perverse feelings

I consider myself the prettiest girl in the village.
Although I'm not tall, only 158 cm, and my skin is a bit dark,
I find my eyes very expressive—big, dark, and bright.
My eyelashes are long and curled upwards. My

eyebrows are also beautiful, long, dark, and neat; I never need to draw them.
My mouth is a bit large, but my lips are perfectly proportioned and very sexy. My
teeth are exceptionally white, and I often smile at myself in the mirror;
my smile is simply that of a little beauty.

My breasts are large, round and full, as if they're about to burst out of my clothes,
but my waist is very slim. The villagers call me "big-breasted wasp waist."

My buttocks are also round and full; I can feel two firm mounds of flesh,
and I can feel my breasts and buttocks jiggling whenever I walk.

Because I've watched many movies, TV shows, and videos,
I often imitate those celebrities—chest out, buttocks lifted, neck stretched,
chin slightly raised, head held high, like a haughty little princess.

My goal is to attract boys.

Ever since I was old enough to understand, I've disliked studying. I've always hoped that one day
a boy would hold me in his arms, kiss my lips, and
caress my entire body. I would give him everything, just to let me experience what it's like to be a woman.

I often hear women who have done "that" say
that the feeling is the most beautiful moment in life, the most ecstatic moment,
a moment that surpasses all the most beautiful things in the world.

Some people say: "On the road to the underworld, there are no young or old. If you fall asleep tonight,
you might not wake up tomorrow morning. People should enjoy everything while they're alive.
If you die, it's too late to do anything.

" I know this idea is wrong, but it's the kind of thinking that I find easiest to accept.

I like to eat well, dress well, and play even more.
I just don't like studying. What I like most is that kind of thing between men and women.

But for some reason, the more I show myself in front of boys,
the less they dare to approach me. They say I'm too arrogant, too
domineering, and they don't dare to touch me.

This really put me in a difficult position. I'm eighteen now,
which is arguably the best time of a girl's life,
but not a single boy has touched me.

I'm so anxious.

I saw masturbation for the first time in a video. That night, I lay alone on the kang (a heated brick bed),
fantasizing about a boy climbing on top of me, kissing me, and caressing my body.
I tentatively put my hand between my legs and touched my clitoris. As I touched it,
my whole body went numb, sore, and I felt an electric shock.

I simply put my hand inside my vagina and vigorously stimulated it for a while.
Suddenly, a wonderful feeling surged through my body. I straightened my legs,
lifted my buttocks, and pushed my chest up, forcefully inserting my hand.
Accompanied by a spasm, I started sweating. Although there were no other men,
I still found that feeling. It was amazing!
I never dreamed that the first time for a beautiful and sexy girl like me
would be through masturbation.

On my life's journey, in my empty and lonely years,
I was finally able to be "self-sufficient."
Now I have enough to eat and wear, and I've found solace in masturbation for my sexual frustrations.
I'm content.

I feel this period of my life is wonderful.
I only hope this peaceful life can continue.
I'm a girl without goals or a future; I ask for nothing more.

But life is unpredictable. Not long after,
everything that was so wonderful underwent a terrible change: my father passed away.

My mother, in her forties, couldn't live without a man.
She asked people to introduce her to potential partners every day, like a female dog in heat.

Some said my mother was "foolish," others said she was "slutty."
I think perhaps the older a woman gets, the stronger her desire for that kind of thing becomes.
I really wanted to tell my mother that masturbation could relieve her "hunger,"
but I heard from some older women that if a woman is used to doing that kind of thing with a man,
even carrots won't work; she has to find a man to do it with.
So I didn't try to teach my mother about masturbation.

I knew it wouldn't work for women her age.

Not long after, my mother started an affair with a man in his fifties from another village.

I don't know if someone introduced him or if I met him myself, but
the man was a farmer nicknamed "Yan Dahu" (Big Tiger Yan).

He was somewhat educated. He wasn't wealthy; his wife had died.
His children didn't want him to remarry, but he wouldn't listen.

Because of his extremely strong sex drive, people called him "Tiger,"
saying he was the kind of man who couldn't live a day without a woman.

He would ask everyone he met to introduce him to potential partners, saying he couldn't live alone
and that he had "requirements." Everyone in the surrounding villages knew him
and knew this phrase; people often used it to tease each other.
"Having requirements" became a common saying.

Regardless of what people said, he was truly capable. He grew grain and
vegetables, and sometimes he would drive a donkey cart to the city to sell vegetables and do odd jobs
. He also drank a little wine every day. He was only in his fifties, but his hair was completely white.

He didn't have many wrinkles, and his eyes were bright and always darting around.
Some said it was "foolishness," while others said he was very shrewd.

He was tall and muscular, with a well-developed chest, strong arms and legs,
and a relatively light complexion. He had large eyes, a straight nose, and a square jaw
—a typical farmer. After only a few days of knowing my mother,
he was already arranging his marriage and asking her how much dowry she wanted.
My mother was already impatient.

She only asked for four thousand yuan, and he immediately agreed to give her six thousand. My mother was very happy,
but some people said behind her back that this man named Yan Dahu was simply a bit foolish.
I forgot to introduce him to everyone; I also have an older brother who is nineteen years old.

He's a pale-faced scholar who only knows how to study and doesn't care about anything else,
including matters between men and women.

Yan Dahu used his donkey cart to transport our whole family, including our belongings, to his village in four trips,
and to his home. All of this stuff filled his only two rooms completely.
Because all his relatives opposed his marriage to my mother,
he didn't hold a wedding ceremony.

His children were all married, and he had always been single.
Now, bringing us here was considered the wedding.

His house had two rooms and one kang (heated brick bed). The outer room was right inside the entrance, and the kang was on the south side of the inner room near the window.

At night, the four of us slept on one kang, and he would cover us with blankets as soon as it got dark.
They wouldn't let us watch TV, and hurriedly told everyone to get on the kang (heated brick bed) and go to sleep. My
brother and I were very reluctant, but Mom readily complied and got on the kang.

There were four quilts on the kang; Mom and the man were next to each other, and my brother and I were next to each other. Just
as my brother and I crawled into bed, the man turned off the light.
My brother was such a simpleton; he didn't think about anything and quickly fell asleep.

