More than ten years of experience in picking up girls

My first close contact with a girl dates back to high school, probably in 1999. The busy high school life left me with almost no time or courage to pursue romantic relationships. This continued until the end of my junior year when the teacher changed my seat, and I became deskmates with a very quiet girl, A. She was an excellent student, as was I, and we were always discussing academic issues. Feelings had begun to blossom, but neither of us dared to cross the line. This was a very serious matter in a top-tier high school in Jiangsu. We tried our best to avoid the gaze of our classmates and teachers. Later, because I had a good relationship with my homeroom teacher (I was the class monitor at the time), he let me stay in one of his vacant bungalows, and that's when I started bringing A out with me. The opportunities were always very secretive, like on weekends. I remember it was the night before the new millennium, December 31, 1999. We agreed to stay up all night together to usher in the new millennium. It was very cold, and we covered ourselves with three blankets, but we were very hot. I slowly kissed her. At first, she was afraid to meet my passion, but later she was moved by my rather unskilled (nowadays) kiss. I slowly took off her clothes, but she wouldn't let me take off her underwear. My trembling hands touched her breasts. Now that I think about it, it was really rare for her not-so-plump body to have such full breasts. Her small nipples were a little hard. I kissed them and felt them trembling. That fleshy and smooth feeling is something I will never forget.
When I tried to move my hand further down, she resisted fiercely, preventing me from advancing. I had to stop, and we kissed for a long time. Finally, I managed to slip my hand inside and touch her pubic hair. It felt like that of a fully mature woman—quite thick, but still soft. Because of the cold, I couldn't see her genitals, but I touched her vulva. It was indeed a very thin slit, but it was already sticky and wet. My penis was rock hard, and with the caresses and kisses, I finally ejaculated, leaving residue on her panties. I hurriedly grabbed some tissue to wipe it off. Even much later, our biggest worry was whether she would get pregnant. Looking back now, haha, I really didn't understand. Later, every weekend we would find time to be intimate in the house, but it was limited to kissing and letting me touch and kiss her breasts. Her breasts were well-developed; one hand couldn't even encircle them. You really couldn't tell when she was dressed. Her nipples were very pink, after all, they were a virgin's breasts.
During the winter break of my senior year of high school, in January 2000, I was transferring schools and asked to meet her one last time. We kissed and caressed each other passionately in that small room. I took off her top completely and kissed her shapely, full breasts again and again. She was also aroused, her little hands trembling slightly, but in the end, we didn't. In high school, the fear that pregnancy would affect my studies was always the strongest force. I kept in touch with A until my sophomore year of college...

B was a girl I met after transferring back to Xinjiang and taking the college entrance exam. My excellent grades helped her make great progress in her studies, but during this time, I maintained my relationship with A through correspondence. She knew this but also felt distressed. B was also distressed, but I had already given up hope for the outcome with A.
So, many times, during the sprint before the college entrance exam, B and I acted like real lovers. The most intimate thing we did was touch her breasts through her summer clothes, but it was already very exciting. Her breasts were so soft, and although I had never seen her naked, I could feel that they were not small. Several times I ejaculated inside her pants.
We never kissed, and I never saw her body. I still regret it now; I wish I had had that one intimate encounter with her back then. Now B is a mother, and it's too late for regrets.

After the college entrance exam, I went to university in Chongqing. My high school class monitor, C, went with me. She was admitted to a medical school in Sichuan. It was her first time traveling far by train, and I, being the kind person I am, took care of her the whole way. She knew I had a girlfriend in Jiangsu, and I didn't have any special feelings for C.
But this didn't last long. During my first winter break, I went back to Xinjiang. I went to her university first to wait for her to go home with me. We chatted for a long time and had a lot of fun. After returning home for the winter break, we established a romantic relationship, and I officially broke up with A in a letter.
C is a year older than me. As I entered university, I finally realized that she was much prettier than she was in high school. Maybe it's the environment of Sichuan that nurtures people. She is 170 cm tall and has a great figure. I started to fantasize about finding a wife like her; it would be wonderful.
Our first real contact happened during the summer break of our freshman year. We traveled back to Xinjiang together. In a small hotel near the train station, we kissed passionately. With her half-hearted resistance, I undressed her. Her skin was so white, without an ounce of fat. Her breasts weren't large, but one nipple was slightly inverted, just the right size to hold in one hand. She didn't have much pubic hair, but it was quite stiff. I kissed her lips, tongue, cheeks, and nipples. Her nipples were interesting; when she was aroused, the inverted one would pop out and stand erect, perfectly symmetrical to the other. I slowly moved down, kissing her lower abdomen, and finally saw the vulva I had been longing for.
Her vulva was a pink line, and you couldn't see the labia from the outside. It had a slightly fishy smell, probably because we hadn't showered yet (the small hotel didn't have hot water, and rooms were very cheap for poor students).
I licked her, and she moaned, but didn't refuse. She probably already knew she was going to give herself to me today. By then, I couldn't control myself anymore and hurriedly tried to penetrate her, but before I could even aim at her genitals, I couldn't help but ejaculate, spraying onto her pubic hair (I had watched porn once before and had no experience whatsoever).
But I quickly got hard again during the kiss. After my glans bumped around several times without finding the entrance, I had to lift her big buttocks with my hand, signaling her to lift them a little. She put her feet on the bed and raised her buttocks. I slowly parted her tightly closed labia with my hand, revealing a patch of bright red, tender flesh. I pushed my glans in, finally touching her tender flesh.
I slowly pushed in, and she gasped softly, but didn't say anything. My glans continued to advance (I still remember very clearly that I didn't thrust in forcefully at first) and encountered something that hindered my progress. I knew this was her hymen, an unforgettable mark. The feeling of being blocked was so clear.
She started breathing rapidly and said it hurt a little, asking me to slow down. I knew from the book that pain was inevitable at this point, so I thrust in hard. Her virginity ended with my penis. Of course, she cried out in pain and squeezed her legs together, almost immobilizing me. I leaned down, kissed her, and whispered to her not to be nervous (thankfully, I had read many articles like this, despite having no practical experience). At the same time, I used my hands to separate her tense legs, and then thrust my half-inserted penis in again, finally penetrating her completely. She was in so much pain she almost cried. I dared not thrust any further, and just lay on top of her, hoping she could relax as soon as possible. Finally, she seemed to have gotten used to the intruder in her vagina. To be honest, my penis isn't very big, which is probably the main reason she was able to adapt so quickly.
The kisses I'd shared earlier had filled her vagina with lubrication, and my penis felt like it was soaking in a hot spring, an incredibly pleasurable sensation. I immediately felt the urge to ejaculate, and without delay, I lifted myself up and began thrusting. Of course, the pace wasn't fast; I cherished this woman because she was the woman I wanted to marry. Besides, back then I was still relatively naive, unlike now where I feel I have no interest in women I've been with, or that I only want sex.
After about a few dozen thrusts, accompanied by her cries of pain and moans, I finally ejaculated deep inside her. I knew she hadn't experienced the full pleasure of sex because my duration was far too short, but she wasn't traumatized by the pain. She said she could already feel a little pleasure, and I saw her face flush.
After a while, I got hard again. This time I had some experience and lasted longer. Her tender little pussy got used to the thrusting. But at that time I didn't know about different positions. She was just under me, passively being penetrated. When I ejaculated into the depths of her tender pussy again (lasting about three minutes), she experienced an unprecedented feeling. I don't know if she had an orgasm, but she told me that she felt like she was flying to heaven.
