Niu Niu Quan

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Chapter One:
I finished my tea, and almost memorized the newspaper. The ceiling fan above me whirred listlessly. I lit a cigarette, leaned back in my chair, and glanced out the window at the small shop across the street. It was a two-story building, square and poorly laid out. This room was specially assigned to me when I started working at the township government, to accommodate me—the only college graduate in the area. I didn't know who the owner was; it was supposedly an illegal structure that the township government confiscated and had left vacant ever since. I originally only lived on the second floor, but seeing that the first floor was empty and right next to the road, I opened a small shop selling things like oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. Since there was no rent, it was good to earn some pocket money. I drifted along until
after five o'clock, time to leave work. I walked out of my office and saw that all the other rooms were already empty. That's how it is in township offices; you can just say you have something to do and leave or not come at all. Working here is a complete waste of life.
As I stepped out of the office building, passersby greeted me: "Director Cao, you're off work?" "Director Cao, come visit me sometime." "Director Cao..." I responded with a forced smile, "Mmm, mmm," unable to discern who was greeting me.
After graduating from university, for some reason, I returned to my hometown. In these mountains, university graduates were a rarity, so I quickly started working at the township government, as the office director in charge of science and education. In everyone's eyes, this was quite an achievement: "A university graduate? That's like being a scholar!" said the lovely villagers.
I went straight to the small shop, where the young woman inside immediately came out to greet me. "How's it going today?" I asked.
"I sold over 140 yuan," she replied with a beaming smile. "Hmm, not bad. Go cook some food." I went behind the counter, took out her little ledger, and slowly flipped through it. When the shop first opened, I could only operate it briefly after work and on my days off. Later, by chance, Niu came to work there, and I could operate it during the day. Business improved day by day, and someone even did the laundry and cooking, which made me very happy. "Once Niu leaves, I need to hire a proper helper," I thought to myself.
"A pack of cigarettes, please." I looked up and saw, "Oh, it's the Party Secretary! Come on, sit down!" I offered him cigarettes and tea, then turned and called out, "Niu, cook some more dishes, Grandpa Liu is here."
"No, no, I'll just grab a pack of cigarettes and leave." It was Liu Changyan, the Party Secretary, who came in, my direct superior.
"No, that won't do. It's lunchtime already, and besides, I have some work to ask you about." I grabbed the Party Secretary to stop him from leaving, and he stood there. I quickly set up a table and chairs in the yard, opened a bag of peanuts, grabbed a bottle of wine, and invited the Party Secretary to sit down, pouring him a full glass of wine.
"You've certainly been to university and seen the world," the village secretary said, downing his drink in one gulp and chewing on peanuts. "Why didn't we think of opening a shop here before?"
"Hehe, you flatter me, Secretary. We used to have to go all the way to the market to buy things. I'm just making things more convenient for the villagers," I said with a careful smile.
"That's right, that's right. Now everyone can buy things without having to take a bus." In the blink of an eye, several cups of wine had been downed by the village secretary.
As we were chatting, Niu came out with the dishes. The Party Secretary stuffed a large mouthful of shredded pork with green peppers into his mouth, watched Niu's retreating figure, and said, "Is Niu obedient and hardworking here?"
I poured the Party Secretary a drink while saying, "Hmm, she's fine, just a little timid. Why does her father beat her so badly?"
"Sigh, what a tragedy. Shengwa and his wife didn't have any children before, so they adopted her. At first, she was good to him, and he doted on her at home. Later, Shengwa's wife died, and he married his current wife, and they had a son. At first, he treated Niu okay, but then Shengwa started gambling, and the family gradually became poor. Niu dropped out of school to work at home. Her younger brother started school this year, which increased expenses, and he became even harsher on Niu. Sigh, she's not his own after all." The Party Secretary smacked his lips, seemingly quite satisfied with the shredded pork with green peppers.
"Yes, I couldn't bear to watch that day, so I kept Niu here. He beat her like that, and nobody cared," I chimed in.
“It’s only natural for adults to discipline children. What child doesn’t get a beating? Besides, Shengwa is known for being stubborn; who would dare mess with him?”
“Oh,” I said thoughtfully, “then let’s wait a few days, until Shengwa’s temper has calmed down, and then send Niu back.”
“What? Send her back? Niu is disobedient and doesn’t do things right!” The village secretary stopped eating and stared at me blankly.
“No, no.” I quickly put a piece of food on his plate. “She’s only twelve. This is child labor; it’s illegal.”
“Nonsense! There are plenty of seven- or eight-year-olds in this village helping people herd cattle and carry firewood. Has anyone broken the law? Maybe you’re paying them too much? You could pay them less.” The village secretary perked up, and his speech became more vulgar. “Let her stay a few more days if possible. Sending her back would be a hassle. She's doing well here, helping you with the shop.”
“Yes, yes,” I replied with a smile, thinking to myself that I couldn't send her back yet; this was a hot potato. Although I wanted to find a helper, I still felt that Niu was a bit too young and not quite right. But since the village secretary said so, I decided to leave it at that for now and let her go when her father came to find her. Thinking this, I quickly changed the subject.
While we were talking, Niu finished cooking and sat timidly beside me, not eating much. I guessed that's probably how she was at home, so I put a lot of food in her bowl and opened a cheap drink for her. I don't drink, but I could tell Niu liked it.
After dinner, it was getting dark. The village secretary, with the cigarettes I'd given him, walked away, one step at a time. There's no such thing as nightlife in the countryside. I told Niu to close the door, and then, feeling dizzy, I went upstairs to sleep.
In a daze, I thought I heard a noise. I opened my eyes, feeling incredibly thirsty, and drank a large glass of water. Putting the glass down, I lay back down on the bed. I heard another soft noise, seemingly accompanied by a groan. Was Niu uncomfortable? I called out, but there was no answer. Terrified, I rushed over, pushed open Niu's door, and turned on the light. I saw Niu completely naked, curled up, clutching her stomach, looking like she was in pain.
I quickly went to the bedside, shook her shoulder, and asked, "What's wrong, Niu? Does your stomach hurt?"
Niu shook her head. I touched her forehead; it was sweaty, but her temperature wasn't high. I panicked and shook her hard: "What's wrong? Tell me quickly."
"I need to pee," Niu's voice was barely audible.
Oh, she'd just drunk too much. I relaxed, went into the bedroom, grabbed a flashlight, and said, "Come on, I'll go with you." "After saying that, I turned my back and told her to get up and get dressed.
In the countryside, toilets are usually behind the house, but our house was built on a small embankment, with no extra space, so the toilet had to be built on the back hillside. It was pitch black, and even I was a little scared, let alone a little girl.
I stopped at the toilet door. The toilet was very rudimentary, just a large pit with two planks laid across it. Children often slipped and fell in, so I shone my flashlight on the planks. The
girl was probably in a hurry to hold it in; she stepped onto the planks, and before I could put the flashlight away, she pulled down her pants and squatted down…
Between her white thighs, a pink slit was slightly parted, and clear spring water gushed out from between..." The sound of its hooting against my skin sent a rush of blood to my groin. My penis stood erect, as if trying to burst out of my pants to meet its destination. My heart pounded like a war drum, my hands trembled, eager to touch that smooth skin… My mouth was dry, I was panting, my mind was blank, and my vision was blurred. A force surged violently within me, urging me to either lunge forward or run away. But an external force seemed to hold me back, preventing me from moving forward or running away. I was frozen in place…
"Uncle, I'm done." Niu's voice came, jolting me awake. I was startled by what I had just felt. I let out a long sigh, slapped myself hard, and looked at Niu's surprised expression. "There were mosquitoes," I explained. I went back to my room and lay down. My little brother was still proudly erect. I sighed and helplessly stroked it up and down, sometimes thinking about my girlfriend from college, sometimes about my favorite female celebrity. Suddenly, I remembered Niu's pussy peeing, and my heart warmed. A tingling sensation ran down my lower body, and my little brother throbbed. After the blissful satisfaction, the lonely night continued.
