[Men's Biographies] (15) Author: whitesheep12

Author: whitesheep12
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Chapter Fifteen. Arriving at Mazhuang, we finally had a chance to relax.

Before we knew it, winter had arrived. The animals in the mountains were mostly silent, and the fallen leaves made the scenery
desolate. The two women and I were prepared; we had plenty of food and water.

On a bright morning, we set off. Juan'er was heavily pregnant and
had difficulty alone, so we asked the old woman to help her. The hardest and most tiring task was mine. With a thick
, long rope tied around my waist, I had to drag a basket of food and water, so our pace was slow
. After all, the weight of the load behind me was too heavy; it was a last resort for me.

After a long dragging, I led the two women to the place where Aqing had died. His
remains lay on the ground. Moved by the sight, we stopped.

The sun had already set, and the three of us decided to set up a tent next to him. As night fell
, we lit a campfire and sat around it.

I sighed, "You all know how eerie the nights are in the mountains. Now that Aqing's bones
are right here beside us, I'm going to burn his skeleton to ashes. After all, he's my savior, and
I can't bear to see him die in this miserable state, with no one to bury him!"

As I spoke, I managed to squeeze out two tears. Of course, these were
tears of genuine pity for Aqing; I felt ashamed of the despicable thought I had that day, indifferent to Aqing's fate.

The old woman said, "Aqing was a pitiful man. He thought he could have a good life with you, but he died so tragically.
To be honest, the reason Third Sister was willing to follow Aqing was because she was truly grateful to you for saving her life. Juan'er and I
were willing to follow you for the same reason. As long as we can accept it, suffering a little physical pain is worthwhile. I have a
very sharp eye; you are much better than Wang Yun. Wang Yun is violent by nature and unreasonable..."

Juan'er interrupted, "Sister, don't mention that bastard. He's really unlucky. Aqing's fate
is destiny; you can't force it. Everyone's fortune is different. Aqing's fortune was shallow, so he can't blame anyone else. But you, Amao, have
deep fortune..." "It's heaven's will."

I nodded and said, "Speaking of that day, it really felt like it was destined. Let Aqing
rest !"

After saying that, I pulled a stick from the campfire and placed it on Aqing's remaining bones, shouting, "
Brother rest in peace! I'm so sorry!"

And so, I lit the pile of bones, the fire crackling and popping. We stared intently
at the flickering flames, waiting for it to burn to ashes. Soon, after his bones were completely burned away,
we roasted some food on the fire and ate our fill. Afterward, we extinguished the fire and huddled together in the
simple wooden tent to rest.

Even in winter, I still had to be wary of wild animals in the deep mountains. I was afraid the fire would attract them, so
the night was exceptionally difficult, and I spent it in a daze.

The next morning, the sun shone brightly. After a hearty meal, we continued our journey and
soon arrived at the place where Third Sister had died. Her death was entirely accidental. The three of us were all present that day and
had experienced the ordeal, so we began to talk about it.

We had to be extremely careful in this place, making absolutely no noise
lest we wake the bear.

I said very seriously, "That bear is probably hibernating. Let's be careful as we pass by and make sure we do
n't make a sound."

Grandma and Juan'er nodded and said, "Okay."

So, we slowed our pace again. I no longer needed to drag the basket; I simply pushed
it from behind. Although this was more strenuous, it was much quieter, so it was for the sake of peace and quiet.

