The Humanistic Beauty of a Landlord's Son Sent Down to the Countryside

When I was a child, my parents and I were sent down to the countryside. Although it was a remote and backward place, it was

a completely new world, and everything amazed me.

Take our accommodation, for example. We were newcomers and had no place to live. A farmer took us in.

His family had three rooms with a door in the middle. They lived in the east room, and we lived in the west room.

The faced each other, and if they didn't close the inner door, I could see everything inside.

What made me happiest was that they had three girls, and they were all very beautiful. Two were older than me, and

one was younger.

In my mind, rural children were usually disheveled, dressed in tattered blue clothes, with dark skin, yellow

teeth, and freckles. But this farmer's family was an exception; both the adults and children were beautiful.

I used to play freely with ordinary-looking girls, but for some reason, when I saw these

three beautiful rural girls, I didn't dare approach them.

I liked them and really wanted to be with them, but I would get nervous and my heart would race whenever I saw them. I always avoided

them, secretly watching them. If the eldest sister hadn't invited me over to play, I don't know

when I would have become familiar with them.

After playing a few times, I became more relaxed. Whenever I had free time, I would sneak into their house to play cards and

pocket cards with them.

Since there were no boys in their family, I was naturally very popular.

Another reason was that both our families were from landlord families. In the class society at that time,

children from landlord families were discriminated against. The children of poor peasants often called us landlords' sons, stinking landlords, and

big landlords . Our young hearts couldn't bear it, so the children from our two families never went out

to play with the village children.

After my family moved in, I quickly integrated into the group of the three sisters. They often praised me for being

pretty and said I was very likable.

The eldest sister would often pick me up and kiss me, and the youngest sister also said she liked playing with me. If I didn't

go over , the youngest sister would clamor for me to be her brother. Sometimes when I happened to be eating at their house, they would let me eat at the table.

Sometimes, when I was tired from playing at night, I would just sleep at their house.

Sleeping in the countryside is quite interesting. Regardless of age or gender, the whole family of five or six would squeeze together on a

large kang (heated brick bed).

They assigned me a fixed spot, which was the "end of the kang." In the countryside,

the the "head of the kang," and the side further away from the kitchen is called the "end of the kang." The head of the kang is always for the adults, because they

are very tired after a day's work in the production team and always need to sleep on the warm head of the kang to relieve fatigue. Next to the adults

is the youngest child, who is easy to take care of at night, followed by my second sister and eldest sister. Since they had already established

a fixed arrangement, I couldn't sleep in the middle.

My eldest sister said, "You can sleep next to me, I'll take care of you at night."

In rural families, defecating and urinating at night is quite interesting. If it's time to defecate, you would put on your clothes

and go outside to the roof, but very few people defecate at night unless they have an upset stomach. When urinating, both men and

women did it indoors. A chamber pot was placed in the middle of the floor. The person urinating didn't need to wear clothes, just a vest and shorts

. After getting out of bed, they would take off their shorts, expose their buttocks, sit on the chamber pot, and

urinate . After finishing, they would return to the bed to continue sleeping.

Men didn't need to sit down to urinate; they would stand next to the chamber pot,

pull out their penis from under their shorts, hold it with their hand, aim at the urinal, and urinate. The stream of urine would always draw an arc.

The men in that family urinated very forcefully, making a sound as they hit the chamber pot. The stream of urine seemed

very concentrated. Whenever he got out of bed to urinate, the woman would always mutter, "

Be careful, don't spray everywhere. You're such a big guy, you can't be so precise."

The woman's urination sound was scattered, like splashing water. She would squat down and finish with a whoosh. She

had a habit of rubbing her pubic hair back and forth against the rim of the chamber pot after urinating,

because her pubic hair was thick and long, and always left many droplets of urine.

The older woman was very solemn when urinating. She would quickly pull down her shorts, sit

on the chamber pot, stand straight, and stare ahead with her large, dark eyes, as if deep in thought. After urinating, she

would quickly pull her shorts up, obscuring everything except for a glimpse of her round, snow-white

buttocks.

