Wonderful Family

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My family is strange.
When I was little, I used to bathe with my father. But when I entered junior high school and started menstruating, he still insisted on bathing with me. When I didn't want to, my mother would say, "Why don't you want to bathe together? You're such a strange child."

But in other families, when a girl's breasts develop or she starts menstruating, either the father refuses to bathe with her, or the daughter

refuses. I was afraid of being embarrassed when my friends asked, so I stopped bathing with my father. However, after my parents finished bathing, they would walk around the house naked, and they didn't seem to care about their behavior. It was I who felt embarrassed.

Sometimes I couldn't stand it and would say, "Other families don't do this. Just wrap a towel around yourself!"

"Why hide what you already have? After all, you were born from me," my father would say, and then deliberately shake his dangling member for me to see.

Not to mention my father, my mother would also walk around with her full breasts or buttocks exposed.

I said, "Don't do that! It'll be so embarrassing if my classmates come over." "

What nonsense are you talking about? You grew up on this milk. But my shape hasn't changed, it's the same as when I was young." My mother said, holding up her breasts and standing in front of the mirror, admiring herself.

Once, while I was taking a bath, my mother used her fingers to spread her genitals and showed them to me, saying, "Look, you were born from here."

I ran away in embarrassment, but my mother followed me to my room and asked me what was going on.

Also, I had been masturbating for a long time, but it was just a childish act of rubbing myself on the corner of the table.

Once, my mother accidentally saw me masturbating, but she said, "What are you doing? Don't do that. You need to wash and disinfect your fingers. It feels better to use your fingers. Using the corner of the table might hurt that important area. Let me show you!"

"No! No!" Before I felt embarrassed, I felt helpless.

But perhaps it was my parents' unique sex education, designed to prevent me from feeling guilty about sexual activity. Because I grew up like this, I didn't feel embarrassed to my parents about being caught masturbating, nor did I resent them like my friends did. However, I still felt that my parents were more excessive than others. My

mother made a lot of noise during intercourse, and my father also seemed to enjoy sex, doing it at least once every two days, if not every day.

When I sleepily went to my parents' bedroom, they would make no attempt to hide it. My mother would be naked, straddling my father, vigorously writhing her snow-white buttocks.

I had witnessed my parents having sex many times since I was little. At first, I thought they were wrestling, but gradually I realized something was wrong.

"What are you doing? Aren't you wrestling?" I asked.

"No, we're doing something very pleasurable. Child, when you grow up, you should find a good man and do this kind of thing often. Ah... good... good... so good... ah... ah..." My mother said as she rode on top of my father, violently writhing her buttocks.

I squatted beside my mother, watching my father's penis going in and out of her body, but I didn't feel any eroticism. I only thought that adults do strange things.

So when I went to kindergarten, I said to the boy next to me, "Let's play mommy and daddy."

"Oh! Play house? Are there bowls or something?" he said.

"No! You have to take off your pants and lie here, and I'll be on top of you, like this." As I said this, I made him lie on his back on the plastic sheet and then pulled out his little penis.

When I tried to ride on it, the teacher noticed and immediately ran out, shouting, "What are you doing?"

I replied blankly, "We're doing what Mom and Dad do."

This still became a problem; my parents were called in by the teacher and given a scolding. My mother seemed quite troubled, but she told me, "You can't do that kind of thing in kindergarten, and you can't do it in front of others. It's only allowed at home."

I've heard that similar education exists in countries like Norway and Sweden, but I'm still unsure which is better.

Later, when I started studying hard for my high school entrance exams, my mother's noise every night became too much. Sometimes I couldn't help but knock on their door and protest, "Can you please be quieter?"

My mother would always say in a blissful voice, "Sorry! But it's so comfortable..."

I wonder if she has mental problems. I think these parents are beyond redemption, but I don't hate them.

However, I don't find the sounds of my parents having sex lewd. But I'm not very interested in sex, and I rarely masturbate anymore.

Perhaps that's why I don't have a boyfriend. Although I often receive love letters, I don't want a one-on-one relationship.

Sometimes, my mother would say, quite suspiciously, "At your age, it's understandable to want sex, but you must use a condom. There are condoms in this table; do you know how to use them? Otherwise, you can practice on Dad."

Isn't my mother's joke a bit too much?

However, when my parents seriously started their so-called "husband-wife swapping" game, I was genuinely shocked.

I protested, but my mother said, "Parents and children have different lives. Children have their own lives. Raising you is our duty, but it won't restrict your freedom, so you can't restrict your parents' freedom either."

What can I do? And I also feel that what my parents said makes some sense. It's completely different

from other parents who only allow themselves to do good deeds, get angry or restrict their children's freedom when they have friends of the opposite sex, or use their adult status to control their children, or put pressure on their children simply because of their upbringing, completely ignoring their children and only caring about watching TV.

Speaking of which, we don't have a TV at home, and we always have a pleasant family dinner together. My parents' argument is that watching TV while eating reduces the parent-child relationship. I've heard that other fathers prevent their children from watching the shows they want to watch, while they watch their own favorites like sumo or baseball. I'm grateful to my parents for this, but looking back now, I realize they were only interested in pornography and didn't care about other shows at all.

