Mountain Village Young Woman

(I)

My husband and I scrimped and saved, finally opening our own small grocery store in town. Although small, business was booming because the town was located at the junction of three provinces, a crucial transit point for travelers from both the north and south. But fate is unpredictable. On his way to buy goods, my husband was hit by a drunk driver. He spent three months in the hospital, miraculously surviving, but his lower limbs were paralyzed. Although the driver was sentenced to a year in prison and the insurance company provided 20,000 yuan in disability compensation, he was essentially useless.

During the time I cared for him, I closed the store and stayed by his side. Every day after meals, I would massage his legs for two hours, hoping that one day he could stand up again and regain his male function.

My sexual desire has always been very strong. For over ten years of marriage, whenever we were together at night, I always made advances, leaving my husband exhausted. Strangely enough, since my husband's illness, I haven't had any sexual desires. Despite touching and stroking my husband's lifeless penis every day with my hands, mouth, breasts, and even my genitals, I felt no sexual desire. I only wanted him to stand up again, even if it was just to regain some sensation.

My husband often said to me with tears in his eyes, "My life is over. You're only 37. You should remarry and leave me alone." The more he advised me like this, the more heartbroken I felt. Even if I never had sex again, I would never leave him. To treat his illness, I searched everywhere for folk remedies, trying everything from sheep testicles and dog penises to pig testicles. Day after day, for a whole year, with food and treatment, my money gradually ran out. I had to reopen my grocery store to earn some money to make ends meet.

In the store, there were often drivers who bought cigarettes and alcohol. These long-distance drivers were worldly-wise and very rough around the edges. Although I'm nearing middle age, because I had children early after marriage and recovered quickly, my breasts are still very full and perky, possessing a charm that surpasses that of a young girl. So sometimes when they give me change, they'll pinch my chest with a grin and say, "Keep the change, let the older brother give you a kiss, and I'll give you five yuan." I've seen this so many times that I've gotten used to it. Perhaps it's because I haven't been with men for too long, but every time they take advantage of me, looking at their muscular bodies, my lower body always feels unbearably hot. I often can't sleep well all night, and when I wake up, my underwear is always wet. Sigh! Why is my life so miserable?

That day, it was incredibly hot, and there wasn't a soul on the street. The shop was like a sauna, and sweat clung to my skirt. At noon, there weren't many customers either. I took a chair and sat by the door watching two shirtless teenagers playing soccer under the shade of a tree. One of them, chasing after a ball, was tripped by his teammate and fell onto a rock, his arm immediately bleeding. His teammate, seeing this, ran away in fright, leaving him standing there, clutching his arm in a daze. I quickly ran over, pulled him back to the shop, and cleaned his wound.

"Look at you, so careless! Does it hurt?"

"A little," he said, looking down.

"How old are you?"

"18." Two years younger than my son!

Looking at his childlike face and still-developing body, my heart ached. "Don't move, Auntie will find you some antiseptic, just put it on." I climbed the ladder and rummaged through the upper shelves for antiseptic and bandages.

"What's your name?!" I asked him as I searched, but he didn't answer. I looked down and was startled; the boy was staring intently at my skirt. Because of the heat, I was only wearing very small panties, and my pubic hair was very thick, all showing. This kid... I felt a sudden heat between my legs and almost fell off the ladder. After getting the medicine, I noticed a bulge in the crotch of his shorts.

"What did you see just now?" I started bandaging him.

His face turned red instantly: "Nothing."

"Look, your face is all red, and you still say you didn't see anything. Did you see Auntie's shorts?" "Yes." He lowered his head.

"What else did you see?" My vagina started to itch and became a little wet.

"I also saw..." His head lowered even further, but his shorts bulged even more.

"I also saw Auntie's pubic hair, didn't I?" My juices flowed down.

He turned to leave, but I grabbed him: "Tell Auntie, am I pretty?" "Pretty."

"Tell the truth, do you want to see Auntie's body?"

