My first time of pleasure

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Countless times I've fantasized about my first time with a woman: it would be in a newlywed room adorned with bright red "double happiness" characters, a beautiful bride, her red veil veiled, sitting shyly on the edge of the bed awaiting my favor. I, on the other hand, would stand proudly, surveying my wife, waiting for her to beg me to sleep with me. I would then feign impatience as I lift her veil, she would help me undress, and we would consummate our relationship, completely subjugated by my virility. Finally, she would plead with me to inspect her handkerchief stained with semen, while I nonchalantly sip my tea. That's what I wanted.

But now, reality has shattered my dreams. The festive new room has become an interrogation room, the comfortable bed a desk, the shy bride a vicious woman old enough to be my mother, and even my most sacred first time as a man was in her hands!

"Is this your first time?" The woman's question broke the eerie silence. I ignored her, bowing my head to mourn my dejected brother, feeling utterly dejected. "Don't act like your mother died. It's not like you've never ejaculated before. You've done it countless times in secret, haven't you?" "You're the one who does it every day!" I retorted loudly, feeling wronged. Ever since I started practicing martial arts as a child, a normal man's wet dream had never occurred between my legs. If it weren't for waking up every morning to find my penis erect, I would doubt whether I was a normal person. "Oh! Still feeling wronged? Fine, I was wrong. Okay, I'm still a pure little virgin!" "You're the virgin!" I retorted indignantly. "Oh dear, you're giving me a hard time! You've grown all your pubic hair and started talking back! Do I have to beg you? Who was shouting and yelling about wanting to fuck me just now! Now you're going back on your word?" I was speechless.

After an awkward silence, I looked up at the woman. She was still staring at me with a stern face, and I glared back at her relentlessly. After a long while, she suddenly smiled sweetly. "Little darling, don't be angry. I'll apologize to you, okay? Look how pitiful this little brother looks, all snotty-nosed!" I suddenly felt a hand reach between my slightly parted legs, and then I felt a cool sensation between my legs. My penis, which had gone limp from the release, was being held in her hand! Just as I was about to struggle, the woman's other hand hooked around my neck. As I instinctively reached out to push her away, a tingling sensation in my lower body slowed my movements. My hands, which were originally meant to push her away, landed unintentionally on her full breasts! A smooth, warm sensation I'd never felt before washed over me instantly. I stopped moving as if electrocuted. Then came another tingling, itchy feeling. The woman was gently caressing my scrotum with her cool, smooth palms, her fingertips slowly stroking my perineum. My heart immediately began to race. Just as I was about to twist my waist to escape this irresistibly stimulating sensation, the hand around my neck suddenly tightened, pulling me forcefully towards her. A beautiful, delicate face, both charming and alluring, was almost touching mine. Her warm breath washed over me, and I heard a soft, sweet voice I'd never heard before. "Little brother, you're so dirty. Shall I help you wash it clean?" Hearing this unusual tone, I couldn't help but swallow. Then I noticed that the breast pressing against my hand was starting to gently rub against my palm. Soon I noticed that a hard protrusion had appeared at the tip of the soft flesh in my palm, wriggling slightly. Surprised by this change, I lowered my hand to take a closer look, but the woman pressed her body closer to me. The hand that was originally around my neck became an embrace, and her smooth pink face pressed against my cheek. I could clearly feel the warm breath she exhaled as she breathed into my ear.

Her hand was still caressing me between her legs, but it had moved from my scrotum to the tip of my already erect penis. The woman's cool palm, like silk, gently rubbed my half-exposed glans. An unbearable tingling sensation made me instinctively thrust my hips towards her palms, my hands gripping her waist. The woman, however, slightly tightened her grip on my penis, stopping me. She lightly licked my earlobe and said, "You won't get your little penis clean like that. Lie down on the table, and let me wash it properly for you!" Her