Chapter Two
From that day on, every time I came home and saw Niu, I had an inexplicable urge. Every night I fantasized about Niu's body, and the image of her half-clear vulva always lingered in my mind's eye. Several times I even thought about peeping at Niu sleeping naked, but I felt it was shameless. The conflict between reason and desire tormented me to the extreme. "How can I have such strong feelings for a girl who is only twelve years old?" Every time I relieved myself and lay limply on the bed, I would ask myself this question.
However, every time I fell asleep, I strongly hoped that there would be any sound from Niu's side, but everything remained the same, only the buzzing of mosquitoes and the rustling of the wind through the trees and grass. Finally, one day, during lunch, I inexplicably opened a bottle of drink and shakily placed it in front of Niu...
After that, every night, I accompanied Niu to the toilet. At first, Niu seemed a little uncomfortable urinating under the flashlight, but after a few days she got used to it. Sometimes she would even smile slightly at me. Later, she would stand at the door and gently call out, "Uncle, I need to pee." "It seems that once a little girl gets used to something, she won't question its inherent rationality. My primal instincts made me harbor more wicked thoughts.
From then on, I would often find things to do, praising her for doing well while patting her head, shoulder, or finding fault, gently patting her bottom, pinching her face—in short, everything had to make her 'get used to.' Every time I made her 'get used to,' there was a strange stimulation and a kind of demonic aura—a
demonic aura. The Buddhist scripture *Mahaprajnaparamita Sutra* says: 'Question: What is called a demon? Answer...'" It is said: "She steals wisdom and destroys the foundation of virtue and goodness." In other words, she can completely destroy a person's wisdom, morality, upbringing, and kind nature, leaving nothing behind.
One day, after dinner, it suddenly started raining heavily. I figured there wouldn't be much business, so I told Niu to tidy up while I went to the kitchen to take a bath. In the countryside, there's no such thing as a bathroom; people just sit in a large wooden tub in the kitchen to wash. After washing, I went upstairs. The torrential
rain in the mountains comes and goes quickly. The rain stopped as soon as I went upstairs. I cursed inwardly, thinking I shouldn't have closed the door. I walked downstairs, wondering whether I should open the door again. After going down the stairs, I heard the sound of water in the kitchen. "Niu is taking a bath!" Just thinking about this made me restless. I wanted to rush into the kitchen and embrace the body I had imagined countless times.
I calmed myself down, took a deep breath, went upstairs, picked up my water cup, and deliberately walked heavily to the kitchen door, reaching out to open it.
The girl probably hadn't expected me to come in, and let out a surprised "uh." I pretended the room was empty, went straight to the water bottle, poured myself a glass of water, and then glanced back at the girl who was taking a bath. She sat blankly in the tub, staring at me. I didn't dare look any longer, afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself, so I quickly picked up my teacup and pretended to drink, trying to appear calm as I walked out. As I left, I said to her with my back to her, "Hurry up and take a bath, don't catch a cold."
Back in the room, I couldn't wait to grab my penis and start stroking it while closing my eyes. The image of the girl danced before my eyes: her little mouth kissing my penis, her tongue roaming over my body, her round, white buttocks, her smooth, delicate face, her pink and tender vulva, her clear, sparkling vagina. I wanted to kiss her lips, I wanted to touch her buttocks, I wanted to penetrate her little hole, I wanted... I wanted...
"Ah~" I screamed hysterically, my semen gushing out.
I lay there limply for a while, then got up, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the headboard. I thought to myself, watching her shower isn't a good "habit." What kind of "habit" is it that she always has to get water poured during her showers? Thinking about this, I drifted off to sleep.
The store was running low on stock, so I made a special trip to the county town to buy some better snacks and drinks. Back at the store, I told Niu, "These things cost a dozen yuan a box; they're for us to eat ourselves, don't sell them."
"A dozen yuan?" Niu stuck out her tongue. The best biscuits they sold were only three or four yuan a big bag, and those were mostly bought by the "richer" families in the village. Something costing a dozen yuan was probably something only village officials would occasionally have.
"I'll put them in your room so there won't be any mistakes." "Saying this, she picked up the things and prepared to go upstairs."
"No need, put them in the kitchen. You keep them safe so they don't attract mice."
"Okay." Niu replied, picked up the things and went into the kitchen. Watching Niu's back, I chuckled wickedly to myself.
When it was time to eat snacks, I would call Niu over. First, I would give her a few, and later I would just feed her directly. Sometimes, like teasing a child, I would wait for her mouth to come over, and then I would take the snack away. Gradually, she seemed to like this game. When I gave
her food, she would basically just stick her mouth out. These ordinary things were like delicacies in Niu's eyes. Whenever I gave her snacks, she was so happy and grateful. I would watch her eat and tease her at the same time. Of course, my hands were not idle either. I would say that she ate like a little pig and touch her face; or I would pinch her bottom. Niu would chew and pretend to dodge with a smile. I knew I could take the next step.
That day, I went upstairs first after taking a shower and waited quietly. Niu swept and tidied up, finally closing the door behind her. Hearing the door close, my heart skipped a beat. I quickly listened intently to the sounds below. Niu went into the kitchen, and soon I heard her adding water to the wooden basin. A moment later, the sound of water started again.
My chance had come! I happily went downstairs, coughing lightly near the door to give her a heads-up, then pushed the door open. Niu was sitting in the large basin with her back to me. As I entered, she turned her head, our eyes met, and she quickly turned away again.
I stood in the doorway and glanced at her back: Niu was a little thin, probably hadn't eaten well at home, and whether she was full was a problem. Seeing this, suddenly I felt no wicked desire, but rather a pang of pity. I composed myself and said, "Niu, where did you put the cookies?"
"In the cabinet next to the cutting board," she answered softly.
I walked to the cabinet, turned my back to her, and opened it. Pretending to be picking through the snacks, I crumpled the packaging bags, making a rustling sound. I knew this sound was very tempting to her; it would distract her and allow me to stay a few more minutes longer. During this time, I listened carefully; she seemed to have remained still in the bathtub for about two or three minutes. I felt that was enough, so I grabbed a random bag, tore it open, popped a piece into my mouth, and turned to leave. She stared at me without moving, her expression strange. I smiled at her, then waved a heart in my hand: "Hurry up and come upstairs when you're done." Then I went out the door and upstairs.
From then on, I would go to the kitchen every few days while Niu was taking a bath, to get her water or something to eat. Niu seemed to have gotten used to it; I'd get my things, she'd take her bath, and we'd chat occasionally. I'd often casually feed her a piece of food as I walked past the tub, and she'd accept it without hesitation—everything seemed so natural.
One day, I took out a scallion pancake and walked past her to feed her one. When she reached for it, I gently squeezed it, and the pancake immediately crumbled. She only got a small piece; most of it fell into the tub. I saw a look of regret on her face, so I pretended to be disappointed and said "Oh dear!" and quickly took out two more pieces and handed them to her: "Is it good?"
"Mmm, delicious." She chewed on the pancake, her words muffled. Seeing her swallow, I immediately offered her two more. She ate while washing, and I fed her, talking about food to distract her and make her think I wasn't paying attention to her bathing. "Uncle, I'm done washing," the girl said softly, refusing the treats I offered.
