The first chaotic moment on campus

Back in 1996, I was in Class A, and I was the vice class monitor. I loved playing basketball and badminton, and before evening self-study, I would play a game of badminton with my classmates in front of the teaching building, attracting a large crowd of onlookers. She was the class monitor of Class C, of medium height, slightly chubby, and had a pleasant fragrance. I don't remember how we met or how we became so close, but we were always good friends. Our classrooms were both on the fourth floor, and she would pass by my classroom every time she went to class, always giving me a big smile. At that time, my heart was smitten. On

the afternoon of April 30th, after school, all the other students went home. Because I lived relatively close, I played a game of basketball with some classmates on the playground. After a quick rinse at the tap, I stayed in the classroom wearing my basketball jersey and shorts to read and do my homework. After a while, I felt like someone was behind me. I turned around and saw her sitting silently watching me from the back row of seats. I smiled at her, and for some reason, I felt very nervous, with a strange impulse. Something felt like it was about to happen.

She walked towards me under my gaze. Because the weather was just starting to warm up, she was wearing a lake-blue long dress and a light yellow short-sleeved top. Her long ponytail carried a slight early summer breeze through the empty classroom as she walked towards me.

It felt like a long time, yet also like a fleeting moment. She reached my desk, sat down next to me, and asked a series of random questions, but we both seemed distracted, even giving irrelevant answers. I kept replaying the path she had walked in my mind…

It was getting dark, and in the twilight, the fine down on her face and her rounded lips looked particularly clear and lovely. I couldn't resist hugging her tightly and kissing her lips. She didn't resist, even teasing me with her tongue. We breathed heavily, holding each other tightly, and she slowly leaned back against the desk. I continued to press down on her, kissing her incessantly… At that moment, I involuntarily slipped my hand inside her skirt, trembling as I touched the center of her panties. Her legs clamped together suddenly, then released, and my hand instantly slipped inside her underwear. Oh my god

, this was the first time I'd ever touched a woman's vagina! A surge of intense excitement and desire made my whole body tremble. My hand felt like it was touching a small patch of tender grass, with a small protrusion below it, and further down, a moist, soft flesh. My fingers could clearly feel a small slit in the middle of that moist, soft flesh. I tried to hook my finger in, but she suddenly clamped her legs tightly together, immobilizing my hand. She pushed me upwards with both hands, her fingers gripping my shoulders forcefully, her eyes closed, her breathing rapid…

I tried to pull my hand out, but couldn't. I felt like my penis was about to explode, painfully hard, but I didn't dare make any movement. I just let her legs clamp my hand, remaining motionless.

A little while later, the sounds of children chasing and playing on the playground downstairs, along with the distant whistles of factory engines, drifted over. She opened her legs, and I pulled my hand away, putting my arm around her waist, letting her lean gently against me, gazing out the window at the distant scenery: the setting sun, and wispy clouds drifting slowly by...

The scent of pine pollen from the hillside beside the teaching building mingled with the wind in the classroom. Everything that had just happened felt like a dream, both real and fantastical. I looked down and saw fine beads of sweat on her forehead; through the neckline of her short-sleeved shirt, I could see her round breasts and the cleavage between them... I moved my hand away from that damp area, slipping it inside her neckline and touching her left breast. She didn't resist, only tilting her head back, her breathing right next to my ear. I pulled my hand away and quickly unbuttoned a few buttons on her short-sleeved shirt, pushing her light pink camisole up to her breasts. Two small, red nipples bounced out, so beautifully round, so perfectly round, I could only grasp most of them in one hand. The nipples had a faint pinkish hue, the small tips standing firmly erect. Her breathing quickened, and her breasts began to rise and fall. I suckled on one nipple, pinching the other with my other hand. There was a faint salty taste on her nipple—was it from the sweat earlier? That feeling was so real and so distant!

While sucking, I pulled off her short-sleeved shirt and camisole. Now, she was shirtless, her arms wrapped around my head. As I suckled, she began to make unconscious sounds, leaning against the desk behind her. I looked up, my arms around her back, looking at her rosy face, slightly upturned lips, and heaving chest. Suddenly, I had an urge: I want to fuck her! At that moment, those were the only four words I could think of: I want to fuck her! First published on a sex forum.

