Veteran's Confession

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This is not a memoir, but a heartbreaking history filled with sins; you could call it my confession. 　　My

reckless behavior stemmed entirely from my wealthy family background and numerous other objective factors.

Because of this, I almost met my doom. Looking back now, if twenty years of my life were a dream, then those twenty years felt like a fleeting, whirlwind of joy and countless tears.

I was an orphan; both my parents died in Japanese bomb craters. The thought of it is incredibly painful!

I was raised by my aunt, my father's second sister. My uncle was a patriotic soldier, but unfortunately, he died in the Battle of Shanghai during the War of Resistance against Japan. Besides a substantial fortune, he left my aunt a cousin who was a year younger than me.

My aunt adopted me, and in her mind, I was destined to be the perfect son-in-law for the Yang family.

But who could have imagined that things would turn out so differently!

"Zengcheng Guagreen" lychees are famous throughout the country; the lychees produced here have a green stripe around their skin. Before the Qing Dynasty, these lychees were considered extremely precious tributes. Our ancestral home is in Zengcheng, Guangdong.

After the victory of the War of Resistance, my aunt moved with my cousin and me to Huadi, a suburb of Guangzhou.

My aunt was still very young and beautiful, with a slender figure and fair skin. Her body was full and well-proportioned. She loved me very much, and of course, I loved her too.

I remember the year after I was discharged from the army, when I was only seventeen, my cousin suddenly fell ill with an acute uterine ailment. My aunt rushed her to the gynecology hospital, leaving only my aunt and me at home.

It was a spring full of mystery and allure. That night, my aunt and I went to bed early.

However, the spring night was so quiet, hazy and dreamlike, like a young girl lost in thought, occasionally disturbed by a soft rustling of the night wind.

"Ouch! Ah... Ouch..."

Suddenly, a series of short, rapid moans startled me from my sweet dream, followed by a long "Ugh..." Then everything was quiet again.

"Ouch!...Atai! Atai!..."

A moment later, my aunt called to me panting from the next room.

"What is it, Aunt?" I immediately replied.

"Ouch! Atai... You... You come here." It was my aunt's voice again.

"What is it, Aunt?" I wanted to ask what was wrong.

"Ouch! Come here quickly!" she urged again.

"Okay! I'm coming!" Thinking something had happened to my aunt, I rushed out wearing only my underwear.

When I rushed into my aunt's room, I looked up, oh my god! It turned out that my aunt was hugging a long, soft pillow, tossing and turning in bed, as if she had intestinal problems, and looked very unwell.

As soon as she saw me come in, she said weakly,

"Oh, Atai... I... I... my stomach... my stomach hurts so much... oh... quick... quick... you... quick... rub it for me... oh!"

"How do I rub it?"

I asked as I walked toward her bedside.

"Aunt! Rub it here?"

"Ugh!" she groaned, threw aside the pillow, and pulled my hand to her abdomen, saying,

"Right here, oh! It hurts so much! It's killing me!... Please rub it for me!"

At this moment, my aunt was lying flat on her back. Her two slender legs were covered by a blanket. She was wearing a white and light red nightgown with only two buttons fastened at the front. It looked like two balls were bouncing inside, rhythmically rising and falling with her breath.

As I placed my hand on her lower abdomen, I suddenly felt a surge of heat rising from my palm straight to my dantian, causing my whole body to tremble. This feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

I gently massaged my aunt's stomach, and soon she closed her eyes slightly and stopped moaning. I thought my "massage technique" might have worked.

"Aunt!" I said.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Mmm!" She squinted, a slight smile appearing on her lips.

"A little better, let me massage you a little longer!"

As she spoke, one of her hands, as if intentionally or unintentionally, landed on my thigh. Then, the back of her hand slid down, seemingly unintentionally brushing against my little monk.

I was already in a hurry to urinate, and my little monk was already throwing a tantrum in my crotch. Now, with my aunt's hand touching it, oh dear! This was even worse; it was throbbing violently inside.

At that very moment, my whole body suddenly felt like it had been electrocuted, a shiver running through me, followed by a tingling sensation, causing my hands to instinctively stop working.

Just then, I heard my aunt let out a soft "hmm." I quickly turned to look and saw her face flushed, as if she were drunk, her eyes squinting.

I looked down further, and oh my God! The only two buttons on my aunt's blouse had somehow fallen off, her nightgown split open, revealing two snow-white breasts, round and plump like two large Shandong steamed buns, so adorable.

Especially the two tender red nipples at the top, like two red peaches, were even more adorable, and I really wanted to bite them.

"Your stomach doesn't hurt anymore!" At this moment, my aunt said, grabbing my hand and tucking it under the blanket, lifting it down to my lower abdomen.

"Let's rub down there again!"

My hand instinctively followed suit. Oh my god! This really scared me. It turned out that my aunt wasn't wearing pants! I felt a soft, triangular piece of flesh, bulging, hairy, and like half a hairy gourd, covered in vaginal fluid. Common sense told me that the triangular piece of soft flesh, weighing about four ounces including the hair, was either my aunt's vagina or something else.

Just then, I tried to pull my hand back, but at that moment, my aunt quickly pulled the blanket open, spread her legs, pinched my middle finger, and gently pressed it into her vagina.

"Atai, it's so itchy inside,"

my aunt said weakly .

"Help me!"

"Help? I've never done this before! How do I do it?" I thought to myself, and then asked,

"Aunt, how do I do it?"

"Silly boy!" she told me.

