Girl buying A disks on the roadside

It was unbearably hot; sweat poured from every possible spot like a fountain, soaking my t-shirt. I didn't have time to wipe it off, nor did I want to. Let the excess water evaporate, let it flow. Anyway, once I got home, a shower and the air conditioning would banish this unbearable heat. Everyone says home is the best place, and it's absolutely true!

Riding my bike along the Second Ring Road offered no shade, so I took a shortcut through the alleys to avoid the heat. Entering Beixiaojie and turning a couple more times, I was almost home. I wondered if my wife had given me an ice-cold beer. Lost in thought, I nearly hit a pedestrian crossing the street. I quickly slammed on the brakes! The bike stopped, but instead of avoiding me, the pedestrian came towards me.

"Want some?" she asked, her voice carrying a Henan accent, her eyes looking elsewhere.

Oh, so she's selling pirated DVDs. I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to continue riding away when I thought that most DVD sellers mainly sell porn, so why not buy a few to feast my eyes on? I nodded to her.

"What kind of DVDs do you have?" I asked slowly, knowing full well the market prices these days. She couldn't fool me; everyone haggles these days.

"Whatever you want, I have. Lots of porn, hehe..." The girl sounded quite experienced, probably having been selling DVDs for a while.

"Do you have DVDs?" VCDs are practically obsolete; who wouldn't want to see the disc clearly?

"Yes, yes, how many do you want?"

"How many do you have?" I asked suspiciously, glancing at her empty hands, wearing a rather worn-out blouse.

"As many as you want," she replied confidently with a smile.

"Let me take a look first, I don't want fakes."

"Okay, wait a minute..." Before she could finish speaking, she quickly ran into a small alley by the roadside.

Oh, she was playing a middleman game, not carrying the discs on her person, but having someone else keep them, and retrieving them when she met a buyer.

Cunning! Damn, so cunning! The out-of-towners who come to Beijing to work and do small business are all incredibly shrewd, no wonder, the industry and commerce bureau and the police station are chasing them all over the streets, hiding here and there, almost climbing on rooftops

. The devil is one foot tall, but the law is ten feet tall, every village has its own tricks, guerrilla warfare is self-taught, and the police, industry and commerce bureau, and tax bureau are all headaches. A little while later she ran back, carrying a plastic bag. Opening it, there were seven or eight simply packaged CDs inside.

"Hey, girl, how about this, come with me to my house to see if they're real, it's not far, just a few minutes away, if they're real I'll take them all, okay?"

"I, I don't dare to go." She answered somewhat hesitantly.

"Then this deal is off. What if it's fake?

Where am I supposed to find you?" "And if it's real, will you take it all?"

"Of course. I'm taking you to my home, not some random place. What are you afraid of?"

"Well, well... okay." It seemed she was eager to close the deal, which is why she agreed, though somewhat reluctantly. I guessed she probably couldn't sell more than a few copies a day, so how could she not be happy to have a buyer like me?

We walked and talked. Being relatively inexperienced, I quickly figured out her background. I at least got the gist of it: she came to Beijing to make money and broaden her horizons. We arrived home quickly.

The girl wasn't particularly attractive; she was rather thin, and her looks were average—like a comedian would say, easily lost in a crowd. But to me, she possessed a captivating charm. She said she'd only been in Beijing for two months, clearly inexperienced and naive about the ways of the world. At eighteen, she was still quite young, and her frail appearance involuntarily reminded me of Lin Daiyu from *Dream of the Red Chamber*, evoking pity. Yet, she retained the simplicity and natural wildness of a country girl. Judging from her tightly bound chest, her breasts weren't large, and I guessed her vagina was probably also tightly bound, or perhaps she was a virgin. Although she wasn't of the highest caliber, it wasn't easy to find someone like her; I'd definitely regret it if I didn't!

My first impression upon entering was that she was looking around nervously, her eyes darting everywhere, and she was clicking her tongue in admiration: "Hey, hey! This is so nice! How come it's so cool here? It's wonderful!" It wasn't unusual for a country girl new to the area.

Perhaps she was asking a question she already knew the answer to, or perhaps she genuinely didn't know there was air conditioning. It was unbearably hot outside, but inside it was only 22 degrees Celsius—a truly cool world. It would be strange if she wasn't comfortable.

"Here, wipe your face first. Look, you've been sweating a lot. Don't be shy, it's just the two of us. Wipe your sweat off too." I wrung out a clean white towel and handed it to her, discreetly retreating into the bedroom. Actually, I also needed to change my soaked clothes, and also to peek at her figure through the mirror connecting the inner and outer rooms.

This girl was certainly bold; as soon as she saw me enter, she immediately lifted her short-sleeved shirt, stuffed the cool towel inside, and quickly wiped herself, constantly watching the doorway.

After changing into shorts, I took out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it to her.

"Hey, big brother, I don't have any change."

"Keep the change, take it all, okay?" I said in a Henan accent, my generosity clearly implying something. After she accepted it, I grinned, put my arm around her shoulder, and she immediately lowered her head shyly. She

didn't flinch or refuse—a good sign! This money really works! This reminded me of the proverb: "He who eats another's food is bound to be obliging; he who takes another's money is bound to be obliging." It's absolutely true!

After kissing her a few times, I stroked her breasts through her short-sleeved shirt. Sure enough, her breasts weren't full, soft, but I could clearly feel the firmness of her round nipples. She was a mature woman; when I hugged her, she leaned against me like she had no bones, letting me squeeze her breasts together without a sound! Clearly, she understood what I was going to do.

