Virgin going to high school

The hectic and stressful final year of junior high school passed quickly, and the high school entrance exams arrived. I remember on the day of the exam, we rode our bicycles in groups to the exam hall, chasing each other and performing bicycle stunts. Some let go of the handlebars and raised their hands above their heads, while others sat on the handlebars with their feet up on the saddle. It didn't feel like an exam; it was more like a picnic. Without any adults by our side, we easily completed the first important exam of our lives.

On the day the results were released, 12 students from our school were admitted to key high schools, and I was one of them. My teachers and classmates were surprised that I got in, because my grades were usually average, and I didn't study very hard. Actually, I had cultivated a good habit of self-study, reading late into the night every day. This ability benefited me greatly in my later studies. Being able to handle exams so easily also gave me the idea that studying well was easy, which led to a lot of hardship in my later high school life. Walking through the high school gates, watching the boys and girls arriving one after another, the spacious playground, the rows of large classrooms, and the brand-new desks and chairs—the only regret was that our dormitory was a converted old classroom. More than 20 of us from the class were crammed into one room. But the excitement of entering a new environment and making new friends outweighed this small disappointment. We helped each other make our beds, introduced ourselves, and searched for people we liked to befriend. I made six close friends in high school. I was the fifth oldest; the eldest was Ahong, the second was Aming, the third was Along, the fourth was Awei, and the sixth was Afeng. Our friendship has a fascinating story behind it, and we still have a great bond. Sometimes we talk about it and it's quite amusing. It made my three years of high school life less boring and dull. My second brother's family lived near the school, so he didn't have to live on campus. He would come to visit us on weekends. He loved playing soccer and boxing, was our class monitor, and was a kind and helpful guy—a loyal and good friend. Sometimes he'd bring us meat sauce and pickled vegetables from home, and sometimes he'd take us to his house for a nice meal. His parents were also very kind, cooking us lots of delicious food. I still remember those meals feeling like a festival back then. We usually ate like pig swill in the school cafeteria, so having such a treat was incredibly enviable. My second brother matured early; he had a girlfriend in junior high. I heard she was very beautiful, especially with fair skin and a perfect bust, like two big, firm steamed buns with small nipples like two love beans adorning a pair of white steamed buns. That's all I know. They broke up in high school. Later, he fell for our vice-class monitor, A-Lian. They saw each other a lot because of work. My second brother was also a handsome and tall young man, especially skilled on the soccer field, which captivated many girls. He was the focus of conversation in the girls' dormitory after lights out. A beautiful song captivated everyone at the year-end class party. Their romance began then. After the exams, winter break started, and everyone prepared to go home. My brothers and I were reluctant to part, when my second brother suddenly said, "How about we go cycling together during winter break?" We all agreed, set a date, decided on a route, and promised to meet again. That day, we arrived as promised and began our cycling journey. We decided to visit each of our brothers' homes, but we didn't want to go to my second brother's house again since we'd been there so many. First, we went to my eldest brother's and sixth brother's houses (they were from the same village), then my third brother's house, then mine, and finally my fourth brother's house. Each family's parents prepared a sumptuous meal for us. Despite the cold weather, we didn't feel cold at all while cycling, chatting and laughing, with inexhaustible energy. The fourth brother's family and A-Lian's family were from the same village. The second brother suggested visiting A-Lian, and we, for the sake of our buddies, had to go with them. A-Lian was overjoyed to see us and insisted we stay for dinner. However, while A-Lian's parents were warm and welcoming, they weren't as insistent on our staying. After chatting with A-Lian for a while, we declined, saying we had to get back before dark. From that moment on, we became sworn brothers, vowing to never abandon each other. A-Ming and A-Lian's relationship also blossomed from that time, entering a passionate romance. At that time, I was very uncomfortable in a new environment and felt a significant gap compared to many high-achieving students in my class. I had thought I was a decent student in junior high, but in high school, I was only among the bottom few. Plus, I was used to being lazy and was always late, receiving many criticisms from teachers. Every morning when I arrived at the classroom, the teacher would first give some instructions, then stop looking at me, saying, "Stand up. You didn't attend evening self-study again last night, did you? What were you doing?" I didn't speak because I couldn't think of any good excuses, and the teacher wouldn't believe me anyway. I just lowered my head and waited. I got scolded, but actually I went to watch a video; Chow Yun-fat's "God of Gamblers" was playing. The teacher said, "With grades like yours, you still have the nerve to go out and play? Don't think I'm unhappy because I nag you every day. If you can get into the top ten, I'll never bother with you again. You won't have to go to self-study." I secretly resolved to get into the top ten this semester. I listened attentively in every class, took notes, and asked the teacher for help when I didn't understand something. When the final exam came, I achieved my goal of sixth place and even received a third-class scholarship of several tens of yuan, which was a lot at the time—equivalent to a month's food expenses. The teacher really didn't bother with me after that. Whenever he saw me, he praised me for being smart. Since we were about the same age, and he was also a recent graduate from a teacher's college, we became good friends. The miracle I created became a topic of conversation among the girls, and some started paying attention to me. There weren't many girls in my class, and even fewer who were pretty. The only girls I had the chance to interact with were a few who lived on campus. One of them, named Dandan, was very likable. She wasn't tall, wore a ponytail, had a round, baby-faced girl, and two cute dimples when she smiled. I dreamed of being intimate with her several times and even had wet dreams a few times. I vowed to win her over. Since there were so many people in the dorm, I had very few opportunities to masturbate, so I could only relieve myself by watching porn. Before long, I found several places that played porn, mostly on 21-inch color TVs. I remember the best one used a projector, like watching a movie. After we finished watching a proper film, it was already 11 pm. The owner closed the door, drew the curtains, collected 5 yuan from each person, and started showing pornographic films. That was my first time watching Western porn. On the large screen, the strong bodies of Western men, their thick, long penises standing erect like giant cannons, the blonde, blue-eyed beauties, their proud breasts, snow-white skin, and clean genitals—it gave me my first comprehensive understanding of how intercourse is done, and it made me increasingly obsessed with Western films. My penis was still hard even after the movie ended. Back in the dorm, I told my classmates about the group sex scenes, which made them all clamor for me to take them to see it. Later, I dragged several classmates into it. Once, I went to a small video arcade with one of my classmates, Ah Zhong, to watch porn. It was relatively cheap, 5 yuan for two people. That day, there weren't many people watching. After the owner put on the porn for us, she went to play mahjong. We finished watching, but the owner hadn't come to collect the money yet. Because I went there often, I didn't pay first. I only had 3 yuan in my pocket. Ah Zhong thought I was treating, so he didn't bring any money. When we realized we didn't have enough, I said, "Let's run." We tiptoed to the door, opened the latch, and were about to open it when the proprietress came out to collect the money. I said, "It's only enough for one person, so one of us can stay and pay before we leave." I told Ah Zhong, "Go back and get the money; I'll stay here."

