The Confession of a Girl in Stockings

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A Stocking Girl's Confession:
I'm a girl who loves wearing stockings. Seeing so many men adore stockings and beautiful legs, I wanted to share my story. Perhaps after reading this, you'll think I'm a slut, but I don't care. I'm still a virgin. I like girls, and I want to find a girl who likes stockings to be my partner. As for men, I just enjoy playing with their penises and watching them ejaculate because of me. It gives me a feeling similar to a successful prank, and it makes me very happy.

My descriptions of sex in this article might seem too simplistic, but after all, I'm not writing a novel; I'm just recounting my own story. It's impossible to specifically recall and describe every detail. The main point is to write my story; you can use your imagination to imagine the specifics.

My mother went abroad to work when I was in elementary school, only returning home for short periods each year. My father is a doctor, with a good personality and very devoted, so there was no risk of our family breaking up. This created a very good living environment for me. I had my own room, which was beautifully decorated. My mother always brought back many beautiful clothes from abroad, especially stockings. So, I've loved the close-fitting feel of stockings since I was little.

In kindergarten, boys and girls didn't have separate toilets. So when I went to the toilet, I often saw boys using it too. I was always bothered by the fact that their genitals were different from mine. But when there were many people around, I didn't dare ask. Once, it was my turn to clean with a boy. After school in the afternoon, the teacher had something to do and told us to clean on our own. There was no one else around. I saw him go to the toilet and followed him. When he started urinating, I stood next to him watching; he seemed a little shy. I asked if I could touch it. He said yes. So I waited until he finished urinating and then touched his penis. I felt it was a little hard. It was quite fun. But that was all at the time. Later, in elementary school, the boys' and girls' toilets were separated, and I was too afraid to go to the boys' toilet. So I didn't really practice anything related to sex during elementary school. However, computers started becoming available then, and my parents bought one for our home. Our generation is naturally good with computers, and soon, although my dad didn't know, I had found many pornographic websites. But I still loved studying in elementary school and got into a good middle school.

My sexual happiness started by chance, in my second year of middle school. One day during PE class, I accidentally sprained my arm. That evening, I told my dad I wanted him to help me take a bath. My dad didn't seem to notice anything particularly wrong. Because it was summer, my dad was only wearing beach shorts, shirtless, as he bathed me. While washing me, Dad naturally applied shower gel, which gave him the opportunity to knead my already developed breasts. I also asked him to wash my lower body, and after a while, I noticed a bulge in his shorts. So I asked, "Dad, what's in your pants?" Dad smiled awkwardly and said nothing. I persisted, telling him to let me see. Dad absolutely refused. I cried and fussed. Finally, Dad had no choice but to tell me, "You can't tell anyone!" I agreed. Then Dad took off his pants. I saw an erect penis for the first time. Dad told me some things about male sex. I asked Dad, "Can I touch it?" Dad initially disagreed, but I knew that seeing my beautiful naked body, he couldn't possibly be completely uninterested. Finally, he agreed.

I reached out and grasped my father's penis. I slowly stroked it up and down. My father took a deep breath, seeming to enjoy it. But after a short while, he regained his senses and rationally said it was enough. Of course, I wasn't going to let this hard-won opportunity slip by, so I vigorously rubbed his penis. Then I heard him say he couldn't anymore, and his body jerked backward. I clearly saw a stream of white liquid spurt from his glans, splashing onto my face and body. It was my first time experiencing a man's semen; it had a faint fishy smell, but I didn't dislike it. My father kept apologizing. He quickly put on his pants, helped me shower, dry me off, and dressed me. For the next few days, my father was always very embarrassed around me.

I didn't want things to continue like this. So I used the computer at home to search for a lot of information about sex online. The more I read, the more I found men's penises really interesting. However, I also began to discover that I am a lesbian. Of course, this self-narration mainly talks about how to manipulate men, so I won't write about my girlfriend. As my understanding of sex deepened, I realized why my stockings sometimes had white spots. It turned out to be traces left by my father's semen when he masturbated with my stockings. I also observed my father discreetly for a while. I discovered that often after I showered, my father would masturbate with my stockings and underwear while showering. This excited me greatly. Every night, I would constantly think about these lewd images and my father's penis. However, I didn't know how to masturbate back then. Finally, one evening after my father finished showering, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and took out my stockings before he put his clothes in the washing machine. Sure enough, there were still traces and smells of semen on them. I went to the living room, where my father was. When he saw what I was holding, he shuddered. I got straight to the point.

Finally, my father admitted that he had been using my clothes to fantasize about my body and masturbate, releasing his unfulfilled desires. I gently told him that I understood him. He apologized a lot. I told him not to feel guilty, that it was a normal phenomenon for men. Then I asked, "Can I comfort your desires in place of Mom?" My father was shocked and immediately and firmly objected.

Actually, I know that the reason Mom can go out without worry is because Dad is a principled person and wouldn't do anything reckless. I like that about him too. So I went further and told him that I actually have a very strong sexual curiosity, and if possible, I'd like to learn about sex while engaging in sexual games. If I can't find a suitable place to release my pent-up desires, I might play with other boys. Dad panicked and didn't know what to do. So I said, "How about this, I'll help you ejaculate every day, and you let me play with your penis and teach me about sex, okay?" I told him I had a bottom line and wouldn't agree to him taking my virginity; we could use my hand or other methods. I also hoped Dad could guide me. Finally, Dad agreed to try it out for now.

I was so happy and said, "Let's do it now!" Besides, Dad's genitals were already erect and waiting for me. That night was my first time performing oral sex. Because I said I wanted to try something different, my dad had no choice but to teach me how. Although I had seen it online before, I still thought it was quite fun. I felt so excited as my dad's penis went in and out of my mouth. After a while, I spat out my dad's penis and asked, "Can you ejaculate in my mouth this time? I want to taste the flavor of semen." My dad hugged me tightly and said, "I love you so much, my good daughter. I'll satisfy whatever you want." So I took my dad's penis into my mouth again and started stroking it. Finally, I felt his glans swell up again, and then a slippery, slightly salty liquid entered my mouth. I spat out his penis, smacked my lips, and swallowed the semen in front of my father. Although it didn't taste good, for some reason, I didn't dislike it at all.

For the next week, my father and I kept changing methods. Every morning, he made me ejaculate for him before he got up for work. He also gave me the websites on his computer. In my free time, I browsed all sorts of pornographic websites and downloaded some AVs to watch. I really envied those AV actresses; they could play with so many people and make so many men ejaculate because of them. At night, I couldn't wait to play with my father's penis again, trying all sorts of sexual things.

A week later, my father and I talked again. He lowered his previous boundaries and agreed to guide me in sexual matters. I told him I was willing to try anything as long as he didn't penetrate my vagina or cause any harm to my body through SM. At the same time, my dad and I decided to basically not wear clothes at home. I would only wear pantyhose or stockings, which was what my dad wanted. He told me he had a foot and stocking fetish and that he grew up craving women's stockings. Also, whenever we had a good idea, we would record it on video to keep as a memento.

During this time, I slept in the same bed as my father. Every morning, he would wait until I sucked his penis and ejaculated into my mouth before getting up, and then he would urinate in my mouth. He would also drink the urine I had stored up overnight, his mouth pressed against my genitals. I realized this was a way for men to declare their possession of women. After breakfast, we would go to work or school separately. When I came home in the evening, I would eagerly take off all my clothes, leaving only my stockings. When my father came home, he would take off all his clothes, his big penis dangling in front of me. After we finished eating, when I went to wash the dishes, my father would usually rub his penis against my stockinged buttocks or thighs from behind, massaging my breasts and clitoris. Then we would shower together. During this time, he would massage my breasts and face with his penis, and I would help him wash his genitals. Sometimes Dad couldn't help but ejaculate, and I would use the semen to wash my hair. Dad would also use his hands or mouth to help me achieve a more pleasurable feeling. Then we would go back to our respective rooms. I would do my homework, and Dad would do other things. Then we would fall asleep cuddling, and Dad would put his penis between my legs or wear my old stockings. Every weekend, Dad would make me wear sexy stockings and give him a foot job, and then he would ejaculate on my legs. We also watched porn together and learned all sorts of positions. So at that time, apart from still being a virgin, my body was stained with his penis and semen.

On the night of celebrating my first day of high school, Dad and I tried anal sex. We soaked together in the bathroom for a while first to relax our bodies. Then Dad applied Vaseline to his penis and slowly smeared some inside my anus with his finger. I held onto the windowsill as Dad slowly inserted his penis into my rectum from behind. It hurt so much! But I endured it desperately to complete various sexual acts. Unlike in novels, there was no orgasm; for over ten minutes, I only felt pain. However, Dad said it was indeed very tight, and he ejaculated inside my rectum, which was what I requested. In this way, Dad possessed every part of my body except my vagina. I will save my vagina for the stocking-clad girl I like in the future. This was also my only experience with anal sex, because I know anal sex is very bad for a woman's body, so I will never do it again. This was just an experiment to complete various sexual acts.

Later, when I went to high school, my body had fully developed. Looking at my mature and perfectly formed body, I was overjoyed. I wanted to become a beautiful woman who could manipulate men, making them lose their minds and die from exhaustion (hehe, that's a bit of an exaggeration). That would be truly satisfying! Of course, I wasn't content with just playing with my dad anymore. I wanted to play with more penises. So, my target naturally shifted to the boys and teachers at school. Fortunately, before that, I discovered my pleasure on the bus.

I took the bus to and from school, always during rush hour. I was always squeezed in the crowd. But gradually, perhaps because people's thoughts became less innocent, there were people on the bus who groped women. Actually, I hoped to encounter such people. Of course, there are many novels that depict such scenes. Every time I saw it, I fantasized about having such a good thing happen to me. So I insisted on not wearing underwear to school, only flesh-colored pantyhose. My skirts couldn't be too short, because I had to consider the school, so

I usually wore knee-length skirts. But I still preferred hiking shoes; they were comfortable to walk in and didn't easily cause calluses, I wanted to protect my beautiful feet. After waiting for more than a month, this good thing finally happened. One day on my way to school, as usual, I squeezed into the group of younger, handsome men on the bus and waited patiently. Suddenly, I felt someone touch my buttocks. I was secretly delighted, but pretended not to notice, though I glanced over. Thankfully, it was a rather handsome college-aged boy. Although I didn't mind helping men ejaculate, I still hoped he was good-looking. I had no interest in something ugly; I only felt a sense of accomplishment when a handsome guy fell into depravity. So I decided to give him a little encouragement. Taking advantage of the car braking, I deliberately pressed my hips against his lower body. Sure enough, I felt he was already hard. I was so happy; it was also a confirmation of my own charm. After a while, his hand started touching my butt again, and I twisted and turned while actually matching his movements. He probably noticed this and began to move more boldly to the next step. He slowly lifted my skirt and touched my pantyhose. I could feel his surprise at this. Then, when he discovered that I wasn't wearing underwear, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and then I felt him take out his penis and press it against my leg.

