Handyman Sister Hu

Just last week, Director Ruan informed me that the office was planning to hire a general worker. And
sure enough , he acted swiftly and decisively. On Monday, the very first day of work, Director Ruan brought in a tall, voluptuous
middle-aged woman. Looking at her, her waist was strong and upright, her broad breasts like ripe
pumpkins, piled up into swollen, enormous hills, drooping limply downwards,
thumping as she walked.
At the same time, her two thick, long legs stomped powerfully, her cheap high heels clicking loudly on the ground. Her hard soles tapped
rhythmically on the smooth marble floor, thump, thump, thump… as if proudly
and unabashedly declaring to the men: "Handsome men, although I am over fifty,
look at my gait! I'm not old at all! I'm still young! I'm in my prime! I'm full of energy! I'm
brimming with boundless hope for the future!"
"Wow, what a charming old lady!" Listening to the old lady's clattering footsteps, I slowly
raised my head, muttering to myself as I squinted my nearsighted eyes and, with the professional
gaze of a lecher, casually yet expertly scanned her. Of course, my focus first fell on the old lady's
buttocks , and I continued to mutter to myself: What a plump old lady, what a round and wide bottom!
Tap, tap, tap... As the footsteps grew closer, I couldn't help but pay attention to the old lady's jade-like feet.
Hey, what's so admirable about an old woman's feet? But her steps were so powerful that
I had to bend down and examine them carefully: Hehe, good heavens, she really knows how to act like an old lady. She's over fifty
years old , yet she's still wearing sandals barefoot like a young girl, with shiny purple ointment on her toenails.
The old woman's feet, though ordinary, moved with such power that it reminded me of
a seasoned lecher's comment: "A woman who walks with such strength has an extremely high sex drive; except for her menstrual period, she
wants to do *that* kind of thing every night!" And this old woman before me, with her feet stomping so forcefully, should, in my experience, have
long since gone through menopause. And that perpetually empty space—does it yearn for *that* kind of thing every night?
Lost in my fantasies, I slowly moved my lustful
gaze from the marble floor, accompanied by the loud, defiant stomping of her feet, past the heels; past the tight skirts and trousers, or as ladies commonly call
them—the pencil skirts; past the designer-looking but obviously counterfeit
suits ; past the soft, fleshy breasts; and finally, as my gaze moved upwards, I saw an aged face,
its cheeks lined with wrinkles, the skin a waxy yellow from age. She was covered in an extremely unsuitable,
thick of powder. The outdoor sunlight seemed to be deliberately targeting the old woman, its dazzling light piercing
her face. The thick powder reflected a greasy sheen, like
a layer of slippery lard smeared on the hard, pore-protruding skin of an old sow. From a distance, she looked so uncomfortable; so unnatural; so
affected; so stiff; so disgusting; so utterly oblivious; so, so… Never mind
! What is this smell?!
A strange, complex odor assaulted my nostrils. I held my breath. A warm breeze blew in from the window,
brushing past the old woman. The pungent smell of mothballs on her cheap suit mingled with the scent of powder on her face, creating
an indescribable, bizarre odor that relentlessly assaulted my nostrils. It was utterly repulsive.
"Xiao Zhang," my immediate supervisor, Director Ruan, who was over fifty, introduced me to the elderly woman
, "This lady's surname is Hu. From now on, you can call her Sister Hu.
Since she's coming to work for us, feel free to ask her to do anything she can!"
"Oh," I continued, giving the unfamiliar older woman a meaningful look, thinking to myself: What
can she do? What's there to do in the office? I'm bored to death; what could she possibly do?
"Let Sister Hu do whatever she can!" Director Ruan seemed to see through my thoughts and
suggested , "For example, cleaning, boiling water, getting the newspaper, etc., etc. From now on,
Sister Hu will be in charge of getting the lunch boxes!"
"Little brother," I stared blankly at the old woman. The old lady also looked at me kindly. Her
cheekbones, heavily powdered, were sharp and protruding, which was repulsive to look at. My grandmother said that women with high cheekbones were the most unlucky
for men heard my grandmother say this, I have started to pay attention to women with high cheekbones. Sure enough, their
husbands either died young or were plagued by illness and barely surviving. The old woman moved her thick, red,
almost blood-dripping lips, covered in brown wrinkles, and said, "Don't be shy, Sister Hu is always very straightforward and doesn't mince words.
Just tell me what you need!"
When the old woman opened her mouth to speak, I especially noticed that her lips were extremely thick, the pigmented wrinkles
forming deep grooves as they moved, gleaming with a terrifyingly eerie light in the sunlight. As I
stared nervously at the old woman's thick lips, the middle-aged woman's gaze also fixed on me intensely.
