I took all my wives and their families.

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"Hehehe, still dawdling." I yelled impatiently at my wife, who was still applying makeup, "Your parents will start gossiping again. We're always the last ones to arrive." "That's it, that's it. Little Ke." She agreed verbally, but her hands were still carefully applying lipstick.

I craned my neck on the balcony, staring downstairs. My six-year-old daughter couldn't wait any longer and came down. Only after I saw her petite figure on the lawn by the flower bed did I return to the bedroom. She was still happily applying powder to her face. A lake-green suit was spread on the bed. She sat in front of the mirror, her white back completely naked, except for a pitifully small pair of panties on her round buttocks, which made her plump buttocks look even bigger.

This was really driving me crazy. As soon as I saw her wearing such alluring panties, I wouldn't stop until I made her beg for mercy.

I fiercely threw her to the ground and frantically pulled off her panties. She laughed and shouted wantonly, "Why are you here again? Haven't you had enough? I just finished getting ready, 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 cut her. I pulled out my already thick, hard cock, aimed at her sparsely haired pubic opening, 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 washed over me, and I couldn't help but thrust wildly.

A few moments later, a thin, sticky fluid overflowed from her vagina, making soft, gurgling sounds like a cat licking a bowl of porridge. I then saw her holding my waist with one hand and supporting my buttocks with the other. My wife's face was flushed, her hair disheveled, her slanted eyes narrowed to slits, and she moaned softly. A few more vigorous thrusts from me, and she was on the verge of ecstasy. One leg was wrapped around my hip, the other raised high, her half-undone pants still dangling from her calf like a flag waving in the air.

She was completely defeated; a gush of semen erupted from her vagina, signaling her utter surrender. I thrust my penis in hard, then remained still, letting it swell inside her. As it grew longer, experiencing the twitching and gentle biting sensation like a baby suckling, her bound nerves finally relaxed, allowing the hot semen to spray wildly. During the ejaculation, my penis throbbed and twitched. She screamed, then her whole body tensed, from her thighs to her toes, stiffening, before she fell 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 for a while, and she… She was beaming with delight.

It was my turn to be attentive. I found her a bra, and then, under her direction, I put tissues inside her underwear. When she put on her suit, I straightened her collar. We then happily headed downstairs. Our daughter, impatiently kicking the wheels of our little car, turned her face away and pouted as she saw us coming out of the building arm in arm.

My in-laws' house was at the end of a small alley, and our car, being small, couldn't fit. I parked it some distance away, and my wife muttered under her breath, "Why didn't we park with my older sister's car?" My silly wife! That's an imported crown, what's ours? The whole family was carrying bags and packages. Familiar neighbors kept greeting my wife. When we got home, we were indeed the last to arrive, actually just behind my eldest sister's family. My

parents-in-law have three daughters. The youngest, Xiaoman, is still unmarried. She's had at least ten boyfriends, but none have won her heart.

My father-in-law, Xu Dexian, was a former principal of a prestigious middle school, highly respected in the education field. After retiring at a certain age, 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, brazenly marrying his eighteen-year-old student, Jingxian, creating a touching and memorable story in the local area. Privately, my mother-in-law… But she told us that she was already pregnant at the time and had no choice but to accept.

I nervously wished my father-in-law a happy birthday and presented him with a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, two bottles of Wuliangye liquor, and a red envelope containing eight hundred yuan. I was giving away my entire month's salary as a lecturer at the teachers' college. It hurt, but my wife was happy. But compared to my older sister and Xiaoyuan, this was a drop in the ocean, incomparable. My brother-in-law, Zhang Ping, was a minor official, currently working in a rural town. I heard he had a bright future ahead of him, and would be given important responsibilities and a promising career once he returned.

At that moment, he was sitting on the sofa, swinging his legs. He looked plump and had gained weight since I last saw him. A cigarette dangling from his lips, he was staring blankly into the side room next to the living room, which was Xiaoman's bedroom.

I leaned against the doorframe. My wife and Xiaoman were talking animatedly inside. I heard Xiaoman say, "He's a good man, but he's too lustful. We've only dated a few times, and he already wants me to sleep with him." "Men these days aren't like that. I think he's quite handsome," my wife said. "Besides, the family environment is nice. Don't pretend to be a lady. It's not like you're 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 business. Why are you getting involved?" "Can't I just go see my wife?" I swaggered 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 and muttered, "Look at your wife. She's still wearing padding. Confess, she did it as soon as she arrived." "Yeah, with a physique like mine, how can I stand it if I don't have sex two or three 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 was jealous. My wife glanced over with moist eyes, teasing me at the opportune moment. My wife is always on my side. Xiaoman glared at me fiercely, my goodness, those phoenix eyes held a lingering resentment. My mother-in-law called from outside, "Xiaohui, come help me." Xiaohui is my wife. As soon as she left, I lay down on Xiaoman's bed. A young girl's boudoir is naturally fragrant, let alone the bed. Xiaoman pounced on me and pinched my thigh hard.

"You're quite the show-off, like a stallion running wild." I endured the pain, not daring to scream, and could only gasp for breath, "No, someone will see us." She then stood up and said to me by the bed, "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 feeling seemed to rise in my head, but I forced a smile.

" "It was just hugging and cuddling, nothing more. He took me to the newly allocated apartment and tried to take off my clothes, but I wouldn't let him." She said, kicking 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. With her back to the door, the outside light shone through, revealing her curvaceous body beneath her thin, white nightgown. My penis instantly hardened, pressing against my pants like a tent.

I unzipped my pants, picked it up, and asked, "How's it going? Haven't tasted meat in a long time, have you?" She turned her face away: "You rascal, who cares about you? Go find your wife." After saying that, she walked out, her body twisted and trembling.

She had poured a bucket of cold water on me, chilling me to the bone, and my penis inexplicably went limp. A girl's thoughts are like a sudden, unpredictable storm; you can never fathom them.

Two years ago, I attended a basketball coaching training course in the provincial capital. Xiaoman hadn't graduated yet, so I often went to visit her. The auntie who guarded the girls' dormitory was also lovely. Whenever I went, she would pick up the microphone and call out to the upper floor, "Xu Xiaoman, welcome a guest!" or "Xu Xiaoman, a guest has arrived!" Her Mandarin was impeccable and clear.

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 erupted, 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. Her black short skirt was thin and narrow; with a sway of her hips, her underwear was visible. Over it was 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 moves. Every now and then, spotlights flashed like lightning across the night sky. She was no longer the pure and beautiful young woman I remembered; she was a woman of supple grace and unrestrained desire.

