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Reposted from City of Literature’s Forbidden Topics

Typesetting, correction: hsaochi

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It started last year.

After graduating from college, in order to be able to stay in Jin, I had to work in a small unit with no reputation, which is a real estate company, only a thousand dollars a month, living a good not a wimpy life, this inhuman life finally forced me to start the course of the examination.

I began to resume the grueling life that I had experienced during my college entrance exams, but in addition to gnawing on those boring formulas every day, this time I had to endure the immense pressure and the loneliness of being far away from my hometown. However, luck did not go my way, and I ended up failing the first time.

As soon as I went to work the next year, I started a new round of impact, but I don’t know why, at this time I no longer have the original kind of strong desire to learn. Utilizing the convenience of work, I often surf the Internet to browse pornographic sites, and every time after watching it, I had to solve it myself. During this period of time a buddy of mine from time to time in front of me to show off his colorful sex life, which is not lacking in detailed description, there is not broken my virginity vow will not stop.

Maybe it’s because of the traditional concepts, or maybe it’s because I’m colorful, plus the pressure of the exams, I never took actual action against this kid’s temptation, although I have wavered before.

Soon it was October, and the exams were not far away, but I was getting more and more irritated, and the accumulated pressure made me feel more and more depressed. I can’t remember which night it was that I finally agreed to go out with my buddy when he called me again.

October is exactly the time of the Tianjin pornography crackdown, the original hair salons all over the streets and alleys all of a sudden do not know where to go, the two of us stupidly looking for hair salons all over the streets of the scene now think of it all feel ridiculous.

Then we finally found an unorthodox-looking grooming room, and he went in front and I went in behind, fishtailing.

“Two of you, want a haircut yes?” A lady asked as she stood up, her look-alike appearance was really uncomplimentary.

“No, get a massage.” My buddy replied sophisticatedly.

“Well then, lie down here.” There was a bed set up in the room, and I saw it as soon as I entered.

“No, it’s better to go to the inner room!”

“Okay, come in with me!” He followed me in, and when he saw that I wasn’t moving, he came back and pulled me, “Let’s go!”

“Why don’t you go in first, I’ll sit outside,” I replied, finding a seat close by.

They both went in, and within a few moments snickers came out from inside, and I sat there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. The other lady struck up a conversation with me, saw that I didn’t look like that kind of guy, and got busy watching her TV.

Shortly afterward, he came out of the house and whispered to me, “A hundred and fifty for it?”

“That expensive?” I was taken aback.

“She said a lot of ladies are afraid to do it now that there’s a crackdown.”

“Her?” I asked in a low voice.

“No, she’s finding us someone else. Dry?” He asked again.

“Whatever, listen to you.” I lost my attention for a moment.

“Well then, it’s settled.” He walked out and soon walked out again with the lady. He came over and sat with me while the lady started to talk on the phone.

Without saying a few words she dropped the phone, turned to us and said, “Those ladies are not available, will you come back tonight?”

“It’s okay.” I replied ahead of him, “Let’s go!” Without waiting for him to say anything, I pulled him to his feet and walked outside, “Alright then, we’ll come back tonight.” He dropped his words and followed me out.

“Look at something else.” My buddy said to me, “It’s too expensive.”

“Not good looking either.” I replied.

We wandered the streets for another half hour or so, eventually failing to find our destination.

“Let’s talk about it later!” On his way out he said without regret, “Chickens are too scarce and expensive now.”

After holding my lust out and ultimately not getting it released, I had to go home and fix it myself.

This went on for quite a few more days. By the end of December, there were only ten days before the exam, and the day that would decide the direction of my life was just around the corner. The company was kind enough to give me some time off to prepare, but I felt like I was going to break down because I was having trouble eating and sleeping!

On a cold night with light snow falling from the sky, I was alone, got on my bike, and went straight to that last salon.

Along the way, I blamed myself: “If I don’t even have this much control, how can I make a big career in the future?”

I’ll make excuses for myself, “Just this once, I’ll never go again.”

Near the destination, my heart pounded, I kept comforting myself: “What are you afraid of, a man’s man dare to do, not just whoring chickens, what’s the big deal!”

I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The decor inside was noticeably different from two months ago, and a couple of ladies were walking around wondering what they were up to.

I was wondering why I wasn’t greeted by anyone when a lady–strictly speaking a little girl–walked up, “Are you looking for a massage?” She asked, with a thick northeastern accent.

She looks very beautiful, is the kind of very pure beauty, this kind of place will actually have such a beautiful girl! Somehow, my mind suddenly remembered Zhu Ziqing’s words: “I can not help but be surprised at her beauty.”

I nodded, “Come into the back room.” She turned and led me into the inner room.

Inside, there were three cribs — more like planks with mattresses than beds — each separated by a man-high slatted wall. “That bed in there is occupied, let’s stay here!” She pointed to the middle bed and said to me: “Take off your shoes and lie on it.”

That’s when I noticed the sound of women moaning from time to time next door, and I was already reacting down there. She noticed my expression and said, “It’s okay, let’s get busy.” I took off my shoes as I was told, and lay down on the smallest bed I could find.

She started massaging me while she talked to me.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

“Right. As if you weren’t either.”

“I’m from the northeast. What about you?”

“I’m from the South.” I replied, “How old are you?” I then asked.

“You guess?”

“Eighteen it is!”

“Nope.”

“Seventeen?”

“Nope.”

“I’m eighteen.”

To be honest, the massage is quite comfortable, so it’s no wonder so many people go astray.

“Did you specialize in massage?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I went to school professionally and trained.”

“How many people are in your family?” After a pause, she asked.

“I have another brother.”

“What does your brother do?”

“He’s in business.”

“Doing what?”

“Lube.” I replied.

She suddenly “giggled” and I stared, then I couldn’t help but laugh too. This laughter brought us closer together and I felt the time was right.

I asked casually, “I heard you have other services here?”

“What service?” She was alert.

“Don’t play dumb, you think I don’t know? It’s not my first time.” I said, feigning sophistication.

“Do you really want to?” She asked in a low voice.

“Is that you?”

“No, I won’t do it. I’ll find you someone else.”

My heart sank. I’m not looking for one of those heartbreaking women, am I?

“How old?”

“25, pretty good.” A very Crack wise answer, you don’t know if she meant good looking or good service. Seeing that I didn’t say anything, she added: “But it’s very expensive now.”

“How much?”

“One hundred.”

It’s okay, I said in my heart, but my mouth said, “Can it be any less?”

“It can’t be less, don’t you know how hard it is to do now?”

I’m aware of that, but I’m still a little uneasy: “Okay, is it dangerous?”

“It’s okay, we have a cabin out back.”

“OK. You get her over here and show me.”

She walked out and shouted, “Hong!”

Not long after, a young lady walked in and smiled at me. I couldn’t see it very well due to the backlighting, but it didn’t look very old.

“Okay?” The little girl asked me softly.

“OK.” I guess I couldn’t think rationally at that point, and had probably gotten to the point where I couldn’t wait to find a hole to stick it in.

Ah Hong seemed quite happy, said to me: “I’ll get something first.” Then went to the wall closet to get some what, the light is very dark, I only saw a tube of toilet paper. “Come on, follow me!” She went to the inner wall, pulled the curtains, and then fumbled a few times, only to hear a “Yi-Ya” sound, opened a small door, she waved at me, signaling me to go over.

I followed her into another hut, a dilapidated hut, dirty and disorganized, and without heat, in the middle of a broken bed, on which a dirty quilt was spread haphazardly. She went and sat down and said, “This is our new room. Come here, what are you afraid of? I won’t eat you!”

I walked over hopelessly: “This environment is also too harsh.”

“It’ll be over in a minute.”

“It’s my first time, so please take care of me.” I said politely.

“Hell no!” She touched my bottom and said, “Take it off.”

“Strip for what?” I was too embarrassed to undress in front of a stranger, even though I knew it was inevitable.

“What are you playing dumb for? Hurry up and take it off!” She said as she started to undress herself, and soon she was naked.

It was the first time I had ever seen a mature woman naked in front of me, and strangely enough, I wasn’t terribly excited, but more scared than excited. I looked at her naked body while I undressed. She didn’t look white, you could say she was a bit dark, her breasts weren’t very big, even a bit saggy, what impressed me most was that she had big hips, maybe women are like that.

My slow manner pissed her off and she came over to me and quickly stripped me naked, so I was naked too, but I realized that I didn’t have a full erection, not even to a vertical angle yet.

She lay back and held up a breast with one hand: “Come here and suck my nipple.” I got down on my back and kissed her breasts indiscriminately. Her other hand went underneath me and she pushed my cock down into her: “Stick it in, come on!”

“Damn!” I cursed in my heart, what’s the hurry? Honestly, I don’t know what a woman looks like! I moved my ass back, said to her: “Wait a minute, I want to see what kind of your bottom, I have not seen it!”

“What is there to see?” She said with her mouth open, but her feet were open: “Hurry up and look!”

I moved my head down to her, and since it was dark, I had to lean in close to get a good look (it was funny enough to think that I had my glasses on at the time), and I used both hands to push her legs up towards the small of her back, and then stared in disbelief.

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What happened next was something I could never have imagined in any way, all I could feel was a sour odor coming straight at me, how was that? It was a far cry from the scenes described in pornographic novels, but I couldn’t help but take a closer look at this new world I’d never seen before.

Her pubic hair is very sparse, only a small handful on the pubic mound, a little curly, yellow, not my memory of the “dense black forest”; labia majora to the two sides, the color is not what I thought what Yan red or pink, as if and other skin color is not very different; labia minora has been exposed, very small, in a closed state. I started searching for the clitoris, I always wanted to know what this mysterious thing really looked like, unfortunately, I couldn’t find it.

“Is it okay if I do it for you with my mouth?” Sucking a woman’s dick is something I’m very interested in.

“No, I hate it when people do that.” Her reply was firm, “Come up,” her hand came back down: “Come on and stick it in!”

I stood up helplessly and pressed down on her, and she cupped my cock in her hand and slipped it into her vagina, but I don’t know if she was hurting me or if I was just too scared, but my cock was actually getting softer and softer, and she didn’t get it in after half a day of messing with it.

“Why can’t I get in?” She said chagrined below me.

“You’re in too much of a hurry, I’m not excited yet, of course I can’t get in.” I said, “You find a way to get me aroused first.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed, and she sat down too, holding my penis in her hand and rubbing it up and down: “Is this really your first time?”

“What am I lying to you for?” I was a little embarrassed.

“I’m done!” She looked full of unhappiness: “I’m most afraid of meeting a virgin, I don’t know anything.”

Her movements made me feel so uncomfortable that my cock finally drooped hopelessly.

“I can’t, I can’t get up, what should I do?” She asked.

“You can get it up for me with your mouth!” The word “blowjob” came back to me.

“No way! It’s too dirty.” Again, she was adamant in her refusal.

A word that I have often seen in the newspaper: “impotence” suddenly flashed in my mind, and I panicked: I could have this disease?

This is the end of the nest my first sex is really not willing, I think that maybe the environment here is too uncomfortable, just change the place. I finally gave up, I have come to the point of reckless consequences.

“Why don’t you come over to my place tonight, okay?” I asked her as I got dressed.

“Overnight or not?”

“Overnight, of course.”

“That’s going to require more money.”

“Why?” I was pretty stupid to ask a question like that.

“I’ll let you do it all night long, but I’m not going to get any more.” She laughed and touched my face, “I’ll let you have fun tonight!”

“How much does it cost?”

“Two hundred. All for that price.”

“Okay, promise.” I knew she had a firm grip on me.

“Right.” She suddenly remembered something: “Where do you live?”

“It’s not far, five minutes.” I was afraid she wouldn’t say yes, and cut the distance in half.

“Okay then, what time do you want to pick me up tonight?”

“What time are you free?” I asked her rhetorically.

“I’ll ask the boss first. Let’s go! Let’s go out first.”

I exited that cabin with her and went back to the original room, “You wait here.” With that, she went into the other room. The little girl came over and took my hand affectionately, “Come, sit here first.” I chose a chair by the side and sat down, while she went to pour water for me.

Hong soon came out: “Come over at 10 o’clock!”

“It’s too late, it’s so cold now, can you do it earlier.” It was the middle of winter and there was a little snow falling in the sky, so I really didn’t want to be out so late.

She thought for a moment and said, “Then come at nine-thirty, it’s too early for the boss to release you.” Why didn’t the boss let me go? I didn’t know at the time, but now I understand.

“It’s settled.” I said as I stood up and headed for the door, I just wanted to get the hell out of this place. The little girl walked me to the door with her, “Until next time.” The little girl said; “Remember to come over tonight.” Red then said this.

I don’t remember how I got out of that hellhole, and I’m remorseful, hateful and frustrated that I’m actually impotent!

I can’t believe it. Is this the end of my life? Oh, my God. What am I gonna do?

I went home with my head hanging down, thinking that tonight’s was going to be a good meal and a good night’s sleep it to get my strength up for the night.

After dinner, I lay down on the bed ready to sleep. But I couldn’t sleep. I thought to myself: what if I fail again tonight? And then I thought: I’m sure I’ll be fine at home. And then I thought, “What time is it? I can’t believe I’m still in the mood to do this kind of thing! Just like this nonsense, lying in a daze for more than an hour. It was almost nine o’clock, so I organized my room a little and set off.

Soon arriving at my destination, I pushed my way in and this time it was a different scene. Two men in their 30s, wearing cotton coats, were arguing with the boss’s wife about something, the man was obviously drunk. Seeing me come in, the boss’s wife said to me: “They went to another store, you sit here and wait for a while.”

“Not busy.” I found a chair and sat down for a bit, only to hear the boss’s wife say to the two men, “Not if I said no, she’s too young, don’t mess around.”

“Little what? It’s all eighteen. Can’t we just pay more?” I understood what they were talking about at once.

The boss’s wife added: “Can’t I find you something else? Which one is the same? You have to hurt people, don’t you?”

“What’s the harm? She’ll have to do it sooner or later, won’t she? Besides, she’s here for the money, isn’t she? How about two thousand dollars?”

“She doesn’t do that, she’s still a girl! She only does massages.” The boss’s wife insisted.

“How about four thousand?” The male didn’t want to give up yet.

“Not even four thousand. I can’t put people in harm’s way.”

The man got a little angry: “So are you going to do it? You do it, we’re buddies.”

