The invention of stockings was solely to attract more semen. (Author: a532252994)

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The Birth of Stockings Was Only to Deceive More Semen

I am a girl who likes wearing stockings. Seeing so many men who like stockings and beautiful legs, I also want to
share my story with everyone. Maybe after reading this, you will think I am a slutty woman, but I don't care.
I am still a virgin. I like girls, and I want to find a girl who likes stockings to be my other
half. As for men, I just like to play with their penises and watch them ejaculate because of me.
I feel a kind of prank-like feeling, which is very happy.

You may think that my descriptions of sex in the article are too simple, but after all, I
am not a novel, but just recounting my own story. It is impossible to recall and describe the details. The main thing is
to write my story. You can imagine the specific details yourself.

My mother went abroad to develop when I was in elementary school, and only came back for a short period of time each year. My
father is a doctor. He has a good personality and is very devoted, so there is no danger of family breakdown. This
created a very good living environment for me. I have my own room, which is decorated beautifully. My mom always
brought me back lots of pretty clothes from abroad, especially stockings. That's why I've always loved
the close-fitting feel of stockings.

When I was in kindergarten, the boys' and girls' toilets weren't separated. So, when I went to the toilet, I often
saw boys using it too. I was always bothered by the difference between their lower bodies and mine. But when there were many people around, I
didn't dare ask. One time, it was my turn to clean with a boy. After school in the afternoon, the teacher had something to do and told us to clean up on
our own . There was no one else around. I saw him go to the toilet, so I followed him. When he started urinating
, I stood next to him watching, and he seemed a little shy.

I asked if I could touch it. He said yes. So, after he finished urinating, I touched his penis.
I felt it was a little hard. It was quite fun. But that was all at the time. Later,
in , the boys' and girls' toilets were separated, and I was too afraid to go to the boys' toilet. So, I didn't learn anything about sex in elementary school. However, computers started becoming available then, and my parents bought one for our home. Our
generation was naturally good at using computers, and soon, although my dad didn't know, I had found many pornographic websites
. But I still loved studying in elementary school and got into a good middle school.

My sexual happiness started by chance, in my second year of middle school. One day
during , I accidentally twisted my arm. That evening, I told my dad I wanted him to help me take a bath. My dad
didn't seem to notice anything particularly wrong. Because it was summer, he was only wearing beach shorts, shirtless, as
he bathed me. While bathing me, he naturally applied shower gel, which gave him the opportunity to fondle
my already developing breasts. And when I asked him to wash my lower body, I noticed his shorts were bulging after a while
. So I asked, "Dad, what's in your pants?" My dad smiled awkwardly and said
nothing. I persisted, telling him I could see. Dad absolutely refused. I cried and fussed. Finally, Dad had no
choice but to tell me, "You can't tell anyone!" I agreed. So Dad took off his pants. It was the first time I'd ever seen
an erect penis. Dad told me some things about male sex. I asked Dad, "Can I touch it?"
Dad initially disagreed, but I knew he could
n't he agreed. I reached out and grasped Dad's penis. I slowly stroked it up and down. Dad took a deep breath,
looking like he was enjoying it. But after a short while, Dad regained his senses and rationally said it was okay.
Of course, didn't want to let go of this hard-won opportunity, so I vigorously rubbed Dad's penis. I heard Dad say no more,
and at the same time, his body suddenly recoiled. I clearly saw a stream of white liquid
spurt , splashing onto my face and body. It was my first time touching a man's semen, and I noticed a faint fishy smell,
but I didn't dislike it. Dad kept apologizing. He quickly put on his pants, helped me shower, dry me off, and dressed
me . For the next few days, my father was always very embarrassed around me.

