female puberty

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Girls typically experience puberty earlier than boys, usually developing sexual feelings only after actual contact with the opposite sex.

Yuriko Konishi first smelled a man's scent in the summer of her third year of junior high school, when she was 18.

Her father was a civil servant; although his income was meager, their life was fulfilling. Yuriko was the eldest child, with two younger brothers; the family of five consisted of a kind and gentle mother—a remarkably peaceful household.

Her father, Kyosuke, was taciturn and had a very close friend named Genzo Yamada. They had a brotherly bond, and the whole family deeply respected Uncle Yamada.

Konishi's wife was very beautiful and gentle. It was a happy family with a harmonious couple and lively, adorable children, something Yamada, whose own family was less than perfect, greatly envied.

Konishi's wife, of course, loved her husband very much, but secretly harbored feelings for the more masculine Yamada.

Mainly because her husband was taciturn and couldn't discern a woman's thoughts, and her own thoughts and desires were even more difficult for others to fathom, the couple kept their feelings hidden from each other.

Furthermore, although her husband was handsome and refined, compared to Yamada's strong, decisive, cheerful, and understanding personality, his wife felt a sense of regret. Thus, since Yamada began frequently visiting their home, her feelings of admiration grew stronger each day.

Unfortunately, while Yamada's wife was undeniably beautiful and physically attractive, she was a complete shrew in other aspects of life. If her husband were obedient, they could coexist peacefully, but this couple, with their contrasting personalities, argued fiercely every day.

Fortunately, whenever they quarreled, Yamada would escape to Konishi's house. His wife would occasionally come to find him and return home. On the nights following their arguments, his wife would demand that Yamada provide sexual services to the fullest extent, leaving him exhausted.

Konishi's house became Yamada's haven; he deeply cherished the warm friendship and the elegant and gentle Konishi wife. However, in the dead of night, the thought, "Marrying a shrewish wife means a life of poverty and hardship," would make him sigh deeply.

Although Yamada liked Konishi's wife, he couldn't do anything about it, and of course, the same went for women.

One cold winter night, another fierce argument broke out at Yamada's house, but strangely, no neighbors or busybodies came out to watch.

The reason for the argument was that Yamada had returned home late from a business trip, and his wife was angry, not even offering him a cup of hot tea or porridge. To be honest, he was already burning with desire before even entering the house and longed to hug his wife.

Coincidentally, his car was crowded, and a woman was standing opposite him. Their buttocks were pressed together, and with each sway of the car, they were pressed even closer. This happened entirely consciously, and Yamada felt extremely embarrassed.

In the dim light inside the carriage, Yamada took a closer look and saw that the woman was about thirty years old, very tasteful, and beautifully voluptuous. He apologized to her, saying,

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

She blushed and gave him a charming smile, which stirred Yamada's heart. Her buttocks pressed against his body, but she didn't pull away; instead, she gently wrapped her inner legs around his waist.

At that moment, Yamada suddenly felt a surge of lust; his penis became erect, extremely large and hard, almost bursting through his pants. The swaying of the carriage further intensified his arousal.

As they prepared to depart for the next stop, the lights inside the carriage suddenly went out. The carriage stopped on both sides, surrounded by vast fields, plunging the carriage into darkness.

The world is truly rife with lust and promiscuity, and the physical relationships between men and women are even more casual. In that environment, even when clothed, the physical intimacy between a man and a woman facing each other is instinctive... Next to Yamada were a middle-aged woman in her forties and a robust man in his thirties, also embracing face-to-face. The woman's hand was inside the man's pants, caressing each other's genitals.

The car rocked violently again, his hand almost grasping the woman's full breasts, almost to the point of kissing. Yamada's fiery cheeks pressed against the woman's snow-white shoulders, his hands hooked around her wrists.

The woman casually tilted her head, looking at the woman in her forties beside her, and then deliberately spread her legs wider, making it easier for Yamada's waist to press against the other's pubic bone.

Yamada had forgotten what shame was; at this moment, Yamada's penis was already red and erect, the tip of his glans already dripping with precum.

