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In the sweltering summer heat, the sun relentlessly baked this dilapidated old town. In the distance, tall poplar trees drooped under the sun, each leaf bowing low, only one or two leaves swaying weakly on their tips. I walked, drenched in sweat, down the streets of the old town, a large satchel slung across my shoulder, containing membership stamp booklets for a large supermarket. My job was to deliver these booklets to this supermarket, and my delivery area happened to be this run-down old town. I wasn't actually an employee of this supermarket; I was a student at a well-known university in the city. Due to my family's financial difficulties, I could only work during the summer holidays. Perhaps it was good luck, or perhaps it was the relatively strong physique I'd developed from years of farm work. I easily found two jobs: delivering booklets to the supermarket in the mornings and working as an intern at KFC in the afternoons. Together, I earned over a hundred yuan a day. At this rate, I could earn three thousand yuan a month, enough for my living expenses next semester.

This was my first day delivering stamp booklets in this old town. It wasn't too strenuous; I just carried my backpack and went door-to-door along every street and alley. If no one was home, I'd slip them under the door. In less than two hours, I'd delivered more than half. Just two more alleys and I'd be done for the day. It was so hot today! If the weather were cooler, this wouldn't feel like work at all; it would be like a stroll. I thought to myself, but my pace didn't slow down. When I turned from the main road into a small alley, I immediately felt much cooler. This alley wasn't paved with cement like the others; instead, it was paved with long stone slabs in the center, occupying only a small portion of the path, with a muddy path covered in green moss on the sides. "It's not much better than the roads back home. I never thought there would be roads like this in a big city," I thought to myself as I started delivering stamp booklets to the residents along the alley. To my surprise, as I walked up the steps of the first house, I noticed a few words taped to the glass of the dilapidated wooden door: "Leisure, Massage." I honestly didn't know what "leisure and massage" meant; I just knew it was a place for wealthy people. Without thinking much of it, I opened the door and went in. Again, to my surprise, the so-called leisure and massage parlor was completely empty. A large curtain divided the room into two areas. Behind the curtain was something else entirely, and in front of it was a chair. That was all. I put the brochure on the chair and turned to leave when I suddenly heard footsteps behind the curtain—the sound of high heels. A woman emerged from behind the curtain. I glanced at her and my breath quickened. She looked to be in her thirties. She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, only the bottom two buttons fastened. A white bra covering her enormous breasts came into view. She was only wearing black semi-transparent pantyhose, with her red panties clearly visible underneath. Her round thighs stretched the pantyhose tightly, and her pubic area, encased in red panties, looked like a small, bulging bun. I froze, as if struck by lightning. She laughed at my reaction, bent down, picked up the brochure I had placed on the chair, and started looking at it. Time seemed to stand still; I don't know how much time passed before I reacted. I turned and ran away as fast as I could. Even after running for more than ten meters, my heart was still pounding wildly. I had never seen a woman's body so close before, let alone such a sexy one. Although I had watched pornographic videos with my classmates in the dormitory, nothing had ever stirred me like what I had just witnessed. I squatted in the corner of the alley to calm myself down. Only then did I realize my penis was as hard as iron, throbbing and rubbing against my underwear.

After a long while, I felt it slowly soften, and my heartbeat subsided. I glanced at the stamp booklets in my bag; dozens more I hadn't finished. I chuckled self-deprecatingly and continued working. I returned to the massage parlor I'd been at. I started handing out booklets from there. When I reached the second shop, although it had the same wooden door, there was nothing on it. I figured it was fine and stepped inside. Aside from the different color of the curtain and the different style of the chairs, everything else was exactly the same. The only difference was that this time, a woman dressed fairly normally was sitting in the chair. She was probably in her thirties, very thin, and her clothes looked rather loose. She wore a very short skirt that tightly hugged her buttocks, and her two white, slender legs were crossed in an unladylike manner, her white underwear completely exposed before my eyes. She looked up slightly when she heard me enter. I mechanically handed her the catalog and turned to leave. After the first encounter, I was calmer this time. I even secretly glanced at her underwear again. I felt nervous and excited. I went in and out of seven or eight similar rooms along this short alley, seeing different underwear or stockings each time. I vaguely knew what these women did: prostitutes! I could have them for money, I thought. However, having never been involved in prostitution before, I felt it would cost a lot of money, and countless reports from television and newspapers told me they were definitely connected to the underworld. So, during my deliveries, I never considered talking to them or asking about prices, because I was too afraid.

With each delivery, I got to know every woman in the alley, though only by their appearance. They got used to receiving catalogs from me every day, and for almost a month, we had these brief encounters every morning. If things had continued as they were, I might have looked back on my hard work in the future, and I might have proudly told my children how remarkable their father was back then. But there are no "what ifs" in life.

The turning point came on payday. Since we were part-time workers, the supermarket management was quite humane, paying us every two weeks. I received 800 yuan. Because the supermarket's business had been booming recently, the manager was so happy that he not only treated everyone to dinner but also gave each of us an extra 100 yuan as a bonus. I was also very happy, and I ate until I was sweating profusely. After dinner, my colleagues who were also part-time workers left the restaurant in twos and threes. I walked alone on the street, deposited the 800 yuan I received into an ATM, and strolled around with my 100 yuan bonus. For the past two weeks, I had been working two jobs every day, so tired that I would fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I had never been able to stroll around so leisurely as I was today. Perhaps because I run around every day, my legs involuntarily led me to my delivery area. By the time I realized it, I was already at the bend of a small alley. I then realized that my subconscious had brought me here. At the alley entrance, I had a very difficult internal struggle, and ultimately, my throbbing, aching penis triumphed over my once-successful brain. I decided to find a prostitute today!

