Every day I am in the midst of sex and lust, and I always feel the need to summarize my sexual history. Every man has his own sexual history, but it’s just stored in the deepest recesses of his memory, and so do I… When I think about it, I must have been a relatively precocious boy.
When I was in elementary school, I was good at schoolwork, and the only person in the class who could compete with me was Yuan Li (I don’t think it would be Er Li), who came from a high military family, but she didn’t have the rigidity of a military family background at all. Extracurricular hobbies, full of vigor, which is the reason why she can become my idol at that time an important factor.
Every day after school, in order to be able to walk with her for a few more minutes, I always stood in her line, although I had to take a 5-minute detour. After school I was always full of energy, I was the most restless in the queue, in fact, I just want to attract her attention, for this reason no less than fight with classmates, probably this is the time to sharpen the never give up strength.
Because I had acute hepatitis as a child, I was thinner than my peers, and I was always in adversity every time I fought, I was knocked down again and again, I was ridden underneath, but I kept getting up, and I kept overturning my opponents who were stronger than I was or more experienced than I was, and I counterattacked suddenly when my opponents ran out of energy, and I was never the one who was overpowered!
She probably enjoyed the fights between us boys, and I could even feel the approval in her eyes, so she never used her position as class president to report these things to the teacher. For this, both of us who fought were grateful.
This kind of happy happy days only lasted until the end of elementary school, when she was promoted to secondary school because she played poorly, by half a point difference did not enter the provincial key, so I spent the whole summer vacation moping.
The boring vacation is finally over, and the first day of middle school is the class seating. Unlike elementary school, the seats in secondary school are no longer co-educational, a change that made me feel a little lost. But then I realized that the girls in front of and behind me were quite good-looking, and my heart was much more solid, especially Wang Fang, whose precocious figure was enough to make her stand out among the girls in the first year of junior high school. Whenever my eyes glanced from her slightly open neckline, I was always shocked by the dazzling white light.
Her house happened to be in my neighborhood, and every day in class I dawdled on the curb until she caught up behind me.
Every day for the next three years I enjoyed this simple happiness.
In the second and third years of junior high school, an unfamiliar term began to appear in the conversation among classmates: “blocking the treasure”, which is probably equivalent to the popular online “picking up girls”. In the classmates’ discussion, she finally could not withstand the strange eyes. I finally received a letter from her saying that she was free to go out with me after she graduated from high school. (I saw her again N years after high school graduation and left each other phone numbers, only I never called.) In fact, we were so pure that we didn’t even hold hands! By this time I was experiencing dreaming and masturbation.
When I entered high school, the childishness on my face gradually came off, and my handsome face had begun to attract the attention of the girls. But I felt out of place with them in an unfamiliar high school. Although my name is Fang, I don’t speak the local dialect. Whenever my GB mixed with their vernacular in conversation, the awkwardness of that mutual influence soon showed itself.
Near the end of my freshman year of high school, God sent Shen Yan a beautiful transfer student to me.
It was probably the same sense of loneliness that brought two of the loneliest students together, and the single dormitory my parents found for me at that time created a good external environment for me.
One rainy afternoon, she knocked on the door of my dormitory, water dripping from her hair and the corners of her coat… She said she had forgotten her umbrella and wanted to take shelter in my place. I greeted her warmly and in a panic, and took out my shirt and shorts for her to change into. When she reappeared in front of me, I was amazed at her beautiful, long, white legs, and truly realized what it meant to be a little too fat and a little too thin.
I busied myself with cooking, pouring water and drying her clothes, trying not to think about her thighs in my mind. It was easy to finish the meal and it was still early, so I let her rest on my bed, and surprisingly she had no problem lying on it. I’ve never seen such a perfect side before, with a face like a Greek stone sculpture, firm though not full breasts, a flat stomach, perfect legs…
The sound of the rain outside the window pounded my heart like a drumbeat, and I could clearly see her breasts rising and falling with her breathing, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and to this day the sight of those slightly fluttering eyelashes still stimulates my libido.
After countless impulses, I finally found the courage to sit on the edge of the bed, and as if after a century of long waiting, my lips finally landed on hers.
She was like a pony that was suddenly frightened, swinging wildly underneath me, avoiding my lips, but under my insistence she finally gave up her resistance, letting me press my lips tightly against hers. But I didn’t feel satisfied, I kept attacking her cherry mouth with the tip of my tongue, her tightly closed tooth bed slowly relaxed, the tip of my tongue instantly slipped into her mouth, entangling her tongue, jaws, and our saliva to moisturize each other, and I kept using the tip of my tongue to draw my saliva into her mouth, and then sucked her saliva over.
It was as if she had found pleasure in this incessant stirring, and began to be less passive; her hands moved from the sheets to my back, and she clung to me, a hoarse moan escaping her throat. I pressed my entire body against hers, feeling the softness of her breasts, and the slenderness of her waist; my cock swelled between my legs, and my hands couldn’t resist the temptation of her breasts, kneading her undeveloped breasts through her shirt.
She mumbled something that sounded like “no, no, no” between the times I withdrew my tongue.
I gave an inch and slipped my hand through the hem of her shirt, but what I grabbed was her thin little tank top, cotton, soft and stretchy. I couldn’t wait to lift her tank top up and slide into her underwear.
Wow! The soft, smooth, elastic feel mesmerized me, and the delicacy and radiance of a 16 year old girl’s skin is incomparable to that of a mature woman.
My cock rubbed and pressed against her belly and thighs through her pants, and her body would unconsciously duck away to lessen the pressure of it against her body. The other hand attempted to burrow into her panties, but she yanked it out without melancholy. With her determined blows, I knew that this request was just outside her range of tolerance, so I turned to focus on her breasts.
Successfully undoing her shirt and lifting up her little undershirt, she shyly closed her eyes tightly and pulled the pillowcase over her face, her pink nipples like two tiny cherries, standing tall on her white pattering and firm breasts.
My soft kisses caused tremors to run through her body, and my cock swelled in response to those tremors, finally nearing the limit of my explosion.
I unzipped my zipper and shoved her little hand in as soon as I could, and her little hand desperately tried to withdraw, but I held her wrist still, and her fingers flicked away as if they were on fire when they touched my cock, which was entangled in her fingertips like a flexible boa constrictor.
I finally got the upper hand in this battle, and she finally took hold of my penis with her tender onion-like fingers, and carefully and gently stroked it… After that, my penis never received such a courtesy… again!
I held her hand hard, letting her feel the intensity I wished for, and with the triple seduction of her fingers, breasts, and tongue, I kept my boyhood for only 5 minutes before I ejaculated in my own pants… I had always thought that this was the first time that I had ever made love, and even though I didn’t have intercourse, it was the physical contact with a woman that had brought me to an orgasm, and I loved her!