Ah Zhong agreed and left. The mahjong game ended, and the video arcade was empty. I sat quietly in my chair, waiting for Ah Zhong to come back and bring the money. The landlady started cleaning up. "Will your classmate be able to come back? I'm closing down." "He definitely will, but it's a bit far from the school, it might take an hour round trip." "If he doesn't come to bring the money, I'll tell your school principal tomorrow." The landlady tried to scare me. I said, "Sister, we students are all very poor. We don't even have enough money for food at the end of the month. Please let us go." "I'll let you go, but you have to keep me company this time, and I won't pursue it." The landlady was fat, with bright red lips, a pockmarked face, and a messy perm. She looked nauseating. I was so scared that I ran out. I reached the door, but the landlady pulled me back and started kissing me all over. I struggled, but she still pressed me down on the sofa. Her fat body made it hard for me to breathe. She hugged me and kissed me with one arm, while unbuckling my belt with the other. My penis was already limp from fear. "Big sister, please spare me, I'm a virgin!" "Little brother, you watched the video to relieve your pent-up desire, don't waste it, just ejaculate inside big sister's pussy." Seeing that I couldn't get hard, she started stroking my penis with her hand. After a few strokes, I actually got a reaction. She pulled her skirt up to her stomach, revealing her big white buttocks. She wasn't wearing any panties and sat on my penis. Her plump, dark pussy slipped inside. My penis was too small, and it bounced around inside like a stick being stirred in a jar of soy sauce. Her wet, horny pussy rubbed against my little meat stick as it thrust back and forth. I tried to close my eyes and not look at her fat body, focusing only on my penis and imagining the sex scenes in the pornographic video. My penis gradually started to feel a little pleasure, and I thrust upwards in sync with her movements. Because of the tension and fear, I ejaculated after a few strokes, and my penis gradually went soft. The landlady, still seemingly unsatisfied, reluctantly climbed off me, found some toilet paper, and wiped my penis. Just as I pulled my pants back up, Ah Zhong arrived, panting. "I brought the money, let's go." The landlady declined, saying, "Come back next time, I won't charge you." Ah Zhong seemed suspicious, but I didn't say anything and pulled him back to the dorm. Ah Zhong asked me several times, but I didn't tell him what had happened. My virginity was taken by this fat woman.

[The End]

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