But I couldn't fall asleep no matter what, and I didn't want to make any noise, so I pretended to be asleep.
I heard Mom and Yan Dahu whispering a few words to each other by their pillows,
and then they started to move.
I guessed they must have taken off their vests and underwear in their own beds

because the quilts were making a rustling sound.

They each did their own thing for a while, then stopped to listen for any sounds from my brother and me.
Then, Mom lifted the man's blanket and crawled inside.
It was clear that two naked bodies were tightly embracing each other,
kissing passionately, their mouths sucking and
making gurgling sounds.

Mom, panting, said to Yan Dahu, "Hurry up and get on top of me, I can't take it anymore."
The man rolled over and climbed on top of Mom, his buttocks arching high above the blanket
before he pressed down hard. Mom cried out, "Ouch!" and
hugged the man tightly.

The man remained motionless, pressing firmly against Mom,
and whispered, "I'm all the way in, are you comfortable?"
Mom said, "Great, great, so comfortable! You're so much better than my deadbeat.
Much harder and much bigger.

His dick was small and soft, and he never stopped,
just came right away, it wasn't comfortable at all.
I've been so unlucky to be with him all my life. I've

never had any pleasure. Meeting a big dick like yours today
is a blessing I've earned. I'm giving you my body, so go ahead and do whatever you want. Go as hard as you can.

I know some people say you're tough, but I also know you're the most powerful when it comes to this."

The man supported his upper body with his arms,
his buttocks pounding against Mom's body with force, it felt particularly fierce.
Mom kept moaning softly, and my whole body felt like it was on fire.
I inserted my fingers into my vagina and started probing.

The man's movements on my mother became faster
and more intense, lasting for a long time. He started gently, probably afraid we'd wake up,
but then he seemed to forget we were there, likely thinking that
even if one of us woke up, we couldn't make a sound.

Perhaps it was the crucial moment, and the man lost control. My mother, too,
probably lost control at this point.

The man thrust violently for a while, finally letting out a heavy sigh, and
lay still on top of my mother. My mother tightly hugged his buttocks,
panting, and softly said, "You're fucking me so hard, it feels so good,
so comfortable. Meeting you, my life hasn't been in vain." 　　 I trembled, my blood boiling. Was it really that blissful for a woman

to be fucked by a strong man? My fingers worked hard inside her vagina, causing a spasm within me, and a gush of fluid flowed out. 　　 Yan Dahu was really strong; after resting beside my mother for a short while, he said, "I'm hard again, I want to fuck you one more time." 　　 My mother said, "Are you sure you can handle it?" He said "Okay." 　　 Mom said, "Then get on top." 　　 He quickly mounted her again and they did it again. 　　 I clearly remember that they did it four times that night. The last time, the man said, "My dick is hard, but my body is a little out of control, but I still want to do it, what do you think we should do?" 　　 Mom said, "I'll offer you my ass, we 'll lie on our sides like this, and you can hold my ass and do it." 　　 He really did, he turned to the side and penetrated Mom from behind, Mom's ass thrusting back forcefully, and he held Mom's ass and thrust hard, and I even made a "thump thump" sound. I really don't understand, Mom's ass is so big, and she thrusts back so hard, how could his dick fit into Mom's vagina? Could it even fit? Doesn't her ass get in the way? 　　 Aren't they afraid we'll wake up, afraid we'll see? Maybe this man really is a madman, maybe my mother really is a slut, maybe that's just how society is these days. I've heard people say, "Sex is the most sacred thing, surpassing everything..." But I know that in the countryside, even pigs and dogs can't be separated when they're mating, no matter how hard you try. Maybe men and women get carried away at that moment.　　 I don't know when I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already broad daylight.

I was alone on the kang (

heated brick bed); my brother had already gone to school. My mother and that man had gone to work in the fields.

Food was laid out on the table. I quickly washed up and started eating,
but as I ate, I kept thinking about what had happened that evening. The image
of the man and woman kept replaying in my mind.

That day, my brother had a holiday, and my mother asked my brother and me to weed the family plot
while she and Yan Dahu drove their donkey cart to the city to sell vegetables.
They said they wouldn't be back for lunch and that my brother and I should fend for ourselves.

To be honest, I didn't want to do any farm work, and my brother didn't like it either.
We just sat in the thick field chatting, working for a while and then chatting again.

I asked my brother if any girls were pursuing him at school, and he said no.
I said, "With your attitude, all you do is study. You don't even know if someone's pursuing you.
Don't you ever think about relationships between men and women?"

My brother said, "Of course I do. I do, but I always control myself in that regard.
I think it's not too late to think about it after I get into university and have a job.

" I said, "If a girl offered herself to you, would you do it?"

My brother said, "I haven't met anyone like that. If I did, I'd have to experience it.
Men and women are just like that; they're naturally drawn to each other."

Hearing my brother's words, I felt he was having some impure thoughts,
so I quickly said, "Do you know that Mom does that kind of thing with that man every night?"

My brother said, "I'm confused. My mind is always on my studies and future job.
I haven't paid much attention to what they're doing."
I said, "You're such an idiot. I pretend to be asleep every night and
secretly watch them do that kind of thing in the middle of the night. That man does it with Mom several times a night!"

As I spoke, my body felt hot, and my breathing became rapid.
My brother finally fixed his gaze on my heaving breasts, his body stirring with arousal.

Looking at his thin frame, so unlike that man's muscular build, I wondered
what his manhood would look like. If it could get hard,
climb on top of me, and penetrate me, wouldn't that feel better than my fingers?

A few rumbles of thunder, and suddenly it started to rain. My brother pulled me and we ran towards the village
. By the time we got home, we were both soaked.
I looked at my brother, and he looked at me; we both laughed.

His clothes clung to his body, making him appear even thinner and taller.
My clothes also clung to my body, making my breasts look higher, bigger, and fuller.
I deliberately thrust my chest out in front of my brother, whose eyes were already glazed over.

I deliberately stuck my butt out, splashing water and saying, "Look, my butt's completely soaked!
My pants are sticking to my butt!"
My brother stared at me blankly, as if stunned.

