I slept with my mom's best friend.

It's already March, but the air still carries a chill. Early spring on the Sierra Leonean steppe is still quite cold. After a gust of cold wind, the sun hides behind dark clouds, and my mood, like the weather, is shrouded in gloom.

A recent failed marriage has left me physically and mentally exhausted and filled with a sense of defeat. Perhaps to escape the hustle and bustle of the city and dispel my troubled mind, or perhaps because I heard a call from afar, I've returned to this remote steppe. I'm strolling in the wilderness behind my house, watching herds of cattle leisurely grazing on the tender grass, while a cowboy brandishes his whip, driving the livestock away into the distance. This familiar scene before me seemed to transport my heart back to more than thirty years ago.

My name is Baker Woodsman, and I am 53 years old. I was born in Kansas City, Missouri, in 1952, a well-known city in the American Midwest. When I was eleven, my family moved from the city to the countryside. My mother's newest friend was the owner of a nearby farm.

She was a few years younger than my mother and had three daughters; the eldest was a year older than me, and the other two were a year and three years younger than me, respectively. In the early years, I often rode bicycles with her three daughters or played other children's games. We often played various roles from "The Wizard of Oz," searching for the great wizard Oswald. Her three daughters took turns playing Dorothy and the witch, while I was destined to play the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly Lion.

But time passed, and when I was seventeen, their mother, Shirley, entered my heart.

Shirley was a woman with dyed blonde hair, with half an inch of black roots always showing. Later, I realized that image was very alluring. Due to working on the farm, she had a very well-proportioned figure and well-developed muscles. Her voice was deep and slightly hoarse, and her laughter was like a gentle breeze sweeping through an empty valley.

I began to pay more attention to her, noticing her every smile and gesture. From a very young age, I was drawn to the thick body hair on her arms. I had never seen a woman with so much soft hair. When the first summer arrived, I discovered that she also had the same short, soft, light-colored hair on her legs.

One day, she and her daughter came to our garden to help pick green beans. She was wearing a very fashionable tank top at the time, my favorite kind of women's clothing. When she stopped and brushed her hair from her cheek, I noticed that she also had thick brown armpit hair.

Her yellow tank top was soaked with sweat, and I could clearly see the outline of her large, dark nipples and armpit hair—a sight that immediately aroused me.

I turned and left, frantically picking green beans to avoid being seen in this embarrassing situation by my mother, Shirley, and her daughter. But at the same time, I couldn't help but steal glances at Shirley.

When we stopped and sat down to rest in the shade, Shirley and my mother both lit cigarettes.

I used to hate smoking, but now, standing next to smokers, I suddenly found Shirley's smoking style incredibly sexy. I noticed that with each puff, a long wisp of smoke slowly exhaled from her nose.

She tilted her head back, gently closing her eyes, seemingly savoring every puff of smoke, and each time she inhaled deeply, greedily absorbing it.

My infatuation with Shirley continued for the next four years. I noticed that in the summer she usually wore shorts and a tank top, then a short-sleeved blouse. Her breasts weren't particularly large; I later learned she should have worn a B-cup bra. However, her areolas were large and dark brown, and her nipples were prominent and often erect. When I was nineteen, I was completely obsessed with her. She became my primary object of masturbation, my goddess.

Then something happened that deeply shocked me. One summer when I was nineteen, my father happened to be out. Late that night, I was suddenly awakened by a rapid knocking on the door. I heard my mother come down the stairs to open the door, followed by a cry of "Oh, God!"

I could faintly hear a woman crying downstairs. Curious, I got out of bed and walked from my room to the top of the stairs to peek out. I was stunned: I saw Shirley standing almost naked at the doorway. Her tank top was tattered and barely covered her breasts. Her lower body was bare, with no clothes on. She was very agitated and crying to her mother about something. I could see that her thighs, buttocks, and bare shoulders seemed to have many scars.

My mother took off her shirt and draped it over Shirley's shoulders, comforting her as she led her upstairs to her room. I heard her muttering as she walked, "That bastard..."

I sneaked back to my room so they wouldn't know I'd seen everything. Five minutes later, my mother came to my room and asked me to go downstairs to the kitchen to boil some water. I saw she was holding a bottle of medicine she'd just found. I opened my mouth to ask something, but my mother stopped me: "Just help me, don't ask anything, okay, Beck?"

"But..." I wanted to say something more, "Don't tell anyone what happened tonight. You didn't see anything, right?" I nodded. Yes

, I didn't see anything. I didn't see Shirley running to my house in the middle of the night, dressed in tattered clothes, nor did I see her exposed breasts, bare buttocks, or bright red bruises...

I boiled a basin of water and carried it upstairs. My mother opened the bedroom door and took the basin of water. Through the open door, I saw Shirley lying naked on the bed, her thighs spread apart. The bright red bruises on her thighs, buttocks, and back were clearly visible. I was stunned. At this moment, I heard my mother say to me, "Alright, Beck, this is none of your business. Forget everything that happened tonight and get a good night's sleep." My

head was throbbing as I walked back to my room. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Everything that had happened tonight had left me feeling terrified, yet also deeply excited. Driven by curiosity, I got out of bed and tiptoed back to my mother's door. Through the crack in the door, I saw my mother gently wiping Shirley's body with a towel soaked in hot water. "Oh God, that beast is inhuman!"

I saw my mother cursing as she wiped her buttocks and inner thighs with a towel. Sherry lay on the bed, moaning softly. Then my mother picked up a bottle of medicine, sprinkled it on her hand, and then spread Sherry's thighs apart, gently applying it to her buttocks and inner thighs. "Ohhhh..." Sherry moaned in pain.

"Oh my god, he actually... he actually... you... This is unbelievable, so shameless! So disgusting!

We should call the police right now, Shirley!"

I saw my mother trembling, her face flushed, her voice trembling with anger. She must have seen something horrible. "Oh, no, no... please, please don't tell anyone," I heard Shirley plead in a low voice. "Do you still want to forgive him?" my mother asked indignantly while applying medicine. "Oh, I brought this on myself," Shirley replied weakly.

"What exactly happened?" my mother asked.

A long silence followed before Shirley's weak, low voice finally broke the silence. Listening to their conversation deeply shocked me. Her husband, after drinking heavily, whipped her and had been sexually abusing her for years.

Because her daughter was growing up, she was considering divorce.

"He drank heavily again tonight and came home very late. I told him I wanted a divorce, and he got angry, dragged me to the warehouse, hung me up, and then whipped me severely… while he was whipping me, he kept calling me a whore… and asking if I had a lover…"

Shirley's voice came through the door, broken and intermittent. "How did you escape?" I heard my mother ask.

"He said if I brought up divorce again, he would strip me naked and drag me to the market to be displayed so that everyone in town could see. After he had vented his anger on me, he was probably tired. He said he needed to think carefully about how to deal with me, and then he left the warehouse. I took the opportunity to break free of the rope and escape..."

"Oh God, poor Shirley..." I heard my mother sigh. The sound faded away as I returned to my room, feeling dizzy and disoriented, and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Shirley's husband came to my house. He claimed he was drunk and didn't know what he had done, and begged Shirley to forgive him. In the end, Shirley went with her husband because she said she couldn't leave her daughters.

The days that followed were peaceful and normal, as if nothing had happened that night. After a few days of rest, Shirley returned to work on the farm as usual and frequently visited my mother. But ever since that night, I couldn't find peace of mind. I always consciously or unconsciously avoided her. Sometimes, when she saw me, there was even a hint of embarrassment in her eyes. I think she must know what I saw that night.

One day, she came to my house and told my mother that her husband was showing calves at the state fair in Cederia, Missouri, with their daughter, but she wasn't going. She was staying to take care of the farm.

My mother called me over. She said Shirley wanted to ask me something. I walked over nervously, while Shirley seemed quite at ease, asking if I would like to help her at the farm next week. My mouth went dry, my palms sweated, and I tried my best to suppress my excitement as I gave an affirmative answer.

"I think you should earn some pocket money, right, baby?"

As Shirley said this, I saw a strange glint flash in her beautiful eyes. When I arrived at seven in the morning, Shirley was waiting for me at the gate. She was wearing an old white tank top and white shorts. Her pretty, dark brown face and radiant smile made me feel like the luckiest person on the planet. She told me that her husband had already unloaded several hay bales on the barn floor, and there were two other fully loaded trailers outside the barn; we were going to stack them all up today.

She carried a water bottle, a lighter, and cigarettes, and quickly handed me the water bottle, which we carried together. She smiled at me and led me to the barn. On the way, she told me how grateful she was that I could come and help her and keep her company.

We spent the whole morning hauling hay and stacking it. When we first stopped to rest, we were both drenched in sweat. Shirley and I sat down on the hay bales, and she immediately lit a cigarette.

I took a deep drag and slowly exhaled a long puff of smoke, observing her so closely for the first time. I tried to control my gaze, not to stare at her, because I didn't want to have to maintain an erection all day.

Her white tank top was soaked with sweat, almost transparent. A gentle breeze blew by, and I saw her wet nipples harden, standing erect beneath the damp top.

I didn't realize how long I'd been staring at her until Shirley said, "I think I should change into something else."

I was caught red-handed, extremely embarrassed. To make matters worse, my pants suddenly bulged, and I blurted out, "No!"

I was startled by my own words!

A long silence followed. Shirley placed the cigarette to her lips and took a deep drag.

She pulled the cigarette from her mouth, and in the instant before inhaling, I saw a thick plume of white smoke.

She paused for a few seconds, then slowly exhaled a long, white stream of smoke towards me. She didn't say a word, and with each breath, several more plumes of smoke escaped from her nostrils. The woman before me was dirty, sweaty, disheveled, and her hair was matted with straw, yet she was the sexiest woman I had ever seen.

She said, "I think we should talk. I know you like to stare at me, and I don't think it's a big deal, but you're my best friend's son, so I think we should be careful." "

I mean, you're charming, I've always thought so," I stammered.

“Look,” she said, “I’m thirty-eight, twice your age. I’m not an attractive woman, even my own husband dislikes me. Wake up, Beck, why don’t you go find a girl your own age?”

“You are the most beautiful woman I know,” I stammered, “your husband is an idiot and a scoundrel. My father and I never liked him, he doesn’t deserve you at all, he’s a complete bastard.”

She gazed deeply at me, her hand trembling slightly as she brought the cigarette to her lips, taking several deep drags before slowly exhaling.

She said, "Thank you, I think you mean it."

"Yes, I like the way you treat people, and you're so kind and approachable, and you look so beautiful, incomparably so."

She actually blushed.

"Thank you, you've always been a special young man, but I think you noticed me because I'm a bit different. I don't shave my body hair, and I never wear a bra. Actually, you're too kind. You often peek at me; it's just love blindness. I'm also a little worried because I'm afraid your mother will notice, but then again..."

She hesitated for a moment, then took a long drag on her shrinking cigarette.

“I like it when you look at me, because it makes me happy to be looked at by a handsome guy like you.”

I was so surprised I couldn’t speak. I watched her stand up, walk to the barn door, stub out her cigarette, and throw it in the dirt. She came to my side, took my hand, and led me to the back attic door.

We sat on a scattered haystack, and she lit another cigarette.

I asked her, “Are you annoyed by me?”

“No, no, not at all… How could I be annoyed by you? You’re the first man in the last twenty years to have ever pleased me. I’m just a little worried and scared because you’re so young and… I’m so attracted to you.”

She put the cigarette to her lips again, took a deep drag, and began to exhale slowly. At that moment, I reached out and took her hand.

"I will always respect and admire you. You are so captivating. If I do anything wrong, please tell me and forgive me."

Then, to my surprise, I leaned forward and our lips lightly touched. She accepted my kiss, and we gradually explored each other's mouths with our lips and tongues. I've kissed and embraced several girls, but this was the most exciting thing I'd ever experienced.

My penis felt like it was about to burst through my jeans. Shirley's mouth tasted smoky and warm, and her tongue was soft and warm, gently exploring.

After a few minutes of kissing, she pulled away and immediately took a deep drag of her cigarette. Our eyes met, and as she exhaled half a puff of smoke, I couldn't wait any longer. I pressed my lips to hers, savoring the taste of tobacco and the fragrance of her lips. We gradually lay down side by side on the haystack.

She shifted her body slightly and asked me, "Are you really sure you want to do this with an old woman like me?"

"Yes, if you want to do this with a young guy like me, I'd love to."

She took another deep drag of her cigarette, walked to the window, and carefully extinguished it, making sure there were no embers in the haystack. She slowly exhaled, walked back to my side, raised her arm, stood in front of me, and then untied her tank top behind her neck.

Her thick brown armpit hair stood out even more against the light streaming in through the window. She removed the strap behind her neck and reached down to untie it, revealing her lovely breasts for the first time.

Her large areolas were a slightly reddish-brown, covered with wrinkled bumps, and her nipples, like thick corks, stood erect, a dark brown. I lifted myself up, touched her fragrant body, and took one nipple into my mouth, gently sucking, while my hand cupped her other breast. I finally tasted and touched her lovely breasts, which I had longed for for so long.

When my fingertips touched her armpit hair, she raised her arm to let me get closer, and I dug my fingers into those thick, sweaty armpit hairs, which I had dreamed of.

I continued to suckle her nipple, and she moaned; I felt her nipple grow larger in my mouth.

"Harder," she said, "harder, bite it, ohahaha..."

She slumped against me and pulled me to her lips, and we began kissing again, my hands continuing to grope her breasts and armpits. I felt her hand on my belt; she loosened it, unbuttoned my jeans, and ripped them off in one go, releasing my drooling, hard cock.

Next, she grabbed my t-shirt and ripped it off over my head, leaving me completely naked from head to toe.

When she touched my cock, I shuddered.

I placed my hands on her and said, "Stop, I can't hold back anymore, but I want to satisfy you properly."

She smiled and said, "I know you're going to cum very soon, that's good. I'll help you cum first, then we can relax and enjoy ourselves."

I lay on my back, and she smeared my pre-ejaculate and her saliva on her hands, slowly stroking my penis back and forth. At the same time, she began to tease my nipples with the tip of her tongue. No one had ever done this to me before, and it felt incredibly wonderful. I felt my nipples were as hard as hers. Her hands stroked my penis up and down, and it was the most wonderful feeling of my young life.

One of her hands cupped my testicles, gently stroking them, while the other hand continued to slide across my hard penis. Each time she stroked upwards, she rubbed the head of my penis with her thumb, giving me more pleasure than I could have imagined… The stimulation of her tongue on my nipples and the smooth caressing of my penis by her hands were unbearable. I told her I was going to ejaculate.

She said, “Come on, I want to see you fill my mouth and my vagina with your own eyes, I want to feel your wild ejaculation!”

She increased the speed of her thrusting on my penis and quickened the licking of her tongue on my nipples. I felt my orgasm begin. Spurts of semen shot into the air, covering my stomach and her hands.

When I had calmed down, she quickly took my penis into her mouth, sucking the remaining semen, prolonging my orgasm for a few more minutes.

I lay in the haystack, sweaty, burning, and itchy, a feeling of utter satisfaction, simply blissful. She continued to caress my now limp penis, while reaching for a cigarette and lighter.

She put the white cigarette in her mouth, lit it with one hand, and continued to stroke my wet, limp penis with the other.

"That was so much fun," she said. "Let's do it again later, let's have a good time and enjoy ourselves!" Shirley and I lay in the dusty, messy haystack. I was regaining my strength. She calmly smoked a cigarette with one hand and stroked my limp penis with the other. Then, she rolled over and kissed me, her lips brushing against mine. We shared a gentle kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. When we finally parted from our entanglement, my penis was already half-erect.

Shirley looked down at me, smiled, and shook her head.

"I'd forgotten how quickly young people recover. Let's take a shower before bed,"

she said, taking my hand and leading me towards the barn door. She suddenly stopped, looking at the dirty, wet tank top in her hand, and said, "Maybe you should give me your t-shirt, just in case someone drives by."

I quickly put the t-shirt on her, and we walked hand-in-hand towards the house. She went into the kitchen and filled two large glasses with water. We stood there, gulping down our drinks, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Her breasts were clearly visible beneath my wet t-shirt, and in the cool kitchen, her nipples stood out like raised peaks against my clothes.

She said, "I know this is illogical, maybe the biggest mistake of my life."

We continued to gaze at each other, and I leaned in to kiss her. It was another long, tender, passionate kiss, seemingly lasting forever. Her lips and tongue were cooled by the water. My hand slowly slipped under my t-shirt, gently cupping her warm breasts. I lightly pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, feeling my penis harden again.

She interrupted the kiss, saying, "If we want to continue, let's take a shower first, and then we'll do it."

She took my hand again, leading me up a flight of stairs, through a spacious bedroom with a huge four-poster bed.

We passed the bed and entered a bathroom, much larger than modern bathrooms; it was probably used for other purposes on the farm before the plumbing was installed. Shirley stood facing me and began to undress, first pulling my wet t-shirt off her head and throwing it on the floor. Then she pulled down her shorts and kicked them off, standing there in old-fashioned cotton underwear.

To me, she looked like a Greek goddess, I told her. She laughed and then made me take off my clothes. Turning around, she went to the sink and started brushing her teeth. I took off my tennis shoes, then my jeans and underwear. She brushed her teeth carefully. I pressed myself against her from behind and inserted my hard penis between her thighs. At that moment, she was rinsing her mouth with green mouthwash and then spitting it into the sink.

She turned around and kissed me again. I was once again lost in this tender and affectionate kiss, every cell in my body felt warm. This kiss lasted for several minutes, my penis nestled comfortably in her thick pubic hair. My hands gently caressed her back and shoulders, and unconsciously, my left fingertips lightly stroked the back of her neck. Her tongue lightly brushed against my lips, and I longed to possess her body immediately. But I didn't want to ruin this beautiful kiss, and neither did she.

Finally, she took a step back, looked at me affectionately, and said, "I think you want to do it again. Let's take a shower together; I smell terrible."

Shirley took my hand again and stepped into the old-fashioned bathtub.

I followed closely behind, casually pulling up the plastic shower curtain. She turned on the tap, and once the water was hot, she turned on the showerhead. The hot water felt wonderful. We began washing each other's bodies. Washing this beautiful woman's body was a novel experience. I lathered my hands with soap and gently washed her cheeks, carefully avoiding getting soap suds in her eyes.

Then I moved down her body, lathering her back with soap. I spent more time on her breasts. I lathered my hands with soap again and began groping to wash her lower body. I happily washed her surprisingly full buttocks, then carefully lathered her pubic hair and the cleft between her thighs. She didn't want me to linger there too long, so finally I knelt down and washed her legs and feet.

