Vulgar

It was incredibly tacky.

It happened on a bus on my way back to school after a part-time job. I was tired and dozed off. As the bus turned a corner, the inertia jolted me awake. I realized the bus was like a square dumpling, stuffed full of human flesh. Of course, such scenes are commonplace in every big city in China.

My problem was, I spotted a woman in a yellow t-shirt and blue jeans squeezed in front of me. Her right hand was on the back of the seat in front of me, but her round, taut buttocks, stretched taut by her jeans, instantly banished my sleepiness. My already small eyes widened, gleaming with delight.

However, what left a particularly deep impression on me was the man behind that taut blue buttocks—a rather thin and tall man—wearing black casual pants, clinging tightly, tightly, tightly to her buttocks.

These black casual pants clung tightly to the elastic blue jeans in the front. These black casual pants, at their owner's will, sometimes moved slowly up and down, sometimes swayed subtly from side to side, and sometimes seemed unwilling to give up their efforts to press closer.

I finally couldn't resist stealing a glance at the guy's face. He, on the other hand, had his head slightly tilted back, staring at the advertisement on the handrail. I couldn't tell if he was looking at it or thinking about something; I couldn't see his expression, but he seemed completely at ease. The blue jeans tried to sway, seemingly trying to escape the lecherous man's harassment, but surrounded by rows of pants of all colors and sizes, new and old, it and its owner were simply helpless.

There was a section of bad road (every time I passed this place before, I would think of Kawabata Yasunari, of "The Dancing Girl of Izu," of the Izu Peninsula, of a similarly potholed road on the island, of a tour guide apologetically saying the road was like a face full of pockmarks, and of another tour guide poetically describing this road as the famous, charming, dimpled road of Izu. Today, my entire brain was focused on supporting my terrified eyes), and the car swayed as if drunk.

Those black casual pants, which I found almost repulsive, danced wildly on the tight blue jeans—a dance that looked utterly obscene. Its owner's face, as if no longer belonging to its owner, glowed with an unusual red light, a mixture of pain, ecstasy, and something indescribable.

This scene shocked my small, beady eyes. I stared at them with that typical, almost oblivious, focused look, until the person in front of me got up and got off the bus. The blue jeans sat down, and the black casual pants moved to the door.

My disgust hadn't lessened at all. But suddenly, I began to envy those hateful black casual pants and their owner. They had used my favorite thing—a buttock. They had openly used that round, swaying buttock right in front of me. They had used the beautiful buttocks I had always imagined and fantasized about right before my eyes, playing with them in public.

And in such an obscene way, in such a stimulating scene. A strange emotion made me want to use my remaining strength to completely split those black casual pants.

But I didn't have that kind of power. Another strange emotion made me restless, making my manhood stir. My younger brother's pants, propped up by my early summer pants, created an awkward space, and I quickly put my hands on them, even though no one would see.

I glanced at the owner of the blue jeans in front of me, and I thought, she had been insulted. In front of me (it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say in public, but there weren't many people who saw it, I'm not sure if it was just me), someone insulted her round, beautiful buttocks. Her full, plump buttocks had been passively and inexplicably offered to a strange and bold, shameless man.

As for whether it was their first time, I have no idea. As for how many other blue, black, gray, or white jeans and casual pants that black casual pants had raped, pressed against the throbbing, round, protruding, perky, thick, or bouncy buttocks, I have no idea.

Bus, bus, I've hated that name ever since. Some people have exploited its name, some have shamelessly exploited its body.

So vulgar!

I must have acted on impulse, or maybe I was bewitched. Anyway, I still can't figure out why I suddenly decided to get off the bus with that guy in black casual pants. This wasn't where I was supposed to get off. I followed closely behind the man in black casual pants hurrying along, the sky nearing dusk, the evening breeze a bit chilly.

Suddenly, the man in black casual pants stopped, turned around, and asked me, puzzled, "Why are you following me?" I was slightly taken aback, then immediately retorted, "Who said I was following you? Is this your property?" He was even more blunt, "Are you fucking crazy?"

