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Editor's note: Hmm, I wonder why fellow enthusiasts are so fond of stories about cuckolding mothers and wives. It seems there's a thrill in imagining one's idealized wife or mother being taken by another, right? Though it's just fiction, I think it reflects an issue— the grass is always greener on the other side, and these enthusiasts have flipped the script, always thinking others find their wives and mothers desirable. This is just my observation, not pointing fingers at real-life enthusiasts, but rather noting their preferences in fiction based on the stories they enjoy.
Moreover, some brothers have mentioned they'd prefer the protagonist to get involved with his mother sooner, finding the subplot with the young widow less appealing. The more I write, the more I feel my title might be off— perhaps it should be 'The Village of the White Tigers,' due to a natural condition where most women here are hairless, hence 'white tigers.' The protagonist's mother is no exception, so it's not purely a tale of incest but rather about mingling with the village's alluring 'white tigers' before eventually crossing the line with his mother.
What do you all think? Given the lack of support, I'm at a loss for reasons, but I'll strive to improve. If I'm doing this, I want to do it well. First, thanks to the brothers who've supported me, and in advance, thanks to those who will in the future.
I've added some content to Chapter 1. Those who've read it, please take a look and share your thoughts.
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In the dead of night, the occasional bark of a village dog breaks the serene silence. Night has always been the time when loneliness stirs in people's hearts. The lonely often fantasize about the beautiful, sorrowful young wives and widows next door— could they, under cover of darkness, pull these beauties into a dark corner, press them beneath their beastly, lust-filled bodies, thrusting their wolfish, dark hips, their swollen members penetrating the long-dry 'honey pots' of the widows, reveling in the women's helpless struggles and fear, the tight, slightly dry flesh gripping their members, the feeble beating of small hands on their backs.
The man throws his head back and roars, emitting the most primal cry of human pleasure.
Until the man's masculine breath grew rapid with tension and excitement, the sinful seed was mercilessly shot into the young widow's tender body. Then, with a few sinister chuckles, he touched the swollen honey pot of the beauty with lingering desire, pulled up his pants, and left, leaving the poor woman curled up in the corner, sobbing and trembling, her lower body torn with pain, her heart in even greater agony...
In the countryside, people are conservative. When such things happen, young widows usually dare not make a fuss, for it would explode into news. Young widows already have many rumors; if such things happen, the crime is not necessarily the woman's, yet it is still the woman's.
In ancient times, both men and women would be drowned in pig cages for such acts. Why must women suffer loneliness, and why are men so wicked, ruining the world, destroying its beauty? In the eyes of men, women are the most exquisite gift prepared by God for men. You can love her, you can ravage her, but in the end, what does a man gain but those few seconds of ecstatic release? What does a woman gain?
I had gathered a few friends at Erhu's house for several hours of card games. On my way home, I passed by the long-abandoned 'Chastity Arch' in the village. The villagers all say it's an ominous place, no one dares to settle near it, and it's said that ghosts haunt it at night, with occasional mournful cries and heart-wrenching screams of women heard from within.
This is a forbidden zone. The village leader ordered the villagers to build a high stone wall around it, forbidding anyone from entering. Those who disobey would be severely punished according to village rules. Our place is too remote; modern civilization hasn't fully enlightened us here. The villagers work from sunrise to sunset, and they dare not risk touching what is forbidden.
I passed by here because it's the only way home. Although educated in modern ways and not superstitious, I couldn't help but feel a chill. Last year, the widow from the Wang family was found dead inside, naked. That night, villagers passing by heard mournful cries and painful screams of a woman from within, but no one dared to investigate, thinking it was just ghosts.
The local police station from the town came, determined it was a case of rape and murder, and demanded to investigate inside the Chastity Arch. But the village leader would not allow it. He struck the police chief's head three times with his golden dragon-headed cane. The look in his eyes, so dark, desperate, and terrifying, I still remember. He would rather die than let the officials investigate inside.
