I. Overture
Many of my friends and people who knew me on the street said that I was obsessed with the four ladies and that I was going after them… There is no need to deny that I did have the intention of eating them and having fun with them. As usual, I had my hair trimmed once every three or four days.
I had just entered and was greeted by four pairs of eyes and four smiling faces, proving that they all welcomed me.
Especially No. 1, the mysterious expression, intentionally or unintentionally, penetrated to make a smile.
It was Number One’s turn to cut my hair, and the other three were cutting someone else’s hair. I am always decent when I have customers and don’t show them anything.
One to me around the scarf, I am closing my eyes to rest, pretending to take this lunch break look, but feel the back of the neck itchy, like a mosquito bite, a little pain. Is she in the ghost, under the pretext of around the scarf, in the back of my head “operation”. I closed my eyes and pretended not to pay attention, did not show.
The motor rang in my head, her left hand pressed my head, moved to my forehead, nails pinched my ear, snickered. I snorted, “What are you laughing at? Is remembering what program with boyfriend?”
“Fuck you, deadbeat!” She cursed with a light laugh.
I also laughed: “I’m not your deadbeat, give it to your boyfriend!”
“No… no.”
“I don’t believe it. Don’t lie to the children…”
She pinched her ear and laughed quietly, “You’re not a child!”
“So I can’t be fooled…” Suddenly, I felt that she had taken advantage of me… good girl.
When I saw her hiding her mouth in amusement, I said in all seriousness, “You like kids?” She was about to nod her head, and when she looked at me again, I looked at her too. “As long as you know how to give birth, I can guarantee one a year!” She bit her lower lip with her upper teeth, and grabbed me hard on the left side of my face, and I grinned in pain and couldn’t help but whimper in pain!
About the neighboring guests have heard or seen, they are all my acquaintances, all can not help but laugh. The other three hairdressers laughed along with me, only all three of them gave me a blank stare almost simultaneously.
She, a bit shy and happy expression, one side for me to cut my hair, one side in the pulling place gently stroked a bit, asked: “still hurt?”
I shushed, “It doesn’t hurt anymore! And it’s good!”
She beamed, “Then do it again!”
I said, “You can only get pain once, not twice.”
As she trimmed her hair, she cooed, “Bad words! I don’t understand!”
I also said to myself: “How do you know it’s bad if you don’t understand it?” She pretended not to care, only by the dimples of a charming smile.
Hairdresser #3 said to me, as if to his customers, “You men are bad!”
The guests protested: “I’m bad too!”
She said, “Sir… you are a gentleman…”
The guests in number two and four said out loud almost simultaneously, “That means me?”
Number Three swelled red with anxiety and said, “You’re all good guests!”
I cocked my head and stared at Number Three: “It means ‘old man’ is bad!” Number One snorted with laughter, and the other guests and ladies laughed along with him. I said, “Very well! I am bad! I’m a bad guest who won’t dare to disturb the princesses.”
No.1 untied my scarf, pulled me to wash my hair and pinched me: “You’re so bad, your mouth is even worse, what’s the ‘Shih Tzu’, ‘Princess’, is it to talk about and laugh at us?”
I raised the newspaper in my hand and pointed to the movie advertisement of “I Love Xishi” and said: “Any beautiful woman can be called ‘Xishi’, Xishi is an ancient beauty.”
One washed my hair while saying, “You’ll talk, but I won’t listen.”
“It’s hard to be a good person these days.” I sighed: “Saying good things and treating them as bad things…”
The water was almost inside my eyes and I hurriedly closed my mouth. She scratched my head with just the right amount of lightness, really scratching the itchy spot, only the itch in my heart couldn’t be scratched.
Three friends seem to have finished, have gotten up, I waved my hand and said: “I’m all in!” So one by one goodbye and left the salon.
II. First date
I knew that their hair salon was closed on the tenth and twenty-fifth of the month, and I got everything ready and walked to the appointment. I caught a glimpse of Number One already standing under the big tree waiting for me, about saw me and hid behind the tree.
