The Violent Rape of the Wild Gourd (Guaranteed to be something you've never seen before) (Author: Unknown)

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This is a desolate hill, far from any village, covering an area of over three miles. A river branch to the west cuts it off from the village, while the other three sides are all marshland. Normally, a small pontoon bridge spans the river branch, but during the rainy season, the surrounding area becomes a vast expanse of water. During major floods, the pontoon bridge is either submerged or washed away, truly isolating the area from the world. That's the situation now. Ten days of continuous heavy rain have turned this place into an island, and I and the hundred-odd pigs I'm responsible for raising are abandoned on this isolated island.

This was supposedly a 10,000-head pig farm built during the Great Leap Forward, but in reality, it didn't even raise a thousand pigs. By the time of the Cultural Revolution, only a hundred or so remained. It was during this time that I was unlucky enough to be sent down from the city to this pig farm, to keep company with these hundred-odd livestock. Fortunately, a small distillery was also built here, producing liquor for export, and the lees were used as pig feed. There were usually a dozen or so distillery workers here, and I got along well with them. I could drink their liquor as much as I wanted, and I often lied to the production team, saying that one of the pigs was sick and needed to be slaughtered. I'd slaughter one pig, cook and marinate the meat, eat it myself, and give the workers a piece or two to go with their liquor. This year was a year of severe flooding; it rained heavily for a week, and the Xijiang River rose, submerging the pontoon bridge. The distillery had to shut down, leaving only me and the pigs on the barren hill.

That night, the sky cleared, but the floodwaters showed no signs of abating, gurgling and rumbling past the hillside. Listening to the roaring floodwaters outside, I couldn't sleep, worried that the pigsties, soaked by the rain, would collapse, and that the pigs would be swept away. I picked up a flashlight and went outside, only to find the moonlight shining brightly. I walked along the rows of pigsties, until I reached the last one. Below was a gentle slope, and at the bottom of the slope was the riverbank. Relieved that the pigsty was fine, I decided to check the water level at the riverbank and wash off my sweat. Reaching the riverbank, I spotted something white and red hanging from a clump of willow branches, swaying in the current. I shone my flashlight on it and was horrified: Good heavens, it was a person! I rushed over and dragged the person ashore. I tried to give them CPR, but they had stopped breathing. Their clothes were torn to shreds by the torrent, revealing a plump, white body. Instinctively, I touched it, feeling two soft mounds of flesh on their chest. I immediately realized it was a woman. Mustering my courage, I shone my flashlight again and was horrified once more: Good heavens, it was her—Wild Gourd! A surge of hatred and rage welled up inside me. I dragged her towards the water, not caring whether she was dead or alive, I was going to throw her back in, to send this vicious, cruel, lewd woman to feed the turtles in the East China Sea. But when we got to the water's edge, I put her down again. She had hurt me so badly; I couldn't just let her off so easily… The reason I was sent down to this remote village, to live with pigs on this desolate hillside, was all because of Wild Gourd—a year ago, Wild Gourd and I were colleagues in the same unit, both deputy section chiefs in the administrative department. The section chief was labeled a counter-revolutionary for saying something detrimental to the Cultural Revolution, and was dismissed and investigated. I was originally a strong candidate to succeed her, but overnight I became a "rapist," and the one I "raped" was Wild Gourd. To be honest, I really wanted to rape Wild Gourd. Wild Gourd was of mixed race. Her mother worked at the Soviet Experts' Office in the early 1950s and was slept with by a man with a big nose, and later gave birth to Wild Gourd. That's why she was called Wild Gourd, because she had a pair of large, Russian-style breasts, like two large gourds hidden in her bodice. In her teens, her breasts were as large as a breastfeeding woman's, and in her twenties, they became even more shocking. For this, she earned the title of "Number One Breasts in the City." The woman from the wild gourd was also plump, fair-skinned, and fair-skinned with blonde hair and blue eyes. Not only me, but all the men wanted to pin her down on the bed, strip her clothes off, and frantically gnaw on her large breasts and brutally fuck her fat cunt. It's said that because of her large breasts, she was indeed raped several times. She was first raped when she was a teenager by her adoptive father, hence the name "adoptive father" because when she was born, her father was always unhappy knowing the child wasn't his own, but a foreigner's. When she grew to her teens, she was already as voluptuous as a young woman. One night, while her mother was out, her adoptive father sneaked into her room, was the first to bite her large breasts, the first to insert his penis into her plump cunt, and the first to ejaculate into her uterus. After we started working together, I also had designs on her, but I had the desire but not the courage. My house and her house are in adjacent buildings. In the summer, she would only wear a tank top and move around on the balcony. I would look at her through the window with binoculars. As soon as I saw her big breasts that swayed like two small mountains, my penis would get hard instantly. I would hold the binoculars in one hand to look at her big breasts, and use the other hand to masturbate. Once, she actually lifted her vest and breastfed her baby on the balcony. Her snow-white, plump breasts were bigger than the baby's head. Watching the baby suckle at her nipple, I imagined what it would feel like if I bit that nipple, what it would taste like if that sweet milk sprayed into my throat. I watched and thought through gritted teeth. The baby was full before finishing one breast, while Wild Gourd's other breast was swollen with milk. She rubbed it painfully with her hand. Then she took a bowl, grabbed the nipple and squeezed it into the bowl. Thick white milk gushed out of the nipple like a cow, like a fountain, and not just one stream, but several. My God, isn't this a waste? If only I could eat it, if only I could drink it, if only I could bite that big breast and suck it dry in one go. Thinking like this, before I could even touch my penis, my semen gushed out on its own. I often dreamt of making love with her. Sometimes it was quite pleasurable, but more often than not, I would ejaculate before penetration, even before I could penetrate her, just as I touched her breasts or placed my penis near her labia. I would wake up filled with regret and resentment. But it was just a fantasy, just a dream. I was, after all, a decent man; how could I possibly disregard my reputation and actually rape her?

