By chance, she met

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Many men have had the experience of chatting with girls on QQ about sex. Back in my school days, every weekend night I would spend in chat rooms in various cities and universities trying to pick up girls. The girls in these chat rooms were very popular; on average, each girl had ten men chasing after her. It was usually private chatting, but the public chat screen would display

messages like, "Why aren't you replying to me?" When I joined, I would usually send each girl a message: "Are you busy? Want to chat?" I'd send twenty or thirty messages, and usually only three or five would say they weren't busy. Some would even say "Get lost" when I mentioned sex. But I could still find one or two willing to chat. They would ask some explicit questions, like: "Are you a virgin? How many men have you slept with? Does masturbation feel good?" It seems boring now, but back then you could ask anything you wanted to know, and most girls were willing to answer. Speaking of which, if anyone has had a similar experience, please reply.

Later, I met some girls who, after adding me as a friend, didn't want to talk about these things. Their only request was: to watch porn.

Thanks to QQ's awesome playback function, I've been showing all the best videos stored on my computer to the girls on the other end of the internet. Even though they might be incredibly ugly, I try to imagine them as one of the more attractive classmates—that's what makes it fun.

I even created a separate QQ account to chat with these girls. We talk about sex and share videos. One girl was very cooperative; let's call her Y. From our previous chats, I learned she's still a virgin, her boyfriend has touched her breasts, she masturbates, she watches handsome guys on the basketball court without a bra, and she French kisses her boyfriend, but he won't let her touch her breasts. She's the early bloomer type, still a bit reserved. She's

a junior in college and often asks me questions about sex, like "Will this happen?" or "Will that happen?" I'm a senior, still a virgin, what do I know? But I bragged about having slept with two girls and being experienced, but it was really just the same experience I gained from watching videos. I taught her how to give a blowjob (actually, I was hoping she'd give me one), I told her it takes technique to get a woman to orgasm, and I could guarantee success… Gradually, she joined in watching videos. She was cooperative because, unlike the other girls who rarely spoke, she was very active. She often discussed with me whether the male actors or female actors enjoyed it, whether semen tasted good, and whether it was satisfying to drink the male actor's semen. She said her breasts could hold a penis, and that female actors' figures weren't as good as hers, etc. Sometimes she'd say she got wet while watching, and I told her she couldn't be wet alone; she should sleep with her boyfriend, or come sleep with me. I even studied video editing and used RealProducer to create a blowjob compilation for her, containing 20 top-quality blowjob clips from female actors.

After a while, she said she gave her boyfriend blowjobs, outdoors. Damn, did her boyfriend know I was the one who trained her? Not long after, she lost her virginity. Long

after graduation, I used this to pick up girls less often on QQ. Occasionally we'd chat again, but most of the girls would turn their backs on me, saying they didn't remember me at all. Damn, I was their mentor! Besides Xiao Y, we started chatting again when she came online. She said she was busy with graduation matters.

I asked her, "Is it getting better and better, and you can't stop?"

She said, "Hehe, it's not that exaggerated." "How's your boyfriend? He's exhausted from having a younger sister." I actually wanted to know how many people she had slept with. "I'm not that good." "I'm afraid he couldn't satisfy your appetite, so you changed partners."

"How do you know? I changed partners a long time ago. " "

You have a big appetite after all."

"No, the last one was too promiscuous. Once, when he was enjoying oral sex, he called out another girl's name." "

Was that girl sexier than you?" "I was sexier than her, so I changed partners."

I understood. Xiao Y was her ex-boyfriend's second girlfriend.

"At least she didn't sleep with anyone else after she met you, so why did you dump him? Is your current boyfriend a virgin when you met him?" "Anyway, I was unhappy at the time, but I got over it."

"I think you just want to sleep with more men. I made you bad." ... And so, we chatted on and off for several years, exchanging sexual experiences and such.

