Recalling my sexual experiences with my college girlfriend

Recalling my sexual experiences with my college girlfriend,
I didn't date much after starting college, not because I was ugly, but mainly because of my high school relationship. Many girls pursued me during college, but I didn't agree to any of them until E appeared. She looked and acted very similar to my high school sweetheart.
At that time, I had just started college, and military training had just ended. Various clubs were recruiting, and seeing my roommates go, I went along to check it out and joined the school's Youth League Committee's Organization Department. Initially, I was quite active in the department; I would immediately do whatever the department head asked, because it felt novel and fun. Although I had also worked in the student union in high school and even held a leadership position, it was different from university clubs. Organizing activities and meetings was all done internally. Anyway, I was very enthusiastic back then.
Every year around this time, we would recruit new members, because our major recruited during the summer vacation. I had to go out for field research and write a paper afterward, so I didn't participate in the
recruitment . By my junior year, all the previous officers had changed, and I was appointed vice-minister by the department head. The department head was a woman from the Economics and Management Department. Later, I heard from other people who joined with me that this position was only reserved for people from the Economics and Management Department
. Then I thought about it, and wow, yeah, when I joined, the fat woman who was the department head was from Economics and Management, and the department head in my sophomore year was also a senior from Economics and Management. Now this girl is also... I'm amazed. This little group is even practicing hereditary succession, haha,
it's a bit funny. Anyway, let's get to the point about
club
recruitment . In my junior year, we had to recruit again. Many of our major's internships were scheduled for the summer, and it was impossible not to participate in the internships—eight credits! And participation was mandatory; you couldn't graduate
without it. I didn't want to go, but the previous two department heads said, "You can't not come. You're the vice-minister, how can you not come when you're recruiting
?" It's like something out of a system where people keep talking even after they've stepped down. On the day of recruitment, both of the old department heads were present. I just wandered around handing out forms, telling people who wanted to join our organization department to fill out the form and hand it to that skinny, bespectacled guy over there, and wait for an interview.
The next day, we screened the forms and called the qualified candidates to come for interviews
that evening. I interviewed the new recruits with the current female department head. I just casually asked a few questions; whether or not they were recruited was up to her. I thought, "You're the department head, whatever makes you happy."
Near the end, a young girl came. I was startled because when she ran towards me from a distance, her figure looked like my first love. I suddenly perked up.
She hurriedly ran over and said, "Sorry I'm late. I just interviewed someone from another club."
She was about 1.5 meters tall, and if looks were out of 10, I'd give her a 7. She had big breasts, I think. She was probably an E-cup, comparable to my first love, roughly like the picture below. She had very fair skin, so I'll call her E.
Before the club president could even speak, I started asking questions: "Did you participate in any student activities in high school? Were you ever a class officer?"
As I asked, I drifted off-topic. I don't remember exactly where I went off-topic, but I do remember chatting happily with her for a long time, laughing and talking. Our club president couldn't get a word in edgewise. Finally, she pointed to her watch and reminded me, "There are two more to come. It's getting late."
I said, "Junior, don't go to other clubs, come to us."
E said, "Okay, then you must text me tomorrow!" (Because whether she's accepted or not depends on the text message sent the next day; she probably heard this from her interviews at other clubs).
Our club president's face fell. I understood what she meant. Even if I wanted to recruit her, I should have waited until she left. And I didn't even
discuss it with her in front of her, which felt a bit humiliating. Yet, after spending the whole night with you, I finally got something out of it, and you expect me to understand your feelings? Why don't you understand me?
After the interview, everyone went back to the department for a meeting to discuss the resumes of suitable candidates and why they were suitable. I praised
that girl to the skies. The department head still had some humanity; he remembered we'd been together for two years, so he didn't object to me recruiting her. The department head didn't object either, and no one else had anything to say.
I didn't wait until the next morning. After the meeting, on my way back to the dorm, I sent E a text message (because the competition for club recruitment is fierce, and I didn't want to miss this opportunity): "E, come to the department at 8 PM tomorrow night. Our department is in room 205 of building ×××. Prepare for your first day." The new recruits needed to introduce themselves, so I immediately texted back, "Okay."
Then I went on and on about what else I needed to prepare besides the self-introduction, and she asked me a lot more questions—I can't remember them all. Later, I asked her, "After your interview, several clubs notified you of your acceptance the next day." She said three.
I asked, "Why? Why did they choose us? Was it because I texted them early?"
She said, "No, because I was very nervous going to the club interviews. Basically, the seniors who interviewed me asked me very mechanical questions, which made me feel distant from them. But it was different with you. I was nervous at first, but then I felt relaxed and pressured talking to you. And you even said something to encourage me to stay. I felt like I had a sense of belonging in this club."
That's roughly the gist of it. So many years have passed, I can't remember the exact words anymore.
After all this, are you thinking you're a monster and want to make a move on this girl? Wrong! I didn't intend to develop anything further with her; I just felt she resembled my first love. At the time, I felt like I was still in the shadow of my past and didn't want to be in a relationship. Seeing her felt like meeting an old acquaintance I hadn't seen in years. I only saw her as an innocent junior. It wasn't so much physical contact as I touched her chest. That was her first activity after joining the department. After the activity, the department head said, "This is the first activity the new members have done in the department. Everyone did very well."
Then she said she'd treat us to dinner that night (actually, she paid half the bill, and the other half was paid by the two vice-ministers, who also said that departmental affairs weren't just her responsibility, and the two of us should share some of the burden—what a scheming woman, claiming she was paying for everything).
After dinner, they were going to karaoke. I said, "You guys go ahead and have fun. I have to get up early tomorrow to meet up with my roommates at [location] ."
The department head said, "Okay.
" Then she said, "I'll go back with you. I'm on my period and feeling a bit unwell .
" I said, "Let's go together then."
Actually, I was thinking, "Damn it, you want us to pay for your party again? No way
!" Unfortunately, the other vice-minister, a woman, was timid and seemed a bit silly. I let her do whatever she wanted;
since she was happy to support others, it wasn't my business. Then E and I took the bus back to school. It was quite late, but not yet 11 PM, because the community management auntie locks the doors after 11 PM.
