【A Beautiful Woman's Lament】(4)

Chapter Four
I stood outside the station exit, searching for my second aunt amidst the massive crowd. This was
the train Mom had mentioned, but I couldn't find her anywhere. The August sun blazed fiercely, baking everything in its path; there wasn't a breath
of wind, the air seemed frozen. Sweating profusely, I scanned the area, my anxiety growing. Just then,
a clear voice called from behind me, "Xiaowei!" I turned around to see a woman in her early twenties standing before me
, looking at me with delight—it was my second aunt.
"Second Aunt!" We hugged each other happily. Suddenly, I felt two large, soft mounds pressing
against my chest. I knew what was happening, my face flushed, and I quickly released her. My aunt, oblivious to
my embarrassment, continued excitedly, pulling my hand and looking me up and down. "Oh my, it's been years!
You're as tall as me now! Last time I saw you, your head was only this high!" she exclaimed, gesturing to her
chest. Following her gaze, I noticed her thin white short-sleeved t-shirt was almost transparent,
revealing two dark nipples. She wasn't wearing a bra; no wonder her breasts
felt so soft earlier. My face flushed, and I quickly started talking to her while helping her carry her bags
. She even brought a large bag of cantaloupes from her hometown—my favorite childhood treat.
We boarded the bus, but there were no seats. We stood by the exit, placing our things at our feet
for easy access when we arrived at our stop. As the bus passed through the city, more and more people got on, and in no time,
my aunt and I were surrounded by people. Many people noticed the secret under my aunt's clothes, and some lecherous men
deliberately groped her chest. My aunt was a little annoyed, but she couldn't retaliate, so she had no choice but to turn around
and face me.
We finally got home, both of us exhausted and covered in sweat. My aunt's chest and back were soaked with sweat
, and I could clearly see her cleavage and half of her back. I put down my things and went back to my room to change out of my sports
t-shirt, then ran shirtless to the kitchen to get some water. At that moment, I saw my aunt take a pink
bra and a blouse from her bag and go into the inner room, closing the door behind her. She changed quickly and came out
to help my mother pack.
That evening at dinner, my mother asked me to pack a bag of melons to take to Xiaojian, and I readily agreed. Xiao Jian is
my best friend in class. A few days ago, his mother went on a trip, and he stayed at my house for one night. I transferred
to No. 15 Middle School last year. The students in my class generally come from well-off families and look down on kids like me from the countryside. Xiao
Jian's family is also quite wealthy, but he's a very nice person and always wants to hang out with me. Especially during holidays, he comes to see
me almost every day. Several times we played too late, and my mom invited him to stay for dinner. My parents both like him and
praise him for being polite and sensible, like a city kid. I've been to his house several times, but his mother has never invited me
to stay for dinner; it seems city people aren't used to that.
After dinner, my dad went to the shop. My family runs a grain and oil distribution store, also selling vegetables and meat,
but Xiao Jian always calls it the vegetable shop, and I always tease him for being lazy and not knowing anything about grains. Our shop opened last year
, and business is very good. I guess in a few years, my family will be as wealthy as Xiao Jian's family. Because the shop is quite large,
with a big warehouse in the back, someone has to watch the shop every night. Usually, my parents take turns, and
I sometimes go too. Tonight, Dad is watching the shop, Mom and my aunt are sleeping in the big bed in the outer room, and I'm sleeping in the inner room.
I was running around all afternoon and was sleepy early. After eating, I washed my face and went back to my room to lie down on my
bed. In this sweltering summer, I never use a blanket. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I suddenly
heard the sound of water being poured. I immediately woke up, my heart pounding, and listened carefully
to the sounds from the outer room. Yes, it was Mom or my aunt washing themselves. I quietly got out of bed and went to the door.
I gently turned the handle, revealing a small hole in the door, from which I could clearly see what was happening in the outer room.
This has been my secret for the past month or so: the light in the inner room is off, while the light outside is on, so the person in the outer room
won't notice anything unusual about the door. In the summer, whenever my mother was home, she would always pour a basin of water to wash
herself before bed. I would often squat behind the door of the inner room to peep at her during this time.
I learned this trick very early on; when I was in elementary school in my hometown, I often followed the boys from the village to peep into the girls' toilet.
In those years, there were no toilets in the courtyards of the countryside; usually, a row of families would build one toilet together in front of the haystack at the end of the alley
, and everyone in that row would use it together, which made it easy for us to peep . Later,
we became more and more brazen, often peeping under people's windows. We saw almost all the pretty young women and wives in the village
. Once, I was squatting behind a toilet with a few friends when my second aunt came in. At that time, my second aunt
was a famous young woman in our village. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had a great figure, slender in the right places and upright in the right places. Everyone
was stunned. I was incredibly unhappy, but I didn't dare say a word. I watched helplessly as my own aunt
urinated naked in front of several children, her vulva and anus completely exposed. The children
's lustful looks made them want to lick her. Afterwards, they all felt bad and apologized profusely, so
I didn't think much of it. Actually, I was also greedily staring at my aunt's lower body. Even though
she was a close relative, the attraction of flesh is irresistible.
There was a classmate named Xiao Qi in my class. His parents both worked at the city education bureau. This guy was a little hooligan,
often circulating Japanese porn in class. Actually, I had spied on men and women having sex several times in the countryside,
but the variety of techniques in the videos still broadened my horizons. The actresses were all prettier and sexier than the women in the village
. I gradually began to observe the women around me with prejudiced eyes, starting with Xiao Jian's mother,
Ms. Song, our eighth-grade English teacher. She was a famous beauty in our school. I always felt she looked
somewhat like Michelle Reis, and she had very fair skin, a tall and voluptuous figure, especially her high, firm breasts, which
swayed as she walked, always attracting attention. The boys often talked about Ms. Song's
body in private, and which leader or male teacher had secretly glanced at her breasts, etc. Of course, no one dared to let Xiao Jian know.
Jian heard this. Xiao Jian and I are good buddies, so I usually keep my distance from these conversations. However,
I couldn't help but fantasize about Xiao Jian's mother, especially since she was my classmate's
mother; it gave me a wicked thrill.
Gradually, I found myself thinking about very wicked things when I looked at my mother. One
day in early June, I couldn't resist peeping at my mother washing herself, and from then on, I couldn't stop. Now I'm very
familiar with my mother's naked body; I can perfectly picture her in my imagination whenever I think of her.
My mother is thirty-four years old this year, and her figure hasn't become overweight at all. Especially her firm, toned waist, which makes her
breasts and hips appear particularly wide. Her lower abdomen protrudes slightly, but not in a bulging way; rather,
because her entire waist is slightly forward, her lower back is concave, making her buttocks appear large and firm.
My mother's legs are long and smooth; when she walks while washing herself, the flesh on her thighs and buttocks twitches, like it's
twitching my nerves. I noticed that my mother regularly shaved her pubic hair, leaving her genitals always bald
. Occasionally, she would take off her underwear to wash herself. At these times, she would squat over a small plastic basin, head down,
splashing water with her hands to carefully wash herself, but always with her back to the door of the inner room, so I
knew nothing about the details of her genitals.
