The taste of small free-range chickens

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In late autumn and early winter, my wife went to a conference in the south, leaving me alone at home, feeling quite bored.
One day, after dinner, I went bowling; returning home late at night, I passed a small market when I suddenly heard someone calling to me

from the roadside , "Brother, can you do me a favor?" I stopped to look.

I saw a thinly dressed woman by the roadside, carrying a small bag, her frail figure

shivering .

"What is it?" I turned around and asked her.

"Brother, I came here to work, but I haven't been able to find any work for several days. I really have nowhere to go today.

Could me stay for a day? Just 20 or 30 yuan will do." Her tired eyes looked at me pitifully.

I knew in my heart that this was another working girl forced into prostitution by circumstances. Looking at her thin

but still pretty figure, I couldn't help but think of the saying, "Riding a fat horse, fucking a thin cunt," and a desire for

prostitution My wife wasn't home, and I was bored. Trying out a "free-range chicken" would be a

novelty, to see what was so different about them!

My already strong libido, coupled with a bit of curiosity, made me unable to resist wanting to possess this

"country girl" before me (that was my decision).

"Okay, then you can stay at my place for a day," I replied. She perked up and silently followed

behind me.

I figured she hadn't eaten, so I took her to a roadside food stall and bought her

some steamed buns and wontons. I also bought some snacks to go with her drinks and a toothbrush from a small shop. Seeing that she was full, I took her to a taxi,

deliberately having the driver drive around in circles before finally bringing her home.

In the bathroom, I turned on the water heater, adjusted the temperature, showed her how to dry her hair with the hairdryer, and told her

to brush her teeth. Then I went back to the living room, changed into a bathrobe, poured myself a glass of male silkworm moth wine, sat on the sofa, and

slowly sipped it with the snacks until she finished showering.

After a long while, she emerged from the bathroom barefoot, wearing only a bra and panties, carrying neatly folded clothes. She carefully

placed the clothes on a chair, sat down to trim her hands and toenails, and then stood up and came over, timidly

standing beside me.

I reached out and pinched the inside of her thigh, then slipped my hand between her legs, cupped her

buttocks , and pulled her towards me. She stumbled and fell into my arms. Holding her slender body with my left arm, I

lowered my head and kissed her lips, while my right hand slipped inside her underwear to rub her vulva. Her body trembled

slightly , her legs naturally parted, one foot awkwardly kicking against mine, her tongue lightly licking my

nose.

Sparse pubic hair, but her labia were full; my penis was already swollen and erect, even though I was only wearing a bathrobe.

A surge of desire welled up inside me, and I stood up, still holding her lips, scratching her vulva, half-dragging, half-

carrying her into the bedroom.

I ripped off the bedspread, threw her onto the bed, and quickly stripped off her bra and panties. I aimed my rather

thick penis at her vulva and thrust it in hard. I felt that her vagina was a little dry. At this moment,

she hurriedly spread her legs and curled up, her body trembling slightly, letting out low moans of "ah, ah,"

her eyes looking at me pitifully, tears streaming down her face, sobbing silently.

At this moment, I had no mercy for her. I grabbed her firm breasts with both hands, arched my back, and thrust repeatedly

until I finally inserted my thick penis all the way into her vagina . I

forcefully thrust in and out of her still dry vagina, sometimes shallow and sometimes deep.

Unexpectedly, she had good stamina. She wrapped her legs behind me as far as possible,

enduring and letting me vent my desire on her. The novelty excited me, and the orgasm came quickly

. After thrusting in her dry vagina for about ten minutes, my penis spasmed and released my semen

into her uterus like a high-pressure water jet.

I rolled off her and lay down on the edge of the bed. She sat up, one hand covering her vulva, the other reaching for the underwear I

'd tossed on the bedside table. I blocked her hand with my leg and tossed her a pack of tissues. "Use this to wipe," I said. She

whispered , "Thank you."

After wiping away the semen that had seeped from her vulva, she knelt beside me on the bed and gently wiped my

penis with the tissues.

I lay there, observing her. Although thin, her breasts were quite full, with slightly protruding, rosy nipples. Her hands looked

like they been through farm work; her small feet, however, were slender and graceful. She looked to be around 20 years old, her body still

carrying the scent of youth from her recent shower.

Still not satisfied, I pulled her close, kissed her lips, sucked on her tongue, and

squeezed her breasts with both hands, my fingers constantly pinching and teasing her nipples. Soon, her breasts began to swell, and her

nipples became erect.

I turned around, rested my head on her thigh, placed one leg on her breast, and used one hand to pull back the foreskin above her labia

, my fingers teasing her clitoris. With my other hand, I inserted my middle and index fingers into her vagina, thrusting them in and out. (Her

vagina was rougher than my wife's.) Although her clitoris was not large, it gradually protruded under my touch, slowly turning

a rosy color.

Gradually, her breathing became rapid, and a slow flow of vaginal fluid seeped from her vagina. She occasionally twisted her body slightly,

her legs supporting her waist and buttocks as they trembled and arched upwards. She let out

soft moans of "mmm" and "oh" that she couldn't suppress.

I sat up, letting her sit facing me against the headboard. I held one of her slender feet

in my hands, playing with it, and then extended it towards her vulva, teasing her labia with my toes. She glanced at me, then

carefully extended her foot as well, moving it around my penis, occasionally scratching the base of it with her toes,

rubbing my pubic hair and shaft.

