Listen to their campus stories by the sea

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As the summer evening approached, the daytime heat of the beach subsided. Gradually, the tourists dispersed, leaving only a few couples cuddling together.
Life is so unpredictable; my design, painstakingly crafted over a month, failed to win the bid. After some discreet inquiries, I learned that the client had hired an unknown designer to handle my project, successfully avoiding my design fee. This left me utterly frustrated. Oh well, unknown names have connections; I slept with the big boss for two nights. These days, charm is more important than talent. Oh well.
The sea breeze remained warm, without the daytime scorching sun; even the wind felt gentle.
Feeling down, I grabbed a case of beer and went to the beach, deliberately finding a quiet spot. I sat down and slowly drank, whether to drown my sorrows or simply to vent, the sun would rise again after tonight.
Gradually, night fell, and the couples around me disappeared. The black sea shimmered with lights. I drank my beer, aimlessly gazing at the sea. Subconsciously, I glanced around. There was only one person within a 50-meter radius; too far to see clearly whether it was a man or a woman.
"Ahhhhhh!" To release my pent-up emotions, I roared at the sea.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Five seconds later, another roar came from afar, a woman's voice, slightly hoarse.
It was a woman, I glanced at her; she was indeed quite a sight. I ignored her, lit a cigarette, and continued drinking my beer.
A moment later, the person from a distance walked over, sat down next to me, lit one of my cigarettes, pulled a beer from the box, opened it, and downed half the bottle in one gulp.
During this time, I only glanced at her, without saying a word.
I looked down at the box; besides the one in my hand and the one in hers, there was only one beer left. I took out my phone and called a bar I frequented nearby. The owner was a good friend of mine, and I asked him to arrange for a waiter to bring another dozen beers.
I didn't speak to this stranger until neither of us finished our two beers. She spoke up. "Isn't it strange?" she asked. "If you want to tell me, you will; if you don't, asking is pointless," I said casually.
She smiled; she was actually a pretty young woman. She was clearly young, radiating youthful energy. Only her eyes were vacant, lacking something.
"I'm heartbroken, or rather, I was dumped," she said slowly, taking a large gulp of beer.
I didn't interrupt her; she was sure she would continue.
Sure enough
, "We met in college. I was a top student, good at studies, good-looking, good in every way. He was just a lazy bum. After graduation, we came to this city together. He promised me he would work hard, earn money, get married, and support a family. But it's been two years, and I haven't seen him do anything. All he does is play games all day. I got a job at a foreign company, high salary equals high pressure. I work day and night, afraid of being laid off. But what about him? He takes my money, plays games, goes to bars, and even meets people he met online. Until yesterday, when I came back from a business trip, I found him lying naked in my bed with someone I met online. I didn't say anything, just packed my things and left." She started sobbing as she said this.
"Is it worth crying for someone like that?" I asked slowly. "Yes, you're absolutely right. It's not worth crying for someone like that!" she answered firmly.
"Thank you for buying me a drink. Why?" she asked, turning to me.
"My business was stolen. A woman slept with the boss for two nights, then started working on my designs. My month's hard work resulted in a direct loss of over 100,000 yuan!" I said slowly.
"You're really unlucky," she comforted me.
Afterwards, I chatted with this girl I'd just met, about all sorts of things, and we downed three dozen beers together, both of us a little tipsy. The stars in the sky and the gradually quieting surroundings told me it was probably midnight.
"What are your plans?" I asked.
"Plans? I'm going to work hard, find someone I love, completely give up on this relationship, and start a new life. What about you?" she countered.
"What can I do? Keep working," I replied.
"Don't you have a family? You're not young anymore," she asked curiously. "Yes, not young. I don't have a family, I'm a wanderer, hahaha," I replied. "So carefree! So free!" It seemed like envy, but also like mockery.
"Alright, that's enough for tonight. Go back and rest. Do you have to work tomorrow?" I stood up and asked her. "I'm on vacation," she replied casually.
"And what about tonight?" I asked
. "I have nowhere to go. I've been working like crazy in this city for two years, and I don't even have a single friend who would let me stay overnight. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here drinking with you, haha," she laughed, her laughter pale.
"Then get a room. I'll take you there. It's too late; it's not safe." Actually, I'm a decent person.
