Vaginal tightening surgery

(I) An Encounter
In the mountains, women over forty are completely free. As long as they manage their households well, the villagers will stop criticizing any romantic affairs, so a fortieth birthday
is a big deal.
On my fortieth birthday, I hired a cultured man from the city to live in my house. The village women were so envious their eyes almost popped out. Every morning,
a bunch of women would come to my house, surrounding me, wanting to hear about the previous night's romantic escapades. But we had no romantic affairs whatsoever. The writer only stayed with us during meals;
the rest of the time he was either writing in his room or taking walks by the lake alone. When we met, we would only exchange polite greetings,
without even a hint of flirtatious glances.
After seven or eight days of peaceful days, one noon I went to bring him some fruit. His door was ajar. I pushed it open and saw him
sitting alone in a chair with his back to the door. I quietly approached him and was surprised to see him masturbating with his eyes closed. A huge penis seemed disproportionate to his small body. The dark
shaft darted in and out of the ring formed by his fingers, his two large mounds fully exposed. As his fingers moved back and forth, I stared, mesmerized. His breathing quickened
, and the rhythm of his fingers accelerated. I felt a warm liquid slowly flowing from my vulva; my vaginal fluid increased, reaching
my knees.
Suddenly, a piece of fruit fell from the plate with a loud crash. The writer was startled, turning towards me, his penis pointing directly at me.
Just then, a large clump of white fluid gushed from his penis. His shaft throbbed between his fingers, and spurts of semen erupted,
most of it landing on my inner thighs, a small portion splashing onto my trouser legs and shoes.
We stared at each other, our faces flushed, frozen in awkward silence. Coming to my senses, he quickly grabbed a tissue to help me wipe myself. His hand
had barely touched my inner thigh, brushing against my labia through my pants, when I suddenly climaxed, a large gush of vaginal fluid flowing out, and my legs trembled. The writer
realized his mistake, only wiping briefly before handing me the tissue.
I took it and looked down at my thighs, noticing the white semen clearly visible against my dark pants; my vaginal fluid had soaked a
large . To ease the tension, I said while wiping myself, "Such a wonderful thing, so many women dream of having it, it's such a waste to just let it go." The writer
laughed like a child.
After wiping myself, I noticed the writer's penis was still sticking out, so I used the same tissue to wipe him. Gently holding his semi-erect penis,
I rubbed and massaged it, and the dark thing instantly hardened again. The writer stood up, hugged me tightly, pulled me to the bedside, and gently laid me down on his
kang ( . My clothes were slowly removed piece by piece.
When I was finally naked on the bed, he quickly stripped off his clothes and pounced on top of me.
His hard penis pressed tightly against my vulva, but he didn't penetrate me. Instead, he began kissing my breasts, neck, ears, and lips. His warm lips
roamed over my upper body, and when he gently bit my nipple with his teeth, I instantly orgasmed.
Then, he began kissing my lips, his tongue moving in and out of my mouth, while his fingers caressed my clitoris. Mountain men
usually , at most touching the vaginal opening a few times with their fingers until it became wet, and then they would begin thrusting vigorously with their penises. In forty years, no
man had ever treated me so gently as the writer. I orgasmed three times in half an hour.
Finally, he inserted his large penis into me. I trembled slightly and focused all my energy on enjoying his penetration. Unexpectedly, his large
penis was so ineffective. Just as I caught up with his rhythm, he yelled and ejaculated inside me. Feeling his penis throbbing inside my vagina
, I felt a slight regret.
After ejaculating, his limp penis remained inside me, and he slumped against me to rest. At this moment, I began to contract my vagina, tightly enveloping
his penis. He looked up at me in surprise, and his penis hardened again. I continued to contract, and both of us remained motionless, only my vagina
rubbing against his penis forcefully. He ejaculated again quickly.
Only then did he say his first words to me: "I've only ever read about women who know vaginal tightening techniques in books. I never expected to meet such an extraordinary woman like you in the mountains." I
said: "There are many strange things in the mountains. You should discover them slowly.
" (II) The Writer's Twice-Cooked Pork
Since having sex with the short writer who lived in my house, my life has become more interesting. On weekdays, my husband takes our son to work in the fields
, and my father-in-law goes to play chess and chat with his old friends. After my two daughters go to school, it's just the two of us at home, and we have to be intimate for a while every day.
