About American Travelogue
When I was not in the United States, I always felt that the articles written by Americans were too far away from life. Like what “celestial camp”, “WETT-SHIRTCONTEST” and so on, as if all made up. Even if you are in the United States, you have to integrate into the life of Americans in order to completely understand the life of Americans. This kind of integration is not something you can understand if you live with Americans and everyone speaks English.
The rest of this series, except for the chapter “Beauty Fishing”, which I don’t know where I’m going to add it, like “Happy Tonight”, “SM Convention”, “Thousands of Mate Swapping Events”, etc., are all true, The rest, like “Happy Night”, “SM Convention”, “Thousands of People Attend Partner Swap Event”, etc., are all real. I just fictionalized a few characters throughout the story. That’s why this series is more “memorized” and more “moving.”
of less. Just hope it gives you a reference.
The Promise (name of film by Chen Kaige)
Happy Tonight in the U.S.
As soon as I left the Dallas airport, I saw Ding Jun standing at the exit waiting for me with a smile on his face. As soon as he saw me, he smiled and greeted me: “You fucking finally came, causing me to wait for so long.” I already know his temper, also open mouth scolded: “you can really shameless, you begged me to come to your shitty place, even if you wait a little longer, so what.” Then we all looked at each other and laughed, he helped me carry the luggage and went out.
I asked him: “Has Lynn arrived yet?” Linlin is my middle school classmate, but also my and Ding Jun’s college classmates, the relationship is very good. After we arrived in the United States, we often contacted each other.
Ding Jun said : “She arrived earlier than you, only she actually only brought jeans this time, I have already asked Man Yu to accompany her to buy clothes.”
I asked, “Why are you being so mysterious this time? I’m just jeans and I’m here.”
Ding Jun smiled: “Guarantee you have fun. Fuck you, this time let you to me, eat my, live my, play my, you still have so many opinions.”
I said, “I don’t dare, I don’t dare. What’s the program today?”
“Let’s talk about it when we get home.” He pulled open the car door and let me in.
Along the way I stopped asking more questions and just chatted about my original classmates. About nearly an hour to the place where Ding Jun lives. Once in the door, he pointed to a room and said: “You live here, first go to wash, evening dinner at home, finished before going out.”
I said, “Then I’ll let you do your duty as a host.”
I took a shower, realized I hadn’t brought my panties in, put a towel around me and walked to the living room to get the comb I had in my bag. When I got to the living room, I realized that Manny and Lynn were already back. Lynn was indeed wearing jeans with a GAP TSHIRT. i didn’t feel bad about it, i don’t know what Ding Jun thought about that. Man Yu was bent over picking something from the big bag she just got back. She was wearing a small light colored floral dress, and as she bent over and leaned over, she exposed her entire thigh, and you could almost see her buttocks. Her legs were slender, firm, and had extremely beautiful lines. But was that vaguely peeking out from under the hem of her skirt pubic hair? Could it be that she wasn’t wearing panties?
I was about to take a closer look when I heard Ding Jun say, “He’s coming out.” I turned my head and saw Lynn walking over. She suddenly stopped and pointed at me, laughing. I followed her gesture and looked down, and boy, my dick was already holding the towel up high. By this time Ding Jun and Man Yu were both staring at me for fun as well. I quickly covered my bottom with my hand, and covered up with a little blush, saying: “It’s only human nature, nothing to laugh about! What’s more, with two beautiful women here, especially Man Yu, if I didn’t react, wouldn’t I look like I have a problem? Ding Jun, quickly throw me that small bag to me.”
Receiving the bag Ding Jun threw at me, I quickly went back to the bathroom and dressed up before coming out.
During the meal, they didn’t joke about me anymore, which saved me some embarrassment, except that when Man Yu got up to give me the food, she let me have a full view of the inside of her clothes, and her hidden areolas made me tingle. After careful observation, I decided that she wasn’t even wearing a bra. So, today she is so only wearing a dress outside on the street? I muttered a little in my heart, I didn’t realize that Mannyu was so open.
After dinner, both Lynn and Manny said they wanted to take a shower and change their clothes. We just chatted in the living room and waited for them.
We talked about the time in the country’s street stalls want to taste the bullwhip, but no one dares to open up the order, are pointing at each other and cursing each other cowardice. Ding Jun, as if he remembered something, said to me: “I’ll treat you to a big meal some day. Guarantee your satisfaction.”
I was about to ask for specifics when Lynn came out. I couldn’t help but feel a light in my eyes. Although Linlin was not as tall as Man Yu, she was still one meter six and a half tall; although she did not have fat breasts and hips, she had a very good proportion of body shape up and down. The dress she chose was my favorite red tight-fitting ultra-short dress. The top of the dress was probably made of some kind of “magic bra” or something, with deep cleavage, and the fitted material also showed off her prominent buttocks. I couldn’t see any panty seams or hems, so I decided that if she wasn’t wearing a T-Back, she was wearing nothing at all, just like Maggie.
