Twenty years of sexual experience

That crazy night, my second sister and I made love six times in a row. She had three orgasms, and I ejaculated five times, until we used up the two boxes of three-pack condoms I had secretly run out to buy, until I couldn't ejaculate a single drop of semen anymore, and my lower body felt a slight pain.

The days of our reunion passed quickly, and the two weeks were about to end in the blink of an eye. On the eve of our departure, my second sister and I sat on the riverbank far from the village, leaning against each other, listening to the rushing water and watching the shattered moonlight reflected on the water. Silently, neither of us could utter a single word. There was no passionate farewell love as I had imagined. At that moment, my second sister and I were unusually silent, with only the chirping of insects and the sound of flowing water recording the passage of time.

On the day of my departure, the sky was exceptionally clear, and the summer sun shone brightly and warmly without reservation. From the moment I woke up, I was sweating almost non-stop, feeling particularly lonely and depressed. Apart from responding to my relatives' instructions with "uh-huh," I refused to say another word. My second sister stood in the crowd, her eyes filled with a hint of melancholy, while my heart felt like it was overgrown with weeds, very unhappy. But I could only grit my teeth, jump into the car, and speed away. I longed to see my second sister's eyes, to say something, but I dared not turn back, and tears welled up like a spring.

The start of school was approaching, and I didn't stay at home for long. I packed my bags and went straight to school. As soon as I got back to school, I immediately called my uncle's house to greet the whole family and my second sister, but she wasn't home. I felt quite disappointed, lying under the fan, pondering how to write a letter to her.

It wasn't until half a month after I sent the letter that I received a reply from my second sister. I read the short one-page letter over and over again. She told me to be careful with my wording in future letters to her, otherwise someone might read them and cause trouble

. I wrote back again, but she didn't reply much. I called her workplace, and she answered, saying she was doing well and told me not to worry about her. She said, "You're graduating soon, little brother, you should do well in your internship, try to get into graduate school, or find a good job." I was silent for a long time, then she said goodbye and hung up.

During those days, I thought a lot and gradually understood my second sister's good intentions and her selfless love for me. I kept telling myself to cheer up, cheer up! I buried my longing for my second sister deep in my heart and focused on my internship. At the end of the year, I called my parents to tell them I would be doing an internship at the school and wouldn't be coming home for the New Year. They told me something I'd expected, but which still shocked me no matter what: "My second sister is getting married on New Year's Day, to the son of the county education bureau chief." I don't remember how I got back to my dorm; my mind went blank, I felt almost hopeless. That night, I went to a tavern near the back gate of the school and ordered a bottle of baijiu and three dishes. I practically drank the liquor with my tears. My mind was filled with images of my second sister's every smile and gesture, every moment we spent together. I cried out in my heart, "Second sister, second sister, I've finally lost you completely!" After finishing the bottle, I was so drunk I couldn't tell which way was which, my head throbbed, and my vision blurred with light. When the waitress came to calculate the bill, I couldn't hear her at all. I took out a hundred yuan and told her to calculate it herself. When she came back, she said it wasn't enough and asked me to add another fifty. My remaining sense was that the bill wasn't that much. My already agitated emotions were amplified, and I slammed my fist on the table, yelling at her to call the owner.

The tavern owner came over with a short, bald man, and said rudely, "Damn it, shut up, pay your bill and get out of here!" I was furious and grabbed a plate, smashing it at him. The owner yelled and hid under the table, covering his head. A male waiter pounced on me, grabbing the bottle I was waving. The bald man also pounced on me and pinned me to the table. Luckily, Liu and his friends from the dorm across the hall came in for a late-night snack. They saw me about to be beaten up, rushed over, surrounded the tavern owner and his henchmen, threw down fifty yuan, and rescued me. Apparently, they carried me back to the dorm, cursing all the way!

That night, I kept yelling and reeking of alcohol. My dorm buddies had to sleep with the windows open all night in the dead of winter. This story was later embellished into a tale of a heartbroken guy fighting off a ruthless tavern owner, with his brothers helping him and the thug admitting his guilt. It became widely circulated on campus, and the tavern near the entrance became quite deserted for a while afterward.

The next day, I still had a splitting headache and a burning mouth. I lay in bed all day until I finally calmed down. Suddenly, I felt incredibly foolish. Perhaps my second sister had found a good match this time. Besides, she had always been very loving towards me; she didn't owe me anything. I had no right to criticize her for her choice. I repeatedly told myself this in my heart, silently wishing my second sister happiness and fulfillment. I even called my aunt again to ask her to convey my blessings to my second sister. I was finally able to bravely leave the dormitory and return to a normal life.

But from then on, I dared not inquire about my second sister anymore. She became the most hidden pain in my heart.

That winter, it snowed heavily. Knowing that my second sister loved snow, I built a snowman and tied a red ribbon around its neck in a bow, as a way to express my longing for her.

More than half a year later, I graduated and got a decent job, though it was far from home. I didn't go back to my hometown that summer, simply because I was afraid to see my second sister, who was now married. Later, I heard that my second sister had given birth to a son, whose birthday was three days younger than mine. I called to congratulate her, and she said indifferently, "Thank you." At that moment, my heart suddenly felt like it was being stabbed, bleeding uncontrollably, and my limbs felt ice-cold.

Before May Day, I went back to my hometown as my father had suggested to bring my grandmother to stay with my parents temporarily. When my grandmother saw me return, she happily said, "Let's leave tomorrow; your second sister is coming back tonight too." My heart skipped a beat, but I couldn't help feeling a surge of joy.

Before dinner, my second sister arrived carrying her chubby son and luggage. My cousin, nephew, and I went to greet her. My second sister smiled faintly when she saw me and said, "Work must be tiring; you've lost weight again." I smiled but didn't say anything, though my heart ached.

The relatives were all very excited to see my second sister and her son. The atmosphere at the dinner table was lively, and the meal lasted for nearly two hours. No one noticed that I had been sitting quietly the whole time.

Before dinner was finished, the village suddenly lost power, and the moon on the sixteenth of the month was exceptionally round and bright. So everyone moved the table to the courtyard to drink tea and chat. My second sister's son had already fallen asleep, giving the adults even more relaxing time. The joyful atmosphere gradually dissipated as sleepiness set in, and everyone dispersed to their rooms to rest.

I lay in bed, tossing and turning like a pancake, unable to sleep. My mind was filled with the image of my second sister naturally unbuttoning her clothes and offering her breast to breastfeed her son under everyone's gaze.

Finally, I sat up, quietly went to my second sister's door, and knocked. I heard her get up, but she didn't open the door immediately, seemingly hesitating. I didn't knock again, standing quietly at the door. After about half a minute, my second sister opened the door, stepped aside, and let me in. I hugged my second sister tightly, and she hugged me back. Face to face, heart to heart, we held each other motionless... Suddenly, her son started crying. My sister gently pushed me away, picked him up, lifted her shirt, and raised her full, round breasts to nurse him. The little guy immediately quieted down, suckling greedily, his little hands grasping at my sister's other breast. I watched, mesmerized.

My sister pulled me close and sat beside her. I hugged her and kissed her earlobe. She gently flinched, her breathing quickening. The little guy was full. My sister bent down to place him on the inside of the bed, but as she turned back, I pinned her beneath her.

I held my second sister's breasts in my hands, feeling the warm liquid seep into my palms. Looking down, I saw it was her breast milk. I couldn't help but rush to her chest, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking greedily. A sweet, slightly fishy-smelling liquid flowed into my mouth. My second sister arched her chest and moaned. I suckled deeply. Her milk was plentiful; even my caresses caused it to drip continuously. My hand reached for her belt, and she lifted her buttocks, allowing me to easily pull down her pants.

