I slept with my girlfriend's virginity.

This story begins with my first girlfriend, yes, my first love. It was in 2010. I was only 18 then. My first love was my classmate. At that time, I was in high school in my hometown, Baojing, Xiangxi. I was studying at Baojing Middle School, in my second year of high school, around March of 2010. In high school, pursuing girls wasn't about money; it was mainly about how handsome you were. Specifically, it was about your grades, how good you were at basketball, and most importantly, how bold you were. I've always been quite bold. In middle school, I masturbated in the teacher's office. I've been into almost every girls' restroom in school. A few times, some girls were scared and screamed, haha. My middle school homeroom teacher was a young woman, but I won't go into details about those things. My first girlfriend's name was Ai Xin. There are very few people with the surname Ai in Baojing. Her family immigrated from another county because her father came to our area as an official—I forget exactly what rank, but he was at least a bureau chief. At that time, my grades were pretty good. Besides liking to look at pretty girls and fantasize, I spent my time online and playing basketball. That's how it started with Ai Xin. I always liked looking at pretty girls and fantasizing. So, even though I had good grades, I always sat in the last row of the classroom. Usually, the good students sat in the front, haha. That semester, in March, a month after the start of school, we had to change seats. In our high school, seat changes were usually based on grades, with the best students getting first place. Because I had good grades, I didn't feel any pressure and directly chose my original seat, the last row (the back door, one row from right to left, one group from front to back), the one closest to the door. There were eight groups in a class, so it was four large groups, two small groups forming one large group, so we had deskmates. Because her grades weren't very good, and she often skipped class, she got into my class through her father's connections. (Because my class was an excellent class, called the Olympiad class at the time, the best class in the school.) So, the seats at the back were usually chosen by people towards the end, and it was quite late when it was her turn to choose. I remember it very clearly. Because she often skipped class to play, she chose the seat next to me, the last seat in the second group. So, in the days that followed, she often skipped class and would sneak out through the back door while the teacher was writing on the blackboard. Here's some information about her: her name was Ai Xin, and she was 17 years old at the time. She got into the excellent class because of her father's connections. They said her grades weren't great and she liked to skip class, but the teachers didn't dare to say anything to her. So they usually pretended not to see it. Because she grew up in a wealthy family, she was very pretty, 160 cm tall, and had large breasts. I don't know how big D-cup or F-cup really are, but her breasts were about the size of a medium-sized porcelain bowl at the time. If you opened your hand to touch them, they could fill your palm. She dressed very fashionably because her family was rich. She usually wore tight denim shorts with brightly colored clothes, and occasionally a knee-length skirt. (The school didn't have a uniform requirement yet, and very few female students wore short skirts.) Her round butt always made my dick hard. She often liked to ask me questions, about studies or my views on life, mainly about life. I remember that day very clearly; she wore tight denim shorts, a pink bra, and a white, semi-transparent women's blouse. The blouse was very short, only reaching her waist. Her round butt stretched the tight denim shorts completely. Her breasts were firm and large; I didn't really look at them, I was mainly looking at her butt. My dick was so hard, I couldn't concentrate in class. She asked me: "Guanyou, what kind of girl does a boy like you, with good grades and good basketball skills, like?" I rarely asked her questions in class because I rarely spoke. Because she asked that question, I habitually looked her up and down, and said, "Her looks are acceptable, she has a good figure, and most importantly, she really likes me." Then she turned on her phone (back then, I didn't have a phone, and many of my classmates didn't either), it was a smartphone, and showed me pictures of many girls, some she knew, and some of her own. They were all pretty good (in my opinion). Then she asked, "So what do you think of these girls?" My penis was hard at the time, making my underwear very tight. I was wearing wide-legged athletic shorts (not thermal underwear, but athletic shorts), plus large-sized briefs (because I often get erections). I didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements, and I didn't turn around to talk to her. I just looked at the words the teacher was writing on the blackboard, and then glanced at her again. This time, because my penis was so hard, I just quickly scanned it and said, "I think they're all pretty good, all attractive." Then she asked, "Really? Don't you think there's a best girl?" Honestly, those girls all had great figures and were reasonably good-looking, so I didn't really compare them. Plus, my dick was hard, so I just said they were all beautiful. Then I replied, "Yeah, they're all beautiful, with great figures, especially the first girl, those tight pants really show off her." Because my dick was hard, and I only glanced at her phone