Licking B

She's 1.58 meters tall, with long, straight, jet-black hair and bright, sparkling
eyes beneath long eyelashes. It's hard to describe her delicate features. Everyone who's seen her says she looks a lot like Yang Zhenzhen from the TV series "Summer's Desire." She's the girlfriend I've been pursuing for three years.

We met through a blind date in April. She was wearing a
black trench coat; her petite figure and slender waist accentuated her slightly full breasts perfectly.
She wore tight leggings, giving her a very shapely silhouette. She was so pure, like a budding flower, even though she was already 22 years old that year. By the way, her name is Li Yan, and I call her Yanzi.

I'm only a year older than Yanzi, and I was deeply attracted to her the first day I met her. This was the girl I wanted. I secretly vowed to win her over. What a sight it would be to see such a pure girl, naked, lying beneath me moaning! A wicked thought flashed through my mind.
Next came the dating. Since the focus here is on sex, I won't go into detail about the process. Just one thing: this girl didn't like me. But I'm not one to give up easily. Because her family was very supportive of our relationship, I still had a chance.

A few days after we met, I successfully held her hand. Her hand felt so soft. Later, I often invited her to my house. If she didn't come, I would pester her until she did. When we were alone, I would lift her onto my lap. I could feel her soft, bouncy buttocks. I tentatively stroked her thighs, which were clad in stockings. She didn't object, continuing to talk casually. My hand moved towards the inside of her thighs, then gently touched the groin, trying to explore her private parts. She stopped me with her hand. Since we'd only known each other for a few days, I felt it wouldn't be right to force myself, so I suppressed my desire.

A month later, one night at my house, I was stroking her thigh as usual.
It had been a month, and all I could do was stroke her thigh, maybe kiss her a little. Each time, I felt a burning desire, my penis as hard as iron. Finally, that night, I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed her onto the bed and forced my hand inside her panties. I finally touched her private parts, and I was about to use my fingers to part her labia and slowly tease her.

But I was stunned by her sharp eyes. I cared about her too much. I was worried that if I forced myself on her, she would break up with me. I let her go. She seemed angry too. That night ended somewhat unhappily. The next day, I nervously called her, but she wasn't angry at all, acting as if nothing had happened. And so, we continued our lukewarm relationship.

Three months later, I went to her house. It was summer then, and she was wearing a pink bodycon dress and gray stockings. Just a few glances at her made me incredibly hard. There was a small hill behind her house, and she smiled and said she wanted me to carry her up it. Without hesitation, I carried her on my back. Her breasts pressed against my back, and I wanted to feel them with my own, but I couldn't. Perhaps the hill was too steep, and carrying her was too tiring.

By the time we reached the top, it was already evening, and the sky was getting dark. I was already horny, but had nowhere to release my desire. I found a rock to sit on and let her sit on my lap. As usual, we chatted happily. As we talked, my hand moved to her thigh, gently stroking the inside of her thigh. After a few minutes, I started touching her private parts through her underwear. She acted as if nothing had happened and continued chatting with me.

My heart was racing, and suddenly I slipped my hand inside her underwear. This time, she didn't resist fiercely, but her expression became tense. My fingers gently parted her labia, and I realized she was already soaking wet. I moistened my fingers with her vaginal lubrication and started searching for her clitoris. Having had two girlfriends before, I wasn't lacking in sexual experience. I quickly found her clitoris, which was already erect. Using the lubrication on my fingers as lubricant, I began to tease it. She grabbed my wrist, telling me to stop. But I ignored her and continued. I felt her

whole body go limp from my ministrations. Suddenly, I wanted to pull down her panties. But we were sitting on the side of the mountain path; if someone walked by, it would be disastrous. She firmly stopped me from doing so. Then I saw a small grove of trees ahead. I said, "Let's go in there." She was completely limp from my ministrations and had no other choice; I went wherever I said. One hand remained on her genitals.

The other gently supported her as we walked into the grove. I made her stand up, then I forcefully pulled down her panties. Only then did I see that she was wearing a small blue pair of panties. In the dim evening light, I could see her vulva; her labia weren't very long, with a faint black tinge at the edges. Parting the labia minora, the inside was pink, and the vaginal opening was tightly closed—she seemed to be a virgin. Her vaginal fluid was already flowing down to her anus.

I started playing with her clitoris again. She lost her balance, and I tried to insert my finger into her vagina, but she stopped me as soon as it went in a little. Then, as if waking up, she desperately shook me off and pulled her panties back up. I knew this was the only way. Luckily, I was staying at her house tonight. Hmph, I'll deal with you later!

That evening, after dinner at my mother-in-law's house, the family watched TV for a while. Finally, it was bedtime.
Her family lived in an apartment building; her parents slept on the ground floor, and there were two bedrooms upstairs. Upstairs, before I even turned on the light, I pushed her onto the bed and quickly stripped her naked. I put my head between her legs, wanting to admire her vulva a little longer, but since the light was off, I couldn't see anything.

