My first time was with an oil massage girl.

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My first time was with a massage girl.

A person's first time is often the most unforgettable experience of their life. Actually, it's the same for men. I will never

forget my first time, nor my first girl.

Before telling this story, let me introduce myself. I'm 26 years old, and I'm considered handsome. More

girls like me than I like, and more girls pursue me than I've pursued. (Absolutely not bragging!)

But due to various reasons, I was still a poor virgin until I graduated from university, and I still haven't

found a girlfriend. Ugh! Maybe my standards are too high…

After starting work, I often went out with friends, singing, drinking, going to bathhouses, and getting massages, but

I never lost my virginity to a prostitute. The key is that I feel like I'm wasting my virginity.

The massage therapists at the bathhouse I frequent are of two types: one type only does foot massages, health massages, and bone-setting; the other

type only does oil massages and special services, but not regular massages. So even when I go for massages with friends, I only

get bone-setting.

By the way, I always stay overnight at the bathhouse when I go to the bathhouse, sleeping in a private room by myself.

I once slept in the lobby, but the snoring there was so loud I couldn't sleep all night, so I've never slept there

since .

I usually change masseuses every time I go for a massage; I resolutely switch to someone who isn't pretty. Even though I don't do anything,

it's just for the novelty, right? After all, I paid for it!

One day last June, I chose masseuse number 23, an 18-year-old girl, only

19 this year, very petite, so I asked her to massage me. She was very cheerful and lively, so

we chatted happily during the massage.

So, not long after, I went to the bathhouse again and chose her. We chatted while I massaged her, again, and

nothing happened. But at the end, I grabbed her from behind, trying to grope her chest, but she refused,

because they only do proper massages, so…

A few days later, I drank with a friend, got a little drunk, took my friend home, and went to the bathhouse myself.

I wanted to ask masseuse number 23 to give me a massage, but she was busy, so I got a different masseuse. I wasn't happy with

the massage, though. After that, number 23 also finished her work, so I asked her to come over and chat with me.

It was already 2:30 PM, and I realized I had to get up for work the next morning, so I decided to

add three more massages for number 23, one hour each, finishing at 5:30 PM. Then I could shower, eat something, and head to

work.

However, I didn't ask her to give me a massage. We chatted for a while, and since I was quite tired, I wanted to sleep.

I said to her, "I haven't seen you for several days, and I really missed you, so I came to see you. I'm a little tired,

can you sleep with me for a while? I want to cuddle with you!"

She thought for a moment and agreed, "Okay, I'm a little sleepy too."

So, I cuddled her and we lay down. She was facing away from me, her head resting on my left arm, and my right arm around

her waist.

Sigh, men are just so lustful. The moment I lay down, my right hand started to wander, so she said, "If you keep doing that,

I won't let you hug me anymore! Don't move!" I had no choice but to beg, "Okay, okay, okay, I won't move, alright

? Go to sleep."

She held my right hand firmly in both hands. Sigh,

I was really exhausted, and soon fell asleep...

After about half an hour, I woke up. Maybe it was because her left arm was numb from using it as a pillow, so I

gently removed my left hand from under her head and gently moved her head back onto the pillow.

The whole time, her hands were still holding my right hand. I couldn't help but laugh, letting her hold my

right hand, supporting myself with my left hand, carefully admiring her sleeping posture.

Her big, fluffy eyes were gently closed, revealing her playful side when they were open; her delicate nostrils trembled evenly

with her breathing; her rosy lips and small chin were truly beautiful.

So I couldn't resist gently kissing her forehead and then her ear, whispering in her ear,

"I really like you, you're so beautiful."

She didn't wake up, but perhaps a little ticklish, she gently shook her head and continued sleeping.

However, I couldn't sleep anymore, so I tentatively moved my right hand. She was indeed asleep,

still holding my right hand, but I easily pulled it out.

I gently lifted her hands and placed them on either side of her body, then gently slipped my right hand under her

clothes , caressing her smooth, flat stomach. But no man at this point would be satisfied with just

that, especially since I was drunk.

After two minutes of caressing, my right hand moved up slightly, touching her bra. Gently caressing

her breasts through the bra was incredibly stimulating; my hand was trembling slightly.

