Spring dyes the embroidered bed

It is wise to carefully guard against beautiful flowers, lest they wander idly beyond the official walls;
bees and butterflies, drawn by their fragrance, inadvertently cause her great distress.
The story goes that during the Daoguang era of the Qing Dynasty, in Qingchi County, there lived a woman named Liu Guimei. She came from a family of scholars; her father, a learned man, ran
a small school and had her read biographies of virtuous women from a young age. Guimei was intelligent and quick to learn.
However, when she was fourteen, her mother, Zhang, fell seriously ill. Despite prolonged treatment, she remained bedridden and passed away within a few months. Father and daughter wept bitterly, then helped
her body into the coffin and made all the necessary arrangements.
One day, the father pondered, "When he was home, my mother and I could take care of him. Now that he's staying at his house, he's all alone, and life will be hard. If he stays with the neighbors, he might not
learn anything properly, which would be undignified. If I stay home, I can't take care of him properly. What should I do?"
He thought and thought, but still couldn't come to a conclusion. He then considered giving his daughter away to someone else.
But then he thought again, this respectable family would never give his daughter away as a maid. If he gave her away as a daughter, who would be willing to feed and support her? And who would she be given as part of her dowry? Thinking this way, it would be simpler to just give her away as a wife.
Having made up his mind, the father inquired around for a suitable family.
One day, he met a matchmaker from the east village and asked her to help him with this matter. The matchmaker was quite diligent and searched for several days before returning with a message: "In Huishui, there is a widow who
runs a shop. Her surname is Zhou and her given name is Zhao. She has a son named Zhao. [The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.]" Upon hearing this, Liu's father was eager to give his daughter away, disregarding family background and failing to investigate the widow Zhou's character. He only accepted a few taels of silver and intended to
marry his daughter, Guimei.
Guimei had foreseen this a few days earlier. Having just left her mother, how could she bear to part with her benefactor father? Liu's father gently persuaded her, saying, "I have no other choice but to give you
away at such a young age. You must be obedient and listen to your mother-in-law's teachings. Don't upset her, and I will be at ease. Zeng Tong is about your age; I doubt he will make
things difficult for you every day. Just go with peace of mind."
After sending her to the widow Zhou's house, he said to her, "My daughter is an orphan, uneducated, and very young. Please, mother, treat her as your daughter. Not only will I be
grateful, but my wife will also be at peace in the afterlife."
After sending his daughter away, Liu's father went to the school.
However, this widow had some shortcomings: Previously, her husband had supported the shop, spending all his time inside, never leaving the premises. He only provided tea and meals, rarely seeing anyone. But when her
husband fell ill and couldn't manage, and their son Zeng Tong was still young, she had no choice but to work as a caretaker, out of shame and embarrassment. Later, after her husband died, she wanted to pawn the shop, but couldn't bear
to give up such a business. Giving it away was difficult, and she had no other means of livelihood, so she had to continue working as a caretaker, showing her face to customers.
Now she was around thirty, and when she encountered mature customers, knowing she was a widow,
she would avoid suspicion. But those young men, especially the more frivolous ones, would inevitably try to seduce her with words and flirtatious
gestures. The widow, Zhou, initially found this strange, but gradually became accustomed to it and began to flirt as well. Seeing her actions, people teased her even more.
How could she, with her youthful nature and fickle nature, resist? As the poem says: "
Everyone gathers happily, but I alone suffer from this separation."
I recall the beginning of our tender love, the initial moments of passionate indulgence.
The silver lamp flickered and laughed, Luo Nong blushed and revealed her true self!
Her cheeks were flushed like hibiscus blossoms, her heart tinged with the pink of willow branches in spring!
Why the rush of an empty room?
I think of that widow, lamenting the flowers and the moon, the rainy nights and dusks, how hard it is to pass the time! She wants to remarry, but fears ridicule; children, husband, and household affairs are easy to manage, why not remain a widow? But if she must remain a widow,
how can she endure the long, endless years? During the day, she thinks of her late husband, and cannot help but pour out her sorrows and weep bitterly at his grave; at night, she thinks of him, and will surely pound her pillow and beat the bed, gritting her teeth, tossing
and turning, sighing and weeping!
Perhaps it was fate, for one day a merchant named Wang Daoyu, from Jingzhou, came. He was wealthy and often did business in Huishui. Daoyu had stayed at Widow Zhou's shop for many years
, but had never met her. Only after the shop owner passed away did he finally meet Widow Zhou.
Upon meeting him, seeing his handsome and charming appearance, she was also moved and specially bought him some floral knee-length trousers, which the widow accepted with a blush.
Wang Daoyu, a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters, seeing this, knew she was interested and became bolder. He lived in the upper floor of the building in front, deliberately avoiding people and instead moving closer to the widow.
One night, unable to sleep, Wang Daoyu muttered to himself in his room. He got up, lit a lamp, opened the window, and sang some private love songs to entice her.
Meanwhile, the widow, who was sewing shoe soles in the next room, heard the sound and was already aroused. She stopped her work and pressed her ear to the crack in the door, listening intently, her heart pounding.
Seeing no movement from next door, yet with the light on, Daoyu decided to investigate. He quietly pushed open the door and crouched down in the corridor. At that moment, Widow Zhou was peering through her open
door. Suddenly seeing a figure appear and hearing the noise from the neighboring room cease, she understood most of the situation—the merchant had arrived. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.
Daoyu mustered his courage and pushed open the widow's door. He saw her sitting in the gatehouse, her cheeks rosy, her eyes expressive, holding a shoe sole, motionless. He
said to the widow, "Mother, may I have a bowl of tea?"
The widow smiled and said, "You can get tea here?"
Daoyu laughed, "Yes, I can!"
He then stepped forward and snatched the red shoe sole from the widow's hand, saying, "What kind of satin is this? I'll bring you a piece tomorrow."
The widow said, "You already received so much the other day, how... " "Dare you take it again?"
Dao Yu said, "My dear mother, what if I don't take it? Are you afraid I'll ask for it back? I have no such intention, but taking it is fine. In fact, even if I were to ask for it back, it wouldn't be as good as silk,
what if it gets on my body?"
After saying this, he chuckled, measured the sole of the shoe with his fingers, and said, "Truly three inches and three-tenths of an inch." He
then weighed it in his hand and said, "Truly a fine piece!"
The widow was afraid that someone would see her and that it would be indecent for outsiders to see, so she tried to snatch it , but Dao Yu had already hidden it in his sleeve. He took the opportunity to pull the widow into his arms and kissed her hard.
The widow did not say anything, letting him rub his face all over her, and for a moment her blood rushed. She had not touched that thing for a long time, and today she was thirsty and could not bear it. She reached out to touch his penis. Little did she
know that Yu had already aroused his anger, and that thing actually stood up straight. The widow picked up the gun and laughed, "It's so long and big, much bigger than my late husband's. Do
n't be impatient , let me have some fun with it."
Daoyu had thought this widow would be shy and timid, but who knew she was so passionate! He freed one hand and dug it into the woman's crotch, touching her smooth, plump, and tight
member . His five fingers were wet, sticky, and hot, which was quite amusing.
