My Sexual History -- My Classmate Xiaomin

Tang Xiaomin is the younger sister of my high school classmate, Tang Qing. Back then, Tang Qing and I were best friends, and I often hung out at his house. Xiaomin was a few years younger than us and occasionally played with us. Once, we went to play by the river, and I even carried her across. At that time, I just thought of Xiaomin as the girl next door and never thought of anything more. Later, Xiaomin got married to a policeman. As a good friend of her brother, I went to give her a congratulatory gift. Seeing Xiaomin walk down the aisle in a sexy and revealing wedding dress, as a deeply hidden wolf, I felt a complex mix of jealousy and regret. But what could I do? There are many opportunities, and you only realize their value after you've missed them.

Later, after dinner, I went to a karaoke bar with a friend who had come from afar. I ran into Xiaomin there. She was dressed very fashionably and sexily, and greeted me warmly. My friend's eyes were practically glued to her. I invited her and her female companion to join my friend. She was poised and generous, and enthusiastically invited my friend to drink beer. I invited her to dance a slow dance. As we sat down to drink beer and chat, she told me that her policeman husband was often away on business trips, and she didn't get along well with her mother-in-law, so she was quite troubled. She said she was just hanging out with her friends and asked me not to tell her brother. I told her we were both adults, everyone has their own life, why should I tell him? She added, "Don't worry." She then said, "I thought you were honest, but actually you're not so honest." I felt a little embarrassed, but quickly came up with a clever idea. I said, "Xiaomin, you don't know, we've known each other for a long time, right? I even carried you across the river on my back! If it weren't for my relationship with your brother, I probably would have pursued you long ago." "Really?!" Xiaomin looked excited, as if she couldn't believe it. Another song started, and we danced again. Perhaps her friends noticed the special connection between me and Xiaomin, because they only invited other female companions and didn't bother us.

They dimmed the lights in the private room, and with the flickering and shaking, any small movements shouldn't be seen. Xiaomin leaned on my shoulder, her breasts pressed against mine. My hands roamed over her slender waist; her skin was so smooth, I could feel it even through her clothes. The music was suggestive, and the men and women in the private room were releasing their pent-up passion. Xiaomin and her husband were often apart, and she was at the peak of her sexual maturity, so she probably needed a man's comfort. Thinking this, I found myself getting an erection—a very hard, uncomfortable one. I had to excuse myself to the restroom. Xiaomin seemed to know something, as the music hadn't ended. When

I came out, Xiaomin followed. It was already past midnight, and there weren't many people around. I pushed open the door to a private room; it was empty. Xiaomin followed me in. I pushed her into the room, and she seemed quite cooperative. I turned back and closed the door, then pressed Xiaomin against the wall. First, I caressed her breasts through her clothes, then quickly slipped my hand inside her bra and directly touched her soft breasts. These were probably the best breasts I had ever touched—large, full, delicate, and elastic—truly the epitome of perfect roundness and smoothness. I remember a senior colleague saying that for a voluptuous woman, you have to vigorously knead her breasts for her to feel anything. So I squeezed them a little harder. Xiaomin was breathing heavily with her mouth slightly open. I wanted to kiss her, but she pushed me away. Maybe my breath reeked of alcohol made her uncomfortable. I pulled down her bra and tried to suck on her nipple. She seemed to tremble slightly. My hands went straight to her crotch... Suddenly, she seemed to wake up, pushed me away, and said, "Brother, no, they'll suspect something." She straightened her clothes as she spoke. I felt a little embarrassed. After she left, I went to the bathroom. My penis was engorged and wouldn't soften. I washed it several times with water before it got a little better.

The party finally ended, and we drove off, waving goodbye.

That night, I had a long chat with a friend. We talked almost all night long. We talked mostly about women and our experiences with picking up women. Of course, some of it was true and some was false. You know how vanity is for men. My friend said admiringly, "Boss, you'll get that little slut sooner or later. Share your spoils with us then!" It was then I realized I'd made a mistake in my haste; I'd forgotten to ask Xiaomin for her phone number. I didn't dare tell him she was my classmate's sister.

