Autumn Chrysanthemum's Heart

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Sighing at the infinite beauty of the setting sun, I realize that its descent is merely a step towards dusk. Since junior high, I've always been filled with curiosity about sex. While others were engrossed in romance novels by Qiong Yao, I was solely devoted to translated foreign romance novels. Foreign authors have an open style and delicate writing, especially in their descriptions of sex, which, though subtle, vividly portray the passion of the encounters. Each time I came to my senses after reading an exciting part, I realized I was already soaking wet. I got my first period in the second semester of junior high. One time after my period ended, while showering, I vigorously rubbed my genitals to clean them. Unexpectedly, a strange, incredibly comfortable feeling arose from there, spreading throughout my body. This feeling grew stronger and stronger, making it impossible for me to remove my hand. Instead, I rubbed even harder. Soon, the comfort reached its peak; my body felt like it was floating on clouds, every pore immersed in extreme pleasure. I sat exhausted in the bathtub. I don't know how much time passed before the comfortable feeling slowly faded and I woke up from the dream. I never knew the human body could have such amazing sensations! At that time, I didn't know this was masturbation; I only learned about it later from reading books. After that, I became obsessed with masturbation. I masturbated almost every day, sometimes as many as seven or eight times a day. Sometimes it was in bed at home, sometimes in the bathroom; sometimes in class (you might think this is impossible, but it's true). Sometimes, to avoid being noticed, I would ask the teacher for permission to do it in the toilet. I remember once I was watching TV at home. It was a foreign romance film, and it happened to be showing the male and female leads caressing each other, kissing, and making love in bed. Although nothing was shown, the sounds excited me, and I felt my whole body getting hot. I tiptoed to the kitchen, grabbed an eggplant, and went to the bathroom. I took off my underwear, spread my labia, and ah, my vagina was already impatient, eagerly opening wide. I first rubbed my clitoris with my hand. Ah, it felt so good, so stimulating! I had an orgasm in no time. Using the vaginal fluid that flowed out, I slowly inserted the eggplant into my vagina. Ah, it was even more stimulating. I kept rotating it, going in and out repeatedly. Ah, I excitedly put one leg on the bathtub, and kept kneading my clitoris with one hand. Soon, I felt my vagina getting impatient again, and streams of love fluid burst out like surging waves. I sped up my thrusting, bringing me to orgasm again and again. I felt weak all over. From my thighs down, I couldn't feel anything else due to the stimulation of pleasure. I couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed onto the toilet. The eggplant was still inside my vagina, with only the tip showing. My entire genitals were bright red, and my small labia were opening and closing. My pubic hair was completely soaked, whether with water or love fluid, and I lay limply on my snow-white abdomen. I remember once on a bus, I was so engrossed in reading that I actually put my hand under my skirt and started masturbating. Because I was in such a state of heightened arousal, I quickly reached orgasm. Luckily, the bus wasn't crowded, and I was sitting in the last row, so I'm sure no one noticed. But the thrill of doing it secretly and being afraid of being discovered still lingers in my memory. Despite my fascination with this, I've never actually seen a man's genitals. Sometimes when I go swimming, seeing the bulge under a man's sexy swim trunks always sparks endless fantasies. But I never imagined I'd actually have the chance to see what I longed to see. It was a day during summer vacation. I went to school alone and happened to run into Teacher Wang, who was on duty. She asked me to take out the trash. Our school was planning to build a playground, so a large patch of grass behind the classrooms had become a garbage dump. I walked to the edge of the grass and was about to throw away the trash when I suddenly heard a groan. I thought I must have misheard, but then another groan entered my ears, which aroused my curiosity. I followed the source of the sound and secretly parted the thick grass in the summer to take a look. That's when I realized why there was such a sound. It turned out that a pair of students were doing *that*. The boy looked familiar, but I didn't know which class he was from. The girl was Wang Dan from Class 3(2). The boy's actions became bolder and bolder. First, his hands kept moving all over her body. Then one hand was already attacking her skirt. The other hand was not idle either, and he kept rubbing her breasts. Judging from her expression, she seemed to be very experienced. She kept groaning in coordination with his hand movements. Maybe they thought no one would come here because the school was on vacation, so they were so bold? The boy's hand was inside her skirt. From my angle, I couldn't see what was inside, but I could clearly see the skirt moving up and down, so I guessed he was using his fingers. Looking down from the skirt, her underwear was already pulled down to her calves, but she hadn't taken it off. Although her figure wasn't fully developed, her legs were truly beautiful. Just as I was marveling at those beautiful legs, the girl suddenly screamed, bringing me back to my senses. I turned my attention back to their actions. It seemed the boy couldn't take it anymore. He first put those beautiful legs on his shoulders, then quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Wow, this is the first time I've ever seen a guy's penis in person. His head is constantly moving, seemingly searching for the best entry point. His glans is red and his penis is thick. I never expected this guy, who looks so unremarkable on the outside, to have such a magnificent thing inside. Suddenly, I felt my underwear getting wet. I couldn't take it anymore; my juices were flowing freely. My hands were beyond my control; they instinctively lifted my skirt and started to penetrate. Meanwhile, on the other side, the girl's screams turned into heavy breathing and moaning. The guy was holding her legs, thrusting back and forth repeatedly. It looked like he had penetrated her. The girl's expression was becoming increasingly ecstatic, yet she continued to gasp and scream. It was impossible to tell if she was in pain or pleasure. The guy, however, was clearly trying his best to make her... She was satisfied, and her waist movements became faster and faster. I couldn't tell if the boy was moving in and out in sync with the girl's moans, or if the girl was panting as she thrust in and out in sync with the boy's thrusts. I wasn't idle either; three fingers were fully inserted, and I was also thrusting in and out. But I couldn't make any noise like the girl, or I might be discovered. I kept listening to the girl's screams and panting, while the boy continued to thrust in and out. My fingers were moving faster and faster, and it seemed like all three of us would reach orgasm at the same time. Suddenly, the boy groaned, and I saw him quickly pull his penis out, while still stroking it with his hand. Milky white fluid spurted from the head of his penis. The girl also looked ecstatic. My actions stopped when they were tidying up each other's clothes. I quickly straightened my skirt and quietly left. This was the first time I had ever witnessed something like this. To be honest, I really wanted to take a few more glances, but I was worried they would notice me. After all, I had never done this with a man before, so I hurried home. I don't know if it was excitement, nervousness, or the running, but I felt my face burning. My mind was filled with images of the couple making love, especially the man's magnificent weapon... Lying in bed, I was still replaying the scene in my mind. I couldn't hold back any longer. I took off my panties and shirt, only to find that my body was already eagerly wet. I reached between my legs, and my private parts were overflowing with moisture.
