Unbelievable true story

This is a true story that happened to me, and it's still ongoing... I'm an ordinary-looking man, but I've had several unbelievable relationships. When I was a sophomore in college, I had a girlfriend studying at Taipei Commercial High School. She had a very sweet smile and an amazing figure; she was the kind of girl everyone loved. I always considered her an angel and never dared to have any improper thoughts.

Until my eighteenth birthday, I hosted a dance party at home. Due to poor planning, there were more men than women. I discovered that she was openly dancing with many of my classmates, seemingly unconcerned about some people deliberately touching her inappropriately. I was heartbroken.

That night, I was devastated when she got home because I saw the most notorious playboy in our class riding the coolest Yamahadt 125 SUV home on his back. Two days later, I received a call from her friend, and I heard something unbelievable on the other end of the line.

Her best friend told me, "That night, a classmate of yours took her home and had sex with her. But she realized she didn't love him, it was just a momentary infatuation, and she wants to meet you!"

Good heavens! Given my ignorance about sex at the time, I was completely stunned. I could only reply, "Is she alright?"

Her friend said, "She's fine. Would you like to see her?"

I thought for a moment and agreed.

When I saw her, she kept crying, repeatedly telling me how much she loved me and that she had truly only been momentarily infatuated. I felt genuinely sorry for her, but at that time, I was extremely conservative about sex. Although I occasionally masturbated, I was still a virgin. I told her, "I'm willing to remain good friends with you, but we can't have any romantic relationship anymore."

She suddenly became very angry! She said to me, "So all those times you said you loved me were lies!

We're never seeing each other again!" Then she left.

I was a little taken aback; I thought she didn't have the right to be angry! After that, I really didn't contact her again, but her friend became my close female friend. Her friends kept me updated on her activities. Through what they told me, I'm so glad I didn't continue the relationship. She kept having affairs, and worst of all, even after marriage, she continued to secretly see her pre-marital partner, constantly seeking sexual pleasure.

Looking back, I still feel incredibly sorry for her, because she was so beautiful! She looked a lot like Cui Lixin; I really don't understand what she was thinking.

During my fourth year of college summer vacation, at an off-campus social event, I met a fourth-year electrical engineering student surnamed Gong, who had just been elected president of the National Taipei Commercial College Women's Association. Her innocence, sweet smile, and big eyes quickly attracted me, and I started going to her school every day.

Because I had a car and went there frequently, we were quickly recognized as a couple by her classmates. We maintained a purely platonic relationship.

One weekend, I took her to climb the Emperor's Palace near our school. She was a slow walker, and we were still on the mountain past 5 PM. It was getting dark, and since she's very nearsighted, I had to carry her down the mountain. When we got to my car, I was exhausted and covered in sweat.

She looked at me with pity, and I couldn't help but kiss her. Then I hugged her passionately and started touching her breasts. I couldn't resist! I took off her clothes and kept kissing her mouth and breasts. It was our first time kissing, and I couldn't even touch her tongue.

Later, when I tried to take off her pants, she angrily pushed me away, and I stopped in my tracks! She was silent for a moment, then said, "Take me home, and let's not see each other again."

I was filled with immense regret. After taking her home, I said to her with a guilty look, "I really love you so much, I'm sorry!"

I truly loved her. For several days in a row, I went to her school to wait for her, but she always left in a hurry, ignoring my calls. I was heartbroken.

One rainy night, I went to her apartment building and waited for her after class. She still wouldn't talk to me, so I cried and begged her. She finally accepted me again. After that, I never made any rash moves and always treated her respectfully.

But I noticed her temper was getting worse, and she would constantly ask me to do strange things. In short, she was completely different in front of me than in public.

As the president of the YWCA, she was quite well-known at school and had many admirers, but I think her classmates probably had no idea that she had a dual personality. If I did something wrong, she would demand that I kneel down in public (not in front of her classmates, but in other public places) and loudly declare my love for her in public. Before this, I had always been very introverted and conservative.