I didn't want things to continue like this. So I used the family computer to search for a lot of information about sex online. The
more I read, the more I found men's penises really interesting. However, I also began to discover that I was a lesbian. Of course,
this self-narration mainly focuses on how to manipulate men, so I won't write about my girlfriend. As my
understanding of sex deepened, I realized why my stockings sometimes had white spots—
it was traces of my father's semen left on them after masturbating. I observed
my father discreetly for a while. I discovered that often after I showered, my father would masturbate with my stockings and underwear while showering
. This excited me greatly. Every night, I constantly thought about these lewd images and my father's penis.
However, at that time, I didn't know how to masturbate. Finally, one night, after my father finished showering, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and took out my stockings before he put
his clothes in the washing machine. Sure enough, there were still traces and
smells of semen on them. I went to the living room, where Dad was. He shuddered when he saw what I was holding. I
cut to the chase. Finally, Dad admitted he'd been using my clothes to fantasize about my body and masturbate,
releasing his unfulfilled desires. I gently told him I understood. He apologized profusely. I told
him not to feel guilty; it was normal for men. Then I asked, "Can I relieve
your desires instead of Mommy's?" Dad was shocked and immediately objected.

I knew Mommy could go out without worry because Daddy was a principled man who
wouldn't do anything reckless. I liked that about him. So I further told him I had a strong
sexual curiosity and, if possible, I wanted to learn about sex while engaging in sexual games.

If I couldn't find a suitable outlet, I might play with other boys. Dad panicked, unsure
what to do. So I said, "How about this: I'll help you ejaculate every day, and you let me play with your penis and
teach me about sex, okay?" I told him I had my limits and wouldn't agree to him taking my virginity.
I wanted to use my hands or some other method. I also hoped my dad could guide me. Finally, my dad agreed to try it temporarily.

I was so happy and said, "Let's do it now!" Besides, my dad's penis was already erect and waiting for me.
That night, it was my first time giving oral sex. Because I said I wanted to try something different, my dad had to tell me
about oral sex. Although I had seen it online before, I still thought it was quite fun. When my dad's penis
went in and out of my mouth, I felt so excited. After a while, I spat out my dad's penis and asked, "
Can you ejaculate in my mouth this time? I want to taste the semen."

My dad hugged me tightly and said, "I love you so much, my good daughter. I'll
satisfy whatever you want." So I took my dad's penis into my mouth again and started stroking it. Finally, I felt the glans swell up again
, and then a slippery, slightly salty liquid entered my mouth. I spat out the penis, smacked
my lips , and swallowed the semen in front of my dad. Although it didn't taste good, for some reason, I
didn't dislike it at all.

For the next week, my dad and I kept trying different methods. Every morning, he would make me ejaculate
before he got up for work. He also gave me the websites on his computer. In my free time, I would browse
all sorts of pornographic websites and download AVs to watch. I really envied those AV actresses; they could
play with so many people and make so many men ejaculate because of them. At night, I couldn't wait to play with my dad's penis and try
all sorts of sexual things.

A week later, my dad and I talked again. He abandoned his previous bottom line and agreed to
guide me in sexual matters. I told him that as long as it wasn't penetrated into my vagina and didn't cause any harm to my body through SM, I was willing to try
anything . At the same time, my dad and I decided to basically not wear clothes at home. I would only wear pantyhose or
stockings, which was what my dad wanted. My dad told me that he was a foot fetishist and a stocking fetishist, and that women's stockings
could greatly excite him. From then until I graduated from junior high school and entered high school, I
grew up under my dad's caresses. Also, whenever we had a good idea, we would record it with a video camera to keep
as a memento .

During this time, I slept in the same bed as my father. Every morning, he would wait until I sucked his
penis and ejaculated in my mouth before getting up, and then he would urinate in my mouth. He would also drink
the urine I had stored up overnight, pressing his mouth against my genitals. I realized this was a way for men to declare their possession of women. After
breakfast, we would go to work or school. When I came home in the evening, I would eagerly take off all my clothes, leaving only my stockings. When my father
came home

he would take off all his clothes, his large penis dangling in front of me. After we finished eating, when I went to wash the dishes, my father would usually rub his penis against my stockinged
buttocks or thighs from behind, massaging my breasts and clitoris. Then we would shower together.
He would massage my breasts and face with his penis, and I would help him wash his genitals. Sometimes my father couldn't help but ejaculate,
and I would use the semen to wash my hair. My father would also use his hands or mouth to help me achieve a more pleasurable sensation. Then we would
go back to our respective rooms. I would do my homework, and my father would do other things. Then we would fall asleep in each other's arms, and Dad would
place between my legs or on my discarded stockings.