Perhaps Wild Gourd sensed my inappropriate thoughts about her, or perhaps she was confident I would fall into her trap. One night, while my superiors were assessing my qualifications for the position of section chief, Wild Gourd called me from downstairs, saying her main electrical switch was malfunctioning and asking me to come and take a look. I went. Her house was pitch black; I couldn't see the circuit on the main switch, so I asked her to bring a flashlight. Suddenly, she grabbed me, her two large, soft breasts kneading my chest forcefully, her soft lips pressing against mine, and a wet tongue slipping into my mouth. I was immediately stunned, unable to breathe. But then I got excited. I pushed her away a little, lifted her clothes, and bit down on one of the large nipples I'd been dreaming of. With a strong suck, sweet, salty, and hot milk hissed and sprayed into my throat. I swallowed it in big gulps, almost in disbelief. Wild Gourd kissed my hair and used one hand to lift her breast and stuff it into my mouth. My penis was rock hard. I couldn't wait to grab her and carry her into the house. Once inside, I pushed her down onto the bed, pulled down my pants first, and then frantically started to undress her. Just as I was on top of her, biting down on one of her large nipples again, preparing to insert my hard penis into her big, fat vagina, the door suddenly opened, the lights came on, and two street militiamen appeared in front of me, shouting sternly, "Well done!..." I hurriedly got up and pulled up my pants. Wild Gourd, however, burst into tears. Two militiamen asked me, "What happened to you?" I stammered and couldn't give a coherent answer. The militiamen then asked Wild Gourd. Wild Gourd cried and said, "I asked him to help me check the power switch, but I didn't expect him... he just..." He burst into tears again before he could finish. I was stunned and tried to explain, but the two militiamen said, "Don't talk nonsense, come with us to the police station!" The two men twisted my arm behind my back and pushed me out. What happened next was simple. I had no way to explain myself, so I was convicted of rape. They were going to send me to prison, but thanks to the intervention of several senior colleagues from my workplace, and the authorities also felt there were reasons for the crime, and since Wild Gourd was already a notorious womanizer, they were lenient with me. I was sent down to this deserted island as a pig farmer.

No sooner had I been sent down than Wild Gourd took over as section chief. The suffering I later endured made me hate Wild Gourd even more. Think about it: a person far from home, without any relatives or friends, and I was a strong, vibrant young man in my early twenties, full of youthful passion, my sexual hunger driving me to madness. But Wild Gourd's actions ruined my youth, and I lost all hope for love. I had no choice but to give up entirely. Soon after, I actually committed rape.

