Years of Burning Passion (1-2)

The Passionate Years – Sister Luo (8500 words) I. Sister Luo herself is a post-80s generation, a true-blue mainland Chinese, patriotic and fiercely opposed to evil. She received her undergraduate degree in Beijing and now works in a private company, earning a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan through her own hard work. She got married and had children a few years ago, and her life is currently stable. In her spare time, she reminisces about her past sexual experiences, some joyful, some regretful, but mostly nostalgic for her youth. "Mom, why is the grass mud horse in the Gobi Desert?" This was a question a little girl asked her mother on a sleeper train two years ago when I was on a business trip. I burst out laughing. Kids these days have so many more opportunities to experience and understand society than we did back then. It's truly a blessing. Okay, let's get back to the main topic and talk about my own experiences. ...Ten minutes later... Although I had an early sexual awakening (like Ai Iijima), I never slept with a woman from elementary school to college graduation. I did date a couple of guys, but whenever I faced those clear, innocent eyes, I couldn't bring myself to push them down. There's a saying, "If love is meant to last, why bother with physical intimacy?" In my senior year, with fewer classes, the most common topics of conversation among classmates were graduation theses and jobs. Back then, our parents' workplaces would help their children find employment, which is why I chose my university major based on job requirements—thinking that a higher degree and a relevant major would at least get me a technician position. But by my senior year, policies were changing, and our generation of children wasn't eligible anymore. I was heartbroken, but there was nothing I could do; I could only take it one step at a time. I was busy with graduation and living on campus was becoming inconvenient, so I rented an apartment outside (back then, apartments in Beijing were so cheap! I rented a 120-square-meter apartment near the back gate of Renmin University on Suzhou Street for only 2400
yuan a month; I remember there was even a Pizza Hut in the shops near the entrance of that complex). I rarely went back to school except for necessary school matters. I studied design, and jobs like that were easy to find in Beijing at the time. I found a design company near Zhongguancun with a guaranteed monthly salary of 1200 yuan, which required me to handle business and create proposals myself. Whether it was luck or something else, I earned almost 7000 yuan that month. I was incredibly proud of myself; my father, a mid-level cadre, only earned a little over 3000 yuan a month! But my good fortune didn't last long. After only a few months of glory, SARS struck in 2003. A dormitory building at Renmin University was quarantined; students had to carry food up in baskets, and they weren't even allowed to leave the building. I was terrified, so I quit my job, hurriedly finished my graduation procedures at school, and bought a train ticket home, hoping to escape the city as soon as possible. When I called my mother to tell her I had bought the ticket, she wouldn't let me go back. She said the SARS crackdown in our hometown was severe, and everyone returning from Beijing was being arrested and quarantined. I remember my mother crying and saying, "Son, just wait a little longer. If you don't come back, you'll still have freedom in Beijing. If you come back, you'll definitely be arrested and quarantined." Hearing this, I burst into tears. Looking back now, I realize how vulnerable I was. So I stayed in Beijing. For the first week, I stayed cooped up in my rented apartment, not daring to go out. I just ate instant noodles, drank bottled water, and watched TV every day. Later, I couldn't stand it anymore and went out for a stroll. During SARS, buses in Beijing were sparsely populated, like private cars. I wandered around Beijing for a few days without seeing anything, and started to regret quitting my job. However, it was a critical time, and I was eager to go home, so I was too lazy to look for work anymore. Anyway, my parents weren't withholding my money, so I had no choice but to drag my classmates who hadn't left with me to bars and nightclubs to kill time. Of course, that's how the sex scene happened. I met Sister Luo thanks to a female classmate from high school. At the time, she was studying at the Institute of Labor Movement (now the School of International Relations, whose honorary president at the time was Wei