Played with my cousin

I was at Northwest University of Political Science and Law, and she was at Xi'an University of Finance and Economics. Because of family ties, we often visited each other. In the first semester of my junior year, she suddenly came to see me. She had a boyfriend from outside the university who had been arrested by the police. She asked me to go with her to see him, but since we weren't family members, they wouldn't let us meet. She was quite heartbroken, so I took her back to our university. There's an ancient tomb on campus, the tomb of Zhang Tang, the Imperial Censor of the Western Han Dynasty. I took her there for a stroll, and we sat down under a pavilion to chat. Maybe it was because it was midday, but she got sleepy and leaned on my shoulder, dozing off. Her drowsiness wasn't the main issue; the important thing was that she was wearing a round-neck short-sleeved shirt and a denim mini-skirt, which she wore to see her boyfriend. Speaking of which, I really admire my cousin; her figure is amazing. She's not tall, but her legs are beautiful, and her breasts are even more beautiful—firm, round, and large. I was also dazed and got an erection. I immediately reached out and touched her thigh, but she didn't react. So I went straight to her skirt and touched her. She, still half-asleep, wrapped her arms around my neck. There were people coming and going, so I didn't dare continue and just stopped there. I stayed still until she woke up, then took her home.
About a week later, she came to me, crying and saying she wanted to break up. Unfortunately, I lost my phone—a Nokia, a cheap, cheap phone. She accompanied me to the Bell Tower to buy a new one, and after that, we strolled around Lianhu Park nearby. It was unbearably hot at two or three in the afternoon, and the park was almost deserted. We found a bench under a tree by the lake and sat down. I sat down first, and she followed closely behind. She was still wearing the same clothes, and her scent was overwhelming in the sweltering heat. I turned to look at her; she had her head down. Without thinking, I grabbed her and kissed her. She didn't resist, only making a few token attempts to pull away before hugging me back. To be honest, my cousin is a first-rate kisser. I didn't know how to French kiss back then, but she did, and she was incredibly skilled. Thinking about it now, it's kind of disgusting. She fueled my desire, especially since it was our first French kiss; it was like adding fuel to the fire. I felt like I was about to explode with a hard erection. I simply helped her stand up and slipped my hand inside her denim miniskirt. Her underwear was soaked. She stopped and asked me if all men liked doing this. I was a bit stunned and stopped what I was doing, just staring at her. When she saw me stop, she said, "Do all men like to touch a woman's skirt while kissing?" I was dumbfounded. I said I didn't know, I had no experience. She said it wasn't appropriate to do this in a public park. I had no choice but to suppress my desire and take her back to school.
Once on the bus, she asked me to treat her to something to eat in the urban village opposite our school. I had no experience then, but I figured I should treat her to a meal. The urban village opposite the university was called Xicui Village. Because it faced the east gate of the university, it was very bustling. Students from nearby foreign language colleges, normal universities, joint colleges, and Northwest University all came there. Later I learned it had a nickname: "Cannon Village." It was almost dark when we arrived at Xicui. I treated her to oden. After the meal, she said she didn't want to go back to school. It was too dark, she was scared. I was naive then, I didn't understand. I said okay, I'll find you a hotel. We got a room, not expensive, 30 yuan with air conditioning. After getting the room, I took her there. We opened the door, said hello, and were about to leave when she asked me to boil water for her. I had no choice but to do it. I'd just filled the tub and hadn't even put the water on the stand when a strange noise came from next door. At first, it sounded like someone was banging on the wall. Less than half a minute later, I heard that familiar female voice from an adult video. And the soundproofing in that house was terrible, and the noise from next door was incredibly loud. It aroused my desire, but I didn't dare act, just stayed by the kettle. Finally, I heard the kettle boil, and then, as if in a race, the noise started again. I looked at her, she looked at me, she got up from the edge of the bed, about to say something, when I suddenly lunged forward, grabbed her, and started kissing her. I didn't think about anything else, just kissed her. The light was dim, and we were locked in a passionate, fiery kiss, like dry wood meeting a raging fire. This was accompanied by the moans and groans all around us. I started to let go of her, my hand slipping under her shirt to pull down her bra and touch her breasts. My other hand went under her skirt, groping her breasts. They were probably a C-cup, very round and firm, and they felt amazing to touch. I don't know how long we did this, but then she suddenly pushed me away. I froze
