Black Mule [Full Text]

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"I saw a huge snake in the vegetable garden earlier today!" said the wild nun. "Where?" asked the black mule. He scrambled up, his bare back jutting out in chunks, the ridges of his back rolling under his skin. The wild nun slapped his bare back; a sharp "smack" echoed, like swatting a mosquito in the dark. The black mule, seemingly unaffected, just stared. The wild nun fell silent, thinking: "This man is really annoying. He says he wants to chat, but he gets up!" The wild nun liked to sleep close to him; his flesh was bouncy and warm, thick, solid, and comfortable against her skin. She twisted her leg and rubbed against him again, the icy smoothness meeting the warm, rough flesh. Their thighs touched, and both of them shuddered. The black mule got hard again. "That donkey! He hasn't even rested long, and he's making it impossible for me to sleep!" The wild nun turned away, and sure enough, the 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 in-laws 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, 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, except for the initial period after they married, 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 to make her pretend. What did it matter if her father and mother heard? They were over sixty years old, and they did it every day, didn't they? Thinking of his mother's fat 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 on the wild girl's back, while the wild girl made a soft "gurgling" sound, her lower body itching terribly. The black mule pressed the wild girl down beneath him, flattening her like a pancake. He rubbed against her with all his might, twisting his rump, 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 all soaked 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. In her heart, she resented the black mule again; that donkey! Black Mule, seemingly exhausted, strutting out of the house with a rough face, yelled, "Time to work in the fields!" His mother came over, straightened his collar, and muttered a complaint, "Such a grown man, and he doesn't even take care of himself..." Black Mule, impatient, grunted, "Going!" His mother looked at him with teary eyes, "Come home early...don't be so lazy." Black Mule said, "I know!"

Black Mule went to the fields, tending his own plot, but then wandered over to his second cousin's vegetable garden. His second cousin was indeed still there; a woman alone, it was truly difficult, dragging 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 edge of the field to rest while he tended 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 filled with confusion. 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 up!" 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 he 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 what she was doing, and watched him. The black mule moved forward as if walking, turning the vegetable patch upside down in no time. The ground was dry and firm, but that didn't faze the black mule. Every time it wielded the hoe, it felt like something heavy had struck the earth, making Second Sister-in-law's heart tremble. That's what a man is! Women can't compare. The sky was beginning to darken, 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, making their sweat-dampened backs feel cool.

Lights began to appear in the distance. Second Sister-in-law, her hair loose, watched Black Mule till the ground silently. Several times she wanted to speak, but seeing his fierce expression, she hesitated. "Never mind," she thought, "I haven't done anything wrong! Let them talk." Black Mule raised and lowered his hoe. Looking at him, it wasn't a person, but a shadow—so heavy, so powerful. Could a shadow have such strength? So he was still a man, a man more manly than her former husband, the schoolteacher! Just a few years ago, he was a little brother, always coming to their house for a little meat. Now he was a grown man. Sigh! Second Sister-in-law knew Black Mule had spied on her while she bathed, but she hadn't told anyone. They hadn't greeted each other much in the past two years, so Black Mule must remember it, hence his embarrassment? Second Sister-in-law didn't know why she had suddenly thought of this, and a panic began to rise within her. In this darkness, alone in the wilderness, where no one could see them, wasn't it 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, finish this and then go home!" The second cousin's wife's heart skipped a beat. How could she have only heard the word "finish"?! A slight itch between her legs; she felt utterly lost and ashamed! Black Mule worked, his body trembling. The oppressive darkness made his mind wander. Why was that woman beside him, his sister-in-law, her blurry figure so alluring? The dark sky pressed down on Black Mule, making it hard to breathe. His hands no longer felt like his own, turning the ground repeatedly, his mind racing. This wasn't 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!... "The second cousin's wife cried out in alarm, and Black Mule lunged forward: "What?!" The second cousin's wife trembled with fear: "A snake!" "...A snake..." Her body tilted, right into Black Mule's arms. "Where? Where?" Black Mule asked, feeling as if a snake had entered his arms. 