[Modern Emotions] Crimson Lust

[Synopsis] After the "Women Are Always the Most Passionate" movement arrived, Xu Xiaoli no longer searched for her major courses in the library. Revolution must have revolutionary theory. Her grades in mathematics, physics, and chemistry were not outstanding. However, in learning and mastering revolutionary theory, she utilized her strengths in the humanities, quickly becoming a theorist on continuing the revolution, and was thus elected as the propaganda minister of the "Revolutionary Corps Against the Revolution"...

(Part 1) A New Discovery by a Worker Rebel

1.

In 1966, all universities in the country stopped enrolling students, but the revolutionary enthusiasm of young people burned higher than the sky. Xu Xiaoli was one such person.

After the "Women Are Always the Most Passionate" movement arrived, Xu Xiaoli no longer searched for her major courses in the library. Revolution must have revolutionary theory. Her grades in mathematics, physics, and chemistry were not outstanding. However, in learning and mastering revolutionary theory, she utilized her strengths in the humanities, quickly becoming a theorist on continuing the revolution, and was thus elected as the propaganda minister of the "Revolutionary Corps Against the Revolution."

Under Xu Xiaoli's theoretical guidance, the "Revolutionary Corps of the Anti-Revolutionaries" was the first to leave the school and unite with the "Fenglei Workers' Rebel General Headquarters Organization."

At this joint meeting, Xu Xiaoli met Guan Dapeng. Guan Dapeng had joined the joint leadership as the "Action Minister" of the General Headquarters. What was an Action Minister? It was a minister of fighting, a minister of armed conflict. When the leaders of both organizations were arguing over the new positions, Guan Dapeng voluntarily offered to relinquish his ministerial-level position.

He said, "What's the point of arguing? Revolution is the most important thing! Not being a minister won't kill me! Whoever wants my Action Minister position can have it." At the start of the Cultural Revolution, Guan Dapeng was only 25 years old, a burly man, and a manual laborer before the movement. He was a natural-born fighter, always achieving armed victory in every action, validating Chairman Mao's famous assertion that "political power grows out of the barrel of a gun." Few could fill the role of Action Minister without him. At Guan Dapeng's insistence, he refused the title of Minister. Later, many people felt he had been taken advantage of, and to make up for his loss, they appointed him as the battalion commander, though he was still addressed as "Minister" to outsiders.

This act of relinquishing his official position for the sake of the revolution provided Xu Xiaoli with a model for propaganda. She proactively contacted Guan Dapeng, interviewed him, and wrote an article praising him, which was printed in the local war report. She viewed Guan Dapeng with special regard; during one armed conflict, Guan Dapeng, shirtless, led the "Action Department," his well-developed pectoral muscles adorned with a Chairman Mao badge, his dark, muscular body radiating fervent energy, which stirred a heat in her lower abdomen.

However, Xu Xiaoli never considered having sex with Guan Dapeng; after all, she was a rare college graduate, while he was just a worker with only a primary school education. In comparison, Yu Wenbin, the deputy commander of the Workers' General Headquarters, was more suitable for her. They had been dating for over a year. This thin, fair-skinned young man possessed a fiery passion for the revolution, yet was exceptionally gentle and considerate towards her. They were true comrades-in-arms, sharing the same trench under the shining light of Mao Zedong Thought, their hearts intertwined.

Xu Xiaoli and Yu Wenbin vowed that, in order to fulfill the important task entrusted to them by Chairman Mao, they would only date and not marry, until the final victory of the Cultural Revolution.

2.

Guan Dapeng came from a poor peasant family and was originally a boiler worker in a steel factory. His days of wielding coal and shoveling coal had honed his strength. In winter, while others wore cotton-padded clothes, shoes, and trousers and still shivered from the cold, he only needed a thin jacket. His large, fleshy frame made the jacket bulge, as if the fabric would tear at the slightest exertion.

Such a person, if bold enough, would easily rise to prominence during political movements. After the Cultural Revolution began, Guan Dapeng quickly rose to become the head of the Action Department of the Workers' General Headquarters, thanks to his ruthlessness during criticism sessions and his reckless bravery in charging into battle.

A lowly worker became a minister? Guan Dapeng didn't care about being a minister or anything like that. At first, he only knew that following Chairman Mao was the right thing to do. Later, during the movements and armed struggles, the surging energy in his strong, ox-like body was released, which calmed his restless heart caused by excessive testosterone.

However, he soon learned about another benefit of the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution.

The General Staff Headquarters had a special office and bedroom reserved for Guan Dapeng. The room was simple: a desk, a rattan chair, and a large wooden bed that could fit two people. This large bamboo bed was confiscated by the rebels from the home of a professor with overseas connections; it was finely crafted, sturdy, and comfortable to lie on. One hot summer night, Guan Dapeng was about to go to sleep.

"Bang, bang, bang," someone knocked on the door.

"Damn it, I just got back! Who is it?" He sat on the edge of the bed, about to take off his short-sleeved shirt.

"Minister Guan, it's me, Xiao Yang!" A soft female voice came from outside the door.

Guan Dapeng buttoned up his shirt, lifted his buttocks, strode to the door, and opened it.

"Minister Guan, I'm sorry to disturb your rest." The young woman was pale, her eyelids lowered, her hands clenched in front of her.

Guan Dapeng's eyes lit up; he immediately remembered this woman who had stood in the middle of the dance floor, wearing a floral dress and with a rosy complexion—she was a teacher at the factory-run primary school. In the light shining through the crack in the door, he saw her two short, thick braids, a plain short-sleeved shirt, blue trousers, and a pair of plastic sandals that showed her feet.

"Come in! Tell me slowly!" He pushed open the door, letting her pass by him, then leaned halfway out, glanced at the dark hallway, and closed the door behind him.

Guan Dapeng gazed at Xiao Yang's slender back, her fair and delicate neck, and the alluring fragrance emanating from her. He stiffened his neck, swallowed hard, and asked insincerely, "What do you want with me so late at night?" She didn't go to the middle of the room, but stood just a step from the entrance, her body facing the window. "Minister Guan, I, I..." He walked around behind her to face her, turning his head to look at her beautiful face and long eyelashes. "Sit down and talk slowly!" He pointed to the wooden bed.

"Minister Guan, please, have mercy, please let them release Ren Hong." She suddenly sobbed softly, her eyes reddening, tears welling up from beneath her long eyelashes.

"Who is Ren Hong? I don't know him. Who is he to you?" "He's my fiancé." She choked back sobs, her body trembling.

"Fiancé?" Guan Dapeng stood before her, brazenly sizing up the woman before him. She was young, beautiful, innocent, and possessed a "seductive" figure.

"Oh! So it's him! Don't let his young age fool you, he's a counter-revolutionary!" Guan Dapeng suddenly remembered seeing this man at a denunciation meeting; he wore thick-rimmed glasses, his messy hair was soaked with sweat, and he screamed incessantly during his "airplane" scene. He scrutinized the woman before him; this was the first time he had been alone with a beautiful woman. He watched her breasts heave from her blue overalls, her fair neck peeking out from the faded collar, and suddenly felt thirsty. "Damn it, that old intellectual is so lucky to marry such a young and beautiful wife! I'm still a bachelor!" "Minister Guan, Ren Hong is young and ignorant, he offended you. I'm here to apologize!" she said, bowing her head as she raised her right hand to wipe the tears streaming down her face.

Guan Dapeng crossed his arms over his chest, staring at her silently.

"Commander Guan, I'm kneeling before you! Please! Let Ren Hong go! They beat him every day, I can't take it anymore!" The woman's legs gave way, and she knelt before him, her head almost touching his thigh. But Guan Dapeng's mind was already wandering. He thought back to when he was working the boiler; which of these fair-skinned, pretty women would even give him a second glance? He suddenly remembered the crude jokes of the boiler workers, "Dapeng, why do

n't you just lay eggs? Have you ever tasted a woman's breasts? They're even more delicious than braised pork!"

"You really want to save him?" He lowered his hands from his chest and reached to touch her smooth, black hair.

She suddenly looked up, tears streaming down her face. A surge of desire was rising within him, and Guan Dapeng smacked his lips, saying, "He's guilty of a capital offense! Beating him every day is too lenient; who knows, one day I might approve it and send him to his death!" "Then what should I do?" The young woman asked , both terrified and hopeful.

"Well, this matter is difficult, indeed. But it's also not difficult. It all depends on whether you're willing to cooperate with me!" Guan Dapeng said, keeping her in suspense.

"Minister Guan, I'll do whatever you say, as long as Ren Hong is released!" "Really?" He reached out and touched her hair, and she instinctively trembled. "You're willing to give up anything?" She lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the concrete floor, her face growing even paler.

"You're beautiful, and you dance quite well too." Guan Dapeng pulled her into his arms, suppressing his excitement to avoid appearing like a complete novice. He whispered in her ear, "For days, I've been dreaming about your dancing. The way you wiggle your hips is so captivating!" Xiao Yang's eyes were downcast, her face flushed, her chest heaving, and she remained silent. "You don't want to, do you? I've seen through you all. You bunch of stinking intellectuals are all the same, obsessed with saving face." Guan Dapeng suddenly pushed the woman away and walked towards the window.

Xiao Yang quickly looked up, her eyes shyly scanning his broad back. Nervous, she stammered, "I, I, I'm willing, as long as you agree to release Ren Hong." "That's more like it!" He suddenly turned around at the window, pointing to the wooden bed, "Then come sit here!" Xiao Yang lowered

her

eyelids, her face burning red, and slowly moved to the bedside, sitting down.

Guan Dapeng was already impatient; the girl before him was as docile as a lamb. "Hurry up and take off your clothes! What's there to be shy about?" He didn't hesitate, quickly stripping naked, revealing his muscular body.

Xiao Yang turned to the side, her back to the naked Minister Guan, and began unbuttoning her shirt.

Guan Dapeng sat down beside her, his hands constantly caressing her smooth, fair, and curvaceous upper body, now exposed after she removed her shirt. "Your skin is so delicate!" he said, licking her shoulder. She trembled, her face flushed, her eyes closed, and her hands crossed over her chest. He pushed her down onto the bamboo bed, pried open her hands that were covering her chest, and stared intently at her full breasts and cherry-red nipples. "I never thought I'd get to sleep with a fairy like you!" Guan Dapeng excitedly kissed her with his thick, hot lips, his mouth sweeping over her flushed face, her slender, long neck, her smooth, jade-like shoulders, her high, firm breasts, and her delicate, white belly. His hands untied her belt, pulled down her panties, and caressed her round, pert buttocks, her fair, alluring thighs, her straight, slender calves, her small, exquisite feet, and her whole body, fragrant with sweat. "Damn, so beautiful! So damn beautiful," Guan Dapeng drooled, and then pinched her cherry-red nipple hard with his fingertips.

She trembled as if electrocuted.

"Have you had your turn yet?" Guan Dapeng asked rudely. He couldn't hold back any longer. He was still a brute, and to preserve some of "Minister Guan's" prestige, he hadn't let himself get too impatient. But now, he simply couldn't resist!

Xiao Yang's heart pounded. She remembered the night she and her fiancé tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time. They were about to get married when the unexpected storms of the Cultural Revolution tore their love apart. She nodded, tears welling in her eyes.

"Hey, you've already had your turn, what are you pretending for? Let me give you a good time!" Guan Dapeng grabbed Xiao Yang's hand and made her grasp his penis. Although he had never been with a woman before, he had immense confidence in his bull-like body, especially his erect penis. In the public bathhouse, his penis was the envy of many. Often, while soaking in the bath, his penis would inexplicably become erect, as dark and muscular as he was. Some older workers teased him, saying they would never marry their daughters to a donkey like him. He often leaned comfortably against the edge of the bathtub, soaking in the hot water. Amidst the rising steam, he would spread his legs wide, letting his penis throb, fantasizing about girls, some plump, some thin, as if defying every passing man. But back then, Guan Dapeng also knew that no one would want to marry a stinking boiler worker like himself.

