A virgin who lost a leg

My name is Jin Ming, and I'm a pitiful man. I'm twenty-four years old and still a virgin. Outwardly, I'm not pitiful, because I'm quite handsome and have a skill. I'm the art director at an advertising company, and I have a high talent for art. But I'm shorter than most people. This doesn't refer to my penis. My penis is not only normal, but even superior to most people's. I'm referring to my leg. I'm missing a section of my leg. Although I have a prosthesis and it's covered by trousers, it's not very noticeable, but I still walk with a limp.
This happened when I was thirteen in a car accident. I was hit by a car, and when I woke up, I was in the hospital, having lost a leg.
Sometimes I think, if this disaster was destined, I would rather it had happened a few years later. Because then, I wouldn't have had the chance to experience intimacy. If it had happened a few years later, I should have known, perhaps been interested, and had the opportunity to do it. Even if it happened later, at least I would have tried. But now I'll never have that chance again.
Why didn't I have the chance? Because I know my own shortcomings. I'm afraid to pursue women, and I don't believe any woman would be willing to have sex with me, let alone marry me.
Furthermore, I have an inferiority complex because of one incident: I've only ever tried to pursue a girl once. She was a female colleague at work. I only gave her a slight hint; the first step was inviting her to dinner. She was very rude. She said, "Why don't you consider your own limitations? I'm embarrassed to go out with you."
She was so cruel; it severely damaged my self-esteem and made me even more insecure. After that, I never dared to pursue any woman again. If I were to say something like that to them, it would be truly terrible.
You might ask me, "I have a good job and a good income, can't I just buy it?
" Yes, I could, but that's not a matter of inferiority. This is something that can only be done by taking off your clothes; once you take off your clothes, the truth is exposed. If I had revealed beforehand that I was lame, the other person would definitely look at me strangely and might even refuse. If I had revealed the truth at the last minute, we might have argued, and I simply couldn't bear such a profound humiliation.
Speaking of my leg, I truly resent my uncle. If he hadn't seized my father's property back then, we would be a wealthy family, with our own cars. I wouldn't have been hit by a car while riding in it. Even if an accident had occurred and someone was injured, it would have been someone else who was hurt, not me. I've always hated my uncle and his entire family. Given the chance, I will definitely take revenge.
On the surface, I seem pathetic because I currently work at the advertising company run by my uncle's eldest daughter, Meimei, and I'm the art director, skilled in painting. Actually, I've been waiting for my chance for revenge.
Meimei suddenly called me into her office, asking me to paint an oil portrait of her. I agreed because this was also an opportunity for revenge, and I couldn't let go of any chance for vengeance.
Meimei is a middle-aged woman in her early thirties, recently divorced. I went to her house on Saturday afternoon. That's because I don't have to work on Saturday afternoons, so I can do this for her both Saturday afternoon and Sunday.
Meimei's home was naturally quite luxuriously furnished. Of course, her father had embezzled a considerable amount of my father's property. She told me that all the servants were on holiday, and only the two of us were in the house.
She said, "You certainly don't want to be disturbed while you're working, do you?"
"That's right," I said, "That's good, let's start drawing now."
At this moment, she was only wearing a Japanese-style kimono, with a sash around her waist. If this outfit were included in the painting, it would be rather comical. Moreover, the overlapping part of her kimono at the chest was loose, forming a heart shape, revealing quite a patch of snow-white skin. She wasn't wearing the garment like a typical Japanese woman, but rather as casual wear, and it was made of thin fabric. This made me uneasy. If she were dressed more formally, I could concentrate on my work more easily.
She smiled and said, "The clothes aren't important, are they?
" I said, "You mean you'll add the clothes after you've finished drawing the head? That's fine too. But if you want the best effect, you should first put on what you consider your most beautiful clothes." "
She said, 'The background is the most important thing. Isn't it nice of me lying on that sofa?'
'Lie down?' I asked.
She said, 'Yes, right, I forgot to make it clear. I want you to paint a nude portrait of me.'
My face flushed instantly, and I stammered, 'You're not kidding, are you?'