Then Man Yu also came out. To be honest, I really didn’t want Man Yu to change her clothes when I was chatting with Ding Jun, but now I can relax, Man Yu just changed into a similar short skirt, but it’s just a black silk one.
Man Yu walked up and helped Linlin straighten her clothes and said with a smile, “How is it, my vision is good, right?”
Lynn smiled and said nothing, and reached up and forgot to pull the hem of her skirt down. It didn’t look like she was very used to being dressed like this.
Ding Jun said, “It’s time to go.”
When I got to the car, I asked Ding Jun: “Why are you so formal today? I can’t match these two beautiful ladies in this outfit.”
Ding Jun said: “We went to a party, I call it ‘Happy Tonight’. It’s only my first time going, but I’ve already heard the details from my friends, and they’re helping me get the tickets, so if we do well, we’ll make some money. This is an adult program, Man Yu has already talked to Lynn about it, and I don’t think you’ll be able to avoid adult programs, so I didn’t talk to you about it. Just wait and see what happens!”
I was about to ask some more questions when Lynn came up to my ear and asked me, “Hey, how do I look in this?”
I said, “That’s good. You seem to be in better shape than when you were in college, did you use some kind of ‘no big deal’?” (Note: Please read the story about me and Lynn in college later.) Lynn said leisurely, “I thought you had forgotten. Is it really okay for me to dress like this? Hmph, you also said that you don’t say anything like ‘especially Manu’.”
I was flabbergasted and realized that I had just made Lynn jealous when I praised Manny. I hurriedly said: “Where, only I know you so well, of course I have to let Man Yu beautiful first.”
It was about a forty minute drive and we arrived at a building of some sort in the center of town. Once we reached the thirtieth floor, we followed the directions out of the elevator and entered the venue of the party. The auditorium was in a semicircle and could probably hold about three hundred people, some of whom were already sporadically seated in it. In the center of the semicircle, there was a large empty area with a platform and a few sofas, probably for the host and special guests.
We found a seat and sat down, Ding Jun said to me: “You know, Americans are very open, but also generous, play open. So in case you are called up, don’t push back and embarrass us.”
I said, “Don’t worry. In fact, when you think of foreigners so generous you can accept, you should know that if you are also like that, others will not feel strange. To put it mildly, it’s good to have a thicker skin.”
One by one the audience filled up. As soon as eight o’clock rolled around, the lights dimmed, then there was a burst of percussion, followed by dry ice, and then the presenter stepped out of the dry ice. We had to shout along with the rest of the audience.
The host waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then raised the microphone: “Hello everyone, I’m Mike. I’m here to host the thirty-eighth installment of ‘Happy Tonight’. Every time we have a new topic, every time we have a prize to give away. Today our topic is about couples. Raise your hand if you’re here as a couple.”
Hullo there were about 40 or 50 couples. Mike then signaled his assistant to distribute some kind of cardboard or something to the couples.
Mike continued, “I’m going to choose five pairs from among you to come up here. If you don’t want to come up, please put your hands down.”
I looked around and no one put their hands down except the ones that got the cards, and next to me Ding Jun still had his hand up in the air and ended up with a queen of spades.
Waiting for the cards to be split, Mike said, “Please come up with the queen.”
Ding Jun, so excited to be there, gave me a laugh and pulled Man Yu to the stage. There were four couples in total on stage.
Mike took out a slip of paper, opened it and then said, “Today is Mr. and Mrs. Spades as the main couple with the help of the other three couples. Let me explain the rules, our program is to test the level of understanding between couples, I will ask some questions, first the husband alone to answer, his wife has to wait in the background. Then the wife will come on stage and answer. If the answers are the same, the Ding Jun couple gets two hundred dollars for one question, if there is a difference, not only they don’t get the prize money, the wife has to take off one thing on her body.”
I don’t know who asked aloud, “What if we get naked?”
Mike smiled wickedly, reached behind the couch and said, “Good question. We don’t pay our two hundred dollars for nothing. If you’re naked, we’ll have the computer randomly pick one of you to come up here and play with Mrs. Ting for two minutes.” It was only then that I noticed an LCD screen behind the couches.
As soon as the rules were finished, the audience became excited. Lynn twisted her head to look at me: “No way?!”
Her face was a little red.
It was my first time to come to this kind of program, and I was very surprised, but I still said, “Nothing, there are many such programs in the United States, haven’t you ever seen them?”
