A cute girl's lewd confession

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My name is Zhou Jie, Jie meaning clean and pure. I was born into a scholarly family; my father was an official in the Cultural Bureau. He was very strict with me and hoped I would be a virtuous and morally upright girl. He named me Jie with this hope in mind. However, when I was little, a fortune teller said I had too much water in my destiny and wanted me to remove the water radical. But after much deliberation, my father kept the name. It seems I'm destined not to keep this character. As a child, I was more like a boy and liked playing with boys. Before puberty, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. But around thirteen or fourteen, as my body changed, I became very easily distracted. When I was with boys, I would blush and my heart would race. Once, while playing with a childhood friend, he sat on the ground and exposed his penis. I secretly looked at it, and my heart pounded. I began to realize that I was very different from boys. It was from that moment that I started to unconsciously notice the differences in their bodies. Their Adam's apples, their body hair, and the bulge that often appeared between their legs. I'm quite observant, and I gradually noticed that boys' genitals would swell up when they were with me. A woman I knew well told me that boys' genitals change. They're usually small, but they get bigger when they're with a girl they like. Influenced by her words, I started using whether a boy's penis got bigger as a criterion for judging whether he liked me. I also gradually discovered that even among boys, the bulges weren't all the same size. This magical difference fascinated me, inevitably arousing a lot of curiosity. I wanted to see it, to touch it. But I knew this was wrong. For a while, I kept reflecting on it, even writing in my notebook that I should concentrate and not pay attention to "that." However, as I met a boy I liked, this dilemma slowly crumbled. Looking back now, I've hardly ever been in a relationship. Before Ge Fei, I only had one real boyfriend, Niu Zihao. He was really handsome, the kind of handsome that I could never take my eyes off. I imagined him in many different ways. After we got together, the increased physical contact and exploration between us fueled my desire to understand myself and boys. Paying attention to the physical differences between men and women became an irresistible hobby. Perhaps it was also the rebellious nature of adolescence. The more my family told me not to play with boys anymore, the more I rebelled and wanted to get closer. I don't know if it was the excessive strictness I experienced as a child that prevented me from building a close relationship with my parents, making me very disobedient. It's also possible that around this time, my parents had a second child and didn't focus their attention on me as much, offering only verbal instruction without deeper guidance. I couldn't accept this simplistic teaching. In junior high, because I was relatively smart, my daily daydreaming didn't affect my studies. But in high school, my grades plummeted. I started looking for reasons, believing that this terrible curiosity was the biggest cause of my declining grades. I desperately tried to get rid of it. But the more I tried to get rid of it, the more I couldn't stop thinking about it. And the worst part was that my first love ended badly amidst this constant struggle. Because we weren't in the same school, Niu Zihao fell for someone else. I tried desperately to win him back, even attempting to have sex with him. But each time, I failed for various reasons. Either I was suddenly disturbed by someone, or he was too nervous to get an erection, or my subconscious resistance caused him pain and made him go soft. Each failure eventually exhausted his passion, and my first love vanished amidst a series of failed attempts. That was probably one of the worst times of my life. My grades completely plummeted, and my understanding of relationships reached a dead end. I often cried secretly, filled with self-pity. I didn't understand why I was disliked, why I couldn't keep up. I began to feel like the whole world disliked me, and I became a little insecure, even afraid to boldly confirm whether a boy "liked me." Perhaps it was in this state that I saw Wang Song as my lifeline. Because we knew each other before, there weren't many obstacles in our communication in the new environment of high school. I could relax with him, observing him and noticing how enthusiastically he "got an erection" every time. Although it was just a small bag, I knew he liked me, which made me incredibly dependent on him. Even though I didn't really like him—he was a bit ugly, sometimes a bit indecisive, stingy, and lacked masculinity—he was the only person I could rely on at the time. And so, a relationship beyond friendship developed between us. And so, a question that had troubled me for years was finally answered. My fantasies about sex, once abstract, became tangible. I began to understand why I was so easily distracted. Because sex is truly pleasurable. That feeling of being filled is wonderful, as if it can drive away all emptiness. During the brief moments of sex, it seems like you don't have to think