The pretty aunt tasted my young chicken, and the young man experienced the taste of sex for the first time.

I was getting closer to home; just past the market was my house. The road was incredibly crowded, with vendors setting up stalls along the roadside, and the streets were filled with housewives carrying baskets and bags.

Then, I saw a woman bending over, picking through corn cobs at a roadside stall. She was quite tall, with a very slender figure, wearing a pale white silk blouse that revealed the black bra straps underneath. Her dark blue skirt clung tightly to her hips, so tight that she couldn't squat down, so she bent over, sticking her buttocks out, making them appear extremely round. A slit in the back of the skirt revealed a glimpse of her thigh, and her waist was incredibly slender.

I couldn't make out her features, but her allure was evident in her waist and hips—graceful as water, supple as a willow. I thought that someone with that silhouette must be very beautiful, so I went closer to the stall, wanting to get a better look at her face. When she turned her face, I was terrified. This woman was none other than my mother's best friend, Aunt Hai Rong.

When I was little, Aunt Hai Rong often told me that the first relative I saw when I opened my eyes was her; she was the one who placed me on my mother's breast from the nursery. Later, Aunt Hai Rong would jokingly say, "Jianbin, be my son, Auntie really likes you."

Aunt Hai Rong didn't have a son, so my mother would always agree, saying, "Okay, okay, be Aunt Hai Rong's son."

I remember once I cried and argued with my mother, "Why is it always me? Can't you give my brother away?"

Aunt Hai Rong would gently pinch my nose, "Auntie just likes you."

Now that I'm older, they talk about me in a completely different tone, "Jianbin, you're not allowed to be nice to other girls. In a few years, you have to marry our Xiao Dan." They say it with such conviction that I'm now afraid to go to their house. Who would want that spoiled, willful, and crazy girl, Wang Dan?

"It's Jianbin! Are you going home?" Aunt Hairong straightened up and asked me with a beaming smile.

I answered, my head spinning, "It's me, Aunt Hairong. I'm on holiday."

"Come on, come on, help me take these things home first." She put one hand on her hip and pointed to a large pile of meat and vegetables on the ground. I bent down and picked up the items one by one, along with the corn cobs she had just bought, and followed her to her house.

Aunt Hairong's husband was a bureau chief, and they lived in a brand-new, rare high-rise building. She walked ahead as we went up the stairs, and I watched her beautiful buttocks sway, and the high slit in the back of her skirt opened and closed with each step, sometimes revealing glimpses of her black underwear. My penis throbbed fiercely in my crotch, and I tried to keep my body bent over, afraid that she might suddenly turn around.

She opened the door and let me into her home. The room was spacious and sunny. She smiled broadly, her eyes crinkling into beautiful crescent moons, and said, "You seem a bit distant, haven't you? It's been a long time since you've visited Auntie."

"I don't stay at home much these days, I don't have time," I replied, sitting down on their soft sofa. Back then, only their family owned such large, genuine leather sofas; leaning against it felt incredibly comfortable.

Aunt Hai Rong had food piled up in the refrigerator. She took out a plate of fruit and a bottle of cola for me, running her hand through her hair, and said, "It's not even May yet, look how hot it is. You eat, I'll change."

I stretched my long legs across the sofa, fully enjoying the delicious food laid out before me.

Aunt Hai Rong's changed clothes were a pleasant surprise. Though they were casual clothes, a collarless, sleeveless blouse revealed arms as delicate as lotus roots emerging from water, and a light, sheer black skirt that shimmered in the sunlight. She sat down beside me and peeled an orange for me, her hair in a bun that seemed about to fall. She raised her arm and fed me a segment, the soft, lustrous hair under her armpits stirring my desire, a surge of heat coursing through me.

The bulge in my crotch didn't escape her notice; her sidelong glance was completely different from the image of Aunt Hai Rong I remembered, a hint of barely perceptible delight on her face.

She stood up and walked away, her plump buttocks swaying in front of me, nestled within her sheer skirt. She brought a towel and wiped the sweat from my brow. "Look at you, so hot," she said, placing her hand on my shoulder, her prominent breasts pressed against mine, her warm breath tickling my ear.

I turned my face away shyly and said, "I can do it myself."

Just as I was about to take the towel, she grabbed my hand as well. Our eyes met instantly. I had never seen such fiery eyes in a woman; they seemed to burn with a raging flame, melting me instantly. Her slightly parted lips trembled, her tongue seemingly already probing beyond them. I froze, my body shifting back, but her lips were already pressed against my cheek. I could feel her warm, moist kisses. Then, a pair of snow-white arms wrapped around my neck, and her warm , fragrant body nestled into my arms.