I was completely enraged, my eyes wide with fury. "You guessed right, but I'm not as crazy as you, you scoundrel!"

I cursed, grabbing his collar. He hadn't expected my reaction to be so intense, so swift. He instinctively tried to dodge, but I was too fast

for him. "You idiot, what's it to you?" he continued, shouting insults as he struggled. At that moment, I simply shut my mouth, wanting to focus solely on physically assaulting him to vent my anger. However, as the argument escalated, my tongue couldn't stay still. Panting, I unleashed my verbal sparring: "You idiot, you moron, you hooligan, you filthy hooligan! I'll fucking beat you to death! You beast! Taking advantage of someone in broad daylight! You're incredibly audacious! You're much bolder than me!"

He couldn't beat me in the end, perhaps out of fear. Seeing a growing crowd, he used all his strength to break free and ran away. Watching his stumbling, disheveled appearance, I suddenly didn't want to chase him anymore. My fighting spirit gone, I straightened my clothes and wearily walked away from the clamor of voices.

I didn't care about any of that; I just wanted to get back to the No. 39 bus stop as quickly as possible. I wanted to get back to school as soon as possible; I was hungry.

I'd only taken two steps when I felt a whooshing sound behind me, like someone was chasing me. Startled, I thought it was the black casual pants retaliating again, and I whirled around. Wow, I was genuinely surprised. It was that woman with the big, cowboy-like butt!

The bus was so crowded I didn't even know when she got off. "You're amazing! Thank you for teaching that thug a lesson for me." I hadn't gotten a good look at her on the bus, but she smiled and thanked me so openly that I finally saw her. She was actually quite ordinary-looking; if it weren't for her round, firm butt, I wouldn't have noticed her at all on the street. I felt a little embarrassed. "Don't thank me. I didn't beat him up for you, and besides

, I'm a thug myself." She laughed heartily, "Don't tease me. I'm not afraid of you, you thug." I was puzzled. I wasn't teasing you, I had no intention of even trying. I stared at her, feeling very sincere. "I really am a thug, believe it or not." She laughed even harder, panting, "I've never seen anyone constantly introduce themselves as a thug."

Her breasts and laughter danced together once more. As if possessed, and with a burst of lightning speed, I suddenly reached out and pinched her bouncing breasts, then, with a serious tone and head held high, asked her, "Am I a pervert?"

She finally stopped laughing at my unexpected action, but remained calm. "You little rascal, your hands are always wandering." "Considering you hit that scoundrel, I forgive you, you little rascal." "I'm leaving."

The words had barely left her lips when she turned and walked away without looking back.

Under the streetlights, her hips swayed back and forth, drawing my gaze far, far away. Suddenly, I didn't feel hungry anymore. I wanted to catch up with her. Again, I thanked myself for my lightning speed. I suddenly appeared, my long, slender body seemingly descending from the sky, blocking her view of her ample bosom, and asked with a smile, "So, we're acquainted now?"

She laughed too—her laugh had a peculiar quality, as if masking the slight surprise I'd caused her. We're still a long way from truly knowing each other, aren't we?!

So incredibly tacky!

My enthusiasm surged. "Hehe, it's just the distance a monkey could roll around in, how far could it be!

I'm a student at Xi'an Huaxia University nearby. What about you? What do you do?" "Really? You're a university student? What year are you in? I have absolutely no recollection of you." She rattled off four questions like a machine gun, leaving me unsure which to answer first.

I said, "I'm a sophomore. With so many students, how could you possibly remember me? I'm not handsome—are you from our school too?" I began to scrutinize her closely. To be honest, if someone isn't too old, it's difficult to tell from appearance alone whether they're a university student. There are just too many university students, like the saying goes, "A big forest has all kinds of birds." Sometimes, even if someone looks ugly and dresses sloppily, they might not only be a university student, but also attend a prestigious school.