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 many snakes at this time of year..." Black Mule explained in a trembling voice, as if he too was afraid of snakes, holding the body tighter and tighter. His second cousin's loose hair was under his nose, her body as soft as a lump of snake. Black Mule's palm covered a soft lump of flesh, kneading it hard. The lump of flesh, like dough, twisted and deformed. Black Mule became hard again, his thing poking at the woman's exposed, smooth white waist, as if trying to pierce a hole. Neither of them spoke, panting as if they had just emerged from the bottom of the water. Black Mule became bolder, his hand sliding under the woman's clothes. His second cousin whimpered, "No...no..." Her body struggled like a snake spreading out, falling heavily to the ground. Black Mule's rough hands slipped into Second Sister-in-Law's bosom, kneading her breasts. Dust from his hands clung to her nipples, and his cold fingers sank into her warm breasts, seemingly unable to pull away. Second Sister-in-Law's breasts were smaller than Wild Maid's, soft and delicate, so tender they seemed to melt your hand. Black Mule, fueled by a forbidden madness, grew increasingly bold, unbuttoning her trousers and 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, his body arched, and he knelt again: "Sister-in-Law..." he cried. Second Sister-in-Law gasped for breath, turning her head away, her body trembling. Turning back, her pale, haggard face, obscured by disheveled hair, appeared unusually alluring. She placed her hand on Black Mule's face, just a light touch, and 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, wide-legged floral shorts. Black Mule wouldn't take them off; his hand slipped inside, finding it soaking wet. The pubic hair was fine and smooth, completely different from that of the 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. Oh no! So tight, so soft and slippery, the wetness was like bubbling syrup, the more he stirred, the more there was. On the wild ground, Black Mule was like a mad bull, charging and crashing wildly, the tender flesh between Second Sister-in-law's thighs slapping and making loud "slapping" sounds. Her screams carried far and wide, reckless and unrestrained! The second cousin's wife's legs were lifted high by the black mule, as if she weighed nothing. Her lower body was lifted off the ground, and a thick, hard thing was thrusting in and out relentlessly. It seemed that the lustful fluids she had been holding back for years could never flow out. One wave came out, and another wave came out. Even the black mule's thick thing couldn't stay inside her and kept slipping out. With a forceful thrust, the black mule tore the second cousin's wife's flowery panties to shreds and wiped them down there. After wiping them dry, he thrust in again. After several rounds, the flesh around the second cousin's wife's vagina was swollen from the thrusting, but she kept crying out, "Don't stop... ah... ah... don't stop... ah... ah..." The second cousin's wife felt both pain and itchiness. There was a tingling sensation inside her, and she was about to experience a painful and pleasurable release. 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 and flipped her up, raising her buttocks high. "Slap! Slap!" it slapped her. 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?"

The second cousin's wife swayed her buttocks back and forth, "Hurry... insert it..." The black mule stopped his hard thing 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... Hurry up!..." The black mule shouted loudly, "It's coming!" and thrust violently, trying to lift the second cousin's wife off. The second cousin's wife's scream became shrill again, and the scream drifted into the fields. Finally, the black mule bellowed 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 felt like a dough stick, pounding heavily into her vagina, causing her juices to splash. It was coming! It was coming! Closer and closer, like distant thunder, it suddenly roared 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 "turned over," her complexion becoming increasingly rosy and beautiful. The black mule became obsessed 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.