"Jianbin, don't be nervous, comfort Auntie," she murmured incessantly, her lips searching my face. Once she found it, she kissed me passionately. My stiff lips opened in response to her rapid sucking, and her tongue, like a snake, darted into my mouth, swirling around. I sucked on that soft tongue in return.

Her hand slipped from my shirt collar to my chest, stroking and tickling me until I was unbearably itchy. My penis, imprisoned in my jeans, felt stifled and uncomfortable. Understandingly, she began to loosen my pants until my erect penis was released. Her hand gripped and stroked it, as if she were talking to herself, "Baby, come on, Auntie will make you feel good."

She pulled down her underwear with one hand, then spread her legs and lay back on the sofa. I had always longed for and yearned for a woman's private parts, but to have them so vividly displayed before me, waiting for me, was honestly unprepared. I felt a little flustered, even a little ashamed, yet a surge of blood rushed through me from my lower abdomen to my head.

I knelt between her legs, trying to use the little knowledge I had gleaned from books and hearsay, but I was still struggling to get in. Finally, Aunt Hai Rong used her fingers to pry open her labia and guide my penis inside.

The warm, moist embrace inside, accompanied by a soft, sucking sensation, sent me soaring to heaven. Before I could even move a few more times, a tingling sensation shot straight to my head, and a torrent of pleasure surged forth, causing my penis to swell and feel like it was about to burst. A

wave of dizziness and trembling washed over me, and my semen gushed out like a fountain, gushing forth in waves. Aunt Hai Rong, who was beneath me, also trembled, letting out a soft gasp. She gripped my waist tightly with both hands, raising her buttocks high and pressing them against my lower abdomen. We remained pressed together quietly and closely for what seemed like an eternity. My penis slowly withdrew from her, and as I pulled out, a thick, sticky, milky-white fluid, like melted ice cream, gushed out, spilling all over the sofa. Aunt Hai Rong chuckled and patted my buttocks: "You little rascal, you don't know anything."

Her smile was alluring, her eyes glistening, and her pretty face flushed with a beautiful blush. I couldn't resist leaning in and kissing her cheek like a chicken pecking at a chestnut, my hands roaming freely over her breasts. She even unbuttoned her clothes, leaning against me, saying, "Auntie will give you anything."

Aunt Hai Rong's breasts were plump and snow-white, smooth and soft to the touch. I eagerly kneaded her fleshy mounds, and as if I had hurt her, she frowned slightly. Then I buried my head in her breast and sucked on her nipple. After a few sucks, the nipple immediately hardened, and Aunt Hai Rong's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Aunt Hai Rong, did you enjoy it just now?" I asked, bewildered.

"Yes, Auntie enjoyed it so much." Her face beamed with joy as she hugged me tightly, saying repeatedly, "You're such a good baby."

"Put your pants on quickly, you can't tell anyone," Aunt Hai Rong said sternly. Reluctantly, I put on my pants, my penis hard again. I smugly leaned closer and said, "Aunt Hai Rong, I want you again."

She leaned down and kissed my penis, then smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons, saying, "No, Xiao Dan will be home soon. Auntie will be looking for you." Still unwilling to give up, I embraced Aunt Hai Rong on the sofa, my hands freely exploring her body. The mature woman's alluring curves, combined with her fair, white skin, captivated me. My ruthless, insatiable desire made her laugh, and she squirmed against me, pushing and pulling.

With a sudden knock at the door, Xiao Dan returned home. Despite our precautions, we separated hastily like startled birds. Xiao Dan came into the house, her face flushed and covered in sweat. She greeted me and then gulped down the bottle of Coke I had on the table. She looked just like Aunt Hai Rong; they both had small, long, slanted eyes, a straight nose, and small, full, rosy lips. Aunt Hai Rong said coquettishly, "You silly girl, where have you been?"

"No, just shopping with my classmates," Xiao Dan said. She had grown much taller. I glanced at her; there wasn't much to linger on. Her chest was rather flat and her hips were narrow under her t-shirt and shorts—a world apart from Aunt Hai Rong, except for their similarly fair and radiant skin. She casually asked, "What brings you to our house today?"

"What are you saying? Can't you speak properly?" Aunt Hai Rong scolded playfully. "He was helping me take my things home." Xiao Dan sniffed, then swayed back to her bedroom. I got up to say goodbye, and Aunt Hai Rong saw me to the door. Seeing no one was around, we pressed ourselves together, our lips eagerly kissing.

