[Father-in-law's Redemption][Chapters 1-4][Cold Feet] - Incest Novel

Author: Cold Feet Word Count: 10942 If Heaven opens its eyes, please bring the green mountains back to my side. Since Heaven is unfaithful, let me die in the land of colorful clouds. When my father-in-law passed away, I screamed hysterically. In Dali Ancient City, there is no spring, summer, autumn, or winter; every day seems the same—the same longing, the same unbearable pain, day after day. In the smoke-filled room, I pondered: without the passion my father-in-law gave me, I might have only become an ordinary housewife, or a promiscuous woman. My father-in-law gave me the sunshine of life and the yearning for the future. Why did he leave me forever just when I had found myself again and begun to love life? I hate these memories. In an accident in Yunnan, my father-in-law, to save me, buried himself forever in the land of colorful clouds, our paradise. I am not a good woman; this is related to my family. My father abandoned my mother and me when I was young, marrying his secretary. From then on, I fell from a fairytale world into endless darkness. Back then, I lived in the town government compound. My father was a member of the town's leadership team, and my mother worked in the town's finance office. We had a happy family. Also living in the compound was the town mayor, Ma Qingshan, my father's superior and the man I loved most in my life. In 1985, when I was just ten years old, I came home from school one day and heard my parents arguing outside the door. That was the moment my parents' marriage came to a complete end. My father married his secretary, heartlessly abandoning us and running away. His secretary was truly a bewitching woman. At the time, I was filled with resentment and even had the urge to kill. But I never imagined that years later, I would also become a bewitching woman, and do something even more despicable: marry my father-in-law. After my parents' divorce, we suffered greatly. Without a man's support, it was difficult for us to hold our heads high in the town government compound. My young mother was gentle and refined, and many men began to relentlessly harass her. We were powerless to resist and could only constantly hide. At that time, my future father-in-law, Ma Qingshan, was like a mountain, sheltering my mother and me from the storms of life and providing me with a relatively healthy environment to grow up in. I remember him saying to my mother, "Zhou (my mother's name is Zhou Hong), just stay in the compound and relax. As long as I, Ma Qingshan, am here, no one can bully you two!" At that time, my father-in-law was not yet 30 years old, but he was already the local official in our town. He had returned from the front lines and was one of China's earliest special forces officers. Later, I learned that my father-in-law's family had a family tradition of "Fanziquan" (a style of Chinese martial arts), and from the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, they had always been a famous martial arts family. This was one of the reasons why the people in the town loved him. Although I had my father-in-law's support, the year was tough, and my mother had to shoulder the burden of the family alone, so life was not easy. I could only study hard to change my fate. Hard work pays off, and in 1992, I was admitted to a teacher's college in my province. It was thanks to my father-in-law's help that I was able to graduate smoothly. In 1995, I graduated and started working as a primary school teacher in my town. Like all educated youth, I was full of hope and dreams for the future. That same year, I happily married Ma Qiang, the son of Ma Qingshan. Partly out of gratitude, and partly out of naive fantasy, I married him, believing he would be a strong and upright man like my father-in-law. Unfortunately, just days after my marriage, my mother-in-law passed away from a sudden heart attack, and I was immediately labeled a jinx. My husband, Ma Qiang, also blamed me, saying I had brought pain to his family. I was furious; we had only just married, and he treated me like this. I argued with him and cried. Later, my father-in-law found out and called my husband to apologize, but he refused. In a fit of anger, my father-in-law slapped him, knocking him to the ground. Ma Qiang struggled to his feet and stormed out of the house that night. I had never seen my father-in-law hit anyone before. This was the first time he had hit someone since he was discharged from the army, and it was his own son, and it was for me, his daughter-in-law. Ma Qiang's attitude made me feel wronged, and the joy of my newlywed life vanished. I didn't eat that night, feeling hopeless, my ideals for the future shattered, but I respected my father-in-law even more. At that time, I didn't love him, just respected him. Around 7 pm, I secretly ran back to my parents' house. Because it was the end of the month, my mother was working overtime and hadn't come home yet. I felt exhausted, so I went to my bedroom alone and cried myself to sleep. When I woke up, it was already past 10 pm. When I got up to get some water, I heard a man's voice coming from my mother's room, which shocked me greatly. In the feudal society at that time, this was unbelievable. I didn't dare to make a sound, and quietly eavesdropped at my mother's door. "Sister Zhou, Xiaofang (I take my mother's surname, Zhou Huifang) is married, and there's