My Sexual Journey During the May Day Holiday

In the warm spring of March, the dreaded SARS outbreak disrupted people's lives. Those living in
Beijing, a heavily affected area, suffered even more, enduring untold hardship. Before the May Day holiday, my anxious heart, along with the rapidly
spreading SARS epidemic, had already flown to all parts of the country. More than ten days prior, I had begun contacting friends in various places, hoping that
under their protection during the May Day holiday, I could escape the mundane world and reconnect with the vibrant life around me. I wanted
to go to a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters, bathed in spring sunshine, to regroup and rejuvenate, to relieve the pent-up frustration of the past few days.

But then, unfortunate news arrived one after another. The reason was simple: all entertainment venues were closed to prevent SARS,
people from Beijing were quarantined, and hotels and restaurants refused to accommodate them. My once-boiling heart sank instantly. What to do?
Without the support of my local friends, could I still go? This was a rare opportunity for a long holiday
, one I'd had in years; giving it up would be a great pity. Though my heart was cold, my thoughts were still fiercely battling. It's just SARS, isn't it? It's just
a few hundred deaths, isn't it? What's so scary? There are fewer deaths in traffic accidents than there are in the
same survives and develops through challenges, and a person's life will face countless challenges; this is just another challenge.
My friends who originally planned to go with me all backed out, turning our group trip into a solo adventure. My planned trip
to Northeast China (the girls there are beautiful, gentle, and generous) fell through; the security situation there is complex, and
it's not suitable for one person. Now, I have no choice but to travel alone, heading to Yangzhou in the third month of spring (the Jiangnan region has always been known for its
beautiful scenery, mountains, and people). My five-day itinerary is already imprinted in my mind: Panzhuang in Tianjin, Dezhou,
Tai'an , Xuzhou, Huai'an (formerly Huaiyin), Yangzhou, Suzhou, Hangzhou, and on the return trip, Yixing, Nanjing,
Hefei, Xuzhou, and Jinan. Of course, I might not be able to visit all the listed cities due to the severity of the epidemic, but they are all
places I want to go.

I started secretly preparing even before the holiday started. First, I went to Xidan Bookstore to buy a 2002 edition of a traffic
map . Then, I went to a repair shop to maintain my two-year-old BMW (excuse my poor appearance; it's actually a decent
Volkswagen Santana). Finally, I persuaded my wife to let me go back to her parents' home in Miyun for the holidays. With everything prepared,
at noon on the 30th, I embarked on my arduous journey south.

Before setting off, I was fully prepared, having considered various factors, including a day's worth of water,
dry food , and a military overcoat for the night. The weather that day was excellent, with a pleasant temperature; I was pleased to have such a good day.

When I exited the Jingtang Expressway at Yangcun and turned onto the Beiyang Highway, I saw checkpoints along the way. Police officers and people in
white coats were stopping passing vehicles. Although they didn't stop every car, they still gave Beijing license plates a
second look, making me quite uneasy. I didn't care about any of that and sped off towards Panzhuang.

It was past 2 PM when I arrived in Panzhuang. Without hesitation, I went into a fairly large bathhouse, only to
be refused service by the security guards, who claimed my car came from the military district. They were very polite, but wouldn't let me park.
I tried another bathhouse, but got the same treatment. What to do after such a bad start? I couldn't leave empty-handed. I parked
in an inconspicuous spot in front of a bank (credit union) in town and walked to a decent-looking restaurant
(named "Smooth Sailing"). This place was different. Several pretty girls swarmed around me, practically ready to
devour me (probably due to the SARS outbreak and slow business). I felt like I'd found my home, adopting
a god-like attitude, and after some picking and choosing, I selected a 19-year-old girl from Tangshan. She was average-looking and of medium build, but what was striking
were her prominent "headlights"—they looked so tempting, and I knew they would feel amazing to touch. In the back room, after
a flurry of undressing, washing, touching, rubbing, and licking, we finally got down to business. The girl from Tangshan said we could do it without a condom, but I dared
not. So she had to go to another room naked to get a condom.

I stopped all entertainment in April, initially because I was busy, and later, when I had time,
all the places I could go were closed. Today, I was determined to indulge myself and have some fun. I had her kneel by the bed while I stood on
the floor and did it from behind, so I could touch her while I did it, enjoying both from above and below. I wasn't seeing things; those irresistible
breasts were full but not loose, with nipples the size of soybeans and pale pink areolas—pleasing to the eye
and to the touch. Her pubic hair was sparse and pale yellow, and her labia majora were full and protruding, shaped like steamed buns;
you could barely see her labia minora unless you parted them. I was secretly delighted; women like this are rare in Beijing. If she had better looks and some expert training
, she might become a sex symbol. Heaven truly has eyes; hard work pays off.
The feeling was also good; the vaginal walls were smooth and soft, not too loose, and the friction of my penis inside felt very pleasurable. After only a few thrusts, she
started moaning, clearly faking it, and not even a proper one. Having worked in the sex industry for years, I
never cared about the woman's feelings, only my own satisfaction and cost-effectiveness. Getting a woman to orgasm
was practically a pipe dream. In my experience, a woman can only orgasm in three situations (provided she has
a good impression of you and your skills are good): first, her libido is highest before the red light but business is slow, so she wants to
release some tension; second, a married woman is new to the job and hasn't gotten into character yet; third, you have a magnificent penis that
makes her irresistibly aroused.

Seeing that she was young and tired of kneeling, I got on the bed and changed to a normal position to continue thrusting. Lying on
top of her, with my arms around her shoulders, my chest pressed against her large breasts, the feeling was indescribable. To
save time, I thrust quickly, all the way in, the room filled with shouts. Just as she was becoming increasingly aroused and her juices were flowing freely,
I fired the first shot of my southward journey. I breathed a sigh of relief; the gloom of the past few days vanished
with the sound of gunfire.

I checked my watch—it was past 3:30. After paying the 80 yuan "firework fee," I drove off without looking back (afraid
they see it was a Beijing car and try to extort money from me). I took Jinzhong Road onto the North Outer Ring Road and then onto the Beijing-Shanghai Expressway via Jinghai.

Around 6 PM, I entered Dezhou city, thankfully without encountering any checkpoints. After circling the main streets a few times, my
heart sank again. All the decent hotels and saunas were closed, and the few that were open were deserted
. What to do? I changed my route and headed for Jinan. It was almost dark when I arrived in Jinan. I exited at the North Exit and took the North Ring Road auxiliary road to find an entrance
into the city. But Jinan was much stricter than Dezhou; all the intersections were heavily guarded. I dared not force my way through,
and fearing quarantine if I accepted a check, I had no choice but to continue east along the auxiliary road (I encountered bridge construction, heavy traffic, and poor road conditions).
Near the southeast corner of the city, I finally found a weak point in the defenses and slipped into the city under the cover of darkness. The city center
was too conspicuous to go anywhere, so I headed west along Jingshi Road, keeping an eye on the hotels and saunas on both sides as I walked, until I arrived at Qian...
I was preparing to set up camp at the Qilu Hotel (a four-star hotel I'd stayed at before, with all the amenities) near Foshan.
There were quite a few , mostly from Shandong province. To be on the safe side, I parked my car behind a pile of construction materials between the main and auxiliary buildings,
blocking my license plate. Upon entering the lobby, I learned that the hotel was only accepting exits, not new guests, and would be closed after May Day.

