[The virgin who was seduced]

I was 15, in my final year of junior high. She was 19, and we were in the same class.

In rural schools, this age gap wasn't unusual. When I was in first grade,

there were . It's

a normal physiological phenomenon for most men to experience sexual desire around fourteen or fifteen years old. My desire was perhaps even stronger.

I discovered the pleasure of masturbation by chance while showering in sixth grade. I don't

know

junior high, my sexual fantasies intensified. Fortunately, it didn't affect my studies; I consistently

ranked first in my class. Because of this, the girls in my class envied and admired me.

Among them were girls like me who already yearned for love and sex, or rather, who already

pursued sexual desire.

I say this because, as I mentioned before, she often

hung out with high school seniors and young men from outside the school. Perhaps those boys had already given her sufficient sexual pleasure, allowing her to experience sexual enjoyment!

Now, let's talk about her. What kind of girl was she?

From the first day of junior high, I was familiar with her name. Everyone was saying she was a slut.

(In our dialect, "slut" is a common insult for women, whether they're girls or women.)

They said she and boys played naked in her house, all sorts of rumors circulated. My feelings towards her were terrible then. Terrible

. But she was my object of sexual fantasy. She was beautiful, and very well-developed at fifteen or sixteen. Her family

was well-off; her parents were officials in a nearby town, so her clothes and appearance were

unlike those of the typical rural kids.

I remember she was already over 1.6 meters tall, not much shorter than me at the time.

A full, well-proportioned figure, firm breasts, exuding youthful allure. Big eyes, a cute little nose,

and captivating lips.

When I masturbated, I often imagined having sex with her, even though I didn't know what real

sex was then. I just thought about how to touch her breasts, how to make her touch my penis.

I never thought we'd have a romantic relationship. Never, but it happened. At least I

fell for her.

In my third year of junior high, I was assigned to sit next to her. I resented it. Although I often fantasized about having sex with her,

I was a hypocrite; I didn't want this girl, whom the whole world considered a slut, sitting next to me.

The homeroom teacher's intention was academic support, meaning she was assigned to be my tutor. There was no way around it; my

grades were the best, and hers were the worst. I had to accept this arrangement.

At first, I couldn't stand all her behavior. I wouldn't let her cross the "38th parallel," I wouldn't let her

talk to me during class, and I would leave my seat immediately after class, etc. She, on the other hand, seemed eager to get close to me, always trying to

talk to me, asking this and that. At that time, I thought, how could this girl be so stupid , knowing nothing?

Gradually, all of this changed.

I began to want to see her, to have her sit next to me. And she always managed to make my heart flutter.

But I no longer had any sexual desire for her; it was as if everything had become clear.

Love came, and my first love began. Just mine.

Finally, after one evening self-study session, I confessed my feelings to her in a dark corner of the school.

She didn't reject me, but she told me she had kissed someone else, and then she threw herself into my arms. I

held her, inhaling the scent of her hair, intoxicated… She slowly raised her head, her lips pressed against mine.

I didn't know how, I really didn't, but it seems like humans are born with certain instincts. I sucked on her lips, and she began

to moan softly…

Back then, I didn't understand that excited women moan; I thought she was crying and even comforted her. Thinking about it now,

I almost laugh my head off. We kissed for about ten minutes, then slowly calmed down. She lowered her head, and neither of us

spoke. After a while, I said, "Let me take you home."

For a long time afterward, we would find opportunities to secretly kiss in secluded places. At that time

, all I wanted to do was kiss; I loved the taste of her lips, I loved her scent.

Until one day, while we were kissing, I suddenly slipped my hand inside her clothes and touched her

breasts through her undershirt. So soft, so comfortable. But she stopped me, pulling my hand tightly to prevent me from touching her. The more she pulled,

the more I wanted to touch her. Finally, she gave in, but only through her clothes.

Once desire is ignited, it burns ever brighter. Gradually, I was no longer satisfied with touching her through her clothes;

I wanted to break through the last barrier and touch her breasts directly. That day, I forced myself on her.

During our passionate kiss, as usual, I slipped my hand inside her sweater, kneading

her breasts through the undershirt, listening to her beautiful moans. Every now and then, I gently pulled her undershirt up, as

it was tucked into her pants, making it difficult.

It took many "casual" attempts to create a small gap. Of course, she held

my hand down every time I pulled.

Finally, when I noticed a small gap between her undershirt and pants, I

shoved my hand inside, directly into her bra, gripping her breast tightly. She cried out and

tried to pull my hand out, but couldn't.

Finally, she didn't stop me anymore. My hand finally touched her breasts—warm, soft, and so elastic

. As I touched them, I pulled up her thermal underwear, squatted down, and took her nipple into my mouth,

sucking on it with great enjoyment. She helped me hold up her clothes, letting me ravage her breasts.