The two of them then each had one hand free to embrace, and the other hand to play with that part. Suddenly, the widow let out a "humming" sound. It turned out that Daoyu had extended his middle finger inside her.
With each thrust, he made a pumping motion, how could he resist? He said, "Let's get into bed and enjoy ourselves slowly, shall we?"
Dao Yu didn't answer, but picked up the widow and carried her to the bed.
Once there, the widow lifted the bed curtains, and Dao Yu released her, tossing her onto the bed. He quickly stripped off his clothes and crouched inside the curtains.
The widow, seeing Dao Yu's penis, its tip red and round like an egg, was already aroused. She touched it with her fingers and said, "So lovely! I
've never seen anything like it in my life! You should really have your way with me this once, then my life won't have been in vain!"
She then pulled down her trousers. Her thin shirt had already been undone by Dao Yu, revealing her full breasts. Dao Yu couldn't wait any longer. He pushed the widow onto the bed, spread
her legs , and pounced on her like a hungry tiger.
The widow stretched out her slender fingers, grasped his penis, and guided it inside. The penis grew even thicker, so large that it couldn't be wrapped around with one hand. Overjoyed,
she moaned , "Sweetheart! Hurry up! I'm dying of itching!"
Dao Yu then exerted force, and with a "plop," thrust it in all the way, exclaiming, "Interesting! Interesting! It's so warm inside. My soul is pounding!"
The widow said, "My flower is truly lovely, you must thrust hard!" Dao Yu, busy thrusting, replied, "I'm hitting it, watch me smash it to pieces!"
With that, he suddenly exerted force, and after only a few rounds, the widow felt a surge of pleasure throughout her body, thinking, "I'm so happy!"
The widow's body writhed violently, her voice soft and delicate, moaning incessantly! Daoyu thrust and pounded forcefully, shaking the building slightly. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and the widow
writhed swayed, her vaginal fluids gushing forth. Her limbs trembled, and she thought to herself, "Since I married, I've been with many men, but never have I experienced such pleasure! If I could
enjoy this merchant's delight forever, wouldn't that be wonderful?" She then whispered to Daoyu, "Day and night, you can come here and enjoy yourself with me!"
After several vigorous thrusts, about three thousand times, Daoyu finally ejaculated. The widow, ecstatic, closed her eyes and swayed her limbs, her lotus feet erect, her fluids flowing freely—a blissful experience beyond compare. The two
embraced, and seeing that it was already past midnight, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
As dawn broke, her son, Zeng Tong, called from next door, waking the widow. She then heard Dao Yu muttering, "I've fallen! I've fallen!"
He was dreaming of teasing her. Hearing this, the widow, overcome with desire, forgot her son's cries and climbed onto Dao Yu's crotch.
Dao Yu, a deep sleeper, still couldn't wake up immediately after the night's commotion. Feeling something heavy pressing down on him, he assumed it was a dream and muttered, "It's too late! It's too late!
Hurry up and put it in!"
The widow gripped his iron-like penis tightly, rubbing it incessantly. Dao Yu was burning with anxiety in his dream. In his haste, he awoke to find the widow straddling
his waist. He said, "I enjoyed myself once, then suffered in my dream, and now it feels like ants crawling on my heart. How can I wait any longer?"
Seeing his reaction, the widow laughed, "You're so useless! Look how thirsty you are! Fine! Let me quench your thirst!"
With that, she took her manhood, aimed it at her flower, and thrust down, penetrating her completely, spraying fluids everywhere. But she used too much force and couldn't breathe.
Seeing no movement for a while, Daoyu couldn't wait any longer. He flipped her over and pinned her down, thrusting up and down. The widow groaned and cried out, "Harder!" Daoyu
pumped forcefully, disregarding her delicate flower and tender flesh.
The widow, still suffering from the previous thrust, pleaded, "My lord, have no mercy! Please allow me some leniency. If you continue, I cannot bear it."
Dao Yu, however, showed no mercy. He thought to himself, "I'll take advantage of this opportunity to make him suffer, so I can indulge myself fully in the future." He
let her be, adding his own techniques. Her lower body, unable to withstand the onslaught, begged and pleaded, but Dao Yu ignored her. He thrust deeply and relentlessly, leaving the
widow exhausted and pale.
As the fluids became sticky and slippery, the widow began to experience pleasure, thinking, "This is truly the greatest pleasure in life, indescribably delightful."
"I'll plant the seed with ruthless intent, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash my power."
Just then, his son from the next room cried out again, "Mother, Mother, where is Mother?"
Dao Yu, hearing the neighbor's urgent cries, feared he would give himself away and cause trouble later. He hastily pulled out over five hundred strokes and threw them away. At this moment, the widow, already dazed from the ordeal,
forced herself to sit up, and the two finished dressing.
Widow Zhou slipped out through a side door at the back of Dao Yu's house, circled around, and finally reached her son's room. But that's another story. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.
Chapter Two: The Amorous Man's Secret Encounters
A poem says:
Who wouldn't rejoice at the sight of beauty, waiting for dawn to ignite a passionate encounter;
especially one of such refined taste, how could he bear to sit alone in an empty pavilion?
At dawn, Daoyu went to the satin shop and bought a piece of honey-colored silk, a piece of white silk, and some fine silk thread. He wrapped them in paper and also found two snow-white,
round . He wrapped the two beads together, put them in his sleeve, and returned to the shop, intending to take them to the main hall for his passenger.
A short while later, Guimei followed Zeng Tong out of the shop.
Daoyu slipped into the main hall. Widow Zhou, startled by his sudden intrusion, was startled. Daoyu then took out the silk handkerchief and said, "I've come today to deliver what you promised yesterday!"
Widow Zhou deliberately ignored him, bowing her head and saying, "I dare not accept this; no need for your trouble!"
Daoyu said, "Mother, I bought this especially. If you don't accept it, what am I supposed to do? Giving a gift away is not malicious."
The widow said, "I absolutely will not accept this silk handkerchief. Just return the red soles of my shoes from yesterday."
Daoyu said, "A pair isn't urgent." He then threw the silk handkerchief at the woman. The woman, already aroused, put the thrown item into her sleeve and said, "Not returning it?
I'll have my younger sister climb down from the beam and steal it."
"Thank you! Thank you!" Daoyu didn't care whether the woman meant it or not; he took it seriously.
That night, Daoyu entered the room and carefully examined it. He saw that the side room was a three-bay structure with pillars, and the beams were hollow, allowing him to climb over.
Daoyu eagerly awaited the evening, then sneaked into the room. After a while, he heard the widow go upstairs, her son reading his evening lessons, and her daughter-in-law doing needlework.
As the night was about to begin, the son fell asleep, the maidservant and younger sister also went to sleep, and the widow blew out the lamp and went to
bed. After a while, there was no movement. Daoyu quietly climbed onto the beam. Being a fat man, he endured it for a while, feeling utterly exhausted. Just as he was about to get down, his younger sister, Guimei, got up to relieve herself, so he had to shrink back. After a short pause, Guimei went back into the tent. Daoyu squatted down
on the side of the bed with one leg tucked in. As soon as he turned around, his body lurched on the floorboards. He heard Zeng Tong wake up in a fright and say, "What's moving?"
