Jang Geun Suk's First Time

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Hello
everyone, my name is Jang Seok-geun, so everyone calls me Da-geun.

As the name suggests, I do have a very large root. When I was little, I didn't understand, and running around with my penis swinging in my open-crotch pants would always attract the attention of those gossipy old ladies who would chatter and laugh. Later, as I got older, I slowly discovered that I was different from my peers. Maybe it was because my male hormones were more vigorous, but I developed faster than my peers. Not only did I grow taller, but even the root in my crotch was always restless. My first erection and inexplicable nocturnal emission completely broadened my view of the world. It turns out that there are things in this world more interesting than playing in the mud.

That year I was in fourth grade. Although my pubic hair hadn't grown yet, my penis started to grow prematurely. When my mom bathed me, she always kept her head down and didn't say anything, sometimes even blushing. At that time, I didn't know what was wrong; I just felt that my penis felt especially good under my mom's washing, and it even got hard. It slipped from my mom's hand and bounced onto her face. My mom, blushing, looked at me in surprise, then at my penis, but didn't say anything. She just rinsed the soap off me and left. I looked at my erect penis and thought it was amazing.

My aunt is my mom's younger sister, and she's in college. She came to visit my mom during her vacation and stayed at our house. Since we didn't have an extra room, my mom originally planned for my dad to sleep with me, but then my aunt talked to her. My easygoing aunt thought I was too young to sleep with her. My first reaction was, "Oh no, my Ultraman is probably going to be kicked under the bed!" My mom didn't say anything and just went along with my aunt.

After dinner, I played around with my classmates outside until my mom chased me home with a stick. Covered in grime and with nothing, I ran back to my room. Pushing open the door, I was stunned by what I saw. My aunt had just finished showering, wearing only thin lace panties, drying her wet hair with a towel. Hearing the door open, she quickly turned around, covering her chest with the small towel, her face flushed as she glared at me angrily. "You brat, didn't you know to knock?! You scared me to death!"

I ignored her, quickly stripped off my clothes, and stood naked in front of her, hands on my hips, saying defiantly, "So what if I see? Humph!" Then I ran into the bathroom to shower. I glanced at my aunt out of the corner of my eye and noticed her face was red. Stimulated

by the hot water, and with the image of what had just happened flashing through my mind, my penis started to stir again. I quickly washed up, put on my clothes, and came out of the bathroom.

My aunt was already in her pajamas, lying in bed playing on her phone. Since she was on the outside, it meant I had to sleep on the inside. Reluctantly, I climbed onto the bed and squeezed in, still holding my toy. Seeing my expression, she grabbed my ear. "You little rascal, what's with that look? Everyone else can't sleep!"

she said haughtily. "It hurts! It's so annoying! It's so cramped!" Everyone laughed.

Because my bed was small, even though my aunt and I were both thin, we were pressed together. My aunt was facing away from me, playing on her phone. I wanted to peek, so I kept peeking over her shoulder. Eventually, my gaze left the phone and fell into the gap between her clothes. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were exposed, white and full, firm and shapely, without any sagging. The pressure from her arms created a deep cleavage. With each breath, her breasts trembled.

The more I looked, the hotter I felt, constantly drooling. My penis slowly hardened in my underwear, creating a tent. My aunt noticed me, thinking I was peeking at her phone, and gave me a hard shove with her buttocks, right on top of my erection. I immediately hid under the covers and pretended to sleep. My aunt didn't move, but I knew she knew what she had bumped into, because I clearly felt it, and her breathing gave her away.

Since I was pretending to sleep, I eventually actually fell asleep. "I'm so wild during the day, but I can sleep like a log at night," is my mom's assessment of me.

In my dream, I felt a warm little hand stroking my penis, sometimes gently kneading, sometimes gently pinching. My penis slowly began to harden, and I could clearly feel the comfort, but I couldn't wake up. Suddenly, a warm, moist sensation enveloped my penis, a wet feeling swirling around it. In the dream, I suddenly felt an urgent need to urinate, but couldn't find a toilet. I panicked, not knowing what to do. I thought I'd just pee anywhere.

