Promiscuous nature 01~04

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Old Pan's mood was as bright as the sky. He lay down on a rocking chair in his small courtyard, gazing at the flowerbed he had carefully cultivated with a
satisfied expression.
The afternoon sun poured down through the gap between the two cement buildings, soft as water, and
the surroundings were quiet and so quiet that one could almost hear a subtle, intoxicating rustling sound.

Old Pan rocked the rocking chair incessantly, humming a folk tune that was popular in the area. The tune was
vulgar and full of sexual provocation. Old Pan hummed it and suddenly covered his mouth and laughed. It was so funny and so lewd.
Once, he had Huang Yuzhu sing it for him. The slut lay naked on top of him and hummed it with
great relish and rhythm.
Back then, Yuzhu wasn't like she is now, old and faded, so full and plump. When she
straddled , writhing and frolicking, her breasts were still so firm and elastic.
With just a little teasing, her cunt would overflow with lustful fluids. Lao Pan's penis, as if drawn by a suction force, would effortlessly plunge in.

It was quite a struggle back then. Not seeing each other for two days, their hearts were itching like cats scratching an itch. Yuzhu's
husband, Lao Zhou, kept a close eye on her, but this slut was clever and always found excuses to sneak out.
Whenever they met, they were inseparable, passionately in love. Lao Pan would say, "You should go now, you've been out for ages." She'd say,
"Never mind him, I haven't had enough fun yet.

" One night, she even lingered in his bed, not returning home. Lao Pan didn't remember how much semen he ejaculated inside her that night,
only that they whispered endless sweet nothings and expressed their boundless longing.
Old Pan was quite capable; he used both his words and his fingers to bring that slut to ecstasy. She
swayed her body, saying, "How am I supposed to walk tomorrow? "
Old Pan, thrusting his penis hard, teased, "Let Old Zhou carry you home.
" She suddenly remembered she hadn't returned home all night; she said a fight was inevitable. But she always had a way.
Her husband, Old Zhou, had been threatening divorce for a long time, but she had the ability to subdue him. At most, she'd
hide , then reappear bright and beautiful in front of Old Pan.
Old Pan was a cook. He'd been an apprentice in a restaurant in the county town since he was 15, and later became a chef at the town government.
Old Pan was quick-witted, clever, and skillful; he had served all the town leaders well, always managing to get
benefits others couldn't.
When Lao Pan built two cement buildings on Ba Street, people were surprised to discover that even a cook could
become wealthy.
Lao Pan was tall and imposing; when he walked out of the town government building with a matchstick in his mouth and his hands behind his back, those who didn't
know him assumed he was a department head.
Lao Pan wasn't a leader, yet he lived a more comfortable life than any leader. Later, Lao Pan quit. He no longer
had to worry about money; he supported his eldest son, Pan Yang, who had graduated from teachers' college and was teaching at the town's middle school, and his daughter,
Pan Li who was married to the Gao family, a construction contractor. Only his second son, Pan Gang, was studying away from home and needed some expenses.
On the entire Ba Street, Lao Pan was the most extravagant spender. The best cigarettes and liquor supplied to the Qiaoshe (a local business) were all bought from him,
and he frequently patronized the VIP seats at the Dazhong Restaurant.
When Lao Pan's wife passed away, the people on the street still felt sorry for the few motherless children. The most worried was
Widow Zhang. She always rushed to the Pan family looking like she was facing a terrible disaster, washing their sheets and mending their clothes.

Widow Zhang had long arms and legs, a straight back, and a small bottom. Her face was quite pretty, with delicate, arched
eyebrows, round, dark almond-shaped eyes, a beautifully curved nose, and crescent-shaped lips. She had been a widow for six years, rejecting
countless marriage proposals, yet she had willingly come to Old Pan's door, acting as if she were the children's
stepmother .
Old Pan, at his age, had heard plenty of stories, even if he hadn't seen them all; he could tell the gender of a mosquito flying past. He
knew that Widow Zhang's desire to marry him was stronger than his desire to marry her. Old Pan certainly
wouldn't let this opportunity slip by, especially since Widow Zhang was pretty with delicate features and fair skin, though her breasts seemed
a little small. Old Pan wasn't in a hurry to seize her; instead, he teased her like a cat playing with a mouse.
When it comes to the art of seducing women, Old Pan was undeniably skilled and adept at it. His wife had endured
countless , yet she never complained. Whenever she rose from beneath him as if recovering from a serious illness, she
would always exclaim with endless gratitude: "No matter how much I've suffered with you, the pleasure you give me in this way is enough.

" Huang Yuzhu, once she was involved, was relentless. The myriad techniques Old Pan employed on her fueled her insatiable greed
, even shamelessly stroking his penis and saying, "I don't know how I could live without you."

