Neighbors separated by a partition wall

The story takes place during the turbulent years of the Cultural Revolution.
At that time, I was a secretary in the commune, and my wife taught at a primary school in another commune.
The offices of the commune's Party Committee and Management Committee were located in an old ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall was in the form of a courtyard: upon entering through the main gate, the first courtyard had two rooms on each side, arranged horizontally; in the middle
was a central courtyard, with two rooms on each side of the courtyard arranged vertically;
the second courtyard was the main hall, now used as an auditorium, with doors on both sides leading outside, and two more rooms on each side of the auditorium,
also arranged vertically.
The ancestral hall was surrounded by high blue brick walls, while all the rooms inside had wooden plank walls, and the floors above
had been removed.
A kitchen, canteen, and toilet were built next to the ancestral hall. A dozen or so cadres from the commune worked,
ate, and slept .
My office, which also served as my bedroom, was on the right side of the main gate. My neighbor was a female accountant from the credit union, surnamed Yang,
in her thirties, whom we called Sister Gui; her husband's surname was Tang, whom we called Brother Tang, and he was
a cadre : they rarely saw each other more than a few times a year.
Now, I'll tell you the story of me and my neighbor who lived next door, separated by a partition wall.
(I) Appreciating the Beautiful "Music"
That year, the armed struggle between the rebels was raging, and the production of factories and mines was almost at a standstill
. Almost no one was working in the government offices either.
Several cadres from our commune had gone to join the revolution, and only the secretary, the director,
me, and Accountant Yang were regularly staying at the commune.
The secretary and the director were in power, so of course they couldn't leave; I was a free spirit, and I was still receiving and sending
documents every day; the credit union needed to accept deposits and withdrawals, so the accountant naturally had to work.
One day, Sister Yang's husband, Brother Tang, came back. Because of the armed struggle, their mine could no longer produce, and the timid ones had all
gone home . He belonged to the timid ones.
I hardly slept for the first few nights after he returned.
As the saying goes, separation is like reunion. A young couple in their thirties, who hadn't seen each other for several months,
how lively their first night together must have been!
That night, I truly listened to the liveliness all night long.
Back then, there wasn't much entertainment at night. No TV, no cards, and no plays in the countryside. The only
activity was chatting.
I didn't like chatting, so I rested in the courtyard with a few others for a while, chatted, and then
went inside early. I fanned myself a few times on the bed to shoo away the mosquitoes, lowered the mosquito net, turned off the light, and went to sleep.
It was hot, and I was sweating profusely. I turned over and slowly fanned myself, and somehow I fell asleep.
But I didn't have a sweet dream; I was awakened by a series of creaking sounds.
The rhythmic creaking came from the other side of the wooden wall. It turned out that
the couple who had been "separated for so long" had started their battle.
Although I had only been away from that battlefield for a few days, hearing such sounds still aroused my sexual
desire and stimulated my imagination.
I simply listened.
It was an impatient battle.
Listen: both of them were breathing heavily, occasionally letting out long "whoosh" sounds—
they had kissed.
The bed creaked and groaned—
back then, we lived in government housing, used government furniture, and the government beds were framed, loosely constructed, and
made of bamboo strips. Any slight movement would cause a creaking sound—
along with a "plop plop" sound—they were rhythmically thrusting in and out.
Each time it went in, the bed creaked, and the vagina made a "plop" sound; each time it pulled out, the bed
groaned, and the vagina made a "hiss" sound. A
"smack" came from behind; I knew it was Tang Ge's scrotum hitting Gui Jie's buttocks!
From the other side of the wooden plank, I could hear heavy breathing, the sounds of kissing, the creaking of the bed, the "
plop of the penis thrusting in and out of the vagina, and
the "smack smack" of the scrotum hitting the bed…
Who could sleep?
I moved slightly, and the bed creaked softly.
"Gently, gently!" Sister Gui said softly.
"..." Brother Tang didn't answer, but his movements softened.
"There...is...someone...next door..." Sister Gui said between breaths.
"He...isn't...amateurish...what's there to be afraid of?" Brother Tang also
said breathlessly.
They rested for a moment, and the creaking, thrusting, and
slapping sounds came clearly again. My penis was also hard and throbbing, so I had to
hold it and stroke it up and down.
Soon, the whooshing sound intensified, the creaking sound quickened, the thrusting sound became louder, and the slapping
sound became even louder, along with Sister Gui's cries of "Ah...ah...ya...waa."
I knew they were close to climax.
