Mountain Village Women

My husband and I scrimped and saved, and finally opened our own small grocery store in town.

Although the store was small, business was booming because the town was located at the junction of three provinces, a crucial transit point for travelers from both the north and south.

But fate is unpredictable. On one of his shopping trips, my husband was hit by a drunk driver. He spent three months in the hospital and survived, but his lower limbs were paralyzed.

Although the driver was sentenced to a year in prison and the insurance company provided 20,000 yuan in disability compensation, he was essentially crippled.

During the time I cared for him, I closed the store and stayed by his side.

Every day after meals, I would massage his legs for two hours, hoping that one day he could stand up again and regain his male function.

My sex drive has always been very strong. For over a decade of marriage, whenever we were together at night, I would always make demands, leaving my husband exhausted.

Strangely enough, since my husband became ill, I've lost all desire for sex.

Although I use my hands, mouth, breasts, and even my genitals to touch and caress my husband's lifeless penis every day, I feel no sexual urge. I just want my husband to stand up again, even if it's just to regain some sensation.

My husband often tells me through tears, "My life is over. You're only 37. You should remarry and leave me alone."

The more he tries to persuade me like this, the more painful it becomes. Even if I never have sex again, I will never leave him.

To cure his illness, I searched everywhere for folk remedies, trying everything from sheep testicles and dog penises to pig testicles.

Day after day, for a whole year, with food and treatment, my money gradually ran out. I had to reopen the grocery store to earn a living.

Inside the store, drivers often bought cigarettes and alcohol. These long-distance drivers were worldly and quite shrewd.

Although I was nearing middle age, because I had given birth early after marriage and recovered quickly, my breasts were still very full and perky, possessing a charm that surpassed that of a young girl. So sometimes, when giving change, they would put their hands on my chest and say with a grin, "Keep the change, let me give you a kiss, and I'll give you five yuan more."

I'd seen this so many times that I'd gotten used to it.

Maybe it was because I hadn't been with men for too long, but every time they took advantage of me, looking at their muscular bodies, my lower body would feel unbearably hot. I often couldn't sleep well all night, and my underwear would always be damp when I woke up.

Sigh! Why is my life so miserable? That day, it was incredibly hot, and there wasn't a soul on the street.

The shop was like a sauna, and sweat clung to my skirt.

At noon, there weren't many customers, so I took a chair and sat by the door watching two shirtless teenagers playing soccer under the shade of a tree.

I saw one of them chase after the ball and get tripped by his partner, falling hard against a rock. Blood immediately started flowing from his arm, and his partner, seeing this, ran away in terror, leaving him standing there, clutching his arm in a daze.

I rushed over, pulled him back into the shop, and cleaned his wound. "

Look at you, so careless! Does it hurt?" "A little."

He lowered his head. "

How old are you?" "12."

Two years younger than my son! Looking at his childlike face and his still-developing body, my heart ached. "Don't move, Auntie will find you some antiseptic, just put it on."

I climbed the ladder and rummaged through the shelves for antiseptic and bandages.

"What's your name?!" I asked him as I searched, but he didn't answer. I looked down and was stunned. This kid was staring intently at my skirt.

Because of the heat, I was only wearing a very small pair of panties, and my pubic hair was very thick, all showing.

This kid... I felt a heat between my legs and almost fell off the ladder.

After getting the medicine, I noticed a bulge in the crotch of his shorts. "

What did you see just now?" I started bandaging him.

His face flushed instantly: "Nothing." "

Look, your face is all red, and you still say you didn't see anything? Did you see Auntie's shorts?" "Yes."

He lowered his head.

"What else did you see?" My vagina started to itch and became a little wet. "

And I saw…" His head lowered even further, but his shorts bulged even more. "

I saw Auntie's pubic hair, didn't I?" My juices flowed.

He turned to leave, but I grabbed him: "Tell Auntie, am I pretty?" "Pretty." "

Honestly, do you want to see Auntie's body?" "Yes."

He whispered.

I stood up, closed the shop door, and locked it.

"Alright, Auntie will let you see."

I said, taking off my dress.

Because of the heat and sweat, my breasts had slipped halfway out of my bra, and my panties were soaked.

The boy stared wide-eyed, greedily eyeing my body.

I unhooked my bra, took his hand, and gently placed it on my breast, making him tremble. "

Come on, child, gently caress it."

The sensation from my breasts reminded me of my first sexual experience, and the feeling grew stronger, my vagina began to flow with lustful fluid again. "

Come on, child, let Auntie see yours. "

As I spoke, I pulled down his shorts.

I saw his penis, about three inches long, standing erect, with a few sparse hairs around it, and the foreskin wasn't fully retracted.

I used my hand to pull back his foreskin and stroked it up and down, and the boy began to groan.

Suddenly, he had an erection, and his semen shot out, covering my hands. It was probably his virgin semen! The boy's face turned even redder: "I'm sorry, Auntie." "

It's okay, it's always like this the first time.

" I pulled down my panties, the semen on my hands mixing with the vaginal fluid, staining my pubic hair. "

Come on, put your hand here."

I guided his hand into my vagina, while my hand began to stroke his penis.

Soon, his penis was hard again.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I leaned over the ladder, sticking my buttocks out, revealing my wet vagina: "Quick! Fuck Auntie with your penis."

My vagina twitched.

The boy stood behind me, bewildered. I quickly guided him into my vagina, which was covered in vaginal fluid. I felt a slight swelling, and his penis slid in.

The little guy was thrusting vigorously behind me, and because there was so much vaginal fluid, it kept slipping out, and I had to push it back in each time.

In this intermittent process, I reached orgasm.

The little guy, having just ejaculated, had a very erect penis, and I finally had to use my hand to help him ejaculate for the second time in his life.

Oh, it's been a year, and my vagina has been filled and moistened for the first time. Even though it's so small, I feel it's more stimulating and satisfying than my first time.

(II) My name is Shufen. After graduating from high school, I worked at the town's department store until I met my husband.

That year, my husband was discharged from the army and came to the town's auto repair shop.

We got married through an introduction.

We had a son soon after getting married. After that, we both quit our jobs and opened a grocery store. Just as things were starting to get better, my husband got into a car accident.

I was struggling to care for my husband and son, manage the shop, and endure the torment of sexual urges all by myself. I simply couldn't go on.

Then one day, a little boy accidentally entered my life, awakening the repressed sexual desire within me.

From then on, I found meaning in life.

Yes, my husband's body might not be up to par, but I could find my own way! So I often masturbated with my hands, sausages, and even eggplants and cucumbers while cooking.

One day, I suddenly had an idea.

After my son fell asleep that night, I went to my husband's bedside, took off all my clothes, and knelt down in front of his face.

He looked at me in surprise, but quickly understood what I meant. He parted my pubic hair and began to lick my vulva with his tongue. Ah… my juices flowed freely again.

I squatted in front of my husband's face as if I were urinating, my anus and vagina facing his mouth. "Ah...faster...harder, put it in...oh...so good,"

I moaned.

My husband parted my labia with his hands and forcefully inserted his tongue. This was the first time in a year that his body had entered mine.

My body felt like it was on fire; I felt waves of contractions inside my vagina, itchy and numb.

Suddenly, my husband's tongue withdrew, and I couldn't help but whisper, "Hurry, put it in! Your pubic hair is too much, it's hurting my face." My

husband had never given me oral sex before. My pubic hair was thick and coarse, a thick, black tuft covering my entire genital area like a clump of grass, making me very careful when wearing clothes in the summer.

On a whim, I ran naked to the kitchen, brought back a basin of hot water, and picked up my husband's razor: "I usually shave you, but today I want you to shave me." "

I don't know how. " "You

'll learn if you try.

Besides, it'll help you get some exercise." "

Come on!" I said, lathering my pubic hair with soap. My husband sighed helplessly and carefully began shaving from my lower abdomen.

As clumps of pubic hair were shaved off, my vulva was gradually revealed.

The shaving sound seemed to echo in my heart, making my whole body itch, like countless tiny ants biting me, and streams of vaginal fluid seeped from my little cunt. "

Done. "

My husband wiped my smooth vulva with a towel. I looked down and saw my vulva bulging high, white and fluffy, like a steamed bun, with a slit in the middle, constantly oozing vaginal fluid, like a ripe peach split open.

This was the first time I had seen my vulva since giving birth to our son, and my face flushed.

My husband laughed and said, "You're like a steamed bun, it's described in the book."

This was the first time I had seen him smile since his injury. "

Do you want to taste my steamed bun?" I said coquettishly. "

I... I can't take it anymore, I'm so tired."

My husband hadn't been so active since his injury.

My vagina was sore and swollen, it was so uncomfortable. I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed my husband's hand, and forcefully shoved it into my vagina.

My husband just watched me.

I was so anxious.

Because I couldn't grip his hand tightly, my vagina felt numb and itchy deep inside. I really wanted to find a scratcher to go inside and scratch it.

I looked around and found my husband's cane.

I bought it for him for over five hundred yuan after he was injured. It was a steel rod about an inch thick with a rubber sheath at the end, and it had never been used.

I grabbed it and rubbed the cane head hard against my vagina. "

You'll hurt yourself."

My husband's eyes widened, and he reached out to grab it.

I couldn't hear anything. In my eyes, this cane was a big penis, and its rubber head was like a thick glans stimulating me.

I sat on the bed, holding it upside down with both hands: "Quick, go in!" My big penis, with a "plop," went in about three inches.

Ah...ah...it feels so good! I thrust back and forth, it's like a magic wand, controlling my body and my mind.

All my senses are concentrated in my vagina, my whole being has become a giant vagina.

I thrust back and forth like a madwoman, feeling waves of orgasm emanating from my vagina, spreading throughout my body, until they engulf me.

I collapsed onto the bed, the cane, soaked with my juices, still inserted in my vagina.

I don't know how much time passed, when I felt a jolt between my legs. My husband had pulled the cane out.

"Hmph, you said you bought it for me! So you spent over five hundred yuan on a big cock yourself."

My husband pretended to be angry.

"You're bad, you're so bad..." I punched my husband with my hand.

Although the cane was taken away, my vagina still twitched intermittently, as if it were still there. From then on, I had a new tool for masturbation.

