Internal ejaculation of a trainee female judge

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A 22-year-old female probationary judge
married her classmate of four years and bedmate of three years right after graduating from university—it seemed like the perfect love and marriage. However, after marriage, I started working hard, while she stayed on campus to pursue her postgraduate studies. Although we were still very much in love at first, and still shared a bed every night, more and more distance gradually grew between us. Finally, on National Day in 2015, after nearly six months of protracted litigation, a mediation agreement brought my first marriage to an end.

The female protagonist in this article is not the judge in this case. At the time, she was the court clerk in my divorce case. Court clerks are somewhat like nurses in a hospital, assistants to the judge, with a heavy workload, and are the court staff who have the most contact with the parties involved. From the initial phone call informing me that my ex-wife had filed for divorce, to organizing mediation between us after the court hearing, and later handing me the documents, she basically handled everything except for the judge's appearance in court.

The judge in charge of this case was a menopausal woman, supposedly a deputy presiding judge. Although she spoke fluently about cases and cited legal provisions, and frankly, she was quite attractive and worth a fling, her attitude during the hearing made me reluctant to talk to her much. In contrast, the female protagonist of this story, let's call her Ting, had a very pleasant voice and a gentle demeanor. Actually, I wasn't particularly attracted to her at the time. I had many worries at work, and the divorce was even more of a source of anxiety, but I couldn't bring myself to get angry in front of her.

At the time, my feeling towards Ting was simply comfortable. She wasn't the kind of woman you'd want to sleep with just by looking at her (I later realized I wasn't in the right state of mind and didn't notice her sexiness). I just felt that this girl was very comfortable to be around—delicate features, fair skin, neat hair, a sweet smile, and a gentle voice—the kind of girl who, after seeing and interacting with you, makes you want to be with you cleanly rather than sleep with you.

There was actually a little incident during the court hearing. My sex drive is quite strong. When the judge asked my ex-wife for the reasons for requesting a divorce, she said a lot, including that I raped her after marriage, that I had sex too frequently, and that I often forced myself on her even when she didn't want to, sometimes for a whole week and nights in a row. I was furious at the time, wondering who was so wet that she was moaning so loudly after I touched her. Just as I was about to explode, I saw Ting's fair face, which was taking notes, suddenly turn a deep blush, and my anger inexplicably vanished.

Perhaps the deeper the love, the deeper the resentment at the time of separation. My ex-wife was extremely critical of me during the divorce, even demanding that I leave with nothing regarding the property. I asked myself, although I had cheated, I hadn't spent any money, contracted any diseases, or let her know, so I couldn't say I had caused her any emotional harm. We had no children and were both willing to divorce, but despite making significant concessions regarding the property, we still couldn't reach an agreement in one go. We went to court twice and had numerous mediation sessions. In between, Ting added me and my ex-wife on WeChat for easier communication.

However, at the time, I genuinely had no ulterior motives towards Ting.

After the case was closed, Ting didn't delete me. After those chaotic days, and as my career and life gradually returned to normal, I saw Ting's update on WeChat Moments and, on a whim, browsed through her posts. Back then, WeChat didn't seem to have the option to show only three days' worth of posts, so I scrolled all the way to Ting's earliest post, which I think was from 2012. It seemed this was her private WeChat account (I later learned that it truly was; shortly after adding me in 2015, she registered a new WeChat account specifically for adding clients and lawyers). Judging from her WeChat Moments, she was an exceptionally talented girl. She loved dogs, sports, food, and travel. Besides law, she also enjoyed history and geography. She occasionally posted selfies, but they weren't overly glamorous or affected; instead, they were playful and charming. Everything about her was exactly my type. Besides law and selfies, her other interests were also my strengths. Coupled with her pretty face and gentle voice, I started trying to interact with Ting on WeChat Moments.

However, Ting already had a boyfriend at the time, and I kept my distance from people in the court system. So, although I thought Ting was a nice girl, I didn't cross any lines.

Perhaps because I wasn't overly aggressive in my approach, and because I moved to a city two hours away from her in 2016, Ting wasn't very wary of me. Ting and I started liking each other's posts on WeChat Moments, then began leaving comments, and eventually started chatting on WeChat. Our relationship grew increasingly close. Of course, this closeness remained at the level of friends. Although I returned to Shitoucheng at the end of 2017, we met two or three times almost every month, either having a meal at a restaurant we wanted to try or sitting down at Costa to chat for an afternoon, but we never actually got together.

The turning point came at the beginning of 2018.

Although I wouldn't say I'm a complete womanizer, I sensed something was off about Ting's WeChat Moments updates. I casually asked her how she was doing, and she didn't give a direct answer, which basically confirmed that she must be experiencing some trouble in her life. However, at that time she had already become a judge's assistant (simply put, a trainee judge), and there were some updates encouraging herself and joking about the parties involved (later she said she had deleted all the other parties involved except me, including my ex-wife), so it probably wasn't work-related; she started working out in the summer of 2016, and her figure got better and better (especially her breasts, which got bigger and bigger while others got smaller, which is one of the reasons why my desire to sleep with her became stronger and stronger), so it probably wasn't physical either; she was very filial, and would post birthday wishes for her parents on social media, so it probably wasn't family-related; after thinking it over, it must be romantic.

With a general direction in mind, the rest was just chatting with her, of course, showing concern and showering her with sweet words. Women are sometimes very complex, and some of their thoughts are simply incomprehensible to men; but sometimes they are also really easy to pursue. Perhaps it was because of my own good qualities, or perhaps it was because she had trusted me more after more than two years of communication. In any case, she gradually began to tell me many private things.

Among them, the two most important things for me to sleep with her were: first, her boyfriend was no good in bed; second, even such a boyfriend had cheated on her!

I had seen Ting's ex-boyfriend in Ting's social media posts; he seemed quite handsome. But no matter what, as time went by, Ting and her relationship not only failed to mend, but even grew colder.

I have to thank her boyfriend; although he was a jerk to Ting, he was a godsend for me—a few months later, at Ting's age of 25, when she was no longer a young girl and should have been married with children, he successfully made Ting a single woman!

Ting wasn't the kind of woman you could easily win over, but during my single period, given my circumstances and our relationship, sleeping with her wouldn't be too difficult. I started increasing the frequency of our conversations, and subtly increased the frequency of our dirty jokes as well. Occasionally, I would use my past with my ex-wife (some true, some false) to comfort or tease Ting. I could sense that although we were still good friends on the surface, her heart was moving closer to me. Especially during the hottest month of August, I once left some flirtatious comments under one of her rather sexy workout photos. She wasn't angry at all; instead, she defiantly teased me back, asking if I could handle it. How could I let such an opportunity slip by? Our chats started becoming more suggestive, and the topics of sex gradually increased, including my past "rape" of my ex-wife, which she found very interesting and particularly enjoyed when I talked about sex.

I knew, Ting, I was 99% sure I could sleep with her.

However, Ting had only had two relationships and one man, so she was still quite reserved. I also had my own bed partner, so there wasn't any real progress. September of that year.

September in Shitou City is a city where air conditioning is indispensable. September was a relatively free time for me, and my libido started to stir. Just then, my bed partner (she was a teacher) started getting busy, and my chats with Ting became increasingly explicit. My messages to her often included a lot of explicit pictures, and I teased her by sending her photos of herself—the private kind, of course. She didn't reply, but she didn't refuse either.

One Monday afternoon in late September, near the end of the workday, after finishing a bunch of things, I was scrolling through my WeChat Moments when I saw that Ting had just updated her Moments, complaining about attending three very mentally taxing court hearings that day and being a bit overwhelmed. That wasn't really a big deal, the key thing was seeing the flush on her face in the accompanying picture—I couldn't tell if it was from heat or something—that suddenly made me really want to have sex with her. I texted Ting asking if I wanted to feed her some protein (semen), and she immediately understood and scolded me for being indecent. I continued teasing her while sending her some erotic pictures and asking her to send me her photos. She still didn't agree, but demanded that I send her pictures of my private parts. I sent her pictures of my penis and nude photos without showing my face, along with other men's penises and nude photos I found online, and asked her to guess.

I sent her the picture, but Ting didn't reply for a while. Although I really wanted to sleep with her, I wasn't that desperate. Seeing that it was almost time to leave work, I sent her a message, nothing provocative, just asking her out for dinner.

Even that didn't get a reply. Just when I'd given up on having dinner with her that night, she finally messaged me. She said she'd just organized a meeting, which was why she hadn't replied. Ting told me to go to a trendy restaurant in the university town on the outskirts of the city first, and she'd join me later. I wasn't actually that excited at the time; maybe my hormones were just starting to return to normal.

However, when I waited for Ting at the restaurant, my desire, which had only subsided briefly, reignited—she wore a simple, elegant white shirt paired with a black pencil skirt, which made my long-desired breasts appear even fuller, and revealed a pair of long, slender, white legs. On her feet were my favorite white high heels, and her bare feet, without stockings, gave me an urge to hold and play with them. Her face, though lightly made up, was still so delicate and pretty, and her smooth, shoulder-length hair wasn't disheveled despite the day's busyness, though there was a hint of fatigue on her face. She put down her exquisitely crafted black bag (I didn't recognize the brand), gave me a sweet smile, and instantly dispelled the fatigue I'd accumulated throughout the day in the sweltering heat. Even my intense urge to sleep with her faded. Ting was such a pure and innocent girl.

But later, during dinner, looking at her lotus-root-like, fair arms, and the alluring cleavage that wasn't intentionally exposed but was still partially visible from my angle, my desire reignited.

I can't remember where we started talking, but we eventually drifted into discussing intimate matters. That day, I tried my best to get us both to drink. Ting actually has a good alcohol tolerance, but perhaps because she was tired from a day's work, she wasn't in top form. She only drank a small amount of red wine before I led the conversation to become more explicit. She guessed correctly which of the photos I sent were of myself. I followed up by asking her what she thought, and she said she didn't believe it because they were too big (in reality, my penis is only 14 or 15 centimeters, not the legendary 18 or even 20 centimeters "human cannon"). I naturally didn't care whether she was complimenting or genuinely thought it was big, and continued to tease her...

That night, we didn't leave the hotel until after nine o'clock. Besides wanting to get Ting drunk, another reason was that if I drank, I could legitimately not drive her home. Neither of us mentioned the designated driver; we just strolled slowly side by side on the streets of the university town. The atmosphere became a little romantic, and I held Ting's hand for the first time.

Ting's hands weren't big, but her fingers were very long. She didn't have long nails; her delicate skin and slender fingers made Ting's little hands irresistible. The conversation was almost devoid of dirty jokes and sensitive topics; instead, it consisted of amusing anecdotes from daily life, work-related complaints, historical anecdotes, and geographical questions encountered while traveling. Yet, this very conversation drew our shoulders closer and closer.

Before we knew it, we were on the edge of the university town and the city. This was a teachers' college, surrounded by numerous hotels and guesthouses (you know what I mean). I glanced at my watch; it was already past ten. Most students still off-campus at this hour weren't planning to return to their dorms tonight. Many young couples—it goes without saying what would happen tonight. The romantic atmosphere became subtly ambiguous. I looked into her eyes—the emotions within were complex, but I was certain I saw a hint of desire.

Whether she wanted to initiate or be passive, if even a trace of desire was present, she wouldn't be leaving tonight.

But I still took precautions—there weren't many people around, so I pulled Ting into my arms and, before she could react, kissed her lips.

Ting's lips were soft and smooth. My tongue quickly pried open her teeth, which seemed to want to resist but lacked strength, and intertwined with hers.

Tonight was the first time we held hands, and also the first time we kissed. This first kiss seemed to last a long time. Ting's teeth initially tried to resist, and her tongue initially tried to avoid me, but soon, accompanied by heavy, rapid breathing, our tongues were entwined, exchanging our saliva.

One hand was on Ting's back, and the other was kneading her buttocks. Women who work out regularly are definitely different. Ting's buttocks were full, firm, and bouncy. I couldn't help but imagine how ecstatic it would feel to penetrate her from behind, even imagining the stimulating sensation of slapping her buttocks.

Ting had her arms wrapped around me. Although she was quite tall at 167cm, I wasn't short at 182cm either. While I didn't have a V-shaped waist, my six-pack abs were still faintly visible. Combined with my rather satisfying bust and shoulders, she could only wrap her arms around me from under my armpits. She tilted her head back, and when I kissed her, I glanced at her. Her eyes were closed, her face innocent yet with a hint of sexy blush.

