【Experience (VI): Still the Same Shangqiu Girl】【Author: superfidibl】

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I don't really want to write simple erotic stories; that's not my interest or pursuit. If you're into that, you can start reading from the third section. As for whether it's true or not, I think I'm just recording some things with my pen. The big framework and major events are true, but for the small details, I can't say I remember everything. For example, there are definitely some dialogues that left a deep impression, but for the sake of completeness, I will definitely fill in some parts.
Also attached are five stories: Experience 1, Experience 2, Experience 3, Experience 4, and Experience 5, which you can view freely.

(I) Preface

A week later, when she was pressed down by her husband without any expression, she should remember that night of madness under my crotch.

(II) Crying to come over

Train conductors always amaze me; they remember all the arrival times. For me, whose phone is out of battery, time is like chewed gum that has been chewed until it's tasteless and then stretched infinitely between my hands. "Nanjing ticket exchanged" is nothing short of final liberation. After a difficult climb, I passed the card down from the third floor and received the blue train ticket in return. Nanjing, X University, PhD, here I come. If each stage is like a train station, then life is a train on a track—at a certain time, something will inevitably happen, hard to escape, as logically as a timetable. Of course, delays are common, like mine, but some aren't so lucky, like her. The blind date was arranged before graduation. That day, fueled by alcohol, I talked a lot about my ex-boyfriend. She asked me why people who had been together for so long had to separate, and why I would end up spending my life with someone I had only known for a short time. I didn't answer, saying it was all in the alcohol. I think you all know what happened afterward. If you don't, you should go back and watch the previous episode, because nothing really happened, at least not immediately.

I suspect some people saw the title and remembered the previous chapters. I'm glad that there are still readers for this kind of writing; otherwise, no one would have jumped out to criticize me when I moved the previous text to another forum. But when I presented all the evidence to prove it was me, no one apologized for my injustice, making me wonder if I should finish telling this old friend's new story. Of course, I call it a story, but not all stories in this world are fictional, like your past, like this series. Just as there were people questioning my identity on that forum, when I presented the evidence again, instead of the excited drooling over the couples looking for single men, there was silence that should have been an apology.

Okay, I digress, let's get back to the point. Just like before graduation, although we're far apart, we still chat a lot on WeChat. The difference is that after that night in Shangqiu, every few days there would be a new photo, posing in various lewd positions. She insisted that I measure the size of my penis, and then, comparing the numbers, bought a fake of the same size on Taobao. After that, the photos evolved into short videos. I said I'd had enough of her, and if she kept doing this, I'd block her from contacting me through the message in a bottle. She said she'd go to your school gate and put up a banner to find you. I told her to shake her head, and she asked why. I said, "Shake it," and she said she did. I asked if she heard the sound of water, and she said it was vaginal fluid. I said, "Screw you." Days passed in this kind of verbal banter. Although she would be tempted by those magical little videos, after masturbating, she would give up the idea of going to see her. She, too, was firmly tied to her work and couldn't escape. One

night in late August, half asleep, I was woken by my phone vibrating. I reached for it, squinted, and opened it; the bright light was blinding. I struggled to open WeChat; it was her. I opened it again and saw the words, "Your eyes are blinded by the light, aren't they?" As usual, I sent her another "Screw you," and was about to go back to sleep when a line appeared: "So annoying, can we talk?" For a girl as brainless as her, it was hard to say such a heavy word as "annoying," unless something had happened. "Didn't I tell you I went on a blind date?" "Yeah, didn't you say you wanted to be my mom's daughter-in-law? But, I choose to forgive you, haha." "Can you talk properly?" "Okay, go ahead." I didn't say anything more, but I was still surprised that there was something so important she had never told me. After she finished telling me the story, she said, "It's probably him. Both sets of parents are very satisfied. I've been sold like this. We're getting our marriage certificate tomorrow, and the wedding will probably be next year." If it's progressed to the point of getting a marriage certificate, then the blind date couldn't have happened just before graduation. That's when it dawned on me that the source of her seemingly profound question when we were drinking that day was entirely her life. I asked, "So you'll live together?" She said, "You idiot, if we lived together, would I dare send you videos? It'll be legitimate after the wedding." I said, "Are you ignorant about the law? Getting a marriage certificate means you can legally have sex, and a wedding means you can legally have sex. Either way, you can do it, so you can live together." She didn't reply... I felt a little relieved, even though at first I felt like I'd been deceived, even though this little girl kept nagging like a little tail, "Introduce me to your mom, say I want to be her daughter-in-law," even though we'd had physical contact once, we were ultimately just smooth-talking friends with benefits. Why tell me about blind dates and marriage registration? I was just being delusional. I didn't ask her why, and I didn't want to know anymore. After all, everyone has their secrets. But what put me in an awkward position was that our relationship happened after a successful blind date, and they might have even decided to get married then. I felt somewhat guilty.