“I won’t do it, I’ll find you someone else!”

I suddenly felt a pang in my heart. What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t believe I’m staying with this kind of person! The lust in my heart disappeared all of a sudden, and in its place was a sadness, a deep sadness. It’s amazing that there is such a thing in this world, and that I’ve fallen to such a level.

I stood up and said to my boss, “I’ve got a few things to do, I’ll go first.”

The boss thought I was getting tired of waiting: “Just wait a little longer, she’ll be here soon.”

“No, no, I’ll come back tomorrow night.”

The boss’s wife didn’t insist too much: “Then you can come back tomorrow night, come early tomorrow night.”

“Okay.” I said perfunctorily, thinking: I’m not fucking coming back.

I made it out the door, a little happy that I hadn’t crashed down after all, so it looked like I was still saved. Shit! Go back to your books and make sure you pass the exam.

When I went back, my mind had calmed down. I didn’t have a single thought about this in the days that followed, and I began to study well for my exams.

In January, I finally finished the examination, after the examination I think it’s over again, I began to consider choosing another way. This time is not far from the Spring Festival, I feel ashamed to see the father and mother, so I did not go home, the buddy did not go. After the examination I went to his place, I did not mention to him my miserable experience of whoring chicken, he also just asked me about the situation of graduate school, and then we spent a lively and bleak New Year together.

Then it was back to work. I was in such a terrible mood that I didn’t have the heart to work at all, I just felt that my life had lost its direction and I started drinking.

One day at the end of the day, somehow I ghosted around a bit and went back to the place.

I was greeted by a young lady I didn’t recognize, quite plump looking, about 5’6″, but at a glance I could tell she was older than Hong. “Massage yes?” She spoke in a whisper and a quiet tone, also with a thick northeastern accent.

“Is Red here?” I replied.

“She’s gone home.” She was a little disappointed to see that I was looking for another girl, but still explained to me in a calm voice: “She doesn’t work here anymore.” After a pause, she added: “Can I give you a massage?”

“Okay.” I don’t have a choice anymore.

I followed her into the inner room and lay down, she took a small stool and sat beside me and began to massage me.

Her technique was much worse than the last little girl, but I didn’t care, I wasn’t aiming for a massage.

“You haven’t learned massage before have you?” I asked.

“No. I’m learning to wash feet.”

I wondered, “How can I learn to wash my feet?”

“Look at what you’re saying, what not to learn? It looks easy, it’s not so easy to do.”

“Yes.” I casually returned: “But you massage is really not good, why don’t I do it for you, I have trained before.”

“I don’t believe it! You college student.” She laughed.

While she was enjoying herself, I put one hand on her breast while saying, “How do you know I’m a college student?”

“Don’t you mess around, you have to charge extra for giving a massage.” Her body shrank, avoiding my hand: “Of course I know, I can tell at a glance what people who come here are for.”

“You’re so good at this, so tell me what people are there?”

“I can’t tell you all at once, none of them are good people anyway.”

I was taken aback, I never thought of myself as a bad person: “What about you?” I wanted to poke her shield with her spear.

“I’m not a good person, you’re not a good person, no one who comes here is a good person.” She stood up and started pounding my feet: “How can a good person come to a place like this?”

Her ass is not far from me, the opportunity came, I put a hand on her buttocks: “You massage is too uncomfortable, you do not let me touch you, next time I will not look for you.” Maybe this sentence played a role, this time she did not dodge, just said “bad guy”, and then continued to help me pound feet.

I gently stroked over her ass, she had the same kind of ass I liked, it was big and I could feel her softness even though it was through her thick pants. My bottom started to swell and I slowly moved my hand to the waist of my pants and then gently moved it down, she squirmed a little but didn’t resist. She was wearing thick cotton pants so my hand felt warm.

Soon I felt the panties and I slipped my hand inside, “No.” She tried to duck out of the way, I pivoted my upper body and tugged on her thigh with my other hand, that hand then continued down, touching soft pubic hair, I stroked gently through the pubic hair, then moved my palm downwards, feeling with my palm the bursts of heat coming from her bulging pubic mound, I gently rotated the palm and my fingers began to trace downwards, touching the soft muscles that must have been the labia majora, with my middle finger I flicked at the two plump flaps of flesh, they were already a little moist.

I continued to fiddle with them for a while, then speared them with my fingers and inserted my middle finger. “No!” She whimpered, pulling my hand out: “You can’t do that.” She started to straighten her clothes: “Why are you so bad?” Then she sat down on the stool.

I was a little embarrassed to have some liquid on my fingers, but I spoke nonchalantly, “No one who comes here is good.”

She laughed: “A learned man can talk.” Seemingly hesitant, she said: “Want to jerk off?”

I’ve heard the term “jerking off” from time to time, but I didn’t really know what it meant, so I asked stupidly, “What’s jerking off?”

“I just found out about it too, it’s just me getting it out for you by hand.”

“Get what out?” I asked knowingly.

“You’re bad!” She blushed a little: “Are you going to do it?”

I’m a little tempted: “How much?”

“You’ll give 50 total!”

It’s not very expensive: “Okay, try it.”

She moved the stool to the side of my legs and started to unbuckle my belt, my heart was pounding with excitement and fear. She easily pulled out my penis, although not to the point of hardness, but also a full erection, I looked up and swept down, only to see her to stand it up, and then with the forefinger and finger clamp, began to move up and down, asked: “comfortable?”

Maybe it’s because of the circumcision, but like last time, I felt pain again. I don’t know if other guys like to jerk off, but for me it’s no fun at all, and I’ll be honest: “I feel a little pain.”

“Yeah? Then I’ll be gentle.”

It didn’t help that I was still in pain and my penis was getting soft. I sat up: “Stop it, let’s do it!” This “do” is their jargon, I also learned it when I came here before.

“Do you really want to do it?” She stared at me with both eyes, then added: “Just do it!”

“How much?” I asked.

“One hundred.” She didn’t hesitate.

“Just in that little dark room back there?”

“You’ve been there?” She was still staring at me, making me a little embarrassed.

“I’ve seen it, it’s too harsh an environment for me. You can come to my house tonight!”

“To your house?” She froze for a moment: “Just here! I don’t like it there either, but it’ll be over soon.”

I was most annoyed with this statement, in my imagination, sex should be a foreplay, flirting first, and then enter the main event. I insisted, “No way. It’s too cold, it’s dirty, it’s messy, and it’s not safe.”

I’m telling the truth, it really isn’t safe there, the doorway is directly across from a residential building, so if someone was upstairs with binoculars, they could certainly see right through it.

“Let me build you a stove, okay?” She shook my shoulder: “Can I?”

“No.” I answered with no room for negotiation, and then relaxed again: “What are you afraid of, it’s not like I haven’t been here before, if you don’t believe me, ask the boss.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, I’ve never gone out with anyone before.” Then she seemed to make up her mind: “Okay, I’ll go with you tonight.”

“How much do you want?”

“I don’t know, do you?”

“Is two hundred okay?”

She seemed happy: “Okay.”

“What time do I pick you up tonight?”

“I’ll go ask the boss and see when he’s available.” She helped me get dressed and then went to find the boss. Not long after, she walked in: “Is nine o’clock okay?”

“All right. I’ll meet you at nine tonight.”

“Remember to come!”

“It’s a deal.”

She sent me out, and on her way out, she said, “Be careful on the road.” I suddenly had a kind of touch, a kind of inexplicable touch, but I did not look back, did not look back and left.

I pushed open the familiar glass door on time that night, and she came over as soon as I entered: “I thought you weren’t coming!”

“How come?” I didn’t want to stay there any longer: “Let’s go!”

“Wait a minute, I need to put on one more coat.” She ran into the inner room and came out a moment later with a coat on: “Let’s go!”

She and I went out the door, I got on the broken bike, she sat on the back and put her arms around me: “I thought you weren’t coming.”

I wonder why I keep saying this: “I said I’d come, so why don’t I?”

“You don’t look like that kind of person to me either, and I hate people who don’t keep their word.”

Along the way, we chatted quite happily and I gradually relaxed. Soon arrived at the door of my house, I told her to keep quiet and brought her into my room like a thief.

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“Wow! It’s so warm in your house.” She said as soon as she entered the room. It’s not bad, the heat is given quite enough here.

“Have a seat.” I pointed to a chair.

She took off her jacket and sat down at the desk, I poured her a glass of water: “Have a glass of water!”

“No, I’m not thirsty.” She said politely, “You live alone?”

“Right.”

“Why don’t you find a date if you’re so well endowed?”

“No money.” I said bitterly.

“Hey, it doesn’t cost much, so let’s go! It’s lonely alone.”

“I’m in no hurry, I plan to get married when I’m 30.” I’m telling the truth, right now I can say I have nothing, my mission for the past few years is to make money, how can I have a family if I don’t start a business?

“Feel free to look around, I’ll go make some water.” I had a vague feeling that I should wash up before bed or something, and honestly, I wasn’t sure exactly how the process worked.

Returning to the room from the kitchen, I saw her writing something casually with a pen on a piece of manuscript paper.

“You guys are so nice, unlike us, who are on edge all day and don’t have a good day.” She said.

“What’s so good about it, it’s hard to live without money wow! I’ve heard that in your line of work you’ve all become rich.” They do make money much faster than me, some time ago Beijing in an apartment building hollowed out a prostitution nest, a lady just less than a month, net tips took more than 100,000 yuan.

“What? What would I do if I had money? I don’t want to live like this.” She paused and added, “It’s the young ladies who make the money; those of my age don’t make much a day.”

That’s true. According to media reports, the lady in Beijing is only about 20 years old, and she is patronized by high-ranking officials, IT nouveau riche, and master’s degree students.

I was going to ask her how old she was, but I thought about it and held back. For one thing, it’s said that women, especially older women, don’t like to be asked their age, and for another, I’m afraid it’s a waste of time to ask, as she could just give me an answer.

“How long have you been doing this?”

“I just got here last month and I haven’t made any money yet!”

I didn’t quite believe it, but I didn’t contradict her.

“It’s not good in Tianjin, not many customers.”

“Oh, where have you done this before?” I caught a loophole. I usually like to write a little process, engaged in process design a hair once found a loophole, always will not be easy to let go.

“I’ve never done it before.” She was a bit anxious: “I used to wash people’s feet and massage them in the northeast.”

In Tianjin is not good to do, I understand, one is Tianjin people have no money. Tianjin than Beijing, as China than the United States, not in a class. We usually compare Tianjin to Beijing’s backyard, Beijing people in Beijing tired of living, to Tianjin to rest their feet, anyway, not far away, more than an hour to the. Tianjin prices are low, the level of consumption is not high, Beijing people do what happy occasion, many are driving over to open the banquet, take the road than in Beijing  count.

Secondly, Tianjin is tightly regulated. Government officials feel that the economy can’t go up anyway, so they might as well focus on security. Tianjin’s security is the best in the country, you walk in the street in the middle of the night without fear of robbery, prostitution is caught on sight. Once I took a taxi, the brother was full of complaints about this, said Tianjin should be set up a red light district, those who are rich is to enjoy, you do not provide him with a place to enjoy, how will they invest in your area?

“I see you guys are pretty profitable, thirty for a massage.” I said.

“Thirty is a lot less, elsewhere it’s at least fifty. Besides, the thirty isn’t all for me.”

“How much can you take?”

“Nine dollars.”

I can not help but be shocked, only nine dollars! My heart suddenly rose a wave of pity, usually thought that being a young lady is the fastest way to make money, I did not realize that every family has a difficult scripture. Grandma, it’s not easy to live.

“Your boss is a dark one.”

“What can we do, who told us to stay at his place? The boss is so strict that he usually doesn’t let us go out.”

I was surprised again, “So you stayed inside all day?”

“It’s still okay to walk around the entrance, you’ll have to pay the exit fee if you want to go out.” I learned a new term, those writers are right, you have to be close to life to be inspired.

She moved the paper in front of me and wrote two big words on it: “Zhu X”. I took her pen and wrote my name, my real name, next to her name, then sent the paper back, she read it once and said, “I remember.”

We fooled around a bit more and the water came on, “Do you want to wash up?” I asked.

“Be.” She stood up and began to undress. I got a faceplate, poured boiling water, mixed it with cool water, and brought it to her.

She’s wearing a lot of clothes, I’ve never seen her wear so much: “Why are you wearing so much?”

“It’s so cold where we are that we can’t sleep at night.”

“No heat?”

“Yes there is, not in the second half of the night.”

Probably because she was afraid of the cold, she only took off her pants, so I couldn’t see underneath — but I didn’t have a strong need for that at the time.

She squatted above the faceplate and splashed water on her pussy with her hand.

“Is it hot?”

“It’s okay.”

I could smell a tawdry odor coming from my nose, it was time to wash.

I stood by and watched her, a habit I found refreshing. Once I went to my classmate’s place and he said that there was a dude in his dormitory who used to beat a pan of water to wash his buttocks every night before going to bed, at that time I just thought it was ridiculous, but now I kind of appreciate it. Of course, this is just a different traditional concept, so the views are different.

Life is always like this, you start to feel very ridiculous things, after getting used to it, it does not matter. When the Tianjin media first started to advertise “Blue Sky Six Bicarbonate Cure”, I also found the name vulgar, but now it’s much better, and sometimes I can even “eat well”.

But there was something even fresher, she finished washing her lower body and sat down on the chair: “And wash your feet.” Then she put her feet in the basin.

I can’t speak. I don’t know if it’s something that people from the northeast (or the north) like to do, and although I just said that it doesn’t matter if you get used to it, I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to make it a habit for the rest of my life.

“I’ll refill your water.” I lifted the pot and added some boiling water to the basin.

Soon she washed up, I picked up the basin: “I pour the water.” I did this may be she did not expect, she screamed: “No, I do it myself, how can I let you pour water for me!” I ignored her and poured the water. Later, I thought that it might not be a good idea to pour the foot-washing water for others.

This is again a difference in perception, and it was only after I arrived in Tianjin that I realized that “two hundred and fifty-five” was a curse word.

“Aren’t you going to wash up?” She asked me.

“No need, right?” I looked at her with a solicitous gaze, then smiled : “There’s nothing to wash.”

I actually washed my baby before I went to pick her up, which I always thought I should have done.

“That’s fine.” She didn’t push it.