I whispered in her ear, "Shall we go to bed and play for a while?" She didn't answer, which I knew meant yes, so I gently lifted her onto the bed, unbuttoned her clothes, and to be honest, I wasn't in a hurry at all. I pressed her down and kissed her passionately, my hands exploring her breasts. Her face turned red in a moment, and after a few symbolic flinchings, she opened her mouth, sticking out her slightly feminine tongue as I sucked on it, her eyes closed as if she were enjoying it. I thought, this is how girls look when they kiss and make love! She was only eighteen, but her panties, which tightly covered her vulva, were already soaked with a long welt. I couldn't tell if it was urine or overflowing vaginal fluid. I gently rubbed her panties against the outside of her labia with my hand, and she squirmed, her body twisting and contorting. Looking at this girl whom I was willing to have sex with, I felt an indescribable joy. Finally, I couldn't resist any longer and impatiently pulled off her underwear. A hot, pungent smell of urine and sweat immediately filled my nostrils.

"What, don't you wash your bottom every day?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized how pointless the question was. The difference between urban and rural areas was obvious; rural girls didn't have the means to bathe. Her face flushed, and she lowered her head in shame.

"Let's take a shower, we'll shower together." Without another word, I picked her up.

I also tightly embraced her smooth, slender shoulders, feeling two soft mounds of flesh rubbing against my chest, with two hard little bumps on them. The feel of those bumps was simply amazing!! My penis reacted quickly and became even more erect!

"Come on, help your brother rub it first." I grabbed her hand and pressed it against the head of my penis. "Ah!" She covered her face with her other hand in embarrassment, and as soon as her hand left, it was as if she had touched a ball of fire instead of a penis.

When I placed her hand on it again, she no longer flinched. Perhaps it was the allure of my enormous penis, but she gently touched it with one hand covering her face. With the touch of her smooth little hand, it felt as if all the blood and heat in my body were concentrated there.

"Hey, you've let your boyfriend play with you, haven't you?" Having learned she already had a boyfriend on the way, I naturally had to ask.

"Mmm..." She nodded obediently, her voice barely audible.

"Can you tell me how it's done?" I continued teasingly, kissing her.

She stopped answering, instead pressing her ashamed face against my chest.

I squeezed one of her small breasts with both hands, almost wanting to tear it off—it was so soft, the feel was incredibly comfortable. Then I took her nipple, already erect on the pink areola, into my mouth. I kneaded it vigorously, sucking and biting it gently, my tongue licking and circling. Perhaps the stimulation was too intense; she couldn't withstand such a tantalizing tease, and soon her eyes were closed, and she was moaning softly. As I licked her other breast, I saw the blush spreading to the edges. I hadn't expected her sexual response to be so obvious; she was going to climax.

Since she was too shy, I'd just have to prove it with actions.

Two fingers, sharp as cones, groped and probed into her soft, wet vagina, digging and drilling, so eager for revenge that I forgot to be gentle. Looking back, I realized the reason I used so much force was probably because her vagina had an unpleasant odor. I hate women who aren't clean. I absolutely refuse to give oral sex to a dirty cunt; I'm fine with fucking her with my penis.

"It hurts...it hurts...no...!"

My huge penis was aimed at her overflowing opening. She immediately realized it, trying to push me away with her hands and desperately squeezing her legs together. Without a second thought, I pried open her thighs and with a sudden, forceful thrust, my thick penis parting her small labia and finally penetrating her completely. She cried out again, but I could tell this time it wasn't from pain, but from the instinctive cry of her uterus being violently struck for the first time. I was finally completely inside her!! She was finally completely mine!!

With my vigorous thrusting and the forceful rubbing of my pubic bone against her clitoris, she completely forgot the pain and began to enjoy it ecstatically. Her voice went from soft moans to suppressed groans, and finally to loud cries. With the slapping sounds of my thrusts and the wet, squelching sounds of her lower body, she cried out passionately, "Ah~ Ah~ Oh~ Hmm~ Ah~". She wrapped her arms tightly around me, her cherry lips kissing mine incessantly, her small tongue protruding from her mouth, playfully licking and teasing my tongue, completely oblivious to the drool dripping from her lips. Her body gradually began to respond to me, actively thrusting into me, actively twisting her hips to allow me to penetrate deeper, actively rubbing her clitoris against my pubic bone for greater pleasure…

Her labia were thick and large, with sparse pubic hair.

Anyone with experience and knowledge of sex can easily reach orgasm, even a virgin, let alone someone who wasn't a virgin. Her vaginal fluids quickly gushed out in large quantities, making a "squelching" sound. The sound of her moaning grew stronger as she reacted, clinging tightly to my back and gripping it tightly. The more intense her reaction, the more excited I became. I moved faster and faster, my movements becoming more forceful, my penis thrusting in and out of her labia with unparalleled ease.

Then we changed positions; I sat on the sofa, and she sat on top of me. This position was even more intense because my penis was deeply inside her vagina, allowing me to change the angle of penetration at will, and even kiss her lips and suckle her nipples. I could clearly see the rotation, the thrusting, and the force of each stroke. With each impact, she would moan. After about five minutes of this, I noticed she was gradually collapsing, weak and panting against my chest, saying feebly, "I can't take it anymore... I can't take it... Please stop... okay?"

On the way back from the station, I realized I had forgotten to ask her name. What a forgetful thing I am…

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