She said, 'What? You can't draw nudes, can you? You draw those beautiful women in the ads so well.'"
"I will, but..."
She was a very shrewd person, like my uncle. Once she set out to do something, she usually had to get it done. Now, she didn't say anything more to me. She simply untied the sash at her knees, her kimono opened, and slid down to the ground.
I stared at her, dumbfounded. She had such a beautiful body, almost like a young girl, only more voluptuous, with a thicker waist and a bit more fat on her lower abdomen.
She was talking, but I was so focused on watching that I barely heard a word. She was saying, "I'm not young anymore. Before my body deteriorates, I want to leave behind a portrait; that's my greatest wish." She
suddenly chuckled and said, "What's wrong with you? You've never seen a woman before, have you?"
"I..." "Of course I've seen it before," I said.
I'd seen plenty when I was in art school. Life drawing is essential training; otherwise, it's impossible to draw a human figure well. But those situations are different. Many art students draw a woman together, all focused on art, and those are professional models—people we don't know. Now, it's just her and me, and we know each other, so it's a bit awkward.
At this point, she was already naked in front of me. And I could sense she had ulterior motives; otherwise, she would have stated it beforehand, instead of suddenly undressing like this.
"How about it?" Mei Mei gently touched her body and said, "Will you draw me?"
Now that things had come to this, I couldn't ask her to put her clothes back on. I secretly pondered her intentions. I could only say, "Okay, let's begin."
She said, "But I need you to make some corrections first. Look, here, it'd be better to draw it flatter." "Don't paint it so thick here,"
she said, referring to her lower abdomen and pubic hair. As I mentioned, she had a bit more fat on her lower abdomen, and her pubic hair was thick, dark, and bushy. Her
lower abdomen was a flaw, but the thickness of her pubic hair was a matter of opinion. Personally, I thought it was more attractive.
However, that was just my opinion, and I didn't object. I set up the easel, and she lay down on the sofa. The most difficult step was guiding her on how to pose. When I was studying art, this was done by the professor; we never had the chance to get close to the model. Now it was different. I had to guide her on how to pose properly. But this wasn't something that could be done just by talking. I had to move her plump buttocks with my own hands. It was truly unpleasant; I touched her smooth, creamy skin, inhaled her uniquely alluring feminine scent, and smelled the perfectly applied, expensive perfume. My arousal never ceased; my penis was hard and erect, as if I were hiding an iron rod inside me, and hiding that iron rod was no easy feat.
I finally managed to position her, and began by sketching a charcoal draft for her on the easel. This shouldn't have taken long, but she was already complaining. She said that remaining still was tiring, and having to support her head with one hand was exhausting.
I finally finished the draft and said, "Take a look, is this alright?"
She sat up, rubbing the arm she used to support her head with her other hand, and complained, "This is exhausting! Can you give me a massage?"
I didn't think it was a good idea, but her suggestion made me want to oblige, so I went over and massaged her for a while. Although she was over thirty, her skin was still smooth and soft, almost boneless, and it felt so good to touch. I didn't let go until she said she was done.
Only then did she come over to look at my draft. She was good at reading, and having worked at her company for so long, I knew that. Although a draft isn't always accurate, someone who knows how to read art can tell at a glance what the finished drawing will look like.
She was generally satisfied, except for the groin area, which she wasn't entirely happy with. She pointed there and said, "The hair here is still a bit too thick."
"This..." I said awkwardly, "It's hard to be precise. I've already drawn it less, but you still think it's too much."
She smiled and said, "Do you like it too thick
?" "Personally, yes." I said, "How about this, turn your body a little to the side, you won't be able to see it at all, then there won't be a problem."
"That's not good," she said, "I don't want people to say I don't have any hair."
"How about this," I said, "I'll revise it a few more times until you're satisfied."
"No," she said, "I have a better idea. You can trim it for me, and that'll be the standard."
"Can this be trimmed?" I said.
"You can use scissors," she said. "
Trim this part," I said, "It's dangerous, you can easily get hurt. I don't really approve of you doing it recklessly. The scissors are sharp."
