The experience of seducing a 19-year-old college student

While I was on a business trip, I received a call from an acquaintance. His friend's daughter had been accepted into a university in my city and had already completed her first semester. He hoped I could look after her if I had time. I readily agreed, but didn't really think much of it.

Back at the office, I was busy with projects and didn't pay any attention to it. One day, I suddenly received a call asking if I was so-and-so. It was a very young girl's voice on the other end. I immediately recognized her as the girl. I invited her to dinner. However, I was very busy that day and didn't leave the office until very late. I apologized on the phone and drove directly to her school. We agreed to meet at the school gate. I didn't really have any ulterior motives; in fact, I felt a little annoyed. I only went out of politeness because of our friendship.

Parking was difficult in front of the school, and I struggled to find an empty spot far away. I parked and walked towards the school gate. From a distance, I saw a girl at the gate; she had a great figure and long, flowing hair. I was immediately drawn to her, thinking, "This girl is really nice." As I got closer, I called her number, and it was indeed her. I quickly apologized and suggested we go eat. She said she had already eaten; the school cafeteria opened early, and she knew I was busy, so she ate first. I said it was no problem, and she could watch me eat. She smiled gently; she was a very youthful and beautiful girl. It was early spring, and the evening was still a bit chilly. She was wearing a coat over a long skirt and boots. I could smell that she had just showered. I thought she was a clean and polite girl. Seeing her face was a little pale from the cold, I quickly took her to find something to eat.

We found a restaurant called Nanbang Guocai. We ordered some random dishes and let her help herself. She said she wasn't hungry, so I started eating without a second thought. She secretly laughed at my messy eating. After a while, when my hunger subsided, I finally got a good look at this girl. She was healthy and full of energy. Her eyes were as pure as jade. It was a bit warm in the restaurant, so she took off her coat, revealing her full breasts. I don't know when it started, but my little brother was already hard. I was determined to get her.

Then, while eating, I told her about my university life. I'm naturally eloquent, and with years of experience navigating the social world, I had this freshman girl completely captivated, laughing incessantly. I sensed a softening, more intriguing look in her eyes, and I secretly rejoiced. After we finished eating, I ordered some takeout for her to take home. She declined. I explained that I was also a student. Everyone knows you're out eating; if you don't take something home to appease your dorm mates, things will get difficult for you later. She didn't insist. I drove her to her dorm, telling her to keep in touch and call me if she needed anything. I told her to treat me like her older brother. Then I left.

For a while afterward, we frequently exchanged text messages. I took her out every weekend. Gradually, she started treating me like a younger sister to her older brother, often acting spoiled.

Then a big project came up, requiring me to be away for almost a month. I deliberately didn't call or reply to her texts. She got very worried and called me several times, but I hung up on her. Near my return home, I had dinner with a client and drank a lot. Although I looked and sounded very drunk, I knew exactly what I was doing. Back in my room, I called her, speaking to her in a slurred, drunken voice. She screamed on the other end, "Brother, how much have you drunk! Are you okay?" That was the effect I wanted. Then I started rambling on about how hard I worked, how terrible my boss was, and how awful my client was. We talked on the phone for over an hour, until she was teary-eyed. Then I hung up the phone and went to sleep, feeling content.

The afternoon I told her I was going home, she called to ask if I was back and wanted to treat me to dinner. I declined, saying I had business to report and didn't have time. I could tell she was disappointed and a little sad.

A week later, on the weekend, I suddenly called her again to invite her to dinner. She was very happy. I went to her dorm to pick her up on time. She came downstairs, full of energy. She had taken a shower and smelled wonderful. It was already warm, and she was wearing a green dress. Her breasts seemed fuller. She was 1.67 meters tall, with long legs, but slender calves. Very elegant. Looking at her legs made me a little uneasy.

After dinner, we went to a bar. I told her I had to drive and couldn't drink, but she could drink as much as she wanted. She was very happy that day and drank quite a bit of beer. Then she let her hair down and dragged me to go dancing. I tentatively took her hand, and she didn't resist. We clasped hands tightly, and she didn't resist either. I put my hand on her waist, and she resisted slightly, but I held on firmly, and she gave in.

