"The Clever Young Woman from the Countryside"

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Those born in the 1980s should have vivid memories of rural life. During summer vacation, the most beloved activity was returning to relatives' homes in the countryside. Life there was always what we kids longed for most: the cicadas in the trees, the frogs in the river, the clear water – these feelings could never be replaced by the concrete jungles and skyscrapers of the city.
That year, I was twelve or thirteen years old, I don't remember exactly how old. After rushing to finish my homework for several weeks, I hurriedly went to my grandfather's house, ready to have a wild summer vacation. Little did I know that this period would be the experience that transformed me from a boy into a man.
I remember back then, in the countryside, I didn't wear a shirt or shoes. Because there were no paved roads back then, only a tiny paved road in front of the township government. I was very fair-skinned then, with a big, high nose and a mouth that wasn't too big or too small. Anyway, I was very likable. Wherever I went, the aunties and older women would pull me aside for a casual chat, fiddling with my pink nipples. When they saw me open my mouth and cry out in pain, they'd all laugh and scatter. Thinking back now, I was so young then, wasting so much of that slut's affection!
Bathing in the countryside every night was a simple matter, because there were no bathhouses back then. So almost everyone in the village, young and old, bathed in the big river west of the village. The slightly shy young women and wives would wait until it was completely dark, then gather a few friends to bathe together. They'd bathe fully clothed, then change back home in the dark. One night, I ate dinner late, and when I got to the river, there were hardly any men left, only some old men. By the time I took off my clothes and went into the water, they had all come back up. It was dark, and I didn't know these old men. After they left, I felt uneasy, as if there was something in the water. I was so scared! Just as I was about to get ashore, I heard some women joking around. I thought to myself, "Someone's coming. I'm not scared anymore." (At the time, I genuinely thought, "Someone's here, I'm not scared anymore, I can just take a bath now.")
They laughed all the way to the riverbank and saw a little boy in the water. Some of them recognized me and called out my name. This eased the awkwardness considerably. Seeing that I was a child, perhaps they didn't treat me like a man. Some of the older ones even took off their clothes in front of me. I remember the bras back then were a little different from what I used to wear; they felt like short shirts, tightly covering my breasts. Those breasts were absolutely irresistible to me at the time. At that moment, I was fantasizing about the scenes in the handwritten book. I really wanted to pounce on her and experience what it felt like. But thoughts are one thing, reality is another. I didn't dare to do it. I wanted to look but didn't dare to look directly at her, only daring to steal a glance. My penis was already erect, terribly hard, stretching my underwear high. I tried to push it down with my hand in the water, but I couldn't. Just then, the woman in the bra called my name and asked if I wanted soap to wash my back. I froze. I didn't dare say yes or no. My mind was a bit sluggish. Seeing that I didn't speak, she took a few steps towards me. That's when I realized it was Xiao Qiao, the shopkeeper of the only small shop in my grandfather's village.
To be honest, Xiao Qiao wasn't pretty. She had the typical dark complexion of a rural person, but her eyes and nose were definitely beautiful. Her lips were a little thick, but to be honest, I couldn't think about any of that at that moment. A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy in that situation could only think about pinning her down and using a thing called a penis!
"Hey, Xiaozhi, turn around, I'm going to scrub your back,"
a single sentence pulled me back to reality from my dream. I turned around so Xiaoqiao could scrub my back. She held my shoulders and scrubbed my neck, her chest naturally rubbing against my back. It felt like two balls of fire were rubbing against my back. Before I could think much, Xiaoqiao told me to stand up. My mind went blank. I had no idea what she was going to do. I just listened to whatever she said and stood up a little. She started scrubbing my front. I looked down and froze. Were those breasts? Were they the soft, doughy breasts described in the handwritten book? I was so close that I could clearly see the cleavage and the breasts bulging out by the bra, but I couldn't see the nipples. Just then, I felt a pair of hands under my stomach, on my lower abdomen, rubbing soap. Before I could even say no, my underwear was pulled down.
I froze. Back then, my thinking was still quite feudal. The feeling was like being caught peeping into a women's bathhouse. My mind went completely blank. Luckily, I was some distance away from the women, and it was dark, so they didn't see me. Otherwise, I probably would have died of embarrassment. It was Sister Qiao's words that pulled me out of my predicament: "Xiao Zhi, I didn't realize you were so short, but your thing is quite big down there." I didn't say a word. I had no choice but to obediently wipe Sister Qiao's private parts. Of course, Sister Qiao wouldn't ignore this not-so-big thing. After wiping it lightly, she told me to wash myself. I trembled as I prepared the soap for Sister Qiao. I don't know what came over me, but a sentence popped out like a ghost: "Sister Qiao, let me wipe you too."
