The Story of the Black Mule

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The wild maiden said, "I saw a huge snake in the vegetable garden earlier this morning!"

Black Mule asked, "Where?" He scrambled up, his bare back jutting out, the spine of his oily back rippling under
his skin .

The wild maiden slapped his bare back; a sharp, clean "smack," like swatting a mosquito in the dark.

Black Mule, seemingly unaffected, just stared.

The wild maiden fell silent, thinking: This man is really annoying. He says he wants to chat, but he gets up!

The wild maiden liked to sleep close to him; his flesh was undulating, warm and rough against her, thick, solid, and
comfortable . She twisted her leg and rubbed against him again, the icy slippery surface meeting the thick heat. Their thighs touched, and both of them
shuddered.

Black Mule got hard again. This male donkey! He hasn't even rested long, and he's making it impossible for her to sleep!

The wild maiden turned away, and sure enough, Black Mule reached out to nudge her, but she deliberately ignored him.

The black mule was panting heavily. He parted her white thighs, which were pressed against his back, and entered her. It was like a thick
tree branch, too rough and painful, but the wild nun endured it.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." The wild nun dared not make a sound. Her parents-in-law were sleeping next door; it would
be shameful if they heard!

The black mule was cutting into the wild nun like a sickle, back and forth, dragging her. Water came out, and

the sound of "splat, splat" rang out. The black mule moved even more vigorously, and the bed began to shake, making "ee-yah-yah" noises. The wild
nun cried out, "Gently...gently...you damn mule!"

The black mule panted heavily, "You don't like it?...Huh? I'm making you unhappy? Huh?...You're pretending!"

The wild nun lifted her buttocks and tried her best to push back, her upper body huddled on the bamboo mat,
humming in a muffled voice, still not daring to make a sound. Her legs were wet and oily.

With a "smack," Black Mule slapped her snow-white, high buttocks. He loved doing this, like riding a rocking horse as
a child , shouting "Giddy up! Giddy up!" He treated the wild maiden like a horse,
never tiring of it, three or four times a day. Strangely enough, the wild maiden, aside from the initial period after marrying him, now enjoyed it, and
would tease him every now and then.

The wild maiden gasped softly, "You bastard!...Don't slap me!...The neighbors can hear!...Ah!"

Black Mule gave her a hard slap. Black Mule loved to play, loved making her pretend.
What did it matter if her father and mother heard? They were over sixty, and they did it every day, didn't they? Thinking of his mother's plump buttocks, Black Mule made even louder noises,
spreading the wild maiden's white buttocks and thrusting hard, the bed sounding like it was falling apart, crashing against the wall with a "thud, thud."

The old man next door coughed, but it was the mother who spoke: "Mule... rest!... You have to go to
the fields this afternoon."

The black mule lay motionless behind the wild girl, who made a low "gurgling" sound, her lower body itching terribly.

The black mule pressed the wild girl down beneath him, flattening her like a pancake. He pounded away, twisting his rump and slowly grinding against her, their
lower bodies pressed together, making no more noise, and the neighbors fell silent. In the middle of the day, the black mule's sweat had soaked through the wild
girl's body.

The wild girl looked like a plucked hen, her clothes loose, and as she stepped out of the house, she bumped into her mother-in-law's gloomy
face. The wild girl didn't dare utter a sound, crouching low, she grabbed a rake and went to turn the rice. She was already blaming the black mule again, that
donkey!

Black Mule, full of boundless energy, strode out of the house with a rough face and a loud shout: "Time to work in the fields!"

His mother came over, straightened his collar, and muttered a complaint: "A grown man like him, doesn't he take care of
himself ..."

Black Mule, impatient, grunted: "Going!"

His mother looked at him with teary eyes: "Come home early... don't be so carefree."

Black Mule said: "I know!"

Black Mule went to the fields, finished his own plot, but then went to his second cousin's vegetable garden. His

second cousin was indeed still there. It was truly difficult for a woman, raising two young children; she looked like a shadow of her former self.

The sun was still lingering on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the valley, like in a movie. His second cousin's bent body
looked yellow and old, yet a strange feeling touched Black Mule's heart.

Black Mule couldn't bear to look; he wanted to carry her to the bank of the field to rest while he worked the land himself. But as he approached, he couldn't
utter a sound, only letting out a muffled groan. Second Sister-in-law looked up, her face still bewildered. She saw him, gave a silent smile as a greeting,
and then buried herself in her work. Her face was both haggard and delicate, and Black Mule felt a pang of sympathy for her. Black

Mule asked, "Digging?"

Second Sister-in-law replied, head down , "Digging.