She laughed and said, "What are you afraid of? There are special scissors here, small and blunt-tipped, don't you know? Come in, you trim it for me."
I was very embarrassed and said, "Wouldn't it be more satisfying if you trimmed it yourself?"
She laughed again. She said, "You just don't understand. You can't cut this kind of thing yourself. If you were to cut it yourself, would you think it would be convenient?"
I thought about it and realized that was true. This most important part of myself is precisely the part I find most inconvenient to manage, just like my hair, which is very difficult to cut well myself. If I were asked to cut myself, I would be very worried. One wrong move and my manhood would be severed, and accidentally cutting myself would be an unbearable pain.
"Come on," she said, "There are only the two of us here, what's there to be afraid of?"
I felt really embarrassed to do this. But if I refused, I was afraid it would upset her, so I half-heartedly agreed.
She took out a small pair of scissors. It was indeed a very special pair of scissors, very small and with a blunt tip, at least it wouldn't pierce the tender flesh of my vulva.
She lay down on the sofa and placed a mirror in front of my vulva. She said, "I've been wanting someone to give me a proper haircut for a long time, and now that I've found you, it's really great."
She lay on the sofa, her legs spread wide, which inevitably reminded me that she was waiting to do something else—sexual intercourse. I've never had the chance to have sex, but now I really want to.
She said, "Come here, sit here,"
patting the ground beside her. I had no choice but to sit down next to her. However, I immediately realized that sitting next to her wasn't enough; it was too awkward. She instructed me to squat down in front of her, between her legs. She spread her legs so that it would be easier for me to cut.
She had placed a towel under her so that the cut hairs would fall onto the towel and not get dirty. Her skin was so white, and amidst the black pubic hair, her light brown labia, slightly moist, were incredibly alluring.
I had never seen a woman's vulva before; it was far more beautiful and seductive than I had imagined. Of course, this was also related to her beauty, and she was also very well-proportioned. I had seen some women in pornographic magazines whose labia were turned inside out, which was disgusting to look at.
Under her guidance, I carefully trimmed her pubic hair until she was satisfied. At this point, I noticed that her vulva was very wet, and there was obvious water seeping out from the slit.
She then handed me a small towel and asked me to wipe away the trimmed hair. She sighed and said, "I'm so tired, I'll rest for a while and then come back."
She was very tired, but I was the opposite; my penis was very uncooperative and remained hard. It wouldn't go down, making me afraid to stand up.
Suddenly, she asked, "Ah Jin, do you have a girlfriend?"
This was a question I rarely had anyone to discuss, so I poured out my troubles to her.
She said, "So, you've never had sex with a woman, have you?"
I nodded, blushing. She sighed and said, "Life is just so unfair. Oh, right, you still need to trim this for me."
She was telling me to trim the hair around her labia shorter.
“Why?” I asked.
She told me that it was inconvenient because it was too long, and during intercourse, it could easily get caught in the penis, making both of us uncomfortable.
I couldn't help but ask, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No, I don’t anymore,” she said. “I’m cutting it now, mainly just in case.”
I found it difficult, but also very interesting, so I did it. I carefully cut it according to her instructions. At that moment, I was very impulsive, wanting to insert my fingers into her wet slit, but I still didn’t dare to do it.
When I finished cutting, my hands were very wet. But it wasn’t my sweat, it was her vaginal fluid. She closed her eyes, her face flushed, her legs moving, her vulva opening and closing, quite a sight. But I believe I was even more embarrassed than her.
She groaned, "Oh, Ah Jin, feel it, my whole body feels tingly, it's terrible."
"This..." I stammered, "I didn't mean to, I just can't help it."
She twisted her waist and said, "I don't care anymore, you have to go in, or I'll die."
I said, "Aren't you disgusted by me?"
Actually, I still had a lot of pride. I knew all along that she had this purpose, but I needed reassurance.
"What's there to be disgusted about?" she said.
I said, "I have a broken leg."
"Silly boy, you don't need your leg to do this," she said, "As long as the thing you need isn't broken, come on, take off your clothes."
I didn't understand why she was tempting me, but since I had this opportunity, why not give it a try? I didn't think I would lose anything. So I took off my clothes.
