The women I've slept with (01)

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My first love started when I was 17. Actually, I had liked a girl for a long time, from junior high to the first year of high school. But at that time, I didn't grow taller; instead, I grew horizontally. So, the girl I liked always disliked me. Until I entered high school, I grew 20cm in one year, breaking through 175cm. Suddenly, I became more angular. I wouldn't say I was incredibly handsome, but I finally escaped the category of short guys. I'll write about the girl I liked later. Of course, I gave my virginity to my first love. In my second year of high school, we had to choose between arts and sciences. I chose arts because I thought the ratio of girls to boys in arts classes was about 1:5, making it easier to pick up girls. But my damn homeroom teacher called my mom and said I was smart and suited for science. So, without my knowledge, that scheming homeroom teacher put me in the science class. Of course, I only found out after school started. The real reason was that I was the only student he couldn't control in the class. I dared to lift girls' skirts in front of the teacher, and I dared to fight with the teacher who punished me. Over time, I naturally became a bully. Finally, when it came time to choose between arts and sciences, that bastard was definitely going to get rid of me. My first love was named Dan. She was a very quiet girl. Besides the word "well-behaved," I couldn't find any other word to describe her. People say northern girls are outgoing and carefree, but she was like a girl straight out of a traditional Chinese ink painting of the Jiangnan region—gentle and sweet-talking, with bright eyes and white teeth. She was 168 cm tall, and since she studied dance, her figure was naturally stunning. Pursuing her was simple. We were deskmates, and after a while, I naturally got her phone number. Girls that age fall in love with their ears; sweet words were essential. Plus, I spent a little pocket money buying her milk tea and other things every few days, and it was easy to win her over. I remember it was a summer Saturday. Since my home was close to school, only a ten-minute bike ride, I sped home on my electric scooter. Suddenly, on a whim, I took out my phone and sent Dan my first text message: "It's so hot, take care to avoid heatstroke." A few minutes later, I received a reply: "You too!" I immediately replied, "Don't use your phone when crossing the street. Watch where you're going, or I'll be responsible if you get hit." A quick text came in: "I wasn't walking. I was eating at a dessert shop with Ya and Shan. If I get hit, how are you going to take responsibility? Are you going to support me for life?" Ya and Shan are her best friends, the kind of best friends who hold hands even when going to the bathroom. Seeing Dan's reply, my heart suddenly pounded. So, nervously, I typed a text on my phone, "I want to support you from now on, for life." This simple text took me ten minutes to write. Now I'd reply instantly, but she's my first love. She didn't reply then. I waited until I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was past midnight. I had plans to stay up all night with two friends. When I checked my phone, I found several text messages: "You kept your word, I can eat a lot." "Why didn't you reply to my texts? Are you afraid I'll eat you out of house and home?" "Where is she?" "Where is she?" "No one's home tomorrow. I want to eat rice noodles for lunch. You treat me. It's the rice noodle shop across from the Third Middle School. See you there!" I was so excited holding my phone that I wanted to shout, but then I remembered my mom was sleeping in the next room, so I forced myself to hold back. If my mom found out, she would definitely nip my budding romance in the bud. You know, high school is a state-run entertainment venue where romance is forbidden, but rebellious me still jumped in without hesitation with her. What happened next was just like what you all experienced: picking her up from school, waiting for her at the alleyway outside her house every day—pure, innocent love. In high school, I don't know who came up with all those endless exams—exams for every subject, then monthly exams, midterms, finals, basically one exam a week. Whoever came up with those exams, I give them the middle finger on behalf of millions of students in China. Two months passed quickly, and we made no progress whatsoever. I didn't even dare to hold her hand. Then, on the day the midterm exams were released, because she was very strict and I was indeed quite bright, I actually ranked fifth in the entire grade for science. I always remember what she said to me: "Mu, I'm already like this. Going to university isn't my path, but it's my dream. I'm entrusting my dream to you. You have to work hard." That evening, when I walked her home after evening self-study, she kept her head down, seemingly lost in thought. I assumed she was upset because she hadn't done well on her exams, so I didn't dare to talk to her. For a man in such situations, silence is the best policy. When we reached the alleyway leading to her house, she didn't go straight in. Instead, she pulled me to a corner and made me hug her. Happiness came so suddenly! My fellow wolves should know that before this, I hadn't even held her hand. What's that saying again? Yes, knowledge changes destiny. For the first time, I directly experienced the benefits that knowledge brought me. I held her in my arms, feeling the softness of her breasts against my chest, my heart pounding