Now, a cultured, beautiful woman with a large bottom and ample breasts lay beneath him. Who dared say Chairman Mao wasn't great? The Cultural Revolution wasn't great?

Xiao Yang clutched his thick penis, astonished by its size; her chalk-holding hand couldn't even handle it. She turned her head away in embarrassment. They lay on Guan Dapeng's sweat-smelling wooden bed, like a toad pressing down on a swan.

"What are you crying about? Ren Hong didn't leave you any offspring. Today I'll have my fill and give you a fat son!" Guan Dapeng's face was flushed, his neck thick. His first intimate encounter with a woman made him feel swollen all over; his endurance had reached its limit. He thrust his penis into the woman's mysterious lower body, the glans, the size of a small egg, pounding wildly between the dark pubic hair, causing the woman to scream.

"No, not there!" She gritted her teeth, steeled herself, loosened her tightly clenched fists, relaxed her stiff arms, opened her eyes, raised her upper body, and looked at Minister Guan, whose muscles bulged and whose eyes gleamed with lust, in front of her. She grabbed his thick penis, suppressing her humiliation, and guided it towards the entrance of her vagina. "It's here..." she thought, "Just pretend he's Ren Hong!" Guan Dapeng couldn't wait any longer. As soon as he felt the glans moving unimpeded, he thrust his hips forward and pounded into her, causing the woman to gasp repeatedly.

"So tight! So warm!"

"Minister Guan, be gentle, be gentle... Ouch!"

"Gentle what! Revolutionary work... you can't do it without hard work!"

"Ouch... ouch..."

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck... Fuck your mother, fuck your mother!" Guan Dapeng braced himself on the bed with one hand and pinched the woman's white breasts with the other. With his broad back and strong waist, he thrust into the fleshy flesh between his legs like a madman. The novel and intense pleasure came from his penis. The soft, warm and tight embrace made this rough and domineering young man almost go crazy.

Xiao Yang, who was pressed under his body, groaned in pain. She opened her mouth and kept saying "It hurts, it hurts" in her throat. She had never realized that sex could be so bitter, especially this kind of unprepared, unwarming fucking. She subconsciously supported the sides of Guan Dapeng's abdomen and pushed upwards, trying to push his penis out of her body. He thrust even harder into her vagina, pressing himself tightly against her, arching his back, rising and falling rhythmically, uttering curses.

After a while, the pain finally subsided, and the woman finally surrendered. She placed her hands on Guan Dapeng's thick, broad back, stroking his firm muscles, a pang of bittersweet feeling rising in her heart. Guan Dapeng immediately realized: he had conquered her! He raised his thick, muscular upper body, lightly teasing her nipples, chuckling lewdly, cursing, occasionally lowering his head to kiss her hard, thrusting his hips even harder into that pleasurable cave.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" The revolutionary's large testicles slapped against the vulva of his counter-revolutionary fiancée.

"Creak...creak...creak...creak..." The wooden bed sang joyfully.

"Damn it! I'm going to pee!" Without warning, Guan Dapeng roared. Twenty-five years' worth of virgin semen surged within his two large testicles, eager to ejaculate.

"Long live the Cultural Revolution!" Guan Dapeng shouted, reaching his first orgasm. The orgasm was so exquisite that his powerful body convulsed, and he involuntarily thrust his penis into her vagina, pressing his hard glans against the soft flesh. Beneath him, the woman held him tightly, also reaching ecstasy, her fingernails leaving bloody streaks on his dark red back

.

"Minister Guan...you're so naughty."

In the afterglow of her climax, Xiao Yang lay on Guan Dapeng's sweaty chest. The sweaty smell that used to make her frown suddenly exuded a masculine charm.

"How am I naughty?" Guan Dapeng used his hand to dig into the woman's vagina. He wanted to figure out what was so wonderful about this vagina that made him feel so good. He looked at her pink vulva, now a mess of his thick semen, the flesh of her vagina swollen and red from being surrounded by black hair, and felt a surge of pride. "Is this what you call ruining a woman?" he thought wickedly. "A counter-revolutionary woman, who else gets ruined if not me? If it weren't for my big cock, I couldn't have ruined her so thoroughly!" Xiao Yang said shyly, "You're still shouting 'Long live the Emperor!'" "What's wrong with shouting 'Long live the Emperor'? Shouldn't I shout 'Long live the Emperor' while doing revolutionary work? Tell me," Guan Dapeng flipped over and pressed down on the woman's body again, "Isn't my work of educating my counter-revolutionary wife revolutionary work?" The woman giggled, a sound that even she herself was secretly shocked by. She didn't know she could make such a charming voice. "Yes, Minister Guan is doing revolutionary work." "Hehe!" Guan Dapeng lowered his head, his thick tongue plunging into the woman's mouth, conquering and ravaging her. The two whispered sweet nothings to each other for a while.

"Why aren't you crying anymore?" Even with his thick skin, Guan Dapeng could sense the woman's tenderness and cooperation. The woman blushed again and remained silent. Without Guan Dapeng saying anything, she knew in her heart that being violated had subtly changed her body and mind. Before entering this stinky room, she was afraid; when Guan Dapeng stripped her naked, she hated him; and now, with that thick thing that had filled her lower body gone, she felt an unprecedented sweetness.

"You...?" Guan Dapeng's penis quickly hardened again, and he couldn't wait to continue inserting. "Did you enjoy being fucked by me?" The woman's face turned even redder. Guan Dapeng looked at this pure yet naked woman, at the marks on her breasts from his violation, and suddenly understood what "playing with women" meant. He was determined to experience, explore, and deeply engage in this kind of revolutionary work.

"Ren Hong is a scholar, all refined and cultured, but his penis isn't as big as mine, is it?" Hearing such vulgar words, the woman finally covered her face with her hands.

Guan Dapeng greedily kissed the woman's neck, then propped up his strong, dark red chest and pressed it against her soft, warm breasts, but his penis didn't enter her.

"Is my penis big?"

the woman stammered, letting out a "big" through her fingers.

"How does it compare to Ren Hong's?"

the woman remained silent.

Guan Dapeng straightened up. "You can go now, I have to work..." The woman panicked. She didn't know this rough-and-tumble laborer was so cunning and lewd, but the pleasure of being teased and manipulated sprouted again. She hated herself. "Yours is much bigger than Ren Hong's." Guan Dapeng let out a "hey!" and forcefully thrust his penis all the way in. This time he was more skilled, using his strong body more skillfully, concentrating all his strength on his penis.

"Fuck your mother! Fuck your mother! I'll fuck your capitalist roader schoolteacher wife!" The woman looked at Guan Dapeng, a strange pleasure surging through her breasts as they were being ravaged. She had never felt such powerful hands knead them before. The man had a buzz cut, his dark face pockmarked with blemishes. At first glance, he seemed so vulgar, but now he appeared to have thick eyebrows and a large mouth. What moved her most was his thick, hard body, like a wall, exuding a pungent, sweaty odor. His two particularly well-developed pectoral muscles rose and fell before her eyes, glistening with sweat.

Shouldn't she continue to shed tears, using her body to express her humiliation? No, the woman asked herself. Beneath Guan Dapeng's crotch, she felt something she had never experienced before—pleasure. This was a woman's pleasure, the pleasure of being ravaged. She had finally become a piece of plump, white flesh, being crushed, played with, ravaged, and vented by a dark, hard man as solid as a rock.

So Xiao Yang stopped moaning and started humming and groaning, her long, white legs wrapping around Guan Dapeng's buttocks. He was still immersed in that unfamiliar pleasure; the only way he sought this pleasure was to fuck her, to fuck her hard.

"Why is there so much water? Did you wet the bed?"

The woman shyly covered her eyes, remaining silent.

Guan Dapeng's thrusts made a "squeak, squeak" sound, like rubber boots stepping on mud. Not satisfied, he pulled his penis out and placed it on the woman's lower abdomen. "Why is there so much water? You wipe it clean for me." Xiao Yang, blushing, found a dark pillowcase, cupped Guan Dapeng's penis, and wiped it clean.

"Women only do that when they're comfortable, that's it."

After wiping, Xiao Yang continued to cover her face with her hands, suddenly blurting out this.

Guan Dapeng was dumbfounded, then felt incredibly proud. He, a rough man, had conquered a female clerk, making her blush like a shy bride, all thanks to his working-class cock.

Suddenly, he remembered the various ways the laborers had talked about having sex with their wives, so he knelt on the wooden bed, hands on his hips, and said to Xiao Yang in a rough voice, "Get up, fuck your mother, get up!" Xiao Yang propped herself up weakly, sitting on the bed, her hair disheveled, not knowing what he was going to do next.

"Lie down like a colt!"

"What?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Ass facing me, head against the wall, hands on the bed! Today I'm going to fuck you good!" Guan Dapeng grabbed her slender waist, and with his other hand holding his hard cock, he thrust it in hard against her upturned buttocks.

Amid the woman's humiliated screams, Guan Dapeng slapped her buttocks until they were red and raw, yelling, "What are you yelling about! What are you pretending for! Look at how much you're oozing with your juices, isn't this a pleasure to be fucked?" The woman, her eyes already glazed over, was weak from the fucking and said recklessly, "Yes, yes! It really relieves the itch! Ren Hong's dick is far inferior to yours, far inferior..." That night, Guan Dapeng fucked the woman eight times, leaving the sheets covered in clumps of semen, patches of vaginal fluid, and sweat. He finally understood what the old boiler workers meant by "penis bliss," and he also realized that revolutionary work wasn't something you could only do after getting off the bed. Xiao Yang's husband was quickly released and went home to recuperate, while she became Guan Dapeng's first mistress. From then on, this rough man, who rose rapidly through the ranks during the Cultural Revolution, enjoyed a life of unbridled pleasure. Women who begged him to spare their husbands, young female revolutionaries who admired his courage and revolutionary fervor, and young female workers in the factory who wanted to enter the Workers', Peasants', and Soldiers' University all became his playthings.

Xiao Yang soon became pregnant and married Ren Hong, but Guan Dapeng knew that Ren Hong's penis had long been crippled by the rebels. Later, other women he had been intimate with also became pregnant, but he kept it a secret and dismissed them with various favors. Before meeting Xu Xiaoli, he had never thought about marriage.

(Part 2) The Great Shame of a Revolutionary Youngster

5.

The first time Guan Dapeng saw Xu Xiaoli, his penis became erect.

It was a kind of superior beauty. Xu Xiaoli was, after all, a college graduate, exuding a faint fragrance of books and revolutionary enthusiasm. This combination of cold beauty and fiery passion made her very alluring. Xu Xiaoli's body was like a budding flower, awaiting its most intense bloom. Whenever she passed by, Guan Dapeng could smell the floral scent of soap and a faint, alluring woman's sensuality. He, a rough man, couldn't describe the exact smell; he only knew to wrinkle his big nose and greedily inhale, occasionally placing his large hand on his crotch to adjust his throbbing, hard penis.

At that time, Guan Dapeng had slept with young married women and female factory workers, but female college students were the kind he wanted to marry. "How wonderful it would be to fuck a college student's cunt every day and have a college student mother give birth to our sons?" he thought lustfully.

