A voyeuristic journey

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After urinating, she repeatedly wiped her genitals, then took out a clean tampon and reinserted it into her vagina. Clearly, she wasn't used to it, and it took her quite a while to spread her labia wide open. Through her parted labia, I could see the vaginal opening, its hymen broken and mottled, and the pinkish, pearl-like clitoris at the top of her vagina. She finally managed to insert it, but when she pulled out the tube, a small portion of the tampon was still sticking out. If it weren't for her labia holding it in place, it probably would have fallen into the drain. Do you know that tampons are inserted into a tube that resembles a medical syringe before use? To use it, you first insert the tube as deep as possible into the vagina, then use your index finger to push the handle, while your thumb and middle finger pinch the tube, pushing and pulling. Once the handle is pushed all the way in and the tube is pulled out to the vaginal opening, the tampon remains inside. She was clearly a novice; her movements were clumsy, and she pulled it out too quickly, causing the tampon to protrude from her vagina. As everyone knows, the vagina is wide at the opening and narrow at the entrance; only by leaving the tampon deep inside can the narrow opening hold it in place. Now, with half the tampon sticking out, the vaginal opening's tightening effect was lost. At this point, she had to rely on her fingers. First, she used two fingers to pinch and insert it into her vagina, then she used another finger to push it in, inserting it about two finger joints deep. With some effort, she finally got the tampon in place. I witnessed the stimulating scene of her fingers being inserted into her vagina. Ms. Yun'er was very particular about her appearance and cleanliness; no one would imagine that she would insert her fingers into her vagina when no one was around. However, now I know. We are colleagues, seeing each other every day, but from that day on, whenever I saw her, I had a completely different feeling. Her impeccably dressed appearance and the image of her vagina with fingers inserted would overlap and contrast before my eyes.
The tampon was inserted, leaving only a white string peeking out of her vagina, dangling precariously. Yun'er wiped the finger she had just inserted with toilet paper and stood up. I quickly held up the mirror towards the women's restroom and could barely see the white string dangling between her legs before being quickly covered by her panties. Yun'er put on her underwear, massaged her groin a few times, pulled down her skirt, patted it off, and went out. Meanwhile
, while Yun'er was using the first stall, the principal went into the second stall and squatted down facing the men's restroom. Our principal was in her forties, still quite attractive, and I heard she was a beauty in her youth, with special connections to so-and-so in the Education Bureau and so-and-so in the Municipal Party Committee, which is why she was able to become principal. Judging from her appearance and figure, I always felt those rumors were believable. Seeing her vulva today, it did match her looks, though it was slightly worn due to age, with a deeper pigmentation and a slight tear. But from her full labia majora and long labia minora, one could still vaguely see her former allure. The most distinctive feature was her large vulva. Even from a distance, I could see it clearly; its color was still a tender pink. Because of the vulva's support, the front of the vulva was slightly more open than the back, although the entire vulva was only slightly parted. Anyone who has peeked knows that a woman's vulva is usually hidden inside the labia and cannot be seen. Our principal's vulva was quite special—large and protruding, which is why it was exposed outside the labia. Such women are rare; one could even say the principal's vulva was deformed. But such deformity is a blessing for men. I suddenly remembered that people were saying the principal had a nickname, "White Pearl." Looking at what I saw before me, I understood the deeper meaning of that nickname. Those who didn't know the details assumed it was because of her fair skin. Now I understood; fair skin only gave her half the nickname. "Pearl" clearly referred to the large, dazzling pearl-like vulva on the principal's genitals. That pearl-like vulva was a treasure! In her youth, it must have been an invincible weapon. Who could resist being captivated by that dazzling vulva?
From this, I also understood a principle: secrets don't stay hidden forever. Our principal's fair skin was common knowledge; everyone could see it. But her unique "pearl" had also spread among the people. Clearly, someone had revealed the truth. Of course, most people didn't know the true meaning of "White Pearl." I once saw someone jokingly use this nickname to the principal's face; obviously, they didn't know the inside story, otherwise, they would never have done so.
The principal's urination was rather ordinary. After finishing, he wiped his genitals a few times with toilet paper wrapped around his fingers before standing up. Now that she's older, the beauty of her vagina is no longer important, and she doesn't pay as much attention to maintenance as younger women.