Later, my friend and I went to that KTV a few more times, but I couldn't find Xiaomin anywhere. I felt incredibly disappointed.

Because of my guilty conscience, I was a little embarrassed when hanging out with my classmate Tang Qing. Tang Qing, unaware of my situation, was quite the smooth talker about women when we guys were together, and he was good at summarizing his experiences—we all considered him an "expert." Little did he know, my quiet and reserved classmate was secretly plotting against his own sister.

One time, while Tang Qing was busy playing mahjong, I borrowed his phone to make a call and quickly found his sister's number. For someone with a determined heart, even the hardest things can be accomplished. I subtly learned that her brother-in-law was out on a mission again, and I was incredibly excited. I secretly texted Xiaomin, telling her who I was and asking what she was doing. Xiaomin's reaction was indifferent, and I was a little disappointed. I thought that maybe she was just acting on a whim that night, and life eventually becomes mundane. I didn't dare to think too much about it, after all, I shouldn't. I chuckled to myself for being sentimental and let the matter drop.

On a tedious rainy night, my wife went on a trip with her colleagues. I was feeling bored when I suddenly received a message from Xiaomin: "Brother, what are you doing?" I immediately replied, "I'm alone, feeling a bit down." She replied, "Me too, treat me to barbecue." "Okay, I'll find a good place and then pick you up." I was so happy I was almost flustered. I grabbed two condoms—no, three—and hit the road. I drove to a relatively upscale hotel in the suburbs, booked a room, and then contacted Xiaomin to go to where she was. Xiaomin was dressed beautifully, looking charming. She didn't dare sit in the passenger seat, afraid of being seen by acquaintances; she sat in the back. We drove past the barbecue area without her saying anything, and I drove her straight to the hotel.

In the car, I told her the room number, and after getting out, we went upstairs one after the other. I'm a meticulous and careful person, and since we lived in the same city, I was worried about running into acquaintances. Because I had already tasted her breasts in the private room at the KTV last time, I wanted to surprise her. When she entered, I was a little impatient, and my movements became somewhat rough and forceful. I roughly grabbed and kneaded her breasts, and she seemed to enjoy it. Her legs were tightly clamped around my head, and her delicate feet were sometimes crossed and rested on my back.

While I was licking her, I freed my hands to strip off my lower body, freeing my engorged penis that had been trapped in my pants for a long time. When I switched to a 69 position to lick her, my engorged penis pressed against her face, and she had no choice but to open her mouth to lick it. When she took my entire penis into her mouth, my tongue explored deeper into her vagina, stirring around... The clothes on our bodies were still inconvenient, so we had to stop and take off our own clothes. This time, I lay on my back on the bed, my head resting on two pillows, and Xiaomin knelt between my legs, licking and sucking my thick, straight penis. Xiaomin's breasts gently bumped against the inside of my thighs with her swallowing... That feeling made me feel like I was floating on clouds, light and airy, as if I were in paradise. The stimulation and pleasure were indescribable. I would occasionally reach out and grab her swaying breasts... I told Xiaomin that this was one of my favorite sex positions, and Xiaomin worked even harder

. Xiaomin said she was tired, and I knew it was my turn to move. I mounted her, thrusting in. The foreplay had been sufficient, so entry was smooth. A warm, soft sensation enveloped my penis, and Xiaomin exclaimed, "Brother, it's so big! So comfortable!" I didn't reply, focusing all my accumulated strength on thrusting. Xiaomin was very wet, making loud slapping sounds... Just then, my phone rang. I initially ignored it, but it kept ringing persistently, so I had to stop. To my surprise, it was Tang Qing calling. I answered with a mischievous grin,

"Brother Tang (because his surname is Tang, we call him Tang Laoya), what's up?" I felt a strange excitement. Xiaomin recognized his voice and blushed. I continued thrusting gently while answering the phone. Xiaomin shyly waved her hand to stop, but I deliberately didn't stop.