"Like cleaning your ears!"

So I started working, my finger digging in and out. I felt that my aunt's hole was very wet and wide, like a bag, which could be called a "bag hole," making my work go very smoothly.

Then, I started digging without thinking, my movements were fast, strong, and heavy.

"Ouch!" I'd only dug a few times when my aunt spoke again:

"Why is it like this? Try rubbing this first!"

With that, she grabbed my middle finger and pressed it against the small fleshy bump directly above the opening.

It was neither hard nor soft, just like the lychee from our hometown – "Zengcheng Guagreen." Ah! I understood. My physiology teacher had said this was a woman's clitoris.

"Rub it once, then you can dig in."

After I aimed, my aunt instructed me, her tone a mix of resentment and anger: "Silly boy! Like grinding ink, understand? Gently, softly!"

"Don't I know how?" I thought to myself.

"I learned it when I was in school."

So, I followed the method of grinding ink, my fingers swirling and turning on her clitoris, which resembled a lychee. After about ten turns, my aunt suddenly cried out, though not loudly.

"Oh dear... oh dear! Atai... oh dear!"

"Aunt!" Afraid that my technique was not good, I immediately stopped and asked timidly, "What are you doing? Am I grinding it wrong?"

"Yes! Yes!" She nodded, slightly raising her eyelids, stroking my thigh, and giving me a slight smile.

"That's it, very good! Keep grinding!"

My aunt's praise subtly boosted my morale, so I continued grinding. This time, I turned faster and harder. Soon, she gasped again,

"Okay...okay...oh...don't...don't grind anymore...it's itchy inside...it's so itchy...hurry...oh...it's killing me..."

"Like cleaning your ears?" I asked cautiously.

"Be gentle, okay?"

"Yes!" She nodded, urging me impatiently, "Hurry up!"

So my fingers moved to a different spot, sliding forward, initially digging in and out, very shallowly and slowly.

"Ah...oh...it's killing me...uh..."

I groaned as I dug.

I dug and dug, gently, very delicately.

"Ugh!" she said angrily, "Aren't you trying to kill me? Oh! Fool! Dig in a little deeper! Harder, faster!"

"Hmph! You're really hard to please, too light is no good, too heavy is no good, too slow is no good, too fast is no good!"

I didn't dare say it out loud, I only thought it to myself.

"How would I know if you want a pound or eight ounces, if you want to take a plane or a boat?"

So, without thinking twice, I forcefully inserted my entire middle finger, the upper half of my finger inside her hole, and I turned it like an abacus, turning it faster and harder, until she screamed again.

"Oh...Atai...you...you...you're digging so...so...so good...oh...uh...ah...my god...oh...oh...it's killing me...uh..."

I didn't know if she was in pain or what, but I ignored her and kept digging.

Suddenly, she grabbed my penis tightly and exclaimed.

"Oh my! Your penis is so hard? This is terrible! You're so small, but your penis is so big!"

With that, she hugged me tightly, pulled my digging hand away, and pulled me up and down, so I was on top of her.

Of course, my heart was pounding, my face was burning, and I was both ashamed and scared.

"Atai!"

She rubbed her face with her eyes glazed over and whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Hmm!" I replied even softer.

Then, she cupped my face in her hands and kissed me deeply. She then pulled down my pants and lifted my penis, guiding it into her cunt.

At this moment, she pressed down on my buttocks while thrusting her lower abdomen upwards. Strangely! My penis moved incredibly quickly, as if it had encountered an air raid siren, and slid into the hole in an instant.

At the same time, she gently said to me,

"Oh! Move a little!"

To be honest, I was still young at the time and quite naive about sex. Although I vaguely knew that penetration required moving my buttocks, I was a complete novice with no practical experience. So, I was terrified and dared not make any rash moves.

"Silly boy!"

Hearing this, my aunt supported my upper body with both hands and her legs around my buttocks, making a slight gesture, and told me,

"Just move like this!"

"Ah! So that's how you move, it's quite fun!" I thought to myself as my buttocks moved up and down.

"Move faster!" she said.

"Faster is better."

So, I started doing what Newton's third theorem called "accelerated motion," making the little monk run in and out of the air-raid shelter, while my aunt's buttocks moved in rhythm with my movements. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

"This is what penetration is all about, it's really interesting," I thought to myself.

Then, my aunt asked me to touch her breasts again. This time, I was in the mood, so I vigorously rubbed them. She gently asked,

"Oh! Are you enjoying it?"

I felt embarrassed and didn't answer her. Or rather, I was too busy to answer, because I was getting increasingly excited and thrusting harder. The pleasure and excitement were indescribable, so I just kept moving my hips.

My aunt seemed to be enjoying it even more, moving her hips vigorously while shouting loudly.

"Oh...Atai...I'm so happy...I'm about to die...Oh...you...you...a little harder..."

I just nodded without saying a word. In fact, my little monk was having so much fun. Hearing her say that, I sped up my movements.

We did it for a few more minutes. My aunt was almost at her limit. Her juices were flowing more and more, quite a lot. But my little monk was full of energy, still thrusting harder and harder.

At this moment, my aunt pressed my buttocks tightly with one hand to stop me from moving. With her other hand, she grabbed my little monk's head and bit my shoulder and ear, but it didn't hurt.

"Ah! Don't move, okay?" she said softly to me.

"If you move again, I'm going to die!"

