Old Stories of the Mountain Village

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(I) Introduction

My hometown is nestled in a mountainous region, where the fertile land provides us with abundant and leisurely days. Because of its remoteness, we live a life largely isolated from the outside world.

This summer, on my fortieth birthday, I met someone from outside the mountains for the first time. He was a middle-aged writer who came to the mountains to write. His arrival coincided with the villagers' celebration of my fortieth birthday, and he joined us for a sumptuous meal. During the meal, he suggested renting a house in the village for a while, and the villagers immediately encouraged him to stay at my house. Looking at this fair-skinned young man, I agreed without hesitation.

In the mountains, women over forty are completely free. As long as they manage their households well, the villagers will no longer criticize any of our romantic affairs, so a fortieth birthday is a big deal.

On my fortieth birthday, I hired a cultured man from the city to stay at my house, and the village women were so envious their eyes almost popped out. Every morning, a bunch of women would come to my house, surrounding me and wanting to hear about the night before's scandalous affairs. But we had no affairs whatsoever. The writer only spent time with us during meals; the rest of the time he was either writing in

his room or taking walks by the lake alone. When we met, we would only exchange polite greetings, without even a hint of lust. After seven or eight days of this peaceful period, I went to bring him some fruit one afternoon. His door was ajar. I pushed it open and saw him sitting alone in a chair with his back to the door. I quietly approached him and was shocked to see him masturbating with his eyes closed. A huge penis was disproportionate to his small body. The dark penis was moving in and out of the ring formed by his five fingers, and his two large mounds were completely exposed, swaying back and forth with his fingers. I was stunned. His breathing became faster and faster, and the rhythm of his fingers became faster and faster. I felt a warm liquid slowly flowing out from my vulva. My vaginal fluid increased, flowing all the way down to my knees.

Suddenly, a piece of fruit fell from the plate to the ground with a loud thud. The writer was startled and turned towards me, his penis pointing directly at me. Just then, a large clump of white substance gushed from his penis, his shaft throbbing between his fingers, and spurts of semen erupted, most of it landing on my inner thighs, a small portion splashing onto my trouser legs and shoes.

We stared at each other, our faces flushed, frozen in embarrassment. Coming to our senses, he quickly grabbed a tissue to help me wipe myself. The moment his hand touched my inner thigh, brushing against my labia through my pants, I instantly orgasmed, a large gush of vaginal fluid flowing out, my legs trembling. Realizing his mistake, the writer only wiped briefly before handing me the tissue.

I took the tissue and looked down at my thighs; the white semen was particularly noticeable against my dark trousers, and my vaginal fluid had soaked a large area of my thighs. To ease the tension, I said while wiping myself, "Such a wonderful thing, so many women dream of having it, it's such a waste to just let it go to waste." The writer laughed like a child.

After wiping myself, I noticed his penis was still sticking out, so I used the same paper to wipe it for him. Gently holding his semi-erect penis, I rubbed and kneaded it as I wiped, and the dark thing immediately hardened again. The writer stood up, hugged me tightly, pulled me to the bedside, and gently laid me down on his kang (heated brick bed). My clothes were slowly removed piece by piece.

When I was finally naked on the bed, he quickly took off his own clothes and pounced on me. His hard penis pressed tightly against my vulva, but he didn't penetrate me. Instead, he began to kiss my breasts, neck, ears, and lips. His hot lips roamed over my upper body, and when he gently bit my nipple with his teeth, I had an instant orgasm.

Then, he began to kiss my lips, his tongue moving in and out of my mouth, while his fingers caressed my clitoris. Mountain men usually get straight to the point with women, at most touching the woman's vaginal opening a few times with their fingers until it's wet, then they start thrusting vigorously with their penises. In forty years, no man had ever treated me as gently as the writer; I orgasmed three times in half an hour.

Finally, he inserted his large penis into me. I trembled slightly, concentrating all my energy to enjoy his penetration. Unexpectedly, his large penis was so ineffective; just as I caught up with his rhythm, he cried out and ejaculated inside me. Feeling his penis throbbing inside my vagina, I felt a slight regret.

After ejaculating, his limp penis remained inside me, and he slumped against me to rest. Then I began to contract my vagina, tightly enveloping his penis. He looked up at me in surprise, his penis hardening again. I continued to contract, both of us motionless, only my vagina rubbing against his penis, and soon he ejaculated again.

Then he spoke his first words to me: "I've only ever read about women who can perform vaginal tightening techniques in books. I never imagined I'd meet such an extraordinary woman like you in the mountains." I said, "There are many strange things about people in the mountains. You'll have to discover them slowly."

