The only virgin among the women in my life who has never slept with me.

From 1997 until now, roughly speaking, I've slept with over sixty women.

They've come in all shapes and sizes: factory workers, students, company employees, hospital

nurses, and the mature women that guys love most. The only regret is that none of them were virgins, and the only virgin I slept with was

someone I didn't sleep with.

It was back in 2001. I was working in a large building in the south of the city. Ping was the secretary to the building's finance manager.

We met through an introduction.

Ping was a very ordinary girl, 25 years old at the time, 1.7 meters tall, not particularly beautiful

but dignified and pretty, with a slender figure. The only flaw was her small breasts; later confirmed, an A cup,

but with a minus sign.

Because we had a clear purpose from the beginning, our relationship progressed quickly. We met for the first time in April,

and by July, we were already passionately kissing in secluded places. Her technique was quite good, so

I never imagined she was a virgin, which led to that awkward situation later on.

Her family's living conditions were very basic; they lived in a single-story house, and her own room was only 5 square meters. Fortunately, my

living conditions were alright back then; my own room was always around 14 or 15 square meters.

When we were tired from playing outside or had nowhere else to go, we would stay at my house.

It was a Saturday afternoon. After having lunch at my house, we went back to our room to rest. I started playing

Diablo , while Ping lay on the bed for a nap. After more than an hour, I finally beat a level

. When I looked back, she was completely asleep. My blanket was covering her, and her chest was high and heaving,

which stirred something in my heart.

I went over and sat on the edge of the bed. She was a light sleeper and woke up immediately. She looked at me sleepily for a moment, then

closed her eyes again, seemingly wanting to sleep a little longer. I leaned down and gently kissed her lips, putting my arms around

her shoulders. Almost as soon as I kissed her, her hands reached out and wrapped around my neck, pulling me

close. Through our previous passionate kisses, I knew she loved kissing, and that she was completely limp during a kiss,

needing me to hold her tightly. Today, the timing and circumstances were perfect, and it seemed the right person was also on the line.

As I kissed her, I slowly lay down beside her. Her tongue

danced , occasionally withdrawing to let my tongue slip into hers. The blanket had

unknowingly slipped to the side. We embraced tightly, kissing, our breathing quickening.

My penis was erect, pressing hard against her thigh; she must have felt it.

My hands roamed over her back; through the thin dress, I could feel her body

trembling slightly. I gently, slowly unzipped the back of her dress; she must have known but didn't

stop me. "Looks like everything's going smoothly today," I thought to myself with satisfaction.

My hands stroked her back; due to the heat and her own body heat, her back was damp with a

fine sweat. My hand slowly moved towards her chest, and she still didn't

stop me. My hand finally touched one of her breasts, and at that moment, she

let out a soft "Ah," her body stiffening instantly.

My God, was that a woman's breast in my hand? It felt like a large sponge

pad . I slipped my hand through the gap in her bra and finally touched her small breast, a true gem,

almost the size of a large duck egg.

I helped her sit up, intending to completely remove her dress, when she finally said in an almost moaning

voice , "Don't take it off." Heh heh, now she had no choice. I held her in my arms, reached behind

her to unhook her bra, then, holding her shoulders, I pulled it down her arms, revealing her bra and

dress to her upper body. Just as she was about to put her clothes back on, I grabbed her hands,

laid her flat on the bed, and held her tightly.

She seemed resigned to her fate, neither struggling nor screaming, nor clinging to me any longer.

She lay on her back, arms at her sides, eyes tightly closed.

Before me lay a raw, almost unfinished body. Her skin wasn't very fair,

possessing a yellowish tinge characteristic of Asians, but it was incredibly delicate. Her slender collarbones curved gracefully, nestled among long

, black hair. Her flat stomach was free of any excess fat, adorned with a round navel. Above that were her breasts, which made

my blood boil.

They weren't large, even quite small; I could easily hold both in one hand. But the proportions

were perfect, like two duck eggs standing upright on her chest. A thin layer of down covered the pointed nipples, and

the small, pink, cherry-like nipples trembled at their tips, rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

My hand grasped one of her breasts; it wasn't very soft, but rather firm—probably

the breast of a virgin. The other breast was already in my mouth, the nipple being teased by my tongue. Her

breathing became more rapid, and she began to let out short moans. When my fingers started to rub her nipples

, her body trembled, and she gripped my arm tightly with both hands, letting out a long "Ah!"

Fortunately, the sound wasn't very loud. Then her body began to convulse: she had orgasmed. After

convulsing a dozen times, she slowly calmed down, opened her eyes to look at me, and suddenly rolled over onto

her stomach started crying.