But her bra seemed to be underwire (I wasn't sure, but the bottom edge was very stiff), and I couldn't slip my fingers inside. Helpless

, blinded by lust, I pulled my hand out from under her clothes. I slipped my fingers inside her slightly open

neckline and finally touched her breasts. There was nothing covering them. Her breasts weren't very large

(and I don't like overly large breasts anyway), and they fit perfectly in my palm (though I only touched them with

my fingers ). Because they were young, they were full of elasticity—it felt so good.

Excited, I kissed her ears, forehead, and eyes, my right hand never stopping,

constantly slipping two or three fingers inside her bra to savor the wonderful sensation. Then my entire right hand was

inside, gently caressing her. I don't know if it was because she was hot or because my hands were sweaty, but her breasts felt slightly

damp. At the top of those firm, elastic peaks, I found her tiny nipples—really small, only about

two-thirds the size of my little fingernail. The nipples were slightly erect, but definitely not hard, just slightly perky. I

gently pinched and rubbed them between my index and middle fingers—it felt so good.

She still didn't move, still breathing evenly.

Who could be satisfied at a time like this? I pulled my right hand out from her collar and placed it on her

breast through her clothes, gently stroking it from light to firm. If she was asleep, she should be startled awake, and I would have no choice but

to continue sleeping obediently; if she wasn't startled awake, it meant she was pretending to be asleep, and I could take it a step further

…

Hehe, I had no choice but to gamble. As I expected, she was actually awake, though I

wasn't sure when. I couldn't help but chuckle, kissed her, and lay down, putting my arm around her waist again,

gently stroking her lower abdomen.

Then, I gradually moved towards her thighs.

She was wearing denim shorts, without a belt (girls usually don't wear belts), and no

stockings . After stroking her smooth thighs for a while, I noticed her shorts were tight, and I couldn't

slip my fingers inside. So I gently stroked her groin, gradually increasing the pressure, then pressed her mons

pubis with my fingers, gradually increasing the force. She still didn't move, but

a few .

I was finally certain she was pretending to be asleep.

I grew bolder, returning my right hand to her waist and gently sliding it under her shorts

. There was another layer of underwear underneath. I didn't put my hand inside the underwear at first, but just stroked her mons

pubis through it. Her mons pubis was soft and elastic. My hand moved down, feeling her labia majora; they were so soft.

I gently rubbed her soft labia majora, while mischievously blowing air into her ear.

She was ticklish, still pretending to be asleep, murmuring something, turning her head to the side and remaining still, continuing her even breathing

.

I chuckled secretly, pulling my right hand slightly upwards, then sliding it downwards, directly into her panties,

stopping at her mons pubis, feeling the warmth emanating from it and the fine hairs. To be honest, it was the first time I

had ever touched a girl's genitals; before, I had only learned from videos.

My penis was already erect, and now it was throbbing with excitement. It seemed I might

lose .

My hand lingered for a moment, then I began to stroke her mons pubis, playfully twirling her fine

, soft hairs around my fingers, making circles—it was so fun. Judging by the feel, she didn't have much pubic hair.

She still didn't move, so I continued my exploration. I moved my hand down, finally

touching her fleshy mound. Her soft labia majora were smooth, with

only a few sparse hairs visible, perhaps due to her age—she was only 18 at the time.

The cleft between her labia was warm; that was her mysterious area. I placed my entire palm on her labia and

cleft , carefully feeling it. But it was strange. According to legend, she should be very wet, right?

But her labia majora felt rather dry. Only the cleft seemed slightly damp.

Was she not aroused? But why didn't she reject me? If she was aroused, why wasn't

she reacting? Strange? Could it be that I misunderstood, and she wasn't pretending to be asleep, but genuinely not awake?

Although my mind was full of questions, since we had already come this far, I couldn't back down

. I continued.

My mind was racing, but my hands didn't stop. I gently parted her labia majora with my index and ring fingers, while

my middle finger explored further inside.

Hehe, I see. I wasn't wrong. This girl was definitely aroused. Her

labia majora were closed quite tightly, so I didn't feel any moisture on the outside, but as soon as I parted them, my

entire palm was wet—warm, sticky liquid on my fingers and palm.

