The White-haired Girl

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The White-Haired Girl

(Part 1)

In the dead of winter, heavy snow fell, and the biting cold wind swept up the snowflakes, which danced and swirled in the air like goose feathers
. Hills, forests, fields, and villages were all draped in a white blanket, as if all other colors
had vanished, leaving only this monotonous, dull expanse of white.
Today is the eve of the Lunar New Year. Despite the wind and snow, and the approaching dusk,
the festive atmosphere in every household grew stronger. One by one, the dim yellow lights
broke , and wisps of smoke rose slowly, swaying left and right in the north wind like pale gray paintbrushes,
adding color to the barren nature. The children's chatter gradually grew louder, and occasionally
, the sound of firecrackers popped. The warm atmosphere of family reunion on New Year's Eve slowly washed away the cold indifference of the severe winter.
In a dilapidated little house beside an old locust tree in Yanggezhuang, the atmosphere was equally joyous. Yang Xier sat on the warm kang (a
heated brick bed), waiting for her father to come home so they could celebrate the New Year together. As she cut paper window decorations with scissors,
she hummed a little tune she had made up: "The north wind blows, the snowflakes fall, the snowflakes flutter, the New Year is coming... I hope
my father will come home soon, so we can have a happy New Year..."
Xier would be sixteen years old after the New Year. Her mother died in childbirth shortly after she was born. For the past sixteen years,
her father, Yang Bailao, had raised Xier with great difficulty, shedding tears and sweat. Xier was his heart and soul, his
hope, his life, and everything to him! On New Year's Eve, he had planned to spend the holiday with his daughter like everyone else
, but a flood in October washed away all five acres of wheat and three acres of sorghum. All the hard
work had vanished in an instant. Not only did he have no money for the New Year, but he also couldn't pay the rent he owed to the landlord, Huang Shiren. He had no choice
but to flee to avoid his debtor before Huang's manager came to collect the rent.
Xi'er carefully cut paper decorations for the window, peeking out through the holes in the paper every now and then, hoping to spot her father's familiar figure on the
path . She wore a blue cotton-padded jacket printed with small white flowers, and thin black linen trousers
that were made from her mother's old trousers two years ago. Because she had grown taller, they were obviously a bit short. Although she was only a little over
fifteen years old, poor children mature early, and years of housework had made her body develop earlier than girls her age
. Her fair and rosy face was full of youthful vitality, and her slightly protruding breasts stretched the front of the cotton-padded jacket, making the already
ill-fitting clothes seem even narrower. Her dark hair was tied into a long braid that hung down her back, and her two smooth and slender
legs made her round buttocks look particularly sexy and alluring.
She held up the two paper-cut window decorations she had just finished, gesturing at them in front of the window, pondering which pane would
look best: one was a peony in full bloom, its petals plump and leaves large, symbolizing boundless aspirations for a bright future;
the other was a butterfly in flight, with a large "囍" (double happiness) character on it, embodying the youthful heart of a young girl and
her yearning for a happy life.
Just as she was intently gesturing at the window, the door suddenly opened, and a gust of wind swept
in snowflakes. "Father!" Xi'er instinctively cried out, happily turning around to welcome
her father, whom she had been eagerly awaiting for so long. When she saw that the person who entered was a strong and robust young man, she exclaimed with
delight , "It's you, Brother Dachun!" She quickly got off the kang (heated brick bed), picked up
a small broom woven from sorghum stalks, and went to greet him.
As Xi'er closed the door, she used a broom to brush the snow off Da Chun. Da Chun untied the white
towel from his head, wiped the melting snow from his neck, and gazed sweetly at Xi'er. After a while, he glanced into the house and
asked , "Oh, your father hasn't come back yet?"
Xi'er put down the broom, ladled a bowl of hot soup from the stove in the corner of the room, and handed it to Da Chun. "Come and have a bowl of
hot soup first! With such heavy snow, I think the roads must be difficult to travel on, and he might
be able to make it back when the snow lightens a bit."
Da Chun sipped the hot soup, and the chill on his body was immediately dispelled. He took a few steamed buns from his pocket and placed them on
the low table on the kang, then handed the small cloth bag he was carrying to Xi'er. "Mother... " " She said, 'It's almost New Year's, and she
asked me to bring this half-bag of flour. She said your family rarely gets a decent meal all year round, so bring it to make some noodles and dumplings for
the New Year's feast!'"
Xi'er pushed the bag back: "How could I possibly accept this? Your family isn't well-off either..." Da Chun took
her hand: "Our two families are in the same boat, how can we be so calculating? Besides, after the New Year
we 'll be family, I can't let my wife go hungry!"
Xi'er blushed and gently scolded: "I'm not even married into your family yet, who's your wife!"
She took out a pair of sewn cloth shoes from under the mat and stuffed them into Da Chun's hands: "Here you go." She sat down next to him, shyly lowering
her head , her face full of a happy and sweet smile.
