I am 24 years old, 181 cm tall, with a sturdy build. After graduating from university, I work in warehousing. There isn't much work every day, and after returning home from work, there's nothing much to do either. My family has two apartments, both on the second floor, next to each other. The one I live in is a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, very simple. One bedroom has a very large bed, and the other room holds my computer and some messy stuff.
In the evening, I go online, often visiting some pornographic websites. When I see stimulating moments, I also quickly masturbate or something.
Because since parting with my female partner a year ago, I haven't sought anyone else. Every time I see desire-heightening tools, I can't help but want to find a woman to fuck.
Over the years, it was always our two families running up and down the stairs, especially in summer when I went to her house. Aunt Fang Ping wore few clothes and didn't mind much. While I played with her son, Aunt Fang Ping would walk around in front of us wearing very sheer shorts and a T-shirt. I always couldn't help but sneak glances. Aunt Fang Ping's breasts were unusually large and not too saggy. She also wore those creamy yellow shorts, so sheer you could almost see through them, with what seemed like black underwear underneath, stretched tight. When she walked, you could see most of her buttocks swaying back and forth.
Sometimes, I couldn't help but get an erection in front of his son, so I could only cover up and go downstairs, back to my room to jerk off vigorously. While masturbating, my mind was full of fantasies about Aunt Fang Ping's body. This kind of life lasted for about a year or two. Because the two families were very close, and there was a big age gap between me and Fang Ping, I could only fantasize and never made any excessive moves that would let her notice.
Then, Aunt Fang Ping herself walked in, went straight to the computer room. I turned on the light, she walked to the computer, which still had the unclosed pornographic novel saved on it. Aunt Fang Ping said: 'What kind of novel is this, let me see.' She actually sat down and started reading. I stood by the river, thinking about how hard it is to earn a salary. If she saw the paper I used to wipe up the semen still next to the keyboard, it would be over, so embarrassing. Aunt Fang Ping read for a little while, but standing there, it felt like an eternity to me.
"Hey, Jinming, the fuse at my house blew. There’s someone at Jialing’s house. Hurry up and come take a look for me. I don’t know how to fix it, hurry, I’m dying of heat."
"Oh, wait a moment, I’ll go up right away."
Damn it, she didn’t start when I didn’t want her to, but right when I was about to cum, her period came. I quickly tore off a piece of toilet paper and wiped off the fluid flowing all over my dick. Then I grabbed a screwdriver and went upstairs. As soon as I entered, the room was pitch dark, almost impossible to see anything, and extremely hot, like a steamer.
"Jinming, hurry up and help me take a look,"
"Aunt Fang Ping, where is the fuse box? Don't you even have a flashlight?" "Oh, the batteries are dead"
Because I kept thinking about Aunt Fang Ping's figure, and since I hadn't ejaculated during the earlier masturbation session, my cock had been hard all along. I was embarrassed and tried to make it go soft, but it stubbornly stayed erect. My cock, when held in my hand, still revealed a large portion, and I was wearing a pair of large shorts, so the tent was exceptionally obvious. I glanced at Aunt Fang Ping sheepishly and noticed she was shining the flashlight on the fuse box, but her eyes were looking at my lower body. Sensing my gaze, she then shifted her eyes back to the fuse box.
I ran down again, brought a flashlight, and turned it on. Wow! Aunt Fang Ping was wearing a big white tank top, her hair hanging down. She seemed extremely hot, covered in sweat. The tank top was wet and stuck to her body. In the dim light, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra; her entire figure was almost as if naked. My dick immediately reacted, swelling up rapidly. But I didn't dare look more, then ran to the balcony, stepped onto the ledge, and started reconnecting the fuse.
Although these movements were very slight, I still noticed them. At that moment, I didn't think much of it. Taking advantage of the light, I quickly reconnected the fuse, and the house was immediately lit up.
