My fresh-faced girlfriend's real sexual experiences

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Chapter One: I fulfilled all the old man
's requests. Firstly, we had a good relationship; secondly, I treated him to food and drink; most importantly, I deeply realized that exposing my girlfriend's body to this much older man, seeing such a despicable old man's erection after looking at the young and lovely Nini's body, and even touching his own genitals, made me understand that the pleasure that others derive from humiliating and exposing one's girlfriend is something I can also empathize with!

"What's wrong, darling?"
I'm not very talented, but from the beginning of my online life I've been addicted to erotic literature. Over the past ten years, I've read tens of thousands of articles of all kinds and genres. Gradually, I've discovered that I prefer stories about humiliating girlfriends. I've always just read these things, firstly because I was just a kid at the time and didn't have much experience; secondly, my writing is terrible, and I was afraid of writing something incoherent and making a fool of myself. I've

read a lot of novels, and I'm sure many fellow enthusiasts have read even more than me. Some might say my writing is similar to XXX's, but I want to say that mine is based on real experience, without any fabrication. Of course, you know what I mean by names and locations involving privacy. As I said before, my writing is poor, so please bear with me!

Let me first introduce my girlfriend. She's just turned 20 this year. Everyone knows the characteristics of those born in the 90s, so I won't elaborate too much. Our relationship started out chaotically, and I don't know how it will end.

Today's chapter (absolutely true + original + first release) is because in the past two years, there haven't been any masturbation-worthy articles like "Wife Goes to Prostitution," "Humiliating Girlfriend," or "My Classmate's Cute Girlfriend Tangtang" on the internet. Instead, there are more stories about couples swapping partners. I prefer the visual stimulation of having my girlfriend enjoyed by others. I often doze off when reading swapping stories, so this first one, "My Tender Girlfriend's Real Sexual Experience with the Duty Officer," came about.
0 (At the end of the year, we became acquainted in an online chat room and chatted for about a month. After a dinner meeting, we consummated our relationship. Although my friends often criticized me for deceiving a minor's feelings, to be honest, I genuinely liked her. Why? Because my girlfriend was not only beautiful and cute, but also considerate, fashionable, and most importantly, she had sexual desires that were different from girls her age. There's a saying that thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger, and she was already like a wolf and a tiger at such a young age, which was extremely appealing to me, a big pervert.

My girlfriend's nickname was Nini. She had big black eyes, a round face, and the expression on her face when I pinched it was really something! She was 160cm tall and weighed exactly 100 pounds. As for her breasts, well, they weren't like those of a 100-year-old, but they were definitely full and firm, probably between a D and an E! A young girl's breasts, not at all splayed out, and the nipples were still pink and tender. And she Her waist was generally slender, yet slightly fleshy, making you want to pinch it and never let go.

Nini's most striking feature, even more striking than her face and breasts, was her two round, plump, and perky buttocks atop her two fair, jade-like legs! Even those Japanese AVs that advertise their beautiful buttocks with the word "buttocks" couldn't compare to her girlish pink buttocks.
Nini gripped my back tightly, and I felt her lower body tighten—a pre-orgasmic reaction. I think what I had just said must have stimulated her. I pressed on: "He also really wants to have sex with you. He often compliments your big buttocks in front of me, saying they're like big apples. He even said he wants to pinch you a couple of times to see if your nipples are pink? To suck your breasts, to lick your... well, you know."
From starting online chatting to sleeping together on our first meeting, it was only a month, so you could say we were... It was like getting on the bus and buying tickets later. After spending some time together, I gradually learned more about her. She was studying at a medical college, just starting her second year. In her first year, she was deflowered by a senior who was about to graduate [let's take a look at these seniors staring at the bottom of the world]. Her openness and progressiveness in sexuality was largely due to the training she received from this guy from Jiangsu and Zhejiang [this guy liked bondage, deep throat, outdoor sex, etc., we'll talk about those later].

After graduation, she went back to her hometown, so their relationship naturally ended. At that time, she was still heartbroken from her first love. Yes, it really was her first love. She started school early, entering her first year of university at sixteen and a half. Although she was proactive, bold, and aggressive in sexual matters, she wasn't essentially the kind of promiscuous 90s kid.

