Memories of the past

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The story begins about ten years ago, when I was still living in my family's old house. It wasn't like the apartment buildings we live in now, but an old building. My family
lived on the fourth floor, where two families shared the floor. The front of the floor consisted of the main rooms for both families, each with two rooms. Outside, there was a common hallway connected to a staircase, followed by a corridor. Along the corridor, there was
a sink, one of my family's back rooms, and the shared kitchen and toilet for both families. My cousin's name was Zuo Wei, born on September 11, 1967. She was nine years older than me, and I called
her Sister Weiwei. When we were little, my cousin lived in the north with my father, who was in the army. Around the time I was in third grade, she was sent back to Wuhan and came to live with us. We
gave her the back room; she was in her second year of high school then. Later, she didn't do well on the college entrance exam and went to a medical college for a junior college degree. She was a day student, so she still lived in
the back room of our house. Several years passed quickly. After graduating, she got a job at a hospital, working in the laboratory department. It was around 1989, my cousin was 22, and I was in my second year of junior high school
. During my adolescence, I developed a strong interest in the opposite sex. I was rather introverted and didn't interact much with female classmates. My older cousin, while not a
stunning beauty , was definitely considered pretty by ordinary standards, and she was the young woman closest to me. Naturally, she became my first crush
. I closely observed her every move from morning till night, which gradually escalated to spying on her. At first, my spying didn't reveal much,
except for one time when I peeked at her changing clothes and saw her wearing only a bikini. Now it seems insignificant, but back then, the visual impact of a nearly naked woman's body was quite significant for a
teenage boy. My cousin was petite, with a dignified appearance, spoke fluent Mandarin, and seemed very quiet,
but she was actually cheerful and lively. She didn't wear makeup or jewelry, appearing very natural, but she had many clothes, especially her summer dresses, which
were mostly revealing and showed off her beautiful figure. My cousin, who had just started working, had many friends, mostly men, primarily her high school and university
classmates and colleagues from the hospital. My older cousin was always very kind to me, often taking me to her school and the hospital, so many of her classmates and colleagues knew me.
I noticed that since starting university, she frequently went out with men who came to visit her, sometimes staying out very late. There were about
ten men in total, and some of them seemed quite close to her. One in particular, surnamed Yu, seemed to be a driver at the hospital; he was tall and
handsome. Two or three times, she went out with him and didn't return until the next morning. I remember my mother had a serious talk with her about it. At the time,
I wasn't very clear about sex and found the female body very mysterious. Because I often saw my cousin hanging out her underwear to dry, I became very interested in it,
frequently rummaging through her washing machine, wardrobe, and handbag. Almost every time, I found something interesting. My cousin had five or six bras, more than ten pairs of various panties
, and even a sexy thong—very trendy and avant-garde in the late 1980s. The bra size was 85C, but of course, I didn't know what that meant
at the time . My cousin had three menstrual belts. Back then, sanitary napkins were still relatively new, and she always used menstrual belts. A menstrual belt was
basically a strip of cloth with straps at both ends. When a woman menstruated, she would put toilet paper on the cloth, then wrap it around her crotch and tie it around her waist. It could be washed
and reused. Sanitary napkins were, of course, much more advanced and hygienic. After secretly watching her for a few months, I discovered that my cousin had started using sanitary napkins, which were still completely unfamiliar to me at the time
. Our washing machine was my playground back then because my cousin always threw her unwashed clothes in there. I would go through it every day, and I would often
wrap my dirty panties and menstrual belts around my penis and masturbate.
