The breast milk of the beautiful married senior

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Introduction:
This afternoon, because a famous professor was giving a lecture, the school's labs were deserted. I hid in a corner of my basement office, opened the "Siheyuan" website, and saw that my article from last October, "Those Who Want to Drink Breast Milk, Please Come In," was back on the homepage in the "Laughing and Talking" section. There must have been new replies, so I clicked on the post, and the familiar photos appeared before my eyes again.
Just as I was intently looking at the refrigerator full of frozen breast milk, suddenly someone slapped me on the head. I looked up in alarm—too much worse, it was my senior, the owner of all that breast milk!
"What are you looking at? Hey, isn't that my picture?... Did you post that?" Unfortunately, my senior easily saw the photo on my 24-inch monitor. "You little rascal, why did you post these pictures?" She looked at it while raising her hand to hit me again.
"I didn't post your face, I covered it up. Besides, this one doesn't show anything, it's a very sweet photo!" I argued while dodging.
"But you posted it on a porn site! How shameful!" My senior, whether genuinely angry or feigning, continued to hit me relentlessly.
I dodged again, then grabbed her wrist, pulled her onto my lap, wrapped my arm around her slender waist, and whispered with a smile, "When you were complaining about your breasts being engorged and asking me to suckle, weren't you ashamed?"
"You're so annoying! Didn't I already say this wouldn't happen again? Let me go!" My senior struggled to get off me, pouting.
"I want to drink milk again, what should I do?" Of course, I didn't let go, still holding her.
"Go to hell, there's no milk left, it's stopped." My senior continued to resist.
"Don't believe me!" I said, gently kneading my senior's swollen breasts through her clothes.
"I can smell the milk."
Even through her clothes, my senior's body couldn't help but tremble when my hands touched her full breasts. She tried desperately to hide her reaction, struggling even more fiercely to break free from me, but her body didn't lie, instinctively responding to every touch.
This 25-year-old senior was as thirsty as a dried-up stream. She had given birth to her baby last summer, but because her husband (my former senior) was now a graduate student at another university, the baby was sent back to China when it was only a few months old.
At that time, her breast milk was as plentiful as a mountain spring, gushing out without needing to be expressed; but her body was unusually thirsty, especially after the baby was sent back and her husband wasn't around… “It's really gone, it was so hard to stop, ah…” Her resistance weakened, and her breathing became increasingly rapid under my touch.
“What if it's still there?” I deliberately asked.
“Whatever you say. Humph!” she retorted stubbornly.
"Take off your bra so I can check."
"Fine, you've seen it before anyway." The cute senior willingly unbuttoned her top, deftly removing her bra and tossing it into my hand, saying, "See, it's dry, isn't it?" Silly senior, haven't you heard of "the real intention is not in the bra"? I didn't even look at her bra; instead, I grabbed her snow-white, full breasts and kneaded them forcefully, savoring the delicate, smooth feel.
"Ah... what are you doing? Ah Qian, you're so bad, you broke your promise!" the senior screamed.
"You asked me to check! I said you should take off your bra so I can check, but I didn't say whether I was checking your bra or your breasts!" I said with a smile, while gripping her proud breasts even tighter, kneading her nipples back and forth, hoping to squeeze out milk. But
the senior seemed to have really stopped breastfeeding; no matter how much I squeezed, there was no more of the gushing milk of the past. Since squeezing by hand wasn't working, I simply took my senior's already hardened nipple into my mouth and began sucking on it like a baby.
Suddenly, her nipple was sucked by my warm, wet lips, and she couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm." Her breathing became more rapid, her body trembled uncontrollably, and although she was weakly moaning, "Mmm... Ah Qian, no... don't..." her body was uncontrollably twisting and turning, even arching her chest high to meet my thrusts.
Suddenly, a slightly fishy, sweet taste filled my mouth, and I was delighted; sure enough, her milk hadn't completely stopped flowing. I lifted my head and continued to knead and rotate her breasts with my hands. Finally, with my persistent efforts, a single, glistening drop of milk oozed from her cherry-pink nipple.
I hurriedly pulled out my phone to record. My senior was taken aback and asked what I was doing. I said, "Of course, I need to keep evidence so you can't deny it."
Although she was a little shy, she still let me finish recording the ten-odd seconds of video. Then she asked me shyly,
"Okay, I lost. What do you want?"
"Post the video I just recorded online and let thousands of men see your snow-white, full breasts dripping with milk." As I spoke, I unbuttoned her jeans and slid my hand down her smooth, white body into her lace panties, which were already throbbing with desire and soaking wet.
"No, please don't... It would be so embarrassing if other men saw it!" My senior protested weakly under my caresses.
"Wouldn't you be excited to see other men masturbating while looking at your snow-white breasts? Just imagine those big, thick, hard dicks, and in their fantasies, your little hole being penetrated by them again and again..." As I spoke, I slid my finger along my senior's already hardened clitoris.
Hearing my words, I clearly felt a surge of heat gushing from my senior's vagina; she was obviously being led into a fantasy by my words.
"Think about those big, meaty cocks, a hundred times better than your vibrator, ten thousand times better than your husband's limp penis. How long has it been since you've been penetrated by a real, big cock? Two months? Three months? Think about those big, veiny dicks, those men kneading your snow-white breasts, sucking your milk, thrusting into you relentlessly, filling your thirsty, pink little cunt with their semen..."
"Ah..." My senior's buttocks trembled, and her long-preserved vaginal fluid gushed out from her vagina.
Unexpectedly, she orgasmed so quickly! The long-awaited orgasm left her in a trance, letting out a weeping moan, her body convulsing continuously.
I lovingly held her in my arms and whispered, "Senior, you're not that thirsty, are you? Didn't your husband just see you the other day?" Having
just climaxed, the senior had lost her earlier shyness and said directly, "Didn't you say his limp penis is useless?"
The word "penis" coming from the usually elegant senior's mouth excited me. I pressed,
"Since it's limp, how did you get pregnant with his child?"
The senior's pretty face flushed slightly. Despite the indulgence of her climax, she still said shyly, "It's because I satisfy his sexual fantasies that he can get an erection."
"What sexual fantasies?" Damn! Now I felt incredibly thirsty myself, even though I had just had sex with my girlfriend at the library during lunch.
