Instead of helping the neighbors mediate a fight, they ended up in bed together.

After graduating from university, due to financial constraints, I rented a simple room in an urban village. The conditions were basic, but the neighbors were relatively friendly; Ms. Zhang was one of them. Urban villages in any city are all pretty much the same. Anyone who has lived in such conditions can imagine: rooms are separated by only one wall, or even just a sheet of plywood. The soundproofing is unimaginable; basically, everyone in the neighborhood knows what's going on between the couple. You can hear even a fart.
Ms. Zhang and her husband were from the same village and shared the same surname. They came to Jinan, the provincial capital, from their hometown and opened a laundry shop, washing clothes and altering pants for the surrounding tenants. Business was booming, especially in winter, earning over 1,000 yuan a day. Summer business was slower, around 80-100 yuan a day. With the arrival of their daughter, expenses were considerable. Both of them were the type who could only benefit from others and couldn't stand being taken advantage of, so you can imagine their relationship was strained. They fought every day, and the neighbors felt bad if they didn't try to mediate.
That night, I don't know why the two of them started acting up again. Their six-month-old daughter was crying loudly. I was in my room reading articles about the "First Club" (a euphemism for a prostitute). Hehe, back then I was single, and inevitably had needs. I couldn't live without my five girls, so I ignored my initial arousal and went out in my shorts and shirtless to break up the fight. Good heavens, they were in full-blown brawl again. I lived on the first floor with Sister Zhang and her husband, and a young couple who had just moved in. I'd lived there for two years and was used to Sister Zhang and her husband's fiery temper. The couple next door were dumbfounded. There was nothing I could do. I directed the young woman to hold off Sister Zhang, while the young man and I carried Brother Zhang. Anyone who's been in a fight knows that weight determines power; if you're heavier than your opponent, you can take them down. The same logic applies to breaking up a fight. Sister Zhang is 155cm tall and weighs 130kg, less than 100kg, so we couldn't hold her at all. She broke free and started punching Brother Zhang. Poor Brother Zhang was completely immobilized by the two of us holding him; he got a real beating. Seeing this, I told my younger brother to carry her while I bent down, hoisted Sister Zhang onto my shoulder, and headed into the inner room. Sister Zhang was very smug, so my position changed to wrapping around her from under her arms. To move her, I leaned back and used my lower body to push her backward. It was a summer night, and Sister Zhang was wearing a long, one-piece nightgown. This constant rubbing, combined with having just finished reading erotic literature, suddenly made me aroused. Good heavens, was this going to kill me? But the way I was holding Sister Zhang didn't allow me to hunch over, so I was stuck in this awkward position. Sister Zhang probably sensed it too, so she wasn't struggling too much. Just as I was about to catch my breath, the guy saw I wasn't moving and stepped back from behind me to let me quickly carry Sister Zhang into the room. But he used too much force, and I stumbled into the room carrying Sister Zhang. I couldn't stop in time, and I rolled onto the bed with Sister Zhang in my arms. Sister Zhang's pajamas immediately revealed her underwear (the rented room was small, and the bed was just two steps from the door). My penis, through her underwear, bumped right against Sister Zhang's vulva. Because Sister Zhang was a bit plump, her clitoris was even more prominent. My penis immediately felt like it was being wrapped in two mounds of fat. To borrow a line from A Chinese Odyssey, I shivered against Sister Zhang, my back tightened, and I couldn't stop ejaculating onto Sister Zhang's underwear. Thinking about it afterwards, I think it was probably not... Entering Sister Zhang's vagina—after all, I'm not that kind of womanizer, haha—I was so scared my face turned pale. Luckily, Brother Zhang and the other two were still outside pushing and shoving, preventing them from coming in. I quickly apologized to Sister Zhang, saying I didn't mean to. Sister Zhang, true to her heroic nature, pulled down her pajamas and was about to go out for another round with Brother Zhang. I was almost crying, pleading in a tearful voice, "Sister, stop it! I'm so sorry, I'm about to die! Someone's going to die!" I guess my expression was particularly bad at the time, because Sister Zhang glanced at me and chuckled. What kind of time is this to be laughing? Sister Zhang calmed down for a moment, gave me a blank look, and told me to leave first. I went out and closed the door, secretly glancing at my shorts. Luckily, I had sweated a lot earlier, which slightly concealed the semen stains. So I told my little brother to calm Brother Zhang down first, and I went back to my room to change my clothes. I quickly went to calm Brother Zhang down, and at least he calmed down.
