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When I was little, I used to bathe with my father. But after I started menstruating in junior high, he still insisted
on bathing with me. When I refused, my mother would say, "Why don't you want to bathe together? You're such a strange child."

In other families, when a girl's breasts developed or she started menstruating, either the father refused to bathe with her, or the daughter
refused to

bathe with her. I stopped bathing with my father because I was afraid of being embarrassed when my friends asked. However, after
bathing would walk around the house naked, seemingly unconcerned about their actions, while I felt
embarrassed.

Sometimes I couldn't stand it and would say, "Other families don't do this. Wrap a towel around yourself!"

"Why hide what you already have? You were born from me,
after all," my father would say, deliberately shaking his erection for me to see.

Not to mention my father, my mother also walked around with her full breasts or buttocks exposed.

I said, "Don't do that! It'll be so embarrassing if my classmates come over."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You grew up on this milk. But my shape hasn't changed;
it's the same as ," my mother said, holding her breasts in her hands and admiring herself in the mirror.

Once, while I was bathing, my mother used her fingers to part her breasts and showed them to me, saying, "Look, you
were born from here."

I ran away in embarrassment, but my mother followed me to my room, asking what was going on.

Also, I had been masturbating for a while, but it was just a childish act of rubbing myself against the corner of a table.

Once, my mother accidentally saw me masturbating, but she said, "What are you doing? Don't do that. You need to
wash and disinfect your fingers. It feels better to use your fingers. Using the corner of the table might hurt that important area. Let me
show you!"

"No! No!" Before I felt embarrassed, I felt helpless.

Perhaps it was because I didn't feel guilty about sex, or perhaps it was my parents' unique sex education. Because I grew up like this
, I didn't feel embarrassed about being caught masturbating, nor did I resent
my parents . However, I still felt that my parents were more excessive than others.

Because my mother made a lot of noise during intercourse, and my father also seemed to enjoy sex,
at least once every two days if not every day.

When I went to my parents' bedroom half-asleep, they would make no attempt to hide it, with my mother naked and riding
on top of my father, vigorously twisting her snow-white buttocks.

I'd witnessed my parents having sex many times since I was little. At first, I thought they were wrestling, but gradually
I realized something was off.

"What are you doing? Isn't it wrestling?" I asked.

"It's not wrestling, we're doing something very pleasurable. Child, when you grow up, you should find
a good man do this kind of thing a lot. Ah... good... good... so good... ah... ah..." My mother
said, riding on top of my father and violently writhing her hips.

I squatted beside my mother, watching my father's penis going in and out of her body, but I did
n't feel any eroticism; I only thought about how adults do strange things.

So when I went to kindergarten, I said to the boy next door, "Let's play a game of mom and dad."

"Oh! Playing house? Do you have bowls and such?" he said.

"No! You need to take off your pants and sleep here. I'll be on top, like this," I said, making
him lie on his back on the plastic sheet and pulling his penis out.

When I tried to climb on top of him, the teacher noticed and immediately ran out, shouting, "What are you doing?"

I answered blankly, "We're doing what Mom and Dad do."

This still became a problem. My parents were called in by the teacher and reprimanded. My mother
seemed , but she told me, "You can't do that kind of thing at kindergarten, and you can't do it to others. It's only
allowed at home."

I've heard that similar education exists in countries like Norway and Sweden, but I'm still unsure which is better.

Later, when I started studying hard for my college entrance exams, my mother's voice was so loud every night that I sometimes
couldn't help but knock on their door to protest, "Can you please be quieter?"

My mother would always say in a blissful voice, "Sorry! But it feels so good..."

I wonder if she has mental problems. I think my parents are beyond saving, but I don't
hate them.

However, I don't find the sounds of my parents having sex lewd. But I'm not very interested in sex, and I
rarely masturbate anymore.

Perhaps it's because of this relationship that I don't have a boyfriend. Although I often receive love letters, I don't want a one-on-one
relationship .

Sometimes, my mother would say, quite suspiciously, "It's understandable for someone your age to want sex, but you must use
a condom . There are condoms in this table, do you know how to use them? Otherwise, you can put one on your father to practice."