"Yes." He whispered.

I stood up, closed the shop door, and locked it. "Okay, Auntie will let you see." I said, taking off my dress.

Because of the heat and sweat, my breasts had slipped halfway out of my bra, and my panties were soaked. The boy stared wide-eyed, greedily eyeing my body. I unhooked my bra, took his hand, and gently placed it on my breast, feeling him tremble.

"Come on, boy, gently caress it."

The sensation from my breasts reminded me of my first sexual experience, and the feeling grew stronger, my vagina began to flow with lustful fluid again.

"Come on, boy, let Auntie see yours." Saying this, I pulled down his shorts. I saw his penis, about three inches long, standing erect, with a few sparse hairs around it, and the foreskin wasn't fully retracted. I used my hand to pull back his foreskin and stroked it up and down, and the boy began to groan. Suddenly, he had an erection, and his semen shot out, covering my hand; this was probably his virgin semen!

The boy's face turned even redder: "I'm sorry, Auntie."

"It's okay, it's always like this the first time." I pulled down my panties as well, the semen on my hand mixed with the lustful fluid from my vagina, staining my pubic hair. "Come on, put your hand here." I guided his hand into my vagina, while my hand began to stroke his penis.

Soon, his penis was hard again. I couldn't hold back any longer. I leaned over the ladder, sticking my butt out, exposing my wet vagina: "Quick! Fuck Auntie with your penis." My vagina convulsed. The boy stood behind me, bewildered. I quickly guided him into my vagina, which was dripping with vaginal fluid. I felt a slight swelling, and his penis slid in.

The little guy thrust vigorously behind me, and because of the excessive vaginal fluid, it often slipped out, requiring me to push it back in each time. In this intermittent process, I reached orgasm. The little guy, having just ejaculated, had a persistent erection, and I finally had to use my hand to help him ejaculate for the second time in his life.

Oh, a year had passed, and my vagina was filled and moistened for the first time. Although it was so small, I felt it was more stimulating and satisfying than my first time.

(II)

My name is Shufen. After graduating from high school, I worked at the town's department store until I met my husband. That year, my husband was discharged from the army and came to the town's auto repair shop. We got married through an introduction. Soon after our marriage, we had a son. After that, we both quit our jobs and opened our own grocery store. Just as things were starting to get better, my husband was in a car accident.

I had to take care of my husband and son, run the store, and endure the torment of sexual urges all by myself. I simply couldn't take it anymore. Until one day, a little guy accidentally entered my life and awakened the repressed sexual desire within me. From then on, I found meaning in life.

Yes, although my husband's body was failing, I could find my own way! So I often used my hands, sausages, and even eggplants and cucumbers to masturbate while cooking. One time, I suddenly had an idea. After my son fell asleep that night, I went to my husband's bedside, took off all my clothes, got on the bed, and knelt in front of my husband's face. He looked at me in surprise, but quickly understood what I meant. He parted my pubic hair with his hands and began to lick my vulva with his tongue. "Ah..." My juices flowed again.

I squatted in front of my husband's face as if I were urinating, my anus and vagina facing his mouth. "Ah...faster...harder, put it in...oh...so good," I moaned.

My husband parted my labia with his hands and forcefully thrust his tongue inside. This was the first time in a year that his body had entered mine. My body felt like it was on fire; I felt waves of contractions inside my vagina, both itchy and numb.

Suddenly, my husband's tongue withdrew, and I couldn't help but whisper, "Hurry, put it in!" "You have too much pubic hair; it's hurting my face." My husband had never performed oral sex on me before. My pubic hair was thick and coarse, a black, bushy mass covering my entire vulva, making me very careful when wearing clothes in the summer. On a whim, I ran naked to the kitchen, brought out a basin of hot water, and picked up my husband's razor: "I usually shave you, but today I want you to shave my 'beard'." "I don't know how."

