One of my trilogy

One of my trilogy
[Preface]

This story is pieced together from my hazy memories; it contains elements of reality, but also the imprint of illusion. Time flies like a song, life is like a dream. In my spare time, I, Xiao Fan, have sorted out some of my past jumbled memories and typed out this article, hoping that those with similar experiences will contact me and reminisce about those "wonderful" years together.

[I] ※Turbulent Times Foster Early Maturity※

Xiao Fan, who should have been in the third grade of elementary school, was unable to attend school due to the "Ten Years of Turmoil" during the Cultural Revolution. His lack of knowledge and empty mind did not affect the little guy's physical development. Xiao Fan's body was changing, and his mind was thinking about matters of sex. Actually, this cannot be called precocious puberty. Just think: a vigorous little boy, without anyone instilling beneficial knowledge in him, it would be strange if his branches didn't grow in other places.

The small town where Xiao Fan lived was originally a charming and beautiful place reminiscent of the Jiangnan region. However, due to the struggle between the two rebel factions of the "United Front," the peaceful town was plunged into chaos (those born in the 1950s and 60s might still vividly remember the armed conflicts of that time; however, young netizens today are largely unaware of this period of history. Ask your parents, and they'll know a thing or two). Xiao Fan's home, being adjacent to the county revolutionary committee, became a hotly contested area and was ultimately destroyed in the fighting. Forced to flee, they temporarily stayed at a closed commercial school outside the town.

This place was a veritable paradise; the campus was shaded by green trees, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, while outside lay farmland, teeming with butterflies and insects. Only the statue of the great man and the "Supreme Directive" on the wall reminded you of the era you lived in.

Xiao Fan, with only a few simple pieces of furniture and necessities, moved into a classroom partitioned off by beds. From then on, the empty classroom was often filled with Xiao Fan's childish voice reciting multiplication tables...

Along with Xiao Fan and his friends, other "refugees" from all over the small town also fled to the school for temporary accommodation, and the quiet and deserted school suddenly became lively. Next door to Xiao Fan's "home" lived an ordinary working-class family surnamed Cai. The Cai family had two daughters; the elder daughter was already of middle school age, fair-skinned and rarely spoke to Xiao Fan, who still often had a runny nose. However, the younger daughter, Cai Xiao'e, who was about the same age as Xiao Fan, had dark skin and wore two braids in her hair, and was Xiao Fan's close friend.

The children played and frolicked all day long, and wouldn't go home until it was completely dark. The adults, besides political studies and sit-in protests, had nothing else to do, so they often got into big fights because of the children's squabbles.

That evening, Xiao Fan and several other children were running around and playing tag on campus when a sudden commotion and crying coming from a classroom piqued their curiosity. When they reached the classroom door, they saw it was Xiao Mao's house, and a group of adults were pulling and breaking up a fight. The children pushed and shoved their way inside, but the scene inside made them hold their breath in shock.

Xiao Mao's father, blocked by several people, angrily rolled up his sleeves, still cursing, "Damn it, the kids are just playing around, what's wrong with me scolding them a bit? You stinking woman, you come to my bed..."

Xiao Fan then saw clearly that in the dim light, Li Juan's mother was lying sprawled on the bed, still grumbling, "The kids are fighting, what are you doing getting involved? And you're cursing so rudely, didn't you want to have sex with her mother? I'm lying here right now, so you can have sex with me..."

"You think I wouldn't dare? If you're so tough, don't get up, I'll fuck you to death!" Xiao Mao's father roared, trying to rush forward again, but the people around him forcibly pulled him back.

"I won't get up... Come on then! Do whatever you want!" Li Juan's mother continued to add fuel to the fire.

Xiao Fan and Cai Xiao'e huddled together. Xiao'e said, "Let's not watch anymore, let's go back, I'm scared..."

Xiao Fan grabbed her hand, "What are you scared of? There are so many adults here." At first, he thought this was much more exciting than standing on the playground watching shows like "Tunnel Warfare" or "Mine Warfare." But gradually, he started to hope that something would happen. They often used vulgar language like "fuck your mother, fuck your mother" when they argued, but Xiao Fan didn't really understand what "fuck" meant. Now, seeing the way Xiao Mao's dad and Li Juan's mom were acting, was it really going to happen?

Xiao Fan gripped Xiao E's hand, eagerly anticipating the two adults in the room, who were acting like fighting cocks, would become even more frenzied. Sure enough, Xiao Mao's father, blinded by lust and desire, broke free from his restraints and rushed to Li Juan's mother, who was lying on the bed...

Li Juan's mother was usually a woman who loved to curse, and seeing someone pulling at Xiao Mao's father, she became even more agitated, cursing incessantly while her hands, whether intentionally provocative or unintentionally showing off, somehow unzipped her pants, revealing two snow-white thighs to Xiao Mao's father...

Xiao Fan only saw a dazzling patch of white flesh in the dim light, and upon closer inspection, he saw that Li Juan's mother was only wearing a pink floral panty... Having grown up far from his parents and relying solely on his lonely grandfather, Xiao Fan rarely had the opportunity to see the body of a mature woman. At this moment, in this setting, Xiao Fan, who was just beginning to understand human nature, was somewhat distracted by the scene before him. He felt his urethra stirring with a warm current between his legs…

Actually, Li Juan's mother only dared to be so unrestrained because someone was holding Xiao Mao's father back. She thought that this was the only way to properly humiliate Xiao Mao's father, but little did she know that her actions would lead to a huge disaster…

【II】※Suspicion Arises over Sexual Affairs※

As mentioned earlier, Li Juan's mother brazenly took off her trousers on Xiao Mao's bed, thinking that this would humiliate Xiao Mao's father in front of everyone as an impotent man. But little did she know that when she revealed her snow-white thighs, even the inexperienced Xiao Fan felt a little hot-eyed and his heart raced, let alone the several grown men trying to break up the fight and Xiao Mao's father, who was burning with anger.

In that era of red worship, people's clothing was predominantly gray. Even on the hottest days, women wore only shirts and trousers, unlike today's girls who run around in tank tops and miniskirts. So back then, seeing a woman's bare thighs was a luxury, let alone her shapely calves. One can imagine the scene when a room full of men, usually bored out of their minds with nothing to do but criticize and re-educate, saw Lijuan's mother's fair, tender thighs.

They saw that Lijuan's mother had actually taken off her pants herself, and thought, "Heh heh... what's the point of this fight?" They weren't going to miss this spectacle, so they not only released Xiao Mao's father but also intentionally or unintentionally pushed him. Xiao Mao's father pounced on Lijuan's mother like an enraged lion...

"Ah..." Before Lijuan's mother could even cry out, Xiao'e beside her screamed, thinking that the two adults were about to fight to the death. Xiao Fan was already clearly aroused; he felt his penis throbbing and about to burst out of his pants. Unconsciously, he grabbed Xiao'e's hand and covered it...

Xiao'e's scream seemed to alert the adults, who realized that what was about to happen absolutely could not be seen by the children. So, they all came over and unceremoniously kicked Xiao Fan and the others out.

Xiao Fan was furious. He shook off Xiao'e and walked alone to the back of the classroom. Xiao'e followed him like a shadow: "Xiao Fan... Xiao Fan, why aren't you talking to me?"

"Still yelling, still yelling, so annoying!"

"What's wrong? I said I was scared, but you insisted on yelling... and now you're yelling at me."

Xiao Fan turned around and looked at the pitiful Xiao'e. He also felt that he was in the wrong, so he stopped and waited for Xiao'e to come closer: "Alright, you coward! What's there to be afraid of?"

"Didn't you see they're about to fight?"

"Fight? I love watching fights, come on, let's go watch?"

"They've closed all the doors."

"Idiot, come with me!"

Xiao Fan took Xiao'e's hand again, and the two went to the back of the classroom and tiptoed to the window of Xiao Mao's house. The classroom hadn't been used for a long time, and few of the window panes were intact. After Xiao Mao's family moved in, Xiao Mao's father painted the places with glass and nailed wooden strips to the places without glass.

At this moment, even more intense shouts and curses came from inside the house, along with low growls and jeering laughter from a man. Xiao Fan frantically clung to the windowsill, trying to find a place to peek through. He found a few wider gaps in the wooden slats, but when he pressed his eye to them, they were all too far from the bed. The upper half of the window wasn't covered, but Xiao Fan was too short to see through it.

"Xiao Fan, come here..." The girl was more observant; as Xiao Fan scratched his head, Xiao'e beckoned to him and called softly. Xiao Fan ran over and, sure enough, there was a perfectly sized pane of glass, its paint peeling, right in front of the bed.

Xiao Fan pressed his eye to it, and immediately a mass of white flesh came into view. Xiao Fan's heart pounded, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't Li Juan's mother's body! Ah! It turned out that Xiao Mao's father had also taken off his pants, still cursing, "You stubborn, soft-spoken bitch, I'll fuck you to death today!"

Xiao Fan was eager to see the parts of their bodies being manipulated, but a pile of books and newspapers on the windowsill blocked his view. He could only see that Li Juan's mother's arms were being held, but she was still spitting and cursing, "You bastard! You're serious? Ah... you accomplices! Ah... it hurts..."

Xiao Mao's father's buttocks began to move up and down, and the hands of several men next to him were also restlessly kneading and groping Li Juan's mother's body. "Haha! This woman's body is quite tender."

"Still cursing, now you must feel good."

"Hey! Old Li, how does it feel?"

"Needless to say, seeing how hard he's working, I want to fuck him too."

"Ah! You bunch of hooligans, I won't... um... um... um..."

"Crying now? Too late! I'll... I'll fuck you to death!"

The insane and chaotic conversation inside the room sounded crazy to Xiao Fan, but it was both novel and exciting to him. "Hehe, so what if you're going to fuck her? Why do you have to fuck her to death?" He smiled at Xiao'e, muttering in confusion.

"What did you see?" Xiao'e asked, looking up at him.

"Fucking her."

"Pervert." Xiao'e turned and left angrily.