Her eyes, brighter with maturity, were piercing, revealing both the affection of an elder woman for a younger man and a strange,
suggestive provocation. "
Hehe," I chuckled knowingly at the pair of sharp swords pointing at me, at the two highly provocative glints in my eyes, and instinctively reached for the cigarette pack on the desk. Damn it, I hadn't noticed when I'd finished it all. So, I held the cigarette pack and said to the old woman, "Sister Hu, could you please buy me a pack of cigarettes ?" "Sure, no problem," the old woman readily turned around, her shoulder bag gleaming brightly in the sunlight. I sat down and took out the materials I had prepared to report to Director Ruan. "The cigarettes, why haven't they come back yet?" Ten minutes, twenty minutes passed, and Sister Hu still hadn't returned . My craving for a cigarette returned. Seeing this, Director Ruan took out his own cigarettes: "Here, have mine first. Yeah, where did this old woman go buying a pack of cigarettes?" "Hmph—" I cleared my throat and glanced out the window unintentionally. I saw the old woman standing across the street, indeed holding a pack of cigarettes, chatting with a stranger, an older woman of similar age. Judging by how , they might be talking for quite some time. Director Ruan also turned his gaze to the window: "That old woman, babbling and babbling, what's there to talk about? It's just that little thing, hey!" Director Ruan couldn't hold back any longer, flung open the window, and shouted at the top of his lungs towards the other side of the street.

Shouting, "Old Hu, come back here!"
"Excuse me," Sister Hu had to interrupt the conversation at Director Ruan's call,
walking into the office without any apology and placing a cigarette in front of me. "I ran into an acquaintance and chatted for a while!"
"A while?" I grabbed the cigarette and pulled out a banknote. "In a little while, we could even
make !"
Sister Hu took the banknote and turned to leave. Director Ruan asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"
"Providing money for cigarettes!" Hearing Sister Hu's answer, Director Ruan asked, still confused, "Why didn't you pay first
? Why make a second trip?"
"I, I," Sister Hu stammered, a blush spreading across her wrinkled face. "I
don't have money!"
"Heh," Director Ruan seemed unconvinced. "Are you kidding me? A grown woman like you
doesn't even have enough for a pack of cigarettes?"
"Would I lie to you!" Sister Hu placed her elegant handbag on the desk. "I
just After paying the property fees, gas bill, electricity bill, and phone bill, there's hardly anything left. Director, if
you don't believe me, take a look!"
"Heh," Director Ruan scoffed dismissively, half-sulking and half-joking, as he grabbed Sister Hu's ever-
present , elegant handbag, ripped it open, examined it carefully, and then silently handed it back to her.
After Sister Hu left the office, Director Ruan stuck his tongue out at me. "Good heavens, the bag is nice,
looks shiny and smooth, but after turning it inside out, there are only a few cents in the pockets! Humph!" With that, Director Ruan
got up and went to watch a chess game on the street outside the office building.
I thought to myself: Director Ruan, going through someone's pockets like that, you're so rude!
Buying a pack of cigarettes took half an hour, and delivering the money took forty minutes. When Sister Hu returned to the office after delivering the money
and saw that I was alone, she silently pulled up a chair, sat down
beside , and crossed her left leg over her right. This lifted her already very short skirt almost to her thigh, making
her left thigh, which was now resting on her right, appear thick and white, radiating a rather alluring soft light under the glass window, drawing
my gaze away from the computer.
I glanced sideways at that strong thigh; not only was it white and thick, but every pore was clearly visible. I never
expected that a woman in her fifties could have such excellent skin. This reminded me of my uncle, who was a photographer.
Once, while developing photos in the darkroom, he pointed to a middle-aged woman's
head said: "Mature women have the best voluptuousness, so the skin in the photos looks very delicate and pleasing to the eye,
unlike young girls or teenagers!" At this point, my uncle deliberately picked up a photo of a young girl. I
looked at it , and he was right. Compared to the mature woman, the girl's photo looked thin and
pale, like a glass of plain water, utterly tasteless! Then I looked at the mature woman's photo, as if it had been infused with thick white
sugar, the granules distinct and the texture incredibly strong!
Thinking this, my left hand suddenly, almost unconsciously, slid down onto the keyboard. However, a last shred of
reason made my left hand stop at the corner of the desk: No, we'd only just met, I hadn't even figured out her true nature
, and to be so frivolous could lead to serious trouble.
Sister Hu's shiny, incredibly voluptuous thighs had me completely distracted .
My left hand, used to touching all sorts of women's thighs, trembled restlessly on the desk, unable to move forward, yet unwilling to retreat. Just as I was caught in a dilemma
, a dry but strong hand gently pressed down on the back of my left hand: "Brother Zhang,
Sister Hu will treat you to a casual meal after work today. We'll call it an acquaintance!"
"No, no," I stammered, my heart pounding with joy upon hearing Sister Hu's words: Hmm, there's hope! This motherly
older sister seems to have feelings for me! On the surface, I used my usual trick, employing a feigned
indifference , shaking my head and resolutely refusing: "No, no, I appreciate your kindness, but I have things to do after work,
so I can't go!"
