Flower that has endured tribulations

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Table of Contents I. Introduction A twenty-six-year-old girl III. The first time is always painful IV. Stripped naked V. She has fair skin and delicate flesh VI. She screamed in pain VII. The hostage was a virgin VIII. Be gentle, I'm pregnant ——————————————————————————– This online novel is adapted from an anonymous story. Fanfu and Hori pay special tribute to the anonymous author! ——————————————————————————– I. Introduction At the airport in Paris, the capital of France, today was particularly lively, with tens of thousands of people crowding the area. However, amidst the liveliness, there was a sense of solemnity and reverence because the Mayor of Paris had personally come to the airport to welcome an elderly Chinese woman living in Paris. It turns out that this elderly Chinese woman was none other than the renowned Mrs. Yang. Mrs. Yang's son, Yang Changfu, is a millionaire. Perhaps "millionaire" isn't quite accurate, as Yang Changfu's wealth certainly exceeds one million francs. Of course, no one knows the exact amount of Mr. Yang Changfu's wealth, but his donations to the French government and charitable causes alone already exceed one million francs. Yang Changfu was a wealthy man, indeed a very wealthy man. Wealthy men enjoy all kinds of privileges everywhere, especially since Yang Changfu donated tens of thousands of francs to the French government and various charitable organizations. As a result, he was hailed as a wealthy overseas Chinese, a philanthropist, and all sorts of other titles. The French president even hosted a special banquet in his honor. Old Mrs. Yang also enjoyed all the honors along with her son. Newspapers frequently published photos and updates about the mother and son, even detailing how many bowls of rice they ate and how many times they urinated each day. Some newspapers even published special features about the mother and son, praising Old Mrs. Yang to the highest levels, describing her as dignified, learned, and eloquent, and also praising her noble birth, practically calling her a princess. Fortunately, no one bothered to check her family history. Regardless of her background, she had plenty of money now. This commotion lasted for over a month, greatly enhancing the Yang family's reputation. They were practically household names, and it finally gave the Chinese a sense of satisfaction in front of the foreigners. This time, Old Mrs. Yang was returning from her world tour. Of course, she was an old lady even the French president admired. Today, the Mayor of Paris was so afraid of not serving her well enough and offending her that he treated her with more respect than a grandson serving his great-grandmother. It was said that Old Mrs. Yang's private plane would arrive at the Paris airport at 1 p.m., but the mayor, hungry, was already waiting at the terminal at noon. A group of sycophants had already packed the airport terminal, waiting for the old lady's private plane to land. At 1:05 PM, the plane landed at the airport. The disembarkation stairs were just set up when the mayor, dressed in a formal suit, climbed them. As soon as the cabin door opened, the mayor rushed forward, followed by the translator. The rest of the welcoming party was stopped by the Paris police chief, who forbade anyone from going up to pay their respects. Upon seeing the old lady, the mayor offered a series of greetings and inquiries. While he didn't kneel and kowtow to show respect, he repeatedly imitated the traditional bowing and scraping etiquette to win her favor, then stood respectfully to the side waiting. Grandma Yang, supported by a girl of about fifteen or sixteen, walked to the aircraft door. A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the welcoming crowd, as if welcoming a national dignitary. News reporters' cameras scrambled to capture the shots, making them tremble with fear. Grandma Yang smiled slightly and nodded to the welcoming crowd before descending the stairs. Just as Grandma Yang came to a stop, the mayor gave the police chief a look, and the police chief waved to the mayor's driver, simultaneously dispersing the crowd gathered around the stairs. As the mayor's car arrived, the door was opened, and Mrs. Yang and her young maid were ushered into the back of the car. The mayor of Paris then went to sit in the front seat next to the driver, honked the horn, and drove away from the airport. Some of the welcoming crowd, who had waited for most of the day, hadn't even caught a glimpse of the old lady, only able to watch the car's taillights. But even so, they managed to show their filial piety to Mrs. Yang at the airport. The mayor's car stopped in front of a large garden villa, and the old lady was helped out of the car by her maid. Grandma Yang said to the mayor, "Thank you for your hospitality, Mayor. I'll come back to thank you another day." After speaking, she was helped through the front door of the mansion by her maid. The mayor hurriedly replied, "Yes! Yes!" twice, but didn't dare follow her inside. He could only get into his car and go home for lunch. Indeed, this poor mayor, since birth, had never been hungry until 2:30 pm without having lunch. Grandma Yang returned home and felt very comfortable. Everything, from food to daily life, was much more comfortable than outside. However, things in this world often don't go as planned. Grandma Yang's car driver, Ah Wang, suddenly fell ill and passed away within three days. This caused Grandma Yang great inconvenience. For wealthy people, a car is essential; without it, they can't get around. Grandma Yang was no exception. Although she didn't need to go out every day, when she did, she felt helpless and needed to find a driver immediately. However, several drivers failed to satisfy her. Finally, she decided on the method of "a generous reward will surely attract brave men," and placed a job advertisement in the newspaper. The requirements were very strict, but the salary was exceptionally high. After the advertisement was published, applicants poured in like boats crossing a river. Grandma Yang patiently met and questioned each and every one of them. Every morning, Old Mrs. Yang would get up and dress up. No one would believe that she was a fifty-six-year-old woman; at first glance, she looked almost like someone in her thirties. Her eyebrows were lightly drawn, and her large eyes still retained their former allure. She had a pointed, claw-like face, and while her measurements might not meet international standards, one could still clearly see full breasts, a slender waist, and plump hips. Her skin was exceptionally fair and smooth. Three days passed, and over a hundred people had applied. Of those interviewed, only two had test-driven her type of luxury RV. By the fourth day, the number of applicants had gradually decreased. Finally, Xiao Yu brought in an applicant named Zhu Hu for an interview. The job applicant was probably around fifty years old. When Old Mrs. Yang's eyes met his, she was stunned! At that moment, Old Mrs. Yang seemed to be greatly shocked, feeling a sudden darkness before her. She quickly grabbed the table with one hand and sat down again. Zhu Hu saw this clearly and also looked at the old lady. His face flushed red, and without saying a word, he turned and walked out. Zhu Hu's footsteps were heavy, waking Old Mrs. Yang. She opened her eyes with a start and saw that Zhu Hu had already left. Without thinking, she shouted to Xiao Yu, "Quickly, chase after him and bring him back!" Xiao Yu hurriedly chased after him. Old Mrs. Yang slowly stood up and waited for a full twenty minutes before Xiao Yu returned. The old lady asked, "Where is she?" Xiaoyu replied, "She went far away. Old Liu, the gatekeeper, is chasing after her." The old lady seemed to be in great pain, shook her head, and asked Xiaoyu to help her upstairs to her bedroom. After Xiaoyu left, the old lady sat alone on a small sofa chair, staring blankly at the sky outside the window. The changing clouds and the passing memories flooded her mind. ——————————————————————————–IIThe story of the sixteen-year-old girl happened forty