【Insatiable Desire - Young Woman Fangfang】(02) 【Author: Chaoqing Muxue】

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Author: Chao Qing Mu Xue
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【Insatiable Desire - Young Woman Fangfang】
"What does it taste like?" Guo Zichuan asked me with his head down.
"The taste I like," he replied softly, spitting out his hard, veiny penis.
"It's the end of the year, and I always want to buy you something, but I'm afraid you won't like it. Otherwise, I'll give you ten thousand in cash
, and you can buy whatever you like yourself."
"Hmm," I replied. After answering, I squeezed his penis tightly with my mouth even harder, moving
my head back and forth rapidly. Due to the gap between my saliva and mouth, the sound of a kitten licking paste suddenly rang out. I wished I could
bite this lump of flesh off him. A tingling, itchy sensation surged through my vagina!
"I can't take it anymore, put it in!" Without waiting for his reply, I stood up, turned around, and pulled down my outer pants, long
underwear, and underwear all at once to my knees. I braced myself against the door, presenting my plump, white buttocks to him
.
Guo Zichuan didn't hesitate at all. He guided his short, hard penis to my wet vaginal opening,
rubbed it up and down for a while, and then thrust it in. Each thrust was forceful, and each withdrawal pulled the glans out of
my vaginal opening. Even his little belly seemed to ripple with each impact. Ah, so good! It feels
so good to have this thing inside me. My whole body, from my toes to my back, was tingling and numb.
"I'm going to shoot.
" "Inside or outside? I've got an IUD anyway, whichever you want?"
"Outside, I guess. There's nothing to clean in this office, and I don't want it to smell everywhere."
"Hmm, hurry up, I'm about to come, just a little longer."
"I can't hold back anymore, hurry!" Guo Zichuan pulled out quickly, and I immediately turned around and squatted down between his legs
. Waves of fresh heat sprayed into my mouth, mixed with my own fluids.
Even a lychee just picked from a tree couldn't compare! Until his penis stopped pulsating, I still kept it in my mouth, savoring
it, feeling its entire process from its grotesque appearance to its shrinking. Strangely enough, making it grow from small to large, and then feeling it shrink back
down, always gives me an indescribable sense of accomplishment and honor. I remember how it always acted like
Sun Wukong's penis under my teasing, doing whatever I wanted.
I never waste a single drop of semen that gets into my mouth. I even
clean up the water stains on the base of my penis. We say money should be safely in your pocket, so wouldn't you call that thrift? Peace of mind?
Guo Zichuan didn't even bother wiping; he simply put his penis back in his pants and used a piece of paper to wipe
the water stains on his pants—I don't know if it was me or him.
"I'm leaving. I'll be back Monday afternoon. Be good at home, okay?"
"I'm always good, okay? But do you still have any to report back to your wife?"
"Good my foot! I couldn't control you before, but now I think it's necessary to settle down." He
picked up his bag from the sofa, pulled out a wad of cash—it must have been prepared beforehand, the bank seals on the money
were still on.
"Thanks, boss. Come again sometime!" His joke made us both laugh. He pinched my cheek
, then left without looking back.
I need to stay in the office for a while. At least I don't think I look suitable for being on the street right now
, much less for going home. It's strange, but I simply enjoy the process of sex. I rarely experience orgasms
. As long as there's something alive inside me, I feel fulfilled and
hopeful; grounded and content.
Emptiness
isn't just spiritual; the body can also feel empty. Spiritual emptiness makes one lose faith and
enthusiasm for life, while physical emptiness leaves one anxious and lost.
Since sucking my father's penis, my desires haven't been satisfied; instead, I've grown increasingly craving
a more real, more fulfilling experience. This kind of emotion makes it difficult to concentrate on my studies and leaves me
listless in life. Every day, I either stare at my teacher's crotch or my male classmates
' crotches, imagining what they look like—how soft they are when soft, how firm they are when hard.
I even wonder if they all smell the same? Gardenia? Or chestnut?
