I turned my mother-in-law's house into a den of iniquity.

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I craned my neck on the balcony, staring downstairs. My six-year-old daughter, unable to contain herself any longer, had already come down. Only after I saw her petite figure on the lawn by the flowerbed did I return to the bedroom. She was still happily applying powder to her face. A lake-green suit lay sprawled on the bed. She sat upright in front of the mirror, her pale back completely naked except for a pitifully small pair of panties on her round buttocks, which clung tightly to her fleshy bottom. This was truly driving me crazy. Seeing her in such alluring panties, I wouldn't stop until I had her completely submissive and begging for mercy. I fiercely threw her to the ground, tearing off her panties with my hands and feet. She laughed wantonly, shouting, "Why are you here again? Haven't you had enough? I just finished, and you're causing trouble again." I didn't care. As the saying goes, lust knows no bounds. Even with a knife to my throat, I'd let her finish before I could cut her. I pulled out my already thick, hard penis, aimed at her sparsely haired vulva, and with a thrust of my hips, as if with eyes, I plunged the entire length inside. The cave was warm and moist, and the moment my glans touched her body, a tingling, pleasurable sensation shot through me, and I couldn't help but thrust wildly. After a few moments, a thin, sticky, and slippery flow overflowed from her vagina, making a soft, squelching sound like a cat licking a bowl of porridge. Looking at my wife, whom I was holding with one hand around her waist and the other supporting her buttocks, her face was flushed, her hair disheveled, and her slanted eyes were narrowed to mere wisps. She was moaning and groaning incessantly. After a few more vigorous thrusts, she was in ecstasy. One leg was hooked around my waist and hips, while the other was raised high, pointing to the sky. Her half-undone underwear was still hanging on her calf, like a flag waving in the air. She was completely defeated. A series of gushing ejaculations from her vagina signaled her total surrender. I thrust my penis in hard, then remained motionless, letting it swell and grow to its full length inside her. I felt the gentle, sucking sensation, like a baby nursing, which finally loosened her restrained nerves, allowing the hot semen to spray wildly. My penis throbbed and jerked with each ejaculation. She screamed, then her whole body tensed, from her thighs to her toes, stiffening completely before she collapsed heavily to the ground. Seeing her limp body lying on the carpet, beads of sweat on her forehead, I lifted her up. That's what makes my wife so alluring—easily aroused and easily satisfied. I haphazardly explored her vagina, and she moaned with blissful pleasure. It was time for me to be attentive. I found her a bra, and then, under her direction, I stuffed tissues into her underwear. When she put on her suit, I straightened her collar. We then happily headed downstairs. Our daughter impatiently kicked the wheels of our little car. When she saw us coming out of the stairwell arm in arm, she turned her face away, pouting. My in-laws' house was at the end of a small alley, and our small car couldn't fit. I parked it some distance away, and my wife muttered under her breath, "Why didn't you park with my sister-in-law's car?" My silly wife! Hers is an imported Crown; what is ours? The whole family was carrying bags and packages. Familiar neighbors greeted my wife from time to time. Once inside, we were indeed the last to arrive—basically, we were right behind my sister-in-law's house. My parents-in-law have three daughters. The youngest, Xiaoman, is still unmarried and has had at least ten boyfriends, but none have won her heart. My father-in-law, Xu Dexian, was a highly respected and respected principal of a prestigious middle school. After retiring, he still holds a sinecure at the school. My mother-in-law, Li Jingxian, is also a middle school Chinese teacher. The couple is eight years apart in age. Back then, my father-in-law risked being dismissed, investigated, or even fired from his job by marrying his eighteen-year-old student, Jingxian, creating a touching and memorable story in the local area. Privately, my mother-in-law told us that she was pregnant at the time and had no choice but to accept. I offered my father-in-law my birthday wishes with trepidation and presented him with a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, two bottles of Wuliangye liquor, and