After days of freezing weather and stifling heat, snow finally began to fall. 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're being beaten again?! You beast!" Black Mule turned and charged out. "Mule!...Mule...! Don't be violent! It's the New Year..." Mother called 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. His brother-in-law's face turned deathly pale, his legs unable to move. "Mule... don't do anything rash!" someone pleaded. Black Mule grabbed his brother-in-law by the neck. The brother-in-law kicked wildly, scattering the mahjong table: "What are you doing? What are you doing...?" Black Mule didn't answer, but swung his hand, sending the brother-in-law crashing against the wall and then onto the ground. He then crawled away, his body bent low. Black Mule blocked the doorway. The brother-in-law was terrified: "She... she's so nagging. I... tried to reason with her a bit..." "How did you try to reason with her?!" The voice was slamming. The brother-in-law lowered his head: "At least give me some face... go home and talk to her? Huh? Son..." 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 this out!" Bah! If you dare 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 were indignant: "A brother-in-law afraid of his brother-in-law, that's rare!" "Brother-in-law is hard of hearing and didn't hear what they were saying. Da Niu is killing a dog behind the house, Da Niu is killing a dog behind the house. Black Mule is here." "Bang!" "Bang!" "Eating dog for the New Year?" "Eating! Why wouldn't we eat it?!" "Give it to me!" "What...?" Da Niu knew in his heart, Da Niu hesitated, Da Niu 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: "Owes it or not, bullying Ai Jie will make you pay!" 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 in the distance. The sun hung low on the horizon, offering no warmth. The afternoon wind was biting, making one shiver. Feet were frozen inside; only by getting close to the stove could one find 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, and he glanced at his sister out of the corner of his eye: "Don't cry...what are you crying about?" "Sister stopped crying, turned her face away, and although her eyes were red and swollen, her appearance was still delicate and pretty. With tear stains and loose hair, she looked even more fragile and beautiful than usual. A wicked energy surged through Black Mule's body, and the thing in his crotch awakened, filling his lower body. Black Mule moved closer to the edge of the stove, pressing against the earthen wall. Mother was shaking the ladle and didn't see it, nor did the wild maidservant, who was carrying firewood into the stove, see it either. Only Sister saw it. Sister blushed, leaned to let her sister-in-law pass, her mind in turmoil: 'If it weren't for the fact that my brother and I couldn't get married, this wild maidservant wouldn't be here... How is she any better than me?!' Looking at the wild maidservant's high, round buttocks, Sister felt extremely jealous: 'These buttocks are so round and full!'" The wild maiden was adding firewood to the stove, and her older sister leaned back to make room for her. Her waist and hips, bent and taut, revealed their curves through her thick clothes. The wild maiden's face, above her buttocks, turned its eyes, and the siblings exchanged a glance, both of them instantly aroused by the fire. The older sister simply stood up, circled the kitchen, seemingly unable to find a suitable place to stand, and went into the back room. Black Mule stamped his feet, feeling terribly cold, and went back into the house as well. The wild maiden's lips trembled: "Beast...beast...doing things inhuman!" She added firewood to the stove furiously. "What are you doing burning so much firewood?!" "The mother-in-law scolded. The wild maiden remained silent, tears welling up but she held them back with all her might.

With each step, Black Mule shivered from the cold. He knew his sister was inside, and he was walking towards her. It was before his sister got married that she tripped in the house, and Black Mule rushed to help her up, and that's how they ended up having sex. After that, his sister would often sneak into Black Mule's bed in the dark while his parents were asleep, until she got pregnant, and then she hurriedly found someone to marry into. His niece was actually Black Mule's own child, and Black Mule always felt indebted to his sister for this: 'If it weren't for me, how could my sister, with her looks and qualities, have ended up with that skinny bastard?'" "On his sister's wedding day, Black Mule went. Taking advantage of his brother-in-law's drunkenness, he took his place and consummated the marriage with his sister [the whole story]. His sister had actually married him! After that, the siblings never slept together again. They thought no one knew. Black Mule walked on, hesitating: Such a deeply hidden secret, don't let a moment of impulse ruin it! But a force pulled him forward, involuntarily. Black Mule remembered one time when his parents