Yun'er's Prequel - Father-in-law Rapes Unmarried Daughter-in-Law (08-09)

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Chapter Eight of my diary brought back memories of the past. I was so cowardly, so unlucky, manipulated by so many people. Sometimes I wondered, was I just living to satisfy their sexual desires? When I went to sleep, my mind played out a movie of the past, and I felt incredibly foolish. In college, the first guy I met was the vice president of the student union. He liked me, and I liked him too, so we started dating. We had sex after knowing each other for a little over a week. He wasn't anything special, except he had a high sex drive, usually four or five times a night, and I felt exhausted afterward. We stayed together for a year. Initially, the guys I dated had romantic relationships or a foundation of feelings, at least in my freshman year. Only a few people had sex with me in my freshman year; freshmen are relatively innocent, like new recruits in the army. Things changed in my second year. After freshman year, I didn't date seriously anymore; sex wasn't for feelings or romance anymore. The first guy I dated after my boyfriend was a senior from the sports department. He was really good at basketball when my boyfriend and I started dating, and my boyfriend often played with him. I often went to watch them play, and my boyfriend knew him too; they were good friends. He liked to chat with me, but he never did anything inappropriate. Sometimes he would pat my head like an older brother, which was how it started, and I always called him "brother." One time, my boyfriend and I went to a hotel near the school—one of those couple-themed hotels. We were naked on the bed, and he kneaded my soft breasts, licking the nipples with his tongue, and taking turns sucking on my erect nipples. His tongue licked around my nipples, then gently sucked on them. He spread my legs, watching mischievously as he thrust his penis deep inside me. He was my boyfriend, and we were openly having sex in a hotel room, not afraid of anyone knowing. We had sex happily, without pressure or restraint. A moment later, I lay on top of him, gradually moving my body upwards, pressing my full breasts against his lips. I held my breasts with my hands, placing my nipples in his mouth, and he bit down and sucked on them. His tongue licked my smooth breasts, flicking my nipples. My white breasts were covered in his saliva, making them even more glistening and adding to the erotic atmosphere. My eyes glazed over, almost closing into slits. His mouth left my nipple, moving over my breasts, leaving trails of saliva on them. At the same time, he thrust his penis in and out of my wet vagina. My moans intensified, and soon I climaxed. He loved my breasts; he thrust a few times forcefully, then quickly withdrew his penis, ejaculating onto my breasts. The semen gathered on my nipples and areolas, quickly flowing down my breasts. My boyfriend wiped it away, then hugged and kissed me. I felt a feeling of happiness. After resting for a while, he lifted one of my legs, guiding his glans to the already wet crevice of my vagina. He pulled my body forward and pressed down hard, his penis disappearing into the dark pubic hair. The glans was swallowed by my warm, wet vagina. As his penis penetrated deeper, he felt the pleasure of being tightly gripped by my slippery vagina, slowly thrusting in and out. He gently withdrew his penis, then slowly and powerfully thrust it all the way in. He fucked me hard, and I trembled during my orgasm, sucking on his semen. I was so tired and sleepy, so he held me and we fell asleep. In my sleep, I felt his penis thrusting in and out of my vagina again. I opened my eyes and saw that it was dawn. My boyfriend was working on me. My breathing was rapid, and I reached out and grabbed his arm tightly. My vaginal fluid overflowed with the thrusting of his penis. I released my grip on his arm and hugged him. I knew that he wouldn't be done until he had played with me three or five times during sex. I lifted my round buttocks to match his thrusts. My body grew increasingly hot, and my private parts continuously leaked vaginal fluid. I climaxed, contracting my vagina to receive the impact of his semen, but he pulled out, his penis erect, and came to me. I understood and opened my mouth, a thick stream of semen shooting into it. He patted my cheek, and I understood again and swallowed his semen. I had swallowed his semen before, knowing he liked it this way. Soon his penis was hard again, and I straddled him, lowering my hips. "Ah...ah!" I suddenly sat up, moaning repeatedly, sitting