"Where are you? We're one short for mahjong, come quick!" Tang Qing was organizing another game, his favorite.

"I have something to do, I might not be able to come, brother," I said honestly.

"What could possibly happen? Are you messing around with some slut?" Tang Qing's brother always spoke in such a cowardly tone, we were all used to it, even though he was still a department leader.

"I really have something to do, I'll talk to you guys later." I hung up the phone after saying that, teasing Xiaomin beneath me, "Did you hear that? Your brother called you a slut!"

Xiaomin didn't say anything, just hugged my waist, leaning forward to wait for me to thrust more vigorously; she must have been excited too.

Finally, I ejaculated. Because we weren't using a condom, just in case, I pulled out and ejaculated on the floor, a thick puddle. Xiaomin said she hadn't expected so much. After calming down, Xiaomin lay in my arms talking. I told Xiaomin that when I came to her house back then, I actually really wanted to pursue her, but firstly, she was too young, and secondly, I was too close to her brother to ask her out. Actually, I wanted to sleep with her back then. Xiaomin said plaintively, "Do you know, you were the first man to carry me on his back! When I was on your back, I imagined you were my boyfriend." Xiaomin also told me that one of her best friends had been sleeping with her brother's classmate for a long time. She knew a lot about men from her best friend. The moment I heard Xiaomin utter the word "do," I felt incredibly aroused and immediately became hard again. I rubbed Xiaomin's two full breasts with my hands, and Xiaomin reached out and grasped my thick, hard penis, stroking it up and down.

My interest was rekindled. I climbed on top of Xiaomin, gently sitting on her two full breasts, letting her twist her body, letting her two stimulated, hard nipples rub against my buttocks. That soft yet firm touch was quite interesting. After a while, Xiaomin stopped moving. I placed my thick, straight penis between her two large breasts. She also squeezed her breasts together, letting the warm, soft flesh envelop my penis. I knelt on the bed and gently moved back and forth, letting my thick, hard penis be sandwiched between Xiaomin's creamy cleavage. Watching my engorged, shiny glans feel like a giant ship, moving between Xiaomin's peaks and troughs... Xiaomin laughed and said, "I never knew you looked so refined and honest, but you're so naughty behind my back! Your wife must love you to death. Tell me, where did you learn all these tricks?" I said, "Of course I learned them online! Your wife's breasts aren't even as big as yours. I can't compete with her!" Xiaomin looked a little smug.

I saw Xiaomin's mouth slightly open, a gentle smile on her face, her eyes dreamy. She was probably also immersed in a sea of desire. I playfully raised my body, my raging glans heading straight for her slightly parted mouth. Xiaomin cooperated, opening her mouth and taking the large glans into her mouth, stopping it from going any further. Her slender fingers gently caressed my testicles. It felt so good. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of her caresses... I stood up, and under Xiaomin's caresses, my penis was more swollen and erect than ever before. Xiaomin didn't seem to let it go either; she continued to lick the glans and shaft, her nimble tongue measuring the entire shaft back and forth. She even opened her small mouth, trying to take my testicles in as well, but of course, it was in vain. I experienced an unprecedented stimulation, something even my wife had never given me. I grew bolder, slightly parting my legs. Xiaomin seemed to understand my intentions, her tongue continuing to explore along my buttocks... Ahhh! I couldn't help but groan softly. Xiaomin had already licked my anus, that place where I defecated. She didn't seem to mind the dirt at all; she was attacking my chrysanthemum, her tongue curled into a sharp knife, trying to insert it again and again... This kind of anal licking treatment was something I had never experienced before. I couldn't help but say to Xiaomin, "Xiaomin, I love you!" Xiaomin didn't speak, continuing to let her actions speak for themselves. I think Xiaomin must love me very much, she's so devoted. Besides being a natural slut, only someone with a naturally promiscuous nature could understand this.