Now, what I wanted to see wasn't my mother's familiar body, but my aunt's naked body. Sure enough, when I
looked through the small hole, I saw my aunt washing herself. She had placed the basin on a chair, bending over to wash her
smooth, slender neck. Her breasts swayed gently, about the same size as my mother's, but even
whiter and firmer. My aunt's body was slender and delicate, dazzlingly white, and her thighs, supporting her bent
upper body, had taut muscles that looked somewhat robust. My second aunt was only wearing a thin,
light yellow thong. When she stood up, the thong stretched taut, clinging to her round, firm buttocks.
Her body seemed younger and more vibrant than my mother's, especially her fair skin,
which contrasted sharply with my mother's somewhat dull complexion. I fell asleep very late that night,
the bodies of my mother, my second aunt, and Xiao Jian's mother constantly swirling in my mind. As I imagined their bodies, I
rapidly masturbated my already hard and swollen penis, finally settling on Teacher Song
's pretty face. As I released the pleasure of orgasm, I imagined my semen shooting onto Teacher Song's
beautiful face. Before, when I masturbated, I would first think of my mother's body, and then
switch to Teacher Song's face when I ejaculated because I had never seen Teacher Song's body, and I simply couldn't accept
the idea of ejaculating on my mother, even if it was just in my imagination.
The next morning, without eating breakfast, I grabbed a cantaloupe and headed to Xiaojian's house. My mom also packed a bag of big,
juicy cucumbers for me to take there. She gave me a receipt and told me to pick up
the photos she'd taken a few days ago at the photo studio on my way. Actually, I left home early so I could go online for a while and play until around 9:00 before heading to Xiaojian's.
My house isn't actually that far from Xiaojian's, but taking the bus involves a huge detour, taking over an hour, and sometimes
even two hours if there's traffic. Anyway, whether it's an hour or two, if I walk now,
Xiaojian definitely won't be up by the time I get there. Xiaojian is a habitual late sleeper; he used to come to visit me
a day earlier or later, and sometimes he'd oversleep and not come at all.
I took the cantaloupe and cucumbers into the internet cafe. There weren't many people inside, and when I logged on, almost no one was online either
. Well, who would be up so early to go online? I was about to open the game when I suddenly remembered I should send Xiaojian a
message to let him know I'd made the trip for nothing if his family wasn't home. So I thought about what to say and started typing
.
"Xiaojian, are you home? My aunt brought some local specialties yesterday, and my mom packed a bag for me
to deliver to your house. I'll be there around 11 o'clock. Play some games first, and let me know when you're online
." After typing, I checked it carefully two or three times to make sure there were no problems before sending it. I seem to
have a bit of OCD; when chatting online, I have to think through every sentence several times before sending it. Then I opened the game
and immediately immersed myself in it.
When I checked the time, it was already 10:15, and Xiaojian hadn't responded at all. I wondered
what was wrong with him; maybe he hadn't gotten up yet. I had to take the two bags to the bus stop. Just as I got to the bus stop, I remembered
I almost forgot to pick up the photos for my mother. I exclaimed how careless I was. Luckily, the photo studio wasn't far away, and I got the photos in no time
. Then I took the bus back.
The ride was quite smooth, just before the midday rush hour. Bored
, I took out the photos I'd taken last summer when my mother went to Beijing; they were only just developed. Looking at my mother's
face in the photos, I suddenly realized she was actually quite beautiful—a lovely oval face with a radiant smile, giving off
a sweet feeling.
By the time I arrived at Xiaojian's house, it was almost noon.
I figured they were having dinner, and his mother would definitely invite me to stay. Thinking this, I reached for the gate, only to find it locked. I
peered through the peephole and saw the living room door on the first floor was wide open. A little surprised, I knocked a few times on the gate
. Immediately afterward, I regretted it. This wasn't the countryside; knocking on someone's door like that was incredibly rude
. I stood hesitantly outside, wondering if I should just slip away. Just then, the door slammed
open a crack, and an old man I didn't recognize poked his head out, looking at me suspiciously. He asked who I
was looking for. "Grandpa, hello... I... I'm Zhou Jian's classmate, bringing... bringing some things." I said,
unconsciously holding up the two bags of fruit I was carrying. The old man's gaze was anything but friendly, making me feel
uneasy, and I started to stammer. I thought this person might be a relative or friend visiting, otherwise how come I'd
never seen him before? But this guy was so rude.
"Zhou Jian isn't here, come back tomorrow." The old man's tone was very unpleasant. His darting eyes
scanned the cantaloupes and cucumbers in the plastic bags for a few moments, then he suddenly changed his tune, "Um... wait a minute, come in."
He opened the door wider and stepped aside to let me in.
I really didn't understand who this person was. Since Xiao Jian wasn't there, why was he letting me in?
But I obediently went in anyway, thinking I'd better put my things down and leave quickly; I definitely wouldn't get to eat this meal
. The old man led me into the living room, then went directly to the door of Xiao Jian's mother's bedroom. He turned around and saw me
standing nervously in the living room, beckoning me over. I felt very uncomfortable, even having a vague
sense of foreboding.
I still forced myself to go over. The old man stepped aside, his face full of smiles, but these smiles
made me feel a chill. I reached the door, and as soon as I turned around, an unimaginable scene immediately
caught my eye: on a large bed covered with pink sheets, two men and two women were naked and
having sex! Yes, they were having sex. Although I'd seen this kind of thing a few times before, this was
the first time I'd witnessed it firsthand, and the first time I'd ever seen group sex. I was completely stunned,
utterly bewildered. Four vibrant bodies were frozen in four different positions, like
a still frame from a movie, but what was happening before my eyes was a real, live performance.
I regained my composure and realized that the four weren't entangled together, but rather engaged in intercourse in pairs. On
my side, a woman was kneeling on all fours, her buttocks raised high, while a bloated, fat
man knelt behind her, his lower body pressed tightly against her buttocks. This woman had long legs, a slender
waist, and a large bust; her long hair fell onto the bed, and she looked relatively young.
These two were facing away from me, and on their side, another couple was also having sex. The man, with
a buzz cut, lay straight down. A voluptuous woman with slightly wavy, backless black hair sat cross-legged on his lap,
her plump buttocks pressing tightly against his hips, her crossed legs resting on his stomach. The woman's
hands were clasped together, inserted upwards into her cleavage, so that her large breasts rested on
her forearms, gently lifted – a position rarely seen even in adult films, known as the "
Lotus Flower Seated Position."
The woman's voluptuous body and unusual posture captivated me until the
fat man on the other side moved away from the woman beneath him, bringing me back to my senses. The fat man's penis was still swollen and erect, but
dripping wet as if it had just been washed. The woman he had just finished with sat up, raising her head
and meeting my gaze.
We were both startled. I felt the young girl looked very familiar, and after a few seconds, I realized
she was Xiao Jian's older sister. When I first met Xiao Jian's sister at his house, I just called her "sister" like Xiao Jian did. Later, when
I learned her name was Zhou Ran, I started calling her "Ranran-jie" (Sister Ranran).
At this moment, Ranran-jie was naked, so I didn't recognize her immediately. When she saw me, her eyes
widened in terror, and she quickly lowered her head. I immediately thought of the woman inside; her curly hair
also looked familiar. Although she hadn't turned around, I immediately realized that
the woman in that lewd pose was Xiao Jian's mother.