Afterwards, she nestled naked in my arms. Her skin was so beautiful; I stroked it, unable to sleep… The feeling of our first night was so wonderful, becoming the most unforgettable memory I have, still savoring its sweetness to this day.
But C and I ultimately didn't marry. I returned to work in Xinjiang, and she even gave up the opportunity to stay in Chongqing to follow me. Yet, I abandoned her for another woman; I truly deserve no forgiveness.
Now, she is married and has children. I think she must be happy now, which at least makes me feel less guilty. I was with A for four years. She had an abortion for me, twins! Her family and my family both know this, and it has always been the thing I feel most guilty about. It's the sin of my naturally promiscuous nature.

Because C studied clinical medicine and graduated a year later than me, while I returned to Xinjiang to work after graduating in 2004, teaching at a vocational college, C and I could only express our feelings through letters. But my restless body was aroused, and coupled with watching porn and visiting adult websites, my heart was constantly throbbing with desire. Back then, everyone liked making friends on QQ. When I was in Chongqing, I met a netizen named D. After a few times, I told her I would return to Xinjiang in August 2004 and we could meet then. She agreed; she was also in Urumqi. When I started working, the school arranged for me to live in a temporary dormitory. The time was right to ask her out. When we finally met, I found this girl mature and voluptuous, with an oval face, delicate features, and a very pleasing appearance. Her breasts were firm and alluring.
We had a quick meal and went straight to the dormitory. Without either of us giving any hints, we kissed like dry wood meeting a raging fire. Having spent several years with C, kissing was already quite skillful for me, and she was equally adept.
Our soft tongues intertwined, and my penis, at just the right moment, became incredibly hard. I caressed her breasts, which I had long coveted, through her clothes. They were round and large, too big to be held in one hand. She began to moan, showing no sign of rejecting me.
I slipped my hand under her clothes, feeling the smooth, soft flesh of her breasts inside her bra. After caressing them for a while, I unhooked her bra from behind and grasped her full breasts. It felt so good to have such large breasts. Her nipples were slowly hardening, a mature, dark red, but not large. I panted as I removed her clothes and bra, and I saw the third and largest pair of breasts I had ever seen. There was a small black mole in the middle of her white breasts, and her nipples were bright red.
She was already aroused, drawing my head towards her large breasts. I licked those alluring flesh with my lips and tongue, and she let out moans. As I kissed her, I unbuckled her belt, slipped my hand inside her jeans, and reached into her panties, touching her thick pubic hair. Further down, I could feel her overflowing love juice, which had soaked the middle of her panties. It was clear she was a sensitive girl who was easily aroused. At this moment, she began to pant as she unbuttoned my shirt. I freed one hand and helped her remove our clothes, finally we were naked together.
She lay on the bed, her face flushed. I parted her legs. She was about 168 cm tall, with long, well-proportioned legs—already considered small by today's standards. I saw her genitals; her labia were reddish-brown, while her labia minora were very pink. I could see her vaginal opening, and a lot of glistening, sticky fluid was already flowing out, indicating that she was fully prepared for my penetration. My penis was already throbbing. As I approached her genitals, the glans was coated with her vaginal fluid. She guided it with her hand, and with a thrust, I easily inserted myself. "Go," she gasped softly. I had already thrust my entire penis into her warm, wet vagina. There was so much fluid that it flowed down her vaginal opening even before I started thrusting, quickly soaking the sheets. She closed her eyes tightly, her hands gripping my buttocks. I began to thrust, the sounds of my testicles slapping against her thighs. The feeling was truly heavenly. Unlike C, D's clitoris was more prominent; it had already peeked out from under the clitoral hood before I even entered, its tender pink color unforgettable.
D's vagina was very tight. She later told me that she hadn't had sex with her ex-boyfriend very often. She liked being a teacher, which was why she felt so intimate with me. As I thrust, I saw her large breasts swaying, and she moaned and groaned, her voice beautiful. After several dozen thrusts, I felt her hands pressing heavily on my buttocks; it seemed she was getting increasingly comfortable.
Having had sex with C hundreds of times over the years, I'd learned a few techniques and could last about three minutes. But this new woman was different; a different vagina, a different visual impact, made me want to ejaculate. She sensed my urge before I came and gripped me even tighter, as if trying to push my penis further inside. Finally, I ejaculated inside her vagina, a lot of it, some of it coming out with my penis as I withdrew. The white fluid flowed down her vulva onto the bed, but she seemed a little unsatisfied, holding me tightly and rubbing her breasts against my chest. Those soft mounds felt incredibly good. After a while, I gave her some tissues, and she carefully wiped herself, then put on her half-dry, pure white panties.
Before leaving, she gave me a long kiss and left a hickey on my neck. She told me she would come to see me whenever she had time. I only had sex with D four or five times, and each time I ejaculated inside her (back then there weren't as many different techniques as there are now, otherwise I could have trained her to be very promiscuous). I never asked her if it was her safe period; maybe she was taking birth control pills.
Two months into our relationship, D suddenly disappeared. I couldn't even contact her anymore. She changed her phone number and stopped using QQ. She just vanished from my world. I think maybe I was just someone she used to relieve her loneliness and troubles. Regardless, whenever I recall my fleeting affair with D, I still feel a pang of pleasure; perhaps that's the satisfaction of an affair. In this world, many things can't be forced. My relationship with D seems to have been purely physical, but without a doubt, her body is something I can't forget.
In the year before I started working, I continued to contact C, eagerly hoping she would return soon and even considering marrying her. Six months later, in March 2005, she finished her internship and returned to the city where I worked. We moved into my single dormitory. I was captivated by her body. After several sexual encounters, she matured, and we explored more techniques. She learned to give me oral sex, progressing from clumsy to skilled, always licking me with great pleasure. However, at that time, we didn't know about anal sex. Some time later, she went to her sister's place in Urumqi, closer to the medical school, to prepare for her postgraduate entrance exams and for easier classes. I would visit her on weekends.

When I first started working, the school assigned me as a homeroom teacher, overseeing three classes with more than 100 students, including over 20 girls. These students were only two or three years younger than me, practically my peers. I enjoyed mingling with the students, playing soccer and singing karaoke together, and they all liked me.
Among them was a very pretty girl, E, who was Hui with one-quarter Uyghur ancestry. She had talked to me several times about how her family treated her. She was a rather rebellious girl and disliked her family's strict discipline. I had also studied psychology, so I helped her. She said she felt an unprecedented sense of ease when she was with me.
One afternoon in the autumn of 2005, she said she wanted to treat me to dinner to thank me for my concern. I declined several times, but she insisted, so we went to eat a local specialty, big plate chicken. She suggested drinking beer. I had just started working and had a low alcohol tolerance, so we only drank a few bottles before I felt a little dizzy.
She was also almost drunk and talked a lot about how harsh her parents were to her. She was almost crying by the end. Slowly, she leaned on me, and I, also under the influence of alcohol, put my arm around her. I was a little attracted to such a pretty girl, but out of moral restraint between teacher and student, I offered to take her back to her dormitory. She refused, saying that I should take her back to my place.