Two women entered the first stall, this time one after the other. Ms. Jianjie went in first, hung up her bag, and was about to close the door when Ms. Li Fang, exclaiming, "I'm so anxious! I'm so anxious! Let's just share!" squeezed into the stall. For some reason, Ms. Jianjie refused to compromise, saying, "You go first, I'll wait a bit," and stepped out.
Ms. Li Fang said, "How could I?... Thank you." She essentially took the stall from her. Originally, Ms. Jianjie had been inside, and Ms. Li Fang had come in with her back to the men's restroom. Even after Ms. Jianjie left, Ms. Li Fang still had to turn around and face the men's restroom to urinate, showing just how powerful those two footstools in the stall were.
Ms. Li Fang's vulva isn't particularly impressive, but her husband also works at our school. They're a loving young couple who are on a trip together, along with their four-year-old son. The father and son are currently urinating in the outer stall of the men's restroom, and I can hear them talking. Imagine, hearing his voice while admiring his wife's vulva—how exciting is that? They're colleagues and acquaintances, making it even more thrilling.
From my perspective, Ms. Li Fang has a large patch of pubic hair on her mons pubis. It's large in area but not very dense, and the hair isn't long. The upper edge of the pubic hair is very flat, forming a perfect inverted triangle. She's a math teacher; I never imagined she'd hide such a geometric shape in such a secret place. Behind the huge patch of pubic hair is a very small vulva. The labia majora are flat, and the area enclosed by the labia minora is smaller than average. From the vulva's apex to the arc at the back of the vagina, the distance is only four or five centimeters—a miniature vulva. This kind of concave vulva isn't very attractive, but I know it's very useful during sex, allowing the penis to enjoy a strong gripping sensation. Li Fang had a sanitary napkin stuck to her white panties, with a small patch of blood on it. There was almost no blood on her vulva, probably the beginning or end of her period. After urinating, besides wiping as usual, she used her fingers to push the toilet paper slightly into her vulva, holding it at the vaginal opening for a while before examining it. When she removed her fingers, I saw a small amount of menstrual blood on the toilet paper. I also knew her husband, He Zhuang, but he didn't live up to his name. He was short in every way—a typical short, stocky build. But I knew He Zhuang's penis was incredibly large. I'd seen it in the bathroom; it seemed disproportionate to his physique, even when not erect, it was quite intimidating. Actually, there's an old saying, "Among the short, there's always one strong," and that "strong" refers to the penis. Looking at Teacher Li Fang's petite, concave vulva, I wondered if she felt pleasure or pain when Teacher He Zhuang's enormous penis entered her.
As Teacher He Zhuang spoke, Teacher Li Fang finished urinating, and her small, hairy vulva disappeared from my sight.
Next to enter was Teacher Jianjie, who had given up her stall earlier. I was wondering why she hadn't shared the spot with him, when she squatted down. Ha, I have the answer. Can you guess what happened?
A completely pubic, white vulva appeared in the rearview mirror. Oh, so our Teacher Jianjie is a pubic hairless woman, also called a "white tiger vulva" because she doesn't have pubic hair. Most pubic hairless women are ashamed to be known, so she preferred Teacher Li Fang to use it first rather than share. Here, pubic hairless women are looked down upon; there's a saying, "Better to suffer hunger for a lifetime than marry a pubic hairless woman." The "hunger" here doesn't refer to physical hunger, but rather to never having sex.
Now that Teacher Li Fang is out, Teacher Jianjie can comfortably expose her vulva without revealing her shameful secret. However, she is completely unaware that another colleague, a male colleague, is peering through a hole in the wall in the drain, observing her vulva—a secret she would rather die than show—and learning the truth about her desperately guarded secret, rendering all her previous efforts futile.
Teacher Jianjie's mons pubis is completely hairless, like a girl's, while her labia are full and rounded like an adult woman's. Seeing her vulva, I had two illusions. First, her vulva seemed smaller than that of an average woman. With most women, I always treat the pubic hair and vulva as a whole, but Teacher Jianjie's vulva, lacking the pubic hair, appeared shorter. Second, her vulva seemed larger than that of an average woman. Without the pubic hair, the entire vulva appeared more exposed and clear, giving it a more three-dimensional and fuller appearance. These two illusions alternated before my eyes.