"Oh, don't be so polite!" Sister Hu continued to extend the invitation while gently stroking the back of my hand.
I pretended to be flustered, feigningly pulling my hand away from the older woman's grasp, but deliberately
pressing it against Sister Hu's thigh. Sister Hu didn't flinch at all, pointing under the desk: "Little brother, look, Sister Hu
has bought all the groceries!"
"This," I greedily placed my hand on Sister Hu's thigh, secretly savoring the mature woman's
flesh, feeling its slight warmth, the soft rustling sound, and its delicate smoothness. I put on a silly
look and stared at Sister Hu, saying, "Big sister, you don't have any money, why are you spending so much?"
"Even if I don't have any money, I still have to eat," I said, my hand still on Sister Hu's thigh. The old lady placed her palm on
the back of my hand and calmly said, "Just now, when I went downstairs to deliver the cigarette money, I borrowed some money from the girlfriend I was chatting with.
Little brother, please give Sister Hu some face!"
"Hmm—ah, cough," the flirtatious time passed quickly. Before I knew it, Director Ruan
returned . Seeing Sister Hu and me so intimate, he deliberately cleared his throat and coughed twice. I hurriedly separated from Sister Hu
, though I felt guilty, I pretended to be nonchalant: "Sister Hu, go downstairs and boil
some water !"
"Okay," Sister Hu picked up the kettle, walked past Director Ruan, and ran downstairs.
With a series of thumping sounds, the entire building trembled slightly. My heart was already overgrown with weeds—completely
barren, I just hoped the sky would darken quickly so I could have a secret rendezvous with this older sister.
Ah, I've lived for over twenty years, and slept with many women, but this was the first time I'd ever been with a middle-aged woman like Sister Hu
. As I was lost in thought, the thumping sound echoed in the corridor again, the building
trembled , and my heart trembled too:
could I, a naive young man, handle such a strong and powerful old cow? To be continued.
Chapter Two: The old harlot seduces the young man at the table, the philanderer peeks at the spectacle under the lamp.
The self-absorbed old woman, the lover reaches out and lightly caresses her.
Dong Shi feigned coquettishness, playfully pushing and shoving.
Meanwhile, this middle-aged woman aroused my perverse desires. At Sister Hu's sincere invitation, filled with curiosity and harboring ulterior motives,
I entered a residential building on a certain street and alley. When Sister Hu proudly pushed open
the door to apartment 503 on the fifth floor, she pointed to the room—not spacious, not luxurious, and without any designer furniture—and said, "Young man, this
is my home. Please come in!"
"It's wonderful," I said, feigning appreciation for Sister Hu's room while looking down for my slippers. "
The layout is very practical and modern!"
"Hehe," Sister Hu's aged face broke into a smug smile at my compliment. She
placed her elegant handbag on the shoe rack and knelt down solicitously. "Here, let me help you change your shoes!"
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry!"
"Hey, what's there to be embarrassed about with your sister? You're only a few years older than my son!" After changing into
slippers, Sister Hu led me around, inspecting her room. "How's it going, Xiao Zhang? Not bad, right?
Not the rich , not the poor, but not the poor either, not bad either! Please have a seat!"
After a perfunctory inspection, Sister Hu slipped into the bedroom. "Little brother, wait for me a moment, I'll change my
clothes and come out!"
With that, Sister Hu slammed the door shut, and the sound of her changing clothes immediately filled the bedroom. Thinking of Sister Hu
's rough, fleshy face, yet she had two fair, white thighs, I started to have fantasies again: This old
woman's body must be very fair too, right?
As I was making lewd guesses about Sister Hu's body, she pushed open the bedroom door and gracefully walked out, wearing a
floral bathrobe. As she passed by me, I caught another scent—a
mixture of dandruff and soap. Sister Hu reached out and settled me on the sofa, then sat opposite me,
making tea and peeling an apple. I secretly peeked at Sister Hu's breasts from the top of her bathrobe: wow,
such plump breasts! And the color was even whiter than her thighs.
"Little brother, have an apple first!" Sister Hu handed me the apple, lifting her long, wide bathrobe
to reveal her long, shapely thighs. I even caught a glimpse of her snow-white, but short, thong
: Wow, I never imagined an older woman's skin could be so exquisite. It seems you really can't judge a book by its cover
!
"Little brother, you eat first," Sister Hu said, lifting her bathrobe with a whoosh, standing up abruptly and strode into
the kitchen. Immediately, pots and pans clattered and clanged. "Little brother Zhang, this is your first time
eating , so I'd better show off my skills!"