no one else at home. What are you afraid of turning on the light?" Just from that one sentence, I recognized the voice immediately. It was our neighbor, and also my mother's boss at work—Qiao Fugui, the director of the town's finance office. Actually, Qiao Fugui was a benefactor to our family. Besides my father-in-law, he had helped us the most over the years. He was good to my mother at work, and always gave us extra benefits during holidays. But why was he in my mother's room? Could his help have been premeditated? "Fugui, don't turn on the light. I feel this is already outrageous. If you turn on the light again, I can't live like this," my mother whispered. My mother was only 43 years old at the time. In my memory, she was always so gentle and soft-spoken, especially after my parents' divorce. Going to work and taking care of me became her whole life. It's strange, though. When did she get together with Qiao Fugui? Besides, Qiao Fugui was no match for my mother at all. Although she was over 40, she maintained a very good figure, especially her breasts. When we bathed together, I was always envious of her figure and often joked, "When will I grow up to be like you?" My mother would shyly tell me, "When you have children, they will grow bigger too. My current figure is partly thanks to you!" In the relatively conservative environment of the time, my mother often wore a black dress that went past her calves. Her fair legs and delicate feet always attracted men's attention in the courtyard and on the street. Many neighbors sighed, "Xiao Fang's father was really blind back then. Look at Xiao Fang's mother, she's over 40 and still so beautiful. Her father must have been bewitched by a vixen." Qiao Fugui was dressed like a typical nouveau riche. I remember he was about two years younger than my mother, the same age as my father-in-law. He was short and stocky, with dark skin and a protruding, decaying belly. Both were leaders in the town, but my father-in-law was still as robust as a young man, like a tall, straight poplar tree, while Qiao Fugui was just a fat pig. I really don't know how my mother could have fallen for him. "My dear Sister Zhou, let me take a good look at your son. I'll make it up to you later and serve you well!" Qiao Fugui said anxiously. "What's so interesting? You've touched them before, and your wife's isn't small either. If you want to see something, go home and look at her." "It's different. Since the first time I slept with you, I haven't really looked at your body properly. Besides, you're mine now, what's there to be ashamed of?" "You have the nerve to say that! If you hadn't taken advantage of me while I was drunk, I wouldn't be living like this now, constantly worried that someone will find out I slept with a married man. You bastard, you've ruined my reputation!" It turned out that my mother had been violated by Qiao Fugui. I was instantly enraged and wanted to break down the door and take Qiao Fugui to the police station, but his conversation with my mother made me change my mind. "Don't be so heartless. Who called me this afternoon, asking me to come over tonight? They said they wanted to let me have my way with their body. How can you change your mind so easily?" "I just changed my mind. If you say that again, I won't let you touch me. If you hadn't ruined me three times that day, I wouldn't be thinking about this all the time. I've gotten used to not having a man around for the past ten years, but ever since you ruined my body, I can't control myself. I can't even concentrate at work, I'm always thinking about that wicked thing of yours. Why is it so bad, making me think about it every day?" My mother actually initiated the meeting with Qiao Fugui. How could this be? "Since you feel empty, let's be open about it. Our good days are yet to come. If you don't completely let go now, it'll be no fun. With such a good body, how many more years of good times do you have? Don't wait until we're old and don't have the energy to play anymore." "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm too old? Then don't come here anymore, go find your wife!" "What are you hearing? My wife doesn't have a body as nice and fair as yours. Right now, you're like a ripe peach, I want to devour you whole." "You're all talk. Ouch, stop pinching my nipples, they hurt." "Okay, Sister Zhou, just let me turn on the light. Nobody's home anyway, I'll make you fly in a minute!""I said no, and that's final. If you don't want to come, then leave!" My mother was defending her last shred of dignity. "Fine, Zhou Hong, I'm leaving now. Just keep pretending. At least when I go home, I'll have a wife to sleep with. You can just masturbate all by yourself." Qiao Fugui probably thought he had my mother figured out, and started acting spoiled. I silently begged in my heart: Mom, don't say anything, let him get out of our house quickly. But then, my mother's words shattered my illusions: "Fugui, don't go. You've stripped me naked and left me hanging here. I'm already feeling conflicted. Don't be so heartless." I never expected my mother to say such undignified things. "You're the one who told me to leave. If you want me to stay, you have to completely listen to me. Turn on the light." With a "snap," my mother actually turned on the dim red bedside lamp, and a lewd light shone out from the crack in the door. "You bastard, I've given you my body, can't you be a little