Suddenly, a series of loud "whoosh," "squeak," "plop," and "smack" sounds rang out simultaneously, shaking
the wooden walls. Then, silence fell—it was the final thrust and ejaculation. Then came a "yah," "hiss" —it was withdrawn, followed by another "whoosh," "squeak," "plop," and "smack," and then it thrust in again 　　and ejaculated. This repeated five or six times before stopping. They let out a long sigh of relief and fell silent. 　　The battle hadn't lasted long, only about ten minutes. 　　Once their battle was over, I had nothing more to hear, so I grabbed my penis with one hand and gently fanned myself with the other, enjoying the pleasure of masturbation. 　　As I masturbated, I suddenly thought of my wife. Isn't tomorrow Saturday? I'll save my semen for my wife. 　　I stopped masturbating and went to sleep peacefully. 　　But I hadn't been asleep for long when the creaking and slurping sounds started again, and because I didn't protest, they became bolder and louder. 　　As I listened to the sounds they made, I imagined their movements, as if I were listening to a beautiful piece of music. 　　I drifted off to sleep again when they stopped.

When they woke me up for the third time, I enjoyed the "music" while devising a plan for revenge: I'd call my wife
over tomorrow and have a competition with them!
At that moment, I was so happy that I forgot to guess what was happening on the other side of the partition, and drifted off to sleep to the beautiful "
music ."
As for how many more times they did it, I don't know.
(II) The Competition Across the Partition
The next day, I wrote a letter to my wife saying I couldn't leave and asked her to come to the commune in the afternoon.
I found a landlord nearby and asked him to deliver the letter to my wife.
That afternoon, my wife indeed arrived, and my plan was working. I was secretly delighted. Tonight, it's my turn
!
As darkness fell, five or six of us each carried a stool and a palm-leaf fan to rest in the courtyard, chatting haphazardly
for a while.
The secretary and director, seeing that we were two couples, tactfully went back to their rooms to sleep.
I couldn't wait for them to fall asleep, because I had important things to do!
Both couples carried their stools back to their rooms. I smiled slightly at Tang Ge, who understood and
returned , even giving me a sly wink.
Back in the room, a few fans quickly chased away the mosquitoes in the mosquito net.
After putting down the net, I took off my clothes, preparing for bed.
At the same time, I heard the neighboring room also fanning away mosquitoes and putting up their mosquito net.
I was only wearing a vest and shorts, which I quickly stripped off.
Naked, I watched my wife take off her long clothes and trousers, then got into bed in her shorts and t-shirt before I blew out
the kerosene lamp and crawled into my mosquito net.
The bed creaked a few times, and I lay down next to my wife; the other bed creaked a few times
too , then fell silent.
"I must start before them and finish after them," I thought. "I want them
to hear the sounds of our thrusting."
So I turned to the side, pressed my penis against my wife's buttocks, braced my left hand on the mat, and
pushed her blouse up with my right hand, gently caressing her left breast. Then I lifted my head and lightly licked her right nipple with my tongue—
at this moment, the bed shook a few times, making a few creaking sounds. There was no movement from the other side.
Next, I moved my right hand down to pull down her pants.
She lifted her buttocks, the bed creaked, and her pants were easily pulled down to her knees. She lowered her buttocks, lifted her
legs , and with a few more creaks from the bed, her shorts fell onto the mat. The bed
creaked, and I climbed on top of her.
The bed squeaked a few times, and I moved my knees, moving my hard penis next to her vagina.
The bed creaked… I moved my head, kissing her passionately.
My wife started to breathe heavily, but she kept her voice down.
I braced my left hand on the mat and reached for her genitals with my right. The bed creaked a few times. I
noticed her genitals were already wet.
She was really holding back; she hadn't made a sound yet.
I propped myself up on my knees, grasped my penis with my right hand, and rubbed and tapped it against her vaginal opening. When I touched it with my finger, the glans
was covered fluid. Of course, the bed shook a few more times
, creaking and groaning. She finally couldn't hold back any longer, occasionally letting out a few creaking and groaning sounds.
"Screak... creak..." Our bed swayed. I placed a towel under her buttocks and
then inserted my penis into her vagina.
I began to thrust, and the bed creaked and groaned as it rocked.
"Be gentle," my wife gently reminded me.
"No problem, I listened to it all night," I said.
I thrust gently, pulled gently, and the bed swayed gently, creaking softly
.
Slowly, the vaginal fluids overflowed, accompanied by the rhythmic "plop-sizzle-plop-sizzle" of thrusting.