a few times while looking at the blackboard, I didn't really look at the rest properly. Then she swiped the screen a few times to show me her picture and said, "I think my pants look better than hers." (She thought I was referring to her pants.) Then I looked at her picture; she was indeed very sexy. I looked at it from bottom to top and back again for a while and said to her, "It's alright, but not as good as what you're wearing today." She asked, "Why? I think that one looks better than what I'm wearing today." At this point, my dick was practically rock hard. I turned around and looked at her properly, meeting her gaze. She blinked twice, and I couldn't hold back anymore. Oh well. I put down my pen, rested my head on the table, and looked at her legs, saying, "Hmm, because you're wearing such tight clothes today, your curves are so clear, and... and you can see the front very clearly too." Then I directly touched her vulva. I don't know what got into me at the time; I didn't think much of it. I just felt her whole body tremble, and then she immediately leaned back on the table and made a soft "hmm" sound, so quiet that no one but me could hear it. Because I had a lot of books, the teacher couldn't see me lying on the table, what I was doing below. I didn't dare move, so I just kept my hand there, on her pants. Occasionally, I would move my fingers. Then she would pretend to be reading very seriously. get out of class ended quickly like that. I could finally take my hand out. We didn't talk much for the next three days, but she kept wearing those pants. These were the pants I'd seen her wear for the longest time since I met her (five days without changing). Although I'm quite daring, before that I only frequented the girls' restroom and occasionally went to my homeroom teacher's room during evening self-study to masturbate when she wasn't there. So I didn't speak to her for the next few days, and she didn't initiate any conversation with me either, except that we didn't skip class during those days. This continued until Saturday, because the elite class had half-day classes on Saturdays and full-day classes on Sundays, so we still had classes at school on Saturdays. I remember clearly, it was the last class of Saturday, and it was almost time for the weekly break. Usually, she would have left by this time, but this time she stayed in class until then. I couldn't help myself and asked her: "Want to go drinking with me this afternoon?" Because since junior high, my life has been full of wonderful moments.Dom goes to bars almost every week, mostly with friends, but sometimes alone. So many of my close classmates know about this habit. Then she said, "No, I don't really want to go. There are so many people drinking with you guys." I felt a pang of disappointment, but my erection prevented me from having any other thoughts besides masturbation, so I said, "You're scared, aren't you? You've never drunk alcohol before, right?" She replied, "Why wouldn't I be scared? It's just drinking, what's there to be afraid of? I don't want to go because there are so many male classmates..." Then she hesitated, and I didn't know what she was trying to say. Then she said, "Well, well, if you dare, come drink with me this afternoon. I'll talk to them later, and I'll go drink with you somewhere else." Then her face turned a little red, and she said, "You? What's there to be scared of?" After class, she told me she didn't really want to go today. She wasn't feeling well. So she went out with her. We went to a bar, the one I often drink alone at. Because it's a familiar place, I often drink alone in a private room. You know, when a group of people are drinking, we're usually outside. We didn't go into a private room because it wasn't very big. Then she came in with me. I remember ordering sausage, shredded pork, and tofu as a side dish; I remember it very clearly. Then I told her, "Since you're a girl, I won't bully you. I'll drink baijiu (Chinese liquor), and you can have a bottle of beer each." She hummed in agreement. I ordered a bottle of Snow Beer and a bottle of Erqu (a type of Chinese liquor). After the food was served, because it was only March and still quite cold in our mountainous area, they served hot pot. I opened both bottles, poured myself a glass of baijiu, and gave her a glass of beer, not even full. I was worried she wouldn't drink, so I said, "Come on, let's have a drink first." I picked up my glass, held it up, and looked at her. She didn't say anything, but followed my rhythm and drank. Because mine was more than half full of baijiu, after I drank it down in one gulp, I could barely distinguish anything (a bottle of Erqu is only a little over a glass, about three liang). Then I started drinking slowly at my usual pace. I can't remember exactly what we talked about. I just remember that she didn't drink again until that breakthrough. I don't know if she was asking me questions or I was asking her questions. Anyway, we talked for a while. But I remember that breakthrough very clearly. We were originally sitting facing each other. I was a little drunk at the time, so instead of slowly leaning towards her like in those erotic novels, I just walked directly to her sofa and said, "I have a question for you. Why did you order two bottles?" And she had only drunk one beer at the beginning; the bottle was almost full. Then I thought, "Oh well, I have to finish this much and stay sober afterward, otherwise I might not have another chance." After the bartender brought the drinks, we still didn't talk. I just kept drinking one beer after another. But this time she