Aunt Tang, who is in her 50s

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The stockings, pulled high to her waist, clung tightly to Aunt Tang's vulva, creating a hazy, alluring effect through the fabric. Her slightly parted labia were pressed down by the stockings, forming a beautiful butterfly shape, with a wet patch gradually enlarging in the middle.

I positioned Aunt Tang's legs in an M-shape, knelt between her thighs, and gently rubbed my face against her inner thighs, my eyes still fixed on her labia beneath the stockings.

My fingers, completely out of control, reached out again, gently stroking the pink flesh exposed beneath her parted labia through the stockings.

Aunt Tang couldn't help but moan softly at my touch, her buttocks involuntarily contracting as if trying to avoid my fingers. Her thigh muscles tensed and trembled slightly, as if trying to keep her legs from closing.

At this moment, no matter what Aunt Tang did, it couldn't stop me from touching this beautiful, delicate butterfly before me.

The friction of my fingers only brought the feel of the stockings and a trace of slippery liquid. I couldn't resist, perhaps driven by instinct, and finally brought my face closer and closer.

Like savoring a delicacy, I first smelled it. Aunt Tang's genitals didn't have any particular smell, only a lingering scent of orange soap. As the warmth of her genitals evaporated, a warm, sweet aroma wafted into my nostrils—fragrant and sweet.

Orange soda is probably an irresistible temptation for every child, and I was no exception.

Unable to resist the dual allure of sight and smell, I finally stuck out my tongue and gently licked it.

There was no strange taste as I had imagined. My tongue felt the warm, soft flesh of her labia. My tongue felt slightly slippery and slightly salty—the taste of the fluid secreted from Aunt Tang's little hole.

Since I didn't feel any stimulation, but instead, because of my tongue, Aunt Tang tensed up completely, her thighs, which were draped with her hands, noticeably tightening. Mischievously, I put my mouth back on hers.

This time, my tongue became more agile, gliding between her labia, pressing my entire tongue against her vulva and shaking my head, or piercing the small hole with the tip of my tongue.

As I playfully licked Aunt Tang's vulva, her soft moans gradually turned into whimpering sounds like crying, and the sounds grew louder and louder.

I felt my tongue getting increasingly slippery. At first, I thought it was because there was too much saliva, but then I realized that the liquid my tongue was licking through the small hole was warm. This was clearly not saliva, but rather fluid flowing from Aunt Tang's body.

This slippery substance flowed more and more, making me feel a little nauseous. Because I remembered snot, I used my right middle finger to plug the small hole through her stockings and continued to use my tongue to stimulate the hard clitoris at the top.

Just then, I felt my fingertip contract, being tightly gripped by Aunt Tang's hole. Then I saw Aunt Tang's body stiffen, her buttocks slightly raised, and her whole body convulsing, just like the uncle in the neighboring compound who was having an epileptic seizure.

Startled, I quickly pulled my finger out of the small hole with a jerk. In an instant, I heard Aunt Tang scream, her body arching and curling into a ball before relaxing after a while.

I was stunned, thinking Aunt Tang was having a seizure. But what bothered me most was that seeing her body trembling and hearing the intermittent "ah, ah" sounds coming from deep in her throat, I actually found it beautiful and arousing. My penis was rock hard and engorged with blood.

After a while, seeing Aunt Tang relax, I pounced on her, cupped her face, and looked at her. Unlike that uncle, Aunt Tang wasn't having an epileptic seizure and foaming at the mouth. Instead, her face was flushed like a tempting apple, and her eyes were still filled with tears.

I hurriedly asked her if she was alright, explaining that she had just had an epileptic seizure. Aunt Tang chuckled and said she wasn't sick. I asked why she was shaking if she wasn't sick, and Aunt Tang's eyes flickered, avoiding eye contact. She turned her head away, mustered her strength, and said something, but I didn't hear clearly. I asked again, and this time, I put my ear close to hers, and she said she had just felt incredibly good.

At that time, I didn't understand what a female orgasm was. Even later, when I grew up, I was still puzzled. My clumsy tongue movements, barely qualifying as oral sex, had somehow brought Aunt Tang to an orgasm.

