Unforgettable Memories

Author : reprehend Word Count
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********** ... Elementary school teachers are all like that; many of them like to wield their authority like a tyrant. I remember my homeroom teacher harshly criticizing his mother in front of us, then pointing at me and saying, "Look at XXX! Make your son learn from her! If he doesn't study, he won't pass !" Aunt Lu gave me a friendly look and then said ingratiatingly, "We definitely will, definitely!"... After we left the classroom, she took the initiative to say to me, "Please help my son Xiao Z more in the future. You're welcome to come to our house to play often! You can call me Aunt Lu from now on!" I readily agreed, so I could legitimately not go home early after school. From then on, Xiao Z would basically ask me to stay at his house for half an hour to an hour every day after school. It wasn't that he really wanted to study hard, but that he wanted to copy homework. Copying at school was too dangerous; there were girls everywhere who would tattle. Of course, home was the safest! We usually got out of school early, so we rarely had a chance to see his parents, but when we did, it was always his mother, and she would always offer him fruit and candy. I got to know Xiao Z very well. I still remember one day he opened a hidden compartment under his bed and said all his money was in there. In the late 1980s, society wasn't as materialistic as it is now, and being a child, I had no concept of money. But when he told me there was 200,000 RMB inside, it still made me do the math for a long time. I knew my parents' combined monthly salary was less than 300 RMB, so his family must have been very wealthy. Then he told me something shocking: he said it was what my father left us, that he had run off with another woman. I felt really sorry for him. You know, divorce was still very rare back then. The fact that he told me all this meant he considered me a trustworthy friend! Three years passed uneventfully like this. My interactions with Aunt Lu were limited to me getting perfect scores on tests, winning essay awards, and helping Xiao Z. Back then, you had to take an exam to get into junior high, unlike now where schools are divided by district. Unsurprisingly, Xiao Z went to the worst school in the city, and I went to the best junior high. The day before junior high started, I was still playing at their house when Aunt Lu said, "Even though you're not going to the same school anymore, please come and help him often!" I nodded emphatically. Back then, it wasn't like now, where a text message or WeChat message is enough to keep in touch. Although there were phone calls, it was hard to guarantee we'd stay in touch. Add to that the pressure of transitioning from junior high to senior high, and we gradually lost contact. Fate loves to play tricks on people. In such a big city, if we hadn't met again, there wouldn't have been so many stories. But who could have imagined we'd meet again five years later? I was already a junior in high school then, sixteen or seventeen, the peak of my physical development, accompanied by a surge in hormones. Basically, during that period, I needed to masturbate at least once a day; otherwise, I couldn't concentrate at all. I'd think about women almost every few seconds. I practically wore out the pages in my family's dictionary containing words like "sex," "genitals," and "reproductive organs." Thinking about it now is terrifying; just seeing those words would make my penis erect for a long time. Kids these days are so lucky; they can find almost everything with a simple Baidu search. In my time, there were no such resources. The most embarrassing thing back then was going to the public bathhouse. I was terrified of thinking about women; just one thought would give me a huge erection, leaving me speechless among the group of older men around me. As for morning erections, they were even more exaggerated. In winter it was okay, but in summer I had to constantly tell myself to distract myself, distract myself again and again, because it was so obvious. Usually, the swelling wouldn't subside until after I brushed my teeth. In my second year of high school, the old apartment building my family lived in was going to be demolished, and my father received a new apartment. The whole family was overjoyed; the old building was a tenement building with a terrible public toilet. Then came the issue of renovations. My parents, worried about affecting my college entrance exams, specifically rented an apartment in the west of the city, close to the school. They worked during the day, cooked dinner for me in the evening, and then rushed to the new apartment in the east of the city to oversee the materials—a process that took almost six months. Those six months completely changed the trajectory of my life . After the renovations started, I began riding my bicycle to school. Although the rented apartment was close to the school, it was still about five or six bus stops away. I think it was late May, a weekend afternoon. The city, like my hormones, seemed to start to stir. The weather changed abruptly, without warning, and a torrential downpour began halfway home. Without an umbrella or raincoat, I was quickly soaked to the bone. Normally, even if the rain was heavy, I'd just ride home in one go, completely drenched. But then I thought about the exam papers in my bag that couldn't get wet, and decided to find shelter. Back then, apartment buildings were open to the public, and there were no security guards like there are now. I found shelter under the eaves of a nearby building. Unfortunately, the weather was uncooperative; the rain showed no sign of stopping, and it was almost six o'clock. Thinking about my bag full of exam papers, I felt a headache coming on. Just then, a tall woman with an umbrella came in. When she closed her umbrella, our eyes met, and we both paused for three seconds, then our faces lit up with surprise. "XXX, it's you! You've grown so tall!" "Hello, Aunt Lu, it's been so long!" After exchanging for a while, I learned that Zhang had been sent to a boarding school. Her old house was too big, so she bought another one and rented out the old one. I apologized to her for not having proactively helped her son all these years. She waved her hand...