I live in Building 12, and she lives in Building 28. We entered through the main gate and arrived at our dorm first. Her dorm was behind ours, accessible only by passing the cafeteria. Between the cafeteria and our dorm was a long, narrow mound planted with bamboo and other ornamental trees, its path winding and paved with pebbles. The streetlights were dim and obscured by bamboo and trees. When
we reached my dorm building, she grabbed my arm and said, "Brother X, could you walk me back to my dorm? That stretch of road (the hill) is so dark, I'm a little scared."
I said, "Sure, I'll walk you."
We walked and chatted. When we reached the hill, about halfway up the slope, perhaps because of the dim lighting, she tripped over some pebbles.
I instinctively reached out to help her, but I was still focused on our conversation and couldn't catch her. She fell down with a thud.
I quickly helped her up and asked, "Are you alright?" She said it hurt. I told her to try walking a few steps, but she said no, it hurts so much.
Let me look at your feet. It's so dark, but that's how they do it in movies. I asked her to hold me up. Which foot hurts? She said, "Right foot." So I slowly took off her right shoe. It was too dark for me to see clearly. Then I rubbed it for her. It seemed her ankle was indeed swollen. I said, "
Let me carry you to your dorm. Once we're there, I'll ask your roommate to help you upstairs." She said okay. So I carried her on my back. She probably weighs around 90 pounds. When she was on my back, I could clearly feel her soft breasts pressed tightly against my back. I could feel them swaying as we walked. I immediately got an embarrassing hard-on. Luckily it was night, or I would have been so embarrassed. When we got close to her dorm, I deliberately tried to start a conversation, thinking about Marxism, and finally calmed myself down. When we got to her dorm, she called her roommate. Then I watched her go upstairs. She became my girlfriend. Since the last time my back... After having intimate contact with her breasts, I felt like sperm were crawling all over my head, how shameful... Every night, if I don't go to the gym with my roommates to play badminton, I go to the library to read. I usually sit in the library corridor by the window, and my seat is usually the same. If someone takes my seat, I just find a seat nearby. One night, as usual, I went to the library to borrow books and then went to the corridor to find a seat (I usually go to reserve one before class). That day, someone took my seat, and I was too embarrassed to tell them that it was my seat. After all, it was reasonable for someone to take it after a few hours of no one sitting there. I noticed that the seat behind mine was occupied by E. At this moment, she also looked up, and we made eye contact. She said, "Sit across from me, there's no one sitting here." I walked over and sat down, and asked her, "Are you here to read too?" She said, "Come over and do your homework." I said, "Okay," and then took out my water bottle from my bag, opened my book, and started reading. She did her homework while I looked at my book. Neither of us spoke, and I guessed she finished her homework and started playing on her phone. This went on until 9:30 PM. I packed up my books to leave , and she packed up too, ready to go. We chatted as we walked. We arrived at our dorm first, but she had to walk over a small hill to get to hers. She said, "It's too dark over there. Could you walk me back to my dorm?" I thought to myself, "Am I going to have to carry her again tonight?" When we were almost at the hill, I told her, "Watch your step!" She seemed a little embarrassed and smiled at me . After that, I would run into her whenever I went to the library, and I would always sit opposite her and walk her back to her dorm. Later, I asked her, "Did you go to the library on purpose to wait for me?" She said, "Even a pig could see that, and you only just realized it now!" I'm a junior now, and all my classmates are rushing to the library to prepare for graduate school or civil service exams. Several of my classmates keep running into us together there, and they joke that I'm out on a date with my girlfriend again. I told them she's not my girlfriend, she's from our department. One time, on my way back to her dorm, we ran into a girl from another class in the same department. When she saw us together, she cheerfully greeted me, "XXX, your girlfriend is so pretty!" I was about to explain that she wasn't my girlfriend, but before I could say anything, she grabbed my arm and said, "Thank you, you're pretty too." The two girls were clearly having a great time, leaving me standing there bewildered… I smiled at the girl and continued walking. Suddenly, she said to me, "Be my boyfriend, I like you." I didn't say anything, and she kept walking towards her dorm with her head down . After a while, I gently took her hand and started walking. She looked up at me happily and exclaimed, "So you're saying yes?!" I smiled at her, patted her head, and said "Silly girl." She seemed to spring to life, babbling on and on, basically saying she liked me the moment she saw me, and how she felt about me. Later, like most couples, we'd go to the movies on weekends, or visit tourist attractions near our university. We kissed a few times, but didn't do anything inappropriate, since the places we went were all public. It was almost halfway through our junior year, and we'd been together for two months. One Friday noon, I told her I was going to an internet cafe with my classmates to play Dota all night. She said, "I've never been to an internet cafe before. Can you take me?" I thought, "No way!" But I couldn't bear to leave her behind, so I said, "How about I don't play games with my classmates? The internet cafe we're going to is too smoky. I'll take you to [a place near] [university name]." That internet cafe over there is a bit more upscale. Smoking isn't allowed on the second floor, and there are private rooms. Those private rooms are better than the ones next to our school. The partitions go all the way to the ceiling, whereas the partitions at our school don't reach the ceiling. If you stand up in a private room, you can see what's happening in the other rooms . We went to that internet cafe, and it was her first time there. She couldn't even find the power button. After turning it on, we each played our own games. It was around 11 PM when she got up to go to the bathroom. She was sitting inside, and I got up to ask her to leave. When she came back, I didn't stand up. I made her step over my lap. She was wearing one of those denim bucket skirts with zippers on the sides. Because she's a bit short, the skirt wasn't very convenient. She finally managed to step over one leg, and then suddenly spread her legs and sat on my lap. Then her little pink fists punched me. You're so naughty! She said that at this point, my blood was boiling, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her. At first, she resisted, but after a short while, she wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands slid from her waist to her buttocks and started touching them. Her buttocks were really big. Seeing that she didn't object, I continued to touch them. However, her denim skirt felt a bit stiff and uncomfortable. I really wanted to unzip her skirt, but I was afraid of being too hasty. She objected for a while, so I tried to touch her zipper and slowly pulled it up. Seeing that she didn't stop me, I continued to pull it up. As I pulled the zipper up, the skirt opening widened, and she sat up higher. I sat down until her large breasts were pressed tightly against my chest. I felt I had a chance, so I zipped her zipper up and unzipped her skirt. When she realized her skirt was undone, she tried to push me away, but I immediately pulled my hands back and hugged her tightly, kissing her hard. She moaned softly, and after a while, she stopped resisting. I put my hands on her buttocks, one hand on half of her buttocks, feeling how big and soft they were. She started to pant as well. My mouth was a little tired from kissing her for so long, so I let go of her mouth, still with my hands on her buttocks. She wrapped her arms around my neck, looked at me, and said, "You're so naughty. Did you plan this all along?" I said, "Yeah, how could I let such a pretty girl go?" Then she pinched my cheek. I continued kissing her, and this time I could freely grope her buttocks. Then I slipped my hand inside her clothes to touch her back, though my mind was actually on her large breasts. My right hand reached for her bra strap and tried to unhook it, but I couldn't find the clasp. Undeterred, I reached in with my left hand to look for the clasp as well, but still couldn't find it. I was a little puzzled, so I put my left arm around her waist and continued kissing her. My right hand slid from inside the bra strap to her breasts and finally touched them. I gently touched her breasts with my right hand and then flicked her nipples with my index finger. After a few flicks, her breathing became rapid. At this moment, I put my left hand in as well, and rubbed her breasts with both hands. Her breathing became even more rapid. She moved her mouth away from mine, rested her face against my chest, and arched her body, probably so that I could touch her breasts more easily.