This is an ethnic minority area, where the leader, Zuzhang, is the chief of the local minority. The traditions and rules here are deeply rooted, and under Zuzhang's call, the villagers, armed with shovels and knives, forced the police to flee in panic.
The town's party secretary, Zhen Shuji, also came to mediate. Zuzhang, expressionless, told the secretary, 'Please, you Han people, please let the Party respect our customs. We have our own rules, and no one is allowed to interfere. Unless the entire clan is wiped out, I will defend them to the death!'
The secretary had no choice but to give up. With the death of Wang Guafu, the widow, her family did not pursue the matter, saying it was her retribution. The police did not investigate further, leaving it as an unsolved case.
Therefore, in our village, widows and women who leave their husbands are considered ill-omened and face all kinds of discrimination.
This is why, for over a decade, my mother has endured my father's temper. She dares not, dares not disgrace her family, dares not let the villagers look down on her. She has always submitted to it without complaint.
I stopped in my tracks, involuntarily looking up at the wall a meter taller than me, feeling a sudden chill, as if a cold breeze had blown through the back of my head. I gulped. My mother had always warned me not to go near that place. I was about to turn and leave.
Suddenly, from behind the high wall, came the sound of a woman crying, hollow and desolate, with no one around. My face turned pale. Despite my education, when faced with such a situation, I was at a loss.
'Mom!' I screamed, ready to run, but my legs seemed to disobey, weak and numb. After a few steps, I faintly heard a man's shrill cry.
'No! Let me go!'
The woman's voice, now near, now far, filled with helplessness and despair, made me even more terrified. It felt strangely familiar, and I suddenly sensed there was more to this. After running a few steps, I leaned against a tree, panting, not wanting to stay any longer. I needed to get home; I was scared to death.
Then, the sound of fabric tearing loudly pierced the air, followed by the woman's scream, seeming to get closer. 'Oh my god, mom, I have to run now.'
In the pitch black, I ran a few steps by memory when a white figure swiftly moved towards me from ahead. Scared out of my wits, my legs gave way, and I couldn't run. I was on the verge of tears—it was my first encounter with a ghost!
I turned around and ran in the opposite direction, not paying attention to what was on the ground, and tripped over something.
I was on the verge of tears, the pain from the intimate contact with the ground was unbearable, my hands were numb, and I couldn't get up from lying on the ground. Turning my head, I saw the white figure getting very close to me. I was done for. I couldn't help but cry out, 'Mom!' and started sobbing, but no matter what, I couldn't move.
With a 'thud,' something tripped over me. Looking ahead, the white figure was crouching slightly and moving. My face was already drained of color when suddenly, the white figure weakly reached out a hand and said, 'Save me!'
It was a woman. Would a female ghost ask someone to save her? I often heard adults tell ghost stories about female ghosts eating people. Besides, the voice sounded familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before.
Summoning my courage, my body trembling, and ignoring the pain, I got up and slowly approached the white figure. The white figure struggled to stand up, saw a dark figure approaching, and realizing I was human, slowly moved towards me, suddenly grabbing my leg, which scared me so much I fell back onto the ground.
Slowly, I watched as the white figure lifted its head. At that moment, the crescent moon peeked out from the clouds, and by the faint moonlight, I couldn't see clearly, so I moved closer for a better look.
'Sister Qiu Xiang!'
It was Qiu Xiang. Why was she out in the middle of the night wearing white clothes to scare people?
I immediately helped her up, holding her in my arms. Looking down, Qiu Xiang's beautiful face was pale. Recognizing me, two clear tears streamed down her jade-like face, looking incredibly poignant under the moonlight. Clutching my hand with tearful joy, she cried out, 'Xiao Yao, it's you. Save me.'
My heart ached unbearably. A cold wind blew past, brushing through my hair. Looking back, a dark figure stood not far behind, seemingly wearing a black cloak that covered its face, making it impossible to see who it was.
