About American Travelogue
When I didn’t come to the United States, I always felt that the articles written by Americans were too far away from life. Like “Astro Camp”, “????”. ? -????? ???????” etc. It seems to be all made up. Even if you are in the US, you have to integrate into the American life to understand it completely. This integration is not something you can understand by living with Americans and everyone speaking English.
The rest of the series, with the exception of the “Beauty Fishing” chapter, which I don’t know where I’m going to add yet, is real, like “Happy Tonight,” “The? The rest of the chapters, such as “Happy Night”, “??? convention”, “thousands of people attended the partner exchange event”, etc., are all real. I’ve just fictionalized a few characters throughout the story. Therefore, this series is more about “remembering” and less about “moving”. I just hope to provide you with a reference.
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 greeted me with a smile, “You’re finally fucking here, causing me to wait for so long.” I already knew his temper and opened my mouth to scold him as well, “You’re shameless, you begged me a hundred times to come to this shitty place of yours, so what if you waited a little longer.” Then we all looked at each other and laughed, he helped me carry my luggage and headed out.
I asked him, “Has Lynn arrived yet?” Lynn was my middle school classmate, and also my and Ding Jun’s college classmate, and was extremely close. We also often contacted each other after we arrived in the United States successively.
Ding Jun said, “She arrived earlier than you, only she actually brought only jeans this time, I’ve asked Man Yu to accompany her to buy clothes”
I asked, “What are you being so mysterious this time? I could have just jeans just like that too.”
Ding Jun smiled, “Guarantee you have a good time. Fuck you, this time I let you guys come to my place, eat my food, live my food, play my food, and 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 lived. Once inside, he pointed to a room and said, “You live here, go wash first, eat at home at night, finished in out.”
I said, “Well, let’s let you do your part as a host.”
I took a shower, realized I hadn’t brought my panties in there, put a towel around me and walked to the living room to get the comb I had in my bag. It was only when I got to the living room that I realized that Manuela and Lynn were already back. Lynn was wearing jeans and a GAP T-shirt, but I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, so I wondered what Ding Jun thought. Man Yu is attached to pick something from the big bag she just got back. She was wearing a small light-colored floral dress, and as she bent over and attached herself, she exposed her entire thighs, and you could almost see her buttocks. Her legs were slender, firm, and had extremely beautiful lines. But was that vaguely exposed from the hem of her skirt pubic hair? Was she not wearing panties?
I was about to take a closer look when I heard Ding Jun say, “She’s coming out.” I turned my head and saw Lynn walking over. She suddenly stopped and pointed at me and laughed. 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, ”It’s only human nature, there’s nothing to laugh about, right? What’s more, with two beautiful women here, especially Man Yu, if I don’t have a reaction, wouldn’t I look like I have a problem instead. Ding Jun, quickly throw me that little bag of mine.”
Receiving the bag Ding Jun threw at me, I quickly went back to the bathroom and dressed up before coming out.
They didn’t joke about me during the meal, 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 the hidden areolas made me feel excited. 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 now.
After dinner, both Lynn and Manny said they wanted to wash up and change their clothes. We just chatted in the living room and waited for them. We talked about how we wanted to try some bullwhip at a street stall in China, but no one dared to ask for it, and we all pointed at each other and cursed each other for being timid. Ding Jun, as if remembering something, said to me, “I’ll treat you to a big meal that day. You will be satisfied.”
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 Manu. Then Mannyu came out too. To be honest, when I was chatting with Ding Jun, I really didn’t want Manny to change her clothes, but now I was relieved to see that Manny had just changed into a similar short skirt, but in black silk.
Man Yu walked up and helped Linlin straighten out her clothes and said with a smile, “How about that, I have a good eye, don’t I?”
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.”
Only when I got to the car did I ask Ding Jun, “What’s the point of being so formal today? My outfit doesn’t match these two beautiful ladies.”