After a long while, our lips finally parted. I regulated my breathing and tried to keep my tone calm as I said to Ting, "Come with me."

"Mmm..." I still remember how adorable Ting's shy, adorable response was.

She didn't say a word throughout the entire process of checking into the hotel. She even gave me her ID card, which I then handed to the front desk.

The first thing she said after entering the hotel was after we entered the room. After I kissed and caressed her, making us both sweat, she pushed me away, her breath coming in short gasps, and said shyly, "Let's take a shower first..."

At this point, although my penis was rock hard, I still had a sliver of reason left. This sliver of reason told me that tonight, Ting's body was already mine, and what I needed to do now was not to scare her.

I leaned against the wall, watching Ting tenderly. Ting seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze and turned away. She tried to unbutton her shirt, but after a while, she didn't move. I knew Ting wasn't quite open yet. From behind, I first hugged her, gently breathing into her ear, kissing her earlobe, and licking it. Her full breasts heaved with her heavy breathing. My hands gently unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time.

As the last button was undone, her breasts, accentuated by a light blue lace bra, were revealed before me. These were plump breasts that I had fantasized about too many times. Although I had never fucked a woman with plump breasts, when Ting's pure face and these sexy, plump breasts were displayed in front of me, I still couldn't help but swallow a big mouthful of saliva.

Perhaps the sound of swallowing was too loud, but I heard Ting in my arms chuckle. I didn't feel embarrassed, I just gently twisted my fingers - Ting let out a soft exclamation, and quickly covered her full breasts exposed to the air with both hands after her bra fell off. But these breasts were very full, and her little hands could only cover the two sexy points at the top of her breasts.

Ting's body was trembling a little. It’s September in Stone Town, and it can’t be because it’s cold. The only reason was probably nervousness—she wasn't a virgin, and she knew perfectly well what that hard, erect penis, pressed against her through several layers of fabric, was.

I gently released our pressed lower bodies, squatted down, and looked at Ting's alluringly curved buttocks through her skirt. How tight must that vagina be beneath those elastic buttocks? I gently pulled down Ting's skirt, revealing her white, full buttocks in matching light blue lace panties. Ting's body stiffened slightly as the skirt fell to the ground. I didn't pay attention to that; instead, I seemed to smell a hint of lewdness.

Perhaps I was overthinking it, but Ting's underwear wasn't wet. I wasn't disappointed; I just slowly took it off. Ting resisted a little, her legs tightly closed. But it was futile; a moment later, Ting was completely naked before me.

I pulled Ting around so she was facing me. I smiled at Ting, at her nervousness that prevented her from meeting my gaze—I'd known this woman for over three years, but only now did I realize how alluring she was—tall and voluptuous, with curves in all her right places; her skin was fair, smooth, and soft. Before, I only thought she had a pretty face and a tall figure; now I realized that her breasts and buttocks were practically made to ignite male hormones.

I slowly took off my own clothes. As I undressed, I kept glancing at Ting. She avoided my eyes, and seemed afraid to look at my body either. Although her head was turned to the side, her eyes kept glancing at my body. When I took off my shirt, she exclaimed softly, "My God, you actually have abs..."

I was both amused and exasperated. While I might not look thin, I wasn't obese either, was I? Ting had liked my masturbation updates on social media; she just assumed I didn't have abs because I'd never shown them off before?

But when I pulled down my pants and underwear, completely naked, exposing my erect penis to her, she trembled but didn't make a sound.

I knew tonight would be a difficult night for her to adjust to.

I pulled Ting into my arms.

I don't like skinny people. Regardless of gender, I think that valuing thinness as beauty is a morbid aesthetic. I masturbate myself, and I enjoy sleeping with girls who masturbate. Ting wasn't the strongest masturbator among the women I slept with, but her body felt wonderful to me—that full but not bloated, elastic feeling made my penis even harder, pressing against her smooth lower abdomen.

A kiss.

Caresses.

When we went into the bathroom, Ting's perfectly proportioned pubic hair was already wet with her juices.

To make our first time as pleasant as possible, I had chosen the most upscale-looking hotel room with a double bed, but since it was a university town catering to students, the standard was limited, and the shower room wasn't very large. But this suited me perfectly. Ting tried several times to push me out to shower alone, but the difference in strength was too great, and she eventually gave up.

Although my penis was as hard as iron, I didn't immediately start having sex. I put a shower cap on her, dried her body, and applied shower gel... Although I certainly took advantage of Ting to some extent, and the feeling of my hands made me happy to serve her, I didn't tease her excessively; everything was as gentle as possible.

Ting enjoyed it; I could clearly feel her body gradually relaxing.

There's nothing more satisfying than letting the woman I like gradually rise in desire and finally satisfying her. Sometimes Ting would close her eyes and tilt her head back, letting me caress her breasts and private parts; other times she would lie on top of me, letting me lather her back and buttocks with shower gel, her full breasts pressed against my chest.

Looking back now, everything was so beautiful. The only regret was perhaps that Ting was unwilling to touch my body on her own. Even when I took her small hand to touch my penis, she would pull back as if she had been electrocuted. But it didn't matter; this shyness only made me want her to experience the pleasure a man could bring to a woman.

Ting's nipples were already very hard.

I wiped Ting's body, but her private parts wouldn't dry no matter how I wiped them.

I knew it was time.

Stepping out of the small bathroom, the bedroom was quite spacious. Even though it was only a few steps, I easily scooped Ting up in my arms. She gasped and immediately wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. After confirming that I could easily lift her, a blush instantly spread across her face, and she buried her head in my neck.

Ting smelled so good. It wasn't just the scent of shower gel; perhaps it was a woman's unique fragrance. I stood by the bed, waiting for her to look up.

Looking at the girl in my arms, I suddenly had a strange feeling—a feeling that shouldn't arise during a casual encounter, but rather a feeling I had long ago, when I was making love with my ex-wife when we had a good relationship. This wasn't a simple impulse to release sexual desire, but an impulse to love and cherish her.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

After a long while, Ting still buried her head in my neck, but turned her head and said in an incredibly gentle voice, "Can you turn off the light...?"

Ting's eyes were beautiful, large, bright, and clear. Although she was no longer a virgin, she still gave the impression of a young girl who had never experienced love. Her face wasn't baby-faced, but it had a very pure and innocent look. With that face and her slender, voluptuous, and hot figure, how could I possibly be willing to turn off the light?

I gently placed Ting on the bed. Ting curled up, her limbs covering her breasts, private parts, and other sensitive areas. Especially under my unwavering gaze, she was too shy to meet my eyes, turning her head away and letting her hair cover her pretty face.

I straddled Ting's curled-up body on the bed, my engorged, erect penis swaying menacingly in front of her. Although her face was hidden by her hair, her eyes were definitely on me. From that angle, she could see my aroused penis. She shuddered, and I saw her head turn away again. At the same time, she quickly reached out and pulled the blanket, trying to crawl under it.

I quickly lay down and pinned her beneath me.

Her body was incredibly supple. Unlike the soft, muscular feel of some voluptuous girls, and far surpassing the bony figures of others, her body excited me immensely.

I looked down at the girl trembling slightly beneath me. Even now, there was a hint of fear in her eyes. I knew Ting wasn't a casual girl; tonight was probably her first time sleeping with a man other than her boyfriend.

I stroked Ting's cheeks with both hands. Looking back, that was probably the gentlest moment of the entire year. Whether it was the pressure of my hands, the love in my eyes, or the soothing tone in my voice, I tried my best to calm Ting down. At that moment, even my penis seemed to soften.

The soothing was effective; Ting's trembling gradually lessened, and her breathing calmed down.

As the soothing effects became apparent, the amount of caressing subtly increased. If I wasn't mistaken, Ting's collarbone was one of her sensitive spots. Every time, whether it was a kiss, a lick, or even just a gentle breath on her collarbone, Ting's voice and breath would respond.

Ting never dared to look me in the eye, but she lay beneath me, letting me caress her. Her hands were at her sides, gently gripping the blanket, her two long, slender legs trying to come together, but my strong body forced them apart, leaving them spread rather wantonly on either side of me.

My mouth slid from Ting's cheeks and earlobes down to her collarbone, and then down to her full breasts that made me writhe and turn. Many times, when I looked at her workout photos on social media, I fantasized about her breasts. Now, when those full breasts were actually displayed before my eyes, I didn't know how to describe my feelings. Excitement, thrill, nervousness, surprise... none of these could adequately describe how I felt at that moment.

They were full, firm, fair, and bouncy breasts. Every single one of those words was essential. It was so perfectly round that even when Ting was lying down, it didn't disappear or slump to either side; it was so white and tender that at that moment I couldn't help but bite Ting's breast flesh instead of her nipple, because this full, white, tender flesh was like Chinese soft tofu, or Hokkaido white chocolate pudding; it was also so bouncy, no matter how I kneaded or played with it, I would only leave my finger marks on the clean white skin, and the breast would quickly return to its tempting full shape after I let go.

Ting's nipples were not large, and their color was a light pink, with almost no areola, which made her breasts appear even fuller and larger. Her nipples were already erect, and my penis naturally became erect again as well. In a while, breast sex would definitely be inevitable, I thought to myself.

Ting's abdomen was very smooth. Although she didn't have abs or a six-pack, it was the sexiest abdomen among all the trainers, except for my personal trainer and a few other "classmates" at the training studio. Not only was there no excess fat, but her skin was also incredibly smooth. Her navel was a small hollow, and when I tried to blow air into it, Ting laughed and her raised lower body touched my chin.

I didn't mind at all and continued to move my focus downwards. Next was Ting's private parts.

Ting seemed to sense my direction; she struggled to turn to her side and curl up. I wasn't in a hurry. The naked girl lying on her side beneath me had her arms wrapped around her full breasts, which only made them appear even fuller; her legs were curled up, but my gaze was drawn to her long, slender calves.

At 167 centimeters, Ting wasn't particularly tall, but her figure was very well-proportioned. Her calves couldn't compare to those of supermodels who were 170 or even 180 centimeters tall, but to be honest, I didn't particularly like that kind of figure. A well-proportioned, full, and healthy figure was what I liked most. I knelt on the bed, kneeling in front of Ting's small feet. Ting was still looking at me; she knew that in this position, the slit of her vulva was already in my sight. She raised her foot and kicked it against my face. Her size 37 feet had no odor whatsoever. At the same time, she gently lifted my upper body. But then, I grabbed her foot and placed it against my chest.

Ting was still a little nervous; her feet were a little cold.

I straightened Ting's legs, and she was still lying on her side. I started licking her ankles, little by little.

I could clearly feel Ting's body temperature rising.

When I reached the outer thigh, I pulled Ting close. She gasped and lay back on the bed, her left leg quickly pulled in front of me. I knelt down in front of Ting's genitals, very, very close.

At that distance, Ting could even feel my heavy breathing on her genitals.

I glanced at Ting's face, wanting to confirm her gaze, but my eyes were blocked by her high, firm breasts. Her private parts were right in front of me, her full breasts almost within reach, and my penis was painfully hard.

But I knew I couldn't be hasty with Ting. Her hands, which had been covering her chest, were gone; she was probably covering her face. This girl, completely exposed to the bright room lights, exposed to my eyes as a man, yet she covered her face, pretending not to see. Was this ostrich mentality cute or foolish?

I ignored Ting's hands and looked at her private parts.

So full. Her thick labia majora were engorged and parted, her vulva already soaked. The dark pubic hair wasn't thick, covering the area above her vulva in a roughly inverted triangle shape. A few light-colored pubic hairs grew around her vulva and perineum. The skin of her vulva was a pale red, not pink, but it only intensified my desire to penetrate her. Her clitoris was already peeking out, a rare, plump vulva, worthy of my labor!

I gently traced my fingers around the entrance of her vulva, causing Ting to moan shyly and wriggle her body.

I gently parted Ting's labia minora, trying to peek into the inner sanctum, but Ting's wriggling body prevented me from doing so.

I used my hands to hold Ting's legs firmly in place and stuck out my tongue to lick her vulva. But Ting seemed to sense it. She suddenly struggled violently, staring directly at me, her cheeks flushed crimson, and said, "Don't lick here, don't..." Her voice trailed off as she spoke.

I laughed, "What's wrong with that? Your lower part is so beautiful..."

