Three women in my life

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In sixth grade, when I was thirteen, I loved reading novels. Whenever they described lovemaking, I felt my blood boil and I couldn't contain myself.

The novels used many stimulating words—descriptions of madness and brutality, warmth and romance, and beauty and tenderness—all of which fueled my wild fantasies.

The description of a girl's genitals as a "peach" was particularly intriguing.

I once went to the market and carefully selected some peaches, examining them closely, touching them, comparing them to the delicate beauties in nude magazines, always finding them different.

Later, I guessed that the warm, pleasurable sensation of breaking open a peach was similar to the feeling of sex. So, one time, in a moment of inexplicable excitement, I plunged into a ripe peach.

Instantly, the aroma, the juices, and the flesh filled the air, making me a complete mess.

Throughout my childhood, I devoted a lot of energy to fantasies; I longed for the opportunity to interact with girls.

At seventeen, I finally met my "benefactor," a man two years my senior who had already entered the workforce after high school graduation.

Under his guidance and encouragement, I went with him to a coffee shop in Ximending.

The dark and mysterious atmosphere of the coffee shop made my heart pound with unease.

A girl walked up to me, asked my name, and then plopped down in my lap. I felt a wave of soft, warm pleasure wash over me, and I was at a loss for what to do.

Following my "benefactor's" instructions, I immediately reached inside her collar, and as my hand slipped inside, I was overjoyed.

The girl, seemingly sensing from my trembling hands that I was a virgin, began to play tricks on me, resisting my advances and trying to persuade me to give her a generous tip before letting me indulge myself.

I readily agreed, promising not to break my word. She smiled sweetly, embraced me, and gave me a fragrant kiss.

Then, with a sweet smile, she guided my hand inside her skirt.

At that moment, I was incredibly nervous, considering it the most thrilling experience of my life—a once-in-a-lifetime adventure!

A moment later, the girl suddenly unzipped my pants, reached inside, and began to caress me.

My reaction was passionate; I was fully aroused, unable to resist.

She skillfully manipulated my movements, and I had never experienced such a subtle sensation before. Suddenly, I felt dizzy and restless.

For a while, I felt like I was about to ejaculate, but she cleverly stopped, letting me catch my breath.

Suddenly, she sat up seriously and said my hands were going too far, completely inappropriate. "What are you doing?" she scolded me.

Stopping all activity, I felt a sense of loss, unsure what to do.

The girl said I was completely clueless and should pay more money to go upstairs to a room to properly enjoy myself.

My mind was in turmoil, and I asked her how much she wanted. She gave me a price, equivalent to a month's allowance. I froze, dumbfounded.

Seeing that I didn't react, she told me to pay and leave. After thinking it over, I reluctantly emptied my pockets and went upstairs with the girl to a room.

When we entered the room, I turned my back, my face burning, timid and shy, like a little girl.

Only then did I have a chance to see this first woman in my life clearly.

She was young, her dress short, but her appearance was really not flattering; her hands and feet were rough, and she was covered in body hair.

She quickly and forcefully stripped off her clothes, revealing her snow-white body.

I greedily gazed at her peach-like vulva.

The color was a vibrant red, supposedly the same for young girls.

I nervously stripped off my clothes and climbed into bed.

She allowed me to fumble around, touching her entire body, but when I excitedly tried to take her, she remained calm and guarded her, saying I hadn't paid enough.

Apparently, the usual rules didn't include sex between us; we could only "chat under the covers."

At this point, I was like an arrow on a bowstring, ready to be released. I had been waiting for this swan meat for so long, passing one hurdle after another, yet still unable to have it, which was incredibly frustrating and disheartening.

Under her relentless pressure, I gave her my travel expenses home and next month's rent.

She took the money, smiled sweetly, bit my shoulder, and then urged me to go into battle.

I frantically searched for a while but couldn't find the place I wanted!

In my panic, I could only lie down beside her for a short rest.

She asked if I wasn't coming back; if I gave up, she would leave!

I quickly denied it and tried again.

Perhaps I was sweating profusely and looking too disheveled, because with a flick of her delicate hand, she easily entered my target.

The feeling was subtle, so different from what I had imagined; even the taste of a ripe peach couldn't compare.

Disappointed, she started swaying her hips.

I realized I couldn't hold on any longer and quickly asked her to stop, but before I could finish speaking, I had already ejaculated.

My first time was lost so helplessly and boredomfully.

Moreover, I spent more than twice as much as others to enjoy this long-awaited moment.

This experience greatly influenced my life afterward. I always thought I was a quick shooter, easily ejaculated. The

reason I became a quick shooter was because the girl who gave me my first time left me feeling utterly disappointed and frustrated. My expectations of her were too high, but I was greatly disappointed, leaving me furious and exasperated.