We didn't leave the bar until very late. She was a little drunk and very tired. I didn't say anything. I made her fasten her seatbelt and close her eyes to rest. Then we went straight home. It was her first time at my house. When we were swiping our card at the entrance of the complex, she opened her eyes and asked where we were. I said it was my house. She said no, she had to go back to her dorm. I said, "Look at the time, can you still get back?" She said no, she had to say goodbye to her classmates, otherwise they would worry. Then she took out her phone and said, "Wow, so many missed calls." Then I started talking to her classmate. I heard her say, "I won't be going home tonight, I'll stay at a relative's house. Don't worry about me."
Then she hung up. I thought, "Damn, she's practically offering herself up, so don't blame me."

Once inside, I showed her around the rooms. Her family was well-off, so she wasn't shy or hesitant. She saw a picture of my girlfriend, picked it up with interest, and said, "Your girlfriend? She's very pretty." I said, "Yes, she's even prettier in person." She was a little surprised and said, "Then why don't you marry her?" I said, "What does a child like you know?" She was a little annoyed and said, "Fine, I won't ask." I took out my pajamas and gave them to her, telling her to go take a shower. I said, "My girlfriend isn't as tall as you, so you can wear mine." At the same time, I took out a pack of unopened underwear and said, "These are new, never used." She blushed and went to take a shower. I went to the other bathroom to shower.

I was quick, then I got some drinks and fruit from the living room and waited for her. She showered for about 40 minutes before coming out barefoot. She came over, rubbing her hair with a dry towel. I said, "Put your dirty clothes in the washing machine; I'll wash a whole batch later." She said she had already hand-washed them. I said, "Sit down, have some fruit and a drink." She hummed in agreement and sat on the single sofa a little distance away from me, one leg crossed over the other.
A little persistent, she asked again, "Where's your girlfriend?" I didn't answer, lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and looked at her. She looked confused, pouted, and said, "Why are you looking at me?" So I made up a lie. Actually, my girlfriend was on a six-month government-sponsored training program in the EU. I told her she was going abroad to study and didn't want to come back, and that she had broken up with me. God knows why, I was actually moved by myself; my eyes welled up, and my voice trembled with tears. She seemed a little lost. I had handed her the tissue box beforehand, not intentionally,

but now it seemed like a crucial step. I said, "Give me some tissues, I need to wipe my tears." She handed me a few tissues, but I didn't reach for them; I was just smoking. She had no choice but to come over and give them to me. I reached for them, and in doing so, pulled her into my arms and kissed her.

Because she had come from between the coffee table and the sofa, she had no room to resist; her legs couldn't struggle in that cramped space, and she just collapsed into my arms. I held her with one arm and held her hands down with the other. I shoved my tongue into her mouth. She tried to turn her head, but my arm held her firmly in place. She whimpered, but I ignored her. Her mouth was soft and smooth, her tongue darting around like a little fish. I sucked on her lips with mine, while my other hand tried to slip inside her pajamas. She panicked, but her legs were blocked by the coffee table, and she couldn't use her strength. One of her hands was also blocked by my arm, leaving her helpless and only able to futilely resist with one hand. She must have regretted wearing my pajamas; those wide-open, belted ones made it easy for my hand to slip inside.

I grabbed one of her breasts, and I'll never forget the feeling of its soft, jade-like texture. She twisted her body, trying to escape, which loosened the belt. Taking advantage of the situation, I used my hand to pull her pajamas open, revealing her thighs and chest completely. I moved her and placed her on the sofa. Her legs were pinned to the coffee table, leaving her unable to resist and forced to lie down. Now I could use both hands to take her. I straddled her legs, sitting on them, pressing down on her thighs, and pulled her pajamas open completely. Her breasts sprang out, white, large, and very firm, with small nipples and areolas. The nipples were pink and already erect. At this point, she began to beg me to let her go.

I told her I liked her so much, from the first moment I saw her. She said she had a girlfriend. I asked her if she had a boyfriend. She shook her head. The girlfriend I mentioned had already broken up with me. "Will you be my girlfriend?" I asked. She said, "But you're six years older than me." I said, "Is that a problem?" I knew she liked me too, and she said it was different. I said, "It's not different." Then I lowered my head to kiss her.

