Hairless Aunt

My story begins in the early 1990s.
My hometown is a remote, impoverished mountain village.
My father left the village early on, went to Shenzhen, and saw the world. But his lucrative ventures were illegal. My father's greatest strength was his audacity, and his greatest weakness was also his audacity. He had been involved in organized crime and drug trafficking. During holidays, he would send a lot of money home. The villagers all thought he was a big businessman.
Later, he quit his life of crime and decided to return home. He took some capital and planned to open a copper mine. Our whole family thought good times were about to begin, but one day, after drinking, he fell into a ditch on his motorcycle on his way home and died.
My father had weathered countless storms in his life, but ultimately, he capsized in a ditch.
That year, I was 14 years old.
After graduating from elementary school, I idled away my time at home and stopped studying. My family didn't care about my education.
My only family was my mother. After my father died, she met a lover outside and often didn't come home for ten days or half a month at a time. Until one day, she told me that she was going to live with that man and it wouldn't be convenient for her to take me with her.
My mother took most of the money my father left behind, saying it was to save it for me.
I was left alone at home, and my life was quite carefree. I had a color TV, a radio, and everything else. More importantly, my father left behind some very pornographic and violent things.
Pornographic things: erotic calendars, books, picture books, playing cards, featuring both Eastern and Western beauties, some of which were extremely explicit. Before deciding to open the copper mine, my father sold these things in the countryside and made quite a bit of money.
Violent things: My father left behind five guns, all genuine. Two of them were Tiger Head brand double-barreled shotguns, produced by a legitimate shotgun factory, reliable in quality and extremely powerful. We call these kinds of guns "double-barreled cannons" here. The other three were American Smith & Wesson short-barreled revolvers, which my father brought from Hong Kong during his years in the Shenzhen underworld. It's said they were the same ones used by the Hong Kong police. I still had plenty of bullets for my hunting rifle and pistol, enough to keep the guns worn out. Besides guns, I won't go into detail about the various daggers and machetes.
When I had nothing to do, I liked to flip through pornographic calendars and picture books, especially those featuring women completely naked, legs spread, and genitals exposed. The more I looked, the more aroused I became. At the age of 18, I developed an interest in women.
Until one day, by chance, I realized this dream and truly saw a woman's genitals.
That winter, I was tired of staying at home, so I took a hunting rifle and went to the mountains. At that time, the villagers didn't have a strong sense of the law, and no one wanted to offend me. They knew that even if they reported me for having a gun, I wouldn't be severely punished because of my age, and they didn't expect me to cause them trouble after I got out. Besides, although my father was dead, his influence in the villagers' minds remained.
I wandered around with the hunting rifle, intending to hunt some game, but that was just wishful thinking. The mountains were barren, with few trees. In winter, all you could see were withered yellow grass, exposed rocks, and dry yellow earth. Rarely did anyone see roe deer or wild boars here. In the end, I had to use a trap. I caught a rabbit, but it was too fast; I knew I couldn't hit it with my gun, and even if I did, it wouldn't be worth wasting a deer bullet on a rabbit. I carried the rabbit and my hunting rifle home. By then, it was already getting dark.
As I was almost down the mountain, I saw a woman walking towards me—a very beautiful woman. She wore a red cotton-padded jacket and black trousers, carrying a bundle wrapped in red cloth. I recognized her; her surname was Zhang, and her name was Zhang Qinqin. She was the wife of my distant cousin, Zhao Guoqing, and I called her Auntie. My cousin was lucky; he loved gambling, was in debt everywhere, and spent his days idly, yet he managed to marry a beautiful wife. My cousin Zhao Guoqing was over thirty when he married, eleven years older than Zhang Qinqin. But my uncle didn't cherish this wife. At first, things were alright, but later, at the slightest provocation, he would beat and verbally abuse Zhang Qinqin. They were married for four years, and there was almost never peace in that courtyard. Every day, you could hear Zhao Guoqing coming home after gambling and verbally abusing Zhang Qinqin, even smashing pots and pans.
Zhang Qinqin's eyes were swollen from crying, her face streaked with tears, and there were marks from being slapped. Clearly, she had been kicked out for talking back. In recent years, it had become commonplace for Zhang Qinqin to be sent back to her parents' home in the middle of the night.
