He's too timid to do anything but steal food from his own neighborhood.

A cowardly man, only able to steal from his own neighborhood.

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During the Cultural Revolution, I graduated from a university in the capital after five years of study. My hometown is a major town in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River. The turmoil of the Cultural Revolution left me utterly disheartened. Returning to my hometown was my greatest dream, but because the job assignment plan after graduation was geared towards rural areas, grassroots levels, border regions, and factories and mines, there was no hope of returning home.

Fortunately, I came from a relatively good family background and was not assigned to a rural area. Instead, I was assigned to the railway bureau in Northeast China, working as a track maintenance worker in a border area. My four years in Northeast China were the prime of my youth, but in order to return home, I could not fall in love there. I felt that my longing for my hometown overwhelmed everything. Several girls from Northeast China asked me to propose marriage, but I politely declined them. I was truly in a corner forgotten by love.

Four years later, after relentless struggle and effort, I was finally transferred back to my hometown. I became a teacher at a factory's affiliated school. When I returned home, I was almost 30 years old, and only under the urging of my elders did I hastily fall in love and get married.

At that time, my workplace was a large factory, and there were dormitories available. Dormitory allocation was based on seniority, factory tenure, and number of family members. Since I was new to the factory, with short tenure and few family members, I could only get a small room. Soon after, I was assigned a unit. Each unit had three rooms: large, medium, and small. The large ones were 30 square meters, the medium ones 25 square meters, and mine was 15 square meters. The large room had a separate kitchen, while the medium and small rooms shared a kitchen, and all three families shared a toilet.

At that time, the Cultural Revolution was still ongoing, and factional conflicts still existed. In my unit, the large room belonged to a long-time factory cadre surnamed Wen, very capable and talkative, a disgraced member of the "free spirit." His wife worked at another factory, fair-skinned and plump. The medium room belonged to a short worker surnamed Zhang, a favorite in the factory. His wife was a family member of a worker, tall and somewhat attractive.

My wife worked north of the river, and had to cross the river every day to get to and from work, which was very tiring. I always drove her to and from work. After living there for about half a year, I got to know everyone. The Zhang family in the middle house, firstly due to differing opinions, and secondly because they had many children and faced financial difficulties, were largely ignored by the Wen family. My two families treated each other equally, and we lived in peace.

Due to limited income, I tried to save money by learning to sew clothes and repair bicycles, which earned me much praise from the neighbors.

Summers in our area were like ovens, especially at night. The rooms were unbearably hot, like steam rooms, and there were no fans. Everyone had to sleep on the rooftop to cool off, men and women alike wearing only thin shirts and shorts. We'd come up to cool off and chat as soon as it got dark, and only fall asleep when the temperature dropped a bit later.

Among the neighbors, Wen's wife's fair legs were quite eye-catching. Wen, a cadre, also enjoyed chatting with me.
I remember it was late summer or early autumn of the first year, when the room temperature was suitable for sleeping. There was no television then, so usually in the evenings, we'd chat in the corridor to cool off, and then go back to our rooms to sleep later.

One day, Wen's husband went on a business trip. My wife went back to her parents' home, and we all chatted about our families. It was getting late, and everyone went to their rooms to sleep. Still feeling the effects of her passion, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, thinking about her fair, full, and sexy figure.

Around midnight, I got up and left my room. Everyone had already turned off their lights and gone to sleep. I exhaled on the balcony and suddenly noticed the key was still in the lock on Wen's door.

I was very surprised. Had she deliberately left the key so I could get in? Or had she really forgotten it? If it was intentional, what a great opportunity it would be! There was no one else at her house, and I could… with her; but I wasn't entirely sure, and I didn't dare to be presumptuous. If she wasn't interested and I was rejected, how embarrassing would it be for the neighbors next door? But on the other hand, if she really was interested, it would be a pity to give up. After all, most men have a strong desire for their first affair.

After hesitating and struggling for a while, I decided to use returning the key as a pretext to find out what was going on. Afraid of disturbing the neighbors, I knocked softly on her door.

