Seafaring Spring Delights 2
“Ah…” The aching emptiness in her pussy was instantly filled by the massive cock she’d been craving day and night. The intense pleasure drew an involuntary moan from Xue Yan’s lips.
Su Mengqing, who’d been chatting with her, couldn’t help but ask, “Yan-jie, what’s wrong?”
“N-nothing…” Though she knew Su Mengqing was in the same boat—and had even gotten a live show from Wang Yue just moments ago—Xue Yan still felt deeply embarrassed. She and Su Mengqing weren’t that close, after all.
“Nothing?” Su Mengqing furrowed her brow. Xue Yan’s expression had already seemed off earlier, and now she’d actually cried out. How could that be nothing?
Something clicked in Su Mengqing’s mind. She sank down quickly, diving underwater. With a pulse of true qi to clear her vision, she spotted Wang Yue lounging horizontally in the water, hands gripping Xue Yan’s plump ass as he thrust his cock into her pussy, one relentless stroke after another.
Wang Yue noticed his little aunt too and flashed her a toothy grin. But his hips didn’t miss a beat, pounding away at Yan-mama’s scorching hot saucy pussy with rapid, unyielding strokes.
Su Mengqing rolled her eyes at him, kicked her legs, and resurfaced. She swam over to Xue Yan’s side and whispered, “Relax and enjoy. I’ll cover for you.”
As she spoke, those long, shapely legs of hers spread wide beneath the surface, straddling Wang Yue’s face. She even slipped off her own swimsuit bottoms.
How could Wang Yue turn down such a gift? He immediately latched his mouth onto his little aunt’s fresh-out-of-the-steamer bun pussy, licking and nibbling greedily. Meanwhile, he kept fucking Yan-mama’s saucy little pussy without pause.
Above the water, the two women faced each other. Su Mengqing wore a playful half-smile, while Xue Yan’s cheeks burned with shy allure.
It wasn’t that Xue Yan had thinner skin than Su Mengqing—it was just that getting caught red-handed in her illicit affair with Wang Yue left her at a natural disadvantage.
Seeing Xue Yan like this, Su Mengqing teased, “So, Yan-jie, how’s our Yue’er’s big dick treating you?”
Xue Yan wasn’t one to back down either. She shot back, “Weren’t you the one getting fucked so hard you were squealing like crazy just now? Why ask me?”
“But he’s fucking you right now.” Su Mengqing laughed. “How about you lend me that big dick? I’ll tell you exactly how it feels.”
“In your dreams. You already had your fun. It’s my turn now.” Xue Yan had no intention of yielding. If Wang Yue pulled out of her pussy at this moment, she’d go mad from the torment.
“Fine, fine. Who am I to argue? You’re basically his mom too, so it’s only right for the little brat to show you some filial piety.” Su Mengqing said it on purpose.
Xue Yan fired back without missing a beat. “No way, no way. Compared to a real aunt like you, a stepmom like me is nothing.”
…
Their banter sounded like jabs, but it was all harmless teasing. Far from straining their bond, it spiced things up.
Plus, with the same little rascal toying with their pussies right now, they felt like kindred spirits in a weird way. Despite not being close before, the two women bonded quickly in this bizarre situation, soon chatting like sisters.
As his form evolved further, Wang Yue’s cock grew even more formidable. The water’s resistance slowed his thrusts a bit, but Xue Yan couldn’t hold out long. She shuddered and came hard.
Savoring the double bliss of orgasm and creampie, Xue Yan suddenly felt something shoved into her hand. Then her pussy went empty.
She lifted her hand and saw it was Wang Yue’s swimsuit bottoms, peeled off her. Glancing down, he was already gone.
“That damn brat. So irresponsible.” Su Mengqing grumbled. Xue Yan had been fucked to ecstasy, but she’d been left teetering on the edge by her nephew’s tongue—and now he’d just ditched her.
Luckily, she’d been satisfied once on the boat already, so it wasn’t unbearable.
Meanwhile, after slipping away from his little aunt and Yan-mama, Wang Yue rocketed from the depths toward his next target.
Sneaking around like this wasn’t as freewheeling as his usual romps, but the thrill of possible discovery added a tense excitement. Fucking just one Yan-mama wasn’t nearly enough.
His next mark: Aunt Chen Rong.
He’d already scoped her out, about twenty meters from Yan-mama and his little aunt, in a gray bikini. Not as voluptuous as them, but plenty tempting.
Better yet, Wang Xin and Wang Yue were right there with her. Fucking her under her daughters’ noses? That’d crank the tension and thrill to eleven.
Like a sleek shark, Wang Yue circled wide around the women and sped toward Chen Rong.