The moonlight, like water, bathed my second sister. Her skin was still delicate and smooth, her body slightly plump, her lower abdomen a little protruding, but her lower body remained full. The thick pubic hair between her legs looked even denser. My hand roamed over her lower body; it was already a vast expanse of moisture. I sat up, pulled down my pants, and my second sister got up to help me. My erect penis broke free of my underwear, pointing straight at her breasts. My second

sister suddenly hugged me, spreading her legs and holding me tightly. I grasped my penis, searching for the entrance between her legs. My second sister slightly raised her buttocks, and I smoothly inserted myself into her vagina—or rather, slid in—which was already a vast expanse of moisture. I could feel that my second sister's vagina was not as tight as it had been a year ago, perhaps because of childbirth, but my second sister tightened her vaginal muscles, enveloping my penis, allowing me to enjoy the warmth, lubrication, and desire deep within her.

Without hesitation, I began to thrust forcefully. My second sister cooperated perfectly with each deep thrust and pullback, ensuring that each of my movements penetrated deeply into her vagina. I knew she was also anticipating my passion. Our two long-separated bodies collided intensely, grinding, twisting, panting, and moaning. I would occasionally suckle her nipples, greedily swallowing her sweet-smelling milk. My

second sister completely melted under my sucking and thrusting. She opened her eyes wide, biting the corner of the pillowcase, trying to suppress her moans, but at that moment, it came like a flood bursting its banks. My second sister trembled all over, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her vagina convulsing, and she uttered muffled cries of "Ah...ah...ah..."

I pressed hard against her lower body, feeling the powerful contractions of her vagina, feeling the hot fluid she ejaculated onto my penis… Under the grip of my second sister's climax, I relaxed slightly, quietly waiting for her body to relax, and then slowly began to thrust faster. After her climax, my second sister's body was very soft, her vagina had regained its softness and tenderness, allowing me to roam freely inside her.

My tongue wandered over my second sister's chest, from left to right, from top to bottom, sometimes lightly touching, sometimes deeply kissing, sometimes sucking, sometimes gently biting. My second sister's desire was aroused again, she grabbed my penis and stuffed it into her body. I was no longer impatient, rhythmically thrusting, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, each time reaching the deepest part of my second sister's vagina, her reaction becoming more and more intense.

At this moment, my second sister was no longer a reserved and demure girl, but a charming and alluring woman, her eyes filled with persistence and desire, her body radiating an alluring hormonal aura and fiery heat!

My second sister arched her hips, welcoming each of my thrusts. Our bodies collided with a "slap, slap" sound. She held my scrotum, gently kneading it. Her warm palms melted away all my willpower. I gradually felt an urge to ejaculate shooting from the base of my penis straight to my brain. I quickly turned her over so her back was to me, her buttocks sticking up. I entered her from behind. She cried out, "Ah!" I increased the frequency and force of my thrusts. Her buttocks arched back to meet mine, and the "slap, slap" sound of our bodies colliding grew louder. The bed beneath us shook and groaned, "Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak!" almost becoming a continuous creak!

Just then, the little one on the inside of the bed was awakened and burst into tears. I was startled and was about to stop when my second sister took the baby and placed him under her, putting her nipple in the baby's mouth. The baby's crying stopped abruptly. While doing this, my second sister kept twisting her buttocks and rubbing against me, whispering, "Oh, don't stop, don't stop..." The urge to ejaculate swelled and surged in my glans, exploding instantly. I grabbed my second sister's shoulders and whispered in her ear, "Sister, I'm going to cum!" My second sister bit her lip and moaned, raising her buttocks high. I thrust a few times with all my might, spraying the remaining semen into my second sister's vagina. At the same time, my second sister's second orgasm arrived, her vagina contracting and spasming rapidly.

We trembled together, sweat streaming down our skin, panting heavily, too weak to even speak. I lay on my second sister's back, my hands bracing against the bed, my limp penis slipping out. I could feel a sticky liquid flowing from her vagina, trickling between our legs. The baby slept sweetly… This was the only time my second sister and I reached orgasm simultaneously during sex.

We lay embracing for more than ten minutes. My second sister got up, took a basin, poured water, wet a towel, and wiped my lower body. Then she washed herself, helped me put on my clothes, and led me to sit on the steps in the yard. We sat and chatted under the bright moonlight. My second sister said tenderly, "Little brother, I am your woman, but from tomorrow onwards, I will only be your second sister. I will hand you over to my future wife..." After that, many times when I met my second sister, she deliberately avoided being alone with me. But from her eyes, I could see concern and a heartfelt love. Although my second sister's body no longer belonged to me, I believed that in her heart, I was her only man, and I buried my love for her deep in my heart.

(IV) A Sexual Encounter on Valentine's Day

The days of studying away from home were very difficult, especially the times when there was no sex.

In the era of online sex, I also searched tirelessly online, looking for someone to vent to. Finally, I found my first girlfriend, a 19-year-old girl with the online name "Little Silly." We chatted twice on QQ, and I told her, "Let's meet, I want to have sex with you." She said, "No." I wasn't discouraged and chatted with her casually. She wasn't the kind of girl who was very flirtatious; she spoke calmly and evenly. I could only patiently chat with her. At 11 pm that night, I said again, "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, come over." She actually agreed.

The next morning, I rushed to a guesthouse near the school and booked a room that cost 85 yuan a night. The room was small, with no chairs, only a large bed and a toilet/shower, but it was very clean, which suited me perfectly. I bought a rose and put it in a beer bottle next to the TV.

At six o'clock in the evening, she arrived. She was a short girl with an ordinary appearance, slightly chubby, but with a very full chest. Perhaps it had been too long since I'd been with a woman, because just seeing her breasts made me erect. My penis was hard and swollen, quite uncomfortable. I led her straight to the room.

We sat on the edge of the bed watching TV. I asked her some everyday questions, but she didn't say much, only occasionally humming in response. I tried to touch her hand, but she neither refused nor initiated anything, making me a little uncomfortable. I thought to myself,

"Why did I pay to come here? To chat with you like this!"

I put my arm around her shoulder, but she pushed my hand away and said, "What are you doing..." She took off her shoes and leaned against the pillow.

I felt this was a hint, so I took off my shoes and lay down next to her.

I touched her breasts through her clothes; they felt full and firm. My heart raced, and my breathing became a little rapid. To be honest, I had never been intimately exposed to such full breasts before.

She stood up, took off her outer clothes, and I took them and hung them on the wall. Underneath, she was wearing a black lace bra and lingerie. Her exposed skin looked fair and smooth, her breasts exceptionally full with a deep cleavage. She took off her bra, and her breasts sprang out, making me feel a little breathless. I swallowed hard, watching her crawl into bed wearing only her underwear.

I quickly took off my clothes too, deliberately doing so in front of her one piece at a time—first my pants, then my shirt—so she could see my erect penis. She watched me silently.

I grasped my erect penis and shook it against her chest. Her cheeks flushed slightly, looking quite adorable in the light.

I lay down beside her, lifted the blanket, moved closer to her, and stroked her breasts with my right hand, enjoying these treasures I had never experienced before, feeling the fullness of a young girl's breasts. Her areolas were pink, and her nipples were very small, also pink and soft, with an excellent feel. I gently pinched her nipples while occasionally scratching her areolas with my fingertips, patiently teasing her. Although she neither resisted nor responded to me on the surface, I could feel her desire slowly surging. Her legs moved slightly, as if she couldn't help but say: "

So comfortable."