Jianxing, and Gao Yuanyuan graduated from this school). She had graduated but was still living in the school dormitory. When I went to visit her, we went to drink at a nightclub near her school (I've forgotten the name). It was early July. My classmate and I met at that nightclub, found a corner, ordered a dozen drinks, and chatted lazily. There weren't many people in the nightclub, probably because of SARS. The few customers were all huddled together in twos and threes, chatting quietly. No one was dancing on the dance floor. As we were chatting, my friend got up to go to the restroom, and I lay alone on the sofa with my eyes closed, lost in thought. A moment later, I felt someone walk up beside me. Thinking it was a classmate returning, I said without opening my eyes, "Sit down when you get back, aren't you tired of standing?" The person sat down next to me without ceremony, leaving a trail of fragrance. Wait a minute, that's not right, my classmate doesn't usually wear perfume. I quickly opened my eyes and saw a woman with a ponytail, wearing a gray linen shirt with rolled-up sleeves, sitting next to me. She wasn't tall, her looks were passable, her skin was very fair, and her breasts were very large, disproportionate to her figure. I couldn't help but wonder if her small frame could support those two bulges. "What are you…?" I hesitated for a moment before quickly asking. "It's nothing, I just got off work and came to relax a bit. It's usually crowded here, so I rarely come. But lately, with fewer people due to SARS, I've been coming more often to unwind. When I came in, I noticed you stood out, and since you were alone, I thought I'd join in the fun. You don't mind, do you, little brother?" the woman said generously. (Thinking back to that day, I was wearing all white Adidas and had dyed my hair blonde. In the dimly lit, sparsely populated slow-rock bar, I did stand out a bit. Plus, I was a recent graduate, so I had a strong student vibe, which easily made a good impression, regardless of my looks.) "Oh, it's okay. Then, sister, please sit down and chat with me. I have a classmate who went to the restroom; he'll be back in a bit," I replied noncommittally. "Is it a male or female classmate? If it's a female classmate, I'll sit with you for a while. If it's a male classmate, I'll leave. I wouldn't dare drink with two strange men," the woman joked. "Don't worry, sister, my classmate is a girl. We just graduated from university; it's nothing like what you're thinking," I said, pretending to be angry. My classmate happened to come over too, and we introduced ourselves. Since none of us are petty, we started chatting. From our conversation, I learned that the woman's surname was Luo, she was from Guizhou, a graduate of a finance and economics university, 30 years old, and she and her boyfriend were her classmates. After graduation, they rented a basement near the university and worked to save money, dreaming of buying a house in Beijing and settling down. We all had a great time chatting that day. We all had a good impression of Sister Luo, and she liked us too. We exchanged phone numbers, and Sister Luo said, "If you ever come here, just give me a call. I work nearby, and I'll definitely come over as soon as I get off work." Sister Luo said she especially enjoyed chatting with us young people, saying she saw her younger self reflected in us. So, during that time, I went to my classmate's house every day. Sometimes it was just me, my classmate, and Sister Luo; sometimes it was Sister Luo with her boyfriend (whom my classmate and I called "brother-in-law"); sometimes it was just Sister Luo and me drinking and chatting. Back then, neither Sister Luo nor I had any ulterior motives; we just chatted and drank together, talking about our university days, how her boyfriend pursued her, and her experiences after graduation. Sometimes we also talked about our families. From these conversations, I learned that Sister Luo's family wasn't well-off. Except for Guiyang, the rest of Guizhou was very poor. It was precisely because of this poverty that she studied hard and wanted to go to university to escape that impoverished place. But even after entering university and society, she still found it so heartbreaking. Her boyfriend's family was from Lianyungang, and their financial situation was average. They couldn't help them much, so if they wanted to stay in Beijing, they had to rely on their own hard work. To be honest, I didn't really resonate with what Sister Luo was saying. In 2003, the housing price in Beijing was only 4,000 to 5,000 yuan per square meter.