" Black Mule asked, "Planting vegetables?" Second Sister-in-law replied, "Planting vegetables." Black Mule said, "It's getting dark." Second Sister-in-law said, "It gets dark quickly." Black Mule grunted twice and said, "I'll help you dig, hurry!" Second Sister-in-law looked around in surprise, but didn't look at Black Mule. She lowered her head again: "Don't!" Black Mule felt a pang of sadness, but made up his mind. He silently got to the ground, about two sections of vegetable patch away from Second Sister-in-law, and started working . Second Sister-in-law said, "Don't!...It's not good if someone sees!" Black Mule muttered, "I won't do anything wrong!" He worked hard, turning over a large clump of mud, as if he were fighting with someone . Second Sister-in-law sighed, stopped working, and watched him. The black mule moved forward as if walking, turning the field upside down in no time . The ground was dry and firm, but that didn't faze the black mule. Every time he lowered the hoe, it felt like something heavy had struck the earth, making Second Sister-in-law's heart tremble. This was a man! Women couldn't compare. The sky was darkening, and apart from the two of them, there wasn't a soul in the entire valley. They looked at each other, but their vision blurred. A breeze blew, cooling their sweat-dampened backs. Lights began to appear in the distance. Second Sister-in-law, her hair loose, watched the black mule silently, wanting to speak several times, but seeing his determined face, she didn't dare. "Never mind," she thought, "I haven't done anything wrong! Let them talk. " The black mule raised the hoe and lowered it again. Looking at it, it wasn't a person, but a shadow, so heavy, so powerful. Could a shadow have such strength? So he's still a man, even more manly ! Just a few years ago he was a little brother, always coming over to sneak a bite of meat, and now he's a grown man. Sigh! Black Mule had peeked at her while she was bathing; her second cousin's wife knew, but she hadn't told anyone. They hadn't greeted each other much in the past two years, so Black Mule probably remembered it, hence his embarrassment? Her second cousin's wife didn't know why she suddenly remembered this, and a panic gripped her. In this darkness, alone in the wilderness, where no one could see them, wasn't that inappropriate?

The second cousin's wife finally spoke: "Mule, it's getting late...you..."

Black Mule knew what she was going to say: "Almost done, almost done, I'll go home after I finish this!"

The second cousin's wife's heart skipped a beat. How could she have only heard the word "finish"?! There was a slight itch between her legs. She was truly
lost and embarrassed!

Black Mule worked, his body trembling. The sky was pressing down, and why were his thoughts wandering?
The , his sister-in-law, why was her blurry body so alluring?

The dark sky made it hard for Black Mule to breathe. His hands were no longer his own, turning
the ground with each stroke, while his mind was in turmoil. This was not good! Something bad would happen! The woman's willow-like white body kept flashing in his mind
, and Black Mule felt a dryness and pain in his chest and throat.

"Ah!..." Second Sister-in-law cried out in surprise. Black Mule lunged forward: "What?!"

Second Sister-in-law trembled with fear: "Snake!...Snake..." Her body tilted, landing right in Black Mule's arms.

"Where? Where?... " Black Mule asked, but it felt like a snake was inside him. He trembled all over, his arms tightening,
pulling the snake's waist into his embrace, leaving only a slender waist and buttocks bent on the ground.

"There are a lot of snakes at this time of year..." Black Mule explained in a trembling voice, as if he too was afraid of snakes, holding her body tighter and tighter.
Second Sister-in-law's loose hair was under his nose, her body as limp as a lump of snake. Black Mule's palm covered a soft mass
of flesh, kneading it vigorously. The mass of flesh, like dough, twisted and deformed.

Black Mule became hard again, his thing poking into the woman's exposed, smooth white waist, as if trying to pierce a hole.
Neither spoke, panting as if they had just emerged from underwater.

Black Mule, emboldened, slipped his hand inside the woman's clothes. Second Sister-in-law whimpered, "No...no..."

Her body struggled like a scattering snake, sinking heavily to the ground.

Black Mule's rough hands entered Second Sister-in-law's bosom, kneading her breasts, the dirt clinging to them getting
onto her nipples. His cold fingers touched her warm breasts, sinking in as if unable to pull out.

Second Sister-in-law's breasts were smaller than the wild maid's, soft and supple, boneless, so tender they could melt your hand. Black Mule, fueled by
a forbidden madness, grew bolder, unbuttoning the woman's trousers, about to pull up her panties!

Second Sister-in-law struggled, and the two women exchanged a glance in the dim light, both seemingly terrified. Black Mule's trousers
bulged high, his body arched, and he knelt down again: "Sister-in-law..." he cried out, about to sob.

Second Sister-in-law, panting, turned her head away, her body trembling. When she turned back, her pale, haggard face, hidden by disheveled hair,
looked unusually alluring. He placed his hand on Black Mule's face, giving it only a light touch. Before she could utter a sound, Black Mule pounced on her
.

He pulled down her trousers, revealing her soft, white legs, leaving only a pair of loose, baggy floral
shorts . They were thin and loose. Black Mule didn't remove them; his hand slipped inside. It was soaking wet; the pubic hair
was fine and smooth, completely different from that of a wild maiden!

Black Mule's head was about to explode. He pulled down half of the shorts, and his hard thing thrust in from below. He was going to die! So
tight, so soft and slippery, the wetness was like bubbling syrup, the more he stirred, the more there was. On the wild ground, the black mule was as wild as a mad
bull, charging and crashing about. The tender flesh between her thighs was slammed against it with a series of "slap, slap" sounds, and her screams
carried far and wide, unrestrained and reckless!

The black mule lifted her legs high, as if they weighed nothing, and her lower body was raised off the ground. A thick,
hard thing thrust in and out relentlessly, as if the lustful fluids she had been holding back for years would never run out.
Waves , one after another, and even the black mule's large member couldn't stay inside her, constantly slipping out.

