The pleasure of the first time

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Everyone has a first time, and they all have different experiences. Mine might be different from yours, or perhaps similar, but it's something I still can't forget.
That summer, three relatives came to visit and stayed for a while. My parents gave them my room and arranged for me to stay at a neighbor's house. I would go there every night and come back the next morning for breakfast and school. Luckily, it wasn't far, only a five-minute walk. I was happy that no one bothered me when I stayed up late, and everything was peaceful.

A week passed in a flash, and I started to become curious about the people living in my room. Everyone else had limited space, so why weren't they staying there? Through my observation and snippets of conversation with the adults, I learned that it was a couple's house. The husband had been temporarily transferred to another city to support local work, and there was no one else at home. The wife was afraid to be alone and had gone to her parents' house. The house was empty, and her friend had told her that Dr. Liu (my mother) was visiting and wanted the child to stay temporarily, so they gave her the key without even asking.

Summer was so hot, and my mother wouldn't let me turn on their fan. Luckily, I slept on the living room sofa with the windows open for ventilation. I was shirtless, wearing only my underwear, so it was relatively cool. I usually enjoy sports and fall asleep instantly, so I don't mind the conditions. But this didn't last long; something finally happened that prevented me from sleeping well.

One evening, I was exhausted after playing a game of soccer all day. I washed up and went to bed early. Half-asleep, I heard the door open, the sound of a key turning in the lock. I instinctively turned on the light, and sat up groggily. A woman with a surprised expression stood there, someone I thought I'd seen in a picture hanging in their house. She asked suspiciously, "You?" Not fully awake, I instinctively knew what was going on. "Auntie, my mom told me to sleep here."

She seemed to understand, but still muttered under her breath, "I thought you were a little kid? Oh, oh, oh, you go to sleep. I'm just changing clothes, I'll be gone in a bit."

I was still groggy, but I saw her face was flushed, and she looked flustered. I forgot what I mumbled and lay back down. Oh,

I forgot to mention, I'm 18, but I'm already 1.8 meters tall. I enjoy sports and have a pretty strong physique, which often makes the girls in my class envious. They often try to chat me up, but I'm not very perceptive and quite shy. Maybe it's because I'm all muscle and not very bright.

Unlike me now… I'm getting off-topic, haha. She'd only heard that Dr. Liu's child lived there, but she hadn't expected him to be such a big guy, wearing only briefs. By the way, I was wearing tight briefs, the kind you wear under athletic shorts.

Since I was little, relatives had always joked about my large penis, and I was always embarrassed. Even with athletic shorts, I had to wear tight briefs underneath, but it was still a big, bulging bulge, especially on the sports field, which bothered me for a while.

It was only later, after I got together with a girl, that I realized girls, before they matured, did like big, bulging bulges, just out of curiosity, but afraid to see the real thing.

The woman I called "Auntie" was experienced; I guessed she was under thirty at the time, so of course she knew what was inside that bulging bulge. I didn't see clearly if she looked, but of course she did. It was later confirmed that she wasn't only attracted to my figure, but more importantly, to what was inside my bulge. Since she'd seen it by chance, there was no reason she wouldn't blush.

If she had taken the clothes and left, there would have been no trouble. If she hadn't been curious, everything would have been fine. If she hadn't been even slightly tempted, none of this would have happened.

The wardrobe was in the living room, diagonally opposite the folding sofa where I slept. She went into the inner room to put down what she was carrying, changed into her home clothes to cool off, went to the wardrobe to get something, and turned back to mutter softly, almost to herself, "Why don't you turn on the fan in this heat?"

I reflexively replied, "My mom won't let me."

"This Dr. Liu," she said, wiping the sweat from my body, casually turning on the fan, setting it to the lowest setting, and adjusting the oscillation. I glanced at her groggily and said thank you, Auntie. This glance was bad news.

She was only wearing a thin, short tank top, her breasts bouncing with her movements, peeking out from under her neckline and shoulders, her nipples clearly visible against the back of the top. Her shorts were form-fitting, her slender figure and other alluring features swaying before my eyes. I immediately felt aroused, a clear swelling within me, my underwear becoming an obstacle.

