Coming-of-Age Ceremony

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In recent years, handheld video cameras have become very popular, and many families own one to record happy moments and preserve memories; or to film the scenery while traveling, reliving those moments from time to time. But has anyone ever filmed their first sexual encounter with someone of the opposite sex? This is an interesting question. Even today, with handheld video cameras so prevalent, not many people would do this. If it were more than ten years ago, before television recording was widespread, and it were filmed by a third party, I believe it would be even rarer, unless forced or completely unknowing. But mine was voluntary.

My name is Hu Pu. I was sixteen and a half years old that year. My parents and I had immigrated to Canada from Hong Kong for just over two years. A year ago, they returned to Hong Kong to continue their business, and I lived with my sister and brother-in-law in a large house in North York, Toronto, attending Class 11. They treated me well; actually, it was they who applied for our whole family's immigration.

My sister is seven years older than me. My brother-in-law owns a convenience store, and the couple works more than ten hours a day, rarely being home. They have no children. Although their work is hard, their income is good, and on weekends, I also help with deliveries at the store.

The incident occurred during the summer vacation of 1977. I had been helping out at the shop throughout the summer, but at the end of July, the entire shop took a week off. My sister and brother-in-law went to California to visit their parents, but I didn't go with them. Instead, I arranged to meet Yabo to "shoot a TV program"—not a television program, but a VCR he had borrowed from a friend . It was a very new and expensive gadget back then, beyond the reach of most people.

I was already quite fond of photography and had some skill at it, but I had never tried video recording before.

Yabo was my classmate, of Italian descent. We both loved photography and participated in the school's photography group, often asking female classmates to model for portraits. He was handsome and very popular with girls; he was usually the one who invited them to be models. Due to cultural influences, I was relatively conservative, but I was much more open-minded than I had been in Hong Kong.

He had borrowed the VCR from a distant relative, whom I had met once before. His name was William, and Yabo said he was an amateur filmmaker.

Although the equipment was quite bulky and the image quality wasn't as clear as it is now, I was completely captivated, utterly mesmerized.

We carried (no exaggeration) the camera and video recorder around the city filming everything, watched them again and again at home, and were incredibly excited. Unfortunately, we had to return them to their owner the next day; these things were just too expensive, and we couldn't afford to pay for them if we damaged them.

The next day, I had to return the camera and video recorder to their owner. Yabo was unavailable, so I had to go alone.

The address was an upscale residence at the intersection of Bayview Road and Finch Street. I struggled to carry these two pieces of equipment (at that time, the camera and video recorder were separate machines), each weighing thirty pounds, to the door. A Western man in his thirties, William, the owner, answered the door

. His house was very large, with an underground swimming pool in the backyard. He invited me into the living room and offered me cold drinks. "You really like this stuff, don't you?" he asked, pointing to the camera.

"Yes, it's better than still photography. No need for developing, you can play it immediately. It's a pity it's too expensive, I can't afford it."

"Haha...it is a bit expensive, but the advantage is that you can shoot some very private things without having to hand them over to someone else for processing. I believe this stuff will depreciate in the future. Can I see what you shot yesterday?" "Sure, please give me your feedback."

We quickly finished watching it. We shot all day yesterday, but it was actually only about ten minutes long. I described the shooting process, and he asked a few questions, smiling continuously.

"Not bad, not bad, you've achieved this much on your first try! Wow! I'll be shooting a few clips tomorrow, are you interested in coming to see them, young man?"

"Yes, will it bother you?

" "No, come here at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll be waiting for you."

"Really?

I'll definitely come, ten o'clock tomorrow morning." The next morning at exactly ten o'clock, I rang William's doorbell.

"You're so punctual, welcome, come and have breakfast!" His enthusiasm made me a little flattered.

He led me to the poolside, where breakfast had already been laid out, and two girls in bikinis were sitting on the poolside.

“Hey beautiful, want to come over for a coffee?” William called to them as soon as we sat down.

They were both around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with excellent figures and all seven or eight out of ten beauties. After introductions, I learned that the girl in the red and white top of the swimsuit was named Jane, and Rose was wearing a yellow swimsuit with long, glossy black hair.

“They’re the models I hired. I’ll be shooting some swimsuit scenes with them later, and I need some help. Luckily, you came to help me.”

