[A College Girl's Sexual Memories]

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Actually, this has always been a secret in my heart, one I've never told anyone, because I feel it's

a disgrace . Today, I'm writing down my story with that man, both to confide in him and to commemorate my

lost youth…
I. My First Time Having Sex
In 2002, I was 17, a high school sophomore. That year, I learned to use the internet and quickly became addicted,

often skipping classes to go to internet cafes. Sometimes I would meet some online friends, mostly teenage

boys . One day, I met a guy from the same city. We chatted a few times and felt things were going well, so we arranged to meet.
The first time we met, I thought he was quite handsome, in his early twenties. He said he was a student at some vocational school

(later I found out he was just a petty hoodlum). I had a good impression of him and we ate together a couple of times. He even taught

me how to ice skate and ride a bicycle. In my mind, he was just a good friend, nothing more.
That day was a weekend, and he asked me out, so we went hiking. He was with three friends,

and then it suddenly started raining in the evening. He said a friend of his rented a place nearby and asked me

to come with him to take shelter from the rain.
So I went. At first, the four of them played cards together, while I watched TV alone. The rain got

heavier and heavier , and then he said, "It's raining so hard, why don't you go back? You can sleep inside while we play cards outside.
" I wanted to go back, but the rain was too heavy, and I wasn't familiar with the area. After hesitating for a long time, I decided

to sleep there and locked the door.
In the middle of the night, he knocked on the door and said it was cold outside and he wanted to come in to get a coat. I had no choice but to let him in.

But after he came in and closed the door, he sat on the edge of the bed and said it was so cold outside that he wanted to come to the bed to warm up.

I couldn't resist his coaxing and finally let him get on the bed. As soon as he got on, he hugged me tightly, saying it would be warmer that way.
I couldn't resist, so I had to let him hug me. Then he said he liked me and wanted to date me.
I'm 17 years old and have never been in a relationship, not even held a boy's hand. His words made my

head spin . When he asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend, I nodded.
Then his hands reached inside my clothes. I said no, but he said that's how relationships are, that it feels

good, and that he would teach me slowly.
He took off my clothes piece by piece, his hands kneading my breasts and playing with my

nipples. I felt ashamed, but also a strange, unprecedented pleasure. I started moaning…
When I realized my underwear was gone, I instinctively clamped my legs together. I knew what this

meant . I started to get scared. No matter how he coaxed me, I wouldn't open my legs.
Later, he said, "Let him touch me, just a touch." I believed him and slowly opened

my legs. But he forcefully spread my legs apart, then thrust forward, and

something entered me.
"Ah…" I screamed. The tearing pain made me cry. I knew he had

taken me .
Overwhelmed with shame, I cried and screamed, pushing and hitting him... but it was no use. He was

like , relentlessly thrusting into my body. I cried and begged him to stop.
He told me not to scream, that people outside could hear, so I dared not scream anymore, letting him vent his desires on me.

Finally, he got off me. I felt a burning pain in my lower body, my legs feeling like they wouldn't close

.
He grinned lewdly and said, "That was fucking amazing!" He asked me, "How was it? Was it good?"
I silently wept, ignoring him.
He got angry, grabbing my breast with one hand and kneading it hard, saying, "Was it good?" I couldn't take it anymore

and had to say "Yes." He told me to speak louder, so I raised my voice and said "Yes," tears streaming down my face. He

smiled with satisfaction.

II. My First Oral Sex
Since then, I haven't gone online for a long time. I was terrified of my teachers and classmates finding out, and I was also afraid of

my family finding out.
At the time, I was just thinking, "What am I going to do? I'll be so ashamed to face anyone!" I didn't even think about the possibility of pregnancy.

Luckily , neither of us ever got pregnant.
Another weekend arrived, and I was waiting for my classmate at the school gate. I saw someone walking towards me in the distance, and it

looked a bit like him. I quickly walked into the school, but he had already seen me and called my name loudly.
I had no choice but to turn around and watch him approach. I said, "What do you want?"
He said, "Nothing, just wanted to hang out."
I said, "I'm busy."
He said, "You promised to be my girlfriend, have you forgotten?"
I tensed up and said, "Don't talk nonsense, who promised?"
He laughed and said, "Look, this is right in front of your school. What will your teachers do if they find out you're

dating ?"
I thought his smile was sly. Looking at the students coming and going, some even greeting me,

I looked at him, steeled myself, and said, "Where are we going?"
He said, "Just follow me."
It was the same place as last time, but this time there was no one there.
He opened the door, pushed me inside, and said, "Today, I want you to have some fun with me."
I kept backing away until I had nowhere left to go, and I said, "Please, let me go!"
He pounced on me and said, "You'll be begging me to fuck you in a bit." It was the first time I'd heard such words, and my face

flushed instantly.
He pushed me down onto the bed, and quickly stripped me naked. I wasn't used to

exposing my body in the light, so I pulled the blanket over myself. But he yanked the blanket off, leaving

me completely naked and exposed before him.
He quickly took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed. I had nowhere to hide, so I closed my eyes. I felt his

hands roaming all over my body, and when his hand touched my breasts, I couldn't help but moan.
He asked me, "Is it good?" I nodded. He said, "Call me husband!"
I softly called out, "Husband."
Then he taught me to say things like, "Honey, I feel so good!", "Honey, I want it!", "Honey, please

, fuck me now!"...
I answered whatever he taught me.
He said, "That's right, that's how you behave, that's how you act as my little slut!"
When he entered me, it still hurt, but not as badly as last time.
Soon, however, I felt pleasure, and with each thrust, I moaned.
He ejaculated quickly.
Perhaps he had enjoyed himself enough, because after he finished, he wouldn't let me go. He grabbed my breasts, pinched and

rubbed my nipples, and finally sucked on them, sucking on the left and then the right.
I had never experienced anything like this before, and I kept moaning and writhing.
Later, he suddenly pulled me up and made me put his penis in my mouth. I initially refused, but he

pressed my head between his legs, forcing me to do so. I had no choice but to open my mouth and take it in.

It tasted a little fishy, and I quickly got up and spat it out. Then he pressed me down there and continued to suck, making me lick as I did

so . Much later, I realized that this was oral sex.
After a while, his penis gradually became hard, and he fucked me again before letting me leave. Before leaving,

he told me that he would come looking for me anytime, and if I didn't agree, he would tell our

teachers and classmates. I nodded in agreement.

III. I Became Lewd
Later, we met frequently. We had sex about a dozen times in total. Gradually, I also felt

that being fucked was actually a kind of pleasure. Finally, I found out that he wasn't a student at any school, just a small-time

hoodlum . He didn't have money to go to prostitutes, so he had to trick girls in school into having sex online.
He said I was the only virgin he had ever fucked. Before, when I first met him, I thought he was very polite and

refined, but later I discovered he was just a pervert. Every time I saw him, it was just for sex. And

while he was having sex, he would call me a slut and a whore. He even used techniques he learned from porn

on me.
He made me kneel on the bed, lean against the wall, raise my legs high, and so on. Every time, he fucked me until I couldn't walk,

but I actually started to like it. I think I've become wanton! Later, he left and went to another city, and

we lost contact.
Now, I have a new boyfriend, and I haven't told anyone about this. Sometimes, I just

think about these things. I'm writing this down now because it's been hidden in my heart for too long, and I just want

to confide in someone.
[The End
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