My Bizarre First Time (The End) Author: tqmwang

Author: tqmwang
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I'm a man born in the 1960s. After seeing so many unrestrained and carefree sexual encounters on this site, I'm truly amazed by
the awkwardness of virgins in our generation.

My first time happened at 15. Many men will surely be astonished and feel inferior. A man born in the 1960s being awkward?

Wouldn't that be considered too advanced by today's standards? Let me tell you my story.

When I was in elementary school, it was during the Cultural Revolution. Back then, society was more restrictive about sex than modern firewalls.
If a leader interacted with or showed concern for female comrades, it was considered improper conduct and could lead to their removal from office. If

boys and girls talked more than a few words to each other, it was considered lewd. So, from the third grade onwards, I stopped talking to
girls and drew a clear line between myself and my female deskmate (I drew a line down the middle of the table).

The year I graduated from elementary school, the Gang of Four was overthrown, the education system was rectified, and I was admitted to a top-tier middle school,
thus separating me from my elementary school classmates.

I remember one sweltering summer afternoon around 1 p.m. during the first semester of my second year of middle school (back then,
classes started at 7:30 a.m., ended at 11:40 a.m. for lunch, and resumed at 2:00 p.m. for the afternoon, ending at 4:30 p.m.—
what about ?)

, I ran into my former elementary school class monitor, Ms. L, on my way to school. She was walking towards me with five other girls (
two were noticeably older than us), without their schoolbags.

She called out to me, and I stood up, flattered, and called back.

Ms. L was quite a figure; not only was she our elementary school class monitor, but she was also the school's top student, the
school beauty, the head of the Young Pioneers, a model student, and a city representative for learning from Lei Feng.

I always held her in awe, just as I revered the great leader Chairman Mao,
equating her with the authority of a teacher, and never daring to disobey her orders.

After graduating from elementary school, she was admitted to a top-tier provincial high school, which was a remarkable achievement back then.

At that moment, L asked me, "Do you have class this afternoon?"

I said, "Yes, both periods are self-study."

The two girls next to her suddenly grinned mischievously and said to her, "Can he handle the six of us? Hahaha!"

She glanced at them and said to me, "Don't go to self-study, come to my house to play."

I had never been to her house; I had only heard from teachers that her father wasn't home and her mother worked the third shift. She had to cook and
do chores at home. It was impressive for an elementary school student to be able to cook; rice cookers hadn't been invented yet.

I hesitated for a moment, but still obeyed her order, saying I needed to go back to school to ask the teacher for leave.

She said, "Go quickly, we'll wait for you here."

As I ran back to school, I muttered to myself, "Why doesn't she have to go to school? Are top-tier provincial high schools that lenient?

Maybe it's just a coincidence that she has to go to self-study too.

" When I got to school, I made up an excuse that my parents were taking me to a wedding and asked for the entire afternoon off. Because
it was self-study that afternoon and there were no regular classes, the teacher agreed.

When I rushed back to the class monitor's place, they were still there chatting and laughing. I happily told her that I had
fooled the teacher.

She grabbed my hand and said, "Let's go!"

Another big girl put her arm around my neck, and I was incredibly embarrassed. I had never had a girl put her arm around my neck before.

How had the class monitor become such a hooligan in less than a year? But she was the great leader; if others couldn't do it, she could.

My face was flushed and hot the whole way. I was excited to be able to play so intimately with the class monitor, but I was also afraid that others would say that my
interactions with the girls were indecent. I kept asking what we were going to play.

The class monitor, in a coaxing tone, said, "I'll teach you how to play cards, something new." The other girls laughed heartily.

Finally, we arrived at the class monitor's house, on the second floor. The room was about 15 square meters, with a large bed and a long, narrow bed side
by side against the wall, with enough space for one person to walk between them. Behind the beds were a small dining table and two stools, as well as a cabinet and such. In those days, every family
lived in a cramped space. Anyone who's seen the movie "Coming Home" knows what housing conditions were like back then.