"Aunt, what's wrong?" I was a little angry:

"I feel especially good right now. You're so selfish that you won't let me move after you've had your fun! I don't want to do it!" It was

the first time I'd ever acted coquettishly towards her. Anyway, we were already naked in front of each other, and there was no longer any distinction between superiors and inferiors, which emboldened me even more.

"Okay, okay!" She readily agreed.

"If that's the case, then come on! I'm not selfish at all. As long as you also know how to have fun, I'd be happy even if you fucked me to death, Ah Tai! Do it!"

After saying that, she let go of my hands and spread her legs apart, which made things much better.

My interest was running high! The young monk, initially defiant, was now full of vigor and ambition, powerful and strong, never losing heart, like an indestructible Arhat, or an indomitable rooster.

We went at it hard for a while longer; my aunt's pubic hair was already soaked with vaginal fluid, and her legs were flowing profusely, it seemed she was truly exhausted.

But to give me pleasure, she was willing to sacrifice everything to satisfy my desires, so although she was very tired and had lost a lot of vaginal fluid, she still kept cooperating with my movements, persisting for the last five minutes.

Her buttocks rotated like millstones, while my buttocks rippled, our movements perfectly coordinated, wonderfully exquisite.

At this point, we were drenched in sweat, perhaps because we were working so hard, or perhaps because it was so pleasurable, that we couldn't concentrate on talking anymore, only on our actions. I finally gave up.

Suddenly, I felt an urge to urinate, shivered, and involuntarily urinated.

But it felt so much better than urinating; I had ejaculated too, no wonder it felt so good.

"Atai! You're fully developed!" My aunt said, seemingly pleased, as she touched my little monk.

"Was it pleasurable just now?"

I nodded repeatedly, while simultaneously touching her breasts and kissing them deeply as a sign of gratitude.

In this abnormal state, I had my aunt kill a virgin rooster for me.

Afterwards, she warned me very carefully not to reveal what happened that night, or she would kill me.

After that, she often secretly met with me behind my cousin's back, and we went from being nephews to her lovers.

The next day, she specially killed an old hen and stewed it with angelica and black dates for me to eat, supposedly very nourishing for "essence." She abandoned her usual dignified demeanor and said to me with a grin,

"I killed your virgin hen last night, so today I'm giving you an old hen as compensation."

Ah! Was this liberation? Or the evil of animalistic instincts? I was bewildered.

The second woman I had sex with was my cousin—Yang Jiaru; she was the first virgin I ever penetrated.

My cousin is a year younger than me, but actually, I'm only three months older than her. I was born in December of the previous year, and she was born in March of the following year. She's not particularly beautiful, with dark skin, but she's as voluptuous as her mother.

I wasn't interested in her, but she seemed particularly fond of me, though there were conditions. Because I'm quite "handsome," looking like a man, my aunt always said I was very smart, and also because we were supposed to be a perfect match—I have no parents, and she's an only child, so we could be with her mother for life.

I broke her "seal"—I deflowered her—when I was eighteen.

Thanks to my natural endowment and proper upbringing, although I'm not very old, my penis, due to frequent penetration with my aunt, has become increasingly vigorous and robust with each encounter.

Especially the glans, which is red like a ripe plum; when erect, it's hard, long, and thick. I once measured it with a ruler—exactly seven inches and six and a half inches long, and one inch and four-tenths of an inch in diameter.

You could say my penis is gigantic, perfectly meeting international standards.

One day, my aunt was going to Hong Kong to visit relatives. My cousin originally wanted to go with her, but my aunt said that I would be alone at home and that my cousin should stay with me.

Actually, my aunt's intention was simply to marry my cousin to me so she could easily have an affair later. But seeing that I didn't like her daughter, she created many opportunities to improve my relationship with my cousin, so she stayed. At

dinner, my cousin specially cooked several of my favorite dishes for me, which subtly improved my impression of her.

After dinner, she went to take a bath. As I passed by, I heard splashing water, and my mind immediately started thinking about women—all thanks to my aunt's influence.

"Cousin, what are you doing?"

"I'm taking a bath! What's up?"

my cousin answered from the bathtub. Actually, I knew perfectly well what she was doing!

"It's so hot! I need to take a shower too."

"Wait a minute! I'll be done soon."

"No! I want to shower now."

I said, pushing the door open.

Oh my god! Who knew the door wasn't locked? I pushed it open! Who knows if she did it on purpose or not! My

cousin hurriedly climbed out of the tub to close the door, but by then I was already inside. It was too late to close it. She blushed and said,

"Cousin, what do you mean by this?"

I shamelessly replied,

"Nothing, you can shower, but I can't? What a joke!"

I said, taking off my clothes.

"Well, if you want to shower, I'll leave."

She saw that I had really taken off my clothes, so she quickly got up and tried to leave. I quickly grabbed her, not letting her go.

Previously, I had only seen my cousin's dark-skinned face, but I had never seen her body naked before. Today, I finally had a complete view.

It turns out she is very voluptuous, even more so than her mother.

Her breasts are large, her buttocks round and big, especially the triangular area where her legs meet—it made my mouth water. While her pubic hair wasn't as long as her mother's, her vulva was better than my aunt's, a long, tight crevice like a willow leaf. Her vulva was a "willow leaf vulva," the highest grade, something I rarely encountered in my past happy years.

And her two long, slender legs were also very appealing.

Of course, I wouldn't allow her to leave at this point, so I went over, wrapped my arms around her waist, and gave her a deep kiss on the cheek, then told her,

"I'm not letting you go!"

"How can that be? What are you going to do?"