I pretended not to see her and stood under the tree, looking at my watch over and over again, looking urgent and impatient.
In about five minutes, she couldn’t hold her breath, gently walked behind me and snickered. I turned back and pretended to be delighted, as if I had won a treasure: “I’ve waited so hard!”
“You’re so bad!”
“You ladies, you always have to put on makeup, and today you’re dressed so beautifully, are you going to be a bride or a bridesmaid! …”
She laughed shyly and joyfully, “I’m not coming, I’ve been waiting for you for so long and you’re still laughing at me.”
She laughed and ran away.
She ran half a day, looked very tired, I had no intention, once I saw her tired, the heart of a move, will be a trick, asked her to go to the “Biquan Mountain is” to rest or to go to the street hostel, after lunch can nap for a while, she just nodded and shook her head. I study women’s psychology for many hours, know that she was in a contradictory mood, happy and afraid, this subtle conflict, the first date, it is inconvenient to rush.
I helped her to rest on a stone chair, drinking a soda, while swearing to God, the rest place can open two rooms. When I wasn’t looking, she gave me a tug on my thigh, shaking her head and saying, “No… No…”
“Why?”
“You’re bad!”
“God… Amitabha, God, Taishang, Mazu…”
She laughed so hard that she fell crookedly on top of me and couldn’t stop rubbing and squeezing. I suggested going back for dinner and then the movie. She nodded and said she wasn’t hungry and wanted to take the bus, saying cabs were too wasteful. I can’t help but feel a little confused about this chick, not saving money, but her no Miss City vanity. In the car, the front and rear seats are beautiful young lady. Stealing eyes to see that she was secretly paying attention to me, I held her hand as if nothing had happened and closed my eyes.
Back in town, we casually grabbed a bite to eat and then headed into the movie theater. Of course it was a sexy rom-com, the lights were dimmed, and I got the last row of seats that only insiders know about, standing tall and not afraid to have eyes in the back as long as the front row didn’t look back.
I took her hand and pressed it against her thigh, and she squirmed a little, bearing down. The shots on the screen, gradually became bolder, and I could already feel her breathing becoming rapid, her upper body snuggled tightly against my shoulder. I tentatively pressed the hand on her thighs to move a little, gradually moved upward from under the skirt, not a fast attack, but mosquitoes walking bugs like a slow line, her body trembled slightly. When my fingers reached the edge of her panties, she suddenly clenched her thighs and whispered, “No… people can see!”
This is the way of every young girl, but of course I didn’t listen, and whispered in her ear, “Even I can’t see it, and neither can anyone else…” As it happened, there was a couple in the lower right corner of the room who were making out, and the man was moving under the woman’s skirt, so I signaled for her to look. When I asked her to take a look, she smiled down and opened her thighs automatically.
“Gently, don’t get it in…”
That goes without saying. I have my reasons. I pressed on that piece of flesh first, and yikes! It’s wet, and it’s cool and greasy to the touch! What a slutty girl, she couldn’t help but drool before I even moved.
I purposely retracted my hand and asked in my ear, “Little heart, why don’t you go to the toilet and pee in your pants?”
Her face turned red with shame, she gave me a stern look and cursed, “It’s all your…”
“Me? God forbid, it’s the movie that’s too good to be true!”
Shots of men and women making out and going to bed and having sex were appearing on the screen. She buried her head in my chest, pretending that she did not want to watch. I have already at this moment, the pre-hidden pants pocket of the Japanese “Springfield powder” pinched between the index finger, left hand tightly embraced her waist, the right hand into the pants. Her whole body shook a few times, and my two fingers together with the “Springfield Powder” had already entered more than an inch.
I used my “Finger Power” to perform the “Eight Secret Methods of Searching for the Source”, and I made trouble within her square inches. Only two or three minutes, she was cold, shivering, her legs clenched and unclenched, twisting her lower body and grunting frequently. I gesture to withdraw, she again clamped her legs, not let me withdraw. At the same time, her arms also like a snake tightly embraced my waist. My fingers touched the marvelous… first there was a warmth, and then it came out like a flood that had opened the floodgates. Then, her hips pushed upward with force, automatically welcoming me and urging my finger to go deeper. Her nostrils were ragged and a stream of hot air sprayed into my ear.
