A brief discussion of the men who have entered my body

As mentioned before, I lost my virginity to my high school classmate when I was 17. To put it simply, we had sex roughly once a week, at most every two weeks, usually when neither of us was home, or when his parents weren't around. I can say that almost every time, he completely satisfied me. Also, as I mentioned before, because he had training twice a week, the school was practically deserted after that. The classroom became my place for oral sex. I don't remember exactly how many times we did it in the classroom, but I want to mention something interesting: I don't know when it started, but he liked to change seats so I could give him oral sex. He sat in every single seat in the classroom, and I would kneel down and suck his penis. It's funny yet exciting, really. The chairs of about 50 classmates all bear our marks. But we never had sex in the classroom; we were too scared back then. Later, we stayed together from our second year of high school until graduation, about a year. There were many happy and beautiful stories during that time. I won't go into the details of our love story; I don't want to write a long love story about it. Some feelings are indescribable, better left to myself.

Later, after the college entrance exams, I stayed in the city for Sichuan University, while he went to a university in another city, which meant our fate was to separate. But that last summer vacation was also our most passionate and intense period. The end of the college entrance exams relaxed everyone; parents weren't so strict anymore, and we had more freedom to play outside. We made love passionately. Although we had a year of experience, the feeling was still so intense and craving. I remember that it wasn't that I lacked self-protection awareness; I just felt it was more comfortable for us that way, so I rarely asked him to use a condom. Every time, he would ejaculate inside me forcefully, and I loved the feeling of that warm, overflowing substance filling me. Everyone knows that emergency contraception is effective within 72 hours, or three days. We would often have sex continuously for those three days, and then I would take the pill on the last day.

During the summer vacation, our parents would be at work, so we would have sex without restraint at home during the day. Every afternoon, he could have sex with me 4-6 times in a row, maintaining this state for several days in a row. Young men always have more energy, and besides, he certainly had strong sexual ability. Every time, he ejaculated completely inside me. He had a hobby: he liked watching his semen slowly flow out of my genitals, saying it gave him a great sense of satisfaction. He also took many photos of my genitals with his phone, and I know he still keeps them, just as I do on my computer. Thick, white semen seeping from my wet genitals—it was the most direct evidence of conquest and being conquered! During

that final holiday before we parted, my body was practically filled with his semen, and I even swallowed it for the first time. He asked me to; he said a girl who swallows a boy's semen will become more obedient, so I did. It tasted a little fishy, and it felt sticky in my throat, so I had to drink water. In short, that period can be described as a holiday filled with sex. We did it tirelessly, experiencing orgasms most of the time. During orgasms, my whole body would tremble involuntarily under his crotch, only to be met with even more intense thrusting—the feeling was like floating on clouds.

Yes, I spent the summer after graduating high school happily under his crotch. My genitals, my mouth, my face, my whole body were covered in his semen. I carried all of that into university! ~

I remember last time, I think I already mentioned it, after the college entrance exam, we went to university. At that time, we thought we were separated because we got into different universities and different cities. For the first few months after that, we still talked on the phone and texted frequently, but I don't think I need to describe this long-distance relationship anymore. Although we still liked each other, I could sense that he might have a new girlfriend. I didn't blame him because I understood the loneliness of being alone, so we tacitly agreed. I won't go into more detail here, let's move on to the next topic.

University life is always rich and free. After entering the university, two boys in the same year pursued me, but since I had a boyfriend at the time, I never agreed to date them. As I gradually drifted apart from him, I slowly grew closer to one of the boys. He might not have been the sunny type like my ex-boyfriend, but he was really good to me. I believe girls aren't averse to guys who treat them well, so after getting to know him better, I decided to be with him. There was another guy who seemed nice too, but I don't know if it was a matter of feeling or what, I didn't choose to be with him. But he still liked me and even clung to me.

Holding hands, kissing, hugging—everything happened naturally. As for our first time, I think it was premeditated. It was a weekend evening. We were out quite late before heading back to school. While going back to the dorm late wasn't necessarily a big problem, it was still awkward to knock on the door so late. I was a little hesitant. Then he said to me, "Why don't we just stay out and not go back?" Actually, I already knew what he meant by that, and I knew what would happen if I agreed, but in the end, I agreed after his pleading.