If the two were naked together and had this kind of contact, their genitals would be completely joined together in terms of position. Completely forgetting the place and the crowd, he frantically unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his already erect penis, and lifted the woman's skirt.

Even so, the woman continued talking to the person next door. Yamada grew bolder, pressing the head of his penis against her wet, soft vulva, thrusting forcefully a few times until the head was fully inside her concave vagina. Suddenly, he felt an intense stimulation. After

a few thrusts, the woman responded by swaying. Yamada felt the woman's thin panties were an obstacle, so he recklessly pulled them down, searching for her vulva.

Her vulva had been flowing with vaginal fluid from the beginning, and now it was wide open, waiting for his penis. He inserted two fingers, rubbing and thrusting them in and out, and the woman swayed in response.

From her perspective, Yamada realized that the woman was deliberately pretending to be nonchalant, mainly to avoid attracting attention. This was evident from her cheerful conversation with the person next door, while her vulva was overflowing with vaginal fluid.

Yamada could no longer resist the itch in his heart, and he withdrew his hand from the woman's genitals.

"Ah!" the woman cried softly.

She stopped talking and looked at Yamada. He knew the woman didn't want him to stop rubbing and caressing her, so he immediately smeared the lustful fluid he had caught in his palm on his glans, pulled up his underwear, and began to thrust again.

His glans rubbed against the woman's full, thick pubic hair, and with each thrust and friction, his penis became erect.

The woman stopped talking and seemed to start paying attention. Yamada pursued the entrance to her secret palace and thrust deeply. Then the woman seemed to take the initiative and began to twist and thrust.

With each thrust and withdrawal as the train swayed, they both gradually reached orgasm.

He could hear the woman's murmured moans:

"Ah...so beautiful..."

"I can't take it anymore...deeper..."

"Mmm...ah..."

"Ah...I'm going to come..."

These moans, due to the crowded and noisy train, would not be heard by anyone other than the two people in the train.

Finally finishing his first sexual encounter, he took out a handkerchief to wipe himself. Just then, someone reached out and forcefully grabbed his penis. Looking closely, he saw another woman standing beside him.

In the darkness, he couldn't tell her age, but she seemed to be a middle-aged woman with boundless energy and sexual desire.

In fact, this woman had been pressing her genitals against Yamada's side, but he hadn't noticed due to his frantic writhing.

Yamada figured she had probably seen them having sex. His face burned with desire. Stealing a glance at the woman's face, he saw a wry smile, but he didn't know what it meant. He guessed she might also want to challenge the woman opposite her.

Yamada thought that refusing might cause trouble, so he adopted a "whatever" attitude.

The woman happily rubbed her nose near his ear and grasped his glans with her other hand. Due to her skillful twisting, his penis gradually swelled again.

Although he had just ejaculated, he wanted to challenge himself, so he used his right hand to lift the woman's clothes and used his fingers to explore the deep mound of her secret palace.

He grasped her pubic hair, caressing it two or three times before gradually exploring downwards from the mound.

Already poised and waiting, her vulva opened wide, the expanding openings hot and swollen; he could feel the gush of vaginal fluid flowing from his fingertips.

Next, not to be outdone, he used the pads of his five fingers to stroke her labia, occasionally being sucked in by her vulva. Two fingers were already deeply inserted inside. The woman's breathing quickened; she writhed as she manipulated his penis.

"I can't take it anymore, hurry up and insert it, towards here, don't...hahahaha..." Finally, with the woman's help, Yamada began to rotate towards her.

The woman seemed unable to endure it any longer, quickly grasping his penis, coordinating with her vulva, then adjusting her hips and rotating.

His penis was fully enveloped, and she exhaled forcefully with a sense of relief.

The woman's subsequent bold actions truly astonished me. She almost ignored the other passengers around her, her breath coming in gasps like she was desperately sexually frustrated, her entire weight concentrated on his penis. Then, with the force of urination, she began to sway.

"Ah...it's been five years since I've done it, ah...it's so beautiful..."

"Ah...it's amazing...I'm going to come..."

"I haven't done it since my husband died...ah...it's so beautiful..." An older woman can't compare to a man in his prime, but Yamada thought, "I can't lose to this woman," so he became even bolder, vigorously rocking himself up and down and side to side.