For the next few days, I was on tenterhooks, afraid that Sister Zhang would tell her husband. Even though it wasn't intentional, it was still teasing someone's wife, especially since I ejaculated on her underwear. To be honest, I had already packed my bags and was ready to move. But then I saw Sister Zhang and her husband talking to me as usual, so I gradually felt relieved. To be honest, the couple usually treated me quite well, especially Sister Zhang, who often saved a portion for me when she cooked something delicious. When she made dumplings, she knew I didn't eat pork, so she would make a vegetarian one for me. So I didn't feel awkward with them. We would joke around and playfully tease each other. Sister Zhang would pinch me or kick me from time to time, and I would occasionally grope Sister Zhang. Sometimes I would even watch Sister Zhang and her husband talk about the sex life of the young couple next door, how vigorous the man was and how the woman moaned. Sister Zhang would often jokingly call her husband and me perverts.
About a week after that incident, one afternoon I watched a movie in my room and felt a bit hot, so I went out to the hallway to get some water to wash my face. I happened to see Sister Zhang, wearing the pajamas from the day before, squatting by the tap washing the children's clothes. I greeted her, "What are you doing, Sister Zhang? Where's Brother Zhang?" Sister Zhang replied that business was slow in the summer, and Brother Zhang had gone to collect tablecloths from several restaurants in the suburbs. So I advised Sister Zhang, "Look how hard Brother Zhang works. He has to go out and earn money in this heat for the family. You should be more understanding of him." Sister Zhang scoffed, "I told him to go! Knowing his personality, he would have gone to play cards with friends and beer long ago. Me, let him go? Why wouldn't he, a grown man, let me?" I smiled wryly, "Then don't involve the innocent in your own fights. Look at him..." "The other day, you pinched me so hard, did you really think I was your husband?" After saying that, I showed Sister Zhang the marks she had left from when I broke up the fight a few days ago. Sister Zhang laughed and said, "That day you were treated like my husband, I even let you take advantage of me, why aren't you saying anything now?" I was shocked: "Sister Zhang, this, this, this is a misunderstanding. You saw it yourself that day. I really didn't mean to... I, I..." Sister Zhang glanced at me and said, "Don't say you have the desire but not the courage." I was stunned. What did she mean? Sister Zhang leaned forward again, looked up at me, and smiled. I suddenly understood. I grabbed Sister Zhang and pulled her into my arms. Sister Zhang dodged and said, "Wait a minute, what's the rush? I'll close the door first. Your brother Zhang won't be back for at least two hours." After saying that, she turned around and locked the iron gate on the first floor (the young couple next door were not home because they were at work).
My worldview is like this: a single, muscular man meets a thirsty, mature woman. Zhang Jie and I arrived at my little apartment, and with a swift, powerful move, I pounced on her onto the bed. Zhang Jie wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, and our tongues intertwined like two dragons. I held Zhang Jie's full upper lip, while she gently bit my lower lip with her teeth. My tongue pressed against her jaw, and when she saw I was about to penetrate her, she pulled back her lips and tightened her jaw, seemingly resisting but actually welcoming me, arousing my desire. So I forcefully lifted Zhang Jie's face, immobilizing her, and my tongue relentlessly ravaged her mouth. Finally, Zhang Jie let out a soft "Ah!" and opened her full, fiery red lips. I seized the opportunity to pry open her teeth, and my tongue found hers again, intertwining with hers. Instantly... Saliva kept flowing, and since Sister Zhang was lying below, she could only swallow the constantly secreted saliva. I kissed my way down Sister Zhang's pink neck, busily removing her nightgown and undergarments. Her snow-white breasts came into view; a gentle squeeze caused milk to overflow. I sucked on Sister Zhang's dark nipple, my tongue sweeping around her breast, sometimes biting the nipple hard, sometimes rubbing it back and forth quickly with my tongue. Sister Zhang, unable to bear the itching, kept writhing beneath me, her hot breath spraying onto the back of my neck. I suddenly placed my head on Sister Zhang's vulva, a pungent smell filling my nostrils. I gently poked my finger into Sister Zhang's vaginal opening, and my finger was immediately covered with her vaginal secretions, sticky and wet. I put the finger that had been poking Zhang Jie's vagina into her mouth. Zhang Jie sucked on my finger with satisfaction, her hands on my penis, gripping it tightly, as if her body was powerless to hold it, or perhaps encouraging me to fuck her right away. So I sat on Zhang Jie's stomach and put my