Interesting Anecdotes from the Republican Era

(I)

Mr. Wang was wealthy, owning several street-front shops and hundreds of acres of prime paddy fields in the countryside. He attended modern schools from a young age and spent two years studying in Europe, which greatly enhanced his resume. After returning to China, he used connections to secure a respectable job in the provincial government, requiring no daily attendance, only occasional attendance. With nothing to do and no family ties, he spent his days slicked-back hair, impeccably dressed in a suit, indulging in pleasure and banquets. Tall, handsome, and generous, he was naturally very popular with women. He frequented brothels, and within a year, he had dated all the famous beauties in his social circle, earning him the nickname "Pan the Donkey." However, this nickname was only used in private; no one would be so tactless to his face.

That day, he invited four familiar women to a French restaurant. These women weren't exactly respectable ladies; they were former socialites who had worked at the Paramount Ballroom. Most were over thirty, and although they were still beautiful, they were showing signs of aging, practically past their prime.

These days, everyone loves youthful bodies. Not to mention women in their thirties, even women under twenty, once they've had their way with someone, lose interest after a few times. These women had all had their good times, but those good times didn't last. Now, although they were financially secure, returning to their former extravagant lifestyle was extremely difficult.

Fortunately, they met Mr. Wang, this peculiar man. He disliked delicate young girls but preferred voluptuous mature women, especially tall, well-endowed, and curvaceous women. These ladies were exactly his type; all were over 170 centimeters tall, tall even among men, let alone women.

The women, being seasoned veterans, though their cheongsams were slightly worn, were once incredibly fashionable. Each held her chin high, her ample breasts prominently displayed, striking a pose that made Mr. Wang appear like a gigolo. The

five women chose a six-person booth in a secluded corner, a convenient place for private conversation. Four of the women beamed, ordering expensive dishes with no intention of saving him any money. They had all been intimate with Mr. Wang, engaging in marital relations more than once, so what was there to be embarrassed about?

After the four women finished ordering, Mr. Wang added a dish of braised pork trotters. One of the women, surnamed Wu, said in a coquettish voice, "Mr. Wang must have ordered this dish especially for Miss Li." Mr. Wang chuckled and said, "This dish is excellent for promoting lactation. Miss Li ate so much before leaving that I'm making up for it."

Miss Li, a plump woman with long, wavy hair, was sitting next to him. Hearing his words, she said coquettishly, "Mr. Wang is so naughty!"

Mr. Wang laughed, "Isn't there a popular saying these days, 'Women don't love men who aren't a little bad'?" The women all laughed heartily. Even Miss Li, after lightly punching him a few times with her small fists, chuckled as well. Miss

Li was the youngest of the four, just over thirty. She had accidentally become pregnant some time ago and didn't know who the father was. It wasn't until she was over five months pregnant that she had an abortion with a Western doctor. Her constitution was somewhat unusual; although she was only four or five months pregnant, she already had breast milk and hadn't menstruated. Mr. Wang, after playing with her a few times, became enamored with her large, soft, and milk-producing breasts. He hired her as a bedchamber maid for fifty silver dollars a month.

This kind of bedchamber maid was a fashionable profession at the time, mostly for women like Miss Li, in their thirties or forties, possessing some beauty but lacking other skills to earn a living. They were relatively open-minded and applied for the job. During the day, they cooked, cleaned, and tidied; at night, they slept with their employers and performed sexual acts. Their income was usually several times that of a regular maid.

Miss Li, of course, readily agreed. Mr. Wang was young, wealthy, handsome, and generous, especially possessing a remarkably large and enduring penis, which naturally attracted many women. In these difficult times, ten silver dollars were enough to support a family of three for a month, making fifty silver dollars a very generous monthly salary. She had been a courtesan in her youth, earning a considerable income, but times had changed; a dozen or twenty silver dollars was considered quite good.

Now she works as a nanny in Mr. Wang's house, with room and board provided. She only needs to prepare breakfast for him every morning, and for lunch and dinner, she usually eats out, so her meals are naturally excellent. Moreover, he only stays home about twenty days a month, and there are other maids who come regularly to do the cleaning and laundry, making it both easy and enjoyable.

Besides, she has some ulterior motives. Mr. Wang is not yet married, so she naturally doesn't dare to think about a wife, but after his wedding, he will inevitably have several concubines, and she hopes to have a convenient position then, ensuring her future security.

Mr. Wang, however, feels that the money is well spent. Miss Li, after all, was once a prominent figure in the world of romance, well-informed, and educated—a literate woman, naturally not comparable to ordinary women. She is beautiful and charming, her soft, white flesh is to his liking, and she has a pair of ample breasts, allowing him to enjoy fragrant, hot fresh milk every day. While chatting and laughing with the beautiful woman, he would fondle her plump, soft breasts and enjoy her warm, fresh breast milk. Whenever he felt aroused, he would have her straddle his waist and slide her hot, slippery flesh around his penis, enjoying the pleasures of sex to the fullest. It was truly exquisite. Moreover, since Miss Li had her abortion, she hadn't menstruated, unlike other women who had to abstain from intercourse for six or seven days each month, which was quite advantageous. Mr.

Wang was exceptionally gifted, possessing an extremely thick and long penis. When flaccid, it was about the thickness of an adult's wrist, and when erect, it was thicker than a donkey's or horse's penis, almost as thick as the thickest part of a man's arm, with the glans even larger than a fist. He usually expended a great deal of effort when having intercourse with women, using a lot of Vaseline just to barely insert it into their vaginas. Even after getting in, the women often endured excruciating pain, screaming in agony. A slight miscalculation during thrusting would result in vaginal tearing or bleeding, without any pleasure whatsoever. He had once tried having intercourse with teenage girls, resulting in profuse bleeding several times in a row. Fortunately, he had a Western doctor he knew, preventing any fatalities.

Because of this, Mr. Wang disliked naive young girls, preferring mature women who had given birth, simply because these women's genitals, having undergone the dilation of childbirth, could accommodate his large penis. Of

the four women he had arranged to meet this time, apart from Miss Li, the other three were already married and had children. However, these former socialites, except for a very few who managed to snag wealthy husbands, were mostly unhappy, and their marriage partners were often unsatisfactory. The husbands of these three women were like that; they had no skills to earn a living, nor were they willing to do any hard work. They spent their days idly, relying solely on their wives for support, even leaving their children in the countryside to be raised by the elderly. As long as they could get money, why would they care what their wives did outside?

Mr. Wang had dated each of these women individually, and had several passionate encounters with each of them. He had dated countless mature women, and quite a few could handle his enormous member, but he hadn't truly enjoyed it with most of them. Most of them

would grit their teeth, force a smile, or furrow their brows, as if they were being tortured, which saddened him. Miss Wu, Miss Zhang, and Miss Liu were different. They were naturally tall and large, like Western women, so their vaginas were naturally wider than the average person's. They were also women who had given birth, their vaginas having undergone the trials of childbirth, and their vaginas were very wet. When ordinary men had sex with them, their penises felt nothing; it was loose and slippery, truly uninteresting. But Mr. Wang was different. His penis was so large that even when he had intercourse with these women, it took some effort to get it in. But once it was in, the pleasure began. Mr. Wang felt that the vaginas of these women were just the right tightness, only the opening was a little tight, but it was just right to lock the glans in, making it difficult to slip out during thrusting. Moreover, they all truly enjoyed the pleasure of having intercourse with him, and they were skilled in all eighteen martial arts techniques, a hundred times better than those pretentious women.