The woman already knew what was going on and said, "Nothing's moving. It's probably just a cat looking out."
Daoyu had no choice but to squat in the dark and dare not move again. After a while, he heard Zeng Tong snoring again and went out to feel his way to the bedside. The son woke up again and said, "It seems like
someone was moving around."
The widow said, "Who would have entered the room at night?"
The son said again, "Perhaps a thief."
The widow replied, "No such thing! Why make such a fuss?" Unexpectedly, Zeng Tong was quite insistent and ordered his younger sister to light the lamp. Dao Yu, hearing this, tried to pull
his hand back, but the widow raised her voice and angrily shouted, "What's going on in the house? [The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.]" Gui Mei had already woken up, but upon hearing her mother-in-law's words, she remained silent and did not light a lamp. Dao Yu turned around again and moved towards the bedside. He then heard the widow say, "With you
two around, you're restless and disturbing everyone's sleep. Tomorrow, you should both sleep on the east bed. I'll have some peace and quiet by myself."
At this moment, Dao Yu understood that she was speaking to him, so he mustered his courage, crept to the widow's bedside, and entered the bed curtains.
The widow's bed was placed opposite Gui Mei's and the child's bed, quite far apart, one on the east side and the other under the west window. Seeing this prodigal son's
audacity was both worried and restless.
But Dao Yu had already rolled into her arms, and the two embraced tightly.
Knowing that the child and Gui Mei were not yet asleep, the two could only lie down and snuggle together, exerting themselves together. Although they could not fully satisfy their desires, it was still much more pleasurable than the lovers next door.
A moment later, the sound of a child snoring could be heard, followed by Gui Mei's snoring. Seeing that the time was ripe,
Dao Yu gently turned over and got up. The widow, understanding his intention, had already spread her legs wide, waiting for his thick, hard penis to enter her vagina. Although Dao Yu was impatient, he didn't rush to insert it. He simply stretched out his left hand,
moved it to her vagina, and then gently pulled it out. The widow let out a strange "humph," pretending to whisper, "You beast, you'll die a horrible death!"
Dao Yu knew she couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to tease her further. So he grabbed one of the woman's hands and placed it on his penis, letting her rub it. The widow couldn't wait any longer,
fiddling moaning.
Seeing this, Daoyu felt pity for the widow's unbearable pain, and also because he himself had been vomiting for some time. So he leaned closer to the opening and thrust harder, but only half of his penis went
in. He tried again but couldn't go in any further and exclaimed, "Why can't it go all the way in?" The widow didn't answer. Daoyu suspected that the door was too tight, but there was clearly no such obstacle last night. He figured it must be his doing
. So he mustered all his strength, arched his back, and thrust in again. He heard a "ouch!" and the widow's vulva was already very high. She thrust in and out with all her might, making lewd
noises
, Daoyu rolled over and pulled out his penis, lying on his back. Although his large, hot thing, five or six inches long, was still erect, the widow lifted herself up between her legs and went in, completely
enveloping him. Daoyu held his plump buttocks with his hands, and as he rose and fell, the widow on top, squatting and thrusting, she continued to do this for a while.
Immediately, Daoyu flipped over again, pinning the woman beneath him. He lifted her tiny feet and reached out to caress her glistening vulva, playing with it for a while until a soft "
humming . Then he leaped on top of her, pulling and tugging wildly, the sounds of their bodies squelching and smacking filling the air.
At this moment, the two had completely forgotten about the two children inside, only concerned with their own pleasure. The widow cried out in unending ecstasy, whispering, "Sweetheart, do it to me a little longer, you
're killing me."
She moaned and panted, her movements wild and unrestrained.
Just as the two were reaching the point of ecstasy, they suddenly heard a long gasp from the child. Daoyu, fearing the child would wake up and notice, stopped. Instantly, Zeng Tong asked, "Is it...?" The room fell silent. The widow didn't answer. Her vagina was burning with unbearable heat. The erect penis plunged in, hitting her very core, yet remained motionless. Who could resist?
The widow gently lifted her vulva, and Daoyu carefully lowered himself. After over a hundred thrusts, he finally ejaculated.
Both were already weak and limp. Without even wiping their vulvas and penises, they lay down face to face, their bodies intertwined. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.
Chapter Three: Drunkenness Leads to Great Mistakes
A poem says:
"Red-faced Chang'e reflects in the blue clouds, peach blossoms on horseback, pomegranate skirt.
" Last time, we recounted how the widow and Daoyu slept in each other's arms. It was past midnight, and both were exhausted. Daoyu's snoring was thunderous. The woman was drowsy, but Daoyu's
rough breathing tickled her ears and made her restless. She feared... The snoring disturbed the child and Guimei, so she placed her fingers on his penis and twisted it hard. Daoyu woke up with a start, then
understood the reason. He dared not sleep again, and they lay down with their legs intertwined. Nothing more
was said that night. When dawn broke, the child and Guimei were still asleep in the tent. Daoyu then slipped out of bed and returned to the next room. Thinking of the passionate night before, he
couldn't sleep for a moment. He washed his face and left the inn.
As Daoyu walked, he pondered. This woman usually liked to take advantage of others, so why was she like this? What should he find to give her tonight, and share some sweetness with her?
He came to a silver shop, took out one tael of silver, called over the shopkeeper, and said, "Make two and a half qian rings, and a seven qian antique hairpin." He looked at the sample gold and
watched it being made.
Unexpectedly, he couldn't sleep that night and dozed off. The silversmith, seeing that he was a stranger, tampered with the hairpin, making it hollow and short by a tael of silver. After finishing, he weighed it again
and said, "Look, it's not short by a tael." Daoyu looked at the hairpin and was very pleased, thinking that if he gave it to that woman that night, he would surely please her. He wasn't afraid of not giving her enough to satisfy her. He
looked up at the silversmith and seemed to think something was wrong. He quickly asked to weigh it again and found that it was three taels too much.
Daoyu became suspicious and said, "The design is not good. Make it into a lotus flower head instead."
The silversmith said, "I can't destroy the finished product. I'm afraid I can't make it again. I'm angry and can't obey!"
Daoyu insisted that the fellow do it and said , "You must make it. I'll pay you myself."
Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, the craftsman's face turned angry and he said, "Come back tomorrow if you want it made." Daoyu picked up the hammer and smashed the hairpin open, and saw the broken silver scattered out.
Seeing this, Daoyu flew into a rage and wanted to take him to the authorities. The craftsman said, "It's welding flux."
Daoyu said, "Does welding flux have to be inside a hairpin? That doesn't make sense. I must see the authorities."
Two neighbors came over and offered him wine, promising to apologize and not to go to the authorities. After much persuasion, Daoyu reluctantly agreed. The two men took him to a tavern for three
cups of wine as an apology and a silver plating.
Daoyu was sullen about the incident and didn't say anything. The two neighbors encouraged him and drank several more cups of wine until he was completely drunk.
Meanwhile, Widow Zhou got up very early, made up a separate bed for her son, and also made up another bed for Guimei. In the evening, she told her son to study there, and she
cleaned her bed in her room, burned incense, and waited for Daoyu to come at midnight.
At first, the widow stood alone by the window, a single lamp lit, feeling restless and anxious. Her son, daughter-in-law, and maid were all asleep, but the prodigal son still hadn't arrived, so she had no choice but to go to sleep fully clothed
.
