It was just about the end of the day when it suddenly started to rain heavily. A curtain hung between heaven and earth, covering and flooding everything. Occasionally, a few flashes of lightning pierced the sky, reflecting the shadows of the surrounding tall buildings. I lit a cigarette and waited patiently.
Colleagues have gone home, only the cleaner and I were in the office, the electric light was bright and dim because of the thunder, the only constant was the fiery red cigarette butt.
Already on the verge of burning through the filter, I sighed and threw the cigarette away.
It was still raining hard, the kind of pouring rain that rarely happens in a season like this. I pulled my motorcycle out of the underground garage and put on my helmet. I didn’t wear rain gear, because in that much rain, it was as good as nothing.
As the car drove up the street, there were very few pedestrians around, and if there were any, they were sparsely hidden under the eaves of the stores. The rain immediately soaked all the clothes and pants on my body, cold against my skin.
I rode slowly, and since I had already gotten wet, it didn’t matter how much. Although I was living that hopelessly myself, I was not yet at the point of seeking death.
Turning a corner, I looked upward out of habit. There once lived my girlfriend. At the thought of her, I felt a twinge of warmth in my heart, followed by a vague heartache. That was many years ago.
She and I were in the same class and were very close, the kind of friends who talked about the opposite sex and often came home from school together to discuss homework.
By that time both boys and girls had developed and understood what the attraction of the opposite sex was. I had a crush on her as well, and she never rejected it, and everything went on non-committally. But we never picked up on our relationship, and when the opportunity arose, she always forked the subject.
After going to college, we separated, because the university are living in, our contact slowly reduced. However, I never felt the thoughts of her have disappeared, and even in my dreams, there is a girl’s smiling face in the haze, exactly the same as her.
The last time I heard from her was about a year ago, when I heard almost simultaneously that she had a boyfriend and that she was getting married. I learned that her “husband” was a few years older than me, and seemed to be a boss. At that moment, I was playing cards with my old classmates, and we were sitting on the grass in the open air. I looked up and saw that the sky seemed to be darkening, and my stomach began to ache.
The motorcycle slowly turned the corner, I had a feeling that I would see, her today. Across the street there was a pair of middle school looking boys and girls, tightly packed under an umbrella, the guy was handsome, and in his arms was a girl with an innocent and happy face.
I rounded the corner and for a split second, time stopped. There was a pregnant woman in white in the middle of the road, waddling toward the other side of the street with a full-term belly. It was a face I will never forget in this life. The wind was howling, blowing the umbrella in her hand to the ground, and a young man was rushing behind her with an old woman in his arms.
It was dark, but vaguely she seemed to have switched to short hair, like many pregnant women.
Beneath me, the wheels went over the standing water, and everything went terribly slow.
My ears were wrapped tightly in my helmet, but the thunder penetrated and shook the inside buzzing. Behind the thunder, I seemed to hear the sound of her hymen being torn and her moans of forced pleasure.
My stomach began to convulse.
She glanced at me and saw a man on a motorcycle, drenched in rain, but with a helmet covering his head.
Her stomach was no longer as flat as it had been in the past, it was bulging like a hill. Her tummy is no longer as flat as it used to be, it is as big as a mountain. I don’t know how many times her tummy has been pumped and how much semen has been pumped into it by that man before it has become the fruit of her love.
Suddenly, an unstoppable rage erupted from within me. I spun the throttle, the motor roared to life, and the motorcycle accelerated violently, charging toward her.
The headlights shone down on her and she turned around in fear, frozen in place. The motorcycle was traveling at 60 yards when the front wheel slammed into her upturned stomach, bouncing her off the ground.
I heard a muffled grunt as her body flew backwards and landed on the ground 2 meters away, her legs splayed outwards as she knelt down and covered her lower body.
She glanced up at me, and it was a vacant look, with nothing in it. After two seconds, she collapsed limply.
Everything happened so suddenly that the man and the woman couldn’t even cry out in shock, completely frozen.
I put on the gas and scurried toward the trail. It was still raining as hard as ever, and it was darker.
Since then, more has slowly been heard about her.
The day of the accident, her baby was gone. Some people say that it was due at the end of the month, and the crash was so bad that when they got to the hospital, the baby’s head was pushed out of the uterus and sticking out of the pussy, and so on. But some are believable, she was hit by me broke the back of the spine, the whole lower body, from the waist there is no feeling. Six months later, her man divorced her, no boss would be with a woman who had no feeling in her lower body, it was no different than raping a corpse. When he left, he left nothing behind. She had to go back to her house.
