Pick up a farm girl

Shortly after breaking up with my second girlfriend, Sisi, I met my current wife. During our two-year courtship, I was truly devoted to her. You could say that, apart from my fiancée, I had no interest in other girls. And so, after two years of passionate courtship, we got married.

Men are truly strange creatures. Only a year into our marriage, I became interested in other women again. I think this interest wasn't purely sexual. Sexually, if my wife is healthy, she can fully satisfy her husband. As the saying goes, "There are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not fields that are over-plowed," which illustrates this point. Now I've realized that a man's endless pursuit and enjoyment of women, psychologically speaking, stems from a desire to conquer and possess the beauty of the opposite sex. Sex is merely a result of this conquest and possession. I wonder if my fellow horny folks agree with my view?

Don't think I only live in a world of pornography; I'm also diligently pursuing my career. After getting married, I enrolled in graduate school, and my living environment shifted from the suburbs to the city. Compared to undergraduate life, graduate school was much more leisurely. We had very few classes each week, and the rest of the time was spent reading extensively on related books, delving into research, analyzing social issues, and drawing conclusions that were close to reality. Therefore, I had a lot of free time.

Once, my wife was away on a business trip, and I had no classes. Feeling bored at home, I went for a stroll. By a bridge, I spotted a rural girl, also wandering the streets aimlessly. This girl was about 20 years old, with dry, messy, yellowish hair, dark skin, and no lipstick. Compared to city girls, her clothes and appearance were very rustic. If I were still a free bachelor, I wouldn't even bother to look at a girl like that. Unfortunately, I'm married now, and I don't dare to mess with beautiful city girls anymore, for fear of causing trouble and gaining a reputation for moral depravity. So I lowered my standards and set my sights on the rural girl. I followed this girl, thinking about how to seduce her. Seeing her come out of a store, I mustered my courage and approached her from behind, whispering, "How about we hang out together?" She smiled at me but didn't say anything. I then asked her, "How about we go see a movie together?" This time she spoke, "Where should we go?" I said, "The May Day Cinema." She asked, "Where is it?" I told her to just follow me. To be honest, this was the first time I'd ever tried to pick up a girl alone on the street, and my heart was pounding with nervousness. I led the way, and at first we walked on the same side of the street. After a while, for some reason, she crossed to the other side of the street alone, but she was still walking in the same direction as me. Suddenly, I noticed armed police officers standing guard at the gate of a building on her side. I thought: Oh no, is she trying to ask the police for help, accusing me of harassing her? Thinking this, a chill ran down my spine, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead. I stood still, watching to see what she was up to. I thought to myself, if she stood there pointing at me and talking to the armed police, I'd run away immediately. Harassing a woman is no joke! Luckily, she just walked past the armed police post, and nothing terrible happened as I feared. I had a close call. Hehe.

We met up in front of the movie theater; the movie had already started. After buying our tickets, we hurriedly entered and took our seats, led by a staff member. Having come in from the bright sunlight, my eyes weren't used to the darkness of the theater. Apart from the images on the screen, the entire space felt pitch black. In the darkness, I suddenly became bolder. As soon as she sat down next to me, I put one arm around her, pulling her close, and kissed her on the lips. My other hand went directly inside her clothes and touched her breasts. Surprisingly, she was quite bold, resting her head on my shoulder without any resistance. Being a girl from the countryside, her breasts were quite firm. I roughly kneaded and rubbed her high, swollen breasts, savoring her nipples. Only after my eyes adjusted to the light did I realize with a start that everyone around me could see my actions. Luckily, there weren't many moviegoers during the day; they were scattered around us. I adjusted my position, trying to be as discreet as possible, and continued my assault. As I increased the pressure of my kneading of her nipples, I felt her breathing become rapid. I pulled her hand to my crotch, and she gently rubbed my penis through my pants. I then moved my hand to her crotch and touched her vulva. The moment my hand touched her, I felt a thick wad of tissue paper. I knew she was menstruating; oh well, looks like nothing will happen today. I whispered in her ear, "Are you menstruating?" She nudged me with her finger and quietly replied, "It's over." I felt a surge of joy, a renewed sense of hope. Because she had a piece of paper under her vagina, I was afraid of blood on it, so I didn't reach inside to touch her, even though my penis was painfully hard. The movie theater environment made it impossible for me to have sex with her. So, we watched the movie while caressing each other.

Before the movie ended, I kept thinking about how to have sex with her. Hotels and inns were strictly inspected at the time, and I didn't have the money to get a room. Finally, I decided to take her to the suburbs first. As soon as the movie ended, I took her on a bus to a field in the suburbs. The field was open and spacious, with piles of weeds that farmers had hoeed burning, emitting acrid smoke. Not far away, several farmers were hoeing weeds. We found a spot on the edge of the field as far away from the farmers as possible and sat down. I cupped her face and continued kissing her, while one hand went deep inside her clothes and squeezed her breasts forcefully. I guessed this girl had a very strong sex drive. After only a few moments of pinching her nipples, she started moaning lewdly. Afraid the nearby farmers would hear, I stopped, as this wasn't a suitable place for sex. My gaze swept around, and I spotted a large thicket of bushes in the distance to our side. It was land requisitioned from farmers for road construction, and they no longer farmed there. I had finally found a paradise. In the bushes, I found a good spot—a natural shade shelter formed by shrubs and weeds, its top surrounded by weeds, with a small flat area in the center. I pulled her inside immediately, embracing her full body and kissing her passionately. My hands shamelessly fondled her breasts, pulled open her clothes, and I buried my face in her chest, sucking on her nipples desperately. "Ah...ah...ah..." she began to moan. I pulled her pants down to her thighs, making her turn around so her backside was facing me. I immediately saw her vagina! Below her anus, her rosy vaginal opening was glistening with moisture, and the area around it was covered with white traces of dried vaginal fluid. I pulled out my large penis, aimed it at her vaginal opening, and thrust it in. She cried out, "Ah!" Her warm vagina immediately gripped my penis tightly. I held her buttocks and thrust vigorously. With each in and out of my penis, she let out loud moans. Afraid of being heard, I covered her mouth with my hand and ejaculated into her vagina during our passionate wild sex. After pulling out my penis, I saw my semen slowly flowing from her vaginal opening between her labia…

Afterwards, she told me that she was 21 years old, a farmer from Muyang Township in a suburban county, named Yang Qiongying, married but without children. I wondered how she could be so bold and natural during sex; now I understand, haha!

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