a red envelope containing eight hundred yuan—my entire month's salary as a lecturer at a teachers' college. It hurt, but my wife was happy. But compared to her older sister and Xiaoyuan, this was nothing; they were incomparable. Her brother-in-law, Zhang Ping, was a minor official, currently serving in a rural township. Rumor had it he had a bright future ahead of him, and upon his return, he'd be shouldering heavy responsibilities and enjoying a promising career. At that moment, he was sitting on the sofa, swinging his legs, looking relaxed and plump. He'd gained weight in the time I hadn't seen him. A cigarette dangling from his lips, he casually glanced into the side room next to the living room—Xiaoman's bedroom. I leaned against the doorframe, my wife and her husband were having a lively conversation inside, when I heard Xiaoman say, "He's a good man in every way, except he's too lustful. We've only gone on a few dates, and he already wants me to sleep with him." "Men these days aren't like that," my wife said. "He's quite handsome, and his family is well-off. Don't pretend to be a lady, you're not a virgin." Xiaoman got impatient and slapped my wife, "Don't you dare say that! If you mention it again, I won't tell you anything anymore." I pretended to be a gentleman and knocked on the open door. Xiaoman, her face flushed, came over and pushed my shoulder, "Go away, go away, it's a woman's talk, why are you getting involved?" "Can't I go find my wife?" I said swaggeringly as I walked in. My wife was taking off her suit and looking for Xiaoman's pajamas to change into. Xiaoman glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, muttering, "Look at your wife, there's still paper in there. Confess, she did it when she first came." "Yeah, with a physique like mine, how could I stand it if I didn't have sex a couple of times a day?" I answered her bluntly. "Shameless! How can you brag about this? You're shameless." Xiaoman lightly ran her hand across her face. "Xiaoman's jealous." My wife glanced at me with moist eyes, teasing me at the right time. My wife is always on my side. Xiaoman glared at me fiercely; oh my god, those phoenix eyes held a deep resentment. My mother-in-law called from outside, "Xiaohui, come help!" Xiaohui is my wife. As soon as she left, I lay down on Xiaoman's bed. The young girl's boudoir smelled wonderful, especially on the bed. Xiaoman pounced on me and pinched my thigh hard. "You're quite the show-off, running wild like a stallion." I endured the pain, afraid to scream, and could only gasp for breath. "No, someone will see us." She then stood up and said to me from the bedside, "What do you think of that young policeman Zhang Ping introduced? He's a bit like you." "Come on, tell me, how far has it gone?" A sour taste seemed to rise in her head, but she forced a smile. "It was just hugging and cuddling, that's all. He took me to the newly allocated apartment and tried to take off my clothes, but I wouldn't let him." As she spoke, she kicked the bed leg. With each kick, my heart pounded on the bed. The girl in front of me had a face as delicate as a peach blossom after the rain. She was facing away from the door, and the light from outside shone through her snow-white nightgown, which was as thin as paper, revealing her curvaceous and exquisite body. My penis instantly sprang to life, pressing against my crotch like a tent. I unzipped the jacket, picked it up, and asked, "How's it going? Haven't tasted meat in ages, huh?" She turned her face away, "You rascal, who cares about you? Go find your wife." With that, she slunk away, her body trembling. Her words, like a bucket of cold water, chilled me to the bone, and my penis inexplicably went limp. A girl's heart is like a sudden, unpredictable storm. Two years ago, I attended a basketball coaching training course in the provincial capital. Xiaoman hadn't graduated yet, so I often went to see her. The auntie guarding Xiaoman's dormitory was adorable. Whenever I visited, she'd pick up the microphone and shout into the window, "Xu Xiaoman, receive a guest!" or "Xu Xiaoman, a guest has arrived!" Her Mandarin was impeccably clear and perfect. Xiaoman would come running downstairs, linking arms with me, and we'd stroll around campus or go to eat nearby. Seeing her so cheerful, I initially thought it was just a girl from afar longing for her family. Gradually, she became familiar with her classmates, and we started going to karaoke bars and pubs together. She never revealed to her classmates and friends that I was her brother-in-law, seemingly treating me like