I moistened my fingers with the vaginal fluid and began to stroke my clitoris, fantasizing about a man's magnificent penis thrusting rapidly inside my vagina. Waves of pleasure washed over me, impacting my body and mind. The overwhelming pleasure made me moan uncontrollably. I felt my uterus contracting repeatedly. I increased the pressure of my hand and quickened the frequency of my circular motions on my clitoris, finally reaching orgasm as if I were about to faint. In the afterglow of my climax, I carefully admired my body. Before my period, my chest was flat, and I was only 147 cm tall. Six months later, my breasts were full and firm, and I had grown to 160 cm tall with fair and rosy skin. Later, I learned from books that this was all due to masturbation, because masturbation stimulates the secretion of estrogen. Because my lower back and abdomen involuntarily tense up during masturbation orgasms, my abdomen is flat and smooth, my waist is slender, and my legs are proportionally long and well-proportioned. The only thing I'm unhappy about is that I seem to have too much pubic hair; even when I wear underwear, some of it is still visible. I always have to trim it with scissors before going swimming before I dare to put on my swimsuit. People say that men with more facial hair have a stronger sex drive, and women with more pubic hair have a stronger sex drive. I don't know if that's true, but it seems quite accurate for me. A year later, I was lucky enough to get into a teacher's college, and with my looks, I quickly became the target of boys' pursuit. However, most of the boys were either boring or lustful, trying to get you into bed and then kicking you aside to pursue other girls. Plus, the handsome boys made me feel completely insecure, so although many people pursued me, I remained single. On Sundays, when I have nothing to do, I like to go shopping alone, often visiting bookstalls hoping to "find a treasure" (at school, I only see dry, worn-out textbooks all day, and it's rare to find books describing sex; even if other students have them, they're unwilling to let me read them, so I have to go out and find them myself). Once, while browsing at a bookstall, I came across a copy of *Lady Chatterley's Lover*. The erotic descriptions in the book aroused me greatly, and I became very aroused. I read for a long time, forgetting to put it down. Then, the bookstall owner pulled a book out from under the table and handed it to me, saying, "I have a good book here, would you like to take a look?" I was startled because I was so engrossed in the erotic descriptions that I was afraid he would notice. I quickly closed the book and took it without thinking. The cover was blank. Opening the first page, I saw the title was *The Memoirs of Manna*. As I read on, I was stunned by the contents—extremely detailed descriptions of sex. I quickly browsed a few pages, among which were several color pictures of naked men and women having sex, their genitals clearly visible. It was the first time I'd ever seen such descriptions and pictures, and I felt my face flush and my heart race. I quickly put the book on the table, grabbed my bag, and rushed out of the bookstore. Back in my dorm, my roommates were all out, so I threw my bag on the bed and collapsed onto it, feeling utterly exhausted. The pictures and those moving stories kept replaying in my mind, and I started to feel wet down there again. I thought, "If only I had bought that book, I could have read it more carefully." I rolled over, intending to rub my genitals, when my elbow brushed against my bag. I felt something extra inside. I opened the bag, and there was a book—"Manna's Memoirs"! My God!!! My mouth dropped open, my heart pounding. The bookstore owner must have put it in my bag when I wasn't looking! I eagerly opened the book and started masturbating, looking at the contents and pictures. I parted my labia with my hands, revealing a vulva already damp with vaginal fluid. My fingers began to rub my clitoris, each rub sending waves of intense pleasure through my genitals. As I rubbed, I imagined myself as the heroine in the book, a man's magnificent penis penetrating my vagina. Soon, a surge of intense pleasure overwhelmed my entire body. I tried to straighten my body to savor this incredible sensation—a feeling of floating on clouds, unparalleled comfort, indescribable. The orgasm lasted for over ten minutes before gradually subsiding. I quickly wiped my vulva and the fluid that had seeped onto the sheets with toilet paper, then hid the book in the closet. Later, I learned that the book was "The Heart of a Young Girl." Looking back now, this book has profoundly influenced my life, teaching me how to make my youth more meaningful. If I were to read this book in my old age, my youth already gone, that would be truly tragic! (I have always treasured this book and am generously sharing it with you along with my story, hoping it will bring you more enjoyment.) When I opened the book a second time, I found a note tucked inside that read: "Come to me if you need anything!" I knew it was from the bookstore owner. Although I always hoped a man would truly want me, I never went to him. Sometimes, when I was overcome with lust, I would masturbate. Until a month later, I met my first boyfriend—Hai. I met Hai at a class social event. At first, when he invited me to dance, I didn't have a strong impression of him, but he was humorous and gentlemanly, unlike some boys who were just looking to take advantage of me. After dancing a few slow dances, I started to like him, and then we started dating. From holding hands to kissing, we also had further physical contact. One Saturday night, we went to the school's small garden. As soon as we entered and saw no one was around, we started kissing and caressing each other. I don't know why, but my libido was particularly strong that day. When Hai made his move, I buried my head in his chest and didn't say anything, which I guess was a tacit agreement. When he took off his trousers and revealed his penis, I couldn't help but reach out and hold it. I never imagined that a part of a person's body could get this hard. It felt like I was touching a stick. Looking at Hai, he seemed quite absorbed, so I continued stroking it. "Shall I use my mouth?" Hai asked. I hesitated, feeling my face begin to flush. Seeing my silence, Hai leaned in and gently kissed my lips, saying, "Don't be afraid, just take it in." Seeing Hai's eyes, and knowing how much I wanted to make love to him, I hummed in agreement, knelt between his legs, and brought my face close to it. Its strong masculine scent traveled from my nose to my brain, completely erasing any womanly reserve. I opened my mouth and took it in. Hai made a satisfied sound; I'm sure he felt very comfortable. Actually, it was a stimulating experience for me as well. My head moved up and down repeatedly, my tongue gently licking the glans. It seemed even larger in my mouth, and I had to open my mouth wide to accommodate it. After a while, my mouth started to ache. Hai seemed to sense my desire, gently moving my head away, removing my t-shirt and bra, and beginning to caress my breasts. When he lightly licked my nipples, an electric-like pleasure surged through my body. His stubble rubbed against my areolas, the slight stinging sensation like adding fuel to the fire, pushing my excitement to an even higher level. His hands began to unzip my pants. At this point, I had no way to refuse him, nor did I want to. When my underwear was also pulled down, my most private parts were completely exposed to him. The feeling of being watched was subtle; a little shame brought even greater excitement. I knew I must be completely aroused by now. I was a little worried that Hai would laugh at me, but thankfully, he was probably too engrossed in watching to laugh. He brought his face close to my private parts. Good heavens, I thought, what is he going to do? Before I could react, his tongue was already exploring the outside of my labia. Ugh… I couldn't resist. Besides my labia, his nimble tongue also explored my clitoris. Every time his tongue touched my clitoris, my whole body trembled involuntarily. I hugged Hai's head tightly, moaning continuously. When I felt as if a million ants were gnawing at my insides, Hai finally stood up. "May I go in?" he asked. Seeing that I didn't speak, he knew I had given my consent. He held his penis and hovered outside my private