Once, while on a business trip back to S City, where I studied, a colleague messaged me on QQ while I was in the hotel. He asked if I had some certain information, and I sent it to him via QQ. After a long time, the speed was only a few kilobytes per second. He said that even if I sent it all night, it wouldn't be finished, and suggested I send it directly to his girlfriend. I had met his girlfriend before, because we worked at a company. A few of us who graduated from S City would occasionally get together, less than once a year. This guy had a master's degree, and his girlfriend was still pursuing her master's in S City. Our conversations were mostly about regretting not buying a house near the university when we were studying, and how much it would have increased in value. His girlfriend wore high heels, was about 1.7 meters tall, had shoulder-length hair, a pink chiffon blouse with the collar turned up, a white knee-length pencil skirt, and a black belt. She looked like a typical office lady, but her mannerisms were like a student.

When we were toasting, I walked up to her and tried to peek inside her blouse, but unfortunately, her clothes were too tight to see anything.

When I went to the restroom, she was washing her hands, standing by the sink, bending over and sticking her butt out. My penis instantly hardened. A woman with even a little bit of attractiveness is best off not bending over in front of me, otherwise I really want to hold my buttocks and thrust inside.

I pressed down a bit and went in to pee. During dinner, taking advantage of the crowd leaving, I squeezed behind her. In that one second, I took a deep breath to smell her scent, and simultaneously felt her float past my penis. That's my impression of her girlfriend. If the internet speed were fast, I wouldn't have found out her girlfriend's QQ number.

I had my QQ and my alternate account (the dating QQ) open at the time. When adding friends, I accidentally used the dating QQ's search function, and what happened next gave me a moment of shock. The search showed that I already had this friend, it was Xiao Y.

You don't believe it, and I don't believe it either. I use an alternate QQ account to date, and I believe many girls have private QQ accounts too.

Why are Xiao Y and his girlfriend's QQ numbers the same? I haven't used QQ (a dating app) to chat up girls in a long time; I wouldn't have used it if I wasn't bored in the hotel. I saw that she wasn't online. So I asked, "Is your girlfriend online now?" She said, "Yes." I asked again if I was in a hurry, and she said, "I can give it to her anytime these days, since you're in S City." I said, "It's too late today, I'm going to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

I was very excited, thinking of many plans. If I sent it directly to her using the official QQ account, I would lose everything. Immediately, I devised a plan.

I said to Y on QQ (a chat platform for flirting): "Since you're here, why aren't you saying anything?" "Oh, it's you." "Long time no see."

"I'm on QQ all the time, you're not."

"Even when I am, you're still invisible and ignoring me."

"Hehe."

"You've changed boyfriends again, haven't you?" The first one was her classmate, the second was a graduate student, and my colleague is probably the nth one. "Hehe." "Can he satisfy you? How long at a time?"

"At least an hour."

I thought to myself, even he takes that long, he's skinny like a monkey, I could crush him in the lotus position.

I asked again, "How many times a week?"

"My boyfriend is out of town."

"Then you can only masturbate every day."

While we were chatting, I said we hadn't watched porn together in a long time, and she said she wasn't really interested in watching anymore. I said, "Want to see my selfies?" She said, "I won't take selfies for you." I sent her a RAR file.

"Why is there a password?"

"It contains me, of course it's a secret, I'll definitely give you the password tomorrow." I said this because I was afraid she would delete the file.

Then I added her on QQ with my real account and told her he asked me to give you something. I originally wanted to find an opportunity to treat her to dinner, but when she heard I was in S city on a business trip, she insisted on treating me to dinner, saying I could choose the place. I said XX Western restaurant, and it would be on me.

During dinner, she was dressed like a student, except her legs were showing too much, in strappy sandals. She was hard the whole time. I treated it like a date; red wine, Western food, chocolate. We talked a lot, mostly about my work in the city since graduation, getting married to my boyfriend, buying a house, etc. We ate until after 8 pm, then I asked her to see a 9 pm movie. After the movie, I walked her to her dorm, and I leaned close and said, "Don't tell XX about what happened today." In that instant, I took another deep breath, savoring her scent, savoring this woman I'd been chatting with since I was 20, a virgin, until she was 25, had slept with three men, watched porn, and was taught oral sex—that moment was meaningful. Her reaction was equally meaningful; she smiled at me and nodded slightly. What happened next almost ruined things. I said, "I sent you the stuff last night; the password is 123456." Her eyes widened in confusion for a moment, then she looked shocked, ignored me, and went into her dorm.

I was annoyed and went back to the hotel. I thought, if I hadn't told her the truth, I think I could have gotten her.

