Dwarf Man Rapes Village Woman

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??????June was scorching hot. The dwarf carried baskets along the rugged mountain path, sometimes uphill, sometimes downhill, the path zigzagging left and right, sometimes barely a dozen meters ahead. Suddenly, around a bend, the path would disappear into the wild grass on either side. But no need to worry, as long as you continued forward, the path would naturally reappear a few meters ahead, only to vanish again into the grass, leaving you with only a dozen meters of space in between. On both sides of the path were pine trees of varying sizes, scattered haphazardly, sometimes clustered in groups of three or five, sometimes standing alone, each enjoying its own space. However, the mountain path was generally hidden in the shade of the trees. Even at midday, sunlight could only filter through the gaps in the leaves, like golden lines falling into the grass, creating dappled light, softening the scorching heat considerably. Since leaving Aoshan Village, the dwarf had spent more than ten days there, visiting seven or eight villages of varying sizes. Business continued as usual; after all, it was all small stuff like needles and thread, and even if someone had money, they wouldn't buy everything in your basket. Now, just over this mountain, they could see the village at its foot. This village, called Kutou, was a large village, spanning several miles. Based on past experience, business here was good, and they would stay overnight, as it would take at least half a day to reach another village. The village was situated between two mountains, but not at the bottom of a valley, because at the bottom was a large reservoir. The reservoir meandered, connecting the valleys of six or seven mountains into one vast expanse. The village was at the source of the reservoir, hence the name Kutou (meaning "reservoir head," not "underwear"). As the saying goes, those who live near mountains live off the mountains, and those who live near water live off the water; Kutou Village benefited from both. The mountain is covered with fields and forests, and every year many carp can be caught from the reservoir. Therefore, the villagers are much more prosperous than those in nearby villages; it is truly a beautiful and affluent place. When the dwarf climbed to the top of the mountain, he looked down and saw a vast expanse of mirror-like water, shimmering white in the sunlight. Along the reservoir, along the mountainside, stood a row of neat houses. Even with his eyes closed, the dwarf could imagine that the houses all had stone foundations, rammed earth walls, wooden pillars, beams, wooden floors, and rafters. The houses all faced the same direction: backed by the mountain, facing the reservoir. A two-meter-wide stone path ran from one end of the village to the other. Along the path was a row of hedge trees, different species, yet forming a tight fence, so even if a child walked by, there was no need to worry about them falling into the reservoir. However, the houses were most concentrated not by the reservoir, but in a bend at the foot of a mountain. There, a large flat area provided ideal for building, so houses were built one after another, courtyard after courtyard, totaling over two hundred houses. The village housed seven or eight hundred people, men, women, and children. It was a bustling village. If you were there, you would surely see scenes like this: in the early morning, some villagers carried hoes out, some carried manure to the fields, some carried ropes up the mountain, women carried baskets of clothes to the reservoir to wash clothes and sheets, and children carried coarse cloth satchels to school. Around noon, the uncle carrying a hoe took off his old Zhongshan suit and hung it on the wooden handle of the hoe. He wore a white vest with a hole in the armpit, strung a bundle of straw on the hoe, and walked laboriously down the ridge with a hunched back. The uncle carrying manure was now more relaxed, holding a manure scoop as tall as a person, his trouser legs rolled up to his knees, his shoes either left on the ground or in the manure bucket. He was barefoot, carrying an empty manure bucket, and swaying as he came from the village entrance. The older brothers who were chopping firewood were now carrying two bundles of firewood on shoulder poles, hurrying down from the mountain. Perhaps the firewood was a bit heavy, as it weighed down his back and made his neck tilt to one side... Day after day, time seemed to have no end. Oh, right, time has no end. I mean every day, every year, even a generation repeating the life of the previous generation. If you are someone who is eager for change, you will definitely feel that this place is a prison, imprisoning everyone's thinking and unable to stir up any ripples of change; but if you are a person who is content with what you have, then this place is a paradise, without any disturbances, where people live a simple life but are completely unaware of it, working hard all day long but chatting and laughing leisurely. (Writing this reminds me of something. Not long ago, a female classmate who had been living abroad for many years and whom I hadn't heard from in a while suddenly posted a set of photos of her rural hometown in China in our classmate group chat. The house had stone walls, a tiled roof, and a wooden door. The village roads were paved with bluestone, the corners of the walls were covered with green moss, and thick ivy covered the windows. Cows grazed leisurely on the grass in front of the house, a yellow dog chased butterflies nearby, and a hen led a brood of chicks searching for insects in the straw pile by the house. My classmate commented that she had left home at a young age to work herself to the bone for a better life, but in the