about anything. So I never understood why Wang Song kept asking me if I had an orgasm. I didn't know what an orgasm was. But even so, it was pleasurable enough. My state of mind improved a lot. Although I still often had wild thoughts, this distress was no longer insurmountable. Just having sex with Wang Song secretly allowed my body and mind to relax, allowing me to study peacefully for a while, and my mind to stop being so chaotic. Actually, I'm really grateful to him. If it weren't for his gentleness, I would have had a hard time taking that first step. And I wouldn't have been able to resolve my inner turmoil either; my grades would have completely fallen behind, and I would have had no chance to pursue freedom anymore. So I wasn't dissatisfied with this situation, and even considered continuing like this with him. Although I didn't like him that much, most girls have the mentality of "marrying a chicken, following the chicken; marrying a dog, following the dog." I just wanted him to take the initiative, thinking that if he confessed, I would say yes and be with him. However, he never had the courage. This is probably the difference between boys and men. As a girl with desires, I have to confess that I like men. Gu Hongjun was my first man, and the one who completely pushed me into the abyss of sex. I remember it was a late spring evening; Wang Song and I had arranged to make love in the broadcasting room. Because we hadn't had a chance for a week, my desire had accumulated to an unbearable level, and I couldn't concentrate on my studies, so I was especially looking forward to this rendezvous. But during evening self-study, he told me he would be late. I was a little angry because he had been hanging out with delinquents lately, and he was bound to break his promises. I was already a little annoyed. And then he said he was going to be late at a time I valued. But I tried my best not to take it to heart, reminding him that as long as he came back early, it was fine. I arrived at the broadcasting room early that night. He likes me not wearing underwear, so I didn't, hoping to arouse him. This was also the first time I decided to satisfy his perverted request. But I waited for two hours. I was both angry and sleepy, and lying on the bed, bored, I fell asleep in the night. I don't know what time it was, but I vaguely felt someone hugging me in my sleep. I opened my eyes and found that he was back, leaning against me from behind, spreading my legs. Although I was angry, I obediently spread my legs and let him lean against me from the side, saying with some complaint, "Why are you so late?" But he didn't answer, just kept pushing his hot penis under me. I saw that he was a little impatient and hadn't found the right position, so I told him not to rush and reached out to help him. This touch startled me. Normally, I could barely grasp his penis with my hand, with only the glans showing. But now, I found my hand could barely grip the base; at least half of it was exposed. And it was so thick, much thicker than when he was most aroused. My fingers couldn't even wrap around it. This change confused me. I wondered if this was its maximum size. Before I could think further, he eagerly thrust in, having found the right spot. He was so impatient, there was no foreplay at all. But today, I had been empty for so long, and this sudden surprise intensified my desire. Subconsciously, my vagina was already prepared to welcome the man. The moment his thick penis entered, a wave of heat enveloped my body. My vaginal walls involuntarily tightened around it. So big, so very big, I couldn't feel my legs anymore. My entire lower body felt full, filled with the sensation of my vaginal walls being rubbed together. The hard, hot shaft stimulated me so much I could hardly breathe. The thick, burning shaft scraped against my tender flesh, and my sensitive vaginal muscles immediately felt the tiny bumps all over its shaft, a delicate stimulation that surged like the Qiantang River tide. What surprised and surprised me most was how domineering the shaft was, pushing aside the pressure of my lower body muscles and penetrating deep inside. For the first time, I felt like I was being penetrated to the very bottom because I could clearly feel the glans slapping against my cervix like a stamp, each slap making me tremble, my thighs involuntarily clenching, completely out of my control. I couldn't help but turn around: "What's wrong with you today?" But when I turned around, my mind went completely blank. It wasn't Wang Song, it was Gu Hongjun, my classmate. He was panting heavily.Seeing me turn around, he hurriedly explained, "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist seeing you lying there." I panicked and immediately tried to scream and break free, but he covered my mouth tightly, and my body was held firmly by his strong arms. "Zhou Jie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Actually, I came here today to confess, but I just couldn't resist. That idiot Wang Song doesn't deserve you. Will you be with me? You feel good now, right? Don't run away, okay?" I shook my head, unable to speak. I could only grunt in protest. But as he thrust forcefully, I felt my strength being drained away, powerless to resist. I felt so wronged. How could I