She turned her face away, avoiding my mouth, but I ended up touching her most sensitive areas—her ear and neck—and I breathed heavily on them, kissed them, and sucked on them. I grabbed her two wrists with one hand, and used the other hand to rub her breasts. She had her eyes closed, her hair was messy, and her face was rosy. I decided to give him a different feeling. I grabbed my big, hard-as-iron penis, pointed the glans at her slippery vaginal opening, and thrust hard into her vagina.

I just heard her moaning from her mouth that was blocked by me. My entire penis had been inserted all the way to the end. I felt that my entire thick penis was immediately tightly clamped by the soft tender meat in her hole. Her bare thighs were close to my bare thighs, and my pubic bone pressed tightly against her erect mons. It felt so good. Perhaps out of physiological instinct, her soft vagina gripped my penis tightly. The physical and psychological pleasure I felt at that moment could only be described as ecstatic. Her vagina was too tight, and the tender flesh of her vaginal walls writhed and sucked on my large penis. I thought to myself, "Oh no, I'm about to ejaculate." I immediately began to thrust rapidly, my right hand holding her buttocks pressing her lower body tightly against mine. At this moment, I felt my entire penis was seamlessly joined to her vagina, and our pubic hair was intertwined. I felt the glans of my penis grinding tightly against the clitoris deep inside her vagina, as if kissing. In an instant, I ejaculated, my millions of hot semen spraying wildly into the depths of her womb.

She may have known, or she may not have, but I felt her uterus contract rapidly, gripping and sucking my glans—it was breathtaking. When my lips left her bright red lips, her first words were: "It hurts!"

At that moment, I couldn't believe her vagina hadn't been penetrated by a man, but as I looked down at my now limp penis withdrawing from her vagina, I noticed something sticky on the glans. Upon closer inspection, it was blood—her virgin blood. I was instantly shocked. I'd been with many virgins before, but never had I felt such a shock. Because I never imagined that someone with such a great figure, such a delicate face, and the most beautiful legs I'd ever seen in my life would be a virgin, untouched by a man. I was incredibly lucky. After that, we had sex once or twice a week, and I gradually discovered that she was incredibly wet, and my sex skills improved rapidly.

While I was on a business trip, I received a call from an acquaintance. His friend's daughter had been admitted to a university in my city and had already completed one semester. He hoped I could look after her if I had time. I readily agreed, but didn't really take it seriously.

After returning to the company, I was busy with projects and didn't pay attention to it. One day, I suddenly received a call asking if I was so-and-so. It was a very young girl's voice on the other end. I immediately realized it was that little girl. So I invited her to dinner. I was so busy that day that I didn't leave the company until very late. I apologized on the phone and drove straight to her school. We agreed to meet at the school gate. I didn't really have any ulterior motives; in fact, I felt a little annoyed. I just had to go because I knew her.

Parking was difficult at the school gate, and I struggled to find a spot far away. I parked and walked towards the gate. From a distance, I saw a girl at the gate; she had a great figure and long, flowing hair. I suddenly felt a surge of attraction, thinking, "This girl is really nice." As I got closer, I called her number, and it was indeed her. I quickly apologized and suggested we go eat. She said she had already eaten; the school cafeteria opened early, and she knew I was busy, so she ate first. I said no problem, then watch me eat. She smiled gently; she was a very youthful and pretty girl. It was early spring, and the evening was still a bit chilly. She was wearing a coat, but underneath was a long skirt and boots. I could smell that she had just showered. I thought she was a clean and polite girl. Seeing that her face was a little pale from the cold, I quickly took her to find something to eat.

We found a restaurant called Nanbang Guocai. Then we ordered some random dishes and let her help herself. She said she wasn't hungry, so I started eating without a second thought. She secretly laughed when she saw how messy I was eating. After eating for a while and suppressing my hunger, I finally took a good look at this girl. She was very healthy and full of energy. Her eyes were as pure as jade. It was a bit warm in the restaurant, so she took off her coat, revealing her full breasts. I don't know when it started, but my little brother had already gotten hard. I was determined to get her.