Back at my home, I was incredibly excited, like a sailor returning from a long voyage, triumphantly laden with the joy of victory after a passionate voyage.

We lived in my grandmother's old house, a single-story building. The courtyard was considered one of the larger houses in the area, but it wasn't spacious, even with several uncles. We only had a small hall in the east wing and a large room, separated by a section of flower-lined alleyway to serve as the kitchen. My mother was cooking for the whole family inside.

Actually, my mother was prettier than Aunt Hai Rong, but she didn't have that radiant glow. Everyone said my face resembled my mother's—big eyes, a high nose—while my build was like my father's. My dad is from the North. He swept through this small southern town like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and then he couldn't move his feet any further. This place is fertile, populous, and rich in resources. Its prosperity made this son of a northern farmer go crazy. Suddenly, his ideal of liberating all mankind flew to the winds, and he stubbornly transferred to a local job.

I collapsed in the partitioned room in the living room. This place has been mine since my brother went to university. I was a little tired and just wanted to sleep. My mind was filled with Aunt Hai Rong's snow-white skin and soft, warm body.

My penis was uncomfortable in my tight pants, so I unzipped it and released it from my underwear. I even thought about finding an excuse to have lunch at her house, but annoying Xiao Dan made me give up the idea.

She wasn't like this before. She always followed my brother and me like a shadow. Even when we went to the public toilet, she would suck her thumb and wait obediently at the door. Xiao Dan has a habit of sucking her thumb. I hadn't paid attention to whether she'd changed it now. When she was little, I especially loved pinching her chubby cheeks, so much so that for a while she would always hide behind adults whenever she saw me.

Every weekend, my brother would lead a few of us, sometimes with his older classmates, to run wild in the suburbs and by the sea, climbing trees to destroy bird nests and catching fish and shrimp.

Back then, my penis would always get hard for no reason. Once, after playing on the mountain, I caught Xiao Dan running down the mountain with great momentum. When she jumped into my arms, I was caught off guard and stumbled backward, falling to the ground. Her body was on top of mine. I deliberately held her tightly, holding her buttocks with both hands for a long time, and rubbing my lower body against her until a pleasurable gush of fluid shot out.

I didn't know where my penis was pressed against her, and she seemed completely unaware. Seeing me panting heavily, she assumed I had broken my body and cried out for her departing companion. Only when I could stand up did she smile through her tears. I held her small hand, and just the sight of her delicate, soft palm made my breath quicken and my heart pound. My penis, which had just ejaculated, became erect again with great joy.

That evening, Aunt Hai Rong came over to our house for dinner. A rich aroma wafted to the table. Aunt Hai Rong sat between my dad and me, putting her hands on our shoulders and saying, "Still not enough to drink?"

My dad, who was quite drunk, waved his hand and said in broken Chinese, "You come too." I noticed that the hand on my shoulder was clenching tightly, but her face was flushed as she buried her head and finished the rice in her bowl.

"Look at you, all pale and rosy-cheeked, why are you dressed up so nicely?" my mom teased her.

Aunt Hai Rong was deliberately made up; her lips were bright red and luscious. She glanced at me sideways and said, "I haven't been here for many days. I just happened to buy Jianbin some clothes."

"Aunt Hai Rong, do you have any for me?" my sister asked eagerly.

Aunt Hai Rong was also taken aback, then smiled and said, "I forgot about Lishan. I'll buy you some next time. Consider those fruits as compensation."

"Jianbin, thank Aunt Hai Rong quickly," my mother said. I put down my bowl, my face even redder, and left the table. My mother was still nagging, "Look at you, the older you get, the less polite you become."

I fled into my room, staring intently at her through the crack in the door. Her high-bun hairstyle made her appear even more elegant and glamorous. A long black dress clung tightly to her curvaceous figure. She sat down on the stool I had just left. My heart pounded wildly as I watched her back. The zipper pendant on her dress swayed precariously; what would it be like if it came undone? Her slender waist, swaying slightly, connected to her buttocks with a light and soft touch, creating a myriad of alluring sights with every twist.

A bitter thirst welled up in my mouth, and I swallowed with difficulty. Just then, I heard her call out loudly from outside,

"Come on, Jianbin, quickly change into your new clothes and let Auntie see them." Then she floated up to me, placing one hand on my bare chest and the other reaching into my underwear, feigning panic. Just as my hands were about to touch her waist, my sister Lishan followed in. My sister always does things that are inappropriate and annoying. There

wasn't just one outfit; there was also a pair of sneakers I'd always dreamed of. Hongwei had a pair like that, and I'd lent them to him a few times. He always followed me around with concern, afraid I'd wear them on the court. Lishan sat on the bed, watching me change clothes with longing, muttering unhappily, "Aunt Hai Rong just likes boys."