The writer's nimble tongue and warm lips captivated me; mere kisses were enough to send me trembling and climaxing several times in his arms. We mountain women had never
known that the tongue and lips could bring such pleasure to sex, especially when he gently nibbled my nipples with his teeth, kneading my large breasts with one hand and
lightly rubbing my clitoris with the other. My love juices would flow in streams, sometimes soaking my socks down my legs.
The writer said he had never known a woman's vagina could produce so much fluid. When I told him that no man had ever caressed my breasts and lips like he had,
the writer exclaimed that mountain people didn't know how to appreciate such a treasure, and then became even more tender towards me.
The only regret was that I hadn't yet experienced a true orgasm from the writer's penis. When his enormous shaft entered my vagina, my entire vagina
felt warm and full, and just as the pleasure deep within me was awakened with each thrust, he ejaculated. Each time, I would use the vaginal tightening technique to
awaken him again. We would lie there quietly, motionless, his soft penis being massaged by my vagina, gradually hardening, and then he would ejaculate
inside me.
He gave this a name, "Resurrection," which showed that it was his favorite. Although I longed for his large penis to give me strong and prolonged
thrusting, I was content as long as my "Resurrection" technique brought pleasure to the man I desired.
Between the writer's room and my bedroom was my father-in-law's bedroom. Despite the distance, he could still hear my
moans . He told me that since he moved into my house, he would time my moans every time he heard them. He said I would moan for half an hour each time, sometimes
even forty minutes, while his large penis had never made me moan once. He hated that his penis was useless. I quickly told him that I was always
satisfied , but I didn't know why I didn't moan when I was with him.
I told him that all men's treasures look similar, but each has its own unique charm. My husband, Haihai, has a body as solid as a rock, but his penis...
It's much smaller than yours. Every time he gets hard, his penis gets so hot it's burning to the touch, and it's as hard as an iron rod. My body has long been used to waiting for his
penetration every moment. Every time he presses his hot, hard penis against my buttocks and gropes my vulva a few times, my vagina immediately gushes with fluid. Then
he flips over and plunges his entire penis into my vagina, thrusting hard.
When I catch up with his rhythm, huge orgasms surge up one after another, and with each thrust, I can't help but cry out.
We're like that, our bodies tense, not saying a word, completely focused on each other's treasures. He thrusts like that non-stop for tens of minutes, and
I lose count of how many orgasms I have each time.
Except for the first few years of our marriage, I rarely used my "resurrection technique" on him, because he was always exhausted afterward and would immediately fall asleep.
Although Haihai's penis gives me immense satisfaction, he wants me less and less often. I want it every day, but he only has me once every four or five days.
"But writer, your penis is a treasure. It's like a little balloon, hard at the slightest touch. I see it get hard in front of me every day, sometimes three or four times a day
. I love it so much!"
I said, "Haihai's thing is like strong liquor, it's exciting to drink, but you can't drink it every day; the writer's treasure is like water, it's bland, but you can drink it every day. I wish I
had two husbands at the same time." After hearing this, the writer laughed and called me a harlot.
One noon, I was kneading dough in the kitchen to prepare lunch when Haihai suddenly returned home from the fields to get his tools. After entering the house, he didn't go to find his tools, but went straight to the kitchen to find
me. My hands were stuck in the dough basin, covered in dough.
Turning around, I saw Haihai's face was flushed, and his erect penis was making a big tent in his crotch. I knew he must have encountered some wild
woman on his way home.
Before I could say anything, Haihai walked behind my upturned buttocks and suddenly pulled my pants down to my ankles, exposing my white buttocks completely.
Then he took off his shorts, his erect penis pressing against the entrance of my vagina, his hands groping around my inner thighs. I had just said no when
a large amount of vaginal fluid flowed from my vulva, wetting his glans.
He parted my labia with his hands, and his hard penis thrust into my vagina from behind. I said we had guests, but he continued thrusting, saying, "
What are you afraid of? The writer isn't a child; he's seen this kind of thing before." I was bent over, my hands immersed in the dough, my body swaying back and forth with Haihai's thrusts,
as if I were still kneading dough—it looked quite comical.
Just then, the writer suddenly pushed open the door to the kitchen to get something. Seeing this scene, he froze. My face flushed red; my hands and buttocks
were occupied, and I couldn't move. Haihai greeted the writer, but his penis continued thrusting, even more violently, his two balls slapping against my
buttocks with a "slap, slap" sound.
