The daughters-in-law of Houshan Village (01-02)

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This article is based on a true story told by my best friend.
I would like to thank my best friend and her husband again for sharing their private story.
I also cherish their selfless sexual exchanges with my husband and me.
I. Prologue
This Spring Festival, my husband and I finally joined the Spring Festival travel rush and returned to my husband's hometown for the New Year.
I say "finally" because after knowing my husband for over two years and being married for over three years, a total of over six years, this was the first time I had gone to his home for the New Year. It's
not that I didn't know his home was remote and inconvenient to get to, nor did I care about his family's poor living conditions, but my husband always made excuses not to take me there. This time, he finally gave in to my persistent pleading and agreed. However, he also left with a parting remark: "Remember, this is your request, so don't regret it later."
"No, no, I won't regret it, my dear husband!" I jumped up happily, hugged his neck, and kissed him passionately.
My husband and I graduated from the same university in the provincial capital and both work for the same foreign company. He turned 34 after the New Year, five years older than me, and joined the company earlier. When I got the job as a secretary in the sales department, he was already a junior manager in the production unit. We flirted for over a year, and after I gave him many hints, he finally mustered the courage to ask me out for dinner and a movie.
At first glance, he seemed tall and sophisticated, with his big black-rimmed glasses. But after we started dating, I realized he was a complete country bumpkin. He lived in his own world, seemingly oblivious to the outside world. Before him, I had a few boyfriends, of course. In fact, I lost my virginity to a senior in my department when I first entered university. Later, I had several on-and-off relationships, but none of them ended well. Why do I describe them as just "flowers and grass"? Because they were either womanizers who cheated on their partners, or clueless, unreasonable tantrum wimps.
My husband, though simple-minded, has a strong learning ability; he picks things up quickly, and his ability only gets better with age. Especially since I started pestering him to take me back to his hometown, every time we made love, he would make me pretend to have sex with his childhood friends behind his back. If I didn't comply, he threatened not to take me home. These are two completely separate things, incompatible.
Later, behind his back, I slept with almost every one of his childhood friends. He went even further, asking me to fantasize about sleeping with his older brother, and even having a threesome with his father.
I was shocked that beneath his innocent exterior could he harbor such lewd thoughts. But frankly, I gradually grew to love this role-playing game because it brought me wave after wave of fresh pleasure, and after each sexual encounter, I felt an unprecedented, boundless sense of satisfaction. What's more, and what I find utterly perplexing, is that my husband also seemed to enjoy it.
When we first started playing this game, I would ask my husband in a coquettish tone, "I've never even seen them, how can I get into character? How can I fantasize about them?"
After my husband's gradual descriptions, I finally realized that his father and older brother looked completely different from Xiaoqian. They were short and stocky, only about 165 centimeters tall, typical farmers.
I then playfully asked, "And down there?"
"Down there?"
"Well, what does the thing that goes into Fangfang's little hole look like? Is it thick? Is it long?"
"Thick, thick and long, it's your favorite." He replied irritably.
"Are you angry?... If you're angry, I won't let them have it."
"No, no. Dad's is a little longer than mine, about 20 centimeters."
Thinking about how it could reach deep into my hole, I couldn't help but arch my hips upwards to meet my husband's penis. "And what about your older brother's?"
"His is about the same length as mine, but thicker, especially the glans, which is as big as a dick. Every woman who's been fucked by him screams in terror."
"Every woman? Who are they?"
"Oh, no, I just heard it casually from the villagers. They all say no woman can handle such a thick cock."
"Nonsense, like a dick? It's alright." The thought of a dick-sized glans being inserted into my vagina made me flinch. It was a mix of anticipation and fear of being hurt.
"Yeah, I heard the women in the village spit on a man and say, 'Whether it's good or not isn't up to you to decide, it's up to us women.'"
"So, is it good or not?"
"I don't know."
"Then how do you know what your dad, your older brother, and your childhood friends' penises look like?"