At this moment, I pushed her t-shirt up to her chest and her bra up, so that her large breasts could be clearly seen. The veins on her snow-white breasts were clearly visible. Her nipples were about the size of a cigarette butt, and her areolas were quite large.
I immediately pushed her back a little and buried my head in her chest to suckle her nipples. I held her large, white nipples between my hands and kept sucking on them. After a while, I took off my t-shirt, hugged her in my arms, and continued to kiss her. I held her tightly, letting her large breasts press against my chest. It felt so good. My soft
hands moved from her buttocks to her back, and from her back to her buttocks.
I felt her breathing quicken and her reaction was strong, so I put my hand inside her panties to touch her buttocks. Her skin was so smooth and felt so tender. My right hand touched her buttocks and then moved down until I touched her vagina. Wow! There was so much water.
I slowly inserted my middle finger into her vagina. She let out a soft moan as I went in.
Because of the position, I couldn't insert it very deep; only two finger segments could go in. Then I pulled my hand out and put it back in from her front, touching her vulva with my whole palm. She was lying on my chest, panting heavily. I spread her vulva open and used my middle finger to stroke her clitoris. At this moment, she hugged me tightly, her breathing rapid.
After stroking her clitoris for a while, I moved my middle finger down, trying to insert it into her vagina. There was so much water flowing out; her underwear was soaked. With so much water, my middle finger went in smoothly. I kept pushing my finger in until I couldn't go any further. Then I kept thrusting my middle finger in and out of her vagina. This made her vagina flow even more water. At this moment, I put her on the sofa and took off her underwear (her underwear had a cartoon character pattern; why do I remember it so clearly? Because from my first love until now, I've slept with her...). (None of the women on the bed wore cartoon-patterned underwear...) Then I put my head between her legs and licked her vulva. She didn't have much pubic hair, and her labia majora were hairless. I had just licked her once when she grabbed my head with both hands and said that her vulva was dirty.
I said that every part of my body was clean.
I continued to bury my head in her vulva and lick her labia majora. Then I lifted my head and kissed her thighs, my tongue sliding from her thighs all the way to her inner thighs, but I didn't kiss her vulva. At this moment, I heard her breathing heavily. Then I suddenly pushed my tongue open her labia majora and licked from the vaginal opening all the way to her clitoris. She moaned softly and then grabbed my head tightly with both hands. I ignored her and continued to lick her vulva up and down, my tongue occasionally curling up and inserting into her vulva.
Then I got up and kissed her mouth, my hands still touching her vulva. She crossed her arms and hugged my neck tightly. I said, "Can I have it?" She said, "Be gentle, I heard it hurts a little the first time
." I thought, "She's a virgin, is it because her first love wasn't a virgin, and God sent me one to experience it?"
I said okay
, and then I took off my underwear and pants at the same time. I pulled her a little off the sofa and spread her legs, exposing her entire vulva to me. Then I slowly inserted my penis. I felt it was very tight, and I tried a few more times to try to insert it. I was afraid of hurting her if I forced it, so I placed the head of my penis on her vulva and kept rubbing it. I leaned down and kissed her, and then said, "Baby, relax, it won't hurt so much." (Sigh, blowing...) (I've never even fucked a virgin, how would I know if it hurts?)
Then I continued to thrust, this time with a bit more force, pushing it in as hard as I could. She gripped my arm tightly and said, "It hurts!"
Then I kissed her, my penis still rubbing against the outside of her vagina. While kissing, I pushed it in a little further.
I felt like there was a round rubber band inside her vagina; I could feel it going in, but the further in I went, the tighter it got, until I couldn't go any further.
Then I gritted my teeth, thinking a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one, and thrust in hard. She screamed!
You think that's it? Wrong! It still wasn't fully inside. I didn't expect breaking a virgin's virginity to be so difficult! When I saw she was in a lot of pain, I quickly pulled out. I saw blood on my penis.
Then I sat on the sofa, pulled her onto my lap
, and she still had tears on her face. I hate it when girls cry, so I quickly comforted her.
She said, "I'm sorry, it really hurts. Can we wait a bit?"
I said, "Okay."
I held her, wiped away her tears, and started talking to her to distract her.
I asked her, "Why doesn't your bra have any clasps
?" She said, "Yes!" I said, "That's impossible! I've been searching behind you with both hands for ages and I can't find the clasp!" She smiled at me with tears in her eyes. I was a little confused. Had I made a stupid mistake again? Then she put her hands on her bra and unhooked it, then took off her t-shirt along with it. I was stunned.