I felt it wouldn't be appropriate at school with so many people talking, so I offered to get her a room to rest. She agreed, and I helped her to a nearby hotel. After checking in, I took her inside. She seemed much more awake then, saying she wanted to take a shower. Ignoring my presence, she started undressing. I didn't know what to do, but a desire slowly began to burn within me.
She quickly stripped naked, leaving me completely exposed. Her skin wasn't as fair as her face, but her figure was well-proportioned. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm, with a youthful tenderness. Her nipples were neither too big nor too small, and were reddish-brown, not the bright red I had imagined—perhaps because she was of mixed race. Her abdomen was smooth without any excess fat, and her pubic hair was thick and curly. Her legs weren't long, but her calves were slender, and her feet were adorable. She was about 163 cm tall, with a very pert bottom.
She shyly hugged her chest as I ran the bathwater for her. In the tub, she splashed water while I lathered her with soap. I touched her skin; it felt wonderful. When I grasped her breasts, I was already rock hard.
After the bath, I carried her (I estimate she weighed around 50 kilograms) to the bed. Neither of us initiated anything; we caressed each other and kissed. She had a boyfriend before, but it was only limited to kissing, so her tongue was very skillful and adept.
We exchanged saliva. I reached for her genitals, feeling they were already quite wet. I spread her legs, and in the light, I saw her pubic area. Pubic hair covered her entire vulva. Her labia majora were fleshy, but not quite a "bun-like" vulva. Her labia minora parted under my fingers, also a dark red, with the tender flesh inside a delicate pink. The light reflected off the glistening, wetness, indicating she was aroused. I rubbed my erect penis against her vaginal opening, and she let out a joyful moan, as beautiful as her voice. I could feel her lower body trembling, as if welcoming an uninvited guest. My glans found a warm, slippery spot. With
a soft "plop," I pushed in a little. She gasped, trying to tighten her legs, clearly showing some fear and discomfort. I stopped, gently stroking her thighs, signaling her not to be nervous and to spread her legs. She obediently parted them, revealing her small vulva, allowing my penis to continue.
After a slight resistance, my penis was halfway in. She nervously said it hurt a little, as it was her first time. I was very careful, even though I knew she was in the dance team and her hymen was probably gone. There was still a noticeable tightness, and I hadn't considered the consequences of sleeping with a virgin.
I lowered my hips slightly and thrust hard, my penis going in all the way. She cried out, and feeling the pain, she tightened her legs. I could only stay inside, even though her vagina was completely wet, she still couldn't immediately adjust to my penetration. My penis felt the tightness of her vaginal walls, feeling my entire penis inside a warm, wet vagina. That tight embrace made me feel like I was on cloud nine, indescribably wonderful. Since I couldn't thrust immediately, I leaned down and kissed her, licking her nipples, trying to make her feel more comfortable. Finally, she relaxed a little, and her legs slowly opened.
I knew I could start, so I slowly pulled out halfway and then slowly thrust back in. Because she was a sensitive girl and was quite wet, the pain didn't last long before she accepted my thrusting.
Her genitals began to actively respond to my thrusts, her arms wrapped around my neck, moaning with pleasure. Gradually, my thrusts became more forceful, allowing my glans to feel the intense friction and stimulation from her vagina. The tender flesh constantly scraped against my penis, giving me a truly heavenly feeling.
After a while, I picked her up, pressing her close to me, feeling the pressure of her breasts against my chest. The warmth of her breasts against my chest, the stimulation of her erect nipples from arousal, we kissed passionately, like dry tinder bursting into flames. My hands gripped her buttocks, pushing her lower body tightly against mine. My penis was deeply inserted into her vagina, and I soon felt the urge to ejaculate. I laid her flat, curled her legs, grabbed her delicate little feet, and began to thrust vigorously. After dozens of thrusts, I poured all the thick semen I had accumulated over the past few days into her vagina.
She was breathing heavily, motionless as I wiped away the fluid that had flowed out. The fluid was white and mixed with traces of blood, which greatly aroused me. I hadn't expected to deflower the second virgin I'd ever encountered. Actually, initially, because of her rebellious and active nature, I hadn't even considered that she was a virgin. There hadn't been any particular resistance during penetration, and I assumed she simply had very little sexual experience.
I looked at the girl with affection. Her rosy, apple-like face and slightly parted cherry-like lips were still breathing rapidly, her breasts rising and falling with each thrust. Her labia hadn't closed completely from the penetration, and I could see the exposed flesh still oozing vaginal fluid. This scene was truly unforgettable. I was proud that my first time with her had been relatively successful, allowing her to experience the beauty of sex rather than the psychological trauma of pain.
I asked her if she enjoyed it, but she didn't answer shyly. Instead, she pulled me to lie down beside her, snuggling close to me, her hands constantly caressing my body but not touching my penis. This shyness was natural and unpretentious—truly a great psychological pleasure for a man.
That passionate night, we barely slept. Since it was the weekend, we weren't worried about dorm checks or the next day's work and classes. We made love three times, until she said her vagina was a little sore, and I felt too tired and exhausted. We slept until Saturday afternoon.
She knew I had a girlfriend, but didn't show any intention of replacing her. After that first time, we started going out for dates and sex every weekend. She was the type whose libido became very strong once developed, and she became increasingly open during sex with me. She quickly learned oral sex, seemingly using all her intelligence to develop sexual techniques rather than improve her grades. Several times I ejaculated directly in her mouth, although she couldn't accept the stimulation of swallowing semen.
For a considerable period, I spent my weekends with both C and E, my young body seemingly tireless. That period was the time I had the most frequent sex. But this harmony didn't last. In the early winter of 2006, C came to visit me. We made love in my dorm room, and afterwards we cuddled together to sleep. E came looking for me because she had my key (my carelessness paid the price). When she opened the door, she saw us naked and embracing. Everyone was stunned.
C said harshly, "You're shameless!" and got dressed and left. I rushed after her, but E held me tightly. At that moment, I was terrified that if my illicit relationship with E became known to the school leaders and colleagues, I would be ruined. Although I liked E's vivacity and youthful body, I knew that ethnicity and religion could not bring us together. We could only be lovers. E's rebellious nature made her ignore these realities. Of course, she eventually returned to reality, but that's another story.
C's departure terrified me. After all, she was the future wife I had officially brought home to meet my parents. I was afraid my parents would be heartbroken, but E's presence prevented me from taking any action to make her leave me. I was afraid of upsetting her; her rebellious nature would cause me endless suffering. C quickly called my father, and he rushed over the next day. The expected scolding didn't come; instead, I received understanding and forgiveness from my father.
He probably realized the situation was complicated, and simply scolding me wouldn't be meaningful. He still hoped C and I could be together; he believed she was a lovely and beautiful woman who would be a good wife and mother, while E was Hui, and a long-term relationship with her was impossible.
Of course, I knew all this. C had an abortion for me, and for me, she disregarded opportunities in big cities and inland hospitals to return to work—all for me. But I was too weak; to keep my job, I had to appease E first.
Later, things didn't go as I wished. C disappeared from my world, went to a hospital in another city, and is now a wife and mother. Perhaps this is something that brings me some comfort.
I wasn't the kind of person who could make her happy. To be honest, I didn't deserve such a good woman, but I deeply hurt her, and everything that happened afterward was my just deserts. That karma was that because of my relationship with E, the whole school knew about it, and I became a prime example of moral depravity among teachers. Although I didn't lose my job, I lost all face. I can imagine everyone's contempt and the nasty gossip behind my back. I obviously became everyone's fodder for conversation. But what could I do? E also miscarried because of me. Due to my negligence, she only had an abortion after three months of pregnancy, causing her great distress.