I hadn't settled in yet, and I still had to make some moves, but I couldn't drive. I took a taxi to the
Shanqing Hotel opposite Shandong University of Traditional Chinese Medicine (according to online reviews). Like the Qilu Hotel, it wasn't accepting new guests, but the sauna sign
was still there. A full bath was only 58 yuan – really cheap! Delighted, I took the elevator to the second-floor sauna area and was greeted with
smiles by the staff, which was somewhat reassuring. While changing, the staff introduced the sauna services and
prices: a full special service (ice and fire, massage, oil massage, sexual intercourse, private room fee, tip) was 350 yuan. After a good steaming
session, I finished the 58 yuan service and went to the rest area. It wasn't crowded; judging from the voices, there were a few people from Guangdong. I
called over a waiter and told him I wanted the full special service,
and that the girl needed to be skilled, pretty, and preferably a local. He nodded without a word and left. The hall wasn't big, maybe twenty beds at most, dimly lit, with a rear-projection TV.
A few minutes later, the waiter brought a key and opened a small door leading from the main hall to the corridor, leading me to a very secluded
private room. Before leaving, he took my phone, saying it was sauna policy. The girl was young and average-looking, carrying a small
bag, and smiled as she entered. She was from Weifang, Shandong, and spoke with a charming Jiaodong accent, which sounded quite pleasant. She basically met my
requirements, so I didn't nitpick.

We both took off our clothes. I lay on the bed, leisurely smoking, while the girl began her work, following
the . Since she used her mouth, we couldn't chat, so I could only occasionally poke her vagina, rub
her breasts, and pat her buttocks with my fingers. I felt great at that moment. She was quite voluptuous, with large breasts, but her areolas were darkened and her nipples protruded due to
her profession . She was very dedicated, constantly moving back and forth,
and after several sessions, she was already panting. The massage for my penis was done in the so-called 69 position, giving me a chance to observe her genitals.
She didn't have much pubic hair, just enough to cover her mons pubis. I carefully parted her labia majora and minora, smelling them; there was no odor. The outside was
a bit dark, while the inside was still pink. I applied some oil to my hands and gently rubbed it. She seemed uncomfortable, pushing
my penis against her breasts. The sensation was indeed extraordinary, as if my penis had grown considerably. Before I knew it, she
had put a condom on my penis and started performing oral sex. She licked lightly and sucked tightly, her movements rhythmic and controlled, and
I felt a blissful, almost ecstatic sensation. In my haste, I quickly inserted my fingers into her vagina, and soon her vaginal fluids
flowed between my fingers onto my palm. The time was right. Before I could say a word, I pushed her down onto the bed, mounted
her, and began my assault. What followed was a vigorous, prone motion. She was very obedient, breathing heavily without a sound, staring blankly at me,
letting me do as I pleased. The gun went off, and I collapsed onto her. After a while, she patted my greasy
back and laughed, saying, "It's about time."

Exhausted, I rolled off her (too weak to even crawl), my heart pounding, and I drifted off to sleep. She
got up dressed, and cleaned up the mess. The phone on the wall rang. She answered and said, "Time's up. Want
another one? Three hundred for the whole thing."

I barely lifted my head, looking at her sleepily, and said, "People from Shandong are so honest. Do they think they can kill you with work
?"

She laughed heartily, hugged me, kissed me, and whispered, "You're pretty amazing.

" Then, smiling, she picked up her bag and left. That "You're pretty amazing" was both a consolation and
a farewell .

The next morning, I paid the bill at the bar. The manager first asked if I was satisfied with the service. I said it was very good. He then said, "If you're not satisfied with the service
, you can report it and get a free meal." I was taken aback, thinking: Shandong's sex industry has surpassed societal development and
is at the forefront of China's development. Since there were few people, the room was free to rest, and tea and drinks were also free, totaling 400 yuan.
Before leaving, the manager handed me a VIP card, saying, "When you come again, you can enjoy
all the services of the sauna for 400 yuan." Yes, such a reasonable price and such excellent service, how could I not come back?

It was not even nine o'clock when I left the Shanqing Hotel. I had breakfast along the way and walked back to the Qilu Hotel (two bus stops
away). The car was still there, so I quickly lowered my head, got in, and drove off. I drove straight west along Jingshi Road and got back on the Beijing-Shanghai
Expressway.

An hour later, I reached the Taishan exit. Turning onto the ramp, I saw a lot of cars stuck at the toll booth, and several policemen
and security guards were directing traffic. I stopped and asked, and they said that cars from Beijing were not allowed to exit the expressway into the city; to exit, I had to go 30
kilometers to Ciyao. Seeing this, I turned around and continued south, heading straight for Xuzhou (after Tai'an, I switched to the Beijing-Fuzhou Expressway).
I experienced firsthand the difficulty of getting into the city. While driving, I contacted friends in Jiangsu and learned that most of the patients in Jiangsu had
come from Beijing. One case in Xuzhou was a female kindergarten teacher in her thirties who had fallen ill after returning to her hometown of Xuzhou to seek refuge.
Therefore, the roads were heavily blocked, making it very difficult to enter Xuzhou. What to do? If the city was no longer an option, then the countryside would be. I immediately decided to make a major change
to my itinerary .

I had long heard that the restaurant street at the border of Jiangsu and Shandong on National Highway 104 was quite famous, and that people from Zaozhuang and Xuzhou loved
to go there. Since I was passing by this time, I thought I might as well give it a try.

The Shandong section of the Beijing-Fuzhou Expressway was already completed and open to traffic, while the Jiangsu section was still under construction
. National Highway 104 was not far from the end of the expressway.

I easily found the legendary restaurant street, and it truly lived up to its name. Restaurants lined both sides of the boundary marker,
mostly newly built bungalows with front shops and back yards. You could vaguely see women working there. There were saunas, hair
salons – truly a lawless place. I found a place with a sauna, drove in, and parked
behind a dilapidated tractor. The owner rushed over to greet me, not caring where the car came from. Business was slow
in the afternoon Several women were playing cards, and they all put down their cards and stood up when a customer arrived. The owner was very
straightforward, asking if I wanted to eat or play first.

I said, "I'll play while I'm bathing, then eat. "

The owner said, "Choose one, they're all here. Just tell me what you want to eat, and you can eat when you're done."

I glanced around and spotted two women, one older and one younger. Thinking I couldn't get into the city, I figured I might as well
stay here all night. The older one was more stamina-efficient; I'd save that for tonight. I told the owner I wanted the younger one. I ordered stir-fried
shrimp from Weishan Lake and spicy chicken, smiled back at the big guy, and then went into the sauna. The sauna's facilities were a bit
lacking compared to those in the city, but it had all the necessary amenities.

