Jun, you gave me a memory of a cycle of reincarnation (Part 1)

Since registering an account on 69 in March 2015, I've always wanted to write down my experiences and share them with you all. However, considering my writing skills are truly unbearable to read, and given my own entrepreneurial journey, I've remained a lurking observer. Recently, work at my company has become less busy, so I've had some time to sit down and record my past in writing, giving myself a chance to reflect.
I returned to China in November 2005, and in March 2006, I found a job as a department manager in the network information department of a listed company.
Jun was a sales assistant, a year older than me, married, and did some clerical work within the department. She was beautiful, cheerful, and enthusiastic, and always completed the tasks assigned to her with high quality and efficiency. No one is perfect. Jun's breasts were practically nonexistent, but thankfully, she had my favorite plump hips and slim waist. Needless to say, everyone knows that this kind of figure is perfect for rear entry; with hands gripping her slim waist, the plump hips creating ripples upon impact—the visual impact is self-evident.
I won't go into the details, but my relationship with Jun was indeed closer than with other colleagues, though I didn't dare think too much about it.
In September of that year, on the day of the company's team-building event, I was already a bit tired after a five-hour bus ride. When I arrived at the hotel (department managers all had their own double rooms, while vice presidents and above had suites), I took a shower and prepared to rest.
"Hello, Da Qi (at the company, I was called Da Qi or Manager Qi), are you in your room?"
"Yes, I just finished showering and was about to take a nap. We're definitely going to drink tonight, so I need to get some rest!"
"Oh, who goes to sleep right after arriving? You're really something! I brought some fruit, I'll take it to you. You'll be drinking tonight, so replenish your sugar levels before you sleep, so you don't drink too much." This kind of thoughtfulness in a foreign place always feels sweet. I
did drink a little more than usual that day, but definitely not too much! I saw Jun on the left side of the hotel entrance after the party. Her face was slightly flushed, so she must have had some drinks too. I had originally planned to take a walk on the beach across the street to let the slightly salty sea breeze wash away the excess alcohol, but I didn't expect to run into Jun smoking there.
"Interested? Let's go for a walk!" Jun always took the initiative to speak to me first.
"I was just planning to go for a walk on the beach to sober up."
Perhaps because we were in a foreign place, or perhaps because of the slight effect of alcohol, Jun told me a lot during the walk, some happy, some unhappy, even talking about her husband's lack of sexual performance, but Jun was always very cheerful, without a trace of sadness. I have to say, being with Jun is always pleasant, until we both finished our cigarettes.
"Let's go back, it's too late, it's a bit chilly." I saw Jun put her arms around her shoulders.
"Okay, your manager has to have a half-day meeting tomorrow, let's go out and have some fun in the morning!" The moment I stood up, Jun put her hand in mine, and I didn't refuse, our hands were clasped together.
After showering, I habitually washed my underwear and socks and hung them to dry in the bathroom. My phone, lying next to the sink, lit up with a text message from Jun:
Jun: Can I come to your room to wash up? Yao Yao (another girl in the sales department) drank too much and threw up in the bathtub, so she can't shower, and the whole bathroom smells disgusting.
Me: Sure, whatever's convenient for you. I was just thinking of having tea on the balcony, I don't mind.
Jun: Okay, are you bringing your own toiletries or using the hotel's? If you're using the hotel's, I'll just bring my own. If you brought your own, I won't bring anything, I'll just come over.
Me: I brought my own toiletries, and I brought my own towel too.
Jun: Okay, open the door in 3 minutes, I won't ring the doorbell, I'm coming up now.
To be honest, after holding hands earlier, everything felt so natural, without any restraint or unease.
Jun rushed into the bathroom as soon as she came in. I grabbed my travel-sized tea set and hot water and went to the balcony. No matter how disgusted I felt inside, I had to pretend to be calm. If I succeeded, great; if not, it would be embarrassing for everyone.
After drinking four or five cups of tea, my mouth felt refreshed, and the dryness from the alcohol was gone. Just then, Jun came out of the bathroom wrapped in a large bath towel. Water droplets in her hair glistened under the light.
"You didn't hear me when I called you. Could you help me plug in the hairdryer? I've been trying for ages, it's a bit unreliable."
The scene before me made my heart pound and my throat burn, but I still pretended to be calm and walked from the balcony to the bathroom, with Jun following behind.
Just as I was fiddling with the plug, Jun wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, pressing half her face against my back. I couldn't tell if the wet patch on my white T-shirt was from my sweat or from Jun's hair. At that moment, who cared whether the plug worked or not? All I knew was that my glans was swollen and about to burst. Words were meaningless then, so I simply remained silent.