"You'll learn if you try. Besides, it'll help you get some exercise. Come on!" As I spoke, I lathered my pubic hair with soap. My husband sighed helplessly and carefully began shaving my lower abdomen with the razor. As clumps of pubic hair were shaved off, my vulva was gradually revealed. The "shh-shh-shh" sound seemed to echo in my heart, and my whole body itched, like countless tiny ants biting me. Streams of vaginal fluid seeped from my little pussy.

"All done." My husband wiped my smooth vulva with a towel. I looked down and saw my vulva bulging high and white, like a steamed bun, with a slit in the middle, constantly seeping vaginal fluid, like a ripe peach splitting open. This was the first time I had seen my vulva since giving birth to my son, and my face felt hot. My husband laughed and said, "This is a steamed bun, it's described in the book." This was the first time I'd seen him smile since his injury.

"Want to try my steamed bun?" I said coquettishly.

"I... I can't, I'm too tired." My husband hadn't been this active since his injury.

My vagina was sore and swollen, it was so uncomfortable. I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed my husband's hand, and forced it into my vagina. My husband just watched me. "I'm so anxious." Because I couldn't get any strength in his hand, my vagina felt numb and itchy deep inside. I really wanted to find a scratcher to scratch it. I looked around and found my husband's crutch. I'd spent over five hundred yuan to buy it for him after his injury. It was a non-steel rod about an inch thick with a rubber sheath at the end, and it had never been used. I grabbed it and rubbed the tip of the crutch hard against my vagina.

"You'll hurt yourself." My husband's eyes widened, and he reached out to snatch it.

I couldn't hear anything anymore. In my eyes, the cane was a giant penis, its rubber head stimulating me like a thick glans. I sat on the bed, gripping it with both hands: "Quick, go in!" My giant penis, with a "plop," went in about three inches.

"Ah...ah..." It felt so good. I moved back and forth, it was like a magic wand, driving my body and my mind. All my senses were concentrated in my vagina, my whole being had become a giant vagina.

I moved back and forth like a madman, feeling waves of orgasm emanating from my "steamed bun," spreading throughout my body until it overwhelmed me.

I collapsed on the bed, the cane, soaked with my juices, still inserted in my vagina. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a jolt between my legs. My husband had pulled the cane out.

"Hmph, you said you bought it for me! You spent over five hundred yuan on a giant penis yourself." My husband pretended to be angry.

"You're bad, you're so bad..." I punched my husband with my hands.

Although the cane was taken away, my vagina still twitched intermittently, as if it were still there. From then on, I had a new tool for masturbation.

When I finished cleaning everything and helped my husband dry his body, I found a drop of clear liquid on his glans.

(III)

Since my husband and I started playing the game of eating steamed buns, I have noticed that my husband's spirits have improved a lot. Every evening, he would ask for steamed buns, which made my son ask me, "Didn't Dad just finish eating? Why do you want to eat again?" I laughed and said, "Your dad found that eating more steamed buns can help him recover." "Then I'll eat too."

"Eat up!" I picked up a steamed bun and gave it to my son. Did my son discover our secret of eating steamed buns? This kid, when he was a child, was beaten up by me for peeping at me while I was taking a bath.

My husband smiled more often, and his body seemed to be recovering. He often felt a faint sensation in his feet and could sit up. It seems that the power of the spirit cannot be ignored! With

my husband's health improving, I focused my energy on the grocery store again.

That morning, I had just finished receiving the goods and was tidying up the store when I heard a knock at the door. Who could be buying something so early? I opened the door and saw a man with a full beard standing outside. He was very tall and had an indescribable smell about him. He looked familiar, but the backlighting made it hard to see clearly. Maybe he was a driver who often passed by.

"What do you want to buy?" I asked. "I... I don't want anything," the man said awkwardly. I looked at him, feeling like I'd seen him somewhere before.

Under my gaze, he seemed flustered: "I want to buy a pack of cigarettes." He paid, picked up the cigarettes, and was about to leave. "Come back!" He was startled and turned around. It was him, the damned driver who hit my husband! He had a full beard, and for a moment I didn't recognize him.