My first ejaculation was while wearing my cousin's dirty thong and playing with her bra. Of course, because I was afraid my cousin would find out, I
took my penis out before ejaculating and didn't ejaculate on it. What I remember vividly to this day is that her panties, even after she'd changed out of the wash, were always covered in vaginal
discharge, especially after she'd stayed out late with her boyfriend. Sometimes there were even more discharge, and on them were patches of slightly hardened, yellowish-white residue around the edges, then a light grayish-white center. At the time, I
didn't know what it was, but later I learned it was semen! But by then, I already knew my cousin wasn't a virgin, because I often
found condoms in her handbag. Sometimes her discharge was white with foam, quite thin and with a mild odor, while other times it was yellowish-white, thick like
gel , with a strong fishy smell and a salty taste. This puzzled me for a long time—how could her discharge change like that? Later
, I learned it reflected her menstrual cycle. On certain days each month, her panties would also have obvious menstrual blood and adhesive residue from sanitary napkins.
Sometimes she would even carelessly toss used sanitary napkins soaked with menstrual blood onto her desk. All of this could be considered my sexual awakening. I knew my cousin was constipated before
; I'd even found glycerin suppositories in her handbag, and occasionally there was feces on her underwear—it's really disgusting to think about now. Since the toilet was outside,
it was very inconvenient to relieve herself at night, so my cousin had to use a spittoon every night. I often saw her carrying a full spittoon of yellow urine into the sink in the morning. Once, I even
saw a large, unflushed piece of feces in the sink. During that time, I did four other bad things. First, I took my cousin's underwear off the clothesline,
wiped the crotch area in the toilet septic tank, and then hung it back up. My cousin, unaware of this, must have worn it later. Second, I took one of my cousin's underwear
, smeared glycerin suppositories on it, but fearing she'd find out, I threw it behind a water vat in the main room—a neglected, unsanitary corner that
was never cleaned. A few days later, worried that my cousin would notice a missing pair of underwear and become suspicious, I picked it up and stuffed it into one of her unused
handbags. But not long after, I saw the underwear hanging on the clothesline; my cousin must have found it, washed it, and put it back on. I thought
she might suspect me, but she didn't say anything. Thankfully, getting her underwear dirty these two times didn't make her sick. The third incident was one morning when I saw
my cousin going downstairs to work. I stood by the stair railing and urinated down, landing on her. She looked up, but didn't understand what was happening, so she called out.
I replied that I was splashing water! My cousin believed me and went to the hospital wearing clothes stained with my urine. The fourth incident was when I was making coffee for my cousin, I
secretly squeezed a few drops of urine into the cup and made her drink it. About half a year passed, and then something unexpected happened. It was an early winter
evening. I was in the inner room, having gone to bed early, but I couldn't fall asleep. My cousin, unaware of this, or perhaps thinking I was just a child and not paying attention, actually brought a basin of hot water into
my room to wash her bottom. Everyone knows that women, if they don't bathe, wash their genitals every day. That was the first time I had ever seen a woman's most mysterious place. I
squinted at my cousin's genitals, while she
remained completely oblivious. The moment she pulled down her underwear, I was extremely excited. She had a lot of long, thick pubic hair, forming an inverted triangle, extending from her lower abdomen to her anus. Her white buttocks were round and plump. After sitting in the basin for a few minutes, my cousin squatted down.
She actually parted her genitals with her hands and gently washed them with a towel. I could clearly see her soft, swollen labia majora covering her tightly closed labia minora.
The edges of the labia minora were darker, while the center was orange-pink.