I turned around and we French kissed. Jun's tongue was soft and smooth, swirling around my tongue, sometimes sucking on it with her lips. Heaven knows how long we kissed, and I forgot when the large bath towel on Jun's body fell off. When I came to my senses, Jun was standing naked in front of me. Her nipples, still pink from not having had children, and her areolas small, were now folded together, and her nipples were hard. I bent down and took one nipple into my mouth, while my other hand kneaded the other breast and nipple. The half-sucking, half-biting motion made Jun let out a soft, ecstatic moan. Jun's hands were constantly stroking my head. My hand, which had been caressing her breasts, naturally slid down to Jun's hips, slowly moving towards her buttocks. Finally, I touched the plump, perky bottom I loved—so full and perky! I couldn't help but squeeze it hard, while simultaneously sucking on Jun's nipples. Jun's breathing became more rapid, and her moans grew louder.
I carried her, who had already closed her eyes, to the bed in a princess carry that no woman could resist. The French kiss began again. Jun was very proactive, rolling over and straddling me, pinning me beneath her. She started licking my nipples, gradually moving her tongue down to my abdomen. I became so excited I lost myself in the moment. Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation in my penis, and something began to tease the glans in circles. The itch shot straight to my heart. I could feel Jun's saliva flowing down my testicles onto the bed. Jun's head began to move rhythmically up and down, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes stopping to circle the glans with her tongue. At that moment, I felt like I was floating on clouds. Jun slowly brought her mouth to my testicles and gently took them into her mouth. Her right hand gripped my penis and began to stroke it up and down. The feeling was indescribable; I can only describe it as incredibly pleasurable. It felt like a long time had passed. Jun spat out my testicles, squinted at me and smiled, still speechless. I reached out and cupped Jun's chin, bringing it to my lips to kiss her. Jun then used her right hand to guide my penis, placing the glans at the entrance of her vagina, and slowly sat down. With a soft "ah" from Jun, my entire penis slid into her vagina without reservation, and I could feel the glans hitting something. At this moment, Jun began to sit on my lap with abandon, moving up and down, controlling the rhythm with deep and shallow thrusts. Unexpectedly, Jun's vagina was very lubricated; I could feel my inner thighs getting wet. Jun straightened up again, her hands supporting my legs behind her, and began to rock back and forth rapidly. I noticed that when my glans touched something inside her vagina, Jun would moan the loudest. Fortunately, she found that spot and began to twist her slender waist rapidly. As the movements became faster, her moans became faster and louder. Suddenly, her legs clamped tightly around my waist, and she stopped as if frozen. Her moans slowed and became softer. Then she lay on top of me, our tongues intertwined again.
"Daqi, I've come! It feels so good! I haven't felt this way in so long! My vagina is completely filled by you. How about you? Do you feel good?"
"It's wonderful, I feel so enveloped by you, and it's been so long since I've had sex." I had just returned to China and hadn't considered marriage, nor did I have a girlfriend. I just wanted to enjoy myself for a few more years while I was still young.
"When your thing touched my clitoris just now, I went completely limp, a tingling, electric sensation spread throughout my body. You're amazing, Daqi, I want to say I love you!"
I really didn't know if her saying she loved me was a good thing or a bad thing, whether it was a post-orgasmic impulse or a genuine feeling. I didn't know whether I should answer her, so I simply didn't say anything, rolled over and pinned her beneath me, pressing my lips tightly together again, and simultaneously thrusting my penis into her vagina once more. With my penetration, Jun arched her back, then closed her eyes, ready to continue enjoying herself. I must say, Jun's vagina was incredibly wet, slippery, warm, and incredibly comfortable. My sexual experience wasn't very extensive, and I mechanically performed the thrusting motions, pushing my entire penis to the tip with each stroke. Jun's moans were quite pleasant, which further stimulated my attack. As my movements became faster and faster, Jun suddenly frowned, shut her mouth tightly, and stopped breathing. Her hands gripped my arms tighter and tighter. After a short while, Jun cried out as if she were crying,
"Daqi, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm having an orgasm, it feels so good, don't stop, don't stop, again, keep going, the deeper the better, faster, don't stop..." I was completely stunned by the woman beneath me. Was this how she should react during our first time having sex?! So, I used my arms to lift Jun's legs and pressed myself against her body. Jun's labia were completely exposed to me. I continued my thrusting motion, and I could feel my glans rubbing against the front wall of Jun's vagina. This made Jun's moans more and more urgent. This position was also very stimulating to my glans, and I started to thrust faster and faster. I don't know how long I fucked (who watches the clock during sex?), but Jun suddenly said urgently, "Honey, I need to pee, I can't hold it anymore..." This "honey" startled me. I subconsciously looked behind me and stopped. Seeing that I had stopped and that I had turned around, Jun smiled like a girl in her first love and urged me to continue.
"Didn't you need to pee? Go ahead, don't hold it in." I was actually explaining why I had stopped.