Every weekend, Dad would make me wear sexy stockings and give him a fuck, then he would ejaculate on my
legs. We also watched AVs together, learning all sorts of positions. So at that time, apart from still being
a virgin, my body was tainted by his penis and semen.

On the night of celebrating my first day of high school, Dad and I tried anal sex. We soaked
together a while to relax. Then Dad applied Vaseline to his penis and slowly
applied some to my anus with his fingers. I held onto the windowsill, and Dad slowly inserted his penis into my anus from behind.
It hurt so much! But in order to complete various sexual methods, I tried my best to endure it.

Unlike what was described in novels, there was no orgasm; for more than 10 minutes, I only felt pain. But Dad said it was
indeed very tight, and he ejaculated in my rectum, which was what I asked for. In this way, Dad
possessed every other part of my body except my vagina. I'll save my vagina for the stocking-clad girl I like in the future. This was also my
only experience with anal sex, because I know it's very bad for a woman's body, so I won't do it again.
This was just an experiment to try out different sexual positions.

Later, in high school, my body was fully developed. Looking at my mature and
perfect , I was incredibly happy. I wanted to become a
beautiful woman who could manipulate men, making them lose their minds and die from exhaustion because of me (hehe, that's a bit of an exaggeration). That would be truly satisfying! Of course, I
wasn't satisfied with just playing with my dad anymore. I wanted to play with more penises. So, my target naturally shifted
to the boys and teachers at school. Luckily, before that, I discovered my
pleasure on the bus.

I took the bus to and from school, always during rush hour. I was always squeezed in the crowd. But
gradually, perhaps people's thoughts became less innocent, and there were men on the bus who would grope women. Actually,
I hoped to encounter such a person. Of course, there are many novels depicting such scenes. Every time I read one,
I fantasized about encountering such a good thing. So I always went to school without underwear, only wearing flesh-colored pantyhose. My skirts couldn't
be too short , because I had to be mindful of the school; I usually wore knee-length skirts.

However, I preferred sneakers—they were comfortable and didn't cause calluses; I wanted to protect my beautiful feet.

After waiting for over a month, this wonderful thing finally happened. One day on my way to school, as
usual squeezed into the group of younger, handsome men on the bus and waited patiently. Suddenly,
I felt someone touch my buttocks. I was secretly pleased, but pretended not to notice, though I
glanced over. Thankfully, it was a rather handsome college-aged boy.

Although I wouldn't mind helping a man ejaculate, I still hoped he was good-looking. I
had ; it was more satisfying to see a handsome guy fall. So I decided to give him a little encouragement. Taking advantage of the bus
braking, I deliberately pressed my buttocks against his groin. Sure enough, I felt he was already hard.

I was so happy; it was also a confirmation of my own charm. Soon, his hand started touching my
bottom again, and I wiggled while actually matching his movements. He probably noticed, and began to act more freely.
He moved on to the next step. He slowly lifted my skirt and touched my pantyhose. I could feel
his surprise at that. Then, when he realized I wasn't wearing underwear, his breathing suddenly became heavy,
and I felt him pull out his penis and press it against my thigh. Although I wanted to
guide , I decided to let him have his way for now. Finally, he thrust his penis between my legs, then
reached his hand under my clothes and began to knead my breasts. So stimulating. I felt
a heat in my lower body, and my breasts were being stimulated; it felt so good. After
a throbbing in my genitals, and at the same time, I felt my pantyhose getting wet. I knew he had ejaculated. After he finished cleaning up,
I turned around and whispered in his ear, "It felt good, didn't it? It's okay, I'm glad I helped you come."
Then I got off at my stop, and he followed. I knew he wanted to take things further. I clearly
told him that there was no possibility of the relationship he desired. However, I wouldn't object if it was just playing around on the train.