years ago. Old Mrs. Yang had just turned sixteen. The girl didn't know her parents' names; she had been sold into servitude at the mansion from a young age. She only knew her name was Qiuju, and there were three other girls like her, all serving the master and mistress. The master's surname was Qian; he was a high-ranking official. Qiuju didn't know exactly how high his rank was, only that he was a military officer who could kill at will. The mistress slept in the opium den. The master was rarely home, sometimes returning late at night. When he did return, he sometimes slept with the mistress in another room, the study, where servants attended to them. One day, the mistress went out and didn't return until late at night, while the master had already returned home. As usual, the three maids helped the old man undress and change into civilian clothes. Qiuju knelt on the ground and took off his riding boots. After the boots were off, Qiuju put a pair of embroidered slippers on the old man's feet. The old man then gently tickled Qiuju's chin with his foot and laughed heartily. Hearing the old man's laughter, Qiuju felt her whole body tremble and her heart pounded wildly. The old man laughed for a while, then waved to the other two maids, leaving only the old man and Qiuju in the room. The old man beckoned to Qiuju, whose heart pounded even harder. Her feet seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch, and she stood there dumbfounded. At this moment, Qiuju was both ashamed and afraid, and she called out softly, "Master...you..." "Haha! Fool! It's your good fortune that the old man has taken a liking to you! The madam isn't home today, so you'll come and sleep with the old man tonight. If you serve me well, I'll take you as my concubine in the future." The old man said as he rubbed Qiuju's nipples. Qiu Ju, a sixteen-year-old girl, was already quite voluptuous, but she had never been touched by a man before. Strangely enough, when a man's hand touched her breasts, it felt completely different from when her own hand touched them. At that moment, she felt her heart pounding, and her vulva felt a little itchy, as if she needed to urinate. She couldn't help but twist her buttocks, as if struggling, yet also as if coquettish. The old man kissed Qiuju on the cheek, patted her big buttocks, and said, "Alright, you can sleep in this room tonight." Qiuju was both frightened and delighted, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, I'm afraid Madam will find out. If she comes back and sees me, I'll be dead." The old man rubbed Qiuju's buttocks and said, "Silly girl, what are you afraid of? What can Madam do? Or, I can come to your room tonight. Remember, take a bath first and wait for me." As he spoke, the old man rubbed and pinched Qiuju's buttocks. Qiuju's vulva began to flow with lustful fluid. She struggled to her feet, twisting her big, fat buttocks, and ran out of the room. Qiuju returned to her room, collapsed onto the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. Her vulva felt itchy; she touched it and found her hand covered in a slippery, sticky white substance—she was wet! Qiuju secretly listened to the sounds next door. It turned out that the maid Chunlan lived next door. Beyond that was an empty room, and then came Xia Tao's room. There were four rooms for the maids. A door connected Qiuju's and Chunlan's rooms, but it was usually closed; they used separate doors. Hearing no sound from Chunlan's room, Qiuju knew Chunlan wasn't there. She quickly fetched bathwater and washed herself thoroughly. After dinner, Qiu Ju told Chunlan and Xia Taotui that she was not feeling well, so she returned to her room early and fell asleep on the bed. Her heart was ups and downs, and her heart was beating fast. She didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse. But when she remembered that she was a girl, a girl had no right to resist her master. Even if the master wanted anything, the girl had to agree. What Qiu Ju was most afraid of now was what would happen if her wife found out! It was about midnight, Qiu Ju's door was pushed open, Qiu Ju turned on the oil lamp a little, and saw that the master had come in. After the master entered the door, he bolted the door, walked to the bed, and took off his long pajamas. Qiu Ju saw that the master had no clothes on at all and was naked. This was the first time in her life that she had seen a man naked, and her heartbeat really accelerated. The old man was already in bed, and her undergarments had been removed. His hand had reached down to her waistband, and her short silk trousers were pulled down in one swift motion. Qiu Ju, blushing, quickly closed her eyes. She only felt her legs being spread apart by the old man, who was already pressing down on her. A hot, fleshy penis was pressing against her vulva, moving so fast and intensely. She felt a surge of pain in her lower body as the head of his large penis was already inside her tight vagina. Qiu Ju cried out in pain, "Ouch...it hurts!" The old man looked at Qiu Ju, at the sight of her virginity being deflowered, at the pain she was in, at the sight of her fair and plump body, and smelled the scent of virgin flesh. At this moment, his big penis felt the tightness and warmth of her narrow vagina, so he thrust it down hard again... Qiu Ju felt as if a small knife was cutting her vaginal flesh, but she dared not scream loudly. She could only bite her lower lip and moan through her nose, "Hmm...hmm...hmm..." Her flesh trembled and shook, while the old man's penis continued to thrust in and out of her vagina. After two or three hundred thrusts, Qiuju felt the pain in her vagina lessen, as if a fleshy rod was scratching an itch inside, both relieving and teasing it. Her painful groans transformed into wanton, pleasurable moans. Although it was still a soft "hmm...hmm-hmm!", the tone was different; one could immediately tell it was a sound of pleasure. Under this wanton, sensual moan, the old man... *thump! thump!* With a thud, he ejaculated, and Qiuju felt a surge of hot semen pouring into the most sensitive part of her vulva. She couldn't help but shiver, and her vulva also released vaginal fluid with a "plop! plop!" sound. Qiuju took a cloth and wiped the fluid from her vulva. Looking at it under the light, she whispered to the old man, "Look, you've torn my vulva. You're so cruel!" The old man looked and saw the bloody spots, confirming that the girl was indeed a virgin. He was overjoyed and said, "Silly girl, this is virgin blood. It's like this when a woman loses her virginity for the first time. You'll feel good from now on, and you'll want to eat my big cock every day." With that, he pulled Qiuju into his arms. At this moment, Qiuju, acting coquettishly, whispered sweet nothings in the old man's ear, teasing him until his drowsy penis hardened again. Qiuju laughed lewdly and grasped the old man's penis with her hand. She felt it was a full six inches long, thick and hot, and exclaimed, "Oh, yours is so big and thick, no wonder it hurts so much!" Qiuju did not expect that her voice, which was a little louder, would wake up Chunlan in the next room. Chunlan was still a virgin, of course, but upon hearing this, she felt a strange sensation in her heart. She secretly got off the bed and peeked into Qiuju's room through the crack in the wooden door. The room was brightly lit, and on the bed lay two naked figures—it was Qiuju and her husband. The husband's hand was kneading Qiuju's vulva, and Qiuju let out a wanton laugh, almost breathless. The husband, still touching her, asked, "What is this?" Qiuju shook her head shyly and whispered, "This is... a vulva!" The husband laughed heartily, then rubbed Qiuju's large, white buttocks. Then, the husband lay on top of Qiuju, and Chunlan saw a long, thick, black penis beneath his waist. He placed it on Qiuju's vulva and said to her, "Come on, put it inside your vulva with your hand!" Qiuju shyly grasped the old man's penis with her fair little hand. The old man asked Qiuju again, "What is this?" "Hmm... penis..." Qiuju said as she guided the thick, black penis to her vulva. The old man thrust hard, and Qiuju cried