I quickly said, "Come on, let's take off our clothes and wash and change."
In front of my brother, I took off all my clothes and pants,
leaving only my panties and bra. My brother stared at my body in astonishment.

He murmured, "You're not tall, but you have a really good figure."
I hurriedly went over and said, "Why aren't you taking them off? Come on,
let me take them off for you, so we can wash together."

I reached out and started to take off my brother's clothes and pants,
deliberately pressing my breasts and buttocks against his body, and
my brother's body trembled.

I took a towel and went to my brother, saying, "Come on,
let's dry each other first, then I'll go do the laundry."
As I wiped his body,
I said, "Anyway, there's no one else in this house, and Mom and the others won't be back for lunch, so
take off his underwear too, and I'll wipe your genitals as well."

My brother seemed confused, but I insisted on taking off his underwear . He
didn't object, and I finally saw a man's penis—
a small, fleshy thing like a carrot,
drooping weakly between his legs. I was confused.

In videos, I'd seen men's penises that were huge, like wooden sticks,
capable of making women scream. But my brother's was so small;
could it even fit into my vagina? I doubted it.

I deliberately rubbed his genitals repeatedly, and finally, his penis hardened,
much larger and longer than before.

I said, "Brother, could you wipe me down too?"
I simply took off my bra and panties and let him wipe me down.
Looking at my naked body, his hands trembled,
his expression was extremely complex, and he was sweating.
When his towel touched my breasts, he shook, and his hands wouldn't obey him.

I simply pressed my whole body against him. He threw away the towel,
hugged me tightly, and I hugged him back. We started kissing.

With that kiss, his penis became even bigger and harder, swelling up.

He touched my breasts, my lower abdomen, and my slender waist,
then reached down to my genitals, stroking my thick pubic hair.

My lower body started to flow;
it was already gushing like a spring. My brother's hand touched my genitals for a while,
then moved to my round buttocks, constantly praising their shape
. I noticed his penis was bluish-green,
with many bluish veins like a fishing net.

My brother's thing looked like a small banana, curved and pointing upwards.
I knew what they wanted to do.

I hurriedly said, "Let's do it like that man and Mom did."

My brother's voice trembled as he said, "Is that okay? I'm scared..."

I hurriedly said, "What are you scared of? Come on." I hurriedly got onto the kang (a heated brick bed), lay down there,
spread my legs, and impatiently used my hands to pry open my labia.

Fluid was already flowing out of there.

My brother hurriedly climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), knelt between my legs,
and inserted his thin, long thing into my vagina.

But as soon as it touched my pubic hair, he ejaculated
. My brother cried out and quickly climbed on top of me, holding me tightly and remaining still.
He panted, "That's great, little sister, that's great.
So good, so wonderful, I'm so happy, that's enough for me.

I'm satisfied. I've tasted a woman for the first time. My life hasn't been in vain!"
I never expected my brother, a grown man, to act like this. I angrily said, "
You're satisfied? I'm not satisfied, brother! It shouldn't be like this.
You should put it in, let me truly feel pleasure. This is uncomfortable for me.
Can you do it again? Put it in, the harder the better."

My brother came up and started trying to insert it again, anxiously saying, "My thing isn't hard,
what should I do?" He fiddled with it, constantly fiddling with it,
but it wouldn't get hard. I was so anxious I didn't know what to say.

My brother said, "Spread your legs a little wider, forcefully open your vulva, let me try again."

I quickly spread my legs, using my hands to separate my labia again, staring at his penis with burning desire.
He climbed on top of me and tried to push his limp thing into my vagina again and again,
but it wouldn't go in. He then used both hands to try, and without support in front,
his thin chest pressed down on me

, making it hard to breathe. But it still didn't work. I suddenly remembered the video footage. I hurriedly said, "Come on."
I moved my buttocks to the edge of the bed... "Then spread your legs, stand on the ground, and aim to insert it."
He said, "Then try it."

I hurriedly moved my buttocks to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and he hurriedly got down.
Just then, the height of his penis was aligned with my vulva. I forcefully spread my labia,
and his soft thing hurriedly aimed at my hole and shoved it in.
It did go in, but it was still soft and not hard at all.
He started to move like that man, but there was no hardness at all.
He just used his pubic bone to hit my labia. Finally, he let out a cry and released.

It hurt so much when he released me. I pushed him aside and said, "You're really useless. You're nothing
. You're not even as good as me." Because at this point,

I desperately wanted to have an orgasm, but he couldn't give me one.
I had no choice but to move my body back onto the kang and start to masturbate with my hand.

I was making "ah ah" sounds, my body writhing on the kang (heated brick bed),
but I couldn't reach orgasm, and I felt extremely uncomfortable. Seeing this, my brother quickly said, "
Let me use my hand to stimulate you," and lay down beside me, reaching inside.
His fingers were long, easily penetrating deep into my vagina. I felt much better

and cried out, "Brother, brother, harder! Harder!"
He frantically stimulated my vagina with his hand, and my breathing became rapid. I
kept screaming, "Ah ah, brother, brother, faster, faster,
the faster the better… Ah, I'm going to die.

I'm coming, I'm coming! My body is burning hot, on fire, burning,
like a herd of warhorses trampling over me. I howled, writhing,
struggling, my hands tightly gripping his body.

He cried out, "Ah!" and said, "Sister, you're killing me! It hurts so much!"

At that very moment, I went wild and reached orgasm.
This was the first time in my life I had felt such intense pleasure and comfort.

My brother finally got into a university in the south. Yan Dahu was very generous and
took out all his savings to pay for his brother's tuition, even though his relatives objected
and called him "Yan Dahu the bully" to his face. But he said, "If I want to, I'll be that bully, so what?"

My mother took my brother to school, which would take more than ten days for a round trip.
Originally, "Yan Dahu" wanted to go too, but he didn't have enough money for the trip.

Only one person could escort him, so my mother had to take my brother.

At home, Yan Dahu was very good to me. He knew I didn't like to do housework, so
he would cook the meals early every day, put them in the pot, and then go out to do the work himself.

At night, the two of us would sit on the kang (a heated brick bed), one at the head and one at the tail, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
I watched him rolling around on the kang, his hand constantly groping between his legs.
Influenced by him, I kept touching my genitals.