Scared by Qiu Xiang like this, I had reached the limit of my fear. Just as I realized the 'female ghost' was Qiu Xiang, my heart, which had just settled, jumped back up to my throat. Trembling all over, I mustered the courage to ask, 'Who are you?'
The dark figure didn't speak, just stood there.
Qiu Xiang's palms were sweating as she tightly gripped my hand, trembling as she said, 'It's a ghost, he's a ghost!'
It would have been better if she hadn't said anything. Her words almost made me collapse to the ground. Qiu Xiang had experienced it firsthand; if she said it was a ghost, then it probably was a ghost.
I didn't know what to do either. Since I've encountered a ghost, hiding isn't a solution. I might as well face it. Trembling, I said to the shadow, 'So what if you're a ghost? We're all good people, and Sister Qiuxiang is the best of the best. She hasn't done anything wrong.'
After saying that, I suddenly remembered what happened during the day. Qiuxiang seemed to have given in to Fugan so easily, sticking out her little butt. I don't know why she gave in to Fugan so easily, but I heard that the widow Wang a year ago was caught in adultery with a man and died the next day inside.
I looked down at Qiuxiang, who was crying silently, shaking her head, burying her face in my chest, murmuring, 'Retribution, it's retribution.'
The shadow stood there like a wooden stake, exuding a chilling air. Knowing I was in the wrong, I didn't know what to say.
Qiuxiang held my hand and said, 'Xiaoyao, you're a good kid. I... I actually... Let me go with him. This is retribution.'
Angrily, I hugged Qiuxiang tightly and said, 'Don't talk nonsense! The fault lies with the men, not you.'
I said to the shadow, 'What do you think you are? Sister Qiuxiang is so good; it's not like she wanted to be bullied. That despicable man is so bad; why don't you go punish him? I tell you, today, if you want to take Sister Qiuxiang away, you'll have to take me first. I won't let you have her.'
The shadow let out a long howl into the deep night sky but remained standing still.
Qiuxiang looked at me, tears streaming down, gripping my hand tightly.
For the first time, I felt so manly. I said to the shadow, 'Get lost! One day, I'll find out who you are. Don't get too cocky. Get lost!'
I was just speaking bravely out of fear. If the shadow pounced on us and took us out, I wouldn't be able to fight back, not knowing what it was.
The shadow stood there motionless. I helped Qiuxiang up. Both of us had tripped, and our legs weren't working well. With two people and four legs, we walked like one person.
I still didn't dare to walk towards the shadow's direction, even though that was the way home. I thought I'd take a detour.
As we walked, I kept looking back to see if the shadow was following. Taking advantage of the deserted surroundings, it just stood there motionless, not chasing us, like a tombstone, exuding a sinister aura.
Only when we were far enough away did I relax. Looking at Qiuxiang, she held onto my arm tightly, as if afraid I'd run away, not saying a word.
Gradually, when I heard the sound of dogs barking, I thought in a place with strong human presence, the shadow wouldn't dare to chase after us.
The further we walked, the farther away from home we were. Anyway, my father was going to punish me, so it might be better not to go back. Now, with a beauty in my arms, I didn't feel lacking anything, except for worrying about my mother.
We were tired from walking and sat on a bluestone slab at the village entrance. Normally, no one came out here at night, and there were no village households around. Unlike city folks who love to stroll, rural people stay at their homes at night. Those who wander out at this hour are either ghosts or thieves.
I brushed aside Qiu Xiang's disheveled hair and asked, 'Sister Qiu Xiang, weren't you in the flower garden? How did you end up being captured here?'
Qiu Xiang was trembling and started to cry, not saying a word.
I anxiously asked, 'Can you tell me?'
Qiu Xiang wiped her tears and said, 'I... I'm scared, I dare not say.'
I said, 'It's safe now, you can tell me.'
Qiu Xiang said, 'After you left, I had dinner and went to sleep. In my dream, I felt someone touching me, but I couldn't wake up no matter how hard I tried. When I woke up, I was in that place. That thing, he's a ghost.'