, too scared to move. She panted and told me to go buy a small towel and some condoms. I immediately understood and rushed downstairs to buy them. I'd never bought condoms before and didn't know anything about them. After hesitating for a while, I bought a box of Durex condoms with granules. When I got back to the room, she was already covered with a blanket and in bed. She laughed and asked if it was her first time. I had to shake my head. I was covered in sweat, so I put the things on the bedside table and went to take a shower. I was worried I'd ejaculate too quickly or wouldn't be able to get an erection, so I deliberately showered with cold water until I felt nothing down there before putting on my underwear—of course, it was red. Since it was my second time, I was still nervous, afraid I wouldn't be able to get an erection again, so I shakily took a corner of a cup and got into bed. I wriggled to the side and reached out to touch her breasts. Holy crap, she was wearing clothes, but it seemed like she wasn't wearing a bra; I could feel her nipples. I lay down on my side and kissed her, my hands restlessly exploring her breasts. We started with a French kiss, moving down to her ears, neck, and chest. From the moment I kissed her ear, she started moaning softly, her legs rubbing against my penis. I have to say, I loved her breasts the most. Back then, all I knew from watching AVs was her breasts. I didn't know what to do next, so I just kissed one breast while touching the other. I don't know how long I did this, but I really liked her breasts. She gasped and asked me why I wasn't continuing. I froze. Continue? After a moment of hesitation, I started kissing one breast and touching the other, while my other hand reached down to her genitals. Holy crap, I touched her skirt. I was a little disappointed, but then I touched deeper—pubic hair, no underwear! I was overjoyed. I imitated Kato Taka and inserted my middle finger into her vagina and started probing. She reacted intensely, her stomach arching upwards. Seeing that she was aroused, I worked even harder.
Not long after I started trying, she suddenly slapped me, completely stunning me. Her face was flushed red as she asked, "Are you sure this isn't the first time?" I admit, I chickened out. I had no choice but to sit up straight and, looking at her red face, told her the truth. I said it was the second time; the first time was with my girlfriend a month ago, but I couldn't get an erection and couldn't finish. She actually laughed. I was about to get dressed and leave when she grabbed me as I turned around and said, "I'm soaking wet down there, you have to take responsibility." I said, "Okay," and pushed her onto the bed, violently lifting her skirt. I immediately did what you see in adult videos, putting my head between her legs and licking her. The moment my tongue touched her genitals, she howled like a wolf. I didn't know if I'd licked her clitoris; I just had one thought: laugh at me, I'll make you laugh, I'll lick you until you question your existence. Her screams were incredibly loud, and I was a little scared. Her screams were like a telegram, high and low. The high ones were especially terrifying, even more frantic than the screams of the women in adult videos I'd seen. Watching her scream wildly, I was genuinely terrified. Suddenly, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the curtains weren't fully closed, and I realized that the hallway was right outside, and the windows of this apartment faced the corridor. I immediately stopped, preparing to close the curtains tightly. She sensed my hesitation and asked if I was satisfied with the drink. At that moment, unaware that she had sprayed some out, I told her to get lost, as the curtains were open. I turned and closed the curtains, honestly unsure if the next step was to get down to business. I lacked the confidence to force myself on; I was afraid I'd go limp. Hesitating, I stood there, and seeing my hesitation, she asked, "Do you know how to use a condom?" I had never used one before and didn't answer immediately. She laughed, picked up the condom box from the bedside table, suddenly stood up, and expertly opened the box, unpacked it, took out a condom, and brought it close to me, preparing to put it on me with her hand. But I was still stunned by the gap in the curtains. I was quite embarrassed. She held the condom in her right hand, lay down, and said, "Come on top of me and kiss me."
I snapped out of my daze and climbed on top of her. I genuinely enjoyed French kissing her; her French kissing skills were truly top-notch, and no one had ever surpassed her. I got hard almost immediately. She didn't even tell me to get up; I just lay there, and she casually put a condom on me. Then, after a moment's hesitation, she asked, "Why did you buy one with bumps?" I said I'd never bought one before and didn't know. Then she started thrusting around on the floor, but after a while, I still couldn't get in. I was sweating profusely, and some of it dripped onto her face. She laughed and used a small towel to wipe my sweat. Holy crap, that's when I realized what she wanted that small towel for. It was a square towel, pure sky blue. After wiping me, she told me to sit up and look down. She held my hard penis with one hand—to be honest, it was already a little painful from all the thrusting. She pressed down on my waist with her other hand, and then she went in. It was all the way in. I felt a lot of heat around me, but it wasn't as tight as I'd imagined; it was even a little loose. I didn't move after it went in, wanting to savor that feeling of being surrounded, neither too tight nor too loose. But then she said, "You thrust back and forth." That was her exact words. I almost burst out laughing, thinking, shouldn't it be "back and forth"? I had no experience either, so I started the piston motion, not too fast, not too slow, each time inserting it completely and then pulling it out.