The writer paused for a moment, then quietly went to the far end of the kitchen, picked up a thermos, and slowly backed away, his eyes never leaving
my buttocks, fixed on Haihai's hard penis moving in and out.
Just then, I suddenly climaxed and cried out loudly. The writer was startled and froze. Haihai then penetrated even deeper, and with each thrust
, I cried out. I tried to hold back my cries, but my vocal cords wouldn't obey me. The writer backed
away from , and a moment later, Haihai yelled and ejaculated a large amount of hot fluid deep inside me.
Haihai smiled triumphantly at me, pulled out his limp penis, patted my buttocks, and pulled up my pants. Perhaps embarrassed
to see , Haihai picked up his tools and left.
I was about to continue kneading the dough when the writer suddenly came back in. Remembering the scene from earlier, my face turned bright red. I had barely uttered a single word, "I'm sorry you
had to see this," when the writer pounced on me. He acted like a madman, stripping me naked in a few quick movements. He stripped himself naked too, ignoring the flour splattered all over my hands, and
picked me up, placing me on the table.
After I sat down, he spread my legs wide. My inner thighs were covered in my husband's semen and my own vaginal fluid, my pubic hair
matted together with a sticky substance—a complete mess. I had barely said I needed to wash when the writer put his head down to my labia, his mouth pressed against my vaginal opening,
and began licking it repeatedly. I was completely stunned.
He kept licking my pubic hair and labia, licking away every last drop of my vaginal fluid. When I came to my senses, he was already licking my clitoris
, his soft tongue gliding over my sensitive area. A surge of heat rushed from deep within my vagina to the top of my head, and I cried out in excitement. My cries only
fueled his arousal. He curled his tongue into a fleshy strip, inserting it into my vaginal opening, then withdrawing it, rubbing my clitoris with the tip of his tongue.
My cries grew louder and louder, my juices dripping into his mouth.
I don't know how much time passed, but he finally took his penis and thrust it all the way into my vagina. His penis was much larger than before, and incredibly
hard, the enormous shaft filling my vagina. With each powerful thrust, his glans touched my clitoris, an unprecedented pleasure
engulfing my entire body. I forgot who I was, or where I was; all I felt was a bright light before my eyes. I moaned softly as my man
thrust vigorously, and I just wished it would never stop.
As his penis throbbed violently deep inside me, he ejaculated, and tears streamed down my face from the excitement. He held me in the same position, and
we remained motionless for a long time before separating. Watching his soft penis gently slide out of my vagina, I said, "Thank you." This was
the happiest moment of my life.
I asked him, "Why are you so vigorous today?" He told me it was the first time he'd seen a woman he knew making love with someone else in front of him, and he was
incredibly excited. He added that twice-cooked pork always kept him excited for longer.
I asked him what twice-cooked pork was. He told me it was the smell of a woman's semen and vaginal fluid mixed together after she'd just finished making love with another man—it
smelled as good as twice-cooked pork. I was stunned.
Later, he told me that when he was in the city, he was deeply in love with the young woman who lived across the hall. This woman would often sneak back to his house after making love with her husband to be
intimate with him again. Over time, he developed a liking for twice-cooked pork.
From then on, whenever Haihai and I made love, I would climb into the writer's bed afterward to enjoy the blissful moments brought by twice-cooked pork.
A month after the writer arrived, I hadn't slept in my father-in-law's bed even once. That day, I told my father-in-law not to lock the door so I could go find him. Haihai had just
made love with me that day, and afterward, he fell fast asleep. I put on a short jacket, without even putting on pants, and secretly slipped off the kang (heated brick bed).
I arrived at my father-in-law's room and found him already prepared. He lay naked on the bed, his penis half-erect. I quickly climbed on top of him
, using my hands to help his penis slide into my vagina, then I arched my back and began to move it up and down.
As we played slowly, my father-in-law said that I had forgotten him now that I had a new lover. I guessed he had discovered my affair with the writer, so I remained silent,
just moving my hips. My father-in-law said, "As long as you're happy and Haihai doesn't see, it'll be fine. Just don't do it too often, or you'll tire yourself out." I said, "Men only give me
more energy; I never feel tired." My father-in-law said, "I've turned you into a little slut." I laughed.
Since my father-in-law got old, I haven't had any
sexual pleasure. He can no longer ejaculate, and sometimes it takes a lot of effort to insert his semi-erect penis into me. I have to constantly use techniques
to keep him erect, but being with him makes me incredibly relaxed, and listening to his lewd jokes gives me great satisfaction.