Besides, these women shared many similarities: fair and smooth skin, breasts far fuller and larger than those of ordinary women, and very little pubic hair, only a few sparse strands. This was due to their high levels of estrogen, which also made their libido much stronger than that of ordinary women. However, their vaginas had become looser after childbirth, earning them the reputation of being loose and slippery. Young men avoided them, and they rarely had the opportunity to indulge themselves. They thought they would henceforth become respectable women, but they never expected to meet Mr. Wang, this exceptionally gifted man.

The five women enjoyed a delicious meal while laughing and talking without restraint. Miss Wu was the most active, fixating on Mr. Wang, insisting that he explain how many times he had slept with Miss Li before leaving home that day.

Mr. Wang laughed, "How can you count that?"

Miss Wu persisted, "Once is once, twice is twice, how can you not count it?"

Miss Zhang wasn't one to hold back either, laughing, "If he doesn't pull out at all, how many times does that count?" Everyone covered their mouths and snickered. Miss Li, secretly pleased, said, "You all know how powerful Mr. Wang is, he doesn't rest all night. Now he only sleeps with it inside me every day, it's hard and sticky inside me all night, and in the morning I pull it out, take a hot shower, wash up, make breakfast, and then..." Sitting on the chair, I straddled him and inserted myself again. Then, while breastfeeding, I fed him. After finishing his meal, I read two newspapers. When I saw it was time to leave, I pulled out.

Miss Wu teased, "Miss Li, with such a thick egg penetrating you every day, you'll suffer much less when you have another baby." The other women agreed wholeheartedly, saying, "Giving birth is painful because of two things: the dilation of the cervix and the pain of the baby emerging from the vagina. If you and Mr. Wang do it often, you'll suffer half the pain." They all urged Miss Li to toast Mr. Wang with a glass of wine. Miss Li shyly clinked glasses with him and took a sip of red wine.

Miss Zhang said wistfully, "It's truly a life of bliss. Mr. Wang, you really know how to enjoy life.

"

Mr. Wang laughed and said, "To be honest, please don't laugh, but things between men and women are reciprocal. I use her vagina to stimulate my testicles, and while the testicles are certainly happy, doesn't the vagina feel happy too?" The women all nodded and laughed, "What Mr. Wang said makes perfect sense." Miss Zhang, who was the most outspoken, said, "Whether it's vagina stimulating testicles or testicles poking vagina, it's all about two people enjoying themselves together. Ah, if I had a testicle as thick as Mr. Wang's inside my vagina, just thinking about it would make me incredibly happy."

Miss Li laughed and said, "That's easy. After dinner, we'll all go to Mr. Wang's place and enjoy ourselves however we want."

These women understood perfectly well that Mr. Wang's invitation to dinner meant he was definitely going to have some fun with them. Before leaving, they had thoroughly washed themselves and applied perfume to their armpits and other private areas.

Miss Liu, who had been mostly silent, suddenly sighed, "Ah, it's so hard being a woman. We're born with two mouths. Once the upper one is full, the lower one gets hungry. It's really difficult to feed both mouths."

Everyone burst into laughter. Mr. Wang made a face and said, "Life is short, so enjoy it while you can. Miss Liu is absolutely right. Isn't the government promoting a new lifestyle movement? I've also come up with a way of life called the '3-2-1 Life.' Would you like to hear it?"

Miss Wu laughed, "Of course I would. But as soon as Mr. Wang makes that sly look, I know something's up.

"

Mr. Wang laughed, "Simply put, it's about enjoying three carefully prepared meals a day, playing with two plump, soft breasts, and having a hot cunt to rub against your testicles. That's my '3-2-1 Life.'"

All the women laughed. They were all regulars in the pleasure quarters, so they weren't embarrassed by such a risqué remark.

Miss Wu laughed, "So that's what Mr. Wang meant by 'three, two, one'—three delicious meals, two breasts, and a cunt. How interesting, how very interesting!"

She then turned to Miss Li across from her and said, "Mr. Wang's 'three, two, one' lifestyle—weren't all those three meals, two breasts, and a cunt provided by Miss Li? Miss Li just toasted Mr. Wang; shouldn't Mr. Wang return the favor by toasting our beautiful Miss Li?"

Mr. Wang picked up his red wine and laughed, "Indeed, Miss Li prepares three meals for me every day with great care and lets me enjoy the most precious things a woman can have. Come, Miss Li, let me toast you." Miss Li was a little shy, but secretly delighted. She lowered her head slightly and clinked glasses with him.

Miss Zhang laughed and said, "Mr. Wang likes hot vaginas, huh? I've heard that Korean women's vaginas are cold. Mr. Wang is quite knowledgeable, is that true?"

Mr. Wang replied, "I've been with Korean women a few times. They weren't exactly cold, but they were definitely a bit cooler than Chinese women. I didn't really like them. The doctor said that cold vaginas shouldn't be used too often, as it's bad for your health." Miss Wu laughed and said, "It seems that Chinese women are better. I think Mr. Wang would like all four of us." Miss Wu

added, "It's truly amazing how God created people, giving us..." "We women have a vagina and we give men an egg. When women want pleasure, they use their vagina to hold the egg in place; when men want pleasure, they insert the egg into the vagina. Tell me, how come these two things together bring such pleasure?"

Mr. Wang said, "What's so hard to explain? If it weren't so pleasurable, why would humans have thought of intercourse and reproduction? I think if sex were painful, humanity might have gone extinct long ago." Several women nodded in agreement, praising, "Mr. Wang sees things very clearly; he's a high-achieving student who studied abroad.

"

Miss Zhang suddenly said, "Mr. Wang just said he likes the '3-2-1' lifestyle; I wonder if '3-8-4' would work?"

Mr. Wang was taken aback.

Miss Zhang chuckled and said, "Three meals a day is a given, but if Miss Li adds the three of us, then 21 becomes 84, which is 384. Mr. Wang, why don't you hire three more nannies? What do you think of the three of us?"

Mr. Wang didn't hesitate and said directly, "If you put it that way, I wonder if Miss Wu and Miss Liu would be willing?"

The two women quickly expressed that they were both very willing to work as nannies for the Wang family.

Mr. Wang smiled and said, "In that case, it's not impossible. As long as you're willing, the more the merrier.

"

The three women cheered. Miss Li was somewhat reluctant, but she had no choice, since she was just a nanny hired by Mr. Wang.

The group then briefly discussed the matter at the dinner table. They decided to follow Miss Li's treatment, but she would need to go to a foreign hospital to get a lactation injection. If she could produce milk, she would receive Miss Li's monthly salary; if she couldn't, ten silver dollars would be deducted. This made Miss Li feel a little better.

Mr. Wang said, "Since the four of you are moving here, the original apartment won't be enough. I have a larger apartment on Xiafei Road with more rooms and bigger beds. I'll have someone prepare it soon, and you can move in tonight."