I was so engrossed in enjoying my own "musical music" that I completely forgot to listen to the sounds from the other side. Now, I realized they
were also making "creak-creak" and "plop-sizzle" sounds, faster and louder than ours
.
So, the same sounds came from both sides of the partition, one fast, one slow, one loud.
Occasionally, there were the sounds of kissing and the slapping of skin against skin.
Both people were doing the same thing simultaneously, without shame or pretense,
breathing heavily and even making indistinct "ee...ya...woo...wa..." sounds.
Stimulated by these sounds, I became even more excited, increasing the speed and force of my thrusts, making
the sounds faster and louder, drowning out the sounds from the other side.
We were thrusting enthusiastically when, after a few heavy thrusts, there was silence.
I assumed they were resting. I slowed down, waiting for their next round. I thrust in and out over a hundred more times, but
they still hadn't moved. I knocked on the wall and said, "Brother Tang, what's wrong? Did you cum?" "Yes!"
Brother Tang said.
"Why rush? Take it easy!" I said.
I slowly thrust in and out a few hundred more times before finally cumming!
I was so happy! I'd given them a good listen! I'd let them experience what it's like to listen to others having sex!
We simply dried ourselves off with a towel (because, as usual, we were going to have another big battle tonight, so there was no need to clean ourselves
thoroughly), then slowly fanned ourselves with a palm leaf fan and went to sleep.
When I woke up, my penis was hard again, waiting for the next battle!
I shifted my body, and the bed creaked and shook; my wife woke up. There were also
a few creaking sounds from over there; they woke up too.
"Brother Tang, Sister Gui, are you awake?" "You woke me up," Brother Tang said with a smile.
"Want to do it again?" I asked.
"Aren't you ashamed!" my wife said softly.
"I've heard it all, and I've done it all, what's there to be ashamed of! Let's go!" Brother Tang said.
"Shall we have a competition?" I said with a smile.
"Let's compete!" Brother Tang readily agreed.
The beds on both sides started creaking and groaning again.
The four of us were panting heavily, the beds were creaking and groaning, and two penises were...
The sounds of thrusting in and out of two vaginas, the sounds of skin slapping against skin from two couples, and the shouts and laughter of
the four people blended together, creating a magnificent symphony!
Our habit is to have sex at least twice when we meet on Saturdays, the second time lasting longer and more
enjoyable than the first.
Having someone accompany me today makes it even more exciting and wonderful.
As for the results of the competition, no one announced them because there was no referee.
(III) The next-door neighbor is a relative.
About twenty days later, Tang Ge received a call from his mine saying that they needed to "grasp revolution and promote production," and that
production , requiring him to return. He had no choice but to reluctantly say goodbye to his wife and return home.
From then on, I could no longer appreciate that beautiful music, and I felt quite uncomfortable at night.
But their bold act of making love, which I could hear clearly, had broken down the barriers of shyness and morality
, so our conversations through the partition were uninhibited.
One night, lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep. I gently knocked on the wall and softly said, "Sister Gui,
are you asleep?" "Not yet," she replied softly.
"Missing Brother Tang, huh?" "No way." "Isn't it itchy down there?" I teased her intentionally.
"You pervert!" she pretended to be angry.
"If you're not a pervert, why are you doing such a perverted thing?" "I'm not talking to you anymore." "Do you want me to help you?"
"Help you with what?" she asked knowingly.
"Our neighbor is a relative, I can scratch your itch." "..." There was no reply from the other end.
This conversation ended there, but it laid the foundation for our future relationship.
One day, the county held a large meeting to struggle against capitalist roaders. The commune's rebels and capitalist roaders all went to the county meeting
, leaving only me, Sister Gui, and the cook in the commune.
The cook slept next to the kitchen, leaving only the two of us in the ancestral hall, separated by the wall. The opportunity had come!
Around 10 p.m., I closed the door of the ancestral hall and went to sleep. Soon after, Sister Gui also fell asleep.
"Can't sleep again, Sister Gui?" I asked.
"Only you can't sleep." "Maybe?" I said.
"Don't bother me!" she said angrily.
"Haven't fucked you in so long, is your genitals itchy? Are you wet?" I brought up the topic directly to see if she would
get angry.
"You pervert!" "I want to be a pervert today!" I deliberately provoked her.
"You dare!" "It's just the two of us here, why wouldn't I dare?" "There's the cook too." she said.
It seems there's hope. I said, "He went to sleep early." "Aren't you afraid of being punished?" "Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I
know, who's going to punish me?" "..." She was silent.
"Open the door, I'm coming." As I said this, the bed creaked twice, and I got up; but there was no movement
from the other side .
