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Mistakenly marrying an elderly woman from a respectable family 

My
wife

, Cheng Hong, is about to give birth. Since her family lives near the maternity hospital where she works, she felt bad about me
driving her there every day, rain or shine, but she was also annoyed by the hassle of the trip. So, she decided to stay at her parents' house instead.

Because her best friend, Gu Jing, is currently traveling and shopping in France, Cheng Hong has no one to talk to on the phone. During the day
, she plays around with a group of nurses at the hospital, and at night she acts like a spoiled child with her parents, continuing her life as a dutiful daughter. She's
living a pretty carefree life.

I visited my mother-in-law's house a few times before, but Cheng Hong always felt I was in the way, unable to help with cooking
or prevent them from having private conversations, and she always urged me to leave. She stroked her large belly and laughed, "My dear
husband ! Now you have a chance to sleep in, so enjoy it! Will you still have a good night's sleep in a week?"

I laughed back, "Are you destined to be a 'night-crying baby'?" Actually, I was a little worried:
I remember my mother saying that I was particularly troublesome as a baby, a typical "night-crying baby"! She
tried countless folk remedies, including the famous little red paper poster that read, "Heavenly Emperor, Earthly Emperor, my family has a night-crying baby;
passersby , please recite this, and he'll sleep soundly until dawn..."

Seeing my husband and I arguing, my mother-in-law patted my shoulder with a smile and said, "Shanzi~, don't
listen to Xiaohong's scaremongering! After the baby is born, leave him with me; I can raise him until he starts elementary school...
" Ever since Cheng Hong moved back home, my mother-in-law's face has been beaming with smiles. It seems that no mother in the world
wants to marry her daughter off! (Note: "Shanzi" is my childhood nickname.)

Cheng Hong said coquettishly, "Mom~~, you're so biased! I've endured the suffering of ten months of pregnancy,
and you won't even let the baby torment Shanzi for a few months..."

At this moment, my father-in-law walked into the living room with a cigar in his mouth. Hearing his daughter's words, he slammed his hand with an air of authority: "After
the baby is born, leave him here with me! Ah~, I haven't heard a baby cry in so long..." Looking at
my father-in-law's blissful and hopeful expression, the old saying "grandparents love their grandchildren more" does have some truth to it.

I'm luckier than most men; my wife works at a maternity hospital, she's a "professional," handling
babies is her forte, plus my mother-in-law's experienced hands, it seems like I'll be the father right away, that's a done deal!

People's laziness really is something that's fostered. From then on, I stopped running back and forth between the east and west sides of the city, only
keeping

I can sleep however I want, and no one will bother me, making a mess of the room, and no
one will nag me. However, the biggest problem for me during my carefree days was the food problem: I could
buy breakfast on the street; lunch was provided by the unit, but dinner was a headache! Although I sometimes went out for "public funds" to eat and drink with Leader Sun,
it was impossible to have food every day! So I carried a whole case of instant noodles home.

It was Saturday again, and I woke up naturally at eleven o'clock. When I was eating instant noodles and my face was turning green, I
suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and I couldn't help but slap the table and stand up with a "joke". I grinned at Cheng Hong's photo on the wall
and said: "Damn! You have a family, do you think I am Sun Wukong who jumped out of a rock!" With that thought,
I locked the door, went downstairs, and drove to my parents' house in the south of the city...

(1) Aunt Qiu's

parents' house was located in the northwest corner of an old-style residential area in the south of the city. The community consisted of 11 scattered
five-story buildings. It had no walls and no security guards. It was originally the family area of a large state-owned enterprise. My father
was the chief engineer of this factory. During the housing reform, he spent seven thousand yuan to buy the property rights. (China's
housing policy is a chronic problem that can never be solved! Try buying a three-bedroom apartment like this these days without a million yuan!)

The sky was overcast, and the autumn wind still carried the lingering heat of summer. Last night, I
played even now, my temples are still slightly aching.

Parking the car downstairs, I whistled lightly as I climbed the stairs.

Upon entering, I didn't act as casually as usual—a
strange, plump woman sat in the living room.

This woman, wearing light makeup, had a round face, dewy eyes, and a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth. She had short hair that reached her shoulders, fair
skin , and an extremely voluptuous figure. She was wearing a pink, mid-sleeve t-shirt (made in mainland China) and a
black silk A-line skirt—

[Mature Woman Zhang Qiu].

Seeing her smiling at me, I didn't know how to address her and was momentarily speechless…

My mother, seeing this, quickly stood up to smooth things over: “Don't know how to address her, huh? Calling her ‘sister’ won't do, you have to call her
Aunt Qiu!” Then she turned to the plump woman and smiled, “Little Qiu must be in her early forties this year, how come she doesn't look old at all? She
's still so beautiful!”

“Mom, you can't just say nice things like that!” I muttered to myself. To say this woman
was young was absolutely a lie! She was already a middle-aged woman, yet she dared to talk about being “young”! To say she was beautiful
was simply heartless! From my professional eyes, all I saw was a
large, round face like a silver basin! (This is still imitating Cao Xueqin's praise of Xue Baochai; in reality, the plump woman had what is commonly
described as a "flat persimmon face.")

I forced a smile at the plump woman, politely called her "Aunt Qiu," and then sat
down to chat with my parents.

After a few rounds of conversation, I learned about the plump woman's background: her name was Zhang Qiu, from
B County in H Province in northern China, and she was the younger sister of a friend of my father's from when he was sent to the countryside. Because her only daughter, Cao Yingying, had been admitted to a key university
in the province , the mother and daughter were used to relying on each other, and besides, Aunt Qiu couldn't bear to let Cao Yingying wander outside
for four years! So she left her family and career to come to our J Province to accompany her daughter.

Aunt Qiu loved her daughter dearly and was worried that Yingying wouldn't eat well at school, so she recently
bought thus ending her days of renting and having a "home" in J Province.

Aunt Qiu's visit this time had two purposes: first, to visit an old friend on behalf of her brother, and second, to ask my father for help finding her a way to earn money.

During our conversation, whenever her daughter, Cao Yingying, was mentioned, Aunt Qiu's face lit up with pride, her round, fleshy face beaming
. Yes, Aunt Qiu had every reason to be proud! She had been widowed at twenty-nine, and raising her daughter to enter one of
the nation's top universities was indeed an extremely difficult feat.

My father laughed heartily, "It'll be much easier now that Shanzi's back! Quickly help your Aunt Qiu think of a solution! I was just about to have your
mother call you."

I laughed, "What connections do I have? You, after all, were once a deputy factory manager!"

My father glared at me and said in a deep, gruff voice, "You brat, don't you know the saying 'out of sight, out of mind'?
" My father had just retired earlier this year and was now unemployed at home. Aside from going fishing with friends, he basically did
n't care about anything else.


Perhaps before I even entered the door, my father had already rejected Aunt Qiu outright. So when she heard that I might be able to help
her, her bright eyes immediately lit up, and she smiled at me, "Shanzi~, your Aunt Qiu only has a high school
education , practically illiterate now. I'm used to being lazy and don't want to be controlled or restricted, so I'd like to open my own
small general store. Do you think you could help Aunt Qiu rent a suitable shop?" Damn, you call me "Shanzi" too!
Are we that close?

My mother interjected, "It's best to work independently, to avoid being cheated again!" It turned out that as soon as Aunt Qiu arrived in J province, she
applied for a job as an operator at a private company through the "labor market," only to work for free for a month. The promised high
wages bonuses were all deducted by various inexplicable internal company rules. After this ordeal, Aunt
Qiu no longer dares to apply for jobs at those chaotic "labor markets"...

Sigh, what kind of world is this! Didn't I also lose my job a while ago? If it weren't for my wife's
close Gu Jing pulling me out of that gap, I really don't know how I would have gotten through that period. Yes, what "public recruitment" and
"talent markets"? Most of them are just scams! A truly good job, a good business, isn't it all thanks
to the help of relatives and friends? This is the reality of this country!!

I secretly thought: Aunt Qiu is best suited to stick to her old profession! As for storefronts, I could ask Haozi.
Didn't their city government recently launch a batch of uniform
storefronts on Mango Avenue under the guise of "environmental improvement"? With this in mind, I immediately dialed Haozi's number.

Haozi's voice on the other end of the line was still a deep baritone, but it was filled with official airs. He was
the deputy director of the city government's office, a person with real power. He and I grew up together, like brothers who grew up naked, what old
Beijingers call "childhood friends."

After chatting for a while, I didn't get down to business, only arranging to meet him at "Bafangzhai" that evening. Aunt Qiu's
face flushed with excitement at the prospect of things progressing so well.

I still had complete faith in Haozi. This guy was usually carefree and frivolous, but he was always honest with me.
I got up to pour Aunt Qiu a glass of water, and then I suddenly noticed something
alluring

[black stockings and high heels]

Black stockings and high heels! Although I'm not a "stocking fetishist," I still felt a pang of excitement...

Sunset on the mountain street, the city lights just coming on. When I drove Aunt Qiu to "Bafangzhai," I saw
a look of shock on her face. After all, Aunt Qiu came from a small county town in the north and had never seen such a magnificent storefront.
"Bafangzhai" was a well-known luxury hotel in this southern provincial capital, frequented by the wealthy and powerful
. Ordinary locals like myself rarely visited. Of course, for ordinary citizens, being able to entertain relatives and friends here was a source of
pride .

Seeing a strange woman following me, Haozi was slightly surprised and half-jokingly asked, "Shanzi,
who is this grandma?..." Aunt Qiu blushed at Haozi's teasing and became shy like a young girl.

I stepped forward and punched Haozi, laughing and scolding, "You damn Haozi! This is my sister! She's only in her early forties,
how come she's your grandma!"...

After a few drinks, I finally told her about Aunt Qiu's desire to rent a storefront. Upon hearing this, Mouse shook his head
vigorously , exclaiming, "Hey, brother, you have no idea how deep the water is here! These
storefronts are in prime locations, extremely sought-after! You're making things difficult for me, forcing me to snatch food from
the jaws !" Then, Mouse began to spout his grievances.

His words flowed like a torrent of classical Chinese texts, mostly official jargon, but one thing was true: these storefronts
had basically been pre-selected by officials at various levels. Even if the tenants didn't use them for business, they could sublet them and earn a
considerable rent.

Aunt Qiu listened intently to Mouse's ramblings, and seeing her hopes of renting a storefront dwindling, she got up and pulled me
outside, whispering urgently, "How about I give him a good fuck tonight?..." Aunt Qiu used the
distinctive dialect of County B in H Province for the word "fuck," a pronunciation that sounded both jarring and pleasant to me.

I almost burst out laughing, but I managed to hold it in. I just pinched her arm hard, signaling her
not to overthink it. It seems that when women are desperate, besides crying, they either resort to selling their bodies!

As I opened the door and walked back to the dining table, I chuckled to myself, "How could Mouse possibly want to fuck an old bastard like you!"
Mouse and I knew each other well; I knew he was surrounded by beautiful women. He wasn't lacking in women to fuck, but rather he hated that he only had one penis
!

After lingering for a long time, amidst clinking glasses, Mouse finally acknowledged me as a brother and agreed to help arrange a
storefront.

Mouse and I never pressured each other to drink; we just wanted to enjoy ourselves. Seeing that I had brought a woman
with me , he didn't mention any entertainment after the drinks, only refusing Aunt Qiu's offer to "pay the bill,"
and signing his name in a fine leather-bound notebook brought by the waitress. (“Bafangzhai” is the city government's headquarters, and
accounts are settled monthly based on a list of authorized signatories.)

After a hurried farewell outside the gate, Haozi drove alone towards the resort in the northern suburbs…

Aunt Qiu and I turned back towards the underground parking lot. The spacious parking lot was completely silent at this moment,
with only breaking the silence.

Aunt Qiu's high heels clicked on the ground, the crisp sound echoing even louder in the empty space
, making one feel rather embarrassed. Aunt Qiu involuntarily grabbed my wrist. I couldn't help but
chuckle to myself: Aunt Qiu is quite a brave woman; my wife, Cheng Hong, never comes down to the ground, only
waiting for me at the exit; while Gu Jing needs me to hold her as we walk to avoid feeling flustered or scared.

Finding a parking space, I skillfully drove the car out of the parking lot. At the first red light, perhaps under
the influence , I instinctively slipped my right hand between Aunt Qiu's legs (I have a penchant for touching women's inner thighs). While
stroking her inner thigh, I said, "Little darling~ Where are we going now~" The mature woman's scent
emanating felt familiar and pleasant.

Aunt Qiu didn't seem annoyed; perhaps her plans for the evening had finally come to fruition, and she was in an exceptionally good mood. She
chuckled in a affected tone, "Little darling, huh! I think you've had too much to drink..."

My mind suddenly cleared: I had mistaken Aunt Qiu for my wife, Cheng Hong, or Gu Jing! It seems alcohol doesn't...
No matter how much, it really does have a numbing effect!

You ask me why I can say something as cheesy as "little darling"? It's all because of my wives, Cheng Hong and Gu Jing
! This is a lesson I learned after making many verbal mistakes! By calling them
this generally, I can navigate between my wives Cheng Hong and Gu Jing with ease, and I haven't made a slip of the tongue since
! ———Gu Jing got annoyed when I called her "wife" many times; my wife Cheng Hong also
gave me suspicious looks because I called her "Jingjing" many times. Yes, "little darling" is a universally applicable
sweet nothing! For women, it makes them happy; for me, it avoids unnecessary risks, so
why not? I strongly suggest you try this trick too.

Hearing Aunt Qiu's teasing, I felt extremely embarrassed and could only shamelessly ask, "Aunt Qiu,
where are we going now?"

Seeing my situation, Aunt Qiu seemed to find it even more amusing, and she continued her teasing: "Where can we go?
Home ! Do you want to go to a hotel with me? You should think carefully, your good brother calls me Grandma
~~" Damn, Aunt Qiu is quite humorous.

Aunt Qiu was really afraid that I would get drunk, so she stopped laughing and talking all the way, and just stared intently ahead,
occasionally reminding me to pay attention to various targets...

"The moonlight on the street is as cool as water", and twenty minutes later, I parked the car at the entrance of Zhuangyuan Lane.

(2) Enchanting

Zhuangyuan Lane Compared with the surrounding bustling areas, it can be called a "village in the city". But it has an extraordinary history and
is famous in the province: This place was originally the former residence of a first-rank official who left his mark in history during the Qing Dynasty. Because he
once became the top scholar in the imperial examination, this area has been called "Zhuangyuan Lane" since then. Because
a temple dedicated to ancestors in Zhuangyuan Lane was designated a provincial-level cultural relic, this house was never slated for
demolition .

Since houses could be sold on the market, the residents here are no longer as innocent as before. My mother said that
a brothel was raided here last month! —My mother, a lifelong teacher, speaks
in a refined manner; what "brothel"? It's just the police arresting a bunch of prostitutes!

Aunt Qiu insisted I get out of the car to see her new house, and also to sober up, so I followed her into
the long alley.

This gray and white house still retains its bluestone pavement. The overall architecture combines northern and southern styles,
possessing both the compactness of a northern courtyard house and the looseness of a southern water town courtyard, a rarity in China.
The residents in this area generally lack sanitation facilities in their homes, still retaining the style of the last century: using
public toilets at both ends of the alley.

