Library Climax Experience

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My name is Yun Huan, I'm twenty years old, and a sophomore in college. To

outsiders, I'm the kind of model student—a model student with excellent grades and conduct from childhood. But no one knows I have a secret.

Every night, lying in bed, I fantasize about a blurry-faced man lying beside me, embracing me with his strong arms, kissing me with his sweaty lips, violating me with his powerful body… These fantasies drive me crazy, but I hide them well.

After starting college and leaving my hometown, I felt like I'd been freed from some kind of constraint. Especially after getting online, I learned that many people are like me, just with stronger desires than others—nothing special, nothing shameful.

But I still remain chaste. It's not that I don't want a man; I just don't want to be casual.

Later, I learned to masturbate. After almost being caught buying sex toys by my roommate, I moved out of the dorm at the start of my sophomore year and rented a place outside. When I have free time, I entertain myself in my room.

But… I don't feel satisfied. The ecstasy, intoxicating, soul-stirring feeling I'd read about in books was something I'd never experienced. Perhaps only a real man could give me that feeling… but none of that stopped me from finding pleasure, even if it wasn't at its peak.

That day, I sat in a corner of the library, flipping through a book. This book, masquerading as a world classic, was actually a story of entanglements between a woman and several men, incredibly erotic. Although the author was a man, he depicted the pleasures of lovemaking with exquisite detail and tenderness.

I felt a little itchy, and taking advantage of being in a corner where no one would notice, I couldn't resist reaching under my skirt and touching my private parts. However, after a while, the light around me suddenly dimmed. I quickly withdrew my hand, pretending to be calm, and looked up to see a handsome foreign man with a high nose and blue eyes.

He sat down next to me, and I quickly closed the book, tossed it aside, and opened my own book, pretending to study.

At that moment, a rough hand suddenly touched my thigh from under the table. The sensation was so sudden and intense that I couldn't help but tremble. I looked up and saw the handsome man with his head down, oblivious to everyone around him.

I hesitated for a moment, then didn't move. His hand began to caress my thigh, gradually slipping under my skirt. I tried to close my legs, but they weren't firm, so he easily parted them. His fingers touched my underwear, and he suddenly whispered in my ear, "You're wet. Let me help you?"

Before I could answer, his hands became more brazen. He first groped around through my underwear for a few moments, then pulled it aside and directly touched my clitoris, gently rubbing it.

I gasped. His fingers were rough, and it hurt a little when they touched my clitoris, but more than that, it was a tingling, itchy sensation, ten times more intense than if I had done it myself. I started to believe what they said in books: that when lovemaking reaches its peak, it can make you feel like you're in heaven.

His fingers slid down, touching the fluid flowing from my hidden opening. He hooked his finger around it and said, "So sensitive. Looks like you can't wait?"

I hadn't said anything, but I was actually a little nervous. After all, this was a library, and even though it was around two or three in the afternoon when it was least crowded, someone could still come at any moment. Suddenly, he stood up, picked me up, and placed me on the table. He was very strong, and I couldn't resist at all.

"Don't do this," I said, "This is a library, there are people here." I pushed against his chest. It was hard there, and the feel was completely different from my own softness, so I didn't exert much force.

"No one's here. And you're so wet, are you sure you want me to stop?" he teased, reaching out to unbutton my clothes.

Because it was summer, I was only wearing a shirt, and I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Actually, I wasn't originally, but I had secretly taken out my bra while reading earlier, so that with my body pressed against the table, the friction on my nipples would be more noticeable. But I didn't expect this to happen.

Seeing my full, undisguised breasts, his gaze darkened, and he chuckled, "I saw you masturbating earlier and knew you were a slut. Dressed like this, you're just itching to get fucked, aren't you?"

His words carried a hint of humiliation, but somehow, they excited me, making me even wetter.

He didn't hold back, squeezing and kneading my breasts while his lips roamed around my neck. I'd always thought my upper body wasn't sensitive, but his touch sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Hearing my voice, he released one hand and went straight to my mouth, sucking and biting, making me unbearably itchy and increasingly empty down there.

I felt myself burning, and guessed my face must be flushed. I opened my eyes and looked at him; he was busy with something, but his clothes were perfectly intact.

I resentfully pulled off his shirt and stroked his muscles. He was well-built, with a great physique, which made me even more eager for what was to come.

Seemingly aroused by my touch, he commanded, "Take off your bottom too!" He pushed my skirt up, ripped off my panties, and inserted a finger into my vagina.

I couldn't help but gasp, squeezing his finger tightly.