end, she suddenly realized that the carefree and peaceful life here was the lifestyle she longed for most. To be honest, when I saw the message, I was also deeply moved and had a strong urge to retreat to the countryside.) The illusions of garden life. But upon calming down and thinking about it, even if I were to return now, the path I'd walked wouldn't be in vain, and all the previous struggles wouldn't have been futile. Because without experiencing the dazzling lights and deceit of the outside world, one won't appreciate the value of the ordinary; without abusing one's body, one won't understand the importance of health. This isn't to say my classmate was being unreasonable, but rather that's human nature. We only realize the value of something when it's irretrievably lost—this applies to health, life, and love. The dwarf stood atop the highest mountain, the mountain breeze blowing through the trees and cooling his sweaty body, a feeling of indescribable comfort. "If only there were a big bed to lie on, and a big bowl of cool tea," the dwarf thought. But obviously, this was just wishful thinking. In this wild mountain forest, besides woodcutters and passersby, it was already a good day; there wouldn't be anything like that. "Hmm? Woodcutter, there seems to be some fresh firewood left on the ground. It seems someone really did chop firewood around here before," the dwarf thought. The surrounding mountains and forests belong to the people of Kutou Village, so those cutting firewood here must also be villagers from Kutou. "Whatever," the dwarf thought haphazardly. "Let him cut his firewood, I'll go my way." After resting for a while, he picked up his load again and headed down the mountain towards Kutou Village. The distance from the mountaintop to the village wasn't far; from the top, you could see cattle crossing the road in the middle of the village. A young man walking empty-handed would arrive in about twenty minutes; but carrying a heavy load, it would take at least forty minutes. There's a saying, "Going up the mountain is easy, going down is hard," which describes carrying a heavy load downhill. You not only have to watch your step, but also maintain your balance, otherwise, rushing forward too fast will easily cause you to fall. If you include resting along the way, forty minutes would be considered fast. Fortunately, the downhill path wasn't like the uphill one; both sides were terraced fields without large trees, and you could see all the uphill paths from above. This way, no matter where you go, you can simply look up to calculate how far you've walked and how much further you need to go. About two hundred meters from the mountaintop, by the roadside, there's a huge rock, and beneath it flows a clear spring. The spring isn't large, but strangely, during severe droughts when the mountain streams dry up, this spring never stops flowing. And during heavy rains, the spring water neither increases nor becomes murky. The spring is so magical that the people of Kutou Village named it the Divine Spring and carved their name on the rock. The gurgling water of the Divine Spring not only benefits passersby but also irrigates a patch of farmland. The land above it, once dry, became paddy fields. Furthermore, to provide a place for travelers to rest, the villagers built a small pavilion nearby using mountain stones. Every time the dwarf passes by, he unloads his load, rests for a while, drinks some spring water, and refills his water bottle. This time was no exception. Seeing the pavilion in the distance, he held his breath and hurried towards it. Unlike before, this time he encountered a man and a woman engaged in a physical fight in the pavilion. Let's first tell you who these two were. The woman's surname was Chen, her given name unknown, but everyone who knew her called her Ajiao. She was a villager from Kutou Village, with two older sisters, one older brother, two younger brothers, and one younger sister. Her sisters and brother were already married, and according to the rural custom of marrying from oldest to youngest, it should be Ajiao's turn to get married next. Ajiao was not only tall and slender but also incredibly capable at farm work; she could chop wood, plow fields, and did everything, even carrying heavy loads as well as a young man. However, she had one flaw: she was too fiery. She frequently argued with her neighbors in the village, having quarreled with the old, the young, the men, and the women over the years. The reasons for their arguments were varied: over irrigation water, over oxen eating crops, over carrying manure past her doorstep… Logically, how could Ajiao, a woman of marriageable age, be arguing with others? If it were truly necessary, it should have been her parents who stepped in to argue with the other person. But the reality is so strange. Gillian said her parents were too old and lacked the strength to argue back, so she, being young, insisted on standing up for them even though the argument was initiated by them. She was spitting as she argued, rolling up her sleeves, clapping her hands, and sometimes even turning her back to the person.She patted her butt. What was she cursing? She picked out the ugliest things to say. If the other person was a woman, she'd say things like, "Your pussy's been fucked to pieces by men, you've gone crazy, haven't you?" "Do you go out and cheat on your husbands every night, and think you're the boss now?" "Does your family cook with your own pussy water? No wonder everyone's like that!" If the other person was a man, Ah Jiao would say something different: "Why are you so angry? Can't your dick find a wife's pussy?" "You're really something, cheering on your wife while she's being fucked so the whole village can hear you!" "Fuck me? Fine, I'm just afraid your dick is too small to fit my hole!"...