Although I wanted to guide him myself, I decided to let him have his way for now. Finally, he inserted his penis between my legs, then slipped one hand under my clothes and began kneading my breasts. It was so stimulating. I felt a heat in my lower body, and my breasts were being stimulated; it felt so good. After a while, I felt his penis tremble, and my pantyhose became wet. I knew he had ejaculated. After he finished cleaning up, I turned to him and whispered in his ear, "It felt good, didn't it? It's okay, I'm happy I helped you ejaculate." Then I got off the train at my stop, and he followed. I knew he wanted to take things further. I clearly told him that the relationship he desired was impossible. However, I wouldn't object if it was just for fun on the bus. He was very happy to hear that.

For a long time afterward, he would time his rides to be on the same bus as me. We came up with an easy way: during that time, I wore skirts with zippers in the back, so whenever we played, I could just unzip the skirt and he could easily insert his penis between my legs. After each time, the semen on my inner thighs would make me very excited. Occasionally, we would arrange to go shopping on weekends, but it wasn't a romantic relationship; I just wanted some exciting experiences. He would buy me clothes and stockings, and I didn't ask for anything more. He would also treat me to meals or movies. When I had the chance, I would give him oral sex and drink his semen. He always said he wanted to marry me, but I told him it was impossible. I'm a lesbin, just playing around, I only enjoy making men ejaculate because of me.

Of course, I was also actively looking for people to play with at school. Our English teacher was a handsome young man who had just graduated from the foreign language institute. He often played basketball with us boys, and I knew he liked looking at my legs. So I thought maybe I'd have a chance to play with the teacher too.

One Friday afternoon, school ended early. I was the English class representative and went to the English teacher's office to help him grade papers. As usual, I wasn't wearing underwear, and because I was looking forward to new progress, I had changed out of the stockings I'd worn that morning, replacing them with more conspicuous black stockings. There were only the two of us in the office. I sat opposite the teacher with my back to the door. A moment later, I heard a faint zipper zipping sound, and I knew immediately that the teacher had quietly taken out his penis. I glanced over; the teacher wasn't sitting upright grading papers, but leaning back in his chair. I knew from this angle he could see my stockinged legs. So I deliberately kicked off one shoe, crossed my bare, stockinged leg, and swung it back and forth. I could see the teacher's left hand stroking his penis. To do such a thing in such a sacred place as the school, in front of his own student, without any regard for morality—I felt incredibly bold and excited, and at the same time, I was pleased with my own allure. The desk wasn't wide; if I straightened my crossed legs slightly, I was only a few centimeters away from the teacher's engorged glans.

Just when I felt the time was almost right, I casually straightened my leg. Sure enough, as expected, the teacher couldn't withstand such intense stimulation, and his semen gushed out. Large drops of milky white semen landed on my calf; it was impossible not to feel it. The teacher panicked. I could have pretended not to notice, but my goal today was to turn the teacher into my toy, so I immediately pulled my leg back, looked at it, and asked, "Teacher, what's going on?" The teacher blushed and stammered. I seized the opportunity and said, "Teacher, I've noticed you keep looking at my legs, why?" The teacher was still at a loss. I pressed on, "Do you like my stockinged legs?" "Yes," he finally answered. So I told him, "I like you too, teacher, but we can't do that. If you can promise not to touch me, and I can decide, I can play with you. But you have to love me well first." At first, the teacher couldn't believe it, but when he found out it was true, he was overjoyed. Impatient, he asked directly:

"Can I play with you again today?" So, after he locked the office door, I sat down next to him, took off my shoes, and put them in his lap. He excitedly kissed my feet, then pulled one of my feet to massage his penis. Because I had done this many times with my father before, I skillfully teased his penis. After a while, the teacher stood up, put my feet together, and began to thrust in and out, simulating a vagina. Finally, after a burst of intense friction, a stream of semen shot out from the glans between my legs. I knew he would ejaculate on me in that position, but I didn't avoid it. Because it wouldn't be too noticeable on my white coat, and I wanted the teacher to see this lewd scene to further stimulate his nerves. Then I deliberately squatted down in front of the teacher, and when he didn't expect it, I took his already limp penis into my mouth, grinning and saying, "You're done already? I want to play a little more!" The teacher immediately perked up again, and I felt his penis quickly grow bigger and harder in my mouth. So I started giving him oral sex, wanting to taste what his semen was like.

A few minutes later, the teacher ejaculated in my mouth. We cleaned up, ending our first time together.

After that, until the college entrance exam in my senior year of high school, I went to his place every Saturday afternoon for English tutoring. Although there were many other students tutoring with me, I got in for free. After each session, I would pretend to have questions and stay behind to help the teacher ejaculate once or twice. I usually wore clothes that were easy to take off. My teacher also liked women with stockings and beautiful legs. He liked to have me wear only pantyhose and then insert his penis into my inner thighs on the bed, thrusting in and out like during sex. Sometimes we also tried nipple play. By then, I was quite developed, and because my breasts were constantly massaged, I had reached a C-cup. The teacher would often ejaculate on my breasts and then smear his semen evenly on them.

Besides the teacher, I discovered that there were other people in my class who liked my stockings and beautiful legs and had inappropriate thoughts about me. He was in the same group next to me, sitting in the fourth row like me. I noticed that he always seemed to be looking at my legs intentionally or unintentionally. Since he was also good-looking and did well in his studies, I wanted to make him my toy.

One Friday after school, I went home and realized I had forgotten some textbooks at school, so I had to go back to get them. Fortunately, it wasn't far from home. I didn't go to the gatehouse to get the key; I wanted to see if I could just go in. Sometimes there were students studying in the classrooms, and the boys would play basketball until late. But that day was a bit gloomy and rainy, so there weren't many people in the building. When I got to the back door of the classroom, I looked through the window first. And that's when the real show began.

I saw him standing in front of my desk, holding my water bottle—one of those wide-mouthed, opaque juice bottles. And now, his penis was going in and out of the bottle opening. He was raping my bottle while calling my name. Finally, he ejaculated all over my bottle. I thought for a moment, then retreated to the stairwell, pretending to have just arrived. I knocked on the front door of the classroom and asked, "Is anyone home?" He opened the door, and when he saw it was me, his face immediately burned. I deliberately asked, "What's wrong? Why is your face so red?" He quickly said it was because he was too hot after playing ball. While chatting with him, I took out a book and then deliberately took out a water bottle to drink. He immediately became nervous and hesitated. Right in front of him, I drank the whole bottle, including the nutrients it had injected. He stared in disbelief. I deliberately said, "Why are you staring at me like that? Do you like me?" He stammered, unsure how to answer.

After that day, I deliberately left a pair of shoes and some stockings on the table at school to lure him in. Sure enough, soon after, he was always the last to go home. Needless to say, I always found some marks on my stockings the next day. Great! Finally, one Friday evening, I decided to catch him red-handed and force him to become my toy.

When it was just the two of us left, I pretended to go home, but secretly unlocked the back door. A few minutes later, I quietly went to the back door, and as expected, she had already begun: I saw her take out the long stockings I had left behind and slowly wrap them around his erect penis, one in each hand, kissing it vigorously while her other hand kept stroking it. I watched and touched my own genitals, enjoying the stimulation before me. When I felt it was about time, I suddenly pushed open the back door. He froze, and because of the stimulation, he ejaculated right in front of me, with my stockings on his penis and one in his hand.

I pretended to be very angry and asked him what he wanted. "I'm going to report him to the school and have him expelled!" He panicked when he heard that, not knowing what to do. After a period of silence, he begged me not to tell anyone, saying he would do anything I asked. I asked, "Okay, tell me why you did this." He immediately told me everything about his feelings for me, his fantasies about girls' beautiful legs, and his interest in stockings. After he finished speaking, I waved the MP3 player in my hand and told him that I had recorded it, and this was the evidence! He immediately felt despair. I seized the opportunity and said, "As long as you listen to me from now on and don't tell anyone, I'll do whatever I ask!" He hurriedly agreed.

So I said, "Take off your pants and sit on the ground!" He wanted to object, but seeing my eyes, he had no choice but to do as I said. I said, "Since you like it so much, I'll reward you." I took off one shoe and gently stepped on his penis with my foot, which was wearing cute pink stockings. He looked at me in surprise, and his penis quickly grew larger. My foot skillfully played with his lower body, and soon, he, who had no practical experience, ejaculated again, and my entire foot was covered in semen. He hurriedly said, "I'm sorry!"

I told him that I would punish him and force him to masturbate in front of me, but perhaps because of nervousness, he didn't ejaculate after half an hour. I got impatient and grabbed his penis from behind, using all my skills. Finally, after 2 minutes, he ejaculated. I thought that was enough, so I took off my stockings and gave them to him, ordering him to put them on his penis and not take them off even when we got home, except when he was showering.

After that, I would play with his penis almost every day after school, and I had to watch him ejaculate three times each time. However, I couldn't show him my lewd side, so I always used a foothole, which only showed that I enjoyed playing with men, or perhaps had some sadistic tendencies. He seemed to gradually develop masochistic tendencies as well; the more intense I made him, the more exciting it was for him. Later, we gradually changed it to twice a day, mainly because he lasted longer each time, and three times was too time-consuming. At the same time, every day I made him put my stockings on his penis and go home, and most nights before bed he would do it again, then wash and dry them and return them to me the next day. It was very exciting.

When we met again after graduation, without the constraints of school, I told him that as a reward for his performance over the past two years, I could give him oral sex and make him feel good. He was incredibly moved. That day, he specially booked a hotel room, and we spent the whole afternoon there. His penis went in and out of my mouth, and he ejaculated countless times, which I swallowed. When it was time to leave, he told me that he had always loved me. I clearly told him it was impossible and left. However, we still kept in touch on QQ afterwards. I learned that he had never had a girlfriend, apparently because many girls couldn't understand his foot fetish.

During my first summer break from high school, my younger brother stayed with me for a month. He's 176cm tall, likes working out but is rather introverted. He's also quite handsome, and when he was little, he'd said things like he wanted to marry me when he grew up. Although I'd always wanted to play with his penis, I knew that would only cause problems between relatives, so I couldn't be too obvious. After all, unlike my dad and me, no one would know behind closed doors. Besides, given my brother's personality, he wouldn't actively ask me to do fun things. So I came up with a plan: every day during the day, I would deliberately play games that required exercise with him or simply drag him running or swimming. This meant we'd have to shower. Every time we exercised, I wore sexy stockings, and I would shower first, leaving my underwear and stockings in a very conspicuous place in the bathroom to entice him. After showering, I would dress very lightly, sometimes even without a bra, just wearing a t-shirt and pacing around in front of him, making him unsure where to look. Then I would let him take a shower. The first two times were fine, but later I discovered he started masturbating with my underwear and stockings. However, he didn't dare ejaculate on them. A few days later, he went to shower as usual, but I had previously drawn the shower curtain, meaning he would have nowhere to hide if I went in. While he was halfway through his shower, I pretended to have a stomachache and asked him to open the door to use the bathroom. He couldn't resist my coaxing and had to open the door, but he was wrapped in a towel around his lower body, so his attempt failed. So I had to try another method. I deliberately forgot to bring my underwear and asked him to get it for me. I specifically chose a set of pink lace underwear to provoke this virgin. When he knocked on the door asking me to get it, I said I was drying my hair and asked him to come in and put it on the clothes rack.