"Hmm...hmm, for example...for example...when I masturbate in front of other men, his limp penis gets hard, really hard, and he can penetrate me and ejaculate," the senior murmured.
"Anything else?" Damn, my dick is rock hard. I never expected my usually well-mannered senior to have such a fetish!
"Um, and... and in front of him, when other men fuck me, he gets really excited..." Hearing this, I didn't care that we were in the office and couldn't help but growl, "Let him get excited to his heart's content!" As I spoke, I pressed my senior onto the table, making her stick her ass up. I pulled out my already hard and hot dick, and with a thrust of my hips, "whoosh," my big, fleshy cock, aided by the slippery lustful fluid, broke through layers of soft flesh and slid in smoothly to the root!
As I thrust into my moaning senior, a series of memories flooded back. It turned out that the events of the past weren't necessarily coincidences…
(I) First Encounter with My Senior and Her Husband
When I first arrived at the university in the US, I arrived too early and encountered some registration problems, so I couldn't move into the school's dormitory. I originally planned to stay in a hotel near the school, but luckily I met a Chinese couple studying for their master's degree in the same department.
They were my seniors, and during our conversation, I learned that they were from the same hometown as me, and my senior even shared the same surname—we were from the same clan. I felt a strong connection; so when they learned of my situation, they generously invited me to stay at their home for a few days. This was the first time I met my senior; at that time, her husband, my senior, hadn't yet transferred to another school.
My senior was a very beautiful girl, with an oval face, big eyes, full and sexy lips, and fair and delicate skin. She had a sweet smile. My senior was rather tall and thin, wearing glasses, and looked very refined. My first impression of them was quite good.
My senior and her family lived in a one-bedroom apartment. Besides the bedroom and dining room, there was a separate living room (this is common in older American apartments, with separate dining and living rooms), separated from their bedroom by a wall.
This room was probably their study. Two simple bookshelves were piled high with lecture notes, textbooks, and notebooks. A large desk was also stacked with academic journals and printed documents. A rather old desktop computer occupied one corner of the desk. In addition, there was a three-drawer chest and a closet. Luckily, my senior had an extra mattress, which became my temporary bed in the living room.
On my first night at their place, my senior was busy cooking. Their hospitality made me feel right at home. After putting my things away and quickly washing up, I went to help in the kitchen. When I
entered the kitchen, I found it to be unbearably hot and stuffy, like hell. It was a summer evening, and the setting sun relentlessly poured its last rays into the west-facing kitchen. Although a large fan on the kitchen windowsill was humming, the air was blowing outwards. Since Americans generally don't cook, the apartment didn't have a range hood or similar appliance. Cooking fumes would trigger the smoke alarm, so a fan was the only option to remove them. However, because the fan was constantly blowing air outwards, the kitchen felt like it was being roasted.
When the senior student got home, she changed into lighter clothing—a pair of denim shorts and a loose-fitting crew-neck t-shirt. Even though she was dressed lightly, she was still sweating profusely in the sweltering kitchen, beads of sweat glistening on her fair face.
Seeing me come in, she continued working while smiling and saying, "Qian, it's so hot in the kitchen, don't come in."
"Let me help. Do you need me to wash the vegetables? Why don't you rest for a bit and cool off, I'll wash them for you." I said, walking over to her and trying to take the cucumbers she was washing.
"No, no, you're a guest, you should go out!" My senior nudged me with her elbow, trying to get me out.
Only then did I notice that her t-shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to her body, and even the pattern of her bra was visible. Perhaps because I was a stranger in her house, she had to be "dressed properly," changing her clothes without even taking off her bra! But this must have made her even hotter.
"Really, don't be so polite, don't treat me like an outsider, go wipe your sweat, you look so hot." I still insisted on helping, squeezing next to her, and inadvertently smelled the fragrance of her fine sweat, like perfume, or perhaps her natural body scent, and I couldn't help but feel a tickle in my heart.
Seeing my insistence on helping, my senior said, "After I finish washing, you can slice the cucumber for me." As she spoke, she carefully rubbed the thick cucumber up and down with her fair and delicate hands, meticulously washing it.
Such actions were truly suggestive. However, since my senior was so kind to me, I naturally didn't dare to have too many wild thoughts. By the time she finished washing the cucumber, I had already washed my hands and started preparing to shred it on the cutting board.
While she was washing her face in the bathroom, she went to the bedroom, briefly spoke to my senior, and then returned to the kitchen. By then, I had already shredded the cucumber and washed the green peppers beside me, preparing to wash the thawed beef I had taken out of the freezer. My senior was surprised by my efficiency, praising me repeatedly and asking how I was so good at these things.
"Because when I was little, my dad went to the south to hide from his debts, leaving only my mom and me at home. My mom works at a TV station and is very busy, so I started cooking for myself from a very young age, otherwise I would have starved to death long ago," I joked.
It was then that I noticed my senior's bra was off under her t-shirt, her full breasts bulging against the sweat-soaked fabric, looking undeniably sexy. If it weren't for the large floral print on the front of the t-shirt, I could probably even see the outline of her nipples clearly. I couldn't help but fantasize about her warm, white breasts.
But I immediately felt that such thoughts were disgusting; how could I fantasize about such a beautiful and kind senior? To hide my unease, I casually chatted with her, asking, "Doesn't your senior usually cook?"
"Him? He'd rather starve than cook," she said, taking out an apron to tie for me. Because I was washing meat, she was worried about dirty water splashing on me.
As her snow-white arm wrapped around my waist to tie the apron, I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild again, quickly splashing cold water on my arms to calm myself down.
Dinner was a sumptuous and delicious affair, thanks to the combined efforts of my senior and me. My senior ate with gusto, praising it highly. My senior, seizing
the opportunity, teased him, saying, "Look at Qian, so young and already such a good cook. Why don't you learn from him?" I was naturally pleased by her praise. My senior didn't seem to mind, instead jokingly asking,
"Haha, regretting not finding a husband who can cook?"
But then my senior suddenly fell silent. My senior seemed to realize he'd said something inappropriate and quickly lowered his head to eat. The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Although I didn't know what they were talking about, I knew I needed to quickly change the subject: "By the way, senior, how did you and my senior meet?"