With a "thud," the two bags I was carrying fell to the floor, and I immediately felt many eyes turn to me
. I noticed that besides the two men on the bed and the Zhou mother and daughter, there were several menacing-looking men standing or standing in the room
, and I couldn't help but gasp. At that moment, Teacher Song, who was on the bed, also turned and glanced at me
. It was that beautiful face I often fantasized about. She stared at me blankly for a few seconds, then seemed to realize
something, blushed, and turned away from me.
My mind raced: Could this be the group sex party Xiao Qi had mentioned? But
why would Xiao Jian's mother and sister participate in such an event? And I really couldn't imagine that Teacher Song and Sister Ranran would be
such lewd people. Suddenly, I thought that Teacher Song and Sister Ranran might have been kidnapped and gang-raped by these people. I wondered
what they would do to me. I had only ever seen such things on TV, and I couldn't help but tremble.
A pair of large hands pressed on my thin shoulders, and I heard the old man's voice behind me, "Young man,
do you know this naked girl?" I didn't speak, just stared blankly at Teacher Song and
Sister Ranran on the bed. "Want to play with this girl?" the old man said to me in a very kind tone. When I thought of
what "play with" meant, my heart pounded wildly, and my brain buzzed. At that moment,
I couldn't even tell if I was excited or scared.
"Don't sit there, come and serve this little brother." The old man's voice became stern, his tone
laced with threat. Ranran hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and took a few steps to me. A faint
scent of a woman's body immediately filled my nostrils. I felt my mouth go dry, completely unable to understand
why Ranran was so compliant.
Completely naked, Ranran hesitated and writhed before me, finally bending down and reaching out her hands
to unbutton my pants, then pulling them down along with my underwear. My penis sprang out
, stiff and throbbing; I hadn't even realized how swollen it had become.
Ranran reached out a slender, white hand and grasped my penis. A tingling sensation immediately spread
throughout my body, even a faint itch inside. As Ranran began to rhythmically
rub it, the tingling sensation grew stronger and stronger, far surpassing the pleasure of masturbation.
"Get on the bed and do it, pose like your mother, I'll take some pictures of you!" The old man's voice
was right next to my ear, startling me. Hearing this, Ranran released my penis and slowly returned to
the bed.
I was still standing there dumbfounded when the old man grabbed my shoulders and pushed me onto the bed, took off my
shoes, and made me lie flat next to the crew-cut guy. This way, I saw Teacher Song's face. I felt that
her breasts were particularly large, and combined with her tall and voluptuous body, she exuded a more mature aura than when she was clothed
. At this moment, she seemed to be chanting scriptures, except that she was naked, and her eyes...
The old man looked ahead somewhat awkwardly, his face filled with embarrassment and humiliation.
At that moment, Ranran spread her legs and squatted on top of me, grabbing my hard penis with one hand and aiming it at her
vulva, slowly sitting down. As my glans entered her vagina, a strange sensation
rushed to my brain; this all-encompassing pleasure was completely different from masturbation. Gradually, Ranran sat down completely
, taking my entire penis into her vagina. I didn't dare look up, only feeling
Ranran's smooth, plump skin and body.
"You don't need to sit cross-legged anymore, let this little brother see how you fuck," the old man said, turning to look at me.
I understood what he meant and quickly looked up, only to find Ranran had pulled her right leg, which had been resting on my right side, back up
, exposing our joined bodies to my view. All I could see was a dark, hairy area,
nothing was clear. I never imagined Ranran's pubic hair would be so thick; it reminded me of my mother's bald
vulva.
The old man had Ranran and me chat while we did it, while he stood by the bed to supervise. Ranran
placed her hands on her knees, spread her legs wide, and began to move up and down. The feeling of being fucked was
indescribable, both physically and mentally. I never imagined my first time would be like this.
"Xiaowei, is my pussy tight?" Ranran suddenly asked, her eyes
not looking at me, but rather flickering upwards. Her words made my heart skip a beat; it felt
like a dream, but even in a dream, I wouldn't dream of a Ranran like this. I involuntarily nodded
and hummed in response.
Ranran opened her mouth, as if to say something, but didn't, just continued moving up and down slowly
. The old man beside her didn't pressure her; he just stood there watching with a grin, his withered
hand roaming over Ranran's body, occasionally tugging at her nipples.
Suddenly, the crew-cut man beside her spoke up, urging, "You put your legs down and do what your daughter does, quick!"
Lost in thought, Teacher Song paused, lowering her clasped hands. Her two large, trembling breasts
drooped, and she laboriously uncrossed her legs, squatting down like Ranran.
I suddenly noticed that beneath Teacher Song's neatly trimmed, dark pubic hair, a pink, moist vulva was slightly
parted, exposed to the air, right before my eyes. The man's penis wasn't inside her; it
was inserted into the hole behind her vulva.
I never imagined that a penis could be inserted into a woman's anus like this. The elegant
and beautiful Ms. Song had a penis inserted into her anus. Just thinking about it made me
dizzy. I saw Ms. Song moving her body up and down slowly, the man's thick, long
penis going in and out of her anus with a "hissing" sound, just like it was inserted into her vagina.
After some time, I felt a growing urge to urinate, which intensified,
even causing a slight pain in my lower abdomen. I didn't know if I was about to ejaculate or if I just really needed to urinate. After another half minute,
I finally couldn't control myself. I felt a tingling sensation in my glans and ejaculated inside Ms. Ranran.
Ms. Ranran felt my ejaculation and stopped moving, half-squatting. My penis was still partially inserted in her vagina
, throbbing and ejaculating, the veins on it bulging and clearly visible. I then
realized I was already drenched in sweat, my short-sleeved shirt and half-pulled pants soaked through, and my neck was aching
terribly. I simply lowered my head and breathed softly.
"You came so quickly?" the old man sneered. "But it's okay, first time, right? Let your slutty sister
practice with you a bit more. Come on, let this little brother touch your breasts." With that, the old man gently
pushed Ranran forward, and she bent over, her arms supporting her on either side of my head, her full, firm breasts
swaying back and forth in front of my face.
Ranran grabbed my right hand and placed it on her left breast, kneading it
. My small hand gently grasped her nipple, feeling its softness and smoothness, like a hot water
bottle filled with water.
On the other side, Teacher Song, urged on by the crew-cut man, quickened her pace. She sat upright, her hands gently
resting on her thighs, her large breasts bobbing violently up and down with her movements. The rapid, large movements
caused the flesh of her plump buttocks and thighs to contract and relax in tandem, while her beautiful hair
swayed, causing the entire bed to tremble and emit soft creaking sounds. Combined with her
heavy breathing and intermittent moans, the whole scene appeared incredibly obscene.
The old man placed my other hand on Ranran's breast, then swept her long hair
to one side, revealing her entire delicate and beautiful face, which was now very close to mine. We both
avoided each other's eyes in embarrassment. I saw fine beads of sweat on her nose; her exquisite features and
pretty face were those of a stunning beauty, yet this beautiful college student was now being violated in a humiliating position by a
middle school student several years younger than her, who was playing with her breasts.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ms. Song stop what she was doing and sit down. The man beneath her was moaning with pleasure,
clearly ejaculating. After a while, the man finally got up and left Ms. Song. Then
, Sister Ranran was also pulled up by the old man, leaving only me lying stiffly on the bed and the naked Ms. Song.
