Virgin and his girlfriend's teacher

I'm not very talented. Because I'm naturally introverted and proud, I can't bring myself to pursue women. I'm also bad at socializing and too clumsy with words. I'm usually quite outgoing when it comes to making friends, but I'm very shy when it comes to pursuing women. As a result, I didn't have my first experience with a woman until I was 23 years old. I'm sure the guys on this forum will sigh when they see this.

My first relationship was with a girl introduced by a colleague after I started working. She was a middle school teacher, and hadn't been with her for long. She'd already had a boyfriend, which was a mistake, haha. She was sweet-looking and not very tall. It took us two years from when we first met to when we had sex. The relationship was incredibly difficult. I was shy and introverted and didn't know how to confess my feelings. Also, I wasn't prepared to marry her, so I never formally confessed or made any commitments. There's a saying that dating without the intention of marriage is just playing around, and I was afraid that if we had sex, I would hurt her and then not know what excuse to use. But I was madly in love with her, and she was very attractive to boys. Countless men pursued her and were interested in her. I had mixed feelings. Although we went on dates often, we remained just friends, like with other men...

One day, after two years, I finally snapped and yelled at her. I said some really hurtful things because I thought she was promiscuous. She had so many men pursuing her; 80% of her phone contacts were men. Actually, she only held hands with one or two of them, and nothing came of it. Because her first relationship didn't work out, she was very cautious. So it was the same for me. After I yelled at her, things took a turn for the better. Things often happen so coincidentally. Before I yelled at her, I was completely prepared to lose even our friendship. But she was crying very sadly and fiercely, scolding me and saying that her father had never scolded her in her entire life, etc. After that, we didn't contact each other for many days. Then the turning point began. During this process, her mentality changed. Guess what? She felt that the reason I yelled at her was because I cared about her too much. Before this, she had never heard or seen me lose my temper. She felt that I had been faking it all before, and that yelling at her was my true self. And she was indeed mostly right. So she took the initiative to ask me to meet up and talk. I won't go into the details, but

things happened very quickly. One evening after our date, we went home separately and texted each other. She was on duty, and we casually mentioned going to her school. She actually agreed without hesitation. I was overjoyed. This meant that she accepted me unconditionally. Being a virgin, I wasn't so nervous. After washing up, I went to her place. The story began. When I got there, I first sat on her bed. We chatted aimlessly for a while, then I looked around her dorm room. Now, thinking back, I naturally half-lay down on her bed. She was sitting on the other side, wearing only a t-shirt. About half a minute after I lay down, she followed suit and turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness. She understood I was a virgin and that it would be difficult for me to take the initiative. I understood her intention. After about a minute, I mustered my courage and reached for her hand. She didn't react. Then, somewhat nervously, I kissed her lips. She didn't react again (she later laughed at my nervousness). Next, I slowly began to caress her body, slowly, from her stomach to her breasts. Her breasts weren't too big or too small; surprisingly, she had already taken off her bra before I arrived, so she seemed prepared to avoid any awkwardness. She knew I didn't know how to unhook a bra (actually, I had too; I had specifically searched for tutorials online, haha, and watched Japanese adult films, so even though I hadn't actually tried it, it seemed easy to do). I caressed her breasts back and forth, then slowly, step by step, I grew bolder and moved down to her lower abdomen, finally reaching her pubic area, and then her vulva, which was already wet. Incredibly, as I reached for her panties, she seemed afraid I'd take advantage of her, and her hand actually reached into mine to touch my penis, which encouraged me. I boldly inserted my finger into that mysterious hole. The sudden, intense stimulation made her gasp and cry out, then she turned and lay on top of me, biting and kissing my face and lips wildly. Her bites hurt so much I cried out, but I enjoyed it immensely. It was the first time a woman had kissed me so proactively, kissing me so passionately. (I haven't experienced this feeling since), and I responded with all my might, my fingers working even harder deep inside her honey pot. Her lower body was overflowing with fluids. After her orgasm, my hand was sticky and sticky when I took it out. Women haven't done it in a long time, so there was a lot of sticky discharge. She let me wipe it on her panties. Then I took off her t-shirt and panties, and when I was about to muster up the courage to unbuckle my belt and have some fun, she absolutely refused, saying that we should do it when we get married. I was so angry at that moment. In the end, I could only hold her naked and carry her home until dawn.

After the first attempt failed, she poured out her longing for me during the day. The next night, I went to her place again as promised. This time, after the foreplay, when we were about to get down to business, she grabbed my belt again, trying to refuse me. I got angry and shoved her hand away. She was startled; perhaps she was just being coy. So I stripped naked, my penis exposed. It was the first time in my life I'd ever exposed myself to a woman. I was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. I tried several times to get it in, but couldn't. I was frustrated and angry. Seeing my predicament, she gently guided my penis, and with a little effort, enduring the pain in my foreskin, it went in smoothly. I'd watched countless Japanese AVs, but the real experience was different. We did it a few dozen times. Due to nervousness and inexperience, my penis kept slipping out and then difficult to get back in. She was also nervous, her eyes wide open, her expression unreadable—was it the thrill of the stimulation or the same tension as mine? This time, seeing my clumsy technique… She offered to let me lie down, then rolled over, guided my penis to her vagina, and thrust down onto me. Wow, the feeling was indescribable. I could only stare blankly as she moved up and down rapidly. She, like me, was breathing heavily, her face showing a mixture of tension and excitement. Soon after, she suddenly got off me. At that exciting moment, I asked her what was wrong, and she replied that she was scared. I understood that because I had scolded her, she was worried that I would think she was being slutty and wanton, or that I might be inexperienced and get pregnant. Thinking about this, I suddenly felt scared too, so we hugged each other and finished. After all, it was my first time truly inside a woman, and I felt an indescribable joy, excitement, and satisfaction. Even though it was my first time without ejaculation, I felt the huge contrast between the tenderness a woman showed before and after giving me her body. After a long period of tenderness, at my request, she walked me naked to the door, and I took the initiative to hug and kiss her, caressing her whole body and vagina, making her tremble again before she reluctantly opened the door and left.

To briefly recall my third visit to her house, skipping the foreplay, I went straight for the kill. It was pure fodder, the sounds of our bodies slapping incessant. Her moans, responses, and expressions told me she was amazed by my rapidly improving technique. I had been holding back for so long; this third time was truly my first time. It was a release of pent-up desire, a revenge, a rapid and forceful thrust into her cunt. Her cries and the sounds of our slapping were uncontrollable. She was afraid but couldn't control her cries, so she tried to cover her mouth to avoid being heard by the neighbors, but the sounds of our slapping couldn't be concealed. Finally, she instinctively backed away, trying to lessen the noise from my intense thrusts. But I wouldn't let her have her way. You back away... I pressed forward with every step, until she was cornered and I still thrust into her with tremendous force, making loud slapping sounds. She gave a wry, exhilarated yet helpless laugh, cursing me as a bastard. She had no choice but to give up resistance and indulge in the immense pleasure. After her climax, I ejaculated on the floor. She struggled to get out of bed, poured warm water into a basin, then squatted weakly on my lap, panting heavily for a long time before finally managing to get up and wash my manhood with a towel. Then she went to wash her own wet, sticky genitals… The stimulation was unforgettable. My words are rough and incoherent, but I'm sharing this with the gay friends on the forum. Hope we can discuss it further.

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