Then the music slowly began, plunging the entire hall into darkness. The saxophone's long, drawn-out 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 led 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 haltingly, "Don't worry, I've wanted you for a long time." I must have looked incredibly awkward then, speechless and dumbfounded. She hugged me again and said, "Really, you're the first man to make 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 us the name of a hotel. Inside the car, we huddled together, one of her thighs raised high on me, her entire white buttocks prominently displayed, a perfect treat for the driver.

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 the hand she was touching. "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. Another storm of kisses ensued, our tongues leaping like fish out of water. 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 bath together." "No, no, now!" Before I could finish speaking, she sprang up and pulled me into her arms, her hands frantically groping around my crotch. When one hand grasped my penis, the other hand ripped off her panties.

I saw the girl's secret place: a patch of sparse, yellowish pubic hair covering her mound-like vulva, lying smoothly against her two fleshy labia. Moisture seeped from the slit in the middle, making the pink labia inside appear even more delicate, like a flower bud covered in frost and dew.

I knelt on the bed, grabbed a pillow and placed it under her buttocks, then brought my penis to her vulva, rubbing its 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. From her timidly assuming the position for intercourse, from her indifferent expression as she touched my penis, 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, and suddenly I thrust hard, my penis slid in sharply, her warm vulva gripping it tightly. I didn't dare move, leaving my penis lying motionless inside. Her face twitched, her teeth clenched her lips, and 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 away the tears from her eyes and whispered 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 warm, trickling flow was already

flowing from her vagina, the muscles of her vaginal walls expanding and contracting. I felt it was time, and I began to thrust gently, at first only short strokes, sometimes just grinding at the bottom. She began to savor the pleasure of intercourse, arching her back and clumsily meeting my thrusts, her legs clamping tightly around my waist and hips. I quickened the pace of my thrusts, my penis plunging more boldly into her labia before plunging in deeply. A flush of intoxication rose on her face, 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 to her head, and she cooperated by unhooking her bra, revealing a crystal-clear, snow-white, round, and lustrous body.

The Xu family's daughters all had flawless white skin, but 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 hardened and swayed 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 place 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 alluring. Given time, she would become a wanton and unrestrained little vixen, indulging in pleasure.

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 up her buttocks, 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 a sweet, milky-white fluid, which flowed out with my penis, running down her thighs, her buttocks, and onto the sheets.

Sometimes she squinted, shaking her head and ears, letting her black hair dance wildly. Other times she opened her eyes wide, filled with boundless tenderness and affection. Her nostrils flared, her slightly upturned lips sighed incessantly, and moans, like complaints, cries, and wailes, escaped from her abdomen.

All of this fueled my lust to a fever pitch. My penis, like a wild horse unleashed, surged and pounded, a wave of intense pleasure coursing through my body. Unable to contain myself, my semen gushed out. My penis danced joyfully inside her, my heartstrings relaxed, and my mind went blank. My body pressed heavily against hers, my arms wrapped tightly around her neck, and my lips gently nibbled at her hair and earlobes.

I don't know how long I slept in this half-awake, half-asleep state before I finally sat up. She wiped the sweat from my forehead with her palm and said sweetly, "Making love is so wonderful." I pulled her up, then carried her to the bathroom. We squeezed together under the showerhead, enjoying the warm spray. My hands caressed her entire body, and she seemed to enjoy the touch. She raised her hands above her head in a seductive pose and said, "I'm not much worse than Xiaohui, am I?" They all called each other by their first names like that. I just smiled approvingly. I wasn't foolish enough to talk about another woman in front of her, even though they were sisters born of the same mother.

"I've been plotting something ever since then." I asked her, and her eyes filled with shyness as she stubbornly protested, "I had no ulterior motives." I then pulled her closer, pressing my cheek against hers, and said, "What's wrong with that? Tell me." "I once spied on you and Xiaohui making love," she said softly and emotionally. "When I talked to Xiaohui about men, I always mentioned you indirectly. I felt that a man should be like you. From that moment on, I secretly made up my mind that I would give my virginity to you." I was terrified and stammered, "Aren't you afraid of letting Xiaohui find out?" "Don't worry, it's that era now, I'll do a good job." She looked disdainful, but luckily my face was dark, so I couldn't see the redness.

We whispered sweet nothings to each other, creating a light and romantic atmosphere in the bathroom. We embraced and kissed, our long-dormant desires rekindled. Her hands were constantly caressing my scrotum, sometimes circling my thick, coarse pubic hair with her fingers, making it throb and grotesque.

I had her lean over the sink, which was a bit too high, but luckily I was tall enough. I spread her buttocks with both hands, my thumbs parting her swollen labia, and thrust in from behind. This time, the penetration was much smoother.

Xiaoman's vagina responded immediately, flowing with warm, wet fluid. Feeling more confident, I moved with abandon, thrusting wildly, panting heavily, watching her labia open and close with each stroke. In the mirror, she gritted her teeth, her phoenix eyes blazing with anger, her chapped lips pursed into a circle, sighing and resignedly accepting her fate.

This made me slow down, but she retorted angrily, "Don't stop! I'm really enjoying it!" My arrogance immediately flared, and I swung my penis even harder, making it feel like a club. Her arms were bent on the cold marble countertop, her hands gripping the faucet tightly, her breasts swaying with my thrusts, her voice trembling with a sob, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, how can it feel so good? I'm going crazy." A sudden urge to urinate also came over me, and I released all my semen.

We stayed at the hotel until the afternoon of the next day. When we were tired, we would fall asleep in each other's arms. When the mood struck, we would writhe together, our naked bodies ready to make love anytime, anywhere, as if testing our sexual stamina. Her vagina was never dry for a while, either being filled with my semen or wet with her own juices. She was like a child who had awakened to the truth, now even more passionate and obsessed.

I was on the phone ordering food delivery when she straddled my lower abdomen, holding my penis and stroking it herself until the doorbell rang. She was still moaning happily.

(II)

Lying on Xiaoman's soft and comfortable bed, my sister-in-law really knew how to enjoy herself. The bed was covered with colorful silk sheets and a tall, human-sized pillow. She was so soft and cuddly, nestled between my legs, like a human body. Perhaps there was a place where her vagina was constantly rubbing against me, maybe even wet with dew.

"Jianbin...come help me, that glans won't stick out." My mother-in-law called me from outside the window. I chuckled and mumbled to myself, then replied, "I'll do it." When I got to the kitchen, Jingxian was wielding a cleaver on the cutting board, battling a turtle. The turtle was cowering, making her flustered and unsure where to begin. I grabbed her arms from behind and moved her around. It seemed the kitchen was a bit cramped. Her full, thick buttocks pressed against my crotch as we moved, and I took the opportunity to nudge her with my penis.

