Are all students this open-minded?

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From the very first day I started using QQ, I had a vague desire to hook up with girls

. Honestly, what guy wouldn't? But I wasn't on QQ often. I only chatted when I had free time. The first

person I met online was a student from a neighboring school. She was quite smug, so I didn't dare get too close. I wanted to make a move

, but she wasn't exactly attractive. Heh, even if you're thirsty, you can't be indiscriminate.

A month and a half ago, I went back to my dorm one night. There weren't many people on QQ, but there was someone named "Floating Duckweed."

At first, I thought it was my classmate, so I quickly sent her a message: "Have you two made up?" (Because my classmate had just

had a fight ). Then she suddenly sent a series of question marks… Realizing something was wrong, I checked her profile,

and sure enough, it wasn't my classmate. The photo showed a woman in her late twenties. She had very fair skin, average looks, a round

face , and looked a bit like Irene Wan, but not as glamorous. She was around 163cm tall, slightly plump,

and wearing black boots. In some photos, she was laughing wildly, completely lacking the gentleness and

reserve typical of women from southern China. Instead, she had the boldness of a woman from Northeast China.

We chatted for a while longer, eventually returning to the crucial question of whether she had a boyfriend. She said no,

which was a good sign, as most women online would answer that way.

We flirted a bit more, and she started calling me "wife" and such. Of course, I didn't have high hopes; it's

online, after all. In the virtual world, I could call you "daddy." But what happened next caught me completely off guard.

Three seconds after I gave her my phone number, the phone rang. It was her. Just as I'd predicted,

women with deep voices are usually extremely sexually frustrated. Thank goodness I finally met her!

For the next week, we talked on the phone almost every day, becoming quite inseparable

, constantly calling each other "husband" (of course, it was me who made her say that, haha). When the weekend came, she asked me to come see her. I

immediately packed my things and rushed to the station, feeling very excited. Maybe I would finally meet the second woman in my life. She lived

in a small county town not far from us, only an hour's drive from our school. I was in such a rush that

morning that I didn't even have time to wash up before setting off.

The small town in Jiangnan was so hot and humid; the world seemed

to become thinking about the lewd stories of the senior students on the forum, I immediately felt that humans

in this particular environment are just animals, driven by instinct. Of course, sex is the most direct manifestation.

When I arrived at the station, a text message said she had already arrived. As soon as I got off the platform, I dialed her number. The real

woman was standing in front of me, waving (we had video chatted before). I walked up to her and took a closer look.

She looked pretty much like her photos, but a little plumper, with very fair skin. That day, she was wearing jeans and

a casual silk jacket. Her snow-white breasts were only partially exposed, but they stirred my heart.

After a brief

As we walked, I suddenly grabbed her hand. She looked at me and gave a vague smile: "

Why are you holding my hand?" (A coquettish tone)

. I smiled back, "Aren't you my wife? Of course I can hold your hand." I

tightened my grip. Seeing that she didn't pull away, hehe, things are looking good today. I asked her some polite

questions. We went into the coffee shop and talked a lot of nonsense. However, I inherited my dad's sense of humor from a young age,

and I kept the lady entertained, laughing non-stop. Hehe. It seems my plan is

half .

It was already past 10 pm when we left the coffee shop. At her suggestion, we took a bus to People's

Square. Although it was Sunday, there weren't many people in the square, just a few kids rollerblading. We

walked hand-in-hand to a bench, and during our chat, my hand naturally became restless. When I let her lean back,

my other hand "naturally" rested on her leg.

She looked at me and said something that made me both laugh and cry: "Are all students this open-minded?"

Naturally, I wanted to discuss this serious issue with her, and then I was tricked again. "Accidentally,"

I said, taking her fair and delicate hand and starting to stroke it. I was sure she'd react after that.

"I'm so sleepy!" I looked up. "You must have been excited knowing today was coming, so

you couldn't ."

"If that's true, I'll be very happy," she said, looking into my eyes.

"I swear to Chairman Mao, I couldn't sleep because I was excited, so I'm sleepy now." Impeccable logic

.

"Let's find a place to rest."

"Chairman Mao is long dead. Are we going to get a room? I don't want to go, but I'm a little sleepy too."

Resistance... So direct!

"Just come with me, don't think about anything else, or I'll really lie down in the street..." I pleaded

earnestly ... and said a lot of nice things, even some harsh words

, until I finally got up. Of course, she came with me, so all that spittle wasn't wasted, hehe. We walked

along the road, she strolling leisurely, while I was distracted. I kept looking for a hotel along the roadside, and soon

a "New City Hotel" appeared. I stopped and said, "Wait a minute." I quickly ran inside. I'm sure

she was stunned at that moment; what can you do, sex is the most primal human drive. The room was booked, a three-hour

rest room, so naturally I had to invite her up.

Once in the room, I was still a little embarrassed, after all, it was my first time sharing a room with another woman.

In the room, I stood by the TV fiddling with my phone, actually feeling incredibly nervous. She, on the other hand, lay on her side on

the bed . I thought, well, that moment was bound to come eventually anyway. Although we agreed to rest separately, only

Chairman Mao would believe that was a lie.

