[My Girlfriend Is Elsewhere] (03) Author: keith1943

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(3) — French fitness man's big penis

Now that my girlfriend has come to my side, I look through my old chat history and occasionally hear Linlin
talk about her story with the French hunk Leo. I no longer feel the same jealousy and excitement as before, but
when the two of us make love, Linlin will compare Leo's size and skills with mine from time to time, which will arouse my
fighting spirit and make her scream and gushing.

When Linlin describes Leo to me, she always has a nostalgic expression, as if Leo is her
real lover and not just a passerby with whom she had two one-night stands. This always makes me jealous. Linlin
told me that Leo is a combat coach at the gym she often goes to. He is tall and strong, with powerful muscles and a shaved
head, like a heavyweight white athlete in boxing or MMA competitions. He was strong, yet had gentle
eyes, spoke fluent Chinese, and spoke softly, as if afraid his massive size would frighten others.

I always had
a nagging .

My girlfriend used to go to the gym to dance, so she and Leo were already acquainted, but they
had never spoken. Once, Linlin had a conflict with the gym manager, and Leo took the initiative to understand the situation and
argued with the manager on Linlin's behalf. After that, Linlin was allowed to dance at the gym during Leo's classes
, which increased their opportunities to meet.

The lovesick Linlin would often sneak peeks at Leo's buttocks when he was instructing others in martial arts classes.

"His muscles are big and attractive, he often wears tight shorts, and his buttocks are very firm," were Linlin's exact words.

Hearing this, my penis would get hard, and my mind would fill with images of Linlin being tormented by muscular men.

And Linlin would always dance provocatively and lewdly in places where Leo could see her. She would kneel on the ground,
shaking her high breasts, then spin around in place, wildly swaying her waist and plump buttocks to the rhythm. She
always wore black athletic leggings to the gym, stretched taut by her large buttocks, revealing glimpses of her pink
underwear. While doing this, she would always fantasize that Leo was watching her from behind, so she would always end up
soaking wet.

And Leo, true to form, frequently stole glances at Linlin. Once, Linlin discovered Leo staring at her
buttocks, so she excitedly performed some very provocative floor exercises for him. Leo just smiled at her.

Later, Linlin came out of the shower and happened to run into Leo after class. They met at the door, and Leo
asked Linlin's name and chatted for a while. According to Linlin's later description, Leo was "covered in sweat,
like a lion, very sexy and alluring, while I had just showered, my hair was wet, my body was hot, and my breathing was rapid." It
was during this time of heightened hormones that they met.

When a girl is aroused and wants to be fucked, the guy doesn't need to put in much effort. Swapping
and then hooking up is a natural progression. While I have my own history of womanizing,
most of the time I've managed to get girls into bed with my smooth talk. Someone like Leo, who can make a girl
wet just with his looks, makes me both jealous and envious. And it's my girlfriend in another city who's wet, which makes it even more unbearable . But we're thousands of miles apart, and there's nothing I can do. So I just fantasize about those erotic yet painful scenes
based on my girlfriend's descriptions, gripping my penis hard with lust and jealousy, and ejaculating onto toilet paper while looking at my phone screen. =================================== When Linlin first mentioned Leo, I thought she was joking. It was a long summer night, past midnight. From the bar street where I lived, I could already hear drunk people talking and fighting loudly outside my window. I was alone in the stuffy, humid room, occasionally sipping my now-cold beer, chatting idly with my girlfriend on WeChat, and listlessly thinking about masturbating before going to sleep. "What are you doing?" I casually asked her. "Just got back from lunch, planning to read that article you sent me before bed." Because I enjoy reading erotic novels, especially those about cuckolding, my girlfriend sometimes glances at them too, just to see what I'm thinking. Hearing that she wanted to read erotic novels, my drowsy state vanished, and my penis became eager and ready. But I was too embarrassed to directly admit I wanted to masturbate, so I subtly hinted, "Hehe, I missed you. Have you improved your seduction skills lately?" My girlfriend keenly sensed my intention and bluntly asked, "Are you masturbating?" I sighed inwardly; she'd seen right through me. "If you're going to masturbate, then just say so. Do you want me to tease you?" I nodded silently on my phone. She really knows me. "So, this time, do you want me to play with your big cock, or do you want me to play with someone else's big cock?" Although I knew she was teasing me, my heart still tightened instantly, and my penis quickly stretched out inside my underwear . I don't know why, but every time my girlfriend talks about cheating so casually, I get incredibly excited. "Someone else's, I guess. Hehe." I replied a little embarrassedly, as if afraid that my girlfriend would see through my lewd thoughts, but the other half of my brain was telling me that my girlfriend had already seen through me. "Okay, then I'll tell you about my story with Leo." When I heard her say that, I thought she was going to continue the previous topic and prepare to make up a pornographic story , which aroused my curiosity to see how far she could go. "After we met at the gym bathroom door last time, we slept together." "That sounds like it, doesn't it?" I teased her, pretending that what she described was true also helped me get into the mood quickly. "Yeah, it's true." My girlfriend clearly saw through my intentions, so she went along with it and continued , "Is your dick ready?" My dick instantly sprang to attention: "Always ready for you, baby." "Actually, we didn't keep in touch much after getting the *****, but one day we bumped into each other at the gym..."