It was a summer noon. I was riding my old bicycle to the commune to get pig feed. On the way back, there was no one around. As I rode, I noticed a woman ahead of me, carrying a child and a bundle. She was short and lame, walking with a difficult limp. I rode up beside her and glanced back. She was about thirty years old, dark-skinned and unattractive. I didn't think much of it at the time, just felt sorry for her. I jumped off my bike and asked her where she was going. She said she was going to her parents' house. I said it was so hot, and she looked so tired walking. I offered her a ride. She said thank you so much, brother. I let her sit on the back of my bike. It was incredibly hot, and I was exhausted too. Passing a grove of trees, I said, "Let's stop and rest." We stopped and sat down in the shade of a tree. It was then that I noticed the woman had a pair of unusually large breasts. She was very thin, but because she was breastfeeding, her breasts were exceptionally large, like two thick, horned gourds, bulging from her shoulders and sagging down to her abdomen. They weren't pretty, but they must have tasted delicious. Just then, the baby started crying from hunger, and she turned to the side, lifting her clothes to breastfeed. Hearing the sound of the baby suckling, my lust was instantly aroused, and my penis immediately became erect. I swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice, "Sister, it's too sunny here. Let's go further in; it'll be cooler in the shade." She obediently stood up, breastfeeding her child, and followed me deeper into the woods. We sat down in a shady spot. I figured no one would see us there. I said, "Sister, I'm so thirsty." She said, "What can we do? There's no water here." I said, "Yes, you have some. Let me have a sip." She said, "Where would I find water?" I moved closer to her, grabbed her, and lifted her clothes, saying, "Isn't this it? Let me have a taste." I bit down on one of her breasts and sucked hard. She cried out and tried to pull away, but I held her tightly. I said, "Don't move, or I'll get angry!" The woman didn't dare move. I grabbed her breast, kneading and sucking hard. My God, those two big, club-shaped breasts were overflowing with milk; it was like a fountain spraying into my throat. I remembered that wild gourd milk was white, thick, and sweet, but this lame woman's milk was gray, thin, and salty. But it was still a woman's milk. Men drink women's milk not for its taste or nutrition, but for the thrill. Mating with a breastfeeding woman is like taking advantage of her milk; it's like an aphrodisiac, a stimulant. Inserting your penis into a woman's vagina and ejaculating inside her doesn't mean you've truly possessed her. Only when you mate with a woman who has milk to drink, ejaculating inside her while simultaneously consuming her milk, do you truly possess her completely. Otherwise, why would men bite a woman's nipple during intercourse, sucking even when there's no milk inside, subconsciously trying to extract it? So, just thinking about a woman's milk is enough to make your penis hard, let alone eat it. I sucked on the woman's breast, gulping and swallowing, occasionally forcefully swallowing her nipple deep into my throat, even biting it with my teeth. She held the baby in one arm and tried to push my head away with the other, pleading, "Brother, brother, please don't... it's not good if someone sees. Okay, that's enough, what's the point of eating this? Just a couple of bites." I wasn't about to let her go. The baby had already finished nursing. I ate one breast, then grabbed the other, biting it and sucking hard. After a while, my penis was rock hard. I said, "Sister, let's go all the way and give me some relief." I started to pull off her clothes. She pleaded, "Brother, please spare me. You've had your milk, what else do you want?" I said, "You should know what I want. Quick, stand up." She said, "No, I'm still holding the baby, what about the baby?" I thought for a moment, and then I had an idea. I made her stand with her stomach against a tree trunk, holding the baby. I unbuckled her belt from behind, pulled down her pants, revealing her dark, thin buttocks. But at that moment, those buttocks felt incredibly beautiful to me. I pulled down my pants again, searched her buttocks for a while with my hard penis, finally found her labia, and thrust it in. At the same time, I grabbed her waist, grabbed her two big breasts, and started fucking her in and out. The woman moaned and twisted her hips, as if in pain, but as I fucked her, I felt she was starting to cooperate with me. I fucked her even harder. Hearing the "plop plop" sound of my penis going in and out of her vagina, I couldn't hold back anymore. I thrust a few times and shouted, "Big sister, hold on, I'm going to cum!" I thrust forward suddenly, and felt a buzzing in my head as a large gush of semen shot out, followed by small spurts. I groaned shamelessly, "Aiya, aiya," until I had ejaculated. Even after I had ejaculated, a wicked force still urged me to continue thrusting for a while before I pulled out my penis weakly and collapsed to the ground. The woman, barely holding her child, pulled up her pants with one hand and slumped to the ground, turning away to sob softly. I couldn't bear it, so I went over and hugged her neck, saying, "Sister, I'm so sorry, I have ten yuan here, please take it. Rest a while, I'll take you back to your parents' house." She shook her head and continued crying. Feeling guilty, I feigned a sigh, threw down the ten yuan, pushed my bike away, and sped off. Once on the road, I rode off at breakneck speed, and I even committed a sexual assault.

