[A Lewd Dance Troupe] [1-4]

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Foreword

The story takes place in a county song and dance troupe. Some readers may find certain details unsettling or

unbelievable , which is normal. Any resemblance to real events is purely coincidental.

I live in a small county. Having sung since childhood, I worked hard and was admitted to the provincial music

academy . After graduation, I was assigned back home and became a male solo singer in a city troupe. The following is my

experience in this song and dance troupe.

A few years ago, with the help of my father's friend, I joined our county's song and dance troupe. Although small, it was the only formally established song and dance troupe

in our county. At 23, I came here with dreams. On my first

Monday in the troupe, Director Zhang Hailou told me that the troupe's regular meeting was at 9:00 AM sharp, and he would introduce me shortly. We walked and talked.

I felt that this director, who was about the same age as my father, was very kind. We arrived quickly. The meeting room was bustling with people, and

I was led into the meeting room by the director. Director: Everyone, please be quiet. Today, we have a new solo singer in our troupe,

a top student from our provincial music academy, who has won many national and provincial awards and good rankings in competitions.

His name was Yu Jia'ao, a handsome young man. "Welcome!" he said, leading the applause. I stepped forward and

bowed deeply. Only after the applause stopped did I look up and see the men and women sitting below.

The group leader gestured for me to say a few words, and I, nervous, managed a few words. Blushing, I walked down from the stage and sat

in the last row of the round table, near the corner. The group leader and other leaders began to arrange the meeting; there would be a rural performance

tour next month. They showed me our program, the arrangement, and so on. For about an hour, I sat there listening, taking notes

, and looking around—everything was unfamiliar.

After the meeting, the group leader and Secretary Liu Qingfeng called me over. Secretary Liu Qingfeng was around 50 years old,

bald except for some hair on the back of his head, wearing glasses,

a small nose, thick lips, quite overweight, and less than 170 cm tall. He had a large belly and wore a suit. He said that since I was new,

he wouldn't assign me any tasks, but rather let me familiarize myself with the environment and the people. I was in the singing group when a

middle-aged woman, around 40 years old, approached and spoke a few words to the group leader. She then said to me, "Hello, Xiao Yu." I replied, "I'm

Li Min, the head of the singing group." I shook her hand. (Looking her up and down, Li Min appeared to be

between 40 and 50 years old, about 167-170 cm tall, with a well-proportioned figure—that's the best I could

estimate —and long, wavy hair. She had an oval face, slightly plump, large eyes,

a straight nose, and a small but beautiful mouth. She wore a Korean-style blue round-neck blazer over

a pinkish-white V-neck blouse, beige skinny jeans, and black high-heeled boots.) I quickly said, "Hello, hello.

Please give me your guidance in the future, Group Leader Li." Li Min smiled and replied, "You're welcome, Xiao Yu. You

can call ." I said, "Oh, okay, Aunt Li. I'll need your help introducing me to things in the future."

We chatted with the troupe leader and secretary for a while, and then Aunt Li led me to the singing group on the 7th floor. After

we came in Li Min gathered everyone together and began introducing them. The six girls on the left were about my age; they were

a group called the "Cool Baby Group." Then there were two men, around 40 years old, who were our two

tenors. There was also a tall, thin woman around 30 years old, a soloist named Gao Jinghui.

These were the pillars of our singing group. There was also the sound engineer, the sound engineer, the

backup singers, and so on. And then there was a middle-aged woman in her fifties, a bit overweight with a large belly; she was

our assistant housekeeper, everyone called her Aunt Wang, or Wang Guilin. After the introductions, she explained

the situation to me. When there wasn't anything major, I was supposed to start work at 8:30 am and sign in, then I could go out.

I had to come back to sign in at 4 pm. That was the workday. During performances, we weren't allowed to go out. We rehearsed in the singing group's

rehearsal room . I was new and hadn't been assigned any performances yet, so I was just helping out and getting familiar with things. Before we knew it,

it was almost noon. We went downstairs to the cafeteria for lunch together.

Just then, a girl ran past me and bumped into Aunt Li and me. I was fine, but Aunt Li almost

fell. I was caught quickly. I exclaimed, "What's wrong with you?" The girl was wearing a

dance rehearsal outfit. She had a fantastic figure. A pretty, cute face with big, beautiful eyes, a round nose, and a small

mouth. Aunt Li said, "Never mind. She's our lead dancer, our top performer, Zhan Yanyan."

I thought to myself, "Top performer? That amazing?" Aunt Li and I went to the cafeteria, ate, and returned to the singing group. In the afternoon,

Aunt Wang introduced me to the troupe's affairs, and I gradually learned about them.

Around 4 pm, just before the end of the workday, Gao Jinghui said, "Xiao Yu, Sister Gao has a favor to ask.

Could you go to the 11th floor to pick up my costume? I need it for tomorrow." I said, "Okay, Sister Gao, where on the 11th floor?" Gao

Jinghui replied, "The costume and props department. Just tell them you're picking up my costume, and they'll know." I nodded in agreement and went upstairs.

I arrived at the costume and props department on the 11th floor. Huh? Nobody there.

Looking at the signs on the doors, they said there was a warehouse, security department, server room, and office. I gently pushed

the office door open. It wasn't locked. I quietly went in. Wow, this office is huge! Inside was a

small conference room with a round table and about a dozen chairs. The boss's desk over there looked impressive, and the chair was nice too.

On the desk were a computer, some books, and documents. Behind it was a wall of bookshelves filled with books, documents,

and CDs—lots of them. There were calligraphy and paintings on the walls.

Because the curtains were drawn and it was quite dark, and the lights weren't on, I only glanced around. I was there to see

someone; I had important business to discuss. I vaguely heard some noise coming from the door on my right. I gently pushed it open

and was startled to see Secretary Liu and Zhan Yanyan, who were naked,

on the bed . It was the first time I'd ever seen anyone doing this in an office. Although I wasn't

a virgin—I'd slept with a senior in my second year at music school, though

we were actually the same age

—this was quite a novel sight. The secretary and the lead dancer were together. I looked closely and saw Zhan Yanyan with her black hair

down. From my angle, I could only see half of her body. She was very thin, with slender, shapely legs. Her breasts

weren't large, but they were firm, and her nipples were erect. Secretary Liu's obese body was moving up and down on Zhan Yanyan,

occasionally letting out a muffled groan. Zhan Yanyan's hands were stroking the secretary's back.

After working for a while, I stopped and sat up. It turned out the secretary's penis wasn't large, short and thick, about 12

centimeters , with a glans about the size of an egg. Zhan Yanyan also got up. This time I could see Zhan Yanyan's body clearly.

She was about 170 centimeters tall, with hair flowing down to her waist, a slender body, small but firm

breasts pink and glossy areolas, and long, deep red nipples. Her arms were smooth and fair, her abdomen flat,

and her abdominal muscles were clearly defined when she breathed slightly—a result of years of dance training. She had sparse pubic hair, covering her genitals, and I could see a

slit. There was some liquid on her inner thighs; it was probably vaginal lubrication. I could see a little bit of her labia, but

it wasn't very clear. Her legs were long and slender, with smooth muscle lines. I saw Zhan Yanyan get up and kiss the secretary. Then

she stroked his fat, hairy chest and large belly. Then she began to stroke his egg-sized glans.

