Two teams of couples compete

The story takes place during the turbulent years of the Cultural Revolution.

At that time, I was a primary school teacher in my own commune, while my wife taught at a complete primary school in another commune.

The school office was located in an old ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall was in the form of a courtyard: upon entering through the main gate, the first courtyard had two rooms on each side, arranged horizontally; in the middle was a central courtyard, with two rooms on each side of the courtyard, arranged vertically;

the second courtyard was the main hall, now used as an auditorium, with doors on both sides leading outside, and two more rooms on each side of the auditorium, also arranged vertically.

The ancestral hall was surrounded by high blue brick walls, while all the rooms inside had wooden plank walls, and the floors above had been removed.

A kitchen, canteen, and toilet were built next to the ancestral hall. The dozen or so teachers from the school worked, ate, and slept here.

My office, which also served as my bedroom, was on the right side of the main gate. My neighbor was a female teacher surnamed Yang, in her thirties, whom we called Sister Gui; her husband's surname was Tang, whom we called Brother Tang, and he was a cadre in a remote mine: they rarely saw each other more than a few times a year.

Now, I'll tell you the story of me and my neighbor, who lived next door to me.

That year, the armed struggle between the rebel factions was raging, factory and mine production was almost at a standstill, and almost no one was working in government offices.

Several teachers from our school had gone to join the revolution, and only the principal, the secretary, and a few others like Teacher Yang and I regularly ate and stayed at the school.

The principal and secretary were in power, so naturally they couldn't leave;

one day, Sister Yang's husband, Brother Tang, returned. Because of the armed struggle, their mine couldn't produce, and the timid ones had all gone home; he belonged to the timid category. For the first

few nights after his return, I barely slept.

As the saying goes, separation is like reunion. A young couple in their thirties, not seeing each other for months—how lively their first night together must have been!

That night, I truly listened to all the lively chatter.

Back then, there wasn't much entertainment at night—no television, no cards, no plays in the countryside—the only activity was chatting.

I don't like chatting, so I rested in the courtyard with the others for a while, chatted for a bit, and then went inside early. I fanned myself a few times on the bed to shoo away the mosquitoes, lowered the mosquito net, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

It was hot, and I was sweating profusely. I turned over and slowly fanned myself, and somehow I fell asleep without realizing it.

But I didn't have a sweet dream; I was awakened by a series of creaking sounds.

The rhythmic creaking came from the other side of the wooden wall. It turned out that the couple who had been "separated for so long like newlyweds" had started their battle.

Although I had only been away from that battlefield for a few days, hearing such sounds still aroused my sexual desire and stimulated my imagination.

I simply listened.

It was an impatient battle.

Listen: both of them were breathing heavily, occasionally letting out long "whoosh" sounds—they had kissed.

The bed creaked and groaned—

back then, we lived in government housing, used government furniture, and the government beds were framed, loosely constructed, and made of bamboo strips. Any slight movement would cause a creaking sound—along with a "plop plop" sound—they were rhythmically thrusting in and out.

Each time it went in, the bed creaked, and the vagina made a "plop" sound; each time it pulled out, the bed groaned, and the vagina made a "hiss" sound. A

"smack" came from behind; I knew it was Tang Ge's scrotum hitting Gui Jie's buttocks!

From the other side of the wooden plank, I could hear heavy breathing, the sounds of kissing, the creaking of the bed, the "plop plop" of the penis thrusting in and out of the vagina, and the "smack smack" of the scrotum hitting the bed…

Who could sleep?

I moved slightly, and the bed creaked softly.

"Gently, gently!" Sister Gui said softly.

"..." Brother Tang didn't answer, but his movements softened.

"There...is...someone...next door..." Sister Gui said between breaths.

"He...isn't...amateurish...what's there to be afraid of?" Brother Tang also said breathlessly.

They rested for a moment, and the creaking, thrusting, and slapping sounds came clearly again. My penis was also hard and throbbing, so I had to hold it tightly with my hand and stroke it up and down.

Soon, the whooshing sound intensified, the creaking sound quickened, the thrusting sound became louder, and the slapping sound became even louder, along with Sister Gui's cries of "Ah...ah...ya...waa."

I knew they were close to climax.

Suddenly, a series of loud "whoosh," "squeak," "plop," and "smack" sounds rang out simultaneously, shaking the wooden walls. Then, silence fell—it was the final thrust and ejaculation. Then came a "yah," "hiss"—it was withdrawn, followed by another "whoosh," "squeak," "plop," and "smack," and then it thrust in again

and ejaculated. This repeated five or six times before stopping. They let

out a long sigh of relief and fell silent. The battle hadn't lasted long, only about ten minutes.

With their battle over, I had nothing more to hear, so I grabbed my own penis with one hand and gently fanned myself with the other, enjoying the pleasure of masturbation.

As I masturbated, I suddenly thought of my wife. Isn't tomorrow Saturday? I'll save my semen for my wife.

I stopped masturbating and went to sleep peacefully.

I hadn't been asleep long when the creaking and slurping sounds started again, and because I didn't protest, they became bolder and louder.

Listening to them, I imagined their actions, like listening to a beautiful piece of music.

I drifted back to sleep when they stopped.

When they woke me the third time, I listened to the "music" while devising a plan for revenge: I'd call my wife over tomorrow and have a competition with them!

At that moment, I was so excited that I forgot to guess what was happening on the other side of the partition, and drifted off to sleep to the beautiful "music."

