In memory of my mentor

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Fourteen is the age when a boy is just beginning to develop. The arrival of puberty brings many worries, curiosity, and confusion about budding sexuality. More than 30 years ago, our country was not like it is now. At that time, information was scarce, and people's attitudes toward sex were very conservative. I was already sexually aware and very curious about sex. Back then, without the overwhelming amount of pornographic stories and DVDs on the internet, it was difficult to obtain knowledge and information in this area. I could only occasionally get some fragmented and incomplete information from some medical books.

At that time, I had a best friend in class named Jun. We lived in a large compound (at that time, the neighborhoods were all single-story houses). We were both good students in the eyes of our teachers, and we got along very well. So we often did our homework together and played together after finishing our homework. His father worked in another city not far from where we lived, and his mother worked locally. We had been classmates since elementary school. Sometimes he would come to my house, and sometimes I would go to his house. We were very familiar with each other's parents. Later, I preferred to go to his house because he had a lot of books, all kinds of books. I am a person who likes to read all kinds of books. I started to enjoy reading his novels and other books, and gradually I became interested in those medical books about sex.

Jun's father worked in another city and usually came home every two to three weeks. In my eyes, he was a serious man with high expectations for Jun. Every time he came back, he would check on Jun's homework. For some reason, he often argued with Jun's mother after he came back. Later, I learned that their marital relationship was not good. Because of these reasons, Jun would always tell me not to go to his house when his father came back, and only invite me after his father left. His mother was about 40 years old at the time. She was quite pretty and very kind. I called her Aunt Zhang. Every time I went to her house, she was very welcoming. She would always give me a share of the good food. Sometimes she would laugh and say that I was half her son. She was a nurse at a hospital and had many medical books at home. Those books became my... A Sex Education Textbook for Adolescents

As hormone levels rise during puberty, curiosity and desire for sex also increase. Eyes begin to notice women around, and there's an inexplicable interest in their bodies—this must be sexual desire. Because I visited Jun's house most often, Aunt Zhang became the best target to satisfy this curiosity (I'm ashamed to say, but it's true). Especially in summer, because her clothes were thin, I would often unconsciously glance at her chest, imagining what lay beneath her clothes based on what I'd read in books. Sometimes, while thinking about it, I'd get an erection. Occasionally, when our eyes met, I felt as if she had seen through my dirty thoughts, and I would suddenly blush.

She seemed to notice the change in me. One time, after I finished my homework, as I was flipping through that newlywed hygiene book for what felt like the umpteenth time, she stood behind me and gently tapped my head with her finger. When I looked up and saw her, I blushed deeply. She laughed and said, "You little devil, huh?"

After that, I didn't dare go to Jun's house for several days, afraid that Aunt Zhang would think I was a bad kid. Later, Jun called me several times before I finally dared to go, but Aunt Zhang didn't take it seriously at all and was still as friendly to me as before. Gradually, I stopped feeling embarrassed. At that time, I slowly started to grow a mustache and began to pay attention to my clothes. Aunt Zhang once told me that Weiwei (my nickname) couldn't be considered a child anymore; he was like a young man! Her words made me feel embarrassed again.