If it weren't for this slut Yuzhu, he and Widow Zhang might have gotten together. She always tried her best to obstruct and resist,
even openly acknowledging their relationship in front of Widow Zhang.
In fact, Old Pan and Yuzhu's affair was common knowledge in Ba Street, but Widow Zhang didn't care. She
generously stated that even if she married Old Pan, she would never interfere with his continued relationship with Yuzhu. Old Pan slept with Widow Zhang when she asked him to change clothes
.
Widow Zhang had made him a new shirt and
asked him to try it on. She proactively helped him remove his clothes, her warm body
pressed against his back. This aroused Old Pan, and he suddenly turned around and pulled her tightly into his arms.

Widow Zhang's thin body stiffened as if hit by a bullet, then she panicked and tried to
pull back, but Old Pan's grip tightened. He cupped her face in his mouth and kissed her deeply
. Widow Zhang then fell into his arms, and under his relentless kisses,
her body slowly softened.

When Old Pan pulled down her pants, she was already lying on the bed. Everything happened naturally.
When , it was somewhat rough and savage. When the enormous penis forced open her labia, its sheer size made her feel uncomfortable
. Widow Zhang struggled aimlessly in vain, but Old Pan's penis relentlessly thrust deeper and deeper.

A series of violent thrusts left Widow Zhang breathless; she arched her body desperately,
almost knocking Old Pan to the ground. Suddenly, Old Pan moved his chin upwards, kissing her
swollen breasts through her thin clothing.
Widow Zhang felt herself about to faint. She wanted to tell Old Pan no, to ask him
to stop, but her hands gripped his hair tightly, forcefully pulling his head towards her...
He pressed down on her chest.
Zhang's long-dormant cunt, under Lao Pan's forceful penetration, was already overflowing with lustful fluid, so much so that each time Lao Pan withdrew,
a thick, milky-white fluid was drawn out. Zhang gritted her teeth, her face contorted in pain.
Lao Pan ejaculated too quickly and too suddenly; it was all over. Lao Pan found Zhang's legs dangling high,
her hand still holding up that brand-new shirt.

Lao Pan was still savoring Zhang's alluring demeanor on the bed when she hurriedly pulled up her pants and left. Lao Pan
didn't stop her, knowing it was easy, knowing she actually wanted to fuck him more than he did. He secretly
compared Zhang to Yuzhu; compared to the plump, round, and fleshy Yuzhu, Zhang appeared petite and delicate, possessing a different kind of
charm.

One was like steamed pork belly, the other like sweet and sour pork ribs—these two delicacies Lao Pan had been enjoying for
years. Yu Zhu frankly admitted that Lao Pan could have fun with Widow Zhang, but marriage was absolutely out of the question. Knowing that
marriage was hopeless, Widow Zhang was disheartened for a while, but unable to resist the urge to be with him, she
reluctantly went back to Lao Pan's bed.

For a time, things were peaceful; both were aware of each other's existence and even sometimes
showed gentlemanly courtesy. Later, they even addressed each other as sisters; she called her Sister Zhu, and she called her
Sister Zhen, since Widow Zhang's name contained the character Zhen.
Someone brought Lao Pan a piece of nylon printed fabric. A few days later, people on Ba Street noticed that Yu Zhu had made a
floral shirt , and Zhang Qiaozhen was wearing a floral skirt. While drinking exotic Pu'er tea at Zhang Qiaozhen's house,
Lao Zhou from Yu Zhu's family was boasting to the neighbors about the benefits of Pu'er tea.
Zhang Qiaozhen always went to Lao Pan's house after dinner to wash the children's clothes. Old Pan, brewing his post-meal
tea, watched her washing clothes in the courtyard with her sleeves rolled up. Various sizes of plastic buckets surrounded her.
Because she was wearing a skirt, and the slit in her panties was too wide, her vulva and
a small tuft of pubic hair were completely exposed to him unintentionally.

Old Pan, his mind wandering, deliberately teased her, "In this sweltering heat, even the dogs on the street are horny."
"You're just getting aroused, aren't you?" Zhang Qiaozhen replied, her hands still moving, then burst into a lewd laugh, "
Sister is being watched closely by Old Zhou again.

" "Haven't seen her for days. Someone said Old Zhou took her into the city," Old Pan said, scratching his head.
Qiaozhen said, "That sounds so sour. It's only natural for a loving couple like them."
With that , she carried a bucket of washed clothes to the clothesline.

"I'm jealous of her.
" Old Pan followed her over, his hands groping her buttocks. Qiaozhen swayed her hips, laughing hysterically:
"How can I do anything if you do this to me?"
Old Pan's hand moved up her thigh, slipping inside her open panties. His fingers played with
her narrow crevice, which was slightly wet. Old Pan put his fingers under his nose, smelling a slightly fishy
odor.

"Stop messing with me, it'll be done drying soon,"
Qiaozhen whispered. She shook her clothes open, but spread her legs, and Old Pan's hand easily
found inside her panties. He touched her smooth labia, pressing and gently kneading them with his palm.
Qiaozhen groaned comfortably, arching her buttocks slightly.

Her hands had stopped moving, her eyes slightly closed, her cunt burning with desire.
Old Pan had aroused her, and he saw a blush creep up her cheeks.
Old Pan rhythmically squeezed and rubbed with his fingers, his movements skillful, practiced, and highly provocative. Just then,
the slightly ajar door opened, and a slender figure squeezed through the crack. The two hurriedly moved away, and upon closer inspection, it
was Huang Yuzhu. She was wearing a loose-fitting dress, holding a folding fan in one hand and an
embroidered .