"No, don't worry about why, just don't, that's all..." Ting still objected, her voice fading as she spoke.

We'd had enough foreplay; I figured it was time to get down to business. If she wouldn't lick me, so be it. After all, it was to please her, and she didn't want it, so let's get straight to the point.

I laughed and pushed Ting down onto the bed, embracing her and giving her a deep kiss that made her breath quicken, her breasts heaving violently.

I lifted myself up and parted Ting's legs.

We've known each other for over three years, and I've been harboring "mischievous thoughts" for half a year. Finally, I was about to reach base!

But just as the head of my penis was pressed against her vulva, ready to penetrate with a gentle push, Ting cried.

I really dislike women crying, or rather, I'm terrified of women crying. The moment Ting cried, my penis instantly went soft. I comforted her, telling her not to be afraid, but Ting said something that shocked me: "Would you like to wear a condom?"

What the heck?! At this point, she wants me to wear a condom?

And thinking about it carefully, Ting wasn't insisting I wear a condom, she was asking "Would you like to wear a condom?" Does that mean I can choose not to wear one? Actually, I usually wear a condom during sex, after all, safety comes first. One-night stands aside, even with regular partners I have sex with frequently, I consider the possibility of pregnancy and wear a condom. But since sleeping with Ting, I've even had this urge to hope she gets pregnant and we can start a family. I know it's irrational, but with Ting, I don't seem to be thinking purely with my lower body anymore.

But right now, there's a very important problem—even if I'm willing to use a condom, where can I buy one?

I sighed, preparing to get dressed to buy some condoms (yes, there weren't any in the room; I checked, unless they were hidden somewhere), but then Ting said something that shocked me—"I have some in my bag…" Oh

my god, I almost burst into tears. Could it be that the Ting I thought was so innocent is like a public bus carrying condoms everywhere? I'm not exactly an expert at judging people, but surely I wouldn't make such a huge misjudgment of a woman?

To be honest, "I have some in my bag" dampened my enthusiasm more than "Would you like to use a condom?". But Ting's reaction didn't seem so promiscuous; it matched my usual assessment of her. I opened Ting's bag. There weren't many things inside, and I easily found an Okamoto condom—the very model I liked.

I looked at Ting questioningly. Ting's face was flushed, and she stammered, "You said you liked this model, so I bought this model..."

I was overjoyed.

Ting wasn't a casual woman, and she didn't treat me like one of those casual sex partners who parted ways at dawn! I wasn't sure how much she liked me, but at this moment, I was certain she did!

I smiled and walked towards Ting: "Help me put it on."

Ting refused. But in the end, I threatened her that if she didn't put a condom on me, I wouldn't wear one at all. She couldn't resist me and put it on anyway. I

hadn't felt this way in a long time; it was a very strange feeling because I knew that, without realizing it, Ting had developed feelings for me, and I had also developed feelings for Ting.

The girl I admired was putting on a condom, preparing to receive my penetration. My penis, which had been limp from Ting's crying, was now throbbing fiercely in Ting's small hands.

Perhaps putting a condom on a man is a hurdle; once a woman overcomes it, she enters a new phase. My ex-wife was like that, and so was Ting. After the condom was tightly wrapped around my penis, Ting looked up at me, her voice shy yet noticeably more relaxed than before, and said, "It's really big..."

I was delighted, deliberately tucked in my abs, and my hard penis dangled in front of Ting's eyes. She quickly turned her head away, but gently patted my penis with her hand.

I pushed Ting down onto the bed.

Once again, Ting lay on the bed, her private parts pressed against my glans. I

spread Ting's legs into a wide M shape with my hands, her moist private parts clearly displayed before my eyes under the light. Ting's hands gripped the corner of the pillow tightly; it was clear she was very nervous. But she bravely looked me straight in the eye. I didn't know if my gaze was gentle or fierce, loving or greedy. In any case, I knew she was waiting, waiting for the second man in her life, which was me.

I held Ting's smooth ankles in my hands and gently thrust my lower body forward.

"Mmm—!" Ting's brows furrowed, her body stiffened, and she seemed to be gritting her teeth, looking like she was in great pain. Yet, her eyes remained fixed on me, filled with pain, but also with a clear encouragement.

My glans was enveloped by a warm, wet vagina.

Meeting Ting's encouraging gaze, I thrust in, not quickly but firmly. The movement of my penis was incredibly smooth; I knew that besides the condom's lubricant, there was a lot of other slippery fluid providing lubrication.

The tightness, the wetness, the burning pleasure emanating from my penis quickly traveled up my spine to the back of my head, and I couldn't help but moan!

Almost simultaneously, Ting's eyes closed tightly, and she let out a slightly painful "Ah!" as her body curled up.

Neither of us moved.

The girl in front of us, though 25, seemed to have really been impotent with her ex-boyfriend.

After a while, Ting finally seemed to adjust a bit; her body gradually relaxed, and I lay on top of her, my limbs bearing most of my weight.

Ting and I kissed passionately.

I slowly twisted my body, feeling the pressure of her two full breasts against my chest, feeling the friction of her two hard nipples. With each twist, my hard penis gently stirred inside Ting's hot vagina, causing her to moan intermittently as we kissed.

After exchanging enough fluids, both of us were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I propped myself up with my arms, looking tenderly at Ting, who looked back at me tenderly.

I knew that I wasn't having sex, but making love.

I began to thrust gently. The movements weren't large, only about 10 centimeters out before plunging back in.

I didn't know exactly how small Ting's ex-boyfriend's penis was; I thought it was just playful thrusting, but Ting quickly became drenched in sweat, panting heavily, her eyes filled with obvious satisfaction.

Ting was very satisfied, while I hadn't even used my full strength. I began to focus some of my energy on Ting's breasts. These breasts, perhaps only a D cup or even a C cup in terms of cup size, weren't considered large, but their perfect shape and exceptional feel made their allure undeniable. My fingers are of average length, but my palms are quite large. They might not be very pretty, but they are very strong. I tried to control the force of my kneading, but I don't know if it was because my penis was too thick and hard, or because my hands were too rough, but Ting's brows were tightly furrowed, and her face showed a painful expression.

However, not long after I relaxed my hands and penis, Ting tightly gripped the pillow and placed her small hand on mine: "Don't stop, keep going..."

The girl has asked for this, what are you still embarrassed about?

The finger marks on her white breasts became deeper and deeper.

The thrusting in and out of my lower body gradually entered a level that I liked, but Ting might not be able to handle.

The withdrawal and insertion of my penis began to produce the squelching sound of her juices.

Before long, it even made a clear and loud "slap slap slap" sound of flesh colliding.

This was far from my limit, but Ting seemed completely immersed in it. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, then rapid. At first, she tried hard to hold back her noise, then moaned continuously from her nose, and then started crying out rhythmically with my thrusts!

Even in this most traditional position, I was already thoroughly enjoying myself.

Ting was undoubtedly enjoying herself even more. I don't know how much time passed—five minutes? Ten minutes? Although I changed the rhythm in between, I estimated that I still thrust over a thousand times. When I felt that my penis was almost fused with Ting's vagina, Ting orgasmed.

Ting's orgasm was particularly easy to see; her lower abdomen was almost completely convulsing.

In that instant, the tightness of her vagina and the burning sensation from my penis made me want to thrust wildly until I ejaculated.

But I didn't; I wanted to give Ting as many orgasms as possible.

Ting gradually calmed down, our genitals still joined.

"You're so amazing..." Ting's face was flushed.

I bent down and continued to kiss her deeply.

This time, her body was limp as if it were falling apart, but her tongue responded powerfully to my kiss.

My breathing became rapid again.

I pulled out my penis, and Ting let out a soft gasp, then looked at me with confusion.

I smiled: "Lie on your stomach."

Ting's pretty face flushed, but she obediently rolled over.

But when she stopped moving, I was both amused and exasperated—her back was arched high; how could this be a doggy style position?

I didn't know how much sexual experience Ting had. I stroked her back, comforting her and helping her relax. Ting trusted me, and slowly, her back sank down, her pert buttocks becoming the highest point.

The sight before me made my blood boil—Ting, this tall, voluptuous, beautiful woman, raised her pert buttocks, the result of countless squats, high, her legs slightly parted, her wet private parts exposed before my eyes.

"Ah—!!" A scream escaped my lips.

The scene before me was too erotic; this time, I couldn't resist, and my thrusts became slightly faster.

Ting's body seemed to enter a state of arousal—this time, she didn't stiffen; her arched buttocks quickly relaxed, and then, with each thrust, she began to moan rhythmically again.

Besides my coach, Ting was the most comfortable woman I had ever had sex with from behind. Each time my lower abdomen slammed against her full, round buttocks, the bouncy sensation, the clear sound of flesh colliding, the faint ripples of flesh on her buttocks, the ecstatic pleasure from the instant friction within her vagina—all of it made me almost lose control.

My thrusting rhythm quickened, and Ting's breathing became labored.

She no longer moaned in response to my thrusts, but instead tried her best to maintain her breathing and keep moaning.

These moans contained both pain and, more than anything, pleasure.

I had originally planned to stay with Ting a little longer, but for some reason, when I entered her from behind, I found myself unable to control myself. My thrusting became faster and faster, not only did Ting's pleasure accumulate rapidly, but mine did too.

Fine, I'll just ejaculate like this.

I stopped controlling the rhythm, letting my penis relentlessly thrust in and out of Ting's vagina like a pile driver. My hands naturally wouldn't miss those full breasts. I pulled Ting up, her upper body pressed against my chest. She looked back at my burning gaze, responding to my passionate kisses, her hands covering my hands as they ravaged her breasts, all while enduring my vigorous thrusts…

I wasn't sure if Ting had ever had sex like this before, but she was undoubtedly adapting and enjoying the stimulation I was giving her.

A while later, Ting was too weak to sit up. She lay limp on the bed, using her last bit of strength to arch her back, welcoming my thrusts.

"Ah—!!" Ting suddenly raised her head, then suddenly collapsed back down, her body trembling. I knew, Ting had reached orgasm again.

I didn't give Ting a moment to catch her breath. She trembled and cried out, "Wait, wait..."

This time I didn't answer. I continued thrusting violently. Because I knew I was also at my limit—my millions of sperm were ready to be released.

Ting's body was limp on the bed, she didn't even have the strength to lift her buttocks. I held Ting's buttocks, thrusting wildly, the force of my penis pushing all the way in, my lower body pressing Ting's incredibly elastic buttocks even deeper, accompanied by a loud "smack." Ting could no longer moan; she could only make sounds like "uh" and "oh" to show that she was still conscious.

It was probably a few dozen seconds after Ting's second orgasm, but given the pace, I think I'd thrust over a hundred times. I couldn't take it anymore, and I didn't want to control myself. With a tingling sensation, a long-lost, exhilarating feeling shot through the back of my head, and thick semen gushed out in spurts!

Although it had only been a little over a week since our last time having sex, this time it felt like I hadn't had sex in ages; my threshold was incredibly low. I originally thought I could last a long time, but for some reason, I came very quickly this time.

Ting and I lay embracing, both of us drenched in sweat.

However, the room's air conditioning was quite effective; after a short while, Ting and I both felt a bit cold.

As I sat up, I realized that my penis was still half-erect inside Ting's vagina.

Ting noticed too, looking shy, and shifted her hips, letting my penis slip out slightly. However, as my penis left her vagina, her body involuntarily trembled twice.

I glanced at the condom; I have to admit, I ejaculated a lot this time. I looked at Ting with a wicked grin.

Ting saw the condom and my gaze, rolled her eyes at me, and then struggled to get up and headed for the bathroom.

I lay on the bed, not throwing away the condom, but placing it on the bedside table. I savored the wonderful feeling of our recent sex, while also asking myself a question: Why did a simple hookup evoke such a feeling of excitement? Was it because Ting was my type that I slept with her, or because I genuinely liked her and wanted to sleep with her?

My mind was a bit of a mess.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

I didn't want to think about those issues and went into the bathroom.

"You pervert! Get out!" Ting shouted.

I ignored her, went straight into the shower, and pulled Ting into my arms.

"You pervert, get out..." Ting was a little anxious, but her resistance was still weak.

The hot water on my body was warm and comfortable. "A home with 24-hour hot water," how wonderful it would be to have a girl like Ting waiting for you in this home.

I actually had this thought in my mind.

Ting was held in my arms and kissed passionately, and her body went limp.

What was hard was her nipples and my penis.