Later, I guessed it was probably related to the times. In that era, very few men and women were willing to perform oral sex. Aunt Tang and her generation were from the generation under the red flag, very conservative.

It's very likely that the thrill of a 35-year-old middle-aged woman having an affair with a 13-year-old innocent boy, combined with the sensation of oral sex she had never experienced before, brought Aunt Tang's long-dormant body to its most sensitive period. That's why a child like me, with no skills whatsoever, could bring her to a spasm with just a few strokes.

Of course, that's all hindsight. Back then, I didn't understand any of that. I was relieved to know Aunt Tang wasn't sick. Since Aunt Tang said she felt comfortable, I wanted to feel comfortable too, because my lower body was throbbing and uncomfortable.

So I straightened my back and stretched my little brother out in front of Aunt Tang. Actually, I was quite well-endowed.

At thirteen, my penis was already eleven centimeters erect, hard as a small iron rod. Aunt Tang seemed stunned for a moment when she saw my penis in front of her face, then stared at it without blinking, and asked me what was wrong.

I said I wanted to feel as comfortable as Aunt Tang, and asked her to lick me too. I've already licked it for you.

Aunt Tang sat up, looked up at me, then looked down at my penis pressed against her lips, and didn't react for a moment. I was quite anxious. I wanted to try every comfortable thing. Aunt Tang's little hole was always slippery, and it had just pinched my fingers, so I wasn't sure if my penis, which was twice as thick as my fingers, could fit inside.

At that moment, I thought to myself, Aunt Tang is definitely different from the Western women in those pornographic videos. Aunt Tang's little hole is so small, I probably couldn't even penetrate her.

With this thought, coupled with Aunt Tang's earlier orgasm, my desire for her to lick my penis intensified; I just wanted to do something more pleasurable.

Aunt Tang glanced at me, then frowned, and reached out to grab my penis. The moment her soft palm touched it, I almost ejaculated, but thankfully I managed to hold it in. Aunt Tang lifted

my penis and examined it, saying it wouldn't work. I didn't know why, but then she used her fingers to peel back the skin on my penis. I felt a tearing pain, and I couldn't help but clutch my genitals and cry out in pain.

Aunt Tang pushed my hand away, saying that without peeling it back, I couldn't do anything pleasurable, and I wouldn't become a good man.

These were exactly the two things she wanted, so I could only grit my teeth and watch Aunt Tang peel back the skin on my penis.

Actually, it only hurt a little when I pulled down my foreskin, then it felt like the clouds were parting and the fog was clearing. My glans was emerging from the foreskin for the first time, touching the cool air outside.

The warmth of Aunt Tang's hand combined with the stimulation of my glans's first exposure made me finally relax, and I ejaculated all over Aunt Tang's hand.

Aunt Tang raised her hand and slapped my butt, asking why I had ejaculated so quickly.

Of course, I didn't understand this kind of joke with men. To be honest, I couldn't help it when my foreskin was pulled down.

Aunt Tang laughed at what I said, her pair of white breasts swaying with her movements. Then she said, "Let's take this opportunity to wash up." After saying that, she dragged me to the toilet, turned on the tap, and rinsed my penis. The cold water was quite stimulating, and Aunt Tang was completely naked, wearing only pantyhose, just like the woman on the packaging of the stockings I had stolen from her house the first time.

So I easily got an erection. This time, with Aunt Tang's help, she easily pulled back the foreskin, revealing my red glans. After washing it clean, Aunt Tang wiped my hard genitals, and we went back to the bedroom. Actually, I didn't want to go back because the curtains were drawn, and with the sun setting, the bedroom was getting too dark. Seeing Aunt Tang's naked body in the bright light was so beautiful it made my blood boil.

But Aunt Tang refused to draw the curtains, and wouldn't agree to go outside. She even seemed to be waking from a dream, shyly covering her breasts and genitals with her hands.

I had no choice but to go back to the bedroom with Aunt Tang. This time, I was very direct; I wanted to experience the same comfortable feeling Aunt Tang had. So I sprawled on the bed and shouted to Aunt Tang, "Auntie, it's your turn to lick me!

