Sunk …..
The feeling of surprise, so strange, the soul of the boy who had not yet grown hair. The great thing that was present and fertile under the bed… fell quickly when I heard the sound of the clay pot.
Quack quack flew across the empty garden…
The village is far from the urban area, nestled on a rocky mountain next to the river bank, up there in the distance are vast, deep green forests. Somewhere the village tradition still lingers in a mysterious color.
I remember sitting next to Mr. Dam the other day and I asked
Sir…people are building banana rafts to go down the river with girls, do you see?
He laughed out loud…his laughter was loud and clear, it felt like he had discovered something new.
He said why do you ask that?
The day the mute girl got sick, my grandmother brought her home to take care of her. My youngest aunt kept saying that the mute girl was put on a banana raft and drifted down the river. But why was she put on a banana raft? Did they tie her to a banana tree?
My dear..
He was silent and thoughtful. After a while, he said,
That’s a legend, my dear. It’s like a folk tale.
In the past…a very long time ago, people probably came up with such horrifying ways to scare and deter girls of marriageable age, age of love, age about to get married…to preserve their virginity when they go to their husband’s house…anyone who violates that will have their head shaved, their legs covered with lime, tied with their legs to a banana raft, and set adrift on the river…on the banana raft, a white flower wreath is tied…covering the girl’s face…
They followed the village custom, usually releasing the girl after 12 o’clock at night, while drifting along the river, wherever the raft encountered rapids, the girl sank… her family was not allowed to save her, not allowed to see her off…
In that lonely night, there were only three animals following… the crow pecked at the corpse, the owl hooted in the night and the clay stork followed to see him off.
I sat listening to him talk…my eyes wide open…I felt shivers down my spine.
Sir, is the ceramic heron the night heron?
That’s right… the stork goes out to eat during the day. The heron often goes out to eat at night in the fields.
Have you seen anyone abandoned on a raft floating down the river?
Haha…; no way, if there was, he would swim out and pull her in and bring her home to use… those girls rumored to have abandoned banana rafts and drifted down the river… are all beautiful girls with many suitors.
So from the time you grew up until now you have never seen anyone abandoned on a raft drifting down the river, sir?
uh..that’s a legend..who would do that nowadays?
The story Mr. Dam told during the day passed like that… now at night the village scene is dark without a single light… the early winter night, cloudy, no moon out there only the wind blowing through the leaves whispering… here… here on the quiet bed… the mute girl… the rumored person who drifted down the river… sobbing with me
silly lust..just a little instinct aroused in humans..
love…I wonder how she is
me…a teenage boy…don’t understand
just remember..
The moment I bowed my head down, put my lips on hers… sweet taste… she just stared at me
wait..
the sound of the earthenware pot just now was making a loud noise… somewhere in my subconscious the story of the other day floating on the river appeared… everything seemed to fall into a void… I silently leaned my cheek against her neck… she tilted her head in silence, there was only a feeling of softness, familiarity, and trust tonight
silence, she probably doesn’t understand..
because she had never experienced that feeling before..only her gentle eyes..shining with joy..like a ray of light in the night..she put her arms around my shoulder and gently pressed down..
The hug was like a word she wanted to say…calm down, Tu…she was just as nervous as you…
The unexpected feeling just drifted through my mind…it seemed like it wanted to say, okay…okay, Tu…
I looked up and saw only her mute smile, still as if waiting..in that moment..the image of the flower wreath on the banana raft as Mr. Dam had told suddenly appeared..
The white wreath is shimmering like a bright lamp in the night… like the first wedding wreath that I and she are tying together now…
her life has no flower bud…what a girl’s life is, who doesn’t wish for it?
She still gently patted my shoulder.. it felt like an older sister was protecting her nervous younger brother.. her hand kept patting my back gently.. she didn’t say anything, lifted her head up and kissed me lightly.. kissed deeply.. inhaled deeply, it seemed like she felt hurt… resentful..
It’s like saying… go ahead, don’t be afraid.
Does anyone understand that she was crying while kissing…and later she said that it was the tears of first love…
The pause, the silence just passed by…I don’t know why…the ginseng tea that Lao Dam drank this morning still had an effect.
hard..still very hard..just lying still like a fish..squeezed in a creek..a dark creek filled with drops of spring love..
I moved again.. moved my body slightly.. buried my face in her breasts. quickly sucked her breasts.
on fire again..
a..ah..u..u..u..u..
she was writhing and moving…her arms contracted…she grabbed the man’s cock again…stroking…unfolding, gently rubbing down to the scrotum…she pulled my lips up and squeezed hard
She tensed, arched her butt and spun around strongly…like a wrestler holding his opponent’s belt, tricking him into lifting her up…like a pair of carps writhing…she pulled me on top of her again
flashed through the eyes…a moment of silence…the whole fertile, big, thick, plump…opening…spread…the tattered…messy…being touched by the man just now…
opened the pink, wet slit…like a buffalo looking for a stake…she held the stake that tied the buffalo very tightly, as if she was determined that this time she would not let go..
gently touching her hip…i slowly lay down…face down floating like a raft drifting with the water…
so soft, bobbing like a raft on a calm river..
let it be, let the flow. Her body doesn’t regret it, the sweet feeling is tense.