I didn’t go into the formalities we exchanged. After breakfast, we set up the equipment for the shoot. William had many other accessories to make the effect even better. He taught them how to pose by the pool, splashing and playing in the water. They were very engaged, and the atmosphere was great.

Suddenly, William said to me, “You join them too. I want to film the three of you playing in the water together.”

I had never been with such beautiful girls before, and so close. They were wearing so little; I could see their pores clearly, even the nipples protruding under their swimsuits. I was a little distracted. The girls noticed and giggled, making me blush.

William came up with a simple scenario: they were having afternoon tea by a hotel pool, and I was to play the role of their waitress, while they were mischievous girls who would push me into the water when I wasn't looking. We thought it would be fun and did as they suggested, but there was a small mishap. When they were pushing me, I accidentally ripped off the top of Jane's swimsuit as I was about to fall in. When I surfaced, Jane was covering her chest with her hands, and Rose and William were laughing so hard they were doubled over.

I quickly swam back to the edge of the pool, climbed ashore, and apologized to Jane. She gave me a shy but reproachful glare. Rose came over and tried to pull her hands away from her chest, but Jane turned away and bumped into me. We lost our balance and both fell into the pool.

When I surfaced again, Jane was also on the surface. This time, she could no longer cover her chest with her hands, and a pair of snow-white, full breasts were exposed before my eyes. My heart pounded; it was the first time I had ever seen a real woman's breasts. Jane swam back to the poolside, climbed ashore, and no longer covered her chest. Instead, she chased after Rose, trying to take off the top of her swimsuit. As they chased each other, Jane's breasts bounced up and down, very alluring. I was momentarily distracted, swallowed some water, and choked. I quickly swam back to the poolside to catch my breath. By then, Jane had found the top of her swimsuit and put it on. She came over and asked how I was. Rose also came over, a hint of mockery on her lips.

"I'm fine," I said, catching my breath.

"How are you?" William also came over and asked. Seeing that I was alright, he said to the girls, "That's all for today. You can change and go home. We'll come back tomorrow to shoot the indoor scenes."

As Jane left, she gave me two flirtatious winks: "I hope to see you again tomorrow. You're very cute."

"Go take a shower, change your clothes, and I'll show you a few clips. Then help me with some editing, okay?"

I couldn't refuse William's invitation. I did

n't change my clothes. I took off my wet clothes, rinsed myself off, and put on one of William's morning robes, completely naked underneath. He led me to the basement, which was nine hundred square feet in size. There was a giant television and other video equipment. We sat on a long sofa, and he played the videotape he had just filmed. I saw myself awkwardly standing between two girls. Then I saw Jane's bare breasts; William filmed a close-up, clearly showing their shape, the white, tender mounds, and the pink nipples bobbing up and down. A surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen, and my genitals swelled.

"Not bad, right? Tomorrow, we can add a few more indoor scenes and connect them to another movie. You have to come tomorrow too.

Let's watch another clip!"

He switched to another videotape, turned on the machine, and the initial image on TV seven showed a very beautiful, shapely woman, probably in her twenties, wearing a thin shirt and shorts. She smiled at the camera, loosening her loose hair behind her head, straightening her chest, making her high breasts even more prominent. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing two huge mounds of flesh. She cupped them with her hands, licked her fingers, and circled her nipples, looking blissful. I was stunned. The camera zoomed out, revealing her shapely legs, and she was only wearing a tiny bikini bottom. She reached inside and rubbed her genitals, moaning softly, then slowly pulled off her underwear, spreading her legs to reveal her pubic hair. Immediately, the scene changed, and there were two naked men lying on the bed.

The woman held the two mushroom-shaped penises tightly, licking them like popsicles, alternating between them, sucking and teasing them with her tongue, while her hand moved up and down along the ligaments near the mushroom shape at the neck of each penis. She also licked the two sac-like fleshy balls at the base of each penis, alternating between them, thoroughly enjoying herself. Soon, her mouth focused on one penis while her hand moved on the other. A moment later, a stream of white fluid shot out from the small opening at the tip of the mushroom-shaped penis in her hand, landing on her hand. Almost simultaneously, a thick, milky white liquid shot out from the penis in her mouth, which she ate with relish, smearing it on her face, closing her alluring eyes, completely intoxicated.

"Enjoying it, young man?" Suddenly, a sweet, bell-like voice sounded from behind.