"A virgin?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "You've struck gold today. Don't worry, I'll give you an unforgettable first time. One you'll never forget."

Just hearing those words made me feel weak. Judging from our recent experience, he must be very experienced; maybe he really could… My fingers trembled as I pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect penis. Foreigners' things are indeed larger. I gasped, afraid I couldn't accommodate him.

He wasn't in a hurry, biting my nipples until they were red and swollen before kissing my way down from my chest, then spreading my legs and approaching my vulva.

This was the first time my private parts were exposed to someone, and I couldn't help but feel nervous. I also felt a little expectant.

"So beautiful, baby." He glanced at me, then reached out and parted the labia, revealing the clitoris hidden within.

I had just felt a slight chill when, in the next instant, a thick, hot tongue pressed against my vulva, licking around it, especially circling my clitoris, making my body go weak and causing me to let out a soft cry.

Then the tongue pierced into my flower cave, gently moving in and out. In no time, my flower cave was wet and soft, and I was breathing softly, unable to even cry out.

But on the other hand, a feeling of emptiness spread from my body, as if expecting something to fill me. I couldn't help but lift my leg and hook it around his waist.

At this moment, he finally straightened up, supporting my waist as he brought his penis to me, smearing a little nectar on the outside of my flower cave, and then thrusting it in!

Pain! The expectation completely turned into pain. I was in so much pain that tears came to my eyes. I bit down on his nipple, my legs stiffening, my whole body frozen.

“Relax, baby,” he said, panting as he patted my back. “You’re squeezing too tight, I can’t move.”

“It hurts,” I said, and then I suddenly remembered something. “You didn’t use a condom.”

“Using a condom is pointless. Don’t you want to swallow my essence, baby?” he said, erotically touching my lower abdomen. “If you get pregnant, we’ll have the baby.”

I didn’t believe a man who slept with someone on the first date would take responsibility. And I really didn’t need to take responsibility; I just wanted to enjoy sex, so I emphasized, “Don’t ejaculate inside.”

“Okay.” After saying that, I wasn’t in so much pain anymore. He tried to move a little, and seeing that I didn’t object, he began to thrust shallowly.

His movements were small, and although it was a little uncomfortable, it was bearable. After all, it was my first time. It wasn’t until that tingling sensation returned, and I felt that his movements were no longer satisfying me, that I whispered, “Okay, hurry up.”

“You really are a slut, so horny even on your first time. With a little training, you'll probably never be able to live without men.” He said, swaying his hips and beginning to thrust vigorously.

I took a few breaths before finally keeping up with the rhythm, my hands on his shoulders. “Don’t you men like this?”

“Yes, you little slut!” he said, speeding up.

I couldn’t speak, I could only cling to him, occasionally letting out a moan or two.

He suddenly said, “Your moaning sounds so nice.”

I knew he was encouraging me to moan louder, but I knew we were in a library, so I kept biting my lip.

Suddenly, his big thing hit a spot when it hit me, and I couldn’t help but moan. He smiled smugly at me, found that spot, and thrust hard, making me scream “Ahhh!”

I was afraid of attracting attention, so I quickly covered my mouth with my hand. He laughed smugly, “It feels even better when you moan.”

But he didn’t continue to stimulate me, probably not wanting to make a scene.

But with that much stimulation just now, I had reached my limit, and as soon as he slowed down, I became unsatisfied.

Actually, when I masturbate, I usually only reach this level; it seems the stimulation isn’t enough, so I can’t orgasm. Although it was pleasurable, it was really hard to satisfy me, especially lately.

So I immediately said without hesitation, "Hurry up, are you out of energy?"

"Slut!" He lifted my buttocks, "I'll satisfy you!" Saying that, he began to thrust violently like a storm. I was so stimulated that I couldn't help but tremble all over, and I gushed out streams of vaginal fluid. I reached my first orgasm.

Doused with my vaginal fluid, he couldn't help himself either, and after a few thrusts, he was about to ejaculate. I hurriedly tried to remind him not to ejaculate inside, but it was too late.

He held me and calmed his breathing before getting up to straighten his clothes, praising me, "Baby, you're amazing!"

I didn't want to pay attention to him, and quickly went to the bathroom to tidy myself up after getting dressed. Although I was wanton inside, I didn't want anyone to see me disheveled and with a face full of lust.

But when I stood on the ground, I realized that my legs were very weak. This lovemaking was indeed very enjoyable. It was too rushed to be in the library, otherwise it would have been even better.

The handsome foreign guy obviously thought so too, and asked for my number, planning to arrange to meet again.

I shook my head. "If we're destined to meet again, we will."

[The End]

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