Aunt Qiu's small house, about fifty square meters in size, is located to the west and doesn't face the best direction. Only
the tiny courtyard, barely five steps in size, has any semblance of design; with a little tidying up, it could be as charming as "a courtyard filled with the fragrance of roses."

After glancing at the small kitchen she built herself in the northwest corner of the courtyard, we stepped through the main gate.

The main house is a standard classical Chinese house with a "田" (field) shape, or what modern people would call "two and a half rooms." I
sat down on the sofa in the outer room, which served as the living room. After looking around for a while, I still didn't see my little girl, Yingying, so I asked,
"Aunt Qiu—where's my 90s-born sister?"

Aunt Qiu shook her head and sighed, "Don't mention that brat! I told her to give up her dorm room at school and come home, but she just
wouldn't! She said it's more fun being with her classmates. She just thinks I'm too old and talkative! When she was little,
she couldn't be without me for a second..." At this point, Aunt Qiu was filled with sadness and tears welled up in her eyes.

Humans are indeed strange creatures. When children are young, parents eagerly anticipate their growth; but once they're
grown, parents cherish the memories of their children's childhood charm.

There's no logic to this, so I could only offer Aunt Qiu some simple words of comfort: "Young people have their own ideas.
Aunt Qiu can't always protect Yingying like an old hen guarding her chicks, keeping her by her side forever.
Isn't ?"

Aunt Qiu laughed through her tears: "What kind of analogy is that? It's awful! 'Old hen,' 'chicken'..."
I was speechless! Chinese characters are truly amazing; "chicken" is a homophone for "prostitute"! Even "Miss" and "comrade"
have ambiguities now! I quickly corrected her: "It's the mother hen protecting her chicks..."

Aunt Qiu's face flushed: "That makes sense, but I'm a little reluctant to let her go!" It seems Aunt Qiu is a
mother with deep affection for her children.

Aunt Qiu quickly brought me a cup of strong tea. As I sipped, I offered suggestions for her upcoming
business venture.

Aunt Qiu frowned and said, "Decorating the storefront, sourcing goods, hiring help, expanding sales channels... these aren't
problems, it's just that getting a business license is quite troublesome. I don't know when it will be finally done..."
She sighed as she spoke.

I could deeply understand the bitterness and difficulty in Aunt Qiu's words: in China, when dealing with government officials,
ordinary people are always the weaker party.

My brother knew the process of getting a business license very well because Cheng Hong's father was the head of the Industry and Commerce Bureau. I
laughed and said , "Getting a business license is a headache for others, but it's a piece of cake for us..."

Aunt Qiu's face immediately lit up with joy when she heard that my father-in-law had a high position in the Industry and Commerce Bureau, and she kept saying, "I'm
so lucky , I'm so lucky..."

"Aunt Qiu~, is there any other difficulty? I'll give you my all!" I teased.

"..." Aunt Qiu looked troubled but didn't speak.

Actually, even if Aunt Qiu didn't say it, I knew she didn't have the start-up capital. Purchasing this old house
almost drained all the savings she had accumulated from her business back home.

I pulled a gold card from my wallet, handed it to Aunt Qiu, and said with a smile, "This is my secret stash of money. You
can use it first! If the business fails, forget about it; if it makes a profit, hehe, Aunt Qiu, you have to promise me one
thing ..."

If you ask me, "Brother, where did you get this secret stash of money?
I haven't seen her angelic face on my salary card since the first day of our marriage! Give me some advice..."

then I'll straighten my back and say to you, "This money is embezzled by me!" Damn it, I'm not a
good person either! I bet anyone: in today's China, who among those who have control over cash flow
doesn't want to line their own pockets? Truly selfless people, proportionally speaking,
are less than one in ten! At most, there's 0.000001!

Aunt Qiu wouldn't take my card, muttering, "I still have a few thousand yuan, I'll make do for now..."
Damn! A few thousand yuan isn't even enough to set up a street stall! Seeing my grim expression, Aunt Qiu could only clutch the gold card tightly in her hand,
turn around, and go into the inner bedroom to carefully hide it...

When Aunt Qiu came out again, her face was beaming. She laughed cheerfully, "Little Shanzi~, you
've been hiding money from your wife! Tell me honestly: how much money is in the card?"

Emotions are contagious! I joked back, "Probably two hundred thousand or so, I might as well
buy you, my chubby auntie..."

Hearing the amount, Aunt Qiu visibly trembled, stammering, "You, you, where did you get
so much money?..."

The easiest people to fool in the world aren't children, but women, especially older women! I casually replied,
"This is what I earned doing business with friends before I got married..."

Sure enough, Aunt Qiu's expression relaxed upon hearing this, and she leaned back on the sofa, muttering, "Little Shanzi
~, aren't you afraid I'll run off with your money? After all, I'm not your real aunt..." She then stared blankly at
the corner of the wall, lost in thought.

I didn't want to answer this pointless question. Recalling the soft, full flesh of her inner thighs in the car earlier,
I couldn't but slip my hand between her legs, closing my eyes to rest—damn it, I'm helping you, isn't it all for Dad! Don't you
know men have "four iron bodies"? You have a good brother who's been through thick and thin with my old man, right...? (Note:
"The Four Iron Brothers" refers to those who have fought together, gone to the countryside together, shared spoils together, and frequented brothels together. These four types of people are
generally as close as brothers in life. Haozi and I are not only childhood friends, but also "brothel-snatching" best
buddies : two years ago, on the night he ascended to the throne, Haozi and I teamed up to have sex with a Russian girl.)

A moment later, I heard Aunt Qiu sigh, "My Xiaoshanzi is such a good man—" Then she
gently removed my hand and turned to go back into the bedroom.

After a long while, when Aunt Qiu reappeared in front of me, I was a little stunned: Aunt Qiu had taken off her clothes and
was only wearing a set of black underwear...

I thought to myself, "What does Aunt Qiu want to do? Is she trying to 'repay me with her body'? Although I like picking wildflowers,
I have no interest in old women..." At this moment, I was completely sober, staring blankly at Aunt Qiu, unable to move forward or backward, and
unable to utter a word.

Seeing my innocent and naive look, Aunt Qiu couldn't help but chuckle: "Little Shanzi~,
didn't want Aunt Qiu to promise you something?..." As she spoke, she simply unhooked her bra, letting her pair of
large, gourd-like breasts spring out—

[Gourd-like Breasts]

Wow! Huge breasts, absolutely natural huge breasts! —Using these huge breasts for "breast cannons" would be the ultimate
... I was lost in thought.

Aunt Qiu's white flesh made me dizzy, and with the swaying of her chest, my penis immediately
stood up , paying its respects...

Aunt Qiu walked gracefully to me, reached out, and stroked my hair, revealing her true feelings: "Shanzi~,
we just met today, and you're already so willing to go to such lengths to help me, this fake aunt, even
letting me use your own savings first! If you don't mind that Aunt Qiu is a widow with bad luck, you can do whatever you want with this body..."
Aunt Qiu's voice already had a clear sob in it.

Aunt Qiu continued, "I heard your wife is about to give birth, so you probably haven't had a
normal sex life for a long time, right? Don't let my little brother get too pent up..." Seriously, am I being a senior? While
sex isn't vulgar, Aunt Qiu is really twisting my words: I just want to wait until her business is back to normal so I can use her
VAT invoices to do some illicit financial transactions! Over 200,000 yuan for one time? Do you think you're some kind of gold digger?!

Seeing that I remained unmoved, Aunt Qiu, with her jade-like figure, simply sat down next to me on the sofa. She
pulled me into her ample bosom and said in a sweet voice, "Shanzi~, just use me as a tool to relieve your pent-up desire. Anyway
, you won't break my pussy! It'll still look the same tomorrow..." (The word "fuck"
is pronounced in Aunt Qiu's dialect, the same applies below.)

As she spoke, Aunt Qiu rubbed her large, gourd-like breasts against my cheek: "Shanzi~, you should still call me
'sister' from now on! If you're ever feeling pent-up, just come and fuck my flesh. Anyway, my pussy is just sitting idle..."

My God, what incredibly sweet words! Besides, what normal adult man could resist such
seductive "breast-rubbing" magic! Especially since I'm currently in the period of being a celibate young man, sometimes hungry, sometimes full!

At this moment, my sexual hunger ignited the most intense desire in my body: who cares if she's more than ten years older than me! Breaking the taboo,
venting my pent-up desire—fucking an old woman once in a while, what's the big deal!

"You can't mess with seniority, an aunt is an aunt! How can you be demoted to a sister..." I straightened my back and started kneading
her —I was quite embarrassed, handling breasts that I couldn't hold in one hand for the first time.

Seeing me kneading, pinching, and sucking, Aunt Qiu seemed extremely happy. She bit my earlobe and said in a seductive voice:
"Shanzi~~, let's go to the bedroom, I'll lie on the bed, and you can do your thing..."

Agreed, completely agreed! I spat out the nipple from my mouth, slapped her big white buttocks hard, and laughed:
"Today I've really become a lustful devil..."

After saying that, Aunt Qiu and I went into the bedroom side by side. (Although I had the thought of carrying her into the house, considering her weight
and my own physique, the thought vanished faster than a rabbit...)

After getting into bed, the first thing I did was pull down Aunt Qiu's black thong (she's a conservative old woman after all;
Cheng Hong and Gu Jing both wear sexy thongs), but I made her put on a black camisole. Firstly, that way her
huge breasts wouldn't be so dazzling, and secondly, the subtle glimpses were more sexy—actually, it's more fun not
to strip .

Thinking about it, I realized I was quite a jerk, not feeling a single bit of pity for Aunt Qiu. I turned on
the adjustable bedside lamp, turned Aunt Qiu's large white buttocks towards the light, and examined them
closely

[The Allure of the Rear]

"What a beautiful and picturesque scene!" I exclaimed sincerely.

Aunt Qiu heard me clicking my tongue in surprise and turned her head with difficulty to ask me, "Shanzi~, what's wrong?
Is my pussy ugly and scared you?"

I know that no matter how old a woman is, she cares most about a man's opinion of her body, especially the man she is willing to give herself
to , which is an inviolable rule!

I quickly interrupted and made a joke: "Aunt Qiu~, don't talk nonsense, I was stunned by the beautiful scenery!
You are really old but still young..." I almost said the truth about "old but young", but luckily I have been practicing my words for
a long time and I can stop myself.

I am a civilized person and I don't like to use vulgar language during sex. If any girl
shouts , I will definitely become "impotent" immediately
!

At this moment, Qi Qin's desolate song "I am a wolf from the north..." came from the bedside
table and my phone rang...

(3) Foreplay

This classic old song by Qi Qin, "I am a wolf from the north", is the
ringtone .

As soon as I pressed the answer button, Haozi's scolding voice came through: "Damn it! You always make me
call , can't you just call me to let me know you're safe?"

I chuckled: "Brother, once the sun sets, can you even make a call? I'm afraid you'll be scared into a '
wilt'..." Haozi is a "new groom every night," and unless it's something really urgent, I generally don't call him at night.

A burst of Haozi's lewd laughter came from the phone, and then he said: "Damn, I still '
clean up' during the day as usual! I'm relieved you're home safely, brother, you really know your brother, I'm currently with someone..."
Before I could reply, there was a busy signal.

Aunt Qiu, seeing how close Haozi and I were, couldn't help but say enviously: "It's better to be a man, there's
real ! Unlike women, they're all petty..."

I laughed: "Aunt Qiu, you're wrong, you can't generalize! I've seen real '
close friends'..." Aunt Qiu just smiled bitterly and didn't continue the topic.

Just as I was about to continue my "grand plan," a hoarse male voice rang out from outside the courtyard: "Zhang family
girl—are you asleep?"

Hearing this voice, Aunt Qiu jumped out of bed as if stung by a wasp. She pulled her t-shirt
over her head, kicked off her skirt, and rushed out. Then I heard Aunt Qiu unleash a torrent of angry curses
in her dialect … I guessed: the man outside must be a sex harasser!

In the blink of an eye, with a loud slam of the door, Aunt Qiu stood before me, her face pale, even faster than Guan Yu who
famously killed Hua Xiong while the wine was still warm.

"Who dares to anger my Aunt Qiu? I'll go out and cripple him…" I feigned a fierce, ready-to-fight
stance. Sigh… the most effective way for a man to win a woman's heart is to cleverly become her "
garbage can .

"It's that old lecherous widower, Yuan the Cripple! Shanzi, what are you doing? I've already
chased him away!" Aunt Qiu exhaled a breath of anger, and only after her emotions gradually calmed down did she tell me the whole story


this man nicknamed "Yuan the Cripple" was actually named Yuan Puming, 53 years old this year, and was from
B County, H Province, in northern China, just like Aunt Qiu. Yuan the Cripple left his hometown at the age of 19 to make a living in J Province. Because of his disability, he never had
a formal job, so he set up a bicycle repair stall on the street of Zhuangyuan Lane, and lived like that for more
than 30 years. He was a man with a hard life; all three women he married died within two years of each other
. The older women in the neighborhood all said in private that Yuan the Cripple was a "wife-killing jinx" reincarnated from an evil spirit.

After Aunt Qiu moved into Zhuangyuan Lane, by chance, Yuan the Cripple discovered that Aunt Qiu was a widowed woman,
and that she was actually from the same hometown as him! He immediately seized the opportunity, like a wildcat smelling fish, and
started harassing her at her door. At first, Aunt Qiu was relatively polite and warm towards Yuan the Cripple because of his strong local dialect. However, one
day , when Yuan the Cripple pinned her down on the sofa and attempted to force himself on her, Aunt Qiu finally saw his ugly side. Fortunately, Yuan the Cripple was a man with only "two legs," and although he possessed tremendous strength, his lower body was unstable, and Aunt Qiu gained the upper hand

in the struggle .
Having been slapped hard across the face, Yuan the Cripple could only scramble
away ...

From then on, Yuan the Cripple, embodying the "never give up" spirit of the Chinese men's football team, began a guerrilla war of harassment against Aunt Qiu, a minor disturbance
every three days and a major one every five...

Aunt Qiu sighed, "Men are living in a prosperous and thriving society now. Finding a woman to relieve their pent-up desires is just a
trivial matter, why bother with a widow like me! Besides, this Yuan the Cripple is a '
woman-killing jinx' reincarnated from a demon..."

What 'woman-killing jinx' reincarnated from a demon? I guess it's because Yuan the Cripple's semen contains toxins that a woman's
body can't dissolve...

Thinking about it, Yuan the Cripple is a pitiful man. Alas, every woman cherishes her genitals like her own life, yet men in this world
insist on targeting women's genitals! If Yuan the Cripple wanted to find a woman, he should have looked down, like a
village woman nearby, why did he have to target Aunt Qiu? How could a woman like Aunt Qiu possibly be interested in you? What do you have
that she could love? You're just wasting your time. I need to have a good talk with that cripple Yuan tomorrow, so I don't do anything foolish like "a few minutes
of pleasure for , several winters of suffering for the big head."

On another note, relationships between men and women are actually simple: it's all about "matching social status." In ancient times, it was called "
a talented man and a beautiful woman ," and the story of the oil seller who won the heart of the courtesan is just a myth. In modern times, women are more
realistic and more particular about "matching social status," with money taking precedence! In short, a man needs to have something to hold a woman's heart
: money, character, looks, family background, etc. You, a migrant worker from the countryside, try pursuing a woman in
an office building ? That's just wishful thinking!