Behind the village are hills of varying sizes, covered with camellia trees. Every flowering season, the village
children would search among the weeds for a hollow, reed-like plant, then break it off and suck
the juice from the wild camellia blossoms. The sweetness was like a spring breeze, or summer well water—sweet and refreshing.
In a valley surrounded by several small hills, we liked to call it a mountain hollow. In the middle was a pond, its
dam built during a major water conservancy project in the 1950s. The water source mainly consisted of natural rainwater and
springs from the foot of the mountain. The water was clear, transparent, and cool. In summer, you could often see nearby villagers, shirtless, soaking in this
clear water. Next to the pond were vegetable gardens and melon fields, mainly watermelons, followed by cantaloupes!
After the middle school entrance exam, my grades weren't very good, and I didn't get into the county's top high school. However, I wasn't too worried
because, through my parents' connections, I had already received an acceptance letter from a vocational art school, so I didn't feel
any pressure. Most of my classmates and friends went to their grandparents' and other relatives' homes for summer vacation, while the adults were busy with
the double-cropping rice in the fields. The afternoon sun was still quite scorching, making it muggy, much like a sauna these days.
Even the fan at home felt hot. I thought of the camellia flowers on the back hill and the large camphor trees by the pond,
especially the cool breeze under the trees. I was only wearing athletic shorts, a white printed tank top, and pink-edged black
rubber-soled flip-flops when I headed towards the back hill. I picked a hollow plant stem and searched for nectar-laden camellia
flowers as I walked towards the pond. In the lush green camellia forest, my slender legs and arms were dazzling in the sunlight, and
my newly developing breasts, unrestrained by a bra, felt cool and pleasant from the friction of my printed tank top.
As I
approached the pond, a cow's moo made me slow down. Emerging from the camellia grove near the pond
, the scene before me left me speechless and shocked.
A lean old man, shirtless, pulled
a thick, black penis from the side of a pair of wide, tattered trousers. The glans was translucent and purplish-red, with prominent, menacing veins covering
the entire penis. Beneath him lay a cow by the pond, snorting loudly at the water's surface.
A calf nearby chewed on grass by the water's edge.
The lean old man rubbed his vulva against the cow's. Whether it was due to the difference in their sizes or some other
intention, he suddenly squatted down into the water, his lower body disappearing above the surface. A sense of disappointment washed over me.
The young old man only surfaced briefly before leaning his face against the cow's rump.
Actually, if you don't look closely, it's hard to tell whether what's under the cow's tail is its rump or its vulva. Only when
the old man touched the skin covered in cow hair and wrinkles, and then turned the cow's vulva open, did I
discover that inside was a color deeper than pink, lighter than blood, yet still quite alluring. The old man
covered it with his whole palm and rubbed it, even inserting two fingers and moving them back and forth. Finally, he brought his face close and
smelled it. In the afternoon sun, the old man's face, tanned by the sun, turned a purplish hue. And
the ripples on his other arm told me that it was moving too, though I didn't know what it was doing. I thought, probably,
like before, grasping that ugly yet tempting penis! When he stood up, it confirmed my guess
. Just as he was about to bring his penis close to the cow's vulva as before, he looked around
, and finally turned back to look at me behind the camphor tree.
I even forgot to run. When I looked into the old man's eyes, I stood there completely blank, frozen in place.
The old man, on the other hand, pulled down his large, worn-out trousers to cover his erect and swollen penis, squatted back in the water,
and called out, "Fangfang."
Actually, in this small village, everyone knew each other. Almost all the men in the village shared
the same surname, and no matter which family, they were all related in some way. This old
man was no exception. My dad called him Uncle Niu, but he wasn't actually my grandfather's brother.
I didn't know his real name; it was just that in the 1950s, when the production team managed all the cattle, some
called him Brother Niu, some called him Uncle Niu. I usually called him Grandpa Niu! Grandpa Niu wasn't very old, just over fifty
.