"Auntie, where are you going?" I greeted her.
"Ah, it's Xiaohai... I, I'm going back to my parents' house..." Zhang Qinqin sobbed. "Oh." Seeing Zhang Qinqin like that, I felt a pang of heartache without realizing it. I couldn't explain why, but I suddenly became interested in her. "It's so late, why are you going back? It's almost dark. Wouldn't it be past midnight to walk back to Sujiagou? It's cold, and the roads are difficult to walk at night. Can you manage?"
"What else can I do? Your uncle lost money again today. He came back and started messing with me. I said a few words to him, and he kicked and punched me out—waaaah—" Zhang Qinqin burst into tears.
"Oh dear, my uncle, he's a beast. The Zhao family has produced such a scoundrel, a disgrace to our ancestors. One day, if he pushes me too far, I'll shoot him and break his legs to vent your anger!" I comforted my aunt. "You child, you know how to coax your aunt. If you shoot him and break his legs, wouldn't I be the one serving him?" Zhang Qinqin was left speechless, both amused and exasperated by my words.
“Auntie, don’t go. Why don’t you come to our house? We’ll stew rabbit meat for dinner tonight,” I said.
“How can I do that? It’s too much trouble.”
“What trouble? My mother isn’t home anyway, it’s just me.” I paused and continued, “Don’t worry, I’m just a kid, and you’re my junior. Who would think anything of me? Besides, if anyone dares to gossip, I’ll give them a good beating.”
Zhang Qinqin was convinced. Of course, she knew that going back to her parents’ house would mean it would be dark by then, and besides the fear, even if she got there, her brother and sister-in-law wouldn’t give her a good look. It wasn’t a good thing in the village for a married woman to be chased back by her husband’s family every few days.
Zhang Qinqin followed me home, still walking hesitantly. She was shy, embarrassed, and afraid of causing me trouble. That’s just who she was—a simple, self-conscious rural woman. The houses in the village are all detached courtyards, and every household makes full use of their space. Only the back of the main house has a wall, while the front and two sides are surrounded by gatehouses and side rooms. As the saying goes, once the gate is locked, outsiders have no idea what's going on inside.
On our way home, no one saw us, and no one knew Zhang Qinqin had come to my house. We entered the courtyard, but Zhang Qinqin was still hesitant to come in.
"Come in, Auntie!" I pulled her sleeve and led her into the courtyard.
"It's too much trouble for you!"
"Not at all, I was just worried about who would cook for me tonight. You can cook, Auntie." As I walked into the courtyard, I was pleasantly surprised. I had set a net in the yard and deliberately scattered some grain. When I went out, about ten sparrows were caught on it. "Enough for a plate of fry!"
I opened the door and let Zhang Qinqin go inside first. I put the hunting rifle and rabbit in the outer room, and then came out to collect the sparrows from the net.
When I returned to the house, an awkward scene unfolded. Zhang Qinqin's face was even redder than before, not from the marks of being hit, nor from the cold weather. It was because I hadn't tidied the room when I left; the calendars and picture books were still on the kang (heated brick bed), and there were naked women all over the kang. No wonder Zhang Qinqin was embarrassed.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Auntie—" I quickly put down the bag of sparrows I was holding and ran to the kang, hurriedly rolling and hiding the things. "Auntie, I really didn't mean to, please don't…"
"Giggle giggle—" Zhang Qinqin covered her mouth and couldn't help but laugh.
I was stunned, a little at a loss.
"I didn't say anything, look how anxious you are!" Zhang Qinqin laughed. "Auntie, I know, it's not good for you to see."
“What’s so shameful about it? I’m a married woman, I’ve seen it all. Besides, these are all women, what could possibly be wrong with them? Your father used to sell these things everywhere when he was alive, and your uncle got quite a few too.” Zhang Qinqin paused and then said, “I’m just curious, how old are you, and you’ve already taken a liking to these things?”
“I’m fourteen…” I got off the kang and said,
“Oh dear, you’re fourteen already. In the past, you would have been married by now. I’ve always thought you were eight or nine years old. You were so small when I married your uncle. Time flies.” Zhang Qinqin’s eyes were gentle as she spoke, and her voice gradually became softer.
