He was ejaculated inside by his classmate.

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I remember when this semester was about to start, my good friend from Toronto, my former junior high school classmate May, called. "Lin, I heard you're really popular at your university. My boyfriend is going to study there, could you please look after him? He hasn't even found a place yet, could you help him find one? Please." I frowned. What kind of time is this? He hasn't even found a place yet? It's hard to find a place near a university. I gave him my phone number and address, promising to be a good host when Paul came. My friend happily hung up.
Sure enough, the houses I looked at nearby were either all full or very expensive. I couldn't make a decision for Paul, so I had to wait for him to contact me. The night before classes started, Paul called me saying he had nowhere to stay, so he showed up at my house with all his bags. How could I find him a place to sleep at a time like this! I thought to myself, after all, he's my friend's boyfriend, there's really no way around it, letting him stay for a day or two shouldn't be a problem. "I heard from May that you like Taiwanese rice dumplings." Paul handed me a plastic bag as he entered.
He was tall and looked quite refined. Definitely May's type. "Thank you, that's very thoughtful. You really can't buy these here! I'm sorry, my place is a mess, and I can't find anywhere to accommodate you right now. I think you might have to squeeze in with me tonight." Paul waved his hand dismissively. "I'm more than happy you're willing to take me in." I said, "You should call May right away and tell her you've arrived." So Paul and I both called May. The next day, I took Paul to registration and the orientation party, and to familiarize him with the campus. I told our warm and hospitable Taiwanese guys to treat the newcomers well. After class, Paul and I discussed the research I had done for him, and finally decided on an apartment that was reasonably priced but a bit far from the university.
Anyway, Paul has a car; I wish I hadn't put in so much effort. However, the previous tenant wasn't moving out for another two days, meaning Paul and I would have to share a room for another three days. To express his gratitude for my hospitality, Paul asked me to take him to the best restaurant in the area, so I took him to a French restaurant. In this small city, even a top-notch restaurant costs at most around a thousand yuan per person, and Paul even opened a bottle of red wine. "Cheers, to celebrate having a new place to live, and to celebrate making friends in this unfamiliar city!" I was also happy to have helped him, and on a whim, I clinked glasses with him.
Amidst laughter and conversation, we ended up finishing a bottle of red wine. While I had the courage to drink, my tolerance wasn't very high, and afterwards, my face was flushed, and Paul had to help me back home. The small suite, though small, was fully equipped. A double bed and a three-seater sofa, right by the entrance, took up almost half the room. Paul had slept on that sofa last night.
As soon as I entered, I rushed to the bathroom; I hadn't expected the red wine to be so strong—it made me feel nauseous. I vomited all over myself before I could, my head was spinning, and I couldn't get up from the toilet. Paul had been waiting outside for a long time, knocking on the door. I didn't answer. So he opened the door and peeked in, seeing me sitting on the floor next to the toilet, a complete mess. "No way! You can't hold your liquor. May said you're the boss of the Taiwanese people here. How can you hang out with people with a liquor like that!" I was too tired to pay attention to Paul's teasing. "You're all dirty, let me help you take your clothes off!" Paul asked with concern.
"No! I can do it myself."
I chased Paul away. I said it firmly, but my hands were weak and powerless. It took me ages to get my shirt off, but I couldn't unhook my bra, I almost had to tear it off. The worst part was my tight jeans, I just couldn't get them off no matter what I did. My hands are so sore, so tired, and I just want to sleep... When I regained consciousness, Paul was standing in front of me, helping me take off my jeans. "What are you doing!" I exclaimed, because I was almost naked except for the jeans hanging on my calves. "Helping you take off your pants to flatten them! Please, I've been waiting outside for over ten minutes, and when I opened the door I saw you sleeping by the toilet. Hurry up and get yourself to sleep!" After vomiting, my mind was still able to think, but it was very sluggish. My body couldn't act according to my will.
Unable to refuse, I could only let Paul do as he pleased. After taking off my jeans, I was only wearing a pair of CK underwear, which looked no different from ordinary white underwear, but the material was a slightly transparent veil, and dark pubic hair was vaguely visible. My body, filled with alcohol, was unusually sensitive. Under the gaze of a strange man, I felt strangely excited, my skin flushed, my breathing became rapid, and even my nipples hardened. I felt that Paul's eyes had changed a bit. His fingers trembled slightly as he touched the sides of my underwear. He slowly pulled down my underwear, his palms rubbing against my thighs and calves. A shiver ran through my body involuntarily. He pulled me up, my arms under my armpits, lifting me up.
