My sex life with my mature female cousin

My cousin isn't my biological cousin; we're not related at all. I call her "cousin" to prevent her neighbors from discovering our sexual relationship. She
was the first woman I slept with. She guided me into the mysterious world of the female body, teaching me how to make love in various ways and how to bring a woman
to the peak of orgasm. She profoundly influenced my later sexuality, my taste in women, and my approach to sex. Looking back, my wives and
the women I love most all bear some resemblance to my cousin. Every time I begin a passionate relationship with a woman, I can't help but discover their similarities to her.
A man with passion can't escape the shadow of his first woman, regardless of whether he still loves her.

My cousin and I didn't start out as lovers; our relationship progressed too quickly. Before we could even develop feelings, we had sex. We met in a "car accident"
—a bicycle accident. My cousin is ten years older than me and divorced the year before we met.

In the autumn of 1988, I left my hometown of Shenzhen for the ancient city of Xi'an, beginning my university life at a prestigious engineering university in the southern part of the city. Before this, I had never left
my hometown. The North was a novelty for me, but I was quickly overwhelmed by military training, advanced mathematics, drafting, general chemistry, general physics, and English
(damn, seven courses a semester!), leaving no time to appreciate the cultural charm of this ancient capital of eleven dynasties. It wasn't until my second semester that my university life began to
truly shine.

Spring in the North is different from that in the South. The South is evergreen all year round, lacking the vibrant green beauty of spring after a dreary winter in the North, which uplifts the spirits and seems
to evoke a sense of bright future. On a sunny Sunday (Saturdays weren't public holidays back then, and we had classes), I decided to ride my bike alone to Xingqing Palace
(opposite Xi'an Jiaotong University) for a visit.

I was young then, and I liked to weave through the flow of bicycles while riding my bike (many roads in Xi'an have dedicated bike lanes). As I approached the South Gate, I didn't see the bicycles that were supposed to be on the perpendicular lane had moved away. With a bang, I crashed into a young woman's bicycle, and that's how my cousin was brought into my life
with a thud .

I don't remember what happened at the time, but I do remember that I had to take her to the nearest hospital amidst the criticism from many bystanders.

My cousin fell over after bumping into another bicycle next to her. She wasn't seriously injured; she only had some scrapes and blood on her hands and arms.

I pushed her bicycle and accompanied her to the hospital to get her medicine. Since she had a public medical card, I didn't have to pay.

When she found out I was a college student, her attitude towards me improved considerably (of course, I apologized incessantly like a grandson). She asked me to take her home because
her bicycle needed to be carried up to the third floor and parked in the stairwell, and she didn't want to carry it herself due to her injured hand. She made a phone call to her workplace from the roadside to say she wasn't coming to work (my cousin's job is on Mondays off
), and then led me, feeling uneasy, to the courtyard of her workplace.

I went into her house, the place where we would later make love passionately. It was a one-bedroom apartment provided by her work unit. My cousin decorated it simply and elegantly. We sat down and started chatting
. I learned that she worked in a department store and was the team leader in charge of a set of counters. Later, I learned that because she couldn't have children, her mother-in-law in the countryside forced her
husband to divorce her. Since she couldn't have children, we had less to worry about with contraception when we made love.

We chatted for a while, then I said goodbye and went back to school with a nervous heart.

If things ended here, we wouldn't have a story to tell.

Ironically, I felt incredibly guilty, and by some strange twist of fate, a week later, on Monday afternoon (Monday was my cousin's regular day off), after school, around four o'clock, I bought some
fruit and went to visit her. That very day, I slept with my cousin, thus beginning my sexual journey.

When my cousin opened the door and saw me, she was initially surprised, but quickly smiled and invited me in, offering me water. I began to pay attention to her.
That day, she was wearing a white long-sleeved round-neck cotton sweater and very tight-fitting long trousers (I can't forget that day), which accentuated her figure.

My cousin has large breasts, but not enormous ones. Her nipples stand out against her clothes as two firm points, which are very alluring.

She had a voluptuous figure, but not obese; she had a large bottom, a slightly thin waist, thick thighs, but long, slender calves. Such a figure was very arousing
. My cousin wasn't particularly beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either.

She had thick, long hair, held up by a net-like hairnet, and exuded a faint, feminine fragrance (I couldn't quite describe the scent, but it was unmistakably
a woman's physical scent). I immediately became aroused, but I never imagined we'd make love.