I forced myself to sit in the living room, aimlessly and repeatedly changing TV channels
while pondering when and how to make my move on Old Mrs. Hu, and where to start—her palms,
no, her hands were too dry, like a millstone in a factory; her mouth, my goodness, spare me,
Sister Hu's mouth had more wrinkles than the area around her anus; her breasts, no, too direct, too
blatant , not only lowering my status, but also easily angering Old Mrs. Hu.
A woman's protection of her breasts is no less than that of her private parts; after all, breasts are a woman's secondary sexual characteristic. After much
thought and consideration, I decided to use a more subtle and mutually respectable method—
to make my move on her slender, white thighs.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't know if Sister Hu was truly interested in me. I saw her
bustling about, sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes in the living room, her hands busy, her mouth never idle, still showing off her cozy little nest:
"Little brother, look, this is my bedroom." After frying the fish and putting the lid on, Sister Hu hastily wiped her hands and led
me into her inner room.
Sister Hu deliberately pressed down on my shoulder, and my body went limp, causing me to sit on the wide double bed. The mattress
creaked and groaned. Sister Hu smiled inexplicably, then habitually grabbed
a towel and began wiping the bedside table with great care. At the same time, she meticulously straightened the unevenly folded blankets.
"Sigh, having so many houses is tiring," she said. "I have to clean all these rooms every day! It's exhausting
!"
My hand unconsciously rested on the headboard, and I felt a numbness in my palm. I lifted my hand, and my
palm, which had been resting on the headboard, was covered in a layer of dust.
Seeing this, Sister Hu smiled sheepishly and hurriedly grabbed my hand, wiping it frantically.
"Oh dear, I always forget to wipe the headboard! Brother Zhang," she said, deliberately touching
the portraits on either side of the bed to divert attention from the awkwardness. One was of the Father, the other of the Mother. She explained, "After the divorce,
I converted to Christianity through my dance partners. Oh," she seemed to remember something. "Little Zhang, don't you think
we should put the Father and the Mother together? Why separate them? Hehe," she said,
placing the two portraits side by side on one side of the bed. "We're all family. It's not good to separate them, it's so lonely,
hehe, little brother, don't you think that makes sense? Hehe! Oh dear,"
acrid smoke suddenly billowed from the kitchen. Sister Hu cried out and rushed to the kitchen. "Oh no, I'm doomed!
I was chatting!" The kitchen was already filled with smoke. Sister Hu lifted the pot lid, and lo and behold, a stewed fish
had turned into a grilled fish.
Sister Hu stuck her tongue out at me helplessly, "Little brother, what are we going to do? Just make do with this. Next time you come to my
house, I'll definitely cook you a good fish!"
"That's perfect," I said, picking up the spatula and scooping the grilled fish onto a plate. "Grilled fish tastes even better; it's
quite flavorful!"
After placing the fish on the table, Sister Hu opened the refrigerator and took out several cold dishes. I sat opposite her, and
as soon as my palm touched the table, it was immediately covered in sticky grease. I thought to myself: What a
boastful old woman! She brags about how clean her house is, but what's the reality? Not only is the bedside
covered in dust, but even the small table is sticky. It's clear she never bothers to clean it properly.
"Brother, please have a drink!"
Sister Hu eagerly handed me a glass of wine. To lift my hand off the table, I used
a bit of force , and with a creak, my palm finally came off the sticky surface. Sister Hu looked embarrassed
. "This lousy table, I don't know what happened, the paint never dries. It's been like this since I bought it.
I'll definitely throw it away tomorrow!"
"Sister Hu, come on, let's have our first drink together, cheers!"
I decided to first get the old lady drunk with alcohol, and then seize the opportunity. So, I raised my glass and
urged her to drink with me. After a glass of wine, Sister Hu's sallow face turned a deep red. She
put down her glass and, just like in the office during the day, placed her palm on the back of my hand. "Brother, Sister Hu has had a
hard life!"
To my surprise, the alcohol didn't get the old lady drunk, but instead stirred up the middle-aged woman's memories of the past.
As I recounted her story, Sister Hu held my hand, sighing deeply with melancholy. She patiently recounted her ordinary yet
fulfilling married life: "My husband was having an affair, keeping a dark-skinned, ugly woman.
That woman was truly ugly; she couldn't compare to me at all. I never understood, and even now I still don't understand,
what my husband saw in her… I couldn't stand it, so I divorced him. Not long after,
my husband suffered a stroke. Serves him right!… A year later, I met a very nice
man , several years younger than me, and we got together. But, it didn't last long. Fate seemed to be playing a cruel trick on me.
I finally found a man I liked, but less than a year later, he developed cirrhosis and died within six months
. Ah, brother, what kind of fate is Sister Hu like?"