"There were still more than ten minutes before my yoga class, so we started chatting in the corner." My girlfriend
could make up such details, giving it a strong sense of realism. I couldn't help but admire Linlin's ability to build up a story.

"He joked with me, and I laughed so hard I deliberately punched his massive
pectoral muscles . He suddenly grabbed my hand and said I looked even more beautiful with short hair. The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. I smiled
and said I had to go to my yoga class." I had never experienced this kind of flirting before. I'm usually good at
using roundabout ways of chatting to lower the other person's guard and then take advantage of the situation. This kind of direct flirting
is hard to work on someone like me who isn't particularly good-looking (of course, I'm not saying I'm ugly, it's just that I'm a bespectacled
guy and don't have that sunny, upright appearance that others have; I'm more like a bookish type most of the time).

"Then that night he suddenly contacted me on WeChat, saying he had just bought a bottle of red wine and asked if I wanted to come
over and try it. I was so excited and immediately agreed. You can't refuse a French gentleman with red wine, right?"
I thought to myself, so this is what the most romantic fantasy of a college girl is like, and I couldn't help but laugh and reply with "
Haha." That laugh pulled me out of my fantasy, making me realize that the story I'd made up couldn't really get me
to the peak.

Linlin sensed my teasing and replied, "Isn't this starting to feel a little unreal...? Don't interrupt
."

"Okay, baby, making up stories must be tiring, and the realism isn't enough. How about you imagine
what you'd do to him, or what he'd do to you, if you really had the chance to sleep with him? That way you can
get excited too~" I tried a different approach to arouse both of us.

But my girlfriend Linlin wasn't buying it, insisting on finishing the story: "I want to imagine the complete plot
!"

"We met at the gym. I wore a floral dress, no bra, no underwear
, and just a coat over it for some security."

Haha, I thought, who goes on a first date without a bra and underwear? That's some serious fabrication.

"We met, got into a taxi, and his masculine scent mixed with his cologne smelled wonderful.
He suddenly put his arm around my shoulder, pulled me close, and gently
sniffed my nose, saying he loved my perfume."

"You know, my neck is very sensitive, and since I wasn't wearing underwear, I was already expecting it, so
when his nose brushed against my neck, the sensation was incredibly intense, and my crotch quickly became soaking wet."

"When we got to his house, he led me inside, half-kneeling down to gently take off my shoes."

Haha, half-kneeling to take off someone else's shoes—my girlfriend's imagination is just too romantic. My mind started
to wander, and my penis went limp, needing some real stimulation. I half-jokingly reminded her
, "This story isn't very realistic anymore, haha."

"What if it were real?"

Hmm?

"The story might be true,"

my attention was piqued again, my heart pounding. "Is it true? I don't believe it."

"If it weren't true, you wouldn't be so nervous, right?"

I couldn't figure out what Linlin was thinking, so I replied, "Yeah, that's right, but if it's true
, it'll be really exciting. Is it true or not?"

"Let me finish," Linlin replied.

My heart began to sink. Could this really be true?

"He went to the bathroom and quickly took a shower. I took the opportunity to look at his room. The room was very tidy, and
there were even two white scented candles on the cabinet. I thought to myself, 'He really is French.'"

Anyone who makes up a story knows that details like scented candles on a cabinet are hard to come up with in a casual conversation
. Could what she said be true?

While I was filled with doubt, Linlin received a call about a school interview, said goodbye hurriedly, and
disappeared . I was left here, lost in thought all night. It wasn't until the next morning when I got up and she went to bed that
we had a chance to continue our conversation.

"You didn't finish your story last night! Was it true or false? If it's just imagination
, you don't need to tell it. If it's a memory, you have to finish it!" I asked anxiously.

"Then I definitely won't tell it. If it's true, I'll keep it from you. If it's false, making up stories is
tiring too."

"Why don't you want to tell me?" I became even more anxious.

"I just want to tease you, so you don't know whether it's true or false."