I peered cautiously through the crack in the door, barely daring to breathe. I had to film this amazing scene. Then I

thought, "That's immoral." Oh well, I'll just enjoy the view. My heart was pounding, practically leaping out of my chest, and

my penis was starting to harden uncontrollably.

I watched as Zhan Yanyan began to give Secretary Liu oral sex. She took his entire penis into her mouth and moved it up and down, while

Secretary Liu 's hands held her head down, his own head tilted back. I thought to myself,

"This is such a treat. I wish I could suck it too." Ah, what a pity. I tried not to think too much and continued watching as Zhan Yanyan

seemed to devour Secretary Liu's penis. Saliva dripped from her mouth and onto the sides. After a short

while, Zhan Yanyan seemed to sit on top of Secretary Liu and started moving. I could hear the "slap slap" sounds of their bodies colliding

. Wow, this is so wild and pleasurable! My heart was pounding, and my penis

was about to burst through my pants. Zhan Yanyan's body rose and fell, she ran her fingers through her hair, then placed her hands

on Secretary Liu's chest and continued. After about two minutes, Secretary Liu gestured, and Zhan Yanyan

slowly stopped, rising up and arching her back. I could see Zhan Yanyan's genitals; her labia

were a similar color to her skin, the first woman I'd ever seen whose vulva wasn't dark. Her labia minora were slightly parted, glistening with

vaginal lubrication. The labia minora were a wine-red color. Secretary Liu got up,

placing a pillow under his legs, kneeling to block Zhan Yanyan's view. I began to move on top of her. I watched

Secretary Liu's obese back, his bald, neckless body sweating as he thrust forward with all his might. Zhan Yanyan

let out soft moans and groans, while Secretary Liu groaned, sometimes coughing or snorting. Our

Secretary Liu's sounds during sex were truly complex. About 3-5 minutes later, Secretary Liu stopped moving,

pulled out his penis, and it seemed he ejaculated on Zhan Yanyan's buttocks. Judging from the look of it, he probably rubbed his penis against her buttocks and squeezed out the semen

with his hand . Seeing this, I thought, "I should leave now," and didn't watch any further. I quietly

slipped out of the office.

I still had to help Sister Gao with the costumes. I was still wondering why Secretary Liu's office was on the 11th floor in the warehouse

instead of the 6th floor with the other leaders.

Strange. There was still no one at the costume and props area. I stood at the door for a while, thinking about what I had just seen.

My penis was still hard, but it seemed to be getting a little better, so I went back to the 7th floor. Sister Gao was still

waiting for me in our dressing room/rest room. When she saw me return, Gao Jinghui stood up and smiled: "Xiao Yu, didn't

you get it ? Is there no one there?" Me: "Ah, no, no, there's no one there." I answered absentmindedly,

my mind still replaying the scene from earlier. Gao Jinghui seemed to notice, and asked blankly: "What's wrong? Did you

see something?" I snapped out of my daze: "No, everyone upstairs has left. I waited over there for ages

but one showed up. Sister Gao, I'm so sorry I couldn't get it for you. I'll pick it up tomorrow morning." Gao Jinghui smiled and patted my

shoulder: "It's alright, I'll trouble you again tomorrow morning, Xiao Yu." I said: "Sister Gao. If there's nothing else, let's

go home . You see, almost everyone's left." Gao Jinghui picked up her handbag from the table and stood up: "Xiao Yu,

where do you live? Let me give you a ride." I: "No need, I'll take the bus." Gao Jinghui: "Oh, it's alright. Let's go." We

left the dance troupe and went to the underground parking lot. I waited at the exit, and soon a silver-gray Toyota Highlander

pulled up. Gao Jinghui rolled down the window: "Xiao Yu, get in." We drove away from the dance troupe. During our

conversation in the car, I learned that Gao Jinghui was 33 years old, her husband had been abroad for many years, and they had divorced. She had no children. She's a somewhat

well-known . In her youth, she worked as a singer in bars and nightclubs before working her way up to this song and dance troupe—

though there's definitely some truth to that.

The next morning, I arrived at the troupe. The first thing I did was go to the 11th floor to get the costumes. The logistics manager, Sun Qi, was

a nice, enthusiastic person, between 35 and 40 years old, with a full figure, about 165 cm tall.

She was wearing a white, round-neck dress with small flowers in an ethnic style, which accentuated her full bust,

slim waist, and strong legs. I chatted with Sun Qi for a while; she kept praising my good looks and saying I

had potential, to which I responded with a smile.

After getting the costumes, I went back to the 7th floor to the singing group. Everyone was rehearsing intensely. Gao Jinghui saw

me returning with the suitcase: "Got it? Perfect for this afternoon, thank you." Just then, Aunt Li came over

and said : "Xiao Yu, sing a song for everyone, and I'll check your skills." So I sang Wang Feng's

"Like a Dream, Free." Aunt Li and her colleagues applauded after listening. I bowed in thanks. Aunt Li said, "Xiao Yu's

voice is alright, but... she lacks experience, and sometimes she can't freely switch resonance. Her chest and true voice are

sometimes too restrained. It's alright, not bad, not bad." Nothing more was said that day.

At 3 pm, the singing group's first rehearsal began. Li Min was the first to come up, wearing a deep V-neck

, retro-style beige long dress. Her hair was up. After these two days in the group, I felt I was almost starting to like

these older women; they were so feminine, that mature beauty almost took my

breath away. She sang "I Love You, China," and that's when I realized how beautiful Aunt Li's mezzo-soprano was. The next

program was a male chorus singing "Father," followed by the Cool Baby group performing the iconic song "Gee."

Finally , Gao Jinghui, wearing a black, high-low, fishtail-style off-the-shoulder dress, sang "Cheers, Friends." Her voice

was incredibly magnetic...

After work, I was helping Aunt Wang pack up when Gao Jinghui walked up to me and said, "Xiao Yu, tonight I'll treat you..."

We ate Western food. "Thank you for helping me with the clothes." Me:

"No need, Sister Gao. Didn't someone help me before I came?" Gao Jinghui: "Aunt Wang

helped ." Aunt Wang smiled: "Little Yu, Little Gao said she'd treat you to dinner, so come on over." Gao Jinghui: "Aunt Wang, let's

go together. You haven't had dinner with me in a long time. Aren't you finished with your daughter's affairs at home?" Aunt Wang: "Okay,

my daughter went back to work. I'm home alone anyway, so I'll go." I had no choice but to agree.