First a shower, then a steam room, followed by soap and rinsing – the service was fairly attentive. She was a
little over 1.6 meters tall, slim with long legs, and nice skin, though her breasts were a bit small. She had
no
pubic hair yet, and probably weighed less than 90 pounds; she looked like a virgin. When we entered the private room, my penis was already hard. I gestured for her to give me oral sex, but she absolutely refused, saying she'd never done it before. She then lay down with her legs spread, waiting for me to take her. I asked where the condom was. She said she'd forgotten to bring it. Luckily ,
I had a spare condom in my wallet, otherwise, it would have been a waste of time. After taking out the condom and putting it on, I checked her
vagina and found it wasn't wet yet. I teased her with my hands until she was a little wet before I penetrated her. Her vagina was very tight, tighter than I'd
imagined . She was too nervous to resist my advances, constantly shrinking back, afraid I'd go too deep. Actually, I
'd only gone in halfway. I grabbed her buttocks and pushed hard, finally getting her all the way in. After a while of thrusting,
she became more wet and relaxed, gradually getting into the swing of things. Her vagina felt tight and it felt really good. I asked her how it felt. She said it felt uncomfortable inside. I asked again if it felt good. She said it didn't, and it hurt a little when I went in too deep. I added some shaking
while thrusting , trying to widen her vagina, but she kept crying out in pain. Sigh! She's all show and no substance . I regretted choosing the wrong person. I lost interest in sex, and ejaculation became my only goal. I sped up, but she still showed no sign of coming. I said, "Lie down, and I'll go in from behind." She shook her head and said no. I said, "That way I 'll come faster, and then we can go eat." She agreed to try. I helped her get into position, and it was easy to penetrate from behind. Lying down, the angle wasn't good, so it was shallow and not very satisfying, but the patting of my lower abdomen against her soft buttocks was still very comfortable and stimulating. Seeing that she was used to it, I slowly bent my legs and straddled her, leaning back and holding her hips with both hands. This was much deeper and more comfortable than lying down. The tight vagina, ample lubrication, and unconventional movements created a unique sensation. To ensure we could continue the battle that night, I didn't linger and hastily finished before heading out for dinner. 　　The owner, seeing me, said, "Wow, you're really something! The food's getting cold before you come out. I thought you were about to go crazy!" 　　I laughed and said, "Once you're on the horse, you have to go crazy. If you don't, you're not a man. A man might . 　　We'll continue after we've eaten." I amused the owner, who said, "If you want to do it, book one for tonight. You can leave tomorrow after you're done." 　　The owner's words suited me perfectly. I pretended to ask if it was safe. He said it was absolutely fine; the overnight stay at a farmhouse in the mountains was even better than this. 　　I said okay. We immediately made a verbal agreement. Feeling much more at ease with a place to stay for the night, I checked the time and went to the prostitute's room to sleep. 　　When I woke up, it was almost dark. There were very few cars on the national highway, and the restaurants were deserted, lacking usual bustle. With nothing to do, I went to chat with the proprietress and the other girls. I quickly found common ground with them. I learned that the girl I'd been with that afternoon was named Guoguo, eighteen years old (Year of the Tiger), and still a virgin when she came to the shop. She'd lost her virginity a week ago to someone from the Yicheng District Court in Zaozhuang. Now she only entertained older women, not younger ones, and hadn't taken many customers. The older girl I liked was from the suburbs of Xuzhou, named Meimei, surnamed Xu. She looked older but was actually only twenty-two (Year of the Dog). She'd been there for about six months, had a good temperament, and was very alluring. When she dressed up, she looked quite presentable— the kind of woman men would want to sleep with. She was not only the shop's star attraction but also famous throughout the street; supposedly, repeat customers would rather wait in line than go with anyone else. 　　For dinner, I ordered stewed catfish, a huge pot of fish and soup, which Meimei and I couldn't finish. Just after nine o'clock, the owner came to urge us, saying it was time to go up the mountain, and the price was the same whether we went early or late, so why dawdle? I grabbed my laptop , and covered the license plate with a towel. Then I rode the boss's motorcycle up the mountain. The small courtyard on the mountain wasn't far from the road, only two or three kilometers away. It was located halfway up the hillside, and there were several courtyards in a row, all used by the restaurant to accommodate overnight guests. The dogs were already barking before I even entered the courtyard. It looked a bit desolate. The main house was locked, probably where the boss lived, and the three east- facing side rooms were the brothels. Seeing my hesitation, the boss said, "Don't worry, I've been doing this for almost ten years. I absolutely guarantee your safety." He made some simple arrangements, and before leaving, he gave me a key, saying, "The road is easier to travel during the day. You can go down the mountain yourselves after you get up." I nodded in agreement. 　　Listening to him lock the door and the motorcycle drive away, I thought, "Let it be, it's not a big deal." 　　When I entered the room, Meimei was already naked and on the bed. I said, "Aren't you in a bit of a hurry?" 　　She said, "Other guests are like this. Aren't you in a hurry?" 　　I said, "I'm not in a hurry. I already had sex this afternoon, and I can still hold on." "Slowly simmer the porridge, you'd better be prepared . 　　" She smiled without saying a word, her face full of doubt and disdain. I couldn't be bothered with her; saying anything now would be pointless. We'd see what she was capable of on the bed. 　　I walked around the yard, surveyed the terrain, and adjusted to the environment before finally getting dressed and getting into bed, pounced on her. She grabbed my penis and started stroking it, moaning and rubbing her body. She wasn't old but she was definitely sexy. I wasn't afraid of being sexy, but I was afraid of encountering someone like Guoguo from the afternoon—tasteless, but a pity to throw away. 　　Her initiative aroused me. I pinned her down, kissing, kneading, and arching her legs, attacking her vital parts. Soon she was moaning loudly, and her juices were flowing. I ignored her requests to penetrate and continued playing with mine until I also felt my penis getting hard and couldn't take it anymore, then I asked her to get a condom. She pulled a handful (five or six) of cheap condoms from her small bag and stuffed them under the pillow, glancing at me sideways and saying: "Is this enough?" 　　She's so arrogant, she's practically challenging me! I sneered and said, "I don't need that many, one is enough. As long as you can handle it, you'll graduate. If you can't, you'll have to go to the blacksmith to temper it." 　　I took out the Durex condom I had prepared, put it on, and asked her, "Ladies first, tell me, how do I do it?" 　　A few words really stunned her. She said shyly, "Come on, anything is fine, I 'll serve big brother." Saying that, she pulled me onto her body. 　　My penis instinctively found the entrance, and with the help of the water, I thrust it all the way in. After it was tight, I just rocked without inserting, figuring out her depth and tightness first, so I could take the initiative. Don't be fooled by her promiscuity. She's used a lot and has a , I didn't feel like she was a prostitute at all. There was no looseness at all. After all, she's young and from a working-class background. Plus, she walks around every day to exercise, so even if there is wear and tear, it's not very noticeable. 　　Meimei is only a little over 1.5 meters tall, with well-proportioned limbs, fair and tender skin, a small and chubby frame, and a high, upturned nose.

Her mouth, and a pair of alluring, seductive eyes. Yes, she had the confidence to challenge men, which was why she dared to be so arrogant. I'd have to test
her skills first.

Before I could even decide how to proceed, she started moving wildly beneath me, twisting and lifting her hips,
kicking her legs, pressing my back down with her hands, moaning and cursing. I was a little surprised;
how long could she last like that? Wouldn't she be exhausted by the end of the night? I knew what I was doing. She could be wild, and I'd be busy.
Knowing I wouldn't ejaculate anytime soon, I patiently waited for my turn. After only ten minutes, before I even felt anything, she
was done. Her breath quickened, her voice softened, and her legs went limp. I deliberately asked, "Was it good?" She

replied, "Yes, but it was tiring." "And you?"

I answered, "If you're good, I'm good."

She asked again, "Why aren't you coming?"

I replied, "That's for you to ask. When you're skilled enough, it'll come naturally."

She said, "Hmph! You must be controlling yourself. Let me tell you, no man can last that long."

Me: Really? So confident? Okay! Today I'll show you what a man is like.

Before she could think any further, I had her legs on my shoulders, and my penis thrust deep inside her. The head of my penis slammed against her
cervix . I felt good, but she couldn't take it anymore. At first, she tried to hold on, but then she supported her waist with both hands and
finally begged for mercy, saying, "It's killing me, my back is about to break."

I wanted to change positions, so I said, "Okay, you come on top."

She thought she could rest on top. But I wasn't going to let her rest, so I continued thrusting and shaking her.
She lay on top of me, weakly saying, "How can you make me come quickly?"

I said, "Anything is fine, just take a long time, at least an hour" (a bit of an exaggeration).

She: Wow! I'm going to die today.

Seeing that she had surrendered, I had to treat my captive well. If I really angered her, it wouldn't be fun. I quickly teased her, saying,
"Don't be afraid , you won't die, you'll just get a few scrapes." I then pulled her into my arms.

She was much gentler, clinging to me and holding onto my neck.

I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, saying, "I'll only do it once. Show me your best skills. I'll ejaculate and then you can go
to sleep, okay?"

She said coquettishly, "Big brother is so kind to me. You're my real big brother." She even kissed me.

I continued, "The landlady said you're really good with your mouth. She made me come before she even touched me
.

" Hearing my praise, she was naturally happy, smiling innocently and beautifully, her face etched with dimples. However,
the beautiful smile vanished in an instant.

She paused and said, "Oral sex costs extra. But if you're only doing it once for the whole night, there won't be an extra charge, and don't
tell the boss. "

I said, "Rest when you're tired, and we'll do it again when you're energetic." After saying that, I pulled out my penis, took off the condom, and showed it to her. She gently
touched it and said, "Wow, you're amazing. It's still so hard. My hole is shallow and wet, so it's easy to go all the way in. You're pushing so hard;
it hurts inside."

I said with affection, "Are you feeling better?"

A: It's much better inside now. It hurt so much earlier that I was completely dry, and the dry rubbing hurt inside and out. My mouth still
hurts.