"You still have to prepare for college entrance exams, how can you take care of him!" When she learned which high school I was in,
she was overjoyed. "I knew you were smart when you were little, and I was right. With such a good high school, you're basically guaranteed a top
university !"...

Seeing my disheveled and soaking wet appearance, she insisted that I go upstairs with her to change clothes, saying that I absolutely couldn't catch a cold during this
crucial time. I thought about it later and realized she was right; who would do all those exam papers if I got sick? After refusing a few times, I
went upstairs with her. She went first, and I followed behind. Only then did I have the chance to
examine . She was truly tall and sexy, and I could see her full breasts from the side.
The wind and rain outside were so strong that even with an umbrella, her pants were soaked and clung tightly to her body, the outline of her light-colored underwear
reflected on her plump, peach-like buttocks. Her faint body fragrance filled my nostrils, and my
penis almost instantly became erect, so I quickly used my backpack to cover myself. She walked ahead, oblivious
, rambling on about my childhood with her son, and I only responded absentmindedly.

When we arrived at her house, my erection slowly subsided. She told me to quickly take a shower and change my clothes.

There wasn't the scene from a novel where the aunt bursts in during my shower to have sex; instead, I couldn't help but
fantasize and masturbated in her bathroom. When I came out, Aunt Lu had changed into loose clothes,
and we chatted for a while longer. She said, "It's getting late, so I won't keep you for lunch. But you
must come tomorrow at noon if you're free. Xiao Z comes back once a week, so it won't take up too much of your time!" Later, I thought
it would be a good to return my clothes and see a classmate I hadn't seen in years, so I readily agreed.

The next day, I arrived at her house on time, and Xiao Z was already waiting for me downstairs. Although
we hadn't seen each other for five years, there was no awkwardness at all, and we started chatting about everything under the sun. Aunt Lu secretly told me yesterday that Xiao Z
has repeated her final year of junior high for two years, and if she doesn't pass the exam this time, she'll be going to a vocational school. I roughly understand that she still wants me to be
able to study with Xiao Z like before, especially now that she knows I'm in high school. I guess
that's one reason she invited me to dinner. Of course, this request seems a bit selfish, because I'm going into my final year of high school, and
I don't have time to help Xiao Z, who has always lacked motivation in her studies. Now that I think about it, I guess parents always worry about their children.

Maybe she really has no other choice; she's hired countless tutors to no avail, and pinning her hopes on me
is just a desperate measure. My parents have always been very open-minded; after I told them, they roughly
guessed what was going , but they just told me to help if I could, but only if it didn't affect them. After lunch, I
offered to help Xiao Z prepare for his high school entrance exam if needed. I remember Aunt Lu's eyes
lit up; she thanked me happily, her beautiful eyes almost blinding me. Xiao Z was also very happy, though I
knew it wasn't for studying, but for the chance to escape that prison-like boarding school.

With just over a month until the exam, I felt that if he really put his mind to it, Xiao Z might actually pass. So,
I went to their house two or three times a week to help him prepare. Perhaps
feeling embarrassed stopped being so reluctant to study. The junior high curriculum was relatively simple, so the results were quickly apparent
. Similarly, I spent more time with Aunt Lu. She became my primary
object . While masturbating, I fantasized about having sex with her in various scenarios; her figure and appearance
were unmatched by any of my teachers or classmates. Sometimes she would listen in on our studies, occasionally asking questions;
it was clear she admired me. Life is sometimes full of coincidences; even a slight delay
can change many things.