Just before I joined the army, we went to Xitou together. She let me break through her defenses, but we were both very inexperienced. To this day, I don't know if I actually took her virginity that night, because her vagina was bleeding a little, and when I penetrated her, it felt very warm, as if I reached orgasm as soon as I touched her, but I don't think I fully penetrated her.

From beginning to end, she was very unenthusiastic, almost like she was just going through the motions, constantly asking me if I was done. I think she didn't enjoy it at all.

Later, I read some books and learned that she was considered a frigid woman because her nipples were inverted. After that night, she was always worried about getting pregnant and wouldn't let me touch her vagina with my penis again, only touch it. But having sex with her was really unpleasant. Until we broke up, I never touched her tongue when we kissed. That's how frigid women are.

During my military service, one night I examined the body of a soldier who had committed suicide by poisoning. Back at camp, the other investigators thought I needed to get rid of some bad luck, so they took me to a notorious brothel in Hsinchu. That time, I truly experienced what sex was like, but it also worried me for over two years because I hadn't used a condom. I never dared tell my frigid girlfriend about it.

Since that first real sexual experience, I truly loved the feeling. The way I used with my frigid girlfriend—touching her and then masturbating—could no longer satisfy me.

The second month after my discharge, she broke up with me, and I agreed without hesitation.

I always felt she was pure, and I was always confused about whether I had taken her virginity!

I almost forgot, there was an incident during my fourth year of college. At our annual elementary school reunion, a girl I hadn't attended in a long time showed up. She seemed to have blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Her conversation was genuine and natural, and her figure was stunning. I tried asking her out, and to my surprise, she readily agreed. (Perhaps back then, if you had a car, pursuing girls was easy!) After going out with her a few times, I found her incredibly innocent and thought I had finally found my ideal girlfriend. What I remember most vividly was her asking me why some eggs hatch into chicks while others don't. I was deeply moved by her innocence!

Because she attended a famous women's vocational school in northern Taiwan (now a college), I said, "The girls at your school are so popular; you must have many boyfriends." She replied, "You're my first boyfriend. My mom doesn't like me having boyfriends. I wonder if she'll scold me if I'm with you?"

Gentlemen, with my (naive) naivety back then, how happy I was! Hehe! When I was at Chenggongling during my winter break, I wrote her many letters, but she didn't reply. It wasn't until before the Lunar New Year when I had a temporary break to go home that I went to her neighborhood, hoping to wait for her (because when I called her, her family said she wasn't home). But then something heartbreaking and unbelievable happened. I saw her with my own eyes holding hands with a boy as they walked to an alley near her house. They started kissing, and the boy's hands kept groping her breasts and occasionally slipping under her skirt. She didn't seem to resist at all. Unfortunately, it was too dark, and I couldn't see her expression.

The two of them, thinking no one was watching, engaged in this act for about twenty minutes in a dark alley. Later, I saw her squat down, her mouth seemingly pressed against the man's crotch. Because I didn't understand sex much at the time, I didn't know what that action meant. Later, I realized she was likely performing oral sex on him. I left heartbroken.

One day on the street, we bumped into each other because we were too close to avoid each other. How embarrassing! I could only say, "Hi! Hello." And guess what she replied? She said, "I've kept all your letters, but my handwriting is terrible, and my writing isn't good, so I'm embarrassed to reply. Why don't you contact me anymore? I felt so happy with you!" I could

n't believe there were women who could be so good at pretending. But I was so innocent and naive back then; I didn't know how to say anything hurtful. I just said, "I'm too busy with my studies! Sorry! I'm in a hurry, goodbye!"

Just before I finished my military service and had been working for over a year before planning to study abroad, a woman who graduated from a teacher's college with a degree in early childhood education and had previously taught at a kindergarten joined our company.

