Foreign dicks are just awesome

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Two weekend nights before the start of my junior year's second semester, I went clubbing at "Hard Rock" and luckily met an American guy. He was incredibly handsome, had a great physique, was muscular, and danced amazingly.

With my tall stature, pretty face, full figure, outstanding charisma, and fluent English, I easily struck up a conversation with him.

We exchanged names—I learned his name was Marco Rossi—and didn't delve too deeply into our personal lives.

He told me he was twenty-five, had just arrived in Beijing for work, not to study—because I said he looked a bit baby-faced; I told him I was indeed a university student—because I was afraid my mature appearance and revealing clothing might make him think I was married—and that classes were starting in a couple of days.

Then, we started chatting about everything under the sun: America, Beijing, disco…

and then, we went clubbing together. He complimented my dancing, saying it was beautiful and had a great sense of rhythm; and I was also captivated by his handsome appearance and mostly exposed, muscular body. His highly seductive and dynamic movements aroused my desire.

His crotch was unusually bulging; based on my experience with previous boyfriends, it looked like he was stuffing a pair of long socks in there—just looking at it made me wet. When he stood behind me, pressing close and swaying, I could clearly feel that large, hot mass. I was so excited that I almost reached out to touch it, but I restrained myself with great effort.

From the moment he started hitting on me until the end of the night, we spent a full five hours together. I was almost out of control from his teasing—when he held me and swayed, it was so noisy that we had to get close to talk. He pressed his face against my cheek, his nose and lips brushing against my ear as he spoke, his warm breath tickling my face, neck, and ear, feeling pleasantly itchy. Sometimes, to hear me clearly, he would turn his head and take the opportunity to kiss me lightly, which I neither refused nor responded to. His hands caressed my lower abdomen and ribs, and several times touched and brushed against my breasts. His lower body rubbed against my buttocks and lower back through his pants, making them warm. I could clearly feel him getting harder and harder, and I was completely wet down there. Luckily, I was wearing a denim skirt; otherwise, I would have been embarrassed. I went to the bathroom four times in this way. Since it was the last few days of my period, I had brought sanitary napkins with me, and I used them all, changing them four times in total. Once, I couldn't resist and started masturbating.

When we broke up, for some reason—maybe I didn't want him to think I was too easy, too readily "hooked," maybe it was to protect the pride of a Beijing girl, or maybe I didn't want things to end so quickly so that we could truly develop a relationship… and some other things I couldn't even explain myself—I told him I had to go home immediately without waiting for any indication from him.

We agreed to meet again next weekend—we didn't even exchange phone numbers.

That night, when I got home, I couldn't suppress my burning desire and joy. After reaching orgasm through masturbation, I wrote down all my observations in a long diary entry. Here is an excerpt of the opening:

Diary :

He walked into the dance hall.

His hair was styled like a big boy's, making his already baby-faced appearance even more youthful.

He was wearing a short-sleeved, collarless t-shirt that looked very good. Because the fabric was transparent, you could clearly see his strong chest muscles and smooth skin underneath. With a slight lift of his arm, he could reveal his flat, firm abdomen and a large, deep navel.

He was wearing jeans with the cuffs cut off near his thighs, practically just shorts, so short and tight that they accentuated the sexy contours of his full, shapely buttocks. His penis, stretched taut by the tight fabric around his hips, bulged out dramatically, a large, throbbing mass.

His thighs were sparsely haired, smooth, and tanned a healthy bronze. I wondered where he'd come from? The Mediterranean… Hawaii… Southeast Asia…

He was practically half-naked, looking so vibrant, so handsome, so muscular.

I could hardly believe my eyes—he looked like one of those outstanding male models from a calendar or magazine. If he took off his clothes, he'd be a bodybuilder; if he were completely naked, he could arouse any woman.

He resembled an American man I'd seen on a website about big dicks, but his features were more athletic, more sexy, more charismatic than that photo. I longed to know what his lower body looked like—was it like that naked man online, with a straight, thick, and powerful penis, estimated to be over 20 centimeters long?

I sat there, fantasizing that he had taken off his shorts, his erect penis like that of a male star in a top-tier European and American pornographic film, so thick and long that I couldn't grasp it all at once, and even when it was deep inside my vagina, a large section would still be sticking out… Just

thinking about it made my genitals feel hot and wet …

On

the first day of class, the department head accompanied the new foreign teacher to the class to give instructions.

As soon as I entered the classroom, I could hardly believe it—it was Marco.

He immediately noticed me and smiled very handsomely and charmingly.

I simply couldn't resist his allure—my genitals were wet again.

In class, Marco deliberately assigned a 15-minute writing assignment. Because I'm tall, I sat in the last row, right against the wall, so he stood next to me unnoticed, pressing his left hip and thigh against my right shoulder and arm, making it impossible for me to write.

I slightly turned my head and saw his crotch. Today he wore dress pants, much looser than the denim shorts he wore the other night, but there was still a bulge between his legs.

Imagining the sexy sight of his large bulge encased in tight underwear beneath his dress pants, my throat felt dry and tight, and my heart pounded.