It was a weekend in mid-June, and the weather was already quite hot. To avoid the sun, I arrived at
Xiao Z's house half an hour early, already drenched in sweat. Before I even knocked, Xiao Z came out. "So early?"
I asked. He said his mom wanted him to go downstairs to buy some drinks because it was so hot. I offered to go with him, but he
said no, he should rest and would be right back. Then he called out, "Mom, XXX is here,"
and went downstairs. I went into the room but didn't see his mother. I guessed she was getting dressed because I was early.

It was very hot, but they hadn't turned on the air conditioning that morning; they must have opened the windows for ventilation. Knowing Aunt Lu was changing,
I felt awkward about wandering off and just stood in the living room. About five minutes later, she came out of the bathroom,
completely naked. Aunt Lu was stunned, and so was I. It seemed Xiao Z had told her she hadn't heard me
come in. This was the first time I'd seen a mature woman's body since I was 17
, and even now, more than twenty years later, recalling this scene still stirs my emotions. Her skin was dazzlingly white; her breasts were large and full,
standing tall and firm, with two prominent, dark nipples; long, thin pubic hair covered her mons pubis,
still glistening with tiny droplets of moisture; a clear slit was visible beneath the pubic hair.

Instantly, my blood rushed to my head, my head buzzed, and my penis swelled to its limit,
pushing up my thin summer clothes. After about four or five seconds, Aunt Lu snapped out of it, seemingly glancing at my
crotch , her face flushed, and covered her chest as she rushed into the room, leaving me standing dumbfounded in the living room, watching her
full, round buttocks tremble as she left. A while later, she came out, her face still red, after she had dressed. I was about to explain when
she interrupted me, "It was so hot, I took a shower. I thought Xiao Z went downstairs to buy some cold drinks, and no one was home. I didn't expect
you to be here so early today!"

"It's just that Auntie was careless today, don't take it to heart! Just pretend nothing happened,"
she said, gently patting my back. The matter was already over, but her touch instantly made me hard again, and
her face flushed red. I felt my brain short-circuit. Unexpectedly, she blurted out,
"XXX, you've grown up..." I guessed she was going to say it was a normal physical phenomenon, but looking at her full breasts and
recalling her naked body from earlier, I impulsively hugged her tightly, my hard, rod-
like penis pressing against her lower abdomen.

Feeling her burning body, I clumsily tried to kiss her, but she pushed me away, "I'm your aunt,
how could you do this?" I instantly sobered up, my surging desire cooling down instantly, realizing I was truly insane
. Seeing me hanging my head in shame, she probably wanted to comfort me. After a few seconds, she said, "Xiao Z will be back soon
, don't let him see." Hearing this, I suddenly raised my head and stared straight at her, feeling... no matter how I thought about it...
Her words had a hidden meaning. Seeing me staring blankly at her, she hurriedly looked away and whispered, "I'll go
tidy up. It's cool now, so you can start studying when he gets back." Then she went into her room.

A few minutes later, Xiao Z returned; it was quite a close call. I was distracted all morning while reviewing, and
Aunt Lu didn't come out again. On one hand, I felt a deep sense of guilt towards Xiao Z, thinking I was a terrible
person —after all, she was Xiao Z's mother; on the other hand, Aunt Lu's large breasts and stiff pubic hair kept
replaying in my mind; "You've grown up," "Don't let Xiao Z see," "I'm your aunt."

I was in a daze all morning, like I'd lost my soul. Around
10:30 , I went home. Aunt Lu finally came out of her room to see me off. I tried to look her in the eye, but she
avoided my gaze. Back home, I clearly remember masturbating six times while recalling Aunt Lu's naked body, before I could
suppress my desire slightly.

The next time I visited for tutoring, Aunt Lu, perhaps having thought a lot, specially saw me downstairs and looked at me earnestly,
saying, "Xiao Z's high school entrance exam is the most important thing right now, so I'm troubling you. We'll talk about everything else after the exam." I stared in surprise
into her beautiful eyes; this time she didn't look away. I seemed to read a lot in them, yet also seemed to
understand nothing, so I nodded vigorously.