I guess the guy from Jiangsu and Zhejiang who deflowered her had a lot of "seafood" (meaning he was very vigorous and knew how to have fun) [of course! Bondage, outdoor sex, and maid seduction]. So when I got to her, it was different. Chang Qing, and even at the very beginning of our lovemaking, she was incredibly aroused. The moment her hand touched her clitoris, she was overflowing with lustful fluids. By the time penetration came, she was practically rolling her eyes in ecstasy.

I've always been fond of stories about girlfriends being naked, or even about girlfriends having sex with other men. I've certainly considered trying it myself, but the girlfriends I've dated before were all rather conservative; they were lucky if they just slept with me without causing trouble! There was no way I could train them into sluts. So when I found this rare flower—tender, beautiful, full-figured, and graceful—my lust for her turned into a plan until I couldn't stop.

Our rented apartment was a connected unit building. The first floor was a small shop, the second floor was a platform with a guard room and a lounge area, which the community had turned into a mahjong room. In Sichuan, we call a mahjong room a "martial arts hall"—basically, a mahjong parlor! Most of the residents were migrant workers renting there.
The duty room for the residents of Lubi Shexian is run by an old man named Ban Kaiwen. He's responsible for receiving and sending mail, newspapers, and handling guarantees. Because I started online shopping a long time ago, I gradually became acquainted with him. His surname is Ban, and his given name is Ban Kaiwen. He's almost 60 years old, quite burly, and rather unattractive. He has a large belly, a low alcohol tolerance but a fondness for alcohol, and often works his shift drunk. He frequently tells crude jokes. My surname is Ban, and my given name is Ban Kaiwen.

I was already quite familiar with him before my girlfriend arrived. This guy is very lecherous; basically, any girl in this building who looks decent will have his eyes on her. And I, a single working-class guy, am also a lecherous devil, so I went to hang out with him. When the meal and drinks reached a fever pitch, we started talking about what we each considered to be excellent sexual experiences.

He had a wife, but she was actually quite plain-looking and the honest, simple-minded rural woman with little romance. So, ever since the reform and opening-up policy reached our third-tier city, with the emergence of video arcades, large dance floors, and saunas, he would go to those places whenever he had a little money. However, he mostly ended up with older, burly, and thick-skinned prostitutes; he had never tasted a truly good girl, and even those in their thirties were considered "young bastards" by him.

After his girlfriend, Nini, moved in, he often invited me for drinks, hoping to get me drunk so he could hear me and my "young" girlfriend's sexual stories. The thing

is, Nini dresses like an unusually 90s girl. She loves all sorts of things like tube tops, low-waisted hot pants, miniskirts, and deep V-neck tops. Even in the dead of winter, she'll wear thermal socks with her miniskirt, a t-shirt under a coat. So, within two days, this old man had his eye on her. Taking advantage of our seemingly age-gap relationship, and knowing I'm a womanizer and don't care about the consequences, he often pries into my girlfriend's private matters and bedroom affairs. For
example

, what kind of underwear is she wearing today? Why is there a thin strap showing at the waist of her shorts (hot pants)? Her breasts look so perky and round, did you massage them to make them bigger? You look like... Listless. Last night I slept with your little girl (Wow, her ass is so perky! If she doesn't behave, call her over and I'll spank her).

Influenced by Brother Hu, hearing these insulting words about my girlfriend doesn't make me unhappy; on the contrary, it makes me very happy. He and I have known each other for many years, and although he can't explain my secret of this fetish, he knows a little about it. So after entertaining me with food and drinks, he always goes even further, listening to me tell him about my sex life with my girlfriend. Not satisfied, he also begs me to take pictures of my girlfriend's breasts, buttocks, and labia with my phone to show him. Later, he even begged me to take videos of him with my phone so he could watch them.

