Those things from my innocent teenage years

Those things from my innocent teenage years (my first time having sex):
She was my second girlfriend (I was too young and didn't know much about sex back then, so I didn't think much about it and failed to win her over; I've corrected that mistake). We met in a game, and since we were both landlords, we met in person not long after.
It was winter, and the weather in the north was still very cold. Before meeting her, I told her on QQ that I would wait for her near her house. When I arrived, it was already afternoon, and she called me to say she was in a phone booth. I easily found her according to her directions. The girl wasn't thin or the slender, sexy type, but she was very pretty and quite tall. At first glance, she looked like a demure young lady, but that night I found out that the gentler a girl looks, the more passionate she can be during sex. I walked over to greet her with a smile, and she generously said to me, "You're even cuter than in the photos..." (Damn, what good is being cute?). Since we had known each other for a long time, there wasn't much awkwardness between us.
It was soon afternoon, and she suggested we go out for lunch. I asked where, and she said somewhere near my school, because there were too many acquaintances at her house, and she was worried about being seen. So we took the bus to my school, a journey of over an hour from her house. On the way, we chatted about trivial things. Of course, I also subtly inquired about her plans for the evening—whether she was going home with me or not. She didn't give a direct answer, only vaguely saying we should eat first. When we arrived, we went to eat, but I wasn't really focused on the food. I ate a few bites and then tentatively asked about her plans for the evening… After dinner, it started snowing… truly a stroke of luck! It was about six o'clock, and there was still one last bus. She said she was cold, and I suggested we get a room to warm up… She didn't object.
I then pulled her into a hotel (the details are omitted, since we weren't really concerned about those). Lying in bed (of course, both of us, without taking off our clothes),
I asked her, "Are you still cold?"
She said, "Much better."
We watched TV for a while, and when neither of us said anything, I asked her, "Since we can't go back, why don't you call home?" She told me not to say anything, then took my phone and called home to let them know she wasn't coming back. Then she said she was sleepy. My mind went blank... Was she implying something? After all, it was our first time, and I had no experience. I swallowed hard and said, "Then you should sleep." She actually turned around and lay down with her back to me... I was stunned. My mind kept thinking, "What should I do? What should I do? I can't do this..." Just as I was stunned, she turned around and asked me, "Don't you have anything to say?" I stammered, "Ah... ah... um... um... then you should sleep. Tell me if you're cold." She said, "I'm cold now." After hearing that, I didn't care anymore, grabbed her, and picked her up. She snuggled into my arms and kept gesturing with her little hands on my chest. I blushed so much... (I'm so ashamed). Because she wasn't wearing many clothes, I could see her breasts when I looked down—they were incredibly alluring. She looked up at me with hazy eyes and asked, "Are you alright?" "..." "Didn't you say you'd hug me first when you saw me, and then kiss me?" Hearing this, I didn't care about knowing how or not, and started kissing her tempting little mouth haphazardly. She responded very cooperatively.
At that time, I didn't know how to French kiss, so she would occasionally brush her tongue against my teeth. I was completely confused. After a while, she pulled her mouth away and giggled. I asked her what she was laughing at, and she said, "Why are you so shy? Why don't you open your mouth? How can we kiss like that?" Only after she said that did I realize that was French kissing. So I took her smooth little mouth into my mouth again, and that warm, moist feeling washed over me once more. My mind went blank, completely lost in that boundless pleasure. After kissing for a while, her face flushed, her breathing quickened, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me tightly. I used my other hand to turn off the light. Her reaction intensified; indistinct moans escaped her throat. I tentatively placed my hand on her back, gently stroking her. She offered no resistance, instead kissing me even more passionately; my tongue was almost numb from her kisses. I slowly moved my hand from behind to her chest. She stopped, which I assumed was a sign of disapproval. Instead, she giggled, reverting to her usual talkative manner, saying, "You lecherous donkey." At this point, I let loose, ignoring everything else, kissing her as I undressed her. She didn't resist much or respond, simply waiting quietly until I was down to her underwear.
She pressed my hand down and whispered, "Do you want my body or do you really care about me?" Without thinking, I blurted out, "I love you." Girls are indeed powerless against such words. After saying that, she suddenly hugged me tightly. "Husband, I love you too," she said, undressing me as she continued. It actually made me shy. A moment later, she stripped me down to just my underwear. Since we both knew beforehand that she wasn't a virgin while I was, she was very proactive at that moment. After she took off my clothes, my penis was already throbbing painfully. She shyly and tentatively touched it, and when her hand touched my penis, I clearly felt a sudden jolt. She blushed and said, "Why is it so hard? Does it hurt?" I shook my head. She kissed me again and said, "It must be very uncomfortable." I chuckled dryly and kissed her again. The temptation of her lips was too great for me at that moment. She made a few muffled sounds and then said, "You pervert, you learned so quickly." I then reached for her breasts; the stimulation of a mature woman's breasts was almost unbearable for someone as inexperienced as me.
My hands roamed aimlessly over her chest, and she said, aggrieved, "You're hurting me! So rough! Can't you be gentler? I'm all yours, what's the rush?" I smiled sheepishly and gave her a gentle kiss. When my hands reached for her breasts again, her bra completely blocked my advances. I tried to take it off, but I couldn't unhook it. She laughed again, making me incredibly embarrassed. I said, "Take it off." She said, "Okay, you help me. If you can't take it off, we'll sleep like this tonight." I tried again, but still couldn't get it off. She laughed again. I boldly put my hand on her panties, and she jumped in surprise. "What are you doing?"