Qiu Xiang hugged herself tightly and continued, 'He dressed me in white clothes and told me not to be afraid. We are all ghosts, there are no people in this world, everyone is dead. I was so scared, struggling desperately, he tore my clothes, his hands were so cold, so icy, he's a ghost, he's a ghost...'
Qiu Xiang covered her face and sobbed. I held Qiu Xiang in my arms, and she clung to me, crying out her grievances. Her crying made my heart feel desolate. There are no people in this world, only ghosts. What on earth was that thing?
Qiu Xiang held onto me and cried for a long time. We sat for a while, then I lowered my head and gently kissed her small mouth. Qiu Xiang let out a soft moan, dodged away from me, her face blushing with shyness.
I lifted her chin; Qiu Xiang's face, wet with tears, looked so delicate and beautiful under the faint moonlight.
Late at night, the desires between a man and a woman are extraordinary. Qiu Xiang tried to dodge several times, then grabbed my hand and said, 'Xiao Yao, I'm not a good woman, I don't deserve you like this.'
I smiled and said, 'Who said that? I didn't.'
Looking at Qiu Xiang's delicate body wrapped in a thin white gauze dress, it seemed she was taken away while sleeping, wearing only tight panties that hugged her small buttocks, revealing her snow-white skin, her body twisting like a water snake as she leaned into my arms.
At that moment, I recalled Qiu Xiang from the daytime, her snow-white small buttocks sticking up, the smooth and hairless woman's part sandwiched in between, making the meat stick in my pants unprecedentedly erect in the deep night.
Adding to that was the unique feminine fragrance of Qiu Xiang, different from the mature woman's scent of my mother, seemingly more suitable for someone of my age to enjoy, involuntarily causing my big meat stick to slowly rise, forming a small tent. Qiu Xiang's face was right in front of my crotch, seeing the tent slowly rising in my pants, she immediately understood, but after all, she was an inexperienced virgin, panicking at once, burying her pretty face in my chest, and hitting me with her small fist.
I chuckled, took Qiu Xiang's hand, and moved closer to her neck. A virgin's unique fragrance made my hormones flood to my meat stick, which was now as hard as an iron rod, confined in my pants, making me ache with restraint.
I couldn't help but pant heavily, my hand slipping into Qiu Xiang's white gauze dress, gently squeezing her small buttocks clad in panties. Her buttocks, due to fright and some tension at the moment, were tight, like a piece of ice cream, making my fiery hand feel a cool sensation. Excited, I couldn't help but squeeze one of her soft buttock cheeks.
Qiu Xiang gasped in surprise, immediately pressing my hand, and whispered, 'Don't!'
Perhaps it was my first time teasing a beauty; usually, with my mother, it was just the intimacy between mother and son. But now, in front of this somewhat unfamiliar beauty, the excitement in my heart and the thrill of breaking free from sinful restraints surged out. Plus, the image of my mother's plump, tender big buttocks flashed before my eyes, that irresistible urge, the desperate desire to possess, made me imagine pressing this beautiful young widow onto the bluestone, clumsily tearing off her clothes, pulling aside her panties, and thrusting my big meat stick into her. How exhilarating that would be.
With a slightly trembling voice, I whispered into Qiu Xiang's ear, 'Sister Qiu Xiang, I want you.'
Qiu Xiang let out a delicate 'Hmm,' shaking her head vigorously as she said, 'No, we can't do it here, Xiaoyao. I like you, but you can't be so disrespectful to me. I'll be yours sooner or later, why the hurry?'
I chuckled, feeling greatly comforted and even more affectionate towards this young widow. Her refusal to let me disrespect her made me dare not be presumptuous. It seemed she was very unfamiliar with matters between men and women, which, as a man, made me feel even more challenged. The more unattainable something is, the more one desires it. I would wait for her.
I felt like my erection was about to explode. I immediately stood up, loosened my belt, and said, 'Let it out for some fresh air. I'm suffocating.'