I whispered from outside the door, "You forgot your keys, you forgot your keys."

A moment later, a voice responded from inside, "What is it?"

I said, "You left your keys in the door."

The light inside turned on, the door opened, and I saw her wearing a tank top and shorts, her eyes still sleepy, her white flesh dazzling. She held the doorknob in one hand and rubbed her eyes with the other, a woman's scent wafting towards me.

I handed her her keys, saying, "How could you forget your keys in the door? It's dangerous."

She smiled and took the keys, saying, "Oh... thank you..."

We stood there awkwardly for a moment, then I said, "Could you give me a glass of water?" I went inside. She turned around, poured a glass of water, smiled, and handed it to me, telling me to sit down and drink. As

I drank, my heart pounded; I was so excited and nervous.

She smiled and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

I said, "It's hot, I can't sleep."

After a few sips, I suddenly put down the glass, rushed forward, and hugged her tightly; I almost fainted. She struggled slightly in my arms and said, "What are you doing?"

I said, "I like you." I kissed her, and she shook her head a few times before I kissed her back. At that moment, I touched her breasts, and my penis became erect, pressing against her. She was also unable to control herself. While kissing me, she said, "Be careful the neighbors in the back building don't see us."

We moved to one side of the room, still holding her. Her hand touched my penis, and I let her hold it through my pants. She didn't refuse. Holding my penis, she asked me, "Do you want to play in the sand?"

I said, "Yes."

She quickly pulled the curtain behind us, without turning off the light. We went to the bedside, and I took off her vest. She sat on the edge of the bed. Her large breasts were erect in front of her chest. I bent down and sucked on her nipples, my hand stroking her full, smooth back. She was compliant and didn't resist at all. I quickly pulled off her shorts. She was completely naked, her skin white and full, yet still had a defined waist, rounded thighs, a flat crotch, and sparse pubic hair—she was incredibly beautiful. Before I could even admire her, I hastily stripped off my own clothes and pressed myself against her plump, naked body. I first touched her vaginal opening; it was already very slippery. My penis was already rock hard. I parted her legs, and she, panting, quickly guided my penis to her opening. I thrust it in immediately, followed by a series of rapid thrusts. I felt how wet, tight, and hot she was inside. She hugged me tightly, panting slightly, and asked, "Is it good?"

I said, "Yes. How about you?"

She said, "Good…so good…oh…harder…harder…" I rocked against her soft flesh. Her vagina was tight, slippery, and warm—it felt incredibly good. It was the first time in my life I had experienced the thrill of adultery, and it was truly unforgettable.

A moment later, she rolled over onto me, pressing down on me. Her vagina gripped my penis, and she moved back and forth on top of me, panting heavily, clearly very excited. Soon, we were both sweating. Her vagina was very wet, and she kept wiping it with a towel, afraid of soiling the bed. But the wetness kept coming out. I thought her sex drive was really strong; otherwise, where would all that wetness come from? After

I rested down there, I rolled over again, spreading her white legs and placing them on my shoulders. Her buttocks were raised high, her vagina open upwards. I inserted my thick, long penis, and she cried out, "So good…so good…your thing is amazing…amazing…"

I asked her, "Am I thicker than your husband's?"

She gasped, "Yes."

She then asked me, "Do you really like me?"

I said, "I've liked you for a long time, but I was too afraid."

She asked, "What were you afraid of?"

I said, "I was afraid you wouldn't…wouldn't…" As I spoke, I forcefully thrust into her crotch, making a slapping sound.

She gasped, "Ken... Ken... as long as you come... I'll... I'll... Ken..."

For the first time, I proved my charm. Feeling triumphant, I became even more energetic. I increased my strength and speed, thrusting deeper and harder.

She responded to me from below, moaning "Oh...oh...so good...so good..."

Gradually, I felt myself ejaculating, and I hurriedly asked her, "Can I ejaculate inside?"

She said, "Yes, I have an IUD."