After a quick shower and drying off, I carried Ting to the bed.

I wanted to taste Ting's vagina, but Ting firmly stopped me. I was puzzled and explained to Ting that it really wasn't a big deal, but Ting just wouldn't listen. I was a little angry and wanted to force myself on her, but Ting suddenly sighed. I realized I might have touched a sensitive spot and stopped.

Ting was smart; she looked at me and asked, "Do you think I'm also a woman who can be tricked into bed?"

Honestly, although I had feelings for her before, I still wanted to sleep with her more, but now I genuinely think my feelings of affection outweigh my lust! I sighed too: "Women can be tricked into bed, so of course you can too. It's just that today you weren't tricked into bed by me, but rather we slept together because we were mutually attracted."

"Mutual attracted? How were we mutually attracted?" Ting's expression was complicated.

"Ting," I composed myself, taking a deep breath, "I know you might think I'm a worldly man taking advantage of someone's vulnerability, but I want you to know that you're not just a friend with benefits to me, but a friend, and I... I hope you'll be my girlfriend someday."

I've forgotten if those were the exact words, but that's the gist of it. And at that moment, I didn't even know if my own words were true or false.

But I clearly remember Ting smiling.

"Do you know why I don't want you to lick me down there? To be honest, I feel that if you lick me down there, I should lick you down there too. I've never licked a man's down there before. My ex-boyfriend wanted me to give him oral sex many times, but I always refused. To be honest, I do have feelings for you, and I can't sleep with a man I don't like, but I think we're impossible. But thank you, thank you so much..." As she spoke, Ting's eyes reddened.

"Are all you law students this rigid...?" I don't know what possessed me, but I blurted out, "Whether you lick me or not has nothing to do with me, girl. Let me tell you, you're supposed to be a law student, and you're just imposing your values on others, you know that? If you were in business, you'd be forcing people to buy and sell, you know that?" As soon as I

finished speaking, I suddenly realized my brain had short-circuited, and I muttered to myself, "Oh no!" But Ting wasn't angry at all; she actually burst out laughing!

"You lunatic..." Ting scolded me with a laugh.

I stuck out my tongue, but then immediately pinned Ting down, my face towards her genitals, and my penis should have been facing her face, though I didn't know if Ting was even looking. I roared, "I'm going to lick you today! I don't need anything in return!" But a little guilty inside, after all, she was a judge. What if she did something wrong and accused me of rape? No lawyer could save me then.

But Ting didn't react; I only heard her sigh. I snapped to attention and stopped. Then I heard Ting's voice from below: "You just said you wanted me to be your girlfriend, was that true?"

At this point, even if it was false, I had to say it was true, especially since I didn't know for sure myself. I answered clearly, "If it's true, you have to say yes."

I was even moved by my own words.

But, to my utter surprise, my penis was suddenly enveloped by a warm, wet vagina!

Ting's vagina was right in front of me, and I knew perfectly well where my penis was.

To be honest, Ting's oral sex skills weren't very good, but—after all, this was Ting's first time!

Thinking about this, my penis seemed to instantly grow larger, and it didn't seem to be my imagination; I heard Ting's muffled moans of "Mmm..." coming from below.

I could clearly feel Ting struggling to move her head up and down to let my penis go in and out of her mouth. I couldn't imagine how much psychological barrier Ting had overcome to give me her first oral sex experience.

In terms of sexual experience, I was far superior to Ting. Recovering from the surprise and ecstasy of Ting giving me oral sex, my tongue covered Ting's vulva.

The feeling of my penis being enveloped lessened noticeably because Ting was moaning continuously from my licking.

More and more sticky liquid appeared in her mouth.

"Okay, lie down!" Ting's command came from below.

This was the first time Ting had given me a clear command tonight.

I wasn't worried about what Ting would do, and simply lay down quietly as she asked. My penis was erect.

Ting's pure and pretty face appeared before me: "I've licked you there, are you still willing to kiss me?"

There was no verbal answer, and Ting's lips were smeared with her own vaginal fluid.

After a long while, Ting broke free from me, a tear on her face.

While I was still in shock, Ting laughed: "You big bad guy! I don't care what happens in the future, tonight, tonight I'm your girlfriend!"

Then, Ting retreated to my crotch, gave me a sweet smile, lowered her head, and began to perform oral sex on me diligently!

Watching my thick, long penis go in and out of Ting's small mouth, I couldn't help but feel a surge of wild joy. I don't know if this ecstasy came from Ting agreeing to be my girlfriend, from her trust in me, or simply from the fact that I had given her her first oral sex. In any case, my penis stood up hard and proudly, and no matter how much Ting licked and swallowed, there was no sign of me ejaculating.

It was Ting's first time performing oral sex, so she was quite inexperienced, and many of her movements were inefficient. She tried hard, I could see, but she still wasted a lot of energy, and gradually the rhythm slowed down.

I laughed, lifted myself up, and pulled Ting towards me. She lay on top of me, and we kissed again.

We kissed until we were both breathless, and she laughed again: "You big bad guy, I've let you take advantage of me so much!" I was completely bewildered: "Huh?"

Ting bit her lip, as if she had made up her mind: "You will be my first man."

I was even more bewildered: "Huh??"

Ting buried her head in my chest and said something in a voice I could barely hear, which filled me with ecstatic joy: "I've never let him penetrate me without a condom before. Come on, I'm yours..."

I was the one who froze.

I tried hard not to show my excitement, but I think my expression, my movements, and many other things betrayed it. But I didn't care anymore. I rolled over and pinned Ting beneath me: "Are you serious?"

Ting turned her head away, not speaking, but gripping my wrists tightly.

I trembled with excitement.

My glans pressed against the entrance of Ting's vagina.

This time, there wasn't even a 0.00000001 millimeter of obstruction.

"Ah..." Ting let out a soft cry.

"Oh—!" That was my moan. It

was so ecstatic! This tight, wet, and hot vagina! The first time I'd truly experienced the penetration of a man's penis! And this penis was mine!

Ting was crying, her body trembling. I didn't dare thrust, and Ting sensed it.

"Let's continue, I'm yours..." Ting said without looking at me.

After our earlier "trial and error," Ting and I were much more in sync this time. Ting was getting increasingly wet, making the thrusting very smooth, and the kissing incredibly passionate. Ting's breasts, her shoulders, her collarbone... I greedily kissed and even bit every inch of her; her back, her buttocks, her little feet... I caressed and even ravaged every part of her. Although we had just finished our first time a few dozen minutes ago, this time Ting and I seemed to have suddenly developed a tacit understanding.

Soon, both Ting and I were drenched in sweat, and Ting's juices were so abundant that they soaked our pubic hair and even our entire lower bodies.

At first, I pinned Ting down on the bed, starting with a gentle rhythm, then gradually changing the pace, until I felt Ting was close to climax and I thrust into her frantically, helping her reach another climax smoothly. This time, my penis was exceptionally hard, each thrust incredibly smooth, and with each withdrawal, I could see the lustful fluids from her hot vagina being drawn out. Each insertion was accompanied by a powerful impact from my thrusts, causing Ting's full breasts to sway alluringly, her small nipples drawing enticing circles.

Then, I had Ting lie on top of me, and I moved my body back and forth horizontally on the bed. This was her first time trying this position. She wasn't a skinny girl, but her full yet not bloated body felt incredibly good to me. We both recovered our strength in this slow, intimate position.

Then, using the same position I had just used to ejaculate, the pleasure of entering Ting from behind almost made me ejaculate again. This time, I even slapped Ting's buttocks twice during penetration. If it weren't for the obvious handprints immediately (though they disappeared quickly), the bouncy feel and the ecstatic gasps, I'm afraid I might have fallen in love with this little action that I didn't used to like. But as a reward, Ting experienced another orgasm.

We then tried standing doggy style, but unfortunately, this was Ting's first time trying this position, and our coordination wasn't great. In the end, I simply pulled her into my arms, her legs locked around my waist, and my penis thrust in and out of her vagina while I was standing, causing her to gush with fluids. To be honest, given Ting's height, this position was a bit awkward. I still prefer doing this with a 158cm tall (adult) girl, but Ting's breasts swayed in front of me, and the dreamy look in her eyes… I couldn't resist, and surprisingly, I lasted a long time.

Finally, we returned to the most traditional position, and I began to thrust. This time, my previous hard work finally paid off—Ting actively moved her lower body to meet my thrusts!

Ting, who works out regularly, has pretty good stamina for a girl. While I'm a homebody, I'm not a total shut-in; going to the gym to lift weights and running at the university across the street are nothing unusual for me. My stamina is more than enough to handle Ting.

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed through the room. I figured if this were a budget hotel, complaints from the neighbors would be inevitable. Even if the soundproofing blocked out the sounds of flesh colliding, I doubted this decent hotel could completely block out Ting's delicate yet loud moans.

Ting had already orgasmed twice.

My penis was on the verge of ejaculation.

"Wait, wait..." Ting's third orgasm arrived; her body trembled again, and her face wore that painful yet ecstatic expression.

During her climax, Ting's vagina tightened and loosened repeatedly. I didn't have time to waste. Stimulated by the direct gripping of her vagina on my penis, I released my semen.

Generally, during continuous sex, the second ejaculation shouldn't produce more semen than the first.

However, this ejaculation felt exceptionally stimulating. I seemed to lose my sight, my entire body only experiencing hearing and touch. The sensation came from all over my body, from the wet and slippery feeling from my hands to the warmth of Ting's body, but most of all, it was the pleasure from my penis. The pleasure surged from my vas deferens to my lower abdomen, then spread throughout my entire body in an instant. My body trembled and shuddered uncontrollably, as if all the heat in my body was flowing from my vas deferens to my urethra, gushing out from it.

I don't even know how long I ejaculated this time. After I finished, I released Ting's slender waist, and she lay down, panting heavily. My penis slid out of Ting's vagina. For a few seconds, my brain went blank, then I regained consciousness.

My vision slowly returned.

Looking down, I saw Ting limp on the bed, her full body completely naked, covered in fragrant sweat, her fair skin covered with my teeth and handprints. Her full breasts heaved slowly but violently with each breath. Finally, my gaze settled on Ting's private parts—the amount of semen flowing out was far more than I had imagined.

I glanced at my phone; it was almost midnight. From entering the room around 10 PM until now, including two showers, it had taken a little over an hour. It wasn't a long time, but it was the most satisfying sex I'd had in a long time.

I sat cross-legged, regulating my breathing, recovering my strength. Looking down at my penis, it had gone limp, a complete contrast to its earlier menacing state.

Tonight, he had his fill.

Tonight, I had my fill too.

It took Ting a long time to come to her senses.

"You came inside me, didn't you?" Ting's voice was calm, so calm it scared me a little.

"Yeah," I answered truthfully.

A moment of silence.

"Let's take a shower," Ting said softly.

I knew we were together, because this time Ting said "we."

After this time of making love, we both drank a lot of water, because we had been so wild.

I hadn't been this excited and energetic in a long time. As for Ting, it was her first time with a man other than her ex-boyfriend, her first time giving oral sex, her first time being penetrated without a condom and even having ejaculated inside her, plus the new positions I introduced her to... Tonight, it's hard to say who benefited more. The only thing we had in common was that we were both drenched in sweat. Even though the air conditioning was working well, looking at the obvious puddles on the blankets, it was clear that Ting and I, especially Ting, needed to recover more than just our physical strength.

Showering together naturally involved some flirting. There was even a little playful bickering. But we didn't do it a third time.

After all, it was Monday, a long day, and we had to go to work tomorrow. By the time we finished showering, it was already past midnight. In

Shitou City in the summer, even late at night, the sound of air conditioning was never lacking.

Ting slept soundly in my arms, seemingly very peacefully. Even with her eyes closed, her fair face was so pure and alluring, so endearing.

I tossed and turned.

Ting was exactly the kind of girl I liked most—beautiful, educated, with a good job, and her personality was exactly what I admired. But, having been divorced for three years, accustomed to having different women in my arms every quarter, even every month, could I really be with her?

I know that when I considered these issues, I already wanted to be with her.

But as someone who's been divorced, I also know that these are all problems.

Oh well, who cares? With such a wonderful wife, what more could a husband ask for?

I drifted off to sleep. Later, many things happened between Ting and me. I won't go into the details, but at least in this moment, looking at Ting sleeping peacefully in my arms, thinking that this beautiful intern judge was the woman I had just deeply ejaculated inside, thinking that this was her first time, this should be the most satisfying moment of 2018 for me.