Qiu Xiang let out a startled and shy 'Ah,' closing her eyes, too embarrassed to look.
I sat back down on the stone slab. Under the moonlight, my large erection stood tall, faintly steaming. I thought again of Qiu Xiang's smooth, hairless vulva, and I couldn't help but wish to press this beauty down and thrust fiercely into her. But I felt that would be unfair to her.
I took Qiu Xiang's bonelessly soft hand and placed it on my erection. Qiu Xiang withdrew her hand as if shocked by electricity. I was determined to educate this virgin, blank as a sheet of paper when it came to matters between men and women.
I forcibly took her hand again, making her grasp my steaming erection. After several struggles, Qiu Xiang finally held onto it. I held her hand, gently guiding her to stroke it.
'Hmm!'
A low, primal growl of arousal escaped my throat. How exquisite it was to have such a soft little hand grasping my large erection. I couldn't help but make her grip it tightly.
I closed my eyes in pleasure, emitting wild sounds of ecstasy from my throat. Feeling that her grip was uncomfortable, and being inexperienced myself, I didn't know what to do to make my erection feel even better. I recalled the pleasure of thrusting between my mother's soft buttocks during the day, realizing then that a man's erection derives pleasure from rubbing against a woman's flesh.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but grasp Qiu Xiang's small hand and make her stroke me quickly, the pleasure making me hiss through my teeth. After all, we were both novices. The only reason I could educate her was because I was a boy, with a greater need for such things.
This still doesn't feel satisfying. How wonderful it would be if this inexperienced young widow could look at a man's erection, stroking it while gazing with a mix of shyness and fearful awe. I bit Qiu Xiang's ear and said, 'Sister Qiu Xiang, open your eyes.'
Qiu Xiang kept her eyes tightly shut the whole time, shaking her head vigorously and saying, 'No, no.'
The more she resisted, the more I wanted her to look.
I pleaded, 'Sister Qiu Xiang, please, open your eyes and see what you're holding in your hand?'
Qiu Xiang refused several times but couldn't withstand my pleas. She slightly opened her eyes, saw the erect pillar standing between my legs, and immediately closed them again in embarrassment.
But everyone has curiosity, women included. She had never seen a man's erection before, of course she wanted to look.
Opening her eyes, she stared at my erection with a mix of unnaturalness and surprise. Her gaze fixed on the towering erection, unable to look away. Women also want to understand men; otherwise, God wouldn't have created them.
'It's... so big, so thick.'
Qiu Xiang whispered, surprised at herself for saying it out loud. She lowered her head in embarrassment, so much that her sexy little lips almost touched the steaming erection. A wave of the man's musky scent invaded the young widow's nostrils, suddenly stirring her brain with a mix of impulse and desire. Animal instinct made her feel an uncontrollable excitement in her body. Her legs slightly tightened, and she twisted her little buttocks.
Out of feminine shame, she suddenly lifted her head with a gasp, forgetting to stroke my erection, just holding it, turning her head away, not daring to look.
Feeling the pleasure fading, I let go and urged, 'Sister Qiu Xiang, quickly, stroke it yourself, it feels so good. Hold it tight, yes, stroke it, ah...'
Qiu Xiang clumsily stroked up and down. Under the moonlight, her flushed pretty face added to her allure. I felt so good that I threw my head back like a wolf, looking at the crescent moon, groping all over Qiu Xiang's body, who might have also gotten excited as her body slowly warmed up.
She slightly lifted her head and asked, 'Does it feel good?'
Panting heavily, I nodded and said, 'It feels so good.'
Under her touch, she instinctively moaned softly, perhaps out of nervousness or excitement, her round little bottom rubbing slowly against the stone slab, her newly matured breasts heaving rapidly with her quickened breaths.
I caressed her delicate back, feeling the pleasure intensify as Qiu Xiang moved, thrusting my hips in response.