This was the first time, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. With the liquid on my fingers, I started to rub her

labia majora. The lubrication made them incredibly smooth, and the unprecedented

softness and fleshiness stimulated my penis to become even larger.

Even the feeling was amazing.

I parted her labia again and used my middle finger to explore her secret area. I slid my finger along

the groove , searching for a while. It felt very smooth and warm, but I couldn't find the legendary

clitoris that would cause an erection. Strange? Filled with curiosity, I searched carefully again, only finding a tiny

protrusion, smaller than a soybean. Was it here? I applied a little pressure and massaged her a couple of times, but she still

didn't move. However, I could feel that her thighs seemed a bit tense.

Heh, maybe that's it.

I continued sliding my middle finger down, simultaneously pressing inwards with it. Oh well, it's my first time, and I

'm not familiar with the area.

(Hehe, on a side note. Many of you reading this will probably think I'm making this up, or that

I was a pro back then. Actually, this is truly my personal experience from my first time. I don't know

how everyone else's first time went, but this is truly mine. Actually, even though I was already quite… well, I

still hadn't decided whether to lose my virginity! So, I just thought even just having a little masturbation would be

nice, that was my thought. Because I really hadn't had such a good opportunity before. I always believe that sex

is a two-way street; if only one person is happy, it's not real sex. And it's said that women's orgasms come later

than men's, and without foreplay, women rarely reach orgasm. So, I hope you guys don't just focus on your own feelings during

sex !)

Anyway, back to the point, suddenly I felt my middle finger sink in. I pulled it out slightly and traced a circle around it,

feeling some fine creases. That should be it, I thought.

So, I pushed my middle finger in forcefully, ah… it went in. Inside was a hot, narrow

passage . The moment my finger entered, Number 23 stiffened. I felt a surge of heat flow from the opening,

soaking my entire palm. My finger, now immersed in the hot liquid, didn't hesitate and continued deeper, inserting

two knuckles. However, due to my position—I was lying relatively high—I could only insert two knuckles

. I decided to leave

it like this for now. My left hand was pressed under my body (I was in a side-lying position), and my right hand

was immobilized, making it difficult to move. So, maintaining the position, I began to thrust my finger in and out, simultaneously pulling and

probing, occasionally digging into the vaginal walls. While I was moving below, I wasn't idle above either . I

lightly kissed her ear, biting her earlobe gently a few times. Streams of

heat flowed continuously from her slippery vagina, allowing my middle finger more freedom of movement, which excited me even more

. I increased the speed and pressure of my finger.

Her breathing became uneven; as my fingers moved faster, her breathing rate quickened, her

rosy lips parted slightly, and her panting grew heavier. Her fair face turned

as red as a ripe apple.

She finally couldn't take it anymore; her whole body stiffened, and her legs, which had been slightly parted, suddenly clamped together, trapping my

entire right hand, rendering it immobile. My fingers were also immobile. Then, a surge of heat

gushed from deep within her vagina, making my fingers burn. Her vaginal walls contracted in waves, the already small

opening becoming even tighter, gripping my middle finger tightly. I could clearly feel the previously

barely noticeable folds writhing. I guessed she had orgasmed.

After a while, she calmed down, her thighs less tense, and my wrist grew tired.

So I withdrew my right hand from between her legs, wanting to rest for a moment. Unexpectedly, she suddenly clamped her legs together again,

turned her body to the left, and left her back to me.

This time, I couldn't get my hand in anymore... Frustrated... I should have just kept my hand in...

(

I think she was probably conflicted at the time. She probably didn't expect me

to do this initially. But by the time she realized it, it was too late to refuse. Just as I pulled my hand out, she

quickly away, probably afraid I'd harass her again.)

I was helpless, but there was nothing I could do, because I didn't know what she was thinking. So I could only stare at her

back, thinking...

After thinking for a long time without any clue, I thought, "Oh well, that's it, might as well."

So, I mustered my courage and carefully stroked her long hair, but there was no reaction. So, I propped myself up and

kissed her ear, her earlobe (later I realized her ears were very sensitive; many girls are like that, you

can try it). My right hand started to wander again, gently stroking her back,

drawing circles on it with my fingers. After a while, my hand slid down to her waist, caressing her buttocks and smooth thighs. Her thighs were a little

cold, so I warmed them with my hands and then started stroking her buttocks. Her buttocks weren't very big, because she was very

slim, only about 80 pounds. But because she was young, her buttocks were perky and elastic, feeling great to the touch.