heavily, enjoying the wonderful sensation of intercourse. A while later, he laid me down again, lifting my legs, and another climax, another ejaculation. I've been with many men, but never with a virgin. My boyfriend pulled out his penis and said he was going to play ball. I was tired and felt good, so I lay down, not wanting to move, spreading my legs and letting the semen seep from my labia. Young men are really great; he fucked me four times and still went to play ball full of energy. I took a nap and then went to take a shower. My boyfriend called to say he hadn't brought his knee braces and would come get them later. He asked if I wanted him to bring anything to eat, but I said no, I'd just get up and go find him myself. After showering, I didn't put on any clothes. I applied lotion in my room, watched my boyfriend play basketball, and had breakfast with him. I was immersed in the happiness of being in love, humming a song as I applied lotion. A while later, someone knocked on the door without saying anything. It was my boyfriend coming to get the knee braces. I walked over naked, unlatched the door, and turned to go inside, busy applying moisturizer to my face. I heard the door lock behind me, and someone came in and hugged me from behind, his hands kneading my breasts. I said, "Ugh, didn't we just do it this morning? You want it again?" He touched my breasts and said, "It's me, little sister. I've liked you for a long time." Then he lowered his head and kissed me. I exclaimed "Ah!" and turned around. It wasn't my boyfriend, but the classmate he played basketball with. He kissed me on the lips. Instinctively, I pressed his hand down to stop him from touching my breasts, but even pressing the back of his hand wouldn't pry it off. He touched my breasts and then, taking advantage of my surprised, open tongue, sucked on it forcefully. I was caught off guard, a little taken aback. I knew he was nice to me, but I never imagined it was him. My boyfriend had just called to say he'd pick up my knee pads later; how could it be him? Before I could think further, I focused on stopping his hand from touching my breasts, ignoring what was happening below. His other hand suddenly slipped between my legs, his fingers lightly rubbing my labia, sending a shiver down my spine. He touched my full, white breasts while I kissed him, sucking on his tongue. I couldn't speak, only letting out seductive moans of desire. In my mind, I remembered what that older man from high school often said: a woman's body is her greatest advantage and asset; she should learn to enjoy the sex and pleasure it brings, not be stingy with her body, let more people enjoy it, and she would gain happiness and many unexpected rewards. I don't know if it's related to my childhood experiences, but my body is very sensitive; I get wet and orgasm easily. No one knows about my childhood, and I've never told anyone. Everyone says I'm a born slut, and I don't like that label. I slowly released his hand from the back of my hand, and my body stopped resisting. My vagina became wet again. Seeing that I wasn't resisting anymore, he pressed down on my back, making me bend over, sticking out my round buttocks, assuming a doggy-style position. He touched my wet vulva, and then I heard the rustling sound of basketball shorts being pulled down. It seemed he was playing basketball with his boyfriend. My position was very lewd, bending over and waiting for his penetration. I could hear my boyfriend's concerned words before he left, asking if I wanted to take any food. I felt that I was betraying my boyfriend; it was immoral. I had just gotten up when I heard the old man's voice from the gatehouse again, "You need to learn to enjoy the sex and pleasure your body brings. Don't be stingy with your body; let more people enjoy it." In Chapter Nine, he couldn't wait to thrust in. I felt pain; I was very wet. He didn't thrust slowly; he just went in all at once. With a normal penis, I wouldn't have felt this much pain. His penis was very large; it went in halfway on the first thrust. If it were my boyfriend, he would have gone in all at once. It was bigger than any I'd ever met before; I'd say he was in the top three of all the Chinese men I've ever been with. He didn't seem to care about me; he forcefully pushed the other half in as well. I felt my vagina being stretched full. He thrust for a while, and I felt a little better, but it still hurt my stomach. He was very forceful, not caring if I could handle it. It felt like I hadn't done it in a long time. My vaginal fluid overflowed with each thrust, making me scream, unable to tell