Listening to the old woman's story, and gazing at Sister Hu's high cheeks, gleaming under the lights, I
muttered : What kind of fate? A fate that brings misfortune to her husband! Wow, looking at Sister Hu's high cheekbones, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly: This old
woman not only has the face of someone who will bring misfortune to her husbands, but she is also destined to bring misfortune to her husbands. The men who have had contact with her are now either
crippled or dead. If I were to have that kind of relationship with her, I wonder what would become of my life? Thinking of this, I suddenly
abandoned my intention to make a move and quietly withdrew my hand from Sister Hu's hand: Forget it, to live a few more years,
it's better to stay away from a woman like that!
"Sigh," seeing that I had withdrawn my hand, Sister Hu was unwilling to give up. She moved her hand forward and grasped my hand again:
"Life alone is so boring..." Looking at Sister Hu's complaints about life, I understood:
This middle-aged woman was full of longing for men.
"Sister Hu," I interrupted her, "I don't think so. I feel that
living alone is quite good. I'd be happy to be single; it's quiet, and I can have plenty of quiet time to read
more books or quietly contemplate life!"
"Come on," Sister Hu objected, "What's there to contemplate about life? It's just the same old thing! No matter how you look at it,
it's still the same!"
Good heavens, life is just that? Hearing this, I felt even more certain: in this old
woman's mind, people live only for that kind of thing. Looking at the middle-aged woman before me, I completely abandoned
any thoughts of backing down: since she had this view of life, why not take advantage of the situation!
"Sister Hu," I said, feigning concern for the elderly woman, "We should have broad
interests in life. It shouldn't be just like that. We have so many things to do... In our free time, we can read,
write, think, travel, make friends, gather, and chat. There are so many things to do in life! Why feel
lonely?"
"Sigh, you're being too profound. I don't understand," Sister Hu replied, showing no
interest "Don't give me those big theories. I'm not interested. You're still young. If you were my age and
in my situation, how would you feel? Young man, I'm getting older every day. I need to find someone to rely on. Otherwise,
who will take care of me when I'm old?"
"What is reliance? Who can be relied on? Even childhood sweethearts, loving couples,
can't be relied on . You find someone halfway through life, can you really rely on them? Can they take care of you for the rest of your life? Cast
aside your illusions. In this world, besides parents and siblings, no one can be relied on. I have firsthand experience!"
"But," looking at the empty room, Sister Hu said with deep feeling, "after retiring,
I'm always alone at home. My son got married and forgot about his mother, not even visiting me for months at a time. I have nothing to do,
so I go to dance halls to kill time, sometimes spending the whole day there. But what do I do at night? After retiring, what I
hate is the night, being alone at home. In this big house, lying in bed alone, I just
can't fall asleep!"
Enriching the old lady's leisure life with cultural entertainment seems like talking to a brick wall. The alcohol scorched Sister Hu's aged
face, and it also scorched her perpetually restless heart. The saying "Thirty is not wild, forty is wild, fifty is the peak
of wildness probably refers to women of Sister Hu's age.
"Hehe," since Old Mrs. Hu had no other interests and was only thinking about that one thing all day, I swallowed a mouthful of wine and,
emboldened by the alcohol, said half seriously and half jokingly, "Sister Hu, is single life very free? No
one can restrain you, you can do whatever you want, hehe!"
As I spoke, I glanced at Sister Hu's bedroom out of the corner of my eye. Sister Hu understood what I meant and firmly
denied it, "Brother, your Sister Hu is a decent person. Dancing is dancing, but I never mess around with men. Anyone who tries to take
advantage of me, hmph, let them get lost! I never bring men home, oh, you're an exception!"
"Why am I an exception? What's so special about me!" I muttered to myself: Don't be so self-righteous.
What do you mean no men are allowed in the house? We've only known each other for a day, and you're already dragging me home, and now you're still
trying to justify yourself. Give me a break!
"Brother," Sister Hu gently rubbed the back of my hand, her face flushed, and said affectionately, "You
're different from them. You're an upright person. Judging from your appearance and your voice, you're a very cultured and talented person
. Although I'm not well-educated, I really like people who love reading!"
"Hahaha!" The wall clock struck eight. I felt it was getting late and I shouldn't delay any
longer.
I had feelings for the older woman, and Sister Hu also had feelings for me. Thinking of this, I laughed loudly as I stood
up moved to sit next to Sister Hu. Through the thin bathrobe, my palm gently caressed the old woman's thigh: "Am I
a decent person? Sister Hu, what makes you think I'm a decent person?"
"Hehe," seeing my initiative, Sister Hu chuckled with satisfaction: "How do I look, little brother?"
"Hehe," damn it, what a slut! Just now, I didn't dare to make a move, but I didn't expect her
to be so flirtatious, taking the bait as soon as I touched her. Hearing Sister Hu's question, I simply put my arm around the old woman's
waist, my hands becoming even more unrestrained: "You're very beautiful, your figure is amazing, even better than a young girl's
!"
"Hehe," Sister Hu's face immediately lit up with joy, leaning against me, her heart bursting with happiness.