Gradually, we became dissatisfied with this, so during the Spring Festival of 2009, when I returned from my hometown, he invited me to dinner and boldly revealed his intention to sleep with my girlfriend. I immediately agreed! However, it wasn't so easy; we had to take it slow, otherwise it would just be a drug. Didn't you hate sleeping with women who were like dead people, unable to move or moan? He said, "That's true, then we'll wait for an opportunity." He then downed his drink in one gulp.
I agreed, but even if my girlfriend was incredibly horny, she wouldn't willingly let some old man sleep with her. Girls are proud and reserved, after all. She's beautiful and cute, with a voluptuous figure; if she wanted to sleep with someone, she'd have a ton of suitors. Asking her to let some old man sleep with her? She'd definitely break up with me!

Fortunately, I'd read countless articles about humiliation, training, and nudity online over the years, and various methods were already forming in my mind. I thought, the entry point would be—Nini's strong sexual desire!

After that, I followed the same pattern when making love with Nini, always stopping abruptly just before she reached orgasm, then slowly thrusting in and out. While she was caught in the throes of orgasm, I would infuse her with vulgar words and thoughts. If you said these things to your girlfriend at a normal time, you'd probably get slapped! For example, I'd tell her to wear something sexy, show off her cleavage, pull her hot pants down to reveal her waist—actually, I'd tell her to show her butt crack, and then tell her that the old man downstairs often stares at her butt and said he wanted to have sex with her, etc., so she would slowly reach orgasm while listening to these lewd words.

At first, she just listened, but later she started to think about it and speculate. Slowly, with prolonged "training," she began to fantasize about such scenarios. Of course, I endured a lot of torment during this process! For example, to prepare for her next sexual encounter, I would pretend to be so tired after work that I would collapse into bed, even though I had to hold back my erection. What started as once a day became once or twice a week, which was really tough for a young man like me in the prime of his life facing such a beautiful and tender woman! But it's all for the future!

Finally, two months later, I noticed that she no longer greeted the old guard as openly as when we first met; she always seemed a little embarrassed. Even asking her to vouch for herself and go into the guard room alone made her nervous, and she always came back blushing. I knew the old guard was definitely waving his arms around her.

That night, during our intense lovemaking, I asked her, "Have you ever thought about letting other men have sex with you?"

Her face flushed red, which was quite cute: "...Huh?"

I continued with a shallow thrust followed by a deep one, whispering, "I love you, I want to see you make love, let others have sex with you in front of me."

Nini moaned, "...Um...who do you want me to have sex with?"

I whispered in her ear, "The old guard downstairs!"

After our lovemaking, we made love in bed. Nini asked me, "Honey, do you really want to see me with someone else? Why?"

I told her, "I enjoy the moments we have together immensely, but I can't see the whole thing. I really want to see you being pinned down during sex. I really want to see your body convulsing during orgasm."
The duty room was small; Lang Lingqing had a small room for sleeping, and outside there was just a chair and a sofa. The mail and other paper he collected were all thrown on the small stool next to the sofa. Every time a young, pretty woman came to collect them, she would crowd around him. Going there, supposedly to help, was actually a way to legitimately lean against someone else using her tight breasts. I've seen this scene countless times. Every time he finished, he'd give a lewd smile. And in these situations, I'd strike while the iron was hot, unreasonably taking her to bed and tormenting her little body. During that time, I intentionally neglected her, so she was always in a state of wanting but not being satisfied. This made her enjoy it even more.

Nini lay in my arms, murmuring, "But with Uncle Ban... he's so much older than me?"
"What? You want to find a young, handsome guy? What if you run off with someone else?" I said, somewhat indignantly.
"No, I just feel so embarrassed! And I can't very well lead him around like this!"
Nini blushed, and I was secretly delighted. I continued to guide her: "Isn't that a lounge over there? Tomorrow's the weekend, and after you finish your homework, I'll pick you up from school. We'll go out for dinner and have some drinks. When we get back, just pretend to be drunk, no matter how drunk you are. There won't be anyone in that lounge tonight, so I'll take you there, and then I'll call him over. You won't have to be embarrassed then! How about that? If it's okay, we can try it. I'm really looking forward to it!"

Nini buried her head in my arms and remained silent for a long time, her blush becoming even more captivating. "Okay, but only this once!"

