Hunan women are passionate

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There's a saying: "Nine out of ten drivers are philanderers, and the one who isn't is just a drunkard." But I, a full-time driver for a distillery, have never smoked, drunk, or philandered. I've never learned to smoke or drink, but when it comes to "philandering," a sensual activity everyone seems to crave, I've truly never done it. It's not that I haven't done it, but whenever I see a young, attractive woman on the road, I get a flutter in my heart. There are several reasons I've never been to a philanderer: one major reason is the fear of being ripped off by prostitutes and the fear of contracting STDs. Several of my colleagues have been extorted and robbed of money due to carelessness; they had to swallow their anger and ended up with STDs. Another reason is something I can't bring myself to say: my "little brother" is naturally underdeveloped—short, small, curved, and soft, with one testicle larger than the other; my close friends secretly jokingly call me "Crooked-Neck Testicle"; it's too humiliating. But what can I do about this "natural disaster"? Therefore, I try to avoid being around others when showering or using the toilet. Not to mention doing anything "extra". I've seen articles online where netizens describe their "little brother" as a "cannon"—big, long, and hard. Compared to them, my "little brother" is just a "submachine gun," and a "mini-submachine gun" at that. But I'm not all bad. My advantage is that my "little brother" is very "variable" and produces a lot of semen. Once it gets "angry," it stands tall like a cobra; the "mini-submachine gun" becomes a "bent-handle machine gun." However, the longest it ever reached was only a little over 6 inches, with the swollen penis under the crooked glans being much larger than the glans itself. A bit strange.
Enough of this digression, let's get back to the story. It was an autumn day in 1999, a clear and crisp autumn day. I was delivering a truckload of wine to the authorized distributor in Ji'an. Since I left in the afternoon, it was almost dinnertime when I reached the Suichuan section of National Highway 105. After discussing it with Section Chief Hu, who was escorting the goods, we decided to stay in Suichuan that night. Since we wouldn't be able to unload the goods in Ji'an until midnight, it would be better to get there early the next morning to save on accommodation and
ensure safety on the road. Having driven this road for years, I knew quite a few roadside restaurant owners, so we decided to stay at the "Red Flag Hotel" by the national highway. The owner was a friend of mine; even without money, I could still eat and sleep there. It was safe, convenient, and comfortable there, and since his business was often slow, the food and bedding were cheaper and cleaner than other roadside restaurants. Hearing the horn, the owner quickly ran over to call for us to stop and asked if we were there for a meal or a night's lodging. I smiled and half-jokingly, half-seriously replied, "Stay here? Don't you have any girls to keep you company? If you did, we might consider staying a few nights." The owner grinned broadly and chuckled, "Yes, yes, yes, we do! But I already know you're a 'paper tiger,' and Section Chief Hu is a gambler. I wonder if you guys are interested?" "If there's a good one, of course we should go for it, otherwise it's a waste of resources!" I joked as I locked the car door and went into the lobby with the boss. Our eyes lit up as we entered: sure enough, there were two young women drinking with several other drivers. Seeing how familiar we were with the boss, one of the women came forward to greet us. The boss smugly whispered to me, "How was it? I didn't lie to you, did I? I went to great lengths to get her from Hunan. She's only supposed to work here for a few days; whether you get her or not is up to you." The two women were young and beautiful, one of them particularly tall and voluptuous; she looked to be around 20, easily 1.7 meters tall, with long, flowing hair and fair skin that reflected the rosy glow of a young woman (or perhaps a young married woman), radiating youthful energy. While making tea, she asked us what we wanted to eat. As she tried to get closer to us, I smelled a cheap baijiu and shampoo scent emanating from her. I asked her surname, and she said in heavily accented Hunan-accented Mandarin that her surname was Zhu. I joked with her, "You shouldn't be surnamed Zhu ('pig'), 'pig' isn't as pretty as you. You should be surnamed Yang ('sheep'), you're so tall and full-figured, you really look like a 'foreign horse'." The "foreign horse," not understanding my veiled meaning, just laughed along with everyone else. During dinner, I invited the "foreign horse" to join us, but the Nanchang driver who had arrived earlier wouldn't let them come, so we had to give up. Anyway, we didn't want to do anything with them, so we ate with the boss's family.
