A young girl I slept with

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Many people, including myself, don't know what "touching a goose" means. Although I'd often heard friends mention it in drunken chatter, I only had a vague idea—that it was a service similar to prostitution. Today, driven by curiosity, I finally experienced it for myself.
Around 2 PM, after a hearty meal and drinks, my friends suggested going to karaoke. But on the way, they suddenly changed their minds, and two of them suggested "touching a goose." I didn't want to go; I was a little dizzy from drinking and wanted to go home and rest. But driven by curiosity, I didn't object, so the four of us drove to a small town more than 40 kilometers away.
My two friends had been there before and led us to a gated courtyard with a tightly closed entrance. One of them got out of the car and knocked, and a middle-aged woman quickly opened a small door. Recognizing us as acquaintances, she relaxed her guard and opened the main gate, letting us drive the car into the courtyard. The courtyard resembled an abandoned factory that had been renovated. The middle-aged woman led us into her simple office, which contained two single beds and a desk. On the desk were a television and a computer, the computer screen showing the front door being monitored by a security camera. The woman greeted us and called out several girls. These girls were all quite young, probably between sixteen and nineteen, their faces still showing signs of immaturity. After my friend negotiated a price with the woman, the girls led us into a larger room. The room's facilities could only be described as rudimentary. Several high-backed sofas lined the walls, and in the center was a very basic sound system.
The room was practically dark; the only light source was the central LCD monitor. My friends each pulled a girl to sit on a sofa in the corner. I stayed with a girl in a black dress; her youthful face suggested she was quite young.
We sat on the sofa closest to the speakers. Being in such a place for the first time, I felt a little awkward, unsure how to proceed or even what to say to break the silence. She seemed to have seen everything. She asked, "Is this your first time here?" I replied, "Yes, I've often heard people talk about 'touching geese,' but I didn't know what it was like, so I came to see." She said, "You'll understand when you see what everyone else is doing." I then looked around at the corners of the room. My eyes had adjusted to the dim light, and I saw several people busily engaged in their activities. Their hands were restlessly roaming over the girls' bodies. I finally couldn't resist any longer and pulled a girl into my arms, my other hand caressing her breasts through her thin shirt. Seeing that she didn't object, I slipped my hand inside her shirt collar, touching her firm and elastic breasts while kneading her small, bean-sized nipples with my fingers. She occasionally let out soft moans as I massaged her. I then placed my hand on her smooth thigh clad in stockings, slowly moving towards the triangle area at the base of her thigh. Just as my hand was about to reach that small mound, she grabbed it tightly with one hand. I could only kiss her earlobes and neck while my hand meandered around the base of her thighs. Just as she relaxed her guard, my hand finally covered that alluring little mound of flesh. I rubbed my fingers back and forth in her slit, and even through the stockings and panties, I could still feel the slight damp heat emanating from it. Under my caresses, her body began to slowly twist, and I seized the opportunity to slowly move my hand to her smooth lower abdomen, gently stroking it from top to bottom, my palm slowly slipping inside her panties. Little by little, I touched that alluring peach blossom opening. Her legs reflexively pressed tightly together. I soothed her with kisses while caressing wherever my fingers could reach. She slowly opened her legs to cooperate with my movements. My hand finally touched those tight labia, smooth all around, with only a few soft pubic hairs at the perineum. It turned out that this little sister was really so tender that she hadn't grown any pubic hair yet. I gently parted her tight labia, pressing my fingers against that alluring crevice. Her juices instantly soaked my fingers, and with the lubrication of her fluids, I gently rubbed them back and forth at the entrance of her vagina. Her clitoris was so small; I had to carefully stroke it with my fingers to feel that tiny protrusion. Under my caresses, her body writhed more and more, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. I tentatively inserted my middle finger into her vagina; this little hole was incredibly tight. Even inserting just one finger was a bit difficult. To avoid hurting her and ruining the atmosphere, I could only probe in little by little. Fortunately, with the lubrication of her fluids, with a groan from her, my middle finger finally slid in. The instant my finger was enveloped and squeezed by that ring of tender flesh felt incredibly good, and my penis became rock hard. I wrapped one arm around her petite body and kneaded her nipples with my fingers, while the other hand gently probed inside her vagina. Her suppressed moans grew louder. Her fluids had already soaked most of my palm. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck, so tightly I felt like I was suffocating. I laid her flat on the sofa and slowly removed her stockings and panties. Although she tried to resist, she only struggled weakly for a few moments before I stripped her naked in an instant. Although it was dark, because we were close to the LCD screen, her pink vulva was still clearly visible to me. It was the most beautiful vulva I had ever seen, because it was my favorite type. The sparse pubic hair on the plump mound formed a tightly closed slit, like a virgin's, unlike some women whose labia are large and everted. I slowly pried open her labia majora with my middle finger and thumb, revealing the pink flesh inside, her juices glistening under the constantly changing colors of the LCD screen. I couldn't help but lean down and kiss her alluring vulva, the scent of a young girl instantly permeating my entire being. Although I might be exaggerating a bit, the smell was definitely not like the fishy or pungent smell of most women. I used my tongue to search for and lick her sensitive clitoris. Her legs were tightly clamped around my head, her hands gripping my hair, her buttocks thrusting upwards and downwards, her body twisting constantly. I circled my tongue around her vaginal opening, sometimes licking her clitoris, sometimes teasing the tender flesh of her vaginal opening. I tried several times to insert my tongue into her vagina but failed, my tongue becoming sore from exhaustion. I got up and took off my pants and underwear, my hard, swollen penis springing out like a compressed spring. I knelt between her legs, but she tried to close them. With me between her legs, she could only clamp my waist. I played with my penis with one hand and continued to caress her wet, slippery vulva with the other. She cooperated by opening her legs. But her shy expression was evident, one arm covering her eyes. I dipped the head of my penis in her vaginal fluid and slowly rubbed it against her vaginal opening. And I tried to slowly push in… Because her vaginal opening was too narrow, I was afraid of hurting her, so I didn't dare to insert it rashly. After several attempts, I finally managed to push the head of my penis in. I adjusted my position, leaned over her, and kissed her nipples while slowly thrusting. She was a bit short, so my neck felt a little strained. Just as she relaxed her guard, my penis went all the way in. With a groan, she squeezed my waist tightly with her legs and hugged me tightly with her hands. I couldn't tell if her furrowed brow was from pain or satisfaction. I stayed on top of her quietly for a while, kissing her cheeks and neck. After her body relaxed, I slowly pulled out and then slowly inserted again. Seeing that she didn't seem to have any discomfort, I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. Her moans grew louder and louder, and her snow-white thighs swayed incessantly in front of me. The sound of our genitals colliding, mixed with the sound of her vaginal fluids being thrust into, increasingly stimulated my nerves. After about ten minutes of thrusting, I felt my penis was about to burst. Her dazed, drunken expression made me thrust even harder. Enveloped tightly in that ring of tender flesh, my glans could no longer withstand the stimulation. I quickly pulled out, and the instant I left her body, a volley of bullets shot into her lower abdomen like machine gun fire. I hadn't felt such intense pleasure in many years. Later, I learned that they didn't offer that kind of service; the so-called "touching the goose" meant only touching, not sex. But when I asked her why she accepted me, she said she didn't know. Before leaving, I gave her my phone number, saying she could call me, and I could arrange a decent job for her. If she didn't want to work, I could support her. I wonder if she'll call me…

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