I gently rubbed them a few times, then gradually increased the pressure, but she still didn't move. So I slid my hand down,

pressing along the lower part of her buttocks to the soft area between her legs.

To be honest, because her denim shorts were quite thick, I couldn't feel the clear outline of that area, only that

it felt very soft.

After pressing a few times, the girl remained unmoved, and I grew bolder, thinking, "Let's take a gamble.

I'm about to get what I want, why let it slip away?"

At this moment, I pulled down the shorts of my bathrobe, revealing my little brother who had been holding back for so long. Oh! This

poor thing, it was drooling, its veins bulging, and it was even throbbing. I'm going all in

. Today, I'll help you say goodbye to being single and find you a little sister.

Then, I put my arm around the girl's waist, straddled her legs with my right leg,

and put my foot between her legs. I slowly tried to turn her body upright.

The girl resisted slightly, but because I was firm, she didn't struggle and let

me turn her body upright. I saw that the blush on her face was still there, but her breathing

had returned normal.

Hehe, she was still pretending to be asleep, which made things easier. I felt a surge of joy...

I didn't rush to take off her shorts. Instead, I slipped my hand under her clothes and into her bosom

to caress her breasts. After working on them for so long, I missed her young and vibrant breasts.

I gently pinched her nipple with my right hand and gently pulled her clothes down a little with my left hand. I brought my head closer to observe her

breasts. The small, white mounds were slightly deformed in my palm. Even though she was lying down,

her breasts were still very firm and perky. The nipples between my fingers were indeed not big,

about the size of my little fingernail. I playfully flicked her nipples from side to side, and they swayed gently,

gradually hardening and becoming more elastic. Her areolas weren't large, a slightly dark red. Most adorable

of all, her nipples were a very light color, unlike the dark red nipples of some sexually experienced women I'd seen in videos,

nor were they bright red; they were a pink even lighter than her skin tone. They were truly beautiful. I

couldn't pushing her breasts up out of her bra, bending down to take her adorable nipple into my mouth,

circling it with my tongue, flicking it from side to side, then sucking on her breast with a little more force, making soft smacking sounds.

I don't know if she was a little ticklish or what… she let out a soft moan, and I stopped. Looking up

at her face, I chuckled; her cheeks were even redder, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and the tip of her nose. Her eyes

seemed to open a crack, looking at me as I looked at her, then closed again, though her soft eyelashes trembled gently. I

finally felt relieved, until she seemed to be tacitly approving of something...

Now, the girl's body had yielded, offering me no resistance.

I pulled my hand out from her collar and slid it down her waist into her shorts again. This time, without

much hesitation, I went straight to her underwear and continued my unfinished exploration.

Oh, after a short rest, the fluid on her mons pubis had lessened considerably, not as lubricating as before.

I then parted her fleshy labia and inserted my fingers again. After only a few gentle taps, before I even

found the right spot, my palm was once again burning hot, and my fingers were wet again.

(At that time, I had little experience and thought all women were like this. Later, I learned that there are actually

differences in how much lubrication women have, and this girl was the wettest I had ever experienced.)

Since it was a familiar place, this time my fingers quickly found the home my little brother longed to enter.

This time, I used my legs to prop the girl's legs apart, making it easier to insert my fingers. Also

, I learned from my initial mistake and slid my fingers down slightly beforehand to ensure they were

fully inside her. As the saying goes, "a fall into the pit, a gain in your wit," and my progress was rapid! Hehe

…

After my middle finger entered that mysterious tunnel, it began to move deeper and deeper until the entire middle finger was…

Once inside the girl, I still felt I hadn't reached the end, so I pressed my index and ring fingers firmly against her

labia, while my middle finger pushed inwards slightly, seemingly touching something. The girl's breathing suddenly quickened, and

she let out a soft exhale.