gentle tone made me lose all resistance. The kiss on my ear made me fantasize about what was about to happen. Before I knew it, the woman and I had switched places; I was now sitting at the table while she stood barefoot on the floor. She looked at my somewhat bewildered expression, licked her lips, and smiled sweetly at me. She bent down, supporting my scrotum with one hand and holding my penis with the other, and softly said, "Let's start washing your little brother now." Then, she began to stroke my penis up and down. A strong pleasure suddenly came over me, and I started to tremble. My erect penis became a little sore with her movements. Just when I couldn't bear the feeling of pleasure and pain coexisting, the woman lowered her head and gently licked the head of my penis with the tip of her tongue. The wet and slippery touch made my penis throb. The strong impulse made me feel a hot current uncontrollably surging towards the head of my penis. As if sensing this hot current, the woman beneath me pinched the base of my penis hard with one hand and grabbed my testicles with the other, rhythmically pulling them downwards. With her pulling, the hot current and the throbbing of my penis magically disappeared! The woman looked up at me and smiled, "Your little penis is restless again." I was about to retort when I saw her lower her head and stroke my penis a couple more times before slowly kissing my hot glans!

My glans was gently enveloped by the woman's warm lips, as if being caressed by a pair of gentle little hands. A uniquely comfortable and relaxing feeling, different from before, kept spreading to my brain. As if by telepathy, the caress of her lips was no longer limited to the tip of my glans but gradually moved downwards. While caressing, she gently but firmly pushed aside the foreskin covering most of my glans. With a slight tearing sensation, my glans was fully exposed for the first time. An unprecedented feeling of relaxation and ease instantly filled my brain. The woman's constant swallowing and embracing brought this feeling to its extreme. I subconsciously thought that this must be what it felt like to fuck a woman! "No wonder that old eunuch always looked so excited when he talked to me about how to enjoy women. But he's been penile since he was a child, so where does he get that feeling from?" As I was lost in thought, I suddenly felt a strange sensation on my glans. It was as if my glans had touched a soft yet firm mass of flesh. The flesh was incredibly slippery and slowly circled around my glans, gradually expanding its range. A tingling sensation traveled all over my glans with the movement of this flesh, and my heart began to flutter with this feeling.

I forced myself to focus on the woman before me. She had my penis half-taken from her mouth, her cheeks heaving, and her face was already slightly sweaty. Suddenly, I understood—this ecstatic sensation came from the caress of her tongue. Seeing her struggling, I felt a pang of emotion and reached out to stroke her hair. Sensing my touch, she released my penis and gave me a sweet smile. "You know how to be considerate of your older sister now, little brother, was it good?" That smile was so sweet and genuine. Without a word, I pulled her into my arms. Her exposed body had become icy cold. I stroked her back, and after a moment's hesitation, she slowly leaned into my embrace.

I was speechless. This situation completely shattered the image I had of her. Was this woman before me still the same harsh and strict special training instructor? I gazed at her. Her dignified, fair oval face was slightly flushed, with beautiful almond-shaped eyes, a few faint crow's feet at the corners, and a slightly thin mouth beneath a straight, delicate nose. It was the first time I noticed that this strict instructor was also an absolute beauty. Although she was no longer in her prime, she was definitely still charming and possessed an indescribable allure and temperament. "Old woman, nothing to look at, no flowers on your face." It was her usual tone, but I could still detect a hint of gentleness. "Sister, you're not old, you're still a great beauty, I like you the most." "Such a sweet mouth, who is it that dreams about stripping me naked and spanking my bottom at night? If I remember correctly, that person seems to be right in front of me!"... That's right, I had been woken up dozens of times in my sleep by talking in my sleep, and then punished by running. In the end, it was the instructor who taught me Japanese history who taught me a self-hypnosis method that helped me get rid of this habit.

"Sister, it was my fault. I know I was wrong now. You were only doing it for my own good. Otherwise, I wouldn't even know how I died." I quickly admitted my mistake. "Well..." I was a little anxious. To stop her from continuing, I opened my mouth and kissed her lips.

A foul, pungent smell rushed into my nostrils. The woman's lips also had a salty, fishy smell. I frowned. What was this smell? Why did the woman smell so bad? The woman in my arms realized my change and hurriedly said, "It's all my fault. I didn't rinse my mouth. It smells awful... Ugh..." Before she could finish, I kissed her again. I suddenly realized that it was the smell of my penis! Even I felt nauseous from the smell, but she had been kissing and sucking on it for so long without showing any disgust. How much self-control did that take! The only reason she could do this without hesitation was that she truly liked me!