Take me for example, I come from a highly educated family, I have a master's degree, I'm handsome, and I'm 1.82
meters tall… I have almost everything a modern woman looks for in a man. Otherwise, why would Cheng Hong, the daughter of an official, marry
me? You know, female doctors and nurses in hospitals are the most picky women. They not only love to compare themselves to each other,
but almost all of them are extremely difficult to deal with…

Damn, speak of the devil, and he appears. I was just about to continue my long-winded conversation with Aunt Qiu when
my phone on the bedside table started ringing repeatedly: "Honey~ Answer the phone quickly~ It's your wife~"

This was the special ringtone Cheng Hong had set for herself on my phone. I answered the phone, and it was nothing more than a round of
pleasantries —the usual refrains like, "In the ten days or so before delivery, a pregnant woman must maintain a regular lifestyle, eat well, rest well, conserve her energy
, and wait patiently for labor; before labor, pay attention to nutrition, eat small meals frequently, and ensure adequate nutrition…"
To talk nonsense in front of Cheng Hong would be like showing off one's limited skills before an expert.

When I answered the phone, I caught a glimpse of a hint of depression flash across Aunt Qiu's face—jealousy is a woman's
nature !

Fearing Aunt Qiu might cause some more trouble, I quickly pulled her into my arms, kneading her large breasts with my left hand and kneading her vulva with
my right. Soon, I felt Aunt Qiu's body gradually heat up, and she began to writhe in my arms…

I pushed Aunt Qiu down, spread her rounded thighs, parted the pubic hair, and revealed the glistening, crimson “pearl”


[Jade Clam Holding Pearl].

Looking at the vivid and clear vulva before me, I felt a pang of
emotion teenage years when I first saw a real vulva: It was a summer evening,
and I, just entering puberty, was playing wildly and sweating profusely when I ran to the public water pipe to wash my head with tap water (when I was little,
we lived in a single-story house without kitchen or bathroom facilities; the kitchen and bathroom were shared). A young woman was squatting
there washing vegetables when a gust of wind blew, lifting her skirt—she wasn't wearing underwear! —It was all
white inside, except for that dark forest in the middle—as a young boy, I almost had a nosebleed from looking at it…

I tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to sleep, the black and white scene repeatedly
flashing through my mind. In the end, I had to sneak outside, my crotch hard all night! Poor me
, back then I didn't know that male masturbation could relieve stress…

Times have really changed. Now, although I wouldn't say I've seen countless women, at least when women spread their legs wide, exposing
their "assets," I don't feel any ripples in my heart.

I used my left thumb and forefinger alternately, from light to heavy, from slow to fast, to twist the "pearl"—to
be fair , Aunt Qiu's figure was still impactful to me: my wife and Gu Jing, whom I know well, are both
petite, while Aunt Qiu is tall and strong.

Aunt Qiu was about 1.7 meters tall, with a rounded figure and full curves. Her skin was delicate, even the hair
on her legs was very light, making her thighs almost smooth to the touch, like playing with soft
jade. Particularly noteworthy was Aunt Qiu's skin—very white, fine, lustrous, and elastic. Such
skin made her resemble a ripe peach, making one worry that a strong touch would cause it to gush forth.

After rubbing for a while, I secretly wondered: How strange, why isn't any nectar flowing out? According to my sexual
experience , stimulating the clitoris should turn on the tap…

Aunt Qiu, however, was extremely perceptive. She laughed: No water? Of course not! This is
an old well that's been dry for over ten years…

A dry well? How could that be! You're not a truly menopausal old woman, but a ripe, vibrant forty-
year-old! I just haven't found your "tap."

I don't believe I can't find your tap! Today I'll make you flow with spring water! My competitive spirit
was fiercely ignited—even if I had to search every inch of land, I would find the "faucet"!

I began searching according to the usual female erogenous zones: earlobes, neck, lower abdomen, inner thighs,
back, soles of the feet… but the results were mediocre.

Just when I was almost in despair, a shiver ran through Aunt Qiu, giving me
the joy of breaking the deadlock! At that moment, my hand was caressing her armpit—I sneered to myself: old women always like to play
tricks , the "faucet" is hidden under her armpit!

As the saying goes, "It's better to break one finger than to injure all ten." I concentrated all my firepower on Aunt Qiu's
armpit, launching a three-dimensional cross-attack:

Aunt Qiu trembled uncontrollably, her snow-white flesh
rippling and the dried-up "Jade Gate" had now become a gushing "Pearl Spring"...
The humming in Aunt Qiu's nose was replaced by moaning.

Aunt Qiu's moans were particularly unrestrained, utterly undisguised. This raw, unadulterated female beauty, like the iron hand of a strong man,
repeatedly plucked at the strings of my fragile heart. My penis, held firmly in Aunt Qiu's fleshy palm, was now
"sharpening its knife," ready to "face the cattle and sheep"...

I lay back on the bed, hoping Aunt Qiu would give me a blowjob, but I was too embarrassed to say it aloud. After all
, we had only known each other for a day, and it was our first time making love...

I thought to myself, if she doesn't want to, then so be it. Forcing a woman is the least interesting thing. Because I
knew that at least 90% of respectable women wouldn't want a blowjob.

Just as I was weighing my options, wondering whether to ask, a surge of pleasure coursed through my spine
! Aunt Qiu swallowed my penis whole, her movements wide and forceful, leaving me without a single tooth! I know, this is
the legendary "deep throat"—

[Deep Throat Ecstasy]

one bite at a time, it's so incredibly pleasurable!

If a woman truly loves you or cherishes you, she's willing to give up her body. Although Gu Jing gave me oral sex almost every day while
I was on a business trip , there's still a significant difference compared to Aunt Qiu: Gu
Jing is, after all, a high-class white-collar worker with extremely high self-esteem or rather, a sense of shame, and she can never overcome
the last ; while Aunt Qiu has truly let go completely. To put it bluntly, she only
uses herself as a tool to please men. As long as she can use her body to make the man she loves happy, she's satisfied.

My penis was tightly enveloped by her tongue, lips, saliva, and drool. Aunt Qiu's hands precisely rubbed
my scrotum, and under her coordinated and fierce attack, waves of pleasure surged, one after another, growing increasingly intense,
surging towards my ejaculation...

If Gu Jing's oral sex was like a "soft whisper" on a string, then Aunt Qiu's was
a magnificent "symphony": not only did it have a main melody like a "rushing rain," but it also had a "mixed and
intricate" interlude of "gentle plucking and strumming"—a truly exquisite performance!

Aunt Qiu didn't just "deep throat"; she would sometimes fill my penis with her mouth, and even continue licking downwards. This "poisonous dragon" sent
shivers down my spine—a continuous shiver. In Aunt Qiu's fast-paced "pearls falling on a jade plate," I,
who prided myself on "iron spear," was instantly routed...

It seems the "poisonous dragon" is indeed powerful! Although I often frequent brothels, I have my own
bottom line : I must wear a condom and never have oral sex with a prostitute.

So what happened just now was my first time being "poisoned." As for what "poisoned" means? Well, I think Aunt Qiu's
actions just now were exactly that; I can't compare her to a professional.

I started to worry: Aunt Qiu is serving me so hard, even if we have a second round later, I definitely won't last
more than five minutes...

(4)

I was a little disappointed in myself. Why can't I stand Aunt Qiu's moans? I'm so consumed by lust and
can't control myself?

My pride as a man gives me more courage. My weapon has been honed by women: what I just heard
was an appetizer, the main course hasn't even started yet—hmph, the best is yet to come!

Aunt Qiu swallowed the semen in one gulp, then rolled my penis with her tongue, repeating it several times until it was completely
clean ...

Men, only when a woman willingly throws herself into your arms can you taste true femininity. All
women in the world are standard "two-faced". In front of others, they all pretend to be ladies, but only under the man they love most will they
be "brought back to their true nature".

What is "making love"? For men, as long as there's a vagina to penetrate and they can ejaculate, they don't
care who the woman beneath them is. Simply put, sex has nothing to do with "love." Women, on the other hand,
are mostly driven by "love." From this perspective, a woman's infidelity, driven by "love"
or the pursuit of "love," is understandable and deserving of sympathy. Even though they are condemned by Confucian tradition
as "adulteresses" and bear the infamy of history, like the infamous Pan Jinlian.

Aunt Qiu, her eyes glazed, said, "I haven't smelled this juice for over ten years..." It seemed
that the physical intimacy had filled the void of her long-standing loneliness, and her sexual hunger had been initially relieved.

Aunt Qiu knelt before me, and with her soft, boneless right hand, began rhythmically rubbing my scrotum...
Damn, so impatient! I'm not a god; revival doesn't take time! A slight unease rose in my heart.

At this moment, Aunt Qiu said with unusual seriousness, "People, everything else is secondary; only good health comes first
! Shanzi, we're destined to meet, so I'll pass on a secret recipe to you..."

It turned out that Aunt Qiu's early husband's death made her more concerned about health than most. Once, on a snowy day
, she kindly gave a hot meal to a wandering nun, who rewarded her with several massage
techniques .

Aunt Qiu said, "My current massage techniques are very beneficial for men, having the effect of strengthening essence and nourishing the complexion..."
As she spoke, she began to explain the various acupoints in detail.

Who in modern times doesn't value health? I listened carefully, secretly memorizing each move: I
must tell my wife, Cheng Hong; her professional knowledge will surely make this technique famous!

"Sweetie, your smile is so sweet, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze..." Just as I was making my own
plans, my phone rang again.

This time, I wasn't annoyed that it interrupted my good time; on the contrary, I was extremely surprised and delighted: it was Gu Jing! It was Gu Jing
calling!! It was Gu Jing

, who was far away in France, calling!! Scenes from my trip to Qingdao flashed through my mind...

On the return flight, Gu Jing fiddled with my phone, her face flushed with shyness, and said: "Brother—, I've set
Teresa Teng 's 'Tian Mi Mi' as my ringtone, so you'll always remember the sweetness of Qingdao..."

At this moment, thinking of her radiant smile, my heart ached terribly! She went to France to relax, and I
knew that I was a big part of it! I was so excited that my hands were trembling, and a tear rolled down my cheek...

I checked the time; it was 10:36 PM Beijing time. According to the time zone conversion, it
was probably around 4:30 PM in Paris. I took a deep breath before pressing the answer button—

knowing Gu Jing was shy, I spoke first: "Sweetie~~, wasn't the sunset in Paris beautiful?"

"Brother~~, aren't you still senile? You even know it's daytime in France..." Gu Jing still
spoke with a charming smile .

"Did you have fun, sweetie?" I tried my best to suppress my excitement.

Gu Jing's clear laughter: "To paraphrase a common saying, you don't know until you see it, the world is truly amazing! I visited
many classic historical sites, including the beautiful and charming French Riviera, the ski resorts in the Alps, the Louvre
, Notre Dame Cathedral, the banks of the Seine, the Palace of Versailles, Fontainebleau, Strasbourg, Mont Saint-Michel, Chambord..."
Her fluent and articulate Jiangnan accent flowed down from my headphones like a babbling brook, giving me a
feeling .

Gu Jing continued, "The high-speed trains (TGV) here are incredibly fast. Compared to them,
the so-called are like snails... Oh, by the way, I specially enjoyed a French feast for lunch
: snails, truffles, foie gras, caviar..."

Finally

, Gu Jing sadly added, "The more fun you have during the day, the more you miss your brother at night..." She then
began to sob.

I knew how lonely it could be to be far from home, so I carefully gave her some more instructions before hanging
up .

While I was on the phone, Aunt Qiu didn't say a word, just focused on massaging my acupoints. After I hung up, she looked up at me, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. I found it amusing and simply told her
everything about Gu Jing and me . Aunt Qiu sighed, "Alas, true love is often hard to find! So this rich young woman is your true love!" I nodded in agreement, "That's right, I love her so much! A love that's ingrained in my bones!! My wife, Cheng Hong, is just fulfilling her marital responsibilities!" I didn't want to discuss Gu Jing with Aunt Qiu anymore, afraid of defiling the angel in my heart. So I started to focus on my desires— in our country with its severely imbalanced population, women have no shortage of buyers. Even the ugliest woman has a bright red "heart"! At this moment, I suddenly remembered a folk saying: "The person is ugly, but the vagina isn't; if you think the vagina is ugly, you have nowhere to go." Hehe, so true! It shows the boundless wisdom of the masses. As for a woman's vagina, I can only offer physical desire; verbal desire is absolutely out of the question—yes , I'll do anything, even bark like a dog for my woman, but I will never lick a woman's lacking in mutual support, that's just how I am! "Let's go into the cave! We'll retreat after this round..." I ordered myself. Because of my worry for Gu Jing, I was feeling a bit down, and my libido was greatly diminished. Aunt Qiu was truly an extremely understanding woman; seeing my melancholy expression, she knelt down in front of my crotch, sandwiching my semi-erect penis between her large breasts and slowly rubbing it. Her plump, soft breasts...






















The room acted like a vacuum cleaner, gradually stripping away my foul mood bit by bit, and my penis became active again
.

I rolled over, rubbed my penis against Aunt Qiu's soft lower abdomen a few times, then lifted her
legs, aimed my penis at her vulva, and was about to thrust in forcefully…

Aunt Qiu instinctively contracted, let out a soft moan, and then giggled, “Shanzi~, newly
married men are the hardest to handle, they’re what’s commonly called ‘little leopards’! You have to go easy on me,
Aunt Qiu is, after all, a middle-aged woman…” Damn, I hadn’t even cocked my gun yet, and Aunt Qiu was already begging for mercy.

I didn’t answer; at this moment, any man’s priority was “pleasure”! I thrust my hips forward, and my penis plunged
in—Aunt Qiu’s passage was as loose as her age, and my penis didn’t even feel the resistance of her vulva
before it was all the way in.

When I first inserted it, the passage was empty and dry. After a few movements, something magical happened. I never expected that
Aunt Qiu's passage would have such a winding and secluded beauty—at that moment, her flower-like opening suddenly widened, tightly gripping my penis
and tightening its opening; the passage also opened and closed like the hard shell of a clam, and a strong suction force came from it… A

legendary virgin? Damn, this is definitely a legendary virgin! This is a standard "jade clam holding a pearl"!

Men are indeed animals that think with their lower bodies. At this moment, I had completely forgotten about Gu Jing, and my sexual interest was rising to
an unprecedented level . Suppressing my delight at finding a treasure, I stopped thrusting and simply pressed my penis against her clitoris, letting her
vaginal opening constrict the base of my penis, fully enjoying the tightness and powerful suction of her embrace…

At this moment, I recalled a wise saying: “All women in the world are the same, only differing in their vaginas.”
; another expert in the art of sex had even made this judgment: “The world of vaginas is full of gems, even masterpieces.”
; This time, I truly believed it! I couldn't help but echo, "The ultimate sex organ is in the world of old b!"...

Aunt Qiu said coquettishly, "Shanzi~~, you're so selfish! Move a little, let me have some fun too..."

I cursed inwardly, "Damn it, I'm not being selfish! If I give in to your wishes, at your pace,
I'll be done in ten minutes at most!" I ignored Aunt Qiu's urging, just letting my penis soak in the honey-filled passage
, sometimes kissing her neck, sometimes pinching her breasts, sometimes patting her buttocks, and more often attacking her armpits: repeatedly
rubbing her skin, gently and slowly pulling her armpit hair...