He was very happy to hear that.

For a long time afterward, he would time his rides to be on the same bus as me. We came up with an easy way: during
that period, I wore skirts with zippers in the back. Every time we played together, I could just unzip the skirt, and he
could easily insert his penis between my legs. After each time, the semen on my inner thighs would make
me very excited. Occasionally, we would make plans to go shopping on weekends, but it wasn't a relationship; I just wanted some
exciting experiences. He would buy me clothes and stockings, and I didn't ask for anything more. He would also treat me to
meals or movies. When I had the chance, I would give him oral sex and drink his semen. He always said he wanted to
marry me, but I told him it was impossible. I was a lesbin, just playing around, and I liked making men
ejaculate .

Of course, at school, I was also actively looking for people I could play with. Our English teacher was
a handsome young man who had just graduated from the foreign language institute. He often played basketball with us boys, and I
knew he liked looking at my legs. So I thought maybe I could also have a chance to play with the teacher.

One Friday afternoon, school let out early. As the English class representative, I went to the English teacher's office to help him grade papers.
As usual, I wasn't wearing underwear, and anticipating some progress, I
had , opting for more conspicuous black stockings. Only the two of us were in the office. I
sat opposite the teacher with my back to the door. A moment later, I heard a slight zipper sound, and I knew immediately that the teacher had quietly
taken out his penis. I glanced over; the teacher wasn't sitting upright grading papers, but leaning back in his chair. I knew
from this angle he could see my stockinged legs. So, I deliberately kicked off one shoe, crossed my
bare, stockinged foot, and swung it back and forth. I could see the teacher's left hand stroking his penis.
To do this in such a sacred place as the school, in front of his own student, without any regard for morality—I felt incredibly bold and
excited, and also pleased with my own allure. The desk wasn't wide; if I slightly straightened my crossed leg, I
was only a few centimeters from the teacher's engorged glans. Just when I felt the time was almost right, I
casually straightened my leg. Sure enough, as expected, the teacher couldn't withstand such intense stimulation, and his semen
gushed out. Large drops of milky white semen landed on my calf; it was impossible not to feel it.
The teacher panicked. I could have pretended not to notice, but my goal today was to turn the teacher into my
toy, so I immediately pulled my leg back, looked at it, and asked, "Teacher, what happened?"
The teacher blushed and stammered. I seized the opportunity and said, "Teacher, I've noticed you keep looking at my legs,
why ?" The teacher was still at a loss. I further asked, "Does Teacher like my stockinged feet?" "
Yes," he finally answered. So I told him, "I like Teacher very much too, but we can't do it.
If Teacher can promise not to touch me, and I can decide, I can play with Teacher, but Teacher, you have to
love me well." The teacher couldn't believe it at first, but when he realized it was true, he was overjoyed
. Impatient, he asked directly, "Can I play a little more today?" So, after he locked the office door,
I sat down next to him, took off my shoes, and put them in his lap. He excitedly kissed my feet, then
pulled one of my feet to massage his penis. Because I had done this many times with my father before, I skillfully teased
his penis. After a while, the teacher stood up, put my feet together, and began
to thrust in and out like a vagina. Finally, after a burst of intense friction, a stream of semen shot out from the glans between my legs.
I knew he would ejaculate on me in that position, but I didn't avoid it. Because it would
n't be , and I wanted the teacher to see such a lewd scene to further stimulate his nerves. Then, I
deliberately squatted down in front of the teacher, and when he didn't expect it, I took his already limp penis into my mouth, grinning
and saying, "You're done already? I want to play a little more!" The teacher immediately became energetic again, and I felt
his penis quickly grow bigger and harder in my mouth. So I started giving him oral sex, wanting to taste what his semen was like
. A few minutes later, he ejaculated in my mouth. We cleaned up, ending our first
time together.

