Online Digest - My Sexual History 01

(I) My Boy's Sexual Awakening Teacher.

I was born in a small county town. My hometown was quite beautiful, with few businesses and a pleasant natural environment. However, it was economically underdeveloped. Both my parents worked in government offices—what we now call civil servants, but back then they were called state cadres. My family was relatively well-off. I was their only son, and they loved me dearly, though not excessively. When I was fourteen, my father was promoted to deputy commissioner of the regional administrative office, in charge of the local economy.

My mother also moved there with him. At the time, my grades were good; I was among the top students in school. To avoid affecting my studies, they left me alone at school to live in the dormitory. This decision proved to be a mistake.

The day I moved into the dormitory, I felt like a released pigeon. I had never spent a night alone before, and everything was so new and exciting. I excitedly chatted with my roommates until midnight. In the 1980s, city children often didn't mature as early as rural children; after all, the vast countryside fostered early maturity. The older kids in the dorm would often tell risqué stories after lights out. My penis would get really hard listening, and before I knew it, some sticky discharge would come out. Since it dried quickly, I didn't care much and was too embarrassed to say anything.

When I was ten, I was already a top chess player in the county. At twelve, I even participated in the Sixth National Games' junior group competition and won third place. There was a female chess player on the team whose parents were Shanghai educated youth sent down to our hometown. Her mother was our chess coach and the girls' dance coach. The female chess player's name was Liu Min, and she took her mother's surname; her mother's name was Liu Jieyu. Because Liu Min was a girl, she would wash my clothes and clean my shoes when we went to the provincial capital for competitions. We were classmates and chess friends, and we had a very good relationship. We both had feelings for each other; I think that was a budding romance.

Liu Min's father had originally been labeled a rightist, but my father helped him get his rehabilitation and persuaded him to stay in our county. Both of us were intellectuals, and there was a sense of mutual respect between us. Combined with our relationship, our families became very close. After my parents were transferred, I asked her parents to take care of me. Every Sunday, they would cook something nice and invite me to their house for dinner. Although I was only fourteen or fifteen, I always felt that her parents' relationship wasn't very good. They weren't as affectionate as other couples; they were polite but distant, rarely speaking. If one said something, the other would react coldly. I secretly asked Liu Min what was wrong with her parents. Liu Min told me that her father often took pills, and her mother often argued with him at night. Seeing her tears, I didn't ask any more questions and tried to cheer her up.

Before I knew it, it was time for the high school entrance exam. Liu Min and I both did well. The cutoff score for vocational high school was 416. I scored 450, and Liu Min scored 426. We disagreed on whether to go to high school or vocational high school. My parents wanted me to go to high school, since they were university graduates. Liu Min's parents wanted her to go to vocational high school, which would guarantee her a job after graduation, a cadre status, and the opportunity to return to Shanghai. So, I went to the county's top high school, while Liu Min was admitted to a finance and accounting vocational high school in Shanghai. We spent the wildest summer together, and then in the sad autumn, I saw her off on the train heading south. As she left, she cried and told me to visit her often. I choked back tears and promised, continuing to do so as always.

By my first year of high school, I was a sixteen-year-old, a young adult with a light mustache and a significant growth spurt. My parents would sometimes come down to check on my work and rush over to see me, their eyes always filled with loving and satisfied smiles. My mother wanted to transfer me to another school, but since my current school was one of the top in the province, and I didn't want to leave the place I grew up with and my classmates, she didn't insist.

I still visited Liu Min's house every week. Her father, being a skilled technician with excellent English, had been transferred to the region by my father. A rich mineral deposit had been discovered in our area, and my father had a disagreement with some local officials. The officials wanted to extract the resources and sell them abroad, but my father believed this would only yield meager profits. He suggested introducing foreign technology, training our own technical personnel, focusing on refined processing, and selling the products abroad to earn foreign exchange. The intellectual's simple idea, however, unexpectedly cost the relatives and friends of these local officials a money-making opportunity. My father, preoccupied with the local economy, rarely paid attention to me. My mother would occasionally visit, but only hurriedly leave some pocket money. Most of the time, it was Aunt Liu Jieyu who took care of me.

Days passed by, and life was uneventful. If it weren't for the change of homeroom teacher, I think my life would have continued smoothly. The arrival of the new homeroom teacher changed my fate. My previous homeroom teacher was ill and recuperating. The new homeroom teacher was named Yu Dacheng, also a sent-down youth from Shanghai. Several years ago, he had asked my father for approval for steel (at that time, it was a planned economy, and everything required approval). My father found out that he wanted to resell the approval documents, so he reprimanded him, and Yu Dacheng held a grudge ever since.

On my first day in class, they moved me to the last row, to sit with the worst students. Then they removed me from my class officer position. Next, rumors spread throughout the school that my middle school entrance exam scores had been altered by my father at the request of the education bureau, and that my father had embezzled funds. I was foolish and started to decline. They didn't praise me for answering questions correctly in class, and punished me by making me stand if I was wrong. They never questioned me if I was late or absent. Soon my grades plummeted, and I spent my days hanging out with delinquents. (This experience is absolutely true, and it's why I've always hated teachers. Although I also bear some responsibility, a child whose mind has been misled and damaged has no motivation to study.) In the first semester of my second year of high school, my father's negotiations to import foreign technology finally made progress, and my parents became even busier.

They noticed my declining grades but didn't have time to pay attention to me, so they put me up with Liu Min. My first experience in life finally arrived.

On my first day at Liu Min's house, Liu Jieyu cooked a lot of delicious food. Seeing me wolfing it down, she laughed incessantly, but the look in her eyes seemed so melancholic, carrying a hint of sadness. I thought it was because she felt we were making her old. Actually, Liu Jie was only thirty-five or thirty-six years old. Later, during our conversation, I learned that she had been raped and impregnated by a village team leader when she was sent to the countryside at eighteen. She hastily married Liu Min's father, whose kidneys were damaged by a kick during a parade of rightists. For many years, the two had no sexual relationship. Because of her trauma, Liu Jie didn't seem to care much about this aspect, making her appear much younger than her actual age. That night, she let me sleep in Liu Min's room, washed my blankets, and replaced them with new ones.

When I saw Aunt Liu taking my blankets and clothes to wash, I thought, "Oh no, there are so many semen stains on them!" (Having taken sex education class, I already knew a lot). I quickly ran over and said, "Aunt Liu, I can wash them myself." Aunt Liu laughed and said, "Little rascal, how old are you? Don't be shy! I'll do it, you go to sleep." I could only dejectedly leave the bathroom, thinking maybe Aunt Liu wouldn't notice? I peeked at her through the crack in the door. Aunt Liu was wearing cotton pajamas, her bra and briefs faintly visible underneath. She was sitting on a small stool, her bottom sticking out, rubbing my clothes. Washing machines were rare in the 1980s, but her family had one. People always thought they weren't clean enough, so they rubbed them first before putting them in the washing machine. After washing the clothes, she picked up the quilt to soak and suddenly noticed traces of my semen. My face flushed red, but I saw Aunt Liu frozen, holding the quilt in a daze, slowly bringing it to her face and deeply inhaling it. My first thought was that Aunt Liu didn't know what it was, so I quickly ran inside to sleep.

Liu Jieyu worked at the county sports commission. Because she came from the big city of Shanghai, and her father was a retired professor, she had received a lot of cultural education from a young age and had many talents. She led a chess class and also taught a dance class at the sports commission, so her work was very busy. Every morning, she would make breakfast for both of us, eat, and then rush off to work on her bike. Since she studied humanities while I chose science, she couldn't tutor me and had to study on my own while she took care of housework. Being in puberty, I was incredibly curious about everything related to women. Plus, since it was just the two of us at home, I started paying attention to Liu Jieyu's behavior and fantasizing about her.

Although Liu Jieyu had already given birth, she looked much younger because she took good care of herself and we didn't have much intimacy. She was also very skillful, altering underwear into streamlined styles and boxer briefs into triangles, highlighting her curvaceous figure. Her skin was exceptionally good, fair and smooth, and she had long, flowing hair; she looked no more than 30 years old. Sometimes, when I was home alone, I would open her wardrobe, and her bras, panties, and even menstrual belts became my playthings, leaving traces of my semen. But she never locked the door. Later, she said she already knew but didn't want to say anything because she thought I was still a child. I guess she probably liked it when I did that.

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. Liu Min came back for summer vacation and then rushed back to Shanghai. She seemed much different and more fashionable. She brought me back a lot of trendy clothes, but she no longer held my hand tightly when we went out like before. One Sunday, Liu Jieyu, wearing a batwing top, stirrup pants, and a pair of off-white high heels, asked me to go grocery shopping with her. When we got to the market, it was packed with people because of the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival. She held my arm tightly, afraid of getting separated from me, but even so, we still got separated because she was looking around.

Just then, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw my junior high classmate, Jiang Tao. His father was the deputy director of the Industry and Commerce Bureau, and after graduating from junior high, he arranged for him to work as an assistant administrator at the Bureau. He skillfully pulled out a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes from his pocket and insisted on giving me one. We started chatting, but after only a few words, there was a commotion at the chicken market, so I went with him to see what was going on. Unexpectedly, Liu Jieyu stood there, pale-faced, while a forty-year-old man stared at her with lewd eyes, and a woman beside her hurled insults at her. Tears streamed down Liu Jieyu's face. Seeing her pained expression, my heart ached. Without asking why, I rushed forward and punched the man, knocking him to the ground. Then I turned and slapped the woman.

No matter how strong a sixteen or seventeen-year-old is, they're no match for an adult. The man got up and hit me several times, and his wife joined in, tearing at me. Liu Jieyu just stood there, frozen like a statue. My classmate arrived with market security officers, handcuffed the couple, took them to the office, and gave them a severe beating. He said they also confiscated their prostitutes. I grabbed Liu Jieyu and turned to leave. Only halfway there did I notice a cut on my arm, bleeding profusely. Liu Jieyu was terrified and rushed me to the hospital. They cleaned my wound, gave me a tetanus shot, and stitched it up with six or seven stitches. She kept muttering, "What am I going to tell your mother when she comes?"

I said, "It's okay, I'll just tell her I fell off my bike, that'll be fine." When we got home, Liu Jieyu told me to lie down on the bed immediately, put an ice pack on my face, and went to the kitchen to make me some soup. By evening, the wound had probably become infected, and I started to have a fever of nearly 40 degrees Celsius. Liu Jieyu helped me to the hospital, where I got an IV drip of penicillin. I wasn't quite sure what was going on when we went, but I felt much better when we came back. The cool autumn night air and the cold wind made me much more alert. Liu Jieyu is about 1.65 meters tall, and I'm almost 1.80 meters. With her supporting me, my right hand dangled around her chest. I could clearly feel her breasts through her undershirt—they were big and firm, and my little brother couldn't help but get hard. Liu Jieyu's face flushed red, but I pretended not to notice, inhaling her fragrance, feeling refreshed and wishing we could stay like this forever.