We went to a Western restaurant and ordered salad, steak, dessert, and red wine. While eating and chatting, I learned that

Aunt Wang's 51-year-old husband had died in a car accident six months ago. Her daughter came back to stay with her for a while before returning

to work . I also mentioned Zhan Yanyan in passing, but neither of them gave me a direct answer. They only said she was a "top-tier"

person. I thought to myself, "So what if she's involved with the Party Secretary? 'Top-tier,' my foot."

After dinner, Aunt Wang left first. Gao Jinghui asked me to go for a walk with her, so I accompanied her in the car,

driving around the county town. To be honest, I didn't go home because I was worried she might have an accident while driving. I don't drink,

so I drove her home. Later, I took her back to her home in the Hongzhiyu Villa. I realized this woman

was really something else—a villa worth over ten million yuan, a car worth nearly a million. A solo performance in a small county song and dance troupe only earns a little over ten

thousand yuan a year. We entered Gao Jinghui's house; it was so beautiful. Me: Sister Gao, I'll go back now. You can rest. Gao Jinghui,

sitting on the sofa, said: "Xiao Yu, let's get straight to the point. We're all adults. Sister Gao likes

you. If you're willing, Sister Gao will give you a million yuan a year. You can live here." Me: "No, no, Sister Gao,

although 'm not exactly a paragon of virtue, I wouldn't do that." Gao: "So, do you think Sister Gao is beautiful?" I nodded. Gao:

"Have you ever considered my wishes?" I nodded, then shook my head: "No, I just think Sister Gao

is a beautiful and fashionable woman." Gao said charmingly, "Then don't leave tonight, okay?" My heart fluttered; yesterday's

scene flashed through my mind again. I said, "Sister Gao, let's do it this once, we'll still be good friends." Gao Jinghui stood

up, took off her blouse and short skirt: "I'm going to wash up, you come too."

I saw Gao Jinghui, 175cm tall, with deep purple hair flowing down her back, an oval face, large eyes,

long eyelashes, a high nose, red lips, a slender, bronze-colored figure, full breasts, a flat stomach, firm, shapely

legs , and a pert, firm buttocks. She walked with a truly sexy sway. We went into the bathroom.

She took off my clothes, then her own underwear. Her breasts were full and round, almost hemispherical, with

brown nipples and dark red areolas. Her pubic hair was neatly shaved, revealing a clear slit. We

washed each other, and I stroked Gao Jinghui's breasts. Unlike the women I'd touched before, they weren't as soft; they had a

firm, elastic quality. Gao told me not to knead them too hard, that they were implants. Oh. Only then did I understand

why such a slender figure had such hemispherical breasts.

After washing, Gao Jinghui led me upstairs to the bedroom. She turned on a wall lamp and told me to lie down.

I lay on the soft bed, and Gao Jinghui began kissing my penis, stroking it with her hands and sucking on it with her lips.

In less than two minutes, my 17-centimeter-long penis was erect. Gao Jinghui stroked it with her hands: "Hmm, not bad, not bad at all

." I shrugged: "It's not that big compared to Sister Gao, is it?" Sister Gao gave a mischievous smile and continued sucking on my

penis. Another two or three minutes passed. Then Gao Jinghui stopped. She moved her lower body closer to my face, and I could clearly see

the woman's genitals. The skin around her labia majora was deep red with small wrinkles, and the wattles of her labia minora

were rather long, a mixture of black and dark gray. I licked it with my tongue. To be honest, I'd been with several women,

but I'd never licked

anything like that. I licked it a few more times, opening her labia with my tongue and licking. It tasted salty, with a slightly indescribable, astringent feeling. I licked like that for about three minutes. Gao Jinghui stroked

her breasts with both hands and slowly began to moan, making soft "mmm" sounds.

After about a minute, Gao Jinghui moved down to my lower body, stroked my slightly softened

penis , and then, in a sitting position, inserted my penis into her vagina. The warm, wet sensation

was very intense on the head of my penis. Having not done it for a while, I was really struggling. As soon as I sat down and

started, I almost ejaculated. I said, "Sister Gao, slow down, I'm a little..." Gao Jinghui, still enjoying herself

, opened her eyes: "What's wrong? Can't handle it?" My face flushed: "A little, slow down, I'll adjust in

a bit." (To be honest, I felt a little embarrassed acting like this in front of a woman.) Gao Jinghui slowed down,

and I adjusted my pace, trying to calm myself. After another 5-6 minutes, I felt much better,

and I started to move in sync with Gao Jinghui's movements. Sensing the change in my body, she sped up again.

I started caressing her breasts, watching my penis move in and out of Gao Jinghui's vagina, feeling

the walls of her vagina tighten and loosen around it. This went on for about three or four minutes. Then Gao Jinghui

lay on top of me, embracing and kissing me. We French kissed, our tongues intertwining. I caressed her

smooth back and firm buttocks, sometimes touching her anus. When I touched

her anus, I felt her vagina contract slightly; I knew that was her sensitive

spot. I continued to touch it occasionally, and we continued thrusting for about five more minutes.

Gao Jinghui stopped: "Let's change positions." Me: "Are you tired, Sister Gao?" Gao Jinghui: "A little." I saw

sweat on her body. Gao Jinghui lay flat on her back, spreading her legs. I leaned over, positioned my penis, and inserted it.

I began thrusting, kissing her breasts and nipples. Gao Jinghui closed her eyes slightly, her cheeks flushed, and she

softly murmured, "Mmm." "Mmm." Sometimes her tongue lightly licked her lips, sometimes her teeth gently bit

them. After about 10 minutes of thrusting, I said, "Sister Gao, I'm going to cum." Gao Jinghui said, "Pull out and cum.

" I said, "Okay." I climbed on top of Gao Jinghui, kneeling slightly, and started to increase the speed. I heard

the sound of our genitals colliding, a loud slapping sound. I felt my penis was almost numb. After about two minutes, I

pulled out my penis and started stroking it with my right hand. Gao Jinghui sat up and licked the glans with her tongue. Under this stimulation

, my semen spurted out, getting into Gao Jinghui's mouth and face. Gao Jinghui got up and went to the bathroom to wash

up , then returned to the bedroom. We embraced and caressed each other. Gao Jinghui said, "Xiao Yu, if Sister Gao wants it,

can't you keep me company?"

Me: Sister Gao, I'm a normal man with needs too. But we... Gao: I understand. If you

're dating, Sister Gao will definitely be your older sister, not that kind of relationship. Okay? I was secretly pleased with myself. I'd hooked up with

a rich woman, little did I know my tragic fate was about to begin.

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It's been more than half a month since that night with Gao Jinghui,

and we haven't had any contact other than work. Thinking about it, it's not so bad. Maybe Gao Jinghui thinks I'm not capable enough, so she's

let me go.

