An unexpected bonus from playing hide-and-seek

In our village, when an old man and his daughter-in-law have an affair, it's called "ba hui" (扒灰),

and the old man becomes what people often call a "firewood burner" (烧火炉). I was little then and didn't understand what "ba hui" or "firewood burner" meant; I only knew it was an insult. Once, a cousin named Lei Bing, two years older than me, angered me, and I called him a "firewood burner," which made the aunties around me burst into laughter. I was so confused I almost cried. Later, thinking I understood what "firewood burner" meant, I yelled at my cousin fiercely, "Your husband is the firewood burner!" Unexpectedly, his husband heard me and became furious, his face turning red. "What nonsense are you spouting, you little brat?!" he roared, grabbing his pipe and chasing me for most of the village.

I dodged and weaved until I finally saw one of my dear aunties coming towards me. I quickly ran behind her, grabbed her clothes, and screamed for help.

My cousin's wife is always protective of her own and especially likes me, so of course she was angry. She shielded me with one hand and pointed at the old man with the other: "Uncle Cai, are you really going to stoop to the level of a child? You're over fifty years old. This little kid is barely a fraction of your size. What bad thing did he do to deserve this chase and beating? Are you bullying him because his parents are at work and not around? Let me tell you, Uncle Cai, his parents aren't here, so I am his mother. Don't even think about bullying my family!"

The old man was still angry from before, and now he was being scolded by my cousin's wife, so he was even angrier, his face turning ashen. He didn't dare to say anything or hit him, so he took his anger out on his own pipe. He snapped the pipe in half with a snap, smashed it on the ground, and stormed off.

My aunt squatted down, hugged me, and flicked my nose with her finger, asking, "Son, tell Auntie, how did you get involved with that old beast?"

I've always liked my aunt; she often gave me peanuts and fruit, so of course I listened to her. Her breasts were large, soft, and comfortable to lean against. I often liked to lean against them, and this time I did too, rubbing against her for a while before complaining, "Bing'er picked up my wooden ox, and when I went to ask for it back, he wouldn't give it to me and even cursed at me; his father even beat me. What does 'burning the stove' mean? Did his father have sex with his mother?" At that moment, I was absolutely filled with a thirst for knowledge.

"It's fucking his mother," my quick-witted aunt blurted out, but she immediately realized her mistake and exclaimed, "No, no, it's fucking... no, that's not right either. Why are you asking these questions, you little devil?" My aunt's expression was incredibly rich; her face turned bright red, her big, clear eyes widened, and her mouth opened so wide it could almost fit my little hand. She even playfully twisted my ear.

I confessed to her, feeling extremely embarrassed, "I called Lei Bing's father a stove maker... and he came and beat me up." I felt so wronged, my eyes brimming with tears, and my voice was a little hoarse.

My aunt was heartbroken: "San'er, be good, don't cry, come with me to eat peanuts... huh?" Then her expression turned fierce: "You old beast, you can make your own, why are you afraid of what others say?" Make? Make what? Adults' words are so hard to understand, they always leave you hanging!

Despite not understanding, I still went with my aunt to eat peanuts.

After that, I paid special attention to the stories the old women told about scavenging ashes and lighting the stove. I listened with great interest when they talked about these things, and that's how I learned why Uncle Cai was so angry that day—because he had stolen his daughter-in-law!

Later, I had the good fortune to personally witness them secretly having sex.

Here's what happened: From Guangcai, a group of us kids, ranging from five or six to eight or nine years old, agreed to play hide-and-seek. We played cards, one on each side, and a girl named Juanjuan was unlucky; she was the "cat." We all hid, and she had to find us. We hid here and there, one in the east, one in the west. I searched two alleys but couldn't find a hiding place. Suddenly, I noticed that Xiaobing's door wasn't closed properly, so I slipped inside without thinking and hid under a bed, waiting for Juanjuan to find me. I was very smug: "Juanjuan, now let's see how you find me!" I waited and waited under the bed until my eyelids started to droop, and finally, I couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I had no idea what time it was. Just as I was about to crawl out from under the bed, I suddenly noticed two hairy little sticks sticking out straight on the bedpost—no doubt, they belonged to Uncle Cai. Xiaobing's father had gone to the Sihe Coal Mine to work as a tow boy digging coal, and he wasn't home at all.

I sighed my bad luck under the bed: How could I have forgotten about offending that old geezer a few days ago? Of all places, I shouldn't have hidden under their bed! Now what? How could I dare to make a move? If that old geezer caught me, wouldn't he torture me to death? I slowly lay down, not daring to move an inch, intending to wait until Uncle Cai left before going out.