I immediately took her bra from her hand, looking at it from left to right, feeling so novel. The feeling was no less than discovering a new continent.
Seeing my serious look, she said, "You're so silly, adorably silly,"
and then nestled her head against my chest.
Now her chest was completely exposed. I leaned over and licked her breasts, my left hand below touching her big buttocks, my right hand around her, touching and kissing her. After a while, I could feel her breathing becoming rapid in my ear,
so I reached between her legs and touched her vulva. It was wet again. I said to her, "This time you're on top, you control the pressure, I'll hurt you if I'm too rough." She didn't say anything, so I took it as a yes, then lifted her up and spread her legs. She sat on my lap, and I placed my penis at the entrance of her vagina. She slowly lowered herself down, and this time it felt noticeably deeper than before. Perhaps because she felt pain, she lifted her buttocks slightly
and then slowly sat down again. This went on and on, with her sitting down and lifting up repeatedly. I touched her breasts and teased her nipples.
I remember that on the last thrust, she probably thought it was better to end it quickly than to suffer for a long time, so she bit my arm and sat down hard, finally inserting my entire penis into her body.
I was in excruciating pain, but then I thought it was worth it.
I felt my entire penis inside her, and I started thrusting in and out. After a couple of thrusts, she said, "Don't move, it hurts so much. Can we stop today and do it next time?"
I said okay, and then I kissed her head
and said, "Can we..." I put my penis inside her, and we sat like that for a while. She said okay. When you moved, I felt a sharp pain in my vagina.
So I just kept my penis inside her, touching her breasts and buttocks while chatting. After a while, she sat up, took a wet wipe from her bag, and cleaned herself.
I also wiped the blood off my penis. Then I helped her put her clothes back on, and I dressed myself. Then we lay down on the sofa, facing each other, and went to sleep… The whole process of losing my virginity felt so long. I forgot how long it lasted. When I heard her say it hurt, my penis went soft again. Seeing her two big, white breasts, it got hard again, but I didn't dare to go all the way. This process was so painful. But later, when I had sex with my wife for the first time, I found out she was also a virgin.
I don't know why so many people have a virginity complex. I think losing my virginity is really frustrating. I can't feel any pleasure at all. Both times I lost my virginity, it ended with me not ejaculating.
Next time, I'll recall our two or three times we went to a hotel together. I'll stop here for today.
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On August 25, 2017, after losing my virginity,
we went to a hotel for the first time. The day after we came back from the internet cafe, we both went back to our dorms to catch up on sleep. On Monday night, on our way back from the library, I asked her if her vagina still hurt. She said it didn't hurt anymore, but she still felt like there was something stuck inside her vagina.
I wonder if other guys' girlfriends feel the same way after losing their virginity.
It's Friday again so quickly. Last time at the internet cafe, I didn't get enough fun, so I'm determined to have sex with her again on Friday night. Around noon on Friday, I booked two movie tickets online. The movie starts at 9 pm, and it's about two hours long. We'll be back around 11 pm, so it'll be almost midnight. That way, we can easily go to a hotel or the internet cafe.
Then I called her and told her I bought two movie tickets. She said her elective class ends around 8 pm, and we'll get there around 9 pm (she could skip class, but saying it like that makes it seem like I don't have a strong intention and just want to watch the movie with her). (While watching a movie)
She said, "Okay, wait for me at the classroom door when class is almost over." Then I went straight there.
That evening, I was in a classroom next to hers, playing on my phone, chatting with her. The conversation got a little risqué, and she seemed to get aroused. She said she didn't want to go to the next class, so let's go shopping first.
After the first class, I took her hand and ran to the bus stop near the school gate. We went to the city and did some shopping. When it was time to go see a movie,
I checked my phone and said to her, "It's already 11 pm. The dorm gates will definitely be closed by then. Let's stay in a hotel and go back to school tomorrow." She looked at me slightly... With a smile tinged with shyness, she said okay.
Then I opened my phone app to check the nearest budget hotels and booked a double room. It's so convenient being in the city; if you were at school, you couldn't book a budget hotel room near the school on the weekend. You know why.
After arriving at Super 8, we checked in at the front desk and went to our room. As soon as the door closed, I couldn't wait to pull her into my arms and kiss her for a little while. She said, "Let's put our bags down first."
We went into the room, put our bags on the table, and then I gave her a princess carry. She screamed, "What are you doing? You scared me!"
I didn't say anything, and immediately pressed my lips to hers. I then carried her to the bed and continued kissing her, my hands roaming over
her buttocks. Her breathing became rapid.
I slowly moved my hands from her buttocks to her back, stroking it, then moved them to her front. Having learned from last night, I knew I had to unhook her bra from the front. Once unhooked, my hands began to knead her breasts, my fingers constantly flicking her nipples. Our breathing grew increasingly rapid. After a while, I said to her, "Let's take a bath together."
She laughed and said, " You pervert!
" Then I took off all her clothes, and then took off my own. She stared at my penis and said
, "Is my husband's penis pretty?" Last time, perhaps the lighting was bad, she couldn't see clearly, but this time she could see it clearly.
She said coquettishly, "Get lost!"
Then she added, "I thought men didn't have hair down there, and your penis is so big!"
I said, "Why?" She said that once she went out for a drive with her aunt, and her cousin (about eight or nine years old) said he needed to pee halfway through the trip and got out to pee. She saw that her cousin's penis had no hair. I said, "Silly girl, he's so young and hasn't fully developed yet, of course he won't have hair, and it's not as big as mine!" (I was speechless...) This was the first time she stood completely naked in front of me with her curvaceous figure. I really wanted to have sex with her right away. She went into the bathroom, and we rinsed off with water. My hands were restless. I pretended to help her apply shower gel, but I was actually touching every part of her body.
I said, "I'm washing you, so you should wash me too." She applied shower gel to me and rubbed me. When she touched my penis, she said, "Your little brother is so hard!"
I said, "Yeah, if I don't get hard when such a sexy naked beauty is standing in front of me, then I'm useless."