The women cheered, eager to move there immediately. Miss Wu, being more mature, said, "No rush. Let's see what Mr. Wang's arrangements are. Should we go for some fun first, or get the lactation-inducing injections? I've heard some are quick; three days of injections can produce milk."

Mr. Wang said, "Why don't we get the injections first? That way, I can arrange for someone to prepare." So they exchanged money, and the group squeezed into Mr. Wang's Ford sedan. They drove directly to a Western hospital, found a foreign doctor he knew, and spent fifteen silver dollars to give each of the three women two doses of lactation-inducing injections. The lactation initiation injection uses an extremely long needle, inserted from one side of the breast, to inject the medicine into the very center of the breast. Both breasts are injected, which looks terrifying, but it is not very painful. However, they will have to come here again for the next two days to suffer. But thinking about the benefits later, the three women are not unwilling at all.

However, the lactation-inducing effect wasn't as good as Ms. Wu had hoped. The foreign doctor instructed that if all went smoothly, milk would begin to be secreted in one or two weeks. However, the first milk was inedible due to medication residue; it had to be expressed and discarded. It could only be consumed after four or five days. But there was one advantage: after the injection, menstruation would be absent for at least six months.

The foreign doctor also provided free gynecological examinations for all four women, using a speculum to open their vaginas and examining them with a light. Having undergone regular STD checks as sex workers, the four were quite familiar with this procedure. After the examination, only Ms. Wu had very mild cervicitis, which wouldn't affect her daily sexual intercourse. She was prescribed medication to insert suppositories into her cervix for a few days.

The foreign doctor praised the four women highly, saying they had the most beautiful and cleanest vulvas he had seen since coming to China. He winked at Mr. Wang, expressing great envy, and told him that these women's vulvas were very wide, large enough to accommodate very large objects. With just a little lubrication, he could even insert his entire hand. He suggested Mr. Wang try it when he got home, as he personally enjoyed doing it that way, but it was rare to encounter women with such wide vulvas in China.

The doctor spoke in English, and he assumed the four women wouldn't understand him. However, having been at the Paramount Ballroom for so many years, even if they couldn't speak fluently, they understood a few simple English phrases. Miss Wu, who spoke the best English, overheard the doctor say, "Just try putting your fist in her cunt and fucking her cervix

with your

finger; that feeling is fucking great!"

Miss Wu couldn't help but reply, "Okay, thank you for your suggestion… I'll let him try later. This may

be a good way to insert the

suppository."

The foreign doctor was quite taken aback, blushing with embarrassment. The four women burst into laughter, and Mr. Wang, unable to suppress a laugh, patted the doctor's shoulder and shook his head.

It was already past 3 PM when they left the hospital. Mr. Wang drove the three women home to pack their belongings and changes of clothes, explaining the situation to their families and arranging pick-up times. He then returned to the apartment to let Ms. Li pack her things. Ms. Li had only lived there for less than a month, but she had already developed a deep affection for the apartment, which had electrical appliances and hot water, and was very reluctant to leave. Mr. Wang comforted her, saying that the new apartment would be even better, which made her feel a little better.

After packing a few changes of clothes, Mr. Wang picked up the three women. They had only packed a few sets of clothes and hadn't even brought cosmetics, because Mr. Wang had promised to take them to Wing On Department Store that evening.

When they arrived at the apartment on Xiafei Road, the four women exclaimed in surprise. It turned out that the apartment was a two-story villa with a private courtyard. Mr. Wang drove the car into the courtyard, and a male servant parked it. The four women didn't even bother to carry their luggage and rushed inside to explore.

The mansion wasn't very large. The first floor had a kitchen, a dining room, a reception room, a study, two servants' rooms, and a guest bathroom. The second floor had four bedrooms and a study; one large bedroom and three smaller ones. There were two bathrooms with bathtubs—one inside the large bedroom for the master, and the other, slightly smaller, nestled among the smaller bedrooms.

The four young ladies looked it over repeatedly, feeling extremely satisfied, and couldn't wait to lie down on the Simmons mattress in the large bedroom and begin their pleasurable activities.

Mr. Wang shook his head and laughed, "We should eat first, but there's no time to cook right now. I've already had someone buy some food from Cuizhulou across the street. We can eat right away. Let's go eat first, and then go shopping.

"

Miss Wu said, "Wait a minute! Mr. Wang, you're really amazing to be able to afford such a mansion in such a nice location! I love you so much! I'm going to make you happy today. Sisters, let's take a quick shower and then go down to eat. Luckily, there are no outsiders here, so let's enjoy ourselves while we eat, okay?" The women laughed and jostled, and together with Mr. Wang, they stripped naked and went to the bathroom in the master bedroom. Hot water was already prepared inside. The five of them squeezed together and quickly rinsed off, paying special attention to cleaning their private parts with soap. After all, they had been running around outside for most of the day, and although the autumn weather was pleasant, they had still sweated a bit. During the washing, some touching was inevitable. Mr. Wang was surrounded by four voluptuous bodies, enjoying himself immensely by touching their breasts and genitals. By the time the washing was finished, his enormous penis was already erect, hard and pressed against his lower abdomen.

The five women, dressed in bathrobes, filed down the stairs. Zhao Ma, the housekeeper, had already set out the meal. Zhao Ma appeared to be in her forties, with a very delicate face, fair skin without a single wrinkle, and well-maintained. Her breasts were full, and her waist was slightly plump, but not overly obese. Seeing everyone come down, she stood respectfully to the side and greeted them. Mr. Wang waved and took his seat at the head of the table. The four women, who had assumed the servants had all left, became slightly reserved upon seeing him and sat on either side of the long table. After everyone was seated, Zhao Ma set out the bowls and chopsticks and sat at the lower end of the table.

Seeing their slight restraint, Mr. Wang, recalling the absurd scene upstairs earlier, chuckled, "It's alright. This is Aunt Zhao. She manages the entire mansion. Aunt Zhao is one of us; she raised me since I was a child. There's no need to hide anything from her."

The four women quickly stood up and greeted Aunt Zhao.

Mr. Wang continued, "Aunt Zhao is quite the ladies' man. I've been with her since I was a child. She's incredibly skilled down there; it's extremely pleasurable."

Hearing this, the women were somewhat surprised, but being socialites, they remained composed, immediately understanding what "no need to hide anything from her" meant.

Miss Wu feigned surprise, saying, "What do you mean, 'explode'? We've never seen that before." Mr. Wang laughed, "Aunt Zhao, come here. Let's have a go. Later, you can 'explode' and show them, let them know there are always people more skilled than you."

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere relaxed considerably.

Miss Zhang suddenly said, "Why are we still wearing these clothes? A woman's body can be described in one word: a feast for the eyes. Why don't we all strip naked and entertain Wang Sheng and Zhao Ma?" The other women nodded in agreement. They were originally only wearing bathrobes, with nothing underneath. They simply untied their robes and stripped naked. The four women sat naked at the table, intently watching Wang Sheng and Zhao Ma's erotic performance.

Zhao Ma felt no shame. In fact, not only women in their forties and fifties, but most women who had given birth felt this way. She slowly stood up, smiling as she unbuttoned her clothes, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath, which showed her large, heavy breasts. Her skin was exceptionally well-maintained, in no way inferior to the four young ladies, fair and smooth. Her breasts, after years of breastfeeding, were full of well-developed mammary glands, appearing thick and full, hanging from her chest like two hot water bottles. Her nipples were dark red and large, like two jujubes, clearly the result of years of suckling.