Graduating from university at 22 and marrying the girl I'd been classmates with for four years and shared a bed with for three—it seemed like a perfect love and marriage. However, after marriage, I started working tirelessly, while she stayed on campus to pursue her postgraduate studies. Although we started off very much in love and shared a bed every night, a growing distance gradually developed between us. Finally, on National Day in 2015, after nearly six months of protracted litigation, a mediation agreement brought my first marriage to an end.

The woman in this article is not the judge in this case. At the time, she was the court clerk in my divorce case. A court clerk is somewhat like a nurse in a hospital, an assistant to the judge, with a heavy workload, and is the court staff member who has the most contact with the parties involved. From the initial phone call informing me that my ex-wife had filed for divorce, to organizing mediation between us after the court hearing, to later providing me with the documents, she was basically the one running around the house, except when the judge appeared in court.

The judge handling this case was a menopausal woman, supposedly a deputy presiding judge. Although she spoke fluently about cases and cited legal provisions, and frankly, she was quite attractive and worth a fling, her attitude during the trial made me reluctant to talk to her much. Conversely, the female protagonist of this story, let's call her Ting, had a very pleasant voice and a gentle demeanor. Actually, I wasn't particularly attracted to her at the time. I had many worries at work, and the divorce was especially troubling, but I couldn't bring myself to get angry in her presence.

At the time, my feeling towards Ting was simply comfortable. She wasn't the kind of woman you'd want to sleep with just by looking at her (I later realized I wasn't in the right state of mind and didn't notice her sexiness). I just felt that this girl was very comfortable to be around—delicate features, fair skin, neat hair, a sweet smile, and a gentle voice—the kind of girl who, after seeing and interacting with you, makes you want to be with you cleanly rather than sleep with you.

There was actually a little incident during the court hearing. My sex drive is quite strong. When the judge asked my ex-wife for the reasons for requesting a divorce, she said a lot, including that I raped her after marriage, that I had sex too frequently, and that I often forced myself on her even when she didn't want to, sometimes for a whole week and nights in a row. I was furious at the time, wondering who was so wet that she was moaning so loudly after I touched her. Just as I was about to explode, I saw Ting's fair face, which was taking notes, suddenly turn a deep blush, and my anger inexplicably vanished.

Perhaps the deeper the love, the deeper the resentment at the time of separation. My ex-wife was extremely critical of me during the divorce, even demanding that I leave with nothing regarding the property. I asked myself, although I had cheated, I hadn't spent any money, contracted any diseases, or let her know, so I couldn't say I had caused her any emotional harm. We had no children and were both willing to divorce, but despite making significant concessions regarding the property, we still couldn't reach an agreement in one go. We went to court twice and had numerous mediation sessions. In between, Ting added me and my ex-wife on WeChat for easier communication.

However, at the time, I genuinely had no ulterior motives towards Ting.

After the case was closed, Ting didn't delete me. After those chaotic days, and as my career and life gradually returned to normal, I saw Ting's update on WeChat Moments and, on a whim, browsed through her posts. Back then, WeChat didn't seem to have the option to show only three days' worth of posts, so I scrolled all the way to Ting's earliest post, which I think was from 2012. It seemed this was her private WeChat account (I later learned that it truly was; shortly after adding me in 2015, she registered a new WeChat account specifically for adding clients and lawyers). Judging from her WeChat Moments, she was an exceptionally talented girl. She loved dogs, sports, food, and travel. Besides law, she also enjoyed history and geography. She occasionally posted selfies, but they weren't overly glamorous or affected; instead, they were playful and charming. Everything about her was exactly my type. Besides law and selfies, her other interests were also my strengths. Coupled with her pretty face and gentle voice, I started trying to interact with Ting on WeChat Moments.

However, Ting already had a boyfriend at the time, and I kept my distance from people in the court system. So, although I thought Ting was a nice girl, I didn't cross any lines.

Perhaps because I wasn't overly aggressive in my approach, and because I moved to a city two hours away from her in 2016, Ting wasn't very wary of me. Ting and I started liking each other's posts on WeChat Moments, then began leaving comments, and eventually started chatting on WeChat. Our relationship grew increasingly close. Of course, this closeness remained at the level of friends. Although I returned to Shitoucheng at the end of 2017, we met two or three times almost every month, either having a meal at a restaurant we wanted to try or sitting down at Costa to chat for an afternoon, but we never actually got together.

The turning point came at the beginning of 2018.

Although I wouldn't say I'm a complete womanizer, I sensed something was off about Ting's WeChat Moments updates. I casually asked her how she was doing, and she didn't give a direct answer, which basically confirmed that she must be experiencing some trouble in her life. However, at that time she had already become a judge's assistant (simply put, a trainee judge), and there were some updates encouraging herself and joking about the parties involved (later she said she had deleted all the other parties involved except me, including my ex-wife), so it probably wasn't work-related; she started working out in the summer of 2016, and her figure got better and better (especially her breasts, which got bigger and bigger while others got smaller, which is one of the reasons why my desire to sleep with her became stronger and stronger), so it probably wasn't physical either; she was very filial, and would post birthday wishes for her parents on social media, so it probably wasn't family-related; after thinking it over, it must be romantic.

With a general direction in mind, the rest was just chatting with her, of course, showing concern and showering her with sweet words. Women are sometimes very complex, and some of their thoughts are simply incomprehensible to men; but sometimes they are also really easy to pursue. Perhaps it was because of my own good qualities, or perhaps it was because she had trusted me more after more than two years of communication. In any case, she gradually began to tell me many private things.

Among them, the two most important things for me to sleep with her were: first, her boyfriend was no good in bed; second, even such a boyfriend had cheated on her!

I had seen Ting's ex-boyfriend in Ting's social media posts; he seemed quite handsome. But no matter what, as time went by, Ting and her relationship not only failed to mend, but even grew colder.

I have to thank her boyfriend; although he was a jerk to Ting, he was a godsend for me—a few months later, at Ting's age of 25, when she was no longer a young girl and should have been married with children, he successfully made Ting a single woman!

Ting wasn't the kind of woman you could easily win over, but during my single period, given my circumstances and our relationship, sleeping with her wouldn't be too difficult. I started increasing the frequency of our conversations, and subtly increased the frequency of our dirty jokes as well. Occasionally, I would use my past with my ex-wife (some true, some false) to comfort or tease Ting. I could sense that although we were still good friends on the surface, her heart was moving closer to me. Especially during the hottest month of August, I once left some flirtatious comments under one of her rather sexy workout photos. She wasn't angry at all; instead, she defiantly teased me back, asking if I could handle it. How could I let such an opportunity slip by? Our chats started becoming more suggestive, and the topics of sex gradually increased, including my past "rape" of my ex-wife, which she found very interesting and particularly enjoyed when I talked about sex.

I knew, Ting, I was 99% sure I could sleep with her.

However, Ting had only had two relationships and one man, so she was still quite reserved. I also had my own bed partner, so there wasn't any real progress. September of that year.

September in Shitou City is a city where air conditioning is indispensable. September was a relatively free time for me, and my libido started to stir. Just then, my bed partner (she was a teacher) started getting busy, and my chats with Ting became increasingly explicit. My messages to her often included a lot of explicit pictures, and I teased her by sending her photos of herself—the private kind, of course. She didn't reply, but she didn't refuse either.

One Monday afternoon at the end of September, near the end of the workday, after finishing a bunch of things, I was scrolling through my WeChat Moments when I saw that Ting had just updated her Moments, complaining about attending three very mentally taxing court hearings that day and being a bit overwhelmed. That wasn't really a big deal, the key thing was seeing the flush on her face in the picture, whether from heat or something else, which suddenly made me really want to have sex with her. I texted Ting asking if I wanted to feed her some protein (semen), and she immediately understood and scolded me for being indecent. I continued to tease her while sending her some erotic pictures and asking her to send me her photos. She still didn't agree, but demanded that I send her pictures of my private parts. I sent her pictures of my penis and nude photos without showing my face, along with other men's penises and nude photos I found online, and asked her to guess.

I sent her the picture, but Ting didn't reply for a while. Although I really wanted to sleep with her, I wasn't that desperate. Seeing that it was almost time to leave work, I sent her a message, nothing provocative, just asking her out for dinner.

Even that didn't get a reply. Just when I'd given up on having dinner with her that night, she finally messaged me. She said she'd just organized a meeting, which was why she hadn't replied. Ting told me to go to a trendy restaurant in the university town on the outskirts of the city first, and she'd join me later. I wasn't actually that excited at the time; maybe my hormones were just starting to return to normal.

However, when I waited for Ting at the restaurant, my desire, which had only subsided briefly, reignited—she wore a simple, elegant white shirt paired with a black pencil skirt, which made my long-desired breasts appear even fuller, and revealed a pair of long, slender, white legs. On her feet were my favorite white high heels, and her bare feet, without stockings, gave me an urge to hold and play with them. Her face, though lightly made up, was still so delicate and pretty, and her smooth, shoulder-length hair wasn't disheveled despite the day's busyness, though there was a hint of fatigue on her face. She put down her exquisitely crafted black bag (I didn't recognize the brand), gave me a sweet smile, and instantly dispelled the fatigue I'd accumulated throughout the day in the sweltering heat. Even my intense urge to sleep with her faded. Ting was such a pure and innocent girl.

But later, during dinner, looking at her lotus-root-like, fair arms, and the alluring cleavage that wasn't intentionally exposed but was still partially visible from my angle, my desire reignited.

I can't remember where we started talking, but we eventually drifted into discussing intimate matters. That day, I tried my best to get us both to drink. Ting actually has a good alcohol tolerance, but perhaps because she was tired from a day's work, she wasn't in top form. She only drank a small amount of red wine before I led the conversation to become more explicit. She guessed correctly which of the photos I sent were of myself. I followed up by asking her what she thought, and she said she didn't believe it because they were too big (in reality, my penis is only 14 or 15 centimeters, not the legendary 18 or even 20 centimeters "human cannon"). I didn't care whether she was complimenting or genuinely thought it was big, and continued to tease her…

That night, we didn't leave the hotel until after 9 pm. Besides wanting to get Ting drunk, another reason was that drinking would give me a legitimate reason not to drive her home. Neither of us mentioned the driver service; we just strolled slowly side-by-side on the streets of the university town. The atmosphere became somewhat romantic, and I held Ting's hand for the first time.

Ting's hands weren't big, but her fingers were long and slender. She didn't have long nails; her delicate skin and slender fingers made Ting's small hands irresistible. The conversation was almost devoid of dirty jokes and sensitive topics; instead, it consisted of amusing anecdotes from daily life, work-related complaints, historical anecdotes, and geographical questions encountered while traveling. Yet, this very conversation drew our shoulders closer and closer.

Before we knew it, we were on the edge of the university town and the city. This was a teachers' college, surrounded by numerous hotels and guesthouses (you know what I mean). I glanced at my watch; it was already past ten. Most students still off-campus at this hour weren't planning to return to their dorms tonight. Many young couples—it goes without saying what would happen tonight. The romantic atmosphere became subtly ambiguous. I looked into her eyes—the emotions within were complex, but I was certain I saw a hint of desire.

Whether she wanted to initiate or be passive, if even a trace of desire was present, she wouldn't be leaving tonight.

But I still took precautions—there weren't many people around, so I pulled Ting into my arms and, before she could react, kissed her lips.

Ting's lips were soft and smooth. My tongue quickly pried open her teeth, which seemed to want to resist but lacked strength, and intertwined with hers.

Tonight was the first time we held hands, and also the first time we kissed. This first kiss seemed to last a long time. Ting's teeth initially tried to resist, and her tongue initially tried to avoid me, but soon, accompanied by heavy, rapid breathing, our tongues were entwined, exchanging our saliva.

One hand was on Ting's back, and the other was kneading her buttocks. Women who work out regularly are definitely different. Ting's buttocks were full, firm, and elastic. I couldn't help but imagine how ecstatic it would feel to penetrate her from behind, even imagining the stimulating sensation of slapping her buttocks.

Ting had her arms wrapped around me. Although she was quite tall at 167cm, I wasn't short at 182cm either. While I didn't have a V-shaped waist, my six-pack was still faintly visible. Combined with my rather satisfactory bust and shoulders, she could only wrap her arms around me from under my armpits. She tilted her head back, and when I kissed her, I glanced at her. Her eyes were closed, her face innocent yet with a hint of sexy blush.

