Tingting the Little Talented Girl
“Ah… big-dick hubby… my dear flesh-and-blood nephew… fuck your little aunt… so good… oh… you’re killing me with pleasure… mm… big dick… fucking my saucy pussy… feels so damn good… oh… good nephew… you’re so damn good… ah… you’re fucking little aunt to death… oh… faster… fuck me harder… little aunt’s… little saucy pussy… faster… even faster… oh… harder… mm… just fuck little aunt to death…”
Su Mengqing moaned lewdly at the top of her lungs in ecstasy, one hand braced against the deck while the other fondled her massive tits that jiggled wildly with her nephew’s thrusts. She was in absolute bliss.
Xue Yan, however, was far from satisfied. “Good son, you’re making Mommy feel so good… but also so frustrated. Mommy doesn’t want your fingers—she wants your big dick!”
Watching these two stunningly sensual mature beauties both arch their plump asses, competing for his cock, Wang Yue didn’t just fuck them with savage pleasure—his heart swelled with utter satisfaction.
Even more thrilling was the taboo thrill: one was the woman who’d raised him calling her “Mommy” since childhood, the other his blood-related little aunt. The forbidden edge sent his excitement through the roof.
He couldn’t help imagining swapping out Yan Mommy for his birth mom—or better yet, all three together. What would that be like?
His biological mother, Su Mengyan, had devastating power over him.
From as far back as he could remember, Mommy had been his perfect goddess. Back then, he’d never dared or even thought to harbor impure desires for his own mother.
But once Little Aunt had coaxed those thoughts free, the gates to his abyss of lust had swung wide open—never to shut again.
Now, just picturing his goddess mother stirred not just reverence and love, but an unmatched carnal hunger. His cock hardened even more, and he fucked with even greater ferocity.
Su Mengqing, taking the brunt of Wang Yue’s massive dick, immediately sensed the shift. She moaned, “You little punk… what’re you thinking about now… why so suddenly… so brutal… ah… you’re gonna… fuck little aunt to death…”
Xue Yan seized the moment. “Son, hear that? Your little aunt’s about to be fucked to death. Let her rest—come fuck Mommy!”
That single “Mommy” ignited Wang Yue’s nerves. Ignoring that he’d only pounded Little Aunt a hundred-plus strokes without getting her off yet, he switched targets again.
His big dick slurped deep into Xue Yan’s saucy pussy. As he hammered away, he growled low, “You little saucy pussy, I’m gonna fuck you to death—fuck you dead!”
Su Mengqing pouted in dissatisfaction, but seeing Wang Yue’s reaction, she giggled teasingly. “I get it now. Someone’s fantasizing about fucking his own mommy.”
“You said it yourself… you were… about to be… fucked to death… I was just helping…” Xue Yan gasped out between Wang Yue’s brutal thrusts, only to cry out again. “Ah… son… how’re you… so fierce now… I can’t take it… Mommy’s getting fucked so good… Mommy’s gonna be fucked to death too…”
“I wasn’t talking about you—I meant my big sis, this punk’s real mom.” Su Mengqing laughed. “Little punk, what’s the rush? When we get back, just fuck Su Mengyan’s saucy pussy too.”
Smack!
Wang Yue slapped Little Aunt’s snowy plump ass hard, roaring, “Don’t talk shit—my mom’s no saucy pussy!”
“She’s not now—but after you fuck her, she will be.” Su Mengqing grinned. “Yan Mommy and I weren’t saucy pussies either—now look at us, turned into sluts who crave your big dick all day.”
Xue Yan caught on, zeroing in on Wang Yue’s trigger. “Yue’er… good boy… your real mom… isn’t here right now… so treat Yan Mommy… like your real mom… and fuck her… oh… my dear son… harder… fuck your real mommy’s saucy pussy… Mommy… loves your… big dick so much…”
“Good boy, I’m your mom’s own sister—we look alike, and our pussies are identical too. Come on, fuck little aunt’s pussy like it’s your real mom’s!” Su Mengqing wiggled her ass seductively.