Our conversations after that were indeed much more normal, just venting and reminiscing. I laughed at her, saying she was finally acting like a married woman. She said, "Damn it, you haven't said that in a long time. You've started practicing wifely virtues now." She said, "Can I come see you?" I said, firstly, I'm not in Henan; secondly, what would I be doing here? Thirdly, the journey would be quite long; even though you don't live together yet, you'll probably check up on each other, right? Her answer was remarkably simple: "High-speed rail, be with me, he's on a business trip." Sometimes I find sex dull, but I'm actually more afraid of trouble, so I tried everything to stop her, telling her that I was indeed a married man. She sent me a screenshot of the successful ticket payment. "Just kidding, I just wanted to relax, it's too much trouble. You have to be my tour guide, decide where to take me." That's fine. Since I arrived, the continuous rain has made me almost grow moss; finally, the sun is shining, and I can go for a walk. I lied to myself, deceiving myself into believing her "relaxation" excuse, while the thought of "delivering sex a thousand miles away" flashed through my mind. Heh, it seems the dullness was a lie; probably all men are enthusiastic about sex, especially when they're free.

The high prices in the ancient capital made me feel a pang of guilt for my still-unpaid allowance. I don't know why, but I felt a strange sense of indebtedness towards her, and inexplicably offered and insisted on booking a room for her. As a country bumpkin, I've only ever experienced a five-star hotel once, at a major conference in Beijing. I filled the bathtub with water like I was going into the city, but then I thought it was terribly dirty. Then I realized it might be cleaner than home, so I jumped in and felt suffocated. What's so great about that? Tuesday afternoon was full of classes, and it was with my own advisor, so skipping class was impossible. I sent her the address and told her to go by herself. During my exams, I encountered two girls who didn't know how to take the subway. Luckily, she had been trained on the Zhengzhou subway, so I didn't have to worry about her getting lost. She said everything went smoothly and sent me her room number. I said I'd come over after class. I called a Didi (ride-hailing service) and arrived in no time. The waiter opening the car door made this country bumpkin feel incredibly awkward. Riding the elevator to the 22nd floor with people in suits made me feel like an intern at some company. The floor manager came straight up and asked which room I wanted. Afraid she'd lead me to the door, I answered the front. Thankfully, 2211 appeared to my right. We arrived.

(III) sm

Three knocks are my habit, light and gentle, but there's no response. A slight panic rises within me, afraid I'll knock on someone else's door, so I pull out my phone to check her message. Sweat on my thumb makes unlocking impossible; the text on the screen flickers three times before the keypad appears with a vibration. I think the vibration can be heard throughout the entire hotel. As I enter the first digit, I notice a clear fingerprint on the screen. Perhaps I'm just poor, or maybe mentally, I simply don't belong in this godforsaken place. When I place my finger on the second digit, the lock clicks, the edge of the door shifting about a centimeter off the frame. Time seems to stand still for three or four seconds; there's no sign of it opening fully. I gently push it open. She's wearing a cat headband, kneeling naked, back arched, hands clasped in front of her, looking up at me. A ray of sunlight shines through the half-open curtains, illuminating her comfortably white skin. She meows, and I hurriedly slip inside, immediately turning to close the door. "What the hell? Are you fucking crazy?" "Meow." "You idiot, what would I do if it weren't for me?" "Meow." "Get lost, what if someone walks by and sees us?" My breathing became rapid; I was speechless. She lowered her head and slowly crawled towards me. Just before she bumped into my leg, she looked up at me. Perhaps the false eyelashes and colored contact lenses really worked; I was no longer angry and smiled at her. She grabbed my leg, continuing to crawl forward while straightening her upper body, grabbing my pants and rubbing her face against my crotch. I reached out my right hand to pat her head, while my left hand was behind my back, fumbling to lock the door. "You, you..." I patted her face. She responded with a "meow." I smiled without saying a word. The jeans were really too rough, rubbing half of her face red. She probably felt the discomfort, moving her hand that was grabbing my butt to the front, trying to pull down my pants. If belting was a piece of cake for her, then buttoning her jeans was a real challenge. After trying for half a minute without success, she started squirming and groaning.