I dared not move, closing my eyes, feeling like a scoundrel in my youthful innocence. She then walked to my bedside, reaching out to test the airflow, touching my body to see if I was cold.

A fragrant breeze, soft hands, and the changes already occurring within me sent a shiver through me. Her hand trembled slightly too. "Are you cold?"

"Just right." I pretended to be exhausted, muttering as I rolled over, covering my erect penis with my legs. I was incredibly embarrassed. Just moments before, I had been lying with one leg straight and the other bent, my face turned towards the wardrobe. Although I couldn't see it, I knew my penis was erect. Based on past experience, its erection would inevitably cause my testicles to peek out from under my underwear. Rolling over and covering the source of my embarrassment made me feel much better. I was so sleepy just moments ago, but

where did that sleepiness go? I fell asleep as soon as I lay down at eight o'clock, probably within forty or fifty minutes. Now, my eyes are half-closed, but something keeps moving in front of me, preventing me from falling asleep.

At school, I didn't like girls with big breasts. Honestly, their development made me embarrassed to face them. Maybe I was just clueless back then. Now, these are the most real breasts I've seen since I was little, except for the ones I saw my mother's breasts. Of course, I haven't seen any fully exposed ones yet, but this is enough to give me a physical reaction that makes me feel ashamed.

Damn it, what a pervert! Don't think like that! I really hope she leaves quickly so I can masturbate and go to sleep. By the way, I'm quite well-developed. I learned to masturbate with my classmates when I was fourteen, and soon after, I had my first nocturnal emission. Occasionally, I can't help but do it; it feels good, but I feel a little guilty. Auntie, please leave quickly so I can sleep!

She turned off the main living room light, only turning on the floor lamp under my feet. For some reason, she paused for a moment, didn't leave, but went into the bathroom, turned on the water, and took a shower. The sound of the water was so loud! I can't masturbate now; the bathroom door is facing my feet. If someone sees me halfway through, I'm doomed. So annoying!

It didn't take long, maybe five or ten minutes. She finished washing, and I heard the sound of slippers lightly approaching my feet. She was drying her hair, and the occasional spray of water felt cool on my feet. She asked softly, "Is the fan cool?" Unlike before, I was very clear-headed now, so I held back my answer, hoping she would finish quickly and leave.

She stopped drying her hair. I guessed she was scrutinizing me, listening to my breathing to see if I was really asleep. When I was at home, the school required a nap, and I always secretly read. Sometimes my mother would come to my room to check, and I had developed a skill: pretending to be asleep was more convincing than actually sleeping. Even breathing, appropriately heavy breathing, a relaxed facial expression—I bet she was sure I was asleep.

After listening for a while, she touched and nudged my legs, asking louder, "Is the fan cool?" I still didn't answer, but I felt like she didn't want me to really wake up. What was she going to do? Actually, I didn't think about what she was doing, but my unruly little brother reflexively started to swell again. Of course, I didn't dare answer, much less move. If I got up, it would definitely expose that high tent. I didn't want to make things even more embarrassing for me. She would tell everyone that Dr. Liu's child was a hooligan!

She was drying her hair right next to my feet. It took a long time. Luckily, I'm good at holding it in, or I wouldn't have been able to. After a while, she changed her towel and continued to stand next to my feet, drying and drying. I guess she combed her hair and tied it up after she dried it. There was no mirror there, so why was she standing there? Oh, she must be looking at me! Knowing that being seen in just my underwear was really uncomfortable. It felt like tiny bugs were crawling all over me. I almost couldn't help but turn over. She seemed to be rubbing her hands together vigorously, and then, while touching my calves, she whispered, "Is the fan cool?"