"If you find it tiring, you don't have to tell me the whole story, just tell me if it's true or false."

"Why do you want to know the answer so quickly? That way, I won't have any stories to tell you when you're horny
. I won't tell you~ Just wait with your penis erect."

Seeing that my coaxing wasn't working, I gave up for now, thinking I could tell her when she was in the mood.
But the seed of doubt took root in my heart, growing stronger little by little, until one day my heart could no longer hold it,
and it was about to explode with my semen. At the same time, my girlfriend was also writing down her story, occasionally
sending me some content to tease me.

A week later, I received a message: "He came out of the shower wearing only a pair of tight-fitting boxer shorts, the
ones he usually wears when he teaches at the gym. It shows the broad, muscular chest
and firm, powerful buttocks I sneak peeks at every day. But this time the lines are even more defined, the cleft of his buttocks and the size and shape of his penis are clearly visible; he
probably wasn't wearing underwear." Then I

received a WeChat message: "Consider this a trailer, sir , want to buy tickets? " "Yes! I'll buy them no matter the price! " I was driven crazy by this indecisive feeling. "Actually, I just want to know the ending. " "What ending could there be? You just want to know if it's true . " "Yes, that's right." "How could I possibly tell you?" Aa ... I received the second notification: "I realized I was already soaking wet down there. Even sitting on the stool I was afraid of leaving traces of my vaginal fluid on the stool through my stockings. I was so embarrassed I blushed. I rushed into the bathroom..."

I quickly rinsed my private parts and reapplied the aphrodisiac perfume I'd brought to my ears. My mind was filled with the outline of the penis inside
my shorts , and after putting on my skirt, I noticed my two nipples were hard and sticking out in the mirror. "

So anxious, so anxious, so anxious..."

During these days of waiting, I forced myself to abstain from masturbation, which was incredibly agonizing for someone who masturbates almost daily
. The intense sexual desire was scorching me; I could hardly concentrate on my normal work,
so I ended up doing tasks in the lab that didn't require much thought.

Finally, finally, the day arrived when the story would be told in its entirety.

She first read me a passage aloud: "I came out of the bathroom, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me.
I stared straight at him and walked towards him. We're both adults; we know what's going to happen next, so
there's no need beat around the bush. I approached him, and he grabbed my buttocks with one large hand and pulled me into his arms.
His head was just the right size to bury in my chest, and he said in a deep voice, 'You smell so good,' his high nose sniffing my chest
intensely , making my nipples itchy and swollen. He played with my nipples through my clothes with his mouth, and the
hand that was holding my buttocks slipped under my skirt between my legs, touching my uncovered, wet vulva
. "

(Even today, when I reread this passage in my records, I almost couldn't help but ejaculate.)

Then, she sent me the entire story from beginning to end.

"Last time I mentioned when I went to his house, he helped me take off my shoes and even personally held my stockinged feet to help me
put on slippers. I gave him a brief tour of his room, a simple and clean studio. He asked
if I wanted to use the bathroom, and I said no. He showed me an interesting video about dogs making guilty expressions when they do something
wrong , so I wouldn't be bored while he showered.

When he came out, he was only wearing a pair of tight-fitting boxer shorts, the ones he usually wears when teaching at Beijing Language and Culture University,
the I secretly admire every day—those broad, muscular chest muscles and firm, powerful buttocks. But this time the lines were even more
defined, the cleft of his buttocks, and the size and shape of his penis were all clearly visible; he probably wasn't wearing underwear."

"I realized I was already soaking wet down there, and even sitting on the stool, I was
embarrassed to see the stains of my vaginal fluid on the bench through my stockings. I went into the bathroom, only washing my private parts, and then reapplied
the perfume I'd brought to my ears. My mind was filled with the penis that had just been in front of me, so I decided not to wear my bra and panties, and just put on
the skirt I'd worn when I arrived. Looking in the mirror, my two nipples were hard and bulging out. I thought that as soon as I went out, he would penetrate me
wildly , without even foreplay, but then I remembered that I'd washed away all my tender, slippery fluids. What should I do?"

"I smeared Versace perfume on my right index and middle fingers, and massaged my swollen
clitoris with both fingers, imagining that big, thick French penis rubbing against it. In less than thirty seconds, my vagina was overflowing with juices again. I
opened the door, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed facing me. I stared straight at him as he walked towards me. We were both adults, and we knew
what was going to happen next, so there was no need to beat around the bush. As I got closer, he grabbed my buttocks with one large hand and
pulled me into his arms. His head was right up to my chest. He said in a deep voice, 'You smell so good,' his high
nose sniffing my chest, rubbing against my nipples, which were itchy and swollen. Through my clothes, he used his lips to tease my nipples
, and the hand that had been holding my buttocks slid under my skirt and discovered my wet, exposed vulva."