At the second watch of the night, she heard a knock at the door, guessing it was the thief Wang returning.
She hurriedly got up and went outside. Reaching the courtyard gate, she felt her way in and a man stumbled in, startling the widow who took a step back. By the moonlight, she recognized him; it was indeed the
man.
Daoyu was dead drunk, sprawled on the ground.
The widow knelt to help him up, but then a man vomited all over him. The widow, disregarding the stench of alcohol, struggled to pull him to his feet.
But Dao Yu was unconscious, and the woman couldn't move him. So she called her servant, A Xi, for help. The two of them managed to drag the drunkard into the room. A Shan went to rest.
The woman, seeing the man's drunken state, was not about to leave. The
widow ignored her and returned to her own room, fuming. It was past midnight, but she still couldn't close her eyes, her teeth grinding together. She was both angry and annoyed! Annoyed that
her drinking had led to this, and annoyed that she hadn't had the good fortune to enjoy it.
Meanwhile, Dao Yu woke up in the middle of the night, filled with regret. He had slept for a while, but the beautiful scene kept swirling in his mind, how could he rest? So he got up and straightened his clothes. Suddenly he
heard a knocking on the door. He thought it was the widow and said, "I knew you were coming, I've been waiting for you."
The door was ajar, and he could push it open, but there was no movement for a long time. A moment later, a neighbor's voice came: "Going to a brothel?"
Daoyu had no choice but to go back to bed, as if startled awake from a dream, and said, "Thank you! I'm not feeling well, I've already gone to sleep."
He declined repeatedly, but didn't get up. The man left. Having just been embraced in this guest room, Daoyu was quite aroused. He got up and went to the attic, gently climbing
up . It was pitch black, and he didn't care. He let go and landed in the widow's room.
Daoyu stood against the wall, listening carefully. He knew that the young man and his wife had already moved out, so he mustered his courage and crept towards the edge of the widow's bed. The widow had already noticed, and her anger had
subsided considerably. She pretended to be asleep, but spread her legs wide, waiting for him to come and do as he pleased.
Daoyu didn't say a word, stripped himself naked, crawled into the mattress, and whispered, "My dear, enjoy yourself!"
There was no reply. He pushed her with his hand, but she wouldn't wake up. Dao Yu, aroused, inserted his member into her vagina, gently thrusting in and out. The widow moaned and laughed in her sleep. Dao Yu then thrust
wildly again, and the widow, as if thirsting for water, clung to him, scolding, "Who are you? How dare you!"
Dao Yu didn't answer, smiling as he withdrew his member and tried to get off the bed, but the widow quickly grabbed him, saying, "Where are you going? Don't tease me like that!"
Dao Yu laughed, "At such a crucial moment, you're bothering me." He lifted the widow's legs and performed the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. The widow cried out, "Well done!"
Dao Yu, his lust raging, hoisted Little Golden Lotus onto his shoulder, aimed precisely at the opening, and thrust in and out with great force. The widow, her feet dangling from Dao Yu's back, cried, "Darling, the inside is indescribably beautiful;
I how much is still inside." Dao Yu, knowing she was referring to her flower-like heart, said, "Two inches, and even more so, yet to be entered." The widow said, "Quickly, go all the way in, and see what it's like!"
Dao Yu thrust in completely, leaving no room for hesitation. The widow cried out, "Darling, the inside is exquisite!" She then shook her body, and Dao Yu thrust heavily... As he thrust, the widow softly cried out, "Don't move,
my head is pounding." Daoyu ignored her. After more than two hundred thrusts, the woman cried out again, "Good sir, you're killing me with pleasure!" Daoyu paused for a moment, and the widow grew impatient, her eyes closed
, teeth clenched, and her breathing shallow. Daoyu was overjoyed, suspecting she was itchy inside, yet she remained motionless. After a while, the widow could no longer endure it and made Daoyu lie on his back, placing her vulva against him
. He straddled her, thrusting in and out, changing his handkerchief five times, until the fourth watch of the night. Daoyu then leaned over her from behind and thrust over three hundred times.
The widow was already flushed and blue, and after five or six hundred thrusts, Daoyu ejaculated profusely and lay on one side of the bed. The widow was not yet satisfied. She wiped her manhood clean with a handkerchief, rested her head on Daoyu's
lap, pressed her face against his penis, and sucked on it. His penis became erect again, and Daoyu rolled over and thrust in again, this time with even greater vigor. The widow was alluring and unrestrained. In less than a moment,
they both ejaculated. After several nights of passion, she found it hard to part, as evidenced by the poem: "
A cup of wine for a moment, the passion of love, ruined years of bamboo and pine heart."
To know what tomorrow brings, please read the next chapter.
Chapter Four: The Widow Spying on the Bridal Chamber .
The poem reads: "We knew we
were not alike in our flowery attire, enjoying the fragrance and dew of the deep night. " As
dawn broke, fearing their son would discover them, they dared not continue their revelry. Daoyu dressed and got out of bed, still peeking over the wall.
This continued night after night for over three months, and the widow Zhou acquired no less than a hundred pieces of clothing from him. When it was time for her to leave, she was filled with reluctance, bidding farewell with tears, promising to return in three or four months.
Meanwhile, in Jingzhou, there lived a woman named You, who had a son not yet fifteen. The family was harmonious. You was a chaste woman, and Daoyu, who traveled far and wide to run his business
, knew her hardships and loved her dearly, always treating her well when she returned. Sometimes Daoyu would only return once every three or five months. Madam You had never kept a lover. Her young son, Wang Si,
attended the neighborhood school and was often troublesome. Madam You sighed deeply, thinking: "Without his father's guidance, he would be like this!" She waited for Dao Yu to return so she could tell him, then put aside her business and
carefully teach the boy.
That day, Dao Yu returned from Huishui.
Upon entering the house, Madam You greeted him from afar, but before she could express her longing, she hurriedly carried the large and small packages into the house. Opening them one by one, she found an unfinished red women's shoe sole.
Shocked, she angrily exclaimed, "You must have been a prostitute! Wait for me to deal with you!"
Seeing this, Dao Yu knew things were bad and tried to explain, but couldn't utter a word.
Madam You wouldn't allow him to argue. She grabbed a wood-chopping knife and chopped up the red shoe sole. In an instant, shredded cloth flew everywhere. Dao Yu was terrified and kept begging for mercy, "
Just this once, I'll never do it again."
Madam You was already in tears, threw down the knife, and began scratching herself. Daoyu pleaded and begged, and the woman, her heart softening, forgave him. She stopped making
a
scene, but forbade him to leave the house again. The young boy, already quite sensible, watched Wang Si from the side, secretly amused. When Madam You mentioned disciplining the boy, Daoyu had to try his best to teach him, but the boy, being older, wouldn't listen
and even argued back.
Madam You, seeing this, felt heartbroken, blaming herself for spoiling him since childhood; how could she tolerate this now? So she had no choice but to let him be.
Meanwhile, the widow, having seen Daoyu off, had been alone for half a year. She had promised to return in three or four months, but more than six months had passed, and she still hadn't seen him! Her heart
was filled with unbearable , and none of the customers at the brothel were to her liking. She could only sigh!
