Mountain Village Young Woman

My husband and I scrimped and saved, finally opening our own small grocery store in town. Although small, business was booming because the town was located at the junction of three provinces, a crucial transit point for travelers from both the north and south. But fate is unpredictable. On his way to buy supplies, my husband was hit by a drunk driver. He spent three months in the hospital, miraculously surviving, but his lower limbs were paralyzed. Although the driver was sentenced to a year in prison and the insurance company provided 20,000 yuan in disability compensation, he was essentially useless.
During the time I cared for him, I closed the store and stayed by his side. Every day after meals, I would massage his legs for two hours, hoping that one day he could stand up again and regain his male function.
My sexual desire has always been very strong. For over ten years of our marriage, whenever we were together at night, I always made advances, leaving my husband exhausted. Strangely enough, since my husband's illness, I haven't had any sexual desires. Despite touching and stroking my husband's lifeless penis every day with my hands, mouth, breasts, and even my genitals, I felt no sexual desire. I only wanted him to stand up again, even if it was just to regain some sensation.
My husband often said to me with tears in his eyes, "My life is over. You're only 37. You should remarry and leave me alone." The more he advised me like this, the more heartbroken I felt. Even if I never had sex again, I would never leave him. To treat his illness, I searched everywhere for folk remedies, trying everything from sheep testicles and dog penises to pig testicles. Day after day, for a whole year, with food and treatment, my money gradually ran out. I had to reopen my grocery store to earn some money to make ends meet.
In the store, there were often drivers who bought cigarettes and alcohol. These long-distance drivers were worldly and very rough around the edges.
Although I'm nearing middle age, because I had children early after marriage and recovered quickly, my breasts are still very full and perky, possessing a charm that surpasses that of a young girl. So sometimes when they give me change, they'll pinch my chest with a grin and say, "Keep the change, let the older brother give you a kiss, and I'll give you five yuan."
I've seen this so many times that I've gotten used to it. Perhaps it's because I haven't been with men for too long, but after they grope me, looking at their muscular bodies, my lower body always feels unbearably hot, often keeping me up all night, and my underwear is always damp when I wake up. Sigh! Why is my life so miserable?
That day, it was incredibly hot, and there wasn't a soul on the street. The shop was like a sauna, and sweat clung to my skirt. At noon, there weren't many customers either, so I took a chair and sat by the door watching two shirtless teenagers playing soccer under the shade of a tree. One of them, chasing after a ball, tripped over his teammate and fell onto a rock, his arm immediately bleeding. His teammate, seeing this, ran away in fright, leaving him standing there, clutching his arm in a daze. I quickly ran over, pulled him back to the shop, and helped clean his wound.
"Look at you, so careless! Does it hurt?"
"A little," he said, lowering his head.
"How old are you?"
"12." Two years younger than my son!
Looking at his childlike face and still-developing body, my heart ached. "Don't move, Auntie will find you some antiseptic, just put it on." I climbed the ladder and rummaged through the upper shelves for antiseptic and bandages.
"What's your name?!" I asked him as I searched, but he didn't answer. I looked down and was startled; the boy was staring intently at my skirt. Because of the heat, I was only wearing very small briefs, and my pubic hair was quite thick, showing through. "This kid," I felt a sudden heat between my legs and almost fell off the ladder. After getting the medicine, I noticed a bulge in the middle of his shorts.
"What did you see just now?" I started bandaging him.
His face turned red instantly: "Nothing."
"Look, your face is all red, and you still say you didn't see anything. Did you see Auntie's shorts?"
"Yes." He lowered his head.
"What else did you see?" My pussy started to itch and got a little wet.
"I also saw..." His head lowered even further, but his shorts bulged even more.
"I also saw Auntie's pubic hair, didn't I?" My juices flowed down.
He turned to leave, but I grabbed him: "Tell Auntie, am I pretty?"
"Pretty."
"Tell the truth, do you want to see Auntie's body?"
"Yes." He whispered.
I stood up, closed the shop door, and locked it. "Okay, Auntie will let you see." I said, taking off my dress.
Because of the heat and sweat, my breasts had slipped halfway out of my bra, and my panties were soaked. The boy stared wide-eyed at my body greedily. I unhooked my bra, took his hand, and gently placed it on my breast, making him tremble.
"Come on, child, gently caress it."
The sensation from my breast reminded me of my first sexual experience, and the feeling grew stronger, my vagina leaking fluid again.
"Come on, child, let Auntie see yours." As I spoke, I pulled down his shorts. I saw his penis, about three inches long, standing erect, with a few sparse hairs around it, and the foreskin wasn't fully retracted. I used my hand to pull back his foreskin and stroked it up and down, and the boy began to groan. Suddenly, he had an erection, and his semen shot out, covering my hand—it was probably his virgin semen!
The boy's face turned even redder: "I'm sorry, Auntie."
"It's okay, it's always like this the first time." I took off my panties as well, the semen on my hand mixing with the vaginal fluid, staining my pubic hair. “Come on, put your hand here.” I guided his hand into my vagina, while my hand began to stroke his penis.