“Hehe--Auntie hasn’t changed at all… she’s still the same as before--” I coaxed her. Actually, it wasn’t an exaggeration. Zhang Qinqin was exactly ten years older than me, twenty-four that year, but she looked no different from four years ago.
"Your little mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter—"
"Sweet? You've never kissed me—" I joked, deliberately. "You silly child—Auntie, you're so funny—" It
was getting darker outside. Zhang Qinqin, who had just arrived, wanted to help me cook. She was a very capable cook, clean and efficient. Steaming buns, stewing rabbit, and frying sparrows were all done with ease.
At dinner, I praised her cooking as I ate, just to make her feel less awkward and less polite.
After we finished eating, we watched TV together. At that time, there was an issue that couldn't be ignored, but I kept putting it off: what to do with us. The main house had two rooms, east and west. After my mother passed away, the west room had been empty and untidy. Over time, it had lost its warmth and became noticeably cold. In the dead of winter, it was uninhabitable. But we were sharing a kang (heated brick bed). After all, we were a single man and woman, and of course, I was happy with it. Besides, I already had impure thoughts about her at that time.
Zhang Qinqin sat awkwardly on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), while my thieving eyes kept glancing between her legs. The tight pants, bulging out of her body, the black fabric like a dark, mysterious valley hiding treasures, always tempting one to peek inside. I really wanted to bluntly tell her, "Auntie, I want to see what your cunt looks like."
My heart was pounding, and my body felt like it was about to tremble uncontrollably; the feeling was indescribable.
"Xiao Hai, what's wrong? Are you cold?" Zhang Qinqin noticed something was wrong with me and reached out to touch my head like a caring child. Her hand was fair and smooth, a little cool, and the skin on my head felt wonderful. "If you're cold, put on the blanket and get in bed!"
"Auntie!"
"Hmm?"
"You, you sleep in this room too, don't... don't make things difficult." I said these words almost subconsciously.
"I've already caused you enough trouble, what more could I possibly do?"
I laid out two sets of bedding, spaced apart, but our kang (heated brick bed) wasn't very big. We were both getting ready for bed, so I turned off the lights, leaving only the TV screen on. I ignored Zhang Qinqin and took off my clothes first, leaving only my thermal underwear, before crawling into bed.
The kang was quite warm, and the bed was even warmer. Zhang Qinqin wasn't shy anymore and also took off her outer clothes, sweater, and thermal underwear, getting into her own bed in her red thermal underwear. Zhang Qinqin didn't have big breasts, but her buttocks were very perky. Seeing that silhouette, I associated it with the women in those erotic calendars, fantasizing about Zhang Qinqin with her bare bottom, and my penis involuntarily became hard. The TV was still on, but I didn't care what it was showing.
"Xiao Hai—" Zhang Qinqin broke the silence and spoke to me first,
"What's wrong, Auntie?"
"How long has your mother been gone?"
"More than two months."
"Hasn't she come back?"
"No." "
Do you miss her?" "
Nothing much." "That won't do.
No matter what, she's still your mother."
"What difference does it make whether you have a mother or not? Sooner or later she'll be someone else's mother." I didn't want to bring up my mother anymore, so I changed the subject, "Auntie, you and Uncle have been together all these years, why don't you have any children?"
"It's all your uncle's fault—" Zhang Qinqin's reaction made me regret bringing up this matter. It stirred up her painful past. I didn't understand back then. Actually, she got pregnant in the second year of her marriage. In her sixth month of pregnancy, Zhao Guoqing got drunk and beat her, causing her to miscarry. Not only that, but Zhang Qinqin never got pregnant again. She even consulted a barefoot doctor who said her chances of having children were slim unless she went to a big hospital for treatment. "After that miscarriage, I haven't been able to conceive again." I could feel tears welling up in Zhang Qinqin's eyes as she spoke.
"What was my uncle thinking? He married such a beautiful woman, and he didn't know how to cherish her."
"Cherish what? I'd be content if he didn't gamble or beat me for even one day." Zhang Qinqin said disappointedly, "Auntie, if my uncle doesn't cherish you anymore, how about I do?"
"Hehe—" Zhang Qinqin's mood brightened, and she laughed at my childish words.