My penis was fully erect, and I couldn't wait to mount her and fuck her hard. I told myself silently, "Dude, just a little longer!"

I put one leg over hers, letting her feel the heat and strength of my penis. My hand, which had been caressing her breasts, slowly moved down, stopping at her thick pubic hair. She didn't resist at all, and her eyes became hazy.

My lust surged, and I spread her legs to admire her genitals. Her pubic hair was thick and dark, somewhat coarse, and her mons pubis was full. Could this be what netizens call a "bun-shaped cunt"? I touched her slightly thick labia, which were clearly wet, but no vaginal fluid had flowed out yet. Her labia were a light flesh color, and the two full labia were tightly closed, with glistening vaginal fluid seeping from the cleft. I guessed this girl was aroused.

I leaned close to her vulva and smelled it. Aside from a faint odor of urine, there was no other strange smell, and I couldn't see any unpleasant discharge. It seemed she didn't have much sexual experience. I wanted to touch her clitoris, but she clamped her legs together, preventing me from moving.

I felt a little dizzy and cursed myself, "Damn it, what a hypocrite! I came here just to fuck her!" Without time to look closer, I rolled over and straddled her. She willingly spread her legs, letting me hold her down. I gripped my penis and went straight for her vagina. I rubbed the head of my penis against her labia a few times, and they enveloped it.

She lay on her back, motionless, letting me do as I pleased. With a slight shiver, I penetrated her vagina. Her vagina was warm and lubricated, gripping my penis tightly. I slowly thrust in and stopped, then gently pumped twice, enjoying the indescribable pleasure, wishing I could insert my entire body into her vagina.

A long-dormant surge of lust overwhelmed me, and I lost all control. My thoughts were completely focused on her breasts and my own penis. I didn't want to suppress my urges, so I kneaded her ample breasts with both hands and began thrusting forcefully. I didn't know if she was responding, but I hadn't experienced such stimulating penetration in a long time. Hearing the resounding slapping sounds of flesh colliding, I instantly lost control. In less than five minutes, I ejaculated.

At the moment of ejaculation, I tried to pull out my penis in a daze, but under the intense sexual stimulation, my reaction was a bit slow. Before I could pull it out completely, I ejaculated. Some of my semen shot directly into her vagina, and some sprayed onto her pubic hair and labia.

She looked at me with a strange gaze. I could tell she was sexually aroused, but I hadn't enjoyed a woman in a long time. This time, I wasn't going to suppress myself, nor did I intend to just have sex with her once and then let her go. That would be a waste of my eighty yuan room fee. Ejaculating once would relieve some sexual tension, preparing for the next round. I stroked her clitoris with my hand, but she pushed me away, got up, and went into the bathroom. I heard her tear toilet paper to wipe herself, then urinate, and then turn on the tap to wash herself

. She returned to the bed, not looking at me, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, biting her lower lip with her upper teeth. I lay down beside her, groping her breasts and pubic hair, teasing her while gathering my strength, ready for a good time.

More than ten minutes later, I was erect again.

This time, I wasn't nervous. I whispered in her ear, "Can you kiss my penis?" She shook her head repeatedly.

I asked again, "Then can I kiss your genitals?" She shook her head again, humming in refusal.

I slid my fingers across her abdomen, freely caressing her genitals. She no longer resisted. My fingertips lightly and heavily stroked her clitoris. Her body, burning with desire, fully stretched out, becoming soft and yielding. Gradually, her face flushed, her breathing became rapid and heavy, and her labia became increasingly wet. I took out my finger, moistened it with the clear fluid, and gently ran it across her lips. She slightly opened her mouth, her eyes half-closed.

I lifted the covers, knelt on her chest, and licked her areolas with my tongue, rubbing her nipples, while my hands continued to tease her genitals.

Her thighs trembled slightly, and she made muffled sounds in her throat. The rhythm of my thrusts gradually slowed, becoming more powerful. Gradually, her body responded, her grip tightened, and she became even wetter, letting out soft moans. I licked her earlobe with my tongue and said, "Baby, can I put it in?" She nodded, her cheeks flushed, and said, "Mmm." I was already aroused, so I mounted her, held her shoulders, and sucked on her breasts. My penis found the entrance to her vagina and went all the way in.

I moved in and out of her vagina with ease, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, rotating, grinding, thrusting straight in, and stabbing at an angle. I would be gentle for a while, then wildly thrust for a while. The impact of our flesh made a wet "splashing" sound. She was completely in character, grabbing her hair with both hands and moaning, "Ah...ah..." as she lifted her buttocks and moved in rhythm with my thrusts.

After more than 10 minutes, I felt like I was going to ejaculate, so I stopped and asked her to get on top. She refused, so I flipped her over, made her lie on her stomach on the bed, grabbed her breasts from behind, and thrust into her from behind. This way, I could go in very deep.

Moreover, watching a woman's plump buttocks being penetrated was particularly stimulating. I couldn't help but pull my hand out and slap her buttocks hard. She let out a soft moan, and her reaction became even stronger. Her moans grew louder, and the tone changed with each thrust of my penis, "Ah... um... ah, ah, ah..." This lewd moaning gave me a strong urge to have sex with every woman I had. I got up, grabbed her buttocks, and thrust up and down.

After another ten minutes of frantic thrusting, she reached orgasm, crying out and writhing, then suddenly went limp beneath me. I could clearly feel her hot, wet juices hitting the head of my penis and soaking the sheets. I didn't want to suppress myself anymore, so I whispered in her ear, "Fuck! I'm going to shoot inside your cunt!" She hummed incoherently, and I thrust hard. As my semen shot up to the head of my penis, I pushed a few times with all my might, then pressed her buttocks down, and my penis plunged deep into her vagina, ejaculating with unbridled pleasure.

I lay on her back, panting heavily. She pushed me away, trying to get out of bed, but I held her down. Watching my semen flow from her slightly parted vulva onto the bed felt incredibly good!

She sat up to go to the bathroom, but I pulled her back, trying to kiss her. She shook her head violently, avoiding my lips. I could only kiss her breast, silently cursing, "Slut, hypocrite!" before letting go.

We showered separately, then snuggled into bed together, and soon I fell asleep.

I woke up early the next morning. She was still asleep. I gently lifted the covers, looking at her naked body. I desperately wanted to have sex with her, but my penis, still limp from ejaculating, betrayed me. I stroked my penis with one hand and touched her breasts and vulva with the other, while she seemed to still be half-asleep.

Soon my penis was erect. While she was fast asleep, I turned her over, spread her legs, rubbed my penis against her labia, and then thrust in hard. She opened her eyes abruptly, looking surprised and agitated, and tried to push me away, but I held her down tightly and thrust quickly. She stopped resisting. I held her hips and fucked her with pleasure, watching her breasts sway with my movements. I felt very proud and enjoyed this scene. I fucked her for more than half an hour, and then ejaculated directly into her vagina.

This time, I felt a little tired, and my penis seemed a little numb. She didn't get up to clean up immediately, but lay quietly with me and fell asleep together.

Around ten o'clock, we got up together, washed up, left the room, and walked out of the guesthouse. I went to pay the bill, and then we went to KFC to eat. I kept staring at her, but she deliberately avoided me.

We started chatting about her life, her boyfriend, and gradually she became more talkative. She and her boyfriend were classmates and had been together for two years. They had their first sexual encounter last year, but the boy was rather thin and inexperienced, and his sex drive wasn't strong. They usually only saw each other once or twice a month. Others had tried to seduce her, but she hadn't gone. She had met a guy online, and he wanted to kiss her within minutes of meeting her. She refused, and the male college student got angry, hugged her, and kissed her. She ran away angrily.

