Sexual experiences during adolescence

After thirty, time flies by like the wind, leaving no trace. Only the fragments of my youth rise in my dreams, scene after scene lingering in my mind. I'm reminded of a line from a poem: "In my youth, my clothes were thin, I rode a horse leaning against a bridge, surrounded by beauties in red sleeves."

When I was sixteen or seventeen, in the countryside, if someone had a happy occasion, they would spend a hundred or two hundred yuan to hire the commune's film projection team to show a movie or two in the village, to liven things up for the villagers, for good luck, and to save face. Therefore, my happiest moment during summer vacation was hearing that a neighboring village was going to show a movie. My excitement stemmed from two reasons: first, I could go out and have fun with my friends who didn't go to school in the county town; second, I'd heard how they used to pick up girls at the movies, and I couldn't help but feel eager to try it myself.

Good news soon arrived. A relatively wealthy family in the neighboring village was getting married and was going to show three movies in one night. I was overjoyed! I'd made preparations well in advance. Although the moonlight wasn't as bright as daytime, I still prepared a neat short-sleeved shirt, shorts I'd bought in the county town, and a new pair of sneakers (looking out of place now, but quite conspicuous in the countryside back then, since most of my friends went to the movies in slippers, haha). We ate dinner early and set off together.

The movie theater was huge, and the screen was already set up. Many people from the village had already brought their chairs and benches, securing the best spots. Based on my friends' experience, I didn't rush to ask acquaintances for chairs, since our focus wasn't on the movie, so assigned seats weren't necessary.

Finally, the movie was about to start, and the people in the square gradually settled down, with only a few scattered individuals moving around—I was one of them. My heart was pounding. Although I hadn't yet acted on anything, the thought of my lewd intentions made me blush. However, the impulses of youth are unstoppable. I suppressed reason and the constraints of gentlemanly conduct; I wanted to release the doves of youth.

The movie started, and I excitedly spotted a target. In a corner of the east side of the square, two people sat on a bench: a girl who looked about eighteen or nineteen, and a woman who looked about thirty-eight or thirty-nine. The bench's placement seemed tailor-made for me; it was far from the screen, with houses behind it, but because of its elevated position, no one was blocking my view. So the two, who appeared to be mother and daughter, were thoroughly enjoying the movie.

I moved next to the girl, pretending to be a newcomer, and asked her what movie was playing, then started chatting casually. Perhaps because of my refined demeanor, the girl was very friendly. However, this aimless conversation had no effect and didn't create any conditions for further action. My heart was pounding. I told myself a hundred times, "Gather your courage!" After encouraging myself for the 101st time, I finally said to her, "Could I squeeze in with you for a bit?" She glanced at me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. I thought I had no chance. But then she told the woman next to her, "Move over a little," and actually made room for me, half my bottom.

I was overjoyed; heaven was truly smiling upon me! I remembered when I was little, a fortune teller said I had an exceptionally good fate. After sitting on that half-bottom, I silently thanked the fortune teller and sincerely wished him continued success in his fortune-telling career!

Sitting on half a bottom wasn't easy. After a while, I felt uncomfortable, even more tired than standing. However, I couldn't leave that blissful bench. I kept wiggling my bottom to squeeze closer to the girl, observing her reaction. When I realized she didn't seem bothered, I knew I had to move on.

I subtly shifted the arm that was resting against her, as if Yoko were getting tired of being squeezed, sometimes placing it on her knee, sometimes on her thigh. While doing this, I deliberately touched her leg occasionally. She seemed completely absorbed in the movie, so I gently, slowly moved my hand to her leg. My heart was pounding; fear and anticipation were intertwined.

Unexpectedly, the girl's hand moved too; when she placed it on her leg, it landed on mine. I froze. She touched my hand, turned her head to look at me, and gave me a mischievous smile that sent a shiver down my spine. After glancing at me, she gently took my hand. I secretly observed her and noticed she was still so focused on the movie. After much thought, I realized she wasn't actually that engrossed in the film; she was just pretending to be focused, and she'd been waiting for me all along!