out, "Ouch!" The old man began to thrust in and out, and Qiuju began to moan. The sound made Chunlan feel a wave of tingling. The old man lifted Qiuju's thighs, and Qiuju's moans grew louder. As he thrust, the old man said, "Little girl, are you comfortable now?" "Comfortable...comfortable...my darling..." The old man began to thrust violently, and Qiuju's big white buttocks rose up to meet him, trembling beautifully and wantonly. Qiuju cried out, "Big dick grandpa, thrust harder, I'm so comfortable I'm dying..." The old man thrust for a while, then suddenly pressed down on Qiuju and stopped moving. Was he tired? The old man was panting, and Qiuju was also inhaling. After a while, the old man finally climbed off Qiuju. Chunlan watched, and a wave of heat washed over her, her juices flowing uncontrollably. She felt almost too weak to even walk back to bed. Just as she mustered her strength to return, she heard Qiuju's coquettish voice again: "Master, you've already taken my virginity. I only hope you'll look at me more often from now on, otherwise..." Qiuju began to sob, feigning tears. Seeing her master comforting her, she then let out a wanton laugh, which reached Chunlan's ears. Chunlan was furious. Back in bed, she thought, "So Qiuju was bewitching my master. Now Qiuju has climbed the social ladder." The more she thought about it, the more indignant she became.Ping, increasingly angry, decided to tell his wife everything when she returned. ———————————————————————————– Three. Qiu Ju, whose first time was always painful, felt invigorated after being taken in by the master, believing she had a powerful backer. The next morning, she woke up refreshed and, after serving the master, carefully applied makeup. After lunch, she felt sleepy, having barely slept the night before. So she took a nap, but this nap led to trouble. The mistress returned in the afternoon. Chunlan, still angry, deliberately didn't wake her, and only she and Xia Tao attended to the mistress in bed, smoking opium as usual. After a few puffs of her pipe, Madam felt much better. Seeing that only Chunlan and Xiatao were there, she asked, "Where's Qiuju?" Chunlan quickly replied, "She probably went off on something." Madam continued smoking and didn't ask any further questions. Chunlan waited until Xiatao left Madam's room before telling her the whole story of what had happened between Master and Qiuju the previous night, embellishing it as she went. Upon hearing this, Madam was so angry that her hands trembled, and she almost threw her pipe onto the bed. She frowned, an idea forming in her mind. She said to Chunlan in a low voice, "I understand. If you hear anything else, remember to tell me. I'll like you." Chunlan quickly replied, "Yes!" and left the room. The lady didn't summon Qiuju to question or torture him. She waited until dinner was served, but the master still hadn't returned. She ate alone, with three maids attending to her. As usual, she ate as if nothing was amiss, only glancing briefly at Qiuju, noticing she was more beautiful and alluring than usual. Late at night, the master returned and greeted his wife. She said, "I'm exhausted today. Yesterday, Mrs. Xu dragged me to play mahjong all night." The master, pleased, seized the opportunity and said, "Then you should go to sleep early too. I'll go to the study to sleep." The lady didn't agree, and the master went out, heading towards the study in the east courtyard. The study consisted of three rooms, resembling a flower hall. One room was actually used to store ancient books, another was a sitting room, and the one on the east side was the master's bedroom. Normally, when the master slept in the study, he would sometimes have a servant set up a bed in the sitting room to serve him at night; occasionally, he would have maids set up beds there as well. That evening, of course, the master had Qiuju set up a bed in the sitting room to serve him. The mistress, having heard Chunlan's report, feared it might be inaccurate, and thus wanted to give them both a chance to see for themselves. So, while instructing Chunlan to serve her a cigarette, she secretly plotted her next move. When my wife had smoked enough and was full of energy, it was already past two o'clock in the evening, so she told Chunlan to go listen together and take a peek at their situation. At the same time, she told Chunlan not to make any sound. The two people slowly walked into the courtyard. Indeed, the lights in the east room were very bright. They approached the window quietly, but they heard Qiu Jurui moaning and saying: "Oh, your cute big cock is rubbing my pussy." Son, my bones are so itchy, please...please put it in quickly! Ouch! What are you looking at?" He then heard the master's voice say: "I see your skin is very white, whiter than my wife's!" Julang hummed: "Ouch! "How can I compare to her? She's a lady, and I'm just a maid. Maids are always considered lowly... Oh! It's so itchy! Please, have some mercy and thrust into me hard a few times!" Upon hearing this, the lady was furious. She thought, "This is outrageous! This lowly girl dares to talk about me so boldly in bed!" The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She considered hitting him, but then she thought, "What if we make a scene? It would give her an easy way out, and that would just benefit this little vixen." So he swallowed his anger, walked closer to the window, and peered through the crack. Under the bright light, he saw that Qiu Ju, that slut, truly had fair and delicate skin. She held her thighs high with her hands, her plump buttocks swaying to meet the old man's thrusts. With each thrust, the slut would moan, "Hmph... Brother...!" The old man thrust harder and harder, and Qiu Ju moaned more and more wantonly and urgently. Her juices splashed against the old man's thighs and Qiu Ju's plump buttocks with a "slap, slap" sound. Suddenly, the old man stopped moving, but Qiuju started shaking her hips, sifting like rice, and asked in a coquettish voice, "Darling, aren't you beautiful?" "Beautiful, beautiful! Baby's hips are turning so well..." The old man was a little out of breath. "Hmm... I'm not turning anymore..." Qiuju wrapped one leg around the old man's waist and stopped turning. The old man was feeling the most comfortable moment when it suddenly stopped, and he was burning with lust. He continued to thrust, saying, "Little slut, hurry up and turn your hips, rubbing your flower core against the head of my penis, it feels so good!" "No, you have to promise me you'll take me as your concubine before I'll..." "Spin! I don't want to do this sneakily." "Okay, okay, okay! I promise you!" "Then which day?" "We have to choose a good day! You little slut, spin now!" "Hmm, don't lie to me!" Qiuju said, spinning again, spinning so fast and quickly that in no time, the old man pressed against her vulva and ejaculated with a "ah, ah" sound, before turning over. The old man was now limp on the bed, and Qiuju embraced him with infinite charm, kissing him for a while. The wife was so angry that she trembled all over, helped Chunlan, and went back to her room to sleep. How could the wife possibly sleep tonight? She lay in bed, puffing on her pipe, her mind racing with schemes. As dawn approached, she finally devised a wicked plan. But plans must wait for the right moment to be implemented, so she could only bide her time and wait patiently. ——————————————————————————–IVThe opportunity that the wife had been waiting for, stripped naked, had finally arrived. On this day, the master instructed that some spare clothes be prepared, as the old lady, as usual, had instructed the maids to prepare the things the master needed for his trip. The wife took the car to see the master off to the train. On the way back, the wife said to the driver, Zhu Hu, "When you get home, come to my room." Zhu Hu replied, "Yes." The wife returned to her room, smoked a dozen or so puffs of opium, and sure enough, Zhu Hu came. The wife dismissed everyone in the room, leaving only the driver, Zhu Hu, and then told him her plan, giving him two thousand yuan. Zhu Hu obediently agreed to his wife's words, took two thousand yuan, and happily