When we got home, after putting me on the bed, Aunt Liu turned to pour me water to wash my feet. Through the neckline of her batwing shirt, I could see her fair and alluring cleavage. My eyes widened; I didn't even hear her speak to me. Aunt Liu looked up and saw my gaze fixed on her chest. Her face instantly turned crimson, and she glared at me resentfully before picking up the foot basin and running out. I knew she was angry, and I felt a little scared. Aunt Liu then took a towel to wipe my face. I leaned against the headboard, and she sat beside me. To ease the awkwardness, I made conversation, asking her what happened at the market that day. She burst into tears upon hearing this and hesitantly recounted her story.

It turned out that the middle-aged man selling chickens was the squad leader who had raped her years ago. The woman next to him was his wife; Liu Jieyu later sued her husband and served ten years in prison. Today she wanted to buy a chicken to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with me, but unexpectedly ran into him. His wife called her a slut, a whore who seduces men. Actually, I overheard all of that. I noticed Liu Jieyu's face getting redder and redder, and sensed something was wrong. I touched her head; it was a little hot. She probably caught a cold from the stress of the day, being all sweaty from caring for my injury, and then being exposed to the wind. I told her to take some medicine.

Liu Jieyu sat on the edge of the bed, and when I told her to go to sleep, she said, "I'll go wash up; you go to sleep first." Listening to the alluring sound of water in the bathroom, coupled with the pain in my wound, I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, the pain woke me up. I felt a tightness in my chest, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Liu Jieyu asleep on the edge of my bed, her long, black hair draped over my face, her head resting on my chest, her left hand on my penis, and tear stains still visible on her face. Seeing this, my penis immediately became erect. Seeing her sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bear to wake her, so I continued to pretend to be asleep. Pretending to be asleep was unbearable, especially since her hair was tickling me. I couldn't help but move slightly, and she seemed to notice, moving as well. I quickly closed my eyes, but my penis wouldn't obey, still standing erect. I could only peek at her through my half-closed eyes.

She slowly raised her head, and her hand instinctively reached out, just in time to touch my penis. I pretended to move slightly, and she noticed the bulge under her hand, even touching it, and then shyly spat, "This little devil is really grown up now." This action spurred me on. I pretended to talk in my sleep, saying, "Sister Jieyu, don't be afraid, I'll protect you! As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you. I'll protect you for life." Hearing this, she froze, her eyes filling with tears again. Then I flailed my arms and said, "Don't touch my Jieyu!" Unexpectedly, I touched the wound, and the pain almost made me cry out. On a whim, I used this opportunity to wake up. Pretending to be in pain, I grimaced and rubbed my eyes, saying to Liu Jieyu, "Auntie, you didn't sleep last night? Why are your eyes so red?"

Liu Jieyu quickly turned her head away and said, "I woke up a while ago, just about to wake you, you little sleepyhead! You were talking in your sleep." I looked blank and said, "What did I say?" She said, "What were you calling 'sister'? It was..." "Whose daughter is she?" I thought to myself, "I'm getting lucky," so I deliberately acted coy and said, "No one, Auntie, you must be lying to me. I'm with you all the time, how could I call you 'sister'? I'd be afraid you'd hit me if I wanted to." Liu Jieyu said, "Actually, it feels awkward when you call me 'auntie.' Your mother is more than ten years older than me. If it weren't for Xiaomin, I would have called her 'auntie' too."

I continued the conversation, "Then I'll call you 'sister' from now on. 'Sister Jieyu' sounds much better than 'Auntie Liu.'" Liu Jieyu smiled helplessly, "You're just talking nonsense. Calling me 'sister' is fine, but only when it's just the two of us." I happily replied, "Sister Jieyu, YES, MADMAM." She laughed and said, "Alright, alright, little brother, let me cook for you." (My father and mother married late due to historical reasons. My father's family was actually landlords, but because he was adopted by his uncle when he was young, they later became rich peasants. He and my mother were college classmates, and for this reason, they didn't get married until they were 30. They had me when they were 35, so she was almost 18 years older than Jieyu.)

After breakfast, Jieyu said, "I'm going to my dance class. I'll buy a chicken for you to eat at noon." Then she asked me, wearing a beige dress, "Does this look good on me?" I said, "You're beautiful, you look good in anything." Then she picked out a pair of long nylon stockings, put on a pair of high heels, and ran off to her dance class. I hadn't walked for five minutes when I heard a knock at the door. Thinking she'd forgotten her keys, I ran to open it. It was Jiang Tao and another friend. They immediately said, "Dude, you were really something yesterday! You knocked out that chicken seller's teeth, and I beat him up too. The security team knew he had a criminal record, so they locked him up for 15 days." Jiang Tao had been beaten up by one of my friends, and I'd helped him, so he idolized me.

"I brought the VCR that the security team confiscated, and a few porn tapes too. Put them down for me; I can't go home to watch them, my mom would kill me." Back then, VCRs were a novelty, and most tapes were smuggled, mostly Hong Kong Category III films and European and American adult films. Watching porn would result in confiscation, fines, and even re-education through labor. I looked at the tapes: one was "The Ghost Child," another was "The Game," and the last was the American film "The Bride in the Barn." I connected the VCR to the TV and deliberately didn't adjust the settings, so naturally I couldn't see a picture. I lied to Jiang Tao, saying the machine might be faulty and had broken from walking. Jiang Tao was terrified and said, "What are we going to do? Even though we're not in a hurry to return it, we can't return a broken one!" I said, "Xiaomin's father is coming back the day after tomorrow. I'll ask him to fix it, and then you can come and see it." He could only leave dejectedly.

After seeing Jiang Tao and his friend off, I rushed to the sofa, turned on the TV, and started watching with great interest. "The Ghost Child" wasn't particularly interesting, but the female lead looked remarkably like Sister Jieyu; the way she changed her underwear in the room was practically her alter ego. After finishing "The Ghost Child," I put on the American DVD. The plot and camera transitions were perfectly coordinated, clearly made by a reputable company. My penis remained erect, uncomfortable against my waistband. I took out the underwear and nylon stockings Sister Jieyu had changed into the night before, smelling the faint, fishy scent of vaginal discharge. With Sister Jieyu's stockings on my penis, I watched the enticing video while constantly stroking it with my hand.

Everyone says masturbation can lead to premature ejaculation, but I guess because I knew I had plenty of time, I never rushed to ejaculate, finding pleasure in the stroking motion. Perhaps because of the frequent friction on my glans, my sensitivity decreased, and the duration of my masturbation became longer and longer. I glanced at the clock on the wall, estimating that Sister Jieyu wouldn't be back for another hour, so I felt more confident and bolder in my hand movements, calling out to Sister Jieyu. "Sister Jieyu, I want to fuck you." Suddenly, I heard a sigh beside me, a sound that felt like a thunderclap to me.

I was completely stunned. The ugly daughter-in-law had to meet her in-laws eventually. I slowly turned my head and saw my Sister Jieyu standing beside me. Her hands were tightly gripping the sides of her skirt, her calf muscles trembling stiffly, her white teeth biting her lovely red lips. I said "Sister Jieyu," but I didn't know how to continue. My left hand held my shorts, my right hand held my socks, and my shorts were pulled down to my knees. Seeing the blood flowing on the ground, it was clear that Sister Jieyu had been standing there for a long time.

Sister Jieyu staggered towards the kitchen. I threw away my underwear and socks, hastily trying to grab her and explain, but my pants tripped me. My hands landed on her calves, causing Sister Jieyu to fall to the ground as well. Because she was holding onto the hem of her skirt, it rode up as she fell, revealing her white panties directly to my head. I breathed heavily, my breath catching her genitals. There was a noticeable yellowish stain on the waistband of her panties. She kept saying, "Xiaopeng, Xiaopeng, no…don't…do…this." Her legs swayed weakly on the ground. In that instant, through the gap in her panties, I saw a clump of dark pubic hair. Although I had seen it countless times in videos and fantasized about it countless times while masturbating, this was the first time I had ever seen it.

My mind went blank for a moment. I released my grip and braced myself on the ground, leaning my upper body towards Sister Jieyu, stammering, "Sister Jieyu, I love you, I love you!" My actions probably startled her, reminding her of the past. She cried out in anguish, "No, no!" One hand grabbed my shoulder, the other tried to push me away, but accidentally grabbed my burning penis. Just as we were both frozen in place, there was a knock at the door. We both froze, only to hear a neighbor call out, "Jieyu, didn't you forget to buy ginger? Here are two for you."

Sister Jieyu hesitated for a moment before replying, "Thank you, Sister Xu, I found a piece at home." After saying this, she couldn't help but smile. In that instant, countless thoughts raced through my mind. One was that if I let go, apologizing would probably be useless, and I would probably have to leave this house forever. Even if kind-hearted Jieyu didn't say anything, I wouldn't have the face to stay any longer. The other way was to do what you'd seen in those pornographic videos: force the issue. Seeing her smile, a plan formed in my mind, and I forgot all about the pain in my penis. Success or failure hinged on this.

Listening to the neighbor's footsteps slowly fading away, Sister Jieyu said to me in a forcedly calm tone, "Get up, Xiaopeng. You're still a child; this will hurt your body. I won't tell anyone about what happened today. You're still my good Xiaopeng, be good." From her tone, I knew she wasn't angry; otherwise, she would have been my aunt. I deliberately touched my wound against her leg, and cried out, "Ouch!" Hearing my cry of pain, Sister Jieyu quickly checked my wound, and my verbal offensive began:

"Sister Jieyu, no matter how much my wound hurts, it's not as painful as my heartache. I've liked you since I was twelve. Seeing you unhappy every day, hearing from Xiaomin that you two were arguing, made me extremely sad. Five years, I've liked you for five years. I'm not a child anymore, I'm a strong man. Every time I masturbate with your underwear, I'm thinking about your beauty, your goodness. I love you, and as long as I'm here, no one can hurt you. I'll protect you for life! I'll love you for life. If I leave you, I'll die; there's no point in living!" Mixed with the sleep-talking I'd pretended to say that morning, my sincerity was even more apparent, and it also stirred her memories. I guessed all the unpleasantness of the past years came flooding back. While I was speaking, my hands weren't idle. One hand gently touched her delicate little feet, while the other caressed her breasts, occasionally wandering over her neck and earlobes.

Based on our observations, I noticed that her face would flush red when I accidentally touched these areas, indicating they were her sensitive spots. My other hand slowly moved towards her thigh. My frank confession stunned Jieyu. She stared intently at my youthful yet deliberately mature face, and I met her gaze without flinching. As expected, her fair face turned red again. But her reason still tried to stop my teasing, "No, Xiaopeng, no... no, Xiao...peng, don't... touch... me... there..."

"Then where do you want me to touch?"

"Touch. No, nowhere... don't... touch." Although it was my first time, I had rehearsed countless times in my fantasies, so I was quite adept at it. I wrapped my arms around her neck and gently stroked her left earlobe.