A few days later, the rural performance started, and we were going for 3 days. We arrived at

Township A, which is 59 kilometers away from our troupe, and then Township B next to it. After settling in at the Township A government guesthouse, we prepared for the evening's performance. Aunt Li

told me that we had made a last-minute decision to sing "Free Flight"

with Wang Dong, the fourth member of the Cool Baby group. It wouldn't matter if Cool Baby was missing one person, but we hadn't practiced before, so we were rehearsing at the guesthouse. I was already quite familiar with

Wang Dong ; she's a year younger than me, very pretty, the obedient type, with two

little braids at the back of her head, big, watery eyes, a round face, a round nose, and a cute little mouth. She's about 163 cm

tall, petite but quite voluptuous, with a full bust, wearing jeans, a light yellow top, and

sneakers . We were rehearsing. Around 3 pm, Aunt Wang brought the evening's program. Wang Dong and I

were the third act, which should be the opening act, around 7:15 pm, no more than a minute off. Wang Dong

looked at it, pouting, and said, "Oh, the third one." What bad luck.

I said, "It's okay, finish early and get some rest." I poured Wang Dong a glass of water. Wang Dong took a small sip of water

: "Take a break, Brother Yu. You said our collaboration was pretty good, so let's not practice anymore. I'm going back to my room to get some sleep

." I said, "Let's sing one more time, just one more time. I'm going to the bathroom, let's do one last time together." This

guesthouse was strange; there was no bathroom in the room, only on the 5th floor. After that, we did one more complete collaboration.

Wang Dong went back to his room. I was sharing a room with the two tenors; they went out to make sure we rehearsed

properly .

I had nothing to do, so I lay in bed, feeling quite sleepy. I thought it was still early, not even 4 o'clock, so I decided to sleep

for a while . I put on casual pants, took off my shirt, and fell asleep in bed. In the evening, Wang Dong knocked on my door to call me for dinner,

and then Aunt Li wanted to check on our rehearsal. Everything went smoothly. In the evening, the performance was a great success,

ending successfully at 10 pm. Aunt Li treated us to a late-night snack, and then we all went back to our dorms.

In the middle of the night, because I had drunk quite a few beverages, I felt the urge to urinate. I groggily got up and checked

my phone; it was 3:17 AM. I put down my phone and ran up to the 5th floor

in

my underwear. The hallway lights were off, only the emergency lights provided a faint glow. I live on the 2nd floor. After finishing, I went downstairs and back to my room. Because the lights were off, the room was dark. Using the little moonlight streaming

through

the curtains, I groped my way to bed and tried to fall back asleep. As I turned over, I felt someone in my arms. They smelled wonderful; the perfume was so familiar. I touched their soft, smooth skin. They were wearing a nightgown. I was filled with confusion. Who was it? This perfume was so familiar. Who was in my bed?

Oh! It must be Gao. Ah, she wanted it. So, without thinking too much, I kissed her cheek.

Then I started caressing her full breasts. The woman began to resist. Me: "Sister, it's me, Xiao Yu."

She paused for a moment, then slowly resisted, her strength softening. I began to unbutton her nightgown,

then removed her bra, and started kissing her full breasts, my hands caressing her nipples.

A question : wait a minute, Gao Jinghui's breasts were implants, how come these are soft? After a while of caressing and kissing,

I moved downwards. I removed her panties, my middle finger slowly teasing her clitoris. I was startled: Gao Jinghui

had no pubic hair, this woman had a lot. But it had already happened. I could only continue. My middle finger

slowly inserted into her vagina, beginning to explore and move within. The woman let out deep breaths and soft moans,

yet dared not groan loudly. My fingers moved inside her vagina, feeling it becoming increasingly

wet . After a while, I began to lick her labia, clitoris, and vaginal opening with my tongue. This woman

's genitals didn't have the strong scent of Gao Jinghui's, just a faint, slightly salty smell, and her skin still carried

the fragrance of shower gel. Her skin was much better than Gao Jinghui's—smooth, soft, and delicate. I stroked her

body, kissing her genitals, a feeling I'd never experienced before welling up inside me. I frantically and greedily licked

her clitoris and the tip of her vagina. Her juices were already flowing into my mouth; I felt more

perverted than ever before.

The woman made moaning sounds, trying to push me away by pressing my head down, but

she seemed weak and breathless. My penis, in this environment and atmosphere, and without

knowing who she was, reacted much harder than usual. So I got up, smeared some saliva on my fingers

and the glans, then rubbed it against the woman's genitals for a while before thrusting it in all the way .

It was tight, warm, and the juices were plentiful—a feeling I'd never experienced before. As I penetrated, I heard the woman

make a sound, "Ah, ah-ha."

I immediately broke out in a sweat; I recognized the voice—it was Aunt Li. My mind went blank for a moment, then

I started to recall going to the bathroom and coming back. Oh dear. Is this the third floor or the second floor? Oh well, it's already like this

. Things have come to this. Let's continue. I started slowly thrusting in and out. Aunt Li's vaginal walls were so warm,

lubricated , and tight. With each thrust, it felt like my glans was being sucked in by the inner walls, a rhythmic tightening and loosening. I

started to increase the speed from slow thrusting. Since we were in her room, I didn't dare to move too much. Holding her,

I didn't dare look at her. I buried my head in the hair near her ear, smelling the alluring

fragrance . My penis moved in and out of Aunt Li's body, and my mind was filled with deep thought. How would I end this?

What should I do? A whole bunch of questions. I don't know how long we thrust like this.

I noticed her hands started stroking my back, her fingernails gently tracing my back.

Her legs were wrapped around my thighs. She let out soft, panting moans, "Hmm, hmm, mmm," and then...

I was breathing heavily, trying to suppress my moans. I thought to myself: Forget it

, at worst I'll be fired. I won't have a job anymore. I started to increase the intensity of my movements, pulling my penis

out as possible, leaving only the glans, before thrusting it back in. After about fifty thrusts, Aunt Li suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around

my body, her legs draped over my buttocks. I felt a large amount of vaginal fluid flowing out, my penis

enveloped by the incredibly wet inner walls. She was panting, her moans growing louder. I think that's it, right?

Lost in my thoughts, I continued thrusting. Then she kissed my neck and gently bit my ear. Then

Aunt Li spoke, her voice trembling and alluring, seemingly soft but not loud: "You little rascal, are you going to fuck

me to death?" I had no choice but to stop and whisper in her ear: "Aunt Li, I'm sorry, I really didn't

mean to I went to the bathroom and went to the wrong floor. I found you on my bed and thought it was a friend coming to see me, so I..."

At this moment, Aunt Li pinched my buttocks and said in a sweet voice, "Don't stop." She then pushed her body upwards slightly.

I said, "Oh." And so I started thrusting again. Aunt Li hugged me and kissed me, her body moving in

rhythm with my thrusts. She continued

to moan softly. After about 10 minutes of thrusting, Aunt Li kissed my earlobe ,

her voice trembling, "You little rascal, you were really good just now, where did you learn that? It felt so good. Again."

I said, "Mmm, Aunt Li, whatever you like." I started thrusting deeply again, and after about 100 thrusts,

Aunt Li's moans became louder than her usual voice, "Haa, ah, ha, ah ha."