"What are you laughing at?"
"How can you treat me?"
"How can my uncle treat you? That's how I can treat you!" As soon as I said it, I regretted it.
"You child, you're getting more and more disrespectful." Although Zhang Qinqin was scolding me, there was no anger in her tone, but rather a kind of joy. It was like the joy of suddenly seeing a candle flame after being in the fearful darkness for so long. Although that candle flame couldn't do much, it could warm my heart.
"Auntie, I'm not joking." Driven by youthful impulsiveness and inheriting my father's boldness, I couldn't resist the urge to tease Zhang Qinqin. So I got up and crawled into Zhang Qinqin's bed. "Auntie, I'm really not joking, be with me!" I crawled next to her, hugged her, and my hands immediately started to wander, touching her smooth belly and slipping inside her long underwear... "Oh no, no, don't do this, Xiaohai, let go of Auntie..." Zhang Qinqin was caught off guard by my sudden attack and was stunned for a few seconds before she reacted. By then, I had almost succeeded. My hand was already inside her underwear, touching her smooth and tender vulva. Unlike what I had imagined, there wasn't a single hair on her vulva.
Zhang Qinqin struggled desperately, pulling my hand out of her pants. "Xiao Hai, don't do this! Let go of Auntie! Auntie's leaving..."
"No, Auntie, you can't leave! Tonight, tonight I want to be with you!" I pressed down on her, holding her tightly, no matter how much she struggled, pinched, scratched, hit, or even bit me. I didn't let go. "Auntie, I beg you, just let me see your pussy, let me taste it..."
"No, no, you little rascal... Waaah... Let me go... Let me go..." Zhang Qinqin cried, the louder she cried, the weaker her resistance became. I felt a little bad about her crying, but I decided to be the bad guy to the end and pull down her pants first.
I pulled Zhang Qinqin's long underwear so loosely that the waistband came undone. I pulled it down to her calves without much effort. She tried desperately to grab it back up, but at that moment, I sneakily grabbed her floral panties. Zhang Qinqin loosened her grip on her long johns and immediately grabbed my underwear. The moment I grabbed her underwear, it felt like a major opportunity; I pulled too hard, and the underwear tore. In those days, clothes sold in the countryside weren't of very good quality, and underwear cost only a few cents a pair, so naturally it wasn't durable.
With that little piece of clothing torn away, Zhang Qinqin panicked. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I quickly pulled down her long johns.
"Waaah—" Zhang Qinqin snapped out of her daze, quickly covering her exposed lower body with the blanket and crying helplessly… I was panting, a little dazed; her pants were down, and I didn't know what to do next. After all, I had done something wrong, and she was young; I couldn't be so self-righteous. However, since I had taken off her pants, I wasn't worried about her leaving, unless she actually dared to go out naked.
Zhang Qinqin kept crying, for a long time.
"Auntie—don't cry—" I picked up the TV remote and deliberately turned the volume up a bit. "If you keep crying like this, and someone hears you here, and tells my uncle..."
My words really resonated with her; she sobbed a few times and then stopped crying. "Xiaohai, why are you bullying me like this? Please, Auntie, give me back my pants, okay?"
"Auntie, I really like you, I just want to be with you." As I said this, I turned on the light and moved closer to her, trying to pull the blanket off her hands. "Auntie, just let me see..."
Zhang Qinqin clung to the blanket like a lifeline. "No, no..." With the light on, her pitiful crying face only fueled my desire to conquer her. Her pants were already off; if I just pulled back the blanket, I could see her most alluring parts.
But her hands were gripping it so tightly.
I pulled out my revolver, pointed the butt at her, and mimicked the scene from the movie "The Fiery Warrior" where Diao Shigui and Xiao Feng play a trick on their wedding night: "Auntie, today I'm going to be a bastard to the end, I'm going to have you. If you really
don't like it, just shoot me!" Zhang Qinqin was just an ordinary woman, a pretty but uneducated rural woman. When faced with something truly dangerous, she was afraid too. After she finished looking at me, I pulled out the gun and handed it to her, but she wouldn't take it or say a word, just shaking her head frantically.
