Foolish woman

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One evening, after a small gathering with a group of close friends from university, I didn't get home until almost 11 PM, slightly drunk.
During the gathering, these guys were going on and on about their recent sexual experiences—seduce office ladies, talk about being freshmen in college, their stories flowing like water, and they even described the intercourse in vivid detail, as if afraid no one would believe them. Although I knew they were bluffing, I was still "sexually aroused" on the way home, eager to get home and watch some porn to relieve my pent-up desire.

Just as I was getting close to home, I suddenly noticed a dark, blurry figure squatting at my doorstep. Instantly, I sobered up a bit.

I went closer and found it was a person squatting there, head down, dressed in rags, emitting a foul stench—clearly a beggar. I nudged "him," and "he" looked up. Oh! It was her.

She stared at me intently, her eyes wide, and suddenly chuckled. I suddenly remembered that this morning, the old lady next door had said there was a crazy person wandering around our area and warned me to be careful. This must be that crazy person.

I cursed my bad luck, stepped aside, and went inside. Suddenly, she pointed at the apple I was holding, which I had bought on the way to sober up, and exclaimed "Oh wow!" I tossed her an apple, and she wolfed it down. She must have been hungry. I felt a pang of pity and, remembering I had some food in my fridge, I went inside to get it for her. But when I wasn't looking, she followed me in without any hesitation.
I heated up two plates of dumplings in the microwave and put them on the table for her to eat. She devoured both plates of dumplings like a whirlwind, and looked at me with unsatisfied expression. I had to go back inside and get her two steamed buns, which she quickly finished as well. Finally, she stretched contentedly and was about to go to sleep in the living room.
I was both annoyed and amused. Even though I knew pushing her out wouldn't kill her (think about it, she must have spent many nights outside), I still felt a pang of guilt about doing it on this chilly spring night. But letting her sleep in my living room like that would probably require several days of cleaning. I pulled her up, pushed her to the bathroom side, and gestured for her to go in, undress, and take a shower. I

pushed her into the bathroom, and after a while, I heard the sound of running water. This girl actually knew how to shower herself. She wasn't completely insane. I went back to the living room, threw away the plate she'd eaten from, mopped up the spot where she'd sat, and lit incense to get rid of the odor. After

finishing my chores, I turned on the computer, watched two porn clips, and still heard the running water from the bathroom. This girl wasn't finished showering. I'd just finished watching porn, and I was feeling a bit aroused, so I wanted to peek inside and see what this madwoman looked like after her shower. Reaching the bathroom door, I gently pushed it open, and surprisingly, it wasn't locked. (Of course, this slut wouldn't know how to lock a door, but I wonder if she knows how to insert an acupuncture point, hehe.) I opened the door and couldn't help but laugh and cry. It turned out that the slut hadn't taken off her clothes and hadn't turned on the hot water (duh, have you ever seen a slut turn on hot water?). She was shivering under the cold water, clutching her head.

Looks like I'll have to help her. I went inside, turned off the cold water, and then helped her take off her smelly clothes, throwing them outside. Then I took off my own clothes, went back into the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and started bathing her.
To be honest, at first, I didn't have any desire. The slut had a strange smell, and bathing her was as natural as bathing my cat.

I started by filling half a tub with shampoo and rubbing it on her head for half an hour until the odor was gone. Then I scrubbed her body vigorously, finally revealing her white skin. Then I added half a bottle of shower gel, and she started to smell a little nice. Then I added half a bag of toothpaste, freshening her breath. Exhausted, I sat down on a stool next to the bathroom.

When I sat down to observe her closely, I realized this crazy woman wasn't ugly at all. She was probably twenty-four or twenty-five, quite tall, about 1.6 meters, with a great figure. Her hair, loose after the bath, looked fluffy and clean. Her skin, perhaps from being under grime for too long, was white and translucent once the grime was removed, like a peeled shrimp.

Even more striking were her large breasts, with small nipples standing erect. Perhaps finding the hot water comfortable and fun, she jumped and laughed under the tap, like a playful girl, showing no signs of madness. Her breasts swayed back and forth like little rabbits, incredibly cute.