She hugged me tightly, her hands on the back of my head, gripping my hair firmly. Her legs were wrapped around my

hips . Her vulva responded to my thrusts, and this time I could feel her vaginal fluid gushing

out; warm liquid was flowing down my inner thighs. Her body was arched, almost hanging on me, and I

slowed down . Aunt Li calmed down again. We started French kissing. Aunt Li: That felt so good. So satisfying.

You're a great young man. I started to feel myself ejaculating, and I began to thrust harder. Aunt Li

knew I had ejaculated. She held me, stroking my back, and we held on for about two or three minutes. My body tensed,

and I ejaculated inside Aunt Li, covered in sweat. I collapsed onto her. She just held me like that, and it was so quiet.

It was as if everything had stopped. Slowly, I rolled off Aunt Li. It was almost dawn. The outside

was already a hazy white.

I closed my eyes and lay flat on the bed. I felt Aunt Li get up and go to the bathroom. I

sat up and saw a large wet patch on the sheet, probably from her orgasm. She

came out shortly after. It was almost dawn, and I could clearly see Aunt Li's body. God, how could God create

such perfect woman? It's hard to imagine that 47-year-old Li Min, with a towel wrapped around her head, had a slightly plump oval face

flushed with a rosy glow. This only added to her allure. She had large eyes with clearly defined double eyelids and slight under-eye bags.

Her nose was rounded and high-bridged, and her small, rosy lips were glossy. Her fair neck was flawless. Her breasts were

high and full, not sagging. The areolas were reddish-brown, surrounded by small dots, like goosebumps on a cold day . Her nipples were erect and brown. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding with a little excess fat, and some stretch marks and spots— I wondered if they were stretch marks. Her slender waist and hips blended perfectly, creating a beautiful curve. Her pubic hair was thick, covering her private parts. Her legs were long and shapely. 　　Holding a towel, she climbed onto the bed: "You little rascal, you're still all sweaty. Wipe yourself off. Take a shower in two hours. Men shouldn't shower immediately after sex. It's bad for your health, even a hot shower, you know?" A little shyly, I said, "Aunt Li, this... I really didn't know." Aunt wiped the remaining sweat from my body, then smiled shyly like a little girl: "You know what? You little rascal. Your Aunt Li is cheating for the first time." I thought: So crazy, cheating for the first time? I said, "I'm sorry. Aunt Li , I... I really didn't mean it. You can hit me, scold me, punish me, expel me. I'll accept it all." Li Min giggled: "Even if I kill you, it's already happened." 　　She hooked my nose with her finger: "You, in my eyes, are just a little brat. Watch your actions in the future. If this happened outside, wouldn't people report you? Alright. Once you leave this room, if you dare mention a single word, I won't forgive you. Get out of here, it's already past 4:30." I quickly got up, grabbed my underwear, hurriedly put it on, and said, "Okay, I'm leaving now. " I practically scrambled back to my room on the second floor, only to find the two tenors still asleep. I got into bed too; there was still time, so I quickly caught up on some sleep. Lying down, savoring the wonderful moments we'd just shared, I was really tired and soon fell asleep. 　　Around 8 a.m., tenor Guo Xuekun woke me up. "Kid, it's time to get up and go down for breakfast." I rubbed my eyes : "Brother Kun. You guys go ahead, I'll wash up." 　　I sat up and watched them leave. After getting dressed, the phone rang. It was Aunt Li calling. Me: "Aunt Li." Aunt Li: "Xiao Yu, after you finish breakfast, go shopping with Aunt Wang and Sun Qi. Don't forget." I agreed, and she hung up. 　　I spent the morning at the mall with Aunt Wang and Sun Qi, buying some souvenirs and what were probably high-end items for local officials. I drove around the small area. 　　The next two days passed peacefully. Aunt Li and I were the same as usual; nothing really happened . I arrived at the troupe on Friday afternoon. Gao Jinghui told me that the deputy troupe leader, Chang Manli, had returned from abroad and warned me to be careful not to get too worked up with my colleagues, saying that woman was very formidable. I agreed, thinking to myself : Sister Gao always seems aloof and superior in the troupe; I've never seen her afraid of anyone. Why is she reacting this way now that Deputy troupe leader Chang is back? It's hard to understand. Around 3:30 PM, Aunt Li called to say that Chang Manli wanted to see me. I hung up and went to Deputy troupe leader Chang's office on the 6th floor. I had only seen her formal photo on the bulletin board; she looked to be around 40 years old. She had a slightly round face, big eyes, a not-so- high nose, and somewhat thick lips. But I was going to see her in person this time. 　　I knocked on the office door. A clear, bell-like voice came from inside: "Come in." I pushed the door open. This office wasn't as grand as Secretary Liu's office on the 11th floor. I went inside to the window...

There was a desk on one side, with a computer and office supplies on it. Behind it was a small bookcase and some flowers. Then there was

a small conference table made up of four single sofas. This was on this side of the office area. Chang

Manli , and opposite her were two people, Aunt Li and Wang Dong, who were discussing something. Aunt Li

saw me enter: "Come, come, Xiao Yu, this is our Deputy Head of the Troupe, Chang Manli. Manli, this is Yu Jia'ao." Chang Manli

looked at me: "Hmm, good looks. As for your qualifications, I've already seen the tape. Okay, I agree with your

and Han Lin's (Deputy Head of the Arts Department) opinion. You can make the arrangements." I stood at the door, completely confused. Aunt Li

then said: "Xiao Yu, come here. Head of Troupe Chang, Han Lin, and I have decided that you and Wang Dong should form a duo. You can perform

solo or sing together. Isn't that great? We need to innovate and keep up with the times." Wang Dong and I looked at

each other. I said: "Okay, we'll listen to the leaders." Wang Dong puffed out her cheeks: "Then I agree too." Chang Manli: Then

you guys should practice some group songs regularly, focus on quality, not quantity. Understand? Wang Dong and I: Got it. After that,

we came back and started working on songs for several groups.

On Saturday, I was playing games at home when Sun Qi called and said some people from the group were going out to play, asking if I wanted to go.

I was bored, so I went. We ate at a restaurant that night, and Guo Xuekun insisted on urging me to drink. Under

Wang Dong's encouragement, I drank two bottles of beer. I felt dizzy. Sun Qi and Wang Dong blamed Guo Ge, but I said:

It's okay, as long as we're all having fun together, we're all colleagues, and after work we're good buddies. Guo Xuekun and Sun Qi offered to

take me home. Wang Dong and the others left first, and I thought that since I had been drinking, I shouldn't go back to my parents' place. It was already past 1 a.m.,

so I had Sun Qi drive and Guo Ge helped me to the Nanqiao residential area that my parents bought for me. The two of them carried me inside

. Just then, Guo Xuekun saw I was home and was about to leave with Sun Qi. But after all that, I felt nauseous.

Sun Qi complained, "Brother Guo, it's all your fault for making Xiao Yu drink when he can't. You go first. I'll take care of him.

I'll drive back later when he's better." (Sun Qi lives in our city, usually only a little

over an hour's drive away. Her husband is a company employee, and they have a 9-year-old daughter; they have a harmonious family.) Guo felt a little

embarrassed : "Hey! I didn't know he really couldn't drink. Thank you for your help, sister." Guo Xuekun left.