Ms. Jianjie's vulva was fair and rosy, and judging from how she wiped it, her labia were very elastic. Aside from the lack of pubic hair, her vulva was fully developed, especially the clitoris, which seemed larger than most women's. After urinating, there was a little vaginal discharge. Like most women, she wiped it with toilet paper, then examined and smelled it. After standing up, she even stuck a sanitary pad to her underwear, giving me a chance to see the beautiful sight of her vulva when she was standing. At the front was a soft, slightly raised pad of flesh, leading to a distinct slit. The top of the slit was slightly forked, somewhat like a "Y," although the two points at the top were just tiny dots. However, it was this small fork that made her vulva even more sensual.
Speaking of vulvas, I remembered something that happened to me, a strange event that I couldn't understand at first, but which was unexpectedly explained later. This might not seem strange to others, but I genuinely didn't know such a thing existed before. Here's what happened: In the past, while spying, I'd glimpsed a few Hui women, the kind who wore dark headscarves. Strangely, most of them were pubic hairless, and the other one or two had very short, neatly trimmed pubic hair. As you know, I have this quirk: if I see a woman, I have to tell her. But telling a woman you've been spyed on requires an opportunity; you can't just tell every woman you see. Sometimes, you tell her, but her reaction doesn't allow for further conversation, so you just have to leave it at that. But with my silver tongue, I've managed to hook a few. However, when I pointed out that she was pubic hairless and asked if it affected her marital relationship, the answers were always the same: they don't care about that, it's okay, etc. Just when I'd formed the idea that "they don't have the same taboo about pubic hair as we do," I suddenly received an unexpected answer.
That day, I remember it was around 9 a.m., I was peeping from a park restroom. This park was located in the suburbs, not a scenic area, so there were no tourists, only nearby residents who came to this grove for a walk. There weren't many women to see, but it was very safe. The restroom was small, with only three stalls: two for men and one for women. I chose this place not only because it was safe, but also because there was only one stall in the women's restroom, so if someone was in it, I had to watch. I had been watching here for many years, and little by little, I had seen quite a few women. Because the place was secluded and undisturbed, I could usually see the whole process without having to pretend to take off my pants like in a regular restroom. Through the window, the only path outside was completely visible, and I could see people coming from afar. Because it was quiet, the footsteps carried far. Because the restroom was small, and the women's stalls had no partitions or obstructions, the lighting was excellent, making the view quite clear and enjoyable. The toilets are small and lack privacy, so women usually hide behind the door, facing only the men's area. Frankly, I find it uninteresting to look at women with their backs to the men's toilet. But it's different here. Outside the women's toilet is a small mound surrounded by bamboo groves. From the mound, you can see through the doorway into the stalls. Unlike in the north, where toilets only have openings but no doors, here, if a woman's back is to the men's toilet, I can simply go behind the mound and peek through the bamboo to admire her entire body. I've tampered with my view beforehand to be able to peek discreetly. Actually, I quite enjoy watching women use the toilet, especially in the past. I've seen many women wearing menstrual belts here. Back then, women of all ages used menstrual belts, making it easy for me to see. Sadly, those good old days are gone. Women wearing menstrual belts were so beautiful, incomparable. But now menstrual belts are no longer used; sanitary napkins are popular, and many women stand while applying them, which is still a pleasant sight. A woman's vulva looks good whether she's squatting or standing; the beauty is simply different for each person.
In this restroom, I've told many women about being spied on, but I'm very careful, only going once every one or two months. Even if they wanted to do something, they wouldn't have the patience. Based on my years of experience as a spy, I know that most women won't do anything. I've tried many things. Single women are fine, but women with partners are no problem either; they might tease each other or feel shy. I've even tried telling couples that I spied on their wives, describing it as a marital affair. When I offered to help catch them, I didn't get a response. Most just said "never mind," and a few husbands would go in to check and then let it go. Actually, I know that if you think about it the other way around, if it were me, would I be so bold? The most dangerous things are often the safest. It's most interesting to tell couples about this. Although they don't want to cause trouble, they still have a lingering unease, after all, their wives' vulvas were seen and described by men. This applies to couples as well as male companions. Once, I was telling a woman that a male colleague had come over. The woman left, and the man came to inquire. I told him that he was very interested. Later, I used "there" and "that," but he started using "vagina" and "labia." Of course, he used explicit language, so I followed suit. By the end, we were using the more direct term "vagina." Such explicitness is only an isolated phenomenon. Most male companions don't show any particular reaction, but I know what they're thinking. In my description, the woman's vulva has already appeared in their minds.