Then, while we ate, I told her about my university life. I'm naturally eloquent, and with years of experience navigating the social world, I had this freshman girl completely bewildered, laughing incessantly. I sensed a softening, more intriguing look in her eyes, and I secretly cheered. After we finished eating, I ordered some takeout for her to take home. She declined. I said I was a student too. Everyone knows you're out eating; if you don't take something home to appease your dorm mates, things will get difficult for you later. She didn't insist anymore. I drove her to her dorm and told her to keep in touch and call me if she needed anything. I told her to treat me like her brother. Then I left.

For a while afterward, we texted each other frequently. I took her out every weekend. Gradually, she started treating me like a younger sister treating her older brother, often being affectionate.

Then a big project came up, requiring me to be away for almost a month. I deliberately didn't call or reply to her texts. She got worried and called me several times, but I hung up on her. On my way home, I had dinner with a client and drank a lot. Although I looked and sounded drunk, I knew exactly what I was doing. Back in my room, I called her, speaking in a slurred, drunken voice. She screamed on the other end, "Brother, how much have you drunk! Are you okay?" That's exactly the effect I wanted. Then I started bragging about how hard I worked, how terrible my boss was, and how awful my clients were. We talked on the phone for over an hour, making her teary-eyed. Then I hung up and went to sleep, completely satisfied.

The afternoon I told her I was going home, she called to ask if I was back and wanted to treat me to dinner. I declined, saying I had to report on business and didn't have time. I could tell she was disappointed and a little sad.

A week later, on the weekend, I suddenly called her and asked her to dinner. She was very happy. I went to her dorm to pick her up on time. She came downstairs, full of energy. She had taken a shower and smelled wonderful. It was already warm, and she was wearing a green dress. Her breasts seemed even fuller. She's 1.67 meters tall, with long legs, but slender calves. Very elegant. Looking at her legs made me a little uneasy.

After dinner, we went to a bar. I told her I had to drive and couldn't drink, but she could drink as much as she wanted. She was very happy that day and drank quite a bit of beer. Then she let her hair down and dragged me to dance. I tentatively took her hand, and she didn't refuse. We clasped hands tightly, and she didn't refuse either. I put my hand on her waist, and she resisted slightly, but I held on firmly, and she gave in.

We didn't leave the bar until very late. She was a little drunk and tired. I didn't say anything. I made her fasten her seatbelt and close her eyes to rest. Then we went straight home. It was her first time at my house. When we were swiping our card at the entrance of the complex, she opened her eyes and asked where this was. I said it was my house. She said no, she had to go back to her dorm. I said, "Look at the time, are you still able to get back?" She said no, she had to tell her classmates, otherwise they would worry. Then she took out her phone and said, "Wow, so many missed calls." Then she started talking to her classmates. I heard her say, "I'm not going back tonight, I'm staying at a relative's house. Don't worry about me."
Then she hung up. I thought, "Damn, she's practically handing herself over to me, so don't blame me."

Once inside, I showed her around the rooms. Her family was well-off, so she wasn't shy or hesitant. She saw a picture of my girlfriend, picked it up with interest, and said, "Your girlfriend? She's very pretty." I said, "Yes, she's even prettier in person." She was a little surprised and asked, "Then why don't you marry her?" I said, "What does a child like you know?" She seemed a little annoyed and said, "Fine, I won't ask." I took out my pajamas and gave them to her to take a shower. I said, "My girlfriend isn't as tall as you, so you can wear mine." At the same time, I took out a pack of unopened underwear, saying it was new and unused. She blushed and went to take a shower. I also went to another bathroom to shower.

I was quick, then waited for her in the living room with drinks and fruit. She showered for about 40 minutes before coming out barefoot, rubbing her hair with a dry towel as she walked over. I told her to put her dirty clothes in the washing machine, and I'd wash a whole pot of them later. She said she'd already hand-washed them. I told her to sit down, have some fruit and a drink. She hummed in agreement and sat on the single sofa a little distance away from me, one leg crossed over the other.
A little persistent, she asked again, "Where's your girlfriend?" I didn't answer, lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and looked at her. She seemed confused, pouting, and said, "Why are you looking at me?" I made up a lie. Actually, my girlfriend was on a six-month government-sponsored training program in the EU. I said she went abroad to study, didn't want to come back, and broke up with me. God knows why, I was actually moved by myself; my eyes reddened, and my voice trembled with tears. She seemed a little lost. I had handed her the tissue box beforehand; it wasn't intentional.