When I was sixteen or seventeen, the first time I touched a girl's hand with ill intent, I felt the world was so wonderful and colorful. She held my hand, squeezing and releasing it a few times, then wrote questions in my palm. They were nothing more than what I did for a living, how old I was, and so on. After lingering like this for a while, I felt I should take it a step further. My friends' goal was to touch a girl's breasts and pubic hair. I brought out my idle hand, stroked her hand for a while, and then slowly slipped it inside her clothes and moved upwards. However, she quickly stopped me and gently said, "No."

I secretly tried to force my way in, and when she saw that she wasn't as strong as me and couldn't resist, she withdrew her hand. Just as I was congratulating myself on my victory, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my hand that was grasping her breast. I guessed she had pinched me. Never mind, I finally managed to grab her breast. Then came another sharp pain, which I couldn't bear. I pulled my hand back and saw two small spots of blood oozing out! I looked at her, and she waved a needle in front of my eyes with her left hand, asking, "Does it hurt?"

I stood up; my left buttock was numb from sitting so long. At that moment, the older woman on my left, who had been intently watching the movie, suddenly asked, "Why aren't you sitting down?" I said, "My left buttock is numb." She immediately said, "Then come sit over here and switch sides." Although I wasn't very willing, seeing that she had been reprimanded, I decided to leave. So I squeezed down on her right buttock.

As usual, she asked some simple questions. When she learned that I studied in the county town and had excellent grades, she happily told me that her son had just started high school there. Her husband worked at the township purchasing station, so he was considered a "high-income" person. No wonder she seemed fairer than most women to me. We chatted and watched a movie together, and she even asked me to call her "Auntie." I gradually found myself liking this "Auntie" more and more. Of course, not in the ordinary sense; don't forget, I came to the movie with ulterior motives.

I showered her with compliments. I said, "I can tell you're not your average country woman. You look so young and fresh, like a city girl." She smiled broadly and said, "You little rascal, you're quite good at flattering Auntie." I said, "I'm not flattering you, I'm telling the truth. How about I read your palm? You're definitely destined for wealth."

She actually showed me her hand! Although the movie screen flickered in the dim moonlight, it was impossible to read a palm clearly. I pretended to look intently, bringing her hand close to my eyes, and said, "Your hands smell so good." Then I lightly touched them with my lips.

She secretly smiled but ignored me. My courage grew stronger. I had a clear goal: to get back at the young girl on the right with her!

She smiled at me and gently said, "Can you come over for a second?" I hesitated, wondering what she wanted. Was I really about to have a romantic encounter? After a moment's thought, I went over and followed her. She opened a bathroom door, glanced inside, and went in. I stood at the doorway, too scared to move. She nodded at me, and I followed her in.

To be honest, I was so nervous I could hear my own heart pounding. I was about to ask what was wrong when she immediately made a "shh" gesture and then kissed me. I was so shocked I didn't dare move. Her tongue circled in my mouth, and at the same time, she pulled down my pants and underwear together, then knelt down and began to give me oral sex. This woman, Yoko, was very hungry and worked very hard. I didn't dare to move. I ejaculated quickly. She took all my semen into her mouth, then got up and spat it into the sink. She rinsed her mouth with water, then turned around and smiled at me, saying, "Haven't done this in a long time, have you? It's so thick and plentiful, I almost choked."