She opened her eyes and looked at me, and could see my hard penis. She said, "Wow, I never imagined you had such a big one! You're amazing, so great!"
Actually, I didn't think I had any particularly outstanding talent; maybe she was referring to the level of excitement. After I took off my clothes, I had to sit down next to her and remove the prosthetic leg.
She couldn't wait to reach out and grab my penis. I threw the prosthetic leg on the ground, and my body felt much lighter. My hands began to move wildly. For the first time, I inevitably used a bit too much force, and I felt like I had become too rough. I squeezed her large breasts hard and inserted the fingers of my other hand into her vagina. She cried out in pain, and then she taught me how to be gentler.
This isn't hard to learn. And I don't need to do much of this preparatory work, because the trimming just now was actually the prelude. We just huddled together like that. I hurriedly inserted my penis into this cave I'd never been to before, but for someone with no experience, this is usually not a difficult thing. If you hold a stick and put it in a place, it's easy, but now I'm not using my hands. If I were to use my hands to hold it, it wouldn't help much, because I can't see the target, and I can't spare a hand, because I wouldn't be able to support my upper body. So I rushed in and out wildly, but it felt like I hit something. Humans are truly strange; often, it takes a lot of pursuit or means to get both parties to agree to do this, but once both parties agree, it's not so easy to do it well. The hole in her vulva was really too small.
Seeing this, she smiled and said, "So you really have no sexual experience."
I said, "Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you about something like this?"
She said, "Don't move, let me guide it."
Her slender hand grasped my penis, and with a gentle release, it immediately and accurately reached its target. The glans pressed against the vaginal opening, and she said, "Now you can insert it."
I thrust in all the way. Wow, the feeling was indescribable. I didn't need her to teach me; I automatically started thrusting. It was natural. One thrust, one withdrawal. At this moment, my only fear was that I would become a premature ejaculator, finishing within ten or twenty seconds. I knew this would embarrass her, and my self-esteem would be greatly damaged. But after thrusting for a while, I knew I didn't need to worry. It turned out I could control it freely.
I was a little proud of this. Although I had never been close to women, I had done some self-training based on the introduction of some books, which involved constantly rinsing my glans with flower wine every time I took a bath.
The first few times, I ejaculated quickly, but with more attempts, the time it took to ejaculate lengthened. Now, in this clinical trial, it was truly astonishing. My thrusting caused her to cling tightly to me, her legs wrapped around my waist, shaking and moaning incessantly.
After a while, following a series of intense thrusts, she cried out loudly, holding me tightly, her whole body trembling violently as if electrocuted. I could see her neck muscles taut and prominent, her eyes tightly closed. I ejaculated at that moment as well. Wow, so good!
Then, she completely relaxed, as if her bones had disintegrated. She softly said, "Stop for a moment."
I tried to pull out, but her legs wrapped around me even tighter. She told me not to pull out, just not to move. So I did as she said.
I lay on top of Meimei, listening to her heartbeat. Actually, my heart was beating too.
I am a person with extremely strong self-esteem. From my mother, I learned that my uncle was a very selfish and despicable man. He and my father were sworn brothers, originally business partners, but out of nowhere, he forced my father out, monopolized the business, and became a wealthy and powerful man, while my father was reduced to a taxi driver. We were separated by a great age. The time I hated him the most was when I was in a traffic accident and my leg was crippled. My mother wanted to borrow some money from my uncle for medical expenses, but he refused. Such a family relationship is truly helpless.
Sometimes, I do hate myself for being so useless, having to work for my uncle's daughter. In other words, both generations of my family have been bullied by my uncle's family. Fortunately, heaven has eyes. Now, I have conquered my uncle's daughter and raped her. Psychologically, I fought this battle brilliantly.
"I'm going to fuck you to death," I glanced at her and said to myself. Although we weren't related by blood, I didn't care about anything else in order to get revenge. I didn't care if she called me a psychopath. So what if I was a psychopath? On the surface, I was having sex with her, but psychologically, I felt a
sense of vengeful joy. I wanted to humiliate her as I pleased. So I arched my body and slowly pulled my penis out. She said reluctantly, "What are you going to do?"