Lynn thought for a moment: “That’s true, but I wouldn’t dare to go up there if I were called. If I lose, I’ll have to give it to someone else.” I had to say: “Remember the point I told you? As long as he can make you comfortable, you think of it as going to a massage therapist to massage. But it is a kind of up and down, front and back, inside and outside of the full massage just.”
On stage Mike introduced the four couples first, they were Mr. and Mrs. Kent, Mr. and Mrs. David, Mr. and Mrs. Martin, plus Ding Jun and Man Yu. Manyu was first taken backstage by her assistant and on stage Mike started asking questions.
“First question: what is your wife’s bra size?” Mike asked.
“33C,” Ding Jun answered crisply, and it looked like the two hundred dollars had arrived. There was also a lot of chatter on the stage.
I poked Lynn with my elbow, “Who’s bigger, you or her?” Linlin glared at me and said: “About the same, why?” “Nothing, I just remember you seem to be eighty-odd centimeters, I do not know whether you have grown in the past two years.”
Mike went on to ask the second question, “Does your wife enjoy giving you oral sex?”
“She… rarely offered to give me oral sex, she had to be told to do so. What is that…? All I can say is that she rarely volunteered to give me oral sex, but she definitely didn’t object.”
Mike said, “It’s okay, our questions are not just yes or no, right or wrong answers. As long as it’s right, it’s okay. Question three, does she like anal sex?”
“Not like that.” Ding Jun replied without hesitation.
“Question four, how long is your penis when erect?”
“Fifteen centimeters.”
“Not bad, average length. Question five, what’s the longest you’ve ever had sex? Or should I ask: From the first time you stick it in, to the time you ejaculate, what’s the longest you’ve been able to fuck your wife? We have a three-minute range for this question. If you say 30 minutes, then anything between 27 and 33 minutes is correct.”
Ding Jun thought for a moment: “I haven’t really counted, about twenty minutes!”
Mike said, “Thank you, Mr. Ting. Now we’ll ask your wife to come out and sit on the sofa over there.”
The audience was in an uproar. I heard a black guy next to me ask his friend, “There’s only five questions, so what’s there to take off. I’d love to see that chick get fucked.” His friend pointed at him, “You’re stupid too.
Last time there was one who didn’t get any of the five questions right, while some got all ten right. The important thing is to see if the chick herself is willing or not. And I see that Mrs. Ding is wearing less, so if she gets one or two questions wrong she’ll probably be naked.”
By this time, Manny was already on stage, standing in front of the microphone, with her back to the sofa and the screen, facing us. Mike was already asking questions: “Mrs. Ting, you’re well aware of the rules, shall we start now?” Manyu nodded.
“May I ask what your bra size is?”
“34B,” Manu replied, and the room cheered, then in unison, “Strip! Take it off!
Take it off…”
Mike smiled and said to Man Yu: “Mr. Ding said your bra is 33C.” Mr. Ding also interjected and asked Manny: “Last time I asked you, you told me it was 33C, and I also bought you a CK underwear, which is 33C, how did it become 34B?”
Man Yu said: “When did you ask me? I work out every day, it’s normal for my breasts to get bigger. What a pain in the ass. It’s wrong.”
Mike said, “Mrs. Ting, as a rule, you have to take off one thing on your body. Please take it off!”
I saw that Man Yu was hesitant and looked back at Ding Jun, who also just shrugged and said nothing.
Lynn said next to me: “Americans are really boring, engaged in these things, but also blindly.” I said: “‘Warmth and lust’ is not wrong at all. Foreigners are idle boredom, engaged in things we have not seen in the country, even thought not even thought of. It’s not bad to grow up.” I stared at Linlin again and said jokingly, “If it were you up there, I’d be up in arms too. Because I have not seen you naked for a long time.”
Lynn slapped me lightly on the face: “You go back to dreaming!”
Suddenly, the audience was screaming again, and I hurriedly looked at Man Yu. To be honest, if I wasn’t afraid of Linlin’s jealousy, I would have been the one to yell “take off”. I heard Mike say, “The rules are what you have to take off, but it’s not against the rules if you only take off your shoes. Hey… we’ll just have to continue.”
Lynn said, “I have my reasons. Sorry, please continue.” My heart was a pang of disappointment, I didn’t expect Manuela to pull this stunt. I saw a sea of disappointed faces next to me.
“Okay, question number two, do you enjoy sucking your husband’s cock?”
“I rarely initiate, not because I don’t like it, but because he’s always in a hurry, and he asks for it before I can initiate. I guess that would count as liking it.”
“Let’s just say you’re correct. Mr. Ding, remember, your wife likes to give you oral sex.” Mike thought for a moment and looked over at Ding Jun, then he continued, “Question three, do you like anal sex?”
