The beautiful girl I met during tutoring

My whole family moved to this beautiful little town. It's a small town with a small population, so it feels very peaceful.

Excitingly, the factory allocated us an apartment. This brought a lot of novelty and excitement to me, as I had never been to a city before, temporarily easing my sadness about leaving.

Unfortunately, it was only a two-bedroom apartment, and my parents thought we were too young! They actually forced me to live with my sister, who is two years younger than me! Ugh, this forced my normal masturbation activities to go underground. Every time, I had to cover myself tightly with the blanket and be on high alert. What if that little girl found out and screamed? Where would I put my face then!

Because of this, I almost always stopped when I was about to climax, only ejaculating when I couldn't hold back anymore, because I was afraid of frequently going out to wash my hands and arousing my family's suspicion. Hehe, so, my stamina has greatly increased…

I transferred to the school affiliated with my parents' factory. The school was huge; there were nine classes in our third year of junior high alone, with nearly 500 students. With more people around, I met more classmates, and my social interactions increased significantly.

However, despite the many secret romances among students at school, I never developed any feelings for any girl. How could those young girls in my class compare to my friend, Afang?

Because I appeared more mature, and I always treated others with respect and politeness, I kept my distance from girls, which actually made me stand out.

Perhaps I gave the impression of being a gentleman, with a cool demeanor, which led many girls to express their affection for me. However, I always rejected their advances with various tactful reasons, avoiding any awkwardness, which only deepened their affection for me.

There was a very special girl in my class named Wenwen. She was very pretty, especially her cute, upturned nose. She also had a very well-proportioned figure and was a key member of the class's arts and culture group, talented in singing and dancing, and deeply loved by the teachers.

But it seemed many classmates kept their distance from her. Later, I heard some rumors from classmates that Wenwen often associated with delinquent youths. It was said she had slept with countless boys, which is why most students looked down on her. But it was also rumored she was a gang leader, so no one dared to mess with her.

So that's how it was. However, I didn't look down on her. I felt it was her own choice, her freedom. Therefore, I respected her. Sometimes when she came to ask me about schoolwork, I patiently answered her questions.

At that time, my studies improved dramatically; I even ranked in the top ten of the grade in the exam right after transferring schools. Therefore, many classmates would come to me with difficult problems, and I patiently answered them regardless of who they were. This earned me a lot of praise from my classmates.

After the New Year, it was almost the end of the semester, and according to the solar terms, it was the coldest time of winter. Everywhere outside was covered in thick snow, a vast expanse of white. When I stopped to rest after studying, I would often gaze at the white snow outside the window, and at that moment, I would always think, "My dear Wenwen, what are you doing?" Do you miss me?

This city is over 500 kilometers away from my hometown. Back then, transportation was very underdeveloped, and letters usually took half a month to arrive. My only contact with Afang was through letters, but we were afraid of the letters being unsafe and afraid that others would find out about our relationship, so we couldn't express our longing for each other in our letters. We could only briefly talk about our lives and exchange greetings. So writing letters couldn't relieve my longing at all.

The more this happened, the more I missed my Afang, and even masturbation every day couldn't solve my problem.

At this time, Wenwen unexpectedly entered my life. This is what happened: One day, in the corridor, Wenwen suddenly stopped me. She stammered and asked if I could tutor her at her house. I thought that since I was going home to face my mischievous younger sister, I might as well go to her house to study and have some peace and quiet. So I readily agreed, and I saw the undisguised joy in Wenwen's eyes.

Later, I learned that she came from a single-parent family, and her mother's only expectation for her was that she could get into high school. If she didn't get into high school, her mother would be very disappointed. Back then, only one-third of the students could pass the high school entrance exam; those who failed had to work in factories. She also hoped to go to university and have a bright future. After

school that afternoon, I asked her to walk with me. On the way to her house, she was like a little child, skipping and jumping, her lovely face full of joy.

Wenwen's home was simply furnished, but stepping into her bedroom was a pleasant surprise. The whole room was decorated in light pink tones. Girl's favorite decorations were hanging everywhere, and dolls and other toys were scattered around.

For a child like me who grew up in the countryside, whose toys were mostly stones and sticks (like cavemen?), I had never seen so many fancy toys before. It was truly an eye-opener.

Every corner of the room clearly indicated that it was the bedroom of a cute little girl.