Then, I woke up from urinating. The first thing I saw when I woke up was my aunt staring at me in surprise, still holding my penis, with some unknown liquid on her face and in her mouth. I was a little bewildered, and my aunt was a little bewildered too. We stared at each other for a long time, as if time had frozen.

"How about we go to the toilet together to wash up?" I broke the awkward silence. To be honest, I don't know why I said that. Wash up together? God knows what I was thinking. Even more unbelievable, my aunt actually agreed!

We stumbled to the toilet together. I felt like the stuff on my aunt's face and in her mouth was what I had urinated in my dream, but it wasn't urine. So, out of curiosity, I asked my aunt, "Auntie, did I wet the bed and pee on your face?"

My aunt's face suddenly turned red, and she looked at me, becoming serious.

"Let me explain. That's not pee, that's semen." "Semen? What's it for? Why would I pee that stuff? I think I had a dream where someone ate my penis." I asked, still full of curiosity.

"First of all, semen isn't pee. It's ejaculated through continuous piston-like movements, like you're playing with a water gun, you increase the internal pressure to spray it out." My aunt explained, gesturing as she spoke.

"And then, as for the part about eating the penis, you don't need to know. But Auntie wants to ask you, did you feel good?

" "It felt good when it ejaculated, like I'd been holding my pee for a long time and it all came out at once. It felt better than peeing." I said with a satisfied expression. "

You little rascal, come on, stand up straight." "As I stood naked in front of my aunt, she grabbed my limp penis with her warm hands and began to knead it. A wave of pleasure washed over me.

'Auntie, what are you doing?'

'Didn't you say it felt good? Auntie is teaching you how to 'masturbate'

.' I'd heard the term 'masturbate' from the middle schoolers in the village, and I always thought it was some kind of video game, but I'd never actually seen it. I watched my aunt play with my penis with the curiosity of a child, and it slowly started to get hard again.

'Auntie is teaching you how to masturbate, how are you going to thank her?'" My aunt looked at me with a smug, self-satisfied grin.

I ignored her, watching my penis harden to its limit. She couldn't hold it with one hand, so she used both to cup it, stroking it repeatedly. As time passed, my penis remained erect in her hands like a stick. She got tired, and I felt a bit cold. So, I made a decision that would change my life forever.

"Auntie, how about we play in bed?" My

aunt didn't say anything, but got up and pulled my penis towards the bed, making me lie down under the covers. She followed, her head lowered, and she began to stroke my penis under the covers. As my gaze shifted, I saw what was under her pajamas. In this hazy atmosphere, my mind went blank; all I knew was to reach inside her collar and grab her breast. Clearly, she was startled by my actions, trembling slightly, but she didn't stop me. I propped myself up with one hand and kneaded her breast with the other. Then, she gently breathed warm air into my ear and said, "Touch my nipples, gently."

I obediently explored my aunt's breasts, touching her nipples, which were slightly erect in my palm. Following her instructions, I kneaded them with my fingers. I figured men never need to be taught this; it's something they do naturally. Clearly, my aunt was aroused by my touch; her body began to soften, leaning against me. Through her thin nightgown, I could feel her body gradually heating up. My previously practiced masturbation techniques became chaotic and disorganized, a haphazard, indiscriminate stroking. But I, being the restless one I was, unbuttoned her nightgown, and her breasts, like little white rabbits, popped out. The pale blue veins stood out against her snow-white skin, and her pink nipples stood erect.

My first thought was that my aunt's breasts were different from my mother's. Although they weren't as big as my mother's, my mother's breasts drooped slightly, and the contrast between her large, dark nipples and my aunt's small, pink nipples was striking. It was as if my mother's nipples were like mulberries, while my aunt's were like pink rainbow candies. And here, I must mention their areolas. My mother's dark red breasts had lost their youthful beauty; they were not only dark but also large. My aunt's areolas, on the other hand, were pink and firm, as if tightly guarding them. This contrast in color and size created a huge visual conflict in my mind. Thinking about it now, the ancients were truly cultured. "Food and sex are human nature," I thought, my mouth watering as if I were seeing a delicious meal. Without even realizing it, I opened my mouth and moved closer to my aunt's breast, taking her nipple into my mouth. My aunt let out a soft "Ah!" which startled me; I thought I had hurt her. But then, she grabbed my head and shoved her nipple into my mouth.