Soon, his penis was hard again. I couldn't hold back any longer. I leaned over the ladder, sticking my buttocks out, revealing my wet vagina: “Quick! Fuck Auntie with your penis.” My vagina convulsed. The boy stood behind me, bewildered. I quickly guided him into my vagina, which was dripping with vaginal fluid. I felt a slight swelling, and his penis slid in. The
little guy thrust vigorously behind me, and because of the excessive fluid, it often slipped out, requiring me to push it back in each time. In this intermittent process, I reached orgasm. The little guy, having just ejaculated, had a persistent erection, and I finally had to use my hand to help him ejaculate for the second time in his life.
Oh, a year had passed, and my vagina was filled and moistened for the first time. Although it was so small, I felt it was more stimulating and satisfying than my first time.
Village Young Woman (Part Two)
My name is Shufen. After graduating from high school, I worked at the town's department store until I met my husband. That year, my husband was discharged from the army and came to the town's auto repair shop. We got married through an introduction. Soon after our marriage, we had a son. Later, we both quit our jobs and opened our own grocery store. Just as things were starting to get better, my husband was in a car accident.
I had to take care of my husband and son, run the store, and endure the torment of sexual urges all by myself. I simply couldn't take it anymore. Until one day, a little guy accidentally entered my life and awakened the repressed sexual desire within me. From then on, I found meaning in life.
Yes, although my husband's body was failing, I could find my own way! So I often used my hands, sausages, and even eggplants and cucumbers to masturbate while cooking. One day, I suddenly had an idea. After my son fell asleep that night, I went to my husband's bedside, took off all my clothes, got on the bed, and knelt in front of my husband's face. He looked at me in surprise, but quickly understood what I meant. He parted my pubic hair with his hands and began to lick my vulva with his tongue. "Ah..." My juices flowed again.
I squatted in front of my husband's face as if I were urinating, with my anus and vulva facing his mouth. "Ah... faster... harder, put it in... oh... so good," I moaned.
My husband parted my labia with his hands and forcefully inserted his tongue. This was the first time in a year that his body had entered mine. My body felt like it was on fire; I felt waves of contractions inside my vagina, both itchy and numb.
Suddenly, my husband withdrew his tongue, and I couldn't help but whisper, "Quick, quick, put it in!"
"You have too much pubic hair; it's hurting my face." My husband had never given me oral sex before. My pubic hair was thick and coarse, a thick, black tuft covering my entire vulva like a pile of grass, making me very careful when wearing clothes in the summer. I had a sudden inspiration. I ran naked to the kitchen, brought back a basin of hot water, and picked up my husband's razor: "I usually shave you, but today I want you to shave my 'beard'."
"I don't know how."
"You'll learn once you try. Besides, it'll help you move around. Come on!" As I spoke, I lathered my pubic hair with soap. My husband sighed helplessly and carefully began to shave from my lower abdomen with the razor. As clumps of pubic hair were shaved off, my vulva was gradually revealed. The rustling sounds seemed to echo in my heart, making my whole body itch, like countless tiny ants biting me, and streams of lustful fluid seeped from my little pussy.
"All done." My husband wiped my smooth vulva with a towel. I looked down and saw my vulva was white and plump, bulging high, like a steamed bun, with a slit in the middle, constantly seeping lustful fluid, like a ripe peach splitting open. This was the first time I had seen my vulva since giving birth to my son, and my face felt a little hot. My husband laughed and said, "You're a steamed bun, it's described in the book." This was the first time I had seen him smile since his injury.
"Do you want to taste my steamed bun?" I said coquettishly.
"I, I can't, I'm too tired." My husband hadn't been so active since his injury.
My pussy was sore and swollen, it was so uncomfortable. I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed my husband's hand, and forcefully stuffed it into my little hole. My husband just watched me. "I'm so anxious!" Because I couldn't grip his hand tightly, my vagina felt numb and itchy deep inside. I really wanted to find a scratcher to go in and scratch it. I looked around and found my husband's cane. I bought it for him after he was injured, spending over five hundred yuan. It was a steel rod about an inch thick, with a rubber sheath at the end, and had never been used. I grabbed it and rubbed the cane head hard against my vagina.
"You'll hurt yourself!" My husband glared at me and reached to snatch it away.
I couldn't hear anything. In my eyes, the cane was a huge penis, its rubber head like a thick glans stimulating me. I sat on the bed, holding it upside down with both hands: "Quick, go in!" My huge penis, with a "plop," went in about three inches.
"Ah...ah..." It felt so good. I moved back and forth. It was like a magic wand, influencing my body and my mind. All my senses were concentrated in my vagina; my whole being had become one big vagina.
I convulsed wildly, feeling waves of orgasm emanating from my vagina, spreading throughout my body until they overwhelmed me.
I collapsed onto the bed, the cane, still wet with my juices, remaining inside my vagina. I don't know how much time passed, but then I felt a jolt between my legs; my husband had pulled the cane out.
"Hmph, you said you bought it for me! Turns out you spent over five hundred yuan on a big cock yourself," my husband said angrily.
"You're bad, you're so bad..." I punched him.
Even though the cane was gone, my vagina continued to twitch, as if it were still there. From then on, I had a new tool for masturbation.