"Slap!" I slapped her. To be honest, I was a little unsure; I was afraid she'd get angry. She pouted and squirmed even more. Seems alright. "Idiot." I walked straight past her, fastened my belt again, and pulled over the chair in front of me. By the time I sat down, she had already turned around and crawled over. "Masturbation," I said. She didn't move. "Masturbation, don't you know how?" She was still looking at me. My shoe-clad foot lightly stepped on her chest, bobbing it up and down. "What, do I have to teach you how to masturbate?" "I put my whole foot down, leaving half a shoe print on the snow-white hemisphere." "Didn't you tell me to fuck you? Didn't you tell me to play the cat? Do as I say," I said, taking out my phone. "Or I'll take a picture and post it online." She straightened up, tightened her legs, and covered her private parts with her right hand. Rubbing. "Pretty skilled," I chuckled lewdly. She reluctantly groaned, but her hand didn't stop, and very consciously, she had already inserted one finger, then two fingers. "You came here just to show off your slutness," she began to moan, more forcefully, her breathing becoming uneven. "Slut, sit on the ground, then..." "Then spread your legs apart and continue," she seemed to completely ignore me, and slapped me hard. "Do I have to repeat myself?"

Sunlight swept over my head, falling directly on her. The dexterity of human fingers exceeded my expectations. Her legs, spread in an M-shape, were completely exposed to me. From caressing to the insertion of her middle and ring fingers, her fingers glistening in the sunlight. The irregular moans from before were replaced by rhythmic cries, and her left hand was very consciously rubbing her breasts where I had stepped, the black shoe print being evenly smeared and gradually fading. Her head was no longer straight, but tilted to the side, although she was staring... I was completely dazed. I stretched my foot to the side where her head was turned, "Take it off." She seemed to be pulled up from a river of daze, her eyes becoming unfocused. She stopped, trying to untie her shoelaces. "Keep going, did I tell you to stop?" I nudged her face with my shoe. Her left hand, still not fully out, continued, or perhaps she was simply reluctant. "Take it off for me." Seeing her confusion, I held the shoe to her face from the side, "With my mouth." The shoelaces came off relatively easily, and then I turned my ankle towards her, and with the help of her teeth, left a row of teeth marks on my little green shoe (ouch, I should have known better than to do that). She... Holding the toe of the sock in my mouth, I pulled my foot out and then used it to shove the sock into her mouth (I knew my limits; I wouldn't go so far as to not shower and change before a date). She gently rubbed her face against my foot.

