Youthful Romance

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I have many hobbies. By hobbies, I mean things I want to do when I have free time, and when I do

n't have time to do them, I think about how to do them. Of all my hobbies, my favorite is women, which is similar to many of you. I think everyone here

loves this kind of thing. I'm writing this mainly to share my thoughts with you all.

My writing skills are limited, and I don't want to go into too much detail about sex. Please forgive me if I can't remember

the details clearly.

In the previous story, my flirtatious aunt (I was 13 years old that year)

, in our time, the country was closed off, and information was scarce. Even adults didn't know as

much as kids do now. But I was undoubtedly a freak. When I was four years old, I pulled down the pants of a neighbor girl. She

was two years older than me. I even touched her and had an urge to lick her, but I didn't actually lick her private parts. The

girl got scared and ran away. Actually, I was scared too, and I didn't dare go home that night.

From then on, my mind was filled with all sorts of fantasies, but I didn't know

what they were. Things got much better after starting school. In fifth grade, as I was graduating, I noticed a girl in my class and would always walk her home after school,

occasionally holding her hand. Nothing serious happened. After graduation, everyone went back to school to visit their teachers. That day, I

saw her and even kissed her.

We lost touch after that. In middle school, I started going astray. I touched the faces of almost every pretty girl and the breasts of some. I even lifted a girl's skirt to

bet whether her underwear was white or patterned. I won (because I

saw it beforehand), but I was called away by the teacher. My homeroom teacher was a 24-year-old woman. I used to

like her a lot because I had peeked at half of her breast. I forget what she said to me, but I remember being forced

to transfer schools . For six months after the transfer, I had all sorts of struggles with the boys at my new school, and eventually, I was forced to drop out.

I was 13 years old that year. Not going to school was a good thing for me; I started visiting various relatives and friends.

That's how my first time started. One of my aunts was very close to my family, but we weren't related. She

was 22 years older than me.

I still remember the first time I saw a VCR was at her house. She and her husband both worked for the government, and

they had everything they needed. Back then, you couldn't even buy a VCR in a store, and even televisions were hard to find. My first

time watching a video, my first time watching pornography, my first time having sex, my first time receiving oral sex—all

happened during that time.

She lived with her mother-in-law then, and I often went to her house. That time, when I went, she was watching

a video, and it had that kind of scene. She changed the channel, and I told her to change it back. She said, "Don't watch that; it'll corrupt

you, and you won't be able to explain it to your mother." I said no, I wanted to watch it. She changed it back, but it got increasingly outrageous. My heart was

pounding, but at that time, I didn't have the guts to do anything because I didn't know anything about it.

Then she changed the channel again and wouldn't change it back. I ran over and grabbed the remote. As we were playfully teasing each other,

I had some impure thoughts. Since there was no air conditioning at home, we were wearing very little. Maybe it was because we had watched porn, and with

the physical contact, she seemed a little uncomfortable. She hid the remote behind her back, and I reached under her armpits

to grab it from behind, essentially hugging her. Suddenly, she said something was hurting her terribly and grabbed

my penis.

I just stood there, holding her, my mind blank. Seeing that I didn't say anything and she didn't move, she switched the TV back

to video, and we watched it together again. By then, I couldn't watch anything anymore. I wanted to hug her and take off her pants

, but I had so many thoughts, yet I didn't dare to act on any of them. Haha, how pathetic! I just kept peeking at her. Finally

, she took the initiative and hugged me, breathing heavily, and whispered in my ear, "Do you want

to sleep ?" At that moment, I couldn't hold back anymore. I slipped my hand inside her clothes and touched her breasts.

I felt dizzy and almost couldn't breathe.

She was playing with my rock-hard penis in her hand. We took off our clothes, and I couldn't wait

to put it inside. I wanted to kiss her genitals, which had been my dream for years, but she said she hadn't washed and couldn't do it.