However, Guan Dapeng also knew that Xu Xiaoli's boyfriend was Yu Wenbin, which made him feel very threatened. Guan Dapeng wasn't afraid of Yu Wenbin; in the General Staff Headquarters, he was the most powerful. He had a group of hot-blooded young men from various factories under his command, all the most restless, capable, and hardworking lads, who obeyed his every command. But in Xu Xiaoli's eyes, none of this mattered. What Xu Xiaoli wanted was a revolutionary who could share her values, and in this respect, Guan Dapeng was far inferior to Yu Wenbin.

However, in this world, a scholar often can't beat a soldier. Guan Dapeng fully grasped Chairman Mao's instruction that "revolution is not a dinner party" and applied it profoundly. Here, Guan Dapeng cleverly applied Mao Zedong's words, turning them into, "Marrying a wife isn't like hosting a dinner party, writing an essay, painting, or embroidering. If you don't do it, someone else will." Therefore, for any woman he fancied, he would unleash his fearless revolutionary spirit, take the initiative, seize control, and force a fait accompli, ensuring the woman he had slept with wouldn't

leave. Guan Dapeng was confident in implementing this strategy. While ravaging various women, his enormous penis fully embodied the spirit of the "Iron Man" Wang Jinxi—if there were conditions, he would have sex; if there weren't, he would still have sex, overcoming any difficulties to get women, especially married counter-revolutionary women, pregnant. He firmly believed that his large penis would definitely "seize control" and completely turn Xu Xiaoli into his wife.

So, on a dark night, Guan Dapeng cornered Xu Xiaoli in an alley. Looking at this towering man in only shorts, this revolutionary worker she had once praised in her articles, Xu Xiaoli felt a sudden surge of fear. Before the burly Guan Dapeng, Xu Xiaoli was utterly powerless to resist. Her military green coat was torn open by the boiler worker's large hands in a few swift movements, and her military trousers were ripped off by his massive arm, leaving her only in a pair of white underwear.

When Guan Dapeng coiled around Xu Xiaoli like a python, and her underwear was also removed, she finally broke down and cried out. Guan Dapeng chuckled lewdly, kneading her well-proportioned breasts, which gleamed white under the streetlights, while saying harshly, "What are you yelling about? I've got all these alleys blocked, just the two of us!"

As he spoke, he sucked on the young woman's nipple with his thick lips, biting it roughly. His saliva, which tasted of onions and garlic, immediately covered her plump breasts, which gleamed lewdly under the light. Her nipples, as thick as a little finger, stood erect under his ministrations.

Xu Xiaoli was held between Guan Dapeng's muscular body, astonished by his savage, predatory movements. Even more astonishing was that this crude and uncouth behavior sent an electric shock-like pleasure through her breasts—a strange and intense sensation that reached her genitals. Even the slightest brush of Guan Dapeng's stubble against her chest sent a jolt through her lower abdomen, and her virgin vagina became embarrassingly wet.

Then, Xu Xiaoli felt her back slam against the cold wall as a thick thigh, ignoring her futile resistance, forcefully thrust between her legs. The next instant, she heard Guan Dapeng excitedly shout, "Wife, quench our fire!" She felt a sudden, throbbing pain in her genitals, a pain tingled with numbness, surprise, shame, and an unquenchable regret and remorse. Guan Dapeng

relentlessly thrust his large buttocks, pleasurefully penetrating the virgin vagina he had so longed for. He breathed heavily in Xu Xiaoli's ear, uttering cheesy, silly sweet nothings, "I've been thinking about you for a long time, Comrade Xiaoli, be my wife, I'll treat you well, I'll treat you so well!"

"You smell so good, you're so fresh, I dream about fucking you!"

"Don't think about that Yu Wenbin, we working class are the most advanced! His dick isn't as big as mine, he won't be as good as you!"

"Is it good? Xiaoli, is it good?"

Is it good? Xu Xiaoli was pressed against the wall by Guan Dapeng, unable to breathe, only feeling a little liquid flowing down her private parts, down her thighs, down her ankles. Then, as if not satisfied, Guan Dapeng suddenly loosened his grip on her, dragged her a few steps to the dim light of the street lamp, squatted down to look at the woman's newly breached secret place.

"You really are a virgin!" he shouted rudely and excitedly. "Your cunt is so white and tender! I'm so lucky!"

With that, Guan Dapeng stretched his arm, thicker than Xu Xiaoli's thigh, between the girl's legs and lifted her up. "Hold onto my neck!"

Xu Xiaoli, stunned, suddenly felt herself being lifted and cried out in surprise, forced to hug the man's bull-like neck. In an instant, she was lifted up by the man, her legs spread wide, each resting on his arm; the next second, Guan Dapeng's iron-like penis had once again entered her body, his pectoral muscles rubbing against her delicate, pink nipples, smearing his sweaty, sour smell onto her pure body.

"Today I'm going to fuck you until you're pregnant, and give me a big, fat son!" Guan Dapeng roared excitedly, his lust raging. He didn't care at all that they were in an alley, relying on his strong physique, he swayed Xu Xiaoli's body back and forth, walking and having sex with her under the streetlights, letting her virgin vagina grip his burning hot penis.

Hot, so hot! Swelling, so swelling, as if it's about to burst. These were the words that kept flashing through Xu Xiaoli's mind. She felt the man's calloused, rough hands stroking her buttocks, she felt the man's foul breath, reeking of onions and garlic, breathing hot air into her ear. She also felt as if a steel bar, a burning steel bar, was inserted into her lower body. By the light of the streetlight, she looked down, first seeing Guan Dapeng's hairy lower abdomen, then seeing her pink and swollen vagina, swallowing a penis as thick as her fist!

This one look would have been better, because as soon as she saw it, the burning pain that had almost disappeared suddenly returned. Xu Xiaoli suddenly understood what Guan Dapeng meant by "quenching." This steelworker's penis possessed incredible temperature and power, and her vagina was its cooling pool. She was terrified. That thick penis would kill her, it definitely would! She cried out again.

Xu Xiaoli's crying caused her thigh muscles to twitch, making her vagina contract and undulate. Guan Dapeng felt his penis tighten, and his two large testicles almost ejaculated. He chuckled and relentlessly fucked Xu Xiaoli, enjoying the moment he had longed for, while simultaneously kissing her mouth, lewdly saying, "What are you crying for! Since ancient times, only women have loved big penises, what's there to be afraid of! Every woman I've fucked will want to crawl between my legs! If you marry me, I guarantee I'll make you completely submissive, your crotch will be wet every time you step out, just waiting for my big penis to fuck you!"

Guan Dapeng held Xu Xiaoli's buttocks, seemingly with inexhaustible strength, and continued fucking her for a long time. For over twenty minutes, he still managed to reason with her: "Xiaoli, you're a college student. What do you think of my revolutionary work? I dare say, I never lag behind in revolutionary work! But to defend Chairman Mao and fight those damn counter-revolutionaries, you can't do it without guts! You could say that it was thanks to my penis that our Workers' General Headquarters rebels achieved victory, right? You can't blame me for having such a big penis!"

Xu Xiaoli was already dizzy and disoriented afterward; the shock and blood loss had left her in a daze. In the end, she only remembered Guan Dapeng yelling loudly as he ejaculated, warm currents flowing into her body. Amidst humiliation and pain, she couldn't deny feeling a sliver of pleasure; she bit Guan Dapeng's shoulder hard. Later, Guan Dapeng helped her get dressed. She even forgot how she got back to her lodgings. Did Guan Dapeng bring her back? What did he say? It was nothing more than those crude, suggestive words.

Xu Xiaoli sat on the toilet, wiping the virgin blood from her thighs with toilet paper, and washing her private parts with warm water. Guan Dapeng's semen was plentiful and thick, filling her vagina completely, making her scratch for a while; her vagina was red, swollen, and painful, but when her fingers traced the little finger-sized protrusion, she felt a shameful yet decadent pleasure—she knew she was a woman now, and that once unfamiliar world had opened its doors to her. Looking at Guan Dapeng's semen on her fingers, even finding some soft little particles, she recalled his ridiculous sweet talk, "That bastard, he's really strong," Xu Xiaoli thought dazedly.

6.

Yu Wenbin was a somewhat clever man. Otherwise, he wouldn't have risen to the position of deputy commander of the Workers' General Headquarters. This guy could always extract a few sentences from Mao's Selected Works to support his own stance and views. Relying on his silver tongue and solid cultural literacy, Yu Wenbin rose rapidly through the ranks after the Cultural Revolution began.

However, when Xu Xiaoli told him she wanted to commit suicide, even a clever man like Yu Wenbin was stunned. After the shock and fear that night, Xu Xiaoli thought of death the next morning. She felt she had no face to live in this world anymore. It was Guan Dapeng who made her a traitor, betraying her revolutionary love with Yu Wenbin.

Of course, Xu Xiaoli couldn't die. Yu Wenbin comforted her, saying she shouldn't do something foolish that would hurt her loved ones and please her enemies, that as long as she was alive, there would always be hope. Besides, Yu Wenbin expressed that he still loved her and wanted to carry on their revolutionary love to the end, which finally made Xu Xiaoli give up the idea of suicide and muster the courage to live.

Under Yu Wenbin's direction, the three of them held a meeting to criticize selfishness and revisionism. At the meeting, Guan Dapeng made a profound self-criticism, promising never to touch Xu Xiaoli again. Xu Xiaoli and Yu Wenbin also stated that they didn't want this incident to affect their unity with the working class, but from then on, they must keep to themselves.

What Yu Wenbin didn't see was that under the table, Guan Dapeng's penis remained erect throughout the entire meeting, stubbornly pushing against his cotton trousers, standing proudly like a pine tree. If Yu Wenbin had looked under the table, he would have known: this penis must have been thinking about the wonderful experience in Xu Xiaoli's tender vagina that night; no wonder it wouldn't have behaved itself.

Or he could have seen the way Guan Dapeng looked at Xu Xiaoli, that hungry wolf-like look, hardly the look of someone about to let go.

Guan Dapeng and Xu Xiaoli had their first time, and they wanted a second. The nights became even more unbearable. During the day, revolutionary activities raged, with people charging and killing, leaving no time for anything else. At night, everyone went home, and one man lay in bed, his manhood burning with rage. Guan Dapeng could only find release in his lovers. Over the past year, he had indeed had long-term relationships with several young women and married women, which he was quite proud of. These women initially offered themselves to save their husbands or even fathers, but later they were captivated by his revolutionary fervor and his large penis. Guan Dapeng treated these women with a playful attitude, doing whatever pleased him in bed, making things as exciting as possible, even frequently spending the entire night at their homes, completely disregarding the feelings of their husbands and fathers. But recently, he felt these women weren't enough; he felt only Xu Xiaoli's tender little cunt could truly satisfy his "penis craving."

To win Xu Xiaoli's hand in marriage, Guan Dapeng actively pursued Yu Wenbin, striving to sweep his rival out of the upper echelons of the Workers' General Headquarters. Not long after, Yu Wenbin was dismissed and fled. As it turned out, college students couldn't outmaneuver uneducated men; book knowledge in the jungle era was far less effective than the experience gained from street struggles.

However, political setbacks weren't the biggest blow Yu Wenbin had to face. Xu Xiaoli was pregnant.

Xu Xiaoli discovered her pregnancy one morning. While washing her face and brushing her teeth, she felt nauseous but couldn't vomit. Fearing pregnancy, she ran into the warehouse and searched through the confiscated feudal, capitalist, and revisionist books for information about the secrets of relationships between men and women. In several medical books slated for destruction, she saw descriptions of pregnancy. Now, her feelings matched those described in the books. Her heart clenched. Having a child before marriage—wouldn't she become a morally corrupt element? A target of the revolution?