Ding Jun said, “We’re going to a party I’m calling ‘Happy Tonight’. I’m only going for the first time, but I’ve already heard the details from my friends. Tickets are also a friend’s help. If you do well, you can even make some money back. This is an adult program, Man Yu has already talked to Linlin, I think you won’t avoid adult programs, so I didn’t tell you. Just wait and see what happens.”
I was about to ask more when Lynn came up next to my ear and asked me, “Hey, how do I look dressed like this?”
I said, “That’s great. You seem to be in better shape again than you were in college, did you use some kind of ‘no big deal’?” (Note: See later story about Lynn and I in college.)
Lynn said leisurely, “I thought you’d forgotten all about it. Is it really okay for me to dress like this? Hmph, and you said nothing about saying things like ‘especially Manu’.”
I was flabbergasted and realized that I had already made Linlin jealous when I praised Man Yu just now. I hurriedly said, “Where, it’s just that I know you so well, of course I have to make 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. When we got to the 30th floor, we got out of the elevator and followed the directions to the party. The auditorium was in the shape of a circle, with a capacity of about three hundred people, some of whom were already seated in it sporadically. In the center of the circle, 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, and Ding Jun said to me, “As you know, Americans are open and generous, and have fun. So wait in case you are called up, don’t push back and disgrace us.”
I said, “Don’t worry about that. In fact, when you think of foreigners being so generous that you can accept it, you should know that others won’t be surprised if you’re like that yourself. To put it mildly, it’s good to have 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 fresh topic, and every time we have prizes to give away. Today our topic is about couples. If it’s a couple coming together, please raise your hand.” Hooting and hollering there were probably forty or fifty couples. Mike then signaled his assistant to hand out some kind of cards or something to the couples. Mike then said, “I’m going to choose five couples 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 who got the cards, and next to me Ding Jun still had his hand up in the air and ended up with a spade?
Waiting for the cards to be split, Mike said, “Please get the ? s up.”
Ding Jun was so excited that he gave me a laugh and pulled Man Yu to the stage. There were four couples in all on stage. Mike took out a slip of paper, opened it up and then said, “Today it’s Mr. and Mrs. Spade as the main couple with the help of the other three couples. Let me get the rules out of the way, our program is a test of how well the couples know each other, I will be asking questions that will first be answered by the husband alone, his wife will have 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 do they not 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 out and pointed behind the couch and said, “Good question. We don’t get our two hundred dollars for nothing. If we get naked, we’ll have the computer randomly pick one to come up here and play with Mrs. Ting for two minutes at will.” It took me a moment to notice that there was an LCD screen behind those couches.
As soon as the rules were said, the audience perked up. Lynn twisted her head to look at me, “No way?!” Her face was a little red. It was also my first time to come to this kind of program, and I was very surprised, but I still said, “It’s nothing, there are plenty of such programs in the US, haven’t you seen them before?” Lynn thought for a moment, “That’s true, but if I were called, I wouldn’t dare to go up there. In case I lose and have to screw someone else.” I had to say, “Remember the point I told you? As long as he can make you comfortable, just think of it as getting a massage from a masseuse. It’s just a full massage up and down, front and back, inside and out.”
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. Man Yu was first taken backstage by an assistant and on stage Mike started asking questions.
“First question: what is your wife’s bra size, please?” 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 elbowed Lynn, “Who’s older, you or her?” Lynn glared at me and said, “About the same, why?” “Nothing, I remember you were like eighty-something centimeters, I don’t know if you’ve grown in the past two years.”
Mike went on to ask the second question, “May I ask if your wife enjoys giving you oral sex?”
“She …… will rarely offer to give me oral sex, she has to ask me to do it. What does that count as ……? All I can say is that she rarely volunteers to suck my dick, but she’s definitely not against it.”
Mike said, “It’s okay, our questions aren’t just yes or no, right or wrong answers. As long as it’s correct. 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 it this way, how long is the longest you’ve been able to fuck your wife from the first time you stuck it in until you ejaculated? 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 couch over there, please.”