I asked her why she met me and even had sex with me. She said, "I don't know." I asked her, "Can we meet again?" She didn't answer, nodded after a long while, and then said, "I have to go." I didn't force her and got up to see her off at the station.

That was Valentine's Day 2003, my first one-night stand.

(V) A Late Spring Afternoon

After my sexual experience with Xiao Benben, my sexual desire was like dumplings boiling in a pot, constantly churning and surging. I searched online every day, like a hungry wolf looking for targets in various chat rooms, most often visiting Sina chat rooms. I patiently chatted with netizens who might be women, and finally, one day in mid-April, I met a 36-year-old woman surnamed Yang. I told her directly that I wanted to have sex with her.

She readily agreed, and we immediately arranged to meet an hour later. Her voice sounded very gentle on the phone, filling me with anticipation.

I thought, this must be the kind of "good girl" that netizens talk about, so I still didn't plan to use a condom, just wanting to fully enjoy the physical pleasure. I

initially wanted to find a room at the same guesthouse as last time, but after a moment's hesitation, I decided to change locations. I remembered there was a military guesthouse west of the school, which would be much safer. So I called her to tell her the meeting place and rushed there.

Upon entering the guesthouse, I immediately sensed something different. The lobby was clean and impressive. Although the price was a bit high, the hourly rate was very cheap, only 30 yuan per hour. I booked a double room for two hours, paid 200 yuan for the room and deposit, and headed straight to my room on the third floor.

The room wasn't large, but the layout and interior were decent. There was a large double bed, no chairs, and a small bathroom near the entrance, with a showerhead at the far end. Although it was a bit cramped, it was safe—what policeman would dare raid a military guesthouse? I checked my watch; there was still half an hour until the appointed time. I turned on the air conditioner to low heat, lay down, and closed my eyes to rest.

During the anxious wait, the appointed time arrived, and she called. I told her the address, and she said she would come herself and didn't need me to come down. At this point, I couldn't help but feel nervous, constantly wondering what she looked like. Would she be an extremely ugly woman? Thinking this, I took a deep breath and thought: Who cares? I'm only here to have sex. At worst, I'll just close my eyes, have my way, and leave.

Just then, the soft clatter of high heels echoed down the hallway, stopping in front of my door. I almost jumped up, flung open the door, and stood a slender woman with long, flowing hair, wearing a pale yellow short-sleeved top and a tight skirt. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they were well-shaped and appeared quite proportionate. Her face wasn't stunning, but she possessed a unique, mature charm, and my heart immediately settled.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked with a smile. I awkwardly stepped aside to let her in.

This was Sister Yang.

She glanced around the room after entering, then naturally sat down on the edge of the bed. I, on the other hand, felt a little uncomfortable, a slight sweat beading on my forehead, unsure of where to sit. Sister Yang noticed my embarrassment, her face flushing slightly, and said, "Why don't you sit next to me?" She then moved aside slightly.

I went over and sat down beside her. Sister Yang fell silent. I swallowed hard and said, "Sister Yang, you're very feminine." Sister Yang's face flushed red. "Is it alright?" I nodded exaggeratedly and said, "Yes, very sexy." A burning panic flashed in Sister Yang's eyes. I took her hand and said, "Sister Yang, I want to make love to you!" Sister Yang lowered her head and whispered, "I'm here now." I reached out and pulled her close, caressing her soft body. Sister Yang was like a docile cat, letting me fondle her. I teased her breasts through her clothes. Sister Yang closed her eyes tightly, her breathing quickening. I lifted her chin and kissed her lips. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and offered her lips. I gently licked her lips. Sister Yang's lips parted slightly, and I hooked her tongue out and sucked on it forcefully.

By this time, Sister Yang's body was like a limp rag, yet her arms were tightly wrapped around me. Her kisses were passionate, and I accepted them without hesitation. I was confident I could handle most women when it came to kissing, and soon Sister Yang was conquered by my kissing skills. Her cheeks flushed, her breathing became rapid, her chest heaved, and her body trembled slightly.

While we were kissing, my hands never stopped. They were already inside her bra, kneading her nipples. The side zipper of her skirt was also unzipped, and one hand was kneading her buttocks, while I occasionally stroked her inner thighs.

Sister Yang began to moan softly. I felt the time was right, so I laid her down on the bed. First, I removed her skirt, then gently pulled down her pink cotton panties. I saw a sticky wet patch underneath. With her last defenses removed, the rest was up to me.

At that moment, Sister Yang was tearing at the buttons of her shirt with one hand. I leaned down and said to her, "Sister, take off your bra." Sister Yang's slightly trembling hands unbuttoned her shirt and bra. I held my breath as best I could, letting her finish. When her breasts were fully exposed to me, I was fully erect.

I whispered in her ear, "Sister, I don't want to use a condom!" Sister Yang nodded, "It's okay, it's my safe period. I'll take a pill later." I wanted to use the 69 position, so I turned around and knelt between her legs. Sister Yang seemed a little flustered, but when I persistently brought my penis to her mouth with my hand, she obediently took it in, gently licking and slowly sucking, occasionally touching my penis with her teeth. I comfortably enjoyed her oral sex, admiring her genitals while occasionally thrusting hard deep into her throat.

Yang Jie's genitals weren't as full as Xiao Benben's; her pubic hair was sparse and slightly yellowish, her labia thin and a bit darker, and her vaginal opening appeared longer. The area around her vulva was already wet, exuding a seductive, hormonal scent. Yang Jie's clitoris was quite large, and after my caresses, it was clearly erect, about the size of a soybean, and purplish-red. I couldn't resist licking it with my tongue, and Yang Jie cried out, clamping her legs tightly around me and sucking hard on my penis.

My erection had reached its limit, so I turned around and said to her, "Yang Jie, I'm going to fuck you!" Yang Jie's lust had also reached its peak. She sat up, pulled a pillow under her buttocks, and I lay on top of her. Yang Jie grasped my penis and guided it to her vaginal opening.

Inserting into her vagina was easy, because a woman's vagina is usually loose after childbirth. Fortunately, her vagina didn't make me feel the thinness of my penis, and her intentional contraction of her vagina gave me a feeling of being gripped. Inside her wet vagina, I thrust smoothly, grinding against her. She twisted her body to match my movements, ensuring the quality of each thrust while saving me a lot of energy. I couldn't help but feel grateful for the thoughtfulness that only a mature woman could offer.

After a while, Sister Yang suddenly hugged me and said, "I'm coming, hurry up and give me a couple more thrusts!" I was a little surprised, but I immediately increased the frequency and force of my thrusts, pressing hard against her pubic bone and grinding her clitoris. Sister Yang quickly had an orgasm, a very wild one, her hips violently swinging back and forth, her head shaking from side to side, moaning loudly, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" I quickly pressed her down and covered her mouth with my hand, but she still managed to break free of my hand, panting heavily. I didn't have time to feel if her vagina was still contracting, but she was very wet, and the fluid had soaked into the sheets, leaving a small, wet patch.

I didn't expect her to climax so quickly, but that made me even more excited. I stopped, pulled out my penis, and put it in her mouth. She took it in her mouth and licked it with her tongue with a dazed look in her eyes.

I didn't want to ejaculate in her mouth, so I moved behind her, lay down next to her, and entered her from behind. She hadn't recovered from her orgasm, so I had to do it myself. Her vagina was completely relaxed now, and even more lubricated; my penis slipped out several times, almost slipping into her anus.