With a sudden burst of strength, the black mule tore her flowered panties to shreds, wiping them down below, drying them, and then thrusting in again. After
several rounds, the flesh around her vulva was swollen from the thrusting, yet she kept crying out, "Don't stop... ah... ah... do
n't stop... ah... ah..." The second cousin felt both pain and itchiness, a throbbing itch inside her, about
to be released in a moment of intense pleasure.

Suddenly, the black mule pulled out, leaving the second cousin's wife feeling empty and uncomfortable. She frantically grabbed at the ground, shouting, "What are you doing?... What are you doing
?!"

The black mule lifted her by her legs, flipped her up, and
started the second cousin's wife cried out, "Oh! Oh!" "What are you doing? Stop playing around... Hurry... Hurry..."

The black mule asked, "Hurry what? Huh?... "

The second cousin's wife was mortified, "Hurry... that!"

The black mule asked, "Hurry which one?"

The second cousin's wife swayed her buttocks back and forth, "Hurry... insert it..."

The black mule placed his hard object at the entrance of her vagina and asked, "Do you like it?"

The second cousin's wife said, "I... like it!"

The black mule asked, "Do you get to be played with every day?"

The second cousin's wife said shyly, "Yes... I get to be played with every day... It's almost here!..."

The black mule shouted loudly, "It's coming!" and thrust violently, trying to send the second cousin's wife flying. The second cousin's wife's screams
became shrill again, and the screams drifted into the fields.

Finally, the black mule cried out joyfully, "Giddy up! Giddy up!" He slapped his second cousin
's soft, loose buttocks while thrusting into her vagina... just like he'd dreamt of years ago.

His second cousin, suppressing a wave of shame, endured each heavy thrust. The black mule's hard member, like a dough stick, pounded heavily
into her vagina, splashing her juices. It was coming! It was coming! Closer and closer, like distant thunder,
it over her. "Ah!..." His second cousin cried out, her buttocks trembling, and her juices suddenly gushed out,
startling the black mule. So much water! Like a fountain in the field, it soaked him completely.

From then on, his second cousin's vagina was transformed; her complexion became increasingly rosy and beautiful. The black mule became infatuated with
the vegetable garden , going there every few days to have sex with his second cousin.

The snakes in the vegetable garden grew fatter and fatter.

II. The Whip's Heat

(I)

After a few days of stifling cold, heavy snow finally fell from the sky.

Black Mule, his feet soaked with snow, stepped over the threshold. Before the steaming stove, someone was sobbing softly.

"What are you crying about?!"

Black Mule saw his sister, her hair disheveled, tears streaming down her face.

"I can't survive... I won't make it through the New Year... Waaah...!"

The woman's dark forehead trembled, the firelight reflecting off her full breasts, a warm, fleshy sensation emanating from them.

"You hit me again?! You beast!"

Black Mule turned and charged out.

"Mule!...Mule...! Don't be violent! It's the New Year..."

Mother cried after him, but Black Mule was long gone.

Black Mule appeared at the village office entrance, his face grim. Several men playing cards turned to look at him.

The brother-in-law's face turned completely white, and he couldn't move his feet.

"Mule... don't do anything rash!" someone advised.

Black Mule grabbed the brother-in-law by the neck, and the brother-in-law kicked wildly, scattering the card table: "What are you doing?
What are you doing...?"

Black Mule didn't say a word, but swung his hand, and the brother-in-law fell against the wall, then sat on the ground, and then crawled
away.

Black Mule blocked the doorway. The brother-in-law was terrified: "She... she's so talkative. I... tried to persuade her a few times..."

"How did you persuade her?!" The voice was so heavy it was like a hammer.

The brother-in-law lowered his head: "At least give me some face... go home and talk? Huh? Don't do it here..."

Black Mule snorted, took a step forward, and the brother-in-law quickly took a few steps back: "Don't do anything rash... we can
talk things out!"

"Pah! If you dare to touch my sister again... I'll break your bones!"

The brother-in-law's legs trembled as he watched Black Mule leave.

The people nearby grumbled, "Brother-in-law is afraid of his brother-in-law, that's rare!"

The brother-in-law was deaf and didn't hear what they were saying.

(II)

Da Niu was killing a dog behind the house. Da Niu was killing a dog behind the house. Black Mule came.

"Bitch!" "

Bitch!

" "Eating dog for the New Year?

" "Eating! Why don't we eat it?!

" "Give it to me

!" "What...?" Da Niu knew in his heart that he was hesitating because he felt the money was burning his hands.

"Ai Jie's family... owes you money!"

"Sigh, sigh... what are you busy with? Gambling, isn't it urgent..."

Black Mule turned and left, leaving behind the words, "I owe you money, but if you bully Ai Jie, you'll be sorry!"

Da Niu didn't know what to say: "No, not yet... Xiong bullied your sister, Ai Jie and I grew up together
... what are you doing?"

Black Mule coughed back from a distance.

The sun hung obliquely on the horizon, without bringing any warmth. The afternoon wind picked up and made people shiver.

It was freezing inside; only by getting close to the stove could one feel a little warmth. The pot lid was lifted, and steam billowed out
, engulfing Black Mule's face. As the steam dissipated, Black Mule's hard face was revealed. He glanced at his sister out of the corner of his eye:
"Don't cry...what are you crying about?"