started. She drank almost the entire beer bottle she had only taken a sip of before. She probably had never drunk alcohol before. Although I had drunk a lot, I know from my experience that even beer can be very unpleasant. I remember very clearly that after she finished that bottle, she burped twice. That was probably what it felt like to be drunk. Her voice sounded so-so. But anyone who's ever been drunk knows that when you're drunk, what sounds like normal volume is actually much louder. Then she started talking to me about all sorts of things, I don't remember the details, but I remember she snatched my beer and said, "See, you can't hold your liquor, don't drink anymore, eat some food." Because I was so drunk, I ate without much reaction, just watching her finish the rest of the drinks (two bottles of beer and almost an ounce of beer). I was very drunk, but not 100%, more like 80%, because I wasn't sleepy or vomiting. I drink a lot and have a deep understanding of how drunk you are. She just leaned back on the sofa and acted all high and mighty. Next, I remember clearly, I thought, since I'd already kissed her, I might as well go all the way. I'd kiss her again, and if she resisted, I'd just stop, order another beer, and go to sleep. If she didn't resist, I'd pay the bill and take her to my place. I went over and put my arm around her head. Because I was afraid she'd resist, I didn't hug her body to kiss her, but rather her head. I kissed her passionately. This time, her response surprised me. She didn't tremble, open her arms, or resist; instead, she hugged me and kissed me back. I originally wanted to quickly kiss her to test her reaction, so I tried to pull away to see how she would react, but she didn't let go of my arms and kept kissing me. Originally, I was going to push her onto the sofa, but it turned into her pushing me onto the sofa. I can't remember how long we kissed; I just felt my penis was about to explode. But since we were in a bar, and I'd never had real sexual experience with a man before (only masturbation), I didn't dare take off her pants. I just kept kissing, but my penis felt like it was about to explode. After kissing for a while, we separated. She was very drunk, much more drunk than me; she'd vomited all over me (during the kiss), but because my penis was rock hard, I didn't stop her from kissing me out of disgust. Then I went out to pay the bill. Afterwards, I led her out of the restaurant. She was basically leaning her whole body against me. As I mentioned before, although I was also drunk, I wasn't completely intoxicated. I could still do things normally, maybe just more vigorously than usual. I don't remember exactly how I managed to hold her; my arms felt very weak. Then I called a taxi back to my place. My parents work outside and usually don't get home until 6 or 7 pm. When we got out of the car, her condition was very unusual, different from how we usually are when we're drunk. Usually, when we're 10% drunk, we either vomit and then fall asleep, or we just fall asleep directly. But she vomited, and it had been quite a while—only a 5 or 6-minute drive. (5)Six minutes is a long time for someone who's 100% drunk. She wasn't asleep; she would grunt when I asked her questions. She was responsive, but I couldn't understand what she was saying; her words were too slurred to be heard clearly. When I got home, my parents, as usual, weren't home yet. It was around 5 a.m. I opened the door and led her to my room, putting her on the bed. Then I checked all the doors from the first one to mine, making sure they were all closed, and finally locked the door to my room. I remember this very clearly, even though I was drunk at the time, it was really clear, I don't know why. She was lying on the bed, and because she hadn't taken off her shoes, her calves and lower body weren't on the bed. With those tight pants and her legs stretched so straight, the curves of her thighs were very clear, and most importantly, her vulva, because of the tight pants and her legs being stretched so tightly, the shape of her vulva was clearly visible. I immediately took off her shoes and t-shirt (I was wearing wide-legged athletic shorts, not thermal underwear). I got into bed and pinned her down, kissing her passionately. Then I groped her breasts, and then moved my right hand to her vulva. I didn't take off her shoes because I was afraid she'd wake up. But she really didn't seem to be asleep, moaning softly like "mmm, oh..." I took my hand out, my rock-hard penis pressed against her vulva, and kissed her again through my pants. She continued moaning like "mmm, oh..." After a while, I got out of bed to take off her shoes. This time she seemed to be awake and refused to take them off. I said, "It's okay, it's alright, it'll be easier to sleep if you take off your shoes." Then I half-pulled, half-dragged off her shoes. I lifted her whole body onto the bed (her calves and other parts of her body were off the edge). I lay down next to her and started touching her. I put my hand inside her clothes and touched her breasts. After touching her for a while, I simply put my hand directly inside her pants and touched her vulva. I remember it clearly. When I touched her, besides her pubic hair, I gently ran my fingers along her vulva a few times. It was so wet and slippery. To be honest, I had no idea at the time that this was due to a woman's vaginal fluid, otherwise I would have just taken off her clothes and had sex. After touching her for a while, I tried to take off her clothes. She made some noises, but she held onto her clothes tightly with both