Then I took her hand and held my penis, stroking it back and forth. I said, "Wash it more carefully." She said, "Oh." Then I stroked it carefully. She saw more and more foam and then said, "Is it okay now?" I said okay,
then we rinsed off and dried ourselves with towels. I came out naked, took out the condoms I had prepared in my bag and placed them on the bedside table.
When she came out, she was still wrapped in a bath towel. I thought, "Why is she still wrapped in a bath towel?"
I went over, picked her up, and kissed her. I walked to the bed, sat on the edge, and continued kissing her. I reached my hand under her bath towel and touched her thigh, then her mons pubis, and finally placed my hand on her large breasts, kneading them continuously. Her breath kept hitting my face, and my breathing became rapid. It got heavier and I sprayed it on her face (was this the legendary mutual spraying?).
My desire was aroused. I put her on the bed, spread my legs, pressed my hands together with hers on the bed, and continued kissing her. The scene felt like rape. After kissing for
a while, my lips slid from her lips to her neck. When my tongue slid along her neck, she let out a soft moan. Her neck seemed very sensitive. Every time I kissed her neck before having sex with her, she would immediately react. Then my mouth kept moving down, untying her towel, grabbing one of her large breasts with one hand, and then my tongue kept dancing on her nipple. Her eyes were closed, her body was twisting and turning, her brows were furrowed, as if she was in great pain.
Her tongue continued to lick downwards, her hands still grasping her large breasts and kneading them.
When I was almost licking her vulva, I didn't lick it, but instead licked her thighs, my tongue tip licking from the thigh to the groin each time. When I licked her vulva, her chest would thrust upwards, probably thinking I was going to lick her vulva.
Then I suddenly licked her vulva from bottom to top with my tongue. She gasped and then breathed heavily. Then I buried my head between her legs, my tongue continuously... As I played with her clitoris, her breathing became even more rapid and heavy. My
tongue continued to probe her vagina, and after licking like this for a while, I opened my mouth wide and completely enveloped her vagina, sucking on it. This time, she couldn't take it anymore, grabbing my head with both hands and softly moaning. Then I stuck out my tongue and moved it quickly from side to side. Suddenly, her buttocks lifted up and she was suspended in mid-air. I continued to suck on her vagina
until I felt I had enough, then I went to get a condom from the table, preparing to tear open the packaging. She saw this and said, "You need to eat something to replenish your energy!" I tore open the strap and placed the condom in front of her, saying, word by word, "This is a condom!" She was very curious. So this is what a condom is! She took it, held it in her hand, looked at it, and even smelled it. "Hmm? It smells pretty good!" Then I pulled her up from the bed and used her hands to teach her step by step how to use a condom. Then I put her on the bed and licked her pussy for a while. When she was wet,
I got up, ready to insert my penis.
She asked me if it would hurt like last time.
I said no, your hymen has been broken, it won't hurt now. She was a little doubtful. Although there was a lot of fluid, it still felt a little tight when I inserted it, maybe because she was nervous or maybe because it was her first time. This time it lasted about forty minutes. I have a habit of checking my watch after I'm done, to see how I performed.
I used two positions the whole time, either she was lying down and I was on top, or I was sitting or I was on top of her, fucking her.
I wanted to slowly... Come on, don't start with all sorts of positions, I'm afraid it'll scare her.
But after we've had more hotel rooms, I've gradually unlocked all sorts of positions. I've used almost every position I've seen in AVs. She's quite obedient and always cooperates actively, except for letting me penetrate her anus.
I didn't force her, after all, she's my girlfriend, not my slave.
This part was written while waiting for my flight; I made a small font in a TXT document, it's a bit dramatic, I'm afraid someone will see it. There'll be more in the next update. Next time I'll talk about how to get her to moan, because she always moans when she can't hold back. I want her to feel good and not hold back, to moan comfortably.
After we started
having sex more often, we both became very tacitly in sync. We would definitely have sex on the weekends, unlike at first when I had to think of something. Sometimes I would just tell her directly, "Let's go to a hotel to do some unspeakable things tonight," and she would agree unless she had something special to say
. Later, she told me that she liked having sex with me, especially when I put my penis inside her, feeling like we were one.
In the second semester of our junior year, when spring had arrived, she told me that the campus of XXX University was very beautiful in spring and asked me to take her there on the weekend.
The university was also in our city, but not in the same district; it was in another university town,
and several of her high school classmates were studying there.
I told her that there were two high schools on that university campus. My classmate
suggested we invite them out to hang out, and have them act as our guides.
Actually, everyone was busy studying in high school, and these two classmates weren't very close. I thought, since they like calling each other that, let them.
Maybe it's because they're in a different city, but when I met them at their university, it felt very warm.
They complimented my girlfriend on
her looks, and she was overjoyed to hear so many compliments. My classmate was going to treat us to dinner that night, since they were guests, but this girl insisted on paying.
So, you see, women are really easily
swayed. After dinner, I said goodbye to my two high school classmates, saying it was getting late (because it takes about two hours to get from our school to theirs by bus), and we had to go back to school because the dorms were closing.
I actually wanted them not to disturb us. I told E-Weekend that
I'd check the app to see if any hotels nearby had rooms. If not, we could go to the city. She agreed.
I checked the app and only one unknown hotel had rooms available. I always book chain budget hotels; I'm worried about hygiene if it's not a chain, even though it's more expensive, it's better than getting sick. I told her that this was the only hotel with rooms, and suggested we go to the city.
She was probably tired after a long day and didn't want the hassle, especially since it takes an hour or so to get to the city by bus. She suggested we check the rooms there first, and if that didn't work, we could go to the city.
So I didn't book a room on the app, and we went to the hotel. The owner said there were 60 rooms available. The 100 and 60 rooms were all gone, only two 100 rooms were left. I told the owner I wanted to see the rooms first. The owner looked at me with disdain, as if to say, "It's just a quickie, why are you making such a fuss?"
The owner had a waiter show us the 100 room. The room was okay; the sheets and blankets were freshly changed, and the towels and bath towels were sealed in a bag, which seemed quite hygienic.
She said, "It's alright, X-ge, this is fine
, whatever makes you happy." I said, "Let's go to the front desk to register and pay."
After entering the room, I checked the corners and any holes (because I had read online that hotels like this might have cameras installed).