We walked silently along the mountain path. Passing a large tree, we actually saw the
bear hibernating inside a hollow in the tree. We were terrified, but thankfully it hadn't been awakened and was still sound asleep . The three of us stealthily passed the large tree, then hurried forward, barely daring to breathe, crossing several hills before stopping. Although it was cold, I didn't feel cold at all; the activity had warmed me up. Having passed the territory of the bear, the other hills were relatively safe. After several days and nights of continuous travel, we finally emerged from the deep mountains and arrived at a new village, Mazhuang. I inwardly cheered, feeling a great sense of relief. As outsiders, we weren't normally allowed to stay in the village, but because Juan'er was pregnant, we were received by an elder. The village was much larger than the small fishing village, but the villagers were anything but hospitable. I could read a sense of disdain in their eyes; they didn't really believe I was from the mountains, so I couldn't gain their trust further. Luckily, a kind old woman took us in when we had nowhere to stay. The old woman, known to the villagers as Granny Chen, was sixty-eight years old. Her husband had died young, and she had one son, but sadly, he and his wife never returned after going to the mountains. She now had a one- or two-year-old granddaughter. That evening, after dinner at Granny Chen's house, she first dismissed her granddaughter. Then, in the flickering candlelight , Granny Chen suddenly did something astonishing. With a thud, she knelt down on both knees and said, "Little Mao, this old woman has a difficult request. I hope you will grant it, otherwise I will never be able to get up!" The three of us, who had been taken in, were dumbfounded, staring at each other blankly, unsure what to do. After a long silence, I stood up and reached out my hand, asking in surprise, "Auntie, what are you doing? You 're even older than my mother! Aren't you making me feel terrible?" Old Mrs. Chen was somewhat stubborn; she wouldn't get up even when I pulled her. Tears streamed down her face as she said, "My son and daughter-in-law died young, so I naturally accepted my fate as a miserable person. I should have just given up and obediently waited to be buried. Unfortunately, a few days ago, I learned some truths, and these truths are a knot in my heart... my son and daughter-in-law..."

" The women were all murdered. I'm an old woman

who has to bury her children, while the murderer is still living a carefree life in the village. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. This is a hurdle I can't get over." The old woman must have something to ask of us. I reached out to help her up again, and said earnestly, "Auntie, we can talk things over. For the sake of
your kindness in taking me in, as long as it's not something terrible… just tell me what you want!"

I couldn't let a frail old woman kneel on the ground before me. I just wanted her to stand up first. Thankfully,
she listened to me and stood up.

I patted Old Mrs. Chen on the back, comforting her, "Don't get agitated. Why don't you sit down and tell me slowly?"

