[Homeless Woman]

" Hey

! Get up, we need to open for business!" The familiar voice shouted in my ear, and I

immediately jumped up.

"How come it's already seven o'clock?" I rubbed my eyes and looked at the person who spoke to me.

"Yes, yes, hurry up, or I'll get scolded if the manager sees me. You're affecting

our business."

"Okay." I stood up, stretched my numb arms, and then walked to the fountain in the center of the square to

wash my face and brush my teeth when no one was looking. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, picked up my guitar, and started my day's work.

I walked to a street, took out a small stool and a plastic bowl, sat on the stool, and

began to play and sing. I was lucky today; as soon as I started singing, someone threw two one-yuan coins into my

bowl. It seemed my breakfast was secured. I stopped, stretched my arms, and began to play seriously

.

People passing by looked at me with curiosity, and I looked back with curiosity as well. If a woman

walked by, my gaze would naturally fall on her most prominent feature; if a man came by, my gaze would

fall on his pockets.

I'm a wandering performer, and I've been wandering around for four years, relying on my meager skills to travel from one city to

another. I stay in each city for more than ten days, exploring all the interesting places

before trying to find a way to move on to the next. I'm a wandering performer, not a beggar, but many people

equate me with beggars because we look so alike. Many professional beggars, like me, also come out with musical instruments to ask for money.

I'm educated; after graduating from middle school, I joined the army. After three years, I returned and was preparing to look for a job when

tragedy struck my family. My parents went out to run errands, and their bus fell into the river. I have no siblings, and my parents

have a few distant relatives, but I didn't go to them. I was alone at home, not knowing what to do. A kind

neighbor and her husband took on the responsibility of taking care of me.

At that time, I lost all confidence and didn't know what to do. I just spent my days at

home . Gradually, I emerged from my grief. My neighbor had a child; their family wasn't well-off, and

having a child added to their burden. To thank them for helping me through this difficult time, I

gave them a large portion of the money my father had left me, and also let them use my house so they could rent it out and earn a little extra money.

My parents' passing made me lazy. I didn't know what kind of work to do,

so I just wandered around aimlessly every day, eating at my neighbor's house. One night, I suddenly had a whim to go out and try my luck.

So, I set off the next day. Unfortunately, I was robbed of all my money soon after I left, leaving me only with a guitar. So,

I started imitating the street musicians on TV, using the guitar to earn money for food. After a while, I found

it somewhat interesting, and thus began my journey, traveling from city to city, quite peacefully.

But this peace every city I visited, I was besieged by the local beggars. Fortunately, I had served in the military and

had some fighting skills, so no major conflicts occurred.

I'm not afraid of beggars, I'm afraid of the urban management officers. It's like that in every city. They see homeless people like me,

and without a second thought, they beat you up, then take you to the civil affairs department, and finally forcibly send you home.

I'm lucky; I always manage to escape them.

That's how I started my day's work. My guitar playing wasn't very

good at first, but after practicing more, I became more proficient, and I could play most songs. But there are people better than me—

professional beggars who play mournful music on the erhu every day. Some even bring children to beg. I'm truly

impressed by them; they're professionals! And many passersby are willing to give money to the older beggars,

so my income is much less, but it's enough for my food and drink for the day.

The street I'm on is in a good location because the other end of the street is the city's largest

cultural square. This street is a must-pass for people coming here. I originally wanted to perform in the square,

but it's very strictly controlled there. Even cleaners or bicycle watchers can bully people in our line of work.

Time flies, and another day has passed. Today's income was so-so, only a little over thirty yuan. A beggar

not far is the leader of this area; he earns at least eighty yuan a day. He's a great actor;

tears come easily, and he naturally looks like he's been abused, so he easily gains people's sympathy. I've

always wondered why he doesn't pursue a career in acting.

Watching the sun set, I stood up and packed my things. It's still early, not

time . I actually have two places to sleep. One is in a house where many homeless

people and beggars gather. They all rent a place together; during the day, the weak and sick stay behind to watch over things, and at night everyone

comes back to rest together.

The other place is where I often go—a mobile phone store. It has two doors;

one is an outer glass door leading to a small corridor with a security door inside. Usually, they only close the security door

at night, not the outer glass door, so I can sleep in that small corridor. It's

quiet and comfortable there.