Aunt Hai Rong laughed heartily, cupping Lishan's cheeks in her hands and saying, "Auntie just likes boys, Auntie just likes your brother."

After showering, I told my mom I wanted to go out. As I said this, Aunt Hai Rong and my mom were whispering something in the kitchen. Our eyes met, and it was as if we understood each other perfectly, everything unspoken. I waited at a ruin at the end of the alley, her usual route home. It gradually got dark, and a bright moon hung in the sky like a silver plate. After a while, I saw her boat-like motorcycle approaching. I stood in the middle of the alley, and she stopped, supporting herself on one leg, and said to me, "Get on."

I climbed onto the back rack, and she turned around and said, "Hold on tight." With that, the motorcycle sped off.

I wrapped my arms tightly around her soft waist, pressed my face against her back, and nibbled on the zipper tassel on her skirt. The car jolted, and I pulled the zipper off, revealing a gleaming glint of her snow-white back. She swayed and shouted, "Don't be naughty."

There weren't many cars on the road, and only a few people like Aunt Hai Rong owned motorcycles. She drove very fast, quickly leaving the city and reaching the outskirts. She chose a bamboo grove by the roadside. Aunt Hai Rong was clearly prepared; she took a plastic raincoat from her motorcycle and swayed it on the uneven ridges of the fields.

I took her arm, and we finally entered the depths of the bamboo grove. It was truly a perfect place for a romantic date. Clumps of bamboo were sparse but not dense, and a small stream flowed through them. Aunt Hai Rong bent down and spread her arms to pull back the raincoat, which slowly drifted down like magnified leaves.

I, already impatient, hugged her tightly from behind and we pounced on the raincoat together. Like a true man, I pressed my body against hers, my lips quickly and passionately kissing her. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she whispered, "You're really driving Auntie crazy." She sucked on my lips relentlessly, making one cheek sink in.

My hand finally unzipped the back of her bra, aimlessly groping through the straps. The more anxious I became, the less I could undo the clasp. She helped me by turning her hand behind her back. I pulled the zipper down to her waist and, just as I was about to brazenly pull off her clothes, she shook her head and waved her ears to stop me.

Other couples kept passing by, so I could only reach behind her and cover her breasts with my hand. This awkward position prevented me from doing whatever I wanted, so she turned to the side, allowing my hand to freely penetrate and caress her breasts. Her full, round breasts were irresistible to me, much like steaming hot bread. I gently pinched her erect nipples with two fingers, and she trembled as she leaned against me.

Aunt Hai Rong's firm breasts made my hands tremble with excitement. I sat up straight and placed her head on my lap. Her hand lingered on my belt, pulling out my already swollen penis and rubbing it against her cheek, murmuring, "You little devil, how can you have such a captivating thing?" As she spoke, she opened her mouth and took it in.

I felt a warm sensation in my lower body, an unprecedented pleasure that made me ejaculate uncontrollably. She sucked even more vigorously. Her thighs opened and closed like scissors in her loose skirt. I reached in and ran my hand up her calves. The muscles of her thighs were smooth and soft, and I immediately touched her hairy private parts. Aunt Hai Rong wasn't wearing any underwear; she had been driving me around half the city naked. My blood rushed to my head, and my body curled up restlessly.

She sprang to her feet with the agility of a cat, placing her hands on my shoulders and crouching between my legs. I gripped my erect penis, sighed deeply, and waited.

The moment her lower body touched my penis, her buttocks moved nimbly, searching for the right spot, before she shoved it in completely. A series of joyful bounces followed, her vigorous rises and falls causing her breasts to bounce wildly. I held her plump buttocks firmly, letting her writhe. The blood surging within me seemed to rush to my lower abdomen, throbbing with a burning desire to burst forth and release its pent-up emotions.

Another scalding shower followed, and my penis grew even longer after being soaked in her. She gasped and buried her head on my shoulder, motionless. My penis felt a tingling sensation, and my mind went blank for a moment. Her insides were convulsing tightly, and as she sucked and swallowed my penis, an overwhelming surge of passion erupted, as if lifting her entire body. My gushing semen poured out like a tidal wave.