When I finished cleaning everything and was helping my husband dry his body, I found a drop of clear liquid on his glans.

(III) Since my husband and I started playing the steamed bun eating game, I have noticed that my husband's spirits have improved a lot.

Every evening, he would ask to eat steamed buns, which made my son ask me: Didn't Dad just finish eating? Why do you want to eat again? I laughed and said: Your father found that eating more steamed buns can help him recover.

Then I'll eat too.

Eat up! I picked up a steamed bun and gave it to my son.

Could it be that my son discovered our secret of eating steamed buns? This kid, when he was little, was beaten up by me for peeping at me while I was taking a bath.

My husband's smile returned, and his health seemed to be improving. He often felt feeling in his feet and could sit up again.

It seems the power of the mind shouldn't be underestimated! With my husband's health improving, I focused my energy back on the grocery store.

One morning, I had just finished stocking up and was tidying up the store when I heard a knock at the door. Who could be buying something so early? I opened the door and saw a bearded man standing outside.

He was very tall and had a certain indescribable odor about him.

He looked familiar, but the backlighting made it hard to see clearly; perhaps he was a regular driver! "What do you want?" I asked. "

I...I don't want anything."

The man seemed a little awkward.

I looked at him, feeling like I'd seen him somewhere before.

Under my gaze, he seemed flustered: "I want a pack of cigarettes."

He paid, picked up his cigarettes, and was about to leave. "

Come back!" He was startled and turned around.

It was him, the damned driver who hit my husband! He had a full beard, and for a moment I didn't recognize him.

I ran over the counter and grabbed him: "You...you bastard, you've ruined my life!" I cursed and punched him.

He didn't move until I got tired and leaned against the wall. Then he took off his hat and slowly said, "It's me. I just got out of prison.

" "What are you doing here? Haven't you done enough to us?" I gasped.

He opened his newly bought cigarettes, took one out, slowly lit it, and took a deep drag: "No, I'm sorry to you all."

A year ago, I was driving home when I found my wife sleeping with the village accountant. I grabbed a knife and was about to chop those two bastards up. They yelled, but everyone stopped me. I was furious and drank too much, which led to this incident.

I looked at him again: "Go on.

I was sentenced to a year, paid your family 20,000 yuan, and my wife divorced me, taking the rest of our assets.

I have nowhere to go, so I came out to see you first, and then I'll deal with that despicable couple."

He gritted his teeth. "

And then?" "We'll see."

I was a little scared and grabbed his arm: "Aren't you afraid of being sentenced to death? What's the point of a man living like this?"

Without realizing it, I felt a little sorry for him; it turned out he was a victim too.

I took out a roast chicken and handed it to him: "Here, eat something first."

I also handed him a can of Coke.

He ate a few big bites, then opened the Coke and gulped down two more mouthfuls: "Haha! I've never eaten anything so delicious!"

Looking at his rough face and masculine physique, I felt a surge of panic. Just then, he looked at me, and I quickly lowered my head. I

was drenched in sweat from loading goods that morning, my shirt clinging to my body. I wasn't wearing a bra, and only my nipples were visible, moving up and down with each breath.

His breathing was rapid. I stood up and pushed him away, saying, "Go away! I never want to see you again!" He reached out, and I was pulled into his arms. His masculine scent enveloped me, and my vagina felt slightly warm. I tried to push him away, but I was powerless.

His strong arms held me tightly, and my heart pounded faster and faster, as if it would leap out of my throat. I couldn't utter a word.

The man kicked the door shut, locked it with one hand, and leaned down to kiss me.

Oh my god! This is the culprit that caused my misfortune.

I thought to myself, but a warm current flowed down my legs, like the feeling of not wearing a sanitary napkin during menstruation.

I tried to dodge left and right, but this only increased the friction between my nipples and his body, making me even hotter.

I felt his hard penis pressing against my vulva, and I finally broke down, no longer resisting.

His hairy beard prickled my face and chest, making my whole body tremble: Good man, fuck me! I can't take it anymore! He ripped off my pants, even tearing my underwear, and reached his large hands towards my smooth vulva.

"Ah...ah..." he cried out, tearing down his pants and thrusting his penis inside me, right in front of me.

"Ah..." I cried out in pain because of the wrong angle.

Then came a new sensation; his penis was thick and large, thrusting in at an angle, directly stimulating my clitoris.

My whole body felt like it had been electrocuted, and I couldn't stand up anymore, collapsing to the ground.

He went berserk, pushing me down, and I lay on the ground, my body spread out like a starfish. He knelt between my legs, grabbed his penis, and thrust it into my vagina.

I cooperated with him fully, thrusting forward whenever my vagina itched, again and again.

His large penis was like a magical itch reliever, making my whole body feel comfortable.

He grabbed my nipples with both hands and slammed his body against me powerfully.

Ah…ah… With his cry, I felt a surge of heat rush to my clitoris, and my orgasm arrived at the same time. I felt my vagina contract and tightly grip his penis, and we both collapsed to the ground.

After a long while, I nudged him: "Hey, let me ask you, what do you guys do in prison?" Some guys pick on the young newcomers and climb on top of them in the middle of the night to fuck their asses. It's

disgusting.

And what about you? The day I went in, a guy was getting out of prison. He killed someone in a car accident and got two years in prison. Before leaving, he slipped me a piece of paper. I looked at it and saw it was a still from a movie starring Zhong Xihong. At the time, I wondered why he gave me this. Two days later, I understood.

That night, I held the photo in one hand and masturbated with the other, fantasizing about fucking the big star.

"Show-off! Where's that piece of paper? I gave it to someone else before I came out.

Who were you thinking about just now? Guess."

And so, we sat naked on the floor, listening to him tell all sorts of strange stories about prison. I didn't hate him at all anymore. "

I'll find a job and start a new life!" "I'll kill that guy!" "

Look at you, you hurt my husband, and then you slept with me. My husband should kill you!"

He didn't say anything. After a while, he stood up and put on his pants: "Sister, you're such a good person. I'm going south to start over. I'll definitely make something of myself!" I stood up too and hugged him: "I'll come see you again after I marry a good wife."

We got dressed, and he finished the rest of his Coke: "Sister, I'll never forget you."

I opened the door, and the sunlight outside began to rise.

(IV) One evening, I was busy in the shop when I suddenly heard a loud voice: "Boss lady, I brought you some cherries."

Without looking up, I knew it was Old Li from the Shandong Transportation Company and his assistant, Little Zhang.

They often traveled south, and whenever they passed through, besides buying necessities like batteries and instant noodles, they would often bring me some fruits and vegetables from both the north and south.

Every time I tried to pay him, he would laugh and say, "Okay, boss lady, just let me grab your breasts." "

Bullshit,"

I said, while intentionally or unintentionally puffing out my chest.

These drivers were the lifeblood of our little shop; we couldn't afford to offend them.

"Oh, it's Old Li! Come in quickly, and this young man too, come on, have some water."

I opened two bottles of soda.

The assistant carried a bag of cherries: "Sister, these are from the chef."

"Why are you being so polite? Just make yourself at home here, take a rest when you're tired from your journey."

I casually picked up a cherry: "It's really sweet.

" "Not as sweet as the landlady's cherries, hahaha...you can't expect anything good from a dog's mouth."

As I picked out the things they usually wanted to buy, I asked, "Is it hot up south?" "Yes, there's been a big flood up south, the roads are bad, we've been delayed for three days." "

Then hurry up, your wife is getting impatient, 47.2 yuan .

" "You're making me leave as soon as we meet? Come on, let me give you a kiss."

I moved closer to his face, and he gave me a loud kiss: "Good sister, here's 50 yuan, keep the change."

I watched them get on the bus.

A while later, the apprentice came running back, sweating profusely: "Big sister, do you have any more flashlights? Two more, please."

"Hey, why haven't you left yet?" "The engine's broken, the mechanic's fixing it."

I glanced at the car; it was already late, and I figured no one would come. "Come on, I'll go with you.

" There was Old Li, shirtless and covered in engine oil, hunched over the engine, with Xiao Zhang and I each holding a flashlight to shine on it for him. "Damn it

, the cylinder head gasket's broken. "

"Sir, what do we do?" "Fix it!" Old Zhang was getting anxious.

I quickly said, "It's so late, why don't you push the car to my place first, you two brothers take a shower, have a couple of drinks, get some sleep, and take it to the repair shop first thing tomorrow morning?"

Old Li nodded: "That's the only way."

After pushing the car back into the yard and seeing off the neighbors who had helped, I told my husband. "

Then let them sleep in the west room. Go tidy up and boil some bath water for them,

" my husband said.

I busied myself tidying the room, boiling water, cooking, and serving them until they finished bathing and eating. I was exhausted.

After they all went to sleep, I boiled a large pot of water, preparing to take a good bath.

Since my husband was injured, I had someone install a large bathtub in the east room for his convenience, but I'd never used it myself.

Today, I thought I'd soak and relax! I filled the tub with hot water, took off my clothes, and lay down. The water felt like countless gentle hands caressing my entire body—so comfortable! I closed my eyes, immersing myself in this wonderful experience.

Suddenly, a loud thud startled me. I looked in the mirror on the wall and saw that it was Xiao Zhang peeping through the window.

That rascal, his pubic hair hasn't even fully grown yet, and he dares to peep at me while I'm bathing! A thought struck me: why not take this opportunity to tease him? So I got up and sat on the edge of the bathtub, facing the window, with my legs spread wide, propped up on the other side of the tub, my vulva fully exposed.

I started gently lathering my body with soap. When I got to my vulva, I rubbed my labia majora in circles with my middle finger. Slowly, I became immersed in this act of being watched.

My pubic hair had grown a centimeter. I picked up my husband's razor and started shaving it off again.

The feeling of the sharp blade gliding across my labia was wonderful; no wonder many men prefer razors to electric ones.

As my pubic hair became drier, I heard the breathing outside the window quicken.

I rinsed my smooth, clean vulva with water and slowly inserted the razor handle into my vagina, gently moving it in and out.

I glanced out the window; the guy had already pulled out his penis and was stroking it.