As the saying goes, "Better to have nothing than to have nothing." Having eaten wild food and lost face, she couldn't resist. She had no choice but to find a few short-term customers to spend
the night , but none of them were as satisfying as Daoyu! The neighbors, however, noticed and spread the word. The widow, knowing she was both physically and mentally exhausted, paid no heed to
their gossip.
Now, back to Liu the scholar. He had only just realized he had sent his daughter, Guimei, to this widow's home, having heard the widow's rumors and fearing his daughter
would be influenced by them.
When Guimei first entered the house, the widow pitied her as a motherless woman and truly cherished her. She provided for her food and clothing, dressing her up like a beautiful flower. People outside said, "Widow Zhou has found a new
husband."
Guimei was gentle, elegant, obedient, and extremely filial; how could Widow Zhou not like her? A few months earlier, the widow had been having an affair with Daoyu. Although her son, Zeng
Tong, was unaware, her daughter, being observant, had already noticed Guimei's presence. Every time she saw the shadows of that pavilion moving at night, her heart would tremble with fear, and her face would turn red all day the next day. She would
lower her head , afraid that they would know her true feelings.
At night, she would lie in bed with her curtains drawn, unable to sleep a wink. She resented
Zeng Tong for being ignorant of worldly pleasures, and knowing the long nights would be unbearable, she couldn't help but sigh and lament. As time went on, seeing that her mother-in-law showed no sign of restraint, she turned a blind eye, pretending not to know or see. The widow, knowing she was in the wrong, tried to appease her and keep her silent.
She didn't assign him heavy work.
Behind the house was an open space with an ancient plum tree and various flowers, which he could freely plant and play in.
Before long, the two boys turned sixteen and had grown up. By this time, Liu Xuejiu had passed away, and she had arranged for several relatives to marry him. They were a truly beautiful young couple, as the poem says
:
"A beautiful woman with green hair, a handsome man with rosy cheeks,
like two lotus blossoms in the pond, like two mandarin ducks floating on the waves."
After their marriage, they were initially very lively. However, two years ago, because her son was an eyesore, the widow Zhou had sent him to stay at the school, so he was unaware of many things at home. Now
, because she was at home as a married woman, and seeing her son and daughter-in-law's lively wedding, she herself felt very warm inside, often acting coquettishly and flirting with guests, which was quite
unbearable.
One night, in early summer, the widow couldn't bear it any longer. Seeing her son and daughter-in-law enter the house and close the door, she got up and went upstairs to her son's window. She stuck out her tongue and poked a hole in the window lattice,
peeking inside.
Inside the room, on the bed, two little figures sat crouching, both naked. Gui Mei took a cup of fragrant tea and offered it to the little boy with both hands, saying, "Please have some tea."
The little boy said, "You try it first." Gui Mei smiled and took half a sip. The little boy took it and drank it, then sat up and asked Gui Mei, "Can you sleep now?" Gui Mei nodded and was about to
turn off the light when the little boy stopped her, saying, "What's so great about seeing this? You need to be careful!"
The widow held her breath, licked her lips, and watched the pleasure unfold.
She saw that the little boy's penis was thin and short, which displeased her, but she had no choice. The little boy rubbed it against her vulva, and the woman opened her mouth slightly,
her face red and swollen, perhaps aroused. After a while, she couldn't hold on any longer and pressed against him tightly. The little boy inserted his penis, but because it was too short, the woman thrust forward forcefully to
achieve pleasure.
The two of them swayed back and forth, quite amusing. The widow watched, her heart burning with desire. She reached inside and inserted her finger into her vagina, parting the labia. This little touch caused
an immediate itch inside. She plunged her finger in all the way, thrusting in and out, thinking to herself, "My tight little thing is being left unattended, what a waste!"
Looking further in, she saw the boy lying on his back on the bed, the daughter-in-law straddling his waist, the boy motionless below. This greatly distressed the man on top. The girl's vagina was burning and itchy;
how could she bear such pain? Unable to resist, she kissed the boy. The boy held on tightly, and the daughter-in-law shook him violently. The boy couldn't resist and fell backward,
ejaculating spontaneously.
Just then, the daughter-in-law said, "Look at you like this, how can I enjoy you?"
The boy didn't answer, and after a while, he fell fast asleep. The daughter-in-law, unable to satisfy herself, still tried to manipulate the small penis by lamplight, hoping it would become erect again. But alas, the penis seemed lifeless,
limp and useless. Helpless, Guimei sighed and went to sleep.
Seeing this, the widow thought to herself, "If the boy is useless, how can the daughter-in-law endure it?" She figured the boy was still young and wouldn't be like this in the future, so she didn't need to think too much about it and quietly
went downstairs.
Meanwhile, the widow, ever since seeing the two young men making love, couldn't control herself. During the day, she flirted with the lodgers, but alas, her affections were unrequited. The lodgers
had come and gone in a hurry lately, none of them knowing her secret!
One day, the young son, Zeng Tong, asked his wife, "Mother, if you continue like this, I'm afraid the shop will go bankrupt. What should we do?"
Gui Mei smiled but didn't answer. The young son was very annoyed, thinking that he was from a scholarly family, and it was unseemly for his mother to be out in the business.
One day, he said to his mother, "This family relies entirely on you, but running an inn is very tiring. Why don't we close it down and have Ah Xi open another kind of shop, so
you ?"
The widow, upon hearing this, angrily said, "Where did you get this wealth? As the saying goes, it's better to catch a familiar fish than a wild one. How can you give up this business and find another one? I guess my daughter-in-law is afraid of hard work and came up with
this idea."
The young son just said, "It's none of your business," and left.
From then on, the widow and Gui Mei were at odds. She insisted that Gui Mei take care of things in the kitchen, while she herself sat in the main hall, insisting that Gui Mei bring her water and other necessities. If she was even slightly negligent, she would
scold and berate her.
Dao Yu was kept at home by Madam You all day and was not allowed to go out. After several years, the family had become poor. Although their young son, Wang Si, was under the control of his parents, his temperament was hard to change, and he wandered around outside
all day . Seeing this, Madam You could not help but sigh. One day, Dao Yu took the opportunity to say, "Why don't you let me go back to that business, so that we can make ends meet?"
Madam You thought about it carefully for several days. She thought that if this continued, she would not be able to find a solution, so she had no choice but to let him go. She
said
, "You may go. I will never forget the hatred of the red-soled shoes. Keep yourself pure and remember that. I will take care of the child. Don't worry about him." Dao Yu was secretly delighted when he heard this. He quickly gathered the money, chose an auspicious day, and set off.
That day, Widow Zhou happened to be sitting idly in the hall when a man stepped into the shop. She rose to greet him, only to discover it was the lodger she had been longing for. She hadn't seen
Dao Yu for years, and today he looked even more dashing. Her heart was filled with joy, yet she also harbored resentment, sighing, "I thought you were dead!"
Dao Yu smiled obsequiously, "I'm not dead, how could I bear to leave you?"
The widow quickly led Dao Yu to the back room. As they were talking, Gui Mei brought out tea for her mother-in-law. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.
Chapter Five: Two Adulterers, Separated for a Long Time, Like Newlyweds .