I casually thrust into her, one hand caressing her breasts, the other rubbing her clitoris.

She quickly became aroused again, regaining some strength, climbed on top of me, took my penis in, and began to move skillfully. I peacefully closed my eyes, enjoying it all. Her body was slender and well-proportioned, her skin delicate and smooth, even more so than Xiao Benben's, only her breasts were slightly sagging, but still beautifully shaped from below. Her vaginal fluids had already soaked both of our pubic hair, making the movements even smoother.

She writhed for about ten minutes, then rolled over and knelt on the bed with her back to me. I knew she wanted me to penetrate her from behind. Understanding her intent, I thrust in, supporting her small hips, pumping in and out with varying depths. The room was filled with the scent of sex and the wet, slapping sounds.

My urge to ejaculate grew stronger. I pushed her down onto the bed, placed a pillow under her stomach to lift her genitals, and began to thrust with all my might.

Sister Yang skillfully cooperated, wriggling her hips and moaning, "Ah...ah..." while constantly muttering, "Come on, shoot it into me! Shoot it into me!" I pressed against Sister Yang's buttocks, gritted my teeth, and ejaculated all the semen I had accumulated over two months into her vagina. After ejaculating, I collapsed like a snake that had lost its tendons. At that moment, Sister Yang's body trembled. I didn't know if she had another orgasm; I just felt like I was floating on clouds, unable to hear or see anything.

Sister Yang obediently lay beneath me until I, exhausted, rolled off her onto the bed.

Sister Yang got up to shower. I checked my watch; there was still more than half an hour left. So I quietly lay on the bed. After she finished showering, Sister Yang took out a towel from her bag, soaked it in water, and used it to wash my penis. This warmed my heart!

Sister Yang noticed my emotion and smiled slightly, saying, "When you're alone out there, take good care of yourself. It's better to use a condom with strangers; it's cleaner." I was completely moved and couldn't help but feel a little stuffy.

I hope that one day Sister Yang will see this passage and remember me, the little brother who flashed through her life like a shooting star, and remember that warm late spring afternoon we spent together.

(VI) Summer Passion

Summer is when men's sexual desire is at its strongest. When my studies aren't stressful, surfing the internet is my main way of passing the time, but I rarely chat. Sexual urges have been bothering me, but I haven't let my desires run rampant. Firstly, I'm worried about money, but more importantly, I don't want to get too deeply involved and eventually lose myself, losing the peace I need to return to a normal life. Days passed by in a mix of surging passion and boredom.

One summer night in July, my pent-up sexual desire and excessive arousal made me determined to find a way to release it. While my buddies were out, I logged into the XX chat room. After searching, I found a username that seemed familiar. Although I couldn't recall the topics we had discussed, I vaguely remembered that she was a woman in her thirties. Overjoyed, I initiated a conversation.

"Hi, little sister, do you remember me?"

"Who are you?" Obviously, women like her, who frequented chat rooms daily, rarely remembered the occasional person who struck up a conversation. The chat room reeked of semen; many men came with the same predatory intent as me, some immediately sending mass messages like: "Looking for mature women!" Besides attracting one or two prostitutes, they probably wouldn't get anything else. As

I chatted with her, I tried to piece together fragments of memory from her words. Because I hadn't been in chat rooms much lately, I could still vaguely recall some snippets. A blurry figure gradually appeared before my eyes: her name was Hua, a well-off young woman living in a county town 50 kilometers away from my city.

I sensed she was listless today, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, because this was often the key to getting closer to her.

"Hua, what's wrong? You seem so unhappy."

"It's so annoying, nothing's interesting."

"Don't be annoyed, or you'll grow gray hair." I continued to act all caring.

"It's really boring, staying home alone."

Ha! I've found a breakthrough! I used my psychological tactics repeatedly and finally got the information out that tomorrow was her birthday, and her husband had been away on a business trip for three days and couldn't come back yet.

"Happy birthday, Hua!" I immediately offered my blessings.

"Thank you, but I'm still stuck at home alone."

"Go out and meet some friends, even online acquaintances." I started trying to get more information out of her.

"No fun." She still looked dejected.

I checked my watch; it was already 11 o'clock, and suddenly an idea struck me. I asked her, "Hua, are you sleepy?" "No." "Okay, I'll celebrate your 33rd birthday with you!" "Sure!" She replied quickly, and I felt half the battle was won. I was in an exceptionally good mood, so I chatted with her about everything under the sun. My thoughtfulness clearly made her happy, and she became noticeably more talkative.

At exactly 12 o'clock, I sent her a pre-written, incredibly tender and considerate birthday greeting along with a bouquet of roses.

She didn't reply immediately. After a long half-minute, she sent me a phone number.

I immediately tiptoed to the washroom at the end of the dormitory and dialed her number: "Happy birthday, Hua." I heard her sobbing on the other end of the line. I called her name tenderly, and Hua sobbed,

"Thank you..." before slowly regaining her composure. Her voice had the characteristics of a southern woman—soft, charming, and alluring.

I breathed a long sigh of relief, enveloped in the joy of victory. She was clearly melted by my tenderness and the deep, masculine voice, and her speech reverted to the ambiguous tone of a young married woman.

"Do you have plans for tomorrow?" Hua asked.

"No, if it's convenient for you, I'd be happy to celebrate your birthday with you. Whatever you want to do, I'll go with you." "Okay..." Her tone seemed full of anticipation. "I'll call you before 10 a.m. tomorrow." With that, she blew me a kiss over the phone and quickly hung up.

Back in the dorm, my buddies still hadn't returned. Alone, facing the whirring fan, I couldn't help but sweat profusely, my heart pounding in my ears. Excited, I finally fell asleep after a long time.

I woke up at 8 a.m., the mat beneath me was damp, and my penis was erect, swollen and aching. I took a basin to the bathroom and poured two basins of cold water over my head, which calmed me down a bit, and my penis finally subsided. But the upcoming date made me a little restless. I went to the cafeteria and bought breakfast, specifically asking for two eggs to nourish myself before heading out.

Just after 9 a.m., my phone rang. It was Hua.

I casually picked up a book and walked out of the dormitory.

"Yang Zi, it's me. Take a bus to the XX International Hotel and then call me." I couldn't help but stick out my tongue. It seemed she was really in love, actually booking a room in a five-star hotel. I quickly hailed a taxi and rushed to the hotel. Twenty minutes later, I appeared outside the hotel lobby. Looking up at the luxurious hotel with its 40-plus floors, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Suppressing my excitement, I dialed her number.

My room was 3606. As I entered the lobby, a polite waiter in a red coat immediately led me to the elevator. Walking behind him, I felt a little guilty, as if I'd been caught red-handed doing something wrong.

The elevator smoothly arrived at the 36th floor, where Hua was already waiting for me with a smile.

Her appearance was roughly what I had expected. She was slightly fuller than Sister Yang, around 160cm tall, and dressed in a well-made, form-fitting outfit that looked very elegant. She exuded a refined air, clearly the young mistress of a wealthy family.

Hua took my hand and led me into the room.

The rooms in this luxury hotel were truly different; the suites were fully equipped, radiating opulence. A large-screen TV was playing entertainment programs. Everything was a world apart from the roadside guesthouses I had taken my online friends to.