As we ate and chatted, I learned that they were high school and university classmates in China, practically childhood sweethearts. After graduating from university, my senior received a scholarship to a graduate school in the US to pursue his PhD, but my sister didn't. To come to the US with him, they got married right after graduation, and my sister accompanied him as his wife.
A year later, she finally received a scholarship to our university through his graduate advisor to begin her PhD studies. The first year was tough; they relied solely on his meager scholarship, so it was very difficult. My sister not only did all the housework but also had to find odd jobs. She worked as a waitress at a Chinese restaurant near the university for a while.
Because of her dependent status (she held an F2 visa), she couldn't work in the US, so she worked illegally at the restaurant and suffered a lot of exploitation from the owner. Perhaps because of this unpleasant experience, she was reluctant to talk about her time working there.
After the meal, I quickly got up to clear the dishes, but my sister stopped me, saying it was my senior's job; since he hadn't helped with the cooking, washing the dishes should be his responsibility. The senior student usually washes the dishes, so he quickly and efficiently cleared the table and then went to the kitchen to wash them.
The senior student asked if I needed a drawer to temporarily store my change of clothes, so she wouldn't have to rummage through my suitcase every day; I quickly thanked her, thinking to myself that she was such a considerate girl.
She followed me to the living room where I was temporarily staying, opened the middle drawer of the three-drawer chest, and emptied its contents into the other two drawers. I glanced at it and noticed that the middle drawer contained some of my senior's old clothes, mostly underwear.
My senior noticed me looking at her, a little embarrassed, and said, "These old clothes will be useful when I have a baby."
Just then, I noticed her pulling a white, round stick out of her drawer, about seventeen or eighteen centimeters long, with a rounded end and a flat end. Curious, I asked, "What's this?" Her face flushed red, and she stammered, "This... um... it's a hand massager. If you type a lot and your fingers are sore, you can use it to massage them. But it's broken now; it accidentally fell into the water."
Hearing the word "massage," I immediately realized what it was, and my heart skipped a beat. But I also found her explanation hilarious, and without thinking, I asked, "Isn't it waterproof?"
"This kind is older, not waterproof, so it breaks easily," she said. Only after saying this did she realize her mistake, her face turning even redder. She quickly lowered her head and hurriedly cleaned the drawer. Luckily, she didn't turn around, otherwise she would definitely have seen my erection...
After cleaning the drawers, I started putting in some frequently used clothes. My senior asked if I wanted to take a shower, as it was quite hot from cooking. I told her to shower first, and I would shower after I finished tidying up the clothes.
After my senior left, I was alone in the living room. I couldn't resist the urge to take out the vibrator from earlier and examine it more closely. After all, it was something my beautiful senior had used, and it had been damaged by her vaginal fluids, which made me think a lot. However, I was also worried about being discovered, so I held back and decided to wait until later. After
obediently finishing tidying up, I chatted with my senior for a while. My senior then came out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around her hair and a few strands of long, wet hair falling across her forehead. She was wearing only a tank top and shorts, without a bra. Her round breasts were alluringly prominent, and her nipples, like rosebuds, were hard against the tank top, tinged with a light pink.
I was stunned for a moment, forgetting the caution I had repeatedly reminded myself to be. It wasn't until my senior asked me a question that I suddenly snapped out of it, and awkwardly mumbled an answer, knowing he must have seen my lapse in composure.
I was the last to shower. Entering the bathroom, I tried hard to find any clues my senior had left behind, but apart from a few strands of long hair scattered in the bathtub, I found nothing, feeling somewhat disappointed. After
showering, I read for a while. Seeing that the light in my senior's bedroom was off, I turned off my light and prepared to sleep, but I was still thinking about the broken vibrator in the dresser. I quietly went to the dresser in the dark, opened the first drawer, and carefully felt around, afraid of making any loud noise. But then I realized that the apartment walls weren't very soundproof; I could vaguely hear my senior and senior talking in bed.
I held my breath, trying to hear what they were saying, but I couldn't hear clearly, after all, there was a wall in between. But then it suddenly occurred to me that half of the wall was a walk-in closet, and I might be able to hear more clearly if I crawled inside. So I quietly opened the closet door and slipped inside.
It was crammed full of things. I moved cautiously, carefully listening to their every word. Finally, I found a good spot to eavesdrop in a corner of the closet. Because of the heating pipes running through it, there was a round hole in the wall leading directly to the senior students' bedroom. Although the hole didn't allow me to directly peek into the senior students' bedroom, I could hear their conversation perfectly clearly while peering through the pipes.
The senior students were discussing things that had happened in the lab during the day. I listened for a while, but didn't quite understand; it seemed to be related to the senior students' advisor, so I wasn't very interested. The small space in the closet was not only stuffy but also made my legs ache, so I was about to get up when I heard them start talking about me. I couldn't help but prick up my ears again.
"Qian is a nice guy, likable, honest and capable," the senior student said. I was naturally pleased to hear that.
"Honest? I doubt it... But seriously, you're such a little slut, coming out like that right after showering, aren't you afraid of being seen naked by Qian?" The senior seemed a little jealous.
I thought of my embarrassment when the senior showered, and couldn't help but feel annoyed.
"Ah..."
The senior let out a soft moan. Since I couldn't see what was happening, I couldn't help but imagine that the senior was probably starting to caress her.
"Ugh, everyone's as horny as you. Do you expect me to be fully dressed after showering?" the senior
said coquettishly. "That's why Qian isn't honest either! He stared at your big, trembling breasts, did you see that big bulge in his pants?" the senior said.
"That just means your wife has a good figure! Hehe!" the senior laughed.
"Then let me touch where... Oh, why are your panties so wet? Tell me, what are you thinking? Do you want Qian to see your sexy breasts?"
the senior seemed to be getting very excited. But hearing such words from such a refined senior was still a bit surprising. Then I thought, even in bed, one doesn't necessarily have to be demure.
The conversation on the other side of the wall gradually subsided, and after a while, I heard the senior's soft moans. She was clearly trying to keep her voice down, but the sounds still stimulated my senses. My heart raced, and I strained to listen, not wanting to miss a single sound. But apart from the senior's moans and the senior's sucking sounds, I couldn't hear anything. Was the senior just caressing the senior?
After a while, I heard the creaking of the bed next door. It must have been the senior on top of the senior. It seemed the real show was about to begin, but the bed only creaked a few times before falling silent.