The soft hair on her legs was dizzying, and I was surprised to find that it excited me even more. I knelt before her, her hands on my shoulders, my face inches from her thick, semi-brown pubic hair, which formed a narrow patch of grass that stretched down to her navel. There, soft, golden down surrounded her dark brown navel.

I had heard of pubic licking, but had never done it. On impulse, I moved closer and buried my face in her thick pubic hair, kissing her labia. I thought I would be pushed away, but as I explored with my lips and tasted her moist, musky flavor with my tongue, she held my head tightly. I pushed my tongue as deep as possible along the cleft of her flesh.

She shuddered, and as I reached the top, I found a hard clitoris. I licked it, circling it with my tongue. At that time, I knew absolutely nothing about clitoris, but in the next few hours, I would learn everything from this wonderful 38-year-old woman.

I continued to move my tongue up and down on her labia, going in and out deeply. Each time I reached the top, she trembled even more violently. Finally, as I licked her hard clitoris, Shirley gripped my head tightly with both hands.

I continued licking her with my tongue, and she began to moan and scream, her whole body trembling. Finally, she went limp. I put my arms around her back and gently placed her in the bathtub. I leaned over and brought my lips close to hers, kissing her. She shamelessly tasted the erotic fluid flowing from her vagina into my mouth. She was still panting heavily, and we continued kissing.

She was, after all, a very pragmatic female farmer, and said, "We have to finish washing before the hot water dries out."

We stood up, and she quickly began to bathe me. Then we washed each other's hair. The water did indeed warm up, and it got cold when we finished. I looked at her body, and the cold water gave me goosebumps. Her areolas had turned a deep brownish-red, wrinkled, and had many protrusions. Her nipples were erect, like a shrunken penis. The cold water had the same effect on my body.

My nipples were like hard buds, and she mischievously pinched them. My penis shrank back, and my testicles tightened. We dried each other off, then rushed into the bedroom and burrowed under the sheets, huddling together for warmth.

A few minutes later, we started caressing each other with our noses, then kissed. After several long, passionate kisses, she said, "What you did to me in the shower was amazing. It's the first time anyone's ever put their mouth there. Where did you learn to do that?"

"I didn't learn," I replied.

"I just wanted to do this, and I'm glad you like it. Has your husband never done that to you?"

"No, he makes me suck his cock so he can ejaculate in my mouth, but he's never done anything like that to me. He's not a good person, and we shouldn't talk about him now." We started kissing and caressing each other again, and soon I got hard again, I wanted it again. Because of the warmth of the blanket, I could smell her salty, lustful scent again, and I wanted to enter her body, I longed for it so much.

Perhaps sensing how eager I was, Shirley took the initiative again. "We've been busy all day, lie down and relax."

Shirley kissed my body, and when she reached my hard penis, she began to lick the glans and stroke it with her hand. Although I had ejaculated less than an hour earlier, I was on the verge of orgasm again within seconds.

Shirley then put the head of my penis in her mouth and began to tease it with her tongue while gently thrusting it in and out with her hands.

Playing with my testicles, I soon felt the urge to ejaculate, and I had to hold back.

She gradually pushed my penis deeper into her mouth, and I felt the head of my penis slowly slide over her palate and into her throat. Her lips enveloped the base of my penis, and as she slowly withdrew, her breath blew onto my pubic hair. I felt this was amazing, wondering how she did it without suffocating. Her amazing hands worked in tandem with her mouth, and my penis remained in her warmth and care.

I realized I was approaching orgasm, so I placed my hands on her head and shouted, "I'm going to cum."

Shirley increased the speed of her thrusting and sucking, and after several times, I began to ejaculate into her mouth. She didn't panic. Later, I was puzzled as I shot spurt after spurt of semen into her mouth and throat. How she avoided suffocation... After a long while, I stopped ejaculating.

She continued to thrust her mouth into my penis without stopping, until my penis began to soften and shrink.

She looked up at me and smiled. I leaned in and kissed her deeply, tasting the semen in her mouth without any remorse. We nestled together, and I gently caressed her breasts and kissed her lips.

"I want to make love to you," I said.

She smiled and said, "We have plenty of time to do this. I want you to relax. I want this first time to last and be unforgettable."

She lay back, placing one hand on the pillow. I had forgotten my obsession with her body hair, but seeing the long, brown armpit hair again reminded me. I reached in and ran my fingertips through it. She smiled, and we continued kissing.

"Why don't you shave? I mean, it's nice, but I'm just wondering why all my mom's other friends shave, but you don't."

She laughed again and said, "I work so hard every day, shaving would take up so much time. It always seems to give me rashes and skin inflammation. You have to work sweating buckets with your armpits and thighs burning. Do you mind body hair?" " If you mind, I'll trim or shave it before we do anything more."

"No, actually I've always thought it makes you sexier. I guess you'll think I'm a little perverted, right?" "

Not at all. Sometimes I'm always surprised how many guys stare at me. They seem to get excited when they see my thighs and armpits. If you like that, I'm happy. Now I want to ask you a question. I refrain from smoking because I know you don't, and I know how awful my breath smells when I smoke. But would you mind if I had a cigarette now? I'll brush my teeth and rinse my mouth again afterward, but I'll feel more relaxed if I have a cigarette now." "

As the saying goes, even a blind cat sometimes catches a dead mouse. I was just thinking about how to please her when she told me how much she needed that thing. I reached for the cigarette case on the bedside table, took out a cigarette, put it between her lips, and lit it for her with a lighter. She took a few puffs to light it, then took a deep drag and inhaled.

Before she inhaled, I saw her mouth was full of thick white smoke. She held her breath and slowly exhaled a long plume of smoke, with some smoke still coming out of her lips and nostrils as she finished exhaling."

I leaned in and kissed her, my tongue teasing her once more, savoring the taste of her cigarette without any aversion. After our kiss, she took another long drag, and I began kissing her breasts, gently biting and sucking her hard, brown nipples, while my hands lightly played with her thick armpit hair.

Looking back now, it seems somewhat strange and absurd, but with Shirley, it seemed both appropriate and natural. (IV)

I want to thank everyone who took the time to read my story and respond to me.

This story comes from my memory, and it's 90% true. I don't remember our exact conversations; I'm just trying to describe what we might have said, and I'm sure my actual language is far worse than what's presented here. If you're wondering why this story is somewhat "unconventional,"

I can only say, "It's because it's always been this way."

Shirley influenced my entire life, and even today I have a deep appreciation for women with natural beauty.

What surprises me today is that while it's normal for a man to like a woman with shaved body hair, it's perverted for him to prefer her natural state. In the 1980s, veteran porn star Kay Pakker was famous for her thick pubic hair and sagging breasts, but nowadays, female celebrities are fashionable by shaving their body hair completely and getting breast implants.

This may be due to changing aesthetic standards over time, but I still stand by my own preferences, and I'm willing to discuss this issue with everyone. A lady from Arkansas responded enthusiastically to my first part and asked some personal questions, such as why Shirley would be attracted to an immature boy instead of having an affair with a mature man? I'm willing to have a private, heart-to-heart talk with you about these questions.

Thank you again for reading.

Shirley didn't seem bothered at all by me sucking on her large, brown nipples. I later learned that other women didn't seem to like having their nipples played with too much, as they were easily hurt and painful, but Shirley always seemed to enjoy it and never pushed me away.

She lay there enjoying my playing with her breasts, occasionally letting out a few moans and rubbing my hair with her hands. I gazed at her cheeks, which were tanned and covered with a few fine golden hairs. I gently licked her hard nipples with my tongue, immersed in this emotionally charged sexual play.

She was 38 years old, with fine wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. I gently kissed her breasts and lips, her teeth clenched as she endured the pain. She slowly inhaled her cigarette, each puff lasting several seconds, then paused briefly before inhaling deeply into her lungs, a thick cloud of white smoke filling her mouth.

Afterward, she would exhale very slowly towards the ceiling, as if reluctant to leave.

As she exhaled, the smoke from her nose mingled with the smoke from her lips. Those fragrant lips enticed me to kiss them passionately again and again, and she seemed to enjoy it.

Finally, she finished her cigarette, took one last deep drag, and reached for the bedside table to extinguish it. Then she lay back on the pillow, and I leaned in to deeply suck on her tongue. I never smoke, but when I kissed her, the smell of smoke on her breath didn't bother me at all.

Passion overcame my previous aversion to tobacco. I kissed her from her fragrant lips down to her erect nipples, while my fingers continued to play with her armpit hair.

On impulse, I moved my lips from her breasts to her armpit, burying my nose and lips deep in the thick armpit hair. I slipped my tongue into her armpit hair, and she gasped, but didn't push me away.

Since we had already showered, her body odor was very light, only slightly salty from sweat, and this action, which I had initially found disgusting, made my limp penis hard again. She seemed to enjoy the playful touch on her armpits, so I pressed her other arm over her head while stroking her armpit hair with my tongue.

My fingers wandered to her thick vulva, cupping and massaging her entire mons pubis. She took a deep breath, arching her back, and one of my fingers slipped inside, touching the overflowing, slippery wetness. My index finger didn't go in very deep before the tip touched the inner walls of her vulva.

Her breathing quickened, and I remembered how much she used to enjoy my tongue licking her clitoris, so I rubbed and gently touched it with my thumb.

She gasped, "Gently, baby, that part of a woman's body is very sensitive."

My sudden inspiration yielded an unexpected reward. I had felt a little nervous when I ejaculated, but now I was completely calm. Shirley's right hand groped for my penis again; it was fully erect.

She began to gently stroke it and smear pre-ejaculate around the glans. I continued to thrust my fingers in and out of her wet vagina, then put her large, dark nipples into my mouth again, gently sucking and teasing them with my tongue.

Shirley's breathing became heavy, and she arched her back again; it seemed her orgasm was approaching.

I began to rub her wet clitoris with my thumb with slightly more force. She whimpered and moaned, and as I thrust faster and faster with my hand, she arched her back and moved rapidly. I was amazed that her orgasm lasted so long, and from then on, I held women who could ejaculate for a long time and have multiple orgasms in the highest esteem for the rest of my life, like the Mississippi River, flowing endlessly.

I could feel her hands trembling violently for several minutes before she let out a high-pitched scream and climaxed. I looked down and saw that her pubic hair was soaked, and my palms and fingers were wet with her slippery vaginal fluid from my fingers inside her.

Shirley's face was contorted in the throes of orgasm, but after relaxing, she smiled at me. I touched her lips to mine, and we shared a deep, tender kiss.

"Thank you," she said. "That was amazing!"

Shirley reached for a cigarette in the bedside table. I took the lighter from her hand—an old Zippo lighter that she seemed to always have with her.

I lit the cigarette for her, and her first puff was exceptionally long. As she began her usual long, drawn-out ejaculation, I placed my hands, dripping with her juices, on her breasts and began rubbing her nipples with fluid.

"Gently, they're still very sensitive and aroused," she said. I gently smeared the fluid on her nipples, making them look glistening and shiny.

She seemed delighted by my childish game. I leaned against her, gently cleaning them with my tongue. She smiled at me, continuing to gently caress my saliva-drenched penis.

I licked her erect nipples, watching her smile, then put my fingers, dripping with pre-ejaculate, into my mouth, sucking and cleaning them.

"Mmmmmm," she said. "It tastes good, salty and sweet." To me, what we were doing seemed incredibly filthy, but I was extremely excited. I couldn't help but kiss her, our tongues sharing the taste of each other's love juices. I was eager to insert my penis into her body, becoming very impatient.

From the way I was thrusting lustfully into her honey pot, she sensed my urgency. Shirley took a deep drag on her cigarette and then put the butt in the ashtray.

She slowly exhaled smoke rings, while pulling me over to lie on top of her, reaching down to guide me inside.

She was a wonderful first love, like a sex mentor. She patiently told me, "Go slowly at first, darling. If you ejaculate quickly, just enjoy it, it's okay, because this is your first time." "

Shirley guided my hard penis to her vagina. She let her pubic hair rub against the head of my penis, then against her labia. When she rubbed the top of her labia and played around with her clitoris a few times, she trembled again.

Then she grasped my penis and aimed it at her vulva, and I easily inserted the head inside. It was warm and wet inside, indescribably wonderful. I had never felt so good. I tried my best to control the urge to thrust hard, slowly sliding in an inch, while using my stiff arms to support my body as I leaned over her.

Shirley smiled at me, while rubbing her hands against my chest."

I slid in another inch, enjoying the warm, moist feeling, slowly entering her body.

Finally, I slowly and completely inserted my penis, feeling our pubic bones rubbing against each other, our pubic hair intertwined. All the sensations were so intense and wonderful; at that moment, I realized I was no longer a virgin. I slowly withdrew again, savoring every feeling and the warmth I had lost.

I began to enter Shirley's body a second time; she continued to rub my chest and began to play with my nipples. She later told me that she had expected my first sexual experience to be violent and rough, but my self-control surprised her. Like a child enjoying his first ice cream cone, I wanted to savor the taste, not wolf it down.

I inserted my penis all the way in again, then paused, pressing it against Shirley's belly, enjoying the feeling and heat. Then I slowly pulled back, then quickly thrust in again, manipulating her with an alternating rhythm of fast and slow, feeling that this pleasure was the most wonderful thing in the world.

Shirley lifted her buttocks and thrust forcefully to meet my movements. I felt my penis grow thicker, and her vaginal walls seemed to be massaging it. At this rate, I probably wouldn't last much longer. However, I had already ejaculated twice in the past two hours, which gave me some stamina. As I thrust in and out of her hot, hairy vagina, Shirley's smile gradually faded. While I was fucking her, she pinched my nipples with her fingers and thumb, lightly flicking and playing with them.

Shirley's breathing became heavy, and her breasts turned a mottled pink. She screamed and moaned again, and I began to penetrate her even faster.

I leaned down and kissed her. This time, our tongues weren't so gentle as they wanted to intertwine. My penis was like a piston, moving back and forth inside her vagina.

Shirley's moans grew louder, and she began to shake violently beneath me, welcoming each deep thrust with her body. As she climaxed, I lifted myself from the passionate kiss, her fingers pinching and twisting my nipples.

Shirley let out a series of high-pitched screams of "Ooh ooh ooh..." and I felt my own climax approaching. I began to thrust wildly, desperately penetrating deeper, slamming into Shirley, feeling her heat spreading to my penis, through my testicles, and into my entire body.

I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, pouring my semen into her gushing vagina while continuing to thrust wildly. Feeling the hot semen pouring into her vagina, Shirley cried out loudly, pulling and twisting my nipples, a string of vulgar, rustic swear words escaping her lips. Those filthy words repeated endlessly in her mouth, assaulting my eardrums. At that moment, she was like a notorious shrew from the countryside, which both surprised and excited me.

As my climax gradually subsided, I continued thrusting, not wanting the feeling to end, then gradually slowed down, pumping slowly as I had at the beginning.

I looked down at Shirley. Her face was flushed like spring water, her eyes brimming with tears, which streamed down to her ears. She was sobbing softly.

I kissed her lips and asked, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

With tears still in her eyes, she trembled and moaned, "Damn it... little cock cowboy, it feels so good!"

I lay on top of Shirley, supporting most of my weight with my arms, leaving my penis deep inside her. I felt my penis gradually shrink, enjoying the sensation. At that moment, my sensitive glans slipped out of her vagina. We lay there, embracing each other, our lips lightly touching, holding each other even tighter.

When my penis finally slid out of Shirley's body, I moved to her side, and we lay facing each other, embracing tightly.

I was incredibly excited and filled with gratitude. I thanked her, telling her it was the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced. I remember her laughing at me, telling me that it was her happiness too.

For the next hour, we lay there embracing each other. We talked, kissed, and caressed each other gently, both feeling some pain and exhaustion.

After resting for a while, I suddenly worried that Shirley might be pregnant. Perhaps because our relationship had become closer after sleeping together, she started speaking to me without restraint, swearing and profanity flowing freely. She assured me, using the slang unique to peasant women, that she had already been "slept with" and that she wouldn't be affected no matter how much she was fucked.

She picked up a Zippo lighter, lit a cigarette, lay on the bed, puffing out smoke and enjoying the smell of tobacco. She confessed that she had deliberately seduced me into bed with her. As she exhaled smoke rings, she proudly told me that when she asked me to come to the farm to help, she had planned everything. She had long anticipated that I would fall into her arms like a lustful cat stealing fish, but she hadn't expected me to be even bolder and more outstanding than she had imagined. At first, she was worried that her seduction of me would hurt my fragile nineteen-year-old heart.

She continued to praise my skills, saying I had done a great job fucking her. As she spoke, she spread her legs and reached out to scratch the thick pubic hair around her vulva, which was already a mess, overflowing with vaginal fluid and semen. She was surprised that I had ejaculated so much semen.

Watching this old woman, spewing clouds of semen, swearing, and reeking of stench, shamelessly scratching her private parts, was completely different from the elegant, generous, and kind Shirley I remembered. Yet, I was deeply infatuated with this old woman. Even the way she held a cigarette in her mouth, raised her arms, and scratched her armpits was incredibly sexy.

Perhaps because I had a great time with her, she was very talkative that day, chattering on and on. She said she really wanted to know when I started liking her, and I told her it was when I was fifteen. She was so shocked she almost choked on the cigarette she was inhaling. "So you little rascal, you were already wanting to fuck me back then?!" Shirley was actually the kind of woman who was very good at using all sorts of vulgar and lewd language to arouse a man's sexual desire, but unfortunately, I didn't know how to appreciate it at the time.

Shirley and I had sex again that day, and that was how our first day together ended. My virginity was taken by Shirley.

Those were our best times, but good times are always short-lived. The tragedy of her later life was beyond my imagination; her violent husband and daughter will appear in the story later. (V)

It was almost nine o'clock when I got home that night. I was covered in sweat and my penis and testicles were throbbing. It was my happy nineteenth year, and I slept exceptionally well that night.

The next day, I arrived at the farm early and cheerfully. Shirley was there to greet me at the gate. Today I was going to mow a large patch of hay, and she was going to rake a patch of land that was close together and start irrigating the fields. She brought a water bottle and an old military bag full of sandwiches. We walked arm in arm to the garage where the tractor was parked. As soon as we entered, she turned me around, pressed my head close to her lips, and kissed me tenderly and passionately for several minutes.

As we kissed, I smelled tobacco and cinnamon on her breath. She pressed her thighs against me, causing me to painfully erect. Today she was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, the hem of which was open. I slipped my hands under the loose shirt, caressing her breasts and nipples.

After we finished kissing, she said, "I was planning to wait until lunchtime to have sex with you under the shade of a tree by the field, but I've changed my mind."