Turning around, I saw a woman standing behind me, wearing only a completely transparent white veil, revealing her naked body underneath. Her figure

was fully exposed, her breasts high and firm, large nipples protruding beneath the thin fabric, and a dark shadow at the end of her perfect legs. (Actually, it wasn't black, but dark brown.) She was the woman from the videotape. I felt hot all over, my heart raced, my lips were dry, and I couldn't speak.

"My name is Daisy," she said, sitting down beside me and staring intently at me

. "How old are you?" She had a sweet, cloying fragrance about her, and her body beneath the veil was simply perfect. I looked away from her nipples and back at her large blue eyes.

"I...I...sixteen...no...eighteen..." I stammered.

"This isn't a strip club where you have to be eighteen to come in," she giggled. "Tell me, have you ever had sex with a woman?" she asked softly.

"I...no...yes...yes..." I blushed deeply.

She pulled open my coat, and I instinctively covered my lower body with my hands. She smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, let me see if you're suitable."

"You should show me too! That's fair," I blurted out.

"Very well, look! When you've seen enough, you have to show me." She stood up, took off her sheer veil, and sat to my left, facing me sideways, her right leg raised high on the back of the sofa, her left foot on the ground, her genitals completely exposed.

A tuft of dark brown hair grew on her lower abdomen, not too much, not too little, neatly trimmed. She cupped her two large breasts in her hands, teasing the protruding nipples with her fingers, then placed her hands on her vulva, parting her white and tender labia, revealing the bright red, moist flesh inside. I stared intently, breathing heavily, as if in deep meditation.

"Do you like it? I can tell you've never seen a woman's thing before, haven't you? Hehe...hehe...um..."

I couldn't actually hear what she was saying, but watching those two vertical, labial skin opening and closing, I was already erect, my organ exposed between her robes.

Daisy waited for me, lifting her morning robe to look at my erect, hard penis. She smiled with satisfaction. I reached out to touch her vulva, but she gently blocked me with her hand and shook her head. "Look, don't touch." But she swept her hand across my vulva, parting my labia, and continued her slow, gentle caress.

I couldn't resist any longer, swallowing hard, my lips dry. "Let me touch it, okay?"

"Tell me honestly, are you a virgin?"

"Yes."

"If you agree to one condition, not only can you touch it to your heart's content, but I can also give you a truly blissful experience."

"What condition?"

"Let William film the whole process for me as a souvenir, okay?"

I looked at William; he also had a questioning expression. "Okay!" I agreed.

"I'll go prepare the lights. You two chat." William left.

Daisy put on the sheer veil she had just taken off, told me to take off my morning robe, and half-reclined on the sofa. She carefully examined my penis, which, already swollen, now looked like a raging tiger.

She gently caressed and teased it, making me feel incredibly good. She opened her lips again and gently pinched the tip of my penis. At that moment, a bright light shone on us; William had started filming. Daisy teased my entire penis with her tongue, giving me indescribable pleasure.

She put my whole penis in her mouth, like licking a "snowy vulva." I felt as if nothing else existed, only waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Her hand rubbed the most sensitive ligament at the tip. Soon, every nerve cell in my body was filled with intense pleasure, wave after wave stronger. Finally, a stream of milky white liquid shot out from my genitals, landing in Daisy's mouth and on her face. An indescribable feeling of comfort and satisfaction washed over me.

I didn't want to ejaculate on Daisy's face, but I couldn't control it. The feeling came too quickly, and the amount was large, with half of it going into her mouth. I thought she would be furious. Unexpectedly, she showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, she licked me with great relish, as if savoring the most exquisite delicacy in the world, licking away every last drop of my fluids. She even wiped her genitals clean and put them in her mouth, clearly enjoying herself.

I relaxed completely and lay comfortably for a while. Then, I turned to get a clear look at Daisy's body, especially the parts that men are least likely to see. I reached out and touched her body, kneading her large breasts and playing with her nipples. My other hand slipped between her legs. She didn't push me away; instead, she parted her legs, allowing me a clear view.

It was the first time I had ever seen a woman's vulva. Because there was nothing else to compare it to, I found it beautiful. Later, I saw countless women's vulvas, and now the image of hers is quite blurry in my mind. But at the time, I remembered it as clean and pleasing to the eye. I believed it couldn't be too bad; it certainly wasn't a dark, inky mess.