Xiao Fan tried to stand on tiptoe to see something else, but apart from Xiao Mao's father's bare buttocks moving on Li Juan's mother, he saw nothing else. Xiao Fan felt that this scene was not as exciting as those crazy words. But at this moment, apart from Xiao Mao's father's fierce shouts of "Fuck you to death! Fuck you to death!", the only sound in the room was Li Juan's mother's crying.

Seeing that there was nothing new to see here, and the noise only made him restless like an ant on a hot pan, Xiao Fan quickly caught up with Xiao'e and left the area.

Back in his classroom, his grandfather was already asleep, snoring loudly as he conversed with the Duke of Zhou in his dreams. Xiao Fan quietly sat on his wooden bed, too lazy to pull up the covers or turn on the light, staring blankly at his blurry toes. This was understandable; the unexpected glimpse he had gained that evening had not satisfied his curiosity but had instead fueled his wild imagination.

"Ah—" The door opened, revealing Xiao'e's slender figure…

【Three】※Self-taught※

"Why aren't you asleep?" Xiao Fan asked in a low, strained voice.

"I heard Lijuan's mom still crying."

"You have super hearing? I didn't hear anything."

Xiao'e ignored Xiao Fan's sarcasm. She looked at her grandfather, who was snoring loudly, and quietly moved to the edge of Xiao Fan's bedside to sit next to him. "Xiao Fan, you said they... how could they... be having sex?"

"I didn't see clearly."

"Then why were you watching so intently? You didn't see anything, you silly boy!"

Hearing Xiao'e mocking him, Xiao Fan said defiantly, "I just didn't see clearly, but I saw Xiao Mao's dad on top of Lijuan's mom."

"Say what you want, I didn't see anything anyway."

"You don't believe me?" Xiao Fan got impatient. He pushed Xiao'e down on the bed and rolled over on top of her. "Like this."

Xiao'e didn't push him away. She supported Xiao Fan's not-so-heavy body and still whispered, "I've seen my parents on top of each other on the bed like this, but they weren't wearing clothes."

"Yes, Xiao Mao's dad was naked."

"Was it very painful?"

"Oh?"

"I heard Lijuan's mom crying and yelling."

"I don't know, how about we try?"

Seeing that Xiao'e didn't object, Xiao Fan got up and started taking off his clothes. Xiao'e sat up too, unbuttoning her clothes as she said, "Don't hurt me, or my crying will wake Grandpa."

"You spoiled brat... but I don't know if it will hurt. If it hurts, bite me, just don't cry."

Xiao'e nodded in the darkness, stripped naked, lay on the bed, and then pulled Xiao Fan: "Come on."

Xiao Fan then pressed himself against her naked... When

Xiao Fan was on top of Xiao'e, apart from the comfort and fun of her warm and smooth skin, he didn't feel anything strange or stimulating, let alone pain.

"Do you want to move a little..." Xiao'e reminded him from below. Xiao

Fan then remembered Xiao Mao's father's violently heaving buttocks, so he imitated him and moved around. Sure enough, after a few movements, he felt pain...

It turned out that while he was moving, his little penis had unconsciously become aroused. So, as he struggled to find the right spot, his now small, rod-like member inadvertently pressed against Xiao'e's thigh. Xiao'e, of course, didn't react, but the bulging member protested, finding no place to go.

Xiao Fan, groping in the dark, moved his hand to Xiao'e's thigh: "You should leave some room for my 'bull' here," he said, his hand already touching the indented triangle.

"What's wrong with your 'bull'?"

"Feel it, it's different from usual."

Xiao'e's hand indeed touched a finger-like member: "Oh! It's grown bones... What should I do?"

"I don't know."

"Then put it here, I'll warm it up for you, see if it melts..." Saying this, Xiao'e spread her legs, making room for his member.

The warm, wet feeling between Xiao'e's legs made Xiao Fan feel much better, and he tentatively moved again, letting his member slide in and out between Xiao'e's legs.

Xiao'e obediently endured his sliding motions, only asking in confusion, "If you keep moving like this, when will it turn back?"

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Then it might only turn back when you feel pain," Xiao Fan said matter-of-factly, and Xiao'e believed him, letting him continue.

After a while, Xiao Fan grew bored with the monotonous ups and downs. He couldn't understand why those adults were so engrossed in this game. That's it, there must be some hidden mechanism. Xiao Fan pondered this and stopped the ups and downs, reaching down to investigate.

Sure enough, this hand felt different from Niu Niu's. His little penis poked and prodded aimlessly, but this hand revealed many secrets. At first, Xiao Fan only felt that the warm, moist area was smooth and refreshing, much better than his own. But when he reached deeper, Xiao'e cried out, "Ouch! It really hurts a little..." Xiao'e's legs involuntarily tightened...

Just as Xiao Fan was about to continue exploring, Xiao'e's older sister's shouting came from outside the classroom: "Xiao'e, where have you been! Come back to sleep!" Her sister's shout startled Xiao'e. She pushed Xiao Fan away, quickly put on her clothes, and only after her sister's voice faded away did she hurriedly slip out.

These past few days, Xiao Fan had been preoccupied with his unfinished project, neglecting his friends and spending all his time with Xiao'e.

One day, bathed in the bright sunshine, they went to the rapeseed field outside the school where butterflies fluttered. The golden rapeseed flowers, illuminated by the butterflies, made the landscape exceptionally beautiful and fragrant. The two children laughed and played, trying to catch butterflies in the field, but when they were panting and sweating, they still came up empty-handed.

They ran to a dry drainage ditch. Xiao'e, panting, lost interest in catching butterflies. She leaned lazily against the ditch's edge and said to Xiao Fan, "I'm exhausted, I'm not running with you anymore..."

"I'm exhausted too. Butterflies are much harder to catch than you."

"Let's play something else."

"What?" "

Hmm... last night I saw my parents on the bed again."

"Really? How did they do it? Did you see clearly?"

"Of course. My dad was already asleep, and my mom came back from her shower thinking I was asleep too, so she started arguing with him."

"How did they argue?"

"Come here..." Xiao'e pulled him into the ditch, made him lie on the edge, and said, "Now you be the dad, and I'll be the mom."

【IV】※First Taste of Sex※

Xiao Fan obediently nodded, closing his eyes and pretending to be his sleeping father.

"Hey, are the kids asleep?" Xiao'e came over and shook Xiao Fan, who had his eyes closed.

"I don't know." Xiao Fan stared blankly at her.

"Ugh! That's not how it is."

"Then what should I do?"

"You're not awake yet. You can only speak when I wake you up, understand?"

"So troublesome..." Xiao Fan muttered and closed his eyes again.

Xiao'e began to carefully pull down his pants. Xiao Fan was afraid of making a mistake, so he obediently kept his eyes closed and let her take off his pants until he received Xiao'e's instructions.

Xiao'e pulled down Xiao Fan's pants with great effort, reached out and patted his curled-up penis a few times, then she bent down and opened her mouth to take the lump of flesh into her mouth. Xiao Fan was startled. He didn't know what Xiao'e was going to do, but he didn't dare to say anything. He just squinted and watched Xiao'e, who was buried between his legs, how she would deal with the thing in her mouth.

Xiao'e held the lump of flesh in her mouth and rubbed it for a while before spitting it out. Then she sucked on her lips and focused on dealing with the little penis that was about to stretch and rise.

Xiao Fan hadn't expected Xiao'e to do this, and the series of actions truly aroused him. He thought to himself that Xiao'e's father was very lucky; he should have woken up long ago after playing this trick.

Sure enough, seeing that his little calf was already quite aroused, Xiao'e let go, patted his face, and said, "Xiao Fan, get up, it's your turn to lick me." Xiao'e took off her pants and lay down on the earthen embankment by the ditch, spreading her naked lower body towards Xiao Fan.

"Let me lick your pee-pee place?"

"Of course, that's what my dad does."

Xiao Fan thought it made sense; Xiao'e had already eaten his pee-pee calf, so he should return the favor, and that would even things out. So he bent over, his buttocks covered in dirt, and, holding Xiao'e's legs, pressed his mouth against the little peach with a crack.

Xiao Fan thought that this usually unseen peach must have a magical taste, but to his surprise, the seemingly bright pink spot had a faint sour smell. Xiao Fan took a breath, then stuck out his tongue and licked the two smooth mounds, seemingly without any discomfort. Xiao Fan boldly parted the cleft with his hands, and the tender redness and depth inside truly amazed him.

He first pressed his nose against it, forcing himself to adjust to the strong smell of urine, then used his tongue to sweep the undulating flesh of the cleft back and forth from top to bottom and bottom to top. His actions may have touched a nerve with Xiao'e; she began to twist her body, trying to close her legs, but Xiao Fan, who had just begun to taste the pleasure, refused. He stubbornly pressed Xiao'e's legs down, forcefully parting the two tender, cartilaginous mounds, and stretched out his tongue to lick the fresh, red cleft vigorously.

As Xiao Fan's tongue intensified its movements, he clearly felt Xiao'e's body tremble, and she let out a moan. Xiao Fan withdrew his tongue and asked cautiously, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

Xiao'e pressed his head down slightly. "No... it's just a little itchy..."

"I didn't scratch you, how can it be itchy?"

"Ugh, I want to... lick it deeper..." As she spoke, she spread her legs wider.

Xiao Fan followed her lead and diligently probed the wet, red depths with his tongue. Xiao'e twisted her body, arching her buttocks upwards, and exclaimed, "Xiao Fan, it feels good..."

Xiao Fan didn't feel much comfort or stimulation, but he was quite curious about the bottomless depths of that crevice. He ignored the soreness at the base of his tongue and still wanted to explore deeper, as if trying to break through that barrier...

Just as the game between the two little people was gradually going astray and becoming out of control, Xiao'e suddenly pushed away Xiao Fan, who was engrossed in his work, and hurriedly got up to find her clothes. Xiao Fan stood there dumbfounded, while Xiao'e urged him as she pulled on her pants, "Hurry up and put them on! Grandpa's coming."

Sure enough, his grandfather was walking towards them, picking fresh broad beans along the edge of the embankment. Xiao Fan frantically picked up his pants and pulled them on...

The two little ones following behind their grandfather chuckled and whispered, exchanging their experiences from the game: "Xiao Fan, did you enjoy it?"

