Young Ah Bin at Fifty-Seven Stage

Mrs. Hu returned to the stove carrying two buckets of water, her skirt mostly soaked. Mr. Hu looked up and couldn't help but complain, "Why are you still so wet after all that time?"
Mrs. Hu pouted and said, "It was so far, and the road was difficult to walk."
"Yes, yes," Mrs. Weng quickly said, "You must be tired. Sit down quickly and have something to eat."
Mrs. Hu sat down, stuck out her tongue at her husband, and looked at the plate full of grilled meat skewers, chicken wings, sausages, corn, and so on. She squinted her eyes and sniffed, saying, "It smells so good! Honey, I want to eat that..."
She casually picked out a few items, and Mr. Hu put them on her small plate. She happily started eating.
"Hmm...you guys eat too..." she looked at the others.
"Everyone has already eaten," Mr. Hu said.
Not only had everyone eaten, but the accountant, the secretary, the secretary's boyfriend, and Bowen had all changed into their swimsuits and were preparing to head to the beach.
"Wow..." Mrs. Hu said, "You guys are quick."
"Yes, they can't wait to rush down and soak in the water!" Mrs. Weng said, "You eat first, then we'll go change into our swimsuits together."
"Okay! Okay!" Mrs. Hu grabbed another skewer of barbecue.
Mr. Hu and Zhongwen started to stir the charcoal fire, letting it slowly die down.
"Huh?" Mrs. Hu looked at Zhongwen across from her: "Why didn't you change into your swim trunks?"
"I...I don't swim..." Zhongwen said helplessly.
"Hmm..." Mrs. Hu stared at him and smiled. He shyly pulled his hat down even lower. Mrs. Hu thought this child was really funny.
Zhongwen picked up the small fire tongs and silently crushed the dark red embers one by one, peeking at Mrs. Hu through the brim of his hat. Mrs. Hu kept her legs together, elbows on her knees, heels spread out in a cute pose, and rhythmically swayed her feet, talking to Mr. Hu while biting into the skewer of barbecue in her hand.
Just then, her two children came running to her side, snuggled together for a moment, and then ran off again. Her skirt, which had originally covered her knees, had slipped back slightly, just enough to create an opening, just enough for Zhongwen to peek inside.
My God! Zhongwen's eyes nearly shot fire, his chest felt as if it had been violently struck, and he didn't know how to catch his breath. This...is this real? He simply couldn't believe his eyes. Mrs. Hu...she...her underwear was gone, completely naked. He saw the dark, velvety crotch hidden between her fair thighs. Zhongwen's ears were ringing, his body reacted immediately, his penis rapidly swelled, and an indescribable feeling of panic surged to his chest. His mind went blank, and he could only stare wide-eyed intently at Mrs. Hu's private parts.
Bowen was playing with the accountant and the others when suddenly his penis got in the way. He clenched his buttocks, his movements becoming strange and comical. The accountant even laughed, wondering if he was having an epileptic seizure. Bowen cursed inwardly, "Damn Zhongwen, what is he doing now?"
Zhongwen was so engrossed in his voyeuristic desires that he couldn't resist, his blood boiling. Mrs. Hu, on the other hand, happily finished her lunch. Mrs. Weng suggested, "Alright, Mrs. Hu, let's go change into our swimsuits!"
"Okay, where's the changing room?" Mrs. Hu said, standing up to get her handbag.
Now Zhongwen had no more illusions to see. He took a deep breath, calming himself down, only to hear Mrs. Weng laugh and say, "There's no changing room!"
"Ah! Then where do they change?" Mrs. Hu was confused.
"I'll take you!" Mrs. Weng said, "Zhongwen, you come too."
"I..." Zhongwen said, surprised.
"Come help."
"Help..." Zhongwen muttered to himself, "I need help changing clothes?"
He was very reluctant, but since it was his mother's order, he had no choice but to stand up. Mrs. Weng affectionately linked arms with Mrs. Hu, and Zhongwen followed behind carrying his mother's bag, walking towards the edge of the woods.
Mrs. Hu knew this route very well, as she had just returned from here. When she passed the bend where she could see the water tap, she couldn't help but glance towards the place where she and General Manager Weng had recently made love. To be honest, if you looked closely, you could see it clearly. She had already guessed that the two places she had passed while she and the general manager were in the middle of their passionate encounter were the place where the accountant and the others had changed into their swimsuits.