Indeed, year after year, if it weren't for Da Chun diligently finishing his own work and then coming to help,
Yang Bailao his old and frail body, would never have been able to cultivate those few acres of crops so well. It seemed that this year would surely bring a
good harvest, not only enough to pay off the debt owed to Huang Shiren, but also enough to improve their lives. Who would have thought that a flood
would wash away all their hopes, and even the marriage promised to Da Chun's family last year might not be able to take place this year.
Da Chun picked up a steamed bun from the table and stuffed it into Xi'er's hand: "Eat something first, don't go hungry.
Eat while you wait for Daddy to come back." Xi'er fiddled with the steamed bun, which still held Da Chun's warmth, reluctant to put it
in her mouth for a long time. Only after Da Chun urged her again did she take a small bite and then hold the bun to Da Chun's mouth: "You
should eat some too!"
Da Chun bent down, but instead of biting the bun, he took Xi'er's hands and gently kissed them.
Xi'er was caught off guard by this, and her face immediately flushed red. She turned away shyly, wanting to get off the bed and leave.
Of course wouldn't let her go so easily. He grabbed Xi'er from behind and hugged her around the waist
. His lips, which had just kissed her slender hands, moved to her cheeks. Xi'er lost her balance in Da Chun's embrace, and with a bit of a push, she leaned back
and fell into Da Chun's broad arms.
Da Chun embraced Xi'er, his lips slowly moving from her cheek to her mouth. Xi'er,
aroused , gradually went from slight struggle to submission, and then to active participation. Soon, their lips met.
Their fiery lips pressed tightly together. Wang Dachun, a young man barely twenty, despite his
thick eyebrows , large eyes, and strong build, would
blush uncontrollably after only a few words with girls, like a child who'd just had a sip of liquor. Now, holding a beautiful, amorous young woman in his arms, his body naturally
reacted his erection against Xi'er's buttocks immediately hardened.
As they kissed, his hand stealthily slipped under the hem of Xi'er's cotton-padded jacket, caressing it and slowly moving upwards,
gradually reaching inside her bodice. Although Xi'er was weak and confused from the kisses, she noticed
the target of Da Chun's hands. Even through the thin fabric, she could feel the hot, hard
object pressing against her buttocks. She immediately understood Da Chun's intentions and quickly pressed down on his hands, which were still pushing upwards, outside her cotton-padded coat:
"Brother Da Chun, please stop! Dad's coming back soon. We're not married yet. It would be so embarrassing if he saw us!"
Da Chun didn't stop; instead, he pressed his hands firmly against her
pounding breasts, smiling as he looked into her almond-shaped eyes: "Let me touch them! You don't know,
ever since that day, if I don't see you for a day, I can't eat or sleep properly. I always miss you..."
He then whispered something in Xi'er's ear.
"And you still dare to talk!" Xi'er's face flushed red. "After you finished with me that day, my genitals
were sore and bleeding for days. I didn't dare tell Father, and it only got a little better today. And now
you're up to your old tricks again. Even though I'll be your wife sooner or later,
what if I get pregnant before we're even married? Where will Father and I put our faces then?" Although Xi'er was young, she knew from her sisters that this
thing could produce a baby.
Da Chun chuckled awkwardly, "I couldn't resist! Look, I've only been seeing you for a short while, and my penis is already as hard as
a rock!" He nudged his genitals against Xi'er's buttocks, "How about this, I'll touch you, and you use
your hand to make it come, that way we won't have to torment you anymore. Even if your father suddenly comes back, we're still dressed, so we can cover
ourselves."
Xi'er was both aroused by Da Chun's teasing and reminded of the taste of their first forbidden fruit a few days ago.
She lost her composure and somehow let out a soft "hmm," then covered her face with her hands and lowered her head in embarrassment. As soon as his hands
loosened, Da Chun's unrestrained fingers seized the opportunity to squeeze, and Xi'er's two developing
breasts, like small steamed buns, were completely and fully grasped in his hands.
Da Chun rested his chin on Xi'er's shoulder, licking her earlobe while
simultaneously cupping and kneading her two tender, smooth breasts from behind. His fingers rubbed and caressed them, occasionally pinching and twisting
her nipples. The sensitive girl's body couldn't withstand such stimulation; soon she was breathless and hot, panting heavily. Her nipples
gradually hardened, and Xi'er, as if all her bones had been removed, collapsed into Da Chun's arms,
trembling intermittently and letting out soft moans.
Da Chun alternately caressed Xi'er's breasts with one hand, while his other hand slipped into her crotch. Xi'er
was overwhelmed by the physical pleasure, her mind reeling. In her dazed state, she managed to utter, "Father...
he'll be home soon..." Da Chun gently pinched and twisted Xi'er's nipples and clitoris with both hands, comforting her in her
ear , "Don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on the outside. Besides, the snow is so heavy, I
don't think your father will be back anytime soon."
These words seemed to completely dispel Xi'er's last concern; all her defenses
crumbled . She slowly slid from her embrace to his lap, lying there at an angle, allowing Da Chun
to do as he pleased. Da Chun laid her flat on the kang (heated brick bed), unbuttoned a few buttons on her padded jacket, and quickly pulled it
off . He lifted the small red undergarment covering Xi'er's chest,
revealing her fresh, white, and irresistibly beautiful body.