"What's wrong with that? Aunt isn't home anyway, we can do whatever we want!"

With that, I reached out and touched her breasts.

Ah! Wonderful! It turned out that her breasts were different from her mother's. Her aunt's breasts were quite large, but very soft, the "steamed bun" type, while her cousin's breasts were swollen and firm, and seemed to have a core inside.

"A virgin is a virgin after all,"

I thought to myself as I touched her.

"Please don't do this, okay?"

She was probably secretly pleased with my caresses, so she only said it verbally without resisting, completely letting my two unruly hands roam freely.

Therefore, I became even bolder, so I put one arm around her waist and used the other to explore her "bewitching pool." The grass on that pool, though sparse, was very tender.

Her vulva, however, was truly "original," the flesh of her vulva appearing particularly plump, but the cleft was not large.

At that moment, I immediately wanted to penetrate her. My hard penis was already erect on her lower abdomen. Then my cousin spoke up:

"Weren't you going to take a bath? Why aren't you going now?"

"I don't want to bathe now. Why don't you bathe with me?"

"I really didn't expect you to become so naughty!"

she said, half-shy and half-laughing.

"Okay! I'll bathe with you! Just don't do anything inappropriate!"

"Okay!"

I was overjoyed and pulled her into the bathtub.

In the bathtub, I had no intention of bathing at all. I was just soaking in the warm water; my real intention wasn't to "wash," so I started groping her all over.

At this point, she might have been a little tempted. After all, she was still a young woman, and she was still a "pure and innocent" girl. So she said to me,

"Hurry up and wash, okay? Stop touching yourself. Do you want me to dry you off?"

Of course, I was more than happy to oblige, so I lay down on the edge of the bathtub and handed her the towel, saying,

"Here you are!"

"Shameless! You need to lie down properly so I can dry you properly!"

I happily bent down and let her dry my back first, then I rolled over so she could dry me again.

She started rubbing my chest again, rubbing and rubbing, but before she even reached my lower abdomen, my penis was rock hard. So I said,

"Don't rub the rest!"

I pointed to my penis and said,

"Rub this part first!"

At this point, she was truly in a dilemma, so she could only touch my penis with her hand, while also touching my pubic hair, saying,

"When did you grow so big?"

"Probably last year..."

I answered, while also reaching out to touch her vagina, and asked her,

"What about yours?"

"Same as yours!" she replied with a smile.

At this moment, her vagina seemed to be wet, and I knew that this was exactly when a woman wanted penetration.

As the saying goes, "Opportunity knocks but once," so I seized the moment, quickly rolled over, and pulled her aside. We both lay on the ground, first spreading her thighs apart, then straddling her, supporting myself with my hands on the ground so my lower body was aligned with her buttocks.

I adopted the ancient, traditional "heaven-and-earth" position I used with my aunt, thrusting my long, hard cock straight into her cave.

But because my cousin was still "untouched," still "sealed," unlike my aunt who had no "barbed wire" and could be easily penetrated,

I charged forward, one after another, putting all my strength into it, yet I still couldn't break into her territory even half a step.

So I immediately changed my tactics, using a "push-down" approach to lower her entire body down, freeing my hands to pry open her "gate," but it still didn't work.

At this point, seeing that this intense "body battle" had reached its "white-hot" climax under my "push-down attack," and knowing that she would be breached sooner or later, my cousin spontaneously "revolted," reaching out to guide me so that I could reach her.

She grabbed my penis with one hand and used the other to open her vaginal opening, perhaps thinking that this might allow me to penetrate. But after trying for a while, covered in sweat, I still couldn't get it to work at all, which infuriated me.

Then, I thought for a moment and came up with another idea. I changed positions, so I folded two large towels together and placed them on her buttocks like a pillow. This made her vaginal opening face upwards. I then spread her legs apart and placed them on my shoulders, while holding her thighs, and tried to penetrate her in a "doggy style" position.

I lowered my head, aimed my erect penis at her vaginal opening, and thrust straight in. But "the pool is shallow but the water is deep," and I still couldn't get it in.

My cousin also tried desperately to spread her vaginal opening, and only then could a little bit of my glans enter.

By this time, I could no longer restrain myself and had to go all the way. So I reached forward and grabbed her breasts, ignoring her pain, and thrust forward with all my might. My penis was only two-fifths of the way in. I was afraid she would be in pain, so I asked her with concern,

"Cousin, does it hurt?"

She shook her head, then smiled and said,

"No! Just keep going. It's going to hurt once anyway. I'll tell you to stop when I can't take it anymore."

Perhaps she was already numb to the pain from my penetration, which was why she told me that. Hearing her say that, I felt relieved.

So I started moving again, thrusting deeper and deeper. She cried out,

"Ouch! I can't take it! It hurts so much! Get off me!"

"Okay! I'll go slowly, just a little shallower!"

So I pulled my penis out a little and continued thrusting.

However, who can control their penis when it comes to penetration? It inevitably goes deeper and harder, but whenever I thrust a little deeper, my cousin would cry out in pain.

After all, people are made of flesh and blood, and she was my cousin, so every time she cried out in pain, I dared not continue.

"If I keep thrusting like this, I could go all day and still not get in!" I thought to myself, really wanting to pull back immediately and just give up.

As soon as I finished thinking about it, another idea suddenly came to mind: to "turn the tables" and hand over all the actions to my cousin, letting her take the initiative.

This isn't a memoir, but rather a heartbreaking history filled with sin, or perhaps a confession.