weren't home, in the middle of the day, the siblings did *that*, stripping his sister naked. Her flesh, so white, 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 with tears. Black Mule pushed open the door and saw his sister tying her belt by the chamber pot. His sister saw him, stopped, and her gaze, which had been tilted to one side, became fixed and somewhat dazed. Sister…! "Black Mule let out a dry bray, approaching step by step, panting heavily. The woman's waist fell into his palm, her white flesh turned inside out, he touched her! The older sister gasped, 'Hurry...don't let anyone see...!' Black Mule didn't answer, he pinned her against the door, pulled down her pants, and rushed in. Still so slippery...still so wet! Black Mule went wild, thrusting his hips repeatedly, plunging his thick thing in hard, the door vibrating slightly, the siblings' panting mingling together, rapid and suppressed. 'Bang! Bang!...' The door was slammed open twice, startling the siblings, their movements and sounds pausing for a moment, then they resumed. The older sister breathed hotly, 'Faster...faster...!' Black Mule panted as he thrust, the door creaking and scraping against him. The older sister sobbed softly, 'I can't make a sound...I can't let anyone hear!'" "Black Mule groaned and stopped, panting. Sister couldn't take it anymore and reached out to pull at Black Mule's clothes. Black Mule pulled out, nudged Sister's body, and Sister understood. She bent over, raising her large, white buttocks, and Black Mule entered from behind. After a couple of thrusts, Sister was thrown off balance, her hands flailing, grabbing at the bed rails. Black Mule then began to thrust harder, 'thump, thump,' slapping against Sister's white buttocks. The bed rattled loudly as Sister pulled on it, but neither of them cared. Black Mule heard Sister's long-lost soft moans, her lower buttocks bruised red, white foam oozing from her vulva. Sister's anus spasmed, opening and closing, knowing she was about to climax, and he increased the speed of his thrusts. 'Ooh... ooh...!' 'Yes, yes, that's the sound! Sister's climax is like a low cry.' Black Mule groaned a few times, his whole body pounding with excitement, 'Squeak!'" "With a crash, the bed railing broke, and the black mule pounced on her sister, spraying wildly... The wild nun, tears welling in her eyes, felt her heart churning. She desperately wanted to rush into the house and forget everything! But she couldn't move her legs, and she couldn't get up from the stool in front of the stove." Damn mule! ...Don't think I don't know...! The wild nun felt a pang of sorrow and was crying.

That time, when I went to my sister's house to deliver some things, my sister wasn't there, and my brother-in-law was sprawled on the old sofa. It was a sweltering day, and his thin belly was exposed. The young woman put down the things and tried to leave, but her brother-in-law grabbed her. The young woman was strong and easily threw the skinny rascal into a corner. "If Mule knew, he'd skin you alive!" the young woman said bitterly. "He wouldn't dare...?" the rascal brother-in-law chuckled, "He keeps everything to himself!" "Pah! You're just spouting nonsense!" The young woman's heart pounded. She had vaguely heard about something between Black Mule and her second cousin-in-law that wasn't clear, and she assumed 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!" "I don't lie, look who Niu Niu looks like!" "Pah!" So that's what it was, the wild maiden felt relieved: "A nephew resembles 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 young woman, tears welling in her eyes, cried out in her heart, "You damned mule... I'm suffering for you." The young woman was voluptuous, her skin fair and white. Her brother-in-law, unable to contain his excitement, exclaimed, "It feels so good... your beautiful body..." The young woman, her eyes closed, could only whimper, "Hurry... don't wait for my sister to come back..." "What's there to be afraid of? She's not clean herself!" Her brother-in-law panted as he worked her, saliva dripping onto her white breasts. "It'll be good if she sees, let her watch from the side..." The young woman grew impatient, her legs clamping tightly around her brother-in-law's waist. Her brother-in-law cried out in pleasure, "So good, so good, that mule's slut is so good!" The young woman, filled with shame and indignation, wept, silently cursing, "You damned mule... that damned mule...!" The skinny man, however, was in high spirits, thrusting and groping her all over, playing with her: "Tsk tsk... such white flesh, such big breasts... so much pubic hair... such a big ass!" The wild maiden, afraid of being seen, had to unleash the same wanton energy she had with the black mule, moaning loudly throughout the room, finally managing to coax the skinny man into ejaculating. Afterwards, her brother-in-law kept praising her: "She's much better than that skinny woman from the old man's family... her moaning is so arousing!" The wild maiden covered her face and ran away.