"Mom, let me do it. Watch how I deal with this glans." I took the knife from her hand, and she glared at me, saying, "What are you saying? It sounds so awkward." She was wearing white cotton floral trousers and a collarless, sleeveless blouse with a small apron tied in a pretty bow at her waist.

I asked her for a chopstick, held it horizontally in front of the turtle to tease it, making it stick out its head and bite the chopstick. Then, with a single cut, the glans, dripping with blood, sprang up. Jingxian laughed heartily, praising me repeatedly, "You're good, you're really good, kid." "Mom, remember, tease the glans, and it'll come out." I gestured for her to tie my apron on. She untied her apron and wrapped her arms around me, chuckling, "You little rascal, you never say anything nice." I deftly sliced the turtle into eight pieces, while she prepared some seasonings for me. Her sheer floral trousers were so thin that I could see her red underwear on her buttocks. For a woman her age to wear such brightly colored underwear, it was clear her desire hadn't faded. That splash of red made my heart race. What a beautiful scene must be inside! Just thinking about it gave me a feeling of floating on clouds. This woman was truly worth exploring.

"Hey, it smells so good! Jianbin is so diligent!" A crisp voice rang out, and Xiaoyuan, drawn by the aroma, leaned her head into the pot of braised turtle, taking a deep sniff. "Careful, don't fall your eyeballs in," I said jokingly. She put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Zhang Ping can't cook at all, Xiaohui is so lucky." I nudged her ribs, and they landed right on her two plump breasts. A wave of pleasure washed over me, and my ribs, still not satisfied, rubbed against her breasts. She didn't seem to mind, and like a child, she kept pushing upwards.

These sumptuous dishes were successfully prepared amidst my mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and I's playful banter. The food, set on the table, looked and smelled delicious. My father-in-law took a deep sip of wine, his face beaming with joy. The two children couldn't wait and had already started eating. We adults vied to raise our glasses to my father-in-law, spouting platitudes about longevity and happiness. Seeing me remain silent, mechanically following the others in raising their glasses, Xiaoman kicked me hard under the table. I glared at her, telling her to mind her own business. Jingxian also raised her glass, saying, "I also toast you on behalf of your father. These past years, our family has finally become lively and prosperous." "Yes, drink up! Zhang Ping is at the peak of his career, and Xiaoyuan's career is booming. You should all learn from them," Xu Dexian praised. "Xiaoyuan, I saw your red flag waving dance. You could expand the scene, make it more exciting." "Dad, there are only about ten teachers at my school, and they all went up." Xiaoyuan said, having been a kindergarten teacher, she now runs a successful dance school. Xu Dexian then said, "Should we let the students go too?" "I've thought about that too, we'll see." Xiaoyuan replied, and Zhang Ping poured wine for his father-in-law, saying, "...""Dad, don't worry, she'll do a good job.

" "Jianbin is doing well too, and Xiaohui has been promoted to lobby manager at the hotel," Jingxian added.

"That's right, Xiaoyuan, your children are all grown up now, you don't need to worry so much, unlike us," Xiaohui said. "Mom, why don't you move in with us and help take care of Ke'er?" My wife had just hit the nail on the head. I looked at Jingxian, afraid she wouldn't agree.

"I don't mind, it depends on your dad's opinion," Jingxian said. Xu Dexian added, "That's fine, but it can't be too long." I was secretly pleased, but still looked at the others with lingering fear. Xiaoman pouted, "Xiaohui, you're too selfish. What are we going to do?" "Xiaoman, you're helping your sister," Xiaohui smiled sweetly at her younger sister. Lunch passed by like this. After lunch, a mahjong table was set up in the living room, and my wife Xiaohui naturally took a seat.

Zhang Ping and Xiaoyuan each occupied one side. My father-in-law always disdained playing such low-class games and went back to his room for a nap. Xiaoman seemed unable to join in, so she gave her seat to Jingxian. While they were arguing and trying to decide the direction of the game, she gestured towards me with her lip. I went to her room. She pretended to watch the game for a while, then went back to her room.

I was resting with my eyes closed on her bed when she came over and breathed into my ear. I touched her cheek, and she whispered, "Let's go out." "Where to?" I asked, kissing her cheek. She patted me lightly: "How should I know? Tell me." Then she whispered, "The movie theater." "Okay, let's go one way first, I'll go first." As we left, I rang my phone, pretending to decline as I left her room, putting on a long face. Then I told Xiaohui, "Something came up at school, I'll be right back." Jingxian kindly reminded me not to forget to come back early. Xiaohui played a card that Zhang Ping won, muttering, "That mess at school, can't even let anyone have a peaceful weekend." I started the car, and before the air conditioning had even cooled down, Xiaoman sauntered in. She was wearing a white shirt and a red skirt; the shirt was tight-fitting, while the skirt was loose and flowing, a relaxed and fresh look.

She reached the car, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and hurriedly got in. I drove to the movie theater. There weren't many people there; the air conditioning was blasting out. We got a private box, closed the door, and our bodies became entangled. I showered her face, eyes, and lips with kisses, and she returned the favor, sucking on my lips.

I wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her neck, our passion igniting a fiery intensity in the box. She pulled away from my lips, panting heavily, then pulled my head back, kissing me even more intensely and passionately. She freed her hands to roam freely over my body, one hand slipping under my waistband, which was tightly fastened, making it difficult for her to reach inside.

She frantically searched for the belt buckle, trying but unable to undo it. Finally, frustrated, she gave up and simply unzipped her pants, grabbing my penis directly from the crotch. Once she had it, her hand began to play with it with great interest, rubbing and pressing the glans, and shaking the base of my penis. Not satisfied, she even tried to reach out with her other hand. Oh dear, I was afraid she would tear my pants. I unbuckled my belt myself, pulled down my underwear along with my thighs, and sat down on the sofa.

Through the window, on the screen, a couple was also entwined. She didn't sit on the sofa, but squatted between my legs, her hands playing with my wildly growing penis, rubbing it against her cheek. I then idly unbuttoned her shirt, taking off the top two buttons, and my hands moved from her underarms to her back, groping along the straps. She slapped my hands away, but unhooked her bra in the front, cooing at me, "Silly." I spread my fan-like palm and covered her breasts. Her firm breasts swelled under my caresses, becoming heavy and firm. My palm had a small, hard, bean-like tip that pecked at them; with a flick of my index finger, her body trembled.

"Hey, your breasts have gotten fuller now, they're almost as big as your sister's." She pressed my penis to her lips, occasionally sticking out her tongue to lick it, saying, "Really? I've noticed that too, maybe I've gained weight." "No, it's just from being with more men." I said, but my hand squeezed even more greedily.