This sudden turn of events left me at a loss, so I could only hold her in my arms, kissing her repeatedly, telling her

I loved her, and apologizing for never doing it again. After about ten or twenty minutes, she slowly stopped crying and

asked me, sobbing, if I really loved her. The answer, of course, was yes. She then asked if she would look down on me

after . The answer, of course, was no. After hearing this, she buried her head in my chest and fell silent again.

I didn't know what to say, so I told her that I hadn't actually intended to do this, but she

was so beautiful and sexy when she was sleeping, and I couldn't help myself. She listened and said, "I

'm not really blaming you for that. I'm angry at myself for being so forgetful."

I immediately realized something was wrong. Forgetful? So I wasn't the first one? I quickly asked her.

She told me that she had a boyfriend before, and things had progressed to this point, but then...

We broke up, and I asked why. She said that man later found someone else. Something

about it off.

She said she wasn't a good girl; she liked being intimate with men like that.

Every time her ex-boyfriend kissed her, she wanted him to touch and kiss her breasts; she found it

incredibly pleasurable. But why didn't it continue? Men can't resist, can they? That was the biggest

question , yet she never said it.

Holding her like that, talking, I felt my anger rising again. Damn, after all this, I'm still

rock hard. I need to release it. So I quietly placed my hands on her breasts again, one

in each hand —just a little too small.

Her words stopped abruptly, and she closed her eyes, but I clearly felt her thrust her chest towards me.

She really was a born slut.

When I touched her nipples again, she could barely bear it; her legs would clamp

together and then relax, her body twisting and turning. I freed one hand and, taking advantage of his twisting body

, slowly pulled off the dress wrapped around her waist. Of course, her

already soaking wet panties also came off her body at the same time.

I was stunned by her genitals. Although I had seen many women's genitals before,

I had never seen anything like this.

Her hips were wide, but her legs were incredibly tight, without a single gap.

Where hair, there were only a few sparse hairs, smudged with the love fluid that had just flowed out,

completely exposing a woman's most mysterious place. Her labia were tightly closed, and

glistening . I leaned closer and didn't smell any odor. It seemed that even if she wasn't a virgin, she hadn't

had sex many times. Thinking this, I opened my mouth and kissed her. Some men have a strong aversion to oral sex on women, even though they themselves enjoy the feeling of being licked and sucked by

a woman .

As long as the woman isn't sick, I'm usually happy to give her oral sex.

This not only makes her feel loved, but it also makes it easy for them to give you oral sex simultaneously.

Most importantly, it brings her body to its most sensitive state,

allowing her to orgasm with just a few thrusts, or even without penetration, just with my mouth. Don't dismiss this, my friends.

When I was at my luckiest, I had four women around me at the same time, managing to schedule sex for a week. Each woman

might not only have sex once a night. That's when you know how tiring it is. So, winning without fighting

is our best option.

The moment my lips touched her labia, her body suddenly froze. She clearly hadn't

expected me to do this, and probably never imagined such a thing could happen between a man and a woman. In that split second of her dazed state, I

parted her legs and took her entire vulva into my mouth. With each

lick and suck, she couldn't take it anymore, gripping my hair tightly with both hands, moaning softly, her buttocks rising

and falling as if responding to me, seeking even greater pleasure and stimulation.

While performing oral sex on her, I quietly removed my clothes. My penis was starting to ache

slightly ; it was time to relax.

I slowly climbed on top of her, my hard penis rubbing against her vaginal opening. Soon, her vaginal fluid

coated it, making it feel slippery. She still had her eyes closed, murmuring, "What?

What?" I didn't know what she meant; perhaps she was asking

what .

I held her tightly, gently positioned my penis, and slowly pressed down.

"Ah—it hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." Her sudden scream startled me. Good heavens,

it hurts like this before the head of my penis has even entered? Is she lying to me, pretending to be innocent? I pulled back slightly, then

pushed in again.

"Ah—, no, no, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" She screamed again, this time with a sob.

Could it really be her first time? It seems like it might be true.

I turned to lie down beside her and pulled her into my arms.

"Is it really your first time?"

"Yes."

"Then what about your ex-boyfriend? Didn't you already do this?"

"No, just like that, nothing really happened..."

"You like it, don't you? The first time hurts a little, but it gets better afterward, even more comfortable than before

..."

"That won't do. My mom said if you do that before marriage, the man will look down on the woman after marriage

..."

My God, in 2002, there are still girls like this. Should I be happy, or should I cry?

"So he doesn't want you?"

"He wants to too, but we can't do that without marriage. We need at least a marriage certificate!"

"Don't force me. Actually, if you had forced me, I would have given in, but I would have been unhappy, and I wouldn't have been happy

after ."

"No, no, I love you. I can't force you, but I'm really suffering. It's so painful not to come." "

Then, just bear with it. After we get married, you can have whatever you want. Actually, I really wanted it too." What

could I say at this point? I hate myself, I hate that my conscience was only half-eaten by a dog! (The End)

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