"A little, how about you?"

"I felt so good, it was itchy... and a little sour, no wonder Mom said it was beautiful."

"But all I tasted was the smell of urine."

"Hehe... yours smelled like urine too..."

The two held hands, leaving behind their chattering and playful sounds...

The years that followed brought sudden changes. Without Xiao Fan's warning, his parents took him back to the provincial capital to attend school. Xiao Fan, with only hazy memories, felt no pain at breaking up with Xiao E. However, recalling that past, he still felt a pang of regret: why hadn't he used his penis to take Xiao E's virginity? Now, Xiao E, married, must be a wanton woman.

In this age of advanced communication, Xiao Fan had lost all contact with Xiao E…

[Preface]

This text describes the narrator's vague understanding of sex, the resulting distress and helplessness stemming from a lack of guidance and outlet for expression. This further fueled the narrator's curiosity and fantasies about sex, leading to the absurd consequences of pursuing so-called sexual stimulation through unorthodox means.

[I] ※Springtime Inside the Window※

Nowadays, most people live in self-contained high-rise buildings, many with security grilles installed. Little do they know, in my opinion, isn't this like locking themselves in a birdcage? Sigh... Thinking back now, my childhood was so much better. Living in a large courtyard, I could come and go as I pleased, free and unrestrained. Even now, I often reminisce about the memories that courtyard holds for me...

My family was very simple: my grandfather, my parents, and me. It seems like the typical family of three these days, but I had no siblings. Fortunately, I grew up alone in a large courtyard with dozens of families. Back then, we were all a bunch of good-for-nothing "Little Red Guards," and our daily "homework" was running around the courtyard like crazy, making a ruckus, and growing like crazy.

Haha, was I happy? Of course! But I also had my share of troubles.

I remember that day, Xiaoping and I were sitting on a mat in the yard playing cat's cradle (a game still played today). We were playing it over and over, and Xiaoping got completely absorbed in it, so my eyes couldn't take it all in. As Xiaoping moved, her legs, clad in shorts, were positioned in ways that made it hard for me to concentrate. My eyes involuntarily drifted to the area between her open shorts. What

I saw there was a patch of white, a rosy hue, two fleshy ridges, and a fleshy slit. Xiaoping had the string wrapped around her hand, waiting for me to play. When she saw that I hadn't moved, she realized that I had been staring at her for a while. She looked down at herself, adjusted herself slightly with a hint of shyness, and then urged me, "What's so interesting? Are we going to play or not?"

To be honest, I didn't think there was anything interesting at the time, so I continued playing with Xiaoping. But as I slowly reflected on it afterward, the impression it left on me became clearer and clearer. That strange structure made me want to go back and explore it again. But the problem was, where could I find another careless girl like Xiaoping?

Sigh... This strange question kept me spacing out and being absent-minded every day. Back then, schools didn't have any sex education classes, and even boys and girls talking was a huge taboo. Parents at home would never mention the word "sex." Helpless, in order to find out the truth, I had to resort to crooked means.

Opportunities weren't nonexistent; it just depended on how you seized them. Besides, there were dozens of households in the tenement. So, my gaze slowly settled on the Zhao family, who lived across from my house.

The Zhao family consisted of a husband and wife with two children, a son who was seven or eight years old and a daughter who was five or six years old. Hey! You're not going to "make an example" of those little girls, are you? Of course not. Because the Zhao family only lived in one house, the two children usually stayed at their grandfather's house.

In my memory, the couple was quite young, and their lifestyle was quite avant-garde for the time. Their hand-cranked gramophone constantly blared "yellow" songs like "Night on the Steppe" and "Moscow Nights," and they often cuddled and spun around together at home.

What intrigued me even more were the strange sounds of men shouting and women moaning that occasionally emanated from their house. I finally couldn't resist my curiosity and decided to find a chance to see for myself.

That evening, a light drizzle was falling outside, and the yard was deserted. Returning from the toilet, I passed by the Zhao family's window and heard laughter and playful banter coming from inside. I looked up at the window and saw light shining from within. A strong urge to peep arose within me. Considering the window's height, I figured I could easily see inside. So, I laboriously moved a thick brick from the corner of the wall and carefully placed it under my feet… Honeycomb

briquettes were stacked on the windowsill, only the top pane allowed light to pass through, and the floral curtains were only half-drawn. When I peered into the room, my nose smeared with soot, the scene wasn't as lewd as I'd imagined, but the visual stimulation was still unprecedented.

On the disheveled bed, the Zhao couple were locked in a naked struggle, unfortunately, a curtain in front of the bed obscured their lower bodies. I could only see Old Zhao's burly body pressed against his petite wife, her naked breasts shimmering with his movements.

I stood on tiptoe, trying to see more, but they both collapsed, screaming, in that position. Old Zhao lay there panting for a while before getting up and holding his dangling member in front of the woman. The woman reached for her floral underwear from beside the pillow, carefully wiped away some of the filth from the ugly, black thing, then crumpled the underwear into a ball and wiped it between her legs, patting the man's buttocks: "Go to sleep now, you've peed, we have a study session early tomorrow morning, you can't be late."

Old Zhao, wearing slippers, came to the spittoon in the center of the room. Afraid of being discovered by Old Zhao urinating, I nervously slid down the brick. But I was unwilling to give up on the final scene inside, which I hadn't yet witnessed, so I turned and went to Zhao's door, pressing my ear to the crack to listen carefully to the sounds inside. But as the dripping urine and the rustling of tidying the bedding disappeared, "plop," the light went out. I could only sigh with lingering satisfaction and move back to the brick I had used as a stepping stone. The

thrill of voyeurism made me restless; every day I fantasized about truly seeing a woman's mysterious place. Finally, a chance encounter allowed me to witness the secrets of many women…

【II】※A Feast for the Eyes in the Fields※

“Revolutionary soldiers must all remember the Three Main Rules of Discipline and the Eight Points for Attention. First, obey all commands in all actions, and only by moving in unison can we achieve…”

Under the scorching sun, carrying small baskets, we sang all the way to Xiaojia Village in the suburbs. This was a social practice activity organized by the school for us to “receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants”: to go to the countryside to help farmers glean wheat.

Stepping out of the campus, we were like a flock of birds released from their cages, happily flying towards the fields where only stubble remained. Scattered songs and playful noises echoed in the sky. During breaks from work, the farmers brought out mung bean soup, and the students chattered around the pots and pans to cool off and quench their thirst…

Before long, I was so full of mung bean soup that I needed to find a place to relieve myself. Boys actually have it easy, so I turned around and ran behind the earthen embankment and held my penis and “splashed” out. Suddenly, I saw several girls walking from the edge of the field towards a grove of trees. A thought flashed through my mind: they must be looking for a place to relieve themselves. Seeing that no one was around, a strong urge pulled me to follow them...

I crouched low and quietly followed them. At the end of the grove, on a small slope, stood a simple outhouse made of reed mats. It must have been built specifically for these girls. I circled the slope and crept behind the outhouse. Heh, this was the perfect spot for the Communist army to ambush the Japanese:

below the slope was a patch of wasteland overgrown with waist-high reeds, making it difficult for an outsider to spot a small person hiding there. Even better, the reed mats used to make the outhouse were already rotten and incomplete from the erosion of excrement and urine, leaving me ample room to see.

I crouched down in the reeds, just two or three steps away from the tattered reed mats, and silently began to observe from below. The scene that followed did not disappoint. One after another, the girls wearing cloth shoes squatted over the two simple latrine pits, vying to display their snow-white buttocks to me. Their vulvas, even more clearly visible than Xiaoping's, were exposed without any cover before my eyes, their labia constantly squeezing and urinating…

I held my breath, completely absorbed in the sight of these smooth, tender, newly-haired, pure and dazzling female genitals, until they giggled and left together. I remained there, stunned and breathless.

Watching their departing figures, I finally came to my senses and was about to get up and return to my group when I saw our teacher, Zhou, and a village woman walking towards us. A mix of fear and excitement made me instinctively and quickly slip into the straw mat. Watching them laughing and talking as they entered the latrine, instantly, two buttocks, even larger and more colorful than those of the girls before, emerged from under the reed mat.

The buttocks of the woman on the left, with her yellow military trousers pulled down, must have belonged to Teacher Zhou. It was from her exposed, dark vulva that I realized women have a lot of pubic hair, and that the tuft of hair even extended all the way to her anus. It wasn't until I was a few years older that I deduced from Teacher Zhou's thick body hair and the downy hair around her lips that she was a woman with high levels of male hormones.

As Teacher Zhou finished urinating, I saw her anus being squeezed, and brownish-yellow feces peeked out from the tuft of hair. The feces went from coarse to fine, and from dark to light in color, gradually coming to an end. Perhaps because of the excessive hair, I couldn't see Teacher Zhou's anus clearly; there was quite a bit of thin, yellowish feces stuck to the hair, so she used a lot of toilet paper to repeatedly wipe and clean it…

When my gaze shifted to the buttocks of the peasant woman on the right, that sight gave me an unprecedented stimulation.

The peasant woman's buttocks were noticeably whiter than Teacher Zhou's. I only saw a sparse patch of hair at her vulva. To my astonishment, her vulva was covered in bright red blood, and clots of blood kept falling from the crevice as she urinated. Although I vaguely knew that the blood flowing out was menstruation, I never imagined it would be so torrential and terrifying. This experience later made me especially caring and considerate towards my wife during her menstrual period… I watched intently as the peasant woman stuffed several strips of coarse black straw paper into a floral cloth strip and tucked it between her legs…

“The sun sets in the west, the red clouds fly, the soldiers return to camp after target practice…” Singing the heroic “Returning from Target Practice,” our column returned to school. This familiar song, sung today, has a completely different feel to it…

This spying in the fields was unprecedentedly stimulating and left an indelible impression on me. Even now, recalling it still stirs up waves of emotion within me. The price was "huge," because I had been away from the work site for a long time. At the summary meeting upon my return, Teacher Zhou criticized me for being afraid of hardship and fatigue and for not loving labor, thus disqualifying me from being among the first to join the "Red Guards."