Aunt Qiu's face was as red as the morning sun, her body twisting violently, her moans like wolf howls, her jade gate like a burst dam, the spring
gushing forth, she was panting heavily, begging me to penetrate her. I saw that the time was right, so I slowly started to thrust,
and each thrust went all the way in, not caring about the number of times, only the quality.

Actually, playing with women is the same as driving a car, when it's time to shift gears, you have to shift. The one who's been speeding
along is the young man! I perked up, jokingly shifting gears and slowing down in one smooth motion,
without leaving a trace.

Having sex is like a mountain climbing trip. A man should not only enjoy the feeling of "looking down on all the mountains" at the summit
, but also appreciate the scenery along the way.

In my eyes, I saw the beautiful scenery of the car entering and leaving Yumen Pass, squeezing in and out of the cities large and small; in my ears, I heard
the "plop, plop" sound of the oxen pulling their hooves across the paddy fields—I couldn't be more pleased!

Aunt Qiu, seeing how good I am at playing with women, was probably both pleased and angry. Yes, this kind of superficial approach
will inevitably only make things worse, just like drowning your sorrows in alcohol only makes them worse.

Sure enough, Aunt Qiu hurriedly pushed me away, pounced on me, straddled me, and with her left hand, her
jade-like fingers held my penis, aimed it at the entrance, and sat down in one swift motion. This move was extremely common, the run-of-the-mill
"Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus"—

[Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus]

Aunt Qiu, the rider, once mounted her mount, galloped wildly along the mountain road as if she had lost her mind, until she was drenched
in fragrant sweat from the jolting, let out a cry, and collapsed limply onto my chest before finally pulling back the reins and falling off the horse.

Slightly raising her drunken eyes, Aunt Qiu saw that I was still vigorous, showing no sign of surrendering, which she found quite strange:
according to the sexual experience she and Yingying's father had accumulated, a man should penetrate, thrust a few times, and then ejaculate, usually
within five minutes. This young rascal is really young and strong; it's probably been over twenty minutes already…

Aunt Qiu, lost in her own thoughts, was quickly pulled back to reality by my words: “Aunt Qiu~, we've finished
admiring , how about we check out the back palace now…”

The old woman naturally understood what I meant. Aunt Qiu smiled coquettishly, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me however you like
!!”

Aunt Qiu got off the bed, her hands gripping the edge, sticking out her big, white, plump buttocks, ready to “invite the guest into the trap.”

Lately, I've been really into “hole number two”! Hearing her agree and willing to get off the bed to be fucked, I couldn't help but
feel overjoyed —fucking off the bed is much more enjoyable than fucking on the bed!

"Turning through the red pavilion, lowering the embroidered curtains," I arrived at the battlefield, first touching her large, fleshy breasts, then kneading her armpits, followed by a hard
slap on her large, white buttocks, and finally grasping the greasy flesh around her waist. Ascending my horse, I raised my silver spear and slowly
thrust into her mysterious harem…

I gasped, "Heavens, so tight! Never used it before?"

Aunt Qiu said in a seductive voice, "At least this is virgin territory! I haven't treated you badly today…"

My sexual partners are mainly my wife Cheng Hong and Gu Jing, both pampered young ladies. With them, I always
have to be gentle; but this time, facing the older woman Aunt Qiu, I felt no pity whatsoever. My mind
was only on four words: "Fuck, fuck hard!" So fucking that large, white buttocks was not only novel but also incredibly satisfying!
Making love—with "love," it's naturally a joyful experience; without "love," it can be quite a wild pleasure!

Aunt Qiu's moans became even more unrestrained than before, whether from pleasure or excessive stimulation, and her tone
changed, as she loudly uttered strings of dialect...

I don't care what you're saying, I can't understand it anyway! I immediately shifted to high gear, thrusting harder and harder each time
, filling the room with the sounds of "squirting, squelching" water and the "slap, slap, slap" of my thrusts against her plump buttocks...

Aunt Qiu suddenly swayed more violently, and under my careful guidance, this "dish" quickly reached another "climax"—
[

Plowing the plump buttocks]

The rich feminine scent, combined with the intense contractions of her slippery, plump buttocks, caused my penis, already in its bottleneck phase
, to ejaculate wildly... After several intense tremors, I was so exhausted that I collapsed onto Aunt Qiu's back, almost falling
to the ground.

What's most important for a man in his life? Career? Power? Money? ...These are all fucking rubbish.
What good is power and money? It's still just three meals a day and a bed; even if you live a luxurious life, what good is it?
In the end, you can't take anything with you when you die. So, in the short few decades of life, it's still very lucky for
a man ! ——— If a man is holding
the body of his beloved woman in his arms on a snowy night, then he has not lived in vain.

We lay side by side, looking at the plump Aunt Qiu, I couldn't help but feel sad and really felt sorry for
her: I don't have a clone of Sun Wukong either? Ah, who will comfort your lonely heart every night? ……

(5)

After a short rest, Aunt Qiu got out of bed naked. She pulled out a small red plastic basin from under the bed, and went out to get
a snow-white towel and a water bottle. After pouring the water, she sat on the edge of the bed and chatted with me idly,
waiting for the water in the basin to cool down...

This series of actions by Aunt Qiu is something that unmarried men definitely don't understand! —This is a good habit: women should wash their vulva
before going to bed , preferably with hot water, and never use any of those gynecological washes recommended in advertisements!
This is the most effective way for women to prevent various gynecological diseases, and it should not be neglected even for a day!

Perhaps influenced by my doctor wife, I have
a very clear understanding I couldn't help but like Aunt Qiu a little more.

At this moment, Aunt Qiu spread her legs, squatted over the small red basin, and began to wash her lower body. As she washed, she
said with emotion, "My pussy is really strange, it's getting more and more delicate as I get older! Men haven't groomed it for a long time, and now it
's become impotent! You almost fucked me to death just now! Luckily, this body can still withstand the torment..."

I laughed and said, "Aunt Qiu~, what does 'torture' mean? Let me tell you, in modern language it's called 'ravaging'
; in classical Chinese it's called 'attacking'..."

Aunt Qiu's fleshy face rippled, and her laughter echoed in the small room. "You're so knowledgeable, no wonder you're a graduate student!"
After wiping her genitals clean, she didn't go out to get water, but instead, shaking her fleshy body, she rolled onto the bed.

"Shanzi~, don't leave tonight, I want to sleep with you all night..." As she spoke, she had already placed my hand between
her legs, giving me a familiar and comfortable feeling.

In a great mood, I also joked, "Aunt Qiu is so considerate to me, even if you hit me with a stick, I won't
leave! Not only will I not leave, but I'll come back often, this is my home too!"

Aunt Qiu was silent for a long time after hearing this, I could only feel her shoulders trembling violently. Women, women made of water
, she cried again!

Aunt Qiu sobbed, "This fleshy body, even if it can bring you pleasure for a moment, it's not a waste!"
Hearing this, I was truly moved, and my nose couldn't help but feel a little sore: What a kind woman she is!
Always putting herself down, only thinking of others.

I fondled her large, cotton-like breasts and laughed, "Aunt Qiu~, are you trying to move me to death?"

Aunt Qiu only gripped my hands tighter, and a sob escaped her lips.

I pretended to be serious and said, "Aunt Qiu~, I'm reminded of a famous saying by an ancient emperor. A person like you
is 'a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person who has transcended vulgar
interests , a person who is beneficial to the people…'"

Aunt Qiu was both amused and exasperated by my string of "person"s, and finally spoke, "You
little ! How dare you be disrespectful to a great man…" Then she retorted irritably, "I'm nobody, just an
old woman with a horny pussy!"

Hearing Aunt Qiu say this with such dramatic intonation, I… I burst into laughter, tears streaming down my face, and pinched her
large, , causing Aunt Qiu to gasp in pain and beg for mercy.

I released her and, unusually, uttered a vulgar remark: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll pluck all your pubic hair..."

Aunt Qiu hesitated for a long time, unable to find a response. Knowing I liked her inner thighs,
she pressed my hand down and began to rub it back and forth, which was the best answer she could give me—women are very
perceptive; after just one touch, they can accurately know which part of their body a man likes best.
This sensitivity is innate; all women possess this ability.

I was only focused on kneading her large breasts for pleasure, unaware that Aunt Qiu was currently engaged in a battle of wits:

Humans are all insatiable, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant, always wanting more! After this intimate exchange,
any lingering thought of "repaying a debt of gratitude" that Aunt Qiu initially had vanished. She too longed to capture my heart and enjoy
the pleasures of our union. Now that she sees I have a virtuous wife at home and a close white-collar friend outside, she's afraid I won't look back
once . She's determined to leave a lasting impression, to give me the gimmick of seeking her body. Remembering
my earlier joke about "plucking all your pubic hair," it's like a swordsman finding a lost secret manual,
a magic trick .

Aunt Qiu said in a sweet, seductive voice, "Shanzi~~, come help me pluck my pubic hair, and I'll give you a fake 'white tiger
' fucking, how about it?"

"That's a good suggestion! Although it's not perverted SM, it's still quite interesting," I cheered inwardly.
I'm not a god, how could I see Aunt Qiu's thoughts? I'm just an ordinary person, doing ordinary things that men like to seek thrills
.

No sooner said than done. I got out of bed, filled the small red basin with hot water, and diligently found a bar of scented soap on
the washstand "Damn! No razor! Am I really going to have to pluck them one by one? Even if
Aunt Qiu doesn't die of pain, I'll be exhausted..."

"Aunt Qiu~, do you have a razor at home?" I asked hesitantly.

"What a coincidence, we actually do have a razor! It was a birthday present Yingying bought for her uncle when we went shopping last week
. We'll use this one for now, and I'll buy her a new one later. I'll
go get it ..." Seeing my helpless look, Aunt Qiu couldn't help but feel smug: it seems this kid really likes this kind of thing!

When Aunt Qiu returned from Yingying's room, she not only brought back a brand-new Japanese brand electric
razor , but also a small pair of scissors—I guess these scissors were also Yingying's, used specifically for trimming eyebrows
? I really couldn't be sure. I didn't need to find out; having a handy tool was enough.

"Shanzi~, take it easy, don't rush!" Aunt Qiu was still
a little .

Seeing this, I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Aunt Qiu~, don't be afraid! Xiao Hong often shaves
pubic hair in the delivery room. Although I haven't tried it myself, I know the procedure~. At most, it won't be completely clean, it definitely won't tear your skin
..." Actually, I didn't know anything about it.

Hearing my words, Aunt Qiu seemed reassured, spreading her legs wide and laughing, "Then go ahead and get started!"

Adopting the general principle of "encircling the city from the countryside" and the working method of "step-by-step advancement," I began my
delightful gardening journey. First, I used small scissors to remove the tall weeds, then used an electric razor to sweep away the stubborn invaders.
Driven by my super strong sense of responsibility, when I hummed "There is a beautiful woman, in the middle of the water," I perfectly accomplished my saga—

[Smooth Zone]

. "Are you done?" Aunt Qiu asked uncertainly as I got up.

I laughed heartily, "Mission accomplished! How does it feel?"

Aunt Qiu moved her hips to the bedside lamp, looked down carefully, and murmured, "I don't really feel anything, just a
cool, damp area..." Aunt Qiu then turned around, giggling.

I was quite surprised and asked, "What's wrong?"

Aunt Qiu said, "I only saw my own vagina clearly today!"

Women are so fickle. Just a moment ago, Aunt Qiu was all smiles, but now her face was suddenly covered with frost. She sighed softly,
"Thinking about it, I really feel sorry for my deceased husband! Maybe I was too concerned about my vagina when I was young. When we were
intimate, I never allowed him to do it with the lights on, let alone spread his legs wide for him to see! Sigh~,
if I could turn back time, I would definitely satisfy him completely! Now that I'm this age, looking back,
what is a woman's vagina? It's just a horny hole for peeing, what's so precious about it?"

I was afraid that Aunt Qiu would dwell on the past and ruin her good mood today, so I comforted her, "You're right, you've
also grown from a young girl to where you are today, step by step, to have this idea! It's not wrong for a woman to respect herself, but pretending to be a lady in front of her lover
is meaningless. Besides deceiving yourself, it will only make the man gradually disgusted..." In fact,
every woman likes men to flirt with her, but she's just shy and wears a mask.

Seeing Aunt Qiu still sighing, I chuckled and said, "Aunt Qiu, do you know the
ideal ?"

Aunt Qiu paused for a moment, then gently shook her head.

I said, "The ideal woman in a man's heart is like this—'a lady in public, a housewife at home, and a slut in
bed .'" Actually, a woman who meets all three criteria is extremely rare. The reason I brought up
this joke was to distract Aunt Qiu and stop her from dwelling on someone who has passed away.

Aunt Qiu was indeed drawn in by this classic joke. She laughed, "A lady of leisure? That's
impossible . I'll wait until I'm reborn into a better family in the next. A housewife? I am now, and I'm quite competent at it. A slut?
I wasn't before, and I don't want to be, but for you, I'll start learning now..."

After saying that, Aunt Qiu moved her hips in front of me, spread her legs wide, and began to caress the
smooth . As she inserted her middle finger into the hole and moved it in and out, accompanied by moans, the honey-like
fluids spurted out like falling flowers—

[Self-touching pleasure]

When I was trimming her pubic hair earlier, I wanted to stop several times and have some sex first. But now, seeing such a beautiful
scene, how could I resist? I jumped onto the bed and plunged in with a "flip"... This
epic battle lasted a long time, breaking all my records: I fucked her fiercely for nearly ninety minutes! ...

"After fucking her, I feel like I'm in heaven." Every time I finish fucking her, I always have to smoke a cigarette; it has become a habit
of mine.

As I puffed on my cigarette, letting every pore of my body relax, I used my left hand to scoop up
and knead Aunt Qiu's large, fleshy breasts, my thoughts already wandering far away: I must have recently pleased God with his prayers, as I've been plagued by a string of
romantic entanglements : not only have I enjoyed the pleasure of "deep throat," but I've also plucked two chrysanthemums. Today, I even
tried a different kind of fun, "shaving pubic hair," how delightful!

Aunt Qiu propped her head up with her right hand, gazing at me with deep affection. She said softly, "Shanzi~, I
love watching you smoke!" Damn, I'm most afraid of women's gazes as deep as the sea!

I couldn't help but reach out and press Aunt Qiu's head down to block her thread-like gaze.

Aunt Qiu misunderstood, she rolled over and crawled between my legs, opened her mouth, and swallowed my penis all the way
down. She didn't lick or peck, just held it deep in her mouth, letting her saliva moisten it... I guessed this was her
secret to "using yin to strengthen yang" for health.

I exhaled the last puff of smoke, stubbed it out, leaned back, and let out a long, comfortable breath. At that moment,
I couldn't help but feel a little smug: What unfinished lessons did I have? Couple bath, oral sex, breast massage, anal
sex, facial... I silently counted.

Suddenly, two terrifying words popped into my mind: foot fetish! My God, is that considered perverted...?

Just then, Aunt Qiu's phone rang. She glanced at the screen, pressed her index finger to her lips, and whispered: It's
Yingying calling... After saying that, she got out of bed naked, swaying her fat buttocks as she walked towards the outer room.

A sudden thought flashed through my mind: I wonder if the little girl's delicate feet are soft and tender...