It was expensive, but not outrageously so. If I had wanted to stay in Beijing back then, my family could have easily bought me a 100-square-meter apartment. It wasn't until I met more people that I realized how much money can really make a hero. Because of this, every time we went out drinking, I was the one who insisted on paying. My classmate was carefree, but Sister Luo was different; she always insisted on paying, but this time she couldn't win against me. Because of this, Sister Luo favored me, her little brother, even more. Whenever she had free time, she would invite me to her tiny 20-square-meter basement apartment. Every time Sister Luo cooked in the hallway, she would mutter, "Once your brother-in-law and I move into our new house, we'll treat you well. Otherwise, it'll be a laughing stock if people talk about how your older sister always takes advantage of her younger brother." This harmonious scene lasted until the end of July. That noon, I had just woken up from a nap and, out of boredom, opened my laptop and put on some porn. I was just about to start masturbating (I was a virgin, and I was about to ejaculate on the bed, which wouldn't be fun if I didn't), when Sister Luo called. "Little brother, what are you doing? Free tonight? Let's go out for drinks. I got a bonus today, it's my treat." "Sure, I'll gladly accept. Same place as always, I'll wait for you." I hung up the phone and continued my masturbation. Sister Luo's work ends at 5:30. Although she had promised to pay, I couldn't bear to see her suffering. So I went half an hour early, ordered the drinks, and waited for her with Snake. By the time Sister Luo arrived, my Snake game had almost filled the screen. I looked up and smiled, saying, "Sister Luo, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist and paid again today. Sorry, maybe next time." Sister Luo was a little angry: "Why are you always like this? Are you looking down on me? Next time then, it's settled. If you do this again, I'm breaking up with you." With that, Sister Luo threw her bag at me, sat down next to me, poured herself a drink, and started drinking. Seeing this, I grabbed a bottle and clinked glasses with Sister Luo. After drinking for about an hour, Sister Luo suddenly said to me, "I had a fight with your brother-in-law at noon today."
I was about to ask why when Sister Luo continued, "I saw a second-hand apartment near Yangqiao, less than 500,000 yuan. Your brother-in-law and I have saved over 200,000 yuan in the past few years. I was thinking of having your brother-in-law ask his relatives for some money, and I'm trying to get a small loan from the bank to buy the apartment. But your brother-in-law is stubborn; he insists on buying a new apartment, saying it's cleaner and there's less financial pressure. He just won't ask. I'm so angry! If we wait for a suitable apartment, we'll have to wait two or three years. What if the prices go up by then? This one, although it's an older apartment, is ready-made. If everything goes smoothly, we can move in by the end of the year. Do you know why we haven't gotten married yet? It's because we don't have a house. We can't get married in that tiny 20-square-meter apartment. I think he just doesn't want to marry me!" Hearing this, I was completely stunned. I said to Sister Luo, "Sister, I've never even been with a woman before. This is too complicated for me. I don't understand. I think you two have a good relationship, it shouldn't be like this. Besides, you were fine when you came in, why are you talking about this now?" Sister Luo frowned and said, "It's nothing, I just get angrier the more I think about it. I've been with him for so many years, I've given him my youth, and now all I'm doing is asking him to lend me some money, and he acts like it's going to kill him." After that, Sister Luo got angrier and angrier, and the delivery guy ordered another dozen beers. From 7:30 pm to almost 8:30 pm, Sister Luo kept complaining, and more than half of the new dozen beers went down her throat. During this time, I didn't say a word, I just sat there and listened. By this time, Sister Luo's emotions had stabilized a bit, but she was still basically drunk. Seeing that it was enough, I said, "Sister, let's call it a day. I'll take you home." Sister Luo said, "Okay, little brother. I'm really sorry about today." Just as I was picking up Sister Luo's bag and helping her up, (damn…writing this, I'm getting excited! The old saying 'no coincidence, no story' is so true!) Sister Luo's phone rang, vibrating and ringing. I took it out to see the caller ID; it was my brother-in-law. I quickly handed the phone to Sister Luo. Sister Luo took the phone and immediately asked her brother-in-law where he was and when he would be home. From this, I thought they had a good relationship. But then Sister Luo started arguing with her brother-in-law about borrowing money, basically saying things like, "You have to lend me the money, whether you want to or not." My brother-in-law seemed to get angry too, and he started arguing with Sister Luo on the phone. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Sister Luo's last words after hanging up were, "Fine, you said it, let's break up, don't regret it!" After saying that, I saw Sister Luo burst into tears. Oh well, Sister Luo had nowhere to go. After leaving the bar, I offered to take Sister Luo to her friend's place, but she absolutely refused, saying she couldn't bear the embarrassment. I suggested getting her a hotel to sleep in, but she still refused, saying it was too expensive. They argued like that on the street for ages, until I said, "Sister Luo, come to my place, it's not far from your workplace," and only then did Sister Luo stop arguing. It was almost nine o'clock when I got home by taxi. I'd been arguing on the street for ages and was starving, so I dragged my already drunk sister Luo downstairs to Pizza Hut to get a codfish cake. Pizza Hut was so nice back then; the salads were free! I gave Luo a small portion