He was ejaculated inside by his classmate.

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I remember when this semester was almost over, my good friend May, a former junior high school classmate from Toronto, called. "Lin, I heard you're really popular at your university. My boyfriend is going to study there, could you please look after him? He hasn't even found an apartment yet. Could you help him find one? Please." I frowned. What kind of time is this? He still hasn't found an apartment? It's so hard to find a place near a university. I gave him my phone number and address, promising to be a good host when Paul comes, and my friend happily hung up.
Sure enough, I checked the nearby apartments, but they were either all fully rented or extremely expensive. I couldn't make a decision for Paul, so I had to wait for him to contact me. The night before school started, Paul called me saying he had nowhere to stay, and then showed up at my place with all his bags. How could I possibly find him a place to sleep at a time like this! I thought to myself, after all, he's my friend's boyfriend, so there's really no way I can let him stay for a day or two. "I heard from May that you like Taiwanese rice dumplings," he said, handing me a plastic bag as he entered.
Paul was very tall and looked quite refined. Definitely May's type. "Thank you so much, that's very kind of you. You really can't buy this here! I'm sorry, my place is a mess, and I don't have anywhere to accommodate you right now. I think you might have to squeeze in with me tonight." Paul waved his hand dismissively. "I'd be more than happy if you took me in." I said, "You should call May right away and tell her you've arrived." So both Paul and I called May. The next day, I took Paul to registration and the orientation party, and to help him get acquainted with the campus. I told us, the warm and generous Taiwanese men, to treat the newcomer well. After class, Paul and I discussed the research I had done for him, and we finally decided on an apartment that was reasonably priced but a bit far from the university.
Anyway, Paul had a car, so I didn't have to go through all that trouble. However, the previous tenant wasn't moving out for another two days, which meant Paul and I would be sharing the room for another three days. To express his gratitude, Paul wanted me to take him to the best restaurant in the area, so I took him to a French restaurant. In this small town, even a top restaurant wouldn't cost more than a thousand dollars per person, and Paul even opened a bottle of red wine. "Cheers! To celebrate having a new place to live, and to celebrate making friends in this unfamiliar city." I was also happy to have helped him, and on a whim, I clinked glasses with him.
Amidst laughter and conversation, we ended up finishing a bottle of red wine. I had the guts to drink, but my tolerance wasn't great; afterwards, Paul, my face flushed, had to help me back. The small suite, though tiny, had everything I needed. A double bed and a three-seater sofa, just inside the entrance, took up almost half the room. Paul had slept on that sofa last night.
As soon as I entered, I rushed to the bathroom. I didn't expect the red wine to be so strong; it made me feel nauseous. I vomited all over myself before I could, my head was spinning, and I couldn't get up from the toilet. Paul had been waiting outside for a long time, knocking on the door. I didn't answer. So he opened the door and poked his head in, seeing me sitting on the floor next to the toilet, looking completely disheveled. "No way! You can't hold your liquor like that. May said you're the big sister of the Taiwanese people here. How can you hang out with people with this level of drinking?" I was too tired to pay attention to Paul's teasing. "You're so dirty, let me help you take your clothes off!" Paul asked with concern.
"No! I can do it myself."
Paul was kicked out by me. I spoke firmly, but my hands were weak and powerless. It took me ages to get my shirt off, but I couldn't unhook my bra; I practically had to rip it off. The worst part was my tight jeans; I just couldn't get them off no matter what I tried. My hands were so sore, so tired, and I just wanted to sleep... When I regained consciousness, Paul was standing in front of me, helping me take off my jeans. "What are you doing!" I exclaimed, because I was almost naked except for the jeans hanging on my calves. "Let me help you take off your pants and press down! Please, I've been waiting outside for over ten minutes, and when I opened the door I found you hanging by the toilet, sleeping. Hurry up and get yourself to sleep!" After vomiting, my mind could still think, but it was very slow. My body couldn't act according to my will.
Unable to refuse, I could only submit to Paul's ministrations. After removing my jeans, I was left only in a pair of CK underwear. They looked like ordinary white underwear, but the material was a slightly transparent sheer fabric, with dark pubic hair faintly visible. My body, flushed with alcohol, was unusually sensitive. Under the gaze of a strange man, I felt strangely aroused; my skin flushed, my breathing quickened, and even my nipples hardened. I felt a change in Paul's gaze. His fingers trembled slightly as he touched the sides of my underwear. Slowly, he pulled it down, his palms rubbing against my thighs and calves. I involuntarily felt a tingling sensation throughout my body. He pulled me up, his arm under my armpits, supporting me.