parts for a while. Although it was in the dim light, the small, bald head, covered in my vaginal fluid, still shone like a light bulb. When it entered me, the intense pleasure completely overwhelmed me. There was no pain like the first time I had sex described in books. Later, I realized that I must have unknowingly broken my hymen or widened my vagina through masturbation, which was why it didn't hurt during actual intercourse. I tightly enveloped Hai's large, thick penis, feeling completely full inside me. That feeling of fullness was a woman's greatest happiness. With the constant flow of my vaginal fluids, Hai could thrust in and out effortlessly. When he withdrew, I dreaded the emptiness, only to regain that feeling of fullness the moment he thrust back in. And so it went, I don't know how long it lasted, but the pleasure intensified. I knew I was about to reach the pinnacle of happiness. I held Hai tightly, and he relentlessly accelerated his thrusts. I desperately stretched out my legs; my lips felt icy cold, and all the blood in my body seemed to rush to my private parts. I clenched my fists, my uterus contracting repeatedly.Finally, I reached my climax—an climax even more pleasurable than masturbation. At that moment, Hai couldn't hold back any longer; he pulled out his penis, and I quickly grabbed it and started stroking it. Waves of white fluid gushed out from its mouth—this was my first time.
After tasting the sweetness, I became madly in love with sex. Whenever I had the chance, I would make sure to have a good time with Hai. Sometimes, three times a day was commonplace. As for sexual positions, I was always happy to try new ones and knew how to bring myself to orgasm. But good times are always short-lived. My happy days with Hai came to an end just before his graduation. That night, we made love three or four times, and in the end, Hai's little brother seemed unable to get hard anymore, so I reluctantly let him go. Since he graduated, my life suddenly felt empty. You know, that feeling of being completely filled inside...How could my fingers possibly replace it? I've been feeling really down these past few days, and with the added burden of schoolwork, my period, which was supposed to come a week later, started last night. This morning, because the dorm alarm didn't go off, all the girls in the dorm overslept, and we didn't have any sanitary napkins. So, I had to use toilet paper as a makeshift pad. But during the second period, PE class, things took a turn for the worse. Just after finishing the warm-up exercises as instructed by the teacher, I felt a dampness in my underwear. Thinking something was wrong, I secretly asked the teacher for leave when the other students weren't looking and went to the convenience store to buy sanitary napkins. After buying them, I hurried back to the dorm because my underwear was stained with blood, so I wanted to change. But when I got to the dorm door, I suddenly realized it wasn't locked. My mind raced—it was locked this morning, how could it be open now? Just as I was about to push the door open, I suddenly heard a strange noise, "Ahhh, oh myah!" Hmm, what was that sound? With curiosity, I gently pushed open the door and tiptoed over. There lay my classmate, Xiaomei, who was also my best friend, lying on the bed. Her left hand was kneading her breast, while her right hand was inside her already small panties, rubbing back and forth. Upon closer inspection, I noticed her pink panties were already soaked. Xiaomei was completely absorbed in her own world, oblivious to my presence. I coughed softly. Xiaomei, startled by my sudden entrance, quickly pulled her right hand out of her panties. Seeing it was me, her face flushed red, but she tried to remain calm, saying softly, "I...I'm a little itchy here, so I'm rubbing it." After a moment, she tentatively asked, "Little sister, can you help me?" "Me? How can I help you?" I asked curiously. "I feel terrible all over, and it's not easy for me to rub it myself. Can you help me?" Seeing Sister Mei's pleading look, I said, "How can I help you?" "I'll teach you." Saying that, I quickly took off the underwear I was wearing. I noticed that Sister Mei's pubic hair was already wet, probably because she was too excited earlier. "Just do it like this." I saw Sister Mei spread her labia with one hand, revealing her already wet vulva, and then slowly insert her middle finger with the other hand, moving it in and out. "Ah, um, sister, do you see? It's like this. Quick, come help me, I can't take it anymore." I pretended to be a little shy, but seeing how engrossed Sister Mei was, I did the same thing as before, spreading Sister Mei's labia with one hand and moving my middle finger in and out of Sister Mei's vagina with the other hand. Xiaomei became even more excited, making lewd noises. My fingers thrust in and out of her vagina faster, and her body felt like a raging torrent, as if thousands of ants were consuming her. Her juices flowed continuously with each thrust, splashing onto my hand and the sheets. Actually, I was also burning with desire, but it wasn't convenient because of my period. Finally, Xiaomei's orgasm erupted with a torrent of love juice. Her body suddenly stiffened, she screamed, and then collapsed onto the bed. Mei was still immersed in her orgasm, her legs rubbing against each other. After a while, she slowly opened her eyes and said, "You're amazing. You brought me to orgasm on my first try. I've never felt this good when I did it myself before. I'm impressed." At this moment, Mei noticed a pack of sanitary napkins next to me. She looked at it and said, "Hey, why are you still using such old-fashioned sanitary napkins? Here, I have a new kind. Try it." As she spoke, she took out a small package from the bedside table and pulled out something that wasn't very long, but looked like a small male penis, with a bit of thread sticking out of the head. "Look." "How do you use this? I've never used it before." I said, "It's too simple, I'll teach you. First, take off your underwear." I unzipped my pants and took them off, revealing my underwear. Since there was toilet paper inside, she pulled it out first. The toilet paper was almost soaked. Actually, I had also produced quite a bit of vaginal fluid when I was with Sister Mei. Sister Mei looked at it and said, "Wow, you've really produced quite a lot!" "Yeah, I don't know why, but I've produced so much this time." As she spoke, she had already taken off her underwear, revealing that her thick pubic hair was also wet. "When you were having sex with me just now, were you also a little overwhelmed?" "No, no." I quickly explained. Seeing that she couldn't ask any more questions, Sister Mei changed the subject and said, "Okay, now I'll teach you. Put your legs on the bed." I put my legs on the bed, and through the thick pubic hair, I could vaguely see pink labia. There was some blood on my vulva, and the outside of my labia was wet. Xiaomei used one hand to spread my labia, and with the other hand, she held a tampon and inserted it into my vagina. As the tampon was slowly pushed in, I seemed to feel the sensation of making love with Hai again. Ah, so comfortable! "Okay, it's all in." Mei's words interrupted my thoughts, and I suddenly woke up. "Come on, let's go to class. Only the two of us know about today's events, don't tell anyone, okay?" "Don't worry, Mei, I won't tell anyone. Let's go!" I thought: So other people masturbate too. From then on, I started paying attention to my other roommates. Whenever a roommate missed class, I would sneak back to peek. Many times, I saw them masturbating. Sometimes at night, I would pretend to be asleep, and late at night, some of my roommates would writhe or make soft moans in bed. I knew they were definitely masturbating. Over time, I discovered that all eight of my roommates, except for Shanshan and Zhang Li, masturbated! That day, we had just finished our midterm exams. It was Saturday afternoon and we had nothing to do. Sister Mei said to me, "Oh, the exams are finally over. Shouldn't we relax a bit?" I happily said, "Okay, Sister Mei, where do you think we should go?" "Let's go to my house. I have lots of delicious food. I'll ask my mom to cook a few more dishes for us. Let's relax, okay?" "Oh, that's great! Let's go, let's go now."When I arrived at Sister Mei's