After a long while, our lips finally parted. I regulated my breathing and tried to keep my tone calm as I said to Ting, "Come with me."

"Mmm..." I still remember how adorable Ting's shy, adorable response was.

She didn't say a word throughout the entire process of checking into the hotel; she even gave me her ID card, which I then handed to the front desk.

The first thing she said after entering the hotel was after we entered the room. After I kissed and caressed her, making us both sweat, she pushed me away, her breath coming in short gasps, and said shyly, "Let's take a shower first..."

At this point, although my penis was rock hard, I still had a sliver of reason left. This sliver of reason told me that tonight, Ting's body was already mine, and what I needed to do now was not to scare her.

I leaned against the wall, watching Ting tenderly. Ting seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze and turned away. She tried to unbutton her shirt, but after a while, she didn't move. I knew Ting wasn't quite open yet. From behind, I first hugged her, gently breathing into her ear, kissing her earlobe, and licking and nibbling at her earlobe. Her full breasts heaved with her heavy breathing. My hands then gently unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time.

As the last button was undone, her fuller breasts, which were held up by an aqua blue lace bra, were revealed in front of me. These were plump breasts that I had fantasized about too many times. Although I had never fucked a woman with plump breasts, when Ting's pure face and these sexy, plump breasts were displayed in front of me, I still couldn't help but swallow a big mouthful of saliva.

Perhaps the sound of swallowing was too loud, but I heard Ting in my arms chuckle. I didn't feel embarrassed, I just gently twisted my fingers - Ting let out a soft exclamation, and quickly covered her full breasts exposed to the air with both hands after her bra fell off. But her breasts were very full, and her small hands could only cover the two sexy nipples.

Ting's body trembled slightly. In September in Stone City, it couldn't be because of the cold. The only reason was probably nervousness—she wasn't a virgin, and she knew clearly what that hard, thick thing pressing against her body through several layers of fabric was.

I gently loosened our pressed lower bodies, squatted down, and looked at Ting's alluringly curved buttocks through her skirt. How tight must that vagina be beneath those elastic buttocks? I gently pulled down Ting's skirt with both hands, revealing her white, full buttocks in matching light blue lace panties. When her skirt fell to the ground, Ting's body stiffened for a moment. I didn't pay attention to that; instead, I thought I smelled a hint of lewdness.

Perhaps I was just imagining things; Ting's underwear wasn't wet. I wasn't disappointed; I simply slowly pulled down her underwear. Ting resisted a little, her legs tightly closed. But it was in vain; a moment later, Ting was completely naked in front of me.

I pulled Ting around so she was facing me. I smiled at Ting, at Ting who was too nervous to look me in the eye—I'd known this woman for over three years, but at this moment, I realized just how alluring she was—tall and voluptuous, with curves in all her right places; her skin was fair, smooth, and soft. I used to only think she had a pretty face and a tall figure, but now I realize that her breasts and buttocks are practically made to ignite male hormones.

I slowly took off my clothes, glancing at Ting as I did so. She avoided my eyes, and seemed afraid to look at my body either. However, although she turned her head to the side, her eyes kept glancing at my body. When I took off my shirt, she exclaimed softly, "My God, you actually have abs..."

I was both amused and exasperated. Although I might not look thin, I wasn't fat either, was I? Ting even liked my post on social media about masturbation. So, just because I haven't shown off my abs, she naturally assumed I didn't have any?

But when I pulled down my pants and underwear, completely naked, exposing my erect penis to her, she trembled but made no sound.

I knew tonight would be a long and difficult night for her to adjust.

I pulled Ting into my arms.

I don't like thin people. I believe that valuing thinness as beauty is a morbid aesthetic, regardless of gender. I masturbate myself, and I enjoy sleeping with girls who masturbate. Ting wasn't the strongest masturbator among the women I slept with, but her body felt wonderful to me—that full but not bloated, elastic feeling made my penis even harder, pressing against her smooth lower abdomen.

A kiss.

Caresses.

When I entered the bathroom, Ting's pubic hair, thick and lustrous, was already wet with her vaginal fluids.

To ensure our first time had the best possible setting, I had chosen the most luxurious-looking hotel room with a double bed. However, being a university-area hotel catering to students, its standards were somewhat limited, and the shower room wasn't very large. But this suited me perfectly. Ting tried several times to push me out to shower alone, but the difference in strength was too great, and she eventually gave up.

Although my penis was rock hard, I didn't immediately start. I put a shower cap on her, dried her body, and applied shower gel… While I certainly took advantage of Ting to some extent, and the sensation of her touch made me happy to serve her, I didn't overly tease her; everything was done with as much gentleness as possible.

Ting was enjoying herself; I could clearly feel her body gradually relaxing.

Nothing brings me more satisfaction than gradually arousing the woman I love and finally satisfying her. Sometimes Ting would close her eyes and tilt her head back, letting me caress her breasts and private parts; other times she would lie on top of me, letting me lather her back and buttocks with shower gel, her full breasts pressing against my chest.

Looking back now, everything was so beautiful. The only regret was perhaps that Ting wasn't willing to touch my body proactively. Even when I guided her small hand to my penis, she would recoil as if electrocuted. But it didn't matter; this shyness only made me want her to experience the pleasure a man could bring a woman.

Ting's nipples were already hard.

I wiped Ting's body, but I couldn't dry her private parts properly.

I knew it was time.

Stepping out of the small bathroom, the bedroom was quite spacious. Although it was only a few steps, I picked Ting up in a princess carry. She gasped and immediately wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. After confirming that I could easily lift her, a blush instantly appeared on her face, and she buried her head in my neck.

Ting smelled so good. It wasn't just the scent of shower gel; perhaps it was a woman's unique fragrance. I stood by the bed, waiting for her to look up.

Looking at the girl in my arms, I suddenly had a strange feeling. This feeling wasn't the kind you'd have during a casual hookup; it was the kind I'd felt long ago, when I was making love with my ex-wife when we had a good relationship. It wasn't a simple urge to release sexual desire, but an urge to love and cherish her.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

After a long while, Ting still buried her head in my neck, but turned her head and said in incredibly gentle voice, "Can you turn off the light...?"

Ting's eyes were beautiful, big, bright, and clear. Although she wasn't a virgin anymore, she still gave the impression of a young girl who hadn't experienced the ways of the world. Her face wasn't baby-faced, but it had a very pure and innocent look. With that face and that long, voluptuous, hot body, how could I possibly turn off the lights?

I gently placed Ting on the bed. She curled up, her limbs covering her breasts, private parts, and other sensitive areas. Especially under my unwavering gaze, she was too shy to meet my eyes, turning her head away to let her hair obscure her pretty face.

I straddled Ting's curled-up body on the bed, my engorged, erect penis waving menacingly in front of her. Although Ting's face was hidden by her hair, her eyes were definitely still looking at me. From that angle, she naturally saw my aroused penis. She shuddered, and I saw her head turn away again. At the same time, she quickly reached out a hand to pull the blanket over herself, trying to crawl under the covers.

I quickly lay down on her, pinning her beneath me.

Her body was incredibly supple. Unlike the soft, muscular feel of some voluptuous girls, and far surpassing the bony figures of others, her body thrilled me.

I looked down at the girl trembling slightly beneath me; even now, there was a hint of fear in her eyes. I knew Ting wasn't a casual girl; tonight was likely her first time sleeping with a man other than her boyfriend.

I stroked Ting's cheeks with my hands; looking back, that was probably the gentlest moment of the entire year. Whether it was the pressure of my hands, the love in my eyes, or the soothing tone in my voice, I tried my best to calm her down. At that moment, even my penis seemed to soften.

The soothing was effective; Ting's trembling gradually subsided, and her breathing calmed down.

As the soothing effects became more apparent, the amount of caressing subtly increased. If I wasn't mistaken, Ting's collarbone was one of her sensitive spots. Every time, whether it was a kiss, a lick, or even just a gentle breath on her collarbone, Ting would react with sounds and breaths.

Ting avoided looking me in the eye, but lay beneath me, letting me caress her. Her hands were at her sides, gently clutching the blanket. Her long, slender legs tried to close, but my strong body forced them apart, leaving them spread rather lasciviously on either side of me.

My lips slid from Ting's cheeks and earlobes to her collarbone, then down to her full breasts that made me linger. Many times, I had fantasized about her breasts while looking at her workout photos on social media. Now, with those full breasts truly before my eyes, I didn't know how to describe my feelings. Excitement, thrill, nervousness, surprise… none of these could adequately express the emotions I felt at that moment.

They were full, firm, white, and bouncy breasts. These four words are all essential. It was so perfectly round that even when Ting was lying down, it didn't disappear or slump to either side; it was so white and tender that at that moment I couldn't help but bite Ting's breast flesh instead of her nipple, because this full, white flesh was like Chinese soft tofu, or Hokkaido white chocolate pudding; it was also so bouncy, no matter how I kneaded or played with it, I only left my finger marks on its white skin, and the breast quickly returned to its initial alluring full shape after I let go.

Ting's nipples weren't large, a pale pink color, with almost no areola, which made her breasts appear even fuller and larger. Her nipples were already erect, and my penis naturally became erect again. Soon, breast sex would definitely be inevitable, I thought to myself.

Ting's abdomen was very smooth. Although she didn't have abs or a six-pack, it was the sexiest abdomen among all the trainers, except for my personal trainer and a few other "classmates" at the training studio. Not only was there no excess fat, but her skin was also incredibly smooth. Her navel was a small hollow, and when I tried to blow air into it, Ting laughed and her raised lower body touched my chin.

I didn't mind at all and continued to move my focus downwards. Next was Ting's private parts.

Ting seemed to sense my direction; she struggled to turn to her side and curl up. I wasn't in a hurry. The naked girl lying on her side beneath me had her arms wrapped around her full breasts, which only made them appear even fuller; her legs were curled up, but my gaze was drawn to her long, slender calves.

At 167 centimeters, Ting wasn't particularly tall, but her figure was very well-proportioned. Her calves couldn't compare to those of supermodels who were 170 or even 180 centimeters tall, but to be honest, I didn't particularly like that kind of figure. A well-proportioned, full, and healthy figure was what I liked most. I knelt on the bed, kneeling in front of Ting's small feet. Ting was still looking at me; she knew that in this position, the slit of her vulva was already in my sight. She raised her foot and kicked it against my face. Her size 37 feet had no odor whatsoever. At the same time, she gently lifted my upper body. But then, I grabbed her foot and placed it against my chest.

Ting was still a little nervous; her feet were a little cold.

I straightened Ting's legs, and she was still lying on her side. I started licking her ankles, little by little.

I could clearly feel Ting's body temperature rising.

When I reached the outer thigh, I pulled Ting close. She gasped and lay back on the bed, her left leg quickly pulled in front of me. I knelt down in front of Ting's genitals, very, very close.

At that distance, Ting could even feel my heavy breathing on her genitals.

I glanced at Ting's face, wanting to confirm her gaze, but my eyes were blocked by her high, firm breasts. Her private parts were right in front of me, her full breasts almost within reach, and my penis was painfully hard.

But I knew I couldn't be hasty with Ting. Her hands, which had been covering her chest, were gone; she was probably covering her face. This girl, completely exposed to the bright room lights, exposed to my eyes as a man, yet she covered her face, pretending not to see. Was this ostrich mentality cute or foolish?

I ignored Ting's hands and looked at her private parts.

So full. Her thick labia majora were engorged and parted, her vulva already soaked. The dark pubic hair wasn't thick, covering the area above her vulva in a roughly inverted triangle shape. A few light-colored pubic hairs grew around her vulva and perineum. The skin of her vulva was a pale red, not pink, but it only intensified my desire to penetrate her. Her clitoris was already peeking out, a rare, plump vulva, worthy of my labor!

I gently traced my fingers around the entrance of her vulva, causing Ting to moan shyly and wriggle her body.

I gently parted Ting's labia minora, trying to peek into the inner sanctum, but Ting's wriggling body prevented me from doing so.

I used my hands to hold Ting's legs firmly in place and stuck out my tongue to lick her vulva. But Ting seemed to sense it. She suddenly struggled violently, staring directly at me, her cheeks flushed crimson, and said, "Don't lick here, don't..." Her voice trailed off as she spoke.

