I turned my mother-in-law's house into a brothel.

I was on the balcony, craning my neck and staring downstairs. My six-year-old daughter couldn't wait any longer and came down. Only after I saw her petite figure on the lawn by the flower bed did I return to the bedroom. She was still happily applying powder to her face. There was a lake-green suit on the bed. She was sitting in front of the mirror, her white back completely naked, except for a pitifully small pair of underwear on her round bottom, which made her two braided buttocks look plump.
This is really killing me. The moment I see her wearing such alluring panties, I won't give up until I've made her beg for mercy.
I fiercely threw her to the ground, tearing off her underwear with my hands and feet. She laughed and shouted wantonly, "Why are you here again? Haven't you had enough? I just finished getting ready, and you're messing around again."
I don't care. As the saying goes, lust makes people bolder than the sky. Even if a knife is held to my neck, I'll still let them finish before I cut them.
I pulled out my already thick and hard penis, aimed at her sparsely haired vagina, and with a thrust of my hips, I inserted the entire length of my penis as if it had eyes. The vagina was warm and moist, and the moment my glans touched her body, I felt a tingling and intense pleasure, and I couldn't help but thrust wildly.
Before long, her vagina was overflowing with a thin, sticky, and slippery fluid, making soft, squelching sounds like a cat licking a bowl of porridge. Looking at my wife, whom I was holding by the waist with one hand and supporting her buttocks with the other, her face was flushed, her hair disheveled, and her squinty eyes were barely visible. She was moaning and groaning incessantly. After a few more vigorous thrusts, she was in ecstasy. One leg was hooked around my waist and hip, while the other was raised high, pointing to the sky. Her half-undone underwear was still hanging on her calf, like a flag waving in the air.
She was completely exhausted. A series of gushing ejaculations from her vagina signaled her utter surrender. I thrust my penis in hard, then remained motionless, letting it swell and grow to its full size inside her. I felt the twitching and biting sensation, like a baby suckling, which finally relaxed my bound nerves, allowing the hot semen to gush out wildly. My penis throbbed and trembled during the ejaculation. She screamed, then her whole body tensed up, from her thighs to her toes, until it became stiff. Then she fell heavily to the ground.
Seeing her limp body lying on the carpet, beads of sweat on her forehead, I lifted her up. That's what makes my wife so alluring—she's easily aroused and easily satisfied. I haphazardly explored her vagina, and she moaned with delight.
It was time for me to be attentive. I found her a bra, and then, under her direction, I got some tissues to put in her underwear. When she put on her suit, I made sure her collar was straight. Then, I happily and cheerfully headed downstairs. My daughter was impatiently kicking the wheels of our little car. When she saw us coming out of the stairwell arm in arm, she turned her face away and pouted.
My parents-in-law's house was at the end of a small alley. Our car was too small to fit in, so I parked it far away. My wife muttered under her breath, "Why didn't you park it next to my older sister's car?"
My silly wife, that's an imported Crown brand, what are ours compared to that? The whole family was carrying big bags and small bags, and familiar neighbors kept greeting my wife. When we got home, sure enough, we were the last ones to arrive, actually just behind my older sister's house.
The grandparents only had three daughters. The youngest, Xiaoman, was still unmarried and had dated no fewer than ten boyfriends, but none of them had won her heart.
The father-in-law's full name was Xu Dexian. He was once the principal of a key middle school. He was highly respected in the education field and had many outstanding students. After retiring from his post, he still held a leisurely job at the school.
The mother-in-law, Li Jingxian, was also a middle school Chinese teacher. The couple was eight years apart in age. Back then, the father-in-law risked being dismissed, investigated, or even fired from his job by marrying his eighteen-year-old student, Jingxian, which became a touching and remarkable story in the local area. Privately, the mother-in-law told us that she was already pregnant at the time and had no choice but to accept the marriage.
I offered my heartfelt birthday wishes to my father-in-law, along with a carton of Zhonghua cigarettes, two bottles of Wuliangye liquor, and a red envelope containing eight hundred yuan. This was a month's salary for me, a lecturer at a teachers' college—it hurt, but my wife was happy. But compared to my older sister and Xiaoyuan, it was a drop in the ocean, incomparable. My brother-in-law, Zhang Ping, is a minor official, currently on temporary assignment in a rural town. I heard his future is bright; once he returns, he'll be shouldering important responsibilities and enjoying a promising career.
He was sitting on the sofa, swinging his legs. He looked rather plump and had grown quite a bit since I last saw him. With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he stared blankly into the bedroom next to the living room, which was Xiaoman's room.
I leaned against the threshold, my head down. Inside, my wife and she were having a lively conversation when I heard Xiaoman say, "He's a good person in every way, except he's too lustful. We've only gone on a few dates, and he already wants me to sleep with him."
"Men these days aren't like that. I think he's very handsome," the wife said. "Besides, the family environment is also good. Stop pretending to be a lady. It's not like you're immoral."
Xiaoman got impatient and slapped her wife, "You're not allowed to say that! If you mention it again, I won't tell you anything from now on."