more considerate? You're really bullying me..." His mother's aggrieved words sounded like a battle cry to Fugui, urging him to launch a frenzied attack. "Hong, my Hong-jie, my darling, how could I bully you? I just want to see your fair and tender body clearly, I'll give you some pleasure right now." After saying this, his mother's exclamation came from inside the room, sounding very excited. "Fugui, don't lick there! It's where I pee, it's unhygienic!" "Sister Zhou, your pussy isn't dirty. My wife's pussy is already as black as a rotten persimmon, yours is like a purple rose, you can tell it hasn't been used much. You don't know how beautiful your labia are. I'll lick it properly for you. Tell me, since your husband left home, have you been with anyone else?" "Don't ask, just do it already." His mother's tone sounded somewhat impatient. "Why are you being disobedient again? Will you talk or not!" Fugui asked angrily. "Oh, my good Fugui, my good little brother, don't bite my little bean. That's my most delicate place. How can you bite it? I'll tell you everything you ask. Don't bite me." The mother's voice clearly contained a sob. "Hehe, if you don't tell me, I'll lick you all night until you're so wet down there. Tell me, I want to hear it." After Fugui finished speaking, the sound of a dog drinking water came from inside the room again. "You're just bullying me. If I had been with someone else, would I have so much water down there? You don't know how lucky you are. All these years, I've been alone and tried not to think about these things. Why would I be with someone else! Since I met you, you've completely ignited the fire down there. You still don't believe me, you heartless bastard. If you don't believe me, then don't come into my room again. Not a single drop of my water will be yours." The mother said aggrievedly. "I've already given you my pussy, can't you see how much I love you? Let me tell you, I've never even tasted my wife's pussy. It's only you, this alluring pussy, I'll make you rotten, make you heartless, make you talk about me!" "Oh, Fugui, my good little brother, I dare not say anything to you. I know you love me. Am I that good down there? How come you can't get enough of it? Hehe, good Fugui, I love you too. If you were my man, I would wash my pussy clean every day, and you could eat it as much as you want! I've even risked my reputation. If I get wild today, you can't laugh at me, or I won't live." Is this still my mother? Is this still that pitiful woman? When I was with Ma Qiang, we weren't as unrestrained as they were. Every time, I would lie down, and Ma Qiang would rub my pussy a few times with his fingers before inserting himself. Afterwards, he would usually kiss my breasts. But from the conversation between my mother and Qiao Fugui, I seemed to understand another world of sex. "Ah, Fugui, are you trying to fuck me to death? Go in gently, my pussy isn't as good as your wife's rotten cunt that you've been using for over twenty years. Go easy, ah, Fugui, I'm telling you to go easy, can you listen to me?" They had gotten down to business, and it seemed that Qiao Fugui had directly inserted his penis into his mother's vagina. "Alright, you're over 40, still pretending to be a virgin. If I'm gentle, will you even feel good? But Sister Hong, your pussy is really tight and wet, it's just as good as a young girl's. I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death, fuck you to death, you pretentious old slut." "You bastard, you were just eager to eat my pussy, and now you're calling me an old slut. Oh, it feels so good, Fugui, is my pussy beautiful or not? Do you love it? Does it hurt?" "Beautiful, your pussy isn't an old slut, it's a new slut. I love it. I'm going to fuck it every day from now on, fuck it until it's an old slut, a slut, a cheap slut." "Oh, oh, I hate you, Fugui, quickly put your tongue in my mouth, I'm about to come." Then came the sounds of two people sobbing and kissing from inside the room, along with the creaking of the wooden bed, growing faster and faster, even faster than when Ma Qiang and I were making love. As I listened to Qiao Fugui cursing my mother, I inexplicably became wet. "Fugui, Fugui, Fugui, Fugui, Fugui, I'm going to die, ah, I'm going to lose myself, I'm going to lose myself..." My mother called out "Fugui's" name five times in a row, accompanied by five creaking sounds from the wooden bed, all in sync. Then, my mother and Qiao Fugui cried out together, and the sounds stopped abruptly. A few minutes later! "You stinky Fugui, you've already ejaculated on my belly, how annoying!" My mother said to Qiao Fugui with a satisfied, coquettish tone. "This is good stuff, high in protein. I'll put it on your breasts, it'll make them bigger, hehe." "Stop messing around, I have no strength left. Go to the bathroom and get some toilet paper, let me wipe myself, okay? I'm already exhausted from your dryness." Hearing this, I quickly tiptoed back to my bedroom, gently locking the door. My lower body was incredibly uncomfortable. When I woke up the next day, it was already ten in the morning. Because it was Sunday, I didn't set an alarm and slept in. After eating a little something, I don't know what drove me, but I ended up going into my mother's room. My mother is a very clean person; the bed had been made, but there was a dried white stain on the sheet, particularly noticeable. I knew my mother had a