The son of the production brigade secretary on the other side of the river was getting married, and I went to the wedding. On my way back, it was getting dark, and as I was crossing the river, I ran into Yizhihua on the riverbank. Yizhihua was a notorious woman in the area, over forty years old, filthy, but if a man beckoned and offered her a string of frozen fruit, she'd let him have his way with her. I had just reached the river embankment when I saw Yizhihua sitting on the top, her back to me. I walked over to her and saw that her clothes were open, her head bowed, and she was sucking on one of her long, soft breasts with both hands. She saw me, but showed no shame, smiled at me, and asked, holding her breast, "Want some?" I swallowed hard, seeing that it was getting dark and no one was around, and a lustful thought arose within me. I took out five yuan and waved it at her, then walked on. She followed. When we reached a secluded spot, I went down the embankment slope, and she followed. On the slope, I gave her the money, then grabbed her and pulled her down, tearing off her clothes quickly. Then I tore off my own clothes, pushed her down, and climbed on top of her. First, I bit her breast, then I used my hard penis to find her vulva. I thrust my penis into her vagina, fucking her hard while sucking her breast. Yizhihua's breasts were fine and soft, but long. They didn't produce milk, but they were still a woman's breasts. I sucked on them desperately, thrusting hard, and soon couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. Only after getting off her did I realize my mouth was salty and full of residue. I spat twice, but couldn't get it all out. I lifted her clothes to examine her closely and discovered she was covered in sweat and grime, her breasts also matted with sweat. I felt nauseous and got up to leave. Yizhihua giggled and said, "Want to fuck me again? One more time." She followed me. I tried to shake her off, but she stayed close, insisting I fuck her again. I got angry, turned around and knocked her down, pinching and twisting her body. She giggled and dodged. I suddenly got excited, tore off her clothes, and climbed on top of her again, inserting my hard penis into her vagina. I bit her breasts, sucking and biting them hard as I fucked her. She twisted her body, crying out in pain, but I ignored her, lifting her body high and slapping her hard. Ba Genzi slapped her vulva, making a "slap slap" sound. Because I had just ejaculated, this time, fueled by a wicked impulse, I went at it for about an hour before ejaculating again. In the end, I couldn't go on anymore, and Yizhihua was exhausted from my fucking, lying there panting heavily. I looked at her breasts and realized that one of her nipples had been bitten and was oozing blood. To avoid trouble, before she could recover, I got up and ran, quickly disappearing into the color field.

Two inappropriate sexual encounters with women left me feeling mostly dejected. Later, I started having sex with sows. At first, I was afraid to, worried they might get pregnant and give birth to a baby, which would ruin me. Once, a sow got sick, and to prevent the disease from spreading to the other pigs, I had to kill it. After shaving, the sow's carcass was clean and white, her large udders erect, her vulva white with a hint of pink. It was night, and I was alone in the pig farm. I couldn't resist touching the sow's vagina. As I touched it, I got aroused, pulled down my pants, and inserted my hard penis into the sow's vagina. The dead sow's vagina was dry and tight. I applied some soybean oil, then inserted my penis, and with a "squelch," it went in. Good heavens, it felt so good, as slippery and tight as a woman's vagina. I simply took off my shirt, completely naked, and pounced on the dead sow's belly, biting down on one of her large teats. I started thrusting, biting each of her teats in turn, sucking hard, and even tearing at them with my teeth. After a while, my ejaculation stopped, and my semen gushed into the dead sow's uterus. I was ecstatic, biting down hard on her largest teat. At the moment the last drop of semen shot out, I bit down hard, slicing deep into the sow's flesh, and with a final pull, I tore the teat off. I rested for a while; I needed to gut her, or the meat would spoil. While gutting her, I used a knife to find her uterus along the vagina. Cutting it open, I found my semen inside, like a large puddle of snot. I cooked and marinated her flesh. I soaked that vagina in alcohol. Later, I repeatedly fished it out, washed off the alcohol, smeared it with soybean oil, and used it to masturbate with my hard penis.

But I longed to fuck those live sows. When no one was around, I would take out my penis and try to insert it into a sow's vagina. Animals aren't like humans. Humans are shameless and never satisfied, always wanting to have sex. Animals, however, are shameless and never satisfied; they don't want to have sex until they're in heat. So, as soon as I inserted my penis a little into its vagina, it would run away. My already rock-hard penis missed its mark, and I had to use my hand to ejaculate. Sometimes, when I saw boars mating with sows in heat, I felt incredibly horny, wishing I could become a boar, insert my penis into a sow's vagina, and let my pent-up semen shoot out into her vagina.

Boars, too, suffer like I do. There was a boar weighing seven or eight hundred pounds, struggling to walk. To mate with a sow, he had to climb onto her back, but he couldn't even lift his legs. His over-a-foot-long penis protruded from his scrotum, throbbing and slapping his belly, squealing in frustration. Feeling a sense of shared suffering, I helped him masturbate. At first, he resisted, but he got used to it. When I pressed my hand on his scrotum, he stopped moving, grunting, and arching his body forward, revealing his over-a-foot-long penis. I gently stroked it, and as I stroked, semen gushed out. Of all animals, pigs produce the most semen. My semen is at most two tablespoons, while this boar's is half a bowl. No wonder other animals can only have one or two litters at a time, while pigs can have more than ten. Watching the boar ejaculate so much semen, I thought how comfortable and pleasurable it would be if I could ejaculate that much too!