We played for over an hour, and my father-in-law got tired, and it was getting late. I pulled his penis out of my vagina, climbed off the bed, covered him with a blanket, and he
immediately fell asleep like a child.
Too lazy to get dressed, I picked up my clothes, quietly closed the door, and went out. As soon as I turned around, someone hugged me, and I was so startled I almost screamed.
Upon recognizing the writer, my shock turned to embarrassment. I walked naked from my father-in-law's bedroom; all explanations were useless.
The writer, without a word, pulled me into his room. Once on the bed, he laid me down, parted my legs, and immediately began kissing my
genitals. My body tensed; the relaxation I'd experienced with my father-in-law instantly transformed into excitement. I teased him, saying, "This is double-cooked pork!" His words
turned his excitement into frenzy, and I experienced orgasm again and again.
It wasn't until dawn that the writer stopped. He then told me that he'd seen me naked from the waist down entering his father-in-law's room when he came out of the bathroom, and
he'd been waiting for me at the door. The thought of someone listening at the door for over an hour while I was intimate with my father-in-law made my face burn with shame.
The writer pressed me, wanting me to recount my affair with my father-in-law. I said, "It's almost dawn. I've made love with three men all night, and I'm a little tired
." I will tell you about my relationship with my father-in-law tomorrow.
(III) My First Marriage
I married Haihai in the summer of my 18th year. Haihai's home was very close to mine. We were betrothed by our parents and grew up together as childhood sweethearts.
Haihai's father had passed away many years ago, and only he and his father lived in the house. Life was difficult back then. We were supposed to wait a few years until the new house was built before we
got married . When Haihai was 18, he was drafted into the army. My father-in-law was afraid of accidents and also wanted to have a grandson as soon as possible, so we hurriedly held
the wedding a little over a month before Haihai left for the army.
Weddings in the mountains are simple. The villagers all gather at the groom's house for a lively wedding feast, and everyone disperses as soon as it gets dark. We don't make the newlyweds drink or make a ruckus
in the bridal chamber . Knowing that the two newlyweds had waited more than ten years for this day, we let the young couple enjoy themselves as soon as possible.
But the real big day was the day after the wedding. Early in the morning, the villagers gathered again. Children scrambled for wedding candy, elders retrieved borrowed household
items , and the bride and groom waited to interrogate each other about the details of their wedding night. Everyone was waiting to see one object: the virginity testicle.
This was a large piece of new white cotton cloth, placed under the bride's buttocks on their wedding night. If the bride's blood, from when she was deflowered, stained the white cloth,
it meant she was a virgin. If the bride had already lost her virginity, she would try to cover it up with cotton balls soaked in chicken blood, or smear it on the cloth by pricking her finger.
Young people wouldn't fake it, but the experienced villagers could see through the deception in the bride and groom's eyes and the shape of the blood. The mountain people
were tolerant of extramarital affairs, but they held a strong obsession with the virginity testicle. A bride who wasn't virgin would never be able to hold her head high. Even if she successfully deceived others, a bride who
lied would never feel at ease. For women in the mountains, virginity is a matter of life and death.
I was still a virgin when I got married. Although Haihai meticulously studied and played with my genitals every day, he never broke my hymen. He often
teased me by stroking a thin pencil along the opening of my vagina, but he swore to heaven that he hadn't broken my hymen. He knew every detail of my private parts, so I had no choice but to believe
him. As the big day of my deflowering approached, I was still very nervous. As soon as it
got dark, the wedding guests left. We said goodnight to my father-in-law and hurriedly went into our new room. It was called a new room, but it was really just a large room where Haihai
and his father lived, separated by a thin straw mat. My father-in-law lived in the outer room, and our new room was in the inner room. To get in and out, we had to pass in front of my father-in-law's kang (a heated brick bed).
Light could see through the thin straw wall, and every sound could be heard clearly.
We went into the inner room, not saying a word, just staring blankly at each other. Suddenly, Haihai picked me up, stripped me naked in a few moments, and then we climbed
naked onto the kang. We had been naked together countless times, but today Haihai seemed like a different person. He offered no caresses, simply picked up a white cloth, spread it out,
lifted onto it, and immediately spread my legs wide before kneeling between my thighs. Then he pressed his hot, hard penis against my
vaginal opening. Before I could react, he penetrated me, a piercing pain shooting up from my genitals. He then withdrew his penis and
thrust it in again, each time causing excruciating pain.