She pretended to be angry and lightly patted the head of my penis with her hand, but it was a different feeling, like a feather brushing against it, "I don't have that many men, I don't have any men." After saying that, she pressed her face against mine again. I remembered that I had already done it with Xiaohui in the morning, and it was too rushed, so I hadn't washed properly. I didn't dare to say it directly, so I grabbed her under her arms and pulled her onto my lap. I hurriedly lifted her skirt and stroked up her thighs, immediately touching her hairy, wet vulva. It turned out that she had obviously come prepared, not even wearing underwear.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, then pressed her face against my shoulder, murmuring, "You can't laugh at me." "Silly girl, how could I?" I kissed her, my hands around her buttocks, kneading and pressing her plump, pink breasts. I parted her labia with two fingers, my middle finger rubbing up and down the slit. Her body swayed in my lap, and soon, my wet middle finger trembled as it pressed lightly against the tip of her labia.

There was a tiny, tender seed there, and the more I teased it, the more it appeared, quickly swelling into a bean, shyly and timidly drooling as if it dared not be seen. Her breathing became heavy. I couldn't see her face in the darkness, but I could feel the heat of her face pressed against my cheek.

I lifted her buttocks, one hand holding my thick penis, and with a thrust of my back, I inserted it all the way in. Her buttocks sank, but her waist straightened, and we were instantly locked in a tight, intimate embrace.

She bounced joyfully on top of me, my hands supporting her waist, moving with her every rise and fall. My penis, like a towering pagoda pointing to the sky, stood proudly, untouched by wind or rain. Xiaoman was clearly also burning with desire; each swallow of her vagina brought with it warm, moist juices, which felt incredibly pleasurable on my penis. I could tell she was tired, as her movements became slow and sluggish.

My cock, still throbbing, refused to give up. I made her lift her buttocks, then turned her around and pressed her against the window railing. My cock swayed like a drunken monk, thrusting deep inside. Her head swayed, her waist sank lower, raising her white buttocks higher. I panted heavily, giving it my all, my cock thrashing about in various ways—sometimes rapid thrusts, sometimes slow, rhythmic pumping.

Another movie started playing on the screen. The music was initially high-pitched and exciting, and her joyful moans became unrestrained and oblivious to others. I felt my hands supporting her growing heavier; her whole body was almost paralyzed. Her vagina convulsed, gripping my cock as if the in-and-out flow wasn't smooth enough, and a gush of hot, turbid semen oozed out. I knew this young woman was about to lose her mind, so I held my cock firmly inside her, not daring to move, but occasionally wiggling my buttocks and grinding against her.

I pressed my lower body against hers, pulling her back onto the sofa. With my penis still inside her, she sat on my lower abdomen, her body limp as she leaned back in my arms. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and we both rested, panting.

"Xiaoman, did you enjoy it?" My lips lingered on her earlobe and the tips of her hair.

"It felt so good. I can never control myself when I'm with you," she said. "I haven't done it for a few days, and I feel so irritable." "You should find someone to marry, that would be so much better," I said, my hand caressing her breasts. She turned to look into my eyes and asked, "If I get married, will you still want me?" "That's not good, it will ruin you." My hand stopped on her breasts.

"I don't care, you have to promise me."She turned her head away and said, "Actually, I slept with that policeman. He couldn't possibly arouse me." "Don't talk about something so sad." I pinched her nipple between two fingers and played with it, then used my other hand to reach down to her lower abdomen, stroking her sparse pubic hair. Her skin was taut and smooth, full of youthful health. She couldn't resist the urge to move, her hips swaying back and forth. Each rubbing made my heart leap into my throat, leaving me feeling empty and adrift.

I laid her down on the sofa, covering her completely. She raised her legs high to welcome my sharp advance. I held my penis high and pressed down heavily. With these few violent thrusts, her body initially bounced beneath me, but the more I thrust, the less willing she became, even pushing her hands against my crotch, sometimes even forcefully defending herself. The fluids in her vagina

grew increasingly murky, and my sticky penis felt like it was in a swamp. I could tell that Xiaoman was truly weak and exhausted. Only then did I release a torrent of semen, gushing out like a spring, drenching her. She let out a strange cry, her body stiffening and unable to move.

I left the movie theater when I figured Xiaoman was almost home. The mahjong table was still in session at home; Xiaohui had won money, and seeing her beaming face, I yelled as soon as I walked in, "Honey, you're finally back!" "Jianbin, you make dinner. Mom'll recoup her losses first," Jingxian said to me. Apparently, they were all waiting for me to cook. Reluctantly,

I said, "Xiaoman, she's not home yet?" "She's back, but she has a fever, her face is flushed,

" Xiaoyuan said softly, placing the dominoes gently in the middle, just like she always has. I rushed into Xiaoman's room. She was already in bed. I rushed to her side and touched her forehead. She smiled at me and whispered, "It's okay, I'm just really sleepy, I just want to lie down and sleep." "That puts my mind at ease. I thought I really caught a cold." I breathed a sigh of relief. Xiaoman said, "I was in such a hurry when I got back, my face was still red. I was afraid people would notice, so I said I had a cold. It's all your fault, you made me suffer." I bent down and kissed her, then went to the kitchen. I saw even my father-in-law clumsily picking vegetables. I had nothing more to say, so I tied on my apron and got busy.

The next evening, as agreed, Xiaohui and I came to pick up Jingxian and take her to my house.

Ke'er, her eyes crinkling like tadpoles with delight, followed Xiao Hui, eagerly helping to tidy the clothes. Xiao Man wasn't home, and De Xian was alone in the living room, making tea. I felt a pang of guilt: "Dad...we've taken Mom away. Are you used to it?" "Don't talk like that, it's fine. Xiao Man's home, isn't she?" The old man waved his hand, speaking with great enthusiasm, but after a pause, he couldn't shake off his sentimental attachment to his children: "You must bring her back this weekend." "Of course! Just give me a call, and I'll bring her right away." At that moment, our eyes lit up. Our mother-in-law, Jingxian, was wearing a white cheongsam, the thin satin embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, adding a touch of solemnity to the otherwise simple design.

Damn, how did our ancestors come up with this? Compared to the revealing dresses of the West, the cheongsam had a more alluring, subtle charm. Xiao Hui couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Mom is so beautiful." Jing Xian's oval face shone brightly. "This was a gift from Zhang Ping on his business trip. I've never worn it." "It's just going to your daughter's house, why dress so formally?" De Xian muttered. My eyes, however, lingered more on the high slit of the cheongsam. With each step she took, a glimpse of white flesh swayed dazzlingly. Just when you wanted to get a closer look, the slit closed again, making you itchy and restless with anticipation. Jing Xian was clearly very happy to be staying at her daughter's house, inadvertently revealing her eagerness.