be penetrated by a stranger like this? Was this rape? Was I raped? Yet my thoughts were completely disjointed. Besides my body going limp, my mind seemed unable to focus either, stirred up by strange sensations, like a turbulent current, making it impossible to form a coherent thought. It was so strange, so strange. It felt completely different from before. Overwhelmed by shame, I couldn't stop myself from noticing the changes in my body. As the tip of that penis pierced deep into my body, a small protrusion at its base pressed against my clitoris. The dual stimulation of my vagina and clitoris felt like two people were shaking and tearing at me, sending waves of turmoil through me, making my head completely spin. It was like being on a roller coaster; I felt disoriented. I didn't want to speak; I just wanted to scream. A disobedient voice inside me whispered: "Don't cover my mouth anymore, I'll let you fuck me, I'll let you scream, okay?" He was still whispering in my ear, "Zhou Jie, you're so beautiful, so sexy. I've never seen a girl as crazy as you. I fucking can't resist, just once, let me do it properly, okay?" He probably felt that this wasn't convincing enough, so he started talking about Wang Song: "It's Wang Song, Wang Song said he wants you to try other men. He said he also wants to try other women. I think he's not good enough for you. Look at him, he doesn't act like a man at all." "I know I did wrong, but that's because it's you. You're lying here, any normal man would be unable to resist, think about it. If Wang Song hadn't told me, I wouldn't have come. How would I have known you were here? But he fucking told me, and I really couldn't resist coming." He was actually rambling a bit, but a few of his words did make my defenses crumble. Yes, if Wang Song hadn't told him, how would he have found me? If Wang Song hadn't been so ungrateful, how would he have had the chance? Most importantly, I really don't want to think about anything right now. I feel an intense, electric-like pleasure coursing through my body, spreading rapidly throughout. I couldn't help but arch my back, a groan escaping my throat. Physical pleasure is extremely simple, sometimes betraying one's true self in an incredibly simple way. The tender romance that makes a woman smile can never compare to the primal, uncontrollable pleasure that makes her swoon. I could feel myself constantly leaking fluid, and our bodies becoming increasingly lubricated. He clearly noticed this change and loosened his grip on my hands. He asked hesitantly, "Zhou Jie, is it very comfortable? I'll let you go, please don't run away." Ah, why force me into this situation? Just force me, that way I can at least retain some self-respect. If you let go, wouldn't it make me seem pathetic if I didn't struggle? But I had no choice; I really didn't want to stop. I didn't want to think about anything anymore; we could finish first and then figure it out. Who was right and who was wrong now? I didn't want to move. Just as I hesitated, perhaps because my sensitive flower path was too slippery, and his thrusting movements were a little too vigorous, his thick penis suddenly slipped out of my honey hole. In the darkness, the full and satisfying feeling I had just enjoyed made this moment of emptiness and loss feel like an eternity. My lower body felt like a child who had lost its mother, and it immediately began to cry out, screaming with an unbearable itching sensation. Almost without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his penis, stuffing it back into my vagina. The moment I finished this action, I understood its meaning. It was tantamount to surrender, tantamount to admitting that I longed to continue making love. One action was worth a thousand words, and it left me utterly humiliated, with no grounds for resistance. Gu Hongjun immediately released me, laughing, "So you still want it, Zhou Jie, don't you?" He placed his hands on my waist, holding my body, and whispered in my ear, "Let me serve you well." Without warning, his hard, throbbing penis, burning with heat, thrust out from the side, piercing straight into my body. Like a sharp knife, it fiercely rammed into the deepest part of my flower, catching me off guard and sending me soaring to the highest point of my being. My voice burst from my throat, becoming the background music that echoed in our place of intercourse. "Oh, ah!" Before I could fall from that height, he began to thrust up and down with large, sweeping movements. Different from before, this time with power, with a fierce killing intent, as if he wanted to tear me apart. Each thrust domineeringly invaded the depths of my private chamber, grinding mercilessly at the cervix before rapidly withdrawing. The bulge on his penis scraped fiercely against the walls of my vagina, bringing with it scalding fluid that splattered between my legs, only to be quickly spread by his genitals. One moment there was the cool sensation of the fluid evaporating, the next the warmth of flesh colliding, like a storm of passion, leaving my mind blank. I felt an urge to cry. How pathetic I was, feeling no sadness or guilt, only pure, intense pleasure and excitement. Every inch of my skin betrayed me, trembling with excitement; the blood in every vein mocked my weakness, boiling