A poem reads:
"I often think of raising both limbs, I often imagine half an arm lying across.
Deep in the green marsh, I wander along the secluded stream."
Last time, we mentioned that the widow and Dao Yu were sitting opposite each other in the back room, about to reminisce about their separation, when Gui Mei brought tea for her mother-in-law. Seeing someone else, she tried to pull her feet away.
The widow said, "This is Wang Daoyu, an old customer. Why not come and see him? What's with the attitude! You've been quite grown up these past two years, have you forgotten?" Daoyu looked up and
saw that the woman had crescent-shaped eyebrows, her hair was styled in a new cloud-like updo, her cherry lips were like half a grain of cinnabar, and her teeth were like a row of jade. Her silk robe was light and she looked delicate and beautiful, like a flower in full bloom in the spring breeze. She raised her eyebrows and
smiled, her eyes sparkling like autumn waves reflecting the moonlit night. She was truly:
a beautiful woman, like a fairy from the Xiang River!
Daoyu stared intently, and after a while, Guimei blushed slightly. He then recovered and quickly bowed deeply, his head touching the ground. Her feet were small and
straight, even better than those of the widow Zhou. He was moved, but since it was their first meeting, he couldn't bear to leave her alone. So he said, "I have such a beautiful woman in this shop, how come I
've never seen her before?"
The widow replied, "I just got married to my son, so it's normal that we haven't seen each other for the past few years. You'll see soon enough." She
then chuckled, and Guimei blushed deeply. She turned and slipped out of the side room, closing the door behind her.
The widow and Daoyu chatted and laughed for a while, then the widow took some wine from the kitchen, and the two drank together. After three cups, Daoyu was slightly tipsy and laughed, "It must
be fate . Do you remember that red shoe sole?" The widow replied, "How could I forget? Just ask if you brought it today?" Daoyu said, "It's long gone."
Daoyu then recounted in detail how Madam You discovered the shoe sole in the bag, how she kept him at home, and how they hadn't seen each other for the past few years. Upon hearing this, the widow said, "It's all my fault..."
"I regret not letting you stay. If you had stayed, I wouldn't have been so distressed for years."
She finished speaking, her face filled with sorrow.
Daoyu comforted her, "No wonder you're so distressed, but tonight is our special night. Don't be sad anymore."
It was already dark. Zeng Tong had just left the shop, and the widow hurriedly closed the door, retreated to the back room, and locked the wooden door tightly before turning back. Daoyu
took advantage of the widow closing the door to remove his clothes, his penis becoming erect.
As the widow approached, Daoyu pulled her into his arms, kissed her passionately, and loosened her sash. Daoyu was about to remove his clothes as well, but the widow quickly pressed her hands down, saying:
"Wait! Let me put the three tables together first, then we can remove them."
The widow straightened up and swayed as she went to move the table. There was no movement, so Daoyu followed, crouching behind her and reaching out to support the table. With both hands pulling together
, the table was aligned. The widow stepped onto it, falling backward with her jade legs wide open. Daoyu saw that her undergarment was still on and was not quite satisfied. He climbed forward, wanting to tear off the silk covering
, but the widow's legs were spread wide, and even with her strength, he couldn't pull it off. So he said, "You're teasing me now! You'll get to enjoy it later!"
With a sudden effort, the undergarment tore open from the seam, revealing her tight, white, tender body. Upon closer inspection, he could see silvery water
droplets moving inside. Daoyu couldn't bear to look and pounced on her like a tiger and a leopard. The widow cried out "Ah!"
Dao Yu then climbed up, but the widow flipped over and pressed her vulva against the table. Dao Yu was frantic with desire, unable to resist.
After waiting for so many years, he was being teased like this. So he leaned over her and awkwardly inserted his penis into her jade gate. Although he couldn't penetrate her completely, he was still quite satisfied. He thrust in and out
like this dozens of times, making soft, wet sounds.
What do you think of the widow? He opened his mouth and bit the corner of the wine table, rendering her speechless. Dao Yu pleaded, "Wife, when it's time to let go, you must let go."
The widow broke free, lay back, and by the dim light from the window, saw Dao Yu's treasure. It was different from before, thick and long. She was very pleased and reached out
to grasp the hot, hard penis in her hand, vigorously stroking it, pulling it back and forth. The penis suddenly swelled, reaching a full foot in length. She then vigorously
stroked it several more times. The widow could no longer resist him; her eyes shone with desire.
Dao Yu's hand rubbed among her flowers. Seeing the widow, he couldn't resist any longer. He erected his treasure and, with a "whoosh," thrust it into her flower garden. The widow felt like
dry tinder meeting a raging fire, instantly burning her entire body.
After years of suffering, how could she not be overjoyed in a single day? He then thrust upwards, moaning, his penis gripping hers, pumping frantically. Daoyu felt his penis
being bitten and tightened by the widow's fleshy lips, each contraction and relaxation seeming to churn his internal organs. He moaned and cried out. In his climax, he suddenly thrust forward, plunging deep inside her. The widow, unaccustomed to
such stimulation, cried out incessantly.
Seeing this, Daoyu asked, "Are you enjoying yourself?"
The widow gasped, "I'm dying of pleasure! Don't stop, dying like this would be pleasurable."
Meanwhile, Guimei poured tea and left the side room, returning alone to her own room. Hearing the sounds of passion downstairs, she knew they were doing *that*, and tried to turn off the light and go to bed. But her heart was filled with an intense
itch; how could she find peace? So she quietly went downstairs and crept towards the widow's side room in the dark. Reaching the window, she moved a bamboo stool, stood on it, licked a hole in the window paper, and peered closer.
She saw the mother-in-law lying on her back, her legs spread, a penis inserted inside, moving in and out, its contents flowing freely down to the floor. The man had her legs
on his shoulders, supporting her thighs, and was thrusting violently, the sounds of wetness filling Gui Mei with pleasure.
Gui Mei stood on the stool, holding her breath, watching the spectacle. She thought to herself, "I'm so young, if that young woman could experience such a thing, it wouldn't be a waste of being someone's
wife!" But alas, her family lacked the ability; she truly regretted choosing the wrong man.
Looking closer, she saw the two had switched positions. The man was now lying on the table, and the mother-in-law was on top of him. His penis was hard and erect, the glans the size of
a duck egg , the base slightly thinner, yet still quite large.
Gui Mei, consumed by lust and unbearable thirst, hurriedly reached into her crotch to touch her tender slit. She saw her mother-in-law straddle the man's thighs, holding her
long, large member, aiming it at his vulva. Suddenly, she squatted down, the penis plunging in completely, then began to move up and down. Both of them exerted force together, and the table legs creaked loudly.
Gui Mei followed the rhythm, inserting her fingertips deep into her tender opening, pressing against her clitoris. The bamboo stool swayed, but Gui Mei paid no heed.
At that moment, the trembling of the table legs inside and the creaking of the bamboo stool outside blended together.
A little while later, the mother-in-law suddenly said, "You come here tonight, but go back to the old house. You keep watch."
Daoyu said, "But what if Zeng Tong finds out?"
The widow said, "My son went out to the shop and probably won't be back by now. I'm sure I won't be back. My daughter-in-law is fine."
