Abin Sanwu Hot Spring

Ah-Bin (35) is registering for the hot springs tomorrow. The weather has improved a bit, but it's still very cold. Ah-Bin and Yu-Hui spent the whole morning
huddled under the covers for warmth, flirting and teasing each other—it was quite lively. Mom didn't want to disturb them,
so she didn't even call them for breakfast, even though they weren't hungry.
Around noon, Aunt and Meng-Hui came to Ah-Bin's house again, bringing hot duck noodles and
side dishes, so Mom didn't have to cook. Aunt said Uncle had to go abroad for two or three months and wanted to
go to Beitou for a hot spring in the afternoon.
Unable to find Yu Hui outside, Meng Hui went straight to A Bin's door and knocked loudly, saying, "Police inspection!
"
His mother and aunt, hearing this from the living room, covered their mouths and laughed. A Bin opened the door irritably. Luckily, he was already properly
dressed . Yu Hui came out and linked arms with Meng Hui, whispering as they walked towards the dining room. A Bin
called out to Meng Hui, "Hey, that's my girlfriend."
Meng Hui and Yu Hui both turned around and stuck their tongues out at him, making faces. He could only pitifully follow behind
. His aunt had already filled bowls and plates with noodles and side dishes, filling the dining room with a fragrant aroma.
A Bin and Yu Hui hadn't eaten breakfast, so they wolfed down their food as soon as they sat down. A Bin even greedily reached into Meng Hui's
bowl to try and take her braised egg, which Meng Hui blocked with her chopsticks. The cousins used both sword and stick techniques,
prompting their mother and aunt to scold them in unison. The meal was chaotic and noisy.
After lunch, Ah-Bin drove his mother's car, taking the four beauties to Beitou. They found a
Japanese style hot spring hotel, booked a room, and asked the receptionist to open a large family bathroom
. Ah-Bin showered in the room while the four of them put down their bags and belongings before heading to the large bathroom
.
The advantage of the large bathroom was that it didn't feel cramped and had better ventilation, preventing stuffiness from the steam. They
were led into the bathroom by a waiter. Unexpectedly, someone secretly crept up from the ceiling
above the bathroom.
This person was a middle-aged man, and the hotel owner. When Ah-Bin and the others entered the hotel, he was
behind the counter, while the receptionist arranged their bathroom. He had been lecherously eyeing the two women, two children, and a woman
. After Ah-Bin and the others left the counter, he asked the receptionist for instructions and then left
the lobby for the machine room.
The bathrooms in this hotel all had ceilings, but unlike traditional Japanese architecture, these
ceilings were made of reinforced concrete to prevent moisture and insect damage. At intervals along the ceiling
, exhaust fans evacuated the bathroom to maintain airflow and remove smoke.
Other mechanical equipment was also placed in some areas, making the most of the space. Above this was the sloping roof. A maintenance hatch led to the ceiling
, located in the machine room.
The owner climbed up the hatch, carefully making his way in the darkness by the faint light, navigating around various pieces
of equipment , until he squatted down beside one of the exhaust fan vents.
He had turned off this fan before climbing onto the ceiling by pressing a special switch. He could peek into the bathroom through the gaps between the fan blades
; it was incredibly safe and secluded, with no fear of being discovered. He had already viewed countless
women's bodies here, from plump to slender, and even laid two or three layers of large bath towels on the concrete slab,
allowing him to comfortably enjoy a free nude show whether sitting or lying down. To him, this dimly lit little space was
paradise .
He first adjusted his position and saw two young girls in the corner locker area,
their hair wrapped in towels, removing their undergarments. The younger of the two was wearing a tight-fitting
short-sleeved shirt and small white panties. She easily pulled off the nylon shirt.
Although young, she was very alluring; her rounded breasts were comparable to those of an adult woman, supported by a white
bra. She unhooked the bra and bent down to remove it, her fair breasts swaying slightly
. Then she took off her panties, leaving her only in a pair of dark blue over-the-knee wool stockings. The contrast with her
thin layer of hair immediately aroused him. He pulled his penis out of his pants
and put it on, then shifted his gaze to the other, more mature girl.
The girl's figure was even better. Although she hesitated to take off her light pinkish-orange panties
, her firm, full breasts were even more impressive than the girl's. She had been facing him sideways,
so he could clearly see that her breasts were beautifully rounded at the base, with the nipples pointing upwards.