He sighed softly, turned Xi'er onto her side, and reached one hand into her bodice from the front to continue kneading her breasts,
while the other hand reached behind to untie the bodice. Once the bodice was off Xi'er's neck,
all that remained was a thin pair of trousers. Da Chun reached between Xi'er's legs and touched her, finding it
wet and sticky. He couldn't resist pressing his fingers up and down between her labia. Xi'er
wrapped her arms around Da Chun's neck, kissing him repeatedly on the lips, her legs spreading wider and wider. Suddenly, she trembled
violently , her buttocks involuntarily lifting upwards. Da Chun's hand, which had been moving over her vulva, seized the opportunity to grab her trousers
and pull them towards her ankles, leaving Xi'er completely naked.
Da Chun was at a loss as to where to begin with the tender, almost juicy body before him. To be honest,
whether it was the nipples, like two red plum blossoms emerging from the snow, or the sparsely covered vulva with only a few dozen pubic hairs,
they were all so irresistible, so eager for his caresses. Da Chun hesitated for a moment, then finally
lowered his head and began to suckle at Xi'er's erect nipple with relish. With one hand, he grasped her small
breast, making the nipple protrude even more, while the other hand slipped between Xi'er's legs and gently rubbed her vulva.
Beset by attacks from both sides, Xi'er writhed in discomfort on the kang (heated brick bed). She accidentally touched
Da Chun's hard, erect penis, and naturally channeled all her pent-up energy into it. She grabbed his
penis through his pants, rubbing and pulling at it, but to no avail. The tingling sensation in her vagina didn't
lessen ; instead, it seemed to spread throughout her body. Da Chun, seemingly aroused by Xi'er's ministrations, hurriedly
pulled down his pants, and his pent-up penis sprang out.
Xi'er's half-closed eyes widened suddenly. Last time, when she was deflowered, she was filled with shock and shame, and hadn't
dared to examine Da Chun's genitals closely. Now, she was stunned by what she saw. The
throbbing penis was red and swollen, its shaft covered with bulging blue veins like earthworms, and the glans, with a few drops of sticky fluid
dripping , was red and slippery like a peeled egg. She couldn't understand
how such a large thing could have fit into her narrow hole last time.
Xi'er grasped Da Chun's penis, feeling both love and shock—love for the feeling it had given her last time.
An unprecedented, blissful sensation of ecstasy washed over her, and her vagina involuntarily began to secrete drops of vaginal fluid.
She
was terrified that if Da Chun were to insert it between her legs again, would it cause further injury, bleeding, and excruciating pain? Finally, lust overcame her fear, and she instinctively brought her mouth to it, sucking without hesitation
.
Da Chun, enjoying the waves of pleasure emanating from his lower body, lay on top of Xi'er, head to toe. He parted
her thighs, and a breathtaking sight stunned him: her mons pubis, swollen
and protruding like a white steamed bun, was covered with a few dozen newly grown pubic hairs as soft as a newborn baby's hair; at the end of her thighs were two
tightly closed labia minora, their pink skin glistening with moisture.
Da Chun used his thumb and forefinger to spread them apart, and another even more arousing scene almost made him
ejaculate: the inner walls of her labia were covered with drops of vaginal fluid, and several sticky,
glistening , like a spider web sealing the writhing vaginal opening; the two labia leaned upwards and met,
forming a rolled-up tube at the point of contact, and at the opening of the tube, a small fleshy bud the size of a red bean curiously
peeked out, covered in slippery vaginal fluid, like a snail slowly crawling
out of its shell.
Da Chun swallowed hard, and without saying a word, buried his head between Xi'er's legs,
licking the surging flesh. He really hated that his mother only gave him one tongue; if only he had three, he could
lick the labia, the bud, and the opening at the same time, without having to be greedy and neglect one thing for another. For a moment, the only
sounds in the room were heavy breathing and slurping, along with occasional moans and gasps. The room was filled with the sounds of spring,
as if even the howling of the north wind had been drowned out.
As time passed, the two naked fleshy creatures were now entwined on the kang (a heated brick bed). Da Chun got up and squatted
between Xi'er's legs, spreading her labia minora with one hand and guiding his penis with the other, inserting the glans into her vagina
. Then, he leaned forward, supporting himself with his hands under Xi'er's armpits, and thrust his hips forward, preparing to insert his penis into her body. Xi'er was both welcoming
and afraid. She pressed her hand against Da Chun's lower abdomen, half-heartedly saying, "Brother Da Chun, be gentle. Last time you hurt
me . I hope you don't make me bleed again this time."
Da Chun laughed at her words, "Silly girl, a woman only bleeds the first time.
That 's because her hymen breaks. It's a symbol of a girl becoming a woman. If
she bleeds every time, wouldn't she be a virgin forever?" Xi'er seemed to understand and released her hand. Da
Chun and with a "plop," he entered her.
"Ah..." Xi'er groaned contentedly. Her vagina was filled completely, and the earlier
emptiness discomfort were gone. She wrapped her arms around Da Chun's waist, feeling his thick pubic hair rubbing against
her smooth mons pubis, and the pressure of his penis against her erect clitoris—all sorts of indescribable pleasures.