After dinner, I took my things and went upstairs to my usual room. After showering, I lay on the bed watching TV. Hu Ke had already started playing cards with the boss's family. Suddenly, the door opened with a "creak," and the "foreign horse" burst into the room like a butterfly: "Oh, Master Qin, aren't you going to play cards? You're sleeping in bed watching TV?" Then she plopped down on the opposite bed, a strong smell of alcohol wafting through the air. I said, "I don't know how to play cards." "I don't believe you. You drivers are all seasoned veterans who don't know how to play cards? You're kidding me, right?" "Really, there's no need to lie to you." "You said you didn't drink at dinner, but you don't have to drive tonight, so a little drink is fine." "Yes, I never drink, I'm a teetotaler." "Then can't you do something else? Want me to give you a 'massage'? You guys are always on the road, it must be hard work." "I don't want a massage, I can't handle it, I'm too old." "Nine out of ten drivers go to prostitutes, the one who doesn't is just looking around on the road," she chuckled. "I don't believe you. Do you think I'm not good-looking? Too fat? And why did you name me 'Horse'?" I got up and poured her a glass of water. "It's not that I think you're fat, you're not fat at all, you're just right, that's called voluptuous. We're too far apart in age, you could be my daughter, how could I possibly do that with you..." "Older and more experienced, I don't mind, what are you afraid of?" The old woman's ramblings grew increasingly audacious: "This thing of mine is the real deal, feel it and see if it's real!" She pulled up her shirt and bra, revealing two snow-white, full breasts. I'm not a saint, and seeing those young, snow-white breasts standing tall and firm, my little brother couldn't help but feel a little restless. But I had to be polite: "You probably drank too much with that old man from Nanchang tonight, your head's a bit foggy. You should go and rest first, I'll come find you when I want to." I reached out and put her clothes down, saying with concern, "Don't drink so much of that cheap liquor, it'll hurt your health." "Then I'll keep you company while you watch TV," she said, reclining on the opposite bed, pretending to watch TV with her eyes half-closed. I was happy to have a young woman keep me company, so I chatted with her casually. She said her real surname was Yang, she was from Hunan, and she was already 20 years old. She had only been working here for two days. In two days, she was going home to get married. I said, "If you're getting married, won't your husband be worried about you working outside?" She said that in her hometown, there's a custom that girls have to earn their own dowry when they reach a certain age. She was working in Guangdong, but her boss often skimped on her wages, and she was exhausted, so she wanted to go home and settle down. On her way home, she met Xiao Luo (that's when I learned her surname was Luo), and they went home together. Before they even got home, they met Boss Ma, who offered them jobs at his shop, and that's how they ended up staying. I told her that although Boss Ma wasn't very educated, he was a very kind person. I'd known him for several years; I saved his son when he was in a car accident and broke both legs, and I even helped him with the aftermath of the accident. His family was very grateful to me. She said, "Yes, the boss was just praising you downstairs, saying you're different from other drivers, a rare good person." At that moment, the boss's wife came in. Because we hadn't closed the door, she didn't need to knock before entering: "Xiao Zhu, are you still watching TV here? Our guests from Nanchang said they want to stay here; go arrange it. Don't bother Master Qin; he's worked hard driving and needs to rest early." So, urged by the landlady, the "foreign woman" reluctantly got up and left. I was happy to sleep in early, and I didn't even know when Hu Ke entered the room.
In the middle of the night, I was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door. The boss came in and told me that Xiao Zhu had just fallen ill and was rolling around in bed. He asked me what to do. I said, "You're so far from the county town, why don't you call those two old men from Nanchang to drive her to the People's Hospital?" "I did," the boss said with a long face, "those two bitches said their truck is heavy and can't go, and... and..." The boss hesitated, as if he had something to say but was embarrassed. "Speak quickly, what time is it and you're still being so indecisive?" "Business hasn't been good these past few days, I haven't received any money from the shop, and I don't know how much it will cost to go to the hospital, I can't afford that much," the boss finally stammered out what he considered embarrassing words. "What does it matter, saving lives is the priority! I still have some public funds on me, I'll pay for it for you first," I grabbed my bag, said goodbye to Hu Ke who had been woken up, and hurriedly went up to the 6th floor with the boss to the "Big Foreign Horse" room. Sure enough, the "foreign woman" was lying on the bed groaning, covered in sweat, while Xiao Luo paced anxiously beside her. Judging by the situation, I suspected food poisoning. I asked them what they had for dinner. They said they had eaten with everyone, except Xiao Zhu and the people from Nanchang had drunk a lot of alcohol and eaten a lot of spicy food. I thought her stomach might be upset, perhaps with acute gastroenteritis. I took a packet of medicine from my bag and gave it to her before taking her to the hospital. Because I'm always traveling, I always carry some emergency medications with me—stomach painkillers, anti-inflammatory pills, painkillers, even skin ointments—just in case. But this "foreign woman," so young, seemed so physically and mentally weak. She refused to get out of bed to go to the hospital and couldn't even go downstairs. So, I had to bend down and carry her downstairs. This girl weighed over 100 pounds, and carrying her made me dizzy, my back ached, and I finally managed to get her down six flights of stairs to my car. I told the shopkeeper, "I know the way. You need to watch the shop. I'll call you if anything happens." Then I started the car and drove towards the county hospital. Before we even got there, "Big Foreign Horse" started groaning that her stomach hurt terribly and she needed to defecate. I said, "A stomach ache requires three poops," and that she'd feel better after she'd gone. But where could we find a public toilet on that dark, deserted street? We had to stop the car next to an unfinished building and tell her to relieve herself in the roadside ditch. Through the rearview mirror, I could see her bulging, fat buttocks. The stench carried on the wind was nauseating. It took a while for "Big Foreign Horse" to return to the car. She seemed much better after relieving herself and stopped complaining of pain. When we arrived at the hospital, I parked the car and went straight to the emergency room. The lobby was empty; the doctors were already asleep. When I found the doctor on duty, before he even woke up, she told me not to call him, saying she was already better and felt no pain at all. I went back to the lobby and asked her what had happened. She