Three Joys

Chapter 9

In past months, my aunt has been teaching me how to please a man despite being a man. But now, in this very moment, I find that none of the things I learned during those days can be applied to this man lying behind me.

As soon as he entered, my entire body felt a fiery heat in his grip. He held me tight, not letting me escape his touch. It seemed as he wanted to leave a lasting impression on my body, his large manhood pressing against my buttocks as he slowly pushed in.

My aunt said, the 'kao' opening is like a woman's vagina, it can automatically secrete lubrication, No matter how tight it is, it can accommodate a male manhood, but his thick shaft is so huge, I could feel it stretching me to my limits. I tried to struggle, but he held onto my arms, thrusting deeper into my hole. It was as if he wanted to claim my soul, my body trembling as he hit the spot that sent shivers down my spine. I gasped at the forceful entry, his powerful strokes leaving me breathless.
He was in control, and I couldn't help but let out a moan as his meat pounded away at my rear ends.

He held me tightly from behind, our breaths syncing as he thrust deep inside me. I could feel every inch of him filling me up, his powerful thrust leaving me gasping for air.
I was so close to losing myself in the heat of the moment, my body trembling with pleasure. He slowed down, his hands holding onto my wrists as he pressed me down onto the bed.
He then straightened up, and I could feel his cock slipping out of me. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for his next thrust. He slammed back into me, his thick shaft stretching me to my limits once again. I could feel my legs trembling underneath me, his momentum carrying me away into a whirlwind.

He pressed down on my shoulder, not allowing me to escape or turn around. I knelt in front of him, with my lower body raised. In this position, he could penetrate deeply. Despite being "kao", which differed from most people, my narrow waist and hips made it challenging to accommodate such a massive cock. Each movement felt like a blade cutting through me. He seemed to be aware of this, but he didn't stop, and it felt as though he were drawing a bowstring, and I had no choice but to endure this torment.

I bit the sheets, and I could feel the cock inside me becoming thicker and more robust. He continued thrusting dozens of times, causing my entrance to become swollen and dripping with water. However, he hadn't reached the end. Suddenly, he pulled my hands behind my back and forced me to arch my waist. "Mmm!" I gasped for breath as an intense sensation overwhelmed me, nearly causing me to faint.

He paused and asked, "Is it here?"

In the act of 'kao' and 'xie' intimacy, there's no need to point it out; the 'xie' possesses the innate ability to detect the precise location of the knot and target it where it held the most significance. As Xu Changfeng asked this question, it finally reminded me that he was, after all, a 'Chang ren' an ordinary man.

My eyes welled with tears, my breath grew heavy, and he pressed deeper. I let out an unexpected cry, my voice trembling as I softly replied "Yes."

Engaging in such intimacy required entering the Yin knot, a prerequisite for completion. Without being a 'xie' finding this knot could take several attempts in a single night. This made the experience somewhat tormenting for those who are 'kao' with 'Chang ren,' as they were usually unwilling to pause. My Yin knot was quite deep, and the birth canal was narrow, so he lifted me from behind, positioning me atop him, spreading my legs with his hands. Without giving me a chance to breath, he forcefully entered my passage.

"No, no... Ah!" My instincts took over, and I found myself in a frenzied struggle, as if attempting to break free. He, on the other hand, firmly gripped me with one hand, and when I kicked my legs, he intensified his fucking. "Ah!!" The pain made me cry out loudly. In that instant, it was as though I had surrendered control of my own body. I felt stripped bare, with all thoughts, people, and things-no matter whose they were-fading into insignificance in that intense, all-consuming moment.

He held me tightly in his arms, taking a deep breath, and thrust in once more. I felt as if my flesh and blood had been mixed together, and the pain was excruciating. I could tell he had reached my Yin knot; his member pressed firmly against my virginity ring, slowly cutting and tearing the narrow wall. There was a rush of heat, and I smelled the smell of blood. With my eyes lowered and trembling, I saw a solitary crimson droplet trickle down from my thighs, plunging into the sea of red.

He paused, breathing heavily, showing signs of passion. But at this moment, I felt like I had been tortured to the brink of my life. Tears and hot sweat mixed on my face, clinging to the tips of my hair.

"Stay in this position," he said to me, "Don't move."

I wanted to move, but I couldn't. My knot clung tightly to him, and each gentle thrust sent electrifying waves coursing through my entire body. The sensations were even more intense than before, and I could vividly imagine how his manhood looked inside me. Before our union, I knew that achieving the culmination was not a one-strike affair and I understood that this night was far from over.

He placed me back on the bed, positioning a jade pillow beneath my waist. As before, he gripped my waist firmly and initiated a vigorous thrust from behind. My fingers clenched, and I bit down forcefully on my teeth. I had known from the beginning that the first time would be painful, but, he, born a warrior, displayed a remarkable intensity even beyond that of 'Chang ren.' It turned out that the tenderness from earlier was a facade, and now, this intensity was the real thing.

By this stage, his fiery manhood had broken through my virginity ring, and every thrust was directed squarely at the knot. He displayed an unrelenting vigor, not holding back at all. Apart from the searing pain, I gradually felt a burning sensation with every forceful entry. When he pressed against me, I could feel the weight of his testicles striking against my rear.

"Mmm, mmm... Mmm..." I whimpered, my body swaying in unison with his every movements. Sometimes he was incredibly forceful, eliciting shivers and cries of pain from me. Yet, he refused to slow down, continuing his relentless attack until the end. His determination intensified, and the sounds grew even more fervent, causing the entire bed to tremble. Finally, he tightly grasped my waist and delivered a conclusive, powerful thrust into my knot, as if he were delving not only into my body but also into my very soul. It was followed by a warm release.

My eyes widened, my chest heaved, and my lower region seemed to throb with an inexplicable urge to urinate, nearly losing control. Following this, I lay face down on the bed, struggling to regain my composure and catch my breath. He remained on top of me, and the room was filled with the lingering aroma of dripping candles. My tears had not yet dried. In that moment, my heart felt void, and my mind resembled a blank canvas.

After a brief rest, I sensed that his dick had grown hot and hard again. He lifted me from waist and whispered in my ear, "One more time." Throughout the night, his presence was predominantly silent, conveyed through actions more than words. When he made me turn over, he did not allow me to see his face. His chin rested on my shoulder, his hands holding my lower abdomen, and he slowly entered me from the side. I was cradled against his chest, my back pressed against the rhythm of his heartbeat. It became evident that I was the only one experiencing uneasiness from beginning to end.

This time, the pain was not as acute, but the intense heat lingered. His member, rigid as an iron rod, delved deep with every entry. He had located the position of my knot and continued to fuck it relentlessly. I pressed my lips tightly, my mouth filled with a sweet, salty taste. Eager to complete the act, he forcefully pressed my legs together, causing my inner walls to constrict. He proceeded to thrust slowly, penetrating my knot with each deliberate motion.

The torment continued until midnight. This time, he penetrated deep, never leaving my passage. As he released himself, he filled me entirely, leaving me trembling with tears streaming down my cheeks. Subsequently, he withdrew from my body, lifted the red bed curtains, and simply walked away.