The car entered our college and stopped in front of the dormitory building. Jingxian got out and looked at the rows of brand-new buildings halfway up the hill, asking me, "Jianbin, those buildings are so beautiful." "Mom, those are the professors' buildings," I explained to her. She smiled and said, "When will you be able to live there too?" I was speechless. This place was clearly hierarchical; there was no dream of overnight success. I gritted my teeth and said, "Just take it slow." "Mom, my husband is pretty good now," Xiaohui said, "He's still relatively young among this group." She really is my good wife. Xiaohui is just like that—content with the status quo and easily satisfied.

Ke'er insisted on helping with the luggage, so I gave her Jingxian's small handbag. She ran into a colleague who lived on the first floor and excitedly said, "My grandma came to take care of me, so I don't need you to help me anymore." The colleague pulled me aside and asked, "Is that your mother-in-law? She looks so young." Jingxian seemed to hear this, a hint of shyness on her face, but mostly excitement. She walked up the stairs with light steps, her two plump buttocks swaying with a thousand charms. There are only two rooms in the house, which I had already tidied up, putting in two beds of different sizes. Jingxian said to me, "One bed is enough, I'll sleep with Ke'er." "No, let her sleep by herself." I put her clothes on the bed and was about to help her put them in the wardrobe. Facing those colorful clothes and women's trinkets, she was obviously uncomfortable and said, "I'll do it myself." I sat on the only chair in the room, watching her curvaceous body sway back and forth under her cheongsam. Her breasts were very full, and with every stretch of her arm and waist, her two mounds of flesh bounced joyfully. The tuft of hair under her armpits was neither too thick nor too thin, soft and smooth, giving that area, which was usually smooth like modern fashionable women, a different kind of charm.

Xiao Hui came out of the bathroom after showering, and without going into the room, said, "Mom, I've prepared the water for you, go ahead and shower." She turned around and saw Xiao Hui standing on the doorway wearing only a thin nightgown, revealing everything about her as a woman. Seeing my nonchalant and indifferent expression, she swallowed the words she was about to say.

I couldn't stay any longer, so I got up and went outside to play with Ke'er, who was watching TV.

During that period, I was always leaving early and returning late. I didn't have any classes scheduled at the academy, just training the school team. The time around lunchtime was quite ample, and Xiao Hui was still working her two-day, one-night shift at the hotel with great enthusiasm. That day, she was working the 6 PM shift, and having some free time during the day, she prepared a sumptuous lunch for us. Jing Xian was now familiar with the other families here and sometimes went to their houses to play cards.

Jingxian, carrying a bowl of rice, pointed out onto the balcony and asked, "Why do you wash your sheets and blankets every few days?" Xiaohui, taken aback by the question, blushed and quickly replied, "We all sleep naked.

" "Like those foreigners, Xiaohui too?" she laughed. Xiaohui added, "Mom, it's comfortable sleeping like this." "Women shouldn't sleep like that; at least they should wear underwear." She then got up to clear the table, and Xiaohui helped. "Mom, if it's too hot at Teacher Zhang's house, we can move in." I had visited Teacher Zhang before; in the sweltering heat, the old man was naked except for his shorts—it was rather indecent for men and women.

"Old Zhang is really something, always reluctant to turn on the air conditioner," Jingxian said. I quickly explained, "Old Zhang is retired now, he doesn't have our subsidies anymore, so naturally he has to be frugal. It's not his fault." After lunch, I took a long nap. Even if it weren't for the intense training class in the afternoon, I should at least let Xiaohui rest up. My wife will definitely keep bothering me whenever she has the chance. Once in bed, Xiaohui's smooth body pressed against mine, her thighs wrapped around mine. The hairy upper part of her legs rubbed against my thighs. I stroked her plump back and said, "Sleep for a while before we do it again, your mother hasn't left yet." "No, I can only sleep well after we've done it." Before she finished speaking, she turned over and straddled my stomach. I placed my hands on her two soft, full breasts and slowly rubbed and kneaded them, instantly igniting her desire. Some fluid seeped from her vulva near my navel. My penis was already erect in her butt crack. She grabbed it with her back hand, thrust her hips forward, and skillfully swallowed it all the way in. As soon as my penis entered her vagina, Xiao Hui's face immediately flushed with a warm spring feeling. Her eyes turned upwards, glistening with a bright, clear light. She didn't dare to linger, her hips moving up and down rapidly and without stopping. With each thrust, her breasts bounced and swayed joyfully, and she uttered excited and exhilarating melodies.

In the past, I would always let her ravage me until she was exhausted before I would take my turn. Today, knowing my mother-in-law was home, I was determined to show her my skills in conquering women. So I pushed Xiaohui to the edge of the bed, got off, lifted her thighs, and thrust my thick penis deep inside her. She let out a long howl, and I said, "Don't be so loud, your mother will hear you." "I don't care about that," she said, raising her buttocks as well. I continued to thrust and poke her hard, making a series of slapping sounds as flesh rubbed against flesh, and the mattress creaked and shook. Xiaohui shouted incoherently, using all the most intimate terms women use for men. After a while, she held her head high, half-reclining, crying out, "I can't take it anymore...

Come on... I've had enough... Give it to me now." I knew she was at her wit's end, so I loosened my grip and my semen gushed out. Her eyes rolled back, and she fell heavily backward, her body lying stiffly like a stranded fish.

(III)

On my way home from the training hall, I ran into Old Zhang on the stairs. He kept pestering me with questions, praising Jingxian endlessly, describing her as the most charming, captivating, and elegant woman in the world. I was too lazy to waste words with him, and while he was leisurely picking his toothpick, I was sweating profusely and my stomach was rumbling like a drum. I wasn't so polite with my words, which annoyed the old man.

When I opened the door, my daughter was curled up on the sofa, laughing loudly at the TV. Jingxian was mopping the floor, wearing Xiaohui's pajamas. The pink suspender dress couldn't hide anything, revealing several full parts of her body. She told me, "The food is ready, but Ke'er has already eaten." I agreed and immediately went into the bathroom, washing myself thoroughly under the shower. The door wasn't closed tightly, leaving a small gap. Although I couldn't peek directly in, I could see the entire bathroom through the reflection in the large mirror on the wall. Her footsteps drew closer, dragging on the floor in front of the bathroom. There was a shadowy figure on the gleaming floor, and she lingered there. Clearly, she had caught a glimpse of me through the crack in the door and into the mirror. My body, magnified by the mirror, was vividly before my eyes.

Like a brass dancer, I fully exposed my naked body beneath the dense water droplets. I first turned my back to the mirror; the water droplets glistened on my bronze skin, revealing smooth, taut muscle lines. My high, rounded buttocks had two dimples like a pair of dimples, and my legs were straight and firm, with visible muscle groups.