“It’s late, go to sleep!” I started to undress.

“Hmm.” She lifted the covers and dove (lay?) inside. .

I take off my coat and get into bed.

It was the first time in my life that I was lying under the covers with a mature woman, and as soon as I entered, she wrapped her arms around me: “It’s so warm!” I wrapped my arms around her, too, and my lower body touched hers, and my baby started to get an erection — literally, it hadn’t gotten an erection until now.

“Are you from the country or the city?” She asked with her head resting on my chest.

I gently stroked her back with my hand, enjoying her voluptuous body: “Rural.”

“Like me, I’m from the countryside. How many kids are in your family?”

“I have another brother. Do you?”

“I have a sister. It’s so hard in the countryside!” She sighed.

Her words evoked memories of my childhood, yes, the countryside is bitter enough, but my childhood in the countryside is so fond of, whenever I think of the carefree life when I was young, the innocence that will never come back, I can not help but feel a pang of sadness. Truly, I am now living a very tired and unhappy life.

Somehow, she and I got interested in talking about our childhood: chopping wood in the mountains, cooking for our mothers, herding cows in the fields, going to school with our buddies…

This is indeed a very interesting and unexpected event. There are four great joys in life: to have rain in a drought, to meet an old friend in another country, to have a wedding night, and to return to one’s hometown in fine clothes. It seems too early to say when I return to my hometown, and it’s not quite right to describe my current situation, hehehe! I’ve met a friend from another country.

After an hour or so, I didn’t feel quite right anymore, I stopped talking and stared into her eyes. She saw that I didn’t speak and stopped squeaking, looking up at me, our eyes facing each other in silence. After a long time, I gently planted my lips on hers and stopped moving. This is my first kiss, I do not know how to kiss.

Her lips gently rubbed against mine, and then I gently rubbed against hers. Her lips were a little dry, but the sensation was so subtle that I lingered on the sensation even beyond the subsequent lovemaking — if lovemaking is defined only as the direct contact of sexual organs.

I can’t describe what I felt at the time, I can only say that I felt a sense of happiness, a feeling of contentment, a feeling that seems to be something that should be said by a woman, and I did feel it.

She stuck out her tongue and held my upper lip with her tongue and upper lip, moving slowly from side to side, then I stuck out my tongue and held her upper lip with my tongue and upper lip, moving slowly from side to side. Then our tongues entwined, one moment the top side of my tongue against the bottom side of her tongue, the next the top side of her tongue against the bottom side of my tongue, parting at intervals for a moment, taking a hasty breath then continuing to lick each other.

Soon her tongue was in my mouth and I took her in with both lips, then gently squirmed until her tongue slipped out, then she reached in again, deeper this time, and I took her root and repeated what I had just done.

We enjoyed ourselves greedily like that, and after I don’t know how long, I stopped: “Take off your clothes!” She nodded, sat up and started to take off her underwear until she was left with her bra and panties.

As soon as she laid down, “Finish taking it off!” I said to her. She gave me a hand: “Fool, you take off the rest!”

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I was embarrassed, put one hand on her bra, her breasts are very plump, I remembered a word commonly used in erotic novels: “high breasts”, my hand hard, push the bra toward her neck: “is this how to take off?” I remembered that the heroes in European and American pornographic videos almost always do this.

“No, take it off.” She pushed her breasts upward. I put my hand behind her back and fumbled around, trying to find some kind of button or something. I found it, but couldn’t undo it after half a day’s work, “How?” I was embarrassed.

“Fool, you’re still a college student!” She wrapped one hand around her back and unbuttoned it: “Look, I can do it with one hand.”

I moved my bra out of the way and two globes of flesh appeared in front of me, large, including the nipples, but they had darkened and I gently ran my hands over them.

“Take it all off!” I reached down with one hand. She didn’t say a word and lifted her ass, I pulled on the edge of the pants and worked them down, her legs curled and I pulled the panties down to her knees, she straightened her legs again and I pulled them off.

Her head rested on one of my hands and I kissed her lips as my other hand went to the small of her back and stroked it a couple of times before moving to her pubic mound, which was bulging and covered in soft pubic hairs, and my fingers traveled through them, tangling with them.

In the past, when I watched women in bathing suits, the middle of the crotch was bulging, and it was quite strange at that time, since it was a place with a hole, how could it be bulging? Now I realize that it’s the pubic mound that’s doing the honors.

My fingers soon touched my pussy and I gently felt around, trying to find the entrance, but all I could feel was two flaps of flesh, not a watery one by any means, just a little wet, giving me more of a feeling of her heat.

I couldn’t help myself and moved one leg out of the way as I shifted my body between her legs, “Wait a minute,” she opened her eyes : “Put the condom on.” She took a condom out of the pillow (I don’t even know when she put it there), sat up and put it on my cock.

Although I have no grudge against it, although I know that I have to wear it for safety reasons, I have always been hostile to condoms, and I always felt that having sex with a condom on was not like having sex with a human being, but like having sex with a rubber.

Now that I’ve finally seen this guy, he’s got my baby firmly hooped, especially with the bubble on its head, which looks so funny I can’t wait to throw it away.

I pressed her underneath me, holding the shaft in one hand, pressed the glans against the slit, and then pushed harder, but after several attempts it didn’t work. Helpless, I crouched over her and asked softly, “Where is it?”

She did not say anything, one hand reached over to hold the penis, aligned the glans to a place, legs slightly apart, whispered: “Make it hard.” I leaned forward on my butt, make force, finally went in.

I pivoted my upper body and looked at where we were joined. With only the lamp on, I could only dimly see two dark piles of shadows connected in the center by my prick, the glans having disappeared. Yes, it had entered another woman.

It had entered the woman’s body instead of just hovering on the outside like last time.

It went into a woman, not a man as it did in middle school; much less a hen as it did a year or so ago.

Am I a real man now? I was so dumbfounded that I didn’t even know what to do next.

After a while, I crouched down and kissed her, and I had a feeling that I was going to be grateful to her.

Holding this position, we kissed, greedily sucking in each other’s juices. Then I put my knees on the bed and began to push, moving my hips forward, feeling some obstacles, I withdrew slightly and then advanced again, my belly finally pressing against hers.

I pivoted up again and the penis had completely disappeared and the shadows were only one, like an open book with a large ink stain in the center where it was attached.

I began the primal twitching. I don’t know how pornography is written on the internet, but that night, in my bed, there were no moans, no grunts, and other than the occasional sound or two from Misty Throat that I couldn’t make out, she made almost no sound at all. Then she began to shake her head from side to side, sometimes biting her lips tightly, sometimes panting sharply, with a look of great distress.

I don’t know how many times I jerked it and when I felt tired I finally stopped. I withdrew my penis part way and then reached down to touch it, and again I was amazed. There was liquid all over my penis, so wet that droplets had even formed. Not to mention that the amount of fluid surprised me, just the fact that it was coming out surprised me – I’d always assumed that she wasn’t aroused yet, and that it was just a routine obligation, since she hadn’t moaned once since then.

I asked in her ear, “Why are you drooling so much?”

“I don’t know, it never flowed before.”

That’s a bit of an absolute statement, but I believe it. I can’t even get an erection in that shithole of theirs, let alone get water flowing.

“Change positions!” I felt a little tired.

“OK.”

I pulled out my cock and lay down beside her, then wrapped one arm around one of her legs that was close to mine and lifted it upward so that she was in the position of having her ass back to me; I put one foot between her feet and moved my body down until my cock was poking her pussy.

I didn’t thrust in right away, I reached one hand down to her lower back and pressed my palm against one side of the shaft, and the other side of the shaft against her pussy. I slowly worked my palm, feeling the softness and wetness of her pussy muscles and her burning heat.

After a while of this, I concentrated my strength on my index and middle fingers – their heads pressed against the head of my cock, and I increased my strength, the glans sinking into the fleshy groove.

I lifted her top leg, leaned forward on my stomach and pushed my prick all the way in, then held still. I wrapped my arms around her and began to caress her breasts, I held them in one hand and pushed up from the root to the nipple, then repeated the motion. Finally, I pinched the nipple with my forefinger and my finger, the nipple had hardened and I didn’t know how to stroke it, I just pinched it gently, sometimes pinching it and stretching it outwards.

Lifting her thighs with my hands, I began a new round of thrusts.

I found it much more difficult to thrust in this way than I had earlier, and her vaginal muscles even began to contract, blocking my smooth thrusts. I lifted her thighs even higher in order to get a smooth thrust, however I could hardly move at all, her pussy seemed to have grown a hoop and each thrust took a lot of effort on my part.

I brought my other hand down to her crotch, and with both hands I made a strong effort to press her into a prone position on the bed. Her chin was pressed into the pillow, her arms wrapped around it, her feet spread apart and pressed against the bedpan; I put my feet together and crouched over her back as I slammed my lower abdomen into her buttocks so hard that I heard the clean thumping sound that is so often used in pornography to describe hard lovemaking.

Perhaps it was the fact that the position was not deep enough to penetrate, the vaginal muscles could only barely hoop the tip of the glans, and my pumping began to go smoothly. I don’t know if she made a sound this time, I couldn’t have cared less, I had become a banging machine.

I suddenly had a desire to cum, and I hurriedly stopped, forcing myself not to let my semen come out. Crouching on her back, I gasped for air.

After a long time, I said to her, “I’m tired, will you be on top?”

I lay flat on my back and she sat with her crotch above the base of my thighs, one hand on her pussy, one hand standing up the prick pressed against my abdomen, aiming the glans at the spot where her fingertips were, and then slowly sitting down.

She began to do squats, and within a few moments she began to make a sound, as if it were a whimper.

Her breasts weren’t far from me, and I reached out and rubbed them casually, one in each hand.

She moved faster and faster, and it wasn’t long before she suddenly sat still, and I wondered if she had reached her climax because her eyes were closed tightly and she didn’t say a word. After about ten seconds or so, she let out a long sigh and then resumed her assault on me.

This time she began to speak, “Why don’t you let it out?”

I also found it strange that I had no desire to cum in this position, perhaps her vagina seemed looser when she opened her feet, I didn’t have the feeling that I was tightly gripped just now, or even as if it wasn’t clamping down on me.

She spoke again, “Don’t hold back, please let it out quickly! I can’t stand it.”

I thought it was funny: “What can I do if it doesn’t come out? It’s not under my control.”

“Who said that? I knew you were holding back, you men always do.”

I thought she might be tired: “Come down, change your position.”

She lifted her ass and her penis slid down, sticking to her belly, I reached out and touched it, and everywhere I went, it was wet and slippery. I touched the fluids with my hand, and a thrill ran through me, these fluids, a part of my body brought out of a woman, a part of me that had given her pleasure, that had turned her on, that had fulfilled her, and that had reacted automatically inside her, oozing out these fluids, showing the other person how satisfied she was.

I was deeply proud, and that pride was a pride that I brought to myself by having satisfied a woman. It was a feeling that was unlike any sex you’d ever had before (if it was sex at all); from a man, you could also ejaculate and reach an orgasm, but it wouldn’t ooze out of him; from a hen, you sometimes couldn’t even get it in at all.

“How do I get it?” She asked me.

“Is it okay to come from behind?” I didn’t want to say the words “doggy style”, it would be hurtful to the other person.

She turned around, lying prone, then brought her calves together, recycling them back up, her ass raised. I sat behind her on my knees, stroking her plump ass with one hand and holding my cock in the other, slowly moving forward.

This is my favorite position, I used it every time from 5th grade to the end of middle school, and I’ve become obsessed with it.

Running my hands over this fat ass in front of me, I felt my prick become even harder. I aimed my glans at the crack in the middle of my buttocks and squeezed the glans in, then pushed my ass hard and thrust my cock all the way in.

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Something bad happened, before I moved a few times, there was a “plopping” sound from inside her, which was very uncomfortable. Embarrassed, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“There’s gas going in.” She didn’t seem too happy about it.

It was no fun having sex like that, so I wrapped my arms around her hips and lay back down on the bed, resuming the position I had been in earlier, side by side, with her ass back to me. I tried moving a few times, and there was still that irritating sound.

“I’m a little sore.” She said.

“What then, I haven’t cum yet?” This was the first time this had happened to me and I stopped there, not knowing what to do.

“Go on then, just be gentle.”

“Forget it, let’s not do it if you think it hurts.” It cost 200 bucks, but I didn’t want to force her.

“No, you might as well do it! As long as you feel good about it.” She said as if somewhat pleadingly.

“No, you do not feel comfortable even if.” I held back my desire to comfort her: “In fact, I want to have an orgasm is very simple, with the hand a few minutes on the line, the main thing is to make you happy.”

She was a little surprised: “You use your hands? Do you always jerk off?”

“Yes.” I replied in a stuttering voice: “Sometimes I do it after watching a pornographic video.”

“Don’t you ever do that again, call me when you want.”

“OK.”

That’s easy for you to say. How can I have so much money? If I really had money, I wouldn’t patronize hair salons.

“Actually, you let it go just now.” She said.

“No way!” I don’t believe it: “I don’t know if I’m going to release it or not?”

“You really put it in.” She insisted: “I can feel it all, maybe only a part of it was released.”

I am a bit funny, I still heard the first time that there are ejaculation and ejaculation half. I looked at the clock, almost two o’clock: “quite late, sleep!”

“Can we talk a little longer?” She actually didn’t want to go to sleep yet.

“Talk about what?”

“Feel free to chat, it bored me to death in there.”

I wondered, “Don’t you have a lot of ladies there?”

“What do they talk about?” She lengthened her voice and said, “The men think about how to get the women killed, and the women think about how to get the men out quickly.” She laughed: “Those guys are too much fun, bad!”

“How did you get so much water?” I changed the subject, I couldn’t get enough of the win I’d just had.

“I don’t know, I didn’t even flow before. At that time, I just want to finish quickly, how can I think about this.” She paused for a moment: “That place is dangerous, I’m afraid I’ll get caught if I take too long.”

“Were you comfortable just now?” That’s what I’m most concerned about.

She nodded: “It’s comfortable. Can’t you see I’m bleeding so much?”

Even though it was the expected answer, I was glad. “It’s late, go to sleep.” I said again, I can’t tell you how many times I yawned, I was indeed sleepy.

“Mmm.” She agreed.

I stepped back and pulled my cock out, it wasn’t as hard as it had been a moment ago, but it was still in an erection.