" I saw Aunt Tang's face turn red again. Was she shy? I didn't care. Children value fairness, so I thought that since I licked her, she should lick me too.

I saw Aunt Tang hesitate for a moment, then slowly lower her head. Her long hair obscured her face and my penis, so I couldn't see what it looked like. I only felt something soft gently rubbing against my glans, a tingling sensation rising from my lower back. It wasn't the tingling sensation of ejaculation, but it was very comfortable. This feeling seemed to connect to my brain, making my head tingle.

Then I felt a warm sensation envelop my penis and glans, and a suction force stimulating my urethra and corpus cavernosum. "

So good," I couldn't help but say. This comfortable feeling made my whole body tense up. Now I truly understood the feeling of Aunt Tang's tense body.

However, the warmth enveloping my penis brought a painful friction with each rise and fall. Gradually, as I got used to the tingling sensation, the comfortable feeling was half taken away by the painful friction. I gradually realized that this must be because of Aunt Tang's teeth.

I felt that if it continued, I would probably be bitten until I bled by Aunt Tang, so I quickly told her to stop. Aunt Tang looked up and probably didn't understand why I told her to stop before I even ejaculated.

I said, "Aunt Tang, it hurts too much when you bite me, it's uncomfortable."

Actually, I was a little discouraged at this point. Aunt Tang's teeth were scratching too painfully, I couldn't experience the comfort she felt, and the little hole was too small, I couldn't experience the comfort the male protagonist in the videotape felt. Now it seemed that, going around in circles, I might still have to go back to poking Aunt Tang's triangle area through her stockings. Thinking this, I started to feel dejected.

Aunt Tang leaned over and stared at me, asking what was wrong. I said, "Nothing feels comfortable." Aunt Tang whispered, "Then let me teach you how to feel comfortable, okay?"

I looked at Aunt Tang and nodded. Although I didn't know how else to feel comfortable, when Aunt Tang saw me nod, she actually started to sit up and take off her pantyhose. I hurriedly asked, "Why are you taking them off?" "I like you wearing them." Aunt Tang

glanced at me, then obediently put them back on. This time, however, she reached out and fiddled with her genitals. It was too dark in the room for me to see clearly. After Aunt Tang finished, she lay back down and beckoned me to come over to her.

I listened to her and moved between her legs again. This time, Aunt Tang spread her legs even wider, creating two beautiful grooves at the base of her thighs and her vulva, as alluring as a woman's beautiful collarbone.

When my gaze fell down, I noticed that Aunt Tang's stockings were torn at her vulva, exposing her entire vulva, her beautiful labia spreading like butterfly wings.

I wasn't going to lick anymore; I just wanted to do something pleasurable, even if it was just having Aunt Tang rub against me with her legs between them.

However, Aunt Tang didn't close her legs; instead, she reached out and gently parted her labia, revealing a small, round opening below.

I looked at the small opening, and Aunt Tang said to me, "Try putting your little chicken (back then, that's what we called a little chicken; there wasn't a proper term like 'penis') in there." I looked at the small

opening and compared it to the glans of my penis, saying to Aunt Tang, "The opening is too small."

I heard Aunt Tang say in a suppressed laugh, "Let me try putting it in."

I thought, "Aunt Tang's hole is so small, why do you insist on me inserting it? Don't be angry if it hurts." Thinking this, I pressed my hard glans against the small hole and pushed forward with a little force. To my surprise, the seemingly small hole was slippery, like it had elasticity, and swallowed my glans in an instant.

At that moment, I felt my glans enter a wet, hot, and slippery place, a little tight. My glans felt like it was surrounded by Aunt Tang's tongue, soft and comfortable, hot but with just the right temperature, a pleasantly hot feeling. Then, the small hole seemed to have a suction force, swallowing my glans, and then trying to swallow my penis. Various sensations followed, emanating from my glans and penis.

I couldn't help but thrust my hips forward, inserting my entire penis. Then I felt the entrance of the small hole contract, the inside tightly gripping my penis. Instinctively, I wanted to pull back, and then a wave of pleasure traveled through my penis to my brain. This feeling was much more comfortable than masturbation.