In a daze, a slender young woman revealed a pair of fair, white feet, gracefully walking towards me on lotus blossoms...

[The End] Prologue:

My

wife, Cheng Hong, is about to give birth. Because her family home is near the maternity hospital where she works, she felt sorry for me
having to drive her there every day, rain or shine, but she was also annoyed by the back-and-forth trips. So, she decided not to go home and instead set up camp at her parents' house.

Since her best friend, Gu Jing, recently went to France for travel and shopping, Cheng Hong no longer had anyone to talk to on the phone. During the day, she played around with a group of nurses at the hospital
, and at night, she acted spoiled in front of her parents, continuing her life as a good girl
. She was living a rather carefree life.

I had visited my mother-in-law's house a few times before, but Cheng Hong always felt that I was in the way. I couldn't help with cooking,
and I prevented her and her daughter from having private conversations, so she always urged me to leave. She stroked her large belly and laughed, "My dear
husband ! Now you have a chance to sleep in, so hurry up and enjoy it! Will you still have a good night's sleep in another week?"

I laughed back, "Are you destined to be a 'night-crying baby'?" Actually, I was a little worried:
I remember my mother saying that I was particularly troublesome as a baby, a typical "night-crying baby"! She
tried countless folk remedies, including the famous little red paper poster that read, "Heavenly Emperor, Earthly Emperor, my family has a night-crying baby;
passersby please recite this, and he'll sleep soundly until dawn..."

Seeing my husband and I arguing, my mother-in-law patted my shoulder with a smile and said, "Shanzi~, don't
listen to Xiaohong's scaremongering! After the baby is born, just leave him with me; I can raise him until he starts elementary school...
" Since Cheng Hong moved back home, my mother-in-law's face has been beaming with smiles. It seems that all mothers in the world...
"I'm willing to marry my daughter off!" (Note: "Shanzi" is my childhood nickname.)

Cheng Hong said coquettishly, "Mom~~, you're so biased! I've endured the suffering of ten months of pregnancy,
and you won't even let the baby torment Shanzi for a few months..."

At this moment, my father-in-law walked into the living room with a cigar in his mouth. Hearing his daughter's words, he slammed his hand with an air of authority: "After
the baby is born, leave him with me! Ah~, I haven't heard a baby cry in so long..." Looking at
my father-in-law's happy and hopeful expression, the old saying "grandparents love their grandchildren more" does have some truth to it.

I'm luckier than most men. My wife works at a maternity hospital, she's a "professional," handling
babies is her forte, plus my mother-in-law's experienced hands, it seems like I'll be the father right away, that's a done deal!

People's laziness really is something that's fostered. From then on, I stopped running back and forth between the east and west sides of the city, and only
kept in by phone.

Being alone is indeed carefree. I can sleep however I want and no
one will care. I can make a mess of the room and no one will nag me. However, the biggest problem for me is food: I can
buy breakfast on the street; lunch is provided by the unit, but dinner is a headache! Although I sometimes go out for "public funds" with Leader Sun,
it is impossible to have food every day! So I brought back a whole case of instant noodles.

It was Saturday again, and I woke up naturally at eleven o'clock. When I was eating instant noodles and my face was turning green, I
suddenly had a flash of inspiration. I couldn't help but slap the table and stand up with a "joke". I grinned at Cheng Hong's photo on the wall and
said: "Damn! You have a family, do you think I am Sun Wukong who jumped out of a rock!" With that thought,
I locked the door, went downstairs, and drove to my parents' house in the south of the city...

(1) Aunt Qiu's

parents' house is located in the northwest corner of an old-style residential area in the south of the city. The residential complex consists of 11 scattered,
five-story buildings. It has no walls or security guards and was originally the staff quarters of a large state-owned enterprise. My father,
the factory's chief engineer, bought the property for 7,000 yuan during housing reform. (China's
housing policy is a chronic problem that will never be solved! These days, try buying a three-bedroom apartment like this for less than a million yuan!)

The sky was overcast, and the autumn wind still carried a strong summer heat. Last night, I
played even now, my temples are still slightly aching.

Parking the car downstairs, I whistled lightly as I climbed the stairs.

Upon entering, I didn't act as casually as usual—a
strange, plump woman sat in the living room.

This woman, wearing light makeup, had a round face, bright eyes, and a slightly upturned mouth. Her short hair reached her shoulders,
her skin was fair, and her figure was extremely voluptuous. She was wearing a pink, mid-sleeve t-shirt (made in mainland China) and a
black silk A-line skirt—

[Mature Woman Zhang Qiu].

Seeing her smiling at me, I didn't know how to address her and was momentarily speechless…

My mother, seeing this, quickly stood up to smooth things over: “Don't know how to address her, huh? Calling her ‘sister’ won't do, you have to call her
Aunt Qiu!” Then she turned to the plump woman and smiled, “Little Qiu must be in her early forties this year, how come she doesn't look old at all? She
's still so beautiful!”

“Mom, you can't just say nice things like that!” I muttered to myself. To say this woman
was young was absolutely a lie! She was already a middle-aged woman, yet she dared to talk about being “young”! To say she was beautiful
was simply heartless! From my professional eyes, all I saw was a
large, round face like a silver basin! (This is still imitating Cao Xueqin's praise of Xue Baochai; in reality, the plump woman had what is commonly
described as a "flat persimmon face.")

I forced a smile at the plump woman, politely called her "Aunt Qiu," and then sat
down to chat with my parents.

After a few rounds of conversation, I learned about the plump woman's background: her name was Zhang Qiu, from
B County in H Province in northern China, and she was the younger sister of a friend of my father's from when he was sent to the countryside. Because her only daughter, Cao Yingying, had been admitted to a key university
in the province , the mother and daughter were used to relying on each other, and besides, Aunt Qiu couldn't bear to let Cao Yingying wander outside
for four years! So she left her family and career to come to our J Province to accompany her daughter.

Aunt Qiu loved her daughter dearly and was worried that Yingying wouldn't eat well at school, so she recently
bought thus ending her days of renting and having a "home" in J Province.

Aunt Qiu's visit this time had two purposes: first, to visit an old friend on behalf of her brother, and second, to ask my father to find her a way to earn money.

During their conversation, whenever her daughter, Cao Yingying, was mentioned, Aunt Qiu's face lit up with pride, her round, fleshy face beaming
. Yes, Aunt Qiu had reason to be proud! She had been widowed at twenty-nine, and raising her daughter to enter one of
the nation's top universities was indeed an extremely difficult feat.

My father laughed heartily, "It'll be easier now that Shanzi's back! Quickly help your Aunt Qiu think of a solution! I was just about to have your
mother call you."

I laughed, "What connections do I have? You were once a deputy factory director, after all!"

My father glared at me and said in a deep, gruff voice, "You don't understand the saying 'out of sight, out of mind'
..." My father had just retired earlier this year and was now unemployed at home, mostly staying home except for going fishing with friends
.

Perhaps before I even entered the door, my father had already firmly rejected Aunt Qiu. So when she heard that I might be able to help
her, her bright eyes immediately lit up, and she smiled at me, saying, "Shanzi, your Aunt Qiu only has a high school
education , and is basically illiterate now. I'm used to being lazy and don't want to be controlled or restricted, so I'd like to open my own
small general store. Do you think you could help Aunt Qiu rent a suitable storefront..." Seriously, you call me "Shanzi"?
Are we that close?

My mother interjected, "It's best to work independently, so you don't get scammed again!" It turned out that as soon as Aunt Qiu arrived in Jiangxi Province, she
applied for a job as an operator at a private company through the "labor market," only to work for free for a month. The promised high
wages and bonuses were all deducted by the company's various inexplicable internal systems. After this ordeal, Aunt Qiu
no longer dared to apply for jobs at the "labor market," that chaotic place...

Sigh, what kind of world is this! Didn't I also lose my job a while ago? If it weren't for my wife's
close friend Gu Jing pulling me out of that situation, I really don't know how I would have gotten through that period of unemployment. Yes, what are these "open recruitment" and
"talent markets"? Most of them are just scams! The truly good jobs and businesses all rely on the help of
relatives and friends ! That's just the reality of our country!!

I secretly thought: Aunt Qiu is best suited to stick to her old profession! As for storefronts, I could ask Haozi.
Didn't the municipal government recently promote a batch of uniform
storefronts on Mango Avenue under the guise of "environmental improvement"? With that thought, I immediately called Haozi.

Haozi's voice on the other end of the line was still his deep baritone, but it was filled with official airs. He was
the deputy director of the office in the municipal government, a person with real power. He and I were childhood friends, what old
Beijingers call "childhood buddies."

After chatting for a while, I didn't get down to business, only arranging to meet him at "Bafangzhai" that evening. Aunt Qiu's
face even showed an excited blush when she saw that things had made great progress.

I still had full confidence in Haozi. This guy was usually carefree and unrestrained, but he had always been honest with me.
I got up to pour Aunt Qiu a glass of water, and then I suddenly noticed a rather
alluring —

black stockings

and high heels! Even though I'm not a "stocking fetishist," I still felt a pang of excitement…

The mountain street was bathed in the glow of sunset, the streetlights just coming on. When I drove Aunt Qiu to "Bafangzhai," I saw
a look of shock on her face: Aunt Qiu, after all, came from a small county town in the north and had never seen such a magnificent establishment—
"Bafangzhai" was a renowned luxury hotel in this southern provincial capital, frequented by the wealthy and powerful
. Ordinary locals like myself rarely visited, though it was a source of
pride for ordinary citizens to entertain .

Seeing a strange woman following me, Haozi was slightly surprised and half-jokingly asked, "Shanzi,
who is this grandma…?" Aunt Qiu blushed at Haozi's teasing, becoming shy like a young girl.

I stepped forward and punched Haozi, laughing and scolding, "You damn rat! This is my sister! She's only in her early forties,
how come she's your grandma!"...

After a few drinks, I finally told him about Aunt Qiu's desire to rent a storefront. Upon hearing this, Haozi shook his head
vigorously , exclaiming, "Hey, brother, you have no idea how deep the water is here! These
storefronts are in prime locations, extremely sought-after! You're making things difficult for me, forcing me to snatch food from
the jaws .

His mouth flowed with ancient scriptures and official jargon, but one thing was true: these storefronts
had basically been pre-selected by officials at various levels. Even if the tenants didn't use them for business, they could sublet them and receive
a considerable rent.

Aunt Qiu listened intently to Haozi's ramblings. Seeing that the hope of renting a room was dwindling, she got up and pulled me
outside, whispering urgently, "How about I let him fuck me tonight?..." Aunt Qiu used the
distinctive dialect of B County, H Province, to say "fuck," a pronunciation that sounded both jarring and pleasant to me.

I almost burst out laughing, but I held it in. I just pinched her arm hard, signaling her
not to overthink it. It seems that when women are desperate, besides crying, they also consider selling their bodies!

As I opened the door and walked back to the dining table, I chuckled to myself, "How could Haozi fuck you, you old bastard!" I
knew Haozi well; I knew he was surrounded by beautiful women. He wasn't lacking in sex partners; he just hated that he only had one penis
!

After much lingering, and amidst toasts and drinks, Haozi finally acknowledged me as a brother and agreed to help me find a
storefront.

Haozi and I never force each other to drink; we just enjoy ourselves. Seeing that I had brought an older woman
with me
signed his name on a finely bound leather notebook brought by a waitress. ("Bafangzhai" is a municipal government branch;
it settles accounts monthly based on the names of authorized signatories.)

After a hurried farewell outside the gate, Haozi drove alone towards the resort in the northern suburbs… Aunt

Qiu and I turned back towards the underground parking lot. The spacious parking lot was completely silent, with only the occasional sound of a car engine. Aunt Qiu's high heels clicked on the ground, the crisp sound echoing loudly in the empty space, making it rather unsettling. Aunt Qiu involuntarily grabbed my wrist. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself: Aunt Qiu was quite a bold woman. My wife, Cheng Hong, never came down from the ground; she just waited for me at the exit. Gu Jing, on the other hand, insisted on being carried by me to keep her from feeling flustered. Finding a parking space, I skillfully drove away. At the first red light, perhaps under the influence , I instinctively slipped my right hand between Aunt Qiu's legs (I have a penchant for touching women's inner thighs). While stroking her inner thigh, I said, "Little darling~ Where are we going now~" The mature womanly scent emanating felt familiar and pleasant. Aunt Qiu didn't seem annoyed; perhaps her plans for the night had finally come to fruition, and she was in an exceptionally good mood. She chuckled in a affected tone, "Little darling, huh! I think you've had too much to drink..." My mind cleared instantly: I had mistaken Aunt Qiu for my wife, Cheng Hong, or perhaps Gu Jing! It seems that alcohol, no matter the amount, really does have a numbing effect! You ask why I could utter such a cheesy term as "little darling"? It's all because of my wives, Cheng Hong and Gu Jing ! This is a lesson I learned after making numerous verbal mistakes! By addressing them this generally, I've been able to navigate between Cheng Hong and Gu Jing with ease, and haven't had a slip of the tongue since! — Gu Jing has repeatedly gotten annoyed when I called her "wife"; Cheng Hong has also given me suspicious looks because I've called her "Jingjing" so often. Yes, "little darling" is a universally applicable sweet nothing! Women are happy to hear it; for me, it avoids unnecessary risks, so why not? I strongly suggest you try this trick too. Hearing Aunt Qiu's teasing, I felt extremely embarrassed and could only shamelessly ask, "Aunt Qiu— where are we going now?" Seeing my situation, Aunt Qiu seemed to find it even more amusing, and she continued her barrage of teasing: "Where can we go? Home ! Do you want to go to a hotel with me? You'd better think carefully, your good brother calls me Grandma ~~" Damn, Aunt Qiu is quite humorous. Aunt Qiu was really afraid that I would get drunk, so she stopped joking and just stared reminding me to watch out for various targets... "The moonlight on the street is as cool as water," twenty minutes later, I parked the car at the entrance of Zhuangyuan Lane. (2) Seduction








































Compared to the surrounding bustling areas, Zhuangyuan Lane can be considered an "urban village." However, it has an extraordinary history,
renowned throughout the province: it was originally the residence of a high-ranking official of the Qing Dynasty, who
achieved the highest rank in the imperial examinations. Therefore, the area has been called "Zhuangyuan Lane" ever since. Because
a temple dedicated to ancestors within Zhuangyuan Lane has been designated a provincial-level cultural relic, this residential area is never included in the municipal government's
demolition plans.

Since houses have been allowed to be sold on the market, the residents here are no longer as innocent as before. My mother said that
a brothel was raided here last month! —My mother, being a teacher her whole life, speaks
in a refined manner. What "brothel"? It's just the police arresting a bunch of prostitutes!

Aunt Qiu insisted I get out of the car to see her new house, and also to sober up, so I followed her into
the long alley.

This gray and white house still retains its bluestone pavement. The overall architecture combines northern and southern styles,
possessing both the compactness of a northern courtyard house and the looseness of a southern water town courtyard, which is rare in China.
The residents in this area generally lack sanitation facilities in their homes, still retaining the style of the last century: using
public toilets at both ends of the alley.

Aunt Qiu's small house, about fifty square meters in size, is located to the west and doesn't face a very good orientation. Only
the small courtyard, about five steps in size, shows some care; with a little tidying up, it could be as charming as "a courtyard full of fragrant roses."

After glancing at the small kitchen built by herself in the northwest corner of the courtyard, we stepped through the main gate.