But I didn't close the shower curtain! As soon as he came in, he saw my sexy figure and firm breasts, and his face turned bright red. I deliberately said coquettishly, "What are you looking at, you little pervert!" My brother immediately left. At other times, I didn't wear a bra at all; it wouldn't be right not to wear underwear, so I just let it go. Then I often deliberately exposed myself for my brother to see. I knew that my brother had to relieve himself several times a day in the bathroom using my clothes. Later, I told my father that I wanted to play with my brother's penis and taste his semen. My father agreed and bought me sleeping pills. One noon, I secretly added sleeping pills to my brother's lunch, and he fell asleep in no time. I twisted him hard, but there was no response. So I pulled down his pants, took out his penis, and started stroking it. I put some lubricant on my hand and kept playing with my little brother's penis. Soon his penis was proudly erect, about 15cm long, not bad. Then I started giving him oral sex until he ejaculated completely into my mouth, which tasted even fishier than my father's semen. Then, before he woke up, I greedily did it again.

But I also wanted him to take the initiative this time, so that he would always remember his sister and completely fall into the vortex of sex. So I asked my father to buy the kind of drug that can increase a man's libido, and added it to my little brother's milk at breakfast. My father went to work. He set up a video camera for me, preparing to watch it when he came back that night. To further arouse my younger brother's sexual desire and make him make a mistake, I deliberately wore a pink tight-fitting t-shirt that day, without a bra or underwear, just a white short skirt with pink fishnet stockings, looking extremely sexy. About an hour after breakfast, I noticed my brother's penis was starting to get erect. My stepfather had already gone to work, and I started to plan how my brother would release his pent-up desire. I wouldn't take him out today, so he wouldn't have to shower. I didn't want him to vent his desire on my clothes. I came up with a good game for my brother to play with me. The rules were that one person would be blindfolded, and the other would give him some objects. He would first try to identify them by touch with his feet. If he couldn't guess, he would use his hands, and if that didn't work, he would use his mouth. If he couldn't guess anything, he would lose. I had initially intended to suggest that the person who lost take off a piece of clothing, but I thought I shouldn't be too proactive to avoid arousing suspicion. I suggested it to my younger brother, but ultimately, he didn't have the courage. Finally, when it was my turn to guess, my feet, clad in pink fishnet stockings, touched a hot, hard penis. Although my eyes were blindfolded, I could imagine my brother's lewd posture. Having had experience with Facebook, my feet skillfully teased my brother's penis. He breathed heavily, enjoying it. I pretended not to know what it was, but continued to work on it with my feet.

Finally, my brother's penis gave out, and he said, "Try touching it with your hand," temporarily removing it from my feet. I knew he had ejaculated once. But my brother was young and the aphrodisiac was still in effect, so his penis hadn't gone down much. I felt him move his whole body next to me and pull my hand to his penis. I slowly stroked it with my hand. But because he was afraid of being found out, he didn't let my hand touch his testicles, so I couldn't play with his genitals any further. However, with the pre-ejaculate from his urethra as lubrication, and with my soft hands, I quickly felt him about to ejaculate again. My brother instinctively tried to pull away, but I held his penis firmly. While saying, "I'm about to guess," I quickened my movements, going all the way in with each thrust. Then his penis suddenly stiffened for a moment, and then started to throb. I took this opportunity to move closer. While saying, "Hands won't work, I'll try with my mouth," I took his still-ejaculating penis into my mouth and sucked on it continuously. Feeling it was about time, I innocently asked, "Was it a rubber tube with water added?" Now, whenever I think about it, I can't help but laugh. After saying that, I started to take off my blindfold, and my brother quickly pulled his still-throbbing penis back into his pants. That's how the morning ended. But this was somewhat of my own initiative. After

lunch, of course, I added aphrodisiacs to his food, and then I made an excuse to take a nap and went back to my room. However, I didn't close the door completely, leaving a crack. Then, as I turned over in my "sleep," my sexy, bare genitals were exposed. Sure enough, after pretending to knock, my brother came in. He pressed his head against my lower body, examining me closely. Then he gently touched my labia with his hand. He didn't penetrate me. That wouldn't satisfy his penis. My brother stood at the foot of the bed, positioned perfectly over my stockinged feet. He pressed his penis against my feet, rubbing it gently.

After a long while, my brother, emboldened, stood beside me. I knew from his scent and voice that his penis was right next to my face. He whispered, "Sister, you're so beautiful, so sexy, I love you so much," while masturbating in front of my pretty face. Finally, this time he boldly ejaculated directly onto my face. Now, I couldn't wake up now. My face felt covered in slippery semen. A little while later, my brother brought me a warm towel and gently wiped me off. He was quite gentle. So I decided it was about time to get up. I pretended to be about to wake up, and my brother slipped out of my room. But he didn't seem to have enough, so I deliberately said, "Go get me a glass of milk." Through my bedroom door, I could see into the kitchen, and sure enough, my brother agreed, ejaculating again into my glass, then mixing the semen with the milk. When he brought it to me, I was overjoyed. My brother finally knew how to defile the girl he liked. I drank every last drop of the milk and his semen in front of him, even saying it tasted good.

For the last two days, my brother tried everything to get me to drink his semen a few more times, and each time I pretended to be oblivious and accepted it all. I even teased him, saying, "Am I pretty? Would you like me to be your wife?" Every time I said that, my brother would blush. Later I found out that after that summer, he really fell in love with me and lost interest in other girls. Once, I went to his house by chance, and when he wasn't there, I secretly read his diary. It was full of his longing and affection for me, and many sexual fantasies about me. I was so happy. Of course, after that, whenever he had the chance, he would try to get me to drink his semen or ejaculate on my clothes. Okay, that's the end of my brother's story for now.

I mentioned the college student I met on the bus earlier; we only hung out for a year before he graduated and went to another city. We lost contact. But unexpectedly, what we did on the bus was seen by a group of middle school boys. There were four of them. I didn't know at first, but the result wasn't bad.

By then, the college student had been gone for a while. The four of them had probably observed for a long time and, feeling there wouldn't be any problems, they made their move. One Saturday, although school was closed, I usually went to the library. Actually, I'm a good student; I dedicate large blocks of time to studying. At home, I sometimes think about sex, but I can concentrate well in the library. Okay, back to the previous topic. I took the bus to the library as usual. Traffic is always congested at this time, so I wasn't in a hurry. When I realized what was happening, I was surrounded by four middle school boys. All four were quite good-looking, so I felt a psychological advantage; letting them play with me was acceptable. The one facing me started to say, "Um, sister..." I deliberately interrupted, "What's up, handsome young man?" They both immediately blushed. Now my psychological advantage was even more obvious.

However, it was my first time playing with a group of people, and I felt a little excited and my heart was pounding. I continued to provoke them further, "So, what's the matter that you wanted to chat me up?" After they stammered for a while, I realized they had seen me playing with that college student in the car. So I pretended not to know and asked, "What game?" They hesitated for a while before finally saying, "It's that one where you play with a penis..." So I asked directly, "You guys want to play too?" Immediately, all four of them fell silent. I deliberately said, "Oh, you don't want to play? Never mind then, I was actually thinking of playing a little." Hearing this, they quickly said, "No, no, we want to play, but we don't know how to say it, this..." I watched the four big boys blushing and laughed my head off. So I said, "Just imitate whatever you see, okay? Don't be too nervous." (I know that if you're nervous, you won't get an erection, and that won't be fun.) So the four of them slowly started to move. I think men might have psychological barriers to playing sex games in front of others, but they were too shy to approach me alone, so I took the initiative. I reached down to the boy's crotch and found the zipper on his jeans. I unzipped them, and he seemed hesitant, but his eyes held a longing look. I tried to pull out his penis, but with his pants on and him fully erect, it took me a while to get it out.

I stroked it up and down, rubbing the head against my skirt. The other three finally let go and pulled out their penises. The one behind me pressed his penis against my buttocks and rubbed it hard, while the others on either side pressed against my body. One of them boldly pulled my other hand to his penis. I smiled slightly at him, and he blushed.

Being pressed so tightly against me gave me a strange pleasure. However, being inexperienced, they soon ejaculated, all over my skirt. That day I was wearing a blue midi skirt, which made it quite noticeable. One of the boys was rather attentive and quickly took out a napkin to wipe it for me. The others saw this and hurriedly followed suit, and although the marks were still visible, it was much better. Afterwards, perhaps feeling guilty, they decided to get off the bus. Before getting off, the more attentive boy leaned close to my ear and said, "I'm sorry, thank you." I was quite touched and suddenly felt obligated to help those boys who couldn't find a place to ejaculate, to give them a pleasant memory of their adolescence, and that I could lend them my body.

After that, until I went to university, I would occasionally run into them on the bus. It wasn't always all four of them together, but we always had a good time. They even invited me to their house, but I didn't agree. I wouldn't be raped on the bus, but that might not be the case at home. I also told them I was still a virgin, which surprised them. So I explained my thinking to them, telling them I didn't mind having casual sex with guys, except for sex related to virginity. Other than that, it wasn't considered intercourse, so I would still maintain my chastity. Furthermore, my future partner would be a woman like me; I'm a lesbian. I can have fun with guys, but I can't lose what's important to me. Some understood, some didn't, and some thought I was pretending to be innocent, but I didn't care. I even enjoyed seeing guys ejaculate because of me, yet feel frustrated and frantic because they couldn't actually have my body—that gave me a great sense of accomplishment.

My college entrance exams went smoothly, and I got into a good prestigious university. Because I grew up in a family of doctors, I studied biology, a related field. My dad and I planned to celebrate. When he asked how we wanted to celebrate, I told him I wanted to take a bath with semen. But we both knew that what Dad ejaculated alone wasn't enough; we needed to find someone else. Dad didn't know what to do, so I said I had a few friends who could help. Upon hearing this, Dad's face immediately changed, and he asked what was going on.

So I told him about what happened with the teacher and in the car. At the same time, I told him that I hadn't lost my virginity; I was just playing around. Dad was still very suspicious. I had no choice but to take off the only thing I was wearing—pink lace pantyhose—spread my legs on the sofa, and use my hands to open my labia, saying, "Dad, can you check me?" Dad carefully checked me with his hands, and indeed, my hymen was intact. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. My penis ached from his touch, and seeing it also hardening, an idea suddenly popped into my head. I said, "How about Dad, you put your penis in a little more? Ejaculate outside my hymen, that way you'll have all of me, okay?" Dad thought for a moment, then walked towards me with his penis. He said he'd blow on me first.

So I masturbated while giving Dad oral sex, and when it was almost time, Dad pulled out his penis, put my legs on his shoulders, guided his penis to my vagina, and gently inserted it. When we felt it reach my hymen, he stopped and then gently thrust in and out. My labia felt so good from the friction, and I was wet. Soon I reached orgasm, and Dad ejaculated at that moment, his semen flowing from my vagina. Dad immediately brought out the camera, and I cooperated, capturing some nice memories. Then Dad and I planned a semen bath extravaganza.