My cousin, being married, spoke without any awkwardness or girlish shyness, though a hint of melancholy always lingered in her eyes. We chatted, mainly
her asking about school and my studies, and me telling her funny stories from campus, which often made her laugh heartily. Then, around 5 pm, my cousin invited me to stay for dinner, saying that since she
was going to cook for herself anyway, having another person eat would just mean cooking more food.

Back then, we ate at the university cafeteria. Eating my cousin's cooking felt like eating delicacies. I wolfed it down, constantly praising it. During this time, my cousin had
to tell me to slow down. I saw tender love in her eyes.

After dinner, we sat down on the sofa again to chat. The conversation turned to dating, and naturally, to her unhappy marriage. My cousin seemed very sad, and I tried my best
to comfort her. As we talked, I suddenly realized my cousin was very close to me; I could smell her alluring scent and feel her heavier breathing
.

We suddenly stopped talking. I saw my cousin looking at me with her eyes slightly narrowed, her eyes like a pool of spring water, seemingly misty with a thin veil. I panicked instantly
, not knowing what to do, my face flushed and my heart pounding. I wanted to stand up.

My cousin placed her hands on my shoulders, and even without much effort, I couldn't stand up. She was practically pressed against me; I could feel her soft
breasts and hard nipples pressing against my arms. I instantly stiffened, and my heart raced.

My cousin then pressed her head against my neck, gently nuzzling it, her breath mingling with soft murmurs, a scent that seemed
to whisper secrets. I had never been so close to a woman before, especially not such a sexy and mature one.

I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, and my penis became as hard as iron. In a daze of passion, I cupped my cousin's face in my hands. My cousin looked at me with her eyes half-closed, the mist in her eyes seeming to
thicken, her red lips slightly parted, her breathing becoming heavier, and the warm, womanly breath wafting from her collar made my head spin.

Our lips slowly drew closer, when suddenly my cousin grabbed my neck tightly with both hands and bit my lips.

It reached my lips. My cousin hugged my neck tightly and sucked hard, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

My cousin kept turning her head, seemingly searching for the perfect position to suck me dry, occasionally sticking her smooth little tongue in and swirling it around, while
swallowing our saliva. Soon, she sat on my lap, making our kissing even smoother.

At first, I didn't know what to do, but gradually, I learned to move in sync with her, turning my head to match hers so I could suckle as much as possible
, savoring the wonderful feeling of our first kiss. I held her tightly, and the only sounds in the room besides the TV were our heavy breathing and sucking
.

At first, I simply held my cousin tightly, but gradually, I began to caress her waist, back, neck, and hair through her clothes. Taking the opportunity, I
removed her hairnet, revealing her long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. I felt her breathing quicken, and soft moans escape her nostrils. So I lifted her
shirt from her pants, slipped my hands inside her undershirt and cardigan, and caressed her smooth back. Her moans grew louder.

I noticed my cousin wasn't wearing a bra, saving me the trouble of unhooking it. Soon, I changed my stroking from her back to her waist, stroking upwards. When my
two thumbs pressed against her incredibly soft yet incredibly elastic breasts and firm nipples, my cousin couldn't help but pull away from my mouth, letting out a soft
, drawn-out "Ah," a truly captivating sound. Later, I discovered that whenever we were intimately caressing each other and became excited, she would involuntarily let out that captivating
cry.

I kept stroking her like that, occasionally squeezing and kneading her large breasts with my palms. Her breasts were very big, too big to be covered by one hand,
but they were firm and elastic, not the kind that were large and sagging. Her body was also full, soft and elastic. It was very exciting to knead any part of her body. Every time I kneaded and stroked her,
I would get a passionate moan in return.

The scent of my cousin's flesh filled the air around me, her moans echoed in my ears, and the soft, slippery sensation from her hands and lips stimulated
me so much that my penis felt like it was about to burst. It stood erect, pressing against her genitals. My cousin seemed to sense this, rubbing her buttocks and perineum against my penis
. As I slipped my trembling hand inside her panties to caress her plump buttocks, she whispered in my ear, "Carry me to the room."

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My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of my chest. Just like in the movies, I wrapped my arms around my cousin's neck and knees, and lifted her up. She giggled
and wrapped her arms around my neck. Later, I discovered that many women enjoy being lifted up like that by men.

My cousin is quite heavy (very plump), but luckily I've been exercising every day since military training, so I'm still pretty strong. Carrying her to the inner room wasn't too difficult. However, because I was in such
a hurry, I forgot about my legs when we got inside, and bumped her leg against the doorframe. My cousin cried out in pain, then laughed and scolded, "Slow down!"