(II)

I clearly remember my first nocturnal emission when I was fifteen and in the second year of junior high school. It was an early summer morning, and as with every morning before, the sun was shining on the eaves. I was on the stone floor in the courtyard with a novel in my arms. The rough stone surface was shiny and slippery from the sweat. I first lay on my back reading, and after a while, I got tired and turned over and lay down, resting my chin on my hands and reading the novel.

Just then, my aunt came out of her bedroom carrying a chamber pot. As she passed me, I was inexplicably drawn to her back, clad only in loose floral shorts. Her buttocks swayed merrily, her snow-white thighs gleaming. My penis, pressed against my lower body, swelled and throbbed, and a surge of intense, overwhelming pleasure coursed through me. A gush of semen, sweeter and more satisfying than urination, flowed out, invigorating me. I felt a surge of energy, and then my body felt much lighter.

When no one was around, I glanced down and saw my underwear was a mess, a puddle of it even staining the hard stone slab. I rushed back into the house as if fleeing, changed my underwear, and hesitated, unsure what to do with the soiled pair. I simply tucked it under my pillow.

From that moment on, I began my own secret little scheme, which became the most secret, exciting, and stimulating part of my life. I longed for novels and movies with romantic themes, always lingering in front of advertisements featuring beautiful actresses, and even getting an erection from slightly erotic conversations.

I eagerly awaited the night, so that while couples engaged in their pleasurable labors, I could indulge in self-indulgence in bed. Back then, I still shared a bed with my brother Jianmin, but the spacious bed didn't stop me from fantasizing about the women I knew while holding my penis—including slightly attractive female classmates, beautiful female teachers, my family and friends, and even my mother and sister.

Aunt Hai Rong was the woman I masturbated to the most frequently and most often. She was beautiful and sexy, with a cheerful and kind personality. She was the woman I was closest to the most; even when I grew up and was about her height, she would still affectionately hug me and sometimes gently stroke my hair.

Every morning, I would arrive at school groggily. Seeing the other students' energetic bodies and youthful exuberance, I always felt ashamed and resolved to change this bad habit. But whenever I lay down in the dark, my mind would be filled with images of voluptuous breasts, buttocks, wasp waists, and long legs, making me restless and agitated. My efforts always ended in vain.

Later, it even escalated to the point of being brazen and blatant. I once ejaculated in my pants during class, simply because her pants were too tight that day, revealing her buttocks.

When playing with Xiaodan, I would intentionally press my penis against her buttocks, then hug her tightly for a moment of pleasure. When carrying my younger sister Lishan on my back, I would deliberately place my hand in her buttocks. My excessive sleepiness, my haggard complexion, and dark circles under my eyes did not escape my mother's notice. She didn't say anything to me, but simply placed several books on physiology and hygiene by my bedside.

I've always had the habit of waking up early, both before and after entering the sports school. I faced the familiar, hazy dawn in the east and let out a long, drawn-out yawn. A sharp, hurried whistle followed. Our coach, Xiao Wang—he's unmarried, that's what everyone in the sports school calls him—blew his whistle with all his might from the ground floor all the way to the fifth floor, banging on the windows. I saw him standing by the girls' dormitory window, cheeks puffed out, whistling, pounding on the glass, craning his neck and standing on tiptoe, searching for a crack.

When the first girl opened the door, he shouted and pushed it open, immediately followed by a panicked scream from inside. This piercing scream forced him out again. I wondered who had screamed, and imagined the girls getting dressed when he burst in.

This morning class is always dull and monotonous. We start with warm-up exercises, with the boys' and girls' teams taking turns each day. Today, Chunxiang is leading the exercises. I was wearing the brand-new, stylish sneakers that Aunt Hai Rong bought me, and before I even got to the court, Coach Xiao Wang scolded me, "Are you just showing off or do

you have money to burn? Go back and change!" I had no choice but to obediently change my shoes and rejoin the team. Chunxiang stood on the opposite side of the line, calling out commands and swinging her arms and legs. I always stared at her with irresistible passion. Her sleeveless sports top and tight shorts accentuated her curves, even making the bulge at the top of her thighs clearly visible.

I don't know if I've won her favor, but I felt a pang of jealousy when she glanced at other men. Sometimes her eyes would drift towards me, and I wouldn't dare meet her gaze directly. Because I had so many thoughts about her, focused on certain sensitive parts of her body, I didn't want her to pay too much attention to me. Her commands were as melodious as the tinkling of bells on a horse's neck.