Dad pretended to be an office worker I knew, to avoid gossip and to prevent them from raping me. We had booked a hotel room beforehand. I told my English teacher I wanted to bathe in semen and asked if he would help me, mentioning I knew a few students who could come along. He hesitated for a moment, uncomfortable doing this in front of others, but ultimately succumbed to temptation and agreed. Then I found those four middle school students; they were used to doing this in front of others and readily agreed. I felt it might still not be enough, but I couldn't find anyone else, so my first thought was to buy aphrodisiacs. Dad, of course, didn't need to take it; he needed to stay rational, and his health was important too. As for the others, Dad and I discussed it and decided on a triple dose. Everything was arranged, and a wonderful night was about to begin.

It was a Saturday afternoon at 6 pm, and everyone met in the hotel room. At first, everyone seemed a little awkward, but they gradually started chatting. To tease them, I deliberately asked them to talk about how each of them started their relationship with me as sex partners. At first, everyone was silent, but after I forced the English teacher to start, everyone gradually opened up, and Dad even made up a story. Dad and I had secretly added a triple dose of aphrodisiac to their drinks.

So I said, "Let's begin. Everyone take off your clothes and compare whose penis is the biggest. The biggest one can be the first to ejaculate in my mouth." Upon hearing this, the men were all eager to try. Of course, I knew that the largest was my father's. The English teacher's was tied for last place with a junior high student, which made him quite embarrassed. I also slowly began to take off my clothes, leaving only a pair of black lace fishnet stockings to arouse their lust. Then we went to the bathroom. I got into the bathtub and sat on the specially prepared small stool, so that my face was about the same height as their penises. So I started to take my father's penis into my mouth, and then I held one penis in each hand and stroked it. Then I gestured to the other three that I had put my underwear and socks that I had changed out of this week in a basin next to me. They could use them to play with their penises if they liked, or they could surround me, it was up to them. Sure enough, the English teacher immediately took out my stockings and wrapped them around his penis, then started stroking it. A middle school student used my underwear and bra. Another one walked behind me and pressed his penis against my head, neck, and back. I told them to let me know if they wanted to ejaculate, and I would decide where to ejaculate.

Although Dad was the most intensely stimulated, he was also the most experienced, so he wasn't the first to ejaculate. The first was a middle school student who said, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum." So I spat out Dad's penis from my mouth, faced him, and aimed his glans at my chest. A powerful stream of semen shot straight onto my chest. After he finished, I immediately smeared it with my hand, making sure as much skin as possible came into contact with the semen. Then I said to him, "Good, keep it up." After that, I continued to hold Dad's penis in my mouth. Finally, Dad ejaculated in my mouth. I rinsed my mouth with Dad's semen, then spat it out and held it in my hand, using it to wash my genitals in front of everyone. The others, seeing this, became even more sexually aroused. I turned around and gave oral sex to the person behind me, while the one who had been masturbating earlier ejaculated on my face. While I was swallowing their penises, I smeared the semen evenly on my face with my hands. Then the guy giving me oral sex was about to ejaculate, so I let him ejaculate on my back and spread it out for me. The English teacher deliberately held back, trying to save face, I think, even though no one else was paying attention, they were all busy having sex with me. After that, I used both my hands and mouth, and occasionally gave them a footjob so that the semen would be ejaculated on my feet and legs. They were also fighting hard under the influence of the aphrodisiac, and my body, face, and hair were covered in semen. I didn't even have time to wipe it off with my hands, it was so stimulating, seeing so many penises surrounding me, it felt a different kind of excitement and stimulation.

After three hours, everyone except Dad had ejaculated about eight times. We were all at our limit; I was covered in semen from head to toe. Watching their penises finally soften, I had them surround me and urinate on me. It was like rinsing off after showering. They found it exciting, especially since I had kept reminding those resting to drink water, and everyone felt like they needed to pee. So, all five of us together, hot urine pouring down on me, covering my entire body. I opened my mouth wide and took a sip; it didn't smell too strong. So exciting! Afterwards, everyone showered, and seeing it was almost 11 pm, we all went home. Dad and I stayed the last night, and also put away the camera we had set up in the bathroom. The video I filmed can be kept as a souvenir.

University life has finally begun. The dorm conditions are pretty good; a four-person room with bunk beds, built-in cabinets and desks underneath, and a balcony on the second floor. Later, I found a girl who, like me, liked stockings to be my lover. However, this is about me toying with boys, so I won't talk about my relationship.

University life is depressing for boys, especially those who can't find girlfriends. So many people with nowhere to vent their desires start engaging in all sorts of lewd behavior, which enriched my life. Someone posted on the school forum that a boy was seen exposing his penis to a girl in a certain teaching building. So I started going to that building to study, hoping to bump into him by chance. The school's boys' restroom was poorly designed; the door, which was never closed, faced the corridor, and the urinals were completely exposed. Of course, the boys usually relieved themselves in the stalls, so it wasn't a big deal. One day, as I was walking down the corridor, I vaguely saw a boy go into a stall, but I didn't pay much attention. Just before the corner near the restroom door, he suddenly came out of a stall, deliberately facing me and stroking his erect penis! I knew I'd encountered the exhibitionist. I was delighted, and although I pretended to leave casually, I remembered his face.

After about a month of observation, I basically understood his behavior. To prevent him from negatively influencing other female students, I decided to lure him into relieving himself on me. He frequently sexually harassed girls reading or making phone calls in the stairwell of the central teaching building. He would pretend to walk past them or go down the stairs, then ejaculate on them from behind. This mainly happened on Saturdays and Sundays between 9 and 10 pm, and other afternoons. However, it seemed he only ejaculated once a day. So every Saturday and Sunday I would go there and wait, always wearing a short skirt and very provocative stockings. Of course, to avoid being recognized, I would go to the teaching building first and change my stockings in the restroom. Then I would stand by the window in the stairwell, facing out the window, pretending to read or make a phone call. I would slightly stick out my buttocks so that from behind, people could see my underwear under my short skirt, which, combined with the black or red sexy stockings, was used to stimulate his lust.

Sure enough, he took the bait the first time. I heard him come downstairs, and then he went up and down a few more times. I deliberately arched my ample buttocks even more. Finally, I felt a surge of heat in my thighs and calves—he ejaculated. I watched him pass by, one hand still on his crotch. I took another look at his face as he turned the corner of the stairs. I took off my stockings and found him still lingering in the stairwell. So I placed the semen-soaked stockings on the windowsill and left. I trusted he wouldn't miss this gift. Later,

I discovered that if I sat on the stairs, he would ejaculate on my back. So, whenever I wanted him to do that, I always wore a jacket so I could cover myself after he ejaculated. After some time, he started ejaculating on my head. Each time, I pretended to be checking the ceiling for dripping water, giving him an excuse to come back another time. I was also happy to know that no more girls were being harassed on the forum; he was finally slowly becoming addicted to simply releasing his pent-up desires on me, which allowed me to control him.

It wasn't just the hallways that had interesting incidents; something noteworthy also happened in the classroom. One summer morning, I was studying alone in Building 2, working on a paper, when he appeared. He probably checked every classroom and, finding this opportunity, switched to mine. I wondered what he would do in this situation, so after a while, I lay down and pretended to sleep, but all my attention was focused on him. I felt him sitting diagonally behind me, and he started masturbating in front of me. After a while, he probably thought he was done, so he stood up, walked past me, and went outside the classroom to check if anyone else was there. Then he went back to his seat, but instead of sitting down, he slowly moved closer to me until he was right next to me. Even with my eyes buried in my arms, I could see his legs. He ejaculated behind me, lasting about half a minute. Because it was summer, I was wearing a green silk top, so the semen was very noticeable.

I thought it was over, but no sooner had he left than a boy who was studying came in and sat right behind me! Now he saw all the semen on my back. He was kind enough to point out that there was water on my back, but I think he was just too embarrassed to say it directly. I pretended to thank him and went to the restroom to clean up.

Then there was the library. I'd noticed him pretending to walk behind girls who were reading near the bookshelves and ejaculating on their genitals. Sometimes he would even expose his penis to girls through the bookshelves. Since I often studied in the library, whenever I saw him go deep into the bookshelves, I would follow him and squat down in a secluded spot to pick out books. He never disappointed me. Maybe he was used to me in the hallway; he wasn't as careful as he was with other girls. He would either masturbate directly through the bookshelves for me to see, or ejaculate as he walked behind me. Then I would clean up his tracks by myself.

Gradually, he became increasingly brazen in front of me. He would often masturbate with his penis exposed in front of me when I reached the stairwell, sometimes even wearing the stockings I had left over from that day! I would usually pretend not to care and walk past him, then find a place to wait for him to come up and ejaculate. Finally, one day, he stopped approaching me from behind as before, and instead came upstairs from below, directly pulling out his penis and masturbating in front of me! Before I could react, a stream of hot semen shot onto my face!

He seemed to have something to say and didn't leave as he had before. After a while, he said, "Can you play with me? I mean, actually, I'm against men playing with women. I hope you can play with me, treat me like a toy. Is that okay?" I'd never heard of such a theory before, but I thought it was pretty good. In front of him, I ate the semen he'd ejaculated on my face and told him I could, but he had to be loyal to me alone and not do this to other girls. He agreed, and in fact, he kept his promise until I graduated.

I gave him my phone number and class schedule, telling him to text me if he needed anything else, and I would tell him where I was so he could come find me and I could help him release his pent-up desires. I also stipulated that he had to wear my stockings with his penis and testicles on them every day. Every night I would give him the stockings I had worn, he would wear them for the next day, then wash them and return them to me. The first week was like heaven; he came to see me three times a day. Because it was school, we mostly just did oral sex; we did it in the stairwell, the study room, and the library. He often bought me delicious food, but he also frequently ejaculated on the food and made me eat it, though I didn't mind. He loved my beautiful legs in stockings, always smelling and licking them, and he liked to ejaculate in my shoes, saying it would keep my feet healthy.

University life offered me a lot of free time, and I planned to find a job, mainly to gain social experience. Like many university students, I found a tutoring job teaching English. When looking at job postings, I intentionally chose positions for high school boys who lived far from the school. After selecting and contacting an agency, I finalized a plan, and our first meeting was in early April. After

one or two meetings, I realized the high school student was the type often called an "otaku"—someone who loved anime and games; naturally, such people didn't have much luck with girls. Although he was quite fair-skinned, he mostly stayed home outside of school, didn't socialize much, and spent his time playing games and computer games alone. When I visited his room, I noticed many posters and models of cute girls. I paid attention to the captions and searched online, finding many related to pornographic games. Looks like something interesting.

To find out what kind of things boys like him watch, I downloaded a pornographic game—I forgot the name. I found it quite enjoyable, since I've always liked girls, and it satisfied my sexual fantasies about women. Later, my wife and I also downloaded lesbian-themed games and simulated sex. Okay, back to the topic. During a tutoring session, I decided to dress somewhat like a character from one of these games to see his reaction. I chose a character whose attire was similar to that of an ordinary person. I styled my long black hair into two ponytails, wore a red t-shirt, a black skirt, black mid-calf socks, and black leather shoes. I thought I looked quite convincing, and then I went to his house.

