Song of Youth 1-2

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Song of Youth
Word Count: 16690 words
Published on 2010/05/21 in: Spring in the Courtyard
(Part 1)
The mighty Yangtze River flows eastward, its waves washing away heroes. Love and studies turn to nothing, but lovers remain. Once a virgin, professors and lecturers in the classroom, used to watching the lewd insects below, happy to meet with their slutty dicks and cunts. How many things have happened throughout history, in the boundless world of romance.
You might say, what's with the pretentious opening of such a vulgar article, and the tones are all wrong? Actually, I don't care about tones in my writing. Chinese characters are ideographic, not phonetic. Although my poem doesn't quite match the tones, it expresses my views on my campus. Okay, enough rambling, let's get straight to the point. In May, the university campus in the north is filled with both allure and repression. The transition from spring to summer, the changing climate, and the hormonal surge make everyone's breathing heavy. International Labor Day has just passed, and I ended a few days of decadent life with my buddies. I haven't contacted Wang Tong (my girlfriend) much. Of course I miss her, but I haven't turned on my phone because I have more important things to do.
I'm a senior now. I failed my elective Japanese last year. My initial goal in taking the course was to gain a deeper understanding of the Japanese AV industry, but since it was an elective, I didn't take it seriously at all. So while others were taking the course, I chose to go to the woods or a hotel with my girlfriend for some "practical activities." Later, the originally scheduled open-book exam was changed to a closed-book exam. Plus, I didn't have a good relationship with the professor, and no classmates from my major were there to cheat, so failing was no surprise. Tomorrow is the make-up exam for Japanese. Preparing for the exam? Just kidding. I personally think anyone studying in the library before an exam is an idiot. Only those who sell their sperm to get the exam questions and answers are truly capable. Little Li is such a capable person. Little Li, Li Renjie, male. Ethnicity: Han. Height: 176 cm. Major: Computer Science. Age: 24. Birth and death dates: unknown. It's said that because he skipped first grade three times, he seemed more mature than his peers. At 1.76 meters tall, he could dunk, so he was very popular with women. His penis was said to be 20 centimeters (the largest in our year, though I measured it at most 17 centimeters). My nickname for him was "Ginseng."
Ginseng had long hair, a pointed face, and was considered sleazy by the boys in our year, while the girls said he was handsome. He became the student council president in his sophomore year. Besides "Ginseng," some called him "General Manager Li," but I suspect that besides his two advantages—never getting caught cheating on exams and being good at currying favor with school leaders—he had slept with every female teacher. He told me his advantage was having an extra big, thick penis compared to Li Lianying (a notorious liar). My first college classmate, we were only superficially friendly, with deep-seated conflicts. We even fought in our junior year, but later made up—but that's another story.
My name is Wang Xiaoming, male. Ethnicity: Han. Height: 183 centimeters. Major: Information and Communication Engineering.
Age: 21. Sorry, I started school a year early. I don't have many advantages, just youth. My penis is 15 centimeters (conservatively speaking, tied for second place this year with Lü Jianqiang from the Civil Engineering department). While they say first and second, it was actually decided within our three departments. Many of the 500+ students didn't participate in the competition; it was basically a competition between the 20-plus people from our three dorms. So, our penis length doesn't represent the whole school. Let me briefly introduce Lü Jianqiang. He's a Civil Engineering major, but due to the dorm shortage, he was assigned to our dorm. He's the only one from another major, which is strange, but we're actually the closest. Maybe it's because he's a pure-blooded pervert.
We can't talk about anything without talking to girls. Through our conversations, I learned what a true pervert is—both professional and dedicated. If it weren't for the school's anti-feudalism and anti-dogmatism campaign, I would have already sworn brotherhood with him.
His nickname is "Old Daredevil" (meaning uncultured).
Damn it, I'm late! Manager Li insisted on meeting me on the rooftop of an abandoned coal mine two kilometers outside the school, like some kind of spy thriller. It's just exam answers, is it really necessary to go to such lengths? I ran while pulling out my phone, ready to call my girlfriend, get the answers, and then go find her. In my haste, I bumped into a guy coming from the opposite direction.
"Fuck you! Don't you have eyes?" I cursed.
"You fucking want to die, do you know who I am?" the man retorted. "Damn, it's you, you idiot, I'm looking for you. Grab your stuff and get the hell out of here."
"Hey idiot Ginseng, by the way, how many times did you sleep with Teacher Wei (the Japanese teacher) yesterday? Tell me, buddy."
I looked at Ginseng with a grin. "Her face is alright, but her figure is a bit off. You can't tell her front from her back. She's always so serious, looks like she's sexually frigid. Can you give her an orgasm?"
"I'm telling you, if you say anything more slanderous about Teacher Wei, I'm not done with you. She has a nice ass, and I had five or six orgasms last night!" Ginseng said with a serious face. "Stop fucking bragging, give me the exam answers right now."
"Here are the questions, here are the answers. The answers are what she did to you in bed last night, while she was having an orgasm, do you believe it?"
"Fuck, the Dalai Lama is in Beijing, do you believe it?"
"Treat me to dinner tomorrow, I'm not going to waste my breath on you. Oh, by the way, I just saw Wang Tong (my girlfriend), she was being really intimate with a guy, I'm leaving now." Ginseng said, about to run away.
"Come back!!!" I called after him, "Which guy?"
"Hehe, buddy, don't be angry," Ginseng grinned lewdly, "That's her dad, he came to see her off."
"I'll fucking punch you!"
"Hahahaha..." Ginseng laughed wildly and ran away.
I stared at the semen stains on the exam answers, utterly bewildered.
I put the answers away, then looked back at the abandoned factory railway tracks stretching into the distance, not a single tree in sight, just farmland beside them. Hehe, I have a special feeling for this kind of scenery, I even forgot about contacting my girlfriend. The first time I slept with my current girlfriend was here. It was less like sex and more like rape. Looking at the two or three farmers in the distance and the burly men occasionally going in and out of the abandoned factory, I couldn't help but wonder, when I slept with my girlfriend here last year, did they peep on me? If so, how excited would they be? With the frequent cases of migrant workers raping female college students, am I partly responsible?