After a while, I got bored. I stood up, grabbed her, and dragged her to the bathroom. "Easily pushed over," is this what they mean by that? She remained kneeling, and I pulled her upright and carried her to the sink. Under the yellow light, with drool still dripping from her chin, she couldn't look directly at herself in the bright mirror. "Look ahead," she said. "No~~" This was the first time she'd spoken since I'd come in. I said firmly, "Look ahead, huh?" He placed his chin on her left shoulder and pressed down. Then he slowly stood up, hugged her thighs, and opened them into an M shape, like a baby urinating. Her labia, already parted from prolonged masturbation, were pressed together by her vaginal fluids, revealing a pink, glistening interior. "Pee," I commanded. "No!" she turned her face away again. "Be good, listen to me," I said, using both gentle and forceful methods. Finally, I heard the soft, trickling sound of water, then more. "Look, who pees in the sink of a five-star hotel? What a bitch!" she protested with a soft "hmm." "Hold it in," she dared not urinate any more. I pulled my right hand away, letting her touch the ground with her right foot, and held her head forward. "Look carefully, this is where you wash your face, it's so clean, and yet a bitch in heat is peeing here, hehe." She stopped resisting. I slowly stroked her vulva with my right hand. "Does it feel good, compared to your hand?" I slowly inserted my index finger. Probably because she used two fingers and the movements were vigorous, plus there was vaginal fluid, there was no resistance. I inserted another finger, and then, with a wicked sense of humor, inserted yet another. "It'll break." "Oh, really?" I pulled my hand away and stroked her clitoris. "Keep peeing." "Hmm?" "I said keep peeing." I touched her vulva. Warm liquid flowed from my hand into the sink, its pale yellow tinge standing out against the white background. I placed my hand down in front of her, drops of urine dripping from it. "Hmm?" "You seem to have gotten your hands dirty." She stuck out her tongue, and I put my middle finger in her mouth instead. She sucked on it, as if it were my penis.

After I put her down, she remained kneeling. "You're done, now it's my turn." Of course, I didn't dare to urinate directly on her, but I figured she wouldn't object. I guided her to the toilet, had her kneel to the side, and then pulled out my penis, ready to release. I don't know if you've ever had this feeling, but it's probably that when a penis isn't fully erect, the visual effect is much better than when it's hard, and it also looks thicker than when it's fully erect. I didn't care what she did; I just controlled myself while relieving myself. I held her head to prevent her from getting too close. I guess all men are the same; after relieving themselves, they do two things: contract forcefully to expel the remaining urine, and shake it off. I thought, with her there, those last two steps would be unnecessary. I turned to her, without saying a word. She leaned in, took my half-erect penis into her mouth, sucked out the remaining liquid, and then skillfully wrapped her right arm around the base of my penis, beginning piston-like movements. This was clearly more conquest-inducing than simple oral sex, but I didn't intend to end it there. I stopped her, buttoned up my jeans, and pulled her outside.

"Go upstairs," I pointed to the bed, "face me, lie down." I walked to the curtains and opened them completely; the view was beautiful. When I turned back, she was wiggling her hips, seducing me. Heh, she's really sexy. Perfect for doggy style. But I didn't want to. I pulled out my belt and gave her a quick thrust. She shuddered, leaving a red mark on her right buttock. "What if it wasn't me who came in just now?" “I looked through the peephole.” I slapped her left buttock with the belt again. “Is that so?” “Yes.” “No, it doesn’t matter to me whether it is or not, as long as I have a dick to fuck you, right?” “No way.” “Snap snap,” two more slaps with the belt, each time she trembled. I used the belt to gently pat her vulva between her spread legs. Hehe, the belt was wet. “You’re so slutty, if it weren’t me who came in, the same thing probably would have happened.” “No way.” I wanted to hit her with the straw sandals, but they were too soft, so I tried my hand instead, leaving a handprint. “No way.” I increased the force. “Yes, yes, yes.” “Oh, you admit it, if you’re so slutty, you need to be punished. Turn over, spread your legs.” She obediently did as I said, and I lightly slapped her vulva with the belt. She instinctively tightened her thighs, but I spread them apart with more force. “It’ll break.” “Oh? It’ll swell up and you’ll squeeze even tighter!” Without a word, I struck her with the belt again. She collapsed onto the bed, panting, her face flushed. She had actually climaxed.