I remember it was during the summer vacation after my second year of junior high, the happiest time for students. One day, not long after the vacation started, I went to Jun's house after lunch, as usual. It must have been a Sunday. When I knocked on the door, it wasn't Jun who answered, but Aunt Zhang. She told me that Jun's grandmother was sick, and she had asked Jun to take some eggs and nutritional supplements to visit her, and to stay with her for a few days. I was very disappointed and was about to go back to play with someone else when Aunt Zhang pulled me inside, saying, "It's so hot outside! Don't play around in the sun, you might get heatstroke. Come to my house, have some watermelon, and read a book." "Wait until the sun isn't so strong before going back," she said, and then she cut a watermelon for me. I didn't stand on ceremony and sat down to eat. It was the 1980s, and there was no air conditioning in the house. The summer temperature was very high, and people would be covered in sweat in no time. After Aunt Zhang settled me in, she said to me, "Sit for a while, Auntie needs to take a shower." Back then, houses didn't have bathrooms. Her house had two rooms, one in front and one in back. The front room was Jun's room, and the back room was hers. Behind her room was the kitchen. Back then, every house had a large bathtub, which was usually stored away and filled with water when taking a bath. I heard her running water in the back and then starting to shower. My mind started wandering; I really wanted to see what she looked like showering naked. But she was an elder in my heart, and I didn't have the courage to peep. Just as I was lost in thought, I suddenly heard a loud thud behind me, like someone falling to the ground, followed by a gasp. I instinctively rushed to the back room and saw Aunt Zhang lying on the floor, groaning in pain. Apparently, water had splashed out of the tub, and she had slipped on the wet floor. I quickly rushed over, helped her up, and lifted her up. Her back had hit the edge of the tub when she slipped, leaving a red mark. She rubbed it, groaning. I massaged the area to ease her pain. It seemed no bones were broken; it wasn't too serious. She gradually stopped groaning. Then I suddenly realized… Now I was holding the thing I'd always dreamed of seeing. Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, her areolas a dark pinkish-black, her skin very fair, and the triangle between her legs a thick patch of black. I felt a wave of dizziness. Under the influence of 14 years of pent-up male hormones, my crotch instantly became as hard as iron. Because it was summer, she was only wearing shorts, and I was holding her side, my erection pressing against her legs. My eyes were fixed on her crotch. The scent of soap on her body instantly put me in an indescribable state of intoxication. Aunt Zhang had clearly recovered from the pain and immediately sensed my lapse in composure. She turned to me and said, "Weiwei, what are you looking at?" "I...I, I wasn't looking at anything," I stammered, panicking. She chuckled and asked, "Am I pretty, Auntie?" I swallowed hard and nodded repeatedly, "Aunt Zhang, you're so pretty!" "What's pretty about you?" she continued, smiling. I felt her hand gently touch my erection through my shorts. I felt my blood boiling, an indescribable force surging through my lower abdomen and out of that hard part. She had already stood up, handed me a towel, and lay down on the bed (which was next to the bathtub) and said to me, "Help me dry off." I had lost the ability to think at that moment, and just obediently dried the water droplets off her back. She turned around again, and at that moment, for the first time in my life, I saw a woman's entire body at such close range. Perhaps out of instinct, I suddenly bent down and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking desperately. My hands began to explore her body, from her breasts to her lower abdomen, and finally to her mysterious triangle. I released her nipple and shifted my gaze to her parted thighs. In the thick pubic hair, I saw two dark mounds, slightly open, wet, with two pink labia inside. Although I had seen pictures of them in books, this was truly a woman's most private part! I ripped off my shorts, climbed on top of her, and tried to thrust my metal rod into her vagina, but for some reason, it wouldn't go in. Aunt Zhang smiled at me, grabbed my penis with two fingers, and guided it to the right spot. I thrust my hips and immediately felt myself being encased in a slippery, warm sheath. That area, due to prolonged stimulation, had accumulated too much energy, like a balloon being inflated with too much air, creating immense pressure. That warm, moist grip felt like a needle pricking the balloon, releasing all the pressure instantly. I felt a warm current gushing out of the metal rod under immense pressure, wave after wave. I could almost hear the whooshing sound of the liquid as it ejaculated. That sudden, unprecedented, intense pleasure made me wish time would stand still, that I could ejaculate forever! I don't know how many times I ejaculated or how long it lasted, but I collapsed onto her like a deflated balloon.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe only a few minutes, but I recovered from the extreme joy and exhaustion, and almost fainted state. When I opened my eyes, I saw Aunt Zhang looking at me with loving eyes, a gaze that made me feel intoxicated. She cupped my face in her hands and asked me, "Are you happy?" I nodded repeatedly and said, "I've never been so happy." "Do you want more?" she asked. "I want it all the time, every single day!" "Then don't tell anyone. I think you understand this is something we can't let anyone know, otherwise we'll all be ashamed." I was a precocious child; I knew what I had just done. Even if she hadn't told me, I knew it was a shameful thing, something we couldn't let anyone know. So I said to Aunt Zhang, "Aunt Zhang, don't worry, this is a secret between us for life. No one else will ever know!" "Good boy, Auntie likes you." Aunt Zhang said, kissing me on the cheek. Her breath was fragrant, and that mature woman's scent was like a powerful sex aphrodisiac, reigniting my already heightened desire. My penis, which had just ejaculated a large amount of semen and was already half-soft, gradually slid out of her body, then swelled up again. I had never kissed before. Facing her full lips up close, I instinctively pressed my lips against hers. I felt a soft, fragrant tongue approaching, and I immediately took it in my mouth, sucking hard. Instantly, my whole body trembled as if electrified. That was my first kiss, a first kiss I will never forget! It was so unforgettable, it made my blood boil, and I forgot everything in the world, as if I were in a dream!