Grandpa Niu never married. My dad told me this when he was chatting with people in the village. He said that when he was young
, he was a bad boy who often stole from the production team. Once, the militia commander caught him and chased him up several hills, eventually breaking his leg
. After being caught, he was criticized and struggled against, and finally locked up in the cowshed. That ruined his reputation. Everyone in the surrounding villages
knew he had a bad reputation, and no one dared to marry their daughter to him. Plus, his leg hadn't fully healed, leaving him with a lingering ailment, so
no matchmakers came to his door. Year after year, he remained single. Perhaps because he
was locked up in the cowshed for so long, he became quite skilled at herding cattle, and the cattle obeyed him. No one in the surrounding villages knew how to raise cattle better than him.
"Grandpa Niu, I just came to cool off. I didn't mean to peek at you," I stammered, fidgeting and
tugging at my clothes, my gaze unfocused.
Grandpa Niu didn't respond for a long time, only popping his head above the water. When I focused on his face,
his eyes shone with a shimmering green light, roaming over my face, my small chest, and my long legs.
His prominent Adam's apple bobbed up and down. I wanted to leave, but found my legs had no strength.
I felt like I had been caught doing something wrong, waiting for someone to criticize me. If the adults didn't speak up, I wouldn't dare to leave. Looking back now, I realize that subconsciously
, I also had a curiosity about what a man's penis was that could arouse
a certain desire for closeness and touch. This desolate back mountain valley gave me courage, and
Grandpa Niu, alone, doing something naughty with the cow, gave me an excuse; I think he was also afraid I would tell others, like we both had something on each other
, but neither of us would expose it. It was all just the fulfillment of inner desires.
"It's cool in the water. Come here, sit on the rock, and put your feet in the water," Grandpa Niu said. He picked up
a white, coarse cloth coat from his ox's back and put it on. When he stood up, a large tent was erected in his trousers.
I held onto the thick tree trunk, hesitant, my heart pounding like a rabbit's.
My fingers, gripping the trunk, almost pried the cracked bark off. The erection beneath his trousers looked
like a demon beckoning, or a peddler carrying his wares through the village. The water droplets dripping from his trousers felt like bullets,
shattering my shame and morality. I took Grandpa Niu's outstretched hand and stepped onto the large blue stone by the pond
. I placed my delicate, long, white feet into the cool water.
I dared not speak, only splashing my feet to hide my nervousness and excitement.
In the clear mountain spring water, I could even see the hair floating on Grandpa Niu's trousers, like water plants, or like insects.
"Fangfang, how long have you been here? What did you see Grandpa doing earlier?"
"I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything," I repeated, as if talking to myself, or as if swearing
I wouldn't tell anyone.
"Your dad said you're going to some kind of arts school, where you can learn to sing and dance
?" Grandpa Niu said, squatting down in the water and moving closer to me.
"I don't know what they teach at school. Dad told me to go, so I went."
"A pretty girl like you should go to a school like that. Everyone in the village
knows Fangfang looks just like the goddess in the temple in front of the mountain," Grandpa Niu said, splashing water on my feet
, his fingers intentionally or unintentionally brushing against my instep.
I pulled my foot back as if I'd been electrocuted, and Grandpa Niu stopped all movement as if startled
.
"Fangfang, did you see Grandpa climbing on the cow and playing with its testicles earlier?" Grandpa Cow asked, his face flushed
and his eyes fixed on me
. "Yes," I replied instinctively, nodding in response to Grandpa Cow's slightly aggressive gaze.
"Come on, it's cooler in the water. When you get back, don't tell anyone about this, understand?" Grandpa
said, grabbing my ankle and pulling me into the water again. My toes were almost touching his penis
with just a slight movement.
"I won't tell, I won't tell," I mechanically assured Grandpa Niu, my mind blank, my feet stiff
. I could feel his hand stroking my feet and toes, and I was clearly aware that he was pulling my feet
closer and closer to his penis.
"You like looking at eggs?" Grandpa Niu said, and I could feel my feet touching his
penis through his big shorts.