Then I saw two strange things next to the pillow. Hehe, guess what they were…
two milky-white semicircles connected together, with some loose ribbons…

I'd never seen anything like them before, so my eyes were glued to them. Wenwen saw them and immediately shoved them into the closet, her pretty face turning bright red. Seeing her reaction, I swallowed the question that was on the tip of my tongue. Anyway, I couldn't just ask.

Then we started tutoring each other until almost dinnertime before I went home.

For a while after that, I went to her house every day to tutor her. Her mother was sometimes happy to see me at home. Because at the parent-teacher conference, the teacher's special praise made me the darling of my classmates' parents.

And so, the final exams ended. Wenwen actually went from over 300th place to the top 50, and I even got 4th place! When the results were announced, Wenwen excitedly pounced on me, almost biting me!

The holidays arrived, and everyone was happy because the New Year was coming. But I couldn't be happy at all; I missed my Afang so much! However, she wrote to say she would go home to spend the New Year with her parents, which gave me some comfort. At least during this time of family reunion, my Afang wasn't all alone.

Only two days into the holiday, Wenwen suddenly came to my house, saying her mother invited me to dinner to thank me properly.

At the dinner table, I was a little nervous because both mother and daughter were smiling at me, making me sweat profusely!

Her mother even asked me to continue tutoring Wenwen, saying many grateful things, her eyes glistening with tears several times, which made me feel incredibly flattered. Actually, I didn't feel like I had done anything special, because the tutoring time was very short; I spent most of my time at their house studying on my own.

Wenwen's good grades were mainly due to her own motivation to study.

The next day, I slept in late, ate some breakfast, grabbed my textbooks, and went to Wenwen's house.
I knocked on the door, and surprisingly, Wenwen, wearing a nightgown and still sleepy, opened it.

I was puzzled and asked her what was wrong, why she was sleeping so late, especially since I'm usually a big sleeper. Wenwen mumbled that she was fine, but I asked her with concern if she was sick.

She just shook her head. I was still worried, so I reached out and touched her forehead to check if she had a fever.
But suddenly, she grabbed my hand, her eyes instantly reddening, and she threw herself into my arms!

It all happened so suddenly; I was completely caught off guard, but I couldn't bear to reject her like that.
I gently stroked her hair and asked her what was wrong. She said, "Don't ask."

After saying that, she kissed me. My mind went blank; I couldn't care less about anything else. My longing for Sister Fang had fueled my pent-up desire, so Wenwen's stimulation made me uncontrollably want to release it.

I greedily savored her fragrant tongue, my hands restlessly kneading her breasts. They were small and delicate, like two little steamed buns, elastic and incredibly soft to the touch.

I didn't care about anything else anymore. I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom, laying her down on the bed. She sat up and frantically started undressing me, and soon I was completely naked.

She also took off her nightgown, revealing a very cute pair of panties underneath. The milky-white panties had delicate lace trim; it was the first time I'd ever seen panties like that (the styles in our rural area are quite rustic). My penis was about to explode!

I quickly pulled down her panties, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic hair and long, snow-white thighs. I couldn't wait to pounce on her.

But I'm no fool. The first thing I did was kiss her breasts. Her nipples were deep red and erect. I teased them with my lips and tongue, gently biting them with my teeth, as if slicing them. With each bite, Wenwen trembled. After slicing the left, I moved to the right, and Wenwen began to moan softly.

After the foreplay, I skillfully guided my penis to the entrance of her vagina. Wow, so slippery! The long-lost feeling excited me. I couldn't wait and thrust my hips in, penetrating Wenwen's sacred place. Wow, the long-lost warmth and slipperiness made me unleash a torrent of thrusts.

I didn't care about the frequency, just relentlessly pumping.

"Ah... um..."

Wenwen cried out repeatedly from my intense stimulation, her moans rising and falling.

Finally, she begged me to stop. As soon as I stopped, I felt her intense orgasm, accompanied by the trembling of her whole body.

Of course, I wouldn't let her go. Ignoring her protests, I continued my frenzied exploration. I thrust harder and harder, Wenwen's body tensed, her legs gripping my hips tightly. She tried to stop my advance, but it was futile. I just kept thrusting and thrusting.

I felt Wenwen's nails digging deep into my back; she suddenly bit my shoulder, a sharp pain shooting through me. But I remained unmoved, still thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…

Finally, after countless orgasms, she collapsed, and I ejaculated without restraint.

I lay down beside her, and she reached out and hooked her arms around my neck, resting her head on my chest.

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