My hand was already inside her panties, and I used my wrist to pull the waistband down to her thighs. My middle finger wandered back and forth between her vulva. Liu Jieyu was already quite wet from watching porn behind me, and with the teasing earlier, she was even more aroused. My finger swam like a fish in water. "No...don't...ah...Xiao...Peng...I...am...older...than...you...I...am...your...aunt!!" She wanted to say that she was my aunt.

But before she could finish speaking, my middle finger was already inside her, and Jieyu gasped. If I let her continue like that, I was afraid she would wake up and push me away. I didn't want her mouth to be idle either. I tightened my grip on her neck, and Jieyu's head stopped shaking. I kissed her. Her lips were initially tightly closed, trying to resist the entry of my tongue, but as my fingers entered her vulva, she couldn't help but let out soft moans. My tongue finally entered her mouth. Despite watching countless pornographic films and understanding much about the female body and sex, I had never kissed before. My first kiss was inexperienced and offered no pleasure. Jieyu felt the same way; she simply stuck her tongue in my mouth.

I released her lips, rolled her dress up to her chest with my left hand, and unhooked her bra from the side. Her breasts bounced out like two white rabbits. Jieyu's nipples were large, like two black grapes. I couldn't resist taking them into my mouth, pinching one nipple with my left hand and playing with it. I sucked on the right one tightly; my mouth felt nothing, but my left hand felt the nipple hardening. Jieyu covered her face with one hand and tried to pry my fingers off her vagina with the other.

"Xiao...Xiao Peng, please...let go of your sister, my back hurts so much, please let me get up, okay?" Sister Jieyu pleaded with me. Seeing that her eyes seemed a little red and swollen, I softened a bit and was about to give up when I said, "Sister will get up and help you get it out, okay?" I was overjoyed and stood up, pulling her up while taking off her clothes. Sister Jieyu stood on the ground, seeing me staring at her like a wolf, and was so ashamed that she didn't know where to cover herself with her hands. She tried to cover her breasts, but her genitals were exposed in front of me, and no matter how she tried to cover them, she couldn't. So she simply covered her face with her hands.

I pulled her to the sofa, then lay down and pressed the replay button on the VCR. Sister Jieyu squatted in front of me and started stroking me with her hand. "Xiao...Peng, let sister help you...get it out, and we'll pretend nothing happened, okay...?" "Okay," I knew in my heart that unless I wanted to ejaculate, she probably wouldn't be able to do anything, so I agreed first.

She leaned over me and clumsily began to stroke me with her hand. It was her first time doing this, and she couldn't even control the pressure. My penis even felt a little painful, but just as I wanted, after nearly ten minutes, my penis was still erect like a giant snake, with no intention of ejaculating. I said, "Sister Jieyu, if you don't come soon, I'll fuck your ass." She shuddered at that.

At that moment, the bride on TV was greedily sucking the photographer's penis, swallowing the semen he ejaculated, and smearing the oozing fluid from the glans on her face and chest. Jieyu watched the woman on TV, hesitated, then opened her small mouth and put the glans inside. The moment it entered her mouth, I sensed something was wrong and almost ejaculated. I quickly pinched my wound to bring myself back to my senses. Fortunately, Jieyu wasn't very experienced with oral sex either; her teeth scraped the glans, and the pain reduced my excitement.

I glanced at the pornographic film where a man was licking a woman's genitals, and the woman seemed very excited. I lifted Jieyu's legs, positioned her genitals against my mouth, and began licking. "No, it's dirty there… ah…" Jieyu's voice trembled. I knew I had done it right and licked even more vigorously.

Jieyu's suppressed desire was rekindled by me. I alternately touched her nipples with one hand and spread her legs with the other, carefully observing her genitals while licking. Jieyu's labia parted due to arousal, revealing her pink vaginal opening. Everything I had read in my sex education textbook was now displayed before my eyes. Strange? Where is the clitoris? It should be above the vulva, right? The handwritten notes all say that it's a woman's vital point. I slowly parted her labia majora with my hand, revealing a cute little bud.

It turned out that Jieyu had never had sexual relations with anyone after being raped and giving birth to Xiaomin. She was still untouched. Her vulva was covered with white, fishy-smelling grime, which I cleaned with my tongue. Then I licked upwards from below, and sweet and sour love juice flowed out incessantly. When my tongue reached her clitoris, Jieyu forgot about sucking my penis, arched her body, and screamed. "No...no...it itches...ah, itches...ah!! Ah!!!" Her long hair, which had been tied up, had already come loose. It swayed with the shaking of her head, and the lewd sounds from the television intensified our atmosphere.

Jieyu's body was straddling my head in a horse-riding position, her big buttocks pressing down on my face. I used my hand to lift her lower body, continuing to lick her tender clitoris while inserting the middle finger of my other hand into her vagina again. Before, the rapid in-and-out motion hadn't felt anything. Now, as my finger slowly moved, my fingertip touched a bumpy spot about the size of a five-cent coin inside her vagina, which I guessed was the erogenous zone mentioned in books.

I gently scratched it with my finger. At this moment, Jieyu was no longer concerned with helping me ejaculate and ending this mess. She was rubbing her face and breasts vigorously with both hands, biting her lower lip tightly, and making indistinct whimpering sounds. Her clitoris, which had grown from the size of a mung bean to the size of a soybean, I enveloped it with my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, feeling it grow larger and harder. My fingers, inserted into her vagina, began to feel tightly enveloped by the tender flesh of the inner walls.

Her legs began to pull together, clamping my head tightly between them. Leaning upwards, she squeezed her nipples forcefully with both hands. My fingers could no longer move freely in and out of her vagina, so I simply pressed them against her and rubbed them haphazardly. Due to the change in her body shape, my mouth slid down to her anus. At that moment, I couldn't even tell what was going on. Sister Jieyu was always careful about personal hygiene; even her anus didn't smell bad. I licked her anus haphazardly with the tip of my tongue.

Jieyu's spirit had collapsed. Her tightly clenched lips finally parted, her small nose glistening with sweat, and she twitched incessantly, emitting heavy breaths. Her entire face was distorted, an expression of both pain and pleasure, as if an angel and a demon were intertwined. In truth, I couldn't do anything now; the only thing I could move was my tongue, and I could only work even harder. Her mature 35-year-old body, which hadn't had sex for over a decade, could no longer hold on. She sobbed, uttering seductive, distorted words.

"No... Xiao... Peng! No... I... can't... take it... anymore... I'm going to... die... ah...! Ah...!!!" I tried to pull my fingers out, but her vagina gripped them tightly, preventing me from moving.

"No... no, no... no!" I deliberately said, "If you don't want it, I'll pull it out." She practically screamed, "No... no... pull it out." The volume of her distorted words grew louder and louder. I started to fear that the neighbors would hear, so I quickly grabbed my underwear and stuffed it into her mouth. Jieyu felt like she was being tossed about by wave after wave in a vast ocean. Suddenly, she froze, the muscles on the inside of her legs trembling uncontrollably. She grabbed my thighs with both hands, and her whole body began to shake violently.

She suddenly spat out the underwear from her mouth and burst into tears. She collapsed onto my body, a large puddle of fluid gushing from her genitals, slightly foul-smelling, soaking my head and face. I had assumed all women were like this during sex, until I learned in the army that she was experiencing ejaculation, commonly known as urinary incontinence.

Jieyu's intermittent sobs slowly subsided. I rolled her over and laid her on the sofa, then went to the bathroom to wash her quickly. To be honest, the smell was awful; those perverse descriptions in novels were incomprehensible.

I washed a hot towel and wiped the tears from her face. I sat down beside her, put my arm around her waist, and softly asked,

"Jieyu, are you feeling better?" Jieyu turned over and looked at me. I thought she was going to slap me, but instead, she hugged me tightly, sobbing, "Thank you, Xiaopeng. You've shown me what a woman is. You won't look down on me, will you?" "How could I? Have you forgotten what I said? You're my goddess, the person I love most. I was even afraid you wouldn't want me anymore." Hearing my words, Jieyu was moved and cupped my face in her hands, bringing her lips to my mouth. I remembered how comfortable she looked when I licked her genitals earlier, my tongue swirling around, so I put my tongue in her mouth and swirled it around repeatedly. Her saliva was so sweet, and I sucked on it hard. Unexpectedly, this worked perfectly. She made a muffled snort, a soft groan, and couldn't help but respond with her own tongue, our tongues intertwining...

I kissed her teeth and lips fiercely. She pressed her lower abdomen against my bulging lower abdomen, twisting and turning. After a long kiss of about five minutes, I released her. Jieyu's eyes were misty and wet, and she said to me sadly, "Xiaopeng, did we make a mistake?" "Jieyu, I'll fuck you today, and I'll be willing to be run over by a car tomorrow." Hearing this, she covered my mouth with her hand, spat, and told me not to let her mouth open. Her face was flushed with excitement, and she closed her eyes. We kissed again.

I thought it would be a waste if I didn't do it now, so I played with her tender petals with my fingers, and then covered her vulva with my palm, gently rubbing it counterclockwise. She made a "woo-woo" sound in her throat, and when I looked down, her nipples were hard again. I wanted to spread her legs apart. "No, don't look down there," Jieyu said shyly, keeping her legs tightly together, her two cute little feet twitching incessantly. I didn't rush to penetrate her. Instead, I turned around and kissed her feet, my penis once again aimed at her mouth. This time, she didn't hesitate and began to suck and swallow. This time it felt much better.

I sucked on each of her white, tender toes, "Haha, so itchy!" I knelt on top of her, adopting a 69 position, continuing to ravage her genitals. Her rationality gradually faded; she tried to close her legs, but her waist was too weak to exert any strength, and I easily parted them. I stuck out my tongue, sucking on the fleshy part between her thighs, my fingers pressing against her clitoris. Her flower opened again, wet and glistening. I got up, took off my shirt, which was soaked with urine, and knelt between her legs.

"You can't do that!" Even though her genitals were a mess, she was still stubborn. Despite the passion we had just experienced, she was still so shy, covering her eyes with her hands. I had to overcome all the psychological barriers between us. I roughly pulled her hands away. "Look at me, look at my cock. I'm going to fuck you until you love me forever. You're mine. Your nipples are hard, what are you pretending for? Stubborn on the outside, but your little mouth down there is welcoming me." My penis entered her vagina. The long-dormant genitals were penetrated by the penis of a boy ten years younger than her, and the guilt made Jieyu's body unusually sensitive.

I lowered my head and tightly sucked on her pink areola, circling it with my tongue, occasionally lightly scraping her nipple with my teeth. My penis began to thrust, the glans rubbing against her sensitive nipple, making a squelching sound. Unlike fingers, the penis, in terms of both thickness and temperature, was something fingers could never replace. Just like masturbation and sex. The ripples from the thrusting spread from Jieyu's genitals to her entire body. A faint moan escaped from her tightly clenched lips, captivating. I almost lost control and had to distract myself.