Then she lowered her head and kissed my penis again, then stood up and whispered in my ear, "Your turn." She turned her back to me, unbuttoned her shirt, grabbed my left hand, and placed it on her breast, guiding my hand to massage it. Having just ejaculated, I was less nervous, thinking, "Why not take advantage of this opportunity?" I massaged her breasts with both hands. Her breasts weren't large; one hand could easily cover them. Gradually, she began to moan, writhing her body, her moans growing louder. I don't know when she unbuckled her belt, but she grabbed my right hand and inserted it inside. She had a lot of pubic hair, and my hand felt very wet. When I touched the slit, I realized it was already overflowing; her cotton panties were soaked. I slowly massaged her clitoris, and with each turn, she trembled. Her hands started to wrap around my buttocks, and after rubbing them for about five minutes, she reached forward and grasped my penis, stroking it a couple of times. Then she bent down and tried to insert it. She turned her head, looking at me with a dazed expression, and then jumped onto me, clamping her legs around my body. I aimed my penis, thrust, and with a soft "plop," it went in all the way. She started moving up and down faster and faster, her moans growing louder, and she held me tighter and tighter. I could only hold her with one hand and use the other to maintain my balance. She was incredibly wet, probably because it had been a while since we'd done it, and it wasn't very tight inside. Plus, I had just ejaculated, so the sensation wasn't particularly intense. About ten minutes later, she reached her climax, letting out a low growl before her body began to slide down her back. I loved this moment to counterattack, so I placed her directly on the sink counter. Although the counter was small, it provided some support. I started thrusting into her vigorously, and she began to cling to me tightly again, pleading intermittently, "I... I can't... I can't... Stop... Stop... Please... Please... Please... Have mercy on me... Stop..." I ignored her and continued thrusting. After two or three minutes, I deliberately stopped for a moment. She let out a long sigh, lay on top of me without moving, and said, "You're finally finished. If you hadn't finished, I would have..."

I parted her labia and found her pink clitoris. Because she had just had an orgasm, her clitoris was still swollen. I gently licked it with my tongue. "Ah!...No...please...it's so itchy. Ah...ah..." I continued licking her clitoris, occasionally sucking on it with my mouth, gently touching it with my teeth, and then forcefully pulling her down there, pushing my tongue as deep as possible. "Ah...um...ah...it's itchy...I...I'm going to...come again...stop...don't lick anymore...please...ah. Ah ah..." A gush of vaginal fluid gushed out. "Um...ah..." She climaxed again. "How is it? Is it comfortable? Is it more comfortable than a massage? You climaxed again, haha." She panted heavily. "You're so bad. You're bullying me." I didn't bully you just now.

"Ah...no..." Before she could resist, I pressed her down again, aimed my penis at her vulva, and thrust in forcefully. Because she had just climaxed, it went in easily. "Ah, no more." "I've worked so hard all day, you should reward me, right? Besides, I'm doing this for you, so you can have another go." I said with a wicked smile.

"Ah...you're so naughty...ah. Mmm..." Before she could finish, I had already covered her mouth with mine, while simultaneously thrusting in and out. Although she had already orgasmed and released a lot of vaginal fluid, her vagina was still very tight, gripping my swollen penis, it felt so good. Slowly, she calmed down and became less tense, so I became gentler with her, slowly thrusting in and out nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, each time she moaned softly. I whispered in her ear, "Do you like it?" "Mmm," she responded. My hands were also busy, sometimes stroking her breasts, sometimes lightly grabbing her buttocks, and sometimes touching her clitoris. "Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...mmm..." From her moans, I knew she was enjoying it. We lingered there for over ten minutes. I got up and slowly raised her legs, giving my penis plenty of room to penetrate. With a thrust of my hips, I could reach deep into her uterus.

I pumped rapidly for several more minutes. "Ah... hurry up and cum... ah. I'm about to come again... ah. ah... hurry..." Hearing this, I felt a surge of excitement, and I was starting to lose control. "Okay."

I pumped wildly again. "Oh, ah, I'm going to cum inside. Ah." "Ah. Cum. It's okay... ahhh! Ah!" "Oh! Ah!" I growled, and a thick stream of semen shot deep into her uterus. "Ah-----" She reached another climax with my ejaculation.

I whispered in her ear, "Wasn't it great?" "Ugh, I'm going to die."

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