There's no way around it; the old saying is true: you can't judge a book by its cover. "Sigh! How could I be from your school? I didn't even graduate high school before I started working." Her mood subtly shifted. "I work at a restaurant not far from your school, and I've even delivered lunchboxes to your school a few times." "Oh," I nodded. "How many years have you been here? Do you know anyone here?" she asked. "Nobody knows anyone here, just a relative introduced me to this job. I've been here for almost three years." As she spoke, she tried to leave, and I panicked. To be honest, I was starting to have impure thoughts about her.

I couldn't stop my eyes from constantly glancing at her round buttocks, and I suspected she might have noticed my lewd gaze. In a moment of panic, I reached out and grabbed her plump arm. She looked at me warily. "What are you doing?" "Nothing, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" "Sigh, I have to go to work now. How can I compare to you college students?" She shook my hand off.

"Oh, let's go together then. I'll eat at your restaurant tonight, okay?" "Whatever you want, eat wherever you like." "Okay, it's settled then. Have you eaten? Do you want me to treat you?" I couldn't help but try to get closer to you.

"Forget it, no need. How could a poor student like you afford to treat me to dinner?" "I can't afford a fancy meal, but a simple meal is no problem." "We'll see. I usually eat dinner after work—don't you have classes tonight?" "I'm a sophomore now, I rarely have classes in the evening. What time do you get off work?" "I don't get off until 10 pm, that's late, isn't it?" Since it was only two or three stops away from the school, we decided to walk.

As the streetlights came on and the traffic picked up, we walked side by side, looking like we knew each other well. I couldn't help but voice the question that had been nagging at me for so long, "That time on the bus, that pervert was rubbing against your butt, didn't you know?" "I'm not stupid, how could I not know? It wasn't the first time." "Really? Then why didn't you fight back?" I was surprised. "Fight back? What's the point? There were too many people, how could I move? It wasn't a big deal." She even seemed indifferent. "Oh, what's a big deal?" "Not making money is the biggest problem." "You're obsessed with money, how old are you?" "23, so what?" "Not that old, how come you're so easygoing?" "My child is four years old, what's there to be upset about? I have to make money for my child." "I really didn't realize you still look like a young student." "I'm not old to begin with." "That's right, that's right," I echoed, but in my mind I was thinking, no wonder she's already got big breasts and a big butt, she's a mother of many children. The

tacky

restaurant, No. 4, wasn't actually very big; it would be more accurate to call it a slightly larger restaurant. I stopped at the entrance, took out a cigarette, and said, "You go in first, I'll finish mine and then I'll come over." She said okay and opened the door to go in. I was actually afraid that if a familiar classmate saw me, my thoughts would be as sharp as my eyes. I admit, she was attractive to me now, but I knew the unease lurking deep inside me.

After all, years of orthodox education had, to varying degrees, influenced me. She might not know my wandering thoughts, or perhaps she hadn't even thought about it that way; it was just me indulging in wishful thinking. Her attraction to me was simply that her appearance perfectly matched my standards of sexiness.

Smoke rose before my eyes, but that didn't make it difficult for me to see my intentions clearly. When I went in, she was already busy, serving food to customers and cleaning up the leftovers on the tables, working very hard. But my eyes were fixed on her swaying, plump buttocks, drooling with desire.

Especially when she bent over and vigorously wiped the table, her big buttocks not only stuck out high but also swayed back and forth, making my eyes gleam with lust and my little brother feel unbearably aroused. I didn't even have the heart to wait for the dumplings I ordered to be served. Ah, it was truly an endless temptation and torment.

The food finally arrived, and I ate slowly. Every time she appeared, I would nervously glance at her buttocks, watching her ever-changing, exquisite curves. She went back to the cooking area, and I continued to eat at my own leisurely pace. I wanted to wait until there were fewer people so she could have a proper chat.