“I help you get it!” She sat up, cupped the penis sleeve in her hand, gently pulled it out, put it in a plastic bag on the table, and then lay down next to me, smiling, “You’ll see tomorrow, it must be all watery inside.”

I couldn’t care less: “Go to sleep!” She nodded: “Hold me, I want you to sleep with me in your arms.”

I put one hand on her head, she lifted her head, I dropped my hand, she rested her head on my arm and snuggled into my chest, I put my other hand on her back and wrapped my arms around her, and soon she was in dreamland.

The next day (that day?) I woke up just after six o’clock, a habit I got into for grad school, waking up early to memorize my vocabulary, a habit that has since become fixed. She was still snuggled up against my chest, my arm had been withdrawn at some point. A few strands of hair scattered on the forehead, I used my hand to gently gather them back to the ear, she woke up.

I didn’t say anything and looked at her as if she was still awake, a little confused.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked.

“Mmm.” She nodded her head vigorously: “It’s much better than in there.”

“Where do you sleep?” I remembered that their house wasn’t very big.

“Just sleep on the massage bed.”

“How can I sleep then? It’s too small to even roll over.”

“Let’s put three beds together so it’s more comfortable.”

I stroked her hair, not knowing what to say. She looked at me, her eyes bright.

I took one of her hands and pulled it to my lower body, I woke up with an erection and she squeezed it: “It’s scary.”

I suddenly remembered a question: “Is it considered big?” I guess every man will ask this question, although many health magazines tell you that the size of the penis is not directly related to the woman’s orgasm, but no man does not care about it.

“Great.” She said just one word.

“Really?” I couldn’t be sure she wasn’t being perfunctory. I had measured my baby before, the length is about 14-5 centimeters, if you feel reluctant, press the ruler a little harder into your skin, you can reach 15 centimeters. I am confident about the length, I asked my classmates, they actually have 12cm, of course, it’s nothing compared to the foreigners. But I think the glans is small, less than 4cm, I didn’t ask others how big theirs is, anyway I have a feeling of slenderness.

She moved her hand fumblingly to the root and then back to the head, affirming, “It’s big enough.”

“I don’t think it’s thick enough.” I lifted the covers and looked down.

“Still not big?” Her hand suddenly hardened: “You want to kill me to be happy, don’t you?”

“Ouch!” I screamed, “You want to kill me to be happy, don’t you?”

“It’s just to get you killed so that you don’t hurt anyone.” She pouted: “You pest.”

Her lips were thick and sensual and I couldn’t resist putting my mouth on them. I put my arms around the back of her neck while she held the back of my head and we kissed deeply.

The lust that hadn’t been released last night was revitalized, and I left her lips and asked, “Want one?”

She nodded, but immediately added, “No, I just brought a condom.”

I can’t help it anymore, I rolled over and pressed her underneath me: “I don’t need a condom, I’m not sick, are you?” I said as I pushed my glans against her pussy.

“No.” She pushed her hands into my stomach, “Next time, okay?”

I kissed her, glans sliding in and out of the groove, then looked her in the eyes and said in a pleading voice, “You’re letting me in, this will suffocate me.”

“You bad boy.” She withdrew her hands and spread her legs slightly apart. Strangely enough, I didn’t need her help this time, and I didn’t see where the entrance was, but I inserted it after only a few tries, which might be called practice makes perfect.

I started pumping right away, her pussy was already full of mucus and the thrusts went very smoothly. I didn’t forget to kiss her, slowing down the jerking whenever I kissed her, then leaving her lips, speeding up, then slowing down to kiss her again.

Repeating this for a while, she gave the same hard look she had last night, and soon her vaginal muscles began to contract.

I was at the point where I couldn’t control it and I knew I was going to cum soon, I stopped kissing her and just kept banging away, not caring about the constraints that her vagina had on me.

I was finally about to explode as I gave a few hard thrusts and then pressed my pussy tightly against her pussy. I couldn’t seem to see anything else as I braced my upper body and didn’t move a muscle, letting the fluid squirt out of me.

When it was over, I crouched down, all but helpless, and collapsed on top of her, my head falling to the side of her head, my mouth to her ear, gasping for air.

After a short interval, I moved my head over to her, her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, and I could hear her breathing.

I kissed her and she opened her eyes and ran her hands behind my back, “Comfortable?”

“Comfortable.” Really comfortable.

“I’m not sick, am I?”

“No.” I was happy and kissed again.

“Bring the toilet paper.”

I reached toward the table with one hand and couldn’t reach it, I held her hips and moved toward the bed. Casually grabbing a stack of toilet paper and handing it to her, she lifted her ass and put the paper under her ass, I lifted my ass and my cock slipped out.

She moved her hand under her ass and threw the toilet paper away a moment later: “Some more.”

I took another stack and she wrapped the toilet paper around my baby, wiped it off, and then threw it away again. I sat up and looked at her stupidly.

She glared at me: “Why so much? Come again.”

I handed her another load, she rubbed it on her pussy a couple times, then threw it away: “More.” I picked up another stack.

“Okay, I need to go to the bathroom.” She put on her underwear, got out of bed, and headed for the restroom.

I was paralyzed on the bed, drained of energy, as if I had fallen apart.

She came back after half a day and ate and laughed when she saw me like this. I ignored her, I couldn’t ignore her anymore.

She got under the covers and hugged me: “Are you tired? See if you’re still sloppy!”

I exhaled deeply and caressed her head: “I’m exhausted.”

This time it probably lasted less than five minutes, and I wondered, “Why is it over so quickly this time?”

“You’re back to normal.” She slapped me.

“What’s back to normal? Too soon this time.” I said reluctantly.

“Is that bad?” She wrapped her arms around me: “You were crazy last night, can’t stand you.”

It’s after seven. I have to get her out of here early. It’s too late for that.

“It’s time to go.”

She looked at her watch: “Well, get up.”

Dressed, she picked up the mirror, combing hair. I took out two hundred dollars and handed it to her, she blushed a little, took the money, smiled shyly and said, “I’m so sorry, next time I don’t want any money.”

I sent her away very carefully, just afraid to run into acquaintances, fortunately, that day is Sunday, seven o’clock on the street is quite small.

When I got back to the house, my room was a mess, full of paper balls, and I couldn’t be bothered to clean it up, so I fell back to sleep.

It was after eleven when I woke up, so I quickly cleaned up the house and then ate something random.

I had been in a state of arousal all day, with last night on my mind, and my penis had been erect almost all day, and I had taken my pants off several times to get a closer look at it, to see if it had changed.

It was kinda different, the penis was very smooth, as if it was coated in some kind of powder, and I don’t know if that had anything to do with the condom, because it didn’t happen the few times we had sex afterward. She never came with a condom again after that.

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The streets were crowded with people and vehicles, and the police were directing traffic at the traffic post in the middle of the road.

Suddenly, across the street ran over two people, a fat one and a thin one, the thin one in front, the fat one chased after him, shouting while chasing him: “Catch him, catch him!”

Thin man ran fast, fat man grows fat, panting and panting after half a day did not catch up, the streets of the good people began to help chase, running behind the thin man more and more people. The thin man panicked and ran to the middle of the road, the police look, well, sent to the door, jumped down from the post, stretched his legs and tripped, “thump” sound, the thin man fell, on the ground breathing.

A group of people gathered around, everyone didn’t know what had happened, talking and talking, just waiting for Fatty to come over.

A moment later, the fat man rushed up with a thick breath, and the crowd automatically opened a gap to let the fat man in. The fat man dragged the thin man: “Good boy, after whoring chicken dare not treat?”

This is a one-liner by Ma Sanli. When I first heard it, I wondered why I had to treat myself after whoring a chicken.

I didn’t realize it was really happening. The next day, when I mentioned this to my classmates, the man actually yelled: “treat, treat, good boy, you have you, tonight to celebrate.”

He didn’t get a celebratory drink after all, but I was puzzled by my state of mind during those days. Before this incident, I had often used the word “degenerate” to describe myself, but now I seemed to have put it out of my mind, and on the contrary, I couldn’t help mentioning it to my close friends whenever I ran into them, and there was more bragging than self-reproach in it, just as that fellow had done to me before. I can’t help but mention it to them every time I run into a close friend, and it’s more of a glittering thing than a self-loathing thing, just like that buddy did to me.

However, it does count as a success, at first out of sexual temptation, and then more desperate to prove his sexual prowess than to vent.

When I didn’t succeed the first time, I felt extremely panicked, “impotence” and “impotence” filled my mind, and this panic was linked to my previous experience. In the past with the same sex, every time after the end, I can not help but think: am I a pervert? Am I a pervert? Am I only able to fulfill my duties as a man when I’m with a man? Am I unable to get married?

Due to traditional concepts, I have never dared to go out and look for a lady, whenever a desire arises, I solve it by myself, and sometimes when I can’t satisfy myself, I turn my attention to something else that can give me vent.

But this increased my guilt more and more, and I often fell into deep self-blame.

I knew that I would fall apart if I went down like that, so I eventually took that step. Rightly or wrongly, I’ve finally come out of the abyss I was in before, and maybe for that reason I’m in such a good mood.

Could this really be a victory? Will I fall into another trap? I don’t know. Life is full of variables. Who would have predicted that Yusaku Min would go from being a nationally recognized hero to a prisoner overnight?

I thought it would be the first and last time, but a week later, I couldn’t resist again.

On Saturday night, I stepped onto the familiar steps. As soon as Aju saw me, she immediately ran out.

I said to her, “Can we talk outside?” I didn’t want to go in that room.

“Okay.” She put on her coat and followed me to the landing outside the door.

It was a very remote trail, not even streetlit, and almost dark except for the lights from passing cars.

“Miss me?” She hugged me.

“Want.” I think I must have blushed at the time, because it was sexual desire that seemed to take over when I said want.

“I have good news for you.” She said happily as she leaned into my chest.

“What good news?” I really didn’t expect her to have any good news.

“I’m not doing it anymore.” She said a little smugly, “Are you happy?”

I was shocked, did not come tonight for nothing? But I said, “Really?”

“Really, I’ll just do massages from now on.”

“So…” I lengthened my voice: “I…”

“But I’ll go with you.” She hugged me tightly: “I’ll only go out with you from now on.”

I was a little touched, and a little scared… she wasn’t going to haunt me, was she?

People are selfish, I often see this conclusion in books. I suppose it was a selfish instinct that created this fear at the time, wasn’t it?

“Then you’re coming with me now.” Despite the unsettling thoughts, I couldn’t wait to take her.

“No.” She shook her head, “Not tonight.”

“Why?”

She was a bit shy: “I’m here.”

“What’s up?” I asked after him.

“Do you not understand or are you playing dumb?” She whacked me: “I’m on my period.”

I see. I’ve only ever heard menstruation referred to as a period of some sort before, so it seems that new terms are popping up all over the place.

There was a hint of inexplicable excitement in the back of my mind: “When did you get here?”

I have a keen interest in terms related to women, such as leucorrhea and menstruation, which until now, I was baffled by. It was menstruation that appeared more in the usual newspapers, and I always wanted to know what menstruation really was. Maybe we got too little education about it, and the most I knew was that I had heard that my stomach hurt when I had my period, but I never had the chance to see this amazing thing. Sometimes used sanitary napkins were thrown in the garbage can by the door, in a clear plastic bag, you could see that it was a long strip inside, I tried to take them home several times, but there were a lot of people coming and going, so I didn’t end up succeeding.

I have actually seen sanitary napkins, once I was reading in the house, “knock knock” someone knocked on the door, I opened the door to see, a girl stood in the doorway, sweetly said: “Mr. Hello, I’m XXX company, we are engaged in promotions, you sign on it to give you a free piece, if you have any suggestions, please reflect to our company. Any suggestions, please reflect to our company.”

I’ve seen this sort of thing a lot, staying home on my days off often results in a free lunch, mostly cookies, shampoo and the like, and of course sometimes not without harassment. Why wouldn’t you want a free lunch? Without thinking, I picked up the pen she handed me and wrote down my name.

I came back to take a closer look, but it was a packet of small nurse sanitary napkins, it seems to say something about night-use type, a few pieces of packet, I don’t remember clearly.

When I opened it, I was shocked, I didn’t expect the sanitary napkin to be so big, I thought it was just the size of a tofu block, but I didn’t expect it to be as long as the palm of my hand!

Then it ended up not fulfilling its original mission and after oozing on something else, I threw it in the trash.

I also know that when a woman is menstruating she has a very strong sex drive, and when we used to play ball, if someone suddenly got powerful and unstoppable, we would yell at them, “Are you fucking menstruating?”

“When did you get here?” I asked her.

“Just came in, Thursday.”

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s okay. Sometimes it hurts.” She looked like she was having second thoughts: “I don’t even want to eat.” Then she added: “It comes once a month, and it’s so annoying.”

“What about tonight?” Disappointed, I pressed my hands on her breasts, “I’d love to tonight.”

“I also want you.” She looked up at me and said, “But I really can’t, you’re a scholar, it’s not like you don’t understand.”

“Why not?”

“Ouch, there will be a lot of blood.” She stomped her foot: “It’ll bleed all over your bed, and I’ll have to come back and wash the sheets for you.” She said she was also happy.

“What about? I’m hard as hell, is there another way?” I thought of anal sex, but didn’t say anything.

“No. Anything else is fine, just not this.” She sounded adamant, seemingly at a loss.

I wanted to tease her: “Are you lying to me and don’t want to come with me?”

She was in a hurry: “I really don’t lie to you, if you don’t believe me, you can touch it.” I did not reach down.

It was cold and I wanted to go back. And with a man and a woman standing in front of the hair salon (I bet the neighborhood knows what’s going on inside), anyone who knows what’s going on shouldn’t stay here for long.

I said goodbye to her without kissing her: “I’ll come back next Saturday, is Saturday okay?”

“It doesn’t have to be Saturday, Tuesday will do.”

“But I have to work during the week, so let’s do it on Saturday!”

“OK. I’m going in, come early on Saturday.” She let go of me: “Be careful on your way.”

I stood there in a daze, surprisingly not wanting to move. After a long time, I sighed and stomped onto the broken car.

The time is not very late, but because of the cold, the streets are cold and quiet, there are some “pedestrians want to break their souls” meaning. After some time ago, the road is quite clean, the previous mess of illegal structures almost all demolished.