Actually, I'm a complete virgin. I only watched porn for the first time in college. Hearing the women's pleasurable moans and the powerful thrusts of the men on the screen, I couldn't help but have countless thoughts. This time, I wanted to be like the men on the screen, pinning a woman down, thrusting my penis into her relentlessly, making her submit to the power of my penis, listening to her pleasurable moans, and trying every position like the protagonists in the films, finally ejaculating inside her.

Having decided to go in, I stood at the alley entrance, seriously considering who I was looking for this time. I carefully recalled the women in every room, and decided to go find the woman I had first met. Her black pantyhose and the red panties underneath kept replaying in my mind. I went straight into the first massage parlor. Just as I expected, the woman was dressed the same as when I first met her, but this time she was wearing an even tighter white thong under her black pantyhose. I wasn't as nervous as I was the first time I entered. I calmly said "Hello" to her. She smiled when she saw me, got up, closed and locked the door. Without saying a word, she took my hand and led me behind the curtain. I felt she could feel my hand trembling slightly, and the sweat pouring from it. Behind the curtain was a large bed. After pulling me to the back, she let go of my hand and began to undress, first her top, then bending down to remove her pantyhose and the tight thong. A mature body appeared before me. Luckily, I was mentally prepared. Nervously, I stripped off all my clothes, letting her lead me to press myself against her. I couldn't help but open my mouth to kiss her, but her arms strongly blocked me. I tried several times, but her arms either blocked me or she dodged my advances. I had no choice but to give up, grabbing her large breasts tightly with both hands. Her breasts seemed large when she was clothed, but for some reason, they seemed smaller once she took them off. I touched them; they felt like deflated sacks, completely different from what I had imagined. They weren't firm like the breasts of the actresses in movies. At that moment, her hand grabbed my penis and began to stroke it rapidly. I had never had my penis stroked before, especially an erect one. A wave of pleasure surged through me, and my head spun. I let her do as she pleased. Soon, she took my penis in one hand and inserted it into her vagina. I felt the head of my penis slowly sink into a soft, fleshy opening. Little by little, this soft opening slowly swallowed my penis, and soon, my entire penis was enveloped in this feeling—warm and moist. I involuntarily began to thrust, the exhilarating sensation instantly filling every cell of my body. Her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, and I thrust vigorously between them. People say that a man's first time is usually short, but I don't know why my first time lasted for over ten minutes inside the prostitute's vagina. At first, she groaned exaggeratedly after I entered her, but later, with my continuous and unchanging thrusting, it turned into genuine, frantic screams. Amidst the woman's cries of pleasure, I felt a chill run down my spine, my penis throbbing as if it were about to burst. Involuntarily, I increased the frequency of my thrusts. The woman's moans gradually faded from shouts to silence, her mouth wide open, head stretched back, eyes tightly shut, hands gripping mine tightly, legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust wildly. Soon, I ejaculated, gushing out streams of semen—about a dozen spurts—before collapsing onto the woman. After resting for a while, my penis was squeezed out of her vagina. I looked down and saw that she had put a condom on me sometime during the night. The tip of the condom was full of thick, slightly yellowish semen. At this moment, the woman got off the bed. Her face was flushed as she carefully removed the condom and thoroughly cleaned me with a wet wipe. She also wiped her own vaginal opening. Only then did I truly examine her genitals; they were indeed very full. It was bulging like a small steamed bun, covered in dark pubic hair. It looked similar to the inside of a vibrator. At this point, the woman started getting dressed and handed me my clothes, which I also put on. Only then did I realize that I hadn't asked her how much it cost since I entered. My mind went blank; I felt terrible, I was in trouble! I tried to appear calm and asked, "How much?" "We're old acquaintances, give me 80." I couldn't believe my ears. I always thought prostitution was expensive, so I never imagined it would only be 80 yuan. If I had known it was 80 yuan, I would have taken advantage of her the first time I saw her. Thinking this, I handed her 100 yuan. She took out 20 yuan from her bag on the bed and gave it back to me. "Come visit often," she called out as I left.

I turned back and smiled.

After that night, I worked even harder at my delivery job. Every day, after finishing my tasks early, I would go to her house to chat. Whenever she opened the door, I would go in to see her. She was happy that I visited her every day, even though I would often take advantage of her—touching her breasts or putting my hand inside her pants to touch her vagina—she never got angry. Sometimes she would even grab my penis. About half a month passed like this, and then school was about to start. During our conversations, we learned about each other's situations. We were both struggling financially, and we shared the same rural life. These shared experiences brought us closer. Just before school started, she invited me over. This time, we were completely uninhibited, without any restraint or precautions. We made love passionately on her bed, six times in total! Each time, I ejaculated inside her, until her vagina was filled with my semen, which kept flowing out.

After that, I went back to school, and she continued her business. I would occasionally visit her, sometimes even staying overnight at her place, making love to her passionately. But we knew that all we could offer each other was this most primal lust. A year later, I received a first-class scholarship at school. I bought many things to go find her, but she was no longer there. I asked her colleagues, and they said she had gone back to her hometown a month ago. I knew my bizarre experience was finally over. I gave all the things to her colleagues, who were very grateful.

Many years have passed. I no longer need to toil under the scorching sun for money, and I have a beautiful wife. But occasionally, I still think of myself, full of scholarly air, and that woman who fell into prostitution!

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