When I was about to penetrate, I touched the soft flesh that was slightly wriggling, it might be the hymen, I can’t believe it’s still the original, it’s not deflowered! She moaned in pain and sadness, and I lovingly tried to return my finger. But she tightly clamped the trembling legs, the inner surface of a burst of spasms, as if in the contraction, but also like a child sucking on the nipple, a kind of licking sensation, there is suction. I stopped, only with a finger within the slow turn, not long after, a thicker and more greasy hands of liquid roaming out, so that my fingers have the feeling of pinching into a thermos. Her teeth gritted, trying desperately to hold back a sound, while her hands clung hard to my waist, gasping and snuggling into my chest.
Due to the “Springfield Powder” in her inside riot, the strange itch, strange acid, strange numbness so that her eyes almost dripping water, she even intentionally or unintentionally press the hand on my hardened glans. I sink my breath, hold my breath, still can’t stop it from expanding and hardening. She seems to be afraid, surprised, like avoiding snakes, retracted her hand. I secretly laugh, pretending to watch a movie. Sure enough, her hand pressed up again, she also pinched it, through the pants to estimate its length, thickness. I lucked out and kept it semi-hard, and it was already six inches long. She even unbuttoned my pants, want to know the true face of Mount Lushan intention.
I didn’t feel good, if she kept touching it, it would be “stormy” and scare her. The movie was about to end, the lights were coming on, and some of my friends who were quick on the uptake and wanted to be crowded at the end of the show had already left their seats. The couple in the lower right corner of the movie stood up at the same time and left their seats.
I hastily retracted my amused hand, wiped it with toilet paper, and asked in a low voice, “Do you know what that couple will do when they go out?”
“I don’t know…” she gasped.
“Get some rest together.”
“No… I’m afraid!”
“Afraid of what?”
Her hand had answered, grasping my glans by the cuff of my panties. As soon as the glans horse’s eye touched her fingers, tears of joy immediately sprang up. She snickered: “You… you peed too…”
I saw that the lights were coming on and I was busy stroking her for a while, signaling her to sit up. As soon as the lights came on, she hurriedly sat upright.
By the crowd out of only three o’clock in the afternoon, I hold her, like a drunk, I call the car, half-carry her into the car. I whispered to the driver to drive to a secluded hostel, she has fallen in my arms, shaking uncontrollably. I half carried her into the hostel, the waitress smiled and helped me to help her into the last room.
III. First contact
Red-faced and breathless, she collapsed on the bed, her eyes as red as they were, staring at me in disbelief. That kind of gaze, there is terror, there is longing, there is fantasy, there is anxious expectation. Her chest undulating, two points of meat packet, seems to rush out. I leisurely lit a cigarette and sat down next to her. She twisted her lower body uneasily, anxiously looked impatient, couldn’t stop shaking her head, finally, she seemed to be unable to bear it, and it was not good to say anything to me, just staring hard at my thighs.
I leaned over her and gave her a long sweet kiss. She was as passionate as fire, her hands clasped around my neck and stuck out her tongue, her fiery cherry lips had a strong sense of heat. I gently stroked her hair, her face, slowly kissing her forehead and the tip of her nose, nibbling her tongue and earlobes, all teasing, sensual places.
The other side pretends to be a caring older brother taking care of his sister by pulling the covers over her and asking her if she wants a drink of water or to take a nap first.
I pretended to leave, but as if she was afraid that I would run away, she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, her eyes moist with moisture and tears at the corners of her eyes, and just gasping for breath, she could not hold back her words: “Sir… brother… do you really love me?”
I replied with a nod and kissed her.
“You’re not going to lose me, are you?” She stared at me blankly.
I grasped her arms with both hands, gave her a passionate kiss and whispered, “I love you, my little darling… forever… my wife…”
She cried and automatically moved inward toward the bed to let me lie down. She clenched her teeth like she was enduring some kind of pain.