I ran over the counter and grabbed him: "You... you bastard, you've ruined me!" I cursed as I punched him. He didn't move until I was exhausted and leaned against the wall. Then he took off his hat and slowly said, "It's me. I just got out of prison." "What are you doing here? Haven't you hurt us enough?" I gasped.

He opened his newly bought cigarettes, took one out, lit it slowly, and took a deep drag. "No, I'm sorry. A year ago, I came home from a drive and found my wife sleeping with the village accountant. I grabbed a knife to chop those two bastards up. They yelled, but everyone stopped me. I was furious and drank too much, and that's how this happened." I looked at him again. "Go on." "

I was sentenced to a year in prison, paid your family 20,000 yuan, and my wife divorced me, taking the rest of our assets. I'm homeless, so I came out to see you first, and then I'll go and deal with that scoundrel." He gritted his teeth.

"And then?"

"We'll see."

I was a little scared and grabbed his arm. "Aren't you afraid of being sentenced to death?" "What's the point of a man living like this?"

Without realizing it, I felt a little sorry for him. It turned out he was a victim too. I took out a roast chicken and handed it to him: "Here, have something to eat first." I also handed him a can of Coke. He ate a few mouthfuls, then opened the Coke and gulped down two more mouthfuls: "Haha! I've never eaten anything this delicious in my dreams." Looking at his rugged face and masculine physique, I felt a little flustered. Just then, he looked at me, and I quickly lowered my head. Because I had been stocking goods that morning, I was covered in sweat, and my shirt clung tightly to my body. I wasn't wearing a bra, and

I could only see two red nipples on my chest, moving up and down with my breathing. His breathing was a little rapid. I stood up and pushed him away, saying, "Go away, I never want to see you again!" He reached out, and I leaned into his arms. A masculine scent enveloped me, and my vagina felt slightly hot. I wanted to push him away, but I was powerless. His strong arms held me tightly, and my heart pounded faster and faster, as if it would jump out of my throat. I couldn't say a word.

The man kicked the door shut, pulled out a hand to lock it, and leaned down to kiss me. "Oh my god! This is the culprit that caused my misfortune." I thought to myself, but a warm flow ran down my legs, just like the feeling of not wearing a sanitary napkin when I had my period.

I dodged left and right, but this only intensified the friction between my nipples and his body, making me even hotter. I felt his hard penis pressing against my vulva, and I finally broke down, no longer resisting. His hairy beard tickled my face and chest, making me tremble all over: "Good man, fuck me! I can't take it anymore!" He ripped off my pants, tearing them open as well, and reached his large hands towards my smooth vulva.

"Ah...ah..." he cried out, pulling down his own pants and thrusting his penis in right in front of me. "Ah..." I cried out in pain because of the wrong angle. Then came a new sensation, because his penis was thick and large, thrusting in at an angle, directly stimulating my clitoris. My whole body felt like it had been electrocuted, and I could no longer stand, collapsing to the ground.

He went berserk, shoving me to the ground. I lay sprawled on the floor, spread-eagled, and he knelt between my legs, grabbing his penis and thrusting it into my vagina. I cooperated fully, thrusting forward whenever my vagina itched. His large penis was like a magic itch reliever, making me feel incredibly good. He grabbed my nipples with both hands, slamming his body against me forcefully.

"Ah...ah..." With his cry, I felt a surge of heat rushing through my clitoris, and my orgasm arrived simultaneously. I felt my vagina contract and tightly grip his penis, and we both collapsed to the ground. After

a long while, I nudged him: "Hey, tell me, what do you guys do in prison?" "Some guys pick on the young newcomers and climb on top of them in the middle of the night to fuck their asses." "Disgusting. What about you?" "The day I went in, a guy was getting out of prison. He

killed someone in a car accident and got two years in prison. Before he left, he slipped me a piece of paper, and I saw it was a clock."

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