How to win over a virgin female student

Female students are a special group: just liberated from "oppressive education and control," they enter the ivory tower, leaving behind the constraints of family and teachers, gaining so-called "personal freedom." Their minds are suddenly relaxed, but their spirits are suddenly empty, leading to more idle time and a daily fantasy of a "Prince Charming."
To win over a female student, you need to be selective: she can't be super beautiful, otherwise there will be too many suitors and it will be difficult to get her; the studious type focused on graduate school entrance exams is not suitable, even if you get her, there will be too few opportunities to play around; the main targets should be those who "pay attention to makeup and dressing up, skip classes to go shopping and surf the internet, and pursue brand names but can't afford them..." The story I'm going to tell today is 98% fiction and embellishment, otherwise it wouldn't be flavorful. She is the daughter of one of my former bosses. This former boss used to "take care" of me, but when I was young, he always gave me a hard time, making me feel frustrated and unfulfilled for many years. During those years, almost 80% of my salary went towards buying a pair of "normal shoes"... I'm a normal person, not petty, but I do have my temper and personality. I've never forgotten the "care" I received over the years. Heaven is fair; my old boss reached retirement age; my hard work and dedication were enough, so I also gained a certain status.
His youngest daughter got into university, and he sent out invitations. I went, and even went to his home, bringing some gifts and a red envelope, which made the old man grin from ear to ear. However, during this visit, I also met his youngest daughter, Juanzi. She promised to... Back then, I personally drove (my car is a decent brand) to take Juanzi to school (it's quite far, more than 5 hours by highway from here). Actually, I was already planning my own scheme, but the old man didn't know, still grinning and thinking he was still high on his luck, his prestige undiminished.
When school started, I kept my promise and drove the old man's family and Juanzi to school, in a grand manner, without letting them spend a penny, which made me feel quite proud. Because of this incident, Juanzi and I became quite familiar; she knew my phone number because I told her to call me if she needed anything, and that I often went to certain cities for business.
About two months later... Around that time of year, I was away on a business trip when the old man suddenly called me one day, asking me to bring some things to Juanzi. I readily agreed. (Hehe, thinking to myself, the old man is setting me up for an opportunity). I deliberately drove my car to Juanzi's dormitory building, sat in the car smoking, and waited for Juanzi to come back from class (luxury car—handsome guy—waiting for a not-so-pretty student girl, you tell me, isn't that impressive?). Sure enough, the moment I called out to Juanzi, several of her classmates who were traveling with her all smiled at me (the kind of knowing smile). I told Juanzi to put the things in her dormitory and to invite her roommates to eat together (of course, I paid).
Eight girls in one private room, a meal costing over 400 yuan. From then on, everyone knew Juanzi had a "big brother"—handsome, generous, and very kind and caring towards her. One girl even openly expressed her envy of Juanzi having such a "big brother," saying she wished she had one too. This made Juanzi feel very proud, and her vanity swelled considerably.
In the days that followed, I would deliberately call their dorm (not their cell phones) to greet Juanzi and also inquire about the other girls in their dorm; sometimes, if there were any cheap gifts at meetings, I would give them some to celebrate. Not long after, I heard... Those girls assumed Juanzi and I were dating (even though I'm much older than her). Juanzi denied it (there was no relationship at all), but she didn't strongly object to the rumors either.
The opportunity finally came. During a business trip, they happened to be on vacation, so I asked Juanzi out, suggesting we go to a nearby tourist attraction. Juanzi readily agreed—she was bored on her vacation too.
We spent the whole day at the attraction, not leaving until after 6 pm. It was already dark, so I made an excuse that I was too tired and driving wasn't safe, suggesting I take her home the next day and we find a hotel first. Juanzi hesitated for a moment, then agreed.
—The crucial moment has arrived, folks, watch this!
I deliberately found the most expensive hotel in town and, in front of Juanzi, told the waiter I wanted two adjacent rooms. But when it came time to pay the deposit, I intentionally gave the waiter a demagnetized card, which the waiter said wouldn't work and demanded cash. However, I didn't have enough cash for two rooms. Juanzi wanted to pay, but I absolutely refused (she's a young girl; even if she paid, she wouldn't be willing to, and she wouldn't feel comfortable with it). Finally, I pulled Juanzi aside and said, "How about we just book one room for two people?" I saw Juanzi didn't immediately object, and was still hesitant... Then, I turned to the waiter and said I'd like a double room.