if it was pleasure or pain. I couldn't stand steadily, so I bent over and held onto the ground, and he held my buttocks as he continued. He said, "It feels so good. Are you feeling good, little sister? Your pussy is so tight." I said, "Brother...it feels good...it hurts a little...go slower." Instead of being gentle, he went even harder. My lower abdomen ached from the thrusting. It didn't hurt like this when the old man in the gatehouse fucked me, but I felt mostly good and wanted him to fuck me harder. He fucked me for a while, and the tingling sensation from the friction between his vaginal muscles and the head of his penis made me scream. I quickly orgasmed. When he saw that I had orgasmed, he pulled out and made me kneel in front of him and suck his cock. He was like S in Roujia's Diary, he wouldn't let me squat, he made me kneel and lick his big cock. I don't know what he was thinking. Making his best friend's girlfriend kneel and lick his cock must have given him a sense of conquest. His cock was so big that I could only take in most of it. He fucked me for about two hours in total, and he ejaculated three times. I was sucking his cock while using my hand to move his cock. I was a little surprised to see such a big cock. In the end, he ejaculated into my mouth and I swallowed it. Fortunately, I used to eat semen often, so it wasn't difficult for me. I had even eaten my then-boyfriend's semen before. I orgasm very easily. He didn't rest before ejaculating and immediately carried me to bed, touching and kissing me. I felt worthy of it.I kissed him. He pulled me onto his back, and I straddled him, sinking down into him. "Ah...ah," I groaned, jerking back and tilting my head back. The stimulation of such a large penis entering my vagina for the first time was intense. I lifted my hips and moved, finally filling my vagina completely, making me groan repeatedly, feeling incredibly wonderful. He sat down heavily a few times, then began to thrust up and down, enjoying the pleasure of sex. The tingling sensation from the friction between my vaginal muscles and his glans made me scream, thrusting wildly. My round, white buttocks rose and fell rapidly, his penis sometimes disappearing and sometimes emerging from between my buttocks. The glans inside my vagina gently rubbed against the vaginal walls, stimulating my lower body to tremble again. My full, snow-white body writhed on his body, my hair flying in the air. I used all the techniques the uncle had taught me. The first time, he was polite, but the second time we had sex, his attitude changed when he saw how good I was. He started using vulgar language, saying things like, "You little slut, you're so good at this, how many men have you been with?" I said not many. He said, "Little slut, is one man not enough for you?" I hummed in response, saying nothing, and he thrust his hips forcefully, moving frantically beneath me. "Slut, I'll fuck your cunt!" He asked me, "Did you have sex with your boyfriend this morning?" My boyfriend had fucked me four times from last night to this morning, ejaculating inside me twice, in my mouth once (which I swallowed), and on my breasts once. From last night to this morning, I've been fucked seven times by two men, including one with a very big penis. I didn't feel as bad as Guoguo described in her diary. My physique isn't as good as Guoguo's. Guoguo was so bad after only 70 minutes of being fucked by her father-in-law. It shows that some women are more resilient to sex than others. His hands gripped my proud breasts tightly as he thrust his hips forcefully, saying, "Your tits are so big, did a lot of people touch them until they were big? You yourself said you're a little slut." "Ah—ah—good—my little slut feels good—fuck me—fuck my slut," I moaned lewdly. The older man told me to obey men, and I obeyed whatever he told me to do. He said my legs were beautiful, and his penis was very big, but I could slowly sit down and quickly felt comfortable. After sitting for a while, he would let me move my buttocks behind him, and he would lick my genitals, sucking on my smooth and tender labia, his tongue swirling around and licking my vulva, my sticky, lewd juices flowing out. I ate his penis, seeing it covered in my juices, and I opened my mouth to take his penis in. The front half of his penis disappeared into my mouth, immediately lifting my cheeks, my tongue swirling vigorously inside my mouth, it was so stimulating. At that moment, I wasn't worried about my boyfriend coming back; I was just enjoying the pleasure and didn't think about anything else. My boyfriend just finished having sex with