"That was close, that was close," she thought to herself.
They turned onto a small path, walked out of the windbreak, and not far away there was a two-story building. Mrs. Weng led her towards that building.
Zhongwen followed behind the two women, observing Mrs. Hu's swaying hips. Her cotton skirt clung to her body, beautifully accentuating her shapely buttocks, which swayed left and right. Zhongwen could clearly see a distinct cleavage where her breasts met; he knew Mrs. Hu was naked underneath. His imagination suddenly ran wild, conjuring up a vivid and lifelike image of Mrs. Hu's naked lower body, and his penis began to stir again.
"Damn it!" Zhongwen cursed under his breath.
Mrs. Weng and Mrs. Hu approached the building, which was grand in scale, with an external staircase. They climbed the stairs; the second floor was surrounded by an open corridor. Upon reaching the second floor, just past the corner, they encountered a wooden door with frosted glass. Mrs. Weng shook the doorknob; it wasn't locked, so she pushed the door open and went inside.
The wooden door creaked open, revealing a strange room—large and empty, leading directly to another identical door on the opposite wall. The wooden floor inside was raised about a meter high, requiring four or five small steps to reach the door. The ceiling was ridiculously high; the left wall had only a row of small skylights at the very top, and the right wall was draped with a dark curtain, making the room dimly lit. Mrs. Hu hesitated.
"Zhongwen, you stay outside," Mrs. Weng instructed her son. "Your Aunt Hu and I are going in to change. You must keep an eye on the door for us."
Zhongwen agreed, and Mrs. Weng led Mrs. Hu inside, closed the door, and walked up the raised floor. In the corner against the wall was an old table. The two women walked to the table on the creaking wooden planks. Mrs. Weng put down her bag and found her swimsuit.
"Change here?" Mrs. Hu was still doubtful.
“Yes, it’ll have to do.” Mrs. Weng had already started taking off her top. “Hmm, we need to hurry.”
“Oh…” Mrs. Hu agreed, but suddenly remembered that she wasn’t wearing underwear under her skirt. Not daring to take it off immediately, she placed her handbag on the table and deliberately rummaged through it, letting Mrs. Weng change first.
Mrs. Weng, unsuspecting, changed into her swimsuit. While Mrs. Weng turned her back to put on the swimsuit, Mrs. Hu quickly took off her original clothes and retrieved the swimsuit.
Zhongwen stood outside the door, his mind filled with images of Mrs. Hu’s tantalizingly visible body, a secret desire rising within him, making him restless. He searched the doors and windows, and by sheer coincidence, he found a small, missing piece of frosted glass in the middle of the grid-like window frame. Although it was so small, when Zhongwen peered through it, he could still clearly see the scene inside the room.
Upon seeing it, Zhongwen’s penis involuntarily hardened again.
Inside the room, his mother had already changed into her swimsuit and was adjusting the straps. Mrs. Hu was completely naked, facing the doorway, struggling to untangle her swimsuit as if something was knotted in place. Zhongwen, looking at her bare body, wished he could disappear into a hole.
"Oh no!" Mrs. Hu exclaimed, "My swimsuit is tangled!"
"That's troublesome," Mrs. Weng said. "It's alright, I'll help you untangle it later. Could you help me tie the neck strap first? I've been trying for ages and can't seem to get it right."
Mrs. Weng's swimsuit was a one-piece, off-white with shimmering fabric. The front was a single piece of fabric cut into an arc, clinging tightly to her voluptuous body, while the back was completely bare, with a high slit at the crotch. Two thin straps at the front were tied around her neck. To be honest, it was quite sensual and daring.
Mrs. Hu turned around to face Mrs. Weng, wrapped the thin straps around Mrs. Weng's neck, and tied a slipknot at her back. Zhongwen, who was keeping watch outside the door, saw Mrs. Hu's bare back, small yet fleshy, incredibly bouncy. Zhongwen's nose almost bled.
"Mrs. Weng, you have a really good figure," Mrs. Hu said sincerely.
"You're not bad either," Mrs. Weng reached out and touched her shoulder, "Your skin is very good too..."