(II) The Writer's Twice-

Cooked Pork Since I had sex with the short writer who lived in my house, my life became more interesting. On weekdays, my husband would take our son to the fields to do farm work, and my father-in-law would go to play chess and chat with his old friends. After my two daughters went to school, it was just the two of us at home, and we would be intimate for a while every day.

The writer's skillful tongue and warm lips fascinated me. Just kissing him could make me tremble and orgasm several times in his arms. We mountain women never knew that the tongue and lips could bring so much pleasure to sex, especially when he gently bit my nipple with his teeth, rubbed my large breasts with one hand, and gently rubbed my clitoris with the other. My love juice would flow down in streams, sometimes soaking my socks down my calves.

The writer said he never knew a woman's vagina could produce so much vaginal fluid. When I told him that no man had ever caressed my breasts and lips like he had, the writer exclaimed that mountain folk didn't know how to enjoy treasures, and then became even more tender towards me.

The only regret was that I had never experienced a true orgasm from the writer's penis. When his huge shaft entered my vagina, my entire vagina felt hot and full. With each thrust, just as the pleasure deep within me was awakened, he ejaculated. Each time, I would use a vaginal tightening technique to awaken him again. We would lie there quietly, motionless, his soft penis being massaged by my vagina, gradually hardening, and then he would ejaculate inside me.

He gave this a name, "Resurrection," which showed that it was his favorite. Although I longed for his large penis to give me intense and prolonged thrusting, I was content as long as my "Resurrection" technique brought pleasure to the man I desired.

Between the writer's room and my bedroom was my father-in-law's bedroom. Despite the distance, he could still hear my moans as my husband penetrated me. He told me that since he moved in, he timed my moans every time he heard them. He said I would moan for half an hour each time, sometimes even forty minutes, while his large penis had never made me moan once. He hated that his penis was useless. I quickly told him that I was always satisfied, but I didn't know why I didn't moan when I was with him.

I told him that men's penises all look similar, but each one is unique. My husband, Haihai, has a body as solid as a rock, but his penis is much smaller than yours. Every time he gets hard, his penis is hot to the touch and as hard as an iron rod. My body has long been used to waiting for his penetration every moment. Every time he presses his hot, hard penis against my buttocks and gropes my genitals a few times, my vagina immediately gushes with fluid. Then he rolled over on top of me and plunged his entire penis into my vagina, thrusting hard.

Once I caught up with his rhythm, massive orgasms would surge through me repeatedly, and with each thrust, I would involuntarily cry out. We remained tense, silent, completely focused on each other's manhood. He continued thrusting relentlessly for several tens of minutes, and I lost count of how many orgasms I had each time.

Except for the first few years of our marriage, I rarely used my "resurrection technique" on him, because he was always exhausted afterward and would immediately fall asleep.

Although Haihai's penis gave me immense satisfaction, he wanted me less and less often. I wanted it every day, but he only had it once every four or five days. "But Writer, your penis is a treasure," I said. "It's like a little balloon, it gets hard at the slightest touch. I see it get hard in front of me every day, sometimes three or four times a day, I love it so much."

I said Haihai's thing was like strong liquor, exciting to drink, but you can't drink it every day; Writer's thing was like water, bland to drink, but you can have it every day. I wish I had two husbands at the same time. Writer laughed and called me a slut.

One noon, I was kneading dough in the kitchen preparing lunch when Haihai suddenly returned home from the fields to get his tools. He didn't go to find his tools, but went straight to the kitchen to find me. My hands were stuck in the dough basin, covered in dough. Turning around, I saw Haihai's face flushed red, his crotch bulging with a large tent from his erect penis. I knew he must have encountered some wild woman on his way home.

Before I could say anything, Haihai walked behind my upturned buttocks and pulled my pants down to my ankles, exposing my white buttocks. Then he took off his shorts, his erect penis pressing against my vaginal opening, his hands groping around my inner thighs. I said no, but a large amount of vaginal fluid flowed from my vulva, wetting his glans.

He parted my labia with his hands, and his hard penis thrust into my vagina from behind. I said we had guests, but he continued thrusting, saying, "What are you afraid of? The writer isn't a child; he's seen this kind of thing before."

I was bent over, my hands immersed in dough, my body swaying back and forth with Haihai's thrusts, as if I were still kneading dough—it looked quite comical.

Just then, the writer suddenly pushed open the kitchen door to get something. Seeing this scene, he froze. My face flushed red, my hands and buttocks were pinned down, and I couldn't move. Haihai greeted the writer, but his penis continued to thrust in and out, even more violently, his two fleshy balls slapping against my buttocks with a "slap, slap" sound.