At this point, I vaguely heard them talking and said, "I'm fine, none of you are going to stay with me,

just go home." Right after saying that, I covered my mouth and ran to the bathroom, but before I even reached the sink, I vomited. Sun Qi quickly came over to

wipe my mouth and hands. Then she cleaned me up, took off my soiled clothes, and helped me back to the sofa. My consciousness started to

waver; sometimes I was clear-headed, sometimes confused. I don't know how much time passed. In my hazy state, I think I see

Zhan Yanyan! I was surprised. What's going on? Dreaming, but not like dreaming. He shook his head again. It wasn't

Sun Qi who was washing clothes for me. I fell asleep again, and after a while, I felt someone calling me: Look at what I am doing, and what are you doing?

What are you peeking at? Open your eyes and it's still Zhan Yanyan. I'm a little angry. Stand up and go to catch Zhan Yanyan. No more?

It was Sun Qi who was resting on the sofa with his eyes closed. There is water on the coffee table. Sister Sun is so attentive. I drifted

off to sleep. I also felt that someone was pushing me: You pervert, you can peek at something if you have the guts to do it. What to look at.

You are worse than a beast. I opened my eyes and Zhan Yanyan was naked from the waist up, with long hair hanging behind her head, small breasts with plump breasts and

fair skin. I got up and hugged her, started to caress Zhan Yanyan's breasts, and kissed

Zhan Yanyan . The one who kissed the whole eye was Sun Qi. Sun Qi's face was filled with tears, and I stepped back:

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. He lay on the sofa and fell asleep again. After a while A moment later, I seemed to find

Zhan Yanyan riding on top of me completely naked: "What are you looking at? You're a peeping tom, a pervert." I rolled over and pinned

Zhan Yanyan beneath me, pulling out my penis and shoving it

into her mouth. Watching Zhan Yanyan's seductive and smug expression as she sucked on my penis, I forcefully thrust into her mouth, feeling the head of my penis touch the depths of her throat.

She sucked with great lewdness, saliva dripping from her mouth and onto my thigh. In my daze, the person in front of me

transformed into Sun Qi, her face contorted in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks, her mouth wide open, my penis inside her, her eyes

smudged with a dark blue hue from eyeshadow and tears that flowed down her face. I closed my eyes in fright, but when I opened them again,

Zhan Yanyan was still enjoying the act of sucking.

I began to caress Zhan Yanyan's genitals with my right hand and knead her breasts with my left. Her

breasts were deformed by my vigorous kneading. In my hallucination, I saw Sun Qi crying again, her plump white breasts

being kneaded and manipulated by my dark brown... My finger marks were left on her nipples and breasts. In a flash, I

pulled my penis out of Zhan Yanyan's mouth and began to spread her thighs apart with my hands. Her slender yet firm thighs were spread wide apart, her pubic hair

sparse and distributed on her private parts. The labia majora were slightly darker than her skin, and the clitorises were a deep wine-red

. The tip of her vagina was a soft red, surrounded by fleshy buds, with glistening clitorises hanging there.

Her clitoris full and prominent at the tip.

I began to insert my middle finger into her vagina and thrust wildly. Then, Zhan Yanyan began to moan loudly and clearly: "So beautiful,

ahhh, so beautiful, hahh." At that moment, I seemed to hear Sun Qi: "Oh dear, pull it out, pull it out quickly,

no !" That heartbreaking cry. The pubic area in front of me had long pubic hair, her legs were strong and thick with a lot of flesh at the base,

the labia majora were reddish-brown, also covered with a little pubic hair, and the labia minora, which were black and turned outwards in a butterfly shape.

The clitoris was pinkish-white and very shiny. White fluid flowed from the vaginal opening and between my fingers, and I quickly pulled my hand away. I noticed that the flesh around the vaginal opening

was no longer granular, but rather thick, folded flesh surrounding it. I shook my head and blinked,

and the image of Zhan Yanyan's pink vulva flashed through my mind. I brought my fingers, covered in vaginal fluid, to her lips, and she

hummed contentedly as she ate the fluid.

Overcome with urges, I pressed my rock-hard penis against her vaginal opening, and with a powerful thrust, the glans slid smoothly into

her vagina . I began to thrust rapidly. The vagina was warm inside, and the fluid moistened my glans. The vaginal walls seemed to have

a suction force, gripping my penis tightly. I held Zhan Yanyan, kissing her lips, sometimes licking her

beautiful . She moaned with pleasure: "Hmm, mmm, mmm," and breathed heavily. My lower body

thrust wildly into her warm, moist vagina. Zhan Yanyan held my back tightly with both hands, her fingernails sometimes scratching my back

. I could feel her gripping my back muscles tightly at times. We held

each other for about 300-400 times, before I stopped.

I turned Zhan Yanyan over so her back was facing me, her buttocks sticking out in front of me. Her

buttocks were slender and beautiful, her anus a light color, the vaginal fluid from our earlier penetration still clinging to it,

her labia minora slightly everted, revealing a glistening, moist opening. But as Zhan Yanyan gracefully tossed her hair,

Sun Qi's aggrieved and contorted face turned back to look at me. The beautiful buttocks I was admiring now appeared

large , like a big peach, before me. Her anus was dark brown, with a few pubic hairs still present at the perineum. Her

reddish-brown labia majora, with a few pubic hairs, were full and bulging, facing me. Her black labia minora were everted, nestled in

the center , her vaginal opening slightly parted, from which flowed a semi-transparent white fluid, already reaching her inner thighs, displaying another

kind of beauty. Overwhelmed with excitement, I straightened my posture and inserted my penis into her vagina, instantly transforming my embrace from behind to

her slender body. My penis thrust forcefully into her overflowing vagina, and Zhan Yanyan, her long

hair tossing, moaned softly, sometimes letting out sounds of pure enjoyment, sometimes letting out gasps of pleasure. I frantically

pounded my lower abdomen against her buttocks, which alternated between bony and plump white, watching my penis go in and out.

The sounds of our skin slapping against each other echoed in the room. Sweat began to stream down my body, dripping from my face

onto her buttocks and waist. After about ten minutes of thrusting, I felt the urge to ejaculate. I

pushed , and she climbed onto the sofa, and I climbed on top of her. Zhan Yanyan let out a soft moan, and I kissed

her ears and neck, stroking her hair. Clinging to her slender, bony body, I thrust rapidly. At that

moment I felt Zhan Yanyan's body become fuller, whiter, and softer. It felt as if I were on a soft cushion,

thrusting into her. I lasted about five more minutes. My body thrust forward, my buttocks tightened, and I ejaculated inside her

.