A deafening clap of thunder shook the heavens and earth, as if it would collapse the house. Rain poured down, and lightning flashed and
thunder roared outside the window. I screamed in fright,
curling up in the corner of the kang (heated brick bed), trembling all over.

Yan Dahu quickly jumped over and pulled me into his arms
. My petite body contrasted sharply with his massive frame.

Sitting in his lap felt very comfortable and peaceful.
I occasionally touched his muscular chest with my back;
it was hard. His large arms were strong,
holding me so tightly I could hardly breathe.

But I felt incredibly comfortable.

I shifted my position, and my round, plump bottom moved slightly in his arms.
I touched something big and hard.

I'd seen that on video; it must be the same size and hard as that thing.
I could feel it. It was that thing that made Mom moan every night,
that thing that brought her endless happiness.
What would it be like if that big thing of his were inside my small body? Would it burst my vagina? Could I
even fit it inside me? If his massive body pressed down on me,
would I suffocate?

My body started to heat up, started to writhe. I
started to feel restless.
The thunderstorm passed quickly.
Outside, besides the croaking of frogs and the chirping of crickets, there was hardly any other sound.

I didn't want to leave his embrace, and he didn't want to let go of me.
We sat like that for a long time, neither of us knowing what to say.
Suddenly, I felt the urge to pee. I

said, "I need to pee."
He said, "The chamber pot is in the outer room.
" I said, "I'm afraid to go to the outer room. Will you come with me?"
He hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll go with you.

" When we got to the outer room, it was dark and I couldn't see anything. I hurriedly said, "Turn on the light."
He said, "Aren't you afraid I'll see?"
I said, "No,
look if you want. It won't hurt me. 　　 "
He really did turn on the light.

I went to the chamber pot, took off my shorts, and squatted down.
I knew he had seen my buttocks. My

whole body was burning up. As I peed, my heart was pounding.
I felt like something was about to happen, like it was definitely going to happen.
After I finished peeing,
I stood up and slowly pulled up my shorts. I knew he had seen my most private parts.

He hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, I need to pee too."
I quickly replied, "Go ahead, I'll wait. 　　 "

He went to the chamber pot, and without even taking off his shorts,
pulled his thing out from the leg of his shorts. Ah,
it was so big, so thick, so hard, like a small steel cannon.

After he finished peeing, he shook his thing with his hand and then put it back.
He turned around and saw me staring at his thing, and said, "Aren't you scared?"
I said, "I don't know."

He walked from the chamber pot to my side, turned off the light,
and then said in his deep voice, "Let me carry you inside."
I quickly said, "Okay."

He stretched out his two big hands and picked me up. I quickly hooked my arms around his neck.
I could feel his heartbeat and hear his breathing.

He put me on the kang (a heated brick bed), then lay down close to me,
holding me tightly in his arms. I knew that everything was going to happen naturally.
I hugged him tightly back.

Instinctively, I used my little feet to push down his shorts, and
he readily pulled them off himself. Then he reached for my shorts,
and I didn't resist. I even took off my bra.
Now we were both completely naked, embracing each other.

I pressed my full breasts against his chest, and he kept squeezing my buttocks.
I boldly reached out and touched his penis.
This was the first time I had ever actively touched a grown man's penis. It was so big, so hard, so smooth!
My heart was pounding. I knew what was about to happen.
I was really worried about whether something so big could fit inside me.

But a strong desire dominated me, controlled me.
I still held onto his penis tightly. He finally couldn't resist anymore.
He got up and pressed himself against me.

I'm a voluptuous little girl, and he's a strong, big man. When he rolled over on top of me,
I remembered a saying from the countryside: "Both ends point outwards, the middle aligned."
My forehead was pressed against his chest, and my little feet reached his knees.
I instinctively spread my legs, then naturally parted my labia with my hands.
He pinched that hard thing and aimed it at my vulva.
My vulva was already wet. It was flowing non-stop.

My heart was pounding. I didn't know what this moment would be like.
Was this what a girl had been longing for?
Was this the happiest moment for a woman? I really wanted to experience what it felt like,
even if he hurt me, I had to try.
My voice trembled as I said, "Come on, just put it in.

I can handle it."

He rubbed that big, round mushroom head against my labia a few times,
then slowly began to push it in. I didn't dare breathe, didn't dare speak,
quietly enduring, feeling, little by little,
section by section, until finally it was all the way in.

Finally, he climbed all over me.

I asked in surprise, "You're all the way in?"
He said, "Yes, all the way in. Does it hurt?"
I said, "I didn't expect it to be like this. It doesn't hurt at all; in fact,
it feels very comfortable. How do you feel?"

He said, "It's very tight, really tight. I was afraid it would hurt you,
so I didn't dare to use too much force, but now it seems fine. I'm going to move."

His words reminded me of the movements of men on top of women in videos, and
the strange expressions women made under men. Now I was about to experience it.

I imagined those expressions must be peculiar. I hurriedly said, "Go ahead,
I really didn't expect that our girls' private parts were so elastic,
like a rubber band that can stretch and contract. I really didn't expect that your thing, which is so big, could fit in."

He said, "You silly girl, you know about childbirth, right ?
The baby's head is so big, yet it can still squeeze out of this thing.
How big is our thing? As long as it's a woman, she can withstand a man's penetration.

" I hurriedly said, "I thought my small girl couldn't handle it." He said, "
You don't know? The vaginas of dwarf girls are the same size as those of normal women!"

I hurriedly said, "Then you can do it without worry."
He slowly pulled that thick and big thing out of my vagina,
and just as he was about to pull it out, he suddenly thrust it in.
This thrust made me feel more comfortable than ever before. I hurriedly said, "Okay, okay."

He suddenly sped up and down, thrusting in and out continuously,
each time going all the way in. I felt more and more comfortable and happier.

I wanted to scream, I started moaning, and my moans only fueled his passion and made him thrust even harder.

He pounded into me relentlessly with his massive body,
and I felt my breasts heaving and swaying.

He was incredibly violent, almost frantic. I never imagined I could withstand his powerful thrusts, and
I don't know where the strength within me came from to withstand his weight.
I desperately tried to push upwards to meet him.