I smiled darkly, then struggled to my feet, put one leg on the ground to steady myself, placed my crooked leg against her chest, and pressed my still erect penis against her mouth, saying in a commanding tone, "Suck it for me."
At this moment, she was blinded by lust, as if hypnotized by me, and obediently took my penis into her mouth. I treated her mouth as a vagina without any politeness, thrusting in and out until I ejaculated again.
This lewd woman, though she gave me a hard time, still said, "Ah Jin, you're really good, you're really good."
This woman was truly vengeful
; so this is what pleasure is all about. Not only did she not complain, but she kept praising my skills, because I could still maintain such virility afterward, giving her continued satisfaction. She clung to me for a long time, and I maintained my strong erection. This really surprised me; I didn't expect my penis to be so powerful. And our prolonged contact quickly rekindled my interest. Her interest also gradually returned.
I inserted my penis into her vagina again, tried moving it a little, and she moaned again, saying, "Come on, let's do it again."
So I continued. We fought again, and I was able to deliver at my usual level, doing as I pleased, while she had no choice but to surrender. In fact, she was more exhausted than me; she was very wet, and a large patch of the sofa was soaked.
Afterwards, she said weakly, "I can't do it anymore. You've satisfied my thirst for these past few years."
I, however, remained as steady as a pillar against a raging torrent, confident that with a little rest, I would still be quite capable.
"No more, no more, please let me go," she pleaded. It was as if I could hear my uncle begging me too. So I pulled out my penis. She fell asleep almost immediately, and I was also a little tired, but I was still curious. I got up and observed closely, especially her shaved vulva, afraid that the pubic hair might get inside. And indeed, after shaving, there was no problem with it getting inside; if it hadn't been shaved, it seemed there would have been that problem.
I could see my own semen flowing backwards, and in great quantities. It was truly a strange sight. I later fell asleep too, in the opposite direction from her.
I spent the night at her house. The next day, we went wild again, and I didn't leave until dusk. She said her vulva was injured by me and would take at least a week to recover. But she did it willingly.
Like a victor, I was about to stride away when, whether from excessive force or over-excitement, I tripped and fell. I am, after all, a cripple, and this opportunity to vent my pent-up anger was truly a stroke of luck. I wonder if there will be a second chance.
I painted many portraits of Jin Meimei; in other words, my physical relationship with her lasted two months. Unexpectedly, her younger sister, Jin Meimei, found out.
Meimei is three or four years younger than Meimei, studied abroad, and has a Westernized mindset. It's said she lived with a foreigner before they separated. Their marriages are unhappy, perhaps related to their uncle's infidelity.
One day, she suddenly walked into my studio. She whispered beside me, "I know about you and my sister."
I was startled and stammered, "What is it?"
I'm not good at lying; even in a trial conversation, my flustered reaction revealed the truth.
Meimei said mysteriously, "You go to her house every weekend and sleep with her."
My face burned, and I'm sure it was burning too. She said it with such certainty that there was no point in denying it. I said, "That's our business."
Meimei chuckled, "This is an advertising company; advertising companies are best at publicity. What if I publicize your relationship?"
"Meimei," I said, "what good would that do you?"
She smiled, "I just want to benefit."
I said, "It seems you wouldn't benefit in any way."
Meimei smiled and whispered in my ear, "I want you to do it with me, tonight."
Her breath was sweet as orchids against my skin, and she even gently bit my earlobe, which immediately aroused a very strong reaction in me. If the table had been light, it would have supported my penis, and if the wooden board wasn't so hard, it might have pierced a hole. I had to quickly slide the chair back to avoid this impulse.
She said, "I'll call you after work,"
and then she walked away. Her suggestion, though a threat, was actually very tempting, and I had nothing to lose. It was easy to accept. Besides, I had a grudge against her family; since she was offering herself up, how could I not take advantage of her?
That night, Meimei arranged to meet me at her house, and she even drove to pick me up. Meimei lived alone; her house was luxuriously furnished and comfortable. She first told me to take a shower. She herself had already cleaned herself up.