I lay on top of Zhan Yanyan, panting heavily, feeling my penis still throbbing inside her, releasing

drops of semen. A short while later, I rolled off her. My eyes were closed, my

head spinning, my heart pounding. I don't know how much time passed, maybe I fell asleep. I rubbed

my eyes and tapped my aching head, finding Sun Qi sitting naked beside me, leaning against me. Her eyes were

blank, her face streaked with tears, her makeup ruined. There were finger marks on her breasts, and

dried vaginal fluid between her legs. There were also damp stains on the floor not far from the sofa where she was sitting. There

were also finger marks on her inner thighs. I suddenly understood. It really was Sun Qi last night, not Zhan Yanyan. I

thought it was a dream, but I really had slept with Sun Qi, mistaking her for Zhan Yanyan. Now I was terrified,

at a loss for what to do. I wanted to comfort her, but what should I say? Just like Aunt Li said, if I made a mistake outside, it would be troublesome

.

What should I do? I lowered my head and said dryly, "Um, I...you...I...I was drunk."

Sun Qi stared straight at me, undressed and trembling slightly, and said, "You...did you see something?

You'd better pretend you're blind about Zhan Yanyan's matter, and don't think about her anymore, understand?" I was shocked: "Sister Sun, you..."

Sun Qi: "When you raped me yesterday, you kept calling out Zhan Yanyan's name. Xiao Yu, you're new to our group,

don't get infatuated with her. You don't understand." I was stunned. Sun Qi said I raped her yesterday, so she was going to sue me

. I looked at her like a child who had made a mistake: "Sister Sun, are you alright? You...you said I raped you,

Sister Sun, you won't...sue?" Sun Qi shook her head: "What do you think? You did something so cruel,

how ?" "Look at all these finger marks on my body." She said this like a spoiled little girl, showing me

the marks on her breasts, thighs, and buttocks. I stroked Sun Qi's hair: "Sister Sun, I was wrong.

If I hadn't drunk alcohol, this wouldn't have happened." Sun Qi: "I understand. But what am I going to do? It'll take several days to heal.

You were too cruel, you almost strangled me, you almost fucked me to death, my legs are still weak, and it's numb and painful down there.

" I got up and draped a blanket over Sun Qi: "Sister Sun, why don't you stay here for a few days? Call home. You

can stay permanently if you want. Or, as compensation, you can stay in this house." Sun Qi gave a bitter smile:

"What do you think your sister is? Fine. I think you're a good person, and you're well-liked in the troupe. I genuinely consider you a younger brother.

I advise you not to mess with Zhan Yanyan again. Anything your sister would do for you is worth it. Let me stay in the house for a week, consider it

compensation ." I nodded. To be honest, such a simple and ordinary woman, treating me like this, I

really felt sorry for Sun Qi. Sun Qi's sincerity touched me, and I secretly decided to get

money to make it up to her. I hugged Sun Qi, and she seemed scared and flinched. Me: Sister Sun, you're

so kind. I have something for you. Sun Qi looked at me in surprise: Isn't that enough? You want more? Me: No, no,

no. Sigh…!

Some time has passed since that incident. I'm thinking about how to get closer to Gao Jinghui and get

some money from her to improve Sun Qi's family's situation; at least Sun Qi's Chery should be replaced. Women like that are not

easy to find.

I've been with the dance troupe for over a month now. It's summer, my probation period is over, I've

received first month's wages, and I'm quite happy. During this time, I've gotten to know the people in the troupe fairly well.

After work, I used my wages to buy Sun Qi a top that I had carefully selected myself. Then I called Sun Qi,

saying I had something urgent. Sun Qi arrived at our agreed meeting place in no time. She asked me, "What's wrong? Why are you in such

a hurry? What happened?" I smiled, seeing the anxious and worried expression on Sun Qi's simple face, and

my heart was filled with excitement: "Sister Sun, look at the clothes I bought for you. 1800." Sun Qi looked at the clothes and her face showed

anger: "Waste money! Return it immediately! You could have used this to buy something for your uncle and aunt. They

've worked hard for you. Return it to me right now, I'll go with you." As she spoke, she grabbed me and asked where I bought it. I said, "

I've already bought it, so I don't need to return it." Sister Sun, even if it's just my brother showing filial piety, I can just buy

more for my parents. Sun Qi: That won't work either. So much money, you can't just save it. Are you that rich?

Let's go, let's return it.

We had no choice but to go to the clothing section. Sun Qi talked to the sales assistant for a long time, and I watched from the side

without saying a word, just staring blankly at her. Finally, Sun Qi convinced the manager to return the clothes.

The manager even said to me: "Look at you, you're buying clothes but not the ones she actually likes." I shook my head and didn't say anything. Sun...

Qi was still nagging, saying I didn't appreciate the hard work of earning money. Later, after we left

the mall I suggested treating Sun Qi to dinner, and she agreed. We ate at a small restaurant not far from the mall

, and then Sun Qi offered to drive me home. I said I wanted to go home myself, as I was tired and didn't want to bother my parents, and

Sun Qi agreed. When we got home, I asked Sun Qi to sit down, grabbed a drink from the fridge, and Sun Qi started tidying up the house. She

started talking again: "Look at you! Since I left, this place is such a mess again! Clothes are piled up and you have

n't washed them!" She picked up the clothes piled on the floor, threw them into a basin, and turned on the washing machine. She started washing. As I drank my

beverage, I watched this woman, and unconsciously wondered if marrying a wife like her was a good thing or

a bad thing. But the more I looked at Sun Qi, the more I liked her nagging manner. How could she be so endearing?

Sun Qi kept nagging while washing clothes, initially not noticing me watching her. When she looked up, she saw me smiling

at her. Suddenly, she covered her chest with both hands: "You... what are you looking at... don't look..."

It dawned on me then that she was the one who yelled that day. I took the drink and went over: "Sister Sun, I wasn't looking at anything. I just thought

her nagging was cute." Sister Sun wiped her hands, took the drink, and took a couple of sips. From

the angle from which I bent down to give her the drink, I could just see her pinkish-white bra and half of her breast under her short-sleeved shirt. I playfully said: "Sister Sun, you're

showing too much." "Sister Sun, put down the drink, cover your chest with your hands, don't look." "You pervert! If you look

again I'll never talk to you again." The more she said that, the more I felt an urge to rush up and strip her naked and have a good time.

With this thought in mind, I moved a chair and sat behind her: "This way, I won't be able to see you from behind,

right?" Sun Qi: "Hmm, that's more like it. By the way, little brother, if you're sleepy, go to sleep. I'll leave after I'm done washing."

Me: "Sister Sun, you wash, I'll watch you wash." I was watching from behind when I saw Sister Sun's broad, rounded shoulders

extending down to her slender waist. Her large hips and buttocks looked particularly alluring, even though she was dressed.

Without realizing it, started to stroke her shoulders. Sun Qi was startled: "What are you doing?" I said: "Sister Sun is giving you a massage to

relax you. Thank you for helping me with the laundry, dear sister." Sister Sun turned around, smiled, and winked at me: "Hmm, so thoughtful." My

hands began to knead Sun Qi's shoulders and neck, then tapped her back. I slowly began to explore downwards, until

I reached her lower back and buttocks, gently stroking the upper part of her large buttocks. Sun Qi moved forward slightly: "Your little hands

are getting restless." I said: "Oh, sister. I know."