Who said the raft was drifting, she was mute on it… didn’t feel any sensation, the pleasure shook when I touched her lightly
Here is the fulcrum… Here is the lady, thin and bare, the fork protruding into the fertile land… Here is the stream full of water… Slowly touching… The beggar’s stick tip crept in to search
push, poke, slide up
a..a..that’s right she’s a..when the beggar poked her right..
suck in, two juicy buds. flirting like two opponents.. don’t understand.. want to go in but can’t see the way
Suddenly she gently pulled her legs up… her pussy arched up waiting… looking… looking at the man… L.. she waited for the beggar to poke the right thing
a…a moaning sound somewhere in the empty room…when my hand contracted to fondle her nipple…reluctantly, swelling up inside, a drop of colostrum was looming on the tip…screwing quickly, she pulled my lips to her nipple….
Kiss, kiss..like a baby full of milk..just fondling and playing with the head
like the wind last night howled, like the rain last night was pouring down on the yard, her hand reached down to my butt… hard… pulling in
let the boy’s mouth hold the water on the plump head… on the head a shivering feeling, my back was cold a feeling ran down…
it’s like there’s…a mouth of something tightly closed and pulling in..
Suddenly remembering the day before, Mr. Dam was bouncing on Ms. Hong’s plump ass… the innate instinct passed down through the ages, the image of her screaming when Mr. Dam was bouncing his hips… the words he said yesterday were like words from a treasured heirloom…
Men can not do that is humiliating
my mouth still sucked her breast tightly.. i bounced my hips, drifted lightly, when she tensed up she seemed to explode.. uh uh.. uh she tensed up and tears welled up
suddenly…her hips jerked up
ringing .. drowning out the man’s hardness that L ..she sucked tightly
The moment, half dream, half awake, still remains in my subconscious… I whisper as if to say
Mr. Dam, my dick can sing now.
The mute girl was also surprised…her heart was pounding…her flower bud below seemed to be stretching…tweezers tweezers
like a baby’s hand fondling and caressing, tightly holding the erect, hard penis..
Mr. Dam, I can fuck now…Your ginseng juice makes me feel so good
This moment seems to last forever…it still silently remembers the beginning…
no rhythm..no thrusting in, feeling her arms hugging…like holding tight..
Somewhere in my heart, the moonlit night by the riverbank echoes… on the shore, boys and girls sing, echoing throughout the river… the banana raft of love between me and her still quietly drifts… covering her head with a wreath of flowers… rippling in the waves… her alone, gentle as the water. cool, smooth, gentle, the most beautiful girl in the countryside… beauty like a fruit that makes many people infatuated… now floating with me, she hugs me back…
don’t know, don’t know hidden suffering, disaster, only know today. she and I are on a banana raft drifting down the vast river..
someone will say.. sex is about going in and out really hard…heroically
no…no
no, my story..that magical moment, I only saw her legs gently swaying. She pulled my lips..a once in a thousand year kiss..while kissing, I cried, sobbing as if her life was wronged..
cry because of pain, cry because of happiness, cry because of the fate of women.., cry because the beauty was drowned by life, now the burden is gone
I don’t know..just touch my lips to the water drops melting on my rosy cheeks, the sweet scent of the first ripe fruit of the season
gently lifted myself up..looking down at the green grass..the mound bulged like an upside down sticky rice plate
She was silent all this time. It seemed like the pain and suffering in her pussy down there was fading away. Now she gently pushed my hips up.
It seems like she wants to say…click click…click click like Mr. Dam
out.. gently pull out..
in, i pushed it in again….
she twisted her hips… suddenly she wrapped her legs around my ass…
catch the rhythm.. in and out, stretching the flower bud, L.. she is holding it tightly
it’s over..dead..
a chill down my spine..somewhere down there my scrotum is bulging….
the last tweezers are deep..
uh uh…her arm around my shoulder pressed hard
like a stream overflowing… gushing and gushing… her hips arched, bucked, and arched… to receive. Her face opened wide… in surprise then closed… her lips pursed, smiling.
The lamp on the table was blown away by the wind as if it had gone out at some point. No, it had just gone out when I stretched myself and thrust into L….she was really strong, outside the earthenware heron was quacking again as if sending me and her off on the banana raft…the night drifting with the flow of sex
night, village night,
early winter night,…the wind seemed to stop blowing, bringing joy and happiness here…
motionless, tingling pleasure. She and I are feeling it.
I only remember… the moment my whole body felt motionless, I only remember the feeling of my legs feeling light and my whole body…
I just remember suddenly leaning over to her plump thighs.
…her belly seemed to chase after me, pressing lightly…as she kept pressing the butterfly of spring love in…letting them hold each other, it seemed like she didn’t want them to let go…L…still throbbing as if she wanted to eat my cock head again….
That night and forever after, I understood how powerful Mr. Dam’s ginseng and herbal medicine juice was.
Sinking… hidden, tonight you and I drift down the quiet river