"Come and taste this little cock," the old man commanded Ms. Song, pointing at my limp penis.
Ms. Song obediently bent down and took my penis into her mouth. The warm, soft sensation enveloped my
penis, completely different from the feeling of fucking, yet just as comfortable. In less than a minute, my penis
became hard again under the licking and sucking of Ms. Song's small mouth and tongue.
At this moment, the old man grabbed Ms. Song's hair and pulled her mouth away from my penis, a thin, sticky strand of saliva
pulling out, still attached to the glans. Ms. Song pursed her lips tightly, looking like she was about to cry. The
old man's two small eyes darted around and landed on me, making me feel uneasy. "Let this..."
"Let me serve you, little one." With that, the old man pulled Teacher Song down to squat on top of me. Teacher Song
's buttocks and thighs were truly large, especially in this position, looking up from below created a spectacular sight
; her two alluring vulvas were brazenly exposed to my eyes; beneath the white, tender flesh of her groin, the blue
veins were clearly visible.
I noticed that Teacher Song's vulva was as delicate as a virgin's, showing no signs of being the
genitals of a woman nearing middle age; the two parted labia majora had only slightly darker wrinkles at the tips, the rest being uniformly
pink and smooth; the entire outer labia majora were smooth and flawless, pressing against the layer of tender flesh in the middle;
the entire vulva was glistening with moisture.
But what I was more focused on at this moment was Teacher Song's anus in her cleft, the opening of the fleshy hole, recently penetrated by a man,
closed like a flower bud, slightly swollen. I couldn't believe such a thick penis could fit into such a tiny hole
, and I couldn't help but admire the flexibility of Ms. Song's anal sphincter.
The old man had Ranran take the bag of melons and cucumbers to the kitchen to wash them, and then ordered Ms. Song to spread her
vulva open for me to see. I saw Ms. Song put her hands under her crotch, gently press the fleshy part of
her labia majora, and pull them apart, revealing a round opening at the end of her vulva. It was the first time I
had seen a woman's vulva so closely, and I felt an indescribable excitement. Ms. Song's vulva was very beautiful;
her pink and luscious clitoris was squeezed together, blocking her vaginal opening, and was still gently wriggling.
Suddenly, a withered hand reached under Ms. Song's crotch, and a finger pressed against her anus. I saw
Ms. Song's entire vulva contract heavily under the stimulation, especially the fleshy part inside the vulva; with each wriggling
, a hole was revealed in the middle, the hole dark inside, as if it were exhaling air. After a few probes, the finger
was inserted into Teacher Song's anus. A small section of the finger poked and prodded inside, making her
anus bulge and smoothing out the surrounding folds, even causing her slightly protruding perineum to swell
. Teacher Song, half-squatting, endured the finger's ravaging of her rear, letting out painful
groans.
After a while, Sister Ranran returned to the bedroom after washing the cantaloupe and cucumber. The old man also pulled out his
finger, then picked up a clean, thick, and long cucumber, and in front of me, used
the thicker end of the cucumber to poke Teacher Song's open vagina. The tender flesh contracted violently under the stimulation of the cold cucumber
. Teacher Song realized what the old man was going to do, her face filled with terror, and the flesh on her lower abdomen
trembled.
"Ah!" With a suppressed but painful scream, the tip of the cucumber was shoved into Teacher Song's vagina.
Slowly, her vaginal opening was stretched wider and wider until the thickest part of the cucumber was inserted. I watched in astonishment
as Teacher Song's vaginal opening was stretched to twice its previous size, the entire vulva deformed.
About a third of the cucumber was inserted into Teacher Song's vagina, filling her entire vagina completely, while the remaining
two-thirds were held in place by her vaginal opening, pointing at my forehead like a large green penis.
Then, Sister Ranran was forced to kneel between my legs, burying her head between my legs and taking my penis in her mouth. Her oral
sex technique was obviously not as good as Teacher Song's, sounding very stiff, and her teeth occasionally scraped
the surface of my tender penis.
Under the old man's direction, Teacher Song bent over, squatted slightly, then
knelt down, her two heavy, round breasts swaying in my face
, large and white, dazzlingly bright. Below, Sister Ranran stopped giving me oral sex, got up, and pulled off my
pants and socks, tossing them aside. With a clatter, my keys and the photos
slipped out of my large pants pocket and fell to the floor.
The old man made me move down a little, my legs dangling off the bed, and my face was now
below Teacher Song's lower body. Then Sister Ranran straddled my penis, once again
inserting my hard shaft into her vagina, and began to sway her hips back and forth. Her tight, fleshy vagina gripped
my penis, stimulating my body with each thrust of her lower body. The sensation
was different from the previous up-and-down thrusting. Meanwhile, Ranran, facing her mother with a cucumber inserted in her vagina, was
actively making love with a boy several years younger than her, her brother's classmate. Her heart was filled with
indescribable misery.
"Don't just think about your own pleasure, little beauty, show some respect to your mother too," the old man said, grabbing
Ranran's right hand and placing it on the cucumber inserted in Teacher Song's vagina. Ranran resisted weakly, but ultimately
grasped the end of the cucumber. She moved her lower body cautiously, afraid to make any movement with her hand, lest she
violate her mother.
"Move faster, or I'll have to use your asshole,"
the old man threatened, before his hand had even finished, already slipping into Ranran's buttocks, gently touching her delicate anus
. Ranran trembled, and after hesitating, she gently began to move the cucumber in her hand.
I saw it clearly below: Teacher Song's vagina was stretched wide open, tightly gripping the thickest
part of the cucumber. With Ranran's movements, the vaginal opening and slit were constantly deformed and twisted by the cucumber, and Teacher Song
couldn't help but let out soft moans. Urged on by the old man, Ranran
twisted the cucumber more and more forcefully and quickly, gradually stopping her own body movements and focusing on stimulating her
mother with the cucumber. Teacher Song's moans also began to become more rapid.
Under the old man's instructions, Ranran twisted and thrust. Slowly,
a layer of fluid seeped from Teacher Song's vagina, and the cucumber inside her body was no longer tightly stuck to the vaginal walls, but
could slide back and forth with the lubrication of the vaginal secretions. This caused more fluid to be drawn
out of Teacher Song's vagina. A small section of cucumber outside her vaginal opening was wet and covered in vaginal fluid. The clitoris at the top of her vaginal opening
was also swollen and erect, and her entire labia majora were flushed red.
The cucumber was now being thrust in and out of Teacher Song's vagina, with drops of vaginal fluid occasionally dripping onto my face
. Ranran was on the verge of tears; she couldn't bear
the feeling of being fucked by me while simultaneously having a cucumber inserted into her mother's vagina. But disobedience would only lead to more brutal torture.
