I gave my first time to a crazy woman.

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After school, I took a detour home, which would add more than ten minutes to my walk, but no one would notice. I thought to myself, as I walked through the narrow alley, my eyes lit up – I was in the demolition area. Stepping on the rough, broken bricks and tiles, I felt no discomfort, my heart pounding. Would I see her again? The naked woman who kept me awake all night.

I slowed my pace carefully. A crooked wooden sign beside me read: "Construction in progress, do not approach!" The surrounding houses, scattered and broken, seemed ready to collapse at any moment, but I felt no fear. Instead, I turned my gaze to the bungalow with half its roof and windows removed, waiting for another miracle to happen.

I don't know when it started, but I developed a strong desire. Every morning when I woke up, my penis would be hard and swollen, as if something inside wanted to burst out. I started paying attention to the colorful, thin women's underwear hanging on the balconies along the street, and began searching for words like "vagina" and "breasts" in every available text to arouse my blood. I even found the definition of erection in the dictionary.

Just a few days ago, I happened to pass by this demolition area and heard a group of children crying loudly. I looked up and saw a scene that haunted my dreams. In that half-demolished house, through the frameless window, I saw a half-naked woman. She had long, messy, tangled hair and a silly smile on her face, calling out to the children. The children were frightened and ran away, some even picking up broken bricks from the ground to throw at her.

Summoning courage from who-knows-where, I quickly stopped the children. They were all elementary school students, while I was already a high school sophomore, much taller and bigger than them. One of the children shouted at me, "She's crazy! Why can't we hit a crazy person?" "No means no! Get away!" I yelled at the children, making a threatening gesture. I wouldn't allow them to ruin this beautiful scene. The crazy woman was still standing at the window, grinning foolishly, making incoherent noises. She wasn't wearing anything on her upper body, and her large breasts swayed slightly, bobbing from side to side with her silly laughter. Her pink nipples were large and round, like two plump grapes. Her stomach was covered in dirt, with only a small patch of fair skin showing around her navel. After

the children reluctantly left, I stayed there for a good seven or eight minutes, my hungry eyes fixed on those breasts, unable to look away, until the crazy woman bent over and left the window.

Back home, I couldn't shake the image of those breasts from my mind. I imagined their soft, smooth texture, longing to hold them tightly in my hands and knead them. For the past few days, even during class, I've been imagining what the area below their navel looks like.

I think I'm going crazy; if I don't do something, I'll definitely go insane.

After observing for a few days, I discovered that the demolition area seemed to have stopped construction for some reason. I never saw any construction workers on the site, only dilapidated walls and broken bricks scattered everywhere. The warning sign also kept many passersby away. Only I made a point of passing by every day after school, hoping to catch a glimpse of that beautiful sight from the window again.

Unfortunately, several days have passed, and I haven't seen that topless woman. Had she moved elsewhere and stopped living here? My heart was filled with disappointment, and I felt empty.

So today, I decided to go a little closer, or get closer to the window where she was. I carefully stepped over the remaining rubble, my heart pounding so loudly I could hear it, completely forgetting the danger I was in.

I finally reached the window, a pungent smell of firewood mixed with a faint musty odor wafting towards me. Through the window, I saw several dismantled wooden door and window frames in one corner of the room. In the center of the room was a pile of burnt firewood. In another corner, several tattered pieces of clothing were spread on the floor, and the madwoman lay on top of them, her eyes half-closed. She looked up at me, probably hearing my footsteps.

She was still naked from the waist up, her enormous breasts slid softly to one side of her body, appearing much smaller than when she was standing. She wore only a pair of floral shorts, her long, white legs crossed.

I had never seen a woman wear shorts before. Looking at those long, white legs, my heart pounded even faster, and a burning sensation swelled painfully in my groin. I quickly rummaged through my bag for the bread I'd only taken a bite of for breakfast, held it in my hand, and gently stepped through the window. I slowly approached the madwoman, knelt down, and offered her the bread.

The madwoman seemed frightened; she curled up against the wall behind her, but her movements were incredibly slow, making her appear weak and powerless. She must have been starving for days, I thought; perhaps she hadn't shown herself for days because she hadn't had anything to eat.

The aroma of the bread finally caught her attention, and she was no longer afraid. She swayed her breasts as she moved closer to me, her eyes fixed on the golden-brown, crispy bread in my hand. But I felt a pang of fear. The closer she got, the stronger the sour, foul odor emanating from her became. I suddenly feared she might hurt me; I'd heard that if a madwoman killed someone, she wouldn't face any legal consequences.

I quickly tossed the bread into her lap. The crisp crust touched her breasts, then dripped down her bloated belly onto her thigh. She grabbed it hastily and stuffed it into her mouth without a second thought, swallowing the long piece of bread completely in less than five seconds, seemingly without even chewing.