hands, preventing me from taking them off. So I had to press my upper body against her, kissing her while saying, "It's okay, take off your clothes. Don't you ever take off your clothes to sleep?" Then I reluctantly managed to pull her clothes down. I wanted to take off her bra, but I really didn't know how to take it off (I really didn't know at the time). After a bunch of random touching, I simply pushed her bra up, revealing her breasts. Those breasts were white and big; I could easily fill them with my outstretched arms. I touched and sucked on them at the same time. At that time, I thought that kissing a woman's breasts would produce milk. So I kissed her for a long time, but apart from moaning "oh... ah... um...", no milk came out of her breasts. I lost my patience and got off her. Then I tried to take off her pants. They were short, tight jeans, but she wouldn't let me take them off, gripping the top of her pants tightly with both hands. I tried to pull them off, but I didn't dare force her because my mom and the others had come home and I could hear the cooking sounds from the kitchen. So I temporarily let go and touched her vulva (under her pants). After a while, I don't know why, she squeezed her legs together a few times, then let out a long sigh (at the time, I really didn't understand what a female orgasm was like). Then she hugged me, pulled her hair down, and kissed me for a while, saying, "I gave you my first kiss, let's go to sleep, I'm so sleepy." Hearing this, I was startled and asked, "You weren't asleep just now?" She said, "No, I was in a daze the whole time, I don't know if I was asleep or not, but, but just now it felt so good, so I woke up. I'm so tired, let's go to sleep (just sleep)." Hearing her say that, I didn't want to give up, so I placed her hand on my rock-hard penis. Then I simply took off my pants and guided her hand to grasp my penis, stroking it up and down, similar to the rhythm of my usual masturbation. But the feeling was very different from masturbating; it was incredibly pleasurable. Her hands were so soft and tender. After a while, I ejaculated; it felt amazing. Her hands were covered in it, and not wanting to waste it, I grabbed a handful and smeared it on her breasts and fed it to her mouth. I don't know what I was thinking at the time. Then I fell asleep. When I woke up again, it was 5508777.It was already past midnight. I checked the clock; it was around 12:37, I remember that clearly. I looked at her hand; I could still see the residue of my semen. Adults know that semen dries after a while if not cleaned, but the residue is still visible. I was starving, so I went out to find something to eat. I got a bowl of rice from the kitchen, but not for her, because I didn't want to wake her. After all, I hadn't actually slept with her yet. I wanted to eat first, then I could truly have her. That's what I was thinking at the time. So I wolfed down my food. Back in the room, she was still lying quietly on the bed. Moonlight streamed in through the window, making her pair of snow-white breasts very clear. I couldn't resist gently licking them. Then I tried to pull down her bra (which had been pushed up above her breasts), but I couldn't find a way to do it, so I gave up. I moved on, touching her vulva and pulling down her pants. I slowly unbuckled her belt; it was a purely feminine belt, very small, and difficult to take off, unlike men's belts which open with a simple pull. I had to figure out how to fasten it; at the time, I honestly didn't know how to fasten a women's belt. After much searching, I slowly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants (don't think only men's jeans have zippers; women's tight-fitting denim shorts often have zippers that can move up and down). I saw her milky-white panties, very small and tight (my panties are usually quite loose). I tried to pull her pants down, but I couldn't get them off because her buttocks were pressed tightly against them. I had to increase my efforts, but it still didn't work. Then, somehow, she woke up, grabbing her pants with both hands, trying to zip them up, but I could only… I was determined not to let her pull me up, so she had no choice but to give in, but she wouldn't let go and wouldn't let me pull down. I had no choice but to hug her and kiss her repeatedly, saying, "Darling, my dick is so hard, I can't take it anymore, it's about to explode." As I said this, I pulled her left hand (I was sleeping on her right) over and placed it on my hard, veiny penis, though it was covered by my pants (I had put them on when I went to the kitchen to find something to eat, but I wasn't wearing underwear). While kissing her, I used her hand to touch my penis, saying, "Look, it's so hard, so very hard. If I don't let it feel good soon, it's going to explode." Then she looked at me with such innocent, curious eyes, and asked, "How can I make it feel good?" She spoke very softly, but I heard her clearly. Me: "Hmm~! This, this…" I thought for a moment and decided that this time I couldn't let her masturbate me. I had to have sex with her, otherwise what kind of man would I be, refusing to sleep with my wife in bed! "I don't know either, anyway, anyway, it really wants to touch your pussy, it feels better that way," I said, reaching out to pull down her pants again. She: "Haven't you touched it so many times already? Just keep touching it, you don't need to take your pants off." She wouldn't let me take off her pants no matter what I said. I had no choice but to continue kissing her, letting her hand touch my big cock, making it vibrate up and down a couple of