I have my own bedding, all in my big backpack, which also contains my diary and some

canned food—my spare supplies. But tonight I can't sleep at Xiaolingtong's place; as usual, I

'm sleeping in the house. I get along well with the beggars there, because I've successfully helped

them , and later even taught them a few words, so they like me. I

go there every other day to share my experiences with them.

"What should we do? Fight them?" I heard someone say as I approached the door, and the atmosphere inside

seemed quite lively. I immediately pushed open the door and went out.

Naturally, there were no beds in the beggars' and homeless people's quarters. The house seemed quite large; everyone had

their own spot, with their belongings scattered around. The house reeked of a foul odor—cigarette smoke, the smell of

unwashed , and the stench of feet and body odor. Although I'd been with them for a while,

I still felt nauseous coming here.

Everyone was sitting on the floor, with one person kneeling in the middle, head bowed, bound by ropes.

I couldn't see what the person looked like, but I could vaguely make out it was a woman.

"Hey, Brother Hu," the gang leader greeted me as I entered.

"Yeah, everyone," I greeted the people in the room.

"Hello~~~" My arrival added a bit more liveliness to the room.

"What's going on?" I sat down next to the gang leader, taking the cigarette he offered me and asking.

"This bitch is new here. She started asking for things without telling us. We

brought here to teach her a lesson before letting her join us. But instead of

being grateful, she injured one of our guys and tried to run away with our stuff. Well, she got caught."

The gang leader took a deep drag on his cheap cigarette.

"What are you planning to do with her?" I took the cigarette from him and lit mine with his

.

"We don't know yet. Let's see what the brothers think," the gang leader said.

"Brother, how about this? Let's keep all the money on her, and then each of us brothers

can have our way with her." A beggar walked over and said.

"Great idea! We can finally have some fun!" The gang leader laughed, and the others in the house

laughed too.

I couldn't help but laugh as well. These beggars really hadn't been with a woman in a long time; all they thought about was

money and food. I was the same; after wandering the streets for years, I'd completely lost interest in women.

Luckily , my manhood hadn't failed me; it would get hard every day, and I had no choice but

to masturbate.

Hearing them say this, I couldn't help but glance at the woman a few more times. She looked up at me too, and

our eyes met. Her face was dark, as if she hadn't washed in a long time, and her clothes were dirty but

not torn. Judging from her appearance, she was at least 28 years old.

"Hiss~" I gasped.

"Brother Hu, what's wrong? Are you cold?" the gang leader asked me.

"Nothing, boss. How about I take care of this woman? I'll buy everyone some cigarettes." "I stared at her and said.

'Brother Hu, take it if you want. If it weren't for your help, we would definitely be back by now

, wouldn't you say? And you even taught us to read.' the gang leader said.

'Yeah, yeah,' the gang leader chimed in.

'Then I won't be polite.' I said, taking out 20 yuan of my wages for the day from my pocket and handing it to him. 'Buy

cigarettes for everyone.'

'What are you saying? We're all family, no need to be so polite.' He pretended to refuse, but finally accepted it

. After taking my money, he ordered someone to untie her ropes.

'You bitch, if it weren't for Brother Hu, you'd be in big trouble today.' the gang leader said.

'Come with me.' I said.

The woman nodded and followed me out.

'Thank you.' she said to me as soon as we left the house.

'Don't mention it, we're all in the same line of work.' I said, 'Let's go our separate ways now, take your

things.'"

She was carrying her tattered canvas bag. "Well… I'm new here and not familiar with the area yet .

Could I stay with you for a while?"

"Heh, okay, if you're not afraid I'm a bad person, then come with me," I said.

"Thank you," she said, walking over to me and taking my guitar.

We walked around the streets a few times, then I took her to the fountain to wash her face.

She looked better for now.

I checked my watch; it was almost ten o'clock. So I led her to my temporary lodgings. They

were still open, so we sat outside and waited until everyone else left and the security door closed before we went into the small hallway

.

I took out some bedding from my backpack and spread it on the floor. Since it was autumn, it was still

a bit chilly. She opened her canvas bag, but instead of bedding, she took out several tattered rags and newspapers.

"Gurgle…" her stomach growled.

"Sigh..." I sighed, then took out two cans of food, a bottle of water, and a loaf of

bread handed them to her.

"Thank you..." she said repeatedly.

"Don't mention it, eat first," I said.

She wolfed down the food, and I leaned against the wall watching her eat, finding it quite

amusing . It looked like she hadn't eaten for several days. She quickly finished everything. I took out a cigarette and offered it to her.