"We all go to the river to bathe after finishing our farm work, so we see everything."
Hmph, with my persistent nature, I wasn't going to let him get away with that so easily. "Nonsense! Does anyone's penis get really, really big when they're bathing in the river?"
"Sigh, okay, okay, I guess I'm just imagining things." My husband seemed to be at a loss for words. Fine, I won't argue with him anymore.
So, when my husband and I make love, I'll play along and say, "Big brother asked me how I want to treat my little brother, and I don't know. Should I gently hold it in my hand and watch it slowly grow bigger and harder, or should I squat down, or even kneel in front of you and put it in my mouth, warm it with my lips, and suck on it little by little like eating a popsicle? Or should I lick it from the front to the base with my tongue? I don't know anymore, which one will make you happy? That's it, I'll let you put it in my mouth yourself, in and out, okay? But you must hold back, it would be a waste if you ejaculated in my mouth, because Fangfang wants you to ejaculate inside her." I often think like this, and while saying this, I caress my husband's penis and put it in my mouth.
When I have the chance, I'll say things like, "Oh, Daddy's so mean! Daddy bullied me while Xiaoqian wasn't around. Oh, I know, Daddy, lie down, don't stand up anymore, it's so tiring, and Fangfang's knees hurt from kneeling. Fangfang, lie on top of Daddy, and use your soft breasts to caress Daddy's little brother, no, no, not little brother anymore, it's a really long and hard little brother!"
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when I feel like it, I'll shake my husband awake, whisper in his ear, "Brother Qiang, my husband's asleep, Brother Qiang, do you want to come and steal a bite?"
"I'll lie face down on Brother Qiang, so that Fangfang's butt and pussy are right in front of your eyes and mouth. Brother, don't move! Fangfang will put your big brother back in my mouth. Fangfang also wants you to put your mouth and tongue on Feifei's pussy! And you want me to kiss you and lick it with your wet tongue, hard, to make me feel good, to make me feel all tingly, okay?"
I would then breathe heavily, moan happily, and release my love juice into my husband.
The game has recently evolved into 3P and 4P scenarios, which are the most popular. "Big brother wants to put his finger in too, ah, so good! Both of us together, ahh, Daddy's so naughty, pushing it in so hard, and licking it with his tongue, it feels so good! No, no, no! Three people will hurt, Qiang-ge, don't come in! Qiang-ge will ruin Fangfang's tender little hole! Don't bully Fangfang! Qiang-ge, please, no, really no, you can only look at my little chrysanthemum, only kiss it, you can't put your finger in! Fangfang doesn't want to! It will hurt!"
...
"Now Fangfang wants it again, she wants Daddy to naughtily tease her little sister. Daddy, don't move, I'll sit up myself. This time I won't use my mouth, I'll use my little mouth down there, I'll wet Daddy's big brother with my love juice. Then I look at Brother Qiang, and Brother Qiang is looking into Feifei's eyes too. Brother Qiang's little brother is so naughty, he shoved it into my mouth all at once. Then... I sit down... Ah! God! So comfortable, so satisfying, so deep! Now Daddy is inside Fangfang's little hole, Daddy is inside Fangfang's body, Fangfang is now Daddy's, Daddy can do whatever he wants, Fangfang is now your plaything, your little lover..."
And so, my husband and I enjoyed the pleasure of sex. But sometimes my husband would hold me tightly, thrusting hard into me, muttering, "Mommy, I love you," or "Sister, let me fuck you to death."
I asked him what was wrong.
He panicked and said, "Can I just fantasize about having sex with my mom and older sister?"
"So, do you want to have sex with my mom or your mom?"
"Of course it's your mom. Do you think I'd want to have sex with my own mom?"
"But I'm an only child, I don't have an older sister. What are you going to say then?"
"Oh, my dear daughter, don't be so fussy, okay?" Hmph, seeing his groveling, stupid look, I'll let him off this time.