As soon as I entered the room, the class monitor found two decks of cards. Several girls pushed me onto the large bed, where four people sat, and
three on the smaller bed opposite. A small dining table was placed in the narrow aisle between the two beds. Because the room was small, so many people could only play
sitting .

One of the older girls said, "What are the rules? What happens if you lose?"

I blurted out, "Ear clips." In those days, if you didn't have money and didn't dare gamble, it was common to have clips stuck in your ears or chin
as a penalty for losing a round.

The older girl pointed at me and said, "Clip X, if you lose, take off your clothes."

The class monitor chimed in, "Yes, take off your clothes."

Of all these girls, I only knew the class monitor; I didn't know the others. Whatever the class monitor said went, besides,
didn't I often run around naked in the hot weather?

At that age, I wasn't very aware of girls' bodies. I might have felt a little flutter in my heart for some girls, but it was only because
they pretty; I never had any desire for their breasts or genitals.

When I thought of a female classmate late at night, my penis would get hard, and my fantasies were just about touching her face—purely
primal physiological phenomena. There was no pornography back then.

The physiology chapter in biology class wasn't taught until a week before graduation in the second semester of junior high. And it was taught separately for boys and girls
. At that time, I had no recollection of labia, vagina, or breasts.

Next, we played cards. You can all guess how that went.

I lost the first round, and I readily took off my shirt, exposing my neck. (In summer, I only wore one layer of clothing.)

The class monitor touched my shoulder, smiled, and said, "You're so fair."

When I was little, I looked a bit like a pretty girl, with fair skin even more delicate than a girl's. I was innocent and a little timid.

My older sister often brushed the hair from my forehead, saying it was a pity I wasn't a girl. Plus, at 15, I was 170cm
tall (considered tall in an era when the average man's height was only 165-167cm;
the situation in China was worse than North Korea back then). Many of my female relatives said I'd have many girls chasing after me in the future (
this prediction accurate, but it made me too arrogant and self-centered, causing me to miss many opportunities to lose my virginity, which I deeply regretted. In those
days, 90% of unmarried women were virgins).

In the second round, I lost too. I felt they were cheating and ganging up on me. I said, "I have no clothes to take off," and the older
girls said, "Take off your pants."

I started to panic; I didn't have underwear. In those days, resources were scarce; you needed coupons to buy anything. Clothes required cloth coupons, and you
had to save up cloth coupons for several years to buy an outer garment. So, boys didn't wear underwear then. It wasn't until my first year of high school,
when my penis grew and I often felt embarrassed, that my mother bought me underwear. Unlike now, where even kindergarten children wear
underwear.

The class monitor yelled, "Take it off! You lost!"

This time, I ignored her orders. Taking off my pants to show a girl was indecent and shameful. I said I wasn't playing anymore
and got up to leave. Several girls surrounded me and tried to grab me, but they weren't strong enough. I shook them off and ran to the door, which
was locked from the inside.

Two older girls chased after me and said fiercely, "You lost and you want to cheat? If you dare walk out, I'll call someone to teach
you a lesson!"

This really intimidated me.

In elementary school, I often saw boys being stopped and beaten at the school gate after school because they
had a grudge against someone and were being retaliated against by their older brothers.

How would I know how many brothers that older girl had? I only had one older sister.

I obediently sat back on the bed, and the class monitor helped the older girl take off my pants: Wow! If you didn't open his
crotch, who would think he was a boy?

I squeezed my legs together. The class monitor and several girls chuckled and touched my buttocks and thighs. I felt incredibly ashamed
, but I also felt a pleasant and comfortable feeling from their touching.

After the little commotion, we continued playing. I was naked, and I was still shy. My penis points outwards, unlike a vagina,
which can be covered when I put my legs together. Whether I put my legs together or spread them, my penis is always exposed. Sitting on the bed with
my legs spread is more comfortable, but they can see my entire penis, which is embarrassing. So I used a card to cover my penis
.