【Three】※Erotic Scene Two※ The

repeated successes gave me a strong feeling and curiosity about sex. I often felt my penis would start to vibrate indiscriminately, and at night I would replay those disordered images in my mind, and involuntarily use my hand to soothe that restless little thing…

In the tenement, there was a girl named Wang Xin who was my princess. She was the same age as me, with white teeth and red lips, a rosy face, willow-leaf eyebrows that reached her temples, and thick black braids that reached her waist. Although her family wasn't very wealthy, she always dressed simply and neatly, wearing clean white nylon stockings and a pair of always-cleaned white plastic-soled cloth shoes. Underneath her blue coat, she would often wear various brightly colored shirts, those touches of pink and green that constantly drew my gaze.

My pursuit of Wang Xin was one-sided; she, focused on her studies, was completely unaware. So, the closest contact we ever had was during a game of hide-and-seek. Wang Xin became my captive; amidst the playful noise, she tried to break free and run away, but when I caught her again, I naturally straddled her.

At first, it was just playful roughhousing, but as Wang Xin writhed beneath me, her soft, warm body stimulated my senses. I began consciously wiggling my hips against her back to increase friction against my genitals. But as I reveled in that inexplicable pleasure, Wang Xin seemed to sense something. She suddenly got up and said, "It's too late, let's stop playing," and turned to go home with her head down…

I don't know how to overcome my infatuation with Wang Xin. Looking back now, it was just an ignorant, natural human outburst, but this natural instinct was utterly crushed by Wang Xin's indifference. To vent my desires and fill my emptiness, on a dark night, I finally reached out my "sinful" hand to the sanitary panties Wang Xin had hung out to dry outside the window.

Sanitary panties were the kind of underwear girls wore during their periods back then. Since there weren't convenient adhesive sanitary napkins like we have now, they mostly managed their periods by folding strips of toilet paper and stuffing them into menstrual belts. Sanitary panties eliminated the hassle of using menstrual belts; the crotch was made of a thin, waterproof, and of course, non-breathable rubber layer, with elastic at both ends to hold the toilet paper in place.

I clearly remember that Wang Xin's sanitary panties were made of light yellow floral fabric. I held the panties to my nose as if I had found a treasure, but apart from a faint scent of soap and a faint rubber smell, I couldn't detect the scent of a girl's genitals that I had imagined. Even so, it stayed under my pillow for a long time, gently soothing my restless heart.

However, at that time I had neither the experience of ejaculation nor the urge to ejaculate. But as I, like a leopard, harassed the neighbors day and night, the things I saw and heard accumulated, and that day was not far off.

I remember the night before that historic moment, I was once again tempted by the light from Old Zhao's house and climbed onto his windowsill. What was hateful was that they had drawn the curtains tightly that day. Listening to the laughter inside, I was restless and wandered around his house, finally fixing my gaze on the glass window above the door frame that let in light.

Looking at the dark windows in the yard and listening to the snoring coming from every house, the light from Zhao's house tormented me even more. The quiet yard emboldened me, and I carefully moved a chair from my house, trembling as I climbed onto Zhao's door frame. From my high vantage point, I once again witnessed that erotic scene inside.

Looking into the room from the door frame, the angle conveniently avoided the curtain across the bed, revealing the entire room.

A petite, slender woman sat in front of a mirror on a long table, her shoulders and back bare, wearing only a white bra and red panties, shaking her hair. Old Zhao leaned against the headboard, flipping through a magazine.

The woman removed her hair clips, combed her hair, and then got up, saying to the man, "Go inside."

"I want to read by the lamp."

"Ugh." The woman didn't insist further. She lifted the pillow, took out some toilet paper, and walked to the spittoon in the middle of the room. I wondered if the woman was going to defecate in the room. Then I saw her take off her panties, revealing a matching red menstrual belt wrapped around her abdomen; I realized she was menstruating.

The woman sat on the chamber pot, urinating while folding toilet paper and threading it into her menstrual belt. As the dripping stopped, she stood up, fastened the belt, and straightened her swollen lower body before turning to straddle the man and move onto the bed. But just as she crossed one leg, Old Zhao stopped her, his hand supporting her buttocks. "Why didn't you wipe after you urinated? You just stuck the paper in there!" she demanded.

"Isn't that paper absorbent?" the woman replied, trying to move further in.

"Let me see how much you've sucked out?"

"Stop it, the blood's already flowing..."

"No, I have to see!"

The woman had no choice but to bend down and move back a bit, sticking her butt out for him, rubbing her bulging thighs against his face, and then turning back: "Is it done now?"

But Old Zhao didn't stop. He pulled the woman's panties and menstrual pads to the side...

From my angle, I couldn't see the woman's vulva, but I could imagine that the vulva displayed in front of Old Zhao must have been bloody and stimulating...

【IV】※A Moment in History※

Although there was no close-up, the posture and conversation of the man and woman in the room were enough to give this greenhorn a run for his money...

Sure enough, while Old Zhao was admiring the woman's vulva, he was still teasing her: "Hehe... so much water even on her period, look, it's already soaked through several layers as soon as I put it on."

"Who wants you to see it..." the woman said coquettishly.

Old Zhao grabbed her buttocks and pulled her back forcefully. "Come on, a little closer."

"What for?"

"What do you mean?"

"No, it's dirty..."

"I don't mind, but hurry up!"

The woman knew she couldn't resist him, so she straightened up, pulled down her underwear and hung it on one leg, then reached down and unfastened the menstrual belt from her lower abdomen. "Then take it out." She moved her knees back a little, bent down again, and pressed her buttocks close to the man's face. Old Zhao pulled the menstrual belt out from between the woman's buttocks and draped it over her back, then buried his mouth in it and began to lick it with a "squeaking" sound.

My God! So Old Zhao likes this too! Looking at the exposed toilet paper, it wasn't covered in blood as I had imagined, just a slightly reddish damp stain. The woman threw the menstrual belt on the side of the bed and began to enjoy it with soft moans...

"Ouch...you rascal, be gentle..." the woman cried out, her body going limp, her arched back collapsing instantly. Following Old Zhao's movements, she also lifted the blanket covering the man's legs, revealing his underwear already bulging high.

The woman pulled his underwear down a bit, and the ugly thing sprang out. She first stroked and manipulated it with her hand, then actually opened her mouth and swallowed it...

This action greatly surprised me, standing on the chair; my legs seemed to go weak. I struggled to hold onto the doorframe, just about to continue watching the show, when suddenly a door creaked open from somewhere. Forgetting the lewd scene inside, I quickly jumped down, grabbed a chair, and hid in a dark corner, my heart pounding wildly.

As expected, soon after, Old Qin's cough and footsteps echoed from the backyard, "pattering" as he headed towards the toilet. Hearing footsteps enter the toilet, I wanted to climb up to see what was going on, but I was afraid Old Qin was just urinating and would be back soon, so I had no choice but to wait patiently. But that damned Old Qin didn't come out even after the Zhao family's lights were off. I had no choice but to carry my chair back, frustrated and disappointed…

The next day, my mind was foggy, constantly imagining the scene at the Zhao family's house. Until the afternoon, I saw the woman carry a basin of washed clothes from the sink and hang it on the wire in front of the door. Among them were her white bra and the bright red menstrual belt she had worn the night before. My nerves tightened as I waited for nightfall.

As darkness fell, the woman indeed didn't take down the clothes. Now was the perfect time to grab them! Without hesitation, I pocketed those two treasures.

Excitedly, I took the woman's belongings and quickly crawled into bed. First, I tried to smell them like Old Zhao had, but apart from a perfume scent on the bra, there was no unusual odor I was expecting. This didn't dampen my spirits. With my mind filled with vivid imagination, the two women's intimate items I was playing with seemed to possess endless allure. They inexplicably caused my penis to become unusually erect and swollen…

Holding my unprecedentedly erect penis, I naturally began to masturbate it. Waves of pleasure tempted me to stimulate it more intensely, so I suddenly had the idea to insert my penis into the elastic band on the menstrual belt used to hold the toilet paper. The small elastic band immediately pressed tightly against the base of my penis.

I wrapped the menstrual belt around my penis, then covered it with my bra and began another round of masturbation. The friction of the foreign object quickly produced a spasm I had never experienced before, and at the same time, my internal organs seemed to tense up. As I continued my movements, the sensation intensified, accompanied by an uncontrollable urge to urinate that struck me like lightning…

I felt I could no longer control myself, so I simply relaxed my tense nerves. Instantly, I felt a gush of urine being squeezed from under my buttocks, shooting straight into my urethra, gushing out uncontrollably to my surprise. The pleasure of that release was incomparable to the feeling of urinating. I stopped rubbing in astonishment, but the surge of energy didn't end with my cessation of movement. The spasms continued until they felt like my stomach was being emptied before slowly subsiding.

I was stunned by this sudden ejaculation; my mind was blank from the intense stimulation until my erect penis shrank back into a small screw, and my consciousness returned to normal. I didn't know how I had been able to urinate uncontrollably. Thinking I shouldn't soil the bedding, I quickly untied the object wrapped around my penis and unfolded it. Although I felt like I had urinated a lot, surprisingly, even the layers of cloth weren't soaked.

What puzzled me even more was that the liquid that peed onto my bra and menstrual pad wasn't smelly urine, but a pool of milky white mucus. At the time, I didn't know it was ejaculation. Looking at that unknown substance flowing from my body, I felt a chill of fear. It's pitiful that teenagers back then had almost no opportunity for sex education.

I spent the first few days in fear and anxiety. My body didn't feel any discomfort, and the ecstatic experience of that night was tempting me again, my desire gradually growing stronger… This cycle repeated itself, and I slowly developed a masturbation habit. Later, influenced by some claims that masturbation is harmful, I gradually lengthened the intervals between my masturbations.

In the days that followed, Mr. and Mrs. Zhao seemed to notice my actions. They began to be wary of this little pervert. The curtains in the room were no longer left open, the passionate lovemaking was quiet, the laundry was brought in early, and their suspicious eyes were constantly darting around. Looking back now, my little actions caused them quite a bit of trouble. Forgive me!