Seeing that I didn't react, she started touching my thighs. It felt really good; I'd never been touched like that before. I secretly enjoyed the soft touch, feeling relaxed, and naturally, my feigned sleep became even more convincing. My breathing became even and heavier, indicating I was even more asleep. She started touching my buttocks that were exposed outside my underwear. I didn't feel particularly good, but I wasn't uncomfortable or repulsed either. I thought she was being indecent, but I felt okay,

so I let her touch me. However, when her soft hand touched my butt crack, I suddenly felt extremely embarrassed again. Her soft hand directly touched one of my testicles, gripping it lightly. Ah! I had turned to the side to cover my erection, but because my penis was already making my testicles almost exposed, and my legs were too far forward, it rolled out of my underwear and was completely visible. The floor lamp next to my feet made it even clearer. Oh dear, so she had been standing behind me rubbing her head, admiring my testicles the whole time! How embarrassing! But it felt so good when she touched me, I wanted her to.

After a while, she wasn't satisfied. First, she kissed my thigh—it tickled so much, I resisted. Then she seemed to smell my testicles. Because some hair was on my leg, I barely managed to hold back. Her face pressed against my leg, perhaps attracted by my large, immature genitals, she couldn't resist kissing my testicles. I almost cried out, it was so ticklish! When she licked them with her tongue, I finally couldn't resist.

I moved my leg slightly, breathing heavily with a snoring sound in my sleep, chewing something, then turned over to face up, scratching my ticklish testicles, and continued breathing evenly.

She was startled and quickly stood up, her voice trembling as she asked, "Is the fan cool?" I didn't react at all.

Honestly, I was afraid that if I really woke up, she would be embarrassed to continue, which would be such a disappointment. I really hoped she would continue touching me, just not tickle me; besides, since I was turned over, I wanted her to touch my other parts too. I'm not embarrassed at all now. Anyway, I'm asleep and don't know anything. It's just nice to pretend I don't know and enjoy it, rather than actually facing each other. Later, after gaining experience, I tried this method myself, and it felt great. I want to hear about it later.

She tensed up a bit, after all, she was playing with a man's genitals. Seeing that I really didn't react, she probably heard that some people sleep like dead pigs, so she sat down at my feet and touched my still-exposed testicles. Then she reached into my bulging underwear and gently squeezed my penis, pressing it down.

With her other hand, she moved aside the front of my underwear, which was no longer covering a large bulge, completely exposing my penis. My penis was standing straight up, and I think I heard her mutter involuntarily, "Goodness!" She then gently reached in and released my other testicle as well. She gently moved one of my slightly curled legs apart, sat between my legs, and held both of my testicles with both hands. She slowly pulled back the remaining bit of foreskin with her fingers, completely exposing my glans.

My foreskin is a bit long, but when I erect, it doesn't pull. The glans is exposed and feels cool. As she squeezes and kneads it, I feel my penis getting engorged with blood, and my glans swelling. If I were to exert force with my hips at this moment, I could really ejaculate right away. But my legs are spread apart and bent, and besides, I don't dare to exert force. It would be embarrassing if I ejaculated. I want to enjoy it slowly.

She touches and kneads, but she doesn't touch my glans. It's really uncomfortable to see it swollen. I really want her to gently squeeze my glans too. She's just playing with my penis and testicles, letting the glans get engorged with blood at will.

I feel her lower her head to smell my glans. Some hair touches my penis. I just washed it, so I don't know if it's clean or not. She seems to have learned her lesson from almost waking me up by licking my testicles. She doesn't lick my glans, but just rubs it harder and harder. I vaguely feel that she keeps looking at my facial reactions, because every time she moves her face, stray hairs brush against my penis and glans.

Seeing that I remained sound asleep despite all the commotion, she finally decided to take my glans into her mouth. Ah, what was she doing?! But it was great.

After taking it in, she didn't move, but continued to vigorously rub my testicles and penis, applying increasingly tight pressure to my glans with her mouth. This was an experience I had never had before; I desperately wanted her to move, because that would completely break me. Then she released me, her hands relaxing, and gently played with my penis very close to my glans, as if examining it. After a while, she embraced my testicles and penis, then took my glans into her mouth again, pressing it tightly, and then released it. I was completely overwhelmed by her actions; all the blood in my body rushed to my penis, concentrating on my glans.