Staring at Little Aunt’s plump, hairless bun pussy—and recalling she’d said Mom’s was the same—Wang Yue fell for the temptation. He yanked his big dick from Yan Mommy’s pussy and plunged into hers.
“Good boy… you’re back… little aunt loves it… your big dick stuffed in my pussy… Yue’er… do you like… spanking… little aunt’s ass… if you do… spank it more…” Su Mengqing writhed in comfort, yet craved more, making an odd request.
In her lust-fueled haze earlier, that slap on her ass had brought not just a sting, but a strange thrill. She wanted to feel it again.
Wang Yue was puzzled but obliged, slapping her snowy ass cheek.
“Ah…” Su Mengqing yelped, her ass muscles clenching instinctively—squeezing her saucy pussy tight around Wang Yue’s cock.
Her pussy was already snug and juicy, a heavenly fuck. This sudden clamp made Wang Yue hiss in delight.
And that plump ass rippling from the slap? Pure erotic perfection.
Double bliss—body and mind.
Wang Yue lost control, pounding Little Aunt’s saucy pussy mercilessly while spanking her plump ass left and right.
Su Mengqing reveled in it. Each slap made her pussy contract, intensifying the friction on his cock inside her—amping her pleasure sky-high.
The ass pain sharpened the pussy pleasure, making it clearer, even better than plain fucking.
Soon, her full-moon ass cheeks flushed from snowy white to fiery red.
Wang Yue showed no mercy, knowing her cultivation could heal it with a pulse of true qi—no risk of harm.
Only when Little Aunt neared climax again did he switch, slamming into Xue Yan’s saucy pussy—and instinctively slapping her plump ass too.
Xue Yan instantly tasted that pain-pleasure mix and melted into it.
For the next hour, Su Mengqing and Xue Yan pulled out all stops, seducing Wang Yue to yank from one pussy and thrust into the other.
He lost count of the switches between the two mature stunners, nearly breaking them, before calling it.
He scooped up Little Aunt’s sexy body, positioning her to straddle Yan Mommy’s ass.
Now their big white asses stacked, saucy pussies dripping just inches apart.
Wang Yue thrust his big dick—pounding Little Aunt a few strokes, then Yan Mommy a few, back and forth at blurring speed.
No full satisfaction per turn, but the rapid switches kept them both climbing toward peak together.
After a few heavy thrusts, Xue Yan crested first. Her sexy body shuddered violently, pussy clamping hard.
Wang Yue drove deep, flooding her mature womb with thick ropes of cum as she climaxed.
Only after filling Yan Mommy’s womb did he yank his still-erupting dick up, slamming into Little Aunt’s bun pussy.
Su Mengqing teetered on the edge; her nephew’s scorching cock spearing her womb and blasting cum triggered her release.
This load was massive—filling Yan Mommy, then Little Aunt’s womb too.
The last spurts overflowed; he pulled back slightly, coating her canal before finishing.
Wang Yue’s legs buckled. He collapsed on the deck, panting hard. The utter exhaustion was unfamiliar—yet intoxicating.
A full minute later, he recovered, pulling the two still-lost-in-ecstasy beauties into his arms. “Mommy, Little Aunt—how was it?”
“Too good! Good son, you’re getting amazing.” Xue Yan praised sincerely. “Every fuck feels like the best of my life—but you always top it next time. Keep this up, and you might fuck Mommy to death someday.”
Su Mengqing laughed. “Doubt it, Yan Sis. Didn’t you notice? He was fired up thinking of his real mom. Getting him this wild again won’t be easy.”
“Simple fix—once he claims his real mom, we all join in.” Xue Yan giggled. “Just mentioning Mengyan gets him raging. Imagine her ass up waiting? We’d bask in the spillover and go to heaven.”
“Hear that, punk? We’re waiting on you.” Su Mengqing whispered hotly in Wang Yue’s ear. “Claim your mom, and Yan Mommy and I’ll get fucked with her. Still not enough? We’ll drag in Big Aunt—or even Grandma. If you’re man enough, fetch Second Aunt too—she’s Mom’s twin, inseparable like Jin’er and Xiuer.”