withdrew. His wife then called over the maid, Li Ma, and gave her some instructions. Finally, she called over the page, gave all the instructions, and paid for everything. They were just waiting for the quiet of the night to carry out their plan. It was midnight, and everyone was asleep. The page went to Qiu Ju's window and softly called, "Sister Qiu Ju, Sister Qiu Ju." Qiu Ju turned over and asked, "Who is it? What do you want?" The page whispered from outside the window, "Master has something he asked me to give you. I put it in the study! Come here!" "I'll get it tomorrow!" Qiu Ju was still very sleepy and didn't want to get up. But the pageboy said, "Sister Qiuju, it's a train ticket. The train leaves first thing tomorrow morning. Master wants you to go to Tianjin!" Upon hearing this, Qiuju was overjoyed, her sleepiness vanished instantly, and she jumped out of bed. She gently opened the door and said to the pageboy, "Give it to me!" "Sister Qiuju, the ticket is in the study! Come and get it." Hearing this, Qiuju didn't even have time to put on her clothes. Wearing only a vest and shorts, she followed the pageboy into the courtyard. The two of them quietly pushed open the door to the sitting room and went inside. As soon as the pageboy entered, he turned around and hugged Qiuju tightly. Qiuju twisted her body and shouted, "What are you doing?!" The servant hugged her tightly and said, "Sister Qiuju, I've missed you for so long. I know everything you and the master did in this room. Can you let me sleep with you once?" Qiuju struggled and twisted her body as she said, "You think you're worthy? Since you know about me and the master, you should know that I'm about to become the concubine here. Even the madam has to be polite to me. If you dare to be rude, I'll have the master shoot you dead." As soon as Qiuju finished speaking, the lights in the room suddenly turned on, and the madam came out, followed by Chunlan, Xiatao, and Li Ma. When Qiuju saw the scene, she was so frightened that her soul almost flew away. The lady sat down in the armchair, slamming her hand on the table and yelling, "Fine! You cunning fox, so you've fallen for the master! Now kneel down before me!" Qiu Ju was terrified. Forgetting all the rules, she desperately tried to retort, "The master asked for it himself." Upon hearing this, the lady shouted, "Rebellion! Rebellion! Tie this little wretch up!" At this moment, the page pushed Qiu Ju down, and Qiu Ju involuntarily knelt down. The lady said, "You two strip this little wretch naked." Chun Lan and Xia Tao stepped forward at the same time and tore off Qiu Ju's vest and shorts, leaving her completely naked. The rough-looking Li Ma tied Qiu Ju's hands behind her back with rope and forced her to kneel on the ground. At this point, Qiuju knew that her bad luck was about to begin. For now, she just wanted to suffer as little as possible and wait for her husband to come back so she could find a way to complain to him. The lady sternly asked, "You cunning fox, tell me quickly, how did you seduce the master!" Qiuju cried out, "Madam, it really was the master who asked me to…!" Before Qiuju could finish speaking, the lady slammed her hand on the table and scolded, "You're talking nonsense! What kind of woman hasn't the master seen? Why would he choose you? Humph! If I don't beat you, you won't tell the truth. Li Ma, beat her hard!" Li Ma agreed with a "yes" and ran into the inner room, grabbed a riding crop, and Qiuju pleaded, "Madam! Please spare me!" But Li Ma's whip lashed out and struck Qiuju's shoulder. Qiuju cried out in excruciating pain and collapsed to the ground. Li Ma's riding crop continued to lash down. Seeing the raw, bleeding skin on Qiuju's back, Qiuju screamed like a pig being slaughtered and fainted. Li Ma stopped whipping her. Just then, the mistress cried out, "Someone come here!" Zhu Hu came out of the room and poured cold water on Qiuju's back. Qiuju slowly regained consciousness, sobbing. The mistress said, "Zhu Hu, check if Qiuju's buttocks are white! Give her a good beating." Zhu Hu agreed and looked at Qiuju's buttocks; they were indeed snow-white and pink, and very full. At this moment, Zhu Hu raised his riding whip and lashed it down with a "smack." A bloody welt immediately appeared on the tender, white buttocks, and bright red blood gushed out. Qiu Ju screamed again, but Zhu Hu's whip continued to lash down. In no time, the snow-white beauty was covered in blood. After whipping her for a while, seeing that Qiu Ju was no longer moving, Zhu Hu stopped. He then poured cold water on her, but Qiu Ju still didn't wake up. The madam personally checked Qiu Ju's nostrils and, seeing that she had no breath, proceeded with the plan. Zhu Hu untied Qiu Ju, carried her on his shoulder, and walked out of the study. Inside, two maids and a page were cleaning up the bloodstains on the floor. Zhu Hu carried Qiu Ju out the back door, and Li Ma closed it behind him. A cool breeze blew, and Qiu Ju stirred slightly. Zhu Hu thought, "Oh no! She's not dead after all!" He opened the car door as he thought this. A straw mat had already been laid out on the back seat, in preparation for wrapping Qiu Ju's body in the mat and throwing it into the moat. Zhu Hu placed Qiu Ju in the car, and she woke up in pain, groaning. Suddenly, a thought struck Zhu Hu. He whispered in Qiu Ju's ear, "Hold back the pain and don't make a sound. If Madam finds out you're not dead, she'll drag you back and beat you." Although Qiu Ju was brutally beaten to death by the wolf, she wasn't hit on the head, so her mind was still clear. Knowing that this was a matter of life and death, she remained silent until Zhu Hu drove the car onto the main road. Then she groaned and said, "Brother Zhu Hu, please save me! Where are you taking me now?" Zhu Hu slowed down the car a little and said, "Only I can save you now. I'll take you to my house for now!" As he spoke, Zhu Hu drove the car to his house. It was a small house with only three rooms. Zhu Hu's mother lived in one room, the middle room was the main room, and Zhu Hu lived in the other. It was a small, detached house with its own courtyard. Zhu Hu rarely came home; only the old lady lived there. Tonight, in the middle of the night, Zhu Hu knocked on the door. The old lady hurriedly got up and opened it. Zhu Hu took Qiu Ju out of the car seat, which terrified the old lady. Zhu Hu quickly opened the door, carried Qiu Ju to his room, and placed her on the bed. While he and the old lady washed Qiu Ju, Zhu Hu explained the whole story to her. The old lady was happy to hear that her son had saved a woman. She looked at Qiu Ju and saw that she was indeed beautiful and delicate. Qiu Ju endured the pain and kept calling out, "Mommy, save me!" The old lady took out the medicine passed down from her ancestors and applied it to Qiu Ju. Zhu Hu hurriedly returned to the mansion to report to his wife, only saying that he had thrown Qiu Ju into the moat. His wife was delighted and gave him two thousand yuan as a reward. Zhu Hu also took the opportunity to ask his wife for three days off. Fortunately, the master was not home, and his wife rarely used the car, so she granted his request. Zhu Hu left his wife's main room, and seeing that it was getting late, he went out through the back door and returned to his own home. By then, the old lady had already applied medicine to Qiu Ju, and Qiu Ju was asleep on the bed. Seeing Zhu Hu return, the old lady chatted with him in her room for a while, and then she also fell asleep. Zhu Hu quietly went back to his room and saw Qiu Ju sleeping soundly on the bed. After being washed clean, her back, apart from the medicine applied which had scabbed over the bloodstains, revealed a face of delicate, fair skin that was truly breathtaking. Zhu Hu slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and gently touched the tender white flesh beside her buttocks. He could hardly believe that he had just struck her so hard. Qiu Ju was jolted awake by Zhu Hu's touch. Seeing it was Zhu Hu, she said shyly, "Brother Zhu Hu, thank you so much for saving my life." Zhu Hu's heart pounded, but his hand didn't leave the delicate white