I've always been attracted to girls who look innocent and cute, but unfortunately, I've been repeatedly deceived. Now, I've fallen deeply in love with this woman. My family never questioned my relationships before, but they immediately judged this girl as not being a good one. Like all rebellious teenagers, the more my family opposed it, the more I insisted on going against the grain. I always believed she was my true love, and everyone else was misunderstanding her.

One night, I was working overtime at the company. She had already gone home, but suddenly called me, saying my mother had called and scolded her, telling her not to bother me anymore. She was crying very sadly on the other end of the phone. I said, "I'll come over to you." She said, "No need, I'm already outside the company."

I immediately opened the iron gate (since I was alone, I had already lowered it). I had only opened it a little when I saw her crying her eyes out. I quickly embraced her and lowered the gate again. After the gate was completely closed, suddenly her lips pressed against mine, and her tongue, like a nimble snake, darted into my mouth.

I was truly startled! Even though I had had multiple sexual experiences during and after my military service, they were all transactional. I had never kissed a woman since, and previous kisses never involved tongue-to-tongue contact due to the other woman's frigidity.

After kissing her for about 20 seconds, my hand began to caress her firm breasts. She wasn't tall, but her breasts were truly impressive. She let out a scream that startled me, and she cried out, "No! No!" But her hands didn't stop me, and she kissed me even more passionately.

My hand slipped inside her clothes and lifted her bra. Her breasts were just as I had imagined, the kind that resembled Rie Miyazawa's, but her nipples were like Vivian Hsu's—slightly darker and larger. After I lifted her bra, she boldly slipped her hand inside my pants and started playing with my penis. I also reached under her skirt, pulled down her panties, and simultaneously laid her on the company sofa. She kept moaning.

After kissing her for another 30 seconds, her movements became increasingly bold, and her moans grew more intense. Suddenly, I realized with alarm that she wasn't the innocent girl I had imagined. Her every move was so practiced now, and I gradually began to believe my parents' words! My passion began to fade, my hands stopped moving, I pushed her away and stood up. I said to her, "I'm sorry! I don't think I love you."

Then I saw her most terrifying side. She glared at me angrily and said, "What! You clearly said you loved me, and even asked me to wait for you to finish your studies and come back to China. Now you say you don't love me? What are you talking about?!"

I had never seen such an angry woman in my life. I was a little scared. I said, "Because I suddenly realized you're not the woman I imagined."

She said even more angrily, "You're just like your idiotic parents, old-fashioned!" She then put on her clothes, opened the iron gate, and before leaving, turned back and said, "Xu Mu! You wait! I won't let you get away with this!"

The next day, I was filled with anxiety. I walked into the company late at night. She was already sitting in her seat, her expression calm, but there seemed to be traces of tears in her eyes, and a strange smile played on her lips.

I've always been popular with people at the company, but I felt that all my colleagues were talking to me strangely that day. Not long after, the boss called me in. He said, "I don't object to colleagues dating, but you've gone too far. How could you treat a girl like that?" He continued, "Xiao Hui cried this morning saying she didn't want to work here anymore. She said you invited her to the company last night and forced her to do 'that' with you. She resisted, but you still forced yourself on her. If she hadn't resisted so strongly and lied to you about having her period, you probably would have..." The boss stopped there.

My head felt like it was about to explode—I was furious! How could there be such shameless people in the world, like a thief crying "stop thief!"

The boss continued, "Do you know she could sue you? Yet she told her colleagues she loves you and believes you acted impulsively. Everyone comforted her for a long time before you arrived, and she calmed down. It's strange; you always seem so honest, how could you do something like this! How are you going to comfort her now?"

I knew she had achieved her goal. I told the boss, "I'm sorry! I'm resigning now."

Then I walked out, saying to her, "You succeeded!"