But let's get back to the topic of that morning. That day, I was lying in wait in the men's restroom when I saw a young mother helping a five or six-year-old girl walk towards us. The woman had a black floral headscarf wrapped around her head and wore a red skirt. It was obvious she was from an ethnic minority. Many of them run a family-run Lanzhou noodle shop here. At that moment, I had no idea that I would have another white vulva to admire. Upon entering the toilet, the woman first helped the girl urinate, showing me a small, concave vulva. To be honest, I didn't like this kind of vulva; it lacked depth. After the child finished, the mother urinated herself. As she squatted down, I was both pleased and puzzled: another white-cheeked vulva appeared before me. Did their ethnic group really have so many white-cheeked vulvas? Years of voyeuristic experience told me that white-cheeked vulvas are more common in rural areas than in cities, perhaps due to nutrition. But almost all of them were white-cheeked, which made me wonder. Of course, despite my doubts, I loved white-cheeked vulvas, and with such a rare opportunity, I couldn't resist observing them closely. I watched her entire toileting process through the rearview mirror, scrutinizing every detail of her vulva when standing and squatting. As an aside: a white-cheeked vulva is incredibly beautiful when standing, with two labia forming a slit, perfectly resembling the character "凹" (concave), evoking the alluring scenery of two peaks surrounding a valley. I've been to Hangzhou, and I remember a scene at West Lake called "Twin Peaks Piercing the Clouds," which is probably something like this. People often like to compare a woman's breasts to twin peaks, but that's because they haven't appreciated the beauty of a white-cheeked vulva. In my opinion, a white-cheeked vulva, especially with its white and tender labia, is so exquisite and alluring—it's an incomparably beautiful sight. Let me tell you a secret: I once had the opportunity to have sex with a white-cheeked vulva, and I didn't want to stop for a whole day and night.
Speaking of Hangzhou, let me digress a bit. I don't know if you all know, but Hangzhou is truly a voyeur's paradise. I've been to Hangzhou on business trips, and all I saw were flush toilets everywhere—at least hundreds. Hangzhou is a metropolis, unlike our small towns. There are so many toilets, and so many flush toilets! You can just squat down anywhere and peek at several places without it getting in the way. Hangzhou is beautiful, with beautiful mountains, beautiful water, and beautiful people. The young women and married women are all so radiant. Hangzhou women not only generally have good skin, but their vaginas are also as full, moist, and rosy as their skin. In my opinion, if you were to rank vaginas, Hangzhou women's vaginas would be one or two levels better on average than those of women from other places. As you know, a beautiful face doesn't necessarily mean a beautiful vagina, but the majority of Hangzhou women's vaginas are beautiful. I'll discuss this topic with you another time.
Having seen the young mother's exposed vulva, I followed her. I first praised her child for being cute, and she, like any mother, was happy and sweet upon hearing my praise. We chatted for a while, and seeing that she wasn't wary, I made a friendly gesture, quietly telling her that I had been spied on. She was unsuspecting and quite talkative, so she took me for a helpful person. Perhaps because she was traveling and had few acquaintances, she felt lonely. So we started chatting. The park was quiet, and there was a place to sit. She talked to me while watching her child; the child was still young and didn't understand, so there was no need to be shy. Of course, during the conversation, I seized or created opportunities to describe what I had seen to her. As usual, she was shy. I noticed that although she was shy and not used to Mandarin, speaking haltingly, she was still willing to talk to me and answer my questions. I thought to myself, "I've finally got my chance!" I know she was a naive village woman, very bold in her speech, starting with simple terms like "there" and "that," then moving to "vagina" and "sexual intercourse," and finally using "concave vagina" and "fucking vagina." I went through this process back and forth repeatedly because my writing skills are poor, and I can't clearly describe the whole development. Please forgive me, but it happened, just not clearly. For example, I said things like, "We don't understand each other very well, so let's be direct and easy to understand," and "They're peeping at your...that vulva...do you understand vulva...it's that...concave vagina...you understand if I say it like that?" etc. The purpose was to make the conversation more explicit. And I must say, talking to a woman like that is actually quite enjoyable. I enjoy voyeurism, and I consider speaking lewd language to women as part of voyeurism—a broad kind of voyeurism, peeping at her shyness, peeping at the unspeakable feelings in her heart.
