Ma Sao raped and murdered

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After the brothel in town opened, I, who had never tasted the flavor of a woman, really wanted to go and see it for myself. But seeing that useless fellow, I lost my spirit. Today, I can only suffer alone again. Thinking of this, tears even streamed down my face.

With nothing to do, I wandered around the yard. Actually, there wasn't much to see; it was just a few places I went back and forth to. Suddenly, I heard the sound of water coming from the bathhouse used by the staff. "Huh? Didn't everyone go out? Who's still bathing there?" I was a little puzzled. I went over and looked through the cracked and worm-eaten door (grown men aren't afraid of being seen bathing, so we had no problem with this broken door).

In the dim light of the bathhouse, I saw a white body, but I couldn't see the face clearly. However, I was sure it wasn't any of the staff; how could we be so white! Oh, I remembered, Ma's wife seemed to have said that the faucet at her place was broken and told Old Li to fix it later. Could it be her in the bathhouse?

Just then, the person in the shed turned around, and it was indeed Sister Ma. She was tilting her head back, letting the water jet spray onto her face, looking quite pleased. However, what attracted me wasn't her face, but her naked body, her full breasts, round and plump. Although she was over forty, they didn't seem to sag much; her brownish-red nipples were like two large grapes embedded in white steamed buns. Below her slightly thickened abdomen, a dense patch of pubic hair clung neatly to her skin after being wet with water.

Sister Ma reached down and carefully washed herself. I stared intently. I had never seen a woman's body so close before. The feeling of seeing a living female body was completely different from looking at the women in those pornographic magazines (of course, the women in the magazines were much prettier). Suddenly, I felt a surge in my lower body, such a familiar yet long-lost feeling. Looking down, I saw that my manhood had miraculously regained its former glory, making a tent in my pants. Overwhelmed with ecstasy, I cried out.

The moment I uttered the sound, I knew I was in trouble. Ma's wife, inside the shed, yelled, "Who's out there!" I ran away as fast as I could, but Ma's wife's voice came after me: "You brat, stop right there!" Good heavens, she'd chased after me! I panicked, not knowing where to run, and ended up rushing into Ma's wife's house.

"Where do you think you're going to run now!" Just as I was standing there, not knowing where to go, Ma's wife had already caught up with me.

"Ah, I thought it was that bastard peeping at me, but it's you again, Zhang Ren, you little pervert." Ma's wife grabbed my ear. "Come on, to the police station, see if Brother Niu doesn't cut off your balls!"

I flailed my arms, crying, "No, no! I didn't mean it, please spare me!"

"I knew you were a little pervert from the last time I saw you, do you think I'd spare you this time? Come on!" Ma's wife pulled hard. In my panic, I didn't care about the pain and forcefully pushed her hand away.

"Oh, you actually dare to fight back!" She lunged at me, tearing at me. I covered my head and face with my hands, desperately trying to run, but Sister Ma grabbed my collar again. I went a little crazy and shoved her hard. With a "bang," Sister Ma's entire body crashed into the wall and collapsed limply to the ground, unconscious.

I panted, looking at her. I suddenly realized how little she was dressed. It was just an extremely thin synthetic short-sleeved shirt. I didn't know if it was because she hadn't dried herself off from the bathwater or because she was sweating from the vigorous activity, but the shirt was wet and transparent. I could clearly see two brownish-red nipples and a deep navel.

As for her pants, they were the same; the thick black hair between her legs was clearly visible. It seemed that Sister Ma had hurriedly put on her clothes before chasing after me.

I swallowed hard, staring at her body as if possessed. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling. I squatted down, trembling, and reached out a hand to Sister Ma's chest, but then stopped, not having the courage to touch her. With a determined effort, I slipped my hand inside her open neckline and grabbed her round breast. The softness felt like grasping the softest dough, while the hard nipples stimulated my palms, making my blood boil. I reached in with both hands and kneaded them forcefully, her breasts transforming into strange shapes like clay in my hands.

Soon, I wasn't satisfied with just fondling her breasts. Now bolder, I gently pulled down her pants. A clump of dark pubic hair, like tangled weeds, was dotted with droplets of moisture, giving it an indescribably obscene appearance. I tried inserting a finger between her legs; it was slippery. After a few thrusts, I felt some watery substance seeping out. I pulled my finger out; it was covered in a sticky liquid. I smelled it—sour and stinky, quite disgusting—but for some reason, I kept smelling it, as if I were torturing myself.

I parted Ma's legs and carefully examined her genitals. They were roughly the same as in the pornographic magazine photos, but much uglier. I gently pinched the small red bead at the very tip of the cleft; it had swelled considerably, and fluid was seeping out. I pulled down my pants, and my once-erect member sprang out, feeling incredibly swollen. It took a while to urinate before I felt a little better. I aimed my purplish-red glans at Ma's, took a deep breath, and thrust it in without resistance. Naturally, I began piston-like movements, waves of pleasure washing over me, oblivious to Ma's soft moans. Her

loose vagina made it difficult to reach peak pleasure quickly. After a long while, I felt a tingling in my tailbone, and years of pent-up semen rushed into the depths of Ma's uterus. Even so, I still felt a lingering urge. Leaving Ma's body, I looked at my genitals, covered in her fluids and semen, and smiled.

"Zhang Ren, you...you actually dared to rape me..." The weak voice sent shivers down my spine. I saw Ma's wife struggle to her feet and walk away. I pulled her to the ground, pinning her down. Ma's wife twisted her body, "Let me go, you heartless lecher, let me go!"

I pleaded, "Ma's wife, don't...don't shout, I'll leave now, don't shout, if you shout, I'm finished, have pity on me, just pretend I'm wrong, I'm not human, I deserve to die, please, don't shout..."

"Don't even think about it! Help! Catch the lecher! Rape!...Ugh..."

I covered her mouth with one hand and grabbed her neck with the other.

"Don't shout! Don't shout! Don't... Ah!" When I saw that Sister Ma's face had turned purple and her tongue was sticking out, I quickly let go and cried out, "Sister Ma, Sister Ma, don't scare me! Sister Ma, Sister Ma..." No matter how I called out, Sister Ma didn't respond at all, only staring at me with dead fish eyes. I reached out and checked her breath; there wasn't a breath left. Her body, which had been warm just moments before, was gradually stiffening. Sister Ma was dead!

I killed her!

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