with ecstasy. I had long since given up on stopping; every inch of my vaginal walls was uncontrollably gripping the invading penis. A shameful cry escaped my lips. "Ah, um, ah," "You sound so sweet, little darling." He stroked my chin, his mouth biting my ear, the sounds of saliva mingling with the incessant buzzing in my head. I closed my eyes, feeling a powerful stimulation rush to my head, pounding against it, making my hair stand on end. My body began to spasm and tremble involuntarily, the rampant pleasure now converging in one direction, like a cavalry charge, a tidal wave crashing in. My strength was being rapidly drained, like being sucked dry by a water pump, not a drop left. How strange, is this what they call an "orgasm"? No wonder Wang Song kept asking me if I had one. So good. I know it's coming. It's coming, it's coming. Come on, come on, thrust faster! The urgent desire made me completely betray my pride, and I actually reached out and grabbed his buttocks, releasing the signal of "thrust faster." Gu Hongjun understood immediately and bit my ear: "Almost there, aren't you?" He began to thrust rapidly, like an engine, rushing all the blood in my body to my head. Ahhhhhh, I heard my own cries, as if they weren't coming from me, but from another woman. The sound was so unfamiliar, both shrill and sensual. Had my soul been driven out, as if I were sitting next to my body watching myself make love? "You're biting me so tight!" My private parts were already soaking wet, a complete mess, honey-like fluid constantly flowing from my vulva, making a squelching sound with Gu Hongjun's thrusts, washing away all obstacles to orgasm. With a roar from Gu Hongjun, his penis, deeply inserted into my body, noticeably swelled, the intense heat making me feel like I was melting. Finally, finally, finally, all the accumulated desire surged forth like a flood suddenly released. A buzzing sound, like a gong striking my ear, and my head exploded. An overwhelming, earth-shattering pleasure pierced the darkness, transforming into a sky full of fireworks, exploding with a deafening roar. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out; my body tensed, every pore on my body opening instantly. "Ah!" I climaxed. This was an orgasm. So comfortable, so exhilarating, it truly felt like reaching the heavens. When I came to my senses, I realized that Gu Hongjun had also ejaculated. In my blurred vision, his semen splattered onto the ground not far away, the last drop splashing onto my vaginal opening. He released me, letting me slump limply on the side of the bed. The orgasm subsided, and reason returned. Only then did I feel endless shame return to my mind. A sense of powerlessness and humiliation overwhelmed me, making me unable to control my tears, and I burst into sobs without even realizing it. Gu Hongjun tried to hold me. However, his presence was the strongest evidence of my weakness. I just wanted him to disappear. I pushed him away, crawled on the floor crying, rolled to the corner, covered my face, and cried out loud. Gu Hongjun was, after all, just a boy. Although his body was that of a mature man, he still panicked and didn't know what to do when he saw me crying. He stammered, trying to comfort me, but I kicked him hard: "Get out!" He stood a short distance away, hesitating for a long time, not knowing what to say. In his panic, he spun around in circles, trying to find his pants. But he had already thrown them into a corner. He looked like a rat exposed to the sun, running around in circles, finally finding his pants with great difficulty. By this time, I had calmed down a little. I wiped away my tears and glanced at him huddled in the corner. Suddenly, I found him somewhat cute. He was so different from usual. Usually, he considered himself the school's toughest guy, imposing and awe-inspiring. But looking at him now, and...A child who has done something wrong is no different. I felt a slight urge to laugh, but my face remained icy. "Go away." Hearing my urging, he opened his mouth, hesitated, but ultimately grabbed his pants, pushed open the door, and slipped out. I sat there for a long time. I then realized that my lower body still had no strength; it was completely limp. Even if I wanted to stand up, I could only feel strength in my calves and buttocks; my thighs felt completely powerless. I had no choice but to sit there, pulling my clothes over my shoulder because the floor was so cold. Then I thought of Wang Song. Where was he? Wang Song, Wang Song, you're so useless! Do you really consider me your woman? No matter where you are, you should be back by now, it's so late. Logically, shouldn't you have bravely intervened when you found your girl being raped? But now she's fallen for him, and you still don't know where you are. I picked up my phone; there was only one missed call from him, no messages. Only one call—and he only made one call. I seemed to involuntarily begin to despise this man. Perhaps I had always disliked him. But his behavior at this moment made me feel an indescribable disgust. I didn't want to stay here any longer. I put on my clothes, tidied up the room, and limped out of the broadcasting room. Walking on the road, I felt so tired, I really didn't want to walk another step. I ran to the playground, sat