His sister stopped crying, turning her face away. Though her eyes were red and swollen, her features still looked delicate, streaked with
tears, her hair disheveled, making her appear even more fragile and beautiful than usual.

A wicked urge surged within Black Mule, and his manhood stirred, filling his lower body. Black Mule
moved closer to the stove edge, pressing himself against the earthen wall. His mother, shaking her ladle, didn't see it; the wild maid, carrying firewood into the stove,
also didn't see it; only his sister saw it.

The older sister blushed, leaning forward to make way for her sister-in-law, her mind in turmoil: "If it weren't for the fact that my brother and I couldn't get married,
this wild nun wouldn't be here... What does she have that I don't?!"

Looking at the wild nun's high, rounded buttocks, the older sister felt intense jealousy: "That butt is so nice, so round
!"

The wild nun was adding firewood to the stove, and the older sister kept leaning forward to make room for her. Her waist, her hips, folded
and taut, their curves showing through her thick clothes. The wild nun's face above her buttocks, her eyes rolling,
the siblings exchanged a glance, both of them instantly aroused.

The older sister simply stood up, circled the kitchen, seemingly unable to find a suitable place to stand, and
went to the back room. Black Mule stamped his feet, feeling terribly cold, and went back inside as well.

The wild nun's lips trembled: "Beast...beast...doing things inhuman!"
She added .

"What are you doing burning that big thing?!" the mother-in-law scolded.

The wild maiden remained silent, tears welling in her eyes, which she forcefully held back.

(III)

With each step, Black Mule shivered from the cold. He knew his sister was inside, and he was walking towards her.

Before his sister's marriage, she had tripped in the house, and Black Mule rushed to help her, and
that's how they ended up having sex. Afterwards, while their parents were asleep, his sister would often sneak into Black Mule's bed, until she became heavily pregnant. Then
she hurriedly found someone to marry her off. His niece was actually Black Mule's own child, and he always felt indebted to her for this:
"If it weren't for me, how could my sister, with her looks and qualities, have chosen that skinny scoundrel?"

On his sister's wedding day, Black Mule went, and while his brother-in-law was drunk, he took his place and consummated the marriage with his sister.
His sister had actually married him!

After that, the siblings never had sex again.

They thought no one knew about it.

Black Mule walked on, hesitating: such a deeply hidden secret, don't let a moment of impulse ruin it!

But a force was pulling him forward involuntarily. Black Mule remembered a time when his parents weren't
home, in the middle of the day, he and his sister had done *that*, stripping his sister naked. The flesh on her body...it
burned him to the core!

"Sister…!" Black Mule cried out in his heart, his steps unsteady, as if drunk. Even if the sky were to
fall , he would keep going!

A dry fire burned in his throat, his eyes were stinging and misty. Black Mule pushed open the door and saw his sister tying
her belt by the chamber pot. His sister saw him, stopped, and stared blankly at him.

"Sister…!" Black Mule called out in a dry voice, approaching step by step, panting heavily.

The woman's waist fell into his hands, the white flesh turned inside, he touched!

His sister gasped, "Hurry…don't let anyone see…!"

Black Mule didn't answer, but pinned her against the door, pulled down her pants, and rushed in. Still so slippery…still so
wet! The black mule went wild, thrusting its hips repeatedly, shoving a thick thing deep inside. The door
trembled , and the siblings' breaths mingled, rapid and suppressed.

"Bang! Bang!..." The door slammed shut twice, startling the siblings. Their movements
paused , then resumed.

The older sister gasped, "Faster...faster...!"

The black mule panted as it thrust, squeezing and rubbing against the door, making a creaking sound.

The older sister sobbed softly, "I can't make a sound...I can't let anyone hear!"

The black mule groaned and stopped, panting. The older sister couldn't take it anymore and reached out to tear at the black mule's clothes.

The black mule pulled out and nudged the older sister's body. The older sister understood, bent over, and raised her large white buttocks. The
black mule entered from behind and moved a couple of times. The older sister was so shaken that she lost her balance and grabbed at the bed railing.
Only then did the black mule get going, slapping and slapping against the older sister's white buttocks. The bed was pulled and rattled
loudly by the older sister, but the two of them didn't care anymore.

Hearing his sister's long-lost soft moans, Black Mule's white buttocks were bruised and red, and
white foam oozed from the cleft. His sister's anus convulsed, opening and closing, and he knew she was about to come, so he thrust harder.

"Ugh...ugh...!"

Yes, yes, that's the sound! His sister's climax was like a low cry. Black Mule groaned a few times,
his whole body excited beyond control. "Squeak!" He broke the bed railing and pounced on his sister,
ejaculating wildly ...

(IV)

Wild Maiden's heart was churning with tears in her eyes. She wanted to rush into the house and not care about anything! But she
couldn't move her feet, and she couldn't get up from the stool in front of the stove.

"You damned Mule!...Don't think you don't know...!" Wild Maiden's heart ached, and she cried.

That time she went to her sister's house to deliver something, her sister wasn't there, and her brother-in-law was lying crookedly on the broken sofa. On a hot day, his thin belly
was exposed . Wild Maiden put down the things and wanted to leave, but her brother-in-law grabbed her. Wild Girl was strong and easily threw the skinny scoundrel into
the corner.