I never imagined that the pleasure I had longed for for over a decade would be so painful, nor that my Haihai would be so rough with me. I pounded him with my fists, but he
ignored me, continuing to thrust inside me.
After a while, I felt his penis throbbing violently inside me, a gush of hot fluid spraying deep inside. He remained still, enjoying his
ejaculation . The throbbing stopped, and he began to thrust again, but this time much more gently. His semen lubricated my vagina, and his gentleness eased my
pain; I felt a tingling warmth.
At this moment, his penis became limp and slipped out of me, unable to be inserted again. Haihai picked me up, pulled out the white cloth that had been placed under my buttocks,
and used it to wipe his soft flesh, then wiped my vaginal opening, before showing it to me. A large patch of blood-red was visible in the center of the white cloth, surrounded by
red dots of varying sizes. Haihai's penis had left a long white stripe on one corner of the cloth.
The virgin red cloth, like the one on the other side, made me cry.
I kept crying, and Haihai lay on top of me, wiping my tears and gently patting me. After a while, as I gradually stopped
crying , I felt Haihai's penis harden again at the entrance of my vagina. We laid the white cloth back down, and he entered me again. This time, his hard penis went in smoothly.
No, I didn't feel any pain, just a slight tingling. He gently inserted himself, and the tingling gradually spread throughout my body, even the soles of my feet went numb. After a long while,
he finally ejaculated into my core with a throbbing motion. I grinned at him, feeling a complete sense of satisfaction.
Just as the tingling subsided, Haihai's penis became hard again inside me. He only thrust a few times before my whole body started to go numb again. Haihai tried to thrust into me harder, and
my whole body shuddered. Seeing my reaction, he began to thrust into me forcefully. Waves of tingling came, and my juices began to flow continuously. The slippery feeling
made Haihai thrust into me even harder, his erect penis slapping against my vulva with a "slap, slap" sound. We didn't care about the father-in-law next door anymore; we just kept thrusting
into .
Suddenly, my whole body felt like it had been electrocuted, a spasm ran through me, and I screamed. My scream startled Haihai, and he stopped. I tried to cover my mouth,
but it was too late. Hearing no movement from my father-in-law next door, Haihai resumed his thrusting. Soon, I convulsed and cried out again, but Haihai ignored me, thrusting harder
and faster. My vaginal fluid increased, soaking my entire buttocks. My cries grew more frequent; I tried to stop, but I couldn't control my mouth.
Finally, Haihai cried out and began to ejaculate continuously. Afterward, he collapsed on top of me, resting for a while. After a while, Haihai stirred
, propping himself up, wanting to go again. My father-in-law started coughing loudly next door, indicating it was too late, so we had to stop, filled with immense satisfaction and
a little regret, and quickly fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, it was already bright. I woke Haihai, and he immediately became hard again, immediately penetrating me. My father-in-law then coughed loudly again, saying through the door: "
The villagers are coming soon; they want Haihai to produce his virginity testicles." I realized my father-in-law was worried that our vaginal fluids would wet the white cloth, and the undried stains would make the villagers laugh. It seemed he
could hear every detail of our encounter, a thought that made my face burn with embarrassment.
Haihai slipped our virgin rouge through the crack in the door, then turned and inserted it into me again. Soon, people started arriving in the yard. Haihai, eager to ejaculate, frantically thrust
up and at me. Finally, he finished, and without even washing himself, we put on our clothes and went outside. With my legs covered in vaginal fluids, I stood in the yard watching people
comment on my virgin rouge, my face flushed to the roots of my neck.
My virgin rouge was hung on a rope, the copious amounts of vaginal fluid mixed with blood creating colorful patterns on it. People carefully examined every
texture , imagining the passionate details of the previous night. As soon as Haihai and I stepped outside, people separated us and surrounded us. The girls surrounded me, interrogating me about the details: How many times?
How did it feel? Many questions. I only told them three times; I was too embarrassed to say what had happened a few minutes earlier. Regarding the feeling, I only said the first time was painful, the second itchy, and
the third was heavenly.
The old folks surrounded my father-in-law, saying they hadn't seen such perfect virgin blood in years, and a smile graced his face. The young men listened to Haihai's animated boasting
, and Haihai's pride was also written on his face. In just one night, I went from a girl to a young woman. Looking at the smiles on my father-in-law and Haihai's faces, I knew that my virgin blood
had laid a good foundation for me in this family, and good days were beginning.