Ranran's eyes were red, and she sobbed softly as the old man urged her to move the cucumber faster and faster
. Teacher Song, under the intense stimulation, twisted her upper body and legs in discomfort, trying to suppress her moans
. "Ah...too deep!" Teacher Song suddenly let out a painful cry. It turned out that Ranran, while thrusting,
had unknowingly pushed the cucumber further in, finally reaching Teacher Song's cervix. The intense stimulation and
pain caused Teacher Song to scream. Upon hearing this, Ranran quickly pulled out a section of the cucumber, then
continued thrusting rapidly and cautiously. After a while, a "snap" sound rang out, and the cucumber
was snapped in half. One half was in Ranran's hand, while the other half remained inside Teacher Song's vagina,
with about three or four centimeters protruding from her opening. Teacher Song finally caught her breath and began to pant heavily. Ranran, however,
stood there dumbfounded, holding the half-cucumber, unsure of what to do.
Seeing this, the old man took the cucumber and began to eat it with relish, then ordered Ranran to continue moving her body.
Seeing Ranran begin to move, the old man was still not satisfied and made her place her hands on Teacher Song's two
large buttocks. Ranran did as she was told, vigorously thrusting into me while supporting her mother's buttocks,
all the while slapping Teacher Song's round, white buttocks at the old man's command, like slapping her face
, making the two mounds of flesh tremble and produce loud, crisp "slap slap" sounds.
Accompanied by Ranran's intermittent moans and the "slap slap" sounds from Teacher Song's buttocks,
the tingling sensation in my lower body grew stronger and stronger. Finally, I couldn't help but let out a muffled cry, and then began to
ejaculate in spasms. This time, the pleasure was so intense that my whole body convulsed. The ejaculation lasted for more than half a minute; even I was surprised where I got so much 　　semen
after just ejaculating once . 　　The lewd play finally came to an end, and I was completely exhausted. Slowly getting out of bed, I noticed that 　　Ms. Song's buttocks were bright red from being whipped. She was sitting on the bed with her legs bent, head bowed as if she were crying 　　. The thick cucumber that had been inserted into her vagina was now out, wet and lying on the bed. 　　The men in the room had already finished eating all the melons and cucumbers. I noticed that 　　a boy standing by the TV, who looked a little younger than me, was Wang Xiaoqiang from our school. This guy was a petty thug; 　　although he was a year younger than me, almost everyone in the school knew him. Wang Xiaoqiang's appearance made me even more 　　confused. The thought that he might have organized these people to gang rape Ms. Song and her daughter sent a 　　chill down my spine. I couldn't believe that a thug in the school would have such power. 　　The short-haired guy threw my pants at me, told me to put them on, then picked up the cucumber that had just been inserted into Ms. Song's vagina 　　and led me out of the bedroom. As I walked out of the bedroom, I glanced back and saw Wang Xiaoqiang climb onto the bed and slung 　　over Ms. Song. Normally, seeing a teacher being raped by her student would have shocked me 　　, but having just experienced something far more unimaginable, I felt almost nothing 　　. 　　In the living room, the man with the crew cut handed me the keys he'd dropped, then held up a photo of my mother and 　　asked, "Who is this?" 　　"It's my mom," I answered timidly. "Oh, she's alright-looking," the man said, staring intently 　　at the photo, as if talking to himself. I immediately regretted my actions; a sense of foreboding washed over me. 　　"How old is your mom?" the man continued. My mind was a mess. Sensing that this man might 　　harm my mother, I hesitated and didn't answer. The man didn't press further, but instead smiled and 　　handed me a slice of cucumber, pulling me to sit on the sofa. 　　"Things soaked in a woman's vaginal fluid are fragrant and nutritious, try a bite," the crew-cut man coaxed me, without 　　any threat. I still didn't dare disobey, slowly bringing the cucumber to my mouth and taking a small bite. 　　Aside from a faint fishy smell, the cucumber wasn't anything special, and it wasn't very crisp. Seeing that it 　　was still damp, I figured the fishy smell was probably from Teacher Song's vagina. Seeing that the cucumber was slightly 　　deformed, I immediately understood that it was the pressure from Teacher Song's vagina that made it less crisp. 　　My heart was filled with astonishment at the power of a woman's vagina. 　　"Little brother, have you ever fucked a woman before?" "No...no..." I answered softly. 　　"Oh, so how was it fucking this sister today?" the crew-cut man continued. I didn't know how to 　　answer, so I remained silent. Seeing this, the man with the crew cut chuckled and patted my shoulder, saying, "Little brother, 　　don't tell anyone about what happened today. Otherwise, if your classmate finds out you slept with his sister, you'll be in a very difficult position, understand?" 　　I quickly nodded, feeling incredibly sorry for Xiao Jian. Then the man with the crew cut offered to take me home. 　　I didn't dare refuse and followed him out of Xiao Jian's house, all the way to the alley entrance, where we got into a black sedan. 　　Along the way, the man with the crew cut subtly probed about my mother's situation. I grew increasingly worried, trying 　　to evade his questions. The car had the air conditioning on, but the outside temperature was very high. 　　Women on both sides of the road were wearing revealing and sexy summer clothes, their arms and legs exposed as they strolled around. Seeing this, I couldn't 　　help but feel a little aroused. Recalling my "romantic encounter" at Xiao Jian's house, my lower body gradually became aroused again. 　　"I just like messing around with beautiful married women. I want to sleep with your mom. Don't be afraid. 　　Just help me drug your mom and I'll do it secretly. I guarantee no one will know, 　　not even your mom herself will know. How about it?" The crew-cut guy saw my hesitation and bluntly stated his intentions. 　　"I...I..." The crew-cut guy's directness caught me off guard, and I could only stammer. 　　I didn't dare to agree, but I didn't dare to refuse either. 　　Seeing that I was unwilling to agree, the crew-cut guy's tone became somewhat harsh. "How about this, I'll secretly sleep with you..."

" Mom, just once is enough. It won't affect your family's life at all, and then we'll be even. You just
slept with our woman for free, so you should give something in return. Think about it carefully."
My mind was a mess, filled with worry and regret. If I had run
away as soon as I saw things were going wrong today, I wouldn't have dragged my mother into this mess. But the thought of my mother being raped like Teacher Song was today
gave me a strange sense of pleasure.
The car, guided by me, drove to the vicinity of my house. I didn't dare lead it to my front door or the shop
, afraid that my family would notice something was wrong. After the car stopped, the man with the crew cut
asked me, not without threat, "So, have you thought it through?"
I hesitated for a moment, then steeled myself and nodded. "Okay, you promise not to hurt my mother, and you can't let
anyone know. I'll help you drug her." I said it with surprising calmness.
"That's right, I guarantee it'll be foolproof." The crew-cut man took out a white bottle and shook it.
"This is harmless sleeping powder, colorless and odorless. You can't see it when it's dissolved in water. There's a small spoon inside. Put
one spoonful in and drink it. You'll be asleep for five or six hours, and won't wake up no matter what. Any more than that would be harmful. By the
time your mom wakes up, I'll be done."
I took the bottle with trembling hands, mentally calculating for a moment, and discussed with the crew-cut man, "Give me your
phone number. When my mom is on night watch at the shop, I'll send you a text after I've drugged her
. Come over right away."
"Shop? What shop?" the crew-cut man asked, puzzled. "My family owns the shop. I'll take you there now, so you
can familiarize yourself with the place."
After agreeing, the crew-cut man gave me his phone number and then drove me to
the vicinity of my family's grain and oil distribution store. I pointed the shop entrance to the crew-cut man from afar, then got out of the car and watched him drive away.
