My ex-girlfriend Fenzi's story

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My female colleague, Fenzi, who was also my classmate in middle school, and I went to a remote mountainous area together to do poverty alleviation and education support work. Just two months later, Fenzi suddenly suffered a heart attack and was hospitalized in a small local hospital. We all went with her to take care of her.

Around midnight, a few colleagues and I couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep on a bench in the hospital corridor. Suddenly, I was shaken awake. I opened my eyes and saw a doctor. I asked what was wrong. The doctor told me that Fenzi was dying. I quickly woke up my colleagues, and we rushed into the emergency room, where we saw medical staff removing the IV tubes from Fenzi. We were stunned: Had Fenzi really left us like this? ... There was no time for grief; I arranged for everyone to prepare for Fenzi's funeral. First, we notified her family, and then we bought clothes for her burial. It was already late at night, and Fenzi's parents, siblings, and other relatives lived 500 miles away. Even if we set off immediately, they wouldn't arrive until the next morning. We also had to wait until the stores opened the next morning to buy clothes. It was a small hospital with few patients. After cleaning up Fenzi, the medical staff yawned and went home to sleep. I also arranged for everyone to find a hotel to rest. But someone had to stay here to keep vigil; Fenzi was everyone's colleague and friend, and we couldn't let her go alone. But everyone said that she was already dead, so why keep vigil? I got angry and scolded everyone. Finally, I said, "You can all leave; I'll stay here."

My colleagues tried to persuade me not to, but they all left silently, leaving me alone sitting by Fenzi's bedside, unable to cry. I looked at Fenzi's body and thought how unpredictable life was. Fenzi was an old maid, never having dated or married, and a sudden illness had taken her life. I recalled what she looked like when she was alive, and tears streamed down my face. I held Fenzi's cold hand and rubbed it, suddenly remembering that she had once joked with me that if I wasn't married, she might consider marrying me. But now… I gazed at Fenzi's face, and my heart slowly warmed. Fenzi's face was very fair, and according to her female colleagues, her body was even fairer when they showered together. I lifted the blanket covering Fenzi, pulled up her shirt, and revealed a small patch of her belly; Fenzi was indeed very fair. I further unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her bra. Fenzi was very thin, but she had a pair of large, heavy breasts. Every summer, when she wore tight-fitting clothes, her large breasts would tremble slightly, seemingly about to fall off. I couldn't even look at her directly; just looking at them would make my penis instantly hard. Thinking about her large breasts secretly made me grit my teeth, wishing I could bite them into my mouth immediately. She had always been my masturbation object. Thinking about her large breasts, imagining them full of milk if she got married and had children, they would surely be even larger and bigger. Imagining myself sucking on those large breasts while fucking her, the moment my hand touched my hard penis, semen gushed out. After ejaculating, I would continue imagining sucking on her large breasts, and my penis would become unbearably itchy before it even softened, so I had to continue masturbating until I ejaculated again. Because of thinking about Fenzi's large breasts, I once masturbated and ejaculated four times in one night. Now I can finally look at them freely. The hospital was deathly silent. I got up, opened the door, and looked around. The corridor was empty. I went back to the ward, closed the door, and unhooked Fenzi's bra. My God, so white, so plump, so big—completely disproportionate to her slender figure. Touching it, that large mound of flesh jiggled incessantly. The nipples at the top were like large black dates, presumably from blood loss after death; otherwise, they would have been bright red. Below the dates was a small, faint areola, now darkened. I played with her nipples and then cupped her entire breast in my hands, kneading it. Her breasts were as cold as ice, yet incredibly soft and smooth. I couldn't resist leaning down and biting one breast, licking the nipple a few times, then opening my mouth wide and taking a large bite, sucking hard. The soft flesh, though cold, tasted wonderful. I bit it with my teeth, but Fenzi didn't react at all. The thought that she was already dead made me laugh self-deprecatingly. I swallowed her breast without hesitation and chewed it like meat. At that moment, my lower body was already aroused. Feeling guilty, I turned off the light and, in the dark, pulled down her pants and underwear, touching her genitals. The ward was pitch black, and I couldn't see her genitals clearly. I directly inserted my fingers into her vagina, first one, then two, then three. Her vagina was already cold, but still very lubricated. Without further ado, I pulled down my own pants, grasped my hard penis, found her labia, rubbed it a few times, and slowly inserted it, finally reaching the hilt. A chill ran through my bones. I knew I couldn't linger; I had to finish quickly. So I gripped her thighs and began to thrust forcefully. Her cold vagina grew looser with each thrust. I thrust hard dozens of times, then my thighs tightened, my head buzzed, and I knew I was about to ejaculate. I quickly lay on her stomach, fucking her relentlessly while grabbing her two large, plump breasts, frantically biting, sucking, and nibbling at them. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I thrust my penis deep into her vagina, biting down hard on one breast. With a release, streams of semen flowed smoothly into Fenzi's cold, slippery vagina. During ejaculation, I chewed on her breasts as if they were meat. After the last drop of semen, my teeth were deeply embedded in her nipples. I caught my breath for a moment, pulled out my penis, fastened my pants, and turned on the light. I was shocked: both of Fenzi's large breasts were bitten raw, and one nipple was cut in half by my teeth, revealing a faint bloodstain. I hurriedly helped her put on her bra, fastened her clothes and pants, my heart pounding. I turned off the light, quietly went outside, smoked a cigarette in the yard, thinking that Fenzi was dead, and no one would find out she had been defiled.

