Personal experience

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This person's name is Li Yan. When we were little, I called her "sister," and I called her mother "grandma." Our two families had a very good relationship; we'd been neighbors for over ten years since 1982. Li Yan was four years older than me. She didn't go to university; after graduating high school, she found a job selling food in a shopping mall. After she got married, I rarely saw her. As I left home to live at school, it seemed like the two of us, who had drifted further and further apart, would become strangers. But life often takes unexpected turns. Anyway, that summer, the weather was extremely hot, and because of my studies, my family wouldn't let me go out at all. Every time my classmates called, my mom would say I was at my grandma's house for the summer. After a week, I was almost going crazy. One day, Aunt Li from across the street came to my house to borrow some hot water. She mentioned that her daughter had given birth to a big, healthy baby boy at the beginning of last month. As soon as her postpartum period was over, the old lady brought her daughter and grandson back to her own home to take care of them. Because her son-in-law's family lived in a factory dormitory in the suburbs, which wasn't as convenient as living in the city, and her daughter felt it was more comfortable to stay with her mother, she came back to stay for a few months. Aunt Li happened to see me at home and specifically said to my mother, "Your college student is so sensible, studying at home every day! Now that Yan Yan is back, you should come and visit more often, don't just stay cooped up at home." My mother also felt that it wasn't good for me to stay home all the time, so she readily agreed... Aunt Li said that since we're so familiar now, her family is feeding her daughter and grandson fish, shrimp, chicken, and duck at every meal, so don't be shy. My mother was still a little embarrassed. Aunt Li then invited me to her house for lunch. So, almost two years later, I saw Li Yan again at the dinner table at Li Yan's parents' house. Although Li Yan didn't have much education, she was quite pretty, slim, and of medium height. She seemed to have gained a lot of weight after getting married and having a child. She had short hair, and although she had gained weight, her skin was much fairer. She was wearing a floral pajama and was already eating. When she saw me, she said shyly, "I didn't know you were here." I was in a good mood during the meal. Aunt Li and Li Yan kept praising me. The old lady kept saying that she hoped her grandson would also get into a prestigious university like mine. After dinner, Aunt Li said she'd tidy up and go to the supermarket to buy diapers for the little one, and that the siblings could chat while she went to see her precious grandson. So I happily went into Li Yan's room—a small room I frequented for seven or eight years before university. Inside, on a single bed with a mosquito net, I could vaguely make out the shape of a baby covered with a towel. The room was small, and Li Yan and I sat together on the edge of the bed, carefully examining the infant. The baby was sleeping soundly, as if under anesthesia, completely still. We talked about the baby for a bit. I noticed her pinching her arm tightly, and Li Yan told me that the baby nursed every two hours, but because of the frequency, the baby never finished. She had to pump milk day and night, until her arms ached so much she could barely lift them. She complained that she was afraid of gaining weight, but her mother still desperately fed her delicious food at every meal. If the baby didn't eat, her mother would get angry; if the baby ate, besides the painful engorgement of her breasts, she would gain weight on her arms and stomach. At that time, I had no sexual experience, but in that enclosed little room, I felt increasingly tense, a strange, inexplicable feeling. A very oppressive feeling. Every time Li Yan bent down to look at her son, I could clearly see her large breasts swaying below her neckline. Having known her for so long, I never imagined Li Yan's breasts had become so full. Her buttocks must have become much rounder too, tightly stretching her pajama pants as if they were about to burst. With the breeze from the fan, wafts of shower gel and a strange smell wafted through the air; I guessed it was the smell of her breast milk. As I stared blankly at Li Yan's neckline, she probably noticed. Because we were close since childhood, she smiled and lowered her voice, saying to me, "What are you looking at? I'll tell your mom." She seemed a little concerned. She turned and lay down next to her son, her back to me, picking up a magazine. I was momentarily at a loss. I sat there, unsure how to answer her. After a few seconds of silence, Li Yan spoke first, "I'm dying! My breasts are so engorged and painful after lunch. You should go back; I need to pump." I said "Oh," and slowly stood up, my mind blank, looking at Li Yan as I walked towards the door. She sat on the bed, her back to me, and unbuttoned her pajamas. Just as I reached for the doorknob, I heard Li Yan let out a low moan, accompanied by the sound of liquid hitting a container. Suddenly, as if possessed by a demon, I released the doorknob, quickly walked back to the bedside, sat down next to her, and placed my hands on her shoulders. Li Yan was startled, looked up, and froze when she saw me. I saw a snow-white breast, about half the size of a thermos, with faint blue veins on it. The nipple on the dark areola resembled a small bayberry. Due to the accident, milk flew through the air like a showerhead, splashing onto the mat and mosquito net opposite us. I remember then hugging Li Yan tightly. She stood there, still clutching a baby bottle in one hand. I pressed her down on the bed and kissed her lips. She glanced at her child beside her. Then she twisted her waist and started pushing me away. Neither of us spoke. We were just struggling. I held her shoulders down; she turned her head to prevent me from kissing her lips. I lowered my head and found her trembling breast, taking the still-spurting nipple into my mouth. The mouth felt warm, a little sweet, a little salty, and a faint fishy taste. I don't know where I got the