My experience of losing my virginity

Author: java50 Word Count: 6400

I graduated from a second-rate vocational college and have been working for several years, barely making ends meet. My close friends who graduated at the same time are also doing so-so, though they're a little better off than me. They've all lost their virginity, leaving me the only one.

A few lewd guys chat, and inevitably, women come up. From their lewd talk, I hear about a certain female classmate's abundant body hair, someone with a mole on their butt, and rumors that a certain girl has slept with most of the boys in our class, even ranking them by their prowess. Our dorm leader boasts that he's in the top three. That's plausible; he's certainly not small, and he's eloquent and physically strong. As for me, I'm shy. While I don't blush at the sight of girls, my situation is definitely not great. I've had a few rumored girlfriends, but they all fizzled out. Besides, aside from internet cafes and the library, I barely participated in any group activities in college. As a result, by graduation, I only had a vague recollection of most of my female classmates. This left me a virgin until I graduated from university, making me the object of their ridicule.

These perverts even privately suspected I was gay. I righteously criticized their erroneous and lewd views and opened my computer, letting them see my collection. They were amazed and appointed me their "logistics manager." Several years after graduation, these perverts still harassed me, mainly asking for my address and torrents. I lived up to their expectations, always finding ways to satisfy their needs. This made me hate being a virgin even more. I was determined to end this identity, but I always felt a psychological aversion to it and would back out at the last minute. Until a woman ended it all.

That year, I had just quit my job and was constantly sending out resumes and going to interviews. She was an HR professional who interviewed me.

I didn't think much of it at the time, but that afternoon she called me to start work. Without much thought, I went. The company was a newly established trading company with only seven or eight people. The company rented a large apartment, and almost everyone had their own office. Most of them were salespeople and rarely in the office. I'm new here, and she asked me to work with her so we could get used to the environment quickly.

The company is newly established, and there's not much to do each day, plus we're in the same office. It's inevitable that we'll chat and relax. I have to admit, while she's not stunningly beautiful, she's very attractive, and she has a voluptuous figure—my type. The company requires business attire, and she wore a black business suit with a white low-cut blouse. Combined with her at least 35D bust, she exuded the aura of a professional office lady, which often made me fantasize. Perhaps noticing my shyness, she would subtly flirt with me. My libido is very high, and I always react, which is incredibly embarrassing. Perhaps she knew I wouldn't dare to have any ulterior motives, so she became even more unrestrained in her teasing, becoming increasingly casual. She would deliberately unbutton her blouse to reveal a glimpse of her white cleavage, or intentionally spread her legs to show me pink lace under her black stockings. I felt my blood pressure constantly hovering at a high level. I couldn't take it anymore; there was no need to hold back. Why not take it all in? My interactions emboldened her, and she became increasingly risqué. Once a woman opens up, she can be bolder than a man. When I became aroused, she would even tease me more, intentionally or unintentionally. She

would either spread her legs wider, revealing glimpses of pubic hair through her lace panties, or give a mocking look and a wanton moan. Damn, this vixen. I abruptly stood up and gulped down a large glass of cold water before I felt a little better. This vixen laughed even harder. At this rate, I started to doubt whether I was even a man anymore.

Her teasing was always perfectly timed; whenever I couldn't hold back any longer, she would solemnly assign me tasks, leaving me with no outlet for my energy.

Almost a month later, there was a company dinner. Perhaps due to increased business, the boss drank quite a bit. We had to drink with her. I can hold my liquor, but she seemed unable to drink; one glass was enough to make her drunk. The boss asked me to help her back to her room to rest.

Drunk, she was sluggish and heavy; it was a struggle to finally get her onto the bed. Exhausted, I immediately lay down on the bed as well. Only then did I notice that the hem of her shirt had rolled up, revealing her navel. Her skirt couldn't even contain her ample buttocks. Drunk and intoxicated, I impulsively placed a hand on her buttocks, feeling their plump, soft texture. Unable to resist, I was about to unzip her skirt when I looked up and saw a pair of eyes that were both smiling and not smiling. This vixen wasn't drunk. I was momentarily stunned, unsure whether to continue or run away. Luckily, before I could even recover, she grabbed my head and pressed it down hard, as if trying to force it into her vagina, instantly igniting my desire. I had never hated that damned skirt so much. Without thinking, I broke free from her grasp, flipped her skirt up, hastily pulled down her pantyhose, and parted her lace panties. Her vagina, partially hidden by messy pubic hair, parted before my eyes. Her pubic hair wasn't neatly trimmed, and her labia weren't the pink seen in AVs, but rather a slightly darker color with a hint of odor. I licked it with my tongue, damn it, who said this was good stuff? Suppressing the urge to vomit, I continued exploring, my hands, guided by her, unbuttoning my shirt and bra. A pair of full, firm breasts were exposed to the air, especially those two scarlet nipples. I felt my eyes were red. I grabbed them; hard yet soft, warm, my nose was about to bleed. I rubbed and bit her breasts wildly, my other hand frantically unbuckling my belt. I felt my penis was about to burst. She was also groping and biting me all over. My body wasn't very strong, but it was well-proportioned. In the chaos, she grabbed my penis. This damn vixen, her hand was so heavy, she almost broke my penis! This reminded me, I pushed her onto the bed, pinning her beneath me. My penis began searching for her vagina. Although I was a master of AV, I had never actually done it. My wildly thrusting penis not only hurt myself, but she also hurriedly guided it into her vagina with her hands. Her vagina was already secreting fluids, slippery and wet. My penis plunged into the soft, wet passage, the soft flesh on both sides of her vagina gripping my glans, instantly giving me the urge to ejaculate. I couldn't ejaculate; I'd lose face if I did. I tried to suppress my desire and distract myself; her firm, pear-shaped breasts immediately became my target. Biting her nipples, I felt the OL woman beneath me suddenly tense up, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist, my penis penetrating even deeper, a surge of heat hitting my glans. This woman had actually done it; I was caught off guard. A wave of pain shot through my lower back, my legs went numb, and I ejaculated.

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