Textbook of Bizarre Sexual Partners

After graduating from university, I stayed in the city where I was born, raised, and went to school, becoming a low-level civil servant
. My days were nine to five; I'd read the newspaper in my spare time and rush through documents when I was busy—a rather leisurely life.
My mother passed away early, and although my father loved me very much, he loved his business more. His company was very large,
so my house was always bustling with people. When I was in high school, I complained to my father that the house was too noisy and I couldn't
concentrate on my studies.
So, my father bought me a small house in the suburbs. The conditions
were twofold: first, I could come home to spend one or two days a week with him (actually, it was mostly just a few hours, having meals and watching TV); second, I could concentrate on my studies.
This gave me my own independent space very early on. Although the small house was only 60 square meters, it
had a kitchen, bathroom, and shower area, and it was relatively quiet. After I carefully decorated it, even
my father, who had experience in construction and decoration, found it quite comfortable.
After I went to university, my father became even busier, often disappearing for months at a time. I went home even less. Because my
little apartment was close to the university, my college buddies and I would often get drunk and sleep there,
or we'd come to drink when we were lonely. So it became another hideout for me and my dorm buddies. Of course
, we'd also bring our girlfriends there to sleep, and some of the brothers would bring their girlfriends to stay overnight.
After graduating, I didn't want to go into business like my father, so I took the civil service exam and became a clerk in a department of the city government
. My father probably felt that going into business was too tiring, so he didn't object to my decision.
My father would come home every few months, and I'd go home to spend time with him and enjoy family time. The rest of the time, after work, I'd retreat to
my little apartment, creating my own "world," watching TV, surfing the internet, and occasionally designing rooms for others—
putting my skills to good use and earning a little money so I wouldn't have to ask my father for money. One evening, after a small gathering with a group of close friends from university, I returned home around 11 PM, slightly drunk.
During the gathering, these guys were enthusiastically discussing their recent sexual experiences—seduce office ladies, talk of being freshmen in university, their stories flowing like water, and they even described the details of intercourse in great detail, as if afraid no one would believe them. Although I was 100% sure they were exaggerating, I was still "sexually aroused" on my way home, eager to get home and watch some porn to release my pent-up desire. Just as I was getting close to home, I suddenly noticed a dark, shadowy figure squatting at my doorstep. Instantly, I sobered up a bit. As I approached, I discovered it was a person squatting there, head down, dressed in rags, emitting a foul stench—clearly a beggar. I nudged "him," and "he" looked up. Oh! It was her . She stared at me intently, her eyes burning, and suddenly chuckled. I suddenly remembered that this morning, the old lady next door had said there was a crazy person wandering around here, and warned me to be careful. This was probably the crazy person. I could only curse my bad luck, step aside, and headed inside. Suddenly, she pointed at the apple I was holding—the one I'd bought on the way to help me sober up—and exclaimed "Oh wow!" I tossed her an apple, and she wolfed it down. She must have been hungry. I felt a pang of pity and, remembering I had some food in my fridge , prepared to go inside and get it for her. But before I could react, she brazenly followed me inside. I heated up two plates of dumplings in the microwave and placed them on the table for her to eat. She devoured both plates in a flash, still looking at me with unsatisfied lingering desire. I had to go back inside and get her two steamed buns, which she quickly finished as well. Finally, she stretched contentedly and was about to sleep in the living room. I was both annoyed and amused. Although I knew she wouldn't freeze to death if I pushed her outside (think about it, she must have spent many nights outside), I still felt bad about pushing her out on this chilly spring night. However, letting her sleep in my living room like that would probably require several days of cleaning. I pulled her up and pushed her to the bathroom, gesturing for her to go in, undress, and take a shower. I pushed her into the bathroom, and after a while, I heard the sound of running water. This girl actually knows how to shower by herself. She's not completely insane. I went back to the living room, threw away the plate she had eaten from, then mopped up the spot where she had sat, lit