He pressed down, and I tried to push upwards, letting his penis penetrate even deeper.
It was already all the way in, as deep as it could go, and we were still pressing ourselves together forcefully.

Why? Nobody can explain it, it just felt good, it felt exhilarating, it felt blissful,
it felt like the only true pleasure in life. At that moment, nothing else mattered.

Regardless of age, relationship, or environment,
as long as that thing was inside me, it was the most sacred union in the world.

God, why did you create men? It was for them to do this.

Despite his force, I felt it wasn't enough, so I started using my hands to move his buttocks.

His movements became faster, more intense, stronger, and more frenzied.
He started sweating and moaning. I had gone wild too.

We reached our climax together, shouting. He roared and
thrust in with his last bit of strength, then lay motionless on top of me.

I clung tightly to this enormous thing, feeling my vagina contracting repeatedly.
With each contraction, he let out a blissful moan.

Only then did I realize how suffocated I was by his weight.

He quickly rolled over and lay down on one side. I wanted to touch his limp thing to see what it felt like.
I knew men usually go limp at this point. I reached out and grabbed it, and was shocked
to find that it wasn't soft at all.
I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you? Why isn't it soft?"

He said, "There's a special kind of man whose thing is always like this,
the same whether it's soft or hard, one side is bigger. That's me.
It brings women the greatest pleasure, and women can use it whenever they want."
I suddenly remembered the scene in the video, and I hurriedly said, "Can I get on top of you?"

He said, "No problem, you can get on."

I hurriedly rolled over and straddled his huge body,
imitating the action in the video, making his penis erect and aiming it at my vaginal opening.
I sat down hard, and he cried out and grabbed my buttocks.
I moved up and down like I was sitting on a chair.
I felt the fluid in my vagina flowing down and onto his stomach.

As I moved, I said, "If you get together with me, you won't look down on my mom, will you?
I've heard that once you men sleep with young girls, you start to dislike older women, is that true?"

He said, "I won't. I'm different from others. I'm sleeping with you now,
but I'll still like your mom. You two are different experiences.
You're a little woman, your mom is a big woman. You're very tight here,
your mom is very loose there, but tightness has its own feeling, and looseness has its own pleasure.
Young girls' bodies are very tight everywhere, which makes us feel good,
but big women have a lot of skills and expressions on their faces,
which also makes men feel good. You kids don't know that,
so I like both of you."

As he spoke, he vigorously moved my buttocks up and down to help me exert force:
"I just hope you find a good young man, get married, and then forget about me after marriage."

I said, "I can't forget. We can't find this feeling with young men.
You said it, adults and children feel differently.
Today I'll play with you to my heart's content."
As I spoke, I remembered the scene from the video.

I got off him, knelt on the kang (a heated brick bed ), and stuck
my buttocks up, saying, "Come on, try inserting it from behind. Let me see what it feels like. 　　 "

He got up and knelt behind me, but he couldn't align his penis with my vagina.
I was short, and he was tall. I knelt, and he knelt too, but they couldn't align.
He was sweating profusely with anxiety. I quickly said, "How about this? I'll crawl to the edge of the kang and
stick my buttocks up. You stand down and try to see if it works."

I crawled to the edge of the kang and stuck my buttocks up. He stood behind me, and
the height was just right. He spread my buttocks and labia with his hands
, thrust his belly forward, and his penis slid in all the way.

This penetration was truly a different world, the feeling was completely different, incredibly comfortable.
He held my ass and thrust hard, and I kept arching my back
to give him a good grip. While he was fucking me, he kept praising my ass, saying how beautiful it was,
how comfortable it felt, and how great it was. He said, "If I could fuck a little ass like yours in my entire life, I'd be
happy even if I died tomorrow."

I hurriedly said, "Don't die! What will happen to my mom if you die? Who will pay for my brother's tuition?"

While he was thrusting hard into my ass, he said, "Now that you mention it, I really miss your mom.
If she were here right now,
I'd pull my dick out of your tight little pussy and stick it into your mom's loose big pussy."
"That feels even better, you're not angry saying that, are you?"

I quickly replied, "I'm not angry, I'd also like to experience what it's like to have three people doing it together,
but I don't know if my mom will agree.

" Yan Dahu said while fucking my ass, "That depends on the opportunity.
You can't say for sure these days. As long as it's enjoyable, they'll do whatever they want. As long as they
're alive, as long as they're comfortable, as long as they enjoy themselves,
a man's dick just needs a pussy to fuck it."

His words really aroused me. I started to thrust my ass into his arms forcefully,
and his dick thrust hard into my pussy. We both reached orgasm.
He thrust his dick all the way in one last time, then held my ass and didn't move...

(2)

My mother had sent my brother to university in another province and hadn't returned yet. In this quiet little village,
on the small earthen bed in my stepfather's two mud houses,
I, an eighteen-year-old girl,
and my stepfather, an old farmer in his early fifties,
had our first sexual encounter and began to party every night.

Although there was a big age gap between us, and although I was beautiful while he had a full head of white hair,
his strong body, his crazy desires, and his burning passion
still made me, a naive girl who was tasting forbidden fruit for the first time, feel intoxicated and
enjoy it to the fullest.
I couldn't control myself.

In the morning, my stepfather would cook the food and put it in the pot. I could
eat whenever I got up. He would drive his donkey cart to the city early to sell vegetables.

After I finished eating, I would watch TV alone in the room.

Of course, I also envied those scenes on TV where handsome men and beautiful women embraced
passionately. I longed for a handsome man to hold me tightly in his arms, kiss me,
and caress me…

But thoughts are one thing, actions are another; I just didn't have that kind of luck.
Forget handsome men, I didn't even get an ordinary rural boy.

Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was these special circumstances and environment that
led me, a naive girl, to satisfy my innocent desires and end up in my stepfather's arms.

The countryside is so deserted now; all the young men have gone out to work.

After my father died, I followed my mother to this village after she remarried.
I've never seen a boy my age; all
I see are older men.

At this age, our sexual desires are very strong, so I had no choice
but to sleep with my stepfather, this old man, a few times. Who knows what the future holds?

My stepfather returned early from selling vegetables in the city.