"Mmm," I responded instinctively, mechanically. At this moment, I had no room for thought
. My eyes and mind were filled with nothing but his penis. Although I had been close to it before and even put it in my
mouth, my nose filled with that smell, it was hard to feel the same way now, because he was completely awake and
doing something that everyone would consider bad. The tension was beyond words
. I wanted to pull back, but it was held tightly, pressed against me. I wanted to feel it with my feet, but I didn't know where
to start, and I dared not move even slightly. I remained stiff, stiff.
Grandpa Niu no longer simply pulled it out from the side as before, but slightly rose and pulled his pants
down to his knees in the water to make himself more comfortable against my feet. At that moment, the cool water felt like a
fire, and the penis against my instep felt like it heated the entire pool. It was like soaking in warm water in winter, and beads of sweat
streamed down my face.
"Do you want to touch it?" Grandpa Niu asked softly, a little breathless.
"Mmm,"
I replied, as if igniting Grandpa Niu's youth. His eyes instantly changed from a greenish gleam to a bright
and spirited look. In that instant, I could even feel the sunshine and rainbow after the rain. He moved himself from the water
to the camphor tree on the bank, sitting on the water plants with his feet dangling in the water, half his body exposed to
the sunlight filtering through the leaves. His penis gleamed and throbbed in the sunlight, as if beckoning to me. Grandpa Niu's eyes, once
bright and sparkling, now held a look of expectation and longing.
I felt like a puppet led by a devil, or a child drawn by candy, and I waded into the pond, step by
step, towards this totem-like penis. I squatted down beside Grandpa Niu, looking at him questioningly. Grandpa Niu
said tremulously, "If you like it, touch it, play with it."
He slowly reached out his hand, my heart pounding as if it would jump out of my mouth. First, I touched the glans with my fingers; it
throbbed even more violently at my touch. Then I pinched the glans with my five fingers, and Grandpa Niu
made a sound from his throat as I manipulated it. Without removing my hand, I looked at Grandpa Niu again, saying nothing, but giving
me what I thought was an encouraging look. Then he gripped it tightly, so tightly.
"So hot, so hard," I murmured softly.
"Move it like this," Grandpa Niu said, moving my hand up and down.
With Grandpa Niu's help, the glans was covered by the foreskin, and then it emerged completely.
When covered, it looked like a sleeping calf; when it emerged, it resembled a snake standing upright—
a snake flicking its tongue, ready to bite. The feeling in my hand was reassuring and delightful, not like a toy, but more like a treasured secret
! The fluid that had overflowed from the glans slid down my fingers. I didn't let go; I even
smeared it back onto the glans. At that moment, Grandpa Niu's hand reached onto my thigh as I squatted.
The feeling of being touched and being touched are completely different. Touching only satisfied
part of my curiosity and desire, while Grandpa Niu's hand on my thigh satisfied another part of his desire. It was like an itch on my back
that I couldn't reach myself, and finally a hand could scratch the itch for me
. The relief reached its peak when the hand moved from my thigh to my buttocks and between my legs. His calloused palm rubbed my thighs, then pinched my buttocks
, and finally slipped between my legs from the side of my athletic shorts.
For the first time, I discovered that I could produce a stream of lustful fluid due to this excitement. Grandpa Niu's fingers easily
found the itchy spot and gently rubbed it up and down. I twisted my hips to
help his fingers reach the part I needed more. I also made some soft moaning sounds.
Grandpa Niu's low growl and the throbbing of his penis in my hand made me instinctively tighten my grip. Gushes of a yellowish
-white liquid gushed out, even reaching above my forehead as I squatted down. The instant I let go, Grandpa
Niu quickly pulled my hand back, and a stronger grip came from my buttocks; I could feel the
pain. One spurt, two spurts, three spurts, four spurts, one after another, some landing on the water plants, some
in the pond. It smelled like snot, like yogurt, like cucumber, like gardenia!
When we left, we didn't say another word, except Grandpa Niu said,
"Fangfang, come to the back hill to cool off if you have time."

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