After reaching my destination, my middle finger slowly withdrew, preparing for the next thrust. This time, my thumb

joined in , rubbing back and forth in the groove between the labia, separated by my index and ring fingers, trying to stimulate the barely

noticeable clitoris. My middle finger rhythmically thrust in and out of the vagina, occasionally making sudden thrusts. My index and

ring fingers, not wanting to be left out, also

began to knead and press the girl's labia majora and minora, working in conjunction with the thumb and middle finger. Finally, my little finger joined the fray, initially

hooking and sweeping here and there with the movement of my hand. Although it didn't achieve any substantial results, it

effectively broke down the enemy's defenses through guerrilla tactics.

Then, I gave instructions again, ordering my little finger to take over the ring finger's role, keeping the labia majora

open , while the ring finger could more flexibly either work with the middle finger to thrust in and out, or

to flick and knead the small folds around the vagina. The girl's vagina was irresistibly flowing with vaginal fluid. Her legs initially tried to close

together again, but because my legs were between them, she had no choice but to accept it.

It was around four in the morning, and the surroundings were quiet…

so I could clearly hear my own heavy breathing, the girl's rapid exhalations, and most

lewdly and excitingly, I could also hear the "thump, hiss, thump, hiss…"

sounds of my fingers thrusting in and out of the girl's vagina. Because the girl's vaginal fluid was increasing, the "thump, hiss, thump, hiss…" sounds gradually lengthened and grew louder.

The girl could definitely hear them too, but she could only pretend to be asleep. However, the fine beads of sweat on her forehead

and her increasingly flushed face undoubtedly betrayed her secret.

My little brother couldn't hold back any longer, so I gently pushed the girl's clothes up a bit with my left hand, exposing

her waist. My little brother pressed against her waist, and my body moved rhythmically with the movements of my fingers and arms

. My little brother thrust against the girl's waist, occasionally brushing against her right arm at her side. The saliva secreted by

my little brother made her waist and arm slippery.

This didn't last long. The girl's left leg gradually opened outward, and her right leg bent, hooking her right foot onto

my calf, allowing my fingers to penetrate deeper into her body. I thrust

my middle finger , then my ring finger entered as well, but the girl's vagina was really tight. Even with just two fingers inside,

it was already very difficult to move. However, it brought out even more vaginal fluid.

After continuing to thrust dozens of times, with the sounds of thrusting intensifying, the girl's body tensed up again,

even her waist seemed to arch, and her hands at her sides seemed to be gripping the sheets tightly. My fingers felt

the strong contractions of the girl's vaginal walls, and another gush of hot liquid gushed out from her body. With a soft

exhale, the girl reached orgasm again, and a few seconds later, her stiff body softened once more.

My lust gradually burned, finally overriding reason. Forget about virginity; pretending to be reserved would

be a disservice to myself.

So, I withdrew my wet fingers from the girl's body, sniffed them—a slightly fishy

smell —and dried them with a towel lying to the side. I got out of bed, checked the door to the private room, and locked it from the inside. I returned to

bed, took off my underwear, revealing my little brother, which had been with me for over twenty years. Not too big, not too small, medium build,

pointing diagonally upwards. After being a bald little monk for so many years, today it's time to make you return to secular life.

I prepared to take off the girl's shorts. Her denim shorts weren't belted. I unbuckled the metal buckle at the top,

unzipped them, and parted them to the left and right, revealing yellow cotton panties underneath. The panties weren't particularly sexy, but they didn't

look vulgar either; instead, they made her look even more innocent.

Getting her underwear off proved difficult. I tried to pull it down from her buttocks, shorts and underwear together

, but because she was lying flat and wouldn't lift her back to cooperate (she was pretending to be asleep), I couldn't get it off

after a long time . I was covered in sweat, not from exhaustion, but from nervousness and anxiety

.

Finally, I gave up and decided to just ignore it. I used my hands to lift the girl's body from her side to a side-lying position, pulling her

shorts and underwear down to one side, revealing a smooth, flawless, white, and pert bottom

. Without looking closely, I turned her back to a flat position, climbed to the other side of the bed, helped her up to

a side-lying position , and repeated the process. Finally, I put her back in a flat position. Now, her shorts and underwear were all

down to her buttocks, and without the obstruction of her buttocks, I could easily pull them off. I took a closer look at the girl's

underwear. It was yellow cotton, like many students', quite cute, with a playful

Mickey Mouse printed on the back. The crotch area of the underwear was soaked through, as were her shorts. There was no way around it; this girl

was incredibly wet.