I put my cousin on the bed and couldn't wait to lean down and kiss her again, while my hands slipped inside her clothes, greedily caressing her breasts once more.
This position made it easier to caress her breasts than a face-to-face embrace.

Then my hand slowly slid down her smooth, flat stomach and into the edge of her pants. I felt my cousin tremble slightly, so I stopped.
Encouraged by her muffled moans, my hand explored the forbidden territory of this mature woman for the first time.

My cousin had very thick pubic hair, growing abundantly from her lower abdomen all the way to her perineum. I had to part it to fully access her labia.
At this point, her genitals were already full of fluid, soaking her pubic hair and the area inside her underwear that touched her perineum. I paused for a moment, then realized that women
secrete vaginal fluid during caresses. At the time, I just thought that's how it is for most women; after all, Gu Long's novels describe women's genitals as a "wet grassland," so I continued exploring.

My cousin's vulva was quite thick, with soft, warm labia minora, moistened with vaginal fluid, which felt very comfortable to touch. Enlarged due to engorgement, they were also plump and elastic. When my
fingers traced along the labia to the clitoris at its base, my cousin let out a long "Ah!" and clamped my hand tightly between her legs, startling me. I
quickly asked softly, "Did I hurt you?" My cousin, panting, shook her head and said, "No, it's too stimulating."

My cousin struggled to sit up and began quickly unbuttoning my shirt. After she took it off, she pressed her face against my body, moaning and rubbing against me
while inhaling my scent. At the same time, her hands were busy unbuckling my belt, and my trousers slipped to the floor. Then, her hand slipped inside my
underwear and grabbed my penis. I instantly felt a surge of lust, as if my brain was about to explode. My penis throbbed painfully hard under her kneading.

At this point, I became bolder, or perhaps I was consumed by lust and lost my senses. I used both hands to push my cousin's undershirt and bra over her head and pulled them off
.

When I pushed my cousin's clothes over her neck, I smelled a faint fragrance, different from her natural scent. It wasn't perfume; it smelled like
a mixture of orchids and musk, probably the kind of fragrance described in martial arts novels—in short, it smelled wonderful.

I noticed the scent was coming from my cousin's armpits. Of all the women I've been with, each woman's armpits had a different smell—some were pleasant, some sour
, some pungent, and some had a strong body odor. Among these women, my cousin's and my first girlfriend's smelled the best; their scents were almost identical. After my cousin
and my first girlfriend, whenever I had sex with a woman, I would always smell her armpits, but I never smelled that intoxicating, aphrodisiac
fragrance again.

My cousin's armpits, like her pubic area, were covered in thick, dense hair, like a jungle, stretching from her armpit to the base of her breasts in a long, thick patch. After that, I would often bury
my face in her armpits, greedily inhaling her scent, letting her armpit hair tickle my nostrils. As a result, I developed a strong liking for women with abundant armpit hair. In the summer,
I would often secretly peek at the cuffs of women's short-sleeved shirts, and I would get excited whenever I saw a woman with a lot of armpit hair; sometimes my penis would involuntarily become erect. Damn it,
most American women shave their armpits; my three years in America deprived me of this pleasure.

My cousin was now standing in front of me, her upper body completely naked. It was the first time I had ever truly seen a woman's body.

My cousin's skin was fair with a rosy glow, and her breasts were large, round, and firm. Dark brown nipples stood proudly erect on the upper part of her breasts, making the lower part appear
even larger. With each breath and the rise and fall of her chest, her large breasts trembled slightly. I was stunned, almost breathless, and kept swallowing
.

When my cousin saw me, she chuckled, pulled my hand over, placed one hand on her breast, and slipped the other inside her pants. So, while kneading
my cousin's large breasts, I also stimulated her overflowing vulva.

My cousin's moans grew louder, one arm around my neck, her armpit hair tickling my neck and shoulders, the scent from her armpits growing stronger, mixed with
her intense body fragrance, almost making me faint.

My cousin slipped her other hand inside my underwear, playing with my penis and testicles, while biting my ear, breathing heavily and moaning. My body was
burning hot, my blood surging, and I abruptly pushed my cousin down onto the bed, pulling down her long underwear and pink panties. For the first time, I saw a living
woman's private parts, my cousin's lush vulva, the thick, dark labia majora hidden beneath the pubic hair, and the equally plump, pink inner labia, along with
the milky white fluid flowing from her opening.