I knew what she meant—she wanted me to leave for a moment. "Ah, you're done? Get up and get dressed," I said, feigning ignorance, thinking, "If I leave now, it won't be easy for me to stay any longer. I can't let this start."
The girl seemed hesitant, so I pressed on, "Get up quickly! You've been washing for so long, be careful you don't get sick!"
Seeing I wasn't leaving, she had no choice but to stand up with her back to me. I found it amusing; she'd gotten used to peeing, so once this first time started, there wouldn't be any more obstacles.
Looking at Niu's body just out of the tub, I felt a little dizzy. Although it was only her back, the youthful energy was still there. Especially when she was being dried, her little bottom jiggled, which aroused my inner restlessness. I restrained myself; haste makes waste, I told myself.
With a good start, everything went smoothly. First, she got used to me sitting next to her and feeding her while bathing her, then she got used to me pouring water on her body with my hands, and finally she got used to me bathing her: starting by washing her back, gradually moving to her chest, buttocks, thighs, and eventually her whole body. Whenever I tried to get her "used" to a new action, she was still a little confused. I would always pretend to be surprised and ask her, "Didn't you do this at home before?" to imply that everything I was doing was normal, just not happening to her. When I suddenly reached behind her and touched her virgin territory that day, she was startled and instinctively covered herself with her hand. I calmly asked her, "Doesn't your dad wash here when he bathes your little brother?" She seemed thoughtful. I took the opportunity to gently press my middle finger into her slit. The two tender labia enveloped my fingertip and slid gently over it, like a little eel swimming from my fingertip. Further down, I reached the entrance to her paradise. I hesitated, wondering
whether to go any deeper, when she suddenly clapped her hands and laughed, "A little brother is a little penis! Uncle, you're so silly!"
"Ah, right, right," I withdrew my hand, "You're so smart." While saying this, I still warned myself: Thank goodness, I mustn't let her notice anything amiss, otherwise things won't go smoothly later.
Under my guidance, she got more and more used to things, and we grew closer, but we still hadn't overcome the final hurdle. Although I was certain everything would happen, it certainly wouldn't be now.
Chapter Three

September arrived in the blink of an eye, and in the mountains, September was already showing clear signs of autumn. The daytime sun was still blazing, but by night, the wind was already chilly. I was already wearing a jacket, but Niu was still wearing those two patched-up shirts. Niu had been working in my shop for almost three months. During that time, her father had only come twice to ask for his wages, and then I hadn't seen him since. It seemed that, as the village secretary had said, he only cared about the money and didn't care about Niu. Seeing Niu's thin figure shivering in the autumn wind, I felt a surge of pity. I wanted to buy her some clothes, but I was always afraid of what others would say. I guess that's what happens when you have a guilty conscience.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I decided to go to Niu's house, ostensibly to pick up some clothes, but more importantly, to gauge her family's attitude towards her and decide on my next move. Her dad was a troublemaker; I might end up getting into trouble instead of getting the mutton. It was a beautiful Saturday, sunny and bright. I took two bottles of sorghum liquor and walked ahead, with Niu following behind, pointing the way. I could tell she really didn't want to go back to that house, but she didn't dare disobey me, so she obediently followed.
After walking along winding mountain paths for over an hour, we arrived at her house. The big yellow dog at the door started barking, and Niu had to go and soothe it. I called out, "Is Shengwa home?" and then went inside.
Several people were playing mahjong inside. Seeing me enter, they all stood up in unison. Shengwa was startled for half a second, then immediately reacted: "Ah, Director Cao is here! What a rare guest! Please, have a seat!" He then turned and called into the house, "Wife, quickly make some tea!" The others seemed to only then realize what was happening, offering cigarettes and seats, bustling about eagerly.
I sat down without ceremony; after several months as a village official, I had learned a thing or two about putting on airs. I slowly took a sip of tea before saying to the others, "Sit down. Everyone sit down. What are you standing for?" Only then did everyone sit down.
Shengwa looked puzzled. Seeing me leisurely drinking tea, he didn't dare ask. He looked up and saw Niu outside the door, his face immediately darkening. Suddenly, he seemed to understand and yelled at Niu, "It must be because you didn't do a good job that I sent you back, you stubborn brat! I'll break your legs!" He stood up
angrily and walked out.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Shengwa stopped when he heard me and turned to look at me. I took another sip of tea, then put the cigarette that was offered to me in my mouth. Someone immediately came over and lit it. I exhaled a puff of smoke and called out to Niu, who was pale with fright outside the door, "Niu, come in." Niu looked at me, then at her father, and didn't dare to move.
"Come in when I tell you to, are you looking for a beating?" Shengwa yelled again.
Niu quickly lowered her head and walked to my side. I pulled over a small stool for her to sit down before slowly saying, "It's getting cold, and Niu has no clothes to wear. I've been busy lately and haven't had time to buy any, and you don't deliver them, so I had to come and get them."
Hearing this, Shengwa breathed a sigh of relief: "How could I let you come in person? Just give me a message and I'll deliver them." He then called into the house, "Stew the cured pork hock. Director Cao is having lunch here. Oh, and kill a chicken too."
"No, no, I'll just go get the clothes and leave. I won't eat." I imitated the old Party Secretary's polite manner.
"It's lunchtime, so it's alright if you don't eat," the others also tried to persuade me to stay. I didn't say whether I was leaving or not, but just told Shengwa to hurry up and get the clothes. Soon, Shengwa came out with a bundle and handed it to Niu.
I glanced at the girl beside me, who was looking down, then turned back and began to speak in an official tone: "Shengwa, the girl is still young. How could you, as her father, beat her so badly?" Shengwa scoffed and didn't say anything. The others echoed my criticism.
"She's hardworking, good at everything—laundry, cooking, you're lucky to have a daughter like that," I took a sip of tea and paused. "I wish I had a daughter like that." Unexpectedly,
Shengwa jumped up immediately upon hearing this and hurriedly said, "Girl, call him Daddy!"
"Ah," I didn't react for a moment, and mechanically declined, "No, no, I can't just call him that like that." "Yes, yes,
Director Cao is right, we can't just do it casually. I'll go find someone." After saying that, he dashed out.
I was a little confused and at a loss, and couldn't hear what the others were saying at all. I don't know how much time had passed, but Shengwa led an old man with a white beard back. The crowd surrounded me and led me out the door. I was caught in a dilemma and had no choice but
to let them do as they pleased, like a bride getting into a sedan chair.
I was led to the edge of a ditch, where a wooden plank was laid across it. An old man tied a red cloth sash around my waist. I stood to one side, while Shengwa and Niu stood on the other, holding Niu's hand. The old man mumbled some words I couldn't understand. Then someone brought a cup of tea to Niu. Niu took the tea with both hands, walked over from the plank, knelt in front of me, raised the tea above her head, and called out "Father." I responded, took the tea, and drank it all in one gulp. Niu then kowtowed to me. I pulled Niu up, untied the red cloth sash, and tied it around her waist. Niu turned around and kowtowed to Shengwa again. I pulled Niu up from behind again. The old man mumbled a few more words, and the ceremony was over!
Then everyone congratulated me, ate, and drank. It wasn't until after lunch that I said goodbye. Shengwa and the others escorted me to the store entrance. When we parted, Shengwa revealed his true colors again: "If Niu doesn't behave, you can hit her." "
I understand what Shengwa meant. He doesn't want to send the girl back, just pay her wages. What kind of person is he? He's not like the foreman in the old 'The Bonded Laborer'!"
“I won’t hit her. If she doesn’t behave, I’ll send her back.” I was saying this to Niu, rather than answering Shengwa. After saying that, I glanced at Niu; she was indeed afraid.