She gently stroked her arm, sliding down to Mrs. Hu's breasts, "Hmm... this is even better, so elastic, soft yet firm."
"Mrs. Weng, don't laugh at me, how can I compare to you?" Mrs. Hu said.
“Who says so? Youth is always better,” Mrs. Weng said, kneading her breasts. “So delicate and tender, a feast for the eyes. Your little Hu must dote on you.”
“Mmm… good sister, please stop,” Mrs. Hu pleaded. “It’s uncomfortable.”
“Oh, so sensitive,” Mrs. Weng said, deliberately pinching her nipples a few times. Mrs. Hu’s nipples immediately hardened.
“Ah… sister…” Mrs. Hu frowned. “No… don’t…”
Mrs. Hu had already tied her neck strap and leaned softly against Mrs. Weng’s shoulder.
Mrs. Weng found it amusing that this young woman was so easily aroused, so she played with her breasts with both hands and blew into her ear. Mrs. Hu trembled all over and rubbed against Mrs. Weng’s neck.
“Hmm, getting horny?” Mrs. Weng teased her softly.
“Oh…sister…” Mrs. Hu cried out softly, “No…don’t touch me…stop…stop it…”
Her waist trembled slightly. Mrs. Weng deliberately teased her, her right hand stroking her lower abdomen and sliding towards the lush grass, which was already covered with a thin layer of dew.
“Good girl, the road is slippery because of the rain,” Mrs. Weng said.
“Ah…” Mrs. Hu cried out, “No…don’t touch there…ah…ouch…”
“Hmm, why are you like a little girl, unable to resist even the slightest teasing…” Mrs. Weng’s hands were fiddling around, “Innocent little lily, um…”
“Oh…oh…”
Mrs. Hu finally couldn’t stand up, her legs disobeying her and squatting down in a daze. Mrs. Weng didn’t let her off easily because of this, her fingers sticking to Mrs. Hu’s honey hole and not letting go, and as she lowered down, Mrs. Hu knelt helplessly on the ground, her labia being annoyingly teased by Mrs. Weng. She kept shaking her buttocks, raising them higher and higher, like a cat stretching, thrusting her beautiful private parts back.
To make matters worse, Zhongwen, standing outside the door, witnessed the lewd scene. Naked Mrs. Hu was forced to the floor by her mother, her body limp, only her buttocks struggling to rise and sway. She was positioned directly in front of him, and although the room was dimly lit, he could clearly see Mrs. Hu's sweet-smelling vulva. His mother's two fingers were inserted into her wet opening, pumping in and out. Mrs. Hu's juices flowed freely, dripping onto the floor through his mother's hands.
Zhongwen, unable to bear it any longer, recklessly unzipped his pants, frantically pulled out his rock-hard penis, and, in broad daylight, began to vigorously stroke it. Meanwhile
, Bowen was having a great time in the sea. He and the accountant were in a group against the secretary and her boyfriend. The four of them were engaged in a fierce water fight, and the secretary and her boyfriend, unable to keep up, fled.
Bowen felt another sudden surge of emotion, cursing Zhongwen inwardly. The accountant, however, happily clung to his neck, jumping for joy. Unexpectedly, a high wave surged in, lifting them off the ground before they fell back down, stumbling and tumbling into the water. The accountant struggled nervously, holding Bowen tightly, feeling a hard, hot rod provoking her lower abdomen.
"Ugh...pfft..." the accountant coughed up bitter seawater. "You...you..."
Bowen, implicated by his brother, was speechless. The accountant, panting, looked at him, gently stroking his cheek, and asked, "Hmm, you like your sister, don't you?" Bowen
couldn't admit it, nor could he deny it, so he could only give her a bitter smile.
Inside the room, Mrs. Hu's actions changed. Originally, she had been trying to escape Mrs. Weng's advances, but now she pressed forward, matching the rhythm of Mrs. Weng's probing, twisting her hips to allow Mrs. Weng's fingers to penetrate deeper, naturally making her moans even more melodious.
“Oh…oh…sister…ah…you’re so good at this…ah…I’m not okay…it’s leaking so much…um…uh…sister…”
Mrs. Hu’s pink face was buried in Mrs. Weng’s arms. In her haste, she opened her mouth and gently bit down on Mrs. Weng’s full and soft breasts. Although Mrs. Weng was wearing a swimsuit, she had taken off the cotton bra underneath because she found it troublesome. Mrs. Hu’s bite landed right on her plum-like nipple. Mrs. Weng’s heart skipped a beat. Not to be outdone, she thrust even deeper into Mrs. Hu’s flesh.