habit of writing in a diary, and I had all the house keys. When I opened my mother's bedside table, I couldn't find the diary. I searched every corner of the living room and bedroom again, but still couldn't find it. I had to go into my mother's room once more. This time, I saw that the wooden cabinet under the bed where old clothes were kept was open. Excitedly, I finally found my mother's diary. June 20th, Sunny. Today is Xiaofang's wedding day. Seeing my daughter have found her own home, I felt a pang of sadness. I told myself: Zhou Hong, you will have to face life alone from now on. July 2nd, Cloudy. Xiaofang called to say she was going to work tomorrow. I asked her how her wedding felt, and she told me it was both tiring and blissful. I know what she meant by "tired." After all, I was young once too. I truly hope she will be happy forever and have children soon. I'm also ready to be a grandmother. July 5th, Sunny. Tonight, Director Qiao brought me fruit, a perk from the finance office. I was wearing slippers and pajamas. Looking at Qiao Fugui's eyes, I knew he had ulterior motives. I'd noticed before, and I always felt disgusted, especially by Qiao Fugui's aggressive gaze. But today, I felt an inexplicable anticipation, a hope that something would happen, yet also a fear. July 6th, sunny. Director Qiao called and told me to print out the town's first-half funding plan and bring it to him. Before going, I inexplicably went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, noticing the crow's feet around my eyes were quite noticeable. Thinking about how I'd been widowed from 33 to 43, I felt truly wronged. When I handed the form to his office, he asked me to explain it to him. I had to, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, he touched my buttocks. My heart felt like a stone thrown into a calm lake, never to find peace again. July 8th, light rain. It rained when I left work today, and I forgot my umbrella. Old Joe parked his car in front of me and asked me to come home with him. Without much thought, I sat in the passenger seat. On the way, Old Joe told a story: There was a widow who lived with her son. She was captured by a band of bandits and taken to a mountain, becoming their chieftain's wife, and was separated from her son. At first, the widow contemplated suicide on the mountain, but the bandit leader was skilled in bed and soon developed feelings for her. Later, the widow's son grew up to become a general and was ordered to wipe out the bandits. Seeing that the chieftain's wife was beautiful, he took pity on her and brought her home as his concubine. One day, by chance, the widow recognized her son, but the general was unaware of the truth, and the widow dared not reveal it. She continued to serve her son as his wife, and surprisingly, she gave birth to another child. Her second son grew up to become a top scholar in the imperial examinations. Her two sons, one a scholar and the other a warrior, were both top scholars in both fields. After Old Joe finished speaking, I felt uneasy. This was too much; before I knew it, my face was flushed. Old Joe secretly placed his hand on my thigh, caressing my full legs through my long skirt. I longed for it.But I didn't dare, so I could only speak up to stop him. Seeing that I didn't actually resist, Old Qiao went further, using his short fingers to lift my skirt. I felt my heart burning; he was so bold! I didn't know if he continued like this and I would wet the car seat down there—that would be so embarrassing. Luckily, it wasn't far from home. After getting off the bus, I quickly ran back. My lower body was incredibly itchy. Am I really such a slut? July 10th, sunny. Today I lost my virginity. I could have stopped him, but I let Qiao Fugui take advantage of me three times. But I don't regret it. I should live for myself this time. This afternoon, my colleague Xiao Zhang had a wedding celebration. I sat at a table with my colleagues from the office. We hadn't had a get-together in a long time, so we drank a lot. It had been ten years since my divorce. My colleagues had never seen me drink before. They noticed I looked different today and were curious. They all said my face looked younger and prettier after drinking. I was very happy. Although I'm 43, what woman doesn't like compliments from other men? As the drinking continued, my stomach started to feel nauseous, probably because I hadn't drunk alcohol for years. I had to pretend to be unable to hold my liquor and avoid the drinks they offered. Qiao Fugui started to shield me from the drinks, and at that moment, I felt it was so nice to have a man by my side, even someone like Qiao Fugui. We drank until after 8 p.m. before Qiao Fugui helped me into the car. I could have easily walked home by myself, but I don't know why I gave Qiao Fugui the opportunity. Maybe deep down, I longed for this man to possess me. When we got home, I still pretended to be unconscious, but I knew clearly that Qiao Fugui carried me into the bedroom, took off my shoes, and even held my feet in his hands, smelling them and chuckling. Qiao Fugui patted my calf and said, "Sister Zhou, are you feeling better? Would you like some water?" I didn't answer. If I was going to pretend to be drunk, I might as well go all the way. Seeing that I didn't respond, Qiao Fugui grew bolder and reached out to touch my legs. I felt incredibly uncomfortable, especially when his fingers