At 9:30, there was still a student-looking guy eating fried noodles like a wolf. I had already drunk every last drop, soup and all, and she had the opportunity to sit opposite me. "Hey, I still don't know your name?" I asked her teasingly. "And you? I don't know your name either, right?" she giggled back.

"My name is Wang Xiaozuo," I told her truthfully. "I'm telling the truth, you can see my ID card." I pretended to take out my wallet. She smiled broadly, waved her hand, and said, "Forget it, forget it, what does it matter if it's true or not? Just call me Sister Li!" "Understand? Hehe, I really do understand you!" I laughed and joked.

"Sister Li, why don't you order something you want to eat, and then you can go home after you finish eating? It's so convenient, it's on me." Sister Li smiled. "Why are you treating me?" I asked anxiously. "Didn't we agree that I would treat you to a simple meal?" She shook her head. "Forget it, I can't accept a free meal. I have dinner at home." I couldn't hold back any longer. "Where do you live? Is your husband here too?" "I don't have a home here. I rent a place nearby. There's another woman here too; she's cooking today." "Your husband isn't here?" "He's back home taking care of the kids. He's not feeling well." "Oh," I sighed. "Do you miss him?" I smiled mischievously. "What good is missing him—why are you asking so many questions, you little brat!" She scolded me with a half-smile.

"I'm only three years younger than you, sister. I've been an adult for over two years, over 700 days, okay?" I drew out the last two words. "Why are you in such a hurry? You child, just the fact that you got into a fight shows how immature you are." "Alright, sister, you'll have plenty of time to teach me a lesson later. Let's stop here for today!

I want to take you home." Only a daring person would have the courage to stare intently into her eyes, as if I were speaking from the bottom of my heart.

"Oh, no need, no need. It's not far, we'll be there in a minute. Forget it." She seemed very determined.

My frustration began to sprout. I'm just so weak, so incredibly fragile. Today, it was only because of my boundless audacity that I was able to be so resolute. "Sister Li, I have to see you off, I absolutely have to." After saying that, I turned my head to the side.

After a silence of about seven or eight seconds, Sister Li, probably unable to resist me, patted my shoulder and said, "Okay, okay, whatever you want." I turned my head back, my eyes practically disappearing from my smile.

In the tacky

city of Xi'an at 5 or 10 pm, the crowds had thinned considerably, but the lights were still dazzling and glittering. We walked on the other side of the same road. Perhaps because we had walked this road together before, or perhaps because she was relaxed after work, or perhaps because we had spent more time together, in any case, she was more relaxed and cheerful than before, her mood had improved remarkably.

Seeing her so happy, my boundless audacity also multiplied several times over. I walked closer and closer to her, my shoulder against hers. She tensed up again. "What are you doing? Walk properly," she said, while trying to avoid me.

I forced a playful smile and feigned innocence. "Sister Li, can't you tell I like you?" "I can tell. So what if I like you? I'm married. We're not a good match." She said righteously.

"Why aren't we a good match? I think we're great!" I persisted, almost on the verge of tears.

"Not a good match is not a good match." "But I think we're great! The important thing is I like you, Sister Li, you know that, right?" I burst out with unprecedented urgency. "You're a college student, and I'm just a working person. How could we possibly be together?" "I don't think it's a big deal. We're not getting married. Why are you thinking so much, Sister Li?" Sister Li just pouted and shook her head, looking thoughtful, which made me anxious. It's true what they say, the more you rush things, the more anxious you become. "Sister Li, do you think I'm ugly?" "No, no, I just think we're not a good match." Sister Li said firmly. I thought to myself, what's wrong with that? I don't feel like I'm losing out, so why are you so excited? It's really strange. You've been a mother for years, and I'm still a virgin, and I haven't thought that much about it. Why are you doing this? I've already openly decided to give my virginity to your curvaceous and sexy body.

Thinking this, my masculine vigor finally managed to emerge, and I suddenly hugged her and kissed her chubby cheek. I was still a little hesitant to kiss her lips, wanting to see her reaction first.

She was startled and quickly broke free from me, running a few steps forward.