Isn't my mother's joke a bit too much?

However, I was genuinely shocked when my parents seriously started their so-called "spouse swapping" game.

I protested, but my mother said, "Mom and Dad have different lives than children. Children have their own
lives . Raising you is our duty, but we won't restrict your freedom, so you can't restrict
Mom and Dad's freedom either."

What could I do? And what my parents said seemed to make some sense.

They were completely different from other parents who only allowed themselves to do good deeds, got angry or restricted their children's freedom when they had friends of the opposite sex, or used
their adult status to control their children, or put pressure on them simply because of their parenting skills, completely ignoring their children and only
watching TV.

Actually, we didn't have a TV at home, and we always had a pleasant family dinner together. My parents believed that
watching TV while eating would damage the parent-child relationship. Apparently, other fathers would prevent their children from watching the programs they wanted, while they themselves
watched sumo wrestling or baseball. I'm grateful to my parents for this, but looking back now, I realize they were only
interested in pornography and completely indifferent to other programs.

However, my father was probably different from others; he never scolded his children. He said, "Humans are
born to do what they love, and a family is just a gathering of independent individuals. How much of
what depends on the father's magnanimity."

Looking back, I was indeed never scolded or interfered with.

In my second year of high school, when I discussed with my parents which school to apply to or which job to pursue, they said, "You're a high school student now,
decide for yourself! Discuss it with us; we have to be responsible."

I don't know if this was understanding or irresponsible.

Putting that aside for now, my parents seem to have developed a great interest in partner swapping lately. They told me, "
We 're going to do partner swapping. There will probably be couples swapping or other men and women coming over, but don't
worry too much."

And my mother, smiling broadly, seemed quite pleased, saying, "Mommy'll be very loud then, but you
're used to it, you won't mind, right?"

It's so open-minded; I don't know what to say. I

don't know if it was my father who first brought it up, or my mother who suggested it, but anyway, they sent photos of couples to a partner swapping magazine
for publication. Because he didn't conceal his face, his colleagues immediately found out, which quickly became a major
problem . However, my father didn't seem to care at all, saying, "It's not bothering anyone, what's wrong with it? Besides,
people who look at these photos are probably interested in couples swapping, how about we do it together? We can expand
the couples swapping community within the company."

Everyone seemed speechless, and the matter was dropped.

Afterwards, my father even said to his boss, "Would you like to come to my house and have sex with my wife? She's a great woman
!"

He also said to female employees at the company, "Come to my house and play with us! I'm confident in my sexual abilities."

No one could do anything about him, but no one disliked him either.

Leaving all that aside for now, let me report on the first time my partner came to my house.

My parents started busily preparing from the morning (Sunday), making sushi, preparing drinks, cleaning
the room , changing the sheets, and other preparations for the welcome.

The couple who arrived at dusk were a friendly teacher couple. Because my parents generously encouraged them
to drink and eat , and seemed very touched, both men got extremely drunk and were unable to do anything.

I could hear everything clearly from my room through the wall.

"Is it not working over there? It's not working here either."

"Men are so useless. Wife, try sucking my thing, maybe that will help."

"Yes! I'm trying my best!"

"You're so useless! Fine, I'll try my best too."

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'll have to use other methods."

"I'm so sorry! It's such a pity to be facing such a beautiful woman like you!"

"Yes, with such a charming lady spreading her snow-white thighs, I'm so useless! I'll try harder next time,
please give me another chance."

He only said things of regret, without a trace of eroticism. I pressed my ear against the wall to eavesdrop, and felt quite
disappointed.

However, my parents didn't like me eavesdropping. They said, "If you want to eavesdrop, you might as well come in and watch; the door won't be
locked ."

But no matter what, I didn't want to see my parents swapping partners with other couples.

They weren't afraid of this failure; when other couples came to swap partners later, they were still busy from morning till night
. But this time, they didn't drink alcohol; they decided to wait until after they were done, so it would go smoothly.

I knew this situation, so this time I made up my mind too.