I solved the boar problem, but no one could solve it for me, so I tried teasing the sows instead. Sows in heat are not only willing to let boars fuck them, but they're also willing to let me fuck them. I pressed my body against their rear ends, and they immediately stopped moving, waiting for me to fuck them. One sow was snow-white and looked very clean; I called her Little White. She happened to be in heat, and a boar mounted her and had a good time. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I pulled the boar away, took out my penis, and placed it behind Little White's rear. Little White didn't run away; instead, she raised her tail and pressed her swollen, tender vulva against my penis. I gritted my teeth and inserted my penis. Ah, it felt so good! Little White's vagina was warm and slippery, and it was even sucking on my penis with gentle movements. Afraid of ejaculating inside, I carefully thrust a few times, but Xiaobai got excited, her buttocks jiggling in response. My sphincter loosened, and a gush of semen shot in. I quickly pulled out my penis, my heart pounding. I thought, "This is it, I ejaculated inside. Xiaobai is definitely going to get pregnant and give birth to a baby." I broke out in a cold sweat, and my penis went limp with fear. Then I thought, if she really gets pregnant and gives birth to a baby, there's no one else here. I can just kill it and bury it. Thinking this, I got excited again. Since I'd already ejaculated some inside, I might as well ejaculate to my heart's content. This time, I simply pulled down my pants, half-squatted behind Xiaobai's buttocks, and thrust my penis into her plump, red vagina, and began to fuck her with unrestrained abandon. Soon, I ejaculated my semen into Xiaobai's uterus. It's all the same whether I do it once or twice, so I might as well do it to my heart's content. That day, I fucked Xiaobai twice. That evening, I drank a bowl of wine with dinner. The wine emboldened me, and I got excited again. I herded Xiaobai into my room, stripped her naked, and then, like a boar, straddled her back and began to fuck her with gusto. Xiaobai seemed to enjoy it, moaning softly and bobbing her buttocks back and forth in rhythm with my movements. Having already ejaculated twice during the day, I was left with a surge of lust, so this time I fucked her for a long time. Xiaobai was so overwhelmed by my weight that she could barely stand. I fucked her harder and harder, until I was drenched in sweat. Finally, I felt a buzzing in my head, and I yelled, "Oh God, it's here!" I slammed my penis against Xiaobai's labia, and with a burst of lust, the last of my semen shot into her belly. I was exhausted, and that night I finally slept soundly.

From then on, I focused on Xiaobai. Since I'd already fucked her, I might as well go all the way. So, I fucked her every single day. Normally, a sow's estrus cycle only lasts about a week, after which she shouldn't be mated. But Xiao Bai (Little White) probably enjoyed being with me, experiencing a different kind of pleasure than a pig, and after more than two months, she still allowed me to have sex with her. I think the reason might be this: although a human penis isn't as long as a boar's, it's thicker, and humans are more skilled at sexual activity than pigs. Every time I had sex with Xiao Bai, I used many different techniques. I would thrust a few times, then pull out my penis and rub it against her vulva for a while. A boar only thrusts a few times with a sow, ejaculating and that's it. But with me, I would vary the intensity, stopping to rest whenever I felt like ejaculating, trying to prolong the mating time. I also used my fingers to probe her vagina, first with one finger, then two, then three. Sometimes, when I was drunk, fueled by the alcohol, I would even kiss Xiaobai's labia with my mouth, insert my tongue into her vagina, and pull her labia back with my mouth, or suck on her labia forcefully. When I was having sex with her, seeing that I was about to ejaculate, I would speed up, my penis slapping against her labia with all my might. During ejaculation, I would thrust my penis in and out with all my might, unlike a boar, which would remain still during ejaculation, letting the semen shoot in on its own. The more I ejaculated, the harder I thrust. Xiaobai would moan with pleasure. How could a boar let her enjoy such a feeling? So even when she was pregnant and her belly was big, Xiaobai was still willing to let me have sex with her, even coming to me willingly and pressing her buttocks against me.