She then squatted down, took off her pants, and sat on the armchair next to Mr. Wang, raising her two plump white thighs high and placing them on the armrests on either side, just like the women who had gynecological exams that afternoon, exposing her hairless, bare vulva to everyone. Her two labia were long and dark, limp and drooping on either side, with a loose, red, flat opening in the middle, which was always wide open, even normally, with a ring of bright red vulva flesh around the opening, clearly a vulva that had been through many battles.

Zhao Ma shifted her two plump buttocks to a more comfortable position and said, "Young Master, I'm ready, go ahead."

Mr. Wang took off his bathrobe and threw it on the sofa next to him. With his erect penis erect, he walked in front of Zhao Ma, held the glans, and unlike when he usually had sex with women, he didn't first apply some Vaseline or the woman's vaginal lubrication to the glans. He simply inserted his dried testicles straight into her vaginal opening. Zhao Ma only let out a soft "hmm" as the entire penis went in.

As Mr. Wang thrust in and out, he chuckled, "Look at Zhao Ma's cunt, how's it? It goes in so easily. You all always have to put in some effort at first. After I've been fucking her for a while, Zhao Ma, you can show them a flower-like cunt. It's extremely rare to see a cunt like that." Zhao Ma, rubbing her two large, white breasts, replied, "Okay, young master, you really know how to play. Just a few thrusts and my cunt is already numb, like I'm about to come."

The other women stopped sitting at the table and gathered around the two of them, watching intently as the man and woman of such different ages engaged in marital relations.

Mr. Wang thrust in and out a dozen more times. With each thrust, his thick, dark, and shiny genitals, as thick as an arm, pulled out a ring of bright red flesh from Zhao Ma's cunt, tightly gripping his dark testicles. The red and black mingled together, making the women blush.

Zhao Ma's breathing gradually became heavy, and soon she cried out loudly, "It's coming, it's coming! I can't take it anymore, my vagina is contracting, it's coming, it's coming!"

Mr. Wang thrust in twice more before pulling his penis out, making a loud "pop" sound as the glans came out.

Zhao Ma groaned twice, as if she were constipated, her fair, round face turning slightly red. She used both hands to forcefully spread apart the greasy labia of her vulva, revealing the red flesh between her vulva, which was about the size of an adult's palm. The bright red opening in the middle was wide open, opening and closing repeatedly. When fully open, it was about the size of a teacup, and when closed, it was about the size of a pigeon egg.

Zhao Ma groaned for a moment, then suddenly let out a short, sharp cry. The experienced women knew that she must have just experienced another wave of afterglow after her orgasm. They saw her vagina contract violently a few times, then open wide, the opening larger than the mouth of a teacup, almost the size of a small rice bowl. Then, rings of red flesh slowly emerged from the open vagina, piling up layer upon layer at the entrance, looking just like a blooming red flower.

Everyone clapped and praised her. Miss Li laughed and said, "She's absolutely gorgeous! Aunt Zhao must be having a blast. We're all itching to watch!"

Aunt Zhao, panting, laughed and said, "That's because the young master is amazing. Today is nothing compared to what I've done. I haven't taken it all off yet. Sometimes when I'm really into it, I can even turn my clitoris inside out."

Miss Li said, "If Mr. Wang did this to me every day, I could be as beautiful as Aunt Zhao in half a month. Don't you think so, Aunt Zhao?"

Aunt Zhao had just caught her breath and hadn't spoken yet when Mr. Wang said, "It's not that easy. I drank Aunt Zhao's milk until I was ten, and I started having sex with her when I was eight. By the time I was eighteen, her eggs were about this size. Then I worked on her for another five or six years to get them to what they are now."

Everyone was amazed and felt even more awe for Aunt Zhao.

After Zhao Ma spread her legs for a while, she slowly lowered them, saying, "Young Master is the best at this. His testicles are thick and hard. I don't know how many years of chanting in his past life it would take for a woman to have sex with him." After watching for only a short while, the women's vaginas were already a vast expanse of fluid, which even flowed out, running down their perineums and around their anuses. Mr. Wang laughed and said, "I knew you wouldn't be able to concentrate on your meals if I didn't give you a little itch relief. Come on, line up one by one, and I'll give you a little itch relief in turn." The women sat on the sofa, laughing and joking, raising their legs high behind their shoulders. They all had some dance background, and their ligaments were more flexible than the average person, so they could often adopt some special positions during intercourse. The women's breasts were all very full, shaped like hanging bells. Although they sagged slightly, their plump flesh was extremely arousing to men. At this moment, they were tightly pressed between their knees, protruding high like two fleshy winter melons.

Mr. Wang played with one breast in each hand, while Zhao Ma guided his thick testicles with one hand, positioning the head of his penis at the entrance of the vagina. She then slightly parted the flesh at the entrance to prevent it from pulling painfully when inserting it, guiding him to slowly push it in. Her other hand supported his scrotum, gently rubbing it to enhance the pleasure.

The first to go was Miss Wu. She was extremely happy after just the head of his penis was inserted, moaning and groaning, her mouth uttering lewd words. Mr. Wang only thrust for a little over a minute, about thirty thrusts, before he felt his testicles being squeezed tightly by her. Knowing that she had reached her climax, he pulled out and continued with the remaining women. In a total of about seven or eight minutes, these women all experienced a strong orgasm.

Mr. Wang withdrew from Ms. Li's body, the last woman to be treated. Zhao Ma then bent down and took his glans into her mouth, licking away the sticky fluid with her tongue. She then went next door to fetch a basin of hot water and wrung out a hot towel for everyone to clean their private parts, as the sticky feeling would be uncomfortable once it dried. After everyone had cleaned themselves up, and the food was still warm, they sat back down at the table to eat.

While eating, Miss Wu exclaimed, "Mr. Wang is truly a man among men! Now I understand why Mr. Gu compared a teapot to a man and a teacup to a woman. A man like Mr. Wang is born to be paired with many women. The government's propaganda about monogamy is utter nonsense." Mr. Wang had just performed vaginal penetration on five women, but adhering strictly to his health regimen, he only ejaculated once a day. His testicles were still stubbornly erect. Hearing her say this, he laughed, "My testicles are mostly hard all day long. I always feel uncomfortable without a vagina to hold them. You ladies will have to work hard from now on." Miss Zhang pouted and said, "This..." "It's an extremely pleasurable thing. I wish I could dig out my cunt and have Wang Sheng wear it on his balls all day long, only allowing him to take it off when he urinates. He has to wear it even when he sleeps." Miss Li laughed, "If you dig out your cunt, you can't live anymore. Silly girl, you're talking nonsense." Miss Zhang said, "Then you'd die of pleasure."

Everyone laughed. Miss Liu asked, "Wang Sheng just slept with five of us women in a row. Is it better to sleep with as many women as possible, or just one at a time?"