Her buttocks were indeed very beautiful, very full, but their exposure was always fleeting, like a crescent

moon that was immediately covered by a cloud.

My second sister seemed very lazy. She was always languid when she peed, taking her time to pull down her pants.

When sitting on the potty, she would lean her body against her knees, her hands constantly pawing at the ground.

She was also slow to pull up her pants after urinating, leaving her big white bottom sticking out for a long time,

her genitals exposed for quite some time. Her genitals were pink, and she didn't have pubic hair yet.

My little sister always slept naked at night, including when she peed. However, her urination was quite interesting;

she needed an adult to "hold her to pee." What is "holding her to pee"? It means having an adult hold her while she

squats, aligning her urethra with the opening of the potty, and then letting her

urinate. Each time she finished, a lot of residual water would flow down her pink genitals onto her bottom.

In the beginning, I didn't care about anything around me, and they didn't avoid me either. My eldest sister

often urinated in Fangshantou, always telling me, "Stand there and don't move. Show me this, don't let anyone else come near."

Then she would unbuckle her belt, expose her buttocks, squat down, and urinate. I often saw her white buttocks

and the glimpses of dark hair below. Sometimes I wondered why a person's face and buttocks were different colors

. For example, my eldest sister's face was dark red, so why was her buttocks so white?

Years passed, and I gradually developed a peculiar feeling towards everything around me. If I

hadn't cared before, now it had become a longing. I desperately wanted to see the breasts, buttocks,

and genitals of all three sisters. Even just seeing their bellies would be enough. Even if those parts weren't exposed, I knew where they were hidden

, what they looked like, and I always wanted to actively look.

I remember sleeping at their house again one night. When I needed to pee, I deliberately moved the chamber pot to a different

spot and then pretended to be asleep on the kang

(heated brick bed). Coincidentally, all the sisters needed to pee, so they decided to take turns, from oldest to youngest.

By then, my youngest sister was old enough to no longer need to be helped to pee and was no longer naked.

First, my eldest sister got up and, as usual, kicked the chamber pot a few times, but didn't touch it. She said, "What

happened? Where's the chamber pot?"

My younger sister said, "Just turn on the light and you'll see."

Hearing this, I was secretly pleased, feeling my scheme had succeeded.

Sure enough, my eldest sister turned on the light, took off her pants, and sat on the chamber pot. I pretended to be asleep,

but my eyes were constantly peeking. I noticed that my eldest sister's pubic hair was very thick, black, and lush,

extending from her pubic area to her lower abdomen where it gradually thinned out. Beneath the dark pubic hair were two deep red labia.

I don't know why, but my body suddenly felt hot, a feeling stronger than ever before. I really wanted

to touch that hairy area between my legs, and even more so, I wanted to touch that smooth lower abdomen and that beautiful white

buttocks.

After the eldest sister got on the kang (heated brick bed), the second sister got off. Her movements were still as slow as ever. First, she took off her back,

revealing her round, big buttocks. Then, before she could even squat down, she took off her front as well, and only then did she slowly

squat down. I suddenly noticed that she had also grown a few pubic hairs. Because there weren't many, her pubic area was a light

black color.

The little sister had also developed; her breasts had bulged, her buttocks had perked up, her figure was slender,

and her waist was very thin. Her pubic area was still pink, without a single hair, giving it a fresh and tender feel.

After watching the three sisters urinate, I was excited and aroused, as if I wanted to do something, but I

didn't know what kind of feeling it was. It was very strange; perhaps it was the restlessness of youth.

The three sisters quickly fell asleep, but I still couldn't fall asleep, but I couldn't make a sound either, so I just pretended to be asleep.

It was late at night, and all was quiet. Suddenly, I heard a rustling of the bedding, followed by repeated "huffing"

sounds . What was that sound?

By the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, I was astonished to see my older sister's father on

top of her mother, his arms tightly wrapped around her, his hips moving up and down,

panting . Her mother was only moaning softly. Her father's movements grew larger and more intense, eventually

reaching a frenzied level. Her mother kept making "ah...ah..." sounds, sounding suppressed,

as if she wanted to scream but dared not. I think I heard a "splat, splat" sound.