me, and now someone else is doing it to me. I feel incredibly excited. He said, "You're so horny, I've wanted to fuck you for so long, and now I finally get to taste it." I didn't say anything. He made me turn around to face him, and he said my legs were beautiful, and my feet were pretty too, and he wanted to see my feet. My boyfriend hadn't said that. Then he grabbed my feet and started kissing and licking them, putting my toes in his mouth. I felt very ticklish; it was the first time someone had licked my feet like that, and I was sitting on his penis. He was holding one of my feet, and I couldn't sit still, so I held onto the bed. It was the first time he had played with me like this, and it felt very strange. I felt his big penis stretching my vaginal walls very tightly. I'm sleeping naked now, talking to a master about the scene of me being fucked. My vagina is a little wet, and I'm touching my vulva and rubbing my clitoris. I never think about my father-in-law when I masturbate. I let my father-in-law play with me, and I felt good, but I hate him. I said goodbye to the past. If it weren't for my father-in-law fucking and playing with me, I would only have my husband now. Now I'm thinking about my boyfriend's friend's big cock fucking me. I'm touching my pussy while talking to the master about what happened back then. We did various positions during the second sex swap. My stomach didn't hurt as much anymore. I was moaning and enjoying the big cock fucking my pussy. You're spreading your legs and touching your clitoris now, wanting to be fucked by a cock. The master asked if I could call him master. I asked why. He said, "If you don't want to call me that, then don't. It's a big secret." I now know that the big secret the master was talking about was that he felt a connection when he wrote Roujia's diary. He was envious of Roujia being subdued by the master and wanted to be like that with me too, but Roujia is not me, so he didn't feel anything. The master was thinking about Roujia again and asked if I could call him little slut. I said yes. After a while, I said I couldn't talk anymore. I couldn't take it anymore. Typing with one hand wasn't enough for masturbation. I touched my pussy and orgasmed, squirting. I changed the sheets. I later found out that my boyfriend's friend gave his knee pads to my boyfriend. He said he would help my boyfriend get them and take care of some things. It's just that my boyfriend knew he was coming here to get them. My boyfriend told him where I was, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to find me. He trusted me, feeling I wasn't that kind of person. He also trusted his friend, never suspecting he'd have designs on me. "One shouldn't covet a friend's wife," as the saying goes. My boyfriend trusted him so much, yet he secretly slept with me—is that what friends are like? He even used a double entendre, saying he was "doing a favor"—meaning he was "doing it on the side," and my boyfriend didn't suspect him at all. Although it wasn't my fault, I didn't resist. Was that immoral? At that time, I always thought the older man was right; if he hadn't taught me, I wouldn't have adapted to such a large penis so quickly. I was taking long-acting birth control pills. I don't orgasm many times; sometimes I have several. If we continue having sex, I usually don't wash. He noticed I squirt during orgasms, but he wasn't too surprised, saying it wasn't the first time he'd seen it, but not often. My boyfriend had seen other women squirt too. The second time, we had sex for a long time in bed, and he held me, doing it while walking. I sat on his penis, wrapped my arms around his neck, and French kissed him. He was very confident, saying my boyfriend's penis was definitely not as big as his. While he was fucking me, he asked, "You slut, who fucks you better, me or your boyfriend?" I said, "Both." I felt my warm, soft vagina tightly enveloping his large penis, which was deeply inside me—it felt so good. He slid his tongue into my mouth, entwining it with mine and sucking on it, while his penis plunged in again. My lips parted slightly, and I let out a soft, almost crying moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hooked my legs around him, and coiled myself around him, responding to his thrusts until I reached orgasm. He couldn't hold back any longer in my convulsing vagina and ejaculated with a final thrust. The third time, he had me wear a hotel nurse's uniform on a sex chair. Most themed hotels near the school have these, with different themed rooms, mostly frequented by students. On the sex chair, he made me touch my own