"Okay~!" She looked up at me and stood up.
Suddenly, perhaps because she had drunk too much, she swayed noticeably as soon as she stood up, almost falling. I reached out and supported her.
"I don't drink much, and I rarely drink," she explained.
"I can tell. Let's go," I said.
As we walked from the beach to the nearest hotel, she clearly felt the effects of the alcohol kicking in. She became more and more unsteady. At first, she could barely stand, but later she was clearly staggering. If I hadn't supported her, she definitely would have fallen. Helpless, I half-embraced her, her head resting on my shoulder, and we slowly walked towards the hotel.
The long walk was filled with the feeling of her soft body beside me, her breath reeking of alcohol, the sea breeze blowing her long hair against my cheek, stirring my heart.
Supporting her, now completely limp, we arrived at the hotel lobby
. "Give me a room," I said to the clerk.
"Only the deluxe king room is available, the price is…" The clerk mechanically replied, "Stop talking nonsense, open it now!" I impatiently threw my ID and bank card on the front desk.
I really didn't want to be seen supporting a strange woman in public, especially in a hotel, lest people think I was taking advantage of her while she was drunk.
"Sir, it's ready!" The clerk handed me the room key and my ID.
I took the key and quickly disappeared into the lobby without looking back.
As soon as we entered the room, I threw her onto the king-size bed. The moment my buttocks touched the chair, she sprang up as if electrocuted, rushing to the bathroom in the blink of an eye. She vomited.
A moment later, she returned to the bed and threw herself onto the soft mattress.
"Want some water?" I asked tentatively.
"No...no~!" she answered haltingly.
"Then I'm leaving, you get some rest~!" I stood up, ready to leave.
She used her teleportation ability again and vomited.
I sat down helplessly again, watching her come out of the bathroom. She had vomited twice and was clearly feeling better. That's how beer is; once you vomit, you're halfway to feeling better.
"Drink some more water, get some rest, I'm leaving," I said, getting up to leave again.
As I brushed past her, she suddenly hugged me from behind.
"Stay with me a little longer, okay? I'm scared!" she cried.
I slowly turned around and hugged her. "Okay, don't cry, don't be afraid," I comforted her. "Are you always this cold in everyday life? Is it going to kill you to say a few more words?" she joked, seemingly trying to break the awkwardness.
I smiled but didn't answer.
"Feeling better?" I asked her.
"Hmm, I feel better. I want to take a bath," she answered softly. "Okay, go ahead." "But don't you dare peek!" She pushed me away and went into the bathroom.
This girl, I'm so old, how could I possibly not peek?
The sound of running water filled the bathroom. I lay on the bed she had just lain on, watching TV, my thoughts already drifting to the bathroom.
The water stopped; the bathtub was full. She must be in it now. Sigh, am I a gentleman or a scoundrel tonight? Two little devils are constantly fighting in my head. One says I should be a gentleman, the other immediately beats it up—gentleman my foot! Then countless other little devils appear and kill the gentlemanly little devil.
Half a day has passed, and she hasn't moved. Damn it, don't drown in the bathtub.
"Girl, girl, don't fall asleep!" I called out nervously.
No response.
I panicked. If she really drowns, I'm doomed.
I quickly got up and went to the bathroom door.
"Girl, girl, are you alright? Don't sleep, I'm coming in." The moment I pushed the door open, a response came, "Hmm...~!" Our eyes met. She was lying naked in the bathtub, covered in rich foam, revealing her fair neck and sexy collarbone.
I was stunned.
"Ah...~! How did you get in?" She covered her chest with her hands.
"No need to cover it, there are bubbles, you can't see it," I said casually. "I called you, and you didn't answer. I was afraid you'd drown if you fell asleep," I said with a smile. "Go out quickly, I'm fine, I really did fall asleep just now." Her reaction wasn't so strong.
"You're beautiful," I said with a smile.
"I originally planned to go to a bar tonight to let loose and release my pent-up emotions from all these years, but I didn't expect to meet you at the beach. We had a great chat, and I didn't expect you to be such a gentleman," she murmured, her head down.
"What a pity..." I said.
"What's a pity?" she asked in surprise.
"The scoundrel who was supposed to be a gentleman has just been beaten to death." I smiled and replied, "Tonight, let's indulge ourselves together. Two strangers, no names asked, no questions asked. Tomorrow morning, we'll still be strangers." I continued. She didn't answer, still hesitating.