But an even more pleasurable sensation immediately followed. With each thrust of Da Chun, indescribable
ecstasy surged up like waves. She spread her legs and curled up beside Da Chun's waist, allowing each
thrust to reach its hilt. She closed her eyes, enjoying the intense pleasure that tingled through her skin and numbed her to the bone.
"You... ah... Brother Da Chun... it feels so good... come... again... um... like
that... deeper... oh my god... how can it feel so good... not painful at all like last time...
ah... oh... I can't take it anymore... Brother Da Chun... stop... I need to pee... I need to... oh...
I'm ..."
Xi'er suddenly trembled uncontrollably, her vagina spasming and squeezing
the penis inside. Then, she stiffened and shuddered several times before collapsing limply beneath Da Chun.
Only her vulva continued to spasm intermittently, gushing out streams of sticky, lustful fluid.
After a long while, Xi'er finally opened her alluring eyes, gazing at Da Chun with boundless passion: "Brother Da Chun, you're making me feel so good
! How did you do it? It's so much better than last time... Ouch! Look, I told you to stop but you wouldn't, and I couldn't
help but pee, and sure enough, the bed is all wet... I'm not going to do it anymore! I'm so embarrassed..."
Da Chun's penis was still inside Xi'er's vagina. He used the glans to tightly block the cervix, quietly enjoying her
reaction caused by the orgasm. The rhythmic contractions of her vaginal cavity felt like sucking, which he found
incredibly pleasurable. Hearing Xi'er say that, he couldn't help but laugh again: "Hehe, that's not pee,
my buddies say it's called an orgasm. When a woman is penetrated by a man and feels good, she has an orgasm, and her vagina will discharge some
slippery fluid at the same time. That's a woman's vaginal fluid. When a woman is penetrated to the point of releasing vaginal fluid, it means she has lost it, so it's also called 'leaking'
."
Xi'er reached under her buttocks and touched the "pee," and sure enough, it was sticky and slippery. She mischievously smeared it
on Da Chun's chest and said with a smile: "I knew it, no wonder you're so good." He
brought her to . Hehe! Your dad really didn't name you wrong." Da Chun didn't quite understand at first
and asked inexplicably, "What does this have to do with the name?" Xi'er giggled and said, "Your dad calls you 'Da Chun'!
Hahaha ..."
Da Chun pretended to be angry: "Oh! You dare laugh at me? Watch me fuck you until you're completely cumming until you
beg for mercy !" He grabbed Xi'er and turned her over, positioning her with her buttocks raised and lying face down on the bed. He knelt
behind her, holding her slender waist, and began thrusting again.
Xi'er had never tried so many different positions before. Just thinking about how their movements were like the
mating of dogs, pigs, or cows that she had secretly watched before, she felt both shy and excited. Da Chun couldn't thrust
more than a few times before her vaginal fluids gushed out uncontrollably. Da Chun was equally excited because, in this position,
he could hear the squelching sounds of his penis rubbing against his vulva, and watch his penis
thrusting in and out of his vagina. The penis got harder and harder with each thrust, and the glans swelled up with each rubbing. The white,
lustful fluid was rubbed into foam and flowed down his labia to his clitoris, while some of it flowed down his penis to his scrotum
, soaking his pubic hair.
Xi'er's position allowed Da Chun's penis to be fully inserted into her vagina, and with each
thrust the glans slammed hard against the cervix. How could Xi'er, who was experiencing the forbidden fruit for the first time, withstand such a method?
In just the time it takes to smoke half a cigarette, that unforgettable pleasure returned, and she groaned uncontrollably
, "No... I can't take it anymore... Brother Da Chun... I need to pee again... Oh... It feels so good... Thrust
faster Don't stop... I'm going to heaven... Oh... It's coming... It's coming out..."
Da Chun felt as if his glans was suddenly being pulled by a gravitational force towards the cervix. With a sudden shudder from
Xi'er's whole body, a stream of hot liquid gushed out from her uterus, pouring directly onto the glans. He was thrusting
passionately when he was suddenly scalded by the heat, his entire penis going numb. His ejaculation gate opened instantly, and his pent-up
semen was ready to be released. He quickly climbed onto Xi'er's back, grabbed her breasts for leverage, and began thrusting his penis
harder and harder with each stroke.
Xi'er had already reached her climax, and Da Chun's onslaught pushed her to an even more ecstatic
peak. She felt the penis that was frantically thrusting inside her suddenly become unprecedentedly hard, swollen, and hot.
Especially the large glans, which swelled up like a drumstick, rubbed against the vaginal walls as if they were being pushed back.
She could no longer moan, and could only roll her eyes back, writhing in agony.
In her semi-conscious state, Xi'er only knew that Da Chun was slapping her buttocks repeatedly, followed by
four or five strong streams of heat shooting like arrows deep into her uterus. The pleasure was so intense that every hair on her body stood on end, and
countless stars danced before her eyes. Then everything went black, and she passed out.