house, I was amazed by how beautiful it was! There were five rooms in total, each one beautifully decorated. It was dazzling! I couldn't help but say to Sister Mei, "Sister Mei, your house is so beautiful! I wish I had a house like yours!" "Then just treat this place as your own." "Sister Mei, you're so kind. I'm so lucky to have you as my sister." "Oh, don't be so modest. Let's go upstairs and wash our faces." "Okay, let's go." That evening, I enjoyed a delicious dinner cooked by Sister Mei's mother at Sister Mei's house. After dinner, Sister Mei's parents were going to her grandmother's house, so they said to Sister Mei, "Meimei, your dad and I won't be back tonight. You two can sleep together." "Don't worry, Mom." After her parents left, Sister Mei happily asked me, "What should we do tonight?" "Hmm, what do you think?" "I asked back. "I have a pornographic film here, it's great, let's watch it together, you wait, I'll go get the tape." After a while, Sister Mei happily brought out a videotape, quickly put it into the VCR, and the screen immediately showed several young people chatting and laughing together: they talked for a while, then two people said goodbye and left, leaving a man and a woman. They first said some things that no one could understand (because they were foreigners), and then they started kissing. They put their tongues into each other's mouths and sucked on each other, their eyes gently closed, silently swallowing each other's saliva. After a while, the woman started to make "mmm" sounds and began to take off the other's clothes. The man was not to be outdone, and quickly stripped the woman naked. After the man's clothes were also taken off, the woman began to kiss down the man's body, finally stopping. It remained on the man's thick, long penis. At this moment, the woman began to put the head of that precious thing into her mouth, and kept stroking the penis up and down. The man also felt immense pleasure, closing his eyes and silently enjoying it. This continued for several minutes. The man turned the woman over, making her lie on the bed with her legs spread wide apart. The woman's mysterious place was immediately exposed. The camera immediately gave a close-up. The woman's vagina was already wet, the two labia were plump and large, as if specially grown for men. The clitoris was already swollen. What surprised me most was that this woman's pubic hair was unusually long, extending all the way to her anus. The man began his attack. He first knelt in front of the vagina, used his hands to spread the two labia, and used... His tongue first licked around the labia, and as the vagina widened, he used it like a penis, moving it in and out. One hand constantly stroked the clitoris, while the other rubbed the labia. Soon, some vaginal fluid oozed out. The woman seemed to be reaching her limit, kneading her breasts with both hands and occasionally tugging at her nipples, which stood erect as if they wanted to join in. Once her vulva was completely soaked with vaginal fluid, the man began the real battle. He gripped his thick, large penis with one hand, spread the vagina with the other, and with a "plop," thrust it into her vagina. His face contorted in pain for a moment, but he quickly relaxed and began the mechanical motion. One, two, three, a hundred, two hundred... quickly... By the three hundredth thrust, amidst the rising and falling moans of lewdness, the man was nearing his limit. He quickly withdrew and placed it between the woman's breasts. The woman, seemingly quite adept, gripped her breasts tightly, clamping down on the red-hot shaft. The man continued thrusting until a scream rang out. Instantly, a thick, white liquid shot from the red shaft, spraying onto the woman's face, neck, mouth, and breasts. Surprisingly, the woman swallowed the semen that landed in her mouth, then smeared some on her face, breasts, and vaginal opening, caressing herself with satisfaction. "Ugh, how disgusting," I said. "You're so ignorant. Don't you know? Semen is the best nutritional supplement, containing a large amount of endogenous proteins, which can nourish and beautify the skin.""That's why it's called semen; it's the essence of a man," Sister Mei mocked me. Before I knew it, I'd been watching for another ten minutes or so, and I was getting really itchy, so I said, "What's the point of watching this?"Sister Mei said, "Doing this is so exhilarating and comfortable! You've never experienced it before, have you? You've been living in vain! Look, I'm all wet." She lifted her skirt, and sure enough, Sister Mei's thin pink panties were soaked. "Let me see yours." "Ah, Sister Mei, no." I knew I was even wetter. "Hey, we're both women, what's wrong with seeing each other?" Saying that, she lifted my skirt and looked me over. "You said it wasn't interesting? Look, you're even wetter than me. I think you're interested too, so why don't we try it out?" "We two? We're both women, how can we try?" "I can play the man's role." Sister Mei laid me down on the bed, spreading her legs wide, and my pink petals were immediately exposed. The thin labia were wet, and the little fleshy balls on top were swollen and erect. "Wow, little sister, I never knew you were so beautiful here!" Xiao Mei exclaimed in admiration. Then, she used her hands to spread my labia, revealing my tender little hole. She began to rub my petals, and I felt a wave of pleasure in my genitals, involuntarily moaning. This moan made Sister Mei even more frenzied, and she kept rubbing my clitoris with her hands. As the speed increased, a comfortable pleasure burst forth in my body, and a large amount of love juice gushed out from my narrow little hole. But at this moment, Xiao Mei suddenly stopped, lay on top of me, kissed me, and said, "Wait a moment, I'm going to get something." After a while, Sister Mei came in with something in her hand. I looked and saw that Sister Mei was holding a cucumber. This cucumber was obviously not freshly picked; it no longer had any prickly thorns and was smooth. I knew at a glance what she was going to do with the cucumber, because I often used cucumbers, sausages, and similar things to masturbate. But I still deliberately asked, "Sister Mei, what are you going to do with the cucumber?" "You don't understand, do you? I don't have a man's penis, how can I satisfy you? So I had to use something as a substitute, a cucumber is the best substitute." "Sister Mei, you really know how to come up with ideas, let me try it." Actually, I couldn't wait any longer. Sister Mei didn't rush to insert it into my tender hole, but first sucked on it a few times, making it covered with saliva to act as lubrication, then spread my labia, held the small end of the cucumber in her hand, and twisted the big end while stuffing it tightly into my hole. "Ah, although I've played with Hai before, and occasionally amused myself, it's been a long time since I've had a penis inserted into my vagina, and what follows is the unique pleasure that a woman can experience, "Ah, ah ... "Ugh, umm, ah, Sister Mei, I... I feel so good right now! Ah, I feel like I've entered paradise! Um, Sister Mei, faster, faster! It's so itchy down there, like ants are biting my pussy! Okay, deeper! Ah, um, okay, it's reached my uterus! Sigh, ah, I... I can't take it anymore!" Ah, I finally reached the peak of pleasure, let out a shout, and collapsed onto the bed. Most of the cucumber was still inside, and my juices dripped down the exposed half of the cucumber, like spring water in a cave. The originally pink labia had now turned bright red and were even larger than before, probably big enough for two cucumbers. My full breasts stood tall, and the nipples were already erect and barely visible. I slowly opened my eyes and said, "Sister Mei, I never imagined you were so skilled. I'm truly impressed." "You've already had your fun, but I haven't!" "Hey, look at me, I'm only thinking about myself and haven't thought about you at all. Okay, I'll do it now." I pulled the cucumber out of my vagina and turned it towards my vagina, mimicking what Sister Mei had just done, and slowly inserted it. With each thrust, after only a dozen or so, Sister Mei couldn't take it anymore. Her labia, which hadn't been very wet before, were now as wet as if they had just been watered. After nearly a hundred thrusts, Sister Mei's lower body was