[The Women I Slept With Over the Years] [Author: Gong Chang Bei Bei Nu]

Author: Gong Chang Beibei (female)
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Those Women I Slept With

in Those Years In 2000, following my parents' arrangements, at the age of nineteen, I embarked on a journey to England by smuggling myself. At that time,
I was still a virgin, curious and yearning for sex. There were about twenty strangers from nearby villages who smuggled themselves with me.
I can't remember exactly how many men there were now, but I remember there were six women,
because I was the youngest at the time.

So they all treated me like a little brother, and took care of me from time to time along the way. Among them, there was
Sister Ping, who was twelve years older than me, and she was the best to me. I was often with her, and she would sometimes joke that when her daughter
grew up, she would marry me. Because at the beginning, we were still using our own passports to travel to Greece
Under the guise , they swaggered through many countries, sightseeing and playing.

Finally, they arrived in France and began illegally crossing the border into England, waiting for an opportunity. There were human
smuggler camps in France, where batches of illegal immigrants were housed in small houses. At its peak, over
fifty people were crammed into three rooms. They dared not open the curtains during the day, and at night they could only
sleep on their sides on the floor. Ping, being popular and a woman, was given the only
double bed in the room by the smugglers.

My story with her happened then. I remember one night I got up to urinate, and
when I returned, I found my usual spot was full and I couldn't lie back down. At this point, Ping...
She woke up sometime later, and knowing I had nowhere to sleep, she let me squeeze in with her. Perhaps in her eyes I
was just a little brother, so she wasn't too bothered.

Because I was so tired, I didn't refuse and climbed into bed next to her. I don't know how long I slept, but when I
woke up again, it was probably late at night, because I could no longer hear anyone chatting in the room,
only the snoring of everyone soundly sleeping. I wonder if God pitied me for being nineteen and never having been with a woman.

It inexplicably woke me from my deep sleep, and in the darkness, I secretly looked at the mature woman sleeping next to me. My lower body
started to get unbearably hard, and without thinking much, I inexplicably reached out and placed my hand on Sister Ping's chest.
Later, not satisfied, I simply went all the way and put my hand... I reached into her bra through her neckline and began to caress her
breasts .

Her breasts were small; although she had given birth to two children, because she was lying flat, I could only feel
one nipple. Even so, it was enough to make my heart race and my heart race with excitement, as I had never been with a woman before. At
this moment, Ping woke up. Seeing me touching her breasts, she didn't resist, but whispered in my ear, "
You have such a lot of nerve!" Then she voluntarily loosened her bra clasp so I could feel more comfortable, and even put her hand
inside my pants to touch my penis. I guess she hadn't done it in a long time.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid. Seeing this, I became less reserved and started touching her
vulva, slowly pulling down her pants. I climbed up to her. She knew there were many other people in the room.
Although she was very wet and eager to have sex with me, she was still a woman and afraid of being discovered and ruining
her reputation.

So she grabbed my belt, preventing me from taking off my pants. To avoid waking others, I pretended to agree and
started giving her oral sex, sucking her vagina. Honestly, I had no experience at that time; it was just instinct, like
sucking on a delicious meal, licking her vaginal opening with my tongue. Then, while she was lost in pleasure, I
took off my own pants with one hand.

By this time, she was aroused and no longer cared about anything. Seeing that I had taken off my pants, she even actively
pulled my penis to her vaginal opening, probably because it had been so long since she had been touched by a man. That night, she
cried out several times during my encounters, which startled me so much that I quickly stopped and covered her mouth with mine.

Ping, one of the women I've slept with over the years .

Yes! I'm from Fujian, so what? Did Fujianese rape your mother or kill your father? Also,
I'm uneducated, so what? Did I force you to read what I wrote? If you're so cultured, don't click to read it
! Who do you think you are if you're still whining after reading it?

Many people look down on us illegal immigrants. Who with hair wants to be bald? Abroad, we don't steal or
rob; we work hard and make a living. Compared to those corrupt officials who openly immigrate overseas, who is more hateful?

A mad dog ruined my mood. Now that I've vented, let's get back to the point and continue my story.
My romantic affair with Sister Ping .

Last time I mentioned that Sister Ping and I had sex in France, and I gave her my virginity. Actually, not only
my virginity, but also my virginity was with this woman who was twelve years older than me. Today I just want to reminisce
about those days.

Ever since that night with Sister Ping, when I experienced the pleasure of sex and ejaculated inside her, I
always wanted to do it with her again. But unfortunately, there were too many people sharing the room, and we couldn't find
a suitable opportunity. Because we were considered illegal immigrants in France, we
had to stay in the room day and night, afraid to go out even for a moment. All we did was eat and sleep.

One day, around noon, three of my fellow countrymen who weren't sleeping in the room... Five people sat together
, chatting quietly. Ping and I lay lazily on the bed, each at one end. To outsiders, we seemed
unrelated, one asleep at one end of the bed and the other quietly resting with her eyes closed. But what they didn't
know was that under the covers, two restless hands were caressing each other's bodies.

I tried to bend over so that my hand, reaching through one of Ping's trouser legs, could touch the sacred place I
longed for . Ping reciprocated my caresses by gently circling my inner thigh with her fingers,
stimulating my nerves again and again, making my penis unbearably hard. Feeling the love juice flowing from Ping's
vagina , I wanted to climb on top of her and fuck her hard.

Unfortunately, we lacked the courage to actually commit the crime, and could only suppress our desires, waiting for another chance
to seduce each other .

Time passed day by day in this waiting, during which the smuggler arranged for several groups of people to travel
to England. On the eighth day, it was Ping's turn. The smuggler gave her a South Korean passport to help her pass through customs
.

Before leaving, Ping secretly pulled me aside, took a small packet of ginseng slices from her suitcase, and
told me to put one in my mouth on the day I left. We parted ways in France with heavy hearts. Two

days later, the smuggler called in a container truck, and in the middle of the night, loaded the remaining twenty or thirty people onto
the truck. We traveled at a snail's pace, stopping frequently, and after what seemed like an eternity, we finally arrived in England. Because my family had
n't finished paying the smuggler's travel expenses, I had to stay at his hideout in England until the money was paid in full. To
my surprise, Ping was still with him when I arrived.

That night at dinner, our feet kept intertwining under the table. She would rub her feet against
my toes, as if telling me about the pain of being apart for the past two days. I couldn't wait for it to get dark,
because I knew that once it was dark, I could have her again.

As I expected! That night, Sister Ping deliberately slept next to me again. This time, however, there weren't
as . Sister Ping, along with five or six other fellow villagers, could luxuriously enjoy the entire floor. Sister
Ping and I shared a blanket. We didn't say much, because we both longed for everyone to fall asleep soon.

The agonizing time finally passed by, and everyone fell asleep. I once again slipped my hand
inside Sister Ping's clothes and caressed her breasts, or rather, her nipples, because I really couldn't find what I meant by "breasts." After a while,
we both felt unsatisfied. Sister Ping obediently let me take off her pants. Afraid of being
seen by the fellow villagers sleeping next door, I didn't dare climb on top of her, so I could only penetrate her from behind. Even so, it was enough to
satisfy us.

My penis thrust in and out of her vagina,
and Ping felt the power of a man once again. For the second time, I experienced the pleasure I had only ever seen in pornographic videos. Although Ping had already given birth to two
children, she had been a widow for several years and had not been with a man, so her vagina was still very tight. Combined with
the atmosphere at the time, even after so many years, I still occasionally reminisce about that sex.

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