I've become a girl (33-36)

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Episode 33: An Extravagant Graduation Ceremony 　　Happy times always seem too short. Soon, two weeks passed, and the dean's wife moved back from her parents' home. My passion with the dean abruptly ended, as if doused with cold water. Fortunately, the dean's wife didn't notice anything different at home. Her husband still slept soundly beside her every night. The only difference was that his libido seemed to have increased. Because she was afraid of harming the fetus, she was reluctant to have sex. The dean wanted to use her anus for anal intercourse, but she was afraid of the pain. In the end, she could only use her thighs to clamp the dean's penis and ejaculate. This is what the dean told me later. 　　At home, the dean and I seemed to return to our previous respectful relationship. Although we both harbored lingering desires, neither of us dared to make any rash moves. After all, the lady of the house wasn't one to sit idly by; a woman's intuition can easily detect the scent of another woman. I myself was even more cautious, fearing our affair would be discovered, and I even went to the swimming pool less often. 　　However, driven by his incessant longing for me and his lust, the male dean couldn't resist taking the risk. One day, taking advantage of the rare opportunity when I went into the water, he also went in, pretending to exercise. In the pool, he hurriedly told me that he was going to see me that night. I nervously shook my head frantically. He didn't say anything, just smiled slightly and looked at me decisively. It seemed the dean had made up his mind. I could only glare at him resentfully before hurriedly getting out of the water and going back to my room. 　　That evening at dinner, the dean specially poured a cup of "Ten-Ingredient Tonic Wine" for his wife, telling her that drinking it would nourish her body and help with pregnancy. His wife obediently drank the whole cup. After dinner, while the dean washed the dishes, she complained of feeling a little dizzy and wanted to go to bed. The dean was more than happy for her to do so. He helped her into the room, fetched a basin of water for her to wash her face and feet, and then settled her in bed to sleep. 　　That day, after dinner, I went to my bedroom early. The director had showered and watched TV alone in the living room for a while. Seeing that it was already 10 o'clock, he went back to his bedroom and lay down next to his wife. By then, his wife was already fast asleep, like a baby. It seemed that the tonic wine had made her sleep through the night. I, however, tossed and turned in my bedroom, lying there for almost an hour without being able to fall asleep, excited about the exciting moment that was about to begin, my heart pounding wildly. 　　Around 11:30, someone turned the doorknob, and the door opened, not locked. I knew it was the director. Through the dim light from the window, I saw him quickly enter, then turn around and close the door. As soon as he reached the bedside, he pressed down on me. I said in a voice barely above my breath, "You're so bold, aren't you afraid?" He said, "I missed you so much, I couldn't resist." I whispered again, "What did you miss about me?" He replied, "Everything." 　　After that, a passionate kiss descended upon us. 　　The dean pulled off his robe and underwear, then slipped under the covers and crawled in. He then realized I was only wearing a bra and panties. My warm, soft body instantly transported him back to a world of tenderness. He passionately ripped off my bra and panties, frantically licking and kissing my breasts, lower abdomen, and thighs, which exuded a feminine fragrance. I, in turn, excitedly kissed wherever I could reach. 　　The dean spread my legs apart, burying his head between them. A familiar scent instantly aroused him, making him swell with desire. He frantically sucked on my pink labia, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushed from my vagina. We both trembled with long-dormant desire. 　　I tugged at the dean's hair, repeatedly saying, "Come on, come on..." He left my genitals, leaping onto me. His hard penis found my moist mons pubis, and with a thrust of his hips, it slid all the way into my tight vagina, penetrating to its fullest extent. "Oh..." I let out a long sigh, my legs naturally clamping tightly around his waist. He knew I wanted to savor this long-lost feeling of fullness. He didn't move, letting me hold him there, his sensitive glans seemingly already pressing against my cervix. 　　After about five minutes, the doctor began to stir, and I relaxed my legs slightly. The exhilarating feeling made us hold each other tightly, our mouths kissing passionately. In this specific environment, we dared not try anything fancy. He just pressed down on me and thrust desperately, both of us suppressing our voices. However, the climax came faster than usual, and at the moment of ejaculation, we desperately sucked each other's mouths tightly, only muffled "uh, uh" sounds could be heard. The continuous pleasure intoxicated us. After the climax, my legs were already tightly wrapped around his buttocks under my lower abdomen. After 　　a moment of passion, we lay in each other's arms for a while, taking the time to caress each other's bodies. Soon, the director became aroused again, and we did it again in the normal missionary position. Again, we reached climax at the same time in the midst of stimulating pleasure. A large amount of semen filled my vagina, and both of our buttocks were soaking wet, but we enjoyed this moment of indulgence. The lubrication of the fluid pushed the pleasure of our intertwined bodies to an even higher peak. 　　