Daoyu said, "I'll just go in through the front door and avoid the hardship of crossing the beam." The widow was itching badly down there. She chuckled and said, "It's alright tonight. Tomorrow you
'll still have to cross the beam. You can also use this opportunity to calm him down and avoid being seen by strangers."
When Guimei heard the words "cross the beam," she was puzzled. After
thinking about it, she immediately understood. In previous years, the mother-in-law and this man were only separated by a beam at night. How could she not cross it? Thinking of this, her heart pounded like a flower in the rain. She quickly pulled her hand to her chest, but her body swayed and she fell down.
With a "bang," the bamboo stool also fell over.
Gui Mei was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. Forgetting to straighten the stool, she ran away.
Meanwhile, inside the room, the two were engaged in a slow, rhythmic thrusting, when they suddenly heard a noise outside the window and immediately stopped. The widow asked in surprise, "Who's there?"
There was no answer, but the footsteps faded into the distance. She realized her secret was out, but since her son hadn't returned, it didn't matter if outsiders saw it. However
,
she was still worried and wanted to open the door to see what was going on. Dao Yu, caught up in the moment, wouldn't allow a break. He said, "What does it matter? Let's get this over with first, then we'll continue."
With that, he resumed his frenzied thrusting, until the widow's body went limp and she collapsed. Her vaginal fluids trembled violently, already overflowing her body. His penis, burned by
the heat, suddenly hardened and ejaculated.
After drying themselves off and getting dressed, they shared several more kisses, expressing their deepest feelings of longing and the pain of parting. Then they went to a side room. The widow saw them to
the door , her heart still burning with lingering resentment. But she knew she would leave that night, so she had to give up. As she climbed the stairs, she turned back with every step, her expression tender and pitiful. A poem
testifies to this:
"Moonlight bathes the tower, the short candle flickers quietly, two spring mountains, sorrow unresolved, lingering, gazing at her home, seeing the first grove, the phoenix-shaped silk commemorating her, annoyed that their love was unfulfilled, only
the sound of a horn fades, gazing into the empty tent, oh, a surge of parting sorrow flows eastward."
Meanwhile, Gui Mei returned to her room, entered the tent, and lay down. The memories of her mother-in-law and the man's pleasure lingered in her mind. She thought of her own precious time, which should have been spent...
Night after night of pleasure, she was surprised to find the young man indifferent to the act. Even when he leaned in, he showed little interest. His member was short and small,
barely moving into her tender opening like a small insect, offering no resistance. Meanwhile, the man's member was thick and long; she imagined how wonderful it would be to enjoy it.
Thinking this, Gui Mei took off her pants and began rubbing her lower body. The more she rubbed, the more itchy she became. She tried to resist, pressing her slender fingers together
and thrusting them into her flower. But her fingers were too short to reach him. She remembered her mother-in-law's words to the man: "Tonight you'll be enjoying yourself in the man's bed. What if
you go first?"
A thought struck Gui Mei, and a plan formed in her mind. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.
Chapter Six: Gui Mei Seizes the Opportunity for Love and Lust .
Poem:
Love-stricken people everywhere rejoice in riding the phoenix, their desire to extinguish the lingering thoughts remains unfulfilled.
Now, Gui Mei, determined to take over her mother-in-law's room, grew increasingly aroused. She quickly wiped her slender fingers clean on the curtains, straightened up, and peeked through the crack in the door
, just in time to see the side room.
Just then, the two finished their business, and the mother-in-law escorted Dao Yu to the door before turning back. Dao Yu went up the stairs and into the room. This room was near the mother-in-law's,
quite far from where the two young men lived.
After a while, Gui Mei saw Dao Yu enter the room and close the door again. Feeling increasingly eager, and thinking that her mother-in-law wouldn't be able to return to her room anytime soon, she mustered her courage, pushed
open the door, and cautiously moved forward, carefully passing the mother-in-law's room. When she reached Dao Yu's room, she looked up and peered inside.
At this moment, the man was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, having taken off all his clothes and was playing with his penis with both hands. Gui Mei watched this and felt a tickle in her heart. She was
stunned for a moment. Suddenly, she saw that the penis suddenly rise and stand up straight, which was quite cute. She imagined that if that beautiful thing were to rub against her tender vulva, she would not know how wonderful it would be.
Gui Mei was overjoyed. Unbeknownst to her, her vulva was wet. She reached down and touched it; it was sticky and lovely. Her heart pounded with desire. She thought, "I'm sure it will go smoothly all the way to the heart of the flower." But she hesitated, fearing her mother-in-law might come upstairs and see her, and also fearing the man might be aloof. She looked up again; the man was now
sitting up, eyes closed, seemingly dozing, his breathing growing longer. His manhood stood erect, quite conspicuous.
Gui Mei couldn't wait any longer. Trembling, she pushed open the door and leaned against the bedside. Dao Yu seemed to have woken up. Gui Mei, slightly emboldened, reached out and touched his penis. It
was like an unyielding golden spear; it swayed a couple of times, but remained upright, not tilting an inch.
In reality, Daoyu was pretending to be asleep. He thought the widow was teasing him and let her play with him without opening his eyes. Guimei was already burning with desire and didn't care whether the man was really
asleep . She couldn't help but stick out her clitoris and suck on it. Daoyu thought the woman wanted to suck his penis and immediately became aroused. After a while, water started to gush from his penis,
waiting for the woman to lick it. Guimei couldn't wait any longer and climbed onto the bed, straddling the man's thighs. His penis was right against her vulva. Guimei held it in
her hand and played with it for a long time. Her lower body was already wet with spring water, but she still didn't move.
Gui Mei, with one hand on the fleshy object and the other covering her tender vulva, did this for a while. Unable to bear it any longer, she noticed the man, though panting heavily, was still unconscious.
She slowly inserted the hard object into his flesh, but he couldn't take it in even halfway; it felt like insects were biting him. She quickly pushed it in deeper, taking it all the way in, and teased him
for a while.
Meanwhile, Dao Yu reached out and pulled the woman into his arms, turning her over and touching her breasts. Why were her breasts small and hard, so different from the widow's large, loose breasts
? Puzzled, he opened his eyes and saw it was the pretty young woman who had served him tea earlier. He said, "Bold lady, what are you doing here?"
Gui Mei said, "Can't I enjoy it?"
Dao Yu said, "I can enjoy it, I can enjoy it! Look at your red lips and pink face, your eyes so expressive, and your thing down there is so narrow and small, wouldn't it be delightful to enjoy it?"
Gui Mei acted coquettishly, begging the man to give her a good time. Dao Yu could no longer resist, so he hugged her tightly and inserted his penis. He felt that her vagina was too narrow to
contain it. After more than twenty thrusts, it became slightly slippery, so he slowly lifted it up with deep and shallow thrusts. Gui Mei laughed and said, "Why is your thing so big, my lord? It
fills me up completely, and it's hard to ejaculate for so long. Is there some kind of magical ointment or medicine? How can it be so pleasurable!"
After saying this, she thrust wildly. Dao Yu laughed. He said, "If you do this often, you'll naturally improve. How could you not achieve enlightenment?" Then he thrust in and out from head to toe, pumping over two thousand times.