My cousin let out a soft moan, pulled the blanket over herself, her eyes filled with longing, and said gently yet provocatively:

"Come on, take me."

My little brother was already painfully hard and needed to be released, but I had never had sex with a woman before and didn't know how to start. Hearing my cousin's encouragement,
I quickly pulled off my underwear, crawled into her bed, and pressed myself against her voluptuous body. It felt like pressing against a thick, warm sponge
, incredibly comfortable, especially the area where my breasts were against her chest. From my experience with various women afterward, I've found that voluptuous women are more comfortable to have sex with,
while slender women make it easier to feel their bones. I don't understand why most men prefer slender, petite women.

I was on top of my cousin, my penis thrusting wildly into her perineum, but I just couldn't get it right, and I was incredibly anxious.

My cousin noticed my embarrassment and said in a heavy, cloying voice, "Silly boy, don't move." As she spoke, she reached down and gently pinched my penis, while her other
hand parted her labia, guiding my penis to the entrance of her moist vulva, saying, "Come in."

I immediately thrust forward forcefully. Because my cousin was already overflowing with fluids, her vagina was very slippery. Although her vagina was tight, I
thrust in deeply to the base of her vagina, right up to her cervix, without any resistance. My cousin let out a loud "Ah!" and her whole body stiffened. Seeing her
mouth wide open, eyes closed, and brows furrowed, I thought I had hurt her, so I quickly stopped and asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"

With a long "ah," my cousin exhaled a long breath, hugged me tightly, and gasped, "No, good... good... so good!
Keep going... keep going." As she spoke, she arched her legs and clamped them tightly around my buttocks, while her waist thrust and twisted forcefully. So I thrust hard into
her vagina again.

Since I had never been with a woman before, I had no experience. I only felt my penis trying to slip out of my cousin's warm, slippery vagina, so I kept pushing it in harder.
My cousin was writhing violently beneath me, panting, her eyes half-closed, her brows furrowed, moaning softly, as if in pain, yet also in pleasure. I stopped nervously and
asked:

"Did I hurt you?" My cousin chuckled, panting as she pinched my cheek. "Silly boy, if it hurt, I would have cried out. I didn't cry out,
so just keep going and fuck me hard, don't stop."

Hearing my cousin say that, I started thrusting back and forth violently again, and my cousin groaned and gasped with pleasure and pain in response to my thrusts.

Soon my thrusts were able to match my cousin's hip movements, achieving the best state and the most stimulating friction pleasure.

My cousin was moving all over, her head swaying from side to side on the pillow, her long hair covering her face, making her look even more alluring.

I felt my cousin's vagina was both lubricated, allowing for unimpeded thrusting, and tightly gripping my hard penis, rubbing it intensely. With each thrust, I
felt more and more of her vaginal fluid gushing out along my penis, creating a popping sound as we moved vigorously.

We were both drenched in sweat, which soaked the sheets and blankets. The entire bedroom was filled with the smell of my sweat, my cousin's fragrance, and the scent of our love juices.

My cousin's short moans and panting, the strong scent of her body mixed with the fragrance of orchids and musk, and the intense friction of her genitals quickly stimulated me, causing my penis to feel a tingling numbness.
This tingling numbness rushed from my tailbone to my brain, and I felt a sharp pain in my vision. My penis began to thrust violently, and a stream of fluid seemed to burst forth.
The muscles of my perineum also twitched involuntarily, and my lower body unconsciously thrust forward.

At this moment, my cousin's moans grew louder and shorter, her breathing became more rapid, her legs clamped around my buttocks tighter, and her body twisted more violently. Just as I was about to ejaculate
, my cousin let out a long "Ah!" and her entire body stiffened, arching upwards. Her arms tightly gripped my shoulders, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

She got angry and dug her nails deep into my flesh, which hurt me a lot.

At the same time, I felt my cousin's vagina tighten, as if it were spasming, and her cervix was sucking on my penis, as if trying to drain every last drop of my semen
. The feeling was indescribably wonderful. After a few seconds, my cousin let out another long moan, her whole body went limp on the bed, and her hands and feet fell limply
to her sides. She was panting heavily, and her chest was heaving.

At this point, I was completely exhausted and lay panting on top of my cousin. But my penis was still hard.

At the time, I thought my penis would only go soft after leaving the vagina. Later I learned that it would go soft after ejaculation. I was too stimulated at the time, so I kept it hard.
This situation also happened to me in the future when I had sex with other women under extremely stimulating conditions.