I pretended to be a gentleman and knocked on the open door. Xiaoman, her face flushed, came over and pushed my shoulder, "Go away, go away, the woman is talking, why are you getting involved?"
"Can't I find a wife?" I said swaggeringly as I walked in.
My wife was taking off her suit jacket and looking for Xiaoman's pajamas to change into. Xiaoman glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and muttered, "Look at your wife, she's still wearing a piece of paper underneath. Confess, she did it when she first came here."
"Yeah, with a physique like mine, how could I stand it if I didn't have sex two or three times a day?" I answered her straightforwardly.
"Shameless! How can you show off like this? You're so shameless." Xiaoman lightly scratched her face with her hand.
"Xiaoman's jealous." My wife glanced at me with her moist eyes, teasing me at the opportune moment. My wife is always on my side. Xiaoman glared at me fiercely; good heavens, those phoenix eyes held a deep, lingering resentment. My mother-in-law was calling from outside, "Xiaohui, come quickly and help!"
Xiao Hui is my wife. As soon as she left, I lay down on Xiao Man's bed. A young girl's boudoir is already fragrant, let alone a bed. Xiao Man pounced on me and pinched my inner thigh hard.
"You're quite the showman, wandering around like a stallion."
I endured the pain and dared not scream, only gasping for breath: "No, someone will see us."
She then stood up and said to me by the bedside, "What do you think of the young policeman Zhang Ping introduced? He does resemble you a bit."
"Come on, tell me, how far have we gotten?" It seemed like a sour taste was rising in her head, but she was still forcing a smile.
"It was just hugging and cuddling. He took me to the newly allocated apartment and tried to take off my clothes, but I wouldn't let him."
As she spoke, she kicked the bed leg with her foot. With each kick, my heart skipped a beat. The girl in front of me had a delicate face, as tender as a peach blossom after the rain. She was facing away from the door, letting the outside light shine in. Her snow-white nightgown, thin as paper, revealed her curvaceous and exquisite body. My penis instantly became erect, rising up and sticking out like a tent between my legs.
I unzipped it, picked it up, and asked, "How's it going? Haven't tasted meat in a long time, have you?"
She turned her face away: "You rascal, who cares about you? Go find your wife." After saying that, she hunched over and walked out with each step trembling.
Her cold water chilled me to the bone, and my penis inexplicably went limp. A girl's thoughts are like a sudden change in the weather, unpredictable.
Two years ago, I attended a basketball coaching training course in the provincial capital. Xiaoman hadn't graduated yet, so I often went to visit her. The auntie who guarded the door of Xiaoman's dormitory was also lovely. Whenever I went there, she would pick up the microphone and shout into her arms, "Xu Xiaoman, receive the guest!" or "Xu Xiaoman, the guest has arrived!" Her Mandarin was impeccable and clear.
Xiaoman came running downstairs, linking arms with me, and we would stroll around the campus or go to eat nearby. Seeing her so happy, I initially thought it was a girl from afar longing for her family. Gradually, she became familiar with her classmates, and we started going to karaoke bars and pubs together.
She never revealed to her classmates or friends that I was her brother-in-law, and treated me as if I were her boyfriend from her hometown. I attributed all of this to a girl's vanity, especially since this brother-in-law was a tall, handsome basketball coach. In the private room, we would flirtatiously hug and embrace while singing and dancing, and when we drank too much, we would kiss and smack each other in a wanton manner.
Xiaoman called me over the weekend, saying that she and her group were partying at a famous disco and that I absolutely had to come. When I arrived by taxi, the group of three women and two men were quite drunk. The place was noisy and chaotic, with a cacophony of voices and music that surged like a gust of wind, as if trying to lift the roof off.
More than a dozen wine bottles were scattered on the table, along with opened bottles of red wine. A couple was entangled in a narrow single armchair, making it a truly deserving place for revelry.
Another storm of frenzied activity erupted, deafening and mesmerizing. Xiaoman dragged me into the dance floor. It was still late spring, but Xiaoman couldn't wait to put on her summer clothes. Her black short skirt was thin and narrow, revealing her underwear with every sway of her hips. On top was a sexy high-necked sleeveless bodysuit that accentuated her prominent breasts.
She writhed and twisted in front of me, making some incredibly provocative and seductive movements. Every now and then, searchlights flashed like lightning across the night sky. She was no longer the pure and pretty young girl I remembered, but a woman who was soft and boneless, with a wanton and lustful body.
Then the music slowly turned to dance, and the whole hall was plunged into darkness. The long, drawn-out saxophone melody was plaintive and sorrowful. I hugged her and swayed my body. I could feel the heat emanating from her thin clothes. She wrapped her arms around my neck, buried her beautiful face in my shoulder, and pressed her full breasts against me without any restraint.
A flicker of passion spread through my body. As we walked, our thighs touched, and I wrapped my arms around her waist. We strolled behind a thick pillar, where I kissed her. Her dry lips parted slightly in a crack.
As I pressed against her, her tongue, as nimble as a viper's forked tongue, darted into my mouth. I sucked on it and held it in my mouth, my feet no longer moving. She leaned against the pillar, supporting herself with one leg and tiptoeing with the other, trying her best to welcome my pressing body.