However, my father was probably different from others; he never scolded his children. He said, "Humans are born to do what they love, and families are just a collection of independent people. How much of what family members like to do depends on the father's magnanimity."

Thinking back, I was indeed never scolded or interfered with.

In my second year of high school, when I discussed with my parents which school to apply to or which job to pursue, they said, "You're a high school student now, decide for yourself! Discuss it with us; we have to be responsible."

I don't know if that was understanding or irresponsible.

Putting all that aside, my parents seem to have recently developed a great interest in partner swapping. My parents told me, "We're going to do couples swapping. There will probably be couples swapping with each other, or other men and women, at our house, but don't worry too much."

My mother, smiling broadly, seemed quite happy, adding, "Mommy'll be very loud then, but you're used to it, so you won't mind, right?"

They were so open-minded; I didn't know what to say. I don't know

if it was my father who suggested it first, or my mother who suggested it, but anyway, we sent photos of the couple to a couples swapping magazine for publication. Because we didn't hide our faces, my colleagues at work immediately found out, and it quickly became a big problem. But my father didn't care at all, saying, "It doesn't bother anyone, what's wrong with it? Besides, people who see these photos are probably interested in couples swapping, right? How about we do it once? We can also expand our couples swapping network at work."

Everyone seemed speechless, and the matter was dropped.

Afterwards, the father even said to his boss, "Want to come to my house and have sex with my wife? She's got a great 'sex machine'!"

He even told the female employees at the company, "Come to my house and play with us! I'm confident in sex."

No one could do anything about him, but no one disliked him either.

Leaving that aside for now, let me report on the first time my partner, the partner in the couple-swapping arrangement, came to my house.

My parents were busy from morning (Sunday), making sushi, preparing sake, cleaning the room, changing the sheets, and making other welcoming preparations.

The couple who arrived at dusk were a friendly teacher couple. Because my parents generously encouraged them to drink and eat, seemingly very moved, both men got completely drunk and couldn't do anything.

I heard everything clearly from my room through the wall.

"Is it no good down there? It's no good here either."

"Men are really useless. Wife, try sucking my thing, maybe that will help."

"Yes! I'm trying my best to suck!"

"You're really useless! Okay, I'll try my best too."

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'll have to use other methods to serve you."

"I'm so sorry! It's such a pity to be facing such a beautiful woman like you!"

"Yes, with such a charming lady spreading her snow-white thighs, I'm really useless! I'll try harder next time, please give me another chance." He

only said some regretful words, without a trace of eroticism. I pressed my ear against the wall to eavesdrop, and I was disappointed.

However, my parents didn't like me eavesdropping. They said, "If you want to eavesdrop, you might as well come in and watch. The door won't be locked."

But no matter what, I didn't want to see my parents exchanging partners with other couples.

They weren't afraid of failure this time. Later, when the couples who were exchanging partners came, they were still busy from morning till night. But this time they didn't drink alcohol; they decided to wait until after they were done, so they had to make sure everything went smoothly.

I knew this situation, so I made up my mind this time too.

"I've come to watch," I said, and sat down in the corner of my parents' bedroom to observe, naturally knowing everything.

My father was thrusting into his wife, who was short but had a full figure and a slightly protruding belly, in a riding position.

My mother sat on her thinner husband's long, dark penis, her hands on her chest, her buttocks moving up and down.

When I went in, my parents simultaneously said to the other couple, "Excuse me! Let her look around! You can enjoy the view."

The other couple seemed surprised for a moment, but said, "Oh! This is also an ideal education!" and then continued their thrusting.

However, both couples seemed to quickly forget my existence.

My parents participated in couples swapping, and they made no attempt to hide it from me, their teenage daughter in high school, which confused me greatly.

Once, they brought back a foreign couple for couples swapping, which I didn't care about, but the middle-aged foreign man actually said to me, "Little girl, how about having sex with me?"

Some of my classmates came back from having sex with black men and proudly bragged about it everywhere, but I didn't like foreigners, so I said, "No! Thank you."

However, I thought it might be useful to practice my foreign language conversation with him.

I ignored him and went back to my room, too lazy to watch their battle.

A little while later, my parents brought back five boys around my age (supposedly members of the G University Couples Exchange Research Society), and they all had sex with my mother.

I didn't want to see any of them, so I hid in my room alone, but hearing my mother's loud moans made it impossible to study.

Normally, I wouldn't feel anything from my parents' lewd noises, but this time it created a strange feeling, so I reached into my underwear and started masturbating.

I had to finish quickly to calm myself down, otherwise I couldn't study at all. But even after several masturbations today, I still couldn't calm my mind.

I needed to use the restroom. As I stepped out of my room, I saw a naked student standing blankly in front of it, a towel wrapped around his waist, head bowed in thought.

I asked, "What's wrong?"

Our eyes met, and I had a strange feeling.

"It's... I can't do it. I can't do that kind of thing because I need to create an atmosphere."