The audience was in an uproar. I then heard a black guy next to me ask his friend, “Only five questions, so what’s left to take off. I’d love to see that chick get fucked somewhere.” His friend pointed at him, “You’re dumb enough 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 you get one or two questions wrong, you’re probably going to be naked.”
By this time Manny had gotten on stage and was standing in front of the microphone with his back to the couch and screen, facing away from us. Mike was already asking questions, “Mrs. Ting, you’re well aware of the rules, shall we begin now?” Manyu nodded.
“May I ask what your bra size is?”
“34B,” Manuela replied, and the room cheered, followed by a chorus of “Strip, strip, strip…” in unison.
Mike smiled and said to Man Yu, “But Mr. Ding said your bra is 33C yo.” Ding Jun also interjected and asked Manny, “Last time I asked you, you told me it was 33C, and I even bought you a piece of CK’s underwear, which is 33C, so 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 nuisance, wrong ah.”
Mike said, “Mrs. Dinh, 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 from the side, “Americans are so boring, getting into these things and making a fool of themselves.” I said, “‘Being satiated is not wrong at all.’ Foreigners are just idle and bored, and engage in things that we have not seen or even thought of at home. It’s not bad to grow up.” I stared at Lynn again and joked, “If it were you up there, I’d be fooling around too. Because I haven’t seen you naked in a long time.” Lynn slammed me lightly across the face, “You go back to dreaming you.”
Suddenly there was another scream from the audience, and I hurriedly looked at Man Yu. To be honest, if it wasn’t for the fear of Lynn’s jealousy, I would have been the one to yell, “Take it off! I heard Mike say, “The rules are what you have to take off, but it’s not a violation if you only take off your shoes. Hey…, we’ll just have to get on with it.”
Lynn said, “I have my reasons. I’m 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 beside 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 went on to ask, “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’.”
As soon as the answer came out, there was another chorus of chatter on the stage. Someone just shouted, “The questions are too easy.”
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 rush.” He then asked Manuela, “We are now on question number four, how long is your husband’s penis when erect?”
I could see 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.” As she said this, Manny even folded his two hands together and compared them. She went on, “If I bite, I also know roughly where the very bottom of him is. I don’t think that question has anything to do with whether or not I know him anymore, because I do know how long he is, I just never asked for the real size.”
Mike said, “Mrs. Dinh, you know all the rules of the game, and as we said, don’t raise your hand if you don’t want to, and we’ve got a much more exciting second part, it’s hard for us to do it now that you’re like this.”
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. Ting says she knows what she’s getting into and will absolutely follow the rules, but it’s her first time and she’s a little nervous, so I hope you’ll all give her a chance to get used to it first.” Mike was there with a raised eyebrow, “Mrs. Ting also suggested a way to gauge Mr. Ting’s length and an opportunity to relax and unwind, which I think is acceptable.”
At this time his assistant carried a box up, opened it and put it on the stage. I couldn’t see it clearly for a moment, but fortunately Mike introduced it right away, “There are about twenty kinds of dildos of all sizes here, Mrs. Ding will pick one that’s similar to Mr. Ding’s ‘in public’ and hold it in her mouth, pointing out a scale, and then we’ll 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, don’t take off your earrings to deal with us this time.”
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 needs to perform in public when she can just guess a random number. Ding Jun doesn’t seem to care at all.” I said, “Man Yu probably thinks that holding a dildo in public is also better than getting naked.”
“Strip naked? There’s one question left and it’s not hard, so how can you get naked?”
I glared at Lynn, ”Do you really not understand or are you just pretending? I see that Manuela really went on in a full vacuum. One mistake and it’s light. Besides, she doesn’t know what topic is underneath, so how can she guarantee that she’ll be right?”
It was Lynn’s turn to glare at me, “Who stares at women all day like you.” Then she realized that my gaze was lingering on her chest, blushed and said, “What are you looking at, but I have underwear on.”
“I only look at you if you’re good looking, besides I don’t look at women, do I look at men.” I countered.
On stage Manuela finally spoke, “I’ll pick this one.”