Mr. Wang laughed, "I know a friend surnamed Ding who owns a hospital. His only hobby is sleeping with women. I don't know how many women he's slept with, but there must be hundreds." "Yes, because after he's done with a woman, he always takes a close-up photo of her vulva. He now has two photo albums with about three or four hundred close-ups of vulvas. Last year he invited me to a gathering, and also invited several famous painters, for everyone to appreciate the photos. I looked through them all, and indeed, no two photos were the same. When I was with you just now, the most pleasurable part wasn't thrusting in and out of someone, but rather when I pulled out of someone's vagina and then went into another person's vagina—that was the most pleasurable part."

Miss Wu said, "Mr. Wang is talking about Mr. Ding Huikang, right? I know this person. I have a girlfriend who is familiar with him and has told me some things about him." "I wonder if Mr. Wang ever saw a picture of a vulva in his booklet, with a large mole on one side—that must be my girlfriend's." Mr. Wang laughed, "It's been too long, I don't quite remember. Let me think... there's a picture with a mole the size of a soybean. By the way, someone said that this kind of vulva is extremely auspicious for a husband, so it must be your friend's. There were famous painters present at the time, and they even inscribed a title for the booklet: 'The Way of Natural Procreation.' By the way, the famous female painter Zhou Danxia was also there." Ms. Wu laughed, "Ms. Zhou, a woman appreciating this kind of picture book with a group of men, I wonder if she was wet down there."

Mr. Wang said, "I don't know, I didn't know her very well. But most of the people who went there brought female companions. Some of them got hard looking at the pictures and took their female companions to the back room to get their testicles in. You all know my situation, there aren't many women who can match me. I didn't bring Vaseline, and several friends wanted to lend me their female companions. I tried a few, but I couldn't get in. I couldn't force it, so I just endured it until I got home. People thought I had an iron rod hidden in my pocket."

Everyone laughed. Aunt Zhao laughed and said, "I remember, the young master kept trying to get in on me as soon as he came back that day. Luckily, my eldest daughter came to see me and took over for an hour, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to cook dinner that day."

Mr. Wang said, "Men are naturally greedy, the more the better. Now that I think about it, I've had so many women, not as many as Mr. Ding, but still eighty or ninety. Now I've developed a bad habit." "Every time I have sex with a woman, after thirty or forty thrusts, I feel a bit bored. I need a fresh vagina to feel anything. If there's no fresh one, I'd rather leave it inside and not move; that's actually more pleasurable." He continued, "So the four of you need to take turns. When I sleep, I like to hold a woman's big buttocks, with my testicles inside her vagina from behind. These days it's getting colder, and sleeping in a warm bed with a warm buttock against my stomach and a warm vagina holding my testicles is truly a wonderful thing. Miss Li and Aunt Zhao know my habit; you can teach the three of them tonight when you have some free time."

Miss Wu said, "I have an idea. Why don't two of you keep Mr. Wang company together? Whichever side Mr. Wang wants to sleep on, you can put your testicles in that side's vagina, and the other woman can hold him from behind. I think being sandwiched between a woman's soft flesh from both sides must be extremely pleasant."

Mr. Wang laughed and said, "Miss Wu's suggestion is good. Let's try it tonight."

Episode 2

Dinner was quickly finished, and as dusk began to fall, Zhao Ma, naked, began clearing away the dishes. Mr. Wang and the four women went upstairs to get dressed, preparing to go shopping. He had promised to take the ladies to the Wing On Department Store.

Although called a department store, it actually included a hotel, amusement park, cinema, dance hall, and teahouse. Since the weather wasn't cold yet, the amusement park was on the top floor. The four women used to go there often when they had money, but they hadn't gone as often in recent years. Now that someone was taking them, they were naturally very happy.

The five of them first went to the department store, each buying two pieces of autumn/winter clothing, all imported from France and in the latest season. They also bought some cosmetics, all expensive imported goods. They were all carrying large bags and thoroughly enjoying themselves. Mr. Wang also picked out a woolen long dress for Zhao Ma as a repeat purchase. The women all laughed and said, "Where else treats a nanny so well? Mr. Wang is truly a first-rate kind-hearted person."

The group strolled to the pharmacy, where Mr. Wang went in alone and selected several over-the-counter medicines for nourishing yin and strengthening yang. He also asked if they had a uterine warmer for women. This device resembled a male phallus, with a round ball with a copper plug at the base. Hot water could be poured into it, and after it warmed, it could be inserted into the vagina. It was said to relieve women's infertility due to coldness. He had seen this device in a erotic magazine a few days ago, and now that he was passing by the pharmacy, he wanted to buy a few to play with.

The store happened to have four or five extra-large ones. It was said that they had been mistakenly ordered and were meant to be sent to Europe, specifically for Western women who had given birth. Western women were naturally larger in stature, and it was said that their private parts were also larger. Even unmarried Western girls were like Asian women who had given birth, and after childbirth, they would be even more expansive. The head of this extra-large uterine warmer was as big as an adult man's fist. Ordinary women in China wouldn't need it, so while other sizes sold well for over half a year, these extra-large ones remained unsold.

He bought all the extra-large ones. Seeing that Mr. Wang was buying a lot, the pharmacy manager gave him a 10% discount and also threw in a few speculum for women to examine their vulva and some Vaseline as extras. He told the clerk to pack them up and take them downstairs to his Ford sedan along with the women's spoils. After their

shopping spree, they went to a dance hall and danced ballroom dances for a while. The women were all skilled dancers, flitting about like butterflies, until they were all drenched in sweat, but they had thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

Several people sat on the sofa, drinking iced soda and resting for a while. Miss Wu said, "This dance hall is quite grand; it must be run by a big company. I used to go to dance halls in the concession area, and those were chaotic. Many people would dance for a while and then hide in a corner to do random things. Some even did it while dancing—all sorts of shady stuff."

Miss Zhang, rather naive, asked, "Where do you see people doing it while dancing?" Miss Wu laughed, "As long as the man's testicles are long enough and the two are well-matched, they can do it like that. I've seen several couples with my own eyes. Most people hold hands and hug each other's waists while dancing, but these couples are a bit strange. They're pressed very close together, with the man's arms around the woman's waist and his hands supporting her buttocks. It looks suspicious. Actually, the woman's skirt is empty underneath. If you pay attention and look down at their crotch, you can usually see that their testicles are connected." 　　Miss Zhang sighed wistfully, "These people really know how to have fun. They dance and have sex at the same time, bouncing around and rubbing their balls all the while. We should try it sometime."