Strangely, her moans subsided. Besides the piston-like movements, I had to support myself on the bed with both hands, looking up at her, and keep doing this for about five or six minutes—quite a long time, anyway. Then she said, "You always go so hard." That spurred me on, and I suddenly started thrusting like in an adult film, at a very fast pace, like when I'm about to ejaculate. The bed creaked constantly. As soon as I started thrusting, she screamed like she was going to die, a really loud scream. I had no choice but to cover her mouth with mine. Strangely, even at that high frequency, I didn't feel like I was going to ejaculate. Instead, I heard continuous wet sounds from her lower body. Maybe it was youthful vigor, but I maintained that frequency for at least ten minutes. Looking back, that was my peak. She continued screaming and wrapped her arms around my waist. Seven or eight times she seemed out of breath and rolled her eyes back, but I ignored her. Of course, we were always using the traditional position; I didn't know any other positions at that time. Later, I couldn't get the pace up anymore and was about to slow down when I felt something running down my thigh. I looked down and, holy crap, the wooden bed didn't absorb water, the sheets were soaked, and the water was pooling under her buttocks. Every time she moved, the water splashed up. It was the first time I'd ever seen such a lewd scene. I started thrusting like a madman, even faster than before. Strangely, she stopped moaning, but I ignored her and kept going.
About five or six minutes passed after she stopped moaning, and I finally felt like I was going to ejaculate. A little while later, I ejaculated. After I finished, I rolled over and lay down next to her. I was so tired, covered in sweat, like I hadn't dried off after a shower. I was just panting and didn't pay attention to her. She lay there in that position without moving. I lay there for about seven or eight minutes, then checked my phone—11:30. I looked back at her; her eyes were open, but she didn't say anything. I shook her, and she spoke. Her first words were, "I just fainted! Why didn't you wake me?" No wonder she was silent for a while. I panicked when I saw her and asked, "Are you alright?" She said, "I'm fine, you were too rough!" I lay down and hugged her, and she kissed me right away. Seriously, her French kiss was amazing; I still can't forget it. I instinctively put my arm around her head, and soon I was hard again. Impulsively, I climbed on top of her, ready to go again. Suddenly, I remembered I wasn't wearing a condom. Just as I was about to turn over to get one, she said, "Do you want to try what it's like without a condom?" I nodded, and my lower body started thrusting wildly, still unable to find the entrance. She helped me in again. It was the first time I felt a woman's hand guiding my penis; it felt wonderful. Before long, I was inside a wet, slippery hole, feeling a bit like masturbating while touching shower gel. This time, I didn't stop; I went in and started thrusting. Again, all the way in and all the way out. She asked me, panting, "Does it feel better to wear a condom or not?" I blurted out, "Without a condom!" Hearing her soft moans aroused me even more, and I continued at a slow, steady pace. After a while, she asked me, "Do you want to cum?" I said I didn't feel anything. She said, "If you keep doing this, I'll get pregnant." Holy crap, I got scared and pulled out. She put a condom on me and said, exactly what she said: "Honey, be rough with me one more time." She actually called me "honey," so I started doing it again, at that silly, unsteady pace. It went on for a long time until I couldn't hear her calling anymore.