I said, "Let's rest for a while. It's still early. We can do it again before bed." I looked at her gently and kindly.

Originally, I only wanted to teach her a lesson, to break her arrogance, and then have some fun with her. Who knew I'd gone a bit
too far , hurting both her body and her self-esteem? I felt a little guilty. Prostitutes are human too. Their survival
is already difficult enough; earning money is hard. They're even worse off than the so-called "lowest class," having to use
their bodies to deal with all sorts of men. They've long lost themselves, lost their self-respect, becoming just talking, walking
shells. If they lose their confidence, they might not even have the courage to live.

I dislike prostitutes' frivolity and hate their arrogance. Whenever I encounter a frivolous prostitute, I'll
embarrass her at a crucial moment; when I encounter an arrogant one, I'll subdue her in one go, making her hide from me. The straightforwardness, fortitude, and hatred of evil of Northeasterners
were once principles I was proud of, earning me the reputation of a man among men among my friends. But
Meimei's situation today has deeply affected me.

I held her as we lay on the bed, she nestled in my arms like a cute little kitten, her eyes glazed and a little lost.
I knew this hurt her deeply, a wound that was difficult to heal. I wanted to talk to her about her life as a prostitute and her
views on men, but I was afraid of reopening her wounds, so I couldn't bring myself to speak. We lay there quietly, neither of us willing
to break the silence.

It was only the occasional barking of dogs from the neighboring yard that helped. I asked her softly, "Will anyone come this late?"

She said, "It's hard to say. Sometimes people come all night even before dawn."

I said, "Won't there be bad people?"

She said, "No, there are over ninety shops on this street, mostly controlled by Shandong people, and most of them are
related. I haven't heard of anything bad happening since I came. "

I said, "With your looks and connections, you could be in a big city. How did you end up here?"

She looked up at me and said, "Why do you say that too?" (It seems I wasn't the only one who asked her.) "As long as I can make money
, that's fine. I just want to be close to home. I'll think about other things in a few years."

I asked, "Is everything alright at home?" She said, "Who would do this if their family was well-off?"

She told me she had a younger sister and brother. Her father had a coal mine accident when she was sixteen, injuring
his back and remaining paralyzed ever since. A few years ago, they managed to get by with the accident compensation and her mother's vegetable farming.
But after the coal mine closed, the compensation stopped, and her mother couldn't support them alone. After graduating high school, she helped her mother sell vegetables to support
the family. Last winter, a restaurant owner who often bought vegetables from her said he was opening a restaurant in Zhengzhou and wanted to bring a few
waitresses with a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan plus bonuses. He asked if she wanted to go. Her mother, seeing they were all acquaintances, let her go. As a result
, she fell into a trap, working in a sauna for two months without earning any money and losing her virginity. She didn't dare tell anyone when she got home
, and had to come here because of a classmate's inducement. Her family thought she was still in Zhengzhou. With her looks and
experience , she quickly became a street celebrity. She'd come to terms with it; as long as it made money, she'd do anything. No one
can escape what's destined. Now she can save two or three thousand yuan a month, giving some to her family and keeping some for herself, and she's content.

Finally, she said: "Men are all the same; they'll squander a little money. Don't be fooled by their looks; they're all incompetent when it comes to getting
things They all come in full of enthusiasm and leave dejected." (Seeing how enthusiastic she was about it, I...)
(Easy to interrupt) There aren't many girls who can stay inside me for more than ten minutes straight. Some
leak as soon as it's inserted, before it's even fully in. If you want to continue, you can pay again. Some people want to prolong the time by deliberately moving and stopping. That's
easy too. If you don't move, I move. You can't help but leak. Then there are the guys who've been drinking. They get hard one minute and soft the next. When they're hard,
I let them put it in. When they're soft, I use my hand to make them come out, and that's it. Other girls in other shops don't charge extra for oral sex
, but I have to. If you don't pay extra, I won't do it. If you want to feel good, you have to pay more. If you pay enough, I'll take you for a year.

I quickly interrupted: "Can I take you for a year? Come with me tomorrow."

She looked at me in surprise, pressed herself against me, and pouted, saying: "I wasn't talking about you, don't be angry. You
're my older brother!"

Now it was my turn to be surprised. I looked up at her and said: "What kind of older brother sleeps naked with his younger sister?"

She knew I was teasing her. She lifted the blanket, grabbed my soft penis, shook her hair, and swallowed it whole. I
knew I was going to receive the best service I could get today. When a woman treats you like a man,
there's only desire between you, a transactional or necessitated relationship. But when she treats you
like 's not only desire but also affection, transcending transaction and need—it's about giving and devotion.

She had a small mouth, thick lips, and excellent skills; she got my penis hard in no time. I rubbed her breasts and asked, "Does it still
hurt down there?" She ignored me, continuing to suck and lick diligently. I turned her buttocks and rubbed her clitoris with my fingertips.
She giggled, her buttocks swaying back and forth. Her drool dripped onto my leg when she laughed, and just as I was about to wipe it away, she licked it all
clean. Perhaps because her mouth was small, her teeth gently rubbed against the grooves, which felt quite stimulating.
After about twenty minutes, she took a few more big sips and climbed back into my arms, saying, "Why are you different from others?
Don't you drool?" Then she laughed herself.

I hugged her and said, "You're so stupid, why didn't you check if it's solid, if it has an opening?"

She laughed so hard she was shaking, hitting my back as she said, "You're so naughty, always laughing while cursing."

I said, "To tell you the truth, except for this (touching her genitals, wow! It's overflowing with water),
nothing else works. You can try it if you don't

believe me." She nodded and said, "I believe you. You're touching me so nicely, it doesn't hurt inside anymore, it's just itchy. Big brother, I want it,
come on."

Before I could think any further, she had already climbed on top of me and skillfully inserted herself.
The moment , I realized I hadn't put on a condom, and it was too late to pull out. She noticed too, and smiled slyly, saying, "
Big brother, don't be angry, I did it without a condom on purpose."

I was stunned. Could it be because I had messed with her earlier, and she was getting revenge? If that were the case, I was doomed.

Seeing I was still nervous, she whispered in my ear, "Brother, besides that bastard who took my virginity, you
're the only one who's ever done it with me without a condom. I can't say I'm clean, but I can absolutely guarantee I don't have any diseases." She gave
me a charming smile. I breathed a sigh of relief, preferring to believe it was true rather than false.

She continued, "So many people want to do it without a condom, but I absolutely refuse, no matter how much money you offer.
Brother, I can tell you care a lot, otherwise you wouldn't have brought your own condom, a high-end brand one at that. Okay,
stop thinking about , if we don't do it soon, I'll dry up, and I'll start hurting again.

" I decided to take the plunge and gamble. I had her lie on her side, and I entered her from behind, partly to avoid going too deep,
and partly to stimulate her clitoris. At first, she was laughing, but after a while she complained of discomfort, saying her muscles were twitching
and she felt like she needed to pee. I said, "Just hang in there, I'll be right there." I thrust deeply, hard, and quickly a few times, finally
ejaculating. Before I could even savor the pleasure, she broke free from my arm, turned around
, and curled up in a ball, crying out, "Big brother, hold me! Hurry, I'm cold, so cold!" I held her tighter,
stroking her back, and in my haste, I lost track of where my semen had gone. It took her a while
to recover , and she looked at me shyly, muttering, "I don't know what happened, I was crazy just now,
I was so full of pee that I was freezing, I just wanted you to hold me tight, hehe, I can't tell if it felt good or bad, but it's over now."
I said, "Of course it felt good!"

It was late at night, and I could faintly hear the roar of heavy trucks passing by on the highway. I wasn't sleepy at all, and I thought
about using my computer to record what had happened over the past two days, but seeing Meimei still fast asleep in my arms, I changed
my mind and let her rest. In my eyes, she was still like a big child. Although she had fallen into prostitution to earn money,
she was kind-hearted and loving; she just didn't know to whom she should give her love and affection.

