My first girl

I'm a perfectly normal man, but when I think about sex, I involuntarily become

abnormal . I've read many articles by people who enjoy sex, some good, some bad, but I think most of them are

just trying to express their feelings. However, some are clearly venting their perverted psychology.

Our writing should be based on a healthy mindset; we should be erotic but not harmful!

I've had many girlfriends. You might not believe it, but most of my girlfriends were virgins, only two weren't.

But I have one thing to be proud of: they all loved me very much, whether we broke up or not. I think that

's my luck. But I also have one misfortune: my relationships with my girlfriends didn't last long. I think it's because of my

personality.

I'm fun-loving, and I'm also very lustful. I'm not bragging; my girlfriends all know I'm lustful, but they're all

understanding . We got along very well at first, but cracks soon appeared. Because of my lust, I lost

many opportunities, but I have no regrets. I love the feeling, not the result; I love the

process , not permanence. I love my girlfriends very much, but I know I won't be with them for long. Because I

knew I would soon fall in love with another girl, I didn't want to hurt her or myself.

I have four women I love most, and I think I should start with my first: her name is Shuangshuang. She was 17 years old that year.

I was in my third year of junior high, and she was in her second. I pursued her for three years. I first kissed her when she was 14, and

she was stunned.

But I was very happy. I'm very bold. Her father was a high-ranking official, and we grew up in the same compound

. I loved her very much, although I didn't understand what love was back then. I just really wanted her; I had a very

urgent desire to have her. I kept pursuing her, and later we became very close, but it was only through kissing.

I didn't have many opportunities until one day my chance finally came.

Since we went to school together every day, I used her bicycle to give her rides. She had her house key on me.

One day, a thought struck me: why don't I get a marriage certificate? Wouldn't that give me a chance? I was so excited!

I secretly went to the market during my free time and had a key made. With the key in my pocket, my

heart was pounding, my hands were trembling, my face was flushed, and I was sweating. I knew my chance was

coming.

That night, her mother was on duty, and her father was out of town on patrol. I had already found out that she lived alone.

Around midnight, I heard my parents were asleep. I changed into a beige outfit and

white sneakers, and sneaked out of the house. I went to her building, went upstairs, and stood in front of her door. I took out

the key , inserted it into the lock, but couldn't turn it. Sweat poured down my face. What was wrong? I tried pulling it out

a little, then turned it again—"click!"

—it opened! My heart pounded, and my hands and feet trembled. Should I go in? But my limbs

wouldn't obey me. I stood outside the door for five minutes. Finally, I gritted my teeth. Since I was already here, I decided to go in. I gently opened the door and

stepped inside. I first looked outside her apartment—no one was there! I peeked outside her parents' room again.

There seemed to be someone there, but I couldn't make out how many. I gritted my teeth, went inside, and opened the curtains to let the moonlight in.

I saw only one person on the bed! Oh my god, I was overjoyed!

I quickly went out and closed the door, then went to her side. In the moonlight, I could see her face clearly. She was so beautiful even

in her sleep , so beautiful that my heart stopped beating. I gently kissed her. She

sat up abruptly like a startled rabbit, looking at me sleepily, and asked, "How did you get in?"

I smiled and looked at her closely. She was only 17 years old, wearing a silk nightgown, seemingly without

anything . Her long, flowing hair covered most of her face, but in the moonlight,

it looked even more captivating. Her small, bare feet were slender and white, her toes neither too long nor too short, crystal clear, and her

snow-white calves were smooth and lovely. I was stunned. All I could think was: There really are beautiful women in the world.

At this point, she protested. Startled, she looked like a pitiful little animal, tears streaming down her face. She

slapped me lightly and said, "How did you get in?" I quickly replied, "I'm sorry, I had

a your house. I missed you so much, so... so... so I came in. Please don't be angry, okay?" She

sighed softly and said, "I know, you'll take my place sooner or later. Are you in such a hurry?" A surge

of joy welled up inside me. I said, "You agree?" She lowered her head gently.

I quickly took her hand and kissed it gently. She seemed embarrassed and pulled her hand

back , clutching the corner of the blanket. Seeing her shy expression, my penis, like an inflated tire, immediately

became erect. I pounced on her, pinning her beneath me, and kissed her passionately.

I kissed her eyebrows, her nose, her ears, her mouth, and they both moaned softly. Her tongue

slowly slipped into my mouth, and I bit down hard. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ouch, that hurts!" I

looked up at her closely. A tear still clung to her face, like a flower petal after the rain, delicate and vibrant.

My mind went blank. I frantically pulled off her pajamas and tossed them aside. She trembled gently,

like a lamb stripped naked. I tenderly lay on top of her, warming

her with my body. After a while, she stopped trembling and felt warmer. I asked her, "Shuangshuang, can I come now?"

She replied, "Please be gentle." I nodded and kissed her lips again.

I felt I was destroying a kind of beauty, yet I also wanted to ravage it. This twisted psychology

tormented me. I couldn't control myself anymore. I forcefully spread her legs and thrust my penis into her

vagina. Perhaps there was some initial lubrication, but my sudden entry was still

too much . She screamed, her whole body tensed, and sweat immediately broke out. Then tears streamed

down her face as she cried, "No, no, it hurts so much!" She clung tightly to me, not letting me

move. I stopped and looked at her, saying, "It'll be over soon. Every woman has to go through this. Just bear

with it for ."

I ignored her pain and began to thrust forcefully. I heard her moaning repeatedly, not moans of

pleasure I ignored them. I lifted her legs with both hands and pressed them against her shoulders, making her vagina...

My penis was pointing upwards, and I thrust downwards again and again. Inexperienced as I was, I completely disregarded her life or death.

Looking down with

each thrust, her labia were pulled out, and her virgin blood dripped from my penis, staining the white sheets. Her beautiful little legs were

spasming from my force. I felt she was about to give up, so I finally stopped, sweating profusely, and asked her,

"How are you, Xiaoshuang?" She cried, "I'll never let you touch me again. I hate you, I hate you."

Then she began to sob softly.

I quickly pulled out my penis and wiped her tears. She pushed my hand away, saying, "It's none of your business,"

but leaned against me, sobbing softly. I felt so sorry for her and comforted her, saying, "It's always like this at first

, just bear with it." She asked me, "Really?" I nodded, and seeing that she seemed to be in less pain,

I lifted her legs again, stroked her labia with my right hand, and gently inserted my fingers into her vagina,

thrusting in and out. She didn't resist, closing her eyes and letting me do as I pleased.

My penis became engorged again and hard. Regardless of whether she was still in pain, I inserted it

into her again. This time she cooperated well, didn't scream, and even wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted her buttocks.

I thrust into her forcefully again, each time harder and faster than the last, and both of them moved

in . After a while, I suddenly felt her vagina throbbing. I thought, that must be her

orgasm? I felt a sense of pride as a man; I could give the woman I loved an orgasm.

As her climax approached, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated into her vagina.

The intense ejaculation felt incredibly good; I felt like my whole body was going to explode. I couldn't help but close my eyes, savoring the indescribable

sensation it gave me. I looked down at her; we were both

smiling, seemingly enjoying ourselves. I asked her, "How do you feel?" She said, "I don't feel anything, you bad boy!"

From that time on, I went to her house every night. Each time, she would be dressed in very sexy

clothes waiting for me. We made love wildly—oral sex, even anal sex. She was willing to do anything for me, and I was willing to do

anything for her. Gradually, we became experts, trying every position imaginable.

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