I think I really did rape her.

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She has always been the most feminine woman in my heart. Although I've seen countless beautiful women, famous or unknown, online and in real life since I grew up, her graceful and voluptuous figure awakened my restless youth and burgeoning desires. That year, I had just started junior high school and spent all my time hanging out outside. My studies were a mess. My boundless youthful energy led me and my classmates to run wild outside all day, playing ball, climbing mountains, swimming in the river, and playing pranks in class. My father rarely scolded me, probably because he thought I was still too young. Actually, at that time, I already considered myself no longer a child because I discovered I had an endless interest in women. Whenever I saw a description of kissing in a novel, my little brother would immediately react, and I would start having all sorts of sexual fantasies. My little brother would often remain erect for hours without stopping because of my rich sexual fantasies. At night, I would secretly go to the video arcade to watch pornographic movies. Ying, back then, was my favorite object of sexual fantasy—mature women, like the female teachers at our school… I often fell asleep and woke up with an erection. She came to our small town when I was most fascinated by women. She came with her husband, who had been transferred from another place to serve as the deputy secretary. Her husband was very amiable, nodding to everyone he met. When I saw her, my heart almost stopped beating. She exuded an indescribable mature charm, every gesture full of allure, especially when she walked, her arms rhythmically swinging backward, her pants stretched taut by her round, plump buttocks. She wasn't actually a beautiful woman; she had a round face, short hair framing her ears, was full-figured, and of medium height, but possessed unparalleled femininity. After her arrival, I found myself hopelessly infatuated with her. Every time I passed by her house, I couldn't help but glance at her, hoping to see… I would see her, but disappointment always outweighed hope. Sometimes on my way to school, I would see her coming back from grocery shopping. Looking at her healthy and vigorous body, my little brother would instinctively get hard, losing myself in her swaying charm and forgetting to hurry...

She loved to laugh. In the quiet afternoons, she would chat with the women in the town compound. She would stand and talk to them, her arms crossed over her chest. She didn't talk much, preferring to listen to others. When she heard something interesting, she would let out a silvery laugh, delicate and sweet, not at all like a mature woman's voice. Her voice had a sexy magnetism, making my body feel numb and hot... I imagined how intoxicating her moans must be. Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, I was in my third year of junior high school. Although we were all in the compound, I basically had no chance to talk to her because I was still young. Although I had all sorts of desires for her, they were only in my imagination. She only thought about it, but the desire grew stronger with age, and her body matured, her buttocks becoming firmer and fuller. When she first came, she was unemployed, but was later assigned to maintain the equipment at the radio station. My father was the station manager of the town's radio station at the time, and the equipment was located on the second floor of an old building. My father was too busy running his small shop to care about work, so she was basically responsible for maintaining the equipment. Soon after, her husband's job was transferred back to their hometown, and because she hadn't yet completed the transfer procedures, she continued to stay in our small town, only returning home once a month to reunite with her husband. I usually saw her living alone. During the day, she would play cards with some women, and if she was lonely at night, she would go to the movies or watch TV at my family's small shop. That night, when I came back from evening self-study, I saw her and my mother sitting in the small shop. She was watching TV, wearing pajama bottoms, and her full buttocks were completely exposed as she sat on the chair. My mind went blank, so I moved a stool and sat behind her, pretending to watch TV but actually looking at her buttocks. The room was dimly lit with the TV and lights on. My mother occasionally went out to buy things, but she was focused on the TV. I couldn't resist looking at her high breasts. I pretended to put my feet on the chair she was sitting on, and when my mother went out, I slowly moved my feet closer to her buttocks. The closer I got, the faster my heart pounded. Just as my foot was about to touch the buttocks I had been longing for, my foot finally gently touched her buttocks. I could even feel the warmth of her buttocks. As soon as I touched her buttocks, my foot stopped. She sat there motionless, engrossed in watching TV, seemingly unaware of anything unusual. I tentatively touched her buttocks again, but she still didn't... There was a reaction… Later, I pulled my foot back. Because I was at home, I really didn't dare to make any big movements. Sometimes my father would give me the key and ask me to go to the broadcasting station to get some writing materials. These were the most exciting times for me, because I thought how wonderful it would be to meet her up there. But usually, when I went up, I would find the door closed, with a work schedule posted on it from who-knows-when, with her name and shift times written on it. Every time, I would stare at the three characters "Liu Chunyan" on the paper for a long time…

It became a habit to recall her warm figure before going to bed at night. Until one day, on my way home from school, I met her. I looked at her, and she looked at me too. Just as we were about to pass each other, she suddenly called out to me, asking if I had the key to the broadcasting station. She said she didn't know where she had put her key and wanted to go up there to get something. I had a sudden thought and said I did. She tilted her head and asked if I could go now. I couldn't wait any longer and hurriedly… "Okay," I said, and followed her to the broadcasting station. Walking behind her, watching her swaying, big buttocks, I really wanted to reach out and fondle them. As we went up the stairs, her upper body leaned forward, her buttocks sticking out, which almost drove me to the brink of madness. I thought I had to seize the opportunity to kiss her. When we got to the second floor, there was no equipment, just machinery; no one lived there. I took out my key to open the door, and she stood behind me watching. The door opened, and she went inside to get something. There were only the two of us in the room, and no one else around. My courage suddenly grew, and I suddenly hugged her from behind, murmuring, "Aunt Chunyan, I like you so much," inhaling her rich fragrance. She gasped and grabbed my hand, saying, "What are you doing?" I didn't care; I hugged her tighter and tighter. Finally, she stopped struggling and said, "Let go, Auntie won't blame you." I said, "I'll let you kiss me before I let go." She kept saying you couldn't do this, so I turned her around and pushed her against the wall. My hands groped her soft body haphazardly. Touching her body felt like a dream; that long-lost thirst and trembling passion suddenly erupted. I pressed her tightly against the wall, pressing my body against hers, watching her writhe in my arms, smelling the fragrance of her hair near her ear, listening to her low moans, kissing her lips. An explosive wave of pleasure surged through my body. Although she kept resisting, how could she resist my passion? Her resistance grew weaker and weaker until I held her in my arms and caressed her at will. I pulled down her pants, squatted down, and licked her fair thighs. She closed her eyes, her hands pushing against my head as if holding it. I couldn't wait to pull down my pants too; my penis was already throbbing painfully. When my penis touched her genitals, she groaned. I... I'd watched a lot of videos, so I was familiar with how to enter. With a little effort, I was in. We did it standing up, but I was probably too excited, and I came after only a few thrusts. We did it a few more times, and it took several hours before I stopped. That day, I truly familiarized myself with her body before I stopped. She was amazed by my seemingly inexhaustible stamina, saying I was so amazing for such a young age. Little did she know that I used all my strength in a single moment; I'd been infatuated with her for far too long.

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