"Oh, really? But isn't that a loss?"

"But seeing them unable to bear it makes me sad, and I still need to be mentally prepared."

He didn't want to stay inside, but had nowhere else to go, so he stood in front of the restroom.

I felt sorry for him.

"Then... how about coming to my room?" I blurted out.

"Is that okay?"

"Sure!" I felt like I was enticing him.

He obediently followed me to my room, and we sat side by side on the bed. The only other things in the room were a desk and a chair.

Just then, I heard my mother's cries from next door: "Ah...good...good...more...more..."

I wondered: How many men is my mother having sex with now? And what is my father feeling, watching from the side? Sigh! I really don't understand what adults are thinking. I think I can understand, but I don't want to understand.

At that moment, I couldn't help but reach out and hug his shoulders tightly. His shoulders were thin, but deep.

He also reached down to my waist and pulled me closer.

Ah...at that moment, the towel wrapped around his waist slowly bulged. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I didn't have the courage.

Although I had seen my father naked, his erection throbbing, entering and exiting my mother's vagina many times, I had never actually touched a man's penis. I had touched it once when I was very young, while bathing, but it was soft and yielding.

He held me tightly, his lips on mine, and I involuntarily clung to him, my breathing quickening.

From next door came my mother's voice: "Oh...oh..." like an animal's roar.

He reached inside my shirt, trying to remove it, but he was too clumsy and couldn't manage it. I couldn't resist and took off my shirt myself. He then tried to unhook my skirt, but again, he was too awkward, so I stood up and took off my own skirt.

I was only wearing a bra and panties when he hugged me tightly again.

It took him a lot of effort to remove my bra.

Ah! My breasts were exposed. They were beautiful breasts, which even I thought were firm and elastic.

"So beautiful!" he exclaimed.

"How does it compare to Mother's?" I asked.

"Well, to be honest, hers is a bit looser, and her nipples are too dark." He finished speaking and began kissing my breasts.

Ah! There was such a strong feeling. It was my first time kissing, and my first time having my nipples sucked. I never expected it to feel so good. Now I understand why my mother liked having her nipples sucked by men. However

, I still don't like doing this with many people; it's better with just one person. And now, it's this person who's good.

While sucking my nipple, he also grasped and kneaded my other breast.

Ah! So good! Even my lower body felt like it was being electrocuted.

"You're quite skilled; you must have a lot of experience, right?" I asked.

"No! This is my first time. I came here today thinking I could finally shed my virginity, but the scene was too terrifying, so I've never had sex before."

Oh! So, it's a virgin and a virgin together! He seemed embarrassed, trying to hide the bulge around his waist from the towel wrapped around his waist.

I casually touched that area, and although it felt very unnatural, the action gave me great pleasure.

Ah! His thing was hard and elastic.

After I touched it, he seemed stimulated as well; he finally couldn't hold back and started taking off my panties.

I wanted to resist, but that would definitely make him give up, so I let him take them off.

Ah! He removed my panties from my round, white buttocks. This was the first time a man had ever taken off my panties.