Under her direction, we jogged two laps around the sports field before leaving the school gate. Running ten kilometers on the road, except for competitions where it was the same every day, regardless of the weather, and with Coach Wang sometimes following along on his bicycle to urge me on, I felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, and my legs went weak as soon as I got on the road. Gradually, I fell behind the women's team.

Hongwei jogged slowly, waiting for me, and shouted as he ran, "Are you really sick?"

To this best friend, I could only weakly smile. Hongwei was chubby, with a large face full of smiling flesh, narrow eyes, thin lips, and a pair of fan-like, protruding ears, making his face appear kind and approachable.

Seeing that Coach Wang hadn't followed, I sat down on an oak stump by the roadside. Hongwei sat down next to me, slapping his thighs, panting, and asked, "Hey, what's wrong? If you're not feeling well, just say so."

"No, I just feel weak." He was a cheerful person; everyone liked him, and no one could imagine him having any troubles.

But I didn't dare tell him the truth. I knew I had gone too far that night in the bamboo forest, ejaculating several times into Aunt Hai Rong's lovely, plump hole. When she left, she said her body was weak and her legs were trembling. As she said this, she buried her head on my shoulder, looking just like a pure young girl.

Just as I was lost in daydreams about Aunt Hai Rong, she came to see me at the sports school. After dinner, the sports school was at its liveliest. Groups of boys and girls from various sports teams strolled around the streets. The shorter gymnasts were embracing on the basketball court, and a group of boys on the soccer field were fiercely competing.

Hongwei and I were sitting at the school gate when Aunt Hairong's motorcycle pulled up. She was so beautiful; her low-cut, bright red shirt revealed a glimpse of her ample bosom, showing a deep cleavage, and her white trousers made her thighs look as long and slender as a crane's.

I vaguely heard Hongwei swallow hard. I excitedly went to greet her. She didn't get off the motorcycle; her straight legs supported her as she looked at me with eyes full of spring-like tenderness. She brushed a leaf from my hair and asked, "Did you miss Auntie?"

I nodded vigorously, and she smiled contentedly, her voice becoming excited: "I've come here every day for the past few days, but I haven't seen you, and I haven't gone inside to look for you."

I was so excited; my heart was bubbling like a spring, and my body was clenched tightly. She pulled twenty yuan from her bag and handed it to me: "I don't know if I'll run into you again, you can buy your own things."

I took it, my face flushed. She added, "Just come to my house on Saturday, I'll cook something delicious for you." I nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at a chicken. She giggled and said, "Don't be so nervous, you're a grown man." Then she drove off in a flash.

Twenty yuan was enough for half a month's salary for her. That night, Hongwei and I had a big meal at a restaurant on the street and bought a good pack of cigarettes. So much so that when we got back to the sports school, we had to climb over the wall. The next day, Coach Wang scolded us and made us clean the toilets for two days.

I eagerly awaited Saturday, and those days I felt more energetic. On Saturday, I even left the group far behind in the run. As soon as my morning exercise ended, I declined Hongwei and the others' invitation and excitedly went straight to Aunt Hairong's house.

Aunt Hai Rong seemed a little flustered when she opened the door. She avoided my lunging body and said softly, "Why are you here so early? Xiao Dan hasn't left yet."

I didn't dare to make any rash moves and followed Aunt Hai Rong inside. She was wearing a thin, transparent white nightgown, through which I could see her bright red underwear. I walked to Xiao Dan's room. It seemed she had just gotten out of bed; her long hair was disheveled, and her shoulders were exposed outside her nightgown. I saw two loose fabric straps on her shoulders, which she didn't try to cover up, revealing her budding breasts.

"I'm going to Grandma's house, so I don't have time to tidy up your storage room," she said. I nodded haphazardly. It seemed Aunt Hai Rong had made arrangements with ulterior motives.

She rushed to the bathroom, and I went into her room. The blankets were haphazardly rolled up, still retaining the warm scent of a young girl, which was enough to arouse me. Under her pillow, I pulled out a handwritten notebook with a corner sticking out. It was a very popular book depicting the desires of young girls. I had also copied it all night with Hongwei. I never expected that girls would like it so much. I wonder what they would think after reading it.

As soon as Xiao Dan left, before she even reached the bottom of the stairs, Aunt Hai Rong and I were already embracing, our mouths churning with kisses, our hands groping each other's bodies. Aunt Hai Rong's lips parted slightly, saying, "Don't rush, little darling, this day is all yours," before I immediately silenced her. She said "don't rush," but her hands had already pulled down my trousers, and my hands slipped under her skirt, grabbing her underwear. She gently struggled, saying, "Don't rush, Auntie will teach you how to play."