My reckless behavior stemmed entirely from my wealthy family background and a host of other objective factors.

Because of this, I almost met my demise. Looking back now, if twenty years of my life were a dream, then those twenty years felt like a fleeting, passionate dream, filled with both immense joy and countless tears.

I was an orphan; both my parents died in Japanese bomb craters. The thought is incredibly painful!

My aunt, my father's second sister, raised me. My uncle was a patriotic soldier, but unfortunately, he died in the Battle of Shanghai during the War of Resistance against Japan. Besides a substantial fortune, he left my aunt a cousin who was a year younger than me.

My aunt adopted me, and in her mind, I was destined to be a fine son-in-law for the Yang family.

But who could have imagined that things would turn out so differently?

"Zengcheng Guagreen" lychees are famous throughout the country; the lychees produced here have a green stripe around their skin. Before the Qing Dynasty, these lychees were considered extremely precious tributes. Our ancestral home is in Zengcheng, Guangdong.

After the victory of the War of Resistance, my aunt moved with my cousin and me to Huadi, a suburb of Guangzhou.

My aunt was still very young and beautiful, with a slender figure and fair skin. Her body was full and well-proportioned. She loved me very much, and of course, I loved her too.

I remember the year after I was discharged from the army, when I was only seventeen, my cousin suddenly fell ill with an acute uterine ailment. My aunt rushed her to the gynecology hospital, leaving only my aunt and me at home.

It was a spring full of mystery and allure. That night, my aunt and I went to bed early.

However, the spring night was so quiet, hazy and dreamlike, like a young girl lost in thought, occasionally disturbed by a soft rustling of the night wind.

"Ouch! Ah... Ouch..."

Suddenly, a series of short, rapid moans startled me from my sweet dream, followed by a long "Ugh..." Then everything was quiet again.

"Ouch!...Atai! Atai!..."

A moment later, my aunt called to me panting from the next room.

"What is it, Aunt?" I immediately replied.

"Ouch! Atai... You... You come here." It was my aunt's voice again.

"What is it, Aunt?" I wanted to ask what was wrong.

"Ouch! Come here quickly!" she urged again.

"Okay! I'm coming!" Thinking something had happened to my aunt, I rushed out wearing only my underwear.

When I rushed into my aunt's room, I looked up and, oh my goodness! It turned out that my aunt was hugging a long, soft pillow, tossing and turning on the bed, as if she had intestinal problems, and looked very uncomfortable because she was seriously ill.

As soon as she saw me come in, she said weakly,

"Oh, Atai... I... I... my stomach... my stomach hurts so much... oh... quick... quick... you... quick... rub it for me... oh!"

"How do I rub it?"

I asked as I walked toward her bedside.

"Aunt! Rub it here?"

"Ugh!" she groaned, threw aside the pillow, and pulled my hand to her abdomen, saying,

"Right here, oh! It hurts so much! It's killing me!... Please rub it for me!"

At this moment, my aunt was lying flat on her back. Her two slender legs were covered by a blanket. She was wearing a white and light red nightgown with only two buttons fastened at the front. It looked like two balls were bouncing inside, rhythmically rising and falling with her breath.

As I placed my hand on her lower abdomen, I suddenly felt a surge of heat rising from my palm straight to my dantian, causing my whole body to tremble. This feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

I gently massaged my aunt's stomach, and soon she closed her eyes slightly and stopped moaning. I thought my "massage technique" might have worked.

"Aunt!" I said.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Mmm!" She squinted, a slight smile appearing on her lips.

"A little better, let me massage you a little longer!"

As she spoke, one of her hands, as if intentionally or unintentionally, landed on my thigh. Then, the back of her hand slid down, seemingly unintentionally brushing against my little monk.

I was already in a hurry to urinate, and my little monk was already throwing a tantrum in my crotch. Now, with my aunt's hand touching it, oh dear! This was even worse; it was throbbing violently inside.

At that very moment, my whole body suddenly felt like it had been electrocuted, a shiver running through me, followed by a tingling sensation, causing my hands to instinctively stop working.

Just then, I heard my aunt let out a soft "hmm." I quickly turned to look and saw her face flushed, as if she were drunk, her eyes squinting.

I looked down further, and oh my God! The only two buttons on my aunt's blouse had somehow fallen off, her nightgown split open, revealing two snow-white breasts, round and plump like two large Shandong steamed buns, so adorable.

Especially the two tender red nipples at the top, like two red peaches, were even more adorable, and I really wanted to bite them.

"Your stomach doesn't hurt anymore!" At this moment, my aunt said, grabbing my hand and tucking it under the blanket, lifting it down to my lower abdomen.

"Let's rub down there again!"

My hand instinctively followed suit. Oh my god! This really scared me. It turned out that my aunt wasn't wearing pants! I felt a soft, triangular piece of flesh, bulging, hairy, and like half a hairy gourd, covered in vaginal fluid. Common sense told me that the triangular piece of soft flesh, weighing about four ounces including the hair, was either my aunt's vagina or something else.

Just then, I tried to pull my hand back, but at that moment, my aunt quickly pulled the blanket open, spread her legs, pinched my middle finger, and gently pressed it into her vagina.

"Atai, it's so itchy inside,"

my aunt said weakly .

"Help me!"

"Help? I've never done this before! How do I do it?" I thought to myself, and then asked,

"Aunt, how do I do it?"

"Silly boy!" she told me.

"Like cleaning your ears!"