These were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. The girl finally took off her panties, but turned her back to him, so
he couldn't see her face. However, her plump, delicate white buttocks reflected the bathroom light.
He stared intently at her buttocks, his hand frantically stroking his penis.
He remembered that he hadn't seen the two middle-aged beauties yet. He shifted his body and
looked down through another gap in the fan. The two beauties had already stripped down to their fleshy white bodies and sat
on the low stools prepared by the bathtub, scooping up hot water to shower. Soon after, the two young girls also sat down and began to wash themselves.
The shopkeeper's gaze remained fixed on one of the beautiful women. Although her figure wasn't as youthful and alluring as
the two girls, she was still incredibly radiant and charming, possessing a mature aura that young girls lacked
.
The woman wore no makeup, her face was beautiful, with a slight double chin, and her skin was delicate and smooth. Her breasts, soft and plump like
newly steamed buns, weren't firm enough, but they swayed quite dramatically. Her nipples were dark, and her areolas were large; as she rinsed them, letting
the soap lather flow, they resembled rocks jutting out from a waterfall. Her waist was shapely, her buttocks round and fleshy
, and her thighs were pinkish-white and sexy. With a rub of her hands against her body, her legs swayed naturally, almost
mesmerizing . He thrust harder and harder, almost rubbing his penis raw.
A while later, the other three women soaked in the large bath. The beautiful woman turned her back to them,
carefully washing her private parts, which gave the boss a clear view. He saw her dark vulva; thick
pubic hair had obscured her true appearance. However, the way she spread her legs was still captivating.
After washing her lower body, she also soaked in the water. The hot spring water wasn't as clear as tap water, and they
only had their heads above water, their faces showing a peaceful enjoyment, occasionally exchanging words. So the boss
couldn't see anything, and his penis slowly softened. He then realized that the roof was quite cold, but he
still waited, knowing that there would be another scene when they got out of the bath.
About fifteen or twenty minutes later, the woman he coveted most whispered something
that made the other three giggle. She was the first to thrust out her breasts, letting her two magnificent mounds float to the surface
. Perhaps because of the water temperature, her originally white skin had turned pink
. The other three followed suit, their breasts rising to the surface, laughing and comparing them. A little while later, they turned over, revealing their high, alluring
buttocks—a truly erotic spectacle. The boss hurriedly pulled out his penis again, not wanting to miss a single exciting moment.
Just then, someone suggested getting out of the tub, and the others agreed. The four naked women stepped out of
the tub , grabbed towels, and dried themselves. The boss was a little disappointed when he suddenly heard the woman say to another woman, "
Sister-in-law, it feels so good after the bath. Would you like to get a massage together?"
"No, I'm fine as I am. You go ahead!"
She then asked the two young women, who also shook their heads and said no.
"Then I'll do it myself. You guys go back to your rooms and wait for me."
Hearing this, the boss suddenly remembered something, abandoned his last chance to watch, hurriedly packed up
his penis, retraced his steps back to the machine room, opened the door, and left.
Aunt wanted to get a massage. Mom didn't feel any problems with her limbs today, and Yu Hui and Meng Hui were
n't interested at all. So, after everyone put on their bathrobes and came out, she asked the waitress if she wanted a massage therapist
, specifically requesting a female one. The waitress led her to a private massage room and had her lie on the massage bed to wait
.
A few minutes later, the waitress knocked and came in, saying that they couldn't get a female therapist at that time, but
there happened to be a blind male massage therapist in the hotel who had just finished, and asked if that was okay. Aunt looked and indeed saw a
male massage therapist of medium build with a white cane and black glasses standing outside the door. She thought, "He's blind anyway, it's okay
!" And since the waitress kept praising the blind therapist's skillful technique, Aunt agreed.
The waitress led the masseur to his designated spot. He set out his white cane and tattered bag,
beginning his massage from both sides of her head while chatting with her aunt. Her aunt found his technique truly excellent. The
waitress wasn't making unfounded recommendations; she felt increasingly comfortable, maintaining her prone position, closing her eyes, and completely
relaxing.
This masseur was indeed highly skilled, and his makeup and acting were equally superb. He was the hotel owner
, his piercing eyes, hidden behind dark glasses, were subtly scrutinizing her entire body.