She told me to stand still, and removed my shirt. Her fingers trembled with excitement as she fiddled with the buttons. She stripped me naked; my penis was erect right on her navel. She took a black cloth and blindfolded me. I felt her lead me into the bedroom, making me raise my hands, and something was placed around my wrists. Then, she spread my legs.

I had no idea what she wanted to do; I felt a disorienting emptiness. A gentle breeze swept by, and my blood seemed to rush to my lower abdomen, my penis throbbing.

Her wet lips and tongue crawled across my cheeks, my vision blurred, and I wondered where that soft, wet tongue would lick next. An unbearable anxiety made me hot, and when she touched my skin, it sent shivers down my spine. Her

tongue, like a snake's forked tongue, licked my chest and sucked on my nipples. She added her hands, stroking my cheeks, neck, and chest. I could feel her heavy breathing, sometimes punctuated by a long moan. Her hands, like snakes, coiled over my skin, igniting a bluish flame wherever they touched. My lower abdomen felt uncomfortably full, and I felt like I was about to urinate, but my erect penis prevented me from doing so, so I began to twist my waist.

Her hand pressed against my lower abdomen, my bulging abs seemed to excite it greatly. I could feel her wet, trembling hand pressing incessantly, and my glans felt a warm, tight grip. That gentle constriction brought a wave of pleasure. A tongue brushed around my glans, licking the urethral opening. My penis trembled, and I knew I was about to ejaculate, but her fingers pressed tightly against the base of my penis, and with that pressure, the semen seemed to be locked in.

She then made me turn around, her hand stroking down my spine, finally stopping at my buttocks, where she frantically twisted, kneaded, and squeezed them, even rubbing them against my cheek. One hand circled my buttocks, teasing my scrotum. I couldn't see her passionate expression, but I knew my strong body excited her.

Finally, she removed the blindfold from my eyes. The bright sunlight outside the window was dazzling, and I was momentarily disoriented. My eyes glazed over, and before me lay a fair, smooth, naked body. Her breasts were small but firm, and her two purplish-red nipples, like tempting grapes, looked incredibly alluring. Below her slightly protruding belly, her pubic hair was curly and densely covering her high, plump vulva.

I had never faced a woman's naked body so closely before. This alluring and sensual sight left me momentarily speechless, stunned and unsure of what to do.

She laughed wantonly, then lay back on the bed, her eyes radiating a captivating gaze. I pounced on her like a hungry tiger, my erect and powerful penis pressing down on her like a mountain. Her slippery, plump vagina was easily penetrated. She had been waiting for a long time; her smooth, jade-like arms wrapped around my neck, her spread legs hooked around my buttocks, her plump buttocks swaying to welcome my thrusts.

I watched as my bulging penis slid in and out between her thick labia, and with a pull, I flipped her labia open, drawing out a sticky, thick white fluid. With a sinking of my buttocks, my entire penis sank in, her labia bulging. Looking at her face, flushed crimson, her beautiful eyes narrowed and tightly closed, her red lips slightly parted, uttering incoherent moans, I was already utterly captivated, involuntarily ejaculating my semen.

The surge of hot, thick fluid made her cry out. Her body tensed and stiffened, her limbs clinging to me like octopus tentacles. I was still panting heavily as I released, the exhilarating release making me dizzy, my mind momentarily blank.

Holding her tightly, time seemed to stand still. I don't know how long it was before I finally got up, drenched in sweat. She patted my bottom and murmured, "Don't rush, don't rush," taking a handkerchief-like object from beside the pillow and placing it between her legs. Then, she leaned against the pillow, giving me a charming smile:

"Go take a shower, look at you covered in sweat."

When I came out of the bathroom drying my hair, Aunt Hai Rong was already dressed and in the living room. I was about to put on my clothes when she hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Don't put them on, Auntie likes you naked." We sat side by side on the sofa, eating the oranges she had peeled for me. She said, "You're not going back, anyway, your Uncle Wang is away on a business trip, so you can stay with Auntie."

Aunt Hai Rong prepared a sumptuous and delicious lunch, and even opened a bottle of red wine. I felt like a grown man accepting her warm hospitality. This alluring and crazy woman, while drinking her wine, sat on my lap, hooked her arms around my neck, and sipped the wine into my mouth. I sucked on the cold red wine and her hot red lips, the alcohol churning in my stomach, burning my face.