When she returned to reality from that other world, she found herself lying limply in Da Chun's arms. Although
the penis that had tormented her so intensely had shrunk and softened after ejaculation, her vagina, which it had traversed, was still
temporarily unable to close, and a sticky mixture of semen and vaginal fluid continued to flow out. Recalling
the passionate intercourse they had just shared, she buried her head deeply in Da Chun's chest, shyly
savoring .
After Da Chun calmed her down, he looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Xi'er, I'm so sorry, I have to leave you for a while
in a couple of days ..." Before he could finish, Xi'er cried out in alarm, "No! No! I
don't want you to leave me! What's wrong? Don't you want me anymore?"
Da Chun said indignantly to Xi'er, "Look at this! On New Year's Eve, the rich are slaughtering pigs and sheep, but your father,
who has worked hard all year, has to go out to avoid debt collectors. What kind of world is this! I heard there's an army that's here to
stand up for us poor people, to fight the landlords and redistribute the land. They've supposedly arrived at Heixiazi Gully. Tomorrow, Tie Dan, Da Gang, and I are meeting at Xujiatun
to join the army. We may be poor, but we're not without ambition. We'll have our day!
" Although she was extremely reluctant to leave, upon hearing that this was a good opportunity to turn her life around, she could only hug
Da Chun tightly and support him in realizing his ideal with her true feelings. She said softly, "Without me by your side, you must take good
care of yourself. I will always be waiting for you, you must come back soon! Waaah..."
Da Chun took the pair of cloth shoes that Xi'er had given him and pressed them to his chest: "Wearing these
cloth shoes , I will think of you, and feel as if you are always with me. Don't worry!
Wait for me, I will definitely come back and marry you!" He looked out the window: "The snow is getting lighter, your father should come back soon, I should
go too." He kissed Xi'er, hurriedly put on his clothes and left.

(II)
The sky was filled with white snow, and the cold wind was like a knife. Yang Bailao braved the biting cold wind and stepped through the knee-
deep snow , step by step towards his home—he had returned from hiding from his debts.
Xi'er was cleaning the kang (a heated brick bed) with a rag when the door opened with a gust of cold wind. She
turned around and saw her father, whom she had been longing for, finally returning home safely after hiding from debt collectors for several days. She dropped the rag and
ran happily to her father's side, brushing the snowflakes off his body. She then brought out some warm steamed buns and a bowl of wild vegetable soup and placed them
on the small table on the kang: "Dad, come and eat something to warm yourself up." She smiled and helped her father sit down
on the kang .
Yang Bailao looked at the steaming buns on the table with a questioning gaze. The family had been without food for several days,
and he couldn't understand how these things had appeared in their home. Xi'er skipped and hopped to show
her father the flour that Dachun had brought, and said sweetly, "It was brought by Brother Dachun. Grandma said it's almost New Year's, and she asked Brother Dachun to bring some food for
our family's reunion."
Bailao scratched his daughter's cheek with his finger: "Look at you, calling her 'Grandma' this and 'Grandma' that. You're not even married yet, but you're already calling
her that like family. Aren't you ashamed?" Xi'er stuck out her tongue at her father and made a face: "That's right
, Dad. Brother Dachun is so thoughtful. He never forgets to bring us gifts during festivals. Isn't that like
family ?" As she spoke, she went over and lit the oil lamp.
Yang Bailao smiled and shook his head as he watched Xi'er's retreating figure. "Ah, daughters really are hard to keep at home once they grow up. This little
girl seems to have fallen for someone..." He took a sip of hot soup and beckoned Xi'er over. "Girl, come here. See
what your father brought back for you." He took out a red paper package from his pocket and slowly opened it with Wei Tengteng's hands.
Xi'er came over and placed the oil lamp on the small table. She curiously nestled next to her father, waiting for him to reveal the contents. Yang Bailao
pulled out a red ribbon from the package and stretched it out with both hands to show Xi'er. "Other girls wear flowers for the New Year, but your father is short of money
and can't buy them. So I just bought two feet of red ribbon. Come, let your father tie it up for you." Xi'er happily leaned against
her father's knees, tossing her long braid behind her back, and let her father tie the red ribbon in her hair.
Yang Bailao combed his daughter's hair, a sweet fragrance wafting through the air. His heart skipped a beat
, a strange feeling suddenly rising within him. Yes, although father and daughter were together day and night, he had always
treated her as an innocent little girl. Now, looking down at her youthful body,
the graceful curves beginning to emerge, he realized that his daughter had grown up without him noticing.
Yang Bailao quickly suppressed the inappropriate thoughts that should have been directed at his daughter and focused intently on combing
her hair. Xi'er leaned against her father's chest affectionately, her back swaying gently with her breath.
The friction against his crotch reignited the lust that Bai Lao had been suppressing. Furthermore,
after Xi'er and Da Chun had tasted forbidden fruit, her body had been nourished by the opposite sex, and the innocent girl's face was beginning to show the charm of a
mature woman. Her body exuded a fragrance that was neither purely sweet nor purely musky, like termites
gnawing at Yang Bai Lao's heart, which had been dormant for over a decade.
