【The Story of a Rural Peddler Taming a Woman】(16-17) Author: wushisanqian

Author: wushisanqian
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(Sixteen)

Qiulan understood immediately, lifted her buttocks and pulled out the penis, but halfway through, she sat down again, letting the penis
go in deeply again. Because she could feel the lingering attachment and reluctance when the penis was pulled out, but she also
clearly felt that her two calves, especially her calves, were sore and numb.

The dwarf seemed to see through the woman's thoughts, reached out and laid her down on the mat to his right, and at the same time, he
flipped the horse, and thus, without the central axis being completely separated, the two completed the top-down reversal.

The dwarf spread his hands apart, supported himself on both sides of the woman's body, knelt on the mat, and began to actively thrust his hips
. At first, Qiulan's legs were relaxed and spread apart, as if trying to accommodate the penis as much as possible. However,
as the dwarf's penis thrust in and out dozens of times, the pleasure gradually increased, and she could no longer remain relaxed. Her legs
involuntarily twisted and squeezed together, as if trying to break the penis off at the base
and keep it inside her forever.

The dwarf knew the woman was aroused, but he remained unhurried, slow, and rhythmic in his
piston-like movements. This is the difference between an older man and a young man. Older men generally have less stamina than young men.
Unlike young men, who get instantly erect at the sight of a woman's body and then want to immediately strip off her pants,
charge in, and thrust in dozens of times before ejaculating, older men are different. In less than three minutes,
he could regroup; the older man's age meant he couldn't compete with the younger man in terms of stamina, but his experience
was unique. He knew how to please the woman beneath him and could discern her needs from her every move.

At this moment, the dwarf knew that Qiulan had a deep attachment and desire for his penis, but she was still some distance from truly experiencing
ecstasy . To put it simply, when a penis enters a vagina, does the woman feel pleasure? Yes,
but is that an orgasm? No! Because a woman's orgasm should be
an overall expression of pleasure accumulated from several, even dozens or hundreds of previous pleasures. If a woman's
orgasm is like jumping from a high platform into a swimming pool, then there must be caressing, kissing, prolonged thrusting
, and so on beforehand to help her reach the diving platform.

Because this was Qiulan's first time being truly penetrated by a man, she had no idea how to make it more pleasurable .
Therefore, she let the dwarf do as he pleased, since she was experiencing sexual bliss at every turn, so she might as well enjoy it. Qiulan didn't offer any suggestions on how the dwarf should do it, so he simply followed his own rhythm, proceeding gradually and unhurriedly. Even speed, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one… but no matter the method, it gave Qiulan new stimulation and enjoyment. Her vagina was like a fertile wasteland, and whether the dwarf thrust rapidly or passionately, it was all about cultivating . Qiulan gladly accepted the pleasure the dwarf brought her. Even speed, she accepted; sometimes fast, sometimes slow, she accepted; three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, she accepted; nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, she accepted it all. She found that not only was her vagina filled to the brim, but her heart was also filled to the point of overflowing pleasure. She didn't scream, because she felt ashamed So she clenched her teeth, trying her best to suppress any lewd sounds. However, the dwarf on top showed no sign of stopping. This wasn't because he was made of iron or bronze, but because he knew some sexual techniques and how to conserve his energy during sex, so he would still have the strength to thrust at the crucial moment. Finally, with the dwarf's usual inertial piston-like movements, Qiulan could no longer hold back. She began to moan with each deep thrust, and soon started screaming loudly again. The dwarf knew the woman beneath him was nearing orgasm, so he subtly increased the speed of his thrusts. Just as the dwarf was thrusting rapidly seventy or eighty times, Qiulan finally couldn't hold back any longer. She screamed, not caring if anyone could hear her, and frantically grabbed the dwarf's back, repeatedly thrusting her vagina upwards to meet his thrusts. "Ah..." With a loud cry, her vagina suddenly spasmed involuntarily, contracting powerfully, and her whole body trembled. She urinated—not actually urinating, of course, but the accumulated vaginal fluid gushed out like a burst dam, spurting out in trembling arcs, rising and falling like parabolas , for about six or seven times before stopping. It was clear how much vaginal fluid this woman had accumulated that should have been expelled long ago; it showed how pitiful and pathetic this woman, married for three years, truly was. Oh, I forgot to tell you, after Qiulan reached her climax, the dwarf also went all out, no longer holding back, and soon he too came, his hot, thick semen shooting into Qiulan's womb, making her tremble uncontrollably several times. The next morning, the dwarf got up early as usual. Although the previous night's fierce battle had taken its toll, and his seminal reserves were somewhat depleted, he wasn't so tired that he couldn't get up the next morning, because , as mentioned before, he was far more skilled than the average person in that area. He got up early because he wanted to take advantage of the cooler sun to carry his goods to several villages. Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, Songgen stopped him. "Sir, you don't need to get up so early, do you?!" Songgen said. "I'm used to it. I have to get up early to sell my goods, otherwise it will get very hot when the sun comes out," the dwarf replied. "No need, sir. Just rest here for a few days. I'll cover any losses. I'll have her come over to chat with you later." Song Gen was worried about not succeeding the first time, so he decided to try several times to increase his chances. And so, the dwarf stayed at Song Gen's house for four whole days before finally going out again. Two of those days were spent in a relentless battle, whenever he could rest and get an erection, he would try to penetrate Qiu Lan's vagina, thrusting and ejaculating. He wanted to see it through since he had promised to help. By the second night, the dwarf 's legs were too weak to even walk, so Song Gen stopped pressuring him. He provided him with plenty of food and drink, and the dwarf recovered after two days of rest at Song Gen's house. To be honest, the dwarf only entered Song Gen's house for a meal; if it were purely out of curiosity...