The main house has a standard classical Chinese "田" (field) layout, which is commonly referred to as "two and a half rooms" in modern parlance. I
sat down on the sofa in the outer room, which served as the living room. After looking around for a while, I still couldn't find Yingying, so I asked,
"Aunt Qiu—where's my 90s-born sister?"

Aunt Qiu shook her head and sighed, "Don't mention that brat! I told her to give up her dorm room at school and come home, but she just
wouldn't! She said it's more fun being with her classmates. She just thinks I'm too old and talkative! When she was little,
she couldn't be without me for a second..." At this point, Aunt Qiu was filled with sadness and tears welled up in her eyes.

Humans are indeed strange creatures. When children are young, we long for them to grow up; but when they actually
grow up, parents especially miss all the adorable things about them when they were little.

There's no logic to it, so I could only try to comfort Aunt Qiu in plain language: "Young people have their own ideas.
Aunt Qiu can't always protect Yingying like an old hen protecting her chicks, keeping her by her side forever.
Isn't ?"

Aunt Qiu laughed through her tears: "What kind of analogy is that? It's awful! What 'old hen, chick'..."
I was speechless! Chinese characters are truly amazing; "chicken" is a homophone for "prostitute"! Even now
, words like "Miss" and "comrade" have ambiguous meanings! I quickly corrected her, "It's the mother hen protecting her chicks..."

Aunt Qiu's face flushed like a peach blossom: "That makes sense, but it's a little hard to part with them!" It seems Aunt Qiu is a
mother with deep affection for her children.

Aunt Qiu quickly brought me a cup of strong tea. As I sipped, I offered
advice on her upcoming business venture.

Aunt Qiu frowned, saying, "Decorating the storefront, sourcing goods, hiring help, expanding sales channels... these aren't
problems, it's just that getting a business license is quite troublesome. I don't know when it will be finally done..."
She sighed as she spoke.

I could deeply understand the bitterness and hardship in Aunt Qiu's words: in China, when dealing with government officials,
ordinary people are always the weaker party.

My brother knew the business license application process very well because Cheng Hong's father was the head of the Industry and Commerce Bureau. I
laughed , "Getting a business license is a headache for others, but it's a piece of cake for us..."

Aunt Qiu's face lit up with joy when she heard my father-in-law had a high-ranking position at the Industry and Commerce Bureau, and she kept saying, "I'm
so lucky , so lucky..."

"Aunt Qiu~, is there anything else that's bothering you? I'll give you my all, even if it means going bankrupt!" I teased.

"..." Aunt Qiu looked troubled but didn't speak.

Actually, even if Aunt Qiu hadn't said it outright, I knew she lacked start-up capital. Buying this old house
had almost completely drained all the savings she had accumulated from running her business back home.

I pulled a gold card from my wallet, handed it to Aunt Qiu, and said with a smile, "This is my secret stash of money.
Take it and use it first! If the business fails, forget about it; if it makes a profit, hehe, Aunt Qiu, you'll have to promise me one
thing ..."

If you ask me, "Brother, where did you get this secret stash of money?
I haven't seen her angelic face on my salary card since the first day of our marriage! Give me some advice..."

then I'll straighten my back and say to you, "This money is embezzled by me!" Damn it, I'm no
saint either! I bet anyone: in today's China,
who doesn't want to line their own pockets if they have the power to control cash? Truly selfless people, proportionally speaking,
are less than one in ten! At most, 0.000001!!!

Aunt Qiu, however, didn't take my card, only muttering, "I still have a few thousand yuan, I'll make do for now..."
Damn! A few thousand yuan isn't even enough to set up a street stall! Seeing my grim expression, Aunt Qiu could only clutch the gold card tightly in her hand,
turn around, and go into the inner bedroom to carefully hide it away…

When Aunt Qiu came out again, her face was beaming. She laughed cheerfully, “Little Shanzi~, you
’ve been hiding money from your wife! Tell me honestly: how much money is in this card?”

Emotions are contagious! I joked back, “Probably over two hundred thousand, I might as well
buy you, my chubby aunt…”

Upon hearing the amount, Aunt Qiu visibly trembled, stammering, “You, you, where did you get
so much money?…”

The easiest people to fool in the world aren’t children, but women, especially older women! I casually replied,
“This is what I earned doing business with friends before I got married…”

Sure enough, Aunt Qiu’s expression relaxed upon hearing this, and she leaned back on the sofa, muttering, “Little Shanzi
~, aren’t you afraid I’ll run off with your money? After all, I’m not your real aunt…” After saying that, she stared blankly at
the corner of the wall, lost in thought.

I didn’t want to answer this pointless question. Recalling the soft, full flesh of her inner thighs in the car earlier,
he couldn't help but slip his hand between her legs again, closing his eyes to rest—damn, I'm helping you, isn't it all for Dad! Don't you
know men have "four iron bodies"? You have a good brother who'd risk his life for my old man, don't you… (Note:
The "Four Ironclad Bonds" refer to those who have fought together, gone to the countryside together, shared spoils together, and frequented brothels together. These four types of people are
generally as close as brothers in life. Haozi and I are not only childhood friends but also inseparable
buddies : two years ago, on the night he ascended to power, Haozi and I together brutally raped a Russian woman.

A moment later, I heard Aunt Qiu sigh, "My Xiaoshanzi is such a good man—" She then
gently removed my hand and turned to go back into the bedroom.

After a long while, when Aunt Qiu reappeared before me, I was somewhat stunned: Aunt Qiu had removed her clothes,
wearing only a set of black underwear…

I thought to myself, "What does Aunt Qiu want? Does she want to 'repay me with her body'? Although I like picking wildflowers,
I have no interest in old women…" At this moment, I was completely sober, staring blankly at Aunt Qiu, unable to move forward or backward, and
unable to utter a word.

Seeing my innocent and naive look, Aunt Qiu couldn't help but chuckle: "Little Shanzi~,
didn't want Aunt Qiu to promise you something?..." As she spoke, she simply unhooked her bra, letting her pair of
large, gourd-like breasts spring out—

[Gourd-like Breasts]

Wow! Huge breasts, absolutely natural huge breasts! —Using these huge breasts for "breast cannons" would be the ultimate
... I was lost in thought.

Aunt Qiu's white flesh made me dizzy, and with the swaying of her chest, my penis immediately
stood up , paying its respects...

Aunt Qiu walked gracefully to me, reached out, and stroked my hair, revealing her true feelings: "Shanzi~,
we just met today, and you're already so willing to go to such lengths to help me, this fake aunt, even
letting me use your own savings first! If you don't mind that Aunt Qiu is a widow with bad luck, you can do whatever you want with this body..."
Aunt Qiu's voice already had a clear sob in it.

Aunt Qiu continued, "I heard your wife is about to give birth, so you probably haven't had a
normal sex life for a long time, right? Don't let my little brother get too pent up..." Seriously, am I being a senior? While
sex isn't vulgar, Aunt Qiu is really twisting my words: I just want to wait until her business is back to normal so I can use her
VAT invoices to do some illicit financial transactions! Over 200,000 yuan for one time? Do you think you're some kind of gold digger?!

Seeing that I remained unmoved, Aunt Qiu, with her jade-like figure, simply sat down next to me on the sofa. She
pulled me into her ample bosom and said in a sweet voice, "Shanzi~, just use me as a tool to relieve your pent-up desire. Anyway
, you won't break my pussy! It'll still look the same tomorrow..." (The word "fuck"
is pronounced in Aunt Qiu's dialect, the same applies below.)

As she spoke, Aunt Qiu rubbed her large, gourd-like breasts against my cheek: "Shanzi~, you should still call me
'sister' from now on! If you're ever feeling pent-up, just come and fuck my flesh. Anyway, my pussy is just sitting idle..."

My God, what incredibly sweet words! Besides, what normal adult man could resist such
seductive "breast-rubbing" magic! Especially since I'm currently in the period of being a celibate young man, sometimes hungry, sometimes full!

At this moment, my sexual hunger ignited the most intense desire in my body: who cares if she's more than ten years older than me! Breaking the taboo,
venting my pent-up desire—fucking an old woman once in a while, what's the big deal!

"You can't mess with seniority, an aunt is an aunt! How can you be demoted to a sister..." I straightened my back and started kneading
her —I was quite embarrassed, handling breasts that I couldn't hold in one hand for the first time.

Seeing me kneading, pinching, and sucking, Aunt Qiu seemed extremely happy. She bit my earlobe and said in a seductive voice:
"Shanzi~~, let's go to the bedroom, I'll lie on the bed, and you can do your thing..."

Agreed, completely agreed! I spat out the nipple from my mouth, slapped her big white buttocks hard, and laughed:
"Today I've really become a lustful devil..."

After saying that, Aunt Qiu and I went into the bedroom side by side. (Although I had the thought of carrying her into the house, considering her weight
and my own physique, the thought vanished faster than a rabbit...)

After getting into bed, the first thing I did was pull down Aunt Qiu's black thong (she's a conservative old woman after all;
Cheng Hong and Gu Jing both wear sexy thongs), but I made her put on a black camisole. Firstly, that way her
huge breasts wouldn't be so dazzling, and secondly, the subtle glimpses were more sexy—actually, it's more fun not
to strip .

Thinking about it, I realized I was quite a jerk, not feeling a single bit of pity for Aunt Qiu. I turned on
the adjustable bedside lamp, turned Aunt Qiu's large white buttocks towards the light, and examined them
closely

[The Allure of the Rear]

"What a beautiful and picturesque scene!" I exclaimed sincerely.

Aunt Qiu, hearing my constant "tsk tsk" sounds of surprise, turned her head with difficulty and asked, "Shanzi~, what's wrong?
Is my pussy ugly, scaring you?"

I know that women, regardless of age, care most about a man's opinion of their body, especially the man they've given themselves
to —that's the golden rule!

I quickly interrupted, making a joke: "Aunt Qiu~, don't talk nonsense, I was stunned by the beautiful scenery!
You're really old but still have a hot heart..." I almost blurted out the truth about "old but young pussy," but luckily I've practiced my tongue
and stopped myself quickly.

I'm a civilized man and don't like to use vulgar language during sex. If any girl
were to shout , I'd definitely become an "impotent"
guy immediately!

At this moment, Qi Qin's desolate singing "I am a wolf from the north..." came through the phone on my bedside
table and the phone rang...

(3) Prelude

This classic old song by Qi Qin, "I am a wolf from the north", is the
ringtone .

As soon as I pressed the answer button, Haozi's scolding voice came through: "Damn! You always make me
call , can't you take the initiative to call me to let me know you're safe?"

I chuckled: "Brother, once the sun sets, can you still make a call? I'm afraid you'll be scared into a '
wilt' brother..." Haozi is a groom every night, and unless there is a particularly urgent matter, I usually don't call him at night.

Haozi's frivolous laughter came through the phone, and then he said: "Damn, I still '
clean my gun' during the day! I'm relieved that you got home safely, brother, you really understand your brother, you're currently holding down a girl..."
Before I could reply, there was a busy tone of "beep, beep, beep".

Seeing how close Haozi and I were, Aunt Qiu couldn't help but enviously say, "It's better to be a man. Men have
true friendships! Unlike women, they're all so petty..."

I laughed and said, "Aunt Qiu, you're mistaken. You can't generalize! I've seen real '
close friends'..." Aunt Qiu just gave a wry smile and didn't continue the topic. Just

as I was about to continue my "grand plan," a hoarse male voice rang out from outside the courtyard: "Zhang family
sister—are you asleep?"

Hearing this man's voice, Aunt Qiu jumped out of bed as if stung by a wasp. She pulled her t-shirt
over her head, kicked off her skirt, and rushed out. Then I heard Aunt Qiu unleash a torrent of angry curses
in her dialect ... I guessed: the man outside must be a sex harasser!

In the blink of an eye, with a loud slam of the door, Aunt Qiu stood before me, her face pale, even faster than Guan Yu who "killed Hua Xiong
while the wine was still warm."

"Who dares to anger my Aunt Qiu? I'll go out and cripple him..." I feigned a fierce, ready-to-fight
stance. Sigh... the most effective way for a man to win a woman's heart is to skillfully act as a "
garbage can .

"It's that old lecherous widower, Yuan the Cripple! Shanzi, what are you doing? I've already
chased him away!" Aunt Qiu exhaled a breath of anger, and only after her emotions had gradually calmed down did she tell me the whole story


this man nicknamed "Yuan the Cripple," whose real name was Yuan Puming, was 53 years old and, like Aunt Qiu, from
B County, H Province in northern China. Yuan the Cripple left his hometown at 19 to make a living in J Province. Because of his disability, he never had
a formal job, so he set up a bicycle repair stall on the street in Zhuangyuan Lane, enduring wind and rain for over
thirty years. He was a man of hardship; all three women he married died within two years of each other
. The older women in the neighborhood whispered among themselves that Yuan the Cripple was a wicked ghost reincarnated as a "woman-killer."

After Aunt Qiu moved into Zhuangyuan Lane, Yuan the Cripple discovered by chance that she was a widowed woman
and moreover, from the same hometown! He immediately pounced on her like a wildcat smelling fish, thinking he had an opportunity, and
started harassing her at her door. At first, Aunt Qiu was relatively polite and warm to Yuan the Cripple because of his strong local dialect, until one
day , when Yuan the Cripple pinned her down on the sofa and tried to force himself on her, Aunt Qiu finally saw his ugly face.

Fortunately, Yuan the Cripple was a man with only "two legs," and although he had tremendous strength, he was not stable on his feet,
and Aunt Qiu gained the upper hand in the struggle. Having been slapped hard across the face, Yuan the Cripple could only scramble
away ...

From then on, Yuan the Cripple, embodying the "never give up" spirit of the Chinese men's football team, began a guerrilla war of harassment against Aunt Qiu, a minor disturbance
every three days and a major one every five...

Aunt Qiu sighed, "Men are living in a prosperous and thriving society now. Finding a woman to relieve their pent-up desires is just a
trivial matter, why bother with a widow like me! Besides, this Yuan the Cripple is a '
woman-killing jinx' reincarnated from a demon..."

What 'woman-killing jinx' reincarnated from a demon? I guess it's because Yuan the Cripple's semen contains toxins that a woman's
body can't dissolve...

Thinking about it, Yuan the Cripple is a pitiful man. Alas, every woman cherishes her genitals like her own life, yet men in this world
insist on targeting women's genitals! If Yuan the Cripple wanted to find a woman, he should have looked down, like a
village woman nearby, why did he have to target Aunt Qiu? How could a woman like Aunt Qiu possibly be interested in you? What do you have
that she could love? You're just wasting your time. I need to have a good talk with that cripple Yuan tomorrow, so I don't do anything foolish like "a few minutes
of pleasure for , several winters of suffering for the big head."

On another note, relationships between men and women are actually simple: it's all about "matching social status." In ancient times, it was called "
a talented man and a beautiful woman ," and the story of the oil seller who won the heart of the courtesan is just a myth. In modern times, women are more
realistic and more particular about "matching social status," with money taking precedence! In short, a man needs to have something to hold a woman's heart
: money, character, looks, family background, etc. You, a migrant worker from the countryside, try pursuing a woman in
an office building ? That's just wishful thinking!