Between my full, snow-white thighs, only a little hair grew; sitting on the edge of the bed, all you could see was a small triangle. He also took off the towel wrapped around his waist. Ah! That thing was erect, its isolated appearance quite cute, its color not as dark as my father's. Compared to the men who came during the swapping, his was as lonely and cute as a pen tip. I liked his large pen tip very much, and couldn't help but reach out and grasp it tightly. "Ah...this feels so good!" His body trembled slightly. Then he pushed me down, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as we fell onto the bed. I was afraid he would see my private parts, because it was embarrassing, so I held onto his neck tightly. "So beautiful, your body is so beautiful," he whispered to me. Of course, I'm different from my mother; I'm young! And I have long legs and a great figure; I'm very confident in my body. At that moment, he brought his nose close to my cleavage, smelling it, then moved his nose downwards, repeatedly saying, "It smells so good, really so good." Actually, I wasn't wearing perfume or anything. I felt intensely excited and nervous, knowing my thighs were trembling, partly from embarrassment, and partly from great anticipation. I involuntarily closed my eyes; I knew my face was red to the roots of my ears. He seemed to sense this and asked, "Are you scared?" "No! Not scared!" I said, then hugged him tightly again. Because his body was raised, I ended up hanging on his neck. Finally, he couldn't support my weight and I pulled him down, our bodies falling onto the bed, so we were now overlapping. Then, he started kissing me. Ah! So good. Our mouths were locked together, lips pressed tightly, tongues intertwined. He slipped his hand between my legs, and my body tensed naturally, trying to clench my thighs, but somehow he placed one leg between mine, making it impossible to close them. Ah! His fingers touched my most sensitive spot, though his hand seemed hesitant. But that awkwardness only amplified my pleasure; it felt wonderful, and my vulva began to moisten again. Just then, I heard my mother calling from next door: "Ah! Yes...right...right...right there..." He finally inserted his fingers into my vulva. Ah! It was an indescribable pleasure. My body began to tremble, and I pressed my face against his chest, my breathing quickening. At that moment, I felt my full body and his slender frame completely pressed together. He pulled my hand to touch his thing. It was thick and hard! But perhaps a little smaller than the men my father swapped partners with. But too big was terrifying; his was the ideal, with that thickness, it probably wouldn't hurt too much to go in, right? I quickly let go, but then resolutely took it in my hand again. "It's really hard," I said. "First time?" "Yes, I've seen it before, but this is the first time I've touched it." Under his guidance, I slowly stroked his hard thing. The head was smooth, but it was erect like it was about to explode, throbbing hotly—probably this is how a man feels when he's in pleasure? "I don't know anything, teach me," I said. "Mmm! Just touching like this makes me feel so good." He pulled my hand to the band-like area on the back of his penis, and I started rubbing it there. "Ah...so good...so good!" He groaned as he inserted his fingers deeper... "Can I go in? I've been wanting to for so long. I didn't want to do this today because you're a virgin." "Yes...please." I couldn't help but say. I knew that one day I would have to give up my virginity, and if it was with him, I was willing... He seemed to have made up his mind. He pulled his fingers out, then forcefully spread my legs, and entered between them. Looking at my snow-white buttocks and inner thighs, he pushed his hard, erect member up. I felt that his hardness had reached its limit. He rubbed the head of his penis against my wetness from top to bottom, and then it slid in with a soft "plop." Ah! But no...it can only go in a little bit. "Ouch!" I groaned. Since I was a virgin, I probably still had my hymen. "No! I can't get in." He seemed very distressed. "It hurts...it hurts..." I moaned. "Then...should we stop?" he asked considerately. "No! I want it!" I said, my body trembling. "I think it's just temporary pain, please bear with it." He kissed my forehead, comforting me. "I'll bear it, but if it hurts too much, you have to stop." I covered my face with my hands, spread my legs, and waited for him to try again. "I heard that women need to relax to avoid pain," he said. But I didn't know how to relax. At this moment, he lowered his head, smeared saliva on his glans, then parted my labia and gently inserted his glans. His glans managed to enter, so he held my buttocks tightly and slowly inserted himself, little by little. At this moment, I didn't feel any pain. Suddenly, I seemed to hear a "plop" sound, and at the same time, his hard thing slid in all at once. Ah...it's in. My hole suddenly expanded, it felt so good, I let out a groan, feeling a bit suffocated, but also a kind of pleasure. The moment he inserted himself, my opening began to tighten, clamping down on his penis, I wondered if it hurt him. "Ah...that feels so good!" He stopped moving after he inserted himself, as if savoring the feeling of me clamping down on him. I, too, trembled and enjoyed that feeling after he inserted himself. We were both trembling, as if we were giving each other signals, as if we were having a conversation. I used to think humans could only speak, but now I know they can communicate like this. He held me tightly, moved but still, quietly enjoying the beauty of our union. "Is it all in?" I asked.

"Hmm! It's all the way in, now we're completely sealed together."

"Really?" I wanted to confirm that it was inside, so I reached under my buttocks and touched something round like a appendage.

I was startled and immediately pulled my hand back, but driven by curiosity, I mustered the courage to touch it again. His thing did indeed extend out from this appendage and enter my cavity.

I let go after I understood. But for some reason, tears streamed down my face. I didn't know if it was from joy or sorrow; I was no longer a virgin.

My mother's voice came from next door again, but this time I quickly lost track of it.

At this moment, he began to move slowly.

Ah! How sweet! It didn't hurt at all anymore, but there was immense pleasure.

It was as if the frustration accumulated over the years from hearing the annoying voices of my parents next door had finally been released.

He began to thrust in and out forcefully, feeling my inner flesh wrapped around his member with each movement and friction.

It was such a pleasure…

“Ah! That’s wonderful, I never knew it felt so good. I never imagined a woman’s inside could feel this good,” he said excitedly.

At that moment, I was almost melting.

“Is this good? Is it good? How about this?”

He tried all sorts of positions, but they all felt good; I couldn’t tell the difference.

The inside of my vagina felt wonderful, but the friction of his pubic hair against my most sensitive spot was also wonderful.

“I never want to do this with anyone else in my life.”

“Me too, shall we get married?” he asked.

“Hmm… okay!”

But I didn’t know his name or where he lived.

Ah… but to be able to do this kind of pleasurable thing forever, and to enjoy the pleasure of sex like my parents, I couldn’t wait to get married.

"Ah! Good! Ahhh..." I suddenly felt a strange sensation and cried out loudly, my whole body trembling, as pleasure spread to every pore.

Tension and relaxation alternated...

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

The student from G University suddenly became vigorous, thrusting powerfully, then his whole body shuddered.

Ah... he was ejaculating.

Maybe I'll get pregnant, but it doesn't matter, I'll marry him.

Thinking this, I couldn't help but hug him tightly, thrusting my hips upwards from below, and then we intertwined tightly...

From then on, I became addicted to sex.

Nothing felt so good, filled with beautiful romance, inspiring a positive outlook on life, and leaving me feeling exhilarated afterwards.