She could claim she was raped by Guan Dapeng. Would the organization believe her? What if they asked: "Why didn't you say so then? Why only now that you're pregnant? Who knows what kind of shady dealings you had?" It takes two to tango; if Xu Xiaoli had kept her private parts closed, how could Guan Dapeng have easily entered her? You, the propaganda minister, are so eloquent and quick-witted. If that man surnamed Guan raped you, and you didn't want to, wouldn't you have shouted? Wouldn't you have appealed to the organization? How should you answer at this point? It's hard to say. Xu Xiaoli went to Yu Wenbin, hoping he would accompany her secretly to have an abortion.

Yu Wenbin hesitated, asking, "Does Guan Dapeng know about this?"

"He's not my man, why should I tell him?" Xu Xiaoli said.

"Please face reality, okay? The father of the child in your belly is Guan Dapeng. How can you abort the child without his consent? Besides, the child in your belly is also the successor of our revolutionary rebels!" Yu Wenbin's inner struggle was intense as he said this.

Xu Xiaoli was now in a dilemma, caught between a rock and a hard place. If she accepted, she felt wronged. She was already pregnant with another man's child; if she accepted Yu Wenbin, she would be eating someone else's leftovers. He couldn't bear to give up the feelings he'd built up over the years.

He hated Guan Dapeng. He hated Xu Xiaoli even more. She always considered herself a revolutionary theorist, yet she couldn't solve her own "revolutionary" problem as a woman. "Flies don't land on eggs without cracks," he thought. "If you don't act all seductive, twisting your waist and sticking out your buttocks, how could Guan even get close to you? Even if he did, you should have fought to the death for me, Yu Wenbin. You don't even have the spirit to sacrifice for sacred love? Xu Xiaoli, Xu Xiaoli, you can surrender to Guan Dapeng today, but you can surrender to any man tomorrow."

Yu Wenbin, already conflicted, thought things were over, but now Guan Dapeng's child had appeared, making him even more conflicted. Was such a traitor to love still worth loving?

Hearing Yu Wenbin's words, Xu Xiaoli knew the man before her was hesitant, wavering, and worried. Even if she married him, this knot in her heart would likely never be untied. The die is cast. Rather than wasting time with Yu Wenbin without any future, it was better to be upfront with Guan Dapeng. If he was willing to marry her, she was willing to marry him. A girl and a woman are only a thin veil apart. Once that veil was lifted, the ideal of love became the reality of desire.

When Xu Xiaoli told Guan Dapeng she was pregnant, the rough young man's dark face lit up with a ecstatic glow. He hugged Xu Xiaoli tightly, shouting without restraint, "I knew the proletariat's dick was invincible! It worked on the first try, hahaha!" He immediately declared he would marry Xu Xiaoli right away.

7.

Guan Dapeng was overjoyed that Xu Xiaoli was willing to marry him. The two, dressed in white shirts and each wearing a Chairman Mao badge, took a wedding photo at the largest worker-peasant-soldier photo studio in the county town. Then they distributed two pounds of fruit candy, held a few tables of banquet, and got married.

After the wedding, Guan Dapeng grinned foolishly all day long. Energetic as ever, besides engaging in looting and vandalism outside, he would spend his time at home with Xu Xiaoli, glued to the bed, having sex with her. He genuinely loved this beautiful wife deep down. Especially a woman snatched from someone else's arms, she was like a rare trophy. He had cut off contact with his previous lovers and moved back home from the dormitory. He felt that if it weren't for the Cultural Revolution, a roughneck like himself would never have been able to marry a beautiful college student like Xu Xiaoli. This was his greatest gain since joining the Cultural Revolution, a woman snatched from Yu Wenbin. Just thinking about it made his penis hard and his testicles throb painfully.

Every evening after dinner, Guan Dapeng would pull Xu Xiaoli to bed, openly declaring it was "enjoying the bliss of cock" and "doing revolutionary work." With his burly physique, Guan Dapeng used every trick he had learned from the roughnecks and his lovers on Xu Xiaoli.

This was far removed from Xu Xiaoli's original plan.

After Guan Dapeng forcibly entered the virginity of the rebel leader Xu Xiaoli, the course of her life took a radical turn. A carefree young woman who followed the Party in the revolution suddenly became filled with anxiety. She always felt something moving around inside her, and her pure body began to become filthy and defiled. How could she have allowed Guan Dapeng's thing to penetrate so easily? And even fertilize her uncultivated virgin land? While she insisted on the revolutionary struggle that made rebellion justified, she secretly shed tears.

On her first night married to Guan Dapeng, Xu Xiaoli intended to resist. Although her marriage to Guan Dapeng was of her own volition, it was merely a stopgap measure. Moreover, she still remembered Guan Dapeng's crime of raping her and the pain of her first sexual encounter. After experiencing the fear of pregnancy and Yu Wenbin's abandonment, Xu Xiaoli forgot the slight pleasure of her first night; only regret and anger remained in her mind.

Although she had married Guan Dapeng, Xu Xiaoli planned to make it clear to him that revolutionary couples should prioritize revolutionary work. Sexual relations were necessary, but ideally, it should be arranged by Xu Xiaoli, once a month. She even considered once every six months or even once a year. To achieve this goal, and given her pregnancy, Xu Xiaoli was prepared to use both soft and hard tactics to actively resist on her wedding night.

However, Xu Xiaoli's so-called "resistance" only excited Guan Dapeng more. Amidst shouts of "Long live Chairman Mao!", this burly man downed three large bowls of baijiu (Chinese liquor) with the revolutionary cadres and masses who had come to the wedding feast. He then impatiently shooed everyone out, turned around, stripped naked, and pounced on Xu Xiaoli, whispering sweet nothings and tearing at the bride's green military uniform.

On this wedding night, Xu Xiaoli kicked, punched, cried, and screamed, even pulling out scissors hidden under her pillow. But Guan Dapeng's persistent thrusts thwarted all her attempts. No matter how the woman reacted, nothing could deter Guan Dapeng's determination to "fuck" her. He braced himself on the bed, naked, and pressed down on Xu Xiaoli, thrusting his hips hard. Xu Xiaoli's hair was disheveled, her clothes half-undone, revealing her slender breasts, and her military green trousers were pulled down to her ankles, making her feel extremely embarrassed, especially when Guan Dapeng, reeking of alcohol, praised her vagina for being even tighter. She understood that this was because her legs weren't fully spread; her resistance only made Guan Dapeng feel more comfortable.

Guan Dapeng used brute force, employing the most common position, to fiercely thrust into Xu Xiaoli. He didn't want any fancy moves; he had longed for this tender cunt for so long, and finally, with his penis reunited, he wanted to experience this moment of pleasure. Soon, he felt the cunt gush with lustful fluid, his penis feeling like it was soaking in hot water, so comfortable that every pore on his body seemed to open up. This burly young man, already an experienced womanizer, finally understood why Xu Xiaoli's cunt was so unforgettable to him.

"Hehe, wife," Guan Dapeng's sweat dripped onto the pillow, he shook his head with pleasure, lowering his chest and rubbing his strong pectoral muscles against her breasts, "Your cunt is so good, so plump, it feels good no matter how hard I thrust, it doesn't hurt!" As he spoke, he thrust particularly hard a few times, his dark, muscular abdomen slamming against the woman's plump lower body, making a "slap! slap!" sound. Xu Xiaoli blushed. She had resisted with scissors, but Guan Dapeng had easily defused the situation with a silly grin, dismissing it as a woman's minor tantrum and simply tossing the scissors on the ground. Now, under Guan Dapeng's relentless ministrations, Xu Xiaoli felt a change in her body. The pain wasn't as intense as she remembered, but the tingling and itching were unforgettable.

"Tight vulva, wide inside, layers of tender flesh," Guan Dapeng continued to praise Xu Xiaoli's vulva. He stopped, pulled out his penis, and stood erect against her stomach. "Wife, look how deep my glans is!" Xu Xiaoli was trying to grasp the unfamiliar, pleasurable sensation when she opened her eyes, looking at him with a mixture of shyness and anger. What she saw shocked her. Guan Dapeng's penis was huge, thick, and dark; the glans was like a small peach, its ridges sharp and menacing, making the coronal sulcus exceptionally deep. "Hehe, luckily my cock is deep, so all the layers of your pussy can be opened and fucked! If you hadn't married a man like me, you'd never have felt this good in your life, wife!" Guan Dapeng proudly explained the wonders of his cock and her pussy to his wife, but seeing that Xu Xiaoli looked away and didn't answer, he knew she was educated and shy, so he had no choice but to put his cock back into her pussy and fuck her even harder. "I've never fucked such a good pussy! Wife, your flesh is scraping against my cock head! It's sucking my glans!" The burly man roared without any restraint, making Xu Xiaoli close her eyes in despair, which only made her more immersed in the rough sensory storm stirred up by the man on top of her.

That night, the stinky boys who were eavesdropping all said that the college student woman initially cried and made a scene, putting on a full-blown fight, but later she was fucked so hard by Minister Guan that she was running for her life, screaming like a cat in heat. Minister Guan displayed his eighteen martial arts skills, and even those eavesdropping were exhausted, but he was still "working overtime." His new wife eventually cried out, "Dapeng, stop! I can't take it anymore!"

These rascals pronounced "I can't take it anymore" in a sarcastic tone, making it a well-known joke among the city's rebels. One man commented, "Intellectual women are just not good at sex!" Another woman said, "That woman can withstand Guan Dapeng's pressure; she must be in good shape, otherwise that donkey would have fucked her to death!" Many more thought to themselves: "Slut! No matter how unwilling she is, when faced with a big cock, she'll still moan happily."

Love between men and women, like revolutionary ideals, requires faith and spiritual pursuit before material things and the physical. Throughout history, in China and abroad, hasn't every revolution ultimately boiled down to material desires? To say that Xu Xiaoli, who had given up on herself after marriage, wasn't physically conquered would be a lie. After only a few times, she completely fell in love with Guan Dapeng's muscular body and his thick, steel-like cock. On their wedding night, after the scissors were taken from her hand, she supported Guan Dapeng's savage body to alleviate his frenzied invasion. But later, her hands gradually moved to the burly man's dark, sweaty back, then wrapped around his thick neck, letting his short-haired head sway against her chest. Then, before she even realized it, her delicate hands, accustomed to turning pages and holding pens, had already grasped the steelworker's muscular buttocks, pinching and kneading them as they thrust forcefully, a mixture of resistance and acceptance. Finally, her fair hands reached down, and amidst Guan Dapeng's excited, heavy breathing, grasped his two smelly testicles. In a frenzied ecstasy that transcended dreams and reality, Xu Xiaoli kneaded the two large, fleshy penises, the source of all the masculinity in the man she possessed—his fighting spirit, bravery, savagery, lust, and strength. She should have crushed the testicles, but instead, she caressed them fiercely until the man roared and ejaculated his thick semen.

The testicles throbbed in her hands like tiny hearts.

Guan Dapeng had satisfied her desire to be conquered, and also fulfilled her self-destructive revolutionary ideal of submitting to the working class. In the days after their marriage, she was numb, body and soul, being ridden beneath the rough man, offering him her vagina, even her anus, performing oral sex, licking his foul-smelling, dark penis and his large, egg-sized testicles, even extending her tongue into his stinking anus. In Guan Dapeng's home, every night the sounds of the man's heavy panting and the woman's howling like a she-wolf would fill the air.

Soon, Xu Xiaoli's cheeks flushed with the radiance and rosy hue of a young woman. During her revolutionary work during the day, she often felt a persistent, indescribable dampness in her groin. Xu Xiaoli couldn't help but recall Guan Dapeng's lewd words, "I'll make sure your crotch is wet every day, just thinking about getting fucked by me at night!" She cursed herself inwardly for being shameless; how could she have become so attached to the large penis that filled her orifice in just one month? "That big scoundrel!" Xu Xiaoli thought bitterly, "He shouldn't think I'll forget his lewd methods!"