Take me for example, I come from a highly educated family, I have a master's degree, I'm handsome, and I'm 1.82
meters tall… I have almost everything a modern woman looks for in a man. Otherwise, why would Cheng Hong, the daughter of an official, marry
me? You know, female doctors and nurses in hospitals are the most picky women. They not only love to compare themselves to each other,
but almost all of them are extremely difficult to deal with…

Damn, speak of the devil, and he appears. I was just about to continue my long chatter with Aunt Qiu when my
phone on the bedside table started ringing repeatedly: "Honey~ Answer the phone quickly~ It's your wife~"

This was the special ringtone Cheng Hong had set for herself on my phone. I answered the phone, and it was nothing more than a round of
pleasantries —the usual advice about "pregnant women needing to maintain a regular lifestyle in the ten days or so before delivery, eating well, resting well, conserving energy
, and waiting patiently for labor; paying attention to nutrition before delivery, eating small, frequent meals, and ensuring sufficient supplementation"
was just nonsense and presumptuous in front of Cheng Hong.

As I answered the phone, I caught a glimpse of a hint of depression flash across Aunt Qiu's face—jealousy is a woman's
nature !

Fearing Aunt Qiu might cause some more trouble, I quickly pulled her into my arms, kneading her large breasts with my left hand and kneading her vulva with
my right. Soon, I felt Aunt Qiu's body gradually heat up, and she began to writhe in my arms…

I pushed Aunt Qiu down, spread her rounded thighs, parted the pubic hair, and revealed the glistening, crimson “pearl”


[Jade Clam Holding Pearl].

Looking at the vivid and clear vulva before me, I felt a pang of
emotion teenage years when I first saw a real vulva: It was a summer evening,
and I, just entering puberty, was playing wildly and sweating profusely when I ran to the public water pipe to wash my head with tap water (when I was little,
we lived in a single-story house without kitchen or bathroom facilities; the kitchen and bathroom were shared). A young woman was squatting
there washing vegetables when a gust of wind blew, lifting her skirt—she wasn't wearing underwear! —It was all
white inside, except for that dark forest in the middle—as a young boy, I almost had a nosebleed from looking at it…

I tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to sleep, the black and white scene
replaying in my mind over and over again. Finally, I had to sneak outside, and my crotch remained hard all night! Poor me
… back then I didn't know that masturbation could be a way for men to relieve stress…

Times have changed. While I wouldn't claim to have seen countless women these days, at least when they spread their legs wide, revealing
their "assets," I feel no excitement.

I used my left thumb and forefinger, alternating between light and heavy pressure, slow and fast, to rub the "pearl"—to
be honest , Aunt Qiu's figure was still impactful: my wife and Gu Jing, whom I know well, are
petite, while Aunt Qiu is tall and robust.

Aunt Qiu is about 1.7 meters tall, with a rounded figure, full curves, and delicate skin all over her body. Even the hair on
her legs is very light, almost like two smooth thighs, feeling wonderful to the touch, like playing with soft
jade. Particularly noteworthy is Aunt Qiu's skin—very white, very fine, lustrous, and elastic. Such
skin makes her like a ripe peach, making one worry that a strong touch would cause it to ooze moisture.

After rubbing for a while, I secretly wondered: how strange, why isn't any honey flowing out? According to my sexual
experience , stirring up her clitoris should be like turning on a tap...

Aunt Qiu, however, was extremely perceptive. She laughed and said, "No water? Of course there's no water! This is an
old well that's been dry for over ten years...

" A dry well? How could that be! You're not a menopausal old woman, but a ripe, vibrant forty-
year-old! I just haven't found your "tap."

I don't believe I can't find your tap! Today I'll make sure you're overflowing with spring water! My competitive spirit
was fiercely ignited—even if I have to search every inch of land, I will find the location of the "tap"!

I began to search according to the usual female erogenous zones: earlobes, neck, lower abdomen, inner thighs,
back, soles of feet... but the results were mediocre.

Just when I was almost in despair, a shiver ran through Aunt Qiu, giving me
the joy of breaking the deadlock! At that moment, my hand was caressing her armpit—I sneered to myself: Old women always like to play
tricks ; the "tap" is hidden under her armpit!

As the saying goes, "It's better to break one finger than to injure all ten." I concentrated all my firepower on Aunt Qiu's
armpits and launched a three-dimensional cross-attack:

Aunt Qiu trembled all over, and her snow-white fat
rippled dried-up "Jade Gate Pass" had now become a gushing "Pearl Spring"...
The humming sounds in Aunt Qiu's nose were replaced by moans.

Aunt Qiu's moans were particularly unrestrained, utterly undisguised. This raw, unadulterated female beauty, like the iron hand of a strong man,
repeatedly plucked at the strings of my fragile heart. My penis, held firmly in Aunt Qiu's fleshy palm, was now
"sharpening its knife," ready to "face the cattle and sheep"...

I lay back on the bed, hoping Aunt Qiu would give me a blowjob, but I was too embarrassed to say it aloud. After all
, we had only known each other for a day, and it was our first time making love...

I thought to myself, if she doesn't want to, then so be it. Forcing a woman is the least interesting thing. Because I
knew that at least 90% of respectable women wouldn't want a blowjob.

Just as I was weighing my options, wondering whether to ask, a surge of pleasure coursed through my spine
! Aunt Qiu swallowed my penis whole, her movements wide and forceful, leaving me without a single tooth! I know, this is
the legendary "deep throat"—

[Deep Throat Ecstasy]

one bite at a time, it's so incredibly pleasurable!

If a woman truly loves you or cherishes you, she's willing to give up her body. Although Gu Jing gave me oral sex almost every day while
I was on a business trip , there's still a significant difference compared to Aunt Qiu: Gu
Jing is, after all, a high-class white-collar worker with extremely high self-esteem or rather, a sense of shame, and she can never overcome
the last ; while Aunt Qiu has truly let go completely. To put it bluntly, she only
uses herself as a tool to please men. As long as she can use her body to make the man she loves happy, she's satisfied.

My penis was tightly enveloped by her tongue, lips, saliva, and drool. Aunt Qiu's hands precisely rubbed
my scrotum, and under her coordinated and fierce attack, waves of pleasure surged, one after another, growing increasingly intense,
surging towards my ejaculation...

If Gu Jing's oral sex was like a "soft whisper" on a string, then Aunt Qiu's was
a magnificent "symphony": not only did it have a main melody like a "rushing rain," but it also had a "mixed and
intricate" interlude of "gentle plucking and strumming"—a truly exquisite performance!

Aunt Qiu didn't just "deep throat"; she would sometimes fill my penis with her mouth, and even continue licking downwards. This "poisonous dragon" sent
shivers down my spine—a continuous shiver. In Aunt Qiu's fast-paced "pearls falling on a jade plate," I,
who prided myself on "iron spear," was instantly routed...

It seems the "poisonous dragon" is indeed powerful! Although I often go to "brothels" to have fun, I have my own
bottom line : I must wear a condom and not touch the mouth of a prostitute.

So just now was the first time I was "poisoned". As for what "poisoned" means? Anyway, I think
that's what Aunt Qiu did just now. I can't compare with professionals.

I started to worry: Aunt Qiu is serving me so hard. Even if I "go for the second time" later, I definitely won't last
more than five minutes...

(4) Battle

I was a little disappointed in myself. Why can't I stand Aunt Qiu's moaning? I was so eager to have sex that
I couldn't control myself.

A man's pride gave me more courage. My equipment has been tempered by women: just now
was just an appetizer. The main course hasn't been served yet. Hmph, the show is yet to come!

Aunt Qiu swallowed the semen whole, then used her tongue to roll up my penis, repeating this several times until it was completely
clean …

Men, only when a woman willingly throws herself into your arms can you truly taste the flavor of womanhood. All
women are classic "two-faced" types; in public, they all pretend to be ladies, but only under the man they love do they
revert to their true nature.

What is "making love"? For men, as long as there's a vagina to penetrate and they can ejaculate, that's enough; they don't
care who the woman is. Simply put, it's sex without any "love." Women, on the other hand,
are mostly driven by "love." From this perspective, a woman's infidelity, for the sake of "love"
or the pursuit of "love," is understandable and deserving of sympathy. Even though they are condemned by Confucian traditional morality
as "adulteresses" and bear the infamy, even eternal infamy, like the infamous Pan Jinlian.

Aunt Qiu, her eyes glazed, said, "I haven't smelled this juice for over ten years..." It seemed the physical intimacy
they'd just shared had filled the void of her long-standing loneliness, and her sexual hunger had been somewhat alleviated.

Aunt Qiu knelt before me, and with her soft, boneless right hand, began rhythmically rubbing my scrotum...
Damn, so impatient! I'm not a god, I can't recover in time! A slight unease crept into my heart.

At this moment, Aunt Qiu said with unusual seriousness, "People, everything else is secondary, only health is the most important
! Shanzi~, we're destined to meet, so I'll pass on a secret recipe to you..."

It turned out that Aunt Qiu's early husband's death made her more concerned about her health than most. Once, on a snowy day
, she kindly gave a hot meal to a wandering nun, who in return taught her several massage
techniques as a token of gratitude.

Aunt Qiu said, "My current massage techniques are very beneficial for men, having the effect of strengthening essence and nourishing the complexion..."
As she spoke, she began to explain various acupoints in detail.

Who in modern times doesn't value health and wellness? I listened carefully, secretly memorizing each move: I
must tell my wife, Cheng Hong, about this; her professional knowledge will surely make this technique famous!

"Sweetie, your smile is so sweet, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze..." Just as I was making my own
plans, my phone rang again.

This time, I wasn't annoyed that it interrupted my good time; on the contrary, I was extremely surprised and delighted: It was Gu Jing! It was Gu Jing
calling!! It was Gu Jing, all the way from France, calling!!

Scenes from my trip to Qingdao flashed through my mind...

On the return flight, Gu Jing fiddled with my phone, her face flushed with shyness, and said, "Brother—, I've set
Teresa Teng 's 'Tian Mi Mi' as my ringtone, so you'll always remember the sweetness of Qingdao...

" Thinking of her radiant smile, my heart ached terribly! She went to France to clear her head, and I
knew I was a big part of it! My hands trembled with excitement, and a tear rolled down my cheek...

I checked the time; it was 10:36 PM Beijing time. Converting to a time zone, it
was probably around 4:30 PM in Paris. I took a deep breath before answering—

knowing Gu Jing's shyness, I spoke first: "Sweetie~~, wasn't the sunset in Paris beautiful?"

"Brother~~, you're not forgetful, you even know it's daytime in France..." Gu Jing replied
sweetly .

"Did you have fun, sweetie?" I tried my best to suppress my excitement.

Gu Jing's clear, cheerful laughter rang out: "To paraphrase a common saying, you won't know until you see it, the world is truly amazing! I've visited
many classic historical sites, including the beautiful and enchanting French Riviera, the ski resorts in
the Alps, the Louvre, Notre Dame Cathedral, the banks of the Seine, the Palace of Versailles, Fontainebleau, Strasbourg, Mont Saint-Michel, Chambord..."
Her fluent, clear Jiangnan accent flowed like a gentle stream from my headphones, giving me
a feeling .

Gu Jing continued, "The high-speed trains (TGV) here are truly astonishingly fast. Compared to them,
the so-called ' are like snails... Oh, by the way, I specially enjoyed a French feast at noon
: snails, truffles, foie gras, caviar..."

...

Finally, Gu Jing said sadly, "The more fun you have during the day, the more you miss your brother at night..." She
then began to sob.

I knew that being away from home could be especially lonely, so I carefully gave her some more advice before hanging up
the phone .

While I was on the phone, Aunt Qiu didn't say a word, just kept her head down, massaging my acupoints. After I hung up,
she looked up at me, seemingly hesitant to speak. I found it a bit funny, so I simply
told her everything about Gu Jing.

Aunt Qiu sighed, "Alas, true love is often hard to find! So this rich young woman is your true love!"

I nodded in agreement, "That's right, I love her so much! A love that's ingrained in my bones!! My wife, Cheng Hong, is just fulfilling
her marital responsibilities!"

I didn't want to discuss Gu Jing with Aunt Qiu anymore, afraid of desecrating the angel in my heart. So I started talking about sex again—

in our country with its severely imbalanced population, women have no shortage of suitors; even the ugliest woman
has a bright red "heart"! At that moment, I suddenly remembered a folk saying: "The person is ugly, but the vagina isn't; if you think the vagina is ugly,
you have nowhere to go." Hehe, so true! It's clear that the wisdom of the masses is boundless.

Regarding a woman's vulva, I can only offer physical desire; oral pleasure is absolutely out of the question—yes
, I'll do anything you ask, even bark like a dog for my woman, but I will never lick
a woman's ! Call me selfish or lacking in mutual support, that's just who I am!

"Let's go into the cave! After this round, we'll retreat..." I ordered myself. Because I was worried about Gu Jing,
I was feeling a bit down, and my libido was greatly diminished.

Aunt Qiu was truly an extremely understanding woman. Seeing my melancholy expression, she knelt down
in front of my crotch, sandwiched my semi-erect penis between her large breasts, and slowly began to rub it. Her plump, soft
breasts were like a vacuum cleaner, gradually drawing away my bad mood bit by bit, and my penis
became active again.

I rolled over, rubbed my penis against Aunt Qiu's soft belly a few times, then lifted her
legs, aimed my penis at her vulva, and was about to thrust in...

Aunt Qiu instinctively contracted, let out a soft moan, and then giggled, "Shanzi~, newly
married men are the hardest to handle, they're what's commonly called 'little leopards'! You have to go easy on me,
Aunt Qiu is, after all, a middle-aged woman..." Damn, I hadn't even cocked my gun yet, and Aunt Qiu was already begging for mercy.

I didn't answer; at this moment, any man's priority was "pleasure"! I thrust my hips forward, and my penis plunged
in—Aunt Qiu's passage was as loose as her age, and my penis didn't even feel the resistance of her vulva
before it was all the way in.

When I first inserted it, the passage was empty and dry. After a few movements, something magical happened. I never expected
Aunt Qiu's passage to have such a winding and secluded beauty—at that moment, her flower-like opening suddenly widened, tightly gripping my penis
and tightening its opening; the passage also opened and closed like the hard shell of a clam, emitting an extremely strong suction force… A

legendary instrument? Damn, this is definitely a legendary instrument! This is a perfect example of "a jade clam holding a pearl"!

Men are indeed animals that think with their lower bodies. At this moment, I had completely forgotten about Gu Jing, and my sexual desire was unprecedented.
My erection surged to an unprecedented height. Suppressing my overwhelming joy at finding a treasure, I stopped thrusting and simply pressed my penis against her clitoris, letting her
vaginal opening constrict the base of my penis, fully enjoying the tightness and powerful suction of her embrace…

At that moment, I recalled a wise saying: “All women are the same, only differing in their vaginas.”
Another expert in the art of sex had even made this assessment: “The world of vaginas is full of gems, even absolute gems.”
This time, I truly believed it! I couldn't help but echo, "The ultimate sex organ is in the world of old b!"...

Aunt Qiu said coquettishly, "Shanzi~~, you're so selfish! Move a little, let me have some fun too..."

I cursed inwardly, "Damn it, I'm not being selfish! If I give in to your wishes, at your pace,
I'll be done in ten minutes at most!" I ignored Aunt Qiu's urging, just letting my penis soak in the honey-filled passage
, sometimes kissing her neck, sometimes pinching her breasts, sometimes patting her buttocks, and more often attacking her armpits: repeatedly
rubbing her skin, gently and slowly pulling her armpit hair...