The writer paused for a moment, then quietly went to the far end of the kitchen, picked up a thermos, and slowly backed away, his eyes never leaving my buttocks, fixed on Haihai's hard penis going in and out.

Just then, I suddenly had an orgasm and cried out loudly, startling the writer, who froze. Haihai then thrust even deeper, and with each thrust, I cried out. I tried to hold back my cries, but my vocal cords wouldn't obey my control at that moment. The writer backed away from the kitchen to the rhythm of my cries, and a moment later, Haihai shouted and ejaculated a large amount of hot fluid deep inside me.

Haihai smiled triumphantly at me, pulled out his limp penis, patted my buttocks, and pulled up my pants. Perhaps embarrassed to see the writer immediately, Haihai picked up her tools and left.

Just as I was about to continue kneading the dough, the writer suddenly came back in. Remembering the scene from earlier, my face flushed crimson. I barely managed to say, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh," before the writer pounced on me. Like a madman, he stripped me naked in a few quick movements, then stripped himself naked too, not caring about the flour splattered on my hands. He picked me up and placed me on the table.

After I sat down, he spread my legs wide. My inner thighs were covered in my husband's semen and my vaginal fluid, my pubic hair was stuck together in a sticky mess. I said, "Let me wash first," but the writer put his head down to my labia, his mouth pressed against my vaginal opening, and began licking. I was completely stunned.

He kept licking my pubic hair and labia, licking away all the vaginal fluid. When I came to my senses, he was already focused on my labia minora and clitoris. His soft, smooth tongue slid over my sensitive areas, and a surge of heat rushed from deep within my vagina to the top of my head. I cried out in excitement. My cries only aroused him more. He curled his tongue into a fleshy strip and inserted it into my vagina, then withdrew, rubbing my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. My cries grew louder and louder, and drops of my

vaginal fluid dripped into his mouth. I don't know how much time passed before he finally picked up his penis and thrust it into my vagina all the way to the hilt. His penis was much larger than before and very hard, the huge shaft filling my vagina. With each powerful thrust, the head of his penis touched my clitoris, and an unprecedented pleasure enveloped my entire body. I forgot who I was, or where I was; all I felt was a bright light before my eyes. I moaned softly as my man thrust in and out vigorously. I just hoped it would never stop.

As his penis throbbed violently deep inside me, he ejaculated, and tears of excitement streamed down my face. He held me in the same position, and we remained motionless for a long time before separating. Watching his soft penis gently slide out of my vagina, I said, "Thank you." This was the happiest moment of my life.

I asked him, "Why were you so vigorous today?" He told me it was the first time he had seen a woman he knew make love to someone else in front of him, and he was extremely excited. He added that twice-cooked pork always kept him excited for longer. I asked him what twice-cooked pork was. He told me that after a woman has just made love to another man, the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid smells as good as twice-cooked pork. I was shocked and my mouth dropped open.

Later, he told me that when he was in the city, he deeply loved the young woman who lived across the hall. This young woman often sneaked back to his house to be intimate with him after making love with her husband, and over time, he fell in love with twice-cooked pork.

From then on, whenever Haihai and I made love, I would climb into the writer's bed afterward to enjoy the blissful time brought by twice-cooked pork.

For a month after the writer came, I didn't sleep in my father-in-law's bed even once. That day, I told my father-in-law not to lock the door that night, as I was going to find him. It just so happened that Haihai and I had been intimate that day, and afterwards he fell fast asleep. I put on a short-sleeved shirt, without even putting on pants, and secretly slipped off the bed.

When I got to my father-in-law's room, I found him already prepared; he was lying naked on the bed, his penis already half-erect. I quickly climbed on top of him, using my hands to help his penis slide into my vagina, then I lifted my buttocks and began to move it up and down.

As we played slowly, my father-in-law said that I had forgotten him because I had a new lover. I guessed he had discovered my affair with the writer, and he remained silent, just moving his buttocks. My father-in-law said, "As long as you're happy, and Haihai doesn't see, it'll be fine. Just don't do it too often, lest you tire yourself out." I said, "Men only give me more energy; I never feel tired." My father-in-law said, "I've turned you into a little slut." I laughed.

Since my father-in-law got old, I haven't experienced any pleasure with him. However, remembering the kindness he showed me when he was young, I still insist on giving him sexual pleasure regularly. He can no longer ejaculate, and sometimes it takes a lot of effort to insert his semi-erect penis into me. I have to constantly use techniques to keep him erect, but being with him makes me incredibly relaxed, and listening to his lewd jokes gives me great satisfaction.