Mr. 　　Wang laughed, "I know what Miss Wu is saying. Ballroom dancing evolved from courtship, and its fundamental purpose is still intercourse. These people having sex while dancing is indeed going back to the source and is in line with the original intention. 　　The dance halls in the concession are too chaotic; it's better not to go. I have a friend who loves to dance; his villa has a dance hall, and he holds these kinds of dance parties every few days." Men and women all wear masks, so you don't know who I am, and I don't know who you are. If invited, we hug each other and dance around a couple of times. If we happen to be a good match in terms of body shape, we do that kind of sex dance, where you put your testicles inside your vagina and walk to the beat of the music. Miss Li and I often go there; we just went there the day before yesterday. 　　The three girls exclaimed, pretending to hit Miss Li, saying, "You didn't tell us about this fun thing, you just played it in secret, you have no conscience!" She just covered her mouth and chuckled. 　　Miss Li, unable to withstand their interrogation any longer, recounted the events of those few times, saying, "I only went there four or five times, and not all of them were sex dances. After all, not many women have eggs as long as Mr. Wang's. 　　But Miss Wu is absolutely right, in any sex dance, the man must hold the woman's buttocks with both hands, otherwise, after a few steps, the eggs will definitely slip out." 　　Miss Wu laughed, "Mr. Wang must be extremely popular." 　　Miss Li said, "Miss Wu is mistaken. Although Mr. Wang's eggs are exceptionally long, they are also exceptionally thick. Even with Vaseline, very few women can enjoy this privilege. Every time, I'm the one who ends up dancing with him." The 　　women chuckled and teased for a while, and after resting for a bit, the group drove back to their mansion on Xiafei Road. That night, Miss Wu and Miss Zhang stayed with Mr. Wang in bed. The two women took a shower with Mr. Wang, and after washing up, they crawled naked into the soft blankets. Mr. Wang embraced them on either side and told jokes for a while. After playing all day, they soon felt a little sleepy. Miss Zhang then took the initiative to crawl into the blankets and lick his testicles so that he could get them hard and put them into Miss Wu's vagina. However, his testicles were too big, and Miss Zhang's mouth was too small to take them in. So she used her soft, slippery tongue to lick from the head of his testicles to the base. Soon, she made his thick, dark penis hard. Miss Wu was already lying on her side, her plump, soft buttocks raised, her vulva, which had been spread open and coated with Vaseline, ready for him to put his testicles in. 　　Mr. Wang turned to his side, positioning his penis against Ms. Wu's wet and oily vulva. He moved forward, and his fist-sized glans slid into the hot cavity. Mr. Wang let out a long, comfortable sigh, while Ms. Wu gasped. The sensation was incredibly stimulating, almost like her own childbirth. Fortunately, the pain was fleeting, replaced by a feeling of fullness and pleasure. She reached down and touched her vulva; it was extremely tight, her labia feeling as if they were about to tear. She quickly pushed her hips back to allow Mr. Wang's penis to penetrate even deeper.

She had been with Mr. Wang a few times and knew that his fist-sized glans was the thickest part. It hurt a little when it first went in, but a woman's vagina is tight on the outside and loose on the inside. Once inside, it would loosen up considerably. Mr. Wang hugged her from behind, first playing with her soft, plump buttocks for a while, then reaching up to play with her large, bell-shaped breasts. He was so comfortable he almost closed his eyes, saying, "Miss Wu, your insides are like a furnace, so warm and cozy. It must be incredibly pleasant for my eggs to be warmed inside during winter." Miss Wu's entire vagina was filled to the brim with Mr. Wang's penis. When erect, it was over twenty centimeters long, and he had only inserted two-thirds of it before reaching the very back of her vagina. The tip of his penis was perfectly aligned with the opening of her cervix. The most sensitive parts of their genitals were pressed together; no thrusting was needed, just the slightest movement would unleash a burst of pleasure. This pleasure was like the tingling sensation of a very slight electric shock, but not enough to trigger an orgasm—perfect for gentle intercourse during sleep.

Miss Wu was so happy she could barely speak, only moaning softly, and soon began to dream of erotic dreams. Miss Zhang was incredibly envious. She hugged Mr. Wang tightly from behind, pressing her heavy breasts against his bare back, one hand reaching down to gently massage his scrotum. After a while of daydreaming, she too drifted off to sleep.

Mr. Wang had a habit of getting up to urinate around four or five in the morning. When he groggily woke up, his penis, unusually thick from holding his urine, was still deeply inserted into Ms. Wu's vagina, just as it had been when he fell asleep. Ms. Wu was having a wonderful dream; her vagina was contracting in waves, as if she were experiencing a deeply pleasurable orgasm in her dream. Mr. Wang pulled out his testicles, got out of bed, and urinated. Ms. Wu's vagina suddenly felt empty, and hearing the sound of Mr. Wang getting out of bed, she woke up. Seeing that it was still dark outside, she knew it was time for a change of partners in the middle of the night, so she shook Ms. Zhang awake and said, "It's your turn to hold my testicles. The Vaseline is by your pillow."

Ms. Zhang reached down and mumbled, "I've been leaking all night, why would I need Vaseline?

" Seeing her silly expression, Ms. Wu chuckled, shook her head, got up, and went to the bathroom to wash up with a hot towel.

Mr. Wang's penis had been soaking inside her vagina for half the night, covered in her secretions. She carefully cleaned it with a hot towel, then knelt down and sucked on Mr. Wang's testicles for a while, making his penis, which had softened after urinating, semi-erect. She then got up and sat on the toilet to urinate.

The two returned to bed, and this time Mr. Wang switched sides, inserting the head of his penis directly into Ms. Zhang's greasy vulva from behind. He thrust in and out a few times to relieve the itch, then thrust his penis hard against the bottom of her vulva, rubbing the head of his penis against her slippery cervix. Ms. Zhang moaned comfortably, almost trembling with pleasure. The two engaged in casual intercourse for a while, but since it was the middle of the night and everyone was sleepy, Mr. Wang eventually fell into a deep sleep, embracing her plump body.

Mr. Wang never liked getting up early, and didn't wake up until almost eight o'clock in the morning. Reluctant to leave the warm bed, he played with Ms. Zhang's full breasts for a while, then embraced her round buttocks and gently thrust his hard penis in and out of her hot vagina. Ms. Zhang's vagina was completely filled by his fully erect penis, her vaginal opening stretched wide, about the size of a small rice bowl. When the fist-sized glans was pulled out, the glans dragged the tender flesh inside out, as if it was trying to rip her vagina upside down. Miss Zhang, half-asleep and half-awake, was constantly moaning and groaning from his ministrations. Before long, she was babbling incoherently, having experienced several orgasms. Unable to bear it any longer, she repeatedly begged for a change. Mr. Wang, however, became hard-hearted, firmly holding her buttocks and thrusting dozens more times. Miss Zhang cried out, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted. Only then did he withdraw his wet testicles, roll over onto his back, and raise his penis high, inviting Miss Wu to take over.

Just as Miss Wu was about to mount, Zhao Ma led the two young ladies in, knocking and greeting them. Mr. Wang said happily, "You two might as well come along. Let's get some semen out quickly so we can go down for breakfast." Mr. Wang was very health-conscious; he only ejaculated once a day at sunrise, because a person's essence was at its peak at dawn, allowing for some release. At other times, even if his testicles were hardened and placed inside a woman's vagina, as long as he didn't ejaculate, it probably wouldn't harm his body. He rarely ejaculated when dating prostitutes, partly to avoid harming his health and partly to prevent pregnancy, given his wealth and unmarried status. He had ejaculated inside Miss Li a few times recently, but since she was breastfeeding and hadn't menstruated, pregnancy wasn't a concern.

Now, with five women in the household, including Aunt Zhao, four of whom had stopped menstruating, pregnancy shouldn't be a worry. Aunt Zhao was family, someone he'd been used to since childhood, so he could ejaculate inside her without worry. In the past, when he wanted to ejaculate but couldn't find a prostitute, he would often call Aunt Zhao to "squeeze" his testicles; her plump, soft buttocks and large breasts were something he'd loved playing with since childhood.