Before long, my penis was erect again, glans gleaming. I got up and stood by the bed, gesturing for her to come over

. She got up and came over, looking at my penis in surprise. I had her put her arms around my neck, lifted her legs, and aimed my penis at her vagina, then thrust it in with a "plop." 　　As I thrust in and out, she wrapped her legs around my back, her body trembling with each movement. Her eyes were fixed on me passionately , one hand cupping her swollen breasts, and she tried to bring her erect nipples to my mouth, panting heavily and letting out soft moans. 　　After a while, a stream of hot, sticky vaginal fluid flowed from her vagina, down her vaginal canal, and onto my penis, hair, and scrotum.

Her climax had arrived, and I was a little tired too. I calmed myself down, and a moment later, my climax came. Amidst

her soft moans, the semen in my penis erupted like a volcanic eruption into her uterus.

I put her down, and she quickly covered her vulva with her hand, slightly bending her waist and legs, and followed me unsteadily into

the bathroom. As soon as she entered, she squatted on the toilet, letting the semen flow out of her vulva. Then, she applied

shower gel and carefully rinsed me clean before washing her vulva.

After leaving the bathroom, I went to make coffee, and she unsteadily returned to the bedroom. She said she didn't drink coffee, so I

heated up a cup of coffee for her in the microwave. Upon entering the bedroom, I saw her lying naked on the bed. She took a few sips of

Lulu's drink and then set it aside.

I lay down, stretched, and turned to adjust the air conditioner. I felt her

rubbing my calves with her toes. I turned back, stretched out my arm, and she rested her head on my shoulder, snuggling into my arms.

After a while, she stretched out one leg, clamping my left thigh between her legs, and grabbed my

penis , murmuring, "Big brother, you're really something! I can serve you well too!"

I thought to myself, 'I've only fucked you twice, and you're already saying I'm something? This is just the beginning!'

Looking at the naked "country girl" lying in my arms, I wasn't sleepy at all after drinking the coffee. I thought to myself,

I won't stop until I've fucked her enough tonight. A prostitute's job is to provide release; as long as I can satisfy her, I don't care

what happens to her.

My wife's health isn't good, and to take care of her, I've controlled my sexual desires all these years. She

simply can't satisfy my pent-up sexual needs, which is driving me crazy!

Thinking about this, I reached out and pulled the "country bumpkin" who had just closed her eyes into my arms, positioning her mouth against my

penis . I extended my already hard penis, and she opened her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally opened her mouth

, taking my penis in and out, clumsily swallowing and sucking. Meanwhile, I rested my head on her thighs, rubbing

her clitoris with both hands and penetrating her vagina.

As I watched her juices slowly flow from her vagina, I inserted my fingers and

moved them back and forth inside. Her body trembled, and she let out muffled moans from her mouth, which was filled with my penis.

Suddenly, she shuddered violently, let out a "uh," scrambled up, covered her mouth, and ran into the bathroom,

vomiting several times. She came back, picked up Lulu from the bedside table to rinse her mouth, and returned with a pained expression. She

said to me, "Brother, your penis is too long, it's practically down my throat."

Seeing her like this, I abandoned the idea of having her perform oral sex. I then had her lie face down on the edge of the bed with her buttocks sticking out,

her hands supporting her weight. I took two condoms from the bedside table, put them on my penis, and forcefully

thrust my hard penis into her anus.

"Ouch!" she actually cried out; her legs bent, and she knelt on the mattress. I pulled her up, straightened her back

, and continued thrusting.

"Ouch, big brother, please don't fuck my ass! It hurts! Who fucks their ass like that!" she

cried .

What a "country bumpkin"! Ignoring her cries, I continued thrusting my cock in and out, while simultaneously

kneading her thighs hard. Her moans excited me immensely. After a long while, amidst the violent contractions

and spasms , my cock finally ejaculated with a "hissing" sound.

I released her legs, and she collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down her face. I went into the bathroom,

took off my condom, and saw some blood on it; it seemed I had really hurt her.

After washing myself and my hands, I returned to the bedroom and found her lying pitifully on the bed, a tissue tucked between her anus and a wall. I

lay down beside her, and she slowly turned over, stretching out her body. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest,

pleading, "Big brother, please don't fuck my ass anymore, okay?"

I nodded expressionlessly, and she leaned forward, nestling into my arms in a pleading manner.

Lying on the bed, holding her "turkey" in my arms, I still felt unsatisfied. After resting for a while, I started fucking her again.

By the time I finished fucking her five times using the traditional method, it was already dawn. We were both exhausted. I

lay on top of her, still naked and completely worn out, on the bed; my hands clutching her breasts, I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, it was almost dusk. She was awake, but still obediently let me lie on top of her without moving.

After getting up, we went into the bathroom and showered for a while. I pulled her into a chair in the living room, my hard penises

thrusting into her already burning, throbbing cunt.

A flurry of frenzied thrusting, accompanied by her soft moans, I ejaculated another stream of hot semen

into her.

Before leaving, I gave her 100 yuan. I took her to a buffet restaurant for dinner. As we parted,

she asked me wistfully, "Brother, will we ever see each other again?"

I replied, "We'll see."

Watching her drag her legs, weakened by a night of being fucked, into the pitch-black night

, I realized my own legs were weak too.

Dude, wildflowers have a different flavor than cultivated ones; "free-range chickens" have a unique charm.

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