I picked up Sun Qi, who was still washing clothes, and stood up. Sun Qi slapped my chest with her wet hands, then

hit me hard in the face with a loud "smack." I cried out, put her on the floor,

and sat down, covering my face.

Sun Qi rushed over: "Did it hurt? Let me see." She rushed over and started rubbing my face. I said, "

Sister Sun, I was just joking. Why so hard?" Sun Qi touched my face with concern, "I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have hit you. You're really something. What are you doing? If you keep making a fuss, I'm leaving." She got up to leave, but I felt an itch

in my heart I really wanted to have sex with her, just once when I was sober. I grabbed Sun Qi's hand

and picked her up. To be honest, she was quite heavy. Even as I held her, she struggled. I put her on

the bed, one hand entangled with hers, the other starting to unbutton Sun Qi's clothes. I said, "Sister Sun, just once, I

want you just once." "Sister Sun, promise me, just once, just once."

My mind was blank, my consciousness blurred, with only one thought: to have sex with Sun Qi again. Sun Qi

resisted even more strongly at this moment. She shouted, "Xiao Yu, can you calm down? Xiao Yu, Sister Sun can't

agree to this. Let go." I gripped her even tighter, pressing her body down with my legs. By this time, Sun Qi's

top and bra were off, revealing a pair of full, white breasts bouncing before me. Sun Qi's

breasts weren't perfectly shaped; they appeared full because she was a bit overweight. They were simply fleshy,

with dark areolas and a large areola ring. Her nipples were also dark, round, and had

small bumps on them. I'd never seen anything like it before. There was a birthmark below her right nipple. Her plump,

round belly jiggled as she struggled, her skin very white. She had stretch marks like Aunt Li's, but

Sun Qi's were darker, a fleshy red, unlike Aunt Li's which were the same color as her skin. Gradually,

Sun Qi seemed to lose strength, or perhaps she gave in? She stopped struggling, covered her face with her hands, and relaxed.

I removed Sun Qi's skirt and underwear. Her pubic hair wasn't thick, but it was quite long. Her legs were

very strong, so I couldn't see her private parts. I started to spread Sun Qi's thighs apart, and this time I could clearly see that

there was also pubic hair on her labia majora, and the cleft of her vulva looked very deep. Me: Sister Sun, I'm here. Sister Sun covered her face and responded: No. I

started to spread her thighs apart, and this time her labia minora were clearly visible, dark and slightly everted. The tender flesh around the vaginal opening

was layered. I first licked my fingers with some saliva. I started to tease the pink clitoris hidden under the skin, and then

my fingers wandered back and forth at the front of the vaginal opening. I slowly inserted my middle finger into the vagina and started to thrust, from slow to fast. Sun

Qi still covered her face, but she made sounds like: Ah, be gentle. Hmm, hum... Her buttocks

lifted slightly with the thrusting of my fingers. I paused for a moment, then started to slowly thrust my fingers in and

out. After teasing and thrusting for a while, I started to unbutton my clothes and then quickly stripped naked. I rubbed my penis with my left hand, and

slowly I noticed that Sun Qi's vagina was starting to secrete the white, semi-transparent vaginal fluid I'd seen that day. I pulled my finger out and

licked it with my tongue; it was a little salty, which was normal, but there was also a slightly indescribable

sour taste mixed with another unidentifiable flavor. I thought this was probably a mixture of vaginal discharge and vaginal fluid, but

I wasn't sure. I rubbed my hard penis back and forth against Sun Qi's vaginal opening, then thrust in forcefully, pushing the glans into her

vagina. I hugged her: "Sister Sun, I'm coming." Sun Qi then lowered her hands from her face,

tilted her head to the side, and began to cover her breasts, saying: "Don't pinch, don't squeeze, don't." I hugged Sun Qi and began to thrust, my penis

feeling infinitely warm and tight, as I kissed her: "Okay, okay, don't do it like this,

alright pouted: "Pull it out, I don't want to. I don't want to." I started to increase my speed. I

thrust in and out, deep and shallow, and Sun Qi began to moan softly. She said gently: "Faster, ah, no more." "Mmm, mmm."

Then she said something very softly, almost inaudibly.

I held Sun Qi in my arms, my tongue swirling into her mouth as we French kissed, my penis thrusting forcefully in and out.

My breathing quickened, and Sun Qi's cheeks flushed, her eyes slightly closed, her lips pursed. Her

breathing was rapid. I thought she was starting to enjoy it. After about ten minutes of thrusting, I was sweating and stopped,

pulling out my penis. Sun Qi opened her eyes, lowered her hands from her breasts, and asked me softly, trembling, "Are you done?"

"Okay then." She started to get up. I grabbed her hand: "No, Sister Sun, I wanted to change positions." I turned

Sun Qi so that her back was facing me, her buttocks sticking out. I thrust into her from behind, and Sun Qi let out a soft "oh." I began to

thrust into her plump buttocks, and with each powerful thrust, Sun Qi's involuntary moans grew louder,

panting with "uh-huh," "hmm," and "ha." I caressed her soft, large breasts with both hands; they were so soft. This time, I gently kneaded them. With each

thrust, I pulled out most of my penis and then forcefully shoved it back in. Sun Qi's fair buttocks were reddened from the forceful impact, and

the "slap slap slap" sound of skin colliding made me even more excited. The harder I thrust, the more I wanted to thrust. Sun Qi's

breathing became more rapid, and her moans became clearer. Then

, with a hiss, her slightly parted legs, which had been kneeling, suddenly tightened a few times. I felt

my glans under this stimulation, I increased my speed even more. Sweat began to drip

onto the sheets. My hands, almost frantically, grabbed Sun Qi's hands, and my

lower penis seemed not to belong to me as I thrust in and out with great force. After about five minutes, I shouted

and thrust my hips forward, ejaculating inside Sun Qi. I released Sun Qi's hands, and she collapsed onto the bed

as if limp and boneless. Her genitals, which had been gripping my penis, also left me, and I collapsed

onto the bed as well. We were both panting heavily, sweat still pouring down our faces. It took me a long time to calm down, but my heart was still pounding.

Then Sun Qi climbed onto my chest, her arms resting on my stomach, and said weakly, "You bad guy,

what did I do wrong in my past life to meet someone like you? I can't go home again tonight. You bad guy, you bad guy."

I stroked her hair and said, "Sister Sun, I told you, just once, just this once, when I'm conscious. If it happens again, you

can sue me, kill me, beat me." Sun Qi raised her listless head: "Look at me. Don't say that again. I

believe you. I have faith in you; you're a good brother. I hope I haven't misjudged you." We chatted like that

for a while , then I covered Sun Qi with a blanket and went to sleep on the sofa.

The next day after work, as Sister Sun Qi had instructed, I bought my parents the first gift I'd earned with my earnings and went home. My parents

are very happy.

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