When I finished cleaning and was wiping my husband's body, I noticed a drop of clear liquid on his glans.
(Mountain Village Young Woman (Part Three))
Since playing the "eating steamed buns" game with my husband, I've noticed his spirits have improved considerably. Every evening, he would clamor for steamed buns, prompting my son to ask, "Dad, didn't you just eat? Why do you want more?"
I laughed, "Your dad discovered that eating more steamed buns helps him recover."
"Then I'll have some too."
"Go ahead!" I casually picked up a steamed bun and gave it to my son. Had my son discovered our secret about eating steamed buns? That kid, when he was little, he was once severely beaten by me for peeping at me while I was bathing.
My husband's face was beaming more, and his health seemed to be improving. He often felt a faint return of feeling in his feet and could even sit up. It seems the power of the spirit is not to be underestimated!
With my husband's health improving, I focused my energy back on the grocery store.
One morning, I had just finished stocking up and was tidying up the store when I heard a knock at the door. Who could be buying something so early? I opened the door and saw a man with a full beard standing outside. He was very tall and had an indescribable odor about him. He looked familiar, but because of the backlighting, I couldn't see him clearly. Perhaps he was a regular driver!
"What do you want to buy?" I asked. "I...I don't want to buy anything." The man seemed a little awkward. I looked at him, feeling like I'd seen him somewhere before.
Under my gaze, he panicked slightly: "I want to buy a pack of cigarettes." He paid, picked up the cigarettes, and was about to leave. "Come back!" He jumped back in fright. It was him, that damned driver who hit my husband! He had a full beard, and for a moment I didn't recognize him.
I ran over the counter and grabbed him: "You...you bastard, you've ruined my life!" I cursed and punched him. He didn't move at all until I got tired and leaned against the wall. Then he took off his hat and slowly said, "It's me. I just got out of prison."
"What are you doing here? Haven't you ruined us enough?" I gasped.
He opened his newly bought cigarettes, took one out, lit it slowly, and took a deep drag: "No, I'm sorry. A year ago, I came home from a drive and found my wife sleeping with the village accountant. I grabbed a knife to chop those two bastards up, but they yelled and were stopped by everyone. I was furious, drank too much, and that's how this happened."
I looked at him again: "Go on."
"I was sentenced to a year in prison, paid your family 20,000 yuan, and my wife divorced me, taking the rest of our assets. I'm homeless, so I came out to see you first, and then I'll go and deal with that scoundrel." He gritted his teeth.
"And then?"
"We'll see."
I was a little scared and grabbed his arm: "Aren't you afraid of being sentenced to death?"
"What's the point of a man living like this?"
Without realizing it, I felt a little sorry for him; it turned out he was a victim too. I took out a roast chicken and handed it to him: "Here, have something to eat." I also handed him a can of Coke. He ate a few large bites, then opened a can of cola and gulped down two more mouthfuls: "Haha! I've never eaten anything this delicious, not even in my dreams."
Looking at his rugged face and masculine physique, I felt a little flustered. Just then, he looked at me, and I quickly lowered my head. I was sweating profusely from stocking the shelves that morning, my shirt clinging to my body. I wasn't wearing a bra, and only two red nipples were visible, moving up and down with my breath.
His breathing was rapid. I stood up and pushed him away, saying, "Go away! I never want to see you again!" He reached out, and I was pulled into his arms. A masculine scent enveloped me, and my vagina felt slightly warm. I tried to push him away, but I was powerless. His strong arms held me tightly, and my heart pounded faster and faster, as if it would leap out of my throat. I couldn't utter a single word.
The man kicked the door shut, pulled out a hand to lock it, and leaned down to kiss me. "Oh my god! This is the culprit behind my misfortune," I thought to myself, but a warm current flowed down my legs, like the feeling of not wearing a sanitary pad during menstruation.
I tried to dodge, but this only increased the friction between my nipples and his body, making me even hotter. I felt his hard penis pressing against my vulva, and I finally broke down, no longer resisting. His hairy beard prickled my face and chest, making my whole body tremble: "Good man, fuck me! I can't take it anymore!"
He ripped off my pants, tearing them open as well, and reached his large hands towards my smooth vulva.
"Ah...ah..." he cried out, pulling down his own pants and thrusting his penis inside me, face to face. "Ah..." I cried out in pain because of the angle. Then came a new sensation; his penis, thick and large, inserted at an angle, directly stimulating my clitoris. My whole body felt like it had been electrocuted, and I couldn't stand up anymore, collapsing to the ground.
He went berserk, pushing me down, and I lay on the ground, my body spread out like a starfish. He knelt between my legs, grabbed his penis, and thrust it into my vagina. I cooperated fully, thrusting forward whenever my vagina itched. His large penis was like a magical itch reliever, making me feel completely comfortable. He grabbed my nipples with both hands and slammed his body against me forcefully.
"Ah...ah..." With his cry, I felt a surge of heat rushing through my clitoris, and my orgasm arrived at the same time. I felt my vagina convulse, tightly gripping his penis, and we both collapsed to the ground.
After a long while, I nudged him: "Hey, let me ask you, what do you guys do in prison?"