"I'm here to watch," I said, and sat in the corner of my parents' bedroom to observe, naturally seeing everything
.

My father was thrusting repeatedly into the other woman, who, although short, was very voluptuous with a slightly protruding belly, in a riding
position .

My mother sat on the other woman's thinner husband's long, dark penis, her hands on her chest, her buttocks
moving .

When I went in, my parents simultaneously said to the other couple, "Sorry! Let her have a look! You can
look around happily."

The other couple seemed surprised for a moment, but said, "Oh! This is ideal education, isn't it!"
and then continued their sexual activity.

However, both couples seemed to quickly forget my existence.

My parents participated in a couples-swapping program, and they made no
attempt to hide it , which greatly confused me.

Once, they brought back a foreign couple for a couples-swapping program. I didn't care about that, but the
middle-aged actually said to me, "Little girl, how about having sex with me?"

Some of my classmates came back from dating Black men and proudly told everyone, but I don't like
foreigners , so I said, "No! Thank you."

However, I think it's okay to use it to practice foreign language conversation.

I ignored him and went back to my room, too lazy to watch their battle.

A little while later, my parents brought back five boys around my age (supposedly members of the G University Couples Exchange
Research they all had sex with my mother.

I didn't want to see any of them, so I hid in my room alone, but hearing my mother's loud moans,
I couldn't concentrate on my studies.

Normally, I wouldn't feel anything from my parents' lewd noises, but this time it
felt , so I reached into my underwear and started masturbating.

I needed to finish quickly to calm myself down, otherwise I couldn't study. But even after several masturbations
today I still couldn't calm my mind.

I wanted to go to the toilet. Stepping out of my room, I saw a naked student standing blankly in front of the toilet, a towel
around , head bowed in thought.

I asked, "What's wrong?"

Our eyes met involuntarily, and I had a strange feeling.

"It's... I can't do it. I can't do that kind of thing because I need to create atmosphere."

"Oh, really? But wouldn't that be a loss?"

"But seeing them unable to bear it makes me sad, I still need to be mentally prepared."

He didn't want to stay inside, but had nowhere else to go, so he stood in front of the toilet.

I felt sorry for him: "Then... how about coming to my room?" I couldn't help but
say .

"Is that okay?"

"Sure!" I said, as if I were enticing him.

He obediently followed me to my room. We sat side by side on the bed. Besides him, there was only...
A desk and chair.

Just then, I heard my mother's cries from next door: "Ah...good...good...more...more..."

I wondered: how many men is my mother having sex with now? And
what is my father, watching from the side, feeling? Sigh! I really don't understand what adults are thinking. I think I can understand, but I don't
want understand.

At that moment, I couldn't help but reach out and hug his shoulders tightly. His shoulders were thin, but
deep . He also reached down to my waist and pulled me closer.

Ah...at that moment, the towel wrapped around his waist slowly bulged. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but
I didn't have the courage.

Although I had seen my father naked, his penis erect, and thrusting into my mother's vagina many times
, I had never actually touched a man's penis. Although I had touched it when I was very young, while bathing,
it was soft and limp.

He held me tightly, pressing his lips to mine. I instinctively clung to him, my breathing
quickening .

From next door came my mother's voice again: "Oh...oh..." like an animal's roar.

He reached inside my shirt, trying to remove it, but he was too clumsy and couldn't get it
off . I couldn't resist and took it off myself. He then tried to unhook my skirt, but again, he was too awkward
, so I stood up and took off my skirt myself.

I was left only with a bra and panties, and he held me tightly again.

He struggled for a long time before finally removing my bra.

Ah! My breasts were exposed. They were beautiful breasts, which even I thought were firm and supple.

"So beautiful!" he exclaimed.

"How about compared to Mother?" I asked.

"Hmm, to be honest, her nipples are a bit loose, and they're too dark." He finished speaking and
started kissing my breasts.

Ah! Such a strong feeling. It was my first time kissing, and my first time having my nipples sucked. I never
expected it to feel so good. Now I understand why my mother liked having her nipples sucked by men.