After that, until the college entrance exam in my senior year of high school, I went to his place every Saturday afternoon for English tutoring. Although there were
many other students tutoring with him, it was free for me. After each session, I would pretend to have
questions and stay behind to help him ejaculate once or twice. I usually wore clothes that were easy to take off. The teacher
also liked stockings and beautiful legs; he liked to have me wear only pantyhose and then insert his penis into my
inner thighs on the bed, thrusting like during sex. Sometimes we also tried breast sex. By then, I was quite developed,
and because my breasts were constantly massaged, I had a C-cup.

The teacher often ejaculated on my chest and then smeared his semen evenly on my breasts.

Besides the teacher, I discovered that there were other people in my class who liked my stockings and beautiful legs and had impure thoughts about me. He was in
the same group next to me, sitting in the fourth row like me. I noticed that he always looked at my beautiful legs intentionally or unintentionally.
Because he was good-looking and did well in school, I wanted to make him my toy.

One Friday after school, I got home and realized I'd forgotten some textbooks at school, so I had to go back to get them.

Luckily, it wasn't far from home. Instead of going to the gatehouse for the key, I thought I could see if I could just go in.
There were still students studying in the classroom, and the boys would play basketball until late, but that day it was a bit gloomy and rainy, so
there weren't many people in the school building. When I arrived at the back door of the classroom, I first looked through the window, and that's when the real show began.

I saw him standing in front of my desk, holding my water bottle, one
of those wide-mouthed, opaque juice bottles. His penis was going in and out of the bottle opening. He was raping my bottle
while calling my name. Finally, he ejaculated all over my bottle. I thought for a moment, then retreated to the stairwell
, pretending to have just arrived, and knocked on the front door of the classroom, asking, "Is anyone home?" He opened the door, and when he saw me,
his face immediately burned. I deliberately asked, "What's wrong? Why is your face so red?" He quickly said it was because he had just finished playing
basketball and felt too hot. While chatting with him, I took out my books, then deliberately took out my water bottle to drink some water. He
immediately became nervous, hesitant to speak. Right in front of him, I drank the entire contents of the bottle, including
the liquid he had ejaculated inside. He stared, dumbfounded. I deliberately said, "Why are you staring at me like that? Do you like me?"
He stammered, unsure how to answer.

After that day, I deliberately left a pair of shoes and some stockings on the counter at school to lure him in.
Sure enough, soon after, he was always the last to go home. Needless to say, I always
found perfect. Finally, one Friday evening, I decided to catch him red-handed and force him
to become my toy.

I stayed until it was just the two of us, then pretended to go home, but secretly unlocked the back door.
A few minutes later, I quietly went to the back door, and as expected, he had already started: I saw him take out
the stockings I had left and slowly wrap them around his erect penis, one layer at a time, while he held the other and kissed it passionately,
his other hand constantly stroking it. As I watched, I touched my own genitals, enjoying the stimulation before me. When I felt it was about time
, I suddenly pushed open the back door. He froze, and due to the stimulation, he started ejaculating right in
front of me, his penis covered by my stockings, and he was holding another one in his hand.

I pretended to be very angry and asked him what he wanted. "I'm going to report him to the school and expel him!" Hearing this, he
panicked and didn't know what to do. After a period of silence, he begged me not to tell anyone, saying he
would do anything . I asked, "Okay, tell me why you're doing this." He immediately
told me everything about his feelings for me, his fantasies about girls' beautiful legs, and his interest in stockings. After he finished speaking, I waved the MP3 player in my hand
and told him that I had recorded it, and this was the evidence! He immediately felt despair. I seized the opportunity and said,
"As long as you listen to me from now on and don't tell anyone, I'll do whatever I ask!" He hurriedly agreed.