Despite these thoughts, at night, when the burly Guan Dapeng lay comfortably on the bed, his hard penis erect, generously inviting her to "take matters into her own hands," Xu Xiaoli couldn't resist the temptation, moving her body with ecstasy against his muscular frame. At this moment, even her somewhat clouded mind had to compromise and admit that this thick, sturdy, and decisive black penis could indeed completely fill a woman's natural deficiencies, leaving no regrets, satisfying her completely, making her soul almost leave her body and ascend to heaven.

Guan Dapeng probably didn't know Xu Xiaoli's inner turmoil, but her submissiveness and wantonness in bed made him extremely proud. He understood that this woman had become his horse, fully grasping the key principle that a wife must obediently accept being fucked. This rough old man often fucked Xu Xiaoli, spewing vulgarities: "Fuck your mother, fuck your mother! How's our working-class penis? How does it compare to that college student Yu Wenbin?"

Xu Xiaoli had only ever seen one penis; how could that compare? So Guan Dapeng came up with a more "exciting" idea: he wanted to thoroughly humiliate Yu Wenbin, his defeated opponent. To be honest, he didn't have any deep-seated hatred for Yu Wenbin; he just looked down on these bookish, bespectacled intellectuals and wanted Yu Wenbin to see the working-class penis that had deflowered his sweetheart.

Shortly after marrying Xu Xiaoli, the Revolutionary Committee was established, and the Workers' General Headquarters was dissolved. Guan Dapeng didn't want to return to the factory as a boiler worker, so he went to the Cultural and Martial Arts Organization. This daring and aggressive guy quickly rose to a minor leadership position and soon gained cadre status. Meanwhile , Yu Wenbin, ostracized by Guan Dapeng and his gang, had become the deputy director of the steel plant's Revolutionary Committee.

That afternoon, Guan Dapeng appeared naked in the steel plant's bathhouse. His appearance caught Yu Wenbin, who was taking a bath, off guard and caused quite a stir. This "leader" from the Revolutionary Committee, who had come from the factory, was warmly welcomed by the naked workers. The older workers and young men all expressed their admiration for his revolutionary spirit. Guan Dapeng also declared that he would follow Chairman Mao's great instructions and dedicate himself entirely to the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution until the day of victory.

However, the topic quickly shifted.

"Pengzi, I heard you married a female college student?" an older worker asked.

Guan Dapeng chuckled smugly, "That's right!"

The bathhouse erupted in cheers. The workers' faces showed envy, jealousy, and excitement, while Yu Wenbin, in the corner, looked utterly embarrassed, wishing he could bury his head in the filthy water.

"You're really lucky, kid!" the older worker laughed!

A young man nearby grabbed Guan Dapeng's penis. "Brother Dapeng, is this the kind of penis you use to fuck female college students? Is this even a working-class penis?"

Guan Dapeng didn't flinch, just stood there with his hands on his hips, letting the hothead pull on his penis. "Of course it is! This is our worker's big, black, thick penis. I fucked the college student, and not only did I make her completely submissive, but I also got her pregnant!"

"Hahahaha!" The workers burst into laughter.

Another middle-aged man shouted, "Pengzi, can your wife handle this donkey penis?"

Yu Wenbin saw that Guan Dapeng's penis was already erect, becoming thick and long in the young man's hand, gleaming with a purplish-black light. The coronal sulcus behind the glans was erect like iron, imposing and majestic, at least 18 or 19 centimeters long and as thick as a small fist. He stared speechlessly at Guan Dapeng's beastly and domineering genitals, burning with jealousy.

"Why can't you take it? You get fucked by me every day, and you're screaming like crazy!"

"How do you fuck her? Tell us!" the man asked again.

Guan Dapeng swaggered into the bathhouse, swinging his black cock, and sat down in front of Yu Wenbin. His legs were wide open, as if showing off, making Yu Wenbin's eyes and mind filled with that donkey cock.

"How else can I fuck her? A man fucks his wife however he wants, however he feels good! Brother Zhang, anyway, I've used all the 'tricks' you taught me back then!"

The burly man's face turned red with excitement, and he patted Guan Dapeng's shoulder heavily, "Pengzi, you donkey cock, you must fuck that little wench until she pisses herself, and give us rough workers a good cock bliss!"

Guan Dapeng chuckled twice and said in a gruff voice, "Alright!" The next second, he pretended to casually see Yu Wenbin, "Isn't this Director Yu?" Just as he was about to get up to shake hands, Yu Wenbin couldn't take it anymore. He splashed up from the water and ran out of the bathhouse as if fleeing, his white, tender, and pointed little penis completely exposed.

The middle-aged man was splashed with water and cursed, "In such a hurry to attend a funeral, you little dick!"

Yu Wenbin was furious and glared back at him. The middle-aged man continued to curse, "Glare my ass! I've been a poor peasant for three generations. I'm the only one who fights people, no one fights me! I'm not afraid of your little dick!"

Yu Wenbin slunk away.

That night, Guan Dapeng specifically asked Xu Xiaoli to measure his penis. He told his wife with great certainty, "Yu Wenbin's penis is far inferior to mine!"

8.

When Xu Xiaoli was three months pregnant with her first child, Guan Dapeng pressed on her abdomen while having sex with her. The next day, her lower back ached, followed by a dull ache in her abdomen. A few days later, she started bleeding. Her mother-in-law berated her, calling her a slut who wouldn't stop being so promiscuous even while pregnant. Now look what happened! She'd probably miscarry. And

indeed, the fetus didn't survive.

With blood dripping from her vagina, and the revolution in full swing, she couldn't afford to stay in bed to protect the pregnancy. Finally, she went to the hospital for an abortion. The doctor sadly said it was a boy.

Upon hearing this, her mother-in-law's scolding intensified. She called her a reincarnated vixen, saying she was always wanting to be fucked, wearing down the very essence of the Xu family's lineage. She'd tell her to be promiscuous again next time she was pregnant, and that she'd just eat an eggplant to satisfy her cravings.

Guan Dapeng, however, said that the Xu family had sacrificed a revolutionary martyr to uphold Chairman Mao's proletarian revolutionary line. Compared to Chairman Mao's contribution of six family members to the Chinese revolution, they were worlds apart. He felt that with his body, he had plenty of offspring! Having ten or eight sons wouldn't be a problem. So, she didn't feel overly grief-stricken.

However, now that Xu Xiaoli's pregnancy was resolved, Yu Wenbin came looking for her. He now only harbored deep hatred for Guan Dapeng, spending his days writing big-character posters, putting up slogans, and holding criticism meetings, too busy to attend to these personal matters. But at night, the thought of Zhao Zhanpeng's thick, muscular buttocks, which he had seen in the bathhouse, arching against the belly of his beloved Xu Xiaoli; his two thick, hairy legs, like pillars, often clamping Xu Xiaoli's slender, beautiful legs, allowing his thick, donkey-like penis to pound roughly inside her vagina, made his heart bleed.

Yu Wenbin happily told Xu Xiaoli, "The child is gone, hurry up and divorce that donkey Guan Dapeng! People say you're a slut, I don't care! No matter how slutty you are, I'm going to have you!"

"Slap!" Xu Xiaoli slapped Yu Wenbin hard across the face. "I'm broken! I'm broken for Guan Dapeng, what's it to you? Step aside, do you want to hold a struggle session for me?" She was a strong-willed woman; she would say anything, but not that she was broken.

Yu Wenbin blushed and turned to leave. "Incorrigible! The depraved Dong Liya!" He thought of the characters in the novel *How the Steel Was Tempered*. He felt that his attitude towards love was like that of Pavel Korchagin.

Later, Xu Xiaoli became pregnant again. At two months, she still couldn't keep the pregnancy. Again, it was Guan Dapeng who caused the miscarriage.

A marriage without love, no matter how fulfilling the physical intimacy, will eventually develop cracks.

After marriage, Xu Xiaoli had no idea what it felt like to have sheets pressed against her skin. Every day was spent on Guan Dapeng's muscular body. In the summer, no matter how hot it was, he wouldn't let his wife leave his arms, preferring to sleep together even when he was sweating profusely.

Every time his penis entered his wife's vagina, Guan Dapeng would excitedly shout, "Wife, quench your fire!" Hearing this cry, Xu Xiaoli's muscles would spasm, and she would scream. This inevitably reminded her of that night by the garbage can at the alley entrance, when Guan Dapeng covered her mouth with one hand and ripped open her belt with the other. The cry of "Wife, quench your fire!" broke her hymen, causing her pure love to fall into the abyss of marriage in a daze.

Gradually, Xu Xiaoli began to tire of those stormy, passionate encounters and began to yearn for gentle, tender caresses. She began to fantasize about Yu Wenbin's body, especially about Guan Dapeng, this rough man with whom she had nothing in common, who would always pull her into his arms and fall asleep after releasing his juices. She especially missed the moments when she discussed and studied Chairman Mao's thought with Yu Wenbin, and her reactions in bed began to cool.

At first, Guan Dapeng thought the woman was just being shy and reserved, so he relentlessly pursued her. Later, he realized he was only getting one-sided. A man with such strong masculinity couldn't tolerate unsatisfactory sex. As the saying goes, sex isn't a dinner party; if you don't do it, someone else will. Soon, he had women who enjoyed being with him, women who liked kneeling before him and licking his penis, women who wanted to bear him sons and cuckold their husbands. When a woman had his large testicles in her mouth, he couldn't help but sigh, "My dick is so juicy, it's produced two sons in a year! It's a pity you, Xiaoli, didn't treat me well; now the good stuff is going to outsiders!"

Once a man doesn't guard his bed, other men will take it. Guan Dapeng went home less and less, and Xu Xiaoli began to have an on-and-off relationship with Yu Wenbin. Strangely enough, Yu Wenbin was quite adept at things in bed, sometimes even rolling onto the table and the cement floor. However, with Yu Wenbin, Xu Xiaoli rarely felt as excited as she had when she first married Guan Dapeng. The first time Yu Wenbin penetrated her, she almost burst out laughing, but she held back. She knew Yu Wenbin was jealous of Guan Dapeng's physical advantages; ultimately, she still harbored feelings for him and didn't want to hurt him.

Nevertheless, Yu Wenbin was still provoked. It was a Tuesday afternoon, and they were on a date at home. Guan Dapeng suddenly returned, inexplicably drunk. In a panic, Yu Wenbin hid in the wardrobe next to the bed. Right in front of him, Guan Dapeng quickly stripped naked and cleanly mounted Xu Xiaoli's beautiful body.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoli was also aroused. Yu Wenbin had just aroused her desire, but to be honest, she knew that Yu Wenbin could never perfectly satisfy a woman's desires. Guan Dapeng's burly penis could indeed provide women with immense pleasure. The swollen, firm, and masculine sensation was something Yu Wenbin could never give her. As the iron-like glans relentlessly scraped against the layers of flesh inside her vagina, Xu Xiaoli trembled with pleasure. For a moment, she was incredibly excited, fully responding to Guan Dapeng, completely disregarding her lover's feelings. Yu Wenbin watched helplessly as the dark-skinned, burping man, with his much-hated donkey-like penis erect, ravaged his beloved woman in various positions. Suddenly, he felt not like the adulterer, but like a cuckolded husband whose wife had been violated. Guan Dapeng, fueled by alcohol, was

particularly excited. With a few quick movements, he forced Xu Xiaoli into some lewd positions, such as lying on her back with her legs raised overhead, exposing her vagina to the sky, and having Guan Dapeng sit on her plump buttocks, his back to her, like an animal, shoving his penis into her vagina. This position was so humiliating. Xu Xiaoli felt like a slut, a whore from the old society, a sex slave for crude men to vent their lust, a men's toilet, collecting their foul bodily fluids. But this position also gave her immense stimulation, especially knowing that Yu Wenbin was watching. She screamed and writhed even more unrestrainedly, making Guan Dapeng even more excited.