And so, until Xiao Z's high school entrance exam, nothing more romantic happened. Perhaps Xiao Z had truly worked
hard, or perhaps it was because he had studied for two extra years, but miraculously, his score reached the city's minimum high
school admission line. With his family's money, he should be able to attend a good high school. As for me, I kept waiting for Aunt Lu
's words, "We'll talk about it after the exam." The day after the results came out, she insisted on treating me and my family to dinner, but I
declined, saying my house was under renovation, and went alone. She treated Xiao Z and me to a meal at the best restaurant in the city, and
unusually ordered a bottle of red wine. She drank most of it herself, while Xiao Z and I each had a small glass
as a token gesture.

Xiao Z was especially happy because he had been accepted into high school, meaning his mother had finally agreed to let him have his game console and go on vacation to his relatives' house at the beach
. If I hadn't been in my final year of high school and needed tutoring, he would have insisted on dragging me along. Amidst the clinking of glasses, I
tried to meet his gaze, but everything remained normal.

After dinner, Aunt Lu insisted that I come to her house for a while. It turned out she wanted to give ***** some gifts. My
initial intention was truly just to help Xiao Z, so I couldn't accept these things no matter what. Aunt Lu probably felt
embarrassed to accept money in front of Xiao Z, so she put ***** in her pocket and insisted on walking me downstairs alone. In those days
, the stairwells were sometimes very dark at night. Aunt Lu, perhaps having had a few drinks, lost her footing and twisted her ankle as she went down to the second floor
, letting out a cry of "Ouch!" I, walking ahead, felt a voluptuous body bump into me.
Luckily, she was holding onto the handrail and didn't fall completely. In a panic, I grabbed her waist with one hand and touched her
soft buttocks with the other. I didn't care about anything else and quickly helped her up; thankfully, she wasn't seriously injured. In the darkness, I
felt my heart beating at least twice as fast. Downstairs,
while I was still savoring the feel of her soft waist and buttocks, she tried to give me her [sexual favors]. Seeing my resolute expression, she had no choice but to say she'd
invite me to dinner another day.

Two weeks later, just when I thought my story with Aunt Lu would become a bubble in my countless beautiful fantasies
, she invited me to her house for dinner. This time I was very punctual, not daring to arrive early and cause a misunderstanding. When I
arrived I discovered that Xiao Z had quietly gone on a beach vacation and wouldn't be back until school started. The table was laden
with food, but it couldn't mask the awkward atmosphere. When Aunt Lu mentioned that Xiao Z wasn't home, my mind was already
elsewhere.

To ease the tension, she opened a bottle of red wine and sipped it slowly. I, too, held my drink and
chatted idly with her. After we finished eating and drinking, I offered to help her clean up. She said, "How could I let you do that?" In a flash
, I grabbed her hand. In an instant, we both recoiled as if burned, making
the atmosphere even more awkward. I stammered, "Aunt Lu, it wasn't on purpose," and her face flushed red. I guessed she
was thinking about that day again; I really didn't mean it that way. Looking at her fair, rosy face and full breasts,
my breathing quickened.

Seeing my expression, she probably knew what I was thinking and took a small step back. At that moment, I
couldn't resist and pulled her into my arms. She tried to push me away, just like last time; but I was
determined to kiss her. In the struggle, I finally found Aunt Lu's mouth. Almost simultaneously,
I felt a jolt run through us. My first kiss was given to a
woman 20 years older than me. Completely inexperienced, I even bumped my teeth against hers, causing another moment of embarrassment. But gradually
, realizing she couldn't break free, she stopped struggling and let me hold her and suckle.

About ten minutes later, perhaps she started to get aroused, I suddenly felt my tongue touch something soft
. So this is how you kiss with your tongue! This small stimulation caused my muscles to tense even more, my penis
seemingly reaching its limit, pressing recklessly against her lower abdomen. We
kissed like this for what felt like forever. Then she pushed me away, saying, "I can't breathe..." Looking at her pleading expression,
I couldn't resist biting her again. After a long while, she said to me, "What we're doing isn't right. I'm so much older than you,
I'm hurting you..." I looked into her eyes, "Aunt Lu, I really love you, please."