Gui Mei's slender body received the thrusts with pleasure, panting and laughing. Dao Yu then began another round of wild thrusting and pounding. Gui Mei cried out in alarm, "If you go in any harder, this little woman will really die!" Dao Yu didn't care
and just kept thrusting. Gui Mei was panting and moving wildly, just as they were reaching the peak of their pleasure, when the widow called out from downstairs, "What are you doing making all that noise upstairs?"
It turned out that the two were having a fierce battle, and the noise from inside the room was loud. Just then, the widow was about to come upstairs, and this shout informed the two of their presence. Gui Mei knew how formidable her mother-in-law was, so she wanted to sneak
away . But she saw that the room was a large, square building with only one exit. If she escaped through that exit, she would surely run into her mother-in-law head-on. While she hesitated, her mother-in-law entered the partitioned room and was sure to go into
the man's room immediately.
Daoyu, not yet satisfied and unwilling to be seen by the widow, nor to let the young woman escape, noticed an empty rice sack in the corner of the room. An idea struck him. He jumped off the bed, picked it
up, and whispered to the young woman, "You must hide here for now. After I put you in the tent, you can escape this ordeal, and then we can enjoy ourselves at midnight."
Guimei readily agreed, slipping naked inside. Daoyu lifted her up and hid her behind the tent. Looking back, he saw the widow had already entered the room. She then turned and locked the wooden door
tightly . Daoyu quickly retreated into the tent. The widow, unaware of Guimei's presence, reached into the tent, grabbed Daoyu's hand, and stroked his waist, saying, "Look at your thirsty state,
your heart is already aroused. I want you to act as my matchmaker. Would you agree?"
Daoyu replied, "It's not difficult for me to be a constant companion, but I don't know how to repay you."
The widow said, "I beg you to come here often." "Save me from this itchy pain, what do you say?"
Dao Yu thought to himself, "If I don't want to leave because of that little woman," so he said, "What you say is exactly what I want. I'll stay here every day during my free time and enjoy myself
."
The widow smiled slightly, loosened her skirt, and embraced Yun Yu. Her manhood was plump and loose, but it was very wet and warm, making it slippery and
very pleasant. Dao Yu had not been satisfied just now, and now he was in a frenzy. He quickly thrust in to the root, swirling and pounding for about five hundred strokes. The widow cried out in a wanton voice, "
My dear little flesh, I thought you were very capable. If you want to spare me pain and itchiness, and you kill me, you won't be the one to pay with your life." Then she held her buttocks tightly with both hands
, and her buttocks kept rising and falling together. It was just like:
"When the clouds are wide open, the heart is still restless; when the battle is in full swing, the passion is even stronger."
Dao Yu suddenly pulled his penis out of her vagina, causing the widow to lose her temper and shout, "You short-lived thief! My pure heart and noble character have been defiled, and you only want to
play with like this?"
Dao Yu smiled, remaining unmoved. The widow, helpless, could only plead, "My darling, how can I bear this? Hurry up, or I'll really die
!"
Dao Yu reached into her vagina, digging at her vulva, and replied, "My sensible wife knows you've been deprived for so long and are burning with desire. I'll let you rest slowly, have a good
time, and enjoy yourself. Why rush?"
He then thrust in fully, pumping wildly, over a thousand times in one breath, before asking, "My darling, can we stop now?"
The widow, panting and laughing, replied sweetly, "It's pleasurable, but let me continue my sprint!" "It's not over yet." Dao Yu said, "How skilled am I? Can I
please a woman?" The widow said, "My late husband's three transformations are not enough to compare to your one. Since our marriage, I have never experienced such a wonderful state. My whole body is numb, and my soul has been
captured by you. Please do not ask any more questions. You can be wild as you please."
Dao Yu then lifted Jinlian high and thrust deeply and shallowly, wildly thrusting for a long time. After that, he put the widow down, pushed aside the embroidered pillow, and ordered her to turn over and
kneel on the mat. Dao Yu knelt behind her, holding her waist with both hands, and once again thrust wildly. The widow moaned and groaned.
Chapter Seven: The Widow Caught Stealing Her Sister.
The poem says:
The phoenix and the luan bird are newly united, the mandarin ducks are reunited.
She has harmed her son, but her wild desires remain.
Last time, we mentioned that Gui Mei hid behind the curtain, and after a long drought, her heart was filled with spring fever. Unable to hold back for long, she could only clamp her thighs together tightly, pressing her ear to the ground. She could hear the man
thrusting repeatedly, countless times. The old woman, reaching the peak of pleasure, also cried out in a jumble of moans.
At this point, Gui Mei, watching the two men's lovemaking, felt an even stronger itch and great discomfort. She lamented in her heart, "You heartless, short-lived bastards! You only care about
your own pleasure, but how can I endure this!"
After the two men finished, the old woman had no intention of returning to her room. Instead, she lay down with the man, their legs intertwined, chatting idly in the tent. As dawn broke, fearing exposure, Gui Mei slipped out of the sack and quietly
slipped out the door, returning to her son's room. The widow had not returned all night. Gui Mei, exhausted from the previous night's chaotic and repeated ordeals, crawled under the covers and
soon fell fast asleep.
Unexpectedly, on this day, her son Zeng Tong returned home. During the night, he heard what sounded like movement in his mother's room. Listening carefully, he could also hear voices. He was very suspicious and turned to ask his daughter-in-law.
Gui Mei thought: "If my mother-in-law has seen something about her affair with that man, and Zeng Tong has ruined his own plans by kicking Dao Yu out of the house, then she said, '
Why are you so suspicious about who's around? What will you do if things really escalate?'"
Zeng Tong didn't say anything, but he was still suspicious. The next day, he grabbed a servant and asked, "Who came the other day?"
The servant replied, "Wang Dao Yu from Jingzhou." Zeng Tong asked again, "Where is he?" The servant replied, "Upstairs." So he took Zeng Tong to see him.
It was noon, and no one was in the house. Zeng Tong pushed open the door and entered. He saw that this house was separated from his mother's house by only one floorboard. The floorboard was high, and there seemed to be signs of climbing. Suspicious, he immediately
slammed the door and went up to the top floor. Looking down from a pavilion, he saw that the right side of the old partition was covered with a layer of dust about an inch thick, while the other half looked clean.
He thought to himself, "This is unacceptable. We are a scholar's family, after all. How can we allow my mother to be so disgraced?" From then on, he said nothing to his mother and was unhappy all day.
Several days later, Zeng Tong noticed that Wang Daoyu, who stayed in the upper room every day, could hear someone moving around in his mother's room, accompanied by whispering voices. One day, he said to his mother, "
The wind is strong in winter. I want to build a roof over the entire house."
The widow could not resist him. Zeng Tong found his mother's pavilion, and without saying a word, he built a ceiling on it and boarded up the gaps in the beams, so that
the man could not enter at night.
The widow, overwhelmed with anxiety and anger, vented her frustration on Guimei. Guimei endured it all, refusing to speak to her husband. When he became angry, she would only say, "
The bond between mother and child is natural; if it were made public, it would damage your reputation."
However, among the guests, seeing Wang Daoyu occupy the place for so long that day, they also... (The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly.)

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