After about five minutes of this "stalemate," an idea struck me. I wrote on a piece of paper:

"Teacher, please behave as a gentleman."

But he didn't move.

I thought for a moment and then wrote:

"Please do not bother me. I have to finish your homework. Keep our

date until the weekend." This time, he moved away. I looked up and saw him flash me another bright, captivating smile.

Marco's handsome appearance attracted almost every girl in the school. After two classes, countless girls who had heard about him gathered in the corridor, craning their necks and whispering amongst themselves.

Perhaps they made me feel threatened, perhaps my unexpected encounter with Marco in class prematurely awakened emotions I should have suppressed until the weekend, perhaps spending nearly two hours with him in the classroom made me unable to resist his attraction, or perhaps I'm just naturally promiscuous—whatever the reason, that night, I went to his dormitory.

My friend Huang Chun, who had experience with sexual intercourse with foreign students, told me about that experience:

He was a tall, blond man from Northern Europe with a thick, long penis, probably around twenty centimeters long. It was barely enough to hold in one hand, but not particularly hard. He slowly inserted his penis, and Huang Chun felt an unprecedented fullness; she cried out exaggeratedly. The foreigner excitedly thrust his large penis inside her, and Huang Chun almost fainted. But after only about a hundred thrusts, the foreigner ejaculated. Huang Chun was only in pain; her sexual desire hadn't truly been released. Once her vagina had recovered a bit, she wanted him to slowly thrust again, to truly enjoy the pleasure of his large penis, but it was limp and wouldn't get hard no matter how much Huang Chun rubbed or licked it. After about fifteen minutes of this, the foreigner finally managed to get it erect again, but because it wasn't hard enough, he couldn't insert it. He spat and used his hand to help insert it, finally managing to get it in, but he dared not move it; as soon as he pulled it out, it bent and couldn't be put back in. After dawdling for a while, Huang Chun, in his impatience, started masturbating. Finally, he got hard again, but the head was still soft. He struggled to pull, thrusting occasionally, managing about seventy or eighty times. Just as Huang Chun was getting into the mood, the foreigner couldn't keep up. In the end, the two of them faced each other, each masturbating. The foreigner watched Huang Chun excitedly stroking his limp penis, knowing that a few drops of semen had leaked out.

In the dormitory,

Marco, seeing that I was looking for him, smiled charmingly and ushered me into his room.

As soon as the door closed, he suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace—we kissed deeply.

His hands roamed over my body; I also placed my hands on his round, plump buttocks, squeezing them…

Marco reached inside my shirt, unhooked my bra, and squeezed my breasts hard.

I responded strongly—unbuttoning his pants and reaching into his crotch.

What I found was a heavy, large mound that required both hands to hold, far beyond my expectations. I couldn't help but shudder.

…We were both naked.

Seeing his erect penis, I was terrified.

It was incredibly large, both intimidatingly long and ridiculously thick, almost unrecognizable as a human thing!

"I cannot approach you with a ten-inch rod," he teased.

"Ten inches! My God! That's over 30 centimeters! Wouldn't that be like a donkey or horse???"

Of all the men I'd ever passed, Li Fang's penis was the largest; I'd measured it, a full 23 centimeters long, and it had once made me pass out.

But compared to this foreign handsome man's enormous member, it was still a long way off!

I almost choked from the shock.

He held it out to show me! He asked if I really wanted it. In

my dazed state, I actually nodded.

He then pushed me down onto the bed and penetrated me.

If it weren't for my increased libido over the past few years, and the occasional sex with those stallion-level boys like Han Jing, Yu Zheng, Yu Xinwu, and Jian Bao, most women would absolutely not have been able to withstand Marco's thrusting!

I'd never experienced anything so big! The feeling of my clitoris swelling. I groaned heavily a few times, so aroused that I immediately reached orgasm.

He waited until my juices flowed before he started moving. He rubbed against me a few times, then thrust in and out forcefully. Because his penis was so big, I reached orgasm for the second time in less than five minutes.

He kept thrusting, each time very deep, like a hammer blow to my heart!

I finally moaned.

He got even more excited, adding variations to his thrusts, pushing upwards forcefully! I had to beg him to stop, but he ignored me.

He was very skilled, twisting his hips and grinding, pressing the head of his large penis against every tiny corner of my clitoris.

In fact, with the enormous size of his penis, a gentle thrust almost reached my uterus!

He thrust powerfully, and I moaned incessantly, the pleasure intensifying, my vagina uncontrollably contracting violently again, gripping and pressing against his large penis.

He suddenly increased the speed of his thrusts, the movements violent like a jackhammer.

I felt a mix of numbness, soreness, pain, heat, and pleasure. My head was spinning, my vision blurred, and my body went limp. My thighs were so weak from his grip that I couldn't even close them.

Marco's breathing grew heavier, faster, and hotter.

I could feel his penis, which was throbbing inside me, suddenly become incredibly thick and hard.

"Oh... I can't take it... It's bursting... Ah... So thick!... What are you doing... Oh..."

Suddenly, my cervix was struck by a gush of hot liquid. I felt incredibly good and cried out, almost fainting.