flesh. He gently pinched it again and said, "Does it still hurt?" "Much better, brother! This medicine is very good. The pain stopped as soon as I applied it. Maybe it will be healed in a day or two. I don't know how to thank you!" "This medicine was passed down from my ancestors. My father was a martial arts scholar in the Qing Dynasty. We always kept these medicines at home for practicing martial arts, specifically for treating injuries. Fortunately, you only had a superficial injury, and after..." "It'll be fine in a day or two." As Zhu Hu spoke, his hand kept stroking her. Qiu Ju relaxed her body, and Zhu Hu's hand touched Qiu Ju's lower abdomen. Qiu Ju leaned down, causing Zhu Hu's hand to stop beneath her lower abdomen. Zhu Hu's heart pounded as he said, "Sister, what will you do from now on?" Qiu Ju sighed coquettishly and said, "Brother! I'm already a dead person. You saved my life. From now on, whatever you want me to do, I'll do. Brother! I'm yours now. You can do whatever you want with me." As Qiu Ju spoke, she relaxed her lower abdomen, causing Zhu Hu's hand to slide down to her lower abdomen.As Zhu Hu rubbed Qiu Ju's slippery vulva, she said coquettishly, "Brother! You've seen and touched everything about your sister. Brother! I'll only marry you, and then I'll take care of our mother and you." As she spoke, Qiu Ju reached out and grasped Zhu Hu's penis. It turned out that Zhu Hu had grown a thick and long penis every day. When Qiu Ju grasped it, she felt it was a little hot, and her heart pounded. Zhu Hu also felt a soft, tender hand grasp his penis, and it suddenly jumped and stretched a little longer. Qiu Ju secretly measured it with her hand; it was about seven or eight inches long. At this moment, Zhu Hu's heart was pounding. His restless hands began to grope Qiu Ju's vulva, one finger slipping inside. Qiu Ju involuntarily let out a soft "Mmm," and asked gently, "Brother! Is Mother asleep?" "Yes, she's asleep. She's been exhausted all night and is sleeping soundly." Hearing this, Qiu Ju loosened her legs, opening her vulva a little wider. Zhu Hu's finger was almost entirely inside, and he began to move it in and out. Qiu Ju gripped Zhu Hu's thick penis and stroked it, saying, "Brother! I'm covered in injuries, otherwise, I would have let you..." A small hand quickened its stroking of his penis, and Zhu Hu withdrew his hand, hurriedly saying, "Right, you can't have sex while you're injured. Let's wait until you're healed!" Qiu Ju grasped his large penis, stroking it reluctantly, and said coquettishly, "Brother! It will take at least three to five days for my injury to fully heal, but I only took three days off, and your penis is so hard right now! I've heard people say that a woman's mouth can be penetrated by a man. Although I've never tried it, I love you so much. Can I try it?" As Qiu Ju spoke, she slowly moved her head. In fact, Zhu Hu had long known that a woman's mouth could still be used by a man for penetration, but he couldn't bear to play with Qiu Ju because she was covered in injuries. Now that Qiu Ju was willing, Zhu Hu didn't refuse. He told Qiuju to stay lying down and not move. He raised Qiuju's pillow a little higher, and then Zhu Hu stood by the bed. Qiuju turned her face to the side and grasped Zhu Hu's big penis. Qiuju smelled a unique masculine scent, and her heart couldn't help but flutter. She said, "Brother! Your penis is so big!" Then she stuck out her tongue and licked the head of the big penis. A stream of male fluid slicked her tongue. She opened her mouth with her tongue and took the head of the big penis into her mouth. The swelling made her mouth feel a little sore and uncomfortable. At this moment, Zhu Hu felt a surge of heat flowing straight into his kidneys, making his penis even more engorged. He couldn't resist Qiu Ju's gentle sucking and licking. He used her cherry-like mouth as a vagina and began to thrust in and out. Qiu Ju quickly grabbed his penis with both hands, so that three-quarters of the engorged penis was taken away by her two small hands, leaving only one-quarter, which went in and out of her mouth. Her tongue licked and sucked the thick vas deferens. Zhu Hu felt as if his large penis was inserted into a warm hole. Seeing the saddle marks on Qiu Ju's plump, white buttocks trembling, he felt even more aroused and began to thrust wildly, until white foam dripped from Qiu Ju's mouth. The more he thrust, the more interesting it became. In a surge of pleasure, his semen, seemingly uncontrollable, shot out, filling Qiu Ju's mouth. Qiu Ju only breathed a sigh of relief after Zhu Hu had finished ejaculating and pulled out his penis. After Zhu Hu brought the spittoon to the bedside, she spat out her mouthful of semen, took a deep breath, and gave Zhu Hu a coquettish look, saying, "Oh! Your penis is so powerful, and so big!" She then moved closer, gesturing for Zhu Hu to lie down beside her. Zhu Hu lay down beside Qiu Ju and said, "You're not a virgin, why are you afraid of big dicks!" Qiu Ju glanced at Zhu Hu shyly and said, "Although I'm not a virgin, I've only been penetrated by the old man twice, and his dick is only half the size of yours. He took aphrodisiacs and could only last half an hour, unlike you, brother! Look, you played for such a long time, and now it's already dawn." It really was dawn, not just dawn, but the sun had already risen. The old lady had already gotten up. She came over and saw the two sleeping together. She smiled and went outside, secretly pleased. It seemed her son could get a wife without spending a penny. Besides, he received a reward of four thousand yuan for this woman—a considerable sum for a poor person. After Zhu Hu woke up, he went to the street to buy some clothes for Qiu Ju; otherwise, he couldn't let her be naked all the time. The Zhu family's ancestral medicine was truly excellent; by the next day, Qiu Ju's wounds had already scabbed over, and it seemed she would indeed be fully healed within three to five days. Since Qiu Ju was someone who dared not show her face in public, the old lady suggested that without informing relatives and neighbors, the two kowtow to their ancestors and meet the old lady, which would be considered a marriage. That evening, during dinner, everyone drank a little wine. The old lady went to bed early, actually preparing to go back and eavesdrop. Zhu Hu and Qiu Ju got into bed, and Zhu Hu hugged Qiu Ju and kissed her. Qiu Ju's fragrant tongue went into Zhu Hu's mouth, letting him suck on it until Qiu Ju trembled all over. Zhu Hu took off Qiu Ju's clothes and stripped himself naked. Qiu Ju took a closer look at Zhu Hu's large penis, which was indeed eight inches long. The head of the penis was so thick it was almost frightening, and the flesh was hard all around. At this moment, Zhu Hu was already burning with lust and couldn't wait any longer. Just as he was about to push Qiu Ju down and press her down on him, Qiu Ju hurriedly pushed him away and said softly, "Brother! I'm afraid the scar will reopen. Brother! You lie on your back, and I'll put my arm around you. After my scar falls off, you can do whatever you want with me." Zhu Hu thought this made a lot of sense, so he lay on his back on the bed. Qiu Ju then lay on top of Zhu Hu, spreading her legs wide apart and opening her vulva wide. Zhu Hu reached out and guided his large penis to her vulva. Qiu Ju tried to sit down forcefully, but couldn't get it to slide in. She used her hands to spread her vulva and wiggled the head of his penis from side to side. With great difficulty, she managed to slowly slide it in, thanks to the slippery wetness. Qiu Ju frowned and bit her lip. Seeing her wanton behavior and feeling his penis being tightly and warmly enveloped, Zhu Hu felt even more comfortable. Qiuju continued thrusting, the head of his penis pressing against her clitoris with each stroke. Qiuju couldn't help but moan and pant, her full breasts trembling with each movement. Her clitoris felt tingly and numb from the constant thrusting, and her vaginal fluids flowed involuntarily. Feeling weak, she collapsed onto Zhu Hu, panting softly. Zhu Hu, burning with lust and needing immediate action, was