But in his haste, he missed her turning toward the steps, climbing aboard, and calling out to her eldest, Wang Xin, to take her spot and watch the little ones.
Half a minute later, Wang Yue neared his goal. Looking up—“Auntie” was still there, sexy figure, gray bikini, all good.
He dove in from behind, closing stealthily.
Up close, something felt off. The ass was just as round and perky, legs toned and long, but… not quite matching his memory of Auntie.
Lust clouding his brain, he shoved the doubt aside. His instincts wouldn’t fail him. Hands on.
This time, bolder: he yanked down “Auntie’s” bottoms in one go, buried his face between her thighs, and kissed her pussy. Smooth, practiced.
Then… shock.
This pussy was butterfly-shaped like Auntie’s, but pinker, tighter-seamed. The taste was all wrong.
Wang Xin, fresh in her mom’s spot, yelped at the ambush. Hands flew between her legs, shoving at Wang Yue’s head.
Wang Yue reacted lightning-fast to her sister’s cry and flailing. Thinking some sea beast attacked, she dove in.
There was dazed Wang Yue, mouth still glued to Wang Xin’s pussy.
Wang Yue couldn’t believe her doting little cousin would do this. Shock and fury surged. She grabbed his hair, yanked him free, and dragged him away.
Panicked Wang Xin dove too, just in time to see Wang Yue hauling him off.
Smart as she was, she pieced it together. Shock and anger boiled, but she didn’t follow.
Too mortifying. How to face him? Timid and fragile like her mom, she opted for ostrich mode.
Wang Yue dragged him around the yacht’s bow to stern before surfacing. She stared silently.
Wang Yue’s heart pounded with guilt. Eyes down—he’d gone way too far.
“How did you turn into this?” After an eternity, Wang Yue’s voice cracked with tears.
More hurt than rage. She knew her sister’s meek nature inside out. He must’ve banked on her silence to get bold.
If it’d been her? She’d just beat him senseless in fury. That’d mean he wasn’t a total bully.
But targeting soft, yielding big sis? Proved he was lustful and picked on the weak.
How could she not be heartbroken over her little brother turning rotten?
Wang Yue could take a beating—even half-dead from her without complaint. But seeing tears in her eyes? Panic.
“Sis, it’s not like you think. I thought…”
He caught himself mid-sentence.
“Thought what?” Wang Yue’s tone iced over.
“I thought Xin-jie wouldn’t make a sound.” Better own it all than spill about Auntie.
Wang Yue didn’t buy it. Even faced with facts, she refused to believe her brother was rotten.
He’d started to defend himself, then clammed up and confessed fully. Something was up.
Locking eyes: “No dodging. What were you really gonna say?”
“Nothing, really. Don’t overthink.” Wang Yue shook his head furiously. “I know I’m wrong—worse than a beast. Beat me, curse me, whatever. I’ll kowtow to Xin-jie and apologize.”
The more he groveled, the less she believed. Cooling off, she analyzed: “If you meant to grope Sis, you’d ease in, exploiting her timidity. No outcry. But you went sudden—anyone’d react big. So it wasn’t Sis. Someone who wouldn’t freak at your assault.”
Her logic nailing truth, Wang Yue cut in desperately: “Not that complicated. First time trying this—no experience.”
Ignoring him: “Mom was there before Sis took over. Same swimsuits. Spill: original target was Mom? And you two already… involved!”
Her gaze sharpened like blades.
“You’re way off. She’s my aunt—how dare I disrespect her.”
“I’ve sensed it forever. Mom doted on you like a kid—head pats, hugs. Lately? Public distance, but eyes all soft. Not normal.” Wang Yue pressed.
Wang Yue hadn’t pegged his martial-fanatic sis for such insight. Still denying: “Sis, how can you think that of Mom? She loves me, sure, but I’m grown. No more kid stuff. And gentle elder looks? Standard.”
“Deny all you want. I’ll ask her straight.” Wang Yue dropped the hammer. “You know her—she’ll crack under my grilling.”
Defeated, Wang Yue slumped. “Fine. I admit it. Auntie and I… we’ve done it.”
Hearing it from his lips left Wang Yue reeling—bittersweet turmoil.
Her own mom with her cousin? Unacceptable.
But expose them? No—couldn’t betray family, no matter how righteous.
Still, couldn’t ignore it. Time for a serious talk.
Sighing: “Out with it. What happened?”
“Don’t blame Auntie. I forced her at first.” Wang Yue rushed.
Wang Yue nodded. “Believable. Mom wouldn’t initiate, even if tempted. But why keep it up? Don’t say broken-jar logic—she’s weak but principled.”
“Not principles. Women’s needs grow with age. Auntie’s gone three years without, so…” Wang Yue chose words carefully.