As Guan Dapeng continued thrusting, he suddenly pulled out his penis and slapped the iron rod-like thing against his wife's plump, white buttocks: "Why is there so much water today?" Yu Wenbin saw that the big penis was covered in white, lustful fluid, like a thick paste from the thrusting. This was the effect his small penis had never had on Xu Xiaoli. He was consumed by jealousy and wanted to rush out and kill Guan. But he knew he could never defeat this rough laborer from a shady background. He could only endure. He endured watching Xu Xiaoli obediently lick Guan Dapeng's penis clean, then sit on him, her breasts held in Guan Dapeng's hands, the white flesh peeking out from between his fingers; he endured watching Xu Xiaoli being picked up and brutally fucked by Guan Dapeng, shaking her head and moaning like a satisfied bitch, her juices soaking the sheets; he endured watching Guan Dapeng recklessly ejaculate inside her beloved vagina, the immense pleasure causing both of them to howl, Guan Dapeng's dark, iron-like muscles twitching with ecstasy… Then, Guan Dapeng pulled up his pants and left. As if he had just urinated. Leaving behind a woman on the bed, limp as if pulled out of water, and Yu Wenbin, who dared not utter a sound in the closet.

From then on, Xu Xiaoli no longer hid her dissatisfaction with Yu Wenbin's sexual prowess, but she always said that she still loved him. In reality, what she truly needed was a combination of Guan Dapeng's body and Yu Wenbin's mind. Yu Wenbin, caught in this morbid relationship, could no longer say who he hated more: Guan Dapeng, or Xu Xiaoli, who moaned wantonly beneath Guan Dapeng.

(Part 2) A Sexual Legend Through the Eyes of a Roughneck

9.

The three people caught in the vortex were unaware that things were quickly spiraling out of control.

Under Yu Wenbin's sweet words, Xu Xiaoli finally believed that she could leave behind lust and choose true love. But at the same time, she knew that Yu Wenbin was extremely timid and would never elope with her. So she lied to her lover that she was pregnant, and that it must be Yu Wenbin's child. This news overjoyed Yu Wenbin, and he resolutely took Xu Xiaoli away from the area. Obtaining a letter of introduction from Kaifeng was not difficult for him.

Unexpectedly, life away from home deepened the bond between the two foolish lovers. Overwhelmed with guilt, Xu Xiaoli finally confessed to Yu Wenbin that she wasn't pregnant. The man nearly went mad; he thought of Guan Dapeng's two large testicles, a clear sign of a life blessed with many children, while he, with his meager fertility, had actually thought he could win the competition! It was all just a pipe dream. After shouting, weeping, blaming each other, cursing, and even fighting, both were in immense pain. Somehow, they even contemplated suicide.

The idea of death came from Xu Xiaoli; she didn't want to return to Guan Dapeng's side and become a tool for lust and procreation. Deep down, she always felt that she and Yu Wenbin were the perfect revolutionary couple. Her indulgence in lust made her feel ashamed in the sunlight, yet she still couldn't help but yearn for that rugged, passionate man under the moonlight. But now, they had abandoned their revolutionary work, their "elopement" was inevitable, and she couldn't face her comrades, her family, and even more so, she feared facing Guan Dapeng. Xu Xiaoli saw death as a path to escape the entanglements of lust and achieve spiritual ascension, and she earnestly urged Yu Wenbin to do so.

So, Yu Wenbin bought sleeping pills at a pharmacy. He tied himself and the woman together with rope, preventing either of them from escaping the room. He took a handful of sleeping pills himself first, then forced the woman to take some as well. Faced with the sleeping pills, Xu Xiaoli's will wavered; she suddenly didn't want to die and refused to take the pills. The man wouldn't have it. "You won't die, but I will? That's not fair!" he cried. So he grabbed the bottle and forced the remaining pills into the woman's mouth, pouring them down her throat. The woman cried, the pills dribbling from the corners of her mouth with her saliva. Then, she felt a burning stick being firmly inserted into her lower body. This burning stick was filled with hatred, thrusting again and again… as if it wanted to pierce her flesh.

Then, Yu Wenbin's fierce voice could be heard, "You don't want to die, but you have to! I can't leave you here to benefit Guan Dapeng! To benefit this piece of trash like you!" After that, Xu Xiaoli gradually lost consciousness until she was woken up by someone.

Meanwhile, Guan Dapeng, after discovering his wife had run away, led three of his brothers, Wen Gong Wu Wei, and followed her to this small inn. He unlocked the door and rushed inside, turning on the light.

In the dim, yellowish light, the blankets on the bed were bunched up like a small hill. An empty medicine bottle lay overturned beside the bed. A few white pills were scattered on the sheets.

One of his brothers, named Zhu Zi, lifted the blankets and saw the man and woman naked, the man on top, the woman on the bottom, embracing each other, bound together by a rope. He stepped forward and identified them, "Boss, it's my wife and that son of a bitch, Yu Wenbin." "What wife? She's a fucking slut!" Guan Dapeng raised the wooden stick in his hand and started hitting the naked Yu Wenbin. The other three started singing a song quoting Chairman Mao. Several blows landed, but the man on the bed didn't react. "You fucking Yu, you've got the guts to fuck my wife, but now you don't dare to fart? Make a sound?" Guan Dapeng felt he had lost face in front of his brothers. A tough, grown man couldn't even keep his wife, and now another man was riding on top of him.

All the anger in his chest was concentrated in the wooden stick in his hand, and he struck the man on the bed hard in the lower back.

"I'll break your son of a bitch's back, let's see what you'll ride a horse with in the future! If you can't straighten your back, what woman will want to mess around with you!" He hit him several times, but there was still no reaction.

Guan Dapeng was even more enraged, roaring, "Brothers, take Yu Wenbin to the outside yard, hang him upside down from the tree, and don't stop! Beat him to death! Stop when he starts talking.

I want to see if his bones are harder, or my big stick!" Several men went forward and untied the ropes, and the man slid off the woman. His back and buttocks were covered in bruises from the blows, but no blood flowed. Zhu Zi raised his hand and slapped Yu Wenbin's buttocks. The slap felt cold against the skin. He checked Yu Wenbin's breath and said, "Boss, no breath. Is he dead?" "Who cares if he's breathing or not, hang him up first! What about that slut? Is she still breathing?" Guan Dapeng ordered his men to carry the man out. As they passed by, he used the end of a stick to stab the man's crotch several times. "You little bastard! You dare steal my woman!" "Sister-in-law...no...this slut, she seems to still be breathing!" Zhu Zi found an envelope by the pillow.

He opened it, glanced at it, and shouted, "Boss, here's their suicide note!" He hurriedly handed the suicide note to Guan Dapeng.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!

We, a man and a woman, are like-minded revolutionary partners. One is named Yu Haiku (male, originally Yu Wenbin), and the other is named Xu Shilan (female, originally Xu Xiaoli). We responded to Your Excellency's great call to 'carry the revolution through to the end,' actively throwing ourselves into the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution. In the process of 'destroying the Four Olds and establishing the Four News,' sweeping away the monsters and demons, we, these young revolutionaries who are infinitely loyal to Your Excellency, developed a communist love. Revolution plus love made our proletarian revolutionary fighting spirit even more vigorous. We participated in the Great Debate, the Great Networking, and the Great Alliance together. Comrade Yu Haiku became the Deputy Commander of the Workers' General Headquarters, and Comrade Xu Shilan became the Propaganda Minister of the Workers' General Headquarters. We became close comrades-in-arms in the same trench under the illumination of Your brilliant thought, our hearts in harmony.

In order to fulfill the important task entrusted to us by Your Excellency, we decided..." We will only date, not marry. We will hold our wedding when the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution achieves its final victory. We will never allow bourgeois petty-Bolvik ideology to corrupt our souls, numb our will, or cause us to succumb to the decadence of romantic love. We believe that when the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution achieves its decisive victory, let the deafening drums, the resounding firecrackers, and the melodious music be the magnificent celebration of our wedding!

However, unfortunately, a notorious rogue, Guan Dapeng, infiltrated the revolutionary ranks. After a meeting to criticize capitalist roaders, Guan Dapeng said that the struggle was now severe and it was unsafe to go out in the dark, offering to take Comrade Xu Shilan home. It's all our fault for not being vigilant enough in our proletarian revolutionary struggle, for not understanding the complex revolutionary situation clearly, and for making inaccurate judgments, which allowed Guan Dapeng's bourgeois counter-revolutionary conspiracy to succeed. On the way, Guan Dapeng, this... A wolf in sheep's clothing, revealing the ugly nature of their class, raped Comrade Xu Shilan. After the incident, for the sake of revolutionary friendship, for seeking common ground while reserving differences, and for stability and unity, we did not wage a resolute and irreconcilable class struggle against Guan Dapeng, but instead made the mistake of the farmer and the snake. Comrade Yu Wenbin painfully gave up his love. Comrade Xu Shilan reluctantly married him. Guan Dapeng, this class enemy, for personal reasons, constantly ostracized Comrade Yu Haiku's correct line, causing the Workers' General Headquarters to embark on a path of violence and looting, seriously violating the revolutionary direction guided by Your Excellency.

Therefore, Comrade Yu Haiku, based on his position, resolutely withdrew from the Workers' General Headquarters' rebel organization.

Comrade Xu Shilan, in order to correct her husband Guan Dapeng's erroneous line, continued to stay in the Workers' General Headquarters to do salvage work.

Unexpectedly, Guan Dapeng increasingly deviated from the revolutionary direction guided by the Party Central Committee and Chairman Mao, and many revolutionary teams were innocently trampled upon. A young woman from the military. For this, Comrade Xu Shilan righteously broke ties with Guan Dapeng.

In the midst of hardship, after much painful reflection, we, the former lovers, reunited. When the mountain flowers bloom, they smile among them. For the sake of our noble revolutionary love, we came to a certain town. This departure of ours is not an elopement! We chose to fight to the death, to defend our supreme and sacred love with our young lives!

To show our determination, Comrade Yu Wenbin changed his name to Yu Haiku, and Xu Xiaoli changed her name to Xu Shilan. Before leaving this world, we swear to Chairman Mao: Our love will last forever!

Finally, we wish the great leader Chairman Mao good health and a long life!

Respectfully yours!

Proletarian revolutionary fighter and partner: Yu Haiku and Xu Shilan's final words. "Guan Dapeng, after reading this letter, was furious! Meanwhile, Xu Xiaoli, covering her head, sat up."

10.

"Dapeng, I don't want to die! Save me!" Xu Xiaoli, now awake, clung to Guan Dapeng's leg. After her near-death experience, she finally realized that Guan Dapeng was still the one who treated her well. All men's rudeness and brutality were the same. Despite Guan Dapeng having fathered two children with her, he never penetrated her vagina when she was menstruating, usually ejaculating in her mouth. But Yu Wenbin was different; he wouldn't easily let her go even during her period.

His bony frame throbbed against her skin, lacking the warm yet powerful elasticity of Guan Dapeng's solid muscles. Not to mention his small, silkworm-like penis, which couldn't provide the fullness and satisfaction of a burning hot iron.