"How have you managed all these years? Masturbation?" "Mmm..."

"Who are you thinking about? Is it Coach Wang from our class?" "No...no!" "

Is masturbation as pleasurable as this?"

"No...no." Her vagina was filled with lubrication, and my penis rubbed against her inside. My testicles slapped against her labia, making a slapping sound. Her sexy body emitted a strong odor, further stimulating my senses.

"From now on, you're my woman. Your little nectar can only be for me, understand?"

"Ugh..."

"What will you call me from now on?"

"Xiao...Peng." I casually slapped her buttocks, and unexpectedly, she let out a soft moan.

"No." Another slap, "Ah...Pengpeng!" Another slap, the prank indeed lessened my urge to ejaculate considerably.

"Darling...my...husband!" I clearly felt her subconsciously tighten her legs, her vagina contracting again, trying to clamp my penis. Her mature body, in her thirties, seemed to yearn to be penetrated by this huge object, even to have it stay inside forever. I felt myself ejaculating and wanted to pull my penis out.

"No...no...don't...pull...out."

"Beg me."

"Xiao...Peng, ah...no...husband. My...darling...my...life, hurry and fuck me, hurry, hurry, fuck me to death, fuck me to death." Her mind was already blurred, the desire to conquer and the stimulation supported me to continue thrusting. Her small feet were uncontrollably crossed and clamped around my back, her plump thighs also tightened around my waist, preventing me from withdrawing. I could only use a deep and shallow method to deal with her surging orgasms. From the beginning until now, it has been almost an hour, and I really can't hold on anymore.

"Faster, faster, faster..." She anxiously raised her waist to cooperate with my movements, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed my face randomly.

"Too tired." On the verge of madness and collapse, she suddenly stopped, pleading with me with resentment.

"What's wrong?"

"My arm hurts too much." Actually, I was looking for an opportunity to suppress the urge to ejaculate. I didn't want it to end quickly. I knew that only a long struggle could completely conquer her and win her heart.

"Stop torturing me, husband. I beg you," I said, glancing at the TV screen where the female lead was on top of a man, and a sudden idea struck me.

"Wife, get on top of me," she said impatiently, sitting down on me. Actually, neither of us had ever done this before, and as soon as she was on top, I knew we were in trouble; this position was harder for a man to control.

"Ah...yes...yes..." she murmured, expressing her pleasure, her hips writhing even more wantonly. The sounds of splashing water filled the air, the scent of her love juice growing stronger, enveloping us both. Watching her flowing hair, her bouncing breasts, and Jieyu's incessant babbling and frenzied movements, I reached my climax. The overwhelming pleasure arrived, and I couldn't resist any longer. I leaped up and pressed myself against Jieyu, my penis pounding into her vagina and uterus like a torrential downpour. Her legs clamped around my waist, pressing tightly against me. Our bodies leaned back, our genitals firmly connected.

"Fuck my cunt raw! I'm a slut, your slut, I'm a whore, a whore you can fuck whenever you want, faster, faster, faster, I'm going to explode, my cunt is going to rot, you've fucked it raw, and... I'm going to... pee..." I didn't want to say anything, I just frantically thrust in, my glans feeling waves of heat inside her vagina, my mind went blank for a moment. With a roar, my burning penis began to erupt, scalding semen gushing out, the pleasure it brought was something masturbation could never replace. Jieyu's dizzy, tearful expression, her cherry lips pursed, emitting sexy moans, her hands gripping the sofa cover, her body tensing, and streams of semen flowing from her lower body.

Since the passion had subsided, I could calmly observe and enjoy everything before me. Jieyu's full breasts stood erect on her chest, her snow-white body posed in an extremely lewd posture. Her lower abdomen had a slight bulge, a red line running down her spine. Her large, porcelain-like buttocks still hung in the air, her translucent vulva slightly swollen and red, her labia majora and minora still engorged and turned outwards. Our vaginal fluids were slowly flowing out, dripping down. Her eyes were tightly closed, seemingly still immersed in the passion of sex.

I gently stroked her face and chest, feeling her breasts still rising and falling. Jieyu let out a long breath, opened her eyes, and looked at me with brimming eyes and a faint smile on her lips. Her hands gently stroked my back. "Oh, so much sweat."

"What sweat? It's all your vaginal fluid. You sprayed me all over without warning."

"Ah...you...you're so bad! It's all your fault! I've never been so embarrassed before. Peng, let me wipe it off for you." She turned and got up. As soon as she stood up, the semen from her vagina gushed down her thighs. With a cry of surprise, she quickly covered her genitals with her hands, ran to the bathroom, squatted down, and washed herself with water, muttering, "Oh no, oh no, I hope I don't get pregnant. Let me count the days."

"If I get pregnant, I'll marry you."

"Such sweet talk, always trying to flatter me. By the time you graduate from university, I'll be an old woman."

"Then I'll marry you, this beautiful old woman." She smiled broadly as she came over with a towel to wipe me dry. After drying my upper body, I said, "And there's still down there, it's sticky." She was a little shy. "You can wipe it yourself."

"My arm hurts, dear sister, please help me."

"You grabbed my leg so hard just now, it hurts now, serves you right." Even though she said that, she still squatted down and playfully flicked the glans with her hand. "You were so fierce just now, why aren't you being aggressive now?"

"It's full, it's taking a nap." As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach rumbled. Sure enough, it was almost 1 o'clock, and she was really hungry.

Jieyu went into the room, took out her clothes, and threw them at me. "Put them on yourself, I'm going to cook." She put on a white cotton nightgown and ran to the kitchen. While she was cooking, I mopped up the blood and urine on the floor. The sofa cover was completely soaked. After eating, Jieyu took it off and started washing it with her butt sticking out. I kept her company, chatting idly, and occasionally poking her anus with my finger.

"Don't do that, it's filthy."

"I've already licked it, it doesn't smell bad, it smells good." I noticed she always reacted to these lewd words, perhaps because she was somewhat educated, appearing pure and elegant on the outside but secretly harboring desires. After washing the clothes and outer garment, we took them to the yard to hang them to dry.

Under the planned economy, everything belonged to the state. Jieyu was originally an arts teacher at the No. 1 Middle School, but was seconded to the Sports Commission. She still lived in the school's house, a detached house with no neighbors. The nearest house, Teacher Xu's, was ten meters away. My parents wanted to give me a good learning environment because it was quiet and close to the school, and they also encouraged Jieyu. Little did they expect it to become my den of desire.

At 5 pm, she put the porridge on the stove, accompanied me to the hospital to change the gauze, and bought some braised dishes on the way back. When we were almost home, I deliberately kept some distance from her, admiring her from behind. Jieyu was dressed in all black.

A sleeveless black georgette blouse clung tightly to her prominent breasts, outlining her exquisite curves. The sheer black fabric at the shoulders subtly revealed the thin straps of her bra. Her silk maxi skirt swayed with each step, her beautiful ankles peeking out from beneath. She wore black high heels on her small, size 36 feet. Sensing my gaze, she faltered slightly, her steps faltering. Just as she was about to turn and playfully scold me, she encountered Ms. Xu and her family, who were out for a walk. She stopped and greeted them.

Ms. Xu said, "Jieyu, you look so stylish today! Where did you buy it?"

"I bought it in Shanghai when I went back."

"No wonder! I was wondering where we could find such nice clothes in our small town. They must be expensive." "It's alright.

If you like it, I'll bring it back for you next time."

"Oh dear, I don't have your figure. You look like a black swan; if I wore it, I'd look like a black crow!"

"Look at what you're saying, Sister Xu isn't that much older than me."

"Sigh, almost forty, getting older every day, you'll see eventually. Why do you look so good today? Did you get a raise again? You're so lucky, getting paid from both ends!"

"Really? Maybe I had a little to drink at lunch, that's why my face is red?"

"Beautiful! I used to look like you. Sigh, just four years and wrinkles have appeared. By the way, Xiao Peng, he's grown into a handsome young man. With your mother gone, Jieyu must be working so hard. Look at us, how can she not make us age?"

"How's your father? When are you coming back so I can visit him?"

"Thank you, teacher. Goodbye, teacher."

"Look how polite that child is." Although Teacher Xu was kind and helpful, I was still incredibly annoyed by her. Not only had she ruined my mood, but she also said, "Beautiful! I used to look like you. Sigh, just four years and wrinkles have appeared. By the way, Xiao Peng, he's grown into a handsome young man." "Your mom's not here, Jieyu's been working so hard. Look at her, how can she not rush us to get old?" These words ruined the atmosphere between Jieyu and me; she looked visibly dejected and disappointed. I grabbed her and pulled her away. "Aunt Liu, I'm hungry, let's go home."

When we got home and I opened the door, Jieyu threw down the groceries, covered her face with her hands, tears streaming through her fingers. Without even changing out of her slippers, she rushed into the bedroom, collapsed onto the bed, and sobbed uncontrollably. I hated that Teacher Xu so much. I took the groceries to the kitchen and put them in the cupboard. Then I turned and went into the bedroom, turned on the light, and silently sat down beside Jieyu, gently patting her back. I casually grabbed a handkerchief from the bedside table and gave it to her. After crying for a few minutes, Jieyu turned her upper body, looking at me with resentful eyes, and sobbed, "Xiaopeng, were we wrong? Are we committing incest? Will you still love me in ten years? How can society possibly accept us? Why? Why do you like me? Why did I have to meet you? Why not seventeen years ago? God, what should I do?" Finally, she became hysterical, burying her head in the pillow and crying until she almost fainted.

I knew that although I had taken advantage of her that afternoon, reason would prevail in calm moments. If I didn't help her get through this, she would never be happy, and it might end at any moment. I took off her high heels, removed her skirt and top, took off my own coat, lay down beside her, covered her with a blanket, and held her tightly in my arms. In a gentle yet firm tone, I told her:

“When I was little, I liked being with Xiaomin. Now I realize that because you were always with her, I've always loved you. We're not related by blood, so how is it incest? My mother's love is the highest form of love, and yours is the most intimate. They're not the same thing. Jieyu, even if it's ten, twenty, or thirty years from now, I will still love you. I want to love you for a lifetime and possess you for a lifetime. Sex is just a beginning and an interlude, not the whole process. We didn't meet seventeen years ago, but we met seventeen years later. If you hadn't married Xiaomin's father, we wouldn't have had the chance to get to this point. Luckily, you're still waiting for me. There's no place for us here. Five years from now, after I graduate from university, I'll take you far away. We'll go to another city, earn lots and lots of money, and you won't have to suffer or get tired. We'll marry and have children, a boy and a girl. The boy will look like me, and the girl will look like you. I'll teach them academics, and you'll teach them arts and literature. Okay, my dear?”