Both beautiful women were trembling with pleasure. Mrs. Hu was especially embarrassed. One of her plump and tender vulvas was so wet that she had nowhere to put it. The opening of her vulva opened and closed involuntarily. Her clitoris was protruding, and her entire vulva was bright red. Every time Mrs. Weng dug deeper, she would cry out “ah”. The faster Mrs. Weng dug, the more urgent her cries became. Her captivating moans echoed in the room.
Suddenly, Mrs. Hu's moans grew several times louder, startling even Zhongwen outside. He saw Mrs. Hu's slender waist arching and falling laboriously, her cries like sobs, until finally only her mouth remained open, unable to utter a breath. Then, her buttocks contracted and trembled violently, large puddles of fluid gushing from her vagina, soaking the ground and her mother's hands as if after a downpour. After this suffocating climax, Mrs. Hu suddenly threw herself back into Mrs. Weng's arms, snuggling against her affectionately.
Seeing this, Zhongwen's eyes rolled back, his throat gurgling, his penis seemingly doubling in size. He frantically masturbated, his lower abdomen burning with a soreness, a surge of fluid rushing to his urethra, finally bursting forth like a broken tube of toothpaste, desperately shooting out all its contents onto the pinkish-white door panel, creating a sticky, greasy stain that slowly dripped down.
The secretary and her boyfriend, feigning defeat, left Bowen and the accountant and never returned. The accountant, noticing Zhongwen's physical changes, assumed he was interested in her and became increasingly affectionate, frequently rubbing his erection.
Another wave of passion washed over her, and the accountant seized the opportunity to hug him again, feeling his penis seemed even larger and thicker. She looked at him disdainfully, and Zhongwen, bewildered, felt pity for him. She couldn't resist kissing his lips, her small hand moving downwards, boldly slipping into his swim trunks and grasping his innocent erection. Unexpectedly,
the moment she touched it, Bowen felt a chill run down his spine, goosebumps rising all over his body. His mind screamed, "Don't do this…," but it was too late. With Zhongwen's ejaculation, he too couldn't help but release hot, white semen.
"Ah…you…" the accountant exclaimed in surprise, then laughed, "No, young people have no patience…hehe…"
Bowen was utterly mortified.
When Zhongwen came to his senses and looked back into the room, he found that his mother had already stood up, while Mrs. Hu was still lazily lying on her side on the floor. His mother seemed to be calling her; she moved listlessly a few times but still wouldn't get up. His mother smiled and shook her head, then began packing her handbag. Zhongwen quickly stuffed his large penis back into his pants. A
short while later, Mrs. Weng, her cheeks flushed, opened the door and quickly closed it again, telling Zhongwen, "Let's go first. Your Aunt Hu is still changing; she said she'll go back when she's done."
So they left.
On the other side of the door, Mrs. Hu lay languidly on the floor, recalling the ecstatic beauty of her climax. She couldn't believe Mrs. Weng's fingers could be so skillful. She felt that in that moment of collapse, every pore on her body seemed to open, calling out, expressing a sublime experience beyond words.
She covered her face with her hands, shaking her head with an incredulous laugh, and closed her eyes weakly…
The room was quiet, too quiet. Mrs. Hu suddenly felt a profound loneliness. She looked up alertly. Light and shadow danced around her, fine dust motes floated in the air, and a tremendous pressure seemed to emanate
from her. Perhaps it was psychological, but the curtain seemed to be swaying, making her hesitant to stay in the empty room any longer. She turned her back to the curtain, propping herself up, the ecstasy leaving her utterly exhausted. She knelt again, preparing to stand up and put on her swimsuit.
But she didn't have the chance.
She had barely stepped onto the ground, not even having time to steady herself, when a dark figure darted out from behind the curtain, pounced, and grabbed her from behind, pushing her back onto the floor. Mrs. Hu didn't even have time to react before a large hand covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming. She could only gasp for breath through her nose. To make matters worse, a warm, hard, rod-like object slid down her spine and onto her still-wet vulva, its head protruding inside.
