That woman's name is Zhou Jing

Whether in my student days or later after entering the workforce, I've encountered men who boast about being a "hundred-woman slayer," how many women they've been with, how many different ways they've tried, even threesomes and double penetration. Every time, I just laugh it off, inwardly thinking, "What have you been with? Hah!"

I certainly can't claim to be a hundred-woman slayer, and I personally dislike threesomes and double penetration (a college classmate once invited me to have sex with his then-girlfriend, which I refused, although I did end up sleeping with her, but by myself. Later, I heard he invited another classmate to have sex with his girlfriend, which he also refused). Although I like women, I think deep down I'm still a conservative person. I always feel that sex is a very private matter, and I'm really uncomfortable with a third person present, even if it's a woman.

Every woman is a different book, and every encounter with them is a unique story. Besides, as I've mentioned, I've met many oddballs—no offense intended. The reason I chose Jiang Changxia as the first character to write about is because I'm a fan of incestuous stories. Although I lack the courage to pursue it in real life, it doesn't diminish my enjoyment. Jiang Changxia is precisely a woman living within an incestuous relationship, and I happen to be part of her story. I feel this makes her a person with a story, someone worth writing about. It's like those people who boast about having "hundreds of women"—I want to ask, how many of them weren't prostitutes? What's the difference between them? Is there anything worth remembering? What do you still recall about them? So, although you've had many women, you lack stories worth savoring. That's the difference between us. One enjoys only the fleeting pleasure of ejaculation, while the other enjoys the gradual process of bringing women into his life. I like to "eat the grass near my nest," and from this perspective, there's a reason I like incestuous stories.

My real relationship with Zhou Jing occurred during university. After the college entrance exam, I was admitted to a teachers' college in the city for a preparatory course, while she was admitted to a science and engineering college. Our schools were complete opposites; my school was known for its beautiful campus with many girls, while hers was known for its monastic community. In college, almost everyone had a cell phone, so we no longer needed to use our home landlines. Back then, there was no WeChat, and cell phone plans were quite expensive. I remember my phone had two-way billing, so we mostly communicated via text message. She once told me that many people at school were pursuing her. I thought, "That makes sense, it's like a monastic community; even old sows look pretty, and Zhou Jing is quite attractive and tall."

We didn't see each other during our preparatory year (which was also her freshman year), but we kept in touch and maintained a good relationship.

The summer after our preparatory year ended, I asked her out. Because my family is from Guanli, having come from my grandfather's generation in Northeast China, my father instilled in me independence from a young age. After I went to university, my parents moved there with me, since most of our hometown people lived there, and they were willing to live there as well. More importantly, they had both been laid off and were now running small businesses in Guanli. So, whether I went to university locally or elsewhere, it was pretty much the same; my parents were away for long periods, and I mostly lived alone. I remember the day we met at the gate of our high school. The moment I saw her, I noticed she was completely different. Zhou Jing was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans—I can't remember the exact color—and she looked fuller than before; she used to be quite thin. Most importantly, her enormous breasts stood proudly erect. I've seen large breasts before. My high school roommate was a girl who needed to put her breasts on the table to eat (I might write about this later; honestly, I found it quite strange, as her breasts had shrunk considerably after breastfeeding, much smaller than when she was in school). But her breasts went from an A cup in her senior year of high school to a D cup a year later—the visual contrast was too great for me. On a side note, I don't have a particular fondness for large breasts. Large has its advantages, and small has its own charm, but I genuinely dislike breasts that almost merge together.