already gushing with fluid. I took the cucumber and started thrusting it in and out, slowly at first, then faster, deeper and deeper. "Ah, oh, ah, oh, oh, my good sister, your skills are pretty good too! Good, faster, faster! Ah, it feels so good! I'm so happy right now! Ah, I'm about to cum!" Sister Mei said, while rubbing her clitoris and breasts. Soon, she also reached orgasm, and I stopped. But Sister Mei seemed not to have enough. She kept rubbing the cucumber, which was still in her vagina, between her legs. I saw that Sister Mei seemed to want more, so I took the cucumber and thrust it in and out more than a hundred times until Sister Mei's vaginal fluid came out again before I pulled it out. It was already past ten o'clock at night. After such a fierce battle, we were both exhausted. We didn't even put on our clothes before we lay down together. That night, Sister Mei was probably too tired, so she fell into a deep sleep without even having time to dream. Looking at Sister Mei sleeping soundly beside me, my hand unconsciously slipped into my own vagina. The familiar sensation returned, and I reached another climax, soaking the sheets. Gazing at the stars outside the window, I soon drifted off to sleep. Since they hadn't taken their final exams yet, we had to stay at school until they were over before going home. Although the pre-exam review was intense, Sister Mei and I would occasionally relax when no one was in the dorm to help regulate our nerves. As time went on, I began to reminisce about the pleasure of making love with Hai; masturbation couldn't compare to the intense pleasure of real sex. I wanted to find a man, I thought. After much deliberation, I set my sights on our young homeroom teacher. Our homeroom teacher, Li Qiang, had graduated from university two years prior. He wasn't particularly strong, but he seemed mature and composed. He was very caring towards us; if any student was sick, he would always visit them in the dorm. I planned to use this to lure him into my trap. One day I didn't get out of bed, so I asked Shanshan to tell the homeroom teacher I was sick. After my friends left for class, I took off all my clothes, took out "Manna's Memoirs," and crawled back into bed to read. As I read, my libido rose, and I started masturbating. Soon I reached orgasm, and while I was still immersed in the pleasure, I suddenly heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I knew it was the homeroom teacher, so I quickly threw the book on Lin Hong's bed across the way in an inconspicuous spot and lay down again, pretending to be asleep. "Knock, knock, knock," came a knock on the door, but I pretended to be asleep and ignored it. There were a few more knocks, but I still ignored them. He gently pushed the door open and came in. He called my name a few times, but I still ignored him. Then I heard him sit on the bed opposite me, and I heard the sound of turning pages in a book. "Ha, he's about to take the bait," I thought to myself with glee. After about two or three minutes, I secretly opened my eyes and saw him with his mouth wide open and his eyes wide, engrossed in his book. His pants were bulging, and I knew his penis must be hard and erect. Seeing that the time was right, I shifted my body and let out a few groans. Startled, he stood up and called out to me in a trembling voice. I pretended to have just woken up and opened my eyes. He asked what was wrong, and I told him my stomach had hurt all night and was hurting again. He asked if I had taken any medicine, and I said I had, but it didn't help. He told me to go to the hospital, but I said it didn't work, and that my parents could rub my stomach when it hurt at home. He said, "You can't go home now." So I asked him to rub it for me, and he hesitated. I shifted my body and groaned again, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "Okay," and started rubbing my stomach through the blanket. I said, "This won't do." Before he could react, I grabbed his hand and pulled it under the covers, placing it on my stomach. He trembled slightly; he must have felt my nakedness. Ah, his hand was so warm. I rubbed his hand against my stomach, slowly moving it to my breasts. Ah, so comfortable! It felt like an electric current was coursing through my body from my nipples. My private parts began to moisten. "Ah, good, so comfortable," I moaned, clearly feeling the wetness in his palms, and I pressed harder. I then pulled his hand down towards my lower abdomen, slowly moving it downwards. Ah, our hands touched my pubic hair. I quickly pressed his hand against my wet, already thirsty labia. He also suddenly leaned down, his entire body pressing against mine, and we kissed passionately. He pulled back the covers, kissing down my neck to my breasts. He held my nipples with his lips, while his tongue rubbed and swirled around them—it felt incredibly good. He kissed down my lower abdomen, almost touching my petals. I desperately wanted him to soothe my thirsty little hole, but I still pretended to be reserved and hummed, "Mmm, you're so naughty, don't." I screamed as I undressed him. He stood up and quickly stripped naked. Although he was slightly thin, he was muscular, especially his large, erect penis. He first knelt down, bringing his face close to my vulva, gently licking my already wet labia with the tip of his tongue, making my labia sway back and forth. At the same time, he stroked my clitoris with his left hand. "Ah, oh, um, ah, oh," I was already aroused and began to moan lewdly, "Ah, faster, faster, oh, I feel so good!" Then, he began to insert his fingers in and out of my vagina, sucking on my clitoris with his mouth. Waves of intense pleasure surged through me. This time, he inserted two fingers into my vagina and probed inside, moving them up and down and side to side. A strong pleasure came from my vagina, rushing all the way to my central nervous system. I caressed my breasts in ecstasy.He pinched my nipples with his fingers, his tongue constantly licking his lips. I grabbed his erect penis and started stroking it, then took the glans into my mouth and began licking it, my hands moving up and down. He seemed unable to withstand the intense stimulation, turning around and pressing his entire body against mine. His penis was pressed against my vagina, which was already wet, so it slid in effortlessly. "Ah, um, oh, um, ah, oh, oh, ah, oh!" Ah, how full it was! I felt a distinct pleasure, a pleasure that nothing could compare to. I couldn't help but start moaning lewdly. Although I had experienced great pleasure when I made love with Sister Mei, it was just an inanimate object rubbing against my body. This time, it was a living, hot object inserted inside me, and the feeling was distinctly different. He thrust powerfully, and I felt my body burning with pleasure, a constant stream of sensations emanating from my lower body. It felt as if countless ants were crawling inside my vagina, forcing the muscles to tense. But the increasing pleasure caused my vagina to contract repeatedly, the two forces colliding, making my blood surge. Finally, a violent release erupted within me. I felt my entire lower body become wet, fluid flowing down my inner thighs, dampening the sheets. "Ah, to experience such intense pleasure while making love with my teacher," I thought ecstatically, rubbing my clitoris, which was covered in lubrication, hoping for even greater pleasure. As I reached my climax, he seemed to sense his impending climax, quickly pulling his bright red penis out of my vagina. After a few quick strokes, he ejaculated thick streams of semen onto my white belly, then collapsed onto me, his lubrication-covered penis slowly going limp. I closed my eyes, slowly savoring the afterglow of my orgasm, my legs still tightly pressed together, as if afraid something precious might leak out of my vagina. Making love with my teacher wasn't the same as the experience I had with Sister Mei. Although we both reached orgasm, one was a man, the other a woman; one was my teacher, the other my best friend; one used the real thing, the other a substitute. The two experiences were never the same. Making love felt so wonderful. If someone made love with me every day, I would be incredibly happy. I slightly opened my eyes, stroking his firm chest, and asked, "Have you ever done this before?" "Yes, I have. When