courage, but I sucked hard a few times and noticed the resistance from below was weakening, so I tried to pull down Li Yan's pajama bottoms. At that moment, I heard Li Yan urgently say, "No, no, I'm going to call for help." I was already frantic and didn't listen to her, desperately pulling at her pajama bottoms. Suddenly, she hit my head hard with the baby bottle in her hand; by then, I couldn't feel the pain anymore. We both rolled off the bed, clutching each other. That's when I realized that women can be quite strong. I couldn't control her at all. Afraid of something bad happening, I regained my senses and said, "Sister Yan, I was wrong. Please forgive me." I saw her stunned, wanting to say something but unable to. So I hugged her and said, "Sister, your hands are tired, let me help you express some." I grabbed her breasts with both hands and kissed her ear. She pushed me away without saying anything. I saw her hair was messy, her face was pale and red, and she was panting. I said, "Then let me have some." She said, "Why?" but didn't dodge. I bent down and started sucking on one of her breasts, but I couldn't get much out. I tried to grab it with my hand, hurting her. She said, "Oh no, you're becoming a little hooligan!" I asked Li Yan why she couldn't get any milk out. She silently pinched and pressed the breast a few times, and the white milk started gushing out again. I bent down and took a few sips, then heard her say, "You're so stupid, not even as good as my son." We both secretly laughed out loud. Just then, the baby on the bed rolled over and made a "ah ah" sound. Li Yan said, "Okay, okay, that's enough." I didn't want to let her go. She scared me, saying, "My mom seems to have gone upstairs." I was scared and hesitated, straightening my clothes. While fixing her hair, she said, "Why don't you go find your own mom?" Then she laughed at herself. I went home absentmindedly, quickly went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and found that my little brother was still standing up, bulging against my shorts. I masturbated in the bathroom, my mind filled with the image of Li Yan's white body. That evening after dinner, Aunt Li knocked on the door, startling me. I thought Li Yan had told her and come to complain. Thankfully, Aunt Li said as she left, "Next time, bring some books for Yan Yan to read." I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't fall asleep until almost dawn that night. The next day, I tried to go to her house again, but my mother asked me to go with her to the neighborhood office. I glanced at Li Yan's door almost every step I took downstairs. The third day, no one was home, so I wanted to invite Li Yan over. We had many new videotapes and movies, which Li Yan loved. Before she got married, she loved coming to my house to watch videos. Aunt Li told me that Li Yan had taken her son for a medical checkup. I was a little disappointed. Aunt Li added that she would call me when she returned, saying it would be more lively with more people. After dinner, I heard the door open across the street, grabbed a magazine, and rushed out. My mother called out, "Where are you going?" I said, "Li Yan asked to borrow my magazine." At the door, I saw Uncle Li and Aunt Li holding their grandson, about to go for a walk. I pretended to say that Li Yan had borrowed these books from me, and they were for you. The old couple said, "Go inside, this lazy girl is watching TV." The sound of the door closing and them going downstairs followed. I tiptoed in. Li Yan, sitting on the sofa, looked up and called out, "How did you get in?" I slowly sat down beside her and said, "I brought you your favorite magazines." Then I stared at her chest. Li Yan actually laughed, "You're pushing your luck!" Everything was harmonious after that; the two of them chatted and laughed. When I touched her, I saw she had unbuttoned two buttons. She sat with me on her lap and nursed me for about ten minutes, like a breastfeeding nurse. While suckling her nipple, I touched her other breast; it felt hot and hard, but I still couldn't taste it. She had to squeeze it with her hands. She pinched her breast with her fingers, and milk gushed out like a fountain, constantly making me choke. Then I felt Li Yan's eyes narrow and her breathing become rapid. I quickly pulled down her pants, and she gave me a token push. Everything then descended into madness. I didn't even glance at Li Yan's genitals before hastily inserting my penis; it was already very slippery. I remember holding her plump buttocks with both hands as I thrust downwards, while lifting her lower body upwards with my other hands.Every thrust was deep. She cried out as if she were a different person. The only regret was that I was too eager; hearing her moans, I surrendered in less than five minutes. As I hurriedly pulled up my pants, she lay lazily on the sofa. I asked, "Sister Yan, will you get pregnant?" She said, "If I get pregnant, I'll go back to my parents' home. Can you marry me?" I said, "I don't know, my mom is very powerful." She laughed. When she left, she actually came out to see me off. I kissed her. She whispered in my ear, "Next time you come to nurse, you have to hold it in your mouth. You can't suckle it by biting, you idiot." I said, "Biting? That would bite it off." She said, pulling me over and biting my lips a few times. That summer, for about a month, Li Yan and I tried to find opportunities to meet almost every day. Once, while we were making love, her son started crying. She gave him a nipple. I said, "No, they're all mine." Li Yan said, "Oh, good boy. Here, have one too." It was a truly beautiful time. Later, she went back to her husband's home. I also found a girlfriend in college. Later still, I left that city. I found a new girlfriend, got married, and started a busy life. This past Spring Festival, my family told me that Old Li's family had moved away. I asked about Li Yan. My mother said that she got laid off and soon divorced. She came back and went to work in the clothing industry in the south for half a year. At that moment, looking at the strangers coming and going across the street, I suddenly felt as if I saw them. Twenty years ago, a young me and a youthful Li Yan were kissing at the door.

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