Her eyes widened in terror. Then, the person began to push the rod inside her from behind. She was filled with shame and panic, tears welling in her eyes. She was terrified. She tried to turn her face to see who was committing this indecent act, but the person's hand was too strong; she couldn't turn her head. Finally, she was possessed by that man, completely possessed. Her heart was filled with trepidation and turmoil. Strangely, the intruder's powerful violation also caused her unexpected confusion.
A stranger she had never met placed her like a female beast, inserting his penis into her sensitive body. She was extremely unwilling. The only thought in her mind was that she... she was being raped! But, but this... this feeling of being raped, being violated, how... how could it... cause a pleasurable reaction in her body?
How shameful! When the man inserted his penis all the way into her honey hole, there was a "gurgling" sound deep inside her vagina, and a large puddle of fluid gushed out. She immediately tilted her head back, trembling with intense emotion.
The stranger began thrusting impatiently. Good heavens, this was a completely different experience. His forceful and rude takeover, his rough and forceful movements, shook her so badly her hair flew wildly, her buttocks and breasts swayed wildly, and her clitoris was filled with a continuous stream of urgent pleasure. Oh, how wonderful! How incredibly pleasurable!
Her eyes were vacant, her shoulders slumped, her face showing resignation, a look of complete surrender. The man penetrating her probably sensed her change, releasing his hand from her mouth and focusing intently on his work. At
the height of her arousal, Mrs. Hu's shoulders, which had been limp on the floor, arched upwards again, her buttocks raised as high as possible to welcome his even rougher thrusts. Her vaginal muscles clenched unabashedly, the gushing fluids announcing her unrestrained lust, completely undisguised.
Mrs. Hu's wanton reaction seemed to greatly satisfy the stranger.
"Is it good?" the man asked in a hoarse voice.
Mrs. Hu dared not answer. The man thrust into her harder a few more times, then asked again, "Is it good?"
"Mmm..." Mrs. Hu had no choice but to tell the truth, "Yes..."
"If it's good, then scream!" the stranger said.
"Ah...ah..." Mrs. Hu cried out.
Since she had already screamed, she no longer cared about being shameless. She tried her best to moan wildly, "Cough...cough...oh...so...so comfortable...cough...hey..."
The rapist behind her was unconsciously greatly encouraged, and his movements became even more thorough, each thrust penetrating deeply and hitting the vital points. The speed was like a storm, thrusting the rod as if it wanted to break it. Although Mrs. Hu could not see behind her, she could imagine the man pressed against her buttocks, struggling desperately, looking ecstatic.
Actually, Mrs. Hu wasn't blind; the man had no longer restricted her neck movement. But even if she could see who it was, what difference would it make? Besides, she was currently in the throes of pleasure. The stranger's savage methods, that frenzied energy, were something she had never experienced before—it was too stimulating, too exhilarating. She didn't want to spoil this obscene enjoyment. Being raped was fine; it was just a man's penis going in. What difference would it make if she got another one?
The two reached a tacit understanding, one willing, the other willing to be penetrated. The one thrusting, his thrusts becoming more and more vigorous, the one receiving, her juices flowing freely, her moans lingering. Everything around them seemed to freeze; the only sound was their ceaseless thrusting…
Finally, Mrs. Hu showed signs of defeat. Her buttocks convulsed repeatedly, her thighs trembled wildly, and her juices gushed out, flowing down her legs and onto the floor. With each thrust and withdrawal from the stranger, she was slowly pushed to the brink of sensory breakdown. Finally, the explosion occurred.
She screamed with abandon, a sound she had never heard herself make so moving and so self-assured. Her back arched deeply, her round buttocks high, her voluptuous flesh throbbing and pulsating, telling the stranger without any hesitation or shame how happy and excited she was.
"Ah...ah...so...so comfortable...so comfortable...ah...it feels so good...so satisfying...oh...I'm coming...oh...I'm coming...I've come so much...ah...it's killing me...it's killing me with pleasure...ah...you rascal...oh...do it again...do it again...ah...do it again, I don't care...ah...I'll just die of pleasure...ah...I'm still coming...ah...I'm really going to die...oh...oh..."