I left the company feeling very embarrassed. This incident made me completely trust my parents' judgment of character; the older generation has experience, after all. But this incident really made me afraid to date again for a long time (at least two years), and I even felt like leaving the country the next day. I

suddenly recalled a little episode from the second semester of my fourth year of vocational college—nothing sexual in it, but I still want to share this experience with everyone. I've mentioned before that in my time, students who could drive to school, especially vocational college students, were still a minority, and I was quite lucky. Even though my car was old and worn out, it was still very cool!

A close friend of mine was madly in love with a high school girl. He said, "That girl comes from a very strict family, and she's very obedient and listens to her mother. She never goes out alone with him; she always brings a classmate along. She also said her family has very strict rules and she can't be home past night. She's a rare gem."

Hearing my friend's description, I felt like I was a carbon copy of my elementary school classmate. So I told him about my "experience," which of course he didn't believe me. Then I suddenly had an interesting idea. I suggested to my friend, "Since she always brings someone along, why don't you take me with you next time you ask her out?" My friend agreed.

On the day of the date, I drove my car, deliberately dressed in a swaggering style. The two girls completely ignored my friend as soon as they got in the car, talking to me nonstop. As the day drew to a close, after dropping them off, my friend was a little dejected. He said to me, "They seem to really like you." I replied, "I don't think so." Actually, I was secretly planning my next experiment.

Just as I expected, two weeks later, the girl my friend liked called to ask me out. I said, slightly sarcastic, "Are you going out with your other friend? By the way, did you invite Zhengjie?"

She replied, "Didn't you say you were in the hiking club? I love hiking! They all said they don't like hiking, but I really want to go! Will you take me?" Because I really wanted to conduct an experiment, I agreed.

The girl was dressed very nicely that day, but she was too thin, not my type. I wanted to teach this materialistic girl a lesson and stand up for my friend! When I took her hiking, I didn't slow down at all, leaving her breathless. When she called for me to wait for her, I would say, "Hiking is fun because of this. It's my usual pastime. I don't have any other entertainment. If you don't like it, I won't take you again."

After hearing that, she would walk as fast as she could, panting, "No, no, I really enjoy hiking with you." Sigh! It must have been so hard for her!

Later, I could tell she was really running out of energy, so I stopped. I saw her face was flushed, and she was panting heavily. Suddenly, two streams of snot came out of her nostrils—she was completely disheveled! I said, "You look very tired. I think that's enough for today. Let's rest and go down the mountain!"

Once we got to the bottom, I planned to take her back, but to my surprise, she said, "It's still early! Let's go for a walk!" I had no choice but to reluctantly take her for a stroll.

It was past 8 PM, and I couldn't stand it anymore. I was about to take her home when she said, "I really want to spend more time with you." I couldn't help but reply, "Doesn't your mom forbid you from coming home after 10 PM?" Her answer was hilarious. She said, "That's with unsafe people. My mom said it has nothing to do with you."

Hearing her reply, I really wanted to burst out laughing, but I held it in and replied, "I've never met your mom. How would she know what kind of person I am? Little girl, don't be so vain! Don't treat my friend like that anymore. He may be a bit poor, but he's a really good boy. You've really let him down."

Then I saw an embarrassed face as she said, "I don't need you to take me home. I'll go home by myself."

After returning to school, I told my friend everything that had happened, shattering his dream.

Well, I'm almost at the happiest, most absurd, but also most memorable part of my life now. My three years studying in the United States have been truly unforgettable, filled with surprises, fulfillment, absurdity, joy, and sadness.

Although I arrived in the US with a formal admission permit, there was a condition: I had to score over 550 on the TOEFL or obtain the highest level certificate from the school's affiliated language school. So, with my sister's help, I obediently enrolled in the language school to study English, and I vowed to study hard for at most six months to pass the TOEFL.