She immediately collapsed onto the bed, "Wow, so tired, my legs are so sore!" I was exhausted too. All I could think about was turning on the TV and resting for a bit
. There wasn't even a picture on the wall (you get what you pay for!). So I lay on the bed playing on my phone. She rested her head on my stomach, also playing on her phone.
No TV, no Wi-Fi! I was getting a little frustrated
. Oh well, no TV, no Wi-Fi, no problem, at least I could have sex with my girlfriend.
Around 10 pm, I said, "E
, go take a shower." She said, "Go ahead, I want to lie down a bit more, my calves are a little sore."
I said, "I don't want to move either. How about we go together at 10:30?
" She said, "Okay!" Then we each played on our phones. After a while, I realized that the reason this hotel was so cheap wasn't just because there was no TV or Wi-Fi, but also because the soundproofing was terrible.
We could hear the girl next door moaning so loudly, it was almost 3D! I glanced at her, and I don't know if she was faking it or just too engrossed in her phone to hear me.
So I moved her head away, gave her a lewd smile, and pressed my head against the wall to continue listening. She whispered to me, "You're disgusting! Eavesdropping!" I said, "Okay, I won't eavesdrop. I'll listen to you."
Then I took her to take a shower.
Usually when I'm having sex with her, she either moans when I'm giving her oral sex and she's completely lost in the moment, or she moans a couple of times during the final climax. Although she moans during the process, from my perspective, I feel like she's deliberately suppressing herself.
After the shower, we started our indescribable activities. I kept using lewd words to stimulate her. (You guys can try the following methods too.) For example, when I'm giving her oral sex and she's really enjoying it, she'll grab my head and say, "Come on up."
I'll deliberately ask her, "Come on up for what?" She said, "I want it,"
and I continued licking her pussy while ignoring her. Whenever I licked her and she felt good, her ass would lift and wiggle from side to side. Then I asked her what she wanted me to do ,
and she moaned, "I want you to fuck me."
I asked, "With what?
" She said, "With your big cock."
I put my mouth over her pussy and sucked hard, placing the tip of my tongue on her clitoris (you can try this; it feels great for the woman).
I said, "Say it completely, and I'll fuck you."
She moaned, "Husband, I want your big cock to fuck me."
Then I put on a condom and fucked her. After a while, I lay on top of her and whispered in her ear, "If you feel good, moan. I like it.
" Then I deliberately fucked her harder. She started moaning, but not very loudly, still suppressing herself from making a loud sound.
During the final sprint, I had her lie on top of me, grabbing her buttocks with both hands and fucking her hard (this position allowed me to prolong my sprint a lot). Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore and screamed loudly.
Hearing her scream, I couldn't resist either, so I sped up and ejaculated. She also orgasmed. I felt her vaginal opening tighten, and my penis felt like it was about to be strangled.
Then we went to wash up. I asked her if she was uncomfortable during sex.
She said, "No, it felt great."
I said, "Then why didn't you scream?
" She said, "You want me to be like the one next door? How lewd!" And everyone around could hear it, wasn't she ashamed?
Speaking of her orgasm, unlike the girls in Japanese AVs who tremble after orgasm, her vagina tightens. She said she felt numb and a little itchy. On
September 4, 2017
, last time we talked about moaning, maybe because she was too reserved in the hotel, she finally had a chance to let loose.
Her roommate, a green tea bitch C (I won't go into details now, I'll tell you later), rented a place with her boyfriend. She said she had half a month left before Chinese New Year and wanted to find a job here to experience what work was like, so she asked if I could stay with her. C's rented place was available for us to borrow, so
I said okay, since we had nothing to do at home anyway.
The place wasn't big, probably 65 square meters, two bedrooms and a living room. We stayed in the second bedroom.
Then she found a job as a supermarket promoter.
On the first night after moving in, everyone was probably tired from moving things, so we all watched some TV and went to sleep.
The next day, she came home from work late at night, probably past 10 pm. She asked me to pick her up, and we went out for a late-night snack. We each drank a can of beer. Like me, she couldn't hold her liquor, and her face was flushed after one can.
When we got home, I couldn't hold back anymore. As soon as I closed the door, I pulled her into my arms and started kissing her. Maybe because of the height difference, her head had to be tilted back. After kissing for a while, she got a little tired and pushed me away, saying we should take a shower together. After the shower, we started doing indescribable things. This time, she was very uninhibited. Before, when I gave her oral sex, she would only moan softly, but this time, especially towards the end when she was enjoying it and lifted her buttocks, she would shout loudly,
"Ah—ah—ah—…" During the final sprint, I was on top of her, gripping her shoulders tightly, and thrusting into her hard, making her scream loudly. I felt it wasn't enough, so I said, "Scream louder, your husband likes to hear it." Then I deliberately increased the force of my thrusts, and she cooperated, her screams growing louder, almost like screams. I then whispered in her ear, "Husband likes your moans. The louder you scream, the more excited I feel." (Actually, the louder she screamed, the more excited I felt).
Her moans made me thrust faster and faster. I tried my best to hold back from ejaculating; I was so wet down there, I felt my pubic hair was soaked. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated inside her. This time she orgasmed three times. I asked her if moaning made her feel much better, and she said, "Mmm, it feels like a release."
We did it almost every night until three days before Chinese New Year when we went home. To be honest, I was a little reluctant to go back, so I wanted
to have sex with her there. After leaving the rented room, I never heard her moan so freely again, except for the last time. I mentioned before that her roommate C was a green tea bitch, and my breakup with E was somewhat related to her, but I'm still grateful to her. Why? Let me explain.
C's looks are probably an 8 out of 10. She has an oval face, what we'd call a typical internet celebrity face these days. She has a C-cup bust and is probably 168cm tall, which I think is quite tall, especially when she stands next to my girlfriend. She was with a senior from her department. Her boyfriend is a rich second-generation heir; his father is a businessman. My girlfriend... She'd dated a few rich kids before, but they all dumped her because they weren't very generous with money. Now she's with this senior,
and judging by her jewelry and bags, her boyfriend is either rich or willing to spend money on her.
