Spring in the Countryside

I walked out of Liangshuizhai Railway Station, then transferred to a bus to Sangjiawan. Along the way, all I saw were green hills and clear waters
. I felt a sense of liberation; it was time for a new, healthy start to my life!
I wanted to go to a sparsely populated, secluded place to live a simple, detached life!

Looking back on the chaotic days of the past, I felt my decision was wise. In that densely populated
metropolis, I had never stayed in one place for more than a few months, because many people
thought I was… a bit of a pervert.

The first two sub-landlords were alright. When they learned from the building manager that I had climbed down the water pipe from the rooftop to
peep at a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl taking a bath, they refunded part of my rent and deposit
and politely told me to move out within a week. The one I had was much worse. He
threw my belongings outside the door and warned me to get far away and never let him see me again,
or else anything could happen.

Sigh, why get so angry? All he did was accidentally find his
sixteen-year-old daughter Xiaolian's dirty old panties in my room.

I was so careless that day; I'd just stolen the panties from Xiaolian's pile of laundry and
rushed back to my room, grabbed them, put them on my penis, and started masturbating. I didn't even close the door
properly, and the landlady, who was excitedly barging in to play chess with me, found out, and then we had a huge argument.

Speaking of which, his daughter Xiaolian is really a mix of alluring and charming, with a very innocent face. Don't let
her young age fool you; the way she walks, swaying her hips, is incredibly seductive, especially since she always wears thin pajama bottoms at home
, and the panties underneath are a different color every day, barely visible. One evening, the landlord wasn't
home. Xiaolian was pacing back and forth in the living room, her small tank top barely covering her pear-shaped breasts, her
nipples clearly protruding. What particularly aroused my desire was
the tiny, bright red pantyhose peeking out from under her semi-transparent pajama bottoms—only the size of a palm, barely enough to cover her vulva and buttocks.

So I devised a plan to lure her into my room. I turned up the volume of my computer game, and sure enough
, Xiaolian soon knocked on the door, begging to play too. I deliberately hesitated, teasing her.
When Xiaolian tried to grab the controller, I took advantage of the chaos to touch her breasts, buttocks, and vulva. I
didn't mean to blatantly touch her (which I actually really wanted to), but rather to touch and wipe here and there, pretending it
was accidental.

Soon, my penis became painfully hard, especially seeing this teenage girl, hunched over her
desk, her plump buttocks, taut with bright red panties, thrusting and
swaying with youthful energy as she played the game. At first, I pretended to teach her, gently pressing against her buttocks,
then gradually increasing the pressure. I quickly realized that Xiaolian was a very innocent and naive girl, because she
was completely absorbed in the computer game, seemingly unmoved by the rubbing and squeezing of my penis against her buttocks
.

Finally, I simply pulled down my pants, ejaculating with my naked penis pressed against her buttocks. The
more difficult part was catching the semen with a tissue while ejaculating, to avoid soiling the girl's buttocks, which would have
been much more troublesome.

It sounds ridiculous, but I'm actually quite experienced in this area! For me,
ejaculating against the buttocks of a pretty, delicate girl feels better than actual intercourse. The question is,
how can I do it cleanly? To be precise, how can I
rub and squeeze my penis against the plump buttocks of some alluring stranger until I ejaculate, without being noticed? But

I digress. Here, I don't intend to delve into these potentially tedious,
but for me, academic, technical, and challenging topics. I just want to explain
what happened that night: I ejaculated against Xiaolian's beautiful, plump buttocks without her noticing, continuing
to play computer games.

Two days later, I was kicked out by my sub-landlord because of the "triangle underwear incident," so
no one knew about that wonderful night except me. For a while, I wondered what the irritable sub-landlord's reaction would be if he knew that
I had pleasured his beautiful daughter by pressing her buttocks against his. The worst prediction is that he
'll move his head? Then what's the best prediction? Surely he won't want me as his son-in-law? And he'll
be playing with that little slut's cunt every night? He'll probably get tired of it eventually, won't he?

But what made me decide to leave this chaotic city and find that paradise was another
encounter…

Spring in the Countryside (Part Two)

It wasn't long ago. As usual, I specifically targeted young girls on crowded buses
. This time, my target was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old female student.

I stood behind the girl, and as the bus started moving, I thrust my hips tightly against her buttocks, feeling a
sense of satisfaction.

Soon, I realized that this pretty girl knew who my colleague was, but because the bus
was crowded, she couldn't avoid me. Of course, she could have turned around and scolded me, but for some reason, she didn't
. She didn't even turn her head to look. If she turned around and glared at me, I wouldn't dare thrust my
hips against hers anymore.