It's a good thing to unexpectedly end up with a virgin, but that's not because the dwarf is scheming; besides, for a man in
his fifties , he's already less concerned about the chance of getting pregnant, unless he meets
a goddess who truly moves his heart, otherwise he really does have a feeling of (it's just so-so). It can only be said that fate plays tricks
on people, and several people who were originally completely unrelated ended up coming together by chance to form a story.

The dwarf is on his way again, as for whether Qiulan is pregnant or not, let's not worry about that. According to our readers
' thoughts, it's best if she is pregnant, otherwise, wouldn't all the sperm the dwarf contributed be for nothing? Otherwise, if Songgen
goes all out, the result will be that his daughter-in-law only gets to enjoy herself for a couple of days, and then he'll have to shamelessly beg people to sleep with his
daughter-in-law?

(17)

June is a fiery month, and the weather is really hot. The dwarf carried baskets along the rugged mountain path, sometimes uphill,
sometimes downhill, the path zigzagging left and right, sometimes disappearing more than ten meters ahead. Suddenly, around a bend, the path vanished into
the wild grass on either side. But there was no need to worry; as long as you continued forward, the path would naturally reappear a few meters ahead,
only to disappear again into the grass, leaving you with only about ten meters
in total .

On both sides of the path were pine trees of varying sizes, scattered haphazardly, sometimes clustered in groups of three or five,
sometimes standing alone, each enjoying its own space.

Generally, however, the mountain path was hidden in the shade of the trees. Even at midday, the sunlight could only filter through the gaps in
the leaves , falling like golden lines into the grass, creating dappled light spots,
softening the scorching heat considerably.

Since leaving Aoshan Village, the dwarf had spent more than ten days there, visiting seven or eight villages of varying sizes.
Business continued as usual; after all, it was all small stuff like needles and thread, and even if someone had money,
they wouldn't buy everything in your basket. Now, just over this mountain, they could see
the village at its foot.

This village, called Kutou, was a large village, spanning several miles. Based on past experience, business here
was good, and they would stay overnight, as reaching another village would take at least half a day.

The village was nestled between two mountains, but not at the bottom of a valley, because at the bottom was a large reservoir. The reservoir
meandered, connecting the valleys of six or seven mountains into one vast expanse. The village was
at the source of the reservoir, hence the name Kutou (meaning "reservoir head," not "underwear"). As the saying goes, those who live near mountains live off the mountains,

and those who live near water live off the water; Kutou Village benefited from both. The mountain is covered with fields and forests, and every year
many carp can be caught from the reservoir. Therefore, the villagers are
much ; it is truly a beautiful and affluent place.

When the dwarf climbed to the top of the mountain, he looked down and saw a vast expanse of mirror-like water,
shimmering white in the sunlight. Along the reservoir, a row of neat houses stretched along the mountainside. Even with his eyes closed, the dwarf could
imagine that the houses all had stone foundations, rammed earth walls, wooden
pillars , beams, wooden floors, and rafters.

The houses all faced the same direction: backed by the mountain, facing the reservoir. A two-meter-wide stone path ran
from one end of the village to the other.

