Several women in my life

While I was having an affair with Sister D and sleeping with a woman in Dandong, I met my first love, A, in 2006. After graduating from junior high school, I lost contact with many classmates. Until that summer, the second week after I returned from Dandong, a junior high classmate contacted me, saying that the junior high class was having a reunion.

That night, I went. In the bar, we sat next to A, with two other guys, but they weren't gay. When they left halfway through, I took A's hand and asked her: What exactly happened that day (17 years ago)? She said with tears in her eyes, "What do you think? Can a bad person do good things?" This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, but it was too late. So many years had passed, and I didn't even know who that person was. I could only cry and say, I'm so sorry.
She laughed instead and said, It's all in the past, why bring him up again? From then on, I took everything lightly. We talked for less than an hour, and then the two guys said they were going to go to the disco across the street to dance for a while. I told them to go ahead, we'd come find them later. I took A's hand, and after they'd walked for two minutes, I followed them out and headed towards a nearby plaza or green space. When we reached a dimly lit area, I put my arm around her shoulder and began telling her about my unhappy marriage. She nestled against my chest and recounted her marriage to a man 15 years her senior.
Feeling a sense of shared misfortune, I held her tightly, and we began passionately kissing. I started touching her breasts under her clothes; they weren't large and were sagging. She had a six-year-old son. We groped haphazardly. Seeing no one around, I pulled her into a grassy area. She was wearing pants, so it was doggy style. She knelt on the grass, and I took out my penis and inserted it directly, gently thrusting in and out. I didn't dare use too much force, afraid she'd be reminded of that memory from 17 years ago. As I was thrusting, an old man scavenging for scraps rode towards me on a dilapidated bicycle. I froze. She was still wearing a white top. Damn, it was too obvious. I pulled my right hand from her waist and put it in my pocket, gripping the switchblade I'd had for almost 10 years (for self-defense). If he dared to come any closer, I swore I'd never let my first love get hurt again. The old man glanced at us, then turned away and rode off, only about 5 meters away. I guess he knew I was having sex, and he'd lost interest (too old).

I continued to wiggle my hips, circling behind her, rubbing her buttocks. In just 5 minutes, I ejaculated onto the grass. Don't laugh at my speed; there are four speeds in the world: machine gun, mortar, sneaking sex, and sending telegrams. I really enjoy outdoor sex; I've had sex with most of the women here. After we finished, we went to a disco, had some drinks, and it was already 2 a.m. We were exhausted.

I suggested we go home, and they all agreed. I said I'd take her to the disco. Actually, I wanted to take her to a hotel.
In the car, I asked her, "Is it okay if we don't go home?" She said she lied to her husband and went back to her parents' house. They arrived at a hotel around 3 a.m. The hotel had a rule that if you checked in at this time, you could stay for two nights. That is, if you checked in early this morning, you could stay until 12 noon the next day. After checking into the room, we started taking a bath together. She was still so thin, very bony.

She was a little sleepy, but I wasn't. My penis was erect again. She lay on top of me and kissed me from my neck down to my penis. Her oral skills weren't very good; I guess her husband hadn't trained her properly. Her teeth were a bit too strong.

I pulled her up and let her ride me. Under the light, I started to look at her carefully, and suddenly tears streamed down my face. I remembered 17 years ago. My penis started to soften. She comforted me, moving up and down incessantly. I held her with tears in my eyes, not wanting to continue. I flipped her over and started fucking her wildly, crying as I fucked her. I didn't want to ejaculate inside her, but when I did, she held my buttocks down, preventing me from pulling out.
I lay on top of her, tears streaming down my face. She comforted me, telling me not to mention it again, or she would ignore me. After that, I started frequently asking her out, gradually neglecting Sister D. Until one day, Sister D asked me, "Do you know how long it's been since we were together?" It had been a month. She said she was more experienced than me and sensed that I had fallen for someone else. We broke up… Yes, this year, I was juggling three women; it was exhausting.
Like a thief. It had to end; I needed a break.

In May 2007, when I left Sister E, I felt lonely and started searching for prey on QQ again. After my experience with the QQ girl in Dandong, I learned a lot and always insisted on video verification.
My marriage was on its last legs at this point, and I had separated from my ex-wife. I rented a single room and started living alone, spending my days either at work or glued to my computer. Meeting the gay woman was just an unexpected interlude…

In early July, a woman named "Guoguo" appeared on my QQ friend list. She was from a nearby city, 27 years old, and worked as a graphic designer. Her marital status was unknown. At first, we just chatted about hobbies and interests, until one day we started talking about marriage. I told her the truth about my painful marriage, and she listened quietly like a confidante. Many women scoff at men who tell them about their painful marriages because they see it as a way to manipulate women's emotions. But my story was real, and she believed me. She started talking about our sexual interests, but I never brought up meeting up, since I didn't know anything about her situation. Finally, I mustered the courage to ask for a video chat, and she tacitly agreed. What appeared before me was a quiet, gentle woman with short hair. Her lips looked very sexy, and looking at them, I started daydreaming about her giving me oral sex…

She only stayed on the video for five minutes before turning it off, saying she didn't like video chats. Well, at least I saw her real face. We chatted almost every day until 9 PM before she logged off. When I asked why, she finally revealed that her husband was a department manager at a large supermarket, leaving work at 9 PM every day, and didn't like her chatting online. Oh… so she's a married woman. I had an idea; I'd lure her out… After chatting for a month, I sent her an invitation: I wanted to invite her to a movie. She agreed without hesitation. I regretted it so much; I should have seduced her sooner! Why waste so much time? But she had one condition: she had to be home before 9 PM. The distance between our cities is about 30 kilometers, not far, and we have enough time (I'm not thinking about the time for watching a movie and having dinner). We
agreed on a time, the day after tomorrow, the sooner the better, just in case things go wrong. The next day, I only reminded her of some things to be careful about, and then went to bed early. Afraid I wouldn't be able to sleep, I drank two bottles of Snow Beer and waited for the next day to arrive. That morning, I got up at 6 o'clock.