As my vaginal fluid increased, the razor handle wasn't enough, so I picked up a shampoo bottle and inserted it into my vagina.

The bottle was too big; only the cap fit. The threaded cap pressed against my vaginal opening, making my whole body tense up, wishing I could shove the entire bottle inside.

Just as I was burning with lust, a dark figure, reeking of alcohol, rushed in. "Old Li!" I cried out. "

Quick, let me help you."

I pointed out the window, and he quickly replied, "That kid, I kicked him back inside."

At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else and grabbed his huge penis.

Old Li's eyes were blazing with lust, his glans throbbing. He pushed me into the bathtub and pounced on me, water splashing all over the floor.

His thick, powerful penis, lubricated by the water, plunged into my vagina.

Ah! So good! Like a drowning person grabbing a lifebuoy, I felt a sense of security.

His thick glans slid inside my vagina, sending waves of heat through me: Ah… my big cock brother… you're fucking me so good… Old Li didn't utter a sound, just kept working hard.

Perhaps he had drunk too much, or perhaps the lubrication lessened the stimulation of my vagina, but his face was flushed, yet he couldn't ejaculate.

His large glans was like a piston, thrusting back and forth inside my vagina, and I felt like I was floating in the clouds, rising and falling, experiencing one orgasm after another, a tingling sensation spreading from my hair to my toes. Suddenly,

with a thud, I fell from the air, my legs empty, and a string of bubbles emerged from my vagina.

I saw Old Li pull out his penis, rub it tightly with his hand, and it slid in an arc, landing directly on my breast.

I touched it with my hand, it was so hot and smooth! Because I was too tired at night, I didn't get up until noon. When I went out, the yard was empty.

Where are they? They went to the repair shop.

My husband said, taking out 300 yuan: This is the rent they gave me.

(V) Through Old Li's incident, I suddenly had a new idea.

One night, after my husband finished eating his steamed buns, I discussed with him: So many drivers pass by the small shop every day, I think we should open a small hotel, earn more money, and take you to the big city for medical treatment in the future.

Shufen, you have to take care of me and the small shop all by yourself, it's too hard.

No, I can do it, I can do anything to cure your illness.

I lay in my husband's arms, like a baby in its mother's arms, and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I took two bottles of wine, two cans of food, and five hundred yuan from the shop, knocked on the mayor's door, and he readily agreed.

A few days later, the town notified me to complete the formalities, and just like that, my little courtyard was converted into a small inn.

The inn wasn't big, with six rooms, and the guests were mostly passing drivers and merchants, paying fifteen yuan per person per night for dinner.

Although I was exhausted from closing the shop and rushing home every day to cook for a dozen or twenty people, I was very happy.

I was busy every day, and after finishing work at night, I would collapse into bed and sleep, leaving me with very little time to take care of my son and husband.

One day, I was putting up the shop sign when my son came running up, breathless: "Mom, Mr. Li wants you to come to the school."

Mr. Li was my son's homeroom teacher. He had graduated from university a year ago and volunteered to teach in our town. Everyone said he had suffered a traumatic experience and was mentally unstable. "

Go and tell Mr. Li," I said. "I'll go to his place after I finish cooking at home."

While cooking at home, I was filled with anxiety. Why did Mr. Li want to see me? Had my son gotten into trouble? After finishing cooking, I changed into clean clothes and rushed to the school.

When I arrived, the school was deserted. Mr. Li was waiting for me in his small office-bedroom.

He was pale and thin, clean-cut, and wore glasses. "

I want to talk to you about Xiaoqiang's studies," he said.

Teacher Li pushed up his glasses: "Xiaoqiang's grades have been plummeting lately. If this continues, he won't be able to get into the county's high school."

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I've been too busy with business lately."

My tone sounded like a primary school student.

Teacher Li poured me a glass of water: "Sit down, have some water, and I'll tell you my plan."

I mechanically sat down. "I plan to tutor Xiaoqiang twice a week so he can catch up by the final exams." "

Thank you so much, Teacher!" I simply didn't know how to thank Teacher Li. "Also, you parents should supervise your children's studies more..." His tone suddenly changed. I looked up and saw that Teacher Li's gaze was sweeping across my chest.

I was wearing a low-cut shirt, and my bra tightly hugged my breasts, creating a deep cleavage that looked quite alluring from above. "

You parents need to supervise your children's homework,"

he finally finished speaking, but his gaze lingered on my chest again, seemingly unintentionally.

A thought struck me: "That's right! Teacher Li came all the way to our town alone, worrying so much about the children's studies; I should thank him with my body."

With that thought, I stood up, grabbed Teacher Li's hand, and leaned towards him: "Teacher Li, thank you so much!" I saw Teacher Li's face flush red.

Then I pressed Teacher Li's hand against my chest and reached for his crotch.

Suddenly, Mr. Li screamed like a madman: "You wicked women!" He shoved me onto the bed, ripped open my shirt and bra, and grabbed my breasts with both hands, squeezing them tightly as if they were his enemies.

Ah… a sharp pain shot through me. Was he really sick? He became increasingly agitated, shaking my breasts violently as if trying to shake off two lumps of dough.

Amidst the excruciating pain, a tinge of pleasure slowly spread from my breasts throughout my body. Could pain really bring pleasure? I stopped struggling, enduring his manipulation like a dead person.

Suddenly, he ripped my skirt and underwear off, tying my hands and feet to the four legs of the bed.

I was terrified; was he going to kill me? He grabbed a towel and began whipping me wildly, yelling, "You filthy woman!" The towel stung my skin, and I screamed.

My screams and the red welts on my pale flesh only fueled his rage.

Soon, my body was covered in blood, and the towel that struck my genitals brought both excruciating pain and intense pleasure, like a venomous snake crawling all over me.

I writhed, moaning with a mixture of pain and pleasure: "Ah...stop hitting me...ah ah...no no...don't stop...keep going...ah..." The vaginal fluids and blood from my genitals mingled, burning my clitoris. My body trembled in pain, yet the burning desire within me released through the wounds.

Ah...a heavy towel lashed my labia, and my orgasm surged forth. I collapsed limply onto the bed, utterly exhausted.

Teacher Li, tired of hitting me, straddled me, squeezing my breasts together with one hand to create a cleavage, while the other hand pulled out his small penis and began thrusting it back and forth between my breasts...soon, his semen sprayed onto my face and into my mouth. Finally, he collapsed beside me, falling into a deep sleep.

I could hardly believe my eyes. How could the usually gentle Mr. Li look like a monster? I struggled to free my hands and feet and got up.

I opened the wardrobe, looking for something to cover myself, but found a woman's outfit with a diary tucked inside. Curious, I opened it.

It turned out that Mr. Li had fallen in love with a girl named Jing in college. Like me, she was a busty girl.

They had sex, but because Mr. Li's penis was small and he ejaculated prematurely, they were never satisfied. In the end, the girl thought he was useless and left him.

From then on, Mr. Li harbored feelings of inferiority and hated all women, to the point of becoming somewhat perverted.

I understood Mr. Li's pain. I left him a note: "Mr. Li, I'm leaving. I don't regret coming today."

When I get back, I will definitely urge my child to study hard. Thank you! Also, not all women are like Jing; you will definitely meet your partner.

And so, with my wounds and physical satisfaction, I went home wearing another woman's clothes.

(VI) Since opening the small inn, my income has increased significantly, making the neighbors envious. Suddenly, several inns opened in the town, and business plummeted.

That day, I was spacing out in the general store when two customers came in. The skinny one in front of me said: "Sister, do you have a place to stay?" "Yes, yes!" I quickly replied: "I have one. It's 15 yuan per person per night, including dinner."

The fat one behind me winked: "Hehe, do you have chicken?" I didn't react immediately: "Chicken?" "Dinner must have chicken, at least 20 yuan per person."

They laughed and swaggered away.

It slowly dawned on me. Yes, these long-distance travelers are away from home year after year. Besides food and sleep, what else do they need in a hotel? Women! Thinking this, I had a sudden realization. I went home and told my husband about my plan. He shook his head: "Let's not do anything illegal."

What's illegal? Just go to karaoke and sing some songs! Regardless of his agreement, the next morning I went to the department store and spent 2000 yuan on a VCD player, some CDs, a small TV, a pair of speakers, and a few hundred yuan on several sofas.

I went back, cleared out a room, and got someone to help me connect the cables. I also went to a neighboring town and hired two shampoo girls as waitresses, agreeing that they wouldn't be paid wages, but would earn their own tips.

And just like that, my little karaoke bar opened.

With the opening of the karaoke bar, the hotel's business improved, sometimes even leading to two groups of customers arguing over prices for songs and girls.

One day, a fat guy and a thin guy came to our hotel and offered 200 yuan to rent our karaoke bar for the whole night—a real big spender! I was more than happy to oblige, to avoid some customers paying 5 or 10 yuan to sing all night.

Since one of the waitresses had to go home temporarily, after settling my son in, I rushed to the karaoke bar to help out.

The room was dimly lit. As soon as I entered, I saw the fat man holding the hostess in his arms, while the skinny man was groping her breasts. Seeing me come in, they both stood up. "Sit down, sit down. You guys keep playing. I've come to see if you need any drinks." I turned to leave. "

Boss lady, sit down and play for a while!" the fat man said. "

That's right. Since the karaoke bar opened, I haven't sung a single song seriously. There aren't many customers today, so I can relax." With that thought, I picked up a microphone and started singing along with the TV screen.

The fat man picked up another microphone and sang with me. The skinny man and the hostess sat in a corner and started groping again.

As the love songs played, I gradually became immersed in the music, resting my head on the fat man's shoulder.

The skinny guy's hand was already inside the girl's pants, roughly groping her. The girl was starting to gasp for breath. I pretended not to see and continued singing, leaning on the fat guy's shoulder. The fat guy's hand was also around my waist.

Suddenly, the girl let out a soft cry. It turned out that the skinny guy had pulled down her panties.

The music continued, and the fat guy's hand slowly reached into my blouse. The girl's moans reached my ears, making me feel like my own panties were being pulled down.

My vagina was already wet. Since I was menstruating that day, I didn't know if it was blood or vaginal fluid. Over

there, the girl's hand had already reached into the skinny guy's crotch, playing with his penis. The skinny guy cried out in pain and excitement.