Along the path was a row of hedge trees, different species, yet forming a tight fence, so even if
a child walked by, there was no need to worry about them falling into the reservoir.

However, the houses were most concentrated not by the reservoir, but in a bend at the foot of a mountain. There,
a large flat area provided ideal for building, so houses
were built one after another, courtyard after courtyard, totaling over two hundred houses. The village housed seven or eight hundred people, men, women, and children.

It was a bustling village. If you were there, you would surely see scenes like this:

in the early morning, some villagers carried hoes out, some carried manure to the fields, some carried ropes up
the mountain, women carried baskets of clothes to the reservoir to wash clothes and sheets, and children carried coarse cloth satchels
to school.

Around noon, the uncle carrying a hoe took off his old Zhongshan suit and hung it on the wooden handle of the hoe. He wore
a white vest with a hole in the armpit, strung a bundle of straw on the hoe, and
walked . The uncle carrying manure was now more relaxed, holding a manure scoop as tall as a person, his trouser legs rolled
up to his knees, his shoes either left on the ground or in the manure bucket. He was now barefoot, carrying
an empty manure bucket, and swaying as he came from the village entrance. The older brothers who were chopping firewood were now carrying
two bundles of firewood on shoulder poles, hurrying down from the mountain. Perhaps the firewood was a bit heavy, as it weighed
down and made his neck tilt to one side...

Day after day, time seemed to have no end. Oh, right, time has no end. I mean
every day , every year, even one generation repeating the life of the previous one. If you're someone who desperately seeks change, you'll definitely
feel this place is a prison, confining everyone's thoughts and preventing any ripples of change. But if you're
someone content with what you have, then this is a paradise, free from turmoil. People live a simple life without realizing it,
working hard all day yet laughing and chatting leisurely.

(Writing this reminds me of something. Not long ago, a female
classmate who had been living abroad for many years and hadn't heard from me suddenly posted a set of photos of her rural hometown in our classmate group chat. The houses had stone walls, tiled roofs, and
wooden doors. The village roads were paved with bluestone, the corners of the walls were covered with green moss, and thick ivy covered the windows.
Cows grazed leisurely on the grass in front of the houses, a yellow dog chased butterflies nearby, and a hen led a brood of chicks in
the straw pile by the houses, scavenging for insects with their claws.

My classmate commented that she had left home at a young age to work desperately for a better life, only to suddenly find herself
carefree and at peace here. ) A life of struggle is the lifestyle I yearn for most.

To be honest, when I saw the news, I was also deeply moved, and I even had a fleeting urge to retreat to a rural life
. But thinking about it calmly, even if I were to go back now, the path I've walked wouldn't be in vain, and
all the previous struggles wouldn't be futile.

Because without experiencing the dazzling lights and deceit of the outside world, one won't appreciate the value of the ordinary;
without damaging one's body, one won't understand the importance of good health. This isn't to say that my
classmate was being unreasonable, but rather that this is human nature. We only realize the value of something when it's irretrievably lost.
(Health is like this, life is like this, and love is no exception.)

The dwarf stood atop the highest point of the mountain. The mountain breeze blew through the trees, cooling his sweaty body with an
indescribable comfort. "If only there were a big bed to lie on here, and a large bowl of cool tea,"
the dwarf thought.

But obviously, this was just wishful thinking. In this wild mountain forest, it was already a good day if, besides woodcutters and passersby,
there were no such things. "

Hmm? Woodcutter, there seems to be some fresh firewood left on the ground. It seems someone really did chop wood around here before
," the dwarf thought. "The surrounding forests belong to the people of Kutou Village, so the person chopping wood here must also be a Kutou
villager." "Whatever, let him chop his wood, I'll go my way."

The dwarf's thoughts wandered aimlessly. After resting for a while, he picked up his load again and headed down the mountain towards Kutou Village.

The distance from the mountaintop to the village isn't far. Standing on the mountain and looking carefully, you can even see cattle
crossing . A young man carrying nothing would arrive in about twenty minutes; but carrying a heavy load, it would take at least
forty minutes. There's a saying, "Going up the mountain is easy, going down is hard," which refers to carrying a heavy load downhill. You not only have to
watch your step but also maintain your balance, otherwise, you'll easily fall.
If you include rest stops along the way, forty minutes is considered fast.