However, I now realize that they had actually seen many penises and been penetrated by many penises back then.

But those were just petty thugs; they were only curious about me, this demure, pretty (I dare not
say handsome, because I looked like a girl back then) virgin, and it satisfied their psychological need. Every now and then, they would slap
the card off my penis and burst into laughter while staring at it.

I lost again. How could I not lose in a gang attack? This time, what could I do if I had no clothes to take off? The older girl said, "Then let
us squeeze your penis. You have five cards left, so let each of us squeeze it five times.

" Yeah, who told you to lose! I respected the class monitor, but I was afraid of the older girl. So I spread my legs wide and let them squeeze.

They took turns reaching out their hands, some squeezing, some pulling, some kneading. Grabbing my penis, which was as soft as a
bean due to shyness, only made it hard as steel, the whole thing pressed tightly against my lower abdomen.

I've squeezed my own penis before, but this was the first time a girl's hand had squeezed it, it truly felt like ascending to heaven,
whether it was gentle or forceful.

Afterwards, my penis remained erect. Ah, so good! It wouldn't go soft.

After losing a few more rounds, my penis, squeezed so comfortably, dripped clear lubricant. Even dripping onto
the bed, it remained hard.

But then, luck turned around, and the cards were exceptionally good. They were all gone in the first few rounds, and the first winner was
allowed to wear an outfit—pants, of course. The remaining girls played amongst themselves. This was quite a free-for-all.

Finally, the class monitor was unlucky; her top was removed. She was wearing a bra, but it was very tight, revealing
no (she hadn't developed much yet, so it was unlikely). But the girl's snow-white skin and delicate belly were revealed to
me for the first time.

I suddenly felt my blood boil, my head spin, and I suddenly understood what attraction meant. In the next few rounds, I didn't
win the first round, but I didn't lose the last either. Then they turned their attention to the class monitor, and she was stripped naked too. It was

the first time I'd seen a young girl's vagina. It was really different from a baby girl's (baby girls' vaginas were everywhere;
back then babies urinating in public). It looked like a peach. The whole thing was swollen, with a few sparse hairs fluttering in the wind.

(An 8-inch table fan blew). Ah?! Girls have hair? I always thought only men had hair.

Seeing her entire lower body, I couldn't help but pant, my whole body trembling, my penis hot and swollen
, throbbing rhythmically with waves of pleasure.

In the next round, I lost all focus on the cards, my eyes constantly fixed on the class monitor's breasts (sitting down, I couldn't see her breasts anymore). Her
breasts were slightly protruding, but the pink nipples were very prominent, taking up about three-quarters of her breasts, with barely any nipples,
similar to mine.

In this situation, I was destined to lose, and my pants were pulled down again. A thick, strong penis sprang out, held up 180
degrees, pressed tightly against her stomach.

This time, the girl's eyes lit up, and with a soft "whoosh," she gave the order: "Stop squeezing, let's fuck him
!"

Back then, the words "fuck him," "go for it," and "slap him" hadn't been invented yet. It was called "fuck."

I'd heard adults talk about who got someone pregnant before. I only thought that if a man and a woman slept together for one night
, they would get pregnant. I didn't know that penises could be inserted into vaginas, and I thought that penises and vaginas were only for urinating. I also
didn't know vaginas had another big hole.

The other girls chimed in! It turned out that even the class monitor had to listen to the older girl.

The older girl took off her pants herself. Oh, the hair on her vagina was a big beard, and I couldn't see her vulva, which
scared .

She then gave me another order: Lie down, and this time you will lick this place with your tongue (pointing to her vagina), until we
tell you to stop. Turning back to the class monitor, she said, "You brought this person here, so this is your first meal."

After saying that, she spread her legs wide and squatted on my head. I could see her hairy vagina, which was dark, with a big hole in the middle of
the cleft , and it was uneven. A clear spring gushed out, dripping onto the corner of my mouth, and even forming a thread
hanging in the hole, accompanied by a faint fragrance (actually, it wasn't a fragrance, but the unique smell of vaginas, which I liked).