"What's wrong? Gone again?" It was the senior's voice, filled with endless desire.
"Hmm..." the senior sighed, "I was quite excited just now, but it didn't last long."
"Why were you so excited just now?" the senior asked.
"Thinking about how lecherous Ah Qian was looking at you, it got me excited," the senior said.
"You're so annoying!... Shall I give you a blowjob?" the senior
said. Then I heard the bed creak, followed by the senior's sucking sounds, but soon after, I heard the senior let out a pleasurable growl: "Ah... So good!" "Ugh, how come you came so quickly? You didn't even tell me," the senior mumbled, her pronunciation unclear, with something in her mouth.
Could it be the senior's semen? I wondered.
Soon, I heard the senior's even snoring from next door. I was already drenched in sweat, eager to get back to bed, pull out my already swollen penis, and fantasize about the senior's beautiful face and shapely figure while masturbating. But then, the senior let out a soft moan, breathing softly, "Mmm... Ah..." I suddenly realized that the senior was masturbating!
(II) Peeping at my senior's masturbation
Listening to the sounds of my senior masturbating next door, imagining her delicate hands thirstily caressing her full breasts and moist vulva, waves of excitement stimulated my brain. My heart began to pound, my throat was dry and itchy, and my head even felt a little dizzy. Ignoring everything, I pulled out my rock-hard, burning-hot penis and began rubbing it up and down, accompanied by my senior's moans.
Although my senior was deliberately suppressing her moans, those suppressed gasps only made me more excited. As her moans grew louder, my movements became faster and faster. Finally, with her last low cry, I ejaculated, my thick semen spraying out for a full ten seconds.
The night gradually returned to calm. Having ejaculated, I was much more awake. I cautiously stepped out of the closet, my body drenched in sweat. I was about to go to the bathroom to clean up when I heard the door open for my seniors. Someone came out. My senior's snoring continued, so it must have been my senior. Hearing her go to the bathroom, I guessed she also wanted to clean up.
I left my bedroom door a crack, greedily staring at the closed bathroom door, hoping to see my senior's pretty figure when she came out. About four or five minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and the light from inside instantly shone in, blinding me.
My senior came out and pressed the switch by the bathroom door to turn off the light. But in that instant of light and darkness, I suddenly realized that although my senior was still wearing that tank top, her lower body was completely naked!
The lights went out in an instant, plunging everything into darkness again. I wasn't sure if I'd just imagined it, and I racked my brain trying to recall that fleeting moment: I saw my senior's long, fair legs—that was for sure. She definitely wasn't wearing pajama bottoms or shorts. Was she wearing underwear? Was that patch of black between her thighs her pubic hair or her underwear?
After pondering for a while, I went to clean up. I saw several crumpled sheets of toilet paper in the bathroom trash can. Needless to say, that was what my senior had used to wipe her bodily fluids. I was lost in thought, but I didn't dare be too forward, worried that she'd hear me go into the bathroom. So I quickly came out, flushing the toilet as if to pretend I was urinating.
That night, I had many hazy dreams, constantly dreaming of my senior's snow-white buttocks and tender breasts, until I was awakened by a loud knocking on the door at dawn.
Still half-asleep, I didn't immediately remember where I was, so I just answered and ran to open the door. It was my senior, who asked if I wanted to have breakfast together. I quickly said yes, but then I noticed she suddenly became shy, her cheeks flushing red.
I realized then that I was only wearing boxer shorts, and because I had just woken up, my morning erection hadn't subsided, and a thick, hard penis was pressing directly against my underwear, the egg-sized glans creating a spectacular tent.
I felt embarrassed too, unsure whether to cover myself or not. We just stood there like that when suddenly my senior chuckled, blushing, and said to me, "You little devil," before turning and disappearing into the kitchen.
I quickly got dressed, washed up in the bathroom, drank the milk and oatmeal my senior had prepared, and went to school with her. My senior, being a year ahead of her, was busy working on his thesis proposal and had gone to school early that morning.
It was already quite late when my senior and I left. She didn't have classes in the morning; she was just helping her advisor with some research in the lab. Since the semester hadn't officially started yet, I didn't really have much to do at school. I just wanted to go with her to familiarize myself with the department.
There was another reason too: my family had already spent a lot of money sending me abroad for high school, and now that I was in university, I wanted to find some part-time work to earn some money to cover my expenses. After I told my senior about this, she kept praising me for being mature and sensible, and volunteered to say that her lab always hired undergraduates for simple tasks, paid hourly. While the pay wasn't high, the work itself wasn't strenuous, and it provided valuable experience, which would be helpful for future graduate school applications. So, my senior and I went to the school to visit her advisor (we usually call him "boss") to see if I could get a position like that.
My senior's advisor was Chinese, surnamed Zhou, probably in his early forties. Perhaps due to spending so much time at the university, he was somewhat overweight and balding, wearing black plastic-framed glasses, but he seemed quite kind. My senior colleague said he was a good person. She explained that she had come to the US as a dependent, and thanks to Professor Zhou, she was able to get a scholarship a year later and begin her PhD studies like her senior. Otherwise, she didn't know how much longer
she would have had to work as a waitress in a Chinese restaurant. After chatting with Professor Zhou for a while, he asked me some basic questions and then told me that once my registration was approved and I received my university ID, I could work in his lab for eight hours a week, choosing my own time. My senior colleague would arrange and guide my work—this was exactly what I wanted!
I thanked him profusely, surprised that such a big problem had been solved so easily, and I was very grateful to her. Professor Zhou said he had other work to do and asked my senior colleague to show me around the lab to familiarize me with the environment
. We got up to leave, but Professor Zhou called my senior colleague back, asking her to stay a moment to discuss a recent collaborative paper. So I went out first and waited for her in the hallway.
About ten minutes later, she came out carrying a file folder. What struck me as odd was that the senior student still had a lingering blush on her face, and her breathing seemed a little uneven. Had she just argued with her boss? But I hadn't heard anything!
Before I could even ask, she spoke first: "Qian, wait here for me a moment, I'm going to the restroom."
"Then let me hold your file bag!"
I reached out to take the file bag from her hand, but she seemed flustered and quickly said,
"No need, no need, it's okay." As she spoke, she lowered her head and walked towards the other end of the corridor.