Later, for a while, every time my husband licked my clitoris, when I was almost at orgasm and losing consciousness, he would ask me, "When we get to my house, if my dad wants to have sex with you, will you let him?"
"Yes, yes, I'm willing to let your dad have sex with me. Lick deeper."
"How about this? Would you like to let my older brother have sex with you?" My husband increased the force and sped up the pace.
"Yes, yes, a hundred times willing. Hurry up and put it in my pussy."
"Would you like to let Brother Qiang play with you?" My husband finally inserted his penis into my pussy.
"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. A little harder." I arched my back and tightened my vagina to meet his powerful thrusts.
"Would you like to sleep with the village chief and secretary?" My husband put all his strength into his thrusts.
"Yes, yes, I'm willing to sleep with all the men in your village." I was almost exhausted, I didn't care what my husband said or how he arranged things.
II. Returning Home
To save money and avoid the Spring Festival travel rush, we took leave from our work units and used connections to buy soft sleeper tickets for the night train, leaving the provincial capital two or three days early.
From the beginning of our relationship, Xiaoqian rarely talked to me about his family.
He said that his hometown, Houshan Village, couldn't be found on the map; it was in the most remote and desolate corner of our province. It took half a day to walk from Houshan Village to Qianshan Village. Back then, there was only one bus a day from Qianshan Village to the county seat, and if you missed it, you had to spend the night in Qianshan Village. Even after reaching the county seat, it still took a day's train ride to reach the provincial capital where we now live.
He left his village after graduating from elementary school and stayed with relatives in the county town while attending middle school. He rarely came home, even once a year. After being admitted to university in the provincial capital, he went back even less often.
He always said that he left the village after graduating from elementary school, went to middle school in the county town alone, and then went to university in the provincial capital alone. So his memories of home were vague, and there wasn't much to say about it. He just glossed over it like that.
This time, after we decided to return home, Xiaoqian seemed different. It was as if his long-awaited expectations were finally about to be fulfilled, yet he also seemed afraid to face these expectations. I asked him. He said it was nothing, that I was just being paranoid.
The train finally started moving. On the train, Xiaoqian looked out the dark window in silence for a long time. Finally, as if he had made up his mind,
he mustered up his courage and said to me, "Fang, actually, this trip back has a very special meaning for me, but there are some unique customs and traditions in Houshan Village, and I'm afraid I might hurt you. That's why I've been hesitant to go." He sighed and continued, "Today I should explain my situation and that of the village to you clearly."
Xiaoqian said that he loved studying as a child and always had excellent grades. He borrowed all the books that the teachers from the county town had. The village only had a primary school, no middle school, and apart from a few well-off families, almost no one went to middle school in the county town. After graduating from primary school, although he really wanted to go to middle school, his family's circumstances didn't allow it, and he didn't dare to hope for it. Unexpectedly,
the school teachers and principal went to discuss it with the village head, saying that Xiaoqian was a rare talent for studying, and it would be a pity for a child to drop out of school.
So the village head consulted with the secretary. Finally, the villagers chipped in some money, and the village chief and secretary also helped arrange for Xiaoqian to stay with relatives in their county town, barely managing to get him through university.
He was the only university student from Houshan Village, and he returned home with a heart full of gratitude. I hope you remember that if we encounter difficulties or any hardships, I must endure them and not disappoint the villagers. Especially, I must treat the village chief and secretary well and not let them down.
As the train swayed rhythmically, I nestled in my husband's arms, listening to his story, and I felt so happy. I drawled out the last syllable, saying sweetly, "My dear husband, you can rest assured, I will definitely listen to you this time."
"My sweet darling, don't rush to agree, my story isn't finished yet. Our Houshan Village has two unique customs, one is called 'Qiepu,' and the other is called 'Ganjiao'..."
Husband, I'm sorry, I was too sleepy. Before he could finish, I had already drifted off to sleep, filled with happiness. In my dream, there were my father-in-law, mother-in-law, eldest sister, eldest sister-in-law, eldest brother, eldest sister-in-law, Qiang Ge, village chief, secretary, teacher, principal… so many people.