"Don't stop, keep licking, suck, gently."

"Use your tongue!! Lick the areola."

My aunt kept directing me like this. I didn't find it delicious, nor did I taste anything special, only the scent of her shower gel. But I still continued diligently, I don't know why, it was like a male instinct.

I thought I was hurting my aunt because my first time licking her nipples was clumsy and awkward. My aunt kept moaning softly, as if she wasn't satisfied, constantly writhing her body, but her hands kept gripping my penis.

My aunt looked at me as if she had gone through countless struggles, finally feeling reborn. Her clear eyes shone with pink desire, she bit her lower lip, exhaling a faint, fragrant breath, and didn't say anything. We both stopped what we were doing, and my aunt straddled me, and we looked at each other for a few minutes. It was as if time stood still. Suddenly, I felt my aunt was so beautiful and fragrant…

My aunt slowly got up, took off her pajamas, leaving only her underwear. She turned around, wiggling her hips as she slowly pulled down her light blue lace panties. She gently lifted the panties with two fingers, turned to look at me, tossed them aside, and said, “You little rascal, look at where Auntie peees. This is a girl’s most beautiful place. You have to lick it like you licked Auntie’s nipples, okay?”

After saying that, my aunt straddled me, displaying her most mysterious place to my face, while her hands continued to cup my penis. A warm, wet sensation I had felt in my dream reappeared in my mind, only this time more real and more intense. My aunt was taking my penis into her mouth.

Hearing my aunt’s words, I stuck out my tongue, trying to explore that most beautiful and mysterious place.

That was the first time I saw a woman’s secret area. It wasn’t until I was in the second year of junior high school that I learned that place was called the vulva, or “bi” in my hometown. Back then, I was in bed with my aunt, and she was yelling, "You little rascal, lick Auntie's pussy!" To be honest, I didn't think it sounded nice. In my memory, I had read a pornographic book that called it a "honey hole," because when a woman is aroused, her vagina secretes a honey-like fluid. Although it doesn't taste as sweet as honey, I thought the term was quite nice; it had a beautiful, evocative quality.

Getting back to the point, that was the first time I saw a woman's honey hole. I couldn't compare whether it was beautiful or not. I only knew that my aunt's honey hole had sparse hair on top, but the lower part was unusually clean. I didn't know if it had been cleaned, but I knew it was somewhat similar to, yet not quite, the place of my classmate's younger sister. Enveloped in snow-white skin, I used my tongue to gently part the slit in the middle. Inside, it was pink and tender, with some sticky liquid on it, appearing before my eyes like a steamed bun covered in honey, giving me a strong sense of appetite. When I grew up, I learned that this hole was actually called the "steamed bun hole."

As I said before, men don't need to be taught about sex. I would lightly lick, then deeply penetrate, then suck hard on my aunt's pussy. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter, glistening with my saliva.

I was so engrossed in exploring her pussy that I forgot my penis was still in her mouth. I couldn't calm down and enjoy the process, so much so that I forgot what it felt like and couldn't even comment on how good my aunt's oral skills were.

My mouth got tired, and so did my aunt. She turned to look at me, her saliva still on her lips, while I had her saliva all over my mouth, making me feel a little uncomfortable. So I licked it off with my tongue. My aunt laughed at my action.

"Next, we're going to do the most noble exercise,"

she said, grabbing my penis with one hand and parting her pussy with the other, slowly sitting down. Almost simultaneously, my aunt and I groaned as my entire penis entered her honeypot, tightly enveloped by it. It was wet and incredibly warm inside, unlike the feeling in her mouth. While her mouth was also warm and wet, it lacked the enveloping and pressure of her honeypot. It held my penis tightly, yet not constrictingly. It felt like being squeezed by a pile of warm, wet sponges.