Manuel thought for a moment, “My husband tried two or three times to stick it in me from behind, but I felt so much pain and burial that I said ‘no’.”
When the answer came out, there was another chorus of chatter on the stage. Someone shouted, “The question is too simple.”
Mike replied hopelessly: “I didn’t come up with the questions, and besides, this is only the first part of our program, so don’t be in a hurry.” He then asked Manuela: “We are now on question four: How long is your husband’s penis when erect?”
I saw that Manuela was getting a little anxious, and she said, “I usually just hold it, bite it, and lick it. If I hold it, I know it’s about this long.” Man Yu also said with both hands folded together than a little. She went on to say, “If I bite it, I know about where the bottom is, too. I don’t think this question has anything to do with whether I know him or not, because I do know how long he is, I just never asked for the real size.”
Mike said: “Mrs. Ding, you know the rules of the game, we also said, if you do not want to do, do not raise your hand, and our second part is more exciting, now you look like we can hardly do ah.”
Manu was seen whispering something in Mike’s ear, Mike thought about it, nodded, called an assistant, gave a few instructions, and the assistant went off stage.
“Folks, please don’t be disappointed. Mrs. Ding said she knows what she is going to do, and will absolutely follow the rules, but it’s her first time here, she is a little nervous, I hope you all give her a chance to get used to it first.” Mike was there with his eyebrows raised: “Mrs. Ding also suggested a way to measure Mr. Ding’s length and also take the opportunity to relax and unwind, which I think is acceptable.”
At this time, his assistant carried a box up, open on the stage. I could not see clearly, fortunately, Mike immediately introduced: “Here are about 20 kinds of dildos, Mrs. Ding will pick a similar and Mr. Ding ‘public’ in the mouth, point out a scale, and then we use a ruler to measure it. If it’s right, we move on to the next question, and if Mrs. Ting gets it wrong, she’ll immediately take off a piece of clothing.” He then looked back at Man Yu and said : “Mrs. Ding, this time don’t take your ears off to deal with us.”
Manuela smiled, nodded, and walked over to the case and started picking out the dildos.
Linlin pushed me with her hand again: “These foreigners are really something, and Man Yu is not simple either. I just don’t understand why Man Yu has to perform in public when she can just guess a number. Ding Jun doesn’t seem to care at all.” I said: “Man Yu probably think that the public take a dildo is also better than naked it.”
“Strip naked? There’s one question left and it’s not hard, so how can you get naked?”
I glared at Linlin: “Do you really not understand or not? I think Manuela really went on stage in a vacuum. One mistake and you’re out of luck. Besides, she doesn’t know what’s underneath, so how can she guarantee she’ll be right?”
Linlin glared at me: “Who stares at women all day like you.” Then she realized that my eyes were on her breasts, blushed and said, “What are you looking at? I’m wearing underwear.”
“I only look at you if you’re good looking, and besides I don’t look at women, do I look at men?” I countered.
On stage, Manu finally spoke up: “I’ll pick this one.”
Manuela picked out a cream colored plastic dildo, about twenty centimeters long, with a corrugated exterior.
Manuela held up the plastic plaything and signaled her choice to the audience from left to right, then brought the glans of the dildo up to her mouth and stuck her tongue out herself to lick the egg-sized object. Her tongue sometimes picked vertically at the underside of the glans (said to be the most sensitive part of a man’s body), and at other times she placed the dildo horizontally in her mouth and circled her tongue up to rub the entire glans.
I just felt a burst of heat in my lower body, and my erect penis had already pushed up my pants. Lynn whispered “eek”, and then said to me: “Why is she like this?” I said: “Why?” Lynn said, “Doesn’t she feel unnatural in front of all these people?” I asked a rhetorical question: “If it were someone else, you watch this party, the big deal is the same as watching a XXX video, you will still care about the hero and heroine in it is who, how do they look? It’s just that you know Man Yu. But if she doesn’t care, what do you care?”
Lynn said, “I don’t feel good anyway.”
By this time, Manuela had inserted the dildo into her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around the plastic object, her head moving back and forth, grinding the fake thing, and taking it out to lick it again from time to time.
Lynn poked me again and said, “Mannyu seems to want to know more than just a length, yo. She’s putting on a show!” I laughed: “Don’t you like to watch? I bet you’re wet.” Lynn blushed and said, “I’m sure you’re reacting too.” I said, “Of course. It would be strange for me not to have a reaction to such a sexy performance.”
On stage Manuela pulled out that wet dildo, pinched a spot and said to Mike, “Probably here.”