incense to get rid of the stench. After finishing my chores, I turned on the computer and watched a couple of porn videos, but I still heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. This woman hadn't finished showering yet. I had just finished watching porn and was feeling a bit aroused, so I wanted to peek inside to see what this lunatic looked like after showering. When I got to the bathroom door, I gently pushed it open, and it wasn't locked. (Of course, this slut wouldn't know how to lock a door, but I wonder if she knows how to insert a vagina, hehe.) I pushed the door open and couldn't help but laugh and cry. It turned out that the slut hadn't taken off her clothes and hadn't turned on the hot water (duh, have you ever seen a slut turn on the hot water?), and was standing under cold water, shivering and hugging her head. It seemed I'd have to help her shower. After I went inside, I turned off the cold water, then helped her take off her smelly clothes and threw them outside. Then I took off my own clothes, went into the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and started bathing her. To be honest, at first, I didn't have any lustful thoughts. That crazy woman had a strange odor, and bathing her was as natural as bathing my cat. At first, I poured half a tub of shampoo onto her head and rubbed it for half an hour until her hair finally stopped smelling . Then I scrubbed her body vigorously until her skin was exposed. Then I added half a bottle of shower gel, and she started to smell a little better. Then I added half a bag of toothpaste to freshen her breath . I was so tired that I sat down on a stool next to the bathroom. When I sat down and observed her closely, I realized that this crazy woman wasn't ugly at all. She was probably around 24 or 25 years old, and quite tall, about 1.6 meters. She had a great figure, and her hair, loose after the bath, looked fluffy and clean. Her skin, perhaps having been covered in grime for too long, appeared white and translucent once the grime was removed, like a peeled shrimp. Even more striking were her large breasts, with small nipples standing erect. She probably found the hot water comfortable.

It was so funny; she jumped and laughed under the tap, like a playful girl, showing no sign of being
crazy. Her breasts swayed back and forth like little rabbits, incredibly cute.
Watching all this, my breathing became a little rapid. Thinking about the stories my brothers had told me, thinking about
the porn I'd just seen, my little brother instantly became erect.
So I stood up from the stool, hugged her, and started gently stroking her breasts,
gradually increasing the pressure. At first, she just giggled, but as the pressure increased, she began to
react, her eyes becoming glazed, and she started moaning. My lips began to kiss her neck, then
moved downwards, gradually over her chest, stopping at her breasts.
I released her breasts, wrapped my arms around her lower back, then slid them down her back, stopping
at her buttocks, gently kneading them. My mouth wasn't idle either, taking turns gently sucking on her nipples. Her moans began to grow
louder.
(I later consulted an expert who said that people who are mentally unstable don't moan; although
their bodies may react, their facial expressions generally remain unchanged. Only people with intellectual disabilities exhibit these reactions; in other words
, she was mentally challenged.)
My mouth was no longer content with just her breasts; it began to slide over her slender waist and lower abdomen, entering that patch of
grass. Her pubic area was lush and green, so I reluctantly released her buttocks to explore that patch of grass.
I parted her thick pubic hair and finally saw the two delicate labia inside. I gently licked them with my tongue while simultaneously pressing down hard
on the clitoris above her labia with my hand.
She seemed unable to withstand the stimulation, letting out a soft "Ah!" as she leaned back against the bathroom wall. I couldn't hold back any longer
. I stood up, using my right hand to lift one of her legs, and with my left hand, I gripped my erect penis, which had become menacing
, and slowly pushed it into her vagina.
She cried out "Ah!" as her body jerked back and forth. I abruptly pulled out my penis, simultaneously pulling
her legs to make her lean towards me, then thrusting in again, plunging my penis deep inside her. This
repeated pulling and thrusting caused her to moan and groan.
After about two hundred thrusts, she suddenly cried out "Ah!", her body pressed completely against mine, her arms
wrapped around my neck, and at the same time, a gush of vaginal fluid poured onto my penis—she had climaxed.
I lowered her legs, pulled my penis out of her vagina, and then lifted her onto a nearby stool.
I then wrapped her legs around my waist and thrust my still-erect penis back into her vagina
, gently pulling while stroking her back and kissing her neck.