As we gasped for breath, she said haltingly, "Don't worry, I've wanted you for a long time."
I must have looked so pathetic then, dumbfounded and speechless. She hugged me again and said, "Really, you're the first man who's ever made my heart flutter, I don't care who you are." Then, a shower of kisses rained down on my cheeks, eyes, and the corners of my mouth.
She grabbed my hand and led me to the door. We flagged down a car, and she told us the name of a hotel. Inside the car, we hugged tightly, one of her thighs draped over me, her entire fair buttocks prominently displayed, much to the driver's delight.
She whispered sweetly in my ear, "I can't wait any longer, I want you."
"What are they going to do? Aren't they going to be very anxious?" I patted her back. "You haven't taken your bag or your coat yet."
She touched the inside of my thigh and pinched me hard: "Even now, you're still thinking about that thing."
As soon as we entered the room, Xiaoman jumped onto me, straddling my waist with her legs spread apart. We then launched into a flurry of kisses, our tongues leaping and frolicking like fish in a beach. She must have felt my hard, swollen penis pressing against her buttocks, and she rubbed and teased him with her hips.
I picked her up and laid her flat on the bed. As I took off my clothes, I said to her, "I'll run the water so we can take a bath together."
"No, no, I want it now." Before I could finish my words, she stood up and pulled me down into her arms. Her hands were groping wildly at the base of my legs. When she was holding the dick in one hand, the other free hand pulled off her panties.
I saw the girl's secret place: a patch of sparse, yellowish pubic hair covering her mound-like vulva. The hair lay smoothly against her two fleshy labia, and a moist patch of water seeped from the slit in the middle, making the two pink labia inside the vulva look even more delicate, like a flower bud covered in frost and dew.
I knelt on the bed, grabbed a pillow and placed it under her buttocks, then brought my penis to her vulva, rubbing its thick, egg-shaped head back and forth against her labia. I could hear her rapid breathing, and I could tell that Xiaoman, whom I was pressing down on, was definitely a virgin, from her timidly assuming the position for intercourse, from her indifference as she touched my penis, and from the bewildered look in her eyes when she was aroused.
My glans rested on her slightly parted labia, my hands tightly gripping her buttocks. Suddenly, I thrust hard, my penis shoving sharply inside. Her warm vagina gripped my penis. I dared not move, leaving my penis lying still inside. Her face twitched, her teeth biting her lip, and large tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes.
I leaned forward and pressed my face against her paper-white skin, kissing her tenderly with my compassionate lips. I sucked away the tears from her eyes and whispered in her ear, "If you feel pain, just shout it out; it will make you feel better."
"I'm doing this willingly." The voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, and a hot, trickling flow was already coming from inside her vagina, the muscles between her vaginal walls expanding and contracting in waves.
I felt it was time, so I began to thrust gently, at first only short bursts, sometimes just lingering at the bottom for a moment. She began to savor the pleasure of intercourse, her belly arching as she awkwardly pressed herself against me, and she also lifted her legs to tightly grip my waist and hips. I quickened the rhythm of my thrusts, my penis plunging more boldly into her labia before penetrating her deeply. Her face flushed with the rosy hue of intoxication, and her bright, sparkling eyes shone with an expression of ecstatic joy.
She hummed incomprehensible tunes as I thrust into her, her hands scratching and clawing at my back and buttocks. I pulled her skirt and bodysuit down to her head, and she cooperated by unhooking her bra, revealing a crystal-clear, snow-white, and perfectly round body.
The Xu family's daughters all had flawless, fair skin. Xiao Man's breasts weren't as full as her sister's; they were small and firm, about the size of a hand, with small, dark red nipples that would sway and harden at the slightest touch. My penis was pressed against her vulva, but my mind was entirely on her playing with her breasts. I opened my large hand to grasp and rub them, occasionally lightly touching her nipples with my fingers.
Her whole body trembled and shuddered. Sometimes, unable to resist the itching, she would curl up and move her buttocks desperately. Not satisfied, she would put her legs on the bed, bend her knees, and try to pull her vulva upwards. Xiaoman, who was experiencing love for the first time, was so charming and lovely. Given time, she would become a little vixen who indulged in pleasure and debauchery.
I pulled out my penis, the glans still wet and stained with a few drops of blood. The snow-white pillowcase was dotted with red spots. Add a few more strokes of ink, and it would be a traditional Chinese painting of plum blossoms welcoming spring.
I stood by the bed, lifted her buttocks and placed them on the edge of the bed. I spread her legs, lowered my waist, and thrust my penis in, head and all. She gasped, but couldn't withstand my sudden impact. She let out a long sigh, put her arms above her head, and let me thrust wildly. The fragrant, honey-like milky-white fluid flowing from her vagina was carried by my penis, flowing down her thighs, her buttocks, and onto the sheets.
Sometimes she would squint her eyes, shake her head and sway her ears, letting her black hair dance wildly; other times she would open her eyes wide, filled with boundless tenderness and affection.
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