The dean didn't dare linger in my room. After a reluctant goodbye kiss, he got up to dress and leave. His hand inadvertently touched a small piece of fabric. He couldn't see what it was, but he roughly knew it was my underwear. He discreetly clutched it in his palm, said goodbye, and went back to his room. Actually, I had left it there as a keepsake for him. The 　　happy days ended when I finally moved to the university dormitory. We both knew this day would eventually come; after all, this romantic relationship was just an illicit affair born of our lust. When we returned to reality, we realized I had my future, and the dean had his own family. We didn't have the courage to abandon everything and recklessly venture into the unknown. Besides, I'm transgender. For the dean, these few encounters were merely a release of long-dormant romantic feelings; such a relationship couldn't last. As for me, my feelings for the dean were more like those of a father and daughter. After all, he had given me a second life, so he wasn't my true love. However, we don't regret the relationship we experienced, because we both needed that kind of comfort from the opposite sex during that specific period. 　　I stepped into Stanford University with beautiful memories; everything here was new and wonderful to me. I told myself that I must cherish everything and never indulge in the same way as before. And so, four years passed in the blink of an eye… 　　This day was very important to me; it was the day I took my graduation photos. My dad even flew in specially to attend my graduation ceremony. 　　The night before, I couldn't sleep at all. I finally got up at the crack of dawn. After a quick wash, I hurriedly dressed and went out. In these four years, although I had become much more conservative and dared not indulge as much as before, I still maintained the habit of "wearing less" at home, which is quite normal in Western countries, after all. 　　As I went down the stairs, a postman stopped me. He was holding a large bouquet of red roses and smiled, saying, "Are you sarina sun?" I answered him. Then he handed me the flowers. 　　I was puzzled. Although I made many new friends at school, I tried to avoid contact with boys as much as possible. Several people pursued me during my four years there, but I rejected them all. So who sent these flowers? Was there someone stubborn? Just then, I noticed a greeting card among the roses. 　　I took the flowers back to my dorm, opened the card, and found it written in Chinese: "Xiaowei, congratulations on your graduation! Wishing you a bright future! I'm taking the 12 o'clock flight; I should arrive by the time you receive this card." 　　I felt even more confused. No one knew I was studying in the US except my dad and the dean. The dean lived near the school; why would he need to take such an extravagant flight? My dad was even less likely to send roses to his daughter. Besides, the handwriting wasn't his. 　　I decided not to dwell on things I couldn't understand. I put the flowers away, kept the card safe, locked the door, and left. I took a taxi to the airport, where my dad was already waiting for me after getting off the plane. It had been four years since I last saw him, and he had aged considerably. Seeing him leaning against the railing with his hair in his fifties, I kept blaming myself. Whether I'm a man or a woman, I'm 23 years old, and my dad still has to worry about me.

My dad was incredibly excited, asking all sorts of questions. Although we'd talked on the phone for the past four years, nothing beats seeing her in person. My father and I returned to the school. When I put on my graduation gown and cap, my dad was so happy he almost cried.
Just as my classmates from the Economics Department were taking a group photo in front of the college gate, we suddenly heard a sound like an engine overhead. We were quite puzzled and all looked up. We saw two helicopters flying overhead, circling briefly. Suddenly, with a clear, loud sound, each helicopter lowered two long banners, each dozens of meters long, with the words: "Wishing Miss Sun Xiaowei a bright future!" Before I could figure out what was happening, the helicopters began to scatter small amounts of red liquid, more and more, all around us.
Although most people didn't understand Chinese and didn't know what was written on them, out of curiosity, they all ran to pick up or catch the red things. I was no exception. Upon closer inspection, I realized they were red hearts folded from paper, about half the size of my palm, and they were still falling from the sky—probably more than ten thousand!
I picked one up and saw that there were words on it—my name! I picked up a few more, and they all said the same thing: "Sun Xiaowei."