Some time ago, the municipal government can be said to be a great deal of work, mobilizing the city’s masses, publicity, all the “three no” people are sent back to their hometowns, street vendors are coaxed away. Then what is the retreat into the hall, the retreat back to the people, a time law enforcement officers running all over the street, a variety of banners fluttering in the wind, you side of the song I debut, a good time, but the reason is not known.

Once I heard someone in a hair salon described this way: It is said that once Li Ruihuan brought foreign guests from Beijing, the car traveling to Xiaobailou (Tianjin’s busiest area), the foreign guests asked: “May I ask how it has taken so long is not yet in the city?”

Later Li Ruihuan Zhang Lichang scolded, said Tianjin has now achieved four modernizations, “urban rural, street stalls, cadres uneducated,” there is a chemical I forgot.

So Zhang Lichang began a sweep.

In the hair salon I also heard this: “men do not prostitute, sorry Zhang Lichang; women do not prostitution, sorry Jiang Zemin.”

Be sure to go to the masses.

I didn’t wait until Saturday, I picked her up on Friday.

On the way back, Azhu looked excited and chattered non-stop, as if she had forgotten where she had just come from.

I went late that day, and when I got home it was after 10:00 a.m. We didn’t talk for a few minutes, and quickly undressed and went to bed.

“You’re so nice here.” Aju lies on her side, her hand on my chest, and says cozily, “It’s like coming home.”

“Then you have to come home more often.” I smiled and said, “But I don’t have that kind of money.”

“I’d do it for your money.” Azhu was not happy: “Look at what you said!”

I’d like her to ask for money, for one thing, because I’m afraid I won’t be able to talk about it later, and secondly, it’s not easy for Aju to be like this.

But she quickly came back to life: “You know, there’s a guy who likes me.”

I don’t think so! I was surprised: “Who is it?”

“He’s the one who drives the car, and he has to come and sit at our place after every shift.”

“He’s a driver in the unit?”

“Yes.”

“How much is it a month?”

“It’s only a thousand or so.”

“Tube food?”

“Pipe a meal at noon.”

It seemed he hadn’t had an easy life. “How old?” I then asked.

“Thirty-five.” Azhu seemed a bit regretful: “But he’s bald.”

“What’s wrong with being bald?” I said, “A man’s appearance doesn’t matter, as long as he treats you well.”

“Also.” Azhu was happy again: “He’s grown tall, more than one meter eight, and he’s also strong.”

I was shocked: “Such a big piece?”

“Hey!” Azhu smiled cheekily: “Envious, huh?”

I do envy, I have been nagging at myself. I am one meter seventy-six in height, not quite one hundred and thirty pounds, a typical southern body shape, long and thin, always felt that I lacked masculinity.

“How’s your relationship going now?” I asked.

“Alas!” Azhu sighed: “Everyone is too embarrassed to explain, you guess me and I guess you, and we can never get to that point.”

“It’ll be fine later.” I reassured her, “It’s always like that when you’re just starting out.”

“I won’t be able to come to you from now on.” I continued, “I can’t argue with him.”

“That’s not true, we’re not there yet.” She wrapped her arms around me and whispered, “I want to come to you.”

I gently stroked her back and said somewhat hopelessly, “Actually, I’ll have to find someone later, I can’t stay like this.”

“I know, ugh! Let’s talk about it later.” Azhu hung her head and whispered. A moment later she raised her head again, looked at me and said : “I want to change my profession.”

“Yes!” I don’t think it’s a good idea for her to live like this: “What are you going to do?”

“What do you want to do?” She thought for a moment: “I don’t know anything, I think the only thing I can do is learn to drive.”

“That’s nice.” I said casually, I didn’t actually know if driving was good, but it was better than what I was doing now.

“It’s so dangerous to do what we do, sometimes I just want to go home.”

I understood what she meant, it would be a disaster if the police caught it.

“Is the catch tight now?”

“It’s okay. We have a boss who’s really good, and I hear he’s got connections in the city. They got caught once and were released after a small fine.”

“Cops are the worst.” She suddenly said hatefully, “They really aren’t human.”

“What’s wrong?” I got curious: “Do they often go to spy on you?”

“Those guys are dead in the water.” She didn’t answer my question positively, and said, “I’ll fuck you with my pants down, and I’ll catch you with my pants up.”

（７）

I was amused that this was a real catch in flagrante delicto, with all the evidence.

Azhu continued: “Once I did massage in Tangshan, stayed in a hotel, we live in the place was originally rented by the lady, but we do not know, they left a packet of condoms on the window sill, and none of us paid attention. As a result, the police came one night and kept banging on the door, but it scared us.”

“They came in and said we were prostitutes and told us to go with them. I said, ‘We’re the only women in the house, why do you think we’re prostitutes?’ They took out the bag of condoms from the windowsill and said, ‘How can you have so many condoms if you’re not a prostitute?’ I said, ‘We just moved here, who knows who put them here?’ They didn’t care and pulled us away.”

“When we got to the police station, they interrogated us all night, but none of us did it, so none of us admitted it.

They just tied us to chairs and beat us with whips and kicked us.”

I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t speak anymore, and I wanted to look down to see if she had tears in her eyes, but held back. She didn’t sound very emotional though, just indignant.

“My arms are swollen, but I just won’t admit it. When they got tired of beating us, they put us on the ground, kneeling there, and asked us to admit that we had done it, but we had no reason to admit it, so we all shook our heads. Once they saw that they could not find anything, they were also sleepy, so they locked us up and went back to sleep. By this time it was the middle of the night.”

“The next day they came and untied us, gave us something to drink, and said that according to the investigation it was not us, and that we could leave. I said, ‘Why are you leaving just like that? Am I not being beaten by you for nothing?’

They said: ‘Someone reported you. Who told you that you are foreigners and women?’ They also said to me: ‘Why don’t you stay at home as a girl? They also said to me: ‘You’re a big girl, why don’t you stay at home, why do you come out and run around, you think the world is very peaceful, don’t you?’ Then they gave us some money and told us to buy a ticket home.”

“I couldn’t stay at home, so I came to Tianjin.”

She finished. I didn’t know what to say for a moment and we were silent for a while.

“Can’t you find a job at home?” I finally found the words.

“Ugh! That’s not so easy, there are a lot of people getting laid off these days!”

Mao Zedong went to the countryside, Deng Xiaoping went to the sea, and Jiang Zemin was laid off, all of which seemed to be a matter of necessity. I understand the current unemployment phenomenon, reform always has to pay a price, to experience pain, honestly, there are more people should be laid off, including a number of “leaders” of our company.

But after listening to Azhu’s words, I could not help but feel a pang of sadness in my heart. In the past, when I was learning about Social Construction, anyone would memorize the words, “We must deal with the relationship between reform, development, and stability, and we must reconcile the strength of reform with the degree of people’s affordability, and we must do a good job of social security.” But at that time, it was just rote memorization. Who would understand the meaning behind these words? Is it because of the need to harmonize this relationship that the State has not completely eradicated the pornographic industry? Is it because of the failure to harmonize this relationship that Fa X Gong has been able to flourish? Is it because of this failure to harmonize the relationship that FXG has flourished and so many criminal groups of a “triad nature” have sprung up? It seems that leadership is not that easy. I think too much. At least I’m still alive and well.

“Where do you live back home?” I’m not really sure about her family situation.

“Stay at my sister’s, she has a suite.”

“Is your sister married?” I know it’s not a pleasant thing to be in the wrong place.

“No.”

‘How old is she?’ I asked in my mind, but didn’t say it out loud. “That’s a little better, it would be bad if she was married.”

“That’s not good either,” she said, “I can’t stay at her place all the time, and it’s not easy for her.”

She seemed to be in deep thought. I didn’t want to disturb her, so I just wrapped my arms around her and fixed her somewhat messy hair.

“Are you still jerking off now?” She asked, looking up.

“No.” I reacted quickly, knowing that by “jerking off” I meant masturbating.

“That’s good, that would hurt.” She suddenly tightened her arms around me: “I’ll give it to you.”

I lowered my head, kissed her, then looked at her as she flashed her eyelashes and watched me. I rolled over and pinned her down, holding my hands behind her neck, staring into her eyes, then touched my lips to hers and lifted my head, looking at her as she looked at me, silent.

I put my head down and began to kiss her deeply, I don’t know how long we kissed, I only know that we were kissing non-stop. If a man does not have to ejaculate in order to release his erection, I would rather accept kissing than having sex. The feeling of kissing, the subtlety of connecting with your lover’s soul, is not comparable to a simple physical collision, so why not use your soul to communicate your feelings with your body? But I know that a part of my body must now enter her body, perhaps she is also waiting impatiently for my invasion.

I rolled over onto my side and she started to undress, I didn’t move and watched her. When she finished undressing and I was ready to take it off, she whispered, “I’ll do it.”

With both hands she unbuttoned the first button of my shirt, then the second, until it was done. I sat up and quickly removed my shirt, then my pants. She opened her legs wide and I got down between her legs and pushed my cock against the spot under her pubic hair and then made a push, my cock almost all the way in at once.

I crouched over her and ran my hands under her armpits and back around, grabbing both of her shoulders in a backhanded grip.

“All in.” I said. She nodded and didn’t say anything.

“It’s so warm in there, I wish I could stay in there for the rest of my life.”

She put her hands on my ass and said with a smile, “That’s good, let it plant seeds and make babies there.”

An uneasy thought crossed my mind, “Are you going to get pregnant?”

“Of course it would,” she was still laughing: “It’s not like I’m infertile.”

Let’s talk about it later, too lazy to think about it, I smiled back and said, “Okay, let’s have a pair of twins.”

I started making movements in my lower body. Azhu habitually closed her eyes, I know in a moment she will shake her head. I can say that my skill in making love is zero, except for sometimes changing the speed of thrusting, I have almost no other movements, what “nine shallow and one deep”, what “grinding” ah, “turn” ah, I don’t bother to practice. I’m too lazy to practice. But I can feel the liquid in her vagina more and more, this is the smoothest time of my pumping, but also can insert the deepest time, and then Azhu’s mouth began to slightly open, vaginal muscles accordingly tighten.

It was almost like the process of fucking: her vagina started out tight, then loosened up as she produced more fluids; finally the muscles contracted and I started to explode, collapsing on top of her and finishing the fuck. I finished the process in less than five minutes and collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath. I wondered straight away in my mind, why was it getting faster and faster? Was it not working?

“Comfortable?” I asked her. She didn’t say anything, her eyes were closed and she was panting slightly. A moment later she opened her eyes, looked at me, climbed her hands up my back, lifted her head, gave me a passionate kiss, then moved her hands up and pressed hard, my front pressed against her breasts, our heads and necks meeting.

“Comfortable?” She asked in my ear.

“Comfortable.” I blew in her ear, “What about you?”

She nodded vigorously, “Comfortable.”

We lay like that for a while, then split up and started doing a big cleanup. After cleaning up, we lay down side by side, it wasn’t very late and neither of us were sleepy.

“Let me tell you about the hair salon, we have a lot of funny things going on there.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Once a boy who was only in his teens came in and said he wanted to have a snog, but it ended up flowing out before it went in, and he was so angry that he cursed the street. Our boss thought he was looking for a prick and rushed up to beat him up, thanks to that young lady explaining to him, or else that kid would have gotten a beating for sure. What do you think kids think about all day nowadays?”

“Another time, two Nankai district men drove over, one asked me for a massage and the other to wash his hair. He asked me if I would do it, and I said I wouldn’t do it, and he said they drove over specially and asked me to think of something. I saw that he was in a hurry, so I called one for him, and they talked about the price and went in.”

“Two together?” I interjected, taken aback.

“Well, one does it while the other watches. What a heart!”

I don’t feel upset, even a little excited.

“They’re good, two of them have been doing this for almost three hours total, and I don’t even know how long they’ve been holding it in.

It was so bad that we heard them screaming in the outhouse. That big sister was so wrong to let them destroy her for so long.”

“Aren’t you afraid of getting sick?” Honestly I’m afraid of getting sick too, but somehow I feel fine with my gut feeling.

“Terrible,” Aju frowned: “Every once in a while I have to go to the hospital for a checkup.”

“Didn’t you guys wear condoms?”

“Wearing a condom doesn’t work either, and sometimes it leaks on. Some people are so bad that they secretly tear the condom, it’s inhuman.”

I also feel funny, grandma, in a big way.

“And there’s an old guy going there, old man is seventy years old and still wants to do this kind of thing, don’t you think it’s strange?”

“He can still do it?” I expressed my skepticism.

“It’s probably dry, it can take up to an hour! He’s extra weird, he likes to get it on his hands, and sometimes he asks the lady to pee on him.”

An old man in his seventies, with pubic hair that might have gone gray, lying on top of young flesh, black and white from the belly down, and then the lady spreading her thighs, urine spewing out of her pussy, the old man greedily tasting… Thinking of this obscene scenario, my penis slowly grew erect.

I took one of Aju’s hands and put it on my baby, I let go and let Aju touch the hardness of it and then reached my hand to her chest and pressed it on her breasts.

“What to do?” I asked.

“Cut it out.” Aju said with a smile as she used a slight amount of force in her hands.

（８）

My hands also made a slight effort to feel the fullness of her breasts.

“Take your clothes off!” I said.

After every time we have sex Aju has to put on her underwear, saying she can’t sleep naked, and I have the same habit of stripping off my clothes and always feeling like my penis is in the way.

We quickly stripped off our clothes and I kissed her, one hand stroking between the small of her back and her breasts.

“I want to see you down there.” I whispered in her ear. I know my face must have gotten red because I felt it burn.

Mature woman’s pussy I’ve only seen Ah Hong’s in the hair salon, but I didn’t end up inside her; I’ve done it with Ah Zhu several times, but I haven’t taken a serious look at her mysterious place, and tonight I somehow suddenly had this desire.

“Is it okay not to look?” Aju closed her eyes, embarrassed.

“Will you let me see it? I haven’t seen one in all my life!” I lied.

“Well, what a kid.”

I backed my head between her thighs and Ajju spread her legs open as I pressed my hands to the base of her thighs and pushed them towards her belly. The lamp on the table wasn’t aimed at her thighs and I moved her ass to the side of the bed and her head to the corner of the bed.