In a hotel room, after showering, we finally slept together, both wearing only underwear. He slowly began to kiss me and caress my body. I didn't deliberately resist, because I liked him too. I knew what was coming next. We embraced on the bed, and he pulled my hand to his genitals, touching his penis through my underwear—it was very hard. He also caressed me, trying to undo my bra. The passionate encounter was long, perhaps lasting about 20 minutes, until he finally stripped me naked and we lay on the bed. With his underwear off, I could clearly see his erect penis—long, straight, without a foreskin, with a mushroom-shaped glans—which, in my mind, should be a very beautiful and clean penis. After a brief period of adjustment filled with rapid breathing and gentle caresses, he finally entered my body. To be honest, since breaking up with my last boyfriend, I hadn't truly been intimate with a man's body for several months. Being penetrated again, especially with my second penis, felt very special. The first time only lasted about 3-5 minutes before he ejaculated. I didn't ask him if he was a virgin, and he didn't ask me either. Perhaps he could tell from my behavior that I wasn't, so he didn't ask. I'm grateful he didn't ask an embarrassing question in that situation. After a short rest, there was another round of intense thrusting. We did it four times that night, and it was all wonderful.

The details aren't what I want to describe; what's important is my psychological feeling. I think every girl, at least most, who has had sexual experience before, will subconsciously make comparisons after a second encounter. This is a common topic of discussion among close female friends. That day, when we were together, I naturally recalled and compared it to my past relationships. His penis wasn't small, and as I've mentioned before, it was actually quite nice, but it wasn't nearly as thick as my previous boyfriend's. And when he was with me, it was actually quite good; he was attentive to my feelings, offering both intense strength and gentle tenderness. If I hadn't had my previous boyfriend, I would definitely have thought he was wonderful. But he didn't give me that feeling of being fiercely conquered that I had before, and importantly, while I felt pleasure, I didn't reach orgasm. That was my impression of him and our first night together sexually.

Anyway, for a while afterward, we went through a wild period together, despite subtle changes in my mindset and many unexpected twists and turns. More on that next time!

Since we got together, campus life has had someone to keep me company. And with sex, once you start, you'll want to do it again. Young bodies naturally have more opportunities to connect. We mostly went to the short-stay apartments outside the school gates. University students can't always afford expensive hotels, and those cheap short-stay apartments are available near almost every school. They're family-style rooms, with different couples doing their own thing in different rooms. It's kind of funny, but that's real life. And even though we knew there were people next door, we couldn't help but make noise. I'm sure everyone could hear us, because most of the time I could hear the sounds from the next room too. In some places with really bad soundproofing, you could even hear the sounds of our bodies colliding; sometimes it felt like an adult game. Of course, there were quieter times, probably when we covered ourselves with blankets.

Also, I think most people have had the experience of having sex in the open. There's a secluded grove of trees at Sichuan University where many couples go at night. I can say with certainty that I've seen many discarded condoms there. Outdoor sex is really exciting. Sitting on her, I'd pull his penis out of his trousers and thrust like that, or I'd be penetrated from behind. This is especially convenient in the summer, wearing a skirt. If someone walks by, no one will know that you're sitting on him with only a hard penis under your skirt.

Having said all that, what really excites me isn't these moments. To be honest, my sexual ability isn't as good as my first boyfriend's. I could feel that he didn't fully satisfy me. But one unexpected event brought me to a very intense orgasm, which further convinced me that my orgasms require psychological stimulation.

That time, we were having sex in a rented room outside the school, on a weekend, probably around 11 pm. He was thrusting on me when my phone received a text message. It was right next to my head. I picked it up and saw it was from the guy I mentioned earlier who was pursuing me. He knew I had a boyfriend but still kept bothering me. This time, he sent those sweet, affectionate messages again. Of course, my boyfriend saw it too. I didn't want to reply, but he insisted. Every time I thought about it, I replied with a strange feeling. I could feel him suddenly thrusting into me very violently after I replied. When the other guy texted again, he told me what tone to use to reply. Later, he started sending messages like "I really like you," and "I miss you so much." My boyfriend was very happy about this, saying things like, "I'll fuck you well for him," and "He likes you, but you're being fucked by me." I found that this kind of language seemed to arouse me. Imagine a guy saying "I love you," "I miss you," and waiting for your text, while you're being fucked by another guy—that feeling is really special.