His father often works overtime on Saturdays, so when I arrived at his house at 1 p.m., he was the only one there. Sure enough, when he saw my outfit, his eyes lit up, but he rationally suppressed his urges. The room was air-conditioned, and the temperature was comfortable. He was only wearing a thin pair of trousers, so when his penis became erect because of me, it was very noticeable. I pretended not to notice and started lecturing as usual. He seemed distracted, so I deliberately asked, "What's wrong? Is there something you need to do? You don't seem to want to study today?" He lied and said he had slept too late the night before and was too tired. I asked, "So what do you do at night?" He said, "Play games." I pretended to be interested and asked, "What games? I want to play too." I knew what kind of game he meant from his hesitation. Two hours passed, and I finished explaining today's content. I decided to tease him a little more.

I casually asked him about his father working overtime on weekends. He told me his father was an architect, very busy, and sometimes he wouldn't be home for a week when there were projects. He wouldn't be back until evening tonight either. So I said, "I'm a little tired, can I sleep here for a while before going back?" He happily agreed, and I knew he had some wicked thoughts.

So I pretended to fall asleep on the table. After a while, I heard him come up behind me and quietly call my name. When there was no response, he moved closer. I continued to wait. Seeing that I was really asleep, he crawled under the table. I had deliberately spread my legs before, so now my skirt was completely exposed. Today, to provoke him, I wore pink lace panties, so he could see my vulva directly. Sure enough, his breathing became heavy. After a while, I heard the sound of a digital camera; it was taking pictures of my private parts. I became even more excited. After taking a few more pictures, he crawled out from under the table, walked to my side, and gently touched me. Seeing that I didn't react, he unzipped his pants and took out his penis. Because my face was buried, I couldn't see his penis; I could only tell he was behind me on my right by his feet. This scene reminded me of that time in college. "Good bro, cum."

After a while, he ejaculated, but not on me; he ejaculated into his hand. I woke up just as he went to wash his hands. "That's all for today," I thought, and went home.

Soon after, it was time for tutoring again. This time, I wore a low-cut white bodysuit and deliberately went braless, just to give him another strong impact. Once inside his house, after taking off my coat, my firm nipples and cleavage were clearly visible. Sure enough, his gaze never left my chest. During tutoring, I deliberately sat close to him, rubbing my breasts against his arm. Soon he couldn't take it anymore, and his breathing became noticeably rapid. A while later, I deliberately knocked over my water glass, spilling water on my chest, making my clothes transparent, but I still pressed myself against him while lecturing.

Seeing that the time was right, I deliberately knocked the pen under the table and then bent down to pick it up. I was wearing a very short skirt that day and no underwear. Before bending over, I slightly lifted the skirt, completely exposing my genitals to him! He immediately lost control, grabbing me from behind and pressing his face against my genitals, saying, "Sister, I like you so much, I can't take it anymore!" I deliberately asked, "What can't you take it anymore?" He started rambling incoherently: "Sister, you're so sexy! I've seen your breasts, your private parts, I can't take it anymore, I want to make love to you!" I pretended not to hear him clearly: "What do you want to do?" He said, "Um, I want to make love to you." "Are you still a child?" He immediately said, "No, no, I'm an adult." I laughed and said, "How are you an adult? Let me see."

He stammered for a while, then suddenly pulled down his pants. To my surprise, his penis was very large, already proudly erect. I roughly estimated it to be about 18cm. I immediately became excited; I had never played with such a large penis before.

I reached out and grasped his already erect penis, saying, "What do you want to do with me? I have someone I like, so I can't let you penetrate me." He seemed flustered, and I seized the opportunity to say, "But other things are okay!" Before he could react, I kissed below the glans, instantly making his glans swell and turn bright red, and his penis grew even thicker. I asked, "How do you want me to help you?" He wanted me to give him oral sex, which was exactly what I wanted. I used all my skills, and in less than five minutes, he ejaculated into my mouth, which I swallowed entirely. His semen was rather thin, perhaps due to frequent masturbation. After the oral sex, he wanted to do it again. I knew that these boys, because it was their first sexual experience, would be particularly excited and could ejaculate several times in a row, so I asked him what he wanted this time. He still held a sliver of hope and asked if I could have sex with him. I firmly refused again, suggesting instead that I give him a blowjob instead, which he reluctantly agreed to. I took off my tight-fitting clothes, grasped his penis, and sandwiched it between my breasts, massaging it like the AV actresses I'd seen before, occasionally rubbing it against my nipples. Soon after, he ejaculated again, this time on my chest. I slowly spread his semen on my breasts; it was so stimulating.

He wanted more afterward, so I decided to do it this way. I told him he could ejaculate all over my body instead of having sex, which he found intriguing and agreed to. So we worked together, and he ejaculated on my face, back, abdomen, thighs, calves, and feet. The last time, on my stockinged feet, his penis only caused me pain. But at least I fulfilled his long-held wish, and I was happy I could do it.

As I was leaving, I asked him, "Do you think I'm a slutty woman?" He said no. I said, "Then I'll reward you. As long as you listen to me, I can play with you every time." So, for the next year and a half of university, I had a toy every weekend. He even ordered anime character costumes for me, so I could wear them while we played, which was always very exciting.

My professional studies have given me a deeper understanding of the male and female bodies. Through reading various books and online resources, I've also learned that besides nocturnal emission and active ejaculation, men can also ejaculate through spontaneous emission, which is also a form of seminal emission, but occurs while the person is conscious. I wanted to experience this myself. However, this presented a problem. I couldn't choose someone I knew well; they were already familiar with my body, and mere teasing wouldn't be enough to induce ejaculation. Unfamiliar people were also unsuitable; I didn't know what they might do, and if they didn't cooperate, they might masturbate, which would ruin the experience. Therefore, I spent a considerable amount of time choosing a partner.

Finally, I decided to select a very timid and weak-willed man, who, of course, had to be very handsome—that would meet my criteria. Of course, I knew that actively seeking him out was futile; it was all about luck. So I just kept an eye out for him without actively looking for him. But the opportunity still came. At a friend's birthday party, my target appeared. He was from my friend's forum. Because it was a forum event, everyone wasn't very familiar with each other, which didn't pose any problem for me. He was quite handsome, and I later learned that he had mild autism and was usually alone. He was exactly my ideal type, and I decided I had to make him succumb to my charms.

So, during dinner, I casually sat next to him, chatted a bit, exchanged contact information, and that was our first encounter. After that, we chatted online. I discovered that although he was a rather introverted person in real life, he was very active online and dared to say almost anything, which made things easier. I slowly steered the conversation towards feelings, and after a few more chats, the topic shifted to sex. He said he knew about all kinds of sexual techniques, and I pretended to be curious and asked him what they were. He then listed a long list, mostly from AVs, but AVs don't have something called "slipping," so I asked, "Do you know there's a method of ejaculation called slipping?" Sure enough, he didn't know. After I explained, he said that worked too, and he didn't believe me. So I asked, "Want to try it?" He said, "How?" I said, "Only you can try it. I'll figure out a way to excite you, okay?" He thought I was joking and agreed. So I told him to meet me at a hotel not far from school this Saturday. In fact, until we met, he thought I was joking.

The day finally arrived, and I had brought a lot of sexy stockings, lingerie, and other things in my bag. We met at the agreed-upon hotel entrance. He thought I had something else to discuss with him and was going somewhere else. When I actually took him to the room, he started to panic.

I told him that it was just to test the possibility of this, and if he performed well, I could provide some extra services. He finally agreed. So, just to be on the safe side, the main thing was to prevent him from masturbating. Because I knew that when lust is high, even a quick stroke or two could lead to ejaculation, and once you've ejaculated, it's very difficult to have a nocturnal emission. So I tied him, completely naked, to the bed with stockings, leaving only his erect penis free to move. Then I started taking off my clothes, until I was only wearing stockings.

I started saying some provocative things and asked him what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to show him my genitals, so I straddled his chest, my genitals facing his face, and I parted my labia myself. As he watched, his breathing became heavier, and I noticed his penis was even more engorged. Later, he wanted me to masturbate in front of him, so I kept touching myself in front of him, arousing his nerves, and constantly changing the sexy lingerie and stockings I had brought. After more than an hour of effort, with his cry of "I'm going to cum!" his penis, which I hadn't touched, began to throb and ejaculate. The experiment was a success!

I deliberately licked up his semen and then started getting dressed. I didn't untie him because I was afraid he might still be unaware of the arousal and rape me, which would be a loss for me. After getting dressed, I poured some water. We both rested for a while and calmed down. Then I told him that I was happy the experiment was successful and asked him what reward he wanted. He said anything was fine, but he hoped I would give him some worn underwear, stockings, etc., so I gave him everything I had brought. Then, still tied to the bed, I gave him oral sex again before I felt safe enough to untie him.

After he finished getting ready, I suddenly had a whimsical idea. I asked him if he wanted the hotel staff to see his penis, to see him ejaculate while I lay on the bed—it would be exciting! He said yes. So I told him my plan. I called the front desk and ordered food to be delivered. Then I unlocked the door. I lay down near the door, with his legs spread and his knees on either side of my body, so his penis was right in front of me. I gave him oral sex until he could ejaculate anytime, anywhere. Soon there was a knock on the door, and a sweet female voice told us the food had been delivered. I said the door was open, please come in, and then quickly started stroking his penis. The waitress walked in and immediately saw this shameful scene, and panicked. He took advantage of this moment and ejaculated all over my face in front of the waitress.

The waitress was startled, so I quickly got up and took the tray from her, gesturing for him to go to the restroom while comforting her. She was a migrant worker from the countryside, not so open-minded. It took me a while to calm her down. But it was really exciting. It was also my first time playing sex games with a man in front of another girl, so it was a pretty good experience for me.

After the ejaculation experiment, the boy and I didn't have any further interaction; after all, it was just a game.

Throughout my university life, I never lacked opportunities to play with men, basically letting them ejaculate several times a week. Of course, when I went home for holidays, it was my father's sex paradise. During the day, I sometimes played with my high school teachers, and I would sometimes go out with the boys I met on the bus and some of their friends, mainly for sex games. However, what I'm very proud of is that, compared to those promiscuous female classmates in college who lost their virginity early, I am still a virgin. I can say I'm infinitely purer than those people.

After graduation, because of my good grades, I went abroad to study and lived with my mother. I have no interest in white, black, or any other race, and my new school doesn't have any good Asian male targets yet, so my story is temporarily over. But now I have my new girlfriend with me, and I'm just as happy.

I'm a girl who likes wearing stockings, and seeing so many men like stockings and beautiful legs, I wanted to share my story with everyone. Maybe after reading this you'll think I'm a slut, but I don't care. I'm still a virgin. I'm attracted to girls, and I'd like to find a girl who likes stockings to be my partner. As for men, I just enjoy playing with their penises and watching them ejaculate because of me; it gives me a feeling similar to a successful prank, and it makes me very happy.