times, saying: "Look, look, it can't take it anymore. Touching it with my hand doesn't feel anything, it still feels uncomfortable. It only feels good when it touches itself." She buried her blushing face in my chest and said very softly: "Then, then you touch it with it." "Sigh," I pretended to sigh. "What's wrong? Doesn't it want to touch?" Me: I want to, but... with pants, I can't touch it at all. Look how soft it is, and it's not as strong as my hand, so of course I won't feel anything. If I hurt it, it will be even worse. "Hmm!" "~" she said, then fell silent. I continued kissing her, then tried to pull down her pants. This time she didn't resist, but I couldn't get them down properly because I hadn't completely unbuckled her belt. I pulled haphazardly for a while, and in my frustration, I almost tore them off. Seeing all my movements, she finally just took her pants off. I touched her buttocks; they were so soft and comfortable. (At that time, her buttocks weren't quite round yet. Generally, a woman's buttocks only become rounder during intercourse, due to the impact and female physiology. She was only 17 at the time.) What was different? The difference was that this time, she only took off her outer pants. Later, when we had sex together, she would take off both her outer and inner pants. I directly pulled aside the fabric of her underwear and slowly probed her vulva with my fingers, not daring to probe too deeply for fear of breaking her hymen. But it was very slippery and wet. She made soft moans like "Mmm... Oh..." I couldn't resist any longer, so I just pulled down her panties. This time, she didn't pull them down with her hands, but instead squeezed them tightly between her legs. But the force of her legs was no match for her hands. She pulled them down in a moment. I really couldn't hold back anymore, so I pressed myself against her and rubbed the head of my rock-hard penis against her vaginal opening. I didn't even know to wet my penis before I inserted it. But because her vagina was very wet, my glans went in after a while, and it felt incredibly good, even though it was just the glans. Then her moans and groans started to get louder. But she didn't do much else. I wanted to keep pushing my penis in, and I tried, but she immediately pulled her butt back, saying it hurt a little. Helpless, I had to slowly insert it to the glans. Her reaction started to change. Then she took off her bra and pulled me onto her. But I still couldn't resist and tried a few more times, and at the same time she pulled her butt back again. "Maybe I touched her hymen, but it's not broken yet, so it hurts a little when I touch it with a little force," I thought. "I should be gentle with her and take it slow." Then I tried a few more times, but the result was the same. This time I got impatient. "Damn it, I'm just fucking her and I'm worried about how she feels. My penis has been hard for so long, if I don't get satisfied, it's going to explode." "I slowly pulled her buttocks down and slightly spread her legs apart. I remember clearly that by then, her vaginal fluid was almost dried up. My glans wasn't feeling as good anymore. I hardened my heart, grabbed both sides of her buttocks, and thrust in firmly. With a 'Ah~' from her, my entire hard, steel-like penis slid in completely, it felt so good. Then I tried to move, but she grabbed my buttocks and said, 'Don't move, it hurts.' I didn't care anymore, my penis had been hard for so long, if I didn't ejaculate soon, it would explode. I pressed her down, my right hand forcefully patting her buttocks, my left hand tightly holding her head, kissing her as I thrust. Although she cried out in pain frequently, I ignored her and just kept thrusting hard. (At that time, I really hardened my heart, my penis was so hard.) I kissed her and said, 'Aixin, fucking you feels so good, so comfortable.'" (In our area, "driing a pussy" usually means "fucking a cunt"), "I want to fuck you every day, fuck your pussy." Then she stopped crying out in pain, and tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. Because of the moonlight, I remember all of this very clearly. I just held her tightly, moaning softly... um... ah... I felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter, and the speed of my thrusts increased. I didn't care if she was in pain; I thrust in with all my might each time. In the end, I don't know how many times I thrust, but finally, a heavenly pleasure traveled from my penis to my brain, and back to my penis, and I ejaculated. I held her buttocks with my right hand and her shoulders with my left, and ejaculated all of it inside her. She shuddered a lot and ejaculated a lot before pulling out (more than masturbation, and the pleasure was incomparable to masturbation). Then she lay gently in my arms. And that's how we established our boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. It lasted for a little over three years.The woman, holding my left hand around my shoulder, ejaculated inside me. I shuddered a lot, ejaculating a lot before pulling out (more than masturbation, and the pleasure is incomparable to masturbation). Then she gently lay in my arms. That's how we became boyfriend and girlfriend. It lasted for about three years.The woman, holding my left hand around my shoulder, ejaculated inside me. I shuddered a lot, ejaculating a lot before pulling out (more than masturbation, and the pleasure is incomparable to masturbation). Then she gently lay in my arms. That's how we became boyfriend and girlfriend. It lasted for about three years.

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