【The Story of a Rural Peddler Taming a Woman】(02-03) Author: wushisanqian

Author: wushisanqian
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(Part Two)

The dwarf felt his lower body awakening and rising faster than ever before. He
adjusted his body slightly so that he wouldn't have to rely entirely on his hands to support Qingcong's legs. Unexpectedly, this movement
led to something even more surprising: the dwarf's face, now slightly upright, was pressed against Qingcong's breasts
. Even through the thin shirt, the dwarf could feel the warmth of Qingcong's breasts.

These were a pair of breasts that could rival any other. The robust Qingcong had developed very well since
childhood, and being in her prime, she naturally exuded the scent of a mature woman. In addition, her breasts had never been used for breastfeeding,
so although she was nearly forty, they were still as firm as the breasts of a woman in her twenties.

Because she had just taken a shower behind the house, and she didn't usually bind her chest when she was home alone, she was only wearing a
shirt , with a small vest covering her breasts underneath.

The dwarf felt like he was suffocating, but how could he bear to leave Qingcong's embrace like that?

However, the dwarf knew he was flawed, a cripple in most people's eyes.

Besides, Qingcong was his savior; he couldn't force her to do what she wanted
.

Thinking this, the dwarf resolutely lifted his head from between her breasts, trying to get away from between her legs. But the space between
Qingcong's legs was too narrow. When he tried to turn, her raised thighs blocked his way. He struggled
but couldn't turn, so he had to use his hands to press her thighs down forcefully before he could turn around.

Embarrassed, the dwarf blushed deeply, standing before Qingcong, speechless. His thighs, still unbuckled,
stood proudly erect, almost bursting his pants.

How could Qingcong not feel this? She was a woman in her prime, and while she had never experienced
a man's touch before marriage, and occasional irritability and discomfort could be attributed to health issues, she was a
woman who had been married. Even before their marriage, during the off-season when they were always at home making love day and night
, she would forever remember the blissful feeling of her man having touched her.

Sadly, her husband was gone. At first, she could endure the grief, but as time passed,
the sadness faded, and her primal desires returned.

Qingcong tried many methods, such as touching her breasts and genitals, gently inserting an eggplant,
or in the summer, stripping naked, spreading her legs, applying sesame oil to her genitals, and enticing a dog to lick them… While she could experience
pleasure, it couldn't compare to the pleasure brought by a man's penis. Lost in thought, Qingcong's eyes
remained fixed on the dwarf's crotch, forgetting all shame.

It's true that Qingcong needs a man's nourishment, but when she rescued the dwarf and carried him home, she hadn't thought about
that . After all, casual encounters and mutually beneficial relationships were rare back then, and both men and women
still had a sense of shame in front of others.

This can be seen from the difference in conversations between men and women compared to now. Back then, women wouldn't talk much in front of men other than
their husbands , unlike now, where people kiss and kiss on the spot without even knowing each other's names
, and online hookups have become popular entertainment. After one round, they leave without a word the next day, never to be
contacted again.

Thinking about this, Qingcong's face darkened, and worry crept in. What would she do in the future?

Seeing this, the dwarf thought Qingcong was angry with him and hurriedly stepped forward to grab her arm,
apologizing . Qingcong was straightforward and was initially embarrassed to bring it up, but now that she saw the dwarf was anxious, she stopped
hiding it. She quickly and casually stroked the dwarf's genitals, saying, "You're not wrong, if anyone's wrong, it's your penis. It
reminds me of happy times from long ago."

"Hmm, so that's what you're thinking about?" The dwarf hadn't expected Qingcong, a woman, to be so outspoken.

"Hmm what? I'm a woman too, not a block of wood. Can't I have feelings and desires?" Qingcong
quickly explained.

"Then... then do you want to? I can..." the dwarf stammered.

Qingcong looked at the dwarf again, not expecting him to volunteer: "You..."

The dwarf, thinking Qingcong thought he wasn't manly, panicked, grabbed Qingcong's right hand,
and shoved it into his crotch, saying, "I can."

Can, absolutely can. The dwarf was short, but his penis was unusually thick and long;
if he were naked, it would look like a third leg.

Qingcong touched it with her hand; it was so hot! She squeezed it again—good heavens!—it was much thicker than her husband's, and
at least three centimeters longer. If this were inserted into her vagina, wouldn't it feel like heaven? Thinking of this, Qingcong couldn't help but swallow
hard, her eyes shining. She picked up the dwarf and placed him on the bed.