I kissed her lips frantically, my tongue licking her lips incessantly, sucking her saliva hard. I wanted to cleanse the strange taste from her mouth, to express my apology, and to show my love for her. The woman responded passionately, sometimes gently biting my lower lip, sometimes playing with my tongue, and even probing my mouth with her tongue. Gradually, this was no longer enough to fully express our love. The long kissing made my mouth dry, and the fire in my heart burned brighter and brighter, making me lose control. My lips slowly parted, and looking at the woman before me, her face flushed and slightly panting, I pressed my lips to her forehead. Starting from her full forehead, I kissed every inch of her face, then gently nibbled on her rounded earlobe, rubbing it slowly, my tongue occasionally teasing her ear canal. This intimate caress made her pant even more rapidly; I could feel her trembling in my arms. Suddenly, the woman… She forcefully pushed me away, and before I knew it, she pulled open my shirt, grabbed my head, and pressed it against her chest. My vision went black, and then my face was buried between two soft mounds of flesh. A milky fragrance filled the air, along with a slightly sour smell of sweat. I began to greedily lick and suck between her breasts. When the sweat smell completely disappeared, I moved to one breast and touched the other. Her breasts were like two rice bowls placed on her chest. The areolas were small but dark, covered with tiny bumps. The nipples were dark purple, large at the top, about the size of a peanut, but thin at the base. They sagged slightly due to her age, but were very soft, feeling like a bag of water to the touch. I circled the dark purple areolas with the tip of my tongue, then brushed the nipples from bottom to top with my tongue. When she let out a soft moan, I gently rubbed the nipple between my lips, while one hand covered the other breast and gently kneaded it.

Soon, the woman's breathing became rapid. She gasped for breath and pressed down hard on my hand, which was kneading her breasts, squeezing them so hard that her breasts were flattened. Only her nipples stubbornly remained erect, wriggling in my palm. Just as I was worrying that I was hurting her, I heard her panting voice in my ear, "Good boy, good little brother, suck harder, it tickles me! Suck harder! Quickly!" I gradually increased the pressure of my mouth, but she still complained that it wasn't enough. I gritted my teeth and bit her erect nipple, slowly increasing the pressure. When I felt that her nipple had been flattened, I started sucking hard again. At this moment, the woman let out a high-pitched scream, which startled me. I quickly let go, but she said, "Continue! Don't stop! Like this! This feels so good!" So I continued to caress her breasts in this almost sadistic way, and this forceful biting and sucking seemed to bring her great pleasure, making her eyes shine and her desire rise. One of her hands kept stroking my penis.
I was no longer satisfied with this caressing. My burning penis continued to swell, and the throbbing pain from the glans made me instinctively thrust harder, quickening the rhythm of the woman's stroking. I stopped kneading her breasts, stood up straight, spread her legs, and lifted them up. She tacitly grasped my penis and guided it to her lower body. After the glans brushed against her soft labia, it entered an incredibly moist and warm cave. The throbbing pain in my penis miraculously disappeared, replaced by a feeling of invigorating comfort. Without hesitation, I began to thrust in and out. The sensation of my penis was so clear. The woman's labia slid smoothly back and forth across the shaft, and the glans felt as comfortable as if it were soaking in a hot spring. She responded with moans.

After a few thrusts, I felt less aroused. Although the pleasure remained, there was a sense of emptiness. The penetration felt deep and boundless, the thrusts light and easy, nothing like the legends. I was a little discouraged. "Seeing is believing, it seems the ancients exaggerated too much." So, what should have been an intense, soul-stirring act became a mechanical back-and-forth motion of my hips. I even felt a little bored. Looking at the woman beneath me, whose passion had also faded, I casually changed the direction of my thrusts. In this unconscious exploration up, down, left, and right, I suddenly discovered that when my penis thrust diagonally upwards… Then, the woman's reaction was noticeably different. She began to squeeze her legs together tightly, her moans grew louder, and she started to actively respond. I realized this was similar to her reaction when I forcefully squeezed her breasts. "So she likes to be fucked hard!"