She nodded and, with my help, sat down. Her eyes held a mixture of melancholy and anger. After a
moment of gathering her emotions, she spoke in a sorrowful tone, "Last month was a big day for Ma Huateng from Mazhuang and Chen Chichi from Chenjia Village. All
the relatives went, but that night, Ma Huateng got drunk. He was talking nonsense, saying things about my son, Ma Youwei. He killed my son because he discovered his affair with my daughter-in-law..." Old Mrs. Chen became increasingly agitated. Who wouldn't be upset about their son being murdered? Raising a son is no easy task, especially when the husband dies young. Besides feeling sympathy for her, I also felt quite indignant. That Ma Huateng was truly a scoundrel; he killed without blinking an eye ! The young couple from Old Lady Chen's family were ruthlessly silenced. From Old Lady Chen's account, Ma Huateng was a thoroughly wicked and ruthless bully! But Ma Huateng had the ability; he was the son of the village head of Mazhuang, and presumably, he was a tyrant in the village . Women he set his sights on were easily obtained. Old Lady Chen said that Ma Huateng had ruined countless girls. However, the villagers had to tolerate it, or else they would be kicked out of the village! But things shouldn't have turned out this way. Old Lady Chen's son, Ma Song, was Ma Huateng's cousin; they should have been very close. They were indeed very intimate, but man proposes, God disposes. Who would have known that Ma Huateng would even prey on his elder brother's women! If he hadn't drunkenly revealed this himself, most people probably wouldn't have believed it. If he was so beastly towards his own family, what he would do to others was even more unimaginable. In short, Ma Huateng was an unforgivable monster! The details Old Lady Chen recounted about the relationship between Ma Youwei and Ma Huateng were tangled and complicated, and where things went wrong remained a mystery. No one knew the truth except the two involved. Now that Ma Youwei was dead, only Ma Huateng knew the specifics of his murder. Old Lady Chen had a request of me, but it was simple: she didn't want me to figure out how to deal with Ma Huateng, but rather to entrust her unfortunate granddaughter to me. This was quite a dilemma for me; where would I find the food and water to feed an idle person? It was a simple matter, yet difficult in itself, as it concerned her granddaughter 's lifelong happiness. I felt like I was adding another burden to her life. Looking at Juan'er's unborn child, I felt a sense of inadequacy. However, since Old Lady Chen had pleaded with me so earnestly, how could I remain unmoved? I am not a heartless person. I said to Old Mrs. Chen, "I don't mind, but what does your granddaughter think? What if she doesn't want to..." Old Mrs. Chen said firmly, "As for her... I will naturally find a way to get her to go with you. Now that you've agreed, don't regret it!" I clasped my hands and said, "I, Ah Mao, will naturally do what I promise. Going back on my word is not my style!" Old Mrs. Chen said gratefully, "Okay... okay... I'll arrange accommodations for you." And so, she arranged for me and the two women to stay in her son's former room. After she left the room, I observed the surroundings. The room was carefully furnished and very clean ; it was clear that Old Mrs. Chen cleaned it regularly. Inadvertently, I came to the table. On the table was a black and white photograph. There were four people in the photograph; without a doubt, they were Old Mrs. Chen, her son, her daughter-in-law, and her granddaughter. In the photo, her son is smiling happily; he looks quite handsome The woman beside him has long, flowing black hair and bright, large eyes—she's quite a beauty too . Their daughter, of course, is no less beautiful, inheriting her mother's looks perfectly; her face is seven-tenths like hers. Grandma Chen is on the far right of the photo, smiling kindly. The background is their front door; it's clearly a family portrait. They were so happy then, but now it's heartbreaking. After looking at the photo, I found it hard to fall asleep. Even in winter, I was sweating a lot, my body sticky and uncomfortable. So I went to Grandma Chen's house and asked for a large wooden tub so I could take a bath. I then fetched some water from the deep well outside and put it in the tub. With limited resources and no hot water, I had to make do . Considering Grandma Chen's age, I didn't want to trouble her further. The journey from the small fishing village to Mazhuang was long and arduous, and we were exhausted. Of course, we wanted to cherish this night. I thought to myself, tonight I can finally relax! My manhood hasn't been used by any women for days; it's itching! After fetching enough water, I locked the door. I figured it was best to be discreet disturbing them wouldn't be fun. Once the door was closed, I didn't hesitate. I quickly stripped off my clothes and threw them on the floor. My manhood was already loaded, just waiting for its target. I pointed to the two women resting on the bed and said, "Juan'er, get down and wash up first. Auntie, you take off your clothes and get ready too." "Okay," Juan'er said. "Okay," the auntie replied. Soon, I waited for Juan'er to finish washing up and let her get into bed. Then, the auntie and I squeezed into the large wooden tub. Luckily , the tub was big enough for both of us to wash together. At this point, our three positions were quite awkward. Juan'er was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide, the old lady was facing , and I was behind the old lady's buttocks. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I stretched my legs out and put them on the old lady's waist, laughing, and said, "Old lady, suddenly I feel like seeing a licking scene? How about I lick Juan'er's pussy? Look at her pussy, it's overflowing with moisture , it desperately needs your comfort, and your pussy..."

The old woman hesitated for a moment, then said, "You annoying guy...you just bully us sisters like this..."

I used my stiff spiked club to rub back and forth on her buttocks, while my hands rubbed her abdomen up and down.

Before long, the old woman begged for mercy, "Ah Mao...don't...don't torture me anymore...fuck
me..."

I spread my arms, making a gesture as if I couldn't hear her, and said seriously, "What? What do you want me to do? Speak louder?"

I deliberately pretended not to hear, so I could hear the old woman begging me to fuck her. Such pleading words
could give a person strength, making them incredibly excited. I felt a little wicked about it.