"Let's take a bath together," I continued.
"Take your clothes out, it's damp here." She hesitated for a moment and said. It seemed like she agreed and disagreed at the same time. I assumed she agreed.
I quickly took her clothes out and took off my own clothes as well. I went back into the bathroom. She didn't look at me, seemed a little nervous, her face turned to the side of the wall. I got into the bathtub and lay down next to her. As soon as I lay down, she turned her head and gently pressed her lips to my chest.
"I'm not a casual person..." she said softly.
"I am," I said softly as well.
She wanted to say something more, but I didn't give her a chance. I lowered my head and slowly kissed her lips.
She trembled all over, seemingly not expecting it to be so fast. Slowly, she adjusted to my temperature and the process. Slowly, I gently opened her lips with my tongue and tasted her sweetness. Soon, their tongues intertwined, passionately kissing.
One hand traced her cheek, slowly moving down her white neck and sexy collarbone. It slowly moved towards her chest, covering her full, firm breasts, which could be grasped in one hand, gently kneading and caressing them.
"Mmm..." she breathed softly.
Continuing downwards, past her flat stomach, it intended to attack her lower body, but was stopped. Oh well. A respectable girl wouldn't be so easy to please. No rush.
The passionate kiss ignited a fire within them, and their bodies intertwined in the large bathtub, splashing water constantly washing over their faces.
In the bathtub, I stopped kissing, lifted her up, and placed her on top of me, facing each other. She lay on top of me, her entire upper body exposed—it was indeed perfect. Flawless. Why wouldn't someone cherish such a woman?
I gently helped her up, letting her straddle my waist, and I lifted my head, kissing her snow-white breasts. Savoring the cherry, my tongue swirled around it, teasing her and stimulating my senses.
"Mmm...no...don't...~!" she instinctively refused, causing me to stop immediately.
"If you feel any dislike or regret, I'll stop right away," I said, intending to get her off me. She held me back, blushing, and said, "I...I'm a little...shy~!"
I didn't reply, sitting in the water, my arms wrapped around her waist, continuing to kiss her breasts. While kissing, I whispered, "You have the right to stop at any time. If you want to indulge, you have to let go completely." She didn't answer. I continued kissing her breasts, and she reached out and wrapped her arms around my head. After slowly savoring two cherries, I looked up at her flushed cheeks. The steam in the bathroom, the smell of alcohol, made her face even redder, making her look exceptionally alluring.
I touched her thigh, slowly exploring her lower body. I didn't go too far, just a light touch, and she felt a jolt all over her body. I slowly lifted her body, making her half-squat on my waist. I looked at her, thoroughly and meticulously examining the girl on top of me. Her
fair skin had a slight pinkish hue after the hot water wash. Her cheeks were flushed and smooth from the passionate kiss. Her long, black hair was tied up on top of her head, and there wasn't an ounce of excess fat on her body. Perfect, stunningly beautiful figure paired with a beautiful face, I was completely mesmerized. I, who was known for hunting prey in the nightlife scene, seemed to have never captured such a perfect beauty before.
She was a little embarrassed by my stare and gently turned her head, looking away. I gently lifted her chin, forcing her to continue looking at me.
"What~!" she said shyly.
"Have you ever faced a stranger naked before? I want you to relax, let loose, forget the darkness in your heart. After tonight, you'll still be the outstanding person everyone admires. Tonight, completely break free from your inner fear and turmoil," I said quietly to her.
She seemed shocked, her eyes fixed on me.
Before she could react, I slowly lowered one hand, gently lifting my already erect penis, adjusting my angle and position, and slowly approaching her honey pot. The first contact, just a small touch, seemed to stimulate her greatly. She gasped, her breasts noticeably lifting. Then, she placed her hands on my shoulders, biting her lower lip tightly, frowning, and slightly closing her eyes, waiting for my entry.
"I'm going in," I asked, knowing the answer already, which was pointless.
She didn't answer, and I didn't wait for her reply. My waist slowly arched upward, and my penis, which I was holding, squeezed into her honey pot inch by inch. Her already tight, not-so-moistened vagina tightened even more from the stimulation, making entry very difficult. I wasn't in a hurry; I slowly pushed the head of my penis in and then stopped.
