From that moment on, I became completely obsessed with UU.

I told you my first story with UU. If
that was a serendipitous online encounter, then this experience made me realize that UU is actually easier
to get than an adult woman.

My company sent us on a business trip for a meeting. There were six of us in total, but the company's guesthouse was full of standard rooms
, so we had to share a regular room with two others. I'm a light sleeper, and even the slightest noise
can disturb my sleep, but two of the other three snored, keeping me up all night.

The next day, I remembered that one of my best friends owns several beauty salon chains in the city—
the kind of very reputable salons that cater specifically to women and exclude men. I called him to ask if I could find a nearby
place to stay for the night. Luckily, there was one nearby. He called the manager and arranged for me to stay,
and I was able to check in smoothly. These kinds of salons don't have fixed closing times;
they usually close after 10 PM, after all the other customers have left.

If I arrived early, I would sit at the cashier and wait for them to finish work. After the customers left, the beauticians would start cleaning
, showering, and changing clothes. Each time, a young girl would make my bed, turn on the air conditioner, put
my slippers by the bed, pour me a glass of water, and then leave. She looked about 15 or 16 years old, very young,
with a full figure, big eyes, and fair skin.

I didn't have any bad intentions at the time; I was just very grateful for her care. My wife never
treated How could I not be grateful for a teenage girl like her? So, whenever I went, if she wasn't busy
, we would chat for a while. I learned that she didn't want to continue her studies after graduating from junior high school and came to the city to work. She had been working here for
half a year. Her home was far away, and it was quite pitiful for a young girl like her to work far from home. The week-long meeting
ended quickly. Before leaving, I bought her a small gift to thank her for her care over the past few days. The girl was very happy and
gave me her phone number, saying she would call me when she had time and not to forget. Seeing her expectant look,
I felt she must be very lonely here, so I quickly agreed.

I'd been so busy since I got home over two weeks ago that I hadn't called her once. Then one day, I suddenly received
a funny text from her and remembered my promise. I quickly called back to explain
how busy I'd been and ask how she was doing—basically, like an older brother caring for a younger sister.
I could tell she was happy that I was so kind. After that, we texted
each other frequently, and I tried to be as caring and considerate as possible, especially when she was sick or feeling down. I was always so attentive; kind words
don't cost anything, so the more the merrier.

After two or three months of texting, our conversations gradually evolved from simple friendly greetings to
something more intimate. I don't know who started it, but maybe it was a text she sent me saying "I miss you,"
and our feelings quickly intensified. It was like first love again—I was reliving it, but it was the first time I truly experienced it
. Finally, she was coming! She'd saved up three days of vacation from a month without a break to come see me.

As evening fell, the train pulled into the station. Seeing her gracefully emerge from the exit, I felt a strange surge of excitement.
I knew she was mine tonight. I walked up to her, and she suddenly grabbed my arm and rested her face on my
shoulder. I was startled; there were many familiar faces around, and being seen would be troublesome. I quickly pulled her into the car, started the engine
, and sped away from this potentially dangerous place. Once we reached a secluded spot, I couldn't resist stopping the car and pulling her
into my arms. I immediately kissed her lips.

She was still a novice kisser, quite awkward, but with my guidance, she was experiencing ecstasy within a minute.
Her tongue lingered in my mouth, unwilling to leave. She didn't even notice when I slipped my hand inside her clothes and touched
her breasts until I forcefully pinched her hard nipples. Being a virgin, she was still shy and quickly pulled my hand
away. I didn't want to force her; she was mine sooner or later, so there was no rush. After kissing her enough, I took her
to dinner and then directly to the room I had booked beforehand.

She went to take a shower, and I was bored outside. Listening to the sound of running water, my little brother was already burning
hot . I gently pushed the bathroom door open—thank God, the lock
was broken! I pushed it open, and through the steamy mist, a beautiful, delicate body, white as jade,
appeared before me. She saw me too, and immediately squatted down, clutching her chest,
her face and said, "Don't come in, don't come in!"