[Foreword]

This story is pieced together from my hazy memories; it contains elements of reality, but also the imprint of illusion. Time flies like a song, life is like a dream. In my spare time, I've sorted out some of my previously scattered memories and typed this article, hoping that those with similar experiences will contact me and reminisce about those "wonderful" years together.

[I] ※Turbulent Times Foster Early Maturity※

Xiao Fan, who should have been in third grade, was unable to attend school due to the "Ten Years of Turmoil" during the Cultural Revolution. His lack of knowledge and empty mind did not hinder his physical development. While his body was changing, his mind was increasingly focused on matters of the heart. This cannot be considered precocious puberty; consider this: a vibrant little boy, without anyone to instill beneficial knowledge, would surely have his "brains" grow in other directions.

The small town where Xiao Fan lived was originally a charming and beautiful place reminiscent of the Jiangnan region. However, due to the struggle between the two rebel factions of the "United Front," the peaceful town was plunged into chaos (those born in the 1950s and 60s might still vividly remember the armed conflicts of that time; however, young netizens today are largely unaware of this period of history. Ask your parents, and they'll know a thing or two). Xiao Fan's home, being adjacent to the county revolutionary committee, became a hotly contested area and was ultimately destroyed in the fighting. Forced to flee, they temporarily stayed at a closed commercial school outside the town.

This place was a veritable paradise; the campus was shaded by green trees, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, while outside lay farmland, teeming with butterflies and insects. Only the statue of the great man and the "Supreme Directive" on the wall reminded you of the era you lived in.

Xiao Fan, with only a few simple pieces of furniture and necessities, moved into a classroom partitioned off by beds. From then on, the empty classroom was often filled with Xiao Fan's childish voice reciting multiplication tables...

Along with Xiao Fan and his friends, other "refugees" from all over the small town also fled to the school for temporary accommodation, and the quiet and deserted school suddenly became lively. Next door to Xiao Fan's "home" lived an ordinary working-class family surnamed Cai. The Cai family had two daughters; the elder daughter was already of middle school age, fair-skinned and rarely spoke to Xiao Fan, who still often had a runny nose. However, the younger daughter, Cai Xiao'e, who was about the same age as Xiao Fan, had dark skin and wore two braids in her hair, and was Xiao Fan's close friend.

The children played and frolicked all day long, and wouldn't go home until it was completely dark. The adults, besides political studies and sit-in protests, had nothing else to do, so they often got into big fights because of the children's squabbles.

That evening, Xiao Fan and several other children were running around and playing tag on campus when a sudden commotion and crying coming from a classroom piqued their curiosity. When they reached the classroom door, they saw it was Xiao Mao's house, and a group of adults were pulling and breaking up a fight. The children pushed and shoved their way inside, but the scene inside made them hold their breath in shock.

Xiao Mao's father, blocked by several people, angrily rolled up his sleeves, still cursing, "Damn it, the kids are just playing around, what's wrong with me scolding them a bit? You stinking woman, you come to my bed..."

Xiao Fan then saw clearly that in the dim light, Li Juan's mother was lying sprawled on the bed, still grumbling, "The kids are fighting, what are you doing getting involved? And you're cursing so rudely, didn't you want to have sex with her mother? I'm lying here right now, so you can have sex with me..."

"You think I wouldn't dare? If you're so tough, don't get up, I'll fuck you to death!" Xiao Mao's father roared, trying to rush forward again, but the people around him forcibly pulled him back.

"I won't get up... Come on then! Do whatever you want!" Li Juan's mother continued to add fuel to the fire.

Xiao Fan and Cai Xiao'e huddled together. Xiao'e said, "Let's not watch anymore, let's go back, I'm scared..."

Xiao Fan grabbed her hand, "What are you scared of? There are so many adults here." At first, he thought this was much more exciting than standing on the playground watching shows like "Tunnel Warfare" or "Mine Warfare." But gradually, he started to hope that something would happen. They often used vulgar language like "fuck your mother, fuck your mother" when they argued, but Xiao Fan didn't really understand what "fuck" meant. Now, seeing the way Xiao Mao's dad and Li Juan's mom were acting, was it really going to happen?

Xiao Fan gripped Xiao E's hand, eagerly anticipating the two adults in the room, who were acting like fighting cocks, would become even more frenzied. Sure enough, Xiao Mao's father, blinded by lust and desire, broke free from his restraints and rushed to Li Juan's mother, who was lying on the bed...

Li Juan's mother was usually a woman who loved to curse, and seeing someone pulling at Xiao Mao's father, she became even more agitated, cursing incessantly while her hands, whether intentionally provocative or unintentionally showing off, somehow unzipped her pants, revealing two snow-white thighs to Xiao Mao's father...

Xiao Fan only saw a dazzling patch of white flesh in the dim light, and upon closer inspection, he saw that Li Juan's mother was only wearing a pink floral panty... Having grown up far from his parents and relying solely on his lonely grandfather, Xiao Fan rarely had the opportunity to see the body of a mature woman. At this moment, in this setting, Xiao Fan, who was just beginning to understand human nature, was somewhat distracted by the scene before him. He felt his urethra stirring with a warm current between his legs…

Actually, Li Juan's mother only dared to be so unrestrained because someone was holding Xiao Mao's father back. She thought that this was the only way to properly humiliate Xiao Mao's father, but little did she know that her actions would lead to a huge disaster…

【II】※Suspicion Arises over Sexual Affairs※

As mentioned earlier, Li Juan's mother brazenly took off her trousers on Xiao Mao's bed, thinking that this would humiliate Xiao Mao's father in front of everyone as an impotent man. But little did she know that when she revealed her snow-white thighs, even the inexperienced Xiao Fan felt a little hot-eyed and his heart raced, let alone the several grown men trying to break up the fight and Xiao Mao's father, who was burning with anger.

In that era of red worship, people's clothing was predominantly gray. Even on the hottest days, women wore only shirts and trousers, unlike today's girls who run around in tank tops and miniskirts. So back then, seeing a woman's bare thighs was a luxury, let alone her shapely calves. One can imagine the scene when a room full of men, usually bored out of their minds with nothing to do but criticize and re-educate, saw Lijuan's mother's fair, tender thighs.

They saw that Lijuan's mother had actually taken off her pants herself, and thought, "Heh heh... what's the point of this fight?" They weren't going to miss this spectacle, so they not only released Xiao Mao's father but also intentionally or unintentionally pushed him. Xiao Mao's father pounced on Lijuan's mother like an enraged lion...

"Ah..." Before Lijuan's mother could even cry out, Xiao'e beside her screamed, thinking that the two adults were about to fight to the death. Xiao Fan was already clearly aroused; he felt his penis throbbing and about to burst out of his pants. Unconsciously, he grabbed Xiao'e's hand and covered it...

Xiao'e's scream seemed to alert the adults, who realized that what was about to happen absolutely could not be seen by the children. So, they all came over and unceremoniously kicked Xiao Fan and the others out.

Xiao Fan was furious. He shook off Xiao'e and walked alone to the back of the classroom. Xiao'e followed him like a shadow, "Xiao Fan... Xiao Fan, why aren't you talking to me?"

"Still yelling, still yelling, so annoying!"

"What's wrong? I said I was scared, but you insisted on yelling... and now you're yelling at me."

Xiao Fan turned around and looked at the pitiful Xiao'e. He also felt that he was in the wrong, so he stopped and waited for Xiao'e to come closer. "Alright, you coward! What's there to be afraid of?"

"Didn't you see they're about to fight?"

"Fight? I love watching fights. Come on, let's go watch."

"They've closed all the doors."

"Idiot, come with me!"

Xiao Fan took Xiao'e's hand again, and the two went to the back of the classroom and tiptoed to the window of Xiao Mao's house. The classroom hadn't been used for a long time, and few of the window panes were intact. After Xiao Mao's family moved in, Xiao Mao's father painted the glass where there was glass and nailed wooden strips to the places where there was no glass.

At this moment, more intense shouts and curses came from inside the house, along with men's low growls and jeering laughter. Xiao Fan frantically clung to the windowsill, trying to find a place to look through. He found a few wider gaps in the wooden slats, but when he pressed his eye to them, they were all too far from the bed. The upper half of the window wasn't covered, but Xiao Fan was too short to see through it.

"Xiao Fan, come here..." The girl was observant; as Xiao Fan scratched his head, Xiao'e beckoned to him and called softly. Xiao Fan ran over and saw a perfectly sized pane of glass, its paint peeling, right in front of the bed.

He pressed his eye to it, and immediately a mass of white flesh came into view. Xiao Fan's heart pounded, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't Lijuan's mother's body! Ah! It turned out that Xiao Mao's father had also taken off his pants, still cursing, "You stubborn, soft-spoken bitch, I'll fuck you to death today!"

Xiao Fan was eager to see the parts of their bodies being manipulated, but a pile of books and newspapers on the windowsill blocked his view. He could only see that Li Juan's mother's arms were being held, but she was still spitting and cursing, "You bastard! You're serious? Ah... you accomplices! Ah... it hurts..."

Xiao Mao's father's buttocks began to move up and down, and the hands of several men next to him were also restlessly kneading and groping Li Juan's mother's body. "Haha! This woman's body is quite tender."

"Still cursing, now you must feel good."

"Hey! Old Li, how does it feel?"

"Needless to say, seeing how hard he's working, I want to fuck him too."

"Ah! You bunch of hooligans, I won't... um... um... um..."

"Crying now? Too late! I'll... I'll fuck you to death!"

The insane and chaotic conversation inside the room sounded crazy to Xiao Fan, but it was both novel and exciting to him. "Hehe, so what if you're going to fuck her? Why do you have to fuck her to death?" He smiled at Xiao'e, muttering in confusion.

"What did you see?" Xiao'e asked, looking up at him.

"Fucking her."

"Pervert." Xiao'e turned and left angrily.

Xiao Fan tried to stand on tiptoe to see something else, but apart from Xiao Mao's father's bare buttocks moving on Li Juan's mother, he saw nothing else. Xiao Fan felt that this scene was not as exciting as those crazy words. But at this moment, apart from Xiao Mao's father's fierce shouts of "Fuck you to death! Fuck you to death!", the only sound in the room was Li Juan's mother's crying.