"Mmm...~!" The entry of the head of my penis elicited a slight response from her.
I continued deeper, slowly and gently, inch by inch, inserting the entire head of my penis. Throughout this, she shrugged her shoulders and kept her eyes closed. I didn't rush to insert it all the way in; the resistance told me her vagina wasn't wet enough, and such insertion would diminish the pleasure for both of us. I slowly withdrew part of the head, leaving only a small portion inside her vagina, then slowly inserted it again. The second insertion was slightly deeper than the first, repeating this process slowly and gently. Gradually, her vagina began to fill up. I couldn't tell if it was the water I brought in or her own fluids, but gradually, her vagina became lubricated, and I had already penetrated more than halfway, without her feeling any pressure or pain.
"Girl, is it okay?" I asked provocatively.
She still didn't answer, still kept her eyes closed, but her obviously rapid breathing told me what she was feeling.
Since she was already wet, there was no need for adjustment; since I had decided to indulge, there was no need for subtlety.
In the next second, I planned to make her open her eyes; how could I miss such a wonderful moment?
I thrust my hips forward, plunging my entire penis into her vagina, straight to the deepest point.
"Ah…~!" Startled by the sudden attack, the girl abruptly opened her eyes and screamed.
I didn't stop, moving my hips up and down, thrusting in and out, then thrusting in again.
"Ah…ah…slow…slower…ah…" She straddled me, her hands still gripping my shoulders. Because she had no center of gravity, she could only rely on her arms for support; she couldn't move and could only let me thrust in and out.
I ignored her cries and showed no intention of stopping, continuing to thrust in and out all the way. I pulled my hands away, no longer holding her buttocks, and grabbed her swaying breasts in front of me, squeezing and kneading them forcefully. I occasionally pinched her nipples.
"Ah…please…slower…slower…I…can't…ah…ah…don't pinch…ah…" Her pleas for mercy grew even stronger.
After thrusting vigorously for nearly five or six minutes, the girl had gone from begging to moaning and groaning in response. Having adjusted to the size and frequency, all that was left was to enjoy it. But I couldn't take it anymore; this position was too tiring, especially on my back. For someone not exactly young like me, it was becoming too much.
I slowly stopped thrusting, giving us both a moment to catch our breath.
"You're so naughty, so fast, I, I…" she said coquettishly.
"What? Is it good?" I asked slowly
. "Mmm~" she lowered her head and answered softly.
"There's something even better," I laughed.
I slowly pulled out my penis, got out of the bathtub, and pulled her out too. "Don't linger in there after you've washed," I teased.
She didn't know what I was going to do, but obediently got out of the bathtub.
I pulled her to the sink on the other side of the bathroom, had her place her hands on the sink, and then walked around behind her. I was going to attack from behind. Such a perfect figure; entering from behind would be a visual feast.
She understood my meaning and cooperated perfectly, adjusting her body. I subtly adjusted the space and angle of her legs, placing one hand on her waist.
"Sink down here, straighten your legs, that way your ass will stick up higher," I lewdly instructed.
"You bad boy, how many women have you been with? You're so experienced!" Her feigned anger only fueled my desire.
I ignored her, smiling as I admired her perfect figure from behind.
Pear-shaped, snow-white, taut waist, rounded buttocks, so bouncy and elastic with each gentle slap.
"Have you seen enough?!" she asked, looking up at me in the mirror in front of the sink. "So beautiful!" I replied, looking at her reflection.
She lowered her head, seemingly embarrassed that few people used the word "beautiful" to describe her.
Holding my still-erect penis, I slowly approached her vagina. Her pink vulva, which I had already adjusted to the correct angle, was still slightly open, as if telling me that the passion from before hadn't completely faded. A glistening liquid clung to the surface of her vulva, alluring and tempting.
Holding my penis, I thrust it into her body once more.
"Mmm…~!" a soft moan escaped her lips.
This time, there was no resistance; the lubrication inside her vulva hadn't dried, and I entered smoothly to the deepest point.
This time, there was no teasing, no pausing, no panting. The very next second after entering, I gripped her waist and began a fierce assault. My entire penis was almost completely withdrawn in one go, then thrusting back in without pause, reaching the deepest point and then withdrawing completely. Wide, sweeping thrusts, all-out pounding.