When I woke up, Nini had already gone to school for her elective class. After all, I achieved a qualitative breakthrough last night; I was so excited that I did it three times, leaving myself completely exhausted! But thinking about the good show that was about to unfold, I felt like I was getting ready to fight again. It

was almost noon when I went downstairs. I went to the duty room, pulled the old man into the inner room, and told him about last night's events. I said I would get my wife drunk and bring her over. He was overjoyed and kept saying "okay!" He then asked me when we would be back, and he went to tidy up the room and move his sofa in. I told him to take a shower and clean the bed. The sheets were on the sofa. Nini is very clean, and she instructed him not to force himself on her. This was the first time, so he shouldn't rush to insert his penis. Just touch and play around until he ejaculated, so it would be easier to arrange next time. He agreed to everything.

Time flew by, and after picking up my wife, I took her to a nearby Chongqing hot pot restaurant. Qi Hot Pot claimed they definitely didn't use gutter oil; whether you believe it or not, I believed it. During the meal, I ordered six bottles of beer. I know my wife's alcohol tolerance; one bottle makes her dizzy. However, today we waited for the people playing cards in the lounge to leave, so we only... We ate until at least 9:30, slowly eating, drinking, and chatting. My wife downed two bottles. Her little face was flushed and she looked incredibly cute!

But today, Nini seemed a bit too excited, since she was going to do "that" with someone else in front of me, so she didn't get drunk. She just told me she felt dizzy, so I told her not to drink anymore. I said, "If you're drunk, you won't know anything, so how can you feel whether it's good or bad? If you like it, we can play more games like this in the future. If you don't like it, I'll just do it for you by myself!"

Nini laughed reproachfully, "You're so mean!" Two little dimples appeared, making her look very charming.

"It's almost time, let's go!"

"Mmm..." My wife's unease was clearly masked by obvious joy.
I think this guy must have taken Viagra, otherwise, according to his usual talk, he only lasts two minutes with young women at his age. How can those women compare to my Nini? It

was already past 10 pm when we got back, and we saw our teacher already waiting downstairs.
"Damn it! Didn't I tell you to come down?!"

"Hehe, your Nini looks like she's drunk, let me help you up." The old man, with his scornful expression, reached out his hand. Nini was startled for a moment, but she immediately reversed course, pretending to be dizzy and leaning into my arms. I knew she was afraid of being embarrassed, so I gently tapped her head—little troublemaker!

This old man must have taken some sildenafil today, he's totally in a frenzy. Even when we were still more than 20 meters from the shaking room, he dishonestly started supporting Nini on either side of me. What was his hand doing? To be honest, I didn't really pay attention, because... Although it was past 10 o'clock, many lights were still on. Anyone who peeked out could see this old man and his young son sandwiching a tender girl between them—what kind of behavior was that? "

Very good, very good," I thought to myself. But what was that basin of water? Good heavens! Did you think it was some kind of dried chicken, used for washing butts?
Even though I didn't have much contact with these tenants, I couldn't completely disregard my image! I winked, signaling my boss to be honest. His expression almost made me burst out laughing. He looked miserable, like a bitter gourd, and with his sleazy face, it was truly postmodern.
I whispered to him again, telling him not to do it now, and he had no choice but to agree. After all, the girl was mine, not a prostitute! He grabbed Nini, his mouth pressing against her face, his penis rubbing against her labia. I thought to myself, it's really tough on him. Such a good girl, so much better than the prostitutes he usually sleeps with, and he can't even have sex with her, only rub against her.

He kept gesturing downwards, and I knew he meant he was being harassed. Okay, okay, anyway, we took a few quick steps and rushed into the sleigh room. Later, I heard from Nini that he hadn't been honest with his hands since he got in! He was pinching her buttocks, touching her waist, and even poking her butt crack with his thumb. If it weren't for the fact that Nini had been drinking and this lewd feeling hadn't been a factor, this old man would have definitely gotten a slap. When

I entered the sleigh room, I couldn't help but admire this old man! He really had it spotless. His usual bed sheet was on the sofa, and there wasn't a speck of dust on the floor. You know, usually when his friends play cards, they leave cigarette butts everywhere.