Mike took the prick and handed it to his assistant. Shortly after, the assistant announced: “15.2 centimeters”. The audience screamed, “Wrong!” Mike, however, reluctantly announced that the difference of 0.2 centimeters was within the permissible range.
Mike said to Manu, “Mrs. Ting, you’ve let our audience down once again. But let’s proceed to the fifth and final question of the first stage.” Manyu nodded. Mike asked, “When you made love, what was the longest time it took from the time your husband penetrated until he ejaculated for the first time?”
Manyu thought for a moment: “About an hour.”
There was a cheer from the stage. This is so far from Ding Jun’s answer that Man Yu must have taken one off. Lynn asked me strangely, “How can this be wrong?” I asked: “Do you remember how long we screwed?” Lynn a little less natural, but still said: “About an hour. I don’t remember much.” I said, “I don’t remember either, mainly because I didn’t do any serious math. That’s why it’s not a good question to answer.”
Mike also got excited and said to Man Yu: “Mrs. Ding, this time your answer is so far from your husband’s that you have to take off a piece of clothing.” Then he said to the audience, “Let’s have a round of applause.” There was a lot of applause and cooing from the audience.
Man Yu looked back at Ding Jun, and I saw Ding Jun nod. I was secretly happy in my heart. If I didn’t look away, if Man Yu took off one piece, she would immediately become completely naked.
Man Yu gently unbuttoned a button, her whole body exuding an irresistible charm. My heart was filled with anticipation.
Manyu undid another button and then twisted her shoulders, exposing her entire left shoulder. Then while twisting her waist, she smoothly undid the last button in front of her chest. With a twist of her right shoulder, her entire right shoulder was exposed again. She braced her hands on her chest to keep the whole dress from sliding down in one fell swoop. Her whole body began to wriggle rhythmically, her hands slowly moving downward, first revealing her cleavage and two semi-circular breasts. I was expecting a non-stop uproar, but realized that the audience was staring intently at Manuela. Probably these viewers who had seen too many American women taking off their clothes were still captivated by Man Yu.
I mentally screamed, “No, no.” Just hoping I was right. Sure enough, I saw the dark brown areola, and then following the swing of Manuela, two hard nipples like grapes popped out of the dress. I was in ecstasy, and the rest of the audience, as excited as I was, shouted out a rhythmic chant, “Oooo, oooo, oooo, oooo, oooo.”
I took a moment to ask Lynn, “Do you know how to undress like this?” Linlin shook her head: “I don’t know how. And I don’t have a body as good as Manny’s.” I said, “You have a great body! This kind of undressing can really turn men’s heads, why don’t you take this time to get Man Yu to teach you.” Lynn asked, “Does it really work?”
I said, “Are you just staring at Manu? Look around.” It turns out that some of the men around us can’t help but comfort themselves through their pants, and some of the women have their hands in their panties (if they wear panties at all).
By this time, Mannyu’s dress had fallen to her waist and I was staring intently at the inverted triangle. As Man Yu twisted left and right, the dress slid over her pelvis and dropped out a few handfuls of dark hair. The foreigners seemed to look even crazier, probably because they didn’t expect a woman who had just made excuses not to take off her clothes to actually not wear underwear, and their desire to see Man Yu’s nude body was first doused with cold water, only to be teased by Man Yu at that moment. I suddenly thought that Mr. and Mrs. Ding Jun probably applied the technique of “Ice and Fire” to their lives.
Without further hesitation, Manuela let go of her hands and the dress fell to the floor, presenting her perfectly nude body to the audience.
The bowl-shaped breasts were plump and firm, there wasn’t a trace of extra flab on the tiny waist, the rounded muscles on the to-be legs and calves lined the perfect lines, and the pubic hair had been carefully trimmed down to a thin inverted triangle of cones.
Lynn said to me, “Close your mouth, okay?” I giggled a little and closed my mouth, but I also realized that there were a lot of people who couldn’t close their mouths.
Mike was overjoyed and said to Maggie, “Mrs. Ting, you’ve really made our day!” Then he turned to the audience and said, “Let’s take a break and move on to the next part in five minutes.”
Man Yu walked naked to Ding Jun and sat down next to him, and I remembered Ding Jun, and I felt a little ashamed, but it’s human nature to emphasize sex over friends, so my heart felt a lot better. I saw Ding Jun raised his eyebrows at me and asked me what I thought of it, so I gave him a thumbs up and waved it.
Five minutes passed quickly, and Mike raised the microphone and said: “Now we are going to the second part. Mr. and Mrs. Ding Jun have already received six hundred dollars, but in the second part, we have three questions, as long as the answer to one question correctly, there will be one thousand dollars in prizes. Now begin.” After saying this, his assistant pushed a bed onto the stage. On one side of the bed were two armrests, not knowing what they were for. Mike said, “Four men, please come here.” He was referring to Kent, David, Martin and Ding Jun, who had gotten the “Q”. They stood up and walked over to Mike.