Unexpectedly, this woman was quite skilled in sexual techniques. Her swaying motion, sometimes contracting and sometimes relaxing, had already made Yamada's glans feel unbearably numb.

At this moment, Yamada was so excited by extreme pleasure that he could hardly contain himself, and he could no longer calm down.

But he dared not utter a moan like "Ah...so beautiful..." Overwhelmed by pleasure, he could only clench his teeth and let out a soft "Mmm..." Just then, a voice came from the front:

"Auntie, why are you panting so much? What's wrong? Are you doing something good?" It was a man's lewd insult.

"Don't talk nonsense! I'm just twisting my waist because my butt itches. It feels better. Just a little longer, just a little longer..." The one who insulted him was the old fox, but the one who answered was equally defiant.

The strong-willed old woman continued twisting her waist with a swaying motion, her voice rising and falling rhythmically with her movements.

Yamada was startled; his testicles contracted, and his erect penis, which had finally stretched, shrank back. But under the woman's skillful guidance, he became even more excited than before.

As a result, the woman and those around them acted as if nothing was amiss, as if everyone was used to it and didn't care about other people's private affairs.

The woman groaned nonchalantly,

"Ah...you're so funny, posing so forcefully, it's so beautiful..." "Faster...higher...ah...it's wonderful..."

"Ah...um..."

This woman seemed to have her emotions, will, body, and desire all perfectly coordinated, a woman who could be fully expressed.

Yamada twisted and thrust wildly, and after a few thrusts, he suddenly heard "um..." as a gush of semen shot straight into her uterus. The woman said to Yamada,

"That was great...ah..."

She groaned softly, her whole body relaxing.

At that moment, there was no time to clean up. The woman who had just been with Yamada grabbed his shoulders and pulled him towards her, saying,

"You can't go to anyone else. Look at me... I'll restore your vitality, so please do it again..." The woman's hands wrapped around Yamada's waist again, and she began to spin him. Yamada almost cried out,

"Usually, I want it but get rejected, but tonight, for some reason, I'm incredibly lucky..." The woman had already seductively guided Yamada's hand to her, touching the semen left behind.

Yamada had no choice but to first touch it with his fingertips, then switch to rubbing it with two fingers. Instantly, the woman also began to twist and turn rapidly.

"Ah... two women against one man, this kind of man is really amazing..." Yamada knew that as long as he manipulated the women, his energy would miraculously return. With half an hour left before he got off the train, he quickly slid his penis into her vagina. At that moment, the lights suddenly came on, and he didn't have time to pull his penis back. Both women were clearly watching Yamada.

Yamada could only stand there dumbfounded. But the woman, eagerly awaiting her turn, ignored the old woman beside her and continued swaying in rhythm with the train's movement.

After a few thrusts, Yamada's legs and back were exhausted, and he couldn't even ejaculate. He

couldn't take it slow, because if he didn't hurry, they'd be at Tokyo Station soon, so he hastily thrust a few more times and hurriedly got off the train.

Dragging his weary body home, Yamada was met with indifference from his wife, which made him furious.

His wife yelled,

"Why are you only coming back now? Where have you been all this time?..." "How can you treat your husband like this? Get up! Don't look down on me..." "You dare say that? What kind of husband are you, coming home so late?" "What did you say?"

He was so angry he wanted to kill his wife. He stormed into the bedroom, changed into his pajamas, and after enduring several powerful punches from his wife, he angrily pinned her down, accidentally tearing her pajamas in the process.

At this moment, his wife's rounded thighs were spread wide, her vulva revealing a provocative and wanton posture.

Yamada couldn't help but find himself gnashing his teeth in hatred. His wife's body, which he craved every day, now appeared fresh and alluring, and his inner lust flared up.

His wife, taking the initiative, grabbed Yamada, hitting and tickling him, finally letting out a loud wail. Every argument always ended in this chaotic, uncontrollable uproar.

But today, Yamada's mood was different. He simply grabbed his wife's pubic hair and pulled it hard, causing her to cry out in pain:

"It hurts...it hurts...oh..."

"Quickly...apologize..."