We put Nini on the sofa, and she quietly pinched me. I knew she had something to say, so I pulled the old man aside and whispered, "She might still be a little wet. You go out first. I'll touch her for a while, and you can come back in when she's almost wet. That way, we won't let those people upstairs see us and think anything."

"Okay, okay!" he agreed verbally, a lewd grin spreading across his face, his eyes still lingering on Nini. I felt troubled and quickly helped him up.
Perhaps because of his heartbreak, everything went smoothly from the chat room to the hotel room, making me feel incredibly comfortable. I was so engrossed in my conversation that I almost forgot how he handled me.
"No, I was just a little scared. He was so clumsy, like he'd never done it before!" Nini said, her face flushing with desire again.

"It's okay, sweetheart! Don't be afraid, your husband's right here! Just pretend you're drunk, so as not to embarrass everyone!" I said, reaching my hand inside Nini's underwear. She was wearing a super short skirt, a tube top, and a small blouse. I stroked her clitoris through her panties while using my mouth to tease her sensitive areas—her firm, round, pink, and full breasts, somewhere between a D and E cup.

She was panting softly, and I didn't hold back. In a few quick movements,

I stripped her naked, leaving myself only in my socks. Then we got down to business. I aimed my glans at her clitoris and thrust in! I pinned her down beneath me! Nini lay on the sofa with her legs spread apart, and I used the traditional opening technique to... "Sorry, Nini..."
I quickly continued, and Nini continued to moan softly. You know, it's okay to do a little silly things when you're drunk, but if everyone knew what was going on, wouldn't that be adultery? Nini would lose face, so she responsibly responded to me, moaning louder and louder. The old man

slowly came over. He wasn't sure if Nini was really drunk, so he didn't dare to make a move. Soon he saw that Nini's almond eyes were closed, only her two mouths were opening and closing. He calmly reached out his hand, and he started to...

We were doing it on the sofa, and he was sitting on one side of the sofa, his rough, large hand on Nini's small... My calves kept touching her thighs, and I even stroked Nini's genitals, her labia and clitoris, touching her without restraint. The second his hand touched Nini, I clearly felt her lower body tighten; she seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit. She even pinched me, looking at me with her almond-shaped eyes slightly open. I think she must have been frightened by my face contorted with pleasure.
Nini kept her eyes tightly closed, not daring to look at the teacher, seemingly still somewhat concerned. I thought it best to just leave it like this, so I used the silk scarf she was wearing to blindfold her.

Now, all the embarrassment disappeared. Nini started interacting with me like usual, no longer caring about the teacher's hands roaming over her body.

Nini got up and straddled me; I knew she wanted me to see what shape the teacher had shaped her breasts. I was really... Overjoyed, I watched as my teacher's hands freely caressed Nini's body—her breasts, lower abdomen, plump waist, thighs, and big buttocks. He seemed to have noticed the unique shape of her buttocks and began to knead them with obvious affection.

Suddenly, Nini pinched me. I quickly followed his hand to see what he was doing, only to discover he was trying to put his fingers on my precious chrysanthemum! How could I allow him to play with my darling like that? Even though she'd been deflowered by someone else, only I had ever touched her virgin territory! And only three times. The third time, I'd broken the skin, and I hadn't touched her since! I pried his hand away. He didn't care; Nini was completely naked and he let me touch her. He then placed his hand on our point of contact. He stroked Nini's clitoris with one hand, and touched her right breast with the other. Most people have a larger left breast because of the heart, but Nini's right breast was larger.
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He gasped for breath before he could recover. His head was already dizzy and he vaguely saw Nini being picked up by the teacher, like a child being changed to urinate. And Nini Ni's mouth was still joined with his stubble-covered mouth. I saw my semen slowly flowing from Ni's vagina; he was actually helping Ni pee!