Hua pulled me to sit beside her on the sofa, looking at me tenderly, chatting about everyday things. But I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying, secretly thinking: perhaps this is just her in real life; young women all love to chatter endlessly… Thinking this, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

Hua noticed my expression and smiled, asking, "What are you laughing at?" "I'm laughing at you! You're even more beautiful than I imagined, how could I not be happy!" Hua was clearly pleased by this, her smile as radiant as a flower, looking very innocent.

"Look, this is a picture of my son." Hua suddenly remembered something, turned around, picked up her bag, and took out a photo of her son, about six or seven years old, who looked somewhat like her. I complimented her son on his handsomeness, saying he resembled his mother.

Hua excitedly recounted her son's exploits. Worried that the ambiguous atmosphere would be over, I moved closer, almost shoulder to shoulder with her, pretending to listen attentively, while secretly placing one hand on her thigh, my thumb gently scratching the inside of her thigh.

Hua suddenly stopped talking, her eyes revealing a dreamy yet burning expression. Clearly, my little movement with my right hand had pulled her back to the ambiguous topic.

"You're so beautiful, Hua!" I stared intently at her, deliberately making my gaze seem insatiable.

Hua met my gaze tenderly, her breasts heaving noticeably.

I pulled her into my arms, took the photo from her hand and placed it on the coffee table. I kissed her lips passionately, sucking on her tongue with loud smacking sounds, and then thrust my own tongue into her mouth, swirling it around vigorously. Hua embraced me tightly, returning my kisses passionately, sucking on me. I freed my hands and fumbled behind her back to unhook her bra, reaching inside to caress her breasts.

Hua's breasts were fuller than they appeared from the outside, soft but not sagging. I pulled away from her lips, leaned down, and buried my face between her breasts. Her skin was incredibly smooth and delicate, very well-maintained.

She smelled of an unfamiliar perfume, very alluring. Hua's breasts were slightly sagging, her areolas not very dark, and her nipples small. They had become somewhat hard under my teasing. I took her nipple into my mouth, gently biting and sucking, while one hand stroked her buttocks from behind, and the other hand kneaded her other breast. Hua moaned softly, grabbed my hair, hugged my head tightly, and pressed it against her chest. My mouth busied itself between her breasts, licking her nipples until they were slightly red. Hua's

breathing was heavy, her breasts heaving violently, and she moaned wantonly, completely different from the gentle and demure young mistress from before. She began to fumble for my belt, one hand pulling open my front and grabbing my testicles. I knew it was time to get down to business, so I got up and pushed her down onto the sofa armrest, pulled down her trousers, and spread her legs. Her buttocks were small and soft to the touch. From behind, I could see a wet patch around her vulva, but no pubic hair, but that didn't matter anymore.

I pulled down my pants, grabbed my already hard and thick penis, and rubbed it against her vulva a few times before thrusting it all the way in. Hua cried out. Although she had given birth, her vagina was not loose at all, which surprised me.

"Hua, I'm going to fuck you to death, I'm going to..."

"Ah...come on, fuck me, fuck me..." Hua's voice was already somewhat indistinct. She grabbed her buttocks with both hands and swayed them back.

"I'm going to fuck you...I love your pussy so much, I love your tits so much..." I whispered dirty words in her ear, trying to arouse her deepest lust. This trick was obviously effective. Hua's lust erupted hotly. She supported herself on the sofa with her hands, raised her buttocks high to meet each of my thrusts, and kept muttering, "Okay, okay, fuck me...I want you to fuck me..." Hua's vaginal fluid was plentiful, and the splashing sound went straight to my brain. Her vagina was very lubricated. Several times when the movements were too vigorous, my penis slipped out and almost went into her anus.

Hua writhed, kneading her breasts, her frenzied expression driving me wild. I secretly stopped, letting her do as she pleased. Hua sucked and rubbed my penis with her vagina, completely enjoying the pleasure of sex.

Hua slowly stopped, turned to me and said, "Take me to the bed, I want you to be on top of me..." I pulled out my penis, and Hua stood up and went to the inner room, lying on her back on the bed. I followed her and saw a surgical scar on her lower abdomen. It seemed she had had a C-section; no wonder her vagina wasn't loose at all.

I knelt between her legs, wanting to examine her vulva closely. Hua said anxiously, "No, no, come in quickly, I'm coming!" As I slowly bent down, she grabbed my penis, guiding me to insert it, and then quickly thrust up and down. We quickly became in sync. I thrust deeply, squeezing her pubic hair to rub her clitoris.

"Want more? Want more... um... is it long enough..." I bit her earlobe, teasing her desire with vulgar language.

"Push harder, push harder... oh... I want more... push... push harder..." Hua was completely consumed by the flames of sex, wantonly enjoying the pleasure of making love.

Faced with her completely unleashed wanton nature, I could no longer be distracted. Our sweaty bodies intertwined, our hot lips and tongues licking each other, and our juices splashing between my penis and vagina.

Hua's orgasm came instantly. She cried out loudly, her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing violently, her vagina squeezing my penis tightly, and streams of heat gushing out from around it.

I was a little tired. I pressed my penis against her, letting her fully release. Hua lay limply on the bed, panting heavily, her hazy gaze fixed on my penis, which was beginning to soften.

"Didn't you orgasm?" Hua asked.

"Yeah, how could I bear to ejaculate now? I still want to enjoy you properly!" I gently patted her flushed cheeks and made a face.

Hua smiled and grasped my penis, stroking it up and down, whispering, "So sticky!"

"That's all your own fluid, how dare you say that... What are you trying to do, trying to get rid of me like this?" I feigned displeasure, turning over to face her and bringing my penis to her mouth. Hua opened her mouth and took my penis in, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly, occasionally licking the glans with her tongue, her hands cupping my testicles, gently stroking them.

Hua's oral sex skills were quite impressive, making me envious of her husband.

My penis became erect, and I felt an urge to ejaculate into her mouth. Hua understood and quickened her stroking and sucking, her fingers gently kneading the base of my penis, making muffled "Shoot it in!" sounds. I roared with pleasure, kneading her breasts, my ejaculation gate instantly opening, thick semen gushing out.

Hua sucked my semen greedily. After I ejaculated, she still held my penis in her mouth, gently squeezing it back and forth, as if trying to draw out the last drop. Hua opened her mouth, letting me see the semen inside, then swallowed it in large gulps. The look in her eyes as she swallowed was very provocative.

I lay comfortably sprawled on the bed, and Hua placed my hands on her breasts, caressing them.

Neither of us spoke a word, neither of us calming down from the frenzied sex.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt a bit cold, so I got up and turned up the temperature. I went back to bed, lay down beside her, and admired her naked, mature body. This time I saw her genitals, her thick, slightly curled pubic hair. While not exactly abundant, it suited her perfectly.

We lay there lazily, turned the TV down, and chatted. Hua told me that her husband was the head of a key transportation department in the local county, and they were very wealthy, living a life of luxury, practically throwing money around. However, her husband was often away on business trips, leaving her often alone at home.

Before I knew it, it was past one in the afternoon. I had mostly recovered my strength, but I was a little hungry. Hua got up and went to the bathroom. There was a small wet patch where she had been lying—the fluid from her orgasm.

Seeing this and hearing the rushing water, I couldn't help but feel aroused again. I tiptoed over; the bathroom door was ajar, and I could see Hua covered in shower gel, standing under the showerhead rinsing her hair. I quietly slipped in, opened the glass shower door, and suddenly hugged her from behind.

Hua was startled, but knowing it was me, she tilted her head back and leaned on my shoulder. Warm water cascaded over us, and we embraced and kissed. I held her breasts, and she gripped my penis tightly. The shower water was on full blast, spraying us with a ticklish sensation that quickly fueled our desire. My penis was fully erect, pressing against her buttocks.