"If Mule knew, he'd skin you alive!" Wild Girl said angrily.

"He wouldn't dare...?" Scoundrel's brother-in-law chuckled, "He keeps everything to himself!"

"Pah! You're talking nonsense!" Wild Girl's heart pounded. She had vaguely heard about
things that Black Mule and her second cousin-in-law didn't know, and she thought her brother-in-law knew too.

"Hmph! His sister and brother are up to no good, and you're still protecting them?... Let them have some fun, that way they won't
suffer any losses!"

The wild maiden was a little dizzy, unable to believe it: "Nonsense!"

"Don't lie, look who Niu Niu looks like?"

"Pah!" So that's what it is, the wild maiden felt relieved: "A nephew looks like his uncle, what's so strange about that?"

"You don't know..." Her brother-in-law clung to her: "When they got married... they took advantage of her being drunk... actually, Niu...

"

The wild maiden was stunned, unable to speak. Her brother-in-law took the opportunity to pull at her clothes, but she pushed him against the table leg and bumped him. The thin
man was furious and threatened to tell the whole village.

"Don't...!" The wild maiden panicked and grabbed the thin man's clothes.

Her brother-in-law stripped her naked. The wild nun, tears welling in her eyes, cried out in her heart, "You damned mule... I'm
suffering ."

The wild nun was plump and had fair skin. Her brother-in-law was so excited he couldn't resist saying, "It's so wonderful... Your body is
so beautiful..."

The wild nun closed her eyes and only whimpered, "Hurry up... Don't wait for my sister to come back..."

"What are you afraid of? She's not clean herself!" Her brother-in-law panted as he worked her, saliva dripping onto her white breasts:
"It's better if she sees it, let her watch from the side..."

The wild nun became anxious and squeezed her legs tightly around her brother-in-law's waist. The brother-in-law cried out in pleasure, "Aww
, aww, so good! That mule's slut is so good!"

The wild maiden, filled with shame and indignation, shed tears, silently cursing, "That damned mule... that damned mule...!"

The skinny man, however, was in high spirits, thrusting and touching her all over, playing with her: "Tsk tsk... such
white flesh, such big breasts... so much pubic hair... such a big ass!"

Afraid of being discovered, the wild maiden had to unleash the same slutty energy she had with the black mule, making noises that echoed throughout the room, finally managing to coax the skinny
man into ejaculating.

Afterwards, the brother-in-law kept praising her: "She's so much better than that skinny woman at home... her moans are so arousing
."

The wild maiden covered her face and ran away.

(V)

In the darkness, after dinner, the black mule went to the pigsty.

As soon as he squatted down, a light shone from the neighboring pigsty, and through the large gap, he could see that it was Da Niu's wife.

The two latrines were separated by only a few wooden planks; one side was groping in the dark, while the other could see everything clearly. Black Mule felt
uncomfortable and grunted.

Big Ox's wife recognized him: "Is that Mule? Going to the outhouse? Have you eaten?"

"Yes, I have." Black Mule couldn't figure out what was going on with this woman. She knew he was there, and the woman was still rustling and unbuckling
her belt, talking all the while.

"Why aren't you lighting a fire? Can't you see clearly?" the woman next door asked.

Black Mule frowned, turned his head, and saw that the woman next door had her pants down, her large white buttocks
swaying as she searched for a spot. She accidentally sticks up, her pubic area clearly visible.

"I won't let that wild girl poop here anymore," Black Mule thought.

"Pfft…!" A loud fart came from next door, followed by a simultaneous urination and defecation.

Black Mule felt an erection; he was squatting too low, and his erection almost landed on the pile of excrement below. He quickly raised his buttocks
and shifted .

"Are you done?" someone asked from next door, hearing the noise.

Startled, Black Mule let out a loud fart, a "bang" like a cannon shot.

Big Ox's wife said, "You're in good shape, yet your farts are so loud. Big Ox gambles day and night, he's
weak, even after eating dog meat he can't do 'that,' sigh…!"

Black Mule shrank back, speechless.

Big Ox's wife paused in her defecation, then released all her urine, a loud, forceful "hiss" sound filling Black Mule's
ears . Black Mule, aroused, held his breath, his erection hardening.

"Hmm…hmm…" someone next door struggled to relieve themselves.

Big Ox and Black Mule had grown up together, and Black Mule had been his best man at his wedding. His once incredibly beautiful and
shy bride had become like this in less than two years, Black Mule couldn't help but sigh.

Remembering Big Ox's wife's shy demeanor during their wedding night festivities, a surge of desire rose within Black Mule. Peeking furtively through
the crack in , he saw Da Niu's wife with her back to him. Her two round buttocks were spread wide apart, with a
concave groove in the middle. The area around her anus was smooth, and a hard piece of excrement hung in the middle. Thick, blue semen covered her thighs and
calves, leaving only her large, round, white buttocks exposed, which looked exceptionally alluring.

Black Mule's breathing became heavy. The woman next door, being very perceptive, noticed and turned around to shine a torch:
"Come and see! You good-for-nothing!"