"Some guys just pick on the young newcomers and climb on top of them in the middle of the night to fuck their asses."
"Seriously. And what about you?"
"The day I went in, a guy was getting out of prison. He killed someone in a car accident and got two years in prison. Before he left, he slipped me a piece of paper. I looked at it and saw it was a still from a movie starring Zhong Xihong. At the time, I wondered why he gave me that. A couple of days later, I understood. That night, I held the photo in one hand and masturbated with the other, fantasizing about fucking the big star." "
You're so vain! What happened to that piece of paper?"
"I gave it to someone else before I got out."
"So who were you thinking about just now?"
"Guess."
And so, we sat naked on the ground, listening to him tell all sorts of strange things that happened in prison. I didn't hate him at all anymore.
"Find a job and start anew!"
"I'll kill that brat!"
"Look at you, you injured my husband, and then you slept with me. My husband should be the one to kill you."
He stopped talking, and after a while, he stood up and put on his pants: "Big sister, you're such a good person. I'm going to go south and start over. I'll definitely make something of myself!"
I stood up too and hugged him: "Come back to see you when you've married a good wife."
We got dressed, and he finished the rest of his cola: "Big sister, I'll never forget you." I opened the door, and the sun began to rise outside.
Mountain Village Young Woman (IV)
One evening, I was busy in the shop when I suddenly heard a loud voice: "Boss lady, I brought you some cherries."
Without looking up, I knew it was Lao Li from the Shandong Transportation Company and his assistant Xiao Zhang. They often traveled south, and whenever they passed by, besides buying necessities like batteries and instant noodles, they would often bring me some fresh fruits and vegetables from both the north and south. Every time I tried to give him money, he would laugh and say, "Okay, boss lady, just let me grab your breasts."
"Bullshit," I said, while subtly puffing out my chest at him. These drivers were the lifeblood of our little shop; we couldn't afford to offend them.
"Oh, it's Old Li! Come in, and this young man too, here, have some water." I opened two bottles of soda.
The assistant, carrying a bag of cherries, said, "This is from your master, ma'am."
"Don't be so polite. Make yourself at home here, rest a bit after your journey." I casually picked up a cherry: "It's really sweet."
"Not as sweet as the landlady's cherries, hahaha..."
"You can't expect anything nice from a dog's mouth." I picked out their usual purchases while asking, "Is it hot in the south?"
"Yes, there's been a flood in the south, the roads are bad, we've been delayed for three days."
"Then hurry up, your wife is getting impatient, 47.2 yuan."
"You're kicking me out as soon as we meet? Come on, let me give you a kiss." I moved closer to his face, and he gave me a loud "smack": "Good sister, here's 50 yuan, keep the change."
I watched them get on the bus. A while later, the young apprentice came running back, covered in sweat: "Big sister, do you have any more flashlights? Two more, please."
"Huh, why haven't you left yet?"
"The engine broke down, and the mechanic is fixing it."
I looked around and saw it was already late; I figured no one would come over. "Come on, I'll go with you to see."
There was Old Li, shirtless and covered in engine oil, hunched over the engine. Xiao Zhang and I each held a flashlight to help him.
"Damn it, the head gasket is broken."
"Master, what do we do?"
"Fix it!" Old Zhang was getting anxious.
I quickly said, "It's so late. Why don't you push the car to my house first? You two can take a shower, have a couple of drinks, and get some sleep. We'll take it to the repair shop first thing tomorrow morning."
Old Li nodded: "That's the only way."
After pushing the car back into the yard and seeing off the neighbors who were helping, I told my husband. "Then let them sleep in the west room. Go tidy up and boil some bath water for them," my husband said. I rushed to tidy the room, boil water, cook, and serve them until they finished washing and eating. I was exhausted.
After they all fell asleep, I boiled a big pot of water, ready to take a good bath. Since my husband's injury, I had someone install a large bathtub in the east room for his convenience, but I'd never used it myself. Today, I'd soak and relax!
I filled the tub with hot water, took off my clothes, and lay down. The water felt like countless gentle hands caressing my entire body—so comfortable! I closed my eyes, immersing myself in this wonderful enjoyment.
Suddenly, a "snap" startled me. I looked in the mirror on the wall and saw that it was Xiao Zhang peeking through the window. That bastard, his pubic hair isn't even fully grown yet, and he dares to peek at me while I'm bathing! A thought struck me: why not take this opportunity to tease him?
So I got up and sat on the edge of the bathtub, facing the window, and spread my legs, placing them on the other side of the tub, my vulva fully exposed. I started gently lathering my entire body with soap. When I got to my vulva, I rubbed my labia majora in circles with my middle finger. Slowly, I became immersed in this performance of being watched.
My pubic hair had grown a centimeter, so I picked up my husband's razor and started shaving it off again. Each shave felt wonderful; no wonder so many men prefer razors to electric ones.
As my vulva became cleaner, I heard the breathing outside the window quicken. I washed my smooth, clean vulva with water and slowly inserted the razor handle into my vagina, gently moving it in and out. I glanced out the window; the guy had already pulled out his penis and was stroking it. As my vaginal fluid increased, the razor handle wasn't enough, so I picked up a shampoo bottle and tried to insert it into my vagina. The bottle was too big; only the cap fit. The threaded cap at the vaginal opening made my whole body tense, and I wanted to shove the whole bottle inside.