We played for over an hour, and my father-in-law got tired; it was also very late. I pulled his penis out of my vagina, climbed off the bed, covered him with a blanket, and he immediately fell asleep like a child.

Too lazy to put on my clothes, I picked up my garments, quietly closed the door, and left. As soon as I turned around, someone grabbed me, and I was so startled I almost screamed. When I saw it was the writer, my shock turned to embarrassment. Naked, I walked out of my father-in-law's bedroom; all explanations were useless.

The writer didn't say a word, just pulled me into his room. As soon as we reached the bedside, he laid me down, parted my legs, and immediately began kissing my genitals. My whole body tensed, and the relaxation I had felt from my father-in-law instantly turned into excitement. I teased the writer, saying, "This is double-cooked pork!" My words turned his excitement into madness, and I experienced the holy land of orgasm again and again.

The writer didn't stop until dawn. Then he told me that when he came out of the toilet, he saw me enter my father-in-law's room naked from the waist down, and then he waited for me to come out of the door. Thinking that someone had been listening at the door for more than an hour while I was being intimate with my father-in-law, my face turned bright red with embarrassment.

The writer kept pestering me to tell him about my affair with my father-in-law, and I said, "It's almost dawn, and I've been making love with three grown men all night, so I'm a little tired. I'll definitely tell you about my affair with my father-in-law tomorrow."

(III) Virginity

I married Haihai in the summer when I was 18. Haihai's home was very close to mine. We were betrothed by our parents and had been childhood sweethearts since we were little. Haihai's father had passed away many years ago, and only he and his father lived in the house. Life was tough back then. We were supposed to wait a few years until our new house was built before we got married, but Haihai was drafted into the army when he was 18. My father-in-law, fearing something might happen and wanting a grandson sooner, hastily arranged the wedding a little over a month before Haihai left for the army.

Weddings in the mountains are simple. The whole village gathers at the groom's house for a lively feast, and everyone disperses as soon as it gets dark. We don't force the newlyweds to drink or play pranks on them in the bridal chamber. Knowing the couple had waited over a decade for this day, we let them enjoy themselves early.

But the real big day was the day after the wedding. The villagers gathered again early in the morning. Children scrambled for candy, elders retrieved borrowed items from their homes for the feast, and the young men and women waited to interrogate each other about the details of their wedding night. Everyone was waiting to see one item: the "virginity brocade."

The virginity brocade was a large piece of new white cotton cloth, placed under the bride's bottom on their wedding night. On their wedding night, the bride's blood, flowing from her first time, staining the white cotton cloth, signifies her virginity. If the bride has already lost her virginity, she might conceal it with cotton balls soaked in chicken blood, or smear it on the white cloth by pricking her finger.

Young people don't fake it, but experienced villagers can discern the truth from the bride and groom's eyes, and from the shape of the blood. Mountain people are tolerant of extramarital affairs, but they hold a strong obsession with virginity; a bride who isn't virgin will never be able to hold her head high. Even if she successfully deceives others, a fake bride will never feel at ease. Virginity is a death knell for mountain women.

I was a virgin when I got married. Although Haihai meticulously studied and played with my genitals every day, he never broke my hymen. He often teased me by stroking a thin pencil along my vaginal opening, but he swore to heaven that he hadn't broken my hymen. He knew every detail of my private parts, so I had no choice but to believe him. As the big day of our virginity approached, I was still incredibly nervous.

As soon as it got dark, the wedding guests left. We said goodnight to my father-in-law and hurried into our "new room." Calling it a "new room" was a bit of a stretch; it was really just a large room separated from Haihai's by a thin straw mat.

My father-in-law lived in the outer room, and our "new room" was in the inner one, accessible only by passing in front of his kang (heated brick bed). Light shone through the thin straw wall, and every sound was crystal clear. We went into the inner room, not saying a word, just staring blankly at each other. Suddenly, Haihai picked me up and quickly stripped me naked. Then we climbed naked onto the kang. We had been naked together countless times before, but today Haihai seemed like a different person. He didn't caress me at all. He picked up a white cloth, spread it out, picked me up and placed me on it, immediately spread my legs wide, and then knelt between my thighs. Then he pressed his hot, hard penis against my vaginal opening. Before I could react, he penetrated me, and a piercing pain shot up from my genitals. He then withdrew his penis and thrust it in again, each time causing excruciating pain.