I saw that she was just trying to avoid me; she wasn't hitting me or yelling, and she wasn't even completely avoiding me. My young heart started pounding even harder. I caught up with her, hugged her around the waist again, and my hands eagerly roamed over her breasts. She struggled, panting, saying, "Stop it! Don't do this! I'll get angry if you keep doing this!" I completely ignored her, or rather, I couldn't care less. My desire was irresistible, and I frantically squeezed her plump, alluring buttocks with one hand. Before

I could even savor them, she almost violently pulled away. She gasped, "You're even more of a pervert than that guy on the bus! Are you even a college student?" To be honest, being scolded like that made me feel bad; my mood plummeted, and even my penis stopped puffing out so proudly.

I said hesitantly, "Sister Li, don't be angry! I really like you. You're so charming in my eyes. I think you're so beautiful and incredibly sexy, really. Sigh, didn't I tell you before? I'm a bit of a rogue, hehe. Of course I'm a college student, but I'm also a person, a man, a normal man." "I already said we're not suitable. Why are you so stubborn?" "Aren't you stubborn, sister? I said I like you, nothing else matters. I don't ask for anything else, I just want to be with you. I won't ask about anything else. Why are you still so cruel to me?" I told her what I thought were her worries and concerns, hoping to gain her initial trust.

But she still seemed doubtful. "That's not good, you're a college student, and you look quite dashing. I'm afraid you'll look down on me..." "What are you saying? As long as we're both happy, what's wrong with that? How could I possibly look down on you? You have no idea how much I adore you, really." It was the first time someone had described me as dashing, and I was flattered, even wondering if her unique aesthetic sense was genuine. But my little mood still swelled with delight. That

's just how I am; my emotions often fluctuate because of a casual remark or even a glance from someone.

She didn't say anything, just lowered her head and walked silently forward. I waited expectantly for a long time, but she just kept walking on her own, as if I didn't exist beside her.

Seeing this, my little yellow eyes darted around four or five times without blinking. If she kept walking like this, she'd be home soon, and then my little brother, who was poised to unleash his full potential tonight, would likely fail miserably.

Shakespeare

said, "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women are but actors." Everyone plays a role, yet everyone plays more than one. What role am I playing now?

I am now a frank, almost shameless, naked rogue. It has absolutely nothing to do with my school, my major, or the harmonious relationship with my dear classmates.

Augustine said, as if he were speaking for women: "I have not yet fallen in love with anyone, but I have fallen in love with love itself; I am looking for something I can love, since I have fallen in love with love." A woman's true love is "love" itself!

Balzac famously said: You must never begin a marriage with rape. Similarly, you must never begin a passionate extramarital affair with rape. If men desire eroticism, then women need flirting. Isn't flirting a kind of sensual eroticism? Of course, flirting requires patience, skill, energy, and investment. Therefore, flirting is a skill, and also a strength. Therefore, I believe rape is a sign of utter impotence, and I increasingly despise this barbaric way of having sex.

But, but, the sexy woman you so eagerly anticipate, the woman you so desperately crave, is right under your nose, less than two meters in front of you, her alluring curves constantly changing to attract you; yet you can't resort to the repulsive act of violence and force yourself on her. You've already forcibly taken a few bites of the cooked duck, and the lingering, unsatisfied feeling is even more unbearable than not having even gnawed on the bones—a true case of being caught in a dilemma.

What to do? Continue flirting? Continue seducing? Clearly, my flirting skills have considerable room for improvement. Seduction? What do I have to offer? What can I use to seduce? Such negative thoughts are disheartening. Men should be more assertive; weak men are never favored by women. That's practically a given.

I quickened my pace and caught up with Sister Li, who was also lost in thought. "Sister, what are you thinking about?" I gently placed my right hand on her soft waist. "What could I be thinking about? I'm wondering what delicious food my sis made for dinner." She giggled, as if she had already popped the delicious food into her slightly open mouth.