"Don't move, lie still. I'll take you to KFC tomorrow,"

my aunt said, half-sitting on me, using her honeypot to thrust and withdraw from my penis, repeatedly stroking it back and forth.

My eyes were blurry as I watched my aunt's expression. Her once fair face was now flushed red. She braced herself against my chest, leaned down, stopped stroking, and began rubbing back and forth, her nipples rubbing against my body with each movement.

At this moment, my aunt resembled a snake, coiling around me, the rubbing becoming increasingly vigorous and intense, the wooden bed creaking and groaning. My penis grew hotter and harder, and my aunt's heavy breathing came as the movement stopped, followed by the intense contractions of her vagina gripping my penis.

"Auntie, I can't hold it anymore, I need to pee." That was the only thing I said during the whole ordeal.

"Pee, pee, Auntie will catch it for you." I couldn't hear what my aunt said next; I only knew that my mind was blank, and my penis exploded, spraying out a lot of what had been on my aunt's face and mouth earlier. This time, it wasn't in her mouth or face, but inside her vagina.

My aunt, looking satisfied, lifted me off her body, took a tissue, and placed it on her vagina. She took another tissue and wiped my penis clean, then told me to go to sleep and ran to the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air. I peeked at the alarm clock; it was already past one in the morning. Exhausted, I lay down, wanting to wait for my aunt to come back and tell her what had happened, but I drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I slowly woke up with the rooster's crow. My aunt was already awake, sitting in my chair playing on her phone. Seeing I was awake, she came to my side. "You can't tell anyone about what happened last night. Not a single person, not now, and never again. Be a good girl, and we'll go eat KFC and buy toys. Deal?" my aunt said seriously.

"I want a family bucket, and a Transformers toy," I said with a mischievous grin.

"You little rascal, get up now, let's go," my aunt patted my head.

Later, my aunt went back to school. When she came back to visit again, she had a man with her, who I heard was her boyfriend. They never slept together or played games together again. But every time my aunt looked at me alone, her eyes were filled with longing. As I grew older, I slowly understood what happened that night, but I could never find that hazy feeling again.

(The End)

Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Shuogen, so everyone calls me Dagen.

As the name suggests, I do have a huge root. When I was little, I didn't understand, and running around with my penis swinging in my open-crotch pants always attracted the attention of gossipy old ladies who would chatter and laugh. Later, as I grew older, I slowly discovered the difference between myself and my peers. Maybe it was because my male hormones were more abundant, but I developed faster than my peers. Not only did I grow taller, but even the root in my crotch was always restless. My first erection and inexplicable nocturnal emission completely broadened my view of the world. It turned out that there were things more interesting than playing in the mud.

That year I was in fourth grade. Although my pubic hair hadn't grown yet, my penis started to grow prematurely. When my mom bathed me, she always kept her head down and didn't say anything, sometimes even blushing. At that time, I didn't know what was wrong; I just felt that my penis felt especially good under my mom's washing, and it even got hard. It slipped from my mom's hand and bounced onto her face. My mom, blushing, looked at me in surprise, then at my penis, but didn't say anything. She just rinsed the soap off me and left. I looked at my erect penis and thought it was amazing.

My aunt is my mom's younger sister, and she's in college. She came to visit my mom during her vacation and stayed at our house. Since we didn't have an extra room, my mom originally planned for my dad to sleep with me, but then my aunt talked to her. My easygoing aunt thought I was too young to sleep with her. My first reaction was, "Oh no, my Ultraman is probably going to be kicked under the bed!" My mom didn't say anything and just went along with my aunt.

After dinner, I played around with my classmates outside until my mom chased me home with a stick. Covered in grime and with nothing, I ran back to my room. Pushing open the door, I was stunned by what I saw. My aunt had just finished showering, wearing only thin lace panties, drying her wet hair with a towel. Hearing the door open, she quickly turned around, covering her chest with the small towel, her face flushed as she glared at me angrily. "You brat, didn't you know to knock?! You scared me to death!"