Many homeless people smoke, and I figured she was no exception. Sure enough, she took the cigarette, and I

offered her mine to light.

"Whew..." She also leaned against the wall, skillfully exhaling a smoke ring.

"How did you get caught?" I asked.

"Sigh... I didn't expect to run into trouble so soon after arriving in this city. I just wanted to get some money, but

they found out and said I was taking up their space. Then they forcibly dragged me into that house. Because there

weren't many people there during the day, I tried to run away, but I was discovered again. In desperation, I injured someone," she

said quietly.

Her words were roughly the same as the gang leader's.

'Be careful in the future, it's best to blend in with them, otherwise it's hard to make a living in our line of work.

Are you a vagrant or a beggar?' I asked.

'Is there a difference?'

'Of course, I'm a vagrant, I earn my travel expenses with my skills, and then move on to

the next place. A beggar is someone who begs for money all day, they don't do anything else,' I said.

'But some beggars travel from city to city,' she said.

'This…' I couldn't answer for a moment; I might already be a beggar myself.

'When I was at home, I thought I was very happy. I had everything I needed, and my life was very

comfortable .' She said, "It was probably too comfortable. I started looking for thrills everywhere, started using drugs, and

squandered all our family's wealth. My husband divorced me, my parents were heartbroken, and I regretted it deeply. So I decided to

quit drugs , but no matter how hard I tried at home, I couldn't quit. So I ran away from home and started living a life of homelessness,

begging for food. Three years passed, and I finally kicked the habit. But when I returned home, my parents..."

"Mom's already gone, and I feel like nothing's worth doing anymore. I might as well just

wander around." "Heh, we're both in the same boat," I said. "Alright, rest now. You need to get up early tomorrow,

or the shopkeepers will kick you out."

"Okay." She agreed, then spread out the newspaper, lay down on it, and covered herself with several tattered sheets.

I also covered myself with a blanket. Sitting on the street all day was really uncomfortable, and I fell asleep soon after lying down

.

"Achoo! Achoo!!" I was sleeping soundly when I was woken up by a series of sneezes. I opened my eyes and saw

her curled up to one side, shivering.

"What's wrong? Your health is so bad." I got up and went to her, then woke her up.

"Is...is something wrong?" she asked.

"If you're not scared, come and sleep with me. You'll freeze to death if you keep going like this," I said.

"Then..." She was silent for a moment, then nodded with difficulty.

We crawled into my bed together. She turned away, not daring to look at me, her rather full buttocks pressed against

my lower body. My hand naturally rested on her waist, and she didn't object. We had a tacit understanding,

like an old married couple.

I closed my eyes. Although my mind wasn't wandering, a certain part of my body was already stirring.

My hand on her waist seemed unsatisfied; I had a urge to touch her breasts, but

the overwhelming sleepiness suppressed that urge.

Falling asleep again was a comfortable thing for me, but I hadn't slept for long before I felt

short of breath, as if something was pressing down on me. I had to open my eyes. I saw

her on top of me, her lips kissing my neck, her warm breath tickling my skin

.

"You…" I was about to speak when she suddenly covered my mouth with her hand.

"Don't refuse me… please… don't say anything, okay…" she said, her voice trembling with tears.

I nodded, and she released my hand, then kissed my lips fiercely. Her tongue, like a dragon,

swirled in my mouth, while my tongue remained passive, letting her play with it.

After the kiss, I felt like my whole body was on fire, a burning heat enveloping me. Her hands

slowly unbuttoned my shirt, and then her tongue licked my nipples. Her tongue

felt unusually cool compared to my feverish body.

I couldn't resist slipping my hand under her clothes. After some exploration, I felt two soft

mounds. As my fingers began to play with her nipples, her hand had already pulled down my pants

, tightly gripping my rock-hard penis, her fingers occasionally rubbing my glans.

After playing with it for a while, she released her hand and then took off her clothes herself. Although there was a floor lamp in the hallway,

its light was ineffective; I couldn't see her body at all.

After she took off her clothes, she returned to my side. Guided by her hand, my hand moved to her vulva.

As I began to rub between her labia, she moaned and grabbed my other

hand, sucking on it.

Her vulva felt incredibly smooth, unlike her slightly rough body; it

was exceptionally slippery and wet.