(IV) Boyfriend's Phone Call and Ejaculation

That evening, we went to the Qinhuai River. I remarked that she really had the air of a courtesan. After getting off the subway, I suggested we take a shared bike or a taxi, but she refused because her buttocks hurt from my spanking. I had no choice but to walk her back to the hotel. We walked arm in arm, and to others, we might have looked like a couple, but we were just friends. After buying birth control pills, we went back to the hotel. Opening the door, I couldn't wait any longer and took off her clothes. As compensation, I caressed every inch of her skin, burying my face between her legs, exploring her slightly salty vulva with my tongue. I made slurping sounds, and she twisted her waist, trying to escape. I could feel the strength of her desire in the tension of the sheets. I pulled her waist down tightly, pushing my tongue even deeper. My nose rubbed against her clitoris. A patch of the sheet was wet; I didn't know if it was my saliva or her vaginal fluid. I spread it evenly with my hand, took off my underwear, and she knowingly grabbed my already rock-hard penis, swallowing it whole and tightly gripping it with her lips. She slid back and forth almost frantically, the lower part of my penis moving along her soft tongue. She turned her head, feeling the veins on my throbbing penis with her lips, as if worshipping a divine object that bestowed pleasure upon her. Her nimble tongue roamed along the lower part of my penis, her lips rubbing against the shaft, from swallowing to sucking, then caressing the glans with the flesh inside her lips. I could feel the fluid flowing from the tip of my glans, and this fluid became the lubricant for the next blissful moment. She spread it with her fingers, sliding her fingertips over the glans, while her face rubbed against the shaft. I could no longer resist, grabbing her legs, spreading them apart, aiming, and thrusting all the way in. I didn't rush to thrust, but instead inserted myself tightly to the bottom, holding her tightly, her breasts pressed against mine, I wrapped my arms around her body and held her tightly, her hands and legs the same. I stood still and pressed down hard, kissing her, licking her. I said, "Is it deep enough? Can you feel it?" She said, "It's so big." I silently began thrusting, each time I reached the bottom, I held the position and then pushed down again, my hips moving rhythmically, while she moaned incessantly. I said, "This is the last time, okay baby, you're getting married, I wish you happiness, missing out on you would be my loss." She didn't speak, but I saw tears in the corners of her eyes. I kissed her; they tasted salty. I thrust even harder.

Perhaps because I didn't want to see her crying face, I turned her around and, taking advantage of her vaginal fluids, inserted myself. She moved on her own, saying it was too deep and she needed to pee. I said, "Baby, that's fine," and stopped. But then she grabbed my penis and pushed it in again. The second time I penetrated, she cried out again, then her body sank onto the bed. I said, "If it's not good, let's change positions." She said, "No, I want everything you have." So she arched her back again. It was probably too deep; she couldn't take it anymore. Normally, I might have found this amusing and mischievously sped up, or made her wear high heels. But I didn't want to. Maybe this really was the last time. I didn't know whether to regret losing such a casual sex partner or be happy to end this relationship. It wasn't slow, nor was it intense, but it was very forceful. I went all the way in each time, then paused, feeling the suction of her vagina. The feeling of being enveloped by tender flesh was indescribable. I saw the tender flesh being pulled out when I pulled out, and then returning to its original position when I thrust in. I heard her moans, a mixture of pleasure and pain. I continued thrusting forcefully.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated. She ignored it. I saw it was her fiancé; that name, she had mentioned before. The phone went out. The phone lit up again, still that name. Three times. "Answer it," I said, looking at her. "Okay." I knew the plot of movies; the male lead would thrust violently at this moment, while the female lead would suppress her moans, even telling a lie about running to catch the bus. But I didn't want to ruin a girl's future. I was inside her, thrusting about once every five or six seconds, lying on her chest, listening to their conversation. Emotionless words. But isn't that how most marriages end up? I don't know what persuasive power that cold, icy longing has. She answered his concerns in a perfunctory manner. We talked about renovating the house after his business trip. "Okay, that's it. Be careful." She pressed the red button and tossed the phone aside. I sped up, ejaculating deeply inside her at the very end. We didn't separate for a long time.

"The second time, and the last time, that's it." "Okay." "Take good care of yourself." "Okay." I held her until the sun was shining on my face the next day.

(V) Later,

I postponed my departure by a day, visiting Yanziji, Qixia Temple, and the museum. I took the ferry and ate at Nanjing Da Pai Dang. Ancient cities are so expensive, so I booked a chain restaurant. Naturally, I didn't do it again, but I was given oral sex again. However, that night was so intense that even after I'd finished, it didn't seem to want to get hard again.

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