As a result, I gradually lost my former fantasies and respect for girls I met afterward. When I saw a girl I liked, all I wanted was to strip her naked, humiliate, conquer, and abuse her, then run away to find another target. For me, love was nothing more than the physical body and sex; where had the love I longed for, the love that lingered in my heart and haunted my dreams, gone? It wasn't

until I was twenty-one, when I met Qingqing,

that I suddenly realized that true love, though seemingly just a fleeting echo, had become a thing of the past. Qingqing was my classmate in college. She had a pointed nose, a small mouth, long flowing hair, and snow-white skin. To be honest, when I first met her, I didn't find her attractive at all. She was like a princess from a comic book, ethereal and unappealing, too thin, and simply not "appetizing"!

That day, as the long summer was drawing to a close, the afternoon suddenly became overcast with clouds and thunder and rain. After class, everyone had left, and I sat at my desk, watching the large raindrops dance on the concrete outside the window, wondering where I should go to spend the evening.

Qingqing went back to the classroom to get her forgotten parasol. Seeing me staring blankly out the window, she kindly asked me: "Want to share an umbrella and go down the mountain to catch a bus?"

I gave her a curt reply, took her umbrella, and walked along the campus path, past a dense, wooded "lovers' trail." Suddenly, I felt an urgent need to relieve myself, so I pulled her into the woods to do so. She turned her back, listening to the soft, splashing sounds of my urine hitting the muddy ground, which made me very happy. Rainwater soaked her hair, leaving glistening droplets. I suddenly realized she was quite pretty; slender and delicate, her lips tightly pursed, her large, clear eyes fixed on me.

I wrapped my left arm around her waist, pulled her close, and dragged her to a large tree trunk.

My right hand hooked around her neck, gently stroking her tender skin, shocking her!

"You...you...what are you doing?"

She stared at me, her eyes wide, her voice low.

I tightened my left arm, pulling Qingqing into my embrace, and lowered my head to smell her hair:

"Oh! You're crazy! Don't...don't do this!"

She struggled, but couldn't, and could only plead.

"I'm warning you, don't speak!" I glared at her like a hungry beast, lowering my voice, "Hmph! Don't yell, or I'll be rude!"

Seeing me suddenly become a different person, her hands groping her breasts, she was both ashamed and frightened, tears welling up and dripping onto her clothes. I showed no mercy, pressing my lower abdomen forward, groping her breasts again, my right hand slowly moving up to the buttons on her clothes, unbuttoning them one by one. When her snow-white breasts were exposed, I couldn't help but swallow.

"Take it off, hurry up!" I urged.

She silently complied, stripping off her top and tossing it beside the tree trunk.

Her small, exquisite breasts swayed with her movements; perhaps because of my earlier caresses, her nipples were swollen and protruding, like two tempting grapes. I watched, my heart itching unbearably. Seeing that no one was around, I quickly dragged her into the grass, opened my arms, grabbed her, lifted her up, and ripped open her skirt with one hand.

"No!" she struggled desperately, pleading softly.

However, it was all in vain .

Her hands tightly covered the silk panties beneath her skirt.

Ignoring everything else, I pressed down on her upper body with my left hand, and with my right hand, I ripped off the panties, pulling them down to her knees.

I gave her a hard push, causing her to fall heavily backward into the grass, then lifted her legs and, with a few quick tugs, removed the rolled-up panties and threw them on the ground.

Qingqing was now completely naked. In her haste, she crossed her legs, her hands covering her private parts. A muffled sound escaped her throat, a desperate attempt to scream, but she had no strength left.

My eyes were greedily fixed on her naked body as I hastily removed my own clothes, quickly stripping myself bare. Her eyes were tightly closed

, two silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Seeing this only fueled my desire. I pounced on her, one hand grabbing her breasts, the other caressing her clenched legs.

I admit I was like a sadist, squeezing so hard, yet she dared not utter a sound, only gritting her teeth in endurance!

I thrust forward, charging and pounding, rising and falling like a storm sweeping across an army. A blush spread across her face, her eyes closed as if in slumber, her small mouth open, whether from pain or some other form of suffering, I couldn't tell.

We spent nearly two hours in the grass, making our way through the woods, before I finally reached my climax and, exhausted, stopped.

The next day, Qingqing was still as serious as ever, attending class as usual.

As I walked past her, I glanced at her sideways. She looked at me, a half-smile playing on her lips.

To be honest, I was incredibly flustered. Yesterday's wild and unrestrained behavior towards her had left me deeply remorseful. I regretted my impetuousness, my disrespect and immorality towards such an elegant, gentle, and beautiful girl. I was no human being!

Strangely, she didn't seem to blame me at all. During class, her eyes would occasionally drift towards me. I lowered my head in shame, deciding to apologize and give her anything she wanted!

After class, she deliberately walked ahead alone, and I silently followed behind her. The two of us walked through the campus like this, one after the other, until we entered... Yesterday, in the thicket of bushes, she watched me follow her from a distance and asked impatiently, "How long are you going to follow me?"

I stared at her silently, her delicate face, her high-bridged nose, the wind blowing behind her, her long hair billowing in the air, the birdsong of the woods drifting in from afar. I stood there, stunned, and suddenly realized: "She is the first woman in my life!"