said she wasn't sick anymore, she was fine. Judging from her expression, she didn't seem to be joking, so I said to her, "Since you're here, why don't you see a doctor? It won't cost much." She said, "It's not about the money. Actually, I have money on me. I've always been afraid of doctors, and I always feel better when I'm at the hospital. Maybe it's because of the medicine you gave me. Now that I don't feel pain, let's go back to the shop." I said, "It's up to you. Anyway, it's best to see a doctor since you're here." She said, "It's nothing, let's go back to the shop." Seeing how determined she was, I let her have her way. Before she even got in the car, she said she needed to use the restroom and asked if I had any toilet paper. I searched the whole car and all over myself but couldn't find a decent piece of paper, so I took a newspaper from the car and told her to make do. It took her ages to come back. I asked her if she had fallen into the septic tank and why she had been taking so long. She said that after she finished using the toilet, she wasn't used to wiping her bottom with newspaper, so she squatted in the toilet waiting for someone to ask for some toilet paper. But no one came, and she was afraid I'd get impatient waiting in the car, so she reluctantly used the newspaper. Seeing that she was really okay, I decided to joke around and tease her a little: "So you came back without wiping your bottom properly?" She blushed and whispered, "After using the newspaper, I was afraid it wouldn't be clean enough, so I took off my underwear and washed my bottom in the sink." That's when I noticed she was holding a wet pair of panties. On the way back to the shop, the "foreign woman" was incredibly grateful, saying many thank-yous. Perhaps she really was better, as her energy had returned. She said she was very grateful for what happened tonight (actually, it should be this morning), and that she had never met such a kind person as me in her life. She was especially touched when I carried her downstairs. During her time working away from home, people looked at her with strange eyes. She had no relatives, no friends, and no one helped her when she encountered difficulties. I was the first kind person she had ever met in her life, even more kind than Lei Feng. Judging from her demeanor, what she said didn't seem like polite words but rather heartfelt emotion.
The boss, seeing that we returned so quickly, sensed that we weren't seriously ill. After asking a few questions, he told me to go to sleep, while "Big Foreign Horse" was in the kitchen fetching water; I guessed she was probably washing her bottom in the bathroom.
The next morning at breakfast, "Big Foreign Horse" was nowhere to be seen. She was probably exhausted from the night before. I gave all the anti-inflammatory medicine from the truck to the boss and told him to give it to "Big Foreign Horse," then headed to Ji'an to deliver the goods. Unloading went smoothly. After the boss settled the payment, we also loaded a truckload of empty wine bottles to take home. The boss's daughter-in-law, who worked at the city hospital, was very kind to me. When we were leaving Ji'an, she gave me a large bag of commonly used medicines and two boxes of instant noodles to eat on the road. So, we got back to Lao Ma's place in Suichuan around 5 PM. We decided to stay there for the night.
"Big Foreign Horse" (Lady Ma) warmly greeted us when she saw us return on time. I took some medicine from the car and reminded her to take it on time. When she saw two boxes of instant noodles in the driver's cab, her eyes widened. Noticing something unusual in her expression, I asked her what was wrong. She said childishly that she loved instant noodles and hadn't had them in a long time. I laughed and said, "It's nothing, take them if you like, it's fine." So, I gave her one box as a gift, and she happily took it and ran upstairs. The landlady came over and asked if we wanted to eat now. I said it was still early and we'd eat later, so I took a shower and changed. Whenever we stayed at his place, the family would do our laundry for free. After showering, I lay down on the bamboo recliner Lao Ma used to sleep on while guarding his truck in the parking lot in front of the shop and chatted with him. Just
then, a large truck arrived, and several drivers got out to eat. Seeing that Lao Ma was busy, I got up, grabbed my clothes, and went upstairs to watch TV. A little while later, "Big Foreign Horse" came in, breathless, asking if I'd lost anything. I said, "No, I haven't lost anything." She said, "Look again." I shook my trousers, which I hadn't had time to put on, and sure enough, my wallet was gone. I was shocked: Oh no, my wallet is gone! This wallet contained not only my own money of over a thousand yuan, but also some IOUs from dealers, my ID card, driver's license, gas receipts, and other important things. But the wallet was still there when I showered and changed my pants. How could it be gone now? Seeing my bewildered state and frantic searching, "Big Foreign Horse" triumphantly produced my wallet from behind her back like a magician: "Is this it?" "Yes, how did it end up in your hands?" "Just now, when you got up from the recliner, your purse slipped out of your pocket and was picked up by that out-of-town driver. Luckily, I saw it and got it back from them." She smiled smugly, with a smug, innocent look. "How about it? Now it's time to treat us, right? Check if anything's missing." I was overjoyed and took the purse, opening it to find nothing missing. I excitedly grasped her hand, saying repeatedly, "Thank you so much! I wouldn't know where to look if it weren't for you." She sat on the opposite bed, tilting her head and smiling, "Everything's back, not a penny missing. Now it's time to discuss the treat." I took out a hundred yuan from my bag and gave it to her. "Go buy something for yourself." "I don't want money." "Then what do you want? Instant noodles?" "You already gave me a whole box of instant noodles." "Then what else do you need? I'll try my best to satisfy you." "I want you!" This crazy woman jumped up and hugged me tightly. I was terrified and tried to dissuade her, saying, "What are you doing? What's wrong with you? It's not good if someone sees you like this." "I'm not crazy. Ever since you took me to the hospital last night, I've wanted to repay you." She hugged my breasts tightly, the warm, firm flesh making me feel dizzy. "If I were after money, I would have taken several hundred yuan from your bag just now. This is the only way we women can repay our saviors." There were tears on the old woman's face, and they didn't seem to be faking it. "Get down first, let me think about it." "No, I insist on doing it this way. Do you think I'm dirty and not good enough for you? People treat you like this and you still look down on me?" The old woman suddenly became childish, pressing her soft face against mine. With a woman in my arms, soft and fragrant, I couldn't hold back my defenses and completely collapsed: "Even if it's really like that, you should wait until after dinner..." "Okay, I'll come up after I wash up." The "foreign lady" happily kissed me on the cheek. I mustered up my courage and touched and rubbed her breasts, marveling at how big they were, but also how nice and bouncy they felt.