Marco powerfully ejaculated for a full minute before slowly withdrawing.

He lay on top of me, his hands still caressing my body.

I lay there for a while, feeling thirsty, and got up to get a glass of water from the table.

Marco came up behind me, hugged me, and placed his hands on my chest, teasing my nipples. He asked if I wanted more.

I turned around and touched his still semi-erect penis, saying with lingering fear, "No."

He put his hands on my back and told me to lie face down on the desk.

I was afraid he was going to do anal sex, so I said no!

He was very strong, lifting my buttocks high and stroking my cleft, which felt quite good! My previous boyfriends had never done this. I don't know what came over me, but I actually told him to hurry up and touched his thighs and buttocks.

He called my name as he penetrated me, thankfully, he went into my vagina, not my anus.

I lay on the desk, swaying back and forth!

He said lewdly that my vagina was very sexy and warm, while thrusting in and out with loud "plop plop" sounds.

My mind was only focused on cooperating with his movements, lifting my buttocks even higher, reaching behind me to pinch his strong thighs and buttocks, and yelling at him to hurry up.

He pulled and pinched my nipples, wantonly ravaging my already aching vulva, vagina, and uterus with his huge penis.

Every three or four minutes I would feel a wave of orgasm—so good! But I really couldn't take it anymore!

But he showed no sign of ejaculating, continuing his relentless assault. I was terrified to discover how incredibly powerful he was; if this continued, I didn't know when it would end, and I feared I wouldn't be able to attend class tomorrow!

I loudly declared that I wanted to give him oral sex, and only then did he get off me.

He sat on the sofa, and I knelt on the floor to give him oral sex, licking his enormous penis—it was so big! My mouth couldn't possibly contain it.

He touched my face and neck, telling me to lick his testicles, which were as big as eggs. Excitedly, I complied, opening my mouth wide and sucking on his testicles, and he groaned. I

deliberately made loud slurping noises, and he said he loved me, grabbed my hair, told me to hurry, and then ejaculated.

Caught off guard, I swallowed a little, and the rest spilled onto my chest.

The foreign teacher had given me such a good time;

he stood up and carried me to the sofa, and I excitedly reached out to grasp his thick, swollen penis, which was as big as a teacup.

That touch was all it took; his thing got hard again, and he thrust in again, fucking me hard without a word.

He pumped deeper and deeper with each stroke, making me feel like the head of his huge cock was piercing my uterus. The intense, tearing sensation brought me both pleasure and pain, a living hell…

Suddenly, he began to violently thrust his unusually large penis inside me—it felt so good, I climaxed again!!

Another intense battle, so pleasurable I almost fainted, followed by a sudden, intense swelling in my vagina, and another gush of hot semen filling my already full uterus, almost burning hot.

He smiled contentedly, telling me to spread my legs and sit on his lap, pressing my breasts against his face. His hands gripped my waist, and he buried his face in my cleavage, kissing me passionately, taking my nipples into his mouth, biting and pulling them back.

The pain fueled my desire; I sat on his limp penis, pressing and rubbing it against him, and gradually he became erect again.

I straightened my back and sat down, feeling his penis pierce my labia, pressing against my cervix.

I took the initiative, twisting my hips, each thrust deeper than the last, crying out.

He moved, constantly changing the direction of his penis, matching my every thrust.

Fifteen minutes later, my vaginal muscles relaxed, and my vaginal fluid gushed out, drenching his glans.

He yelled and ejaculated as well, the heat almost making me faint. Luckily, he caught me in time, and I was carried to the bed in a daze. He sat on the edge of the bed, admiring my body. I lay weakly on my back after my orgasm.

The twilight light shone on his back, and his handsome face aroused my love even more. I gradually fell asleep.

...I was awakened from my dream by him. I opened my eyes and saw that it was already getting light outside. It turned out that he was pressing his large glans against my vulva.

I let out a moan of pleasure. He became even more excited and thrust in again.

I moved excitedly, and he thrust faster and faster, hitting my core each time.

I finally couldn't hold back anymore, feeling a tingling numbness, and a surge of heat shot out from my core.

He showed no sign of ejaculating, continuing his thrusting. Each time he withdrew, he thrust upwards, my clitoris bulging fully, the glans rubbing against my vaginal walls, sending waves of tingling pleasure through me.

He slipped his tongue into my mouth, teasing and sucking on it.

I rubbed my breasts, savoring the pleasure of sex.

Marco's thrusting became faster and faster, adding many new techniques, the room filled with creaking sounds.

I finally couldn't help but scream, feeling a twitch in his waist, as if I were suspended in mid-air, swaying back and forth, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't hold back any longer, a shiver ran through my chest, my clitoris went numb, my whole body trembled, as if I were falling from the sky.

Suddenly, a large amount of warm semen shot powerfully into my clitoris.

This pleasurable sensation was better than anything else, the most pleasurable feeling I had ever experienced.

We finally reached orgasm together.

His enormous penis finally went limp, but it still dangled about 8 inches long (approximately 20 centimeters) – truly frightening!

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