A short memoir from more than ten years ago

It's been a long time since I've written anything here. Most of the time I just browse around and don't reply often, so my progress has been slow.

To be honest, most of the time I feel it's not good to write down what's on my mind. I'm afraid of being recognized, afraid of affecting others.

But after reading so much, I can't help myself, I still want to write something, even though my writing skills aren't very good...

This time I want to write about my time in college. Those who have read my previous posts may know that, like most college students back then, I had a girlfriend, rented an apartment, and did most of the things college students do after renting an apartment. Actually, I was already living a very serious life.

Speaking of which, although my girlfriend wasn't a local, her grandparents, aunts, and uncles all lived in this city, so she was required to go home on weekends. One weekend, she took me to her grandmother's house. I didn't really want to go. The reason was, after all, I was a student, and dating was still a bit secretive. I was afraid my family would lecture me for not studying hard at school, messing around with a girlfriend, and how I would work in the future. So meeting the parents was out of the question, but she said that no one was home on the weekend; her grandparents had been picked up by her aunt and were staying with them, and her cousin would be there too, so it was fine. She also said that her cousin knew she had a boyfriend and wanted to meet him. I said okay, and went.

I got home around evening, and her cousin brought her boyfriend too. I felt a little embarrassed. After some polite greetings and chatting, we got ready for bed. Speaking of her cousin, she's about two years younger than me, but looks older, though she's younger and quite mischievous. Since we weren't very familiar with each other, we all went to sleep. Their house isn't big, just one bedroom and one living room, but they kept it quite clean. The two of us slept in the bedroom, and the two of them slept in the living room bed. The bedroom door didn't close properly because it's an old house and the elderly couple lives there, so they hadn't bothered to clean it. But I still felt it wasn't a big deal, probably because I'm a student, and I felt embarrassed, since I had to pass through the bedroom door to go to the bathroom at night. Lying down doesn't always lead to sleep, so we chatted to gradually drift off, which wasn't a big deal. But after the lights were off for a while, while we were chatting, we heard rustling sounds outside, followed by some panting. You know what that means. I asked my girlfriend, "Your sister's really brave. We're still in the other room, and she's already started?" She said, "That's just how she is. She's not that old, but she's already had several boyfriends." I was speechless. Then, you know, with such clear panting, how could I possibly sleep? In no time, I was incredibly aroused, and my hands and feet started to wander. I touched her breasts; they were quite large, C-cup, and felt great in my hand. Her nipples were large, and they became even larger and harder with the slightest movement. So, I used both my hands and mouth, and she started panting. At that point, I could hear panting in the living room and groaning in the bedroom. It felt amazing. With a little stimulation, my girlfriend started masturbating. I was young then, in my early twenties, and my penis would get hard with the slightest movement. I was easily aroused and couldn't control the rhythm. After a couple of strokes, I wanted to go in, so I thrust in and out. Listening to her moans outside, I figured she was quite aroused too, and she was soaking wet down there, making penetration very easy. The feeling of being enveloped by that warm, moist little hole was wonderful. And the wet, slippery feeling was incredibly pleasurable. So, we started our assault in the two rooms like a competition. My girlfriend is usually quite lively, but not the talkative type; she's relatively quiet. But at this moment, she was completely different. From soft panting to moans, and from moans to howls, I was terrified. There were people outside, and although we both knew what we were doing, it was still too embarrassing to be so blatant about it. Besides, the neighbors all know that two elderly people live in this house. Who knows what they'll think of the noise we make at night? In my haste, I had to continue thrusting while simultaneously covering her mouth with mine. Our tongues intertwined, unable to relax, afraid she'd cry out again. But I could feel she was experiencing such intense pleasure that her mouth, which I had blocked, seemed to be struggling to breathe. She was breathing rapidly through her mouth and nose. At this point, I slowed down slightly, waiting for her breathing to even out. Then the house became a little quieter. Now we could clearly hear the sounds from the living room outside. Her cousin seemed to be in a daze, constantly moaning and whimpering. It sounded like she was in pain, but we both knew it was the involuntary sound of intense pleasure and stimulation. We could hear the different sounds she made with each thrust and withdrawal, accompanied by the slapping sounds of their bodies colliding. The sounds were like heavenly music, stimulating the ears and minds of everyone present. To be honest, I really had the urge to run out and see what was going on, but that was impossible. I figured it was more important to get back to work, so I got back to work. My girlfriend asked if the sounds outside were exciting, and I said they were. She said she was too. I think anyone who could hear it would be incredibly aroused, especially since the door couldn't be closed properly, making it all too clear. Honestly, if it weren't for the darkness inside and the wall, it would have been practically the same room. But it was precisely this situation that made my blood rush so fast, so after only a few thrusts, I ejaculated like a flood. Of course, I could only ejaculate on her stomach, then quickly wiped myself clean with tissues and felt completely exhausted. And at the very last moment of my climax, the guy in the living room, probably encouraged and stimulated by us, ejaculated amidst the creaking of the bed, the slapping of bodies, and the girl's painful moans. He was quite stoic; I didn't hear him make a sound the whole time.