She looked down at my erect penis, which was bulging against my crotch like a damp tent—it was pre-ejaculate.

"Dating a young man feels so good. I think you should release your pent-up desire first, so you can last longer."

Shirley led me to a dimly lit area in the server room and knelt at my feet. She loosened my belt buckle, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down. My hard penis sprang out instantly. She quickly took the glans into her mouth, teasing and sucking it with her tongue, while holding my shaft with her hand. It felt amazing, and I worried I wouldn't last long.

She slid her lips deeper, soaking my entire penis, and then slowly pulled it out. After repeating this several times, she spat the purple glans out of her mouth with a "pop!" and looked up at me.

"Do you like it?" she asked, continuing to pump my wet penis in and out with her hand. I bent down and kissed her lips, we kissed gently, expressing our love with our tongues. Her mouth now had a salty, fishy taste, the result of the large amount of pre-ejaculate I had added. Finally, we separated from our passionate kiss, and she put my penis back into her mouth.

After a few slow swallows, she moved her mouth away. She said, "I like sucking your penis, I like touching it with my hand. Come on, shoot it into my mouth, let me taste what it's like."

Then she slowly put my penis into her mouth until the head of my penis was deep in her throat. I was about to ejaculate, and I desperately tried to please her. Shirley sensed it and started using her hands and mouth to work together, bobbing her head back and forth on my penis while stroking my testicles with her other hand.

I felt my semen rising, about to spurt out. I said, "I'm going to cum."

Sherry actually let out a low growl and started using her mouth to penetrate me faster, while her hands frantically masturbated me. The first wave of semen sprayed into her mouth, then she pulled my penis out of her mouth, continuing to thrust it against her face, letting the head of my penis scatter semen on her lips and cheeks. Then she put my penis back into her mouth, continuing to suck on the glans while thrusting with her hand until my orgasm passed. I almost collapsed.

"Wow, what a beautiful morning!" she said. "Do you like this? Did you dream about me last night? Did you fuck my cunt again in your dream?"

I realized that Shirley really loved to talk dirty and swear; she called it "seasoning." She seemed to really enjoy those "dirty words," and in the following days, she was constantly swearing.

I pulled Shirley up and kissed her, not caring that her mouth and lips were covered in semen. She kissed me deeply, her saliva mixed with the taste of semen. When we parted from our long kiss, she reverted to her role as a female farmer, directing me to start the tractor, attach the combine harvester, and then she went to another tractor, started it, and the harrow was already running. She attached the target drone and drove into the field.

We spent the entire morning cutting grass and plowing. At lunchtime, she told me to drive the tractors to a shady spot along the edge of the field. We both turned off the tractors, and suddenly, all was quiet.

I saw her spread an old military blanket on the ground. She turned to me, unbuttoned her shirt, and took it off, leaving it on the ground. Her shoes and jeans followed. She stood there naked, without underwear, her body completely bare, displaying her well-defined muscles like a Greek goddess statue. A sense of awe arose within me for this alluring, mature woman.

I began to undress, and she stood watching me. I haven't introduced myself in detail yet. I'm five feet ten inches tall (1.77 meters). I do manual labor regularly and have inherited my father's strong physique. I have a broad chest and shoulders, a firm back, no excess fat on my hips, and strong, powerful legs.

Shirley was a woman who had worked hard for many years; she had a well-proportioned and very athletic figure. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but I liked her large areolas and alluring nipples.

She said, "I want to give you a little something extra before dinner."

I stepped forward and threw myself into her arms, my penis already rock hard. I pulled her muscular body into my embrace and kissed her deeply, my penis finding its way to her paradise amidst her thick pubic hair. We kissed and fell onto the blanket, she holding me until I lay on my back. She straddled me, lifted herself up, and began to rub my penis against the glans with her pubic hair, her wet vulva moving back and forth over it.

"Damn it, I've been thinking about that all morning, my panties are soaking wet. I really want your big cock, hurry up and fuck me."

She put the head of my penis between her labia, slowly sat down, then raised her body, and then sat down even deeper. This felt amazing to me, and I hoped I could hold on and satisfy her. Every time she raised and lowered her body, she made me push my penis in even deeper, and soon I had my entire penis inside her cunt.

After sitting there slowly for a minute, Shirley began to moan deep in her throat. Then, with each deep thrust, she would slowly grind her pubic bone against me. Remembering what she had asked for yesterday, I reached out and pinched her nipples and areolas between my thumb and forefinger, and began to squeeze them. She moaned more ecstatically, and began to thrust deeply, the rhythm quickening.

I felt Shirley's whole body spasm and convulse; she repeatedly slammed her body against mine, brutally fucking me. Her moans, accompanied by whimpers and screams, grew increasingly high-pitched. I savored each thrust; I felt my climax approaching. She lowered herself further and further down, and I pinched her nipples harder and harder, simultaneously ejaculating my hot semen into her alluring cunt.

With each thrust, I was astonished to see a gush of vaginal fluid spurting from her cunt—a mixture of her juices and semen. Finally, she slumped against me, burying her face in the crook of my shoulder.

We lay there like that, panting heavily, for several minutes. Finally, she lifted herself up and pressed her lips to mine, and we kissed deeply and tenderly. We finally broke apart from our kiss, and she sat up, smiling at me.

"That was fucking amazing!" she said. "What did you think, baby?"

I swore to her I was absolutely blown away. So, she sat with her thighs pressed tightly against mine, my semi-erect penis inside her, and we started chatting. I'd never chatted like that before; this incredibly sensual way of talking was unforgettable.

She told me she thought what we'd done was outrageous, and that I might regret it later. After all, she was a 38-year-old farm woman, and I was too young, only 19. I was attracted to her because of my youthful curiosity. She assumed I'd get tired of her quickly and apologized for any resentment I might have.

I swore to her she was the most attractive woman I'd ever met and that sleeping with her was the best experience of my life.

Then she started talking about her husband and daughters. Talking about her family brought me back to harsh reality.

She felt my penis inside her begin to shrink, she laughed, and then pressed even tighter, keeping my penis inside her.

She told me her husband was an alcoholic who often abused her, saying he was mainly good to the daughters, especially the two older daughters who idolized their father. She told me that the farm was inherited from her family, and her husband had always resented it because he had no ownership rights. As a result, he rarely worked on the farm, instead working at a car factory in a nearby town.

I asked her if he disliked her youngest daughter, who had just turned sixteen. She said he was relatively lenient with her because she resembled her mother. That's when I learned that Maggie—that's what she called her youngest daughter—deeply admired her mother.

Maggie never shaved her armpits because her mother didn't. Shirley guessed she smoked, just like her mother.

Shirley said she didn't really approve of it and didn't intend to instill her own views in her youngest daughter in order to make her like her. She had told Maggie she didn't want her to smoke, but she knew she couldn't control her teenage daughter.

I asked her when she started smoking. She told me that her father had been smoking since she was very young, and she thought it smelled great. She said she admired her father. When she was thirteen, she started taking cigarettes from her father's cigarette case when her mother wasn't looking, and by fifteen she was buying her own.

As we talked about smoking, she bent down, picked up a cigarette and an old Zippo lighter, and explained that the lighter was the only thing her father had left her besides the farm. She then lit a cigarette.

She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, as usual. I suddenly realized how bizarre the scene was: she was sitting on me, telling me about her family troubles, while my penis, still inside this beautiful woman, remained.

I asked about her father. She said he died of cancer when she was fifteen. Her mother was a very weak and helpless woman who remarried a year later. Shirley told me that her stepfather hated everything related to her father, throwing away all his clothes and belongings, even selling his tools and hunting rifle. He said the farm was his, and Shirley and her sister had better "be obedient."

I was caressing Shirley's beautiful breasts. Despite the heat, her large, brown nipples were hardening, her areolas bulging and wrinkling, teasing me. She talked while playing with my nipples. When she finished one cigarette, she quickly lit another.

She said she had hidden her father's Zippo lighter and continued smoking despite her stepfather's warnings. I slipped a hand into the pubic hair under her arm. She paused, then took a deep drag, smiled at me, and slowly exhaled the smoke, asking curiously, "Do I look really good smoking?"

My penis immediately hardened, once again completely filling her vagina.

I lifted her up, letting her lie down, changing our position. I straddled her, our wet thighs pressed tightly together.

"Damn... couldn't you wait until I finished my cigarette?"

I didn't answer, but slowly pulled out my hard penis, then slowly put it back in. I slowly pulled it out again, almost out of her vagina, then slowly inserted it back into her. She took another deep drag of her cigarette.

"Do you really like me?" she asked.

I paused for a moment. "I love you. I love everything about you, from head to toe, every single hair on your body."

"I know you like fucking me, but I'm so much older than you, and I don't shave, and I'm a heavy smoker. You'll get tired of me soon enough."

She seemed a little sad. Surprisingly, my penis got even harder, now paused halfway through a thrust.

"Oh, you could quit smoking and shave. That might make you feel better,"

I told her, as I began another slow, deep thrust. At that moment, I really wanted to have a good time with her, but I knew she had something on her mind, and I genuinely cared about her.

"Do you really want me to do those things?"

"No need. I like your body hair. Every time I see your armpit hair and belly hair, it gets my blood pumping and my dick gets hard. It's been like this for years. I hate women who smoke, but you're sexy and alluring. I love the way you smoke, you know? Every time I see you smoking, I really want to fuck you."

I meant to say "make love," but I used her words instead.

Shirley laughed and said, "Okay then, fuck me."

She took a deep drag of her cigarette and started blowing smoke into my head. I started thrusting my penis into her vagina again. I looked down at my hard cock penetrating her bushy, pubic hair, my gaze lingering, following the spreading pubic hair upwards to the light hair around her navel, then up to her hard, dark nipples and hairy armpits. I realized I truly loved her furry body; later I understood it was because I truly loved her.

I continued thrusting in and out of her, while she smoked a cigarette. Having ejaculated earlier, I could now last longer—it felt wonderful. Shirley finally took a deep drag on her cigarette, as if trying to inhale the smoke all the way from her mouth to her vagina, then flicked the butt into the dirt beside the blanket.

I began kissing her, thrusting faster and faster. The smoke from her breath surrounded us, which, far from disturbing me, actually added to the ambiance.

Shirley began to moan again, responding to me, her moans turning into screams. Her breasts flushed, becoming a mottled red. During her orgasm, I thrust in and out dozens more times. Her continued orgasms, the sheer power of her vagina, once again astounded me, making my admiration for her not only like a raging river, but also like the overflowing Mississippi River, unstoppable.

I slowed my thrusting, preparing to climax, when she said, "Wait!"

I stopped, remaining motionless on top of her. She trembled beneath me for a while, then started playing with my nipples again, saying, "Your turn, baby, shoot, shoot hard! I want it, I want it..."

I began thrusting into her again, finding the slow, deep thrusts incredibly pleasurable. I pushed one of her arms over her head and began sucking on her nipple again, loving its hard, rubbery feel in my mouth. I continued thrusting in and out, licking one of her breasts as I lowered my head, burying my nose deep into her armpit hair. I loved that feeling, even though this sensual mature woman smelled strongly of sweat.

I increased my speed, pounding into her forcefully and deeply. With another orgasm, I heard her begin to moan and groan. I lifted myself up, offering up everything I had.

I felt myself starting to ejaculate inside her, until I finally gave in completely. I lay down next to her on the blanket.

We lay there embracing for a long time, kissing gently, gazing deeply into each other's eyes, caressing and kissing. All I wanted was to fall asleep in this beautiful, mature woman's arms. But once again, Shirley realistically suggested we eat. We sat naked, looking at each other as we ate our sandwiches, drinking glass after glass of water from the jug, our sweaty bodies absorbing the moisture.

Finally, we got dressed, and the rest of the day was spent on the tractor. I cut the hay, and soon we were baling the hay on two farm wagons; she operated the tractor and the baler, and I stacked the hay.

I know ending the day like this doesn't seem very romantic or glamorous, but it really happened. That evening, after dusk, before I went home, we kissed, I caressed her breasts, and Shirley masturbated me again. I was in pain and sensitive, and it didn't take long for me to ejaculate, releasing a small stream of semen onto the back of her hand. I think I was finally drained.

The next part of the story is something I hesitate to tell; there are many stories but few about sex, yet it led to another wonderful sexual experience. The next part includes the harsh punishment Shirley received as a child, including her daughter discovering Shirley and my secret.

Your responses and comments are very welcome. I hope you remember that most of this story is true; only the dialogue is fabricated because I can't recall it. I'm also very interested in any criticisms and opinions from women who have had similar experiences. After my true story ends, I will try some fictional stories. (VI)

The next morning, I woke up early before the alarm rang. My penis and testicles were throbbing, and I couldn't wait to get back to Shirley and vent my lust. When I arrived at her farm, she sneaked out of the house. I pulled her into my arms, and she whispered, "Don't do that. Come with me to the barn. We need to talk."

We went to the barn, and she told me that late last night, her little daughter and a neighboring farmer rode home from the market on horseback. She had a big fight with her father and was forced to come back. My heart sank. Shirley planned to have me help her for a week. The past two days had been like heaven, and I thought we could enjoy our lovemaking for the next five days. But now, we had a sixteen-year-old third wheel.

"Forget it, don't overthink it. Come on, come fuck me!"

Shirley pulled me to a dimly lit corner, pressed her lips to mine, and kissed me thirstily. Her breath smelled of coffee and tobacco, indicating that she hadn't brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth as usual that morning. We couldn't care less about that anymore. Our tongues began to tease each other, and my penis quickly became erect, fully erect. Shirley was wearing a tank top today, which I quickly lifted up and pulled off over her head. As I stripped myself naked, she deftly unbuttoned her jeans and kicked them aside.

I pushed Shirley against the wall, but she quickly said, "No, no, turn around."

We switched positions; I faced away from the wall, and Shirley faced it. Through the gaps in the wooden walls of the barn, she could see anyone walking into it. I lifted her up by her buttocks, and she guided my penis into her already soaking wet pussy.

"My old cunt's been practically ruined by you these past two days, but when I see this big cock, I still fucking want to shove it in!" she said as I lowered her body.

Standing sex isn't easy, but I was nineteen, and this seductive mature woman had me burning with an incredible, raging lust. I placed my hands on her pert buttocks, leaned against the wall, and lifted her buttocks as I moved my penis up and down. I desperately wanted to touch her breasts, but this position prevented me from doing so.

At that moment, her pussy was wrapped around my hard, aching cock, sliding up and down. Shirley had her hands behind her head, enjoying my ministrations. I took the opportunity to slip my nose into her sweaty armpits, inhaling her lewd scent.

She whispered, urging me, "Fuck faster, she'll be awake soon when I come to pick you up, she could come at any moment. Fuck me hard, I want to cum."

I quickened my pace, lifting her ass with each thrust, her entire weight pressing down on my cock, my shoulders and arms starting to ache. Soon, Shirley groaned and screamed; I knew she had cummed. Each time I put her down, I thrust my hips upwards to meet her. I felt my climax coming, and hot semen began to flow into her vagina. Shirley let out a high-pitched "Ohhhh!" low growl. I continued to fuck her in this painful position until we finished, and my penis finally went soft.

I put her on the ground, and she clung to me, kissing me passionately. After we finished kissing, she grabbed her clothes and hurriedly put them on, carefully straightening her attire and running her fingers through her disheveled hair. She said, "Be careful in front of my daughter, don't give anything away, that little devil is too clever for her wits." With that, she turned and hurriedly ran towards the house, leaving me alone in the barn. I was covered in sweat, panting heavily as I dressed, standing there in a daze.

Yesterday before dark, we brought in two large truckloads of hay. They were parked next to the hay loader, waiting to be unloaded. I started the tractor, connected the power output, and the slanted loader began to run. I started unloading the hay from the truck and transferring it to the loader. Since I was the only one working, I had to stop after unloading 15-20 bales, shut down the loader, and then climb onto the barn to stack the overflowing hay bales.

After stacking the hay bales a second time in the attic, I went outside to the tap, drank a good amount, and then poured water over my head. At that moment, I heard a girl's voice, and I was startled.

"Hey, what are you doing? I'm Shirley's daughter, Mackey."

This was the little girl who idolized her mother. I secretly vowed to be careful and not do anything to hurt their relationship.

"Hi, Maggie, I'm sweating buckets and exhausted, but otherwise I'm fine."

She laughed and said, "Only Mom calls me Maggie, everyone else calls me Mackey."

This little girl was really hard to deal with. I quickly apologized and explained that her mother had talked about her, which was why I made this mistake.

"That's good, you can call me Maggie too," she said. "I quite like it when you call me that."

It seemed like she was flirting with me, but I wasn't going to continue teasing her. I didn't want to take any risks with this sixteen-year-old girl. I looked up and glanced at her. Wow! I have to say, this girl had a really great figure.

Maggie was wearing a tight tank top, what my friends and I called a "revealing outfit"—it was very tight, exposing most of her skin. I noticed her breasts were well-developed, and her shoulders and abdomen were tanned. She was also wearing underwear that was so small it barely covered her upper thighs, and it was low-waisted, revealing her navel.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I made an excuse and started the loader and tractor to unload more hay. Maggie sat outside in the sun, brushing off the dust, looking at me. The noise from the tractor and loader was so loud we couldn't talk. After unloading 20 packages, I stopped the tractor, climbed up to the roof, and she followed behind.

"I thought you'd be at the market all week," I said. "

I was," she replied, "but my dad caught me doing something he didn't approve of, so he sent me home."

"Really? Did you rob an old lady or smash up a tavern?" I joked with her.

"No, he caught me smoking again. This is the third time. Now I'll be under his control for the whole summer."

I continued stacking hay, chatting idly with the young girl. At nineteen, I considered myself much more mature and experienced than her. Besides, my life experience had undergone a qualitative leap in the past few days. A week ago, she might have been very attractive to me, but now her mother had stolen my heart and bewitched me.

I climbed down after finishing my work, and she followed me like a shadow, nagging, "I think it might get worse. There are things worse than being controlled."

She walked to the barn door, reached for the crossbeam, and took down a pack of cigarettes—Marlboro brand. She also hid a box of matches inside cellophane.

"I think I should quit. You won't tell anyone if I smoke one, will you?"

I said it was none of my business. She lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and it was clear she was a heavy smoker. I noticed she exhaled slowly, like her mother, blowing a long, thick white plume of smoke upwards.

"Mom knows I smoke, but I don't think she'll tell Dad. She's making lunchboxes, and I'm going to help. I'll pack the hay with you today."

Great, I thought. This damn girl was planning to hang around us all day. Shirley and I would have to keep our distance. I was furious. I filled a large glass with water from the tap and went into the barn to drink it, racking my brains trying to get rid of Maggie and get her back into the house. But instead, she followed me in.