I couldn't help but wonder, it's just a paper, what's there to be nervous about? Even if I had it, I might not be able to understand it!
After a while, she returned, her expression had returned to normal, and the file bag was nowhere to be seen. I asked her, "Where are your files?" She said she had put them in her office, and then she pulled me to tour their lab, which would be my future workplace.
It was almost lunchtime, and there weren't many people in the lab, and they were all Chinese, probably students recruited by Professor Zhou. The senior introduced me to everyone. Besides a senior named Xing Le, whose name was quite unique, I remembered another senior named Yang Fan. She was very pretty, and unlike the senior's gentle sweetness, Yang Fan's eyes always held a hint of foxiness.
At noon, I met the senior in the cafeteria on the first floor of the teaching building with the senior and we had lunch together. Also eating with us was one of the senior's classmates, a very muscular man with a unique name: Liu Ming. Haha, one earlier it was "Xing Le" (meaning "enjoying life"), now it's "Liu Ming" (meaning "leaving a name"), which I found quite amusing. Liu Ming seemed to know the seniors well, but although the senior chatted enthusiastically with him, the senior seemed to deliberately avoid Liu Ming's gaze, instead talking quite a bit to me, which made me feel flattered.
In the afternoon, I didn't have much to do. Since I hadn't received my school ID, I couldn't do much, so I just wandered around and went to the library to surf the internet for a while. I checked the status of a computer I ordered before coming to school; damn Dell, they delayed the delivery again.
When school ended, I went home with my senior. We busied ourselves cooking, and my senior didn't return until the food was ready. After dinner, we were a bit bored when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and found two Chinese students. They said they were from a "Bible study group" and hoped we would join their church activities.
My senior, being a scientist, naturally didn't believe in anything religious and asked them to leave. Since I was bored, I left my contact information and told them to let me know if there were any activities, as I'd heard churches often offered free food and were also a place to meet new people. Seeing my interest, my senior suggested I check it out first; if it was interesting, she'd go too. She'd been in the US for several years, but because of my senior's objections, she'd never been to church, though she was quite curious.
At this point, my senior became impatient and launched into a tirade about religion being a form of spiritual opium. The two Bible study students tried to debate with him, saying religion was the origin of morality and that God was omnipotent.
The senior student, lacking patience, retorted, "Could God create a stone He couldn't move?" A student from the Bible study group immediately countered, "God wouldn't do something so pointless." The argument after dinner helped pass the time. Finally, I saw the two students from the Bible study group off and apologized, explaining that the senior student had been having some research problems and was in a bad mood. The two students actually replied, "Believe in the Lord; the Lord can help him."
When I returned, the senior student had already gone back to his room to read literature, and the senior student had finished tidying up and gone to take a shower. Then they each closed their doors and prepared to rest. I suddenly felt bored and wanted to eavesdrop on their conversation, but they didn't seem to be saying anything. The senior student was watching anime online, and the senior student was reading academic journals.
Then I thought of the senior student's vibrator and secretly took it out of the dresser. Imagining the way her delicate hands tightly gripped it, I couldn't help but get an erection. On a whim, I pulled out my penis and compared it to the vibrator. It wasn't as long or as thick as mine, and its design was quite traditional—no protrusion, and not shaped like a penis. I remembered seeing my aunt's vibrator at her house; it was shaped like a huge penis and even had a small prong to stimulate the clitoris. It seemed my senior was quite conservative!
Examining the vibrator closely, I noticed the battery compartment at the back was malfunctioning due to water damage. A thought crossed my mind: would my senior insert the entire vibrator? Looking at the vibrator and fantasizing about my senior, I couldn't help but want to masturbate. I rummaged through the dresser and found an old pair of my senior's underwear. At first, I thought it was just worn-out stock, but upon closer inspection, I discovered the crotch area had been cut open with a sharp object. What happened? Did my senior and her husband engage in simulated rape? Did my senior's limp penis need special stimulation? ...
After hearing the senior couple fall asleep, I listened to their wall for a while, but there was no sound. Disappointed, I went back to bed, picked up the senior's old underwear, and started masturbating, but I drifted off to sleep.
The senior woke up in the morning because of him. He checked the time and found it was only a little past seven, still early, so he planned to go back to sleep. A little while later, he heard the door open and knew the senior had left. I felt the urge to urinate, but I was too lazy to get up. I held it in for a while, but then I felt I couldn't hold it any longer. Just as I was about to get up, I suddenly heard a buzzing vibration coming from outside my door.
Curious, I gently opened the door and peeked out. I noticed that the senior student had probably left in a hurry that morning and hadn't closed the door to his and the senior student's bedroom properly, leaving a crack about two fingers wide. From my angle, I could see their bed. To my surprise, the senior student was lying on the bed, a thin blanket kicked to one side, wearing only a white tank top and light-colored cotton thongs. She was lying on her back, her snow-white thighs exposed, but her head was turned to the side.
Her eyes were still closed, and her hands were crossed in front of her chest. Upon closer inspection, I saw that she was holding a pink vibrator in one hand, and the "buzzing" sound was coming from that thing! She was rubbing the vibrator against her chest through her clothes with one hand, while her other hand was constantly kneading her full breasts through her clothes.
Because her hands were crossed, I couldn't see very clearly, but my penis instantly became erect. Although the senior student wasn't exposing her breasts or vagina, this lewd scene immediately made my blood boil.
After a while, the senior student separated her hands. Her left hand gently kneaded her left breast through her tank top from below, while her right hand held the vibrator and rubbed it around a spot on her right breast. Her nipple was visibly hard and erect, but her eyes remained closed, as if she were half-asleep, a hint of allure on her lips.
I couldn't resist any longer and reached out to grab my own large penis, starting to rub it as well.
The senior student stopped, casually resting it on her lower abdomen. Her right hand, holding the vibrator, rubbed her left breast through her clothes again, circling the erect nipple. She made low "mmm...mmm..." sounds. Then her left hand slowly slid down, gently kneading it a couple of times through her panties. She shifted slightly, while her right hand continued rubbing the vibrator against her left nipple through her tank top. Her left hand then kneaded her right breast, the kneading much more vigorously than before. Her shoulders trembled a few times, and she couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm."