"Sis, are you hungry? How about I go to the nearby supermarket and buy you some snacks to tide you over? Come on, there's a Hualian Supermarket not far ahead." I hugged her slender waist tighter, and she struggled a few times—I felt reassured. Her actions conveyed to me that her resistance was more symbolic, just a woman's little bit of reserve. "

I can be home for dinner soon, do we really have to go shopping?" She clung to me, her eyes fixed on the direction of the supermarket. "You have to go, let's go!" My answer was very decisive. I practically dragged her step by step towards the supermarket. At this moment, my instincts came naturally and found an outlet.

My right arm was around her waist, and my left hand couldn't help but roughly rub her protruding breasts a few times. She pushed my hand away and complained, "What if someone sees us!" I said, "There's no one here!" I placed my right hand on her shoulder, took a couple of steps, and then stretched my hand down, my fingers landing precisely on her right breast.

I gently traced each finger along her breast. The feeling was wonderful. As she walked, she began to breathe heavily, a sound that made my penis suddenly grow larger, like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel. Her breath brushed against the back of my hand, tickling me.

I grabbed her left hand and placed it on my bulging crotch. Her hand trembled, and she abruptly turned her head, staring at me in surprise. "So big?" I nodded. "It's been this big for many years." She even tried to rub it a few more times, as if worried it wasn't real.

I whispered in her ear, "Only a big dick like that is worthy of your big ass." She shoved me away, "You pervert!" I quickly followed, letting my hands roam freely over her broad, undulating buttocks. She breathed heavily and hurried forward, trying to shake me off. I chased after her again, repeating this over and 　　over