We snuggled and teased each other on the bed for a while when we heard someone calling us to dinner downstairs. To avoid giving ourselves away, we kissed briefly before separating and going downstairs. At dinner, I had no appetite; my mind was preoccupied with the fact that the "foreign woman" had come to "repay my debt." I wanted to discuss it with Hu Ke, but he was too busy eating to notice. I hastily ate a few mouthfuls, then excused myself to watch the news, leaving my bowl behind and going upstairs, knowing they would play cards after dinner as usual.
Ten minutes later, the "foreign woman" quietly came in with a smile. She had taken a shower upstairs; her long hair was still damp. She gently locked the door behind her. She swayed as she approached, and at this point, I abandoned all pretense of being a gentleman, embracing her and giving her a passionate kiss. My hands roamed freely over her chest and crotch. It was then that I realized the old woman wasn't wearing a bra or panties; she probably just put on an outer garment after washing and came up directly to me. We both fell onto the bed, panting, and started undressing each other. Under the bright fluorescent light, the "foreign horse's" snow-white body shone dazzlingly. Except for her hair, there wasn't a single blemish on her body; she was crystal clear, like a piece of beautiful jade. It seemed I shouldn't call her "foreign horse" but rather "Little White Sheep." Overjoyed, I played with this beautiful jade's entire body to my heart's content. "Little White Sheep," noticing my sweaty forehead and cold hands and feet, said with concern, "Don't be nervous, don't panic, take your time. They're playing cards, no one will know." Then, lifting my "little brother," she laughed and said, "You're so tall, how come your penis is so 'petite and charming'?" That foreign girl was cunning; afraid of hurting my self-esteem by saying my penis was small, she deliberately called it "petite and miniature." I joked, "She's getting old, so the more she uses it, the less it wears down. Haven't you heard the story of 'Where there's a will, there's a way'?"
Autumn is arguably the golden season for sex; the weather is neither too hot nor too cold, so there's no fear of catching a cold or getting heatstroke, and no mosquitoes to bother us. Therefore, even though we were both completely naked and going at it, we weren't worried about catching a chill. Seeing that I was nervous and my penis hadn't responded for a while, and even stroking it with my hand didn't elicit a reaction, she suddenly lowered her head and, without a word, took it into her mouth. I felt a tingling sensation, a dizzying electric shock throughout my body. I'd never experienced oral sex before, only seen it on videos, and this feeling was truly unique and indescribable. Seeing that the "foreign horse" also wanted me to lick her, I turned around, bent down, and smelled it. There was no other smell, only the fragrance of shampoo. I mustered my courage and kissed her mons pubis a few times. To my surprise, the "foreign woman" couldn't take it anymore. She moaned loudly, her large vulva already dripping with clear, sticky fluid, her penis still in her mouth. Seeing her aroused, I sucked even harder, not knowing any techniques, just sucking as hard as I could, my hands also busy kneading her large breasts. To be honest, this was my first time doing oral sex. We never did this during our usual sex life, even though I wanted to try it, but I was afraid my wife would suspect something I was doing outside, so I'd never done it before. With my mouth sucking on her penis and my fingers rubbing her vulva, the pinkish vulva kept dripping with vaginal fluid. Frankly, the fluid wasn't as sweet and fragrant as described in adult novels. It tasted strange to me: fishy, sour, and a little salty. I couldn't smell any urine; my own saliva smelled much worse. At this moment, my little brother also unusually swelled up. The "foreign woman" looked up and asked me, "How come it's grown so much all of a sudden? It's really strange." I asked her smugly, "Will your husband's change?" She grinned lewdly and said, "It's usually big, but it doesn't 'grow,' so when it gets hard, it's the same as usual, so it's not exciting." You can imagine the nervousness and physical stimulation of "doing it" with a woman other than my wife for the first time. In a daze, I rolled over, mounted her, and with a "plop," thrust straight into her. The "foreign woman" cried out "Oh!" and reached out to hug me tightly. Her fat hole was already overflowing with lustful fluid, hot and slippery. Although the "foreign woman's" organs were all large, she was young and elastic, and her vaginal opening was still tight. With her strong cooperation, my little brother felt incredibly good. In my daze, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't worn a condom, and a chill ran down my spine. My movements slowed down considerably. The "foreign woman" noticed too, and she whispered in my ear, "Don't be nervous, it's okay. I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of? I don't actually mess around with people. You're my third man." I thought to myself that since things had come to this, I could only leave it to fate, and I didn't ask her how she got my third place ranking; so I quickly and vigorously went at it again. The only sounds in the room besides the TV were our moans and the "plop plop" sounds of thrusting, like the sound of bare