She looked at me for a long time, then said, "I'm so tired from standing for so long, let's go lie down in the bedroom." In that instant, my
heart leaped into my throat. Through my hazy mind, I knew what was coming next, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. She took my hand and
gently sat me on the edge of the bed. The curtains were already drawn,
the interplay of light and shadow creating a particularly alluring atmosphere in the bedroom. She looked at me quietly and sighed softly, "This must be fate.
I know it's wrong, but I can't control myself..."

Hearing her words, I understood immediately. I pounced on her, a
seventeen- year-old boy pressing tightly against the voluptuous body of a woman in her early forties. My mind was blank
; only human instinct drove my body. She gently hugged my back, letting me kiss her passionately.
I couldn't wait to move on to the next step, trembling as I began to unbutton her blouse, but I could
n't get her bra off.

After hesitating for a while, seeing my clumsy movements, she smiled and gently unbuttoned her blouse from behind.
Her large breasts were once again exposed to me without any obstruction. My mind went blank;
my hands and eyes were glued to her.

Her skin was already smooth, and her breasts were especially delicate. The initial touch sent a jolt through
me , and I couldn't help but lick them. I thought to myself, "This is heaven." As I
sucked, I could feel Aunt Lu trying hard to suppress any sounds. Watching this
woman, more than twenty years my senior, being conquered by me, a sense of male conquest welled up within me.

I quickly stripped off my clothes, and my long-erect penis finally stood proudly
before Aunt Lu. I was quite confident in my penis; a full erection was probably fifteen centimeters, which, as a
Chinese person, felt more than enough. Moreover, my foreskin was well-developed, having retracted early to
below the edge of the coronal sulcus, fully exposing the glans. Combined with its approximately forty-five-degree angle to the ground when erect, it appeared
particularly large.

Aunt Lu's eyes began to glaze over, and then she slowly pulled down her pants and underwear together.
The stiff, bristly hair, the slightly parted slit, mixed with a peculiar scent in the air, constantly
aroused my desire. Without bothering to examine Aunt Lu's body closely, I pressed myself against her again.
The blissful sensation of complete skin-to-skin contact and friction made us both gasp. My hard, iron-like
penis was completely pressed against her wet, fleshy mound, but I couldn't find the entrance. My
body seemed to have only that one spot left, desperately needing warmth.

Aunt Lu noticed my predicament and gently guided me with her hand, leading me to a slippery
entrance . I was instantly excited, like finding an oasis in the desert, and
thrust forward recklessly, penetrating all the way in at once. I heard Aunt Lu let out a soft cry; I can't describe the feeling of being inside a woman's
vagina It was hot and wet, an indescribable sense of satisfaction filling my entire body.
I kissed Aunt Lu fiercely, and before I even started to thrust, I felt a tingling sensation in my penis. My experience with masturbation told me
I was about to ejaculate.

I pressed my penis tightly against Aunt Lu, feeling that not an inch should be left outside her vagina. I felt her
smooth skin and her elastic breasts. The semen I had been saving up for several days without masturbating gushed out like a fountain,
shooting into Aunt Lu's body in rapid spurts. After ejaculating, I lay on top of Aunt Lu, breathing heavily.
The feeling of not having had enough made me not want to get off. Although my penis was still hard inside her, my desire had
weakened considerably. Aunt Lu looked at me, and I looked at her. Then I couldn't help but kiss her again.

I gently pulled out, and a large amount of semen flowed out of her vagina. It felt so good to conquer her. After resting
for about ten minutes, I felt my desire return, and I mounted Aunt Lu again. She once again guided
my penis into her warm vagina, and this time, without any instruction, I began thrusting inside her.

The second time, I lasted a little longer, about three minutes, before I couldn't hold back and ejaculated again. Then
I rested, ejaculated again, and so on. Even today, years later, I still remember it vividly. We did it five times in total, with an average
interval of no more than 20 minutes. Finally, Aunt Lu called for me to stop, telling me to take care of myself. Seeing her concerned
expression , I said, "Okay, I'll rest for an hour." I still
vividly remember her angry yet amused expression. Afterwards, we each took a shower and lay in bed talking. My mind wasn't on talking;
my hands and eyes were practically glued to her full body.