“Fangfang, Fangfang, wake up, we’re almost there!” A commotion
rippled through the carriage; the train had finally arrived in the county town. Outside the window, the sky was a pale, fish-belly white; it was already daylight. We carried our bags and luggage, stumbling and bumping our way off the train. At the bus stop, we discovered the first bus to Qianshan Village wouldn’t arrive for over an hour. Luckily, the breakfast shop next to the station was already open.
The proprietress was calling out to customers at the door. She was plump and full-figured; although over forty, she still retained her former charm. The shop was filled with customers who joked and laughed at her.
“Proprietress, it’s been so long! You haven’t changed a bit!” Perhaps one of the customers had just gotten off the same train as us.
"Oh, Old Yang, it's you. Your mouth is still as sweet as ever. You, it's that mouth, that tongue that's so endearing." The proprietress said, gently stroking the customer's cheek with her finger.
"Haha, so the proprietress still remembers my silver tongue."
"Yeah, you rascal, who drives a sedan chair like that?"
At this moment, another customer spoke up, "Drive a sedan chair? Could it be that the proprietress is also from the back mountain village?"
"No way, I'm not that lucky to be from the back mountain village. I just went to the back mountain village with my sisters a few years ago and happened to catch a sedan chair procession."
Old Yang said, "It was a coincidence that I met you, proprietress, you have quite the appetite. Three big men serving you, and you still weren't satisfied."
The other customers cheered, "If we happen to catch a sedan chair procession again, let us all serve the proprietress together."
I only vaguely understood this conversation. Look at Xiaoqian, his face is turning red and white in turns.
Just then, another passenger spoke up, "What a pity, all the young people from the back mountain village have left recently. I haven't heard of anyone driving a sedan chair in a long time."
I looked at Xiaoqian and said to him, "They were talking about your back mountain village, what do you mean by 'daring to call'?"
My husband lowered his voice and whispered in my ear, "Don't talk about it now, eating is the priority."
After eating, we waited and waited in the cold wind, and finally the bus to the front mountain village arrived. It was early in the morning, and there weren't many passengers. Xiaoqian looked around but didn't see a single familiar face. "It seems like only the two of us are going to the front mountain village." Sure enough,
the bus went uphill all the way, and as soon as we entered the mountainous area, most of the passengers got off. The bus kept bumping along the winding mountain road, and I almost threw up the breakfast I had just eaten. I slumped into Xiaoqian's arms and fell asleep again.
"Hey, hey, you two little ones, wake up, wake up, we've arrived at the final stop."
I hadn't slept well on the train all night, and it turned out my husband had also fallen asleep like a log. Compared to the county town, the temperature in Qianshan Village was a bit lower, but fortunately, it was nestled in a mountain valley, so there was no wind and it wasn't too cold. My husband asked me to watch the luggage at the station while he went to find a car.
After a while, my husband arrived in a vehicle. Actually, it wasn't really a car; it was more like a converted farm tractor. My husband said, "The road to Houshan Village is open now, but it's not paved yet, and there are no buses. Just make do; we'll be there in a bit. It used to take two or three hours to walk up the mountain, but now it only takes an hour or two."
The driver on the road chatted with us casually. "You two aren't from Houshan Village, are you? I've never seen you before."
"We're from the provincial capital, visiting friends," my husband said.
"Making friends here in the provincial capital? That's really not easy."
After a while, the driver continued, "Have you heard of the 'Qiepu' and 'Danjiao' customs in Houshan Village?"
"I think I've heard of them, but what exactly are they?" I seized the opportunity and quickly asked him.
"Hehe..." The foreman gave me a lecherous look and said, "To be honest, you two should
n't take offense when you hear this..." "Just tell me, stop being so mysterious," I said defiantly.
"I think it's better not to tell you," my husband tried to change the subject.
The foreman said, "You two probably don't know, but Houshan Village has been isolated for many years and is a matriarchal society. Women are in charge of everything in the family, big and small."