We held her genitals tightly, moving faster, and finally, like a volcanic eruption, I ejaculated into her vagina. My penis moved rhythmically inside her, injecting my semen deep into her vagina. She held me tightly, absorbing this milk of love.

I ejaculated, completely limp on top of her. She wiped her genitals first with tissue, then my limp penis. She held me tightly, seemingly very fond of me.

After the climax, I came to my senses, feeling a lingering fear, afraid someone would come in and discover our affair—that would be terrible. After all, this was my first time transgressing. Afterwards, I felt a pang of guilt and just wanted to leave her house quickly, to get away from this place of trouble.

I hugged her, kissed her a few times, put on my clothes, had her turn off the lights first, then gently opened the door to check if it was safe, and finally escaped. My heart was pounding, after all, I was feeling guilty.

Later, whenever we had the chance, we would make love to each other without telling our families.

No one knew about my affair with the Wen family's wife, and of course, the Zhang family in the middle house didn't know either.

(2)

In October 1976, after the "Gang of Four" was overthrown, the rebels completely collapsed. In the early autumn of 1977, after nearly a year of the "Expose and Criticize the Gang of Four" movement, the factory borrowed a school building from a university to hold an isolation study class for the rebel leaders, in order to prevent anyone in the factory from colluding or leaking information. The Zhang family's husband was a favorite in the factory and a key member of the study class, keeping watch over the rebel leaders. He usually came back one day a week. The Wen family's husband also stopped going on business trips. He sympathized with the rebels and was also having a hard time.

At that time, there were often power outages at night. When there was a power outage, we would light kerosene lamps or homemade diesel lamps for lighting.
One night, my wife wasn't home, and I was sleeping alone. It was late when I heard the constant chopping of vegetables coming from the kitchen, keeping me awake. I got up and went to check. In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, I saw it was indeed my neighbor, Mrs. Zhang, chopping radishes. She was facing away from the kitchen door, wearing a light jacket and shorts, and I could vaguely see her white legs. She was wearing slippers, which were quite alluring.
I didn't disturb her and went back to my room. Suddenly, those white legs aroused my desire, making me hard.

I knew that the Zhang couple didn't get along. The man was short and had a sleazy appearance, while the woman was tall and somewhat attractive, but she had married Mr. Zhang because she loved the big city. Their relationship wasn't good. With three children, they struggled financially. Besides a bed, a table, and a few stools, their home had no furniture. Neither of them was very educated.

Usually, Zhang's wife would say my wife was beautiful, expressing her envy. She spoke softly and sweetly, with a touch of allure, and was quite attractive. So, although I didn't like talking to Zhang's men, I wasn't averse to Zhang's wife. Sometimes, she'd even ask me to help her with sewing.

Thinking about this, my little brother grew hard, drawn to Zhang's wife's thighs. My erection was still throbbing, seemingly beckoning me; I felt a sense of certainty that she wouldn't refuse me, after all, from a man's perspective, I was far superior to her husband.

I got out of bed again, put on a coat, and went out of the room. I quietly stood at the kitchen doorway, watching Zhang's wife's back. I coughed and said, "It's so late, are you still chopping vegetables?"

She said softly, "Oh, you're still awake? Did I wake you up?"

I said, "No."

She continued to explain softly, "I need to chop the radishes so they can dry while the sun is shining these days. They've been sitting there for so many days, they'll rot if I don't chop them soon."

I said, "Oh, is that so? Be careful not to catch a cold, you're not wearing enough clothes."

She still said softly, "Hmm, I'm not afraid. Aren't you going to sleep?"

At this moment, I couldn't suppress my desire, went up and hugged her from behind, panting, "Aren't you cold?"

She waved the knife in her hand, laughing, "What are you doing? Watch out for your wife!"

I let go, dodging the knife, and said, "Silly you? Watch out for the knife!" After saying that, I snatched the knife, put it aside, and hugged her again. She giggled as she bent over to avoid it.

I said, "Keep your voice down, or the neighbors will hear."

She said, "Then let's go to your room."