I ejaculated after only a few thrusts. After that, I felt normal again and

started , satisfying my long-held curiosity. Finally, I had a woman to study. It felt amazing,

much better than ejaculating.

However, it was the first time I had ejaculated while fully conscious, and I was a bit silly. After playing for a while, my penis got hard again

, and I put it back in. This time it lasted a little longer, but not long after, and I ejaculated again. Then she said to hurry

up and get dressed, in case people came home.

We got dressed and sat there watching TV. She kept touching and kissing her breasts while I watched her.

I got hard again and said, "Let's do it again." She said no, people were coming home. I didn't give in, so she took my penis

out and put it in her mouth. It seems so simple now, but back then, I didn't last long before ejaculating in her

mouth. She laughed and said, "Now you're behaving yourself, aren't you? Your mouth is full of my semen, and you still want to kiss me. It's disgusting

."

At that time, I was completely obsessed with her body. I would go to her house whenever I had the chance. Actually, she wasn't

a beauty , and she was a bit chubby. Her vagina was also very large; you could fit my whole hand inside with just a little bit of it, and my hand is

extra-large. But maybe I wasn't fully developed yet. Even so, I loved her to

the point because her vagina could move, not intentionally, and the movement wasn't very large. Hers wasn't like that;

her penis was like a juicer that was always inside, and she would ejaculate in no time.

Back then, I couldn't sleep well if I didn't see her for a day. Actually, even if I saw her every time, I couldn't sleep with her every time

because it was inconvenient to stay in hotels at that time. There were also often people at home. We were together like this for several years.

Even after I got a girlfriend and moved in with her, I continued this relationship with her.

We Later, I learned that not all women can move.

When we broke up, I already had a woman living with me. Although she wasn't as fun or exciting as her,

she was just too old. So old that I didn't want to look at her after I ejaculated. Thinking about it now, I feel quite sorry for her

; there's always a tinge of guilt in my heart. After all, she gave me several years of sexual happiness, and with her, I fulfilled

all my dreams.

Next chapter: Seventeen-year-old Nan.

I was also seventeen when I met Nan, and she was two days older than me. She was a precocious girl, seventeen years old.

Her body was almost fully developed. Her breasts and buttocks were round. Her name was Nan, and she wasn't from our school

. Meeting her was a coincidence; our beginning wasn't exactly honorable, at least not in those days—it was

a huge risk, and we were scorned by our friends.

I've always been rebellious, always doing things teachers and parents forbade: fighting, smoking,

drinking , and hanging out with friends. One of my younger brothers was bullied at school, getting beaten up by older students over a girl

. He asked me to avenge him, and that's how I met Nan. She wasn't the school beauty. She wasn't exactly a beauty either; back then, she

seemed like a slut. Because her parents lived abroad, her clothes were both fashionable and mature.

My brother got the worst beating, and the girl ran away after I beat him up. But he didn't complain, because I

avenged him and made him feel proud at school. In those days, beautiful women loved hooligans, and since no one dared mess with me at school, I

naturally had no shortage of girls. I wasn't short of girls, but I'd never tried anything with students before. Back then, my sexual

partner was my aunt, who could fulfill all my needs; seducing young girls seemed too much trouble to me. But Nan

was different. She was very seductive and looked mature.

The first time I took her home, I felt she was trying to seduce me. Her parents weren't in the country then; she

didn't live with her grandmother, but with her maternal grandmother. She brought me home, but no one was home. We

ate at her place, and after dinner, we watched TV together on the sofa. I naturally put my arm around her and whispered in her ear, asking if she

wanted to be my girlfriend. She was half-hearted, which is normal for girls, but I

kept at it.

I slowly started to pull off her clothes. Damn, people in that era wore layers and belts

; girls these days don't wear belts! It took me half an hour just to pull off her clothes, until finally, she refused to take off anything except

her underwear . Fine, I'd keep at it. I held my penis against her crotch,

using both my hands and mouth, until I was getting impatient, and finally I broke her self-control.