frustrated by Qiuju's inaction. Desperate, he flipped her over and began thrusting wildly and relentlessly. Qiu Ju's moans and gasps, combined with the sounds of flesh colliding during penetration, created a symphony of spring. Zhu Hu, however, seemed completely oblivious, continuing to thrust forcefully, causing Qiu Ju to cry out, "Please...please...you slut..." But Zhu Hu ignored her, continuing to thrust relentlessly, calling out, "You slut...you whore!" Although Qiu Ju responded repeatedly, "Ah...ah...brother...dear brother..." it couldn't lessen Zhu Hu's thrusting power in the slightest, until a tingling sensation ran down his spine, at which point he stopped, his penis pressing tightly against Qiu Ju's vulva. "Ah! Ah!" ” He lost a lot of hot and hot sperm, which made Qiu Ju tremble and moan one after another. Qiu Ju lay limply on the bed as if half dead. Only then did Zhu Hu get off Qiu Ju's body, extinguished the oil lamp and went to sleep. At this time, the white color of fish belly appeared outside the window, and the morning rooster was already crowing. ---------------------------fiveThe three-day holiday, with its fair skin and delicate flesh, passed quickly. When Zhu Hu went to the mansion to report back from his leave, he learned that his master would not be back for at least another week. So he asked his wife for another five days off, which she readily agreed to. Zhu Hu returned home, feeling incredibly happy. Qiu Ju's scars had completely healed, and she was still fair-skinned and beautiful. Zhu Hu loved her more and more. Every night when they got to bed, he wouldn't allow Qiu Ju to have a single hair left on her body. He always had to strip her completely naked, and when he held her in his arms, he felt her smooth and tender skin. Zhu Hu would then gently caress and play with her. Since Zhu Hu saved her life, Qiu Ju was already very grateful to him. Furthermore, Zhu Hu was a naturally handsome man, especially with his thick, long, and vigorous penis, which lasted a long time with each thrust, making Qiu Ju feel extremely comfortable. Although Zhu Hu wasn't very skilled at playing with women, only knowing how to forcefully penetrate and thrust vigorously, Qiu Ju was able to teach him little by little. Qiu Ju could truly be called a natural beauty. That night, as usual, Zhu Hu stripped Qiu Ju naked, then embraced her and caressed her for a while, pinching her plump buttocks hard, causing Qiu Ju to groan "Ah!" Zhu Hu then rolled over and pressed down on her. Qiuju automatically parted her pink legs, her vulva already flowing with wetness, making it slippery. Zhu Hu couldn't wait any longer and thrust his big cock in, hitting the very core of her vulva. Qiuju let out a soft "hmm" and then pressed Zhu Hu's buttocks down hard. Qiu Ju whispered in Zhu Hu's ear, "Brother! Don't move yet, let me squeeze you, you'll feel incredibly comfortable." As she spoke, her vulva began to clench and unclench, and Zhu Hu felt an intense pleasure, so he remained completely still, pressing firmly against her vulva. Qiu Ju softly asked, "Brother! Is this wonderful?" Her seductive eyes and voice asked simultaneously. Zhu Hu was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he could barely speak, nodding and saying, "Wonderful...comfortable...extremely comfortable." Then she continued to... He kissed Qiuju's tender face, and Qiuju squeezed faster and faster, while moaning wantonly, "Big dick brother...is my pussy nice? Is it beautiful?" "Yes, it's great, it's so beautiful, I feel so good." "Hmm...as long as you're comfortable...brother...I feel good too..." Qiuju said, moaning wantonly, squeezing, her beautiful face showing the complete appearance of a slut, a wanton girl, her mouth and nose exhaling bursts of fragrant breath, her lewdness truly reaching its peak. The waves of fluid from Qiuju's vagina gushed out in bursts, giving Zhu Hu a pleasure and wonder he had never experienced before. He couldn't help but ask, "Sister! Why is your vagina so good? It's practically alive!" Qiuju smiled coquettishly, and at the same time, she secretly exerted force, and the opening deep inside her vagina slowly began to suck, as if a small mouth was sucking on the head of his penis. At the same time, she said, "My dear brother! It's because your cock is so good. Your sister loves you so much. I'll do anything to make you happy." As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly started shaking her fat, big buttocks violently, moaning and panting. Zhu Hu felt as if he were floating on clouds, and his big cock swelled up even harder and thicker, and his body felt like it was on fire. So he could no longer enjoy it quietly, and suddenly used all his strength to thrust wildly into her vagina. Suddenly, Qiuju felt a powerful stimulation, and her vaginal fluids couldn't help but gush out of her cervix. Zhu Hu's thick, hard penis thrust harder and harder. Qiuju gasped and cried out, "Brother... Brother... Big penis... Hmm... You're going to kill me! Brother... Brother... Dear brother... Please spare your sister..." At this moment, Zhu Hu was burning with lust and was unwilling to stop. After hearing Qiuju's lewd and wanton moans, he only intensified his thrusts. The sound of flesh hitting flesh and Qiuju's wanton moans blended together. Qiuju's whole body trembled in waves, and her moans rose and fell until she died. Zhu Hu continued thrusting, over a thousand times, before finally ejaculating with a soft "Ah, ah!" The hot, scalding semen splashed onto Qiu Ju's clitoris, causing her to shudder and slowly awaken. Zhu Hu was now limp on top of Qiu Ju. Qiu Ju, her eyes slightly open, said in a seductive voice, "Dear brother! You're too cruel! You've really killed this slut!" Zhu Hu was too weak to reply. He rolled off Qiu Ju, and the two embraced tightly and fell asleep, snoring soundly from exhaustion. The blissful days flew by like an arrow. After the master returned, Zhu Hu finally went back to serve at the mansion, only able to come home once every ten days to half a month. Although this was a source of endless regret for the newlyweds, Zhu Hu would often happily run home after the master had gone to bed to spend a sweet night with Qiu Ju, before rushing back to the mansion at dawn. This somewhat made up for their lack of happiness. Although Zhu Hu's work was a bit more arduous, the sweetness outweighed the hardship, and he forgot his fatigue. It was just a hardship for Zhu Hu's mother, who often had to open and close the door for him in the middle of the night, because Qiu Ju dared not go to the front door. Because of this, Zhu Hu's mother often got up in the middle of the night, and the elderly woman caught a chill, falling seriously ill and passing away within a month. After burying his mother, Zhu Hu returned to work at the mansion, only being allowed to openly ask for leave to go home every ten days or so. The rest of the time, he would still sneak home late at night to stay overnight. His colleagues at the mansion couldn't help but become suspicious. However, they didn't say anything outright, and no one asked Zhu Hu, but everyone wondered why, after his mother's passing, he didn't move into the mansion but instead frequently stayed out. That day, as fate would have it, Zhu Hu sneaked home again. Just as he and Qiu Ju were enjoying themselves immensely, there was a loud knocking on the door. Zhu Hu hurriedly asked who it was! A voice answered from outside the door, "It's me." Zhu Hu recognized the voice as Ma Fu, the servant from the mansion, and hurriedly asked, "Brother Ma Fu, what's the matter? Why are you looking for me in the middle of the night?" Ma Fu called out from outside the door, "Brother Zhu, open the door quickly, the master has something important to discuss with you." Upon hearing this, Zhu Hu hurriedly dressed while saying, "Brother Ma! I'll go back to the mansion right away." Zhu Hu was afraid that if he opened the door, Ma Fu would barge in and see Qiu Ju, so he didn't open the door immediately. He quickly dressed before running to open the gate, and then pulled Ma Fu along the road towards the mansion. The clever Ma Fu noticed that there were lights on in the rooms