Hotel rooms are familiar to any horny guy: cozy curtains, cozy floors, and clean white sheets. I lay on the bed near the door, while Juanzi sat on the bed further inside. We watched TV haphazardly, each lost in our own thoughts. Exhausted from a long day and quite sweaty, I said I wanted to take a shower and get a good night's sleep. Juanzi didn't say anything. I went to the bathroom, took off my clothes, and while showering, I was already planning my next move.
When I came out wrapped in a towel, I said to Juanzi, "The water temperature is just right. You should take a shower too; it's hygienic and comfortable." "The door can be locked from the inside." Perhaps it was the ability to lock from the inside that made a difference, and Juanzi went to the bathroom. After hearing the door locked from the inside, I heard the sound of running water. When Juanzi came out, she was still wearing the clothes she wore during the day, which disappointed me a little. I thought to myself, "This girl is quite difficult to get." So I said to her, "Get some rest." I
covered my head and pretended to sleep. Juanzi lay on her bed, still dressed, and watched TV for a while. She was probably sleepy and wanted to go to sleep. But sleeping in her coat was something she had probably never done before. She secretly glanced at me, and seeing that I seemed to be asleep, she secretly took off her coat and pants. (Fellow wolves, it's winter, and Juanzi was wearing a down jacket and jeans.) I secretly peeked and saw that she was left with only thermal underwear and thermal pants, her curvaceous figure fully exposed. And after a while, she also unhooked her bra and put it under her pillow.
My mind kept racing, thinking of a hundred different things. I had eight ways to win her over, and I tried to choose the best one, but each one made me hesitate—what if it didn't work? I'd be ruined. I have status and reputation, and her dad's connections are still there… Suddenly, the phone rang. I knew what it was (most of you probably do), so I deliberately got up and put it on speakerphone: "Hello."
Hearing a man's voice, a sweet female voice immediately came through: "Sir, would you like a massage? Our girls are beautiful and skilled, guaranteed to satisfy you…" I hung up before she could finish.
Juanzi turned to look at me, looking confused. I pretended to open my sleepy eyes, sat up, and said to her, "These are calls from prostitutes, not real massages." Then I teased her: "She didn't even do any research. I have you here, why would I need…" Juanzi blushed: "Get lost!" "—Then I covered my head with the blanket. I continued to tease her: 'I heard from Xiaohui (her roommate) that they all think I'm your boyfriend.' Juanzi poked half her head out: 'That Xiaohui, she actually told you that! I'll deal with her when I get back.'
I said again: 'So what do you think of me?' I deliberately teased. Juanzi blushed: 'Um, oh, um, I think of you as an older brother, but I know in my heart that you're really good to me, much better than their boyfriends.' She stammered, probably flustered.
I pretended to get up to go to the bathroom, wearing only boxer shorts and shirtless, and Juanzi quickly covered her head again. But when I came back, I casually sat on the edge of Juanzi's bed, picked up the remote control that was next to her pillow, and pretended to turn on the TV. 'Juanzi, what kind of TV shows do you usually like to watch?' I asked, still sitting on the edge of her bed (I had no intention of leaving the bed).
'Anything is fine, but I like romance movies.'" "Juanzi said, peeking out and staring at the TV.
I found a romance drama and leaned against the headboard of Juanzi's bed: "Who's your favorite male star?" I made conversation. My main purpose was to reserve a spot on her bed so she wouldn't kick me out immediately.
"Jay Chou, and..." Juanzi hadn't finished speaking when—Achoo—I sneezed loudly (I deliberately put something in my nostrils while I was in the bathroom).
"Oh dear, I'm going to catch a cold." I said deliberately, taking the opportunity to pull Juanzi's blanket over me—immediately, I felt Juanzi's warm body; even through her thermal underwear, I could still feel the softness of her youthful flesh. Juanzi quickly moved her body to the side, trying to get as far away from me as possible, but the hotel single bed was only so big, and no matter how she moved, we couldn't avoid contact. However, at this moment, she didn't aggressively chase me away, which was like a reassurance—whether I could get a virgin tonight or not, at least I could take advantage of her.