He hurriedly unloaded the donkey cart, ran into the house, and hugged me tightly,
kissing and caressing me. Ignoring his fatigue from the day, he pressed me down onto the kang (a
heated brick bed), then pulled up my clothes, revealing my two large, white breasts. He
then pulled down my pants, exposing my genitals and buttocks,
before pulling his own pants down to his thighs and pressing himself against me.

Soon, my vagina was wet, and his enormous penis parted my labia,
penetrating deeply inside me.

Instinctively, I parted my legs slightly, arched my back, and hugged him tightly.

A young girl and an old man, two naked bodies,
were locked in intertwined on the earthen kang in this remote rural area.

My stepfather was in his early fifties. But somehow, I didn't find him repulsive.
His eyes were bright, his muscles were well-developed, and his penis was very large,
thrusting powerfully inside me, making me feel incredibly comfortable.
For someone like me, who disliked studying, loved to eat and play, and was empty and lonely, this was a kind of comfort.

I liked this comfort. I liked his powerful thrusting.
He thrust once, I groaned, and this repeated, becoming a blissful rhythm.

I simply pulled down one pant leg, spreading my legs wide.

My entire vulva was exposed to him, and I raised my legs high,
forming a V-shape, trying my best to meet my stepfather's thrusts, letting him pump and
climax wildly, because it was a kind of mutual support.

My mother wasn't home, and I didn't have a boyfriend; we both needed this,
perhaps it was just human instinct.
In the words of the villagers, it was like: a ram fucking a ewe—smug and triumphant.
My stepfather fucked me wildly for a while before ejaculating.

He had so much semen, it seemed to fill my vagina completely.
When his penis was pulled out, my vagina was overflowing with semen.
Watching the white semen flow out of my hole, it looked like cream.

He grabbed a towel and stuffed it between my legs, and
I used that towel to wipe my genitals repeatedly.
A few white hairs from a handkerchief were stuck to my dark pubic hair.

My stepfather started cooking, and the food was ready quickly. We sat down at the kang table to eat.
My stepfather liked to drink a little wine, and he let me have a few sips. The wine was a bit sweet
and a bit spicy, but it felt quite pleasant, so I drank a few more sips.
I felt my face getting a little hot, but this warm feeling was actually quite nice.

Before it was completely dark, my stepfather locked the door, pulled the covers over me, and tucked me into bed,
holding my naked body tightly.
He pressed his chest against my breasts, saying he really liked my breasts, smooth and cool . Then he kissed them,
like a baby nursing, taking my nipple into his mouth.
I felt good too, but after all, it was my stepfather suckling his stepdaughter's breast.

We never worried about being disturbed. Since my stepfather married my mother,
he had cut off all ties with his relatives, and no one ever visited.
The neighbors also looked down on him.

Because all his relatives and friends opposed his marriage to my mother,
they all called him: Yan Dahu. Dahu, meaning "big tiger."

The problem is that after the marriage, he not only had to take care of my mother and me, but also support my brother's university education.
This is not something any man could do. But he did it.

I am very grateful to him. I always felt that he had taken over from my father to continue supporting our family,
which was not easy. Now that my mother is not at home, it is only right for me to take her place, let him have sex with me,
relieve his sexual hunger, and keep him company through this difficult night.
I consider myself a girl with a conscience, and this is the only way I can repay him.

My stepfather, Yan Dahu, not only has a good body, but also a good penis.
No matter when, his penis is always hard. As long as a woman needs it,
he can penetrate her anytime, whether he ejaculates or not is another matter.

When he slept with his mother, he would often ejaculate after intercourse,
then insert his penis into her vagina, and the two would fall asleep embracing.
His mother seemed to enjoy sleeping with his large penis between her legs; it was a source of happiness for her.

Whenever they turned over or separated, his penis would be pulled out of her vagina
with a "thud."

I remember it was a moonlit night. I woke up in the middle of the night to pee, and
in the moonlight, I saw my stepfather and mother naked, tightly embracing each other.
A surge of panic rushed through me, and I got up, making a noise that woke them both.
They quickly separated and grabbed the blankets,
but I could still clearly see my stepfather's penis being pulled out of my mother's vagina.
My mother even let out a soft "ouch"...

Now, my stepfather was holding me, and we were lying in bed. He was holding me like he was holding my mother,
and we were intertwined at the base of our thighs.
He had inserted his enormous penis all the way into my vagina, and I was holding him tightly.
He had worked hard all day, and then we had sex again, so he must have been exhausted.
He quickly fell asleep.

I held his strong body tightly, his huge penis inside me,
and the feeling was unique.
It seemed sweet,
peaceful, and
pleasurable.

He woke up in the middle of the night and got up to drink some water.
When he pulled his penis out of my vagina, it made a "thud" sound.
I woke up with a "ouch." After

he finished urinating, he returned to the bed, climbed on top of me, and started touching my breasts and
genitals. Then he hugged me tightly, kissed my mouth, and
pushed his hard penis between my thighs. I knew what he was going to do,
so I spread my legs and used my hands to pry open my labia.

He pinched his thick, large penis and aimed it at my vagina before inserting it .
I held his buttocks tightly, letting him penetrate deeper.

He started thrusting in and out, harder and harder, making me scream, making my whole body itch,
making my limbs go limp, making me feel like I was dying and being reborn.
I knew my expression at that moment must have been very ugly.
That's the happiest expression a woman can have.

My whole body felt numb and tingling, and I quickly reached orgasm. My whole body trembled, my legs were stiff,
and my toes were also very tense. He felt my whole body stiffen and straighten up, and I was moaning loudly.
Seeing my performance, he went even more vigorously, almost frantically.

An indescribable feeling of pleasure came over me. It came, I was going to die.
I desperately tried to pinch his arm and bite his shoulder.
What was this feeling? I can't describe it, but it was incredibly pleasurable.

His muscles were so well-developed that I couldn't pinch or bite him no matter what.
My frenzy stimulated him, and he couldn't control himself anymore. He roared, thrust hard,
ejaculated, and then lay still on top of me.

His body was too heavy, making it hard for me to breathe, so I quickly pushed him off.
I lay on my side, my back to him, savoring the feeling, and I felt a little embarrassed.