My toes curled, how could it feel this good? Not even in the warmth of my mother's embrace had it felt this pleasurable, it seems Qiu Xiang was naturally the kind of woman who knew how to please a man.
I couldn't resist slipping my hand under Qiu Xiang's white dress, grasping her small bottom. She wriggled in protest but let out a soft moan, acquiescing. Her bottom was warm, almost as if covered in a fine layer of sweat, making my hand glide smoothly.
Slowly, I moved my hand beneath her, my fingers tracing the narrow slit through her underwear, feeling it even warmer than my hand. Suddenly, I pushed my fingers, along with the fabric, into that heated crevice, sensing something moist seeping through.
Qiu Xiang let out a muffled sound, twisting her hips, casting a coquettish glance my way but not resisting my advances. She continued her gentle movements, leaning into me as she softly said, 'Be gentle, it feels so good with you, like I've never felt before.'
Seeing her pleasure as an opening, I kneaded her small bottom, whispering in her ear, 'Sister Qiu Xiang, you've touched me there, it's only fair I touch you.'
Qiu Xiang looked up, biting her red lip before bursting into a soft laugh, her eyes reflecting desire like the crescent moon. After all, that was a woman's most private place. Earlier, when I had wanted to touch my mother's swollen mound, she had nearly gotten angry, even hitting me and forbidding me to look.
It seems, when a man touches a woman elsewhere, it's trivial, not something a woman would vehemently oppose. But touching that place, almost every woman would resist. It's reserved for her man, the cradle of life, fragile yet the most intoxicating to a man, especially a beautiful woman's, giving a man a sense of achievement and unleashing his primal urges.
Qiu Xiang looked at me with tearful eyes and whispered, 'I am yours, I am yours.'
Moved, my eyes reddened in an instant. I lowered my head to kiss her small lips. Qiu Xiang wasn't the kind of woman who knew how to kiss, and neither did I. I had only seen on TV how the male and female leads would kiss when moved by passion.
But there we were, our four lips pressed together, breathing in each other's breath. Qiu Xiang was as fragrant as her name suggested.
I gently caressed her small buttocks, my fingers pushing aside the underwear that covered her plump mound, exposing it to the air. It was warm, and the mound felt like a freshly steamed bun, heating my hand and stirring my desires.
"Mmm!" Suddenly, a chill ran between my legs. Usually, that area of hers was tightly guarded, but now exposed to the air, she instinctively clamped her legs together, trapping my hand.
My entire palm rested on Qiu Xiang's warm mound.
Ah! A woman's hairless vulva, soft and fleshy, as fresh and tempting as tender meat. Smooth, swollen, and warm, with a slight sensation of a tightly closed slit in my palm, yet the slit secreted a sticky fluid that lubricated my hand.
If I could see her smooth, hairless vulva, the dual stimulation of sight and touch would surely be exhilarating. But she wouldn't allow it; she wasn't that kind of open woman.
My palm moved from heavy to light, then back to heavy, rubbing her hairless 'white tiger.' Qiu Xiang let out soft moans, lifting and then lowering her small buttocks, tightly clamping my hand as if to stop my invasion, or perhaps to intensify the friction on her warm vulva for her own pleasure.
Qiu Xiang trembled, panting softly, forgetting to stroke my erect member.
I gave her plump 'white tiger' mound a firm squeeze and said with a laugh, 'Sister Qiu Xiang, you're enjoying yourself, don't forget about me. Let's enjoy this together, okay?'
Blushing, Qiu Xiang buried her head in my chest and said in a trembling voice, 'You're so bad, making me do such embarrassing things. You've already touched me there, and now you're acting coy.'
I kissed her cheek, feeling that my erect member should be inside her hairless 'white tiger,' that would be the ultimate pleasure. I said, 'Sister Qiu Xiang, I want to...'
Qiu Xiang covered my mouth with her delicate hand, her eyes shimmering as she looked at me and said, "You... just go ahead and touch, sister feels so good, I... I'm scared, I heard from Sister Yu that the first time hurts a lot, I'm scared."