Black Mule blushed with shame, hurriedly wiped his buttocks with some straw paper, and was about to get up and leave.

The woman next door muttered under her breath, "Coward! All talk and no action."

These words tickled Black Mule's heart, and he sprang to life, shouting, "Who wouldn't dare? Huh? Who wouldn't dare? ...

Hmph!" He used these words to cover his embarrassment as he bypassed the vegetable garden and rushed towards the neighbor's house.

Big Ox's wife cried out in surprise. She quickly wiped her bottom and straightened up, but Black Mule was already upon her. Big Ox's wife
, however, fell silent, her trousers still unzipped, her eyes fixed intently on Black Mule.

Black Mule suddenly felt a pang of guilt, wanting to back down, his body trembling.

Da Niu's wife finally blushed with shame, turning to the side to pull up her trousers. Suddenly, Black Mule erupted, rushing forward and
grabbing the woman: "Who wouldn't dare?! What do you mean, 'wouldn't dare'?!"

The woman's hand trembled, and her trousers slipped down. She hurriedly picked them up, her face darting around in panic: "Let go...

I know you dare..." She rolled around, but remained in Black Mule's arms.

"Too late, too late...!" Black Mule muttered, his hands sliding over the woman's flesh inside her trousers,
unable to stop.

The woman's body trembled, her voice shaking: "So shameful... so shameful!"

Black Mule, his hands wet, opened his head wide, pressed the woman against the outhouse, tore off a pile of dry straw, and prepared to
have his way with her.

Big Ox's wife pushed him away, saying, "It stinks...it's so smelly...it's freezing cold...don't do it here
..."

Black Mule ignored her, pushing up the woman's clothes, revealing her large breasts, which tumbled out and were grabbed and
pinched by Black Mule's large hands.

"Ouch..." the woman cried, covering her face. The torch was stuck in the latrine door, illuminating a large, white body, smooth from the breasts
down , enough to drive Black Mule wild!

Big Ox's wife's genitals were extremely plump, forming a high mound of flesh, which Black Mule could wring out water from in his hands.
Sure enough, water flowed out, and the dark hair below was all wet.

Black Mule was aroused, his hands grabbing wildly below.

"Gently!...Gently!...You damned mule."

Black Mule laughed pantingly, pushing the woman's hands away from her face. The two looked at each other, the woman biting her lip, looking at him with a mixture of
shyness and reproach.

Even the wildest woman would have to show her coquettishness at this moment! Black Mule thought to himself. Looking at her face, his lower body suddenly
flared . His already erect member tilted upwards, his thick neck gleaming, making the woman stare in disbelief
. She unconsciously reached out to touch it, but pulled her hand back halfway.

"Touch it, why aren't you touching it?" Black Mule teased the woman.

Big Ox's wife slapped his hand, making it jump a few times. The woman chuckled, her face flushed. Black Mule
vaguely recalled the allure of his bride from years ago, and couldn't resist. He lifted the woman's leg, and with a "plop," thrust
inside . The woman froze for a moment, then wrapped her arms around him, touching his feet.

"She's incredibly seductive!" Black Mule thought. "My sister and the wild nun rarely react this quickly!"

The black mule moved a few times, the dry straw beneath him rustling softly. The woman's head bumped against the latrine
wall , her head darting away, but the black mule only became more aroused, thrusting even harder. The woman's body slammed against
the latrine wall repeatedly, her mouth uttering incoherent cries.

The black mule pushed her legs up, bending them against her chest, and thrust in and out with great force. Soon,
the woman screaming frantically, her legs kicking and struggling against the black mule's hands. The black mule gripped her ankles tightly, his thrusts becoming
even more vigorous.

Suddenly, he smelled a fresh, foul odor. The black mule paused, noticing a yellowish
sheen , realizing he had ejaculated all of her unfinished business.

A surge of lustful fire suddenly burned within him, and he thrust into her again with brutal force. "Thud," "thud," the sounds of impact rang out,
accompanied by the woman's trembling cries: "Oh dear, don't... you damned mule... don't...!"

(VI)

As Black Mule lay down, the wild nun reached out and touched something soft.

Black Mule had drunk some wine at dinner and pretended to be drunk: "Hmm... hum hum!" He turned over.

Strangely, there was no sound behind him for a long time. Black Mule turned around and was startled: the wild nun was staring straight at
him!

Black Mule muttered something and tried to pretend to fall asleep. The wild nun, however, expressionlessly stripped off her clothes. Black Mule couldn't
understand and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

The wild nun didn't answer and threw her clothes aside one by one.

Black Mule panicked: "I'm sleepy tonight, I'll do it tomorrow..."

Wild Maiden puffed out her cheeks: "I'm not sleepy!...When have you ever said you're sleepy?!"

Black Mule felt guilty, his lower body became even weaker, and he coaxed: "Auntie...I'll wait for you to call me auntie...
can you rest for a while?"

Wild Maiden stared at him, tears secretly streaming down her face.