"Since Auntie doesn't dare kill me, then I'll do it myself!" I said, snapping the hammer off the pistol and pointing it at my own head, though I had already locked the safety.
"No, no... don't do this, Xiaohai, don't, don't scare Auntie... Waaah..." Zhang Qinqin cried again, sobbing uncontrollably.
Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in concentration while she was crying, I snatched the blanket off her, and I saw everything. Her body was wheat-colored, possessing a unique beauty. Her legs were tightly closed, yet the cleft of her vulva was visible… I noticed a wet patch beneath her buttocks; apparently, I had scared her
so much by using the gun that she had wet herself. I didn't care about anything else; I pushed her down onto the bed and pried her legs apart. This process was almost effortless; she had already given up resisting.
She stopped crying, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, on the light bulb.
I could see her vulva clearly: thick labia majora, inside which were butterfly-wing-like labia minora, their interior a vibrant red. It was the first time I had ever seen an adult woman's vulva, and a question arose within me: why cover something so beautiful with layers upon layers of covering? I couldn't resist touching it; seeing it was exhilarating, but touching it felt even more pleasurable and novel. Then I tried to insert my finger... "Didn't you want to be with me?" Zhang Qinqin suddenly spoke to me. "Yes!"
"And what about later?"
"I'll be with you later too!"
"Really?"
"Really."
"But I'm your uncle's woman!"
"If you leave him, you won't be his anymore. I want you to be my woman."
"He won't agree. He'll beat me. He'll kill me!"
"He won't dare hit you. He can only agree."
"Why?"
"Just for this!" I picked up the pistol.
"Hehe--" Zhang Qinqin burst into laughter through her tears. She sat up, took off her thermal underwear and vest, and was completely naked. Her breasts weren't big, and her nipples were dark red.
Zhang Qinqin lay down again, spread her legs, and reached out to touch my crotch. My penis was already rock hard.
"How can you be with me while wearing pants?" Zhang Qinqin said.
I quickly took off all my clothes and hugged her tightly. We kissed and touched each other repeatedly. It was the first time in my life I'd been so intimate with a woman, and it was with a woman ten years older than me, my elder. I felt only excitement and satisfaction.
I pressed myself against her, and she guided my penis into her vagina with her hand. At that time, I didn't know how vaginas were penetrated; I was just interested in women's vaginas. But the moment I penetrated her, the pleasure I felt, suddenly I understood everything.
"Mmm--mmm--good--yes...you little bastard, mmm--you learn so fast--mmm--"
My penis wasn't very big then, but it was enough for Zhang Qinqin. I could feel Zhang Qinqin's enjoyment and her greed for this pleasure. The barrier between us was completely broken down at that moment.
I ejaculated inside a woman's vagina for the first time. In the most pleasurable moment, I didn't know what to do, so I left my penis inside. I ejaculated a lot the first time. It filled her vagina, and when I pulled my penis out, a lot more came out.
I collapsed beside her, panting heavily. She looked at me mockingly, "You're still no good, aren't you? You're already exhausted!"
"So fucking is so much fun. I'll have plenty of chances to get back at you later!"
"Hehe, I'll be waiting for you to get back at me!"
"Auntie--"
"You still call me auntie..." Zhang Qinqin interrupted me,
"Then what should I call you?"
"Call me anything, just don't call me auntie anymore, I've already done this to you!"
"You're older than me, can I call you sister?"
"Sure--anyway
, if that doesn't work, then I'll call you auntie." I later realized that she didn't want Zhao Guoqing to be between us.
"Sister, why is your cunt like a foreign woman's, no hair?"
"I was born without hair, that's why your uncle treats me badly!"
"Why?"
"People say that women without hair on their cunts are jinxes, they bring bad luck to men." Back then, superstition was still very strong in the countryside.
"Fuck! What kind of bullshit logic is this? I'm going to be your man, let's see how you get rid of me!"
Zhang Qinqin was about to put on her tank top when I stopped her, patting her breasts. "Sis, don't put it on, let's just sleep naked like this, cuddling."
"Okay, let's sleep!" After we fucked, Zhang Qinqin became incredibly easy to talk to.
I turned off the TV, turned off the lights, and then fell asleep in the same bed with her.
That's how Zhang Qinqin became my first woman.

[The End]

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