Despite the temperature being over thirty degrees Celsius, I was drenched in cold sweat. Turning around, I looked at the familiar shop door , and
a strange excitement welled up inside me as I thought about how my mother would be drugged and raped here in a few days. I gripped
the medicine bottle in my hand and stepped into the shop.
In the summer, the shop was always air-conditioned, and the refrigerator for meat was always open, making it much cooler than outside.
So, even if they didn't buy anything, people from neighboring shops often liked to sit and chat in my shop. I entered and
saw my second aunt sitting behind the counter, chatting and laughing with several middle-aged women and young wives, while
helping a customer tie up a plastic bag.
"Why are you so late? Have you eaten?" my second aunt asked with concern as I entered. I glanced at
the clock on the wall; it was almost three o'clock.
"I… I ate at Xiao Jian's." My tone was as if I had done something wrong,
and I didn't dare look at my second aunt while pretending to casually glance at the vegetables and fruits on the shelves.
"Want some fruit? There's half a watermelon in the back, go eat it, your mom's in there." My aunt
thought I was just craving the fruit. I readily agreed and came out through the back door of the shop.
The shop faced north, with the storefront in the front and a north-south corridor in the back. On the east side of the corridor were
a toilet and a small bedroom, and on the west side was a large warehouse. At the end of the corridor, a wide east-west
delivery passage opened to the left, with the main gate on the south side of this passage.
I saw the bedroom door was open, and half a watermelon was on a small table. No one was inside, so I turned and went to the warehouse
. There were several large pieces of pork piled on a butcher's block, and two people were standing beside it. One of the women was
my mother, and I didn't recognize the other man.
When my mother saw me come in, she called me over to help. It turned out that the man was a meat deliveryman, and a whole pig carcass that had just been delivered
hadn't been processed yet, so my mother had him cut it open.
The air conditioning in the warehouse was broken, and it wasn't well-ventilated. My mother was wearing a sleeveless thin shirt, and the man was shirtless
, yet both were sweating profusely. The pigs had been slathered and cleaned before being butchered; their white, clean skin was
like human skin. I couldn't help but think of Teacher Song's fair, plump naked body at noon, and my penis instantly
became hard. Afraid of being seen, I made an excuse that I couldn't stand the smell and quickly slipped out. In the bedroom
, I ate watermelon while reflecting on the day's events, carefully recalling every
detail of noon at Xiao Jian's house. After finishing the last slice of watermelon, I thought of my promise to the short-haired man. I took out the piece of
paper with the urgent phone number and the bottle of sleeping pills, and my heart grew increasingly tense and heavy.
After seeing the man off, I helped my mother put the chopped pork and bone-in meat into the shop's refrigerator.
Almost no one came to sell vegetables in the afternoon; the people who had been chatting had all left, so my second aunt came over to help. Suddenly, my second
aunt exclaimed "Huh?" and picked up a long, thin strip of meat. Turning to my mother, she asked curiously, "Sister, why is there a piece of intestine in it?"
My mother also found it strange, but after seeing it clearly, she burst out laughing. She then
snatched the meat strip from my second aunt's hand and tossed it into the refrigerator, suppressing her laughter as she said, "Don't talk nonsense. What intestine? We've raised pigs before when we were kids.
"
My second aunt and I immediately understood. My second aunt lowered her head in embarrassment, and after a while, she
muttered, her face still red, "We raised sows. I've never seen what a breeding pig looks like."
"Stop talking nonsense, Xiaowei is still here," my mother scolded my second aunt, but she herself couldn't help laughing
. I tactfully went over to serve the customers picking out vegetables, and I could still faintly hear my second aunt and mother talking in
hushed tones, occasionally letting out giggles.
That evening, my mother bought some vegetables, and we ate at the restaurant. It was then that I learned my father was going to Xinjiang
to open a restaurant with my second aunt's husband. My second aunt had just celebrated her first wedding anniversary. She and her husband were originally going to Xinjiang, but since they had no
business experience, my dad decided he would go first to mentor her husband, and they would return once the business was on track.
During this time, my second aunt stayed with my mom, helping her with the shop. Fortunately, the shop wasn't too difficult to run
, and the two women could manage perfectly well.
My dad was currently entertaining his business associates. He'd probably be gone for two or three months,
maybe a year or two. During that time, the shop would need a lot of help from friends, and of course, some minor officials in the neighborhood
, so everything had to be arranged before he left. My dad took the train on Saturday, and I was at the station seeing him off and looking after people.
I was busy all day fixing the air conditioner in the warehouse and helping move goods. I washed my face early that evening and went to bed
. In my sleep, I vaguely heard my aunt washing herself, and my penis reflexively hardened.
But I was too tired, and finally fell into a deep sleep. I
had many dreams that night. Xiao Jian's mother and sister, my mother, and my aunt's naked bodies kept
appearing in my dreams, along with that short-haired guy and some men I couldn't quite place. In one dream, the
short-haired guy had a row of penises on his stomach, and my mother, my aunt, and Teacher Song and her daughter
were sitting on him, chest to back, being fucked by him, moaning and groaning. Finally, I dreamt that I was on
top of my mother, fucking her hard, and she was moaning happily like a woman in an adult film. Then
the face beneath me changed to Teacher Song's. It all felt hazy and dreamlike, indistinguishable from reality.
After getting up in the morning, my second aunt and I went to the shop together, buying breakfast on the way to eat together. Starting today,
my mother and second aunt will take turns staying overnight at the shop. I also need to quickly implement the plan I agreed on with that short-haired guy,
otherwise he might get angry and do something.
That night, my second aunt slept in the shop. That night, I once again spied on my mother washing herself. Looking at her healthy, mature
body, and her bare, alluring lower body, I couldn't help but fantasize about my mother and that short-haired guy having sex
. I felt that I was no longer unwilling about this, but rather evilly hoping that my mother would be
raped, even hoping to see my mother and second aunt being gang-raped and humiliated together like Teacher Song and her daughter. I took out
the medicine bottle, unscrewed the cap, and smelled it. There was no smell at all. I decided to take advantage of my mother staying overnight at the shop the next
day to implement my plan. It was Monday, and I stayed in the shop all day, helping out while planning
what would happen that night. Around 8 PM, after they finished tallying the accounts and were preparing to close, my aunt called me to go home with her. I
made an excuse that I hadn't eaten enough for dinner and wanted to buy some snacks, so my aunt went home first. This was based on my experience;
after a good day of work like today, my mother usually agreed to these requests.
"You're such a glutton! Go ahead and buy some more. You didn't eat much earlier, so you're probably
hungry now, right?" my mother asked my aunt, handing me a hundred-yuan bill.
"Speaking of which, I am a little hungry too. Come back quickly, and we'll go home together," my aunt said,
sitting down again. I had originally planned to get rid of my aunt so I could do something, but now, in my nervousness, I couldn't think of
a way, so I just agreed and went to buy some food.