I took meticulous care of her while also keeping it a secret from her family. Her family were strict Muslims and would never accept their daughter having a Han Chinese boyfriend. At that time, my only thought was that after she graduated and found a husband who met her family's requirements, I could finally get rid of this trouble. And she, too, realized the consequences of her recklessness.
To be honest, we had a deep and unforgettable love for each other. Even now, I still miss the passion we shared. She was an excellent cook, and when we lived together, delicious meals would be waiting for me every day after work, making me feel the warmth of home. But we could only live one day at a time.
In my sex life with E, her rebellious nature often gave me new and exciting experiences. She found pornographic websites somewhere and frequently watched adult films, then experimented on me. I remember one time at the end of 2006, I came home from work, and she gently gave me a long, passionate kiss. She then reached out and groped my crotch, skillfully unzipping my pants and releasing the hardness awakened by her kiss. She pulled me to the bed and quickly stripped naked herself. Just as I was about to kiss her freshly washed and fragrant body, she pushed me down onto the bed and began to carefully perform oral sex on me.
This girl is truly an expert in sex. She knelt before me with a seductive smile, cupping my left foot in her hands. Her tongue was already darting out, licking the sole of my foot. The wet saliva, accompanied by an incredibly tingling sensation, sent waves of pleasure through my body. Honestly, a woman's tongue is so skillful. After licking my foot, she moved along my legs, licking every inch of skin with such care and attention—it was truly enjoyable. When she licked the inside of my thighs and knees, I realized that a man's sensitive spots aren't just limited to his penis. She gently stroked my penis with one hand, while her mouth licked my ears and inside my ear canals. The gurgling sounds of her tongue and saliva filled my ears—it was so beautiful!
Her lips and tongue moved to my armpit, her rosy cheeks pressed against my arm, her tongue licking my armpit incessantly, making the armpit hair wet and warm from her lips. Then she had me lie face down on the bed and began to lick me gently from behind. Her mouth and tongue lingered on my buttocks for a long time, occasionally sucking hard on the flesh of my buttocks with her mouth, making slapping sounds. She took my flesh in her mouth and gently bit it with her teeth, then brought out a small mirror to show me the teeth marks she had left. After
licking my buttocks, she had me kneel up a little, raising my buttocks, spreading my buttocks apart, and licking my anus with her tongue. Wow, this really made me feel like I was flying. This was the first time in my life that a woman had licked my anus (excluding professional prostitutes, three respectable women I've been with have had their anuses licked by me). The stimulation of the anus was far different from that of the glans penis, even stronger.
As she licked my anus, the warm breath from her mouth gave me a wonderful stimulation. She even pushed her tongue forcefully inside, and I could feel it already inside. I was truly moved. This girl, whether she was seeking stimulation or not, her love for me was completely unconditional. After licking my anus
for a while, she took my testicles into her mouth, skillfully swirling her tongue around them, making slurping sounds. Then came oral sex. I must say, her oral skills had reached a considerable level. Sometimes she would swallow deeply and lick with her tongue, sometimes she would spit it out and blow air, rubbing it back and forth with her lips, sometimes she would quickly swallow and spit it out, her head moving rapidly, her hair swaying back and forth. I loved the expression on her face when she gave me oral sex; it was a look of pure bliss. Sometimes she would look at me tenderly, sometimes she would close her eyes and move her mouth up and down. That's why I often finished in her mouth.
She was incredibly proactive today, providing me with meticulous service the entire time. It turns out she'd been watching Japanese adult videos all afternoon; no wonder I saw a wet patch on her panties as soon as she took off her clothes. She was clearly impatient. After she got me hard, I rolled over and told her, "If you take the initiative with me today, I'll grant your wish." She giggled and lightly punched me a few times, then straddled me, rubbing her vulva against my stomach, letting me feel the copious amounts of her vaginal fluid flowing out. Soon, my stomach was covered in her slippery fluid. I wiped it off with my hand and laughed, saying, "You must have been incredibly horny at home." She giggled and positioned her vulva around my penis, one hand guiding my already hardened member from her mouth, the other parting her wet labia, leading my penis into her warm, slippery vagina.
I let out a soft moan as my penis fully penetrated her, our pubic hair pressed together in a dark mass. She didn't immediately begin moving up and down, but instead immersed my penis in her wet vagina, allowing us to feel the pleasure of entering each other's bodies.
My penis sank deep into her vagina, and I could feel that this position allowed my glans to reach her cervix. She began to slowly sway her hips, letting my glans grind against her cervix. She tilted her head back, placed one hand on my thigh, folded her legs, and sat on me, swaying her hips back and forth and side to side. Her labia majora and thick pubic hair rubbed vigorously at the point where our genitals met.
After doing this for a while, she leaned forward, her legs circling my waist, her hands on my chest, and began to move up and down. She repeatedly lifted her buttocks and sat down, sometimes only the head of my penis was still inside her vagina, sometimes it was fully inside when she sat down. At first, it was a slow, rhythmic motion, then it quickened. Her buttocks slapped against my body, her full breasts swaying up and down. I saw my penis like a small pillar, constantly being swallowed and spit out by the fleshy lips beneath a tuft of dark hair, growing longer and shorter, exposed and swallowed. I played with her breasts with my hands, feeling the fine sweat slowly forming on her skin, making her breasts even more moist and alluring.
I was in great shape today, having lasted so long without ejaculating, and she herself was experiencing a different kind of pleasure and orgasm than before.
She was finally exhausted. I rolled over and laid her down, preparing to enter her. But she panted and told me she wanted to try anal sex. I was surprised and told her it must hurt a lot, but she said it was okay, saying she'd seen Japanese films and felt the urge to try it.
I said if it hurt, we wouldn't do it, and she agreed. I'd only ever seen anal sex in films, and I was also incredibly eager. I knew she'd showered carefully, so I dipped my finger in her vaginal fluid and gently rubbed it against her anus. She immediately made sounds of pleasure, as I'd never stimulated her like that before.
I slowly inserted my fingertip into her anus and asked her if it hurt. She said it felt very comfortable and she didn't feel any pain. It was the first time I had inserted my finger into her rectum, and there was no lubrication at all. I guessed that there was no secretion of fluid in this orifice. After inserting about half a finger, I pulled it out and made her stick her buttocks out high. I used my hands to spread her buttocks apart slightly and used my finger to expose a small gap in her anus. I dripped saliva into it to fully lubricate her anus.
I told her I was going to enter, and she told me to put on a condom because there are bacteria in the rectum. I thought that made sense, so I quickly put on a condom and brought the head of my penis close to her cute little dark brown anus. Could such a small anus accommodate my penis? Although it wasn't very big, the vagina was much more spacious than the anus. To minimize her pain, I first gently rubbed the head of my penis against her anus to let her get used to it. Then I slowly started to push in. I could feel her anus slowly opening, and she cried out, indicating that she was in pain. I quickly stopped and asked her if she couldn't take it, but she said it was okay and told me to keep going. What a wonderful woman! She knew that her lover also wanted to be fully penetrated to achieve pleasure and couldn't stop because of her pain. This understanding girl endured the pain and stopped crying out. My penis felt an unprecedented pressure. At this point, the head of my penis was completely inside her anus, and I could see that the flesh around her anus was being squeezed in.