My hands kneaded her breasts; they were indeed a pair of lovely little rabbits, incredibly elastic and soft as cotton, nestled in my palms, allowing me to grind, squeeze, and play with them. Her face was radiant with spring-like passion, her excited cries and soft moans fueling our desire.

My penis suddenly hardened again, pressing against her lower back. A hint of joy flashed across her face, and she immediately bent over, lifting her buttocks to pull down her panties. Her round, white, smooth, and flawless buttocks swayed before me. Involuntarily, I cupped my hands, caressing her plump, soft, tight, and tender vulva, my fingers also teasing the crevice. Before long, a trickle of lustful juices oozed from there.

She pulled my penis out of my pants, crossed her legs, and straddled me. I parted her labia, and she swayed her hips as she lowered herself, taking my penis in completely. With a thrust of my erect penis, she arched her head back and let out a long gasp, then began to sway her hips, her buttocks bobbing like a fan in the wind. She guided my fingers to the folds of her labia at the top of her vulva. My index finger touched the small, protruding nipple there, hard and bony yet soft and delicate, with a sharp edge. She trembled as if electrocuted, her body jerking wildly.

Having just ejaculated, my penis didn't seem particularly hard, but its fullness and erection were enough for her to do as she pleased. She rolled off me, lay down on another chair, and swayed her buttocks towards me, her labia and pubic hair glistening with dew, her vulva open and inviting.

I understood perfectly and thrust into her from behind, unleashing a series of powerful pounding blows. My penis moved like a bird pecking at its prey, or a snake flicking its tongue. Now I had more control over my movements, a more fluid and rhythmic rhythm. This position allowed me to clearly see her labia, squeezed and stretched by my penis until they were about to burst. My lust surged, and I thrust wildly, pounding and pounding, my abdomen slapping against her buttocks with a squelching sound. She was truly captivated by my powerful thrusts, howling and screaming like a raging fire, uttering vulgar slang, repeatedly yelling that she couldn't take it anymore and wanted me to ejaculate quickly.

After I ejaculated my semen with repeated bursts of pleasure, I carried her, limp as a noodle, to the bed. She clung to me, refusing to let go. We lay together, our necks intertwined, arms entwined. A heavy drowsiness made us unable to move, and soon I fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept. When I woke up, she was no longer in bed. I was naked except for a corner of a towel covering me. I lifted it, and my penis was hard again, standing erect without the restraint of underwear. Aunt Hai Rong was in the kitchen washing the dishes that hadn't been cleaned up after lunch. I went over and hugged her from behind, which startled her.

My penis was right in her butt crack, and she wiggled her hips against it, giggling, "You naughty boy, taking advantage of Auntie again."

"Who told me Auntie to be so charming?" I said, lifting her skirt.

She feigned surprise and said, "Right here?"

I didn't answer her, but simply pulled down her panties, letting them slide down to her ankles. She bent over slightly, revealing a slit between her bright red and white labia. I teased the purplish-red glans, then thrust my hips forward, my bulging penis plunging in to the hilt. I then held her waist and began to thrust freely.

My hand slipped between her abdomen, pressing down on the clitoris that was just beginning to emerge. Her body went limp and was about to collapse, so I had her change positions. She faced me and climbed high onto the steel pipe of the kitchen cabinet. I lifted her buttocks and began to thrust, her whole body seemingly suspended in mid-air, allowing me to manipulate her body back and forth and side to side.

I knew her strength wouldn't last long, so I spread my body and thrust wildly for a while before letting her slide onto me. She clung to my neck like a monkey hugging a tree, but our lower bodies didn't separate. I then placed her on the coffee table in the living room, where I could have more unrestrained and wanton sex.

Her vaginal fluids were dwindling, and my penis was finding it harder to move in and out. Only this friction made us press closer and tighter, making her eyes roll back and her pupils widen in pleasure. Her delicate face went from flushed to bluish-purple, then to pale and wrinkled. Her voice went from soft moans to loud cries, and finally to a low sob and a wail. I started to panic and slowed down my movements.

But she wouldn't give up, opening her narrowed eyes and urgently exclaiming, "I'm at the crucial moment, why are you so slow?"

As soon as she said this, a thick stream of fluid gushed from her plump vagina, flowing continuously and scalding my glans. I felt a tingling, pleasurable sensation, and with a sudden burst of thrusting, I ejaculated wildly amidst her cheers.

Her body jerked violently on the coffee table before collapsing to the ground, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. I closed my eyes tightly, savoring the intense, frenzied ejaculation, my penis throbbing and pulsating in her tight embrace, drop by drop until the very end.

[The End]

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