The corn liquor from the countryside is really strong. The next morning, I woke up with a throbbing headache. I got dressed and went downstairs. Niu saw me and immediately called out, “Dad, you’re up! I’ll make you some noodles.”
Damn, going from Uncle to Dad sounds really awkward.
In our hometown, we call our biological father “Ba” and our adoptive father “Die.” Although Niu wasn’t Shengwa’s biological daughter, she was adopted and took his surname, so she was considered his biological daughter. The same goes for stepfathers; if the surname isn’t changed, they call him “Die,” and if it is, they call him “Ba.” If a father misbehaves with his daughter, everyone curses him to be struck by lightning; if he’s a father, he’s just a laughingstock, called “improper.” Thinking about this, I couldn’t help but feel relieved, as if it were all fate.
Niu brought out the noodles. The morning air was still quite chilly. She put on the clothes I'd brought yesterday—they were hardly clothes at all, covered in large patches and so long they almost reached her bottom; they were probably her parents' hand-me-downs. I quickly finished my noodles and said to Niu, "Close the door later, I'll take you to the county town."
Niu was overjoyed: "I'll make pancakes!" she said, heading towards the kitchen. I paused, then realized she was preparing some dry food. I smiled, "No need, just clean up the dishes and we'll go."
The sun was high in the sky, and the weather was getting warmer. I told Niu to change into something barely acceptable, and we took a passing bus to the county town.
Chapter Four;
Niu had never been to the county town before, and everything was new and exciting. She asked all sorts of questions. I took her to the secondhand market and bought some clothes and shoes. It wasn't that I was stingy, but in a poor mountain village, wearing too many new clothes would attract attention. I took her through the streets and alleys, sampling various snacks, and we even watched a movie. Finally, we returned home with a large bag of pastries and fruit.
That evening, after I showered, I called her in: "Honey, you've been running around all day, come wash up, and then you can wear your new clothes."
"Okay," she replied, changing the water in the tub, taking off her clothes without hesitation, and stepping into the tub. I moved a chair and sat beside her, touching her slightly protruding belly and saying
, "Look, you've gotten so round." She looked down and said shyly, "It was so delicious."
"Haha," I laughed, "I'll take you again next time." As I spoke, I lathered her with soap.
Before, when I bathed her, she would wash herself endlessly, but I've forgotten when it started, she stopped. She sat properly in the tub, holding onto the rim, letting my hands caress her delicate skin. While absentmindedly chatting about our trip to the city, I admired her body. It lacked the allure and seduction of a mature woman, but possessed a youthful and natural charm. If a mature Dong woman's body was as alluring and dazzling as a rose, then this girl's body was as elegant and fragrant as a wild chrysanthemum.
As I washed her shoulders, I gently pinched them; they had gained elasticity. Although still somewhat thin, they were much better than when she first arrived.
"Stand up." With my words, she stood upright in the basin. I washed her thighs, tracing her round bottom down. Her legs had a distinct curve; her calves, accustomed to hiking, were thicker than those of city girls. In comparison, her thighs seemed underdeveloped. I thought, "With better nutrition, they should improve." After washing her, I lifted her hips and twisted her around. She turned to face me, and I reached for her most private area. She slightly parted her legs, and I gently massaged her cleft with my middle finger, repeating my old saying, "This needs to be cleaned properly, or she'll get sick." Thinking about how I would soon possess this precious place, I felt relatively calm. I only lingered there a couple of times, briefly enjoying the smooth, soft texture, before withdrawing my hand.
After drying her, I gave her bottom a light slap, as usual: "Alright, go get dressed." She giggled and eagerly put on the clothes I'd bought that day, looking very happy.
Information spreads in the countryside, and within a few days, everyone knew she considered me her father. The old village secretary praised me, saying, "You're a kind-hearted girl; she's going to have a good life with you." I said, "Oh, not at all. I'm just looking for help; she has to do the laundry and cook, which is tough on her." But in my heart, I thought: Hehe, even greater blessings await her.
Autumn is in the air, and the temperature difference between day and night is widening. I added two cotton quilts to the bed and changed to a thin blanket. It's different for Niu. She arrived in the sweltering heat, and since we didn't plan for her to stay long, we just found two stools and a bed board to make a bed. I gave her a towel blanket, which she used as a makeshift mattress and cover. Since she used to wear few clothes and slept naked, it got colder every day, and the towel blanket wasn't enough to keep out the wind. But I had ulterior motives and didn't add a blanket for her. I know that Niu wouldn't dare make any requests at home, and it's the same here. So I often casually tell her, "This isn't like your home. If you need anything, just tell me."
At night, I fantasize about Niu's body and masturbate before falling asleep, partly to relieve my urges, but mainly to prepare for what's coming. I know God won't let me wait much longer…
"Daddy, Daddy." Hearing Niu's voice half-asleep, I jumped up from the bed. The moment I'd been waiting for had finally arrived. Although this scene had appeared countless times in my mind, seeing it actually happen still made my heart race. I took a deep breath, calmed myself, and went to open the door.
Niu, dressed, stood timidly at the door. "What's wrong? Do you need to pee? Let's go." I knew the answer already. I'd long since graduated from the toilet lesson; I hadn't given her a drink in the afternoon for a long time, and taking her to the toilet every night was a hassle.
"Dad, I'm cold."
I touched Niu's face; it was icy cold. I grabbed her hand; it was the same. "Come here, come here! Why didn't you say so sooner? Come here to warm up." I pulled her to the bedside and reached out to take off her clothes.
Niu probably hadn't expected this outcome; she seemed a little lost and confused. Maybe it was the cold, or maybe it was resistance. She seemed stiff as I took off her clothes. I said, "Hey, why didn't you say so sooner? I'll buy you a blanket tomorrow." I took off her pants. I'd noticed she didn't have any underwear, let alone bras or extra clothes. The pair of briefs I bought in town last time had been sitting here with me, not for her to wear, just for today. Otherwise, getting her used to taking off her underwear would have been a hassle, and I'd just be asking for trouble.
I pulled off her pants, and Niu was completely naked. She quickly crawled into bed, and I followed, reaching out to hug her. The girl lay there with her back to me, her cold back pressed against my hot chest, seemingly shivering slightly. Fortunately, I had masturbated beforehand, so although my little brother was aroused, it wasn't overtly aggressive. This was important; if I scared her, she would rather freeze than come over, and then there would be a lot of trouble later.
I rubbed her shoulders and thighs with one hand, complaining, "Look how cold you are! Why didn't you say anything? What if you get sick?" She didn't answer. My body heat and the friction warmed her up. Seeing this, I released her, turned over, and said in a flat voice, "Go to sleep. I'll buy you a blanket tomorrow."
For the next few days, I deliberately came home very late. Since I couldn't buy a blanket, she had no choice but to come to my room in the middle of the night. I warmed her with hugs and rubbing, but never touched her private parts. Although at that moment she couldn't resist what I wanted to do.
If it were just for simple desire, I wouldn't need to go to so much trouble. Going to her naked body in the middle of the night wouldn't be difficult, but that would only get her bored compliance. I didn't want an empty shell to satisfy my lust; I wanted a playmate with flesh and blood, a soul.
The last leg of a journey is the hardest. Having reached this point, I couldn't afford to make a mistake. I wouldn't be foolish enough to wet the bed when it was already dawn.
Things unfolded exactly as I had planned. On the fifth day after Niu came to my room, I was half-lying on the bed reading when Niu finished washing her clothes and came upstairs. Her footsteps were heading straight for my room. I looked up and saw Niu standing at the door, shyly calling out, "Dad."
"Hmm," I responded, "Come to sleep." I moved a little off the bed.