There were many pebbles where the farmland intersected with the railway tracks. I put down my backpack, plopped down on them, and thought about things related to these railway tracks…
Time: 1 year ago, Location: On the school basketball court, the information technology team and the computer team were engaged in a fierce competition. The panting on the court was drowned out by the shouts from the sidelines. Only the occasional shouts from the court made the atmosphere more intense. In the fourth quarter, both sides started to intentionally foul. The whistle blew constantly, the game was stopped repeatedly, and there were free throws—this was the characteristic of the finals. The computer team, led by Ren Shen, has won second place several times in a row, whether in friendly matches or official school competitions. Our information technology team seems to be an insurmountable barrier for their computer team. Looking at Ren Shen, panting and hoarse, I secretly chuckled. Li Renjie, Li Renjie, why do you always have to be the leader in everything?
You like to compete, so I'll compete with you. I admit my ball skills aren't as good as yours, and my jumping ability isn't as good, but my stamina is comparable to yours. And no matter what adjustments you make to your team, your overall tactics remain the same: relentless attack. You can do this against other teams, but why do you do it against the information technology team, which has an absolute advantage in height and stamina? You're clearly not suited for politics, so why did you become the president of the student council?
I'm not jealous of you, I just feel you're a bit tired, and I feel sorry for you, understand?
In just four seconds, Ginseng broke through from the baseline. When he used his last fake to get past my teammate, I thought, "Ginseng, you're really fast and agile. I'm really not as good as you, haha, but you just can't win because you're the only talent on your team." In the blink of an eye, Ginseng used the last of his leg strength to leap into the air—a perfect layup, his muscles beautifully defined. He elegantly extended half his arm over the rim. By then, I had already jumped under the basket and gently nudged his arm with my large hand. He flew through the air with the ball, crashing heavily onto the concrete. I, too, politely accepted the referee's invitation to leave the court amidst a chorus of boos from the computer science students.
A weak voice came from behind me, "You fucking want to die!" The voice was very soft, only I heard it. I pretended not to hear it, drank water on the sidelines, and shouted loudly at the person preparing to shoot a free throw, "General Manager Li!
Don't tire yourself out! Shoot! Shoot!" As a result, the students majoring in information technology laughed and shouted along with me, "Shoot! Shoot!" So the result was predictable. Both free throws missed. And when the person was preparing for another round of attacks with red eyes, the referee and I checked our watches at the same time. Then the referee blew the whistle to end the game. My information technology team won the championship with a 4-point lead over the computer team. When I calmly prepared to go back to the dormitory, I didn't realize that I was already being stared at by two pairs of eyes. I knew for a second that one pair belonged to Li Renjie. "Wang Xiaoming, I'll fuck your mother!" "
As soon as I turned around, Renshen swung his backpack at me, almost hitting my face. I quickly dodged to the right, and the backpack grazed my ear before hitting my left shoulder. My left ear rang, and a sharp pain shot through my shoulder. I flinched back and saw my left shoulder was red. I knew his backpack contained more than just books. I could no longer suppress my long-standing resentment towards him, so I jumped forward and hugged him. Everyone on the playground who was planning to go to the cafeteria for dinner came back when they saw this spectacle. Apparently, some people actually tried to break up the fight, some took sides, some helped Renshen beat me, and some helped me beat him. But it was Lu Jianqiang, that old codger, who pulled a spring lock from his backpack and yelled, 'Anyone who fucking steps forward gets a beating! What business is it of yours if someone else fights one-on-one?!'
Haha, I didn't know any of this back then. These are all things people told me later. At that time, I only had eyes for Li Renjie. " My left shoulder was still incredibly painful from being hit by a brick from his backpack. When we got up from the ground, I had the upper hand. To be honest, it wasn't exactly honorable; he was almost out of energy, while I could easily play another game. So later, I was also puzzled. Li Renjie, you hid a brick in your backpack, so you were going to hit me, right? You were prepared for this, but why didn't you conserve your energy? You're unhappy that I told you you're not suited for politics; you've been acting on impulse the whole time.
I'm saying this shamelessly because my eyes were red as a rabbit's at the time, and I grabbed his hair with my right hand and shook it violently. Are you still cool? Are you still handsome? "Let's show the women today what right you have to fight me!" I shook him for a full five minutes, then slammed him onto the concrete. My right fist pounded into his stomach. "Hitting someone in the face risks getting into the police station," that's my long-standing experience in fighting enemies. So I usually hit the abdomen; if the police catch me, I have nothing to say. By the time the school security guards arrived, Li Renjie was already unconscious, his cheeks bulging.
When I left the security office, not only was my left shoulder swollen, but my right fist was also burning. I probably didn't know what I'd scratched on Renjie's clothes. It's just writing a self-criticism, right? " I'm all in," I thought, beaming with pride at the glory of the day. I licked the blood from the back of my right hand and said smugly to Lu Jianqiang, the old daredevil, "How was it today, buddy?"
"Fuck you! I never thought you were this kind of person. Ginseng was clearly exhausted. How could you be so ruthless?"
I was stunned by his insults. "Who the hell are you taking sides with? He hit me with a brick first. He had bricks in his bag, did you even know that?"
"I wanted to hit you too. Did you win that match honorably? He was furious and that's why he hid bricks in his bag. If it were me, I'd put shot puts in my bag! Let me tell you, I'm already despised by everyone for helping you fight. This is the last time I'll help you. From now on, we're strangers, completely severing ties!" After saying that, the old daredevil glanced at the girl standing next to him, turned around with utter disdain, and walked away.
Only then did I realize that two pairs of eyes had been watching me. One pair was Li Renjie's resentful eyes, and the other was this girl's gentle eyes. I looked her up and down. She wore a blue t-shirt and a yellow skirt, giving off a gentle vibe. Her big eyes were sparkling, and she had straight hair with her ponytail sticking up at the back. She must have a rather stubborn personality. I was stunned. By the time I came to my senses, Lao Gan had already walked 5 meters away.