She was limp and soft, like a lump of mud, lying on top of him. "Wow! You're heavy." It's true that drunk people are the heaviest.
"I don't want to be pressed down either!" I tried to exert some strength, but my hands and feet didn't respond. He threw me into the bathtub, which was already filled with water, and then squatted down beside it, picking up soap to help me bathe. I quickly grabbed Paul's hand.
"No! I can wash myself." I pleaded, my face flushed. "No, what if you fall asleep in the bathtub and drown? Let me wash you quickly, then I'll carry you to bed, okay?" Paul said gently. My blurry eyes gradually made it hard to see Paul's face, and his gentle voice grew softer and softer. The hand that was holding Paul slowly fell limply to my side.
I felt someone gently touching my entire body with soap, lightly and softly brushing across my nipples, genitals, and even my anus. My eyelids wouldn't open... This feeling of being immersed in warm water was so comfortable; the fingers moving throughout my body sent waves of warmth through me. I didn't want to wake up. In my hazy state, I suddenly felt Paul's fingers wantonly kneading my sensitive clitoris, making me unbearably itchy and numb.
"What are you trying to do!" I struggled slightly, grabbing Paul's hand to stop his skillful hands from ravaging me. Perhaps my coquettish appearance only aroused his desire, because he actually inserted his fingers into my vagina and started thrusting them in and out. My vagina was being violated by his fingers like this, and I almost couldn't help but moan. It was so itchy and painful.
The water was a little cold, and soaking in it for a while cleared my head slightly. Paul picked me up, soaking wet, and threw me onto the bed. Naked and terrified, I didn't know what to do. He removed my wet clothes, revealing his strong body and huge, erect penis. My remaining sanity told me what was about to happen: "No, we can't do this."
With a voice that sounded firm but was actually weak, I tried to pull him back a little bit of his sanity. He took my noisy tongue into his mouth. Unable to speak, I could only make whimpering sounds. "Actually, you want it too, don't you! Look how hard your nipples are. When I was penetrating your pussy just now, it kept gripping my fingers! Your pussy is so fleshy and it bites, it must feel so good to fuck you!" The usually gentle Paul had even become rough in his way of speaking. "No! Please, don't do this."
I struggled with all my might. His large hand, which had been between us, was grabbed and raised above my head. He knelt between my legs, forcefully spreading them apart with his thighs, but I couldn't close them despite my efforts. My legs were almost 180 degrees open, forcing my labia to reveal my hidden vulva, and my pubic hair couldn't conceal the engorged clitoris. My private parts were clearly exposed to Paul. My futile struggles only caused my large breasts to sway from side to side, arousing Paul's sadistic desire. Paul pinched my nipple between two fingers, forcing me to scream. "Look at your nipples, they're hard and a centimeter long! Such big breasts, hehe, I'm going to use your breasts to massage my big dick!"
As he spoke, he licked my nipples with his tongue, his hands roughly kneading my breasts, grabbing each breast and squeezing it into a large, plump, and delicious bun, stuffing it into his mouth and biting into it bit by bit, his tongue constantly licking my sensitive nipples. "Damn! May's breasts aren't even half the size of yours, it feels so good to rub them like this! I'm going to eat your whole tits. Like this..." He licked my breasts until they were wet, like eating ice cream. His hand reached for my vulva, clamping my clitoris and rubbing it back and forth rapidly. "Ahhhhh~ No!" I wiggled my hips, trying to prevent him from touching me properly. But he bit my nipple hard. "Damn! You're already this wet, what are you pretending for! You slut!" I closed my eyes, deciding to ignore all his actions. But rational decisions cannot prevent the arising of desire.
"Your little cunt's hard too, look... it's even leaking!" Seeing my eyes closed, Paul angrily shoved his fingers, smeared with my cum, into my mouth and shoved them around. I wanted to bite him, but I didn't dare. Tears streamed down my face. He rubbed his penis against my vulva, the large glans pressing against my labia, opening and closing. I couldn't escape my fate of being raped; tears streamed down my face, my sobs mingled with lewd moans. "Do you want my cock to fuck your pussy?" With his fingers in my mouth, I couldn't speak, only shaking my head desperately. "I hate raping people the most, so I'll make you say you want me to fuck you to death." He turned his buttocks toward my face, seemingly about to assume a 69 position. I was both anxious and angry. "If you shove your penis into my mouth right now, I'll definitely bite it off!" He smiled and said, "No way, you'll love it to death."