My whole body was limp, like a lump of mud, pressed against him. "Wow! You're heavy." Drunk people are the heaviest, that's for sure.
"I don't want to be on top of you!" I tried to exert some strength, but my hands and feet wouldn't respond. He tossed me into the bathtub, which was already filled with water, and squatted beside it, picking up soap to help me bathe. I quickly grabbed Paul's hand.
"No! I can wash myself," I pleaded, my face flushed. "No, what if you fall asleep in the tub and drown? Let me wash you quickly, then I'll carry you to bed, okay?" Paul said gently. My blurry vision gradually blurred as I couldn't see Paul's face anymore, and his gentle voice grew softer and softer. My hand, which had been holding Paul's, slowly fell limply to its side.
I felt someone gently touching my entire body with soap, lightly and softly brushing my nipples, genitals, and even my anus. My eyelids wouldn't open... This feeling of being immersed in warm water was so comfortable; the fingers moving across my body sent waves of warmth through me. I didn't want to wake up. In my hazy state, I suddenly felt Paul's fingers wantonly rubbing my sensitive clitoris, making me unbearably itchy and numb.
"What are you doing!" I struggled slightly, grabbing Paul's hand to stop his skillful abuse. Perhaps my wanton appearance only fueled his desire, for he actually inserted his fingers into my vagina and began to thrust. My vagina was being violated by his fingers, and I almost couldn't help but moan; it was so itchy and painful.
The water got a little cold, and soaking for a while cleared my head slightly. Paul picked me up, soaking wet, and threw me onto the bed. Completely naked, I was terrified and didn't know what to do. He removed my wet clothes, revealing his strong body and enormous, erect penis. My remaining sanity told me what was about to happen. "No, we can't do this,"
I said, trying to pull him back to his senses with a voice that sounded firm but was actually weak. He took my noisy tongue into his mouth. I couldn't speak, only make muffled sounds. "You really want it, don't you! Look how hard your nipples are. When I was inside you, your pussy was gripping my fingers! Your pussy is so fleshy and it bites, it must feel amazing to fuck you!" The usually gentle Paul had become rough in his speech. "No! Please, don't do this!" I
struggled desperately. His hands, which had been between us, were grabbed by his large hands and raised above my head. He knelt between my legs, forcefully spreading them apart with his thighs, but I couldn't close them no matter how hard I tried. My legs were spread almost 180 degrees, forcing my labia to reveal my tender, alluring vulva. Even my pubic hair couldn't conceal the engorged clitoris. My private parts were clearly exposed to Paul's eyes. My futile struggles only caused my large breasts to sway from side to side, arousing Paul's sadistic desires. Paul pinched my nipple between two fingers, forcing me to scream. "Look at your nipples, they're a centimeter long and hard! Such big breasts, hehe, I'm going to use your breasts to massage my big dick!"
As he spoke, he licked my nipples with his tongue, his hands roughly kneading my breasts, grabbing them and squeezing them together into a large, plump, and delicious bun, stuffing it into his mouth and biting into it bit by bit, his tongue constantly licking my sensitive nipples. "Damn! May's breasts aren't even half the size of yours, it feels so good to rub them like this! I'm going to eat your whole breasts. Like this..." He licked my breasts until they were wet, like eating ice cream. His hand reached for my vulva, clamping my clitoris and rubbing it back and forth rapidly. "Ahhhhh~ No!" I wiggled my hips, trying to prevent him from touching me properly. But he bit my nipple hard. "Damn! You're already this wet, what are you pretending for! You slut!" I closed my eyes, deciding to ignore all his actions. But my rational decision couldn't stop the lust from arising.
"Your little cunt's hard too, look... it's even leaking!" Seeing my eyes closed, Paul angrily shoved his fingers, smeared with my cum, into my mouth and rummaged around in them. I wanted to bite him, but I didn't dare. Tears streamed down my face. He rubbed his penis against my vulva, the large glans pressing against my labia, opening and closing. I couldn't escape my fate of being raped; tears streamed down my face, my sobs mingling with my lewd cries. "Do you want my cock to fuck your cunt?" With his fingers in my mouth, I couldn't speak, only shaking my head desperately. "I hate raping people the most, so I'll make you say you want me to fuck you to death." He turned his buttocks toward my face, seemingly about to assume a 69 position. I was both anxious and angry. "If you shove your dick in my mouth now, I'll bite it off!" He chuckled. "No way, you'll love it."