Manny picked a cream colored plastic dildo, about twenty centimeters or so, and with a corrugated exterior. Manny held up the plastic toy, signaled her choice to the audience from left to right, and then stuck the glans of the dildo in front of her mouth, sticking out her tongue to lick the egg-sized object. At times her tongue 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 erection had already pushed up my pants. Lynn let out a little “eep” and then said to me, “Why is she doing that?” I said, “What?” Lynn said, “Doesn’t it seem unnatural for her to do that in front of all these people?” I asked rhetorically, “If it were anyone else and you watched the party, big deal, the same as watching a ??????? s videotape, would you still care about who the hero and heroine in it are and how they look? Only that you know Manu. But if she doesn’t care, what do you care?” Lynn said, “I don’t think it’s very good anyway.”
By this time, Mannyu had inserted the dildo into her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around the plastic item, her head moving back and forth, grinding the fake thing, and taking it out to lick it again every now and then. Lynn poked me again and said, “Manny seems like she wants to know more than just a length, yo. She’s putting on a show.” I laughed, “Don’t you like to watch? I’ll bet you’re wet.” Lynn blushed and chimed in, “I’m sure you reacted too.” I said, “Of course. I’d be surprised if I didn’t have a reaction to such a sexy performance.”
On stage Manny pulled out that wet dildo, pinched a spot and said to Mike, “Probably here.”
Mike took the dildo and handed it to his assistant. Shortly after, the assistant announced “15.2 centimeters”. The audience screamed “Wrong!”, but Mike reluctantly announced that the difference of 0.2 centimeters was within the allowed range.
Mike said to Manu, “Mrs. Ting, you’ve let our audience down once again. But let’s move on to question five, the last question of the first phase.” Manyu nodded. Mike asked, “When you made love, what was the longest time it took from the time your husband penetrated until he first ejaculated?”
Manuel thought for a moment, “About an hour.”
There was a cheer from the stage. This was so far off from Ding Jun’s answer that Man Yu must have taken one off. Lynn asked me curiously, “How could this be wrong?” I asked, “Do you remember how long we screwed?” Lynn was a little less natural, but said, “About an hour. I don’t remember much.” I said, “I forget too, mostly because I didn’t really bother to do the math either. So it wasn’t a good question to answer.”
Mike also perked up and said to Manuela, “Mrs. Ting, this time your answer is so far from your husband’s that you’ll have to take off an article of clothing.” Then to the audience, he said, “A round of applause.” There was a lot of applause and uproar 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. Man Yu undid another button, 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 Mannyu. I mentally screamed, “No, no.” Just hoping I was right. Sure enough, I saw the dark brown areolas, and then following Mannyu’s swing, two grape-hard nipples popped out of the dress. A wave of ecstasy went through me, and the rest of the audience, as excited as they were, shouted a rhythmic call, “Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh.”
I was busy asking Lynn, “Do you know how to undress like that?” Lynn was busy shaking her head, “I can’t. And I don’t have a body as good as Man Yu’s.” I said, “You have a good figure. Taking off your clothes like this will really turn men’s heads, why don’t you take this time to find Man Yu to teach you.” Lynn asked, “Does it really work?” I said, “Are you just staring at Man Yu? Look around.” It turned out that several of the men around us couldn’t resist comforting themselves through their pants, and some of the women had their hands in their panties (if they wore 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.
Man Yu no longer hesitated, her hands loosened and her dress fell to the floor, her perfectly nude body presented to the audience. The bowl-shaped breasts were plump and firm, there was not a trace of extra fat on the small waist, the rounded muscles on the thighs and calves lined the perfect lines, and the pubic hair had been carefully trimmed, leaving only a thin inverted triangle cone.
Lynn said to me, “Close your mouth will you.” I giggled a little and closed my mouth, while realizing that there were plenty of people who couldn’t close their mouths.