At the time, I didn't know how to use my hands to please a woman; I just wanted to look. But I was young and strong then, and even though it was just looking, within fifteen minutes, my lower body was erect again. Daisy added fuel to the fire, and it instantly became a powerful, valiant spear.

She positioned herself, her vulva welcoming my shaft. My instinct drove me forward; it's an innate human instinct, differing only in experience. I thrust aggressively, without gentle control. If my partner were a virgin, it would be very difficult, but this suited Daisy's taste perfectly.

She was experienced and enjoyed the vigorous thrusting. I pumped roughly a few dozen times, gradually becoming more skilled. Having already ejaculated once, I could last much longer this time. Daisy was already aroused, changing positions. She positioned herself, teaching me how to enter. In some positions, she raised one leg high, requiring me to penetrate from the side—for the camera angle. I was completely oblivious to the camera's presence, simply enjoying the visual pleasure. Later, she just cried out incoherently, unable to give coherent instructions. I continued thrusting at full speed, finally ejaculating a second time, this time not on her face, but deep inside her vagina. I collapsed beside her, panting.

This was my first time having sex with a woman, an unforgettable experience. Daisy was very satisfied. She said that with such a performance on my first time, I would definitely be a charming womanizer in the future, extremely popular with women. She didn't always have sex with men; she preferred sucking on men's secretions to intercourse. She mostly gave men oral sex. She only had genital contact with men she liked. She liked me, and since I was a virgin, she wanted to record a video of me having sex with a virgin, so she could enjoy the ultimate pleasure in life. Unexpectedly, I was very vigorous, giving her a highly satisfying experience.

Finally, I must mention the videotape William filmed. I asked him if I could have a copy, and he said yes. But the next morning, when I went to find him, no one answered the door. I couldn't find him for several days until my brother-in-law returned from California. I had to go to work and didn't have time to look for him. Instead, I ran into Jane by chance, but that's another story.

Two weeks later, the newspapers reported that William's house had burned down, almost the entire house was destroyed, and the police suspected the gang. A few days later, he was in the news again. It turned out he had been shot dead in the streets of New York. As for Daisy and the videotape, their whereabouts were unknown. I never saw the videotape.

In recent years, handheld camcorders have become very popular. Many families own one, to record happy moments and preserve them forever; or to film the scenery when traveling, to relive old memories from time to time. But has anyone filmed their first time having sex with someone of the opposite sex? That's an interesting question. Even today, with handheld video cameras so prevalent, not many people would do this. If it were over a decade ago, before television recording was widespread, and filming was done by a third party, it would be one in a million, unless forced or completely unknowing. But I did it voluntarily.

My name is Hu Pu. I was sixteen and a half years old that year. My parents and I had immigrated to Canada from Hong Kong just over two years ago. A year ago, they returned to Hong Kong to continue their business, and I lived with my sister and brother-in-law in a large house in North York, Toronto, attending Class 11. They treated me well. Actually, it was they who applied for our whole family's immigration.

My sister is seven years older than me. My brother-in-law owns a convenience store. The couple works more than ten hours a day and are rarely home. They have no children. Although their work is hard, their income is good. On weekends and holidays, I also help with deliveries at the store.

The incident occurred during the summer vacation of 1977. I had been helping out at the shop throughout the summer, but at the end of July, the entire shop took a week off. My sister and brother-in-law went to California to visit their parents, but I didn't go with them. Instead, I arranged to meet Yabo to "shoot a TV program"—not a television program, but a VCR he had borrowed from a friend . It was a very new and expensive gadget back then, beyond the reach of most people.

I was already quite fond of photography and had some skill at it, but I had never tried video recording before.

Yabo was my classmate, of Italian descent. We both loved photography and participated in the school's photography group, often asking female classmates to model for portraits. He was handsome and very popular with girls; he was usually the one who invited them to be models. Due to cultural influences, I was relatively conservative, but I was much more open-minded than I had been in Hong Kong.

He had borrowed the VCR from a distant relative, whom I had met once before. His name was William, and Yabo said he was an amateur filmmaker.

Although the equipment was quite bulky and the image quality wasn't as clear as it is now, I was completely captivated, utterly mesmerized.

We carried (no exaggeration) the camera and video recorder around the city filming everything, watched them again and again at home, and were incredibly excited. Unfortunately, we had to return them to their owner the next day; these things were just too expensive, and we couldn't afford to pay for them if we damaged them.