I laughed, "What's wrong with that? Your lower part is so beautiful..."

"No, don't worry about why, just don't, that's all..." Ting still objected, her voice fading as she spoke.

We'd had enough foreplay; I figured it was time to get down to business. If she wouldn't lick me, so be it. After all, it was to please her, and she didn't want it, so let's get straight to the point.

I laughed and pushed Ting down onto the bed, embracing her and giving her a deep kiss that made her breath quicken, her breasts heaving violently.

I lifted myself up and parted Ting's legs.

We've known each other for over three years, and I've been harboring "mischievous thoughts" for half a year. Finally, I was about to reach base!

But just as the head of my penis was pressed against her vulva, ready to penetrate with a gentle push, Ting cried.

I really dislike women crying, or rather, I'm terrified of women crying. The moment Ting cried, my penis instantly went soft. I comforted her, telling her not to be afraid, but Ting said something that shocked me: "Would you like to wear a condom?"

What the heck?! At this point, she wants me to wear a condom?

And thinking about it carefully, Ting wasn't insisting I wear a condom, she was asking "Would you like to wear a condom?" So I could choose not to wear one? Actually, I usually wear a condom during sex, after all, safety comes first. One-night stands aside, even with regular partners I have sex with frequently, I consider the possibility of pregnancy and wear a condom. But since sleeping with Ting, I've even had this urge to hope she gets pregnant and we can start a family. I know it's irrational, but with Ting, I don't seem to be thinking purely with my lower body anymore.

But right now, there's a very important problem—even if I'm willing to use a condom, where can I buy one?

I sighed, preparing to get dressed to buy some condoms (yes, there weren't any in the room; I checked, unless they were hidden somewhere), but then Ting said something that shocked me—"I have some in my bag…" Oh

my god, I almost burst into tears. Could it be that the Ting I thought was so innocent is like a public bus carrying condoms everywhere? I'm not exactly an expert at judging people, but surely I wouldn't make such a huge misjudgment of a woman?

To be honest, "I have some in my bag" dampened my enthusiasm more than "Would you like to use a condom?". But Ting's reaction didn't seem so promiscuous; it matched my usual assessment of her. I opened Ting's bag. There weren't many things inside, and I easily found an Okamoto condom—the very model I liked.

I looked at Ting questioningly. Ting's face was flushed, and she stammered, "You said you liked this model, so I bought this model..."

I was overjoyed.

Ting wasn't a casual woman, and she didn't treat me like one of those casual sex partners who parted ways at dawn! I wasn't sure how much she liked me, but at this moment, I was certain she did!

I smiled and walked towards Ting: "Help me put it on."

Ting refused. But in the end, I threatened her that if she didn't put it on for me, I wouldn't wear a condom at all. She couldn't resist me and put it on for me anyway.

I hadn't felt this way in a long time. It was a strange feeling, because I knew that, without realizing it, Ting had developed feelings for me, and I had also developed feelings for Ting.

The girl I admired put on a condom, preparing to receive my penetration. My penis, which had been limp from Ting's crying, was now throbbing fiercely in her small hands.

Perhaps putting a condom on a man is a hurdle; once a woman overcomes it, she enters a new phase. My ex-wife was like that, and so was Ting. After the condom was tightly wrapped around my penis, Ting looked up at me, shy yet clearly more open than before, and said, "It's really big..."

I was delighted, deliberately tucked in my abs, and my hard penis dangled in front of Ting's eyes. She quickly turned her head away, but gently patted my penis with her hand.

I pushed Ting down onto the bed.

Once again, Ting lay on the bed, my glans pressing against her private parts.

I spread Ting's legs into a wide M shape with my hands, her moist private parts clearly displayed before my eyes in the light. Ting's hands gripped the corner of the pillow tightly; it was clear she was very nervous. But she bravely looked directly into my eyes. I didn't know if my gaze was gentle or fierce, affectionate or greedy, but I knew she was waiting, waiting for the second man in her life, which was me.

I held Ting's smooth ankles with both hands and gently thrust my lower body forward.

"Mmm—!" Ting's brows furrowed, her whole body stiffened, and she seemed to be gritting her teeth, looking very painful, but her eyes still met my gaze, her eyes filled with pain, yet also with obvious encouragement.

My glans was enveloped by a warm, wet vagina.

Meeting Ting's encouraging gaze, I thrust in, not quickly but firmly. The movement was incredibly smooth; I knew that besides the condom's lubricant, there was a lot of other slippery fluid providing lubrication.

The tightness, the wetness, the burning pleasure emanating from my penis quickly traveled up my spine to the back of my head, and I couldn't help but groan!

Almost simultaneously, Ting's eyes closed tightly, a slightly painful "Ah!" escaped her lips, and her body curled up.

Neither of us moved.

The girl in front of me, although 25 years old, seemed to have really been impotent with her ex-boyfriend.

After a while, Ting finally seemed to adjust a bit. Her body gradually stretched out, and I lay on top of her, my limbs bearing most of my weight.

Ting and I kissed passionately.

I slowly twisted my body, feeling the pressure of her two full breasts against my chest, feeling the friction of her two hard nipples. With each twist, my hard penis gently stirred inside Ting's hot vagina, causing her to moan intermittently as we kissed.

After exchanging enough fluids, both of us were covered in fine beads of sweat. I propped myself up with my arms, looking tenderly at Ting, and she looked tenderly back at me.

I knew that I wasn't having sex, but making love.

I began to thrust gently. The range of motion wasn't large, only about 10 centimeters before thrusting it all the way back in.

I didn't know exactly how small Ting's ex-boyfriend's penis was; I thought it was just playful thrusting, but Ting quickly became drenched in sweat, panting heavily, her eyes filled with obvious satisfaction.

Ting was very satisfied, while I hadn't even used my full strength. I began to focus some of my energy on Ting's breasts. These breasts, perhaps only a D cup or even a C cup in terms of cup size, weren't considered large, but their perfect shape and excellent feel made them undeniably alluring. My fingers are of average length, but my palms are quite large; perhaps not very pretty, but very strong. I tried to control the pressure as much as possible while kneading, but whether it was my penis that was too thick and hard, or the force in my hands that was too rough, Ting's brows remained furrowed, her face showing a pained expression.

However, not long after I relaxed my grip on her hands and penis, Ting tightly gripped the pillow and placed her small hand over mine: "Don't stop, keep going..."

The girl was asking for this, what was there to be embarrassed about?

The finger marks on her white breasts grew deeper and deeper.

The thrusting in and out of my lower body gradually entered a level I enjoyed, but Ting might not be able to handle.

The withdrawal and insertion of my penis began to produce the squelching sounds of her juices.

Soon, it became a clear and loud "slap slap slap" of flesh colliding.

All of this was still far from my limit, but Ting seemed completely immersed in it. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, then rapid. At first, she tried to hold back her noise, then moaned continuously from her nose, and then she started to cry out rhythmically with my thrusts!

Even in this most traditional position, I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

Ting was undoubtedly enjoying herself even more. I don't know how much time passed—five minutes? Ten minutes? Although I changed the rhythm in between, I estimated I still thrust over a thousand times in the end. Just when I felt my penis was almost completely integrated with Ting's vagina, Ting orgasmed.

Ting's orgasm was very easy to see; her lower abdomen was almost completely spasming.

In that instant, the tightness of her vagina and the fiery sensation from my penis made me want to thrust wildly until I ejaculated.

But I didn't. I wanted to give Ting as many orgasms as possible.

Ting gradually calmed down, our genitals still joined together.

"You're so amazing..." Ting said, her face flushed.

I bent down and continued to kiss her deeply.

This time, her body felt limp, but her tongue responded strongly to my kiss.

My breathing quickened again.

I pulled out my penis, and Ting let out a soft gasp, then looked at me with confusion.

I smiled and said, "Lie on your stomach."

Ting's pretty face flushed red, but she obediently rolled over.

But when she stopped moving, I was both amused and exasperated—her back was arched high; this was hardly a doggy style position!

I didn't know how much sexual experience Ting had, so I stroked her back, comforting her and helping her relax. Ting trusted me, and slowly, her back sank down, her pert buttocks becoming the highest point.

The sight before me made my blood boil—Ting, this tall, voluptuous, beautiful woman, had her pert buttocks, honed from countless squats, raised high, her legs slightly parted, her glistening private parts exposed before me.

"Ah—!!" A scream escaped my lips.

The scene was too erotic; this time, I couldn't resist, and my thrusts became slightly faster.

Ting's body seemed to be in the zone—this time, she didn't stiffen; her arched back quickly relaxed, and then, with each thrust, she began to moan rhythmically again.

Besides my coach, Ting was the most comfortable woman I'd ever had sex with from behind. Each time my lower abdomen slammed against her full, round buttocks, the bouncy sensation, the clear sound of flesh colliding, the faint ripples of flesh on her buttocks, the ecstatic pleasure from the instant friction within her vagina—all of it made me almost lose control.

My thrusting rhythm quickened, and Ting's breathing became labored.

She stopped moaning in response to my thrusts, instead trying to maintain her breathing and keep moaning.

These moans contained both pain and, more than anything, pleasure.

I had originally planned to stay with Ting a little longer, but for some reason, when I entered her from behind, I found myself unable to control myself. My thrusting became faster and faster, not only did Ting's pleasure accumulate rapidly, but mine did too.

Fine, I'll just ejaculate here.

I stopped controlling the pace, letting my penis thrust in and out of Ting's vagina like a pile driver. My hands naturally didn't miss her full breasts. I pulled Ting up, her upper body pressed against my chest. She looked back at my burning gaze, responding to my passionate kisses, covering my hands as I ravaged her breasts, all while enduring my intense thrusting…

I wasn't sure if Ting had ever had sex like this before, but she was undoubtedly adapting and enjoying the stimulation I was giving her.

A while later, Ting was too weak to sit up. She lay limp on the bed, using her last strength to arch her buttocks to meet my thrusts.

"Ah—!!" Ting suddenly raised her head, then suddenly collapsed back down, her body trembling. I knew Ting had reached orgasm again.

I didn't give Ting a moment to catch her breath. She trembled and cried out, "Wait, wait..."

This time I didn't answer her. I continued thrusting violently. Because I knew I was also at my limit—my millions of sperm were ready to be released.

Ting's body was limp on the bed, she didn't even have the strength to lift her buttocks. I held Ting's buttocks and thrust like a madman. The force of my penis was so strong that with each thrust, my lower body could press Ting's incredibly elastic buttocks a little deeper, with a loud "smack" sound. Ting could no longer moan; she could only make "uh" and "oh" sounds to show that she was still conscious. It

was probably only a few dozen seconds after Ting's second orgasm, but at the pace at the time, I think I had thrust more than a hundred times. I couldn't take it anymore, and I didn't want to control myself. A sudden, intense, tingling sensation shot through the back of my head, and thick semen gushed out in spurts!

Although it had only been a little over a week since our last time having sex, this time it felt like I hadn't had sex in ages; my threshold was incredibly low. I originally thought I could last a long time, but for some reason, I came very quickly this time.

Ting and I lay embracing, both of us drenched in sweat.

However, the room's air conditioning was very effective; after a short while, Ting and I both felt a little cold.

Sitting up, I realized my penis was still half-erect inside Ting's vagina.

Ting noticed too, looking shy, and shifted her hips, letting my penis slip out slightly. But as my penis left her vagina, her body involuntarily trembled twice.

I glanced at the condom; I have to admit, I ejaculated a lot this time. I looked at Ting with a wicked grin.

Ting saw the condom too, and she saw my gaze. She rolled her eyes at me, then struggled to get up and headed for the bathroom.

I lay on the bed, not throwing away the condom I'd taken off, but placing it on the bedside table. I savored the wonderful feeling of our recent sex, while also asking myself a question: Why did a simple hookup evoke such a thrill? Was it because Ting was my type that I slept with her, or because I genuinely liked her and wanted to sleep with her?

My mind was a bit of a mess. I

heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

I didn't want to think about those questions anymore and went into the bathroom.

"You pervert! Get out!" Ting yelled.

I ignored Ting and went straight into the shower room, pulling her into my arms.

"You pervert, get out..." Ting was a little anxious, but her resistance was still weak and feeble.

The hot water felt warm and comfortable on my body. "A home with 24-hour hot water," how wonderful it would be to have a girl like Ting waiting for you in this home.

I actually had this thought in my mind.

Ting was being held in my arms and kissed passionately, her body going limp.