You might think my descriptions of sex in this article are too simplistic, but after all, I'm not writing a novel, just recounting my own story. It's impossible to specifically recall and describe the details; the main point is to write my story, and you can imagine the specific details yourself.

My mother went abroad to work when I was in elementary school, only returning home for a short period each year. My father is a doctor; he has a good personality and is very devoted, so there was no risk of our family breaking up. This created a very good living environment for me. I have my own room, which is beautifully decorated. My mother always brings me back lots of pretty clothes from abroad, especially stockings. So I've loved the close-fitting feel of stockings since I was little.

When I was in kindergarten, the boys' and girls' toilets weren't separated. So when I went to the toilet, I often saw boys using it too. I was always bothered by the fact that their genitals were different from mine. But when there were many people around, I didn't dare ask. One time, it was my turn to clean with a boy. After school in the afternoon, the teacher had something to do and told us to clean up on our own. There was no one else around. I saw him go to the toilet and followed him. When he started urinating, I stood next to him watching; he seemed a little shy. I asked if I could touch it. He said yes. So, after he finished urinating, I touched his penis. I felt it was a little hard. It was quite funny. But that was all at the time. Later, in elementary school, the boys' and girls' toilets were separated, and I was too afraid to go to the boys' toilet. So I didn't really practice anything related to sex during elementary school. However, computers started becoming available then, and my parents bought one for our home. Our generation is naturally good with computers, and soon, although my dad didn't know, I had found many pornographic websites. But I still loved studying in elementary school and got into a good middle school.

My sexual happiness started by chance, in my second year of middle school. One day during PE class, I accidentally sprained my arm. That evening, I told my dad I wanted him to help me take a bath. My dad didn't seem to notice anything particularly wrong. Because it was summer, my dad was only wearing beach shorts, shirtless, as he bathed me. While washing me, Dad naturally applied shower gel, which gave him the opportunity to knead my already developed breasts. I also asked him to wash my lower body, and after a while, I noticed a bulge in his shorts. So I asked, "Dad, what's in your pants?" Dad smiled awkwardly and said nothing. I persisted, telling him to let me see. Dad absolutely refused. I cried and fussed. Finally, Dad had no choice but to tell me, "You can't tell anyone!" I agreed. Then Dad took off his pants. I saw an erect penis for the first time. Dad told me some things about male sex. I asked Dad, "Can I touch it?" Dad initially disagreed, but I knew that seeing my beautiful naked body, he couldn't possibly be completely uninterested. Finally, he agreed.

I reached out and grasped my father's penis. I slowly stroked it up and down. My father took a deep breath, seeming to enjoy it. But after a short while, he regained his senses and rationally said it was enough. Of course, I wasn't going to let this hard-won opportunity slip by, so I vigorously rubbed his penis. Then I heard him say he couldn't anymore, and his body jerked backward. I clearly saw a stream of white liquid spurt from his glans, splashing onto my face and body. It was my first time experiencing a man's semen; it had a faint fishy smell, but I didn't dislike it. My father kept apologizing. He quickly put on his pants, helped me shower, dry me off, and dressed me. For the next few days, my father was always very embarrassed around me.

I didn't want things to continue like this. So I used the computer at home to search for a lot of information about sex online. The more I read, the more I found men's penises really interesting. However, I also began to discover that I am a lesbian. Of course, this self-narration mainly talks about how to manipulate men, so I won't write about my girlfriend. As my understanding of sex deepened, I realized why my stockings sometimes had white spots. It turned out to be traces left by my father's semen when he masturbated with my stockings. I also observed my father discreetly for a while. I discovered that often after I showered, my father would masturbate with my stockings and underwear while showering. This excited me greatly. Every night, I would constantly think about these lewd images and my father's penis. However, I didn't know how to masturbate back then. Finally, one evening after my father finished showering, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and took out my stockings before he put his clothes in the washing machine. Sure enough, there were still traces and smells of semen on them. I went to the living room, where my father was. When he saw what I was holding, he shuddered. I got straight to the point.

Finally, my father admitted that he had been using my clothes to fantasize about my body and masturbate, releasing his unfulfilled desires. I gently told him that I understood him. He apologized a lot. I told him not to feel guilty, that it was a normal phenomenon for men. Then I asked, "Can I comfort your desires in place of Mom?" My father was shocked and immediately and firmly objected.

Actually, I know that the reason Mom can go out without worry is because Dad is a principled person and wouldn't do anything reckless. I like that about him too. So I went further and told him that I actually have a very strong sexual curiosity, and if possible, I'd like to learn about sex while engaging in sexual games. If I can't find a suitable place to release my pent-up desires, I might play with other boys. Dad panicked and didn't know what to do. So I said, "How about this, I'll help you ejaculate every day, and you let me play with your penis and teach me about sex, okay?" I told him I had a bottom line and wouldn't agree to him taking my virginity; we could use my hand or other methods. I also hoped Dad could guide me. Finally, Dad agreed to try it out for now.

I was so happy and said, "Let's do it now!" Besides, Dad's genitals were already erect and waiting for me. That night was my first time performing oral sex. Because I said I wanted to try something different, my dad had no choice but to teach me how. Although I had seen it online before, I still thought it was quite fun. I felt so excited as my dad's penis went in and out of my mouth. After a while, I spat out my dad's penis and asked, "Can you ejaculate in my mouth this time? I want to taste the flavor of semen." My dad hugged me tightly and said, "I love you so much, my good daughter. I'll satisfy whatever you want." So I took my dad's penis into my mouth again and started stroking it. Finally, I felt his glans swell up again, and then a slippery, slightly salty liquid entered my mouth. I spat out his penis, smacked my lips, and swallowed the semen in front of my father. Although it didn't taste good, for some reason, I didn't dislike it at all.

For the next week, my father and I kept changing methods. Every morning, he made me ejaculate for him before he got up for work. He also gave me the websites on his computer. In my free time, I browsed all sorts of pornographic websites and downloaded some AVs to watch. I really envied those AV actresses; they could play with so many people and make so many men ejaculate because of them. At night, I couldn't wait to play with my father's penis again, trying all sorts of sexual things.

A week later, my father and I talked again. He lowered his previous boundaries and agreed to guide me in sexual matters. I told him I was willing to try anything as long as he didn't penetrate my vagina or cause any harm to my body through SM. At the same time, my dad and I decided to basically not wear clothes at home. I only wore pantyhose or stockings, which was what my dad wanted. He told me he had a foot and stocking fetish, and that women's stockings were a part of his growth. Also, whenever we had a good idea, we would record it on video as a keepsake.

During this time, I slept in the same bed as my dad. Every morning, he would wait until I sucked his penis and ejaculated in my mouth before getting up, and then he would urinate in my mouth. He would also drink the urine I had stored up overnight, pressing his mouth against my genitals. I realized this was a way for men to declare their possession of women. Then we would eat breakfast and go to work or school separately. When I got home that night, I couldn't wait to take off all my clothes, leaving only my stockings. When Dad came home, he took off all his clothes, his big penis dangling in front of me. After we finished eating, when I went to wash the dishes, Dad would usually be behind me, rubbing his penis against my stockinged buttocks or thighs, massaging my breasts and clitoris. Then we would shower together. During this time, he would massage my breasts and face with his penis, and I would help him wash his genitals. Sometimes Dad couldn't help but ejaculate, and I would use that semen to wash my hair. Dad would also use his hands or mouth to help me achieve a more pleasurable feeling. Then we would go back to our respective rooms. I would do my homework, and Dad would do other things. Then we would fall asleep embracing, with Dad placing his penis between my legs or wearing my stockings. Every weekend, my dad would make me wear sexy stockings and give him a fucking job, then he'd ejaculate on my legs. We also watched porn together and learned all sorts of positions. So at that time, apart from still being a virgin, my body was covered in his penis and semen.

On the night I celebrated my first day of high school, my dad and I tried anal sex. We soaked together in the bathroom for a while to relax. Then my dad put Vaseline on his penis and slowly applied some to my anus with his fingers. I held onto the windowsill as my dad slowly inserted his penis into my anus from behind. It hurt so much! But I endured it to complete various sexual acts. Unlike in novels, there was no orgasm; for more than 10 minutes, I only felt pain. However, my dad said it was indeed very tight, and he ejaculated inside my rectum, which was what I requested. In this way, my dad possessed every part of my body except my vagina. I will save my vagina for the stocking-clad girl I like in the future. This was also my only experience with anal sex, because I know that anal sex is very bad for a woman's body, so I will never do it again. This was merely an experiment to try out various sexual positions.

Later, in high school, my body was fully developed. Looking at my mature and perfect body with all its sexual characteristics, I was incredibly happy. I wanted to become a beautiful woman who could manipulate men, making them lose their minds and die from exhaustion (hehe, that's a bit of an exaggeration). That would be truly satisfying! Of course, I wasn't content with just playing with my father anymore. I wanted to play with more penises. So, my target naturally shifted to the boys and teachers at school. Fortunately, before that, I discovered my enjoyment on the bus.

I took the bus to and from school, always during rush hour. I was always squeezed in the crowd. However, gradually, perhaps because people's thoughts became less innocent, there were men on the bus who groped women. Actually, I hoped to encounter such a person. Of course, there are many novels that depict such scenarios. Every time I read one, I fantasized about having such a good thing happen to me. So, I insisted on not wearing underwear to school, only flesh-colored pantyhose. My skirt couldn't be too short because I had to consider the school; I usually wore a knee-length skirt. But I still preferred hiking shoes; they were comfortable to walk in and didn't easily cause calluses, so I wanted to protect my beautiful feet.

After waiting for more than a month, this good thing finally happened. One day on my way to school, as usual, I squeezed into the group of younger, handsome men on the bus and waited patiently. Suddenly, I felt someone touch my buttocks. I was secretly pleased, but pretended not to notice, though I glanced at him briefly. Thankfully, he was a fairly handsome college student. While I wouldn't mind helping a man ejaculate, I still preferred someone good-looking. I had no interest in ugly men; I only felt a sense of accomplishment when a handsome guy fell. So I decided to give him a little encouragement. Taking advantage of the car braking, I deliberately pressed my hips against his lower body. Sure enough, I felt him get hard. I was so happy; this was also a confirmation of my own attractiveness. Soon, his hand started touching my buttocks again, and I wiggled while actually matching his movements. He probably noticed and began to move more confidently to the next step. He slowly lifted my skirt and touched my pantyhose. I could feel his surprise. Then, when he realized I wasn't wearing underwear, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and I felt him pull out his penis and press it against my thigh.

Although I wanted to guide him myself, I decided to let him have his way for now. Finally, he inserted his penis between my legs, and then one hand reached under my clothes and began to knead my breasts. So stimulating. I felt a heat in my lower body, and my breasts were being stimulated; it felt so good. After a while, I felt his penis trembling in my genitals, and at the same time, I felt my pantyhose getting wet. I knew he had ejaculated. After he finished tidying up, I turned around and whispered in his ear, "It felt good, didn't it? It's okay, I was happy to help you cum." Then I got off at my stop, and he followed. I knew he wanted things to take further. I clearly told him that a relationship like his was impossible. However, I wouldn't object if it was just for fun on the train. He was very happy to hear that.