Time passed quickly; more than half a year went by in a flash.

Then one day, she broke up with me. My first love came quickly and went quickly. It was over just like that. My

heartbreak goes without saying; the end of everyone's first love is heart-wrenching.

After graduation, most of my classmates didn't get into the city's top high school. I was the only one in my class to get into the city's

No. 1 High School. A small number of the other classmates went to our school's high school. Most of them

are still contributing to the agricultural industry to this day.

High school life began. That's when I came into contact with adult videos and finally understood what sex was

all about . At the same time, I also discovered that I actually had a talent for sex. I knew how to kiss and touch women without being taught.

She had breasts and even knew how to stimulate a woman's nipples with her mouth. I masturbated more and more often, and my sexual fantasies included

classmates and our teachers.

During my first year of high school, I heard from friends that she had gone to another city and apparently done something improper

. I felt sorry for her. But perhaps she liked that kind of life. I thought that I might never

see , at least I wouldn't like her anymore.

During the Spring Festival of my second year of high school, one evening, I ran into some junior high school classmates on the street in my hometown,

including her. She was dressed very fashionably, very glamorous, and very sexy. When she saw me, I saw a hint

of . We chatted with everyone for a while. When everyone said they had to leave, she offered to walk with me.

I don't know why, but I didn't refuse. We walked along the road into the fields. It slowly got dark.

When we reached a secluded spot, she suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Let's hold hands, hehe, it's been so long

."

I didn't object and continued walking with her, holding her hand. We didn't follow the road, but walked

further . In a field of winter wheat, we stopped and started talking,

rambling on and on. We stood facing each other, very close, and even though it was dark, I could see the joy and excitement on her

face. Suddenly, she hugged my waist and threw herself into my arms.

"Did you miss me?"

I didn't know why I missed her. Besides, she didn't love me at all, and I didn't know why she was acting like this today.

But I wanted to make love, I wanted to fuck her. After watching so many porn movies, I wanted it for real.

I didn't say anything, just grabbed her head and started kissing her passionately. She cooperated, sticking out her tongue and letting out wanton

moans. I quickly unbuttoned her clothes, grabbed her breasts, and started kneading them wildly.

"Do you like them? Do you like my breasts?"

If I heard that now, I would say yes without hesitation, maybe even more, but

at that moment , I was surprised. I felt she was incredibly horny; she was definitely in heat, unable to resist, or perhaps seeing

me made her want to make love to me.

She kept kissing me, one hand unbuckling my belt, then reaching inside to grab my penis

.

It was the first time a woman had touched my penis since I learned to masturbate, and the feeling was amazing, especially since she was moving it

around .

"Darling, what am I touching? Hmm, hehe, do you like it? Tell me, what am I touching?"

I still didn't say anything, but I also unbuckled her belt and reached into her pants.

My hand went straight towards her genitals; so much hair! I touched her labia, two thick labia,

and so much wetness, so hot and sticky. I didn't know how to touch her properly, so I just rubbed it up and down.

Her legs kept shifting positions, squeezing my hand tightly. My penis was very hard from her touch.

"Let's do it once, okay?"

"How?"

"I'll teach you, okay?"

So, she took off her long coat, spread it on the ground, lay down on it, spread her legs, and said to me,

"Come here, you fool."

I went over with my erection, climbed on top of her, and she guided my penis with her hand. Just as I put it at the entrance of her vagina,

I started thrusting wildly, but before my penis even went in, I ejaculated.

"You ejaculated? Huh? No way? You really ejaculated?"

I didn't say anything, stood up, pulled up my pants, and stood to the side.

She lay there for a while, seemingly disappointed, and I saw her tidying up her genitals.

After a while, she got up and said to me, "Hehe, virgin." Then she pushed me down and

started giving me oral sex. I closed my eyes slightly, carefully enjoying her service. She licked

very meticulously, not letting go of my entire penis. She pressed my penis back with one hand, lowered her head

, and carefully licked my scrotum, occasionally taking it all into her mouth. Without even looking, I knew

what kind of scene it was: a beautiful woman was submissively and even somewhat

servilely .

I felt my penis getting even harder, clearly starting to challenge me. Just as I was about to call her, I suddenly

heard a soft voice: "Husband... can you lift your butt a little?"

"You little slut, you're so cheap." For some reason, saying such words made me feel very excited. Her

face flushed red, and she made a coquettish "Mmm..." sound, and then started cleaning my anus again.