This whole ordeal would have woken up anyone, let alone a sleeping person, even a dead one, but the girl remained

"awakened," only a slight, mischievous smile playing on her lips, as if laughing at my stupidity.

So, without any hesitation, I tossed her shorts and underwear aside,

knelt between her legs, and carefully admired her genitals. After all, I'd only ever seen them in videos before,

never in person.

Now, the girl was completely naked except for a pair of stockings. Her legs, like her, were

slender , long, and shapely, her smooth thighs slightly parted, revealing a captivating view at the base.

A flat abdomen, below which was a slightly raised mons pubis. The girl's pubic hair was sparse, distributed loosely on her mons pubis

, soft and curly, its color not pure black but slightly yellowish. Although not abundant,

it was evenly distributed, but not in an inverted triangle shape; because it was so sparse, it had virtually no shape,

merely covering the lower part of the mons pubis.

Although the girl's thighs were slightly parted, her labia majora were tightly closed, with only a faint

trace of moisture indicating recent intrusion. The labia majora were a tender white, smooth, even more

delicate than the skin of the surrounding thighs, without any dark pigmentation, indicating that her body had just reached sexual maturity and

had little sexual experience. A few soft hairs were sparsely distributed around the labia majora, still damp, making the two...

The labia minora made her even more adorable.

Seemingly reluctant to break her delicate labia, I carefully and gently parted them with both hands

, revealing the mysterious scenery inside.

Inside, it was a lovely pink, without the slightest pigmentation to mar its flawless beauty.

A small protrusion at the top made her adorable clitoris, though engorged with blood, only the size of a soybean, unlike

some descriptions that make it resemble a peanut. The entire clitoris was enveloped by a layer of tender flesh, with no tip showing.

A small slit peeked out from below the flesh, offering a glimpse of mystery.

Below the clitoris were two pink labia minora, moistened by fluid,

tightly closed. A trickle of fluid flowed from the very bottom of the labia minora, running down her buttocks and

soaking .

I leaned closer to examine it closely, gently parting her labia minora with my fingers to reveal the tender, red

cavity

. A narrow opening, about the thickness of a pencil, was slightly ajar, constantly secreting a slippery fluid that made the entire opening exceptionally moist and delicate. This was her vagina. The vaginal walls had folds and protrusions, and

they were still slightly pulsating, pushing streams of vaginal fluid outwards. (Now, I've been with more

than ten women, and although this girl's genitals were the first I'd ever seen,

they were definitely the most beautiful. It seems my first time was incredibly lucky.)

A slightly fishy smell wafted up, intensifying my desire. I lowered my head to savor the deliciousness. First,

I licked her mons pubis and smooth labia majora, wetting the pubic hair. I tasted it on my tongue—a slightly

salty, slightly fishy flavor. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't particularly delicious, but it wasn't unpleasant either. I licked further inward, teasing her slightly

protruding clitoris, trying to pull it out with the tip of my tongue, but failed and gave up (I didn't feel

she was particularly excited while I was licking her clitoris; perhaps every woman's erogenous zones are different, at least I felt her

clitoris wasn't very sensitive).

I continued downward, using my tongue to separate her labia minora; the wet, slippery texture was quite interesting. I swirled my tongue around inside her vagina, and

a gush of vaginal fluid slipped into my mouth, the salty, fishy taste intensifying. I didn't spit it out, but swallowed it gently.

Then I lightly sucked on her labia minora with my tongue, swirling it back and forth inside her vagina, occasionally gently biting

one of labia minora. My face was pressed close, my entire face covering her vulva; my hands were no longer

useful, I used only my nose and tongue to rub and lick between her labia minora and vagina, my whole face covered in

sticky hot liquid. The girl's breathing gradually became rapid, and her body began to writhe gently.

The time had come… I thought, and immediately got up, gently leaning over the girl, ready to begin

this important lesson in my life.

My little brother was rock hard, thrusting against the girl's thighs for ages without managing to penetrate.