Just as I was burning with lust, a dark figure, reeking of alcohol, burst in. "Old Li!" I cried out. "Quick, let me help you." I pointed out the window, and he quickly replied, "That kid, I kicked him back inside."
At that moment, I didn't care about anything else and grabbed his huge penis. Old Li's eyes were blazing with desire, his glans throbbing. He shoved me into the bathtub and pounced on me, water splashing everywhere.
His thick, powerful penis, moistened by the water, plunged into my vagina. Ah! So good!
Like a drowning person grabbing a lifebuoy, I felt a sense of security. His thick glans slid inside my vagina, sending waves of heat through me: "Ah... my big cock brother... you're fucking me so good..."
Old Li didn't utter a sound, just kept working hard. Perhaps he had drunk too much, or perhaps the lubrication lessened the stimulation of my vagina, but his face was flushed, yet he couldn't ejaculate. His large glans was like a piston, thrusting back and forth inside my vagina, and I felt like I was floating in the clouds, rising and falling, experiencing one orgasm after another, a tingling sensation from my hair to my toes. Suddenly,
with a "hey," I fell from the air, my legs empty, and a string of bubbles emerged from my vagina. I saw Old Li pull out his penis, stroking it tightly with his hand, the shaft arcing as it landed on my breast. I touched it; it was so hot and slippery!
Because I was too tired from the night before, I didn't get up until noon. When I went outside, the yard was already empty.
"Where are they?"
"They went to the repair shop." My husband said, taking out 300 yuan: "This is the rent they gave me."
(V)
Through the incident with Lao Li, I suddenly had a new idea. One evening, after my husband finished eating his "steamed buns," I discussed it with him: "So many drivers pass by the shop every day. I think we should open a small inn, earn more money, and take you to the big city for medical treatment in the future."
"Shufen, you have to take care of me and the shop all by yourself. It's too hard."
"No, I can do it. I can do anything to cure your illness." I lay in my husband's arms, like a baby in its mother's arms, and drifted off to sleep.
The next day, I took two bottles of wine, two cans of food, and 500 yuan from the shop, knocked on the town mayor's door, and the mayor readily agreed. A few days later, the town notified me to go through the formalities, and just like that, my little courtyard was converted into a small inn.
The hotel was small, with six rooms. The guests were mostly passing drivers and vendors, and each person paid fifteen yuan per night for dinner. Although I was exhausted from closing the shop and rushing home every day to cook for a dozen or twenty people, I was happy.
So, I was busy every day, collapsing into bed as soon as I finished, leaving little time to care for my son and husband.
One day, I was putting things on the shelves in the shop when my son came running up, breathless: "Mom, Teacher Li wants you to come to the school." Teacher Li was my son's homeroom teacher. A year ago, after graduating from university, he volunteered to teach in the small town. Everyone said he had suffered a traumatic experience and was
mentally unstable. "Go tell Teacher Li that I'll go to his place after I finish cooking at home." While cooking at home, I felt uneasy. What did Teacher Li want with me? Had my son gotten into trouble? After finishing cooking, I changed into clean clothes and hurried to the school.
When I arrived, the school was empty. Teacher Li was waiting for me in his small office-bedroom room. He was fair-skinned and thin, clean-cut, with glasses perched on his nose.
"I called you here to talk to you about Xiaoqiang's studies," Mr. Li said, adjusting his glasses. "Xiaoqiang's grades have been plummeting lately; if this continues, he won't be able to get into the county's high school."
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I've been too busy with business lately," I replied, my voice like a schoolchild.
Mr. Li poured me a glass of water. "Sit down, have some water, and I'll tell you my plan." I sat down mechanically. "I plan to tutor Xiaoqiang twice a week so he can catch up by the final exams."
"Thank you so much, teacher!" I was at a loss for words. "Also, you parents should supervise your children's studies more..." His tone suddenly changed. I looked up and saw Mr. Li's gaze sweeping over my chest. I was wearing a low-cut shirt, and my bra tightly encased my breasts, creating a deep cleavage that looked quite alluring from above.
"You parents need to supervise your children's homework." He finally finished speaking, but his gaze lingered on my chest, seemingly unintentionally.
A thought struck me: Yes! Teacher Li came to our small town alone, worrying so much about the children's studies; I should thank him with my body. Thinking this, I stood up, grabbed Teacher Li's hand, and leaned towards him: "Teacher Li, thank you so much!" I saw Teacher Li's face turn bright red.
Then I pressed Teacher Li's hand against my chest and reached for his crotch. Suddenly, Teacher Li screamed like a madman: "You bad women!" He shoved me onto the bed, ripped open my shirt and bra, and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them tightly like an enemy.
"Ah..." A sharp pain shot through me. Was he really sick? He became increasingly agitated, shaking my breasts violently, as if trying to shake off two lumps of dough. Amidst the pain, a slight pleasure slowly spread from my breasts throughout my body. Could pain really bring pleasure? I stopped struggling, enduring his manipulation like a dead person.