These words truly came from the bottom of my heart. Seeing her pitiful state, I felt a pang of pain in my heart. The feelings of a seventeen-year-old boy are genuine, and I truly fell in love with her. At that moment, I truly matured. I sketched out my future in my mind: I would study hard and go out into the world!

Jieyu, after hearing my words, slowly stopped sobbing. My words encouraged her. Courage and confidence—for over thirty years, no man had ever spoken to her like that. Since she was raped and reported it, the perpetrator was sentenced to ten years in prison, and she married Xin Yongcheng, a disabled man, she had never experienced true love. No one dared to approach her. She mechanically went to and from work every day, a monotonous routine of home, road, and workplace. Her cold exterior gradually chilled her heart as well. Back in Shanghai, her parents treated her coldly. They hated her for her impulsive youth, for going to the countryside against their wishes, only to be raped and bring shame to the family.

Because of her narrow pelvis, she had a cesarean section in Shanghai. I saw the red marks on her abdomen—the scars from that surgery. No wonder her vagina was so tight. She felt both maternal love for Xiaomin and intense hatred for that man, which was why she wanted Xiaomin to leave her so early, and why she suffered from nightmares almost every night. Jieyu nestled in my arms, opening her heart to me from which she had never truly opened before, recounting her years of suffering with a slightly tearful voice. I didn't say a word, only held her tighter; my words and actions warmed her fragile heart.

Jieyu, like a young girl experiencing first love (in fact, this truly was her first love), asked me melancholically, "Peng, think about it, in another ten years or so, when I'm old and faded, and can't make love with you anymore, will you still love me this much?" I considered every word I spoke, trying to avoid giving the wrong answer.

"Sex, sex, even after sex is gone, we still have so much love, and children!" The beautiful vision held immense allure for her, making her ponder. Suddenly, I smelled something burning. I jumped out of bed, and Jieyu looked at me in surprise.

"The porridge is burnt!" I ran to the yard and saw that the bottom of the bowl was inedible; the porridge was almost turning into dry rice. I quickly took the pot off the stove, replaced it with a new coal briquette, and Jieyu followed me out, wearing only her coat, watching me frantically clean up.

"Are you hungry? I'll make you some noodles."

"No, today we're having the most memorable meal of the day. Go back inside, don't get cold. I'll finish up before you come out again, and don't peek!" I shooed her back. I took the groceries from the cupboard to the living room, found two red candles I'd lit for the New Year, and opened a bottle of Yantai red wine, pouring them into two glasses. I also filled two small bowls with porridge. After checking that the gate was locked, I went back inside, turned off the lights, and lit the candles.

"What are you doing?" Jieyu asked curiously from the bedroom. I pulled her out, and she gasped.

"Jieyu, didn't you ask me if I'd love you forever? Tonight is our wedding night. It's simple now, but when things are better, I'll give you a better life." Tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Today is our big day, no crying!" I pulled her to a stool and sat down next to her.

"Heaven above, today Han Xiaopeng and Liu Jieyu are truly in love and have decided to become husband and wife. I swear, I will cherish her for the rest of my life and make her happy forever. If I break this vow, may Heaven punish me..." She covered my mouth with her delicate hand, too excited to speak.

"Jieyu, will you marry me?"

"I...I do!!!" We drank our wine in one gulp. I scraped some rice with a spoon and fed it to her, then swallowed a big mouthful myself, almost choking—it tasted awful.

Watching Jieyu swallow it down with a happy expression, she managed to swallow it all in one gulp. Perhaps because she was drinking on an empty stomach, and because of her excitement, Jieyu's face was flushed, making her incredibly cute! She breathed heavily and pulled me into a tight embrace, her lips immediately pressing against mine. We kissed passionately, and I frantically stirred her fragrant tongue, sucking her sweet saliva. I scooped her up, held her in my arms, and carried her to our new bed. Jieyu shyly closed her eyes, curling her legs up like a gentle little lamb nestled in my embrace.

Her fragrant tongue responded to my advances intermittently. I gently placed her on the bed, turned, and drew the curtains. I carefully removed her outer garment, revealing her snow-white

, voluptuous body. A black bra tightly encased her ample breasts, and a few pubic hairs playfully peeked out from her black lace panties, a small wet patch slowly widening in the middle. Black stockings clung tightly to her long, beautiful legs; the contrast of white and black, combined with her fragrant scent, made the scene so alluring, so captivating, so sensual. Jieyu blushed, and said shyly,

"Xiaopeng, turn off the light." She then buried her head in the pillow.

"Still calling me Xiaopeng?" I lightly slapped her plump, white buttocks.

“Husband…husband…” I leaned down and kissed her earlobe. Nipples. Shoulders. Neck and lips. She moaned softly with her eyes closed, a soft cry that sounded like both a sob and a moan coming from deep in her throat.

“Oh…oh…so…itchy.” The newly grown stubble brushed back and forth across her smooth skin, constantly pricking her sensitive areas. Her eyes were dazed, and she cupped my face in her hands, kissing me again. One hand kept stroking my back, while the other boldly grasped my penis, gently stroking it.

“Husband…I…am…so…itchy…, it…is…so…hot…inside.” I removed her underwear, rubbing my body against hers. Her breasts deformed in the tight embrace, and her nipples began to stand erect. My penis throbbed slowly between her legs, sometimes bumping against her clitoris, sometimes sliding between her labia. The unique fleshy scent of Jieyu and the slightly fishy smell of her genitals filled the entire room.

"Itchy...it itchy...ah...I want...I want...I want you...I want. You. Insert...in, quickly...quickly...come on...fuck...you...my...good girl, fuck...your...slutty...flesh...it...it...it...it...ah!!" Jieyu screamed wildly, grabbing my penis and thrusting her lower body upwards to meet me. Seeing her burning lust, my eyes blazed with desire, and I could no longer restrain myself. I thrust my hips forward, and my penis plunged into her flower.

"Ah..." Jieyu gasped, her head shaking from side to side, her long hair swaying. I straightened up and began to slowly thrust in and out. Her vagina was so warm and slippery, yet there was no feeling of looseness. The walls of her vagina rubbed against the surface of my penis, tightly gripping my glans, seemingly resisting my penetration, but the gushing nectar carpeted my wound. The fleshy growth inside her vagina scraped against my penis, intensifying our pleasure.

More than ten minutes passed, and we were just thrusting in and out. "My darling, my baby, little Jieyu, good wife, my little cunt, I'm going to fuck you to death, my sweetheart." "Fuck... fuck... fuck... you... fuck... me to death, harder, more... oh... my. Good husband, my dear husband, my big... cock, my dear... brother, my dear father, fuck your sister to death, fuck your daughter to death" (It turns out that Jieyu has little contact with men, and the object of her masturbation is often her own relatives. No wonder she didn't say anything when I asked her in the afternoon).

The two of us kept intertwining our lewd words. "Ah!!!" A stream of clear water shot out from Jieyu's cunt. I almost ejaculated, and quickly pressed the tip of my tongue against my chin, contracted my anus, and suppressed the urge to ejaculate. Jieyu lay limp on the bed, her labia open as if telling the truth, and the water droplets on her pubic hair made her cunt look like a red rose in the morning dew, incomparably beautiful. I couldn't resist kissing her.

Before she could recover, I gently pinched and rubbed her clitoris with my fingers. Her clitoris, which was about to retract, swelled again. I slid my tongue between her labia majora and minora, occasionally probing inside. Jieyu twisted her lower body, and I inserted my fingers inside, scraping them. My mouth was pressed tightly against her anus, my tongue roaming over it, reigniting her desire. She tried to grab my head with both hands but couldn't. Helplessly, she rubbed her face and neck, pinching her nipples hard. Jieyu's nipples were large and stretched long. "Yes, I want more. Fuck your sister, fuck your good daughter to death, fuck your dear wife to death." The sweet and sour vaginal fluid also aroused my suppressed desire.

I turned her around. Jieyu looked a little surprised. I lifted her waist with my hands and knelt behind her. She cooperated by kneeling up her legs, which were clad in black stockings. Since it was our first time trying this, the position was wrong, and several times I inserted it into her anus. Her buttocks swayed back and forth, her gaping vulva anxiously searching for my penis and swallowing it whole. This position of inserting it from behind is also easy for men to get aroused. I was savoring it when she started moving anxiously, kneeling on the bed like a female dog, swaying her buttocks. Her full breasts bounced like little white rabbits on her chest, her long hair flew up, and she struck an extremely lewd pose. Because her buttocks were quite firm, I couldn't penetrate very deeply each time. I used my hands to spread her buttocks apart, and I could clearly see that her anus was also slightly open. I made her keep swaying, and I used my fingers to dip some of her love juice and smear it on her anus before slowly inserting my fingers.

"Husband... no. Don't... poke... my asshole. Ah, it hurts a little... ah... it itches... my pussy is so itchy, move faster, move faster!" As I inserted, I switched from my little finger to my middle finger, and finally to my thumb, thrusting in and out of her anus, while my palms spread her buttocks apart. With my other hand, I slapped her buttocks from light to heavy, leaving red palm prints on her white buttocks.

"Ah! Ah! Kill me! It's so itchy! Husband... Husband... fuck me to death! I'm going to fly!" The moans and cries of pleasure were loud as the night deepened. I pulled my finger out with a pop, then put it in her mouth. Jieyu took my finger in her mouth, shaking her hips and moaning indistinctly, "So good... I can't take it anymore..." I sped up, thrusting harder. Jieyu's hips trembled, her vagina contracting violently. With each thrust to the deepest point, she let out a soft, wanton sob, "Ah... Ah... I can't take it... I'm about to... What should I do... Ah... I'm going to... I can't hold back anymore. One last thrust, my hot semen mingling with her vaginal fluids. After ejaculating, I lay weakly on her back, enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking together.

It was a sleepless night. Jieyu and I made love endlessly, constantly changing positions. Our wedding night became a sexual experiment. We reached climax again and again, letting the waves of desire toss us to the crest of one wave after another. Countless tender words watered the flower of our love.

The stamina of a young man is astonishing; I ejaculated several times that night, I don't even know myself. Anyway, when I woke up the next day it was almost three in the afternoon, my little Jieyu was still fast asleep on top of me, tears of happiness still glistening in the corners of her eyes, her body covered in our semen, her genitals red and swollen, one black stocking slipped down, the other still hanging on her thigh. I remembered what I said yesterday: ideals aren't just about ideas, they require more effort. Today I am a man, carrying the weight of our happiness. That

night, Jieyu woke up, we ate a simple meal, and once again we were lost in sex. For three days in a row, except when Jieyu went out to buy groceries and asked for leave for both of us, we made love wildly in every corner of the house. When we were tired, we slept; when we woke up, we did it again—front, back, side, 69, the cross-legged position… I especially loved it when Jieyu spread her legs against the wall, and I penetrated her from the side.