Instead of pulling down her panties, I inserted my penis into the side of her panties. Maybe it's because I'm

used to doing it with mature women, but I didn't think much and just pushed it in. There was so much lubrication

, and I used a bit too much force. Although I felt some resistance, I didn't hesitate and pushed

the head in. Nan shuddered and said, "It hurts so much!"

"It's normal to feel a little pain the first time," I comforted her, "It'll be better in a bit. " Well, maybe my penis

was a bit big for a girl's first time, but the whole process went relatively smoothly, after all, I have plenty of experience. The first

time, I didn't ejaculate for a long time. Although her vagina was tighter than my aunt's, my aunt's

vagina was movable, so it didn't feel as exciting as before. Also, lying there still wasn't much variation, unlike

my aunt's always moving up and down, which was a bit boring.

When I pulled down her panties, there was a lot of blood on them. Back then, virgins weren't rare; there were even girls in their twenties

. So I didn't think much of it

. Nan was the most horny virgin I'd ever met. On our first night, she didn't object to me giving her oral sex, but

she didn't like kissing my penis, which was really frustrating. Even after we broke up, she never formally gave me oral sex again.

But I loved giving her oral sex; it was the first time I'd ever kissed a girl's genitals. I've

never kissed my aunt's since. Nan's genitals were soft, smooth, and tender, without any unpleasant smell. Compared to Nan's,

my aunt's was a bit smelly. Every time I kissed her, I could make her want it. We did it many times that night.

Looking back now, I'm ashamed that Nan probably never had an orgasm with me. I

really . My aunt definitely had orgasms, but it wasn't my doing. Later, I took Nan home and told

my mom I had a girlfriend . My mom strongly opposed it, saying, "You're so young, what are you doing having a girlfriend? You're not allowed!" But

my parents had never been able to control me growing up. Eventually, they gave up.

Later, because Nan's home was too far away and inconvenient to come home, I discussed with my mom about having Nan stay at our house. That time,

our family almost had a huge fight, but I won in the end. Nan ate and slept at my house, sharing a bed with me every day. We

were inseparable. Nan was very sensible; after living at my house for a short time, she became very close to my mom

. Later, when we broke up, my mom even cried and scolded me for being heartless.

But we still broke up. Our relationship lasted less than a year. Nan was also very decisive; she didn't cling to me

. She understood my personality—if I couldn't do something, I'd go all out. So when I proposed breaking up, although Nan

cried, she quickly moved all her things out. I felt a little guilty towards her, so I never broke off

contact . Later, as her sexual performance became increasingly exciting, I started to regret it. Our relationship lasted until her

marriage; she was 22. We slept together once after her wedding, but I didn't feel good about it, so we didn't continue.

Later, she gave birth. I wanted to visit her in the hospital, feeling that after so many years, we should at least have

some closure , and I wanted to offer my blessings. A few days later, I received news that her child had died seven days after birth. It was

hemolytic disease, and I later learned that it was a certain death sentence. After that, I lost contact with her until today.

Looking back now, I still feel a little guilty towards her. After all, we broke up because I fell in love with another

woman. If I hadn't, perhaps everything would have been different. Well... I don't know if Nan counts as my first love,

but she was definitely the first virgin I ever encountered. Back then, maybe neither of us understood love, maybe neither of us

truly loved the other. I approached her because I thought she was a slut, and maybe our relationship was just because girls of that era

liked hooligans.

I've never told anyone about my experiences; they're absolutely private. I'm only sharing this today on a whim. If

you guys like it, please support me; if not, please don't hurl insults.

Finally, let me clarify that I'm not really a hooligan in the true sense. It was just that

my and desire to be a hero led me to do some impulsive things. As I grew older, I gradually

understood myself better. Back then, I was just a precocious, impulsive, and thoughtless kid.

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