"Okay, it's finally lit. Hurry down and wipe off the sweat, drink some water, come on. Let me help you down." I turned around, and my body was just facing Auntie's face. My dick was a bit soft by then, but still a little tent. Auntie Fang Ping seemed a little embarrassed too and didn't dare look at me directly. She reached out and grabbed my arm. I jumped down; the balcony was very narrow. When I jumped down and used my hand to steady myself on the ledge, my swollen dick happened to press against Auntie Fang Ping's body.
At that moment, I felt even more embarrassed and quickly said, 'I'm going downstairs now. Call me if you need anything.' After saying that, I went downstairs.
Sitting in front of the computer, I thought of the earlier scene, so I turned on the computer and looked at pornographic novels, fantasizing that the female character in the content was Aunt Fang Ping and me having passionate sex. My cock immediately swelled up. I started vigorously stroking it up and down when suddenly I heard someone knocking on the door outside. Damn it, why is there always something! Unwillingly, I went over and opened the door. It turned out to be Aunt Fang Ping. She was holding a large bucket of Pepsi and said to me, 'Here, such a hot day, take this cola to drink.'
This summer, the weather was unusually hot. I happened to download a Western adult film. While stroking my cock and watching the film, I was sweating profusely from pleasure. Suddenly, the telephone rang. I answered; it was Aunt Fang Ping. What a disappointment...
Aunt Fang Ping turned around: 'Jinming, do you often watch things like this?' 'Auntie, I...'
"Okay, stop talking. Hurry and throw away these papers, don't leave them on the table." At this point, I blushed even more, but the dick in my pants was uncooperative and got hard again, seeming especially hard and swollen, pressing against the fabric. I awkwardly walked away, and just as I was about to kneel down, I suddenly saw Fang Ping, Auntie's dark flesh looming in my heart?br /> At this time she was rubbing my dick through my pants. I immediately understood, my head heated up, blood surged, and I suddenly picked up Auntie Fang Ping and walked into the bedroom? placing her on the bed. Auntie Fang Ping also pushed down the waistband of my pants, and my dick was already hard as iron, probably reaching 17 centimeters. Auntie Fang Ping started kissing me with her little mouth. Her oral skills were really great, sucking and blowing, and even using the tip of her tongue to lick my glans? what was crucial was that she followed my lead and kissed it down, using her tongue to pick at my shaft. I grabbed her hair with one hand and her big breast with the other. Every time she licked once, my whole body went numb. I pulled her hair harder, then lifted her head and stuffed my dick into her mouth, then up and down let her suck and work it.
“Ah... oh oh... so good, so good I could die...” I couldn’t help but shout.
I immediately turned her buttocks around and rubbed her clitoris with my fingers. The moment I touched it, her whole body trembled. Following my movements, Aunt Fangping began to moan wantonly.
“Ah... oh... hiss... ahhhhh, ugh... oh oh oh... push harder.” Her butt kept swaying back and forth. I looked and saw that her whole cunt was already soaking wet. The finger I had inserted into her cunt had changed from one to two, and then I slipped in three. Aunt Fang Ping used her mouth to suck my cock hard, and my fingers sped up too. Before long, her aunt had stopped moving, only resting her head on my cock.
"Oh oh... ah ah... a little faster, you’re too amazing, my whole body is getting sore to death... oh ah... ah, okay, stop rubbing, hurry up and come fuck me... hurry... oh ah, fuck me quickly... Jinming... hurry..." Hearing that, I immediately turned over, lifted my big cock, and thrust it in... "Ah... so deep, it’s pressing me to death, so full... ah..." Because tonight I had done several rounds of masturbation, each time I was almost about to cum but didn’t. As soon as my cock entered Fang Ping’s pussy, her vagina grew warm and tight, and I could almost no longer control myself from cumming. I immediately took a breath and started fucking with nine shallow thrusts and one deep one. My ass was covered in slutty juice, and the impacts went "pa, pa, pa"... Fang Ping tightly wrapped her arms around my waist, her two legs curling up, welcoming my thrusting, "li, zi, pu, zi, pa, pa"
"Ah, oh ah oh, use more force, push into my flower heart, use more force, little treasure, you're amazing, fuck harder, ah ah... fuck me to death, fuck me to death. ... ah ah. ... I'm so comfortable to death... ah..." Hearing Aunt Fang Ping's wanton cries, I increased my strength, speeding up the rhythm and force of my thrusts. With each deep thrust, she raised her chest and cried out loudly; it seemed she couldn't get enough of it. After fucking her a hundred times, I turned Aunt Fang Ping over again and let her lie face down on the bed. I sat on top of her and inserted my dick into her riverside again. I grabbed her shoulder with one hand and her hair with the other, sped up the thrusting, and each time pushed all the way in to the deepest part.