When I was little, I used to bathe with my father. But when I entered junior high school and started menstruating, he still insisted on bathing with me. When I didn't want to, my mother would say, "Why don't you want to bathe together? You're such a strange child."

But in other families, when a girl's breasts started to develop or she started menstruating, either the father refused to bathe with her, or the daughter refused to bathe with her.

I was afraid of being embarrassed when my friends asked, so I stopped bathing with my father. However, after my parents finished bathing, they would walk around the house naked, and they didn't seem to care about their behavior. It was I who felt embarrassed.

Sometimes I couldn't stand it and would say, "Other families don't do this. Just wrap a towel around yourself!"

"Why hide what you already have? After all, you were born from me," my father would say, and then deliberately shake his dangling member for me to see.

Not to mention my father, my mother would also walk around with her full breasts or buttocks exposed.

I said, "Don't do that! It'll be so embarrassing if my classmates come over." "

What nonsense are you talking about? You grew up on this milk. But my shape hasn't changed, it's the same as when I was young." My mother said, holding up her breasts and standing in front of the mirror, admiring herself.

Once, while I was taking a bath, my mother used her fingers to spread her genitals and showed them to me, saying, "Look, you were born from here."

I ran away in embarrassment, but my mother followed me to my room and asked me what was going on.

Also, I had been masturbating for a long time, but it was just a childish act of rubbing myself on the corner of the table.

Once, my mother accidentally saw me masturbating, but she said, "What are you doing? Don't do that. You need to wash and disinfect your fingers. It feels better to use your fingers. Using the corner of the table might hurt that important area. Let me show you!"

"No! No!" Before I felt embarrassed, I felt helpless.

But perhaps it was my parents' unique sex education, designed to prevent me from feeling guilty about sexual activity. Because I grew up like this, I didn't feel embarrassed to my parents about being caught masturbating, nor did I resent them like my friends did. However, I still felt that my parents were more excessive than others. My

mother made a lot of noise during intercourse, and my father also seemed to enjoy sex, doing it at least once every two days, if not every day.

When I sleepily went to my parents' bedroom, they would make no attempt to hide it. My mother would be naked, straddling my father, vigorously writhing her snow-white buttocks.

I had witnessed my parents having sex many times since I was little. At first, I thought they were wrestling, but gradually I realized something was wrong.

"What are you doing? Aren't you wrestling?" I asked.

"No, we're doing something very pleasurable. Child, when you grow up, you should find a good man and do this kind of thing often. Ah... good... good... so good... ah... ah..." My mother said as she rode on top of my father, violently writhing her buttocks.

I squatted beside my mother, watching my father's penis going in and out of her body, but I didn't feel any eroticism. I only thought that adults do strange things.

So when I went to kindergarten, I said to the boy next to me, "Let's play mommy and daddy."

"Oh! Play house? Are there bowls or something?" he said.

"No! You have to take off your pants and lie here, and I'll be on top of you, like this." As I said this, I made him lie on his back on the plastic sheet and then pulled out his little penis.

When I tried to ride on it, the teacher noticed and immediately ran out, shouting, "What are you doing?"

I replied blankly, "We're doing what Mom and Dad do."

This still became a problem; my parents were called in by the teacher and given a scolding. My mother seemed quite troubled, but she told me, "You can't do that kind of thing in kindergarten, and you can't do it in front of others. It's only allowed at home."

I've heard that similar education exists in countries like Norway and Sweden, but I'm still unsure which is better.

Later, when I started studying hard for my high school entrance exams, my mother's noise every night became too much. Sometimes I couldn't help but knock on their door and protest, "Can you please be quieter?"

My mother would always say in a blissful voice, "Sorry! But it's so comfortable..."

I wonder if she has mental problems. I think these parents are beyond saving, but I don't hate them.

However, I don't find the sounds of my parents having sex lewd. But I'm not very interested in sex, and I rarely masturbate anymore.

Perhaps that's why I don't have a boyfriend. Although I often receive love letters, I don't want a one-on-one relationship.

Sometimes, my mother would say, quite thoughtfully, "At your age, it's understandable that you want to have sex, but you must use a condom. There are condoms in this table; do you know how to use them? Otherwise, you can practice on Dad."

Wasn't my mother's joke a bit too much?

However, when my parents seriously started their so-called "swapping" game, I was genuinely shocked.

I protested, but my mother said, "Mom and Dad have different lives than children. Children have their own lives. Raising you is our duty, but we won't restrict your freedom, so you can't restrict Mom and Dad's freedom either."

What could I do? And yet, what my parents said seemed to make some sense.

This is completely different from other parents who only allow themselves to do good deeds, get angry or restrict their children's freedom when they have friends of the opposite sex, or use their adult status to control their children, or put pressure on their children simply because of parenting, completely ignoring their children and only caring about watching TV.

Speaking of which, we don't have a TV at home, and the three of us always have a pleasant family dinner together. My parents believed that watching TV while eating would diminish the parent-child relationship. I've heard that other fathers prevent their children from watching the shows they want, instead watching their own favorites like sumo wrestling or baseball. I'm grateful to my parents for that, but now, thinking back, they were only interested in pornography and didn't care about other programs at all.