Under her guidance, I naturally learned to coordinate my lips and tongue with hers, enjoying this incredibly wonderful and blissful moment. The pleasure above further fueled the desire in my penis, making it as strong as before ejaculation. An intensely itchy sensation traveled from it to my brain, which then sent a rubbing command to my body to relieve the itch (I think this is where the saying "the lower half conquers the upper half" comes from). I began to clumsily thrust my hips and pump (those books I read weren't for nothing; I knew that sex required thrusting). Aunt Zhang noticed my clumsiness and supported my hips with her hands, directing the rhythm of my thrusts while simultaneously thrusting her hips below, guiding the depth and force of my penetration. After a few rounds, I knew what she wanted. After the first release, my penis was no longer as sensitive as before, easily ruptured. I fully enjoyed the pleasure brought by its friction inside her. At this moment, Aunt Zhang's eyes were half-closed, and she let out suppressed low moans, her cheeks flushed, her breathing rapid, occasionally giving me commands: "Like this, don't stop, harder!"

"Faster, harder, harder!" Following Aunt Zhang's instructions, I felt her body beneath me getting harder and harder. Suddenly, her hands gripped my back tightly, her legs stiffened, and she let out a low growl: "Ah! I'm going to die!" I knew this was the climax described in the book, so I increased the intensity of my thrusts. Shortly after she reached her peak, I ejaculated into her body for the second time.

After a few more minutes of half-asleep, half-awake rest, I fully recovered and looked at Aunt Zhang beneath me, her eyes still closed, still recovering. Her face was so delicate and alluring, her flush still lingering, her body covered in sweat, her breasts rising and falling with her breath, and the dark patch between her fair legs particularly noticeable. Now, stained with sweat and our secretions, it looked incredibly messy and disheveled. The two labia that had been closed were now wide apart due to the prolonged manipulation, and a milky white fluid gushed out from the still-open opening, flowing down onto the mat. Perhaps because of the large amount ejaculated the first time, coupled with the vigorous movements the second time, the mat beneath her buttocks was already overflowing with a large puddle. This was the first time I had seen my own semen. Before this, I had never experienced nocturnal emission, nor had I developed a habit of masturbation, so this was the first time I had ever seen the legendary semen.

Within an hour, I completed my transformation from boy to man. Looking at the woman's alluring body beneath me and the large pool of semen scattered on the table, I was enveloped by a tremendous sense of conquest and accomplishment. All her features became the standard for my future sexual orientation: her dark areolas, her dark labia—things most men considered flaws (they preferred the bright red of a young girl's vulva) became, in my eyes, the most attractive and sexy features. As I looked, my penis involuntarily hardened again. I knelt between her legs once more, trying to insert it into Aunt Zhang's vagina for the third time. Thanks to the previous expansion and the abundant lubrication, it slid in effortlessly. Just as I was about to begin enjoying it, Aunt Zhang was awakened by my movements. She pushed me off her and softly said, "Weiwei, be good. We can't do it again today. It will hurt your health. Auntie doesn't want to ruin your body. As long as you listen to Auntie, there will be many more opportunities in the future, okay?"