She shouted, "Lick it!" Licking that place where she urinated was disgusting, but the woman's buttocks and vagina were naturally
attractive, so I hungrily licked it with my tongue.

I heard her let out a joyful "ah," and then her entire vagina pressed down, filling my mouth. The downy hair made my face,
nose, and mouth very uncomfortable. A stream of slightly salty, thick fluid flowed into my throat.

She started moaning incessantly, her vagina pressing against my mouth, rotating back and forth, large gushes of salty, thick fluid
flowing into my throat. My mouth was blocked, making it difficult to move, but I still had to obey and lick the vulva with my tongue, so I involuntarily swallowed it all
.

At that moment, I felt another girl sit on my lower body, her wet, slippery body pressing against my hard penis. A
surge of pleasure welled up in my heart, and suddenly my penis was surrounded by warmth.

With the continuous sliding, a feeling of urgent needing to urinate, accompanied by the pleasure, felt like floating to heaven, and I felt my penis
being squeezed out with each thrust. I was completely oblivious to my surroundings.

The big girl on top of me was the first to leave, collapsing headfirst next to me. Her buttocks were facing me, and her anus and vagina were still
rhythmically twitching. The class monitor, her lower body also biting her lip, involuntarily chuckled dryly, her body slowly moving backward,
her still-erect penis slowly sliding out of her vagina, bringing with it a white, sticky discharge. I was shocked;
how could the class monitor's vagina be infected?!

At the time, I didn't know it was my semen. Although I had experienced nocturnal emissions a few times before, it always happened in the middle
of the night , and I would wake up in the morning with a dried stain on my pants. I thought it was urine (nocturnal emissions are also
the feeling of needing to urinate in a dream). I had never seen my own semen before.

I started to worry about the class monitor's vagina and wanted to ask her to go to the hospital. An infection was no small matter; I had injured myself many times during
sports activities, and the wounds had become infected.

But then another girl shouted, "It's my turn!" and took off her pants, placing her vagina in front of me.

At that moment, I no longer felt disgusted; instead, I felt a kind of desire. I sucked on her vagina, licking the smooth, tender flesh, greedily swallowing
the streams of slightly salty fluid. My penis got hard again (youth is good; it only takes a few minutes to
recover . Now, older men don't get hard again for several hours after ejaculating). I saw several girls playing rock-paper-scissors. After winning
, she went to bed with me again and pinned me down on her penis. This girl's vagina gripped my penis tighter than the class monitor's, so of course,
the pleasure was greater. I felt a strong urge to urinate (actually, it's the feeling of ejaculation, I'll just say ejaculation below to avoid
wasting words). The time lasted much longer than the class monitor's time.

Six girls took turns on top of me like this, and I won't waste words describing each girl's
feelings.

Basically, the taste of each girl's vagina and vaginal fluid was the same, but the appearance of their vaginas and pubic hair were different.
The most memorable one was one whose vagina had half of it blackish-brown, a birthmark on her vagina.

This is the only birthmark I've ever seen on a vagina. My penis went limp after the third ejaculation, but the fourth
girl still let me come up and rubbed her vagina on top of me. As she rubbed, I got hard again. My hands were touching the girl's buttocks in my mouth,
my mouth was filled with her vagina, the taste of her vagina, the catalysis of her vaginal fluid, and my youth, so it was very quick for my penis to get hard from being rubbed by her vagina.

In the end, all six girls were satisfied, but I probably ejaculated five times, because on the sixth time, I didn't
feel any squeezing and it just went soft and came. It was that big girl who first let me lick her pussy and last had sex with her
. She seemed unsatisfied, swallowing my soft penis into her mouth. She even bit it hard, almost biting it off
. It hurt so much I slapped her on the head (a natural reaction), and she yelled, "Are you trying to kill me?"