Qiulan understood immediately. She lifted her buttocks and pulled out the penis, but halfway out, she sat down again, letting it plunge back in deeply. She could feel the lingering attachment and reluctance as it withdrew, yet she also felt a distinct ache and numbness in her calves, especially her calves.

The dwarf seemed to read her mind. He reached out and laid her down on the mat to his right, simultaneously mounting her. Thus, without complete separation, they completed a top-down reversal. The dwarf spread his hands, supporting himself on either side of the woman's body, kneeling on the mat, and began to thrust actively. At first, Qiulan's legs were relaxed and spread apart, as if trying to accommodate the penis. But as the dwarf's penis thrust in and out dozens of times, the increasing pleasure made her unable to remain relaxed any longer. Her legs involuntarily twisted and squeezed together, as if trying to break the penis at its base and keep it inside her forever. The dwarf knew the woman was aroused, but he remained unhurried, methodically and rhythmically performing his piston-like movements. This

... this is the difference between an older man and a young man. Older men generally don't have the stamina of younger men, unlike younger men who, upon seeing a woman's body, instantly become erect, eager to immediately pull down her pants, charge in, and thrust in dozens of times before finishing. In less than three minutes, they can regroup. An older man's age means he can't compete with a young man's stamina, but he has unique experience and knows how to please the woman beneath him. He can detect what she needs from her every move. At this moment, the dwarf knew that Qiulan had a deep attachment and desire for his penis, but she was still some distance from truly experiencing ecstasy. To put it simply, when a penis enters a vagina, does the woman feel pleasure? Yes, but is that an orgasm? No! A woman's orgasm is a culmination of numerous pleasurable experiences, built up from previous ones. If a woman's orgasm is like jumping from a high platform into a swimming pool, then the preceding caresses, kisses, and prolonged thrusting are what help her reach that platform. Since this was Qiulan's first time being truly penetrated by a man, she had no idea how to maximize her pleasure. Therefore, she let the dwarf manipulate her as he pleased, enjoying the sexual bliss as she pleased. Qiulan offered no suggestions, so the dwarf simply proceeded at his own pace, gradually and unhurriedly cultivating her body. Even speed, varying paces, three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one…

But regardless of the method, Qiulan experienced new stimulation and enjoyment. Her vagina was like uncultivated wasteland; whether the dwarf thrust rapidly or passionately, it was all part of cultivating this wild land of a woman. Qiulan gladly accepted the pleasure the dwarf brought her, stopping at a steady pace; stopping at varying speeds; stopping with three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one; stopping with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. She found that not only was her vaginal opening completely filled, but her heart was also overflowing with pleasure to the point of near ecstasy. She didn't cry out, because she felt ashamed to utter obscene words to a man who wasn't her, even one she was making love to. So she tried her best to clench her teeth and suppress her lewd sounds. However, the dwarf on top showed no sign of stopping. This wasn't because he was made of iron or bronze, but because he knew some sexual techniques and knew how to conserve his energy during sex so that he would still have the strength to thrust at the crucial moment. Finally, with the dwarf's usual inertial piston-like movements, Qiulan could no longer hold back. She began to moan with each deep thrust, and after a few more, she started to cry out loudly. The dwarf knew the woman beneath him was nearing climax, so he subtly increased the speed of his thrusting. Just as he was pumping in and out seventy or eighty times, Qiulan finally couldn't hold back any longer. She screamed, not caring if anyone could hear her, frantically grabbing the dwarf's back and repeatedly thrusting her vagina upwards to meet his thrusts. "Ah..." With a scream, her vagina suddenly spasmed involuntarily, contracting powerfully, and her whole body trembled. She urinated—not actually urinating, of course, but the accumulated vaginal fluid gushing out like a burst dam, spurting out in trembling arcs, high and low, for about six or seven times before stopping. It was clear how much vaginal fluid this woman had accumulated that should have been expelled long ago; it showed how pitiful and pathetic this woman, married for three years, truly was. Oh, I forgot to tell you, after Qiulan reached her climax, the dwarf also went all out, no longer holding back, and soon he too came, his hot, thick semen shooting into Qiulan's womb, making her tremble uncontrollably several times.

The next morning, the dwarf got up early as usual. Although the previous night's fierce battle had taken its toll, and his seminal reserves were somewhat depleted, he wasn't so tired that he couldn't get up the next morning, because, as mentioned before, he was far more skilled than the average person in that area. He got up early because he wanted to take advantage of the cooler sun to carry his goods to several more villages. Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, Songgen stopped him. "Sir, you don't need to get up so early, do you?!" Songgen said. "I'm used to it. I have to go early to sell my goods, otherwise it will get very hot when the sun comes out," the dwarf replied. "No need, sir. Just rest here for a few days. I'll cover any losses. I'll have her come over to chat with you later." Song Gen was worried that he might not succeed the first time, so he decided to try several times to increase his chances. The dwarf stayed at Song Gen's house for four whole days before finally going out again with his load. For two of those days, he fought day and night. Whenever he could rest and get an erection, he would try to penetrate Qiu Lan's vagina, thrusting and ejaculating. He wanted to help as much as possible since he had promised. By the second night, the dwarf's legs were too weak to even walk. Song Gen then stopped urging him and served him food and drink at every meal. The dwarf rested at Song Gen's house for two days before recovering. To be honest, the dwarf only entered Songgen's family for a meal. If getting a virgin out of nowhere is a good thing, it's not because the dwarf was calculating. Besides, for a man in his fifties, each encounter is one less thing to worry about, unless he meets a truly captivating goddess. Otherwise, there's really a (nothing special) feeling. It's just fate that brought together several people who were completely unrelated into this story. The dwarf is on his way again. As for whether Qiulan is pregnant or not, let's not dwell on that. From our perspective, it's best if she is, otherwise, all the sperm the dwarf contributed would be for nothing. Otherwise, Songgen's daring only results in his daughter-in-law getting a couple of days of pleasure, and then he'll have to shamelessly beg others to sleep with her afterwards?

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