I gently pulled her waist back, causing her buttocks to arch slightly, and my penis smoothly entered her vagina. Hua braced herself against the wall, making it easier for me to thrust into her.

Making love under the showerhead felt like making love in the rain, as if we were outdoors with no shelter. The shower water cascading over us aroused us both, and she soon began to moan loudly, her vaginal fluids mingling with the shower water as they flowed down her thighs.

Looking at her sexy little buttocks and tight anus, I secretly decided to try anal sex. So, I discreetly dipped my finger in her vaginal fluid and smeared it around her anus, then smoothly inserted my middle finger. The opening was tight, and the inside was smooth and soft; I could feel my penis moving in and out of her.

She noticed my actions and tried to twist her hips to escape, but I held her waist, preventing her from breaking free, and she stopped struggling.

I gently stirred my finger inside her anus and tried inserting a second finger, slowly stirring, trying to get her used to the feeling of anal penetration. Thinking I'd had enough, I pulled out my penis, still wet with her juices, and pressed it against her anus. She involuntarily tightened her buttocks, muttering, "No...no..." I couldn't stop. While kissing her ear and rubbing her clitoris, I deliberately breathed heavily, saying, "Let me in, good sister...relax...relax, sister..." She slowly relaxed her buttocks, trying to control herself, and I guided my penis little by little into her anus. The opening was really tight. To be honest, my glans wasn't particularly large, and it was still difficult to get through. It was precisely this tightness that strongly tempted me; perhaps this is a common reason why many people enjoy anal sex!

I'd go in a little, pause, and wait for her to exhale and relax, her buttocks moving backward before going in a little more.

Finally, with an exaggerated "Ah!" from her, my glans slid in smoothly. My penis was tightly gripped by her anus, and the incredibly pleasurable feeling made me let out a long breath. Then I slowly moved in and out, my hand never stopping stroking her clitoris.

Hua braced herself against the bathroom wall with one hand and grasped her breast with the other, her buttocks raised high. With each of my movements, she let out a painful yet pleasurable groan. This incredibly lewd stimulation rushed straight to my brain, and my movements almost completely spiraled out of control. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I thrust wildly a dozen times, let out a long howl, and ejaculated all my remaining stock into her anus.

Exhausted and with a sore back, I slumped against her back, feeling completely broken, panting heavily. My limp penis, squeezed out of her anus, hung limply. Hua leaned weakly against the glass wall of the shower, fine water droplets spraying over us. Through the haze, I could see her skin, flushed pink from the hot water, her full, rounded, and beautifully shaped breasts, and her S-shaped waist in the mirror… I can't remember how I got back to bed from the bathroom; I drifted off to sleep. After some time, I vaguely heard her talking to someone. I opened my eyes and saw Hua on the sofa in the living room, on the phone. Judging from her tone, it must have been her husband. I heard her say she was in a sauna at a bathhouse… Hua quickly hung up the phone, came over, and sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing that I was awake, she smiled gently. At that moment, she was wearing a snow-white bathrobe, with a matching snow-white towel wrapped around her head, looking every bit the elegant upper-class woman.

"Are you exhausted?" she asked with concern.

I nodded.

"Lie down for a bit longer, then we'll go get something to eat."

I was really hungry, so I got up and dressed. She turned and went into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, she finished washing up and changing, and we left the room side by side. To be honest, as soon as we stepped outside, I couldn't help but feel a little inferior, because in terms of both appearance and demeanor, I felt somewhat unworthy of her elegance.

We went to the Western restaurant on the first floor. Hua ordered me a steak, spaghetti bolognese, and a fruit salad, while she only ordered a glass of juice and some snacks. Watching me wolf down my food, she smiled the whole time, her concern seeming very genuine, which made me feel secretly ashamed.

After I finished cleaning up, she got up and went to the counter to pay the bill. I looked over her shoulder, and the receipt clearly stated 878 yuan! That was our cost for the past five hours.

As soon as I stepped out of the hotel revolving door, a wave of heat hit me. Her phone rang again. Hua glanced at me, smiled, and walked a few steps away. I didn't follow, but stood in the shade waiting for her, secretly savoring the events of the past five hours—not just the post-coital pleasure, but also a bittersweet feeling I couldn't quite explain.

When she returned to me with a smile, I had already regained my composure and confidently returned her smile.

"I wish you happiness!" I smiled and shook her goodbye.

"Thank you, my little brother! I'll remember this birthday!" she said, getting into a taxi and speeding away.

Back in my dorm, I collapsed into bed and didn't wake up until the next morning. Everything that had happened felt like a dream, both unreal and real. I liked this ambiguous feeling.

However, the next ten days or so were filled with anxiety. I felt that my penis head was always wet, and upon closer inspection, I found many tiny red dots and a small amount of clear discharge. My heart sank, and I secretly groaned. Gonorrhea, AIDS... a series of terrifying words flashed through my mind. I regretted not using a condom. But it was too late. I sighed inwardly, went back to my dorm, grabbed some anti-inflammatory medicine, and said to myself angrily, "Damn it! I'm going to die, what's there to be afraid of!" Two days later, the red bumps and discharge disappeared, my penis regained its vitality, and my fear gradually faded.

Today, I am still alive and healthy, enjoying life and sexual happiness, but the surprises and joys I experienced that summer still appear before my eyes from time to time like a movie...

(VII) Encountering the post-90s generation

By chance, I was sent to W City in H Province, known as an important city in Jiangnan, for a three-month training. I arrived in W City in March, and W City, known as the "furnace city", was already sunny and hot.

The training wasn't demanding, leaving plenty of free time each week. Since my unit only sent me, and I wasn't particularly good at socializing with strangers in my class, I mostly spent my free time wandering around alone, strolling the pedestrian street, or enjoying the breeze by the river. W City is a very down-to-earth city, but that doesn't stop its young people from chasing trends and expressing their individuality, just like in other provincial capitals, especially during the hot season. Almost every day, I would brush past trendy and daring young women, their beauty and allure often making this lonely traveler feel a little envious.

One evening, while wandering outside the pedestrian street, I suddenly ran into a fellow trainee from Guangdong. He was walking towards me with a scantily clad girl, arm in arm. He was three years younger than me, and we'd known each other since we stood together when we registered. Coincidentally, he lived next door to me. Because he was rather short and had darker skin, I called him "Little Guangdong."

The girl looked to be around twenty years old, with heavy makeup, wearing a black tank top that exposed most of her breasts, a black mini-skirt, and black fishnet stockings. I was certain she was a prostitute.

Little Guangdong, seeing me, showed no embarrassment and greeted me warmly, telling me the girl's name was Xiaoyu and asking if I'd like to go to a bar for a drink. Although I wasn't interested in prostitutes, it was better to chat than to wander aimlessly alone, even if Little Guangdong wasn't a suitable companion. Well,

better than nothing.

I followed Little Guangdong through two streets to a small bar. Despite the small entrance, the interior was surprisingly spacious. In the dim lighting, the space appeared to be at least two hundred square meters. To the left of the entrance was a performance area; under flashing red and green lights, a female singer in a sheer dress was passionately humming a love song I'd never heard before, the music seemingly slow and casual.

We found a seat further inside. Little Guangdong snapped his fingers, signaling the waiter to order drinks. Listening to him use unfamiliar terms with the waiter, I secretly glanced at the woman sitting next to me. She looked rather worldly, sitting with her legs crossed, smoking. Just as I looked at her, she turned to look at me, her lips twitching slightly in a faint smile. I smiled and nodded back.