, having a great time. The moment we entered the supermarket, I noticed a doorway next to another aisle. My heart pounded. 　　At this hour, the supermarket wasn't too crowded, and I hoped there would be a relatively secluded space. 　　I practically dragged her towards the doorway. She was a little dazed and confused, and I led her there. We opened the door and went inside. There was another door inside, leading to the stairwell, but this door couldn't be opened; it was probably locked, but there was no lock. 　　I thought the space was pretty good. Although there was a table and some messy clutter inside, it was still quite spacious—perfect for me. Thank goodness. I closed the door again and used the dirty, broken table to block it. 　　Sister Li seemed to have suddenly woken up and asked me anxiously, "What are you doing?" Seventy percent of me was no longer myself; I was completely out of control. I chuckled and said, "Sister, I really like you." As I said this, I hugged her tightly, my hands boldly making their way over her body, and then, as if catching a turtle in a jar, I took her sexy little mouth into my hungry mouth. 　　She offered another nonchalant resistance. "Aren't you afraid of being discovered?" I comforted myself, thinking, "This isn't a passageway; no one will come. It's dark outside; even if someone pressed their face against the crack in the door, they couldn't see anything." The thrill of stealing her kiss had already aroused me. I made her lean over the table, her large, provocative buttocks raised high. I touched them, pinched them, and kneaded them, indulging in wanton pleasure. 　　She moaned incoherently. I pulled down her jeans—ah, her underwear was wet; her lower body was already awash in moisture. My little brother, full of fighting spirit, stood ready, ready to pounce. "Sister, I'm going in." But she didn't react at all, just kept twisting and turning her buttocks, changing positions. 　　My little brother rubbed against her wet vulva a few times, then I thrust, and my little brother slid in. Twenty years, twenty years! This was the first time in my life that my little brother had witnessed the true face of a woman. This was truly like a fish in water. I hurriedly began my rapid, rhythmic thrusting. 　　My sister Li, who was also burning with desire from my arousal, couldn't help but scream the moment my penis entered her, then quickly covered her mouth. She turned her head and said, "Your thing is fucking huge!" I ignored her and continued to give her the most comforting pleasure through my actions. 　　I couldn't tell if it was because my penis was so robust, or because she hadn't done it in a while, but it felt incredibly tight inside. Every thrust brought us both an endless, blissful experience. She seemed to be enjoying it even more than I was; her low moans fueled my passion. I didn't know if it was due to the heat and contraction, but I knew friction generated heat, and my penis grew increasingly tight. I couldn't help but increase the frequency of my thrusts. 　　I gripped Sister Li's plump buttocks tightly, and each "slap slap" of impact sent a shiver of pleasure through my entire body. Suddenly, Sister Li began to tremble, shaking violently, which terrified me. 　　I dared not move. Sister Li turned her head, and in the dim light, I saw that her expression was terrifying. She said urgently, "Little brother, don't stop! Hurry up, move!" "I can't take it anymore, hurry!" 　　Encouraged, I continued my close encounter with Sister Li. After a while, her large buttocks began to tremble violently again, and she made moaning sounds that were quite unsettling. As time went on, my small, beady eyes adjusted to the light in the doorway, and I focused intently on the way Sister Li's plump, white buttocks were being shaped by my vigorous thrusts. 　　My penis was swelling, my desire was swelling, Sister Li's juices were flowing freely, and my passion was overflowing. I was completely immersed in the pleasure of intercourse, throwing away everything else related to humanity, such as shame, embarrassment, and a sense of decency, as far away as possible. I reckon 　　Sister 　　Li was about to reach her limit with pleasure. She was barely suppressing some kind of overwhelming ecstasy when she asked me in a low voice, "Brother, why aren't you finished yet? I can't take it anymore!" I, on the other hand, was itching all over with pleasure and just wanted to laugh. I stopped and said, "What's wrong, Sister Li? Have you had enough? I haven't had enough yet. I'm feeling incredibly good, why aren't you done?" Sister Li shook her head vigorously, panting heavily, and said, "You're really damn strong, you're killing me! I'm really done. Why are you taking so long?" I chuckled and said, "Alright, Sister, I'll get to it." I began thrusting vigorously without stopping, and suddenly I felt like the world was slipping away from me, as if I... I was no longer myself. All I could see was Sister Li's plump, fleshy buttocks, heaving with my desire; all I could hear were Sister Li's breathtaking moans and the sound of my hands slapping her buttocks with abandon. 　　Suddenly, Sister Li stood up, panting, and said, "I really can't take it anymore! Let me rub it with my breasts..." Without another word, Sister Li squatted down between my legs, using her equally enormous breasts to clamp down on my trembling penis, squeezing it forcefully. This so-called thrilling experience gave my penis and me a fresh sensation, and so began my wonderful journey through Sister Li's cleavage. 　　Perhaps Sister Li was too tired from squeezing her large breasts; seeing that I still didn't seem to be about to ejaculate, she simply began to take my rock-hard penis into her soft, panting mouth without hesitation. The sensation here was different from the previous two times; it seemed Sister Li had a real knack for it, and my penis finally felt like it was going to vomit. Looking at Sister Li's unusual expression and her trembling breasts... I felt like there was nothing left to fight for in this world. It 　　was so exciting, so exhilarating! I felt like I was about to reach the edge of a cliff leading to paradise, just waiting to plunge down three thousand feet without hesitation. It was so thrilling, so incredibly exhilarating! This went on for who knows how long, until a hot stream, like a jet of water from a water gun, shot out. Sister Li instinctively tried to block it with her hand, but it was too late. She quickly wiped it haphazardly, cursing angrily, "You fucking had your fun, but I'm the one who's suffered! Nobody's ever touched my breasts, nobody's ever touched my mouth, and you've splattered all over my face! You've really gotten your money's worth! You've killed me..." I quickly gestured for 　　her to stop, saying, "Shh, shh, sister, can you keep your voice down? Where are we? Let's go outside and talk, okay? It was consensual, and I haven't wronged you. You've had so many orgasms! I've given you my most precious first time, and what more do you want..." I was trying to reason with Sister Li, politely and respectfully, when suddenly we heard someone push open the door. Sister Li and I instantly looked at each other speechlessly, holding our breath. 　　A 　　"click" sounded, and the light in the doorway came on. The shaking made me a little dizzy. I heard a woman's voice outside: "The door's unlocked! Why can't I open it?" I must say, I reacted quickly, snapping out of my daze and back to the urgent reality. 　　While hurriedly picking up my clothes, I said to the dazed Sister Li, "Sister Li, stop standing there, hurry up and put your clothes on! Quick!" Sister Li, snapping out of her daze, was surprisingly efficient, quickly and completely putting her clothes back on. 　　Her extraordinary efficiency left me dumbfounded—my still-erect penis was hanging out of my pants, savoring the exhilarating battle—when the door was forcefully pushed open, the broken table stumbled, and fell towards Sister Li's feet, almost hitting her. 　　A woman around thirty years old appeared abruptly in front of the stunned Sister Li and me with the sound of the table falling. Judging from her attire, she was probably a supermarket cleaner; she was quite tall, with an undeniably delicate face. To be honest, she's much more stunning and has more charm than Sister Li.