I think at the last moment, he sent a message saying, "Is your boyfriend good to you? I'll wait for you forever." My boyfriend suddenly yelled very excitedly, "Let him wait for you, until I've fucked you enough, then let him pitifully go get a jerk!" I felt a convulsion throughout my body, and with his violent thrusting, I felt like I was flying, reaching a very pleasurable orgasm…

Later, I realized that my orgasm wasn't actually given to me by my boyfriend, but by the guy who was pursuing me. He probably will never know that he actually made the girl he liked reach orgasm under someone else's crotch. It's strange, ironic, and I'll always remember that feeling…

The last time I talked about it was about my experience renting a room near the school with my second boyfriend, and how some text messages from another boy at that time created certain feelings. Even after the passion subsided, I still felt quite awkward. This kind of thing can happen once or twice, but you can't get addicted to it, otherwise it's an insult to others and makes you seem abnormal. Of course, I think men might prefer this kind of feeling a bit more. Something similar happened again later, which I'll talk about later.

Honestly, most college students' sex lives only happen in a few places. A few might be in expensive hotels, but most usually occur in cheap hotels outside the school, or in the woods on campus, or in dormitories or empty classrooms. And sometimes, it's not necessarily about actually doing it completely; it's just that the environment restricts us from doing things like sex or oral sex.

We did it in an empty classroom at night. There are many classrooms open at night for students to study, but not every classroom is occupied. So that time, we found an empty classroom, went in, turned off the lights, locked the door, and no one would come in. It was a very exciting feeling; I even felt like I was filming a movie. I had never done it in such a special place before. I sat on the desk, and he stood; the height was just right, his penis could just fit inside me. Of course, it was impossible to completely take off our clothes there. I was wearing a skirt, so I only needed to take off my underwear, and he only needed to pull down half of his pants. That position didn't tire him out much; he just held me while I sat on the desk, standing and thrusting his hips. I could also lie on the desk, making it very easy for him to lift my legs and thrust. Although lying on the hard, cold desk might have been a little uncomfortable, the psychological feeling was incredibly stimulating. The classroom was empty, with the sounds of people passing by downstairs outside the window. No one knew that two bodies were frantically uniting inside. I didn't dare shout too loudly, afraid of being heard by those passing by the door, but sometimes I couldn't help but moan…

He stood between my legs, thrusting effortlessly because he didn't get tired, his hands lifting my legs or squeezing my breasts. Usually, during sex in bed, you feel the man on top is very energetic, but this position seems very relaxed, which actually makes it quite stimulating for me. Doing this in a classroom where we usually study during the day creates a stark contrast. Watching him thrust into me so easily, it felt like I was a toy being effortlessly manipulated. Just thinking about it made me moan uncontrollably… We

had this experience several times. I don't know if anyone ever heard moans coming from a classroom, or if anyone ever found the condoms we left under our desks. But I can say for sure that during my school years, I found condoms and packaging on the classroom floor twice. So I believe there must have been couples outside of school who also engaged in passionate encounters in those empty classrooms, leaving behind traces of the girl's moans and the boy's semen. Youth, though chaotic, is something that happens only once…

Love is always beautiful, whether it's infatuation, dependence, or habit. Everyone caught in the web of love experiences happiness and sweetness. But many relationships eventually end, for various reasons, just like mine and his. Friction gradually eroded the reasons for our love. The reasons and process of the breakup aren't my focus here. In short, during that period, we experienced so much – sweet and heartbreaking. The end of a relationship is as natural as its beginning, and I accepted it calmly.

Summer vacation, my freshman year ended just like that, and so did another relationship! Meeting someone else – it was both accidental and inevitable. He was a friend of a friend. I met him at a friend's gathering, we ate and sang together. Later I found out that my friend had deliberately invited him out to introduce me, hoping to set us up. Afterwards, the guy told my friend he hoped to help me pursue me. Heh, actually, if I thought about it carefully, he was definitely my type: 180cm tall, with a sunny and healthy vibe, an arts and sports student at another university's sports college, supposedly an excellent swimmer.

Of course, at first, I didn't know his feelings. Although I thought he was quite handsome, I didn't have any other thoughts. Gradually, he started calling me more often, asking me out and stuff. The most interesting thing was that I later found out he was a boy who liked playing soccer and would often team up with his friends to challenge other teams to matches. So, naturally, his invitations to me included being part of their cheerleading squad to cheer him on.

To be honest, it was quite hot, and I didn't really want to go out, but since we had agreed on something, and he had been treating me quite well lately, I went as promised, even under the scorching sun.

Actually, my second boyfriend wasn't a fan of sports, so I hadn't been to the sports field to watch the boys for a long time, haha. Watching a group of boys running on the grass, it seemed like the field was their battlefield, their paradise of joy. Although everyone was sweating profusely and panting, I felt that their agile running carried inexhaustible strength and vitality. That feeling reminded me of my first boyfriend. Back then, at 17, I was watching a boy playing soccer, seeing the sunshine radiating from his body. The feeling was so similar, truly a feeling of first love!