Virgin blood, I used to hate you and fear you; now, I love you, beautiful virgin blood.
(IV) My Father-in-Law's Gift
Ever since my writer lover discovered my affair with my father-in-law, he has been pestering me to tell this romantic story every day. My father-in-law is a simple mountain man,
and I didn't want the writer to imagine him as a lewd old man, so I had to tell this story in detail.
When I first got married, my husband Haihai was about to join the army, so I didn't let him manage the fields anymore and just stay home with me. Our new house and my father-in-law's
house were separated only by a thin straw mat, allowing light and sound to pass through. Thinking back to our wedding night, my moans mingled with my father-in-law's coughing, and I
blushed every time I met his eyes.
Later, Haihai and I tried to make love during the day, after my father-in-law had gone to the fields. By evening, we were both exhausted and wouldn't disturb him.
Haihai was young and newlywed, so he recovered quickly. Sometimes he would wake me in the middle of the night and penetrate me again, making me scream with excitement. The most troublesome time was in the morning.
Every morning when Haihai woke up, his penis would be hard, and his abundant morning energy made him incredibly wild, driving me to orgasm after orgasm, my moans
constant. My father-in-law outside could definitely hear everything.
To suppress my cries, I pressed a pillow against my face, which lessened them considerably, but I still felt breathless each time. There was no other way;
to fully enjoy my husband's passionate penetration, I had to endure the hardship. For two mornings in a row, I used a pillow.
On the morning of the third day, I was biting my pillow as Haihai thrust into me, making me moan for a long time . After we finished, I went out of the small room and saw my father-in-law preparing breakfast. I hurried over to help set
the table. Haihai went outside to use the toilet, leaving only my father-in-law and me in the room. He stared at my slightly flushed face and said, "When you're doing strenuous work, you need to have enough breath, otherwise it will hurt your body."
My father-in-law said, "We're family, there's no need to hide anything, just be natural." I knew he meant that holding your breath on the pillow would be harmful, and that I shouldn't worry about the moans. I blushed and didn't say anything, just
nodded slightly.
From then on, regardless of whether my father-in-law was next door, I boldly and fully enjoyed Haihai's passionate wildness. Seeing that I wasn't shy anymore, Haihai thrust into me even more vigorously each time.
These two months felt like heaven.
Soon, Haihai went to join the army, and I suddenly fell from heaven into an ice cellar. Without Haihai's nourishment, my body felt off, and my mood was extremely low.
Every night I cried, lamenting my miserable fate. After more than ten days, my mood worsened.
One day, my father-in-law suddenly said to me at dinner: "Many single women use their fingers instead of men to touch themselves and make themselves feel good."
Upon hearing this blurted out: "Women don't have penises, how can they do that with their hands?" Then, remembering that he was my father-in-law, I quickly shut up.
When I was very young, Haihai often played with my vagina, but he only looked at it curiously, sometimes inserting a small object to tease me. He never
touched it , and I never experienced that electric-like pleasure. I've never played with my own vagina, but I often saw Haihai playing with his penis until he ejaculated,
which I often envied boys for.
Seeing that I really didn't understand, my father-in-law continued slowly: "Women also have penises, they're just very small, hidden inside, you can find them if you look carefully." He added: "Let nature take its course,
don't make yourself suffer too much, crying too much will hurt your health." I silently nodded, and we both fell silent.
That night, as soon as I lay down on the kang (heated brick bed), I couldn't wait to take off all my clothes, then put my hand to my vaginal opening, carefully searching for my penis. I slowly and carefully touched her,
finding nothing outside her vagina. I parted her labia with two fingers and touched her more closely. On the upper part of my vulva, I touched a small fleshy bump, about the size of a soybean.
After touching it a few times, it grew slightly larger, and my body felt a tingling, very comfortable sensation. I continued touching it, and vaginal fluid began to come out. I
rubbed faster and faster, occasionally slipping my hand inside to collect some of the fluid.
Suddenly, a wave of electric-like pleasure washed over me. Although there was no penis inside my vagina, I felt the same pleasure as when Haihai penetrated me.
I let out a soft moan and continued rubbing rapidly. The continuous moans sounded like painful groans, but I was in heaven with pleasure.
