The Three Women I Experienced Over the Years

My interactions with Min started as a way to pass the time. During the Spring Festival, there were very few people in the chat room, and Min was the only one I could chat with. She was ten years older than me, so I had no intention of meeting her. She was venting her emotions in the chat room because she had no one to talk to about her family troubles, and I pretended to be around her age to help her cope. We chatted almost every day for hours, and because we had no ulterior motives, we had very pleasant conversations. Later, I learned that we had exchanged our real names, identities, and phone numbers. She was a middle school teacher in our district, and her husband was a private business owner. She had been having a lot of disagreements with her family because her in-laws wanted her to have a second child and about raising their child. She came to the chat room during the holiday because she had no other way to vent, and that's how she met me. After the holiday, she basically stopped using the chat room. At first, she would send a message every few days, but after a few months, we stopped contacting each other.
I received her message again in the summer. She called me directly, asking what I was up to. Seeing this unfamiliar number, I racked my brains for a while before remembering her (back then, if you had the chance to hook up with a woman, you wouldn't forget her number). I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that she and her husband had argued on their way back from her house. Her husband had abandoned her halfway and driven off. She was on a country road, unable to hail a taxi, and there were no ride-hailing apps like today. She didn't want anyone she knew to know about her family situation, so she thought of me. When I found her on my motorcycle, it was almost dark. This was our first meeting. She was wearing beige capri pants, a white short-sleeved t-shirt, high-heeled sandals, shoulder-length short hair, and pink glasses. She had fair skin. When I got close, she didn't believe it was me. I confessed to lying about my age. She was angry, but had no other choice, so she got on my motorcycle. We drove to the city... It was already dark, and I wanted to take her home. She said she wanted to wait a bit before going home. I knew she was waiting for her husband's call. I suggested we find a place to sit. Because we were afraid of running into acquaintances, we went to Liuxian Lake Park and sat down on a lawn. Because she still had a problem with me for lying, I didn't get too close to her. I sat to the side and tried to comfort her. Time seemed to pass very slowly. At first, she responded to my advice, but later she stopped talking. We sat in the park for about two hours when she suddenly started sobbing. I quickly went to her and hugged her. She didn't resist, but she cried even harder. I couldn't comfort her anymore, so I just held her tightly, stroked her hair, and patted her shoulders until she slowly calmed down. By then it was very late, and I suggested I take her home. She didn't refuse. She leaned on me from the back of the motorcycle, hugging me tightly, and gently directed me towards her home.
From then on, our relationship suddenly heated up. Online chatting wasn't enough anymore. I would always take her for a ride on my motorcycle at night, and then we would chat on the lawn in Liuxian Lake Park. The privet tree in the southwest corner of that lawn seemed to become our private home. We would sit there for hours, and our relationship progressed from holding hands to passionate kisses. Her kisses were ardent and urgent; she would suck my tongue into her mouth. Her breasts weren't large, but they were full. She would hold my head and rub my breasts hard... She always wore pants and never allowed me to take them off. I could only reach into her waistband and touch her buttocks. Her buttocks were firm and round. A few times, I couldn't resist and touched her labia, inserting my fingers into her vagina. Her body trembled and became aroused, but she never let me continue.
Our first time was on an unusually hot night. We were chatting on the lawn when a strong wind suddenly picked up, and we knew it was going to rain. We hurriedly rode our bikes to her house. When we got to the bridge, the rain poured down, so we had to take shelter under the bridge. But the rain showed no sign of stopping, and we were both soaked. She was shivering from the cold. There was a hotel outside the bridge arch, which I remember very well as being called the Silver Bridge Hotel. I rode my motorcycle over there, made up a story, and booked a room. Although we'd been intimate, it was always in the dark of night. When we met naked under the bright lights, our bodies radiating hormones, she took off her glasses, her bright eyes revealing sincerity. Her nose and lips were sharply defined, her neck long, and her breasts, without any hint of shyness, awaited my embrace and devouring. I lifted her up, and she fell onto the bed. My erection was already intense, so I thrust in directly. She seemed prepared, abandoning any unnecessary foreplay, raising her legs and clamping them around my waist. I thrust rapidly, and she skillfully responded. The bed creaked rhythmically. After a while, she suddenly sat up, then leaned over me, pinning me beneath her, straddling me, and began to move. I held her buttocks in my hands, touching such smooth, delicate, and rounded buttocks for the first time. She sometimes sucked on them, sometimes circled them. Her vagina was warm and deep, allowing me to indulge myself. That night, the sprint and the race—it gave me a new understanding of women, and it influenced my standards for finding a wife. It also affected my aesthetic standards for women, especially when she raised her buttocks. For the first time, I realized that such a round and full woman was the source of a man's lifelong sexual happiness, the place where a man's valiant spirit could be unleashed. That night, she gave in to my needs and experienced the stimulation of oral sex for the first time. It was from that night that the theme of our relationship changed. She was like an insatiable child. After we met, she could hug and kiss me without saying a word, then pull down my pants and let me suck on her, and then insert my hard penis into her already overflowing hole... From then on, my single dormitory became our battlefield. After school started, our fierce battles every weekend were almost unstoppable. This relationship continued for nearly a year until she compromised with her family and agreed to have a second child. After that, we lost contact.

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