The next day, I had to return the camera and video recorder to their owner. Yabo was unavailable, so I had to go alone.

The address was an upscale residence at the intersection of Bayview Road and Finch Street. I struggled to carry these two pieces of equipment (at that time, the camera and video recorder were separate machines), each weighing thirty pounds, to the door. A Western man in his thirties, William, the owner, answered the door

. His house was very large, with an underground swimming pool in the backyard. He invited me into the living room and offered me cold drinks. "You really like this stuff, don't you?" he asked, pointing to the camera.

"Yes, it's better than still photography. No need for developing, you can play it immediately. It's a pity it's too expensive, I can't afford it."

"Haha...it is a bit expensive, but the advantage is that you can shoot some very private things without having to hand them over to someone else for processing. I believe this stuff will depreciate in the future. Can I see what you shot yesterday?" "Sure, please give me your feedback."

We quickly finished watching it. We shot all day yesterday, but it was actually only about ten minutes long. I described the shooting process, and he asked a few questions, smiling continuously.

"Not bad, not bad, you've achieved this much on your first try! Wow! I'll be shooting a few clips tomorrow, are you interested in coming to see them, young man?"

"Yes, will it bother you?

" "No, come here at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll be waiting for you."

"Really?

I'll definitely come, ten o'clock tomorrow morning." The next morning at exactly ten o'clock, I rang William's doorbell.

"You're so punctual, welcome, come and have breakfast!" His enthusiasm made me a little flattered.

He led me to the poolside, where breakfast had already been laid out, and two girls in bikinis were sitting on the poolside.

“Hey beautiful, want to come over for a coffee?” William called to them as soon as we sat down.

They were both around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with excellent figures and all seven or eight out of ten beauties. After introductions, I learned that the girl in the red and white top of the swimsuit was named Jane, and Rose was wearing a yellow swimsuit with long, glossy black hair.

“They’re the models I hired. I’ll be shooting some swimsuit scenes with them later, and I need some help. Luckily, you came to help me.”

I didn’t go into the formalities we exchanged. After breakfast, we set up the equipment for the shoot. William had many other accessories to make the effect even better. He taught them how to pose by the pool, splashing and playing in the water. They were very engaged, and the atmosphere was great.

Suddenly, William said to me, “You join them too. I want to film the three of you playing in the water together.”

I had never been with such beautiful girls before, and so close. They were wearing so little; I could see their pores clearly, even the nipples protruding under their swimsuits. I was a little distracted. The girls noticed and giggled, making me blush.

William came up with a simple scenario: they were having afternoon tea by a hotel pool, and I was to play the role of their waitress, while they were mischievous girls who would push me into the water when I wasn't looking. We thought it would be fun and did as they suggested, but there was a small mishap. When they were pushing me, I accidentally ripped off the top of Jane's swimsuit as I was about to fall in. When I surfaced, Jane was covering her chest with her hands, and Rose and William were laughing so hard they were doubled over.

I quickly swam back to the edge of the pool, climbed ashore, and apologized to Jane. She gave me a shy but reproachful glare. Rose came over and tried to pull her hands away from her chest, but Jane turned away and bumped into me. We lost our balance and both fell into the pool.

When I surfaced again, Jane was also on the surface. This time, she could no longer cover her chest with her hands, and a pair of snow-white, full breasts were exposed before my eyes. My heart pounded; it was the first time I had ever seen a real woman's breasts. Jane swam back to the poolside, climbed ashore, and no longer covered her chest. Instead, she chased after Rose, trying to take off the top of her swimsuit. As they chased each other, Jane's breasts bounced up and down, very alluring. I was momentarily distracted, swallowed some water, and choked. I quickly swam back to the poolside to catch my breath. By then, Jane had found her swimsuit top and put it back on. She came over and asked how I was. Rose also came over, a hint of teasing on her lips.

"I'm fine," I said, catching my breath.

"How are you?" William also came over and asked. Seeing that I was alright, he said to the girls, "That's all for today. You can change and go home. We'll come back tomorrow to shoot the indoor scenes."

As Jane left, she gave me two flirtatious winks: "I hope to see you again tomorrow. You're very cute."

"Go take a shower, change your clothes, and I'll show you a few clips. Then help me with some editing, okay?"

I couldn't refuse William's invitation.