The warm, moist vagina, the folds of the vagina tightly pressed against my penis, the contraction of the vaginal opening as I withdrew—all these sensations ultimately merged into one feeling: bliss!

My masculine instincts were fully awakened; I knew that to achieve greater pleasure, I needed to thrust in and out repeatedly. So, like a madman, I thrust my hips back and forth rapidly. Under my onslaught, Aunt Tang began to emit moans that only fueled my desire to thrust harder.

Each of her breaths sent shivers down my spine, while my lower body grew even harder. After about three minutes of thrusting, I felt my hips relax, and with a powerful thrust, my penis swelled to the hilt, and my semen gushed out. Aunt Tang's body trembled, letting out a soft moan.

I felt my penis quiver a few times inside Aunt Tang's vagina, releasing the last drop of semen, but it didn't soften; instead, it remained erect, still filling Aunt Tang's vagina completely.

Aunt Tang's vagina involuntarily contracted and relaxed, a series of frictions emanating from within. What had felt so pleasurable just moments before now sent shivers down my spine. My glans, briefly extremely sensitive after ejaculation, felt like sandpaper against my skin, and the friction inside made me gasp slightly.

Then I saw Aunt Tang look at me, then ask in surprise why I was sweating so much.

I stammered for a while, wanting to continue, but the pain in my lower back forced me to tell the truth: my back was sore, and I was exhausted.

This was my first time having sex with a woman, my first time penetrating her vagina. I had no idea how to control my strength. Just now, I had been like a teddy bear, thrusting my hips wildly with incredible force. This high-frequency piston-like motion would make even a thirteen-year-old like me, or even a porn star, gasp in disbelief.

Aunt Tang hurriedly got up and pulled my penis out, pulled me down to lie down, and poured me a glass of water to drink. After lying down, the nausea from the excessive exercise subsided. I really didn't expect that this legendary sex would be more tiring than an afternoon of wild play.

While my physical strength was exhausted, my energy was still high, especially after my first taste. My mind was filled with the thought of continuing. After all, I had just been like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit, only experiencing the pleasure of swallowing, not paying much attention to the taste.

So, I stared resentfully at Aunt Tang, who was sitting beside me wiping my sweat, wishing I could devour her with my eyes.

Aunt Tang looked at my erect penis, her expression somewhat surprised, and chuckled, flicking my glans with her finger, repeatedly saying how good it was to be young. Seeing Aunt

Tang laugh at me, I became even more rebellious, raising my hand to get up and continue thrusting into her, but Aunt Tang pressed me down, no longer daring to laugh at me, and reached out to grab my penis and stroke it a few times.

But once you've tasted the sweetness, you're hooked. "Masturbation can no longer satisfy me," I said unhappily, blocking Aunt Tang's hand and shouting, "I want to insert it into your hole!"

Aunt Tang hurriedly covered my mouth. The two of them were fidgeting until after four o'clock. People who got off work early were already going home, and it would be terrible if someone heard them.

Aunt Tang called me "Little Ancestor" while blushing and straddling my waist, saying that she had never done this position before, her face as red as if it were about to bleed.

My eyes lit up. I had seen this position in pornographic videos, and I knew it too. First, the woman moves, and when she gets tired, the man moves from below.

Thinking about it made me even more excited, and the scene in front of me was too stimulating. Aunt Tang, with her pair of huge white breasts, wearing ripped flesh-colored pantyhose, was squatting on me, looking for the right position for my erect penis.

Aunt Tang slightly turned to the side, held my penis, and slowly sat down. I watched as my penis was completely swallowed by Aunt Tang's vagina.

Unfortunately, because the room was too dark, I couldn't see clearly. Just as I tried to look up, Aunt Tang's white breasts fell from above and hit my face.

Aunt Tang, supporting herself on my shoulders and arching her back, began to move up and down on my genitals. The pace wasn't fast, but almost every time she moved, she completely swallowed my penis. Each contact between Aunt Tang's genitals and my lower abdomen produced a crisp slapping sound. Soon, pleasure slowly spread from my genitals. Aunt Tang seemed to be feeling it too; her body grew softer, and her two large breasts swayed before my eyes. I reached out and grabbed them, gently kneading them. The fullness of her breasts gave me immense satisfaction. Then, like in the videotapes, I sucked on Aunt Tang's nipples.