After meeting Zhou Jing, I told her how much she had changed, gesturing to my own chest as I spoke. She replied that she had recently met her high school English teacher, who had said the same thing. Our conversation mainly revolved around high school life and our current university experiences. We met around 10 AM, and it took about 40 minutes to walk to my place. I suggested she come over, and she agreed. I ordered some takeout from a restaurant, and we went upstairs together. I had prepared a bottle of red wine. Although many people say red wine is associated with losing one's boyfriend, I didn't know that at the time. I just felt that drinking red wine with a young girl was more sophisticated than beer, which could help build rapport and create better conditions for the next step. Of course, we ate and drank. Since red wine wasn't very good, we mixed it with Sprite, making it cold and sweet, and drank quite a bit. I have a decent alcohol tolerance and drink often without worry, but Zhou Jing didn't seem to drink often. During our chat, I asked her, "You've changed so much, what happened this past year?" She said she broke up with Da Cui (her high school boyfriend), and her current boyfriend is a senior in college from Guangdong. She then went on to tell me many stories about boys in school pursuing her. I said to her, "We've been deskmates for so many years, what don't I know about you? What kind of personality don't I understand? All of this is obviously irrelevant. Can't you tell me something you can't say?" Zhou Jing said, "Sure, I'll ask you a question, you ask me a question, no backing out, are you brave enough?" I thought to myself, "Who's afraid of truth or dare? Besides, I've been deskmates with Zhou Jing for three years, I know her personality. She always tries to appear knowledgeable to others, but she's actually a pretty naive girl, in other words, easy to fool." I said, "Okay." Zhou Jing asked me, "Are you a virgin?" I said, "No, are you a virgin?" Zhou Jing said, "No, was your first time with a virgin?" I said, "Yes, did it hurt the first time?" Zhou Jing said, "I was a little dazed and it didn't hurt, but it hurt quite a bit when I moved the next day." I didn't wait for her to continue asking, and I continued, "Were you drinking then?" She was probably a little tipsy, and didn't continue asking me, but instead, I started asking her questions and she answered, "Yes, I was drinking then, and later we went to his house." "Isn't that a bit like today?" "You bet." She sat down. "A bit too much." She got up and sat on the sofa, sprawled out, and of course, I followed her.

Before dinner, Zhou Jing had gone to the bathroom once, and when she came back, I noticed that her zipper wasn't zipped up, but I didn't remind her. At this moment, I leaned over to look at her zipper, making a rather exaggerated gesture, and said, "Hey, something's not right here." I reached over and pulled it open, mainly to see her reaction. Zhou Jing looked down and touched her breasts. "Look, look, what are you looking at? Go look at your girlfriend." She said in a coquettish tone. I immediately replied, "What's there to be afraid of? I saw your breasts when you were lying down in class. Honestly, they were so small back then, how come they're so big now?" "Oh, go ahead and look, really." It was still that coquettish tone instead of a scolding one. I knew I had a chance. I leaned closer and said, "Let me see if they're real or stuffed with cotton." As I said this, I grabbed her breasts, filling them completely. They were really big, but I could clearly feel that her bra was quite firm. "Hey, what are you doing?" she said in my ear, without any of the excitement of being violated. So I pressed my body against hers and, before she could say anything, I silenced her with my mouth, while my hand continued to touch her breasts. At first, she pushed my shoulder, but as I slipped my right hand under her clothes and into her bra, she started pushing my arm away. Of course, all of this was in vain. My strength was getting weaker and weaker. I felt it was all symbolic until I adjusted my position and lay on top of her. Her bra was pushed up (to be honest, it was really hard to push up because her breasts were too big and her clothes were too tight). I put her hand on my neck with one hand and let her hug me. She hugged me back.

When having sex for the first time with a girl, she usually won't cooperate, so you must master the techniques and use your advantages to quickly create a favorable position to facilitate the next step. That's part of the fun! After kissing and touching her breasts, will a man stop there? Obviously not, at least not me. While we were entwined, I gradually inserted both legs between hers, and then, taking advantage of the opportunity to touch her breasts, I unbuckled her belt and pants. Then, using a feint, I launched a fierce attack on her breasts, and when she focused her attention on them, I quickly slipped my hand inside her underwear. (Actually, grabbing her wrists is also very effective; I discovered this later because several of my girlfriends at the time were on the fuller side, and the armrests of my sofa were arched metal rings, so I couldn't hold them down.

Grabbing wrists works on petite girls; you press their wrists above their heads, of course, you'll be missing an arm, but remember, it must be a slender girl, otherwise you won't be able to hold them down). At this point, she instinctively tried to grab my hand, but it was already inside. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but they were separated by mine. She could only wiggle her hips to avoid my touch on her clitoris. The clitoris, like a man's glans, is extremely sensitive; most girls can't handle it. They describe it as a tingling, electric-like sensation. Zhou Jing cried out immediately, and you should know I was kissing her. Her vaginal opening was visibly wet; it was soaked with fluid when I touched it. After a while, I released her, and she lay there limply, as if waiting for me to undress her.