like it was going to burst. A few minutes later, she said she had to go back or her mom would worry. She looked up, tiptoed, and kissed me. Before my mind had even gone blank, my first kiss was gone. This leap from holding hands to a first kiss was completely unexpected. It continued like this for a long time. I grew bolder and bolder. Everyone has a daring side; it's just a matter of when you unleash it. I started taking her to the playground and, under the cover of night, kissing her without restraint. My hands started to wander, from initially touching her through her clothes to later reaching inside to feel her fullness. That fullness, which I could easily grasp with one hand, was definitely the most sensual thing I'd ever touched in years. November arrived, the weather gradually turned cold, and the playground was no longer suitable for my grand romantic endeavors. But November was also my birthday. On her birthday, she asked me what I wanted for a gift. I smiled and shook my head, gesturing for her to take out her phone. I quickly sent her a text message: "The only birthday present I want is from you. I want...you." She understood instantly after reading it, blushed deeply, and replied with two words: "You pervert." Then she lowered her head to do her homework and ignored me.That evening, we booked a banquet hall at the best hotel in our area. A lot of my friends came; it's a birthday celebration, so the idea is to drink like your mom was in agony when you were born. After a few rounds of drinks, she arrived late with Ya and Shan, carrying a gift bag containing a brown scarf. Seeing Dan, her close friends started teasing her, shouting "Kiss! Kiss!" Fueled by the alcohol, I hugged her and gave her a deep, passionate kiss, leaving her two best friends stunned. After midnight, the birthday celebration was basically over. We saw off one group of friends after another, and my closest friends and I were the last to leave. They laughed and said they'd go home themselves, leaving me to take Dan home. I held her hand as we waited for a ride. She took out the scarf she'd given me that night and wrapped it around my neck. It was already quite cold in November in the north. Then she whispered, "I told my mom I'll be late with tutoring tonight, so I'll be staying at Shan's and won't be going home." Hearing this, I thought I had a chance, and fueled by the alcohol, I pulled her back to the hotel. Alcohol emboldens the timid, and that's so true. When we got to the hotel, I threw up twice, but I could barely vomit anymore. The alcohol was kicking in, and I vaguely remember her taking off my clothes, and then I fell asleep. When I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee, I saw her slumped in a chair, half-lying on the edge of the bed, and I instantly felt a pang of sympathy for her. I gently shook her a couple of times, and she looked up at me, asking if I wanted some water. I whispered in her ear, "I want to hold you while I sleep." Her face turned bright red, and a few seconds later she pushed me away, saying, "Didn't you say you needed to go to the bathroom? Go now." I got up and went to the bathroom. When I came out, she was already in bed. I crawled under the covers and noticed she was wearing a sweater. I deliberately asked her, "Are you comfortable sleeping like this?" She said, "Yes." I immediately replied, "But I'm not comfortable. I'm only wearing underwear, and your sweater is making it uncomfortable so I can't sleep. Can you take it off?" She hesitated, and I pressed my advantage: "If you don't take it off, I'll take it off for you." She said, "Close your eyes, I'll take them off myself." She was still shy. Although I had already touched her soft breasts on the playground, that was under the moonlight. Now, in the hotel, with our eyes locked, she was still a little shy. I closed my eyes and only opened them when I heard no more sound. She had already turned off the light. I said I still had pants, and she muttered, "You bad man," before starting to take off her pants in bed again. When she stopped moving, I put my arm around her neck. She lifted her head slightly, and I put my arm around her. After pretending to be calm for a few minutes, I slowly moved my hand towards her chest. She didn't resist, so I took it a step further, kissing behind her ear and touching her nipples. She moaned and turned to kiss me. I stopped touching her hand and grabbed it, placing it on my penis. Even though there was underwear between us, she instinctively tried to pull away. I held her hand tightly, and after a few struggles, she stopped. So, while kissing her, I started touching her again, slowly moving my hand down. When I reached her underwear, I wanted to put my hand inside to touch her private parts. She whispered, "It's dirty down there." I said, "I don't care. You're mine, so every part of you is mine. I just want to claim my place." She softly hummed in agreement and continued kissing me, then slipped her hand inside my underwear and began to gently hold it. My hand slowly moved to her private parts. My fingers gently touched her, and she was already wet. She let out a soft moan, and her mouth began to respond more passionately. Having watched Japanese adult films, I knew it was time to touch her clitoris. I ran my fingers back and forth across her private parts a couple of times, and after confirming I had found her clitoris, I began to gently touch it. She started to moan intermittently, "Mmm...mmm...mmm." Perhaps I was using a little too much force, because she said to me with a soft, panting moan, "Honey, be gentle."
