Qian, the girl from the university I attended in those years

Foreword

As the ancients said, "A man who isn't romantic in his youth has wasted his life!" Indeed, one should seize the day and act on one's goals. I am precisely such a person, thus destined for success. Especially in matters of the heart, I've had a smooth and successful career! Many say that the happiest time of a person's life is their student years, and the happiest student years are undoubtedly university. I graduated many years ago, and university life has left me with many beautiful memories. Actually, I've wanted to write a memoir of my university years for a long time. Of course, this memoir is definitely not about exam preparation; it's titled "The University Girls I Ate."

I will categorize the girls I conquered during my university years, including my own girlfriends, other people's girlfriends, and even married women. The content includes battles between two people, affairs, and threesomes. I will write in chronological order. The story is entirely based on my personal experience. To protect myself, and even more so to protect the women who have given themselves to me, I will use pseudonyms or a single character from their names to refer to all individuals. If you feel that similar things have happened around you, please don't take it personally. China is a country with 1.3 billion people, and the people on this forum are only a small fraction of them. It's unlikely that such coincidences would occur. Please don't identify your girlfriend or wife; suspicion will inevitably hurt your relationship! Writing is hard work, and revealing information, especially about yourself, is playing with fire! So please don't repost. Most importantly, your support is my motivation to continue writing and an affirmation of my work. Please don't hesitate to use your mouse; a simple click will move me to tears.

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1. Name: X Liqian Height: 164cm Weight: 48kg From Shijiazhuang, Hebei Province. Not a virgin.

Having just entered university, the novelty hadn't even worn off before the brutal military training began. Every day was exhausting, and life felt repetitive, a monotonous routine. Those days were incredibly depressing; my only hope was that the military training would end eventually, and then the real university life would begin. I have a long romantic history. In fifth grade, my deskmate took my virginity, and of course, she took hers too. In my memory, she was a cute little girl with a bob haircut. We often did homework together on weekends. Because my parents were busy with work, it was always just the two of us at my house. Although we were very young, our bodies developed rapidly, and we were incredibly curious about sex. We ended up having sex, and I remember secretly using condoms my dad had bought. After starting middle school, my deskmate moved with her parents to a city in the south, and we were separated by distance.

But from the day I lost my virginity, I discovered I was a complete sex fiend, with an extremely strong sex drive and rapid ejaculation.

From then on, there was no stopping me. Having battled my way through elementary and middle school, I've seen so many girls I can't even count them all on two hands.

Now, starting university, the lack of girls to vent my frustrations with is pure torture. It's unbearable. Even during military training, standing at attention under the scorching sun, my eyes were never idle. I've observed the girls in my class with the utmost care, and I've noticed they're quite interested in me. However, I need to maintain a good reputation from the start. Without a good impression, picking up girls later is incredibly difficult, especially with attractive, well-behaved girls. I need to make the best possible impression. I'm quite attractive; my height, build, and looks are definitely presentable. I've already written an article on the original content section of the xx forum called "My Nine-Headed Lolita Girlfriend," which provides a basic introduction. I won't repeat it here. If any gay friends are interested, they can look it up to see my attributes, but I'm definitely not gay. My true nature is to love women. The phrase "handsome, rich, tall, handsome, young, and leisurely" perfectly describes me, which is why I've been so successful in love all these years. If you read my story carefully, it will definitely be enlightening for a novice at picking up girls. Appearances are secondary; "Donkey," "Deng," "Xiao," and "Xian" are far more important! Ximen Qing's countless women were an inevitable result!

Pan: handsome, cool, stylish, and not unpleasant. Donkey:

big and thick penis.

Deng: rich.

Xiao: observant, able to recognize a woman by her scent .

Xian: willing to put in the effort and has ample time

. This led to many beautiful stories and happy events. What I'm trying to say is that everything seems easy, but it really happened, though it's unbelievable for many.

However, there's an old saying that success is often only in the hands of a few.