Mike said: “Now we test Mrs. Ding’s oral skills. But it’s the mouth down there. Four of you will have sex with Mrs. Ting in turn for two minutes, and Mrs. Ting will decide which one is Mr. Ting based on the performance of each of you. Of course, if Mrs. Ting can tell which one is Mr. Ting first, the rest of you won’t have to try again. Now please get ready, and also ask Mrs. Ding to get ready backstage.” The four men prepared, and Manuel was brought backstage by Mike’s assistant.
Lynn and I were both a little surprised. Although we both knew that the program was an adult program, we didn’t think that there was such a thing like exchanging sexual partners. My hand unconsciously went to Lynn’s leg, and she let go of that faint diaphragm from the parting and kept touching my hand.
David was the first to take off his pants, his crotch prick standing up early. He did a bodybuilding pose that earned him many cheers from the women but boos from the men. Kent’s was probably about twenty centimeters, thick and long.
He had to run his hand through it a few times before the thing stiffened up though. Martin looked solid, not realizing that his crotch was still limp after half a day of fucking. Once he signaled, Mrs. Martin knelt in front of him and sucked his cock. Ding Jun was the one who took off the slowest, and it looked like he wasn’t very used to this kind of public stripping game. Mike’s assistant even brought over a few pieces of cloth to cover the mouths of the four men, afraid that they would make noise and affect the results.
Manuela was brought out as naked as ever, her eyes covered with a black cloth. The assistants took her to the bed and made her lie down with her bottom towards the end with the armrests. The two assistants helped to brace Manu’s thighs while Mike took a bottle of something and poured it into his hand and walked in front of Manu. But he looked at Maggie’s bottom and told everyone with a grin, “I didn’t realize that Mrs. Ting was already so wet that she didn’t need lube. We can start now, but I’d like to remind everyone again that masturbation is not allowed here. Anyone who breaks the rules will be thrown out.”
He pointed a hand at David, who nodded and couldn’t wait to push up his manhood into Manu. That’s when I was sure that the handrail was designed to allow a man to make his way up. David thrust, Manu moaned, and Mike’s assistant was well alongside with a camera, and what appeared on the huge screen was a close-up of the two men’s intersection. I could clearly see that Manuela’s bottom was dripping wet, and David was moving in and out freely. I looked at a few more of the men on the stage; Kent was fully erect and was staring at the big screen with his wife’s arms around him; Mrs. Martin had stood up and was using her hands instead to keep Martin’s erection; I couldn’t tell from Ding Jun’s face that he was aroused, or that he was unable to eat. Looking around again, the vast majority of people were staring blankly.
Suddenly Mike yelled, “Time’s up!” There was a sigh of relief in the seats.
Mike asked Man Yu: “May I ask Mrs. Ding if she can be sure if this is Mr. Ding?” Maggie shook her head. Mike said, “Number two”. He pointed to Kent, who stepped forward with gusto and plunged in. A loud moan came out of the speakers right next to the big screen from Mannyu.
I whipped my head around to look at Lynn and asked her, “Are you still as much of a screamer now?” She whacked me again and didn’t say anything.
Two minutes went by quickly, and this time, without waiting for Mike to ask, Manuela said, “He’s not my husband, and his is bigger than my husband’s.” It was true.
Martin was next. Lynn smiled and asked me, “You’re not going to be like him now, are you?” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I don’t know how it happened, as soon as he left the stimulation, he immediately went soft. This is only a few steps, he stood in front of the bed, but still have to use his hand to hold the head of the glans, in the pussy next to Manny back and forth to look for stimulation in order to quickly get an erection.
Before Martin could insert it, Manny spoke up: “I’m sorry, sir, you definitely wouldn’t be my husband. If it were him, he wouldn’t have a full erection by now.”
Martin blushed and didn’t know what to say. Mike said, “Since Mrs. Dinh is sure you’re not, we’ll have to proceed.” Martin stepped aside to a chorus of regret.
The only one left was Ding Jun. He walked over to Man Yu and held his rod upright with his hand, thrusting in and out. I could see that he was using the nine shallow and one deep method and knew that Man Yu would understand. I said to Lynn, “He’s using the ancient Chinese art of room sex, does that count as cheating?” Linlin glared at me, “What else do you know besides that?” I came to her ear: “Try it tonight and you’ll know.” Linlin said: “Come on!”
But I realized that “something is up”.
Sure enough, Manuela said, “Most foreigners only know how to change positions and thrust, but they don’t realize that there is indeed a technique to it. My husband is very good at this, and he’s definitely the last one to do it.”