I stopped what I was doing and said, "I want to kiss it, okay?" "Kiss where?" "Kiss the little bean I just touched." "But it's really a bit dirty." "Are you a pig? I said I don't care, I just want to kiss the little bean." "If you really want to kiss it, then kiss it." After she said that, she took off her panties. I made her spread her legs and moved closer. There was no fishy smell like a married woman's, just a faint scent of shower gel. I stuck out my tongue and slowly met hers. My tongue rubbed back and forth on her clitoris, and her voice gradually grew louder: "Mmm... ah... ah... ah ah~ Husband, faster, like just now... ah ah ah... mmm... mmm," Hearing her voice, I worked even harder to rub her clitoris back and forth with my tongue, and occasionally I would insert my tongue into her little hole. "Mmm... Ahh ... "So, do you want it?" I continued to ask. "I want it, but they say the first time will hurt a lot. I'm afraid of the pain." "Then I'll be gentle, I'll go in slowly, okay? I want you too, wife." "Okay, then go in slowly. If it hurts, I'll bear it." Hearing her agree, I took off my underwear as fast as I could, afraid she would change her mind at any moment. I don't know what your first time was like, but in my case, I held my already engorged penis and rubbed it against the entrance for a long time, but I couldn't find the entrance. I could only rub her clitoris with my penis. Dan sensed I couldn't find my way, so she told me to stop and lie down. She held my penis with one hand and slowly sat down, feeling my penis enter a warm place. She suddenly stopped halfway down. I asked her what was wrong. "It hurts," she said, the word almost squeezed out of her throat. "What should we do?" I asked her. She said, "I'll bear it." Then she continued to slowly sit down. I knew she was in pain, so I held her buttocks with my hand. She slowly sat down until her buttocks touched the base of my thighs, and my penis was completely inside her. She didn't move. I asked her if she was still in pain, and she nodded heavily. I could feel her body trembling slightly. Then a few drops of cold liquid dripped onto my stomach. I felt sorry for her and told her to get up. She said, "This day was bound to come sooner or later. I'm giving you my most precious thing. I don't regret it. From today onwards, you must love me well." I reached out and wiped away her tears, sincerely promising her that I would cherish her with all my love. "Husband, try moving slowly." I was afraid of hurting her, so I moved very slowly, but it wasn't right. It felt very uncomfortable, like a starving person holding a basket of buns that were too hot to eat. "Wife, get down. I'll try to go in again from above." Hearing me say this, she slowly stood up, took off her bra, and lay down. A man can't find a woman's opening the first time, but after entering once, he can easily enter a second time. I think it's a human instinct. She held my penis at the entrance of her vagina and said, "Husband, right here. Be gentle." I moved very slowly, starting to insert it little by little. Finally, it was all inside. She told me to slowly try thrusting in and out. As I gently thrust, I asked her if it hurt. She said it was a little better than before, but it still hurt. This continued for five or six minutes. Then she said, "Honey, go a little faster, I can bear it." I started to slowly increase my speed. At first, she was in so much pain that she could barely speak, but then she slowly started moaning, "Ugh...ahh ... [To be continued] a198231189 Gold Coins +8 for reposting and sharing, a red envelope is offered!

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