Seeing this, I was already itching to ejaculate, but I forced myself to slow down the pace of my hand rubbing my penis and continue watching.
The senior's left hand reached down and touched between her legs through her panties, her little finger and thumb raised, using only the other three fingers. However, because her legs were swaying from side to side and constantly curling up and down, I couldn't see clearly. I only saw her three slender fingers gently rubbing up and down near her clitoris through her panties.
The senior still had her head turned away and her eyes closed, her right hand still holding the vibrator, pressing it tightly against her nipple. For a moment, I had a strong urge to rush in, pull out my big cock, and thrust it into my senior's wet pussy. But the last shred of reason told me I couldn't do that…
My senior's left hand left between her legs and began to slowly caress her smooth skin, moving upwards and inside her tank top, all the way to her breasts. Judging from the shape of her hand, she was grasping her breasts. Because her arm had lifted the hem of the tank top, a section of her snow-white waist and abdomen was exposed, looking delicate and smooth.
Her right hand, holding the vibrator, began to slide downwards. She held the vibrator between her thumb and forefinger, pressing it against her clitoris through her panties, and then slowly rubbed it in circles. One of her legs was curled up, and the other was down, just enough for me to see clearly.
My senior turned her head to the other side, but her eyes remained closed. Her left hand lifted up the tank top, her hand awkwardly pointing outwards, and then she began to stroke her right nipple with her fingers. Then she adjusted her hand position, and her tank top was accidentally lifted to one side, completely exposing her right nipple. The nipple and areola were a tempting pink, and the nipple, like a round little cherry, was larger than my high school girlfriend's nipple.
The senior naturally placed her left middle finger on top of the pink nipple, and her ring finger below, constantly pinching and twisting the nipple with her fingers. Her nipple was hard and erect, like a budding flower, or a delicate little date. Her slender fingers moved back and forth, stimulating the nipple like playing a piano, and she couldn't resist greedily pinching the nipple tightly with her fingertips, twisting it back and forth.
Her right hand was still rubbing the front edge of her vulva with the vibrator through her panties. After a while, her left hand moved down, rubbing her clitoris through her panties. Then she pulled down her panties and inserted the vibrator into her right hand, seemingly pressing it directly against her clitoris and rubbing it repeatedly. Her left hand then grasped her full, exposed right breast again, excitedly rubbing her nipple back and forth.
The senior's head was still turned to one side, but her chin began to tremble intermittently upwards, her breathing became more rapid, and the "ooh" sounds from her mouth had turned into excited "mmm... ah..." The frequency of her hand rubbing back and forth with the vibrator below increased, her left hand tightly gripping her right breast, her five fingers sinking into the full flesh. Her body curled up and trembled like a shrimp, her legs curled up, clamping the hand between her legs. Her low moans became more and more intense, and suddenly her whole body tensed up, then she began to tremble uncontrollably—she had orgasmed!
Excitement made my body tremble uncontrollably, and my burning desire surged into my thick, hot penis… I ejaculated, filling my underwear completely.
My senior had pulled down her tank top, covering her exposed right breast, and pulled the hand holding the vibrator out of her underwear. She turned to her side, still holding the vibrator, motionless, seemingly asleep again.
I returned to bed, savoring the scene. Although I had only seen one of her breasts, her aroused state lingered in my mind, causing me to ejaculate again.
After the second ejaculation, although I was tired, my mind was much clearer, and some questions began to arise. Was the door to my senior's bedroom unintentionally left ajar, or was it intentionally left a crack? If it was unintentional, it was too coincidental; the gap was just enough for me to see the erotic scene inside, but not enough to be easily discovered.
Although the senior's masturbation process was exhilarating, she used a very traditional method. She didn't insert the vibrator into her vagina or use her fingers to stimulate the G-spot; she only stimulated her clitoris to achieve a clitoral orgasm. So what happened to her broken vibrator? If she only stimulated her clitoris, how could the battery compartment of the vibrator get wet...
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the senior. My girlfriend from high school once told me that the enjoyment of a clitoral orgasm was far inferior to the vaginal orgasm produced by being penetrated by a large penis. Poor senior, she was like a refugee who had never had a big meal and ate instant noodles every day. I really wanted to use my big penis to pamper my pitiful, thirsty senior! Imagining her sweet smile and alluring figure, I slowly fell asleep again... (III) The thick black penis
When I was woken up again by the urge to urinate, it was almost noon. After getting up, I found that the senior's bedroom door was closed. I didn't know if she had already gone to school or was still sleeping in the room. I checked the shoe rack by the door and noticed her sandals from yesterday weren't there; she must have already gone to school. Her pair of stilettos were still on the rack. I picked them up and looked at them; I realized her feet weren't big, and her feet must be small and cute.
I went to the bathroom and relieved myself, only to find my underwear covered in semen stains. So I took a shower. Since no one else was in the room, and I knew my seniors didn't go home for lunch, I felt bold and walked around the room naked except for my underwear.
Passing by my senior's bedroom again, my heart pounded. I really wanted to go in and see what their bedroom was like. After much hesitation, I finally mustered the courage and gently pushed open their door.
The door had an old-fashioned lock, but it looked like it hadn't been used in a long time. The keyhole was shaped like an ω, and it probably used an old-fashioned long key—something from who-knows-when.
The senior's bedroom wasn't very large. Directly opposite the door was a window, and under the window was a desk with a Toshiba laptop on it. Next to the desk was a chest of drawers with a mirror and some cosmetics on top, presumably where she did her grooming. Their bed was to the right of the entrance, angled towards the door, giving me a perfect angle to peep at her masturbating. There was a bedside table with a lamp on it. To the left of the door, directly opposite the bed, was a closet. This closet was probably on the same wall as the one in my living room; the living room closet took up half the wall, and the remaining half was in the senior's bedroom.
A towel was spread on the bed; she had just been using it to caress herself. I walked over, picked up the towel, and smelled it—an alluring feminine scent that made my heart flutter. I picked up the towel and noticed a half-dried puddle of water in the middle of the bed. This must have been the fluid from my senior's masturbation. I bent down and gently inhaled her vaginal fluid. A faint, pleasant fragrance wafted from it; I couldn't tell if it was the fluid itself or her natural scent. My penis became erect again.