The woman's pleas made Guan Dapeng lose face. The most shameful thing for a man is seeing the woman beneath him being with another man. This anger and humiliation seeped from every cell and hair. He quickly stripped naked, stroked his penis, and pressed it hard against the woman's stomach. "Xu Shilan, I'm Yu Haiku's father! I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you to death!" Xu Xiaoli screamed, but dared not disobey, desperately pressing her buttocks forward to be fucked. Zhu Zi watched, patted her face, and said, "Sister-in-law, are you out of your mind? Every woman who touches my brother's penis says it's good, but you insist on going to find such a coward." Xu Xiaoli cried out, "I was wrong, Dapeng, I was wrong!" Guan Dapeng didn't speak, but only exerted his strength, and the sound of "slap! slap!" echoed from his crotch. Sweat flowed down his dark back like a river.

Zhu Zi and two other brothers squatted behind Guan Dapeng, laughing, "Brother, why are you working so hard? Don't treat my sister-in-law like she's not human! We never see you working this hard with those capitalist roaders' women!" Today, Guan Dapeng brought his most trusted brothers from his Wen Gong Wu Wei gang. What made them trusted? First, they had fought alongside other factions, killed people, and crawled out of piles of corpses; second, they had gang-raped the wives of demons and monsters together.

Guan Dapeng, panting heavily, cursed, "Bullshit! You guys get stripped down too, we'll take turns showing off in bed later!" Zhu Zi was stunned. What did "showing off" mean? Showing off meant playing with women, showing off one's skills in bed, one's prowess with one's penis. "I wouldn't dare! This is my sister-in-law!" Guan Dapeng retorted angrily, "She's not your sister-in-law!" Zhu Zi looked at the other two brothers, "Er Niu, Biao Zi, what do you two say?" The two young men squatted on the ground, and Biao Zi said with a grin, "Brother Dapeng, you're a real brother! You're really willing to give your sister-in-law to us brothers?

Aren't you afraid she'll raise a fat son for each of us three?"

Guan Dapeng, relentlessly thrusting into Xu Xiaoli, said without a trace of mercy, "I told you, she's not your sister-in-law. She has nothing to do with me anymore!" Suddenly, he tensed his buttocks and ejaculated, his brows furrowed, seemingly savoring the last bit of pleasure within her. Finally, he pulled out his large, black penis, drawing out a thick stream of semen, and continued, "This bitch is our enemy. You can fuck her, so fuck her! If anyone doesn't want to, get out of the way and let the other brothers fuck her a couple more times!" Guan Dapeng had risen to power through the rebellion, and everything he did was glorious, except when it came to women, where he was utterly despicable. Before coming here, he had thought that as long as Xu Xiaoli was willing to go back with him, he would still love her as before. He planned to catch that brat surnamed Yu, break his leg, castrate one of his testicles, and warn him that if he dared to touch his woman again, he would gouge out his eyes and break his back. But what he had just witnessed made him see stars and tremble all over. This woman is even more wanton than me. I, Guan Dapeng, can make most women faint, and you're still not enough for her? You even have to get a wild man. Fine, I'll let you be wanton to your heart's content today.

Xu Xiaoli was already terrified, completely disregarding the dignity and propriety of a college student. Shaking her large breasts, she got up and knelt on the bed, "Dapeng, please spare me! Don't let them gang rape me, I was wrong!" She was crying and snotting, and Guan Dapeng's thick, semi-solid semen slowly flowed from between her legs. The three boys were already stunned. "Dapeng, even a day as husband and wife is a hundred days of kindness. For the sake of our revolutionary comrades, please spare me!" Guan Dapeng looked at her, his dark face revealing little expression except for the anger in his eyes. He turned to his three brothers and said, "She's no longer my woman. Fuck her to death, do whatever you want!" The three boys cheered and eagerly stripped off their clothes, revealing their burly bodies.

These three young men were all young factory workers, troublesome troublemakers for the factory leaders even before the Cultural Revolution. Since entering the factory at seventeen or eighteen, their days consisted of nothing but harassing women, gang fights, petty theft, practicing kung fu, and building up their strength—they did absolutely no real work. In short, besides their incredible strength, they had no other skills. However, their bravery and ruthlessness allowed them to rise through the ranks during the Cultural Revolution. Although Guan Dapeng was lecherous, he possessed a certain simple sense of "loyalty," always wanting to share the women he had slept with with his sworn brothers. Therefore, these young men, following Guan Dapeng, certainly enjoyed quite a bit of "sexual bliss."

The kid named Erniu was the first to pull down his underwear. His black penis was already erect, pressing against his stomach. He lewdly played with his large testicles, saying, "Brother Dapeng, you know what kind of people the three of us are. We're addicted to our dicks, and it's been a while since we've had a woman. Look how hard my balls are! Don't blame us for... rubbing this bitch to pieces!" Guan Dapeng, naked from the waist down, found a chair, sat down, lit a cigarette, and said, "Haven't I seen your three cunts before? Do whatever makes your dicks feel good, let's get started!"

11.

Xu Xiaoli watched as three strong young men pounced on her. The smell of smoke, sweat, and the stench of their crotches overwhelmed her, and she felt despair. These three men often came to her house to drink, and after drinking, they would stare at her lecherously.

She knew she was like a lamb in their eyes, but the wolf who had protected her was gone. Now, she was the prey, and they would kill her.

Erniu and Zhuzi greedily played with Xu Xiaoli's breasts. Their large hands, used to holding hammers and pliers, now gripped the breasts of a college student woman, which excited them immensely. Biaozi leaned closer to examine the woman's vulva, using his thick fingers to dab out Guan Dapeng's semen. "Big brother's got guts, his cock's so wet! Hehe, little bitch, you don't know how lucky you are. What's so great about being a scholar? I don't think their cocks are any good. Even the wife of that reactionary academic authority was subdued by my hard cock, and she still calls me 'daddy'!" As he spoke, Biaozi pressed his cock against Xu Xiaoli's vulva, his face flushed with excitement. "Little bitch, your white flesh, the brothers have been eyeing it for more than a day or two! So many men in the steel mill are thinking about you and masturbating! I'm lucky with my cock!" With a rough roar, the burly young man pressed his strong body against the woman, his cock forcing open her already swollen labia and penetrating her. "Good cunt, good cunt! Tight in the front and loose in the back, so wet!" Biaozi said, and began to thrust his black ass wildly.

Zhu Zi said jealously, "Damn it, you got to fuck me first!" To vent his anger, he roughly shoved his huge cock into Xu Xiaoli's mouth, thrusting it in and out as if he were fucking her cunt. "Little bitch, let me relieve my fire with your little mouth." Er Niu, watching from the side, grew anxious. He was big, and his cock was as thick as an old corn cob. At this moment, he could only rub his glans against Xu Xiaoli's breasts with burning passion. Her tender breasts, already marked with red welts from Guan Dapeng and the other young men, looked even more beautiful, now glistening with Er Niu's pre-ejaculate. But breasts were still no match for a cunt, and Er Niu broke out in a sweat. Coupled with the "glug glug" sounds and lewd laughter from Biao Zi's crotch, and the visual effect of Zhu Zi's shiny black cock going in and out of her cherry-like mouth, Er Niu became furious.

"Brother, have you opened this slut's ass hole yet?"

Guan Dapeng was watching his three brothers "playing tricks" with great interest when he heard Erniu's words and laughed. "Damn it, you're in such a hurry, kid?" Erniu pressed down on his penis, then let go, the glans slapping against his abs. "In a hurry! Of course I'm in a hurry!" Guan Dapeng laughed. "I've played with all three holes of this bitch, front and back! You can just get some oil and it'll be fine!" Before he finished speaking, Erniu pulled on his underwear, his penis erect, and went out the door. Guan Dapeng only heard a commotion inside the small hotel, mixed with women shouting "You filthy hooligan!" A moment later, Erniu came back in, holding a bottle of sesame oil. "Here, use this! Let's plug all three holes of this bitch!" Erniu smeared his penis with oil until it was shiny, and then roughly smeared sesame oil on Xu Xiaoli's anus as well.

But they couldn't figure out how to proceed. The three strong young men, their large penises erect—one covered in sesame oil, one in vaginal fluid, and one in saliva—couldn't think of a position to have sex with all three of the woman's holes at once.

Finally, Guan Dapeng, displaying his leadership skills, told them, "Have her on the bed. The one having sex with her vagina should lie on her back on the bed, and the little bitch should sit on him and play with him. The one having sex with her anus should stand on the floor and have sex with her from behind. The one having sex with her mouth should kneel on the bed. If the little bitch is lying down, have sex with her kneeling; if she's sitting up, have sex with her standing up!" Zhu Zi was overjoyed: "Big Brother is the best!" So, Xu Xiaoli, trembling, played with Biao Zi's penis, enduring excruciating pain as Er Niu's thick, fleshy rod savagely entered and exited her. In her mouth was Zhu Zi's penis. The three young men, panting heavily, were extremely excited, covered in sweat, desperately satisfying their lust on this beautiful body. The rascals' large hands roamed over the woman's body, kneading and pinching her nipples until they bled, while Erniu excitedly slapped her snow-white buttocks, the coarse black pubic hair irritating her vulva until it was red, swollen, and painful.

These three strong young men were believers in Guan Dapeng's philosophy that "only those with guts can do revolution," and they treated playing with women with the same fervor as a physical fight. After a while, their penises were still rock hard. Zhu Zi was fed up and started yelling for a change, "It's my turn to fuck her now!" Er Niu argued with him, "You fuck her asshole, it's really tight!" "If it's tight, keep going, I want to fuck her pussy!" Zhu Zi was getting impatient, "I knew it a long time ago, this woman's pussy is so fat and bulging, and the pubic hair is thick, it's a good pussy that needs to be fucked!" Biao Zi was already flushed from fucking, covered in oily sweat, and still happily thrusting his cock upwards, "Zhu Zi, you're right, this slut's pussy is full of fleshy folds, it makes my glans feel so good. The pussy is like a woman's little mouth, sucking my cock! I've fucked a few intellectual women, but none of them are as comfortable as this!" As soon as he said that, the two boys next to him became even more excited. Jia was getting impatient and told him to "give way," but Biaozi laughed and said, "What's the rush? I just realized what kind of luck Brother Dapeng has been enjoying for the past year. Being able to fuck such a beauty and such a cunt every day is real fucking luck! Brother Dapeng even got this little bitch pregnant twice. I'm so jealous of you!" Guan Dapeng laughed from the side, "Fuck your mother! A real man should enjoy fucking luck! As long as you follow me and work hard, overthrow the demons and monsters, and strive for the great victory of the Cultural Revolution, I guarantee you'll enjoy endless fucking luck!

You guys take turns! 200, then change!" So the three hotheads fucked and counted, taking turns four or five times before they all yelled that they wanted to pee their dicks.

Biaozi asked Guan Dapeng, "Brother, did we all piss in this little bitch's cunt?" Guan Dapeng, smoking a cigarette, said fiercely, "Pee, all of you piss in her cunt! If you're so capable, let her give you sons. Anyway, I have nothing to do with her anymore!" The first to conceive was Erniu. He pressed his muscular body against Xu Xiaoli, his facial muscles twitching as he enjoyed the suction of Xu Xiaoli's cervix and felt the unparalleled pleasure as his semen passed through his urethra. He roared, "Long live Chairman Mao! Long live Chairman Mao! Long live Chairman Mao!" and ejaculated a thick stream of semen.