I ignored her, quickly stripped off my clothes, and stood naked in front of her, hands on my hips, saying defiantly, "So what if I see? Humph!" Then I ran into the bathroom to shower. I glanced at my aunt out of the corner of my eye and noticed her face was red. Stimulated

by the hot water, and with the image of what had just happened flashing through my mind, my penis started to stir again. I quickly washed up, put on my clothes, and came out of the bathroom.

My aunt was already in her pajamas, lying in bed playing on her phone. Since she was on the outside, it meant I had to sleep on the inside. Reluctantly, I climbed onto the bed and squeezed in, still holding my toy. Seeing my expression, she grabbed my ear. "You little rascal, what's with that look? Everyone else can't sleep!"

she said haughtily. "It hurts! It's so annoying! It's so cramped!" Everyone laughed.

Because my bed was small, even though my aunt and I were both thin, we were pressed together. My aunt was facing away from me, playing on her phone. I wanted to peek, so I kept peeking over her shoulder. Eventually, my gaze left the phone and fell into the gap between her clothes. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were exposed, white and full, firm and shapely, without any sagging. The pressure from her arms created a deep cleavage. With each breath, her breasts trembled.

The more I looked, the hotter I felt, constantly drooling. My penis slowly hardened in my underwear, creating a tent. My aunt noticed me, thinking I was peeking at her phone, and gave me a hard shove with her buttocks, right on top of my erection. I immediately hid under the covers and pretended to sleep. My aunt didn't move, but I knew she knew what she had bumped into, because I clearly felt it, and her breathing gave her away.

Since I was pretending to sleep, I eventually actually fell asleep. "I'm so wild during the day, but I can sleep like a log at night," is my mom's assessment of me.

In my dream, I felt a warm little hand stroking my penis, sometimes gently kneading, sometimes gently pinching. My penis slowly began to harden, and I could clearly feel the comfort, but I couldn't wake up. Suddenly, a warm, moist sensation enveloped my penis, a wet feeling swirling around it. In the dream, I suddenly felt an urgent need to urinate, but couldn't find a toilet. I panicked, not knowing what to do. I thought I'd just pee anywhere.

Then, I woke up from urinating. The first thing I saw when I woke up was my aunt staring at me in surprise, still holding my penis, with some unknown liquid on her face and in her mouth. I was a little bewildered, and my aunt was a little bewildered too. We stared at each other for a long time, as if time had frozen.

"How about we go to the toilet together to wash up?" I broke the awkward silence. To be honest, I don't know why I said that. Wash up together? God knows what I was thinking. Even more unbelievable, my aunt actually agreed!

We stumbled to the toilet together. I felt like the stuff on my aunt's face and in her mouth was what I had urinated in my dream, but it wasn't urine. So, out of curiosity, I asked my aunt, "Auntie, did I wet the bed and pee on your face?"

My aunt's face suddenly turned red, and she looked at me, becoming serious.

"Let me explain. That's not pee, that's semen." "Semen? What's it for? Why would I pee that stuff? I think I had a dream where someone ate my penis." I asked, still full of curiosity.

"First of all, semen isn't pee. It's ejaculated through continuous piston-like movements, like you're playing with a water gun, you increase the internal pressure to spray it out." My aunt explained, gesturing as she spoke.

"And then, as for the part about eating the penis, you don't need to know. But Auntie wants to ask you, did you feel good?

" "It felt good when it ejaculated, like I'd been holding my pee for a long time and it all came out at once. It felt better than peeing." I said with a satisfied expression. "

You little rascal, come on, stand up straight." "As I stood naked in front of my aunt, she grabbed my limp penis with her warm hands and began to knead it. A wave of pleasure washed over me.

'Auntie, what are you doing?'

'Didn't you say it felt good? Auntie is teaching you how to 'masturbate'

.' I'd heard the term 'masturbate' from the middle schoolers in the village, and I always thought it was some kind of video game, but I'd never actually seen it. I watched my aunt play with my penis with the curiosity of a child, and it slowly started to get hard again.

'Auntie is teaching you how to masturbate, how are you going to thank her?'" My aunt looked at me with a smug, self-satisfied grin.