breasts. I rubbed my full breasts, feeling both shy and excited. He really knew how to play, even better than my boyfriend. He made me touch my clitoris with one hand. During sex, there was a foamy substance; he had me stick a lot of it on my fingers and taste my own cunt. I touched my vagina, putting the white, creamy vaginal fluid in my mouth; it tasted a little salty. He was training me; he liked me to touch my breasts with one hand and my genitals with the other, or to put my fingers in my mouth. He liked to suck my feet, sometimes a few toes, sometimes all five. He would bite my feet when he ejaculated. Actually, I didn't want to wear that dress; it was dirty, many people had worn it, and the hotel didn't wash it every day; it had patches of stains on it. It was a small hotel that made money off students. It had many different rooms: pet cats, pet dogs, nurses, flight attendants, workers, prisoners, etc.—more than a dozen rooms in a private three-story building with an attic; the conditions were poor. There was a room selection sheet at the registration area; you could see it there. It seems to have been demolished now; there were complaints about noise pollution for a long time. It was one of those privately converted buildings; there were many like that near the university."I cried out in a wanton voice." The older man told me to obey men, and I did whatever he told me to do. He said my legs were beautiful, and his penis was very big, but I could slowly sit down and soon felt comfortable. After sitting for a while, he would have me move my buttocks back, and he would lick my genitals, sucking on my smooth and tender labia, his tongue swirling and licking the entrance of my vagina, my sticky, wet juices flowing out. I ate his penis, and seeing it covered in my juices, I opened my mouth and took his penis into my mouth. The front half of his penis disappeared into my mouth, immediately lifting my cheeks, and my tongue vigorously swirled inside my mouth. It was so stimulating. At that moment, I wasn't worried about my boyfriend coming back; I was just enjoying the pleasure and didn't think about anything else. My boyfriend had just finished with me, and now someone else was doing it to me; I felt incredibly excited. He said, "You're so horny, I've wanted to fuck you for so long, and now I finally get to taste it." I didn't say anything. He made me turn around, face him, and said my legs were beautiful, and my feet were pretty too, and he wanted to see my feet. My boyfriend didn't say that. Then he hugged my feet and kissed and licked them, putting my toes in his mouth. I felt very itchy; it was the first time someone had licked my feet like that, and I was sitting on his penis. He was holding one of my feet, and I couldn't sit still, so I held onto the bed. It was the first time he had played with me like this, and it felt very strange. I felt his big penis stretching my vaginal walls very tightly. I'm sleeping naked now, talking to the master about the scene of me being fucked. My vagina is a little wet, and I'm touching my vulva and rubbing my clitoris. I never think about my father-in-law when I masturbate. I let my father-in-law play with me, and I felt good, but I hate him. I said goodbye to the past. If it weren't for my father-in-law fucking and playing with me, I would only be with my husband now. Now I'm thinking about my boyfriend's friend's big penis fucking me. I'm touching my horny vagina while talking to the master about the situation. The second time we swapped positions, my stomach hurt less, and I moaned, enjoying the big cock fucking my cunt. You're spreading your legs and touching your clitoris, wanting to be fucked. The master asked if I could call him "master," and I asked why. He said, "Fine, don't call me that, it's a big secret." Now I know the big secret the master was talking about was that he felt a connection to Roujia's diary, envious that Roujia was subdued by a master, and wanted to be like that with me too, but Roujia wasn't me, so he didn't feel anything. The master was thinking about Roujia again and asked if I could call him "little slut." I said yes, but after a while I said I couldn't talk anymore, I couldn't take it anymore, one hand wasn't enough for masturbation. I touched my cunt and orgasmed, squirting. I changed the sheets. I later found out that my boyfriend's friend gave his knee pads to my boyfriend, saying he'd pick them up for him and run some errands. My boyfriend knew he was there to get them, and he told him where I was, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to find me. He trusted me, feeling I wasn't