"It seems this person really likes you! Who is it? Why haven't you mentioned it?" Dad kept asking, seemingly very interested. I shook my head and said, "I don't know."
Just then, a group of men in neat suits parted to the left and right and walked towards us with great pomp, followed by a band playing music. I knew they were definitely coming for me again, and I couldn't help but think, "No way, who is it? So extravagant!"
Standing in the middle of the group, a man with elegant bearing stepped forward, holding a large bouquet of roses. But I didn't recognize him! He walked up to me, handed me the flowers, and said, "We were asked by a gentleman to deliver these to you."
"Who sent you?"
"There's a letter inside, please take a look."
I pressed him repeatedly, but he wouldn't say. Then he left with the band. I opened the letter among the flowers. It simply said to meet at a coffee shop that evening, but there was no signature.
Out of curiosity and with my father's encouragement, I decided to go. Since the other party was so grand, I couldn't be impolite, so I chose a black halter-neck corset dress. After four years of eating oily food, my breasts were larger than before, reaching 35 inches, an E-cup. Wearing a bra under the dress felt cumbersome, so I just used nipple covers. The dress always made my lower body feel empty, so I went all out and wore a thong underneath for extra coolness. Since the dress was semi-transparent, I also chose black underwear to avoid embarrassment. I arrived at the coffee shop at the time specified in the letter and sat down at the table number given, but the other person hadn't arrived yet. However, as soon as I sat down, the band around me started playing music, and the entire coffee shop seemed to be set up just for me. Only then did I realize that there were no other customers in the coffee shop besides me.
Episode 34: Intense Foreplay
The band played romantic music, captivating me. Since my gender reassignment surgery, I seemed to have developed a bit more musical talent. Before, I could only show off my skills at karaoke; only now could I appreciate music of such a high level. I was so engrossed in listening that I didn't notice the violinist approaching me. When he reached me, I looked up and recognized him—it was Ah Lang! I realized then that I should have guessed; who else could I know besides the second young master of the Shiye Group to put on such a grand show! Four years had passed, and Alang was even more dashing than before, his muscles more defined, his broad shoulders making his sharp suit look even more stylish.
Although his appearance stirred my heart, his despicable act of ordering his men to ambush Axing and his gang infuriated me. Without a word, I turned to leave. Alang quickly put down his violin and stopped me, saying, "Four years apart, why are you leaving as soon as we meet?"
"You're capable of murder, you're no longer my friend, and there's no need for us to meet again!" Remembering Axing's dazed look, I was even less inclined to say another word to Alang.
"Why are you so nice to Lei Wanxing? That kid is several years younger than you, there's no way you could like him, why ruin our relationship because of him? You came here to study to avoid me, it's been four years, can't you forget that incident?"
"No! Absolutely not! You're the murderer!"
"I, Cheng Lang, usually act with a clear conscience, which is why I don't bother explaining, but for you, I'm willing to make an exception. I can tell you, it wasn't me who hired someone to ambush Lei Wanxing!" "
Then who was it?" I pressed.
"His older brother—Lei Wanfeng!"
"Ridiculous! You'll say that's his brother, how could you hire someone to kill your own brother?" I blurted out these words, but as soon as they left my mouth, I vaguely felt something was wrong. What A-Lang said might not be false, and emotionally, I genuinely hoped that A-Lang wasn't the murderer.
“Think about it, I did want to kill Lei Wanxing that day, but luckily you were there to dissuade me. It’s not that I’m afraid of paying with my life, but I would never do something you don’t want me to do, so why would I go to the trouble of doing it? On the contrary, his older brother is the most suspicious. The incident that day was leaked the next day, and only his older brother is the most likely to do it, because if anything happened to Lei Wanxing, the media would definitely suspect that I did it! And that’s exactly what happened. The day after Lei Wanxing was attacked, the stock prices of Shiye Group and Shiye Technology both fell. That guy Lei Wanfeng made a fortune, causing us to lose a lot of money. Moreover, he took the opportunity to become a shareholder of Shiye Technology and influenced my decisions. I only guessed afterward that it was all his conspiracy!”
Alang’s explanation was reasonable and also similar to what I felt was “not right”. "This guy is so vicious! He harmed his brother and then inherited his father's entire fortune—a double win!"
"That's right! You're so smart, you can apply what you've learned to other situations. That's what I thought too. That guy is so despicable! Xiaowei, now that the truth is out, can you forgive me?"