Because he was genuinely a masseur, when he used proper techniques to massage her head, neck,
shoulders , arms, and lower back, every part felt incredibly soothing. Moreover, his ulterior motives made his service more thorough.
Slowly, his fingers moved to her firm, pink buttocks. He opened his hand, pressing different
acupoints , observing her reactions, then constantly changing positions to build up her sensations.
Through the velvety bathrobe, his aunt's bare buttocks were visible, soft and smooth, so full that his hands could not hold
them all. He indulged his lust, his penis already hard and pressed against his crotch. Then he placed one hand
on his aunt's inner thigh. If his aunt had paid attention, she would have noticed that this massage method was a bit
strange . Massages are usually performed symmetrically, so why would one hand be on her buttocks and the other on her inner thigh? But his aunt
had let her guard down; as long as it felt good, she didn't notice that the pleasure was going awry.
The massage therapist specifically sought out certain acupoints to press, and he was very patient and unhurried, so as not to arouse
the beauty's suspicion. The aunt was completely unaware, only that a warm current gradually formed in her lower abdomen, subtly brewing and expanding
. She found the massage increasingly comfortable, a strangely comfortable feeling that made her involuntarily
think . She felt a little shy, her face flushing, and her buttocks and thighs felt a
slight soreness and numbness, yet also a strange pleasure. Suddenly, a chill ran through her, and she felt deeply guilty; she
had secreted a small amount of fluid.
At this point, the aunt didn't suspect the massage therapist was behind it; she was just wondering why she kept thinking about those
things . The massage therapist continued pressing, moving both hands to the aunt's thighs. He calmly
parted her thighs slightly, focusing on pressing the acupoints on the inside.
Because of the pressure from his fingers, the aunt felt a slight pain in the areas being pressed, which stimulated
other areas, creating a desire for massage. The massage therapist moved to the areas she needed,
making the aunt feel even more comfortable and satisfied.
Using his profound understanding of human physiology, the shopkeeper slowly
moved his touch from the aunt's thighs towards her buttocks. The aunt forgot the proper separation between men and women in that area; the physical sensations
grew increasingly pleasurable, and she became dazed, letting him manipulate her, sinking deeper and deeper into his grasp.
The shopkeeper discreetly lifted the hem of her bathrobe, using his acupressure to pull it up to her
back , revealing her plump buttocks. Although the aunt's flesh had lost its youthful
radiance, it possessed a robust sensuality that young girls lacked—a taste the shopkeeper loved. His fingers continued to slowly
move upwards, slowly, slowly, until they reached the crucial moment. The boss gently guided her with both hands, and the aunt,
as if drugged, automatically spread her thighs wider,
fully pale brown labia majora were swollen and protruding, and her rosy labia
minora had already parted slightly, revealing pink, glistening flesh inside. Long, dark hair grew profusely around the labia, and as
the boss had predicted, it was incredibly wet.
The boss's superior skill was now fully displayed. He didn't touch the aunt's private parts, but instead grasped her
buttocks, repeatedly pressing and releasing with his thumbs. This caused the aunt's vulva to open and close as if it could speak
. This was a truly masterful technique; he made the aunt experience pleasure through her own body. She had long lost track of time;
only her vulva remained alive. She simply wanted, she needed someone to satisfy her.
The boss knew the preparations were complete; the charge could begin. He wasn't impatient; calmly, he moved
his right thumb and pressed it against his aunt's anus, gently circling it along the folds of her vulva. His aunt,
who hadn't finally couldn't hold back any longer, letting out soft, nasal moans.
His left thumb also thrust downwards, half-burying itself in her sticky labia. His aunt moaned even more. His thumb skillfully rubbed back and forth along her labia; after only two or three strokes, even more fluid
oozed from her vulva . "Oh...oh..." The boss's thumb was impolite and audacious, already more than halfway into his aunt's slit, while simultaneously using its curved...

Using a predetermined method, he slowly moved his fingers in and out of the damp mud, his palms still gripping
the soft flesh of her buttocks, slowly applying upward pressure. As he lewdly manipulated her, Auntie unconsciously raised
her buttocks in response. She didn't know when, but Auntie was now kneeling, her round buttocks high in the air, her waist
tense and bent low, her vulva protruding expectantly, a posture of waiting for a man to fuck her.