What was hard was her nipples and my penis.

After a quick shower and drying off, I carried Ting to the bed.

I wanted to taste Ting's vagina, but she firmly stopped me. I was puzzled and tried to explain to Ting that it really wasn't a big deal, but she wouldn't listen. I was a little angry and wanted to force myself on her, but Ting suddenly sighed. I realized I might have touched a sensitive spot in Ting's life and stopped.

Ting was clever; she looked at me and asked, "Do you think I'm also a woman who can be tricked into bed?"

Honestly, although I had feelings for her before, I still wanted to sleep with her more, but now I genuinely think my feelings of affection outweigh my lust! I sighed as well: "Women can be tricked into bed, so of course you can too. It's just that today you weren't tricked into bed by me, but rather we slept together because we were mutually attracted."

"Mutual attracted? How were we mutually attracted?" Ting's expression was complicated.

"Ting," I composed myself, taking a deep breath, "I know you might think I'm a worldly man taking advantage of someone's vulnerability, but I want you to know that you're not just a friend with benefits to me, but a friend, and I... I hope you'll be my girlfriend someday."

I've forgotten if those were the exact words, but that's the gist of it. And at that moment, I didn't even know if my own words were true or false.

But I clearly remember Ting smiling.

"Do you know why I don't want you to lick me down there? To be honest, I feel that if you lick me down there, I should lick you down there too. I've never licked a man's down there before. My ex-boyfriend wanted me to give him oral sex many times, but I always refused. To be honest, I do have feelings for you, and I can't sleep with a man I don't like, but I think we're impossible. But thank you, thank you so much..." As she spoke, Ting's eyes reddened.

"Are all you law students this rigid...?" I don't know what possessed me, but I blurted out, "Whether you lick me or not has nothing to do with me, girl. Let me tell you, you're supposed to be a law student, and you're just forcing your values on others, you know that? If you were in business, you'd be forcing people to buy and sell, you know that?" As

soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly realized my brain had short-circuited, and I muttered to myself, "I'm doomed." But Ting wasn't angry; she actually burst out laughing!

"You lunatic..." Ting scolded me with a laugh.

I stuck out my tongue, but then immediately pinned Ting down, my face towards her genitals, and my penis should have been facing her face, though I didn't know if Ting was even looking. I roared, "I'm going to lick you today! I don't need anything in return!" But deep down, I felt a little guilty. After all, she was a judge. If she did something wrong and accused me of rape, no lawyer could save me.

But Ting didn't react; I only heard her sigh. I became alert and stopped. Then I heard Ting's voice from below: "You just said you wanted me to be your girlfriend, was that true?"

At this point, even if it was false, I had to say it was true, especially since I didn't know for sure. I answered clearly, "If it's true, you have to say yes."

I was even moved by my own words.

But, to my utter surprise, my penis was suddenly enveloped by a warm, wet vagina!

Ting's vagina was right in front of me, and I knew perfectly well where my penis was.

To be honest, Ting's oral sex skills weren't very good, but—after all, this was Ting's first time!

Thinking about this, my penis seemed to instantly grow larger, and it didn't seem to be my imagination; I heard Ting's muffled moans of "Mmm..." coming from below.

I could clearly feel Ting moving her head up and down to let my penis go in and out of her mouth. I couldn't imagine how much psychological barrier Ting had overcome to give me her first oral sex experience.

In terms of sexual experience, I was far superior to Ting. Recovering from the surprise and ecstasy of Ting giving me oral sex, my tongue covered Ting's vulva.

The feeling of my penis enveloping her lessened noticeably as Ting moaned repeatedly from my licking.

Her mouth was increasingly sticky with fluid.

"Alright, lie down!" Ting commanded from below.

This was the first time tonight that Ting had given me a clear order.

I wasn't worried about what Ting would do; I simply lay down quietly as she asked. My penis stood erect.

Ting's pure and pretty face appeared before me: "I've licked you there, are you still willing to kiss me?"

There was no verbal reply; Ting's lips were smeared with her own vaginal fluid.

After a long while, Ting broke free from me, a tear on her face.

While I was still in shock, Ting laughed, "You big bad guy! I don't care what happens in the future, tonight, tonight I'm your girlfriend!"

Then, Ting stepped back between my legs, gave me a sweet smile, lowered her head, and began to give me oral sex!

Watching my thick, long penis go in and out of Ting's small mouth, I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. I didn't know if this joy came from Ting agreeing to be my girlfriend, from her trust in me, or simply from the fact that I had given her her first oral sex. In any case, my penis stood proudly erect, and no matter how much Ting licked and swallowed, there was no sign of ejaculation.

Since it was Ting's first time giving oral sex, she was very inexperienced, and many of her movements were inefficient. She was trying hard, I could see that, but she was wasting a lot of energy, and gradually the pace slowed down.

I laughed, stood up, and pulled Ting over. She lay on top of me, and we kissed again.

We kissed until we were both breathless, and she laughed again: "You big bad guy, I've let you take advantage of me so much!" I was completely dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Ting bit her lip, as if she had made up her mind: "You will be my first man."

I was even more dumbfounded: "Huh??"

Ting buried her head in my chest and said something I could barely hear, something that made me ecstatic: "I've never let him penetrate me without a condom before. Come on, I'm yours..."

I was the one who froze.

I tried to not show my excitement, but I think my expression, my actions, and many other things betrayed my excitement. But I didn't care anymore. I rolled over and pinned Ting beneath me. "Are you serious?"

Ting turned her head away, not saying a word, but gripping my wrists tightly.

I trembled with excitement.

My glans pressed against the entrance of Ting's vagina.

This time, there wasn't even a 0.00000001 millimeter of obstruction.

"Ah..." Ting let out a soft cry.

"Oh—!" That was my moan. It

was so ecstatic! This tight, wet, and hot vagina! The first time I had truly experienced the penetration of a man's penis! And this penis was mine!

Ting was crying, her body trembling. I didn't dare to thrust, and Ting sensed it.

"Let's continue, I'm yours..." Ting didn't look at me, but she said this.

After the "trial and error" we had just had, this time Ting and I were much more in sync. Ting's juices flowed more and more freely, making the thrusting incredibly smooth, and the kissing frenzied. Ting's breasts, her shoulders, her collarbone… every inch of her was greedily kissed and even bitten; her back, her buttocks, her little feet… every inch was caressed and even ravaged. Although we had just finished our first time a few dozen minutes ago, this time Ting and I seemed to have a sudden tacit understanding.

Soon, both of us were drenched in sweat, and Ting's juices were so abundant that they soaked our pubic hair and even our entire lower bodies.

At first, I pressed Ting down on the bed, from a gentle rhythm, to controlling the tempo, to thrusting frantically as I sensed Ting was close to orgasm, allowing her to smoothly reach another climax. This time, my penis was exceptionally hard, each thrust smooth and effortless. Each withdrawal brought forth the hot, wet juices from her vagina. Each thrust caused Ting's full breasts to sway alluringly, her small nipples circling enticingly.

Then, I laid Ting on top of me, and I moved my body back and forth horizontally on the bed. This was her first time trying this position. She wasn't skinny, but her full yet not bulky body felt incredibly good to me. We recovered our strength in this slow, intimate position.

Then, using the same position I had just used to ejaculate, the pleasure of entering Ting from behind almost made me ejaculate again. This time, I even slapped Ting's buttocks twice during penetration. If it weren't for the obvious handprints immediately (though they disappeared quickly), the bouncy feel and the ecstatic gasps, I'm afraid I might have fallen in love with this little action that I didn't used to like. But as a reward, Ting experienced another orgasm.

Immediately afterwards, we tried standing doggy style, but unfortunately, this was Ting's first time trying this position, and our coordination wasn't very good. In the end, I simply hugged her in my arms, her legs locked around my waist, and my penis thrust directly into her vagina while I was standing, making her wetness flow freely. To be honest, given Ting's height, this position was a bit awkward. I still prefer doing this with a 158cm tall (adult) girl, but Ting's breasts were swaying in front of me, and the dreamy look in her eyes... I couldn't resist, and surprisingly, I lasted a long time.

Finally, we returned to the most traditional position, and I started thrusting. This time, my previous hard work finally paid off—Ting actively moved her lower body to meet my thrusts!

Ting, who works out regularly, has pretty good stamina for a girl. But although I'm a homebody, I'm not a total shut-in. Going to the gym to lift weights and running at the university across from my house isn't unusual for me, so my stamina was more than enough to handle Ting.

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed through the room. If this were a budget hotel, complaints from the neighbors would be inevitable. Even if the soundproofing could block out the sounds of flesh colliding, I doubted that this reasonably priced hotel could completely prevent Ting's delicate yet loud moans.

Ting had already had two orgasms.

My penis was on the verge of ejaculation.

"Wait, wait..." Ting's third orgasm arrived; her body trembled again, and her face wore that painful yet ecstatic expression.

During her orgasm, Ting's vagina tightened and loosened repeatedly. I didn't have time to waste; with the direct stimulation of her vagina gripping my penis, I released my semen.

Generally speaking, during continuous sex, the second ejaculation shouldn't produce more semen than the first.

But this ejaculation felt exceptionally intense. I seemed to lose my sight, my senses reduced to hearing and touch. The sensations came from my entire body, from the wet, slippery feeling in my hands to the warmth of Ting's body, but most intensely, from the pleasure emanating from my penis. This pleasure quickly spread from my vas deferens to my lower abdomen, then instantly to my entire body. My body trembled and shuddered uncontrollably, as if all the heat in my body was flowing from my vas deferens to my urethra, gushing out.

I don't even know how long this ejaculation lasted. After I finished, I released Ting's slender waist, and she lay down, panting heavily. My penis slid out of Ting's vagina. For a few seconds, my brain went blank, then I regained consciousness.

My vision slowly returned.

Looking down, I saw Ting limp on the bed, her full body completely naked, covered in fragrant sweat, her fair skin marked with my teeth and handprints. Her full breasts heaved slowly but violently with her breathing. Finally, my gaze settled on Ting's private parts—the semen flowing out was much more than I had imagined.

I glanced at my phone; it was almost midnight. From entering the room around 10 PM until now, including two showers, it had taken a little over an hour. It wasn't a long time, but it was the most satisfying sex I had in a long time.

I sat cross-legged, regulating my breathing and recovering my strength. Looking down at my penis, it had gone limp, a complete contrast to its earlier menacing state.

Tonight, he had his fill.

Tonight, I had my fill too.

It took Ting a long time to come to her senses.

"You came inside me, didn't you?" Ting's voice was calm, so calm it was a little frightening.

"Yes," I answered truthfully.

A moment of silence.

"Let's go take a shower," Ting said softly.

I knew we were together, because this time Ting said "we."

After this round of sex, we both drank a lot of water, because we had been so wild.

I hadn't felt this excited and exerted myself this much in a long time. For Ting, this was her first time with a man other than her ex-boyfriend, her first time performing oral sex, her first time being penetrated without a condom and even having ejaculated inside her, plus the new positions I introduced her to in between… Tonight, it's hard to say who benefited more. The only thing we had in common was that we were both drenched in sweat. Even with the air conditioning working well, the obvious puddles on the sheets showed that Ting and I, especially Ting, needed to recover more than just our physical strength.

Showering together naturally involved some flirting. There was even a little playful fighting in between. But we didn't do it a third time.

After all, it was Monday, a long day, and we had to go to work tomorrow. By the time we finished showering, it was already past midnight.

In Shitou City in the summer, even late at night, the sound of the air conditioning was never lacking.

Ting fell asleep in my arms, seemingly sleeping very soundly. Even with her eyes closed, her fair face was so pure and alluring, so endearing.

I tossed and turned.

Ting was exactly the kind of girl I liked most—beautiful, educated, with a good job, and her personality was exactly what I admired. But, having been divorced for three years, accustomed to having different women in my arms every quarter, even every month, could I really be with her?

I knew that when I considered these questions, I already wanted to be with her.

But as someone who's been divorced, I also knew these were all problems.

Oh well, who cares? With such a wonderful wife, what more could a husband ask for?

I drifted off to sleep. Later, many things happened between Ting and me. Regardless of what happened later, at least in this moment, looking at Ting sleeping peacefully in my arms, thinking that this beautiful trainee judge was the woman I had just deeply ejaculated inside, and thinking that this was her first time, this should be the most satisfying moment of 2018 for me.

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