Niu took off her clothes, rolled over past my feet, climbed to the headboard, smiled at me, and crawled into bed. I put down my book and lay down beside her, reaching out to hug her and stroking her again.
Niu giggled, "Daddy, I'm not cold today."
"Oh, not cold? Then I'll tickle you, okay?" I said, tickling her armpits. Niu laughed, struggling, saying, "Daddy, no! Hehe, no more! Daddy, hehehe..."
I stopped, Niu's face flushed, panting heavily. After a short rest, she glanced at me, saw me looking at her, and scolded, "Daddy, you're so naughty."
"How dare you call me naughty! See how I deal with you!" I reached out and tickled Niu's waist again, instantly punctuated by silvery laughter and pleas for mercy. Seeing her laughing so hard she could barely breathe, I stopped, but my hands didn't leave her delicate body. The girl lay limply, as if she had used up all her strength.
I lay on my side, propping myself up on the pillow with my elbow, looking down at her. She glanced at me, puffed out her cheeks, and pouted in protest. I laughed and said, "See if you dare say I'm bad again." I roughly stroked her smooth belly and thighs, always sweeping over her pubic area, occasionally poking her lower back, or giving her thighs and buttocks a light pinch, and even giving her vulva a squeeze. My expression was natural, to tell her that we were just playing around, and what I was doing was just part of the game. "
When I pinched her, she would only move slightly to show her resistance. When I stroked her, she lay quietly, her eyebrows revealing joy, and there was a slight smile on her lips. When I blew on her face, she would either wrinkle her nose or stick out her tongue, looking innocent and touching. It seemed that she liked this kind of game. Since she liked it, I should keep her looking forward to it. Thinking of this, I suddenly stopped, kissed her on the cheek, and said, 'Stop playing, go to sleep.'" "I turned around and turned off the light.
Don't take rice out of the pot when it's eight or nine tenths cooked. Although it'll fill you up, the taste will be greatly diminished. If you put undercooked rice back in, you'll find it's harder to cook than raw rice. The same applies to guiding a girl; I don't want to go through all that trouble and scheme only to end up with a bowl of half-cooked rice!
Chapter Five:
Playful antics continued every day. After a few days, she began to retaliate, reaching for my armpits and lower back with her little hands. Of course, I allowed her that right, letting her feel a little indulgent.
After a brief retaliation, it was my turn to make my move: I pinned her left hand completely under my body, wrapped my right hand around the back of her neck, grabbed her right hand, placed my left foot between her legs, pinning her left leg down, and began attacking her lower back, buttocks, and thighs with my left hand, pinching and scratching. She struggled to break free, her only uncontrolled leg bouncing like a bicycle." She kicked the blankets to the foot of the bed, but it was all in vain; all that was left was laughter and pleading.
Seeing that she was getting a little tired, I stopped and started stroking her body, blowing on her face, and teasing her into making faces. After a while, she started trying to break free again, so I immediately used tickling and pinching to make her surrender, and then started touching her again. After several rounds, she finally became exhausted, just staring at the ceiling, panting heavily, and stopped making faces.
Seeing this, I pretended to be tired too, resting my head on her flat chest, listening to her heart pounding like a little rabbit, and my hands wandered over her lower abdomen and thighs again, but this time from rough to gentle, starting to carefully feel the silk-like smoothness.
Gradually, my hands went from passing by to lingering, lingering on the place that had haunted my heart countless times. I first gently pressed on her breast. The steamed bun was quite thick; after pressing it down with my palm, it was just the right size. I gently squeezed the flesh of the bun, carefully feeling it. The girl didn't react much, so I bent my middle finger and squeezed it into that familiar valley.
The girl's right leg lifted slightly and then lowered, seemingly indicating that she hadn't given up resisting.
I slowly followed the valley upwards, trying to find the small bud, but the path felt dry and difficult; the girl's young physiological development wasn't yet sufficient to produce a lubricating response to touch.
I reached back to the pillow and took out the lubricant I'd prepared for so long, squeezed some onto my middle finger, and returned to the valley. The path was now smooth; the small bud, though only the size of a mung bean, was clearly visible. I trembled and gently tapped the bud, then drifted downstream to the entrance, circling it. Seeing that the girl didn't react, I pushed her right leg to the side and pulled her left leg... I pulled her legs apart, telling her to open them wider before walking back up and down the stream.
She didn't pull her legs
back, so I thought I had a chance. I released her little hands and breathed on her face. She looked at me, didn't make a face, just smiled shyly, seemingly a little bashful. I was overjoyed. I sat up and pulled her closer to the middle of the bed. She obediently followed. I lifted her little bottom, placed a pillow underneath, and put a towel on top. I gently parted her legs, and the pink, hidden path that had been blurry in the dim flashlight was finally clearly and completely revealed before my eyes.
The high mons pubis protected the clitoris like a fortress, and the thick labia majora closed the entrance tightly. I used my index and ring fingers to pry open the entrance, and the two peach-petal-like labia minora trembled slightly. I gently pinched the petals with my other hand, and her legs closed together. I pushed them apart with my hand, and then with my other hand... I teased the petals, which swayed back and forth to meet my fingers. After a moment of passionate manipulation, I finally parted them, revealing the entrance to my dreamlike paradise.
I leaned down and smelled it; there was no fragrance or odor, almost no scent. I touched it with my hand; it was soft and slippery, but not quite. I tentatively inserted my little finger halfway in, feeling a noticeable tightness. I pulled it apart a little more, and the semi-circular hymen faithfully guarded the entrance.
I lovingly touched it with my fingers… She circled on her intact hymen, her final moments soon to come. Elsewhere, she might have lived longer, but here she could only last a brief twelve years. Thinking of this, I almost gave up, but the precious place she guarded held my thoughts captivated me. After caressing it for a long time, I lowered my head and, with complex emotions, gave her a deep kiss, a gesture of respect and farewell.
I pulled down my underwear and knelt between her legs, pressing my thumb against her clitoris while pondering how to explain this "game" to her.
"Daddy, are you going to fuck me?" she whispered.
"Ah," I was taken aback by her question, but quickly added, "Yes, Daddy likes you, of course I'm going to fuck you." "
Of course I'll fuck you if I like you, damn it, what kind of robber logic is this?"
The girl remained silent and motionless, I didn't know if she accepted my logic. Since she knew what I was going to do, I might as well be straightforward and avoid any complications.
I took the lubricant, used my thumb and forefinger to separate the two petals, and slowly inserted the lubricant tube into her untouched cave. Then I squeezed the lubricant in, and when I took it out, I dripped a few drops onto her vulva and clitoris. Then I wrapped her legs around my waist, pulled her waist closer to me, and grasped my throbbing penis, and began to slowly rub it against her pink vulva and clitoris.
"Daddy, will it hurt a lot?" the girl asked softly again.
Hey, I didn't expect this kid to know so much. Since that's the case, I can't rush it. I just happily wandered around her vulva, making up lies to tell her, "It won't hurt, sometimes it might hurt a little bit." "
The girl's small body trembled slightly, perhaps from nervousness or fear. I quickened the pace of my rubbing and lied to her, saying, 'Look, it hurts after all this time.'
'No, it doesn't hurt.' The girl shook her head and let out a long sigh, seemingly relieved. Hehe, being so inexperienced, she really believed that what I was doing was what she called 'fucking.'"
“Sometimes if you use too much force, it will hurt a little,” I added. It was a fact that would soon be verified, so it was better to give her a heads-up beforehand, lest the little girl feel deceived and not believe me as readily in the future.
“Then Daddy, be gentle,” she grumbled.
I held my penis with one hand and gently stroked her thigh with the other. “How did you know it would hurt?”
