The Story of the Black Mule Continues: Father's Desire

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The rain outside was falling harder and harder. Black Mule held Mama's waist, his thrusts becoming more and more violent, more violent than the wind, more violent than the rain, more violent than the years that are like knives.
Mama could endure the years, but she couldn't endure Black Mule's violence. Half of her body was lying on the bed, her white, round buttocks sticking out, her fists clenched, and she cried out pitifully with each of Black Mule's thrusts.
Black Mule was aroused, his buttocks swaying like a millstone, his body stretched into a bow, shooting towards Mama. His hip bones slammed solidly into Mama's round buttocks, his donkey-like black testicles jumping like a fish, like a carp flicking its tail. The two full and large testicles in his black testicles slapped against Mama's vulva, making her vaginal fluids splash everywhere, making Mama's two black and red vulva tremble and shake, her pubic hair lying messy and disheveled, as if flooded.
"Mule, oh—"
Mali sighed deeply, her legs weak and her back aching. She had ejaculated repeatedly, but the black mule wouldn't let her go, his donkey-like member thrusting in and out to its hilt.
She was getting old, and with all the years, it had loosened. She couldn't hold onto the black mule's thick, hard, and hot member any longer.
Mali thought sadly, trying to squeeze her legs together, trying to force out the black mule's burning desire.
The black mule lay on Mali's back, panting heavily in her ear, but wouldn't ejaculate.
Just then, the courtyard gate suddenly rattled in the rain, and Mali's back stiffened.
"Your father! Your father's noise!"
Mali cried out in alarm, her breasts hardening with fear.
The old couple, married for decades, knew each other well.
The footsteps in the wind and rain outside were clearly closer in the courtyard.
The black mule pulled out the hard thing that had been inside Mali, spun around a few times, his mind fuzzy and somewhat dazed, not knowing where to go.
The thing was erect, very conspicuous on the black mule's bare body.
"Go under the bed."
Ma'ri was decisive, used to all sorts of things.
Black Mule, his erection still hard, bent over and tried to crawl under the bed, his mind a bit foggy, unable to squeeze in.
"Lie down, get in there."
Ma'ri was furious.
Black Mule lay down, his erection standing like a flagpole in the center of his body, dark and shiny.
Ma'ri didn't even bother to glance at him, throwing all of Black Mule's clothes and pants under the bed. As Black Mule lay down, Ma'ri kicked her own shoes in, rolling them under Black Mule's nose.
Black Mule grabbed the shoes and threw them into the corner, grimacing at the stench.
Father burst in, soaked to the bone, his clothes clinging to his skin, water dripping down.
Ma'ri, not having time to put on clothes, went to greet him naked.
Black Mule, lying under the bed, looked over as Ma'ri stepped forward. There was light flickering in his slit.
Ma'ri was still wet, the water she had produced through her own actions.
Black Mule felt a burning sensation in his chest, and his erection grew even stronger. He casually groped himself, his hands becoming covered in Ma Li's vaginal fluid. Black Mule smelled his hands, then shrank under the bed and grinned silently.
"It's raining so hard, why didn't you take shelter?"
Ma Li scolded, pulling over a towel.
Father took the towel and dried his face and head, while Ma Li helped him unbutton his clothes.
"Why are you naked?"
Father asked, glancing at Ma Li's lower body as he dried his hair. "I got soaked, completely drenched, and didn't have time to change,"
Ma Li replied, unbuttoning all of Father's clothes, revealing his muscular chest and abdomen. A dark, gleaming light shone in the dim room.
Black Mule touched his own chest under the bed; it was exactly like his father's.
People said he and Father were cut from the same mold, even their personalities were identical.
Black Mule always held Father in awe; Father was greater than anything else. When he was little, he even walked in the indentations of Father's feet.
He imitated his father's speech, his walk, the land his father had cultivated, and the women his father had slept with.
Black Mule remembered that summer night, without a breath of wind, the heat so intense he was drenched in sweat.
The whole family slept under a creaking ceiling fan. Black Mule lay next to his sister, who was just eighteen that year, unmarried, and as naive as Black Mule. The two were like two newly formed green dates, knowing only a little about everything.
In the latter half of the night, Black Mule, fast asleep, was woken up by his sister. They were covered by a sheet. Under the sheet, his sister was vigorously manipulating Black Mule's still-developing penis.
