My experience of training my sexy 90s girlfriend (14)

I. How We Met:
My girlfriend and I are both born in the 90s, and she was my seventh girlfriend. We met in high school. We
weren't in the same class; I was in the honors class, and she was in a regular class. But every time I passed by her classroom during breaks, I would make a point of glancing
at her.
My girlfriend is S, and her figure is absolutely stunning, with a perfect bust and buttocks. In high school, I wanted to look at her shapely buttocks every day,
especially
when she had a boyfriend, and I had a girlfriend, so I never approached her
. I was the one who knew her, but she didn't know me.
I wasn't an early bloomer; my first girlfriend started in high school. Back then, I didn't know anything.
Holding hands would make me blush and my heart race.
My first girlfriend pursued me. My first love was a notorious slut;
she wasn't a virgin in middle school, but I didn't know that at the time. I agreed to date her.
Looking back, I'm quite grateful to her. She taught me everything except sex. Back then, she
always pretended to be innocent in front of me, only allowing me to touch her. When our parents weren't home, we'd kiss and touch each other at home.
From then on, I learned how to "train" girls, and with my second girlfriend, we started
having sex . (That's all ancient history...)
I read in a book that if you think about someone for more than four months, then you're in love with her. I
calculated that I'd been thinking about her for about two years, and at that time I felt I might really be in love with her, but maybe it
was just her shapely butt.
After the college entrance exam, I did quite well, and I had nothing to do all summer.
I , added her, but didn't dare chat (I was really a coward; I'm probably
always a coward in front of goddesses). I just kept her on my friend list. Later, I was busy chatting with girls in the university freshman group and forgot
about it.
During my four years of university, I was always dating, and I forgot about her.
II. Reunion:
In my junior year, someone suddenly added me on WeChat. Since starting university, I haven't used QQ much; I mostly
use WeChat. After I accepted her request, I asked who she was. She said she was a QQ friend recommended by WeChat (I was really
grateful for the thoughtful features of social media apps at that moment).
We started chatting and discovered that we went to the same university in the same city, our hometown was in the same city, and we
even the same high school. I was amazed by the coincidence. When she asked for my name, I couldn't remember it at first, until she
sent me her photo. It was like fate had given me this opportunity.
Our universities weren't far apart, only a 10-minute drive. I always
drove , so everything was very convenient.
After chatting for a few days, she found out I had a car. It was snowing heavily that day, and she said she went to her cousin's house
(her cousin was in the same city as our university, Y) to pick up some things and was on her way to the bus stop. I asked
if she wanted me to give her a ride home, and she immediately agreed. I grabbed my coat, ran out, and drove to pick her up. This
was our first meeting (she didn't know me from high school). We
had a great first conversation and made plans to meet up for dinner sometime.
III. The Path to Taming My Sexy Girlfriend
After we went out to eat together a few times, I secretly noticed that her butt was perkier than before, making me
really want to take her to a hotel and have my way with her. But we weren't officially dating yet,
so I could only sneakily touch her perky buttocks while waiting in line; they were incredibly bouncy. I think she could feel it too, but she never
resisted or refused, which made me bolder. I would
also throw in some dirty jokes during our conversations, and she didn't seem to mind. That's when I knew I had a chance!
When I went home for holidays, I would give her a ride. I would have someone to chat with, and she could save on transportation costs. Another
time, the night before we were going back to Y City, we were chatting, and we talked about a very sensitive topic: body shape. She generously
sent me a few photos of herself wearing tight jeans and asked me how my body was.
I immediately fawned over her, saying it would be even better if there were some more exciting ones. Unexpectedly, she immediately sent me a photo of herself
wearing underwear, lying on the bed with her butt sticking out. I quickly saved it so I could enjoy it later.
In the photos, she was wearing pink underwear, lying on a teddy bear on the bed, which almost made me lose control.
I said, "If you send a few more photos like this, I won't be able to resist." She sent me a few more selfies in the bathroom, asking
what would happen if she couldn't control herself.
I said, "You'll have to bear the consequences."
The next day, I picked her up to go back to Y City. On the way, she didn't mention the photos she sent me the night before at all,
completely different from her behavior the night before. I didn't dare to touch her on the highway, afraid of causing an accident. When we arrived in Y City, it was still early, so
I suggested we go to the beach. She happily agreed.