"Hmph...I'm going to kill you...ah...it hurts..."

This time, Yamada used one hand to pull open her collar, caressing and sucking her full breasts, then used the other hand to pull her pubic hair four or five times.

"Ah...it hurts..."

Ignoring his wife's cries of pain, Yamada then used three fingers to manipulate her labia majora.

"Ah...it hurts...waaaah..."

"How about it, aren't you going to apologize?"

"I apologize...please forgive me..."

His wife always begged for mercy before retaliating in a fierce way, so Yamada dared not let his guard down.

Today, he adopted a new tactic: first, he would make her feel pain, then, in his anger, he would forcefully thrust his already enormous penis into the center of her cleft.

"Waaah...it hurts...so hard...it's so intense..." As she spoke, she felt the pain subside, and the tight grip brought a sense of security. Suddenly, his wife became docile.

Yamada felt much more at ease, as if he had already tamed an untamed horse. He smiled and sucked on his wife's breasts, stroking her nipples with the tip of his tongue, gently twisting and thrusting.

Gradually, his wife also responded by twisting and turning, and moans began to rise, his thrusts sometimes shallow and sometimes deep.

His wife gritted her teeth and cried out in pleasure:

"Husband...save me...I'm about to lose it..."

"You won't be fierce tonight, will you... um... again... again..." "Your semen spraying inside me, that blissful sight makes me so happy... oh... don't pull out... it's so beautiful..." "That's an electric current... the stronger the yin... the stronger the yang..."

"That's... what... arguing?"

"Um... maybe!"

"Let's make love again tomorrow night after arguing... one more time..."

"Wow! Please forgive me, I'm exhausted..."

"What did you say... once or twice..." " Please

, let's do it again tomorrow..."

"What are you saying... you're doing this on purpose..." After saying that

, she grabbed his penis...

"Ah... it hurts, the better the relationship, the worse the relationship gets, no matter what, I can't take it anymore..." One Sunday, Konishi, her daughter Yuriko, her son Taro (only six years old), and Yamada took a 30-minute train ride to the river to go fishing.

Yamada had known Konishi Yuriko since she was a child, but when he sat with her on the train today, he realized that she had grown into a mature and voluptuous woman, which puzzled Yamada.

And thinking back to their game on the train last winter, a sudden lustful thought arose within him, but Yamada, who had been called "Little Daddy" since childhood, couldn't bring himself to do it.

The four of them went fishing on a famous river, but since Yamada didn't like fishing and wasn't very good at it, he looked bored and sat to the side. Yuriko also seemed bored, saying she wanted to eat mulberries, so she asked Yamada to go picking them with her.

They searched together and found a small grove about two kilometers from the riverbank, about 500 meters high. Yuriko said,

"Little Daddy, there seem to be mulberries here. I'll go in and pick some first, but it's a little scary. Will you come with me?" In Yamada's eyes, the girl he had watched grow up since childhood had long since matured from her full and delicate breasts and wrists into a graceful young woman, and he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart.

What was scary wasn't wild animals or snakes, but the person close to him, but Yuriko didn't realize it. They ventured deeper into the grove.

In the grove, they unexpectedly found that there weren't many leaves, so any mulberries were easily visible.

The girl quickly picked the mulberries as soon as she saw them and immediately put them in her mouth. Her fair lips were stained a bright red by the mulberry juice, more alluring than any lipstick. Her

round, snow-white face gained a touch of charm.

Yamada placed the mulberries he had picked into the girl's handbag.

Facing away from her back, he took the mulberries from her hand and placed them in her handbag, occasionally brushing against her full breasts.

At the same time, the sweet scent of the young girl aroused his desire. He couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at the girl's trousers stained red with mulberry juice. Just as he was about to take the mulberries from her hand and put them in her handbag, suddenly the girl's soft breasts pressed against his.

Yamada said, "Oh, the bag is full..."

But Yuriko didn't answer.

Yamada hugged her tightly and used his fingertips to explore her nipples, gently caressing the lovely buds.

The girl didn't resist at all, only making soft "hmm" sounds, arching her back and shrinking her head, her face flushed.