Wang Yue sneered. “So you’re saying a kid like you fucked her so good she’s hooked on the incest thrill?”
Pretty much.
Wang Yue grumbled inwardly. But voicing it’d taint how she saw Auntie. Fiery temper too—could rift mother-daughter.
He cherished his women—no harm tolerated.
Steel resolve: “Sis, you’ve always wondered why you can’t dual cultivate with me?”
“Why bring that up now?” Irritated, then shock. “Wait—you mean only by doing it can we cultivate together?”
Nod. “Precisely during the act. True qi links only when joined.”
“So besides Mom… Yan-auntie, cousins-in-law, Xin’er…” Wang Yue’s eyes widened. Every woman on this boat but her, sis, Wang Zhiting, and Wang Jingjing had dual cultivated with him. “They all…?”
“To boost cultivation fast.” Wang Yue knew martial-mad her would swallow that easiest.
Boom—her eyes lit. “Then me too?”
“Yes, but…”
“But what? Xin’er’s blood sister worked. I’m just cousin.” Wang Yue bold as brass. “Do it now!”
Wang Yue hadn’t expected cultivation bait to work this well. Chuckling wryly: “Sis, it’s cultivation, but your first time. Better spot, better mood?”
“Picky.” Wang Yue pouted but relented. Pivot: “And Sis? Your plans?”
“Her call. If she wants dual cultivation, great. If not, no force.”
Sigh. “She’s spineless. Fine, I’ll test first. Sail time, my room—or else.”
“Deal. Smooth things with Xin-jie for me? Skip the awkward meet.”
“You know ‘awkward’?” Wang Yue twisted his ear peevishly. Logic airtight, she approved—but he’d effectively “fucked your mom.” Stung a bit.
Wang Yue just grinned sheepishly. His fault; she was sis—couldn’t bully with cultivation.
Decisive, Wang Yue swam back post-deal.
Wang Yue kicked up, vaulting from water onto deck. Xin incident killed underwater sneak attacks—too risky. If Wang Zhiting or Jingjing saw? Tough explain.
Jingjing especially—ten years old. Even beastly him drew lines. Keep secrets from her.
Swim innocently? Nah—torment of look-no-touch.
Clothes on, lounge chair claimed. Deck perch.
Gazing vast sea-sky merge, ladies’ laughter below. Wang Yue’s mind cleared, heart vast as ocean vista…
Wang Yue returned, found sis still dazed. Swam close: “Sis, gave him hell. Not enough? We’ll thrash him later.”
“N-no need.” Wang Xin waved frantically. Kind, meek—no family strife on her account. “Really nothing. I overreacted.”
“His mouth on your pussy—nothing?” Wang Yue gaped. “What would count?”
“Fine, really.” Wang Xin insisted. “Accident? He’s brother—kid baths, bumped before.”
“Pulled your bottoms? He’s grown!” Wang Yue snapped, then grinned. “Or… felt too good, so no biggie?”
Wang Xin flushed crimson. “N-no! Uncomfortable… no feeling.”
“Liar.” Wang Yue smirked, dropping it.
Wang Xin exhaled. Early twenties, body ripe. No man, but hormones raged—wet dreams, self-touch. But his brief suck? Worlds better. Lingering bliss.
Can’t tell sis though.
Wang Yue’s epiphany felt different—mind crystal, meridians broadened from vast heart. True qi flowed smoother.
No guidance needed; it auto-ran Eight-Level Gale path. Faster, no chaos.
Time blurred. Shock—epiphany broke.
No regret—pure joy. True qi purity same, but control masterful.
Confident: Eight-Level Gale now seven rotations.
128x power.
Mortal Shedding? Untested. Peak Return to Truth? One slash, dead.
Feeling only—never faced peak Return to Truth.
Beyond power amp: heart realm as growth path.
Once dismissed ethereal fluff—true qi ruled.
Lesson learned: true qi base, but heart boosts combat plenty. Low realms hid it.
Firmed resolve: savor life’s tapestry. Strong qi crushes peers, but who rejects stronger?
Eyes gleaming sea-ward: test seven rotations?
Current power: short water-stride. Miles off, no yacht harm. Gale couldn’t top real storm—no mega-waves.
But noise? Sea beasts. Yangtze Return to Truth rare; he’d handle. Still hassle.
Hesitating—a figure boarded, approached.
Surprise: least familiar, Yan Fangfei.
White bikini, soaked translucent. Clinging fabric bared her half-exposed tits fully—coin-sized areolas, peanut nipples crystal clear.
Tiny bottom barely hid mound; sheer reveal black bush, red slit.
Teasing exposure + stunning face, killer curves. Wang Yue stirred.
Yan Fangfei oblivious, knelt cross-legged by his chair.