Qian was a very promiscuous girl. If it were in high school, I definitely wouldn't have picked her up. Although she was fair-skinned and had a good figure, I don't like girls with a lot of sexual experience and a somewhat promiscuous vibe. But for me, a freshman in college who hadn't been with a woman for almost a month, it was like being starved for food, especially since she was quite beautiful. She was in the same department as me, but in a different class. During military training, the instructors liked to organize competitions to liven up the atmosphere during breaks. Two classes sent representatives to sing. Qian's class sent a boy who sounded like he was from Hainan. He was short, but he sang really well. Three students from my class were outshone, and our class morale plummeted. That boy seemed to become their class hero, and some girls even cast admiring glances at him. I'm a rather low-key person and don't like to show off. My father often taught me to be discreet. My father is a high-ranking official; in his youth, he was incredibly handsome, and my maternal grandfather spotted him at first sight. My mother has a naturally beautiful voice, and she's always the headliner at major events in our city. I inherited my parents' good genes, but seeing this naive girl develop feelings for this Hainanese boy just because he sang a few good songs made me feel uneasy. Plus, I stood out among my classmates and was quite outgoing in my interactions. Although it hadn't been long, I'd already built a good network. One night, I went out to karaoke with my roommates, and they enthusiastically recommended I go on stage. I couldn't possibly refuse my buddies, so I walked straight to the circle formed by the two classes and sang Eason Chan's "My Backpack." After a couple of lines, the room fell silent. After that, I sang an English song, "Say You Say Me." Little Hainan was stunned. After a moment of calm, thunderous applause erupted!

I thought to myself, "They're so naive! If my mom were here, and I sang 'Yesterday Once More,' they'd be begging for autographs!" This was a small thing, but it quickly made me stand out among my classmates, especially attracting the attention of girls from other classes. People often win hearts with small gestures. That night, Qian deliberately sat next to me in the cafeteria and we exchanged phone numbers while chatting casually. I figured a beautiful girl was taking the bait, so why wouldn't I make a move? But since we were having dinner together, I kept a low profile and didn't show my excitement. However, back in my dorm, I lay on my bed and started texting her. Maybe because I was too experienced, and unaware that she wasn't exactly a saint either, things progressed surprisingly quickly. We agreed to go shopping together on the weekend.

When I was in my second year of high school, my mom bought me an Audi A4 back in 2003. I drove it all the way until I graduated from university. Back then, an Audi A4 was considered a luxury car. Although my family had a business and I didn't need to avoid suspicion because of my parents' political career, I was a low-key person, which was inseparable from my parents' upbringing. I always parked the car outside the school. To impress girls, I needed to be a little flashy, so on weekends I had her wait for me across from the school gate. When I drove up to pick her up, she seemed a little taken aback when I rolled down the window. After she got in, I could clearly see she was flustered, her face flushed. When a woman is flustered, everything about her belongs to the man, and at that moment, she was firmly in my grasp. "Is this your car?" Qian asked softly. "Ah. I've had it for two years, it's a bit old," I said casually. Back then, the car market wasn't as saturated as it is now. In mainland China, let alone a student owning a top-of-the-line Audi A4, even families with cars were rare. The atmosphere became quiet after that. I asked her what she wanted to eat since I hadn't had breakfast yet. She suggested KFC. I called her and asked, "Is it Chaozhou food?" She couldn't help but laugh. To ease the tension, I took her to KFC. I thought to myself that this Qian was going to be won over by a KFC meal. College girls are still quite innocent; even if their hearts are dirty, they're still pure. After the meal, I took her for a walk in the mall and joked, "I'm so happy, so glad to meet you. We've gotten to know each other now. Will you be my girlfriend? I'll give you a gift, okay?" I knew she was waiting for me to speak. Her eagerness to get my phone number was based on the same motive as mine; all we needed was an opportunity. She immediately took my arm; silence spoke volumes. I gave her a 50ml bottle of Chanel perfume. She was overjoyed. Taking this opportunity, I mentioned that I was tired and wanted to find a quiet place to rest so we could chat. She lowered her head and remained silent. I thought to myself, this little girl is definitely not someone to be trifled with, not a girl from a good family. Sigh! Oh well, what can I do? At this point, only my little head (penis) is thinking; my big head is already out of control. I immediately drove her to a hotel, checked into a room, and as soon as we entered, I kissed her so hard she almost suffocated, her whole body going limp. I pushed up her t-shirt and unhooked her bra from behind. Her breasts were quite large; you wouldn't guess that Qian, who looked rather delicate, had such big breasts. Her nipples were erect and large, though red, and quite attractive.

I immediately lowered my head and took one nipple into my mouth, my tongue scraping over it, sucking hard. With my other hand, I held her other breast, my index and middle fingers pinching her erect nipple.