I quietly walked up behind her, suddenly hugged her, and whispered in her ear, "Wife, I love you so much."

She pushed me away, "What are you doing?"

But I hugged her tighter and started kissing her ear. Her resistance finally subsided. Seeing that she didn't

resist much, I caressed her soft, white breasts through her silk coat, from the inside out, slowly increasing the pressure.

She actually let out a soft moan.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Overjoyed... I turned her over and kissed her lips. When my tongue slipped inside,

a sweet taste stimulated my tongue. So good! After teasing her through her clothes for a while, my hands reached inside her...

I reached behind her back through her coat to unhook her bra, my tongue intertwining with hers. I

was too impatient; I couldn't get it off. When I stopped, she smiled at me.

I pulled off her coat, revealing her snow-white body. I swallowed hard. I was so excited!

Finally, I unhooked her black lace bra. (Spitting blood) I was a little disappointed. Her breasts were a bit small, her nipples large and

dark—it seemed like she wasn't quite right in the way. But I quickly lowered my head and kissed her breasts, working from

the outside in, my tongue circling the areola, while my other hand kneaded the other breast. A blush rose to her face

, her eyes closed, and her moans grew louder.

"Mmm...mmm, ah..." (I want to thank Sis for the experience, courage, and skill she gave me.)

I sucked on one side, then the other. Admittedly, her breasts were somewhat different from my girlfriend's. During

the sucking , I occasionally kissed her thirsty little mouth. So she was a slut, huh? Of course,

all women are slutty; humans are animals after all. She was completely aroused, just waiting for my final,

fatal blow.

One hand temporarily withdrew from her breasts and attacked her abdomen. I caressed

her navel for a while, then found her belt. Through the gap in the belt, I entered the triangular

garden that every man dreams of. Of course, my hand remained on her panties; the feeling of scratching an itch through a boot probably made her even more uncomfortable. I

first rubbed her vagina, and her breathing became more rapid, but she couldn't make a sound because I bit

her tongue. Slowly, I felt my fingers become wet. Seizing the opportunity, I slowly slid towards her clitoris,

finding the right spot. I adjusted the rhythm, controlling the pressure. At this moment, she was completely frenzied, her body trembling

intermittently .

This was a golden opportunity. I pulled my hand away and started to pull down her pants. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, "

I don't want a baby."

Oh, that's it. I stopped, relieved. "It's okay, I brought some," I said, quickly jumping off the bed and rummaging through my bag for my

condoms. You can't be out here without your supplies.

She looked at me and smiled. "Looks like you were prepared."

I jumped back onto the bed, quickly pulled down her pants, and ripped off her underwear. Her pubic hair was quite thick and

shiny black (I never got a clear look at her vagina, sorry). I put on a condom and, before she could change her mind, I thrust

inside. Sure enough, she was overflowing with vaginal fluid, but her vagina wasn't very tight. Calling her "big sister" was the right thing to do; she was a

mature woman . Once inside, I started thrusting slowly, controlling the rhythm.

"Ah...ah..." she began to moan properly. I parted her legs, my penis inside

her vagina , swaying and circling. She couldn't hold back any longer, her eyes slightly closed. "Husband, it feels so good...

ah..."

"Baby, wait a minute, I'll make you feel even better."

I sped up, lifting her legs.

"Ah... husband... slow down... it hurts..."

Damn, the first time, I sped up and she said it hurt. I had no choice but to slow down, looking at

the woman beneath me. After all, she was only the second woman I'd been with. I lowered my head, supporting her hands,

and slowly thrust in and out. I was already sweating, exhausted. "Baby, does it feel good?" I asked,

looking at the woman beneath me.

"Mmm, it feels good, it feels good... husband, it feels so good."

I looked at her face. I felt this woman didn't look 24 like she said; she looked more like 29. I straddled

her, biting her ear, "Wife, I want to cum, okay?"

"Mmm, honey, be gentle..."

I sped up, the thought of another woman falling beneath me filled me with a sense of conquest, and my penis

was clearly feeling the pleasure. I increased my speed again.

"Honey, I'm coming, I'm coming..." The woman went wild. It was the first time I'd heard a woman

say that during an orgasm, and I was thrilled. Finally, I broke through my threshold, and countless sons of mine

died innocently once more, but it felt so good, hehe.

Later, we chatted in bed for a while, and of course, I made her laugh again. After we had sex, I naturally

hugged her, and she nestled in my arms, continuing to be affectionate. "Mmm" sounds kept coming. Actually, she would be

even , and when I was fucking her, she would lift her beautiful legs even higher, looking at her flushed face and moaning ecstatically—that's what

makes a man valuable. After showering, at my suggestion, we did it again. We were always in

the missionary position, but she kept saying, "Um, no, this feels good... slower like this..."

(I couldn't go faster, ugh).

She seemed quite comfortable being served, but you can imagine how exhausted I was, absolutely drenched in sweat. The feeling went from

passion to monotony, from comfort to exhaustion. Maybe she's a bit too conventionally attractive, unwilling to make sacrifices for her partner

... I also lost interest. After about 20 minutes, I didn't want to continue anymore,

"Let's go!!!!" We parted ways after that and didn't contact each other again.

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