After finishing the bread, she was clearly less wary of me. She looked at me expectantly, smiling foolishly, "More," she mumbled, "Something to eat."

Luckily, I had two apples in my bag, which I had put there several days ago. I would have almost forgotten about them if I hadn't found them in the bread. I took out an apple and handed it to her. She took it, smelled it, then chuckled, took a bite, and chewed contentedly. Apple juice overflowed from her mouth, flowing down her chin and leaving a white streak on her grayish chest.

Only then did I see her face clearly. She wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either. An ordinary face, eyes neither large nor small, with a dreamy look, a delicate nose, and full, thick lips. There was a thin scar on her left cheek, but her breasts were enormous, seemingly unable to support their weight. Not only were the veins bulging and the blood vessels faintly visible, but they also drooped down to her lower abdomen. Her abdomen was flat and smooth, without any excess fat, and her legs were long and slender.

The fire in my groin made me lose my mind, forgetting everything. I reached out and placed my hand on one of her breasts. An electric shock immediately spread through my body; the warm, soft breast that my palm and fingertips touched seemed to pulsate slightly. The crazy woman glanced at me but didn't push my hand away; instead, she continued biting into her apple.

Her breasts were so big, I couldn't even hold them all in one hand. I gently kneaded them, my fingertips slowly sliding down, feeling a tenderness I'd never experienced before. My fingers touched her pink nipples, which had some slightly raised bumps, feeling a bit rougher than the rest of her breasts. I tried squeezing one, and the crazy woman trembled and let out a soft moan.

My hand slowly moved down, gently stroking her smooth abdomen. When I reached her navel, she pushed my hand away, giggling. But I couldn't care less. I handed her the remaining apple and casually placed it on her lap.

Now her hands were full, and my hand slipped under her wide shorts, from the large opening at the ankle, and slowly moved upwards along her soft thigh. My fingertips gradually moved upwards, and I seemed to touch something like hair. Fortunately, I had already grown pubic hair back in junior high, and I immediately knew that what I was touching was a woman's pubic hair. My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest. I knew that if I went in just a little further, I would touch a woman's vagina. Would it be just a thin slit like those of little girls? Was I about to achieve my goal?

Just then, the sound of children playing outside suddenly came through, like a bucket of cold water being poured over my head. I quickly pulled my hand back, terrified they wouldn't find me there. I hoped they wouldn't linger. But the children seemed to be having a great time, shouting and making noise outside. Time seemed to stand still. I stared blankly out the window, listening intently to the sounds outside. I don't know how much time passed before I finally heard the children's laughter and noise stop. Only then did I dare to stand up and look out the window. By then, the crazy woman had finished her apple and was grinning as she tried to stand up. I quickly said, "Sit still, I'll get you more food later." Without waiting for her to understand, I hurriedly climbed out the window and ran home as if fleeing.

When I got home, my heart was still pounding. Fortunately, my parents hadn't come home from work yet, and no one noticed anything unusual about me. By dinnertime, I acted as if nothing had happened; I had completely returned to normal, but my mind was filled with images of smooth breasts, erect nipples, a woman's pubic hair, and the vagina I hadn't yet touched.

Finally, almost as if possessed, I told my parents, "I'm going to a classmate's house to study tonight; I might be back late." My parents didn't suspect a thing, because I had never lied to them before. "I'll bring some food; it wouldn't be good to bother them if I study late," I said without batting an eye, standing up.

As I left, I couldn't help but admire my own liar skills; perhaps my desire for women had made me even more cunning.

Reaching the demolition site, it was completely dark. There wasn't a soul in sight, but I wasn't afraid at all; I was simply excited about the dream that was about to come true.

A faint light shone from the madwoman's room. When I went closer, I saw that she had started a fire again, and there were several pieces of wood of varying thicknesses beside it—she must have regained her strength and gathered them from the rubble. The fire crackled and popped as the wood burned.

She glanced up at me as I entered, then continued tending to the fire, ignoring me completely.

But I was still shaken by what had happened earlier that day. I put my backpack down, lifted a door panel from the room to block the window, ran outside to check again, and only returned to her side after confirming no one was there.

I opened my backpack, took out two bottles of water, a large bag of beef jerky, a bag of whole-wheat bread, and a towel. I waved to her, "Hey, food's here. Are you hungry?" She was definitely hungry, or rather, hadn't eaten her fill in a long time. Seeing the pile of food I'd brought out, she moved closer to me. I tore open all the bags and piled the food in front of her, watching her frantically grab the beef jerky and stuff it into her mouth, nodding gratefully at me. Her large breasts swayed in front of her, and my desire was quickly ignited.

While she was eating heartily, I unscrewed the bottled water, wet a towel, and gently wiped her body. The white towel quickly turned black, and I kept moving it to unused areas to continue wiping. When I reached her lower abdomen, she giggled incessantly, refusing to let me continue.