"Alang, you saw everything clearly that day. How can I still be with you?"
"Ha! You don't need to feel guilty. What kind of person do you think I am, Cheng Lang? Would I be like those mediocre people who fuss over such things? I only know that you are the one I love most now, and you will be the one I love most in the future. As for the past, I don't remember!"
Hearing such a confession, even the hardest heart softened. Although we have no future, I must fulfill his wish now. Thinking about it, I leaned against his broad chest.
He gently embraced me, his strong lips pressing heavily against mine. My heart pounded as he kissed me, and I whispered, "It's crowded here, I'm sorry." Alan smiled, waved his hand, and the band and waiters all left, leaving only the two of us in the large coffee shop. I had planned to give myself to him tonight, but out of a woman's sense of propriety, I could only let him do as he pleased. But what was there to be propriety about? He had seen my embarrassing state three times: once on the bus, once in the park, and finally at the Lei family's house. It was a recurring pattern, but Alan didn't seem to mind. If I were a real woman, I would definitely marry him and be with him forever!
Unfortunately, I'm not; I could only have a one-night stand with him.
He pulled down my shoulder strap and kissed my shoulders passionately. "Oh..." I tilted my head back and murmured softly. He kissed my neck, making my already trembling voice even more resonant, like a musician's vibrato.
Alang unbuckled my corset, his hands moving downwards, and my dress slipped down, revealing my fair, delicate body, except for my nipples, which were black. My breasts were magnificent, a 35E that was enough to make anyone dizzy, but the nipple covers on my nipples looked out of place and rather unsightly. The black thong below, while achieving a mysterious and sexy effect, couldn't possibly cover my thick, dark pubic hair. I pressed my face against Alang's chest in embarrassment, one hand protecting my breasts, the other covering my pubic hair. The lower part was alright, but my large breasts were far too large for a small hand to conceal.
Alang looked at my awkwardness and laughed, a pure and genuine laugh. He laughed at my foolishness, at my being bound by worldly views, at my stubbornness like that of an ordinary person. At this moment, Alang was a completely different person from the one who fought with the thugs and shot Ah Xing.
Alang gently removed my hand and peeled off my nipple covers, revealing two proudly erect brown nipples on my breasts. The only flaw was that the nipples were brown, a consequence of my indulgence, a sign of my infidelity. Alang, however, showed no disgust, taking my left nipple into his mouth while pinching my other nipple with two fingers.
"Ah..." Under the double stimulation, my whole body felt like it was being electrocuted. I couldn't hold back any longer; I felt my genitals becoming wet, the characteristic fluid of a woman—vaginal fluid—secreted from my vagina, seeping from the opening, wetting my labia and leaving a labia print on my underwear. Alang temporarily ignored the changes in my genitals, focusing intently on my breasts. One hand wasn't enough; both hands grasped and kneaded my chest. Without the support of his arms, I lay weakly on the sofa, letting him do as he pleased.
How could my breasts withstand his torment? Gradually, they reacted, making me feel a tightness in my chest, and my nipples became engorged and erect. He licked my nipples, and I excitedly hugged his head tightly, moaning softly.
He freed one hand and suddenly pressed it against my vulva through my underwear, which felt incredibly good. Then he inserted a finger into my vagina. "Ah..." I cried out, and he took the opportunity to open his mouth and suck my tongue. What a cunning and quick guy. His mouth was bigger than mine, and he put his whole mouth inside mine, sucking my tongue, making me stretch my mouth wide open, saliva constantly overflowing, moistening our tongues.
Our tongues rolled and intertwined in each other's mouths, making "sizzling" sounds. He then licked my teeth hard with his tongue. We kissed like this for several minutes, and with his hands playing with my breasts and genitals, I was panting heavily.
"Hey...whew...you're so good at this...hmm...you must have slept with a lot of women..."
"Not many. I've dated four times before, but I've never actually slept with anyone. I mainly learned from watching porn."
"Oh, so you're a virgin? But I'm not a virgin..."
"I guess so, but I don't care about that. To me, you'll always be pure and innocent!"
I smiled. "Just now, my saliva was all over your mouth, and now you're panting. You're so close, aren't you afraid..."
"Your saliva is so sweet, I swallowed it all. Your breath is so fragrant, it's truly like orchids!"