I let go of her, swept all the books and stationery off the desk, then put my arm around her waist and placed her on the desk. She covered her breasts with one hand, gripped her skirt waist with the other, draped her legs over the edge of the desk, turned her head to one side, and closed her eyes tightly. Did she know what was about to happen?

I lifted her long skirt, revealing a few strands of black hair in her white panties, with faint wet patches at the bottom. I half-lay on top of her, pulling the skirt down to her buttocks and then pulling her panties down to her knees. Her legs seemed to squeeze together slightly, or perhaps not. At that moment, her vulva was completely exposed before my eyes.

...Almost 20 years have passed, and I still remember her underwear was white and semi-transparent. Almost 20 years have passed, and I still remember what her vulva looked like...

Her vulva was pink, a small slit with a tiny, perky protrusion at the top. On that protrusion, there were clearly visible, slightly yellowish, soft hairs, growing in clusters towards the extension of the slit and the protrusion. This was the first time they had been revealed to me.

Recalling the wetness I had just touched, my right hand instinctively reached for that small protrusion. The moment I touched it, she let out a quick, urgent "hmm," and placed her hands on my fingers. Pushing her hands away, I suddenly did something I would do every time we made love afterward: I sucked on that cute protrusion with my lips, sucking hard...

At that moment, I was truly using both my hands and mouth, sucking on her clitoris while rubbing her vulva with my fingers, feeling it getting wetter and wetter. I pulled down my basketball shorts, and my penis was already erect as a sword!

I frantically pounced on her, guiding my penis with my left hand towards her little slit. Once, it slipped open; once, it slipped open again. Impatient, I switched to my right hand, head down, staring at my penis as I frantically searched for an opening. Countless fantasies and scenes from books flashed through my mind: below that little slit lay the legendary vagina; with my hard penis, I could begin fucking!

Once, twice, three times—I lost count of how many failed thrusts I made. I changed positions, once, twice, three times…

With my penis's arrhythmic thrusts, her little slit seemed to open. My fingers, acting as a guide, could reach the opening, but my penis still couldn't penetrate. Her hands, no longer concealing her private parts, rested on my buttocks, pulling me forward. I, however, frantically searched for that vaginal opening…

Was it at some point? At some moment? At the instant two planets collided? I felt my penis slip, or get stuck, or maybe it was sucked in? I felt the head of my penis, along with the whole thing, plunge into a tightly closed crevice. What did it feel like inside? Was it squeezing? Or caressing? Or biting me?

She stiffened, then gasped loudly. At the moment of penetration, I ejaculated into a woman's vagina for the first time…

I was completely powerless, just lying there on top of her. Her hands were still pressing down on my buttocks, her round breasts pressed against my chest. I could clearly feel her nipples against my chest, trembling with her rapid breathing…

I don't know how long I lay there. Was it a moment, or ten years? I felt my penis slide out of that opening, and her breathing seemed to even out. I rolled over and stood up, looking at the cunt I had just thrust into:

It had turned a deep red, her pubic hair was disheveled from the impact, and there were still strands of clear liquid clinging to it. The slit was open, the two small lips parted, and the vagina was still a small, round opening, rhythmically contracting. My first ejaculation of milky white semen was now on her vaginal opening, a trace of it dripping from the opening… Was it because I ejaculated too quickly? There were small clumps of semen glistening on the desk…

She looked at me, I looked at her, I was incredibly flustered, but she remained relatively calm. She rummaged through my desk drawer and pulled out some tissues, handing them to me. Guided by her, I wiped away the various liquids from her vagina, the sides of her slit, and her pubic hair, but… there was no red stain on the tissues, the legendary first time?

I was a little frustrated, a little disappointed… but desire led me to repeatedly hinder her from getting dressed, to touch, to pick, to pinch. I touched her breasts, her buttocks, her freshly dried vulva, and the clitoris I had just discovered; I teased the edge of her clitoris and the little opening of her vagina that I had just found…

That day, she stopped my urge to thrust again, whispering to me that I could have her anytime, but this time, I really didn't want to. That day, I lost my virginity. That day, I learned so much. After that day, every evening after self-study, we would find a secluded spot in the mountains near her house, cooperating to seek the pleasure of intercourse, until I left that school…

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