She didn’t answer. I teased her, “If you won’t answer Daddy, is it because I tickled you?” I reached for her waist. Hearing this, she quickly twisted her body and laughed, “No, Daddy, I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you. My sister from the back hill told me.”
Her laughter reminded me that talking to her would distract her, and it might make it easier for her when I penetrated her later.
“Who fucked your sister?”
“Her dad,” she replied, “My sister said it hurt a lot.”
“Oh, what did your sister say?” My curiosity was piqued; this story was like an aphrodisiac, making me even more excited. “Tell me what your sister said, okay?”
She hesitated for a moment, “Then you can’t tell anyone.” Haha, a child’s trick, but she still answered seriously, “I promise I won’t tell.”
“My sister said that day she was sleeping, and suddenly woke up in pain. When she opened her eyes, she saw her dad fucking her, and she was bleeding.”
I secretly rejoiced that I hadn’t used this method, otherwise it might have left a shadow on the girl’s young mind.
After a pause, she asked softly again, “Will I bleed?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer this question. If I said yes, it would deepen her fear; if I said no, she would immediately witness my lie. I just said, “And then?”
“My sister said that later her dad kept fucking her. She didn’t want to be fucked, so her dad tied her to the bed and fucked her.” The girl said this with indignation. I thought, this older sister from the back hill is probably her very good friend; the girl seemed to be standing up for her sister.
I couldn't talk about her older sister anymore; it was all about violence. I couldn't let Niu think about it. I gently pressed down on her, placing my hands on her knees and slowly pressing down to make her legs spread wider.
Niu thought for a moment, looking hesitant. I warned her again, "Do you want me to tickle you before you tell me?"
Niu quickly twisted her waist and said awkwardly, "Daddy fucks Mommy."
"You're a bad girl, peeping at your daddy fucking your mommy," I teased with a laugh.
"No, that's not it," Niu pouted, "The noise was too loud, I woke up, I wanted to see what they were doing."
"If you don't tell me what you saw, I'll tickle you." I knew she wouldn't speak easily, so I threatened her first.
"Um... I... I saw Mommy hugging Daddy, Daddy on top of Mommy, his buttocks arching... Ouch, it hurts, Daddy," Niu cried out.
While Niu was distracted by talking, I thrust my hips, and the head of my penis entered that enchanting cave I had been longing for. Fortunately, I had put in plenty of lubricant, and it went in halfway.
"Ah, it's Daddy's fault. Daddy used too much force just now. Daddy will be gentler. Don't move, it will hurt if you move." I was afraid she would ask me to take it out, so I made up a lie to coax her, while stroking her groin and genitals to comfort her. Who said that deflowering a little girl is so pleasurable? It hurts! When it first went in, it felt like a rubber band the size of a finger was digging into my glans, it really felt like torture. I felt pain myself, let alone a little girl.
The girl didn't dare to move, her eyes were red, and her body was trembling slightly, probably because of the pain. I didn't dare to go any deeper, what if the girl got scared, how could I do it again later?
After a while, I asked her, "Girl, does it still hurt?"
"Mmm," the girl answered softly, "It's a little better than before."
Hearing this, I was relieved and started teasing her again: "You're useless." The girl looked at me in confusion, and I continued, "Your mom doesn't complain about pain." “
No, no,” the girl, being a child, quickly defended herself when I said she was useless. “Mom is an adult, only little kids feel pain. My sister said the first time was the most painful, she even cried.”
“And then?”
“Then it just hurt at first, but it got better after a while.” The girl said earnestly. Yes, being tied to the bed and forced into a relationship, it definitely wasn’t a pleasant experience. I started tentatively pushing deeper again, and the girl pulled her butt back slightly. “Does it still hurt?” I asked.
“Mmm, a little,” the girl said.
“Good girl, bear with it, it’ll be fine after a while.” "I blurted out, and suddenly I felt so grateful to this lovely older sister. At least she taught Niu that 'it'll be fine after a while!'
I pulled my little brother out a bit, and the walls of her vagina, stretched open by my little brother, immediately closed again. The unexplored little hole is so tight," I exclaimed. But I didn't dare to pull out too shallowly, lest the thickest part of my glans tear open the newly ruptured hymen again. I looked at Niu; although she had an expression of discomfort, she didn't seem to be in unbearable pain. I gently pushed forward again, and the walls of her vagina, which had just closed, were stretched open again. I slowly thrust in and out, carefully feeling the tightness and warmth of her virginity, fully enjoying the tingling and itchy sensation.
Back and forth, each time more intense than the last . Deeper still, I finally encountered the clitoris: a small, hard lump, smooth and about the size of a broad bean. My glans, as if seeing an old friend, nuzzled against it affectionately, while the clitoris, like a shy little girl, flinched away. Thus began a chase, a dodge, and a collision. All my sensory nerves were concentrated between my legs, and the semen that had accumulated for days poured out. The clitoris, untouched by storms, trembled as it received its baptism…
The rice was finally cooked, perfectly cooked.
I withdrew my penis with great satisfaction, and a thin stream of red and white fluid gushed from the opening, dripping down the girl's buttocks onto a towel.
I patted the girl's leg and said, "Don't move, I'll go get some water to wash up." "After saying that, he went downstairs to the kitchen without even putting on his pants. He looked down at the remaining bloodstains on his penis for a while, then reluctantly washed them off. He then carried half a basin of warm water upstairs, covered the girl's genitals with a towel, and let her get out of bed to wash.
After washing, the girl got into bed without a sound and pulled the blanket over herself. I went upstairs too, leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette, and touched the girl's face with my right hand, saying, "Dad is going to the city tomorrow, do you want to go?"
"Dad, I want to go." The girl couldn't resist such temptation.
"Okay, Dad will take you tomorrow. We'll go to the movies and eat good food, okay?" After all, the girl had suffered today, so it was necessary to reward her.
"Okay." At the mention of going to the city, the girl's previous gloom vanished, and a smile bloomed on her face.
"Then go to sleep quickly. We'll play all day tomorrow. Think about what you want to eat." Let her think about happy things and drift off to sleep.
"Okay." "The girl obediently closed her eyes. No matter how tedious it was, when I was forced to return to my hometown, I blamed fate for its injustice and resented God for playing tricks on me. Little did I know that when God closes a door, He always leaves a window open. Thinking of this, I turned to look at the girl who was already asleep and thought: This window is well opened, very well opened!
Chapter Six:
We went to the county town, ate snacks, watched a movie, and I even took her to the park to play some games: catching mice, archery, etc. These things she had never seen or played before excited her greatly, and I was also infected by her enthusiasm, having a great time, as if I had become ten years younger.
I was exhausted when I got home, and only played with her for a while before going to sleep. I didn't want her to think that going to bed meant having sex.
The next morning, the Party Secretary notified me to go to the county town for a meeting, saying there was some kind of study conference on rural education issues, and that I needed to go with him for two days. Although I was very reluctant, I had no reason to refuse, since I was the director in charge of this area."
"If I don't come back, close the door at five o'clock and don't open it if anyone calls," I told Niu before I left.
The meeting ended a little after four o'clock, still a while before lunch. I wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to the Party Secretary, so I invited him to a restaurant. After a few rounds of drinks, I suddenly heard the Party Secretary ask me, "Little Cao, business at the shop is pretty good, isn't it? You're almost a big boss now, aren't you?"
"What big boss? How much can I make on oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar? Plus the credit sales, and the expenses for my girlfriend." I knew this shop would attract envy sooner or later; people had already been subtly saying things like, "Business is good, business is good," to me while I was at work.
"You see, everyone else goes home to play chess or cards after work, unlike me, sitting stupidly behind the counter," I complained bitterly. "If it weren't for the convenience of the villagers, I wouldn't want to work here." I didn't forget to add a touch of pride to my image.