However, I still don't like doing this with many people; it's better with just one person. And now, this is the
one.

He sucked on my nipple while simultaneously kneading my other breast.

Ah! So good! Even my lower body feels like it's getting an electric shock.

"You're very experienced; you must have a lot of experience, right?" I asked.

"No! This is my first time. I came here today thinking I could lose my virginity, but those scenes were too terrifying
, so I've never had sex before."

Oh! So, it's like a virgin and a maiden together! He seemed embarrassed, trying to hide the bulge around his waist from the towel wrapped around
his waist .

I casually touched that area, feeling awkward, but the
action gave me great pleasure.

Ah! His thing was hard and elastic.

After I touched it, he seemed stimulated as well; he finally couldn't resist and started to take off my panties.

I wanted to resist, but that would only make him give up, so I let him take them off.

Ah! He took off my panties from my round, white buttocks. This was the first time a man had taken off my panties
.

Between my full, snow-white thighs, only a little hair grew; sitting on the edge of the bed, you could only see a small
triangle .

He also took off the towel wrapped around his waist.

Ah! It was upright, its solitary appearance quite endearing, and its color wasn't as dark as my father's.
Compared to the men who came during the couple-swapping, his was as lonely and charming as a pen tip.

I really liked his large pen tip and couldn't resist reaching out to grasp it tightly.

"Ah...this feels so good!" His body trembled slightly.

Then he pushed me down, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as we fell onto the bed. I was afraid he would see my private parts, because it was
embarrassing, so I held onto his neck tightly.

"So beautiful, your body is so beautiful," he whispered to me.

Of course, I'm different from my mother; I'm young! And I have long legs and a good figure; I'm very confident in my
body .

At this moment, he brought his nose close to my cleavage, smelling it, then moved his nose downwards, repeatedly saying, "It
smells so good, really smells so good."

Actually, I wasn't wearing perfume or anything.

I felt intensely excited and nervous, knowing my thighs were trembling. I was
both filled with anticipation.

I involuntarily closed my eyes; I knew my face was flushed red to the roots of my ears.

He seemed to sense this and asked, "Are you scared?"

"No! Not scared!" I said, then hugged him tightly again.

Because his body was raised, I ended up hanging on his neck. Finally, he couldn't support
my weight and I pulled him down, our bodies falling onto the bed,

so we were now overlapping. At this moment, he began to kiss me.

Ah! How wonderful.

Our mouths met, lips pressed together, tongues intertwined.

He slipped his hand between my legs, and my body naturally tensed, trying to squeeze my thighs together. But somehow,
he placed one leg between mine, making it impossible for me to close them.

Ah! His fingers touched my most sensitive spot, but his hand seemed hesitant.

The hesitant movement only increased my pleasure; it felt so good, and my vulva became wet again.

Just then, I heard my mother calling from next door: "Ah! Good...yes...yes...right
here..."

He finally inserted his fingers into my vulva.

Ah! It was an indescribable pleasure.

My body began to tremble, and I pressed my face against his chest, my breathing quickening.

At that moment, I felt my full body and his slender body completely pressed together.

He pulled my hand to touch his penis. It was thick and hard! Perhaps a little smaller
than . But too big would be terrifying; this was ideal. With this thickness, it probably
wouldn't hurt too much to enter, right?

I quickly let go, but then resolutely gripped it again.

"It's really hard," I said.

"First time?"

"Yeah, I've seen it before, but this is the first time I've touched it."

Guided by him, I slowly stroked his hard member.

The head was smooth, but it was erect and throbbing hotly, like it was about to explode. Perhaps this is
how a man feels when he's comfortable?

"I don't know anything, teach me," I said.

"Hmm! Just touching it like this makes me feel so good."

He then pulled my hand to the band-like area on the back of his penis, and I began to rub it there.

"Ah...so good...so good!" He groaned as he inserted his fingers deeper...

"Can I go in? I've been wanting to do this so much. I didn't want to do this today because you're a virgin."

"Yes...please," I blurted out.