I took her hand and led her to my room. It was dark, and I hugged her and kissed her. At first, she pretended to avoid me, but soon she stopped, and we kissed. Although she wasn't as voluptuous as Wen's wife, she wasn't particularly thin either. Although she was from the countryside, she had been in the city for many years and knew a thing or two. Our tongues intertwined, making sounds.
Suddenly, she pulled away from my embrace and asked, "Your wife is so beautiful, and you still miss me?"
I said, "You're beautiful too."

She said, "No, not as beautiful as your wife. I didn't expect you to do this."

I asked, "How?"

She said, "This kind of thing is so ugly."

I hugged her and said, "Not ugly, not ugly."

I took off her top and then her pants, but I couldn't undo them no matter what I did. I said, "How did you get your pants like that? They're so hard to undo?"

She laughed and said, "If you can't undo them, then you can't do it."

I continued to try desperately, but I still couldn't undo them. Finally, she smiled and said, "I'll do it."

She finally managed to unzip her pants and take them off, lying on the bed. In the dim light from the window, I could vaguely see her naked body; she was slender, with small but firm breasts. I pressed myself against her, and she grasped my penis with her hand. I used one hand to explore her vaginal opening, finding it already wet. I thrust inside, and she clung to me tightly, as if she had received an unexpected windfall, extremely excited. She eagerly welcomed my thrusts. She probably never imagined that a college student like me would fall for a country girl.

I thrust in and out; because of the abundant vaginal secretions, it was very slippery, and I could feel her vagina was as tight as a hand, tightly gripping my penis. When I stopped to rest, her vagina was still contracting and pulsating, holding my penis.

I said, "Your pussy is moving, it feels so good."

She laughed and said, "It only moves because she likes you."

I started moving again, and she moaned excitedly from below, "Oh...oh...so good...so good...it relieves...it relieves...it relieves so much...oh..."

It was the first time I had heard the word "relieves itch," and I became even more excited, thrusting harder into her pussy. She kept moaning "it relieves...it relieves itch" softly.

I got tired, and she whispered, "Let me get on top." I lay flat on my back with my legs together, my penis erect, waiting for her. She straddled me, grasped my penis, aligned her vagina with it, and slowly sat down. At first, she thrust slowly downwards, but as she got into the groove, she increased the speed of her thrusts, moaning, "Oh...oh...it relieves...it relieves..."

She seemed a little tired and asked, "Aren't you coming yet?"

I said, "Not yet."

As she moved, she said, "You're in great shape. My husband comes after three thrusts, it doesn't relieve the itch at all."

My arousal returned, and I had her lie face down, arching her buttocks and spreading her knees. I inserted my penis into her vagina from behind; it felt different, the thrusting against her buttocks added a sensual sensation.
She was panting below, saying intermittently, "So good...so good...it relieves the itch...it relieves the itch so much...don't stop...fuck me harder...oh...oh..."

I felt like I was controlling a tamed animal, feeling incredibly exhilarated. I thrust even harder into her depths for a while, and when I felt I was about to ejaculate, I asked her, "Can I cum inside?"

She gasped, "Yes...yes...I...put...an IUD...on..."
I quickly flipped her over, her face up, legs spread. I launched my final thrust, the impact of our genitals making a "slap slap" sound. With each slap, she gasped for breath. Finally, my essence gushed out, pouring deep into her vagina. She held me tightly, refusing to let go, as if she were holding a priceless treasure.

After I finished, I slumped against her like a deflated balloon, our breaths mingling, slowly returning to normal.

She lingered for a long time, reluctant to let go, for about an hour before finally leaving my bed.

We did it many more times afterward. Whenever my wife wasn't home, or her husband wasn't home, she would come over and enjoy herself with me.

More than 30 years have passed, but I'll never forget it. Later, I transferred out of my original workplace and rarely saw them anymore. I wonder what they're doing now.

Among men, I'm considered relatively honest and upright. I even had a few affairs during the difficult years of the Cultural Revolution; you can imagine what others are like. And nowadays, men with power, influence, and money are even less likely to indulge in such behavior.

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