Over here, the fat guy also reached between my legs.

"Don't move, I'm not feeling well."

I slapped his hand away.

I didn't believe it. I'd seen it all before. Every prostitute had a piece of cloth tucked under her crotch to pretend it was blood, so I could touch it.

He pulled my underwear down to my knees and forcefully slipped a hand inside.

Another gush of liquid gushed from her vagina. Damn! The fat man looked at his hand: it really was blood. Bad luck! He cursed as he wiped his hand on the sofa.

The prostitute was already bent over on the sofa, and the skinny man was thrusting into her from behind.

The fat man saw this and walked over there too.

Whether it was from the blood loss or the arousal, I felt dizzy and weak, and couldn't stand up.

I saw the fat man push the skinny man aside, pull out his own penis, and start fucking the poor prostitute.

The skinny man, caught up in the moment, was pulled away, angry but unable to speak.

Turning around, he saw me lying on the sofa, my underwear half off. Thinking the fat man had just had sex with me, he came over, his penis erect.

Before I could even speak, his hard penis was already inside me.

Another surge of heat welled up, but was blocked by his glans. With each thrust, that heat flowed back and forth inside my vagina.

My whole body trembled, and I clung to him tightly, my legs clamping around him.

The skinny man's penis was tightly enveloped by my vagina, his difficult thrusts bringing a surge of heat from within me with every stroke.

I had never had sex during my period before; it felt so good.

The fat man had already ejaculated, threw the girl aside, and ran over, grabbing my breasts with both hands and kneading them vigorously.

Under their combined assault, I reached orgasm instantly, feeling wave after wave of heat gushing from my vagina, my head spinning, and my whole body going limp.

After several vigorous thrusts, the skinny man finally ejaculated. As soon as he pulled his penis out, a stream of red and white liquid spurted from my vagina, startling him into shouting: "Oh no, massive bleeding!" I weakly waved my hand at him: "It's not massive bleeding, it's just my period."

(VII) The weather is getting colder, and the Spring Festival is just around the corner.

In previous years, my husband would take my son and me back to his hometown to visit his parents at this time.

Last year, due to a car accident, I wrote a letter to his family, telling them that they were too busy with business to come home for the time being, and sent 500 yuan with the letter.

This year, just after New Year's Day, I received a letter from his uncle, saying that my husband's father was in poor health and wanted to see his son and grandson, and that our whole family must go back for the New Year.

Seeing this, I knew I couldn't keep it a secret any longer, so I had to write to my uncle, telling him about my husband's injury and our current situation.

With the Spring Festival approaching and some light snow falling, the small shop was already nearly empty of customers.

My son was studying at a boarding school in the county and didn't come home often.

That day, I was making dinner at home when I heard someone call my husband's name. I looked up and saw it was my uncle.

I hadn't seen him for two years; he looked much older, his hair all white.

I rushed over and invited him inside. When my uncle saw my husband's appearance, tears welled up in his eyes.

You see, my husband and uncle had always been very close, and they looked very alike.

My husband, seeing this, quickly comforted him: "Uncle, I'm alright, my leg can move."

Indeed, recently my husband had regained some feeling in his leg and could move it a little.

While they chatted, I went to the east room to tidy up, then went to the kitchen to cook two dishes and heat up a pot of wine. I brought them inside and set up a table on the kang (heated brick bed): "Come, come, you two grandfathers, drink and chat."

"Shufen, you sit down too, your uncle will toast you."

My uncle poured wine into two cups: "You've really gone to so much trouble."

I drank my cup and quickly said: "Please drink first, I'll go cook two more dishes."

As a result, we drank for three hours, and my husband was completely drunk, his head lolling to the side as he fell asleep on the bed.

I quickly helped my uncle, who was also quite drunk, stagger into the room and settled him down to sleep.

As night deepened, the snow fell heavier and heavier. I woke up from the cold, and looking outside, I saw the north wind blowing and snow swirling everywhere. I quickly found a quilt and covered my husband with it.

Thinking that my uncle's blanket was also thin, I quickly got up, found another blanket, draped it over myself, and took it to him.

As soon as I stepped outside, the cold wind made me shiver, and large snowflakes pelted my face.

I ran to the east room and saw my uncle snoring loudly, fast asleep.

I covered him with the blanket, opened the door to go back inside, and a gust of cold wind blew in.

Oh no! I had come wearing only my underwear and a blanket; I'd freeze to death if I went back.

I quickly closed the door, goosebumps rising all over my body. Without thinking, I pulled up my uncle's blanket and crawled inside. It was so warm!

People in the countryside don't wear clothes to sleep, and my uncle was no exception. Startled by my icy body, he turned over and continued snoring.

As I warmed up, I was about to get up and go back to my room when my uncle's arm pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe. A slight pleasure surged from my breasts.

A wave of panic washed over me, and I quickly and gently moved his hand away. But instead, he pressed his entire body against my chest, squeezing my breasts apart. The lingering desire from before instantly spread throughout my body, and I involuntarily hugged my uncle.

For a moment, I felt like I was hugging my husband; their appearance, voice, even their snoring were so similar. I felt as if I were back in the moment of making love with my husband.

My hand reached towards his genitals... Wow! My uncle's balls were huge; it felt like I was holding two eggs in my hands. I gently squeezed and rubbed them, and the incestuous thoughts aroused goosebumps all over my body.

Slowly, my uncle's penis hardened, but he was still fast asleep, probably because he had drunk too much that night.

I slowly pulled down my underwear and gently rubbed his glans against my labia, just like I used to masturbate with a cucumber.

My vaginal fluid kept flowing out, longing for something to enter.

Because my uncle was facing me, his penis couldn't enter; it could only rub around the entrance of my vagina. In desperation, I pushed him away and inserted my middle and index fingers into my vagina. Soft, wet, and warm—the feeling of my fingers was so good. No wonder men love to fuck.

I used my other hand to stroke my uncle's penis. He seemed to be experiencing sexual stimulation in his dream, and began to moan, his penis becoming even harder.

As my vaginal opening widened, two fingers were no longer enough, so I joined my five fingers together and inserted them into my vagina, fantasizing that my uncle was fucking me. My other hand also quickened its pace.

I felt the climax of desire building up inside me; my whole body swelled. With a final push, my entire hand went inside my body.

For a moment, it felt as if my body and my mind had vanished, leaving only my two hands, one inside my vagina, the other on my uncle's penis.

Then, with a sigh, I heard my uncle's penis begin to throb in my hand; he had ejaculated.

With his pulse, I felt like a feather, light and airy, unaware of anything, and I climaxed.

After a while, I opened my eyes and saw my uncle turn over and continue sleeping. I quickly got up and ran back to my room.

(VIII) My uncle stayed at home for two days. Seeing how we were doing, he was relieved and went home.

After seeing my uncle off, I felt dizzy and weak all over. I knew I had caught a chill after leaving my uncle's room that day, and I had fallen ill. I

lay in bed all day, burning up, and my mind was filled with hallucinations.

Fortunately, Xiaoqiang was already on winter vacation. Poor 15-year-old boy, he took care of the two of us bedridden patients.

That night, I felt chills running through my body, as if I'd fallen into an ice cellar: "Qiang, get Mom a hot water bottle."

My son quickly ran over with a hot water bottle and placed it in my arms.

My husband held my hand, comforting me: "It's okay,

you'll feel better after sweating it out." I felt my body growing colder and colder. "I'm going to die," the thought flashed through my mind. "Qiang, come to Mom's side, let Mom take a good look at you."

My son sat gently beside me, without saying a word. "

Qiang, Mom's afraid she won't make it. After Mom's gone, you have to take good care of Dad."

My son held my hand: "Mom, you're okay, you just have a cold."

For some reason, the feeling of death grew stronger and stronger in my mind: "Son, come, come to Mom's bed, let Mom hug you one more time."

Tears streamed down my

face as my son and husband lay down beside me.

Since the accident, my entire focus had been on my husband, neglecting my son. Now, looking at him, I realized how much he had grown.

His soft beard and broad shoulders were just like his father's.

I gently touched his slightly protruding Adam's apple: "Honey, hold Mom tight, Mom's so cold."

My son pulled me close with his strong arms.

His warmth spread through me, and I felt less cold. I turned over, wanting him to warm my icy back.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, placing them on my chest. I felt a warm current flow from his hands through my nipples and into my entire body.

Because it was my son's first time touching a woman's body, his body reacted. I felt something hard pressing against my anus.

A warm current flowed through my anus, the two currents colliding and merging inside me, surrounding me, and I felt incredibly comfortable.

My good son.

I turned around and hugged my son, my husband watching us with a smile.

Through my underwear, my son's hard penis throbbed against my vagina, like needles pricking it, and my vaginal fluid flowed down with his throbbing.

Perhaps I was delirious with fever, in my hallucination my son became my husband, and I reached out and grabbed his penis. His virgin penis was erect in my hand, and a few drops of love juice seeped from the glans.

My son, lost in his sexual frenzy, continued to grasp my breasts with one hand, while the other reached for my wet vulva—the place where he was born.

His hand spun wildly around my genitals, completely disregarding the labia, clitoris, urethra, and vagina. His fingers were like an eel in a frying pan, digging into any opening they could find.

His touch caused me pain, itching, soreness, and numbness. My vagina could be given to others, why couldn't it be given to my son, the very son I had painstakingly brought into this world? I lay on my back, lifting my son onto me. 'I want my son to fuck me,' this thought flashed wildly through my mind. I guided his penis with my hand, leading him into the place he had been before.

It's in, it's in! My vagina trembled as it welcomed my son. His thrusts made my breasts bounce up and down. I grabbed my breasts with both hands and cried out, "Good son, fuck me! Fuck Mom hard!" Ah...ah...my son's semen, like hot lava, sprayed into my vagina.

My vagina throbbed, absorbing his heat. I was drenched in sweat, feeling a wave of relief: "Oh, son, Mom's good son."

I turned to my husband, who nodded at me, his pants bulging...My son had cured both of our ailments.

My husband and I scrimped and saved, and finally opened our own general store in town.