Naturally, I took off her clothes, including my own, and then eagerly thrust inside. Honestly, it was quite tight; after all, she'd only lost her virginity a year ago (later she told me it was taken by this senior).

It's the same old routine: just do it first. Once a girl has slept with you once, unless she particularly dislikes you, doing it a second time is basically no problem. During sex, just looking at Zhou Jing's expression made me want to ejaculate. Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, an expression of being raped. I'd seen her cry in school, and her expression was similar; it was very arousing. Looking at her expression, looking at her swaying breasts, I buried my head in my work for about ten minutes before ejaculating.

I lay weakly on top of her, panting heavily. The fatigue after ejaculation made me want to sleep for a while. I wiped away the semen with toilet paper (back then, tissues were scarce), carried her to the bed, pulled the blanket over us, and we fell asleep. I probably slept for only half an hour before waking up. With a beauty in my arms, I naturally had to play with her a bit, touching her breasts—they were really big. On a side note, some people's breasts are watery and feel firm, some are soft, and some feel like two solid muscles, very firm and satisfying to grasp. Zhou Jing's nipples were soft. They were still the same as when she was in high school, small black bumps. As I touched them, I started sucking, and she naturally woke up. "What are you doing? Let me sleep for a while," I said. "You sleep, I'll do mine, it won't interfere with either." "Then how can I sleep?" I ignored her, spreading her legs. Her labia were a bit dark, probably due to her skin tone, not from being too dry, because those who are too dry not only have darker labia but also very large labia like black butterflies, while hers weren't large. Her pubic hair was distinctive, all curling inwards, and the amount was moderate.

I kissed her vulva, then got back to work. When having sex with a woman, to see if she's experienced, firstly, see if she cooperates with you, especially during penetration; secondly, look at the positions, especially doggy style and riding. Riding goes without saying. As for rear entry, many girls don't know how to bend over; they'll arch their backs when they lie down, which is obviously inexperienced. If she cooperates fully, lowering her waist and sticking her butt out, she's basically been trained. Of course, some are self-taught (one of my students, I might write about her later), or they're naturally gifted. The second time, we had plenty of time, and she didn't resist. We tried rear entry and side entry, and I found that although she was cooperative, her movements weren't quite right. She needed on-site coaching to correct it, and she needs more training in the future. After more than thirty minutes, I ejaculated inside her again. Afterwards, we cuddled and slept for a while. She told me that her boyfriend was very good to her and had excellent prospects, but after graduation, he planned to go back to Guangdong, and she planned to go there too. She also said she felt particularly sorry for her boyfriend this time and didn't know how to face him. I told her: "Sex is consensual. You're not married, so why can't you make your own choice?" (Honestly, what boyfriend would make you make this choice?) Besides, you've already given him your most precious virginity. Now you're not a virgin anymore. How would anyone know if you didn't tell them who's been inside you? (In fact, there's medical evidence that if a woman receives one man's semen, there are only one or two types of mycoplasma in her vagina. However, if she receives semen from multiple men, the number of mycoplasma types will increase.) Fortunately, Zhou Jing is naive. Naive enough to feel indebted to her boyfriend, she was also persuaded by me. After she got up and prepared to get dressed, I asked her if she wanted to take a shower. She said no, saying her mother was waiting for her at home and she couldn't go back too late. And just like that, our one sexual encounter ended. When she went out, I remember it was drizzling outside. I bought her an umbrella and then called her a taxi.

This is a collection of essays, written as thoughts came to mind, a series of recollections, hence the fragmented nature. Of course, I also rambled on a bit, never quite managing to clearly and completely express the main theme.

[The End]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/122652.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=122652&aspx=1

Previous Page : A senior from another school came to see me

Next Page : My girlfriend Xiaoqian's dark history

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

That woman's name is Zhou Jing

comment Open a new window to view comments