He just used his legs to pin down my hands and upper body, his tall, imposing figure making it impossible for me to move or even breathe. Paul parted my labia, aimed his tongue at my opening, and licked it deeply. His newly grown stubble rubbed around my clitoris, making me feel excruciating pain. My vagina was overflowing with lustful fluids, and he slurped it up with loud slurping sounds. My moans and cries sounded lewd even to myself. I didn't want to resist anymore; I was so tired. "Since you're going to be fucked by me anyway, you might as well enjoy yourself." Paul was a devil; he completely saw through my thoughts. One finger, two fingers... he thrust violently into my vaginal walls, his fingers alone hitting my cervix.
He stuck out his tongue and licked my anus. Ah! No, even my man has never touched that place. Paul licked the creases of my anus, tugging at the fine hairs around it with his teeth. He even tried to force his tongue through my rear, making my entire lower body tense and convulse. "When I was bathing you earlier, I washed your little asshole! But you were asleep, so your little asshole would contract when it was tense! So cute, it looks like it needs to be fucked!" Paul kept saying lewd things. He skillfully thrust two fingers in and out of my vagina, while his other hand forcefully penetrated my anus, his tongue teasing my clitoris. Ahh, my clitoris was so swollen, so hard, so painful, so itchy from his playing. My anus, wet with my juices, was easily opened by Paul's fingers, his left and right hands moving back and forth just between the thin walls of my vagina and anus. Ah! I can't take it anymore, I screamed, spraying my juices all over Paul's head and face, I couldn't stop myself from climaxing.
As soon as I stopped ejaculating, Paul's nimble tongue would continue to attack my clitoris. Under the licking of Paul's agile tongue, my sensitive clitoris would gush out fluid again. All the sensory nerves in my body would suddenly concentrate on my engorged, reddened clitoris. Paul relentlessly ravaged my painfully sensitive bud, causing my limbs to spasm and tremble uncontrollably. I repeatedly teetered on the edge of unconsciousness. "Damn! You're peeing!" His hand kept stirring inside my vagina, the fluid flowing and flowing, making me cry out loudly, so embarrassing. Paul turned his face towards me and forced a kiss, silencing my sobs. "Do you want me to fuck your pussy or your ass?" He deliberately poked my anus with his finger.
"No!" I was startled; I had never tried anal sex before. "I won't fuck your pussy, I'll fuck your asshole!" "If you don't want me to fuck your asshole, then loudly say you want me to fuck your cunt!" Paul had already inserted his finger into my anus and was thrusting it in and out. "Ugh! Fuck...fuck...fuck!" I couldn't say it. "Looks like your asshole likes being fucked by fingers, it keeps biting me, maybe it'll feel better with my big dick!" I didn't even dare to think about Paul's 15-centimeter-long dick with its thick glans being inserted into my anus. "Quick! Say you want me to fuck you to death, want me to fuck your cunt, or I'll fuck your asshole to pieces!" "Fuck me to death...fuck my... cunt..." I stammered.
Paul's huge penis instantly slid into my pussy, my vagina, which had already orgasmed, was unusually sensitive. The glans pressed against my clitoris, thrusting all the way in with a squelching sound. My pussy felt incredibly full, and I moaned shamelessly. "Hold me." He grabbed my hands, wrapped them around his neck, and stood up. He opened the French windows and stepped onto the balcony. The cold September wind stung my skin like needles, my pores tightening to intensify the sensation. Paul's caresses, his body heat, his heat stimulated my nerves. "Ah! Don't do this, someone will see!" Before I could finish speaking, Paul thrust hard, penetrating deeply and pounding against my cervix. I was so turned on that I could only moan softly. My back pressed against the cold, early autumn railing. Paul released his hands from my waist and gripped my breasts tightly, pulling them up and down as if he wanted to crush them. I clung to the railing with all my might. With each thrust, my head drooped limply off the balcony, swaying. The homeowner across the way could probably see my swaying breasts. Paul's pace quickened, and I could feel his hardness inside me. He started breathing heavily; I knew he was about to ejaculate. "Please don't ejaculate inside," I pleaded,
clinging to the last vestige of reason in my lust. Paul continued shaking his ass wildly. "I'm going to fuck you to death! I'm going to shove all my semen inside you, make sure your stinking cunt is clean." "No! No! Please... ahhhhh..." The more I said no, the more excited Paul became, and the faster he moved, and the more intense the pleasure in my lower body became... Suddenly, Paul thrust hard and stopped. Instantly, hot, thick liquid rushed into my body, and I reached my climax. Paul put me down and shoved his penis into my mouth. "Clean it up for me!" He pulled my hair and pressed my face down. I could only obediently lick his semen-covered penis clean.

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