in a corner, and quietly waited for Wang Song to send me a message. An hour passed, then another full hour, and he still hadn't sent a message. An hour of wind had long since chilled my heart. I left him a message, thinking that I didn't care when I saw it. I wrote: You told everyone about us. When I got back to my dorm and lay on my bed, his message finally arrived. Wang Song: Where are you? Gu Hongjun didn't hurt you, did he? I wondered if this counted as hurt. Maybe it did. I was definitely hurt, but to say that Gu Hongjun was the one who hurt me seemed a bit against my conscience. No, he not only didn't hurt me, but he also made me feel unprecedented happiness. If I insist that he hurt me, it doesn't mean I admit I hurt myself. I thought about it silently for a while, trying to find a perfect explanation. In the end, I believed that the hurt wasn't caused by Gu Hongjun. I wrote this message and pressed send: He didn't. But you hurt me. The moment I sent it, I felt a little guilty. I wondered if I was shirking responsibility. Wang Song was wrong, but wasn't I right? Thinking this, I suddenly panicked. I didn't want to become a bad person. I typed some words, then deleted them. I wanted to use a sentence to slightly make up for the coldness of the previous sentence, but I couldn't come up with anything. Just then, Wang Song's reply made my guilt vanish. "This really isn't my fault. You have to understand, he's a bad person." Oh, it's not your fault, okay. I don't blame you, then I can only blame myself. It's my fault for being a worthless woman, my fault for being so weak, my fault for not keeping my virginity for you. But who are you? You're my boyfriend! What are the things a boyfriend should do? You didn't do any of them! You just fucked me like an animal. What's the difference between you and Gu Hongjun? At least when it comes to sex, he did it much better than you. I was incredibly disappointed and felt like I never wanted to see him again. I wrote: I don't know if he's a bad person. But I can't trust you anymore. He struggled a few more times, but it was all weak. He seemed to run out of words quickly. How useless, how shameless! My disgust for him reached its peak instantly. So much so that when he confessed, I didn't feel a bit excited. Strangely, I had once looked forward to his confession. But when those words actually came, all I felt was disgust. Zhou Jie, I like you. I just sneered inwardly. But I wasn't cruel enough to say what disgusted me. I just left a few words: Let's talk about it later. Let's talk about it later, maybe we can still be friends. I didn't want to say anything too absolute. For both ends after having sex with Gu Hongjun, I had a persistent, dull pain in my genitals. I was terrified, worried that something was wrong with me. I secretly examined myself repeatedly in the mirror, expecting bleeding, but thankfully, there was none. This constant focus on my body inevitably brought back memories of that day—memories that felt almost too real, increasingly lingering. Especially when I thought about the orgasm, my brain seemed to be trying to recreate the explosive pleasure, becoming incredibly agitated. I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything else. No matter what I was doing, I couldn't help but think about that pleasure. In less than a week, I felt myself on the verge of collapse. The shape of Gu Hongjun's penis kept flashing before my eyes. To the point that seeing any cylindrical object made me think of that thing. This recurring desire eroded me, focusing the image of that man in my mind more and more on that private spot. I began to admit that I wanted it so badly. The approaching exams became my excuse for indulging my desires. I told myself I had to release it, otherwise I wouldn't be able to concentrate on studying. This was clearly unfounded, but I believed it without a doubt at the time. Meanwhile, Gu Hongjun seemed to see right through me, appearing in front of me intentionally or unintentionally. We were in the same class, and when my attention was irresistibly drawn to him, eye contact was inevitable. He became more proactive, moving closer to me and stealing glances. He would even deliberately offer me snacks and stationery, stirring my heartstrings. This contact gave my desire no chance to be extinguished. Even during class, I couldn't help but think of him behind me. Although I couldn't see him, his body seemed to be drawing closer, secretly exciting me. Just imagining it made my lower body involuntarily secrete fluid, the sticky liquid making my body feel sticky and uncomfortable. It also made the pain of being "alone in an empty room" grow stronger and clearer. I knew that my heart was already calling for him to ask me out. So, when he slipped the note into my hand, I couldn't deny my intense desire. He wrote, "Wait for me in the woods behind the school tonight. I want to apologize to you." I had already forgiven him for his apology. I knew he wasn't a good person, but I was willing to accept such a bad person. I almost eagerly awaited the end of school. After evening self-study, I clutched the note and ran into the woods. I waited for his figure like a woman in love. When he finally arrived, my heart pounded even harder than during my first love. However, I