Even unfulfilled, her words had Wang Yue raging. He gritted, “You two big saucy pussies, teasing me like this—scared I’ll actually fuck you dead?”
“Not at all!” The women exchanged glances, giggling in sync, then bolted naked toward the cabin. “But go fuck someone else for now!”
Wang Yue chuckled, shaking his head—no chase. He tidied Yan Mommy’s clothes and Little Aunt’s battle suit scraps.
They’d given extras to the sub’s rescued women, but raiding the pirate lair yielded piles more.
Lower quality than originals, but flashier styles—the pirates prettied captives for sale.
Done, Wang Yue sat at the bow, deep in thought.
Little Aunt’s words an hour ago sparked much—too busy fucking to dwell then.
His great-grandma Shen Siying—Shen Grandma—hid such power: Return to Truth Realm 7th layer. Wang Yue never suspected.
With that strength, in his past life, three years from now…
He blanked. Right—the final beast tide battle. No sign of Shen Grandma.
Had she tackled stronger beasts? Got held up or hurt by human powerhouses?
Or abducted by Tianhai’s Hua Family?
Per Little Aunt, Shen Grandma’s uncle favored her—no way he’d let her die.
Chen Family? Less vital—sons gone, just daughters-in-law and granddaughters. Hua wouldn’t care.
One thing certain: the beast tide wasn’t just Tianhai families. They matched Hua at best.
Hua wouldn’t let peers wipe Jinling’s Chen—even if dismissive of Shen’s line.
Some force even Hua feared lurked behind.
Who? Capital’s true clans? Martial holy lands?
But why target Jinling’s three families? Mere local power—beneath those giants’ notice.
What did they scheme for in Jinling?
“Brother, what’re you thinking?” A crisp, sweet voice snapped him back.
Turning, there was Wang Family’s little genius—his cousin Wang Zhiting, arrived unnoticed.
Today, she ditched her usual plain look for a white Lolita gown with gold lace—making her already pretty face even more elegantly adorable.
Wang Yue’s eyes lit. Tingting was young but scary-smart. Perfect for analysis.
He had her sit, spinning future events and politics as a “story.” Ending: “Tingting, in this tale, what might the hidden powerhouse want with that small faction?”
“This minor group has no secrets, yet ties to a mid-tier one—yet mid-tiers (or multiples) squeeze it till beasts wipe them. You suspect a major power behind, right?” Wang Zhiting summed neatly. “Only one answer: the hidden giant isn’t after the small fry—but using them to strike a peer rival.”
“No other possibilities?” Wang Yue pressed.
“None. Crushing a small group takes no effort—one word suffices.” Wang Zhiting said confidently.
So the real target Second Aunt? Only her linked to a holy land.
Wang Yue pondered—but it didn’t fit.
Sent as child bride, sure—even talented, gaining sway in Yang Family. No need for such roundabout revenge.
Seemed more like they feared her, striking Jinling’s families indirectly.
Why?
Conclusion: Second Aunt held sway, but leashed—couldn’t act freely.
The shadow forced her hand via Jinling, for some goal.
Just a hypothesis atop speculation—barely 10% accurate.
Seeing Wang Yue brood, Wang Zhiting asked, “Brother, what’s really up? That ‘story’ felt real. Something happen?”
“Nah, don’t overthink.” Wang Yue dodged—wouldn’t burden her with unfinished thoughts. “Anyway, why not play with Xin’er sis and them? Coming to chat with me?”
Wang Zhiting flushed crimson, head dipping—then lifted bravely. “Brother, I wanna get strong too.”
Wang Yue’s heart jolted, feigning calm. “Wanting strength’s good. I believe we’ll succeed eventually.”
“Don’t lie, Brother—I’m not Jingjing.” Wang Zhiting met his eyes boldly. “These days out, you’ve been off. I figured it out.”
“Figured what?” Wang Yue probed. She wasn’t scheming like Shanshan, but sharper—maybe bluffing.