brushed against my underwear and gently massaged my genitals. It felt like my lower body was on fire. I couldn't make a sound, so I pretended to naturally spread my legs slightly, hoping he would go further. Unexpectedly, Qiao Fugui abandoned my wet genitals, climbed on top of me, and used his tongue to pry open my lips. I immediately felt a strong smell of alcohol and masculinity assaulting my brain. I didn't need to exert any force, yet I could clearly feel his tongue swirling wildly in my mouth, and my saliva dripped down my cheeks and neck. After a few minutes, I had come to like Qiao Fugui's tongue. I even gently touched his tongue with mine a few times. Every time Qiao Fugui noticed this reaction, he assumed it was a natural physical need, and he would get even more excited and suck my tongue into his mouth harder. Unconsciously, I began to moan. Just then, Qiao Fugui unbuttoned my shirt, and my breasts, under his manipulation, popped out of my bra. To be honest, my breasts are really big; my daughter often looks at them with envy as she grows up. When I shower, I can clearly see the bluish veins and red capillaries in my breasts, but now, my breasts, which I'm so proud of, are being wantonly played with in Qiao Fugui's dark hands. He even stretched out two fingers and pinched my nipples with both hands, pulling them upwards. I felt my whole heart being lifted up by him. My lovely breasts were suffering his merciless torment, and I seemed to somewhat enjoy this feeling. "Sister Zhou, your breasts are fucking hot. Can I have a couple of bites? If you agree, don't say anything. If you don't agree, just say you don't agree. Oh, you really agree? Good Sister Zhou, I've been sucking your breasts for a while now. I'm going to get my fill today." Qiao Fugui knew I wouldn't respond, yet he deliberately said these things to an unconscious woman. I could only try my best to pretend to be asleep, but I knew my body would betray me. What should I do? Sure enough, he opened his blood-red mouth and took a third of my breast into his mouth. I could feel my nipple touching his throat. I finally let out a soft "Mmm." Although it was very soft, Qiao Fugui heard it. He immediately stood by the bedside, straightened his clothes, and after a few seconds, seeing that I still didn't react, he pounced on my breasts again, stimulating my nipples with his tongue. At first, he used the tip of his tongue to tease my nipples back and forth. I felt my nipples quickly harden from his stimulation, standing erect in the air. "Sister Zhou, how come your nipples are like a little girl's, able to stand up on their own? Looks like I've found a treasure. Let me lick them properly for you. Don't scream anymore, or I won't care. I'm going to fuck you today." Then, he gently circled my nipples with the tip of his tongue, but didn't touch them, just tracing the areola. This feeling made me feel empty inside. The more I longed for him to touch my nipples, the less satisfied I became. I could only pretend to turn slightly to the side. Finally, finally, he sucked on my nipple again, like a daughter suckling when she was little, sucking and sucking. My breasts rose and fell with his sucking motion. About two minutes later, this bastard suddenly used the tip of his tongue to push my nipple back into my breast. I lost control of my emotions and cried out, "Ah!" This time, Qiao Fugui didn't run away. He just paused for a few seconds without moving, then used his tongue to push my nipple back into my breast again. I still couldn't control myself and cried out "Ah!" again. Qiao Fugui got pleasure from my cries. He pushed my nipple back into my breast a third time. Actually, I didn't feel as stimulated as the first two times. I just hummed softly. Qiao Fugui didn't seem satisfied that he didn't hear me cry out. The fourth time, he increased the force and forcefully poked the tip of his tongue into my nipple. I felt like my heart was being pierced by him, and I cried out again. Next, Qiao Fugui, like a storm, poked my nipple dozens of times with his tongue. I cried out dozens of times as well, but I didn't open my eyes the whole time. "Sister Zhou, say something if you're awake. I don't believe you can still sleep." I didn't dare to make a sound, waiting for his next move. Qiao Fugui lifted my buttocks, unbuckled my belt, and along with my underwear, my lower body was exposed to him naked. Fortunately, the light wasn't on, but the dim light from the window still made it clear that he was staring intently into my eyes, like a wolf, and I was like a skinned sheep, unable to move or make a sound. For some reason, Qiao Fugui took my silk scarf, covered my eyes, and lifted my upper body, leaning against his chest. We were both half-lying on the bed, his penis pressed against my buttocks, and his legs hooked around my legs, trying to open them as wide as possible. My vagina was completely exposed, and I could feel the fluid inside slowly, slowly sliding down my inner thighs onto the sheets. Suddenly, Qiao Fugui whispered in my ear, "Sister Zhou, I'm going to touch your pussy with my hand. Do you agree? If you do, just give a soft 'hmm.' If you don't, just pretend I didn't say anything." I definitely couldn't make a sound. Even if he knew I was awake, I couldn't admit it. But then, I still gave myself away. Qiao Fugui didn't hear me, so he continued to knead my breasts with his left hand, while his right hand repeatedly