That’s how I got a thousand dollars, it’s so easy. I said to Lynn, “Next time, we’ll come and join in when we’ve practiced.” Lynn said, “I’m not open enough to be watched by so many people. You do it yourself!”
Mike removed the cloth covering Lynn, helped her out of bed, and then said to everyone: “Mr. and Mrs. Ding Jun have successfully obtained sixteen hundred dollars. Let’s take a break, and then we’ll move on to the last part of the day.”
During this break, I asked Linlin, “What do you think of Ding Jun and Man Yu? Think they have a problem?” Linlin sighed and said: “The original these things are considered obscene, rotten. But after being in America for a long time, I’ve been feeling them out. Sex is just a way to connect with friends. As long as everyone is having fun, there’s nothing wrong with it.”
“You think so?” I vaguely remember this being the point of view I told Lynn when I was in college.
“Of course. But even though I can figure it out, I can’t really do what Manuela did with several men at the same time, and perform it for so many people to see. But…” Lynn looked at me: “It’s really exciting.”
I reached up under her skirt, and sure enough, she was already a big wet mess. I asked Lynn, “Can we go over our college homework tonight?”
She smiled slightly : “That’s up to you.”
I put her hand on my crotch, which had already been pushed up, and said, “Did you perform okay?”
“Besides.” She blushes a little, looking drunk on me.
Mike started his hosting again: “Now it’s time for our last session of the night, which is similar to the one we just had, except this time it’s Mr. Ting who will be messing with these four ladies. Two minutes each, and if you can name the first one as Mrs. Ting, you’ll get a thousand dollar prize.” He looked at Ding Jun who was maintaining his erection and said to his assistant, “Okay, blindfold and earplug Mr. Ding. Although these earplugs have excellent features, please ask the four ladies to try to keep their voices quiet.”
He watched as Ding Jun got ready and pointed a finger at Mrs. Martin. Mrs. Martin smiled and stripped as she went, stripping her upper body first, her ample breasts welcoming a gush of applause. Then she pulled off her jeans, leaving her with a pair of tiny panties. She sat down on the bed, facing the audience, legs together, crossed her legs and smoothly removed the only small panties. Then spreading her legs, she displayed that bright red bottom in front of our eyes. Our cheers got louder.
Satisfied with the applause from the audience, she turned around, set her legs on those two handrails, and waited for Ding Jun with her legs crossed.
Mike’s assistant took Ding Jun to the bed and told him to put his hands on the armrests so he could push, then lifted his rod to Mrs. Martin’s hole. Ding Jun twisted his hips, found the right spot, and thrust in.
The big screen was still focused on a close-up of the two men’s lower bodies, and Mrs. Martin’s labia were very dark in color, and by the looks of it, her vagina was wider as well. Foreign women at her age, which one is not a battle-hardened? What surprised me was that Ding Jun was able to insert it so smoothly. Normally, this kind of woman wouldn’t lubricate without some teasing.
As if Mike had solved the problem for me, I heard him tell the three remaining ladies: “Everyone, get ready. I was negligent, if you need lubrication, the light green bottle on the table is, if you do not need lubrication, please lubricate yourself first.”
Manuel probably didn’t need it, she just stood there quietly. David and Kent’s wives didn’t bother to get the lube either, while Mrs. David massaged her own bottom through her skirt, Mrs. Kent simply took off her pants first and had Kent squat down in front of him, crossing one leg over Kent’s shoulder, and Kent, of course, understood his wife well enough to stick out his tongue and lick it away.
Two minutes, just enough to warm up. I watched as Ding Jun was reluctantly prevented from continuing his thrusts by Mike’s assistant, and Mrs. Martin was reluctant to just let her newly aroused arousal die out, but had to get up.
Next up was Manny, she walked naked to the front of the stage with modeling strides, then turned on a dime, turned her back to everyone, and slowly bent over. The room was silent, and Manny’s delicate pussy, held between her legs, was the center of attention. Under the lights, the love-slicked privates were bright and blinding.
We hadn’t seen enough, but she had straightened up and walked to the bed.
Ding Jun followed the steps, inserted a painful. On the one hand, Mrs. Martin did not put on clothes, but also bent down, and Martin played “doggy style”. David was not idle either, one hand wrapped around his wife’s breasts from behind, the other hand from his wife’s ass back into, I can not see what he was doing. Mrs. Kent probably couldn’t support herself on one leg and was now lying on the floor letting Kent suck her off.
Before I had time to turn my attention back to Ding Jun, the time was up and it was Mrs. Kent’s turn to get on. She didn’t have to do much more than get right up on the bed, spread her legs, and brought that love juice and spit mingling down in front of Ding Jun.