to help her sober up. It was another half hour before we got the pizza. As soon as we left Pizza Hut, Luo threw up right at the door. But that was good; it helped her sober up a bit. But even after throwing up, Luo was still yelling about wanting to drink, and it looked like she was about to start arguing again. I had no choice but to go downstairs to the supermarket and buy two cans of soda before she finally came upstairs. Back home, I pushed Luo to sit on the living room sofa, put pillows and a blanket on it, told her to go to sleep early, and then ignored her. (Damn, women are such a hassle.) By the time I finished washing up and sat on my bed, watching a movie on my laptop and eating pizza, it was almost 10:30. I heard Luo taking a shower in the bathroom during that time. Anyway, I didn't go out at all. Around 11 o'clock, I was engrossed in watching a DVD when I heard Sister Luo knock on my door and say, "May I come in?" I said, "Come in, no need to be so polite." I didn't even turn my head; I just felt Sister Luo walk over and sit on the bed behind me. "Um... um... little brother, I'm sorry about today. I lost my temper. After all that commotion, I'm hungry. Could you get me a slice of pizza? Even though I was wrong, you can't punish me by making me go hungry."
"Hehe..." I chuckled awkwardly, then picked up the pizza next to my laptop and turned to hand it to Sister Luo behind me. When I turned around, I was stunned. There were still water droplets dripping from the tips of Sister Luo's wet hair. The towel on the living room sofa was wrapped around her chest, and her breasts were faintly visible. I quickly turned my head away. "Sister Luo...you...this is...you are too...too..." I was incoherent at that moment. After all, watching porn and watching real people are two different things. Sister Luo laughed at my embarrassed look. She said, "Little brother, do you think I'm pretty?" I turned my head away and said, "Not bad, your skin is really good, and your breasts are quite big." Sister Luo laughed even harder when she heard this. "Then why don't you dare to look at me? Do you have some dirty thoughts?" I said no, and turned my head back to Sister Luo, but this time I looked into her eyes. Sister Luo didn't expect me to stare into her eyes like that, without even looking anywhere else. After staring at each other for a while, Sister Luo said, "There aren't many boys like you these days." I smiled and said, "Not bad. Sister Luo, I've always considered you my sister. If it were any other woman today, I would have pounced on her already." Before I could finish speaking, Sister Luo pulled me close and sealed my lips with hers. Good heavens, what was going on? I was completely stunned. I pushed Sister Luo away forcefully, so hard that she fell flat on the bed and bounced back up. Sister Luo didn't expect me to do this either, and tears streamed down her face. While I was still panicking, Sister Luo got up and walked out. Before leaving, she said, "Little brother, I'm sorry, I'm not that kind of person, but do you know how much I'm suffering right now!" Hearing this, it would be too unmanly of me not to move. I quickly took two steps forward, hugged Sister Luo from behind, turned her face towards me, and kissed her on the lips. There wasn't much foreplay; I just sucked on her lips and tongue hard. Of course, my right hand wasn't idle either. With a gentle tug, the towel wrapped around Sister Luo slipped off. Sister Luo's two large breasts bounced out, and my right hand immediately began to caress one of them, kneading it from all sides. Sister Luo never imagined that just moments ago I was as innocent as water, but now I was acting like a beast. She couldn't speak, only making "mmm" sounds. Hearing these sounds and feeling the soft, fleshy mound in my hand, a surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen, and my penis stood erect. I was wearing shorts, and I was right next to Sister Luo, who was now naked after the towel was pulled off. When Sister Luo felt something hard pressing against her lower abdomen, her legs went weak and she couldn't stand up. At that moment, I didn't care about anything else. I picked up Sister Luo, took a few steps back, and turned around to sit on the bed, placing her on my lap, still holding her fragrant lips. With my free right hand, I slowly began to grope downwards. When my right hand touched a large clump of hair, I knew I'd arrived. Following the pattern in the AV, I slowly slid my middle finger between Sister Luo's tightly clenched legs. The feeling could only be described with two words: "soft" and "wet." My heart pounded like a drum. Sister Luo probably sensed my energy, and her tightly closed legs slowly opened a little. This made it easier for my finger to slide back and forth. After sliding back and forth a dozen times, I felt Sister Luo's lower body was even wetter. I remembered that the actresses in AVs weren't this wet. Just as I released Sister Luo's mouth and was about to look down, Sister Luo seemed to know what I meant and seized the opportunity. She used her arm to lift my head, sat up, straddled my lap, and pushed me flat on the bed. Only then did Sister Luo recover, and she said angrily, "You naughty boy, you almost suffocated me. You still want to see my pussy? Dream on, I won't let you see." "Fine, I won't see then. So what's next?" I asked knowingly. "You little rascal, you're already like this, what are you going to do?" After saying that, Sister Luo slapped my erect penis, saying as she did so, "I didn't expect your little brother's thing to be so big," then she squatted down on me, holding my penis and slowly sitting down towards her opening. (I've measured my penis myself, and it's only 13 centimeters, but my glans is as big as an egg. Before I graduated, my roommates and I watched porn in the dorm, and a few of us teased each other by comparing them. Except for one classmate from Xinjiang who had 17 or 18 centimeters, the others were only 10 to 13 centimeters.)