I ignored her, watching my penis harden to its limit. She couldn't hold it with one hand, so she used both to cup it, stroking it repeatedly. As time passed, my penis remained erect in her hands like a stick. She got tired, and I felt a little cold. So, I made a decision that would change my life forever.

"Auntie, how about we play in bed?"

My aunt didn't say anything, but got up and pulled my penis towards the bed, making me lie down under the covers. She followed, her head lowered, and she began to stroke my penis under the covers. As my gaze shifted, I saw what was under her pajamas. In this hazy atmosphere, my mind went blank; all I knew was to slip my hand inside her collar and grab her breast. Clearly, my aunt was startled by my actions, trembling slightly, but she didn't stop me. I propped myself up with one hand and kneaded her breast with the other. Then, she gently breathed warm air into my ear and said, "Touch my nipples, gently."

Obediently, I explored her breasts and touched her nipples, which were slightly erect in my palm. I did as she said, kneading her nipples with my fingers. I think men never need to be taught this; it's something they do effortlessly. Clearly, my aunt was aroused by my touch; her body began to go limp, leaning against me. Through her thin nightgown, I could feel her body gradually heating up. My previously practiced masturbation techniques had become chaotic and disorganized, a haphazard, indiscriminate motion. And I, being the restless person I am, unbuttoned her nightgown, and her breasts, like little white rabbits, popped out of her clothes. The pale blue veins stood out against her snow-white skin, and her pink nipples stood erect.

My first thought was that my aunt's breasts were different from my mother's. Although they weren't as big as my mother's, my mother's breasts drooped slightly, and the contrast between her large, dark nipples and my aunt's small, pink nipples was striking. It was as if my mother's nipples were like mulberries, while my aunt's were like pink rainbow candies. And here, I must mention their areolas. My mother's dark red breasts had lost their youthful beauty; they were not only dark but also large. My aunt's areolas, on the other hand, were pink and firm, as if tightly guarding them. This contrast in color and size created a huge visual conflict in my mind. Thinking about it now, the ancients were truly cultured. "Food and sex are human nature," I thought, my mouth watering as if I were seeing a delicious meal. Without even realizing it, I opened my mouth and moved closer to my aunt's breast, taking her nipple into my mouth. My aunt let out a soft "Ah!" which startled me; I thought I had hurt her. But then, she grabbed my head and shoved her nipple into my mouth.

"Don't stop, keep licking, suck, gently."

"Use your tongue!! Lick the areola."

My aunt kept directing me like this. I didn't find it delicious, nor did I taste anything special, only the scent of her shower gel. But I still continued diligently, I don't know why, it was like a male instinct.

I thought I was hurting my aunt because my first time licking her nipples was clumsy and awkward. My aunt kept moaning softly, as if she wasn't satisfied, constantly writhing her body, but her hands kept gripping my penis.

My aunt looked at me as if she had gone through countless struggles, finally feeling reborn. Her clear eyes shone with pink desire, she bit her lower lip, exhaling a faint, fragrant breath, and didn't say anything. We both stopped what we were doing, and my aunt straddled me, and we looked at each other for a few minutes. It was as if time stood still. Suddenly, I felt my aunt was so beautiful and fragrant…

My aunt slowly got up, took off her pajamas, leaving only her underwear. She turned around, wiggling her hips as she slowly pulled down her light blue lace panties. She gently lifted the panties with two fingers, turned to look at me, tossed them aside, and said, “You little rascal, look at where Auntie peees. This is a girl’s most beautiful place. You have to lick it like you licked Auntie’s nipples, okay?”

After saying that, my aunt straddled me, displaying her most mysterious place to my face, while her hands continued to cup my penis. A warm, wet sensation I had felt in my dream reappeared in my mind, only this time more real and more intense. My aunt was taking my penis into her mouth.

Hearing my aunt’s words, I stuck out my tongue, trying to explore that most beautiful and mysterious place.