I chuckled shamelessly and said, "I can't hold it anymore, I need to pee." Then, ignoring her, I went to the toilet,
pulled out Stealing a glance at her, I discovered she was also peeking at my penis!
Haha, she didn't dare look directly at me, just stealing a quick look before quickly looking away. With my penis this hard, it was impossible to pee!
I simply stripped naked, picked her up, and we took a bath together. The feeling of being slippery and slippery, the wet bodies rubbing
together, made the room temperature rise several degrees instantly. I didn't bother washing her properly, just dried her off and grabbed her,
throwing her onto the bed and pounced on her... (The author has deleted 20,000 words below).

A tiny, tightly closed slit with only a few sparse hairs on it. Her legs were spread, but the slit remained tightly
closed. I used my fingers to spread it open, aligned my penis, and inserted it. As soon as the head of my penis entered, she screamed,
her body trembled, and she pushed against my chest, forcefully squeezing my penis out. She was still there
, crying out in pain. After some more caressing, I tried a few more times, but she couldn't bear the pain and moved
around, making me ejaculate. She kept apologizing, which made me afraid to try again. I could only hold her and kiss and caress her.

After a while, I was exhausted and lay down. She rolled over and straddled me,
rubbing her penis against mine, telling me she loved me so much and wanted to give herself to me, but it really hurt. I said, "Let's
stop , let's go to sleep." She seemed really determined this time and said, "Try again." I endured it,
lay down, and covered my mouth with a pillowcase. I straddled her, lubricating with saliva first, then slowly inserted a little.
Seeing that she didn't cry out in pain, but just tightly covered her mouth with the towel, I knew that if I didn't go all the way in now, I
might never have another chance.

So, without thinking, I thrust hard, breaking through her hymen. Immediately, tears streamed down her face, and she
moaned. I didn't dare move, just kissed her eyes and touched her breasts. After a long time, she seemed calmer
, so I moved slightly, and she cried out in pain again. I endured it a little longer before moving again. I don't know how long it took before I could finally ejaculate.
She was more comfortable now . Although she was still in pain, it wasn't as unbearable. However, I'm sure she
didn't experience the true pleasure of sex until it ended. She kept saying that it felt best when I held her and kissed her. It's frustrating. I
've lost my virginity before, and I've never experienced this much pain. Usually, after ten minutes or so, I only felt
pleasure and no longer felt the pain. Is this the difference between a young woman and an adult woman's physiological development stage? It seems I'll have to put in
more effort to get her to enjoy sex.

Later, I asked her why she liked me. Her answer left me quite depressed for a while. She said, "Where I work,
I start at 9 am and finish at 10 pm every day. I'm surrounded by women all day long, and
after work I go back to my dorm. I don't live here, and I don't have any acquaintances or friends. Life is very monotonous, and I don't have any opportunities to meet
boys . I've been here for six months, and you're the only guy I've met. And you care about me so much, so I slowly
fell in love with you.

" Ugh, this made me feel so inferior. It turns out it's not because I'm handsome or anything, it's just because I'm a guy.
After that
, and she enjoyed it immensely, maintaining this for more than half a year. Later, her family wouldn't let her
work outside and made her quit her job and go home. Her home is very far from mine, almost a thousand kilometers away, so we haven't seen each other since. We
only contact each other occasionally by phone. Now it's been three years, and I really miss her. A few days ago, she texted
me saying she wanted to come see me next month because her family has arranged a marriage for her, and she might
not see me again afterward, so she wanted to come see me before her wedding. I hope she can come.

After writing so much, what are your thoughts, fellow wolves? People say: "Three years in the army turns a sow into a beauty." That
refers to spending three years surrounded by men.
What would it be like for a woman, especially a young girl just beginning to experience love, to spend several years surrounded by women without seeing men? Does a thought suddenly pop into your head? That
is: an all-girls school. Haha, fellow wolves, careful observation and bold experimentation will give you many opportunities!

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