I am 24 years old, 181 cm tall, with a sturdy build. After graduating from university, I work in warehousing. My daily work isn't heavy, and after work, I don't have much to do at home. My family has two apartments, both on the second floor and next to each other. The one I live in is a two-bedroom, one-living-room unit, quite simple. One bedroom has a large bed, and the other holds my computer and some messy stuff.
At night, I go online, often visiting some pornographic websites. When I see stimulating moments, I also quickly masturbate or something.
Because after separating from a female partner a year ago, he had never looked for one again. Whenever he saw equipment with a high erotic charge, he could not resist wanting to find a woman to come and fuck around with.
Over the years, it was always our two families running up and down between the floors. Especially in summer when I went to her house, Aunt Fang Ping didn't pay much attention to what she wore because she wore so little. When I was playing with her son, Aunt Fang Ping would walk back and forth in front of us in sheer cropped pants and a T-shirt. I would always glance over unintentionally. Aunt Fang Ping had exceptionally large breasts, and they were not too saggy. She also wore those pale yellow shorts, which were very sheer; inside there seemed to be a pair of black underwear, stretched tight. When she walked, you could see more than half of her butt swinging back and forth.
At times, I couldn't help but get an erection in front of his son, so I had to cover up and go downstairs, back to my room to jerk off vigorously. While masturbating, my mind was filled with fantasies of Aunt Fang Ping's body. This went on for about a year or two. Because the two families were 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 Fangping herself walked in, directly to the computer room. I turned on the light, she walked to the computer. The computer still had the unclosed pornographic novel saved. Aunt Fangping said: 'What kind of novel is this? Let me see.' She actually sat down and started reading. I stood by the river, thinking how embarrassing it was, especially if she saw the tissue used to wipe semen still beside the keyboard. Damn, so embarrassing. Aunt Fangping read for a little while, but standing there felt like an eternity to me.
"Hey, Jinming, my fuse at home is blown. There’s someone in my house. Hurry up and come take a look for me, I don’t know how to fix it, hurry up, I’m hot to death"
"Oh, wait a moment, I’ll go up right away."
Damn it, she didn't call earlier or later, but just when I was about to cum, her period came. I quickly tore off a piece of toilet paper and wiped away the water running a lot from my dick. Then I grabbed the screwdriver and went upstairs. As soon as I opened the door, the room was so dark that I could hardly see anything, and it was extremely hot, like a steam basket.
"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 in my heart, and on top of that I hadn't ejaculated when I was masturbating just now, my dick had been hard the whole time. I awkwardly wanted to make it go soft, but it just wouldn't cooperate and stayed standing up. My dick, held in my hand, was still showing a big section, and because I was also wearing a pair of big shorts, the tent was especially obvious. Feeling very embarrassed, I sneaked a glance at Aunt Fang Ping and found that she was holding a flashlight and shining it on the fuse box, but her eyes were looking at my lower body. Sensing that I was looking at her, she then moved her gaze back to the fuse box.
I ran down again, brought a flashlight, and turned it on. Wow! Aunt Fang-ping was wearing a large white tank top, her hair hanging down, seemingly very hot, sweating all over. The tank top, wet, clung to her body. In the dim light, I could see she wasn't wearing a bra, her entire figure almost exposed. My dick immediately reacted, quickly swelling up. But I didn't dare look more, then ran to the balcony, stepped onto the platform, and started reconnecting the fuse.
Although these movements were very small, I still noticed them. At that moment I didn't think much either; with the help of the light, I soon connected the fuse, and immediately the house lit up.
"All right, finally it's bright. Come down quickly, wipe off your sweat, drink some water, come on. Let me help you down." I turned around, and my body happened to be facing Auntie's face. At this time my dick was of course a bit soft, but it was still a small tent. Fang Pingyi seemed a little embarrassed too, not daring to 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 platform, my bulging dick happened to brush against Fang Pingyi's body.
At that moment, I felt even more embarrassed and quickly said, 'I need to go downstairs. Call me if you need anything.' After saying that, I went downstairs.