I knew that one day I would have to give up my virginity, and if it was with him, I was willing...

He seemed to have made up his mind. He pulled his fingers out,
then Looking at my snow-white buttocks and inner thighs, he pushed his hard, erect member up.

I felt that his hardness had reached its limit.

He rubbed the head of his penis against my wetness from top to bottom, then "plop," it slid in.

Ah! But no...it could only go in a little bit.

"It hurts!" I groaned. Because I'm a virgin, I probably still have my hymen, right? "No!
I can't get in ." He seemed very sad.

"It hurts...it hurts..." I groaned.

"Then...should we stop?" he asked me considerately.

"No! I want it!" I said, my body trembling.

"I think it's just temporary pain, please bear with it." He kissed my forehead,
comforting me.

"I'll bear it, but if it hurts too much, you have to stop."

I put my hands on my face, spread my thighs, and waited for him to start again.

"I heard women need to relax their muscles to avoid pain," he said.

But I didn't know how to relax my muscles. At this moment, he lowered his head, smeared
saliva , then parted my labia and gently inserted his glans.

His glans could barely fit, so he held my buttocks tightly and slowly inserted himself, little by little.
At this moment , I didn't feel any pain.

Suddenly, I seemed to hear a "plop" sound, and at the same time, his hard thing slid
in .

Ah...it's in.

The hole suddenly expanded, it felt so good, I let out a groan, a feeling of almost suffocating, but also a kind of
pleasure.

The moment he inserted himself, my opening began to tighten, gripping his penis. I wondered if it
hurt him?

"Ah...that feels so good!"

After he inserted himself, he didn't move, as if enjoying the feeling of me gripping him. I, too,
trembled and enjoyed that feeling after he inserted himself. We were both trembling, as if giving each other signals, communicating with each other.

I used to think that humans could only speak with their mouths, but now I know that we can communicate like this.

He held my buttocks tightly, moved but still, quietly enjoying the beauty of our union.

"Is it all the way in?" I asked.

"Yes! All the way in, now we're completely joined."

"Really?" Wanting to confirm, I reached under my buttocks and touched something
round appendage.

I was startled and immediately pulled my hand back, but driven by curiosity, I mustered the courage to touch it again. His
member did indeed extend from this appendage, entering my cavity.

Only after understanding did I release my hand. But for some reason, tears streamed down my face; I didn't know if it was joy or sorrow, I
was no longer a virgin.

My mother's voice came from next door again, but this time it quickly faded away.

Then he began to move slowly.

Ah! So sweet! The pain was completely gone, replaced by immense pleasure.

It felt like years of pent-up frustration from the annoying noises from my parents next door were finally being released.

He began to thrust in and out forcefully, feeling my inner flesh clinging to his member with each movement and friction.

It was truly a pleasurable sensation

… “Ah! This is wonderful! I never knew a woman’s vagina could feel this good,” he
exclaimed .

At that moment, I was almost melting.

“Is this good? Is it good? How about this?”

He tried various positions, but everything felt good; I couldn’t tell the difference.

The inside of my vagina felt wonderful, but the friction of his pubic hair against my most sensitive spot was also incredibly pleasurable.

"I never want to do this with anyone else in my life."

"Me too, how about we get married?" he asked.

"Hmm...okay!"

But I still don't know his name or where he lives.

Ah...but being able to do this forever, and to enjoy sex like my parents, I
can't wait to get married.

"Ah! Okay! Ahhh..." I suddenly felt a strange sensation, cried out loud, my whole body
trembling, as pleasure spread to every pore.

The tension and relaxation shifted...

"Ah...I...can't take it anymore..."

The university student suddenly became vigorous, thrusting powerfully, then his whole body trembled.

Ah...he was ejaculating.

Maybe I'll get pregnant, but it doesn't matter, I'll marry him.

Thinking this, I couldn't help but hug him tightly, thrusting my hips upwards from below, and then we
intertwined...

From then on, I became addicted to sex.

Nothing feels so good, filled with beautiful romance, generating positive thoughts about life,
and leaving me feeling refreshed afterwards.

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