I had no choice but to repeat the same trick, whimpering in my sleep and shifting my body slightly, still pretending not to know anything. But I adjusted to a more comfortable position. This time she wasn't afraid; her hands didn't leave my penis and testicles, and she didn't get up. She probably believed I wouldn't wake up. Actually, I really wanted to use a little force when she took my glans in her mouth; I was sure I would ejaculate in her mouth. Now I didn't know how to end it. If this continued, she would probably kill me. I needed to release; I couldn't hold back anymore.

When she took my glans into her mouth again, applying pressure and sucking even harder, I couldn't help but be slightly jolted by her gentleness. My legs and buttocks involuntarily exerted a little force, and my semen gushed out in a torrent. I felt extremely comfortable, but still a little scared.

What moved me most was that she only looked surprised for a moment, didn't stomp away, and didn't leave my glans. Her hands still held my testicles and penis, and my buttocks trembled reflexively. She remained in one position, accepting it. I still pretended to be ejaculating in my dream, feeling warm, comfortable, fresh, and stimulating.

I couldn't help but want to stay still. I felt like I was falling into a deep abyss, constantly plummeting, desperately trying to grab onto something, even a straw. My trembling gradually subsided, and finally, it was over. My penis was enveloped in warmth, still enjoying the gentle treatment. I was still enjoying it. So I pretended to be fast asleep.

To be honest, if she hadn't been holding my glans in her mouth, if I had only ejaculated, I would have pretended to wake up from my dream and released myself in her hands, making her continue to let me enjoy myself. But ejaculating in her mouth, I couldn't face this auntie, and I didn't know how to handle the awkward situation.

She waited until I had completely calmed down, then gently lifted herself up, leaving the semen in her mouth on my penis and glans. She continued to rub my penis and testicles with her semen-covered hands. I wondered what was so fun about the sticky mess. Maybe she hadn't expected me to ejaculate?

I heard sounds coming from her mouth, as if she was savoring the young semen. When she was about to let go, my penis, which hadn't completely shrunk, slowly grew and changed again. After all, it was an experience I had never had before, and I still felt incredibly comfortable. She seemed very interested and rubbed it harder, quickly making my penis grow even bigger.

Suddenly, she rushed into the bathroom, dried her hands, and came back with a towel. Then she took my hand and held my still erect penis, letting her do as she pleased. Suddenly, she pushed me hard and shouted, "Wake up, wake up, what's wrong with you!"

I was startled and pretended to have just woken up. Looking at my hands covered in sticky fluid and her smiling face, I said, "What's wrong with me?"

She laughed and said, "I heard you making noise, came over to check, and here you are. I should be asking you!" I

pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I don't know either ." "What's wrong?"

she said. "Nothing, let me wipe it for you."

I said I could do it myself, but she firmly pushed my hand away, saying, "Auntie has seen this before, it's okay for me to wipe it for you. Be good, don't move, okay?"

I pretended I wasn't fully awake yet, leaning to one side, happy to let her handle it. She gently and carefully wiped my penis, carefully wiping away the sticky fluid on my glans, lifting my testicles again and again, wiping every part, even lifting my legs to clean up the fluid that had dripped onto my buttocks. She even did the cleaning for my hands. I was as obedient as a baby.

The difference was that under her careful care, my penis and glans had become erect again, the glans turning from pink to bright red and shiny. She lovingly squeezed my swollen penis, then weighed my testicles in her hand, smiling and saying, "It's not too big, but it's not small either."

I felt a little embarrassed, as if she were praising my little brother, but it also felt like she knew I was pretending to be asleep. I quickly begged her, "Please, don't tell my mom."

She laughed and said, "Of course, this is our little secret, and you mustn't tell anyone else, but you have to promise me one thing."

I quickly said, "Okay, okay, I promise."

She smiled and looked into my eyes, "From now on, you have to listen to Auntie, and do whatever I tell you to do, okay?"

I quickly said, "Anything is fine." Actually, I was secretly overjoyed. "Okay! Go wash up first, and Auntie will teach you a fun activity later, something comfortable and fun." "Okay, I'll listen to Auntie."