Late spring brought sudden shifts in temperature, with gusts of mountain wind rustling through the air. It was late at night, but I
wasn't sleepy at all. My mind was racing with the day's events, and I was also thinking about tomorrow's itinerary. Given
the current situation, going further south would likely be fraught with danger. First, there would be more checkpoints along the way, and the checks would
be stricter; I might really be quarantined for several days, as my friend had said. That would be a real loss. Second,
how many entertainment venues would be open during this critical time? If there were no entertainment options, what would I do? So I decided to skip
Yangzhou and Hangzhou, and instead go via Xuzhou to Hefei. Hefei is still a relatively weak point there, and Xuzhou is right in front of me;
I should stretch my legs and leave a souvenir. Besides, I have a close friend there who holds an important position;
if anything happens, someone will speak up for me. Since I'm already there, I can't let the opportunity pass me by.

I woke up to find the sun high in the sky. Whether it was habit or exhaustion, Meimei was still fast asleep. I didn't wake her.
I dressed myself, placed the key where she could see it by the bedside, locked the door, and went down the mountain alone. The shopkeeper
had already bought fresh food from Hanzhuang Street. Seeing me, he said, "You can really sleep! You must be exhausted."

I said, "Not really tired, but the night was so quiet that I couldn't sleep soundly; I was a little scared."

The shopkeeper said, "You don't look well. Let me stew some live crucian carp to nourish you; you still have a journey ahead."

I enjoyed a leisurely lunch of live fish, eating until I was completely full. When I left, the bill came to 49
yuan for three meals, 50 yuan for Guoguo's meal, and 120 yuan for Meimei's overnight stay, totaling 219 yuan. Of course, I paid 220
yuan. I had planned to wait for Meimei to return, but she didn't come back by the time I left. I was actually a little reluctant to leave
her petite and soft body. If it weren't for the current situation, I would have visited her again on my way back.

Continuing south, the situation was indeed much more tense. Police cars patrolled back and forth with flashing lights, closely monitoring
the key points leading into Xuzhou from the north. Just past Liguo Town (formerly an iron ore mining area), I was stopped by roadside police. Their attitude was...
The person was kind and approachable, unlike anyone I'd ever met while driving. I couldn't see their face behind the mask, but their small, exposed
eyes smiled before they even spoke, already squinting into slits. First, they asked where I came from and where I was going from five steps away. Then a doctor took
my temperature, and finally, I filled out a form. Everyone was very thorough and attentive, making me feel like a confirmed
SARS patient. Just as everything was finished and they said I could leave, I was called back by city management officers on the other side of the road for a repeat check
. I didn't care about the time wasted; thankfully, they didn't mention quarantine. Having passed the first hurdle, I figured I could
get through . About twenty kilometers into Xuzhou, I was subjected to the same checks twice more, both times passing smoothly.

I'd heard that the most famous sauna in Xuzhou was Taiwan City, a high-end establishment with beautiful women, attentive service, and
reasonable . Not daring to get out and ask for directions, I used a fairly clear map to search along the streets.
Finally, I found it, only to find it was closed due to SARS. Luckily, there was another sauna nearby called "Hao Da" that was still
open . Without much thought, I went there. I parked the car under the shade of a tree not far away, checked that no one was around, and headed straight
for . The sauna was quite large, and the decor was decent, but business was slow; I hardly saw any customers. After the steaming, washing, scrubbing, and massaging,
I had just sat down in the second-floor lobby when a group of girls who had been waiting in a separate area swarmed around me,
rubbing and pulling at me. They were all so alluring and dazzling that it seemed impossible not to hire one. Faced with such a favorable market
, why not have some fun? I sipped the tea brought by the waiter, teasing the girls as I went, touching
one's breasts, pinching another's buttocks, laughing for a while. Finally, I chose the tallest one (about
1.7 ), around 24 or 25 years old, with a decent face and a moderate build, from Anhui (I think she was number 40).
I went up to the third floor and entered a private room at the back. Under the light, I could finally see clearly that this woman had a great figure and a face that looked alright at first glance, but upon closer
inspection, it was covered in freckles. Since I'd already chosen her, I couldn't really change her; I could just do it in the dark (and it really was done in
the dark), as long as she felt good to touch. The Anhui girl was very open-minded. Before I even asked, she said to herself:
"Two hundred yuan for oral sex plus the full service, bath fee waived; three hundred and fifty yuan for a threesome, all other fees waived."

I said: "The price is reasonable, but my energy is limited. Even good things have to be enjoyed one step at a time. Let's see what
you

're capable of first." The girl didn't say much, just took off her clothes and got to work, first with her hands, then with her mouth. After a while, she finally got my rather
tired penis hard. The girl's technique was good; her hands were soft and smooth, yet firm, each stroke was quite satisfying.
Her oral skills were also decent, combining deep and shallow licks and lip movements—she must have been specially trained or had a lot of practical experience.
What was remarkable was that she swallowed her saliva while blowing, which is rare among prostitutes; usually, they just blow
and spit, which is a bit of a downer. After about ten minutes of blowing, she suggested putting on a condom before mounting. I said, "It's better to blow
a little longer. My muscles are tight down there, so it's hard for my penis to come out easily, and it takes longer to finish. If you do it a little longer on top,
it'll save you some trouble down there.

" The girl was quite obedient and continued blowing for a while. She probably didn't believe me, or maybe she was getting impatient
, because she stopped asking questions, put on the condom, and sat on top. There wasn't much lubrication in her vagina, so it took a lot of effort to insert it all the way in.
I lit a cigarette and said to her with a smile, "Let me know when you're tired, and I'll
go back to top.

" She started thrusting vigorously for a while, then slowed down for a bit. Seeing that I didn't react much, she leaned down and kissed me,
making all sorts of noises, acting very aroused. I knew better than anyone. Not to mention my years of
experience in the industry, even with my penis inside her vagina, I could sense what state she was in.
It's unrealistic to say she was reacting when there was only a little lubrication and her vagina wasn't fully open; it was all an act to get me to come quickly so
she could finish. Overall, her vagina felt alright, not too loose. Logically,
someone who's been a prostitute should only feel wet and warm when penetrated; she'd probably be completely stuffed,
even looser than a woman who's given birth. To test the Anhui girl's acting skills, I deliberately moved around
a bit, groaned, and squeezed her buttocks hard. She fell for it, sitting up and
thrusting . If the sauna hadn't been so quiet, I would have stopped her. Let her yell all she wanted;
the private rooms were empty. At most, she'd wake up the waiters in the aisle, but what did that have to do with me?

As I was about to light my second cigarette, she couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Brother, aren't you done yet?"

I said, "Done? Not yet. Let me smoke a cigarette and get into the mood; it'll probably be faster." She

said, "Don't smoke. You've already made me wet; why aren't you in a hurry? Why don't you come
up here ?"

I didn't refuse, got up and started thrusting like an old man in a cart, penetrating her for seven or eight minutes straight. Only then
did her juices finally flow, running down her buttocks and soaking the sheets. She was incredibly resilient, shouting
and screaming but refusing to complain of being tired or to stop. I lowered her raised legs, rested briefly, then had her kneel before I started thrusting into her from
behind. I alternately massaged her breasts with one hand and her labia and clitoris with the other. The continuous assault and
stimulation in multiple areas excited her greatly. She said intermittently, "Brother, it feels so good. I love it when someone
touches my clitoris while they're fucking me. A little longer and I'll reach orgasm."

Her movements and cries had evolved from initial perfunctory actions to a state of complete involuntary control. Her body
's undulating movements weren't just to stimulate my penis and get me to finish quickly; she was searching for the erogenous
zones on my penis to achieve her own satisfaction—something experienced men can sense.