During our conversation, I asked her according to my own understanding, "You don't have pubic hair, which we call a 'white tiger' here. Does your husband have any thoughts about that?"
To my surprise, she refused to admit she was a "white tiger," saying in her broken Mandarin with its rising and falling tones, "I have pubic hair... I do."
Hearing her explanation, I thought: I've already seen right through her, and she still wants to hide it? I've encountered women like this before. After I told them, they denied it in every way, insisting I peel back the layers before they would submit. You want to deny it too? Fine, I'm just hoping for it. Your denial is giving me the perfect opportunity to expose you.
Unexpectedly, she told me, “I really do have pubic hair, but I shaved it off, so you can’t see it… We have a custom of shaving pubic hair where we're from… Our people are very clean. You see, we wear headscarves because our hair is dirty, and men wear hats for the same reason… Our hair isn’t clean… When we grow up, we have to shave our pubic hair… Pubic hair isn’t clean either. The shaved hair and clipped nails have to be buried in the ground… We’re all in yellow soil where we're from… We bury it all in the yellow soil…” Her Mandarin wasn’t good, and she spoke incoherently with a strange accent, but the meaning was clear, and she could understand me too.
“Do you shave often?”
“About once every two or three months… I shave when my husband tells me to.”
“Do you shave yourself?”
“I shave myself… I shave when I shower.”
“Doesn’t your husband shave you?” I tried to steer her further.
“Our custom is to shave ourselves… After we get married, we live with our parents… We listen to our parents very much… We have to shave ourselves.” It was probably something an elder had told her.
"Do you still listen to your elders when you're out?"
"Well, not necessarily now... My husband helps with the shaving... He's willing... We can't let Mom and Dad know."
I rambled on. "Hey, let me ask you, what do you call a woman's vulva where you're from?"
"I can't say..." "It's okay
to tell you... We don't know each other... I really want to understand your language and your customs, they're different from ours... We call it 'ao bi' here, what do you call it where you're from? Tell me... If we leave, we won't know each other anymore, it'll be like we never talked about it... I really want to know."
"They're pretty much the same... We call it... we call it bi... We don't say it..." (They call it "bi" where they're from, we call it "ao bi" here, I still prefer our name, I especially like the word "ao").
"Never say it?"
"No."
"Not even between husband and wife?...Not even in bed?"
"No,...not usually..."
"Then do you say it in bed?"
"In bed,...he sometimes says it..." "What
does he say?" I pressed. "He
says 'pussy'." This time she was surprisingly straightforward.
I continued: "So what do you call that thing you do?...You know, married life,...what do you call it?"
She hesitated again: "Well...it's pretty much the same thing."
"It's okay to say it..."
"...It's called 'fucking pussy'..." she finally said it.
I asked a jumbled question: "Hey, you often shave...shave your pubic hair, doesn't that make the pubic hair hard?"
"No."
"How can it not? Look, my beard is very hard, because I shave it often." "
Pussy hair doesn't." She also started using "pussy" with me.
"How old are your children?"
"Five years old...and another son, eight years old, living in our hometown, being cared for by his parents."
"Then you must be thirty years old, right? You don't look it, you look very young." I talked according to my own train of thought.
“No, I’m twenty-four.”
“Twenty-four?...My child is eight?” I was taken aback.
“Yes…I got married at fifteen and had my baby at sixteen.”
“Fifteen?...Still a child, right?”
“No, I’m an adult.”
“How old were you when you started menstruating?”
“I started menstruating at fourteen, got married at fifteen, I’m an adult.”
“Where do you have to shave your pubic hair from the time you get married?”
“No.”
I was confused again: “Then after you have a child?”
“No.”