Although I was very unwilling... I listened to her and stopped insisting on playing that game that brought me so much joy. She patted my bottom and said, "Sweetie, you're tired. Auntie will make you something to eat." She got up first to clean up the residue on the mat with a towel, then helped me wipe my body. We both got dressed. After making love, I already considered her my closest person and developed a special dependence on her. I shamelessly asked, "Aunt Zhang, can we come again tomorrow?" She pinched my cheek and said, "Are you addicted?" "Yes, who wouldn't be addicted to that kind of pleasure?" "Auntie has to go to work tomorrow. Come over after Auntie gets off work." "Then I'll tell my mom I'll stay at your house tomorrow, okay?" "Okay, you have to ask your mom for leave, bring your schoolbag and homework, and tell your mom you'll do your homework with Junjun here, okay?" "Okay!" Hearing her say that, I was so happy I almost jumped for joy. A little while later, she brought me two eggs and forced me to eat them in front of her. Then she said to me, "Sweetie, go home and rest early. Come back early for dinner tomorrow. Remember, don't tell anyone, or Auntie will never talk to you again!" "Auntie, don't worry, I definitely won't tell anyone!" I happily went home.

After I got home, I waited for my mom to come home from work and told her that I was going to Jun's house the next day to do my holiday homework and stay there instead of coming back. My mom told me not to cause them any trouble and then told me to bring two watermelons so I wouldn't go empty-handed. I readily agreed. After dinner, I went to bed. Because I had used up so much energy during the day, I fell asleep as soon as I got into bed. When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon. My parents had gone to work early. I felt refreshed and completely recovered when I got up. My only wish was for it to get dark quickly. I did nothing all day but wait for nightfall. Finally, evening arrived, and my parents came home from get off work. I carried my schoolbag and two watermelons to Jun's house. Aunt Zhang had just returned home and was making dinner. She was very happy to see me. "Why did you bring all that? It's so heavy. Sit down and rest for a while. We'll eat together after I finish cooking." "Aunt Zhang, is there anything I can help you with?" I wanted to please her. "You don't need to do anything. Just sit there." After dinner was cooked and served, I wolfed it down, wanting to finish quickly so I could do what I liked. Aunt Zhang kept praising me, saying, "Eat more so you have energy." I glanced up at her eyes and understood what she meant, and I blushed. After dinner, when it was time to shower, she wouldn't let me stay in her shower room. She insisted I shower after she finished.

Entertainment was scarce back then; there was no television, much less internet. So, after showering, the only entertainment was going to bed. Aunt Zhang checked the doors and windows before turning off the lights and turning on the fan. She made sure to close the kitchen window behind her house, because it was a single-story building, and people standing outside could see or hear what was happening inside. After the lights were off, I grew bolder, grabbed Aunt Zhang, and stood on tiptoe to kiss her. After yesterday's practice, my technique had improved significantly. Our tongues intertwined, greedily enjoying each other's lips, tongues, and the fluids in our mouths. My hands began to roam over her body. "Let's go to bed," she whispered. We moved to the bedside, embracing each other, and... We both collapsed onto the bed. In the darkness, all I could hear were our heavy breathing and my own pounding heart. I quickly lifted her undershirt; she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I could only see the outline of her breasts in the darkness. I took one nipple into my mouth and grabbed the other breast with my other hand, kneading it vigorously. "Oh..." I heard her soft moan. I felt her hand pulling down my shorts. I lifted my groin to match her movements. Then she took off my undershirt, and I took off hers too, followed by her underwear. Even though I had already seen her naked, I couldn't resist wanting to look more closely. I tried to turn on the light, but she pushed my hand away. "Don't turn on the light! People outside will see!"

Her words reminded me, and I had no choice but to grope in the dark. The desire of my erect little brother needed to be satisfied first. I climbed onto her body; she had already spread her legs, ready to welcome me. Returning to the same spot, I wasn't as clumsy as yesterday. With just a slight adjustment, my little brother, without any external help, followed the wet trail to find Eden, effortlessly penetrating to the root. When I thrust all the way in, "Ah!" I heard her long sigh, and I sensed the pleasure within it. Based on the experience I'd just learned yesterday, I began to thrust. Perhaps because my little brother wasn't fully developed yet, and the size wasn't right, coupled with her ample lubrication, I didn't feel strong friction. And that friction, which was supposed to stop the urge from... The deep, bone-deep itch was unbearable. I had to increase the frequency and intensity of my thrusts to get the stimulation I needed. Aunt Zhang beneath me was also thrusting her hips to meet my thrusts. In the darkness, I couldn't see her expression, only hear the sounds of our bodies colliding, her rapid breathing, and the sounds of fluid being pumped by the rapidly moving piston. I felt that she was more relaxed and enjoying herself in the darkness than she had been during the day. Her consciously suppressed moans were so beautiful, melodious and undulating, I still can't describe them, yet they were so exhilarating. No music in the world could compare to them; they were heavenly music, like a bugle call on the battlefield. Encouraged by them, I spurred myself forward and reached my limit in an instant. In the violent gushing, I once again experienced the ecstasy of being on the verge of death.