Her skin, now clean, appeared fair and tender in the firelight, her breasts smoother, and even her nipples pinker. I set the towel aside and began to caress her carefully, gently cupping her breasts in my hands, savoring their warm softness. As I rubbed her breasts, I lowered one hand and slowly slipped it inside her shorts.

Soon, I touched her soft pubic hair. Following the hair downwards, there was a thin slit. I initially thought it would remain a slit like those of young girls, but the further down I touched, the wider the slit seemed to widen. Somehow, my fingers slipped into the slit. The crazy woman trembled all over, moving her body and pressing against my fingers as she ate.

Something watery flowed from the crevice, making my fingers even more slippery. I said to her,

"Did you pee?" She chuckled, but stopped eating. Instead, she twisted her body against me. I pulled my hand out and smelled it; it had a pungent, slightly foul odor, but not the kind of urine. I reached in again, this time slipping it directly under her waistband. This time, I touched a wet, muddy patch. She immediately twisted her body to meet my hand, and my fingers quickly reached inside her vagina. My fingertips touched the softest thing in the world. Her vagina was slippery and warm, more delicate than a tongue, softer than lips, and gentler than the warmest embrace in the world. I felt my penis about to burst, an unstoppable force throbbing and searching inside.

I tried to pull down her panties with one hand, but she held my other hand tightly. She seemed to be enjoying the massage my fingers were giving her vagina. Her body twisted, her large breasts rubbing against me and pressing against me relentlessly. After finally managing to pull down one leg of her baggy panties, revealing her plump, white buttocks, I immediately saw my long-desired treasure in the firelight. It was absolutely the most magical thing in the world: a thin slit, two high, raised mounds of flesh, and two symmetrical, wing-like labia majora on either side, with a pinkish-red opening in the middle. My fingers were already inside her, and with her twisting movements, I could see a pinkish fold inside. Only then did I realize that my fingers weren't covered in urine, but a warm, slippery, white, gooey liquid.

I also pulled down my pants and underwear. My penis was erect and throbbing, as if a fire was burning inside. Having never known anything about sex before, I suddenly thought that I should put my penis inside her vagina; that would definitely feel better.

I struggled to pull my fingers back, pinned her down, and thrust my erect penis straight into her vagina, but I couldn't quite get it in place. I tried to look down, but she held me tightly in her arms, her huge breasts rubbing against my face, making it hard to breathe.

Suddenly, I felt a delicate hand helping me—it was this crazy woman's hand. I could feel the calluses on her fingertips. Guided by her, I felt my penis quickly enter a narrow space, a warm and smooth place, tender, soft, and wet on all sides. But my penis became even more violent, throbbing even more painfully.

The madwoman suddenly let out a groaning sound, as if she were in great pain. She writhed even more, her nipples repeatedly slapping against my lips. As she writhed like this, I felt an unprecedented pleasure. The sliding of my penis within her tight vagina made my whole body feel incredibly comfortable. So this is it, it feels good when you move around. I writhed along with her, and suddenly had a whimsical thought: I wanted to put her nipple in my mouth. I searched, like a hunter staring at the grape-like pink nipple swaying before my eyes. Soon I captured my prey, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking it, occasionally licking the delicate buds with my tongue.

The madwoman's cries grew louder, and she breathed heavily, hugging me even tighter, pressing her vagina against my penis with all her might. But I could feel her vagina becoming even wetter; with the slightest movement, my unusually large penis would slip out. I found it very interesting. Whenever her vagina pressed against me, I would press against her in return. If she pulled her buttocks back slightly, I would slide my penis out a little. After doing this a few times, I found it more pleasurable, so I deliberately moved my penis in and out of her vagina like that. The feeling was indescribable, like an itch that went to my very bones, yet incredibly pleasurable. It was like flying through the sky, soaring freely in the universe, higher and higher, until finally I felt my penis explode. A wave of pleasure that almost made me faint washed over me, and some scalding liquid gushed from my penis and my body, shooting into her vagina like a projectile.

Soon I felt exhausted, but the crazy woman's movements grew louder and louder. Finally, she desperately pressed her vagina against my penis, then suddenly screamed, as if she had fainted.

I was startled, thinking she was dead. I quickly pulled my now-soft penis out of her vagina, pulled up my pants, and checked her breathing. Thankfully, she was still breathing through her nostrils. She slowly opened her eyes, her face as red as a chicken's bottom, and gave me a silly smile. I pointed to the remaining food on the ground, smiled back, and helped her pull up her pants. "I'm leaving now. I'll come see you again in a few days," I said to her, then fondled her large, white breasts a few more times.

Later, I visited this crazy woman a few more times, but never had sex with her; I only brought her food. Until one day, I couldn't find her in that demolition area anymore. Perhaps construction had started again, I thought to myself, watching the workers entering and leaving the area.

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[This post was edited by 夕阳萧鼓 on 2016-06-30 21:12]

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