I never imagined that the pleasure I had longed for for over a decade would be so painful, nor that my Haihai would be so rough with me. I pounded him with my fists, but he ignored me, continuing to thrust inside me.

After a while, I felt his penis throbbing violently inside my vagina, and a gush of hot fluid sprayed deep inside me. He remained still, enjoying his ejaculation. The throbbing stopped, and he began to thrust again, but this time much more gently. His semen lubricated my vagina, and his gentleness eased my pain; I felt a tingling heat.

Then his penis went limp and slipped out, unable to be inserted again. Haihai picked me up, pulled out the white cloth from under my buttocks, and used it to wipe his soft, fleshy flesh, then wiped my vulva. He then showed it to me. In the center of the cloth was a large patch of blood-red, surrounded by red dots of varying sizes. Haihai's penis had left long white streaks mixed with blood at one corner of the cloth, and my vulva was covered in a pinkish discharge of red and white fluid. Looking at the virginity cloth, which resembled a painting, I cried.

I cried and cried, while Haihai lay on top of me, wiping my tears and gently patting me. After a while, as I gradually stopped crying, I felt Haihai's penis harden again at the entrance of my vagina. We laid the white cloth back down, and he entered me again. This time, his hard penis went in smoothly. I didn't feel pain, just a slight tingling sensation. He gently inserted it, and the tingling sensation gradually spread throughout my body, even the soles of my feet. After a long time, he finally ejaculated into my core with a throbbing motion. I grinned at him, feeling a complete sense of satisfaction.

My tingling and itching had just subsided when Haihai's penis became hard again inside me. He only thrust a few times before my whole body started to go numb again. Haihai tried to thrust harder, and my whole body jolted. Seeing my reaction, he began to thrust forcefully. My tingling and itching came in waves, and my juices started flowing freely. The slippery feeling made Haihai thrust even harder, his erect penis slapping against my vulva with a "slap, slap" sound. We didn't care about the father-in-law next door anymore; we just kept thrusting into each other.

Suddenly, I felt a jolt, as if I'd been electrocuted, and I screamed. My scream startled Haihai, and he stopped. I tried to cover my mouth, but it was too late. Hearing that the father-in-law next door wasn't making any noise, Haihai started thrusting again. Soon, I screamed again, and Haihai ignored me, thrusting harder and faster. My juices flowed more and more, soaking my entire buttocks. I screamed more and more frequently; I wanted to stop, but I couldn't control my mouth.

Finally, Haihai cried out and began his relentless ejaculation. Afterwards, he collapsed on top of me, resting for a while. After a while, Haihai stirred, propping himself up, wanting to go again. My father-in-law started coughing loudly in the next room, indicating that it was too late, so we had to stop, and with immense satisfaction and a little regret, we quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, it was already bright. I woke Haihai, and he immediately became hard again and penetrated me. My father-in-law then coughed loudly again and said through the door, "The villagers are coming soon, they want Haihai to bring out his virginity sash." I realized that my father-in-law was afraid that our semen would wet the white cloth, and the undried stains would make the villagers laugh. It seemed that my father-in-law could hear every detail of our encounter, and this thought made my face turn red.

Haihai slipped our virginity sash through the crack in the door, turned around, and penetrated me again. Soon, people started arriving in the yard, and Haihai, eager to ejaculate, frantically thrust up and down at me. He finally ejaculated, and without even washing himself, we put on our clothes and went outside. My legs were covered in semen, and I stood in the yard watching people comment on my virginity. My face turned bright red.

My virginity was hung on a rope, the copious semen and blood staining it with colorful patterns. People carefully studied every texture, imagining the details of last night's passionate encounter. As soon as Haihai and I stepped outside, people separated us and surrounded us. The girls interrogated me, asking details: How many times? How did it feel? Many questions. I only told them three times; I was too embarrassed to say what happened a few minutes earlier. As for the feeling, I only said the first time was painful, the second itchy, and the third was heavenly.

The old folks surrounded my father-in-law, saying they hadn't seen such perfect virginity in years, and his face beamed with smiles. The young men listened to Haihai's animated boasting, and Haihai's pride was written all over his face. In just one night, I went from a virgin to a young woman. Looking at the smiles on my father-in-law and Haihai's faces, I knew my virginity had laid a good foundation for me in this family, and good days were beginning.

Virgin rouge, I once hated you, feared you; now, I love you, beautiful virgin rouge.

(IV) Father-in-law's Gift

Ever since my writer lover discovered my affair with my father-in-law, he's been pestering me to tell him this scandalous story. My father-in-law is a simple, honest mountain man, and I didn't want the writer to portray him as a lewd old man, so I'll recount the story in detail.