“Then when do you start shaving your pubic hair?”
“Whenever your pubic hair grows, that’s when you start shaving.” Her answers became increasingly fluent.
“When did your pubic hair grow?”
“Seventeen.”
"Oh...you only grow pubic hair after having a child?"
"Yes...I started menstruating at fourteen, got married at fifteen, had my son at sixteen, and grew pubic hair at seventeen." She spoke as if recounting a diary.
"You call that 'fucking'? How often does your husband fuck you?" (I should have asked 'How often do you fuck?' but I deliberately phrased it 'How often does your husband fuck you,' implying 'your husband fucks you whenever he wants,' concealing the insult).
"It's not certain..."
"There must be a general timeframe, right?"
"We...every two or three days...We don't know anyone here, so after closing the shop, we just watch TV and DVDs...We always have to fuck...Sometimes more frequently."
"So you fuck almost every day? Can you handle it?"
"Yes, I can, my husband is strong and young." She was very proud.
"What does your husband say when he wants to fuck?"
"He doesn't say anything...but he fucks me every day." She seemed prepared.
"There must be times when he talks about this, right? If he does, what does he say? ...Fuck? ...Sex?"
"...Fuck. ...But we don't usually talk about it. We usually say 'let's do it,' or 'we want to do it.' ...Fuck is something we say in bed, it makes us happy."
"So...does your husband touch you when he's having sex with you?
" "Yes, he does.
" "Where do you like him to touch you ?
" "At first, I liked him to touch my breasts...but later...I liked him to touch my pussy."
"Does he lick you? ...With his tongue?"
"Yes."
"Where does he lick you?"
"Face...breasts...pussy."
"Do you lick him?"
"Yes."
"Hey...I'm asking you, how long does it really take when you're having sex? ...I mean, after his dick goes inside your pussy, how long can he fuck you? Not counting the touching and licking beforehand."
"This...I haven't calculated it...it's uncertain..."
I continued to coax: "There must be a general time, right? ...I'm afraid I won't last long enough, I want to know other people's...It's okay to talk about it...Tell me, how many minutes does it really take when you're having sex?"
"...About seven or eight minutes,...sometimes it takes longer."
"Oh,...I can last for more than ten minutes, that's not short....Do you feel like you've had enough?"
"It's not a matter of whether it's enough or not,...I just let him do it..."
"Oh (I kept saying 'oh' to make her feel accomplished, to make her think she was teaching someone else, and to make her think she was normal, standard, and should be satisfied)...According to you, your husband initiates your sex life?...He can do it whenever he wants, for as long as he wants?"
"He initiates, the length of time is up to him...whether he does it or not is up to him...sometimes when I want to, he does it to me too..." Look at this simple village woman, she's becoming more and more frank.
She was frank, so I was frank too: "When do you want to have sex?"
"Sometimes when I'm in a good mood... I just want him to have sex with me for a day... We're from out of town, we don't have many games, so when I'm in a good mood, I just want to... have sex... He
's the same way, when business is good, he wants to have sex with me," "Oh... you guys are having so much fun... Actually, do you want to hear the truth?... There's no other game that can compare to... having sex... Of course, having sex is something between husband and wife, only the two of you can do it, you can't do it with someone else." I wanted to reassure her, to let her talk freely, I only do it with my wife, I won't violate her, "... Do you like your husband having sex with your... pussy?" Now that you're reassured, you should be able to answer.
"... I like it..." Her voice was soft, shy, but also very frank.
"Why do you like it?"
"It feels good." This time it was straightforward.
I pressed on: "Tell me,... where do you feel the most comfortable when he has sex?"
"... My whole body feels good..."
"Where does it feel the most comfortable?"
"It's there,... my pussy..." She was squeezing toothpaste, but I finally managed to squeeze it out.
Slightly shifting the tone: "Hey... when you're having sex, do you prefer it to be fast or slow? And do you prefer it light or heavy?"
"At the beginning, I like it light and slow, but later on, the faster and harder the better."
"Can you handle it heavy?... I also like it heavy, but I'm worried my wife can't handle it, so I wanted to ask you."
"No problem... Heavy feels good, I'd rather he do it, heavy feels good... Heavy feels good,... In the end, thick and heavy, that's the most comfortable."
