I deflowered the girl I met online.

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"Before the Demise"

One weekend morning, I finally arrived at the pre-arranged meeting place—a two-star

hotel . She hadn't arrived yet, so I booked a standard room (158 yuan a day, 300 yuan deposit).

After watching TV alone for a while, I received a text message saying she was downstairs, and I quickly gave her my room

number. Since I had never met her in person before, having met her online, I felt my heart racing and my blood rushing (I believe

any casual sex partner who's used to online "crimes" can relate). After a long three minutes of waiting, the door opened, and a

long- haired girl appeared in the doorway—it was her! The virgin girl barely dared to look at me, only glancing at me furtively

before sitting down on the edge of the bed. I took out the paper slippers provided by the hotel and handed them to her, then sat down beside her and

started chatting casually. She still didn't dare to look me in the eye, just keeping her head down as if expecting something.

After a few jokes, she would occasionally look up at me, her eyes filled with shyness and excitement. I

slowly sat down closer to her, my left arm naturally around her shoulder. She readily buried her head in my chest.

I gently kissed her forehead, and I noticed that her virgin eyelashes were damp. After a while,

she pushed me away, saying she wanted to take a shower, and then surprisingly asked me to unhook her bra. My little brother was already

erect , and I quickly removed her "outer defenses.

" A

virgin's breasts are quite beautiful. Her breasts were probably between 34A and 34B, and

the shape was one of my two favorites: "pointed pepper" (the other being "hemispherical")

. The fine hairs under the nipples were faintly visible. Generally speaking, virgins (including young women who haven't given birth) have relatively small areolas. Her areolas

were small (about the size of a coin), a pale pink color slightly darker than her skin, a whitish pink.

The nipples were also relatively light in color, almost the same as the areolas. The nipples were very soft; a gentle squeeze was enough to press them firmly (

some of the virgins I deflowered had slightly darker nipples and were a bit harder). Virgin nipples are generally small;

after thorough stroking, an erect nipple is even smaller than the tip of a little finger. The erect nipple becomes longer and

slightly darker in color. Some erotic literature says that under a virgin's nipple, you can feel a round, hard

lump the size of an egg, like a male testicle. I believe that's mammary gland tissue, not

something .

Looking at these exquisite breasts, even I, a seasoned veteran, was stunned. While not the largest

breasts I've ever seen, they were undoubtedly the most beautiful! Seeing my stunned expression, she grabbed my hand and placed it on

her breast, then leaned back onto the bed and closed her eyes. I pounced on her, ignoring

her fragility, pressing my body completely against hers, savoring the softness of her virgin body, one hand freely fondling

her exquisite breasts. After a long while, she remained silent, her eyes still closed. I jumped

up scooped up the half-naked, pink-cheeked virgin, and strode towards the bathroom.

Once there, I put her down, but strangely, she pushed me away, refusing to bathe with me. It seemed I would

n't have the chance to bathe with a virgin! Oh no!!

By the time we finally finished bathing, it was almost 11:00. We lay side by side, neither of us

speaking. My little brother was already itching to get back to normal, so I sat up to take off her white floral panties. She

grabbed my hand, shaking her head silently. I asked what was wrong, but she still shook her head, remaining silent for a while. Then she

said, "I'll do it myself," and took off her panties, but covered her vulva with her hand, though thick

pubic hair still peeked out from between her fingers. After another moment of this awkward silence, she finally let go, but her legs remained tightly closed, her eyes

shut, and her face turned to one side. I had to separate her thighs myself, clearly feeling them

trembling slightly. She was completely "disarmed" and ready to be used. Before deflowering this

virgin

, I thought all virgin vaginas were pretty much the same. But this deflowering

operation completely overturned my "traditional views." It's generally believed that a virgin's labia are lighter in color and deeply embedded within the vagina,

a typical "slit in the sky." But this medical professional's virgin vagina was quite different from any I'd seen before.

Her labia were dark brown, almost semi-circular. In its natural state, only about 3-4 millimeters of the opening were visible, like

a "lone peak" standing amidst the mountains and rivers. This doesn't match the traditional view that "the more sexual intercourse, the darker

the labia become!" The virgin vagina was indeed very closed; even with her legs fully spread, the opening

remained closed. Furthermore, this virgin had a lot of pubic hair,

thick . Although the arrangement wasn't very neat, it felt very smooth to the touch, an

indescribable pleasure. Her thighs kept unconsciously pressed together, as if in a final struggle.

Under my diligent "work," her vulva was completely wet.

The pubic hair near the entrance was damp, and the vaginal fluid slowly flowed down her groin towards her light brown, wrinkled anus.