I didn't change my clothes. I took off my wet clothes, rinsed myself off, and put on one of William's dressing robes, completely naked underneath. He led me to the basement, which was nine hundred square feet in size, with a giant television and other audio-visual equipment. We sat on a long sofa, and he played the videotape he had just filmed. I saw myself awkwardly standing between two girls. Then I saw Jane's bare breasts. William took a close-up shot, clear and exquisite, the white, tender mounds of flesh, the pink nipples, bobbing up and down. A surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen, and my genitals swelled.

"Not bad, right? Tomorrow we'll add a couple more indoor scenes, which can be connected to another film. You have to come tomorrow too.

Let's watch another clip!"

He changed to another videotape, turned on the machine, and the initial scene on TV Seven showed a very beautiful, shapely woman, probably in her twenties, wearing a thin shirt and shorts. She smiled at the camera, loosened her loose breasts behind her head with her hands, straightened her chest, and her high breasts were even more eye-catching. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and two huge breasts popped out. She cupped them with her hands, licked her fingers, and circled them on her nipples, making a look of ecstasy. I stared in disbelief. The camera zoomed out a bit, and I saw that her legs were well-proportioned, and she was only wearing a tiny bikini bottom. She reached inside and rubbed her genitals, moaning softly. She slowly took off her underwear, spread her legs, and revealed her pubic hair. Immediately, the scene changed, and I saw two naked men lying on the bed.

The woman held the two mushroom-shaped penises tightly, licking them like popsicles, alternating between them, sucking and teasing them with her tongue, while her hand moved up and down along the ligaments near the mushroom shape at the neck of each penis. She also licked the two sac-like fleshy balls at the base of each penis, alternating between them, thoroughly enjoying herself. Soon, her mouth focused on one penis while her hand moved on the other. A moment later, a stream of white fluid shot out from the small opening at the tip of the mushroom-shaped penis in her hand, landing on her hand. Almost simultaneously, a thick, milky white liquid shot out from the penis in her mouth, which she ate with relish, smearing it on her face, closing her alluring eyes, completely intoxicated.

"Enjoying it, young man?" Suddenly, a sweet, bell-like voice sounded from behind.

Turning around, I saw a woman standing behind me, wearing only a completely transparent white veil, revealing her naked body underneath. Her figure

was fully exposed, her breasts high and firm, large nipples protruding beneath the thin fabric, and a dark shadow at the end of her perfect legs. (Actually, it wasn't black, but dark brown.) She was the woman from the videotape. I felt hot all over, my heart raced, my lips were dry, and I couldn't speak.

"My name is Daisy," she said, sitting down beside me and staring intently at me

. "How old are you?" She had a sweet, cloying fragrance about her, and her body beneath the veil was simply perfect. I looked away from her nipples and back at her large blue eyes.

"I...I...sixteen...no...eighteen..." I stammered.

"This isn't a strip club where you have to be eighteen to come in," she giggled. "Tell me, have you ever had sex with a woman?" she asked softly.

"I...no...yes...yes..." I blushed deeply.

She pulled open my coat, and I instinctively covered my lower body with my hands. She smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, let me see if you're suitable."

"You should show me too! That's fair," I blurted out.

"Very well, look! When you've seen enough, you have to show me." She stood up, took off her sheer veil, and sat to my left, facing me sideways, her right leg raised high on the back of the sofa, her left foot on the ground, her genitals completely exposed.

A tuft of dark brown hair grew on her lower abdomen, not too much, not too little, neatly trimmed. She cupped her two large breasts in her hands, teasing the protruding nipples with her fingers, then placed her hands on her vulva, parting her white and tender labia, revealing the bright red, moist flesh inside. I stared intently, breathing heavily, as if in deep meditation.

"Do you like it? I can tell you've never seen a woman's thing before, haven't you? Hehe...hehe...um..."

I couldn't actually hear what she was saying, but watching those two vertical, labial skin opening and closing, I was already erect, my organ exposed between her robes.

Daisy waited for me, lifting her morning robe to look at my erect, hard penis. She smiled with satisfaction. I reached out to touch her vulva, but she gently blocked me with her hand and shook her head. "Look, don't touch." But she swept her hand across my vulva, parting my labia, and continued her slow, gentle caress.

I couldn't resist any longer, swallowing hard, my lips dry. "Let me touch it, okay?"

"Tell me honestly, are you a virgin?"

"Yes."