At the foot of the bed was a plastic basket for dirty clothes. On top of it, I saw the underwear my senior had worn while masturbating. I picked it up and examined it closely; it was soaking wet. She hadn't taken off her underwear while masturbating, so the crotch area was covered in her vaginal fluid, feeling slippery to the touch. Smelling the fluid and imagining her vagina being encased in such cotton underwear, my penis grew even harder.
Unable to contain myself, I took off my underwear and lay down on my senior's bed. I pulled her wet underwear over my penis, fantasizing about her soft moans and her full, white breasts. I eagerly began rubbing my penis with her underwear, imagining her naked body, her large breasts swaying against me... Soon, I ejaculated thick semen, soaking her underwear. After
the pleasure of ejaculation subsided, I realized I might have made a mistake. Looking at her semen-stained underwear, I didn't know what to do. After much deliberation, I could only put her underwear back in the laundry basket as it was, hoping they wouldn't notice my lewd behavior.
The fantasy in my mind hadn't faded yet. I cautiously looked around, a nameless excitement rising within me. Since I was lying on the bed, I casually opened the drawer of my senior's bedside table. The bedside table had two drawers, the top one smaller. Opening it, I found some common medications, a thermometer, bandages, and condoms. The senior students used Trojan condoms, the kind with ripples and texture. Looking at the condoms, I chuckled inwardly. What did the senior student need condoms for with his limp penis? The
bottom drawer was larger. Opening it, I saw the vibrator the senior student had just used, along with some unopened disinfectant wipes, probably for cleaning the vibrator. There was also a bottle of lubricant; the instructions said it would enhance "her" pleasure, so it seemed to be for women. Besides these, the drawer also contained the senior student's underwear. Most of the underwear was pure cotton briefs, and the bra was just ordinary, standard underwear. After seeing that
, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but unwilling to give up, I rummaged through the drawer again. Sure enough, she pulled out a red thong. The back of the panty was just a thin red strap, while the front was made of transparent red gauze and black lace. If I wore it, not only would my pubic hair be completely exposed, but it probably wouldn't even fully cover my vulva.
Next, I found a matching lace bra. The bra was only half the size of a normal bra cup, and it even had "Missyou" written on it! How lewd!
I never imagined that my gentle and kind senior would wear such sexy and lewd lingerie. A surge of excitement welled up inside me, and my penis unconsciously began to rise again. I rummaged around even more vigorously, and my hand accidentally touched a plastic box. When I opened it, I was shocked to find a black realistic dildo inside!
This black dildo was about 20 centimeters long, thick and imposing, with an erect, provocative glans. The veins on the dildo were clearly visible, making it look just like a real dildo. There was a switch at the back of the penis, so it seemed to vibrate.
I couldn't contain my curiosity. Why would my senior have such a sex toy? Was she really that lewd? But I couldn't tell at all. Also, I'd never seen her use this thick, black thing when she masturbated!
But I was immediately drawn to something even more intriguing. To make things easier, I pulled out the entire drawer, only to find that the bedside table drawer was some distance from the ground, forming a natural compartment. Inside this compartment was a hard-shell Fedex envelope. I curiously took it out and opened it, finding some DVDs inside. The discs were numbered, but with different markers, so they probably weren't numbered all at once, but accumulated over time. What was on the discs? Why were they placed in such a hidden place? I kept wondering.
The most direct way was to check them on the computer. Luckily, there was a computer in the room, and I looked up at the Toshiba laptop on the desk. I pulled out the CD numbered "no_1," my heart pounding. I imagined its contents, my hands trembling slightly as I opened my senior's laptop. But to my utter dismay, the computer was password protected and required login!
It felt like falling into an ice cave. Damn, what bad luck. I'd just have to wait for my own computer to arrive.
Just then, I heard a loud bang on the front door. Startled, I quickly put the CD back and shoved the drawer I hadn't finished rummaging through. I glanced around the room; nothing seemed amiss. But I didn't dare leave just yet, afraid of being seen. So, I instinctively opened the closet door in my senior's bedroom and slipped inside to hide.
Thankfully, it was a false alarm; the bang hadn't come from our front door. Slowly calming down from the shock, I took a breath and realized that there was a light in my senior's closet. I turned it on to see what was inside. After carefully looking around, I was overjoyed to discover a secret: the closet in the bedroom and the closet in the living room were actually connected!
I had guessed earlier that the bedroom closet and the living room closet were built on the same wall, but I didn't expect them to be connected. When I entered the living room closet that evening, because the left side was full of clothes, and the right side was the side wall of the closet, where I noticed a gap left by the heating pipes, I never imagined that the clothes hanging on the left side were connected to the bedroom closet!
This was truly an exciting discovery. I quickly and discreetly created a path from the living room closet to the bedroom closet, since it was full of winter coats, which my senior probably wouldn't notice. And the door to her bedroom closet had an old-fashioned round keyhole similar to the bedroom door—it was practically designed for peeping!
Tonight, I couldn't miss it!
Then I remembered I had to go to the school's registration office to complete the registration procedures, so I quickly changed my clothes and left for school, but my mind was still preoccupied with that connected closet.
The long-awaited night finally arrived. I carefully reached my planned spot, taking a good ten minutes to cover those few meters, afraid of making a sound.
Holding my breath, I peered through the keyhole. Although I couldn't see the whole room clearly, I could see my senior's bed perfectly (because the closet was directly opposite the bed), which was enough. Under the warm light, my senior, wearing a slip dress, sat on the edge of the bed, manicuring her toenails. Her feet were white and smooth. My senior was probably busy with something at his desk, so I couldn't see him clearly (because the desk was perpendicular to the closet).
Then, as if remembering something, my senior asked him, "Did you leave the bedroom door open this morning?"
"Hmm? Really? No way, I closed it properly," he replied.
"I found the door wasn't closed properly when I got up, there was a wide gap. You were in such a rush this morning, you forgot, didn't you?" my senior asked while filing her smooth, jade-like toenails.
"Oh, I see. Maybe," the senior said. "You didn't let Ah Qian see you naked, did you?" he asked anxiously.
"No way... I woke up before him, he shouldn't have seen me... It would be so embarrassing if he did." I thought to myself, "How naive of me."
"Why would it be embarrassing? You didn't sleep naked, you were wearing clothes, weren't you?" the senior asked.