Although the store was small, business was booming because the town was located at the junction of three provinces, a necessary passage for travelers from the north and south.

But fate is unpredictable. On his way to buy goods, my husband was hit by a drunk driver. He spent three months in the hospital and miraculously survived, but his lower limbs were paralyzed.

Although the driver was sentenced to a year in prison and the insurance company provided 20,000 yuan in disability compensation, he was essentially crippled.

During the time I cared for him, I closed my small shop and stayed by his side.

Every day after meals, I would massage his legs for two hours, hoping that one day he could stand up again and regain his male function.

My sexual desire has always been very strong. For over ten years of marriage, whenever we were together at night, I always made advances, leaving my husband exhausted.

Strangely enough, since my husband's illness, I've lost all desire for sex.

Every day, I used my hands, my mouth, my breasts, and even my genitals to touch and caress my husband's lifeless penis, but I felt no sexual desire. I just wanted him to stand up again, even if it was just to regain some sensation.

My husband often said to me with tears in his eyes, "My life is over. You're only 37. You should remarry and leave me alone."

The more he advised me like this, the more painful it was for me. Even if I never had sex again, I would never leave him.

To cure his illness, I searched everywhere for folk remedies, trying everything from sheep testicles and dog penises to pig testicles to give him.

And so it went, day after day, for a whole year. Between food and medical treatment, my money gradually ran out. I had no choice but to reopen the grocery store to earn some money to make ends meet.

Inside the storefront, drivers often bought cigarettes and alcohol. These long-distance drivers were worldly-wise and quite daring.

Although I was nearing middle age, because I had given birth early after marriage and recovered quickly, my breasts were still very full and perky, possessing a charm that surpassed that of a young girl. So sometimes, when giving change, they would put their hands on my chest and twist them, grinning and saying, "Keep the change, let me give you a kiss, and I'll give you five more dollars."

I saw this so often that I got used to it.

Perhaps it's because I haven't been with men for too long, but every time they grope me, looking at their muscular bodies, my lower body always feels unbearably hot. I often can't sleep well all night, and my underwear is always damp when I wake up.

Sigh! Why is my life so miserable? That day, it was incredibly hot, and there wasn't a soul on the street.

The shop was like a sauna, and sweat clung to my skirt.

At noon, there weren't many customers, so I took a chair and sat by the door watching two shirtless teenagers playing soccer under the shade of a tree.

I saw one of them chase after the ball and get tripped by his partner, falling right into a rock. Blood immediately started flowing from his arm, and his partner, seeing this, ran away in terror, leaving him standing there, clutching his arm in a daze.

I rushed over, pulled him back into the shop, and cleaned his wound. "

Look at you, so careless! Does it hurt?" "A little."

He lowered his head. "

How old are you?" "12."

Two years younger than my son! Looking at his childlike face and his still-developing body, my heart ached. "Don't move, Auntie will find you some antiseptic, just put it on."

I climbed the ladder and rummaged through the shelves for antiseptic and bandages.

"What's your name?!" I asked him as I searched, but he didn't answer. I looked down and was stunned. This kid was staring intently at my skirt.

Because of the heat, I was only wearing a very small pair of panties, and my pubic hair was very thick, all showing.

This kid... I felt a heat between my legs and almost fell off the ladder.

After getting the medicine, I noticed a bulge in the crotch of his shorts. "

What did you see just now?" I started bandaging him.

His face flushed instantly: "Nothing." "

Look, your face is all red, and you still say you didn't see anything? Did you see Auntie's shorts?" "Yes."

He lowered his head.

"What else did you see?" My vagina started to itch and became a little wet. "

And I saw…" His head lowered even further, but his shorts bulged even more. "

I saw Auntie's pubic hair, didn't I?" My juices flowed.

He turned to leave, but I grabbed him: "Tell Auntie, am I pretty?" "Pretty." "

Honestly, do you want to see Auntie's body?" "Yes."

He whispered.

I stood up, closed the shop door, and locked it.

"Alright, Auntie will let you see."

I said, taking off my dress.

Because of the heat and sweat, my breasts had slipped halfway out of my bra, and my panties were soaked.

The boy stared wide-eyed, greedily eyeing my body.

I unhooked my bra, took his hand, and gently placed it on my breast, feeling him tremble. "

Come on, child, gently caress it."

The sensation from my breasts reminded me of my first sexual experience, and the feeling grew stronger and stronger; my vagina began to flow with desire again. "

Come on, child, let Auntie see you."

As I spoke, I pulled down his shorts.

His penis, about three inches long, stood erect, sparsely covered with a few hairs, and the foreskin wasn't fully retracted.

I used my hand to pull back his foreskin and stroked it up and down, and the boy began to groan.

Suddenly, he had an erection, and his semen shot out, covering my hand—probably his virgin semen! The boy's face turned even redder: "I'm sorry, Auntie." "

It's okay, it's always like this the first time."

I took off my panties, the semen on my hand mixing with the vaginal fluid, staining my pubic hair. "

Come on, put your hand here."

I guided his hand into my vagina, while my hand began to stroke his penis again.

Soon, his penis became hard again.

I couldn't hold back any longer; I leaned over the ladder, sticking my buttocks out, exposing my wet vagina: "Quick!" Use your cock to fuck your aunt.

My vagina twitched.

The boy stood behind me, bewildered. I quickly guided him into my wet, wet hole. I felt a slight swell, and his cock slid in.

The little guy pumped vigorously behind me. Because of the excessive wetness, it kept slipping out, and I had to push it back in each time.

In this intermittent process, I reached orgasm.

The little guy, having just ejaculated, had a hard cock. In the end, I had to use my hand to help him ejaculate for the second time in his life.

Oh, it's been a year. For the first time, my hole was full and moistened. Even though it was so small, I felt it was more stimulating and satisfying than my first time.

(II) My name is Shufen. After graduating from high school, I worked at the town's department store until I met my husband.

That year, my husband was discharged from the army and came to the town's auto repair shop.

We got married through an introduction.

Soon after our marriage, we had a son. After that, we both quit our jobs and opened our own grocery store. Just as things were starting to get better, my husband was in a car accident.

I was left to take care of my husband and son, run the store, and endure sexual torment all by myself. I simply couldn't go on.

Until one day, a little guy accidentally entered my life and awakened the repressed sexual desire within me.

From then on, I found meaning in life.

Yes, although my husband's body was failing, I could find my own way! So I often masturbated using my hands, sausages, and even eggplants and cucumbers while cooking.

One time, I suddenly had an idea.

After my son fell asleep that night, I went to my husband's bedside, took off all my clothes, and knelt down in front of his face.

He looked at me in surprise, but quickly understood what I meant. He parted my pubic hair with his hands and began to lick my vulva with his tongue. Ah... my vaginal fluids overflowed again.

I knelt down in front of my husband's face as if I were urinating, with my anus and vagina facing his mouth. Ah... faster... harder, put it in... oh... so good.

I moaned.

My husband parted my labia with his hands and forcefully inserted his tongue. This was the first time in a year that my husband's body had entered mine.

My body felt like it was on fire; I felt waves of contractions inside my vagina, both itchy and numb.

Suddenly, my husband's tongue retracted, and I couldn't help but whisper, "Quick, put it in! Your pubic hair is too much; it's hurting my face." My

husband had never given me oral sex before. My pubic hair was thick and coarse, a bushy black tuft covering my entire genital area, making me very careful when wearing clothes in the summer.

A sudden idea struck me. I ran naked to the kitchen, brought back a basin of hot water, and picked up my husband's razor: "I usually shave you; today I want you to shave my 'beard.'" "

I don't know how. " "You

'll learn if you try.

Besides, it'll help you get some exercise." "

Come on!" As I spoke, I lathered my pubic hair with soap. My husband sighed helplessly and carefully began shaving my lower abdomen with a razor.

With each clump of pubic hair removed, my vulva was gradually revealed.

The shaving sound seemed to echo in my heart, and my whole body itched, like countless tiny ants biting me. Streams of vaginal fluid seeped from my little cunt. "

All done." My husband wiped my smooth vulva with a towel. I looked down and saw my vulva, white and swollen, bulging high like a steamed bun, with a slit in the middle, constantly oozing vaginal fluid, like a ripe peach split open. This was the first time I had seen my vulva since giving birth to my son, and my face flushed slightly. My husband laughed and said, "You're like a

steamed bun; it's described in books." This was the first time I'd seen my husband smile since his injury. "Want to try my steamed bun?" I asked sweetly. " I...I can't take it anymore, I'm so tired." My husband hadn't been active like this since his injury. My vagina was sore and swollen, it hurt so much. I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed my husband's hand, and forced it into my vagina. My husband just watched me. I was so anxious. Because I couldn't get any strength in his hand, my vagina felt numb and itchy deep inside. I really wanted to find a scratcher to scratch it. I looked around and found my husband's crutch. I'd bought it for him for over five hundred yuan after his injury. It was a steel rod about an inch thick, with a rubber sleeve at the end, and it had never been used. I grabbed it and rubbed the end of the cane hard against my vulva. " You'll hurt yourself," my husband yelled, his eyes wide, reaching to snatch it away. I couldn't hear anything; in my eyes, the cane was a giant penis, its rubber end stimulating me like a thick glans. I sat on the bed, gripping it upside down with both hands: "Quick, go in!" My big penis, with a "plop," went in about three inches. Ah...ah...it felt so good! I thrust in and out, it was like a magic wand, driving my body, my mind. All my senses were concentrated in my vagina; my whole being had become a giant vagina. I thrust in and out like a madman, feeling waves of orgasm emanating from my vulva, spreading throughout my body, until they overwhelmed me. I collapsed onto the bed, the cane, still soaked with my vaginal fluid, remaining inside me. I don't know how much time passed, but then I felt a jolt between my legs; my husband had pulled the cane out. " Hmph, you said you bought it for me! Turns out you spent over five hundred yuan on a big cock yourself," my husband said angrily. " You're bad, you're so bad..." I punched him. Even though the cane was gone, my vagina continued to twitch, as if it were still there. From then on, I had a new tool for masturbation. When I finished cleaning and was drying my husband, I noticed a drop of clear liquid on his glans. (III) Since we started playing the steamed bun game, I've noticed my husband's spirits have improved considerably. Every evening, he would ask for steamed buns, which made my son ask me repeatedly: "Dad, didn't you just finish eating? Why do you want more?" I laughed and said: "Your dad has found that eating more steamed buns helps him recover. Then I'll have some too."