Slowly, Xi'er also noticed something hot and hard pressing against her back. She had
witnessed , and she knew perfectly well which part of her father's body it was. But strangely,
she felt no disgust whatsoever; instead, she felt a slight pang of guilt. Since her mother's death, her father has taken on
the roles of both father and mother, raising her single-handedly from a newborn baby into a graceful young woman.
For more than ten years, her father has been frugal and hardworking, never remarrying, putting all the food and
clothes in his daughter's mouth and on her body. He sacrificed his own years to give his daughter her youth.
"Alright, all done. Get up and turn around so your father can see how pretty you are." Her father's words brought Xi'er back to her
senses. Gratefully, she spun around in front of the kang (a heated brick bed), then threw herself into Bai Lao's arms, saying sweetly, "
Thank you Father! Am I pretty?"
"Pretty...pretty..." Bai Lao stammered as his daughter nestled in his arms. Even though she was his own
daughter, he couldn't help but stammer. He couldn't help but pull Xi'er into his embrace, kissing her fragrant, rosy cheeks with his stubble-covered
lips Xi'er giggled sweetly, "Father, stop kissing me
! Ouch! It tickles..."
Indeed, the brush-like stubble brushing against her smooth skin tickled Xi'er, making her dodge away. But at the same time, she
also felt the ticklish sensation in her heart, a young girl just beginning to experience love. Perhaps there was another place that was starting to itch
, one she herself hadn't even noticed—her virgin territory, recently opened by Da Chun. It was not only gradually becoming itchy,
but also slowly becoming damp.
Xi'er lay limply in Bai Lao's arms, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed with intoxication, curled up in her father
's embrace like a kitten. Gradually, she reached out her slender hand and touched Bai Lao's crotch, grasping and kneading his penis, which had been dormant for over a decade
. Bai Lao was initially stunned, then hesitated, before finally sighing softly and accepting
his daughter 's caresses. While enjoying the long-lost pleasure, he mustered his courage and unbuttoned his daughter's cotton-padded jacket,
placing his trembling hand inside to cover her warm breasts.
Father and daughter rubbed each other's private parts, neither daring to go any further, for
they both knew perfectly well that if they crossed the line even half a step, the prelude to incest between father and daughter would inevitably
begin . The wind and snow outside hadn't stopped, but spring had already arrived inside. Xi'er couldn't resist any longer. She untied
her father's belt, pulled down his patched trousers, and gently stroked his wrinkled penis in her hand.
Then she took off her own trousers, took her father's hand, and led it between her legs, pressing it against her smooth, white
mons pubis .
Yang Bailao pinched his thigh hard to prove he wasn't dreaming, then slowly moved his palm to
his daughter's moist labia. He first gently slid his fingers between her labia,
and after his fingers were coated with a lot of vaginal fluid, he gently spread her labia and focused on her clitoris. Years of farm work had
given thick, rough calluses, which, when used to
rub his tender clitoris, inevitably produced intense stimulation. In no time, Xi'er was panting heavily, lying back on the kang (heated brick bed), her legs spread wide, exposing her entire vulva
to her father. Her hands no longer had time to care for her father's penis; instead, she grasped her
breasts and vigorously rubbed them.
Yang Bailao was startled by his daughter's actions, but didn't think much of it, assuming it was simply his skill that made
the girl, experiencing sex for the first time, unable to control herself. However, his daughter's actions below left him dumbfounded,
frozen as if struck by lightning, watching helplessly as his daughter pushed him down onto the kang, then flipped him over, grasping his penis,
and prepared to mount him.
"No...daughter, listen to me," Yang Bailao finally reacted, quickly stopping Xi'er from sitting down
. "Father can't do this to you! I've already accepted Da Chun's betrothal gifts, you're his now.
If I defile your body, and Da Chun finds out you're no longer his daughter after the marriage, how can I explain it to his family
? Besides..."
Xi'er was already burning with desire, unable to stop, thanks to her father's actions. If she hadn't been with Da Chun, it would have been fine, but once she tasted
the unforgettable pleasure of lovemaking, nothing but his penis could extinguish her lust.
At this point, she no longer cared about shame or restraint, interrupting her father and confessing, "Father, I
won't lie to you, Da Chun...he's already slept with me..."
Yang Bailao's mouth dropped open, speechless for a long time. He never imagined that his innocent and naive
daughter was already a young woman. Even so, having sex with Da Chun and having sex with her father were
two completely . He tried to persuade his daughter, who was blinded by lust, "Hey, Xi'er, you'll eventually have to marry into your husband's family
. Even if you've slept with Da Chun, I have nothing to say, but we're father and daughter. Having sex with your father is incest!
If this shameful thing gets out, you'll never be able to get married again."
Xi'er wouldn't listen to her father's earnest advice: "Didn't Widow Yuan in our village have incest with her son?
Everyone knows that!" Yang Bailao was furious with her: "Daughter, they are them, and we are us. My bones
are pounding, what are you afraid of? This is all for your own good! If you don't..." " Let me extinguish this fire, and I'll use my hands to help you release
it."