"When my mother was about my age, her stepfather caught her smoking and punished her right here in the barn."

She took a deep drag of her cigarette, slowly exhaling, waiting for my reaction.

"Really?" I said. "And then what happened?"

Shirley had told me yesterday about her father's death, and how her mother later remarried a real jerk. I remembered my father saying that guy was a worthless bastard.

Seeing that she had caught my attention, she seemed quite pleased with herself. "Oh, that guy was awful. He brought her here, tied her to the central pillar, and whipped her. One night last year, I made a mistake, and my dad was going to whip me on the back with a belt, but my mom stopped him. That night, in this barn, she told me everything."

"He whipped her? He really used a whip on her?" I was somewhat skeptical.

“Yes,” she said. “She said he often quotes the Bible, saying that sinners should be whipped.”

Maggie walked to the two thick pillars supporting the central beam of the barn, about eight to twelve feet apart, with large iron hooks attached to them. These hooks held the baler ropes used to tie the hay bales. After the hay bales were untied for feed, the tied ropes were left on the hooks; they could no longer be used on the baler, but many farmers found them useful for their farms.

Maggie reached out and grabbed the end of a long hemp rope hanging from a post, then walked to another post, grabbed a tangled ball of hemp rope hanging there, took a deep drag of her cigarette, stomped it out on the ground, and while exhaling smoke, wrapped the rope around her wrist, pulled it back, and raised her arm above her head. She stood there with her limbs outstretched, and I stared in disbelief, waiting for her to continue.

I had forgotten that Shirley had told me that Maggie didn't shave her armpits. I saw that her armpits were covered with thick, lush hair, even darker than her mother's. The long, black hair grew from her armpits, the dense thicket of hair in her armpits contrasting sharply with her smooth skin.

"He started by slapping her face repeatedly until she was unconscious. Then he ripped her shirt off her head and tied her between the two pillars like this. Next, he took a whip from the warehouse, stood in front of her, and told her how evil she was and that he wouldn't allow his daughter to smoke. He was also angry that she wasn't wearing a bra, calling her a whore and saying she was dressed provocatively and immorally. My mother said she was also very angry. She screamed at him, telling him that she wasn't his daughter and that he could do whatever he wanted with her." "

My mother said he went behind her and started whipping her. She said she felt like her back was on fire, and she said he kept cursing at her, saying how despicable and evil she was. " After he had been whipping her back for a long time, he went up to her and told her that he intended to whip her breasts as punishment for not wearing a bra. He lashed her breasts several times, and she nearly passed out. "

I couldn't believe what Maggie was telling me. This lovely young girl stood there with her limbs outstretched, recounting her mother's caning as if she were telling a story in a library. I noticed that as she spoke, her nipples hardened and stood erect, forming large bulges on her tight vest.

I found that her story, along with her posture, gave me a painful erection again.

I quickly turned around, started the tractor and loader, and excitedly got to work. I turned back and saw that Maggie had already left the barn." After I finished clearing the empty wagons nearby, I pulled another one in to unload. As I finished unloading the second wagon, I saw Shirley and Maggie come out of the house, carrying lunch and a large jug of cooled boiled water.

We spent the whole day cutting hay, bundling it, and hauling it into the barn. We exchanged a few words now and then. I noticed Maggie seemed to be watching me intently while I worked; that afternoon, when I took off my shirt, she stared at me wide-eyed. We carried the last bale of hay back to the barn. Shirley helped me unload while telling Maggie to prepare dinner, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I watched as Maggie actually went into the house, then turned and pulled Shirley into a tight embrace, kissing her passionately.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I told her.

We kissed for a long time, then unloaded the hay together, talking as we stacked the bales.

Shirley smiled at me. “Did you know Maggie has a crush on you?”

“Oh, come on, she’s just a little girl.”

I was startled and uneasy. I didn’t want a sixteen-year-old girl getting involved with me, especially since I was having an affair with her mother.

“She really likes you. You have to be careful. Maggie is just like me, very stubborn.”

I assured Shirley that she didn’t need to worry, that I would keep my distance from her daughter. She laughed and said she wasn’t worried, that she trusted me. Then I told her the story Maggie had told me about being whipped. Shirley hesitated for a moment, took a few breaths, and pulled me to sit on a hay bale near the door so we could see Maggie inside the house.

Shirley's face was somewhat gloomy. She told me it was true, and she didn't know how much Maggie had told me. She said Maggie didn't know the whole truth, and she recounted the whole story to me, including many details. Many parts shocked me.

"After he whipped my breasts, he went back to the kitchen, got a large bottle of liquor, uncorked it, and poured the whole bottle over me..."

Shirley lit a cigarette as she spoke. I caressed her face and neck, unbuttoned her shirt, and fondled her lovely breasts. She placed her free hand on my thigh.

"The alcohol burned so badly on my skin, I screamed, my whole body trembling violently. He seemed excited, he pounced on me and licked my body, from my breasts down to my thighs, even... even my inner thighs..."

Shirley's hands trembled slightly on my thighs, she seemed agitated. I caressed her cheeks and breasts, and I could imagine the scene: her stepfather was in this barn, frantically licking her alcohol-soaked, whip-marked body. What happened next seemed obvious.

"Yes... in the end... he raped me."

Shirley threw herself into my arms, crying, ending her story.

We sat there, embracing each other, on the straw mat. After a long while, we kissed passionately again. She took out my penis and started thrusting, while her other hand reached under my shirt and gently massaged my nipples. We continued kissing, and after a few minutes, I ejaculated a small amount of semen, which landed on her hands and wrists.

After my penis went soft, we continued kissing, and Shirley continued to caress my aching penis, our tongues rubbing against each other. After a few minutes of silence and kissing, Shirley seemed to have calmed down a lot, and she began to tell her story. As I listened, I touched her breasts.

She told me that her stepfather was incredibly skilled at whipping her; none of the welts on her body bled. She had expected to be beaten until her skin was torn and her buttocks were raw, but surprisingly, her skin remained unharmed and without scars. She then described the excruciating pain of the whipping on her breasts and the unbearable sting of the wounds from the strong liquor. Her stepfather treated her like a bitch, raping her while telling her that it was saving her evil soul.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked down. My penis hardened again, standing erect, and a large gush of pre-ejaculate spurted out.

"Damn... looks like my embarrassing story excites you."

I was so embarrassed I fidgeted, quickly apologizing to her, while my penis went soft. Shirley laughed and told me there was no need to apologize. She said that when she and her husband were newlyweds, she had told him the whole story, and every time she talked about it, her husband's libido would increase, and he would fuck her hard. Finally, she told me that her stepfather had whipped her countless times and sexually abused her for years until she left home at eighteen.

At this point, her face suddenly flushed slightly. She said that if I swore to keep it a secret, she would tell me a secret that even her husband didn't know.

I was flattered and swore I would never tell anyone. She hesitated for a moment, took a few leisurely puffs of her cigarette, and then said, "Don't misunderstand me. I hate my brutal stepfather and the pain he caused me, but every time he whipped me, my cunt would be soaking wet. A few times, after he whipped me, he didn't rape me, but sent me back to my room, and I would masturbate again and again."

She lowered her head, watching my penis swell even more in her hand. She said, "Mom, your cunt is so hard, you must think I'm a slut, right?!"

I quickly denied it, but my erect penis betrayed my extreme excitement. Shirley smiled and shook her head, then pondered for a moment and said, "I think that when a woman is whipped, it might excite not only many men, but also some women."

I told Shirley some things about myself. When I was eleven, I saw a sixteen-year-old girl next door being whipped by her parents for smoking at school. I had never had sex with a girl before. Later, I told her what I had seen, and I received my first kiss from a woman. I told Shirley that I always got incredibly excited and my penis would get hard when I saw women being whipped in movies or novels.

While we were chatting, Shirley kissed me again and again and started masturbating me.

She told me the story again, while pumping my penis, and told me more details about her being whipped, how her stepfather whipped her buttocks and thighs. To whip her, her stepfather even prepared more than a dozen whips of various kinds. When whipping her back, he used a long, thick whip; when whipping her breasts, he used a thinner, longer whip.

His favorite whip was used to whip her buttocks and vulva. It was thin, short, and exquisitely crafted; the grapefruit handle was worn shiny from frequent handling. He often hung it on the living room wall to show off his prized possession to visiting guests.

My penis began to thrust and pound wildly in her hand. She knew I was about to ejaculate, so she quickly knelt down at my feet, put my penis in her mouth, and began to masturbate me while sucking on the glans.

Despite having sex with Shirley multiple times over the past three days, this orgasm was exceptionally intense and lasted a long time. Shirley's tongue danced rapidly across my glans while her wet hands pumped my penis. After I ejaculated, she straightened up, and we kissed deeply. Then, as usual, she lit a cigarette, and with a cigarette dangling from her lips, we held each other tightly, without saying a word.

Just then, Maggie called out loudly from inside the house that dinner was ready.

As we parted, Shirley told me that she thought I was different, and I told her I loved her. She smiled, kissed me passionately, and then turned and left.

This chapter was difficult to write because, 33 years later, I still feel embarrassed that a story of a woman being whipped excites me so much. It was so in the past, and it is so now. Shirley's personal experience made me even more excited. I have never hurt a woman, nor have I ever thought of doing so, but even today, the sight of a woman being whipped still excites me.

I am sure that critics will burn me at the stake because of this, but I swear, I am telling the truth. (VII)

That night, I dragged my tired body home. My mother asked about the farm, and I just gave her a few simple answers before going upstairs to sleep. But my mother stopped me and said she wanted to talk to me about Shirley. This topic made me stop in my tracks.

My mother told me that I probably knew a little about how Shirley had run away from home covered in bruises that night. She hoped I wouldn't hold a grudge against Shirley because of it. She said Shirley was a pitiful woman, her marriage was a nightmare, and she had advised Shirley to divorce her bastard husband, but Shirley wanted to wait until Maggie turned eighteen.

I listened quietly, not understanding why my mother was telling me this. Then my mother told me that she and Shirley were very good friends and she really wanted to help her. She knew I had been working very hard on the farm these past two days, but she hoped I could help Shirley as much as possible.

I vowed that I would do my best to help Shirley. I wondered what my mother would think if she knew that Shirley and I had both tried to get into bed together; her poor son was practically drained by that woman.

My mother seemed very satisfied with my answer, praised me a few times, and then turned and left.

I remember lying in bed that night, unable to sleep. I kept thinking about Shirley and Maggie, and the wonderful sex we'd had over the past three days. I also thought about the story of her cruel punishment by her stepfather. I admit, even though those things really happened, I still found it hard to believe. Embarrassingly, I found that when I replayed the scene of Shirley being whipped and raped in my mind, my aching penis would get hard.

I don't know why Shirley would have an affair with a boy like me, who's about the same age as her daughter. All I know is that I'm nineteen, sexually active, and utterly infatuated with that beautiful woman, so I won't question her motives. The events of the past few days have completely changed my life. Four days ago, I was a virgin, and now I've fallen into an endless sea of lust.

I don't know what the future holds for Shirley and me, but being with her right now is the happiest thing.

The next morning, I overslept. The alarm rang for ages, and I didn't wake up until more than an hour late driving to the farm. We still had several days of work to do there. When I arrived at the farm, Shirley was already mowing another patch of grass. Since there was still hay to unload and stack from the wagon, I quickly got to work.

Shortly after I started the tractor and loader, Maggie appeared in the barn. She told me that after I finished here, she would come and help in the fields. I worked for over an hour, and she sat watching, trying to talk to me through the noisy roar of the tractor and loader.

I worked tirelessly, finally stopping to drink some water and catch my breath. When I went outside to get some water, Maggie took out her pack of Marlboro cigarettes again and followed me.

Outside, she lit a cigarette, and I noticed that the way she smoked was exactly like her mother's.

Today, Maggie wore a tight-fitting tank top, even more revealing. Through the thin fabric, I could see what looked like a flower tattooed on her breasts. Even with her arms hanging at her sides, long armpit hair could be seen peeking out from her armpits. When she raised her arm to smoke, I could clearly see a dark, fuzzy clump there. She kept rambling on about the market, the farm, school, and everyday trivialities. Seeing Maggie's exposed figure, my penis involuntarily hardened.

Her expression suddenly turned serious.

"Do you like my mother?" she asked.

“Yes,” I said, “she’s an amazing woman.”

Maggie took a deep drag of her cigarette, exhaled, and sat down beside me. As she finished exhaling, smoke began to puff from her nostrils, just like her mother’s.

“Last night, when I went to prepare dinner, I went back to the barn and glanced inside. I saw you hugging and kissing my mother.”

I was stunned. We had been so careful, but she had still noticed. I panicked and didn’t even think of lying to her.

“I did kiss your mother, so what?” I asked her.

“Nothing much,” she said. “I just wanted you to understand that I saw it, and I already told my mother. We talked for a long time last night, all about you and this.”

I was silent for a long time. She continued smoking, then exhaled slowly like Shirley. I couldn’t hold back any longer and asked her, “What did your mother say?”

“She said she’s been living a miserable life for a long time, and you’ve made her happy. She said she knows it’s wrong, but she can’t control herself. She told me you’re a good guy, and she feels terrible. She thinks she seduced you. I want to know what you think of her?”

“Your mother is one of the most wonderful and extraordinary people I’ve ever met. I care about her, and I would never do anything to hurt her.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“I’m so glad you said that. I haven’t seen Mom so happy in a long time. I promise I won’t tell anyone about what happened between you two,” she said. “At first I was annoyed, but after talking to Mom, I think it’s not a big deal.”

I steadied myself. I didn't know how much she had seen, or what Shirley had said to her. I tentatively said, "Actually, there's nothing between your mother and me. I admit it, I have feelings for your mother. I know some of her tragic experiences and really want to help her."

Maggie exhaled smoke rings as she scrutinized me, making me completely flustered.

"Have you slept with my mother?" she suddenly asked. I was taken aback by her bluntness and stammered,

"What are you talking about... I..."

"I mean, have you slept with my mother?" she continued.

I laughed awkwardly, trying to hide my panic.

"What do you know, you little girl? Don't talk nonsense."

She seemed angry at my words. "Don't try to fool me. I'm not a child anymore. I know a lot about things between men and women!"

"Really?" I felt like I had regained control. "Who taught you that?"

She pointed to the barn. "Right here. I saw it with my own eyes!"

I was shocked, breaking out in a cold sweat. She seemed very pleased with my reaction.

"One late night, my mother came to your house looking very disheveled, right?"

I nodded. "Yes, I remember. Your mother seemed to have been beaten up; she was covered in bruises." I would never forget that night.

"But do you know what actually happened that night?" Maggie asked.

"I really want to know."

"Come with me, I'll tell you what happened that night."

Maggie took my hand and led me into the barn. We climbed onto a hay bale and sat down close together. We were so close that I could even smell her unique, fresh scent.

Maggie took a few puffs of her cigarette and began to tell me what had happened that night.

Late that night, when she got up to pee, she suddenly heard her parents arguing at the front door. She went to the window and saw her father standing drunk outside the house, arguing with her mother. Suddenly, he slapped her mother across the face. She saw them fight, her mother was knocked to the ground, and then her father dragged her into the barn.

She said she was terrified but also very curious, so she slipped out of the house and peered through the gaps in the barn fence.

She saw her mother tied between two pillars by her father, just like in the stories her mother had told her, only this time the executioner was her father. She saw her father take a horsewhip from the cupboard and lash her mother mercilessly, cursing her as he did so, calling her the most despicable woman in the world.

She saw that her mother's clothes were torn to shreds, leaving her in only a vest on her upper body and her bare buttocks.

She said her father was frantically whipping her mother's back and buttocks, which became red and swollen. She heard her mother pleading with him in hushed tones, but he ignored her completely. Finally, she saw her father throw the whip on the ground, walk behind her mother, pull out a thick penis, and then cup her mother's buttocks with both hands, holding her in place, as if to force that big thing into her mother's anus.

She saw her mother desperately twisting her body, resisting his violation. Finally, her father lifted her mother's buttocks, spread her thighs apart, and then inserted that big thing into her mother's urethra.

At this point, Maggie pointed to her inner thighs; her thin panties clung tightly to her inner thighs, and I could even see the outline of her vulva. My penis immediately became hard.

Maggie continued her narration with great emotion, seemingly very excited. She saw her father relentlessly having sex with her mother, almost driving her unconscious. She said that after finishing with her mother, her father seemed unsatisfied, saying that such punishment wasn't enough and that he was going to try something new, to punish her even more severely. Then he put on his pants, turned around, and left, whistling as he went.

After her father went into the house, she mustered her courage and ran into the barn, rescuing her mother from the pillar. Fearing that her deranged father might kill her mother, she decided to help her mother escape that night.

After Maggie finished recounting what had happened that night, she stared at my bulging crotch and asked if I also wanted to have sex with her mother like that night. I swore I would never do anything to hurt Shirley in my life. She said she believed me because I was a good person.

After Maggie finished speaking, she stood up and slowly walked out of the barn. I stood there, my mind blank.

I finished stacking the hay and rushed back to the pasture. Shirley had already cut a large patch of grass. When she saw me, she drove the tractor into the grove where we had made love. I followed her without saying a word. She took my hand and quietly led me behind some large trees.

"We need to talk," she said, sitting down on a log.

"I know, Maggie told me." I didn't know what else to say.

Shirley lit a cigarette and took a few puffs. I stood there, unsure what to say. Finally, she said, "We were so careless. Although she said she was happy for me, I think Maggie is actually very sad. But she promised me she wouldn't tell anyone our secret."

"How much does she know about us? I mean, what did she see?" I asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, she only saw us kissing. But Maggie may be young, but she's very shrewd. I think she's already guessed a bit."

"But she didn't actually see me have sex with you, right? If we're just more careful in the future, nothing will go wrong, right?" I had finally managed to get her, so of course I didn't want to let her go easily.

Shirley shook her head. "But I don't think so. She's already suspicious of us. Let's keep our distance for the next couple of days. I think we should put our relationship on hold."

Oh no! Is my "happy" time going to end like this? My nineteen-year-old desires have just been ignited, are they going to be extinguished? Although I was disappointed, I didn't want her to worry about it. I held her in my arms and told her how much I loved her, how much I cared about her, and that I would agree to whatever she wanted to do, as long as she was willing.

She smiled and gently kissed me. I touched her breasts again, but that was it. My little penis ultimately couldn't penetrate her vagina today. She gently pushed me away and went back to her tractor.

We worked diligently and quietly under the sun for the rest of the day. I ate very little at lunch, and I couldn't even bear to look at Shirley. We continued working until dusk. When we parted, Shirley apologized if I was sad and wished me goodnight.