Jieyu seemed to be trying to make up for what she'd missed over a decade. By the third night, we were both exhausted and lying on the floor, the room filled with the pungent smell of our bodily fluids. Jieyu opened her big eyes and said to me, "Honey, if this keeps up, I'm really going to die. You've drained all the fluid from down there, I can't pee anymore. We can't do this anymore, you'll kill me." Her labia were already a little broken, swollen and open, her pubic hair stood on end from the solidified lubrication, her whole body was covered in the marks of my sucking, her buttocks were covered in my handprints, her pink areolas were starting to turn black, her lips were swollen and her eyes were bluish.

I wasn't in much better shape; the insides of my legs were chafed from rubbing against the ground, my penis was drooping, my foreskin was red and swollen from excessive friction, and I had no feeling in my mouth or tongue. We rested for a while, then got up and showered together. We ate our fill, cleaned the room, and leaned wearily against the bed. Jieyu, being older than me, had more self-control. She grabbed a pen and we made a plan: two nights a week, any day from Monday to Saturday, but only once to avoid interfering with my studies.

On Sunday mornings, we could buy groceries and cook until dusk, then rest well before class the next day. During my fertile window, I would use condoms or withdrawal, and she would use contraception for double protection. I wouldn't allow her to take pills, but she would use a diaphragm. When we were out, I would call her Aunt Liu or nothing at all. At home, we could do whatever we wanted. Finally, I would focus on my studies, aiming for Fudan University in Shanghai. If I didn't get into university, we would end our relationship… Above, we bit each other's fingers and pressed the agreement.

The next morning, I sat in the classroom, surprising my classmates. I ignored the troublemakers and told my friends outside of school not to bother me for a year. And so, I began my studies diligently. I was studying science, and English was my weak point. Jieyu had always been good at English, and every day after I finished my homework, she would tutor me for half an hour, occasionally sharing a passionate kiss, but never crossing that line outside of our scheduled time. Sometimes I was tempted, but thinking about our future, I had to strictly restrain myself. Fortunately, we had two big meals a week. Under

her supervision, thanks to my strong foundation and high motivation, my grades improved dramatically. My previously barely passing scores were now among the top in the school, and even my worst subject, English, was among the best in my class. Teachers and classmates looked at me with astonishment, and the rumors that had slandered my family were dispelled.

At first, Jieyu could hold back, but later, seeing my impressive academic progress, she loosened the rules, setting a reward system of one perfect score on a small test, two rewards for being in the top three in the grade, and so on. My parents, seeing my grades improve again, felt even more certain they had made the right choice. Along with my studies, my sexual skills also improved. Jieyu and I constantly tried new positions, and I mastered her erogenous zones, bringing her to orgasm in just a few minutes.

During the conception period, I used condoms a few times, but the experience was terrible, so I refused to use them again. I had her use birth control films; I still remember the brand, I think it was "Lelemi." In daily life, she carefully planned my diet, making me very strong and always full of energy; everyone I knew commented on how much weight I had gained.

I remember one Sunday, a classmate invited me to play soccer, which I declined. The next day, I woke up excitedly, only to find that Jieyu's period had come early. I was very depressed. After accompanying her to buy groceries, I went inside to read, feeling sullen. Seeing that I was in a bad mood, Jieyu didn't dare to say much. She cooked several dishes but hesitated to call me. Seeing the food was getting cold, she finally had to come in and urge me. I snapped at her, and she lowered her head and left. When I walked out of the room, I saw her lying on the bed, fully clothed

, crying again. She was like a child, unable to bear even the slightest grievance in front of me. I realized I had gone too far and quickly ran in to comfort her. After a while, she finally calmed down, sobbing,

"Honey, I wanted it too! How could I know it would come two days early? You said you loved me, and you said you couldn't wait a few days? Do you think I didn't want to?" I knew I was wrong and didn't dare to be stern anymore. I hugged her, fed her, and apologized profusely. After dinner, I lay in bed with her and talked. Because I had studied too late the night before, I fell asleep quickly. In my sleep, I felt someone kissing me, making it hard to breathe. I opened my eyes and saw it was Jieyu kissing me. I responded casually, not wanting to make myself uncomfortable.

She noticed my carelessness, pulled down my briefs, and gently shook my glans with her hand; she knew my sensitive area all too well.

As we kissed, her breathing grew heavier, and she pulled my hand to her vulva. I touched the center; there was a hard, sticky menstrual pad inside. "Jieyu, I'm fine, I can hold it in." "Good husband, it's okay, once won't hurt." How considerate Jieyu was; to avoid disappointing me, she actually made love to me during her period. It would be so inhuman of me to hurt her body for my own selfish desires. Suddenly, I remembered that time I inserted my finger into her anus; she didn't seem to object much then, and besides, it was often done in videos. Why not try it today?

I took her to the bathroom, pulled her briefs down halfway, revealing only her beautiful little anus. She knew I wanted to insert it there, and she got a little nervous, clenching her buttocks tightly. I said, "Honey, you're clenching so tight, how am I supposed to do it?"

"I don't know why, I'm so scared."

"It's okay, I'll be gentle." I rubbed her buttocks while blowing on her anus, pressing my fingers against it and gently stroking it. Jieyu lay face down on the sink, watching curiously through the mirror. I inserted my little finger little by little. Jieyu frowned. I asked her if it hurt, and she said it was okay, just felt strange. Seeing how tight her anus was, I spread Vaseline evenly inside and out, spread her buttocks apart with my hands, and slowly pushed my penis in. The resistance at her anus was too great, and I felt very strained. Jieyu clearly showed pain. In the mirror, I saw her tightly furrowed brows and tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. I was about to withdraw when she grabbed my buttocks with her hand.

"Husband, push harder."

"Wife, I'm bleeding."

"It's...it's okay, keep going. Husband, this is the only place I haven't been touched by anyone else, I want you to penetrate me." She probably felt guilty because she wasn't a virgin and was trying to compensate with her anus.

I couldn't refuse her kindness any longer, so I went forward, and forward again. Actually, besides tightness and stimulation, there wasn't much pleasure in anal sex. I guess most people who like anal sex are because their partners' vaginas are too loose. Anyway, I didn't find it very enjoyable. Seeing my darling's pained expression, I stopped.

"Move, move, don't worry about me." The hand that was holding my buttocks pushed me hard, while her anus tightened and contracted. Her anus ruptured, and a trickle of blood flowed onto my penis. I couldn't bear to continue, so I pulled out.

"Husband, are you disgusted with me?" I pressed her head down, signaling her to stop and give me a blowjob. Jieyu sniffed it and said, "It smells awful. Ha, you think your own is dirty?" She first licked the smegma off the glans, then kissed my penis from top to bottom. Next, she took my testicles into her mouth and carefully licked my anus, playfully sticking her tongue inside from time to time. (This is how the current Desert Storm routine works, but with a bit more popping candy.) I was aroused by her teasing. She inserted her fingers into my anus, her small mouth tightly wrapped around my glans, her tongue constantly teasing the urethral opening.

I started thrusting, penetrating deep into her throat. She felt the hardness of my penis, suddenly stood up, her white buttocks sticking out towards me, and stubbornly said, "Husband, I want you to fuck my asshole, my asshole that will always belong to you alone." It turned out she really wanted me to penetrate her; otherwise, she would feel guilty towards me for the rest of her life. Inserting further became difficult, so I applied Vaseline to my penis, held her buttocks with my hand, and began thrusting violently. Jieyu, though clearly in pain, pretended to enjoy it. I started slapping her buttocks with my palm, this time with great force, trying to distract her from the pain in her anus. The slapping sound actually stimulated Jieyu, and her face turned red. My penis pierced her rectum, my testicles striking her genitals, stained with blood. The smell of blood stimulated me, and I began thrusting violently until I ejaculated.

For three days in a row, Jieyu walked with her legs splayed outwards, and she dared not ride her bicycle. I would take her to work early, and she would wait for me to pick her up after work. She cried out in pain when defecating. But she was still very happy, believing she had given me her anal virginity.

Happy days always pass quickly. The Spring Festival arrived. Everyone loves the New Year, but I hated it so much. Because Jieyu and I would be separated for a while. My parents drove me to their hometown for the Chinese New Year. It felt so different from the county town; the clothes were dazzling and varied. My parents' colleagues saw me and kept giving me red envelopes (cash gifts). I took the money to the black market and bought Jieyu a set of lingerie—black, see-through, supposedly smuggled from America—for over a hundred yuan. (At the time, my father was a high-ranking official, but his monthly salary was only a little over 400 yuan.) Because Jieyu loved black, I also bought her lipstick, perfume, and other things, hiding them under my suitcase. Actually, my parents never rummaged through my things anyway, but it was better to be safe. Jieyu's family came to visit, and Jieyu even pretended to give me lucky money. My mother chatted with Liu Min, asking her how she was doing, but I had absolutely no interest in her. When they were about to leave, I told my parents I had to go back to study.

My mother then sent a car to take me back with them. I hadn't seen Jieyu for several days, and I missed her terribly. At lunch, I tried to touch her little hand under the table, but quickly let go to avoid being discovered. Xin Yongcheng sat next to the Volga driver, chatting with him. Jieyu sat between me and Xiaomin. After getting in the car, I secretly held her hand. Halfway through the journey, I saw Xin Yongcheng chatting amiably with the driver. Xiaomin was carsick and had fallen asleep. I tapped my fingers on her palm, and she glared at me resentfully. I then tapped my palm three more times. It was our secret code: I love you.

She glanced at me helplessly, then pulled her coat over herself. My hand slipped under the coat and into her panties, combing her pubic hair. It dripped down, soaking her. My fingers easily slipped into her vagina, moving slightly back and forth, my fingertips rubbing her clitoris. Soon her face turned bright red, her nostrils flared, her teeth clenched, her legs stretched taut, and her toes curled and twitched. Her juices began to flow, and deep teeth marks appeared on her lips, drawing blood. I quickly pulled my fingers out, covered them with a handkerchief, and put them in her mouth. She sucked, then bit me hard. I cried out. Xin Yongcheng turned to look, and I quickly covered my head, pretending to have been touched, and then pretended to be asleep.

It was evening when we got back to her house. Every family had prepared food for the New Year. Jieyu had prepared a few simple dishes and brought out a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). I figured Old Xin's alcohol tolerance was poor; he'd become quite talkative after a few drinks at noon. I planned to get him drunk.

Sure enough, he was drunk in less than two ounces. Xiaomin and I had a few more drinks. She didn't inherit Jieyu's drinking capacity and quickly became drunk too. Jieyu didn't stop me; she just chatted with us. After dinner, we watched TV for a while. Lao Xin and Xiaomin, feeling the effects of the alcohol, talked excitedly. I felt awkward standing next to them. I quickly washed up and went back to the guest room to rest. Lying in bed, I tossed and turned restlessly. I picked up a book and started reading. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I felt a hand stroking my head. I was about to pour out my sorrows about parting to her, but then I thought I should pretend to be asleep and see her reaction. It turned out to be Xiaomin.