When I first got married, my husband, Haihai, was about to join the army, so I didn't let him manage the fields anymore; he just wanted to stay home and be with me. Our new house and my father-in-law's house were separated only by a thin straw mat, letting in light and sound. I remember my cries and my father-in-law's coughing on our wedding night, and I blushed every time I met his eyes.

Later, Haihai and I tried to make love during the day, after my father-in-law had gone to the fields, so that by evening we were both exhausted and wouldn't disturb him. Haihai was young, and being newly married, he recovered quickly. Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night and I would have sex with him again, making me scream with excitement. The most troublesome time was in the morning. Every morning, as soon as Haihai woke up, his penis would be hard. His abundant morning energy made him incredibly wild, driving me to orgasm after orgasm, with constant moans. My father-in-law outside could definitely hear everything.

To suppress my noise, I pressed a pillow against my face, which lessened my moans considerably, but each time I felt breathless. There was no other way; to fully enjoy my husband's passionate thrusts, I had to endure the discomfort. For two mornings in a row, I used a pillow.

On the third morning, I bit the pillow as Haihai thrust into me, making me moan for a long time. After we finished, I went out of the small room and saw my father-in-law preparing breakfast. I quickly went to help set the table. Haihai went outside to use the toilet, leaving only my father-in-law and me in the room. He stared at my slightly flushed face and said, "When doing strenuous work, you need to have enough breath, otherwise it will hurt your health." My father-in-law said, "We're family, no need to hide anything, just be natural." I knew he meant that holding my breath on a pillow would be harmful, and that I shouldn't worry about the noise. I blushed and didn't say anything, only nodding slightly.

From then on, regardless of whether my father-in-law was next door, I boldly and fully enjoyed Haihai's passionate wildness. Seeing that I was no longer shy, Haihai would pound into me even harder each time. These two months truly felt like heaven.

Soon, Haihai joined the army, and I plummeted from heaven into an ice cellar. Without Haihai's nourishment, my body felt completely off, and my mood was extremely low. Every night I cried, lamenting my miserable fate. After more than ten days, my mood worsened.

One day, my father-in-law suddenly said to me at dinner time, "Many single women use their fingers instead of men to touch themselves and make themselves feel good." Upon hearing this, I blurted out, "Women don't have penises, how can they do it with their hands?" Then, remembering that it was my father-in-law in front of me, I quickly shut up.

When I was very young, Haihai often played with my vagina, but he only looked at it curiously, sometimes inserting small objects to tease me. He never touched me for a long time, and I never experienced the electric-like pleasure. I've never played with my own vagina, but I often see Haihai playing with his penis until he squirts out fluid. I often envy boys because of this.

My father-in-law, seeing that I really didn't understand, continued slowly, "Women also have penises, just very small ones, hidden inside. You can find them if you look carefully." He added, "Let nature take its course, don't make yourself suffer too much, crying too much will hurt your health." I nodded silently, and then we both fell silent.

That night, as soon as I lay down on the kang (heated brick bed), I couldn't wait to take off my clothes and put my hand to my vaginal opening, carefully searching for my penis. I slowly touched it little by little, but found nothing outside my vagina. I spread my labia with two fingers and touched it carefully again. On the upper part of my vulva, I touched a small fleshy spot about the size of a soybean. After touching this little fleshy spot a few times, it grew a little bigger, and my body felt a tingling sensation, which felt very comfortable. I continued to touch it, and vaginal fluid began to come out. I rubbed it faster and faster, occasionally putting my hand inside my vagina to get some of the vaginal fluid.

Suddenly, a wave of electric-like pleasure washed over me. Although there was no penis inside my vagina, I felt the same pleasure as when Haihai penetrated me. I let out a soft moan and continued rubbing rapidly. The continuous moans sounded like painful groans, but I was in heaven with pleasure.

I made myself happy four times before I finally fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, I immediately started rubbing my vagina again. Although I could clearly hear my father-in-law walking around outside making breakfast, I still groaned for a while before stopping. When I came outside, my father-in-law winked at me and smiled, saying, "You look much better today." I smiled, blushing. From then on, I enjoyed stroking my clitoris with my fingers every night.

One night, while I was playing with my vagina, I accidentally bumped my buttocks against the wall. The straw mat wall between my father-in-law and me was very thin and soft. Suddenly, I felt a force pressing down on my buttocks from the other side of the wall. I stopped rubbing my fingers and concentrated on pressing my plump buttocks over. The other side immediately pushed against me; I could feel that it was my father-in-law's hard buttocks. Through the thin grass, we pressed tightly together for a while. My fingers continued to slide in and out of my vagina, the warmth of my father-in-law's buttocks bringing me great pleasure.