Yamada caressed the girl's breast with one hand and held her lovely cheek with the other, kissing her passionately.

After kissing for a long time, Yamada placed one hand on the girl's buttocks, pressing her tightly against his body, and then kissed her passionately again. It was

the first time in Yuriko's life that she had kissed a man. The taste of his lips, his body odor, and the caresses on her breasts sent a strange electric current through her. She closed her eyes, her face flushed, and accepted Yamada's embrace without any resistance.

"Yuriko... are you angry?"

Yuriko gently shook her head.

Perhaps Yamada still had some conscience, and he felt a little reluctant to destroy the virginity of this innocent girl.

His hand, which was around the girl's waist, gradually moved down, finally stopping at the panties under her skirt.

Yuriko's body was now contorted, as if she wanted to escape, her head shaking from side to side:

"No... no..."

she cried, but like someone drunk, her mind was blank, and she was powerless to break free.

Yamada was a man of fleeting desires, yet he seemed somewhat reluctant to defile his best friend's daughter, but he also lost his reason due to his own involuntary actions.

Yamada was aroused by the girl's fragrant scent and her firm, elastic thighs, while Yuriko, seemingly mesmerized, lay limp in his arms.

Ignoring all morality, Yamada reached into the girl's panties, touching her swollen mounds, like steamed buns.

Yuriko lay in Yamada's arms, the pleasure of his caresses sending shivers down her spine. A few rubs with Yamada's fingertips, and because her vulva was tightly closed due to inexperience, the girl began to breathe heavily. Her labia,

parted in two, were already oozing a trickle of lustful fluid.

Her soft, soon-to-be-ripe labia were quite erect, which Yamada could feel with his fingertips.

Her jade-like vulva, glistening with dewdrops, resembled an anthill; he only wished to explore it with his fingertips, not to rape her.

Because Yamada deeply loved this girl he had known since childhood, and fueled by lust, he had forcibly suppressed his love.

Now, he could no longer suppress his desire. He pulled down the girl's panties, pulled out his rock-hard penis, and inserted it between her thighs.

"No…no…"

Her body didn't resist, but she shook her head, softly refusing.

But Yamada wouldn't accept it.

He knew that women always resisted slightly during their first sexual encounter, so he knew he had to find a way to stop it.

"Yuriko, be good, don't scream. What will happen if someone sees us here?" After Yamada finished speaking, the girl stopped resisting, becoming wildly excited.

Yamada held the girl's waist around his own, pulled down the straps of her panties, and began to rub her.

Yamada didn't intend to break the girl's hymen, mainly for the sake of the young girl's future, and also because he could be fully satisfied even without penetration.

The cute girl clung to him tightly, and even just touching his genitals was enough to make her feel full and satisfied.

With each twisting motion, the glans of his penis slid into her soft, tender crevice, and Yamada rubbed her clitoris and crevice with the back of his penis.

Yuriko gasped for breath, then let out a soft, sobbing moan.

The moans, accompanied by a gush of hot, wet fluid, intensified the pleasure.

"Yuriko, you'll be done soon… just a little longer…"

"Ah… so good… I'm going to come… you understand…" "You'll come out a little… ah… so beautiful…"

Yuriko silently followed Yamada's instructions, her body fully aroused, seemingly understanding the pleasures of sex. She released copious amounts of fluid, desperately clinging to Yamada's neck.

The man took out a handkerchief from his pocket and repeatedly wiped the woman's inner thighs, then wiped himself a few times as well. He kissed her again. The girl's eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks flushed. The mulberries they had painstakingly picked were crushed, staining both their clothes a deep red.

After their first time together, they picked mulberries today and left the forest to rest on a small pile of grass in the field.

The girl remained silent, seemingly still reveling in the earlier sexual stimulation.

After a short rest, Yamada felt somewhat awkward about their standing intercourse, and his desire reignited. He couldn't help but say to Yuriko,

"Yuriko, come and rest here."

Yuriko was called, but didn't answer. She didn't know what Yamada was planning, continuing to dream about what had just happened. The man, too, didn't know what the woman was thinking.

After calling several times, Yuriko still didn't come, so Yamada returned to her side. But unbeknownst to him, a farmer had already gone back to weeding the wheat.