“If you stop, I don’t want to go anymore. It’s when your glans rubs against my vagina that I feel like I need to pee. Don’t stop, keep going. It’s really enjoyable. I haven’t felt this way in so long.” I’ve heard the word “so long” twice now. It seems that it’s so hard for women of Jun’s age to not have sex.
I continued to fuck her with the same movements, and I forgot to ask if her legs were tired.
“Daqi, don’t laugh at me! Ah… ah… ah…” With her rapid moans, a stream of hot liquid sprayed onto my lower abdomen and the point where my penis met. I was also driven by lust. As she sprayed, I continued to fuck her cunt hard.
“It feels so good. I just want to pee, but I don’t want you to stop!” With her words, I stopped inserting my penis into her vagina. “My husband says this is squirting. He made me squirt with a dildo. This kind of cum feeling is really amazing, but you have to promise not to laugh at me.” At this moment, what I was thinking about was how I was going to sleep on this wet bed.
"No, why would I laugh at you? Sex is about satisfying physical needs, so do whatever feels good!" I didn't know if what I said was sincere or just a lie; I didn't care about anything else.
I pulled her off the bed and onto the sofa by the window. I manipulated her body wantonly, arranging her in the positions I wanted. Jun was very obedient and compliant, holding onto the back of the sofa with both hands, sticking her plump buttocks up towards me. Seeing those plump buttocks and slender waist from behind, I held her plump buttocks with my left hand and thrust my penis into Jun's plump vagina with my right. Then, I grabbed Jun's slender waist with both hands. It's no exaggeration to say that my hands gripped about two-thirds of her waist. I didn't care about the rest. I grabbed her slender waist and pulled her back hard, while my waist thrust forward with all my might. The amplitude and frequency of my thrusts were rapid from the very beginning.
Jun seemed unable to bear the position. "Gently, gently, Daqi, I can't take it anymore, I feel like you're about to penetrate me completely."
"Do you still want to pee?" I asked, my expression a mixture of pride and lewdness. I could feel it myself. I was proud that I had made her squirt, and lewd that I was about to play with this woman who had offered herself to me.
"I don't want to pee, but this position is more comfortable than any other. It's a kind of torturous comfort, like an animal being penetrated from behind. It's a bit torturous, but it feels really good." As she spoke, I didn't slow down. I felt my semen had already reached the base of my penis, and with a little more effort, it would gush out. How could I slow down? The flesh on her plump buttocks rippled in waves, making me feel like a wild beast possessing this woman. Jun pushed against my thigh with her right hand, as if controlling the depth of my penetration, her throat emitting moans that sounded like crying, making my blood boil.
"Damn, are you satisfied? Damn, did I fuck you good?"
"Shoot, I'm so satisfied tonight, shoot, shoot it all inside, darling, don't take it out, shoot it all inside." As she spoke, she kept moaning "Ah... Ah... Ah..." When I looked at her again, her head was on the armrest, her left hand seemed to be rubbing her not-so-large breasts, and her right hand was still pushing against my thigh.
With a muffled roar, I inserted my entire penis into Jun's vagina, and the semen that had been stored up for a long time shot out in spurts. After I ejaculated, Jun was still panting heavily. With her moans subsiding, I continued to thrust a few more times until my penis gradually softened before I pulled it out, and then the semen flowed out as well.
"Go wash up, your penis is covered in my vaginal fluid." After saying that, Jun lay down on the sofa.
After showering, I didn't put on my underwear. I sat down next to Jun, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit two, and handed one to her. I stroked her hair, feeling a mix of emotions. Jun held the cigarette but didn't smoke it. As she straightened up, I saw my semen run down her thigh. She knelt between my legs, used her free hand to lift my limp penis, and put it in her mouth to suckle. As she sucked, she said, "I'll massage you after I ejaculate. I'll take care of it afterward, so don't blame me if it breaks later." She smiled mischievously at me a few times, then put my penis back in her mouth. After about half a cigarette's worth of time, Jun got up and sat down next to me. We sat facing each other in silence, taking puffs of our cigarettes.
That night, Jun didn't go back to her room. When she came out, she didn't have her room key. She smoked, chatted, and drank tea. During this time, Jun took a short-acting birth control pill. "In these things, if women take the initiative, the success rate is higher," Jun said with a smile as she went into the bathroom
. The sound of the shower was a bit jarring; it turned out this was Jun's "scheme." They didn't fall asleep until after 1 a.m. When I woke up, I was alone in bed. My colleagues told me she was the first one to go to the hotel restaurant for the buffet breakfast.

I don't want to say whether all of this is real or just my imagination; I just want to write it all down. Skeptical readers can just laugh it off.
On May 19, 2018, Jun left this world. She was 41 years old when she passed away. In these 12 years, no one knows what we went through. Just like when we made love at the beginning, I haven't said "I love you" to her in these 12 years, and she hasn't made that request or said it since then.
In 2018, I was 40 years old and single...
(Flashback, to be continued...)

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