Little did I know that Uncle Cai had no intention of leaving. He sat steadily on the bedpost, crossed his legs, dangling one hairy foot back and forth, and was even smugly singing "Shajiabang"! He strained his throat and sang, "Back in the day, when my unit first opened, a dozen or so men with seven or eight guns..." His voice was like a duck being strangled, sending chills down my spine.

Just as I felt so humiliated I couldn't take it anymore, and was ready to rush out even if it meant getting beaten, I heard a door open. I peeked out from under the bed and saw a pair of feet in blue cloth shoes enter. The steps weren't large, so I guessed it was a woman's. The feet paused at the doorway, and I heard the door creak shut, followed by the rattling of the bolt. I looked down at the shoes and saw it was Bing's mother—my cousin's aunt, Zhou Erniang, from the next room. The feet reached the bed, about two feet away, and I could clearly see the yellow mud stuck to the edges of the shoes.

"You old geezer, what are you singing? It's awful," Zhou Erniang said in a low voice.

I saw a thin, withered, and dark hand touch Zhou Erniang's buttocks, its five black fingers even pinching it. Zhou Erniang slapped the hand away: "Take your paws off!" "Can't I even touch you once?" "

Didn't you touch me enough last night? You shameless thing, what about the clothes you said you'd buy me yesterday?" "Here you are? Come on, they don't look good on you." The hairy feet were on the ground, and the hand moved upwards, pulling up her clothes.

"I'll do it myself." Zhou Erniang pushed the dark hand away and pulled her clothes up herself, revealing her white belly. Above that was a small, grayish-white vest, hiding her two large, slightly sagging breasts inside. As she raised her arms, the lower half of her breasts were exposed, swaying so much that I was dizzy.

Those dark hands grabbed the pale, grayish-white vest and pulled it up, and wow, her breasts were fully exposed. Large, fleshy lumps, like two half-dried dates, were dark reddish-black, making one's mouth water. Those dark hands pressed down on the two mounds of flesh, groping and grabbing, even using two dark fingers to pinch and rub one of the "dates." At that moment, Cai Er Gong lowered his head and took the other "date" into his mouth, smacking and sucking like a baby nursing, making "tsk tsk tsk" sounds.

Zhou Er Niang impatiently pushed Cai Er Gong's head away, picked up the new vest, turned around, and began buttoning it up, one button at a time. Those dark hands grabbed Zhou Er Niang's slightly yellowed hands, preventing her from buttoning it. Zhou Erniang was getting a little angry. She swayed her body and said, "What's the rush? Weren't you done enough last night?" She finished dressing, stretched out her clothes, and turned around again. "Does it look good?"

"It looks good, it looks good." I saw Cai Ergong's hand reach over again, pulling open her newly dressed clothes and putting his hand inside. I guessed he was going to touch her big breasts again. I saw the new clothes move up and down and side to side across Zhou Erniang's stomach and chest with each bulge from his hands.

Zhou Erniang immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, collapsing onto Cai Ergong. Cai Ergong arched his backside forward, his bare belly pressing against Zhou Erniang's, his hands moving down to her buttocks, embracing her tightly until they were pressed together without a gap. He then rolled over, and the two of them tumbled onto the bed together—and I, underneath, was in for a world of hurt. I heard a whoosh, and dust that had accumulated on the straw of the bed for who knows how many centuries fell like snowflakes, covering me completely and making me want to sneeze. But I knew that if I made a sound, I would surely die a limp death.

I had no choice but to keep myself upright under the bed. Thankfully, the noise from the bed lessened by then, and less dust fell. After a series of smacking sounds from the bed, Zhou Erniang let out a long sigh: "Are you trying to suffocate? Kiss me gently... just like this..." "Don't bite my nipples, it hurts... ah... you rascal, be gentle... suck me... mmm..." So sweet! I couldn't believe it when I heard it from under the bed; the usually fierce and violent Zhou Erniang was making such a sweet sound.

Then came another series of smacking sounds...

"Yuhua, you're so fair-skinned... your breasts are so comfortable, so big and soft, I could touch them for two lifetimes and still not get enough..." It was then that I learned Bing's mother's name was Zhou Yuhua.