So I started working, my finger digging in and out. I felt that my aunt's hole was very wet and wide, like a bag, which could be called a "bag hole," making my work go very smoothly.

Then, I started digging without thinking, my movements were fast, strong, and heavy.

"Ouch!" I hadn't dug in long when my aunt spoke again:

"Why is it like this? Rub it here first!"

With that, she grabbed my middle finger and pressed it against the small fleshy bump directly above the entrance.

This thing was neither hard nor soft, just like the famous "Zengcheng Guagreen" lychee from our hometown. Ah! I understood. My physiology teacher had said that this was a woman's clitoris.

"Rub it once, then dig in."

After hitting the target, my aunt instructed me with a mixture of resentment and anger: "Silly boy! Like grinding ink, understand? Gently, be gentle!"

"Don't I understand?" I thought to myself.

"I learned this when I was in school."

So, following the method of grinding ink, I twirled my fingers over and over, rubbing her clitoris, which resembled a lychee. After about ten rotations, my aunt suddenly cried out, though not loudly.

"Oh dear...oh dear! Ah Tai...oh dear!"

"Aunt!" Afraid that my technique was not good, I immediately stopped working and asked timidly, "What are you doing? Am I grinding it wrong?"

"Yes! Yes!" She nodded, slightly raising her eyelids, stroking my thigh, and giving me a slight smile.

"That's it, very good! Grind it some more!"

My aunt's praise unconsciously boosted my morale, so I continued grinding. This time, I twirled faster and harder. Soon, she cried out again, panting:

"Okay...okay...oh...stop...stop rubbing...it's itchy inside...it's so itchy...hurry...oh...it's killing me..." "

Like cleaning your ears?" I asked cautiously.

"Be gentle, okay?"

"Yes!" She nodded, urging me impatiently, "Hurry up!"

So my fingers moved to another spot, sliding forward, starting to dig in and out, very shallowly and slowly.

"Ah...oh...it's killing me...uh..."

I groaned as I dug.

I dug and dug, gently, very delicately.

"Ugh!" she said angrily, "Aren't you trying to kill me? Oh! Fool! Dig in a little deeper! Harder, faster!"

"Hmph! You're really hard to please, too light is no good, too heavy is no good, too slow is no good, too fast is no good!"

I didn't dare say it out loud, I only thought it to myself.

"How would I know if you want a pound or eight ounces, if you want to take a plane or a boat?"

So, without thinking twice, I forcefully inserted my entire middle finger, the upper half of my finger inside her hole, and I turned it like an abacus, turning it faster and harder, until she screamed again.

"Oh dear... Atai... you... you... you're digging so hard... so hard... so hard... oh dear... oh... oh my god... oh dear... oh dear... it's killing me... oh..."

I didn't know if she was in pain or what, but I ignored her and kept digging.

Suddenly, she grabbed my little monk tightly with one hand and exclaimed.

"Oh my! Your dick's so hard? Good heavens! You're so small, but your dick is so big!"

With that, she grabbed me, pulled away my hands that were probing my hole, and swept me up and down, pinning me beneath her.

Naturally, my heart pounded, my face burned, and I felt both ashamed and scared.

"Ah Tai!"

she whispered, her eyes glazed, rubbing my face.

"Mmm!" I replied even softer.

Then, she cupped my face in her hands and kissed me deeply. She pulled down my pants and guided my little monk towards her triangle.

At that moment, she pressed down on my buttocks while thrusting her lower abdomen upwards. Strangely! My little monk moved with incredible speed, as if encountering an air raid siren, and slid into the hole in her triangle in an instant.

At the same time, she gently said to me,

"Oh! Move a little!"

To be honest, I was still young at the time and quite naive about sex. Although I knew a little about penetration, I was still a complete novice with no practical experience, so I was terrified and dared not make any rash moves.

"Silly boy!"

My aunt said, supporting my upper body with her hands and supporting my buttocks with her legs. She gestured slightly and told me,

"Move like this!"

"Ah! So that's how you move. It's quite fun!" I thought to myself as I moved my buttocks up and down.

"Move faster!" she said.

"Hurry up, please."

So, I started moving in a "rate of acceleration" motion, just like Newton's three laws, making the little monk run in and out of the air-raid shelter. At the same time, my aunt's buttocks were thrusting in and out in rhythm with my movements, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

"This is what penetration is all about, it's really fun," I thought to myself.

Then, my aunt asked me to touch her breasts, and this time I got my chance. I vigorously rubbed her breasts, and she gently asked,

"Oh! Are you enjoying it?"

I felt embarrassed and didn't answer her. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say that I was too busy to answer, because at that moment, the more I moved, the more I enjoyed it, and the more I thrust, the more energetic I became. The kind of enjoyment and energy was simply indescribable, so I just kept moving my buttocks vigorously.

My aunt seemed to be enjoying herself more than I was. She was also thrusting her hips vigorously, constantly yelling,

"Oh... Atai... I'm so happy... I'm about to die... Oh... You... You... a little harder..."

I just nodded without saying a word. In fact, my little monk was enjoying it so much that hearing her say that made me speed up my movements.

We continued like this for a few more minutes. My aunt was almost at her limit; her juices were flowing more and more, quite a lot, but my little monk was still full of energy, thrusting harder and harder.

At this moment, my aunt pressed down hard on my buttocks with one hand, preventing me from moving, and with the other hand grabbed my little monk's head, while biting my shoulder and earlobe, but the bites didn't hurt.

"Ah! Please don't move, okay?" she whispered to me.

