My uncle took my virginity

Thirty years ago, on a morning when I went from virgin to married woman, a penis as big as a flashlight was inserted into my delicate, fragile vagina. The pain was unbearable; even now, the memory still sends a chill down my spine.

What more can I say about being born with a lustful nature? But then I think, women are ultimately meant to be played with by men. Who gave you the right to have such a vagina? If you don't let men play with it, isn't that going against the will of heaven?

When I was eleven or twelve, my vagina was always itchy. Because I was young, I didn't know what shame or disgrace was. I would spread my legs and scratch the top of my vaginal opening with my little finger, finding the itching quite amusing. So this became a part of my daily routine: the work of scratching!

I remember my uncle lived in the same courtyard as us. He never married, but I was too young to ask him why. In my young mind, however, I thought it must have been so lonely and boring for him.

Strangely, my uncle always told me he was very young. At twelve years old, I didn't understand what youth meant, what its use was, or how much it was worth. It was a real headache to think about. Oh well, better not to think about it.

Sweet candies and fresh fruit were what my uncle treated me to every day, and sometimes he'd give me some money. So I had to come every day, otherwise I'd run out.

Springtime passed, and then came the sweltering summer. I saw adults pointing at women, their long, white legs swaying beautifully in the hem of their cheongsams. Their breasts, perched high, swayed like camel humps. I often wondered why I didn't have those two beautiful things. I even asked my mother about it.

"Mom: Why don't I look like the steamed buns on your chests?"

"You brat! Don't talk nonsense, I'll beat you to death!"

After that, I dared not ask anything again.

Ah! Uncle was a good person. At that time, I thought only he could scratch my itchy spot. He kept touching my little slit, mmm! It was itchy, so nice! Much more comfortable than touching it myself!

"Oh! It's so itchy! Mmm! A little numb, ah! It hurts! No, it doesn't hurt, it's just itchy..." "Don't talk, if others hear, what will it look like?" Uncle always said this to me. Anyway, my little slit was itchy and numb, so I kept quiet and let him touch it as much as he wanted.

Hey! Strange, why is there a banana hidden in Uncle's crotch? Why doesn't he take it out for me to eat?

No! Why is it hopping and shaking? It's not a banana, then it must be a radish? No, it doesn't look like a radish either; then what is it?

Thinking about it wasn't enough; I had to muster the courage to actually feel it and find out. But my uncle was still in bed, and the bed was so high. I was small and short, and I couldn't climb up without an adult pulling me. Then, a thought struck me. I

asked my uncle to carry me to his bed, and when he wasn't looking, I could feel it and find out.

"Uncle, can you carry me to your bed?"

"Okay! Close the door first."

Ha! That's strange. Why close the door? Did he leave it open? Thinking this, I didn't say anything, but quickly walked to the door. Luckily, my uncle's door was made of plywood, and it closed with a gentle push.

The door was closed, and just as I was about to turn back, my uncle said again, "Hold that bamboo stick up." Strangely, he didn't use a lock, but a bamboo stick to prop it up; that was a bit odd. But I was too eager to figure out what was going on in my uncle's crotch to think about it.

"Come on! Let me carry you to bed!"

Okay! I thought to myself, my wish has been fulfilled.

Haha! I touched it. Strangely, my uncle didn't scold me or say anything. His eyes were narrowed to slits, and he seemed quite comfortable, with a slight smile on his face. It was really puzzling.

I touched and pinched his pants, my eyes darting around, and then I blurted out, "Ah! Sausage! Sausage!" "Uncle, what's wrong? Why are you putting sausage in your crotch? Why don't you take it out to eat with your rice?" "You little devil! This isn't a sausage!" "Hmm! You're lying to me, I don't care! Hmm! If you don't take it out for me to eat, I'm not coming! Be careful, I'll crush it, and you won't be able to eat it either." "Look!"

Uncle couldn't resist me, and besides, I was determined to eat his sausage, so he reluctantly pulled down his pants. What I saw was pitch black inside, covered in hair, which was quite frightening. This proved that it wasn't a sausage.