Black Mule was both panicked and startled, and reached out to touch her, comforting her: "What? What?" Wild Maiden wrapped her naked body around him, holding him tightly, tears streaming down her face. Black Mule wiped the tears from the corners of

her eyes with a mixture of fear and apprehension . With her naked body in his arms, and seeing her pitiful and novel appearance, his lower body suddenly came alive. Without a sound, he pushed Wild Maiden down... Wild Maiden asked breathlessly: "Today...why are you so energetic?" Her voice gradually became more intimate, soft and coquettish. He had already lost control twice, but Black Mule still wouldn't stop. Oh, the relentless black mule! III. Black Mule's Rape of His Mother In the sweltering midday heat, not a breath of wind stirred, the air thick with a maddening stillness. The entire village was silent, no one making a sound, not even the dogs barked; a stifling tension threatened to burst from one's chest. Mother, having finished combing her hair in the courtyard, dampened it with water, wiping her forehead. The woman, well over fifty, looked as graceful as a young woman fresh from a bridal sedan chair. She took a few steps and spoke: "Mule, keep an eye on things. Mother's going to the temple; she might be late!" With that, she gathered the rotten vegetable leaves piled on the pond, her fat rear swaying eerily. Black Mule silently exhaled the last puff of smoke, tossing the cigarette butt far away. He watched as the woman turned her back and went into the main room. After squatting quietly for a while, Black Mule suddenly jolted, leaping off the numb wooden stake, straightening his back. A moment of dizziness washed over him. He steadied himself, his body swaying unsteadily, and followed her inside. Marie's room was dark, the curtains thick and opaque. The kitchen cabinet was open, and at first glance, no one seemed to be inside. But then, behind the bed curtains, a woman huddled in a corner, her bodice slightly open, revealing a glimpse of her sagging breasts . Her hands trembled as she changed her clothes. Hearing the noise, she quickly covered herself. It was her son! Standing in the doorway, his thick frame like a wall. Marie relaxed her elbows, scolding, "You didn't make a sound, you scared me to death!" Black Mule didn't answer, but took a step forward. Marie lifted one side of her bodice, and Black Mule took it, pulling off one sleeve for her. Her bare shoulder was a smooth expanse of white flesh. Marie stretched out another arm, and Black Mule pulled off the other one, revealing the woman's full back . Black Mule casually ran his hand across her back. "Smack!" Marie slapped his arm. Black Mule snorted twice, as if laughing, and Marie laughed too.

A fly buzzed around in the room, then landed on the old woman's withered breast. Mama tried to shoo it away, but
her son's hand was faster; the fly flew away, but his hand remained on it.

"Don't pull it off!" Mama pinched his hand hard, her ears turning red. "Hand me my
clothes ."

Black Mule didn't listen, his hand sliding down until it reached the woman's waistband. The woman stiffened, closing her eyes and
murmuring , "Going to the temple...going to the temple...we can't do that."

Black Mule didn't say anything, pulling the old woman close to her neck, turning her head so they kissed. Mama
's lips were dry, igniting a fire in Black Mule's mouth, and his hands began to grope and thrash.

The old woman gasped, "What a sin...we're going to see the Buddha...let go!" Her

last words were harsh.

But the son was never obedient; one hand slipped inside his mother's pants, pulling down the leg,
almost knocking her over.

"Ouch...!"

The woman lost her balance and grabbed her son's shoulder and neck to keep from falling. With a "smack," she
slapped him across the face.

Mother and son were stunned, speechless for a moment. After a while, Mali said softly, "Go...
close ."

Black Mule closed the door and turned around; the woman had already loosened her belt.

Mali's pubic hair was long and black, clinging to her vulva like two tangled tufts of grass, the flesh in the middle a withered yellow, somewhat wrinkled
. Black Mule was obsessed with this; after touching it a couple of times and glancing at it, his penis was already erect.

Mali grasped Black Mule's genitals, slightly out of breath: "Did that wild maid go back to her parents' house again?"

"Yes."

"When will she be back?"

"I don't know."

Mali's lower body was slow to wet, and Black Mule rubbed and prodded his penis against the vulva as the mother and son talked.

"Shall we go in?"

"Wait a little longer."

Black Mule's hands slid down Mali's back, gradually reaching her buttocks. The woman's body suddenly trembled,
and she sighed , "...Go in."

Black Mule made a "hmm" sound, his large penis head pointing straight up, aimed at the crevice, and sank in.

"Hmm...hmm hmm..."

Mali's eyes were somewhat unfocused, and her hands on Black Mule's shoulders clenched tightly, as if waiting for something. Her son's
penis was gradually swallowed completely.

"Slow down...I'm getting old...my back hurts."

"...I know."

Saying that, the thing went in, like being enveloped in a hot, moist cave, sticky and warm, and she couldn't help but
thrust in and out.

Mali's stiff face looked like she was crying, her brows were furrowed, her hair was disheveled, and she looked somewhat young.

Black Mule's heart stirred with desire. He panted heavily, thrusting harder, and Mama
swayed with his movements. Her pale hand fell from her son's shoulder to her back, aimlessly groping. The old bed creaked at the same time
.

"Mule...slow down...!"

Mama groaned like a patient, her appearance unusually frail.

"Hmm! Hmm!"

Her son didn't hear her immediately and continued thrusting.

"Mule...Mule...Mom's dizzy."

Mama's expression now showed joy, her lips trembling and parting slightly. Her eyes narrowed to slits,
like someone with presbyopia who couldn't see clearly.

"Like this...is it good...is it good?"