It was a rough wooden double bed, with railings at both ends and the backrest, somewhat resembling
a lathe, which was very popular at the time, but not as beautiful or refined. Qingcong's husband had
carved it over a month with a machete, based on the designs of lathes in nearby villages. Aside from being rough, it did
resemble one, and because of the robust materials used, it was even sturdier than those made by a proper lathe maker.

Normally, Qingcong was alone, and for convenience, she would fold her clean underwear and place it on the headboard.
But after carrying the dwarf back, she had carefully tidied up; only a straw mat, a pillow,
and a .

The dwarf was placed on the bed by Qingcong like a child, but a feeling of unease welled up inside him. He felt he should be a
man ; how could a man be manipulated by a woman? Thinking this, the dwarf simply hugged Qingcong back,
burying his head in her breasts and arching his back.

Qingcong couldn't withstand the dwarf's hot breath, so she quickly unbuttoned her shirt collar and
pressed the dwarf's head between her breasts, as if trying to bury it completely.

After a long while, the dwarf's breathing became rapid; he was suffocating. No, he couldn't linger
here. Thinking this, the dwarf slowed his assault on her breasts, freeing his hands to slip inside Qingcong's shirt.
He first gently kneaded her now large and firm breasts, then moved downwards, lightly scratching at her navel
, before finally stroking her smooth back.

Qingcong gently embraced the dwarf, sitting on the edge of the bed, letting him caress her, her eyes half-closed, enjoying the moment.
The pleasure a man brought her.

Qingcong thought, "Humans are so strange. Why do women always need a man to touch them to feel good?" For five or six years,
no man had entered this house since her husband died. Her sex cells were constantly growing, but
no man could satisfy her. When she couldn't stand it, she would masturbate, but it was never thorough. As a result, masturbation became Qingcong
's practice and review of sex.

At this moment, even the dwarf's scent excited Qingcong. With the dwarf's caresses, her lower body was already
gushing wet.

After caressing Qingcong's upper body for a while, the dwarf gently laid her down flat, put her feet
on the bed , sat on his side, leaned down and rested his head on her breasts, and began to caress Qingcong's abdomen. When his hand reached
Qingcong's waistband, he withdrew it, then moved down a little further, gradually advancing towards Qingcong's lower body.

Qingcong seemed to be asleep, letting the dwarf caress her. Only when his hand touched her pubic hair did she
flinch , open her eyes to look at him, and then slowly relax.

The dwarf slipped his hand inside Qingcong's pants, touching her thick pubic hair, but didn't go any further. Instead,
he withdrew his hand intending to pull her pants down.

Qingcong suddenly covered her pants with her hands, abruptly sitting up, head bowed, silent. The dwarf
knew that Qingcong wasn't inherently promiscuous; it was only because she hadn't been nourished for many years that she painfully accepted another
man's caresses. The dwarf didn't urge her, but silently sat behind her, embracing her tightly.
After he resumed caressing her breasts.

Qingcong sighed, as if making a great decision, then lay back down.

Seeing this, the dwarf wasted no more time, directly pulling down her pants and reaching into Qingcong's
private parts. The area was already ravaged by floods, and the wet pubic hair glistened under the lamplight.

Nevertheless, the dwarf still slipped his hand into the crevice, poking his fingers a few times, only to hear a soft, squelching sound.

Clearly, the lush, mysterious place was ready for battle. What were they waiting for? The dwarf quickly kicked off
his pants grabbed his gun, and charged in…

(III)

Half a month later, the dwarf removed the cloth wrapped around his head, picked up his basket, bid farewell to the lush greenery, and set off again. He was
a married peddler, and although the lush greenery had given him different kinds of sexual pleasure, he was destined not to
stay .

One day, the dwarf arrived at a small mountain village called Gray Lodge. Gray Lodge was built against the mountain, with a nearly 45-degree slope behind it
. A small stream flowed from the mountain through the center of the village and then merged into the large stream in front of the village.

The village is small, with about twenty mud-brick houses scattered haphazardly. Not far from the village is
a flat expanse of land, divided into plots of varying sizes by straight and crooked ridges. Further
up the mountains beyond the farmland are terraced fields, or more precisely, dry land.

A few red maple trees and a few eucalyptus trees stand irregularly among the fields, but no other trees.

No one can say for sure why no one has planted pine trees or any other species along the ridges.

This flat land is farmland, and the terraced fields on the mountainsides are dry land—this is
the source of livelihood for the 106 residents of Huiliao Village.

Behind Huiliao Village, there's a narrow, winding path leading to a village called Houliao behind the mountain. In front of Huiliao
Village there's a main road that follows the stream to a village about five or six miles away. This
road connects to other villages, one after another, leading to the county town. Although it winds and turns,
it doesn't involve going up or down hills, so naturally, many more people travel along it.