He glanced at me unexpectedly, his deep blue eyes filled with infatuation, his smile as alluring as a hook.
Then his middle finger plunged straight into my vagina, my scalp tingling, feeling like I was about to ascend to heaven. He gripped my genitals,
his other hand pressing down on my neck, breathing heavily in my ear, asking, "Does it feel good?" I didn't speak, but
answered him with my actions. I opened my right leg and placed it on the edge of the bed, wrapping it around his waist so his fingers could freely rub and tease my vulva.
One hand reached down and gently rubbed his already erect glans through my pants, my mouth and tongue
lingering around his ear, suddenly plunging inside and stirring. He suddenly roared like a lion, his hand movements quickening,
rapidly rubbing my sensitive clitoris, each stroke fast and precise, from the back of my labia down to my
clitoris, the fingers colliding with my vaginal fluids making a slapping sound.

Suddenly he pulled his fingers out and pulled my skirt down from top to bottom. Looking at my naked body under the night light,
he said, "You're so beautiful." Then he lifted me onto the table, tore off the condom, and took out his penis to put it in.

"I was afraid he was as big as that French guy before, too big to fit, but I estimated it should
be fine, just a little painful. After he put it on, he moved my buttocks a little closer to the edge of the table so he could
insert it as deeply as possible into my pink, shiny hole. His glans moved up and down at my vulva, covered in glistening
fluid, and then pressed against my labia majora, so I took his huge glans
into my mouth. I arched my back and straightened
my body. He said, "I'll go slowly. If it hurts, tell me and I'll stop." It hurt, but I wanted to have this thick thing inside me right away, so I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him closer
. He went in even more. I could feel his glans throbbing inside my vagina. With one last thrust, our
lower bodies were completely pressed together.

"I let out a long groan, finally getting through the painful phase and ready to receive this intoxicating baguette. He
slowly withdrew, then thrust it all the way in again, the rhythm gradually increasing, his breathing becoming rapid. With each thrust,
he groaned deeply, and I touched my clitoris with one hand, groaning ecstatically and feeling the pleasure of his huge cock
ravaging every inch of my vagina.

"He thrust in and out quickly and forcefully, reaching the deepest point, then slowly withdrew. Then he thrust in again, reaching the deepest point,
pressing against my clitoris. He carried me to the bed and put me down, then took off his boxer shorts and got on the bed himself.
He held my arms with both hands, and his lips aggressively kissed me, his tongue dripping with saliva, which
went straight down my throat. His upper body pressed against me, his erect lower body rubbing against my opening,
but it wasn't as hard anymore. He buried his head down, sucking the juices from my vulva, making me
spread my legs wide and twist my lower body to match his rhythm."

"As I was licking, suddenly a bigger and harder cock than before shoved in. He pressed his whole
body against mine, and I touched his broad back and buttocks, watching his eyes as he thrust in and out. As he
thrust , he said, 'Why didn't you come to me sooner? I've wanted to fuck you for ages after seeing those slutty dances you did.' I said, 'If I
had known you had such a big, hard, and hot cock, I would have come to you a long time ago.'"

He turned me around, made me lie face down, wrapped one arm around my waist, and entered me again, his other hand guiding his penis.
Once inside , his upper body was also on my back, his hands busy, rhythmically kneading my breasts.
Suddenly he stopped, got off the bed, brought the full-length mirror to the bedside, and continued his previous doggy style
. I turned my head and looked at my disheveled hair, flushed face, and a huge penis penetrating my vagina from behind in the mirror
. I felt I had never looked so good.

"He looked in the mirror, placed his hands on my buttocks, and moved faster and faster, groaning.
Suddenly, groped my breasts haphazardly with one hand, muttering incoherently in some unknown language, and shuddered deeply
a few times before ejaculating. I was exhausted, staring motionlessly at my reflection in the mirror, oblivious to the world being played with.

He got out of bed to wash, then poured two glasses of red wine, heated them, and brought them to me. We talked all night, about emotions,
life, and dreams. The next morning, he got up early to make coffee and toast bread. And then we parted."

As I read this passage, my penis grew increasingly engorged, my hand moving faster and faster,
leaving no room for replying or chatting. The more I read, the more panicked I became, jealousy and fear
rising with the excitement in my brain and body. The harder my penis became, the more afraid I felt.

This is so real, so real, so real…

I kept reading and masturbating until I was on the verge of climax and ejaculation…

"Baby, baby, please tell me if this is true!"

"It is true, every single word."

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