Mike was also overjoyed and said to Manu, “Mrs. Ting, you’ve really made us happy.” Then turning to the audience, he said, “Everyone take a break, we’ll do 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 to everyone, “Now we are going to the second part. Just now Mr. and Mrs. Ding Jun already got six hundred dollars, but in the second part, we have three questions, and if you answer one correctly, you will get one thousand dollars. Now begin.” After saying that, his assistant pushed a bed onto the stage. This bed also had two armrests up on one side, not sure what they were for. Mike said, “Will the four men please come over here.” He was referring to getting the “?” of Kent, David, Martin and Ding Jun. They stood up and walked over to Mike.
Mike said, “Now we test Mrs. Ting’s oral skills. But it’s the mouth down there. Please ask four of you in turn to make love to Mrs. Ting for two minutes while Mrs. Ting decides which one is Mr. Ting based on each person’s performance. Of course, if Mrs. Ting can tell which one is Mr. Ting first, the rest of you don’t need to be trying. 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 prick standing up early across his body. 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 frustrate his hand a few times before the thing stood up though. Martin looked sturdy and didn’t realize that after half a day of screwing himself that straddle thing was still limp. As soon as he signaled, Mrs. Martin knelt in front of him and sucked his cock. Ding Jun was the slowest one to take off, and it looked like he wasn’t very used to this kind of public stripping fun. Mike’s assistant also brought over a few pieces of cloth to cover the mouths of the four men, fearing 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. Two of the 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 Manuela’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. Those who break 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 the men on the stage again, Kent had a full erection and was straddling his wife and staring at the big screen; Mrs. Martin had stood up and was using her hand instead to keep Martin’s erection; I couldn’t tell from Ding Jun’s face that he was aroused, or that he couldn’t get enough. Looking around the room again, the vast majority of people were staring blankly. Suddenly Mike yelled, “Time’s up,” causing a sigh of relief in the seats.
Mike asked Mannyu, “May I ask Mrs. Ting if she can determine if this is Mr. Ting?” Maggie shakes her head. Mike said, “Number two.” He pointed to Kent, who stepped forward with gusto, and with a thrust of his waist, he 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.” Which was true.
Martin was next. Lynn smiled and asked me, “You’re not going to look like him now, are you.” I took a look and couldn’t help but laugh out loud as well. I don’t know how it happened, but as soon as he got away from the stimulation, he immediately went soft. It was only a few steps, he stood in front of the bed, but he had to use his hand to hold his glans back and forth next to Manny’s pussy looking for stimulation to get an erection quickly.
Before Martin could thrust in, Manny spoke, “I’m sorry sir, but you definitely wouldn’t be my husband. If it were him, he would not have a full erection by this time.”
Martin blushed and didn’t know what to say. Mike said, since Mrs. Dinh is sure you’re not, we’ll just 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 tell he was using the nine shallow strokes and knew that Man Yu would understand. I said to Lynn, “He’s using an ancient Chinese room technique, does that count as cheating?” Linlin glared at me, “What else do you know besides that?” I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Try it tonight and you’ll see.” Linlin said, “Don’t come”, but I realized, “It’s a good idea”.
Sure enough, Manuela spoke up, “Most foreigners only know how to change positions and thrust all the time, but they don’t realize that there is indeed technique involved. My husband is very skillful, this last one is definitely for him.”
It was so easy to get a thousand dollars that way. I said to Lynn, “Next time we practice we’ll join in.” Lynn didn’t have the heart to say, “I’m not open enough to let so many people watch. You’re on your own.”
Mike knotted the cloth covering Lynn and helped her out of bed, then said to the group, “Mr. and Mrs. Ding Jun have successfully obtained sixteen hundred dollars, take a break and then we’ll proceed to the last part of the day.”
Taking advantage of this break, I asked Linlin, “What do you think of Ding Jun and Man Yu and the others now? Think there’s something wrong with them?” Lynn sighed and said, “It turns out that all these things are considered lewd and rotten. But after spending a lot of time in America, I’ve been infected by them too. Sex is just a way for friends to bond. As long as everyone is having fun, there’s nothing wrong with it.”