"Ah ah…… oh oh…… I can't take it, my pussy is about to be fucked to pieces…… ah ah……" I thrust harder and harder, and the insides of my thighs started to go numb; I couldn't help it either. "Oh, oh, ah ah, Auntie, I'm about to cum……"
“Come on, cum, Auntie got sterilized. Come, shoot it inside. Ah ah, oh oh oh” Auntie Fang Ping wrapped her legs around my waist, thrusting her butt upward even harder. I suddenly couldn’t hold back and ejaculated. Scalding semen shot into Auntie Fang Ping’s little pussy, so hot that her face changed shape. “Ah... oh... so comfortable I’m flying to heaven... ah ah...”
A widow lives upstairs from me, named Fang Ping, 34 years old this year. She's not very tall, the kind of woman with a fuller figure. Her husband died of illness five years ago. Because her husband and my father were close old friends, the two families have a very good relationship. Her son is only six and also gets along very well with me.
I felt Aunt Fang Ping's vagina also clamping tighter, with waves of contractions. I lay on top of her, tightly hugging Aunt Fang Ping, my cock still hard inside her pussy... Since then, Aunt Fang Ping has shown me special affection, often seeking me out to have sex and fuck, or when I need it, I also find her to release. We both fully enjoy this passion and sexual happiness, neither of us ever thinking about when to end this relationship...
After that night, the outward relationship between the two families did not change at all.
I went upstairs as usual to help her fix things, deliver packages, and occasionally play with her son for a while. She still wore very little in the summer, walking around the living room. But whenever her son wasn't home, or late at night when it was quiet, the door would be locked from the inside.
Sometimes she comes down on her own.
The doorbell rang just as I was about to sleep. Opening the door, she was only wearing a loose old T-shirt, with nothing underneath. Her hair was casually draped, her eyes bright. Before I could speak, she squeezed in, closed the door, and then directly reached her hand into my shorts.
"Today... I want it."
The voice was very low, yet very clear.
I carried her to the bed. Her T-shirt was pushed up above her chest, fully exposing her ample breasts. I lowered my head and took one into my mouth, sucking hard, while my other hand explored between her legs. She was already wet. As soon as my fingers entered, she let out a soft moan and willingly spread her legs further.
I wasn't in a hurry to enter. First, I used my fingers to bring her to her first climax. She clenched tightly, her inner walls contracting in waves, her juices trickling down my hand. After she recovered slightly, I raised my 'gun' and pushed in. It was hot and soft, almost swallowing me whole.
“Slower... I just went...”
As instructed, I slowed down, but each thrust went deepest. Her hands gripped the sheets, her hips continuously rising to meet me. After doing it for over ten minutes, I turned her over and entered from behind. This position went even deeper; she buried her face in the pillow, but her moans couldn't be suppressed. With one hand gripping her waist and the other reaching around to rub her clit, I gradually sped up.
When the climax hit, her whole body tensed, her inner walls gripping me tightly. Gritting my teeth, I thrust a few dozen more times before releasing everything inside. Streams of semen poured in, her body trembling lightly, satisfied whimpers escaping her mouth.
Afterward she did not get up right away, just stayed lying there, leaving my still-hard thing inside. Only after quite a while did she turn onto her side and look at me.
“Does it feel good?”