Slowly, I felt her buttocks seemingly moving backward against me, as if her
physical reaction had overwhelmed her reason. Seeing this reaction, I pressed myself even harder against her
full buttocks. At this moment, the bulge in my crotch was pressed tightly against the hollow between her buttocks
; in fact, my entire lower abdomen almost completely clamped her buttocks. As the bus swayed
, I pressed and squeezed her round buttocks back and forth, rhythmically rubbing her buttocks.
I felt her deliberately thrusting her buttocks backward from time to time. Actually, she didn't need to do that, because I began to press
myself against her without restraint, and with the swaying of the bus, it was almost like real intercourse—a
doggy-style position from behind.

My breathing became increasingly rapid, and heavy breaths of hot air sprayed onto the back of her neck. My penis, pressing against her
buttocks, grew harder and harder, as if it wanted to pierce her school skirt and penetrate her vagina.
Just as the girl in front of me seemed to be enjoying this strange sensation, I suddenly stopped pressing against her.
This disappointed her greatly. She turned her head slightly to look at me and found that I hadn't moved away, just stopped
pressing against her buttocks. Just as she was feeling a little disappointed, I pressed against her buttocks again.
She probably didn't understand why I hadn't pressed against her before. Actually, I had unzipped my pants and taken out my penis!

I had only intended to press against this pretty schoolgirl lightly, but unexpectedly, she not only didn't object
, but also encouraged me by welcoming her with her full buttocks. Her figure was so beautiful, her buttocks round,
large, and bouncy. After pressing for a while, my lust flared, so I simply unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and
pressed it against her more directly. The bus was crowded, and I was pressed tightly against her. Unless one looked closely
, no one would notice my lecherous behavior.

I kept pressing against her buttocks, both of us silently enjoying the pleasurable sensation. I would occasionally
thrust back and forth against her with the swaying of the bus. Several times she turned around, though she didn't dare
look directly at my face, she secretly glanced down at her buttocks where my penis was pressed against them. I think she was pretending
not to notice my molestation.

Then I felt I was about to ejaculate. Although my reason told me not to, I pressed myself against her forcefully, regardless of the consequences.
My legs pressed tightly against her buttocks, and I trembled, as if I had suddenly caught a chill.
At the same time, my breathing became heavy and labored. The girl seemed a little scared, her buttocks
wriggling restlessly, as if trying to break free from my weight. However, she quickly realized what was happening. She
could almost feel my muscles twitching. I brazenly squeezed her round buttocks, my upper body
pressed tightly against her back, my lower body swaying against her buttocks like a male dog mating with a female dog
.

The girl was a little panicked, but at this point, she had no choice but to pretend she didn't know. However,
she immediately sensed something was wrong, because her school skirt was now covered in my semen, and
some of it had seeped into her inner thighs. She felt extremely uncomfortable, and this stuff filled her with
fear; she involuntarily cried out.

What happened next is probably predictable. Although I tried to escape, I failed. Perhaps because I had
just ejaculated, my legs were weak and I couldn't run. As a result, an off-duty detective took me to
the police station.

During my days in the police station, two doctors examined and evaluated me. One of them was a psychiatrist
. According to him, I might have a mental disorder called "friction fetish." I was deeply
regretful about my past acts of molesting and harassing young women, so I asked the doctor
if there was any way to correct my sexual perversion.

The doctor said that severe cases could be treated with medication. When I had thoughts or actions of molesting women, I would
take a certain medication. When the medication took effect, I would experience a strong psychological sensation, and over time, this would form a reflex that
could correct the behavior.

If it wasn't too severe, I could analyze the environments that most easily triggered my perverted behavior and try
to avoid them in the future. Gradually, I would forget the triggers and achieve the goal of correcting my sexual perversion. Two

days later, the doctor and the officer in charge of my case came together and tried to persuade me to attend a seminar
. The officer even hinted that if I attended the seminar, they might not prosecute me. Later I learned that the
girl I had molested refused to come forward to testify against me, perhaps out of shame, or perhaps out of fear of being ridiculed. At the
time, I didn't know this reason, and the doctor told me that sharing my feelings and thoughts with others
would greatly help correct my sexual perversion, so I readily agreed.

Little did I know that this would make me a celebrity in town! It turned out the seminar was on
television, and I heard many people watched it. I read in the newspaper that the TV station was even planning to submit this special
for some award! Perhaps the Oscars?

As I walked down the street, people pointed and whispered about me constantly. What embarrassed me most were the mothers with their five- or six-
year-old daughters; several times they even yelled at me, making me feel utterly ashamed and wanting to disappear into nowhere
!

So now I'm sitting on this bus to Sangjiawan, continuing my journey to escape the world's condemnation.