tapped my inner thigh with his fingers. The pressure wasn't great, but it felt incredibly itchy. Every time he reached my vulva, he would move his hand away. My heart was being played with by him. I began to crave the insertion of his fingers, and my vaginal fluid was continuously dripping down my inner thigh. "Hmm," I finally couldn't hold back anymore and sent out a distress signal. But Qiao Fugui seemed not to hear, continuing to tap back and forth on the inside of my thighs. I hummed in response again, and he actually removed his hands, simply holding me gently, and asked, "Sister Zhou, did you deliberately let me touch your pussy just now? If you really want me to fuck you, just hum again." I had no choice; I was completely out of control at this point: "Mmm." I needed his penetration, penetration into my wet, fleshy hole. I am a woman, a widow for ten years. My emptiness, my loneliness, my needs have been ignited. I have nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide. But Qiao Fugui remained unmoved, breathing into my ear and saying, "I'm afraid I'll misunderstand. If you really agree, just hum three times, and I'll let you touch me properly." "Mmm, mmm, mmm!" I was beyond saving. "Okay, Sister Zhou, I understand your heart." After saying that, Qiao Fugui's hands slid down to my fair body, resting on my vulva. His right middle finger rubbed back and forth on my clitoris. I was going to die, I was really going to die. My lower body felt so empty, so empty. I could barely control myself and cried out. With a "whoosh," Qiao Fugui inserted his middle finger into my already overflowing vulva, just as I had been waiting for. Then came the frenzied thrusting. The contrast was too great, and it instantly overwhelmed my heart.My defenses completely crumbled. After he thrust into me a dozen times, I shuddered, my vagina tightening around his fingers still inside me, and I reached orgasm. Qiao Fugui was experienced; he knew I had just lost my virginity and seemed quite pleased. "Sister Zhou, you're so easily satisfied. But this excites me. Let's rest for a bit, and I'll play with your tender hole again later." I felt my desires being unleashed. A few minutes later, my lower body burned again. Qiao Fugui was now naked. This time, he didn't hug me from behind; instead, he carried me to the edge of the bed, letting my upper body lie on the bed, my breasts swaying back and forth, while my legs were hoisted onto his shoulders. My vagina was only a few centimeters from his head. I felt like I had no secrets left in Qiao Fugui's eyes. "Sister Zhou, if you agree to continue playing with your wet hole now, you should moan five times. Otherwise, I'm afraid of misunderstandings." He started to tormenting me again. "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm!" It didn't matter anymore. I'd already been played with like this once, I didn't care about a second time. "Okay, Sister Zhou, this time it might be a little more exciting. I'll use two fingers. If you can't control yourself, just scream. Anyway, I already know you're awake, so stop pretending." Two fingers were almost as thick as a normal adult's penis, just not as long. My vagina, empty for ten years, was completely defeated by Qiao Fugui's two fingers. At first, he used the index and middle fingers of one hand to turn my labia minora to the sides, while the index and middle fingers of the other hand kept wriggling at my vaginal opening, not entering my empty vagina, but just dipping into the vaginal fluid that had just flowed out of my body. In the end, his entire palm was covered with it, I could feel it. Then, he suddenly kissed my smooth, white thighs repeatedly, and then drew a cross on the inside of my thighs with his tongue. Just as I felt weak all over, his fingers, covered in my vaginal fluid, suddenly plunged into my vagina. I couldn't help but cry out, clearly uttering two words: "It hurts." Qiao Fugui must have heard me. While rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out of my vagina, he asked, "Sister Zhou, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again." I wasn't falling for it. I gritted my teeth and remained silent, gripping the sheets tightly as he repeatedly thrust into my tender flower. Seeing that I didn't react, Qiao Fugui suddenly started rubbing my clitoris with his other hand. The forceful kneading made my legs tremble uncontrollably. This time, I didn't last long either. I felt a surge of heat gushing from my lower body, and with a long sigh, I lost myself once again. Qiao Fugui didn't stop, he just slowed down the speed of his finger thrusting in and out, very slowly, gently. His other hand, using only his thumb, tapped lightly on my clitoris, but I had no strength left, and tears involuntarily streamed down my face. Fugui heard my cries, withdrew his fingers from my vagina, and carried me back to the middle of the bed. He removed the silk scarf covering my eyes and asked, "Sister Zhou, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I nestled into his arms, shaking my head and remaining silent. "What happened? Say something, or I'll leave now. Don't be angry." "No, am I a cheap woman? You've made me lose myself twice with just your fingers. I feel so cheap." "Hong, don't cry. How could I think you're cheap? I've liked you for a long time, but I have a family and didn't dare express it. You reach orgasm easily, which means you're easily