"Peng, are you asleep?" I almost caused a huge disaster. Just as I was about to get up, Xiaomin started talking to herself, "We were so close when we were little, how come you've changed now? You don't even write me a letter. You used to always be with me when you came back, talking non-stop. Why are you so cold this time? What did I do wrong? Why are you treating me like this? I was supposed to leave today, but I postponed it until tomorrow because I wanted to see you. I have so many things I want to tell you. My parents don't love me, and even you ignore me now... I was so happy drinking with you today. If only we could... how wonderful that would be." Her voice started to sob, and my heart softened. But thinking of Jieyu, I steeled myself and continued to pretend. After a while, she slowly left the room and gently closed the door.

After Xiaomin left, I thought about it for a long time. Maybe it was too cruel to treat her like this. At least I should care for her like a younger sister. Yes, ever since I realized I liked her mother, I've gradually distanced myself, especially after my relationship with Jieyu. On the one hand, I was busy with my studies, and on the other hand, I devoted myself to Jieyu, which made me even more indifferent to her. I haven't even written her a letter. Anyone who isn't stupid can tell. Tomorrow I should have a good heart-to-heart talk with her and subtly express that we are like siblings. Yes, that's what I'll do. I looked at my watch. It was already eleven o'clock. Why was there still no movement? I went out to pour a glass of water and took the opportunity to check. Xiaomin's room and bedroom doors were closed, and the lights were off.

It seems like it's hopeless today. As I was squatting in the corner pouring water, the bedroom door opened, and Jieyu slipped out. She ran to Xiaomin's room first to check. I guessed Xiaomin was asleep. After all, she had drunk so much, and Lao Xin was probably drunk too.

I hid and observed her actions. I saw her tiptoe to the door, then stop. The winter night was cold, and she was only wearing a cotton-padded jacket and trousers. Perhaps she was a little cold, as she tightly hugged her chest with her arms, trembling uncontrollably. Perhaps out of consideration for Xiaomin, she hesitated like this. After about a minute, she finally reached out and pushed open the door, letting out a surprised "Ah!" as she looked into the room. I tiptoed behind her, covering her mouth with one hand and kneading her chest with the other. I thrust my lower body into her, pushing her into the room, and then locked the door behind me.

"You scared me to death! There was no one in the room, and then you suddenly covered my mouth. I thought it was a thief!"

"Scared? Let me rub it for you. I am the thief, specializing in stealing hearts. Come to bed, look how cold you are. Is your lower part still frozen solid? Let your brother touch it."

"Is Lao Xin asleep?" "

Sleeping like a dead pig. Xiao Min too. I knew they had no good intentions when you made them drink."

"Hmph, like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, not appreciating a kind heart. It's all for you. You thought I wouldn't feel uncomfortable if I drank. Didn't you see me get up to drink water in the middle of the night? Why did you only come now?"

"I'll let you drink your fill later, my good husband. What's Xiao Min doing here? I heard her talking at the door, but I didn't dare come in. You didn't do anything to her, did you?"

"Nothing, I pretended to be asleep." Women will be women, even jealous of their own daughters.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? We can talk tomorrow. I'm going to sleep."

"I'm not talking anymore. Husband is angry. Do you miss me?"

"No."

"Then I'm going back." She said this, but nestled in his arms without moving.

"When you're well-fed and warm, lust arises," I thought. I turned the heater up high, and soon the room warmed up, and our bodies, pressed together, began to stir with passion. Suddenly, I remembered what I'd bought. I quickly got up and took the gift out of my luggage.

"Try it on."

"You bought this for me? My good husband, let me give you a kiss." Knowing her bra size, it fit perfectly. The bra was just a sheer black veil covering her breasts, her large breasts and nipples fully exposed. The small butterfly-shaped panties were practically just a few strings, a thin strap digging into her sensitive crease and buttocks. The fishnet stockings were so tight they reached her thighs, with two straps connecting them to the waistband. What seem like ordinary garter stockings now were quite rare back then.

"How can you wear this? It's so embarrassing!"

"Never mind, just burn it." Jieyu plopped down on my lap and kissed me.

"My little husband is angry, I was wrong, I'll wear it, okay?" She wiggled her big buttocks, rubbing against my penis. She hadn't received my caresses for many days, and due to unsatisfied desire, her body was already unbearably itchy. Wearing the shameful and sexy lingerie, with every movement, the rope around her vulva rubbed against her clitoris, labia, and anus—sensitive areas. Her vagina was already flowing with lustful fluid, soaking the middle section of the rope. I kept pulling the rope with my hand .

"Husband, please forgive me... ah, it hurts..." The rope was taut, digging deep into her labia minora.

"Ah... you... you just bully me..." Jieyu lifted her leg, trying to relieve the strange sensation from the rope. Her pert breasts swayed in front of me, tempting my desire. The shame and exposure of having an affair at home also made her wanton.

"Give it to me, give it to me quickly... I haven't eaten for so many days, I'm so itchy, please stop... husband..." Jieyu untied her long hair, her alluring eyes looking at me seductively, her legs wrapped around my back, her toes pointed high.

"You... don't. You're making me impatient. Husband... hurry up and put it in." She impatiently pulled my penis out from the side of her underwear, pushing the strap aside herself.

"Give it to me quickly... I can't take it anymore..." She lifted her buttocks and sat down hard, her thick penis filling her vagina, squeezing out the vaginal fluid inside.

"Ah...that's great, I've missed my little stick so much!"

Jieyu wrapped her arms around my neck, her hands gripping my shoulders, our lips entwined, sucking on each other. Her hips moved up and down incessantly, and I thrust upwards in response. This half-riding position was probably the deepest penetration; I could even feel her cervix contracting, squeezing out streams of vaginal fluid that drenched my glans and shaft, flowing down her large labia to my testicles, dripping onto the floor. Urine gushing from her urethra washed over my abdomen, soaking the bedding beside the bed. I held her armpit tightly; because of her dance training, her armpit hair was gone, and I licked it with my tongue. She began to move violently, her head tilting back and swaying wildly from side to side, her hair flying, her breasts heaving, her labia slapping against my testicles, making a slapping sound, and her vagina and penis making gurgling noises.

Afraid she would scream again, I stuffed her panties into her mouth. She was moaning and whimpering, and her underwear was swinging out as she kept shaking her head. At that moment, I was holding her buttocks with both hands and inserting my fingers into her anus.

She took my shoulder into her mouth, continuing her indistinct cries. I thrust upwards wildly, penetrating deeper into her womb. The moment I entered, Jieyu bit my shoulder, her legs stiffening as she clung tightly to my waist, her nipples erect, her genitals pressed against mine, her whole body trembling. My desire exploded, and my semen, stored up for over ten days, gushed into Jieyu's womb like molten lava, shooting out over a dozen streams, filling her uterus and vagina.

The blood flowing from my shoulder ignited my animalistic instincts. I turned her, placed her on the bed, straddled her chest, and shoved my penis into her mouth. Jieyu greedily licked and sucked. Her tongue cleansed the coronal sulcus of my glans, her breasts clamping my shaft, her hands beginning to squeeze. The lingerie I bought was so alluring; the two straps slipped down to her shoulders, revealing her smooth shoulders. Her legs were spread wide, and she was rubbing her genitals with her heels. Within minutes, my penis was erect again. I turned her body over, grabbed her raised buttocks, and inserted my saliva-covered penis into her open slit from behind. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled it back, while the other hand squeezed her breasts hard. Each time my penis withdrew to the vaginal opening, it rapidly reached her cervix, like a piston rod at 1800 revolutions per minute, violently and mechanically thrusting in and out. The glans swelled up greatly, scraping against the vaginal walls like a piston, while my scrotum slapped against her vulva.

Jieyu gripped the sheets tightly, trembling and moaning, unable to even cry out. Wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her mind, halting her thoughts; time seemed to stand still. A little feces spurted from her anus, the scent of her body, the stench of semen, and the foul smell mingling and filling the room. I inserted my fingers into her anus and began frantically digging, her rectum throbbing under my pressure. Jieyu's eyes rolled back, saliva drooling from her jaw, only whimpering.

My sadistic desires were finally exposed; my hands struck her buttocks, genitals, breasts, even her face, each blow harder than the last, her thighs bruised and battered. My rapidly thrusting penis, red and hot from the friction, pumped away her vaginal fluids and urine like a pump. After countless thrusts, my glans plunged into her uterus again, pounding against her uterine walls, casting my countless children into the warm bed.

Jieyu fainted, and I was exhausted. I inserted the lipstick I'd bought into my vagina, wrote "Xiaopeng was here" with an eyebrow pencil, and then fell asleep with her in my arms. It was a long, long time before Jieyu woke up and shook me awake to clean up our battlefield and erase the traces. I didn't let her go, and fucked her again until she screamed in agony. It was almost 5 a.m. when we finished, and the roosters were crowing all around. If I didn't clean up soon, it would be too late. I lit a few cigarettes to mask the smell. I took her back to her room and then fell into a deep sleep.

I didn't get up until 11 a.m. the next day. Xiaomin had already left, leaving me a note. Lao Xin wasn't home either. I went to the bedroom and saw Jieyu still fast asleep in her underwear from last night, so I crawled into bed, pulled down my underwear, and fucked her twice more. Jieyu pleaded with me, "Darling, husband, please spare me. My pussy is all swollen, I won't do it again."

"Are you full?"

"Yes, dear brother, I'm full." Seeing her pitiful look, I let her go. I got out of bed and made us some egg noodles, brought them to her bedside, and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

That evening, Lao Xin didn't come back either. I found his luggage was gone, and realized he had also left the county.

Before school started, I made love to Jieyu every day, and she didn't object anymore. Considering that school was about to start and things would get more formal, she always let me have my way. We developed several new positions, and her masochistic tendencies began to become a habit. Almost every time she orgasmed, she wanted me to penetrate her anus.

Two months later, Jieyu's period didn't come, and she increasingly craved sour things. She would finish a jar of bayberries in no time, and she always picked unripe fruit when buying fruit. Then she started vomiting incessantly—she was pregnant! That night in the study, because we had been apart for so long, we hurriedly forgot to use a condom, and she got pregnant with my child. No matter how strong my words were, I was still a teenager, and our plans were disrupted. Jieyu didn't want to abort the child, saying she was already an older mother and it would be difficult to conceive again if she did, and she didn't want to distract me; she would find a way herself.

She went to see Lao Xin alone, and later learned that Lao Xin had discovered Jieyu and my affair that night when he woke up from a hangover and drank water, but he left without saying a word. Partly out of gratitude to my father, and partly because of his loss of sexual function, he wanted to accept the child, but he wanted Jieyu to promise that even if she left him with me in the future, the child would stay with him. Jieyu didn't tell me the details of her conversation with him, afraid of disturbing my studies; she just gave me a brief overview to reassure me. The neighbors and colleagues all assumed it was Lao Xin's child, so no one gossiped.