I had showered and came out without wearing any clothes. Since I didn't have my prosthetic leg, I only needed a chair for support.
She had been wearing a bathrobe, but she had taken it off and was lying on the bed. She was rather thin, not as voluptuous as her sister, but she had a striking feature: although she was thin, her vulva was very full. It looked like a large peach, and the hair grew on top of this peach. It was quite a sight.
I unceremoniously reached out and found that although the peach was soft and elastic, I couldn't see any juice. She was a Westernized woman; seeing my actions, she followed suit. She grasped my thick, hard penis, not only squeezing it with her hands and looking at it with her eyes, but also sucking on it. At first, I was afraid she would get nervous and bite me, but I quickly relaxed. She treated my penis like a treasure, not even wanting to use much force; how could she bite me? Her actions made me feel like an emperor.
Although I experienced this new stimulation, I remained calm and composed, showing remarkable self-control and preventing myself from losing control. We continued like this for a long time. She was clearly aroused, but I still noticed that her vulva was dry and lacked juice. Meimei, on the other hand, was already overflowing with moisture, like a flooded pond.
She explained to me, "I'm a bit dry, but once it's inside, it won't be a problem. Now you can slowly insert it."
So I began with her. I inserted it easily, and by this time I was experienced and skilled, no longer clumsy. Dryness wasn't an issue either, because she was dry while I wasn't. After she had sucked for a long time, her saliva was plentiful, and I was no longer dry, so it was still quite smooth, reaching the end.
I discovered that her dryness was another kind of enjoyment. The friction of a dry vulva was particularly strong, thus the sensation was higher, and it also made me feel that she was particularly tight. And she also had another captivating feature: her vulva pressing against me made me feel exceptionally close. She was already making meaningless "ee-ee-oh-oh" sounds, clearly enjoying herself.
I, however, didn't have much affection for this woman. That was because she had used threats to lure me here. Therefore, I deliberately attacked her very violently, thrusting my unusually strong penis wildly, ravaging her to my heart's content. But the more I ravaged her, the more she welcomed it. Amidst her moans, she uttered a few words of praise. She said she had never experienced such a hard penis before. She was telling the truth, because her previous men were Westerners; the advantage of Westerners was their size, but the disadvantage was their softness.
At this moment, she reacted; her vagina began to produce fluid, and as she herself said, penetration was no longer a problem. The fluid wasn't much, just like a thin layer of oil, but it was enough to keep her slippery.
She quickly reached a climax, her whole body convulsing, then relaxing, her eyes rolling back, motionless as if dead. I knew she wanted to stop and rest, but I hadn't ejaculated yet, so I deliberately tormented her, continuing to thrust, penetrating again and again. My vengeful instincts resurfaced. I thought I wanted to fuck this slut to death, because she was my uncle's daughter, and any of her relatives were my enemies.
She quickly became aroused again, her reactions intensifying. She reached another climax. Since she was so easily aroused, I didn't let her rest. I was only focused on my own pleasure and revenge.
She convulsed five times in a row, and then I felt I'd had enough. After relaxing and holding back, my semen gushed out. This made her feel even more wonderful. She practically fainted, and we finally lay there motionless.
It took a long time for her to "wake up." The first thing she did was reach out and wipe herself, saying, "No man has ever made me feel like this."
"Do you want more?" I asked. I was interested again.
"No," she said, "That's enough. Come on, let me give you a bath first."
She helped me into the bathroom and washed my genitals. Her tenderness made me feel a little apologetic, because I had intentionally abused her earlier and didn't have good intentions towards her.
But it turned out she had another purpose. Back in the room, she came to suck me again. If she didn't wash it clean, she couldn't suck it so freely, it's that simple. And she was very good at sucking, she told me not to hold back, and she swallowed it all as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. This woman seemed strange.
I had conquered both of my uncle's daughters, I never thought a cripple could conquer two sluts.
I asked her, "How did you know about me and Meimei?"