Watching all this, my breathing became rapid. Thinking about the stories my brothers had told me, and the porn I'd just seen, my little brother instantly became erect.

So I stood up from the stool, hugged her, and began to gently stroke her breasts, gradually increasing the pressure. At first, she giggled, but as the pressure increased, she began to react; her eyes became glazed, and she started to moan. My mouth began to kiss her neck, then moved down, gradually over her chest, stopping at her breasts.

I released her breasts, wrapped my arms around her lower back, and then slid them down her back, stopping at her buttocks, gently kneading them. My mouth wasn't idle either, taking turns lightly sucking on her nipples. Her moans began to grow louder.

(I later consulted an expert who said that people who are mentally unstable don't moan; although their bodies may react, their facial expressions generally remain unchanged. Only people with intellectual disabilities exhibit these reactions; in other words, she was mentally retarded.)

My mouth was no longer satisfied with just her breasts; it began to slide over her slender waist and lower abdomen, entering her pubic area. Her pubic area was lush and green, so I reluctantly released her buttocks to explore that pubic area.
I parted her thick pubic hair and finally saw the two delicate labia. I gently licked them with my tongue while pressing hard on the clitoris with my hand.

She seemed unable to withstand the stimulation, letting out a soft "Ah!" and leaning back against the bathroom wall. I couldn't hold back any longer. I stood up, lifted one of her legs with my right hand, and grasped my erect penis with my left, slowly pushing it into her vagina.

She cried out "Ah!" and her body arched back and forth. I pulled my penis out sharply, simultaneously pulling her legs so that her body leaned towards me, and then thrusting in again, plunging my penis deep into her. This repeated pulling and thrusting caused her to moan and groan. After

about two hundred thrusts, she suddenly cried out "Ah!" and leaned completely against me, her hands wrapped around my neck. At the same time, a gush of vaginal fluid poured onto my penis; she had climaxed.

I lowered her legs, pulled my penis out of her vagina, and then lifted her onto a nearby stool. I wrapped her legs around my waist and thrust my still-erect penis back into her opening, gently pulling while stroking her back and kissing her neck repeatedly.
Perhaps because my thrusts weren't fast enough, her breathing began to steady. But as my thrusts quickened, her breathing became increasingly rapid. Her eyes grew increasingly glazed, and my mind became increasingly muddled. I only felt my penis thrusting faster, my breathing becoming heavier, and my body feeling like it was about to explode. All I could see was my penis moving back and forth in her vagina.

Suddenly, her breathing turned into a loud "Ah, ah…" cry, a cry that seemed filled with pain and despair, yet also with joy and pleasure. Her cry grew louder and louder, drowning out the rushing water, like a primal scream from before the dawn.

Finally, after what felt like hundreds of thrusts, she let out another thunderous scream, collapsing limply onto the stool, and gushing out another thick stream of vaginal fluid. I thrust a few more times, then, unable to hold back any longer, my mind went blank, and I lunged forward, ejaculating all of my semen inside her.

I had originally wanted to try doggy style, but seeing her condition, I realized that if I hadn't held her tightly, she probably would have fallen off the stool. So I picked her up, carried her into my bedroom, and covered her with a blanket.
Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps she hadn't slept in such a warm bed in a long time; she quickly fell asleep. I was also a little tired, so I gently leaned against her breasts and fell asleep too.

The next day was Saturday, no work, and I slept until almost nine o'clock. When I woke up, she was still sleeping sweetly, her little noses emitting contented snores. I pulled back the covers; her naked body was both cute and a little lewd. Not wanting to disturb her sound sleep, I quietly got out of bed to prepare breakfast.

Around ten o'clock, this lovely, lovesick woman finally woke up. Probably feeling cold, she rushed out wrapped in the blankets. I quickly found some of my own clothes and helped her change. I'm 1.8 meters tall, so the clothes were loose and oversized, practically robes for her, though she didn't object. But as soon as she saw the food, she pounced on it, clearly terrified of hunger. She ate five steamed buns and a large plate of vegetables before finally stopping, satisfied and holding her stomach.

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