At first, her tongue just slowly circled the outside, but gradually, she curled it up and

desperately tried deeper, panting heavily as she did so. I instinctively felt a warmth and a

unique stimulation in my buttocks—what a "poisonous dragon drill" move! After just a few strokes, I felt like I needed to immediately pin this

beauty down on the bed and thrust into her hundreds of times to satisfy my urges. But how could I do that? I had to take the initiative

!

I quickly turned the tide, telling her to stop and continue licking my penis. But she pointed her buttocks at me and

told me this position was called "69," her two white and tender pink buttocks completely exposed to me.

Then she asked me to lick her. I gently parted her already wet vulva, revealing her little pearl.

Hehe , now you're doomed, I thought as I gently bit down.

Her little hand was holding my penis, her head bobbing up and down as she worked tirelessly. She shivered and

let out a soft moan. Then she told me to let my tongue circle around her clitoris. Her movements became slower and

more her slender waist twisting constantly, and she moaned indistinctly, "Ugh... ugh... husband... it's

so itchy... my little sister is so itchy..."

I released her clitoris and asked with a wicked smile, "Little slut, what's wrong? Want it?"

"Want it..." As she spoke, Xiao Jing kissed my penis and stood up.

"Husband, you don't need to move, I'll do it. I'll make you feel good!" As she spoke, Xiao

Jing held my penis and sat down hard. "Ah..." I really don't understand this woman. She

can get such a big stimulation just by controlling the pressure of sitting down.

She swayed her pink buttocks and worked hard. How can this little girl be so horny? Before I could think about it, wave after

wave of pleasure made me gradually lose my mind. I grabbed her two big breasts hard and kept rubbing them.

I rubbed and pinched. She didn't seem to feel any pain, moaning, "Mmm...mmm...mmm, husband, so good...

ah, high...I'm going to heaven...I'm going to heaven..."

While playing with her two big breasts, I would occasionally thrust my body to make a deeper penetration.

"Ah...I'm at the top..." Every time I thrust, she was penetrated to the core, her whole body trembled, and she

began to talk nonsense: "Husband, mmm...I love...your...little brother, heh...it's so good...

it's so good for this little slut...husband...do you...like my...little slut...sister?

You must teach her a good lesson, please...please...don't let her go!"

"Little slut, so cheap, you only feel good when you get fucked. Tell me, you're a little slut!" I also became excited.

"I'm a little slut, fuck this little slut to death..." She finally ran out of strength and lay on top of me,

panting heavily.

I turned her body around, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, placed

a pillow under her buttocks, and began a new round of thrusting.

"Ah...so good...so good...brother...right...here...fuck me hard, husband...

I'm going to die...I'm going to die...thrust harder...harder...ah...so good...so comfortable...thrust

...frust me to death...frust me to death...frust me to death...I...I...ah...ah...so comfortable..."

She moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her breathing becoming rapid,

her skin flushing. I knew she was close to orgasm, so I thrust even harder. After a few thrusts, her

hands loosened, she let out a long breath, her vagina contracted, and she went limp.

I wasn't about to let her go. I made her crawl on the bed and entered her from behind, my hands kneading her

large breasts.

She quietly endured my thrusts, the room filled with the sounds of my scrotum hitting her buttocks

and the wetness of my thrusting. After a while, she began to surrender.

"Ah...husband, please, let me go, I...uh...I'll never be so lewd again...uh...

really...next time, uh...I'll never do it again...please, let me go, okay?" She

kept twisting her pink buttocks as she spoke.

This little girl was quite good at seducing men. Hearing such a pitiful and groveling plea,

any man would naturally feel satisfied both psychologically and physically... Before long, I ejaculated, my semen shooting straight

into her flower.

After finishing, I felt really satisfied this time. I pulled up my pants and waited for her to get dressed before we left.

Along the way, she seemed very happy, chattering a lot. Sometimes she would hold my hand and shake it like

a child , sometimes she would kiss me on the cheek. I joked, "Did I

twist your nerve just now? How did you become so stupid?"

"Calling me stupid?! I'm ignoring you..." She pouted, shook her hand, and walked towards the side of the road.

I quickly caught up with her, grabbed her, and coaxed her with sweet words for a while before she finally smiled and started

swaying along with me. What I couldn't stand was that after about a minute, she actually started singing.

This attracted stares from passersby.

"Come on, even fifteen or sixteen-year-old high school students these days aren't as childish as us."

"I like it, so what? What are you going to do about it? Hehehehehe..." After a string of silvery laughter,

her singing echoed through the street.

That day, I had sex with a woman for the first time, and it was quite embarrassing. I never saw her again.

Now I'm a seasoned veteran, haha. The first time was less about passion and

more about excitement; I wonder if my friends can understand that feeling of a naive teenager.

[The End]

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