Black, this is my first impression. Azhu’s labia majora had turned black, the color gradually lightened from the end to the root, the two labia majora drooped down to cover the vaginal opening, with sparse pubic hair distributed on both sides. Despite having been washed, there was still a foul odor in her pussy, which dampened my interest in performing oral sex on her.

I have often seen in pornographic videos the extreme arousal of a woman when a man performs oral sex on his girlfriend, and I have often thought that if a woman is willing to unfold her most hidden parts for a man and let him kiss them, she must be accepting of her partner with all her heart and soul, at least in the sexual aspect. Emotionally it’s a willingness to kiss each other deeply, isn’t it? I’ve heard that a lot of girls will let their johns do whatever they want to them physically, but kissing is a dead giveaway.

I parted the two flaps of flesh with my fingers and moved my fingertips slowly across the crack, then my wrist went up and my thumb traced the top of the crack, soon I touched a hard lump and a thrill ran through me, could it be the clitoris I’d been longing for? Fingertips are very sensitive and I used it to touch repeatedly on this hard lump. It was a very small lump, hard for me to even see in the dim light, as if it was a knot at the top of the slit with a small round bump underneath.

Her smell was too much for me to bear, I propped myself up and in a squatting position, aimed my penis at the middle of the petals, then grabbed the sides of Ajou’s abdomen with both hands and pressed them hard towards me, at the same time, I leaned forward with my lower body, and half of my penis disappeared into Ajou’s body.

I raised my hips slightly and sent them forward, letting more of it enter Ajju, then my hips dropped down and part of it slipped out, and I did this over and over again, creating a pistoning motion.

I always wanted my baby to penetrate deep into each other during sex, but I found it difficult to get my penis all the way inside Aju in this position, and I had to occasionally cup Aju’s hips with my hands and lean my upper body towards her as hard as I could while leaning my hips forward at the maximum in the hope that my penis would penetrate as far as possible.

I soon got tired and I stopped moving, my palm stroking gently over Aju’s belly and then the roots of her thighs.

Half of the penis was exposed between us and seemed to have a lusty fay color in the light of the lamp, and I was a little lost in the breathtaking sight.

Aju remained in her usual habit of keeping her eyes closed and letting me do whatever I wanted. I reached out with my left hand, resting all four fingers on her hairy, full mound, my thumb searching for the mysterious bulge and then gently snapping at it. There was some reaction from Aju, and whenever that happened, I always tried to make her react even more, my thumb continuing to snap as I lifted my hips up and thrust more of my cock in.

Aju’s reaction was greatly unexpected, but it turned me on even more. I had just made a few thrusts when she started twisting her head from side to side in a hard way, which I knew was a sign of her arousal, and I sped up my movements. Ajju began to make whimpering noises in her throat, twisting more and more, spaced out with big gulps of air. I was still working hard, sometimes I would jerk my lower body forward, my knees pushing her legs into a zig-zag shape, her pussy bulging forward, my cock deep inside, holding this position for a few seconds without moving, then backing my cock out, slowly thrusting a few times, and then slamming it in again.

I could feel her vagina getting more and more slippery and then the muscles started contracting. Ajju suddenly put a hand on her lower abdomen and pressed it against my left hand, trying hard to push my hand away, and seemed to make a “no no” sound, which I had forgotten. I removed her hand with my right hand, but she quickly reached out again and even raised her upper body.

I lifted my ass up and stretched my feet back into the traditional woman down, man up position, and with my belly pressed against my left hand, Aju could no longer touch it. With my thumb still snapping at that little hard-on, my lower body slammed hard against Aju’s flesh.

I held the back of Aju’s head with my right hand and went mouth to mouth with her, we had to take a big breath almost every time we kissed. I felt on the verge of exploding, and I was going faster and faster, ignoring her contractions.

Ajju lifted her upper body at some point, her mouth left my entanglement, her hands clasped tightly around my back, and she gasped sharply in my ear. I was still thrusting rapidly, and my consciousness began to blur. There was a sudden sharp pain in my shoulder, so painful that I pushed her away violently, but she immediately tightened her arms around me again.

My fuzzy consciousness seemed to come back to me and I knew she had bitten me. I began a final struggle, and after completing a couple of impacts, I desperately pressed down on Aju’s lower body, not moving a muscle, my eyes blurring.

When I came to my senses, Azhu had opened her eyes, I looked at her and didn’t say anything, my whole body was so sore that I couldn’t speak anymore.

Azhu’s hand stroked my back: “Look at you, all sweaty.” I felt hot and sweaty all over my body. I stretched out a hand to lift the blanket, want to cool off.

Azhu put the quilt on and said, “Don’t do that, you’ll catch a cold.”

I didn’t listen to her and lifted the quilt again, but Aju put put covered it up again: “You’ll really catch a cold.”

I lifted all the covers, “No, it’s hot.”

Azhu no longer insisted and said, “Bring a towel to wipe the sweat.”

I paralyzed on top of her and said breathlessly, “No, it’ll be fine in a minute.”

Azhu wiped me with a towel quilt: “See how tired you are, you need to do more push-ups in the future.”

“Yes, yes, yes, more forging.” I was resigned, but I didn’t have the strength to say anything else.

I lay on top of her for a long time and then I knew I couldn’t lay there any longer because my cock was weak. The fluids inside Aju seemed to be coming out and I arched my back so she could do the cleanup.

“Exhausted,” I said as I watched her wipe our bodies, “You’re so lucky, you don’t have to do anything, you’re so comfortable lying here.”

“Who said that?” Azhu’s voice was not small: “If I don’t cooperate, humph, you and the dead go fuck!”

I didn’t say anything, that’s what I’d heard, that making love requires a mutual understanding.

“If I don’t cooperate, how can you be so comfortable?” She was unforgiving: “Do you think I’m not tired?

I’m exhausted.”

Honestly, I can’t see how she’s really tired, and I even feel a little bit at a disadvantage, but I don’t bother to argue against her.

I suddenly felt a vague pain in my shoulder, I twisted my head and looked at my shoulder: “What just happened to you?”

Azhu was a bit embarrassed: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” She gently touched it: “Does it still hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” I felt a sense of pride in my heart that women really are this crazy.

Ajju always likes to chat after sex, I was very tired and slowly fell asleep while chatting with her.

Despite doing it twice in a row, I woke up in the morning with my prick rearing its angry head again.

Aju was a light sleeper, and she woke up just from me fixing her hair with my hand. Without talking to her, I sat up and turned around, my calves against the bed, my hands propped up on the head of the bed, my back against the covers, arching my back, my cock sticking up out of a cloud of shadows, at a small angle to my belly, almost close to it. I looked at it, then at Aju, “Well?” I asked her.

I used to think that a man’s prick should be perpendicular to his belly when erect, and I used to be disturbed by the fact that my baby was only about 30 degrees from my belly when erect, thinking that it couldn’t penetrate a woman’s bottom at that angle. Sometimes I would wonder if it was improperly developed, and the funny thing is that for a while I used to press my penis down when I masturbated, and before I went to bed I would put my glans down, and then tighten my underwear as tight as possible towards my belly so that it wouldn’t run up there in the middle of the night in an attempt to make my penis at a perpendicular angle to my belly in this way. But then I slowly learned that it is actually quite normal, even remarkable, for the glans to rush up when the phallus is erect.

“Ya!” Azhu exclaimed exaggeratedly, then revealed a pitiful look: “Why are you up again? It scared the hell out of me.”

（９）

I didn’t send Azhu back, it was close to her place, a taxi wouldn’t cost much, and after galloping on Azhu three times in one night, I was tired enough to not want to move.

People are really weird sometimes, knowing that it’s not good for them, they will still do it without any effort. Although I slept until noon because I was too tired, if Azhu was undressing in front of me at this time, I would most likely still pounce on her like a wolf.

I feel confused as to which side is better served by having sex. We work hard on them, the purpose is to make her orgasm, and purely in the sense of sex, we seem to get not much more than with the hands of pleasure, but if the other side can not be satisfied, the man will inevitably have a feeling of blind work, as good intentions do not have a good reward, probably only resentful pants counted as finished.

This creates pressure, and I used to pay a small price for this, and now I guess I have been liberated, but perhaps when some day, when a decade or so, or even 20 years later, I may still have this kind of pressure. Perhaps we can categorize this kind of pressure into two kinds: the pressure of not being able to get an erection, that is, the so-called ED; and the pressure of not being able to satisfy the other party after getting an erection. Not being able to get an erection is certainly irritating, but not being able to satisfy the other person after getting an erection seems even sadder. And neither of these outcomes has to do with the man alone; there are many factors that influence it! But once this happens, the man is expected to be taunted by the woman eight or nine times out of ten, which is the helplessness of being a man.

But it seems like only humans have this kind of stress, could impotence even be considered a sign that an animal has evolved to its highest form? Has anyone ever heard of an animal being impotent? Can you turn stress into motivation? Heh heh, seems like I haven’t heard how it works. “Wife is the best Viagra” I’ve heard of it, so I guess you have to be serious about your wife.

I couldn’t help but smile to myself at the thought. It was time to get up, I stretched and climbed out of bed to start preparing my breakfast.

A few days later, I had a new understanding of what is considered an addiction. I used to scoff at the idea of smoking addiction, thinking that as long as one is willing to make up one’s mind, there is no such thing as not being able to quit. I used to scoff at the idea of addiction, thinking that as long as one is determined, there is no such thing as not being able to quit. Now I kind of understand, once addicted, feelings often overcome reason, by you.

It’s amazing that looking for a lady can be addictive! I insisted that going to see Ah Chu was no longer considered to be within the scope of looking for a young lady, so was it possible that having sex could also be addictive? After insisting for more than a week, I finally could not resist the urge of carnal desire and went to that hair salon as a big brother.

Aju didn’t come out to meet me, two ladies were sitting on a sofa by the door, one was obviously very old, the other was quite young but had a thick layer of powder on her face which was a turn-off.

“Looking for someone?” In-Law Fat spoke first.

“Is Zhu X here?” Such a welcome made me feel a bit awkward, and I had to until the purpose so that they would know that I was sort of a regular here. It couldn’t be helped, my image was such that it was hard for the ladies to associate me with the person they wanted to see.

“No, she’s gone.”

“No? She’s not coming back?” I was surprised.

“She went home and will be back in a few days.”

In-laws looking like they don’t care makes me feel uncomfortable.

“Oh, is there something going on at home?”

“Seems like it, we’re not quite sure.”

“I’ll come back in a couple days then!” I turned to leave.

“What’s the hurry? Sit down for a while!” The in-laws finally showed some enthusiasm and pointed to a nearby chair.

The older lady also started to talk to me: “It’s still early, let’s talk for a while!”

I sat down and was about to speak when a man and a woman came out from the inner room. The woman was small, with a dark face and not plump, and I couldn’t find a bit of cuteness in her, and the man looked like a working man.

“A hundred and fifty will do, I don’t have that much money with me.” The man had been drinking and his neck was red in a hurry.

“I can’t, that’s the price we pay here.” The woman dawns.

“Just once will do, won’t it be the same if I come more often in the future?”

“Big brother see what you say, if you have feelings in the future you still don’t want your money!” Moved with affection.

“Ahem, I really didn’t bring that much money. It’s not like it’s my first time here, can I still cheat you?” This dude really didn’t seem to have enough money with him and looked like he had no choice.

“Okay, a hundred and five is a hundred and five, not next time.” The lady went out with him happily even though she only got one hundred and five dollars.

The in-laws pulled out a cigarette from somewhere, held it in their mouths, lit it up, and then puffed out a mouthful of green smoke so cozily that I got goosebumps all over my body.

“Do we have to find Zhu X? We’re the same!” She began to solicit business: “We can do what she can do, and we’ll do it to your satisfaction.” She took another drag on her cigarette.

I couldn’t imagine that such a woman would have the chance to lie on my bed, I pretended to leave and said, “Forget it, let’s wait until Zhu X comes back!”

“Zhu X is 32 this year, right?” As if she wasn’t quite sure, In-Law Fat twisted her head to ask the other lady.

My heart crunched in my chest, and although I expected Aju to not be young, I was still a little disillusioned when I heard that.

That lady didn’t say anything, she just nodded. Her attempts to seduce me with the principal of youth were doomed to fail, in fact, my age or rather the age of a woman had ceased to occupy an important place from the time I had sex with Aju and her clumsy performance as younger than Aju had reinforced that thought.

I didn’t pester them any further and left soon after. What happened to Azhu’s family? I vaguely remembered that Azhu’s parents had both passed away, and there was only one sister in the family, so if something had happened, it would naturally be the sister who had suffered something. It is not easy for Azhu to take care of her younger sister when her own life is not easy, alas! It’s not easy to live.

The weather has been a bit of an anomaly these past few days; it’s been unbelievably warm. There are more people on the streets, everyone is in a hurry, everyone is busy trying to achieve their goals.

The goal of modern people to strive for is very different from that before the opening up of the country. Apart from the Communist Party, which says in public and with a clear conscience that it will contribute its whole life to communism, who will still hang on to communism? Everyone is running for himself and surviving for himself.

I remember that in the political science textbooks of the past, this kind of ideal was called “the ideal of the pigsty”, as if it was Marx who said so. Did he not also say, “If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked”? This is the inevitable result of the restructuring of the system. In this era when votes come out of the regime, and in this era when one can get rich overnight by grasping the loopholes in the system, all people have to struggle hard to get ahead, and who would like to bow down and become a human being?

But in this fierce competition for utilitarianism, when we are complacent about a little bit of ropey profit, are we not losing something else? Like climbing a mountain, everyone is desperately trying to climb up, the higher you climb, the fewer people follow you up, and when you get to the top of the mountain, you are the only one left around. (Gurung) In this endless stream of people, in each different face, who has shown a happy smile?

The old man hobbling along may feel doubly helpless for the loneliness he will experience when he returns home, the young lad may be anxious about finding a job with a lucrative career, and the man sitting in the trolley may be unable to sleep at night about how to cover up the truth. If we could gain an insight into the heart of every human being, then who in this world is not worthy of sympathy? Who among them knows that even if it’s just a joyless rush, for someone who has to be stuck in a room for twenty-four hours a day, that’s even a blessing in itself?