After yesterday's experience, the feeling of orgasm still thrilled me, but it didn't leave me as exhausted as yesterday. After ejaculating, I lay on top of her, burying my face between her breasts, quietly inhaling her sweat and body odor. The air was filled with the mixed scent of her secretions and semen, arousing intense desire. Clearly, my stamina hadn't lasted until she reached her peak. I felt her gripping my softening member tightly, unwilling to let it slip out. Realizing this, I kissed her lips, trying to quickly rekindle my erection. Her kiss was passionate and sensual, reigniting my desire in less than two minutes. My half-shrunken penis began to swell again, and feeling its hardness, I resumed thrusting. Her eager response told me of her longing. I discovered I was quite perceptive in this area; today, she didn't give me commands like yesterday. I understood her body language; all my actions were what she wanted. She simply sang those incredibly moving songs. As I read in books that women's orgasms come later than men's, I consciously shifted my focus away from the friction below and instead gazed at the woman beneath me. Although the night was dark, after a period of adjustment and with the faint starlight filtering into the room, I could still see her expression. She was biting her lip and writhing, seemingly in pain. I knew that only by bringing her to orgasm as quickly as possible would her pained expression cease. My energy was boundless. At that time, I didn't know many complex techniques; I simply tried to increase the frequency and force of my thrusts, hoping Aunt Zhang would experience the greatest pleasure. Finally, I heard Aunt Zhang cry out "Ah!" and hug me tightly. I knew she had reached her climax. I then refocused my attention on the pleasure from below and intensified it. When the pleasure became uncontrollable, the valve below opened involuntarily, and the ejaculation began again. With the first wave of ejaculation, I thrust it to its deepest point, letting this brand-new machine gun fire automatically until the last bullet was fired.

The advantage of youth is abundant energy, but the disadvantage is a lack of stamina. Therefore, I could only reach her orgasm in two thrusts each time, which almost became the basic pattern of our sex life. Fortunately, I had just tasted the sweetness and couldn't be happier with such pleasure. Not to mention two times, even 20 times, as long as I could do it, I would be happy to do it.

After her orgasm, Aunt Zhang was resting with her eyes closed. Exhausted, I lay on top of her, panting heavily. I was captivated by this body that brought me so much pleasure. Although my little brother had already slid softly out of her, I still didn't want to get off her.

I asked in her ear, "Aunt Zhang, was it good?" "You made Auntie feel like she was ascending to heaven. My Weiwei is a real man now!" Aunt Zhang's answer filled me with pride. "Aunt Zhang, what I just ejaculated inside, is that the white, sticky fluid I saw yesterday? Is it the semen that the book talks about?" Although I had some basic sex knowledge, I still wanted to get confirmation from Aunt Zhang. "Yes, you understand everything." "The book says semen can make women pregnant, will you get pregnant too?" I asked curiously. "Of course I will! Auntie will give you a baby, a little brother for Junjun, okay?" Aunt Zhang replied with a smile. I blushed deeply, thankfully she couldn't see in the dark. "Ah, you've ejaculated quite a bit again, it's all leaking out. Quickly, get a pillow and put it under Auntie's bottom." I rolled off her and got her a pillow, which she placed under herself. "That way it won't leak out, Auntie wants your seed to sprout and blossom inside." Much later I learned that she believed boys' semen was beneficial to women, and that she already had an IUD, so pregnancy was impossible. But her words still made me feel a great sense of accomplishment.