Although I consider myself quite sentimental, I also have my moments of indifference. I remembered the last time we sang at the karaoke bar, Xiaomin seemed to sing "The Most Romantic Thing." At the time, I thought she was just singing casually, but could she really be implying something? I was very moved. Perhaps in the unnoticed years of our lives, there is someone silently thinking of us, fantasizing about various endings, we just don't know it.

I laid Xiaomin down on the bed. Her lower body was already overflowing with desire. After I penetrated her, I thrust vigorously, the slapping sounds like a dense drumbeat, sounding the charge. I attacked again and again like a mad wolf. "Brother, what's wrong?" Xiaomin's expression was strange. "Xiaomin, you're so horny, I'm going to fuck you to death!" I said viciously. "Brother, slow down, I'm afraid you'll break," Xiaomin said anxiously. "Don't be afraid, Xiaomin, I love you so much, you're my woman!" I said firmly. "Brother..." Xiaomin actually cried, "Do you really want me?" "I..." I was stunned. That wasn't what I meant. Xiaomin might have misunderstood me.

I suddenly stopped moving, my penis still inside Xiaomin's vagina. I lay on her soft body, kissing her face haphazardly; her tears tasted salty. I said, "Xiaomin, I can't divorce your sister-in-law, I can't be with you. If I divorced your sister-in-law and got together with you, what would people think of us? We'd be drowned in gossip! We missed each other, and that's it. We can only blame ourselves for being destined to be apart..." Xiaomin was silent for a moment, then said unhappily, "I know." To cheer her up, I deliberately said, "I can't give you anything, except a ****." Xiaomin laughed and said, "I only want your ****!" I said, "See, I'm not a good man, cheating on my wife and your sister-in-law with you." Xiaomin said, "Me too, cheating on my husband with you." We both laughed. I said, "We're both a pair of adulterers, a pair of scoundrels. In the Arab world, we'd probably be stoned to death." Xiaomin said, "I'm willing to be with you." I didn't dare say anything more. A wise man once said that the worst thing about cheating is when the woman falls in love; the man is just too fake.

I climbed off Xiaomin. We were covered in a mixture of sweat, saliva, tears, and cum. We went to the bathroom to wash up together. I joked, "Others wash first before they do it, but we did it first and then washed!" Xiaomin said irritably, "Isn't it because you were in a hurry and hungry?" I said, "Who told you to be so greedy?" Xiaomin said quietly, "Now that you're full, will you come again next time?" I said, "Of course I will. After we wash up, we'll continue." Xiaomin laughed and said, "No, you go play cards with my brother and his friends, so they won't say you value your woman over your friends. I'm going home too; my mother-in-law is not easy to deal with." I couldn't force her, even though I was going to play mahjong with her all night.

After checking out and dropping Xiaomin off, I dressed smartly and drove straight to Tang Qing's mahjong battlefield. Tang Qing wasn't there; he'd just been called away to a meeting by his boss. Only his wife, Wang Yan, and a few other mahjong players were there. Seeing me dressed so neatly and arriving late, Wang Yan joked, "Handsome, my sister's not here. Where have you been off to meet your sweetheart?" I quickly replied, "No way! I rushed over as soon as you called. Oh, and on the way, I ran into Donald Duck's sister, Xiaomin. She looked so beautiful." Wang Yan said, "You only realize how beautiful she is now? Too late! When Tang Qing took you to his house, he already had the idea of you becoming his brother-in-law, but you just didn't understand. Sigh, it's because you're too dense!" I pretended to suddenly realize, "Sigh, why didn't you say so sooner? You made me delay for so many years!" Another woman said, "You're still not satisfied! You married someone as beautiful as Nini, and you still want to steal her. You men are really something else." At this point, several male mahjong players nearby became uneasy and launched a group attack.

I chuckled to myself, remained silent, and joined the mahjong game.

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