After wiping her front, my cousin parted her buttocks, revealing her dark, chrysanthemum-shaped anus, which she slowly washed. At this moment, I was extremely excited and finally couldn't hold back and
ejaculated under the covers. After that, I became even more obsessed with my cousin's body and even more obsessed with spying on her. A few days later, I had a good opportunity. I saw her take
a roll of toilet paper and go to the toilet. I guessed she was going to defecate, so I followed her. Our toilet was shared by two families. There used to be a lock,
but and was removed. Instead, a bolt was installed inside the toilet to lock the door, leaving a small keyhole. Because it was usually just family and
we had a good relationship with our neighbors, no one paid much attention to this small hole. This was exactly what I used. Of course, I was prepared. I used two mirrors to
reflect light so I could see everything inside. My cousin was squatting over the cesspool, her entire vulva exposed before my eyes. As mentioned before, she was constipated, and she had been squatting there for a
long time . I was getting a little impatient, but just then, her labia minora suddenly parted, her vulva tightened, and a stream of fluid gushed out from the middle, the flow
gradually decreasing. I heard a soft moan, followed by a loud, powerful, and resounding fart—the kind of "thunder" that had been stored up for a long time. A black
substance slowly dangled between her buttocks, then another, and after five, her buttocks tightened again, and more fluid splattered from her vulva. The whole process lasted two to
three minutes, followed by a foul stench wafting out from under the door. After seeing my cousin wash her buttocks and defecate, I was no longer unfamiliar with her body,
but six months later, I witnessed something even more astonishing. It was April of 1990. Wuhan was already quite warm, even a bit hot. After noon,
you could wear a single shirt. That afternoon, I got out of school much earlier than usual, and no one was home; they had all gone to work. I went to the restroom and passed by my cousin's back room.
The door was locked and the curtains were drawn, but suddenly I heard faint moans coming from inside. What was going on? My cousin shouldn't be home from work yet. Luckily, the curtains weren't fully drawn
, and a corner was visible. I curiously peeked inside, and oh my god, my cousin and that driver surnamed Yu! They were naked, entwined on the bed,
with several pairs of men's and women's underwear scattered on the floor. This was the first time I had ever seen a man and woman having sex, and I was stunned! A naked couple was clearly displayed before
me, and it was also the first time I had ever seen my cousin completely naked. Because it was the first time, I paid special attention to her full breasts. Her spherical breasts were firm and
swollen, with long, large nipples that stood erect, covered in wrinkles, and below the nipples were brown areolas covered with erect nipples. A man and a woman were engrossed in their passionate encounter
, completely unaware of the pair of peeping eyes watching them through the window. I saw the man surnamed Yu repeatedly pinching my cousin's nipples with two fingers. Her
nipples were noticeably enlarged. Then, Yu lowered his head, took one nipple into his mouth, biting and releasing it with his teeth, while licking
the nipple and surrounding area with his tongue. This caused my cousin's chest to heave, her upper body to twist, and her mouth to emit pleasurable moans. A few minutes later, it was clear that my cousin was
even more excited. She got up, knelt on the bed, and took Yu's enormous male genitalia into her mouth, sucking and blowing on it. Thinking back now
, in 1990, my cousin was actually performing oral sex; she was quite open-minded! Yu's hands caressed my cousin's smooth buttocks; he must have been reveling
in the dual pleasure of physical touch and oral stimulation. My cousin patiently licked and sucked, then licked the glans with her tongue. Yu's hands weren't idle; he continued
to touch her buttocks, and it seemed his middle finger was even inside her anus, probing it. Yu probably needed stronger stimulation next. He made my cousin
stop sucking and spread her legs wide. From my angle, I could see her entire vulva. Her labia were slightly parted, and because her legs were open,
the slit was also open, revealing pink flesh and what looked like glistening liquid at the vaginal opening. Yu, aroused, grabbed my cousin's
ankles, widened her hips, and lowered his head to kiss her labia. Due to the angle, I couldn't see the details, but I could see Yu's
large, black head moving back and forth, probably licking and scraping the vulva with his tongue. My cousin's legs kept lifting and lowering, she was probably quite aroused.
At this point, my cousin was probably extremely aroused. She pushed away the man surnamed Yu, who then stood up and knelt in front of her. My cousin's legs were wide open, and
I could vaguely see that her genitals were damp. Yu's hand guided his hard penis towards her vaginal opening. My cousin reached out to receive it, pulling the glans towards her vaginal opening.