"When you're having sex, is he on top or you on top?"
"He's on top... I rarely am on top... I only get on top when he wants me to."
"What's your favorite position?"
"...I put my legs on his shoulders... that's when it goes deepest and he does the hardest... the most real."
"One more question... Does he do it in your ass?"
"No, I won't let you... fucking the pussy is good, fucking the anus is bad... He only fucked my anus once,... I learned it from a DVD... We watched it together, and he wanted to try it. I couldn't resist him, so I let him try... It hurt so much... I even got diarrhea."
It was my turn to comfort her: "That's because you weren't prepared... The pussy is slippery, of course it's easy to fuck, the anus is dry, of course it hurts... You ejaculated into your anus, so you got diarrhea... Fuck the anus first, then fuck the pussy, that's fine."
"Who's making such a fuss... Anyway, I don't like it."
Seeing that she was getting annoyed, I quickly changed the subject and went back to the beginning: "Hey, by the way... what kind of razor do you use to shave... shave your pubic hair? Electric?"
"No,... there are special razors... similar to the razors you men use to shave your beards."
"Our men's beards are easy to shave... but your women's... pussy... is down there, you can't see it, how do you shave it?"
“It’s easy to shave. Shave while looking in the mirror. Women in our area all shave their pubic hair… The shaved pubic hair is wrapped up with the fingernails and buried in the ground… You can’t let anyone know, you bury it secretly.”
“You use a mirror?… Then you must often look at… often look at your own vulva?… I ask you, do you think yours is beautiful?… I think your vulva is beautiful… full, tender, even more beautiful without pubic hair… I just saw it.”
My prompting immediately restored her blushing face to its previous shyness. Thinking about it, it makes sense. A strange man tells you he saw your vulva and remembers its shape, wouldn’t you be ashamed? Women keep their vulvas in the most private place so men don’t see them, but a man has seen it, and he’s not even your husband, and he insists on telling you, could you handle that?
But despite her shyness, she still spoke: “…What good or bad… A woman’s vulva is the ugliest… dirty…”
“From a man’s perspective, a woman’s vulva is the most beautiful, the cleanest… To be honest, although someone else showed it to me just now, I still felt… a certain reaction… I really want to see it again.”
“You’ve already seen it, what difference does it make?” she said casually, without any other meaning.
She meant nothing, but I did. I felt this woman might be a good opportunity: “I’m telling the truth… your vulva is really beautiful… doesn’t your husband compliment you?”
“…My husband always says I’m beautiful.”
“I knew it… your husband is telling the truth… women can’t see a woman’s beauty, only we men can… your face is already beautiful, but… but your vulva is even more beautiful than your face… I really want to see it again.”
“Nonsense.” I didn’t know if she meant my complimenting her beauty was nonsense or my desire to see her vulva was nonsense.
I went straight to the point: “Really, I really want to, really want to see it again… Hey, can you grant my wish?”
She panicked a little: “No… no…” That was all she could say.
“It’s alright, there’s no one here… let me see. I can pay you.” I wanted to make a deal.
“What money… no way…” She didn’t care about money, but she didn’t say anything else, just the same old thing.
“Or… my… dick… you can see too?”
“… I don’t want to see…” My thoughts were already a bit muddled, and my Mandarin wasn’t good, so I couldn’t say anything else.
“It’s alright… you can see mine first.” Without further ado, I pulled out my dick.
She quickly covered her face: “…No… no…”
I noticed that although she covered her face, her eyes weren’t closed. Actually, she wanted to see too. It wasn’t that she was particularly lewd; if a woman had the chance, she would always want to see what another man’s dick looked like, whether it was the same as her husband’s, which was understandable.
I pulled her hands away from her face and casually touched her breasts; they felt firm and soft.
She finally saw my dick.
“You’ve seen my dick… let me see your pussy too… please…”
“Didn’t I see it already?… didn’t I see it already?…” she repeated incoherently.
“I was scared just now, I didn’t see much… please, let me see, okay?”
“Here… no…” I felt her softening.
“Let’s find a quiet place… okay, please.”
“No… no…”
I pulled her away, she kept saying “no, no,” but eventually followed. I was pleading and begging, confusing her completely.
[The End]

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