Suddenly, he ripped off my skirt and underwear, tying my hands and feet to the four legs of the bed.
I was terrified; would he kill me? He grabbed a towel and began whipping me all over like a madman, cursing, "You filthy woman!" The towel stung my skin, and I screamed.
My screams and the red welts on my pale flesh only fueled his madness. Soon, my body was covered in blood, and the towel that struck my genitals brought both pain and intense pleasure, like a venomous snake crawling all over me.
I writhed, moaning with a mixture of pain and pleasure: "Ah...stop hitting me...ah ah...no no...don't stop...keep going...ah..." The vaginal fluid and blood from my genitals mingled, burning my clitoris. My body trembled in agony, yet the lust within me was released through the wounds.
"Ah..." A heavy towel lashed my labia, and I reached orgasm instantly. My body went limp on the bed, utterly exhausted.
Mr. Li, tired of hitting me, straddled me, squeezing my breasts together with one hand and pulling out his small penis with the other, pumping it back and forth between my nipples... Soon, his semen sprayed onto my face and into my mouth. Finally, he collapsed beside me, unconscious.
I couldn't believe my eyes. How could the gentle Mr. Li be like a demon? I struggled to free my hands and feet and got up. I opened the trunk, looking for something to cover myself, but found a woman's outfit with a diary tucked inside. Curious, I opened it.
It turned out that when Mr. Li was in college, he fell in love with a girl named Jing. Like me, she was a busty girl. They had sex after they started dating, but because Mr. Li's penis was small and he suffered from premature ejaculation, they were never satisfied. In the end, the girl thought he was useless and left him. From then on, Mr. Li harbored feelings of inferiority and hated all women, to the point of becoming somewhat perverted.
I understood Mr. Li's pain, and I left him a note: "Mr. Li, I'm leaving. I don't regret coming today. When I get back, I will definitely urge my child to study hard. Thank you! Also, not all women are like Jing; you will definitely meet your own partner."
And so, with my wounds and physical satisfaction, I went home wearing another woman's clothes. ( The following is a separate section
): A Mountain Village Woman (VI)
Since opening her small inn, her income had greatly increased, attracting the envy of her neighbors. Suddenly, several inns opened in the town, and her business plummeted.
I was idly browsing in the grocery store when two customers came in. The skinny guy in front of me asked, "Hey lady, do you have a place to stay?"
"Yes, yes!" I quickly replied, "We have one, 15 yuan per person per night, dinner included."
The fat guy behind me winked and said, "Hehe, do you have chicken?"
I didn't react for a moment: "Chicken? If there's chicken for dinner, it'll cost at least 20 yuan per person." They laughed and walked away.
I slowly realized, yes, these long-distance travelers are away from home year after year. Besides food and sleep, what else do they need when they stay in a hotel? Women! Thinking this, I had a breakthrough. I went home and told my husband about my plan. He shook his head: "Let's not do anything illegal."
"What's illegal? It's just setting up a karaoke bar!"
Regardless of his agreement, the next morning I went to a department store and spent 2000 yuan on a VCD player, some CDs, a small TV, and a pair of speakers. I also spent a few hundred yuan on several sofas.
I cleared out a room, found someone to help me connect the cables, and then went to a neighboring town to hire two shampoo girls as waitresses. We agreed that I wouldn't pay them wages; they could earn their own tips. And so, my little karaoke bar opened.
With the opening of the karaoke bar, the hotel's business improved. Sometimes, two groups of customers would even argue over prices for songs and girls.
One day, a fat guy and a skinny guy came to our hotel and offered to rent our karaoke room for 200 yuan for the whole night. They were big spenders! I was more than happy to oblige, to avoid some customers paying 5 or 10 yuan to sing all night. One of the waiters had to go home temporarily, so after settling my son in, I rushed to the karaoke room to help out.
The lighting inside was dim. As soon as I entered, I saw the fat guy with a girl in his arms, while the skinny guy was groping her breasts. Seeing me come in, they both stood up. "Sit down, sit down, you guys keep playing. I'm just checking if you need any drinks," I said, turning to leave.
"Boss lady, sit down and play for a while too!" the fat guy said. True, since the karaoke room opened, I hadn't sung a single song seriously. Since there weren't many customers today, I thought I'd relax. With that in mind, I picked up a microphone and started singing along with the TV screen.
The fat guy picked up another microphone and sang with me, while the skinny guy and the girl sat in a corner and started groping again. As the love songs played, I gradually became immersed in the music, resting my head on the fat guy's shoulder. The skinny guy's hand had already slipped inside the prostitute's pants, groping her vigorously. The prostitute was already struggling to breathe. I pretended not to notice and continued singing while leaning on the fat guy's shoulder. The fat guy's hand also wrapped around my waist.
Suddenly, the prostitute let out a soft cry; the skinny guy had pulled down her panties. The music continued, and the fat guy's hand slowly reached into my clothes. The prostitute's moans reached my ears, making me feel as if my own panties were being pulled down.