"Ah…ah…faster…faster…so…good…" This girl was in the zone, her ladylike demeanor completely gone, crying out loudly.
"Finally, you know what pleasure is, huh~!" I laughed loudly; this was exactly the result I wanted.
"So good... ah... so good... so deep... so stimulating... faster... come... I want it..." She cried out loudly in a frenzied state.
Her hands were on the counter, face down on her arms, twisting her upper body to meet my thrusts. I, with my hands around her waist, gripped her snow-white, elastic buttocks and thrust violently. The not-so-large bathroom was filled with the incessant slapping sounds of buttocks hitting each other. The room was filled with an atmosphere of debauchery.
Ten minutes, ten minutes of intense thrusting, allowed both of us to experience the pleasure of sex. The girl's moans rose higher and higher. The occasional vulgar words stimulated my mind and my hearing.
Each time I withdrew, I turned the tender flesh inside her vagina inside out, only to bring it back in with each subsequent insertion. Her tight vagina felt like countless tiny hands, gently caressing my penis.
"Ah...so good...fuck...kill me...ah...faster...harder..." Her lewd moans gradually betrayed her.
I had initially thought a respectable girl wouldn't behave so wantonly, but I was wrong. Then I realized she had a good-for-nothing boyfriend who had probably watched countless pornographic films online and imitated some of the scenes; her boyfriend must have been training her. At that moment, I abandoned my initial impression of her, and my own lewdness was aroused.
I continued to thrust vigorously into her vagina, which was already overflowing. I freed one hand and grabbed her hair, slowly lifting her head.
"Look at yourself in the mirror, being fucked from behind by a stranger. Exciting, isn't it?" I said wickedly. I hesitated for a moment, worried that she couldn't handle such stimulation. But her reaction surprised me greatly.
"Exciting...ah...so good...I'm being...fucked...by a stranger...ah...fuck me...fuck me to death...I'm so happy...ah...harder...so good...it feels so good down there...it feels so good to be fucked by you...don't stop...keep fucking me...fuck my pussy~!" When the last shred of dignity and face was lost, what followed was utter madness and passion.
"Okay...I'll fuck you to death today," she thought, her triumphant joy barely concealed.
"Please...fuck me to death...no need...no need to hold back...let me fuck you...let me fuck you to my heart's content," she shouted loudly at me in the mirror.
Two naked figures, their sweat mingling with bathwater, were reflected in the mirror. The woman's eyes were alluring, her brows furrowed as she stared at the man. The man's body was tense, one hand on the woman's waist, the other pulling her hair as he thrust forcefully. The scene was out of control, chaotic, and lewd.
Ten more minutes passed, and both were drenched in sweat. The temperature in the bathroom rose sharply, making it seem like they could hardly breathe.
In the final moments, it was time to climax. I could clearly feel
my lower body swelling violently, as if a thousand troops were about to unleash their power, just waiting for the command. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum inside you...!" I shouted at my reflection, my face still pulled up in the mirror.
"Ah... cum... cum inside me... cum all inside me... don't come out... cum... cum inside me..." she echoed loudly in the mirror.
With the last dozen or so thrusts, there was a sudden pause. My swollen penis pressed tightly against her clitoris, her thighs and buttocks pressed tightly together. My hands suddenly wrapped around her front, forcefully squeezing her swaying breasts.
"Oh...!" I ejaculated.
Like a thousand troops awaiting a command, I surged forth like warriors going into battle, spraying thick fluid onto her delicate flower. The scalding semen caused her whole body to tremble uncontrollably.
"Ah... I ejaculated... It's hot... Ah... It feels good... So hot... Ah... Ah..." With each spurt of my semen, her body convulsed and trembled.
In a moment, the thousand troops roared past, leaving behind only a mess.
I slowly withdrew my limp penis, and she, exhausted, lost her balance and collapsed to the ground. I sat on the edge of the bathtub, looking at the girl I had ravaged, a wicked smile on my face.
After a quick wash, I gently carried her to the bed. She was too tired; after my fierce assault, she had clearly entered a state of feigned sleep. I slowly put her down, and she pulled me close, murmuring, "Hold me while I sleep."
I lay down beside her, naked, holding her, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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