Later, after dinner, the black mule went to the pigsty. Just as he squatted down, a light shone from the neighboring latrine, and through the large gap, he could see it was Da Niu's wife. The two latrines were separated only by a few planks of wood; it was dark on one side, but the other could see everything clearly. The black mule was uncomfortable and grunted. Da Niu's wife recognized him: "Is that the mule? Going to the outhouse? Have you eaten?" "Yes." Black Mule was confused by the woman. She knew he was there, and over there, she was still quietly unbuckling her belt, talking all the while. "Why aren't you lighting a fire? Can't you see clearly?" the woman next door was still asking. Black Mule frowned, turned his head and glanced over. The woman next door had her pants down, her large white buttocks swaying as she searched for a spot, accidentally sticking up, her pubic area clearly visible. "I won't let that wild girl poop here anymore," Black Mule thought to himself. "Pfft…!" A loud fart came from next door, followed by a simultaneous urination and defecation. Black Mule suddenly got 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. "What are you doing?" "Hearing the noise next door, he asked. Black Mule was startled and let out a loud fart, a 'bang' like a cannon shot. Big Ox's wife said, 'You're in good health, yet your fart is 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's defecation paused, then she urinated, a loud and forceful 'hiss' sound filling Black Mule's ears. Black Mule was aroused, holding his breath, his lower body hard and erect. 'Hmm…hmm…' the woman next door was struggling to defecate. Big Ox and Black Mule had grown up together, and Black Mule had been his best man at his wedding. Back then, his bride was extremely beautiful and shy, but in less than two years she had become like this, Black Mule couldn't help but sigh. He remembered how shy Big Ox's wife had been during their wedding night." Black Mule felt a surge of lust. He peeked through the crack in the wooden planks and saw Big Ox's wife with her back to him. Her round buttocks were spread wide, revealing a concave groove in the middle. The area around her anus was smooth, and a hard turd hung in the center. Thick, blue semen covered her thighs and calves, leaving only her large, round, white buttocks exposed, which looked incredibly alluring. Black Mule's breathing became heavy. The woman next door, being very perceptive, noticed and turned around, shining a torch in her hand: "Come and see! You good-for-nothing!" Black Mule blushed with shame, quickly wiped his buttocks with some straw paper, and tried to get up and leave. The woman next door muttered, "Coward! All talk and no action." These words tickled Black Mule's heart, and he sprang to life: "Who wouldn't dare? Huh? Who wouldn't dare? He wouldn't dare?... Hmph!" "While trying to cover his tracks, he bypassed the vegetable garden and rushed towards the neighbor's house. Da Niu's wife let out a half-scream. She hurriedly wiped her bottom and straightened up, but Black Mule was already upon her. Da Niu's wife fell silent, her pants still unzipped, her eyes fixed on Black Mule. Black Mule suddenly felt a little guilty and wanted to back down, his body trembling. Da Niu's wife finally blushed with shame, turned to the side to pull up her pants, but Black Mule suddenly 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 pants slipped down. She hurriedly picked them up, her face darting around in panic: "Let go... I know you dare..." Her body rolled around, but she remained in Black Mule's arms. "Too late, too late...!" "Black Mule muttered to himself as he groped all over the flesh inside her trousers, his hand slipping uncontrollably. The woman's body trembled, and her voice shook: "How shameful... how shameful!" "Black Mule, his hands wet, opened his head wide, pressed the woman against the outhouse, tore off a pile of dry straw, and was about to have his way with her. Big Ox's wife pushed him away, 'It stinks...it's disgusting...it's cold...don't do it here...' Black Mule ignored her, pushing up the woman's clothes, her large breasts spilling out, only to be grabbed and squeezed hard by Black Mule's large hands. 