So, perhaps it was these girlish thoughts and my own unique feelings that made me, intentionally or unintentionally, start paying attention to them too. I don't know if you girls agree with this, but it was my classmate who said that most of the highlights of the school were on the sports field, and I completely agree, and I think you'll agree too. His friends were mostly sports students, so they all seemed to possess such masculine charm. To be honest, several of those boys playing soccer had physiques that could attract girls, and he was one of them. The first time I saw him playing, his charisma was irresistible. Because it was so hot, he took off his jersey, revealing a muscular physique that exuded masculinity. In terms of build, he might even have been better than my first boyfriend, since he was still younger and developing. His long, slender, and strong thighs were covered in thick, dark leg hair. I would describe that look as wild yet sexy.
I won't shy away from saying that this is the kind of guy I love most. As I mentioned before, this feeling makes me particularly drawn to the allure of gender differences. But not every guy possesses these qualities. Of course, different types have different strengths, but for me, this is what attracts me most. That day, there were probably three or four others playing soccer with him who shared this vibe, so when they all radiated this energy together, it was even more striking. As a woman, watching a group of men playing soccer, running energetically, kicking the soccer ball fiercely, their young, strong bodies brimming with the vibrant energy of leopards! From a nostalgic

perspective, this was the first time I developed a different kind of affection for him, and the first time I noticed a boy's body again. I think this is related to my long-held psychological state and plot, which laid a large foundation for our later mutual affection and relationship. Feelings are indeed very important.

Perhaps I should also mention another detail, hehe, that day I also saw his bulging genitals. I was thinking that this so-called erection, apart from being absolutely visible in the swimming pool, seems to only be seen when playing soccer and wearing soccer shorts. Moreover, I've heard many other girls talk about this, some thinking it's "ugly," and others just glancing at it and moving on. But just as women's breasts are seen by men, men's occasional protrusions are also noticed by the opposite sex! And that day, among those soccer boys, one was really obvious, a big bulge that was even jiggling. I even suspected he might have an erection, hehe. However, girls generally don't think about a guy's genitals in isolation. For me, it's only when he's wrapped in athletic shorts that I think about the vitality within.

As we got to know each other better, I felt more and more that he was a passionate guy, which made me fall even more in love with his charm. Just like our first hug and first kiss, it was a fiery, aggressive feeling.

It was again at the soccer field where I was watching him play with his friends, it was probably in the evening. There were several girls there that time, probably his friends' girlfriends. Of course, most of the girls and their boyfriends were much closer to him than I was, because we had only been dating for a short time and hadn't developed any real intimacy yet. Besides offering water and wiping sweat, they naturally had help around them during breaks. They'd help with everything, from handing out water to wiping away sweat. They'd also help with things like cleaning up after the players.

That time, his water ran out, and since he was also resting, we went to a small stall next to the court to buy some. We walked back slowly, and as we walked, he suddenly said... He wanted me to feed him, which was quite funny. Sometimes, a guy's occasional coquettishness can be kind of cute :) And just as we got close like that, he suddenly hugged me and said he really liked me. Actually, I understood. We'd been together for a while, but apart from holding hands, we hadn't had any other intimate contact. His sudden, bold move today made it seem like it came from the bottom of his heart and his most primal impulse. I like him, so I won't refuse; in fact, I was hoping he would take the initiative like that. We hugged and talked, of course, expressing our deepest feelings. Those feelings were so tender; I think this is the feeling every girl feels when held by her beloved.

We hugged tighter and tighter, and gradually I could clearly feel the hardness of his penis. Even through the thin basketball shorts, his erection couldn't hide the clear feeling of us pressed together. Suddenly, my heart raced and I blushed, and his next move brought that feeling to its peak. He suddenly leaned me back against the wire fence surrounding the court, pinning me firmly against it. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. It was a light, intense kiss, I think because the embrace had uncontrollably released his hormones. I actually quite enjoyed the feeling of being kissed so fiercely against the wire fence like a wild animal; I hadn't felt this thrill in a long time. At that moment, he was closest to me, his hands holding my head as he kissed me; my hands were around his waist, or rather, a little lower. His buttocks felt so firm and powerful; my hands seemed to be holding his strong backside. The urge between a man and a woman was expressed between us. For a few seconds, I felt as if his buttocks were heaving like waves, his strong thighs and the bulge between his shorts pressing against me repeatedly. I felt like I couldn't help but moan softly… I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I think it was real!