They tossed and turned for a while, then her father exclaimed, "Oh my god!"

and lay still on top of her. After a while, he rolled off and quickly fell asleep.

Her mother got out of bed to urinate and then went back to sleep.

I, however, didn't sleep a wink all night. I was listless all morning the next day, but I fell asleep quickly at noon and

didn't wake up until evening.

But what kept flashing before my eyes were the private parts of those three sisters, and the intense lovemaking of the couple in the dead of night.

I felt an urge, a desire, a longing, but I couldn't quite articulate what I wanted to do. Suddenly, I remembered

something my father often said: "If you study, you'll know everything."

I then realized that my family had many books, more than any other rural family. So I began to read

voraciously , devouring everything. That's how I learned about everything between men and women. I

learned that for both men and women, reaching maturity meant an important new aspect of life

: sex.

But what did real sex feel like? I still didn't know.

I was no longer as innocent and lively as before. I often found myself lost in thought, contemplating matters of love and sex.

The next day, my older sister would call me over to play cards, but I was always distracted, my eyes secretly glancing at her.

I thought she was beautiful—a dark reddish-brown face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes with lashes that fluttered like

tiny brushes. Her pupils were like two shiny black marbles. She had a high nose,

a slightly large mouth, and slightly thick lips—that's what they call sexy, I suppose.

Her teeth were very white and even. Since most rural women here have yellow teeth, seeing everyone in my sister's family

with white teeth made me feel very comfortable. She was even more beautiful when she smiled; I really wanted to lick her

white teeth.

As the eldest daughter in her family, she often helped the adults with chores, so she was very strong and

fit—a truly healthy and beautiful woman. Her breasts were very full, and her buttocks were very firm,

unlike many women's sagging.

My second sister was still as fair and soft as ever. Her breasts were bigger than her older sister's, her hips were bigger, and her belly was

slightly protruding, as if her clothes could barely contain her developing body. This reminded me of Yang Guifei.

My youngest sister was probably the most beautiful girl, tall, with a rosy face, a slender waist, and

long legs, but her face still had a childlike quality.

My eldest sister suddenly said something to me that startled me: "What are you daydreaming about? Are you stupid?" I

snapped out of it and started playing cards with them, but I kept losing because I kept thinking about things between men and women.

What would it be like if I experienced it with all three of them?

Any one of them would make me incredibly happy, but the best would be with my eldest sister.

We played cards for who knows how long. The adults had all gone to sleep, and my youngest sister was also sleepy. My eldest sister said, "You can

sleep here too." I was overjoyed. After my eldest sister made up the bedding for me, I obediently lay down next to her.

I suddenly felt that it was already very crowded for six people to sleep on one large kang (heated brick bed).

My eldest sister was pressed tightly against me, and even turning over was a bit difficult.

I was very happy. Even though there was only a thin layer of clothing between us, I could feel my older sister's firm body and

well-developed muscles. I secretly touched her with my hand. Every part of her body was very hard—her buttocks, her

breasts, her abdomen. But I didn't dare to use any force. I just pretended to change positions while sleeping and casually flicked my hand

over place it on a certain part of her body, letting myself feel the stimulation of a woman. But I didn't dare to move my hand

around casually, for fear that she would become suspicious or that I would wake her up.

Because she had worked a lot during the day, my older sister must have been very tired. She was sleeping soundly, completely ignoring

my hand on her body.

I became bolder and slipped my hand inside her shorts. She was sleeping on her side with her back to me, so I

slowly pulled down her shorts. Soon, half of her buttocks was exposed, and my body began to heat up

.

Her buttocks were smooth and firm. My hand moved forward along her buttocks and touched her

pubic hair. My hand suddenly trembled, and my whole body started shaking uncontrollably. I calmed myself down and

touched her pubic hair again. It was thick and stiff, like an old man's beard.

