German sister

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Before going abroad, I'd always heard that the UK was quite open-minded, at least with a high divorce rate. Men being cuckolds and women being cheated on—it seemed like quite a spectacle. I thought the place was too avant-garde, with a high probability of people taking advantage of the situation. Before boarding the plane, I prepared several TT (the agent said things were expensive in the UK, so I figured this international daily necessity wouldn't be cheap either).

On my first day, when I arrived at my accommodation (the university's postgraduate dorm), besides looking at the building, I stood in the courtyard looking at people (I've always had this habit; in new environments, I always want to find a pretty girl, setting a target on the first day. I don't know if this counts as a problem). Actually, partly it was new, and partly I wanted to see foreign women (here I tell the new guys, if you want to date a foreign woman, especially if you want a long-term relationship, you must be her housemate; university dorms are a good choice because there are more single people there than outside). I stood there for over an hour, and unfortunately, I didn't see many good ones; they were either like wet nurses or wrestlers. Disappointed, I went to check the kitchen and suddenly saw a girl washing dishes. From behind, she looked quite slender, and her height was just right for me; she was probably 1.65 meters tall.

I greeted her with "hello!

" She immediately turned around and said "guten tag!" (Turns out she was a German girl, also newly arrived in England, her first reaction was still her mother tongue)

. I chatted with her in broken English, and she greeted me in German-accented English (I find it easy to understand each other when speaking English with people outside the UK, but speaking English with British people is a struggle; I don't know why). We got to know each other. The girl wasn't particularly pretty, but

she had a fantastic figure—slender, well-proportioned, and with very impressive breasts. I almost fell over. I initially thought this girl was cheerful and easygoing, and I might be able to make something of her. But damn it, she had a boyfriend who had come to study with her, living off-campus and coming over every day. Hearing this felt like a blow to the head; I went completely limp. God wasn't on my side.

I'd given up on this whole thing. Everyone was still getting along well. I was the only Chinese person in my house; the rest were Spanish, German, British, Indian, and Thai. We'd eat together, go to movies, go to pubs, or take short trips. The relationship was much better (if you want to be with them and be accepted, having fun is the best way, and you have to spend money like them; if you have money, they'll treat you differently). As we got closer, I started doing a few things out of line, like touching the Spanish girl's stomach or taking advantage of the German girl when no one was looking. They blushed a little, but it didn't bother me. Once, in the movie theater, I sat to the left of the German girl, and her boyfriend sat to the right. He was busy talking quietly and eating with his German friends. Everyone was wearing a lot of layers, so we took off our coats and hugged each other. (I've noticed that girls, regardless of nationality, are more sensitive to the cold than boys). The German girl felt cold, but her boyfriend ignored her and continued talking quietly with his friends in the dark. So I took off my coat and put it on her. Trying to be a hero comes with its own set of consequences; I got freezing, my stomach was growling, and I kept wanting to fart. Since I couldn't go outside, I decided to enjoy myself a bit, like riding a motorcycle, and buy some cotton candy. On the way back, I almost got lost in the dark. When I returned, I found the German guys had gone out (to smoke). I gave some cotton candy to the German girl, and when she took it, she noticed my hands were incredibly cold and asked what was wrong. I said nothing. She then grabbed both my hands and put them in her lap. Since we often tease each other, I felt even more emboldened. I teased her by moving my hands up and whispering, "I want to touch your breast and your nipples." She didn't object, so I started vigorously rubbing her breasts through her sweater...

The clothes were too thick, and my hands were outside, so I tried to squeeze for a while but couldn't feel her nipples (her bra was padded). I could feel the German girl's warm breath blowing towards me from her nose and mouth; it was warm and smelled like cream. My mind went blank. I went over and kissed her on the lips, and she was quite cooperative, but she bit my lower lip until it bled, which I didn't even realize at the time. Just as I was about to undo her belt, she grabbed my hand, panting, and said, "No, my boyfriend will come back, please stop. You can touch my breast and kiss me." (German girls always pronounce "come" as "kommen," and I've teased her about it many times, but she just can't tell the difference). She gripped my hand tightly, pulling it upwards, refusing to let me touch her genitals. I was furious. I was sure she was wet down there. Everyone says foreigners are promiscuous, but how did I end up with such a conservative one? Damn it, just as I shifted my position, I suddenly saw three or four people coming in through the door (note that British cinemas are small; never sit near the door, or you won't get anything done). It looked like those German guys. I quickly pulled my hand back; if I hadn't seen them, they would have caught me red-handed. The movie was a blur; the plot didn't register in my mind. I was just reminiscing about the feeling.