Little Guangdong ordered me a cocktail, and for himself and the woman, a Red Label. We sipped our drinks slowly, chatting idly amidst the noisy background music. Little Guangdong, however, was constantly restless, groping the girl's inner thighs and occasionally pinching her breasts. The girl clung to his arm, remaining silent until, when pushed too far, she'd stammer, "Um...you're so annoying..." Suddenly, I saw a tall, slender girl walk in. She had long, flowing hair, wore a white V-neck top and jeans with numerous pockets, her chest adorned with sequins and large red lipstick prints. A string of colorful beads hung around her neck, strikingly visible in the dim light.

The girl sat down at the table opposite me, immediately drawing my attention. Seeing her young, vibrant face, I became distracted. Little Guangdong seemed to sense my distraction, stood up, and said,

"Brother, enjoy yourself. We're heading back now." He winked at the girl. I smiled and thanked him, then got up to say goodbye.

After seeing Little Guangdong off, I hesitated for a moment, then walked straight to the young woman, bowed slightly, and asked, "May I sit here?" The girl looked up at me, her gaze slightly disdainful, but her eyes seemed as pure as water. My heart skipped a beat. Before she could say anything, I sat down and politely said, "Thank you! Would you like something to drink?" "No, I have water," the girl replied casually, her eyes turning to the stage in the center of the bar, where a singer was humming and singing self-indulgently. I remembered the song was called "Rosemary."

I ordered myself a cocktail, the bar's signature drink, called XX Red Lips. I don't quite remember the first two characters; I always recall it as "Flaming Red Lips," but that's not it. As I ordered, the girl glanced at me, and I noticed a hint of a smile flicker in her eyes.

I started chatting with her, but the young woman ignored me, acting indifferent. She said she was unemployed and often came to the bar to relax. I secretly glanced at her chest; her breasts didn't look particularly full or firm.

I smiled slightly and said, "Looks like I'm in luck. My first time in W city, my first time in a bar, and I've met you. Although that sounds like a compliment, I'm telling the truth, because before this, I never stepped foot in a bar." The young woman took a sip of water, tilted her head, and asked, "You came over to chat me up, are you trying to pick me up?" I was caught off guard by her question and felt a little embarrassed. I smiled and said, "Hehe, sort of." The young woman tossed her head, her soft, flowing hair falling over her shoulders, her expression still somewhat disdainful. I was already distracted and didn't know what to say. There was a two or three-minute silence, a bit awkward, but I couldn't find a suitable topic to break the ice.

"My phone," the young woman said, holding out her hand and staring blankly into my eyes.

Without hesitation, I took out my phone and handed it to her. She dialed a number, listened to it, and then handed the phone back to me, saying, "Thank you." I maintained a smile and politely replied, "You're welcome." But perhaps still feeling awkward after being outmaneuvered, I couldn't think of anything to say.

The young woman stopped looking at me, stood up, and said, "I'm leaving, goodbye." "Huh!" I mumbled, feeling a little disappointed. I got up and followed her to the door, pushed open the bar door, but the girl didn't turn around. I hailed a taxi and opened the door. The girl got in, gave a faint smile, and sped away. Bored, I didn't bother going back to the bar. I hailed a taxi to the food street, ate some skewers, drank a small bottle of Erguotou and two bottles of beer, feeling a little dizzy. I checked my watch and it was already 2 a.m. before finally returning to the hotel.

Stepping outside the room, I suddenly remembered that Little Guangdong had brought a woman back. I went to his door, pressed my ear against it, and listened intently. The hotel room doors were well soundproofed; I couldn't hear anything. I turned and went into my own room. In the bathroom, I faintly heard a woman's moans coming from next door, mixed with Little Guangdong's indistinct Cantonese accent. Don't let his small stature fool you; he's got a real knack for it. They'd been back in their room for almost two hours, and they were still going at it. I wondered: Has this little guy taken Viagra? Feeling

even more bored, I took a hasty shower and lay down on the bed. Suddenly, I remembered that the girl I met at the bar had used my phone. I took it out and saw it was a 150 number. I wildly guessed who she was calling: her boyfriend after a fight? Or a close female friend?

After tossing and turning, I finally couldn't resist the urge to verify. I decided that as long as the person answering the phone wasn't that girl, regardless of gender, I would say I had dialed the wrong number. With that thought, I dialed the number, only to hear:

"The number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later." I sighed, closed my eyes, and started counting sheep. Slowly, the alcohol took effect, and I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was already 10:30. I checked my phone and saw three missed calls from local numbers, made half an hour earlier, but not the one the girl had called last night. For some reason, I suddenly felt a surge of joy, thinking that perhaps this number had some connection to that girl. So I dialed it directly. And as I wished!

The girl who answered was the one from the bar last night. She asked where I was. I said I was lying in a hotel. She said

sullenly that she had forgotten her phone in the taxi when she got out last night, and it had been switched off ever since. She couldn't contact the driver and probably wouldn't find it. I said casually, "It's okay, I'll give you one." She was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Really?" Her tone was full of genuine joy.

I said, "Of course, when have I ever lied to you?" A little girl's "Yay!" and a melodious laugh, tinged with innocence, came from the other end of the phone.

We chatted for a bit and agreed to meet outside my hotel lobby in ten minutes. I quickly washed my face, shaved, and hurried out of my room.

The young woman was already there waiting for me, wearing loose-fitting, gray-green floral low-waisted casual pants and a tight green cropped top that revealed her slender waist and small navel. The off-the-shoulder neckline was quite low, showing half of her shoulder, and she looked rather graceful. We took a taxi straight to the Gome store, where she spent half an hour choosing a Samsung phone for 2400 yuan. I paid by card and then took a taxi back to the bar on the first floor of the hotel.

Sitting in the bar, with its decadent music, watching her excitedly fiddling with her phone, even though I'd been with many women, I couldn't help but feel my heart race. She seemed like a very innocent yet bold girl, and my intuition told me that I was about to get everything I wanted.

When the girl noticed me staring at her, she closed her phone and smiled, saying, "Do you think I'm vulgar?" I smiled and shook my head. The young woman lowered her head, took a sip of juice, and calmly said, "It's nothing. We just have different views. I don't like to hide myself. I like what I like, and I don't care what others think." I leaned

back comfortably in my chair, sipping my coffee and listening quietly. "Do you want to sleep with me?" the young woman whispered, a bright yet slightly mischievous smile on her face.

I felt a little awkward and glanced around. Luckily, there weren't many people around, and the nearest waiter was about ten meters away, probably unable to hear our conversation.

Things were clearly progressing faster than I had imagined, but that was exactly what I wanted. I smiled at her, nodded, and asked, "Would you like anything else to eat?" She shook her head.

I stood up and extended my hand to her. The girl stood up as well, placing her hand in mine. It was a soft, small, and smooth hand. I imagined that little hand holding my penis in my mind. I gently stroked her slender fingers and her nails, painted with pink foundation and white flowers. I led the girl to my room, hung up the "Do Not Disturb" sign, closed the door, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her deeply.

The girl returned my kiss passionately. Her tongue was nimble, and her kissing technique was quite skillful, rarely causing any teeth to bump. I sucked on her tongue and saliva, feeling unbearably hot all over, my lower body stiff and erect.

I slipped my hand inside her shirt and grasped her small breasts, gently kneading them. I kissed her earlobe, nose, eyes, lips, and neck. My right hand pulled her shirt up above her bra and unhooked it.

The girl's warm hand slipped like an eel into my pants, grasping my testicles and penis.

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