Black Mule moved slowly, withdrawing one hand and sliding it along the woman's chest and ribs, grabbing one breast. Some flesh remained in
the sac , rolling around, and with a squeeze, it was all at the tip. Black Mule squeezed it lightly.

"Eeoh...eeoh...!"

The woman's joyful expression grew more pronounced, and her squinting eyes quietly closed.

Black Mule's hands were sweaty and cold as he slid his palms down from her breasts to her abdomen. The woman's abdomen was plump and soft, with a cool, smooth
feel , quite pleasant to the touch.

"Hmm...hehe..."

The son's hands roamed over his mother's body, tickling her and finally making her laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

Mother tried hard to suppress her laughter: "You've been naughty since you were little...you always love to grope around..."

Black Mule himself didn't realize: "Really?"

Mother laughed breathlessly: "Back then, when I was doing that with your father, heaven knows you reached out a hand and touched...touched that place
...it scared your father to death..."

"Really?! Really?!"

Black Mule became excited upon hearing this, thrusting his hips a few times. Mother whimpered and couldn't utter
a word .

At this moment, a gust of wind came, lifting a corner of the bed curtain. The light suddenly shone brightly into the room,
startling both mother and son. They glanced out the window simultaneously, paused for a moment, then resumed their frantic activity.

Chickens scurried about in the yard.

"Mule's mother!...Mule's mother!"

Someone had indeed arrived, pushing open the kitchen door and calling.

Black Mule shuddered and froze.

"...Who is it?"

Mother panicked, frantically trying to straighten herself. Black Mule quickly reached out to grab her, and Mother plopped down
on her son's hands.

"Me...Can't you tell? The people from the temple are waiting for you!"

"Ahem...I'll tell you who it is. You guys go ahead...I'll...I'll tidy up a bit...and come right away!"

Mother spoke close to Black Mule's cheek, her breath tickling his ears. His hands couldn't support her
weight , and Black Mule tried to pull his things away, but Mother thought he was still acting crazy. She unconsciously gripped his
arm tightly, squeezing him down below, and Black Mule stopped there.

A muttered voice came from outside the courtyard, followed by a distant walk.

Mother and son breathed a sigh of relief. Mother's body slumped down, landing heavily on her son's manhood.
She tried to get up, but the sensation was too intense, so she sat back down, saying,
"That's enough..."

Her lower body was soaking wet, perfectly timed for their intimate union. Even the slightest movement caused her to sink deeper, experiencing
a surge of .

Mother and son lingered, reluctant to part, for a while. Mother, being older, knew it wasn't over and said, "I'm getting up
..."

Black Mule grunted, withdrawing his member, bringing with it a sticky discharge. Mother quickly pressed her hand to her vulva, bending
over to find toilet paper at the corner of the bed.

An old woman with disheveled hair, her back smooth and white, her loose abdominal muscles jiggling, her white buttocks swaying
.

"Hmm..."

Knowing her son was groping her from behind, she didn't pay him any attention, only gently swaying her buttocks. Suddenly, she
felt an itch, and something hot pressed against her vulva.

"Ouch! You...?!"

Just as the woman touched the toilet paper, her son, holding onto that thing, thrust in from behind again.

The woman sighed inwardly; both father and son were the same! They wouldn't stop until they were satisfied! She twisted her body a few
times, then fell silent, lying there letting her son play with her.

This time, her son was even more vigorous, a strong force coming from behind, trying to flip her over. The woman quickly grabbed the bed rail
for support.

"Thud!... Thud!" Her son's thrusts grew faster and faster.

The woman gripped the bed rail tightly, her arms trembling, a sharp pain rising from her buttocks to a wave of pleasure,
numbing .

A long time passed.

"Eek! You damned mule!... You're going to kill your mother!"

Black Mule thought Ma Li wouldn't make a sound, but suddenly he heard her scream wildly. Her waist and buttocks started to
jump and twist, almost slipping out several times, only to slide back in again.

Black Mule, holding onto Ma Li's abdominal muscles, thrust like a bull turning the ground, creating wave after wave of impact. The mother and daughter, both
quite large, went wild, the room like two wild beasts trapped inside, charging and crashing about, making a ruckus on the bed and floor
.

The quilt fell to the floor, the sheets tore, and one of the bed rails snapped.

The noise subsided, and Ma Li lay there, motionless.

Black Mule panicked and tried to pull Mali's head away. Mali was alive, her hand on her forehead, her eyes opening and closing
weakly: "This time I'm going to die... Mule... why did you hurt me so badly?"

The day before had been strange, oppressive for most of the day, and now, sure enough, thunder rumbled, and the sky
turned dark . Then the wind picked up, and the rain followed, falling like beans onto the roof, tapping against the windows. In the yard
, there were only a few scattered drops, then it began to pour down relentlessly.

"...Thank goodness, if we had gone to the temple, we would have come back soaking wet!"

"Dad went to town, I'm afraid he won't be back for a while."

"Who knows where he's hiding—in this rain!"

"..."

"Go away!...Mom can't take your nonsense!"

"..."

"Mule...do you and your wife...do this all the time?"

"Yeah..."

"Don't you know how to take care of yourself!...You wild girl...you're so greedy...oh...oh!"

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