It was at this moment, I think, that his friends saw us. Shouts and cheers came from the sidelines. They all saw him and me kissing passionately on the sidelines, and they were yelling like ghosts howling. One voice was shouting, "Bring her over! Bring her over!" Even though we were already separated, he actually grabbed my waist and lifted me up, carrying me over. The feeling of being suspended in the air made me realize that I was actually covered in sweat, which I think was his sweat. I buried my head in his chest, feeling his masculine scent, and heard his friends' incoherent shouts. This feeling was truly special, and it truly awakened my desire as a woman to be protected and conquered. Yes

, when he carried me over and put me down to sit on the ground, a word suddenly came to mind: trophy. Suddenly, I seemed to understand why ancient warriors always described women as trophies. Sitting on the bench, my face flushed, watching him being teased and mocked by his friends, I felt that I already belonged to him... And there was another small detail that made me think he was so cute, yet so manly—that silly guy's crotch was still bulging and standing up, although not as scary as when he was fully erect earlier, but the bulge in his basketball shorts, I think others had already seen it!

Our first intimate encounter also happened that summer vacation, at my home.
During holidays, my parents were always at work, so I was often home alone. After that close contact with him, our dates naturally involved holding hands, hugging, and kissing goodbye, just like other couples, simple, natural, and pure. That day, no one was home either, so it was his first time visiting my house. We went online, watched TV, and chatted together.

Because we were in my bedroom, we unknowingly ended up fooling around on the bed. We started by telling jokes and laughing merrily by the bedside, but slowly I realized he had unconsciously pinned me down. The laughter naturally stopped, replaced by a deep, lingering gaze. Love often stems from the exchange of glances; when two lovers look tenderly at each other, the feeling of their hearts fluttering is incredibly beautiful! Then came the transition from light kisses to passionate kisses. Two young, loving bodies, embracing tightly through a layer of clothing, passionately kissing—it was only natural for both of us to have primal reactions. I felt his erection pressing against me again; the feeling was so stimulating and intense…

After a few sweet words, he gently pulled my hands down to his groin. I instinctively flinched slightly, but at his pleading, I finally placed my hands fully between his legs. Still wearing his athletic shorts, I could clearly feel the hardness between his legs in my hand. I had never truly touched or seen that area before, and when I placed my hand there, my first thought was, "Wow, it's huge!" I felt like my hand couldn't contain it… Just like that, squeezing his genitals through his shorts, the first contact felt incredibly stimulating to him, his breathing heavy. Of course, this couldn't continue for long, so he finally stood up and began to take off his clothes and shorts.

It was also the first time I'd seen him almost naked. His dark skin, his muscular physique, especially his abdominal muscles, his strong, log-like thighs, and his thick body hair—every inch of him exuded masculine beauty. As I mentioned before, his physique was even better than my first boyfriend's. My eyes couldn't help but fall on the large bulge between his legs, the huge bulge in the front of his underwear, his masculine features displayed right before my eyes. Before I could even "admire" it, he had already taken off his underwear, completely naked, facing me like this for the first time. At this moment, he made my heart race even faster. His firm buttocks were adorned with a huge organ, erect and sticking out in front of me. There was no need to use words to describe his genitals. It was the first time I had seen his magnificent lower body in person, and the only feeling

I had was shock. That day, he didn't make any sexual advances. Apart from stroking my upper body, he hardly touched my genitals. It seemed that he was still a shy and reserved boy, not so eager to go to bed immediately. And coincidentally, my period was almost over, so I had a physical resistance, although my heart was beginning to waver strongly. That time, we caressed each other like this, and it was another first time. It was the first time I held his penis in my hand. The moment I held it, I felt my hand trembling. It was so hard and big, as thick as my first boyfriend's, and naturally bigger than my second boyfriend's. Another feature of his was his especially large balls, a heavy bundle in my hand, which made me particularly fond of it.

So, on the bed, he caressed my body, and I played with his penis. After more than ten minutes, he let out an exciting growl. I could clearly feel the thick organ in my hand trembling. His buttocks also rose up, and when his penis was at its peak, he suddenly spurted out his fluid, a lot of it. I like watching the moment a man ejaculates, and he was especially outstanding in this respect, expressing the "ejaculation" perfectly. The white fluid splattered onto my sheets in streams... After that, we hugged each other, and the distance between us was once again pulled very close.

After he left, when I was making the sheets, I could still smell the hormonal scent he had left behind not long ago, and the traces of fluid from his youthful body were still there... Yes, that's how it was; between him and me, the first traces of our love remained...

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