There was a gap, but my glans was definitely the biggest among them, even the classmate from Xinjiang was envious. So I guess when Sister Luo said "big," she meant the glans. I was lying flat, propping myself up on my elbows, and I could just see my penis slowly sliding into Sister Luo's vagina. The stimulation, the feeling, was something even a god wouldn't trade. As Sister Luo's opening slowly swallowed my penis until it reached the base, I couldn't help but ejaculate. Sister Luo felt my penis suddenly jump up and asked helplessly, "Did you ejaculate?" I was so embarrassed at that moment, and I quickly explained, "It's not like that, Sister Luo, I'm still a virgin. I've never experienced anything so exciting before, especially with such a beautiful and charming Sister Luo. How could I not ejaculate?" Sister Luo smiled, lifted her buttocks, released my penis, and then quickly cupped it with her hand. I watched as the milky white semen I had ejaculated gushed out in streams, falling into Sister Luo's hand. Sister Luo rubbed it, and seeing that nothing more was flowing out, she brought her hand to her eyes to look at it, then smelled it, and said, "You really are a virgin. The semen doesn't have any strange smell." Seeing Sister Luo's actions, my penis slowly stood up again, right in front of Sister Luo's opening. I saw that Sister Luo was still squatting and holding my semen, and was about to say something when I thrust my hips upwards with all my might, and my penis went all the way down. Caught off guard, Sister Luo launched a surprise attack. With a cry of "Ah!", she lunged forward onto my chest, smearing all the semen from her hands onto my breasts. Ignoring the disgust, I wrapped my arms around Sister Luo's waist to hold her buttocks in place, and started thrusting again. After ejaculating once, the feeling wasn't as intense. After over a hundred thrusts, a tingling sensation in my lower back caused me to thrust upwards again, and I ejaculated once more. Looking at Sister Luo, her face flushed, I saw her lying on my chest, panting softly. After a few breaths, she said, "How could you be so naughty? I wasn't ready at all." Seeing her alluring expression, my penis, still inside her, hardened again. That night, I made love to Sister Luo eight times, each time ejaculating inside her, but towards the end, I could barely ejaculate anymore. I don't remember how I finally fell asleep, but when I woke up it was almost 3 PM. Sister Luo wasn't there; she'd probably gone to work. I picked up my phone and saw several missed calls from Sister Luo, so I quickly called her back. Sister Luo suggested staying with me for a few days to see how things went with her husband, without mentioning anything about last night. I didn't mind; the house was big, one more person wouldn't hurt. For the next few days, Sister Luo didn't initiate anything. We'd just have dinner together after get off work, sometimes go out for a walk, sometimes just chat in the house. Every day at a certain time, she'd send me from the living room to the bedroom to sleep. It was me who, on the other hand, would shamelessly drag Sister Luo to my room, or we'd make love on the sofa. After the first time, I got used to the feeling, and in the following days I became more and more vigorous, going four or five times every night, until Sister Luo kept begging for mercy. During this time, I also wanted to try kissing Sister Luo's vagina, but she always refused, saying she was embarrassed. Until the day before Sister Luo went back, after we'd made love three times, we were lying in bed chatting, and Sister Luo, unable to resist my advances, finally agreed to let me kiss her vagina. When I knelt between Sister Luo's legs, it was the first time I'd seen the structure of a woman's lower body so closely. Sister Luo had a lot of pubic hair, but compared to the actresses in adult videos, her labia were smaller, basically just a slit. I parted the slit with my hand, slowly brought my head closer, and smelled it. It had a faint, musky scent, which I found very pleasant. Perhaps because I was so close, my nose lightly touched Sister Luo's genitals, and I felt her tremble slightly. A thin stream of clear