She and he were pressed together, shaking violently at the same time. Mrs. Hu's sobs were high-pitched and hurried, forming a long "ah...ah..." melody, then suddenly stopped, frozen for a moment, before she sighed softly, her face full of satisfied afterglow, and as red as a ripe peach.
But the rapist wasn't done yet. He grabbed Mrs. Hu's waist, forcefully lifting her upper body upwards, then sat back down, so that Mrs. Hu was straddling him, though she remained facing away from him. Once seated, without waiting for his instructions, Mrs. Hu began to ride him.
She bent slightly, placing her hands on his thighs, squatting down so her shapely buttocks were suspended in the air, tossing them up and down, the motion deep and firm. The curves of her buttocks and thighs were incredibly alluring. The stranger rudely stroked her buttocks, pinching and squeezing here and there, making her gasp in pain.
"Ouch...it's killing me..." Mrs. Hu cried out, tilting her head back. "You big bad guy...you big pervert...you lecher...you pervert...ouch...it's so deep..."
She accused him of every crime she could, ignoring the fact that she was the one raping him. However, the stranger did not protest. He actively catered to Mrs. Hu, occasionally thrusting his hips, making her scream.
"Oh... God... How could I be like this... Oh..."
The man's hands touched her breasts, gently kneading them.
"Mmm... Mmm..." Mrs. Hu rode with increasing passion: "So good... Oh... Let me be horny... Let me be horny... Ah... I'm going crazy..."
Mrs. Hu's hips moved rapidly, she was so excited that she couldn't tell which way was which. She became more and more lost in the moment, and her words became bolder and bolder.
"Oh... I'm going to die again... Oh... Yes... Yes... Oh... I'm a horny woman... Ah... I want someone to fuck me... Ah... Fuck me... Ah..."
In the end, she could no longer speak complete sentences, she could only keep screaming "Ah ah". The man was almost unable to hold back, and he also thrust upwards quickly and urgently, and the two of them fell into a state of ecstasy.
"Ah...ah...I'm going to die..." Mrs. Hu blurted out, "My dear husband...ah...my dear husband...my dear husband..."
The man couldn't help but laugh, "Hehe, you found out."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Hu's heart trembled, and her passion immediately diminished by more than half. Of course, she recognized the voice; the person who had raped her was actually her husband.
She anxiously recalled everything that had just happened, her mind racing, but her buttocks didn't stop. In a moment of inspiration, she said, "Oh...good husband...bad husband...ah...ah...as soon as you penetrate me...ah...I knew it was you...ah...so comfortable...you're the best...oh...oh..."
Suddenly, without warning, Mr. Hu's glans swelled, his lower abdomen tingled, and a thick stream of semen gushed out uncontrollably, scalding Mrs. Hu's clitoris.
"Oh, good wife, I came..." he exhaled.
"Dear brother..." Mrs. Hu sat down firmly, "It felt so good when you came..."
The couple had a strange sexual encounter. Mrs. Hu lay down on top of Mr. Hu, asking him how he ended up there. After she and Mrs. Weng left, Mr. Hu collected the embers and went to look for her. However, he took a wrong turn, going around to the other end of the building and coming up the stairs there. It seemed the building had many doors, and Mr. Hu didn't encounter the gatekeeper, Zhongwen.
"My dear wife, hee hee..." Mr. Hu asked with a smile, "Is your husband better or Mrs. Weng better...?"
"Ah..." Mrs. Hu blushed deeply: "You...you saw everything."
"Otherwise, how could I dare to rape you?" he said.
Mrs. Hu turned away coquettishly, and Mr. Hu had no choice but to coax her and urge her to get up and change into her swimsuit. Mrs. Hu got up, saying while putting on her swimsuit, "Husband, this room is so strange! Why is it decorated like this?"
Mr. Hu also changed into his swim trunks and said, "This isn't a room!"
"Huh?"
Mr. Hu walked to the curtain, lifted it with his hand, and Mrs. Hu suddenly realized that this wasn't a room at all, but the stage of the auditorium! It turned out she had already performed two good plays on stage.
"Let's go, everyone is waiting!" Mr. Hu said.
They opened the door that Zhongwen had been guarding. The sun shone brightly outside the auditorium. Mrs. Hu raised her hand to shield her forehead, took her husband's hand, and they walked out together.
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