moved. Don't worry, tonight, I won't touch you again. I'll continue to treat you well in the future." The man's embrace was so warm; I felt so exhausted. "Fugui, I'll let you have sex with me again today, but you have to keep it a secret forever. We can never have this kind of relationship again. I'm a divorced widow, and you have a family and a career. It wouldn't be good for you if something happened." "No, I still want to continue doing it with you. I'm not afraid of others knowing. I love you. I've loved you for ten years, and I will continue to love you." He loves me! He actually said he loves me! I thought he was just playing with me, but I never expected that a man would say he loves me! I am, after all, a woman, a woman who is moved by love. I made Fugui lie down and gently rubbed his penis with my hand. Soon, his penis was hard as a pillar, about 12 centimeters long, about the same size as my ex-husband's, but Fugui's seemed to be thicker. I hadn't been penetrated by a man for ten years, and I didn't know if my penis could adapt to it all at once. I straddled Fugui, slowly bringing my vaginal opening close to his erect penis. My vagina was still very wet, so I didn't need any lubrication. I gently sat down, burying his glans inside my tender opening. It felt so full; it was throbbing inside me. But I didn't dare sit down any further, afraid it would go too deep, leaving me suspended in mid-air. I didn't want to pull out, but I was too afraid to sit down. It was so painful. "Fugui, help me, please help me!" Fugui understood my predicament as soon as he heard me. He thrust his hips upward, and his penis instantly plunged completely into my tender opening. I shuddered in pain; my vagina felt like it was on fire. I quickly lifted my buttocks, trying to pull his penis out, but Fugui was prepared. He grabbed my large buttocks and thrust upwards relentlessly, again and again, each thrust feeling like it was taking half my life. "Fugui, please have mercy on Sister Zhou, be gentle, be gentle, you're going to tear my lower body apart, you're shattering my heart." I thought my pleas for mercy would work, but instead, Fugui thrust even more violently. He turned to the side, pressing me down so I had nowhere to retreat, and could only let him cruelly ravage my fair and delicate body. "Tell me, will you still let me fuck you in the future?" "Ah, ah, be gentle, I'll let you fuck me." "Tell me, who will you only let fuck your hole in the future?" "I'm dying, I'm dying, only my good Fugui will fuck me, it hurts so much, Fugui, you have to cherish your sister." "Hmm, I won't fuck my own wife anymore, I'll only fuck you, fuck you for the rest of my life. My good Hong-jie, my wanton Hong-jie, I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death." Fugui thrust into me like a madman, and in such brutal movements, we finally climaxed together. In the back-and-forth with Fugui, I've already promised him the rest of my life. Since I've already cheated, I'll live for myself this once.Qiao Fugui didn't stop, he just slowed down the speed of his finger thrusting in and out, very slowly, gently. His other hand, using only his thumb, tapped lightly on my clitoris, but I had no strength left, and tears involuntarily streamed down my face. Fugui heard my cries, withdrew his fingers from my vagina, and carried me back to the middle of the bed. He removed the silk scarf covering my eyes and asked, "Sister Zhou, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I nestled into his arms, shaking my head and remaining silent. "What happened? Say something, or I'll leave now. Don't be angry." "No, am I a cheap woman? You've made me lose myself twice with just your fingers. I feel so cheap." "Hong, don't cry. How could I think you're cheap? I've liked you for a long time, but I have a family and didn't dare express it. You reach orgasm easily, which means you're easily moved. Don't worry, tonight, I won't touch you again. I'll continue to treat you well in the future." The man's embrace was so warm; I felt so exhausted. "Fugui, I'll let you have sex with me again today, but you have to keep it a secret forever. We can never have this kind of relationship again. I'm a divorced widow, and you have a family and a career. It wouldn't be good for you if something happened." "No, I still want to continue doing it with you. I'm not afraid of others knowing. I love you. I've loved you for ten years, and I will continue to love you." He loves me! He actually said he loves me! I thought he was just playing with me, but I never expected that a man would say he loves me! I am, after all, a woman, a woman who is moved by love. I made Fugui lie down and gently rubbed his penis with my hand. Soon, his penis was hard as a pillar, about 12 centimeters long, about the same size as my ex-husband's, but Fugui's seemed to be thicker. I hadn't been penetrated by a man for ten years, and I didn't know if my penis could adapt to it all at once. I straddled Fugui, slowly bringing my vaginal opening close to his erect penis. My vagina was still very wet, so I didn't need any lubrication. I gently sat down, burying his glans inside my tender opening. It felt so full; it was throbbing inside me. But I didn't dare sit down any further, afraid it would go too deep, leaving me suspended in mid-air. I didn't want to pull out, but I was too afraid to sit down. It was so painful. "Fugui, help me, please help me!" Fugui