I went home and, after a nearly sleepless night, quickly fell into a deep sleep.

It was already March, but the air was still chilly. Early spring on the Sierra Leonean steppe was still cold and lingering. After a gust of cold wind, the sun hid behind the clouds, and my mood, like the weather, was shrouded in gloom.

A recent failed marriage left me physically and mentally exhausted and filled with frustration. Perhaps to escape the hustle and bustle of the city and dispel my troubled mind, or perhaps because I heard a distant call from within, I returned to this remote prairie. Now, I stroll across the wilderness behind my house, watching herds of cattle leisurely grazing on the tender grass, a cowboy brandishing a long whip, driving the livestock away into the distance. This familiar scene seems to transport my heart back to more than thirty years ago.

My name is Beck Woodsman, and I am 53 years old. I was born in Kansas City, Missouri, in 1952, a well-known city in the American Midwest. When I was eleven, my family moved from the city to the countryside. My mother's latest friend is the owner of a nearby farm.

She was a few years younger than my mother and had three daughters. The eldest was a year older than me, and the other two were a year and three years younger. For the first few years, I often rode bicycles with her three daughters or played other children's games. We often played various roles from "The Wizard of Oz," searching for the great wizard Oswald. Her three daughters took turns playing Dorothy and the witch, while I was destined to play the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly Lion.

But time passed, and when I was seventeen, their mother, Shirley, entered my heart.

Shirley was a woman with dyed blonde hair, with half an inch of black roots always showing. Later, I realized that image was very alluring. Because of her work on the farm, she had a very well-proportioned figure and well-defined muscles. Her voice was deep and slightly hoarse, and her laughter was like a gentle breeze sweeping across a vast valley.

I began to pay more attention to her, noticing her every smile and gesture. From a very young age, I was attracted by the thick body hair on her arms. I had never seen a woman with so much soft body hair. When the first summer came, I discovered that she also had the same short, soft, light-colored hair on her legs.

One day, she and her daughter came to our garden to help pick green beans. She was wearing a very fashionable tank top at the time, which was my favorite kind of women's clothing. When she stopped and brushed her hair from her cheek, I noticed that she also had thick brown armpit hair.

Her yellow vest was soaked with sweat, and I could clearly see the outline of her large, dark nipples and armpit hair, a sight that instantly aroused me.

I turned away, frantically picking green beans to avoid my mother, Shirley, and her daughter seeing this embarrassing situation, but at the same time, I couldn't help but steal glances at Shirley.

When we stopped and sat down to rest in the shade, Shirley and my mother both lit cigarettes.

I used to hate smoking, but now, standing next to smokers, I suddenly found Shirley's smoking style quite sexy. I noticed that with each puff, a long wisp of smoke slowly exhaled from her nose.

She tilted her head back, gently closing her eyes, seemingly savoring every puff of cigarette smoke, inhaling deeply and greedily with each inhale.

My infatuation with Shirley continued for the next four years. I noticed that in the summer she usually wore shorts and a tank top, then a short-sleeved blouse. Her breasts weren't particularly large; I later learned she should have worn a B-cup bra. However, her areolas were large and dark brown, and her nipples were prominent and often erect. By the time I was nineteen, I was completely obsessed with her; she became my primary object of masturbation, my goddess.

Then something happened that deeply shocked me. One summer when I was 19, my father happened to be out. Late that night, I was suddenly awakened by a rapid knocking on the door. I heard my mother come down the stairs to open the door, followed by a cry of "Oh, God!"

I could vaguely hear a woman crying downstairs. Curious, I got out of bed and went to the top of the stairs to peek out. I was stunned: I saw Shirley standing almost naked at the door. Her tank top was tattered and barely covered her breasts. Her lower body was completely naked. She was very agitated and crying to my mother about something. I saw that there seemed to be many scars on her thighs, buttocks, and bare shoulders.

My mother took off her shirt and draped it over Shirley's shoulders, comforting her as she led her upstairs to her room. I heard her muttering as she walked, "That bastard..."

I sneaked back to my room so they wouldn't know I'd seen everything. Five minutes later, my mother came to my room and asked me to go downstairs to the kitchen to boil some water. I saw she was holding a bottle of medicine she'd just found. I opened my mouth to ask something, but my mother stopped me: "Just help me, don't ask anything, okay, Beck?"

"But..." I wanted to say something more, "Don't tell anyone what happened tonight. You didn't see anything, right?" I nodded. Yes

, I didn't see anything. I didn't see Shirley running to my house in the middle of the night, dressed in tattered clothes, nor did I see her exposed breasts, bare buttocks, or bright red bruises...

I boiled a basin of water and carried it upstairs. My mother opened the bedroom door and took the basin of water. Through the open door, I saw Shirley lying naked on the bed, her thighs spread apart. The bright red bruises on her thighs, buttocks, and back were clearly visible. I was stunned. At this moment, I heard my mother say to me, "Alright, Beck, this is none of your business. Forget everything that happened tonight and get a good night's sleep." My

head was throbbing as I walked back to my room. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Everything that had happened tonight had left me feeling terrified, yet also deeply excited. Driven by curiosity, I got out of bed and tiptoed back to my mother's door. Through the crack in the door, I saw my mother gently wiping Shirley's body with a towel soaked in hot water. "Oh God, that beast is inhuman!"

I saw my mother cursing as she wiped her buttocks and inner thighs with a towel. Sherry lay on the bed, moaning softly. Then my mother picked up a bottle of medicine, sprinkled it on her hand, and then spread Sherry's thighs apart, gently applying it to her buttocks and inner thighs. "Ohhhh..." Sherry moaned in pain.

"Oh my god, he actually... he actually... you... This is unbelievable, so shameless! So disgusting!

We should call the police right now, Shirley!"

I saw my mother trembling, her face flushed, her voice trembling with anger. She must have seen something horrible. "Oh, no, no... please, please don't tell anyone," I heard Shirley plead in a low voice. "Do you still want to forgive him?" my mother asked indignantly while applying medicine. "Oh, I brought this on myself," Shirley replied weakly.

"What exactly happened?" my mother asked.

A long silence followed before Shirley's weak, low voice finally broke the silence. Listening to their conversation deeply shocked me. Her husband, after drinking heavily, whipped her and had been sexually abusing her for years.

Because her daughter was growing up, she was considering divorce.

"He drank heavily again tonight and came home very late. I told him I wanted a divorce, and he got angry, dragged me to the warehouse, hung me up, and then whipped me severely… while he was whipping me, he kept calling me a whore… and asking if I had a lover…"

Shirley's voice came through the door, broken and intermittent. "How did you escape?" I heard my mother ask.

"He said if I brought up divorce again, he'd strip me naked and drag me to the market to be displayed for everyone in town to see. After he finished with me, he was probably tired. He said he needed to think about how to deal with me, and then he left the warehouse. I took the opportunity to break free of the ropes and escape..."

"Oh God, poor Shirley..." I heard my mother sigh. The sounds faded away, and I returned to my room, feeling dizzy, and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Shirley's husband came to my house. He claimed he was drunk and didn't know what he had done, and begged Shirley to forgive him. In the end, Shirley went with her husband because she said she couldn't leave her daughters.

The days that followed were peaceful and normal, as if nothing had happened that night. After a few days of rest, Shirley went back to work on the farm as usual and often visited my mother. But ever since that night, I couldn't calm down. I always consciously or unconsciously avoided her. Sometimes when she saw me, there was even a hint of embarrassment in her eyes. I think she must know what I saw that night.

One day she came to my house and told my mother that her husband was showing calves at the state fair in Cedalia, Missouri, with their daughter, but she wasn't going. She was staying to take care of the farm.

My mother called me over. She said Shirley wanted to ask me something. I walked over nervously, but Shirley seemed quite at ease, asking if I would like to help her at the farm next week. My mouth went dry, my palms sweated, and I tried my best to suppress my excitement and give an affirmative answer.

"I think you should earn some pocket money, right, honey?"

As Shirley said this, I saw a strange glint flash in her beautiful eyes. When I arrived at seven in the morning, Shirley was waiting for me at the gate. She was wearing an old white tank top and white shorts. Her pretty, dark brown face and radiant smile made me feel like the luckiest person on the planet. She told me that her husband had already unloaded several hay bales on the barn floor, and there were two other fully loaded trailers outside the barn; we were going to stack them all up today.

She carried a water bottle, a lighter, and cigarettes, and quickly handed me the water bottle, which we carried together. She smiled at me and led me to the barn. On the way, she told me how grateful she was that I could come and help her and keep her company.

We spent the whole morning hauling hay and stacking it. When we first stopped to rest, we were both drenched in sweat. Shirley and I sat down on the hay bales, and she immediately lit a cigarette.

I took a deep drag and slowly exhaled a long puff of smoke, observing her so closely for the first time. I tried to control my gaze, not to stare at her, because I didn't want to have to maintain an erection all day.

Her white tank top was soaked with sweat, almost transparent. A gentle breeze blew by, and I saw her wet nipples harden, standing erect beneath the damp top.

I didn't realize how long I'd been staring at her until Shirley said, "I think I should change into something else."

I was caught red-handed, extremely embarrassed. To make matters worse, my pants suddenly bulged, and I blurted out, "No!"

I was startled by my own words!

A long silence followed. Shirley placed the cigarette to her lips and took a deep drag.

She pulled the cigarette from her mouth, and in the instant before inhaling, I saw a thick plume of white smoke.

She paused for a few seconds, then slowly exhaled a long, white stream of smoke towards me. She didn't say a word, and with each breath, several more plumes of smoke escaped from her nostrils. The woman before me was dirty, sweaty, disheveled, and her hair was matted with straw, yet she was the sexiest woman I had ever seen.

She said, "I think we should talk. I know you like to stare at me, and I don't think it's a big deal, but you're my best friend's son, so I think we should be careful." "

I mean, you're charming, I've always thought so," I stammered.

“Look,” she said, “I’m thirty-eight, twice your age. I’m not an attractive woman, even my own husband dislikes me. Wake up, Beck, why don’t you go find a girl your own age?”

“You are the most beautiful woman I know,” I stammered, “your husband is an idiot and a scoundrel. My father and I never liked him, he doesn’t deserve you at all, he’s a complete bastard.”

She gazed deeply at me, her hand trembling slightly as she brought the cigarette to her lips, taking several deep drags before slowly exhaling.

She said, "Thank you, I think you mean it."

"Yes, I like the way you treat people, and you're so kind and approachable, and you look so beautiful, incomparably so."

She actually blushed.

"Thank you, you've always been a special young man, but I think you noticed me because I'm a bit different. I don't shave my body hair, and I never wear a bra. Actually, you're too kind. You often peek at me; it's just love blindness. I'm also a little worried because I'm afraid your mother will notice, but then again..."

She hesitated for a moment, then took a long drag on her shrinking cigarette.

“I like it when you look at me, because it makes me happy to be looked at by a handsome guy like you.”

I was so surprised I couldn’t speak. I watched her stand up, walk to the barn door, stub out her cigarette, and throw it in the dirt. She came to my side, took my hand, and led me to the back attic door.

We sat on a scattered haystack, and she lit another cigarette.

I asked her, “Are you annoyed by me?”

“No, no, not at all… How could I be annoyed by you? You’re the first man in the last twenty years to have ever pleased me. I’m just a little worried and scared because you’re so young and… I’m so attracted to you.”

She put the cigarette to her lips again, took a deep drag, and began to exhale slowly. At that moment, I reached out and took her hand.

"I will always respect and admire you. You are so captivating. If I do anything wrong, please tell me and forgive me."

Then, to my surprise, I leaned forward and our lips lightly touched. She accepted my kiss, and we gradually explored each other's mouths with our lips and tongues. I've kissed and embraced several girls, but this was the most exciting thing I'd ever experienced.

My penis felt like it was about to burst through my jeans. Shirley's mouth tasted smoky and warm, and her tongue was soft and warm, gently exploring.

After a few minutes of kissing, she pulled away and immediately took a deep drag of her cigarette. Our eyes met, and as she exhaled half a puff of smoke, I couldn't wait any longer. I pressed my lips to hers, savoring the taste of tobacco and the fragrance of her lips. We gradually lay down side by side on the haystack.

She shifted her body slightly and asked me, "Are you really sure you want to do this with an old woman like me?"

"Yes, if you want to do this with a young guy like me, I'd love to."

She took another deep drag of her cigarette, walked to the window, and carefully extinguished it, making sure there were no embers in the haystack. She slowly exhaled, walked back to my side, raised her arm, stood in front of me, and then untied her tank top behind her neck.

Her thick, brown armpit hair stood out even more in the light streaming through the window. She loosened the tie around her neck and reached back to untie it, revealing her lovely breasts for the first time.

Her large areolas were a slightly reddish brown, covered with wrinkled bumps, and her nipples, like thick corks, were a deep brown. I leaned forward, touched her body, and took one nipple into my mouth, gently sucking, while my hand cupped her other breast. I finally tasted and touched her lovely breasts, something I had longed for for so long.

When my fingertips brushed against her armpit hair, she raised her arm to let me get closer. I dug my fingers into the thick, sweaty armpit hair—something I had dreamed of.

I continued sucking on her nipple, and she moaned. I felt her nipple grow larger in my mouth.

"Harder," she said, "harder, bite it, ohhhhh..."

She slumped against me and pulled me to her lips, and we began kissing again, my hands continuing to grope her breasts and armpits. I felt her hand on my belt; she loosened it, unbuttoned my jeans, and ripped them off in one go, releasing my drooling, hard cock.

Next, she grabbed my t-shirt and ripped it off over my head, leaving me completely naked from head to toe.

When she touched my penis, I shuddered.

I put my hands on her and said, "Stop, I can't hold back anymore, but I want to satisfy you properly."

She smiled and said, "I know you're going to cum very soon, that's good. I'll help you cum first, then we can relax and enjoy ourselves."

I lay on my back, and she smeared my pre-ejaculate and her saliva on her hands, slowly stroking my penis back and forth. At the same time, she began to tease my nipples with the tip of her tongue. No one had ever done this to me before; it felt incredibly wonderful. I felt my nipples were as hard as hers. Her hands stroked my penis up and down, the most wonderful feeling of my young life.

One of her hands cupped my testicles, gently stroking them, while the other continued to slide along my hard penis. With each upward stroke, she rubbed the head of my penis with her thumb, giving me more pleasure than I could have imagined… The stimulation of her tongue on my nipples and the stroking of my penis by her smooth hands were too unbearable, and I told her I was going to ejaculate.

She said, “Come on, I want to see you fill my mouth and my vagina with your own eyes, I want to feel your wild eruption!”

She increased the speed of her thrusting on my penis and quickened the licking of her tongue on my nipples, and I felt the orgasm begin. Spurts of semen shot into the air, covering my stomach and her hands.

As I calmed down, she quickly took my penis into her mouth, sucking the remaining semen and prolonging my orgasm for a few more minutes.

I lay in the haystack, sweaty, burning, and itchy, a feeling of utter satisfaction, simply blissful. She continued to caress my now limp penis, while reaching for a cigarette and lighter.

She put the white cigarette in her mouth, lit it with one hand, and continued to stroke my wet, limp penis with the other.

"That was so much fun," she said. "Let's do it again later, let's have a good time and enjoy ourselves!" Shirley and I lay in the dusty, messy haystack. I was regaining my strength. She calmly smoked a cigarette with one hand and stroked my limp penis with the other. Then, she rolled over and kissed me, her lips brushing against mine. We shared a gentle kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. When we finally parted from our entanglement, my penis was already half-erect.

Shirley looked down at me, smiled, and shook her head.

"I'd forgotten how quickly young people recover. Let's take a shower before bed,"

she said, taking my hand and leading me towards the barn door. She suddenly stopped, looking at the dirty, wet tank top in her hand, and said, "Maybe you should give me your t-shirt, just in case someone drives by."

I quickly put the t-shirt on her, and we walked hand-in-hand towards the house. She went into the kitchen and filled two large glasses with water. We stood there, gulping down our drinks, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Her breasts were clearly visible beneath my wet t-shirt, and in the cool kitchen, her nipples stood out like raised peaks against my clothes.

She said, "I know this is illogical, maybe the biggest mistake of my life."

We continued to gaze at each other, and I leaned in to kiss her. It was another long, tender, passionate kiss, seemingly lasting forever. Her lips and tongue were cooled by the water. My hand slowly slipped under my t-shirt, gently cupping her warm breasts. I lightly pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, feeling my penis harden again.

She interrupted the kiss, saying, "If we want to continue, let's take a shower first, and then we'll do it."

She took my hand again, leading me up a flight of stairs, through a spacious bedroom with a huge four-poster bed.

We passed the bed and entered a bathroom, much larger than modern bathrooms; it was probably used for other purposes on the farm before the plumbing was installed. Shirley stood facing me and began to undress, first pulling my wet t-shirt off her head and throwing it on the floor. Then she pulled down her shorts and kicked them off, standing there in old-fashioned cotton underwear.

To me, she looked like a Greek goddess, I told her. She laughed and then made me take off my clothes. Turning around, she went to the sink and started brushing her teeth. I took off my tennis shoes, then my jeans and underwear. She brushed her teeth carefully. I pressed myself against her from behind and inserted my hard penis between her thighs. At that moment, she was rinsing her mouth with green mouthwash and then spitting it into the sink.

She turned around and kissed me again. I was once again lost in this tender and affectionate kiss, every cell in my body felt warm. This kiss lasted for several minutes, my penis nestled comfortably in her thick pubic hair. My hands gently caressed her back and shoulders, and unconsciously, my left fingertips lightly stroked the back of her neck. Her tongue lightly brushed against my lips, and I longed to possess her body immediately. But I didn't want to ruin this beautiful kiss, and neither did she.

Finally, she took a step back, looked at me affectionately, and said, "I think you want to do it again. Let's take a shower together; I smell terrible."

Shirley took my hand again and stepped into the old-fashioned bathtub.

I followed closely behind, casually pulling up the plastic shower curtain. She turned on the tap, and once the water was hot, she turned on the showerhead. The hot water felt wonderful. We began washing each other's bodies. Washing this beautiful woman's body was a novel experience. I lathered my hands with soap and gently washed her cheeks, carefully avoiding getting soap suds in her eyes.

Then I moved down her body, lathering her back with soap. I spent more time on her breasts. I lathered my hands with soap again and began groping to wash her lower body. I happily washed her surprisingly full buttocks, then carefully lathered her pubic hair and the cleft between her thighs. She didn't want me to linger there too long, so finally I knelt down and washed her legs and feet.

