Chapter Four of [The Era of Promiscuity]

Chapter Four
After seeing Mom off, the three of us returned to the house. I was the last to enter, closing the door behind me.
The living room was a mess, with various adult toys scattered all over the floor, both male and female.
Under the table where Mom and Dad had just had sex lay a large, incredibly realistic artificial penis; you could even vaguely
see the folds in the foreskin. I went over and picked it up, examining it closely. It looked so familiar. Then it dawned on me
—it was a birthday present my dad had given me when I turned eighteen, saying it was made from a mold of his own penis
. No wonder it looked so familiar.
Nowadays, most adult toy factories offer this service, but it's very expensive. I don't remember exactly how expensive
, but I remember Dad telling me to keep it safe. I treasured it and kept it next to my pillow ever since
. Back then, my dad was busy with work and didn't always have the time or energy to have sex with me. Whenever I wanted him but he
couldn't satisfy me, I would look at the dildo beside my pillow and then masturbate with a vibrator I bought on Taobao for a few dozen yuan
—I couldn't bear to use it; it was a birthday gift from my dad.
I barely used that dildo for almost a year until I was nineteen, when my mom found
it. The dildo was milky white; if used frequently, the material would turn yellow from vaginal fluid,
a yellow that couldn't be washed off. My mom noticed it was still as bright and white as when my dad gave it to me, especially
with several noticeable bristles below the glans, and she guessed I rarely used it.
My mom had probably wanted it for a long time, so she asked to borrow it, saying I didn't need it anyway. My
mom is sometimes like a child, pleading with my dad and with us children, and I
couldn't resist her coaxing, so I "lent" her the dildo. I only said I'd borrow it, but who knew that
would be the end of it until today when I saw it again, now yellowed like a carrot.
I thought, "Mom was just warming up, why didn't she use this carrot earlier? Why did she have to steal Dad's attention from me
? My mom!" I sighed; having a mom like this is really a headache.
I put the dildo on the table. Anyway, Mom's out now, it's my
time. I looked up at Dad on the sofa and saw him smiling at me. My younger brother sat next to Dad
; the two looked like they were cut from the same mold, only one was bigger than the other, except for their two almost
equally thick and long penises.
Kids these days mature early; their reproductive system—or more precisely, their sex organs—begins to develop from seven or eight years old
, long before their minds are fully mature. For example, my clueless younger brother, barely twelve years old, already possesses
sexual abilities equivalent to an adult. Of course, this is largely related to the natural and social environment. When sexual intercourse becomes
the main theme of social life, this kind of precocious puberty is not surprising.
Nowadays, primary schools generally start instilling sex education in students in the fourth or fifth grade, and
it's a compulsory course. In some areas, it's even earlier. I once heard a classmate say that their local kindergartens have sex education
classes. I told her that this wasn't strange; giving sex education to kindergarten children has been around for a long time. Actually, to be precise,
it should be called reproductive education, like telling them where they came from, etc. Don't children always have
such questions?
She denied what I said, saying it wasn't what I understood. I said, then what else can we do? Teach them how to have sex
?
What she said next completely stunned me, and I felt my worldview was about to collapse. She said
, yes, their local kindergartens often show pornographic films, and male and female teachers have sex in front of the children. She
specifically emphasized that there were male teachers in the kindergarten, but they were all temporary, on call, and would leave after sex.
Holy crap! That's so ahead of its time! I asked her, "Do the kids understand what they're doing?"
She shook her head and said, "They probably don't. It's all wishful thinking on the part of the Education Commission, just because a central leader
said during an inspection that everything should start from childhood."
I said "Oh," but inwardly cursed, "These idiots!"
She'd been saying this to me for five or six years. I wonder if things are still like that in her area. Luckily,
the leaders haven't come to inspect our area, and sex education is still only offered in fourth grade. A year ago, my younger brother
learned a little about sex techniques at school. When he came home and had sex with my mom and me, he would show off, saying things like which position allowed for deeper penetration and which position made it easier for the girl to get pregnant. He would talk as he did it, 　　spitting everywhere
when he got excited . Sometimes I thought he was being too verbose and told him to shut up. 　　He often got rejected by me, but it was a different story with my mom. She'd love 　　to hear him talk, calling him her little darling and saying things like how smart he was and how much he knew 　　. My brother would get even more excited, talking more enthusiastically and thrusting even harder. Then my mom would start moaning 　　, the kind of moaning that could melt your bones. Once, my brother asked her, "Mom, am I 　　hurting you? Why are you moaning so loudly?" 　　I was right there, almost laughing my head off, but my mom nodded seriously and said, "Hmm, 　　a little!" 　　Good heavens! Her uterus was practically an inch away from his glans! 　　My mom glared at me and said, "What are you laughing at? I've been pushing my uterus forward the whole time." 　　I stopped laughing, stuck out my tongue, and thought, "Just keep spoiling him." 　　But then things went wrong, and not with my mom, but with me (since we've gotten this far, I 　　'll finish this story before continuing). 　　Menarche is a sign of female sexual maturity. My first period occurred at the beginning of the fifth month of my eleventh year, 　　which wasn't early compared to girls my age; it was probably even late. Of the twenty-three girls in my class, I knew of nine 　　who had menstruated, and four of them were no longer virgins. Most young girls' first time was with their fathers or 　　brothers; it wasn't common for them to give it to their childhood sweethearts like I did. 　　My first time was with my future husband, Shiwen. It hurt terribly that time. Looking back, I realize 　　I was too hasty; I shouldn't have rushed to him the day after my period started. Now, thinking back, I realize...