“Practicing with you isn’t just palms together.” Her face burned, but she pressed. “Needs intimate stuff—probably full-on sex.”
“Why not just kisses and hugs?” Wang Yue sighed—too smart.
“If so, you wouldn’t hide from me and Jingjing.” Wang Zhiting said. “Sex for practice, right?”
“Yeah, that’s it.” Wang Yue admitted.
“Me too!” Wang Zhiting demanded predictably.
No itch from more lice, no worry from more debt—Wang Yue didn’t mind his little cousin, but warned: “Think hard. Once with me, no marrying later.”
“Never planned to. It’s modern times—virgins aren’t required.” Wang Zhiting blushed.
Wang Yue shook his head. “Not about virginity. I’m possessive. Mine stay mine—no other men.”
“Then Xin sis, Yue sis, Xin’er sis—they won’t marry?”
“Right. They’re mine forever.”
“Then I wanna be yours forever.” Wang Zhiting’s gaze burned firm.
“Good sis, Brother loves you.” Wang Yue pulled her close, kissing her soft lips.
Standard flow followed: caresses, teasing, grinding, penetration, circulation, thrusting, climax…
Afterglow: Wang Yue cradled her pale, naked, petite frame—her back to his chest, half his thick cock still buried in her freshly deflowered tender pussy.
“Tingting, how’s it feel?” Wang Yue hugged her boneless body, whispering in her ear.
Wang Zhiting paused, then shook her head.
“What? Uncomfortable?” Wang Yue puzzled—she’d climaxed hard, moaning in bliss.
“No—I can’t find words.” Wang Zhiting fretted. “Mom and I read so much… feels wasted now.”
Wang Yue deadpanned. “Not complex. Just say comfy or not—no fancy words needed.”
“Super comfy—that’s why no words fit.” Wang Zhiting savored. “Now I get why Xin sis and them stay yours forever. Glad I chose this.”
“Speaking of—curious why you did.” Wang Yue asked. “Sis differences: Xin’er loves me special; little Rou clings since kid; Yue sis for cultivation; Xin sis half-forced after Yue’s help. You?”
“Why ask now? Before fucking?” Wang Zhiting squirmed—stirring his cock, drawing a moan.
“Didn’t wanna risk you cooling off.” Wang Yue grinned. “Good sis, spill—I’m dying to know.”
“You said it.” Wang Zhiting replied. “Seventeen in family besides you—how many yours now? You’ll claim all. Better proactive, earn your favor. You’re my bro—close like with little Rou sis. I trust you’ll cherish me.”
“Good sis, you’re right. I’ll cherish you forever.” Wang Yue moved emotionally, rocking her gently—his cock pistoning shallowly in her tender pussy.
“Oh… so good…” Post-climax sensitivity made Wang Zhiting melt again.
Repaying the bliss, she offered: “Brother, need help with Mom?”
Wang Yue slow-fucked her tender pussy, chuckling. “Little minx—plotting your own mom? Scared Three Aunt’ll spank you?”
“You’d skip her otherwise?” Wang Zhiting sighed in pussy-bliss. “It’s for her good. She’ll fall eventually—better enjoy being yours sooner. It’s too good!”
“Our Tingting’s such a filial girl.” Wang Yue “praised.” “Thinking of honoring Mom with Brother’s big dick.”
Wang Zhiting eyed his cock plunging her stuffed pussy—still half out. Amazed at its size, she giggled. “Brother, imagine Mom seeing the little dick she once medicated now this huge—shocked?”
“Probably.” Wang Yue flushed—awkward memory: Huang Xueyi flicked it swollen; Three Aunt applied salve. Pre-puberty, her soft hands did nothing.
Wang Zhiting mused: “Little Aunt’d faint worse. Wonder what she thought, flicking you like that.”
“Maybe she saw my talent early—marked her territory.” Wang Yue joked.
“Hmph, perv bro—not just Mom, even Little Aunt?” Wang Zhiting pouted, grinding her ass—his glans mashing her core, shuddering her in delight.