feet walking in a muddy field. The "foreign woman's" long hair was flowing, her eyes were glazed, her body was limp, and she was hissing and panting as if she had eaten something spicy. I don't know how long we went on, but the "foreign woman" whimpered under me, "Master Qin, is this all you know how to do? Do you want to try something different?" I said breathlessly while still thrusting, "I only know how to do this. Why don't you teach me?" So, they changed their approach again, this time she was the one riding the horse. The "foreign horse" rode me, arching her back and forth, occasionally leaning down to kiss my nipples, making them hard. I wasn't going to be outdone, thrusting my hips upwards and scratching her breasts with my hands, sometimes kissing her deeply. This unique way of playing was a first for me. Under her double attack, I could no longer hold back, my whole body trembling as I erupted like a volcano, shooting a thick stream of semen into her beautiful vagina. The "foreign horse" rolled off the "horse" and looked for toilet paper to wipe her wet vagina and clean up. While she was cleaning my penis, a large snot mixture of vaginal fluid accidentally flowed out of her tender pink vagina. She was surprised and wiped it with the paper: "I didn't expect you to still have so much semen at your age." I jokingly replied modestly, "Oh, it was you who brought me here. You're 'rolling in fat'! Actually, that's one of my specialties. My thing isn't big, but it can 'grow.' If it meets someone skilled, it can grow several centimeters. It's like my car; it's hard to start in winter, but once it starts, it won't stall."
The "foreign horse," her face flushed, nestled in my arms. I was so happy I forgot my own ancestral name. I stroked her breasts and softly asked her, "Is it 'nai' or not?" "Nai" is our local slang for "satisfying." She said, "It's so good! I've had several orgasms already. I've never felt this good even with my husband. It's the first time I've ever experienced this. While I'm excited with my husband, it's not the same kind of ecstatic, blissful feeling." The night was too short. The "foreign horse" got up to go downstairs. Reluctantly, I kissed her a few more times and promised to come back to her room at dawn. Just then, CCTV's "Focus Interview" program ended. Well, I'd estimated we'd been at it for about forty minutes. I was a little unsatisfied, because I usually last over an hour with my wife. This time, the excitement and tension made me ejaculate prematurely. In the bathroom, I washed my penis and noticed the fluid had dried and formed a shiny film. I thought to myself, "Good stuff is good stuff; it's still oily after three days." Exhausted from the day's work and this battle with the "foreign beauty," I was really tired. I watched TV and fell asleep without realizing it, not even noticing when Hu Ke came home. The night passed uneventfully. As dawn approached, my little brother started getting restless again. Seeing Hu Ke sound asleep, I quietly got up and went upstairs to find "Big Foreign Horse." "Big Foreign Horse" lived on the sixth floor, I was on the fourth, and the boss's family was on the fifth. Reaching her door, I gently pushed it open—it wasn't locked! I saw "Big Foreign Horse" and Xiao Luo, each in their own bed, fast asleep. I tiptoed to her bedside and stroked her breasts, but this foreign girl was already awake. She opened her beautiful eyes, grinned, and pointed towards Xiao Luo, signaling me to be quiet. Then she quietly got up, took my hand, and led me out of the room to the bathroom across the street. "Go." By this time, I was already a little impatient. I reached out and pulled down her panties, then, standing up, I shoved my little brother into her plump hole. Having sex standing up with a tall woman is especially enjoyable, because she's tall so I don't have to bend over and do hard labor. Instead, I can hold her tightly and even suck on her breasts. Having sex face-to-face like this has a unique flavor. She asked me if I slept well last night. I said I slept like a log, not even knowing Hu Ke came back. She chuckled and said, "Hu Ke had a blast last night too, he slept with Xiao Luo a few times." I asked her in surprise, "Really? When?" "Last night, didn't you know? They got together the night I was sick. They were still playing in my room at midnight, making me avoid them for half the night and not sleep well." "Haha." "I thought to myself, 'Hu Ke, Hu Ke, it seems you're a real scoundrel too. You've kept me in the dark for so long without me even noticing. No wonder he pretended not to see my wink at dinner; there's more to it than meets the eye.' I was thinking of finding a suitable opportunity to expose his secret and make him treat me to dinner, but my lower body was still thrusting rapidly. Just as we were both feeling blissfully dazed, a sudden 'bang' came from downstairs, startling my little brother into limpness. It turned out the landlady was getting up to light the fire for breakfast. Afraid she'd come upstairs and find out, I quickly pulled out my little brother, making a retreat. The 'foreign horse' wasn't happy; she was in the middle of it, and I was about to leave. She clung tightly to me, not letting me go. I could only gently persuade her. I thrust a few more times forcefully, then kissed her hard a few more times. Whether she was happy or not, there was always another time; my reputation was more important, so I quickly made my escape.