"Eat up!" I casually picked up a steamed bun and gave it to my son.

Had he discovered our secret about eating steamed buns? That kid, he got a good beating from me when he was little for peeping at me while I showered.

My husband's smiles were more frequent, and his health seemed to be recovering; I often felt a return of feeling in his legs and could sit up again.

It seems the power of the mind shouldn't be underestimated! With my husband's health improving, I focused my energy back on the grocery store.

That morning, I had just finished stocking up and was tidying up the store when I heard a knock at the door. Who could be buying something so early? I opened the door and saw a man with a full beard standing outside.

He was very tall and had a certain indescribable odor about him.

He looked familiar, but the backlighting made it hard to see clearly; perhaps he was a driver who frequently passed by! "What do you want to buy?" I asked.

"I...I don't want anything."

The man seemed a little awkward.

I looked at him, feeling like I'd seen him somewhere before.

Under my gaze, he panicked: "I want a pack of cigarettes."

He paid, picked up the cigarettes, and was about to leave.

"Come back!" He jumped back in surprise.

It was him, the damned driver who hit my husband! He had a full beard, and for a moment I didn't recognize him.

I ran over the counter and grabbed him: "You...you bastard, you've ruined my life!" I yelled, punching him.

He didn't move until I got tired and leaned against the wall. Then he took off his hat and slowly said: "It's me. I just got out of prison.

What are you doing here? Haven't you done enough to us?" I gasped for breath.

He opened his newly bought cigarettes, took one out, lit it slowly, and took a deep drag: "No, I'm sorry to you all.

A year ago, I came home from a drive and found my wife sleeping with the village accountant. I grabbed a knife to chop those two bastards up, but they yelled and everyone stopped me. I was furious, drank too much, and that's how this happened."

I looked at him again: "Go on.

I was sentenced to a year in prison, paid your family 20,000 yuan, and my wife divorced me, taking the rest of our assets.

I have nowhere to go, so I came out to see you first, and then deal with that despicable couple."

He gritted his teeth. "

And then?" "We'll see."

I was a little scared and grabbed his arm: "Aren't you afraid of being sentenced to death? What's the point of a man living like this?"

Without realizing it, I felt a little sorry for him; it turned out he was also a victim.

I took out a roast chicken and handed it to him: "Here, have something to eat first."

I also handed him a can of Coke.

He ate a few mouthfuls, then opened the Coke and gulped down two more mouthfuls: "Haha! I've never eaten anything so delicious in my dreams."

Looking at his rough face and masculine physique, I felt a little flustered. Just then, he looked at me, and I quickly lowered my head.

Because I had been stocking goods that morning, I was covered in sweat, and my shirt clung tightly to my body. I wasn't wearing a bra, and I could only see two red nipples

on my chest, moving up and down with my breathing. His breathing was a little rapid. I stood up and pushed him away, saying: "Go away, I never want to see you again!" He reached out, and I leaned into his arms. A masculine scent enveloped me, and my vagina felt slightly warm. I wanted to push him away, but I was powerless.

His strong arms held me tightly, my heart pounded faster and faster, as if it would leap out of my throat, and I couldn't utter a single word.

The man kicked the door shut, pulled out a hand to lock it, and leaned down to kiss me.

Good heavens! This was the culprit behind my misfortune.

I thought to myself, but a surge of heat flowed down my legs, like the feeling of not wearing a sanitary pad during menstruation.

I tried to dodge, but this only increased the friction between my nipples and his body, making me even hotter.

I felt his hard penis pressing against my vulva, and I finally broke down, no longer resisting.

His hairy beard tickled my face and chest, making my whole body tremble: Good man, fuck me! I couldn't take it anymore! He ripped off my pants, even tearing my underwear, and reached his large hands towards my smooth vulva.

Ah...ah...he screamed as he pulled down his own pants, and right there facing me, he thrust his penis inside.

Ah...I cried out in pain because of the wrong angle.

Then came a new sensation, because his penis was so thick and large, thrusting in at an angle, directly stimulating my clitoris.

My whole body felt like it had been electrocuted, and I couldn't stand up anymore, collapsing to the ground.

He went crazy, pushing me down, and I lay on the ground, my body spread out like a starfish. He knelt between my legs, grabbed his penis, and thrust it into my vagina.

I cooperated with him fully, thrusting forward with every tickle in my vagina, and then thrusting again.

His huge cock was like a magic itch reliever, making my whole body feel comfortable.

He grabbed my nipples with both hands and slammed his body against me powerfully.

Ah...ah...with his cries, I felt a surge of heat rush to my clitoris, and my orgasm came at the same time. I felt my vagina contract and tightly grip his cock, and we collapsed to the ground.

After a long while, I nudged him: "Hey, tell me, what do you guys do in prison? Some guys just pick on the young newbies and climb on top of them in the middle of the night to fuck their asses.

It's disgusting.

And what about you?" The day I went in, a guy was getting out of prison. He'd killed someone in a car accident and got two years. Before leaving, he slipped me a piece of paper. I looked at it and saw it was a still from a movie starring Zhong Xihong. I wondered why he'd give me that. A couple of days later, I understood.

That night, I held the photo in one hand and masturbated with the other, fantasizing about having sex with the big star.

How vain! And the paper? I gave it to someone else before I got out. "

So, who were you thinking about just now? Guess."

And so, we sat naked on the floor, listening to him tell all sorts of strange things that happened in prison. I didn't hate him at all anymore.

I'll find a job and start a new life! I'm going to kill that guy.

Look, you injured my husband, and then you had sex with me. My husband should be the one killing you.

He stopped talking. After a while, he stood up and put on his pants: "Big sister, you're such a good person. I'm going to go south and start over. I'll definitely make something of myself!" I stood up too and hugged him: "I'll come back to see you again after I marry a good wife."

We got dressed, and he finished the rest of his cola: "Big sister, I'll never forget you."

I opened the door, and the sunlight outside began to rise.

(IV) One evening, I was busy in the shop when I suddenly heard a loud voice: "Boss lady, I've brought you some cherries."

Without looking up, I knew it was Lao Li from the Shandong Transportation Company and his assistant Xiao Zhang.

They often traveled south, and whenever they passed by, besides buying necessities like batteries and instant noodles, they often brought me some fruits and vegetables from both the north and south.

Every time I tried to give him money, he would laugh and say, "Okay, boss lady, just let me grab your breasts."

Bullshit.

As I said this, I would subtly puff out my chest towards him.

These drivers are our little shop's bread and butter; we can't afford to offend them.

"Hey, it's Old Li! Come on in, and this young man too, here, have some water."

I opened two bottles of soda.

My assistant carried a bag of cherries: "Ma'am, these are from the chef."

"Why are you being so polite? Make yourself at home, take a rest when you're tired from your trip."

I grabbed a cherry: "They're really sweet." "

Not as sweet as the landlady's cherries, hahaha... You can't expect anything nice from a dog's mouth."

As I picked out what they usually wanted to buy, I asked: "Is it hot up south?" "Yes, there's been a lot of flooding up south, the roads are bad, it's been three days already." "

Then hurry up, my wife is getting impatient, 47.2 yuan.

" "You're kicking me out as soon as we meet? Come on, let me give you a kiss."

I moved closer to his face, and he gave me a loud kiss: "Good sister, here's 50 yuan, keep the change."

I watched them get on the bus.

A while later, the apprentice came running back, sweating profusely: "Big sister, do you have any more flashlights?" "Two more, please."

"Hey, why haven't you left yet?" "The engine's broken, and the mechanic's fixing it."

I glanced at the sky; it was already late, and I figured no one would come: "Come on, I'll go with you."

There was Old Li, shirtless and covered in engine oil, hunched over the engine, with Xiao Zhang and I each holding a flashlight to shine on it for him. "

Damn it, the cylinder head gasket's broken. " "

Master, what do we do?" "Fix it!" Old Zhang was getting anxious.

I hurriedly said, "It's so late, why don't you push the car to my place first? You two brothers can take a shower, have a couple of drinks, and get some sleep. We'll take it to the repair shop first thing tomorrow morning.

" Old Li nodded: "That's the only way."

After pushing the car back into the yard and seeing off the neighbors who had helped, I told my husband. "

Then let them sleep in the west room. Go tidy up and boil some bathwater for them,"

my husband said.

I busied myself tidying up the room, boiling water, cooking, and serving them until they finished bathing and eating. I was exhausted.

After they were all asleep, I boiled a big pot of water, ready to take a good bath.

Since my husband was injured, I had someone install a large bathtub in the east room for his convenience; I'd never used it myself.

Today, I'll soak in it and relax! I filled the tub with hot water, took off my clothes, and lay down inside. The water felt like countless gentle hands caressing my entire body—it felt so good! I closed my eyes, immersing myself in this wonderful experience.

Suddenly, a loud splash startled me. I looked in the mirror on the wall and saw that it was Xiao Zhang peeping through the window. "

You little rascal, your pubic hair isn't even fully grown yet, and you dare to peep at me while I'm bathing!" A thought struck me: why not take this opportunity to tease him? So I got up and sat on the edge of the tub, facing the window, my legs spread wide, propped up on the other side of the tub, my vulva fully exposed.

I began to gently lather my entire body with soap. When I got to my vulva, I used my middle finger to rub my labia majora in circles. Slowly, I became engrossed in this performance of being spied on.

My pubic hair had grown a centimeter, so I picked up my husband's razor and began to shave it off again.

The feeling of the sharp blade gliding across my labia was wonderful; no wonder so many men prefer razors to electric ones.

As my vagina became cleaner, I heard the breathing outside the window quicken.

I rinsed my smooth, clean vulva with water and slowly inserted the razor handle into my vagina, gently moving it in and out.

I glanced out the window; the guy had already pulled out his penis and was stroking it.