Finally, the goddess
drove to the beach. I didn't intend to get out of the car. She asked me why I wasn't getting out, and I said it was too cold, and it was
warmer in the car. She thought for a moment and got in.
When no one was around, I slowly started talking about the topic of body shape we had discussed the night before, complimenting her on her figure. Then I
snatched her phone and said I wanted to see if there were any more exciting photos in her album. She obviously wouldn't let me see them and turned
to grab the phone back.
I reclined the seat, grabbed her, and began kissing her. She hesitated briefly,
then opened her mouth and our tongues intertwined. The shapely buttocks I'd been longing for were finally in my hands. I eagerly kneaded them
, slowly stroking upwards from her thighs.
That day, she had deliberately worn what I called my favorite tight jeans. I asked her if she was intentionally trying to
seduce . She smiled and said, "Guess.
" Her long, straight legs were perfectly accentuated by the jeans. Finally, I didn't have to sneak around anymore; I
could openly and properly caress my goddess's beautiful legs and shapely buttocks.
At that moment, I didn't care about anything else. I laid her down on the passenger seat, straddling her,
my hands constantly caressing her slender, long thighs. The jeans made them feel smooth, and her legs, though thin
, were firm and fleshy, soft and comfortable to the touch. Hungry, I stroked from her knees to her thighs.
By the time I reached her thighs, I could feel the burning heat emanating from her vagina.
She was already panting softly. I knew this was the perfect opportunity to win over my goddess.
I slowly unzipped her pants. She struggled fiercely, saying people might walk by. I told her it didn't matter, there were plenty of opportunities.
Exciting! After forcefully pulling down her pants, she completely submitted to me.
Then I slowly kissed her down, my mouth on her firm breasts, my hands
slowly moving towards her panties, which I couldn't wait for. She was wearing black lace panties that day.
When my hand slowly moved to her inner thighs, I found she was already very wet.
I asked her if she wanted it, and she grabbed my head and kissed me, saying, "Yes, I want you, brother..." As soon as she finished speaking,
I pulled down her panties, exposing her vulva. One finger rubbed her clitoris, the other
played with her opening.
She couldn't take it anymore. "Ahhh! Brother, give it to me, I can't take it anymore!" I pulled down my pants,
took out my big penis, and pressed it against her opening. Although this was the goddess of my dreams, I didn't
rush in. Instead, I slowly rubbed the head of my penis against her opening.
This made her unable to resist, she tightened her legs, wrapped them around my waist, and thrust hard against my big cock. She wanted
it inside. I thought the foreplay was enough, so I inserted the whole thing. The moment it went in,
she opened her mouth wide, stopped breathing, stared intently at me, and whimpered, "So good, faster."
Her pussy was truly amazing, it was so wet, my cock was tightly wrapped inside,
it felt like it was sucking my semen. I fucked my goddess hard, my former goddess moaning incessantly beneath me.
I kept making her beg me to fuck her pussy, and she got more and more excited. I held her ass
and enjoyed her body to the fullest in the car...
IV. Going Further and Further Down the Road to Seeking Thrills
That was our first time, and I never expected our first time to be such a thrilling beginning as car sex on the beach.
This also meant that our starting point was higher, and we wanted to seek even more exciting sex. This also
foreshadowed .
After we became a couple, things got out of control. I'm quite physically fit, having practiced long-distance running since childhood, and
I can last for over half an hour in bed, the longest being an hour. We tried every position, and by
the end , the bed was covered in fluid. Every time she saw the puddle, she couldn't believe it, shyly nestled in my
arms, a look of pure satisfaction on her face.
Later, to make our lovemaking easier, I rented an apartment near her school, and we started
living together.
The apartment had two bedrooms and a living room. My college friend also wanted to rent a place to study, so we
decided to share. I shared one room with my girlfriend, and he shared the other.
The first time he saw my girlfriend, he kept staring at her lower body. Later, when we
chatted he complimented her on her shapely buttocks. Since we're good friends and often
joked about it, I wasn't angry or worried.
My girlfriend didn't stay at my place every day; she mostly stayed in her school dormitory, saying she was worried
about , since I often picked her up and dropped her off at school. If she didn't stay at school every day, she was afraid of
gossip.