Seeing that they had all arrived, Mr. Wang said, "I'm in a good mood this morning, so let's get this done quickly. I'll treat you to a big meal at noon, and after your injections this afternoon, we'll go to my friend's place for a dance." The women cheered and lined up, taking turns to ride on him as the "candle-pouring master

." The others stripped naked, spread their legs, and sat on chairs for him to admire their private parts as entertainment during intercourse. Zhao Ma, being well-acquainted with the young master, knew what kind of magic tricks he liked to see. She applied some Vaseline to her hand, pinched her five fingers together, and gently probed the red opening below. With a forceful thrust, without a sound, she inserted her entire palm into the vagina, all the way to the wrist. She then used her hand as if it were an egg, pumping it in and out of the woman's dark, oily vulva. Soon, a series of "plop plop" sounds were heard. Each time she withdrew, a large patch of red flesh inside the vagina was pulled out by her fair, plump palm, truly like a blooming flower, a beautiful sight indeed.

Miss Zhang, still dazed and limp to the side, was completely stunned by the sight. The two young ladies, Li and Liu, along with Miss Wu, who was squatting on Mr. Wang's waist, tightly gripping his testicles, were seeing this bizarre scene for the first time.

Miss Li swallowed hard and said, "Is this the 'hand-penetrating vulva' game that the foreign doctor was talking about yesterday? I thought he was just bragging."

Aunt Zhao laughed, "What's so special about that? The young master's testicles are bigger than a fist. Anyone who can swallow his testicles can swallow a slap. You two should try it; it's really effortless." Mr. Wang laughed, "Most women can't handle this kind of play. You've done it with me a few times; it'll be fine. Aunt Zhao, you should show them around. After a few tries, they'll understand the pleasure."

"

Zhao Ma hummed in agreement, pulled her hand out of her vagina, squeezed some Vaseline into her palm, rubbed her hands together a few times, knelt in front of Miss Li and Miss Liu, and said with a smile, "I'll show you how to use it first. Once you've learned, you can play with each other. This hand can move in and out as you please, it's even more pleasurable than an egg. You'll see when I put it in."

Then, following the previous example, she squeezed her five fingers tightly and inserted them into the two women's plump, white, hairless vaginas. Having played with Mr. Wang before, and knowing that these two ladies' vaginas could accommodate his fist-sized testicles, Zhao Ma didn't exert much effort and inserted the thickest part of her palm. A woman's vagina is tight on the outside but loose on the inside. Once the thickest part of the vagina passes the opening, it's very easy to go further in. She would clench her fists, then spread her fingers, waving her hands around inside her vagina. Sometimes, as if during intercourse, she would use her fists as if they were the man's testicles, thrusting them in and out, occasionally rotating her palms inside. The two women were experiencing this kind of service for the first time. Their cherry-like mouths, like the vertical lips below, would open and close, constantly emitting intoxicated gasps, feeling extremely pleasurable.

After fiddling with it for a while, Zhao Ma said, "There's another way to play, one that can only be enjoyed by inserting your hand." With that, she grasped the cervix at the very bottom of each woman's vagina with both hands and gently stroked it, like milking a cow. These women had all given birth, and nearly half of their uteruses were hanging in the vaginal cavity after childbirth. The protruding cervixes were large and full, and the opening of the uterus was a flat orifice, about two fingers wide. Zhao Ma gently teased it with her thumb for a moment, then resolutely inserted it.

The two women screamed in pain. Although they had both given birth, the entrance to the uterus was far more delicate than the flesh inside the vagina, and had never been penetrated by anything before. Zhao Ma inserting half a finger was far too stimulating.

However, these two women were quite resilient; after a moment of gasping, they got used to the waves of throbbing pain and even experienced a strange, tingling sensation.

Miss Li laughed, "This feeling is truly indescribable. It's a little painful, a little itchy, a little swollen—it's really wonderful."

Aside from the two of them enjoying the pleasure of having their vaginas touched, Miss Wu was also working very hard, moving her plump, white buttocks up and down, repeatedly stroking Mr. Wang's increasingly swollen testicles with her hot vagina. However, this method of "beauty quenching the candle" was truly exhausting, relying entirely on the strength of her waist and legs. Before long, she was panting heavily, drenched in sweat. Mr. Wang, being a very considerate person, asked her to get down and rest, to enjoy Zhao Ma's services on the recliner, and had Miss Li come up to relieve her.

Miss Wu's genitals had just undergone the full expansion of Mr. Wang's penis, and Zhao Ma effortlessly stuffed her entire fist inside. Miss Wu laughed and said, "Zhao Ma is absolutely right. It looks quite scary to have your whole hand inside, but it's actually not as swollen as when Mr. Wang's eggs were put in." Zhao Ma laughed and said, "Women all have to raise babies. When these babies are born, they're not much thicker than a fist. The vagina looks delicate, but it's actually not easily damaged."

Mr. Wang enjoyed the spectacular sight of the fist fighting the vagina while receiving services from the ladies. After about half an hour, he felt a slight urge to ejaculate, so he changed his approach. He asked the four women to lie side by side on the edge of the bed, each with their legs spread behind their shoulders, their genitals raised high. He stood by the bed and took turns using the four vaginas, thrusting in and out of each woman about twenty or thirty times before pulling out and playing with the other one.

He did this four or five times, then suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his perineum, knowing he was about to ejaculate. Ignoring which woman he was currently with, he grabbed one of her large breasts with each hand, held her steady, and began thrusting his hips forcefully. After about thirty thrusts, feeling his semen about to gush out, he let out a low groan and forcefully thrust his testicles into the deepest part of her vagina, the tip pressing against her plump cervix, ejaculating seven or eight streams of hot semen.

The woman was Miss Wu, who had already experienced three orgasms. The hot semen poured onto her most sensitive area, causing her to involuntarily cry out, her body convulsing, her vagina contracting violently, as if trying to expel the remaining semen from Mr. Wang's testicles.

Mr. Wang ejaculated, feeling refreshed. Although he had just ejaculated, his testicles were still hard, so he withdrew his penis, which was covered in semen and vaginal secretions, from Miss Wu's vagina. He then thrust into each of the other three women's vaginas a dozen times, laughing, "The world's powers are all clamoring to share the spoils in China, so I'll give you all a share too."

The women laughed and joked with him for a while, then, each covering their genitals, they went with Mr. Wang to the bathroom to wash up. After washing up, they filed downstairs. Zhao Ma and Miss Zhang and Liu had already washed up and prepared breakfast in advance. Zhao Ma had arranged for someone to bring it over early in the morning, keeping it warm in the kitchen. There was steaming white rice porridge, steamed buns and bread, as well as fresh milk, eggs, and side dishes, just right for them to replenish their nutrition after such strenuous exercise.

Mr. Wang had grown accustomed to drinking human milk these days. As usual, he asked Ms. Li to straddle his waist, and then inserted his penis, which he had withdrawn from the woman's vagina less than half an hour earlier, back into her warm vagina. Although it wasn't fully erect, the semi-soft testicles filled Ms. Li's entire vagina completely, with the large glans reaching all the way to the bottom of her vulva, pushing the woman's plump cervix to the side. More than an inch of the base of his penis remained outside.