For a long time afterward, he would time himself to be on the same train as me. We came up with an easy method: during that time, I wore skirts with a zipper in the back. Every time we played, I could just unzip the skirt, and he could easily insert his penis between my legs. After each time, the semen on my inner thighs was slippery, which made me very excited. Occasionally, we would arrange to go shopping on weekends, but it wasn't a romantic relationship; I just wanted some exciting experiences. He would buy me clothes and stockings, and I didn't ask for anything more. He would also take me out to dinner or to the movies. When I had the chance, I would give him oral sex and drink his semen. He always said he wanted to marry me, but I told him it was impossible. I'm a leper, just playing around, and I enjoy making men ejaculate through me.

Of course, I was also actively looking for people to play with at school. Our English teacher was a handsome young man who had just graduated from the foreign language institute. He often played basketball with us boys, and I knew he liked looking at my legs. So I thought maybe I'd have a chance to play with the teacher too.

One Friday afternoon, school ended early. I was the English class representative and went to the English teacher's office to help him grade papers. As usual, I wasn't wearing underwear, and anticipating new progress, I had changed out of the stockings I'd worn that morning, replacing them with more conspicuous black knee-high socks. It was just the two of us in the office. I sat opposite the teacher with my back to the door. A moment later, I heard a faint zipper zipping sound, and I knew immediately that the teacher had quietly taken out his penis. I glanced over; the teacher wasn't sitting upright grading papers, but leaning back in his chair. I knew from this angle he could see my stockinged legs. So, I deliberately kicked off one shoe, crossed my bare, stockinged leg, and swung it back and forth. I could see the teacher's left hand stroking his penis up and down. To disregard morality and do such a thing in the sacred place of the school, in front of my own students, I felt incredibly bold and excited, and at the same time, I was delighted by my charm. The table wasn't wide; if I straightened my crossed legs slightly, I was only a few centimeters away from the teacher's engorged glans.

When I felt the time was almost right, I casually straightened my legs. Sure enough, as expected, the teacher couldn't withstand such intense stimulation, and his semen gushed out. Large drops of milky white semen landed on my calves; it was impossible not to feel it. The teacher panicked. I could have pretended not to know, but today's goal was to turn the teacher into my toy as well, so I immediately pulled my legs back, looked at them, and asked, "Teacher, what happened?" The teacher's face turned bright red, and he stammered. I seized the opportunity and said, "Teacher, I've noticed you keep looking at my legs, why?" The teacher was still at a loss. I asked further, "Do you like my stockinged feet, teacher?" "Yes," he finally answered. So I told him, "I like you very much, teacher, but we can't do that. If you can promise not to touch me, and I can decide, I can play with you, teacher, but you have to love me well." At first, the teacher couldn't believe it, but when he realized it was true, he was overjoyed. Impatiently, he asked directly,

"Can I play with you again today?" So after he locked the office door, I sat next to him, took off my shoes, and put them in his lap. He excitedly kissed my feet, then pulled one of my feet to massage his penis. Having done it many times with my dad before, I skillfully teased his penis. After a while, the teacher stood up, put my feet together, and began thrusting, mimicking a vagina. Finally, after a burst of intense friction, a stream of semen shot out from the glans between my legs. I knew he would ejaculate on me in that position, but I didn't avoid it. It wouldn't be too noticeable on my white jacket, and I wanted the teacher to see this lewd scene to further stimulate his nerves. Then, I deliberately squatted in front of the teacher and, unexpectedly, took his now-soft penis into my mouth, grinning and saying, "You're done already? I want to play a little longer!" The teacher immediately perked up again, and I felt his penis quickly grow bigger and harder in my mouth. So I started giving him oral sex, wanting to taste what his semen was like.

A few minutes later, he ejaculated in my mouth. We cleaned up, ending our first time together.

From then until my senior year of high school, I went to his English tutoring every Saturday afternoon. Although there were many other classmates tutoring with me, mine was free. After each session, I would pretend to have questions and stay behind to help the teacher ejaculate once or twice. I usually wore clothes that were easy to take off. The teacher also liked stockings and beautiful legs. He liked to have me wear only pantyhose and then insert his penis into my inner thighs on the bed, thrusting like we were having sex. Sometimes we also tried nipple play. By then, I was quite developed, and because my breasts were constantly being massaged, I had a C-cup. The teacher would often ejaculate on my breasts and then smear his semen evenly on them.

Besides the teacher, I discovered that there were also people in my class who liked my stockings and beautiful legs and had impure thoughts about me. He was in the same squad next to me, sitting in the fourth row, just like me. I noticed he kept glancing at my legs, intentionally or unintentionally. Since he was good-looking and a good student, I wanted to make him my toy.

One Friday after class, I went home and realized I'd left some textbooks at school, so I had to go back to get them. Luckily, it wasn't far from home. I didn't go to the gatehouse for the key; I wanted to see if I could just go in. Sometimes there were students studying in the classrooms, and the boys would play sports late into the night, but that day it was a bit rainy, so there weren't many people in the building. When I got to the back door of the classroom, I looked through the window first, and that's when the real show started.

I saw him standing in front of my desk, holding my water bottle, the kind with a wide opening like a juice bottle, the opaque kind. And what was going in and out of the bottle opening was his penis. He was raping my bottle while calling my name. Finally, he ejaculated all over my bottle. I thought for a moment, then retreated to the stairwell pretending to have just arrived. I knocked on the classroom door and asked, "Is anyone home?" He opened the door, and when he saw it was me, his face immediately turned red. I deliberately asked, "What's wrong? Why is your face so red?" He quickly said it was because he was too hot after playing basketball. While chatting with him, I took out a book and then deliberately took out my water bottle to drink some water. He immediately became nervous and hesitated to speak. In front of him, I drank the whole bottle in one gulp, including the "nutrients" he had ejaculated inside. He stared in disbelief. I deliberately said, "Why are you staring at me like that? Do you like me?" He stammered, unsure how to answer.

After that day, I deliberately left a pair of shoes and some stockings on the desk at school to lure him in. Sure enough, soon after, he always stayed until the last person to go home, and needless to say, I always found some marks on my stockings the next day—perfect. Finally, one Friday evening, I decided to catch him red-handed and force him to become my toy.

I stayed until it was just the two of us, then pretended to go home, but secretly unlocked the back door. A few minutes later, I quietly went to the back door, and as expected, he had already begun: I saw him take out the stockings I had left and slowly wrap them around his erect penis, one in each hand, kissing it vigorously while his other hand kept stroking it. As I watched, I touched my own genitals, enjoying the stimulation before me. When I felt it was about time, I suddenly pushed open the back door. He froze, and because of the stimulation, he ejaculated right in front of me, his penis covered by my stockings, and he was holding another one in his hand.

I pretended to be very angry and asked him what he wanted. "I'm going to report him to the school and get him expelled!" Hearing this, he panicked and didn't know what to do. After a period of silence, he begged me not to tell anyone, saying he would do anything I asked. I asked, "Okay, tell me why you want to do this." He immediately told me everything about his liking for me, his fantasies about girls' beautiful legs, and his interest in stockings. After he finished speaking, I waved the MP3 player in my hand and told him that I had recorded it, and this was the evidence! He immediately felt despair. I seized the opportunity and said, "As long as you listen to me completely from now on and don't tell anyone, I'll do whatever I ask!" He quickly agreed.

So I said, "Take off your pants and sit on the ground!" He wanted to object, but seeing my eyes, he had no choice but to comply. I said, "Since you like it so much, I'll reward you." I took off one shoe and gently stepped on his penis with my foot, which was wearing cute pink stockings. He looked at me in surprise, and his penis quickly grew larger. My foot skillfully played with his genitals, and soon, he, who had no practical experience, ejaculated again, and my entire foot was covered in semen. He hurriedly said, "I'm sorry!"

I told him I would punish him by forcing him to masturbate in front of me. But perhaps due to nervousness, he didn't ejaculate after half an hour. I grew impatient and grabbed his penis from behind, using all my techniques. Finally, after two minutes, he ejaculated. I felt that was enough, so I took off my stockings and gave them to him, ordering him to put them on his penis and not take them off even when we got home, except when showering.

After that, I would play with his penis almost every day after school, and I had to see him ejaculate three times each time. However, I couldn't show him my lewd side, so I always used a footjob. This only showed that I enjoyed playing with men, or perhaps I had some sadistic tendencies. He seemed to gradually develop masochistic tendencies; the more intense I made him, the more exciting he found it. Later, we gradually changed it to twice a day, mainly because he could last longer each time, and three times was too time-consuming. At the same time, every day I made him put my stockings on his penis and take them home. Most nights before bed, he would do it again, then wash and dry them before returning them to me the next day. It was very exciting.

After graduation, when we met again, without the constraints of school, I told him that as a reward for his performance over the past two years, I could give him oral sex to make him feel good. He was incredibly moved. That day, he specially booked a hotel room, and we spent the whole afternoon there. His penis went in and out of my mouth, and I don't know how many times he ejaculated, but I swallowed it all. When he was leaving, he told me he had always loved me. I clearly told him it was impossible and left. However, we still kept in touch on QQ afterwards. I knew he had never had a girlfriend, apparently because many girls couldn't understand his foot fetish.

During the summer vacation after my first year of high school, my younger brother stayed with me for a month. My brother is 176cm tall, likes to work out but is rather introverted. He's also very handsome, and when he was little, he would say things like he wanted to marry me when he grew up. Although I always wanted to play with his penis, I knew that would only cause problems between relatives, so I couldn't be too obvious. After all, unlike my dad and me, no one would know behind closed doors. Besides, given my brother's personality, he wouldn't actively ask me to do fun things. So I came up with a plan. Every day during the day, I would deliberately play games that required exercise with him, or simply drag him running or swimming. This meant we would have to shower. Each time we exercised, I wore sexy stockings. I would shower first, leaving my underwear and stockings in a conspicuous place in the bathroom to entice him. After showering, I would dress very lightly, sometimes even without underwear, just wearing a t-shirt and pacing around in front of him, making him unsure where to look. Then I would let him shower. The first two times were fine, but then I discovered he started masturbating with my underwear and stockings. However, he didn't dare ejaculate on them. A few days later, he went to shower as usual, but I had previously drawn the shower curtain, meaning that if I went in, he would have nowhere to hide. While he was halfway through his shower, I pretended to have a stomachache and asked him to open the door so I could use the restroom. He couldn't resist my persistent pleading and finally opened the door, but since he was wearing a towel around his waist, his attempt failed. So I had to try another method. I deliberately forgot my bra and underwear and asked him to get them for me. I specifically chose a pink lace bra and panties to tease this virgin. When he knocked on the door to ask me to get them, I said I was drying my hair and asked him to come in and put it on the hanger.