her boyfriend from her hometown. I attributed all of this to a girl's vanity, especially since this brother-in-law was a tall, handsome basketball coach. In the private rooms, we'd flirtatiously hug and kiss, and when we drank too much, we'd become unrestrained and playful. On the weekend, Xiaoman called me, saying she and her group were partying at a famous disco and insisted I come. When I arrived by taxi, the group of three women and two men were quite drunk. The place was noisy and chaotic, the music surging like a whirlwind, as if trying to lift the roof off. More than a dozen wine bottles were scattered haphazardly on the table, along with opened bottles of red wine. A couple was already entangled in a chaotic embrace on a narrow single armchair—truly a place for revelry. Another storm of frenzied activity ensued, the roar deafening and breathtaking. Xiaoman dragged me onto the dance floor. It was still late spring, but Xiaoman had already eagerly donned summer clothes: a thin, narrow black skirt that revealed her underwear with every sway of her hips, and a sexy high-necked, sleeveless, tight-fitting top that accentuated her prominent breasts. She writhed and twisted in front of me, making provocative and alluring movements. Spotlights flashed like lightning across the night sky. She was no longer the innocent and beautiful young woman I remembered; she was a woman of boneless suppleness, brimming with wanton desire. Afterwards, the music slowed, plunging the entire hall into darkness, the saxophone playing a long, drawn-out melody.The melody was plaintive and sorrowful. I held her close, swaying my body, feeling the heat emanating from her thin clothes. She wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her delicate face in my shoulder, her full breasts pressed against me without any restraint. A hidden fire spread within me. With each light step, our thighs touched. I wrapped my arms around her waist and followed her behind a thick pillar. There I kissed her; her dry lips parted slightly. As I pressed against her, her tongue, nimble as a viper's tongue, darted into my mouth. I sucked and held that venomous tongue in my mouth, my feet no longer moving. She leaned against the pillar, one leg propped up, the other on tiptoe, eagerly welcoming my descending body. As we gasped for breath, she said intermittently, "Don't worry, I've long desired you." I must have looked incredibly awkward then, speechless and dumbfounded. She hugged me again and said, "Really, you're the first man who's ever made my heart flutter. I don't care who you are." Then, a shower of kisses rained down on my cheeks, eyes, and lips. She took my hand and led me to the door. We hailed a taxi, and she told me the name of a hotel. Inside the car, we huddled together tightly, one of her thighs raised high on me, her entire fair buttocks prominently displayed, much to the driver's delight. She whispered sweetly in my ear, "I can't wait, I want you." "What about them? Aren't they going to be anxious later?" I stroked her back. "You haven't taken your bag or your coat yet." She pinched my inner thigh hard with her hand, "At a time like this, you're still thinking about that thing." As soon as we entered the room, Xiaoman jumped onto me, her legs spread wide and wrapped around my waist. We kissed like a storm, our tongues leaping and dancing. She must have felt my hard, swollen penis pressing against her buttocks, rubbing and teasing it with her hips. I picked her up and laid her flat on the bed. As I took off my clothes, I said to her, "I'll run the water so we can take a shower together." "No, no, I want it now." Before I could finish speaking, she jumped up and pulled me into her arms, her hands frantically groping my crotch. When one hand grasped my penis, the other hand pulled off her panties. I saw the girl's secret place: a patch of sparse, yellowish pubic hair covering her mound-like vulva. The hair lay flat against her fleshy labia, and a moist sheen seeped from the slit, making the pink labia appear even more delicate, like a flower bud glistening with dew. I knelt on the bed, grabbed a pillow and placed it under her buttocks. I brought my penis to her vulva and rubbed the thick, egg-shaped head back and forth against her labia. I could hear her rapid breathing, and I could tell that Xiaoman, whom I was pressing down on, was definitely a virgin. I could tell from her timidly assuming the position for intercourse, from her indifference as she touched my penis, and from the bewildered look in her eyes when she was aroused. My glans rested on her