We stayed like this for about half a minute, and then my cousin's waist started to move again. Because of the semen and her vaginal fluid, her vagina was particularly
slippery at this moment, and I could only push forward as hard as I could to prevent it from slipping out.

Less than half a minute later, my cousin suddenly let out a short, pleasurable cry, her body arching back to its previous position. Her vagina contracted and sucked my penis even more forcefully, and
a stream of hot liquid spurted onto the base of my penis from somewhere. This time, the stimulation seemed even more intense than before, and I couldn't help but ejaculate again, but
I clearly felt there was no semen; it was dry ejaculation. As my cousin went limp again, my penis also went completely limp. In an instant, I felt an incomparably
comfortable pleasure wash over me, my whole body feeling relaxed and blissful, and my penis felt incredibly satisfied.

I rolled off my cousin and lay on the wet mattress, panting heavily.

We were both drenched in sweat, our hair completely soaked. After a while, my cousin rolled over, half her body pressed against mine, one arm resting on my
chest, her small hand caressing my pectoral muscles, and one leg draped over mine. I could feel her genitals pressed against my inner thigh, the fluid flowing from them trickling down
my groin onto the bed. The room was soon filled with the scent of my semen and my cousin's vaginal fluid.

I wrapped one arm around my cousin's neck, pressing her face against mine, and gently stroked her back with my other hand. After that, my cousin loved to
sleep like this, sometimes her little hand would rest on my penis as she fell asleep.

We lay there like that when I suddenly remembered that the school had roll call at 11 pm every night (our school is a semi-national defense professional college under the Ministry of Education, and in the first year we lived in
a dormitory with counselors, and the counselors would take roll call every night, and the lights in the whole dormitory would be turned off at the same time). I looked at my watch and it was already past 10:30. I couldn't help but
exclaim, "Oh!" My cousin sat up, looked at me tenderly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

I told her about our new student system and said, "I have to go." My cousin gave a soft "hmm" without objecting. I quickly got up and dressed. My cousin
watched me get dressed silently, biting her lip. After a while, she asked, "Will you come again?"

Even a fool could tell my cousin wanted me to come and sleep with her again. I was overjoyed and blurted out, "If you want, I'll come every day." My cousin chuckled, threw back
the covers, got out of bed, and threw herself into my arms, naked, hugging me tightly and kissing me passionately. I returned her kisses passionately, my hands naturally caressing
her back, waist, and breasts. At that moment, I truly didn't want to leave.

After a long while, we finally let go. I picked up a towel from the bed and wrapped it around my cousin to keep her warm. I stroked her face and said softly, "
I'll come again tomorrow." My cousin blushed and lowered her head, saying gently, "I have a day off on Mondays and political study on Thursdays. I don't have to work until nine o'clock these two days, so you can
come these two days."

"

Passionate sex turned me from a confident young woman who had entered the house back into a shy and timid girl.

I dressed neatly, kissed my cousin again, and then went out to ride my bike back to school. Lying on my dorm bed, recalling what had just happened, it was unbelievable that I had
done it to my cousin like that. The excitement combined with the painful soreness in my penis (it had been hard for four hours) kept me awake until the early hours of the morning before I finally drifted off to sleep.

For the next few days, I anxiously awaited Thursday.

Thursday finally arrived, and estimating when my cousin would get off work, I rode my bike straight to her house. My cousin and I arrived almost simultaneously. When she saw
me, she pinched my ear and chuckled, "You little rascal, couldn't wait, could you?" I could only awkwardly chuckle, secretly planning how to seduce her later.

As soon as we entered the house and closed the door, my cousin suddenly threw herself into my arms, wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, and kissed me passionately. Caught off guard, I was
pushed against the wall by her, and she laughed as she kissed me. Coming to my senses, I wrapped my arms around her waist and returned her kiss fiercely, while simultaneously slipping my hand inside her clothes to caress
her smooth body.

My cousin's breathing quickly became heavy, she hugged me tighter, and kissed me more passionately. I felt her full, firm breasts pressed against my body, which
I really enjoyed.

I quickly slipped my hand inside my cousin's pants and began to stroke her pubic hair and wet, plump vulva. My cousin was panting and moaning, her hands
rapidly pulling off my clothes. Without hesitation, I began to remove my cousin's clothes as well. Soon, we were both completely naked. My cousin's body, especially her armpits, still
exuded an alluring scent.