He lay quietly behind me for a while, then started playing with my buttocks,
spreading my labia with his hands, and then inserting his penis into my buttocks from behind again.
I thought he wanted to fuck me again, so I sat back hard to let his penis penetrate deeper.
But he only thrust a few times before falling asleep holding my buttocks.

In the morning, we went crazy again. His penis was especially hard in the morning,
like a bull. Every thrust made me grunt and groan,
and the small earthen bed creaked.

He was worried that he would hurt me, and kept asking me if it hurt, if I could take it.
I told him it was no problem, that girls are born to be fucked by men, that I was willing, and that I enjoyed it.
I also found it strange that a girl's vagina was so resistant to being fucked.

Happiness is always short-lived. My mother was coming back. My stepfather didn't go to the city to sell vegetables today.
He had cleaned the house and prepared the food early in the morning, and we were waiting in the house together.

He kept going out to look around, peering towards the village entrance. The rural streets were always deserted during the day;
he saw nothing, not even a glimpse of his mother.

He rushed back inside and hugged me, kissing and touching me frantically, his ears constantly listening outside
like a thief. He'd go out again to check.

Seeing no one on the street, he came back inside and held me close, reaching for my breasts.
In his passion, he even slipped his hand inside my pants, grabbing my pubic hair
and inserting his fingers into my vagina several times.

Of course, I didn't object; I knew my mother would be back soon.
After that, my opportunities with my stepfather wouldn't be many.

I couldn't help but reach between his legs and touch his crotch; his large penis was already erect.
I simply slipped my hand inside his pants and wrapped it around his penis.
His hips moved rhythmically, making his penis slide in my hand.
I knew he still wanted to have sex with me again, but we both knew it was impossible
. Once my mother came in, it would be troublesome.
There wouldn't be time to put his pants back on.
Mom finally came home.

The moment she entered the house, her stepfather embraced her. I knew he was still in the throes of passion,
because he had just been hugging me, his fingers still inside my vagina.
Now, facing Mom, whom he hadn't seen for days, he was trying to rekindle their intimacy.

He kissed Mom passionately, even putting his hands inside her breasts. Mom
struggled, pushing his hands away, saying, "No, no, the baby's still inside."
Hearing this, I quickly slipped out the door. What happened inside is easy to imagine.

I walked listlessly along the dirt road in the middle of the village, my mind a jumbled mess.
Although it all happened so suddenly, I was prepared. I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later.
The two of them would inevitably become a legitimate couple. What was I? I was superfluous,
a substitute. Although my stepfather liked me very much, and although his big penis gave me a lot of pleasure,
I knew it wasn't truly mine, and I could never be his wife.
It was a completely twisted relationship, a perverse love.

Recalling how frantically he kissed my mother earlier, I considered two possibilities:
one, he wanted to show my mother his sexual hunger, to convince her
that nothing had happened between my stepfather and me after she left, and that he couldn't wait to see her today.

The other possibility was, as my stepfather said, that young girls and mature women each have different charms.
Young girls are all tight and firm, making it very comfortable for men to have sex with them,
but mature women are all loose and relaxed,
giving men a feeling of floating on clouds.

Those loose muscles, that loose vulva, all soft and yielding,
would make men feel like they were intoxicated.

He also said that Mom has many actions and expressions that we teenage girls can't do.

He also said that if he could pull his big cock
out of my tight little pussy and then thrust it into Mom's soft, big pussy, that would
be a kind of pleasure for a man, a contrasting kind of comfort.

Perhaps there's another possibility: that my stepfather really misses Mom.
He also knows that our sneaky, clandestine sexual games won't last long,
and that it's immoral—it's a perverse relationship after all.
Of course, there are many immoral things in life.
A lone man and woman, under certain conditions, who knows what they might do?

I've heard of sons and mothers, fathers and daughters, and even granddaughters and grandfathers;
I can understand that now.
Humans are, after all, animals.

My mood at this moment is quite calm. I'm not angry, not jealous,
and not helpless; I only feel a sense of bewilderment. I don't know what my future will be like.

I continued walking along the dirt road in the middle of the village, my whole body relaxed.
I felt myself swaying, more like I was doing a swaying dance than walking.
I could feel my breasts heaving and my hips swinging from side to side.
I imagined that if someone were looking from behind, my buttocks would be bouncing up and down.

Suddenly, an Audi appeared behind me with a car horn.
I instinctively ducked to the side of the road, but with a screeching of brakes, the car stopped right beside me.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man leaned out, smiling, and asked, "Where are you going, young lady?"
I turned around and saw it was the village chief. He was the only guest at my mother and stepfather's wedding.

He was in charge of several villages in the vicinity.

I'd heard he'd recently divorced his wife and was now living with his son,
who was only in his twenties and already divorced.
Seeing me staring at him blankly, the village chief added, "Where do you want to go? Do you need me to give you a ride?"
I said, "I don't know where I want to go, I just want to wander around."
He said, "Then get in the car, I'll take you wherever you want to wander
around." I didn't think about anything and got in. It all felt so natural.
The car started.

In the blink of an eye, we were out of the village. The village chief glanced at me and said, "Did you have a fight with your stepfather?"
I quickly said, "No, he's very good to me."
The village chief said, "You look a little unhappy."

I said, "There's nothing unhappy about it, I'm just feeling cooped up at home all day."

He said, "Then I'll take you to the city to have some fun. Just tell me where you want to go, and
I can pay for whatever you want to buy. 　　 "
I knew he was a joker; he had been telling jokes to make me laugh at my stepfather's house that day.
I thought he must be joking with me again.

So I blurted out, "Then you should buy me a nice outfit and a cell phone."
As soon as I said that, I couldn't help but laugh. I even subconsciously covered my mouth.
Unexpectedly, when we arrived in the city, he actually bought me a cell phone and a beautiful outfit.
I was stunned.

I couldn't believe what was happening; I felt like I was dreaming.
I was really embarrassed.

I started to feel grateful to him from the bottom of my heart. He looked at me with a humorous look,
his smiling mouth revealing a set of white teeth, and said, "Where do you want to go? Tell me."
I knew it was real now, so I said, "I heard the dance halls in the city are quite lively. Can you take me to see them?"