I believe that men who visit prostitutes aren't simply seeking physical release (while some do, this is the most basic level of
desire). Some do it to satisfy curiosity, others to seek mental stimulation; it's all
driven . Besides their wives, men want to conquer more women (this is similar to animals),
using possession and conquest to gain women's and society's approval. Therefore, conquest should be both physical and mental
, with the mental aspect being more important than the physical. Conquering a woman involves language, but more importantly, it relies on one's body
. In bed, the body is more persuasive than words. In everyday life, female sexual arousal is slow; some
women may never be aroused by a man in their entire lives. But for professional prostitutes, who have been submissive to men for years
, what kind of penis haven't they seen and experienced? Their bodies are already numb, and sexual arousal is no longer a concern;
plus, their vaginas are overworked, and the channels of sexual desire have long become tools for making money. Each man...
It was a task they were completing, so efficiency was paramount; they wanted it to be fast, efficient, and cost-effective. Men pay for prostitutes for
enjoyment, and this enjoyment isn't just about physical satisfaction, but primarily psychological satisfaction, encompassing
the entire process from meeting her to leaving. The most exciting moments are her screams, pain, and orgasms as she submits to you.
The instantaneous pleasure a man experiences during ejaculation only signifies the completion of a sexual act; it doesn't mean he has conquered the woman beneath him
. For men, the satisfaction of conquest is deeper, longer-lasting, and more meaningful than sexual desire.

An hour passed, and the Anhui girl lay motionless on the bed. I showed no sign of leaving. I smoked
, watching her, wondering if she'd been guzzling away for days and was running out of "stock." According to my energy
allocation , my libido should have decreased somewhat, but my "stock" shouldn't be empty. No matter what position I used, the stimulation just
wasn't enough. To be honest, a woman's abundant vaginal lubrication is both a good and a bad thing. More lubrication facilitates penile movement, but it also reduces
stimulation, especially after the vagina is fully stretched open, the vaginal walls lose elasticity, and no amount of
thrusting will stimulate the penis.

I woke the girl from Anhui, telling her I was out of cigarettes and my penis was almost soft, asking her what to do. She said, "
I can't go on. Why don't you find someone for a threesome? It's more exciting with three people, it's just another hundred yuan
."

I said, "Money isn't a problem. If I can't even get it with one more person, how can I get it with three?"

She laughed and said, "I've tried my best, why can't you get it?"

I said, "You've certainly tried your best, but your penis isn't. It's so loose you could fit a chimney in it,
do you think I can get it?"

She wasn't angry, still laughing, saying, "You say I'm loose, but others say I'm tight."

I said, "Yes, you weren't loose at first, it only loosened later." They'd finish and leave as soon as you were tight
, of course they'd say you were tight! You should be grateful you ran into someone like that!

She shook her head helplessly and said, "I'll call you a new girl who just started out. She's nice and gentle,
not even twenty yet, and she's tight down there. But don't be as crazy as you were with me, she can't handle it.

" I asked, "Where is she from? How tall? Is she pretty?"

She said, "I heard she's from northern Jiangsu. She speaks a bit stilted, I can't understand her. She's alright-looking. You don't need to
see her with the lights off, as long as she's tight."

She's no longer of use to me, but she still has other uses. She can choose not to do it, but she can't leave.
This time 'm going to do it with the lights on, and have her sit there watching me do other girls.

The girl from northern Jiangsu arrived, and the lights were on. She was pretty, with regular features, a long face, short hair, and a petite build
, maybe 1.5 meters tall.

The girl from northern Jiangsu came in and seemed a little embarrassed to see me naked. The girl from Anhui quickly pulled her over and said, "
This boss has taken a liking to you. He thinks doing it with me isn't interesting, so he wants you to continue." "Hurry up and take off your clothes, strike while the iron is hot,
don't waste time."

Miss Su Bei slowly took off her clothes and climbed onto the bed. Seeing that I still had a condom on my penis, she laughed first. She squeezed the gap at the tip of the condom
with her hand to make sure she hadn't ejaculated before taking it off and putting my penis in her mouth.

She wasn't very developed; her breasts were a little bigger than the tip of a rice dumpling, but very firm. There were only a few sparse hairs down there,
barely covering anything, almost like a bald woman, but she seemed very clean. She hadn't been doing this for very long. Watching my penis
grow bigger and bigger in her mouth, almost overflowing, I said, "Come on (calling Miss Anhui to take off her clothes as well), I
'll touch you while you do it with her, that will be faster."

Both of them were very obedient and cooperative. The feeling of penetrating Miss Su Bei was much better than Miss Anhui's; firstly,
it was tighter, and secondly, it was shallower, so I didn't have to push hard to reach the bottom.

I almost never do threesomes with prostitutes, afraid that changing condoms would be a hassle and ruin the mood, but I made an exception today. Fortunately, it was
one after the other, so there was no need to change condoms in between.

The girl beneath me lay still after I penetrated her, legs spread wide, letting me thrust in and out, panting heavily
without uttering a sound ; the girl beside me, however, writhed and cried out as I stroked her fingers, pressing my hand down to make me insert them deeper,
more excited than if I were using my penis on her. The two girls formed a stark contrast.

Youth and tightness proved effective; a few thrusts and she came, whispering that it hurt a little. A wave of tenderness
welled up within me. Though young, she had done what needed to be done; it was best to stop while I was ahead. The girl beside me
later mounted my back, spreading her legs and rubbing her labia and pubic hair against my buttocks—a double attack, truly stimulating.
I tried to hold on for over ten minutes, but couldn't withstand the double assault, quickly surrendering.

After leaving the private room, I went back to the sauna to relieve my fatigue, then got dressed, paid the bill, and continued driving south to
Hefei .

Because the map was misleading, marking unfinished highways as completed, I could
n't After asking around, I learned that only half of the highway was built,
and the section near Jiangsu hadn't even started construction. I never imagined that a nationally published map could be so deceiving. It was already 5 PM, and my plan to reach
Hefei was ruined. I'd better just go with the flow. Following National Highway 205, I passed Sanbao in Jiangsu and entered
Anhui. It was almost dark when I reached Fuliji. The roast chicken there is famous, ranking alongside Daokou roast chicken in Henan,
Dezhou , and Goubangzi smoked chicken in Liaoning as one of China's four famous chickens.

Fuliji is famous for its roast chicken, and its smokeless industry is also well-developed. A friend from Xuzhou once said that before Xuzhou was fully
open and there were no prostitutes, Fuliji was a well-known red-light district, and people would come there to find
prostitutes whenever they had time. The main road was lined with signs for roast chicken, like Wang Lao Er Roast Chicken and Ren Wu Roast Chicken, as well as shops for roast chicken factories
of all sizes —all in the chicken business. There were plenty of restaurants, and young women could be seen
coming and going, greeting customers. Since I was unfamiliar with Anhui and only knew about it from hearsay, I didn't dare
to make a move. I circled around several times until it got dark, finally finding a restaurant not far from the main road, near the intersection, that also offered
accommodation . As soon as the car stopped, two young women knocked on the window and asked, "Where are you from

, boss?" I replied, "Hefei. What kind of food do you have?"

The women answered, "We have everything. What would you like to eat?"

I said, "Our chicken is famous. I just want to eat chicken."

One of the women said, "Then get out. We have all kinds of chicken. We'll make sure you eat well, and you can even take some home."

I grabbed one of the women's hands and said, "Then take me home."

She pulled her hand away and said, "There's plenty inside. I just arrived and invited you to come down and eat. Boss, come down and take a look . If you
don't like it, you can leave."

Just a few words were enough to tell the restaurant was up to something. As I followed the waitress inside, the owner smiled and said, "You look unfamiliar. Do
n't

you come here often?" I replied, "I walk this road often, but this is my first time here." (Sometimes you have to lie; newcomers are always
taken advantage of .)

The owner said, "Alright, what would you like today?"

I said, "Half a roasted chicken, some stir-fried chicken giblets, and a bowl of egg drop soup."

I knew the restaurant would have all the chicken dishes, so without even looking at the menu, I pretended to be very knowledgeable and ordered
everything in one go. The owner went to prepare the food, while a waitress brought me tea and chatted with me. From her,
I learned quite a bit about the local area and the restaurant.