So I said, "Take off your pants and sit on the ground!" He wanted to object, but seeing my eyes, he had no choice but
to comply. I said, "Since you like it so much, I'll reward you." I took off one shoe and
gently placed my foot, clad in cute pink stockings, on his penis. He looked at me in surprise, and his penis quickly grew
larger. My foot skillfully played with his genitals, and soon, lacking experience, he ejaculated again, covering my entire
foot in semen. He hurriedly said, "I'm sorry!"

I told him I would punish him by forcing him to masturbate in front of me, but perhaps due to nervousness, he
didn't ejaculate for half an hour. I grew impatient, grabbed his penis from behind, and used all my techniques.
Finally, after two minutes, he ejaculated. I felt it was enough, so I took off the stockings and gave them to him, ordering him to put them
on his penis and not take them off even after arriving home, except when showering.

After that, I would play with his penis for a while every day after school, and I could only stop after watching him ejaculate three times.
However, I couldn't show him my lecherous side, so we always used Foojob. This only
showed that I enjoyed playing with men, or perhaps I had some sadistic tendencies. He seemed to gradually develop
masochistic ; the more intense I was with him, the more exciting he found it. Later, we gradually changed it to twice a day, mainly
because he could last longer each time, and three times was too time-consuming. Also, every day I made him put my stockings
on his penis and take them home. Most nights before bed, he would come again, then wash and dry them before returning them to me the next day. It
was very exciting.

After graduation, when we met again, without the constraints of school, I told him that as a reward for his performance over the past two years,
I could give him oral sex to make him feel good. He was incredibly moved. That day, he specially booked a
hotel room, and we spent the whole afternoon there. His penis went in and out of my mouth, and I don't know
how many times , but I swallowed it all. When it was time to leave, he told me he had always loved me, but I clearly
told him it was impossible and left. However, we still kept in touch on QQ. I knew he hadn't had a
girlfriend , apparently because many girls couldn't understand his foot fetish.

During the summer vacation after my first year of high school, my younger brother stayed with me for a month. He's 176cm tall, likes fitness but
is rather introverted, and quite handsome. He used to say things like he wanted to marry me when he grew up
. Although I always wanted to play with his penis, I knew that would only cause problems between relatives, so
I couldn't be too obvious. Unlike my dad and me, no one would know behind closed doors.

Besides, given my brother's personality, he wouldn't actively ask me to do fun things. So I came up with
a plan. Every day during the day, I would deliberately play games that required exercise with him, or simply drag him running or
swimming. This meant he had to shower. Every time I exercised, I wore sexy stockings. I would shower first,
leaving my underwear and stockings in a very conspicuous place in the bathroom to entice him. After showering, I would dress very
lightly , sometimes even without underwear, just wearing a t-shirt and pacing around in front of him, making him unsure where to
look. Then I would let him shower. The first two times were fine, but then I discovered he started masturbating with my underwear and stockings
. However, he didn't dare ejaculate on them. A few days later, he went to take a shower as usual, but
I had drawn the shower curtain beforehand, meaning he would have nowhere to hide if I went in. While he was halfway through his shower
, I pretended to have a stomachache and asked him to open the door to use the bathroom. He couldn't resist my persistent pleading and opened the door, but since he was wearing a towel
around his waist , his attempt failed. So I had to try another method. I deliberately forgot to bring my underwear and asked him
to get them for me. I specifically chose a set of pink lace underwear to tease this virgin. When he knocked on the door asking me
to get them , I said I was drying my hair and asked him to come in and put it on the hanger. But I didn't close the shower curtain!
The moment he came in, he saw his sister's sexy figure and firm breasts, and his face turned bright red. I deliberately said coquettishly,
"What are you looking at, you little pervert!" My brother immediately left. At other times, I didn't wear underwear at all; not
wearing panties was inappropriate, so I just let it go. Then I often deliberately exposed myself for my brother to see. I knew he needed to relieve himself several times
a day in the bathroom using my clothes. Later, I told my dad I wanted to play with my brother's penis
and taste his semen. My dad agreed and bought me sleeping pills. One noon, I secretly added sleeping pills to my brother's
lunch , and he fell asleep soon after. I twisted him hard, but there was no reaction. So
I pulled down his pants, took out his penis, and started stroking it. I applied some lubricant to my hand and kept
playing with my brother's penis. Soon, his penis stood erect, measuring about 15cm, which
was okay. Then I started giving him oral sex until he ejaculated completely into my mouth, finding it even fishier than my dad's semen.
Then, before he woke up, I greedily did it again.