He simply pinned my hands and upper body down with his legs, his tall, imposing figure making it impossible for me to move or even breathe properly. Paul parted my labia, aimed his tongue at my opening, and licked it deeply. His newly grown stubble rubbed against my clitoris, causing me excruciating pain. My vagina was overflowing with lustful fluids as he licked me, making loud, slurping sounds. My moans and cries sounded lewd even to myself. I didn't want to resist anymore; I was so tired. "Since you're going to be fucked by me anyway, you might as well enjoy yourself." Paul was a devil; he completely saw through my thoughts. One finger, two fingers... he thrust violently into my vaginal walls, his fingers alone hitting my cervix.
He stuck out his tongue and started licking my anus. Ah! No, not even my man has ever touched that place. Paul licked the folds of my anus, pulling at the fine hairs around it with his teeth, and at one point tried to force his tongue through my rear, making my entire lower body tense and convulse. "When I was bathing you just now, I washed your little asshole! But you were asleep, and your little asshole would contract when it was tense! So cute, you look like you need to be fucked!" Paul kept saying lewd things. He skillfully and quickly thrust two fingers in and out of my vagina, while his other hand forcefully pounded into my anus, his tongue teasing my clitoris. Ahh, my clitoris was so swollen, so hard, so painful, so itchy from his playing. My anus, stained with vaginal fluid, was easily deflowered by Paul's fingers. His left and right hands moved back and forth, separated only by the thin wall between my vagina and anus. Ah! I can't take it anymore! I screamed, spraying Paul's face and head with my own fluids. I couldn't stop myself from climaxing.
As soon as I stopped ejaculating, Paul's nimble tongue would continue its assault on my clitoris. Under the nimble tongue's caresses, my sensitive clitoris would gush forth with fluid. All the sensory nerves in my body would concentrate on my engorged, reddened clitoris. Paul relentlessly ravaged my painfully sensitive bud, causing my limbs to spasm and tremble uncontrollably. I repeatedly teetered on the edge of unconsciousness. "Damn! You're peeing!" His hand continued to stir inside my vagina, the fluid flowing endlessly until I couldn't help but cry out loud, so embarrassing. Paul turned and forced a kiss on me, silencing my sobs. "Do you want me to fuck your pussy or your ass?" he deliberately poked my anus with his finger.
"No!" I was startled; I'd never tried anal sex before. "If I don't want to fuck your pussy, then I'll fuck your asshole?" "If you don't want me to fuck your asshole, then shout that you want me to fuck your cunt!" Paul had already inserted his finger into my anus and was thrusting it in and out. "Ugh! Fuck... fuck... fuck!" I couldn't say anything. "Looks like your asshole likes being fucked by fingers, it keeps biting me. Maybe it'll feel even better with my big dick!" I didn't even dare to think about Paul's 15-centimeter-long dick with its thick glans being inserted into my anus. "Quick! Say you want me to fuck you to death, to fuck your cunt, or I'll fuck your asshole until it bursts!" "Fuck me to death...fuck my... cunt..." I stammered.
Paul's enormous penis instantly plunged into my vagina, which was unusually sensitive after my previous orgasm. His glans pressed against my clitoris, thrusting in with a series of soft, wet strokes. An indescribable fullness washed over me, and I moaned shamelessly. "Hold me," he said, grabbing my hands and pulling me to my feet, wrapping them around his neck. We opened the French windows and stepped onto the balcony. The chilly September wind stung my skin like needles, my pores tightening to amplify the sensations. Paul's caresses, his body heat, his warmth stimulated my nerves. "Ah! Don't do this, someone will see!" Before I could finish, Paul thrust forcefully, penetrating deeply and slamming against my cervix, making me moan and groan with pleasure. My back was pressed against the cold, early autumn railing. Paul released his grip on my waist and began to squeeze my breasts tightly, pulling them up and down as if he wanted to crush them. I held onto the railing with all my might. With each of Paul's thrusts, my head slumped limply off the balcony, swaying. The homeowner across the way could probably see my swaying breasts. Paul's pace quickened; I could feel his hardness inside me. He started breathing heavily, and I knew he was about to ejaculate. "Please, don't ejaculate inside."
The last vestige of reason in my lust. Paul continued to wildly shake his ass. "I'm going to fuck you to death, I'm going to shove all my semen inside you, make your stinking cunt eat it all clean." "No! No! Please... ahhhhh..." The more I said no, the more excited Paul became, the faster he moved, and the more intense the pleasure in my lower body became... Suddenly, Paul thrust hard and stopped. Instantly, hot, thick fluid rushed into my body, and I reached my climax. Paul put me down and shoved his penis into my mouth. "Clean me up!" He grabbed my hair and pressed my face down. I could only obediently lick the semen-covered penis clean.

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