Seeing nothing new to see here, and the noise only making him restless like an ant on a hot pan, Xiao Fan quickly caught up with Xiao'e and left the area.

Back in his classroom, his grandfather was already asleep, snoring loudly, seemingly in a dream. Xiao Fan quietly sat on his wooden bed, too lazy to pull up the covers or turn on the light, staring blankly at his blurry toes. This was understandable; the unexpected glimpse he'd gained that evening hadn't satisfied his curiosity, but rather fueled his wild imagination.

"Ah—" The door opened, revealing Xiao'e's slender figure…

【Three】※Self-taught※

"Why aren't you asleep?" Xiao Fan asked in a low voice.

"I heard Lijuan's mother still crying."

"You have super hearing! I didn't hear anything."

Xiao'e ignored Xiao Fan's sarcasm. She glanced at her grandfather, who was snoring loudly, and quietly moved to sit next to Xiao Fan on the edge of his bed. "Xiao Fan, what do you think they... were doing...?" "

I didn't see clearly."

"Then why were you watching so intently? You didn't see anything, you fool!"

Hearing Xiao'e mocking him, Xiao Fan retorted, "I just didn't see clearly, but I saw Xiao Mao's dad on top of Li Juan's mom."

"Say what you want, I didn't see anything anyway."

"You don't believe me?" Xiao Fan got impatient. He pushed Xiao'e down onto the bed and rolled over on top of her. "Like this."

Xiao'e didn't push him away. She supported Xiao Fan's not-so-heavy body and still whispered, "I've seen my parents like this on the bed before, but they weren't wearing clothes." "

Yes, Xiao Mao's dad was naked."

"Was it very painful?"

"Oh?"

"I heard Li Juan's mom crying and screaming."

"I don't know, how about we try?"

Seeing that Xiao'e didn't object, Xiao Fan got up and started taking off his clothes. Xiao'e sat up as well, unbuttoning her clothes as she said, "Don't hurt me, or I'll wake Grandpa if I cry."

"You little rascal... But I don't know if it will hurt. If it hurts, bite me, just don't cry."

Xiao'e nodded in the darkness, stripped naked, lay on the bed, and then pulled Xiao Fan: "Come on."

Xiao Fan then pressed himself against her naked...

When Xiao Fan was on top of Xiao'e, apart from the comfort and fun he felt from her warm and smooth skin, he didn't feel anything strange or stimulating, let alone pain.

"Do you want to move a little..." Xiao'e reminded him from below.

Xiao Fan then remembered his father Xiao Mao's vigorously heaving buttocks, so he imitated him and moved around. Sure enough, after a few movements, he felt pain...

It turned out that while he was moving, his little penis had unconsciously become aroused. So, as he struggled to find the right spot, his now small, rod-like member inadvertently pressed against Xiao'e's thigh. Xiao'e, of course, didn't react, but the bulging member protested, finding no place to go.

Xiao Fan, groping in the dark, moved his hand to Xiao'e's thigh: "You should leave some room for my 'bull' here," he said, his hand already touching the indented triangle.

"What's wrong with your 'bull'?"

"Feel it, it's different from usual."

Xiao'e's hand indeed touched a finger-like member: "Oh! It's grown bones... What should I do?"

"I don't know."

"Then put it here, I'll warm it up for you, see if it melts..." Saying this, Xiao'e spread her legs, making room for his member.

The warm, wet feeling between Xiao'e's legs made Xiao Fan feel much better, and he tentatively moved again, letting his member slide in and out between Xiao'e's legs.

Xiao'e obediently endured his sliding motions, only asking in confusion, "If you keep moving like this, when will it turn back?"

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Then it might only turn back when you feel pain," Xiao Fan said matter-of-factly, and Xiao'e believed him, letting him continue.

After a while, Xiao Fan grew bored with the monotonous ups and downs. He couldn't understand why those adults were so engrossed in this game. That's it, there must be some hidden mechanism. Xiao Fan pondered this and stopped the ups and downs, reaching down to investigate.

Sure enough, this hand felt different from Niu Niu's. His little penis poked and prodded aimlessly, but this hand revealed many secrets. At first, Xiao Fan only felt that the damp, warm area was smooth and refreshing, much better than his own. But when he reached deeper, Xiao'e cried out, "Ouch! It really hurts a little..." Xiao'e's legs involuntarily tightened...

Just as Xiao Fan was about to continue exploring, Xiao'e's older sister's shouting came from outside the classroom: "Xiao'e, where have you been! Come back to sleep!" Her sister's shout startled Xiao'e. She pushed Xiao Fan away, quickly put on her clothes, and only after her sister's voice faded away did she hurriedly slip out.

These past few days, Xiao Fan had been preoccupied with his unfinished business, neglecting his other friends while playing, spending all his time with Xiao'e.

That day, bathed in the bright sunshine, he and Xiao'e went to the rapeseed field outside the school where butterflies fluttered. The golden rapeseed flowers, set against the backdrop of the butterflies, adorned the landscape with exceptional beauty and fragrance. Two children were playfully chasing butterflies in the fields, but when they were panting and sweating, they still came up empty-handed.

They ran to a dry drainage ditch, and Xiao'e, panting, lost interest in catching butterflies. She leaned lazily against the ditch's embankment and said to Xiao Fan, "I'm exhausted, I'm not running with you anymore..."

"I'm exhausted too, butterflies are much harder to catch than you."

"Let's play something else."

"What?"

"Hmm... last night I saw my parents on the bed again."

"Really? How did they do it? Did you see clearly?"

"Of course, my dad was already asleep, and my mom came back from taking a shower and thought I was asleep too, so she started arguing with my dad."

"How did they argue?"

"You come here..." Xiao'e pulled him into the ditch, made him lie on the embankment, and said, "Now you be the dad, and I'll be the mom."

[IV] ※First Taste of Sex※

Xiao Fan nodded obediently, closed his eyes, and pretended to be his sleeping father.

"Hey, are the kids asleep?" Xiao'e came over and shook Xiao Fan, who had his eyes closed.

"I don't know." Xiao Fan stared blankly at her.

"Ugh!

That's not how it is." "Then what do

you want me to do?" "You're not awake yet. You can only speak when I wake you up, understand?"

"So troublesome..." Xiao Fan muttered and closed his eyes again.

Xiao'e began to carefully pull down his pants. Xiao Fan was afraid of making a mistake, so he obediently kept his eyes closed and let her take off his pants until he received Xiao'e's instructions.

Xiao'e pulled down Xiao Fan's pants with great effort, reached out and patted his curled-up penis a few times, then she bent down, opened her mouth, and took the lump of flesh into her mouth. Xiao Fan was startled. He didn't know what Xiao'e was going to do, but he didn't dare to say anything. He just squinted and watched Xiao'e, who was buried between his legs, how she would deal with the thing in her mouth.

Xiao'e held the lump of flesh in her mouth, kneaded it for a while, then spat it out. She then focused intently on the small, erect penis, sucking on her lips.

Xiao Fan hadn't expected Xiao'e to do this, and the series of actions truly aroused him. He thought to himself, "Xiao'e's father is so lucky; he should have woken up by now if he were playing this trick."

Sure enough, seeing that his penis was already quite aroused, Xiao'e released her grip, patted his face, and said, "Xiao Fan, get up, it's your turn to lick me." Xiao'e took off her pants and lay down on the embankment by the ditch, spreading her naked lower body towards Xiao Fan.

"Let me lick your pee-pee spot?"

"Of course, that's what my dad does."

Xiao Fan thought it made sense; Xiao'e had eaten his own urine-soaked calf, so he should return the favor to even things out. So he bent over, his buttocks covered in dirt, and, holding Xiao'e's legs, pressed his lips to the small, cracked peach-like opening.

Xiao Fan assumed this usually unseen peach must possess a magical deliciousness, but to his surprise, the seemingly vibrant pink area had a faint, sour smell. Xiao Fan took a breath, then stuck out his tongue and licked the two smooth mounds, seemingly without any discomfort. Xiao Fan boldly parted the crack with his hands, and the red, tender, and deep inside truly amazed him.

He first pressed his nose against it, forcing himself to adjust to the strong smell of urine, and then used his tongue to sweep the undulating opening back and forth from top to bottom and bottom to top. His actions may have touched a nerve with Xiao'e. She began to twist her body, trying to close her legs, but Xiao Fan, who had just begun to enjoy the sensation, wouldn't allow it. He stubbornly pressed Xiao'e's legs together, forcefully prying open the two tender, cartilaginous labia, and stretched out his tongue to lick the fresh, red crevice.

As Xiao Fan's tongue intensified its movements, he clearly felt Xiao'e's body tremble, and she let out a moan. Xiao Fan withdrew his tongue and asked cautiously, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

Xiao'e pressed his head down slightly, "No... it's just a little itchy..."

"I didn't scratch you, how could it be itchy?"

"Ugh, I want it... lick it a little deeper..." As she spoke, she spread her legs apart further.

Xiao Fan, following her lead, diligently probed the wet, red depths with his tongue. Xiao'e twisted her body, arching her buttocks upwards, and cried out, "Xiao Fan, it feels good..."

Xiao Fan didn't find it particularly comfortable or stimulating, but he was quite curious about the bottomless depths of that crevice. Ignoring the soreness at the base of his tongue, he still wanted to explore deeper, as if trying to break through that barrier...

Just as the game between the two little people was gradually going astray and becoming out of control, Xiao'e suddenly pushed away Xiao Fan, who was engrossed in his work, and hurriedly got up to find her clothes. Xiao Fan stood there dumbfounded, while Xiao'e urged him as she pulled on her pants, "Hurry up and put them on! Grandpa's coming."

Sure enough, his grandfather was walking towards them, picking fresh broad beans along the edge of the embankment. Xiao Fan frantically picked up his pants and pulled them on...

The two little ones following behind their grandfather chuckled and whispered, exchanging their experiences from the game: "Xiao Fan, did you enjoy it?"

"A little, how about you?"

"I felt so good, it was itchy... and a little sour, no wonder Mom said it was beautiful."

"But all I tasted was the smell of urine."

"Hehe... yours smelled like urine too..."