In the bathroom, facing each other were two naked women. It was the first time I had seen such naked women. Full breasts, round buttocks, and dark triangular pubic hair between their legs, covering their most mysterious places. I was a little confused and at a loss, not knowing where to put my hands. Should I cover my swaying little brother? It seemed wrong to cover it up.

The aunt didn't hide anything, did she? Actually, I only needed to wash one part of my body. How could I wash my genitals in front of a woman?

The aunt was very happy to see me like this. She grabbed the head of the lotus flower with one hand and lifted my genitals with the other, rinsed them with water, then applied shower gel and carefully washed each part. She teased my testicles, gently stroked my glans, and carefully cleaned even the coronal sulcus. She would occasionally stroke my penis. When she rinsed it clean again, my glans and penis were swollen and pink, and there were faintly visible tortuous blood vessels on my penis, throbbing from time to time.

"What a nice thing, big and tender. Has a woman ever played with it?" I quickly shook my head. "No."

"Does it feel good when Auntie touches it?" I nodded again. "Yes."

"How good?" "Extremely good."

I stood while she sat on the stool and washed me. My glans and penis dangled in front of her. Actually, it could have been washed in a minute, but she gently massaged and squeezed every part of me, rinsing carefully. Later, when I had more experience, I realized that she probably wanted me to recover a bit before doing the next activity.

I let her do as she pleased, enjoying the moment, my eyes glued to her swaying breasts, especially the two pink nipples on either side. I longed to touch them, but lacked the courage. Seeing my flushed face and averted eyes, she smiled, cupping her breasts slightly. "Come on, help Auntie wash them," she said. Holding the showerhead in one

hand, she rinsed her own breasts, while the other hand grasped my penis, encouraging me. I carefully held one breast; it was soft, smooth, and elastic. One hand couldn't hold it all; it playfully slid around, so I had to use both hands, hesitant to apply pressure.

With Auntie's indulgence, I began applying shower gel, rubbing vigorously, sliding it up and down. Ah, my palms were burning, itchy, and my penis was swelling—it was such a wonderful sensation.

Every time my hand brushed against her swollen pink nipples, Auntie would gasp. When I rubbed her clitoris with two fingers dipped in bath soap, she would involuntarily let out a soft moan, gripping my penis tightly and pulling it towards her crotch.

I knew this was approval, so I intensified my playful teasing, saying, "So good, you naughty boy, how do you know that?" Actually, the harmony between men and women in love is often a matter of perception; there are unspoken messages exchanged, and one can only truly feel it through careful observation.

"Okay, no, I'm not doing that anymore." The auntie said, rinsing her face as I cleaned her breasts, then stepped away. She rinsed off the shower gel that had gotten on me, then carefully rinsed my genitals. One leg was on the ground, the other on a stool, one hand rinsing with water, the other reaching deep into my pubic area to wash. She looked up at me, and I looked at her questioningly, "Do you need me?" "

In a bit, you don't understand yet. I'll teach you before you come." Not sexually developed, I didn't have the desire to help her wash that area, only occasionally touching her swaying breasts. "Don't move, or it won't get clean." I obediently stood there, wondering strangely, what does this have to do with my lower body?

She took a towel, gave me another, and then helped me wipe my body. After a few strokes, I understood and also put more effort into wiping her whole body, focusing on her breasts. However, when wiping her nipples, the aunt said to be gentle, "Like this." She took the towel, carefully lifted my penis, making sure my glans was facing upwards, and gently and carefully wiped it clean, not even missing the coronal sulcus at the edge of the glans. I also learned to carefully clean her two nipples. She pulled at my penis, and the two naked people entered the bedroom.

She pushed me to sit on the bed with the towel blanket, turned on the wall lamp opposite the foot of the bed, turned off the window lamp, and got into bed. My hands involuntarily played with her constantly bouncing breasts. At this moment, the two treasures obediently changed shape repeatedly in my hands. She slapped my hand and roughly grabbed my penis, "Have you ever seen a girl's?"