knew this wasn't love. It was just my lust. It was clearer than love. Love can be embellished, but desire needs no embellishment. In the following process, I was almost shamelessly proactive. He had prepared an apology, but I didn't listen to it at all. I tried to act shy, but in reality, I was silently hoping he would make a move. My eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, were focused on his genitals. I could almost see the shape of his enormous penis through his pants. He finished his prepared lines and glanced at my reaction. Because I hadn't listened, I didn't know how to respond. I could only give him a look as an answer. He paused, startled by my gaze, seemingly surprised by my look. He awkwardly reached out and hugged me, trying to kiss me. However, his hygiene was clearly poor; his breath smelled unpleasant. I didn't want to kiss him, nor did I want to give him the wrong signal, so I instinctively pushed him away. He seemed bewildered and asked, "Can't you forgive me yet?" I was speechless. How could I explain that I didn't want to be with him, that I just wanted him to have sex with me? I was desperate, but didn't know how to express it. In desperation, I covered my burning face, repeatedly trying to find the right words. All my thoughts boiled down to one thing: please, I want it. I could feel my genitals burning hot, secreting waves of lubrication. The itching sensation made me involuntarily squeeze my legs together, my lower body gently wriggling. I believed my appearance would excite any man. And indeed, Gu Hongjun tried to hug me again. I tried not to resist, not to resist, but when his breath hit me, I couldn't help but push him away. Once, twice, but not a third time; the moment I pushed him away, I regretted it. Seeing his stunned expression, I had only one thought in my mind: to convey my desire. I looked up at him and gently unzipped my shirt. He froze. I believed he understood, but was still confirming, still wondering. So I went a step further, turned around, and leaned against a nearby tree trunk, gently raising my genitals. Gu Hongjun finally understood, walked over, and pulled down my pants, exposing my genitals. He wiped away the love fluid overflowing from my vaginal opening, laughing and saying, "I knew you were horny, but I didn't expect you to be this horny, little baby. It must have been hard holding back for so many days." I was speechless, and could only anxiously twist my waist, trying to press my genitals against his penis. However, he pulled back slightly and said, "Beg me." I turned my head in shock, regretting that I had shown my eagerness so obviously. But now it was obviously too late to regret; I had only one thought in my mind: to release as soon as possible. I gritted my teeth and pleaded in a soft voice, "Brother, please, please come in." "Come in? I don't understand," I cursed inwardly. Are all men like this, always toying with people? Couldn't I just take the initiative? You just do it honestly."I'm all set." I hesitated for a moment, but as the cool breeze blew, my physical desire surged. In just a few seconds, I uttered the most shameful words I'd ever spoken in my life: "Brother, please fuck me, I can't take it anymore!" I was sure his penis was already rock hard. Encouraged by my words, Gu Hongjun finally stopped hesitating, pulled down his pants, and positioned his burning hot penis between my legs. With a powerful thrust, I arched my back to meet his penetration, and with a slap, our two hot bodies joined together. His penis slid completely into my vagina, the glans pushing aside the tender flesh inside, rising straight up and hitting my G-spot. Almost instantly, I felt my cervix relax, and a large gush of vaginal fluid flowed out uncontrollably, accompanied by a tingling sensation in my lower body, coating his enormous penis. As he began to thrust, I couldn't control my moans at all, groaning and moaning. This lewd and humiliating sight was utterly shameful. But under the onslaught of pleasure, I had cast aside all morality and etiquette. A voice inside me cried out, "Fuck me! Fuck Zhou Jie to death! Fuck me to death!" Perhaps my mental defenses had crumbled, and my body no longer resisted, so the orgasm arrived much earlier than the first time. From the moment he began to thrust, I felt that pleasure that had lingered for days yet remained veiled in mystery was stirring. And when the fluids gushed and our bodies were seamlessly joined, it burst forth, soaring upwards. The sense of time during sex is completely distorted, to the point that it seemed to me that only a few minutes of thrusting had passed before I reached my first orgasm. Fireworks burst forth again, like a sky full of colorful clouds, lingering and unforgettable. I screamed as if electrocuted, my body collapsing limply against the tree, trembling uncontrollably. However, he didn't give me a chance to properly climax. Instead, he accelerated his thrusts, quickly dragging me out of my ecstatic state, like a wild horse pulling me towards the next destination. And so, we joyfully completed our rite of passage in the deserted woods. Finally, when I was exhausted and knelt at his feet, I had probably climaxed three or four times. My fragile, exhausted body swelled his male pride, his tall figure