Black Mule was as hard as a tender twig, and his sister's ministrations hurt him.
Black Mule opened his eyes. A dim lamp shone on the wall, its light just right, enough to see his father on top of his mother, thrusting his black penis into her body, working hard in and out.
Black Mule had seen this many times, so it wasn't surprising, but Sister's reaction was excessive.
When Father lay down, panting heavily, and thrust his shiny black rod straight up, Sister clamped her legs around Black Mule's waist, rubbing against him urgently. She held his penis in her hands, breathing softly, and whispered in his ear, "Why isn't it as big as Father's?"
Black Mule pouted, ignoring her, wanting to close his eyes and sleep.
But then he saw Mother straddle Father, spreading her wet labia and sitting down to meet his shiny black rod, swallowing it whole.
Mother rose and fell on Father's belly, her plump white breasts bouncing up and down like rabbits. Father stretched out his two hard hands, pinching and kneading them.
Mother's white breasts changed shape constantly under Father's pinching, her bright red nipples bulging outwards like two flower buds about to be blown apart by a strong wind.
Father suddenly sat up, opened his bearded mouth, and bit down on Mother's red nipple, revealing his white teeth.
"Father—"
Mother called softly, tilting her head back.
Father's buttocks trembled like a leaf, and a gurgling, sticky sound filled the air where they were joined.
Sister held Black Mule's hand and placed it on her already developing and swollen breasts. Black Mule scratched them, mimicking his sister's earlier actions, and muttered softly, "Why aren't they as big as Mother's?"
Immediately, Sister pinched and lifted a soft piece of flesh on his waist, causing a sharp pain.
Black Mule gritted his teeth, suppressing a sound.
Later, he drifted off to sleep.
Black Mule was a heavy sleeper, just like Father.
When he woke up, it was already dawn, and the ceiling fan was still whirring on the roof. Mother was nowhere to be seen, and Father was fast asleep, lying on his back with his arms and legs spread out under a sheet.
Sister sat beside Father, her eyes burning with desire as she eagerly looked at the thin sheet covering him.
Black Mule lay there, his eyes wide open, watching as his sister lifted the thin sheet covering their father's lower body.
His lower body was naked, his strong, hairy legs spread wide, and between them hung a black rod from his large scrotum, which was covered in a layer of hair, hidden like a wild beast between his legs.
His sister reached out in the morning light, grasping his black rod in her hand, revealing a round head with a hole, looking as fierce as a snake.
Black Mule was a little worried about his sister. His father had a bad temper and wouldn't let anyone touch his manhood. Black Mule remembered that when he was eight or nine, he'd secretly touched it out of curiosity, only to be caught by his father, who slapped him on the buttocks, leaving him in pain for days.
Black Mule thought his sister was incredibly bold, daring to openly play with his father's penis. But
then he thought, it's alright. From as far back as he could remember, his father had always favored his sister more than him. Even when they climbed trees to steal birds and tore their clothes, he was always the one who got beaten.
His sister had a scratch on her leg from a tree branch, and after beating him, his father would frown and hold his sister's long, slender, white leg, worried about a scar.
His father, still sprawled out with his arms and legs spread, lay on his back with his eyes closed, fast asleep. His father slept as soundly as Black Mule; he must have been exhausted from the previous night.
Black Mule knew his father had been having sex with his mother the previous night. Black Mule
had heard that it was tiring for men to have sex with women.
At that time, Black Mule had never had sex with a woman before and didn't know how tiring it was.
Anyway, Dad was fast asleep, oblivious to everything, letting my sister play with his penis.
As she played with it, she noticed Black Mule had opened his eyes. She smiled and waved Dad's penis at him.
Black Mule rolled his eyes, remembering that she'd said his penis wasn't as big as Dad's.
She lowered her head and continued playing with his penis.
The penis seemed to rage, standing erect from Dad's pubic hair, thick and long, hard as a spear.
My sister, mimicking what Mom had done the night before, spread her pink labia, straddled it, and sat on the tip of Dad's penis, which stood erect in the pubic hair.
Black Mule watched as his father's shiny, black penis, its fleshy tip pressed against his sister's pink vulva. The two bud-like labia were slowly parted by his father's penis. Then, his sister suddenly stopped, frowning as she looked at Black Mule and said, "Too big, can't go in."