The two held hands, leaving behind their chattering and playful sounds...

The years that followed brought sudden changes. Without Xiao Fan's warning, his parents took him back to the provincial capital to attend school. Xiao Fan, with only hazy memories, felt no pain at breaking up with Xiao E. However, recalling that past, he still felt a pang of regret: why hadn't he used his penis to take Xiao E's virginity? Now, Xiao E, married, must be a wanton woman.

In this age of advanced communication, Xiao Fan had lost all contact with Xiao E…

[Preface]

This text describes the narrator's vague understanding of sex, the resulting distress and helplessness stemming from a lack of guidance and outlet for expression. This further fueled the narrator's curiosity and fantasies about sex, leading to the absurd consequences of pursuing so-called sexual stimulation through unorthodox means.

[I] ※Springtime Inside the Window※

Nowadays, most people live in self-contained high-rise buildings, many with security grilles installed. Little do they know, in my opinion, isn't this like locking themselves in a birdcage? Sigh… Thinking back now, my childhood was so much better. Living in a large courtyard, I could come and go as I pleased, free and unrestrained. Even now, I often reminisce about the memories that courtyard holds for me…

My family was very simple: my grandfather, my parents, and me. This seems to be the typical family composition nowadays, but I had no siblings. Fortunately, I grew up alone in a large courtyard with dozens of families. Back then, we were all a bunch of good-for-nothing “Little Red Guards” and “Red Army soldiers,” and our daily “homework” was to run around the courtyard like crazy, play like crazy, and grow like crazy.

Haha, was I happy? Of course, but I also had my share of troubles.

I remember one day, Xiaoping and I were sitting on a mat in the courtyard playing cat's cradle (a game still played today). We were playing it over and over, and Xiaoping got completely absorbed in it. As Xiaoping moved, her legs, clad in shorts, were in positions that made it hard for me to concentrate. My eyes involuntarily drifted towards the space between Xiaoping's open trouser legs.

My impression of that place was one of pristine whiteness, a cluster of rosy hues, two fleshy ridges, and a fleshy slit. Xiaoping had a string wrapped around her hand, waiting for me to take the bait. Seeing that I didn't move, she realized my gaze had been fixed on her for a while. She looked down at her posture, adjusted herself slightly with a hint of shyness, and then urged me, "What's so interesting? Want to play some more?"

Honestly, at the time, I didn't think there was anything interesting, so I continued playing with Xiaoping. But afterwards, as I slowly reflected on it, the impression became clearer and clearer. That unusual structure made me want to explore it again, but the problem was, where could I find another careless girl like Xiaoping?

Sigh… This strange question kept me daydreaming and absent-minded. Back then, schools didn't have any sex education classes; even boys and girls talking was a huge taboo. Parents at home would never mention the word "sex." Desperate to find out, I had to resort to unorthodox methods.

Opportunities weren't nonexistent; it was just a matter of how you seized them. Besides, there were dozens of households in the courtyard. My gaze gradually settled on the Zhao family, who lived across from mine.

The Zhao family consisted of a husband and wife with two children, a son of seven or eight and a daughter of five or six. Hey! You're not planning to "make an example" of the little girl, are you? Of course not. Since the Zhao family only lived in one house, the two children usually stayed with their grandfather.

In my memory, the couple was quite young, and their lifestyle was very avant-garde for the time. Their hand-cranked gramophone constantly blared "dirty" songs like "Night on the Prairie" and "Moscow Nights," and the two of them often cuddled and spun around in their home.

What intrigued me even more were the strange sounds of men shouting and women moaning that occasionally emanated from their house. I finally couldn't resist my curiosity and decided to find a chance to investigate.

That evening, a light drizzle was falling outside. The courtyard was deserted. Returning from the toilet, I passed by the Zhao family's window and heard laughter and playful banter coming from inside. Looking up at the window, I saw light shining from within, and a strong urge to peep arose within me. Considering the window's height, I knew I could easily see inside. So, I laboriously moved a thick brick from the corner of the wall and carefully placed it under my feet…

Honeycomb briquettes were stacked on the windowsill, only the top pane letting in light, and the floral curtains were only half-drawn. When I peered inside, my nose smeared with coal grime, the scene wasn't as lewd as I'd imagined, but the visual stimulation was unprecedented.

On the disheveled bed, the Zhao couple were naked, engaged in a physical struggle. Unfortunately, a curtain drawn in front of the bed concealed their lower bodies. All I could see was Old Zhao's burly body pressing down on his petite wife, and with each rise and fall of his body, the woman's naked breasts shimmered in my eyes.

I stood on tiptoe, trying to see more, but the two of them, while still in that position, suddenly collapsed, yelling and groaning. Old Zhao lay there panting for a while before getting up and holding the dangling thing in front of the woman. The woman reached for her flowery underwear from beside her pillow, grabbed the ugly black thing, and carefully wiped away some of the filth. Then she crumpled the underwear into a ball and wiped it between her legs, patting the man's buttocks: "Go to sleep now, you've peed. We have a study session early tomorrow morning, you can't be late."

Old Zhao, wearing slippers, went to the spittoon in the center of the room. Afraid of being discovered by Old Zhao while he was urinating, I nervously slid down the brick wall. But I was unwilling to give up on the final scene that was yet to unfold inside the house, so I turned around and went to the Zhao family's door, pressing my ear to the crack in the door to listen carefully to the sounds inside. But as the dripping of urine and the rustling of tidying the bedding disappeared, "click," the light in the house went out. I could only sigh with unsatisfied satisfaction and move back the brick I had used as a stepping stone.

The thrill of peeping made me restless, and every day I fantasized about seeing the mysterious parts of women. Finally, a chance encounter allowed me to feast my eyes on the secrets of many women...

【II】※A Feast for the Eyes in the Fields※

"Revolutionary soldiers must all remember the Three Main Rules of Discipline and the Eight Points for Attention. First, obey all commands in all actions, and only by moving in unison can we..."

Under the scorching sun, carrying a small basket, we sang all the way to Xiaojia Village in the suburbs. This was a social practice activity organized by the school for us to "receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants": to go to the countryside to help farmers glean wheat.

Leaving the campus, we were like a flock of birds released from their cages, joyfully fluttering towards the fields where only stubble remained. Scattered songs and playful shouts echoed in the sky. During breaks from work, the farmers brought out mung bean soup, and the students chattered excitedly around the pots and pans to cool off and quench their thirst…

Before long, I was so full of mung bean soup that I urgently needed to find a place to relieve myself. Boys can do it easily, so I turned and ran behind the earthen bank, holding my penis and letting it gush out. Suddenly, I saw several girls walking from the edge of the field towards a grove of trees. A thought flashed through my mind: they must be looking for a place to relieve themselves. Looking around to make sure no one was there, a strong urge pulled me to follow them…

I crouched down and quietly followed them. At the end of the grove, on a slope, stood a simple hut made of reed mats. It must have been built especially for these girls. I crept around the earthen slope to the back of the outhouse. Heh, this was practically the perfect spot for the Communist army to ambush the Japanese:

below the slope was a patch of wasteland overgrown with waist-high reeds, making it difficult for an outsider to spot a small person hiding there. Even better, the straw mats surrounding the outhouse were ravaged by excrement, their lower half already incomplete, providing ample visibility.

I crouched down in the grass, just two or three steps from the tattered reed mats, and silently began to observe from below. What followed certainly didn't disappoint. One after another, girls wearing cloth shoes squatted over the two makeshift latrine pits, eagerly displaying their snow-white buttocks to me. Those vulvas, even more clearly visible than Xiaoping's, were exposed before my eyes without any concealment, their labia constantly squeezing and expelling urine…

I held my breath, completely absorbed in the sight of these smooth, tender, newly-haired, pure and dazzling female genitals, until they giggled and left together. I remained there, stunned and breathless.

Watching their departing figures, I finally came to my senses and was about to get up and return to my group when I saw our teacher, Zhou, and a village woman walking towards us. A little fear mixed with more excitement made me unusually quick and alert as I scurried into the straw mat. I watched them laughing and talking as they went into the outhouse. Instantly, two buttocks, even more plump and colorful than the girls' buttocks, appeared from under the reed mat.

The buttocks on the left, with the yellow military pants down, must be Zhou's. From her exposed, dark vulva, I realized that women have a lot of hair there, and that tuft of hair even extended all the way to her anus. It wasn't until I was a few years older that I realized, from Ms. Zhou's thick body hair and the downy hair around her lips, that she was a woman with high levels of male hormones.

As Ms. Zhou finished urinating, I saw her anus bulging out of the pubic hair as she squeezed and moved, producing yellowish-brown feces that gradually thinned and lightened in color, eventually coming to an end. Perhaps because of the excessive hair, I couldn't clearly see Ms. Zhou's anus; the hair was covered in a lot of thin, yellowish feces, so she used a lot of toilet paper to repeatedly wipe and clean it…

When my gaze shifted to the buttocks of the peasant woman on the right, that sight gave me an unprecedented shock.

The peasant woman's buttocks were clearly much whiter than Ms. Zhou's. I only saw a sparse pubic hair at her vulva, and to my astonishment, her vulva was covered in bright red blood, with blood clots occasionally falling from the opening as she urinated. Although I vaguely knew that the flowing blood was called menstruation, I never imagined it would be so surging and terrifying. This experience made me especially caring and considerate towards my wife during her period later on… I watched intently as the peasant woman stuffed several strips of coarse black straw paper into a strip of floral cloth and tucked it between her legs…

“The sun sets in the west, the red clouds fly, the soldiers return to camp after target practice…” Singing the heroic “Returning from Target Practice,” our column returned to school. This familiar song, when I sang it today, had a completely different feel to it…

This spying in the fields was unprecedentedly stimulating and left an indelible impression on me; even now, recalling it still stirs up waves of excitement. The price was also “huge,” because I was away from the work site for a long time. At the post-work summary meeting, Teacher Zhou criticized me for being afraid of hardship and fatigue and not loving labor, thus disqualifying me from being among the first to join the “Red Guards.”