My attention was no longer on the bed, but on the other six men and women. Martin was now lying on the floor, and Mrs. Martin was rubbing her breasts with her hands and “watching the ball with a stick”. Mrs. David had also stripped naked and was lying on the floor playing “69” with David. The most pathetic is Kent, drooping half-soft, half-hard thing stupidly looking at Man Yu, as if asking: “Can we?” Manuela ignored him as if she hadn’t seen him, leaving him standing there awkwardly, pathetic.
Finally, Mrs. David was replaced with Mrs. Kent. All I could see was that as soon as Mrs. Kent went down, she was asked by Kent to crouch down and suck his cock. Martin and the guys continued, David didn’t really demand anything from Manu like Kent did, but just leaned on his five-fingered brother for comfort.
There were four pairs of naked men and women on the stage, with only Manuela free, and the others busy with their own “sexual” interests.
Soon the two minutes were up, and Mike’s assistant helped Ding Jun untie the cloth around his eyes and remove the earplugs. Still with that erect penis, Ding Jun turned back to look at his wife and then said to Mike, “I think the second one is my wife. First of all we’ve been together for a while and it does feel like it. Besides, hers is the tightest.”
Mike wasn’t surprised, just congratulated him on getting another thousand dollars. Then he wrote a check to Ding Jun. I couldn’t help but sigh again : “It’s so beautiful to have fun and make money again.” Lynn glared at me without saying anything.
Mike said to the group, “Thank you all for joining us, that’s all for today’s formal program, but you can stay and continue to watch.” He craned his head to see that Ding Jun and Man Yu were already dressed, and Mr. and Mrs. David were getting ready to leave, leaving Mr. and Mrs. Martin and Mr. and Mrs. Kent still lingering. “It looks like there’s still something for everyone to see, and our photographer will continue to be there for you. Thanks again for coming.” With that Mike left.
Ding Jun and Man Yu came back to sit beside me. Man Yu seems to be a little embarrassed, Ding Jun asked us: “Hey, you do not have any adverse reactions, will not think we are some kind of weirdo, right?” I said: “No, Lynn does not feel anything, but she said she dared not do this.” Lynn nodded. Manuela said, “It’s hard to get started. When you go to a nude beach, or participate in some activities that require nudity, and you see how natural everyone is, you’ll feel nothing.”
I glanced over at the stage, Martin was on his final push, and Kent was practicing the “old man’s wheelbarrow”. Within a few moments, Martin pulled out and ejaculated on his wife’s face, who grabbed Martin’s penis and shoved it into her mouth, licking it up. Everyone says that a woman with cum on her face is very sexy, so Kent probably didn’t have long to support himself before he came.
Then look at the side there is no one, probably looking for a place to go to solve their own physical problems to go. Ding Jun said: “Let’s go too!”
On the way out, I asked, “Is this program really going to pay? Isn’t it too easy? People can buy this as a small lottery ticket. If you win, you’ll get money, and if you don’t win, you’ll still get to watch.” Ding Jun told me, “This program will be videotaped and then sold to some TV stations or made into a video for distribution.” I was shocked and said, “I can understand and accept this, but aren’t you afraid of being seen by others?
Especially in the Chinese community.” Ding Jun said : “We’ve considered all this, but foreigners pay more attention to this. If you don’t want to, the release will mosaic your face. So don’t worry. I have friends here who have already made a deal. If you get picked today, a staff member will come and ask you.”
I shook my head : “It hasn’t been that long, and you’re having more fun than I am.”
Ding Jun said : “Our change happened in a photography class, and I’ve scheduled that into your itinerary. The day after tomorrow we’ll go to a course on SM, but first I’ll send you to the place where I’m taking the photography class.
I know the teacher there pretty well, so if you go and listen to a free session, you’ll probably understand why we’ve made a difference.”
“You guys can be really, really interested in SM.” I said.
Ding Jun told me: “Next Sunday is the SM lovers event, the annual fur festival held in Sanfan City, Fasong Street, SM conference is the aftermath of the festival program. We don’t like SM, we just want to know some information.”
On the way back to the car, I kept wondering if I could get close to Manny. Although it’s “a friend’s wife is not to be bullied”, “once or twice is fine”. And Manny is so open. But I never dared to make this “joke”. Man Yu and the stranger, after all, we do not know each other, but I am their friend, to see each other every day ah. Not to mention the fact that Lynn was on the other side, so I couldn’t say anything.
When we arrived home, we all went to bed separately, I don’t remember much about the details, except that Lynn was lying obediently by my side when I woke up the next day.
August 1999
Wuji Erotica Chiku
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