My Country Woman

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I spent my final year of graduate school in the countryside, doing an internship while preparing my thesis.

The research base was located in a remote mountain village, and because the base's dormitories were insufficient, a few of us stayed with a farmer's family. The owner of this family was a carpenter who was often away working. Our arrival made the lady of the house very happy; firstly, it provided some income, and secondly, for her, living near the edge of the village where the security wasn't great, it was like having someone stand guard.

Country people are simple and honest. Although we cooked for ourselves, she helped with the cooking most of the time. This led to a deep bond between us. As the leader of the group, to repay the lady of the house's hospitality, I naturally helped with many chores. Sometimes I picked up her son who had just started school, and sometimes I tutored him.

Naturally, she was closer to me than to the others.

Country women, especially married women, often have the habit of urinating anywhere, even in their own yard, as long as no one is around. Once, I was reading a book when those mischievous classmates chuckled and beckoned to me. I looked out the window following their finger and saw the woman squatting under the jujube tree in the yard urinating. She quickly stood up and pulled up her pants as I looked. I was furious and muttered to myself, "What a filthy thing!" But back at my desk, the image of the woman's snow-white, round buttocks kept flashing through my mind. I was puzzled: her complexion wasn't very white; it was tanned from the sun and wind all day, but how could her body be so white? My girlfriend was from the city; although her face was fair, her body was far less so. It was from then on that I developed a lustful desire, always hoping to admire her snow-white buttocks again.

At first, it was fine, but in the latter half of the year, my classmates frequently left the experimental base under various excuses. My home was far away, and my girlfriend's was even farther, so most of the time I was alone. When it was just the two of us, she would use my food to cook, and we would eat together. Over time, our feelings naturally deepened.

I'm an experienced person; after not seeing my girlfriend for a long time, I naturally felt a strong longing. Sometimes, thinking about the woman's white, tender buttocks made it hard to control myself. But I would never act rashly. One night, her son suddenly developed a high fever. Heartbroken, she carried him on her back to the hospital four li away in the dead of night. By the time I realized what was happening, dressed, and chased after her, she had already trekked two li in the darkness. She was very grateful to see me arrive, breathless. I complained, "You treated me like an outsider, why didn't you call me?" After two hours of IV fluids, her son's fever subsided a bit, so we carried him home, and it was almost dawn. Actually, I was also deeply moved, moved by this selfless and great maternal love. What woman, if not a mother, would be willing to trek alone in the dead of night? After settling her son in, she came to my room, touched my blankets, and said, "The kang (heated brick bed) is cold, you sleep here, I'll go heat it up." Then she went to the yard, gathered firewood, and squatted in front of the stove to light a fire.

She was squatting, and looking at her prominent buttocks, I was reminded of my previous lust. Overcome with desire, I went over and, under the pretext of stopping her from heating the stove, pulled her up. Perhaps she realized something; her face flushed slightly, and her movements became somewhat hesitant. I seized the opportunity to embrace her. At first, she silently resisted, but when I reached my hand into her pants, she began to resist: "You can't do this, it's not right," and tightly clutched her waistband. I thought she was shy or insecure because of our different social status, so I sincerely explained and pleaded with her. She kept repeating, "You can't do this, it's not right!" This back and forth gradually extinguished my lust, and I went into the room, my face full of shame. She continued squatting by the stove, tending the fire.

When I woke up, it was almost ten in the morning. Seeing me up, she brought up the food that had been heating in the pot and we ate together. She had been waiting for me to eat breakfast. Thinking about what had happened the night before, I was naturally embarrassed, but although she was also somewhat awkward, she kept smiling. During the meal, I explained to her that I truly liked her, and that my actions stemmed from that liking. She laughed and said, "I understand. It's normal to miss someone when their wife isn't around. I'm already taken; it wouldn't be right to do that with you again."

Her words only fueled my desire. I went over and hugged her, whispering, "I just want you. Give me one!"

Seeing my sincerity, she hesitated to respond. When I reached for her waistband again, she resisted. However, this time her resistance wasn't as strong as it had been at night. I pried her hands off her waistband, pulled down her pants, and pushed her onto the edge of the bed. She struggled until my penis entered her vagina, at which point she calmed down. After a while, I wanted to see her buttocks and vagina, but she resolutely refused again. Throughout the entire act, she remained silent, only showing a painful pleasure on her face during ejaculation.

Afterwards, I felt a little scared. But she treated me even better. However, she wouldn't readily agree to sex each time I asked, only giving in when I became rough. Sexual intercourse always took place standing up. I repeatedly asked to do it naked on the kang (heated brick bed), but she refused. Since her child was there at night, I naturally couldn't go into her room, and she refused to go into mine at night. Once, I asked her, puzzled, "Don't you like me?" "

I do! You're excellent in every way. It's just that I like you in my heart, but I don't want to give myself to you.

I'm a country woman, we're not a good match."

It was still a psychological issue. I repeatedly explained to her, "Love is neither bound by rules nor based on status; love is love."

She smiled and asked me, "If you sleep with me, what will happen to your wife?"

I genuinely liked her, and given that I had forced her several times during our intercourse, I felt guilty and sincerely said to her, "We're not married, and our feelings for each other are just so-so. If you're willing, I'll marry you." She

shook her head and said, "No, if I'm with you, what will happen to my wife? If you don't mind that I'm from the countryside, I have a younger sister who's prettier and more educated than me. Can I give her to you?"

"Well… if you give me your sister, what will you do? If you let me play with her anytime, I'll play with your sister," I said.

"Go to hell! She's all yours now! You married my sister, so I'm your sister-in-law now, and you're still sleeping with your sister-in-law?"

"I don't care, I can't live without you!"

For the next three months, although we had sex quite often, it was always me who insisted, and it was always standing up. My wish to see her remained unfulfilled. I was leaving, knowing there was no hope of being with her, so I stopped making demands. On the night before I left, she came to my room, somewhat shyly saying, "Didn't you want to see me? I'll let you see me today!"

This was the only time we truly made love. I not only looked at her entire body repeatedly, but also tried various positions, and kissed her vulva beforehand. She was as docile as a lamb in heat, responding perfectly to everything I did. During ejaculation, she suddenly went wild; the frenzy of her orgasm and pleasure even surprised me…

The next day, I left.

She kept crying. Even in front of the many neighbors, she made no attempt to hide her longing for me…

[The End]

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