I was so tired I couldn't go on anymore, so I stopped and left it inside me. We were both panting heavily. There was one thing I really admired about her: she actually used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from my head and neck. After wiping, she said, "Pull it out." I pulled it out, and she immediately touched my glans. I asked her, "What are you doing?" She said, "I'm checking if the condom is broken." She touched it all over, and I felt really good being touched by her, but unfortunately, she only touched it once before putting her hand down. She said, "Do you want to change positions?" I asked, "What position?" She immediately turned around, lay face down on the bed, and stuck her butt out towards me. Then she said, "You can enter from behind." I half-knelt, afraid I wouldn't be able to find the door, so I used my hand to feel for it first, inserted it, and then my penis followed my hand in, but my fingers didn't come out. It didn't feel very tight even with both my penis and fingers inside. After a while, I pulled my fingers out and started moving. But this position was new to me, and I felt like I was going to ejaculate, so after a few thrusts, I pulled out and had her lie down. Then I started thrusting wildly, and strangely, I ejaculated very quickly. After I finished, she was too tired to get up, so she lay there holding me without moving, saying, "Honey, you're so amazing, my pussy is all swollen." I deliberately humiliated her, saying, "Was it better than your ex-husband?" She said, exactly what she said, "Better than all my previous husbands." I asked her, "When was your first time, and who did you give it to?" She said, "15 years old, my middle school boyfriend." I asked her, "How long were you together?" She said, "We broke up after a year." I asked her, "How many have you had since?" She said, "Including the one I just broke up with and the first time, six in total." I said, "No wonder your breasts are so big!" Then she suddenly got excited, sat up, and asked me to turn on the light. I turned on the light and crawled back. Holy crap, her hair was disheveled, her face was flushed, and she was covered in beads of sweat. She said, "Look at my breasts," and even cupped them with both hands, saying, "My breasts are European/American shaped, very symmetrical, very full, very perky, and a standard cone shape." I looked, and they really did resemble the breasts filled with gel in AVs. Ignoring the light, I pounced on her and kissed her breasts, using my hands to stimulate her vagina. I was going to use one finger, but then I hardened my heart—she'd been with so many men, she must be loose by now. So I inserted three fingers, and it was surprisingly easy, going in without any resistance. And it wasn't tight at all; there was room to move my hand around, but I didn't try using my whole fist, which I guess would have worked too. After a while, the fluid started flowing onto the bed, and I finally saw the scene clearly. Holy crap, the places on the bed where we'd been fighting were all wet, still wet. I even pulled my hand out and smelled it; there was no odor, just like clean water, no smell at all. Looking at her, I saw a horny expression on her face, moaning incessantly. She said intermittently, "Honey, I want it again." I teased her, "Don't you have several husbands?" She said, "I only want you." I said, "With so many husbands, have you ever had your ass fucked?" She said, "A few times, but it hurt too much, it wasn't comfortable." I said, "Which husband is the best?" She said, "You're the strongest. You've made me pass out several times, I've even rolled my eyes back, didn't you see?" Just as she finished speaking, I went over to fuck her, but then she said, "Honey, you're tired, lie down, I'll do it." Holy crap, I lay down, she put a condom on me, and started rocking. I have to say, her previous husbands had trained her quite well; the cowgirl position was incredibly pleasurable. She even sucked on her right hand fingers and touched her breasts with her left hand while rocking.
Holy crap, this was so exciting, especially with the lights on this time. I just lay there, watching her rock herself to orgasm, watching her scream. By the time I ejaculated, she had orgasmed at least three times. After I finished, I hugged her and lay down. I glanced at my phone—damn, it was past 3 a.m. I was so tired I just fell asleep. I woke up around 10 a.m. the next day, and she was still asleep. I called her and told her I'd skipped my economic law class. She said, exactly what she said, "I wanted it." My back was killing me; it felt like it was going to break. I had no choice but to say, "I have to go back to my dorm to prepare for my international economic law assignment this afternoon. I can't do it now; let's do it another day." Then I got dressed and left without looking back. That night, she texted me, asking two main questions: first, that her genitals were swollen, red, and painful; and second, what constitutes a collateral relative within three generations. Damn, when I saw the second question, I broke out in a cold sweat. It dawned on me—she's my cousin on my aunt's side. She said, "Just treat last night as a dream, keep it to yourself." After that, we only kept in touch intermittently until she got married the year before last. After that, we barely contacted each other anymore. I still saw her around Chinese New Year, but everything was normal, as if nothing had happened. Now she's married and has children. However, I often think back to that crazy night. To be honest, that was the limit of my sexual activity frequency and duration to this day; I've never had that frequency or that duration again. Before her wedding, I booked a private room at the Spicy Space in Ximen. She did show up on time, but her words and actions were incredibly materialistic and vain. I immediately felt she wasn't the same person anymore, that we weren't on the same wavelength, so we just had dinner and parted ways.
[The End]

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