The astonished boy

This story was told to me by my college roommate, and it might not be as exciting as you imagine, because it's not what you think it is.

That year, the boy was 19 years old. He wasn't short, but he wasn't particularly tall or mature either; he was just a tall boy.

What was different was that his father owned a small factory, which employed seven or eight female workers doing handicrafts. These women varied in age and build. The factory provided accommodation—a fourth-floor extension on the top floor of the factory workshop. The owner's family, the boy's family, lived on the third floor.

Since it was a rooftop dormitory, the conditions were a bit basic, but it had everything you needed, including a bathroom and shower. The boy usually didn't go to the rooftop because he was too busy with his studies from dawn till dusk to have time for that.

It was during the summer he turned 19 that he successfully entered the local top high school, which meant he had a lot more time and space to think things through.

One Saturday noon, his father went out to deliver goods, his mother was in her small office on the first floor, and he was eating lunch on the third floor watching TV when he heard a female worker coming up the stairs. Through the open door, he and the worker simultaneously glanced at each other.

It was Aunt Wang, probably in her early forties, rather large and plump, especially her breasts, which seemed larger than his mother's. Aunt Wang lived in another village, more than an hour away by bicycle, so she usually stayed in the dormitory and only went home on holidays.

The boy watched TV for a while longer, then suddenly felt an impulse, got up, and quietly went upstairs as well. Upstairs were four rooms, each with two beds. At the far end was a large partitioned room, divided into two shower rooms and two toilets.

The boy went upstairs; the doors to the two outer rooms were open, but no one was inside. Of the two inner rooms, one door was closed, and he could hear footsteps inside—that was Aunt Wang, of course. The boy was about to go further when he heard someone inside the room walking towards the door. He quickly retreated to the first room and hid behind the open door.

Aunt Wang didn't go out, but went into the larger cubicle. Hearing the bathroom door close, the boy quickly followed. The cubicle had a passageway in the middle, with two small cubicles on each side, each with a small door. The side without windows was the shower area, and the other side with windows was the bathroom.

There was a gap about two fists' width under the small doors. The boy stood in the doorway and peered inside. One of the four small doors was closed, indicating Aunt Wang was using the toilet. He felt a strange excitement; he wanted to go further but was also a little scared, so he squatted down. He squatted too far away; through the gap under the door, he could only see a foot wearing a slipper. So he crouched down and took two steps forward.

Wow! He saw it, and a surge of excitement coursed through him. Between her spread thighs, where some dark hair had grown, urine was trickling out, accompanied by a hissing sound. He braced himself with both hands, leaning forward, and now he could see it more clearly. There was a raised area among the dark hair, with a slit in the middle. The slit was split open, and the urine was coming from there, still dripping intermittently.

The boy felt his penis pressing against his crotch. He reached down and moved the head of his penis into the slit of his trouser leg. Aunt Wang's thighs were so white, her white underwear pulled down to near her knees, her calves and trouser legs pressing against the front. Through her spread thighs, he could see two semi-circular, slightly pointed buttocks—very beautiful.

Just as the boy reached down to soothe his large penis, Aunt Wang got up. The boy quickly got up too and ran back downstairs, tiptoeing. Aunt Wang didn't follow, presumably going back to her room for a nap.

In the two weeks that followed, the boy went upstairs at least three more times, each time around noon following Aunt Wang. Once, Aunt Wang even came up to relieve herself.

Each time, after watching her, the boy would go back to his room and let his large penis tremble. The time he saw Aunt Wang lift her buttocks and forcefully push herself up, his penis even drew a pattern on the floor. During the day, because the female workers living nearby went to eat and play cards, usually only Aunt Wang would come upstairs for her afternoon nap. But at night, there were more than one person on the fourth floor, and the boy didn't dare go up.

In the third week, the boy, as usual, followed Aunt Wang upstairs. After hearing the toilet door close, he followed her into the toilet stall. Having already experienced this a few times, he directly chose a spot and squatted down. Just as he saw urine begin to flow from Aunt Wang's groin, the door opened.

The boy and Aunt Wang stared at each other, face to face.

The boy squatted there, hands on the ground, mouth agape in astonishment. Aunt Wang squatted there too, a soft gurgling sound coming from the mound between her thighs, carrying a stream of clear, white urine that seemed about to shoot towards the boy's face. The urine stream was coming out of a small hole, with two raised, slightly dark ridges in front of it, symmetrically contrasting with a patch of black pubic hair on her pale abdomen and thighs.