Unable to resist any longer, I straddled her again. This time, I was more familiar with a woman's body, and I
found the entrance myself, entering effortlessly. The time also lasted considerably longer. I used
techniques I'd learned from masturbation, stopping when I was close to ejaculating, resting, and then thrusting again. This went on for about 20 minutes.
When I was close to ejaculating, my thrusting was very forceful, and Aunt Lu seemed to sense it. Her
long- cries finally broke out uncontrollably, and she began to moan loudly. Her entire vagina seemed to suddenly spasm, tightly
enveloping me. I thrust even more violently inside her, like a madman. A tingling sensation ran through my
glans, and I ejaculated inside her for the sixth time. She held me tightly, not letting me move.

This was the first time I'd brought her to orgasm, and the first time we'd orgasmed simultaneously. It felt incredibly rewarding!

My feelings for Aunt Lu were strange. She might have been lonely for too long and needed a man, or perhaps she felt
some gratitude towards me. As for me, it was purely curiosity and a need for sex, an urgent need.
I think it's true that men can fall in love after sex, especially a clueless young man like me with absolutely no dating experience.
For at least
never gave a straight answer. After that day, she gave me her house key, which led to the craziest
summer of my life.

Basically, I went to tutoring classes during the day and ate dinner with my parents in the evening. As soon as they left, I
'd be riding my bike to Aunt Lu's place like lightning. The rented apartment was in the west of the city, and the new apartment was in the east. The rented
apartment didn't have a landline; in those days, only rich people had cell phones. Plus, I'd always been well-behaved,
so my parents couldn't check up on me, and they certainly didn't expect me to dare sneak out at night. Perhaps the age
difference made her feel guilty; she cooperated with almost every position I could think of later.
Even the first pornographic videotape I ever watched was obtained by her. In those days, I
learned a lot from it; basically, I'd get an erection after watching for just a few minutes, then start having sex, then watch again,
and then have sex again.

We even tried anal sex once, but we couldn't get it in no matter how hard we tried. Seeing how much pain she was in,
we never tried it again. The craziest time was when my parents went to my maternal grandmother's hometown for three days to celebrate her birthday, and I stayed behind because I had to go to school half a day
each day . I stayed at her house for those three days, and basically, besides eating,
I did it all—it was sex and then sex. I remember from the first afternoon to the second morning, it definitely happened more than ten times, and in the end, I ejaculated
completely. We did it 20 times in three days, a record I've never broken since.

I'm actually quite healthy, and when I talked to my classmates about the frequency of masturbation and sex, they
seemed a little skeptical. I was also very scared at first because the idea that masturbation was harmful was deeply ingrained in those days.
Even the most progressive magazines only recommended sex once or twice a week at most.

Years later, when I brought this up with a doctor in the US, he said it was fine, it could help clear my
prostate and was a good habit. I almost cried when I heard that, because I'd always worried about impotence
, premature ejaculation, infertility, and so on. This shows how important health education is. But I digress. I'm in my forties now,
not as young as I used to be, but I still need sex once a day. Sometimes my wife can't have sex, so I
still masturbate. As I mentioned before, my intense sexual desire has led to an almost obsessive infatuation with Aunt Lu.

Since Aunt Lu, I've had sex with about twenty women on and off, but I've always felt her
figure , vagina, and voice were perfect. I've also never understood why Xiao Z's father would leave
such a beauty. Of course, Aunt Lu never talks to me about these things. Novels often portray characters as having sex partners older than
their husbands; I suppose that's mostly nonsense.

Aunt Lu was probably 1.65 meters tall, the standard height of an Eastern beauty; looking back now, I think her breasts were definitely a
D cup, and most importantly, they didn't sag even in her forties; her pubic hair wasn't the inverted triangle type, but rather
a ribbon covering her mons pubis all the way to the slit, which was something I'd never seen before; there was absolutely
no pubic hair below the clitoris, and her entire vulva had no odor—truly a beautiful vulva. She liked two
sex , and these were also the positions that made it easiest for her to orgasm: one was standing, face-to-face thrusting; the other was the most basic
missionary position, where you couldn't change positions or stop, and you'd reach orgasm after about ten minutes of penetration. My
favorite looking at her large, white, peach-like buttocks, I'd hug her from behind and
thrust hard, feeling an unparalleled sense of conquest.