My original intention was to confess at the restaurant, just to see her reaction. I opened QQ and told her everything about the coincidence. The next day, she texted me: "What do you want? Don't contact me again, understand?" I checked my QQ and saw she had blocked me. I replied: "I have five years of chat history." I felt like I was threatening her. "What do you want?" "I'll treat you to dinner." Another day passed, and it was dinner time. To my surprise, she had a smile on her face. The conversation was about politely telling me not to bother her, otherwise it would be difficult to meet in the future. To be honest, this woman's seriousness was a little scary.

"It's good that you're not angry. How did you manage that? I'm not threatening you, I didn't mean anything else." "What else could you mean? It's just about meeting female netizens." I suddenly realized that I had once bragged to her about meeting female netizens, having dinner, and then sleeping with them. In my boasting, I only went to pretty ones, and it was supposed to be incredibly pleasurable. But those were all boasts from my student days, and I had almost forgotten them. So in her mind, I just wanted to sleep with her, and the date plus the threat was just a double guarantee. Actually, that's pretty much it, but I didn't intend to threaten her; I just wanted to see her reaction. So it just became her rejecting a man's request to sleep with her, nothing to be afraid of.

I told her, "You're right, don't worry, I won't resort to threats."

After dinner, I invited her to a movie, and she agreed. I was surprised; there was something going on. Luckily, it was a bad movie, so I could distract myself and do other things; some people in the theater were already asleep.

I casually touched her hand, slowly taking her small hand, but she pulled away. I leaned in and whispered, "That's all I can do. I won't tell XX anything that happened." Without giving her a chance to react, I put my tongue inside her, and after three seconds, she relaxed. I could hold her hand now, and our tongues intertwined. After a few minutes of questioning, we watched another movie. So what if someone saw us? Who would know us? I deliberately chose a place far from her school but close to my hotel. I tried kissing her again, my hands also caressing her thighs. I lifted her skirt, my fingers tickling her inner thighs, and she made soft moaning sounds. I pulled my tongue out and asked her, "Can you even watch a bad movie?" She nodded.

We went to the hotel, and I could tell she regretted it.

I asked her, "Have you ever squirted? " "

No,

" I said truthfully. In the past few years, my sexual experience can be summarized as follows: I graduated as a virgin, and when I first started working, I was slept with by an older woman at the company. I trained her for half a year, honing my skills, and also slept with several other older and younger women at the company. I've had several girlfriends. I have no history of prostitution. I can make older women weak in the knees. Of the ten or so women I've slept with, 75% squirted under my training. But my penis was a bit hard in the movie theater; I needed a break.

I pulled her over for a French kiss, and it seemed she had forgotten all her unhappiness.

"You haven't had a man for months. Are you looking for someone else or masturbating?"

She didn't answer, just looked at me, her eyes telling me she hadn't been with a man in a long time. I took a step back, keeping a distance from her. "Take a shower first," I said.

She leaned closer, wanting me to help her undress. I pushed her away. I took mine off myself. My top was completely off in an instant, then my underwear and outer pants were completely bare, and then I took off my shoes and socks, my penis sticking out. I'm quite confident in my looks and figure; otherwise, that mature woman at the company wouldn't have chosen me, and I wouldn't have been able to sleep with so many women so easily.

I wanted her to slowly undress in front of me; I enjoy watching that process, but she clearly wouldn't allow it. I wanted to strip her naked immediately and force myself to give her oral sex. But I restrained myself; I wanted to give her a good "service."

I stroked her as I took off her clothes; she took off her underwear herself, it must have been soaking wet. Once completely naked, her figure was indeed as she described, her breasts a C-cup. Perhaps wanting to show off, she stood on tiptoe, rubbing her breasts against my chest, swaying from side to side, slowly sliding down to my abdomen. I thought she was going to clamp my penis, but instead, she flipped over and French kissed me. I grabbed her buttocks with both hands, and she immediately tensed her gluteal muscles. I ran my middle finger along the cleft of her buttocks, and when I reached her anus, she shuddered. I moved forward a little and touched something soft and slippery; it must have been soaking wet.