I yelled angrily, "Lu Laogan, you fucking come back here! Didn't you want to break off our friendship? Fine, give me back my PSP and 1TB hard drive, and the 2490 RMB you borrowed from me last year to buy an iPhone—not a single cent less! And how many meals you and your wife have eaten at our house for free this month? Can you even pay them back? What the hell are you so arrogant about? Let me tell you, once you pay back the money, we're done for, we'll never see each other again!"
"Hehe, Xiaoming, why are you so angry? It's been so long, I thought you'd forgotten. Hehe…
You were quite heroic just now. I kept telling the audience, 'Wang Xiaoming, that's my older brother!' Hehe…"
Lu Jianqiang said with a roguish grin. I looked at the girl and asked Laogan, "Who is she?"
"She's been watching you play basketball every day these past few days, but I guess you left a bad impression on her just now," Laogan whispered to me. "The way you fought just now was really ugly."
"Get lost, you fucking asking for it!"
"I'm not trying to be mean, Wang Xiaoming, but you only beat up Li Renjie by sheer luck. You got lucky because he was weak. If you really fought him one-on-one, you might not be a match for him. And if I were Li Renjie, the moment you grabbed my hair, I could have grabbed your dick! Even if I couldn't win, at least it would have been a draw. Use your brain, which is more important, your hair or your dick?" This was a common occurrence between us brothers. As long as money wasn't involved, if a girl showed interest in one of us, the other would immediately ruin the atmosphere.
He was talking non-stop when I saw the girl next to me blush to the roots of her neck, fidgeting, unsure whether to leave or stay. I was stunned; she was so beautiful!
Then I snapped out of it and whispered to Lao Gan, "If you don't get lost, we'll pay you back."
Lao Gan looked at the two of us, gave me a thumbs-up, like he was saying, "You win," and walked away.
"Hello, my name is Wang Xiaoming. What year are you in?" I extended my right hand to the girl.
"Hello, my name is Wang Tong. I'm a freshman, and I'll be a sophomore after summer vacation." The girl smiled.
"What can I do for you?"
"I read your 'Declaration of Independence' published in the school magazine. I think your understanding of freedom is particularly profound, so I wanted to interview you..." The girl's eyes lit up.
"Paparazzi, huh? I wrote that in elementary school, published it in middle school with some Deng Xiaoping Theory, published it again in high school with some Three Represents, and in college I could only use the Eight Honors and Eight Shames to embellish it. It's not surprising that it's well-written; it's all the most advanced ideas. It would be strange if it wasn't well-written." Actually, what I really thought was:
Sex is precious,
orgasm is even more valuable,
but for freedom,
both can be abandoned.
That's my profound understanding of freedom...
Lu Jianqiang returned to the dorm, picked up my PSP and was about to smash it to pieces, but after opening it and looking at his favorite games, he softened.
His roommates were puzzled by his behavior and asked, "What's wrong?"
Two streams of tears flowed from Lao Gan's eyes. "Another girl, going to be ruined tonight..."
"Are you also feeling indignant for Li Renjie? Actually, I regret it too. I should have killed him directly, I shouldn't have left him alive..." Before I could finish speaking, she asked, "Who is Li Renjie?" "
..."
"Hehe, by the way, which team won just now? Actually, I don't know anything about basketball, I just came to see you..." Her voice trailed off.
"...You're also surnamed Wang? Then we might have been from the same family 500 years ago, I'm afraid you can only call me brother!"
I decisively broke the silence, and very, very old-fashionedly tested her.
"..." Wang Tong didn't say anything, lowered her head and quickly took a few steps forward. I followed slowly behind, but I was drawn to the scene. The abandoned factory's railway tracks stretched endlessly westward, as if the setting sun was the end of the tracks. The fields on both sides of the tracks were neatly arranged, patches of green and yellow, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth. Wang Tong walked carefully on the tracks, arms outstretched, maintaining her balance, looking down at her feet. She wore pink Nike sneakers, white socks, and her fair legs. When she lost her balance, she made a soft "ah..." sound like a kitten.
Noticing me staring at her intently, she said shyly, "What are you looking at?"
"Seeing when you twist your ankle, that way I'll have a better chance." But in my mind, I was thinking, "This little slut is trying to seduce me. I've seen plenty of girls like you, pretending to be innocent, but when you're fucking her, you're incredibly lewd."
She listened to me, stepped off the tracks, and walked ahead of me with her head down. I could vaguely see that the bra straps under her t-shirt were very tight. I thought, if the bra wasn't padded, her breasts must be quite large.
"I've investigated all your information, your family, your parents' experiences, your life over the past twenty years, I have all your information..." she kept saying.
Are there really people this naive? After investigating someone, she tells him she investigated him. What's her purpose? Usually, once someone achieves their goal, they won't tell the person they've prepared. Has she already achieved her goal?
I stopped thinking about anything else and stared at her short skirt and what was underneath. I tried desperately to see through it, but I couldn't even see the edge of her underwear. "Is your skirt that thick?" I whispered.
She turned around, frowned, and asked me, "What did you say?"
"Ah, do you know Empress Lü?"
"Empress Lü?"
"Yes, Empress Lü, Liu Bang's wife, the founding empress of the Han Dynasty. What do you know about her?"
She turned around and continued walking forward. I quickly followed her to her right and walked side by side with her.
"Hehe, don't laugh at me. Although I studied humanities, I'm really not interested in history...
Ah..." Before she could finish speaking, her right foot slipped, and she fell towards me. Her right hand landed on my left shoulder. Hehe, my swollen left arm was severely injured by a pair of gentle little hands. In an instant, my thoughts were jolted from the beautiful scene and the allure of the beautiful woman. The scene of fighting with Li Renjie just now instantly flashed into my mind, and my heart seemed to be surging with the excitement of that time. If it weren't for such a beautiful girl touching my wound, I think I would have roared "Ah!" like a beast. But I instantly realized who was next to me and immediately held back. However, she still noticed my painful expression. I frowned and quickly took her left wrist with my right hand. We squatted down together. She saw the large beads of sweat on my forehead from the pain, and I saw her fair thighs. Then came the most vulgar of reactions: my gaze was fixed on her legs, unable to leave them. My penis, which hadn't been used for a month, stood erect like a beast. If I weren't wearing athletic shorts, it would have burst through my underwear. Honestly, I swear, I'd never felt anything like this before, like a primitive man. Only three words echoed in my mind: "Possess her."