As soon as I entered the room, Hu Ke woke up and asked me..." "Where have you been?" I asked. "I went to the bathroom and then went back to bed for a nap." At breakfast, "Big Foreign Horse" and Xiao Luo weren't up yet. We settled the bill with Lao Ma and were about to go home. We wanted to go upstairs to say goodbye, but Hu Ke and I were afraid Lao Ma would notice something was amiss, and we figured we'd be back in a few days anyway, so we didn't go upstairs.
After returning home this time, the factory arranged for me to go to Guangdong several times, and my car went in for maintenance again. When Hu Ke and I went back to Lao Ma's place, more than twenty days had passed. Entering Lao Ma's shop, we found it deserted. We quickly asked Lao Ma what happened. Lao Ma said: "The afternoon we left last time, Xiao Zhu hitched a ride home. Before leaving, she told me to convey her thanks to Master Qin. After Xiao Zhu left, Xiao Luo was alone and bored at work, so she left too. I don't know where she went." Sigh, Hu Ke and I had been eagerly anticipating our trip back home. The Ji'an route is ruined now. The two beauties are gone, there's no future. We felt lost and listless, food tasted bland, and even sleeping felt like there were too many mosquitoes. I was a little irritated and asked Lao Ma if he had mistreated the two girls. Why did they leave as soon as we left? Lao Ma cried out in protest: "You know my character, don't you? I never interfere in their affairs. I never took any money from them. They only left because Xiao Zhu had to go home to get married."
Before I knew it, winter arrived, and the winery's business gradually flourished. With increased sales, I actually had more free time because we used large trucks for deliveries. My light truck was used for business trips and occasional deliveries. I can't remember the exact date, but that day I loaded a truck with wine and went to XX County in Hunan to meet a new distributor. I arrived at my destination in the evening. Although the weather was unusually warm, winter days are short after all. After dinner, I... A man emerged from his guesthouse and strolled through the streets. Hu Ke, however, remained in business with his boss. This county, a small border county in Hunan Province, used to be quite famous. The county town was small; you could walk around it in twenty minutes. But the market was bustling, and the men and women on the streets were all very beautiful. I was surprised that after walking for so long, I hadn't seen a single obese or bloated person. No wonder my colleagues back home told me this county was a famous "playboy county" and even had a "playboy street."
Seeing so many beautiful women on the street, and myself wandering alone, I felt it was pointless and decided to go back to the guesthouse, lie in bed, and watch TV. So I headed back to my lodgings. Suddenly, a clear voice came from beside me, "Master Tai, what are you doing here?" Turning around, I was stunned: "Big Foreign Horse" was standing behind me, smiling. "Oh, what a coincidence, what are you doing here too?" "Because I wasn't prepared, I stammered and stammered. 'This is my home, I'm from here!' The 'foreign woman,' seeing that no one was around, grabbed my hand and said, 'Come sit at my house for a while? It's not far, just around the corner.' I joked with her, 'I dare not go, I don't want your husband to break my legs.' 'You silly girl, she's kindly inviting you, and you don't appreciate it at all.' The 'foreign woman' held onto my hand tightly: 'I'm the only one home today, everyone in my family went to their hometown in the countryside to run errands.'" "Come on, I won't eat you up." "You go first, I'll follow behind." I felt guilty, a little nervous but also itchy to relive the past. So, the "foreign woman" walked ahead, and I followed behind pretending nothing was wrong. Months had passed, and that foreign girl was still as beautiful as ever. It seemed that apart from her still-full belly, her body had become much slimmer. As we walked, the "foreign woman" was greeting someone on the roadside. I saw a cosmetics store nearby and went in pretending to buy something. I ended up spending over eighty yuan on a bottle of counterfeit imported perfume, thinking I'd... "Give it to her." As I've grown older, I've gained some understanding of women's psychology. Women, whether rich ladies or poor old women, all hope to be remembered by a man. A small gift can touch her heart. Stepping out of the store, I was dumbfounded; the "foreign woman" was nowhere to be seen on the street. Remembering what she had just said, I had no choice but to continue walking down that street. After turning a corner, I came to a side street; it was probably not a main street, and the lighting was dim. As I hesitated, unsure which way to go, the "foreign woman" appeared out of the darkness like a ghost, grabbed my hand, and led me towards a nearby new house. It turned out she had already opened the door and was waiting at the gate so I wouldn't get lost in the night.