Her strong arms wrapped around my neck, and she grinned, her wrinkled mouth smacking as she nibbled at my
cheek . I lifted Sister Hu's bathrobe, parted her thighs, and took a closer look under the light. I was immediately
stunned .
To find out what I saw, stay tuned for the next installment.
Chapter Three: The old slut's flabby flesh embraces the young man; the orange-gateway opens to welcome new guests . The middle-aged woman smacks her lips
and hugs the handsome young man, while the young man chuckles as he rides the cow. A voluptuous waist and high breasts, even wild grass and wormwood seem soft and gentle. The fairy cave is mysterious and unfathomable, its fragrant juices flowing thick and rich. The older sister moans merrily, while the younger brother's semen gushes forth. Emboldened by wine, and after several glasses of not-so-high-alcohol wine, I, whose true intention was not the wine, did not get the older sister, who was about the same age as my mother, drunk . Instead, I became dizzy and lightheaded. Seeing that it was past eight o'clock, facing the old woman with her wrinkled face but overflowing with lust, I didn't care much about the consequences, not even fearing that she might swear I would commit sexual harassment and ruin my reputation. As my blood boiled with lust, I slipped over to Sister Hu's side, grinning as I wrapped my arms around the older woman 's delicate neck: who cares how old she is? Being able to seduce a motherly woman is quite an experience! To my utter surprise, Sister Hu was so flirtatious. Seeing me extend my arm, she smiled knowingly at me, holding her wine glass, then readily put it down and nestled into my embrace with boundless enthusiasm and obedience . We clung to each other, exchanging knowing glances, unsure whether it was a tacit understanding or a lack of expression, just chuckling foolishly. Sister Hu's carefree smile seemed to mock me: "Heh heh, little brother, you're so silly, interested in such an old woman?" I glanced at myself in the mirror across the table, a smug look on my face: Heh heh, seducing an older woman has been my long-held dream, and today it's finally come true! Ah, the Internationale must be realized! So, I turned my head away, ignoring Sister Hu's excited, silly giggles, and my hand went straight for her chest. Sister Hu laughed even harder, and at the same time, one of her strong arms blocked my hand 's path, while the other forcefully pushed me away: "Little brother, stop fooling around, just sit together for a while , don't do anything reckless. In terms of age, I'm old enough to be your mother." "Hehe," hearing Sister Hu's words, my lust intensified, and my hand stiffly reached into Sister Hu's bathrobe : "Sister Hu, let me see!" "What's wrong?" Sister Hu pretended to push me away, but after my insistence, she began to act like all women who , outwardly shy and reserved, but inwardly acquiescing to the lecherous advances of men. Look, Sister Hu was still grinning foolishly at me, her arms already hanging down. Under my embrace, her large, voluptuous breasts slowly moved closer to me. I was overjoyed. My fingertips deftly parted Sister Hu's bathrobe, and with a soft "plop," a pair of long, large breasts, like wine bottles, were suddenly revealed before my lustful eyes. Their skin was snow-white and delicate, radiating a soft glow under the light. I was delighted: "Wow, Sister Hu, your skin is so beautiful!" "Hehe," Sister Hu was so excited by my praise that she could hardly contain herself. Amidst her raucous laughter , she became so proud that she picked up a large wine bottle and proudly offered it to me. " Little brother , I'm not bragging, but when I was bathing in the bathhouse, I noticed that no woman's body is as white as mine!" "Wow!" Holding the large wine bottle Sister Hu had offered, I continued to happily play with it. But as I touched it , I was startled again. While Sister Hu's large wine bottle was indeed flawless white and smooth to the touch, the spout was a dark brown, unpleasantly colored, and unusually long and thin, almost the same length as the stopper. "Sister Hu," I said, pulling at the long, dark stopper, "your nipples are so long and so dark! What happened to them?!" "Hey," Sister Hu said with a touch of melancholy, "when I was breastfeeding, well, little brother," Sister Hu and I both gripped her long bottle stopper, "My two sons nursed her until they started elementary school, that's over ten years! You tell me, no matter how good the breasts or how tender the nipples, they all had to be sucked until they were long and dark, sigh, little brother," Sister Hu suddenly released the bottle stopper that had been sucked by her two sons and grabbed my ear, "You don't know the love of a mother until you raise children yourself!" Finally, Sister Hu put her arms around my neck, insisting that I suck on her bottle stopper to feel her motherly love. I, however, had no interest. I lay in Sister Hu's warm, big breasts, half-heartedly sucking on the grass while moving my hand toward Sister Hu's crotch, ready to seize the opportunity for a surprise attack. "Go away," Sister Hu, as always, seemed to have seen through my wicked thoughts. The moment my palm brushed past my navel , Sister Hu's strong, dry hand