I deliberately chatted about other things while leaning closer to her; young men and women, their bodies touching, even through the layer, the feeling was very obvious: my heart was racing, and my penis was already erect. Juanzi's breathing was noticeably different, and her eyes, which were looking at the TV, were a little dazed. I continued teasing Juanzi: "Have any boys ever pursued you before?" I gazed intently at Juanzi's youthful, beautiful, and alluring face. "Yes, but I rejected them all for the sake of my studies," Juanzi replied softly, almost inaudibly. "Now that you've been accepted into university, you can finally relax a bit," I said.
Then, tentatively, I slipped my hand under the covers and took hers. Her palms were sweaty. She tried to pull away, but didn't. I gripped her tighter, and she stopped trying to pull away. A surge of secret joy filled me. I turned to her and whispered in her ear, "I really like you—" My breath almost reached her ear, and the sound I exhaled was sure to make her heart flutter (experienced guys know that blowing into a woman's ear is a surefire way to arouse her).
I used my other arm to hug Juanzi, pressing half my body against her. She tried to push me away, but it was futile. I wasn't in a hurry; I held her tightly and said earnestly, "Do you think I'm good to you?" Juanzi blinked, which was a nod of approval. "I like you too, Juanzi, I really like you." I continued to shower her with sweet words; women love these kinds of sweet talk.
My hand stroked her warm lower abdomen. A young girl's abdomen is completely different from a married woman's—it's smooth, silky, and warm, something many married women don't possess. Juanzi closed her eyes, seemingly aroused and enjoying the sensation. My hand moved upwards, touching her breasts. Hey, these breasts were definitely those of a young girl—not large, but incredibly elastic, with small nipples. The moment I touched her nipples, she unconsciously let out two soft "hmm" sounds. I knew she was aroused (not all women are wooden, especially teenage girls; they all get aroused at this time). I rolled over and straddled her, lifting her thermal underwear to reveal her two small breasts. Juanzi was startled and tried to get up to resist (perhaps a young girl is shy about exposing her body), but I quickly leaned down, pinning her down, and at the same time, I grabbed one breast in each hand and began to knead them—"Ah—oh—mmm—" Juanzi moaned softly, her eyes half-closed, her lower body twisting and turning like a snake. I moved my lips closer and pressed them against hers. She initially kept her mouth tightly shut, but after a while, under the exploration of my tongue, she opened her mouth, mechanically letting my tongue swirl inside her—it must have been her first kiss, otherwise she wouldn't have been so uncooperative. I felt a surge of joy; this girl's first kiss was mine.
Then, I launched a three-pronged attack: From above, I kissed and licked her lips, ears, and neck…; from the middle, I grabbed her breasts with both hands, kneading them vigorously and occasionally invading the surrounding erogenous zones; from the bottom, I twisted my waist, rubbing and gently bumping between her legs through her clothes—I dare say, no woman could resist my three-pronged attack. Soon, Juanzi began to moan loudly: “Oh—oh—ah—ah—um—ah,” and her hands tightly gripped my back (the young girl was nervous, unlike the mature woman who didn't yet know how to caress).
In a few swift movements, I removed her thermal underwear and thermal pants (while removing the thermal pants, I also took off her underwear), the movements quick and rough, leaving her no room to refuse. Stripped naked, Juanzi was fully exposed before me. Here, I must describe Juanzi: an oval face, large eyes, delicate features (like her mother), fair and smooth skin (probably from drinking a lot of milk as a child), a slender waist and long legs; if she learned makeup and dressing up, she'd be a beauty in the making. Her breasts weren't fully mature yet; the nipples were small, but the mounds were already quite large (around 34 cm).
I continued kissing Juanzi—ears, lips, neck, nipples—lower abdomen—using all my accumulated teasing experience. My hands began to caress Juanzi's vulva, a sparsely haired, moist area with soft, tender flesh. I gently rubbed her clitoris with my fingers, swirling them in circles.