I made myself happy four times before finally falling asleep. When I woke up the next morning, I immediately started rubbing my vagina again. Although I could clearly hear my father-in-law
walking around outside making breakfast, I still groaned for a while before stopping. When I came outside, my father-in-law winked at me and smiled, saying, "You look much better today
." I smiled, blushing. From then on, I enjoyed stroking my clitoris with my fingers every night.
One night, while I was playing with my vagina, I accidentally bumped my buttocks against the wall. The straw mat wall between my father-in-law and me was very thin and soft. Suddenly, I felt a force
pressing down on my buttocks from the other side of the wall. I stopped rubbing my fingers and concentrated on pressing my plump buttocks over. The other side immediately pushed against me; I could feel
my father-in-law's hard buttocks. Through the thin grass, we pressed tightly together for a while. My fingers continued to slide in and out of my vagina,
the warmth of my father-in-law's buttocks bringing me great pleasure.
Suddenly, a rhythmic tremor came from his buttocks. I realized he was using his hand to stimulate his penis. I then remembered that my father-in-law was only forty
years old and must often use his fingers to release himself. Gradually, the rhythm of our tremors synchronized, and pleasure overwhelmed me. When I cried out a second time,
he cried out as well and stopped. I was still not satisfied and continued to thrust myself. My father-in-law replaced the thing pressing against my buttocks with his two large hands. His hands
rubbed hard against my buttocks in rhythm with my tremors, sending me back to the height of moaning.
On the day my period started, I told my father-in-law, afraid that he would be waiting on the other side of the wall to share the pleasure with me as usual. But he only said disappointedly
, "Haihai has been busy for two months in vain." I then realized that he was disappointed because Haihai had been working on me day and night, but had not gotten me pregnant.
A few days later was my first birthday after marrying into the family. At dinner, my father-in-law handed me a small wooden box, saying it was a gift for me. I was eager to open it,
but he insisted I look at it before bed, saying, "People are like soil; as long as it's kept moist, seeds will sprout." Back in the inner room, I
impatiently opened my father-in-law's gift. Good heavens! It was a man's penis carved from jujube wood. It was slightly thinner than Haihai's erect penis, but
much longer. The textures on the penis and the two large clitoris were clearly carved, and the deep purple color made it look exactly like the real thing. There was a long
handle at the back of the clitoris, also carved with beautiful patterns.
After examining it for a while, I couldn't wait to climb behind the bed and thrust it all the way into my vagina. The feeling of fullness reminded me of Haihai's penetration.
I gripped it tightly and thrust wildly, quickly ejaculating.
Only then did I remember that I hadn't shared my pleasure with my father-in-law. Just as I was about to press my buttocks against the wall, I changed my mind.
I inserted the wooden phallus into my vagina, then dug a hole in the straw mat and inserted the handle of the phallus into my father-in-law's room through the hole. I heard
my father-in-law panic, then fall silent for a long time. I stubbornly persisted, sometimes shaking the handle of the phallus a few times, as if pleading.
Finally, the force of my father-in-law's hand came through the wooden handle, and I trembled with excitement. My father-in-law slowly, but firmly, and rhythmically inserted the wooden phallus into me,
and I experienced the pleasure of heaven again. From then on, my father-in-law often made me happy in this way.
I enlarged the hole in the wall, hoping that my father-in-law would put his real treasure over, but he just wouldn't. I widened the hole even more and put my hand over to him, but he would stay
far away . Although the wooden phallus connected us, my father-in-law had never touched any part of my body, and I longed for his touch.
Father-in-law, I know you are a good man, but good men deserve happiness!
(V) My Father-in-Law's Son
After my husband, Haihai, left to join the army, it was just my father-in-law and me at home. Although he would insert a wooden penis into my vagina through the thatched wall every day—he did this only
to keep me moist so that Haihai could immediately impregnate me when he returned—no matter how much I tried to seduce him, he refused to touch my body directly.
One evening after dinner, I felt very weak and went straight to bed. The next morning, my father-in-law saw that I was still in bed late and called to me through the door.
I mumbled a reply, and he sensed something was wrong. He pushed open the door and entered my room—the first time he had come in since we got married. Seeing my flushed face and
touching my burning forehead, he was terrified. He quickly brewed some herbal medicine and fed it to me.