In my hallucination, I heard heavy breathing, and my penis swelled wildly. I turned around abruptly, and a long shaft emerged from the thick, dark pubic hair, its glans bulging and throbbing menacingly. The veins on the shaft were jagged and menacing, and the scrotum, contracted and bulging, hung half-hidden in the coarse pubic hair. I knew that for a woman in her fifties, a man's handsome face was no longer important; besides a strong and robust physique, what attracted her most was his physique.

When I came out of the bathroom, drying my hair, she was already sitting at the dining table waiting for me. I looked very hungry, shirtless, and also served myself a bowl of rice. Her cheeks were flushed, all the way to her ears, and her eyes were watery, reflecting my image. She brushed past my chest in a flustered manner, her chopsticks idly circling the table, unsure where to point. The meal was eaten in silence, as if a peculiar atmosphere hung in the air, ready to explode into a raging inferno at the slightest spark.

After dinner, I watched TV with my daughter in the living room. The flickering cartoons on the screen made her giggle and giggle, her chubby face scrunched up in a silly grin. My mother-in-law, Jingxian, finished clearing the table, rubbing her hands together as she applied face cream. I said to her, "Mom, please sit down," and made her a cup of tea.

I was only wearing underwear, a boxer brief that clung tightly to the top of my thighs, making them appear prominent and full. This irresistible temptation made her involuntarily squeeze her legs together, her nostrils flaring with excitement. She raised her smooth arm to gather her hair behind her head, revealing a few dark yellow hairs on her underarms. Her breasts trembled as her arm moved, becoming even fuller and rounder on her chest.

"Ke'er, it's time to sleep," she said, her eyes constantly glancing at my thighs. My daughter, however, refused, shaking her head and refusing repeatedly.

"Let her finish watching this cartoon. If you want to play cards, go ahead. I'll watch her," I said.

She shook her head and said, "No, no, it's too hot at Old Zhang's house." She bent her knees on the sofa, her skirt riding up, revealing a plump, white, soft thigh and half of her fleshy buttocks.

In my memory, Jingxian had never been so unrestrained. She truly showed me the bone-deep sensuality of a quiet, refined, dignified, and virtuous woman letting loose. I got up to refill her teacup, and suddenly, unable to contain her impulse, she covered my buttocks with her hand. After touching them, she clenched her fingers tightly and pressed her face against my lower abdomen.

Although I had a premonition, I was still embarrassed, uneasy, and caught off guard by such a sudden action, especially with Ke'er beside me staring wide-eyed in astonishment. I gently stroked the back of her head and neck, pulling her closer to my belly. Ke'er cried out, "Daddy, what's wrong with Grandma?" She seemed to wake from a dream, pulling away from me, tilting her head back on the sofa, and patting her forehead as she said to Ke'er, "Grandma's dizzy." How could I let this fleeting opportunity slip by? I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the room. As I turned my back to Ke'er, my lips were already pressed against her face, her eyes, and her lips.

I spread her out on the bed, bent down and continued kissing her passionately. I could feel the heat on her face. Her hair was disheveled, and her long, black, silky hair fell everywhere. Her hands, crawling on top of me, were hurried and flustered, darting about haphazardly. Finally, they reached under the elastic band from her lower abdomen and grabbed my penis. Her slender hand gently grasped it and began to stroke it urgently. My penis, enveloped by her warm, moist hands, felt so good that it felt like it was about to explode. I had never needed the lubrication of her vagina so urgently.

My hand was already inside her skirt, and I angrily ripped off her panties. She lifted her hips, allowing me to easily remove them. Without further ado, I knelt on the bed and thrust my erect penis inside. Her vagina was already overflowing with fluids, and the pressure from my penis caused some to splatter out. Under my vigorous thrusting, her face contorted and deformed, her features squeezed together as if she were a stranger to me. Her teeth were clenched around her lower lip as if she was desperately suppressing something, only her eyes burned with a fiery light, filled with desire as she looked at me.

I thrust my hips forward, arching my back and moving my buttocks wildly, pounding into her without restraint. Each thrust left her overwhelmed, her head involuntarily swaying. I felt I had never been so uncontrollable. A surge of energy always coursed through her honey pot, drawing in my glans. Each contraction and closure seemed to trigger an ejaculation, as if the next thrust would bring me to my climax.

"Daddy, I want to sleep." Oh no, Ke'er was at the door sometime during the night, and I had no idea how long she'd been there. She looked at the two bodies on the bed with a confused expression. I felt her shudder, and she hurriedly separated from me.

I pulled away and went back into the living room, still naked, my penis wet and dripping with precum. I wasn't worried about my daughter seeing; a five-year-old wouldn't understand anything and couldn't explain it clearly.

After a while, Jingxian came out swaying like a willow in the wind. There was no remorse on her face for Ke'er seeing her; she still had a radiant smile. When she got to me, she pounced on me and pushed me onto the sofa. We hugged each other wildly, kissing passionately. Her lips greedily demanded my tongue, sucking it in and gently nibbling at it. Her eyes were narrowed to slits, her expression one of burgeoning desire and hunger.i=21> Unlike her daughter, Jingxian's initiative and the aggressive, shameless way she displayed once her desire was aroused shocked me. Her hands gripped my penis tightly, and her body twisted and writhed violently on top of me.

My hand pressed down on her buttocks, the thick, pink, fleshy mounds. From her buttocks down, the two plump labia were like cooked abalone, oozing tempting juices. There, as sensitive as a clam, it trembled and closed at the slightest touch. My fingers lingered around her thick pubic hair, searching for the pearl within the woman's plump clam flesh. When I pressed her clitoris, her body shuddered violently, and she let out a long sigh: "You're really killing me." I placed her on the armrest of the sofa, the wide armrest like a butcher's block. She lay half-reclined, one leg bent on the sofa, the other flat on the floor, her tight, red vulva looking like a lamb to the slaughter. I covered her entire body, and she guided my penis into her enchanting vulva. My penis, like a snake without eyes, thrust in like an arrow, head held high, penetrating deeply.

This is the pose I'm most proud of, and the one that makes women swoon. I'm half-bent over, my legs bent like a bow, like the starting position of a 100-meter sprint. This allows me to ride freely and effortlessly. I hold my breath and thrust forward, sending her soaring to the heavens. Even as she floats among the clouds, she doesn't forget to whine and moan, "You've killed me, kill me now." I grit my teeth and pound away, wielding my penis with a fierce gust of wind. Soon I'm drenched in sweat. She's been on the verge of ecstasy countless times, sometimes wildly throwing her buttocks to please me, sometimes shrinking back, unable to accept. Each time is unbearable, each time is unbearable. Her hands scratch several marks on my arms and back, the sweat seeping through, burning and painful.