The "foreign woman's" in-laws seemed to be quite wealthy in the area; their new house stood out like a crane among chickens on the old street. The "foreign woman" herself seemed thrilled with this unexpected encounter, whispering to me as she busied herself making tea and pouring water. She then gradually explained her situation: That morning, after I left Old Ma's place, she met a fellow villager whose car pulled into a restaurant for lunch. The driver was her neighbor. She told him she had just returned from Guangdong and was transferring to another bus home. Luckily, her neighbor's car had room for one more person, so she hitched a ride. That night, she stayed at her fiancé's house. A few days later, they got married. Her husband was originally a carpenter, but later learned home renovation and made a lot of money contracting projects in Guangdong. His family doted on her and treated her very well. This new house was built by them before their wedding, after demolishing their old house. Today, her husband and his parents had gone back to their hometown in the countryside to pay respects to a relative. Because she was pregnant, she couldn't go to the funeral home and stayed home to keep watch. I thought to myself, "Her belly is slightly protruding, and her face looks thinner. So she's pregnant. Could this child be mine?" A sudden sense of unease flashed through my mind. Thinking this, I said to her aloud, "That morning when I left, you weren't up yet, so I left a box of instant noodles for Lao Ma to give you. It was a long time before I got back to Suichuan and found out you and Xiao Luo had both left. Even now, back at Lao Ma's place, I still feel uneasy and keep thinking about you." I pulled out a bottle of counterfeit perfume from my pocket: "This is an imported perfume I bought for you in Shenzhen. I don't know if it's real or fake. You know your stuff; you'll know once you put it on." She took the perfume from my hand with a beaming smile, her smile as radiant as a blooming flower. She said sweetly, "Oh, it's rare that you still think of me. You're so thoughtful." Seeing her happy expression, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire and pulled her into my arms. She didn't object. Sitting on my lap, she even poked my forehead with her finger, laughing, "You old glutton." Through her thin cashmere sweater, I caressed her firm breasts. She playfully rubbed my face with her hand, calling me "shameless." I lowered my head and kissed her fragrant lips, reaching under her wool skirt. The "foreign horse," her lips pressed against mine, murmured, "No, not now. I'm pregnant. Even my husband doesn't dare touch me." I didn't care. I wasn't the same person I used to be. Since that one-night stand with her, I'd slept with several other women (more on that in another article). Now I was bolder and thicker-skinned. She wouldn't dare scream, would she accuse me of rape? I grinned, "That belly of yours is my doing, maybe it's mine. Let me see my child." My hand was already inside her triangle area. Strange, where was the hair? Later, when she took off her skirt, I discovered she had shaved her once dark, shiny pubic hair down to a tiny tuft, like the "Jintan mustache" of the Japanese soldiers. I stroked her clitoris and labia, which had turned a slightly purplish-blue color due to the stimulation of pregnancy hormones, and said, "Your 'hairstyle' is really beautiful." "Get lost!" she pushed my hand away. "When did you become so glib after not seeing you for months? This isn't the you I used to know." She lifted her skirt and got up to leave my embrace. I held her tightly, smiling lewdly, and said, "I missed you. Since you're not feeling well, I just wanted to kiss you." Women's ears are so soft. After my sweet words, she obediently lay in my arms, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me passionately.
After a while, she looked up at me and said, "Want to come upstairs and see my new house?" "Yes, why didn't you say so earlier?" So, she got up and led me upstairs. As we went upstairs, seeing her ample buttocks swaying in front of me, I secretly made up my mind: I had to have sex with her tonight to make the trip worthwhile. As the saying goes, "To die under the peony is to die a romantic death."
It seems that she and her husband are doing well; their new house is beautifully decorated. Their wedding photo hung on the wall; her husband looked rather thin, like a primary school teacher. The new house was fully equipped with a VCD player, a large color TV, and air conditioning; the bedroom even had an ensuite bathroom. The whole room exuded a warm, cozy fragrance. I stretched lazily on the Simmons mattress and said contentedly, "Ah, this is so comfortable. You really know how to enjoy yourself." "It's comfortable. Why don't you stay here tonight? Don't go back to that filthy guesthouse." "Are you serious? Then I'll stay here tonight." I was overjoyed, thinking that she hadn't forgotten me after all.
The warm winter weather wasn't cold to begin with, and with the heating on, the whole room felt even more spring-like. I felt a little hot and wanted to take a shower, so I asked her if she had hot water. "Idiot, who still boils water for showers these days? Use a water heater!" she laughed, a hint of pride and satisfaction on her face, without a trace of sarcasm. "Then why don't you take a shower too?" I pleaded, hugging her. "Fine, I'll take a shower. Anyway, you came here because you weren't up to anything," she said readily. This "bath with the birds" was a first for me, like a young woman getting married. Under the bright lights, the "foreign horse's" snow-white body shone dazzlingly. We washed each other's bodies and caressed each other's genitals. I even childishly poked her anus with my finger, making her cry out that she couldn't take it anymore. I noticed that her nipples were still slightly inverted, so I told her that she needed to stimulate them more often because it would be difficult to breastfeed her child if they weren't exposed. She nodded and said, "I didn't know that if you hadn't told me. No one has ever told me these things before." I hugged her and sucked hard on her full breasts. She was a little unsteady on her feet, her face flushed and her eyes glazed as she leaned against the wall. Seeing that she was somewhat aroused, I thought, "If I don't make my move now, when will I?" I carried her out of the bathroom and put her on the bed. The "foreign horse" wiped her sweat with a pillowcase and said seriously to me: "You can play around, since I owe you something in this life, but you can't ejaculate inside me." There's a saying in their area that if a pregnant woman has sex during pregnancy, the baby will be born with a "scabies head" (a head lesion caused by baldness). They also say not to press on her abdomen for too long, as it might cause a miscarriage. I nodded repeatedly in agreement. What
followed is hard to describe, as that would be considered instigating. In short, we tried everything we knew and all the positions we'd never tried before. My favorite was the "Y" position, where we lay on our sides. I lifted one of her legs and fucked her from the side. This way, I didn't press on her abdomen, and I could caress her breasts and clitoris with both hands, and we could kiss deeply. It wasn't tiring for either of us, and the "labor" wasn't too strenuous. Whenever I was close to orgasm, I would pull out to let my "little brother" breathe and rest. We'd chat, and then continue thrusting. The "foreign horse" moaned softly, inhaling cold air. From the hungry look in her plump vagina, I realized she hadn't had sex in a long time. Being a pregnant woman, her vagina was exceptionally wet, filling the room with the sounds of thrusting and our heavy breathing. Every time she reached orgasm and was about to ejaculate, she would moan and groan, "I'm coming! I'm going to die!" We fucked each other for over two hours, relaxed and satisfied. Under my relentless assault, the "foreign woman" became somewhat delirious, completely forgetting our "three-point agreement" not to ejaculate inside her. Finally, I attacked from behind, shooting my pent-up semen deep into her hot, plump vagina.