Black Mule rolled his eyes again, reaching down to touch his own genitals. His erect penis pushed up the sheet covering him; it was indeed smaller than his father's.
His sister rubbed his father's penis back and forth against her vulva. Black Mule saw some clear fluid seeping from her vulva, as tempting as honey.
The honey-like fluid wet his father's fleshy, round, black penis, making it look slippery like a black snake in the grass after rain.
His sister had the snake by its Achilles' heel, forcefully pushing it into the small hole beneath her pubic hair.
Black Mule watched as his father's penis went in a little further than before.
"Mule, it hurts..."
Sister suddenly stopped and looked at Black Mule with teary eyes.
Black Mule panicked, not knowing how to help his sister. At this moment, Father suddenly opened his eyes. After a moment of confusion, Father suddenly widened his eyes and hurriedly lifted Sister's buttocks to pull her off his penis.
"Father, it hurts..."
Sister said tearfully, sitting on Father's belly.
Father didn't say anything, but reached out and touched the flesh between Sister's legs. Seeing no blood, he put his finger inside and felt it. Finally, Father breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's still there, it's still there, thankfully it's not broken..."
Father said to himself.
It was a long time before Black Mule understood Father's intention to protect his sister. Unfortunately, he understood too late. By then, he had already deflowered his sister, wasting Father's efforts.
Father didn't punish Sister that time, but he started avoiding her.
Sister, however, seemed to think that the pain wasn't severe enough and clung to Father all the time.
Once, Black Mule secretly saw Sister grabbing Father's crotch in the livestock shed and refusing to let go.
"Are you trying to kill your father?"
Father, his face flushed, raised his hand, but couldn't bring himself to strike.
"I love you, Father. I want to do 'that' with you,"
Sister said sweetly, clutching Father's crotch.
"Then you might as well let me die!" Father's beard
trembled with rage.
"If anyone's going to die, it'll be me. You despise me for not doing 'that' with me, only with Mother. I'd rather die,"
Sister said, letting go of Father and reaching for the sickle on the wall.
Father was terrified. He grabbed Sister and said, "Father promises you, after you get married, after your wedding night, when you return to your parents' home, Father will do 'that' with you. Right now, you must preserve your chastity as a young woman, otherwise you'll never be able to hold your head high in the world."
"Fine, then Father, hurry up and find me a husband,"
Sister agreed readily, turning and leaving.
"What a tragedy, raising such a wretched child,"
Father muttered, crouching on the ground, clutching his head.
Father cared for Sister's chastity, but Black Mule didn't care.
Black Mule slept with my sister before she got married. On their wedding night, he even climbed into her bed while her husband was drunk. Father didn't know any of this; if he did, he'd skin Black Mule alive.
On the day my sister returned home after the wedding, Black Mule deliberately got her husband drunk again—what a coward! He couldn't withstand any drinking and passed out in no time.
After dinner, her husband lay drunk on the bed. Mother was washing dishes, Father went to feed the livestock, and my sister quickly followed.
Black Mule, thinking about my sister, waited for a while and then sneaked to the livestock shed.
The livestock shed was built behind the house; opening the back door of the yard led directly to the entrance, but the back door was blocked from the outside. Black Mule pushed it several times, but it wouldn't budge.
Black Mule pursed his lips; it must be my sister's doing.
So Black Mule went out through the front door of the yard, circled around, and lay down outside the livestock shed window.
The lights were on in the shed; two cows were grazing, and a donkey was braying.
Father was spreading hay with a pitchfork, and Sister followed him around, her hand always inside his trousers.
"Father, stop and rest,"
Sister urged.
Father kept a straight face, refusing to look at Sister, but finally stopped.
"Isn't the new son-in-law good enough? Why are you still bothering your father?"
Father asked, his face dark as he looked at a cow.
"Not as good as Father. Father's word is his bond,"
Sister said with a laugh, pulling Father's limp penis out of his trousers.
Father sighed, closed his eyes, and didn't want to see anything.
Sister squatted down, opened her mouth, and took Father's penis in, sucking on it with relish.
After a few bites, Sister reached out and pulled Father's testicles out of his trousers, playing with them in her hands.
Father shook his leg and frowned. Sister was pinching him hard, but Father didn't utter a sound, enduring it.
Father had always been a man of few words, even when he was having sex with Mother, he would just pant, work silently, and not say a word.
