I personally witnessed my cousin's wife having an affair with the village chief.

My name is Asheng, and I am currently a young associate chief physician in the gynecology department of a large hospital in Dongguan, Guangdong. Readers might be wondering why a grown man would choose to be a gynecologist when there are many other specialties available. To answer that, please bear with me as I begin.
My hometown is a remote and impoverished limestone village in Qingyuan, Guangdong. In the 1980s, although Guangdong was already a relatively developed province in mainland China, my hometown was still a key poverty-stricken area that relied on government subsidies for survival. Because arable land was extremely scarce, almost all the adults, especially the men, went to work or do business in the Pearl River Delta, leaving mostly the elderly, women, and the less fortunate behind.
My parents were among the first to go to the Pearl River Delta to make a living. Through their hard work, they quickly established their own decoration company in Shenzhen, and I soon followed them there to study and live.
I remember when I was 12, I graduated from elementary school and had summer vacation. My parents were too busy with work to take care of me, and my grandparents back home had called several times asking me to come back and keep them company. So, my parents sent me back to
my hometown alone. When I got there, I found it was a small mountain village with a small population. Many people who went to work in other places brought their children with them, and I couldn't find a single playmate. To make matters worse, my grandparents and uncle constantly nagged me about trivial things, which was incredibly annoying. Staying home all day, I always wanted to escape. Luckily, I later discovered a farmer's house at the edge of the village where he kept his tools. This became the only place I liked to play during the holidays.
One day, right after lunch, I ran to this house. That morning, I had found some eggs in the grove near the village, and I remembered a tall pile of dry straw in one corner of the house. I climbed to the top and hid them there. Just then, I heard the door being pushed open. Not wanting anyone to discover my secret, I lay motionless in the straw pile, observing. I saw two people slip in through the gate, one after the other. They immediately slammed the door shut, bolted it, and one of them even used a stick to brace the door from the inside. As they turned around, I finally saw through the gaps in the straw that they were a man and a woman. The man was our village chief, nearly 60 years old, and the woman was my cousin's wife, who had been married to him less than six months prior! The village chief was leading my cousin's wife towards the straw pile. Out of curiosity, I watched their movements closely, my mind racing with questions: What were they doing here at this hour?
The old village chief had been in charge of our village for many years. In the countryside, a village chief held immense prestige and power; his words were like an imperial edict. Therefore, the old village chief was highly respected, and many people feared him. My cousin's wife isn't a local. My parents told me her hometown is in Shanxi. My cousin and father met her while working on a renovation project in Shenzhen. After living together for over a year, she became pregnant. Because my cousin and his wife weren't of legal marriage age, my cousin sent her back to their hometown to give birth. I once heard my father tell my cousin that his wedding banquet and the baby's one-month celebration were held together, which my uncle said was a double celebration.
Anyway, before the village chief even reached the haystack, he grabbed my cousin's wife by the waist and started slapping her face and mouth repeatedly. At first, she kept turning her face away, pushing his face away with one hand, seemingly pouting and saying, "Why are you in such a hurry?" and "Look at you, why did you drink so much again? Are you even capable of anything?" The village chief, with a grinning and impatient expression, spoke in broken Mandarin: "I'm so impatient! You haven't given me anything in so long! I've missed you so much!" and "Here you go, beauty, I'll treat you well!" As he spoke, his hands slipped under my cousin's clothes, his large hands grabbing and groping her breasts. At this moment, I saw my cousin seem unsteady, leaning her head back against the village chief who was tightly holding her, repeatedly saying, "I knew you were bad, you're a big pervert!" I also saw my cousin's hand reach over to touch the village chief's already bulging crotch.
Although I was only 12 years old at the time, and my understanding of matters between men and women was limited, if I had wondered what they were up to when they first came in, by this point, as a primary school graduate, I was perfectly capable of judging their intentions, especially since I had already lived in Shenzhen for almost four years! Seeing this, I felt a subtle change in my physiology. My penis had grown incredibly hard, and my blood felt like it was being boiled alive. I could hear my heart pounding. The house was surrounded by dense trees, making it both secluded and cool. Even so, seeing the village chief and my cousin's actions and hearing their explicit sexual conversation, I immediately felt parched and sweaty.