My vagina was already wet; since I was menstruating that day, I didn't know if it was blood or vaginal fluid. Over there, the prostitute's hand had already slipped into the skinny guy's crotch, playing with his penis. The skinny guy cried out in pain and excitement. Over here, the fat guy also reached between my legs.
"Don't move, I'm not comfortable here." I slapped his hand away.
"I don't believe you. I've seen it all. Every prostitute has a piece of cloth stuck between her legs to pretend. Let me feel." Saying this, he pulled my panties down to my knees, and a hand stubbornly reached in.
Another gush of liquid gushed from my vagina. "Damn!" Fatty reached out and looked. "It's blood! What bad luck!" He cursed as he wiped his hand on the sofa.
The woman was already bent over on the sofa, and the skinny man was fucking her from behind. Fatty saw this and walked over there too.
Whether it was from the blood loss earlier or from being aroused, I felt dizzy and weak all over, and I couldn't stand up. I saw Fatty push the skinny man aside, take out his penis, and start fucking the poor woman. The skinny man was in the middle of his fun but was pulled away, and dared not say a word. He turned around and saw me lying on the sofa, my underwear half off. He thought Fatty had just fucked me, and came over with
his penis erect. Before I could open my mouth, his hard penis had already entered my vagina. Another gush of heat gushed out, but it was blocked by his glans. With his thrusting, that heat flowed back and forth in my vagina. My whole body trembled, and I hugged him tightly, my legs clamping around him tightly.
The skinny man's penis was tightly wrapped in my vagina, and he thrust with difficulty. With each thrust, a surge of heat flowed from my body. I had never had sex during my period before, and it felt so good. The fat man over there had already ejaculated, threw the prostitute aside, and ran over, grabbing my breasts with both hands and kneading them hard.
Under their combined attack, I reached orgasm immediately, feeling wave after wave of heat gushing from my vagina. My head was spinning, and my body was even weaker.
After several powerful thrusts, the skinny man finally ejaculated. As soon as he pulled his penis out, a stream of red and white liquid spurted from my vagina, scaring him so much that he shouted, "Oh no, massive bleeding!" I weakly waved my hand at him, "It's not massive bleeding, it's my period."
Mountain Village Young Woman (Seven)
The weather gradually got colder, and the Spring Festival was just around the corner. In previous years, my husband would take my son and me back to his hometown to visit his parents at this time. Last Spring Festival, due to a car accident, I wrote a letter to his family, telling them that I wouldn't be able to come home for the time being because of business, and I sent 500 yuan with the letter.
Just after New Year's Day this year, I received a letter from his uncle, saying that my husband's father was unwell and wanted to see his son and grandson, urging our whole family to come home for the New Year. I knew I couldn't keep it a secret any longer, so I wrote to his uncle, explaining my husband's injury and our current situation.
With the Spring Festival approaching and some light snow falling, our small shop was already nearly empty. My son was studying in the county and didn't come home often. That day, I was cooking dinner at home when I heard someone call my husband's name. I looked up and saw it was his uncle. He looked much older than I had in two years; his hair was all white. I rushed over and invited him inside. When his uncle saw my husband, tears welled up in his eyes. You see, my husband and his uncle were very close since childhood, and they looked very alike.
My husband quickly comforted him, saying, "Uncle, I'm alright, my legs can move." Indeed, recently my husband had regained some feeling in his legs and could move them a little.
While they were chatting, I went to the east room to tidy up, then went to the kitchen to cook two dishes and warm a pot of wine. I brought them inside and set up a table on the kang (heated brick bed): "Come on, you two, drink and chat."
"Shufen, sit down too, your uncle will toast you." My uncle poured wine into two cups: "You've really gone to a lot of trouble." I drank my cup and quickly said, "You drink first, I'll go cook a couple more dishes."
We ended up drinking for three hours, and my husband got completely drunk, collapsing onto the bed and falling asleep. I quickly helped my uncle, who was also quite drunk, stagger into the room and settled him down to sleep.
As night deepened, the snow fell heavier and heavier. I woke up from the cold, and looking outside, I saw the north wind blowing and snow swirling everywhere. I quickly found a quilt to cover my husband. Remembering that my uncle's quilt was thin, I got up, found another quilt, draped it over myself, and took it to him. As soon as I stepped outside, the cold wind made me shiver, and large snowflakes pelted my face.
I ran to the east room and saw my uncle snoring loudly, fast asleep. I covered him with the blanket and opened the door to go back inside, when a gust of cold wind blew in. Oh no! I came in wearing only my underwear and a blanket; I'd freeze to death if I went back. I quickly closed the door, goosebumps rising all over my body. Without thinking, I pulled up my uncle's blanket and crawled inside. It was so warm!
People in the countryside don't wear clothes to bed, and my uncle was no exception. He was startled by my cold body, turned over, and continued snoring. Gradually, I warmed up and was about to get up to go back to my room when my uncle's arm pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe. A wave of pleasure washed over me from my breasts. Panicked, I quickly and gently moved his hand away, but he pressed his entire body against my chest, squeezing my breasts apart. That fleeting desire instantly spread throughout my body, and I involuntarily embraced my uncle.