Xi'er nestled gently against Bai Lao's chest. "Father, it doesn't matter whether I release it or not. I just want to
repay your kindness in raising me. I know you've
suffered so much these past ten years raising me, and you're afraid I'll be mistreated, so you haven't dared to remarry. Sometimes at night, I see you tossing and turning on the bed,
sighing , and my heart aches for you. Since this body of mine was born of you, and I'm no longer a virgin
, let me use this body to repay you!"
Yang Bai Lao was also unable to resist; he had finally found a way to revive, and if it weren't for his concern about ruining his virginity...
The woman's virginity was difficult to explain to her in-laws. They had already taken their part, and now, with no worries about the future, and given that
the pent-up desire of over ten years had been ignited, it was impossible to extinguish. He
sighed, holding Xi'er, who was naked from the waist down and nestled against his chest, "Ah, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have..." As he spoke, he
removed his daughter's cotton-padded jacket.
In a moment, two naked bodies, one old and one young, were laid bare on the warm kang (heated brick bed), two
distinctly different skin tones, one brown and one white, embracing and rolling around on the bed. If Xi'er was like a newly blossoming
magnolia, then Bai Lao was like a weathered old pine, his skin dark and
rough from years of sun and rain, his cracked hands rubbing against Xi'er's smooth, white
skin like a rough cloth, continuously pouring his burning passion into his daughter's body through her sensitive skin.
The two rolled around in each other's arms for a while, until Bai Lao was on top of Xi'er. Xi'er knew that her father's eager
penis would soon enter her body, so she shifted her body, spreading her legs to face her father's lower abdomen,
preparing to welcome his penis. But after waiting for a while, there was still no movement. She thought that her father was still hesitant
to act rashly, so she took the initiative to reach down to his crotch to guide him. But when she touched him, she was shocked.
Whether it was because he was old and frail or because of the guilt of incest, Bai Lao's penis, which had been erect
just had gone soft.
"Alas! Father is old, really no longer useful, daughter, let Father use his hand to help you get it out..." Bai
Lao shook his head, sighed, and lowered his head to spread Xi'er's eager vulva. He pressed his fingers on her clitoris with a hidden
force and massaged it, while his other fingers inserted into her vagina and gently thrust in and out.
Xi'er had never experienced such torment. She clenched her teeth and fists, feeling so good that her legs were even stretched straight.
However her vagina, having tasted the pleasure of sex, could no longer be satisfied with just the desires of her hands and feet; it needed something real
to fill it. She grasped Bai Lao's penis and stroked it vigorously for a while, but to no avail. Suddenly, she thought of
a trick. She sat up straight and said to her father, "Father, lie down. I have a way."
Bai Lao lay back on the kang with some doubt. Xi'er took the half-finished red ribbon from the side and
wrapped it around the base of his lifeless penis two or three times. She gently tightened it and tied a slipknot. Then she bent down and took the semi-erect
penis into her mouth. She first moved the penis in and out of her mouth a dozen times, and when the stimulated penis
began to react, she switched to stroking it with her hand, while her tongue licked around the glans.
Bai Lao's penis, gently cared for by Xi'er, slowly hardened again. However, this time, because the red ribbon at the base prevented blood from flowing back, the swollen
penis became erect like an inverted pestle, not only hard
and thick, but also with veins bulging and protruding from the foreskin, and dense blue veins like a spider web covering
the entire shaft.
"You little rascal, you've got so many tricks up your sleeve." Bai Lao was quite satisfied with his performance and hadn't expected the red ribbon
to have such a wonderful use. He couldn't help but praise Xi'er, grabbing her buttocks with both hands, wanting to immediately flip her over
and press her onto the bed to have sex with her.
Xi'er braced herself against Bai Lao's chest to prevent him from sitting up, saying, "Father, just lie there and don't move. I'll
take care of you." She tossed her braid behind her back, spread her legs, and squatted on her father's lower abdomen. His penis was now
as hard as a venomous snake, standing erect without any support. Xi'er simply parted his labia, aimed at
the glans, and sat down. In the blink of an eye, the entire swollen penis was swallowed by her.
Guided by a small red thread, the two bodies, intimately related by blood, were finally perfectly
united . Xi'er swayed her hips like a millstone, slowly circling her father's genitals, enjoying
the fullness of his engorged lower body. Then, she slid up and down a few times to make sure the penis could smoothly enter and exit her vagina before reaching out to
untie the knot of the red string and beginning to thrust vigorously.
The semen that Da Chun had ejaculated inside Xi'er's vagina remained. Lubricated by her son-in-law
's easily and smoothly penetrated her as her body rose and fell.
The sexual pleasure Yang Bailao had almost forgotten surged within him again, spreading like ripples from
the point to all parts of his body. He could only grip his daughter's breasts tightly, thrusting his hips upwards, his
joyful expression making him seem ten years younger. He kept moaning "Oh...oh...oh..."
utterly ecstatic.
Xi'er, still inexperienced, had already exhausted much of her strength with the intense thrusting. The constant friction of Bailao's
hard her vagina further weakened her limbs, and soon she was panting heavily
, sweating profusely, and collapsed onto her father's chest, no longer having the strength to continue.