Sitting in front of the computer, I remembered the earlier scene, so I turned on the computer and looked at pornographic novels, fantasizing that the female character in the story was Aunt Fang Ping and me tumbling in passion. 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! Reluctantly, I walked 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 exceptionally hot. I happened to have downloaded a Western porn video. I was jerking my cock while watching the porn, sweating profusely from the pleasure. Suddenly, the phone rang. I answered; it was Aunt Fang Ping. What a disappointment...
Aunt Fang Ping turned around sharply: 'Jin Ming, do you often watch things like this?' 'Auntie, I...'
"Okay, stop talking, quickly throw these papers away, don't leave them on the table" At this point, I blushed even more, but the dick in my pants was so damn uncooperative, it hardened again, seemingly especially hard and swollen, pressing against the fat bulge... I was too embarrassed to leave in the direction I had intended, and just as I was about to stand up and leave, Fang Pingyi suddenly wrapped her hand around my dick through my pants, and I was startled. In an instant, I saw Fang Pingyi's black, black nude body deep in my mind.<br /> At this time she was rubbing my dick through my pants, and then I instantly understood, my head heated up, blood surged, and I picked up Fang Pingyi and walked into the bedroom, placing her on the bed. Fang Pingyi then took my dick out of my pants; by this time my dick was already hard as iron, probably reaching 27 centimeters. Fang Pingyi used her little mouth to kiss me; her oral skills were really too good, sucking and blowing, and she even used the tip of her tongue to lick my glans. The important thing was that she wrapped her lips around and kissed it, using her tongue to lick my cock head. I held her hair with one hand and grabbed her big breast with the other; every time she licked once, my whole body was numb as hell. The harder I grabbed her hair, I then pulled her head up, stuffed my dick into her mouth, and then let her suck it up and down one time after another.
“Ah... oh oh... so good, so good I could die...” I couldn’t help but cry out.
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... ah ah ah ah, ugh... oh oh oh... harder” Her butt kept swaying back and forth; when I looked, her whole slutty pussy was wet beyond recognition. The finger I had in her cunt had gone from one to two, and then three more were inserted. Aunt Fang Ping worked my cock hard with her mouth, and my fingers sped up as well. Before long, her auntie had stopped moving, only resting her head against my cock.
"Oh oh... ah ah... a little faster, you're amazing, my waist is going numb to death... oh ah... ah, enough, stop rubbing, come up and fuck me... hurry... oh ah, fuck me already... Jinming... hurry..." As soon as I heard that, I immediately rolled over, grabbed my big cock, and thrust it in... "Ah... so deep, it hit the bottom, so full... ah..." Because tonight I had masturbated many times; each time I was just about to cum but didn't, and once my cock entered Aunt Fang Ping's pussy, her vagina grew warm and tight, I almost couldn't control myself and was about to shoot. I immediately took a breath and started fucking her with nine shallow thrusts and one deep one. My ass was covered in horny juice, slapping against her with "pa, pa, pa"... Aunt Fang Ping wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, her two legs curled up, welcoming my thrusts, "li zi, pu zi, pa, pa"
"Ah, oh ah oh, harder! Push into my flower core, harder! Little treasure, you’re amazing, fuck harder, ah ah... fuck me to death, fuck me to death... ah ah... I’m so damn comfortable... ah..." Hearing Aunt Fang Ping’s lewd cries, I increased my force even more, and sped up my thrusting speed and strength. Every time I fucked deep, she would lift her chest and cry out loudly; it seemed she was unbelievably pleased. After fucking her a hundred times, I turned Aunt Fang Ping over so she was lying prone on the bed. I sat on her body, inserted my dick into her pussy by the riverbank, grabbed her shoulder with one hand and her hair with the other, sped up my thrusting, and each time I pushed all the way to the deepest point.
"Ahhh……ohhh……I can't take it anymore, my little cunt is about to be fucked to pieces……ahhh……" I thrust harder and harder, the insides of my thighs began to go numb too, and I couldn't help it anymore. "Oh, oh, ahhh, 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...”