“Do you think so?” I vaguely remember this being the point of view I told Lynn when I was in college.
“Of course. But as much as I can think about it, I couldn’t really do it if I had to screw several guys at the same time like Manuela did, and perform it for so many people to see. But ……” Lynn looked at me, “that would really get the ‘sex’ going.”
I reached inside her skirt and sure enough it was already wet. I asked Lynn, “Can we go over our college homework tonight?”
She smiled slightly, “Let’s see how you do.”
I put her hand on my long jacked up crotch and said, “Behaving okay?”
“Besides.” She blushes a little, looking drunk on me.
Mike began his hosting again, “And now for our final segment of the evening, much like earlier, except this time it’s up to Mr. Ting to screw these four ladies. Two minutes each and a thousand dollar prize for anyone who can name the first one as Mrs. Ding.” He looked at Jun Ding who was maintaining an erection and said to his assistant, “Okay, blindfold Mr. Ding and put earplugs in his ears. 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 the 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, Mrs. Martin’s labia were dark in color, and by the looks of it her vagina was wider as well. Foreign women to her age, which is not a hundred battles. What made me wonder 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 just for me, he was heard telling the three remaining ladies, “Everyone get ready. It was an oversight on my part earlier, if you need lube, it’s in that light green bottle on the table, and if you don’t need lube, 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 Manu, who walked naked to the front of the stage with the stride of a model, then with a turn, turned her back to this group and slowly bent over. The audience was silent. 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 could 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 on the bed, spread her legs, and bring that love juice and spit mingling bottom to 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 of all was Kent, who was looking at Man Yue with his half-soft, half-hard thing hanging down, as if asking, “Can we?” Manuela ignored him as if she hadn’t seen him, leaving him standing there awkwardly and pathetically.
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 tested his five-fingered brother for comfort.
There were four pairs of naked men and women on the stage, only Manuela was free, the others were busy with their own “sexual” interests.
Soon the two minutes were up and Mike’s assistant helped Ding Jun undo the cloth around the main’s eyes and remove the earplugs. Still with that erection against his cock Ding Jun turned back to look at Tai Shang 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. Plus hers is the tightest.”
Mike wasn’t surprised, just congratulated him on 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 the David’s were getting ready to leave, leaving the Martin’s and the Kent’s 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 also returned to sit beside me. Man Yu seemed a little embarrassed, so Ding Jun asked us, “Hey, you guys don’t have any bad reactions, you don’t think we’re some kind of weirdos, do you.” I said, “No, Lynn doesn’t think anything either, it’s just that she said she wouldn’t dare be like this.” Lynn nodded. Manny said, “Everything is hard at first. When you go to a nude beach, or to some event that requires nudity, and you see how natural everyone is, you’ll think nothing of it.”
I glanced over at the stage and saw that 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 physical problems. Ding Jun said, let’s go too.
On the way out, I asked, “Does this program just really pay? Isn’t it too easy? People could just buy this like a little lottery ticket. If you win, you get money, and if you don’t win, you get to watch.” Ding Jun told me, “This program is going to be videotaped and then sold to some TV stations or made into a video for distribution.” I was taken aback and said, “Although I can understand and accept this, aren’t you afraid of being seen by others? Especially in the Chinese community.” Ding Jun said, “This is something we’ve all considered, but foreigners take this more seriously. If you don’t want to, the issuance is going to beat your face with grunts. So there’s no need to worry. I have friends here, and it was all said and done long ago. 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 go to a class on SM, but first I’ll drop you off at the place where I take my photography class. I know the teacher there very well, so if you go and listen to a free session, you’ll probably understand why we’ve changed.”
“You guys are really something, with all the interest in SM.” I said.
Ding Jun told me, “Next Sunday is a big event for SM enthusiasts. The annual Fur Festival is held on Fasong Street in Sanfan, and the SM convention is an after-party to the festival. We don’t like SM, we just want to know about it.”
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, I don’t remember much about the details, except that Lynn was lying obediently by my side when I woke up the next day.