Back at the house, the Spanish girl asked me what movie it was about, but I couldn't remember for a while. The German girl told her, and then, when no one was looking, she winked at me. At that moment, I felt 100% confident I had a chance. But even with a chance, there was no opportunity. That German guy came every day, practically lived there, and there were three other Germans in the house. I didn't dare make a move. So, I had to maintain the current relationship.
I'm actually quite good at cooking (don't underestimate this; from my observation, girls are generally very greedy, which is a very effective way to get closer. In future posts, besides sharing my experiences, I'll also share my cooking tips, offering a daily recipe so even if you're not chasing girls, you can still enjoy a good meal). The German girl, Spanish girl, Thai sister, British sister, and German brother all love my cooking. Today, I'll share my recipe for Golden Wrapped Silver Chicken Wings—delicious and aphrodisiac! The menu is as follows:
Chicken wings (one box): Tesco ￡1.28;
Tao garlic chili bean sauce: China store ￡1.50;
Sugar, salt, chicken bouillon, cinnamon, star anise, ginger,
light soy sauce, dark soy sauce. First, chop the chicken wings into three pieces along the joints. Boil them in hot water for a few minutes until the blood foam rises to the surface. Rinse them with clean water, then boil them again in clean water. Add sugar, salt, chicken bouillon, cinnamon, star anise, ginger, light soy sauce, and dark soy sauce. Adjust the heat to your liking. When the water is almost evaporated, remove the chicken wings. In a large wok, add oil and stir-fry the chicken wings. At the same time, add Tao garlic chili bean sauce and seasonings according to your taste. Stir-fry for three to four minutes. Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, golden and delicious. Eating them all at once is definitely aphrodisiac.

In the days to come, as things progress, I will introduce you to the recipes for dishes such as braised beef with potatoes, roast lamb, roast salmon, spicy crab, giant prawns, boiled fish, and shark meat. While pursuing women, it's essential to take good care of your health. Before thirty, you're prone to illness; after thirty, illness finds you. So, remember to eat well and rest well to ensure your success.

I've been rambling on and on, sounding like a chef. Continuing with the German girls, I often cook and eat with them. With delicious food, we naturally talk a lot. Finding balance with the British, Spanish, and German girls has almost become a habit. I often touch their breasts and butts (note that when touching them, make sure no one else or they see; it's best if it's just the two of you. Once, I touched a Spanish girl's butt and a German girl saw me; she wouldn't let me touch her for a week afterward).
The turning point came just before the Christmas holidays. The German girl's boyfriend went to their department to meet his tutor (German students studying in the UK are usually on exchange, so they don't pay tuition, but they seem to have to report to their tutor weekly; I don't know if other schools are like this). The German girl didn't go to the house; instead, she came to my room with ￡20 in cash and asked me to top up her local phone with my credit card (each room in our dorm has a landline, which is NTL and needs to be topped up before use; it only accepts Visa, Mastercard, or Switch cards issued in the UK. The British have been very reluctant to give credit cards to foreigners these past few years, which is very inconvenient). Without hesitation, I topped it up for her. After I finished, she didn't leave but asked how I'd been these past few days. We were chatting yesterday, so what could be happening today? I was just making conversation. I immediately wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. I was sitting while she was standing, and I buried my face in her chest. She was wearing a Gap sweater with a diagonal zipper, and I quickly unzipped it, pulling out one breast. I pushed up her bra, and a huge thing popped out—it was really big and firm. It was the first time I'd ever seen her breasts naked. I grabbed her nipple and started sucking hard, gently biting it. It felt like biting into a Tesco gummy candy with my front teeth. After a couple of minutes, the German girl seemed to soften, completely embracing my head and leaning against me. For no reason, I gained over a hundred pounds more weight. I lifted her head to pull down her sweater, but she had her eyes closed, looking completely blissful. Just as my hand had lifted half of her sweater, there was a knock on my door. It

was the German guy from our house, almost thirty, a pretty funny guy. The German girl quickly packed her clothes. As soon as I opened the door, he told me there was an event in the dorms that evening in Zone A, and everyone had to go. There was a party, and the accommodation office needed to count how many people were going home for Christmas and to conduct security checks. I went outside to talk to him and didn't let him in. Before leaving, he told me to tell the German girl. My heart skipped a beat; he must know about us (I've noticed that once people have social experience, they all appear calm on the surface, regardless of nationality; you can't tell if they've changed at all). I was genuinely worried; if he said anything, I'd be in trouble. I was completely disheartened. After going inside, I told the German girl what I'd said, and she quickly ran away. The next few days were peaceful; the girl's boyfriend still came every day, just like before. I was thankfully safe, or maybe they didn't care—who knows?

