A college girl's sexual memories

A College Girl's Sexual Memories

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Actually, this has always been a secret in my heart, and I have never told anyone because I feel it is my shame. Today, I am writing down my story with that man, both to vent and to commemorate my long-gone youth...

I. My First Time Having Sex

In 2002, I was 17 years old and in my second year of high school. That year, I learned to use the internet and quickly became addicted, often skipping classes to go to internet cafes. Sometimes I would also meet some online friends, mostly teenage boys around our age. One day, I met an online friend from the same city. We chatted a few times and felt it was pretty good, so we agreed to meet.

The first time we met, I thought he was quite handsome, in his early twenties. He said he was a student at some vocational school (I later found out he was just a small-time hoodlum). I had a good impression of him and went out to eat with him a couple of times. He even taught me how to ice skate and ride a bicycle. In my heart, he was just a good friend, nothing more.

That day was a weekend, and he asked me to go out, so we went hiking. He was with three friends, and then it suddenly started raining in the evening. He said a friend of his rented a place nearby and asked me to come with him to take shelter from the rain.

So I went. At first, the four of them played cards together, while I watched TV alone. The rain got heavier and heavier, and then he said, "It's raining so hard, why don't you go back? You can sleep inside while we play cards outside."

I wanted to go back, but the rain was too heavy, and I wasn't familiar with the area. After hesitating for a long time, I decided to sleep there and locked the door.

In the middle of the night, he knocked on the door and said it was cold outside and he wanted to come in to get a coat. I had no choice but to let him in. But when he came in, he closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed, saying it was so cold outside and he wanted to come to the bed to warm up. I couldn't resist his coaxing and finally let him get on the bed. As soon as he got on, he hugged me tightly, saying it would be warmer that way.

I couldn't resist, so I had to let him hug me. Then he said he liked me and wanted to date me.

I'm 17 years old and have never been in a relationship, never even held a boy's hand. His words made my head spin. When he asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend, I nodded.

Then his hands reached inside my clothes. I said no, but he said that's how relationships are, that it feels good, and that he'd teach me slowly.

He took off my clothes piece by piece, his hands kneading my breasts and playing with my nipples. I felt ashamed, but also a strange, unprecedented pleasure. I started moaning…

When I realized my underwear was gone, I instinctively clamped my legs together. I knew what that meant. I was terrified. No matter how he coaxed me, I wouldn't open my legs.

Then he said, "Let him touch me, just a touch." I believed him and slowly opened my legs. But he forcefully spread my legs apart, then thrust forward, and something hard entered me.

"Ah…" I screamed. The tearing pain made me cry. I knew he had taken me.

Overwhelmed with shame, I cried and screamed, pushing and hitting him... but it was no use. He was like a beast, relentlessly thrusting into my body. I begged him to stop, crying.

He told me not to scream, that people outside could hear. I dared not scream anymore, letting him vent his desires on me. Finally, he got off me. I felt a burning pain in my lower body, my legs unable to close as if they wouldn't obey him.

He grinned lewdly and said, "That was fucking amazing!" He asked me, "How was it? Was it good?"

I silently wept, ignoring him.

He got angry, grabbing my breast with one hand and kneading it hard, saying, "Was it good?" I couldn't take it anymore and had to say "Yes." He told me to speak louder, so I raised my voice and said "Yes," tears streaming down my face. He smiled with satisfaction.

II. My First Oral Sex

After that, I didn't go online for a long time. I was terrified of my teachers and classmates finding out, and I was also afraid of my family finding out.

At the time, I was just thinking, "What am I going to do? I'll be so ashamed to face anyone!" I didn't even think about the possibility of pregnancy. Luckily, neither of us ever got pregnant.

Another weekend arrived, and I was waiting for my classmate at the school gate. I saw someone walking towards me in the distance, and it looked a bit like him. I quickly walked into the school, but he had already seen me and called my name loudly.

I had no choice but to turn around and watch him approach. I said, "What do you want?"

He said, "Nothing, just wanted to hang out."

I said, "I'm busy."

He said, "You promised to be my girlfriend, have you forgotten?"

I tensed up and said, "Don't talk nonsense, who promised?"

He laughed and said, "Look, this is right in front of your school. What will your teachers do if they find out you're dating?"

I thought his smile was very sly. Looking at the students coming and going, some even greeting me, I looked at him, steeled myself, and said, "Where are we going?"

He said, "Just follow me."

It was the same place as last time, but this time there was no one there.

He opened the door, pushed me inside, and said, "Today, I want you to have some fun with me."

I kept backing away until I had nowhere left to go, and I said, "Please, let me go!"

He pounced on me and said, "You'll be begging me to fuck you in a bit." It was the first time I'd heard such words, and my face flushed instantly.

He pushed me down onto the bed, and quickly stripped me naked. I wasn't used to exposing my body in the light, so I pulled the blanket over myself. But he yanked the blanket off, leaving me completely naked and exposed before him.

He quickly took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed. I had nowhere to hide, so I closed my eyes. I felt his hands roaming all over my body, and when his hand touched my breasts, I couldn't help but moan.

He asked me, "Is it good?" I nodded. He said, "Call me husband!"

I softly called out, "Husband."

Then, he taught me to say things like, "Honey, I feel so good!", "Honey, I want it!", "Honey, please, fuck me!"...

I said whatever he taught me.

He said, "That's right, that's how you behave, that's how you act as my little slut!"

When he entered me, I still felt pain, but not as much as last time.

However, soon I felt pleasure, and with each thrust, I moaned.

He ejaculated quickly.

Perhaps he had enjoyed himself enough, because after he finished, he wouldn't let me go. He grabbed my breasts with both hands, pinched and rubbed my nipples, and finally sucked on them, sucking on the left and then the right.

I had never experienced anything like this before, and I kept moaning and writhing.

Later, he suddenly pulled me up and made me put his penis in my mouth. I initially refused, but he pressed my head between his legs and forced me to do so. I had no choice but to open my mouth and take it in. It had a slightly fishy smell, so I quickly got up and threw up. Then he pressed me down there and continued to suck on it, making me lick it as I sucked. Much later, I realized that this was oral sex.

After a while, his penis gradually became hard, and he fucked me again before letting me leave. Before leaving, he told me that he would come looking for me anytime, and if I didn't agree, he would tell our teachers and classmates. I nodded in agreement.

III. I Became Lewd

Later, we met frequently. We had sex about a dozen times in total. Gradually, I also felt that being fucked was actually a kind of pleasure. Finally, I found out that he wasn't a student at any school, just a small-time hoodlum. He didn't have money to go to prostitutes, so he had to trick girls in school into having sex online.

He said I was the only virgin he had ever fucked. Before, when I first met him, I thought he was very polite and refined, but later I discovered he was just a pervert. Every time I saw him, it was just for sex. And while he was having sex, he would call me a slut and a whore. He even used techniques he learned from porn on me.

He made me kneel on the bed, lean against the wall, raise my legs high, and so on. Every time, he fucked me until I couldn't walk, but I actually started to like it. I think I've become wanton! Later, he left and went to another city, and we lost contact.

Now, I have a new boyfriend, and I haven't told anyone about this. Sometimes, I just think about these things. I'm writing this down now because it's been hidden in my heart for too long, and I just want to confide in someone.

[The End]

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