I quickly grabbed her head and kissed the spot I'd hit with my lips, murmuring, "I'm sorry, you bit too
hard." I was really afraid she'd get someone to beat me up.

Just then, the class monitor called out, "Oh dear, it's almost 10 o'clock! My mom'll be home soon."

I looked at the clock, 9:56. It was pitch black outside. Back then, there wasn't much nightlife; everyone
went to bed around 9 pm.

The class monitor's mom worked three shifts, from 2 pm to 10 pm. We all got dressed and quickly
left , because the class monitor's mom was definitely on her way home by then.

On my way home, I was dizzy and unsteady on my feet. My ears were ringing. My penis was throbbing
and numb. My stomach was
churning , and my throat still felt sticky and salty. Luckily, the streetlights were dim back then, and there were few people on the street; everyone was in bed
. Otherwise, someone I knew would have seen me acting strangely and told my mom I'd been

having sex for eight hours straight, from 2 PM to 9:56 PM. How could that be normal?

When I got home, everyone was asleep. My mom only asked me where I'd been, why I hadn't come home for dinner, and why it was so late.

I told her I'd gone to XXX's house (a close friend from elementary school, we often ate at each other's houses).

My mom said, "Go wash up and go to bed." I fell asleep quickly, I was so tired!

But just before dawn, I was woken up by excruciating pain in the muscles near my anus. It was terribly painful, but I
didn't dare tell my mom. (Feeling guilty) Luckily, everything was fine after about 10 minutes. (When I grew up and read medical books, I learned that the location
was the prostate, and frequent sexual activity could cause acute inflammation and pain).

The next morning, I took a longer route to school, never daring to take the shortcut near the class monitor's house again.

I was afraid of running into them again. But it wasn't that I was afraid of sex;

my sexual interest had actually been awakened. I was just afraid of being caught for hooliganism. In those days,
there were often criminals on trial parading through the streets. I knew what the crime of "hooliganism" meant.

After that, I never saw the class monitor again.

Postscript:

I gave away my virginity like that, without the romantic companionship of a wedding night or the stirrings of a first love. Instead, I gave it to
a bunch of used women, which is a bit of a regret.

But at least it's better than marrying a non-virgin as a virgin. At least in terms of quantity, it was worth it.

The class monitor was a beautiful school beauty, but not the kind that I was instantly attracted to. There are two types of girls I'm attracted to:
1. The Brigitte Lin type (clean and glamorous), 2. The Zhou Dongyu type (pure and cute).

My current wife is the Zhou Dongyu type. My class monitor, however, is the Lin Miaoke type (alluring and worldly).

When I was in college, there was a trend of old classmates reunions, and naturally, there were elementary school reunions.

But I never saw my class monitor.

Once, when everyone was talking about her, I learned that shortly after she entered the provincial key high school, she was impregnated by a shady character
, had an abortion, and was expelled from school.

In fact, when she tricked me into a group sex session, she was already out of school and a female hooligan.
A classmate who was a police officer at the local police station also told me that she later became a prostitute and was sent to a labor camp.

After graduating from college, when I was still a loser, I heard that she had already made it (financial freedom,
making money is fast).

After coming to the United States, I heard that she married an older man and immigrated to Canada. I even chatted with her privately in a QQ group;
she now owns a restaurant in Canada and has no children.

I didn't mention the past, and I didn't want her to be saddened by her past hardships.

I wish her well, the class monitor who deflowered me.

The conclusion is that

men have a virginity complex, but women probably have it even more. Because men can use the hymen to identify a virgin, women
can't. Once they're sure a man is a virgin, how could they let him go?

The social impact

is that a talented woman was ruined. Her parents didn't spend time with her while she was out of school, giving them the opportunity to do
bad things . This led to the premature death of a talented person.

Fortunately, the social education at the time stopped me from acting rashly. Otherwise, society would have had one more hooligan or rapist. Those working
the night shift in restaurants should be careful with their children.

[The End]

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