One time when she came home, my friend B was watching TV in the living room. Because they hadn't been intimate in a long time
, he couldn't hold back any longer and pulled her into the room, starting to kiss her all over. He also secretly took out
the flight attendant uniform I had bought for her online.
She initially disagreed, but I said I'd give her ten minutes to change. I was going to take a shower, and if she came back
without it on, I'd teach her a lesson.
When I came back from the shower, she was already under the covers, completely covered up. I lifted the covers from her
feet and found she was wearing a suit of stockings. Her legs in stockings were even more smooth and alluring.
How could I resist such temptation? I immediately crawled under the covers and started kissing her calves.
My hands roamed over her thighs. She covered her head, trying not to make a sound, but the more she did, the more I wanted her
to moan and . When I kissed her thighs, I could already smell the scent of her vagina. I lifted her legs and used
my tongue to glide over her inner thighs, kissing the bottom of her panties repeatedly.
Every time I slid over the bottom of her panties, she would shudder. I kissed her entire genital area through her panties, finally giving
her a frenzied licking of her pubic area. Her panties were already soaked. I kept licking the fluids flowing down her panties,
stimulating her so much she couldn't take it anymore. She begged me to fuck her while biting the blanket to try and keep quiet.
I pulled back the blanket, pressed the head of my penis against her panties, and said I'd fuck her if she screamed. She shyly said that her boyfriend
was watching TV in the living room and would hear. I said I wanted him to hear, to hear just how horny she was.
She wouldn't listen. I had no choice but to pull back her panties and thrust into her already soaking wet vagina. Her warm
vagina enveloped my huge penis—it felt so good. She gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, biting her lip, her body responding to
each of my thrusts.
Wearing a uniform, she was incredibly alluring, especially the tight pencil skirt that hugged her full, round buttocks. It suddenly reminded me of
the female protagonists in some domestically produced self-made videos. Having watched so many domestic adult films,
I'd rarely seen one with such a great figure. That's when the idea of making videos started to take root in my head.
Later, I accidentally saw a post about wife-swapping. At first, I couldn't understand why my wife would be with
other men. But gradually, I found it very exciting, though I didn't dare tell her.
Once, during sex, when she was about to climax, I asked her how many men she'd been with. She said
only one besides me, her boyfriend from when she first started university, who took her virginity. I asked her if she wanted to try more
big penises. She said no, but I felt she became even more excited when I mentioned other men's big penises.
My penis isn't particularly large, but it's thick, and with my stamina, it's common for her to climax twice in a row.
This time, I took out her phone and had her open WeChat's "drift bottle" feature to chat with men there. WeChat's drift
bottle is full of thirsty men; sending one drift bottle can get you more than ten messages.
I had her lie face down on the bed, and I pressed myself against her. My penis slipped through her anus and into her labia; it felt good even without
being inside. I lay on top of her while she had sex with other men.
I got especially excited when she said she wanted to be fucked by others. The more slutty she was, the harder I fucked her. While we were doing it, I asked her if she wanted a bigger cock
to serve her. She mumbled, "I want a super big cock to fuck me to death." After this, I decided to
slowly train her, waiting for the right moment.
In the following times, I gradually changed her from using a message in a bottle to adding her to the list of people nearby, but she would block and delete them after each chat
. She hadn't met anyone who suited her taste.
Until a holiday trip, things started to change.
We went to Beijing, and before we left, I asked her
if we could try a threesome in a strange city, since we wouldn't be able to contact each other afterward. She remained silent, and I knew something was up!
Before that, she had added a guy from Beijing through a message in a bottle and chatted quite a few times, but she
hadn't told him she was coming to Beijing beforehand. After arriving at the hotel, we went out to eat, drink, and have fun. That night, back at the hotel, I said, "Why
don't try asking this guy out?" She rolled her eyes at me and said, "You ask him out, I'm not." I took her
phone, called the guy, and sent him my Beijing location. He immediately asked, "Are you in
Beijing alone?
" I replied, "With my boyfriend."
He said, "Okay, then. If you're with your boyfriend, forget it. Want to go for drinks alone?
" I said, "Where are we going to drink so late?"