Because the condom was lubricated, I felt an extreme gripping sensation after the head of my penis went in; it was so tight it hurt. Finally, I forcefully inserted my entire penis. She was already whimpering in pain, about to cry. She probably never imagined that the ecstatic expression she showed in the film would be so painful in reality. My
penis was almost impossible to move inside her anus because it was so tight. I asked her if she could handle my thrusting, and she said she could try, she was fine. So, I slowly pulled my penis out to the anus and then slowly inserted it again, doing this a dozen times. I felt she gradually got used to anal sex; at least the pain had gone numb. Perhaps anal sex really can bring some kind of stimulation and pleasure.
I thrust into her anus at an even faster pace, and she let out cries that were a mixture of pain and pleasure, but completely different from the experience inside her vagina. My penis was being squeezed painfully, but the intense stimulation was something I couldn't get inside her vagina. I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate, and after dozens more thrusts, I ejaculated with pleasure. After pulling out my penis, I could see that her anus was still slightly open, revealing a deep hole. Saliva that had been smeared and dripped into her anus was flowing around it, and her vagina was still flowing with copious amounts of vaginal fluid from the intense stimulation of the anal sex, running down her fair thighs onto the sheets. This was the only time I had ever had anal sex, and it was truly unforgettable.
After we finished, she lay beside me and told me that anal sex, besides being very painful, was also very pleasurable. When I first entered, I felt like I was being torn apart, and I was really afraid of tearing her anus. I said I would never do it again.
Sometimes I'd have her put on my clothes and give me footjobs, slap her plump buttocks during sex, give me oral sex in the back row of a movie theater, and then have her sit on me and have sex. Another time, on a long-distance bus to Kanas, we went to the last row where no one was sitting. I covered her head with my clothes and had her give me a blowjob. When I got hard, I had her sit on top of me under the clothes, and amidst the roar and bumps of the bus, I ejaculated inside her. Since it was inconvenient to wipe, I just pulled up her panties and pants, sometimes leaving wet stains on the seat.
In the yurts of the Kanas scenic area, while others were out, we'd take out our penises and insert them into her exposed vulva in just a few minutes, and after ejaculating, her panties were soaked with her vaginal fluid and semen—that could be considered outdoor sex. Once, we went to karaoke, and we couldn't resist having sex on the sofa in the karaoke room. There are also traces of our battles in the women's restroom of a restaurant in Urumqi.
In pursuit of novelty and excitement, I would sometimes stuff grapes into her vagina, soak them with her juices, and have her feed them to me, which I would then feed to her. We even bought a dildo and used it to penetrate her vagina while she gave me oral sex. These experiences filled our young lives with thrills, and she became even more obsessed with sex. We did it almost every day. Sometimes, right after I ejaculated, she would come over and lick me until I was hard again. My semen had been scattered all over her face, breasts, buttocks, belly, and hair. It's fair to say we were deeply influenced by Japanese adult films.
In June 2007, E graduated and passed the civil service exam in southern Xinjiang. She left this troubled place with reluctance but also with no choice. I knew that everything between us was over. During those two years, we gave each other unforgettable love and passionate sex (later, she returned to school and even visited me; she already had a boyfriend, and we still had passionate sex a few times).

E's departure left a void in my emotional and sexual life. During this time, some of my buddies found a fun place where I experienced professional prostitute services for the first time.
Around July 2007, we went to a well-known bathhouse in Urumqi. The prostitutes there were quite high-class. Since it was my first time, I felt awkward, which drew laughter from them. They helped me choose one; she was quite pretty, about 170cm tall, and had full breasts. She offered a full range of services. The prostitute was very professional, giving me a full-body massage and then oral sex with a mouth full of popping candy—it was indescribable. Her breasts swayed in front of my penis, and her high-raised buttocks were very sexy. Later, we tried several positions for intercourse, and I ejaculated for the first time inside a professional. My friend treated me, and when I asked the price, it was 800 yuan, which was about a month's salary for me at the time.
Later, we went to a KTV in Changji City. My buddies who had been there said that it also offered sexual services. First, the prostitute sang with you, and while singing, you could touch her freely, even undress her completely. Such lewd scenes were indeed very exciting. Some of the girls there were even students studying in Changji. After singing, you could go downstairs to a private room for sex—it was practically a one-stop service. The price was around 300 yuan, which was quite cost-effective.
We frequented this place for over 10 years, going no less than 30 times and spending over ten thousand yuan. Actually, since my first time looking for fun outside in 2007, my close friends and I have been seeking pleasure everywhere—hair salons, saunas, foot massage parlors, KTVs, hotels, etc.—in Urumqi, Changji, Shihezi, Wujiaqu, and even during business trips to Baoding, Beijing, Chongqing, Shanghai, Hangzhou, and other cities. We've probably been hundreds of times, successfully surpassing the goal I set before graduating from university—more than 100 times. Sometimes it was purely for release, but more often it was because going to places like this was easier—just pull up and leave, leaving no loose ends.
But after trying many, I still found it meaningless. Aside from increasing the quantity, it was essentially just physical intercourse. Entering different women's bodies was because I paid money; the prostitutes' professional moans and smiles were only interested in my money. So, discussing these things is pointless, and sometimes I even felt incredibly dirty. Since this article mainly focuses on sex with emotional elements—experiences with students, colleagues, and respectable women—I won't mention my experiences with prostitutes again. In
2007, online chatting was still very popular. As a single person, I was addicted to QQ chat. A girl named F, who worked as a liquor distributor, added me as a friend. She lived in the same city as me, and we chatted happily. We quickly agreed to meet, and I treated her to dinner and then took her back to my place.
Because we had talked about relationship issues during our previous chat, and she had recently broken up with her boyfriend, my presence made her feel less lonely. We sat on the bed, and I tentatively touched her hand. She didn't resist, and then we kissed. She wasn't very tall, about 160 cm, and a little plump. Her appearance wasn't outstanding, but it was acceptable. She had long, smooth hair. When I touched her breasts, I felt that they weren't very big. I continued to move my hand down, rubbing her genitals through her jeans. She flinched a little, so I didn't continue. As the kiss became more intense, I slipped my hand inside her clothes and deftly unhooked her bra. She didn't resist; on the contrary, she was quite cooperative. The fact that things had progressed this far on our first meeting meant that we were both incredibly sexually frustrated.
Soon, I stripped her down to just her underwear, laid her on the bed, and carefully examined her breasts. They weren't large, but they were well-shaped. Her skin wasn't fair, but her breasts were very white, and her nipples were quite large and erect. I pinched her nipples a few times and started kissing her breasts. I reached down with one hand, ready to take off her underwear. She obediently bent her legs, allowing me to strip her naked effortlessly.
She had large buttocks and sparse pubic hair. Her vulva was smooth, unlike the previous women whose labia majora often had pubic hair. Her labia minora appeared thicker, and the two dark brown labia had distinct folds. I parted her labia with my fingers and saw her clitoris, which was larger than the previous women. I gently rubbed her clitoris with my fingers, and she shuddered, making moaning sounds.