Aunt Wang stared at the boy with a strange, ambiguous smile. She wasn't wearing underwear around her knees, nor were there any trouser legs on her pale calves; in fact, Aunt Wang was exposing her entire alluring lower body to the boy.

She held her underwear in her hand. After she finished urinating, Aunt Wang beckoned to the boy with the hand holding her underwear, signaling him to go into the small toilet stall.

The boy was terrified. His father was very fierce, and he was even more afraid that Aunt Wang would scold him, and then the whole village would know. He stood up and obediently went inside, his eyes never leaving the mound between Aunt Wang's thighs.

After the boy entered the toilet stall, Aunt Wang asked him to close the door and then squat down beside her. She placed toilet paper from her bag in his hand, then took his hand and used it to wipe her genitals after urinating. Her movements were slow; not only the toilet paper, but even the boy's palm was rubbing up and down her genitals. She closed her eyes, slowly guiding the boy's hand to rub her genitals.

Although scared and feeling uneasy, the boy was enjoying his work. What he couldn't understand was why the fluid in the cleft between Aunt Wang's thighs seemed to increase with each wipe, becoming increasingly sticky.

Aunt Wang suddenly opened her eyes and whispered to the boy, "I'm telling you, I knew you were peeping at me while I was using the toilet. This is your punishment. If you don't behave, I'll tell your father and the whole village.

" "I know I was wrong, Aunt Wang, I'll definitely listen to you," the boy hurriedly replied. "Alright, I'll punish you by making you put my underwear on first." So, the boy squatted down, grabbed Aunt Wang's white underwear with both hands, and spread it open. Aunt Wang stood up, first lifting one leg, slowly slipping it into one side of the underwear, then, holding the boy's shoulder, lifting the other leg, slowly slipping it into the other side of the underwear.

Now the underwear was at the back of Aunt Wang's two fair thighs. Aunt Wang stepped back a little, hiding under the air vent, leaning against the wall, but bending down, biting the boy's ear and asking, "Want to get a closer look?" Before the boy could answer, Aunt Wang hugged his head with both hands, pulling it against her inner thighs.

The boy's face pressed against Aunt Wang's lower abdomen, his face touching the soft skin of her belly. In front of his nose were the black hairs, a little hard and a little soft, and in front of his mouth was a slightly moist and sticky mound.

Aunt Wang's breathing sounded like air was seeping into her mouth. She began to thrust her lower abdomen forward, while her hands pulled the boy's head closer to her body. At the same time, she spread her legs and began to twist her buttocks back and forth and side to side. The boy was already half-asleep. "Tongue. Use your tongue," Aunt Wang whispered breathlessly.

The boy was in a daze. He found his whole body tense, but he didn't know what to do next. His large penis had already poked its head out of his shorts. Hearing Aunt Wang's voice, he immediately stuck out his tongue, grabbed Aunt Wang's plump buttocks with both hands, and began to lick every part of her mound vigorously. It was a little salty, a little pungent, but it gave him extreme satisfaction.

He didn't know if it was the fluid from the cleft under her mound or his saliva, but it made his lower face sticky.

There was a small, hard lump in the mound of Venus. He found it very stimulating to press against it with his tongue. He also noticed that the more he pressed, the harder Aunt Wang's movements became. The cleft in the mound seemed incredibly deep; whenever he tried to probe its depths with his tongue, Aunt Wang's breathing became more violent, churning in her throat.

The moisture from Aunt Wang's mound seemed to be increasing, almost dripping down the boy's neck from his jawline.

Aunt Wang once again forcefully pulled his head to her vulva, so forcefully that the boy's open mouth completely covered the small lump and the mound. The boy's face was pressed between Aunt Wang's stiff, trembling thighs, almost suffocating him. Then Aunt Wang stopped moving. The boy then realized that a large patch of his trousers was also wet and stuck to his leg.

After a while, Aunt Wang took a stack of toilet paper and placed it on her inner thighs, then pulled up her underwear and put on her outer trousers.

She looked at the boy: "You're a good boy, Auntie likes you. Remember to listen to me, or I'll tell your father." "Also, don't say anything after you go downstairs. As long as you don't say anything, I'll keep your secret." After that, he went to school and started living on campus. His father's factory subsequently moved to a new industrial area, and the boy never saw Aunt Wang again. Aunt Wang truly kept his secret. "Actually, didn't I also keep her secret? It's been so many years, and this is the first time I've told you." These were the words of the now-grown boy.

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