There is a widow living upstairs named Fang Ping, 34 years old this year. She's not very tall, the kind with a fuller figure. Her husband died of illness five years ago. Because her husband and my father were close old friends, our two families have a very good relationship. Her son is only six and gets along very well with me too.
I felt Aunt Fang Ping's vagina clenching tighter, with waves of contractions. I lay on top of her, holding Aunt Fang Ping tightly, my cock still hard inside her little pussy... From then on, Aunt Fang Ping showed me special affection, often seeking me out to have sex and fuck her pussy, or when I had needs, I would also find her to release them. We both fully enjoyed this passion and sexual bliss, neither of us ever thought 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 there, or late at night when all 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 go to sleep. I opened the door to find her wearing only a loose old T-shirt, with nothing underneath. Her hair was casually draped, and her eyes were bright. Before I could say anything, she squeezed in, closed the door behind her, and 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 to suck on one, sucking hard, while my other hand explored between her legs. She was already wet. As soon as my finger entered, she let out a soft moan, her legs parting willingly.
I didn't rush 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 flowing down my hand. After she recovered slightly, I raised my weapon and pushed in. It was hot and soft, almost swallowing my entire length.
"Slower... I was just there..."
As instructed, I slowed down, but each thrust went to the deepest point. Her hands gripped the sheets, her hips constantly 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 couldn't suppress her cries. I held her waist with one hand, the other reaching around to rub her clitoris, gradually speeding up.
When the climax hit, her whole body tensed up, her inner walls clenching me tightly. Gritting my teeth, I thrust a few dozen more times before releasing everything inside. Streams of semen poured in, her body trembling slightly, letting out a satisfied whimper from her mouth.
Afterward she did not get up right away, just lay there, letting what was still hard inside me remain inside. It was quite a while before she turned onto her side and looked at me.
“Does it feel good?”
“Mm.”
She reached out and touched my face, then suddenly laughed. “Before, I only dared to peek secretly, but now I’m directly coming in.”
I didn't respond, just pulled her into my arms. Her body still carried the heat after desire, her breasts softly pressed against my chest.
Such nights became more and more frequent.
Sometimes in the afternoon, when her son goes to an interest class. She sends a very short message: 'Come up.' I then find an excuse to go over. Once the door is closed and the curtains drawn, the two of us tangle on her spacious double bed. She likes being entered from behind and also enjoys sitting on top to control the rhythm. Each time she sits down, she goes all the way to the bottom, taking me in completely, then slowly rises. Her full breasts sway gently with the motion, sweat trickling down from her collarbone.
Once in the middle of it, she suddenly pressed her hand against my chest and quickened her own pace. Her inner walls contracted in waves, clearly nearing climax. I held her waist and thrust upward, matching her rhythm. When she came, her whole body leaned forward, her long hair cascading down and brushing my face, and she let out soft, seductive moans. I was squeezed so tightly that I came too, leaving all my semen inside.
After it ended, she lay on top of me, her breathing still uneven.
“Having a vasectomy 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 turned cool, and she no longer dressed so lightly, but her desire didn’t diminish at all. Sometimes after her son fell asleep at night, she would tiptoe downstairs. Once the light in my room went out, she would come over in the dark. We tried not to make too much noise, but once we truly entered each other, suppressed gasps would still spill out.
One night when she came, she carried a slight smell of alcohol.
“A neighbor invited me to dinner, and I had two drinks.” she explained, then took the initiative to kneel down and take me into her mouth. Her technique was better than at first; her tongue skillfully circled the tip, occasionally deep-throating. I pressed the back of her head, making her take me deeper. She didn’t resist, and instead let out a satisfied moan. Just as I was about to finish, she pulled back and looked up at me:
“Shoot inside.”
I pulled her up and pinned her against the wall to enter. This time was especially fierce. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and each time she was thrust to the deepest point, she let out short cries. When her climax came, her whole body tensed, her insides gripping me tightly. I bit her shoulder and ejaculated everything inside.