It was a night not long after the start of the first semester of our senior year. E and I had just returned from the library and went back to our dorms. I washed my feet and was about to go to bed to play on the computer when my girlfriend called, saying C had drunk too much and asked me to pick her up at the school gate.
Aside from C dating a rich kid, she seemed like a pretty good person, and my girlfriend and C had a good relationship. But I was worried my girlfriend would be influenced by her, so I always had reservations about her.
I said to E, a little annoyed, "Doesn't she have a boyfriend?!" E said, "Her boyfriend said he's going out with some buddies and told C to go back to school first. Why don't you go? If not, I'll pick her up!" I said, "Okay, okay, I'll go right now. I promise I'll complete the task."
It was around March or April, and the nights were still quite cold. I ran to the school gate, looked around but couldn't find her, so I called C. Then I heard a ringing phone coming from the flower bed. I knew it was her. I
went over and saw her sitting on the flower bed, her hands covering her face.
I asked, "Can you walk?" She seemed a bit drunk, so I went to the small supermarket and bought a bottle of mineral water.
I let her drink some water first, then I pulled her up, put one arm around my neck and the other on her waist, and slowly walked forward. I thought she couldn't walk over that mound in her condition, so we had to take the main road. We hadn't walked far when she vomited. After vomiting, she seemed a little more sober. I rinsed her mouth with the mineral water, and she said to me, "I know you've always looked down on me. Actually, aren't you just like me?"
Although it was drunken talk, I was still very upset. I angrily asked, "What do you mean, 'like you'?!" My girlfriend isn't some rich second-generation.
Then she turned around, hugged my neck, and said to me, "You little rascal, still pretending in front of me!" Haha,
I was thinking, did she find out about me having sex with E? E is really something, I told her about it too. Seeing my confused look, she asked again, "You really don't know anything?" I said, "You've had too much to drink, let's get you back to your dorm to rest."
Just then, E called. Since I hadn't returned after so long, I guessed she was worried about me. She asked why I hadn't come back yet.
I said, "She's had too much to drink and threw up. I have to help her back via the main road, we can't take
shortcuts." E said, "Be careful on the way, I told the dorm manager to leave the door open."
C said, "Looks like our little princess has really found a pure-hearted guy."
I took her hand off my neck and continued walking with her. We were about 400-500 meters from their dorm when I started to feel exhausted. I put her on a bench by the roadside and sat down too. I said, "Let's rest for a bit." I was panting when
she suddenly stood up and plopped down on me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I wanted to push her off, but she whispered something in my ear. I didn't push
her away. She said, "Did E tell you about her family background? Do you want to hear it? I want to sit on your lap and tell you." I said, "E did tell me. Her parents run a small business near their home, and they're doing alright." She hugged my neck and giggled, then said, "If you weren't such a loser, I would have snatched you from E the first time I saw you."
Then
she kissed me on the cheek. Seeing that I didn't push her off my lap, she knew I wanted to hear the truth.
I said, "Enough nonsense, get to the point."
Then, she hugged my neck and whispered in my ear, "Little darling—you're getting impatient—." I said, "If you're not going to tell me, let's go."
Then she told me that her father was a businessman in their area, and that her family's wealth was among the top in their town. C estimated that their assets were at least several billion.
Then C started complaining, "If our families had that much money, who the hell would want to be with these idiots? I just want to marry well and have a good reputation," and so on. I don't remember what she said after that. When I heard about her family situation, I was stunned.
I knew C wouldn't lie to me, and she had no reason to. After I
came to my senses, I put her down and continued to walk her back to her dorm. She was being silly with me. She wouldn't leave and clung to me, so without thinking twice, I picked her up in a princess carry and continued walking
. I thought to myself, "How could this be?" Although my family isn't well-off, they've always told me that when I look for a wife, I should marry someone of equal social standing and not become a live-in son-in-law.
C wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head against it, seemingly asleep
. When we got to her dorm building, I was about to call E to come down and meet me when I saw her at the dorm entrance. She seemed a little unhappy to see me carrying her like this. I smiled and said she was too drunk to walk, so I could only... She said, "Just keep pretending! You've got the advantage and you're still acting innocent. How long are you going to keep carrying me like this?!" I immediately put C down, and she helped C back to the dorm.
Afterwards, I kept thinking about when to talk to E about her family background. Then this weekend, when we went to the park, I told her what C had told me. She said C was right, but I didn't want to hide it. It's been so long, you know I love you. What does it matter if my family is rich or not? The most important thing is that we love each other.
I didn't say much on the way back; she held my arm tightly, her face close to mine.
After we got back, I called her from the dorm to break up with her. I didn't dare break up with her in person. I don't know why, but
she cried on the phone and rambled on and on, but she just wouldn't agree to break up.
Later, I heard that she had a fight with C that night, blaming C for telling me the truth.
Ever since I broke up with her, she's been looking for me in the cafeteria, library, classroom, dorm, and stadium. Every time we meet, she cries and sobs, attracting a huge crowd of onlookers. I was really on the verge of a breakdown! I knew it was impossible for us
to be together. Readers are probably thinking, "Are you stupid? Where can you find such a great girlfriend? She's got money to burn, how wonderful!"
But dating is dating, and marriage is marriage. Dating is between two people, but marriage involves two families. When we discuss marriage, my parents will feel inferior to her parents, and if we get married, I'll feel inferior to them too. And if her parents ask for a dowry of tens of millions, I can't accept that.
So I had to break up with her
. For a while, although I tried to avoid her, she always found a way to find me. One time, I was busy with my graduation thesis and went to the library's study room to find materials. Suddenly, she sat next to me and smiled.
I suddenly felt panicked. There were so many people around. What if she started crying again? And this time, her behavior was very unusual. Was it the calm before the storm? Then she lowered her head and wrote me a note, roughly saying that she wanted me to come out and promised she wouldn't cry this time.
I got up and went out, and she followed me.
I walked to the stairs, where there were fewer people, and I told her, "We've broken up. I've told you the reasons many times. Let's both let each other go
," and so on.