inside the courtyard, and that Zhu Hu hadn't locked the gate when he left. So, on the way, he asked Zhu Hu if he had gotten married, and why he hadn't invited everyone for a drink. Zhu Hu gave a vague and evasive answer, which only deepened Ma Fu's suspicions. Zhu Hu returned to the mansion. It turned out that the master had gone to Xishan early that morning on business, so the madam had instructed Zhu Hu to prepare a car. Ma Fu, fearing Zhu Hu might cause trouble, had gone to Zhu Hu's house. Sure enough, at daybreak, Zhu Hu drove the master to Xishan. Everyone in the mansion knew the master wouldn't be back for three days, and Ma Fu knew Zhu Hu would also be gone for three days. So, after dinner, he asked his wife for a short leave and slipped away to Zhu Hu's house. Ma Fu knocked on the door a few times. Qiu Ju, thinking it was Zhu Hu returning, quickly answered and went to open the door. As soon as the gate opened, Qiu Ju froze, and Ma Fu was also stunned. Qiu Ju was most afraid of being seen by people from the mansion. Ma Fu had heard inside the mansion that Qiu Ju had died suddenly from an illness, and there were already rumors about her among the servants. So, seeing Qiu Ju now, he was naturally stunned. But Ma Fu immediately chuckled, stepped through the gate, and closed it behind him. He said to Qiu Ju, "So you're here!" At this moment, Qiu Ju was truly shocked, frightened, and anxious. She said to Ma Fu in a trembling voice, "Brother Ma Fu...you...!" Ma Fu took Qiu Ju's hand and said, "Come on, let's go inside and talk!" At this moment, Qiu Ju was completely terrified and could only follow Ma Fu into the house. Ma Fu pulled Qiu Ju into the bedroom. The bright oil lamp illuminated everything in the room, and a faint fragrance filled the air, making one's mind wander. Ma Fu then sat down on the bed with an air of nonchalance and said to Qiu Ju, "Qiu Ju, you're doing quite well! Everyone in the mansion only knows you're dead, who knew! You and Zhu Hu are living a good life here! Now, come with me, let's go back to the mansion to see Madam!" Upon hearing this, Qiu Ju was terrified and immediately knelt down, saying, "Brother Ma Fu! Please save me and Zhu Hu! Only you know I'm still alive. You've kept this a secret, and we..." "We will never forget your great kindness." Upon hearing this, Ma Fu laughed and said, "Then how will you repay our kindness?" Qiu Ju, seeing a glimmer of hope, quickly replied, "Brother Ma Fu! You've made your promise! As long as it's within our power, you can have anything you want." Ma Fu's lustful eyes lingered on Qiu Ju's beautiful face and graceful figure, and he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart. He said, "How about this? It's not difficult for me to keep quiet. As long as you agree, you can be both my and Zhu Hu's wife!" As Ma Fu spoke, he pulled Qiu Ju up from the ground and made her sit on his lap. Qiu Ju dared not resist, but she also dared not agree, only...Keeping her head down and silent, Ma Fu kissed Qiu Ju on the cheek and said, "So? Tell me quickly! There are only two paths: either come back to the mansion with me to see Madam, or do as I say." Under Ma Fu's urging, Qiu Ju had no choice but to say, "Brother Ma Fu! This isn't something I can agree to alone; Zhu Hu has to be willing too." Upon hearing this, Ma Fu laughed and said, "As long as you agree, that's fine. You and I will discuss it with Zhu Hu together. Zhu Hu went to Xishan with the master today and won't be back in the city for three days! As soon as he returns, I'll come immediately, and the three of us can discuss it together. That way, Zhu Hu and I can take turns accompanying you, and you won't be afraid." "Otherwise, it'll be tough for you to be all alone when he's not home!" Ma Fu said, his hands becoming increasingly erratic. One hand embraced Qiu Ju, reaching for her breasts and caressing her high nipples, while the other hand groped her plump buttocks. Qiu Ju twisted her body and said, "This is so embarrassing!" Ma Fu lewdly began to undress Qiu Ju, saying, "Sister! What's so embarrassing about this? Some women only feel good when three men are fucking them at the same time. Sister! Try it, see if my cock is good!" Ma Fu stripped Qiu Ju completely naked, making her lie on her back on the bed, and then took off his own clothes. When Qiu Ju saw the naked Ma Fu, her heart skipped a beat. Ma Fu and Zhu Hu were completely different types. Ma Fu had dark skin, a long strip of black hair on his chest, and muscles that bulged out in chunks, as if he were full of strength. Although he was not as tall as Zhu Hu, his penis was much thicker and longer than Zhu Hu's. His penis had a large tuft of black hair, about a foot long, and was as thick as a flashlight. Ma Fu fell asleep on the bed. Qiu Ju was about to turn down the oil lamp, but Ma Fu held Qiu Ju's hand. While falling asleep, he put Qiu Ju's little hand on the penis and asked her to hold it. He said, "Don't turn down the lamp, brother can see your slut!" Qiu Ju squeezed the penis hard and said, "Go. Who's yours?" Ma Fu reached out and touched Qiu Ju's vagina. The liquid was already leaking out. Ma Fu rubbed it and said, "You are such a little slut. Your liquid is leaking out, and you are so stubborn!" Qiu Ju stroked her big dick and said, "Hey! I won't come! You are bad...brother! That's it!" "Big cock, I can't take it!" Ma Fu said as he pressed down on Qiu Ju. "You slut! Only a big cock can make you feel good." Qiu Ju touched the thick, big cock and placed it on her vulva. Before it even went in, she was already moaning. Ma Fu thrust in hard, filling her vulva completely, causing Qiu Ju to gasp and gasp, "Ah... Brother... Brother... Slow down..." Ma Fu thrust in again, reaching her G-spot. He didn't immediately thrust in or out, but her vulva already felt a full, pleasurable swelling. Qiu Ju's wanton expression involuntarily showed on her face. Ma Fu asked, "Goodness! Where is my big cock pressing against you now?" As he spoke, he aimed the head of his cock at her clitoris and pressed it against her. Qiu Ju's vaginal fluid had already flowed out, and her voice trembled as she said, "It's...it's pressing against my clitoris...Brother...I've already lost my cum..." Upon hearing this, Ma Fu pressed his cock against her a few more times, then hugged Qiu Ju tightly, so tightly that she could hardly breathe. Ma Fu rubbed his body for a while, the black hair on his chest rubbing against Qiu Ju's delicate white skin, and her nipples were rubbed red. However, Qiuju felt very comfortable, panting and moaning, "Brother...brother...dear brother...dear brother! This is so good for your sister..." At this moment, Ma Fu suddenly pulled his penis back, the large fleshy ridge scraping against her vaginal cavity, sending a tingling sensation through Qiuju. She shivered, but then the large penis thrust back in, sending another wave of tingling pleasure through her clitoris. Qiuju swayed her head from side to side in pleasure. But Ma Fu began to thrust violently, each thrust so forceful that Qiu Ju could only spread her legs apart, limp and unable to move. Her moans turned into groans, and even Qiu Ju herself didn't know what she was saying. Qiu Ju's vagina was almost numb from the thrusting, and her heart was pounding so hard it was almost bursting out of her mouth. She had no strength left to fight back, let alone defend herself. Just then, Ma Fu suddenly grabbed her two pink legs, hoisted them onto his shoulders, and thrust into her harder and harder. This was terrible for Qiu Ju, because her white buttocks were now suspended in the air, her vulva sticking out high, unable to resist. After a few thrusts, Qiu Ju felt a moment of unconsciousness and passed out. Soon, she was violently thrust into a few more times and woke up. Qiu Ju cried out in a trembling voice: "Brother... big cock brother... sister is dying... big cock, hurry up and throw it in..." Ma Fu pressed his thick, hard cock tightly against the core of her vulva and said: "You slut, can't take it anymore?" As he spoke, he thrust in hard again. "Yes... Brother... I can't take it anymore... Big-dicked brother... please... spare me..." Qiu Ju said