Hearing him say that, I got excited and shamelessly hugged and kissed him, and he hugged me tighter and kissed me back. So we kissed passionately again, you swallowing my saliva, I inhaling your breath...
I don't know how long it lasted, but his strong and firm hand once again descended on my infertile "genitals." He pulled down my panties and inserted his fingers into my vagina. His lust was high, and he used force, thrusting two fingers in and out of my vagina. "Your vagina is beautiful. The children you bear for me will surely be handsome boys and beautiful girls," he said. Hearing this, my heart felt like it had been stabbed. The depression I had been suppressing finally broke, and tears welled up in my eyes. Startled, Ah Lang quickly pulled his fingers out, thinking he had hurt me.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt? It's all my fault!" He gently brushed his hand around my vulva, then licked my labia with his tongue, trying everything to lessen the pain.
At that moment, I desperately wanted to tell him the truth, but I held back. I decided to tell him, to stop him from wasting his time on me, but only after tonight. Because I couldn't bear to part with Ah Lang; I wanted him to fuck me properly, to be his first "woman."
"No, I feel pleasure, not pain. Go ahead and use your strength; it'll make me feel even better."
Alang believed me, and thus thrust his fingers in and out even harder. This caused me to collapse onto the sofa...
By then, my underwear was off, hanging on my calves, and I spread my legs wide like a prostitute, letting Alang use his hands and mouth to play with my vulva...
Episode 35: Entanglement in the Hall
My thighs were spread wide, my underwear hanging on my calves, my private parts wide open, allowing Alang to play with them at will. Since my genitals had been used many times, my vagina wasn't too narrow, so Alang used three fingers to thrust and rub inside me, making me pant and sway my hips...
After playing for a while, Alang withdrew his fingers, bringing out some vaginal fluid. I struggled to sit up: "Come... Lang, let me serve you..." I pulled my underwear off my calves, the last piece of fabric leaving my body. I stood up, completely naked, and made him sit down. I spread his legs, then knelt before him, pulling down his pants. Alang's penis was already erect, bulging in his underwear. As I removed his underwear, his penis, freed from restraint, immediately stood erect, thick and long, stimulating my vision. Seeing his penis, I couldn't help but feel a jolt of fear. Compared to him, Axing's and Aguang's were slightly inferior; after all, they were still young and not fully developed, while Alang was a standard young man, of course different.
Alang noticed my reaction and comforted me, "Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle."
I said, "No, I like it."
With that, I opened my mouth and put his penis inside…
Then my mouth slowly moved, letting his penis feel the muscles of my mouth.
"Ah…" Deeply stimulated, he couldn't resist the excitement and thrust his hips forward, making his penis penetrate even deeper into my mouth .
I knew he was afraid of hurting me, so he didn't dare use his full strength. Therefore, I placed his hand on his head, indicating that he could force himself on me. He understood, and forcefully pressed my head down, desperately trying to thrust it into my throat. I cooperated fully, opening my mouth as wide as possible.
His penis grew thicker, straining my mouth and making me feel very tired. The constant impact of his glans against my throat made me feel nauseous, but I desperately endured it, instead thrusting forward to make his glans push even harder against my throat…
To give him greater pleasure, I, who had been kneeling, squatted down and slowly lay down. He probably understood what I meant, twisting his body and pressing himself against mine. I took his penis into my mouth, and he kissed my vulva, forming a 69 position. At this moment, my mouth contracted, tightly holding his penis. That sense of urgency aroused his natural masculinity. To push further, Ah Lang suddenly increased the force and frequency of his thrusts, his penis pounding into my mouth like a pile driver. These actions were exactly what I had expected, because he was too gentle with me and dared not use force, so I had to do a little work to stimulate his masculine instincts! This made our intercourse more exciting.
Under the violent thrusts of his penis, my mouth had to open wider, and his penis penetrated further, each thrust hitting my throat. He thrust harder and faster, seemingly enjoying it and getting into the mood. But I was miserable; my throat was constantly being pounded, and because my throat was quite sensitive, each thrust felt like a punch to my body, making the urge to vomit increasingly intense.
"I can't stay with him for long. This time, I'll give it my all!" I thought.
So, I pressed his penis down with both hands and thrust hard, using his existing strength to push, until the head of his penis was completely inside my throat! Perhaps because my throat was so tight, Ah Lang, who was already preparing for an orgasm, couldn't hold back any longer. A thick stream of semen spurted from his penis and poured into my stomach.