Wang Yue pressed down, circling her core hard. “Little Aunt’s a famed beauty—one of Jinling’s Twelve Beauties. Normal guy’d fantasize.”
“You’re no normal—you’re a big perv!” Wang Zhiting nailed it, warning mid-bliss: “Chase her? Fine, happy if you win. No dirty tricks. If she’s taken, hands off.”
“How to settle scores?” Wang Yue huffed. “She flicked me twice—gotta show her my big dick’s might.”
“Punish her niece extra.” Wang Zhiting said. “She flicked for me.”
Wang Yue laughed. “Clever girl—not less scheming than Shanshan. Not taking for her—just craving more.”
Wang Zhiting blushed, un-denied. “Who made it so good.”
They chatted idly, fucking leisurely.
Childhood closeness—occasional spats, but tight. Last three years: rare meets, teen secrets bred distance.
Now, flesh-and-soul fusion melted barriers. Sibling bond deepened—with passionate pull.
Half-hour later: mutual climax—fiercer than first. Wang Zhiting nearly blacked out in ecstasy; cultivation soared to Earth Palace late-stage.
Wang Yue, fueled by her pure virgin yin essence, shattered Return to Truth 6th-layer peak—entering 7th layer, true late-stage powerhouse.
Resting in his arms, Wang Zhiting recovered, murmuring: “Brother, you’re amazing. Felt like dying—‘immortal ecstasy’ makes sense now.”
“You too, good sis. Your tight, soft little saucy pussy gripped Brother’s cock so good.” Wang Yue praised.
“Brother, help with Jingjing?” Wang Zhiting sudden.
“No—too young, undeveloped. Can’t…”
“Not that.” She cut in. “Keep her from bugging us. These days, Xin’er sis and them take turns with me and Jingjing in sealed spots. I know—you dodge us to fuck freely.”
“Got a way?” Wang Yue eager—Jingjing cramped his style, biggest regret.
Wang Zhiting grinned. “Easy—get her drunk. She’s a martial artist—booze hurts less than normals. One-offs? Fine.”
“Drunk? Genius—why didn’t I think?!” Wang Yue slapped his head, thrilled yet annoyed.
Not his fault—booze harmed martial artists minimally, but he’d never risk kin.
Others likely thought same—abandoned it.
Qianqian and Shanshan used it on him once—must’ve considered. Shanshan schemed but spared family true harm; even “pitting” sis was harmless.
Wang Zhiting wasn’t crueler—just different angle, same side as Jingjing. Saw their overcaution.
Booze minimal, short-term—no issue.
Wang Yue elated; Wang Zhiting wistful: “Good you didn’t think sooner—or not just Jingjing’d get drunk.”
“Nah.” He laughed. “My pretty Tingting—even drunk, I’d sneak-fuck you.”
“Fuck me drunk? Miss the fun.” She giggled. “Only sober—from now on!”
“Promise!” Wang Yue roared laughing, standing with her—wincing as he withdrew, tidied her, then leaped to the top-deck lounge. Time to share.
Wang Jingjing played games below with Qianqian and Shanshan; rest gathered topside—playing mahjong.
Post-dual cultivation, diligence waned—Wang Yue’s sessions outpaced grind. Why slave?
He approved—long lives shouldn’t be all toil.
Seeing him with Wang Zhiting, eight beauties ditched tiles, crowding with grins: “Tingting, congrats!”
Prepared or not, encircled blushing Wang Zhiting buried in Wang Yue’s chest like ostrich.
“Ease up—family now. No teasing. Tingting just gave a killer idea.”
“What?” They chorused.
“Heh—get Jingjing drunk!” Wang Yue smirked, spilling.
“No—too young, booze harms.” Xue Yan nixed first—clearly considered.
But Jingjing’s mom Tang Yue’rou nodded. “Fine by me. Weak cultivation, but martial artist—booze resistance high. Once or twice? No issue.”
Not uncaring—knew Wang Yue’s intent, sisters eager. Worth the “sacrifice.”