Another excited tremor ran through her honey pot. The sticky, lustful fluid and the spasms of her flesh slowed my penis's thrusting considerably. I knew this was the most agonizing moment for a woman, the crucial moment she had been eagerly awaiting with a burning desire. Sure enough, she gasped, and my glans was drenched in hot liquid. My penis shuddered violently, growing wildly inside her. My mind went blank for a moment, pleasure coursing through my body like an electric current, and my semen gushed out uncontrollably.

Her lips parted wide, speechless, her face turning deathly pale, her pupils rolling back, and her head lolling to one side. My semen continued to gush out, our bodies pressed tightly together, motionless. My hands gripped the back of the sofa, savoring the exhilarating ejaculation. My penis was still throbbing inside her, the ejaculation slowing down from its rapid flow, finally just a few intermittent tremors.

She gently pressed my buttocks with one hand and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the other, whispering in my ear with deep emotion, "You're still young, it's a different story." My shrunken penis withdrew, bringing with it a thick, milky-white fluid that immediately flowed onto the sofa armrest. She exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, so much!" I moved my numb legs and threw my heavy body onto another sofa, watching her bewildered by the thick, lustful fluid. With each movement of her buttocks, even more fluid seeped from her vagina, tangling the hair around her. I couldn't help but chuckle. I figured my mother-in-law probably never did this anywhere else but in bed, so I found her some tissues.

She covered her vulva with the paper and rushed to the bathroom. When she came out, she hurriedly wiped the sofa armrest with a damp cloth. I teased her, "Don't wipe it, let your daughter see." "Are you trying to kill me?" she said, a hint of coquettishness flashing across her face. Seeing a middle-aged woman acting so shyly, her charm had a unique allure. I embraced her, my hand slipping under the neckline of her nightgown to her breasts, playing with her two large, full breasts. Her hand stroked my cheek as she said, "You've ruined my life." "How could I? I love you more than anything," I said.

She laughed wantonly, "Tell me, after you did this, you've completely captivated me. Now you're thinking about finding someone else." "Then find me." My hand pressed on her bright red nipples, which immediately hardened and swelled like grapes.

"I'm not afraid of your dad finding out, but I'm afraid of Xiaohui finding out," she said, sounding a little dejected.

I was speechless for a moment, thinking to myself, "And then there's your little daughter, Xiaoman; if she finds out, it'll be even worse." Her breasts were soft and yielding, her skin still fair and smooth. I rubbed against her breasts and said, "You can rest assured, I'll handle it properly." "You're such a sweetheart, I'll be overjoyed." I buried my face in my chest, the unique charm of a mature woman making my heart skip a beat, and pressed my lips tightly against hers.

"Mom, when you get crazy, you're so lively, no less than your daughter," I said, kissing her.

She said softly, "It's you who drove me crazy. I haven't tasted this feeling for over ten years." Then she glared at me, a smirk on her face, and said, "You're really something, kid. You know, the first time Xiao Hui brought you home and asked me about it, I told her, 'You're so lucky.'" "Why?" I asked her, and she slapped my butt and said, "Don't you understand? Look at your perky butt, it's like a stallion. What woman wouldn't be ecstatic to have it?" Jokingly, I pulled her onto our bed. In the dim light, I took off her nightgown. Her skin was pure white, and after a burst of passion, it was as if coated with a thin layer of powder. Her pretty face was flushed, her eyes were bright and lively, and her breasts were as round as mountains. Her body trembled slightly even without moving, and her two bewitching eyes blinked at me like ghostly eyes.

I bent down and extended my long tongue to suck the purplish-red grape into my mouth. My tongue, rough yet nimble, circled and caressed it back and forth. She took a deep breath and raised her arms high above her head, tucking them into her hair. The grape in her mouth immediately perked up. I gently nibbled at it with my teeth, and her waist twitched restlessly as she swallowed her saliva with difficulty.

I turned to the side and licked down her abdomen. Her abdomen had a few wrinkles, and her pubic hair was thick but not coarse, drooping limply over the top of her high, mound-like thighs. I used my fingers to help pry open the two plump labia, and my tongue teased the thick pubic hair. With each thrust and lick, her legs kicked and flailing wildly, her buttocks almost dangling in the air.

I held her buttocks with both hands, pressing my lips against her fleshy lips. Suddenly, I sucked hard, and she seemed unable to bear it, arching her body and pulling her buttocks back. Then she leaped up and pounced on me, pinning me to the bed. Holding my penis, she straddled me, then thrust her hips down hard, swallowing my penis whole.

Her face was turned towards me as she bounced ecstatically, her black hair flying like flags in the wind, panting and uttering obscene words, unabashedly releasing her burning desire.

My cock stood erect against her, her movements skillful and natural, not just reckless ups and downs, but controlled according to her needs. Sometimes she would just let the scalp gently bite the head of my penis, her buttocks rising and falling lightly, and sometimes she would vigorously thrust, taking my cock in to the hilt, twisting her waist and making her buttocks spin rapidly. Jingxian's fiery performance made me lose control, and my cock swelled up like crazy. She stopped moving, saying, "Don't ejaculate, don't ejaculate so quickly, I haven't had enough fun yet." We lay down side by side, she turned to her side, and I lifted one of her thighs. Understanding her meaning, I turned to my side as well, and thrust into her from behind. One of my hands went from her neck to her chest, kneading her breasts. Our faces were close together, and we chattered incessantly about things that would make anyone blush and feel nauseous. These were things that would normally be considered inappropriate, but at that moment they were sweet as honey, tender as water, and intoxicatingly warm.i=16> When the passion was at its peak, I would thrust my hips, letting my penis plunge into her honey pot a few times, and she would moan with pleasure and utter even more vulgar words.

My penis has died and come back to life countless times. The last time it withdrew from her honeypot, it was streaked with blood. When she left my bed, her honeypot was swollen and congested, and she dared not close her legs when she walked, like bowed legs. Her buttocks looked like oranges that had been broken open. When I kissed her, she pounded my chest with her fists and said, "How am I supposed to face people tomorrow?" Just thinking about how she dared not take big steps when she walked, her feet turned outwards and she moved clumsily like a penguin in Antarctica, made me want to laugh. She passed by with Ke'er on her way to kindergarten to play on the court, her face looking a little haggard, her eyelids drooping. She was very considerate, wearing a loose long skirt and heavy makeup.

I wasn't much better off. I didn't dare take off my coat during the morning training session. I just stood on the sidelines with a whistle in my mouth, shouting weakly. I finished the training session hastily and rushed home.