The soft hair on her legs was dizzying, and I was surprised to find that it excited me even more. I knelt before her, her hands on my shoulders, my face inches from her thick, semi-brown pubic hair, which formed a narrow patch of grass that stretched down to her navel. There, soft, golden down surrounded her dark brown navel.

I had heard of pubic licking, but had never done it. On impulse, I moved closer and buried my face in her thick pubic hair, kissing her labia. I thought I would be pushed away, but as I explored with my lips and tasted her moist, musky flavor with my tongue, she held my head tightly. I pushed my tongue as deep as possible along the cleft of her flesh.

She shuddered, and as I reached the top, I found a hard clitoris. I licked it, circling it with my tongue. At that time, I knew absolutely nothing about clitoris, but in the next few hours, I would learn everything from this wonderful 38-year-old woman.

I continued to move my tongue up and down on her labia, going in and out deeply. Each time I reached the top, she trembled even more violently. Finally, as I licked her hard clitoris, Shirley gripped my head tightly with both hands.

I continued licking her with my tongue, and she began to moan and scream, her whole body trembling. Finally, she went limp. I wrapped my arms around her back and gently placed her in the bathtub. I leaned over and kissed her, her lips close to mine. She shamelessly tasted the fragrant fluid flowing from her vulva into my mouth. She was still panting heavily, and we continued kissing.

She was, after all, a very pragmatic female farmer, and said, "We have to finish washing before the hot water dries out."

We stood up, and she quickly began to bathe me. Then we washed each other's hair. The water had indeed warmed up, and it got cold when we finished. I looked at her body, and the cold water gave me goosebumps. Her areolas had turned a deep brownish-red, wrinkled, and had many protrusions. Her nipples were erect, like a shrunken penis. The cold water had the same effect on my body.

My nipples were like hard buds, and she playfully pinched them. My penis shrank back, and my testicles tightened. We dried each other off, then rushed into the bedroom and burrowed under the sheets, huddling together for warmth.

A few minutes later, we started caressing each other with our noses, then kissed. After several long, passionate kisses, she said, "What you did to me in the shower was amazing. It's the first time anyone's ever put their mouth there. Where did you learn to do that?"

"I didn't learn," I replied.

"I just wanted to do it. I'm so glad you liked it. Has your husband never done that to you?"

"No, he makes me suck his cock so he can ejaculate in my mouth, but he's never done anything like that to me. He's not a good person. Let's not talk about him now." We started kissing and caressing each other again, and soon I was hard again, wanting it again. Because of the warmth of the blanket, I could smell her salty, sensual scent again. I wanted to be inside her; I longed for it so much.

Perhaps sensing how eager I was, Shirley took the initiative again. "We've been busy all day, lie down and relax."

Shirley kissed my body, and when she reached my hard penis, she began to lick the glans and stroke it with her hand. Although I had ejaculated less than an hour earlier, I was on the verge of orgasm again within seconds.

Shirley then put the head of my penis in her mouth and began to tease it with her tongue while gently thrusting it in and out with her hands.

Playing with my testicles, I soon felt the urge to ejaculate, and I had to hold back.

She gradually pushed my penis deeper into her mouth, and I felt the head of my penis slowly slide over her palate and into her throat. Her lips enveloped the base of my penis, and as she slowly withdrew, her breath blew onto my pubic hair. I felt this was amazing, wondering how she did it without suffocating. Her amazing hands worked in tandem with her mouth, and my penis remained in her warmth and care.

I realized I was approaching orgasm, so I placed my hands on her head and shouted, "I'm going to cum."

Shirley increased the speed of her thrusting and sucking, and after several times, I began to ejaculate into her mouth. She didn't panic. Later, I was puzzled as I shot spurt after spurt of semen into her mouth and throat. How she avoided suffocation... After a long while, I stopped ejaculating.

She continued to thrust her mouth into my penis without stopping, until my penis began to soften and shrink.

She looked up at me and smiled. I leaned in and kissed her deeply, tasting the semen in her mouth without any remorse. We nestled together, and I gently caressed her breasts and kissed her lips.

"I want to make love to you," I said.

She smiled and said, "We have plenty of time to do this. I want you to relax. I want this first time to last and be unforgettable."

She lay back, placing one hand on the pillow. I had forgotten my obsession with her body hair, but seeing the long, brown armpit hair again reminded me. I reached in and ran my fingertips through it. She smiled, and we continued kissing.

"Why don't you shave? I mean, it's nice, but I'm just wondering why all my mom's other friends shave, but you don't."

She laughed again and said, "I work so hard every day, shaving would take up so much time. It always seems to give me rashes and skin inflammation. You have to work sweating buckets with your armpits and thighs burning. Do you mind body hair?" " If you mind, I'll trim or shave it before we do anything more."

"No, actually I've always thought it makes you sexier. I guess you'll think I'm a little perverted, right?" "

Not at all. Sometimes I'm always surprised how many guys stare at me. They seem to get excited when they see my thighs and armpits. If you like that, I'm happy. Now I want to ask you a question. I refrain from smoking because I know you don't, and I know how awful my breath smells when I smoke. But would you mind if I had a cigarette now? I'll brush my teeth and rinse my mouth again afterward, but I'll feel more relaxed if I have a cigarette now." "

As the saying goes, even a blind cat sometimes catches a dead mouse. I was just thinking about how to please her when she told me how much she needed that thing. I reached for the cigarette case on the bedside table, took out a cigarette, put it between her lips, and lit it for her with a lighter. She took a few puffs to light it, then took a deep drag and inhaled.

Before she inhaled, I saw her mouth was full of thick white smoke. She held her breath and slowly exhaled a long plume of smoke, with some smoke still coming out of her lips and nostrils as she finished exhaling."

I leaned in and kissed her, my tongue teasing her once more, savoring the taste of her cigarette without any aversion. After our kiss, she took another long drag, and I began kissing her breasts, gently biting and sucking her hard, brown nipples, while my hands lightly played with her thick armpit hair.

Looking back now, it seems somewhat strange and absurd, but with Shirley, it seemed both appropriate and natural. (IV)

I want to thank everyone who took the time to read my story and respond to me.

This story comes from my memory, and it's 90% true. I don't remember our exact conversations; I'm just trying to describe what we might have said, and I'm sure my actual language is far worse than what's presented here. If you're wondering why this story is somewhat "unconventional,"

I can only say, "It's because it's always been this way."

Shirley influenced my entire life, and even today I have a deep appreciation for women with natural beauty.

What surprises me today is that while it's normal for a man to like a woman with shaved body hair, it's perverted for him to prefer her natural state. In the 1980s, veteran porn star Kay Pakker was famous for her thick pubic hair and sagging breasts, but nowadays, female celebrities are fashionable by shaving their body hair completely and getting breast implants.

This may be due to changing aesthetic standards over time, but I still stand by my own preferences, and I'm willing to discuss this issue with everyone. A woman from Arkansas responded enthusiastically to my first part and asked some personal questions, such as why Shirley would be attracted to a naive boy instead of having an affair with a mature man? I'm willing to have a private, heart-to-heart talk with you about these questions.

Thank you again for reading.

Shirley didn't seem to mind me sucking on her large, brown nipples. I later learned that other women don't seem to like having their nipples played with too much because they're easily hurt and painful, but Shirley always seemed to enjoy it and never pushed me away.

She lay there enjoying me playing with her breasts, occasionally letting out a few moans, and rubbing my hair with her hands. I gazed at her face, tanned dark with a few fine golden hairs. I gently licked her erect nipples, lost in this cathartic sexual act.

She was 38, with fine wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. I kissed her breasts and lips lightly, and she clenched her teeth, trying to hold back. She slowly inhaled her cigarette, taking several seconds at a time, pausing briefly before taking a deep drag.

Then she would slowly exhale smoke towards the ceiling, as if reluctant to leave.

As she exhaled, the smoke from her nose mingled with the smoke from her lips. Those fragrant lips enticed me to kiss them passionately again and again, and she seemed to enjoy it.

Finally, after finishing her cigarette, she took one last deep drag and reached for the bedside table to extinguish it. Then she lay back on the pillow, and I leaned in to deeply suckle her tongue. I never smoke, but when I kissed her, the smell of smoke on her breath didn't bother me at all.

Passion overcame my previous aversion to tobacco. I kissed her from her lips all the way to her erect nipples, while my fingers continued to play with her armpit hair.

In a moment of impulse, I moved my lips from her breasts to her armpits, burying my nose and lips deep in her thick armpit hair. I slipped my tongue into her armpit hair, and she gasped, but didn't push me away.

Since we had already showered, her body odor was light, only slightly salty from sweat, and this action, which I had initially found disgusting, made my limp penis hard again. She seemed to enjoy this play with her armpits, so I then pressed her other arm over her head while combing her armpit hair with my tongue.

My fingers wandered to her thick vulva, and I cupped her entire mons pubis and massaged it. She took a deep breath, arched her back, and one of my fingers slid into her vagina, touching the overflowing, slippery, lustful fluid. My index finger hadn't gone very deep before the tip touched the fleshy walls of her vulva.

Her breathing quickened; I remembered how much she used to enjoy my tongue licking her clitoris, so I rubbed and gently stroked it with my thumb.

She gasped, "Gently, baby, that part of a woman's body is very sensitive." A sudden,

unexpected bonus struck me. I had felt a little nervous when I ejaculated, but now I was completely calm. Shirley's right hand was once again exploring my penis, which was fully erect.

She began to gently stroke it and smear pre-ejaculate around the glans. I continued thrusting my fingers in and out of her wet vagina, then put her large, dark nipples in my mouth again, gently sucking and teasing them with my tongue.

Shirley's breathing became heavy, and she arched her back again; it seemed her orgasm was approaching.

I began to rub her wet clitoris with my thumb, applying slightly more pressure. She whimpered and moaned, and as I thrust faster and faster with my hand, she arched her back and moved rapidly. I was astonished that her orgasm lasted so long, and from that moment on, I held women who could endure long orgasms and have multiple orgasms in the highest esteem, like the Mississippi River, flowing endlessly.

I could feel her hand trembling violently for several minutes before she let out a high-pitched scream and released her climax. I looked down and saw that her pubic hair was soaked, and because my fingers were inserted into her vagina, my palm and fingers were wet with her slippery vaginal fluid.

Shirley's face was contorted in the throes of orgasm, but as she relaxed, she smiled at me. I touched her lips to mine, and we shared a deep, tender kiss.

"Thank you," she said. "That was amazing!"

Shirley reached for the bedside table and took a cigarette from the pack. I took the lighter from her hand—an old Zippo lighter she seemed to always have with her.

I lit the cigarette for her, and her first puff was exceptionally long. As she began to exhale her usual long, drawn-out smoke, I placed my wet hands on her breasts and began rubbing her nipples with fluid.

"Gently, they're still very sensitive and aroused," she said. I gently smeared the fluid on her nipples, making them look glistening and shiny.

She was delighted by my childish game. I leaned into her arms and gently cleaned them with my tongue. She smiled at me, continuing to gently caress my saliva-covered penis.

I licked her wetness from her erect nipples, and she smiled as she watched, then put her fingers, covered in pre-ejaculate, into her mouth, sucking and cleaning them.

"Mmmmmm," she said. "It tastes good, salty and sweet." To me, what we were doing seemed incredibly filthy, but I was extremely excited. I couldn't help but kiss her, our tongues sharing the taste of each other's love juices. I was eager to insert my penis into her body, becoming very impatient.

From the way I was thrusting lustfully into her honey pot, she sensed my urgency. Shirley took a deep drag on her cigarette and then put the butt in the ashtray.

She slowly exhaled smoke rings, while pulling me over to lie on top of her, reaching down to guide me inside.

She was a wonderful first love, like a sex mentor. She patiently told me, "Go slowly at first, darling. If you ejaculate quickly, just enjoy it, it's okay, because this is your first time." "

Shirley guided my hard penis to her vagina. She let her pubic hair rub against the head of my penis, then against her labia. When she rubbed the top of her labia and played around with her clitoris a few times, she trembled again.

Then she grasped my penis and aimed it at her vulva, and I easily inserted the head inside. It was warm and wet inside, indescribably wonderful. I had never felt so good. I tried my best to control the urge to thrust hard, slowly sliding in an inch, while using my stiff arms to support my body as I leaned over her.

Shirley smiled at me, while rubbing her hands against my chest."

I slid in another inch, enjoying the warm, moist feeling, slowly entering her body.

Finally, I slowly and completely inserted my penis, feeling our pubic bones rubbing against each other, our pubic hair intertwined. All the sensations were so intense and wonderful; at that moment, I realized I was no longer a virgin. I slowly withdrew again, savoring every feeling and the warmth I had lost.

I began to enter Shirley's body a second time; she continued to rub my chest and began to play with my nipples. She later told me that she had expected my first sexual experience to be violent and rough, but my self-control surprised her. Like a child enjoying his first ice cream cone, I wanted to savor the taste, not wolf it down.

I inserted my penis all the way in again, then paused, pressing it against Shirley's belly, enjoying the feeling and heat. Then I slowly withdrew, then quickly thrust in again, beginning to manipulate her with an alternating rhythm of fast and slow, feeling that this pleasure was the most wonderful thing in the world.

Shirley lifted her buttocks, thrusting forcefully to meet me. I felt as if my penis had grown thicker; at this moment, her vaginal walls seemed to be massaging my penis. At this rate, I probably wouldn't be able to last much longer. But I had already ejaculated twice in the past two hours, which gave me some stamina. As I thrust my penis in and out of her hot, hairy vagina, Shirley's smile gradually faded. While I was fucking her, she pinched my nipples with her fingers and thumb, lightly flicking and playing with them.

Shirley's breathing became heavy, her breasts turning a mottled pink. She screamed and moaned again, and I began to thrust into her more quickly.

I leaned down and kissed her, this time our tongues didn't touch gently, as they also wanted to intertwine, and my penis moved back and forth in her vagina like a piston.

Shirley's moans grew louder, and she began to shake violently beneath me, welcoming each deep thrust with her body. As she climaxed, I lifted myself from the passionate kiss, her fingers pinching and twisting my nipples.

Shirley let out a series of high-pitched screams of "Ooh ooh ooh..." and I felt my own climax approaching. I began to thrust wildly, desperately penetrating deeper and slamming into Shirley, feeling her heat spreading to my penis, passing through my testicles and into my entire body.

I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, pouring my semen into her gushing vagina while continuing to thrust wildly. Feeling the hot semen pouring into her vagina, Shirley cried out loudly. She pulled and twisted my nipples, a string of vulgar, rustic swear words gushing out. The profanities echoed in her mouth, assaulting my eardrums. At that moment, she was like a notorious shrew from the countryside, which both surprised and excited me.

As my climax gradually subsided, I continued thrusting, not wanting the feeling to end, then gradually slowed down, pumping slowly as I had at the beginning.

I looked down at Shirley; her face was flushed like spring water, her eyes brimming with tears, which streamed down her ears. She was softly sobbing and crying.

I kissed her lips and asked, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

Tears welled in her eyes as she trembled and moaned, "Damn it... little cock cowboy, it feels so good!"

I lay on top of Shirley, supporting most of my weight with my arms, leaving my penis deep inside her. I felt it gradually shrink, enjoying the sensation. Then, my sensitive glans slipped out of her vagina. We lay there, embracing each other, our lips lightly touching, holding each other even tighter.

When my penis finally slipped out of Shirley's body, I moved to her side, and we lay face to face, embracing each other tightly.

I was incredibly excited and filled with gratitude towards her. I thanked her, telling her it was the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced. I remember her laughing out loud, telling me that it was her happiness too.

For the next hour, we lay there embracing each other. We talked, kissed, and caressed each other gently, both feeling a bit sore and tired.

After resting for a while, I suddenly worried that Shirley might be pregnant. Perhaps because our relationship had become closer after we slept together, she started speaking to me without restraint, using vulgar language and profanity. She assured me in the slang unique to peasant women that she had already been "pleased" and that it wouldn't matter how much she was fucked.

She picked up a Zippo lighter, lit a cigarette, lay on the bed, puffing away and enjoying the smell of tobacco. She confessed that she had deliberately seduced me into bed with her. As she exhaled smoke rings, she smugly told me that when she asked me to help at the farm, she had planned everything. She had anticipated that I would fall into her arms like a lustful cat stealing fish, but she hadn't expected me to be so bold and outstanding. She had initially worried that her seduction would hurt my fragile nineteen-year-old heart.

She then went on to praise my skills, saying I had fucked her well. As she spoke, she spread her legs and reached out to stroke the thick pubic hair of her vulva, which was already a mess, overflowing with vaginal fluid and semen. She was surprised that I had ejaculated so much semen.

Watching this old woman, spewing profanities, reeking of fish, and shamelessly rubbing her private parts, was completely different from the elegant, kind, and amiable Shirley I remembered. Yet, I was deeply infatuated with this old woman. Even the way she held a cigarette, raised her arms, and scratched her armpits was incredibly sexy.

Perhaps because I had a great time with her, she was very talkative that day, chattering on and on. She said she really wanted to know when I started liking her, and I told her it was when I was fifteen. She was so shocked she almost choked on the cigarette she was inhaling. "So you little rascal, you were already wanting to fuck me back then?!" Shirley was actually the kind of woman who was very good at using all sorts of vulgar and lewd language to arouse a man's sexual desire, but unfortunately, I didn't know how to appreciate it at the time.

Shirley and I had sex again that day, and that was how our first day together ended. My virginity was taken by Shirley.

Those were our best times, but good times are always short-lived. The tragedy of her later life was beyond my imagination; her violent husband and daughter will appear in the story later. (V)

It was almost nine o'clock when I got home that night. I was covered in sweat and my penis and testicles were throbbing. It was my happy nineteenth year, and I slept exceptionally well that night.

The next day, I arrived at the farm early and cheerfully. Shirley was there to greet me at the gate. Today I was going to mow a large patch of hay, and she was going to rake a patch of land that was close together and start irrigating the fields. She brought a water bottle and an old military bag full of sandwiches. We walked arm in arm to the garage where the tractor was parked. As soon as we entered, she turned me around, pressed my head close to her lips, and kissed me tenderly and passionately for several minutes.

As we kissed, I smelled tobacco and cinnamon on her breath. She pressed her thighs against me, causing me to painfully erect. Today she was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, the hem of which was open. I slipped my hands under the loose shirt, caressing her breasts and nipples.

After we finished kissing, she said, "I was planning to wait until lunchtime to have sex with you under the shade of a tree by the field, but I've changed my mind."

She looked down at my erect penis, which was bulging against my crotch like a damp tent—it was pre-ejaculate.

"Dating a young man feels so good. I think you should release your pent-up desire first, so you can last longer."