After taking the medicine, my fever subsided a little, but I sweated profusely. My father-in-law peeled off my clothes one by one, like peeling a rice dumpling, until my full body was completely naked in
front of him. He gently wiped my body with a towel. When he wiped my breasts, his hand trembled slightly. When he wiped my genitals, the trembling was more pronounced,
but he still wiped very carefully. He kept feeding me, giving me water, and giving me medicine, and kept wiping my body.
Feeling a little better, I wanted to go to the toilet to urinate. The toilet in our mountain village was in the corner of the yard, far from the house. My father-in-law was afraid I would catch a cold, so he wouldn't let me go out.
He lifted my buttocks, spread my thighs, and placed a basin under my buttocks. A stream of yellow urine gushed out from my vulva, "
clinking " into the basin. He stared intently at my vulva, not blinking. After I finished urinating, he used toilet paper to dry me. He wiped very carefully, even using
his fingers to separate my labia and carefully wipe the tender flesh inside.
For the next two days, he continued to serve me like this. On the third day, my fever subsided, and I had mostly regained my strength, but to enjoy my father-in-law
's service, I refused to get out of bed. After I finished urinating, my father-in-law helped me wipe myself. Seeing a slight flush appear on my pale face, he wiped even more carefully, the toilet paper gently rubbing
against my clitoris. I felt a warm, pleasurable sensation all over my body.
I secretly glanced at his groin and saw his penis bulging in his pants. I took out a wooden dildo, blushing, and handed it to him, saying, "My
inside is itchy, please help me." My father-in-law stopped, but didn't take the dildo. He just said, "You're feeling better now, you should get up and move around." Then he left.
Life went on as usual, day after day. In late autumn, my father-in-law fell and injured both hands while chopping firewood on the mountain. The doctor bandaged both his hands, and his right hand
was still in a sling around his neck. In the evening, my father-in-law paced around the house repeatedly, urinating and defecating. I looked at him curiously, and he suddenly said to me that he needed to use the toilet. I then
remembered that untie his belt because his hands were bandaged.
I went to the toilet with him and helped him remove his penis. This was the first time I'd seen my father-in-law's treasure. It was purplish-black, slightly thin, but extremely long. Holding it
, I aimed it at him, and his urine gushed freely from the shaft in my hand. Finally, he finished urinating, but I still wouldn't let go of his penis
, giving it a slight squeeze. His penis suddenly swelled and became hard. Just as I was about to play with it more carefully, my father-in-law wriggled, asking me to pull up his pants. I could only reluctantly...
Reluctantly, I stuffed the precious thing back into my hand. From then on, I held that hard object several times a day, yet I couldn't enjoy it, leaving me burning with desire.
When it got cold, I used the excuse of saving firewood for heating to ask my father-in-law to sleep and bathe with me. He blushed and agreed. The small house was warm and cozy
. I undressed in front of my father-in-law. As soon as I pulled down his pants, his engorged penis sprang out. My breasts pressed against his back,
and I reached forward to grasp his hard, hot penis, slowly stroking it. My father-in-law whispered for me to go faster. With my vigorous rubbing, a stream of white fluid
spurted from his throbbing penis, spraying far away.
After bathing, we lay naked on the kang (heated brick bed), embracing each other. My vagina yearned for my father-in-law's penetration. Afraid I would get pregnant, he
stubbornly refused to penetrate my vagina. Unable he inserted his penis into my anus. The feeling of fullness in my anus made me want to laugh, but when he simultaneously inserted his wooden penis into my vagina, I
cried out in pleasure. From then on, my father-in-law used both his real and fake penises to penetrate me every day, and we lived a comfortable and pleasant life.
One day, Haihai wrote to say he was coming back to visit his family. After reading the letter, my father-in-law went crazy and quickly stripped off my clothes, carried me to the bed, and forcefully
inserted his real penis into my vagina. Our bodies were so familiar, but this was our first real sexual encounter. I cried out and orgasmed four times before my father-in-law
ejaculated deep inside me. We made love several times a day, his semen watering me; this was our honeymoon.
My period was late, and I knew I was pregnant. When I told my father-in-law the news in a panic, he kept thrusting into me while saying
, "It's okay, Haihai will be back soon. Be good to him, don't tell him." When Haihai returned home for his visit, he stayed by my side for a month, busy with me. After
Haihai returned to his army, my father-in-law returned to my bed. Facing my growing belly, my father-in-law was very gentle with me and taught me many sexual positions.
A few months later, I gave birth to a son. Looking at my chubby son with my father-in-law...

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