Yu gently pressed down, his penis slowly entering her narrow vagina. Yu's abdomen finally pressed against my cousin's smooth lower abdomen. My cousin naturally
pressed her thighs towards him, and Yu thrust straight down, penetrating her deeply. My cousin's two snow-white thighs wrapped around Yu's waist. Every time Yu
struggled, it caused my cousin to move as well. The two of them moved simultaneously, like a tightly integrated machine. At first, Yu used only the first third of his penis to
rub in and out, his movements light and slow. Gradually, the movements became larger and deeper each time. When Yu's abdomen lifted upwards, my cousin seemed reluctant
to let go, her genitals following suit. As a result, the so-called withdrawal of the penis never actually left the vagina; it was merely a small-scale internal friction between the two connected parts. Yu
placed his hands on the pillows on either side of my cousin's shoulders, his body forming a straight line. He thrust downwards rapidly, colliding violently with her vulva,
the impact so loud it seemed like a "smack" could be heard in the air. My cousin's face turned red, and her moans grew louder. After dozens of dazzling thrusts, Yu suddenly pressed down on my cousin's
abdomen and remained still. My cousin swayed her head from side to side, her snow-white thighs clamping tightly around Yu's waist, her legs forming a circle around his entire waist.
Her taut upper body trembled violently, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her tightly. After Yu got up, a stream of white semen could be seen flowing from my cousin's
vulva , wetting the sheets beneath her buttocks. A few minutes later, they did it a second time. This time, my cousin took the initiative. She continuously used her gloved hand to stroke
Yu's limp, caterpillar-like penis, rubbing his testicles. Soon, Yu's penis swelled up, the swollen glans glistening with a purplish-red luster. At this moment, my cousin
sat up and straddled Yu, and the man's penis plunged into her vagina with a soft "plop." My cousin actively moved up and down on Yu, making piston-like
movements. After about 20 or so times, Yu seemed to suddenly get excited. He rolled over, making my cousin lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high. He knelt behind
her and thrust his penis into her body, pumping wildly, while his hands almost savagely grabbed and squeezed her breasts. Each thrust caused my cousin
to groan. I counted; he thrust about a hundred times. Suddenly, the man and woman froze, as if their muscles were spasming. Then they both let out a long
sigh , their faces showing expressions of ecstasy. The man surnamed Yu had missed his target. After withdrawing his penis, the man surnamed Yu actually used his hand to pry open his cousin's anus and inserted an enema!
Oh my god, how disgusting! A moment later, my cousin's face turned bright red, and she sat naked on the spittoon, relieving herself with a series of splattering sounds. It was almost
5:30. I heard my cousin sweetly urging the man surnamed Yu to leave, saying that school and work students would be coming home soon! Afraid they would see, I quickly ran downstairs for a quick look,
then pretended to be going home from school. At that moment, my cousin was busy emptying the spittoon and washing the sheets. After secretly watching my cousin make love, I felt incredibly excited and aroused. But to my
surprise , less than a month later, my cousin's expression suddenly became melancholic. She became silent and even somewhat listless at home
. She came home on time every day after work, and she quickly sent away any men who came to see her, no longer going out with them. What puzzled me even more was that I could find several pairs of my cousin's underwear in
the washing machine —usually two, sometimes as many as three or four. They were all covered in thick, yellowish-white discharge, almost
like pus, and in large quantities. The entire crotch area was practically soaked, and they smelled terrible. At that moment, I realized my cousin might be sick, and I stopped daring to let
my penis touch her dirty underwear. I desperately wanted to find out what was going on, but the secret was revealed a few days later. That day, I
found a medical record in my cousin's bag. I don't remember the exact details, but the gist was: Zuo Wei, female, 23 years old, patient with increased vaginal discharge for over a week, severe vulvar
itching, redness, swelling, burning pain, lower abdominal pain, urinary urgency, frequency, and difficulty urinating. The examination revealed: redness and swelling of the labia majora and minora with surrounding scratches;
a large amount of yellowish-white discharge from the vaginal opening with a foul odor; congestion of the vaginal walls and cervix;
mild congestion; pain and purulent discharge upon pressure on the urethral opening; and a history of unprotected sexual intercourse. The diagnosis was: gonococcal vaginitis and cervicitis. My goodness! My cousin had gonorrhea
, a sexually transmitted disease! In the early 1990s, having an STD was a disgrace for a woman! I felt terrified and sorry for my cousin. However,
it was clear she had undergone active treatment, as I could tell from observing her underwear.