Hey! So what is it? Although I knew about my little brother's penis, it was my older sister who told me. She even spent half a day comparing and contrasting it, saying that they were boys and we were girls. Boys were like a rod, and we girls were like a hole. At that time, my sister was only two or three years older than me. She only knew that men were called boys, but she didn't know how to call them men.

Thinking back on it now, it's hilarious to think that my sister was the only teacher who could teach me about sex.

But back then, I always believed what she said was absolutely right, and a deep impression was imprinted in my little mind: a boy must have this little stick, because I used my little brother's thing as the benchmark.

Ah! A boy is nothing more than that.

But now, let's be realistic. If my little brother's thing, which looks like the tip of my little finger, should be called a penis, then what should this uncle's long, thick, and dancing thing be called?

I started to reason, comparing things! My little brother's is white and tender, with a pointed head and a thick stem, while the uncle's is completely different. Its head is as big as a mushroom, its stem as thick as a pestle, and its color is as black as ink, just like the flashlight my dad carries when he works the night shift.

I was thinking about it while playing with it. It was as slippery as an eel, as hot as fire, and seemed boneless and stemless inside, quite beautiful.

Ah! It's hard! How could it have grown so big again? That mushroom-like head, bobbing up and down as if it were wriggling, like a snake eating a toad, only missing its two red tongues! Not only was I not afraid, I absolutely loved it: "Uncle, would you like to give it to me to play with?" "Oh! You little rascal! This is my lifeline. If you take it off, I'll kick the bucket. Now that you like it, it's fine for you to play with it!" I played with this hard, taut stick, absolutely smitten! I thought my dad was about the same age as this uncle, and he must have something this big too!

But he probably wouldn't want me to play with it!

Hmm! I have a plan. I can talk to my mom, and she can talk to my dad. My dad loves me very much, and besides, this ready-made penis doesn't cost any money. He'll probably let me play with it!

Remember that night when I took off my clothes and fought with my mom? My mother, being a woman, had no strength whatsoever. I saw her lying silently beneath my father's belly, panting heavily, though her legs were raised high as if struggling, sometimes hooking onto my father's buttocks.

After a while, all she could do was wiggle her bottom.

I, whom they thought was asleep, secretly observed the battle, my mouth watering and my breathing becoming rapid.

For a long, long time, the battle seemed to intensify. The bed creaked loudly, shaking violently like an earthquake. Then my mother cried out, her voice like a sob:

"Okay! Fengfeng's father, I can't take it anymore! Ah! It's so itchy! Ah! It's hitting the spot! Ah! It's so sore and numb! Hmm! What's wrong with you today? You're so cruel! I'm going to kill you today..." As an observer, I seemed to see the crux of the battle, and both of them seemed to be focused on the area below their navels. With focused observation, I could see the clues.

It turned out that Dad was using my favorite toy penis as a weapon, continuing to pound into Mom's vagina. It wasn't a knife, so why was he so afraid? It was utterly useless!

Watching Dad's stupid and savage actions was truly disgusting. Mom treated Dad so well, why was he so cruel to her?

Sigh! It seemed Mom was destined to lose this battle.

What happened afterward, I don't know, because I was already asleep. Thinking about this, I suddenly felt something slippery on my hand—water, no, it seemed like thin paste, a little sticky. What was that?

I pondered for a long time, but my hand was still gripping Uncle's penis. Ah! Strange, my hand was covered in paste. Wasn't Uncle's penis supposed to be spurting something out?

I looked at Uncle's panting. I thought, how could a penis spurt water? Wasn't Mom terrified that day? But I wasn't as scared as my mother. Thinking about that wet, sticky penis in my hand, I hesitated – should I let go or keep playing with it?

"Slap!" It was my uncle patting my head. He stretched out his arms and picked me up, placing me on his stomach, holding me so tightly it hurt!

His huge, blood-red mouth closed onto my little mouth, sucking hard, even his tongue licking wildly inside, making it hard to breathe.

His right hand seemed to be pulling down my pants. I felt a chill on my bottom – ah! My pants were gone.

My uncle moved my body down, and I felt his penis pressing against my vagina. I couldn't help but shudder, but I thought: I'm not my mother, I'm not afraid! Want to fight? With your weak stance, what am I afraid of?!