When we arrived at the dance hall, the lights were very dim, and the music was rather soothing.
I could vaguely see couples embracing each other, swaying slowly.
The village chief asked me, "Can you dance?"
I said, "No, but if you can lead me,
I can. I'm very good at it."
The village chief took my hand and led me off the dance floor.

He lifted my right hand, put his arm around my waist, and had me put my other hand on his shoulder.
I didn't care about the posture and quickly followed his steps.
The village chief kept praising me, saying, "You're really good! Very good!"

Suddenly, all the lights in the room went out, and I couldn't see anything.
The village chief told me, "Don't be afraid, this is 'Black Four,'
a place specifically for lovers to hug and kiss."

I was really stunned at the time, not knowing what to do. Afraid of bumping into someone,
I pressed my body tightly against him, and he hugged me tightly in return.

I felt his chest squeezing my breasts flat.
But I still felt a strange comfort, and I wrapped my arms around his waist.
Suddenly, the music stopped, the lights came on, and everyone rushed out. That's when I realized the party was over.

The village chief saw that I hadn't had enough fun, so he quickly said, "Let me take you to a karaoke bar for a while longer."
I nodded happily.

When we arrived at the karaoke bar, he ordered a private room and led me inside. The lighting was soft and dim
. He handed me a microphone and asked me to sing. I was really a little embarrassed.

He started singing himself. He had a good voice; he could sing all kinds of songs,
whether popular, folk, or bel canto, he could sing them instantly and with great flair
. Sometimes he even added a few gestures, making me laugh out loud.
He was a middle-aged man with some wrinkles,
but under the soft lighting of the karaoke room, he had a certain dashing charm.
Since it was my first time in a karaoke bar,

I was always too shy to sing, and since he sang so well, I was afraid he would laugh at me.
He quickly noticed my embarrassment and took the microphone from my hand.
Then he said, "Come on, put on some music, let me teach you to dance."
This relieved me.

I just followed him wherever he went; I was very agile.
Even when I occasionally stumbled into him, he seemed quite pleased.
I think he preferred this half-supporting, half-embracing physical contact with me.

Under the soft lights and to the soothing music, we walked around a few times.
His body gradually drew closer to mine; I could feel it, but I didn't resist.
Slowly, he pulled me tightly into his arms.

My whole body was heating up, so I wrapped my arms around his waist.
I slowly raised my head to see his expression, and he suddenly lowered his head and kissed me passionately on the lips.
I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, because his shaved beard
was much cleaner than my stepfather's face.
Neither of us danced anymore. We

just stood there quietly, embracing each other .
His hands moved down from my waist to my
buttocks, grabbing them a few times. Then he hugged my buttocks and
pressed them forcefully against his crotch, my genitals pressed tightly against his.

I could feel that his penis was already very hard.
We instinctively embraced and walked towards the sofa; I knew he wanted to push me down onto it.
But just then, my stomach growled.

He quickly said, "Come on, let me take you to get something to eat. Do you like hot pot or stir-fries?"
I was overjoyed; I hadn't expected such treatment.

After finishing our meal, we left the restaurant, and I felt a little lost again, unsure where to go.
I didn't want to go home; I felt better being with him.
He said as he drove, "Shall we find a place to rest?"
I happily nodded.

He drove into a secluded alley and stopped in front of a row of small two-story buildings.
A small red light was on in front of the door.
We had arrived at a small inn.
The inn was very cramped; it was basically just one room with two floors.
The owners were a young couple who addressed the village chief as "Third Brother," indicating they knew each other well.

He led me upstairs to the room, which was also very narrow, with a double bed and little space on the floor. I thought I heard a noise next door. It turned out the partition was made of fiberboard, and
the sounds from next door were very clear. I became a little nervous.

The village chief said, "You don't need to worry about anything. Nobody here knows anyone, and nobody cares what you do.
Listen, they're doing 'that kind of' thing."

I listened for a while, but couldn't make out what the sound was. Suddenly, the village chief knelt on the bed and
pressed one eye against the fiberboard partition. There was a small hole there.
He peered intently into it and then waved to me, gesturing for me to look.
Curious, I took off my shoes, got on the bed, and knelt in front of the hole, peering carefully.
The village chief placed his hand on my back; I felt his hand was warm and trembling slightly.

Next door, there were two people, a man and a woman, undressing.

The woman quickly took off her top and bra, revealing her breasts. The man quickly pulled down his pants
and underwear, and a penis sprang out between his legs. Seeing this,
my face flushed instantly.
I sensed they already knew there were people next door.

But they didn't care, chatting and laughing, and quickly stripped naked. Seeing those two naked bodies, I
instantly felt a surge of heat, my whole body burning. It was a middle-aged man and a little girl.
The man's penis was already very erect.

Suddenly, the girl knelt down and took the man's penis
into her mouth, starting to suckle. The man stood upright, eyes closed, making "hehe" sounds,
occasionally touching the girl's breasts, buttocks, and vulva.
The man's "ah" sounds grew louder and louder, as if deliberately for us to hear.
Suddenly, he pushed the girl onto the bed, and she lay back,
quickly spreading her legs. The man knelt between her legs, his penis already swollen.

The girl parted her labia herself, and
the man, holding his large penis, thrust it in with a whoosh.
The girl cried out "Ah!" and clung tightly to him. My body grew hotter and hotter,
my heart pounded, and I felt my genitals were wet.
And the wetness wouldn't stop.

The man began thrusting into the girl, his penis
repeatedly withdrawing and re-entering her. The girl started screaming, her cries growing louder and louder,
seemingly oblivious to the presence of others in the room.

Behind me, the village chief appeared to be unzipping his pants, making noise,
but the two men next door were engrossed in their act, ignoring everything happening in our room.
Their noise grew increasingly louder, banging the bed loudly as if the floorboards were shaking.

The girl's screams became piercing.

With each thrust, the girl's body arched upwards; her eyes were tightly closed.
Her face was twitching. She was grimacing.
My pussy was sore, I couldn't take it anymore.
My body started to writhe, and I felt wetness flowing from my genitals.

At that moment, I felt the village chief kneeling behind me.

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