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The first one is him, in high school, 17 years old. I have to say first that, maybe because it was my first love, I always liked boys of the same type as him, very sunny, good at athletic, and very healthy. I think most girls like that too. The days we spent together at that time were very pure. The first kiss happened naturally, and the hugs and hand holdings happened naturally. It was very refreshing.
He was on the school football team at the time, and I liked watching him play during breaks. It was also at that time that I accidentally touched upon sex. Boys at that time would always talk about sex-related topics intentionally or unintentionally, and the awakening of puberty was happening in everyone's heart. One day, I overheard two boys discussing the size of their penis, and later they talked about him. I remember they said in an envious tone that they had seen his penis and it was very big. Hearing this, I felt a little embarrassed and my heart was beating fast. Although I was not completely unaware of these topics, but hearing such language directly, all my curiosity was aroused. So after that day, I began to pay attention to that part of his body deliberately... I remember that when he played football or trained, he always wore a pair of white shorts. It was this deliberate attention that made me unable to stop. His skin was relatively dark, and his dark legs were so strong when he ran. The bulge in the middle of the shorts made my heart beat fast.
There were some details like, when he was playing football and taking a free kick, he was acting as a human wall, with his hands covering his lower body, or more accurately, pinching it, and the outline was so obvious; and when he was running, I even saw his lower body shaking in his shorts. I seemed to have ignored these things before, but that time, I found that I had completely surrendered in my heart, and I was wet. Since then, I fell in love with him even more. Whenever he trained in those shorts, I couldn't help myself and became obsessed with his crotch...Everyone has some similar but different views on sex and love. I once wondered to myself that pure love should have nothing to do with sex, but is this really the case? But can we really do it? No matter what mentality you have when reading my story, these are my true love… Intense study, happy days, high school romance always survives so tenaciously in the busyness. There is not much time alone with him, maybe 10 minutes after class, maybe walking together after school, maybe a secret date on weekends. Every friend who has had this experience will understand that between him and me, something else is slowly brewing. There is no need to be taboo. Sex among high school students is no longer a terrible thing. I fell in love with the temptation he brought to me, and in fact, he was the same at that time. But the story has to be told step by step. I don’t know if it will seem long, but I think every first feeling is still worth more description. One day, I was waiting for him after school. If he had training, it would always be late and most of his classmates and teachers had already left school. I was doing my homework in the classroom until he came in, sweating profusely, and sat next to me. I wiped his sweat with a tissue. Maybe it was because we were so close to each other, and the campus and classroom were almost empty, he hugged me and kissed me. The feeling of kissing always makes people melt, and the beauty of it needs no description. What I want to say is that I really felt his lower body that day. When I kissed him hard in the corner of the classroom, I really felt a hard object pressing against my abdomen.
This was not the first time we kissed, and it was probably not the first time I felt the presence of his lower body. However, since I had that thought, the feeling this time was particularly strong. I really wanted to touch it, but I was embarrassed. So my hand, which was originally around his waist, slid down and hugged his butt. It was firm, and I wanted to get closer. Perhaps it was because of this small action that aroused his desire. I felt him moving slightly. We have never done this before. Maybe he was afraid that I would not be willing, so his movements were very small, but I could clearly feel a rod-like thing in the middle of the thin shorts gently pressing against me again and again. I was very shy, but I couldn't help but accept it... I remember he whispered in my ear: Wife, do you know that boys will do SY? I've done SY thinking about you countless times. At that moment, I felt my heart boiling. It turned out that he was as curious and eager about each other's bodies as I was. Naturally, he pulled my hand and touched his lower body. Through his pants, I saw a very big lump. My mind went blank. I could almost hear his breathing, and I didn't know when, but my breasts were gently kneaded by his hands... This went on for about 5 minutes. He pulled my hands away and started to take off his shorts. I knew he was very uncomfortable because of the restraint of his pants. Even today, I can still remember those few seconds, so touching and heart-pounding: when he took off his pants, a big stick suddenly popped out. Really, the feeling of it popping out was full of vitality. That was also the first time I really saw a boy’s genitals. I held it tightly in my hands. It was hot and hard. I was a little scared because it was so big, but I had a different feeling in my heart. I am just a girl, and my other half should be a man who makes me feel powerful like this. The first contact will never be too long. We hugged and kissed. He pulled my hand to play with his lower body. Maybe it was only 2 or 3 minutes. I felt his DD shaking in my hand. He roared and ejaculated on my hand and even on my leg...So that day, in the corner of the classroom, I saw his lower body for the first time, and saw him ejaculating for the first time. Since then, the sex between him and I has been happening rapidly...Since that experience, we have become closer. To be precise, the intimacy from the heart has continued to the body. He would often hold my hand and secretly pinch his genitals when no one was paying attention. I would also experience his caress on my body when no one was around. Through this kind of contact, he fell in love with my body, just as I fell in love with his body. I like the feeling of being hugged by him. As I said before, I am just a girl. I like a strong embrace to lean on. I also like the feeling of holding his lower body every time and feeling the strong male sexual characteristics. Gradually I learned how to give him SY, watching him jump and ejaculate powerfully in my hands. At that time, he trained twice a week, and I would wait for him every time. When I watched him running on the playground, I would always imagine that the thing under his shorts was waiting to show off in front of me in a while. Afterwards, we had intimate contact in the empty classroom. He said he felt very comfortable. He sat lazily on the chair, sweating all over, enjoying my caress of his DD. He always liked to joke that he was shooting just now and was ejaculating now. In fact, at that time, his strong lower body had already conquered me. Even though we hadn't really done it yet, it was already like that psychologically.