After only a month, I discovered that America, especially San Diego, was incredibly fun. I quickly became friends with students from all over the world at the language school. Plus, my father gave me a brand-new Volkswagen sports car, which made it very convenient for me to go anywhere, so I made more and more friends. I'm also quite helpful; whenever new Taiwanese students arrived, I would busy myself greeting them, finding them apartments or homestays, and even teaching them to drive and get their driver's licenses.

Since my sister and I were both staying in the US, my father bought us a house for our convenience. It was a large house with a swimming pool, a bit old, but the surrounding environment was really nice. Because I own my own house, I've hosted quite a few parties. I know many girls, some there for master's degrees, some for bachelor's degrees, and many of them are beautiful and have great figures. However, I was really scared before, so I only maintain friendships with those pretty girls. Because I don't have a steady girlfriend, people think I'm a playboy, always chasing girls around.

One thing I still don't understand is why those girls really think I'm a gentleman. Once, I even drove with a girl until 4 AM, and because she was staying with a host family, the host almost called the police when she didn't return, which gave me a real scare. Due to my playful nature,

I gradually gained a small reputation among Chinese people, but also because of this, I never passed the TOEFL exam. A year is almost over, and my studies at language school haven't improved much, but I'm getting better and better at tennis and basketball.

At a party hosted by the president of my sister's school alumni association, my sister introduced me to her junior, who was about to graduate and return to China. The junior had a lot of things to sell, and my sister told her, "My brother knows a lot of people; he can help you sell some, and he loves helping girls."

She smiled and introduced herself as Hellen (not her real name, sorry). I introduced myself and asked for her phone number, promising to ask her friends. As it turned out, many of my friends bought a lot of things from her; even I bought her TV.

Two or three weeks later, she called to invite me to dinner. I went to her apartment, and she cooked a lot of dishes. We chatted a lot; she's really talented. She said she loves playing badminton and dancing, and asked me to invite her sometime. She only has two more months left in the US. Finally, she said she had something that was hard to sell: her ex-Japanese boyfriend had an Italian-made handgun, and she didn't know what to do with it if she tried to sell it at a gun shop.

I asked her to show it to me, and I was immediately captivated. Since I've always loved shooting (I served as an armorer in the Military Investigation Unit), and I also own a standard revolver, I immediately said, "Sell it to me!" She readily agreed.

For the next few days, I frequently visited her, inviting her to shoot and play sports. I'd never seen a girl shoot as accurately as me; she could even hit a 25-meter target by sticking a small yellow sticker on the target paper – truly amazing!

Her talents completely fascinated me, but unfortunately, she was still hung up on her Japanese boyfriend and consistently rejected my advances. However, because I visited her so often, my sister gave me some warnings. She said she'd heard some bad rumors about her from a friend of her junior's, and warned me to be careful. I wanted to ask for more details, but my sister refused to answer.

One weekend afternoon, after playing ball with her, we went back to my house together. When I got inside, I didn't see my sister, so I went upstairs to look for her. I was only halfway down the stairs when a disheveled boy I recognized rushed out of my sister's room—he was our tenant. He quickly ran back to his room. I pretended not to see him, went back downstairs, and called my sister's name loudly. She was also covered in sweat, her face flushed, and she seemed to be hurriedly putting on her clothes. She tried to sound calm and said, "You're back so early!"

At that moment, I felt very sad because I had always thought my sister was very conservative; I hadn't expected her to be like that. I replied, "Yes! Just got back! I'm going out to eat after I change. Do you want to come?" She replied, "No, you guys go ahead!"

I practically drove her as fast as I could, speeding towards the beach.

San Diego has stunning seascapes; on the winter night at the beach I visited, you could even see many seals. She seemed to sense my bad mood and asked me to talk to her. I told her how I felt, and she said, "Don't overthink it, we're all adults." Then we chatted about many other happy things until night fell, and neither of us wanted to leave.

Looking into her eyes, I really had an urge to kiss her. She seemed to notice, and I actually tried to kiss her. She flinched a few times, but finally let me. This was the first time I had ever kissed a girl so passionately. My long-suppressed desires seemed to explode in an instant. We kissed for more than ten minutes before she said to me, "Let's go back to my place!"