Later, I found her phone number from a classmate. Since we hadn’t been in touch for a long time, it took me a lot of effort to get her to trust and accept me again. Of course, it was still just a good friend relationship, because I started to make it clear to her that I was now leading a very stable and privileged life, and that my wife was also very virtuous, and so on.
After another six months, I finally stepped through the door of her past mother’s house and brought my wife with me.
Her house hadn’t changed much, it was almost the same as it had been a long time ago, with a few pieces of furniture replaced. The wallpaper on the walls was stained and the floors were old, but clean.
She came to open the door in a wheelchair, and I learned from her that her father had died in a car accident some days ago, and her mother was doing some small business outside, and the two of them were living in poverty.
She looked haggard and much older, but the shadow of the beautiful and sweet little girl she used to be was ever present in her face and could not be erased.
I introduced my wife to her. My wife is younger than her, beautiful, smooth skin and firm breasts.
We chatted for a while, and she said that she was now submitting herself through the internet and writing little articles as well; after all, she had been through so much, and she should write about it so that other girls could read it.
At that moment, I was so agitated that I thought she was going to say something like she’d mistaken someone for someone else and taken a wrong turn, and then I’d imply what a pure love I myself had once had, but sadly had given up on.
But she didn’t mention anything, she concluded that she had a bad fate, that she had to be careful crossing the street, etc.
She’s still as stupid as she used to be, and will never know how much someone once loved her, and couldn’t even let go of that relationship in this life.
While she was swinging her wheelchair into the living room to get some fruit, I did the most unthinkable thing: I took out a handkerchief soaked in ether and covered my wife’s mouth and nose, and she immediately went limp. I gently carried my wife to the sofa, walked to the living room, went around her back, and paralyzed her as well.
I pushed her to the edge of the bed and then carried my wife to the bed. In the wheelchair, her eyes were open and dazed, just as they had been that day.
I stripped my wife of her clothes and pants in a few moments, revealing her youthful and beautiful body, her skin was smooth and delicate, her nipples were pink; there was very little hair on her body, and her pussy was high and bulging, with some pubic hairs sparsely on it.
My wife and I met only last year, when she had just graduated from college and joined my current company. Because I was her top boss, plus usually take good care of it, she soon broke up with her original boyfriend and followed me. When I first joined the company, there were times when I saw a boy on the ground floor of the company, timidly stopped by the security guard outside the door, waiting for her to get off work. But many times she ignored her and walked forward, causing the boy to follow like a lapdog. But she treated me with great respect, calling me manager when she saw me, and bringing me tea and water. I got used to it.
I remember when my wife just broke up with her boyfriend, she cried and cried all day like a tearful person, making it look like she was dumped. Wife’s sex drive is quite strong, and not taboo any form, as long as I like, abuse, anal sex to all. But sometimes when I have sex with my wife, I will think of the one that makes me haunted by her, this time there will be two results: either become interested in nothing, soft sloppy; or become angry abnormal, hard-on.
Both women were now in front of me, the one I had wanted but not gotten, who had aged and would continue to do so, and the one who had come to me on her own, having always thought I loved her, and who, despite her plump and tantalizing flesh, I had never been attracted to.
I lifted my erection and inserted it, my wife’s pussy was always wet, she was very young, but the reason for my erection was the bystander. I grabbed my wife’s plump breasts hard and wide, pulling out a fingerprint, and thrusting so fast that lust soon overflowed from her flesh, the cavity inside flopping inside and out, her erect clit against my pubic bone.
At the sight of this lewd scene, the color of her face in the wheelchair also began to redden and she breathed rapidly.
The amount of ether she received was relatively small, and she slowly woke up in a while, but she moaned loudly, “Oh… fuck me… oh… the back too…”
When she opened her eyes and saw this scene, she struggled and twisted her body: “Ah… what are you doing? Let go of me… Oooo…”
To prevent her from screaming, I jammed my hands around her neck, and immediately, my wife’s face went red.
“Do… do… what…” Her voice was slurred.
I increased my strength and pushed in deeper on the bottom.
I watched as my wife’s face turned from red to purple, the veins and veins on her forehead flaring up one by one, her eyes filling with blood. She fought to stir her legs, helplessly blocked by my body, and could only reach helplessly toward the sky. Slowly, her struggles became less, her tongue stuck out, the crow protruded, and the gleam in her eyes faded.
I continued to jam my neck, when suddenly her legs jerked violently and I felt my lower body being sucked in with great forcefulness, this went on for about half a minute before her body went completely slack.
It would be a shame to kill such a beautiful woman, but I don’t love her at all, but the bottom line is that she shouldn’t have clamored to come here with me today and see me for what I am.
I pushed my wife’s body to a corner of the bed, where her beautiful torso was so soft it was piled up in a heap, arms and legs interlocked and stacked on top of each other, one breast bulging out of the crack.