'Ouch...ouch...' the woman covered her face. The torch stuck in the outhouse 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, a high mound of flesh, which, in Black Mule's hands, seemed to yield water; indeed, water flowed out, and the dark hair below was completely wet. Black Mule was aroused, his hands grabbing wildly below. 'Gently!...Gently!...You damned mule.'" "Black Mule chuckled, panting, and brushed the woman's hand away from his face. Their eyes met; the woman bit her lip, looking at him with a mixture of shyness and reproach. Even the wildest woman would have to show some coquettishness at this moment! Black Mule thought. Looking at her face, his lower body suddenly flared with rage. His already erect member tilted upwards, its thick neck gleaming, making the woman stare in disbelief. She unconsciously reached out to touch it, but then withdrew her hand halfway. 'Touch me? Why won't you touch me?'" "The black mule teased the woman. Big Ox's wife slapped her hand, making it jump a few times. The woman, her face flushed, giggled. The black mule, vaguely recalling the charm of his bride from years past, couldn't resist. He lifted the woman's leg, and with a 'plop,' thrust inside. The woman froze for a moment, then coiled herself around him, her arms and legs intertwined. 'She's really something else!' the 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, his erection..." With even more force, the woman's body slammed against the latrine wall, her mouth uttering incoherent screams. Black Mule pushed her legs up, bending them against her chest, and thrust in and out with tremendous force. Soon, the woman screamed frantically, her legs kicking and struggling against Black Mule's hands. Black Mule gripped her ankles tightly, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied. Suddenly, he smelled a fresh, foul odor. Black Mule paused, noticing a yellowish sheen around the woman's anus, realizing he had forced her to urinate. A surge of lust rose within him, and he thrust again with brutal force. "Thud," "thud," the sounds of impact rang out, mingled with the woman's trembling cries: "Oh dear, no... you damned mule... no...!"

As Black Mule lay down, the wild maiden reached out and touched something soft. Black Mule had drunk some wine at dinner and feigned drunkenness: "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 and tried to hide his sleep. The wild nun, however, expressionlessly took off her clothes. Black Mule was puzzled and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?" The wild nun didn't answer and threw off her clothes one by one. Black Mule panicked: "I'm sleepy tonight, I'll sleep tomorrow..." The wild nun puffed out her cheeks: "I'm not sleepy!...When have you ever said you're sleepy?!" Black Mule felt guilty, and his lower body became even weaker. He coaxed her: "Auntie...I'll let you call me auntie...can you rest for a while?" The wild nun stared at him, tears secretly streaming down her face.

Black Mule, flustered and startled, reached out and touched her, trying to soothe her: "What's wrong? What's wrong?" The wild maiden wrapped her naked body around him, clinging to him tightly, tears streaming down her face. Black Mule, both frightened and afraid, wiped the tears from her eyes. With her naked body in his arms, and seeing her sorrowful and novel appearance, his lower body suddenly came alive. Without a sound, he pushed the wild maiden down... The wild maiden asked breathlessly, "Today... why are you so excited?" Her voice grew increasingly sweet and soft, almost coquettish. It had already gone missing twice, but the black mule kept going. That tireless black mule!