【Three】※Erotic Second Scene※

The repeated successes gave me a strong feeling and curiosity about sex. I often felt my penis would start to vibrate indiscriminately, and at night I would replay those chaotic images in my mind, unconsciously reaching out to soothe that restless little thing…

In the tenement, there was a girl named Wang Xin who was my princess. She was my age, with pearly white teeth and red lips, a rosy complexion, willow-leaf eyebrows that reached her temples, and thick black braids that reached her waist. Although her family wasn't very wealthy, she always dressed simply and neatly, wearing white nylon stockings and a pair of always-cleaned white plastic-soled cloth shoes. Underneath her blue coat, she would often wear various brightly colored shirts, those touches of pink and emerald green that always drew my gaze.

My pursuit of Wang Xin was one-sided; she was oblivious, focused on her studies. So the closest contact I ever had with her was during a game of hide-and-seek. Wang Xin became my captive. Amidst the playful noise, she tried to break free and run away, but when I caught her again, I naturally straddled her.

At first, it was just playful roughhousing, but as Wang Xin writhed beneath me, her soft, warm flesh stimulated my senses. I began to consciously wiggle my hips against her back to increase friction against my genitals. But as I reveled in that inexplicable pleasure, Wang Xin seemed to sense something. She suddenly got up and said to me, "It's too late, let's stop playing." Then she lowered her head, turned, and went home…

I don't know how to overcome my infatuation with Wang Xin. Looking back now, it was just an ignorant, natural expression of human nature, but this natural instinct was devastated by Wang Xin's indifference. To vent my desires and fill my emptiness, on a dark night, I finally reached out my "sinful" hand to the sanitary pads that Wang Xin had hung outside the window.

So-called sanitary panties were the underwear worn by girls during their periods back then. Because there were no convenient adhesive sanitary napkins like we have now, they mostly managed their periods by folding strips of toilet paper and stuffing them into menstrual belts. Sanitary panties eliminated the hassle of using menstrual belts. The crotch was made of a thin layer of waterproof and non-breathable rubber, and the ends were sewn with elastic, just like menstrual belts, to hold the toilet paper in place.

I still clearly remember that Wang Xin's sanitary panties were made of light yellow floral fabric. I treasured them and held them to my nose, but apart from a faint scent of soap and a hint of rubber, I couldn't detect the scent of a girl's genitals that I had imagined. Even so, they stayed under my pillow for a long time, gently soothing my restless heart.

However, at that time, I had neither the experience of ejaculation nor the urge to ejaculate. But as I, like a cat, harassed the neighbors day and night, the accumulation of what I saw and heard made that day's arrival imminent.

I remember the night before that historic moment, I was again inexplicably tempted by the light from Old Zhao's house and climbed onto his windowsill. What was hateful was that they had drawn the curtains tightly that day. Listening to the laughter inside, I wandered around his house restlessly, finally fixing my gaze on the glass window above the door frame where light was shining through.

Looking at the dark windows in the courtyard and listening to the snoring coming from every house, the light from the Zhao family's house seemed to torment me even more. The quiet courtyard emboldened me; I carefully moved a chair from my house and shakily climbed onto the Zhao family's doorframe.

From this elevated position, I once again witnessed the erotic scene inside. Looking down from the doorframe, the angle perfectly avoided the curtain across the bed, allowing a complete view of the room.

I saw a petite, slender woman, her shoulders and back bare, wearing only a white bra and red panties, sitting in front of the mirror on the table, letting her hair fall loose. Old Zhao leaned against the headboard, flipping through a magazine.

The woman removed her hair clip, combed her hair, and then got up and said to the man, "Go sleep inside."

"I want to read by the lamp."

"Ugh." The woman didn't insist anymore. She lifted the pillow, took out some toilet paper, and then walked to the spittoon in the middle of the room. I was wondering if the woman was going to defecate in the room. Then I saw her take off her underwear, revealing a red menstrual belt wrapped around her abdomen. I realized then that the woman was menstruating.

The woman sat on the spittoon, urinating while folding the toilet paper and threading it into the menstrual belt. As the "drip" stopped, she stood up, fastened the menstrual belt, and adjusted her swollen lower body before turning around and straddling the man to get into the bed. But just as she stepped over one leg, Old Zhao held up her buttocks, which were sticking out in front of the man, with his hand. "Why didn't you wipe after you peed? You just stuck the toilet paper on?"

"Isn't that toilet paper absorbent?" the woman replied, trying to move further in.

"Let me see how much you've sucked out?"

"Stop it, the blood's already flowing..."

"No, I have to see!"

The woman had no choice but to bend down and move back a bit, sticking her butt out for him, rubbing her bulging thighs against his face, and then turning back: "Is it done now?"

But Old Zhao didn't stop. He pulled the woman's panties and menstrual pads to the side...

From my angle, I couldn't see the woman's vulva, but I could imagine that the vulva displayed in front of Old Zhao must have been bloody and stimulating...

【IV】※A Moment in History※

Although there was no close-up, the posture and conversation of the man and woman in the room were enough to give this greenhorn a run for his money...

Sure enough, while Old Zhao was admiring the woman's vulva, he was still teasing her: "Hehe... so much water even on her period, look, it's already soaked through several layers as soon as I put it on."

"Who wants you to see it..." the woman said coquettishly.

Old Zhao grabbed her buttocks and pulled her back forcefully. "Come on, a little closer."

"What for?"

"What do you mean?"

"No, it's dirty..."

"I don't mind, but hurry up!"

The woman knew she couldn't resist him, so she straightened up, pulled down her underwear and hung it on one leg, then reached down and unfastened the menstrual belt from her lower abdomen. "Then take it out." She moved her knees back a little, bent down again, and pressed her buttocks close to the man's face. Old Zhao pulled the menstrual belt out from the woman's buttocks and draped it over her back, then buried his mouth in it and began to lick it with a "squeaking" sound.

My God! So Old Zhao likes this too! Looking at the exposed toilet paper, it wasn't covered in blood as I had imagined, just a slightly reddish damp stain. The woman tossed her menstrual belt onto the bedside and began to moan and groan in pleasure…

“Ouch…you rascal, be gentle…” she cried out, her body suddenly going limp, her arched back collapsing instantly. Following Old Zhao’s movements, she also lifted the blanket covering the man’s legs, revealing his underwear already bulging high.

The woman pulled his underwear down a bit, and the ugly thing sprang out. She first stroked and manipulated it with her hand, then actually opened her mouth and swallowed it…

This action greatly surprised me, standing on the chair; my legs seemed to go weak. I gripped the doorframe tightly, intending to continue watching the spectacle, when suddenly a door creaked open from somewhere. Forgetting the lewd scene inside, I quickly jumped down, grabbed a chair, and hid in a dark corner, my heart pounding wildly.

As expected, Old Qin’s cough and footsteps soon echoed from the backyard, “clattering” as he headed towards the toilet. Hearing footsteps enter the toilet, I wanted to climb up to see what was going on, but I was afraid Old Qin was just urinating and would be back soon, so I had no choice but to wait patiently. But that damned Old Qin didn't come out even after the Zhao family's lights were off. I had no choice but to carry my chair back, frustrated and disappointed…

The next day, my mind was foggy, constantly imagining the scene at the Zhao family's house. Until the afternoon, I saw the woman carry a basin of washed clothes from the sink and hang it on the wire in front of the door. Among them were her white bra and the bright red menstrual belt she had worn the night before. My nerves tightened as I waited for nightfall.

As darkness fell, the woman indeed didn't take down the clothes. Now was the perfect time to grab them! Without hesitation, I pocketed those two treasures.

Excitedly, I took the woman's belongings and quickly crawled into bed. First, I tried to smell them like Old Zhao had, but apart from a perfume scent on the bra, there was no unusual odor I was expecting. This didn't dampen my spirits. With my mind filled with vivid imagination, the two women's intimate items I was playing with seemed to possess endless allure. They inexplicably caused my penis to become unusually erect and swollen…

Holding my unprecedentedly erect penis, I naturally began to masturbate it. Waves of pleasure tempted me to stimulate it more intensely, so I suddenly had the idea to insert my penis into the elastic band on the menstrual belt used to hold the toilet paper. The small elastic band immediately pressed tightly against the base of my penis.

I wrapped the menstrual belt around my penis, then covered it with my bra and began another round of masturbation. The friction of the foreign object quickly produced a spasm I had never experienced before, and at the same time, my internal organs seemed to tense up. As I continued my movements, the sensation intensified, accompanied by an uncontrollable urge to urinate that struck me like lightning…

I felt I could no longer control myself, so I simply relaxed my tense nerves. Instantly, I felt a gush of urine being squeezed from under my buttocks, shooting straight up my urethra, gushing out uncontrollably to my surprise. The pleasure of that release was incomparable to the feeling of urinating. I stopped rubbing in astonishment, but the surge of pleasure didn't end with my cessation of movement. The spasms continued until they felt as if my abdomen had been emptied out before slowly subsiding.

I was stunned by the sudden ejaculation. My mind was blank from the intense stimulation until my erect penis turned into a small screw again, and my consciousness returned to normal. I didn't know why I had uncontrollably urinated. Thinking I shouldn't soil the bedding, I quickly untied the things wrapped around my penis and unfolded it. Although I felt like I had urinated a lot, the fabric wasn't even soaked.

What puzzled me even more was that the liquid on my bra and menstrual pad wasn't smelly urine, but a pool of milky white mucus. At the time, I didn't know that this was ejaculation. Looking at that pile of unknown stuff flowing out of my body, I felt a little scared. It's sad that teenagers at that time had almost no opportunity to receive sex education.

I spent the first few days in fear and anxiety. I didn't feel any physical discomfort, and the ecstatic experience that night was tempting me again. My desire gradually grew stronger... This cycle repeated itself, and I slowly developed a masturbation habit. Later, influenced by some claims that masturbation was harmful, I gradually lengthened the cycle of masturbation.

In the days that followed, Old Zhao and his wife seemed to sense my actions and began to be wary of this little pervert. They stopped leaving the curtains drawn, quieted down their passionate lovemaking, brought in the laundry early, and constantly watched me with suspicion. Looking back now, I realize my little tricks caused them quite a bit of trouble. Forgive me!

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