Ah Lang didn't masturbate often, and the accumulated semen was like a torrent, one wave after another. At first, I felt a sense of intimacy from the warmth of Ah Lang's semen, but with the continuous stream of semen and his penis still in my throat, I couldn't hold back anymore. I spat out his penis and vomited some things, which startled Ah Lang, who quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe my mouth.
"It's all my fault. I indulged myself and ejaculated in your mouth..."
"No, you did a good job. I'm the one who's so bad!"
I couldn't help but blame myself for not being able to do a deep throat!
I took his penis in my hand and licked the remaining semen off the head of his penis. He was so excited that he suddenly turned around and kissed me. "Mmm~~~~~~~" My mouth was sucked by his strong mouth, our tongues fighting nimbly. His broad body pressed against me, while my nipples slid against his chest... This seemed to greatly arouse Alang's lust. While kissing me, he reached down to my vulva, parted my labia, and then a thick object thrust in... This was
clearly not his finger, but the thick penis that had just been inside my mouth!
"Ah..." I was caught off guard by his sudden insertion and was forced to release his mouth, letting out a long cry.
Although Alang felt sorry for me and was afraid that I would feel pain, he also knew that if he hesitated at this point, it would only have the opposite effect. So he ignored my screams and continued to thrust forcefully into my vagina.
"Ah... Wow!! Ah... Hmm... Oh... Hmm... Ya... Oh... Hmm ah... Hmm oh... So good... Hmm... Oh..."
As my screams turned into moans, and then into sounds of pleasure, Ah Lang's penis was rubbing against my vagina perfectly. Although it was only the first half, it was enough to make me feel like I was in heaven.
I really couldn't understand how the friction between a man and a woman's bodies could bring such pleasure. I felt like I was floating, and the temperature and sounds around me didn't matter. Even Ah Lang in front of me was blurry. I only knew that every thrust of his was enough to make me forget everything, and I just held him tightly and enjoyed it all.
Ah Lang sometimes thrust in a straight line, and sometimes moved to the side to rub against the walls of my vagina. In this way, the simple piston-like movements went on for about ten minutes. Ah Lang knew the size and length of the first half of my vagina like the back of his hand, and at the same time, he felt a certain place in front of him suddenly narrow, making it impossible for him to go any further.
A man's instincts spurred him to thrust in again. Ah Lang was strong and powerful; in just a few strokes, he breached my defenses. Because the latter half of my vagina was very narrow, I immediately felt a fullness and tightness in my lower body, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of "Oh..."
Ah Lang's movements became even more intense. Because the vagina was narrower, the surrounding muscles tightly gripped his penis, and every tiny movement stimulated every cell of his genitals. Less than a minute after penetration, Ah Lang was already on the verge of ejaculation. Seemingly inexperienced, instead of calming himself and reducing the intensity of his movements, the pressure and contraction of the vaginal muscles spurred him to thrust even harder, trying to break free.
"Oh~~~~~~~," Ah Lang let out a long, pleasurable sound as his semen shot into my body. The thick, hot semen kept flowing in, and the muscles deep inside my vagina felt the heat and impact, immediately contracting further, tightly gripping Ah Lang's penis. The heat of his semen gave me the pleasure of being fertilized, but this wasn't enough to bring me to orgasm.
He ejaculated and lay on top of me. We looked at each other for a while, and I felt a fullness in my lower body again. It turned out he had regained his strength, and his penis began to grow thick and hard again under the wrap of my vagina. Men who don't usually have sex naturally ejaculate quickly after a fierce battle, but the advantage is that they recover quickly as well.
"Oh...oh..." I could tell from the sound that Alang's penis had given me a couple of thrusts!
"Ah...ah...um...hum...so good...hum..." His penis was like a pillar, an iron rod, pounding hard into my private parts... Suddenly he pulled his penis out, and I immediately felt incredibly empty. My helpless eyes shone with desire. He smiled slightly, leaned in, and kissed my lips passionately. At the same time, while I wasn't paying attention, he had already aimed the head of his penis at my parted vulva...
I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and let him kiss me wildly. He kissed my face, my nose, my lips, and my tongue. Just as I was silently enjoying the passionate kiss, suddenly Alang thrust his waist, and with a "whoosh," it went all the way in! I felt a jolt, as if struck by lightning.