The second was Biaozi, who lewdly made Xu Xiaoli straddle his penis, her tender flesh pressed tightly against his broad, thick, wall-like muscles. He thrust his hips roughly, shouting, "I'm peeing! I'm fucking your college student belly! Long live the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution!" The third was Zhuzi, who positioned Xu Xiaoli in the position Guan Dapeng was most familiar with, making her stick her cunt up in the air, with his back to the woman, straddling her fat, white buttocks. "Brother, you taught me this position. I think this is the most enjoyable way to fuck a whore! A whore should be fucked like this, she's our beast under our crotch... Ouch... Ouch... Long live *** ideology! Long live Chairman Mao!" Guan Dapeng watched his three brothers vent their lust on Xu Xiaoli, and he knew they were telling the truth. In the hearts of these rough men, the greatest pleasure in life was the penis between their legs, and while enjoying the most wonderful "penis bliss," they couldn't help but feel grateful for the great Cultural Revolution and the great Chairman Mao. It was this revolution that allowed these brutes to snatch fragrant women from the intellectuals and then ride them under their thighs; it was *** that allowed their savage, foul sperm to sprout and take root in the bellies of noble, educated women.

12.

After the first round of gang rape, the three burly young men, still unsatisfied, caressed Xu Xiaoli's body and rubbed their large, erotic devices, trying to make a comeback. Xu Xiaoli turned her gaze to Guan Dapeng, "Dapeng, I've fathered two sons for you, two sons! Spare me, spare me!" Guan Dapeng didn't even look at her, but Zhu Zi chuckled beside him, "Little bitch, don't think you're the only one who can give Dapeng a son. Lots of women are crawling under his crotch. These past few days, Xiao Yang from Gangtie Middle School is pregnant again. I bet it's Dapeng's seed, isn't it?" Guan Dapeng laughed smugly, "You're not stupid, kid!" Zhu Zi patted Xu Xiaoli's buttocks, "Did you hear that? Just serve the three of us properly, let us have our fill of cock and we'll let you go!" Xu Xiaoli said tremblingly, "You guys, haven't you all ejaculated?" The burly men all laughed. Er Niu stood up, and with a forceful movement, his ox-like body bulged with muscles like iron balls, "Little bitch, look at our bodies, our cocks..." "The boss's addicted! And with a college girl like you, we're going to fuck you five times today!" "That's settled then, whoever doesn't fuck you five times won't get a chance to play with women anymore!" Biaozi chuckled, lifting his half-erect penis to show Xu Xiaoli his testicles, "Look at my balls, still so big, today I'm going to piss all the semen in here onto you!" "Big brother told us to show off on you," Zhuzi said with a grin, fiddling with his large, throbbing penis, "We're going to show you our real fucking skills, have a good time, and get our money's worth! Okay, my dick's hard, I'll go first! This time we'll take turns, have a good time with this bitch!" For the next whole day, Xu Xiaoli was manipulated into all sorts of lewd and unbelievable positions by the three beastly young men, who played with her wantonly. These strong young men, from rural areas or urban poor, possessed a savage, inexhaustible energy and a greedy desire for the bodies of intellectual women. They ejaculated again and again, then erected, ejaculated again, then erected again, their sweat, exuding male hormones and the stench of carnivorous men, ravaging her beautiful body with brutal force.

Finally, a large pool of fluid mixed with semen and blood flowed from Xu Xiaoli's genitals, and she fainted.

The next day, Guan Dapeng and his men hauled Xu Xiaoli to the steel factory's residential compound on a handcart, finding her a place to live. Then, all the men in the area heard the rumor: only men who had slept with Xu Xiaoli knew what true bliss was!

Furthermore, in the armed conflicts, the bravest and most fearless rebels would receive "tickets" to patronize Xu Xiaoli. Each person could only receive one such ticket in their lifetime; both sides were printed with quotations, except for a red stamp in the lower right corner bearing the image of the "Red Sun." Those who received the tickets were all tough, burly industrial workers and street thugs. Guan Dapeng euphemistically called them "poetry notes" for Xu Xiaoli, a propaganda cadre, to use to talk to the progressive rebels and write articles. But none of those articles were published. So, the most loyal supporters of the Cultural Revolution—the rough and ready working class—called these legendary tickets "sun tickets"—of course, at that time it was impossible to openly say that the red sun emblem had anything to do with the "sun." And those who received the tickets always had to muster up all their energy before enjoying them. By this time, Guan Dapeng was the deputy director of the Municipal Revolutionary Committee, and he entrusted the distribution of tickets to Zhu Zi. When distributing the "tickets" to the rebels, Zhu Zi would always bring along two jin of pork belly and a bottle of strong liquor. "This is what Director Guan instructed. Eat well, drink well, and have fun!" His lewd eyes and the man's panting, excited expression were a stark contrast.

When the rebels went to Xu Xiaoli's place with their money, Guan Dapeng would always appear at the door the next morning.

He would light a cigarette, listening to the rough, lewd laughter of men and the pitiful moans of women coming from inside. He knew that a lustful man couldn't refuse one last chance to enjoy that plump, white woman's body. He knew that not only was that woman's vagina beautiful, but her aura of aloofness and allure was fatally attractive to men. He would patiently wait for the sounds to gradually subside, then watch the unfamiliar, burly men, shirtless and belted, walk out of the house, reeking of sweat after heavy physical labor, their faces full of the pleasure of their erections.

Some of these burly men didn't care about the people going to work in the morning. They would stand under the tree in front of Xu Xiaoli's door, pull out their purplish-red penises, and urinate a long, foul-smelling stream, displaying the bold and unrestrained nature of the working class as masters of their own destiny.

Guan Dapeng, on a whim, would also go and urinate alongside them. The burly man would often glance at his penis, startled, then look at his face, exclaiming, "Director Guan!" He would then grab the burly man's thick shoulders, leering, and ask, "Was it satisfying?" To his satisfaction, none of the burly men who had received "money" hesitated to answer. They would always shove their penises back into their pants, saying bluntly, "Good cunt!", "Satisfying!", "It's so wonderful!" There was even a dark-skinned man who pointed to the female secretions scraped from his glans and answered blankly, "Director Guan, look how comfortable that slut's cunt feels after I fucked her! I could fuck her again for another day!" Guan Dapeng laughed heartily and promoted this guy to head of the action department.

Xu Xiaoli began getting pregnant frequently. Unfortunately, she was unlucky; the first time she received "money" while heavily pregnant, it was from the steel factory's notorious strongman. This man had a thick, stubble-like beard, short, bluish-gray hair, and was incredibly strong; he could break a steel bar as thick as two fingers with three sledgehammer blows. This man in his thirties had long since honed his skills in seducing women, honing his techniques on his own wife and the wife of a counter-revolutionary. When he took off his clothes, revealing his hairy body and his dark red erection, Xu Xiaoli fearfully pleaded with him to be gentle, explaining that her belly was large.

But the burly man ruthlessly refused; he was already drooling and staring, aroused by the woman's swollen belly, engorged breasts, and exaggerated nipples. He knew that if Xu Xiaoli's vagina was famously beautiful, then her pregnant vagina would be even more enchanting—a blessing bestowed upon his penis for generations! He impatiently pressed his massive frame onto the delicate body, suddenly recalling a saying from the city's worker rebels: "Only those who have slept with Xu Xiaoli are true heroes!" The thought that this "pleasure" beneath him was earned with the blood and sweat of his revolutionary work fueled his excitement. He grabbed Xu Xiaoli's large breasts with his rough hands, ignoring the woman's pleas and tears, his wolfish eyes fixed on the intertwining of his pubic hair and the woman's, and began to thrust into her with relentless force.

Soon, a sticky, lustful fluid flowed from Xu Xiaoli's lower body, coating the burning hot penis. With the bull-like, forceful thrusts of the steelworker, it made a "gurgling" sound along with her vagina. The burly, dark-skinned man grinned smugly, enjoyingly playing with Xu Xiaoli's large, dark areolas while cursing her as a "pretentious slut," swaying his round, firm buttocks and thrusting his beast-like penis into her vagina with gusto.

Xu Xiaoli cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"I love fucking pregnant women, it's fucking awesome!"

Xu Xiaoli lay on the bed, her legs hoisted onto the man's shoulders, her buttocks rippled from the impact. These were the last words she heard before she passed out.

The next day, she miscarried again.

Less than a month after the miscarriage, the burly, dark-skinned man came to her house again. Xu Xiaoli, who had just recovered, looked at him in surprise. "I told Director Guan, 'Last time I fucked you to death, I wasn't satisfied!' Director Guan made me the first one there, saying I'd done a great service and should be given an exception. Not only did he give me a ticket, but he also wanted me to 'sow the seed' and get you pregnant so more comrades and brothers could enjoy the good life!" From then on, all the rebels in the city knew that the best thing Director Guan had wasn't "tickets," but "red tickets." "Red tickets" were only given out when Xu Xiaoli was pregnant and her belly was noticeably large, and it was uncertain how many would be issued. If you were the first one to have sex with her, you might only get this one in the next few months!

Guan Dapeng was also very selective in choosing those who received the "red tickets." He not only required these guys to be "brave" in their revolutionary work, but also selected the strongest men with the most experience in playing with women to bestow this favor upon them. After having sex with Xu Xiaoli's pregnant cunt, these men were like Christians who had witnessed the Kingdom of Heaven, deeply grateful to Guan Dapeng and the Cultural Revolution.

Epilogue

From 1968 to 1973, Xu Xiaoli ignited revolutionary passion in the hearts of many working-class people with her body.

Inspired by her, whether in armed struggle, ransacking homes, or criticism sessions, the worker rebels displayed a spirit of fearlessness, imagining her pure white flesh and alluring vagina, relentlessly pushing forward, carrying out the Cultural Revolution with great fervor, vowing to sweep away the remaining enemies. Those men who received the "tickets" undoubtedly became the elite among men. After experiencing that unforgettable night, emptying their testicles of semen, they framed the "tickets" as certificates of reward for their revolutionary work, and "having slept with Xu Xiaoli" became an eternal honor in their lives. They were repeatedly surrounded by teenagers, young men, middle-aged men, and even elderly men in public toilets, bathhouses, and even factory workshops, demanding that they recount the process of playing with Xu Xiaoli's body, and even being asked to pull out their particularly "advanced" penises and demonstrate the positions they used to have sex with her that night. Many naive young men, stimulated in this way, dreamt of kneading Xu Xiaoli's breasts and ejaculating for the first time.

According to Guan Dapeng, many of these rough and strong men were later hired to help "deal with their wives" or even "produce children." Especially those counter-revolutionary and rightist offspring whose penises had been intentionally or unintentionally kicked, beaten, or smashed during the Cultural Revolution—they loved doing this. After the physical torture, the image of the working-class rebels as towering figures was so vividly etched in their minds that even towards the end of the Cultural Revolution, when social pressure eased, they, like everyone else, still idolized those men who had slept with Xu Xiaoli—their penises were like recipients of a prestigious certificate. Fortunately, these roughnecks never refused the offered penises, and according to their lustful feedback, they thankfully fulfilled their mission, thoroughly ravaging the women of landlords, rich peasants, counter-revolutionaries, bad elements, and rightists until they were completely exhausted and ready to conceive.

However, the men always smacked their lips and cursed at the end, "Damn it, Director Guan, if I had to say, of all the whores I've slept with, Xu Xiaoli's cunt was the best!" In 1973, Deng Xiaoping returned to power, and after that, no one ever saw Xu Xiaoli again. Some said she was killed by Guan Dapeng; some said she was sent to the countryside and married a bachelor; others said she seduced the young man who brought her food, escaped, and disappeared without a trace.

As for Guan Dapeng, he died. Everyone dies eventually.

When he died, my uncle was walking down the street, his penis, just beginning to throb, throbbing in his pants. He repeatedly told me his thoughts at the time: "Damn it, if I could be like Guan Dapeng, having fucked such a good cunt until it was worn out, until I was tired of it, I'd be happy even if I only lived to 18!" A few words afterward: Some people say that some parts of this article are described too simply, glossed over. This piece was written on a whim, without any grand ambitions (although my other works are also unambitious, just gunfight stories), so I'm too lazy to write in much detail. Please use your imagination. [

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[The End]

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