It wasn't unnatural, just sudden, yet it happened naturally...
And she, unaware of the impending danger, pulled tissues from her bag, repeatedly apologizing.
I grabbed her wrist and dragged her quickly into the nearby field, tearing her skirt and underwear. She lay on the ground, too astonished to even scream. And in that position, I saw the most alluring sight of my life: a woman's buttocks in the wild...
Later, I recalled that I had slept with many girls and enjoyed fucking their buttocks, but only that one time did she truly ignite my passion. The desire I felt then, even now, I can't find the reason. Was it because of the wilderness?
Because of the railway tracks? Because of the sunset? Because of the rape? I don't know.
I was panting, the shower gel in my training bag already opened, my penis covered in it.
I pounced on her like a madman, grabbing her buttocks, my hand reaching forward to cover her mouth, my penis thrusting into her vagina with a muffled sound. She weakly pushed me away, her hands futilely slapping my body, my thighs, signaling for me to leave her. But I found the girl's helplessness so alluring; no wonder some say rape is an aesthetic. The resentment of the unfair victory in today's competition, the hatred for Li Renjie, all focused on my throbbing, veiny penis, thrusting wildly and rapidly. Wang Tong's vagina became a tool for my lustful desires.
From dragging her into the farmland to penetrating her vagina, it took less than three minutes. Before she could even put up a violent resistance, she had already transformed from a girl into a woman. When I turned her body over, her makeup was a mess mixed with tears. I invaded her body again. Her brows furrowed slightly. I took my hand away from her mouth. "Help... rape..."
I quickly covered her mouth again, grinning foolishly at her. My penis thrust even more wildly in and out of her vagina. The pleasure of the vaginal walls rubbing against my penis grew stronger and stronger, and the excitement of the glans stimulation increased. Finally, after five minutes, I could no longer suppress the pleasure of her vagina. Gazing into her terrified eyes, my penis, like a machine gun, entered the depths of her uterus. My teeth gripped her smooth shoulders tightly, and my arms held her tightly. My body trembled on her body, and my penis trembled inside her for a long time.
"You are my woman, you are my woman..." I breathed heavily and whispered in her ear.
"Ugh...cough cough cough..." She coughed and cried, helplessly enduring my hands roaming over her body.
"Rape!!" I finally understood the true meaning of that word!
It was getting dark. After lying on top of her for a full 10 minutes, I got up, pulled out my limp penis, and looked at the bloodstains on it in confusion. I touched her panties; no sanitary products. A virgin? Impossible. How could a virgin arouse such lust in me? I touched some of the blood on my penis and smelled it. It smelled fishy. "You filthy scoundrel..."
A weak voice came from her body.
I found some tissues and wiped away the bloodstains, semen, and shower gel from my body and hers. Heh, I just didn't know if there was any of her vaginal fluid.
I got dressed, lay down on the railway tracks, and asked her, "Did you feel pleasure?"
She didn't say a word, got up, dressed, and coldly told me, "Take me back to my dorm."
Actually, I wanted to go to a hotel with her for the night, but seeing her expression, I didn't continue talking to her, and we remained silent the whole way.
According to the limerick I'd just recited:
"Sex is precious,
orgasm is even more valuable,
but for freedom,
both can be sacrificed,
" then I could say that this time was precious, and at least I had an orgasm. But what about freedom? I felt that her presence would make me lose my freedom.
I stared blankly as she went up to the dorm building, then turned and left. Just as I was walking along a path outside the playground, several people grabbed me. A short guy jumped up and smashed a whole brick into my head. Several streams of heat flowed down my ears, forehead, and back of the head, and then my body was beaten until I gradually lost consciousness.
When I woke up, everything around me was white. I heard Lü Jianqiang laughing loudly, "Hahaha, you're worse off than me, worse off than me!" I looked towards the source of the laughter and saw Lao Gan, his right arm in a cast, his face bruised and swollen, staring at me.
"Where's Wang Tong?" I asked.
"Who's Wang Tong?" everyone around me asked.
I tried my best to hide the beating, adhering to the principle of "the less trouble, the better," and Lao Gan and I lived our lives quietly. But eventually, my father, the director of the Education Bureau, found out. It's said that the old man was unusually calm when he heard about it, only writing an open letter to the school principal. The letter's gist was: first, he was severing our father-son relationship; second, the principal should uphold the national constitution—a murderer pays with his life, a debtor pays his debts; third, the principal should not show me any leniency just because I'm the director's son; he should criticize me severely, educate me properly, and not hesitate to lock me up if necessary; fourth, any leniency towards me would harm the people.
Based on these four points, my personal conflict with Renshen became the school's main conflict. My incident with Renshen surpassed the annual professor evaluation and became the school's top priority.
A solution was quickly reached: Renshen was removed from his position as student union president, given a major demerit, placed on probation, and apologized to me and Lao Gan; of the eight students Renshen instigated to beat me and Lü Jianqiang, three were expelled, and the other five received demerits and were placed on probation; Lü Jianqiang received a major demerit and was placed on probation; Wang Xiaoming was confined for a day to seriously reflect on his mistakes and must submit an application to join the Party to the school committee before the final exams, striving to join the Party before the end of the semester and accept the Party's criticism, education, and reform.
Meanwhile, privately, after Li Renjie was dismissed, he came to see me every day. Two weeks later, Xiao Li and I reconciled and became good friends…
So, where is Wang Tong?