The women were all wearing long nightgowns, loosely tied at the waist with a belt, their chests half-covered, revealing a lot of their snow-white breasts. When Ms. Li wanted to feed Mr. Wang, she opened her chest, bringing one of her plump white breasts to his mouth, allowing him to enjoy her milk at any time.

Miss Wu slowly peeled a boiled egg and smiled, "Mr. Wang, you really know a lot about health. Human milk is extremely nourishing. Empress Dowager Cixi drank human milk every day, and it's said that she remained youthful and even after death, her appearance resembled that of a middle-aged woman. When General Sun excavated the Dingling Mausoleum, his subordinates saw that her appearance was lifelike, with fair skin and tender flesh, and it's said that they even raped the corpse."

Mr. Wang, with Miss Li's nipple in his mouth, slowly sucked on a mouthful of milk, tasted it for a while, and then swallowed it, saying, "Since this rumor has spread, it must have some truth to it. I heard that back then, the palace specially set up a 'Milk Palace' for the Empress Dowager's use. Every season, they would select dignified and respectable women from two counties outside Beijing, and they had to be three months after giving birth to their third child." Forty women were selected from among the women, called "sitting wet nurses," and another eighty were selected, called "on-call wet nurses," to fill vacancies as needed. These women were replaced every season. "Do you think the Empress Dowager can consume so many breasts by herself? She could bathe in human milk every day with more than enough!" Several young ladies were amazed by his extensive knowledge. Miss Wu laughed, "Then we are the wet nurses selected by Mr. Wang."

Miss Zhang, the most charming, said, "I should be considered Mr. Wang's sitting wet nurse now. When Mr. Wang gets tired of me, I'll become an on-call wet nurse."

Mr. Wang laughed, "You are all beauties chosen from among thousands, how could I get tired of you? Although I am naturally amorous and passionate person, I am also a man of principle. You have been loyal and devoted to me..." "While I can't compare to those famous tycoons, I'm still quite capable enough to provide a few women with a life of luxury," Miss Wu said. "Women will always grow old and lose their beauty. We women who rely on our youth will reach that day sooner or later. I just hope Mr. Wang won't find us unattractive then." Her words sounded somewhat heavy, and Mr. Wang comforted her, "You're wrong. Don't you know my personality? I love mature women the most. As long as women take good care of themselves, they are very charming. Aunt Zhao is forty-five this year, and look at her skin—it's smoother than that of girls in their twenties or thirties. Even ten years from now, I'll still be holding her in my arms. Young girls are cute, but..." To me, it's like an unripe fruit—smooth and juicy on the outside, but not necessarily sweet on the inside. On the contrary, women like you, having weathered the years, possess the most exquisite charm, like ripe apples, sweet and delicious. I love you so much!"

His sweet words dripped like honey into the hearts of the women, making them all smile. Miss Liu laughed, "Mr. Wang is a true man of character. His words warmed our hearts. I originally thought he liked us only because our lower mouths were wide enough to accommodate his 'big thing'." Miss Liu was the quietest of the four, but when she did speak, it was incredibly witty, eliciting laughter from everyone.

Mr. Wang had just taken a sip of milk and was about to swallow when he heard her words and almost choked. He laughed and said, "What you said actually makes some sense. My thing is unusually large, and my friends all envy it. But the real pain is only known to myself. Ordinary women simply can't fit into it. It's rare to find one who can, and she endures the pain. I can't bear to see that, so I have no interest in it." He paused for a moment and continued, "You lot are truly like gifts from heaven to me. When God created man, if the size of a man's and woman's genitals didn't match, there would be no happiness. My penis, which is thicker than a donkey's or a horse's, is extremely difficult to find a suitable partner, but you lot have all managed to pair up with me. Isn't that an arrangement of heaven?"

He continued, "I'm actually a very picky person. I won't even glance at a woman I don't like. She must be pretty, have a full figure, and be clean and neat. All of you are impeccable in appearance and figure, good-natured, cultured, and always keep yourselves clean and beautiful. You're all pleasing to the eye, so how could I not love you?"

His sweet words made the ladies overjoyed, and they all surrounded him, showering him with kisses. After laughing and joking for a while, seeing that the food was getting cold, they hurriedly finished their breakfast and went upstairs to change and touch up their makeup. They couldn't wait to go out and have some fun.

Just before leaving, Miss Li suddenly said, "I suddenly have a good idea. Mr. Wang only ejaculates once a day in the morning. If any of you ladies are lucky enough to receive this benefit, you must plug your vagina and not take it out even after you ejaculate. We can't let this good thing go to waste. What do you think?" Everyone nodded in agreement. Miss Wu, on the other hand, was very generous and covered her mouth with a smile, saying, "Then I can't escape it today."

Mr. Wang said, "Didn't we buy a few uterine warmers yesterday? They'll come in handy today." He then instructed Zhao Ma to fetch a few things. They were all the largest size and about the same thickness. He randomly picked one, had Zhao Ma wash it clean, filled it with hot water, and then handed it to Miss Wu.

Miss Wu sat on the chair with a grin, took off her panties, and exposed her slippery vulva. The red opening was covered with a ring of white, sticky substance, which should be the semen slowly flowing out of her. She had already washed her genitals with warm water upstairs, but unfortunately, Mr. Wang had inserted just enough. After standing up and walking a few steps, a lot more flowed out.

Without using Vaseline, she parted her labia with one hand, revealing a bright red opening. She scraped the head of the uterine warmer at the opening, smeared the sticky substance on it, and with a little force, the fist-sized head slid in. This device, intended for Western women who had given birth, was thicker than a man's wrist, yet she inserted it effortlessly, pushing it all the way to her uterus. Her vagina was quite deep; once fully inserted, the round brass plug at the bottom was almost entirely inside her vagina, stretching the bright red opening to the size of a small teacup.

Miss Li clapped her hands and laughed, "It's packed so tightly, it must be watertight." Miss Wu, showing everyone her widened vulva, laughed, "Don't laugh at me. Today it's my turn, but who knows who it will be tomorrow?" Everyone clapped and laughed. She pulled her pants back on, just enough to support the bottle. The thing was already heavy, and when filled with water, it weighed over two pounds. Luckily, her underwear had a strap to tie around her waist, so she wasn't worried about it slipping off when she stood up. She took a few steps, then laughed, "Having something so thick inside is really uncomfortable; my legs can't even close properly." Miss Liu laughed, "Miss Wu, your walking posture is really beautiful. With each step, your hips sway. You already have a great figure, and this makes you even more graceful." Miss Wu said, "You, all you do is flatter me. If you want to be graceful too, just stuff one in there!"

Miss Zhang laughed, "If it were my turn tomorrow, I certainly wouldn't refuse. Today it's your turn, so you're the only one who matters."

Everyone laughed and joked. After getting ready, they all squeezed into Mr. Wang's large Ford. They walked around for a while, and when they got tired, they found a restaurant. Several women needed to urinate, so they went to the restroom one by one. However, Ms. Wu had such a thick object inserted into her vagina, which was pulling on her urethra, which was separated by a thin layer of flesh. With the object inserted, it was tightly closed, making it impossible for her to urinate. Mr. Wang then asked for a private room and personally removed the object from Ms. Wu's vagina temporarily. After she finished urinating, he personally put it back in place. The intimate details of this incident are best left unsaid.

[The End]

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