I gently parted her pubic hair with my fingers and reached inside, finally touching her soft labia.

I trembled even more violently, and my reaction became more intense. A surge of heat rushed through my body, and my head suddenly felt like it

was going to explode.

I mustered my courage and slipped my finger between my older sister's labia. It felt very wet

and hot . I didn't dare to move too much; just enjoying the sensation of my finger inside her vagina was enough for me.

Even though it was just a finger, not my penis, it was still quite an achievement that my finger could reach her

.

What would happen if I put my penis inside? Thinking about this, I suddenly realized that

my penis had grown quite large and was as hard as it could get. I desperately wanted to put it

inside my older sister's vagina as well. I became even more impulsive and bolder. I wanted to pull down her shorts completely, exposing

both of buttocks. But no matter what I did, I could only show the upper half of her buttocks. My body was very

sturdy and heavy, and the elastic band of the shorts that were pressing down on her was stuck at her hip

bones , so I couldn't pull it down any further.

No matter what, my older sister's buttocks couldn't be fully exposed, so I had to

control , and then slowly pull the elastic band down. Although the hip bone area didn't come down, the elastic band was stretched,

and since half of her buttocks was already exposed, her buttocks were basically fully exposed.

With one hand, I tightly pulled down the elastic band of her shorts, while with the other, I grasped my hard penis and

gently inserted it into the crevice of her buttocks. When my thigh and armpit pressed tightly against her firm

buttocks, when the head of my penis slipped through her thick pubic hair and touched her soft labia, I was overjoyed

. With just a little more force, I could penetrate her vagina. That moist, warm little hole—how

wonderful thrilled, and nervous that I dared not breathe. I

parted her labia with my hands, aligning my glans with the center. My glans could already feel

the warmth of her vagina. Just one more push, and I would be in heaven, I would ascend to a divine state.

But then, suddenly, my body felt a surge of heat, as if an electric current had coursed through my entire body. A happiness

I had never , a numbness I had never felt before, an infinitely blissful, infinitely sweet, infinitely pleasurable feeling

washed over me.

I convulsed, a convulsion that felt like I was dying, or like saying goodbye forever. With this

sudden mysterious pleasure, a sticky substance shot out of my penis, quickly

flowing down my older sister's buttocks. I panicked, knowing this was ejaculation, but it had all gotten onto my sister's labia, pubic hair

, and buttocks—sticky and warm. I was terrified, I was happy, I was ecstatic, thinking that even if they found out

and beat me up, it would be worth it!

I paused for a moment. No one on the kang (heated brick bed) woke up. My penis gradually softened, and I felt it first

leave my older sister's labia, then her thick pubic hair, then pass over her hard buttocks, then over

the elastic band of her shorts, and then hang down. I pressed my vest against the center of her buttocks a few times. I

didn't dare wipe, afraid of waking her. My older sister was still asleep; her sleeping posture was beautiful and sweet. I thought it would

be wonderful to marry her. Although she was older than me, she was very beautiful and capable. In the future, I would take her back to the city and let

her enjoy a life of luxury with me.

I felt sleepy and wanted to sleep. Just as I drifted off, my older sister moved. She turned

over , changed her position, and fell asleep again.

I noticed my older sister was lying flat on her back, fast asleep. Listening to her even breathing and

watching her breasts rise and fall, I couldn't sleep anymore. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head: I wanted to touch her breasts.

Usually, I only sensed and guessed at her breasts from her full bosom, but they were never exposed.

Even when she urinated at night, I could see her buttocks and genitals, but never her breasts.

I pretended to turn over and casually placed my hand on my sister's chest, right on her breasts. Although

I could feel those two firm, round mounds of flesh, there was definitely a layer of cloth between them—a very stiff and thick layer.

Back then, girls in the countryside didn't wear bras. Underneath, they wore a very small, tight-fitting

undergarment made of very sturdy fabric, called an "undergarment" in ancient times. This undergarment had no buttons; it was a rigid tube that

was pulled over the head to control breast development and prevent the breasts from being too high when wearing clothes. This was

a custom among women in ancient China, especially among rural girls at the time. They believed that it was unsightly for a girl to have

large breasts.