looming over me. In my dazed state, I looked up and saw his still-erect penis. It stood there above me, like an eagle perched on a cliff. I knew that only it could conquer me; I could never conquer it. A feeling of servile inferiority descended upon me. I looked up at the penis that brought me endless pleasure, at the coiled veins, as if gazing at a totem. Involuntarily, I raised my head, reached out and grasped it firmly with both hands, then opened my mouth and kissed it. Perhaps this is my natural talent. My gentle licking made Gu Hongjun groan quickly: "Damn, Zhou Jie, you really know how to lick! Did you lick Wang Song like this before?" I spat out his penis and shook my head: "No, you're the first." He was stunned for a moment.He subconsciously shook his head, as if he couldn't believe his good fortune. Then he stroked my hair with his broad hand: "Zhou Jie, the way you give me oral sex is so beautiful." "His praise was sincere, and I was very pleased. I smiled, reached out and gently stroked his hairy thighs, and began to lick him vigorously. Soon, his legs went weak, and his penis trembled. I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I tried to open my mouth wide and take his glans in. To be honest, it was so difficult; he was so big, and my jaw was sore from holding my mouth like that. However, I felt like I was truly willing to serve him like this. Or rather, to serve this penis. Even though it smelled bad, it didn't disgust me like Gu Hongjun's bad breath. On the contrary, I felt it was natural, and even a little bit like it. I sucked greedily, sucked, until he ejaculated profusely, and the hot semen filled my mouth. To be honest, it was salty, and quite delicious. If my previous sex with Wang Song still gave me some energy to focus on my studies, then my sex with Gu Hongjun..." Our sex life turned the idea that "sex is good for studying" into a complete lie. We made love almost every day, trying every possible way to have our trysts in various places. The most common place was the broadcasting room, followed by his house. He was from a single-parent family, and his mother wasn't always home, which gave us many opportunities. We also did it in the school toilets at night, on the rooftop, and even in the classroom. Each time, I could orgasm at least three times, sometimes five or six. And I discovered that orgasms came in all shapes and sizes, varying in intensity and color. But what remained constant was the immense satisfaction each orgasm brought to my body and mind. I realized I was indeed a woman of lust. Because as soon as the orgasm subsided, my desire for the next one would immediately rise, often causing Gu Hongjun to complain bitterly. My grades also steadily declined. My parents would try to control me, but I completely... I was defiant. When they pressured me too much, I ran away from home and spent the whole night with Gu Hongjun, only able to sleep through class the next day. Gradually, my father became completely disappointed in me, focusing all his attention on my newborn brother and ignoring me. I was happy to be free. The pleasure of sex was enough to mask all my sadness and loneliness. Although Gu Hongjun and I had nothing else to talk about, we didn't need to; our bodies were enough to communicate. However, this happy time didn't last long. It lasted less than half a year before being shattered by a report. We were having sex in the broadcasting room when the old man from the security office came with several people and arrested us on the spot. Disciplinary actions followed one after another. Luckily, my father bribed officials and managed to keep my student status. The school didn't make a big fuss; they just moved me to a different class and then... They put him under strict supervision. Gu Hongjun, however, had no connections and was expelled without question. That was a particularly dark period, so dark that I don't want to talk about it anymore. We brought it upon ourselves, but I always felt I was the one who ruined him. After Gu Hongjun was expelled, the vocational school wouldn't accept him either, and his mother forced him to work in a county. I stayed in this city, becoming an isolated island. If that were all, my guilt wouldn't have been so deep. But when I learned that Wang Song was the one who informed on him, my guilt became even more overwhelming. I regretted meeting the wrong person, regretted not handling my relationship with Wang Song properly, and regretted causing Gu Hongjun to lose his student status. He also lost his once-thriving group of brothers. These people really are the type to scatter when the tree falls—what kind of loyalty are high school students anyway? For a while, I thought I would never see Gu Hongjun again. Yes. Because I was almost completely confined and strictly controlled by my parents. For a long time, I cried every night. I didn't know what I was crying about. It didn't seem like I was sad for myself or for Gu Hongjun. The sadness was nameless, like a group of strangers passing by all day, but their bodies were always cold, and their eyes were always cold. The only thing that made me feel alive was my sexual desire. The burning sensation in my lower body still came every few days. Whenever it came, I became as restless and unbearable as an ant on a