I honestly shook my head, "Come here." She leaned against the headboard, spread her legs, and gestured for me to lie between her legs. I thought to myself, "Is she going to eat it?" At that time, I didn't have that kind of desire.

Actually, she didn't ask me to do anything; she was just showing me her genitals. It was the first time I'd seen a woman's mysterious place so close. I'd seen little girls' before, a bit swollen, just a small slit. Now it was open, the genitals of a mature woman. The bedside lamp illuminated it clearly, showing its tender, moist appearance.

I figured Auntie wouldn't object to me touching it, but I really didn't know where to touch. She guided my hand, telling me the thicker areas were the labia majora, the thinner areas were the labia minora, this was the clitoris, like the glans penis, and I shouldn't touch it too hard. That was the vaginal opening, where my penis could enter. She also pointed out the small, tender parts nearby—those were remnants of the hymen. A virgin's hymen is intact; the first time it goes in, it will hurt a little. She said I should be considerate of girls in the future.

While she spoke, she let me touch various parts. I curiously fiddled with them. To be honest, at that moment, I didn't find her genitals attractive. Of course, I had no prior experience comparing them; I was just playing with them out of curiosity.

Sometimes, due to stimulation, she would tense up, and her vaginal opening would contract. I found it quite interesting. However, just a short while later, a clear liquid would flow out of her vaginal opening with the contraction. I thought she was ejaculating like me. The aunt wiped it and laughed, "You little devil, that's lubricant to receive your little brother. The more you have, the more you want it, and it will flow out involuntarily."

To please her, I put a little on my hand, pinched it between my fingers, and found it wasn't very sticky, just slippery. She laughed, wiped my hand with a small towel, and pulled me up. I felt like I was about to do something very important, and I was a little nervous, but she smiled and said to me, "You don't really like it there yet, do you? You'll love it to death later."

Later, it turned out she was right. At the time, I thought she was really experienced, which still surprises me. She was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old at the time. Where did she learn that? It's unbelievable.

She made me kneel astride one of her legs, kneading and fondling her breasts, letting me play with them as I pleased. "Lick it," "Eat it," "Suck on it," "Take a big gulp." One of her hands, rather than supporting my breast, was more like kneading it herself, while the other never left my penis, constantly playing with it.

I drank her milk, though there was no lubrication, but I enjoyed it immensely, gradually getting into the swing of things. Sometimes I took big gulps, sometimes small gulps, sometimes licking, sometimes sucking. She, meanwhile, twisted her upper body and buttocks back and forth, her legs constantly rubbing against the sheets. At this point, my penis was also hard, the glans throbbing.

"Come on," she said, pulling me to kneel between her bent and raised legs, pinching my penis with her hand and sliding it up and down and side to side at her vulva. The slippery, sticky fluid coated my glans; accidentally rubbing against her pubic hair was very uncomfortable, making me shudder.

Fortunately, she slowly inserted the head of my penis into her soft little hole. Her warm flesh enveloped my swollen and sensitive area, and I couldn't help but breathe out. Without being taught, my buttocks began to thrust, guiding the head of my penis into her body, seemingly instinctively searching for the source of pleasure. Her hand did not leave my penis, and she said with her mouth slightly open, "Yours is a bit big, go slower."

After slowly penetrating halfway, she seemed to feel alright, loosened her grip, and hugged me tightly. I couldn't wait to thrust all the way in. She gasped, "Gently," then trembled and flinched, freezing in place. I quickly loosened my grip a little, not daring to move again.

A few seconds later, she breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed my neck with one hand, and kissed my trembling face. "Okay, come on, baby!" Only then did I truly realize that my penis was completely inside her vagina, surrounded by her burning body heat. It was a completely different feeling compared to when it was in her mouth. If I hadn't already ejaculated once, I probably would have ejaculated prematurely.

Looking at her flushed face, her hazy eyes, her slightly open mouth, and her lips that she occasionally licked with her tongue, I instinctively kissed her lips. She extended her tongue, exploring, and I unhesitatingly took her tender little flesh into my mouth, making up for the lingering sensation of sucking her nipples earlier.