However, my father was probably different from others; he never scolded his children. He said, "Humans are born to do what they love, and families are just a collection of independent individuals. How much of what family members like to do depends on the father's magnanimity."

Looking back, I was indeed never scolded or interfered with.

In my second year of high school, when I discussed with my parents which school to apply to or which job to pursue, they said, "You're a high school student now, decide for yourself! Discuss it with us, we have to be responsible."

I don't know if that was understanding or irresponsible.

Putting all that aside, my parents seem to have recently developed a great interest in partner swapping. My parents told me, "We're going to do couples swapping. There will probably be couples swapping with each other, or other men and women, at our house, but don't worry too much."

My mother, smiling broadly, seemed quite happy, adding, "Mommy'll be very loud then, but you're used to it, so you won't mind, right?"

They were so open-minded; I didn't know what to say. I don't know

if it was my father who suggested it first, or my mother who suggested it, but anyway, we sent photos of the couple to a couples swapping magazine for publication. Because we didn't hide our faces, my colleagues at work immediately found out, and it quickly became a big problem. But my father didn't care at all, saying, "It doesn't bother anyone, what's wrong with it? Besides, people who see these photos are probably interested in couples swapping, right? How about we do it once? We can also expand our couples swapping network at work."

Everyone seemed speechless, and the matter was dropped.

Afterwards, my father even told his boss, "Want to come to my house and have sex with my wife? She's got a great 'sex machine'!" He

also told the female employees at the company, "Come to my house and play with us! I'm confident in my sexual abilities."

Everyone was at a loss with him, but no one disliked him either.

Leaving that aside for now, let me report on the first time my partner, the couple I was exchanging partners with, came to my house.

My parents were busy from the morning (Sunday), making sushi, preparing sake, cleaning the room, changing the sheets, and making other preparations for their welcome.

The couple who arrived at dusk were a friendly teacher couple. Because my parents were very generous in encouraging them to drink and eat, seemingly very moved, both men got completely drunk and couldn't do anything.

I heard everything clearly from my room through the wall.

"Is it no good down there? It's no good here either."

"Men are really useless. Wife, try sucking my thing, maybe that will help."

"Yes! I'm trying my best to suck!"

"You're really useless! Okay, I'll try my best too."

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'll have to use other methods to serve you."

"I'm so sorry! It's such a pity to be facing such a beautiful woman like you!"

"Yes, with such a charming lady spreading her snow-white thighs, I'm really useless! I'll try harder next time, please give me another chance." He

only said some regretful words, without a trace of eroticism. I pressed my ear against the wall to eavesdrop, and I was disappointed.

However, my parents didn't like me eavesdropping. They said, "If you want to eavesdrop, you might as well come in and watch. The door won't be locked."

But no matter what, I didn't want to see my parents exchanging partners with other couples.

They weren't afraid of failure this time. Later, when the couples who were exchanging partners came, they were still busy from morning till night. But this time they didn't drink alcohol; they decided to wait until after they were done, so they had to make sure everything went smoothly.

I knew this situation, so I made up my mind this time too.

"I've come to watch," I said, and sat down in the corner of my parents' bedroom to observe, naturally knowing everything.

My father was thrusting into his wife, who was short but had a full figure and a slightly protruding belly, in a riding position.

My mother sat on her thinner husband's long, dark penis, her hands on her chest, her buttocks moving up and down.

When I went in, my parents simultaneously said to the other couple, "Excuse me! Let her look around! You can enjoy the view."

The other couple seemed surprised for a moment, but said, "Oh! This is also an ideal education!" and then continued their thrusting.

However, both couples seemed to quickly forget my existence.

My parents participated in couples swapping, and they made no attempt to hide it from me, their teenage daughter in high school, which confused me greatly.

Once, they brought back a foreign couple for couples swapping, which I didn't care about, but the middle-aged foreign man actually said to me, "Little girl, how about having sex with me?"

Some of my classmates came back from having sex with black men and proudly bragged about it everywhere, but I didn't like foreigners, so I said, "No! Thank you."

However, I thought it might be useful to practice my foreign language conversation with him.

I ignored him and went back to my room, too lazy to watch their battle.

A little while later, my parents brought back five boys around my age (supposedly members of the G University Couples Exchange Research Society), and they all had sex with my mother.

I didn't want to see any of them, so I hid in my room alone, but hearing my mother's loud moans made it impossible to study.

Normally, I wouldn't feel anything from my parents' lewd noises, but this time it created a strange feeling, so I reached into my underwear and started masturbating.

I had to finish quickly to calm myself down, otherwise I couldn't study at all. But even after several masturbations today, I still couldn't calm my mind.

I needed to use the restroom. As I stepped out of my room, I saw a naked student standing blankly in front of it, a towel wrapped around his waist, head bowed in thought.

I asked, "What's wrong?"

Our eyes met, and I had a strange feeling.

"It's... I can't do it. I can't do that kind of thing because I'm someone who needs to create atmosphere."

"Oh, really? But isn't that a loss?"