Aunt Tang's melodious moans surrounded me, sometimes low and short, sometimes like weeping. The slapping sounds from her lower body and the moans above me were like a beautiful symphony, drawing me in completely.

Perhaps because my glans had adapted to her vagina, the initial tingling sensation in my brain had disappeared. Gradually, I actually began to enjoy Aunt Tang's rhythmic swallowing and releasing. The pleasure of my penis being rubbed each time brought me immense satisfaction. Combined with Aunt Tang's moans, I had the thought that it would never end.

A long time passed, so long that I lost track of how much time had gone by. Aunt Tang, who had initially been squatting on top of me, swallowing and releasing my penis, now knelt on top of me, wriggling her lower body back and forth. She held my head in her hands, moaning and muttering things I couldn't understand and didn't really care about. I was constantly battling with her breasts. When Aunt Tang was completely on top of me, her breasts naturally pressed against me. Although it was painful, I refused to give in. I tried to keep my head turned to the side, letting Aunt Tang squeeze her vagina tightly one moment and sway her

hips the next. At this moment, I felt like a submissive wife. Finally, Aunt Tang suddenly looked up and let out a long breath, then forcefully propped herself up, letting out a series of "ah ah ah ah" sounds from deep within her throat.

I felt Aunt Tang's lower body rapidly rising and falling in small, rapid movements, the speed increasing, the slapping sounds becoming a cacophony.

This sudden stimulation unleashed all the pent-up pleasure I had been holding back, and I felt my lower body was no longer under my control. A numbingly pleasurable sensation instantly released my lower abdomen, and my semen gushed out.

But... I finally learned what it meant to shoot myself in the foot that day. I had tried to outlast Aunt Tang, and not only did I lose, but she was still in a daze, her eyes glazed over, only focused on the final sprint to orgasm.

And I, having just ejaculated, had an incredibly sensitive glans.

With each rise and fall of Aunt Tang's hips, I felt a needle pricking me. Aunt Tang swallowed and released my penis a full ten times before finally convulsing, gripping my head tightly and convulsing a few times.

My penis, which was beginning to soften, also felt the powerful contractions of Aunt Tang's vagina. This feeling... was so good.

I couldn't help but regret, if I could have persisted a little longer, would I have been able to experience this feeling of being clamped hard? And what would it be like if I continued to thrust into Aunt Tang when she climaxed?

But after having sex for a long time this time, my hard penis finally softened. After Aunt Tang climaxed, she quickly woke up, wiped the sweat from her head, and immediately found clothes to wrap herself tightly, so as not to give me any reason to continue to have an erection.

I stayed in bed and refused to get up. Aunt Tang pointed at the time on the clock. It was half past five. It was already the time for my dad to come home from get off work. If he saw me not at home by then and checked my unfinished homework, I would probably get a beating.

I had no choice but to reluctantly say goodbye to Aunt Tang, and finally gave her a long tongue kiss. Although she rejected my proposal to come to her at noon tomorrow, I still decided to try my luck tomorrow. I am at an age where I have unlimited pursuit of sex, and nothing can stop me from pursuing pleasure.

……

...

Although her family moved away in early 1996, they didn't move far, and we continued our physical relationship on and off until I was 17 and started dating my first girlfriend.

After that, I went to boarding school, and when I went to find her after graduation, I discovered she had cheated on me, divorced, and remarried in the south.

I ran into her once more when I was 28. At 50, she was still quite attractive, but so many years had passed, and some things had to be kept to myself. The look in her eyes was no longer the same as when she looked at me back then, and I wouldn't force myself on a 50-year-old woman.

We talked calmly about life after our pasts, and that being well was happiness.

Even though I really missed her and longed for her in bed, she was already a grandchild. Sigh.

Anyway, there's a lot to write about, but I've gotten a little tired of writing these past few days.

That's all for now.

[The End]

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