I like to squat and do him SJ, with his dick swaying in front of my eyes. I look up at him, his strong muscles, firm thighs, and thick dick. It feels great. He stroked my hair with his hands, and I even felt that I was serving him and being conquered by him. I also gradually learned how to give oral sex. I was very unfamiliar with it, but the feeling of having something inserted in my mouth was more of a psychological pleasure, I think. I was completely unable to suck his dick completely, but I always tried hard to open my mouth and wrap around the thick glans, accepting his slow thrusting in and out of my mouth. For the first time, I felt why women need men. Men's masculinity and strength are fatal temptations to women, at least that's how it was for me. So every time afterwards, he would stand up when he ejaculated, and make me squat or even kneel down to be violently thrust in my mouth, until streams of semen were shot into my mouth. He was a strong boy and I was a weak girl. He liked this feeling and I liked it too. Being conquered by him lasted for a while, and the charm of sex also brought some changes to us. Normally, we still loved each other as always, and I would lose my temper and make a fuss with him, but during sexual contact, I would turn into a little white rabbit and let him "play" with me, rubbing my breasts vigorously, thrusting my little mouth violently, or slapping my face with his big stick. No matter what, I enjoyed it happily. There is no need to describe these scenes in detail. I am a woman who longs for the feeling of being conquered. I will describe them in more detail when we have real sex in the future. I think that sometimes the psychological aspect is more important than the physical aspect. I don’t think I’m good at writing about the details of sex. Pure stimulation may be more exciting in pornographic novels. What I describe is more of a psychological feeling, which is motivated by love and made more love by sex…
The first time was at his house. One weekend, when no one was at his house, I was fooling around beside his bed in the bedroom, and naturally he hugged me and kissed me. It was his hard lower body again, and my breasts were caressed by me, but the difference this time was that his hand touched my lower body. Because it was summer and I was wearing a skirt, his hand easily reached inside me. I think many girls may resist a little the first time, but I didn’t refuse at that time. When his hand stroked me through my panties, I almost felt like melting. I don’t know why there was so much water. Am I naturally susceptible to stimulation? I think it’s because that’s what I want. In fact, sex is fair to everyone, regardless of gender. Women's modesty is just a characteristic given by society, but the original human nature is pure. So even though I have never had sex, I also want it. Is there anything wrong with that? Anyway, I was stripped naked by him slowly, powerlessly. He was very excited because it was the first time he saw my naked body completely. I heard his heavy breathing and passionate kiss. His hard DD was pressing against my lower body, and I felt him trying to move it. But it’s our first time, and it’s not easy to truly complete that moment. I was moving randomly like this, and actually I was in a lot of pain, but seeing him sweating and looking expectant, I kept enduring it. I felt that completing a sacred thing would not be so easy, and actually thinking about it now, it was that clumsy feeling that was particularly moving. I kept groping like this, and finally seemed to have found a suitable way. I held his DD with my hand and guided him towards my lower body. I didn't expect it to be successful, and so sudden. Maybe it was because I aimed too accurately. He actually thrust hard and instantly stretched my lower body and penetrated my body. The pain was very thorough, with a burning sensation coming from below, and a feeling of being torn apart. I think every girl who has lost her virginity knows that feeling. When I recovered, he started thrusting slowly. It was still very painful, but luckily it was his first time too, so he ejaculated quickly. When he pulled out his dick, there was a bright red mark on the bed sheet, and the semen he had just shot into me slowly flowed out of my body, our blood and essence mixed together, just like the close proximity between him and me. His DD was also stained with my virgin blood. Later we would talk about that moment. I will always remember that thick DD that was stained with my virgin blood. For the first time, I couldn't accept his penetration anymore, so we just hugged each other and experienced the closest moment between the two of us. I still remember the date and time of that day. Every year when that time comes, I always think of that touching memory. Later, gradually, the unfamiliar became familiar. I remember that at that time, I would have sex with him at least once a week on weekends when no one was at home, sometimes on Saturdays and Sundays. I can say that the bed sheets in my house and his house were covered with traces of our love juices. |