understood my predicament as soon as he heard me. He thrust his hips upward, and his penis instantly plunged completely into my tender opening. I shuddered in pain; my vagina felt like it was on fire. I quickly lifted my buttocks, trying to pull his penis out, but Fugui was prepared. He grabbed my large buttocks and thrust upwards relentlessly, again and again, each thrust feeling like it was taking half my life. "Fugui, please have mercy on Sister Zhou, be gentle, be gentle, you're going to tear my lower body apart, you're shattering my heart." I thought my pleas for mercy would work, but instead, Fugui thrust even more violently. He turned to the side, pressing me down so I had nowhere to retreat, and could only let him cruelly ravage my fair and delicate body. "Tell me, will you still let me fuck you in the future?" "Ah, ah, be gentle, I'll let you fuck me." "Tell me, who will you only let fuck your hole in the future?" "I'm dying, I'm dying, only my good Fugui will fuck me, it hurts so much, Fugui, you have to cherish your sister." "Hmm, I won't fuck my own wife anymore, I'll only fuck you, fuck you for the rest of my life. My good Hong-jie, my wanton Hong-jie, I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death." Fugui thrust into me like a madman, and in such brutal movements, we finally climaxed together. In the back-and-forth with Fugui, I've already promised him the rest of my life. Since I've already cheated, I'll live for myself this once.Qiao Fugui didn't stop, he just slowed down the speed of his finger thrusting in and out, very slowly, gently. His other hand, using only his thumb, tapped lightly on my clitoris, but I had no strength left, and tears involuntarily streamed down my face. Fugui heard my cries, withdrew his fingers from my vagina, and carried me back to the middle of the bed. He removed the silk scarf covering my eyes and asked, "Sister Zhou, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I nestled into his arms, shaking my head and remaining silent. "What happened? Say something, or I'll leave now. Don't be angry." "No, am I a cheap woman? You've made me lose myself twice with just your fingers. I feel so cheap." "Hong, don't cry. How could I think you're cheap? I've liked you for a long time, but I have a family and didn't dare express it. You reach orgasm easily, which means you're easily moved. Don't worry, tonight, I won't touch you again. I'll continue to treat you well in the future." The man's embrace was so warm; I felt so exhausted. "Fugui, I'll let you have sex with me again today, but you have to keep it a secret forever. We can never have this kind of relationship again. I'm a divorced widow, and you have a family and a career. It wouldn't be good for you if something happened." "No, I still want to continue doing it with you. I'm not afraid of others knowing. I love you. I've loved you for ten years, and I will continue to love you." He loves me! He actually said he loves me! I thought he was just playing with me, but I never expected that a man would say he loves me! I am, after all, a woman, a woman who is moved by love. I made Fugui lie down and gently rubbed his penis with my hand. Soon, his penis was hard as a pillar, about 12 centimeters long, about the same size as my ex-husband's, but Fugui's seemed to be thicker. I hadn't been penetrated by a man for ten years, and I didn't know if my penis could adapt to it all at once. I straddled Fugui, slowly bringing my vaginal opening close to his erect penis. My vagina was still very wet, so I didn't need any lubrication. I gently sat down, burying his glans inside my tender opening. It felt so full; it was throbbing inside me. But I didn't dare sit down any further, afraid it would go too deep, leaving me suspended in mid-air. I didn't want to pull out, but I was too afraid to sit down. It was so painful. "Fugui, help me, please help me!" Fugui understood my predicament as soon as he heard me. He thrust his hips upward, and his penis instantly plunged completely into my tender opening. I shuddered in pain; my vagina felt like it was on fire. I quickly lifted my buttocks, trying to pull his penis out, but Fugui was prepared. He grabbed my large buttocks and thrust upwards relentlessly, again and again, each thrust feeling like it was taking half my life. "Fugui, please have mercy on Sister Zhou, be gentle, be gentle, you're going to tear my lower body apart, you're shattering my heart." I thought my pleas for mercy would work, but instead, Fugui thrust even more violently. He turned to the side, pressing me down so I had nowhere to retreat, and could only let him cruelly ravage my fair and delicate body. "Tell me, will you still let me fuck you in the future?" "Ah, ah, be gentle, I'll let you fuck me." "Tell me, who will you only let fuck your hole in the future?" "I'm dying, I'm dying, only my good Fugui will fuck me, it hurts so much, Fugui, you have to cherish your sister." "Hmm, I won't fuck my own wife anymore, I'll only fuck you, fuck you for the rest of my life. My good Hong-jie, my wanton Hong-jie, I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death." Fugui thrust into me like a madman, and in such brutal movements, we finally climaxed together. In the back-and-forth with Fugui, I've already promised him the rest of my life. Since I've already cheated, I'll live for myself this once.

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