pulled me back. "What are you doing? You're really pushing your luck. Do you dare to be so arrogant at home, in front of your mother?" "Ah—," I spat out the cork, grabbed the wine glass, and gulped it down. Yes , old lady, I dare not mess around with my mother, so today I'm going to find my mother's feelings . So, my last shred of civility vanished, and I lunged at Sister Hu's crotch: "Little Mom, you living ancestor, what's wrong with letting me see?" "Hahaha," as I thrashed around between Sister Hu's legs like a donkey, the old lady was already ecstatic . Hearing my pleading words, Sister Hu, holding her panties, slightly raised her buttocks and proactively pulled down her briefs: "Look, look if you want, see how you're different from your mother!" With that, Sister Hu lifted her thick thighs and flung her panties towards the bedroom. Well, the old lady's kick was truly extraordinary; the sultry panties flew over the dining table, through the door frame, and landed with a thud on Sister Hu's bed, which she claimed was impeccably clean but was actually covered in dust. Just as the old lady's long legs were raised high, my wide, lustful eyes stared straight at Sister Hu's crotch. This one glance was enough to startle me so much I almost cried out: My God! I silently sighed, "What is this ? I've never seen anything like it before!" Young as I am, yet considering myself a seasoned veteran of the world of pleasure, and indeed having seen countless women, tonight , at this very moment, facing the crotch of this older woman, I was utterly stunned. Only then did I realize what it meant to be in this vast world, what it meant to be full of wonders, and what it meant to be utterly ignorant! Ah, young man, you should think more carefully before you speak and leave yourself a way out! A clump of messy, fleshy flesh, roughly biangular in shape, split equilateral triangle, was clearly visible, making my heart pound: Her, her, her labia were so fat, so big , so terrifying!

"Look, what's wrong, are you dumbfounded?" Sister Hu sat on the sofa with her legs spread wide without any shame. Indeed, I
was truly frightened by the old woman's unusual, weathered private parts.
After a long while, amidst the old woman's contemptuous laughter, I finally came to my senses and realized what I wanted to do
: Coward, what are you afraid of? Go for it! Is that thing some kind of demon cave that can swallow you whole?
I finally mustered my courage and walked proudly towards the sofa, towards the old woman. Under Sister Hu's loving gaze,
I knelt in front of the sofa, buried my head between Sister Hu's legs, and lifted the old woman's thighs with both hands. In this way, the originally
drooping double prism shape naturally changed into an irregular oval shape, with a dark,
deep red slit splitting in the center.
I reached out, my curiosity piqued, and gently touched Sister Hu's large, fleshy mounds. Before I knew it,
I was fine, but the touch made me gasp: good heavens, these old ladies' fleshy mounds were not only incredibly large, but also remarkably thick. Under my
touch, they resembled two orange segments, like two heavy doors, faithfully guarding
the old lady's unfathomable depths of lust. Ancient stone doors are carved with rows and columns of bulges
, and on the old lady's two doors, weathered by fifty, were deep wrinkles, even
denser than those on Sister Hu's lips.
"Heh heh, little brother, haven't you seen enough?"
The old lady was clearly aroused. Under my touch, the two heavy doors slowly and
clumsily opened, and my eyes were suddenly filled with a trembling, fleshy opening flowing with glistening love fluid. I never
imagined that this old lady, past fifty and long past menopause, would still retain such a youthful spirit!
"Come here, bro," Sister Hu, who had been chuckling lewdly just moments before, suddenly trembled. She grabbed
my head and pulled me onto the sofa, loosening my belt without a word. "You've had your fill of looking at Sister Hu
, now it's Sister Hu's turn to look at you!"
Sister Hu impatiently unzipped my pants, grabbing my burning hot penis and examining it closely.
"Hehe, a young man's thing feels different, hehe!"
"Sister Hu!" I couldn't hold back any longer either. I reached out and pushed the old woman down onto the sofa, grasping my throbbing
penis and thrusting it into her wet hole.
"Ouch!" The woman beneath me, Sister Hu, mimicked a shy, bashful young girl with a serious expression. Her old eyes were half-closed,
her brows furrowed, and her mouth slightly agape, as if she were groaning in agony: "Ouch, ouch, be gentle,
it hurts!"
"Ugh!" Looking at the old woman's lewd behavior, I almost vomited on her. I really wanted to
reach out and slap her hard: She's old now, what's with the act of innocence? With her wrinkled face, what's she trying to be all coquettish about
?
However, I ultimately lacked the courage to slap her. Instead, I firmly grasped
the flabby flesh , prying it apart layer by layer, and pounded and rubbed it hard with the head of my penis. Sister Hu continued to imitate a young girl
, moaning sweetly, while urging me with intense desire: "Inside, inside! Don't just dawdle outside,
it's not enough, it's not powerful enough! Little brother, listen to your sister, go in!"