Maybe it was the shock of those breasts, or maybe my lust was too strong, but after saying that, my face turned bright red.
Sister Qiao didn't say anything and obediently turned around. I stared at the white bra strap from behind her, rubbing it with my hand. As I rubbed, my hand unconsciously reached from behind her waist to her stomach and started rubbing it. Her stomach was very soft and lubricated by the soap, which felt great to touch. And as I rubbed, I naturally touched her breasts. With each touch, my penis got harder and my heart beat faster.
I helped her wash from behind, standing in the shallow water. To wash her front, I could see the side of her face and the slight trembling of her lips. Upon closer inspection, I could even hear her breathing heavily. I was stunned. Only then did I realize that to help her wash, my upper body was practically pressed against her back, and my penis was almost touching it. Seeing that she didn't seem to mind, I focused my attention on my lower body. I noticed that every time I touched her, the corners of her mouth would turn up slightly. At that moment, I didn't realize that this woman's desire had been aroused by this twelve or thirteen-year-old boy. I don't know how much time passed before the women from the village called out, asking why we weren't finished washing. Blushing, I didn't say anything, gave the soap to her, and ran ashore and home.
That night, I slept at my uncle's house, feeling both excited and afraid—afraid that she would tell my relatives and acquaintances. How embarrassing! Back then, my thoughts were so naive and simple. I drifted off to sleep like that.
The next day, I was very anxious at lunch, barely daring to look at my grandfather. I guess I felt guilty.
A few days passed, and I grew bolder. I dared to stand under the shed in front of Qiao's house, watching the village girls and wives play cards (most of the able-bodied men in the village had gone to work elsewhere, including Qiao's husband, Dongzi). I even dared to stare intently at Qiao's breasts when no one was looking, and then, lying alone in bed that night
, my mind was filled with those snow-white breasts. Finally, one night, it was incredibly hot. I couldn't sleep, so I jumped off the roof of my neighbor's house (back then, in the countryside, people slept on rooftops in the summer; single-story houses were cool and saved electricity at night. There weren't many TV dramas, so everyone went to bed early) and went to Qiao's small shop to buy something to eat.
The door was closed, but the light was on inside. Kids do what they want, and nobody can stop them. Besides, it was about food, and I also wanted to see Sister Qiao. So I started knocking on the door. My voice was a little hoarse, like the feeling before sex now, but I didn't feel that way at the time. I just felt a little excited, inexplicably excited.
Sister Qiao recognized my voice and told me to wait a moment. After about two minutes, she opened the door a little and let me in.
The light was dim, but definitely better than the view from the riverbank. Sister Qiao had probably just finished bathing inside; her clothes were still damp as she got dressed and opened the door for me. The clothes clung tightly to her body; they were a red and white floral print, I don't know what material they were made of. She wore those big, floral-patterned shorts typical of rural areas—I think everyone's seen them, right? Her breasts, encased in the wet clothes, looked even more alluring. As she bent down to get me something, I stood behind her, staring at her buttocks. They were so big, so very big. Even though she'd never had children, they were still enormous. Her thighs below were dazzlingly white.
Then the power went out. Sister Qiao instinctively stood up, and before I could react, my penis was pressed tightly against her buttocks. You should know that at that time, my penis was already twelve or thirteen centimeters long and four centimeters thick.
Sister Qiao trembled as if she'd been electrocuted. I could clearly feel her trying to leave my body, then pulling back. We just stood there, motionless. The room was dark, and I couldn't see Sister Qiao clearly, but her back was slightly hunched. My erect penis, resting on two layers of cloth, pressed against her buttocks. It was rock hard, almost bursting. Time seemed to stand still for that moment. I went mad. For the first time, a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy whispered in a woman's ear: "Sister Qiao, I want to fuck you!"
As soon as I said those words, I snapped back to reality. The world seemed to crumble. In a blur, Sister Qiao straightened up and closed the door.