The fatigue after the climax gradually made me sleepy, and I fell asleep. I don't know how much time passed, but I was woken up by the urge to urinate. After urinating, I went back to bed. Because it was hot, neither of us was wearing clothes. Aunt Zhang was still lying naked on her back with a pillow under her. My little brother, which was hard from needing to urinate, was obviously eager to do something again. I gently parted her legs and knelt between them. Because of the pillow, her vulva was facing upwards. I lifted her legs, used one hand to separate her closed labia, and used the other hand to guide my little brother into the slit between them. My still-developing genitals did not encounter... Despite the resistance, I slid in, and that familiar tingling and itchy sensation shot straight to my brain from below. I climbed onto her body and began another round of work. Although she was asleep and couldn't cooperate, the pillow underneath created a comfortable angle between our bodies, making the thrusting feel great (from then on, I liked to put a pillow under me when we made love). I thrust gently like this. After a few times, I was no longer as eager for that instant climax as before. I began to enjoy the process, stopping occasionally to suckle her nipples and caress her body. My movements woke Aunt Zhang downstairs. Still half-asleep, she reached out and touched me. "You little glutton, you want more?" "Yes, Aunt Zhang, I can't get enough," I replied, thrusting. The semen from the last two ejaculations hadn't completely dried, making it very slippery inside. My penis didn't feel very stimulated when I thrust, so to achieve a stronger pleasure, I increased the force and frequency of my thrusts. My vigorous energy made my penis move violently inside her like a piston in a high-speed engine. Our abdomens crackled with each powerful thrust, accompanied by the sounds of her vaginal discharge. The "splish-splish" sound of the liquid aroused her desire. I could feel her thrusting genitals and the suppressed moans of "oh ah" in her throat. The dizzying pleasure enveloped me again. I was like a sex machine running at full speed. The ever-increasing pleasure from my penis made me involuntarily speed up and thrust that iron rod. I don't know how long it lasted or how many times I thrust, but suddenly she tensed her body, cried out, and gripped me tightly with both hands. The valve below me was also opened by the gushing water, and hot fluid gushed out...

When I woke up, it was already daylight. I had been lying on top of her in the same sexual position for half the night, my head still resting on her chest, though my penis had long since slipped out. When I opened my eyes, she was looking at me, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection. I said embarrassedly, "Aunt Zhang, I'm sorry, I just fell asleep like that. Aren't you uncomfortable being on top of me? Why didn't you put me down?" "Seeing how tired you were, Aunt Zhang wanted you to rest well and didn't have the heart to wake you. Besides, Aunt Zhang didn't want you to leave," she replied. I rolled off her, feeling embarrassed. She smiled and said, "My legs are a little numb now because you kept them spread apart." As she spoke, she closed her legs, facing me, lifted her hips, pulled out the pillow from under her, and placed it aside. Looking at the pillow, she grinned mischievously at me and said, "This pillow needs a good wash; it's covered in your handiwork." I picked it up and saw a large stain on it. I knew it was from our lovemaking, a mixture of her bodily fluids and my semen. Curious, I smelled it. Whether it was the scent triggering my sexual center or a male morning erection, I suddenly felt my penis hard again. I took her nipple into my mouth, my hands groping between her legs. "Not enough for one night?" she laughed, patting my head. "Not enough! Not enough!" I mumbled between suckles. I pulled her from her side to her back, then climbed on top of her, kneeling between her legs and spreading them apart. Before she could resist, my erect penis entered her. After a night of hard work, her fertile soil was already loose enough that it didn't need my hands or her deliberate cooperation. My penis went in without any effort, everything was so smooth and easy. A few minutes later, my vibrant semen filled her parched soil again...

I panted, gazing at the woman beneath me. In my heart, she was no longer an elder, but a woman who brought me unparalleled joy, my woman, my beloved woman. At that moment, I was willing to do anything for her. As she stroked my body, she said, "You are God's precious gift to me." I was deeply moved, and we kissed involuntarily, our lips and tongues entwined for a long time, as if trying to swallow each other and melt into one. She passionately sucked on my tongue and saliva, and I equally passionately sucked on her saliva. "Do you know? The amount of semen you ejaculated inside me in one night is more than what Junjun's father ejaculated inside him in a year," she whispered in my ear. "From now on, you are my woman!" I proudly declared. "Yes, only you, my heart and body belong only to you!" she replied. "Junjun's father has been ejaculating inside you for so many years. Even if I ejaculate more in one night than he did in a year, it will still take me a long time to surpass him," I said. "Try harder, I want you to surpass him as soon as possible. I like you to plant many seeds inside me," she whispered.

