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Doing things at my aunt's house 

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That was my first time visiting a job market and attending a recruitment fair, and also the first time I learned that I needed to write a resume. It was a bustling place, a lively marketplace, and I was like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden, just looking around and enjoying the novelty. At one recruitment booth, there were a lot of people, not dressed very well, and many had messy hair. I went closer, and the question that stuck with me was, "Do you want to be a boss? Don't you have social connections? Don't you have capital? Don't you have…?" It seemed like this place was recruiting bosses, which was quite interesting, so I stopped to listen. I listened to a few people's questions and answers, which were generally quite empty. There were no substantial products, no real market, no real expertise, and no real projects, but they just told everyone that joining would make you a boss. At that time, I didn't understand pyramid schemes; I just thought such a good thing must be a scam. Maybe because I listened for so long, a girl who looked a lot like Zhao Wei handed me a referral flyer. I can't remember her name, only that her friends called her Yanzi (Swallow) because she looked like Little Swallow. I spent most of the day browsing, but didn't gain much; it was just a superficial look, a bit of entertainment.

Back home, watching my aunt's alluring figure bustling about in the kitchen, I couldn't resist the urge. I hurried to the kitchen, opened the door, and reached out to touch her buttocks. My aunt turned around, glared at me, and pushed me away. Before I could react, my little sister called me from behind. Startled, I quickly retreated to play with her. Through the crack in the door, watching my aunt already setting the table, my penis began to stir. Distracted, I lost a game of chess to my little sister. Dinner was a bit depressing, but after days of torment, I had regained my composure. There was no more tearful crying, only melancholy. We didn't have many deep conversations, much comforting, or much weeping. We just talked quietly. I told her about my breakup and my thoughts, and she listened almost silently. After dinner, we watched TV and chatted casually, about the job fair that day, and I hoped she could advise me on whether to take the postgraduate entrance exam. After my aunt finished washing up, she took my little sister to bed first. After washing my penis, I noticed there were only two towels in the bathroom. I used the slightly damp one, which my aunt had probably used, and quickly dried myself off. Then I soaked my feet naked in the tub. Suddenly, the door opened, and I quickly covered it with the towel. I saw my aunt peeking out, smiling, and tossing me a pair of black patterned underwear. I smelled it; it didn't smell bad. I put it on my penis and wrapped it up. After washing my feet, I went to bed wearing it. When I woke up in the morning, I heard footsteps outside. I put on my long underwear and went outside. My aunt's underwear was still wrapped around my penis. After urinating, my penis went soft, and I could feel it slipping off. I was in the bathroom trying to wrap it up again when she said, "There's food in the pot. You can eat it yourself. I'm taking the kids to school. If you're free this morning, don't leave. You can come back this afternoon." My penis was soft, and it was a bit difficult to wrap the underwear back up. Luckily, the long underwear wasn't too loose, so it held up. I drifted off to sleep again when a cold hand slipped under the covers. Opening my eyes, I saw my aunt, dressed in her pajamas, standing by the bed. I pulled the covers back and pulled her in; she was so cold. She rested her head on my right arm, a sweet smile on her face. Looking at my aunt, sharing the same blanket, her large breasts trembled gently on her chest. My penis quickly hardened again. I lowered my head and gently kissed her face and lips, my hand lightly caressing her breasts. Her nipples gradually hardened, though slightly drooping. I took one nipple into my mouth and sweetly sucked on it. My other hand then reached down to her genitals, tracing her pubic hair and gently stroking her labia. Her breathing suddenly quickened, and her genitals became noticeably wet, she moaning softly. Her hand also slipped into my pants, and she pulled it out with a slightly bewildered expression. It was her underwear. She laughed, and I felt a little embarrassed. The hand that had been caressing her breasts unconsciously squeezed her nipples harder until she couldn't help but groan in pain before I let go. I simply pulled down my pants, straddled her face, and made her suck me, assuming a 69 position. The pressure of my stomach against her breasts felt incredibly pleasurable. My eyes were fixed on her wet vulva, and my hands began to vigorously stimulate her. My index finger followed my middle finger, and I licked the engorged, erect nipple with my tongue, my fingers moving rapidly in and out. Soon, she trembled, and her thighs began to rub together involuntarily. When my tongue entered her vagina again, she suddenly convulsed, grabbing my buttocks, forgetting to spit out my penis, letting out a few indistinct "ah ah ah" cries. The walls of her vagina involuntarily contracted, forcing my tongue out, and a lot of vaginal fluid flowed out, all of which I sucked into my mouth, filling it to the brim. I pulled my penis out of her mouth, turned around, and mouth-to-mouth transferred the fluid I had in my mouth into hers, making her swallow it. She gave me a helpless glare, but still obediently swallowed it. I knew the time had come. She lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, trapping my entire body between her legs. My glans touched the entrance of her vagina. I rubbed it from side to side, then slid it in. I thrust hard, the powerful impact making a thumping sound. My aunt's vagina became increasingly wet, her breasts heaving with each thrust, and her mouth involuntarily opened, beginning to moan softly. "Aunt, do you know who's fucking you right now? It's me! It's your nephew! The nephew you ran home from school to see. Did you ever think about being fucked by this cock?" "Don't say it, don't say it." "No, I have to say it. You're my slut, the slut I'm fucking. Be a good girl and let me fuck your big cunt properly." Her moans grew louder, and her hands gripped my waist harder and harder. "Your cunt is so wet, you're such a slut!" "Gently, you're hurting me, ah!" "Do you like it when I fuck you?" "You fuck me so well, of course you're good, otherwise I wouldn't let you fuck me!" "Tell me, you're a slut who likes to be fucked by me, a slut who likes to be fucked by her nephew, thinking about being fucked by her nephew every day." My aunt didn't speak, but her moans had almost turned into shouts. I grabbed the black panties next to me and shoved them into her mouth, pulled out my cock, and slapped her plump ass hard twice with bloodshot eyes. She rolled over in tacit agreement, lifting her round ass. I got off the bed, made her knees bend, her ass try to stay close to the bed, her head completely resting on the bed, and put her hands behind her back. I grabbed her left hand and didn't care about anything else, I thrust my cock in, hard. I slapped her ass hard with my right hand, leaving clear finger marks that quickly turned red. Her mouth, though gagged, emitted a low, powerful sound, "I'll fuck you to death, you slut," the violent, rapid thrusts so fast my waist couldn't move. My hands alternately slapped her buttocks hard, the sound filling the entire house. My aunt lay there, limp, like a lifeless piece of flesh, only moaning softly. My mind went blank. After a few deep breaths, a thick stream of hot semen shot deep into my aunt's uterus. Suddenly, her body shuddered, her lower body beginning to contract rhythmically. I, too, went limp and collapsed onto the bed. I don't know how much time passed before we woke up, embracing each other. The sheets, the blankets, the floor—everywhere bore the marks of our struggle.

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