fluid flowed from her vaginal opening. I lightly licked the fluid with my tongue; it was a little sticky, but tasteless, which reassured me enough to kiss her deeply. Sister Luo hadn't expected me to be so forceful, licking so vigorously without any transition. She pushed up with her calves, her lower body erecting. Then she quickly pushed my head away with her hands. Sister Luo, panting, said to me, "Little brother, you're killing me! Is this how you kiss someone? How about this, you lie down, and I'll teach you how to kiss." I obediently lay flat on the boat, spread my legs, knelt on my head, and slowly lowered my buttocks, aligning my private parts with my mouth. "Okay, lick slowly." After saying this, Sister Luo began to slowly move her buttocks back and forth. "Mmm. Mmm. Hurry up... kiss the top... yes... right here... take it in your mouth." Sister Luo slowly got into the mood and began to direct me between her legs. After all, it was my first time kissing a woman's private parts, and I was very enthusiastic at first, but later Sister Luo seemed to be getting into it. She didn't care about me being below her at all, and simply lowered her buttocks and sat on my face, rubbing her private parts back and forth on my face. It was stimulating at the time, but Sister Luo's vaginal fluid was so much that it was all over my face, and my mouth, which was facing her vagina, became the disaster area. I don't know how much of Sister Luo's vaginal fluid I swallowed. After that, I didn't care about anything else. I opened my mouth and took Luo Jie's private parts completely into my mouth, sucking and licking them vigorously from all sides. This stimulation caused Luo Jie's body to stiffen up quickly, and she collapsed next to me, motionless—she had reached orgasm. Judging from her expression, she was probably incredibly satisfied. Afterwards, I made love to Luo Jie twice more before we fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day, I woke up late again. Seeing that Luo Jie hadn't called, I called her. She said she wouldn't be coming over that night; her brother-in-law had gone to her workplace at noon, crying and begging her to come back, and had promised to borrow money from relatives. She softened and agreed to go back. Actually, I knew Luo Jie loved her brother-in-law very much; otherwise, she wouldn't have lived in a basement with a man for so many years. Later, Luo Jie and I went out for drinks a few more times. I also asked Luo Jie, if she loved her brother-in-law so much, why did she sleep with me? Sister Luo said she was under a lot of pressure back then, especially with such a great opportunity to buy a house, but her husband didn't understand. She felt that all her years of perseverance and hard work had suddenly become meaningless. Sister Luo said she was lucky I was there that day, otherwise she would have been suicidal. She said those few days were a reward for me. This all happened in mid-August. After that, Sister Luo and her husband were busy with the trivial matters of the house in Yangqiao and didn't have time to go out. So I started going out to visit my classmates again. Sometimes, when fate comes, you can't stop it, and when fate leaves, you can't hold on to it. In late August, I went to Shidu, Hebei with some classmates. I lost my phone while riding horses. Before I could even ask Sister Luo for my phone number, my mother started urging me to come home, saying that the SARS checks in our hometown weren't as strict anymore, and my father had found me a job through his friend so I could go back. I hurriedly packed my things from the rented apartment, checked out, had dinner with some teachers I was close to at school, met up with some classmates who were also going to Beijing to pursue their dreams, and then visited Sister Luo before heading home. I still think of Sister Luo now, but I can't remember what she looks like anymore. The only things I remember are the warmth she gave me in her private parts and her hearty laughter. I hope her dream of settling down in Beijing comes true, and I hope she's happy and content there. [The End] [Last edited by ls1991lsok]

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