Fenzi's body was kept in the hospital morgue for three days, and then cremated. Family, friends, and colleagues were too afraid to watch the cremation, but I dared to go. Through the small window of the crematorium, I saw Fenzi's body slowly being burned away by the flames, revealing her naked body. At that moment, I was shocked to find that one of Fenzi's large, fat breasts was missing its nipple, and a large chunk of flesh beneath it was also missing. The edges of the missing piece were tattered and torn, as if it had been bitten off by teeth, but I was sure it wasn't me. I had only bitten the nipple, not the flesh! The other bra was also reduced to ashes. I was even more shocked to find that the area under the bra was empty; the large, fat breast was gone, replaced by a bloody hole the size of a bowl. I was stunned when the crematorium worker impatiently pushed me away, saying, "Stop looking, what's so interesting?" He stuck a long-handled iron rod into the furnace, right into Fenzi's vagina, and stirred it forcefully. A burst of blue flame shot up, and a stream of yellow liquid immediately flowed from her vagina. I couldn't bear to look anymore and turned away. I knew that poor Fenzi had not only been raped by me, but also by the hospital morgue attendant or that crematorium worker, and not just once or twice. What's worse, he had bitten off her nipple and cut off her entire breast. What did he do with her breast? Did he cook it to eat with alcohol, or did he use that piece of fat to masturbate? I couldn't imagine. But I couldn't say anything. If I reported someone raping a corpse in the morgue or crematorium, the investigation would implicate me too.

That night, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. I finally fell asleep and dreamt of Fenzi. She stood naked before me, holding her one broken, plump breast, crying as she said, "They cut off that breast, leaving you only this one, and they even bit it open..." I woke up with a start, wondering if Fenzi knew I had raped her corpse and bitten her nipple? Or perhaps Fenzi allowed me to rape her and bite her nipple? ... The next day, I secretly went to the cemetery, offered sacrifices at Fenzi's grave, and whispered a prayer: "Fenzi, I'm sorry, I loved you so much! I loved your breasts so much! If you know this in the afterlife, please come to my dreams every night. Even though you only have one breast left, I still love you, love it, and I'm willing to unleash my lust on you every night..." As I murmured this, I actually became aroused. Fenzi's portrait was a half-body shot; her low-cut, sleeveless shirt revealed her fair arms and half of her full breasts, which seemed about to burst out, creating a deep cleavage that aroused lust. I stroked her breasts with one hand, while the other reached into my pants and gently stroked my already hard penis. As I stroked it, a surge of heat coursed through my body. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, then unzipped my pants, exposed my penis, and vigorously masturbated in front of Fenzi's portrait. A tingling sensation ran through my feet, my calves twitched, and my head buzzed. Sticky, hot semen shot into Fenzi's face and chest, then slowly dripped down, leaving several thick white streaks on the glass outside the portrait.

Perhaps it was just my imagination, or perhaps Fenzi truly knew from beyond the grave, but from then on, Fenzi often appeared in my dreams. Somehow, her two large, plump breasts were perfectly intact and even produced milk. In a dream that felt both real and unreal, her breast milk greatly aroused my sexual desire, and I ejaculated again and again until I woke up at dawn, only to find a large pool of cold, sticky semen beneath me...

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