I thought we couldn't go back to the jungle anymore, so he decided to look for an opportunity on the way home. Besides, it was getting late, and he had to get back as soon as possible.

And so, they walked intimately back to Konishi's fishing spot. The sky was already slightly dark. When they arrived at the station, night was falling. Because the train was very crowded, Konishi and her son squeezed onto the train, but Yuriko and Yamada were left outside.

Thirty minutes before the next train, they sat on the cold platform, the girl snuggling into Yamada's arms for warmth. Because of their past intimacy, their bodies reacted like electricity when they were close, their sensuality intensifying.

Yamada held the woman's waist tightly, his hand in hers. Suddenly, the wait seemed to fly by; the girl's hands were sweating profusely. Soon, the train pulled into the station.

"Hold on tight, don't let go!"

The train car was packed with passengers. At the empty

entrance, they boarded hand in hand.

Yamada chose a window seat, his back to the passengers, gripping the railing, and pulled Yuriko close, letting her sit on his stomach.

Then, Yamada closed the window, confidently pressing his penis against the girl's buttocks with the swaying of the train.

The tram rumbled and swayed, a cacophony of sounds and pressure. Under the dim streetlights, Yamada seized the opportunity, letting his arms fall and tightly embracing the girl's waist. His penis nestled between her thighs, the movement amplified by the tram's swaying. Having already experienced the pleasure, the girl was no longer so shy; she gracefully wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Sit up a little more, hold me tighter, spread your legs wider, thrust your hips forward…yes…yes…" he whispered in her ear. The girl responded with actions, lifting her skirt and easily pulling down her panties. He explored her innocent secret place with his fingertips. Once he confirmed she was aroused, he thrust his large penis into her.

A few swaying movements released a stream of hot, tingling fluid—how incredibly pleasurable!

The girl seemed to relish this sensation; her breathing quickened, and she excitedly swayed in response.

Although it was a public place, at this point, perhaps due to madness, the man disregarded everything and aimed solely at that intoxicating flesh.

The girl had long forgotten about issues like chastity, only repeatedly enjoying the pleasure, gradually reaching orgasm.

The tip of the penis constantly explored the crevice of her vulva, seemingly already penetrating it, but because the virgin's flesh was too small, and there was a stubborn membrane protecting it.

Due to the standing position, the oblique insertion was the least favorable posture for complete physical union.

The woman changed position, receiving the penis head-on. Although the crowd was surging, Yamada deliberately pretended to say,

"Yuriko, you must be feeling very carsick. If you're not feeling well, don't hesitate to lean on my shoulder!" He kept saying sweet words, and even Yamada himself felt quite moved by his own words.

Yuriko clamped his body between her legs, tightly hugging his neck. At this moment, his penis, in sync with the center of her vulva, caused the girl's buttocks to contract into a circle. With a sound like a tape being cut, his large penis slid into her vulva.

"Ah...it hurts..."

"Ah...it's so beautiful...please bear with it for a little while..."

Just one more step and they would reach the destination of pleasure; the pain would subside if they could just endure it.

As the two of them writhed and twisted in perfect harmony, Yuriko's vulva tightly enveloped Yamada's thick penis.

At this moment, both of them felt an intense pleasure of union, and the slight bleeding mixed with a large amount of vaginal fluid made the friction even more stimulating.

"Does it hurt?"

"Mmm..."

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Mmm..."

The train shook violently, and the centrifugal force during the turn made their intercourse even more prone to swaying; the final stop was fast approaching.

Yamada couldn't bear the pressure and swayed continuously.

"Ah...it's so beautiful...I'm going to lose it again..."

"I'll lose it too...it's so beautiful..."

"It's so beautiful...ah..."

The train entered the final station, seemingly at the fork in the tracks, making the movements even more intense.

Yamada, in sync with the swaying motion, released the last of his semen, not even holding back a portion for his wife… When he came out of the station, Konishi was already waiting for him on the platform.

“Thank you so much for taking care of me, Yuriko, in the chaotic crowd. I was relieved to see you like this.” Hearing his good friend’s words, Yamada felt very ashamed.

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