"If you agree to one condition, not only can you touch it to your heart's content, but I can also give you a truly blissful experience."

"What condition?"

"Let William film the whole process for me as a souvenir, okay?"

I looked at William; he also had a questioning expression. "Okay!" I agreed.

"I'll go prepare the lights. You two chat." William left.

Daisy put on the sheer veil she had just taken off, told me to take off my morning robe, and half-reclined on the sofa. She carefully examined my penis, which, already swollen, now looked like a raging tiger.

She gently caressed and teased it, making me feel incredibly good. She opened her lips again and gently pinched the tip of my penis. At that moment, a bright light shone on us; William had started filming. Daisy teased my entire penis with her tongue, giving me indescribable pleasure.

She put my whole penis in her mouth, like licking a "snowy vulva." I felt as if nothing else existed, only waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Her hand rubbed the most sensitive ligament at the tip. Soon, every nerve cell in my body was filled with intense pleasure, wave after wave stronger. Finally, a stream of milky white liquid shot out from my genitals, landing in Daisy's mouth and on her face. An indescribable feeling of comfort and satisfaction washed over me.

I didn't want to ejaculate on Daisy's face, but I couldn't control it. The feeling came too quickly, and the amount was large, with half of it going into her mouth. I thought she would be furious. Unexpectedly, she showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, she licked me with great relish, as if savoring the most exquisite delicacy in the world, licking away every last drop of my fluids. She even wiped her genitals clean and put them in her mouth, clearly enjoying herself.

I relaxed completely and lay comfortably for a while. Then, I turned to get a clear look at Daisy's body, especially the parts that men are least likely to see. I reached out and touched her body, kneading her large breasts and playing with her nipples. My other hand slipped between her legs. She didn't push me away; instead, she parted her legs, allowing me a clear view.

It was the first time I had ever seen a woman's vulva. Because there was nothing else to compare it to, I found it beautiful. Later, I saw countless women's vulvas, and now the image of hers is quite blurry in my mind. But at the time, I remembered it as clean and pleasing to the eye. I believed it couldn't be too bad; it certainly wasn't a dark, inky mess.

At the time, I didn't know how to use my hands to please a woman; I just wanted to look. But I was young and strong then, and even though it was just looking, within fifteen minutes, my lower body was erect again. Daisy added fuel to the fire, and it instantly became a long, sturdy spear, incredibly powerful.

She positioned herself, actively welcoming my penis with her vulva. My instinctive reaction propelled me forward; it's an innate human instinct, differing only in experience. I thrust forward aggressively, without knowing how to control myself gently. If my partner were a virgin, it would be very difficult, but this actually suited Daisy's taste.

She was experienced and enjoyed vigorous thrusting. I awkwardly pumped in and out a few dozen times, gradually becoming more skilled. Having already released my pent-up energy, I could last much longer this time. Daisy was already aroused and tried several positions. She positioned herself and taught me how to enter. In some positions, she raised one leg high, requiring me to penetrate from the side—this was for the camera angle. I was completely oblivious to the camera's presence, simply indulging in visual pleasure. Later, she just screamed loudly, unable to give coherent instructions. I continued thrusting at full speed, finally ejaculating a second time. This time, I didn't ejaculate on her face, but deep inside her vagina. I collapsed, limp, beside her, panting.

This was my first time having sex with a woman, an unforgettable experience. Daisy was very satisfied, saying that my performance on my first time meant I would definitely be a charming womanizer, extremely popular with women. She didn't always have sex with men; she preferred sucking on men's secretions to intercourse. She mostly gave men oral sex, and she only had genital contact with men she liked. She liked me, and since I was a virgin, she wanted to record a video of her having sex with a virgin, so I could experience the ultimate pleasure. Surprisingly, I was very vigorous, giving her a highly satisfying experience.

Finally, I should mention the video William filmed. I asked him if I could have a copy, and he said yes. But the next morning, when I went to find him, no one answered the door. I couldn't find him for several days until my brother-in-law returned from California. I had to go to work and didn't have time to look for him. Instead, I met Jane by chance, but that's another story.

Two weeks later, the newspaper reported that William's house had caught fire, almost completely destroyed. The police suspected the gang was responsible. A few days later, he became a news figure again. It turned out that he had been shot dead by a wheel on the streets of New York. As for Daisy and the whereabouts of that videotape, no one knew. I never saw that videotape.

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