Listening to her seductive voice, I felt both excited and moved. She wanted to give herself to me, but she couldn't let go, she was scared, so I didn't push her. Stroking her vulva, I excitedly said, "Okay, I'll listen to you, can you let me pee? It feels so good to pee out."
Qiu Xiang shyly nodded slightly, now using both of her soft, delicate hands, which just moments ago couldn't fully grasp my large member, gently starting to stroke.
I threw my head back with another "Ah," it felt amazing. To have such a longed-for young widow masturbate for me, what an indulgence. Thinking this, in a moment of impulse, my middle finger accidentally slipped into that fleshy crevice with a "squelch."
Qiu Xiang suddenly gripped my member tightly, letting out another "Ah" as she collapsed into my arms, squeezing her legs even tighter.
Ah! The inside felt even better than the outside, the tender flesh inside was incredibly slick, and I could feel it immediately wrapping around my finger, like a small mouth sucking on it. I couldn't help but slide my middle finger back and forth in the crevice.
Qiu Xiang lifted her hips with a moan, now hovering in the air, as the sticky fluid overflowing from the crevice ran down my finger, soaking my hand.
I began to stir the crevice, which made a "squelch squelch" sound, embarrassing Qiu Xiang so much that she dropped her hips, nearly breaking my member in the process, causing me to groan in pain and complain, "Sister Qiu Xiang, what are you doing? That hurts so much."
Qiu Xiang, drenched in fragrant sweat, panted and shyly laughed, "I felt too good, I'm sorry."
Suddenly, as I explored with my middle finger, I found a small fleshy opening not deep inside the crevice. When my finger probed it, Qiu Xiang's beautiful brows furrowed tightly, squeezing her legs to prevent me from going further, trembling as she said, "No, Xiaoyao, it hurts, it really hurts, don't go in."
I chuckled and said, "Then don't distractedly stop stroking me, I'm not feeling good anymore."
Qiu Xiang nodded and gently said, "Okay, I'll make you feel good, let's feel good together."
With both hands, she grasped the shaft again, starting to stroke it vigorously up and down. She was truly gifted, biting her lip and panting softly as she stroked me. Watching her focus, I withdrew my fingers from her tender entrance, sliding them to discover her delicate folds sucking on my fingers. Near the end of her folds, close to her abdomen, I found a small pearl. The moment I touched it, Qiuxiang clenched her thighs, let out a moan, and said, 'Right there, Xiaoyao, it feels so good, like an electric shock, touch there.'
Chuckling, I touched that little pearl again, finding it surprisingly slippery. Pinching it between my thumb and middle finger, Qiuxiang grew even more excited, her small hands stroking my shaft as if her life depended on it.
I knew I had found her most sensitive spot, and I too began to knead that little pearl with all my might.
'Ah... ah... ah...'
Qiuxiang was gasping for breath.
'Mmm... mmm... mmm.'
I felt even more pleasure, a tightening in my rear, as all the sensations in my body concentrated on my shaft. I felt as if I was about to urinate.
Qiuxiang felt a surge of fluid about to erupt from within her body.
We were both striving towards each other's climax.
The rhythm of her hand stroking and my fingers kneading her little pearl miraculously synchronized.
'Faster, Xiaoyao, it feels so good, hurry, squeeze it, I'm going to die.'
Qiuxiang was almost in tears, her hands trembling as she stroked my shaft.
'Yes, Sister Qiuxiang, I'm about to burst too, hurry, it feels so good.'
With my other hand, I tightly grasped one of Qiuxiang's breasts, not pausing in my actions.
'Ah... ah... Xiaoyao, sister is going to burst too, move away quickly.'
Qiuxiang's hand tightly gripped my shaft, unmoving, as she panted heavily, her face close to it.
A tingling sensation ran through my urethra, my back tingling with a cool, penetrating chill, as I continued to knead her little pearl.
At that moment, both of us froze!
Suddenly, our bodies trembled and convulsed simultaneously.