Fortunately, the downhill path is different from the uphill one; it's lined with terraced fields without large trees, and
you can . This way, no matter where you are, you can easily calculate
how far you've gone and how much further you have to go.

About two hundred meters from the mountaintop, by the roadside, there was a huge rock, beneath which flowed a clear spring.
The spring wasn't large, but strangely, during severe droughts when the mountain streams dried up, this spring never ceased flowing. Even
during heavy rains, the spring water neither increased nor became turbid. The spring was so miraculous that
the people of Kutou Village named it the Divine Spring and carved their name on the rock.

The gurgling water of the Divine Spring not only benefited passersby but also irrigated a patch of farmland;
the dry land above it became paddy fields.

Furthermore, to provide a place for travelers to rest, the villagers built a small pavilion nearby using the surrounding rocks.

Every time the dwarf passed by, he would unload his load, rest for a while, drink some spring water, and refill his water bottle.

This time was no exception. Seeing the pavilion in the distance, he held his breath and hurried towards it.

But unlike before, this time he encountered a man and a woman engaged in a fierce physical struggle inside the pavilion.

Let's get back to the main point and first tell us who these two people are.

The woman's surname is Chen, and we don't know her real name, but everyone who knows her calls her Ajiao. She's a villager from Kutou Village, with
two older sisters, one older brother, two younger brothers, and one younger sister.

Her older sisters and brother are already married, and according to the rural custom of marrying from oldest to youngest, it should be Ajiao's turn to get married next
.

Ajiao is not only tall and slender, but also a very capable worker. She can chop firewood, plow fields, and there's nothing she can't do
. She can even carry heavy loads just as well as the young men.

However, she has one flaw: she has a very fiery temper. She often gets into arguments with her neighbors in the village. Over the years ,
she's argued with the old, the young, the men, and the women.

The reasons for the arguments are varied: over irrigation water, over the oxen eating the crops, over people carrying
manure passing by her door...

Logically speaking, how could Ajiao, a woman of marriageable age, be arguing with others? It was truly necessary and
should have been her parents who argued with the other person, but the reality is so strange. Gillian said her parents were too old and
lacked the strength to argue back, so she, being young, insisted on standing up for them even though the argument was initiated by them. She
was spitting as she spoke, rolling up her sleeves, clapping her hands, and sometimes even turning around and slapping the other person's backside.
What did she say? She picked out the most offensive things to say.

If the other person is a woman, she'll yell:

"Your pussy's been fucked so badly by men, you've gone crazy, haven't you?"

"Do you go out and cheat on your husbands every night, and think you're the boss now?"

"Does your family cook with your own pussy water? No wonder everyone in your family is like that!"

If the other person is a man, Ah Jiao will yell in a different way:

"Why are you so angry? Can't your dick find a wife's pussy?"

"You're really something, cheering on your wife while she's being fucked so the whole village can hear you!"

"Fuck me? Fine, I'm afraid your dick is too small to fit my hole!"

...

Ah Jiao's arguing skills are recognized throughout the village. It's a mystery how a young woman can be like this. Men are skilled
in martial arts , perhaps they obtained a secret manual on a cliff or in a mysterious tomb, mastering techniques like the Star Absorbing Technique or
the Universe Shift. This woman's arguing skills are so impressive, did she also obtain a winning secret by chance?

No one knew the reason, but the end result was that Ajiao was twenty-four years old and still hadn't had a matchmaker come to propose
marriage.

Her parents, losing face, took the initiative to ask a matchmaker for help. The matchmaker, having received
a bribe, would mention Ajiao to the potential suitors. However, when the suitors heard that Ajiao was the most notorious quarrelmaker in the village, they shook their heads vigorously and said no.

People wanted a wife who was respectful to elders and kind to others. Even if she wasn't well-educated, she shouldn't be
a loudmouth constantly arguing and making a fool of herself in the village!

Therefore, Ajiao was already considered an old maid and still unmarried.

And the man who came was none other than her family. Who else could she talk to besides her
family ? Who would want to go up the mountain to chop wood with her?

So who was he? Her second sister's husband. Fifty li (approximately 25 kilometers) away from Kutou Village, in a village called Pingfengzhai, lived a man
named Bai Ming. Two years ago, he married Ajiao's second sister. However, for some reason, after Bai Ming visited Kutou Village in the second year of their marriage
to deliver New Year's gifts to his mother-in-law, he stayed there, initially staying until the fourth month of the lunar calendar.

[To be continued]

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