Afterward, she leaned against me, her breathing still not steady.
“At this rate... is it really okay?” she suddenly asked.
I am 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 are our separate lives—she has a son to care for, I have work and my own house. But inside the door is a different set of rules, where we can do as we please, scream as we please, and release the desires pent up during the day over and over again until they are completely spent.
And we all know that as long as we want to continue, no one will say it's over first.
When winter came, once she caught a cold and her voice became hoarse. I went up to bring her medicine, but in the end the two of us still rolled onto the bed. She lay there, letting me enter her from the side; the movements were very light, but they went in very deep. She covered her own mouth with her hand, trying not to make any sound. At climax her body trembled gently, and waves of contractions inside her gripped me until I came as well.
Afterwards she leaned against my arms, her voice extremely hoarse:
"Next time... come after I feel better."
I kissed her forehead.
“Good.”
But less than three days later, she sent another message.
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 led me straight to the bedroom. This time she was exceptionally proactive, climbing on top herself, adjusting the angle herself, bringing her most sensitive spot to my tip again and again. Towards the end, 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 we can keep meeting like this, no one will be the first to say stop. And the shabby house downstairs, along with the room upstairs where a six-year-old boy lives, became the most secret secret we kept together.
After winter comes spring.
As the weather gradually warmed, Fang Pingyi’s aunt began dressing more lightly again. Sometimes in the afternoon, after her son went to an interest class, she would send a very short WeChat message: “Come up and sit for a while.” I would then find an excuse to go over. Once the door was shut 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; she immediately let out fragmented moans. My fingers explored between her legs—already soaked. I carried her to the sofa, spread her legs, and first used my tongue to bring her to one orgasm. She grabbed my hair, her waist constantly rising, her fluids dripping down my chin.
After she recovered slightly, I thrust inside. It was hot and tight, each stroke producing a distinct 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 her moans were impossible to suppress.
"Slower... I still have to pick him up this afternoon..."
As instructed, I slowed down, but each thrust went to the deepest point. When she climaxed, her whole body tensed, her inner walls tightly squeezing me. Gritting my teeth, I thrust a few dozen more times before shooting everything inside. Jets of semen filled her, her body trembling slightly.
Afterward she did not get up right away, just lay there, letting what was still hard inside me remain inside. It was quite a while before she turned onto her side and looked 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 her son is asleep, she tiptoes downstairs. Once the light in my room is off, she comes over in the dark. We try not to make too much noise, but once we truly start, suppressed gasps still escape. She likes being entered from behind and also enjoys sitting on top. Each time she sits down, she goes all the way to the bottom, taking me in completely, then slowly rises. Her full breasts sway gently with the motion, sweat trickling down from her collarbone.
One night when she came, she carried 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:
“Shoot inside.”
I pulled her up and pinned her against the wall to enter. This time was especially fierce. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and each time she was thrust to the deepest point, she let out short cries. When her climax came, her whole body tensed, her insides gripping me tightly. I bit her shoulder and ejaculated everything inside.
Afterward, she leaned against me, her breathing still not steady.
“Is this really okay?” she asked again.
I am 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 are the lives we each must maintain—she has a son to care for, neighbors to deal with; I have work, my own house. But inside the door is a different set of rules, where we can do as we please, scream as we please, and release the desires pent up during the day over and over again until they are completely spent.
Summer came again.
It was so hot it was almost suffocating. One afternoon, she messaged me to come up and fix the air conditioner. Actually, the AC was fine. As soon as the door closed, she pushed me straight into the bedroom. This time, she was exceptionally proactive, climbing on top herself, adjusting the angle, repeatedly bringing her most sensitive spot to my tip. Later, she cried, not from pain, but from being too full. After I ejaculated inside, she continued to gently contract, as if trying to keep everything in.
The cicadas outside the window are chirping loudly.
We leaned against each other, neither mentioning anything about 'the future' again.
Because everyone knows——
The simple house downstairs and the room upstairs where a little boy lived remained 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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