Suddenly, she released my fingers, turned, and straddled my chest. She lay between my legs,

grasping . Before I could even react, I felt a tickling sensation on my penis—her tongue

was exploring it . Her

full buttocks were facing my face, and I could breathe in the scent of her genitals. Although it was a bit pungent,

it excited me immensely, banishing all sleepiness. I reached out my left hand and gently probed inside her vagina. She actually used

her vagina to tighten and loosen my fingers—a rare sight indeed. I only knew that people could control the anus

to maintain unobstructed bowel movements, but I never imagined the vagina could be controlled as well.

She had my glans completely inside her mouth—teeth, lips, tongue, throat, cheeks—she used

every part she could, taming my penis completely.

I forcefully spread her buttocks with both hands, then stuck out my tongue to taste her vagina. It was alkaline, with

a slightly fishy smell, but it was this rare taste that made me suck even harder.

She gently swayed her body up and down, and my tongue moved in and out of her vagina like pistons, the pleasure on

my penis making me involuntarily throb in her mouth.

We played like this, head to tail, for a while, until she finally turned around, still straddling me.

Then she pulled the blanket that had slipped to the side and draped it over herself, grabbed my penis, and placed my glans between

her labia.

'Plop!' Before she could move, I thrust hard, and my penis slid in.

She bent down, then moved her hips up and down forcefully, our naked upper bodies pressed tightly together.

'Sizzle! Sizzle!' The sound of our genitals rubbing against each other echoed in the small corridor.

"Why...why..." Before I could finish my question, she covered my mouth with her hand again.

"Wait...wait a minute...I...I'll tell you..." she said while vigorously stroking me.

I hadn't been with a woman for a long time, so I quickly felt an orgasm approaching.

I straightened my upper body, and we hugged tightly. My hands gripped her back tightly, and

the rhythm of my thrusts became a little erratic.

"You...you want to...?" she asked in my ear.

I nodded.

"Think about Chinese football..." she suddenly said inexplicably.

I didn't think much of it. My mind followed her words and thought of Chinese football, of ten people and twenty

legs on the field failing to watch the ball properly. Suddenly, I felt the urge to ejaculate stop. It was a miracle; she was

married , experienced.

I took a deep breath, then adjusted my angle and began rhythmic thrusting.

"I...I can't take it anymore..." she suddenly said after we had been doing it for more than ten minutes.

'Let's do it together.' I said, putting Chinese football out of my mind, and vigorously kneaded

her soft breasts.

"Ahhhhhh!" We both cried out simultaneously, then reached climax together. My semen

gushed into her vagina like a burst dam. She kissed my lips frantically, with incredible force, as if

trying bite them off.

We lay down, exhausted. I stroked her sweat-drenched body, while her hands played intently with my

nipples. My penis remained inside her, savoring the warmth.

A sliver of light appeared on the horizon.

"Why?" I asked.

"Pull your thing out first, then I'll tell you," she said.

I immediately pulled my penis out of her vagina, and she bent down to clean the semen off it.

"How long have you been wandering?" she suddenly asked.

"Two years," I said.

"Didn't you want to go home in those two years?" she asked.

"I thought about it, but what would I do back then? My family is gone."

"Do you know?" During these past few years of wandering, I've thought not only about going home, but also about having a new home. You know how lonely it is to be

all alone out there? I know you're a good person, so I'm willing to give myself to you."

She said a string of things that confused me.

"You mean, you're willing to be with me?" I asked nervously.

"Yes!" she nodded, "if you don't mind." "

Hehe, I haven't thought about finding a wife, but I don't reject women. You just

need to take good care of my little brother every day," I said.

"Of course." As she spoke, she knelt between my legs again, sucking my penis with her lips.

My still-erect penis became aroused again, and I immediately pressed her down, then lifted

one of her legs, ready to give her a good pounding.

"Get up, we're about to open for business." That familiar voice suddenly rang out from outside.

"Ah! Quick! Get dressed!" I immediately rolled off her and frantically put on my

clothes .

That day, we fled the store looking disheveled. I don't know what was wrong with that guy, coming

so early today. As a result, we both caught a cold.

Wandering alone can be interesting sometimes, but it feels different when you're with someone, especially if

a woman is with you. At first, I thought about us making money together with my guitar, but after

a while, I had a strong desire to go home. Finally, the time came. I thought about it

for a long time, then told her my idea, and of course, she agreed.

We were eventually caught in a raid and reluctantly sent back to

my hometown.

Wanderers always want to go home.

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