I was ready to light another cigarette as if nothing had happened, she suddenly embraced me, kicked off the covers, wrapped her legs around my legs like a snake, took the initiative to kiss me, and on one side, she untied my tie. I know it is already time, she has been in a contradiction, a thousand ken but instinctive fear, sexual impulse but make her unable to think. What she needed at this point was something she had never experienced and often fantasized about.
I was still afraid of accidents, and asked her, “Do you want me to sleep with you?” She nodded repeatedly, and shyly into my armpit.
As I threw off my tie and took off my blouse, I said, “Good lady, don’t wrinkle your clothes unattractively, you take them off too.”
She wanted to say something, quickly unbuttoned her blouse, and then stopped, frozen as if she was thinking about something.
I stripped down to my sweats and teased her, “Do you want me to do it for you? I’ll turn my back… I’ll turn my back… You take it off yourself, under the covers…” I put the covers back on her, turned my back, and she took off her skirt with a hissing sound.
“Can I turn back?”
“I’m afraid…”
I lay on my back and said, “Don’t be afraid, just get some sleep…” I closed my eyes and rested my mind.
In less than a minute, she moved and put half of the blanket over my body, her voice shaking, “Don’t catch a cold…” I could imagine, but it was true, that she had only her bra and panties left.
I was still wearing my outer pants, and I was a little out of control when my knee moved and touched her soft, slippery thigh. Her whole body shivered, and the bed rattled softly. I asked happily: “Little sister, are you cold? Are you sick? Where is not feeling well? I’ll go buy medicine.”
She shook her head and looked at me gratefully. Finally, she jumped into my arms, shaking, and said, “Brother… brother, you sleep in your pants, aren’t you afraid of… wrinkling them…”
I almost laughed out loud, but I was serious: “No, these are wrinkle-free pants…”
She rubbed her face against my chest and said quietly, “I’ve already taken it off… you take it off too!”
“…” I kissed her ear and stroked her back, “I’m afraid I can’t control it… I’ll take it off when we’re married…”
She wriggled a few times, then suddenly pulled my belt buckle open with one hand: “I want you to take off… now…” She was already pulling my pants down.
I lifted myself up a bit and pulled my pants off, and she dove into my ribs and just laughed. I knew I couldn’t pretend any longer. I looked at my watch and saw that the “Springfield Powder” had only been in effect for about ten minutes, and now was the time when she was at her most impulsive, and it would be too late to do anything about it.
When I intentionally lifted the covers, she hurriedly pressed my hand down, “You’re so bad! Don’t look… don’t move!”
With a cold glance, I saw that her panties were also wet near her pubic hair, and my dick couldn’t hold back from rushing out of my pants.
I wrapped my arms around her tightly and pressed my lower body closer to her, saying, “Yes, I won’t move!” When something hard and angry pressed against her belly, she felt like she had been bitten by a snake: “What is it…” and snuggled closer to me, almost as if her two bodies were merging into one.
My flesh tightened and I held her close, grabbing both “strongholds” with both hands. Hard and soft, nipple elasticity, proved to be a virgin. I couldn’t help but gently rubbed, her whole body shivered, I quickly undid her bra. She said: “so bad!” Hands as if to protect the two “strongholds”, has been my lips sealed her lips, hands really hold the real two points. I pinched, squeezed, rubbed, kneaded her breasts on the method of work, kissed her breathless, she clasped my neck with one hand, one hand tentatively down to touch, as if to pull my thighs, but is touching my angry guy.
“What is it? ….”
“I don’t know!” I gasped, and with a tilt of my head, I took her right breast, holding the other in one hand, sucking, sucking, and biting in unison, and her whole body jerked, and she grabbed my glans violently with one hand, and her lower body pressed up, wet and moist, right on my glans, and I quickly pulled down my panties, and the real gun went off.
“Brother… Brother… Brother… I’m afraid…” she shivered and clung to my chest.