A month later, my cousin had gradually recovered. I never saw that man surnamed Yu again; I guess my cousin believed he had given her the STD and stopped contacting
him! Not long after, I found a letter in my cousin's room. It was from someone surnamed Yu. In the letter, he cursed my cousin, calling her a filthy whore. He listed
the names of several men, some of whom I knew or recognized, mainly her colleagues, bosses, or classmates, while others were people I had never heard of. I counted, and there were 12 people in total.
He seemed to know my cousin very well; he wrote down in detail the time and place of her sexual encounters with some of these men. He even threatened my cousin, saying, "Do
n't think I don't know about you soliciting customers at the entertainment venue at night, charging fifty yuan a time. If you don't obediently sleep with me, I'll expose these shameful things to the director." Wow!
My cousin was still working as a prostitute! I almost fainted! However, things didn't seem to have gotten that serious. I don't know if my cousin secretly resumed her relationship with him
or used some other method to smooth things over! After that, my cousin seemed to have fewer boyfriends, but she still often went out with a few men at night, though
she usually didn't come back too late. Before I knew it, it was early 1991. Suddenly, I heard that my cousin was going to marry a man I'd never heard of before—my cousin's
husband, who worked at the same company. Apparently, my cousin hadn't known him for very long; because she was beautiful, he quickly took a liking to her. However, my cousin initially didn't
want to marry him, mainly because she thought he was too short. But that man's penis was incredibly vigorous; he slept with her on their first date and quickly got
her pregnant. On March 18, 1991, they hastily held their wedding. The story of my cousin being pregnant before marriage was later
confirmed; on September 17 of that year, she gave birth to a boy. It was a cesarean section, a week before her due date, and it was said that her fallopian tubes were also ligated at the same time. My cousin was just 24 years old
at the time . Before giving birth, my cousin's belly was as big as a small mountain; after giving birth, although her figure wasn't as good as before, she became even more voluptuous,
displaying the charm of a mature young woman. My cousin moved away after getting married, and my spying on her ended. However, I still cared about her life and always
tried to find out about her. During this time, only two things excited me a little. Once, I heard that because the enlarged uterus compresses the bladder and rectum, pregnant women
urinate and defecate much more frequently than normal. That time, my cousin, heavily pregnant and wearing maternity clothes, took the bus with her husband and couldn't help but
urinate and defecate on the bus, getting it all over herself and the seats, attracting the attention of other passengers. It was quite an unsightly mess. Another time
, I saw her breastfeeding her baby during her postpartum period. My cousin's breasts were very large during breastfeeding, and her nipples had become very long, like fingers, about two centimeters long. Her areolas were also almost twice their original size and
much darker, almost black. After breastfeeding, my cousin wiped her nipples clean with paper. A year later, my cousin's affair finally spread in the hospital.
Everyone talked about her all day long and gave her a nickname: "The Urinal"—the place where men urinate. I also heard
that a photo of a woman with gonorrhea posted on
the STD prevention bulletin board in the hospital's dermatology department was my cousin's. At first, I thought it was impossible, but then I thought, maybe it is. Perhaps my cousin's STD medical record was from this hospital. I really don't know what my cousin was thinking back then. Maybe she felt that outside STD clinics were unreliable, and that having an acquaintance at her own hospital would make it easier to keep it a secret.