"Ah—ah—no—ah—it's so itchy—ah!" Juanzi finally couldn't hold back anymore. "Stop touching me, it itches—" she said softly. "Where does it itch?" I teased her deliberately. "Mmm—don't touch me, it really itches—" Juanzi hugged me even tighter. I arched my back, pulled down my underwear, and my big thing was already standing erect. Normally, I should have made her lick my penis before I went at it, but today was different. I spread Juanzi's vagina apart with both hands, aimed my penis at the opening, and slowly pressed down—at that moment, Juanzi suddenly seemed to wake up. "No—no—" she tried to push me away. But how could she? "Please, brother, no, I'm still a virgin—" Juanzi cried.
Fellow wolves, if it were anyone else, any girl, perhaps at this moment would hesitate a little. After all, she's a virgin, and if she doesn't agree and wants to preserve her virginity, we can't force her, right? But today is different. Juanzi is some old guy's daughter. What have I been scheming for all these days? Isn't it to sleep with her daughter? Isn't it to vent my pent-up frustration? Now, her begging only strengthens my determination to deflower her—plop—I exerted force, and although I hit the "hymen" as a barrier, you could say I "broke through the membrane"—"Ah—it hurts so much!" With Juanzi's scream, my big penis slid into her little cunt. My back was also hurting terribly from Juanzi's pinching fingers. Since I had already penetrated her, I didn't stop. I pressed my hands on Juanzi's shoulders and gently thrust in and out (this wasn't my first time with a virgin, so I had some experience). Juanzi's pain seemed to have been suppressed by her lust, and she started to moan softly again—"Hmm—ah—oh—ah—" A young girl's vagina is indeed different, especially a newly deflowered one. It's tight, tightly wrapped around my penis, as if trying to peel off that layer of skin. The suction is huge, like a suction cup, making your penis feel so good that you want to ejaculate. After about twenty or thirty thrusts, I pulled out my penis and gently tapped it against the entrance of her vagina. Juanzi seemed to be enjoying it. Suddenly I stopped, giving her a chance to catch her breath. After pausing for about a minute, while stroking her vulva, I leaned down and asked, "Do you still want
more? Isn't that obvious? That woman got aroused. You were halfway through and wanted to stop, and she was willing
." So, I thrust in again. This time, it felt great (the vaginal fluid mixed with some blood made it very lubricating). I lifted her legs up, half-kneeling on the bed, and thrust with 100% force, slap slap slap—plop plop—absolutely the fastest speed, absolutely the most forceful fucking. All the grievances and resentment I had felt for that old man were released on my cock as I fucked her hard—"Ah—ah, too deep—a little lighter—ah—ah—oh—" Juanzi writhed and moaned beneath me, her eyes brimming with tears—"A little lighter—please? It hurts so much—ah—ah—ah—" Juanzi begged for mercy.
"You want me to be gentler, don't you? Then tell me, brother, fuck me a little lighter, and I'll be gentler," I said mischievously.
“Brother, be gentle—ah—ah—” Juanzi seemed unable to utter the word.
“Say it, brother, fuck me gently, and I’ll be gentle.” I emphasized the word “fuck.”
This time, Juanzi obeyed: “Brother, fuck me gently, be gentle—ah—ah—”
So, I gently thrust twice, then deeply once, rhythmically two shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, “plop-plop-slap—plop-plop-slap—plop-plop-slap.” This made Juanzi even more unable to bear it, “Ah—ah—please, brother, fuck me gently.”
"Then tell me, brother, please be gentle with my pussy, it hurts." I continued my prank.
Juanzi had completely given in: "Brother, please be gentle with my pussy, it hurts so much—ah—oh—ah."
By this time, I had already thrust hundreds of times, was drenched in sweat, and wanted to rest. So I took the opportunity to straddle her, gently pulling my penis out a little from her pussy, then inserting it a little more, rubbing it back and forth, teasing her. Soon, Juanzi couldn't resist the teasing anymore: "Just a little bit more force, go in a little bit more—ah—ah—oh—"
"You want me to go in a little bit? Then tell me you want your brother to fuck you—say it now—"
This time Juanzi didn't listen and kept her mouth shut, but I didn't care. I straightened up and started fucking her hard, watching Juanzi writhe and moan beneath me. I felt so good, and the pleasure of fucking made me tremble involuntarily—ah—oh no! I quickly pulled out my penis, and a stream of semen spurted out, spraying completely onto Juanzi's stomach...

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