The old woman, tortured to the point of surrender, said, "Fuck me...fuck me...I want your big southern country...to fuck my...
big wet pussy..."

I smiled wickedly, using my thumbs to pry open her vagina. Due to excessive friction, it was truly a dark
, foul-smelling object, a rather unpleasant sight. The spiked club was even a little shaky!

I poked at her vaginal opening a few times, teasingly saying, "It's not that I can't fuck you... but you have to
show appreciation... It's consensual... How about this, you lick Juan'er's vagina once, and I'll fuck you
once. I think this deal is fair!"

The old woman looked astonished, clearly completely defeated by my shamelessness.

Seeing that she didn't react for a while, I became a little impatient. I slapped her big buttocks hard, making a
crisp slapping sound, and said loudly, "What... is there... anything to consider about this?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I aimed my glans at her vaginal opening and thrust it in with my spiked club. "Plop!" The old woman cried out in
pleasure , "Ah! That feels good!"

I then grabbed the old woman's hair and said viciously, "Tell me... aren't you...
a whore who needs to be fucked?"

The old woman nodded reluctantly and said, "I... I... I'm a whore who needs to be fucked ." "!"

I got into a riding position, ready to fuck a woman, and said, "Good, then start licking her pussy
. Only your efforts will bring you pleasure!"

The old woman brought her head close to Juan'er's pussy and said, "Okay!"

The old woman's tongue was a little pointed. She tentatively licked Juan'er's pussy, making lewd
sounds : "Ah... Amao... harder... harder... fuck me... fuck me..."

The old woman was being fucked by me, and she was calling out incoherently. She was completely in a state of frenzy. Juan'er
was also being made to pant by the old woman's tongue.

It was a really beautiful sound. A series of silver bell-like heavenly sounds rang in my ears.

With the sound of the cries, I became more and more vigorous. The sound of our bodies colliding
was like the sound of gongs and drums. As I fucked, I felt that the climax was just around the corner. After all, the woman under me
had been fucked until she could barely moan.

"Oh...uh...uh...oh..."

"No...no...brother...brother...my pussy...my pussy...I need to pee again
...oh..."

The old lady was once again rendered unconscious by my fucking, but I couldn't hold on any longer either. In one breath, I picked her
up and screamed hysterically, "Let me show you what I'm capable of! Waaah...ahhh..."

"Ah oh...ah oh...ahhhhh...ahhhhh...I'm going to die..."

I was going all out in my final frenzy. The old lady was screaming uncontrollably. After all, my powerful thrusts were no joke.
They were real shots, each one penetrating deep into her cave!

"Ah..." I finally ejaculated, and I deflated like a punctured balloon. My thighs trembled slightly.
In a flash, I pushed the old lady forward so she could safely lean against Juan'er. I also pressed down
on the old lady with the momentum. My spiked club was still inside her!

Maintaining that strange position, I rested briefly before pulling my thing out of the old woman's body, looking quite
satisfied . "Wasn't I good?"

I knew I had the ability; I was well aware of that.

The old woman said irritably, "Good...more than good...you almost...crushed me to death!"

Juan'er, her big eyes sparkling with longing, said, "I really hope this baby in Juan'er's belly comes out soon, so
I can let you fuck me properly, Ah Mao."

The old woman teased, "You filthy slut, I was just licking your pussy to relieve the itch, it took
all my strength , why didn't you even say thank you?"

I chimed in, "That's right! That's right! The old woman did a good job, even if she didn't do anything special!"

Encouraged by me, Juan'er finally thanked the old woman, albeit hesitantly.

So, we washed ourselves again with water, and then, shamelessly, the three of us slept in the same
bed. However, I had no more enthusiasm left; I had
poured all my energy into our earlier battle in the wooden tub, and now all I wanted was a good night's sleep.

PS: Age is a cruel thing .

[To be continued]

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