Qian panted heavily, her moans deep, looking like she was desperately thirsty. She reached out and unzipped my pants. I was a little surprised by her actions, thinking to myself, "This little chick is even more impatient than I am." Without a word, I released my already engorged, 18-centimeter-long, thick, and throbbing penis. When she saw my massive penis, as large as a baby's arm and as big as a baby's fist, she trembled, but it was a tremor of excitement. Her eyes were fixed on it, and she asked, "How come it's so big?!" I pinched her soft little buttocks and said, "Are you scared?" She said coquettishly, "No, I like it!" Then she blushed. Damn, this chick is too slutty. After hearing that, without saying a word, I released my left hand from her buttocks, grabbed her short hair, and forced her face against my large penis. "You lick it!" I said to Qian with a slightly authoritative tone. With a soft squeal, she took my large, fist-sized glans into her mouth, her tongue gently sweeping up and down my urethral opening, occasionally probing deeper, her hands stroking my penis. Her oral skills were incredibly adept. I understood everything; this little slut was skilled. I quickly held my breath, telling myself not to ejaculate too soon; I couldn't embarrass myself on my first time with her. She was kneeling on the ground, moaning for me. This was what I disliked most. I made her immediately take off all her clothes, grabbing her hair, and forced her to kneel on the ground to perform oral sex on me. I pulled her hair forcefully, making her lift her face to look at me, so I could better see her incredibly lewd appearance. The pleasure of conquest was incredibly strong; the excitement was indescribable.

Qian diligently sucked my penis for a while; I desperately wanted to fuck this slut. I grabbed her hair and made her kneel on the ground, positioning her with her buttocks sticking up towards me. Her private parts were completely exposed to me. This woman had a butterfly-shaped vulva; her labia were thick and dark in color, indicating she was quite experienced. Her pubic hair was thick, black, and shiny, covered in vaginal fluid, which even trickled down her inner thighs. I thought to myself, "What a slutty little bitch." I touched her deep pink anus; it was quite beautiful, with neat folds. I liked it. I leaned in and touched her anus with the tip of my tongue, causing her to tremble all over. She cried out, "Fuck me! I want you to fuck me! I can't take it anymore! It's itchy... Ah!!!!" She was so fucking horny! I gripped my big cock and thrust hard, penetrating more than halfway in! She let out an incredibly pleasurable "Ah!!!!

" I thrust forward again with all my might, but I couldn't get in another 3 to 4 centimeters. I started thrusting hard, feeling how slippery her vagina was, overflowing with moisture. But no matter how hard I thrust, I couldn't get it all the way in. It turned out her vagina was naturally shorter, and she was having trouble with my big cock. She cried out, "Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Be gentle!" But I wasn't going to listen to her. Hearing her say that only made me feel even better, the sense of conquest intensified. I continued thrusting hard, continuously for over 200 thrusts, when suddenly her whole body convulsed, and she trembled as she said, "No... I can't... Ah!!!!

I'm going to cum!!! Ah!!" I thought to myself, "Cum what? Are you going to ejaculate?" She suddenly jerked forward, and my penis instantly came out. Immediately afterward, a slightly whitish liquid gushed from her vagina. The pressure was considerable; some hit my glans, and some sprayed onto my lower abdomen, covering my pubic hair with her vaginal fluid! She had squirted! So quickly and so intensely!

I'd never experienced squirting before. I've been with so many women, but this was the first time. The hot vaginal fluid hitting my glans made it itch; it felt so different. I couldn't control myself anymore. Before she'd finished gushing, I grabbed her short hair with both hands and pulled her back forcefully. My large penis plunged back into her still-squirting vagina, thrusting violently about 20 times. My lower abdomen slammed against her soft, white buttocks with a loud slapping sound. Oh my god!! With a "whoosh," my scalding semen gushed out, all of it shooting deep into her vagina. The heat from the semen sent her into another orgasm, mixed with my own, this time even more intense and powerful, lasting for seven or eight seconds. Then she collapsed, half-lying on the hotel carpet, her body convulsing. I was terrified, afraid she'd die from over-excitement! It felt

so good. But as we were leaving the hotel, she received a text message: "Wife, what are you doing? Missing me?" At first, I tried to see it, but she wouldn't let me. I had to forcibly take it, and she confessed that she hadn't broken up with her high school boyfriend. He was studying at a university in the south. Knowing that because of this past conflict, she wouldn't let him be my official girlfriend, Qian became my sexual partner during university—or rather, my sex slave. Under my tutelage, she fully displayed the submissive nature hidden deep within her, a nature she herself was unaware of! After graduating from university, her boyfriend stayed in the south, and she followed him. They've been married for over two years now and have a daughter! They seem to be living a very happy life. Sometimes we bump into each other online and exchange pleasantries. Perhaps she'll never forget me, the man who truly brought her pleasure! This is something her boyfriend could never give her!

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