As my vaginal fluid increased, the handle wasn't enough, so I picked up a shampoo bottle and tried to insert it into my vagina.

The bottle was too big; only the cap fit. The threaded cap at the entrance of my vagina made my whole body tense, and I wished I could shove the whole bottle inside.

Just as I was burning with lust, a dark figure, reeking of alcohol, rushed in. "Old Li!" I cried out in surprise. "

Quick, let me help you."

I pointed out the window, and he quickly replied, "That kid, I kicked him back inside.

" At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else and grabbed his huge penis.

Old Li's eyes were blazing with desire, his glans throbbing. He pushed me into the bathtub and then pounced on me, water splashing all over the floor.

His thick, powerful penis, lubricated by the water, plunged into my vagina.

Ah! So good! I felt like a drowning person grabbing a lifebuoy, my whole body finding support.

His thick glans slid inside my vagina, sending waves of heat through me: Ah… my big cock brother… you're fucking me so good… Old Li didn't utter a sound, just kept working hard.

Perhaps he had drunk too much, or perhaps the lubrication lessened the stimulation of my vagina, but his face was flushed, yet he couldn't ejaculate.

His large glans was like a piston, thrusting back and forth inside my vagina, and I felt like I was floating in the clouds, rising and falling, experiencing one orgasm after another, a tingling sensation spreading from my hair to my toes.

Suddenly, I heard a "hey," and I fell from the air, my legs empty, a string of bubbles bubbling from my vagina.

I saw Old Li pull out his penis, stroking it tightly with his hand, the fluid arcing as it landed on my breasts.

I touched it with my hand, it was so hot and smooth! Because I was too tired at night, I didn't get up until noon. When I went out, the yard was empty.

Where are they? They went to the repair shop.

My husband said, taking out 300 yuan: This is the rent they gave me.

(V) Through the incident with Lao Li, I suddenly had a new idea.

One night, after my husband finished eating his steamed buns, I discussed with him: So many drivers come and go from our small shop every day. I think we should open a small hotel, earn more money, and take you to the big city for medical treatment in the future.

Shufen, you have to take care of me and the small shop all by yourself. It's too hard.

No, I can do it. I can do anything to cure your illness.

I lay in my husband's arms, like an infant in its mother's arms, and fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, I took two bottles of wine, two cans of food, and 500 yuan from the shop, knocked on the mayor's door, and he readily agreed.

A few days later, the town notified me to complete the formalities, and just like that, my little courtyard was converted into a small inn.

The inn wasn't big, with six rooms in total, and the guests were mostly passing drivers and merchants, paying 15 yuan per person per night for dinner.

Although I was exhausted from closing the shop and rushing home every day to cook for a dozen or twenty people, I was very happy.

I was busy every day, and after finishing work at night, I would collapse into bed and go to sleep, leaving little time to take care of my son and husband.

One day, I was putting up signs for the shop when my son came running up, breathless: "Mom, Teacher Li wants you to go to the school."

Mr. Li is my son's homeroom teacher. He volunteered to teach in our small town a year ago after graduating from university. Everyone says he suffered a traumatic experience and is mentally unstable. "

Go tell Mr. Li," I told him. "I'll

go see him after I finish cooking at home." While cooking at home, I was filled with anxiety. Why did Mr. Li want to see me? Had my son gotten into trouble? After finishing cooking, I changed into clean clothes and rushed to the school.

When I arrived, the schoolyard was empty. Mr. Li was waiting for me in his small office-bedroom.

He was pale and thin, clean-cut, and wore glasses.

"I called you here to talk to you about Xiaoqiang's studies."

Teacher Li pushed up his glasses. "Xiaoqiang's grades have been plummeting lately. If this continues, he won't be able to get into the county's high school."

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I've been busy with business lately.

" My tone sounded like a primary school student.

Teacher Li poured me a glass of water. "Sit down, have some water, and I'll tell you my plan."

I mechanically sat down. "I plan to tutor Xiaoqiang twice a week so he can catch up by the final exams." "

Thank you so much, Teacher! I simply don't know how to thank Teacher Li. Also, you parents should supervise your children's studies more..." His tone suddenly changed. I looked up and saw that Teacher Li's gaze was sweeping across my chest.

I was wearing a low-cut shirt, and my bra tightly hugged my breasts, creating a deep cleavage that looked quite alluring from above. "

You parents need to supervise your children's homework,"

he finally finished speaking, but his gaze lingered on my chest again, seemingly unintentionally.

A thought struck me: "That's right! Teacher Li came all the way to our town alone, worrying so much about the children's studies; I should thank him with my body."

With that thought, I stood up, grabbed Teacher Li's hand, and leaned towards him: "Teacher Li, thank you so much!" I saw Teacher Li's face flush red.

Then I pressed Teacher Li's hand against my chest and reached for his crotch.

Suddenly, Mr. Li screamed like a madman: "You wicked women!" He shoved me onto the bed, ripped open my shirt and bra, and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them like they were his enemies.

Ah… a sharp pain shot through me. Was he really sick? He grew increasingly agitated, shaking my breasts violently, as if trying to shake off two lumps of dough.

Amidst the pain, a strange pleasure slowly spread from my breasts throughout my body. Could pain really bring pleasure? I stopped struggling, enduring his manipulation like a dead person.

Suddenly, he ripped open my skirt and underwear, tying my hands and feet to the four legs of the bed.

I was terrified. Was he going to kill me? He grabbed a towel and began lashing it wildly all over my body, yelling, "You filthy woman!" The towel stung my skin, and I screamed.

My screams and the red welts on my pale flesh only fueled his rage.

Soon, my body was covered in bloodstains, and the towel that had struck my genitals brought both pain and intense pleasure, like a venomous snake crawling all over me.

I writhed, moaning with a mixture of pain and pleasure: "Ah...stop...ah...no...don't stop...keep going...ah..." The fluids from my vagina mingled with the blood from my genitals, burning my clitoris. My body trembled in agony, yet the burning desire within me was released through the wounds.

Ah… A heavy towel lashed my labia, and my orgasm surged through me. My body went limp, and I collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted.

Mr. Li, tired of hitting me, straddled me, squeezing my breasts together with one hand to create a cleavage, while the other pulled out his small penis and began thrusting it back and forth between my nipples… Soon, his semen sprayed onto my face and into my mouth. Finally, he collapsed beside me, falling into a deep sleep.

I couldn't believe my eyes. How could the gentle Mr. Li be like a demon? I struggled to free my hands and feet and got up.

I opened the wardrobe, looking for something to cover myself, but found a woman's outfit with a diary tucked inside. Curious, I opened it.

It turned out that when Mr. Li was in college, he fell in love with a girl named Jing. Like me, she was a busty girl.

They had sex after they started dating, but because Mr. Li's penis was small and he ejaculated prematurely, they were never satisfied. In the end, the girl thought he was useless and left him.

From then on, Mr. Li harbored feelings of inferiority and hated all women, to the point of becoming somewhat perverted.

I understood Mr. Li's pain. I left him a note: "Mr. Li, I'm leaving. I don't regret coming today.

When I get back, I will definitely urge my child to study hard. Thank you! Also, not all women are like Jing; you will definitely meet your partner."

And so, with my wounds and physical satisfaction, I went home wearing another woman's clothes.

(VI) Since opening the small inn, my income has increased significantly, which has made the neighbors envious. Suddenly, several inns opened in the town, and my business plummeted.

One day, I was idly browsing in the general store when two customers came in. The skinny one in front of me said, "Sister, do you have a place to stay?" "Yes, yes!" I quickly replied, "I have one, 15 yuan per person per night, dinner included."

The fat one behind me winked and said, "Hehe, do you have chicken?" I didn't react immediately: "Chicken? If there's chicken for dinner, it'll cost at least 20 yuan per person."

They laughed and walked away.

I slowly realized, yes, these long-distance travelers are away from home year after year. Besides food and sleep, what else do they need for a place to stay? Women! Thinking about this, I had a flash of inspiration. I went home and told my husband about my plan. He shook his head and said, "Let's not do anything illegal."

What's illegal? It's just setting up a karaoke bar! Regardless of his agreement, the next morning I went to a department store and spent 2,000 yuan on a VCD player, some CDs, a small TV, and a pair of speakers. I also spent a few hundred yuan on a few sofas.

I cleared out a room, found someone to help me connect the cables, and then went to a neighboring town to hire two shampoo girls as waitresses. We agreed that I wouldn't pay them wages; they could earn their own tips.

And just like that, my little karaoke bar opened.

With the opening of the karaoke bar, the hotel's business improved, and sometimes the two groups of customers would even argue over prices for songs and girls.

One day, a fat guy and a thin guy came to our hotel and asked for 200 yuan to rent our karaoke bar for the whole night. They were really big spenders, and I was more than happy to oblige, to avoid some customers paying 5 or 10 yuan to sing all night.

Since one of the waiters had to go home temporarily, after settling my son in, I hurried to the karaoke bar to help look after the guests.

The room was dimly lit. When I entered, I saw the fat guy holding a girl in his arms, while the thin guy was groping her breasts. When they saw me come in, they both stood up and said, "Sit down, sit down. You guys keep having fun. I've come to see if you need any drinks." I turned to leave.

"Boss lady, sit down and have some fun!" the fat man said.

True, since the karaoke bar opened, I haven't sung a single song seriously. There aren't many customers today, so I can relax a bit. Thinking this, I picked up a microphone and started singing along with the TV screen.

The fat man picked up another microphone and sang with me. The skinny man and the hostess sat in a corner and started groping again.

As the love songs played, I gradually became immersed in the music, resting my head on the fat man's shoulder.

Meanwhile, the skinny man's hand was already inside the hostess's pants, roughly groping her. The hostess was already struggling to breathe. I pretended not to see, continuing to sing while leaning on the fat man's shoulder. The fat man's hand also wrapped around my waist.

Suddenly, the young lady let out a soft cry; the skinny man had pulled down her panties.

The music continued, and the fat man's hand slowly slipped into my clothes. The young lady's moans reached my ears, giving me the feeling that my own panties were being pulled down.

My vagina was already wet; since I was menstruating that day, I didn't know if the discharge was blood or vaginal fluid.