That was the first time I saw a woman’s secret area. It wasn’t until I was in the second year of junior high school that I learned that place was called the vulva, or “bi” in my hometown. Back then, I was in bed with my aunt, and she was yelling, "You little rascal, lick Auntie's pussy!" To be honest, I didn't think it sounded nice. In my memory, I had read a pornographic book that called it a "honey hole," because when a woman is aroused, her vagina secretes a honey-like fluid. Although it doesn't taste as sweet as honey, I thought the term was quite nice; it had a beautiful, evocative quality.

Getting back to the point, that was the first time I saw a woman's honey hole. I couldn't compare whether it was beautiful or not. I only knew that my aunt's honey hole had sparse hair on top, but the lower part was unusually clean. I didn't know if it had been cleaned, but I knew it was somewhat similar to, yet not quite, the place of my classmate's younger sister. Enveloped in snow-white skin, I used my tongue to gently part the slit in the middle. Inside, it was pink and tender, with some sticky liquid on it, appearing before my eyes like a steamed bun covered in honey, giving me a strong sense of appetite. When I grew up, I learned that this hole was actually called the "steamed bun hole."

As I said before, men don't need to be taught about sex. I would lightly lick, then deeply penetrate, then suck hard on my aunt's pussy. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter, glistening with my saliva.

I was so engrossed in exploring her pussy that I forgot my penis was still in her mouth. I couldn't calm down and enjoy the process, so much so that I forgot what it felt like and couldn't even comment on how good my aunt's oral skills were.

My mouth got tired, and so did my aunt. She turned to look at me, her saliva still on her lips, while I had her saliva all over my mouth, making me feel a little uncomfortable. So I licked it off with my tongue. My aunt laughed at my action.

"Next, we're going to do the most noble exercise,"

she said, grabbing my penis with one hand and parting her pussy with the other, slowly sitting down. Almost simultaneously, my aunt and I groaned as my entire penis entered her honeypot, tightly enveloped by it. It was wet and incredibly warm inside, unlike the feeling in her mouth. While her mouth was also warm and wet, it lacked the enveloping and pressure of her honeypot. It held my penis tightly, yet not constrictingly. It felt like being squeezed by a pile of warm, wet sponges.

"Don't move, lie still. I'll take you to KFC tomorrow,"

my aunt said, half-sitting on me, using her honeypot to thrust and withdraw from my penis, repeatedly stroking it back and forth.

My eyes were blurry as I watched my aunt's expression. Her once fair face was now flushed red. She braced herself against my chest, leaned down, stopped stroking, and began rubbing back and forth, her nipples rubbing against my body with each movement.

At this moment, my aunt resembled a snake, coiling around me, the rubbing becoming increasingly vigorous and intense, the wooden bed creaking and groaning. My penis grew hotter and harder, and my aunt's heavy breathing came as the movement stopped, followed by the intense contractions of her vagina gripping my penis.

"Auntie, I can't hold it anymore, I need to pee." That was the only thing I said during the whole ordeal.

"Pee, pee, Auntie will catch it for you." I couldn't hear what my aunt said next; I only knew that my mind was blank, and my penis exploded, spraying out a lot of what had been on my aunt's face and mouth earlier. This time, it wasn't in her mouth or face, but inside her vagina.

My aunt, looking satisfied, lifted me off her body, took a tissue, and placed it on her vagina. She took another tissue and wiped my penis clean, then told me to go to sleep and ran to the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air. I peeked at the alarm clock; it was already past one in the morning. Exhausted, I lay down, wanting to wait for my aunt to come back and tell her what had happened, but I drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I slowly woke up with the rooster's crow. My aunt was already awake, sitting in my chair playing on her phone. Seeing I was awake, she came to my side. "You can't tell anyone about what happened last night. Nobody, not now, not ever. Be good, and we'll go to KFC and buy toys. Deal?" My aunt said seriously.

"I want a family bucket and a Transformers toy," I said with a mischievous grin.

"You little rascal, get up, let's go," my aunt patted my head.

Later, my aunt went back to school. When she came back to visit again, she had a man with her, I heard he was her boyfriend. They never slept together or played games together again. But every time my aunt looked at me alone, her eyes were filled with longing. As I grew older, I slowly understood what happened that night, but I could never find that hazy feeling again.

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