"Doing you!"
"Ugh, you pervert! I'll take it off, I'll take it off!"
After my scare, she took it off herself. Although it was dark and I couldn't see clearly, I could still smell her sweet scent. I couldn't wait any longer and pressed my face against hers, frantically touching and nibbling. She was already aroused, and thinking back, she must have been incredibly wet. I slowly placed my hand on her panties, but she pressed it against me, saying, "No." I rolled over and straddled her, continuing to touch and lick. She moaned passionately.
I pulled down my own panties, pressed my penis against her, and thrust haphazardly, biting her nipples wildly. She also grabbed my penis with one hand, and I almost ejaculated on the first stroke. Although I had experience with masturbation, I never expected that it would feel so good when a girl I liked held my penis. I couldn't help but tremble.
She gently kissed me and asked, "Does it feel good?" I nodded. She giggled again. By this time, I was incredibly hard and eager to penetrate her. I looked down and said to her, "I want it." She pulled my face towards her and asked, "What do you want?" I didn't know if she was teasing me or serious, so I said, "I want you." She asked again, "What do you want from me?"
I couldn't bear the discomfort in my penis any longer, so I said, "I want... I want to have sex with you."
She laughed again, and I realized she was teasing me. She laughed and started pulling down her underwear, not letting me see as she did so. I had to wait until she was finished, then I suddenly straddled her, thrusting my penis hard into her vagina. I stole a glance at her; she was frowning at me. I looked at her awkwardly. "Did I hurt you?"
she said. "No, your position is wrong..."
Then I smiled sheepishly, realizing that I was straddling her with both legs spread apart, making it impossible to insert my penis. I awkwardly said, "Help me." She asked, "Help you with what?" I thought for a moment before saying, "Wife, help me, I need to go in." She smiled happily, then spread her legs, clamping me between them, and gently guided my penis to her vaginal opening with one hand. I was incredibly excited; her vulva was soaking wet, and my glans could clearly feel the moisture, trembling incessantly. She whispered, "Go slowly, be gentle. I've only done this a few times, and it's been a long time since I've done it. I'm afraid of pain. Yours is so thick and big."
I nodded and gently pushed it in. The pleasure in my lower body completely overwhelmed my thoughts; I felt like I'd be willing to die at that moment. When I was fully inside, I felt something pressing against flesh. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be a woman's uterus. That was a woman's most sensitive spot. I looked up at her; her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, and her sexy little mouth was constantly exhaling. I couldn't stand the contractions coming from her vagina anymore, so I thrust hard. With each thrust, an electric-like pleasure surged through my penis. I, who usually masturbate for 20 minutes, felt the pleasure intensify as I thrust and pumped. She moaned ecstatically, gripping my back tightly, her lower body responding in tandem. A few seconds before I was about to ejaculate, I felt her vagina contract noticeably, and her body trembled uncontrollably. I couldn't resist the feeling either, my mind completely blank. I ejaculated inside her, lasting for almost ten seconds.
Then, silence. Her breathing was steady, and a happy, satisfied smile appeared on her face. I gently kissed her face, my penis still inside her vagina. It wasn't that I didn't want to pull out, but it was still hard. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "I really doubt if this is your first time. It's so thick and hard, and it lasted so long." I looked at her awkwardly, not knowing what to say. That's when she realized my penis was still inside her, and still hard. She looked at me in horror. "What do you want to do? Why is it still hard…?" I hesitated, then said, "Because I love you." Then I started thrusting again, and she cried out, "Husband… no… tonight I'll fuck you to death." That night we kept making love, making love until we both fell asleep. Her vagina was filled with my semen. The bed was soaked, wet with her fluids and my semen.
When I woke up the next day, she was already awake, her little hand holding my hard penis, examining it closely. Seeing that I was awake, she smiled and said, "Honey, weren't you tired last night?" I said, "With such a beautiful woman like this, it would be an idiot not to be tired." She giggled again, and then I rolled over and pinned her down. She said, "Honey, no, no, it'll hurt if you do it too much the first time. Just bear with it, sweetie. From now on, you can do whatever you want, we can do it every day, okay?" I thought about it and agreed. I asked her, "What if I'm still hard and want more?" She said she would help me with my hand, so I lay there enjoying my wife's little hand. That feeling was completely different from sex. After I ejaculated, we hugged each other and fell into a deep sleep until she went home the next afternoon.
The days that followed were filled with crazy sex. We would go to a hotel together and have sex all day long, in all sorts of positions, both front and back. It seems like a month later she gave me oral sex. That time it was because she was on her period. I got her mouth. She took the initiative and pounced on me and started sucking. Although I had no experience and it wasn't as comfortable as later experiences, I was still very moved by her at the time. She never let me use a condom. Either we wouldn't have sex, or if we did, we wouldn't use one; she said it was uncomfortable for both of us. When we were going crazy together, it was either during her safe period, or we'd go crazy for two days and then she'd take her contraceptive. Then
we'd go crazy again during her safe period. Now it's been over two years since we broke up, and whenever I have sex with other women, I still think of her, the girl who took my virginity. I wonder how she's doing now.

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