But I also wanted him to take the initiative this time, so that he would always remember his sister and completely fall into
the vortex of sex. So I asked my dad to buy the kind of drug that could increase a man's libido, and added it to my brother's milk during breakfast
. Dad went to work. He set up the video camera for me, planning to watch it when he came back that night. To
further stimulate my brother's libido and make him do something wrong, I deliberately wore a pink tight-fitting t-shirt that day
, without a bra or underwear, just a white short skirt, paired with pink
fishnet stockings, looking extremely sexy. About an hour after breakfast, I noticed that my brother's lower body started to get erect.
After Dad went to work, I started to plan how my brother would release his desire. I wouldn't take him
out today, so I wouldn't have to shower.

I didn't want him to release his desire on the clothes I had taken off. I came up with a good game
to play with my brother. The game's rules were simple: one person was blindfolded, and another person gave them something. The person
first tried to identify it by touch with
their
feet; if they couldn't guess, they used their hands, and if that didn't work, their mouth. If they still couldn't guess, they lost. I initially wanted to suggest the loser take off some clothes, but I thought I shouldn't be too forward to avoid arousing suspicion; my younger brother had to suggest it, but he didn't have the courage. Finally,
when it was my turn to guess, my feet, clad in pink fishnet stockings, touched a hot, hard penis.
Even though I was blindfolded, I could imagine my brother's lewd posture. Having had
experience with footjobs with my father, I skillfully teased my brother's penis with my feet. He breathed heavily, enjoying it. I
pretended not to know what it was, but continued to tease him with my feet. Finally, his penis gave out, and he said,
"Try touching it with your hands," as he temporarily removed his feet. I knew he had ejaculated. But my brother was
young and under the influence of aphrodisiacs, so his penis wasn't fully erect. He pulled my hand to his penis and began to stroke it slowly with his hand. However, because he was afraid of being discovered, he wouldn't
let my hand touch his testicles, so I couldn't go any further with his genitals. But with
the lubrication from his pre-ejaculate and my soft hands, I quickly felt him about to ejaculate again.
My brother instinctively tried to pull away, but I held his penis firmly. Saying, "I'm almost there," I
quickened my pace, thrusting all the way in each time. Suddenly, his penis stiffened for a moment, then began to throb. Taking advantage of
this leaned in. Saying, "Hands won't work, I'll try with my mouth," I took his still-erect
penis into my mouth and began to suckle. Feeling it was about time, I feigned innocence and asked, "Was it
a rubber tube with water added?" Now, whenever I think about it, I can't help but laugh. After saying that, I started
to take off my blindfold, and my brother, seeing this, quickly pulled his still-throbbing penis back into his pants. That's how the morning ended.
But this was somewhat of my own doing.

After lunch, of course, I added aphrodisiac to his food, and then I made an excuse to take a nap and went back to my
room. However, I didn't completely close the door, leaving it ajar. Then, as I "slept" and
turned over, my sexy, panty-free genitals were exposed. Sure enough,
after pretending to knock, my brother came in. He brought his head close to my lower body, looking carefully.