In the sultry, oppressive midday heat, not a breath of wind stirred; the air was so still it was maddening. The whole village was silent, no one made a sound, not even the dogs barked; a suffocating feeling threatened to burst from one's chest. Mother was combing her hair in the yard, wetting it with water, wiping her forehead. This woman, well over fifty, looked as graceful as a young woman just emerging from a bridal sedan chair. She took a few steps and spoke: "Mule, keep an eye on him. Mother's going to the temple; I'm afraid I'll be late!" "Speaking of the whole passage," he gathered the rotten vegetable leaves piled on the pool, his fat buttocks swaying back and forth, looking rather eerie. Black Mule sullenly exhaled the last puff of smoke, flicking the cigarette butt far away, and saw the woman turn her back and go into the main room. After squatting quietly for a while, Black Mule suddenly shuddered, stepped off the wooden stake he had been squatting on until it went numb, straightened his back, his head suddenly felt dizzy, steadied himself, and followed her in. Mother's room was dark, the curtains were thick and didn't let in any light. The kitchen cabinet was open, and at first glance, no one was in the room. But in the blink of an eye, he saw the woman huddled in a corner behind the bed curtains, her front slightly open, revealing a glimpse of her breasts, which drooped like leather bags. Her hands were trembling as she changed her clothes. Hearing the sound, she quickly covered herself. It was her son! Standing at the door, his thick body was like a wall. Mother relaxed her elbow and scolded, "You didn't make a sound, did you want to scare me to death?" Black Mule didn't answer, but took a step forward. Mali lifted one side of her garment, and Black Mule took it, pulling off one sleeve for her. Her bare shoulder was a smooth, white flesh. Mali then lifted another arm, and Black Mule pulled off the other side, revealing the woman's full back. Black Mule casually slid his hand across her back. "Smack!" Mali slapped his arm. Black Mule snorted twice, as if laughing, and Mali laughed too. A fly was buzzing around in the room, landing on the old woman's withered breast. Mali 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!" Mali pinched his hand hard, her ears turning slightly red. "Help me hand over my clothes." Black Mule didn't listen, his hand continuing to slide down until it reached the woman's waistband. The woman stiffened, closed her eyes, and murmured, "Going to the temple...going to the temple...we can't do that." Black Mule remained silent, pulling the old woman close to his neck and turning her head so they kissed. The old woman's lips were dry and parched, igniting a fire within Black Mule, whose hands began to thrash and grope. The old woman gasped, "What a terrible thing...you're going to see Buddha...let go!" Her voice trailed off, becoming stern. Her son, however, was never one to obey. He slipped his hand inside his mother's trousers, pulling down her leg, nearly knocking her over. "Ouch...!" The woman lost her balance, grabbing her son's shoulder and neck to keep from falling. With a sharp "slap," she slapped him across the face. Mother and son froze, speechless for a moment. After a while, the old woman whispered, "Go...close the door." "Black Mule closed the door and turned around. The woman had already loosened her belt. Mali's pubic hair was black and long, clinging to her vulva like two tangled clumps of grass, the flesh in the middle withered and wrinkled. Black Mule was obsessed with this; after touching it a couple of times and glancing at it, his penis became erect and hard. Mali grasped Black Mule's penis, slightly out of breath: "Did the wild maiden go back to her parents' home again?" "Yes, she went back to her parents' home." "When will she be back?" "I don't know." Mali's lower body was slowly getting wet, and Black Mule rubbed and lingered his penis at the vulva as the mother and daughter talked. "Shall we go in?" "Wait a little longer." Black Mule's hands slid along Mali's back, gradually reaching her buttocks. The woman's body suddenly trembled, and she sighed: "...Go in." "Black Mule grunted, his large penis pointing straight up, aimed at the slit of flesh, and sank in. "Mmm...mmm..." Mama's eyes were a little unfocused, her hands on Black Mule's shoulders tightened, 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 back and forth. Mama'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 was aroused, "Huff, huff," he thrust his waist faster, Mama's body swayed with his movements, her pale hands fell from her son's shoulders to her back, groping aimlessly, and the old bed creaked at the same time. "Mule...slow down...!" "Mother's voice sounded like a sick woman's moan, and she looked exceptionally frail. 'Hmm! Hmm!' Her son didn't hear her for a moment and kept trying. 'Mule... Mule... Mother is dizzy.' Mother's expression suddenly turned cheerful, her lips trembling and cracking open. Her eyes narrowed to slits, like someone with presbyopia who couldn't see clearly. 'Like this... is it... is it good?' The black mule moved slowly, pulling out one hand, sliding it along the woman's chest and ribs, grabbing one breast. There was still some flesh left in the sack, rolling around, and with a squeeze, it was all at the tip. The black mule squeezed it lightly. 'Ee-oh... Ee-oh...!'" The woman's joyful expression grew even more pronounced, and her squinting eyes quietly closed. Black Mule's hands were damp with sweat; his palms slid from her breasts down 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 freely over his mother's body, tickling her and finally causing her to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Mother struggled to suppress her laughter: "You've been naughty since you were little...always touching and groping..." Black Mule, unaware of his own actions, asked, "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 half to death..." "Really?! Really?!"