I was sweating profusely, supporting myself with my left hand while using my right to help my little brother find that paradise.

Still couldn't get in…

I desperately whispered in her ear, "Please help me! This is my first time, I can't get in! Please help

me!" Her face flushed, but she didn't help me; she just shifted her body slightly downwards and parted her legs a

little more, that was all.

This didn't help me much…

I had no choice but to laboriously use my right hand to part her labia majora, thrusting my little brother in to

find it . After searching for a while, I only felt a burning, slippery sensation that made my little brother want to ejaculate. Finally, my penis

seemed to have sunk in a little, so I started thrusting with all my might, thinking I'd found the right spot. Less than a minute later,

I felt an unbearable tingling, itching, and swelling in my lower abdomen, and streams of semen gushed out,

making a mess of the girl's vulva. And so, my first time ended abruptly.

After ejaculating, as my penis softened, my mind gradually cleared. Looking at the mess I'd left behind, I

was at a loss. My shorts and underwear were off, but how was I going to put them back on? I

stared .

Noticing my lack of movement, the girl pretended to have just woken up. She said coquettishly, "Oh dear,

what happened?" She sat up, looking at our genitals, her face flushed, and asked, "What are you doing?

Give me a towel!"

I stupidly handed her the towel, watching her wipe her genitals. Seeing me staring at her, she blushed again,

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and put your pants back on, what kind of behavior is this?"

I snapped out of my daze and hurriedly and clumsily put on my shorts.

After the shorts and underwear I handed her, put them on, and sat on the bed, staring at me silently with a blank,

unsmiling gaze.

I panicked. After all, I'd never been to a prostitute before; I had no experience. I didn't know

what meant. Did she want money, or…?

I didn't care about the money, but what if she accused me of rape?

I could only lower my head and admit my mistake: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, but I really like you,

so I couldn't help myself…"

She still didn't speak, and I panicked even more. I grabbed her shoulders and said, "What's wrong with you? Please don't be like this!

Say something! I'm sorry, okay? If you're really angry, hit me a few times to vent your anger, do

n't stay silent, okay?"

She said calmly, "I'm not angry." She smoothed my messy hair and then fell silent

again This time, however, she didn't look at me anymore, but instead lowered her head and gestured something on the bed with her fingers.

I didn't dare interrupt, and just stared at her blankly for a while. She seemed to be gesturing with some numbers, and I

got a sense of what was going on. "Oh, do you need money? That makes things easier. You startled me, but it's just a little money, right?"

So I said to her, "Sit here for a bit, I'll go downstairs and get something and then come back up." (The

bathhouse had showers and changing rooms downstairs, and private rooms upstairs.) She asked me suspiciously, "What are you going to get?"

I stammered for a while, "I'm going to get some money..." Her face changed, and she asked again, "Then why are you getting money? You pay

at the door ?" I stammered again, tentatively saying, "Do you need money? I'll go get you

some money."

The girl's face immediately turned pale, a hint of disdain in her eyes. She snorted and ignored me.

Her eyes seemed to say, "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

I was completely flustered and rushed over to hug her. "I'm sorry, I know you're a good girl,

I shouldn't have thought that way, but you haven't said anything for so long, I don't know what you mean. Besides, I saw you

gesturing on the bed and thought you wanted money, I'm sorry!" After a long apology and a string of nice words, her face

finally brightened. Seeing my anxious look (which must have looked really silly), she chuckled. "I was calculating how much you spent

last night . I think if we changed the massage to a Korean-style bone-setting massage, we could save some money. Wait for me

to go to the counter and change it for you."

To be honest, I was also stunned at the time. I didn't care about the amount of money, as long as she wasn't angry. Later, after I

went there more often, I learned to do the math myself and realized that she really did save me almost thirty yuan that day.

She went out for a while and came back to tell me that the bill had been changed. It was almost time for me to go to work

, so I hugged her for a while longer, and then she saw me downstairs. I took a shower and went to work.

If you were in this situation, and this girl not only didn't complain about what you did, but even helped you

save money, what would you think? What would you do? I can only describe this girl with one word:

"speechless."

This incident also deepened our relationship, and I started visiting her more often. Of course, regardless of whether this

counts as losing my virginity, she's the one who took it from me the second time…

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