weakly. "Your big dick hasn't even ejaculated yet, I can't let you off the hook, you little slut! Tell me, do I know how to fuck you?" "Yes, yes, your dick is so big, you're so good at fucking." "Tell me! Tell me, who fucks better, me or Zhu Hu?" "Dear brother... dear brother... you fuck better...!" "Then, you slut! You just call me that, and I'll let you off the hook once I've ejaculated." "Dear brother... I'll call you whatever you want, I'll call you whatever you want... but... brother..." "...Put it in gently...Put your legs down...I can't take it anymore..." "Good girl! You can have me go gentle, but I like you to moan loudly and wantonly, I want you to moan from the bottom of your heart. But you can't put your legs down, I have to spank your fat ass to ejaculate." Ma Fu ejaculated and put his legs down. His snow-white fat ass was already red from being spanked, but Qiu Ju felt very comfortable. Perhaps this was because Qiu Ju was a born masochist! And she and Ma Fu were exactly what she wanted. Ma Fu pulled his big cock out, and his vaginal fluid and semen flowed out from Qiu Ju's vagina at the same time. There was no time to wipe it away, and the sheets were soaked with her big fat ass. Ma Fu lay down and hugged Qiu Ju, asking, "Was it comfortable or not?" "No! It was comfortable, but you were too rough, brother! You probably tore my vagina apart." "Don't worry, my vagina is loose and tight. Even a big child can crawl out of my vagina. No matter how big your penis is, it's still smaller than a child's head!" "Brother! Your butt is swollen from your spanking too! Ah! Stop pinching it, it hurts even more. Did you break it?" "It won't break. If I hadn't spanked your slutty ass, you wouldn't have screamed so loudly! My darling! You moan really well. Scream a couple more times for your brother to hear." "Get lost! Who moans for no reason?" "You won't moan? Fine, wait until I thrust into you until you moan." "Mmm! Brother! I can't take it anymore!" "Then moan for a while, and I'll spare you." "Mmm... dear brother, I can't take it anymore! Spare me! My big-dicked brother, save your energy for tomorrow!" Qiu Ju's voice grew softer and softer, but Ma Fu rubbed Qiu Ju's anus with one finger and said, "Sister! Moan a few more times." "Hmph... hmph... big-dicked brother, big-dicked brother who'll fuck me to death, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to be fucked to death by you." Qiu Ju moaned, sticking out her little tongue to lick Ma Fu's breast, while Ma Fu gently rubbed Qiu Ju's anus. Both of them felt immense pleasure and fell asleep in each other's arms. ---------------------------sixThe pain made her scream loudly. It seemed Qiu Ju's fate was sealed. Logically, living a monogamous life with Zhu Hu would have been quite good, but then she met Ma Fu. Although Ma Fu satisfied Qiu Ju more than Zhu Hu—because during Zhu Hu's three days in Xishan, Ma Fu slept with Qiu Ju every night—Qiu Ju felt that Ma Fu's large penis was enough to make her feel both alive and dead. Moreover, Ma Fu was a master at playing with women, and almost every night he made Qiu Ju beg for mercy before stopping. However, Qiu Ju seemed to have a special fondness for Zhu Hu. Firstly, because Zhu Hu had indeed saved her life; secondly, because Zhu Hu was handsome and dashing, and also a skilled driver—he was a mechanic! Furthermore, Qiu Ju had been married to Zhu Hu and had even paid respects to the Zhu family ancestors. Most importantly, Qiu Ju was over a month pregnant, carrying the Zhu family's offspring. And then, Ma Fu appeared, causing Qiu Ju immense distress. Three days passed quickly. Zhu Hu returned to the mansion, and Ma Fu summoned him to a secluded spot, revealing Qiu Ju's affair. Zhu Hu felt as if he'd been doused with cold water. Ma Fu, still using the excuse of their three-way relationship, pressed Zhu Hu for help. Zhu Hu, like Qiu Ju, felt trapped; agreeing was wrong, refusing was wrong. But after Ma Fu explained to Zhu Hu that Qiu Ju had already agreed and that he had slept with her for three nights, Zhu Hu had no choice but to agree. That night, the two women entered Zhu Hu's house at the same time. Qiu Ju felt both ashamed and guilty upon seeing Zhu Hu, but what was the point of saying anything now that things had already happened? The three of them, each with their own ulterior motives, ate dinner together. During the meal, all three kept their heads down, drinking silently, without a trace of joy. Each harbored different feelings. Fortunately, Ma Fu was sensible; after dinner, he put on his long gown and said, "Brother Zhu Hu! You two have a good chat tonight! I'm going back to my mansion to sleep; I'll come again tomorrow night." With that, he left. After Zhu Hu closed the front door, he went back into the house. Qiu Ju hurriedly cleared away the dishes. Zhu Hu had already gone into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. Qiu Ju followed him into the bedroom, threw herself into Zhu Hu's arms, and began to cry. Seeing Qiuju crying so heartbrokenly, Zhu Hu comforted her. Qiuju tearfully recounted everything that had happened since he left home, expressing her unwillingness to continue like this, and her willingness to belong to Zhu Hu alone for life and death. She also revealed that she was pregnant. Hearing Qiuju's words, Zhu Hu shook his head and sighed, truly realizing this was a difficult problem, and couldn't think of a good solution for the moment. Qiuju was the cleverer one and came up with a solution: escape. The two discussed secretly driving the old man's car from Beiping to Tianjin. In the foreign concession, they would sell the car to pay for their journey, then take a boat to Shanghai. This way, not only would Ma Fu be helpless, but even the old man wouldn't be able to catch them. After they finished discussing it, they decided to escape secretly. After making this decision, they both seemed quite happy because, once they got the chance and stole the car, they would immediately have a bright future. Thus, they completely forgot their painful feelings. As his mood improved, his lust intensified. Zhu Hu began to strip Qiu Ju of her clothes, and soon she was completely naked. Without a word, Zhu Hu pressed down on her. Qiu Ju coquettishly grasped Zhu Hu's large penis and guided it to her vulva, letting out a soft "hmm." Zhu Hu then thrust in forcefully, penetrating all the way in and pressing against the very core of her vulva. Qiu Ju let out a soft "hmm" and began to clench her vulva, tightening and loosening her grip on Zhu Hu's large penis, giving him waves of pleasure. Qiu Ju moaned and groaned, her body constantly squeezing his large penis. Zhu Hu felt incredibly pleasurable and comfortable. Then Qiu Ju lifted her big white buttocks up and down, saying to Zhu Hu, "Brother! Tomorrow I'll pack all the important things, clothes, and money. You must find an opportunity quickly. I really don't want to live like this for another day. I'd rather die than not be with my dear brother." Qiu Ju's intoxicating words filled Zhu Hu with boundless joy. Adding to the excitement, her buttocks swayed up and down, twisting faster and faster, arousing Zhu Hu. He began to thrust violently, Qiu Ju still swaying her buttocks, enduring the powerful thrusts of his large penis. After more than two hundred thrusts, Zhu Hu couldn't help but ejaculate. The hot semen scalded her vulva, and Qiu Ju trembled as she ejaculated at the same time. The sensation of both of them ejaculating simultaneously was incredibly pleasurable and comfortable. They held each other tightly until Zhu Hu's penis shrank to the point that it slid out of her vulva on its own. Only then did they slowly fall asleep. Before dawn, Zhu Hu had already gotten up, dressed, and hurriedly returned to the mansion. Qiu Ju was lazy and slept until noon. After eating a little food, she carefully packed two trunks, putting their clothes, jewelry, and money inside, preparing to escape with Zhu Hu at any time. After dinner, Qiu Ju was already in bed, half asleep, when she heard someone knocking on the door. She hurried to open it and saw Ma Fu running in. As soon a

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