"That's true, I know that, but others don't see it that way." "Others" refers to a few directors and station chiefs in the township, whom I don't even respect. I know the voiceover of the party secretary. It’s not that I don’t want to please the party secretary and the township chief, but I don’t know where to start, so I just stop at eating some food, giving some cigarettes and alcohol, etc. At worst, I don’t charge you to buy things here. After we
had had enough wine and food, the party secretary and I returned to the guest house. The party secretary went to take a shower. I thought about what the party secretary had just said and considered how to further build a relationship with this immediate boss.
After working in the township government for so long, I have also heard some rumors about the party secretary. Back then, he was found to be having sex with someone else's wife when he was so lustful that he was unconscious. This is a big deal in our hometown. If you mess with someone else's daughter and lose some money, you will be beaten and it will be over. If a girl gets married, sooner or later she will belong to someone else. Everyone always thinks so. The daughter-in-law is a member of the family, and she might get killed. Because he was the branch secretary, he didn't dare to make a fuss in public. In addition, with the persuasion and intimidation of several close subordinates of the branch secretary, the family kept their mouth shut after receiving some money and extra care from the branch secretary. Later, somehow the county got wind of it, and he lost his chance for promotion forever. As a result, he remained the Party Secretary for over twenty years. Only a few people in the township government knew about this, and I was fortunate enough to become one of them after I got the title of Director.
Maybe this was a way. Aren't there four ironclad relationships? "Studying together, fighting together, visiting prostitutes together, and sharing the spoils together." I couldn't do the studying together, fighting together, or sharing the spoils, but I could probably manage visiting prostitutes.
After the Party Secretary came out of the shower, I smiled and said to him, "Party Secretary, we rarely come here. This city is not like our countryside. It's very lively at night. I went to high school in this county, so I know it quite well. How about we go out for a walk?"
"Sure, sure." "The Party Secretary readily agreed.
I led him around the street, first looking at the dazzling array of goods, listening to the loud music, and then casually wandering into an alley. This was the county's famous 'hair salon street.'
I didn't say anything, just wanted to see the Party Secretary's reaction first. If he wasn't into this kind of thing, we could just say we were taking a shortcut to get some late-night snacks. As soon as
we entered the alley, the sounds of chattering filled the air. I deliberately slowed my pace, secretly observing the Party Secretary's expression.
He looked around like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden, his mouth agape, seemingly about to drool. 'Party Secretary, shall we go get our hair washed?' I tentatively asked.
'No, no, I just did,' he replied, his eyes still glued to the alluring figures behind the glass windows.
Haha, it seems he's still a novice. 'Then let's get a massage.'" "I added, 'Massage can improve blood circulation and is good for your health. I've been sitting so long in the meeting today that my back is killing me,' I demonstrated by stretching my back. 'These girls are very skilled; the massages are very comfortable.' I only said it was a massage; when the girls started to show their skills, he probably wouldn't be able to resist, and besides, he's not exactly a saint.
'This... well... you decide, just do it,' the secretary stammered.
'Don't say much when you go in; just let the girls do whatever they want,' I instructed the secretary, while choosing a girl inside who looked decent.
We went through the door, and the girls immediately came over to greet us warmly. It was my first time in this place, but luckily, an experienced college classmate told us that the more indifferent you are in these kinds of places, the better, otherwise you'll be treated like a newbie and get ripped off. So I tried to appear calm and said, 'Boss, I'd like a massage.'"
A plump woman suddenly appeared beside us, warmly inviting us to sit down. I sat on the sofa and haggled with the boss, then turned to the uneasy village secretary and whispered, "You can choose which technician you want." While helping him decide, the old secretary hesitantly pointed to a girl who was of average appearance but had a large, voluptuous bottom and breasts. I
told the boss to take the secretary into the room first, and I pulled the plump girl back, saying, "Don't ask the old man too many questions. This is a mine owner, his first time here. Don't be too direct. Let him massage you for a while first. Whether you can do anything else depends on your skills." The remaining girls, seeing that I wasn't making a choice, all crowded around me, trying to seduce me. I ignored them; I had a perfectly healthy young woman at home, and I had no time to fool around here. Thinking of her made my heart race.
The boss came over with a smile and said, "Oh, boss, if you're all here, join in! It's no fun waiting here." The boss's words reminded me that we had "sought prostitutes together. "
What would the Party Secretary think if he saw that I hadn't done it? What if he misunderstood that I was setting him up? Wouldn't that be like trying to steal a chicken and losing the rice instead? Thinking of this, I called a guy who looked somewhat decent into the room: "Blowjob without a condom." "
There was no unnecessary introduction. The woman was very skilled; she squatted down in front of me and started working.
My penis went in and out of her mouth, and I felt a numb physical pleasure, without any passion. Seeing that I didn't react much, she sped up.
I looked down at the hardworking woman and thought, 'If only this were a girl. If it were a girl, I would definitely smile at her with a lustful look on my face, maybe even praise her for doing a good job, and touch her face or other places. The only drawback is that girls are still young, and their chests are still flat.' Thinking of this, I reached out and grabbed the woman's hanging breasts, kneading them in revenge. The woman twisted her waist and pulled her chest back, but these actions only stimulated my nerves. I pinched her nipples with my fingers and rubbed them wantonly.
The woman grabbed my hand and said in a coquettish voice, 'No, honey, you're hurting me.'" I chuckled smugly, loosening my grip and squeezing her breasts while gesturing towards my penis, signaling to continue.
Just then, the bed next door creaked merrily; needless to say, the old bull was starting to mate. These women's skills were undeniable. I turned to the woman continuing to suck my penis and said, "You should switch to your tongue right now." My thoughts drifted back to the girl: she was small, her mouth wasn't big, licking shouldn't be a problem, but as for holding it in her mouth… I racked my brains but couldn't imagine what would happen. Oh well, I'd just have to see how it goes. She was already in my bed; I could explore her potential slowly.
The stimulation from her tongue was quite noticeable. I carefully savored every bit of pleasure, using her tongue to feel my sensitive areas so I could teach her how to stimulate those places later.
Even without the emotional pleasure, my physical excitement had reached its peak. My penis released energy in her mouth, and she swallowed it mouthful by mouthful.
I leaned back on the bed, ordered a massage from the masseuse, and waited quietly. After a while, I heard footsteps, knowing that the massage was finished, so I followed them out, paid the boss, and amidst the mass of girls saying, "Boss, come again sometime!", I led the secretary out of the alley and into the food street, where we ordered some barbecue and beer.
"How was the massage? Was it comfortable?" I asked cautiously.
"Good, good, so the massage here is pretty good... hiss~." He smiled broadly, seemingly quite satisfied, as if savoring the moment. "Secretary, this is just between you and me, you see..." I pretended to hesitate. The secretary glanced at me. "I'm over fifty, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, do you really need to tell me this? You can rest assured, kid." I knew I'd make him keep it a secret more reassuring than he'd ask me to.
I moved closer to the secretary: "Secretary, we can't come here too often, if we run into the police, it'll be troublesome. A fine is a minor issue, but we'll also have to report it." "I had to scare him a little first, otherwise he'd get a taste of the sweetness and keep asking me to come to meetings every few days, which would be terrible. The Party Secretary nodded in agreement.
The next day, after the meeting, I suppressed my longing for Niu and stayed with the Party Secretary in the county town for another night. Seeing his excited, radiant face, I knew that our relationship would definitely be special from now on. If I needed anything, he would definitely help me a lot.