Fudan a while ago, a high school student did not get into the study committed suicide, so the end is really regrettable, she can know, even if she did not get into the study, she is much more fortunate than most people. A Zhu than the Fudan talent, naturally, can not be compared, but A Zhu is still living well, maybe it is sad to live, but at least she can sometimes hum a few words. Is it possible to sing in another world? I can’t help but think of the sad teaching song in “The Book of the Dragon Slayer”: “What joy in life, what pain in death, have mercy on my world, there are so many sorrows, there are so many sorrows.”

（１０）

I made a mistake when I got to that little dark room again.

The company was particularly busy that day, and dinner was eaten at the company. When I got off work, it was very late, and I was tired and sleepy, so I should have gone home to get a good night’s sleep, but I hadn’t looked for Ah Zhu for a long time, and I couldn’t bear to hold it in, so I went straight to the grooming room.

Azhu was already back, and when she saw me, she looked like she was jumping out of her skin, and cheerfully followed me out the door.

“Let me take you!” Aju said as soon as he was out the door.

“No, it’s better if I take you.” I said politely.

“I’ll bring it, I haven’t ridden in a long time, and if I don’t, I’ll forget.”

I didn’t insist and told her to be in the front while I sat in the back.

“What happened at home?” I asked.

“Ahem, nothing much, something happened to my sister, she asked me to go back and do a favor.” Looking at her that way, it really didn’t look like something big was going on.

“When did you get back?”

“The day before yesterday. Didn’t think you’d be here today.”

“I went to see you the other day.”

“I heard them, and I knew you’d come to me one of these days.”

Azhu rode her bike and looked around, but unfortunately, the night view of Tianjin was really uncomplimentary, so I guess she couldn’t produce the beauty of a feast for her eyes.

Near the edge of the Haihe River, a couple of little dudes came out of the Internet cafe talking and laughing, and Aju twisted her head toward them, full of envy.

“Do you know how to surf the internet?” She asked me.

“Will.” Hey, hey, of course it will.

“Can you teach me? I want to learn how to surf the internet too, there’s an internet cafe right next to us, but I’m afraid to go in.”

“It’s so simple, I’ll teach you, you’ll learn it in a minute.”

“Really? Then when are you free, is Sunday okay?” Azhu seemed quite serious and looked eager.

“Not this week, I’ve got something going on, I’ll see you sometime!” I beat a hasty retreat. To be honest, I didn’t dare to take her out in public, and taking her home was ballsy enough.

Although I have only been to my house twice, at every intersection, Aju always knows the right direction to turn and then rather proudly boasts to me that she has figured out how to get to my house.

The slogans of “Three Lectures” and “Three Represents” can be seen everywhere on the streets. Thinking about Azhu, she is actually quite cute, although she cannot accept the profound education of “Three Lectures” and cannot do a good job of “Three Represents”, at least she will not make an inexplicable “rule by virtue”. Although she can not accept the “three lectures” profound education, also can not do a good job of the “three representatives”, but at least she will not make an inexplicable “rule the country by virtue” to.

When I got home and lay down under the covers, I yawned repeatedly, tired and sleepy after a busy day, just wanting to sleep, but Aju was still chattering away.

“You know, we had some new ladies there the other day.”

“Yes?” I said perfunctorily, “Where?”

“They’re all from the South, and one is only 16.”

My mind was clearer, and my baby reacted: “What, you’re only 16 and you’re out?”

“You don’t underestimate people, she may be dry, she can take a dozen customers a day, the guests like to find her.

She can make money, I hear she can make tens of thousands of dollars a month.”

No wonder, no wonder. But is that something to be proud of?

“Can she stand it at such a young age?”

“Little? Her sister is only 14 and has been doing Beijing for quite a while now.”

I couldn’t help but be taken aback… this is what you call a chick?

“Why is she out doing this at such a young age?”

“Who knows? People are hard to tell.”

I am speechless. I can’t judge the results without knowing the cause, and I can’t say anything about it even though I find it unbelievable.

“What do you think is fair in this world?” Aju seemed to be saying to me, and as if she was talking to herself.

It’s a very complicated question, and very old, and I’ve faced this query more than once, and I’ve seen all sorts of answers, but it’s like I’ve forgotten all about it, and my brain is very slow right now.

Azhu quickly recovered again: “You do not look at her small, the bottom must be very wide, is not it? A dozen times a day, it will be easy to get sick.” She said a bit sourly: “Although I am bigger than her, but not necessarily worse than her.”

“Let me see how good it is?” I slipped one hand into her panties and stroked her soft pussy.

“This bad guy, can’t do anything good.” Azhu spoke out of her mouth, but she let me go on my hootenanny.

I teased my fingers on her fleshy petals, probably because Azhu’s labia were bigger, I tossed and turned before I found the entrance. My middle finger pressed against the soft indentation, I gently exerted my effort and my fingertip went in, about only one knuckle, I stopped there and didn’t move, twisting my head and blocking her small opening with my mouth.

Aju’s inside and outside is completely different, the outside always feel very dry, after going in, it feels very wet, a few twitches of my fingers, as if there is liquid seeping out. My fingers began to go deeper, Ajju’s inside was not smooth as I thought, but seemed to be stuffed with many folds, the folds were so puffy and firm that I wondered if the vagina looked similar to the way the books depicted the large intestine to look like. I passed through the obstacles until my entire middle finger could no longer be inserted, and then began to make thrusting motions.

I don’t know if it’s considered instinctive, but whether it’s with the dildo or with my fingers, I always want to get inside Aju as much as possible, and she seems to be happy to let me go deeper inside her, because whenever I go deeper, she makes that gesture with a slight lifting of her hips. I tried to insert both fingers together but it was difficult, if I was vertical it was possible to get in but the thrusting was very poor and horizontally it was a struggle.

Ajju’s cavity was so moist that several times I wanted to pull my hand out to see if it was really “covered with a layer of white mucus that whitened the tip of my finger”. Soon after this in-depth education, my mind was cleansed, and I knew that I had to use my penis instead of my fingers in order to consolidate the fruitful results of the three lectures.

But I knew I was doomed just as soon as I went in – Aju’s cavity had already begun to squirm – my idea of a sign of a successful fuck, but this time it was more fear than anything else, and her greedy clenching of my glans made me instantly ready to explode.

I hurriedly tried to pull my cock out but the movement of Aju’s hands on my ass made it go back in. I knew that she was in a tight spot and I could never stop now, but I couldn’t hold on and I started cumming.

I ejaculated on one side and thrust on the other, attempting to make sure that Aju could be satisfied in the last few movements.

I finally collapsed hopelessly on top of Aju and Aju gave up her efforts on my buttocks. Aju didn’t say anything, I could tell she wasn’t getting satisfaction and I was silent, a pang of guilt running through me.

When she wiped it off, I put my arms around her and said, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you so fast?” Azhu reached out to hold my limp prick and squeezed it urgently: “Get up quickly!”

I know I can get two erections in a row, I reassured her, “Don’t worry, it’ll only take a moment, let it rest first.”

Her actions like the first time she helped me “jerk off” made me very uncomfortable, and I was too sleepy, I drooped my eyelids and said to her: “I want to sleep, I’m sleepy.”

I didn’t even put on my panties and quickly fell into sleep. When I woke up, Baby was already tilting her head as usual, and Aju, a light sleeper, followed suit. She was always like this, a restless sleeper, often waking up in the middle of the night, and when she did, she would clamor for me to talk to her, causing me to have a restless sleep as well, so much so that I woke up several times a night on the days she was gone.

I was very uncomfortable with this problem of hers, she explained that she was usually always worried about something going wrong, and often woke up in the middle of the night with nightmares, and sometimes she would not be able to sleep for a whole night, looking at the roof with both eyes open until dawn, and she had developed this habit over time.

I didn’t say much, I rolled over and got on my back, Aju opened her legs and without foreplay, I shoved my penis in whole. The lubrication inside my vagina gave me the feeling that Azhu hadn’t wiped herself clean last night, maybe I could do her a favor, I’ve always pushed the idea of helping people, giving others convenience is giving myself convenience, so why not?

My desire to cum was delayed and Aju soon began to open her mouth slightly. I was on top of Aju, waving my big stick around to put pressure on her while watching with amusement as she tried to cry out and forced herself to hold it back, occasionally burying my baby still inside her and ambling down to give her a kiss for a little carrot policy.

The carrot-and-stick policy worked quickly, and Ajju had a look of distress on her face that I was familiar with.

While Azhu was reciting the tight-band incantation, the monk finally couldn’t resist and followed her to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.

“Comfortable?” I asked knowingly.

“Comfortable.” Azhu’s face was filled with a happy smile: “I’ve been waiting for you all night.”

“I couldn’t sleep well all night, just waiting for you,” Azhu contained a smile, her eyes pulsed with love: “I knew you would definitely get up.”

It’s good to be young.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” Azhu said. That was another great thing about Aju, she rarely drank water but seemed to have an endless stream of pee and had to go several times a night. Taking the opportunity to go to the toilet, I put that sinful finger to my mouth and smelled it, there was no odor, I was a little disappointed, maybe it had evaporated long ago after a night.

“What kind of food do you like to eat?” Azhu asked as she lay down into the comforter and wrapped her arms around me, “I’ll make it for you at noon.”

God, you don’t hurt me, I was touched by the heart, but more helpless. I hate cooking, not that I don’t know how to do it, not that I don’t want to do it, but I can’t figure out how to do it here, I can’t eat it without soy sauce, and all kinds of dishes taste almost the same with soy sauce, as if it’s not a dish, but a seasoning, so I often buy boxed lunches outside. I also often think, if there is a woman in the kitchen busy, I am on the side of the miscellaneous, that would be very good, but not now.

“I have to go to a talent exchange later, next time!” I lied, sometimes I realize that I always lie in front of Aju.

It was already after eight o’clock when I dropped off Azhu, so I ate something haphazardly and dealt with breakfast. The air is sometimes quite nice in the morning in Tianjin, which in China can be a sign of underdeveloped industry. Today it was quite nice, and I pushed the window open and took a deep breath. The morning Haihe River spanned the distance like a blue ribbon, the forests on either side of it hadn’t yet sprouted their green leaves, but with the weather looking to warm up, it would soon be lush and green.

Neighbor’s balcony on the panoramic view only bare branches, last year I just moved here when it hung full of bright flowers, but then withered, a loss of former glory. A big hotel next door has not yet opened, and now is the time for them to sleep soundly, but in the evening, the place will become a world of lights, with cars coming in and out, and ladies smiling and welcoming, a joyful scene.

Not far away, a construction site has already begun, and the migrant workers, shoveling and moving, are working hard to sell their labor, probably the cheapest labor in the world, for the nascent capitalists of contemporary China. In the evening they naturally have to eat a full meal, I once saw their dinner, mostly steamed buns on salt dishes, sometimes a bowl of soup, of course they can also enjoy the free aroma from the hotel, and from the lady open to the root of the thigh of the cheongsam to reveal the white thighs.

Fair? I couldn’t help but grimace at how long I’d searched, going from hopeful to deeply disappointed.

I wish there could be fairness, for myself, for Aju, for all those who are struggling to live. But I know that this will only increase my own suffering. Fairness is nothing more than a shroud on politicians; fairness is the monopoly of the rich, and will always be nothing to us common people.

（１１）

The fourth time Ajju lay in my bed was a month later. I went to see her once in between and the lady said she had something to do and went home again.

That day she came over very early, only eight o’clock, I asked her how to come over so early, she said that now the crackdown, the night bosses do not dare to open, during the day only do some massage and hair washing and so on, once the darkness is closed, lights out to sleep.

“Sleeping from darkness until the next morning?” I was skeptical as to how such a long dark night would pass for the girls, who were often accustomed to going to bed only at midnight.

“Then of course they don’t go to bed that early, and after the lights go out they just fool around in the house and talk too loud.”

Well, I’ll be damned.

“How are you doing with him?” I thought about the driver.

“It’s still the same as always,” Azhu sighed: “You say how this is so torturous and distracting.” Azhu looked at the ceiling, the corners of her mouth lightly smiled, her face like a young girl full of longing.

I know how Azhu feels, Gu Long said: “The heart of a woman who has lost her dependence is like a ball of cotton, it only needs a drop of water to swell immediately.” I really hope that Azhu can find a good man and live a peaceful life.

Azhu was about to say more, but I stopped her: “Can we talk about it later? First do it once, I’ve been holding back for a long time.” I really can’t help it, the desire to rise, hard to restrain.

Azhu laughed: “Did you keep getting up when you came?”

“No!” I pulled her hand to my bulge: “Look, I haven’t seen you in a month and it’s pissed off.”

It’s not angry, it’s pissed off. Aju opened her mouth slightly and I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her passionately. We stripped off our clothes in three strokes, and in the traditional position, I pushed my glans against her soft fleshy flap. I don’t have to search for the entrance as stupidly as before now, it always goes in from the right place as soon as I make a push.

It had been a long time since I’d done it, but the desire to cum wasn’t strong, and I didn’t use drastic maneuvers; I pumped unhurriedly, feeling that flesh-on-flesh friction.

This went on for a short while, and I said to Aju, “Change places, I want to see how we do.”

I pulled out my prick, got off the bed, moved Aju’s hips to the side of the bed, letting Aju’s feet dangle apart as I stood on the floor, pressing one hand on one of her thighs and holding my cock in the other, pressing the glans against the slit under the pubic hair. I moved my glans up and down along the slit, sometimes applying a little pressure to get it to sink inside the labia majora, sometimes I would aim my glans at the little hard lump, teasing it and then lifting my cock to tap on it.

Moving the glans down to the lowest end of my ass crack and then slowly moving up to find another hole I hadn’t touched before, I stopped at a wrinkled spot.

Adjusting the angle slightly, I began to exert myself towards the glans in an attempt to make it enter Aju’s body through this entrance. But this gate seemed to be stuck at a pre-1980s level of consciousness, refusing to open to the public, and the hole was tightly closed. Knowing that Aju might not like this approach, I gave up the effort and moved my penis up to the usual place and sent it in.

I hardly felt tired with this position, I enjoyed Azhu’s plump flesh with my eyes on one side and Azhu’s wet flesh with my prick on the other. Azhu might have felt tired, one foot was lowered and hanging over the edge of the bed.

With one hand still pressed on her other leg, I lifted one foot up and stepped on the bed while leaning my upper body forward to bring our pussies closer together.

I started picking up speed and as I neared my climax, I had to put my feet down and stand on the ground with my feet on the ground, slamming hard into Aju, whose feet had somehow crossed around my back waist. Then I started to explode and my whole upper body collapsed on top of Aju until there was nothing left inside me to expel.