"Think about it, when your son comes back in two days, let's see what you'll touch." "Even when he comes back, I'll still touch him, I'll do it secretly, I'll not only touch him, I'll fuck him, I'll fuck you to death, you rotten woman. Uh, tell me, do you prefer me to fuck you or Changwa to fuck you?" "Go away, you old lecher, how can you ask your wife like that?" "Come on, let me touch it, look... it's hard again..." "Wow, it's so big, how come your thing hasn't shrunk even at your age, and it's still so big? No wonder you're so horny..." "Aren't you horny? Look, your pussy is dripping wet, it's all over my hand. Tell me, is mine bigger, or Changwa's bigger?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Tell me..." "I

won't tell you..."

"Tell me..."

"I won't tell you, you've seen your son's thing before."

"That was when he was so small, it's been over ten or twenty years. Back then, his thing was a little small, I don't know if it's grown up or not. You told me I'd buy you some clothes next time we go to the market." "You're a man of your word, right? If you try to fool me, I'll make sure you don't even get a sip of soup." She paused, then said, "Why hasn't it grown up? It's not much smaller than you, it's even a bit longer... Oh dear, you old thing, how did it grow up again..."

"Hurry up, spread your legs, I'm going to fuck you..."

After a long while, all I heard was Zhou Erniang's long "hmm": "It's so swollen... Your dick is so big."

Then, a clapping sound like someone slapping their hands and Zhou Erniang's humming and moaning sounds rang out together, and the straw under the mat started shaking and rustling—I was unlucky again under the bed, eating endless ashes!

After a long while, the noise from upstairs subsided, and voices came down, though some were panting: "How comfortable, Yuhua, want something even more comfortable?" "Ah... what more comfortable do you have? You probably don't have any new tricks up your sleeve." "Who says you don't? Today when I went to buy you clothes, I stopped by for tea, and Old Man Lin on the street told me about something. Come on, let's try it."

"What do we do?" It sounded like Zhou Erniang was also interested.

"You stand by the bed first..." Cai Ergong pretended to be a teacher at this moment.

I then saw a pair of feet coming down—white thighs above—standing by the bed.

"Turn around, that's right, lie down, hands on the bed frame. Stick your butt up higher..." Wow, this is incredible, I could see it clearly from under the bed, Zhou Erniang's legs were facing me, her legs spread apart, and between her two snow-white thighs, there was a patch of shiny black hair, wet. Beneath the black hair were two plump, brownish labia, covered with a white, foamy substance. These labia were open, revealing two more tender, reddish labia. The upper halves of these labia were connected by a slightly hard, white lump of flesh, below which was a fleshy opening about the size of a thumb, from which the same foamy liquid was seeping out.

At this moment, Cai Ergong got off the bed and came up behind Zhou Erniang. One black hand grabbed her plump, white buttocks, while the other guided his equally black penis. Aiming at the fleshy opening, he thrust it in with a loud slap, his testicles slamming hard against Zhou Erniang's white fleshy lump.

Zhou Erniang let out a long cry, her thighs tensing instantly. "Oh dear, it's too deep, slow down..." From my angle, I could just see Cai Ergong's penis going in and out of that fleshy hole repeatedly: sometimes slowly pulling out, then slowly thrusting in again; sometimes slowly pulling out, then quickly thrusting in hard again... sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. With Cai Ergong's different thrusting techniques, Zhou Erniang also moaned along with the slapping sounds, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. During the in-and-out motion, the vaginal fluid inside her fleshy hole was drawn out in gushes by the penis, making the penis and her plump vagina glisten with oil, and flowing down her snow-white inner thighs like gutter water.

After thrusting in and out two or three hundred times, Cai Ergong let out a low growl, like a madman, his legs tense, his toes pointing upwards, his buttocks slapping Zhou Erniang's equally tense, white buttocks pressed back against him with rapid, hard pounding. Suddenly, Cai Ergong stopped moving, his penis deeply embedded in her fat vagina, his body convulsing and trembling like he was having a seizure, each tremor accompanied by a soft "ah ah" sound.

Then, Cai Ergong slumped limply onto Zhou Erniang's back, panting heavily. At this moment, I noticed that Cai Ergong's penis had slid limply out of her fat vagina, wrinkled, wet, and ugly... That night:

Cai Ergong didn't leave, Zhou Erniang didn't leave, and I didn't leave either—I dared not leave!

That night:

Cai Ergong slept on top, Zhou Erniang slept in the middle, and I slept at the bottom—under the bed!

It wasn't until dawn the next day, when they had all left, that I came out. My aunt caught me. She asked where I'd been, saying they'd been looking for me for ages. I told her what happened last night, and she blushed and laughed for a while before patting my head and finally saying, "Little monkey, look at you! You look like you were pulled out of a pile of ashes. Go home and take a bath!"

[The End]

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