My first experience was at 19, with my first boyfriend, in my own room. I'd always been curious but never had the chance, so I spent days masturbating—until I learned about sex and decided it was better to have a partner, so I stopped. I've had sex with 15 people so far, all normal experiences. Though I've never done this before, I said I wanted to try something new, feeling a mix of curiosity and confusion about being touched by a woman. Lying down on the bed, an ugly girl smiles and says, "I'll show you a whole new world," gently caressing my neck with delicate fingers unlike a man's touch. I realize my body has become more sensitive than usual—"I never knew my neck or back could feel this good." Just the sound of the vibrator makes my body twitch and tense up. When my most sensitive nipples are stimulated, I moan, "Aaahn, that feels so good," my hips involuntarily jerking. "How are you so good at this?" I gasp in surprise. The unfamiliar sensation of a woman's direct touch, the embarrassment of being watched by another woman, and the intense friction of lotion-slick fingers thrusting into my pussy make me cry out, "Shit! I'm gonna cum!" "I shouldn't cum yet!" But I can't hold back—I climax. It's a shocking experience. At Mao's request, she changes into a yukata. "It's been a while since I've had sex, so I'm really looking forward to it," she says, drinking beer with a young guy, slightly tipsy and refreshed, before returning to the room. Tongues entwine in a deep kiss; when my nipples are teased again, my hips start writhing. Fingers slide inside with wet, squelching sounds, while cunnilingus begins at the same time. "Aaahn, that feels so good," I cry out, my loud moans echoing through the room. In return, I give a blowjob—sucking meticulously from his balls to the shaft. When he thrusts into me in missionary position, my whole body convulses violently. My lower half moves like a separate creature, hungrily clinging to him, refusing to let go of his cock. "Amazing! So incredible!" I shout, drenched in sweat as he pounds into me harder. Mao's moans grow louder in rhythm with his movements, until he grunts, "Ugh!" and releases a hot load onto my stomach. I sit up, look down, and smile.
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