penis in her mouth. Zhang Jie was like a thirsty person in the sweltering heat who had encountered an ice-cold cola, wishing she could swallow my penis whole. She first did a few deep throats, then her smooth tongue quickly swept over my glans. My lower body was unbearably itchy, and I just wanted to treat Zhang Jie's red lips as her full vagina and thrust hard. After a few thrusts, Zhang Jie gestured for me to lie down, and she squatted on top of me, gripping my penis with her hands and guiding it to the target. Finding the right navigation, what followed was a crushing downfall. Below, a flood had already passed. My penis slid into Sister Zhang's vagina, like entering a sauna—wet, warm, and incredibly pleasurable. Sister Zhang moved around on top of me, first pressing her plump buttocks against my abdomen, then using her waist strength to move back and forth rapidly. I lay there, lifting my head, watching our joined bodies. My pubic hair and Sister Zhang's pubic hair were tightly intertwined. I admired the scene of my penis going in and out of her vagina. Sister Zhang's eyes were glazed, her red lips tightly closed, her hair disheveled. Soon, glistening droplets of water seeped from her nose, and she gasped for breath. Then she leaned over me, no longer moving, still breathing heavily. I thought, "Is this it?" That won't do. So, I wrapped my hands around Sister Zhang's back, thrusting my lower body and pounding hard into her cunt. After a dozen or so thrusts, I straightened Sister Zhang's upper body, lifting her plump buttocks with both hands and moving them vertically in and out. Sister Zhang rose up, placing her hands on my chest as a fulcrum, her plump buttocks lifting off my abdomen and moving up and down rapidly. Each slam was deep and forceful, and my penis slid into her vagina with each thrust, the force fully displayed. For a moment, the sounds of Sister Zhang's plump buttocks hitting my body were incessant, the room filled with debauchery. I thrust my body from time to time, trying to penetrate Sister Zhang's vagina and uterus even deeper. Every now and then, I felt the head of my penis reach a protrusion deep inside Sister Zhang's vagina. At this moment, Sister Zhang straightened her body and groaned, her hands gripping my arms tightly. My lust flared up again, so I placed Sister Zhang beneath me. Looking down, I saw my abdomen was soaked with her vaginal fluid. I raised my penis and began to explore around her vulva, while my other hand caressed her G-spot. Sister Zhang's eyes were tightly closed, her hands flailing wildly at my groin, urging me to hurry, to stop touching that spot, saying it was itchy, and to fuck me harder. So I aimed my penis at her vaginal opening and thrust it in forcefully. Sister Zhang cried out, her upper body almost collapsing. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, pressing her hips down with my waist, and without another word, a series of thrusts ensued. After a few dozen thrusts, I felt the urge to ejaculate, so I slowed down, lowered Zhang Jie's legs, and had her lie on her back. I lay on her back, kissing from her neck to her buttocks. Seeing her plump, fleshy buttocks, I couldn't help but bite them twice. Zhang Jie let out a soft moan. I spread Zhang Jie's plump buttocks apart, revealing her already wet and sticky private parts. I placed my penis on her buttocks and slapped it a few times. Feeling my penis was hard, I thrust it into Zhang Jie's vagina. I placed my weight on her, lying on her back, stroking her face from behind, sometimes kissing her neck, sometimes giving her a light bite. Zhang Jie's body trembled again, and my penis continued to thrust forcefully in her waist. I thrust into Sister Zhang's plump buttocks, pounding into her vagina, then suddenly slowed the speed and intensity of my thrusts, changing from back-and-forth to side-to-side swaying. My glans inside Sister Zhang's vagina constantly stimulated the polyps inside. Sister Zhang's moans eventually turned from whimpers to loud, wanton cries. At this moment, I felt a tingling sensation in my lower back, my ejaculation stopped, and my penis shot out streams of hot semen. Finally, Sister Zhang and I reached orgasm together. Watching the yellowish-white semen slide down Sister Zhang's swollen vaginal opening, a surge of conquering desire welled up inside me. I ejaculated into her body, leaving behind what belonged to me, much like the feeling of discovering a new island and planting your flag.
I went out to get some water and washed myself and Sister Zhang quickly. After we were done, Sister Zhang kept giving me seductive looks and told me to keep it a secret, or there wouldn't be a next time. I readily agreed. Just then, Sister Zhang heard that the child who was taking a nap had woken up, so she hurried over. I, however, was still immersed in the passion of the moment, slowly savoring it. In my mind, I was already imagining what the next time would be like... hehe...

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