My thoughts were interrupted from a year's worth of memories. Girlfriend, girlfriend! I glanced at my watch; it was already past 5 PM. I'd been at school for half a day and hadn't called her yet. I turned on my phone; sure enough, my inbox was almost full of messages from "Red-faced Girl" (my girlfriend's cheesy nickname). Just as I was about to call her back, a sweet yet resentful voice came from behind me, "So you still know how to turn on your phone!"
I turned around, and there she was, just like a year ago, standing on the railway tracks in the setting sun, smiling sweetly at me.
(II)
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Jesus and Confucius both said, "First love is what I desire, and so is cheating; if I cannot have both, I will give up first love and cheat." The great revolutionary leader Mao Zedong also said, "I lost my proud poplar, you lost your willow; a red apricot branch has climbed over the wall." Enough of this digression, let's continue from where we left off.
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"Ugh, you're so annoying! A year ago, you were right here, and you..."
"So what? You did it? You fucked me? You raped me? Do you have any proof? Speak up, what did I do to you?"
I was incredibly excited, my big cock felt warm and pleasurable being gripped by this slut, I really wanted to ejaculate, but I also wanted to enjoy it a little longer.
"Ah, ah, I won't say it, you just love hearing people swear."
A farmer walked over from the distant field ridge. I lifted up my girlfriend's shirt, pushed up her bra, and rubbed her breasts hard, thinking, let's see if my girlfriend's breasts are big and white. The farmer must have discovered this place, but he kept walking forward. My girlfriend wouldn't have it, pulling hard on her clothes and skirt. I, however, was so excited I was thrusting and pounding wildly, weakening her resistance. Her body slowly trembled in response. I whispered in her ear, "You little slut, I'll fuck you to death, I'll pound you to death."
My girlfriend no longer held back, responding to me wantonly, thrusting her hips back, pressing my hands against her large breasts, rubbing them. She turned and asked for a kiss, her mouth suddenly opening into an "O" shape. Her round buttocks stopped their frantic thrusting, only twitching slightly. Her little pussy gripped my thick cock tightly, a gush of juice instantly enveloping my violently thrusting penis.
Damn!!! My mind went blank, the pleasure making my hair stand on end. My cock felt incredibly good. Warm and slippery, I roared "Ah!", gripping her large breasts tightly, my ejaculation failing me, a thick, abundant stream of semen spraying unreservedly onto this wanton ass.
My girlfriend turned around weakly, hugged me, and slowly squatted down, blushing as she said, "Hurry up and help me get dressed."
I chuckled to myself, thinking, "Farmer brother, if you walk any faster, I'll let you see clearly, see everything." Once
everything was ready, the farmer walked past us, mouth agape, staring at my girlfriend's fair thighs. His gaze was like a soldier staring at the national flag during a parade, the only difference being that while soldiers "finish their duty" after passing the flag, this farmer kept turning back for another intense look, clearly showing his fervent admiration for my girlfriend's white thighs, like a surging river. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I dislike farmers because I find them rustic and ignorant, but I also like them because they are genuine, a hundred times better than those who pretend to be cultured and are hypocritical. My girlfriend already had a striking figure, and this year I'd further developed her curves, making her ample in the bust and buttocks. I noticed that everyone on campus looked at her furtively; no student, including male teachers, was as bold and natural in looking at her thighs as this farmer brother. Does being knowledgeable make one more lewd?
His girlfriend blushed and said, "He was staring at him like that, and instead of scolding him, you were laughing!" She pouted, looking like a little sullen, which was quite cute.
With a serious expression, I said to her, "We can't afford to offend the peasant class. The downfall of almost every dynasty in China was due to peasant uprisings. If that uncle just told me he wanted to have sex with you, then I would have to take off your shorts, make you stick your ass out, and say to him, 'Sir, please enjoy!' As long as he returns it to me before dark..."
Before I could finish speaking, a small fist came flying at me. I took the opportunity to pull my girlfriend into my arms and kiss her head.
"Wang Xiaoming, let me tell you, if you ever dare not marry me, I'll cut off your damn thing." She shyly touched my drooping penis and whispered, "Let's not come here so often anymore, I'm scared..."
"I like it here, there are few people, the scenery is beautiful, and the smell of steel from the rusty rails is like a stimulant, a drug to me. I love the smell, I don't know why, but smelling this gives me the strength to do anything, including fucking you."
"Can you say something not vulgar? At first, I really thought you were a serious person, but you always manage to steer the conversation towards this. We really have to go back..."
"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"
"I'm fine! What about you?" She looked at me somewhat angrily.
"Oh, I'm fine too. Let's go then. I'm satisfied anyway. I'll take you back to your dorm. You have class tomorrow.
I have an exam." I stood up calmly.
My girlfriend's eyes were already brimming with tears. I found it amusing and said to her, "Hurry up. You've had your fun. What? Do you want to charge me?"
"Wang Xiaoming, you bastard! What do you take me for? A prostitute?"
"In all honesty, do you think I, Wang Xiaoming, am that kind of person? How could I treat you like a prostitute? You're just a tool for my sexual gratification. Prostitutes charge money." I looked at her with a shameless expression.
I knew she was about to go crazy because, judging from her expression, she either wanted to pounce on me and bite me, or she wanted to turn around and run away. Of course, I couldn't let the latter happen, so I said to her in advance, "Want to bite me? Any part of my body is fine, just don't damage my dick." Before she could react, I pounced on her and hugged her. "You've run into bandits, hahaha!" She struggled like a little bird.
I "kidnapped" her to my house, pushed open my bedroom door, lit a few small candles, and saw a dilapidated piano, accordion, a small porcelain cat piggy bank, a worn-out sewing machine, and portraits of Stalin and Mao Zedong on the wall. She froze, her eyes welling up with tears, though it was clear they weren't from anger.
"How about it? The stuff's old, but it's tidy enough," I said smugly. "You think you're the only one doing intelligence work? But do you know what's hardest to find?" I took a picture frame from the piano; the yellowed photo inside was of Wang Tong at age five with her mother. Her mother in the photo looked exactly like Wang Tong now, only a bit plumper, while five-year-old Wang Tong had big eyes and a cute round face—you just wanted to kiss her. A true beauty.