“Afraid of what?” My hand was already moving down to the bottom of her belly. I teased her: “Afraid of being my wife? Afraid I’ll treat you badly… don’t worry, don’t worry…”
“No… I’m afraid of pain… but…”
“Pain? It’s only once, slowly and gently, I’ll apply more lubricant, it won’t hurt…”
“Really? …”
“After this, not only will it not hurt, but you’ll want me to tickle you every day…”
“So bad! I don’t… listen… don’t understand…”
I had become unstoppable and pulled her panties down with one hand. She pretended to struggle, but instead lifted her hips and her panties slid down to her knees, and as she reached to pull them back up, I had already undercut her and pulled them all the way to the bottom, dropping them off the bed. She burst into a fit of giggles and shrank back into a ball.
We mobilized, attacking her tongue and her tits until she voluntarily flattened her body, but her legs were still tightly clenched. I pulled her hand to my dick, and she struggled a few times, squeezing it: “It’s so big… I’m afraid I can’t get it…”
My right hand like lightning moved to her tightly clamped triangle, is already like oil, there is no need to buckle the source of the spring. I tenderly caress her whole body every “sexy belt”, in a side attack way, first gently out of surprise, move the guy from her under the stock to the peach source, the glans rubbing on her stock, she pinched not to let go, do not let it straight into. I raised my body, moved my head to her belly, and pressed it against her navel, sucking and nibbling… Her whole body shivered, and as she tried her best to hold back the itching that came from within, she gasped, “Brother… Brother… Good man… You’re so good to me… Don’t blow on the navel… You can go slow, slow, slow and gentle… Gently… Gently.”
She automatically parted her thighs in a figure-eight line.
I knew that she had been willing to do it for a thousand years, but she couldn’t help it, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I’m not sure how much I’m going to be able to get out of this. The head of my turtle nudged against the little pouch of flesh and after a few strokes, her whole body went numb and she automatically led the way, placing the head of her turtle at the mouth of her little hole and looking at me with a shaky voice, begging for mercy: “Slowly…” with her hands covering her face…
I wiped a bit of drool on my glans and looked at her long, soft, bulging little thing, the two pussy lips already throbbing beside the gap, the milky spring water trickling out, and couldn’t help but grind my glans gently on her pussy lips a few times, throbbing at the little hole. She slightly closed her eyes, two hands to spread the labia, quietly peeped at my dick. Lubricated by the water, I gave a slight push, and my glans was halfway in. She already let out a “yow”, frowning and touching her forehead.
This was the first time, so I must be doubly careful. I moved her legs towards the edge of the bed so that one leg hung down under the edge of the bed, and pinned the other leg under her armpit, and put a pillow under her femur, so that her plump pussy not only stood out distinctly, but also had been extended to its maximum.
Her breathing was rapid and her heart was beating fast, so it was clear that she was nervous. From the enlarged pussy nucleus and the continuous flow of lustful water, we could tell that she was already so impulsive that she could not hold back. She covered her face with her hands, her head bobbing uncontrollably, but through her fingers, a pair of big eyes flickered to me, watching my actions.
I was fully prepared, right up against the core position at a perfect angle. I rubbed the glans around her labia and moved on to her clitoris, rotating it uncontrollably. Her pussy lips were full from my egg-sized glans, like a child holding a cherry. She was stimulated by me in this way, the inside is even more itchy, the powder in the inside of the monster, and the outside of my teasing, my purpose is to entice the enemy deep into the water to the end. Instead, she was too nervous and scared to let me go in for the long haul. If I use the blitzkrieg, the long pain is better than the short pain of breaking into the door, although the pain and pleasure, will make her impression is not good, I also can not bear to do this to her.
Just saw her legs, sometimes contracted, sometimes to straighten, the glans felt sometimes tight, sometimes loose, I only low rotating. Finally, she frequently raised her ass, trying to welcome me in, can also be said to need me to go in to scratch her itch.
She had a lot of lust and her inner surface was lubricated like oil, so I stepped in and pushed inward. When my seven-inch-plus dick was a third of the way in, it was blocked. She frowned, her upward welcoming hips shaking and backing away, her right hand reaching down to hold my sinewy, still more than two thirds of my dick on the outside just shaking her head.