slightly parted labia, my hands tightly gripping her buttocks. Suddenly, I thrust hard, my penis slid in sharply, her warm vagina gripping it tightly. I dared not move, letting my penis lie still inside. Her face twitched, her teeth biting her lip, large tears streaming from her tightly closed eyes. I leaned forward, bringing my face close to her paper-white face, my lips filled with pity as I kissed her tenderly. I sucked the tears from her eyes, whispering in her ear, "If it hurts, just scream, it'll make you feel better." "I'm doing this willingly," she whispered, her voice barely audible. A hot, trickling flow was already coming from her vagina, the muscles between her vaginal walls expanding and contracting. I felt it was time, so I began to thrust slowly and deliberately. At first, I only thrust short distances, sometimes just lingering at the bottom for a moment. She began to savor the pleasure of intercourse, arching her belly and clumsily meeting my thrusts, while also lifting her legs to tightly grip my waist and hips. I quickened the pace of my thrusts, my penis plunging more boldly into her labia before penetrating her deeply. Her face flushed with a drunken blush, and her bright, sparkling eyes shone with a joyful light. She hummed incomprehensible tunes, and with each of my vigorous thrusts, she scratched and clawed at my back and buttocks. I pulled her skirt and her bodysuit down to her head, and she cooperated by unhooking her bra, revealing a crystal-clear, snow-white, rounded body. The Xu family's daughters all had flawless, fair skin. Xiaoman's breasts weren't as full as her sister's; they were small and firm, each a handful, with small, dark red nipples that wobbled and hardened at the slightest touch. My penis was pressed against her vulva, but my mind was entirely on her. I was playing with her breasts, my large hands outstretched to grasp and rub them, occasionally lightly touching her nipples with my fingers. Her whole body trembled and shuddered, sometimes curling up from the tickling, her buttocks moving frantically. Not satisfied, she would put her legs on the bed, bend her knees, and strain, trying to push her vulva upwards. Xiaoman, experiencing love for the first time, was so charming and lovely. Given time, she would become a wanton and unrestrained little vixen, indulging in pleasure. I pulled out my penis; the wet glans still had a few traces of blood on it. The snow-white pillowcase was dotted with red spots; add a few strokes of ink, and it would be a traditional Chinese painting of plum blossoms welcoming spring. I stood by the bed, scooped her buttocks up, and placed them on the edge of the bed. I spread her legs, lowered my waist, and thrust my penis in, head and all. She gasped, but couldn't withstand my sudden impact. She let out a long sigh, placed her arms above her head, and let me thrust wildly. Her vagina was filled with fragrant, honey-like, milky-white fluid, which was carried by my penis, flowing down her thighs, her buttocks, and onto the sheets. Sometimes she squinted her eyes, shaking her head and ears, letting her black hair dance wildly. Other times she opened her eyes wide, filled with boundless tenderness and affection.With her lips pressed together, large tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes. I leaned forward, bringing my face close to her paper-white face, and kissed her tenderly with pity. I sucked the tears from her eyes and whispered in her ear, "If you feel pain, just scream, it'll make you feel better." "I'm doing this willingly," she whispered, her voice barely audible. A warm, trickling flow was already coming from her vagina, and the muscles between her vaginal walls expanded and contracted in waves. I felt it was time, so I began to thrust slowly, at first only short strokes, sometimes just lingering at the bottom for a moment. She began to savor the pleasure of intercourse, arching her back and clumsily meeting my thrusts, and also raising her legs to tightly grip my waist and hips. I quickened the pace of my thrusts, my penis plunging more boldly into her labia before plunging in deeply. Her face was flushed with the effects of alcohol, and her bright, sparkling eyes shone with an expression of ecstatic joy. She hummed incomprehensible tunes, and as I thrust into her violently, her hands scratched and clawed at my back and buttocks. I pulled her skirt and her bodysuit down over her head, and she readily unhooked her bra, revealing a flawless, snow-white body. The Xu family's daughters all had flawless, fair skin, but Xiaoman's breasts weren't as full