Seeing his daughter so diligently making him feel good, Yang Bailao felt a surge of tenderness. Taking advantage of her
panting against his chest, he knew it was time for him to show his prowess. He grabbed Xi'er's delicate body
, rolled over, and began thrusting his penis, still inside her vagina, back and forth.
"Ah... Father... Father... you're making me... I'm going to die... even my soul is leaving me...
so amazing... no less than Brother Dachun... fuck me harder... I'm so happy... I'm going to give myself to you... thrust
a little longer... I'm going to cum... thrust... thrust... as long as you like it... thrust hard...
everything I have belongs to you... to be fucked by you... I'm so happy..." Xi'er gripped
Yang Bailao , arching her lower body to endure his increasingly forceful and rapid thrusts, her legs trembling and
rising higher and higher, on the verge of climax.
Yang Bailao was in the throes of passion when he heard his daughter compare him to Dachun, which fueled his
competitive spirit. He grabbed Xi'er's legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, thrusting with all his might, risking his life. A series
of "slap slap" sounds filled the air, their figures swaying wildly as father and daughter worked themselves to the bone, barely able to catch their breath.
"Ah...it's coming...Daddy...you've made me lose my virginity...I'm coming...oh...I'm
coming ...ah..." Xi'er's head swayed wildly from side to side, her legs kicking on either side of Bailao's head.
Her legs were taut, all ten toes curled inwards, and her vulva was overflowing with lustful fluids, forming a vast ocean.
"Ah...daughter...Daddy's going to cum too...let's both cum together...ah...I don't care anymore...I
can't ...Daddy's going to shoot inside you..." Yang Bailao's glans was bathed in
the vaginal fluid gushing from Xi'er's uterus, a wave of tingling sensation rushed to his mind, his buttocks muscles trembled violently a few times, and the pent-up semen of more than ten years
was released all at once with a "plop plop plop".
"Ah...Daddy..." Xi'er only had time to cry out once before her whole body convulsed from the heat of Bailao's semen,
and she could no longer utter a single word. After Bai Lao ejaculated the last drop of semen into his daughter's vagina, he collapsed,
utterly beside Xi'er. He didn't bother cleaning the filth from their bodies, turned and blew out
the oil lamp on the small table, holding his daughter tightly in his arms before drifting off to sleep.
*** *** *** ***
The blizzard that raged all night finally stopped, and dawn broke in the east.
Xi'er, always diligent, got up early. She first wrung out a hot towel to wipe the filth from her father's genitals, then
covered him with a blanket, and then picked up a broom to sweep the floor.
"Bang!" The door was suddenly kicked open, and several burly, menacing-looking men burst in. "
Who are you? What are you doing in our house?" Seeing these strangers suddenly enter her home, Xi'er, though instinctively sensing
ill intent, still questioned them defiantly, raising her broom in self-defense.
"Heh heh! What are we doing here? Ask your father! He owes the young master rent and hasn't paid, and he even dares to run away
to avoid his debts!" The speaker was Mu Renzhi, Huang Shiren's steward. He ticked away on his abacus,
then slowly said, "A total of three dan of grain is owed in rent, including principal and interest... Hmph, a total of four dan and twenty
jin ."
Yang Bailao was also awakened by the noise. He opened his sleepy eyes and immediately became fully awake. He quickly
got up from the kang (heated brick bed), put on his clothes, and went to Mu Renzhi. "Steward Mu... you know, there was that flood this year...
It's not that I don't want to pay the rent, but I really can't afford it! Can you give us a few days' grace? I'll definitely find a way to raise the money for you
."
"Trying to raise money? More like trying to evade your debts! Hmph, no money..." He said, his triangular eyes
darting over Xi'er. "But you must have someone, right? Hmm, the Huang family just happens to need a maid, so we'll use your
daughter to pay off the debt!" He turned to the lackey standing behind him and said, "Bring out the indenture and have her sign it!"
Yang Bailao's face turned pale. He knelt down at Mu Renzhi's feet with a thud. "Steward Mu, please have
mercy! My daughter is still young, please let her go! All the debts owed to you are on me. If you want to lock her up or pull her
, come at me! Please don't make things difficult for her!"
Mu Renzhi kicked him away. "Damn it! Debts must be repaid, that's only fair. Men, take this girl
back to the manor!" Yang Bailao lunged forward and grabbed his leg. "Please..." Mu Renzhi kicked him hard in the chest
and then stomped on him, knocking Yang Bailao to the ground, foaming at the mouth and unable to move.
"Father!" Xi'er rushed to her father, shaking him desperately, but Yang Bailao had already
fainted and remained unconscious no matter how she called out. Mu Renzhi gave a signal, and two henchmen came over. One of them
took the indenture, grabbed Yang Bailao's hand, and pressed his fingerprint on it. The other picked up Xi'er, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and rushed out the door. "Father...Father...Father..." Xi'er's mournful cries grew fainter and fainter, gradually fading into the sound of firecrackers
on New Year's Day ...

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