"That's when they start
," she said, constantly wiping the sweat from her face with the fan. She was beginning
to ; because of her constant movement, her breasts, like two restless little rabbits,
bounced wildly within the loose dress.
While Yuzhu was questioning Old Pan, Qiaozhen quickly glanced at her, and in that single glance, she noticed
that Yuzhu wasn't wearing a bra under her dress.

"Sister Zhu's here. Look at him, he can't even let anyone have a moment's peace while washing clothes," Qiaozhen said with a smile.
Yuzhu glanced at her seductively and said, "Haven't you two had enough fun these past few days

?" "Didn't you also go off to have some fun with Lao Zhou?" Lao Pan said, making her a cup of tea.
Yuzhu hooked a small stool with her foot, sat down, and drank her tea, saying, "He insisted on dragging me on a trip with him. I can't help it;
the older we get, the more clingy we become."

"You took a lot of pictures there, didn't you?" Qiaozhen had already hung the clothes out to dry. Yuzhu said, "
I'll show them to you when I come back in a few days."
"Who cares?" Lao Pan said.
Qiaozhen added, "Sister Zhu, it's rare for you to have a chance to come all this way, so stay a little longer. I'm leaving now; there's still some
cold tea brewing on the stove."
"
That's too kind of you. There's always a first-come, first-served rule," Yuzhu said insincerely, but then got up and saw
Qiaozhen to the door. As she returned, a body burning with passion rushed towards her,
throwing herself . A beautiful woman, limp and soft like a dough ball, fell into Old Pan's embrace. He lowered his head and kissed her breasts several times before saying, "I missed you so much! You couldn't resist, could you
? " He then wrapped his arms around her slender waist and led her upstairs to her room. "I bet that vixen is here. I have no intention of taking over her nest," she said as they entered Old Pan's bedroom. She then pulled his now large and long penis from his wide-legged trousers, stroked it in her hand for a while, and couldn't resist sliding down to him, opening her mouth to peck at it. Her tongue roamed aimlessly, caressing the glans penis with relish. Old Pan's heart was already burning with desire. He cupped her pink face, pushing and shoving her while letting the thing go in and out of her mouth. His hands, however, kept groping her plump buttocks, then lifted her skirt to reach her fleshy, throbbing vulva, probing with a finger into the hairy petals beneath, feeling only smoothness...

Jin. A middle finger was inserted straight into the hole, which was winding, narrow, and tender, gradually producing
some lubricating fluid as it rubbed against her.

Old Pan said, "Can't wait any longer, can you?"
Yu Zhu was enjoying the penis to the fullest, so engrossed that she didn't really answer, only nodding her head
like .
Old Pan saw that her pretty face was flushed, her exposed skin was as white as snow, and her black hair was like clouds. Seeing his drooling
, she said hastily, "Okay, give it to me."
Yu Zhu kept her eyes closed and didn't speak. She spat out his penis, quickly pulled off her underwear
, and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs towards him. Seeing her aroused state, Lao Pan was overcome with lust.
He held his penis, lifted one of her legs, and thrust diagonally into her half-exposed, red vulva.
She let out a soft moan, and her other leg followed suit, which he held firmly, thrusting in and out.

Yu Zhu moaned softly as he fucked her, her body writhing like a live fish on a chopping board.
Lao Pan didn't dare to be slow, thrusting his hips forward, gently and rhythmically pumping in and out,
churning deep inside her like a well. After a while, Yu Zhu, not satisfied, wanted him
to lie on top of her, spreading her two tender white thighs.

Old Pan saw her vulva, like a flower bud about to bloom, twitching and clenching, glistening with moisture, her juices dripping down like
snail saliva , directly onto his erect penis.
She trembled as she straddled him, spreading her jade-
like buttocks, then swirling her plump hips, aiming her wet vulva at him. With a slight effort, Old Pan's penis, as if it had eyes, slid in with practiced ease,
the glans disappearing into her vagina.

Instantly, her juices flowed freely down his penis. Her hands pressed against his hips, her
hips swaying rhythmically. She even looked down at the impact of his penis,
extending , letting it slip in and out between her fingers, her juices gushing out, yet her fingers could
n't quite grasp it.

Old Pan felt a tight grip in her cunt, and his glans felt hot, numb, and itchy.
Yu Zhu was indeed aroused; her cunt was already oozing a trickle of milky white fluid. She
wiped it with the hem of her skirt, but it remained incredibly soft and slippery.
Old Pan's lust burned even hotter, making his penis as hard as a club. The two of them made a series of loud squelching sounds,
like pigs slurping water.

When Old Pan ejaculated, Yu Zhu's cunt was incredibly numb.
Stimulated she shuddered and involuntarily released a lot of vaginal fluid. She cried
out softly, her legs tightly gripping Old Pan's for a long time, her fingers leaving many scratches on his body.

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