"But seeing them unable to bear it makes me sad, and I still need to be mentally prepared."

He didn't want to stay inside, but he had nowhere else to go, so he stood in front of the restroom.

I felt sorry for him.

"Well...how about we go to my room?" I blurted out.

"Is that alright?"

"Sure!" I said, almost as if I were enticing him.

He obediently followed me to my room, and we sat side by side on the bed. The only other things in the room were a desk and a chair.

At that moment, I heard my mother's cries from next door: "Ah...good...good...more...more..."

I wondered: How many men is my mother having sex with now? And what is my father feeling, watching from the side? Sigh! I really don't understand what adults are thinking. I think I can understand, but I don't want to understand.

At that moment, I couldn't help but reach out and hug his shoulders tightly. His shoulders were thin, but deep.

He also reached down to my waist and pulled me closer.

Ah… at that moment, the towel wrapped around his waist slowly bulged. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I didn't have the courage.

Although I had seen my father naked, his erection throbbing, entering and exiting my mother's vagina many times, I had never actually touched a man's penis. Although I had touched it while bathing when I was very young, it was soft and yielding then.

He hugged me tightly and pressed his lips to mine. I involuntarily hugged him back, my breathing becoming rapid.

From next door, I heard my mother's voice again: "Oh… oh…" like an animal's roar.

He reached inside my shirt, trying to take off my clothes, but he was too clumsy and couldn't manage it. I couldn't resist taking off my shirt myself. He tried to unhook my skirt, but he was too clumsy and couldn't manage it, so I stood up and took off my skirt myself.

I was left only in my bra and panties, and he hugged me tightly again.

It took him a lot of effort to take off my bra.

Ah! My breasts were exposed. They were beautiful breasts that even I thought were firm and elastic.

"So beautiful!" he exclaimed.

"How does it compare to Mother's?" I asked.

"Well, to be honest, hers is a bit looser, and her nipples are too dark." After he finished speaking, he kissed my breasts repeatedly.

Ah! There was such a strong feeling. It was my first time kissing, and my first time having my nipples sucked. I never expected it to feel so good. Now I understand why my mother liked having her nipples sucked by men.

However, I still don't like doing this with many people; it's better with just one person. Right now, it's this person.

He suckled on my nipple while kneading my other breast.

Ah! It feels so good! I even feel an electric shock down there.

"You're very skilled; you must have a lot of experience, right?" I asked.

"No! This is my first time. I came here today thinking I could shed my virginity, but the scene was too terrifying, so I've never had sex before."

Oh! So, it's a virgin and a maiden together! He seemed embarrassed, trying to hide the bulge of the towel wrapped around his waist.

I casually touched that area, and although it felt very unnatural, the action gave me great pleasure.

Ah! His thing is hard and elastic.

After I touched him, he seemed to be stimulated as well. He finally couldn't hold back and started to take off my panties.

I wanted to resist, but that would definitely make him give up, so I let him take them off.

Ah! He took off my panties from my round, white buttocks. This was the first time a man had taken off my panties.

Between my plump, snow-white thighs, only a little hair grew. Sitting on the edge of the bed, all I could see was a small triangle.

He also took off the towel wrapped around his waist.

Ah! That thing was erect, its isolated appearance quite cute, its color not as dark as my father's. Compared to the men who came during the swapping, his was as lonely and cute as a pen tip.

I liked his big pen tip very much and couldn't help but reach out and hold it tightly.

"Ah...this feels so good!" His body trembled slightly.

Then he pushed me down, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as we fell onto the bed. I was afraid he would see my private parts, because it was embarrassing, so I held onto his neck tightly.

"So beautiful, your body is so beautiful," he whispered to me.

Of course, I'm different from my mother; I'm young! And I have long legs and a great figure, so I'm very confident in my body.

At this moment, he brought his nose close to my cleavage and smelled it, then moved his nose down, repeatedly saying, "It smells so good, really smells so good."

Actually, I wasn't wearing perfume or anything.

I felt intensely aroused and nervous, knowing my thighs were trembling, partly from embarrassment and partly from great anticipation.

I involuntarily closed my eyes; I knew my face was red to the roots of my ears.

He seemed to sense it too and asked, "Are you scared?"

"No! Not scared!" I said, then hugged him tightly again.

Because his body was raised, I ended up hanging on his neck. Finally, he couldn't support my weight and I pulled him down, our bodies falling onto the bed, so we were now overlapping.

Then he started kissing me.

Ah! That felt so good.

Our mouths met, lips pressed tightly together, tongues entwined.

He slipped his hand between my legs, and my body naturally tensed, trying to squeeze my thighs together, but somehow he placed one leg between mine, making it impossible to close them.

Ah! His fingers touched my most sensitive spot, but his hand seemed hesitant.

But that awkwardness only made it more appealing; it felt so good, and my vulva began to moisten again.

Just then, I heard my mother calling from next door again: "Ah! Okay...yes...right...this is it..."

He finally inserted his fingers into my flesh.

Ah! It felt indescribably wonderful.

My body began to tremble, and I pressed my face against his chest, my breathing becoming rapid.

