My Virgin Wife

We met during a performance together. She was a fashion model on the show; she was incredibly beautiful, tall, and had long, black hair. I was stunned the moment I saw her, unable to look her in the eye. Perhaps this is what they call "chemistry"! Their performance was supposed to be just a brief interlude, but her appearance almost brought the show to its climax. After the performance, her image filled my mind, and I only regretted not asking for her contact information. That night, I masturbated repeatedly, fantasizing about having sex with her, even though I didn't know her name at the time. That summer, just before my graduation, the famous student movement broke out in Beijing, and I naturally joined the fervent crowd. I ran into her again at Tiananmen Square; she and some classmates had come to show their support. She greeted me first, and perhaps because of the atmosphere, we quickly became acquainted. That night, she didn't go home but slept with us in the square. We talked about politics, music, and relationships. Later, she got sleepy and fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. In the latter half of the night, the square was quiet. Nearby, people started kissing passionately, and there were even soft rustling sounds, as if someone was secretly making love, and even slight moans. I was truly shocked; this was Tiananmen Square, and although it was night, it was still quite public. Weiwei was woken up and asked me, "What's wrong with them?" Looking at Weiwei's innocent and beautiful face, I knew she genuinely didn't understand what others were doing, so I simply said, "They're probably starving." Weiwei suddenly sat up: "They're not feeling well, take them to the hospital quickly!" Her voice was loud in the quiet night, and the two men immediately stopped groaning. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand and said in a soft voice, "It's okay, they'll feel better after a while." I guessed the two men must have been very frustrated. Weiwei still looked around in confusion, and when she found it was quiet, she leaned against me and fell asleep again. But I couldn't sleep. This beautiful girl was so innocent. I quietly kissed her. Weiwei said she had never had a boyfriend before me, and she fell asleep on my shoulder the second time we met. Even she didn't know why she trusted me so much. Maybe it was love at first sight! For a while, I kept thinking that this was unbelievable. Weiwei was so radiant, yet she had never had a boyfriend. It wasn't until I slept with her that I believed it was true. I remember very clearly the process of making love with her for the first time. My first time with Weiwei was in her school dormitory. Afterwards, she said she had no idea such a thing could happen between men and women. I found it so bizarre, what era is this! But it was actually true. In the dark, secluded area, my hand slipped under her shirt and caressed her breasts. I could feel her tense up. I gently kissed her earlobe and whispered sweet nothings that even made me cringe, trying to relax her, but it didn't seem to work. I started making lighthearted jokes, like wanting to suckle her breasts, and that worked well. I easily removed her shirt and kissed her neck, then unhooked her bra. By then, I was quite experienced at this kind of thing. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and very elastic. By the moonlight, I could clearly see a pair of faint areolas. Their youthful exuded allure captivated me. I couldn't resist gently licking her erect nipples, making Weiwei very itchy. She giggled softly, "How can you get any milk like this?" While attacking Weiwei's nipples with my mouth, I began to caress her entire body with my hands. When my hand reached her waist, I felt her tremble again. This time, I didn't hesitate. I lifted her skirt, grasped her firm buttocks with both hands, and began to move towards the inside of her thighs. Her buttocks were clenched tightly due to tension, so I could only gently rub near her anus with my fingers. Her panties were silk, very thin, and my fingers could clearly feel every curve. I thought she would be aroused quickly, but after a few minutes, she showed no reaction other than tension. I figured virgins might need more time to prepare, so I patiently stroked her belly with my palm and gradually moved downwards. She offered only a simple resistance before ejaculating. My hand was already inside her panties; she had a lot of hair, which was very stimulating. At this moment, my penis was painfully swollen. I clamped one of her thighs between my legs and rubbed it up and down to relieve my urge, while my fingers continued their all-out attack on the deeper layers. It was a virgin territory that had never been explored, and I really wanted to change its dryness immediately. Five minutes later, however, I was almost completely frustrated. Weiwei's body showed no reaction. When I looked up at her, she was also looking at me with blank eyes, as if asking, "What are you doing?" I felt helpless looking at Weiwei's blank eyes, but I was also unwilling to give up. I asked Weiwei how she felt, but she couldn't say for sure. I knew she was a little scared, so I started talking to her about sex. She was really ignorant in this area, to the point that I often joked with her later that her sexual ignorance led to her frigidity, almost making me sexually uninterested. But I didn't give up and continued to act as her sex teacher, while my hands continued to roam over her sensitive areas. I noticed she was starting to get wet, which excited me greatly. I took off all her clothes, my fingers focusing on her genitals and my tongue on her nipples, finally making her produce a little bit of vaginal fluid. Although it was very little, it was enough for me. I thought I had to break her hymen first and then slowly cultivate it later. I had her lie on her back, spread her legs, and gently rubbed my hot, hard penis against her wet opening. Sensing that Weiwei was also aroused, I began to thrust forward. The head of my penis had barely entered when Weiwei cried out in pain, forcing me to stop. After repeating this several times, I finally steeled myself and thrust forward forcefully. At the moment of penetration, Weiwei screamed in pain. I comforted her while slowly moving in and out. A virgin's vagina is too tight; I ejaculated after only a few thrusts. Weiwei seemed to be in pain throughout the entire act, and I kept reassuring her, "It always hurts a little the first time; it will get better." I knew Weiwei hadn't slept that night. When I woke up the next morning and saw her red eyes, I felt terrible. When I got up, I found two palm-sized bloodstains on the sheets, completely different from the "minor bleeding the first time" described in books. I finally understood why Weiwei had been in so much pain. I held her tenderly, feeling both deep regret for my rudeness and a sense of joy, as if I had overcome an obstacle. [The End]

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