I sighed deeply, holding the photo. "Look how cute you were as a child. I never imagined you'd grow up to be such a lecher..." Wang Tong burst into laughter through her tears, then playfully punched me with her little fist.
Wang Tong's maternal grandfather was a high-ranking general who had served on the Korean War, and her maternal grandmother was an artist in the army's cultural troupe. In the early 1960s, Wang Tong's maternal grandfather keenly sensed the fierce internal struggle within the Communist Party. Despite the increasingly tense Sino-Soviet relations at the time, he used all his connections to send Wang Tong's maternal grandmother and mother to the Soviet Union. Later, it proved that his political vision was excellent. Sino-Soviet relations broke down, and unfortunately, during the ten-year catastrophe, remaining neutral was impossible. Wang Tong's maternal grandfather was persecuted to death for sympathizing with and supporting his superior, Peng Zhen. Wang Tong's mother studied at the Moscow Conservatory and met a Chinese student at the Engineering Institute. They married and had Wang Tong. Wang Tong grew up in the Soviet Union. When she was six years old, the Eastern Bloc changed dramatically, and the mainland rehabilitated the 10-year Cultural Revolution, exonerating Wang Tong's maternal grandfather. Therefore, Wang Tong's family returned to Beijing.
My girlfriend hasn't told me all of this, only bits and pieces here and there. I heard about it systematically from one of her cousins, and I even bribed that cousin to steal a childhood photo of her. She told me that Wang Tong loved her mother very much, so this photo was the most suitable. So I decorated my bedroom according to the background of the photo. But that wasn't the biggest expense. The sewing machine and the little porcelain cat were easy to find. This broken piano was something I bought at a high price from an old music store—half a year's tuition gone! I'm tone-deaf and know absolutely nothing about it. Although I see my buddies playing guitar and they look cool, I'm completely tone-deaf and don't even dare to sing. But thinking of my girlfriend's face, breasts, and butt, I gritted my teeth and went all out. Preparing this junk took me three months, but it seems to have worked quite well.
I ordered steak from outside, took out a few side dishes from the fridge, and opened Antinoripep Poli, my girlfriend's favorite Italian red wine (it tastes like spinach, it's awful—#).
"It's been a year since we met, let's commemorate that. Are you happy to know me? You didn't regret raping me, did you?" I said with a grin.
My girlfriend hugged me, her bright eyes fixed on me. "We've known each other for a year, and I never realized you were such a thoughtful person."
"Really? Then how are you going to treat me? If I were you, I'd be down on the bed right now. Hehe, just kidding, let's eat first."
After some sweet talk, we had a homemade candlelight dinner in our 1970s-style bedroom. Thinking about it, my girlfriend was born in December. Considering the ten months of pregnancy, her mother must have been not only beautiful but also had a stunning figure. Otherwise, with poor heating and the coldest time in Moscow, her father wouldn't have been able to resist her mother's temptation and gotten her pregnant. How exciting! ^_^
"Hurry up and eat, who are you thinking about again?" my girlfriend asked, seeing me lost in thought.
Hehe, I dared not tell her this idea, so I vaguely said, "We have a Japanese exam tomorrow."
"Oh, then take me back to school after dinner."
"Sure, but I could tell you weren't satisfied when I was fucking you just now. You won't cheat on me tonight, will you?"
"Not necessarily, our statistics professor in the business school is super handsome! It would be worth losing my virginity to him." My girlfriend was still angry that I forgot to celebrate our 1st anniversary, and after realizing she had been tricked, she had been looking for an opportunity to get revenge.
"Really? How big is his penis?"
"Wang Xiaoming, can you stop using those organ terms all the time, especially when we're eating?"
"I can't eat without talking about these things. For example, this steak, I didn't treat it as a steak."
"Enough, don't go too far!" My girlfriend's face turned red again.
I ignored her and continued, "I treated it like your sweet abalone down there, and I licked it like this, ah, ah, so delicious." I licked that small piece of steak with a lewd expression, performing in front of her with great enthusiasm. As a result, a steel fork flew over and hit my chest.
"Murder your husband? See how I deal with you!" I ran over and hugged her, tickling her. We wrestled around, and the meal ended up lasting almost two hours. "Honey," my girlfriend said softly, hugging me, "I'm so happy today, I'll love you forever."
"ME2," I replied hastily, because I noticed the taxi driver glancing at my girlfriend's thighs in the rearview mirror every now and then, because my hand was wandering restlessly there.
"You forgot to use the restroom at your house," my girlfriend whispered in my ear. "Oh yeah, you drank a lot of drinks and wine, do you want to pee or poop?" I asked (peeing is for urinating, pooping is for defecating ^_^).
"Phew..." my girlfriend whispered. "Oh, I know." So I took the half-finished drink out of my bag, waved it in front of her, and said in a very lewd way, "Listen to the gurgling sound of water coming out of this bottle, isn't it tempting?"
I breathed into her ear, making a gurgling sound.
My girlfriend felt even more urge to pee, and she was both amused and exasperated, pinching me hard.
"You dare pinch me? I'll see how I deal with you," I thought to myself, and then said to the driver, "Driver, could you please slow down? I'll sing you a song."
The driver didn't understand what was going on and actually slowed down. My girlfriend saw that I was driving slower, her face turned red, and she glared at me. So I started singing, "The little river flows, drizzling, gurgling, gurgling."
I was tone-deaf and deliberately emphasized those onomatopoeic words, which made my girlfriend laugh out loud.
I dawdled until we reached her dorm room. It was almost 10 o'clock. Looking at her tightly pressed thighs, my desire surged, and my penis became erect again. "Baby, give me a kiss."
"Oh, stop it! The administrator will yell at us if we're late." My girlfriend struggled and ran away, then suddenly turned back, smiling, and said, "Thank you so much for dinner, it was unforgettable."
"You're too kind. Come on up, look how pent up you are." I teased.
"You're so annoying." My girlfriend turned and went up the steps to her dorm room. Watching her swaying hips, I couldn't contain my lust and called out, "Baby, come back, I have something important to tell you."