But bad news travels fast! Thinking about it, I went to the bulletin board myself to take a look. The photo of the woman with gonorrhea was a close
-up of her genitals. Her labia majora and minora were severely swollen and red, and the vaginal opening was wide open by two gloved fingers. The vaginal mucosa was congested and red, and there
was a large amount of yellowish-white discharge. Just looking at the photo, you couldn't tell which woman it was. But the text below the photo, except for the patient's name being replaced with 'xx,'
was almost identical to my cousin's medical record. The description in the medical record matched the photo perfectly. It must really be my cousin's! My cousin's STD photo
had been semi-publicly revealed! Under pressure, my cousin took a leave of absence without pay at the hospital. After resigning, she became a pharmaceutical representative at a pharmaceutical company, but soon
rumors of an affair between her and her manager surfaced. Apparently, one night, the manager called her to the company and attempted to sexually assault her. He was seen
groping her and kissing her passionately, even unbuttoning her top. However, a colleague who had forgotten something in her drawer at work
witnessed this . By this time, my cousin was married and had a child, so she couldn't continue her philandering and had to resign and return home. She then opened a small garment
factory, but it didn't last long before ceasing production. Later, in 1995, her husband went to Singapore, leaving her alone with her son cared for by her in-laws. Unable to bear
the loneliness , she resumed contact with some of her ex-boyfriends and sometimes went to entertainment venues at night.
During my visits to her home, I always found her alone with different men. Once, I went to my cousin's house. I knocked on her door for a
long time and called her name several times, but there was no response. I thought she wasn't home and was about to leave when my cousin opened the door. It was early summer, and my cousin standing at the door had...
Somewhat disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and panting heavily, like a girl who had just run 800 meters, she wore a semi-transparent nightgown without a bra, her erect
nipples standing out prominently. Her full breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and the surgical scar from her C-section was faintly visible on her
lower abdomen. Her pink polka-dot panties were clearly visible, incredibly sexy! My cousin said, "You didn't even tell me you were coming!"
When I entered the house, I saw that my cousin's bedroom door was ajar, but I quickly noticed the mess on the bed. A shirtless man wearing only underwear was hiding
on the bedroom balcony, and a videotape next to the television was titled "Eighteen Moves of a Slut." I completely understood; my cousin was having sex with that man, and I had ruined
their fun! My cousin and I were both very embarrassed, and I hurriedly left without doing what I was supposed to do. The most shocking thing happened on May 3, 1997. I
remember clearly; it was the May Day holiday. Suddenly, I heard that my cousin had been caught in a police raid the day before,
caught red-handed in bed with a man in his fifties. She was locked up in a women's re-education camp. A few days later, she was released after paying a fine of 3,000 yuan. My family severely criticized my cousin.
She cried for a long time, begging us not to tell her husband and in-laws, promising never to do it again! We didn't want to air our dirty laundry in public, so of course we
didn't let more people know. In October of that year, my 30-year-old cousin finally reunited with her husband in Singapore with her son. She has
settled there ever since. I wonder if she was using the guise of family reunion to engage in prostitution. In the autumn of 2000, my cousin returned to Wuhan once, supposedly because of
irregular . An examination suspected an ovarian cyst, and because treatment in Singapore was expensive, she returned to China for treatment. However, after a thorough examination, her condition was fine, and she recovered quickly.
Singapore doesn't practice family planning, so my cousin took the opportunity to have her fallopian tubes recanalized. In 2001, she became pregnant again, and at the end of the year, at 34, she gave birth to
a daughter. Her son and daughter are exactly 10 years apart in age. This summer, I heard she was pregnant again, but this time she didn't keep the baby and had an abortion.
After my cousin went to Singapore, we rarely kept in touch, only occasionally exchanging phone calls, during which I always had a strange feeling. Now she's 36 and
a mother of two, but from the photos, you can see she hasn't lost her charm. Every time I hold the new photos my cousin sends me, her naked body and
the image of her having sex from back then flash through my mind. I'm not a child anymore, but recalling my cousin's romantic escapades still gives me a strange excitement.
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