With a few 'splashing' sounds, the tingling in my urethra reached its peak. My hand gripping Qiuxiang's breast felt as if it would crush it, my buttocks twitching uncontrollably, as I roared, 'I'm bursting!'
At that moment, Qiu Xiang tightly grabbed my clothes, as if someone had stabbed her. Her buttocks trembled up and down, and from her hairless, tiger-like slit, a stream of liquid shot out with surprising force and vigor, landing on my hand.
"Mmm, mmm," Qiu Xiang lowered her head, closed her eyes, and her delicate body trembled intermittently. From her throat came sounds of pleasure from time to time.
I took a deep breath; it felt incredibly good.
I touched Qiu Xiang's hairless, tiger-like slit, breathing heavily like a bull, then looked down at her.
Good heavens, what was on Qiu Xiang's face? Under the moonlight, some thick liquid was slowly sliding down her face, emitting warm vapor, all the way to the corner of her mouth.
Ah! I had shot onto Qiu Xiang's exquisitely beautiful face! Under the moonlight, it looked so lewdly beautiful!
Excited, I patted Qiu Xiang, who was still with her eyes closed, savoring the wonderful sensation. When she opened her eyes and found the warm substance near her nostrils, she let out a gasp. Touching it with her hand, it was slippery. Opening her hand, she asked at a loss, "What is this? It stinks."
I chuckled and said, "That's something I peed out."
Qiu Xiang was on the verge of tears, pounding my chest with her delicate fists, saying, "You're bad, so bad. How could you pee on my face? It's so dirty, you're terrible."
Laughing, I hugged Qiu Xiang, who pushed me away and used her white gauze garment to wipe her face, showing she cared about cleanliness. Giving me a white-eyed look, she suddenly panicked and said, "I... I heard from Yu Sao that the stuff you men pee out can make women pregnant. What if I get pregnant?"
I burst into laughter. I knew a bit about sexual education but was unfamiliar with the act of making love. Hugging this silly little widow, I said, "I've taken biology. The books say that for a woman to get pregnant, a man's stuff has to go inside a woman's thing. Maybe I'll pee inside yours someday to make you carry my baby. How does that sound?"
Blushing, Qiu Xiang hit me and said, "So bad, you little rascal."
Mischievously, I touched Qiu Xiang's slippery, hairless slit again and said, "Sister Qiu Xiang, this feels so good to touch, so smooth, and it pees too. I really want to stick my big stick into your thing; it must feel amazing."
The blatantly erotic words made Qiu Xiang too shy to respond, only hitting me, then curiously touched my member and said, 'You naughty thing!'
I asked with a laugh, 'Sister Qiu Xiang, do you know what the village kids mean when they curse saying, \'Screw your mom\'s cunt\'?'
Qiu Xiang shook her head.
I rubbed her Baihu and said, 'It means inserting a man\'s thing into a woman\'s thing, and that woman\'s thing is called a \'cunt\', understand?'
Although the young widow was shy, she was willing to be corrupted by me, nodding in confusion and asking, 'Then, does it feel very comfortable to insert into a woman\'s thing?'
I smirked and said, 'Then we\'ll know if we try?'
Qiu Xiang hit me and said, 'No, it will hurt, maybe later, okay?'
I chuckled, holding the beauty, enjoying the endless beauty after the climax.
At that moment, the crescent moon ran across the sky, smiling as it emerged from the clouds.
Qiu Xiang softly sang with emotion, 'A crescent moon rises in the sky, the crescent moon is sprinkling the moonlight. People call the crescent moon the matchmaker, the matchmaker who ties the red thread. The red thread ties two hearts, why aren\'t the two hearts together?'
Moved, I continued singing, 'The night is deep, the crescent moon comes out. The moon is full, the heart is brighter. Tonight the night is deep and people are not quiet, all waiting for the full moon to enter our home.'
The crescent moon seemed to understand our feelings, shyly hiding in the clouds...
The night deepened...