How many cunts have you actually fucked? My thoughts after thirty years of fucking.

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There's a saying, "A man who hasn't slept with three women in his life is no match for a rooster," I wonder if you fellow wolves meet that standard.

I'm just turning thirty, lost my virginity at twenty, and have been sexually active for exactly ten years. My most vivid memory is still of my first time, back in 1998 when I was a junior in college. My girlfriend and I had only been dating for about twenty days. That day, we were studying in a large classroom. Around nine o'clock, my girlfriend and I were sitting in the corner of the last row. There were several couples in front of us, including one who seemed to be an older couple; they were quite active and uninhibited, almost without restraint. I couldn't resist watching them, and since we had just met, my hands started to wander. First, I touched her shoulder, then her back, and then naturally moved to her thigh, gradually moving upwards and inwards.

My girlfriend was initially looking at her English book, but then she probably sensed something was off. Looking at the couples in front of her, she understood what I meant. She playfully slapped my hand and gave me a dirty look. I immediately understood – yes, she wasn't just refusing to let me touch her, she was practically condoning my actions, complaining I wasn't touching her enough! So, without further ado, I reached around her waist and slipped my hand inside her clothes, grabbing her right breast. My girlfriend isn't very tall, only 160cm, but her breasts were definitely not small; they couldn't be grasped with one hand. So soft, so supple, so comfortable! This was the first time I'd ever touched a girl's breasts, and I was incredibly excited. If we weren't in a classroom, I probably would only be silently thanking God now.

My girlfriend was also taken aback by my boldness. She froze for a moment, her face flushing red. She flinched slightly, offering a little resistance, but it was futile. I was ecstatic; I'd let my prize escape! I immediately began to fondle her breasts, thoroughly enjoying myself. My girlfriend seemed to have reached her limit, finally managing to squeeze out a sentence:

"No...no...not here, let's go...let's go." I nodded in agreement, not even bothering to pack my books, and practically dragged her out of the classroom through the back door.

Once outside, I couldn't think of anywhere to go, only that we all seemed to have something inside us that needed to be released. Back then, I was naive and a poor student, unlike kids these days who can afford to go to hotels while in school. Besides, in Nanjing, even if you had the money, you couldn't afford it. My girlfriend didn't complain at all afterward, which was what touched me the most. We inexplicably ended up in a secluded spot on campus called **Garden, a favorite spot for couples to date, where they could keep to themselves and do their own thing. My

girlfriend and I sat on the grass, and the cool early summer breeze didn't dispel the lustful thoughts in my mind; instead, it ignited them like a spark that began to spread. My girlfriend and I exchanged a knowing glance. She smiled shyly, turned her head away, and dared not look at me again. At that moment, my mind was clouded by lust, and only one word came to mind: sleep with her. (Haha, just one word, I was so horny.) My hand had already reached for the Jade Maiden Peak again, and soon I was exploring the Peach Blossom Cave. The two fairy fruits on the Jade Maiden Peak were already ripe, just waiting for me to pick them. The Peach Blossom Cave was already overflowing with desire. My girlfriend was embarrassed by my touching and kept burying her head in my arms. How could I let such a good opportunity pass? I lifted her top, took off her bra, and bit down on her big white breast. Since I was a novice at that time, I didn't know how to be gentle with her. Afterwards, my girlfriend showed me that there were many marks on her breasts, and I almost bit her nipple. For this, I was punished and not allowed to touch her breasts for a week. How depressing.

I laid my girlfriend down. Since there were other people around, even though they were quite a distance away, I figured I should be just in case. Even the most clueless person would think of this, since I'd rehearsed it several times in my dreams the night before. So I didn't dare take my pants all the way off; my girlfriend only had one pant leg down. She seemed a little uncomfortable. Luckily, I was there, the theoretical expert, otherwise we would have been completely at a loss. Finally, the moment arrived. I mounted her, my erect penis making her a little flustered. I was so proud of myself. Using her wetness, I rubbed against her vulva. My girlfriend couldn't take it anymore and actually used her hand as a guide, her delicate hand leading my penis towards her paradise.