And Auntie's expression certainly reflected this.
Her brows were furrowed, her eyelids drooped, her delicate face tilted back, her small mouth open, her lips trembling, while she
moaned .
"Oh...oh...ah...ah..."
The boss's finger changed from thumb to middle finger, and he began to thrust in and out hard.
"Ah...ah...no...no...ah...ah..." Auntie said no, but her buttocks
swayed happily.
Now, of course, she knew perfectly well that this massage was rigged; she had been tricked! But how
could care? The fingers thrusting in and out of her vagina felt so good, so incredibly good! She didn't want it? She did! She
wanted it! She wanted more! More!
The boss seemed to read her mind, adding his index finger at the opportune moment. Now two fingers were
inside her, the friction even more pleasurable, a more fulfilling feeling. However, her vaginal opening was
like a faucet left running, constantly gushing out vaginal fluid, making a "squeaking"
sound with each insertion and withdrawal of the fingers.
"Oh...oh...it's killing me...ah...ah...so good...ah...ah...faster
...faster...ah...ah...faster...yes...oh...oh...ouch...ouch...
ah...ah...I'm going to die...ah..."
While satisfying his customer's needs with his fingers, the boss used his other hand to unzip his trousers,
letting them slide to the ground, then pulled down his underwear, his long penis
dangling like a fishing rod. Then he climbed onto the massage bed and knelt behind his aunt.
His penis, while not as robust and powerful as it had been in his youth, was not merely a showy display. The glistening tip of
the dark shaft hinted at its continued strength. He remained still,
teasing his aunt with two fingers.
"Oh...oh...I'm going to come...I can't take it anymore...you bad man...ah...ah...
almost there...ah...ah...faster...ah...huh?...you...don't go...ah...don't
leave me...I want...I want it..."
The boss had pulled his fingers out just as his aunt was about to reach her climax, and she was desperately urging
him to put them back in.
"Ah...hurry...hurry...I want it..."
she whined, wiggling her hips and her vaginal opening and closing erratically, looking
incredibly wanton. The boss grabbed her kneeling right leg from behind her knees and lifted her up, putting her in
the most lewd, one-legged kneeling position. Her vagina, already defenseless, was now practically open to welcome guests.
"Hurry... um... hurry... um... oh... this... this is... ah... ah...
so good... ah... ah..."
It turned out that what the boss was inserting into the aunt's vagina this time was his long penis. Although his penis wasn't
particularly hard, it was about the same as his uncle's at the same age, and it was longer. The more he inserted, the
more the aunt felt, and she was also a little surprised.
"Oh... oh... yes... yes... ah... ah... so deep... ah... you... you
still have ?... oh... God... um... um... it's... it's right to my heart... ah... ah...
so comfortable... ah... ah..."
The boss deeply inserted his penis into the aunt's vagina, their bodies tightly intertwined. Besides her uncle
, my aunt had several boyfriends before and after marriage, but none of them could penetrate her so deeply and so tightly.
For the first time, her clitoris was being pounded by the large glans, and she began to suck on it herself. She had almost
climaxed earlier, but the boss had deliberately stopped her. This penetration completely restored her sensation, and the boss
began to rhythmically thrust in and out of her vagina, letting his penis enjoy the pleasure of penetrating her.
"Ah...ah...my god...so comfortable...so good...oh...oh...fuck me to death...
fuck me to death...ah...my vagina...so comfortable...I...sigh...I've never felt like this before...ah
...ah...I...ah...I'm coming...ah...ah...coming...good man...
harder ...let me die...ah...ah..."
The boss, as she wished, fucked her quickly and hard; it was truly difficult for him.
"Ah...ah...it's over...it's over...I'm so horny...ah...ah...I
...I've come...you thieving man...ah...thieving cock...ah...you've made me come...ah...ah...I'm
dead...ah...ah...dead...ah...ah...I'm flying to heaven...ah...ah...still
thrusting?...ah...it's incredible...ah...ah...I'm so horny...ah...I'm dead again
...I've come again...ah...ah...bad man...ah...good man...my husband...ah...
I'm dying from coming...ah...ah..."