Little White was finally about to give birth; her two rows of large, swollen teats were almost dragging on the ground. While I worried she might give birth to a little human, my lust remained undiminished. I often scratched her until she was knocked down, squeezing her teats; with the slightest pressure, milk would spurt out. Since it was pig milk, I didn't intend to eat it. Little White gave birth at night, and I waited in the pigpen with a lantern. Little White's vulva opened, and a piglet gurgled out, then another… ten piglets in a row. My heart raced, waiting for her to finally give birth to a little human. But after waiting for a long time, nothing happened. Little White rested for a while and began to nurse her piglets. Only then did I relax: it seemed my semen hadn't had any effect. I suddenly realized that human semen cannot produce offspring when combined with the eggs of other female animals. Thinking this way, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I immediately ran into the nearby pigsty, where a sow had just come into heat. I caught her in the dark and thrust my erect penis into her vagina. Like a little white pig in heat, she didn't resist me; instead, she arched her backside to accommodate me. Soon after, I ejaculated inside her. Back in my dormitory, I drank a bowl of wine. The wine fueled my lust, and I ran to another pigsty, where there was another sow in heat. I fucked her too. From then on, I mated with every sow in heat. All sixty-odd sows in the pig farm became my harem. There was one little spotted sow whom I wouldn't even allow boars to approach. I fed her good food and water every day and kept her in my dormitory at night so I could have sex with her anytime. I did this for over a month. Because of mating with sows every day, I was dizzy, exhausted, and even developed neurasthenia. I rested for a few days until I regained my strength, and then I thought of my beloved Little White again. Nine of Little White's ten piglets had been weaned, and only one thin piglet was still nursing. So Little White's two rows of teats had shrunk, except for that one, which was growing larger and whiter, like a breastfeeding woman's, only with a longer nipple. I tried several times to rekindle our old flame with Little White, but she ignored me. Whenever I approached her, she would warily retreat. That night, after drinking, I soaked two large flatbreads in alcohol and fed them to Little White. She quickly passed out. I shooed away the still-nursing piglet and washed Little White, her breasts, and genitals with clean water. Then I stripped naked and lay on Little White's belly, playing with her. I pinched her large breasts and probed her vagina. She felt it, but couldn't move, only whimpering. My penis was rock hard. I grabbed it and rubbed it against her labia for a while before thrusting it into her vagina. Then I lay on top of her and bit down on her large, fat nipple. A stream of pig milk shot into my mouth. I spat it out. My penis continued to thrust in and out of her vagina. My mouth still lingered on her nipple. I closed my eyes and imagined it was a woman's nipple, this was Wild Gourd's nipple. With that thought, I sucked hard, the milk gurgling into my mouth, which I swallowed without hesitation. The more I ate, the more energetic I became, the more vigorous I became, thrusting over two thousand times. My head spun, and my semen shot out with a whoosh. I continued thrusting for a while until all my pent-up energy was released, then I collapsed limply onto Little White. This is what happened to me after being falsely accused by Wild Gourd. Having sex with a sow for so long, I seemed to have become a pig myself, a boar. How I longed for human sex, how I longed to insert my hard cock into a woman's vagina, to suckle her nipple, and to ejaculate inside her. But Wild Gourd robbed me of that right. Today, she's in my hands, and even though she's dead, I can't let her go. Even if she goes to hell, I'll take my revenge. I dragged Wild Gourd's corpse up the embankment and laid her on her back. The torrent of the flood tore her clothes to shreds. I ripped the shreds off, and Wild Gourd was now naked before me. Because it was dark, I couldn't see what she looked like, only a mass of white flesh. Hatred and lust robbed me of my fear. I shone my flashlight on her genitals, and God, it was the first time I'd ever seen a woman's vulva so clearly. Between her two snow-white, plump thighs, her mons pubis was raised high like a white steamed bun, plump and tender, with only a few sparse yellow hairs on it. No wonder she's a descendant of Russians; even her genitals have a foreign flair. My cock was rock hard. I pulled down my shorts, thinking, "I'm going to have some fun, even if you're a corpse." I lay down on Wild Gourd's naked body, rubbed my hard penis against her labia, and thrust it in. Perhaps because Wild Gourd hadn't been drowned long ago, her vagina was still warm and slippery—it felt so good! The thick mons pubis and soft labia made my cock feel incredibly good against them. I started thrusting, simultaneously biting down on one of her enormous breasts, nibbling, biting, and sucking on the nipple. With one hand, I grabbed her other large breast and pulled hard. The floodwaters in the river lapped against the embankment with a loud splashing sound, and my penis slapped against Wild Gourd's fat cunt with a similar splashing sound. The sounds of the wind and water drowned out all other noises. I was getting carried away and shouted, "Wild Gourd, I've finally caught you! I'm finally fucking your big fat cunt! I'm finally raping you! I'm finally biting your big fat tits! Wild Gourd, I'm going to fuck you to death! Even if you don't die, I'll fuck you to death! Even if you die, I'll still shoot my semen into your dead cunt!... Oh God, it feels so good! I'm going to ejaculate! I'm going to ejaculate into your dead cunt! Oh God, I'm ejaculating..." My lower abdomen, which had been tense from holding back semen, relaxed, and a stream of semen gushed into Wild Gourd's vagina, followed by wave after wave. At the same time, my teeth bit down hard on her big nipples, and I kept biting them even after I ejaculated. I collapsed onto her full body, reluctant to get up. My penis was still throbbing inside her vagina, and I suckled on her nipple again, suddenly feeling a sweet liquid well up in my mouth. I then remembered that Wild Gourd's child was already three years old, and she still had milk, probably because the men she had been having sex with had been drinking her milk while having sex with her. Wild Gourd's breasts were so huge; I couldn't even grasp one breast with both hands. If she weighed 120 pounds, her two large breasts would weigh 30 pounds each. I grabbed the base of one breast with both hands, and the large breast stood erect like a large, water-filled gourd. I frantically bit and sucked at the milk inside. I thought, since she's already dead, I'll cut both of her large breasts off at the base with a knife later. I'll also cut off her plump mons pubis, labia, vagina, and uterus, and take them back to soak in wine. When did this evil impulse arise? I pulled her out, put her vagina on my penis, and raped her while biting her big breasts. After I'd had my fill, I'd boil her big breasts, salt them, and slice them to eat with my drinks. As for her mons pubis, labia, and vagina, I'd use them to make medicinal wine—I have a small jar of medicinal wine containing boar testicles, penises, and semen, as well as sow labia, vagina, milk, and the large breasts cut off from several sows while they were nursing. Drinking this medicinal wine always gives me energy, especially a kind of evil energy; I don't feel tired even after ejaculating twice a day. If I add Wild Gourd's genitals and breasts, the medicinal wine will be even more potent. Thinking this, my penis, inserted in Wild Gourd's vagina, became hard again. I bit her nipple again and began to fuck her corpse hard once more. As I fucked her, suddenly, Wild Gourd groaned, spurted out a stream of water, and her body twitched. I thought she was about to revive, and my penis immediately went limp. I quickly pulled it out and jumped aside. Then I saw Wild Gourd's body convulse again, twitching and gushing out streams of murky water. I suddenly realized she wasn't dead; she'd just choked on the water and passed out. My earlier pressure and rubbing, like artificial respiration, had revived her. I stood there for a while, and Wild Gourd turned to her side, curled up, and began to groan. I knew she was alive. For a moment, I really wanted to throw her back into the river. But my heart softened. I went over, picked her up, hoisted her onto my shoulder, and carried her back to the dormitory.