I was little, I did it with girls, but it was just for fun. I didn't know how to actually do it, and I never penetrated. I did it with female classmates in high school and college," he replied. A little jealous, I said, "Have you ever done it with any of us female classmates?" "No, I'm a teacher now," he said firmly. "Don't you usually think about it?" "Sigh—" he sighed deeply, "How can I not think about such ecstatic things? It's just, it's just that I'm a teacher now." "So what if you're a teacher? Aren't teachers human? Don't teachers have children?" I retorted. "Yes, you're right, who wouldn't want to do something like that? It's just that we're bound by morality and ethics, that's why we live such repressed lives. Humans are so hypocritical," he said, as if making fun of himself. We lay quietly on the bed for a while. I climbed onto his chest, listening to the strong beating of his heart. My hand slid down his lower abdomen to his penis. It was interesting; it was hard and thick just now, but now it was soft. I pinched it with my hand, and ah, his penis quickly swelled up, even thicker than before. I grabbed it, stroked it a few times, and then put it in my mouth, licking it with relish. He seemed to enter paradise again, half-closing his eyes and enjoying it. I kissed his penis while rubbing my labia. Before long, we started going crazy again. He couldn't hold back any longer. He spread my legs and thrust into my private area, which was already glistening with morning dew—like wildflowers. He first gently licked my clitoris with the tip of his tongue, then enveloped my entire beautiful space with his mouth, greedily sucking my love juices. I couldn't withstand such stimulation. The moment my vulva entered his mouth, my body melted, slowly going limp, fully enjoying the pleasure, letting my vagina continuously gush with love juices. He then used his tongue to roam in and out of my vagina. My labia minora were soft and tender, seemingly powerless against his tongue's assault, only able to be tossed and turned. I no longer knew my own name; I only knew that an alluring, satisfying pleasure was constantly emanating from my vagina. His penis was almost burning red, and unable to contain himself any longer, he quickly gripped the shaft and thrust it straight into my wet, love-filled vagina. With a "plop," ah, his entire penis was buried inside. He began to thrust impatiently, once, twice, ten times, twenty times, a hundred times, a hundred and fifty times. Ah, he was amazing! He thrust over a hundred and fifty times without even feeling the urge to ejaculate, while I was already experiencing multiple orgasms. He then pulled out his penis, made me lie face down on the bed, and adopted a rear-entry tactic. He held my buttocks while simultaneously kneading my swaying breasts, moving in and out rhythmically. Another hundred and fifty thrusts passed, and he showed no signs of fatigue. Seeing that I was already drenched in sweat and making sounds of pleasure, he simply lay down on the bed, face to face with me, and made me squat down in a woman-on-top position. I aligned my vagina with his large penis and slid it down, moving it up and down. Ah, this was so good; I could control the rhythm myself. He would occasionally cooperate, which made me incredibly happy. After only a dozen or so thrusts, he felt obvious pleasure, watching my breasts move rhythmically with the up-and-down movement of my body. Suddenly, I felt an irresistible pleasure coming from my lower body. I felt his penis become even thicker and harder. He used his last bit of strength to thrust into my vagina a few more times, and finally pulled out his penis, shooting streams of thick semen onto my lower abdomen. By this time, I was already extremely satisfied, and in a semi-conscious state, I collapsed on the bed. After lying there for a few minutes until I regained my strength, I took a roll of toilet paper and wiped the semen off my stomach. He kissed me and slowly got up, saying he had to leave. I grabbed him, pleading with him to stay. He said it wouldn't be good if his classmates came back later, so I reluctantly let go. He put on his clothes, kissed me again, and left. I was so tired today, having reached orgasm several times; the physical exertion was unimaginable. I fell asleep almost immediately. From then on, we made love whenever we had the chance—sometimes in his dorm, sometimes in our dorm, sometimes outside, and sometimes even in his office. We tried many new positions, including missionary, woman-on-top, standing, etc. We also frequently did oral sex and breast sex, but never anal sex. I often ate his semen; it tasted a bit salty, like raw egg white. I also often put his semen on my face; the beauty effect was even better than cosmetics. I prefer him to forcefully ejaculate into my vagina; the moment he ejaculates, I reach the peak of orgasm. However, neither of us likes him using condoms, and we're afraid of getting pregnant, so we mostly have sex during our safe period (the seven days before and eight days after menstruation, known as the "seven days before and eight days after"). But one time, I accidentally got pregnant. He went out and bought two birth control pills. I took them as instructed, and a few hours later, I felt a slight pain in my lower abdomen, and some menstrual bleeding came out, more than usual. It was completely gone after four days, like having a period. Since then, I've taken oral contraceptives at appropriate times, and we can enjoy ourselves without any worries.He pulled out his bright red penis, quickly stroked it a few times, and ejaculated thick streams of semen onto my snow-white belly. Then he collapsed on top of me, his penis, covered in love juice, slowly going limp. I closed my eyes, slowly savoring the afterglow of my orgasm, my legs still tightly clamped together, afraid that something precious might leak out of my vagina. Making love with my teacher wasn't the same as the experience I had with Sister Mei. Although we both reached orgasm, one was a man, the other a woman; one was my teacher, the other my best friend; one used the real thing, the other a substitute. The two experiences were simply incomparable. The feeling of making love was so wonderful. If someone made love with me every day, I would be incredibly happy. I slightly opened my eyes, stroking his firm chest, and asked, "Have you ever done this before?" "I have. I did it with girls when I was little, but it was just for fun. I didn't know how to do it properly, and I never penetrated. I did it with female classmates in high school and college," he replied. I said, a hint of jealousy in my voice, "Have you ever slept with any of us female students?" "No, I'm a teacher now," he said firmly. "Don't you ever think about it?" "Sigh—" he sighed deeply, "How can I not think about such ecstatic things? It's just, it's just that I'm a teacher now." "So what if you're a teacher? Aren't teachers human? Don't teachers have children?" I retorted. "Yes, you're right, who wouldn't want to do such things? It's just that we're bound by morality and ethics, that's why we live such repressed lives. Humans are so hypocritical," he said, seemingly trying to console himself. We lay quietly on the bed for a while. I climbed onto his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. My hand slid down his abdomen to his penis. It was funny; it had been hard and thick just moments before, but now it was limp. I pinched it, and ah, his penis quickly swelled up, even thicker than before. I grabbed it, stroked it a few times, and then took it into my mouth, licking it with relish. He seemed to enter paradise again, half-closing his eyes and enjoying it. I kissed his penis while rubbing my labia. Soon, we both started going wild again. He couldn't hold back any longer, spread my legs, and thrust into me. My area was already like a wildflower in the morning—covered in dew. He first gently licked my clitoris with the tip of his tongue, then enveloped my entire beautiful area with his mouth, sucking my love juice with abandon. I couldn't withstand such stimulation. The moment my entire vulva entered his mouth, my body melted, slowly going limp, fully enjoying the pleasure, letting my vagina continuously gush with love juice. He then used his tongue to roam in and out of my vagina. My labia minora were soft