Our school's summer break started on December 13th, but many students left on the 10th, including us. Three German brothers left early (I heard they went to see their girlfriends; the eldest went to see his wife). Everyone else left except for the German girl, the Thai girl, and me. The German girl was worried about her exams after Christmas and was catching up on notes, so she wanted to stay a couple more days. Her boyfriend had left first (he's from Schleswig-Holstein, she's from Bavaria). According to her, he had to report to his German professor (he seems quite capable). I thoroughly enjoyed those two days, undisturbed. The Thai girl often came late, but we didn't interact much. I remember clearly that December 13th was the day the German girl and I consummated our marriage.

We both tacitly agreed that after dinner, the German girl called her boyfriend to ask how things were going and also to tell him about her own situation. I put the phone on silent. She went to take a shower first. Holy crap, she stripped naked in front of me, wrapped herself in a towel, and went into the bathroom. I quickly rushed to another bathroom to shower, finished in three minutes, and ran naked to her room. I waited a long time before she came out, still wrapped in a towel. I was so excited I was practically floating on air, and I couldn't believe it was real.
She smiled and moved closer, and I grabbed her. I hadn't been with a woman for four months. I pulled off her towel—what a beautiful figure! Absolutely rare among Chinese women. European women are so bold! She asked me to turn on all the lights, saying it would enhance the effect! Holy crap. I picked her up and threw her onto the single bed, then started kissing her—lips, ears, kissing her all the way down. I discovered that German girls have very sensitive backs, and her breasts are definitely a C-cup, and they're not sagging. I licked them everywhere like a puppy. Her inner thighs were also a sensitive area. I used the principle of starting from top to bottom, orderly first and then random, but with a focus, attacking multiple erogenous zones at once. I serviced her for over 10 minutes. Her vagina was unique; I found her G-spot, but it was flat with no bumps or depressions. After touching it for a short while, she started moaning. I asked her to give me oral sex. She initially refused, but later agreed (my penis is 14cm long; I usually don't get a full erection when watching porn, and I need to be wet with a woman's fluids to get it right. It's soft on the outside but hard inside. I don't know if this is a problem; if anyone knows, please advise. Thanks in advance). It felt so good, like an electric current running down my spine. She licked me for a while, and then I got in and thrust in immediately. At first, I was unsure; I'd heard that foreigners have big penises that stretch women, and that my penis wouldn't work well. But it seems a bit ridiculous; at least hers worked very well. The first time, I didn't use a condom and ejaculated in less than five minutes, spraying all the semen inside. She definitely wasn't satisfied. This time, she licked me willingly, and miraculously, I got hard again in a little while. I climbed on top and went again, this time not in such a rush. I thrust rhythmically, one stroke at a time, touching her clitoris as I went. When one position got tiring, I switched to another. I don't know how long it went on, but I felt like I couldn't feel anything anymore, I just couldn't ejaculate. She squeezed me two or three times, but that didn't work either. I was really anxious. It was the first time I'd experienced this. My penis wasn't giving me pleasure anymore, it was just swollen and uncomfortable. I couldn't thrust anymore, so I just stood there without moving. She wrapped her arms around my back, and I kissed her.

We chatted like this:
she asked me how to say "I love you" in Chinese. I taught her, but she just couldn't learn it. I taught her repeatedly, but she just wouldn't say it. I said it more than twenty times, and suddenly she said it perfectly, and told me that she just wanted to hear me say that to her.

I didn't hold back: "I love you, hello." She was even happier.

We still maintain our relationship now, having sex a little every week. It seems like we're satisfying something psychologically.

I personally feel that you need to open up to your girlfriend to make love better and maintain a long-term relationship, regardless of nationality. That's the end of my slutty story. My hands are sore from typing.

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