Spring in the Countryside (Part 3)

I came to this remote place to cultivate my mind and spirit, on the advice of the doctor. The doctor had a
relative who was the village chief, and I was told I could ask him for help if needed.

On my first day, I was in a particularly good mood. I politely paid a visit to the village chief and
stayed at his house for one night. After learning about the general situation in the village, I politely declined the village chief's offer to let me stay longer
. I decided to go to a dilapidated temple about twenty miles from the village to experience a truly secluded
life. The next day, with the village chief's help, I hired an old woman to take care of my daily needs. Besides my personal
belongings, I carried a few martial arts novels and some scientific papers and magazines.

The quiet days passed by. The old woman who took care of me came every other day around noon, bringing
me some food and washed clothes. As usual, she would ask what I needed. Sometimes I would
ask her to bring some toothpaste, matches, lamp oil, or other supplies next time.

During the day, I would run aimlessly through the mountains with my backpack. At night, sometimes I would return and sleep in a dilapidated temple, and sometimes I would simply
sleep by the stream or on a hilltop.

Gradually, I felt that I thought about women less often. Sometimes I couldn't help but recall my past perverted
behavior, the image of those young girls' buttocks swaying wantonly under the pressure of my penis.
When I felt my penis slowly swelling in my crotch, I would consciously run as fast as I could on the mountain paths, and sometimes I would go to the mountain stream to catch fish.
That sexual urge seemed to slowly disappear.

Sometimes, while flipping through the science magazines I brought, analyzing the causes of volcanic eruptions, major earthquakes, and so on, I
vaguely felt that they might be related to my current life. However, these thoughts only flashed through my mind and
I didn't delve into them further.

Some time passed like this, and one morning I woke up to find that I had experienced
nocturnal emission again, something I hadn't felt since my youth! I remembered the saying "nocturnal emission when the semen is full," so it seemed my cultivation was almost
complete!

I didn't realize at the time that the demon in my heart hadn't been driven away, but merely suppressed, like
the unusual calm before a volcanic eruption!

After being separated from the outside world for so long, I began to cherish my brief meetings with the old woman every other day.
I longed for someone to talk to, and the old woman, regardless of who it was, was eager to have someone to talk to. She would talk
endlessly, and she found it very interesting to chat with me, considering me a city dweller
.

I didn't ask intentionally, and because of her accent, I could only understand about five or six parts of what she said. But
gradually, I learned that the old woman's son had gone to work in the city, leaving only her wife and two granddaughters at home
, one fifteen and the other fourteen. Her wife had married young and was not yet thirty, and they
took turns washing my clothes.

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, constantly fantasizing about the beautiful faces of the two sisters in the old woman's house
, and that young woman, not yet thirty, whose husband was often away and had no time to touch her—her breasts must still be
perky!

As dawn approached, I finally fell asleep. In my hazy state, I seemed to see that young woman, her white body naked
, sucking my penis again and again. I woke up and found I had ejaculated again.

For several days in a row, I felt conflicted, and I started thinking about women constantly again. I noticed clusters of red flowers growing behind the dilapidated temple
. No one had ever admired them; their petals had already fallen to the ground, and I was filled with many emotions. "

Beautiful flowers, unrecognized; blooming and fading in solitude!"

I'm not good at poetry, yet somehow this line came out, and I ended up admiring it for a while. Then,
for some reason, I thought of the brood of young females at the old woman's house. So young and beautiful,
if they weren't loved by men in time, wouldn't they be like those clusters of red flowers, blooming and fading, unappreciated? Wouldn't that be a pity? Perhaps I should go help
them, and take turns playing with them! My lewd thoughts quietly welled up.

But soon, I remembered the doctor's advice to stay away from the triggers that could lead to my deviant sexual behavior.
It seemed my time here was almost up.

I finally decided to leave. One day, the old woman told me that the village chief was getting married in a couple of days and wanted to
invite me down the mountain to the wedding feast. She asked me what I disliked. I disliked wedding banquets and general social engagements,
so this became the perfect excuse for me to leave.

I packed my simple belongings, left some money in a conspicuous place, and left two letters, simply
expressing my gratitude to the village chief and the old woman.

On the morning of the village chief's daughter's wedding, I started my descent.

After walking for half an hour, there was no one on the road. After turning a few corners, I spotted a slender, youthful
figure walking towards me in the distance...
Spring in the Countryside (Part Four)

A Young Girl's Body! I vaguely guessed that she was one of those lovely sisters.

As I got closer, I felt a little dizzy. I hadn't seen a young woman like her in a long time.
Her face was fair and clean, and her small, rosy lips were slightly parted as she breathed softly. The girl saw me too
and stopped by the roadside, standing there prettily, waiting for me. I eagerly scanned her chest; her
developing breasts, though covered by her clothes, were clearly protruding.