that kind of person, and he trusted his friend too, never suspecting he had designs on me. "Don't mess with your friend's wife." My boyfriend trusted him so much, yet he secretly slept with me. Is that what a friend does? He even used a double entendre, saying he was just "doing a favor"—meaning he was just "doing a favor"—and my boyfriend didn't suspect him at all. Although it wasn't my fault, I didn't resist. Was that immoral? At the time, I always thought the older man was right. If he hadn't taught me, I wouldn't have adapted to such a big penis so quickly. I take long-acting birth control pills. I don't orgasm many times; sometimes I have several. If we continue having sex, I usually don't wash. He noticed that I squirt during orgasms, but he wasn't too surprised, saying it wasn't the first time he'd seen it, but it wasn't common either. My boyfriend had seen other women squirt before. The second time, we had sex for a long time in bed, and he held me while we walked around. I sat on his penis, wrapped my arms around his neck, and we French kissed. He was very confident, saying my boyfriend's penis was definitely not as big as his. While he was fucking me, he asked, "You slut, who fucks you better, me or your boyfriend?" I said, "Both." I felt my warm, soft vagina tightly enveloping his large penis, which was deeply inside me—it felt so good. He slid his tongue into my mouth, entwining it with mine and sucking on it, while his penis plunged in again. My lips parted slightly, and I let out a soft, almost crying moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hooked my legs around him, and coiled myself around him, responding to his thrusts until I reached orgasm. He couldn't hold back any longer in my convulsing vagina and ejaculated with a final thrust. The third time, he had me wear a hotel nurse's uniform on a sex chair. Most themed hotels near the school have these, with different themed rooms, mostly frequented by students. On the sex chair, he made me touch my own breasts. I rubbed my full breasts, feeling both shy and excited. He really knew how to play, even better than my boyfriend. He made me touch my clitoris with one hand. During sex, there was a foamy substance; he had me stick a lot of it on my fingers and taste my own cunt. I touched my vagina, putting the white, creamy vaginal fluid in my mouth; it tasted a little salty. He was training me; he liked me to touch my breasts with one hand and my genitals with the other, or to put my fingers in my mouth. He liked to suck my feet, sometimes a few toes, sometimes all five. He would bite my feet when he ejaculated. Actually, I didn't want to wear that dress; it was dirty, many people had worn it, and the hotel didn't wash it every day; it had patches of stains on it. It was a small hotel that made money off students. It had many different rooms: pet cats, pet dogs, nurses, flight attendants, workers, prisoners, etc.—more than a dozen rooms in a private three-story building with an attic; the conditions were poor. There was a room selection sheet at the registration area; you could see it there. It seems to have been demolished now; there were complaints about noise pollution for a long time. It was one of those privately converted buildings; there were many like that near the university."I cried out in a wanton voice." The older man told me to obey men, and I did whatever he told me to do. He said my legs were beautiful, and his penis was very big, but I could slowly sit down and soon felt comfortable. After sitting for a while, he would have me move my buttocks back, and he would lick my genitals, sucking on my smooth and tender labia, his tongue swirling and licking the entrance of my vagina, my sticky, wet juices flowing out. I ate his penis, and seeing it covered in my juices, I opened my mouth and took his penis into my mouth. The front half of his penis disappeared into my mouth, immediately lifting my cheeks, and my tongue vigorously swirled inside my mouth. It was so stimulating. At that moment, I wasn't worried about my boyfriend coming back; I was just enjoying the pleasure and didn't think about anything else. My boyfriend had just finished with me, and now someone else was doing it to me; I felt incredibly excited. He said, "You're so horny, I've wanted to fuck you for so long, and now I finally get to taste it." I didn't say anything. He made me turn around, face him, and said my legs were beautiful, and my feet were pretty too, and he wanted to see my feet. My boyfriend didn't say that. Then he hugged my feet and kissed and licked them, putting my toes in his mouth. I felt very itchy; it