Chapter Seven
, 'Absence Makes the Heart grow fonder,' I really couldn't find a suitable word to express my feelings, but I felt it was not an exaggeration to describe Niu and me. The short two-day separation felt like two years. As soon as night fell, I told Niu to close the door and rest. When Niu got into bed, I pulled her naked body into my warm embrace. Instantly, a current ran through my body, making me tremble. I murmured, 'My sweet girl, I missed you so much.'" "
The girl seemed happy and joyful, yet also a little bewildered and lost. She simply let me hold her obediently, her warm breath like the bright moonlight spilling onto my neck and ears. Some say that breathing on a woman's neck and ears can melt her heart. The girl's breathing similarly captivated me.
Without the usual playful antics, my hand slid directly to her crotch. The girl wiggled her bottom, perhaps feeling a little uncomfortable with today's directness. ^
'Have you been good these past few days, girl? Have you been naughty?' I used my old method, trying to distract her with conversation.
'No,' the girl replied firmly, then whispered, 'Daddy, I'm so scared being alone in the house.' Her voice clearly carried a pleading and yearning. '
Hehe, don't be afraid, girl. Daddy will go out less often in the future, or I'll find someone else to keep you company.'" "I joked.
"Okay, Dad, don't lie to me, bring Sister Zhizhi here!" Niu's face immediately lit up with joy.
I hadn't expected the little girl to have someone in mind. I immediately realized it must be the older sister from the back slope who taught her "it'll be fine after a while." I only found out her name was Zhizhi today.
"That won't do. What if her dad wants to fuck her if I bring her here?" I felt embarrassed saying this. Such words were okay for teasing adults, but for a twelve-year-old girl, it was a bit too frivolous.
"No, it won't happen." Niu ignored my frivolity, perhaps because she was eager for me to bring Zhizhi here. "Sister's dad is dead." "
Oh," this was unexpected. "How did he die?" I asked, reaching for the lubricant.
One day last year, Zhizhi's cow got into a fight with another cow. Her dad and a few others tried to pull them apart, but the cow, its eyes bloodshot, swung its head, and her dad floated into the air like a piece of paper, dying before they could even get him home. I gleaned the gist of what happened from my daughter's fragmented and somewhat incoherent description, while applying a good amount of lubricant to her vulva and genitals.
"Dad, be gentle, don't be as rough as last time," my daughter requested as my penis reached the entrance.
“I know,” I replied, as I gently penetrated her, holding her slender waist and watching her expression.
Her nose and brows were furrowed, her whole body tense, her waist arched upwards, her lower abdomen deeply contracted, clearly revealing the already faint outline of her ribs. She was clearly trying to endure the initial discomfort of penetration, but ultimately didn't cry out like the first time.
Without the binding of that membrane, it was obviously much smoother than before, but still tight. My penis moved in and out very gentlemanly, as if it knew this was still an immature territory. The tender flesh around the opening caressed this intruder with the gentle tenderness unique to a young girl. When my penis came out a little, the flesh quickly closed; when it went in a little, the flesh politely parted, like two excellent waltz dancers, moving in and out, cooperating so harmoniously and naturally. I praised the Creator's exquisite skill; He had subtly added the feelings of the soul to our primal instinct for perpetuating the species.
I looked at her; her face already... She no longer showed any pain, her face was slightly red, and her eyes looked at me with a questioning expression. I smiled sweetly at her, using that smile to tell her how much I liked her, how happy I was, and how much I enjoyed doing this with her; it brought me the greatest joy.
She smiled happily too, a pure and innocent smile. I guessed that for most girls her age, sexual interaction was probably just a special kind of game. They often cared more about the feelings of their partner and preferred sharing their partner's emotional response rather than the physical one.
I communicated with her through my eyes, and my movements below became more vigorous. With the pressure of her vaginal walls, my penis kept sending requests to my brain to release its pent-up desire. In an instant, the dam collapsed, and a torrent of heat surged, washing over every corner of that enchanting cave.
My penis convulsed violently a few times, but eventually calmed down.
I lay there for a while, then sat up and used the towel I had placed under her buttocks to wipe her rosy vulva.
"Girl, go get a basin of water." Hearing the sound, Niu rolled off the bed to get her clothes.
"Don't wear your pants, or they'll get wet." Niu paused, put on her shirt, and went out. A moment later, she came back with a basin of hot water and placed it by the bed. I sat naked on the edge of the bed, legs spread: "Niu, come wash Daddy."
Niu didn't move, standing there with her head down and lips pursed, watching me. "Niu, come quickly, the water's cold." I looked at her encouragingly, my face full of smiles, and nodded slightly to her.
Niu hesitated for a moment, then moved over step by step, squatted opposite me, hesitantly picked up a towel, and gently pressed it against this thing I had felt but never truly seen. I touched her face, then gently pinched it, and said with a smile, "Niu, this isn't right." As I spoke, I took one of her small hands and held it to my glans, then lifted it up, saying, "See, this down there needs to be washed too." Then she used her little hands to pull the foreskin back completely and said, "You have to turn it back here. Do you see this groove? You have to clean this area. If you don't clean it, Daddy will get sick." Then she added, "And under the testicles." "
Under my guidance, Niu carefully completed the cleaning of each part of her body, so gentle and careful, as if she knew not to use force in these areas.
Back in bed, I hugged her, kissed her cheek, and said, 'Niu is such a good girl, Daddy loves you the most. Let me tell you a story, do you want to listen?'
'Yes, yes,' Niu wriggled in my arms and said eagerly.
'Hehe, then listen carefully, once upon a time, there was a lovely girl named Little Red Riding Hood…'
This is the oldest fairy tale, and the oldest fairy tale is also the freshest, the most desirable yet unattainable. While telling Niu the story, I also tried to experience the giant's garden in the fairy tale. I felt very young, as young as Niu in my arms.
I enjoyed Niu's body and shared in her youth. In this intoxicating moment, even those who weren't asleep could drift off to sleep.
The days passed by, the happiness continued, but I didn't forget to start disciplining her: 'It's okay for a girl to play indoors, but you're not allowed to run wild outside. You have to behave yourself, or I'll send you back.'" "
This kind of upbringing is common in every household, and my daughter has certainly received it at home as well. However, I'm afraid a twelve-year-old girl can easily become arrogant and overconfident. If she were to show affection in public one day, it would be disastrous. Therefore, during the day, I either avoid her at work, or when we do meet, I try not to smile and often find fault with her, scolding and yelling at her. This serves three purposes: first, to remind her of
my place; second, to establish necessary authority to prevent her from becoming spoiled; and third, to keep her somewhat restrained during the day so she'll look forward to her freedom at night. Before, my daughter lived in constant fear and anxiety at home. Now, she has rediscovered the love she had lost, even though this love may have some ulterior motives. Her suppressed childlike heart has been greatly released. She still trembles at my strictness during the day, but is overjoyed by my leniency at night.
She still remembers the Zhizhi I mentioned that day and often asks me, "When will you let my sister come?" as if I'm certain I'll bring Zhizhi over. I know that no matter how happy I make her, it can't replace a playmate her own age. Plus, Niu is alone in the shop all day and can't go out, so she must feel even more lonely. It might not be as enjoyable as her gathering firewood and herding cattle at home. But I don't want to hire someone now. Hiring someone means "business is even better," and maybe then people won't just be envious verbally, but will be sabotaging me behind my back. Besides, if someone comes, they'll most likely stay here, and then how will my "game" with Niu proceed? I can't just savor a delicious treat, chew it a couple of times, and then spit it out. "
These past few days, all my thoughts have been on Niu. Now, things have turned out as I expected. Although I still have many fantasies, I'm not as impatient as before. It's time to consider other things. Although fucking is intoxicating and satisfying, you can't eat it or wear it."

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