Shirley led me to a dimly lit area in the server room and knelt at my feet. She loosened my belt buckle, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down. My hard penis sprang out instantly. She quickly took the glans into her mouth, teasing and sucking it with her tongue, while holding my shaft with her hand. It felt amazing, and I worried I wouldn't last long.

She slid her lips deeper, soaking my entire penis, and then slowly pulled it out. After repeating this several times, she spat the purple glans out of her mouth with a "pop!" and looked up at me.

"Do you like it?" she asked, continuing to pump my wet penis in and out with her hand. I bent down and kissed her lips, we kissed gently, expressing our love with our tongues. Her mouth now had a salty, fishy taste, the result of the large amount of pre-ejaculate I had added. Finally, we separated from our passionate kiss, and she put my penis back into her mouth.

After a few slow swallows, she moved her mouth away. She said, "I like sucking your penis, I like touching it with my hand. Come on, shoot it into my mouth, let me taste what it's like."

Then she slowly put my penis into her mouth until the head of my penis was deep in her throat. I was about to ejaculate, desperately trying to meet her rhythm. Shirley sensed it and began to use her hands and mouth in tandem, bobbing her head back and forth on my penis while her other hand stroked my testicles.

I felt my semen rising, about to gush. I said, "I'm going to cum."

Shirley actually let out a low growl and began to penetrate me faster with her mouth, while her hands frantically masturbated me. The first wave of semen shot into her mouth, then she pulled my penis out of her mouth, continuing to thrust it against her face, letting the head of my penis scatter semen onto her lips and cheeks. Then she put my penis back in her mouth, continuing to suck on the glans while thrusting with her hand until my orgasm subsided. I almost collapsed.

"Wow, what a beautiful morning!" she said. "Do you like this? Did you dream about me last night? Did you fuck my cunt again in your dream?"

I realized that Shirley really loved to use dirty talk and swear words, which she called "seasoning." She seemed to really like those "dirty words," and in the following days, she was often full of swear words.

I pulled Shirley up and kissed her, completely unconcerned that her mouth and lips were covered in semen. She kissed me deeply, her saliva mingling with the taste of semen. When we parted from our long kiss, she reverted to her role as a female farmer, directing me to start the tractor, attach the combine harvester, and then she went to another tractor, started it, and the harrow was already running. She attached the target and drove into the field.

We spent the entire morning cutting grass and plowing. At lunchtime, she told me to drive the tractor to a shady spot along the edge of the field. We both turned off the tractors, and suddenly, all around became quiet.

I saw her spread an old military blanket on the floor. She turned to me, unbuttoned her shirt, and threw it to the ground. Her shoes and jeans followed, and she stood there naked, without underwear, her body completely bare, displaying the toned lines of her muscles like a Greek goddess statue. A sense of awe welled up within me for this alluring mature woman.

I began to undress as well, and she stood watching me. I haven't introduced myself in detail yet. I am five feet ten inches tall (1.77 meters). I often do manual labor and have inherited my father's strong physique. I have a broad chest and shoulders, a firm back, no excess fat on my hips, and strong, powerful legs.

Shirley was a woman who had worked in the labor industry for a long time. She had a very well-proportioned and athletic figure. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but I loved her large areolas and alluring nipples.

She said, "I want to give you a little something extra before dinner."

I stepped forward and threw myself into her arms. My penis was as hard as a rock. I embraced her athletic body and kissed her deeply, my penis finding its way to her paradise in her thick pubic hair. We kissed and fell onto the blanket. She held me until I lay on my back. She straddled me, lifted herself up, and began to rub my penis against the glans with her pubic hair, her wet vulva moving back and forth on it.

"Damn it, I've been thinking about that all morning, my panties are soaking wet. I really want your big cock, hurry up and fuck me."

She put the head of my penis between her labia, slowly sat down, then raised her body, and then sat down even deeper. This felt amazing to me, and I hoped I could hold on and satisfy her. Every time she raised and lowered her body, she made me push my penis in even deeper, and soon I had my entire penis inside her cunt.

After sitting there slowly for a minute, Shirley began to moan deep in her throat. Then, with each deep thrust, she would slowly grind her pubic bone against me. Remembering what she had asked for yesterday, I reached out and pinched her nipples and areolas between my thumb and forefinger, and began to squeeze them. She moaned more ecstatically, and began to thrust deeply, the rhythm quickening.

I felt Shirley's whole body spasm and convulse; she repeatedly slammed her body against mine, brutally fucking me. Her moans, accompanied by whimpers and screams, grew increasingly high-pitched. I savored each thrust; I felt my climax approaching. She lowered herself further and further down, and I pinched her nipples harder and harder, simultaneously ejaculating my hot semen into her alluring cunt.

With each thrust, I was astonished to see a gush of vaginal fluid spurting from her cunt—a mixture of her juices and semen. Finally, she slumped against me, burying her face in the crook of my shoulder.

We lay there like that, panting heavily, for several minutes. Finally, she lifted herself up and pressed her lips to mine, and we kissed deeply and tenderly. We finally broke apart from our kiss, and she sat up, smiling at me.

"That was fucking amazing!" she said. "What did you think, baby?"

I swore to her I was absolutely blown away. So, she sat with her thighs pressed tightly against mine, my semi-erect penis inside her, and we started chatting. I'd never chatted like that before; this incredibly sensual way of talking was unforgettable.

She told me she thought what we'd done was outrageous, and that I might regret it later. After all, she was a 38-year-old farm woman, and I was too young, only 19. I was attracted to her because of my youthful curiosity. She assumed I'd get tired of her quickly and apologized for any resentment I might have.

I swore to her she was the most attractive woman I'd ever met and that sleeping with her was the best experience of my life.

Then she started talking about her husband and daughters. Talking about her family brought me back to harsh reality.

She felt my penis inside her begin to shrink, she laughed, and then pressed even tighter, keeping my penis inside her.

She told me her husband was an alcoholic who often abused her, saying he was mainly good to the daughters, especially the two older daughters who idolized their father. She told me that the farm was inherited from her family, and her husband had always resented it because he had no ownership rights. As a result, he rarely worked on the farm, instead working at a car factory in a nearby town.

I asked her if he disliked her youngest daughter, who had just turned sixteen. She said he was relatively lenient with her because she resembled her mother. That's when I learned that Maggie—that's what she called her youngest daughter—deeply admired her mother.

Maggie never shaved her armpits because her mother didn't. Shirley guessed she smoked, just like her mother.

Shirley said she didn't really approve of it and didn't intend to instill her own views in her youngest daughter in order to make her like her. She had told Maggie she didn't want her to smoke, but she knew she couldn't control her teenage daughter.

I asked her when she started smoking. She told me that her father had been smoking since she was very young, and she thought it smelled great. She said she admired her father. When she was thirteen, she started taking cigarettes from her father's cigarette case when her mother wasn't looking, and by fifteen she was buying her own.

As we talked about smoking, she bent down, picked up a cigarette and an old Zippo lighter, and explained that the lighter was the only thing her father had left her besides the farm. She then lit a cigarette.

She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, as usual. I suddenly realized how bizarre the scene was: she was sitting on me, telling me about her family troubles, while my penis, still inside this beautiful woman, remained.

I asked about her father. She said he died of cancer when she was fifteen. Her mother was a very weak and helpless woman who remarried a year later. Shirley told me that her stepfather hated everything related to her father, throwing away all his clothes and belongings, even selling his tools and hunting rifle. He said the farm was his, and Shirley and her sister had better "be obedient."

I was caressing Shirley's beautiful breasts. Despite the heat, her large, brown nipples were hardening, her areolas bulging and wrinkling, teasing me. She talked while playing with my nipples. When she finished one cigarette, she quickly lit another.

She said she had hidden her father's Zippo lighter and continued smoking despite her stepfather's warnings. I slipped a hand into the pubic hair under her arm. She paused, then took a deep drag, smiled at me, and slowly exhaled the smoke, asking curiously, "Do I look really good smoking?"

My penis immediately hardened, once again completely filling her vagina.

I lifted her up, letting her lie down, changing our position. I straddled her, our wet thighs pressed tightly together.

"Damn... couldn't you wait until I finished my cigarette?"

I didn't answer, but slowly pulled my hard penis out, then slowly put it back in. I slowly pulled it out again, almost out of her vagina, then slowly inserted it back into her. She took another deep drag of her cigarette.

"Do you really like me?" she asked.

I paused for a moment. "I like you very much. I like everything about you, from head to toe, I like every single hair on your body."

"I know you like to fuck me, but I'm much older than you, and I don't shave my body hair, and I'm a heavy smoker. You'll get tired of me soon."

She looked somewhat sad. Surprisingly, my penis became even harder, now paused halfway through a thrust.

"Oh, you can quit smoking and shave, that might make you feel better,"

I told her, as I began another slow, deep thrust. At that moment, I really wanted to have a good time with her, but I knew she had something on her mind, and I genuinely cared about her.

"Do you really want me to do those things?"

"No need. I like your body hair. Every time I see your armpit hair and belly hair, it gets my blood pumping and my dick gets hard. It's been like this for years. I hate women who smoke, but you're sexy and alluring. I love the way you smoke, you know? Every time I see you smoking, I really want to fuck you."

I meant to say "make love," but I used her words instead.

Shirley laughed and said, "Okay then, fuck me."

She took a deep drag of her cigarette and started blowing smoke into my head. I started thrusting my penis into her vagina again. I looked down at my hard cock penetrating her bushy, pubic hair, my gaze lingering, following the spreading pubic hair upwards to the light hair around her navel, then up to her hard, dark nipples and hairy armpits. I realized I truly loved her furry body; later I understood it was because I truly loved her.

I continued thrusting in and out of her, while she smoked a cigarette. Having ejaculated earlier, I could now last longer—it felt wonderful. Shirley finally took a deep drag on her cigarette, as if trying to inhale the smoke all the way from her mouth to her vagina, then flicked the butt into the dirt beside the blanket.

I began kissing her, thrusting faster and faster. The smoke from her breath surrounded us, which, far from disturbing me, actually added to the ambiance.

Shirley began to moan again, responding to me, her moans turning into screams. Her breasts flushed, becoming a mottled red. During her orgasm, I thrust in and out dozens more times. Her continued orgasms, the sheer power of her vagina, once again astounded me, making my admiration for her not only like a raging river, but also like the overflowing Mississippi River, unstoppable.

I slowed my thrusting, preparing to climax, when she said, "Wait!"

I stopped, remaining motionless on top of her. She trembled beneath me for a while, then started playing with my nipples again, saying, "Your turn, baby, shoot, shoot hard! I want it, I want it..."

I began thrusting into her again, finding the slow, deep thrusts incredibly pleasurable. I pushed one of her arms over her head and began sucking on her nipple again, loving its hard, rubbery feel in my mouth. I continued thrusting in and out, licking one of her breasts as I lowered my head, burying my nose deep into her armpit hair. I loved that feeling, even though this sensual mature woman smelled strongly of sweat.

I increased my speed, pounding into her forcefully and deeply. With another orgasm, I heard her begin to moan and groan. I lifted myself up, offering up everything I had.

I felt myself starting to ejaculate inside her, until I finally gave in completely. I lay down next to her on the blanket.

We lay there embracing for a long time, kissing gently, gazing deeply into each other's eyes, caressing and kissing. All I wanted was to fall asleep in this beautiful, mature woman's arms. But once again, Shirley realistically suggested we eat. We sat naked, looking at each other as we ate our sandwiches, drinking glass after glass of water from the jug, our sweaty bodies absorbing the moisture.

Finally, we got dressed, and the rest of the day was spent on the tractor. I cut the hay, and soon we were baling the hay on two farm wagons; she operated the tractor and the baler, and I stacked the hay.

I know ending the day like this doesn't seem very romantic or glamorous, but it really happened. That evening, after dusk, before I went home, we kissed, I caressed her breasts, and Shirley masturbated me again. I was in pain and sensitive, and it didn't take long for me to ejaculate, releasing a small stream of semen onto the back of her hand. I think I was finally drained.

The next part of the story is something I hesitate to tell; there are many stories but few about sex, yet it led to another wonderful sexual experience. The next part includes the harsh punishment Shirley received as a child, including her daughter discovering Shirley and my secret.

Your responses and comments are very welcome. I hope you remember that most of this story is true; only the dialogue is fabricated because I can't recall it. I'm also very interested in any criticisms and opinions from women who have had similar experiences. After my true story ends, I will try some fictional stories. (VI)

The next morning, I woke up early before the alarm rang. My penis and testicles were throbbing, and I couldn't wait to get back to Shirley and vent my lust. When I arrived at her farm, she sneaked out of the house. I pulled her into my arms, and she whispered, "Don't do that. Come with me to the barn. We need to talk."

We went to the barn, and she told me that late last night, her little daughter and a neighboring farmer rode home from the market on horseback. She had a big fight with her father and was forced to come back. My heart sank. Shirley planned to have me help her for a week. The past two days had been like heaven, and I thought we could enjoy our lovemaking for the next five days. But now, we had a sixteen-year-old third wheel.

"Forget it, don't overthink it. Come on, come fuck me!"

Shirley pulled me to a dimly lit corner, pressed her lips to mine, and kissed me thirstily. Her breath smelled of coffee and tobacco, indicating that she hadn't brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth as usual that morning. We couldn't care less about that anymore. Our tongues began to tease each other, and my penis quickly became erect, fully erect. Shirley was wearing a tank top today, which I quickly pulled up and took off her head. As I stripped myself naked, she deftly unbuttoned her jeans and kicked them aside.

I pushed Shirley against the wall, but she quickly said, "No, no, turn around."

We switched positions; I was facing away from the wall, and Shirley was facing it. Through the gaps in the wooden walls of the barn, she could see anyone walking into the barn. I lifted her up by her buttocks, and she used her hand to guide my penis into her already soaking wet cunt.

"My old cunt has been fucked raw by you these past two days, but when I see this big cock, I still fucking want to shove it in!" she said as I lowered her body.

Standing sex isn't easy, but I'm nineteen, and this alluring mature woman has me burning with an incredible, intense lust. I placed my hands on her firm buttocks, leaned against the wall, and lifted her hips up and down on my penis. I desperately wanted to touch her breasts, but this position prevented me.

Her pussy was sliding up and down my hard, aching penis. Shirley held her hands behind her head, enjoying my ministrations. I took the opportunity to put my nose into her sweaty armpits, inhaling her sensual scent.

She whispered, urging me, "Fuck faster, she'll be awake soon when I come to pick you up, she could come out at any moment. Fuck me hard, I want to cum."

I quickened my pace, lifting her buttocks with each thrust, her entire weight pressing down on my penis, my shoulders and arms starting to ache. Soon, Shirley groaned and screamed; I knew she had climaxed. Each time I put her down, I thrust my hips upwards to meet her. I felt my own orgasm approaching, hot semen beginning to flow into her vagina. Shirley let out a high-pitched "Ohhhhh!" I continued to fuck her in this painful position until we finished, my penis finally going soft.

I laid her on the ground, and she clung to me, kissing me passionately. After we finished kissing, she grabbed her clothes and hurriedly put them on, carefully tidying her attire and running her fingers through her disheveled hair. She said, "Be careful in front of my daughter, don't let anything slip, that little rascal is so clever." With that, she turned and rushed towards the house, leaving me alone in the barn. I was covered in sweat, panting heavily as I dressed, standing there in a daze.

Yesterday before dark, we had brought in two large truckloads of hay, which were parked next to the hay loader waiting to be unloaded. I started the tractor, connected the power output, and the long, angled loader began to run. I started unloading the hay from the trucks and transferring it to the loader. Because I was working alone, I had to stop after unloading 15-20 bales, shut down the loader, and climb onto the silos to stack the overflowing haystacks.

After stacking the bales in the attic for the second time, I went outside to the tap, drank my fill, and then poured water over my head. At that moment, I heard a girl's voice, and I was startled.

"Hey, what are you doing? I'm Shirley's daughter, Mackey."

This was the little girl who adored her mother. I secretly vowed to be careful and not do anything to harm their relationship.

"Hi, Maggie, I'm drenched in sweat and exhausted, but otherwise I'm fine."

She laughed and said, "Only my mom calls me Maggie, everyone else calls me Joan."

This little girl is really hard to deal with. I quickly apologized and explained that her mother had talked about her, which was why I made this mistake.

"That's great, you can call me Maggie too," she said. "I quite like it when you call me that."

It seemed like she was flirting with me, but I wasn't going to continue teasing her. I didn't want to take any risks with this sixteen-year-old girl. I looked her up and down. Wow! I have to say, this girl has a really great figure.

Maggie was wearing a tight tank top, what my friends and I called a "revealing outfit"—it was so tight it exposed most of her skin. I noticed her breasts were well-developed, and her shoulders and abdomen were tanned. She was also wearing underwear that was so small it barely covered her thighs; it was low-waisted and exposed her navel.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I made an excuse and started the loader and tractor to unload more hay. Maggie sat outside in the sun, brushing off the dust, looking at me. The noise from the tractor and loader was so loud we couldn't talk. After unloading 20 bales, I stopped the tractor, climbed up to the roof, and she followed behind.

"I thought you'd be at the market all week," I said.

“Yes, it was,” she replied, “but my father caught me doing something he didn’t approve of, so he sent me home.”

“Really? Did you rob an old woman or smash up a tavern?” I joked with her.

“No, he caught me smoking. This is the third time. Now I’ll be under his thumb for the whole summer.”

I continued stacking hay, chatting idly with the young girl. At nineteen, I considered myself much more mature and experienced than her. Besides, my life experience had taken a qualitative leap in the past few days. A week ago, she might have been very attractive to me, but now her mother had stolen my heart and bewitched my soul.

I climbed down after finishing my work, and she followed me like a shadow, nagging, "I think it might get worse. There are things worse than being controlled."

She walked to the barn door, reached for the crossbeam, and took a pack of cigarettes—Marlboro brand—and hid a box of matches inside cellophane.

"I think I should quit. You won't tell anyone if I smoke one, will you?"

I said it was none of my business. She lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and it was clear she was a heavy smoker. I noticed she exhaled slowly, like her mother, blowing a long, thick white plume of smoke upwards.

"Mom knows I smoke, but I don't think she'll tell Dad. She's making lunchboxes, and I'm going to help. I'll help you pack the hay today."

Great, I thought. This damn girl was planning to hang around us all day; Shirley and I would have to keep our distance. I was getting angry. I filled a large glass with water from the tap, went into the barn, and drank it, racking my brains to get rid of Maggie and get her back inside. But instead, she followed me in.

“When my mother was about my age, her stepfather caught her smoking and punished her right here in this barn.”