Like all lecherous men, I constantly fantasize about any woman with even a hint of attractiveness, and I always meticulously observe any unfamiliar woman who appears before me. Her breasts… Suddenly, I was tugged and stumbled, then heard Sister Li's impatient voice: "What are you looking at? Put your dick away!" I realized then that my little brother was still out alone, lost and unable to find his way home. I hurriedly and frantically pulled up my pants. The cleaning lady seemed completely taken aback by this unexpected turn of events, awkwardly disoriented, unsure whether to come in or leave. She stood motionless at the door, one hand still on the partially open door. Sister Li and I also froze.

For a moment, the two women and the man stood there, staring at each other, utterly bewildered. Finally, the cleaning lady couldn't take it anymore. With an apologetic expression and attitude, she hurriedly grabbed a mop from the corner of the doorway, left without a word, and turned away without looking back, as if she, not us, had done something shameful.

I felt like I was in a dream, and Li Jie and I hurriedly walked out of the doorway and out of the supermarket, looking utterly disheveled.

"It's all your fault, you scoundrel! Making me look bad because of you! Ugh, what a damn bad luck!" As soon as we stepped outside, Li Jie began her incessant complaints and accusations. Coming to my senses, I still tried to justify myself:

"Man proposes, God disposes! Who could have predicted this? I didn't want this to happen either! She even got to see my private parts for several minutes!" "Pah! Stop talking shameless nonsense!" For some reason, having just had an affair with Li Jie, her language towards me became noticeably ruder, as if she no longer considered me a stranger. "Alright, sis, it's all in the past, let's not talk about it anymore! Anyway, nobody knows anyone, who'll even remember you in a few days! Stop thinking about it, it's just making trouble for yourself—by the way, shall I go buy you some snacks?" "Forget it!" Sister Li sighed, "I'm fucking tired, I'm going home to eat something and go to sleep, your thing is too fucking big, it's too much for me—but I like it!" I watched as Sister Li's expression suddenly changed from an angry look to a slutty look of being immersed in some kind of reminiscence, and I couldn't help but pinch her constantly wriggling big butt again, and sighed that women's hearts are truly as unfathomable as the sea.

Sister Li pushed my hand away and cursed, "You fucking haven't had enough yet, you're really fucking slutty!

How did you even finish college! Hurry up and go back to school! Come on, I'm going back too!" "Let me walk you a little further, sis, it's so late." I admit that at least 50% of my concern was fake. "Alright, alright, I'm fine. You should go back now. We'll see each other again later!" She quickened her pace as she spoke.

"We'll see each other again later," I thought to myself. Looks like I really pleased this slut; she's actually looking forward to more of me. I was overjoyed. I loved her plump, muscular body—that was a fact. My habit of knowing when to stop had never changed. I shouted, "Goodbye, Sister Li! Take care!" Then I turned and left—my mind replaying all the exciting scenes from just now, finally settling on the cleaning lady's beautiful, mature face.

[The End]

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