I placed Wild Gourd on the earthen bed and covered her with a blanket. Wild Gourd woke up, groaned for a while, and struggled to get up. I held her down and said, "Don't move, just lie still." She spoke, "Where am I? Am I still alive?" I said, "Don't worry, you're not dead, you're still alive." She said, "Did you save me? Who are you?" I said, "Don't ask, just rest first." After saying that, I went out and spread a tattered coat on a pile of dry grass in the outer room and lay down. Raping Wild Gourd had really exhausted me. I quickly drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed before someone woke me up. I opened my eyes to see Wild Gourd sitting beside me, looking at me with a mournful expression. I sat up too, feeling a little guilty, and didn't dare look her in the eye. After a while, Wild Gourd sighed and said, "What did you do to me just now?" I was speechless. Wild Gourd sighed again and said, "Just kill me." I said, "Why would I kill you?" She said, "Is that even a question?" After a moment of silence, I stood up and said, "How are you feeling? Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat." Wild Gourd didn't answer, but lay down on her side; she looked very weak. I lit the kerosene lamp, lit a fire in the stove, and made a pot of meat porridge with leftover rice and some salted meat, then brought it into the house. I turned back and helped Wild Gourd up, letting her come inside to eat. I went back to the outer room and lay down on the floor. I thought she must be embarrassed to eat in front of me, so I slipped out.

I was so exhausted that I fell asleep again without realizing it. When I woke up, it was already daylight. Wild Gourd was gone, but she had eaten all the porridge in the bowl. I ran outside to look for her and found Wild Gourd draped in my clothes, wandering by the water's edge. I ran over and asked her what she was doing, whether she wanted to cross the river to go home. I told her to give up on that idea; until the flood receded, no one would dare to sail across, and none of us would be able to leave the island. We would have to wait at least a month for the flood to recede. Hearing this, she plopped down on the ground, covered her face, and started crying. I sat down beside her and comforted her, telling her not to cry, that crying was useless, that I had food and drink, wine and meat, and that a few days of secluded, idyllic life wouldn't be bad. She cried and said, "Kill me!" I said, "Why would I kill you? Don't worry, I won't touch you." She said, "But you raped me." I said, "I'm just making up for the fact that you falsely accused me, and besides, I've already been punished." She fell silent. I asked her again how she fell into the water and was swept here. She sighed deeply and slowly told me the whole story.