Perhaps because my thrusts weren't very fast, her breathing began to steady. But as my thrusts quickened
, her breathing became increasingly rapid. Watching her eyes grow increasingly glazed, my mind became increasingly hazy.
I only felt my penis thrusting faster, my breathing becoming heavier, my body feeling like it was about to explode
. All I could see was my penis thrusting back and forth in her vagina.
Suddenly, her breathing turned into a loud "Ah, ah..." cry, a cry that seemed filled with pain and
despair, yet also with joy and pleasure. Her screams grew louder and louder, drowning out the rushing water,
like a primal roar from before the dawn.
Finally, after what seemed like hundreds of thrusts, she let out another thunderous scream, collapsing
limply onto the stool, gushing out another thick stream of
vaginal fluid. I thrust a few more times, unable to hold back any longer. My mind went blank, and I lunged forward, ejaculating all my semen inside her.
I had originally intended to try doggy style, but seeing her condition, I realized that if I hadn't held her tightly, she probably
wouldn't have been able to support herself and would have fallen off the stool. So I picked her up, carried her to my bedroom, and covered her with a blanket.
Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps she hadn't slept in such a warm bed in a long time, she quickly fell asleep
. I was also a little tired, so I gently leaned against her breasts and fell asleep too.
The next day was Saturday, no work, and I slept until almost nine o'clock. When I woke up, she was still fast
asleep, her little nose snoring contentedly. I pulled back the covers; her naked body was both adorable and
alluring. Not wanting to disturb her sleep, I quietly left the bed to prepare breakfast.
Around ten o'clock, this adorable, lovesick woman finally woke up. Perhaps feeling cold, she rushed out of bed, still wrapped in the covers
. I quickly found some of my own clothes and helped her change. I'm 1.8 meters tall, so my clothes were loose and baggy—
practically robes for her, though she didn't object. But as soon as she saw the food, she pounced on it, clearly
terrified of hunger. She ate five steamed buns and a large plate of vegetables before finally stopping, satisfied and clutching her stomach.
II . Pregnant Woman Show - off
********** ... Every day, from nine to five, I worked like a civil servant, just going through the motions. Many boring years passed by in a flash. During this time, I had a girlfriend, but soon we both felt exhausted and drifted apart. My father's business grew bigger and bigger, and I hadn't seen him in a long time. One afternoon, I invited two friends for drinks near my small house. In the midst of our lively conversation, I suddenly heard a commotion outside. I went out to see what was happening and saw the restaurant owner scolding a woman with a child . The woman was bulging out of her pocket and carrying something. I was on good terms with the owner, Old Joe (I was a regular customer), so I shouted at him...

"Hey Joe, what's up? We were having a drink, gotta kill the mood."
Joe stopped yelling and turned to me, saying, "Young man, it's a beggar."
I was just about to grab a bottle of wine when I walked over. Suddenly, I saw the shyness, helplessness, and tears welling in the woman's eyes,
and I also saw the little girl behind her, shy and yearning for food. Moved by compassion, I said,
"Give her a bowl of rice, it's on my tab." Joe didn't say anything, and I went back to drinking with my buddies.
After finishing my drinks, I saw the two staggering guys off, and I was a little tipsy myself. Just as I was about to head home
, a thick, rural accent called out, "Young man, thank you."
I was startled and looked closer to see a woman speaking to me. I quickly asked, "What did you say?"
She said, "Thank you for paying for our meal. My child was starving, otherwise I wouldn't have humbled myself
to ask for help."
I smiled and quickly said it was no trouble. Just as I was about to turn away, the woman hurriedly added, "Young man, I
just asked the owner. You live alone; do you need any help at home
? We can do laundry and cook."
I then took a closer look at the woman. Although her clothes made her look older than her age, she was only about twenty-six or twenty-seven,
with a pretty face. Most importantly, what I had initially thought she was carrying wasn't what I expected;
she was actually several months pregnant. Her belly bulged, like she was carrying a large package. (I wasn't paying attention at the time, and I'd
had a bit too much to drink, so I misunderstood.) Seeing me scrutinize her stomach, she blushed and shrank back
.