The flirtatious old woman, over fifty years old, was like a cow in heat, spreading her strong arms and pressing her firmly
against my buttocks, preventing my penis from galloping freely in the desolate wilderness.
Despite my hundred unwillingnesses, my poor penis could only obediently probe deep into the old cave overflowing with love juice. The
old cow was still not satisfied, pressing down harder on my buttocks while thrusting forward with a grunt
: "Come on, little brother, go in!"
Under the old cow's pulling and tugging, I pitifully lay on Sister Hu's body. In the past, I was the one
wildly dominating the beauties, but tonight, I was being led around by the old cow. My usually
unruly big cock could not endure such restraint, stubbornly struggling against its will. With great effort, just
as the head of my cock was about to pull out of the old hole, Sister Hu beneath me took a deep breath, and her two thick, fleshy doors
suddenly closed, firmly gripping the base of my cock: "Now that you're in, you can't leave so easily, hehe."
"Ah—" I was utterly desperate. In order to get free as soon as possible, I simply surrendered quickly and
ended . So, I roared, my jaw loosened, and I collapsed completely.
Seeing this, Sister Hu beneath me looked displeased: "Oh dear, is that all? Brother, you've been working on this for so long, and
this is all you've got?"
"I, I," I stammered, my face flushed with shame, panting heavily. Just as I was about to pull my penis out, the old woman
suddenly tightened her legs, clamping me tightly between her thighs, making me unable to move. "No, you're finished, but
Sister Hu hasn't even had a chance yet! Keep going!"
"What—?" Hearing Sister Hu's words, I was astonished: the old woman's sexual desire was so intense, it was
truly unimaginable. I was secretly groaning when the old cow beneath me started moving again. Her legs gripped my
waist, her hands pressed against my buttocks, and she was thrusting vigorously, her lower body contracting wildly and rapidly,
relentlessly pressing down on my gradually limp penis. An indescribable exhaustion spread from the base of my penis
throughout my body: "Sister Hu, I... I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die!"
"Hmph," Sister Hu scoffed, her thick lips curling into a disdainful sneer on her sweaty old face. She shoved me
off her with an annoyance: "Get lost. Practice for a few more years, then come back to play with Sister Hu!"
I lay back, filled with shame, my penis throbbing painfully, while the old cow beside me remained unusually
calm, as if nothing had happened. I couldn't help but admire her: experience truly matters!
With a clatter and a crash, as I was panting heavily, Sister Hu suddenly lifted the cover on the headboard and
pulled out a vibrator as long as an arm and as thick as a calf. She turned and inserted the plug into the
power strip on the windowsill, then pressed the head of the vibrator against my still unsatisfied genitals, and snapped it on.
The bedroom, which had gradually quieted down after the intense encounter, was once again filled with a hissing and creaking noise.
"Come on, help Sister Hu hold it down!" The vibrator head was throbbing wildly at Sister Hu's private parts. Sister Hu was holding the end of the vibrator but
couldn't control the head, so she grabbed my hand and pressed it against the head without saying a word
. The throbbing frequency vibrated intensely in my palm. In less than ten seconds, my palm went numb
. I tried to move my hand slightly, attempting to pull it out of Sister Hu's hand, but Sister Hu snorted in dissatisfaction and
gripped my hand even tighter. I had no choice but to give up the idea of sneaking away, and my palm became even more numb.
I leaned against Sister Hu's shoulder like a child, and asked blankly, "Sister Hu,
can you handle such a strong vibration?"
"Stop talking nonsense," Sister Hu said, her eyes closed and brows furrowed. Hearing my question, she pressed my hand down harder
, "Quick, help Sister Hu press down harder!"
Whether the intense vibration of the electric dildo could bring the old woman the pleasure she had longed for, we'll find out in the next
chapter.
Chapter Four: The Old Woman's antics rival those of a mischievous child, her lewdness no less than that of a bar hostess.
In the vast wilderness, wild grasshoppers hide among the tangled tufts of fur.
The grasshoppers love to eat semen, emptying their sacs of semen.
Ah, looking back now, it was a nightmare. My exhausted penis, after ejaculating, continued its relentless
torment inside the old woman's vagina—it was excruciatingly painful. My poor little penis had never
suffered such humiliation. Leaving Sister Hu's house, I grimaced in pain for the first half of the night, and in the second half, the urge to urinate
was constant. Dazed and disoriented, I stumbled into the bathroom, and the moment my hand touched my penis, a piercing pain shot through me.
Standing in the bathroom, shivering from the cold, I couldn't urinate a single drop.
When I woke the next morning, I felt incredibly weak, especially my lower back. It felt like I'd been riding an untamed wild
horse all night, galloping across a rugged wilderness. My buttocks were sore and numb
from the jolting, and my legs felt like they could never close. And my usually playful, throbbing penis was completely numb, as if
it had never existed. My once bulging crotch, after a night's sleep, was suddenly empty!

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