She muttered something like, "City kids know this so early." Then, in the darkness, she pulled me to the bedside and asked if I would tell anyone. I didn't say a word. I placed my hands on Qiao's breasts, the breasts I had dreamed of, and began to rub them through her clothes. After only a few rubs, Qiao was panting heavily, much more so than that time by the river. Her breasts, through her clothes, kept changing shape in my hands. She unbuttoned her clothes as she breathed heavily, and I, imitating the contents of the handwritten book, began to suck on them, very hard. Qiao was probably in a little pain at the time and told me to be gentler. I didn't know anything then, and I kissed Qiao's lips. I didn't know how to suck on my tongue, so Qiao took the initiative to suck on my tongue. Her saliva was all over my face. The only part of me that was clear-headed at that moment was that I wondered if I was dreaming.
As Sister Qiao's hand caressed my penis, I realized that a woman's most important part was down there. I followed her breasts down to her genitals. Sister Qiao had somehow already taken off her floral panties. I touched a tuft of hair, a warm, slightly wet patch of flesh—this was what they called a vulva in pornography. Back then, as a teenager, I didn't know how to use my hands to caress a woman's vulva; my fingers were just passionately exploring. As I touched her, Sister Qiao's breathing became heavier. Without her noticing, her fingers entered her vagina. The instant my finger entered, I heard a soft "Ah," a low sound, but I knew it was Sister Qiao's moan.
"Mmm, ah, mmm," Sister Qiao moaned involuntarily as my fingers moved in and out.
That vagina seemed bottomless, with what felt like bumpy clitoris inside. As I dug, more and more fluid appeared, and I could hear the sound of water.
"Xiao Zhi, Xiao Zhi, mmm, mmm, harder, harder, a little deeper," in the darkness, Sister Qiao spread her legs and called out to the boy who was more than ten years younger than her.
Suddenly, with a long nasal sound, Sister Qiao's body was lifted up by her legs, and the water below was especially hot and plentiful. Thinking about it now, Sister Qiao had an orgasm.
I paused. My hands started thrusting again, and Sister Qiao squeezed her legs together.
"Xiao Zhi, stop, I can't take it,"
"Fuck me, I want you to fuck me!"
Amidst Sister Qiao's panting, I was stunned, not yet understanding what it meant. I was pulled by Sister Qiao and was already lying on her full, soft body. My cock, which was already hard as a rock, pressed against the hairy, warm flesh.
I could feel that Sister Qiao's breasts had been deformed by my pressure.
Sister Qiao's hand, pinching my penis, slowly guided it into a wet hole. I knew this was the place I had just played with with my fingers; this was her vagina. God, I was finally going to fuck her.
Feeling my glans enter a warm place, I thrust in suddenly.
"Ah," Sister Qiao involuntarily wrapped her legs around my waist.
I imitated the instructions in the handwritten book, thrusting in and out while looking at Sister Qiao's white, tender breasts in the moonlight.
"Mmm, ah, mmm ah," Sister Qiao murmured in her sleep, moaning. Her hands kept groping my back, sometimes pressing on my buttocks.
"Xiao Zhi, slower, slower. Don't go so fast, slower. Mmm. Mmm."
I felt the water in that hole increasing, my penis felt like it was soaking in a hot water bottle, thrusting in and out quickly and effortlessly.
Slowly, I could clearly hear the "splashing" sound coming from Sister Qiao's vagina. Although it was very soft, I still knew it was a very lewd sound.
I hugged Qiao's neck, not really knowing what position it was, but I knew it made it easier to thrust. My penis felt like a pile driver, relentlessly pounding downwards.
In my excitement, the sound of water and Qiao's moans fueled a fire within me, an urge to climax, and my movements became increasingly vigorous!
Qiao seemed to know I was about to ejaculate; her large buttocks writhed and twisted beneath me. Finally, amidst her movements, I ejaculated my first time inside her.
I lay on top of her, panting, my penis slowly sliding out of her vagina, which was already somewhat numb. Qiao seemed very satisfied. I remember her saying I was really good, but I don't remember what she said after that.
I remember leaving on the third day, I think. I can't quite describe the feeling. I had a persistent feeling that others would find out about my affair with Qiao. I felt incredibly ashamed.
I still go back to my maternal grandfather's house to visit occasionally, but the chances of running into Aunt Qiao are slim. She and her husband both work away from home and rarely come back, maybe once a year. Even when they do come back, we don't see each other. Just once, I ran into her with a child. She'd gotten fairer and a little plumper, but she still looked the same. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, she smiled, and said I looked more mature and handsome. I complimented her on how beautiful she'd become, and there was no awkwardness between us. That's the best, don't you guys think?

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