She turned around, looking at me curiously, "What?"
"Come here quickly, it's important." I said seriously. She walked back hesitantly, and as soon as she reached my side, I dragged her to the back of the building. "Hey, what are you doing?" she whispered.
"Fuck you!!" I pushed her down against a window, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and began licking her vulva. "Oh, you bad boy, it's dirty there... ah..."
My tongue licked her vulva and urethra, especially the urethra. The fishy smell stimulated my penis, which throbbed violently. I sucked on her clitoris, and she screamed, covering her mouth and moaning, her face flushed. She whispered, "Let me go back to the dorm, I really need to pee..."
"Pee, if you need to pee, pee into your husband's mouth, pee, spray it out."
These words clearly aroused her, but she didn't pee. Instead, she released a lot of vaginal fluid. My tongue became even more agile, licking inside her vagina, while my hands reached up to touch her breasts.
"Wang Xiaoming, you filthy scoundrel, you're killing me, you're killing me, ah..."
I couldn't hold back any longer. I made her climb onto the dark window behind the dorm building, aimed at her round buttocks, and thrust into her.
"Damn, I'll fuck you to death, you little slut. You were rubbing your thighs in the taxi, did you think I didn't see? You look so horny, do you want to be raped?"
"Mmm, I just wanted to pee, I couldn't take it, ah, ah."
I grabbed her breasts and pounded into her.
"That driver saw all your thighs, he definitely wants to fuck you like I do, fuck you like a little bitch, ah, ah little bitch, big tits, I'll fuck you to death. And that farmer this afternoon, he saw all your tits, he definitely wants to rush up and rub them, fuck you hard."
My girlfriend stopped talking, just moaning, but she was clearly infected by my words, and responded to my cock fiercely. Seeing how interested she was, I reached out and rubbed her clitoris.
"Ah, honey... don't touch there, I'll pee..."
Hearing this, I got excited and fucked her even harder. I pulled her body open the window, took a few steps back, and said to her, "Maybe someone's watching me fuck you from this window." I pushed up her shirt, took off her bra, and rubbed my fingertips against her nipples.
"Ah, no, this is the women's dormitory's first-floor washroom. The light's broken, no one comes. Ugh, why do you get so big down there when you say someone saw me naked?"
"Big? You don't like it? I'll rub your big glans to death." I rubbed her breasts with my left hand and pressed my right hand against her abdomen. My big cock pounded away.
"Ugh, ugh, it's killing me, you stinky husband, you pervert, ah, I'm going to die..."
she screamed, her upper body straightening, her buttocks jerking violently. In that instant, two unexpected things happened. First, my girlfriend didn't know that the light in the girls' dormitory's first-floor washroom had been repaired. As she climaxed, her vision suddenly brightened, and a girl in pajamas carrying toiletries walked in. Second, I was startled by the sudden light in the washroom and gently pressed my right hand on my girlfriend's abdomen. This was no small matter. My girlfriend, who was in the throes of orgasm, was already struggling to resist the urge to urinate. Although it was a gentle press, her bladder contracted during her orgasm, her urethra loosened, and a stream of white fluid gushed out.
Two screams rang out, one from the girl inside the bathroom, and the other from my girlfriend. The girl stared in shock at the scene, while my girlfriend instinctively covered her face with her hands. Her body mostly blocked me; she was almost completely naked. I was vigorously rubbing her large, white breasts with my left hand, while her private area below her abdomen, covered by my right hand, was gushing fluid. Her buttocks, in the throes of orgasm, thrust backward, feeling the heat and hardness of the man's thick penis behind her. I could no longer resist the exquisite, wild contractions of her vagina, and I lost control, ejaculating streams of semen. My thick penis trembled wildly inside her vagina.
My girlfriend, aside from covering her face, seemed to have forgotten all shame. This large-breasted girlfriend, almost completely naked in front of her classmates, thrust her hips, spraying urine, convulsing repeatedly in orgasm, responding to the man's violent ejaculation behind her. For a long time…
Afterwards, my girlfriend squatted weakly on the ground. I stood up and exclaimed, "Damn, that was awesome!" Just as I was about to pull up my pants, I saw the girl in the bathroom standing there, unsure whether to go in or out. On a whim, I decided to play a prank, so I pulled down my pants completely, exposing my limp penis to her. I even used my left hand to lift my limp penis and my right hand to support my full scrotum covering my testicles, letting her see it clearly. She opened her mouth wide, seemingly surprised that someone could be so shameless, but then blushed, gave me a disdainful look, and turned away. Feeling a bit bored, I fixed my pants, helped my girlfriend up, dried her body, and dressed her. Her underwear was completely ruined.
"What kind of thing did you do?" my girlfriend said angrily. "It's okay, it was so dark outside, she probably didn't see who it was. Besides, you were having so much fun just now..." I was interrupted by her yelling, "Wang Xiaoming!! I didn't mean that!! Do you think I didn't see what you did to that girl? How can you do this after you've got me? Waaah!" She actually started crying.
I went to hug her, but she pushed me away. "Get away, you pervert, you filthy scoundrel!!" My girlfriend ran into her dorm without looking back.
"Damn it, I have an exam tomorrow, otherwise I would have gone to my place or gotten a hotel." I stretched, my big cock feeling incredibly comfortable. I went back to my dorm, called my girlfriend, apologized for a long time before finally getting her to sleep. During the apology, I learned that this was the most intense orgasm she had ever had.
The next morning, I woke up early, ready to go to the exam, when my friend came over with a lewd look on his face and asked me, "Was it good?"
"What?"
"Don't play dumb, your sleep talking completely betrayed you."
"What sleep talking?"
"Damn it, you had your fun, but you screamed all night, keeping the rest of us awake. Do you even have a human heart?" Lao Gan roared. "What does 'pee' mean? What does 'fuck tits' mean? Who did you make squirt? Hahahaha."
The rest of the dorm laughed along.
"Get the hell out of here! Your minds are so dirty. I don't have time for you. I have a Japanese exam."