Ah! His penis seemed to be hard again, and his hand kept fiddling around my vaginal opening, the tip of his penis seemingly hitting the entrance.

I noticed my uncle was covered in sweat, trying for ages, but he just couldn't seem to get it right.

I thought I had the upper hand and couldn't help but smile triumphantly!

Hey! My uncle seemed to be thinking, or rather, strategizing. I figured he was probably planning to change tactics and reorder the attack!

But then he suddenly sat up, got off the bed, moved me from the center to the edge, grabbed my legs, and stood naked on the edge. He put one leg down, then grabbed his own penis, aimed it at my vagina, and thrust hard! Ah! It hurt like hell! It felt like a sharp knife piercing my flesh. I heard a "sizzle," as if my vagina had been torn open. The pain was excruciating. I never imagined this battle would be so dangerous. This was it!

"Uncle! Please stop for a moment! I can't take it anymore... It hurts so much! Ouch! Don't put it in any further..." "Fengfeng, I know, I can only put in the head of his penis now, but I believe that's all I can do. Otherwise, not only will you not be able to take it, you might even die." I thought, how strange, just the head of his penis is making me so miserable, if it were to go all the way in, I would surely die. Then I thought that my mother is a hundred times better than me, because I saw with my own eyes that my father's penis was fully inserted, wasn't it?

Thinking about all this, I forgot the pain, but the head of Uncle's penis was still stuck in my already torn vagina.

Fortunately, he didn't move, otherwise I would have died of pain again! Ah! My urine came out, no! It doesn't seem like I'm peeing, ah! It's Uncle peeing, why is it so hot? My vagina feels full, swollen, hot and painful, it's so uncomfortable, too much, ah! It's overflowing.

"Uncle, why did you pee into my vagina? Why don't you go to the toilet? Ugh! I'm not coming anymore, it's hot, stop peeing!" "Ah! Don't move, don't move, this is good stuff, don't move around, or I won't let you get away with it." With a "sizzle," I felt a sudden emptiness in my vagina, followed by a sharp pain in the wound, and a gurgling sound—no!

Perhaps it was blood, or maybe a mixture of blood and fluid—flowing outwards, dripping from the edge of the bed onto the floor.

Suddenly! My vagina felt hot, and I opened my eyes. Ah! Where did Uncle go? I lifted my upper body, pushed myself up with my hands, and sat up.

Ah! Uncle's head was buried between my legs; he was licking my vagina. This time it was both painful and itchy, unlike before when it was just painful but not itchy.

"Ouch! Ah, it hurts! No! It itches! Harder! Lick harder! Hmm, that's about right, ah! It's so itchy!

It's so itchy!" Tsk tsk! Tsk tsk! It felt like a kitten eating porridge; all the moisture from my little hole had been completely licked away. Now it didn't hurt anymore, just itchy! Hehe! Hehe!

Just then, my uncle straightened me up, and I stood on the edge of the bed, my little hole right in front of his mouth. With a soft "smack," he gave me another kiss.

There was no fighting on the western front; the great battle had come to an end. I looked down at my small, bare hole after the battle; it was unrecognizable, red and swollen all around, the opening ulcerated. Alas! It was horrible.

I stood naked on the edge of the bed, my exquisite body resembling a miniature Statue of Liberty. Though my vagina still throbbed with pain, I could now look down on everyone with pride. I had even broken the record for the youngest Indian girl to marry, let alone the fact that such a large penis could fit into my vagina. If the news reporters found out, it would cause a sensation throughout history. But how could I, so ashamed, announce this to the press?

This honor would be impossible to accept. However, it would be such a pity if my story of transforming from a girl into a woman through pain were to vanish.

My uncle was the only warrior in my life to have done this for me. His indebtedness has left an indelible mark on my heart, a monumental achievement that can never be erased! I put on my clothes, glanced back longingly, and, dragging my heavy steps and enduring the pain of my wounded vagina, left my loyal, devoted, and respectable uncle.

Woman! A woman! Haha! I'm a woman now, hee hee!

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