Alan’s Erotic Adventure novel Chapter 15

Alan grabbed Sue’s hips and thrust into her as fast and as hard as he could. Her pussy started to gush like a fountain and felt embarrassed as she would have to see him in class again next Monday.

It was another pleasant dawn. Birds in the village already got up for insects. The whole Vergina Village was pervasive with spring dews and the mountain was enveloped with heavy fog. The peach flowers were so flourishing like Sue satisfied last night.

Alan went out early and came to Barton at the neighboring village. But of course Alan only wanted no one but Amy to notice what he did. Amy had already known how to deal with her parents.

Alan took a small bamboo, borrowed some old-fashioned clothes from headmaster Thomas, and put some cloth and fake beards in his pockets. He then trudged through the mountain.

But he should walk along the one and only road toward the top of the mountain and went to the neighboring town or the towns outside. It was fraught with overgrown grass all along the way.

Alan groped ahead with the map roughly drew by Amy and kept asking directions all along.

Barton lived in the Pear Village located to the east of the Vergina Village. Alan had to climb over two mountains after he reached the peak. He was exhausted when he suddenly found no roads ahead. “Look at the badly scrawled map. What the fuck is it?”

Looking back, Alan couldn’t help swearing, for he couldn’t even see the road behind him. How could he walk so long? He had to continue his way by judging the direction. The farther he walked, the weirder he found. He was completely lost.

What a gigantic mountain! It was not a joke to get lost in the mountain. Alan became a little worried, as he would be in danger if the night fell and animals hung out. Tigers or lions might not appear, but a large number of pythons or vipers were really frightening. Even wild boars would rush to him when they were stimulated.

“Where the hell is the Pear Village? There is even no one in here.” Alan was parched and distressed. As he felt awful, he intended to ask Amy for some benefits.

Suddenly he saw a village woman in front of him.

“Madam, may I ask how can I get to the Pear Village?” Alan ran over as he yelled desperately but excitedly as if to see the dawn of hope. He found her extremely appealing though she lived in such a remote village.

The woman in simple clothes with a plain face was aged a little more than 30. She was carrying a big tree that weighed around 50kg.

Lacking convenient transportations, the villagers just made the things they wanted from wood or bamboo instead, like beds, wooden tables and bamboo chairs. The villages were home to specialized craftsmen.

As a result, it was common to witness people carrying trees from hilltop to the village. It was exhausting of course. Some would even carry trees to the town dozens of miles away through 5 mountains to sell for a few more bucks. One single tree could be carried per day in exchange of 2 bucks. Alan heard of these from his father, as his parents used to carry trees to raise him up.

“The Pear Village? What a coincidence. I am now carrying it there for sale.” She stopped for a rest and was quite enthusiastic. He saw Donna with the tree on her shoulder, holding a stick in hand as a support. That was why short guys were everywhere in the village.