I placed my hand on the older woman's chest for a while, but the thick, tight-fitting clothing affected my sensation. So I moved my hand

away and slowly reached up from under her clothes, trying to touch her breasts directly.

But I failed; the clothing was really tight. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my hand in. I could only manage

to insert I couldn't go any further.

Before my fingers even touched her breasts, I was afraid that forcing it in would wake her, so I

pulled my two fingers back. I originally intended to just withdraw my hand and be done with it. But as soon as my hand touched her

stomach, the smooth, delicate feel, the warm, firm sensation, aroused me once again. I slid my hand

down her stomach, slipping it inside the elastic band of her shorts, touching her lower abdomen, and soon my hand reached her

pubic hair. I lost control again, trembling slightly. I boldly found

her labia with my hand, parted them with my fingers, and slipped my middle finger inside. It felt so smooth, so soft, so warm. At the same time...

It felt strange. My older sister's entire body was very firm and hard, so why was the flesh inside her vagina so

soft? What puzzled me even more was how deeply she slept, rarely waking up.

I knew she had dropped out of school early to work as a servant at home. Her two parents were constantly busy with production in the production

team her two younger sisters were still in school. So, my older sister got up very early every day to cook,

feed the pigs, chickens, dogs, and sheep. She didn't have time to sleep at noon, and in the evenings, she would play with us for a while. Honestly,

if she didn't play with us, it wouldn't be fun. She was so tired and overworked. That's why

she slept so soundly at night. It seemed that even if I moved a little more forcefully, she wouldn't wake up, and her parents, being even more

tired, wouldn't wake up either.

My desire grew even stronger, and a bolder idea formed in my mind. I pretended to roll over,

pressing one arm and one leg onto her body. She still didn't react, so I pressed my entire body

against hers —basically, I hugged half of her body.

Holding my older sister's firm body in my arms, listening to her even breathing, feeling

the rise and fall of her chest and abdomen, I felt incredibly comfortable.

This was the first time in my life I had ever embraced a woman, and it was the woman I loved most. Even though she was

asleep, her body still gave me comfort, happiness, and pleasure. I silently held

half of her body like that, and after what seemed like an eternity, the blissful pleasure gradually faded, and I felt

unsatisfied .

I slowly moved my entire body up to her, now pressing my whole body

against , feeling like her father pressing against her mother.

My older sister's body was wonderful; a young man was on top of her, and she was still fast asleep. I could

feel her breath hitting my face. Looking at her hazy, beautiful face, at her sensual

lips, I longed to lean down and kiss her, but I didn't dare, afraid of waking her.

I could only focus my feelings on my body. My chest was pressed against her breasts, my stomach against

her stomach, my thighs against her thighs.

What did it feel like for a young man to have a young woman on top of him? It felt amazing, blissful, and thrilling

.

I tentatively lifted my buttocks and aimed my hard penis at her vulva. I longed to

imitate her father and thrust into her like he did into her mother's vagina—that would be the greatest happiness in life. But

that happiness was still far away because her legs were tightly closed, and she was wearing shorts, which I

knew were impossible to pull down.

But having reached this point, I didn't want to go any further. I quietly pulled my shorts

down to my buttocks, exposing my hard penis. Then, with one hand, I pulled

down . Although I couldn't pull down her lower body and expose her buttocks,

I managed to pull the elastic band all the way down, creating a large triangle. Her vulva was finally fully

exposed. I slowly pressed down and gently tried to insert my hard penis into her vagina.

I knew I couldn't go in because her legs were tightly closed, and I couldn't use too much force. I felt like I only reached

the outside of her labia, probably pushing them back in. I felt a few pubic hairs across my

glans, like a net covering my vagina, blocking my glans. I felt a slight

pain . At this point, I had to let go of the elastic band to support my body. The elastic band of my sister's shorts

started to tighten up below her vulva, blocking the base of my penis.