Because of the good foreplay and my girlfriend's relatively proactive attitude, I felt a membrane blocking the front of my penis. With a gasp from her, I pushed forward, but it was so tight I didn't go all the way in, though I managed to insert about halfway. My girlfriend's face contorted in pain, and I couldn't bear it, so I stopped. Once she felt better, I slowly pulled out and gently pushed it back in. After a few repetitions, it finally felt much better, and I could thrust all the way in. However, after only a few thrusts, I felt my glans throbbing unbearably, numb, and my spine felt a little cold. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I lost all my virginity to my girlfriend.

(I'm so sorry, brother and sister-in-law, my first time was a bit embarrassing.) Because I hadn't prepared properly, after I ejaculated, I saw my penis and her vagina were covered in thick semen and bright red blood. I hadn't brought any tissues to wipe it off, and I was quite flustered. In the end, my girlfriend offered her panties to wipe my penis first, then I covered her crotch with them before putting on my pants and going back to shower.

After that experience, my girlfriend and I also developed a taste for this, almost daily needing to satisfy our physical needs. My girlfriend was very good to me, and we were very loving. Until after graduation, her family was wealthy and wanted me to work in their area, even offering to hire me from their household. There were also unspeakable reasons. After much deliberation and countless attempts to make up my mind, I couldn't bring myself to do it, and in the end, I returned to my hometown (my family isn't rich, but it's not poor either, and I'm a filial son). My girlfriend cried countless times in front of me, but it didn't work out. Alas, perhaps we were destined to be apart. My girlfriend wants to be friends with me for life, and we've maintained contact ever since. Although I'm a womanizer, I always feel guilty towards her. So, dear readers, I will never actively pursue her; I only consider her family. I hope she can be happy.

After breaking up with my first girlfriend, I was depressed for a long time. During that time, some people introduced me to potential partners, but I wasn't in the mood. One day, a relative invited me to his house for dinner. I had just started working and was eating irregularly, so I agreed. I arrived at his house around six o'clock, before dinner was served. We chatted idly for a while. He was the deputy head of the finance department at a vocational college, and a vocational school had recently merged with his. Someone had mentioned a nice girl to him, and he thought of me. I wanted to decline, but since I was already there and he meant well, I sat down.

A little while later, the doorbell rang, and I naturally went to open it. A woman wearing a grayish-brown top with some bright colors and black pants entered. She had long hair and was about 160 cm tall. In the good lighting, she was quite pretty, similar to my ex-girlfriend, but one gave off a more innocent and quiet vibe, while the other was more gentle and generous. During dinner, I don't know what we talked about, but it was all about this and that. We introduced ourselves, and then I secretly glanced at her. I noticed she was looking down at me, and I knew I had a chance.

What followed was quite natural; familiarity breeds contempt, and we exchanged phone numbers. The next day after work, I contacted her, and she readily agreed. We went shopping together, and while crossing the street, I took the opportunity to grab her hand; she didn't resist. Later, we watched a movie, and things progressed further.

She was also a local, living at home. My home was a bit far from my workplace, so I lived in the company dormitory, mainly for convenience—I could do whatever I wanted without anyone interfering. Once, she came to visit me at my dormitory, bringing some food and helping me tidy up. When I saw her bending over to make the bed from behind, I suddenly felt an urge. I went up and hugged her from behind, placing my hands on her breasts. She let out a soft moan, resisted slightly, and then fell into my arms. I pressed her down on the bed, lifted her clothes, and pulled off her bra. Her breasts immediately popped out. They weren't big, just the right size to hold in one hand. Her nipples were already hard. I played with them for a while, and her face turned red. She seemed a little embarrassed. Actually, I had touched them before, but it was through her clothes, and the feeling was absolutely different.

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