I raised my head and looked at her with a smile on my face. Azhu was also smiling: “You’re getting better and better, did you find another woman while I was away?”

“No,” I denied hastily: “I just looked for you.”

“So how come you’re getting better?”

“Probably watching too much porn.” I said mockingly.

That’s certainly one reason, but I’m sure that even if I don’t watch it, I’ll learn the technique sooner or later, and it’s probably what they always say, making love without a teacher. After cleaning up, Aju and I lay side by side on the bed.

“Actually, intellectuals can be bad.” Azhu suddenly chimed in.

I wasn’t surprised at all by Aju’s abruptness; I was used to the routine of her chatting, i.e. saying whatever came to her mind. The purpose of her chatting is not what she talked about, it is enough to have someone to hear her talk. I am also happy to listen to others to tell their own experience, I even think, can hear others from the heart is also considered a kind of happiness.

“There are also college students and even graduate students who come to our place! But they’re quite disciplined, unlike other customers who are always touchy-feely, and I quite like doing it for them. That doesn’t make them good people, does it? It’s just that they’re better at pretending, so you can’t tell.”

I laughed bitterly inside and wondered if she counted me among the intellectuals?

“There are plenty of intellectuals doing bad things these days! And doing it so extraordinarily insidious that you can’t even find out.”

A Zhu paused for a moment, seems to want to give an example, finally did not find, had to continue to say: “Do not look at them dressed quite well, the head is the head is the foot of the foot, took off their pants and others are no different, what detrimental tricks have come up with.”

I can’t remember what Azhu gabbled on about. Speaking of intellectuals, I recalled that some time ago when I went to Beijing, an old expert complained to me, saying that from the Song Dynasty onwards, the Chinese nation is no longer a complete nation, and that China’s intellectuals are like a plate of scattered sands, and that the literati are contemptuous of each other, and have never been able to be united, so much so that even the smallest Japan has dared to bully us.

To revitalize China, China’s intellectuals must be united, abandon the existence of thousands of years between us, “the literati are contemptuous jealousy” of the malady, do not internal friction, to be open and honest, to be good to people, to be diligent, through their own hard work and do not plagiarize other people’s achievements. Only unity has strength, to promote the “literati respect each other to support and help each other” of the new trend.

“Do what you?” Aju pushed me with her elbow: “Not a word.”

“I want to show you how bad I am.” With that, I slipped my hand into her underwear to her plump little mountain of a mound.

That buddy of mine said that of all the places on a woman’s body, only her breasts are the cleanest and most attractive, all other places are dirty. I haven’t enjoyed seriously enjoying Aju’s breasts so far, I can’t miss the chance this time. I took off Aju’s underwear, supported my upper body, buried my head on her breasts and took one nipple in my mouth, sometimes capturing her with the tip of my tongue like a slapdash motion, sometimes letting the whole surface of my tongue skim over her from the tip to the base of my tongue, and sometimes using my hand to cover her tightly in an attempt to let take the whole in my mouth, while the other hand pinched and kneaded on her other nipple.

I couldn’t see Ajju’s face, I didn’t know if she liked it or not, but on such occasions, I always wanted to know her expression and decide what to do next based on it. Ajumma’s nipples were covered with my saliva, and there must have been a “slurping” sound in the room.

Feeling a little tired, I stopped moving and looked up, Aju had her eyes closed, just closed.

Unable to understand, I lay down and asked her, “Do you like it when I do this? If you feel uncomfortable, say something.”

Azhu nodded her head vigorously a few times: “It’s quite comfortable.”

“You know what? You always don’t talk, sometimes I don’t know if you’re comfortable or not, from now on if you feel uncomfortable just talk, I how you’re comfortable, which position you don’t like just tell me, okay?”

“Well.” Aju nodded again, “You did a good job just now.”

“Which action is it? Was it with your hands, or with your mouth?” I wondered what she thought.

“Use your mouth.” She seemed embarrassed and said very quietly.

I jerked my hand over my already erect baby and whispered into her ear, “It’s up again.” Ajju didn’t say anything and I rolled over between her legs.

“Will you watch me?” I said to her as I calibrated my cock on one side.

Ajju opened her eyes and faced me, I squeezed my glans in and stopped, I looked straight at her with both eyes and moved my lower body forward slightly, my cock went in a little more. We looked at each other without speaking.

The penis entered Aju almost section by section, and for a few dozen seconds we seemed to be looking into each other’s eyes, and as if we were looking far away.

When my hand holding the root of my penis touched Ajju’s pussy, I pulled my hand out, wrapped my hands around the back of her head, and pushed my penis all the way in, and then we started kissing. When I felt my mouth start to tire, I lifted my head and braced my hands on the bed and began to exchange flesh with flesh.

My technique really seemed to be growing, and I even learned to twist my hips to do a couple of pirouettes to increase the amount of grinding as I thrust all the way into Aju.

After a few minutes, I started panting and Ajju sensed it and said, “Let me man on top!”

I rolled over and lay flat on the bed, Ajju crossed over and stood up his penis on his belly, and was about to sit down, “Wait a minute!” I said hurriedly, I suddenly had a thought: “Let me see.”

I put my hand up to her pussy and found the hole, which was a real hole, none of the ones I had touched before were considered holes, only soft depressions. I stuck three fingers in almost at once, and the fact that she still wasn’t tight in this condition made me wonder if I could get my whole fist in there.

I made a few thrusts so that my fingers were sticky with fluid, so much fluid that it sent a wave of exhilaration through me, and I pulled my hand out as Ajju took my prick and incorporated it into her vagina, then slowly sat down. She began to shrug rhythmically and her movements became faster and faster. I felt on the verge of ejaculating, and the urge arose not so much because of her grinding against me as because of her slamming so hard, so hard that it even made me feel pain in my belly.

Not wanting to explode so soon, I told her, “I can’t stand it, come down.”

“No!” Aju shook her head, her eyes squeezing shut as she shrugged sharply.

I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off, catching my breath, I said, “Change positions, you on the side of the bed, I’ll lean in.”

I had her lie on her side, facing the bed, and told her to lift her feet, then lay one foot across the bed so that her feet were down, and I put the other foot between her feet, so that all four legs were crossed. Moving my hips, I fed my cock into her, this position was the best way to penetrate deeper into Ajju, I ran my hand over the area of the union, where I could no longer find any hint of a gap.

I retracted my hand back to her belly and stroked it back and forth, asking her, “Where are we?”

Aju pressed one hand on the back of my hand, moved to a spot and said, “Here.”

It was about the belly button, and I laughed and said, “No way, did it go into the uterus?”

“But no, it’s really up to the uterus.”

“Why didn’t I feel it?” I don’t believe it.

“I can feel it all,” Aju pressed her hand on the back of my hand slightly harder: “Try moving it and see.”

I moved my glans a bit, focusing all my senses on it, but I still couldn’t feel anything different.

“Don’t you feel something wrapping around you?” Aju asked.

“No, it doesn’t feel like it.”

No longer dwelling on the subject, I moved my hand to the place where we were joined, backed my cock slightly, and reached in and found Aju’s clit. I rubbed it gently, pumping my cock from time to time.

Ajju soon couldn’t take it anymore, and she started panting, one hand reaching down to try and push my hand away. I ignored her, instead, I all but sped up my rubbing and pumping. Aju finally went into a frenzy, her thighs twisting and her mouth whimpering as she desperately tried to push my hand away.

It was hard for me to increase the impact with this position, I sat up and then crouched on top of Aju and continued thrusting. By Aju’s sensual ejaculation, I started to ejaculate.

It took us a long time to regain consciousness.

“You’re really good,” Aju gave me a verbal reward: “You’re getting better and better.”

“Awesome what,” I said, feigning bad breath, “I’m exhausted.” I wasn’t really tired, strangely enough.

Azhu eat eat laugh: “to exhaust you this greedy cat.” Then said: “In fact, just now you put out just right, we come out together.”

“When?”

“It was when I was up there just now, when I was about to climax and you just wanted me to come down, it pissed me off.”

I feel so wronged, I really can’t tell for sure when Aju reaches orgasm, it’s something I’ve been trying to figure out for a long time.

I hurriedly explained, “I didn’t know you were going to have an orgasm, why didn’t you say so?”

“What did I say?” Azhu said angrily, “Could I have said anything at that time?”

When I think about it, she was probably delirious by that time and I used force to lift her off.

Wiped clean, Aju wrapped her arms around me and refused to sleep.

“Why did you just push my hand away?” I remembered that she always pushed my hand away, “You don’t like it when I do that?”

“Like can not always get,” Azhu explained: “I pushed you when it means that I have already climaxed, and then get rather bad.”

I see, it seems that pornographic novels really kill people, no wonder the state three orders to ban the publication of pornographic books and magazines.

“How did the orgasm feel?”

“Well, good.” Aju nodded.

“Then we have to do it more often in the future,” I pushed on, “sex can beautify.”

Azhu had obviously not heard of this conclusion, her eyes were wide open and silent, then she half-heartedly asked, “Really?”

“Really.” She suddenly “giggled” and laughed: “Laugh me to death, they do it several times a day, how can they not be beautiful?”

I also can not help but laugh, I hastily explained: “They are not called love, they have pleasure? Can they have an orgasm?”

Azhu’s complexion became grave and she seemed to be in deep thought. In a silence, I slowly entered dreamland.

Maybe tomorrow she’ll be beautiful.

I was probably possessed this time, and when I came over to sleep the next day, my glans was sticking out to the edge of my panties again, as if it was going to run out, and I woke up Aju by pressing my prick against her thigh.

Aju was sleepy and using this opportunity, I wrenched her over so that her ass was back to me, curled her legs up, and then stuck one leg between her legs, my prick pressed against the cleft between her legs.

“Let it warm up for a while, will you?” I gently rubbed the head of my cock against her soft fleshy flap.

“I feel a little pain,” Azhu seems reluctant: “You’ve done it twice, I can’t stand it.”

“No,” I reassured her, “I’ll be slow and gentle.”

I put one hand on her breast and stroked it, “I really want to, will you give it to me?”

“Well, but slow down.”

I pressed my hand on the glans, my waist slowly exerted force, Azhu’s hips were slightly thwarted back, and the glans sank in. I was afraid that she would be in pain, so my thrusts were slow. Azhu’s cavity was always moist, so I figured she wouldn’t feel any pain.

After maintaining it for a few minutes, I pulled my cock out, laid her flat on her back, and re-entered in a squatting position.

The biggest advantage of this was that it allowed me to stroke Aju’s clitoris, which is very sensitive, both before and now, and it didn’t take long for Aju to start contracting under the throbbing of my penis and the stimulation of her clitoris. I didn’t stick around to accompany her contractions and eruptions.

“Does it still hurt?” I asked her after calming down.

“Strange, just now I clearly felt pain, how come it doesn’t hurt anymore?” Azhu had a confused look on her face.

“You passed it on to me,” I said with a smile, “I’m starting to hurt.” My glans was really hurting a bit.

Azhu also laughed: “Is there a child inside that scratches you?”

（１２）

Azhu finally left Tianjin in the midst of a national outcry, and I know she won’t be coming back this time, as the two-year crackdown seems to have sealed off her retreat.

Speaking of China’s crackdown is also considered a major feature of the construction of socialism with Chinese characteristics, such as the original sentence of one year, to the period of crackdown should be sentenced to two years, three years, the crackdown has a stage, the implementation of the law also has a stage. The old does not go, the new does not come, now knocked down a number of, will soon have new forces to add in, in the words of our driver is: “the crackdown on the fight, the digging of holes as usual.”

And those who can still stand still in this big storm, the bosses are naturally the great uncles and brothers-in-law or the three aunts and six aunts of those who have been severely attacked. It can be seen that with every campaign, there is a redistribution of profits in society, and this time seems to be no exception. A number of senior officials will fall from grace, but which is more expeditious, their fall from grace or Azhu’s loss of job (I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt)?

Cheng Kejie once said at a meeting in Beijing: “Seeing so many people in Guangxi are still starving, I feel uncomfortable, can not sleep well ah!” What is it about the prostitution industry that makes it so difficult to stop? Can the crackdown solve these problems?

I didn’t take Aju to an internet cafe after all, I knew it was a perfunctory attempt to begin with, I wouldn’t have the guts to take her to such a public place. Many of the promises I had made to her now seemed to be impulsive, perhaps deep down in my heart, I still held a hint of playfulness.

Where will Aju go? Will she go to another place to resume her old ways? It is not known. But it seems that Azhu doesn’t have much of a choice. With her own knowledge and age, it seems difficult for her to find a job that she is happy with. Her relationship with the driver has also apparently ended, and any glimmer of hope for a better future has been lost. For the rest of her life, will there be anyone else who will tug at her heartstrings as quietly as before, and make her heart pound, and her mind restless?

Haihe River water is still like the usual trickle long flow, Haihe River has been a forest on both sides of the shade, seems to be to the blue river from my eyes covered. I store standing balcony, the heart is difficult to calm, to Tianjin for such a long time, in the end I got what? Since childhood, my mother and father have pampered me, and I hope that I will be able to make a name for myself.

I didn’t let them down, and I made it all the way to a major university, which gave them great respect among their neighbors, and I rightly became a role model for the kids in that area. Everything was so beautiful and the future was bright.

Then I began to really jump out of the dragon gate and become a member of the big city they dreamed of. Like all those who struggle in other countries, we have lost too much in order to make a name for ourselves and to put a face to our folks far away from home. Even so, it seems that there is still a long, long way to go before we reach our goal, and the road is still long and endless.

Whenever I hear these lyrics, my heart is always saddened and I can’t help but burst into tears. It is impossible for me to go back to my hometown in their lifetime to take care of my mother and father, who are now old and decrepit, just as they did when they brought me up with great suffering.

Does the fact that everyone is like me, out to break new ground for themselves, mean that they can never do their share of filial piety in this life? But what have I done now? The things that I hated so much are now happening to me, and I am still the same person when I approach what I do with a numbness of mind.

The flowers on the balcony are already in full bloom, purple and red, competing with each other, the breath of spring. But I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness, I know, in this season of vitality, in the earnest hope of my elderly parents, that once so innocent, heartless boy has withered like a flower.

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Tianjin, June 1, 2001