"Ah!..." My lips parted from his, though he continued kissing my teeth and tongue.
The sensation made my vagina feel incredibly full! And so thoroughly! From the labia to the deepest part of my penis.
Then came a few thrusts, "splat," "splat," I felt his penis begin to swell. I couldn't help but reach down and touch it—it was so thick! Like a child's arm!
I closed my eyes, enduring Alang's increasingly rapid and heavy thrusts, "crash, splat," the collision of flesh against flesh causing my juices to splatter everywhere. I couldn't help but moan again, from soft whimpers to loud cries of "oh...oh..."
He twisted his strong waist and buttocks, letting his penis thrust in and out of my vagina, rubbing against my vaginal walls more thoroughly. "Ah...ah...ah...hahaha...yo...mmm...so good...mmm...haha..." The feeling was so incredibly pleasurable that I couldn't control myself. I dropped my mask of restraint and laughed lewdly. Hearing my lewd laughter
, Alang thrust into me even more violently, each stroke hitting my "cervix." Of course, I didn't have a uterus, but it was formed by the evenly distributed glans of the penis that the director had made into a ring, filled with the original sensitive cells and nerve tissue. Alang's penis kept hitting that place, making me roll my eyes back in pleasure. Before long, I reached the most desired orgasm for a woman. Because the dean preserved a large amount of "vaginal fluid" from my prostate gland when designing my urethra, it immediately gushed out...
When Alang saw this thick secretion gushing from my labia, he exclaimed in surprise, "Xiaowei, you... you squirted!?" Excited, he ejaculated as well, shooting all of it into my body...
Episode 36: Impatient
We both reached orgasm almost simultaneously, both exhausted. Even the strong, ox-like Alang could only lie on top of me like a child, burying his head between my breasts, gently... He savored the scent of my breasts, while my legs remained tightly wrapped around his waist, my arms embracing him…
After a while, he seemed to have regained his strength, picked me up, and said, “Come on, let’s go home and do it slowly!”
He clearly still had energy, and he didn’t disappoint me. I was both happy and afraid. I was happy because I could have more fun, but I was afraid because Ah Lang was obviously more mature and stronger than Ah Xing and Ah Guang before. If he really got into it, he might be even more powerful than them. Could I handle it then? Could I bear to leave him? “Wait a minute, let me put my clothes back on.”
“Do you need to wear clothes in front of me? I like seeing your naked body,” Ah Lang said with a half-smile.
“Well, you have to let me get my clothes back, how can I leave them here?”
“Oh, right,” Alan put me down. In the heat of the moment, our clothes were a mess—on the floor, on the sofa, and most ridiculously, Alan had casually tossed my underwear onto a cup! When Alan saw it, he picked up the cup. I asked him why, and he grinned mischievously, “This cup has your most precious scent. I can’t let someone else have it without working for it. You’re my woman, so of course I’m the one who should keep it.” I was both angry and amused.
After I gathered my clothes, he picked me up again, carried me out of the cafe, and got into his car. It was past midnight, and there was no one around. It was dark, so even though it was my first time walking around naked outdoors, I wasn’t too scared.
Half an hour later, we arrived. His luxurious villa was no smaller than the Lei family’s, three stories high, with a garden and swimming pool. However, such villas with gardens are quite common in America; it’s just that Alan’s villa was more luxuriously decorated.
As soon as I opened the car door, a pair of large hands grabbed my breasts! It was Alan who had attacked me from behind.
“Lang, let’s go inside and… Oh!! Oh!!…” Before I could finish speaking, his hands pressed hard against my breasts twice, preventing me from finishing my sentence.
“I’ve been holding back for so long, and I finally made it home, so let me release some pent-up desire,” he said, then leaned in and kissed my neck and shoulders forcefully. I turned my head, enticing him to kiss my lips, answering his request with my actions.
He opened his mouth, like a hawk snatching a chick, and immediately took my lips into his mouth, then used his tongue to pry open my upper lip and suck on my saliva.
“Mmm~~~~mmm~~~~~~~~~Oh…oh…mmm!~~~~”
While kissing me, Lang’s hands simultaneously and unscrupulously grabbed and squeezed my breasts. Ever since he ejaculated inside me and possessed me, his actions hadn’t been as gentle as before, his hands randomly grabbing and kneading my breasts, making me wet again in no time.