As for how many more times they did it, I don't know.

The next day, I wrote a letter to my wife saying I couldn't leave and asked her to come to school in the afternoon.

I found a local landlord and asked him to deliver the letter to my wife.

That afternoon, my wife indeed came; my plan had succeeded, and I was secretly delighted. Tonight, it's my turn!

As darkness fell, five or six of us each carried a stool and a palm-leaf fan to rest in the courtyard, chatting haphazardly for a while.

Seeing that we were in two couples, the Party Secretary and the Principal tactfully went back to their rooms to sleep.

I couldn't wait for them to fall asleep, because I had important things to do!

Our two couples also carried their stools and headed back to their rooms. I gave Brother Tang a slight smile, and he understood, returning the smile with a sly wink.

Back in our rooms, a few fans were enough to drive away the mosquitoes in the mosquito net.

After putting down the net, I took off my clothes, preparing to sleep.

At the same time, I heard the neighbors next door also fanning away mosquitoes and putting up mosquito nets.

I was only wearing a vest and shorts, which I quickly stripped off.

I watched, naked, as my wife took off her long clothes and trousers, getting into bed in only shorts and a t-shirt. Only then did I blow out the kerosene lamp and crawl into the mosquito net.

The bed creaked a few times, and I lay down next to my wife; the other bed creaked a few times too, then fell silent.

"I must start before them and finish after them," I thought, "I want them to hear the sounds of our thrusting."

So I turned to my side, pressing my penis against my wife's buttocks, my left hand on the mat, my right hand pushing up her blouse, gently caressing her left breast, then lifting my head to lightly lick her right nipple—at this moment, the bed shook a few times, creaking. No more movement.

Then, I moved my right hand down to pull down her trousers.

She lifted her buttocks, the bed creaked, and her trousers fell smoothly to her knees. She lowered her buttocks, lifted her legs, and with a few more creaks, her shorts fell onto the mat.

The bed creaked and groaned as I climbed on top of her.

The bed squelched a few times as I shifted my knees, moving my hard penis to her vagina.

The bed creaked and groaned again as I rocked my head, kissing her passionately.

My wife started panting, but she kept her breathing low.

I braced my left hand on the mat and touched her genitals with my right, and the bed creaked and groaned a few more times. I noticed her genitals were already wet.

She was really holding back; there was still no movement.

I propped myself up on my knees, grasped my penis with my right hand, and rubbed and tapped it against her vaginal opening. Touching it with my finger, I found the glans was covered in fluid. The bed shook a few more times, creaking and groaning.

She finally couldn't hold back any longer, occasionally letting out a few creaking and groaning sounds.

"Screak... creak..." Our bed swayed. I placed a towel under her buttocks and then inserted my penis into her vagina.

I began thrusting, and the bed creaked and groaned.

"Gently," my wife gently reminded me.

"No problem, I listened to it all night," I said.

I thrust gently, pulled gently, and the bed swayed gently, creaking softly.

Gradually, my juices flowed freely, adding the sounds of thrusting with a "plop-sizzle-plop-sizzle."

I was so engrossed in enjoying my own beautiful music that I forgot to listen to the sounds from the other side. Now, I realized they were also making creaking and "plop-sizzle" sounds, faster and louder than ours.

So, the same sounds came from both sides of the bed, one fast, one slow, one loud, one soft.

Occasionally, there were also the sounds of kissing and the slapping of skin against skin.

Both sides were doing the same thing simultaneously, without any shame or pretense, panting heavily and even making indistinct "ee...ya...woo...wa..." sounds.

Stimulated by these sounds, I became even more excited, increasing the speed and force of my thrusts, making the sounds faster and louder, drowning out the other side's noise.

We were thrusting enthusiastically when, after a few heavy thrusts, there was silence.

I assumed they were resting. I slowed down, waiting for their next burst of passion. I thrust over a hundred more times, but they still hadn't moved, so I knocked on the wall and said, "Brother Tang, what's wrong? Did you cum?" "I cum!" Brother Tang said.

"Why the rush? Take it easy!" I said.

I slowly thrust a few hundred more times before finally cumming!

I was so happy! I had given them their fill of listening! I had let them experience what it was like to listen to others having sex!

We simply wiped ourselves down with a towel (because, as is customary, we were going to have a big battle tonight, so there was no need to clean ourselves too thoroughly), then slowly fanned ourselves with a palm leaf fan and went to sleep.

When I woke up, my penis was already hard again, waiting for the new battle!

I shifted my body, and the bed creaked and shook, waking my wife; there were also a few creaking sounds from the other side, and they woke up too.

"Brother Tang, Sister Gui, are you awake?" "You woke me up." Brother Tang said with a smile.

"Want to do it again?" I asked.

"Aren't you shy!" my wife said softly.

"We've already heard and done it, what's there to be shy about! Let's go!" Brother Tang said.

"Shall we have a competition?" I said with a smile.

"Let's compete!" Brother Tang was really straightforward.

The beds on both sides started creaking and shaking again.

The heavy breathing of the four men, the creaking of the two beds, the rhythmic thrusting of two penises into two vaginas, the slapping of skin between two couples, and the shouts and laughter of the four men mingled together—a truly magnificent symphony!

It's our habit to meet on Saturdays and have sex at least twice, the second time longer and more enjoyable than the first.

Today, with someone accompanying us, it was naturally even more exciting and wonderful.

As for the result of the contest, no one announced it, because there was no referee.

[The End]

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