The foreman lit a cigarette and continued, "On the night of their wedding, the groom is called to sleep with the female relatives of the family. The bride, naturally, sleeps with the male relatives. This is called 'cutting the bed.'"
"You...you mean, the groom sleeps with his mother and sister?" I blushed, my heart pounded, and I couldn't breathe.
"That's nothing. The groom has probably slept with his mother and sister countless times since he was a child. But the bride, on her wedding night, shared a bed with her father-in-law and uncles. That's what's exciting."
"How so? The groom has probably slept with his mother and sister countless times since he was a child?" I asked eagerly.
"Then let me tell you about another custom in Houshan Village, called 'Chasing the Sedan Chair.'"
The driver lit another cigarette, glancing sideways at my heaving chest, and continued, "Houshan Village doesn't usually have many celebrations. On the wedding day, the bride stays at the groom's house, and there aren't many guests invited. But on the third day after the wedding, the bride returns to her parents' home, and the bride's family has to hold a grand homecoming banquet. After the homecoming banquet, close relatives and friends from both sides can stay to participate in 'Chasing the Sedan Chair.' During 'Chasing the Sedan Chair,' men and women in the area can have sex freely unless the other party refuses. However, out of consideration for both sides' reputation, they usually won't refuse."
The driver stared at me with a lecherous grin and continued, "It's a pity you two didn't meet this custom. Otherwise, two talented men and beautiful women from the provincial capital would definitely be hot commodities for 'Chasing the Sedan Chair.'"
"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense." My husband interrupted the driver, his face turning red and white.
"Why didn't you tell me about these things? Are you doing this on purpose?" I pinched my husband's thigh, leaned close to his ear, and whispered my question to him.
"I was going to tell you this on the train, but you fell asleep first."
We chatted idly all the way, and before we knew it, we were at Houshan Village. Houshan Village was also nestled in a mountain valley, its terrain even steeper than Qianshan Village, with terraced fields stretching as far as the eye could see. A few houses were scattered sparsely across the mountainside.
When we arrived at the village square, some people were already waiting for us. I immediately recognized my father-in-law and older brother, and blurted out, "Dad, older brother!"
"Oh, how do you recognize us?" My father-in-law took my small hand in his large hands. His hands were warm and very rough; I thought to myself, how stimulating it would be if those hands were squeezing my breasts.
"I not only recognize you, but you also bring me to multiple orgasms every night," I said with a smile, though I didn't say it aloud, I just murmured to myself.
"Alright, alright, can't you see the bride's face is all red?" The mother-in-law came over and slapped the father-in-law's hand away, then turned and hugged her husband. "My poor Qian'er, it's been years since I've seen you. You've grown taller, but you haven't gained much weight." The mother-in-law hugged her husband, her hands constantly stroking his body. The older brother just rubbed his hands together, looking at me shyly with a silly grin.
"Come, come, let me introduce you. I've met your sister-in-law, the old village chief, and the old Party Secretary. And the current
village chief and Party Secretary." After greeting everyone, the village chief and Party Secretary left first, leaving only the old village chief
and the old Party Secretary. It turned out that the old village chief and the old Party Secretary were both old and had retired two years ago. Both were tall and thin, but the old village chief had a kind face, while the old Party Secretary had a pair of glasses perched on his hooked nose on his thin face. A sharp glint of light—no, more like a lecherous green—shone from behind his thick glasses, seemingly able to see right through my thick sweater, leaving my firm, full 36C breasts exposed to him. This was the first time I'd truly experienced being spied on, and I involuntarily took a step back, hiding behind Xiaoqian.
"Come, come, come, let's talk at home." The others helped us carry our luggage as we walked back up the hill to our old home. Along the way, my mother-in-law held my husband's hand the whole time, her eyes never leaving Xiaoqian. My father-in-law and older brother, on the other hand, would occasionally lend me a hand to prevent me from falling.
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