Legs splayed, fabric taut—mature pink pussy lips parted invitingly. Cock ached to plunge.
Ignoring his stare, flat tone: “You. Abnormal.”
Stunned. “How so?”
“Near you, lust surges nonstop. Thought illusion last time. Now again. Not illusion.” Yan Fangfei sparse words usually—“Mm, ah, yes”—but now verbose. Curiosity peaked.
Wang Yue blinked. Hadn’t noticed till said. Recalling: yep.
Prime case: mother-in-law Ling Xueyan.
Usually poised queen. Iron self-control.
Yet one dance, she heated up—seduced under “inspecting son-in-law’s prowess.”
Influence clear now.
Cause? Pure Yang Technique.
Yang draws yin. Igniting female desire? Natural.
Guesswork—test needed.
Eying Yan Fangfei, wicked grin. Circled Pure Yang Technique, radiating yang qi over tech-obsessed beauty.
Instant: Yan Fangfei jolted. Pale cheeks flushed deep, breaths ragged.
Tiny bottoms couldn’t hold moisture—half-dry moments ago, now crotch soaked anew, stains blooming.
Wang Yue startled—stronger than fiercest aphrodisiac!
“Auntie Yan, how you feeling?” Knowing grin.
“Lust raging. Need release.” Blunt, emotionless tone.
“Want help?”
Peerless beauty like mom—no resistance. Elder? Just big aunt’s friend—no blood. No holds barred.
Hesitation—then nod. “Yes.”
Wang Yue hiked ass, dropped pants and briefs to knees. Big dick sprang rigid. “Come on.”
Yan Fangfei shed bottoms, straddled, gripped his hardness, aligned with her gushing pussy. Slammed down.
Wang Yue felt barrier shatter into soft, wet heaven—mature embrace + virgin clamp. Groaned deep, clutched slim waist. “Auntie, slow—hurts, right?”
“Long pain beats short.” Robotic, but quivering body, spasming pussy betrayed agony.
“Auntie, hold. Run the technique I taught.”
Norm would gawk—cultivate now?
Yan Fangfei: machine precise. Activated instantly.
True qi linked—pleasure doubled. Hips bucked wildly.
Wang Yue glanced: big dick pistoning her pussy, dragging bloody-tinged nectar each pull.
Yet motions? No virgin—starved slut.
Realized: forgot to rein yang qi. No wonder.
Reined it, untied top. Hands-mouth on bouncing tits, heightening bliss.
No yang push, but hooked now—savored sex’s thrill. Frantic hip slams, virgin pussy milking cock furiously.
“Auntie Yan, feel good?” Head up, her flushed ecstasy-face divine.
“Very.” Affirmative, deadpan irked him.
Flipped her under him, legs on armrests. Merciless pounding—virgin forgotten. Full hilts, crown battering womb. Beauty quaked.
“Auntie, now?” Fucked hard, queried.
“Very good. Better than imagined.” Voice shifted with thrill—still flat. Like two people.
No satisfaction!
Wang Yue defiant—pummel till she screamed.
Before victory: Yan Fangfei clamped limbs tight, ass grinding frenzy. Freshly deflowered pussy clenched, cervix nipping glans. Flood from depths soaked him.
Bliss surged—orgasm hit. Shuddered, ropes of cum erupted uncontrolled into her tender-womb.
Yan Fangfei peaked again from load, eyes rolled—passed out blissed.
Wang Yue jolted anew. Decades’ virgin yin nurtured him—shattered Return to Truth 3rd layer. Into 4th. Mid-stage boss.
At fainted Yan Fangfei, wry smile. Fucking her: zero ego boost. Fainted yet stubborn mouth.
He knew: not stubborn. Admitted pleasure—just habit muted expression.
No blame—fun quirk. Next times: coax chatter.
Beauty out, he withdrew with effort, dressed, scooped her. Cabin to her room.
No need warn secrecy—gossip-free. Scarce talker normally, less secrets.
Bedded, lip-kiss. Left for deck.
Reclined anew. Fresh breakthrough, chased epiphany—elusive.
Grasped triggers, not summonable.
Women boarded post-swim. No epiphany.
“Just you? Fangfei-jie said she’d find you.” Su Mengqing sidled up.
Others changed—swimsuits near-nude. Fine solo, shy crowds.
Wang Yue grinned. “Tired. Resting.”
“Tired? You two…?” Su Mengqing pantomimed fingering fist.
“Yep.” No hide—her plan bringing Yan Fangfei.
Su Mengqing laughed. “Smooth operator—no babysitting needed.”
“Nephew’s no ace, but this big dick? Unbeatable.” Wang Yue leered. “No woman resists.”
“Big talk. Skill? Go fuck your mom back home.” Eye-roll.