From then on, she opened a door to happiness for me, and we became lovers deeply in love. Whenever we had the chance, we indulged in physical pleasure. The monotonous school life became joyful and full of anticipation. After each enjoyment, I would eagerly await the next one, and the days flew by in anticipation.

Living conditions were poor back then; each family of three or four people crammed into a small room of less than 30-40 square meters. Finding an opportunity for two people to enjoy sex undisturbed was not easy. Repeated sexual encounters did not satisfy my growing libido as I matured; instead, they further stimulated my desire for sex. Her long-suppressed desires, finding an outlet, became uncontrollable. We desperately sought any opportunity to seize this unseen yet unparalleled joy. Because Jun was raised by his grandmother, he… My maternal grandmother's house was in a small town in the suburbs. Jun would take one or two Sundays each month to visit her. This day became the best opportunity for our rendezvous. For me, it was like a holiday. Every time he left, we couldn't wait to stick together. At that age, it seemed like there was an uncontrollable heat inside me, constantly wanting to surge out. Her alluring body and infinite tenderness provided the perfect outlet for my volcano of desire. Whenever I wanted it, as long as it was convenient for her, she would try her best to satisfy me. And when it was satisfied and I withdrew from her body, she never hesitated to praise it! Her indulgence towards me was boundless. Back then, it wasn't as easy as it is now to book a hotel room. Due to our living conditions, we often had to find ways to do so when no one was home. Sometimes, we wouldn't have such an opportunity for a long time. We would arrange to meet the next day, and she would ask for half a day off to go home the following afternoon, while I would skip half a day of class. We would seize this stolen half-day to fully enjoy the boundless pleasure that lust brought us. Our two bodies were intertwined, as if the world was about to end tomorrow. My brand-new penis went in and out of her vagina endlessly, seemingly insatiable except for the period of weakness after orgasm. For safety reasons, we would separate after several rounds of intercourse, once my penis could no longer achieve an erection. Sometimes, this would happen: after returning home, within minutes, while I was alone reminiscing about the pleasurable experience, my penis would involuntarily become erect again. I would immediately run back to her house and knock on her door. She would lazily get out of bed and open the door for me. I would ask her for sex again, and she would laugh and scold me for refusing. I ignored her resistance and, with her half-hearted resistance, I would take off her clothes again and mount her. She would moan with pleasure again. For me, this kind of intercourse was no longer just a simple physical pleasure. After repeated intercourse in the afternoon, the head of my penis was no longer sensitive, and the pleasure from thrusting was greatly reduced, even causing some slight pain. However, her beautiful moans, her breasts swaying under the impact of my body, and her labia being turned in and out with my thrusting penis created a great impact on my sight and hearing, forming a strong stimulation and enjoyment. Looking at the woman below, lost in ecstasy, I felt like her conqueror. Perhaps it was a man's natural sadistic instinct, but I suppressed my urge to ejaculate, concentrating all my strength on my penis, thrusting harder and harder into the woman beneath me with each stroke. The woman's moans gradually rose from soft to loud, reaching their climax. Her suddenly stiffened body and the copious flow of vaginal fluid told me she had reached the pinnacle of ecstasy. I continued my relentless thrusting, and the woman beneath me went from one peak to another. When she cried out, "You're going to fuck me to death! Fuck me to death!" the woman entered a semi-conscious state. She had become a female animal indulging in the pleasure of orgasm, having cast aside all moral shame. Although I could no longer ejaculate, I felt like the master of this woman; she had become my slave. This spiritual enjoyment far surpassed the physical pleasure brought by the muscle contractions during ejaculation! During our time together, she nurtured my sexual abilities and skills, giving me a deep understanding of women's sexual psychology and physiological processes. Previously, I always thought sex was shameful and something women resisted, but she showed me how wonderful sex can be and how much women crave it. This greatly contributed to building my confidence in relationships with women later on. Throughout my school years, I didn't develop the masturbation habit that almost all boys have, nor did I experience nocturnal emissions; my sexual development was healthier than all my classmates. The only negative consequence was that I lost interest in young girls and focused my attention on married women, especially those over 30.

When I was admitted to university, I had to leave my hometown to study, and our relationship had to end.

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