I was so incredibly naive back then. How could I have thought it was time for him? Looking back, I'm
even questioning whether I was truly mature at the time. My breasts weren't fully developed, and might not have developed at all
. I remember when he was on top of me, both of our chests looked the same.
But after I lost my virginity, everyone around me treated me like an adult. Who cared if I was truly
mature? As long as I could have sex, that was enough. My dad's previous little bit of modesty about my body vanished.
It's hard to find someone like me with legal sexual rights outside. Teachers can at least take advantage of their students, but where could
my dad, a researcher, find someone like that? Even if there were, they'd all be stuck at home serving their fathers. So, my dad
could only target me.
The first few times with my dad, I couldn't handle it at all; I screamed in pain. Firstly, my dad's penis was too big, making me feel bloated
. Secondly, he couldn't adjust his rhythm and kept using the same techniques he used with my mom on me, which I
couldn't stand. My vagina was already tight, and his big penis was relentlessly rubbing inside me. At that time, I did
n't have much vaginal lubrication, so it was no wonder I cried out.
When I cried out, my dad felt sorry for me and quickly pulled his penis out, leaving a gaping
hole in my vagina. I felt like my perineum was about to tear.
During that period, whether with my dad or Shiwen, intercourse was always accompanied by pain. But it was also from that
time that I realized I might become a slut in the future, like my mom, because the more it hurt,
the more I wanted it.
Soon, my thoughts were confirmed. After enduring nearly two months of adjustment, my
craving for intercourse reached a frightening level. My vagina couldn't be idle for long; whenever it was, it would itch unbearably
.
My dad's energy was waning, so I went to Shiwen. When Shiwen couldn't keep up, I went to my teacher or classmates
. Once, I cornered a male classmate against a wall. Just when I thought I was about to succeed, he suddenly
knelt down in front of me with a thud, looking at me with teary eyes and saying, "Sister Yuanyuan, I really can't ejaculate anymore
."
Fortunately, this almost insane desire didn't last long, gradually subsiding after about twenty days. I think
it's like learning to ride a bicycle. When you first learn, you wish your butt could be glued to the seat all the time, but after
a while, the novelty wears off, and you don't care so much anymore. Even so, my mother still gave me
a nickname: "Little Slut." She called me "Little Slut" all the time, and I actually enjoyed it.
My mother's sex education for me also started with calling me "Little Slut."
One sentence my mother often told me was, "It's not a complete sexual experience without internal ejaculation."
I heard this sentence many times and remembered it. What is internal ejaculation? I asked my mother at first, and she explained that internal ejaculation
is when a man ejaculates inside the vagina.
But what is semen? You might not believe it, but after dozens of sexual encounters, I'd never actually seen
what semen looked like. Men would ejaculate deep into my vagina, where it would be absorbed into my uterus,
clinging to the uterine wall and nourishing my delicate reproductive system until it was absorbed and became part of my body
. My little uterus was so thirsty back then that I never saw a single drop of semen flow from my vaginal opening
.
Those years, under my mother's guidance, I really went a little crazy with it, and my father and Shiwen really went all out, managing to keep it up
. However, despite the frequent internal ejaculation, I didn't get pregnant. Probably because my ovarian function wasn't fully developed at the time, and
the eggs I produced weren't yet capable of reproduction.
My mother was right; without internal ejaculation, it wasn't a complete sexual experience. When the warm semen sprayed onto my cervix
, it was like a parched flower bathing in spring rain, my entire lower abdomen feeling moist and warm.
It was an essential part of sex, I always believed that, and at the time, it certainly seemed that
way.
This idea lingered with me for four years, and during those four years I was completely absorbed in it. Four years later, I
was seventeen. Seventeen is a young woman, and I was quite skilled in various sexual techniques. But it was
in this year that I had an accident, unrelated to sexual techniques, but rather related to the internal ejaculation I had always advocated. Before my accident
, two other things happened: my younger brother, Xiaolin, turned eleven, and eleven-year-old Xiaolin
could ejaculate.
(To be continued)

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