The dwarf also took this main road. When he arrived at Huiliao, it was afternoon, and the June weather was unusually
hot. His water bottle was long gone, and he was so thirsty his throat was burning. He was too lazy to even call out his wares.

Seeing a farmhouse with its gate open at the village entrance, he didn't greet them, but carried his load inside. Once in the cool,
shady main room, he finally felt safe. He fanned himself vigorously with his straw hat in one hand and
shook .

The head of this farming family was surnamed Jin, a minority in a village where most people were surnamed Mao. Therefore
, he always received the worst land allocations – land lacking irrigation, thin soil, or barren, rocky land far from the village. This was because
he was an outsider, and no one in the village spoke up for him. Although no one said anything, it was as if they had
agreed beforehand every time land was allocated – a common occurrence in the countryside. The Jin family man
understood but he was powerless to change it.

He had no choice but to help out at other families' farms or in other villages during the busy farming season,
earning work points to supplement his income. This time of year happened to be weeding season, so the Jin family man left his farm work to
his wife and went to help in a village twenty miles away.

The Jin family woman, named Cuiju, was thirty-six years old. She was beautiful and had a long, soft, fine hair
that reached her waist. She had an oval face with a pointed chin, but most strikingly, she had a pair of captivating, almond-shaped eyes.

She was a woman of hardship. Born into a wealthy family with older brothers and younger siblings, she suffered a tragic fate at
eighteen when she first fell in love. After being discovered having premarital relations with a young man, she gained
a reputation , and almost everyone avoided her. Matchmakers disappeared.

Then, at twenty-four, a young man surnamed Jin appeared in the village. Her father, seeing his honesty and
diligence the family was poor, finally mustered the courage to ask him if he was willing to marry her. When the man nodded
in agreement, it was like finding a hot potato to take care of; he didn't even ask for a dowry and hastily
married her off.

The man went out to work as a laborer, and when he returned, his family had an extra member to live with. He married without spending a penny, without even putting up a red "double happiness" sign
on the door . Fortunately, although his wife was free, the man cherished her
dearly.

The only drawback was that after living together for over ten years, they still had no children. The man
was incredibly vigorous on top of her, each time bringing Cuiju to ecstasy, but her belly remained stagnant, showing
no sign of pregnancy.

For the first two years, her husband had gone to the herbal medicine stalls in the city many times to buy herbs,
boiling of water until reduced to one bowl, but to no avail.

One time, on their way back, a heavy rainstorm soaked the paper packets of herbs, scattering them on the ground
. The man, surnamed Jin, couldn't bear to throw them away, and in his haste, he didn't separate them, mixing two packets together. Back home…
After taking the medicine, Cuiju vomited and had diarrhea, writhing in pain all over her stomach, almost
dying Seeing that so much medicine hadn't helped, he simply stopped giving her any more.

Her husband still cherished her as always, but it felt like a thorn in Cuiju's heart; she always felt
guilty towards the Jin family, but there was nothing she could do. She could only work even harder in the fields and be extra considerate to her husband.

One day, Cuiju worked in the fields until noon, when there was no one around and
she was starving before returning home. There was still some leftover porridge in the iron pot from breakfast;
it was enough for her alone. So she drank half a ladle of cold water, added some firewood to the stove, let it burn, and went to
the back of the house to take a shower.

Like many rural houses, the Jin family's house had a courtyard in front, with fruit trees planted along the wall
. A trellis of small tree trunks or bamboo was built along the wall, allowing the vines to climb up and
cover the entire trellis, forming a green canopy. Fruits hung from the trellis, some green, some
golden , some large, some small, some fuzzy, some smooth, and in various shapes—a truly beautiful sight.

Inside the courtyard was the main room, containing a stone mill and a stone mortar. In the center, against the back wooden wall, was a
long eight-immortal table, taller than a typical dining table, with carved patterns around its edges. At the center of the table was an
ancestral tablet and an incense burner filled with ash, topped with several sticks of incense. A section of grayish-white ash, like
a worm, clung stubbornly to the incense stick.

Entering from either side of the octagonal table, behind which lies the dining table. A round, arched
bamboo , concealing the food inside and preventing flies from stealing it.
Next to it is an earthen stove with three iron pots of different sizes. A fire crackles inside one of the pots,
steam rising from it.

Behind the stove is a door leading to a pond at the back of the house. The men of the Jin family used split bamboo, removing the
inner nodes, to channel spring water from afar to the back of the house, where it flows into a stone and mud pond.
Beside the pond is a flat washing stone, about a meter lower than the pond itself, leading to another large pond where field fish are raised.

[To be continued]

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