She looked at me and listened to me. After I finished, she said, "Graduation season is breakup season. I agree to break up with you, but I have to wait until you graduate. After you graduate, I won't bother you anymore, but we should date like before during this period before graduation."
I thought I'd agree to her for now. If I didn't, I was afraid she would keep dragging me out.
I said, "Okay, we'll break up after I graduate."
She hugged me tightly, her face pressed tightly against my chest.
Later, although we got back together, I often used writing my thesis as an excuse not to see her, and she kept dragging me out, saying she would... I was writing until 11 PM when she said, "Let's go out for a late-night snack at 11 PM." She had already booked a room for me.
This went on until the second semester of my senior year. Right at the start of the second semester, I went out to look for internships. My classmates said I was so diligent.
Actually, I wanted to leave school as soon as possible and break up with E. I knew that the longer I dragged it out, the more reluctant I would be, because my first love was a prime example. This was better for both of us.
Finally, graduation arrived. I spent my last day at school with a few of my buddies. We drank together and reminisced about when we first entered university. For our last meal, we acted like men; no one shed a tear because of the farewell. We
ate from 5:30 PM to almost 10 PM. In the end, no one spoke. We knew the last meal was over, but no one wanted to be the first to stand up and leave.
Then my phone rang. It was E! She asked, "Are you finished eating?" I said, "That's about it."
She said, "I'll wait for you outside the restaurant where you're eating."
Then she hung up. My roommate stood up and said, "Brothers, let's go. We'll see each other again. It's not like we'll miss this meal."
This guy even winked at me. I knew he must have betrayed me. I had originally thought that after tonight, E and I would be done with each other.
Later, I asked my roommate,
and he said he couldn't help it. E told him that if E called me, I definitely wouldn't tell her where we were eating.
E said that after tonight, our relationship would be over. "Just let me see him one last time," he said. My roommate said that when he called, he looked so pitiful. It would be cruel for me to reject you again. Actually, I've always thought you two were a good match. I don't know why you broke up with her. I've never suggested you get back together because I think you must have your own reasons.
I haven't told anyone the reason I broke up with E.
When I saw her after going out with some friends, she greeted them. They smiled at me with ill intent and said, "XXX, a night of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold!" E heard this and smiled shyly. She came over, took my hand, and we strolled along the road. She said, "I've booked a room. Tonight is our last time together."
She smiled mischievously at me.
I thought, "More than..." She was shy at first, but now she's much more open with me. She's not shy at all about having sex in a hotel. When we got to the hotel, maybe it was because of the alcohol, or maybe because she knew we'd be separated starting tomorrow, I fucked her wildly. That night was the only time she moaned so loudly and passionately in the hotel .
We did it four times, and I was so tired that I lay down on the headboard. She put her arms around my waist and rested her head on my chest. She said, "Give me
your phone from my bag," and then she gave me hers. She took the phone, opened WeChat, and then opened the chat history between her and her mother. There were photos in the chat history, and she showed me the photos
—a thin boy. Her skin wasn't very fair, she wore glasses, and looked quite shrewd and capable. She said, "What do you think of this guy? My mom introduced him to me. His dad is the director of the XXX Bureau. He studied abroad and just came back
to work in our municipal government."
I said, "He's quite nice, a good match for you."
She said, "Really? Maybe I'll marry him after graduation."
Then she lay on my chest and said, "Come to our house and propose. As long as you go, I'll handle the rest."
I said, "Didn't we agree to break up after I graduate?"
She sat up, pointed at a photo on her phone, and yelled at me, "Do you want me to be with someone like this in the future? I don't want to be with him!!" She said "I don't want to be with him" and slammed her phone to the floor. Then she hugged me and cried, saying, "I want to be with you. Please go and propose to me." She
kept repeating this. I put my hand on her head and stroked her. I didn't say anything.
Suddenly, she leaned down and took my penis in her mouth, stroking it vigorously up and down. She was very fast, and soon I got hard. When she saw that I was hard, she sat on top of me and frantically stroked it up and down, deliberately making loud and lewd noises. She kept asking me, "Brother, do you like it? Don't you like it when I moan?" I think everyone on that floor heard me that night.
At that moment, I felt she had gone mad.
When I came to my senses, I wrapped her up in my arms and let her lie on top of me. I held her tightly, but her buttocks kept moving up and down as she continued to moan. Tears dripped onto my body.
I pressed her onto the bed and fucked her hard. She screamed loudly.
Later, I ejaculated and held her in my arms. Everyone was tired and soon fell asleep.
The next morning, when I woke up, she was still asleep. I didn't know if she was pretending to be asleep. I got dressed, kissed her on the forehead, and left.
Later, she would send me messages on WeChat about things at school and ask me how work was. I didn't reply to her messages, and she rarely contacted me anymore.
Knowing she was getting married soon, she asked if I was free to come visit her wedding.
I told her I was on a business trip in Northwest China and wouldn't be back until the end of the year.
On her wedding day, after she finished her makeup, she sent me a selfie. I replied, "You look beautiful in your Tang suit." She replied with a mischievous smiley face.
That night, around midnight, she sent me a photo. She was lying on her side, the blanket under her breasts, her two large, white breasts exposed. Behind her was the bespectacled man her mother had introduced her to, asleep on his back. She said, "It'll be over in five minutes. Can you come keep me company?" I was terrified. I immediately deleted her WeChat, QQ, phone number, and everything else. I felt this would eventually disrupt our lives, and my current wife and I were planning to get engaged after I returned.
And so, I completely broke off contact with her.
I've never told my wife about these past events. Although we now live together and argue about trivial things
, and she says I'm useless because of money, we've gotten along quite well. I don't regret my decision at all. If I had chosen E, I might be driving a luxury car and living in a villa, but I definitely wouldn't be happy. Everyone has their own ambitions. It's not that my choice was the best choice, but rather that you think it's the best choice.
After all, life is only a few decades long, and living the way you want is what makes it meaningful.
This article is purely my personal recollection. Some parts contain literary descriptions, but the vast majority are facts. Some people say it's like pornography, and some say they've read it (I can only laugh). Regardless of what you readers say, writing this history has made me feel much better, because I can't tell the people around me about this.
Finally, thank you for reading!
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