He said, "There's a bar near you I go to often; the atmosphere is great."
I said, "I don't like drinking." "I can manage a late-night snack (because my girlfriend is a lightweight; she
doesn't even remember the feeling of hooking up when she's drunk)."
The guy said, "We can go out for a late-night snack then."
I replied, "Let's wait until my boyfriend falls asleep."
The guy said, "Okay, I just forgot my keys tonight and can't go home. I'll get a room at your hotel too, so
we can go together and come back together."
I said, "Okay..." and immediately sent him the location and name of our hotel.
My girlfriend saw our chat history and asked me, "Are you really planning to let me go?" I said, "Don't you want to?" She
said she was afraid to go, what if it's a bad guy? I said, "It's okay, I'll wait for you in the room. Send
me the room number, and I'll come over if anything happens."
Half an hour later, the guy had booked a room downstairs from us. I encouraged my girlfriend to go, saying that
if she went, she shouldn't eat, and she should come back afterward; I'd wait for her here. After much coaxing, she slowly made her way
downstairs to the room…
What my girlfriend wrote next: On my way downstairs, I wanted to turn back many times, but I don't know where
the courage came from, it pushed me towards that room. When I stood at the door, hesitating whether to knock, the door
suddenly opened, and a rather handsome young man appeared. I lowered my head and didn't say anything. He very gentlemanly invited me in. I
glanced at the hallway and saw no one, then gritted my teeth and went in…
Once inside, I sat on a chair while he sat on the bed. We chatted; he was even more talkative and humorous than online.
After a while, he said he wanted to take me out for a late-night snack. I said, "No, it's so late. I should just chat and see him before I go back
."
Just as I got up to leave, he hugged me from behind and started kissing me. I was prepared for
this welcome his tongue. He played with my wet hair; I had just showered and
hadn't dried myself properly before coming downstairs. I was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and super short denim shorts—the shorts were so short they exposed my butt.
I rarely wear this because it's too revealing, but that jerk insisted I wear it. The guy's
hand easily slipped under my shorts and reached my butt. I was already incredibly wet down there;
I react whenever someone touches my butt, and his constant touching was almost unbearable.
He pulled away from my lips and slowly kissed my ear and neck, saying my body smelled wonderful—
of course . He grabbed my hand and put it inside his pants. As soon as I put it in, I felt his penis—it was so
big and hard. I gently stroked his penis along his underwear; even though it was covered, it was
still very erect.
I slipped my hand inside his underwear and started stroking it. He seemed to be getting a little carried away, trembling
as he asked if I could suck his penis. I wanted to see such a big penis too, so I knelt down, pulled down his pants, and his
huge, hard penis was pointing at me, with a little bit of semen leaking from the glans.
I stuck out my tongue and licked away his semen, then cupped his testicles in my hands and took his penis into my mouth. It was so big,
my mouth could barely hold it. I could swallow all of my boyfriend's, but I could only swallow half of his. My
vagina was already swollen, and I really wanted to experience what it would feel like to have such a big penis inside me.
He carried me to the bed and made me lie face down on top of him, in a 69 position, kissing each other. I stroked and sucked on
his penis, and he kissed my vagina. It was so stimulating, the first time a stranger had kissed my
genitals .
His technique was excellent, and I couldn't take it anymore. After kissing each other for a while, he picked me up and laid me down on the
bed . He supported himself on the bed with one hand and guided his penis to my labia with the other. I said
something I couldn't believe myself: "Come in."
Then he thrust in. It was so big, my vagina was completely filled. It hurt a little, but
mostly it felt good. All I could think about was making him go faster.
His penis reached a place my boyfriend had never been before, and it felt so satisfying. I just wanted him to fuck me all
night, fuck me until I couldn't walk, let me have my fill. Touching his handsome face, with his slightly
muscular body , was so stimulating. If my boyfriend saw this, I don't think I'd let him stop. I
just wanted more.
He lifted my buttocks, letting his penis go in completely. I tried to spread my legs wide, wanting him
to go in deeper and more easily.
He said I was beautiful, that my figure couldn't compare to any of his girlfriends. My figure is indeed
something many people covet; people often look at me, and I get a little aroused when I see it. It's terrifying.
How can my desire be so strong? I can't believe this is me.

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