hot pan. I started to comfort myself with all sorts of things. At first, it was my fingers, but soon my fingers were completely unable to satisfy me. Then I used eggplants, cucumbers, even the handle of a bed brush and the head of a hair dryer to fill my vagina. I felt like I had become a garbage can, into which anything could be put. My self-loathing reached... I reached my peak. The college entrance exam arrived, and I went through the motions entirely. A girl who had always been number one in junior high school only scored a little over 300 points on the exam. When the results came out, I saw utter disappointment in my parents' eyes. My father never spoke to me again, looking at me like a stranger. My mother sighed constantly. They didn't hesitate to show me their deepest disappointment. But they weren't truly depressed. My younger brother's growth often brought them joy, especially when I wasn't around. Hearing my parents laugh through the door felt like a death sentence, making me feel utterly finished. After graduating from the college entrance exam, my father didn't let me graduate; instead, he demanded I study for another year. I seemed indifferent, just grunted an "uh-huh," and turned back to my room, as if to "start over." But that day I decided to run away from home. This time, it was for real. I secretly packed my bags, left a letter, and took a bus overnight to the county where Gu Hongjun lived. I don't know where I got the willpower, but I managed to find him through various inquiries. When I saw him, he was repairing a car, covered in oil. When he saw me, he stared in disbelief, his pitiful appearance completely different from the Gu Hongjun I knew. I had to admit that his masculine charm had been worn away. But he was still him. At least he was still enough to comfort me. I pulled him along and made love in the warehouse behind the repair shop. The emptiness of the past six months seemed to be filled. His penis was still as hot as ever, bringing me orgasm after orgasm. But that familiar feeling of hormones surging seemed no longer as intense. Our intercourse felt like going through a formality. A complete catharsis. I wasn't too disappointed. After all, we were both exiled by fate. Having experienced joy, we shouldn't be too bothered by the numbness before us. I took the initiative to move in with him and even cooked for him. But he always seemed guilty, as if he had something to hide. He would only eat a couple of bites of my cooking before putting it down and then drinking alone. When he drank too much, he probably wouldn't have sex anymore and would just fall asleep. One day, I woke up from my sleep and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me with some sadness. I rubbed my eyes and asked, "What's wrong? What are you looking at?" He turned his head, stared blankly for a while, and then asked, "Zhou Jie, why are you with me?" I was stunned. Why? Of course, it's for you. But I didn't say that. Instead, I said it differently: "Because being with you makes me less lonely." "What do you mean by lonely?" "I don't understand. What do you want to ask?" "Then let me rephrase my question, do you want to marry me?" I suddenly didn't know how to answer. I didn't want to marry him. He was just an empty shell, and I didn't want to marry him. I might feel responsible for being with him, but marriage wasn't what it meant. I shook my head: "No." He said "Oh": "Then it's just to sleep with me, right?" I frowned. I admit, I enjoyed having sex with him. But I wanted to question him: Do you think I came to you, cooked for you every day, and slept with you just so you could fuck me? There was a deep insult in those words. It stung, it hurt. I know I'm a woman with a strong sex drive, but that doesn't mean all I care about is sex. I sneered: "Heh, what do you think?" He lit a cigarette: "I don't know, but it's right that you don't want to marry me. I'm not good enough for you, and you shouldn't be living this kind of life with me." My heart sank, and I sat with my back to him: "Why would I want to marry you? We're not even boyfriend and girlfriend, and you're talking about marriage." "Are you kidding me?" He gave a wry smile, scratched his head, and said, "I know, I was wrong." Looking at him, I knew it was time for me to leave. But I still seemed to have some lingering feelings, unable to completely let go. I hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his arm and hugged him, saying, "I know you don't want me to stay. But can we do it again? I feel like we haven't made love properly in so long." He pulled his arm away, stubbed out his cigarette, and walked to the door. "Yeah, you're right. I really haven't been able to satisfy you properly lately. Let me rest for a couple of days. This weekend, we'll go to a hotel and do it properly." The door slammed shut. I was left alone, sitting in the room. I hugged my knees, suddenly feeling a chill around me. The cigarette butt was still emitting its last wisp of smoke on the ground. The smoke slowly rose, then diluted in the small space. I glanced at the cigarette butt as it burned out, feeling that it was like this man, completely withered. Speechless, tears involuntarily fell. Finally, it turned into a loud sob.

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