Now it seems like a very important step. I said, "Give me some tissues, I need to wipe my tears." She handed me some tissues, but I didn't reach for them; I was just smoking. She had no choice but to come over and give them to me. I reached for them, and in doing so, pulled her into my arms and pressed my lips to hers.

Because she had come from between the coffee table and the sofa, she had no room to resist. Her legs couldn't struggle in that narrow space, and she just fell into my arms. I held her with one arm and pressed down on her hands with the other. I shoved my tongue into her mouth. She tried to turn her head, but my arm held her down, and she couldn't move. She was whimpering, but I didn't care. Her mouth was so soft and smooth, and her tongue darted around like a little fish. I kissed her lips, while my other hand tried to slip inside her pajamas. She panicked, but her legs were blocked by the coffee table, rendering her powerless. One of her hands was also blocked by my arm, leaving her helpless and forced to fight back with only one hand. She must have regretted wearing my pajamas; those wide-open, belted ones made it easy for my hand to slip inside.

I grabbed one of her breasts, the soft, jade-like feel of which I will never forget. She twisted her body, trying to escape, which loosened the belt. I took advantage of the situation and pulled it open, revealing her thighs and chest completely. I moved her and laid her on the sofa. Her legs were pinned by the coffee table, leaving her unable to resist and forced to lie down. Now I could use both hands to take care of her. I straddled her lap, sitting on her thighs, pressing down on her hips, and pulled her nightgown open completely, revealing her breasts—large, white, and very firm, with small nipples and areolas, pink and erect. At this point, she began begging me to let her go.

I said I liked her so much, from the first moment I saw her. She said she had a girlfriend. I asked her if she had a boyfriend. She shook her head. "My girlfriend has broken up with me," I said. "Will you be my girlfriend?" she said. "But you're six years older than me." I said, "Is that a problem? I know you like me too," she said, "It's different." I said, "It's not different at all." Then I lowered my head and kissed her.

She turned her face away and avoided her mouth, but she just gave me her most sensitive ears and neck. I blew, kissed and sucked her, making her gasp. I grabbed her two wrists with one hand, and used the other hand to rub her breasts. She had her eyes closed, her hair was messy, and her face was rosy. I decided to give him a different feeling. I grabbed my big, hard-as-iron penis, pointed the glans at her slippery vaginal opening, and thrust hard into her vagina.

I just heard her moaning from her mouth that was blocked by me. My entire penis had been inserted all the way to the end. I felt that my entire thick penis was immediately tightly clamped by the soft tender meat in her hole. Her bare thighs were pressed tightly against mine, my pubic bone pressed firmly against her mound of Venus. It felt so good. Perhaps out of instinct, her soft vagina gripped my penis tightly. The physical and psychological pleasure I felt at that moment could only be described as ecstatic. Her vagina was so tight; the tender flesh of her vaginal walls writhed and sucked, gripping my large penis tightly. I thought to myself, "Oh no, I'm about to ejaculate." I immediately began thrusting rapidly, my right hand, holding her buttocks, pressing her lower body tightly against mine. I felt my entire penis seamlessly joined to her vagina, our pubic hair intertwined. I felt my glans grinding against the depths of her vagina, like a kiss. In an instant, I ejaculated, my millions of hot semen spraying wildly into the depths of her womb.

She may have known, or she may not have, but I felt her uterus contract rapidly, gripping and sucking my glans—it felt amazing. When my lips left her bright red lips, her first words were: "It hurts!"

At the time, I didn't believe her vagina hadn't been penetrated by a man. But as I looked down and saw my limp, caterpillar-like penis withdrawing from her vagina, I noticed something sticky on the glans. Upon closer inspection, it was blood—her virgin blood. I was instantly shocked. I'd been with many virgins before, but none had ever shocked me like this. I couldn't believe that someone with such a great figure, such a delicate face, and the most beautiful legs I'd ever seen, hadn't been with a man. She was a genuine virgin. I was incredibly lucky. After that, we had sex once or twice a week. Gradually, I noticed she was incredibly wet, and my sex skills improved rapidly.

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