I don't know if it's a subconscious tendency for women to enjoy being tortured, or if I'm just particularly masochistic, but when Alang was both polite and tender towards me before, it always took me a while to get into the mood. Now he's become unrestrained, his techniques are more domineering and intense, and yet I get aroused much more easily. The fact that my genitals became wet so quickly is the best proof.
While kissing me, he grabbed my breasts, freeing one hand to reach over my navel and lower waist, skipping the caressing motion, and directly thrust two fingers into my vagina! "Ah...oh...oh..."
I screamed, and then he quickly thrust into me twice more, causing me to involuntarily moan twice. Taking advantage of my open mouth, he kissed the base of my tongue even more intensely, his tongue acting as the vanguard, directly penetrating the walls of my mouth and licking hard. Under his fierce "oral attack," my small mouth could only open as wide as possible, while my tongue was pressed down, powerless to retaliate.
His fingers continued to increase in pressure and speed, and I had to open my mouth to kiss him, making it difficult even to scream. Later, I even had difficulty breathing. He probably noticed and released my mouth. I turned my head back, away from him, and finally could catch my breath.
However, his fingers did not leave my vulva; instead, he added another finger, making a total of three. Under the director's design, my vagina was as long and slender as my body, even the wider front half and the vaginal opening were relatively delicate. This was the director's careful consideration, both to match my body shape and to make it easier for the man who was having sex with me to be satisfied. So three fingers were the limit for me, and I screamed wildly as they penetrated me. "Ah...oh. Wow!!! Lang...no...oh...ah...my...darling...ah...good brother...ah...good...no...ah...so good...oh..."
I sat half-sitting and half-lying on his arm, my eyes half-closed and half-open, screaming wildly, my upper body still, but my lower body moving unnaturally. As his fingers continued to thrust, my entire body tensed, every cell contracting, then suddenly relaxing. With a long "Oh..." I reached the happiest moment for a woman—orgasm, accompanied by squirting. However, this squirting was different from the one in the coffee shop. If that one was a surgically created illusion, this one was completely fake. Because—what gushed from my urethra was unmistakably urine! I peed! Normally, neither men nor women can urinate during orgasm. I had felt the urge to urinate in the coffee shop, but after being with Alang, I didn't ask to use the restroom and got into his car. Now I couldn't hold it in any longer. The relaxation from the orgasm caused my urine to slowly overflow from my urethra, finally breaking through the sphincter and gushing out in large gushes.
Of course, I was just being mischievous and deliberately held it in until this moment, so that Ah Lang would have a refreshing experience. Although urine isn't as clean as the fluid secreted during female ejaculation, the amount is much greater. Plus, since my gender reassignment surgery, I've always been careful about my diet and rarely get inflamed, so my urine is clear and shouldn't disgust Ah Lang. Besides, I have faith in Ah Lang; he loves me so much, and what I did would only stimulate his libido. He would never dislike me because of my urine. Sure enough,
as soon as Ah Lang saw me urinate, he bent down and opened his mouth to catch it. I hurriedly dodged and explained, "This is just my urine, it's dirty!" Ah Lang ignored me and still kissed my urethra, making me moan "Oh..." again. My urine sprayed all over his face... His head was buried between my legs, his mouth kissing my urethra. I enjoyed it all to the fullest until I urinated the last drop.
After a long while, he released my urethra, grabbed my thighs, pulled them onto the seat, and then cruelly pushed me out of the car. I quickly put my hands on the ground for support.
My palms were on the grass outside the car, my upper body hanging upside down, my lower body with my buttocks sticking up. My urethra, vagina, and anus—the three most important holes in a woman's genitals—were all laid bare before A-Lang, left to choose. A-Lang's move was truly ingenious!
Which hole would A-Lang choose? I couldn't help but wonder. Suddenly, his lips pressed heavily on my anus!
"Ah..."
I couldn't help but moan lasciviously. He didn't know that my anus was my most sensitive erogenous zone. Back then, the reason I willingly allowed myself to be violated by A-Xing time and time again was unrelated to his exceptional skill in touching my anus. In other words, I might lose my mind for the sake of my anus. Now, I am willingly being kissed by Alang, the person I love most kissing my dirtiest parts. This pleasure is indescribable, because it shows that he can accept everything about me.

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