For a moment, I felt like I was holding my husband; their appearance, voice, even their snoring were so similar. I felt as if I were back in the moment when I was making love with my husband. My hand reached towards his genitals. Wow! My uncle's balls were really big. My hand felt like I was holding two eggs. I gently squeezed and rubbed them. The incestuous thoughts aroused me so much that my whole body broke out in goosebumps. Slowly, my uncle's penis became erect. Perhaps because he had drunk too much that night, he was still fast asleep.
I slowly pulled down my underwear and gently rubbed his glans against my labia, just like I used to masturbate with a cucumber. My vaginal fluid kept flowing out, longing for something to enter. Because my uncle was facing me, his penis couldn't enter, it could only rub around the vaginal opening. In desperation, I pushed him away and inserted my middle and index fingers into my vagina. Soft, wet, and warm, the feeling of my fingers was so good, no wonder men love to fuck.
I used my other hand to stroke my uncle's penis. My uncle probably felt the sexual stimulation in his dream, and began to moan, while his penis became even harder. As my vaginal opening widened, two fingers were no longer enough, so I put all five fingers together and inserted them into my vagina, while fantasizing that my uncle was fucking me, and my other hand also quickened its pace.
I felt the climax of lust building up inside me, my whole body swelling, and with a forceful effort, my entire hand went inside my body. For a moment, it was as if my body and my mind had disappeared, leaving only my two hands, one inside my vagina and the other on my uncle's penis. I heard a sigh, and my uncle's penis began to throb in my hand; he had ejaculated. With each throbbing, I felt like a feather, light and airy, unaware of anything, and I climaxed too.
After a while, I opened my eyes and saw my uncle turn over and continue sleeping. I quickly tiptoed out of bed and ran back to my room. My uncle stayed at home for two days, and seeing how we were doing, he was relieved and went home. After seeing my uncle off, I felt dizzy and weak all over. I knew I had caught a chill after leaving my uncle's
room
that
day, and I had fallen ill. I lay in bed all day, burning up, and my mind was filled with hallucinations. Fortunately, Xiaoqiang was already on winter vacation. I felt sorry for him, a poor 15-year-old boy, taking care of the two of us bedridden patients.
That night, I felt waves of cold all over my body, as if I had fallen into an ice cellar: "Qiang, get Mom a hot water bottle."
My son quickly ran over with a hot water bottle and placed it in my arms. My husband held my hand, comforting me, "It's okay, you'll feel better after sweating it out."
I felt colder and colder, and the thought of 'I'm going to die' flashed through my mind. "Qiang, come to Mom's side, let Mom take a good look at you." My son sat quietly beside me, without saying a word.
"Qiang, Mom is afraid I won't make it. After Mom is gone, you have to take good care of Dad." My son held my hand, "Mom, you're okay, you just have a cold." For some reason, the feeling of death grew stronger and stronger in my mind: "Son, come, come to Mom's bed, let Mom hug you one more time." Tears streamed down my face as my son and husband
lay down beside me. My son obediently took off his coat and lay down beside me. Since the accident, my whole heart and soul had been focused on my husband, neglecting my son. Now, looking at him, my son had really grown up. His soft beard and broad shoulders were just like his father's.
I gently touched my son's slightly protruding Adam's apple, "Son, hold Mom tight, Mom is so cold." My son hugged me tightly with his strong arms. His body heat transferred to me, and I felt less cold. I turned over, wanting my son to warm my icy back. His hands wrapped around my back and placed on my chest. I felt a warm current flow from his hands through my nipples and into my entire body.
Since it was his first time touching a woman's body, my son also reacted. I felt something hard pressing against my anus. A warm current flowed through my anus, and the two currents collided and merged inside me, surrounding me. I felt incredibly comfortable.
"My good son," I said, turning around and hugging him. My husband smiled at us.
Through my underwear, my son's hard penis throbbed against my vagina, like needles pricking it. My vaginal fluid flowed with his movements. Perhaps I was delirious with fever; in my hallucination, my son became my husband. I reached out and grabbed his penis. His virgin penis was erect in my hand, the glans oozing a trickle of precum.
My son, lost in a frenzy of lust, continued to grasp my breasts with one hand while the other reached for my wet vulva—the place where he was born. His hand spun wildly around my genitals, completely disregarding the labia, clitoris, urethra, and vagina. His fingers were like an eel in a hot oil pan, burrowing into any opening they could find.
I felt a mix of pain, itchiness, soreness, and numbness from his grasping. My vagina could be given to others, so why couldn't it be given to my son, the very son I had painstakingly given birth to? I lay on my back, lifting my son onto me. 'I want my son to fuck me,' the thought flashed wildly through my mind. I guided his penis with my hand, leading him into the place he had once been.
He's in, he's in! My vagina trembled as it welcomed my son. His thrusts made my breasts bounce up and down. I grabbed my breasts with both hands and cried out, 'Good son, fuck me! Fuck Mom hard!
Ah… ah…' My son's semen, like molten lava, sprayed into my vagina.
My vagina throbbed, absorbing his heat. I was drenched in sweat, and felt a wave of relief wash over me: "Oh, son, my good son." I turned to my husband, who nodded at me. His pants bulged high between his legs... Our son had cured both of our ailments.

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