The old village chief touched my cousin's breasts for a while, but didn't seem fully satisfied. He roughly laid my cousin's limp body down next to the haystack, then deftly unbuttoned her pretty floral blouse with both hands, pushing up her bra, revealing her large, white breasts. The village chief knelt on the ground, greedily covering my cousin's nipples with his mouth and sucking hard, while his large hand rapidly unbuttoned and pushed down her jeans. My cousin's wife lay on the haystack, making low moaning sounds. When the village chief unbuttoned her jeans, she lifted her waist, allowing him to easily pull her underwear down to near her calves. The village chief withdrew his hand from her pants, his palm stroking her pubic bone, which was covered in thick pubic hair. My cousin's wife slowly kicked her legs back and forth, first kicking off her high-heeled sandals, then her underwear and jeans, and then slightly bending her legs and spreading them apart. This allowed the village chief's large hand to touch her entire genitals without any obstruction. While touching her with one hand, he took off his shirt with the other, then unbuckled his belt and trousers. Then the village chief stood up and kicked off his trousers and shoes. Only then did I realize that the village chief was actually panting heavily like an ox pulling a plow. The village chief changed his position, spreading his cousin's legs wider, then knelt beneath them and reached out to touch her vulva. He said, "XX, you're so wet today. I'm going to fuck you at least twice. What do you say?" His cousin then sat up, pulling out a towel from somewhere and laying it on the straw. She said to the village chief, "Let me be on top the first time." The village chief said, "No, no. You'll kill me if you do that." He picked her up and placed her on the towel, then said with a grin, "After I'm on top this time, you can come up later." Before he finished speaking, he pressed himself against her, not letting her speak. The village chief straightened his thick, dark penis, aimed it at her vulva, and thrust halfway in. "Ah!—Oh!" His cousin immediately exhaled. The village chief immediately began thrusting rapidly. With a series of "sizzling sounds," the cousin-in-law writhed beneath him, moaning softly. As the speed of his thrusts increased, so did the frequency of her moans. Suddenly, she even used her hands to hold her beautiful legs high in a V-shape. The village chief abruptly stopped thrusting. His upper body, which had been supporting him with his hands, now rested on her smooth, white body. He hugged her tightly, and she released her legs, instead wrapping her arms around his neck. A long, drawn-out "woo!—woo!" sound escaped her lips, a sound that was neither a laugh nor a cry. They remained embracing each other for less than a minute before the cousin-in-law pushed the village chief over. He lay sprawled on a pile of dry straw, panting heavily, like a dead pig.
Then, without speaking or moving, they lay quietly on the dry straw. After about ten minutes, the village chief reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, sat up, leaned against the straw, and began to smoke rings with a look of great enjoyment. At this moment, his sister-in-law lay on her side on the village chief's lap, using her soft, slender hand to stroke his limp penis, saying coquettishly, "Look how useless you are! You're done with your pleasure and then you leave me behind." The village chief, while smoking, stroked his sister-in-law's hair, then her backside, then placed his hand on her soft, white breasts and rubbed them, saying, "My darling, don't rush! Rest a bit, I promise I'll make you feel like a god!" "Liar! Only a fool would believe you! Look at your penis, it can't even get up!" "Ugh! You rascal, tell him to get up! I still want it!" "Okay, okay, okay! It'll be ready soon!" "Ugh! You're lying, look how soft it is, it's even softer than a deflated balloon, how can you tell him to give it to me! Ugh—! I want it—! I want it to get hard right away!" "Alright! Alright! Just wait a little longer, it'll be ready soon! If it still doesn't work, you can blow it up for me." "I won't do it, I've never blown it up for my husband at home." "Come on!" The village chief grabbed his cousin's hair and shoved her head towards his penis. His cousin tried to pull her head back, but the village chief grabbed her hair, and her whole face was pressed against the village chief's crotch. His cousin tried to say something, but the village chief moved his hips slightly and spread his legs, and his cousin was now lying face down on the hay, her face directly facing the village chief's penis. The village chief held his cousin's head in his hands, his legs like a pair of large pincers, wrapping around her waist under her armpits, so that she could only lie on her stomach like a female dog. "Open your mouth, quickly take it in, suck hard!" the village chief said. Strangely enough, the cousin's wife obediently closed her eyes and opened her cherry-like mouth, slowly inserting the village chief's penis little by little into her mouth. At first, the movements were slow, inserting a little and then spitting it out, then inserting a little more and spitting it out again, but later the movements became faster and faster, and the penis was inserted deeper and deeper