Aunt Qiu's face was as red as the morning sun, her body twisting violently, her moans like wolf howls, her jade gate like a burst dam, the spring
gushing forth, she was panting heavily, begging me to penetrate her. I saw that the time was right, so I slowly started to thrust,
and each thrust went all the way in, not caring about the number of times, only the quality.

Actually, playing with women is the same as driving a car, when it's time to shift gears, you have to shift. The one who's been speeding
along is the young man! I perked up, jokingly shifting gears and slowing down in one smooth motion,
without leaving a trace.

Having sex is like a mountain climbing trip. A man should not only enjoy the feeling of "looking down on all the mountains" at the summit
, but also appreciate the scenery along the way.

In my eyes, I saw the beautiful scenery of the car entering and leaving Yumen Pass, squeezing in and out of the cities large and small; in my ears, I heard
the "plop, plop" sound of the oxen pulling their hooves across the paddy fields—I couldn't be more pleased!

Aunt Qiu, seeing how good I am at playing with women, was probably both pleased and angry. Yes, this kind of superficial approach
will inevitably only make things worse, just like drowning your sorrows in alcohol only makes them worse.

Sure enough, Aunt Qiu hurriedly pushed me away, pounced on me, straddled me, and with her left hand, her
jade-like fingers held my penis, aimed it at the entrance, and sat down in one swift motion. This move was extremely common, the run-of-the-mill
"Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus"—

[Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus]

Aunt Qiu, the rider, once mounted her mount, galloped wildly along the mountain road as if she had lost her mind, until she was drenched
in fragrant sweat from the jolting, let out a cry, and collapsed limply onto my chest before finally pulling back the reins and falling off the horse.

Slightly raising her drunken eyes, Aunt Qiu saw that I was still vigorous, showing no sign of surrendering, which she found quite strange:
according to the sexual experience she and Yingying's father had accumulated, a man should penetrate, thrust a few times, and then ejaculate, usually
within five minutes. This young rascal is really young and strong; it's probably been over twenty minutes already…

Aunt Qiu, lost in her own thoughts, was quickly pulled back to reality by my words: “Aunt Qiu~, we've finished
admiring , how about we check out the back palace now…”

The old woman naturally understood what I meant. Aunt Qiu smiled coquettishly, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me however you like
!!”

Aunt Qiu got off the bed, her hands gripping the edge, sticking out her big, white, plump buttocks, ready to “invite the guest into the trap.”

Lately, I've been really into “hole number two”! Hearing her agree and willing to get off the bed to be fucked, I couldn't help but
feel overjoyed —fucking off the bed is much more enjoyable than fucking on the bed!

"Turning through the red pavilion, lowering the embroidered curtains," I arrived at the battlefield, first touching her large, fleshy breasts, then kneading her armpits, followed by a hard
slap on her large, white buttocks, and finally grasping the greasy flesh around her waist. Ascending my horse, I raised my silver spear and slowly
thrust into her mysterious harem…

I gasped, "Heavens, so tight! Never used it before?"

Aunt Qiu said in a seductive voice, "At least this is virgin territory! I haven't treated you badly today…"

My sexual partners are mainly my wife Cheng Hong and Gu Jing, both pampered young ladies. With them, I always
have to be gentle; but this time, facing the older woman Aunt Qiu, I felt no pity whatsoever. My mind
was only on four words: "Fuck, fuck hard!" So fucking that large, white buttocks was not only novel but also incredibly satisfying!
Making love—with "love," it's naturally a joyful experience; without "love," it can be quite a wild pleasure!

Aunt Qiu's moans became even more unrestrained than before, whether from pleasure or excessive stimulation, and her tone
changed, as she loudly uttered strings of dialect...

I don't care what you're saying, I can't understand it anyway! I immediately shifted to high gear, thrusting harder and harder each time
, filling the room with the sounds of "squirting, squelching" water and the "slap, slap, slap" of my thrusts against her plump buttocks...

Aunt Qiu suddenly swayed more violently, and under my careful "cooking," this "dish" quickly reached another "climax"—
[

Plowing the plump buttocks]

The rich feminine scent, combined with the intense contractions of her slippery buttocks, caused my penis, already in its bottleneck phase
, to ejaculate wildly... After several intense tremors, I was so exhausted that I collapsed onto Aunt Qiu's back, almost falling
to the ground.

What's most important for a man in his life? Career? Power? Money? ... These are all
bullshit . What good is power and money? It's still just three meals a day and a bed; even if you live a luxurious life, what good is it?
In the end, you can't take it with you when you die. So, in the short few decades of life, it is still very lucky for
a man ! ——— If a man is holding
the body of his beloved woman in his arms on a snowy night, then this man has not lived in vain.

We lay side by side, looking at the plump Aunt Qiu, I couldn't help but feel sad and really felt sorry for
her: I don't have a doppelganger of Sun Wukong either? Ah, who will comfort your lonely heart every night? ……

(5)

After a short rest, Aunt Qiu got out of bed naked. She pulled out a small red plastic basin from under the bed, and went out to get
a snow-white towel and a water bottle. After pouring the water, she sat on the edge of the bed and chatted with me casually,
waiting for the water in the basin to cool down...

This series of actions of Aunt Qiu is something that unmarried men definitely don't understand! — This is a good habit: women should wash their vulva
before going to bed , and it is best to use only hot water. Never use any of the gynecological cleaning agents recommended in advertisements!
This is the most effective way for women to prevent various gynecological diseases, and it should not be neglected even for a day!

Perhaps influenced by my doctor wife, I have a
keen I couldn't help but feel a bit more fond of Aunt Qiu.

At this moment, Aunt Qiu spread her legs, squatted over the small red basin, and began to wash her lower body. As she washed, she sighed...
She said, "My pussy is really strange, it's getting more and more delicate with age! A man hasn't had time to groom it, and now it
's become impotent! You almost fucked me to death just now! Luckily, this body can still take a beating..."

I laughed, "Aunt Qiu~, what does 'beating' mean? Let me tell you, in modern language it's called 'ravaging'
; in classical Chinese it's called 'attacking'..."

Aunt Qiu's fleshy face rippled, her laughter echoing in the small room. "You're so knowledgeable, no wonder you're a graduate student!"
After wiping her genitals clean, she didn't go out to get water, but instead, shaking her fleshy body, she rolled onto the bed.

"Shanzi~, don't leave tonight, I want to sleep with you for the night..." As she spoke, she had already placed my hand between
her legs, giving me a familiar and comfortable feeling.

In high spirits, I joked, "Aunt Qiu is so kind to me, even if you hit me with a stick, I won't
leave! Not only will I not leave, but I'll come back often; this is my home too!"

Aunt Qiu remained silent for a long time, but I could feel her shoulders trembling violently. Women, women made of water
, she's crying again!

Aunt Qiu sobbed, "This fleshy body, even if it only brings you a moment of pleasure, it's not a waste!"
Hearing this, I was truly moved, and my nose tingled: What a kind woman she is!
Always so humble, always thinking of others.

I fondled her large, fleshy breasts and laughed, "Aunt Qiu~, are you trying to move me to death?"

Aunt Qiu only gripped my hands tighter, and a sob escaped her lips.

I pretended to be serious and said, "Aunt Qiu~, I'm reminded of a famous saying by an ancient emperor. A
person like you is 'a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person who has transcended vulgar
interests , a person who is beneficial to the people…'"

Aunt Qiu was both amused and exasperated by my string of "person"s, and finally spoke up: "You
little ! How dare you be disrespectful to a great man…" Then she retorted irritably, "I'm nobody, just an
old woman with a slutty pussy!"

Hearing Aunt Qiu say this with such dramatic intonation, I… I burst into laughter, tears streaming down my face, and pinched her
large, , causing Aunt Qiu to gasp in pain and beg for mercy.

I released her and, unusually, uttered a vulgar remark: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll pluck all your pubic hair..."

Aunt Qiu hesitated for a long time, unable to find a response. Knowing I liked her inner thighs,
she pressed my hand down and began to rub it back and forth, which was the best answer she could give me—women are very
perceptive; after just one touch, they can accurately know which part of their body a man likes best.
This sensitivity is innate; all women possess this ability.

I was only focused on kneading her large breasts for pleasure, unaware that Aunt Qiu was currently engaged in a battle of wits:

Humans are all insatiable, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant, always wanting more! After this intimate exchange,
any lingering thought of "repaying a debt of gratitude" that Aunt Qiu initially had vanished. She too longed to capture my heart and enjoy
the pleasures of our union. Now that she sees I have a virtuous wife at home and a close white-collar friend outside, she's afraid I won't look back
once . She's determined to leave a lasting impression, to give me the gimmick of seeking her body. Remembering
my earlier joke about "plucking all your pubic hair," it's like a swordsman finding a lost secret manual,
a magic trick .

Aunt Qiu said in a sweet, seductive voice, "Shanzi~~, come help me pluck my pubic hair, and I'll give you a fake 'white tiger
' fucking, how about it?"

"That's a good suggestion! Although it's not perverted SM, it's still quite interesting," I cheered inwardly.
I'm not a god, how could I see Aunt Qiu's thoughts? I'm just an ordinary person, doing ordinary things that men like to seek thrills
.

No sooner said than done. I got out of bed, filled the small red basin with hot water, and diligently found a bar of scented soap on
the washstand "Damn! No razor! Am I really going to have to pluck them one by one? Even if
Aunt Qiu doesn't die of pain, I'll be exhausted..."

"Aunt Qiu~, do you have a razor at home?" I asked hesitantly.

"What a coincidence, we actually do have a razor! It was a birthday present Yingying bought for her uncle when we went shopping last week
. We'll use this one for now, and I'll buy her a new one later. I'll
go get it ..." Seeing my helpless look, Aunt Qiu couldn't help but feel smug: it seems this kid really likes this kind of thing!

When Aunt Qiu returned from Yingying's room, she not only brought back a brand-new Japanese brand electric
razor , but also a small pair of scissors—I guess these scissors were also Yingying's, used specifically for trimming eyebrows
? I really couldn't be sure. I didn't need to find out; having a handy tool was enough.

"Shanzi~, take it easy, don't rush!!" Aunt Qiu was still
a little .

Seeing this, I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Aunt Qiu~, don't be afraid! Xiao Hong often shaves
pubic hair in the delivery room. Although I haven't tried it, I know the operating procedures~. At most, it won't be clean, it definitely won't break the skin
..." Actually, I didn't know anything.

Hearing my words, Aunt Qiu seemed to have taken a reassurance, spread her legs wide, and laughed, "Then go ahead and do it!"

I started my
pleasant . First, I used small scissors to remove the tall weeds, and then used an electric razor to sweep away the stubborn enemies.
Driven by my super sense of responsibility, when I hummed "There is a beautiful woman in the middle of the water", I perfectly accomplished my hegemony -

[Smooth Zone]

"Are you done?" Aunt Qiu asked me uncertainly when she saw me get up.

I laughed heartily, "Mission accomplished! How does it feel?"

Aunt Qiu moved her hips to the bedside lamp, lowered her head to examine herself closely, and murmured, "I don't really feel anything, just a
cool, damp place..." Aunt Qiu then turned around, giggling.

I was quite puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Aunt Qiu said, "I only saw my own vagina clearly today!"

Women are truly fickle. Just a moment ago, Aunt Qiu was all smiles, but now her face was suddenly frosty. She sighed softly,
"Thinking about it, I really feel sorry for my deceased husband! Maybe I was too concerned about my vagina when I was young. When we were
intimate, I never allowed him to do it with the lights on, let alone spread his legs wide for him to see! Ah~,
if I could turn back time, I would definitely satisfy him completely! Now that I'm this age, looking back,
what is a woman's vagina anyway? It's just a cunt for peeing, what's so precious about it?"

Afraid that Aunt Qiu would dwell on the past and ruin her good mood today, I comforted her, "You might be right, you..."
It's only through growing up, step by step, from my teenage years to today, that I've come to this idea! It's not wrong for a woman to respect herself, but
pretending to be a lady in front of her lover is pointless. Besides deceiving herself, it will only make the man gradually dislike her…” Actually,
every woman likes a man to flirt with her; she's just shy and wears a mask.

Seeing Aunt Qiu still sighing, I chuckled and said, “Aunt Qiu, do you know
the ideal ?”

Aunt Qiu paused for a moment, then gently shook her head.

I said, “The ideal woman in a man's heart is like this—'a noblewoman outside, a housewife at home, and a slut in
bed .'” "Actually, women who meet all three criteria are extremely rare. The reason I brought up
this joke was to distract Aunt Qiu and stop her from dwelling on the past.

Aunt Qiu was indeed drawn to this classic joke. She laughed, 'A noblewoman? I
can't be one . I'll wait for a better rebirth in the next. A housewife? I am now, and a very competent one at that. A slut?
I wasn't before, and I don't want to be, but for you, I'll start learning now…'

With that, Aunt Qiu moved her hips in front of me, doing the splits, spreading her right hand and stroking the
smooth the opening and moved it in and out, accompanied by moans,
her nectar spurted out like falling petals—"

[Self-pleasure]

While I was trimming my pubic hair just now, I almost stopped several times to just have some sex first. But now, seeing such a gorgeous
scene, how could I possibly resist? I jumped onto the bed and, with a "flip," plunged inside... This
epic battle lasted a long time, breaking all my records: I fucked for almost ninety minutes straight! ...

"After fucking for a cigarette, the pleasure is like that of a god." "Every time I finish fucking her, I absolutely have to smoke a cigarette; it's become a habit
of mine.

As I puffed out smoke, letting every pore of my body relax, I used my left hand to scoop up Aunt Qiu's large, cotton-like breasts
and knead them, while my thoughts drifted far away: I must have recently pleased God with his prayers, as I've been plagued by a string of
romantic entanglements : not only have I enjoyed the pleasure of 'deep throat,' but I've also plucked two chrysanthemums. Today, I even
tried a different kind of fun, 'shaving her pubic hair,' how delightful!

Aunt Qiu rested her head on her right hand, gazing at me with deep affection. She said softly, 'Shanzi~, I
love watching you smoke!'" "Damn, I'm most afraid of women's gazes as deep as the sea!"

I couldn't help but reach out and press Aunt Qiu's head down to block her thread-like gaze.

Aunt Qiu misunderstood; she rolled over and crawled between my legs, opened her mouth, and swallowed my penis all the way down
. She didn't lick or peck, just held it deep inside, letting her saliva moisten it… I guessed this was her
secret method of "using yin to strengthen yang."

I exhaled the last puff of smoke, stubbed it out, leaned back, and let out a long, comfortable breath. At that moment
, I couldn't help but feel a little smug: what else is left for me to finish? Is this my homework? Couple bath, oral sex, breast massage, anal
sex, facial... I silently counted.

Suddenly, two terrifying words popped into my mind: foot fetish! My God, isn't that perverted...?

Just then, Aunt Qiu's phone rang. She glanced at the screen, pressed her index finger to her lips, and whispered: It's
Yingying calling... After saying that, she got out of bed naked, swaying her plump buttocks as she walked towards the outer room.

A flash of lightning suddenly struck my mind: I wonder how tender little Yingying's feet are...

In a daze, a slender young woman revealed a pair of delicate white jade feet, gracefully walking towards me on lotus blossoms...

[The End]

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