I placed her legs on my shoulders and pressed them against her upper body, my hands supporting me near her ears as I began to thrust forcefully. Because her legs were tightly closed, the pressure between her legs increased significantly, giving me a sense of power. The woman beneath me also reacted intensely, her calves on my shoulders starting to hook around my neck, and her lower body increased the speed of her thrusts. I was still not satisfied with this feeling. My temper grew increasingly agitated. In a fit of rage, I grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it hard. The woman gasped in pain, and her lower body suddenly tightened. To my surprise, her previously empty vulva suddenly became tight, my glans enveloped by a soft mass of flesh, my penis surrounded and squeezed by muscles that suddenly appeared from all sides. The sensation was so exquisite that it almost made me ejaculate instantly. "So that's how it is!" I steadied myself and began thrusting forcefully. Each time I reached the deepest point, I either vigorously kneaded her breasts or pinched her nipples hard. Her vagina also frequently... The woman's tightness and constant massage of my penis intensified my pleasure, making my body tremble with excitement. Each thrust brought even more sensation, as if my glans was being tightly bitten and sucked by a small mouth, with fluid occasionally gushing out and splashing onto my glans. My penis felt like it was being alternately stroked by an invisible hand. The woman's moans turned into cries, and the intense pain in her chest caused her to tremble and her muscles to spasm. It was this spasm that made her tighten her lower body, bringing me immense pleasure. I also realized from her intense reaction that pain can also bring pleasure, and the limit of pain is often the source of pleasure.

In the midst of this act, which resembled rape, I gradually reached the brink of climax. The woman's screams turned into howls, her face frequently alternating between expressions of pain and pleasure. She would occasionally pinch my arm hard, her legs already wrapped around my waist, her feet pressing against my buttocks. She herself would thrust her lower body rapidly to meet my thrusts. Suddenly, she pinched my nipple. Before I could react, a sharp pain shot through my chest like lightning, causing me to stop thrusting. I pressed myself tightly against her lower body, and then my mind went blank. All my senses were concentrated on my glans, which began to tremble strangely, faster and faster. The pleasure was amplified infinitely with this trembling. Then, a warm current rose from my lower abdomen and surged towards my penis. My penis immediately swelled up and began to throb. This throbbing made me unable to hold back any longer. The hot current broke through the restraints of my glans and shot into the depths of the woman! A feeling of exhaustion instantly spread throughout my body. When the ejaculation stopped, I couldn't support myself any longer and collapsed softly onto the woman. The woman hugged me tightly like an octopus. A cool liquid flowed from deep within her vagina, feeding back into my glans and running down my penis to my lower abdomen before disappearing without a trace.

The clear liquid brought me back to consciousness, and the exhaustion vanished, replaced by a feeling of rejuvenation. My penis, though still erect after the intense ejaculation, remained hard. I looked at the woman before me, her eyes tightly closed, her lips trembling. She lay limply on the desk, her forehead covered in sweat, her soft breasts drooping at her sides, covered in purplish scratches. Only her still-erect nipples indicated the intensity of her orgasm. I stood up and withdrew my penis. The woman let out a long sigh and remained still. I looked down; her labia seemed to have lost their elasticity, drooping limply. The opening between her labia was slightly ajar, and a white, sticky fluid slowly dripped onto the floor. I couldn't help but lovingly pick up the shirt lying beside her and began to wipe her messy lower body. The woman then let out a sound of pleasure. "That was so exhilarating! Little brother, you're amazing! I almost died! I wish this could last forever!" I blurted out, "Then I'll stay with you forever, big sister!" "Get out of my way!" The woman suddenly kicked me in the thigh. Caught off guard, I was knocked back two or three steps. I looked at her, bewildered. "Women are all sluts! They're not worth your trust, much less entrust your life to! They're just lowly whores! You've made this old woman so infatuated with me that you forgot your mission! What good are you now?!" She sat up abruptly, shouting angrily, "They can entrust their lives to you in your bed today, but tomorrow they'll be slutty and wanton to another man. Desire makes women lose their minds, lose themselves. Remember this: to save your life, never trust any woman!"

"Big sister, thank you for reminding me. I almost made a mistake again," I realized. I still had a difficult task waiting for me; how could I indulge in this now! "Alright, now get out of here and think carefully about what you should do next!" She started dressing herself, ignoring me completely, as if our passion just now was a dream, and once the dream ended, it was over.

[The End]

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