“Mm.”
She reached out and touched my face, suddenly smiling: "Before, I only dared to peek, but now you just come right in."
I didn't respond, just pulled her into my arms. Her body still carried the heat after desire, her breasts soft against my chest.
Such nights became more and more frequent.
Sometimes it was in the afternoon, when the son went to extracurricular classes. She would send a very short message: 'Come up.' I would then find an excuse to go over. Once the door was closed and the curtains drawn, the two of us would tangle on her spacious double bed. She liked being entered from behind, and also liked taking control of the rhythm by riding on top. Each time she sat down, she went all the way to the bottom, taking me in completely, then slowly rising. Her full breasts swayed gently with the motion, sweat sliding down from her collarbone.
Once, in the middle of it, she suddenly pressed against my chest and quickened her pace. Her inner walls contracted in waves, clearly nearing climax. I held her waist and thrust upward, matching her rhythm. When she climaxed, her whole body leaned forward, her long hair cascading down and brushing over my face, as she let out soft, seductive moans. Squeezed by her, I also came, releasing all my semen inside.
After it was over, she lay on top of me, her breathing still uneven.
“Being sterilized is great.” she said in a low voice. “No need to worry.”
I reached out and patted her back without saying a word.
After summer came autumn. The weather gradually cooled, and she no longer dressed so lightly, but her desire didn't diminish at all. Sometimes at night when her son was asleep, she would tiptoe downstairs. As soon as I turned off my room light, she would feel her way over in the dark. We tried not to make too much noise, but once we truly entered, suppressed gasps would still spill out.
One night she came with a slight smell of alcohol.
“The neighbor invited us to dinner; I drank two glasses.” she explained, then took the initiative to kneel down and take me into her mouth. Her technique was even better than at first; her tongue skillfully circled the tip, occasionally deep-throating. I pressed the back of her head, making her take it deeper. She did not resist, and instead let out a satisfied moan. Just as I was about to climax, she pulled back and looked up at me:
“Inside.”
I pulled her up and pressed her against the wall to enter her. This time was especially rough. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, and each time I thrust to the deepest point, she let out a short cry. When her climax came, her whole body tensed, her insides gripping me tightly. I bit her shoulder and came inside her completely.
Afterward she leaned against me, her breathing not yet steady.
“If this goes on... is it really okay?” she suddenly asked.
I was silent for a while.
"Do you want to stop?"
She shook her head, burying her face in the crook of my neck: 'I don't want to. It's just... I think about it occasionally.'
I held her tighter.
Outside the door were their respective lives—she had a son to care for, I had work and my own house. Inside the door, however, was another set of rules, where we could do as we pleased, scream as we pleased, and release the desires accumulated during the day over and over again until they were completely spent.
And we all know that as long as we want to continue, no one will be the first to say it's over.
When winter came, once she caught a cold and her voice went hoarse. I went up to bring her medicine, and in the end the two of us still rolled onto the bed. She lay there, letting me enter her from the side. My movements were very gentle, yet I went in very deep. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to make any sound. When she climaxed, her body trembled lightly, and the inner walls tightened in waves, squeezing me until I came as well.
Afterward she leaned against my arms, her voice terribly hoarse:
"Next time... come again after I'm better."
I kissed her forehead.
“Good.”
But in less than three days, she sent messages again.
When the door opened again, she had already taken a shower and was wearing only a robe. There was nothing underneath. As soon as I entered, she grabbed me and took me straight to the bedroom. This time, she was especially proactive, straddling me herself, adjusting the angle herself, bringing her most sensitive spot to my tip again and again. Later, she cried, not from pain, but from being too full. After I ejaculated inside her, she was still gently contracting, as if trying to keep everything in.
A light snow began to drift outside the window.
We leaned against each other, neither mentioning anything about 'the future' again.
Because everyone knows—
As long as they can keep meeting like this, no one will be the first to say stop. And the shabby house downstairs, and the upstairs room where a six-year-old boy lived, became the most hidden secret we kept together.