I pushed her into the bathroom and said, "Let's wash up first." She turned around and took the showerhead to wash her lower body. Then, at my request, she helped me wash as well. After such a long rest, I felt ready. I dried myself off and began to attack her standing up—tongue, ears, neck, collarbone, nipples. I flipped her over, grabbed her breasts from behind, and pressed my penis against her buttocks. Her buttocks kept rotating, indicating that she was no longer ready.

She was relatively short after taking off her shoes, so I had to assume a horse stance to enter from behind. I deliberately lingered at the entrance for a long time before entering quickly and decisively. She shuddered violently and made an "uh" sound—was that a sign of desire? Once inside, I thrust in and out at a frequency of three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, and slowly straightened up, only able to press her down, her buttocks sticking up high, her hands holding onto the sink. She stood on tiptoe, her thigh muscles tensing to meet my thrusts. Little Y's looks were a 70 out of 100; decent-looking, not exceptionally beautiful. Her most striking features were her large breasts and smooth, soft skin all over her body. I really wanted to do something with her breasts, but not now. I wanted to play with her, so I had to control my breathing and try to distract myself.

I slapped her buttocks, carefully controlling the force to make her feel a slight pain. She turned her head and asked why I hit her. "Didn't I teach you before?" I said, having learned it from porn, which would enhance my sense of conquest.

The bathroom was all cold stone. I pulled out, and she asked, "Did you cum?" "Let's change battlefields," I said. I walked to the bed, arranging it in a "train bento" position. I was sure her current boyfriend's small frame wouldn't be able to handle this position. Her rounded thighs and breasts were there; at 164cm tall, she probably weighed at least 100 pounds. "Tell me if you can't hold on any longer," I said, thrusting my hips forward. Just as she was about to pull out my 15cm penis, it swung back in time, and I used the momentum to thrust all the way in. The stimulation and speed were unprecedented for her. With each thrust, she cried out: "Ah, ah, ah, ah ah, ah ah ah."

How many girls have experienced this position, legs draped over a man's arms, unable to move, arms wrapped around his neck, unable to let go? Being tossed around, the pleasure between her legs making her scream loudly, it probably felt like being raped on a roller coaster.

Slowly, I felt her hands loosen a little, her legs slip a little, because she was covered in sweat, and she kept crying out, "Ah, ah." I stopped, trying to lift her up, but she kept crying out, "Ah, ah," her vagina clenching and trembling. She yelled at me, "Don't stop, ah, don't stop, ah." She was 90% orgasmic now. I didn't expect her to orgasm so quickly, because I hadn't changed positions enough. And this position couldn't be too frequent, so I quickly put her on the bed and started penetrating her, so I could penetrate her twice per second. She screamed frantically: "No... ah... have mercy on me... ah... ah..." I followed her rhythm and shouted in her ear: "Ah... ah," making her think I was about to ejaculate too. I pretended to climax with her and slowly pulled out.

I laid her on the bed, went to the bathroom, took off my condom, washed my penis with cold water, and came out. She saw me and said, "You're up again." I went over and pulled her up, indicating that I still wanted to do it, but she refused while standing up. I had to do it standing up; I was used to doing it standing up until the woman's legs went weak. I wouldn't stop as long as the woman could stand up.

I positioned her from behind, lifting one leg and turning her to the side. It would be great if she could do the splits, but even if she couldn't, it would still be fine. This stimulated the side walls of her vagina. She started moaning, begging me to stop. Less than a minute later, she couldn't stand anymore and slid off, collapsing to the floor. I immediately laid her on the bed and knelt down, using my fingers to stimulate her vagina. She cried out, "Ahhh, ahhh, don't do this... ahhh, I need to pee!" Within seconds, a large amount of fluid gushed out.

I looked at her; she was smiling at me. I told her, "You squirted." She closed her eyes; I knew she was tired. I told her, "Let's rest later. You sleep here tonight. I haven't ejaculated yet." Then I positioned myself on the bed in a "Tai" position. She crawled over and started giving me oral sex. I said, "Be serious, do your best."

She buried her head and began to suckle. I knew she was tired; continuing for too long would bore her. So, after she finished all the different positions with her mouth, I relaxed and ejaculated into her mouth. She raised her head, played with the semen with her tongue for a while, then swallowed it in one gulp, and immediately took my still-erect penis into her mouth.

I had taught her this; I told her that when I was dating online girls, if they were satisfied, they would swallow my semen.

[The End]

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