Both of them reached a final calm, then let out a long, listless sigh and drifted off to sleep, satisfied and weary. I thought the night was finally over, and I could get a good night's rest. My girlfriend always falls into a deep sleep afterward, and indeed, such a vigorous activity is quite tiring, so she sleeps exceptionally soundly. But I'm different. The scene of the passionate encounter outside is still lingering in my mind; even though I'm asleep, it feels like my brain is still racing. I hadn't been asleep long when I heard some soft, panting breathing. I immediately opened my eyes. Oh no… they've really started again outside. I tried to move as carefully as possible, careful not to make too much noise on the bed or wake her. Then, hearing my cousin's increasingly heavy breathing, even listening from my side wasn't enough. So, I slowly got up, barefoot, and walked to the door, quietly peeking into the living room…

Young people are indeed bolder. There was a small window in the living room, but the curtains weren't fully drawn. To say I could see by moonlight was a bit of a stretch; how many cities in China have a truly bright moon every night? However, the city's neon lights, which never go out, were bright enough for me to see some of the living room's contents. Because it was so hot, my cousin kicked off the blanket, revealing her fair skin. Her eyes were closed, and she was fully enjoying herself. Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, round and firm, with large nipples—it seemed to be a family trait, just like her cousin's. Her legs were spread apart, and her boyfriend was between them, enjoying the sensation with his mouth. My cousin's pubic hair was sparse, probably because she was young and hadn't yet developed into a thicket. She looked a little plump overall, definitely a bit heavier than my girlfriend, but only a little bit. I think it felt just right to the touch. As her boyfriend licked her, her hands slowly kneaded her breasts. I really wanted to help her. After licking for a while, she couldn't take it anymore, so she reached out and pulled him up, whispering, "Hurry up and put it in, I can't take it, I want it." Her boyfriend climbed on top, stroked his penis a couple of times, and I looked at it; it was neither too big nor too small, normal size, but his erection was stronger than mine. He placed her hand on his penis, and she understood, grabbing it and stroking it, occasionally sucking on it with her mouth—it made me drool. After about two or three minutes, her boyfriend gestured for her to lie down, so she turned over and got up. We went straight for rear entry, my favorite position—very easy, unlike missionary, where the man gets tired after a while. I heard a "plop" as his entire penis went in, and my cousin let out a sound—I don't know how to describe it, it wasn't a scream, but a deep, labored "ah" with her mouth wide open, so the sound wasn't very loud, but it still made my anus tighten. Then began the repeated thrusting. At this point, you could see her breasts swaying and bouncing with the impact. When she lay down and her breasts started swaying, they looked much bigger than when she was lying down, which made me think this girl was quite well-endowed. I personally prefer men with bigger breasts, especially bigger nipples; they feel fuller and more satisfying to touch. It was a real shame that I couldn't see what was going on with the penis inside, or what the girl's pussy looked like, but this was a scene I'd never seen before in my life, and it was quite shocking. However, beyond the shock, there was also a lot of stimulation for myself. My penis got hard after watching for a while, so what could I do but masturbate along with the rhythm of their thrusts.

You might think my writing is rather dull, without any intense scenes or detailed descriptions, but that's really how it was at the time. So sometimes when I see articles where people describe witnessing others having sex and write it as if they were doing it themselves, I feel that the possibility is very small, unless it's something like a 3-4-5-6-7 p from the beginning, in which case I won't go into that.

This time it didn't actually last long, and since we'd already done it once, my cousin was just panting heavily the whole time, going "ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..." and that guy didn't change positions, just kept going from behind until he ejaculated. So I only masturbated for a short while before quickly getting some tissues and ejaculating on her. But witnessing other people having sex is definitely more exciting than doing it myself; maybe that's just the voyeuristic desire hidden deep inside us. After that, her boyfriend lay on her stomach, panting heavily, looking exhausted too. Then he started suckling, first on the left, then on the right. I thought he was going to do it again, but he just fell asleep on her breasts. I was exhausted too, so I tiptoed back to bed and went to sleep.
The next morning, before I was even fully awake, her cousin came into the room and poked us awake. Still half-asleep, she asked, "What were you two doing last night?" I said, "Sleeping." She said, "Liar! Look at all this tissues on the floor!" I explained, "It was a bit chilly last night, so my nose kept running, and..."

She said, "You think I didn't hear my sister yelling last night? Brother-in-law, you're pretty amazing!"...

I was speechless. After that, I basically never saw her again. Later, I heard she changed boyfriends twice more. Seriously...
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