Because my penis was still pressed against my older sister's labia, although I couldn't penetrate her, I couldn't

let go . Even though the elastic band of her shorts was constricting the base of my penis, making it uncomfortable,

it was insignificant compared to the pleasure I felt all over my body. For the first time in his life, a young man was on top of a young woman, holding her

tightly , and even inserting his penis from the elastic band of her shorts into her vaginal opening—

that was enough.

I was satisfied.

If she could spread her legs, open her vaginal opening, if my hips could move up and down, if I could insert my

penis into her body and thrust back and forth a few times, then I would be the happiest person in the world.

Thinking of this, my body shuddered and went numb, a spasm ran through me, and I tightly embraced my older sister's body. I

knew that I had ejaculated another gush of sticky semen.

In that instant, I couldn't describe the feeling. It reminded me of a

folk song sung by a rural artist: "Heavenly card, earthly card, I don't love them, I only hold that human card in my arms, my whole body goes numb, my joints break, and

my juices flow out..."

I slowly moved off my older sister's body, pulling my now limp member

back from between her legs. I felt the elastic band of her shorts bounce back from her genitals to her stomach.

It was probably because I had pulled it too tight, causing it to lose its original elasticity and not shrink back to

her waist...

Back then, the layout of rural houses was all the same: a large kang (heated brick bed) on the south side near the window, where the whole family slept;

and a large red wardrobe against the north wall, with two large mirrors on top, bearing Mao Zedong's quotations.

In the morning, I was awakened by the sound of the wardrobe being opened. I looked up and saw my older sister getting up. She found a pair of shorts in the wardrobe

, quickly took off her own shorts, and then quickly

put on . My head buzzed, and I suddenly remembered that last night I ejaculated on her and

fell asleep afterward. How could I have forgotten to wipe myself clean? I must have soiled her shorts. Would

she scold me? Would she hit me? Would she tell my parents? After changing her shorts, the older woman turned to leave the closet, but then hesitated. She found a tight-fitting top

in the closet and pulled it forcefully over her head. The top was really tight, and it took her a lot of effort to get it off. Her two enormous breasts sprang out from under the top—so big, so white, so beautiful, like two white mountain peaks… 　　I realized then that the most beautiful parts of a woman's body are her breasts and buttocks; that beauty is boundless, overflowing with…

The eternal allure of a woman is what forever draws men's gaze and ignites their desires. Perhaps

it's because of a woman's full breasts and rounded buttocks that a man's life is filled with sunshine.

What's the use of good food, fine clothes, or even being an official? Seeing a woman's body,

her breasts and beautiful buttocks, is enough.

Compared to a woman's breasts and buttocks, the most hidden part of her body is actually quite ugly, like an old man's

withered mouth surrounded by a beard. Yet, why has that become a man's ultimate goal? Why do men insist

on sending their "things" there? I can't explain it, but I know my goal hasn't been achieved yet. I also

want to send my "things" there to experience it.

For several days, I felt like I had committed a terrible crime. I didn't dare look my older sister in the eye, only secretly observing her.

She acted as if nothing had happened, still energetically combing her hair, washing her face, feeding the pigs, and sweeping the yard…

I thought it must be a coincidence.

Maybe that day my older sister just wanted to change her underwear, maybe it wasn't because I had soiled her.

But one day, as we passed each other in the kitchen aisle, she gave me a cold, angry look.

I panicked and couldn't sleep for days.

During this time, the political situation in the country changed; Deng Xiaoping came to power.

News also came to my father from the county town, contacting him about our return to the city. My parents were so happy they couldn't sleep for days. I wasn't happy.

I didn't want to go back to the city, I didn't want to leave my older sister and the others, and more importantly, my goal hadn't been achieved yet.

A few days later, my parents' emotions cooled again. My father said to me, "According to the current policy, your

mother and I will likely be able to go back, but you're already 19, and we can't take you back to the city. But you

ca n't live in this remote place forever. You must study hard, find a chance to go to university, and then

you can be assigned back to the city."

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