Because of her sexual experience, her sensitive body began to secrete vaginal fluid. I continued to touch her clitoris with one hand, while slowly inserting the middle finger of my other hand into her vagina. It was already very wet. I nimbly inserted my middle finger as deep as possible, then bent it to tease her vaginal walls, making her moan repeatedly. After doing this for a few minutes, I saw her vulva quickly rise upwards, as if trying to swallow my finger even deeper. I repeatedly thrust my lower body, and I had never seen such a tremor before.
I knew she had already orgasmed from my finger thrusting. Her vagina was overflowing with fluid from the orgasm. I pulled my finger out and smelled it; it had a slightly fishy smell, probably because we hadn't had time to shower. She still had her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.
Then, I asked her to touch my penis with her hand. Her soft little hand slowly stroked my already rock-hard penis. I lifted her head and placed my penis in front of her. She understood I wanted her to lick it, but she shook her head repeatedly, saying she couldn't and had never done it before. I was disappointed, so I told her she just needed to stick out her tongue and lick the glans. This time, she hesitated before grasping my penis and lowering her head. I saw her stick out her tongue and gently sweep it across the glans. I encouraged her to continue, telling her to open her mouth and take it in. She still hesitated, slowly opening her mouth. I immediately felt my penis enter an incredibly warm and wet place.
However, being her first time performing oral sex, she didn't know how to do it properly, just holding it in her mouth like that. I asked her to take it deeper, and she did. Then I asked her to lick it with her tongue, and she slowly learned, but she often bumped into her teeth. I knew this had to be done slowly, so I didn't continue. I put her down, spread her legs, and my penis entered her wet vagina smoothly. She must have had quite a bit of experience; her vagina wasn't very tight, and it was just the right size for me. There wasn't a strong feeling of tightness, but it felt very full. I started thrusting slowly and gradually faster. Her soft breasts swayed up and down and back and forth rhythmically with my movements, and she made indistinct moans. After a while, I let her ride on top of me, and I held her breasts in my hands. Her movements became more and more intense, moving up and down... The rhythm of her thrusts was fast, her plump buttocks slapping against my balls, making a slapping sound. Sometimes I could feel the pleasure of her sitting down heavily and then lifting up high. Each time, I penetrated to the deepest point. Then I had her lie face down, and I entered her from behind. While thrusting vigorously, I used my fingers to touch her anus with her constantly flowing vaginal fluid, even inserting half of a finger into her anus. Perhaps the stimulation from two holes was too much for her to bear, and she immediately had another orgasm. Her whole body was almost limp in front of my penis, supporting her weight only with her elbows, which raised her buttocks even higher. I thrust in and out while half-standing, reaching her G-spot each time, squeezing and deforming the flesh of her buttocks each time. Finally, I ejaculated deep into her vagina. (When I find a decent woman, I usually ask about her menstrual cycle, and I try not to use a condom if possible. Sometimes when I'm impulsive and ejaculate inside, I make her take a pill, so nothing ever happens.) F said she likes my thoughtfulness the most, and it's true. I'm very attentive to every woman I sleep with. I never just force myself to satisfy my own sexual desires. I always try my best to make them feel comfortable first, since women's orgasms come slowly and require a lot of foreplay.
F's oral skills were honed through my repeated training. Later, when I visited her at her cosmetics store in Urumqi, we had passionate encounters several times in the store's restroom. I remember one time I was sitting on the sink in the restroom, and she bent down to suck my penis, swirling her nimble tongue around the head of my penis, occasionally spitting it out, and then kissing the shaft with her lips and tongue, like eating ice cream. Then she licked down to my testicles, holding them in her saliva-covered mouth and teasing them with the tip of her tongue, then switching to the other side, repeating this process. After swallowing and spitting, she licked down to the perineum below my testicles, licking the pubic hair until it was wet and tangled into strands, which was quite amusing.
My hands weren't idle either. I slipped them inside her clothes, into her bra, and kneaded her full, firm breasts, flicking her swollen nipples with my fingers. As she began to breathe heavily with excitement, I thrust in, lifting her skirt and pulling down her panties. My glans plunged into her already overflowing pussy. Her buttocks were so fleshy; fucking her from behind, I could feel the soft caresses of her pubic hair and testicles against her skin. With each thrust, I could see the flesh on her buttocks being squeezed and deformed, then springing back to its original shape, like the undulations of waves, only faster.
I rolled up her clothes, cupping her breasts in my hands, making them the leverage point for my thrusts. In the mirror above the sink, I could see her closed eyes and long, trembling eyelashes. Although she wasn't particularly beautiful, even plain-looking, her expression of ecstasy and flushed face, lost in the pleasure of being fucked, were incredibly alluring.
Her mouth was half-open, emitting hazy moans. Because of the cramped space in the bathroom, this was the only position she could maintain. After a few minutes, I felt the tingling sensation of impending ejaculation on my glans and thrust even more violently. I squeezed her breasts harder, and her body swayed more violently with each thrust. Her cries grew louder. After dozens of vigorous thrusts, I ejaculated all my thick semen into her cunt. A few moments later, I withdrew my
limp penis. She was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, not yet savoring it. She closed her eyes and leaned against the sink, her long hair hanging down her neck. Her legs seemed weak and about to curl up, and thick white fluid was slowly seeping from her cunt from her inner thighs. The dark brown labia and the white fluid were a striking contrast, bearing witness to the fierce battle that had just taken place.
I helped her up, wiped away the white discharge with a tissue, added some padding, and helped her put on her underwear and bra. She clung tightly to me, her little mouth still breathing heavily. I asked her if she enjoyed it, and she nodded gently, saying, "You're almost killing me." Later, she sold the shop and went to the mainland, never contacting me again. She was another unforgettable passerby in my life.

2007 was a rather chaotic year in my life. My heart became wilder, and I grew bolder. More girls started to approach me. They actually had a strong liking for teachers, and the girls in vocational colleges like ours were generally playful and had poor grades, getting in with low scores. Many of them hadn't done their jobs properly in high school, so rumors of students and teachers having affairs often circulated. Everyone was used to it; some students even worked part-time or as prostitutes.
There's a cute girl named G in my class. She's not very tall, only about 158cm, with a round face. She's not particularly beautiful, but she has sweet dimples when she smiles. Because she's a little chubby, she looks a bit plump. Every time she sees me, she smiles shyly. I also have a slight crush on her. One time, she called me and asked me to help her download a few songs. I was watching TV at home and didn't want to go to the office, so I asked her to come to my place to download them. My place isn't far from the student dormitory, and she arrived in no time. Because it was winter, it was freezing cold, and she was wearing a red down jacket. After she came in, she said that the house was really warm, much better than the dormitory. I smiled and asked her to take off her jacket and hang it up. Underneath, she was wearing a pink sweater, and her pair of full, firm breasts stood out in a perfect shape. I asked her to download them herself at the computer, but she probably wasn't very familiar with computers, so I had to help her.
I leaned down and placed my hand on her small hand that was resting on the mouse. She seemed to want to pull it back, but she didn't move. I felt the warmth from her chubby little hand, and my breath touched her face, making her cheeks turn red. Slowly, I placed my other hand on her waist, and she didn't resist. She had a youthful plumpness, and I felt my breathing quicken. After all, this girl was usually very well-behaved.