She teased me with her tongue, and when my tongue followed hers into her mouth, she seemed to have caught her prey, immediately capturing it and sucking on it gently, as if afraid it would escape. She would then offer it to me to eat. I enjoyed it; perhaps it was because I was eating her from above, and she was eating me from below—it was just right. Otherwise, if it were always her eating, she'd be having too much fun.

I didn't need much instruction on the other basic movements; I quickly learned to thrust back and forth. Each time I reached the end, I had to be gentle, afraid of hurting her and making her stop. I gradually became more skilled, and she began to move with me. When I thrust in, she would meet my movement by lifting her hips and pressing against me; when I pulled away, she would retract slightly, so my thrusting motion was small, but the distance was maximized.

From the moment my glans was sucked at the vaginal opening, it progressed to the slippery, slightly hard area deep inside her vagina. The coronal edge of my glans slid within her elastic vagina, initially feeling a little hot and spicy, but becoming increasingly soft and wonderful.

Her hands first slid and kneaded my back, occasionally pulling me closer and kissing my lips. Later, she simply supported my buttocks, directing my rhythm, mumbling incoherently, "Does it smell good?" "Is it good?" "Do you want it?" "Come on," and other nonsense.

At first, I answered, but later, realizing that I could say anything, I involuntarily started moaning along. We both moaned without any specific content, panting and releasing our feelings. Slowly, we felt as if we were becoming one, working in perfect harmony.

After a while, I felt my blood rushing, a surge of exhilarating pleasure rising within me. Without being directed, I quickened my movements, increasing the force, thrusting hard to the deepest part of her body, rubbing our pubic hair together. She kept moaning, "I want it!" "Eat!" I felt something rising inside me, about to break through something, growing and growing.

Suddenly time stopped. All sound went out. My boiling blood rushed to my lower body, leaving only my penis and glans as a last line of defense. My penis gave up, my glans couldn't hold on any longer.

I thrust deep into her body, and at that slightly hard end, I exploded, released—I don't know if it was blood or something else, but it felt like all the energy in my body shot out from a small hole. The surrounding world was empty, nothing, no light, no sound, only my violent, relentless trembling, each thrust draining my fluids…

She shuddered, clinging tightly to my buttocks. Just as I was regaining some sensation after several thrusts, she trembled, her body contracting violently. Her buttocks didn't move much, but they trembled rapidly, growing larger and larger. Her vulva pressed against the base of my penis and pubic hair, her vagina contracting violently, sucking at my penis, devouring my glans.

She lasted longer than me, so much so that even though I had stopped throbbing, the contractions of her vagina made me throb uncontrollably. The throbbing of my penis, in turn, stimulated her, causing her body to tremble violently. She mumbled incoherently, "No," "Don't," her buttocks instinctively trying to pull away, but her hands still gripped my buttocks tightly.

The energy was released, and the world calmed down. I rested my elbows on her shoulders, my chest pressing against her breasts, one hand under her neck, the other touching her face. My head was tilted near her ear, listening to her gradually calming breathing. My abdomen slumped against her body, my glans still greedily inside her vagina. Her face was turned towards my hand, flushed, her eyes closed, her hands limply hanging at her sides, her legs bent and limp on either side of mine.

A moment later, she seemed to shudder, and a warm flow gushed out of her vagina. My glans was squeezed and slid outwards, which was quite amusing, so I ignored it. But when my glans slid out of the vaginal opening, the elastic vaginal opening slid past the coronal sulcus of my glans, and I involuntarily shuddered from the stimulation.

Auntie then turned to the side, pushing me to lie flat. I think she was probably tired too. She quickly cleaned up the mess, put a small towel between her legs, lay down next to me, and kissed my face. Half asleep, I turned to her side, my hand exploring and grasping her breast, returning the kiss to her lips that were turned towards me.

She asked, "Was it good?"

"Yes!" "

Was it pleasurable?"

"Extremely pleasurable!"

"Hehe!"

"Great for the first time, you'll be a pro from now on."

"..."

Actually, I was almost asleep.

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