I had asked her to leave at 6:30 because the company had organized a training trip to my city. At 6:20, my phone finally rang under my watchful eye. I received a text message: I'm on the bus... Great! I quickly washed up and took a taxi to the long-distance bus station to wait. After 7 o'clock, the movie started, and my hand began to move. I grabbed her hand, just holding it, not daring to move it further. Her hands were so smooth, and my penis started to get restless. I couldn't wait any longer; the movie was only 20 minutes in. I let go of her hand and pulled her close from behind. She only trembled slightly, then moved even closer. My right hand was around her waist, and my left hand grabbed her hand, continuing to caress it, tracing her fingers and palm. She flinched a few times, probably tickled. I started to wrap my arms around her neck, pulling her close and kissing her. She didn't resist, and after a few minutes of passionate kissing, I became more audacious. One hand remained around her neck, while the other began to assault her breasts. Such cute little breasts, not too big, not too small; my hand could perfectly hold her entire breast. Her nipples began to harden, and I gently moved one of them with a finger. Her breathing became uneven. Based on experience, I knew she was getting aroused. We continued our passionate kissing, and I started caressing her thighs, running my middle three fingers down her knees, all the way to the edge of her underwear. Because my hands weren't very hygienic, I didn't pull down her panties directly; I just let my hands wander over them. I could feel she was already wet, because the crotch of her panties was damp. I kept kissing her and stimulating her clitoris. Her body started to writhe. Luckily, we were sitting in the back rows of the theater, and there was no one behind us. My penis was pushing up her beach shorts, and I kept intentionally or unintentionally brushing against her arm closest to me…
I suddenly whispered in her ear, "Stop watching, let's go." I didn't know if she agreed, but I calmed myself down and told my erection to relax, otherwise we wouldn't be able to leave. Then I pulled her along, slipped out of the theater, took a taxi straight to my rented apartment, and once inside, I pushed her onto the bed and started undressing her (I seem to have a tendency towards rape; I always like to use soft violence on women). She moaned, seemingly cooperating. When I took off her underwear, she suddenly turned around and said, "Go take a shower, I'm all sweaty." I thought, "What shower? I already showered this morning." She had indeed showered that morning; I had smelled her skin in the theater—it smelled like shower gel.

I continued to hold her down, and before I could even finish stripping her clothes off, I impatiently pulled out my hard penis and thrust it towards her rear. Damn, sure enough, she was already gushing wet; her fluids and mine merged together. Aiming at her vulva, I thrust in. She cried out and collapsed onto the bed. Because my pants were only half off, I almost fell to the side, and my penis slipped out. Seeing it covered in her love juice, I became even more excited. I quickly stripped off all my clothes, spread her legs, and thrust in again. The moment it entered her felt amazing. I kept going in and out. She kept moaning and groaning. I held her hands down, straddled her thighs, and pounded against her snow-white buttocks, making a slapping sound (I liked that sound, the slapping sound, it had a feeling of taming). After a while, I helped her up, keeping my penis inside her, and made her kneel on top of me. I sat on the bed, grabbed her breasts from behind, and started kneading them. She started to find her own feeling, twisting her body up and down, not very fast, but very powerful. I felt a hand shaking my penis, it felt so good, I was about to ejaculate because I hadn't fucked a woman in a long time. She seemed to find her rhythm, one hand gripping my wrist as I kneaded her breasts, the other hand starting to stroke her clitoris, her moans becoming deeper. I figured she was about to come.

A minute later, she bent forward, screamed, and her body trembled as if having a seizure. I released my hands from her breasts, grabbed her waist, and moved her hips up and down. She started screaming weakly, probably because she had passed her limit. I shook her waist violently, making her passively twist her buttocks. I felt a surge of heat gushing from my penis and shooting into her vagina. I held her tightly, enjoying the pleasure of the orgasm...
(Some readers might ask: You're really brave to ejaculate inside. Actually, I didn't dare, because when I asked her out, she said her period had just ended and it was her safe period.) We lay limply on the bed, still in the doggy style position. I stroked her until my penis went limp. After holding back for a month, I finally released.

At noon, I ordered two dishes from a small restaurant downstairs and we drank at home. She only drank one glass, afraid of smelling alcohol when she came home that night. I only drank two bottles of beer, afraid that too much alcohol would lead to trouble (how could I just let her go after one time? There might not be another chance). After dinner, I held her and we slept for a while. During that time, her husband sent me several text messages, making my heart race. Luckily, he didn't suspect anything. After waking up, my penis was erect again. I intentionally tried to get her to give me oral sex, but it didn't work. It was just a passionate, intense session, nothing fancy, just the usual routines.

We didn't even get out of bed all afternoon, except to clean up. At 6 pm, exhausted, we had sex four times, and I took her to the bus back to the city. The first two times felt pretty good, but the last two felt like just going through the motions to ejaculate. Now, in my opinion, conquering a woman doesn't necessarily require a certain number of times to show male prowess. Quality and process are more important; quantity is secondary…

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/213596.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=213596&aspx=1

Previous Page : My real sexual experience with the prettiest girl in my class during my university years

Next Page : The sexy and beautiful outfit of the female college student was stripped off (Chapters 1-6)

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Several women in my life

comment Open a new window to view comments