was the first time someone had licked my feet like that, and I was sitting on his penis. He was holding one of my feet, and I couldn't sit still, so I held onto the bed. It was the first time he had played with me like this, and it felt very strange. I felt his big penis stretching my vaginal walls very tightly. I'm sleeping naked now, talking to the master about the scene of me being fucked. My vagina is a little wet, and I'm touching my vulva and rubbing my clitoris. I never think about my father-in-law when I masturbate. I let my father-in-law play with me, and I felt good, but I hate him. I said goodbye to the past. If it weren't for my father-in-law fucking and playing with me, I would only be with my husband now. Now I'm thinking about my boyfriend's friend's big penis fucking me. I'm touching my horny vagina while talking to the master about the situation. The second time we swapped positions, my stomach hurt less, and I moaned, enjoying the big cock fucking my cunt. You're spreading your legs and touching your clitoris, wanting to be fucked. The master asked if I could call him "master," and I asked why. He said, "Fine, don't call me that, it's a big secret." Now I know the big secret the master was talking about was that he felt a connection to Roujia's diary, envious that Roujia was subdued by a master, and wanted to be like that with me too, but Roujia wasn't me, so he didn't feel anything. The master was thinking about Roujia again and asked if I could call him "little slut." I said yes, but after a while I said I couldn't talk anymore, I couldn't take it anymore, one hand wasn't enough for masturbation. I touched my cunt and orgasmed, squirting. I changed the sheets. I later found out that my boyfriend's friend gave his knee pads to my boyfriend, saying he'd pick them up for him and run some errands. My boyfriend knew he was there to get them, and he told him where I was, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to find me. He trusted me, feeling I wasn't that kind of person, and he trusted his friend too, never suspecting he had designs on me. "Don't mess with your friend's wife." My boyfriend trusted him so much, yet he secretly slept with me. Is that what a friend does? He even used a double entendre, saying he was just "doing a favor"—meaning he was just "doing a favor"—and my boyfriend didn't suspect him at all. Although it wasn't my fault, I didn't resist. Was that immoral? At the time, I always thought the older man was right. If he hadn't taught me, I wouldn't have adapted to such a big penis so quickly. I take long-acting birth control pills. I don't orgasm many times; sometimes I have several. If we continue having sex, I usually don't wash. He noticed that I squirt during orgasms, but he wasn't too surprised, saying it wasn't the first time he'd seen it, but it wasn't common either. My boyfriend had seen other women squirt before. The second time, we had sex for a long time in bed, and he held me while we walked around. I sat on his penis, wrapped my arms around his neck, and we French kissed. He was very confident, saying my boyfriend's penis was definitely not as big as his. While he was fucking me, he asked, "You slut, who fucks you better, me or your boyfriend?" I said, "Both." I felt my warm, soft vagina tightly enveloping his large penis, which was deeply inside me—it felt so good. He slid his tongue into my mouth, entwining it with mine and sucking on it, while his penis plunged in again. My lips parted slightly, and I let out a soft, almost crying moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hooked my legs around him, and coiled myself around him, responding to his thrusts until I reached orgasm. He couldn't hold back any longer in my convulsing vagina and ejaculated with a final thrust. The third time, he had me wear a hotel nurse's uniform on a sex chair. Most themed hotels near the school have these, with different themed rooms, mostly frequented by students. On the sex chair, he made me touch my own breasts. I rubbed my full breasts, feeling both shy and excited. He really knew how to play, even better than my boyfriend. He made me touch my clitoris with one hand. During sex, there was a foamy substance; he had me stick a lot of it on my fingers and taste my own cunt. I touched my vagina, putting the white, creamy vaginal fluid in my mouth; it tasted a little salty. He was training me; he liked me to touch my breasts with one hand and my genitals with the other, or to put my fingers in my mouth. He liked to suck my feet, sometimes a few toes, sometimes all five. He would bite my feet when he ejaculated. Actually, I didn't want to wear that dress; it was dirty, many people had worn it, and the hotel didn't wash it every day; it had patches of stains on it. It was a small hotel that made money off students. It had many different rooms: pet cats, pet dogs, nurses, flight attendants, workers, prisoners, etc.