and tender, seemingly powerless against his tongue's attack, only able to be tossed and turned. I was now completely out of it, only knowing that the alluring pleasure from my vagina was constantly coming through me. His penis was almost burning red, and unable to wait any longer, he quickly gripped the shaft and thrust it straight into my love-juice-filled vagina. With a "plop," ah, his entire penis was buried inside. He began to thrust impatiently, once, twice, ten times, twenty times, one hundred times, one hundred and fifty times. Ah, he was amazing, thrusting over one hundred and fifty times without even feeling like he was about to ejaculate, while I was already experiencing multiple orgasms. He pulled out his penis again, made me lie face down on the bed, and adopted a rear-attack tactic. He gripped my buttocks while simultaneously kneading my breasts, which swayed back and forth, in and out at his own rhythm. Another 150 thrusts passed, and he showed no signs of fatigue. Seeing that I was drenched in sweat and making sounds of pleasure, he simply lay down on the bed face-to-face with me, making me squat down in a woman-on-top position. I aligned my vagina with his large penis and began to slide it in and out. Ah, this was so good; I could control the rhythm myself. He would occasionally cooperate, which drove me wild with pleasure. After only a dozen or so thrusts, he felt obvious pleasure, watching my breasts move rhythmically with the up-and-down movement of my body. Suddenly, I felt an irresistible surge of pleasure from my lower body. I felt his penis grow even thicker and harder. He used his last bit of strength to thrust into my vagina a few more times, finally pulling out his penis, and streams of thick semen shot onto my lower abdomen. By this time, I was already extremely satisfied. Half-conscious, I collapsed onto the bed and lay there for a few minutes until I regained my strength. I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and wiped the semen off my stomach. He kissed me and slowly got up, saying he had to leave. I grabbed him, pleading with him not to go. He said it wouldn't be good if his classmates came back later, so I reluctantly let go. He put on his clothes, kissed me again, and left. I was truly exhausted today, having reached orgasm several times; the physical exertion was unimaginable. I soon fell asleep. From then on, whenever we had the chance, we made love—sometimes in his dorm, sometimes in our dorm, sometimes outside, and sometimes even in his office. We tried many new positions: missionary, woman on top, standing, etc. We also frequently did oral sex and breast sex, but never anal sex. I often ate his semen; it tasted a bit salty, like raw egg white. I also often smeared semen on my face; the beauty effect was even better than cosmetics. I prefer him to forcefully ejaculate into my vagina; the moment he ejaculates, I reach the peak of orgasm. However, neither of us likes him using condoms, and we're afraid of getting pregnant, so we mostly have sex during our safe period (the seven days before and eight days after menstruation, known as the "seven days before and eight days after"). But one time, I accidentally got pregnant. He went out and bought two birth control pills. I took them as instructed, and a few hours later, I felt a slight pain in my lower abdomen, and some menstrual bleeding came out, more than usual. It was completely gone after four days, like having a period. Since then, I've taken oral contraceptives at appropriate times, and we can enjoy ourselves without any worries.He pulled out his bright red penis, quickly stroked it a few times, and ejaculated thick streams of semen onto my snow-white belly. Then he collapsed on top of me, his penis, covered in love juice, slowly going limp. I closed my eyes, slowly savoring the afterglow of my orgasm, my legs still tightly clamped together, afraid that something precious might leak out of my vagina. Making love with my teacher wasn't the same as the experience I had with Sister Mei. Although we both reached orgasm, one was a man, the other a woman; one was my teacher, the other my best friend; one used the real thing, the other a substitute. The two experiences were simply incomparable. The feeling of making love was so wonderful. If someone made love with me every day, I would be incredibly happy. I slightly opened my eyes, stroking his firm chest, and asked, "Have you ever done this before?" "I have. I did it with girls when I was little, but it was just for fun. I didn't know how to do it properly, and I never penetrated. I did it with female classmates in high school and college," he replied. I said, a hint of jealousy in my voice, "Have you ever slept with any of us female students?" "No, I'm a teacher now," he said firmly. "Don't you ever think about it?" "Sigh—" he sighed deeply, "How can I not think about such ecstatic things? It's just, it's just that I'm a teacher now." "So what if you're a teacher? Aren't teachers human? Don't teachers have children?" I retorted. "Yes, you're right, who wouldn't want to do such things? It's just that we're bound by morality and ethics, that's why we live such repressed lives. Humans are so hypocritical," he said, seemingly trying to console himself. We lay quietly on the bed for a while. I climbed onto his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. My hand slid down his abdomen to his penis. It was funny; it had been hard and thick just moments before, but now it was limp. I pinched it, and ah, his penis quickly swelled up, even thicker than before. I grabbed it, stroked it a few times, and then took it into my mouth, licking it with relish. He seemed to enter paradise again, half-closing his eyes and enjoying it. I kissed his penis while rubbing my labia. Soon, we both started going wild again. He couldn't hold back any longer, spread my legs, and thrust into me. My area was already like a wildflower in the morning—covered in dew. He first gently licked my clitoris with the tip of his tongue, then enveloped my entire beautiful area with his mouth, sucking my love juice with abandon. I couldn't withstand such stimulation. The moment my entire vulva entered his mouth, my body melted, slowly going limp, fully enjoying the pleasure, letting my vagina continuously gush with love juice. He then used his tongue to roam in and out of my vagina. My labia minora were soft and tender, seemingly powerless against his tongue's attack, only able to be tossed and turned. I was now completely out of it, only knowing that the alluring pleasure from my vagina was constantly coming through me. His penis was almost burning red, and unable to wait any longer, he quickly gripped the shaft and thrust it straight into my love-juice-filled vagina. With a "plop," ah, his entire penis was buried inside. He began to thrust impatiently, once, twice, ten times, twenty times, one hundred times, one hundred and fifty times. Ah, he was amazing, thrusting over one hundred and fifty times without even feeling like he was about to ejaculate, while I was already experiencing multiple orgasms. He pulled out his penis again, made me lie face down on the bed, and adopted a rear-attack tactic. He gripped my buttocks while simultaneously kneading my breasts, which swayed back and forth, in and out at his own rhythm. Another 150 thrusts passed, and he showed no signs of fatigue. Seeing that I was drenched in sweat and making sounds of pleasure, he simply lay down on the bed face-to-face with me, making me squat down in a woman-on-top position. I aligned my vagina with his large penis and began to slide it in and out. Ah, this was so good; I could control the rhythm myself. He would occasionally cooperate, which drove me wild with pleasure. After only a dozen or so thrusts, he felt obvious pleasure, watching my breasts move rhythmically with the up-and-down movement of my body. Suddenly, I felt an irresistible surge of pleasure from my lower body. I felt his penis grow even thicker and harder. He used his last bit of strength to thrust into my vagina a few more times, finally pulling out his penis, and streams of thick semen shot onto my lower abdomen. By this time, I was already extremely satisfied. Half-conscious, I collapsed onto the bed and lay there for a few minutes until I regained my strength. I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and