After ejaculating, to be honest, although everything in front of me still made me happy, my rationality slowly returned. I signaled to my husband not to go too far, to take it slow, not to go all the way in today, to whet Ni's appetite so there would be more fun next time! My husband pinched Ni's buttocks while kissing her back and licking her armpits. He didn't seem to listen to me, he laid Ni down on the sofa and started taking off his clothes. I signaled to him again, and he said repeatedly, "I know, I know! I'll get my kicks first."

After saying that, he pressed his erect penis against Ni's body, and I took a closer look. His penis was thick and large, just like his physique, but not very long, perhaps because he was getting older! The glans was already glistening, indicating that a lot of pre-ejaculate had seeped out for lubrication during the earlier handling.

Nini, who seemed a little unsatisfied after we finished, spread her legs wide open to greet the old man and even started masturbating him. The old man, seeing Nini's cute appearance and her so seductively open entrance, wanted to thrust his penis in. I quickly held him down. To be honest, I didn't want him to fuck Nini right now; after all, he'd slept with so many prostitutes before, who knew if he was sick or not? Besides, what was he doing at that moment?

I just watched, masturbating beside her. Nini seemed to enjoy it, spreading her legs... He pressed his hands together and let him rub her clitoris and labia, making her incredibly wet down there.

The old man's hands weren't idle either; while fondling Nini, he held her buttocks with both hands, kneading them into various shapes, and with the other hand, he touched her lower abdomen. Her lower abdomen, having been moistened by the semen of me and her ex-boyfriend from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, was especially slippery, which the old man found very enjoyable.

After kissing her cheeks, he started kissing her tongue, and soon buried his head between her breasts, sucking them deeply.

With all this touching and playing, Nini cried out in pleasure, seemingly wanting him to enter her, and spread her legs wider. The old man couldn't resist either, and brought his penis towards her. At this point, I figured there was no stopping him; I was busy watching this erotic film and masturbating, so I let him be.

Hahaha! I was overjoyed. If this happened once, could it happen again? Looks like I've made a good start! I need to quickly arrange the remaining details, otherwise, if I mess up the first time, there really won't be a next time!
Unexpectedly, a ridiculous scene unfolded. The teacher's penis rubbed against (but didn't penetrate) Nini's thick labia and ejaculated—a lot of that yellowish semen typical of middle-aged men. It got all over Nini's lower body. I think he must have bought cheap Viagra. At best, it only forced an erection; it didn't last. He looked very regretful, after all, he was about to experience the sweet taste of Nini's lower body—the taste of a young girl!
But what could he do? It was his fault for being so weak. Nini was already itching to the point of ecstasy, and it stopped like that. Nini's face was full of displeasure.

The teacher looked at me, and... I smiled knowingly and whispered to him that there would be other opportunities, and that today would be fine. He nodded, lingered around on Nini's body for a while longer, then got up to pull up his pants and put on his clothes.
As for me, after experiencing so many visual shocks, I was already rock hard. After getting rid of him, I pounced on Nini again. Accompanied by rhythmic thrusts, Nini finally reached her climax.
Afterwards, I took Nini home. I asked her, "Was it good today?"

The feeling was so stimulating; I couldn't hold back any longer, and my semen uncontrollably sprayed into Nini's uterus.
"Ah! He's so useless, he couldn't even do it when I asked him. But how am I going to face him now? With everyone upstairs and downstairs, won't he tell everyone?"

My dear Nini, only now she's scared! She's forgotten how she was begging him to come in! Really!

I comforted her, "It's okay, older people are more afraid of this kind of thing being exposed than we are. You've been drinking today, and you were blindfolded, so just pretend it never happened. Don't be embarrassed if you meet her again."
Nini breathed a sigh of relief. I said, "We've already gone through so much, let's go to sleep!" So I held her and we fell asleep.

I thought to myself, this beginning is just like those articles described before. Now that I've made a good start, the rest shouldn't be difficult!

I'm already looking forward to the next arrangement!

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I could clearly feel Nini's vagina tightening; she was clinging tightly to my back, as if she were pinching me. I knew she was about to climax; what I had just said had triggered her reaction! The first step to success had been taken! I no longer held back, thrusting with all my might, mercilessly injecting all my thick semen into her uterus.
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