National Highway 205 is a major north-south artery running through Anhui, with heavy traffic, many people selling chicken, and even
more waitresses. The location I went to was a little out of the way, which made it relatively safer. There are six girls working at this shop,
all in the backyard. They generally don't come out. The girls greeting customers at the entrance are all new; their job is to lure customers in
, chat with them, and of course, you can touch them, but they don't sleep with customers. I guess they haven't been exposed to the
ways of the trade yet. The shop has guest rooms; the cleanliness is acceptable, but the conditions are very basic—just a bed, a small cabinet, and a kettle of hot water.
That's all. A night's stay costs 30 yuan, or 20 yuan for acquaintances. The girls' prices are very low, 50 yuan per time, but
you can usually bargain down to 30 yuan. Some of the older girls are so cheap that nobody believes you; they've reached the point where they'll do anything for money.

The owner cooked, and after all the dishes were served, he came out to chat with me, asking how I liked the food. I said it was a bit salty and made me thirsty.
The owner laughed and said, "Eat your fill, have some tea in the backyard, and you can leave when you're done.

" I asked, "Is there a place to stay if I don't leave?"

The owner said, "There is a place to stay, but the conditions are a bit poor. You guys who drive here usually eat and play and then leave;
very few people stay here." Those coming from the south all stay in Xuzhou, while those coming from the north all rush to Suzhou. A few days ago,
several busloads of people from Beijing, men, women, and children, booked the entire Suzhou Hotel, saying they were escaping SARS. They haven't left yet
.

I said, "I've driven all day from Hefei, and there's no highway ahead, so it's difficult to drive at night. I'd like to stay

here." The owner said, "Don't worry, it's your first time here, so stay here. I promise to take good care of you. Park your car in
the backyard , take a shower to relax, and do whatever you want." He winked at me and walked away with a smile
.

I parked my car in the least noticeable corner of the backyard, where passersby wouldn't easily see the license plate, and
walked around the yard alone. The yard was huge, practically empty, piled with a lot of miscellaneous items. There was a vegetable garden next to the toilet
, smelling terrible. At the very back was a row of guest rooms, some with lights still on. The thought of spending the night in such a place made me
feel a little disappointed. If it weren't for SARS, why would it be like this? That awful SARS really made life miserable.

After showering and returning to my room, several women were already sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me. Their eagerness was almost
overwhelming. I shook my wet hair, looking at these young (around 20 years old), ordinary-looking
village girls, and felt a mix of emotions. I didn't know whether to thank the reform and opening up policy or shed a few crocodile
tears . Looking at their expectant eyes, I deliberately said, "I've been impotent for years. Whoever can make me hard, I'll
keep them, okay?"

They looked at each other, laughed, and surrounded me, stripping me naked. Several hands pulled and tugged at my
penis and testicles, chattering and laughing as if they were fiddling with their own bodies,
without a shred of shame. Their actions were completely unexpected. Being surrounded and ravaged by a group of village girls was
a first for me. I felt both excited and miserable, as if I were about to be raped. I initially thought my penis, after two days of continuous work
, wouldn't be able to get up anytime soon. But who knew it'd never seen anything like this before? A few strokes and it
was erect and ready to burst. Amidst the laughter, someone said, "Hey lady, hurry up and take off your clothes, or you'll get all wet
!"

Hearing that I was about to go, I struggled to my feet and said, "Don't rush, let me see who to keep." I looked at the five
of . One was too young, only about fifteen or sixteen. I pointed at her and said, "You're too young, go home.
Two for the first half of the night, two for the second half, everyone gets a share, how about that? But I have to make it clear first, I'll
use a condom, but I won't change the condom if we switch partners. Those who want to stay, those who don't, that's fine."

The younger one left without a word, and the rest nodded in agreement. I kept one fat and one thin, and the other
two went out first. The

two who stayed quickly took off their clothes, locked the door, climbed into bed, and slept on either side of each other as if it had all planned it .
The fat one said she had just turned 18 during the Spring Festival. She was from Caocun Village in Xiaoxian County, about 20 li away. She had
three sisters, and they were struggling financially. She said she came to work as a waitress, but
later
she also went into prostitution. The thin one wasn't a local; she was from Henan. She had run away with a man who ran a roast chicken business and had been here for three years. Later, he dumped her and found another woman. She was too ashamed to go home, so she stayed and did this job, hoping to save some money before moving on.
She looked about 22 or 23. The two of them worked together very well. One breastfed me, and the other gave me oral sex. Although their technique
was poor, they still had the desire. My hands played with their labia and clitoris respectively. To have
enough rest time, I put on a condom and started intercourse as soon as I felt a little lubrication.

While touching them, my fingers could feel the difference in their vaginas: the thin one was wet and loose, while the fat one was tight and less wet.
I thrust into the thin one's vagina, savoring the sensations of penetration. Watching me thrust into the skinny one, she moaned wildly,
while the fat one grinned foolishly. I pulled her over and inserted my fingers into her as well, and they both moaned together.

The skinny one's vagina was indeed very loose; once stretched open, she didn't care how much my penis moved inside. In the woman-on-top position,
her juices flowed from the wide opening, running down my legs. Actually, vaginal tightness depends on age,
frequency of use, and physical condition. Skinny women generally have looser vaginas than fat women, which is why people
prefer fuller-figured women.

When it was the fat one's turn, she was already quite wet and couldn't hold back any longer. I stood on the ground, spread
her legs, and thrust in as deep as possible. Her vagina was so tight and wet; it felt completely different. My penis was
gripped tightly by the elastic muscles, and with each thrust, air was squeezed out of her vagina, making a series of "plop" sounds. I
was very excited; to be honest, it had been a long time since I had heard those "plop" sounds from there. The prostitutes I saw in the city
were all alluring, and those who had been in the business for a long time were just a bunch of cotton inside; even the newly hired ones
were used more often than the respectable girls. If you could feel tightness when you inserted it, that was already pretty good. You couldn't find the feeling of a village girl on them.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and the more fun it got. I told the skinny one to sit on the edge of the bed with
her legs crossed, and we took turns penetrating her in the same position for several rounds. After a while, I got a little tired, so I pinned the fat one down
, grabbed her buttocks, and thrust hard a few times. Then I pulled out the condom and ejaculated onto her belly.

I didn't have the energy to care about them anymore, and I didn't even bother to lock the door after they left. I pulled back the covers and fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was already daylight. I wondered why the other two girls hadn't come in the middle of the night. I got up, opened the door, and went out
to listen to the rooms. Some of the rooms that were empty when I went to sleep were occupied. There were also several large trucks parked in the yard, including
two with red paper banners. So the trucks transporting anti-SARS supplies were also staying here. The girls must
have been busy all night, even forgetting their prior agreement, which suited me perfectly. The owner was an early riser. Seeing me up, he greeted me warmly, repeatedly saying that several cars