Black Mule got excited at the mention of it and thrust his hips violently a few times. Mother mumbled incoherently, unable to utter a word for a long time. Just then, a gust of wind blew, lifting a corner of the bed curtains. The room was suddenly blindingly bright, startling both mother and son. They glanced out the window simultaneously, paused for a moment, then resumed their frenzied activity. Chickens ran around in the yard. "Mule's mother!...Mule's mother!" Someone had indeed arrived, pushing open the kitchen door and calling. Black Mule froze, his body stiffening. "...Who is it?" Mother panicked, frantically trying to straighten herself. Black Mule quickly reached out and grabbed her, and Mother plopped down on her son's hands. "Me?...Can't you tell? The people at the temple are waiting for you!" "Ahem...I'll tell you who it is. You guys go ahead...I'll...I'll pack up and come right away!" Ma'er spoke close to Black Mule's cheek, her breath tickling his ears. His hands couldn't support Ma'er's weight, and Black Mule tried to pull away, but Ma'er thought he was still being unreasonable. She unconsciously tightened her grip on his arm and squeezed him tightly from below, stopping Black Mule there. A murmur went off outside the courtyard, and they walked away. Mother and son breathed a sigh of relief. Ma'er's body slumped down, landing squarely on her son's manhood. She tried to get up, but the sensation was too intense, so she sat down again, saying, "Never mind..." She was soaking wet, at the perfect moment of fusion. The slightest movement caused her to sink deeper into the mud, a symphony of pleasure. Mother and son lingered, reluctant to part, for a long while. The mother, being older, knew it wasn't over yet, and said, "It's up..." The black mule grunted, withdrawing the object, leaving a sticky discharge. The mother quickly pressed on the opening, bending over to find toilet paper at the corner of the bed. A disheveled old woman, her back a glistening white, her loose abdominal muscles trembling, her white buttocks swaying. "Hmm..." The mother knew her son was touching her from behind, but didn't pay attention for a moment, only gently wiggling her buttocks. Suddenly, she felt an itch, and something hot pressed against her opening. "Ouch! You...?!" Just as the woman found the toilet paper, her son, holding the object, 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 aggressive, a powerful force coming from behind, trying to flip her over. Mother quickly grabbed the bed railing for support. "Thud!...Thud!" Her son's thrusts grew faster and faster. Mother clung tightly to the bed railing, her arms trembling, a sharp, tingling pleasure rising from her buttocks, numbing her entire body. After a long while, "Eek! You damned mule!...You're going to kill your mother!" Black Mule, who hadn't expected Mother to make a sound, suddenly heard her scream wildly. Her waist and buttocks began to twitch and twist, almost slipping out several times, only to slip back in again. Black Mule, gripping Mother's abdominal muscles, thrust like a bull, wave after wave of impact. Both mother and son were quite large, and now they went wild, the room like two wild beasts trapped inside, rampaging and crashing, making a ruckus on the bed and floor. The quilt fell to the floor, the sheets tore, and one of the bed railings snapped. The noise subsided, and Mother lay there, motionless. Black Mule panicked and tried to pull at Mama's head. Mama was alive, her hand on her forehead, her eyes opening and closing weakly: "This time I'm really going to die... Mule... why did you do this to me so cruelly?" The day before had been strange, oppressive for most of the day, and now, sure enough, thunder rumbled, and the sky darkened considerably. Then the wind picked up, and the rain followed, pelting the rooftops like shoveled beans, 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 soaked!" "Father went to town, I'm afraid he won't be back anytime soon." "Who knows where he's hiding from this rain!" "..." Go! "...Mom can't stand your relentless tinkering..." "Mule...do you and your wife...do this too?" "Mmm..." "Don't you know how to take care of yourself!...Wild girl...you're so greedy...Eee...oh!"

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