"Virgin vaginal fluid"

—among the virgins I've deflowered, only one had colorless and odorless vaginal fluid; the prostitute and the respectable young woman each had

a top-quality vaginal fluid. She was the fourth woman to possess this top-quality fluid. Originally, I could have confidently and boldly

"tasted the peach." However, for various reasons, I didn't lick her vulva.

"Smell"

—some articles say women have a natural fragrance, haha... unless she's just showered and applied perfume, the human

nose can hardly distinguish this scent. This is because most glands on the skin only secrete oil and sweat. However,

there might be an exception: the breasts. If you smell carefully, you can detect a faint "milk fragrance," but this

has no direct relation to virginity (I like to gently suckle a virgin's nipple with my tongue to experience the virgin's milky fragrance).

Note that the smell from a breastfeeding woman isn't the scent of milk, but a fishy, milky smell!

After this long build-up, the virgin's eyes were glazed, her breathing rapid, her juices flowing freely, and

she began to moan softly. Her emotions and body had endured enough; it was time to deflower her! I used my penis to part

her vulva, taking one last close look at her virginity. I wondered if she would be the last

virgin I ever deflowered. Beneath the wet pubic hair, the entrance seemed bottomless, the walls pink,

as delicate as a lotus emerging from water. However, I couldn't see the hymen, and the clitoris wasn't very prominent. Never mind, I mounted her,

penis in hand, and thrust straight into her tender bud!

"The Feeling of Deflowering"

The virgin's opening was already slippery, and the glans easily slid inside. The girl's brows furrowed, and she moaned softly.

Seeing no abnormalities, I tried to thrust in forcefully, but couldn't find a way forward! It was as if there was "no way" in front of the glans;

I tried several directions, but encountered significant resistance each time, and the girl began to cry out in pain. It seemed that without a thunderous approach,

I couldn't successfully break her hymen. I steeled myself, gritted my teeth, and used my unique "virgin-breaking technique."

Using my right hand, I slightly lifted my upper body, shifting my weight downwards. My left hand grasped the girl's hips, lifting her buttocks and contracting my abdomen. The penis left

the opening, hesitated for a moment, and then thrust into the virgin's hole again. Encountering resistance, I persevered, penetrating completely in one go!

The sheer pleasure was indescribable! The resistance came from a "flesh ring" not far from the opening, an exceptionally tight ring.

After the glans slipped into the ring, and then the shaft of the penis, each step forward encountered resistance.

This fleshy ring must be the legendary hymen! After the ring, the vaginal walls pressed tightly against my penis, sending shivers down my

spine . Ah, so good! I pressed my penis firmly against the center of her vagina, enjoying the rawness and tightness of her virginity, while simultaneously

using my right hand to caress her nipples. Looking down at her, her eyes were closed, as if she was experiencing both indescribable pain and

pleasure (later, when I asked her, she said she felt "painful yet pleasurable"). After a while, she whispered, "It hurts so much,"

and I slowly pulled out my penis. There were traces of blood on the penis, but even more so, her vaginal fluids,

soaking even the pubic hair… I had finally deflowered her. I felt an overwhelming sense of emotion, like the poem, "Swallows fly past the heavy curtains of the small pavilion,

red petals fall from the evening flowers onto the moss." During the deflowering process, her legs kept trying to close, as if trying to repel the penis

's assault. I had to repeatedly tell her to relax and separate, thankfully she cooperated. Some erotic articles say that

virgin blood is plentiful and drips onto the bed, but that's not true. Very few virgins bleed that much. If it really did

drip onto the bed, they'd probably need to go to the hospital, haha! I probably don't need to go into details about what happened next. I

haven't practiced any "vaginal techniques," I don't know anything about "nine shallow thrusts and one deep thrust," I just kept thrusting, every time to the very bottom!

I didn't even change positions. Soon, my ejaculation came, and my millions of offspring gushed out, all of them shooting into

the virgin's vagina… (maybe, it can't be called a virgin's vagina anymore. Haha!!!)

My girlfriend and I cleaned up the scene a bit, she got up and went to the bathroom, and I followed. Turns out, she

was sitting on the toilet peeing! Seeing me come in, she was surprisingly nonchalant! Haha! She wouldn't even let

me watch her shower, but now she's not even shy about peeing! Women! They're truly unpredictable! Is there any fellow sex enthusiast who has studied

"virgin psychology"? Perhaps you could offer some pointers?

After that, we did it again in the afternoon, again in the evening, and again early the next morning. She didn't complain of pain

until the next day.

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