wiped the semen off my stomach. He kissed me and slowly got up, saying he had to leave. I grabbed him, pleading with him not to go. He said it wouldn't be good if his classmates came back later, so I reluctantly let go. He put on his clothes, kissed me again, and left. I was truly exhausted today, having reached orgasm several times; the physical exertion was unimaginable. I soon fell asleep. From then on, whenever we had the chance, we made love—sometimes in his dorm, sometimes in our dorm, sometimes outside, and sometimes even in his office. We tried many new positions: missionary, woman on top, standing, etc. We also frequently did oral sex and breast sex, but never anal sex. I often ate his semen; it tasted a bit salty, like raw egg white. I also often smeared semen on my face; the beauty effect was even better than cosmetics. I prefer him to forcefully ejaculate into my vagina; the moment he ejaculates, I reach the peak of orgasm. However, neither of us likes him using condoms, and we're afraid of getting pregnant, so we mostly have sex during our safe period (the seven days before and eight days after menstruation, known as the "seven days before and eight days after"). But one time, I accidentally got pregnant. He went out and bought two birth control pills. I took them as instructed, and a few hours later, I felt a slight pain in my lower abdomen, and some menstrual bleeding came out, more than usual. It was completely gone after four days, like having a period. Since then, I've taken oral contraceptives at appropriate times, and we can enjoy ourselves without any worries.With a soft "ah," his entire penis was buried inside me. He began thrusting impatiently, once, twice, ten times, twenty times, a hundred times, a hundred and fifty times. Ah, he was amazing! He thrust over a hundred and fifty times without even feeling the urge to ejaculate, while I was already experiencing multiple orgasms. He pulled out his penis again, made me lie face down on the bed, and adopted a rear-entry tactic. He held my buttocks while reaching down to knead my breasts, which swayed back and forth, moving in and out in rhythm with himself. Another hundred and fifty thrusts passed, and he showed no signs of fatigue. Seeing that I was covered in fragrant sweat and making sounds of pleasure, he simply lay down on the bed, face to face with me, and made me squat down in a woman-on-top position. I aligned my vagina with his large penis and began to slide up and down. Ah, this was so good! I could control the rhythm myself. He would occasionally cooperate, which made me go crazy with pleasure. After only a dozen or so thrusts, he felt a distinct pleasure, watching my breasts move rhythmically with the up-and-down motion of my body. Suddenly, he felt an irresistible surge of pleasure from his lower body. I felt his penis grow thicker and harder. With his last bit of strength, he thrust into my vagina a few more times, then pulled out, and streams of thick semen shot onto my lower abdomen. By this time, I was already extremely satisfied, and in a semi-conscious state, I collapsed onto the bed. After lying there for a few minutes until I regained my strength, I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and wiped the semen off my stomach. He kissed me and slowly got up, saying he had to leave. I grabbed him and begged him not to go, but he said it wouldn't be good if his classmate came back later. I reluctantly let go of him, and he put on his clothes, kissed me again, and left. I was really exhausted today, having reached orgasm several times in a row; the physical exertion was unimaginable. I soon drifted off to sleep. From then on, we made love whenever we had the chance, sometimes in his dorm, sometimes in our dorm, sometimes outside, and sometimes even in his office. We tried many new positions, such as missionary, woman-on-top, standing, etc. We also frequently engaged in oral sex and breast sex, but never anal sex. I often ate his semen; it tasted a bit salty, like raw egg white. I also often smeared his semen on my face, and the beauty effect was even better than cosmetics. I especially loved it when he forcefully ejaculated into my vagina; the moment I received the ejaculation, I would reach the peak of orgasm. However, neither of us liked him using condoms, and we were afraid of getting pregnant, so we mostly made love during our safe period (the seven days before and eight days after menstruation, known as "the seven days before and eight days after"). But one time, I accidentally got pregnant. He went out and bought two birth control pills, and I took them according to the instructions. A few hours later, I felt a slight pain in my lower abdomen, and some menstrual blood flowed out, more than usual. It was completely gone after four days, like having my period. From then on, I took oral contraceptives at appropriate times, and we could enjoy ourselves together without any worries.With a soft "ah," his entire penis was buried inside me. He began thrusting impatiently, once, twice, ten times, twenty times, a hundred times, a hundred and fifty times. Ah, he was amazing! He thrust over a hundred and fifty times without even feeling the urge to ejaculate, while I was already experiencing multiple orgasms. He pulled out his penis again, made me lie face down on the bed, and adopted a rear-entry tactic. He held my buttocks while reaching down to knead my breasts, which swayed back and forth, moving in and out in rhythm with himself. Another hundred and fifty thrusts passed, and he showed no signs of fatigue. Seeing that I was covered in fragrant sweat and making sounds of pleasure, he simply lay down on the bed, face to face with me, and made me squat down in a woman-on-top position. I aligned my vagina with his large penis and began to slide up and down. Ah, this was so good! I could control the rhythm myself. He would occasionally cooperate, which made me go crazy with pleasure. After only a dozen or so thrusts, he felt a distinct pleasure, watching my breasts move rhythmically with the up-and-down motion of my body. Suddenly, he felt an irresistible surge of pleasure from his lower body. I felt his penis grow thicker and harder. With his last bit of strength, he thrust into my vagina a few more times, then pulled out, and streams of thick semen shot onto my lower abdomen. By this time, I was already extremely satisfied, and in a semi-conscious state, I collapsed onto the bed. After lying there for a few minutes until I regained my strength, I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and wiped the semen off my stomach. He kissed me and slowly got up, saying he had to leave. I grabbed him and begged him not to go, but he said it wouldn't be good if his classmate came back later. I reluctantly let go of him, and he put on his clothes, kissed me again, and left. I was really exhausted today, having reached orgasm several times in a row; the physical exertion was unimaginable. I soon drifted off to sleep. From then on, we made love whenever we had the chance, sometimes in his dorm, sometimes in our dorm, sometimes outside, and sometimes even in his office. We tried many new positions, such as missionary, woman-on-top, standing, etc. We also frequently engaged in oral sex and breast sex, but never anal sex. I often ate his semen; it tasted a bit salty, like raw egg white. I also often smeared his semen on my face, and the beauty effect was even better than cosmetics. I especially loved it when he forcefully ejaculated into my vagina; the moment I received the ejaculation, I would reach the peak of orgasm. However, neither of us liked him using condoms, and we were afraid of getting pregnant, so we mostly made love during our safe period (the seven days before and eight days after menstruation, known as "the seven days before and eight days after"). But one time, I accidentally got pregnant. He went out and bought two birth control pills, and I took them according to the instructions. A few hours later, I felt a slight pain in my lower abdomen, and some menstrual blood flowed out, more than usual. It was completely gone after four days, like having my period. From then on, I took oral contraceptives at appropriate times, and we could enjoy ourselves together without any worries.

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