I couldn't think of any other excuse to stay, so I went home with my aunt. Then I noticed my aunt
's phone was left on the counter, and a plan popped into my head: go home with my aunt first, then
come back to the store under the pretense of retrieving her phone. As I left, I could only hope that my mother hadn't noticed my aunt's phone, otherwise,
nothing would be possible today. I followed behind her, walking anxiously for quite a distance before finally relaxing. As
soon as we got home, before I could even remind her, my aunt exclaimed, "Oh dear!" and told me she'd left her phone at the shop. I
quickly offered to help her look for it, but she said it wasn't necessary, as she didn't need her phone at night.
"What if someone needs to contact you urgently? Anyway, I want to go out and cool off now, so I'll get it for you
," I persuaded her. She didn't insist further and told me to hurry back.
It was only a ten-minute walk from my house to the shop. I walked quickly, and as I approached, I saw my mother about to pull down the roller
shutter. I quickly called out to her and then ran over. My mother looked at me strangely and asked why
I was back.
"My aunt's phone is inside; I came to get it for her," I said, bending down and slipping into the shop
. My mother held the door open, waiting for me to come out with the phone. Seeing the situation, I plopped down in a chair, pretending to be out of breath,
and said to my mother, "I'm so tired from running. I need to rest and have some water. You close the door first, I'll go out the back door."
Hearing this, my mother closed and locked the door, pointed to a cup on the counter and told me to pour myself some water, then
went to the restroom. Seeing my chance, I quickly drank the little water in the cup, then took out the sleeping pills, added
a spoonful of powder, poured in hot water, and dissolved it. The water in the cup was initially a little cloudy, but after a few seconds it dissolved
completely, leaving no trace.
After my mother came out of the restroom, she prepared to tidy up the shelves again, and I quickly volunteered to do it for her, handing
her the cup of water at the same time. My mother was very happy to see me so diligent, and sat in the chair, drinking water and
chatting with me about this and that. I deliberately dawdled, waiting for my mother to finish the water before going to the restroom again,
wanting only to buy her more time.
I listened intently to the sounds outside from the bathroom, my heart pounding with tension and anxiety. After about five
minutes, I heard my mother's somewhat languid voice through the door, "Mom's a little tired, I'm going to sleep now. The back door key
is on the counter, take it. There's a grocery delivery tomorrow morning, come early to open the door."
"Okay, Mom, go to sleep now." I knew the medicine had worked, but I didn't know how effective it would be.
After waiting a while longer, I came out of the bathroom, went to the front to get the key, and went to the bedroom door.
I held my breath and listened inside, but there was no sound. I knocked a few times, but still no response.
It seemed my mother had really fainted, I thought. Then I knocked heavily on the door again, and finding no response,
I boldly opened the bedroom door.
As soon as I turned on the light, I saw my mother lying on her side on the small bed. A thin blanket covered her from the stomach down, with one
leg exposed. Her upper body was completely naked: her two round breasts were pressed against her chest, her high
breasts rising and falling with her breath, attracting my eyes; her lower arm was bent back, her hand
resting on the pillow, while her upper arm draped gracefully across her hip. My mother's sleeping posture and expression
were peaceful and calm, seemingly completely unaware of the humiliation she was about to suffer.
"Mom! Mom!" I called out, pushing my mother's shoulders. Her body swayed slightly from my push
, and her breasts trembled with each movement, but she wouldn't wake up. I could see that her breathing was heavy
and her mouth was slightly open; I knew in my heart that my mother was completely asleep. I gently lifted the thin blanket from my mother's body...
I discovered my mother wasn't wearing underwear either; she was sleeping completely naked. I noticed her white bra
and purple thong were on top of her clothes on the chair by the bed. Looking at this sleeping, naked
woman, I felt a surge of excitement, my penis already erect, paying homage to my mother.
My feelings were complex: this woman, whom I could manipulate at will, both powerfully seduced
me and simultaneously cleared my mind. The naked body so close to me, illuminated by the fluorescent light, shone with
a mature and sensual glow, her hidden, alluring female organs clearly visible, igniting my lust. Yet, looking at
her face filled me with remorse. I reached out my right hand, but hesitated to touch my mother,
withdrawing it after a long pause.
I covered her with a blanket, left the bedroom, washed my face, and tried to clear my head, lest I commit
an animalistic act. Worried about running out of time, I quickly grabbed my mom's phone and sent Xiaoping a message: "Hurry
up and come to the entrance of Junyan Grain and Oil Store, I'll be waiting for you here." After sending it successfully, I deleted the message.
I went out the back door and returned to the front, waiting for Xiaoping not far from the store entrance. It was already past nine o'clock.
In the city center, it would be bustling and lively, but in this suburban area, it was quite deserted
. Most of the shops on both sides of the street were closed, and there were very few pedestrians. I felt that time was passing by as slowly as a snail's pace.
Finally, I saw that familiar car parked on the side of the road. I went to meet him, and Xiaoping opened the car door,
smiling and asking me, "Are you done yet?"
"My mom is already fast asleep. Park the car and come in with me through the back door, hurry up!" I
urged him anxiously. Xiaoping parked the car in a small alley, got out, and walked with me towards the back of the store. Along the way,
I carefully looked around, afraid of running into someone I knew nearby, but fortunately, nothing unexpected happened.
"What the hell is this place?" the crew-cut guy grumbled, following me to the door. I looked
around to make sure no one was watching, then opened the door and led him inside.
As soon as we entered the bedroom, the crew-cut guy eagerly pulled back the blanket covering my mother, then excitedly looked
at her naked body, clicking his tongue in admiration. He reached out and touched and pinched her breasts and thighs, then
ripped the blanket off between her legs. The crew-cut guy was surprised to find that his mother's genitals were smooth and hairless, and
excitedly turned to me, saying, "Look, your mom's a 'white tiger'!" He then leaned down and pressed his face against her genitals.
"Damn, so she shaved her pubic hair. Your mom's pussy isn't as tender as that Teacher Song's, but her body is pretty firm.
If she were awake, it would be much more powerful and interesting than that Teacher Song." The crew-cut guy enthusiastically
commented on my mother and Teacher Song's bodies. I felt a little sad and didn't want
to stand by while someone was raping my mother, so I picked up the keys and told the crew-cut guy, "I'm going home now. Hurry up and get ready, don't make
a mess of this place so people can see." The crew-cut
guy promised to come out before midnight, saw me out the back, and then locked the door from the inside. I
walked home, feeling both depressed and a little wickedly excited. As soon as I entered, I saw my second aunt
sitting anxiously on the sofa.
"Why did you take so long? I thought something had happened to you. I didn't have my phone with me, I was so worried
!" My second aunt sounded like she was about to cry. But in my heart, I was thinking, "Nothing happened to me, it's my mom who's having that
kind of trouble."
"I ran into a classmate and we chatted for a bit," I said, handing my phone to my aunt. She
scolded me a few more times and then told me to wash my face and go to bed.
While washing my face, I couldn't help thinking about my mother's current situation. She was being raped without her knowledge, and that
man's penis was probably going in and out of her vagina right now. The more I thought about it, the more my lust burned within me. My
unhappiness vanished, and I even regretted not staying to see my mother being violated.
After washing my face, I watched my aunt walk back and forth in front of me in her tight tank top and hot pants. My desire was almost
overwhelming; I was completely consumed by lust and had abandoned all inhibitions. I touched the medicine
bottle in my pocket, secretly deciding to release my lust on my aunt.