Suddenly, a rhythmic tremor came from his buttocks. I realized he was stroking his penis with his hand. I then remembered that my father-in-law was only forty years old and must often use his fingers to release himself. Gradually, the rhythm of our tremors merged, and pleasure overwhelmed me. When I cried out a second time, he cried out as well and stopped. I was still not satisfied and continued to thrust myself. My father-in-law replaced the thing pressing on my buttocks with his two large hands. His hands rubbed hard against my buttocks in rhythm with my tremors, sending me back to the height of moaning.

On the day my period started, I told my father-in-law, afraid that he would be waiting on the other side of the wall to share the pleasure with me as usual. But he only said disappointedly, "Haihai has been busy for two months in vain." I then realized that he was disappointed because Haihai had been working on me day and night, but had not gotten me pregnant.

A few days later was my first birthday after marrying into the family. At dinner, my father-in-law handed me a small wooden box, saying it was a gift for me. I was eager to open it, but he insisted I look at it before bed, saying, "People are like soil; as long as it's kept moist, seeds will sprout."

Back in the inner room, I impatiently opened my father-in-law's gift. Good heavens! It was a man's penis carved from jujube wood. It was slightly thinner than Haihai's erect penis, but much longer. The textures on the penis and the two large clitoris were clearly carved, and the deep purple color made it look exactly like the real thing. There was a long handle at the back of the clitoris, also carved with beautiful patterns.

After examining it for a while, I couldn't wait to climb behind the bed and thrust it all the way into my vagina. The feeling of fullness reminded me of Haihai's penetration. I gripped it tightly and thrust wildly, quickly ejaculating. Only then did I remember that I hadn't shared my pleasure with my father-in-law. Just as I was about to press my buttocks against the wall, I changed my mind.

I inserted the wooden phallus into my vagina, then dug a hole in the straw mat and inserted the handle of the phallus into my father-in-law's room through the hole. I heard my father-in-law panic, then fall silent for a long time. I stubbornly persisted, sometimes shaking the handle of the phallus a few times, as if pleading.

Finally, the force of my father-in-law's hand came through the wooden handle, and I trembled with excitement. My father-in-law slowly, but firmly, and rhythmically inserted the wooden phallus into me, and I experienced the pleasure of heaven again. From then on, my father-in-law often made me happy in this way.

I enlarged the hole in the wall, hoping that my father-in-law would put his real treasure over, but he just wouldn't. I widened the hole even more and put my hand over to him, but he would stay far away. Although the wooden phallus connected us, my father-in-law had never touched any part of my body, and I longed for his touch.

Father-in-law, I know you are a good man, but good men deserve happiness!

(V) Father-in-law's son

After my husband Haihai left to join the army, it was just my father-in-law and me at home. Although my father-in-law would insert a wooden penis into my vagina through the grass wall every day, he did this just to keep me moist so that Haihai could immediately impregnate me when he returned, but no matter how I tried to seduce him, he refused to touch my body directly.

One evening after dinner, I felt very weak and went straight to bed. The next morning, my father-in-law saw that I was still in bed late and called to me through the door. I mumbled a reply, and he sensed something was wrong. He pushed open the door to my room—the first time he had entered since our marriage. Seeing my flushed face and touching my burning forehead, he was terrified. He quickly brewed some herbal medicine and fed it to me.

After taking the medicine, my fever subsided a little, but I was sweating profusely. My father-in-law peeled off my clothes one by one, like peeling a rice dumpling, until my full body was completely naked in front of him. He gently wiped my body with a towel. When he wiped my breasts, his hand trembled slightly; when he wiped my genitals, the trembling was even more pronounced, but he still wiped very carefully. He continued to feed me, give me water, and give me medicine, while constantly wiping my body.

Feeling a little better, I needed to urinate. The toilet in our mountain village was in a corner of the yard, far from the house. My father-in-law, afraid I'd catch a cold, wouldn't let me go out. He lifted my buttocks, spread my thighs, and placed a basin under me. A stream of yellow urine gushed from my vulva, "clinking" into the basin. He stared intently at my genitals, not blinking. After I finished urinating, he used toilet paper to dry me. He wiped very carefully, even using his fingers to separate my labia and meticulously clean the tender flesh inside.