had suddenly arrived last night , and he was overwhelmed. He apologized for the poor service and promised to have them serve me well next time I came. 　　I chuckled inwardly. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for this emergency; if all four girls had come last night, wouldn't I be up by now? I thanked the owner for his kindness, paid the bill without having breakfast, and left. 　　I wandered aimlessly to a bustling section of the market, wanting to buy some authentic Fuli market food to take on the road. After wandering around for a while, I found several decent stalls still closed. Seeing a breakfast stall selling soy milk and fried dough sticks, I drove over, but before I even stopped, someone waved me away. I smiled and continued walking, eventually finding a quiet spot to park and walking to another breakfast shop. While eating, I chatted with a driver from Hefei and learned that the SARS epidemic was showing signs of spreading during the May Day holiday. The province had just issued a document mobilizing the entire population, blocking vehicles from the epidemic area everywhere. Coupled with the propaganda on television, the people were on high alert, terrified of the mere mention of SARS. It seemed my plan to go to Hefei was also off the table . I couldn't stay here long either; if I were discovered and kicked out or quarantined, it would be a disaster. 　　I had no choice but to return to Xuzhou via the same route. The defenses in the south of Xuzhou were practically non-existent. I only saw one checkpoint, complete with tables and chairs but no one in sight, making it easy to enter the city. Passing by the Huaihai Campaign Memorial Tower, I saw a bathhouse called Xinlongtan not far from the south gate. There was also an unfinished construction site nearby . There weren't many people on the road, making it a perfect place to stay. I parked my car in a secluded spot that wouldn't get in the way and went into the sauna . 　　The conditions there were decent. The decor wasn't as grand as "Haoda," but it was clean and hygienic, with the smell of disinfectant . It was too early; the people who had stayed overnight hadn't gotten up yet, and I was the only one in the bath. The sauna had just been turned on, but no matter how much water I poured, it wouldn't steam. 　　It was almost nine o'clock when the sauna finally started to steam, and the people who had stayed overnight got up to take two showers before heading home. I lay in the sauna and had a good steam, sweating profusely before scrubbing myself clean and returning to the rest area. A waiter brought me tea and whispered in my ear, "Would you like a massage?" 　　Without even opening my eyes, I asked, "What's the price?" 　　He replied, "140 yuan for the full package, bath fee included." I said, "What about a private room?" 　　He answered, "Private rooms are free. 　　" I said, "That's good. Do you have any nice girls?" 　　He said, "Ours are all pretty good. We get a lot of customers at night, even during SARS." 　　I said, "Let me see them." 　　The waiter brought two girls who looked like they hadn't woken up yet, but I wasn't satisfied. I told the waiter to bring some better ones. The waiter said they all slept too late yesterday and hadn't gotten up yet. He suggested I go to a private room to rest, and he'd take me there when a better 　　one was up. I wasn't interested in finding any girls anymore; going to a private room was obviously for a good rest. I followed him to the third floor ( maybe nice, with a sweet smile, so I kept her. As soon as the waiter left, I pulled her onto the bed, fully clothed, and hugged her, asking, "Why are you up earlier than everyone else ? 　　" She said, "I didn't come to work yesterday; my boss called me this morning." "Brother, you're not from Xuzhou, are you ?" 　　I said, "I'm from Beijing. Are you scared?" 　　Hearing this, she immediately struggled to get away, but I hugged her even tighter. Laughing, I said, "Don't be afraid, I was just teasing you ." 　　She calmed down, glanced at me sideways, and said, "I heard SARS was very serious in Beijing; most patients nationwide were infected by people from Beijing. I don't want to earn your money and I don't want to get this unlucky disease. 　　" I patted her butt and said, "Don't worry, I'm from Northeast China, and I work in Nanjing." I came to Xuzhou to visit friends for the holiday and am going back tomorrow. My friend has something to do today, so I came out to have some fun by myself. Why don't you stay a little longer and let's have some fun ? 　　She became much quieter, as if she'd been frightened, burying herself in my arms and not daring to look up, her hands tightly gripping my back. Although I slept well last night, I hadn't recovered from the fatigue of continuous travel, and I didn't want to do it right away . Besides, my penis was sore from all the rubbing; doing it would be a marathon, and both of us would suffer. It would be better to build up our relationship first and have some fun. Perhaps because there were no customers in the morning, she wasn't in a hurry and let me hold her and chat. As we chatted , the topic naturally turned to Xuzhou's local customs and SARS. 　　She said there was only one case of SARS in Xuzhou, a woman in her thirties who lived in Xuzhou but worked as a kindergarten went home to visit relatives at the end of April and fell ill in Xuzhou, causing unrest throughout the city. She also said that people in Xuzhou were cursing her for coming home to "return home to mourn." 　　I later learned that "谢吊" is the most vicious curse word in Xuzhou. It means that when someone dies in the family and others come to offer condolences, the bereaved family must return the visit after the funeral and kowtow to them in gratitude. People in Xuzhou call this return visit and kowtowing "谢吊" (please correct me if this is correct, fellow Xuzhou enthusiasts). 　　Her voice was like Meimei's from Bajie—slow, gentle, sweet, and melodious, with a pleasant tone and rhythm. Holding her, I couldn't help but think of Meimei, the girl I had hurt. I held her tightly , letting her feel my heartbeat, my care, and my remorse for Meimei. 　　Whether it was true or not, she told me a lot in the following time, about her first love, her first time, her past boyfriends, and so on. We chatted while embracing and touching, and it was almost impossible like we were in a sauna looking for a prostitute. As her story deepened, she also talked about her experiences as a prostitute and the various kinds of men she had served. I slowly started to feel something down there, and I took off her clothes (something I had never done before).

I looked at her with admiring eyes (rarely, unless it was something that moved me), caressed her whole body, and then
kissed her entire body.

She was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, considered pretty among her peers. She didn't seem particularly special to me
, just well-proportioned and slightly plump.

Under my caresses, her genitals became wet, the fluid clinging to my fingers and stretching long. She also
undressed and turned her lower body towards me, bowing her head to give me oral sex. I certainly wouldn't use my mouth to service her
, so I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb and stirred my index finger inside her vagina. My penis felt
incredibly good under her sucking, and a warm current surged in my lower abdomen. She took out a condom and looked at me seriously, then said, almost to herself
, "For our own good, let's put it on."

I nodded in agreement and casually asked her, "What position do you like?" She smiled and said, "I don't know, as long as it's
comfortable ."

I said, "I'm warning you, don't get tired of it after a while."

She said, "No, we prostitutes know we need to provide quality service to our customers. I'm happy to stay with you
a little longer ." She then hugged me and smiled shyly.

I held her buttocks, aimed my penis at her vaginal opening, and had her sit on top of me. She moved gently,
as if savoring the pleasure my penis brought her, or perhaps unwilling to disrupt the intimate atmosphere in the private room.

Seeing her aroused, I became more energetic, lifted my hips, and thrust harder. She
moaned , laughed, and occasionally leaned down to kiss me. I thrust harder and harder, and her moans grew more urgent. I rolled over, knelt on
the bed, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and did a doggy style. She seemed to sense something and whispered, "
Are you done? You said you could last a long time." Even

at this point, she still had the mind to tease me, so of course I had to use my best skills to meet her challenge. In my experience,
dealing with a prostitute is easy, dealing with one who's aroused is much harder, and dealing with a respectable woman is the most difficult.
A prostitute is in it for the money; once she's paid, she doesn't care about the hardness of your penis, she'll ejaculate and that's it. A woman aroused, besides
being in it for the money, will also secretly enjoy the pleasure it brings. A respectable woman is in it for the pleasure, not for the money, so she'll demand a lot
from you , and if you can't satisfy her the first time, she won't come back.

I held her legs tightly, thrusting my lower body forward, my face full of confidence. I wanted her to know that I
wasn't like other men, that I couldn't be finished in a few strokes. I persisted in one position, not giving her
a chance to breathe, until she was too exhausted to even cry out. I kept going, laughing and asking her: "How was it?
Long enough?"

She said: "You're amazing, I've never seen a man who can fuck me continuously for so long."

Her words were like a bullet to my heart, and I still think about them to this day.
I hope she was telling the truth, but at the same time, her words make me feel sorry for my fellow men. If these words came from
a respectable woman , I wouldn't have cared, but they came from a prostitute. In the past,
I would have retaliated fiercely to save face for men, but after what happened with Meimei, I'm much calmer now.

The prolonged activity had loosened her vagina, reducing friction;
even if I wanted to ejaculate quickly, the stimulation was insufficient. To avoid hurting her, I lowered her legs and brought them together,
making her squeeze them tightly, which greatly increased the stimulation. I thrust wildly again, finally
finishing my task while drenched in sweat. After resting on her for a while, I pulled out my penis and was dumbfounded. The condom
had somehow pierced through, slipping down to the base of my penis. She laughed, humorously saying, "It
's fate, we're destined to meet!"

I invited her to lunch, but she declined. I asked for her phone number, but she smiled without answering. I asked what her number was,
and she shook her head again. Finally, she said, "We only met once; there won't be a next time." But you made
me feel very comfortable today. Just remember I'm from Xuzhou.

Yes. I made it to Xuzhou both ways on my long journey, and even met two girls from Xuzhou, both of whom left
a deep impression on me. I think I'll definitely go back to Xuzhou again if I have the chance.

The road back to Beijing was so long. After losing the desire to continue traveling, going home became
my only goal.

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