—more than a dozen rooms in a private three-story building with an attic; the conditions were poor. There was a room selection sheet at the registration area; you could see it there. It seems to have been demolished now; there were complaints about noise pollution for a long time. It was one of those privately converted buildings; there were many like that near the university.His head entwined around my tongue, sucking, while his penis plunged deep inside again. My lips parted slightly, letting out a soft, tearful moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hooked my legs around him, and coiled myself around him, responding to his thrusts until I reached orgasm. He couldn't hold back any longer in my convulsing vagina, and with a final thrust, he ejaculated as well. The third time, he had me wear a hotel nurse's uniform on a sex chair. Most themed hotels near the school have these, with different themed rooms, mostly frequented by students. On the sex chair, he made me touch my own breasts. I rubbed my full breasts, feeling both shy and excited. He really knew how to play, even better than my boyfriend. He made me touch my clitoris with one hand. During sex, there was a foamy substance, and he had me stick a lot of it on my fingers so I could taste my own vaginal fluid. I touched my vagina and put the white, creamy vaginal fluid in my mouth; it tasted a little salty. He was disciplining me. He liked me to touch my breasts with one hand and my genitals with the other, or to put my fingers in my mouth. He liked to suck my feet, sometimes a few toes, sometimes all five. He would bite my feet when he ejaculated. Actually, I didn't want to wear that outfit; it was dirty, many people had worn it, and the hotel didn't wash it every day, leaving patches of stains. It was a small hotel that made money off students. It had many different rooms: pet cats, pet dogs, nurses, flight attendants, workers, prisoners, etc.—more than a dozen rooms in a private three-story building with an attic, but the conditions were poor. There was a room selection sheet at the registration area, which you could see, but it seems to have been demolished now; it had been complained about for a long time for disturbing the peace. It was one of those privately converted buildings; there were many like that near the university.His head entwined around my tongue, sucking, while his penis plunged deep inside again. My lips parted slightly, letting out a soft, tearful moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hooked my legs around him, and coiled myself around him, responding to his thrusts until I reached orgasm. He couldn't hold back any longer in my convulsing vagina, and with a final thrust, he ejaculated as well. The third time, he had me wear a hotel nurse's uniform on a sex chair. Most themed hotels near the school have these, with different themed rooms, mostly frequented by students. On the sex chair, he made me touch my own breasts. I rubbed my full breasts, feeling both shy and excited. He really knew how to play, even better than my boyfriend. He made me touch my clitoris with one hand. During sex, there was a foamy substance, and he had me stick a lot of it on my fingers so I could taste my own vaginal fluid. I touched my vagina and put the white, creamy vaginal fluid in my mouth; it tasted a little salty. He was disciplining me. He liked me to touch my breasts with one hand and my genitals with the other, or to put my fingers in my mouth. He liked to suck my feet, sometimes a few toes, sometimes all five. He would bite my feet when he ejaculated. Actually, I didn't want to wear that outfit; it was dirty, many people had worn it, and the hotel didn't wash it every day, leaving patches of stains. It was a small hotel that made money off students. It had many different rooms: pet cats, pet dogs, nurses, flight attendants, workers, prisoners, etc.—more than a dozen rooms in a private three-story building with an attic, but the conditions were poor. There was a room selection sheet at the registration area, which you could see, but it seems to have been demolished now; it had been complained about for a long time for disturbing the peace. It was one of those privately converted buildings; there were many like that near the university.
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