Then he gently touched my labia with his hand. He didn't penetrate. That wouldn't satisfy his penis.
My brother stood at the foot of the bed, positioned perfectly around my stockinged feet. He pressed his penis against my feet and
gently rubbed it. After a long while, my younger brother, emboldened, stood beside me. Just by smell and sound, I
knew his penis was right next to my face. He whispered, "Sister, you're so beautiful, so sexy,
I love you so much," while masturbating against my pretty face. Finally, this time he boldly ejaculated directly onto
my face. Now, I couldn't wake up now. My face felt covered in slippery semen. A moment later, my
brother brought a warm towel and gently wiped it off. He was quite gentle. So I decided it was about time to get up. I
pretended to be about to wake up, and my brother slipped out of my room. But he didn't seem to have enough, so I deliberately
said, "Go get me a glass of milk." Through my bedroom door, I could see into the kitchen. Sure enough,
as agreed, he ejaculated again into my glass, then mixed the semen with the milk. When he brought it
to me, I was so happy. My brother finally knew how to defile the girl he liked. I
drank every last drop of his milk and semen in front of him , even saying it tasted good.

For the last two days, my brother tried everything to get me to drink his semen a few more times, and each time I pretended to be oblivious
and accepted it all . I even teased him, saying, "Am I pretty? Will you marry me?" Every time,
he would blush. Later I found out that since that summer, he had truly fallen in love with me and
had lost interest in other girls. Once, I went to his house by chance, and when he wasn't there, I secretly read his
diary. It was full of longing and affection for me, as well as many sexual fantasies about me. I was so happy. Of course,
after that , whenever he had the chance, he would try to get me to drink his semen or ejaculate on my clothes. Okay,
that's the end of my brother's story for now.

As for the college student I met on the bus, he only played around with me for a year before graduating and going to another...
In that city, we didn't... (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and fragmented, possibly

from different sources . ) 　　Facing me, one of them said, "Um, sister..." I deliberately said, "What's up, handsome?" They all blushed immediately. Now my psychological advantage was even more obvious. 　　However, it was my first time playing with a group of people, and I felt a little excited and my heart was pounding. I continued to provoke them : "So what's the matter with you guys hitting on me?" They stammered for a long time before I realized they had seen me playing with that college student in the car. So I pretended not to know and asked, "What game?" They hesitated for a while before finally saying, "It's that one where they play with a penis..." So I asked directly, "You guys want to play too?" Immediately, all four of them fell silent. I deliberately said, "Oh, you don't want to play? Never mind then , I was actually thinking of playing a little." Upon hearing this, they hurriedly said, "No, no, we want to play, but we don't know how to say it, this..." I looked at the four big boys blushing and laughed so hard. So I said, "Why don't you just imitate whatever you see?" Don't be too nervous (I know that if you're nervous, you won't get an erection, and that won't be fun). So the four of them slowly started to move. I think men might have psychological barriers to playing sex games in front of others, but they were too shy to approach me alone, so I took the initiative. I reached down to the crotch of the boy , found the zipper on his jeans, and unzipped it. He seemed very restrained, but his eyes revealed a look of desire. I tried to take out his penis, but partly because of his pants, and partly because he was already fully erect, it took me a long time to get it out. I stroked it up and down with my hand, rubbing the glans against my skirt. The other three finally let go and took out their penises. The one behind me pressed his penis against my buttocks and rubbed it hard, while the two on either side pressed against my body. One of them boldly pulled my other hand and placed it on his penis. I smiled slightly at him, and he blushed. Being pressed so tightly against me actually gave me a kind of pleasure. But since they were inexperienced, they soon ejaculated, all of it on my skirt . That day I was wearing a blue midi skirt, and unfortunately, it was still quite noticeable. One of the boys was quite attentive and quickly took out a napkin to wipe it for me. The others saw this and hurriedly followed suit; although the marks were still visible, it was much better. Afterwards, perhaps feeling guilty, they decided to get off the bus. Before getting off, the more attentive boy leaned close to my ear and said, "I'm sorry, thank you." I was quite touched, and suddenly felt an obligation to help those boys who couldn't find a place to ejaculate, to give them a pleasant memory of their adolescence; I could lend them my body. 　　After that, until I went to university, I would occasionally encounter them on the bus. It wasn't always all four of them together, but we always had a lot of fun. They also...

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