I carried the fear-filled, my favorite woman to the bed and undressed her little by little.
Her breasts were already flat, with only two nipples standing out. Peeling back her boxers, there was a big wet spot inside.
Because my lower body was paralyzed, I easily spread her legs apart to the widest angle possible, exposing her full pussy. I lowered my head and pressed my face against it as I stuck my tongue into the wet, warm cunt and sucked a little of the lewd water she was producing.
I stood up and said, “Wait for me.”
I walked to the kitchen with my purple-red rod towering to the sky, and grabbed a sharp kitchen knife. Back in the bedroom, I lay on top of her: “You know what? I’ve always loved you. But you don’t know that. You never cared about my feelings.”
I slowly found her veins located in her neck and gently, bit by bit, cut them.
“I don’t know why you… used to… avoid me all the time. Were you afraid? Hey, hey, now, I’m coming…”
The knife slashed across her somewhat loose skin, cutting shallow slits that were about to touch the walls of her veins.
“Do you know how I felt when I found out you were married? Do you know that I love you? Why? Why… you wouldn’t give me a chance… was it because I was poor? Undeveloped?”
A trickle of blood escaped, and her body shuddered reflexively.
“What do you know about love? Me! I am love. I love you the most, you know?!”
“And I’m going to tell you a secret, what? Can’t guess? Let me tell you, a year ago, it was, me, bumping, you!”
“I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you, I don’t want to hurt you, but you know what? I’m going to show you what kind of love you really got. He left you, he left nothing behind, you think you can leave him behind?”
Tears welled up in her eyes and ran down the corners of her eyes to her temples.
“I’m distressed… Do you know what distress is? You women only know how to shed tears, but have you ever really felt pain? … You wouldn’t know that men don’t shed tears, men only bleed in their hearts!”
The veins on either side of her had been cut, and she lay bleeding onto the sheets.
“Now, I’m going to own you, I’m going to be inside you, even though it’s already someone else’s place.
I don’t care! I don’t care! Hahahahaha!”
I laughed and burst into tears.
I jerked my somewhat limp rod and poked it in. It was so loose inside that there was hardly any feeling, but I was thrusting and stirring hard, hoping to give her pleasure.
Her mouth could only make whimpering noises in addition to gasps as her body began to be able to move.
I dropped the chopper, pinched her nipples with both hands and turned them gently, leaning down to lick her areolas and earrings. The rod stirred in her wide cunt, making a “pwah, pwah, pwah” sound with the lustful water.
The blood flowed more and more, some of it seeping into the sheets too late and onto the floor.
I rammed harder, almost wrenching her legs off, my mouth leaning over her neck, sucking vigorously on her blood, the whole room filling with the thick odor of blood.
Her waist arched back, no, I should say was pushed up against me, and blood flowed onto her chest and smeared onto my body.
Slowly, we became two men frolicking in a pool of blood, copulating furiously.
She had been able to move, but had lost her strength completely due to blood loss.
Her eyes faded from black to gray, her skin was snow white, and her lips were beginning to dry out from the loss of blood.
I tightened my hold on her, making myself go deeper, but yes her body was already starting to go cold, the life force was fading.
The orgasm was coming, and I felt a huge amount of cum building up in my own lower body for the first time in my life.
“I love you! I love you! …” I cried out in a frenzy. Unable to stand it any longer, the floodgates opened down there and hot semen rushed into her womb, seemingly endlessly.
I felt her cunt suddenly twitch, the walls of flesh turning over and wrapping around my rod, trembling violently, while her legs coiled incredibly around my waist, tightening more and more. She regained consciousness.
Time seemed to pause, and I don’t know how long it was before she was limp and breathless.
I was faced with a familiar and unfamiliar face that was already bloodless. Her lips were moving slightly, and as I watched carefully, it turned out that she was saying, “I, love, you.” In an instant, two huge teardrops rolled down from those big beautiful eyes. Then her gray eyes became completely lifeless; life had left her.
I closed her eyes for her and pulled out of her still warm pussy. I crossed her arms over her privates, she was so beautiful, all back to her youthful, chaste, innocent self.
I dripped blood and walked to the living room. Outside a gale was blowing, whistling and whirring through the gaps between the tall buildings around us.
I struggled to open the window; the people below were as small as ants. The sky was overcast, and a little lower down, huge cumulonimbus clouds moved quickly. In the distant sky, a bright line shot down to the earth, where the sky was also a golden color.
I looked up at the sky and took a long stride out, the wind passing between my ears, and all I could hear was my heart beating slowly and powerfully inside me, far away.
“D… d… d… d… d… d… d… d… d… d… d… d… d…”