She took a deep drag of her cigarette, exhaled slowly, and waited for my reaction.

“Really?” I said. “What happened after that?”

Shirley had told me yesterday about her father’s death and how her mother later remarried a real bastard, a man I remembered my father saying was a worthless bastard.

Seeing that she had caught my attention, she seemed quite pleased with herself. "Oh, that guy was awful. He brought her here, tied her to the central pillar, and whipped her. One night last year, I made a mistake, and my dad was going to whip me on the back with a belt, but my mom stopped him. That night, in this barn, she told me everything."

"He whipped her? He really used a whip on her?" I was somewhat skeptical.

“Yes,” she said. “She said he often quotes the Bible, saying that sinners should be whipped.”

Maggie walked to the two thick pillars supporting the central beam of the barn, about eight to twelve feet apart, with large iron hooks attached to them. These hooks held the baler ropes used to tie the hay bales. After the hay bales were untied for feed, the tied ropes were left on the hooks; they could no longer be used on the baler, but many farmers found them useful for their farms.

Maggie reached out and grabbed the end of a long hemp rope hanging from a post, then walked to another post, grabbed a tangled ball of hemp rope hanging there, took a deep drag of her cigarette, stomped it out on the ground, and while exhaling smoke, wrapped the rope around her wrist, pulled it back, and raised her arm above her head. She stood there with her limbs outstretched, and I stared in disbelief, waiting for her to continue.

I had forgotten that Shirley had told me that Maggie didn't shave her armpits. I saw that her armpits were covered with thick, lush hair, even darker than her mother's. The long, black hair grew from her armpits, the dense thicket of hair in her armpits contrasting sharply with her smooth skin.

"He started by slapping her face repeatedly until she was unconscious. Then he ripped her shirt off her head and tied her between the two pillars like this. Next, he took a whip from the warehouse, stood in front of her, and told her how evil she was and that he wouldn't allow his daughter to smoke. He was also furious that she wasn't wearing a bra, calling her a slut and saying she was dressed provocatively and immorally. My mother said she was also angry; she screamed at him, telling him she wasn't his daughter and that she could do whatever she wanted."

"My mother said he went behind her and started whipping her. She said she felt like her back was on fire, and he kept cursing at her, saying how lowly and evil she was. After whipping her back for a long time, he went to her and told her that he intended to whip her breasts as punishment for not wearing a bra. He lashed her breasts hard several times, and she almost passed out."

I couldn't believe what Maggie was telling me. This lovely young girl stood there with her limbs outstretched, recounting her mother's caning as if she were telling a story in a library. I noticed that as she spoke, her nipples hardened and stood erect, forming large bulges on her tight vest.

I found that her story, along with her posture, gave me a painful erection again.

I quickly turned around, started the tractor and loader, and busied myself excitedly. I glanced back and saw that Maggie had already left the barn. I finished clearing away the empty wagons nearby and hauled another one in to unload. As I unloaded the second wagon, I saw Shirley and Maggie come out of the house with lunch and a large jug of cooled boiled water.

We spent the whole day mowing, bundling, and hauling the hay into the barn. We exchanged a few words now and then. I noticed that Maggie seemed to be staring at me the whole time I was working, and that afternoon when I took off my shirt, she stared at me with wide eyes. We carried the last bale of hay back to the barn. Shirley helped me unload it while telling Maggie to prepare dinner. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I watched as Maggie went inside, then turned and pulled Shirley into a passionate embrace, kissing her wildly.

"I've been thinking about you all day," I told her.

We kissed for a long time, then unloaded the hay together, stacking the bales as we talked.

Shirley smiled at me. "Do you know Maggie has a crush on you?"

"Oh, come on, she's just a little girl."

I was startled and nervous. I didn't want a sixteen-year-old girl entangled with me, especially since I was having an affair with her mother.

"She really likes you. You'd better be careful. Maggie's personality is like mine—very stubborn."

I assured Shirley that she didn't need to worry, that I would keep my distance from her daughter. She laughed and said she wasn't worried; she trusted me. Then I told her the story Maggie had told me about being whipped. Shirley hesitated noticeably, took a few breaths, and pulled me to sit on a hay bale near the door so we could see Maggie inside.

Shirley's face was somewhat gloomy. She told me it was true, and she didn't know how much Maggie had told me. She said Maggie didn't know the whole truth, and she recounted the whole story to me, including many details. Many parts shocked me.

"After he whipped my breasts, he went back to the kitchen, brought out a large bottle of liquor, uncorked it, and poured the whole bottle over me..."

Shirley said, lighting a cigarette. I caressed her face and neck, unbuttoned her shirt, and fondled her lovely breasts. She placed her free hand on my thigh.

"The alcohol burned so badly on my skin, I screamed, my whole body trembling violently. He seemed excited, he pounced on me and licked my body, from my breasts down to my thighs, even... even my inner thighs..."

Shirley's hands trembled slightly on my thighs, she seemed agitated. I caressed her cheeks and breasts, and I could imagine the scene: her stepfather was in this barn, frantically licking her alcohol-soaked, whip-marked body. What happened next seemed obvious.

"Yes... in the end... he raped me."

Shirley threw herself into my arms, crying, ending her story.

We sat there, embracing each other, on the straw mat. After a long while, we kissed passionately again. She took out my penis and started thrusting, while her other hand reached under my shirt and gently massaged my nipples. We continued kissing, and after a few minutes, I ejaculated a small amount of semen, which landed on her hands and wrists.

After my penis went soft, we continued kissing, and Shirley continued to caress my aching penis, our tongues rubbing against each other. After a few minutes of silence and kissing, Shirley seemed to have calmed down a lot, and she began to tell her story. As I listened, I touched her breasts.

She told me that her stepfather was incredibly skilled at whipping her; none of the welts on her body bled. She had expected to be beaten until her skin was torn and her buttocks were raw, but surprisingly, her skin remained unharmed and without scars. She then described the excruciating pain of the whipping on her breasts and the unbearable sting of the wounds from the strong liquor. Her stepfather treated her like a bitch, raping her while telling her that it was saving her evil soul.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked down. My penis hardened again, standing erect, and a large gush of pre-ejaculate spurted out.

"Damn... looks like my embarrassing story excites you."

I was so embarrassed I fidgeted, quickly apologizing to her, while my penis went soft. Shirley laughed and told me there was no need to apologize. She said that when she and her husband were newlyweds, she had told him the whole story, and every time she talked about it, her husband's libido would increase, and he would fuck her hard. Finally, she told me that her stepfather had whipped her countless times and sexually abused her for years until she left home at eighteen.

At this point, her face suddenly flushed slightly. She said that if I swore to keep it a secret, she would tell me a secret that even her husband didn't know.

I was flattered and swore I would never tell anyone. She hesitated for a moment, took a few leisurely puffs of her cigarette, and then said, "Don't misunderstand me. I hate my brutal stepfather and the pain he caused me, but every time he whipped me, my cunt would be soaking wet. A few times, after he whipped me, he didn't rape me, but sent me back to my room, and I would masturbate again and again."

She lowered her head, watching my penis swell even more in her hand. She said, "Mom, your cunt is so hard, you must think I'm a slut, right?!"

I quickly denied it, but my erect penis betrayed my extreme excitement. Shirley smiled and shook her head, pondering for a moment before saying, "I think that when a woman is whipped, it might excite not only many men, but even some women."

I told Shirley some of my stories. When I was eleven, I saw a sixteen-year-old girl next door being whipped by her parents for being caught smoking at school. At that time, I had never had sex with a girl. Later, I told her what I had seen, and as a result, I received my first kiss from a woman. I told Shirley that when I saw women being whipped in movies or novels, I always felt extremely excited, and my penis would get very hard.

While we were chatting, Shirley kissed me again and again and started masturbating me.

She told me the story again, pumping my penis in and out, recounting more details about her whipping, how her stepfather whipped her buttocks and thighs. He even prepared over a dozen different whips for her. The whip he used for her back was long and thick, while a thinner one was used for her breasts.

His favorite whip, used for her buttocks and vulva, was thin and short, exquisitely crafted. From frequent handling, the grapefruit handle was worn shiny, and he often hung it on the living room wall to show off his prized possession to visiting guests.

My penis started thrashing and bumping wildly in her hands. She knew I was about to ejaculate, so she quickly knelt down in front of me, put my penis in her mouth, and started masturbating me while sucking on the glans.

Despite having sex with Shirley multiple times over the past three days, this orgasm was exceptionally intense and lasted a long time. Shirley's tongue danced rapidly across my glans while her wet hands pumped my penis. After I ejaculated, she straightened up, and we kissed deeply. Then, as usual, she lit a cigarette, and with a cigarette dangling from her lips, we held each other tightly, without saying a word.

Just then, Maggie called out loudly from inside the house that dinner was ready.

As we parted, Shirley told me that she thought I was different, and I told her I loved her. She smiled, kissed me passionately, and then turned and left.

This chapter was difficult to write because, 33 years later, I still feel embarrassed that a story of a woman being whipped excites me so much. It was so in the past, and it is so now. Shirley's personal experience made me even more excited. I have never hurt a woman, nor have I ever thought of doing so, but even today, the sight of a woman being whipped still excites me.

I am sure that critics will burn me at the stake because of this, but I swear, I am telling the truth. (VII)

That night, I dragged my tired body home. My mother asked about the farm, and I just gave her a few simple answers before going upstairs to sleep. But my mother stopped me and said she wanted to talk to me about Shirley. This topic made me stop in my tracks.

My mother told me that I probably knew a little about how Shirley had run away from home covered in bruises that night. She hoped I wouldn't hold a grudge against Shirley because of it. She said Shirley was a pitiful woman, her marriage was a nightmare, and she had advised Shirley to divorce her bastard husband, but Shirley wanted to wait until Maggie turned eighteen.

I listened quietly, not understanding why my mother was telling me this. Then my mother told me that she and Shirley were very good friends and she really wanted to help her. She knew I had been working very hard on the farm these past two days, but she hoped I could help Shirley as much as possible.

I vowed that I would do my best to help Shirley. I wondered what my mother would think if she knew that Shirley and I had both tried to get into bed together; her poor son was practically drained by that woman.

My mother seemed very satisfied with my answer, praised me a few times, and then turned and left.

I remember lying in bed that night, unable to sleep. I kept thinking about Shirley and Maggie, and the wonderful sex we'd had over the past three days. I also thought about the story of her cruel punishment by her stepfather. I admit, even though those things really happened, I still found it hard to believe. Embarrassingly, I found that when I replayed the scene of Shirley being whipped and raped in my mind, my aching penis would get hard.

I don't know why Shirley would have an affair with a boy like me, who's about the same age as her daughter. All I know is that I'm nineteen, sexually active, and utterly infatuated with that beautiful woman, so I won't question her motives. The events of the past few days have completely changed my life. Four days ago, I was a virgin, and now I've fallen into an endless sea of lust.

I don't know what the future holds for Shirley and me, but being with her right now is the happiest thing.

The next morning, I overslept. The alarm rang for ages, and I didn't wake up until more than an hour late driving to the farm. We still had several days of work to do there. When I arrived at the farm, Shirley was already mowing another patch of grass. Since there was still hay to unload and stack from the wagon, I quickly got to work.

Shortly after I started the tractor and loader, Maggie appeared in the barn. She told me that after I finished here, she would come and help in the fields. I worked for over an hour, and she sat watching, trying to talk to me through the noisy roar of the tractor and loader.

I worked tirelessly, finally stopping to drink some water and catch my breath. When I went outside to get some water, Maggie took out her pack of Marlboro cigarettes again and followed me.

Outside, she lit a cigarette, and I noticed that the way she smoked was exactly like her mother's.

Today, Maggie wore a tight-fitting tank top, even more revealing. Through the thin fabric, I could see what looked like a flower tattooed on her breasts. Even with her arms hanging at her sides, long armpit hair could be seen peeking out from her armpits. When she raised her arm to smoke, I could clearly see a dark, fuzzy clump there. She kept rambling on about the market, the farm, school, and everyday trivialities. Seeing Maggie's exposed figure, my penis involuntarily hardened.

Her expression suddenly turned serious.

"Do you like my mother?" she asked.

“Yes,” I said, “she’s an amazing woman.”

Maggie took a deep drag of her cigarette, exhaled, and sat down beside me. As she finished exhaling, smoke began to puff from her nostrils, just like her mother’s.

“Last night, when I went to prepare dinner, I went back to the barn and glanced inside. I saw you hugging and kissing my mother.”

I was stunned. We had been so careful, but she had still noticed. I panicked and didn’t even think of lying to her.

“I did kiss your mother, so what?” I asked her.

“Nothing much,” she said. “I just wanted you to understand that I saw it, and I already told my mother. We talked for a long time last night, all about you and this.”

I was silent for a long time. She continued smoking, then exhaled slowly like Shirley. I couldn’t hold back any longer and asked her, “What did your mother say?”

“She said she’s been living a miserable life for a long time, and you’ve made her happy. She said she knows it’s wrong, but she can’t control herself. She told me you’re a good guy, and she feels terrible. She thinks she seduced you. I want to know what you think of her?”

“Your mother is one of the most wonderful and extraordinary people I’ve ever met. I care about her, and I would never do anything to hurt her.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“I’m so glad you said that. I haven’t seen Mom so happy in a long time. I promise I won’t tell anyone about what happened between you two,” she said. “At first I was very upset, but after talking to Mom, I think it’s not a big deal.”

I calmed myself down. I didn’t know how much she had seen or what Shirley had said to her. I tentatively said, “Actually, there’s nothing between your mother and me. I admit, I have feelings for your mother. I know some of your mother’s tragic experiences and really want to help her.”

Maggie was blowing smoke rings as she looked at me, making me feel completely lost.

"Have you slept with my mother?" she suddenly asked. I was caught off guard by her bluntness and stammered,

"What are you talking about... I..."

"I mean, have you slept with my mother?" she continued.

I laughed awkwardly, trying to hide my panic.

"What do you know, you little girl? Don't talk nonsense."

She seemed angry at my words. "Don't try to fool me. I'm not a child anymore. I know a lot about things between men and women!"

"Really?" I felt like I had regained control. "Who taught you that?"

She pointed to the barn. "Right here. I saw it with my own eyes!"

I was shocked, breaking out in a cold sweat. She seemed very satisfied with my reaction.

"One night, my mother came to your house looking very disheveled, right?"

I nodded. "Yes, I remember. It seemed like your mother had been beaten up; she was covered in bruises." I will never forget that night.

"But do you know what happened that night?" Maggie asked.

"I really want to know."

"Come with me, I'll tell you what happened that night."

Maggie took my hand and led me into the barn. We climbed onto a hay bale and sat down close together. We were so close that I could even smell her distinctive, fresh scent.

Maggie took a few puffs of her cigarette and, puffing out clouds of smoke, began to tell me what had happened that night.

That night, when she got up to urinate, she suddenly heard her parents arguing at the front door. She went to the window and saw her father standing drunk outside the house, arguing with her mother. Suddenly, he slapped her mother across the face, and she saw them fight. Her mother was knocked to the ground and then dragged into the barn by her father.

She said she was terrified but also very curious, so she slipped out of the house and peeked through the gaps in the barn fence.

She saw her mother tied between two pillars by her father, just like in the story her mother had told her, only this time the executioner was her father. She saw her father take a horsewhip from the cupboard and lash her mother mercilessly, cursing and calling her the most despicable woman in the world.

She saw her mother's clothes were torn to shreds, leaving her in only a vest and her bare buttocks.

She said her father was frantically whipping her mother's back and buttocks, which became red and swollen. She heard her mother pleading with him in hushed tones, but he completely ignored her. Finally, she saw her father throw the whip on the ground, walk behind her mother, pull out a thick penis, and then hold her mother's buttocks with both hands, holding her in place, as if he wanted to force that big thing into her mother's anus.

She saw her mother desperately twisting her body, resisting his violation. Finally, her father lifted her mother's buttocks, spread her thighs apart, and then inserted that big thing into her mother's urethra.

At this point, Maggie pointed to her inner thighs, her thin panties tightly wrapped around them, and I could even see the outline of her vulva. My penis immediately became hard.

Maggie continued to narrate with great emotion, seemingly very excited. She saw her father violently having sex with her mother, almost driving her unconscious. She said that after finishing with her mother, her father seemed unsatisfied, saying that this punishment wasn't enough and that he was going to try something new, to punish her even more severely. Then he put on his pants, turned around, and left, whistling as he went. After her father

went into the house, she mustered her courage and ran into the barn, rescuing her mother from the pillar. Fearing that her deranged father might kill her mother, she decided to help her mother escape that night.

After Maggie finished recounting what had happened that night, she stared at my bulging crotch and asked if I also wanted to have sex with her mother like that night. I swore I would never do anything to hurt Shirley in my life. She said she believed me because I was a good person.

After Maggie finished speaking, she stood up and slowly walked out of the barn. I stood there, my mind blank.

I finished stacking the hay and rushed back to the pasture. Shirley had already cut a large patch of grass. When she saw me, she drove the tractor into the grove where we had made love. I followed her without saying a word. She took my hand and quietly led me behind some large trees.

"We need to talk," she said, sitting down on a log.

"I know, Maggie told me." I didn't know what else to say.

Shirley lit a cigarette and took a few puffs. I stood there, unsure what to say. Finally, she said, "We were so careless. Although she said she was happy for me, I think Maggie is actually very sad. But she promised me she wouldn't tell anyone our secret."

"How much does she know about us? I mean, what did she see?" I asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, she only saw us kissing. But Maggie may be young, but she's very shrewd. I think she's already guessed a bit."

"But she didn't actually see me have sex with you, right? If we're just more careful in the future, nothing will go wrong, right?" I had finally managed to get her, so of course I didn't want to let her go easily.

Shirley shook her head. "But I don't think so. She's already suspicious of us. Let's keep our distance for the next couple of days. I think we should put our relationship on hold."

Oh no! Is my "happy" time going to end like this? My nineteen-year-old desires have just been ignited, are they going to be extinguished? Although I was disappointed, I didn't want her to worry about it. I held her in my arms and told her how much I loved her, how much I cared about her, and that I would agree to whatever she wanted to do, as long as she was willing.

She smiled and gently kissed me. I touched her breasts again, but that was it. My little penis ultimately couldn't penetrate her vagina today. She gently pushed me away and went back to her tractor.

We worked diligently and quietly under the sun for the rest of the day. I ate very little at lunch, and I couldn't even bear to look Shirley in the eye. We continued working until dusk. When we parted, Shirley apologized if I was sad and wished me goodnight.

I went home and, after a nearly sleepless night, quickly fell into a deep sleep.

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