Unfortunately, she seemed to find this position painful if penetration went too deep, so I felt she didn't really like it. What
I cherish most is her easy orgasm and her vaginal contractions during orgasm. Of all the women I've been with
, she's the only one whose vagina gave me a feeling of tightness, very tight. Those exaggerated erotic novels contain
too much misinformation. In my personal experience, breaking a hymen is not difficult, and a virgin's vagina isn't necessarily tight;
it's very much related to individual constitution. Getting a bit off-topic, once Aunt Lu and I were physically familiar with each other, as long as we
had enough time, I could give her at least two orgasms every time we had sex, the most being five in one session, leaving us both
exhausted afterwards.

I'm not bragging, because she was the only one, and I usually never lasted
an hour or two as some netizens claimed; it averaged around 15-20 minutes. Her cries of orgasm are
still unforgettable. The hysterical release gave me a huge sense of conquest, and combined with her tight
vagina, it truly made my seventeen-year-old self feel like I was in heaven. So, sex really depends on the person; it's like
a key and a lock—if you choose the right one, both of you will be happy.

Our crazy sex life continued until Xiao Z went home. Back then, there was no such thing as renting a hotel room,
and my family's house was renovated before the start of my senior year of high school, just so as not to interfere with my studies. So
there were no more opportunities to go out at night. Plus, my parents were firmly against me helping Xiao Z during my senior year of high school, which
drastically reduced our chances of having sex. She had a cell
phone , then going to her house during the day for passionate sex.

But this could only happen occasionally; in those days, high school students who frequently skipped school were associated with hooligans and thugs. I
could only manage one or two times a month, no matter how many excuses I came up with. Years later, I finally understood why teachers
forbade high school romances; I was simply too caught up in it to realize it. It was obvious that I
couldn't concentrate in class. Whenever I sat down, my mind would wander. A seventeen-year-old boy,
just experiencing the pleasures of adulthood, suddenly had it all cut short—you can imagine the torment and pain.

My grades plummeted, and even my usually laissez-faire parents started to be
strict with my
background, I could have easily gotten into a top-tier university. After hearing the news on the phone, Aunt Lu was silent for a long time,
then cried and said to me, "It's my fault, it's my fault..." and then firmly refused
to see me again. Xiao Z would occasionally call to check on me, but he never invited me to his house again.

My parents forced me to repeat a year of high school. The pressure of failing the college entrance exam slightly suppressed my libido,
but these premature life experiences made it impossible for me to concentrate on my studies. In those days, there was no expansion of university enrollment,
and the following year I barely passed the ordinary undergraduate admission line, leaving my hometown to study at a university in another city. I
called Aunt Lu a few times, but she either didn't answer or hung up immediately upon hearing my voice. Eventually, even her home phone number was changed
, and we completely lost contact.

At that dilapidated university, the teaching facilities were worse than even my high school; the toilets
were even manually cleaned. Seeing a dozen or so of my high school classmates, who were once my equals, enter China's top 2 universities, and then
a bunch of them go to Zhejiang University, the University of Science and Technology of China, and Fudan University, I felt a deep sense of humiliation. With such a strong sex drive, I
can hardly . From the second semester of my freshman year until the end of my postgraduate entrance exam, I didn't masturbate even once. Like an ascetic,
day after day, I calmed myself down and studied, hoping to make up for it during my postgraduate studies.

Maybe I was just really unlucky; I missed the postgraduate entrance exam by only one point and was assigned to a decent school. I
was still not satisfied. Then I prepared for the doctoral entrance exam, and this time I was lucky enough to receive full scholarships from five prestigious
universities in three countries. You ask me if I like doing research? Actually, I don't, so
after completing my postdoctoral studies, I went to work in a company and am living the nine-to-five life I want now.

So many years have passed, and I haven't seen her since my senior year of high school. But the ups and downs of my life
are basically the aftereffects of that crazy summer. You ask me if I regret it? Really, no. Because I've asked myself, if I could live my life
again , I might still experience that kind of life. The bright moon was there then, and it shone on the returning colorful clouds. Now that
I'm forty and no longer confused, I still get excited about that naked encounter and the crazy sex. I wish Aunt Lu can find her
happiness!

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