Just then, I was drawn to the smell of her vulva. There was no unpleasant odor, only an alluring, indescribable fragrance. What was that smell? I really wanted to taste it, but I had never performed oral sex on a woman before, and I had a slight aversion to licking vaginas. But now I couldn't care less; I couldn't help myself and stuck my tongue in. First, I sucked on her labia with my tongue, then I used the tip of my tongue to pry them open and lick her vaginal opening. She had a lot of vaginal fluid, with a very faint salty taste, and I couldn't resist. My tongue began to lick her clitoris, and she started moaning, "Mmm...mmm...

mmm..." After a while, my tongue got a little sore, so I poked my head out from between her legs. She didn't move, appearing completely at my mercy. I thought to myself, "I'll definitely get her tonight," so I didn't panic and continued to tease her. I started kissing her, and she enthusiastically put her tongue in my mouth. After kissing for a while, I started licking her vulva. She couldn't take it anymore, and her buttocks began to sway with my rhythm. I forcefully thrust my tongue into her vagina, pumping in and out. Her juices flowed into my mouth along with my tongue.

I couldn't take it anymore either. I took out my penis, ready to take the final step and penetrate her! But before the head of my penis was even fully inside, she resisted desperately. She said that was it, and if I forced myself on her, she would call her parents. Seeing her resolute attitude, I suppressed my lust once again and stopped penetrating her. I started licking her vulva again, and this time I got so engrossed in it that I actually ejaculated. It's unbelievable! Is this premature ejaculation? It shouldn't be, I'm a very healthy man with strong sexual ability. But I really did ejaculate. I ejaculated without penetration. I can only marvel at the indescribable magic of her vulva; I wonder what it will feel like to penetrate her someday. That night, we didn't sleep together; to be precise, she kicked me out of the room.

After that, I often gave her oral sex, sometimes at her house, sometimes at my house, and sometimes in her dormitory at work. Each time, she would moan softly from my licking, and I knew she enjoyed it. But every time I tried to penetrate her, she would resist strongly. So, I licked her vagina for over a year, but never penetrated her.

Until the day she broke up with me. That day, her family had just slaughtered a pig for the New Year. With an incredibly heavy heart, I went to her house under the pretext of seeing her one last time. Because of her parents' pleas, I didn't go home that night and stayed at her house. That night, I thought I would never have another chance to lick her vagina. Although I felt resentful that I had pursued her for over a year without success, it was too late to change anything.
I went upstairs to bed early, thinking about all the effort I had put into pursuing her over the past year, the wonderful feeling of licking her vagina
, and the fact that we were really going our separate ways. I felt so sad. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Just then, I heard footsteps in the hallway. Could it be her? My heart pounded. The door opened abruptly, and she went straight to the wardrobe.

She said, "You're not asleep yet? I came in to get some clothes to take a shower." How could I let this opportunity slip by?
Perhaps after tonight, I would never have another chance. I jumped off the bed, pushed her onto it, and ignoring her strong resistance, stripped her naked. I skillfully put my head between her legs, from her vaginal opening to her clitoris, my tongue swirling wildly. It was still that taste, the taste I couldn't resist.

Under my teasing, she moaned... "Ah..." I couldn't take it anymore. I aimed my penis at her vaginal opening, and again I encountered strong resistance. But this time I couldn't care less; this was my last chance. I held her hands down and thrust forward violently. I didn't penetrate her. She screamed, "It hurts!" So she really was a virgin. She tried desperately to break free. I thought to myself, this won't do; it's too exhausting.
I flipped her over, making her lie face down on the bed so her hands couldn't push me away. I only needed to use a little force to hold her buttocks down, and she couldn't move. I started to penetrate her from behind. This time, I didn't rush it, but took it one thrust at a time. When I encountered resistance, I didn't force it, but gently thrust in and out, slowly advancing. She seemed to be getting pleasure from this rhythm and started moaning. The resistance inside her vagina gradually decreased, and after about twenty thrusts, my penis was finally fully inside. At this point, she said it hurt and told me not to move. I also felt a pang of tenderness, and my penis paused inside for about half a minute before gently thrusting in and out again. "Yan... I feel so good...

I really love you so much... Ah..." I felt a surge of heat gushing out, and I finally got her. After licking her vagina for over a year, I finally experienced penetration.

We did it twice that night, and she cried. But because of what happened that night, she didn't break up with me.
Later, we often did 69; I couldn't help it, I loved the taste of her vagina so much. After my training,
her oral sex skills improved significantly, and her libido grew stronger. In bed, she went from passive to active; woman-on-top and the lotus position were her favorite. Sometimes, when she was menstruating, she would give me oral sex, and then, without telling her, I would suddenly ejaculate into her mouth. Watching her suck my semen, searching for a place to spit it out, I felt incredibly satisfied. I believe that with a little more guidance and encouragement, she will definitely swallow my semen. Yes, I have completely conquered her in bed!

[The End]

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