When my aunt wasn't looking, I mixed the remaining half of the powder with water. There were only about two spoonfuls of the medicine in total, and
I'd used it up in two doses today. I handed the water to my second aunt, saying it was to apologize for making her worry. She laughed and said, "
You're something else! I was so worried. How can a cup of water be enough to make up for it?" She put the water on the coffee table and
urged me to go to sleep.
I knew she was going to wash herself, so I pretended to go back to my room, but of course, I still squatted behind the door, watching
everything that happened in the other room. I saw my second aunt finish washing herself, and for the first time ever, she took off her underwear and squatted over the basin to wash her lower body.
The tuft of pubic hair that flashed before my eyes excited me immensely. Thinking that this body would soon be at my disposal,
I felt my penis throbbing and hard, as if it were about to explode.
After washing up, my aunt put on her underwear and bra again, then sat on the sofa watching TV. I watched with delight
as she picked up the glass of water. The moment she swallowed the first sip, I felt a mix of excitement and anticipation, thinking,
"Auntie, I'm going to fuck your cunt tonight."
Soon, she finished the glass of water, went to the kitchen to pour herself another, and sat back down on the sofa to continue
watching. I felt the drug was working particularly fast this time. A few minutes later, my aunt was yawning repeatedly, and without even drinking a drop of water
, she turned off the light and went to bed.
The wait was unbearable. It was a little past eleven, and I waited until midnight, thinking
the drug should have taken effect. I opened the door and went to my aunt's bedside. My heart was pounding, and I was filled with
excitement. I called "Second Aunt" twice, no response. I called louder twice more, still no response.
Growing bolder, I nudged her arm, still no response. Second Aunt is usually a light sleeper;
she'll wake up after a few calls. I knew the medicine was really working.
I turned on the light, lifted the blanket, and saw Second Aunt lying on her back, still wearing that light yellow thong
. She wasn't wearing a bra. I grabbed her breasts; they felt soft, not
as firm as Ranran's. The two dark nipples were erect and very elastic. My hands moved from Second Aunt's...
My fingers traced her waist, abdomen, and lower belly down to her thighs. Her thighs were very fair, the flesh spreading out, appearing
somewhat thick, but they felt wonderful to the touch—soft, smooth, and elastic.
After touching my aunt's thighs a few times, I gritted my teeth and decided to take off her panties. Calming my
nerves, I gently pulled down the sides of the light yellow silk panties, stopping just below her buttocks
. At that moment, I was overwhelmed by desire. Seeing that my aunt was still fast asleep, I gritted my teeth and
forcefully pulled the panties down. My aunt's genitals were finally completely exposed before me: her full vulva
bulged like a small steamed bun, with a long, fleshy slit in the middle, and her pubic hair was black and shiny, covering
the lower part of her mons pubis.
Trembling, I parted my aunt's thighs and finally saw her most private parts clearly: apart from
a thick tuft of hair on her mons pubis, sparse pubic hair was distributed on her full labia majora. The vulva looked
somewhat messy and dark, and her slightly blackish labia minora were tightly closed. Although my aunt was more than ten
years younger than Teacher Song, just looking at their vulvas would definitely make one mistakenly think that my aunt was older and had experienced more and
more frequent sexual activity. Although my aunt's vulva was not as pink as Teacher Song's, it looked more lewd
. I mischievously spread my aunt's legs wide apart, making a "T" shape, but her labia minora were still
closed, showing that her vulva was still quite tight.
I suddenly had the idea of kissing my aunt's vulva. I first brought my nose close and smelled it. The light body odor
was mixed with the fragrant scent of soap. I originally thought it wouldn't smell very good, at least it would smell like urine, but I didn't expect there to be
almost no odor.
Having overcome my initial hesitation, I decided to lick my aunt's vulva. The moment my tongue touched her
labia minora, a jolt of electricity coursed through my body. After a few light touches, I wasn't
satisfied, so I used both hands to separate her labia and began licking up and down her vulva. The faint salty
taste, the slippery labia, the sticky vaginal opening, the soft pubic hair—it was incredibly stimulating. The more I licked, the more excited
and frantic I became. Finally, I didn't care if I woke her up; I buried my mouth completely in her vulva,
my tongue pushing deep inside. I could taste a slightly sour flavor inside. Only when my tongue was tired and
numb did I lift my head. By then, my aunt's vulva was soaking wet, her pubic hair matted
together, and her wet labia looked like they were coated with oil—I couldn't tell if it was my saliva or
vaginal secretions from the stimulation.
I tentatively inserted my middle finger into my aunt's vagina, easily inserting a section of it
. I felt a slight tightness at the entrance. With a little more force, it opened up completely, the entire finger sliding in. The instant
smoothness almost drove me mad! My aunt's vagina felt slippery and warm, like a lump of
hot, slippery flesh enveloping my finger—the sensation was intoxicating.
I slowly withdrew my finger, noticing the wet layer on it. I smelled it; a
faint, distinctive fishy odor, characteristic of female genitalia, instantly reminded me of the cucumber I'd inserted into Teacher Song's vagina that day
—the exact same smell as my finger now.
I pulled down my aunt's panties and bra, stripped naked myself, and then straddled her
. I tried to feel the full, elastic flesh beneath my aunt's smooth skin, especially her
two thick, round breasts and her slightly hardened nipples, about the size of grapes. The sensation of our bodies touching was
ecstatic; her cool skin cooled my body heat, and my teeth chattered uncontrollably.
I gently kissed her lips, and the soft flesh combined with her breath made me completely
lose my senses. I knelt up, my hard penis spreading her thighs.
The moment the head of my penis touched her labia, I involuntarily shuddered. I steadied myself and used my hand
to guide my penis up and down her labia; the intense stimulation almost made me ejaculate. After calming
the urge, I tentatively placed my penis back at the entrance of her vagina, and then gently pushed,
the head of my penis slowly parting her wet vagina—the process was incredibly pleasurable. With another thrust of my hips, my entire
penis easily slid into my aunt's vagina.
"Ah!" I couldn't help but cry out; the feeling at that moment was simply wonderful. My aunt's vagina was soft
and warm, truly like my penis was inserted into a pile of wet, slippery flesh. That day at Xiao Jian's house, when I was fucking
Ranran's cunt, I was so nervous and scared that I didn't really get to experience the feeling inside Ranran's vagina. Now, I was actively
fucking my aunt's cunt. Although she was unconscious and her vagina wasn't nearly as tight as Ranran's that day,
the sensation was even more stimulating.
I started moving, thrusting into my aunt's cunt again and again, my hands constantly
roaming over her thighs, waist, and buttocks, occasionally bending down to grab her breasts. Amidst the excitement and tension, I didn't forget
to check my aunt's reaction. My biggest fear now was that she would suddenly wake up at this moment, but thankfully, she was still fast asleep.
I thought of my mother again. If the crew-cut guy kept his promise, he should have left the shop by now. But now I
wish he could linger a little longer, wanting to fuck my mother's body, so we could
both be fucking my mother and my second aunt's vaginas at the same time. The feeling of the crew-cut guy fucking my mother's vagina must be like the feeling of me fucking my second aunt's now.
As I moved my hips, I imagined my mother and second aunt being fucked together.

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