At that moment, I felt my full body and his thinner body completely pressed together.

He pulled my hand to touch his thing. It was thick and hard! But compared to the man my father used to exchange partners with, it was perhaps a little smaller. But too big was terrifying; this was ideal. With this thickness, it probably wouldn't hurt too much to go in, right?

I quickly let go, but then resolutely grasped it again.

"It's really hard," I said.

"Is this your first time?"

"Yes, I've seen it before, but this is the first time I've touched it."

Under his guidance, I slowly stroked his hard member.

The head was smooth, but it was erect like it was about to explode, pulsating hotly. I guess this is how a man feels when he's in pleasure?

"I don't know anything, teach me," I said.

"Hmm! Just touching it like this makes me feel good."

He then pulled my hand to the band-like area on the back of his penis, and I started rubbing it there.

"Ah...so good...so good!" He groaned as he inserted his fingers deeper...

"Can I go in? I've been wanting to for so long. I didn't want to do this today because you're a virgin." "

Please...please," I blurted out.

I knew I would have to give up my virginity someday, and if it was with him, I was willing...

He seemed to have made up his mind. He pulled his fingers out, then forcefully spread my legs, inserting his body between them. He looked at my snow-white buttocks and inner thighs, pushing his hard, erect member against me.

I felt his hardness had reached its limit.

He rubbed the head of his penis against my wetness from top to bottom, then slid in with a soft "plop. "

Ah! But no...it could only go in a little bit.

"It hurts!" I groaned. Because I'm a virgin, I probably still have my hymen? "No! It won't go in." He seemed very sad.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..." I groaned.

"Then...should we stop?" he asked me considerately.

"No! I want to!" I said, my body trembling.

"I think it's just temporary pain, please bear with it." He kissed my forehead, comforting me.

"I'll bear it, but if it hurts too much, you have to stop."

I covered my face with my hands, spread my legs, and waited for him to continue.

"I heard that women need to relax to avoid pain," he said.

But I didn't know how to relax. At this moment, he lowered his head, smeared saliva on his glans, then parted my labia and gently inserted his glans.

His glans barely went in, so he held my buttocks tightly and slowly inserted it little by little. At this time, I didn't feel any pain.

Suddenly, I heard a soft "plop" sound, and at the same time, his hard thing slid in all at once.

Ah...it's in.

My opening suddenly expanded, it felt so good, I groaned, a feeling of almost suffocating, yet mixed with pleasure.

The moment he entered, my opening began to tighten, gripping his penis tightly, I wondered if it hurt him.

"Ah...that feels so good!"

He stopped moving after he entered, as if savoring the feeling of me gripping him. I, too, trembled and enjoyed the sensation after he entered. We both trembled, as if exchanging signals, communicating with each other.

I used to think humans could only speak, but now I know we can communicate like this.

He held my buttocks tightly, moved but still, quietly enjoying the beauty of our union.

"Is it all the way in?" I asked.

"Yes! It's all the way in, now we're completely sealed together."

"Really?" Wanting to confirm, I reached under my buttocks and touched something round like a appendage.

I was startled and immediately pulled my hand back, but driven by curiosity, I mustered the courage to touch it again. His thing did indeed extend from that appendage and enter my cavity.

I released my hand after understanding. But for some reason, tears streamed down my face; I didn't know if it was joy or sorrow, I was no longer a virgin.

My mother's voice came from next door again, but this time it quickly faded.

Then he began to move slowly.

Ah! So sweet! The pain had completely subsided, replaced by immense pleasure.

It felt like years of pent-up frustration from hearing my parents' annoying voices next door had finally been released.

He began to thrust in and out forcefully, feeling my inner flesh wrapped around his member with each movement and friction.

It was pure pleasure…

“Ah! That’s wonderful, so this is how wonderful it is. I never imagined a woman’s inside could be this good,” he said excitedly.

At that moment, I was almost melting.

“Is this good? Is it good? How about this?”

He tried various positions, but they all felt good; I couldn’t tell which was better.

The inside of my vagina felt good, but the friction of his pubic hair against my most sensitive spot was also wonderful.

“I never want to do this with anyone else in my life.”

“Me too, shall we get married?” he asked.

"Hmm...okay!"

But I still don't know his name or where he lives.

Ah...but being able to do this kind of pleasurable thing forever, and to enjoy the pleasure of sex like my parents, I can't wait to get married.

"Ah! Good! Ahhh..." I suddenly felt a strange sensation, cried out loudly, my whole body trembling, and pleasure spreading to every pore of my body.

The tension and relaxation came...

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

The student from G University suddenly became vigorous, thrusting powerfully, and then his whole body trembled.

Ah...he's ejaculating.

Maybe I'll get pregnant, but it doesn't matter, I'll marry him.

Thinking this, I couldn't help but hug him tightly, thrusting my hips upwards from below, and then we intertwined tightly...

From then on, I became obsessed with sex.

Nothing felt so good, filled with beautiful romance, inspiring a positive outlook on life, and leaving me feeling exhilarated afterwards.

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