The older sister knelt between her father's legs, her pink lips nibbling at his thick, dark penis, glistening with moisture.
His penis grew thicker and harder, filling her mouth completely. She smiled, her eyes narrowing, and swallowed even deeper, burying her face in his crotch.
She reached down and loosened his belt, his trousers falling down to reveal a thick tuft of dark hair, obscuring her nose and making her pink face appear even whiter.
After a while, she stood up, grabbed her father's hand, and tucked it inside her trousers.
Father's beard trembled a few times as he struggled to pull his hand away, his rough fingers glistening with moisture.
Sister deftly pulled down her pants and grabbed Father's hand, trying to
shove it between her legs again. "Father, since we're going to do it anyway, just let your daughter have her fun,"
Father sighed.
"Just this once! If you bother me again, I'll kill myself!"
Sister giggled and kissed Father on the cheek.
Father suddenly picked up Sister and placed her on the back of the ox.
The ox recognized Sister, glanced back at her on its back, and stood there gently and quietly, continuing to ruminate.
Sister's legs draped over the ox's belly, her crotch wide open, her pink flesh glistening with moisture, facing Father's face.
Father stretched out two thick fingers, pressed them against her, and gently parted her labia, teasing her clitoris a few times. Sister let out a soft moan, straightening her legs that were dangling over the ox's belly.
"Father, it tickles..."
Sister whimpered.
Father remained silent, his face stern, his fingertips rapidly manipulating Sister's two tender labia.
Sister's two large, white legs began to tremble violently, her chest heaving as if she couldn't breathe.
Her labia grew thick and plump, revealing a small, opening and closing orifice deep within, from which thin, sticky fluid trickled down the crevice, dripping and wetting the cow's back, staining it a deep brown.
Father glanced at Sister, then suddenly thrust a finger into her opening orifice.
Sister's breasts jerked simultaneously, she let out a short, startled cry, and clamped her legs together.
Father remained silent, his finger flying in and out of Sister's orifice, churning and splashing like waves.
Sister, head thrown back, gasped for breath.
Father poked around with his fingers for a while, then suddenly brought his mouth close, a hot, agile tongue emerging from his stubble, its tip steaming, more teasing and provocative than his fingers.
Sister stiffened, gripping Father's hair tightly, and cried out—Father! Her labia trembled rapidly in Father's mouth; he knew she was about to climax. His tongue flashed across her clitoris a few times, sending her on her final journey.
A gush of hot water spurted from her opening, wetting Father's black beard.
Father wiped his beard, calmly watching Sister, waiting for her to calm down before lifting her off the ox's back and carefully placing her on the haystack.
He spread her legs and silently pressed down on her. As his thick, hard member forcefully thrust in, Sister cried out again, just as Black Mule had when he deflowered her.
Black Mule, peering out the window, watched his father finally have sex with his sister. A burning fire ignited within him, his engorged member hard as a rock, threatening to scald his trousers.
He pulled his member out of his pants, holding it hot in his hand, stroking it as he watched his father vigorously fuck his sister.
Black Mule didn't feel much jealousy or resentment at that moment.
In his heart, his sister and mother belonged first and foremost to his father. He had stolen his sister from his father, taken her virginity—that was a huge advantage he had taken from his father.
Black Mule knew he had always lived under his father's roof; his father was a towering tree, sheltering him from the wind and rain. Black Mule had always revered his father, and could only sleep with his father's women secretly.
The only woman truly belonging to Black Mule was his unmarried niece.
After that return visit to his mother's home, Black Mule never saw his sister bothering his father again, and his father never touched her again. He had even given up on her for a time, until recently when he had sex with her again.
Black Mule felt he lacked his father's integrity.
At least he'd never seen his father actively pursue any woman.
Black Mule couldn't control his restless, throbbing member.
He'd just fucked Mom.
Black Mule felt a pang of guilt hiding under the bed.
He rolled his eyes, continuing to peer out from under the bed. Mom had already stripped his father naked, wiping his bare body with a towel.
"The rain is cold, don't catch a cold,"
Mom muttered.
"Warm me up with your flesh,"
his father said, suddenly wrapping his arms around Mom, his hand sliding down, touching the wet, fleshy opening Black Mule had just touched. [Recent rating record: Night Star Chen, +8 gold coins, reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!]

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