She was sitting on a low stool picking vegetables. When she saw me, she smiled shyly and said, "Xiao Hui is back. She's sleeping." I pressed my lips to her cheek and gave her a deep kiss. She shook her head and said anxiously, "Don't ruin your hair." Only then did I notice that she had her hair pulled back high, making her look elegant, noble, and charming, just like when she stood on the podium to teach. Seeing me squatting opposite her, she said, "I made some soup, you should drink it." My hand slipped under her skirt, and she smiled seductively, saying, "Don't move, it still hurts there." I only caressed around her vulva, watching her enjoy it with her eyes half-closed, and she told me, "Take off your coat, I love seeing you shirtless, you're so alluring." Just then, the phone in the living room rang. She stood up with difficulty and answered the phone with hesitant steps. I followed behind, close to her, and slipped my hand under her collar to touch her breasts. She spoke into the receiver, "Dexian, how are you?" It was my father-in-law. The old man suddenly remembered his wife. Her nipples swelled under my caresses, and her body trembled violently. Her voice became breathless, "I have to wait until the weekend, when Ke'er isn't in school, I'll take her back." "Mom, this is called being so happy you forget your homeland," I joked.

She patted me on the shoulder and said, "How can I go back like this? Your dad is only urging me because he wants it." My bedroom door creaked open, and we quickly separated. Xiao Hui came out sleepily, muttering, "What are you talking about? You're keeping me awake." As she spoke, she lifted her nightgown and headed straight for the bathroom. Before she even entered the bathroom, her two white buttocks were already exposed, and we couldn't help but stick out our tongues.

During those days, Jing Xian and I were having a wild time at home. She was like a flower about to wither, desperately clinging to her last moments of vibrant bloom, indulging in her sexual desires to the fullest. Xiao Hui, as always, was enjoying her role as the lobby manager, as always demanding sex as soon as she got into bed, and reaching multiple orgasms with just a little stimulation, leaving me and her mother Jing Xian plenty of time and space.

This neglected my younger sister, Xiaoman, who was so angry that she yelled on the phone and, in a fit of pique, confirmed her relationship with the policeman, adopting a dignified demeanor befitting a soon-to-be married woman, her clothes concealing her body, her eyes

fixed straight ahead, and her smile veiled. Unable to resist Xiaohui's persistent pestering, I reluctantly took her to my older sister Xiaoyuan's dance school. She couldn't resist Xiaoyuan's combined pressure and persuasion to get a role in her dance. Xiaoyuan wasn't blindly encouraging her, and Xiaohui wasn't just joining in haphazardly; she had originally studied ballroom dance. Watching her with her hair neatly tied up and carrying her dance shoes, she exuded a remarkably professional aura even before stepping onto the stage.

Xiaoyuan greeted me with a warm smile, flattering me softly, "Thank you for coming to give me your guidance, teacher." "If the girls here wanted to learn basketball or something, I could give them some pointers," I joked, but my eyes couldn't help but linger between her legs. Her training clothes were thin and tight, like a layer of skin, making her slender legs and buttocks look bare. Between her thighs, there was a prominent mound, and a slit between her thighs was faintly visible.

She sensed the wildness in my eyes, her face flushed, and she said, "Find a seat yourself, we're about to start." Xiao Hui took off her trousers on the bench next to me, revealing a leotard she had already put on. Unlike Xiao Yuan's, Xiao Hui's was a long-sleeved top and shorts, her back completely bare. She was putting on her dance shoes with one leg dangling high, and I whispered in her ear, "Hey, you're showing too much, your pubic hair is showing." She jumped, her dangling leg abruptly stopping, and she frantically squeezed her legs together. Then, she looked around, slowly moving her thigh to look directly at the top of her head. I burst out laughing. She knew I had teased her, and angrily shoved me, saying, "You're always messing around." "But you're not wearing a bra," I added.

She nudged me with her shoulder and said, "How old-fashioned! Can you even wear that kind of thing with those clothes?" Xiaoyuan clapped her hands in the center of the hall, and everyone around her—changing clothes, tying their hair, taking off their socks and putting on their shoes—rushed towards her like birds chirping and chattering as they returned to their nests. This place was anything but boring; you know, one pair of eyes is not enough. Beautiful women of all shapes and sizes, from rosy-cheeked to slender and plump, were dazzling to behold. They were rehearsing their performance under Xiaoyuan's direction. She earnestly asked Xiaohui for help, because there was a solo dance in the routine, involving tumbling and leaping amidst fluttering red flags—a particularly difficult move that only Xiaohui could pull off.

Xiaoyuan, taking a break from her busy schedule, drank water beside me. We watched Xiaohui's bouncing figure in the middle of the hall. She said, "How's your wife? Still full of energy, huh?" "She's gained a lot of weight, she can hardly bounce anymore," I said, my eyes darting even more boldly at her. The straps of her tank top were about to fall off, revealing a deep cleavage. I never imagined that she, who usually looked so thin

, would have such a full bust. Seeing me staring at her dumbfounded, she patted my shoulder: "Have you had your fill of eyeballs?" "Xiaoyuan, I've noticed that you're like a different person in this area," I said, scrutinizing her even more directly.

"Really? I'd like to ask you for advice." In fact, from Jingxian to Xiaohui, and even Xiaoman and Xiaoyuan, the women in their family all looked exactly alike, with slanted, almond-shaped eyes, straight, delicate noses, full cherry lips, and skin as white and lustrous as snow. Xiaoyuan was a stunning beauty in this small town when she was young, and she's not yet past her prime. She seemed completely unfazed, smiling broadly as she met my challenge.

I, in a pretentious, bookish manner, pretended to pry open a bookcase and flip through pages, saying, "In dance, you're more yourself. Your usual quiet elegance disappears, and your inner longing unconsciously shines through." "That's really something! I've never heard you say anything like that before." Her eyes gleamed with joy. "For your cheesy words, I'll treat you to a late-night snack later." After rehearsal, Xiaoyuan invited us to drink beer on the riverbank. The food stalls there were bustling in the summer night, and it seemed Xiaoyuan knew the owner well, as she quickly arranged a table near the river. She gestured for us to sit down, saying, "The boss is Zhang Ping's friend." A gentle river breeze blew, and I told Xiao Hui, "Put on a coat, don't catch a cold." She only wore trousers over her leotard, but her top remained the fitted leotard, exposing her entire back, her breasts swaying wildly, attracting lewd glances from the men nearby.

She drank her beer, casually saying, "No, I'm not cold." Xiao Yuan asked, "How's Mom doing with you guys these days?" "Of course, she's my mom, I wouldn't mistreat her," Xiao Hui replied. "Now Mom doesn't want to go back; she's eager to come over even when she goes home on weekends."Hearing this, I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, and echoed, "That's just what she wants; we have Ke'er to play with, and we can play cards too."

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