"If you move again, I'm going to die!"

"Aunt, what's wrong?" I asked, a little annoyed.

"I'm feeling incredibly good right now. You're so selfish that you won't let me move when you're having fun. I don't want to do it!"

I pouted at her for the first time. We were already naked, so there was no question of hierarchy, which emboldened me.

"Okay, okay!" she readily agreed.

"If that's the case, then come on. I'm not selfish at all. As long as you also enjoy it, I'll be happy even if you fuck me to death. Ah Tai! Do it!"

With that, she let go of my hands and spread her legs, which made things much easier.

My interest was piqued! The young monk, initially defiant, was now full of vigor and ambition, powerful and strong, never losing heart, like an indestructible Arhat, or an indomitable rooster.

We went at it hard for a while longer; my aunt's pubic hair was already soaked with vaginal fluid, and her legs were flowing profusely, it seemed she was truly exhausted.

But to give me pleasure, she was willing to sacrifice everything to satisfy my desires, so although she was very tired and had lost a lot of vaginal fluid, she still kept cooperating with my movements, persisting for the last five minutes.

Her buttocks rotated like millstones, while my buttocks rippled, our movements perfectly coordinated, wonderfully exquisite.

At this point, we were drenched in sweat, perhaps because we were working so hard, or perhaps because it was so pleasurable, that we couldn't concentrate on talking anymore, only on our actions. I finally gave up.

Suddenly, I felt an urge to urinate, shivered, and involuntarily urinated.

But it felt so much better than urinating; I had ejaculated too, no wonder it felt so good.

"Atai! You're fully developed!" My aunt said, seemingly pleased, as she touched my little monk.

"Was it pleasurable just now?"

I nodded repeatedly, while simultaneously touching her breasts and kissing them deeply as a sign of gratitude.

In this abnormal state, I had my aunt kill a virgin rooster for me.

Afterwards, she warned me very carefully not to reveal what happened that night, or she would kill me.

After that, she often secretly met with me behind my cousin's back, and we went from being nephews to her lovers.

The next day, she specially killed an old hen and stewed it with angelica and black dates for me to eat, supposedly very nourishing for "essence." She abandoned her usual dignified demeanor and said to me with a grin,

"I killed your virgin hen last night, so today I'm giving you an old hen as compensation."

Ah! Was this liberation? Or the evil of animalistic instincts? I was bewildered.

The second woman I had sex with was my cousin—Yang Jiaru; she was the first virgin I ever penetrated.

My cousin is a year younger than me, but actually, I'm only three months older than her. I was born in December of the previous year, and she was born in March of the following year. She's not particularly beautiful, with dark skin, but she's as voluptuous as her mother.

I wasn't interested in her, but she seemed particularly fond of me, though there were conditions. Because I'm quite "handsome," looking like a man, my aunt always said I was very smart, and also because we were supposed to be a perfect match—I have no parents, and she's an only child, so we could be with her mother for life.

I broke her "seal"—I deflowered her—when I was eighteen.

Thanks to my natural endowment and proper upbringing, although I'm not very old, my penis, due to frequent penetration with my aunt, has become increasingly vigorous and robust with each encounter.

Especially the glans, which is red like a ripe plum; when erect, it's hard, long, and thick. I once measured it with a ruler—exactly seven inches and six and a half inches long, and one inch and four-tenths of an inch in diameter.

You could say my penis is gigantic, perfectly meeting international standards.

One day, my aunt was going to Hong Kong to visit relatives. My cousin originally wanted to go with her, but my aunt said that I would be alone at home and that my cousin should stay with me.

Actually, my aunt's intention was simply to marry my cousin to me so she could easily have an affair later. But seeing that I didn't like her daughter, she created many opportunities to improve my relationship with my cousin, so she stayed. At

dinner, my cousin specially cooked several of my favorite dishes for me, which subtly improved my impression of her.

After dinner, she went to take a bath. As I passed by, I heard splashing water, and my mind immediately started thinking about women—all thanks to my aunt's influence.

"Cousin, what are you doing?"

"I'm taking a bath! What's up?"

my cousin answered from the bathtub. Actually, I knew perfectly well what she was doing!

"It's so hot! I need to take a shower too."

"Wait a minute! I'll be done soon."

"No! I want to shower now."

I said, pushing the door open.

Oh my god! Who knew the door wasn't locked? I pushed it open! Who knows if she did it on purpose or not! My

cousin hurriedly climbed out of the tub to close the door, but by then I was already inside. It was too late to close it. She blushed and said,

"Cousin, what do you mean by this?"

I shamelessly replied,

"Nothing, you can shower, but I can't? What a joke!"

I said, taking off my clothes.

"Well, if you want to shower, I'll leave."

She saw that I had really taken off my clothes, so she quickly got up and tried to leave. I quickly grabbed her, not letting her go.

Previously, I had only seen my cousin's dark-skinned face, but I had never seen her body naked before. Today, I finally had a complete view.

It turns out she is very voluptuous, even more so than her mother.

Her breasts are large, her buttocks round and big, especially the triangular area where her legs meet—it made my mouth water. While her pubic hair wasn't as long as her mother's, her vulva was better than my aunt's, a long, tight crevice like a willow leaf. Her vulva was a "willow leaf vulva," the highest grade, something I rarely encountered in my past happy years.

And her two long, slender legs were also very appealing.

Of course, I wouldn't allow her to leave at this point, so I went over, wrapped my arms around her waist, and gave her a deep kiss on the cheek, then told her,

"I'm not letting you go!"