I laughed and said, "Even if I hired you, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to do much work."
She protested, "I can manage, I'll be careful."
I don't know what kind of kindness I felt that day, but I sighed and said, "Alright, I'll hire you, but I can't afford
a high salary."
She sighed deeply, "No money needed, my daughter and I just want a place to stay temporarily."
And so, my little hut gained two guests. They slept in the room next to mine, and I slept in the remaining
room. Later, after a long and detailed conversation, I learned about their tragic past.
The pregnant woman was named Zhen Xiu. Originally from a mountain village in Hebei, she was considered a talented girl in
her village. She and another boy from the village both passed the entrance exam for the county's top high school, earning them the
title of "golden couple" of their village. They soon fell in love, but reality was cruel; the county's top high school
was far from enough to get into university, and they both failed the exam.
It wouldn't have been a bad choice for them to settle down in their hometown, get married, and farm. Unexpectedly, the boy
, restless and determined to make his way in the world, left her with tears in her eyes. A year later, she heard
the news that he had been crushed to death by falling concrete at a construction site in a city.
Two years later, she reluctantly married a teacher from the same village, intending to live a peaceful life there
. However, less than a year later, during renovations of the village school's wall, a section suddenly collapsed, burying her husband beneath it, and he died instantly.
Because she couldn't bear children, she couldn't stay at her husband's family home and returned home. From then on, the villagers spread rumors that she was "cursed
to bring bad luck to her husbands," and anyone who got involved with her would suffer misfortune.
Two years later, she married a miner from a mining area far from her home. He had a seven-year-
old daughter, Jingjing, the little girl she had been with. A year later, she became pregnant
. Just as she was looking forward to her future life, her husband had an accident down in the mine and never returned.
She was entitled to her husband's compensation, but her husband's brother, in order to claim this considerable sum, sent
thugs to harass her and called her a "cursed husband." In a fit of anger, she went to the mine and collected all the compensation.
Then, afraid to go home, she took her adopted daughter, several months pregnant, and came to the city to stay with a sister.
However, as soon as she got off the train, all her money was stolen, and when she went to the address her sister had given her, she found no one there. She
didn't want to beg, so it wasn't until her adopted daughter, Xiuxiu, was so hungry she couldn't bear it anymore that she finally
asked for alms.
I still remember her anger, sorrow, and skepticism when she talked about being called a "husband-killer." I couldn't help
but comfort her, "Xiuxiu, you're a high school student too, how can you believe such nonsense!" I
saw a complex mix of excitement, trust, and being understood in her eyes. But sometimes she still couldn't help but ask me, "There's really such a thing as a husband-killer, isn't there?
" which made me both annoyed and amused. Of course, I didn't really want Xiuxiu to do anything for me, but she still could n't stay idle. I often warned her to be careful not to harm the fetus, but she never listened. Soon after, I used my connections to get Jingjing into a nearby elementary school, for which Xiuxiu was extremely grateful. Two months passed quickly, and Xiuxiu's belly swelled up, becoming as big as a drum. At this point, I imagine she couldn't even see her toes when she bent over with all her might. Others think pregnant women are ugly, but I find them incredibly sexy and alluring . Then I took Xiuxiu for her pre-pregnancy checkup and discovered the fetus was already eight months along. I forced her not to do any strenuous work, or she'd face the consequences. She said, "Which woman in the countryside isn't still working in the fields a few hours before giving birth ?" I could only laugh and cry. One evening, at a company dinner, I drank a little too much and went straight to sleep. Later, I was awakened by a loud clap of thunder . In the darkness, I suddenly saw a figure standing by the window. I jumped in fright, screaming, "Thief! Ghost!" I yanked on the light and yelled. I saw someone fall off a stool. Looking closer, I saw it was Sister Xiuxiu. I rushed to help her up, scolding, "Why did you go up there? " Xiuxiu said, "It was raining outside, and you didn't close the window, so I was afraid you'd get wet."

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