However, if she didn't like me, she probably wouldn't have come to my house. Thinking this, I boldly and slowly reached my hand up to touch her face, which was almost touching hers. She was probably nervous and didn't know what to do. Her hand, which I was holding, was trembling slightly. I gently kissed her cheek, let go of her hand, and placed my hands on her chest. She let out a soft sound, as if she wanted to avoid my embrace, but she had almost no strength to resist.
I held her close, my lips searching for hers, finally kissing hers. She began to pant, and I parted her lips with my tongue. Perhaps she was aroused too, for she slowly opened her mouth to receive my tongue. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, swirling it around, occasionally touching the tip of her tongue. After a few times, she learned to kiss me back with her tongue. Our kiss grew more and more intense. I picked her up and placed her on the small bed next to the computer, pressing her beneath me. I slipped my hands inside her sweater; she was only wearing a bra underneath. Under my kisses, she didn't resist. My hands finally touched her breasts. Her breasts were full and plump; the feeling of grasping them was wonderful. My hands explored her nipples, feeling that they were small, like tiny soybeans, but already hard.
I rolled up her sweater and unhooked her bra, revealing a pair of large, bouncy breasts that looked like two lively little white rabbits. They were perfectly symmetrical, with incredibly white flesh and pink nipples, making my blood boil. I immediately kissed these exquisite breasts, my tongue swirling around her nipples. It was probably the first time her breasts had been exposed to a man; she shyly covered her eyes, her ostrich-like behavior incredibly adorable.
I continued to kiss her tender, girlish breasts forcefully, and she moaned softly. I pressed my face against her breasts and nipples, feeling the warmth and smoothness on my skin. She could definitely feel my erect penis pressing against her thighs, and I could feel her trembling under my kisses. I judged she was still a virgin. When I reached down to undo her pants, she stubbornly refused to let me continue, saying, "No, no, I can't."
I had to stop, because I knew she wasn't ready for anything more. Looking back, I should have forced myself on her then, made it a fait accompli, and then I could have another lover. Maybe I wasn't as bold then as I am now. Since I couldn't make love to her, I continued kissing her breasts and occasionally her lips. She responded with equally passionate kisses. After a long while, amidst her panting, I stopped. I just held her and lay there. After a while, she got up and said she had to go back to her dorm. Seeing it was getting late, and since I couldn't let her stay the night, I had to let her go. Unfortunately, G never contacted me again. I called her a few times to ask her to go out, but she refused. I think it's because she couldn't accept me or was influenced by something else. But that intimate encounter is still a beautiful memory for me.

I usually teach eight classes a week, and my students generally enjoy them. My classes are often filled with laughter, perhaps because I'm not much older than them. I tell jokes that appeal to them, unlike some teachers who just read from the textbook, creating a dull and lifeless atmosphere.
My teaching style naturally livens things up. A girl named H once commented on QQ that my classes were great and wondered if I was always this humorous. I replied, "Of course! Classroom time is somewhat restrictive. I'm even more outgoing outside of class, and I enjoy the activities that people your age participate in."
After we got to know each other better, one Friday night I asked her out for karaoke. A few of my friends were also coming along, and she readily agreed. We first went for hot pot, and my buddies also had dates with girls. Then we went to karaoke. At the karaoke bar, H was surprised, saying I sang quite well. I smiled and kept drinking beer with her. This girl seemed to be a regular; her voice was really nice. While singing, we danced together, swaying freely to the disco music. I would occasionally put my arm around her waist, hold her hand, and even press my face against hers. A few times, I intentionally or unintentionally touched her chest, but she didn't seem to mind. We had a great time in the karaoke room, and before we knew it, it was quite late. We couldn't even get into her dorm room anymore. I suggested she stay at my place for the night (this later became a regular routine for us: we'd take girls out for dinner, karaoke, and drinks, then make an excuse about not being able to go back to the dorm and bring them back to our place to have sex). She thought about it and agreed. I was secretly pleased. We split up and took the girls home. The girls we brought were those we were close to, and we all had intentions of going further. We were all experienced in this. When we chatted, we exchanged experiences, all saying that student girls were much better than prostitutes, but it required more money (for dinner and karaoke). They were also cleaner, and usually didn't need condoms; we'd just buy them birth control pills the next day and everything would be fine.
Since they could go out, there would be opportunities to sleep with them. When I brought H back to my place, it was already past 3 a.m. She had drunk quite a bit, and as soon as she entered the room, she leaned against me, saying she was exhausted. I helped her lie down on the bed. She was tipsy, her eyelids drooping, and she just lay there with her eyes closed. I helped her take off her coat and jeans, leaving her only in her underwear.
I wasn't sure if she would resist if I continued undressing her, so I stopped and tried to kiss her. When our lips met, she gave a soft moan. I stuck out my tongue and licked her lips. She felt my passionate kiss, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. It was clear she was quite experienced with kissing. Later, she told me she had been in a relationship back in high school, and her first sexual experience was around graduation. Our kiss grew more intense, and saliva dripped from her lips onto her face.
I started to remove her bra and panties. She didn't resist, and soon she was naked beneath me. I turned my head to examine her body closely. Her skin was bronze, not the pale white I preferred. Her breasts weren't large, but they were round and firm, with dark brown nipples that blended well with her skin tone. I touched them; her breasts were just the right size to grasp, and they felt quite nice. This girl was rather thin, and her round belly button indicated she was a healthy woman.
Further down, thick pubic hair covered her entire vulva. I placed my hand on her mons pubis, and she shuddered, quickly grabbing my forearm with her small hand. However, the glistening vaginal fluid inside her labia showed that she had already been aroused during our kiss. I removed her hand, parted her labia majora with my fingers, and found her already erect clitoris. Although the clitoris wasn't protruding, I could feel its swelling.
Beneath her pubic hair, her labia were also dark brown, but not very black, suggesting she hadn't had intercourse frequently. Her vaginal opening was slightly open, constantly oozing vaginal fluid. Her small buttocks were pressed flat against the bed by her lying body, appearing very elastic. My fingers skillfully rubbed her clitoris with her vaginal fluid, while my mouth kissed her small, beautiful breasts, attacking her nipples with my tongue and probing her vagina with my fingers. This double attack made her gasp repeatedly.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders with passion, her eyes tightly closed, enjoying what I was giving her. Her vaginal flesh was very smooth, the layers of folds constantly rubbing against my fingers. My fingers went very deep. This short and thin girl's vagina was also relatively shallow. My fingers could touch her cervix. Every time I touched that place, she would shudder. After a few minutes, her body had a strong reaction. Her vagina and buttocks began to forcefully meet my fingers. Every time my fingers were withdrawn and inserted, a lot of vaginal fluid came out, flowing down her buttocks onto the bed.
She started panting as she searched for my penis. I quickly pulled down my pants; the head of my penis was already sticky. I felt her hand swiftly slip from my chest into my crotch, her warm fingers accurately grasping my penis, then squeezing it and pulling it forcefully towards her. I knew she was eager for me to penetrate her. I knelt between her legs, spreading them as wide as possible and placing her calves on my shoulders, thus elevating her vaginal opening and clearly displaying it before my eyes.
Her buttocks were suspended in the air, regaining their rounded shape. My penis approached her vagina, but I didn't rush to insert it. Instead, I rubbed the head of my penis against her clitoris, urethra, and vaginal opening. She twisted her body uncomfortably, trying to swallow my penis with her vagina. I stopped teasing her, aimed at her vagina, and thrust my hips. My penis entered an incredibly slippery world, tightly enveloped. This confirmed my judgment that she didn't have many sexual encounters.