I slightly raise the belly, hold still, bent down on the upper body, both palms pressed on the nipple, a period of rubbing, and gently pinch the root of the breast, has been itching to the bottom of her heart, “ah” sound, the whole body shook for a moment, covering the face of the hand, a hand grabbed my right arm, the bottom of the rushed out of the stream of hot water, buttocks sunk down on the bed. I hand and mouth together, kiss her chin, ear root, rubbing her nipples, lightly tickle the two armpits.
She was frantic, and raised her upper body violently, wrapped her arms around my head, leaned back, and pushed her lower body violently, gasping, “Brother… brother… just push… in… into… into… into… into… into… into… into… into… into… into… into… into…”
I was waiting for this time, my lower body retreated, as if to pull out the glans, but stopped at the edge of the hole, holding her waist with both hands, palms close to the waist eye, ten fingers such as clasping the strings of a zither, just the right amount of scratching her sexy nerves. She thought I was going to pull out, was the most urgent moment, dead or alive, her lower body like a bow like trying to raise, two feet on the edge of the bed, waist slightly bent, pussy as prominent as possible.
Just as she clenched her teeth and kept thrusting her ass upward, I sucked in my breath and my prick slammed down.
She opened her mouth to scream, but my lips sealed it. A series of tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, I don’t know whether it was due to pain and urgency or sadness. She couldn’t stop pushing and grabbing me with both hands, her legs stretched out, and her whole body was pressed down by me.
As she stabilized from a burst of frenzied excitement, I felt my belly pressing against hers and my pubic hair pressing against hers, wet and slippery. Her insides were on fire, her glans was a little numb, and it was like being submerged in water. She and I had synthesized as one, tightly closed, and had reached the bottom. Young girl’s secret place of the silk hot air, is to my horse eyes flow, glans corner is being a circle of flesh around the tight, I do not want to move, only feel the whole body from the tight and slow Shu Tai. My tongue wandered over her cheeks, licking away her tears. Her face slowly turned red and she hugged me tightly, the corner of her eyebrow grinding against my chin, making her soul sick.
“Brother… it hurts… you’re so good.” She spread her legs as wide as she could and tried to twist.
I know that she had a burst of membrane pain has gradually passed, gradually towards the wonderful young woman realm. I gesture to raise the lower body, hand supporting the bed, seems to want to twitch. She wrapped her arms around my neck and did not let go, softly said: “so not moving okay?”
I obeyed her, and pushed inward minute by minute, due to the use of Yin strength, focused on the corner of the glans, like a knife rubbing on the fine flesh of her inner cunt wall, so that she had a sharp tremor. She let out a “yah”, and her ass jerked up again and again, and hugged me by the neck, and pressed me tightly on top of her. “Lulu” sound, the glans straight to the center of the flower, she bit my shoulder, I do not know whether to cry or laugh.
I knew that I had completely conquered her, so I turned my defense into an attack: “Sister, I’m bloated!”
She tilted her head: “Brother, as long as you are comfortable, just move…”
God knows, she did not want me to move a lot of movement, she is also in need, which is exactly the woman pampering lovely place. After holding it in for a long time, I began to implement a total attack, big pumping and sending. She also began to enter this wonderful realm of enjoyment of life, instinctively and automatically held up her lower body, and welcomed.
Seeing her face as red as drunkenness, charming eyes like silk, spring love overflowing appearance, my mood a trance, the essence of a loose, from the spine has been numb to the penis, killing hundreds of millions of spermatozoa. She “ah” sound, legs tight, pussy door tight, a hot stream, from the depths of the peach source surging out.
When my dick withdrew from the warm cunt, she was already soft and puddled, covering her face with her hands and crying silently. Cum, lust and blood flowed slowly from the opening of her vagina.
I knew that she was mourning the loss of her maiden’s treasure, or perhaps she was afraid that I would play with her and then not want her again. An innocent, passionate girl…