At seventeen, I stumbled into a coffee shop in Ximending and "lost my virginity" to a young, unrefined girl, paying more than double the price of others.

Growing up, these wrong experiences led me to wrong perceptions, and from then on, my conquests were nothing but physical hunting followed by boredom and helplessness.

But fate was kind to me; at twenty-one, I met Qingqing, who profoundly reflected my baseness and crudeness. She forgave me, and followed me, willing to grow old with me, our love pledged for life.

What have I done to deserve such a lovely girl? I can only cherish and love her with a heart full of atonement. Don't believe me? Every night I kneel before her to confess my sins and rudeness. The only difference is that she lies in bed listening to my confession, while I kneel on her waist, pleading for her forgiveness with deep, forceful thrusts.

Amidst heavy breathing, the brilliance fades into calm, all the madness passes, and Qingqing's soft, rounded female body remains, especially after our extreme indulgence and excitement. Every night, we make love countless times, then fall into a deep sleep in utter exhaustion.

However, is the nature of love fickle? After a summer, I met Xiuxiu. Xiuxiu is a year older than Qingqing, with prominent breasts and a shapely bottom, a captivating figure. Walking down the street, she certainly doesn't attract attention, especially the faint outline of her underwear hidden under her short skirt, which makes one want to pull it open and take a look.

Xiuxiu is my neighbor; we've lived together since childhood. She has a strong liking for me, always calling me "Big Brother" whenever she sees me, regardless of what others think. She even openly tells me that if I'm interested, she's willing to "serve me and let me do as I please."

I'm such a masochist; I can't resist taking a bite of the swan meat that's already in my mouth. One night, Xiuxiu and I went to see a movie. Her body pressed tightly against my shoulder, her hair intentionally or unintentionally brushing against my neck. A fresh, delicate fragrance wafted into my mind from her mouth and nose. My brain must have been "out of control," so I took the opportunity to kiss her. She didn't resist, her wet lips teasing my tongue. My hands were like dragons, roaming over her breasts and round buttocks, making her gasp and restless.

I didn't say anything, nor did I want to let go.

But she couldn't take it anymore and whispered beside me, "Let's go, not here!"

"Where to?"

"You're a man, how come you don't know?" Xiuxiu laughed.

"I...I really don't know." I decided to play dumb, happy to let her make the decisions and reap the benefits.

In the end, we went to her little bedroom. Her parents had long since immigrated to the United States, her younger brother was studying in Taichung, and she lived alone on the top floor of a fourth-floor apartment, keeping a large wolfhound for company.

The wolfhound barked suspiciously when it saw me, its tongue lolling out and its teeth bared, ready to pounce. Xiuxiu whispered a soft scolding, telling it to stay put and not move. In its eyes, I was "coming with ill intentions," but I thought it was the "bad guy" who was the real target! The two of us stared at each other, wary and watchful, as I entered Xiuxiu's house.

Upon entering the living room, I didn't have time to look at the other rooms. I grabbed Xiuxiu and, driven by lust, completely lost my reason. I desperately tried to tear at the zipper of her miniskirt. Amidst Xiuxiu's giggles, her skirt slipped down her shoulders, revealing a pinkish-white, semi-transparent bra that made her flawlessly white skin even more radiant and captivating…

And most importantly, Xiuxiu's round, bouncy thighs were crossed and raised, smooth and alluring, with her full, firm, peach-like mound taut between them.

The blazing flames set my entire body ablaze.

Her eyes were half-closed, her red lips slightly parted, and her slender waist twisted like a snake.

A moan escaped her throat as she helplessly flailed her two snow-white thighs, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, silently uttering "Oh—oh—".

Without a second thought, I stripped myself naked in a few quick movements; my erect penis began to thrust in, its steady, slow, and swirling steps deepening, penetrating as deeply as possible, charging through the primeval jungle, forward, forward, valiant warriors.

Each thrust quickened, and with a final, powerful exhale, my body trembled violently, a wave of pleasure washing over me.

I collapsed onto Xiuxiu's soft, white body and fell asleep. In my dream, I suddenly felt that Xiuxiu beneath me had become Qingqing, then I vaguely felt it was Xiuxiu, Xiuxiu Qingqing, Qingqing Xiuxiu, images of her floating in my mind like a revolving lantern.

Oh God, I must be going crazy! What am I going to do?

This is my dilemma. I'm fickle, always wanting more, always thinking the next woman will be better. Women on women, one on each side, I'm lost in the moment. But time is never enough, and my energy is limited. I can't be in two places at once. I truly don't know what to do.

And these worries are my own doing. I can't blame anyone but myself, this pig-headed fool. I've attracted women, yet I can't properly care for them or handle the aftermath, leaving me constantly restless and unable to live a peaceful life.

"Spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has the moon, summer has cool breezes, winter has snow. If there are no idle worries on your mind, then every season is a good season."

This is a poem by the Song Dynasty Zen monk, and it's also my motto. Whenever I make love with a woman, I always think of this poem, then I passionately bend down and get to work. Ah… things will pass, I'll deal with it tomorrow.

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