as her sister's. They were small and firm, with small, dark red nipples that hardened at the slightest touch. My penis pressed against her vulva, but my mind was entirely on her breasts; I opened my large hands to grasp and rub them, occasionally lightly touching her nipples with my fingers. Her whole body trembled and shuddered. Sometimes, unable to resist the itch, she curled up, her buttocks moving frantically. Not satisfied, she would put her legs on the bed, bend her knees, and strain, trying to push her vulva upwards. This young woman, experiencing love for the first time, was so charming and lovely. Given time, she would become a little vixen, indulging in pleasure and unrestrained lust. I pulled out my penis. The entire wet glans still had a few traces of blood on it. The snow-white pillowcase was dotted with red spots. Add a few strokes of ink, and it would be a traditional Chinese painting of plum blossoms welcoming spring. I stood by the bed, scooped her buttocks up, and placed them on the edge of the bed. I spread her legs, lowered my waist, and thrust my penis in, head and all. She gasped, but couldn't withstand my sudden impact. She let out a long sigh, placed her arms above her head, and let me thrust wildly. Her vagina was filled with fragrant, honey-like, milky-white fluid, which was carried by my penis, flowing down her thighs, her buttocks, and onto the sheets. Sometimes she squinted her eyes, shaking her head and ears, letting her black hair dance wildly. Other times she opened her eyes wide, filled with boundless tenderness and affection.With her lips pressed together, large tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes. I leaned forward, bringing my face close to her paper-white face, and kissed her tenderly with pity. I sucked the tears from her eyes and whispered in her ear, "If you feel pain, just scream, it'll make you feel better." "I'm doing this willingly," she whispered, her voice barely audible. A warm, trickling flow was already coming from her vagina, and the muscles between her vaginal walls expanded and contracted in waves. I felt it was time, so I began to thrust slowly, at first only short strokes, sometimes just lingering at the bottom for a moment. She began to savor the pleasure of intercourse, arching her back and clumsily meeting my thrusts, and also raising her legs to tightly grip my waist and hips. I quickened the pace of my thrusts, my penis plunging more boldly into her labia before plunging in deeply. Her face was flushed with the effects of alcohol, and her bright, sparkling eyes shone with an expression of ecstatic joy. She hummed incomprehensible tunes, and as I thrust into her violently, her hands scratched and clawed at my back and buttocks. I pulled her skirt and her bodysuit down over her head, and she readily unhooked her bra, revealing a flawless, snow-white body. The Xu family's daughters all had flawless, fair skin, but Xiaoman's breasts weren't as full as her sister's. They were small and firm, with small, dark red nipples that hardened at the slightest touch. My penis pressed against her vulva, but my mind was entirely on her breasts; I opened my large hands to grasp and rub them, occasionally lightly touching her nipples with my fingers. Her whole body trembled and shuddered. Sometimes, unable to resist the itch, she curled up, her buttocks moving frantically. Not satisfied, she would put her legs on the bed, bend her knees, and strain, trying to push her vulva upwards. This young woman, experiencing love for the first time, was so charming and lovely. Given time, she would become a little vixen, indulging in pleasure and unrestrained lust. I pulled out my penis. The entire wet glans still had a few traces of blood on it. The snow-white pillowcase was dotted with red spots. Add a few strokes of ink, and it would be a traditional Chinese painting of plum blossoms welcoming spring. I stood by the bed, scooped her buttocks up, and placed them on the edge of the bed. I spread her legs, lowered my waist, and thrust my penis in, head and all. She gasped, but couldn't withstand my sudden impact. She let out a long sigh, placed her arms above her head, and let me thrust wildly. Her vagina was filled with fragrant, honey-like, milky-white fluid, which was carried by my penis, flowing down her thighs, her buttocks, and onto the sheets. Sometimes she squinted her eyes, shaking her head and ears, letting her black hair dance wildly. Other times she opened her eyes wide, filled with boundless tenderness and affection.

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