After winter comes spring.
The weather gradually warmed up, and Aunt Fang Ping started wearing lighter clothes again. Sometimes in the afternoon when her son went to extracurricular classes, she would send a very short WeChat message: 'Come up and sit for a while.' I would find an excuse to go over. Once the door was closed and the curtains drawn tight, the two of us would hardly speak first.
Once, as soon as I entered, she pressed me against the wall and kissed me. Her robe slipped to her elbows, fully exposing her ample breasts. I lowered my head and took one into my mouth, sucking hard, and she immediately let out fragmented moans. My fingers explored between her legs—she was already soaked. I carried her to the sofa, spread her legs, and first used my tongue to bring her to an orgasm. She grabbed my hair, her waist continuously rising, and her juices flowed down my chin.
After she recovered a bit, I thrust in. It was hot and tight, each thrust producing a clear wet sound. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, actively meeting my movements. Halfway through, I flipped her over and entered from behind, one hand gripping her waist, the other reaching around to rub her clitoris. She buried her face in the sofa cushion, but couldn't suppress her moans.
“Slower... I still have to pick him up this afternoon...”
As instructed, I slowed down, but each thrust went deepest. When her climax came, her whole body tensed up, her inner walls tightly gripping me. Gritting my teeth, I thrust a few dozen more times before releasing everything inside. Streams of semen poured in, her body trembling slightly.
Afterward she did not get up right away, just stayed lying there, leaving my still-hard thing inside. Only after quite a while did she turn onto her side and look at me.
"Today... especially deep."
I reached out and patted her buttocks without saying a word.
Such days became the norm.
Sometimes it's at night, after their son is asleep, she tiptoes downstairs. Once the light in my room is off, she feels her way over in the dark. We try not to make too much noise, but once we truly enter, suppressed gasps still escape. She likes being entered from behind, and also likes climbing on top herself. Each time she sits down, she goes all the way to the bottom, taking me fully inside, then slowly lifting up. Her full breasts sway gently with the movement, sweat sliding down from her collarbone.
One night she came with a slight smell of alcohol.
“Mahjong downstairs, had two drinks.” She explained, then took the initiative to kneel down and take me into her mouth. Her technique was getting better and better, her tongue skillfully circling the tip, occasionally deep-throating. I pressed the back of her head, making her take it deeper. She did not resist, instead letting out a satisfied muffled moan. Just as I was about to finish, she pulled back and looked up at me:
“Inside.”
I pulled her up and pressed her against the wall to enter her. This time was especially rough. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, and each time I thrust to the deepest point, she let out a short cry. When her climax came, her whole body tensed, her insides gripping me tightly. I bit her shoulder and came inside her completely.
Afterward she leaned against me, her breathing not yet steady.
“Is that really okay?” she asked again.
I was silent for a while.
"Do you want to stop?"
She shook her head, burying her face in the crook of my neck: 'I don't want to. It's just that occasionally I get scared.'
I held her tighter.
Outside the door were the lives each had to maintain—she had a son to care for, neighbors to deal with; I had work, my own house. Inside the door, however, was another set of rules, where we could do as we pleased, scream as we pleased, and release the desires accumulated during the day over and over again until they were completely spent.
Summer has come again.
It was so hot it was almost suffocating. One afternoon, she messaged me to come up and fix the air conditioner. Actually, the air conditioner was fine. As soon as the door closed, she directly pushed me into the bedroom. This time she was exceptionally proactive, climbing on top herself, adjusting the angle herself, sending her most sensitive spot to my tip again and again. Later, she cried, not from pain, but from being too full. After the semen shot inside, she was still gently contracting, as if trying to keep everything in.
The cicadas' chirping outside the window was loud.
We leaned against each other, neither mentioning anything about 'the future' again.
Because everyone knows—
That simple room downstairs and the room upstairs where a little boy lives remain our shared, most secret secret.
And as long as they could continue meeting like this, no one would be the first to say it's over.
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