Because of her short and narrow vagina, I could feel the head of my penis hitting her cervix after I fully inserted it. Then I started thrusting, gradually increasing the speed. Her breasts swayed with this rhythm, causing her nipples to trace beautiful arcs. Her legs, which were draped over me, also swayed up and down, her little feet even touching my back. After a few dozen thrusts, she was close to climaxing. I thrust harder, each time slamming heavily into her cervix. Her moans gradually grew from nothing to loud shouts, "Ah ah oh oh mmm," which greatly stimulated me. Suddenly, I felt her vagina tighten, and a stream of fluid was drawn out from where our genitals were joined. She had orgasmed. What an easily aroused and easily orgasmic girl! Even I, who wasn't very strong, could send her to the peak. This made me incredibly proud.
I turned her over so she was lying on her side, and I lay on my side behind her. I lifted her left leg with one hand and used the other to guide my penis into her from behind, starting a new round of thrusting. I squeezed her breasts hard from behind, using them as leverage to thrust my penis back and forth. She had just reached orgasm and started moaning again. After a few dozen thrusts, I put her in a doggy-style position with her buttocks raised. She was completely at my mercy. Her buttocks were perfectly round and raised high, and her vulva between her thighs was swallowing my penis. My body squeezed her round buttocks with each thrust, making a crisp slapping sound. Then I half-squatted, holding one breast in each hand and kneading them into various shapes. My penis thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina, accompanied by her moans and groans, as I poured all the thick semen I had accumulated over the past few days into her little pussy.
After ejaculating, I didn't rush to pull out my penis. I held her and lay her down on her side, letting my penis soak inside her vagina, which was filled with the warmth of her orgasm and the overflowing white fluid of her vaginal fluid and semen. My penis went completely soft and was pushed out by her tightly closed vaginal opening. After wiping my penis with a tissue, I saw that she seemed to have fallen asleep. So, by the light, I carefully parted her labia and looked inside. I even put my finger inside. Where my finger touched, it was like a swamp. I hooked my finger and brought out turbid white fluid. I must have ejaculated a lot. Anyway, I had to buy her medicine tomorrow, so I didn't wake her up to wash her genitals. I just held her and fell asleep.
The next morning, I was woken by her scream. She wasn't shocked because I had sex with her the night before, but because there was a large, sticky, slippery liquid flowing down her buttocks, and her pubic hair was matted and clumped with dried fluid. I chuckled and said, "You're so wet!" She playfully patted my equally naked body and said, "It's all because of you!" I asked her if she enjoyed it last night, but she smiled and didn't answer. She said she had to go back; she hadn't returned to her dorm last night, and her roommates were worried about what to do. I said it was okay, just say she went to a relative's house.
Before leaving, I told her to come back in the afternoon so I could buy her the birth control pills. She left without saying anything. In the afternoon, she called, saying she was coming to pick them up. I gave her water to take the pills, and then she left. To be honest, she was too thin and her skin wasn't fair, so I quickly lost interest. She also had a boyfriend and couldn't be found out, so she stopped contacting me. But later, we slept together again. That time, it was because she had argued with her boyfriend and said she wanted to spend the night with me. I wanted to have sex with her while she was sober, but it didn't have the same wonderful feeling as last time. She insisted that I wear a condom, saying that taking pills was bad for my health, so I had to do it. But that day, I had drunk alcohol at noon and was still dizzy, so my penis couldn't get fully erect. She tried to lick me for a long time, but it didn't work. I asked her to give me a blowjob, and maybe because she was eager to release, she used her not-so-skilled technique to lick my penis. Her skill was really mediocre, but it still aroused my limp penis. Although I didn't last long before ejaculating, her sensitive body and characteristics made it easy for me to reach orgasm. But I didn't feel very happy because I felt like I had become her tool. After we finished, she got dressed and left, and never contacted me again. But after all, she was a student, so the psychological enjoyment was still quite good, which makes me feel a certain satisfaction whenever I think of her.
This method of seducing girls worked repeatedly in the following years. Several girls had sex with me while half-drunk and half-awake; some only had sex once and never contacted me again, while others maintained long-term romantic relationships with me. Looking back now, I think I've gained quite a bit, after all, young female students are the dream of many.

Before the final exams this semester, a girl came to me asking for exam tutoring. I barely remembered her; she seemed to have missed a few classes. She said she had enrolled in a dance class and needed to ask for leave to go, and now that the exams were coming up, she was worried about failing.
I had long heard that some teachers at the school used exam tutoring or even leaking questions to girls to get close to them, even some older teachers. The atmosphere at this school is truly terrible. There are also rumors circulating among the students about teachers calling girls to their offices, and so on. Gradually, I often thought that I should also have some fun with girls if I had the chance. Since I didn't have any power, I had to resort to methods like exams.
I arrived at my office at the designated time. I showed her the exam questions, and she said she wanted to copy them down. I told her that was definitely not allowed; if the questions were leaked, I would be held responsible. I told her to look at the questions and memorize them on the spot. Since she hadn't studied much, she looked at them very attentively. I hesitated for a moment, then slowly put my hand on her shoulder. She stopped, glanced at me, but didn't say anything. I gestured for her to look at the questions quickly, and she asked if I could just show her the answers. I said, "How will you thank me then?" She didn't say anything for a while before finally saying, "Okay, you can tell me then." I said, "Come to my place later and keep me company. I'll show you the answers at home; that's safer." She thought for a moment and said okay.
I rushed home and waited for her. A moment later, she knocked and came in. Now bolder, I took her hand and sat her on the bed. She didn't resist, letting me caress her body. I felt her breasts through her clothes. She was about 165cm tall, her hair was clearly dyed, and she was fairly pretty, with good skin—fair with a pinkish tinge. Her eyes were large, but looked tired and listless.
I kissed her. She hesitated for a moment, then responded to my kiss, but clearly not with much passion. Her lips were dry. I thought to myself, "You're already mine. Whether you like it or not, today I'll make you submit to my cock."
As I kissed her, I glanced at her; she had her eyes closed and was making soft moaning sounds. Meanwhile, I started to undress her. Underneath the pink coat was a long-sleeved white shirt. Unbuttoning it revealed a pink bra with black lace trim. Taking off the bra, I noticed her breasts were quite small, barely perky, and the nipples were disproportionately large, like peanuts. Fortunately, her skin was nice.
I teased her nipples with my tongue and grasped her other breast; it was indeed too small, with little flesh. I was a little disappointed. I kissed her for a while; she was cooperative, but not particularly aroused. So I laid her down on the bed, removed her pants and underwear. The young girl's body was indeed very tender. She had very little pubic hair, only a few sparse, long, curly hairs on her mons pubis. Her labia were dark brown, with slightly blackened outer edges. Above her clean perineum was a tender vaginal opening, clearly a vagina that had been used and had likely been sexually active, though there was almost no lubrication.
I checked with my finger; it was still dry. It seemed the kisses earlier weren't consensual; she was just going through the motions. I didn't care anymore and quickly pulled down my pants. Seeing my eagerness to penetrate, she asked if I had a condom. I said yes, and took one from the drawer. I spread her legs; they were quite shapely, and her feet were smooth. I aimed my penis at her vagina and thrust it in. She…

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