"You? A Japanese exam? Besides 'Yamete' and 'Ganbatte,' what else can you say?"
"You're asking for it!" I dragged Lao Gan out of bed, pinned him down, and said, "I'm going to give you a Japanese lesson today!!"
As I spoke, I bounced my butt up and down from behind, telling him, "Scream, scream!"
"Yamete, yamete," Lao Gan chanted along. The whole dorm was in chaos, some taking pictures, some cheering. I checked my watch—it was almost 9 o'clock. I grabbed the answers from Ren Shen and ran to the classroom.
The proctor was the Japanese teacher; her face and skin were flawless, fair and rosy, like a lotus emerging from water. Her only flaws were her flat chest and lack of a butt. This elective course was hardly taken seriously, and there were fewer than 20 students taking the makeup exam. The proctor was texting someone and chuckling to herself. I blatantly took my answers to the table to copy. Just as I was about to finish, I felt someone standing next to me. The beautiful teacher smiled at me, as if saying, "Enjoying copying?" She was about to catch me cheating when, before she could even speak, I wrote three words on a scrap of paper: "Li Renjie." The teacher's face turned green. Those who read my previous episode know that Li Renjie got these answers for me after he had sex with her. According to Li Renjie, the wet patch on the answer sheet was actually the beautiful teacher's vaginal fluid. I was very curious and wanted to test it out, so I drew a heavy circle on the wet patch on the answer sheet. The teacher's face turned from green to red, and she walked away. I was quite surprised and couldn't help but feel a little respect for Li Renjie.
My schedule was packed after the exams, no need to go into details. At 8 pm, I was waiting for my girlfriend at the library for a late-night snack when a chilling, deep female voice behind me sent a shiver down my spine: "Wang Xiaoming, you're really famous now."
Without turning around, I knew who it was—Xiao Ziran. She had a hoarse voice, looked like Zhou Xun, and resembled her in appearance too. The difference was her height of 1.76 meters, her model-like figure, and the president of the dance club. She was generous and straightforward. Our school had beauties and talented women, and she possessed both. Before she entered the school, there were many dance departments—ballet, folk dance, you name it. She unified these miscellaneous small clubs into one large dance club, making her an idol for almost all the women in the school. Even many teachers gave her a thumbs up; she was a master of the feminist movement. However, don't mistake her for a lesbian. When she's in love, she's incredibly docile and dependent. In SM, she definitely plays a masochistic role, needing a master. You might ask why I know all this so clearly.
Actually, it's hard for me to give Xiao Ziran a name in my life. Although people often refer to her as my ex-wife, I don't think we were ever in a relationship because she's so independent. I also don't consider us strangers or good friends because I really had sex with her intensely, or rather, she had sex with me intensely. "Lover" isn't suitable because it has to be one-on-one, or someone else's girlfriend having a one-on-one affair with me could also be considered a lover. But I had crazy group sex with her and her male and female friends at a karaoke bar, so in the end, I reluctantly gave her a title: "my virginity." I
was the one who actively pursued her. "Actively" means "proactive." If my current girlfriend taught me what women are like, then Xiao Ziran is the savior who cured my premature ejaculation. She made me last longer in bed and knew better how to tease women to make them go crazy. In short, my "sex education teacher." ^_^ Sorry, another title.
The reason it cured my premature ejaculation will be explained next time, I'll leave that for later...xxxx
I turned around and whispered to her, "What do you mean?"
"Come out and I'll tell you."
I followed her out of the library. "You were really something last night. With that kind of ability, you should go to a sperm donation center and make a lot of money." She looked at me coldly.
"Are you jealous?" I asked.
"Pah, others may not know your abilities, but don't I?"
"Then what are you doing here?"
"You're really popular in the girls' dormitory now. Many people admire you, or rather, want to be fucked by your dick. I'm here to express their feelings." She said sarcastically and coldly.
I don't like women who are even more sarcastic than me, and I think that's why we broke up. So I said, "Then have them register with you first. Number them and have them come every week according to odd and even numbers: Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. I'm open to one-on-one or group sex. Pretty girls and good figures get priority. Pretty girls with bad figures are on hold. Ugly girls are not wanted. That's all the requirements. Go back and do it."
"Dream on, you bastard!" She punched me. "I'm here to tell you, don't be too arrogant, or you'll regret it." Then she turned to leave.
I got angry too. "Xiao Ziran, don't flatter yourself, okay? Who I sleep with and where I sleep with is my freedom, it's none of your business. I love Wang Tong, do you know how we celebrated our one-year anniversary? I won't tell you, because I've spent far more time and effort on her than on you. Yes, I slept with her behind the building on a whim, because she's sexy, what does that have to do with you? What right do you have to talk to me like that?"
Actually, I said this impulsively out of anger, and I regretted it as soon as I finished. It wasn't that I was afraid of what I might do, but I was afraid that this crazy woman would make a move on Wang Tong, which was something I couldn't prevent.
Sure enough, before I could finish speaking, her back trembled slightly. "Wang Xiaoming, is this all I am in your heart?"
I remained silent. She turned to leave, but I called after her, "Wait! If you have a problem, come at me. Our business is none of anyone else's concern."
Xiao Ziran turned around, tears welling in her eyes. "What are you pretending to be so loyal and righteous for? Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are, Wang Xiaoming? Bastard, you son of a bitch!"
She cursed and ran off, leaving me stunned. I thought to myself, "Completely insane!! You've already had a group sex session, and you're still pretending to be innocent with me? I am a bastard, I am a son of a bitch, but I used to be. Now that I have Wang Tong, I'm going to live a normal life, a human life!!!"
I sighed for no reason, and when I turned around, I found Wang Tong looking at me coldly.
I rushed over to her and said, "When did you get here? Class is over? Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the library?"
"Waiting for you to finish your date? I didn't expect you, this ugly duckling, to be so popular with girls. She's the school beauty, you'd better seize the opportunity."
Sigh, what do you all think of my cold words to my girlfriend? Should I lie? Or should I lie? xdxdxdxd To be
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