We moved to the bedroom, and my cousin suddenly pushed me down onto the bed, then pressed her entire body against mine. Before I could even catch my breath, her cherry lips had already
sealed my mouth. She then grasped my rock-hard penis, exploring it a few times on her warm, moist vulva, until it reached the clitoris.
Then, with a powerful thrust, accompanied by a long "ah" from her, my penis plunged deep into her vagina, all the way to the very bottom.

My cousin would sometimes lean on me and wiggle her hips left and right, sometimes sit up halfway and move back and forth, and sometimes straighten up and down. With each movement,
her breasts would jiggle, and my stomach would be covered in her juices. I could only push my penis upwards, which was tightly gripped by my cousin's vagina, while my hands gripped and
squeezed her breasts hard.

My cousin's breathing and moans grew louder and shorter. Suddenly, she let out a long "Ah!" and her whole body slammed onto me,
almost suffocating me. I could feel her panting heavily, her vagina contracting spasmodically; I knew she had reached orgasm. But I was still caught up in the moment, so I rolled over
and began thrusting into her hard.

My cousin couldn't help but let out a short, drawn-out scream, as if she had lost her soul. Soon, with my violent thrusting, she let out a
scream that sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain, then her body went limp like dough, panting heavily.

After I ejaculated, I collapsed onto my cousin, panting heavily. We were both soaked in sweat.

After a long time, we regained our strength, and after another round of passionate lovemaking, my penis became erect again, and my cousin started moaning. This time, she lay on the bed, sticking
her buttocks up, wanting me to penetrate her from behind.

Looking at my cousin's labia hidden in the thick pubic hair covered in sticky fluid, her vulva still glistening with moisture, and her two large
breasts hanging through her legs, my penis got really hard. So without saying a word, I thrust my little brother into my cousin's plump vulva, while simultaneously leaning over her back and grabbing
her big breasts with both hands.

Because my cousin has a big butt, penetrating her from behind wasn't as pleasurable as from the front, but it was still very exciting. I slowly penetrated her, squeezing her breasts, and my cousin
kept thrusting her buttocks back. After about 30 minutes, my cousin had an orgasm, and I flipped her over and vigorously fucked her until she had her sixth orgasm. We were
both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms. When I woke up, it was already past 10 o'clock, and I rushed back to school.

Soon, the student movement started. I didn't have to attend classes, and no one took attendance. My cousin's shop, located near the provincial capital, was blocked from opening and
had to close for the holidays. So, my cousin and I could make love every day and fall asleep in each other's arms until dawn.

That month was unforgettable. We tried all sorts of ways to make love—on the bed, the sofa, the chair, the floor, in the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, in all
positions: front, back, top, bottom, and side.

And so, before I was even 19, I had sex. That was uncommon in those days. While many of my classmates hadn't even started holding hands with women
, I was already having sex with a mature woman, and on my first time, I brought my cousin to two orgasms.

Later I realized that my cousin wasn't easily satisfied. I often had to exhaust myself to completely satisfy her. Our first time was probably
because she hadn't had sex in a long time, and the foreplay was also very long, so she reached orgasm in a short time after I penetrated her.

After that, under my cousin's tutelage, I learned how to control the stimulation of my penis, how to arouse a woman's desire, and how to coordinate with a woman's reactions to help her
reach the peak of orgasm more easily and quickly. At the same time, I also explored the mysterious world of women and discovered the alluring aspects of their bodies.

From then on, my cousin's body was imprinted in my mind with the characteristics of a sexy woman: full breasts and a plump bottom, full and rounded, long hair past her shoulders, abundant armpit hair
, an alluring scent from her armpits, a woman's scent emanating from her body, and a plump and hairy pubic area.

All of these things quickly aroused my sexual desire. And there was something particularly exciting about having sex with my cousin: she was very good at moaning. Her moans,
gasps, and cries of pleasure varied with the frequency and force of my thrusts. When I thrust quickly, her moans were quick and short; when I thrust deeply and slowly, her moans were long and drawn out. As intercourse
progressed, her moans grew louder and louder, until her orgasm sounded like a scream. Having sex with my cousin was a complete sensory experience; I really couldn't understand how her husband
could give up such a beauty.

My cousin and I continued our sexual relationship until the second semester of my junior year in college, when she decided to remarry. No matter how much I tried to dissuade her, she was determined. We
had no choice but to end the relationship.

From then on, I never saw my cousin again. Whenever I made love with a woman, my cousin's image would appear in my mind. Whenever this happened, I would get even more excited. But
to this day, I have never met a woman as arousing as my cousin.

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