"How can that be? What are you going to do?"

"What's wrong with that? Aunt isn't home anyway, we can do whatever we want!"

With that, I reached out and touched her breasts.

Ah! Wonderful! It turned out that her breasts were different from her mother's. Her aunt's breasts were quite large, but very soft, the "steamed bun" type, while her cousin's breasts were swollen and firm, and seemed to have a core inside.

"A virgin is a virgin after all,"

I thought to myself as I touched her.

"Please don't do this, okay?"

She was probably secretly pleased with my caresses, so she only said it verbally without resisting, completely letting my two unruly hands roam freely.

Therefore, I became even bolder, so I put one arm around her waist and used the other to explore her "bewitching pool." The grass on that pool, though sparse, was very tender.

Her vulva, however, was truly "original," the flesh of her vulva appearing particularly plump, but the cleft was not large.

At that moment, I immediately wanted to penetrate her. My hard penis was already erect on her lower abdomen. Then my cousin spoke up:

"Weren't you going to take a bath? Why aren't you going now?"

"I don't want to bathe now. Why don't you bathe with me?"

"I really didn't expect you to become so naughty!"

she said, half-shy and half-laughing.

"Okay! I'll bathe with you! Just don't do anything inappropriate!"

"Okay!"

I was overjoyed and pulled her into the bathtub.

In the bathtub, I had no intention of bathing at all. I was just soaking in the warm water; my real intention wasn't to "wash," so I started groping her all over.

At this moment, she was probably a little aroused. After all, she was still a young girl, and she was still "untouched" by love. So she said to me,

"Hurry up and wash, okay? Stop touching me. Do you want me to dry you off?"

Of course, I was more than happy to oblige. So I lay down on the edge of the bathtub and handed her the towel, saying,

"Here you are!"

"You shameless bastard, you need to lie down properly so I can dry you off!"

I happily bent down and let her dry my back first, and then I rolled over so she could dry me off as well.

She started rubbing my chest again, rubbing and rubbing, but before she even reached my lower abdomen, my penis was rock hard. So I said,

"Don't rub the rest!"

I pointed to my penis and said,

"Rub this part first!"

At this point, she was truly in a dilemma, so she could only touch my penis with her hand, while also touching my pubic hair, saying,

"When did you grow so big?"

"Probably last year..."

I answered, while also reaching out to touch her vagina, and asked her,

"What about yours?"

"Same as yours!" she replied with a smile.

At this moment, her vagina seemed to be wet, and I knew that this was exactly when a woman wanted penetration.

As the saying goes, "Opportunity knocks but once," so I seized the moment, quickly rolled over, and pulled her aside. We both lay on the ground, first spreading her thighs apart, then straddling her, supporting myself with my hands on the ground so my lower body was aligned with her buttocks.

I adopted the ancient, traditional "heaven-and-earth" position I used with my aunt, thrusting my long, hard cock straight into her cave.

But because my cousin was still "untouched," still "sealed," unlike my aunt who had no "barbed wire" and could be easily penetrated,

I charged forward, one after another, putting all my strength into it, yet I still couldn't break into her territory even half a step.

So I immediately changed my tactics, using a "push-down" approach to lower her entire body down, freeing my hands to pry open her "gate," but it still didn't work.

At this point, seeing that this intense "body battle" had reached its "white-hot" climax under my "push-down attack," and knowing that she would be breached sooner or later, my cousin spontaneously "revolted," reaching out to guide me so that I could reach her.

She grabbed my penis with one hand and used the other to open her vaginal opening, perhaps thinking that this might allow me to penetrate. But after trying for a while, covered in sweat, I still couldn't get it to work at all, which infuriated me.

Then, I thought for a moment and came up with another idea. I changed positions, so I folded two large towels together and placed them on her buttocks like a pillow. This made her vaginal opening face upwards. I then spread her legs apart and placed them on my shoulders, while holding her thighs, and tried to penetrate her in a "doggy style" position.

I lowered my head, aimed my erect penis at her vaginal opening, and thrust straight in. But "the pool is shallow but the water is deep," and I still couldn't get it in.

My cousin also tried desperately to spread her vaginal opening, and only then could a little bit of my glans enter.

By this time, I could no longer restrain myself and had to go all the way. So I reached forward and grabbed her breasts, ignoring her pain, and thrust forward with all my might. My penis was only two-fifths of the way in. I was afraid she would be in pain, so I asked her with concern,

"Cousin, does it hurt?"

She shook her head, then smiled and said,

"No! Just keep going. It's going to hurt once anyway. I'll tell you to stop when I can't take it anymore."

Perhaps she was already numb to the pain from my penetration, which was why she told me that. Hearing her say that, I felt relieved.

So I started moving again, thrusting deeper and deeper. She cried out,

"Ouch! I can't take it! It hurts so much! Get off me!"

"Okay! I'll go slowly, just a little shallower!"

So I pulled my penis out a little and continued thrusting.

However, who can control their penis when it comes to penetration? It inevitably goes deeper and harder, but whenever I thrust a little deeper, my cousin would cry out in pain.

After all, people are made of flesh and blood, and she was my cousin, so every time she cried out in pain, I dared not continue.

"If I keep thrusting like this, I could go all day and still not get in!" I thought to myself, really wanting to pull back immediately and just give up.

Just as I finished thinking about this, I suddenly remembered another way, which was to "turn the tables" and hand over all the actions to my cousin, letting her take the initiative.

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