Over there, the prostitute's hand had already slipped inside the skinny man's crotch, playing with his penis. The skinny man cried out in pain and pleasure.

Over here, the fat man also reached between my legs.

"Don't move, I'm not feeling well."

I slapped his hand away. "

I don't believe you, I've seen it all before. Every prostitute puts a piece of cloth between her legs to pretend it's there, so I can feel it."

Saying this, he pulled my underwear down to my knees, and stubbornly reached in with one hand.

Another stream of liquid gushed out of my vagina. "Damn!" The fat man looked at his hand: "It's blood, what bad luck!" He cursed as he wiped his hand on the sofa.

Over there, the prostitute was already bent over on the sofa, and the skinny man was fucking her from behind.

The fat man saw this and walked over there as well.

Whether it was from excessive blood loss or arousal, I felt dizzy and weak all over, unable to stand up.

I saw the fat man push the skinny man aside, pull out his penis, and begin to fuck the poor woman.

The skinny man, caught up in the moment, was pulled away, angry but unable to speak.

Turning around, he saw me lying on the sofa, my underwear half-off, and assuming the fat man had just fucked me, he came over, his penis erect.

Before I could even open my mouth, his hard penis was already inside me.

Another surge of heat gushed out, but was blocked by his glans; with his thrusting, the heat flowed back and forth inside my vagina.

My whole body trembled, and I clung tightly to him, my legs clamping around him.

The skinny man's penis was tightly enveloped by my vagina, his labored thrusts sending a surge of heat through me with each stroke.

I had never had sex during my period before; it felt so good.

Meanwhile, the fat man had already ejaculated, tossing the prostitute aside before rushing back, grabbing my breasts and kneading them vigorously.

Under their combined assault, I reached orgasm instantly, feeling wave after wave of heat gushing from my vagina. My head spun, and my body went limp.

After several powerful thrusts, the skinny man finally ejaculated. As soon as he pulled his penis out, a stream of reddish-white liquid spurted from my vagina, startling him into shouting: "Oh no! Massive bleeding!" I waved weakly at him: It's not heavy bleeding, it's just my period.

(VII) The weather is getting colder, and the Spring Festival is just around the corner.

In previous years, my husband would take my son and me back to his hometown to visit his parents at this time.

Last year, due to a car accident, I wrote a letter to his family, telling them that they were too busy with business to come home for the time being, and sent 500 yuan with the letter.

Just after New Year's Day this year, I received a letter from his uncle, saying that my husband's father was not in good health and wanted to see his son and grandson, and that our whole family must go back for the New Year.

I knew I couldn't keep it a secret any longer, so I had to write to my uncle and tell him about my husband's injury and our current situation.

With the Spring Festival approaching, there was a light snowfall, and the small shop had hardly any customers.

My son was studying at a school in the county and didn't come home often.

That day, I was making dinner at home when I heard someone call my husband's name. I looked up and saw it was my uncle.

I hadn't seen him for two years, and he looked much older; his hair was all white.

I rushed over and invited him into the house. When my uncle saw my husband's appearance, tears welled up in his eyes.

You see, my husband and uncle had been closest since childhood, and they looked very alike.

My husband, seeing this, quickly comforted him: "Uncle, I'm alright, my legs can move."

Indeed, recently my husband had regained some feeling in his legs and could move them a little.

While they were chatting, I went to the east room to tidy up, then went to the kitchen to cook two dishes and heat up a pot of wine. I brought them into the house and set up a table on the kang (a heated brick bed): "Come, come, you two grandfathers, drink and chat.

Shufen, you sit down too, Uncle will toast you."

My uncle poured wine into two cups: "You've really gone to so much trouble."

I drank the glass and hurriedly said, "You drink first, I'll go cook a couple of dishes."

We ended up drinking for three hours, and my husband was completely drunk, his head lolling to the side as he fell asleep on the bed.

I quickly helped my uncle, who was also quite drunk, stagger into the house and settled him down to sleep.

As night deepened, the snow fell heavier and heavier. I woke up shivering, and looking outside, I saw the north wind blowing and snow swirling everywhere. I quickly found a blanket and covered my husband with it.

Remembering that my uncle's blanket was thin, I quickly got up, found another blanket, draped it over myself, and took it to him.

As soon as I stepped outside, the cold wind made me shiver, and large snowflakes pelted my face.

I ran to the east room and saw my uncle snoring loudly, fast asleep.

I covered him with the blanket, opened the door to go back inside, and a gust of cold wind blew in.

Oh no! I came in wearing only my underwear and a blanket; I'll freeze to death if I go back.

I quickly closed the door, goosebumps rising all over my body. Without thinking, I pulled up my uncle's blanket and crawled inside. It was so warm.

People in the countryside don't wear clothes to sleep, and my uncle was no exception. He was startled by my icy body, turned over, and then went back to snoring.

Gradually, I warmed up and was about to get up and go back to my room when my uncle's arm pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe. A slight pleasure came from my breasts.

A wave of panic washed over me. I quickly and gently moved his hand away, but he pressed himself against my chest, squeezing my breasts apart. The lingering desire from before surged through my body, and I involuntarily embraced my uncle.

For a moment, I felt like I was embracing my husband; their appearance, voice, even their snoring were so similar. I felt as if I were back in the moment of making love with my husband.

My hand reached for his genitals. Wow! My uncle's testicles were huge. My hand felt like I was cradling two eggs. I gently squeezed and rubbed them, the incestuous thoughts sending goosebumps up all over my body.

Slowly, my uncle's penis hardened. Perhaps because he had drunk too much that night, he was still fast asleep.

I slowly pulled down my underwear and gently rubbed his glans against my labia, just like I used to masturbate with a cucumber.

My vaginal fluid kept flowing out, longing for something to enter.

Because my uncle was facing me, his penis couldn't enter; it could only rub around the entrance of my vagina. In frustration, I pushed him away and inserted my middle and index fingers into my vagina. Soft, wet, and warm, the feeling of my fingers was so good. No wonder men love to fuck.

I used my other hand to stroke my uncle's penis. My uncle probably felt the sexual stimulation in his dream and began to moan, while his penis became even harder.

As the entrance of my vagina widened, two fingers were no longer enough, so I put all five fingers together and inserted them into my vagina, while fantasizing that my uncle was fucking me. My other hand also sped up.

I felt the climax of lust building up inside me, my whole body swelling. With a sudden effort, I inserted my entire hand into my body.

For a moment, it felt as if my body and my thoughts had vanished, leaving only my two hands, one inside my vagina and the other on my uncle's penis.

I heard a sigh, and my uncle's penis began to throb in my hand; he had ejaculated.

With each throbbing, I felt like a feather, light and airy, unaware of anything, and I too had an orgasm.

After a while, I opened my eyes and saw my uncle had turned over and continued sleeping. I quickly and tiptoed to my room.

(VIII) My uncle stayed at home for two days, and seeing how we were doing, he felt relieved and went home.

After seeing my uncle off, I felt dizzy and weak all over. I knew I had caught a chill after leaving his room that day, and I had fallen ill.

I lay in bed all day, burning up, and hallucinating.

Luckily, Xiaoqiang was on winter break, and I felt sorry for him; he was only 15 years old, yet he took care of the two of us bedridden patients.

That night, I felt waves of cold running through my body, as if I had fallen into an ice cellar: "Qiang, get Mom a hot water bottle."

My son quickly ran over with a hot water bottle and placed it in my arms.

My husband held my hand and comforted me: "It's okay, you'll feel better after sweating it out.

" I felt colder and colder, and the thought, "I'm going to die," flashed through my mind. "Qiang, come to Mom's side, let Mom take a good look at you."

My son sat quietly beside me, without saying a word. "

Qiang, I'm afraid I won't make it. After I'm gone, you have to take good care of Dad."

He held my hand: "Mom, you're okay, you just have a cold."

For some reason, the feeling of death grew stronger in my mind: "Son, come, come to Mom's bed, let Mom hug you one more time."

Tears streamed down

my face. My son obediently took off his coat and lay down beside me.

Since the accident, my entire focus had been on my husband, neglecting my son. Now, looking at him, I realize he's really grown up.

His soft beard and broad shoulders are just like his father's.

I gently touched his slightly protruding Adam's apple: "Child, hold Mom tight, Mom is so cold."

My son pulled me close, his strong arms encircling me.

His body heat warmed me, and I felt less cold. I rolled over, wanting him to warm my icy back.

His hands reached around from behind and rested on my chest. I felt a surge of heat flow from his hands through my nipples and into my entire body.

My son, experiencing a woman's body for the first time, also reacted. I felt something hard pressing against my anus.

A surge of heat flowed through my anus, and the two streams of heat collided and merged within me, surrounding me. It felt incredibly good.

My dear son.

I turned around and hugged him tightly. My husband watched us with a smile.

Through my underwear, my son's hard penis throbbed against my vulva, like needles pricking it, and my juices flowed with each throb.

Perhaps I was delirious with desire, for in my hallucination, my son became my husband. I reached out and grabbed his penis; his virgin penis was erect in my hand, the glans oozing a trickle of lubrication.

My son, too, lost in the throes of lust, continued to grasp my breasts with one hand, while the other reached for my wet vulva—the place of his birth.

His hand spun wildly around my genitals, completely disregarding the labia, clitoris, urethra, and vagina; his fingers were like a loach in a frying pan, determined to burrow into any opening they found.

He was gripping me, and it was aching, itchy, sore, and numb all at once. My vagina could be given to others, so why couldn't it be given to my son, the very son I had painstakingly brought into this world? I lay on my back, lifting my son onto me. "I want my son to fuck me," the thought flashed wildly through my mind. I guided his penis with my hands, leading him into the place he had been before.

It's in, it's in! My vagina trembled as it welcomed my son. His thrusts made my breasts bounce up and down. I grabbed my breasts with both hands and shouted: "Good son, fuck me! Fuck Mom hard!" Ah...ah...my son's semen, like hot lava, gushed into my vagina.

My vagina throbbed, absorbing his heat. I was drenched in sweat, and felt a wave of relief: Oh, son, my good son.

I turned to my husband, who nodded at me, his pants bulging between his legs... Our son cured both of our ailments.

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