"Oh, that was so good!" the "foreign woman" gasped comfortably. "I've 'died' several times already, and you're still so amazing." She praised me with satisfaction, "It's been so long since I've felt this good. You're really good." Receiving such sincere praise from the beauty, I hugged her even tighter.
Perhaps it was due to my age, or perhaps it was because I had worked too hard earlier, and after a long day of driving and unloading goods, and then helping the boss unload liquor, I was a little tired and actually drifted off to sleep while holding her. I don't know how much time had passed, but the "foreign woman" gently shook me awake: "Why are you snoring so loudly? The neighbors can hear you." I opened my eyes and saw it was already past ten o'clock at night, and we were still naked and embracing. "I'm sorry, I was just too tired today. I snore when I'm tired." I thought about how my snoring might be heard by the neighbors if we both fell into a deep sleep, so I said to her, "It's still early, I'd like to go back to the guesthouse to sleep, so no one will find out." "Okay, you can go after resting a little longer," she nodded and didn't try to stop me. Then she found a floral handkerchief from the bedside table and cleaned my little brother. Her warm little hands made him aroused again. But it wasn't hard enough to be ready for action. Thinking that this might be my second time with her, I couldn't waste this opportunity. So, I forcefully pressed her head down and forced my penis into her mouth. Stimulated by her, it quickly became as hard as an iron rod. Since it was our second time, it lasted exceptionally long. This battle was fierce and intense, until we were both exhausted and reached a climax of unparalleled pleasure. Looking up at the clock, it was past midnight. Afraid the guesthouse would close, I thought I should leave early. Without cleaning up my penis, I put on my clothes and then helped her. This time, she seemed reluctant to leave, wanting me to rest a little longer. I said, "It's getting late; it's been too long, Hu Ke and the others will be worried." I took the flowered handkerchief she had used earlier and said, "Give me this handkerchief; I want to keep it as a souvenir." She said, "If you want the handkerchief, I'll wash it clean and then you can take it." I said, "Don't wash it; I want the scent of the handkerchief; it's our bond." I don't know if I'll see you again after this gathering. When I miss you, I take this out to look at and smell it. My heartfelt confession moved her to tears, her eyes red. She wrote down her home phone number on paper and gave it to me to keep safe. I said no need, I won't call your house, I don't have a cell phone myself, and you shouldn't know my home number. If I have the chance to come here, I'll quietly check from outside to see if your husband and in-laws are home. I won't disturb your peaceful life. She nodded without saying anything and quietly opened the door for me downstairs.
Stepping out of the warm, spring-like room, the night breeze made me shiver and almost twist my ankle. Luckily, the "foreign woman" supported me from behind, otherwise I might have had a stroke. "Are you alright? Why don't you go back and rest for a bit before you go?" she asked me with concern. "I'm fine, it was dark, I couldn't see the road, I wasn't paying attention," I said, trying to sound tough so she wouldn't underestimate me. I turned back and kissed her on the cheek, then reached down and rummaged around for a bit before heading straight for the guesthouse. I heard her carefully closing the door behind me.
Back at the guesthouse, Hu Ke had just returned. I preemptively asked him where he'd been so late. He chuckled and said he'd gone out for some fun with the boss. He'd wanted to come with me, but since he didn't know where I was, he'd "go off to have some fun alone." He asked me where I'd been. I lied and told him I'd fallen asleep at the movie theater and the waiter had to wake me. He seemed completely unsuspecting and said with concern, "You've had a tough time these past few days. Go wash up and go to bed."
While showering, I paid special attention to my penis; it'd really had a hard time tonight. It was a little swollen, probably from the exertion. Stroking it, I was lost in thought: my affair with the "foreign woman" felt like a divine arrangement. To ensure her future happiness, I shouldn't go looking for her again. That would be the best way to treat her right.
This is the strange story of my "cheating". I've never seen "the foreign woman" again since. Later, the distillery went bankrupt, I lost my car, and never went back to Hunan. The saying "Hunan women are passionate" is truly true. Even now, I still deeply miss my "foreign woman" and that "romantic handkerchief"—I still secretly keep it, hoping that one day a miracle will happen and she'll fall from the sky to spend a wonderful night with me.

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