch of my body being taken care of made me let out a loud scream again and again, mmmm…. So comfortable…..
Old K attacked lifelessly and stroked hard. Under a powerful round of blistering strokes, I went into orgasm, my whole body spasming with excitement…
Suddenly, like a child, my whole body shook and I cried out, no sound, just sobs. The whole person kept gasping for breath. Tears and sweat, like incontinence, flowed out. All the grievances gathered in my heart, all the bitterness, sourness, saltiness, astringency, and difficulty, all rushed into my eyes. I didn’t hide my emotions and let all the bodily fluids gush out. The tide surged. All my strongest emotions erupted in one moment. All spewing out…
It was a full three minutes before my body, which had been taut as a bow, finally went limp. I was pinned. I was happy. Old K’s bravery continued unabated, and three minutes later, he too erupted. He howled. I felt his howls were more or less desperate. Later I asked him: Why did you scream? He asked me: when do people sing? I thought about it and said: You sing when you are happy. Old K said: Right.
I realized then that it wasn’t despair, it was pure joy, it was pleasure, it was indulgence, it was rebellion, it was choosing not to repress myself!
Old K thoughtfully asked me: Are you coming?
I don’t really know what “come” means, although I can almost guess. I still love to hear K say “bad things”.
I deliberately asked, “What do you mean, “come”?
Pan Weijie said: “To come” is “to arrive” and “to arrive” is “to die”.
Old K smiled and said: Not exactly. I think that the word “come” in the context of sex comes from the English word “come”, which of course, as we all know, has evolved into the homonym “cum” in the e-culture of the Internet since 1997, meaning ejaculation, semen and a woman’s orgasm. “, which means ejaculation, semen, or a woman’s orgasm. These subtle linguistic shifts have always been strictly monitored by me…
Pan Weijie said, “Old K, please, just stop. You’re done cumming and I haven’t even started yet.
Old K hurriedly said, OK, OK, I’ll stop.
Pan Weijie came between my legs and rolled me over so that I was on all fours on the bed, lying on my back, flashing him everything I had…
I wriggled around with everything I had, teasing both of them…I reached down and took hold of Kay’s cock. His cock was so wet that it was actually hard and erect. Old K came to me with his cock right in front of my face. I sniffed his cock, smelling the mixture of his cum and my own fluids on his cock. Well, it wasn’t too bad…it was tempting anyway…it all smelled like sex hormones…
I stuck out my tongue and tenderly licked and stroked his still red and swollen cock. He was enjoying himself, moaning…
Pan Weijie is already thrusting in from the back…
Oh! The sensation was more intense than the positive. I’ve realized another higher level of enjoyment in life.
In the past, I used to think that I was lying on my back, letting my husband penetrate me from behind, this position is particularly “animal”…
One thing I learned today is that, when necessary, you just have to be the animal, you just have to descend to the plane of the animal, and that way, you will get more enjoyment.
Pan Weijie increased his strength, originally his thing was very long, from the back into seems to seem extraordinarily long. He was pushing so hard against me and thrusting into me that it was almost like he was trying to pierce me, making me numb and itchy deep inside.
Old K’s hand kept stroking my shoulder. I let him touch it. He touched me to the point of panic. His hand came to the outside of my pussy and gently rubbed around, touching my pussy lips while stroking Pan Weijie’s big cock that kept moving in and out. Pan Weijie moaned in comfort. Old K’s hand also made me so horny that it was hard to control myself. An unnamed pleasure hit me, and I kept secreting and secreting, like a poor sea shell, constantly gushing mucus from the depths…
My pussy had long been overflowing with lustful water. Pan Weijie pumped it up, making buzzy, buzzy sounds.
He poked and prodded, and I met him at the bottom with his movements: ah…. It feels so good…mmm…mmm…oh…harder…thrust…
My moaning and shouting elicited Pan Weijie’s lechery and he fucked me hard, one at a time. He viciously peeled off my ass. My heart said: Oh, but don’t, don’t get any bad ideas.
Actually, then I realized that I needed fierce love, cool love. I needed to taste (the seafood) so badly.
I said, “Ah…come on…. Do it harder…uhhh…do it. I have to…have to pee…
He heard me say I was going to give out, and with a sudden jerk, he heaved inside, and holy shit! A burst of aching, numbing pleasure hit me. I was in a state of springtime turmoil, and it was hard to contain myself. I had another orgasm! I was fucked to orgasm again! I let out a huge amount of cunt cum…
(Finished! This time even if I eat cashew flowers for a month in a row, my little back has to be sore. Oh.)
Another hard pounding in quick succession and he ejaculated. He ejaculated so strongly! So much!
I was so happy and free. I seem to have courage. My heart is singing, I’m flying…
My blood runs hot and my heart springs…
That quiet afternoon, their hot tongues were all over me. Pistols, fingers, and cocks in every orifice of my body…my heart was beating so hard…I was contracting, spasming, and pleasuring.
By the time it was almost dark, I realized I couldn’t scream anymore. I was too excited. I was over-excited, my lips were weak, my body was weak, but my reactor was still contracting, I was contracting with excitement. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t make any sound.
I know the scene was “sick”. But I was fascinated. Why would I be attracted to something sick? Forget it. I don’t want to get into all this philosophical stuff. I want to be happy! I want a simple life! I want simple, pure joy…
In the meantime, K asked me about my cycle and Poon Wai Kit let me choose my preferred method of contraception. What two considerate bad guys…
I matched the movements of both of them and couldn’t help myself…I lost a full water glass of slime that wonderful afternoon. My back was sore as hell. I orgasmed numerous times. I was happier and more comfortable each time. I loved the feeling of floating on a succession of clouds, from one cloud, to the next…
With both of them, I abandoned all taboos. Various methods, various positions, separately, simultaneously, anything imaginable was done…and I felt the beauty of sex…unspeakable beauty. At this point, I had to recognize the limitations of language. There is so little that words can fully and accurately express!
All I remember now is that I felt joy that afternoon, lots of joy, intense joy, miserable joy. Joy I’d never gotten before. Joy I never even thought about…
We were both wild. I’ve never been like that before.
I hold this body. A moment later, I’m holding that body again.
Wheel wars! Later, I simply held them both, tightly, in the midst of spasms, holding them both…
In some extreme moments, I wanted them both to rub me and swallow me.
Of course they couldn’t swallow me. But I was swallowed by joy.
H.W. INDERPAL wrote in his posthumously published work SURRENDER:
To be happy, you have to learn to compromise, you have to learn to yield to pleasure, to the call of the flesh.
I was a little upset for a few days afterward. I moved house, changed my phone number, and didn’t contact either of them again.
But that afternoon, even if I wanted to forget it, I’m afraid it would be difficult.