"Oh, aren't you the big brother from the city?"

Before I could speak, the girl asked softly. For some reason, I felt she was using a coquettish
voice, as if deliberately trying to seduce me.

"Let me help you with some things, come on, come on..."

The girl bent down and eagerly helped me with my small luggage. Our soft bodies began to bump
and rub against each other. I sensitively noticed that two buttons on the girl's blouse had come undone, and her two
dazzling white breasts seemed ready to break free of her clothes at any moment.

What was going on? The buttons were clearly fastened properly just now?

In the wilderness, besides me and this beautiful little vixen in front of me, there was no one else.

The temptation was too great…

I stared greedily at her exposed, snow-white breasts… Touching them must feel so good
. What if my penis were sandwiched between those two tender breasts? What if I had them sandwiched between those tender breasts and then let her
stick out her little tongue and lick the tip of my penis?

My mouth was so dry… the tender flesh that was almost in my mouth… I should leave… the doctor said…

My hands were completely out of my control; I reached out and grabbed her like I was catching a chick, then pushed her to the ground
. I had never intended to hurt any girl, but from the moment she fell to the ground, I felt
my whole being change. An impatient urge to release, mixed with long-suppressed animalistic instincts, finally
erupted in a violent form I had never experienced before.

I looked down at her; the girl began to struggle to get up, looking at me with a hint of panic.

She finally stood up, her eyes filled with even more panic, because I pushed her face
down again with another wave of my hand. I straddled her and mounted her. I felt her buttocks throbbing beneath me.
Since I came to the countryside, my penis and the buttocks of a young girl were finally pressed tightly together again.

The girl began to kick her two strong, long legs and cry out. I knelt down and licked her exposed white neck like a dog
, tearing off the remaining buttons on her blouse with both hands, then forcefully and wantonly kneading
her breasts. Then I freed one hand and reached into the girl's crotch... I touched her pubic area, which had just started to grow a little
hair, plump and fleshy. It seemed that this time my penis was going to be squeezed by this little slut's vagina... When I...
As I tried to insert a finger into the girl's vagina, she suddenly raised her head and began to struggle violently
...

Spring in the Countryside (Part 5)

"What's wrong? Isn't this exactly what you wanted?" I withdrew my hand from her vulva and
slapped her tender buttocks hard with my other hand.

"Ouch! Please don't hit my butt! And you hurt me!"

The girl started to cry loudly. Seeing her crying with tears, saliva, and snot all over her face, I felt a pang of pity
.

I straightened up and looked down at the alluring body curled up on the grass.

"Damn it, what are you pretending to be innocent for! Go wash your dirty face and then come and serve your grandpa!"

I said fiercely, grabbing her hair and dragging her to the stream. I was so fierce
because I was sure this little slut had been actively seducing me. Why would I need to
slap her so hard? And what about those breasts that kept bouncing out?

Watching her wash her face while crying, I sat down on a large rock and slowly began to
take off my outer garment. After thinking for a moment, I laid the clothes out on the rock.

Turning back, I saw the girl carefully grooming herself, and I started to doubt myself again. So beautiful, so
innocent—compared to my earlier wantonness, wasn't it a bit strange?

Whatever, this cum was going to have to come out; I'd been holding it in for too long.

"Little girl, come here!"

The girl walked over timidly. I noticed she had fastened the two buttons at the front, but
the bottom ones had been roughly ripped off by me earlier. As she walked, her breasts, without a bra, bounced inside her clothes
. When she saw me wearing only underwear, a blush slowly crept onto her fair face.

"What's your name?"

"Er Niu."

"Er Niu? That's a nice name. Your older sister must be Da Niu?"

Faced with the alluring young woman before me, I found it hard to resist any longer. I rushed over, tightly
embraced Er Niu's captivating body, and then pressed her against the large rock. After an initial symbolic struggle, Er Niu
was quickly stripped naked. I was completely mesmerized by Er Niu's pristine white body. From her pert breasts
to her round buttocks, she formed a very beautiful curve. Between her two strong thighs, her vulva, like a ripe peach
, was still developing, with not yet all the hair growing, yet it appeared exceptionally full.

I got up and took off the rest of my underwear, pressing Erniu's snow-white body down on top of me again. I began to passionately
kiss her red little mouth, and pulled Erniu's little hand to touch my penis. When I noticed that her soft
little hand was trembling, inexperiencedly exploring my penis, I suddenly realized that
the seductive moves Erniu used when she first met me must have been taught to her by that young woman on the spot! I sat up.

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