For the next two days, he continued to serve me like this. On the third day, my fever subsided, and I regained most of my strength, but wanting to enjoy my father-in-law's service, I refused to get out of bed. After I urinated, when he wiped me, seeing a slight rosy glow on my pale face, he wiped even more carefully, the toilet paper gently rubbing against my clitoris. I was enveloped in a warm, pleasurable sensation.

I stole a glance at my father-in-law's groin and saw that his penis was bulging in his crotch. Blushing, I took out a wooden dildo and handed it to him, saying, "My inside is itchy, help me." My father-in-law stopped, but didn't take the dildo, only saying, "You're feeling better, you should get up and move around." Then he went out.

Life went on as usual. In late autumn, my father-in-law fell and injured both hands while chopping firewood on the mountain. The doctor bandaged both his hands, and his right hand was still in a sling. In the evening, my father-in-law paced around the house repeatedly, relieving himself. I looked at him curiously, and he suddenly said to me that he needed to use the toilet. I then remembered that his bandaged hands prevented him from untying his belt.

I went to the toilet with him and helped him remove his penis. This was the first time I had seen my father-in-law's treasure; it was purplish-black, slightly thin, but extremely long. Holding it, I aimed it at him, and my father-in-law's urine flowed freely from the fleshy strip in my hand. Finally, after urinating, I still wouldn't let go of his penis, and even squeezed it slightly. My father-in-law's penis suddenly swelled and became hard. Just as I was about to play with it more carefully, he twisted and asked me to pull up his pants. Reluctantly, I put my "treasure" back in. From then on, I held that hard thing several times a day but couldn't enjoy it, which made me unbearably lustful.

When it got cold, I used the excuse of saving firewood for heating water to ask my father-in-law to sleep and bathe with me. He blushed and agreed. The small house was warm and cozy. I undressed in front of my father-in-law. As soon as I pulled down his pants, his swollen penis sprang out. My breasts pressed against his back, and I reached forward and grasped his hard, hot penis, slowly stroking it. My father-in-law whispered for me to go faster. With my vigorous rubbing, a stream of white fluid spurted from his throbbing penis, spraying far away.

After showering, we lay naked on the kang (a heated brick bed), embracing each other. My vagina longed for my father-in-law's penetration. Afraid I'd get pregnant, he stubbornly refused to penetrate my vagina, but unable to contain his lust, he inserted his penis into my anus. The feeling of fullness in my anus made me want to laugh, but when he simultaneously inserted his wooden penis into my vagina, I cried out in pleasure. From then on, my father-in-law used both a real and a dildo to penetrate me every day, and we lived a comfortable and pleasant life.

One day, Haihai wrote saying he was coming back to visit. After reading the letter, my father-in-law, like a madman, quickly stripped off my clothes, carried me to the kang, and forcefully inserted his real penis into my vagina. Our bodies were so familiar, but this was our first real sexual encounter. I cried out and orgasmed four times before my father-in-law ejaculated deep inside me. We made love several times a day, his semen watering me—this was our honeymoon.

My period was late, and I knew I was pregnant. When I told my father-in-law the news in a panic, he kept thrusting into me while saying, "Don't worry, Haihai will be back soon. Be good to him, don't tell him."

When Haihai came home to visit, he stayed by my side for a month, busy with me. After Haihai returned to his unit, my father-in-law came back to my bed. Facing my growing belly, he was very gentle with me and taught me many sexual positions.

A few months later, I gave birth to a son. Looking at my chubby son with my father-in-law... and my husband's little brother, I vowed to keep the secret from Haihai forever. My father-in-law took care of my son and me during the day, and we were intimate at night. I felt that my father-in-law was my true husband.

My second child was a daughter. I knew it was Haihai's second visit home that conceived me, because during that time, my father-in-law didn't touch me at all.

My third child was also a daughter. She was conceived by both Haihai and my father-in-law. I will never know who the real father is.

At that time, Haihai had just returned to his hometown after being discharged from the army. He demolished our old house to build a bigger one. Our family of several people temporarily lived in a tent. I slept between the two men. Whenever Haihai was extremely satisfied with me, he would fall asleep immediately, exhausted. Then my father-in-law would climb on top of me and penetrate me in various positions. Haihai's vigor and my father-in-law's skill brought me to heaven time and time again. I truly wished these wonderful days would never end. When I told them I was pregnant again, both men were overjoyed.

Seeing my sometimes casual attitude towards my father-in-law, my husband constantly reminded me to be filial to him. I repeatedly agreed, but in my heart, I had already regarded this strong man as my other husband.

Dear father-in-law, I will be filial to you in my own way for the rest of my life.

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