It turned out that Wild Gourd had an aunt who lived upstream on this river. A few days ago, she came to visit her aunt during her vacation, but a sudden flood occurred. Last night, the river swelled and breached the riverbank, submerging her aunt's village. She was swept into the flood in her dream. "Retribution, it's really retribution!" she cried, sobbing, "I've really done something terrible. God sent me here, I deserve it!" I couldn't help but put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, but she leaned into my arms, hitting my thigh and sobbing uncontrollably. I couldn't help but comfort her, pinching her earlobe, patting her cheek, and even lifting her face to kiss her forehead. She turned around and hugged my waist tightly, pulling me down to the ground, and we lay there embracing each other. Tears streaming down her face, she said, "Since I deserve what I got, do whatever you want with me, consider it my atonement." As she spoke, she tore open her clothes, revealing her fair, plump breasts. Two soft, trembling, large, white, and tender breasts were presented before me. I couldn't resist; I really wanted to pounce on her stomach, bite down on those plump breasts, and thrust my already hard penis into her fleshy vagina. But I restrained myself. I tucked her clothes back in, helped her sit up, and said, "Don't do this. You've been frightened; you should rest. I can't take advantage of you." She hugged me and cried again, saying, "You're such a good person, such a good person! I shouldn't have treated you like that!" I said, "It's all in the past, let's not talk about it. Come on, let's go back. I'll make you something good to eat, and you can have a good sleep. We can talk about other things when you're well-rested."

Back at our lodgings, I stewed a pot of fish soup. Wild Gourd drank the soup and then lay down to sleep. I fed the pigs and began preparing lunch. I killed one of my own chickens and simmered it over a low fire. I also cut up a plate of salted meat and roasted two salted white carp over the fire in the stove. Once everything was ready, I was exhausted and fell asleep in the woodpile in the outer room. When I woke up, it was already evening. Wild Gourd was already awake, sitting on the threshold, her face turned outwards, lost in thought. Seeing me awake, she smiled slightly and complained, "Why did you take so long to wake up? I'm starving!" I said the food was ready, and she could eat if she was hungry. She said, "Who would dare eat without the master's permission?" I quickly apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let's eat right away.

" After setting out the dishes, I poured her a bowl of wine and asked, "Would you like some?" She said yes, so I poured her a bowl too. She picked up her wine bowl and touched it to mine, saying, "Thank you!" She drank almost half a bowl in one gulp, then coughed. I said, "Don't rush, eat the food first, eat more food before you drink." She had clearly recovered and was hungry. She tore off half a chicken and began to devour it with her hands and teeth.

Wild Gourd quickly finished the half chicken, then drank a large bowl of chicken soup, let out a satisfied burp, and picked up her wine bowl, looking at me with a smile. "Here," she said, "thank you for saving me. I'll toast you." We clinked our wine bowls together, and just as I was about to drink, Wild Gourd suddenly snatched my bowl away, looking at me with a sidelong glance and a smile. I asked, "What are you laughing at?" She didn't answer, but turned away shyly, lifted her blouse, and cupped one of her large breasts in her hand, aiming it at my wine bowl. With a squeeze, milk spurted into my bowl with a hissing sound. She squeezed like this for a while, and what was originally half a bowl of wine quickly became a thick, white bowl. She handed me the bowl, then lowered her head shyly and continued to gnaw on a chicken leg. I was overjoyed, said thank you, and drank the bowl of milk wine in one gulp. The wine made with human milk immediately aroused my lust. I got up, sat down next to her, and hugged her tightly. She didn't object; instead, she nestled her head into my arms. I held her tightly, rubbing her body vigorously. Later, I simply unbuttoned her clothes, biting down on one of her large, plump breasts and sucking hard. Although she had just been milked, Wild Gourd still had plenty of milk, which I swallowed in large gulps, my penis already rock hard. Wild Gourd also got excited, panting and moaning, closing her eyes and reaching back to unbutton my clothes. We were both naked, and Wild Gourd grabbed my penis and shoved it into her mouth, sucking hard on it like I was nursing her. I then laid her down, spread her plump, white thighs, and took her plump mons pubis into my mouth, inserting my tongue into her labia and licking her clitoris. Wild Gourd quickly became aroused, letting out loud cries, and gushes of vaginal fluid shot out like my ejaculation, which I sucked into my mouth without hesitation. At the same time, my penis was rock hard, about to ejaculate from Wild Gourd's sucking. I said, "I can't take it anymore, get up, let me fuck you." But Wild Gourd wouldn't let go, continuing to suck my penis. I couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a loud scream, and my semen gushed into her mouth. Wild Gourd sucked it all up. Finally, we both ejaculated completely, collapsing to the ground like puddles of mud.

Suddenly, I was filled with love for Wild Gourd, holding her tightly with all my heart, closing my eyes and kissing her eyebrows, nose, and lips, murmuring, "Baby, baby, I love you, I love you, I've missed you so much, I finally have you, you know, you've killed me, to have you once, I'd die happy!"
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