She smiled at me and then told me the secret. She said the main reason was that I was missing a leg. A person's blood circulates throughout the body, but since I was missing a leg, the blood had one less place to go, and therefore, there was more blood reaching the penis, and it was particularly strong. A man needs to be engorged with blood to get hard, and the stronger the engorgement, the harder he is. Since I was missing a leg, the ability to engorge the penis was particularly strong.
She said, "Of course, there are many people who are missing a leg, but ugly ones are not good, and those who haven't received a good education are not good either, you are the rarest."
She embraced me warmly, but my heart turned cold. I thought to myself, "Damn it, how could they see me like this?" Was I getting revenge, or had I been manipulated? I couldn't tell for a moment.
I didn't say anything, and she didn't know my disgust. She had had her fill of pleasure and rested for a while. Then she suggested I go home first, and stipulated that Wednesday nights would be hers, and Saturday and Sundays would be Meimei's.
After I left, I was very conflicted. I was conflicted until Saturday. I was supposed to go to Meimei's house, but I didn't. I was still too proud. After knowing the truth, I had no appetite for intimacy with them.
The next day, Meimei came to question me, but I didn't offer any explanation. Because I understood what she saw through me, and I didn't want to explain. Psychologically, I had already avenged my uncle's injustice to my family. You could say my "mission" was complete.
I knew they wanted me to rape them, and I wouldn't be used by them. Therefore, I decided to resign, so they could suffer the torment of their desires.
After leaving, I gradually felt a pang of regret. I'm a strong, healthy man, and strong, healthy men need sex, but I had no other outlet for my needs. However, I wouldn't go back to them; that was my pride.
Fortunately, every cloud has a silver lining. I met Wanqing. She was also a disabled woman; due to a car accident, she couldn't walk and had to use a wheelchair. How we met was quite a coincidence. We belonged to the disabled community, had our own support group, and held gatherings from time to time. I also volunteered to teach art one evening a week. She was a new member, and that's how we met. What made us click instantly was that she also studied art. And Wanqing was very beautiful. Beauty, of course, was important. We got along very well. However, I couldn't approach her like an ordinary man and woman, rushing into a relationship. We are all emotionally sensitive; on one hand, we crave comfort, and on the other hand, we are terrified of being hurt. So, we developed our relationship slowly.
We had found emotional support, and although we both longed for that thing, we were able to restrain ourselves more easily. Although things progressed slowly, they actually progressed very quickly. Wanqing and I hit it off immediately, and everyone else could see it. They encouraged us to get married quickly, strongly urging us to unite, and so we soon became lovers. Finding a partner wasn't easy for us, but once we found someone compatible, we weren't willing to give up.
Soon after, we really did get married. We didn't want anything too extravagant, so we held a simple ceremony at our group's clubhouse, inviting only our parents and close relatives. Our situation was rather unique; if we had a grand affair, the guests would have pointed at us and said things like, "This one doesn't have one leg," or "That one doesn't have two legs," making all sorts of comments, which would have been very embarrassing for us. Simplicity was better. On our wedding
night, I was very nervous, and Wanqing was naturally very nervous too, as she was still a virgin. Under the soft light, I undressed her, and she shyly complied. She had a beautiful body, not to mention her legs, and it wasn't her fault she lost them.
Her figure was quite different from Meimei and Meimei; she was much younger. She was very sensitive. When I lightly touched her tender breasts, her reaction was incredibly passionate. Her nipples were hard as peanuts, and her vaginal fluids soaked even her pubic hair.
Then I took her. We didn't have many difficulties. I believe that even without experience, it wouldn't be difficult, because there were no legs to obstruct us. The only difficulty was her tight vagina. But as long as it was slow and she was wet, it would be easy. And she wasn't the type with a thick hymen; I didn't feel any membrane breaking before I reached the end. Then I could start thrusting.
Wanqing reached orgasm during the thrusting, and her enjoyment was extremely high. After one time, she quickly reached orgasm again, and again and again. The first night was incredibly fulfilling. She didn't find my strength bothersome at all; in fact, she said sex was very enjoyable and would
continue to be so. We were truly in sync. With this happy marriage, my heart was at peace, and I never wanted to hold any grudges against my uncle's family again.

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