"But I... um, I suddenly felt really horny this morning, so I couldn't help myself... um... I did it." The senior answered shyly, looking down.
"You're such a little pervert, you masturbated again? With a big dick or a small one?" the senior seemed intrigued.
"A small one... a big dick is so thick, it'll break me down there." The senior's face turned even redder.
"How could it break you down there? I like watching you masturbate with a big dick. I want to see it now." The senior sat down next to the senior with a wicked grin.
"You're so annoying... I don't want a big stick, I want a dick." The senior said, while touching the senior's leg.
"Whose dick do you want? Is it Ah Qian's?" the senior asked deliberately.
"You're bad..." The senior reached out to hit the senior. But the senior pulled her into his arms and kissed her sexy lips. His hands grabbed her full breasts and kneaded her nipples through her slip dress. The senior's body seemed to melt, leaning softly against the senior and breathing heavily, letting the senior ravage her body.
But I noticed that although the senior's crotch was bulging, it didn't look fully erect. It was a soft dick. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Wasn't it a waste that he couldn't have such an attractive senior?
"Hurry up, I want to see my big dick inside you." The senior said even more urgently.
The senior touched her senior's crotch again, then, head bowed and blushing, went to the bedside table and retrieved the thick, black penis. Fortunately, she was already lost in arousal by her senior and didn't notice that her drawer had been tampered with.
Shyly, the senior took the realistic black penis from the plastic box, her slender fingers grasping the thick, black thing. Suddenly, she felt a little lost and unsure what to do; perhaps she hadn't used such a large thing much before.
But the senior was already impatient. Looking at the realistic penis tightly held in his wife's delicate hand, he eagerly instructed her: "Imagine if this were Ah Qian's penis, what would you do?" "You're so annoying… be careful Ah Qian hears us," the senior said.
The lovely senior certainly had no idea that I was hiding in their closet, excitedly watching their live sex show.
But the senior's words seemed to inspire the senior. She held the black dildo to her mouth with one hand, extended her pink, moist tongue, and began to gently lick the glans. Her other hand naturally climbed onto her high, firm breasts, her fingers pressing and kneading her nipples.
Such a charming, fair-skinned woman, holding such a thick, dark dildo, constantly licking its erect glans with her pink tongue—it was truly arousing!
Not only did I feel incredibly excited, but even the senior couldn't resist pulling down his pants and starting to masturbate. His penis was very white, and even in a semi-erect state, it was only slightly thicker than my thumb. Damn, I really felt sorry for the senior.
Seeing her senior masturbating, the senior seemed to want to deliberately stimulate him further. She began to slowly swallow the black penis into her mouth, licking the glans with her tongue in circles as she did so. Her hands, no longer satisfied, completely pulled down the straps of her slip dress, revealing her pair of snow-white breasts. She pinched her already hardened nipples with two fingers, twisting them back and forth.
Seeing her senior's completely naked breasts for the first time, I felt dizzy, almost breathless with excitement, my heart pounding so hard I worried she and the others would hear my heartbeat.
The large, dark penis penetrated deeper and deeper into her mouth, her soft lips making "tsk, tsk" sucking sounds with each thrust. As she swallowed and spit, one of her delicate hands had already brushed across her smooth, delicate abdomen, lifting her nightgown to reveal her panties soaked with the fluids flowing from her vagina. Accompanied by the soft "sizzling" sound of her lips rubbing against his black penis, the senior's slender, delicate fingers slipped inside her panties and began gently rubbing her clitoris.
The senior, who had been admiring the scene, could no longer restrain himself. He reached out and ripped off her wet panties. The senior's body trembled, both ashamed and shocked. Instantly, her vulva was exposed to the light. Her inner thighs were smooth and white, her vulva layered with folds, as tender and full as clam meat. Her pink clitoris was moist and tender like the tip of a newly sprouted calyx, and the cleft tightly covered by her labia was as pink as flower petals.
With the frequency of her clitoral rubbing, her wet vulva trembled incessantly, gushing out streams of lustful fluid.
My whole body felt like it was burning on fire; I couldn't resist rushing out, pinning the senior down on the bed, and using my burning hot penis to soothe her thirsty vulva.
The senior student, unable to contain himself any longer, snatched the black dildo, still glistening with her saliva, from the senior student's hand. He parted her pink labia, and with a soft "squeak," the large, realistic dildo plunged into her vagina. "Ah..." The intense sensation of fullness made her cry out, her body trembling, and a gush of fluid erupted.
Looking at the scene before him, the senior student turned on the vibrator on the black dildo and began thrusting even harder into her vagina.
"Ah... um... Ah Qian's dildo is so big." Her labia gripped the large dildo tightly, and with each thrust, she cried out in pleasure, calling out my name!
The senior was also taken aback, unsure whether the senior was indulging his fantasy or genuinely fantasizing about his penis. Regardless, the moans only excited him more. He increased the force of his thrusts, panting, "You little slut, I knew you wanted Ah Qian's penis! Come on, let him fuck you to death, you little whore!"
With each thrust of the black dildo in the senior's hand, the senior's body trembled violently, moaning incessantly. Her vaginal fluids flowed continuously down the dildo, soaking the sheets. The senior's excitement clearly aroused him; he suddenly pushed the entire 20-centimeter-long dildo into her vagina with a burst of force. The senior student trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed by an intense pressure that nearly made her faint. Yet, she kept crying out, "Qian, you're going to make me ecstatic!" This drove the senior student almost mad. He thrust his thick, dark toy penis forcefully, penetrating it to an unprecedented depth. The senior student could no longer endure it; her body began to spasm, and vaginal fluid gushed out. Seeing that she was about to climax, the senior student withdrew the dildo, straightened his own erect penis, and thrust it into her overflowing vagina.
"Oh..." The senior student's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and she breathed heavily, her body trembling violently. She had clearly reached the peak of pleasure. The senior student had only thrust two or three times when he hurriedly withdrew his white penis, ejaculating streams of white semen onto her sweaty face and chest...
It wasn't until the senior student and the senior student fell asleep that I dared to move my stiff legs and sneak through the closet back to my living room. Back in bed, I realized that although I hadn't dared to masturbate, I'd already ejaculated all over my underwear. I felt I needed to find a woman.

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