"Is she just saying that?" I thought. But I still wanted to try.
So I took a flashlight, gently opened the door, and tiptoed to her door.
I waited for her to open the door, but there was no sound. I was about to knock when I gently pushed the door open. It turned out she
hadn't even bolted it; she had been waiting for me to come and do "that" with her 　　all along.
I bolted the door, took off my clothes, and climbed naked onto her bed.
I turned on my flashlight and was shocked. She was lying naked on her back on the bed,
her breasts and genitals prominently displayed. "What a wanton woman!" I thought to myself. 　　I knelt beside her, carefully admiring her naked body with the flashlight. 　　She was in her thirties, her breasts high and firm, with dark purple nipples protruding from her round, full breasts. 　　Touching them, her breasts still had some elasticity, clearly not as good as my wife's. 　　Below her navel, there was a thick patch of dark, shiny, curly pubic hair, more and denser than my wife's; 　　touching it, it was coarser than my wife's, but softer than mine. 　　Hidden among the dark hair were two large, dark purple labia. I held the flashlight in my left hand and pinched a labia majora with my right. Strangely, it felt like pinching a piece of skin; I could stretch it two or three centimeters long, and when I let go, it covered the vaginal opening . 　　My wife's labia majora weren't as big or as dark as hers. 　　I used my thumb and forefinger to part her labia majora and saw the clitoris, which was engorged with blood, dark red , and prominently erect. 　　The labia minora were also purplish-black and already wet, with vaginal fluid flowing to the vaginal opening. 　　Parting the labia minora, inside, like my wife's, was pink, tender, and wet vaginal flesh. I could almost see the vaginal fluid flowing out from between those folds. 　　After admiring it to my heart's content, I bent down and kissed her pubic hair with my lips, then bit it with my teeth. I 　　bit each hair and pulled it upwards, making her cry out, "Ouch, ouch!" 　　Then I licked her clitoris and labia with my tongue, all the way to her vagina. I stuck my tongue inside her vagina and smelled a fishy, pungent odor, unlike my wife's. 　　Ignoring all that, I continued licking until she writhed and begged for mercy, the bed creaking and groaning . 　　Then I lay on my side, facing her genitals, and placed my penis in front of her. 　　She turned her upper body to face my penis as well. 　　"Is mine bigger, or Tom's?" I asked, shimmering a flashlight on my penis while playing with her genitals. 　　"Yours is bigger," she gasped. 　　"Whose is longer?" I asked again. 　　"Yours is longer," she said before she could finish, grasping my penis and kissing it. 　　"Yours is wet," she gasped. 　　"Isn't this semen? Does it taste good?" I asked. 　　"It tastes good." "What does it taste like?" "It's light, a little bit salty." She was so excited she could hardly speak, and my penis, licked hard and throbbing, was now painfully swollen. 　　I got up and sat on her lap, put down the flashlight, then parted her labia with one hand, grasped my penis with the other, and swirled it around her vaginal opening a few times, coating the glans with her vaginal fluid. With a "plop," I inserted my penis into her vagina. 　　I squatted on her hips, moving my buttocks up and down, while pinching one of her nipples with my left hand.

I held a flashlight in my right hand, shining it on our genitals, watching my penis thrust in
and out of her vagina. At that moment, her buttocks bounced up and down with my thrusts.
When I pulled my penis out, her labia majora flipped upwards, tightly enveloping my penis. I
felt it being gripped so tightly, especially the glans, which felt incredibly pleasurable. When
I thrust my penis in, her labia majora rolled inwards, as if the vagina was narrowing, and
my penis felt tightly clamped—so incredibly pleasurable!
We continued this rhythmic thrusting motion,
sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, constantly changing positions. With each thrust, the bed
creaked and groaned, the vagina sang with a "plop plop" sound, skin
slapped , and both of them panted heavily...
Thrusting, thrusting, shaking, swaying, making noise, calling out, singing, humming, panting, the glans and vagina
itched , the lower back, spine, and head felt like they were being struck by an electric current, mouth, eyes, nose, tongue, body—all
their senses were fully engaged in pleasure, experiencing one climax after another, until finally, like a torrent, he ejaculated
deep into her vagina.
From then on, whenever the time was right, we two neighbors separated by a partition wall would secretly
enjoy ourselves once in a while.
But I followed one principle: never after Wednesday, because on Saturday I had to meet my wife and
reserve enough energy and semen for her. This was just a fling; my wife was the real deal!
I served two women, enjoying the pleasure they gave me, until I was transferred to another job.
[The End]

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