Auntie had two orgasms in a row, her juices spraying so much that both of them were covered in a pool of wetness. Her bathrobe was already loose and open
, but the boss was doing her from behind so he couldn't see her chest. He reached his left hand from Auntie's waist and
touched heavy, drooping breasts. He pressed the nipples into his palm and then lovingly kneaded them.
"Madam," the boss said, "the back massage is finished, shall we start on the front?
"
Auntie, overwhelmed by his repeated thrusts, had no will of her own and let him roll her over and lay her flat. He
pressed down heavily on her, his penis still deeply inside her. He asked again, "Madam, was my service good?"
Auntie was now face to face with him; his sunglasses were nowhere to be seen. Auntie was no longer a little
girl, and although she was very ashamed, she wanted to know what kind of person she was making love to. She saw that the boss
was just ordinary middle-aged man, with an average appearance, and his eyes were scrutinizing her—he wasn't blind, after all.
Auntie knew she had been tricked, but since she had been deceived, she was going to enjoy it. The aunt stared at him,
then wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheeks and ears. She said angrily, "You big
liar , you made me feel so good, I won't let you get away with this!"
The boss pretended to be terrified, but his buttocks began to sway. He said, "Oh dear, you're so fierce, I'm so scared
, my little bird is going soft!"
"You dare!" Aunt glared at him.
Aunt and the boss were tightly intertwined. Aunt, unwilling to be humiliated, cooperated by thrusting her beautiful buttocks forward to meet his thrusts.
The two clashed head-on, engaging in a fierce, close-quarters battle of flesh.
"Ugh...ugh...good...ah...so deep...oh...again...it's hitting there again...
ah...ah...how could this be...ah...this is good...ah...my darling...ah...penetrate me
...oh...oh...so good...god...ah...ah..."
The boss propped himself up, looking down at Aunt's large breasts swaying in front of her chest. They were incredibly sexy.
The harder he fucked her, the more vigorously she trembled, and the more beautifully she moaned.
"Dear brother... I love you so much... Ah... I... I've never felt this good before... Ah...
You're so amazing... Oh... I kiss you... I love you... Ah... Fuck me... Fuck me... My
good husband... Ah... I'm getting wet again... Fuck me tighter... Ah... Ah... That's so good... I want
you to fuck me... I want you to do it... Ah... Love me every day... Ah... Ah..."
The aunt was so lewd that she didn't care about her reputation anymore. She probably hadn't even heard her husband say such lewd things. Now, she
would do anything for a man, even if he asked her to abandon her husband and children or sell her into prostitution, as long as he was willing to fuck her.
The boss's scalp tingled from his aunt's moans, his penis harder than ever before. He thought
, "What a sexy, fleshy beauty!" He thrust his hips wildly for her, his penis pumping in and out of her vagina.
His aunt 's vagina tightened like a young girl's, gripping his entire penis with incredible pleasure. Each thrust
went all the way in, and each withdrawal left only half the glans. His aunt's vaginal opening would
pulsate , urging him to come again. The two indulged in unrestrained lust, finding a perfect match.
"Mmm...mmm..." Aunt automatically hooked her legs high around his waist: "Faster...faster...
good brother...sister is coming again...oh...brother...I love you...love you to death...ah...
you're so good...fuck sister to death...yes...yes...ah...ah...I'm coming...ah...ah...
coming...ah...don't stop...ah...god...my god...I'm so wild...so beautiful...ah
...ah..."
Aunt's voice and emotions rose with each climax, her juices gushing out with "plop! plop!"
The boss was also enjoying himself to the point of no return. He was satisfied and relaxed his fighting spirit, letting his body react as it pleased. Before long, his glans felt
numb and sore, his urethral opening opened, and his semen gushed out, scalding Aunt again, making her cry out "oh...oh..."
The two of them then held each other tightly, enjoying the tranquility after the storm.
After a long while, the aunt cupped his face, looked at him tenderly, and asked, "Tell me who you are."
The boss told her, praising her beauty and saying he had fallen for her the moment she entered the lobby.
"You're doomed," the aunt said. "My husband's been abroad for months, and I'll come to see you every day."
"I'd love to," he said.
Ten minutes later, the aunt returned to the guest room. Everyone was watching TV, and as soon as her mother saw her, she exclaimed
, "Wow! Is a massage really that effective? You look radiant!"
"Yes!" the aunt said. "You should try it sometime!" (
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