into her mouth. Strangely enough, the old village chief's originally limp and powerless penis, after being manipulated by the cousin's mouth, swelled up like an inflated tire, becoming even thicker and stronger than the first time. I could even see that the old village chief's penis, which was originally full of wrinkles, had swollen to the point that the veins and bulges were visible on the surface, and the tip of the penis was stretched so thick that it was shiny and black, much larger than a ping-pong ball. Suddenly, my cousin's wife sprang up from the ground, cupping her large, white, and tender breasts in her hands and offering them to the village chief's mouth. The village chief readily accepted, sucking on one breast vigorously. After a while, my cousin's wife stood up, one leg on the haystack and the other draped over the village chief's shoulder, directly offering her vulva to his mouth. The village chief cupped my cousin's wife's smooth buttocks in his hands, opened his mouth, and extended his long tongue, licking her vulva repeatedly. My cousin's wife reacted unusually intensely to this licking; she frantically grabbed at her large, white breasts. Perhaps still breastfeeding, I saw that as she frantically grabbed at her breasts, white milk spurted from her nipples, spraying onto the haystack. My cousin's wife's body writhed wildly with the village chief's gentle licking, her head swaying uncontrollably from side to side, emitting indistinct moans of "Oh—! Oh! Oh—! Oh!…" I don't know how long they were being licked, but suddenly I noticed my cousin's wife's body seemed to convulse. She pulled her legs back from the village chief's shoulders, then straddled him, panting heavily. One hand held his throbbing, erect penis, and she plunged herself into his already gushing, wet vagina, letting out a long cry—"Ah—!"—completely submerging his large penis. Then, my cousin's wife bounced wildly up and down like she was riding a horse. The village chief initially grabbed her breasts with his large hands, constantly shouting, "So good!—So comfortable! Ugh—! Faster—! Harder! Squeeze tight—! Oh!…." They continued like this, alternating between fast and slow movements, for nearly 30 minutes. Then, a slightly wrinkled, bronze-colored body and two smooth, white mounds of flesh embraced tightly, and time and space seemed to freeze. At this moment, only the heavy breathing of two people at different rhythms (actually, it should be the heavy breathing of three people) could be heard in the room.
The first encounter between my cousin-in-law and the village chief, from entering the house and undressing to the village chief rolling off her, lasted less than 20 minutes. If we consider the time from penetration to ejaculation, it was at most a mere 4-5 minutes. The second encounter, however, lasted nearly 30 minutes from penetration to ejaculation. For a young woman in her early twenties, a second round would be no problem, but for a man nearing 60, such energy and physique at that age is truly admirable! In fact, in my years of clinical experience, such cases are extremely rare.
Imagine a 12-year-old child witnessing such a stimulating sexual scene up close—what would the result be? At that moment, I felt as if my body was crawling with caterpillars, unbearably itchy, my mouth was dry and bitter, and my penis felt an intense, throbbing pain from needing to urinate. Finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer and urinated. Strangely enough, the amount of urine was much less than usual, but when my penis came out, I felt an indescribable pleasure and comfort. When I urinated, I was afraid the village chief and my cousin's wife would find out I was peeping at them, so I closed my eyes and bit my lip tightly to keep quiet. Later, when I grew up, I learned that it was my first nocturnal emission, and that's how the village chief and my cousin's wife took my virginity!
Perhaps because I witnessed such a remarkable performance up close at such a young age, when I returned to Shenzhen after a holiday, I told my parents what I had seen. They repeatedly told me to erase it from my memory, as if it had never happened. They also repeatedly warned me never to tell anyone. But the impression it left on me was so deep that later in middle school, besides schoolwork, I focused all my energy on studying the female body and physiology. During middle school, the extracurricular books I read most often were "Family Doctor," "Popular Medicine," and of course, Hong Kong and Taiwan pornographic magazines. Besides the science subjects that boys liked, my best academic subject was "Physiology and Hygiene," and my first choice for university after graduating high school was medical school. Today, I have a fairly good job, and in a comfortable environment, I can see all sorts of women's genitals of different sizes and shapes every day. Actually, I have to thank my cousin-in-law; she gave me the knowledge and interest in female physiology.
Although my job allows me to see breasts and genitals of different ages, professions, personalities, and shapes and sizes effortlessly every day, what I desire and am most obsessed with is still my cousin-in-law's white, slender breasts and her moist, lustrous vulva. Sometimes I even fantasize about her vagina.

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