For the sake of our child's healthy development, we stopped having sex. Whenever I felt sexually aroused, she would perform oral sex to help me ejaculate. Jieyu's figure changed as the fetus grew; her face became covered with adorable butterfly-shaped spots, her belly grew bigger every day, her breasts enlarged, her pink areolas began to darken, her legs started to swell, and her delicate little feet became much more swollen, with prominent veins on the tops of her feet. My only worry was her frequent leg cramps. I accompanied her to the gynecologist several times; the doctor said it was normal, just that pregnant women are sometimes calcium deficient and need to exercise more.

Every evening, I would take a book, recite texts, and walk with her. At night, I would often wake up to cover her with a blanket and massage her legs. Jieyu would often act coquettishly towards me, asking me to do this and that. Although studying was tiring, I obeyed without complaint, after all, it was for the two people I loved.

July arrived in the blink of an eye, and the college entrance examination was just two days away. Jieyu prepared all my exam supplies for me. The meticulous woman sharpened my pencils, filled my fountain pen with ink, and tucked my admission ticket into a compartment. She even wrote "Fudan University" on my stationery box. Based on my grades, I was confident I would pass with flying colors, so I felt no pressure facing the exam. Instead, I relaxed, threw away all my books, and let my body unwind.

After playing soccer with my classmates all day, I took a shower when I got home and lay down on the bamboo bed in the yard to cool off. Jieyu came over and squeezed in next to me. I fanned her, talked to her, and occasionally stroked her belly, listening to the baby's playful movements inside.

"It's been over five months, I wonder how far along it is? I wonder if it's a boy or a girl."

"If it's a boy, I won't have any more. If it's a girl, I'll have another one. You're an only child, your mom will definitely be unhappy if you don't have a boy."

"What's wrong with you? Boys and girls are the same! You're still a child yourself, and you'll be a father soon!"

"I'll raise two sons together.

" "Trying to take advantage of me? You're asking for it!"

"No, don't tickle me, it's so itchy!" The two were playing on the bed when I made an unforgivable mistake. I slipped my hand inside her panties, caressing her vulva, my palm lightly rubbing her nipples. Her nipples were erect and hard, oozing a little white fluid. Jieyu's lower body involuntarily contracted twice, and fluid flowed from her labia. My fingers slid incessantly inside her vulva, making a squelching sound.

"No..." Actually, Jieyu hadn't had sex in a long time, and her vulva longed for the arrival of my penis. Her moist, hot lower body slowly opened and bloomed like flower petals.

"Look how wet you are, still being stubborn."

"Then go slow, don't hurt the baby," Jieyu saw my impatient look and didn't insist anymore. She lay on her side on the bamboo bed, sticking her butt out so I could insert myself from the side. It had been about three months since I last entered her, and I felt her vagina tighten up again.

At first, I could control the rhythm, slowly going in and out. I watched my big glans push open her slippery, flushed petals again and again, inch by inch, and my desire burned little by little. Each time I went deep inside, I could feel something as if it was blocking me.

I slightly increased the frequency but reduced the depth to avoid touching the uterus. "Good girl, your father has come to see you," Jieyu said, rubbing her lower abdomen and closing her eyes in enjoyment. Her vagina tightly gripped my piston-like penis. As my desire swelled, my speed increased. Jieyu's flushed face was covered in sweat. Suddenly, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she gasped for breath. Her lower body began to contract violently, and her knees trembled. Forgetting that she was pregnant, she arched her back and raised her buttocks to meet my thrusts. She hummed as her vagina and uterus began to contract desperately, clamping down on my penis and making it unable to move.

As my penis penetrated to the hilt, I ejaculated. Jieyu and I reached orgasm together. Pregnant women often have a higher sex drive than normal, and her vaginal fluids flowed more than usual. After we were satisfied, she lay on top of me, kissing me. "Honey, go to sleep early. Tomorrow we're going to war," she said. I held her close and we slowly drifted off to sleep.

I slept very poorly that night, having nightmares and unable to wake up. The morning sun finally woke me. I looked down and saw Jieyu wasn't beside me. I checked my watch and it was already 7:15. I quickly got out of bed and dressed. Being late for the 8:00 exam would be terrible, and this wasn't your average test.

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth when my head exploded. Jieyu was lying on the bathroom floor, pale-faced, with blood flowing freely between her legs.

I quickly grabbed my coat and put it on her, then scooped her up and ran out the door. When people are in a frenzy, their strength is truly boundless. What would have been a fifteen-minute walk, I carried her in ten minutes. Passersby stopped to watch us. When we arrived at the hospital and were taken to the emergency room, I breathed a sigh of relief and slumped onto a waiting chair, only to realize I couldn't lift either arm.

I sat there, my mind blank. If it weren't for my foolish actions last night, how could I have made such a terrible mistake? Jieyu is in danger; what am I going to do? Suddenly, the door opened. The baby is gone, and the mother is in danger too. "Who are you to her? Quickly call the adults, pay the fees, and get blood drawn!" I suddenly saw my mother's classmate, Dr. Qin, the head of the gynecology department, clutching her hand for help as if she were a lifeline.

Aunt Qin quickly called the on-duty doctor to get blood from the blood bank, instructing that she would pay for the medication. She changed her clothes and rushed into the emergency room. The blood bank was running low on type B blood, short 400cc. Luckily, my blood type matched Jieyu's, so I quickly lay down on the bed to receive the transfusion. Two hours later, Aunt Qin came out; Jieyu had finally been saved. I sat by the bedside, looking at the unconscious Jieyu, tears streaming down my face. I kept slapping my face, tightly holding her pale little hand, calling her name. Jieyu opened her eyes, looked at me, and then fainted again. Seeing that she was alright, I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. My body was also very weak from the transfusion, and overjoyed, I also fainted by the bedside.

Our principal discovered I hadn't gone to the exam hall and immediately called my parents. My mother rushed back, searching everywhere for me. My neighbors told me that I rushed to the hospital that morning, carrying her covered in blood. When we arrived, my mother entered the ward and saw me unconscious beside Jieyu's bed, holding her little hand. Her face immediately turned pale. They arranged for a doctor to give me an IV. When we both regained consciousness, my mother and Aunt Qin were standing nearby. My mother, in a tone I'd never heard before, told me to come out. I stood nervously at the door, vaguely listening.

Aunt Qin told Jieyu that the baby was gone, it was a boy, and she could never get pregnant again. Jieyu burst into tears. After a while, she calmed down, and Aunt Qin came out. My mother was inside talking to Jieyu, I couldn't hear what they were saying. After a long wait, my mother came out and slapped me across the face. My parents had never hit me before; even when they lost their betrothal watch, they only said a few words. This time, they actually hit me, which showed how serious the situation was. She ordered me to take the exam that afternoon and asked my aunt to come and take care of Jieyu.

Sitting in the classroom, I had no heart to continue the exam. Everything had become an illusion, all my dreams shattered. I was the culprit. After the three-day exam, I rushed to the hospital. Jieyu was leaning against the headboard with a blank stare. When she saw me, her eyes lit up but then dimmed again. She cried like a child who had done something wrong, and my tears flowed uncontrollably as well. My mother didn't say a word to me. She just left the money for the medicine and left.

The days that followed were pure torture for us. When the cutoff scores came out, my results were predictable—it was no wonder I didn't do well.

My parents insisted on taking me back to the region to repeat the year, and Lao Xin also wanted to wait for Jieyu to recover so he could take her back to Shanghai. We both refused. Jieyu remained in a daze. My mother was afraid she would commit suicide, so she didn't force me to leave the county, but she cut off all my financial support. For three months, I delivered coal briquettes and worked as a fishmonger, barely managing to support myself. But how could I achieve my dreams like this? With my comfort and care, Jieyu improved a lot and was able to go back to work.

Every night when I returned home, she would stroke my tanned face, my rough palms, my strong muscles, tears streaming down her face. She told me about her conversation with my mother. It turned out my mother was truly loving; even if I married Jieyu, my mother wouldn't object. She and my father had stayed together for ten years during the Cultural Revolution before marrying, knowing that true love is unwavering. But she hated Jieyu, for making love to me that night, ruining my future, and saying we would never have children. She wondered if I would still hold onto this love when Jieyu went through menopause. My

mother's words had probably taken root in Jieyu's heart. No matter how I tried to comfort her, it was useless. I knew Jieyu still loved me; it was just the issue of not having children that troubled her, and she always felt guilty towards me. I was tired of studying. Every time I saw the test questions on the blank paper, it was like seeing my unborn son lying on the white hospital floor. Where was my future? I decided to enlist in the army, take the military academy entrance exam, and leave this place. Even if I didn't pass, I could come back and get a job and marry Jieyu. Jieyu agreed with my point of view, and surprisingly, my parents didn't object either.

So, after the registration, physical examination, and background check, I passed. My father deserves most of the credit, though he didn't personally intervene; his subordinates naturally gave him preferential treatment, especially since I met all the requirements—no one dared to take my place.

After receiving the notification, Jieyu and I were inseparable. She took a long leave to be with me, and my parents didn't say anything; they believed it was best to let time heal me. Jieyu and I went for walks every day in the mountains north of the county town. It was peaceful there, undisturbed. We would sit together, gazing at the distant scenery, sometimes for a whole day. We even had each other's names engraved on our wrists, then burned the characters with cigarette butts, a way of forever merging together.

Since the incident, Jieyu had returned to her cold self. Except during sex, she rarely smiled when we were out in the daytime, and even her smiles when we laughed were so desolate. She said she wanted to freeze her heart and wait for me to come back to thaw it.

The night before I enlisted, we made love all night long, both of us silently. As it approached assembly time, I got up to get dressed, and she hugged me from behind, clinging to me like a vine, pulling me down onto the bed. She kissed my entire body, sucked my penis until it was hard, and inserted her hand into her vagina, frantically sitting up and down, calling my name, completely oblivious to the neighbors. She bit her finger and put it in my mouth; I knew her intention and swallowed it. Finally, she spread her legs and shaved her pubic hair with a razor, telling me to tattoo my name on it with a needle.

When it was time, my father's driver came to take me to the People's Armed Forces Department. Jieyu pushed me out, locked the door tightly, and I could only hear her crying inside. I also left heartlessly. At midnight, the special train departed. The train station was brightly lit, filled with families seeing me off. Standing next to my mother was a pretty girl, Xiao Rui, the daughter of my father's friend. She was studying at the provincial police academy. We used to play house together a lot when we were little. Later, Uncle Xiao was transferred to the provincial capital, and she went with him. Now she's all grown up. I knew my parents' intentions; this was probably the daughter-in-law they had chosen. I gave a brief greeting and returned to the queue to board the train.

As the wheels slowly turned, a wave of guilt washed over me. My mother ran after me, crying, waving goodbye. Her hair had turned even whiter. I had shattered their dreams. The train whistled as it pulled out of the station. At the far end of the platform, I saw Jieyu standing in the shadows. I didn't have time to call out to her before I was far, far away from her.

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