When I entered her apartment, I thought she would go into the kitchen as usual and cook her signature dishes for me.

To my complete surprise, she turned on some music first and then asked me, "Do you mind that I'm not a virgin anymore?" Without hesitation, I replied, "I don't mind (this is just to make it clear that I don't have a virginity complex, but I don't want to feel deceived)."

Suddenly, she drew the curtains, turned off the main light, and began to take off her clothes, one piece after another, until I saw her snow-white body. I had never seen such beautiful breasts before, round and firm, at least a D cup; her nipples were especially beautiful, a lovely red, and so small, almost like the pearls in bubble tea; she loved sports, so her body curves were very attractive, radiating sexiness, and my penis was already erect.

Before I could do it myself, she undressed me, and when she took off my underwear and grasped my penis with both hands, I almost ejaculated, barely managing to swallow hard to hold back.

My hands seemed completely frozen. I didn't know if I should touch her. She asked me, "Do you love me?" I immediately answered, "Yes." Her face lit up with joy, and she kissed me passionately. I hugged her tightly, and she whispered, "Don't rush, we have all night." I was overjoyed!

She told me to lie down first, and she pressed her beautiful body against mine, beginning to lightly lick my ear with the tip of her tongue. I could feel my blood rushing through my body. Her technique was superb; every inch of my skin felt incredibly pleasurable wherever her tongue touched!

As she licked, her hands began to caress my penis, making it even harder. Suddenly, her tongue began to lick the head of my penis. This was my first time experiencing oral sex, and the feeling was unforgettable. As soon as she started sucking my penis, I couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated. Every pore on my body involuntarily contracted; it felt so good. I quickly came to my senses and realized: how could I have ejaculated in her mouth like that? I

immediately got up and apologized to her, "I'm so sorry, you're so amazing! I couldn't help it, that's why..."

Who knew she would look at me tenderly, then swallow the semen I had ejaculated into her mouth in one gulp before replying, "It's okay, it just shows you don't have much experience."

Her answer made me a little embarrassed. Actually, ever since I lost control while in the army, I had been frequenting prostitutes. It wasn't that I had no sexual experience, but her body was truly the best I had ever seen, and I had never tried oral sex before. However, since she said that, I had a way to save face, so I replied, "This is my first time, I'm sorry to disappoint you (thinking back, I was really shameless at the time)."

She then said, "Little..." "Fool, you don't know that sometimes when you're having sex, seeing others satisfied makes you satisfied too."

She pulled me to take a shower, and as she rubbed my back, my penis involuntarily hardened again. She saw this and smiled gently: "You look great!" I replied, "It's because your body is so beautiful."

I began an aggressive assault, caressing her breasts that any man would love, and teasing her nipples from time to time. She began to moan without reservation, her cheeks flushing. I then touched her vulva and found it was already incredibly wet. Her moans grew louder, and I carried her back to the bed. This time, I took the initiative, aiming at her beautiful vulva and quickly inserting my penis.

Before, when I was with prostitutes, they would always say that mine was very long, as if it reached all the way to the cervix. I thought that was just prostitutes being polite, but I didn't expect her to say the same thing to me. She stopped moaning and started screaming wildly. You might not know this, but in a three-story apartment on the West Coast of the United States, where everything is made of wood, her voice was incredibly loud. If she hadn't been playing music blasting, the neighbors would have heard her clearly.

I penetrated her from the front for a while, and she asked to switch to a doggy-style position, constantly moving her hips to match. I can only say her skill was truly amazing, coupled with her unrestrained screams; you would definitely feel incredibly satisfied if you were in her shoes. Just as I was about to climax, her experience was indeed remarkable; she sensed it perfectly and immediately pulled my penis out, preventing me from ejaculating inside her.

[The End]

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