But I didn't close the shower curtain! The moment he came in, he saw my sexy figure and firm breasts, and his face turned bright red. I deliberately said in a coquettish tone, "What are you looking at, you little pervert!" My brother immediately left. At other times, I didn't wear a bra at all; not wearing underwear wouldn't be right, so I just let it go. Then I often deliberately exposed myself for my brother to see. I knew he needed to use my clothes to relieve himself several times a day in the bathroom. Later, I told my dad I wanted to play with my brother's penis and taste his semen. My dad agreed and bought me sleeping pills. One noon, I secretly added sleeping pills to my brother's lunch, and he fell asleep soon after. I twisted him hard, but there was no reaction. So I pulled down his pants, took out his penis, and started stroking it. I applied some lubricant to my hands and then kept playing with my younger brother's penis. Soon it was erect, about 15cm long, not bad. Then I started giving him oral sex until he ejaculated completely into my mouth; it tasted even fishier than my father's semen. Before he woke up, I greedily did it again.

But I also wanted him to take the initiative this time, so he would always remember his sister and completely fall into the vortex of sex. So I asked my father to buy that drug that increases male libido, and added it to my brother's milk at breakfast. My father went to work. He set up a video camera for me, planning to watch it when he came home that night. To further arouse my younger brother's sexual desire and make him make a mistake, I deliberately wore a pink tight-fitting t-shirt that day, without a bra or underwear, just a white short skirt with pink fishnet stockings, looking extremely sexy. About an hour after breakfast, I noticed my brother's penis was starting to get erect. My stepfather had already gone to work, and I started to plan how my brother would release his pent-up desire. I wouldn't take him out today, so he wouldn't have to shower. I didn't want him to vent his desire on my clothes. I came up with a good game for my brother to play with me. The rules were that one person would be blindfolded, and the other would give him some objects. He would first try to identify them by touch with his feet. If he couldn't guess, he would use his hands, and if that didn't work, he would use his mouth. If he couldn't guess anything, he would lose. I had initially intended to suggest that the person who lost take off a piece of clothing, but I thought I shouldn't be too proactive to avoid arousing suspicion. I suggested it to my younger brother, but ultimately, he didn't have the courage. Finally, when it was my turn to guess, my feet, clad in pink fishnet stockings, touched a hot, hard penis. Although my eyes were blindfolded, I could imagine my brother's lewd posture. Having had experience with Facebook, my feet skillfully teased my brother's penis. He breathed heavily, enjoying it. I pretended not to know what it was, but continued to work on it with my feet.

Finally, my brother's penis gave out, and he said, "Try touching it with your hand," temporarily removing it from my feet. I knew he had ejaculated once. But my brother was young and the aphrodisiac was still in effect, so his penis hadn't gone down much. I felt him move his whole body next to me and pull my hand to his penis. I slowly stroked it with my hand. But because he was afraid of being found out, he didn't let my hand touch his testicles, so I couldn't play with his genitals any further. However, with the pre-ejaculate from his urethra as lubrication, and with my soft hands, I quickly felt him about to ejaculate again. My brother instinctively tried to pull away, but I held his penis firmly. While saying, "I'm about to guess," I quickened my movements, going all the way in with each thrust. Then his penis suddenly stiffened for a moment, and then started to throb. I took this opportunity to move closer. While saying, "Hands won't work, I'll try with my mouth," I took his still-ejaculating penis into my mouth and sucked on it continuously. Feeling it was about time, I innocently asked, "Was it a rubber tube with water added?" Now, whenever I think about it, I can't help but laugh. After saying that, I started to take off my blindfold, and my brother quickly pulled his still-throbbing penis back into his pants. That's how the morning ended. But this was somewhat of my own initiative. After

lunch, of course, I added aphrodisiacs to his food, and then I made an excuse to take a nap and went back to my room. However, I didn't close the door completely, leaving a crack. Then, as I turned over in my "sleep," my sexy, bare genitals were exposed. Sure enough, after pretending to knock, my brother came in. He pressed his head against my lower body, examining me closely. Then he gently touched my labia with his hand. He didn't penetrate me. That wouldn't satisfy his penis. My brother stood at the foot of the bed, positioned perfectly over my stockinged feet. He pressed his penis against my feet, rubbing it gently.

After a long while, my brother, emboldened, stood beside me. I knew from his scent and voice that his penis was right next to my face. He whispered, "Sister, you're so beautiful, so sexy, I love you so much," while masturbating in front of my pretty face. Finally, this time he boldly ejaculated directly onto my face. Now, I couldn't wake up now. My face felt covered in slippery semen. A little while later, my brother brought me a warm towel and gently wiped me off. He was quite gentle. So I decided it was about time to get up. I pretended to be about to wake up, and my brother slipped out of my room. But he didn't seem to have enough, so I deliberately said, "Go get me a glass of milk." Through my bedroom door, I could see into the kitchen, and sure enough, my brother agreed, ejaculating again into my glass, then mixing the semen with the milk. When he brought it to me, I was overjoyed. My brother finally knew how to defile the girl he liked. I drank every last drop of the milk and his semen in front of him, even saying it tasted good.

For the last two days, my brother tried everything to get me to drink his semen a few more times, and each time I pretended to be oblivious and accepted it all. I even teased him, saying, "Am I pretty? Would you like me to be your wife?" Every time I said that, my brother would blush. Later I found out that after that summer, he really fell in love with me and lost interest in other girls. Once, I went to his house by chance, and when he wasn't there, I secretly read his diary. It was full of his longing and affection for me, and many sexual fantasies about me. I was so happy. Of course, after that, whenever he had the chance, he would try to get me to drink his semen or ejaculate on my clothes. Okay, that's the end of my brother's story for now.

I mentioned the college student I met on the bus earlier; we only hung out for a year before he graduated and went to another city. We lost contact. But unexpectedly, what we did on the bus was seen by a group of middle school boys. There were four of them. At first, I didn't know, but the outcome wasn't bad.

By then, the college student had been gone for a while. The four of them had probably observed for a long time and felt there wouldn't be any problems, so they made their move. One Saturday, although school was closed, I usually went to the library. Actually, I'm a good student; I dedicate large blocks of time to studying. At home, I sometimes think about sex, but I can concentrate well in the library. Okay, back to the previous topic. I took the bus to the library as usual. Traffic is always congested at this time, so I wasn't in a hurry. When I realized what was happening, I was surrounded by four middle school-aged boys. All four of them were quite good-looking, so I had a psychological advantage; letting them play with me was fine. The one facing me started to say, "Um, sister..." I deliberately interrupted, "What's up, handsome young man?" They both immediately blushed. Now my psychological advantage was even more obvious.

However, it was my first time playing with a group of people, and I felt a little excited and my heart was pounding. I continued to provoke them further: "So, what do you want from me?" They stammered for a while before I realized they had seen me playing with that college student in the car. So I pretended not to know and asked, "What game?" They hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "It's that one where he played with your penis..." So I asked directly, "You want to play too?" Immediately, all four of them fell silent. I deliberately said, "Oh, you don't want to play? Never mind then, I was actually thinking of playing a little." Upon hearing this, they hurriedly said, "No, no, we want to play, but we don't know how to say it, this..." I looked at the four big boys blushing and laughed so hard. So I said, "Why don't you just imitate whatever you see?" Don't be too nervous (I know that if you're nervous, you won't get an erection, and that won't be fun). So the four of them slowly started to move. I think men might have psychological barriers to playing sex games in front of others, but they were too shy to approach me alone, so I took the initiative. I reached down to the boy's crotch and touched the zipper on his jeans. I unzipped it, and he seemed very restrained, but his eyes revealed a look of desire. I tried to take out his penis, but partly because of his pants, and partly because he was already fully erect, it took me a long time to get it out.

I stroked it up and down with my hand, rubbing the head of his penis against my skirt. The other three finally let go and pulled out their penises. The one behind me pressed his penis against my buttocks and rubbed it hard, while the others on either side pressed against my body. One of them boldly pulled my other hand and placed it on his penis. I smiled slightly at him, and he blushed.

Being pressed so tightly against me gave me a strange kind of pleasure. However, being inexperienced, they soon ejaculated, all over my skirt. I was wearing a blue midi skirt that day, so it was quite noticeable. One of the boys was more attentive and quickly took out a napkin to wipe it off. The others followed suit, and although the marks were still visible, it was much better. Afterwards, perhaps feeling guilty, they decided to get off the bus. Before I got off the bus, the more attentive boy leaned close to my ear and said, "I'm sorry, thank you." I was quite touched, and suddenly felt obligated to help those boys who couldn't find a place to ejaculate, to give them a beautiful memory of their adolescence, and that I could lend them my body.

After that, until I went to university, I would occasionally run into them on the bus. It wasn't always all four of them together, but we always had a good time. They even invited me to their homes, but I didn't agree. I wouldn't be raped on the bus, but going to their homes was another story. At the same time, I told them that I was still a virgin, and they seemed quite surprised. So I explained my thoughts to them, telling them that I didn't mind playing around with boys, except for sex related to virginity; I didn't mind anything else, since it wasn't considered intercourse, and that way I would still be chaste. And my future partner will be a woman like me. I'm lesbian; I can have fun and be exciting with guys, but I can't lose what's important to me. Some people understand, some don't, and some think I'm pretending to be innocent, but I don't care. I also enjoy seeing guys ejaculate because of me, yet feel frustrated and frantic because they can't actually have my body—that gives me a great sense of accomplishment. My

college entrance exams went smoothly, and I got into a good prestigious university. Because I grew up in a family of doctors, I'm studying biology, a related field. My dad and I planned to celebrate. When he asked how we were going to celebrate, I told him I wanted to take a bath with semen. But we both knew that what Dad ejaculated alone wasn't enough; we needed to find someone else. Dad didn't know what to do, so I said I had a few friends who could help. Upon hearing this, Dad's face immediately changed, and he asked what was going on.

So I told him about what happened with the teacher and in the car. I also told him that I hadn't lost my virginity, that I was just playing around. Dad was still very suspicious. I had no choice but to take off the only thing I was wearing, my pink lace pantyhose, spread my legs on the sofa, and said, "Dad, can you check me?" Dad carefully checked me and confirmed that my hymen was intact, finally letting out a sigh of relief. I felt itchy from his touch, and seeing Dad's equally erect penis, an idea suddenly popped into my head. I said, "How about Dad, you put your penis in a little more? Ejaculate outside my hymen, that way you'll have all of me, how about that?" Dad thought for a moment, then took his penis and walked towards me. He said he would blow on it first.

So I masturbated while giving my dad oral sex. When he was almost done, he pulled out his penis, put my legs on his shoulders, and guided it to my vagina, gently inserting it. When we felt it reach my hymen, he stopped and then gently thrust in and out. My labia felt so good from the friction, and I was wet with a lot of fluid. Soon I reached orgasm, and my dad ejaculated at that moment, his semen flowing out of my vagina. My dad immediately grabbed his camera, and I cooperated, capturing some nice memories. So my dad and I planned a semen bath feast together.

My dad pretended to be an office worker I knew, to avoid gossip and to prevent them from raping me. We had booked a hotel room beforehand. I told my English teacher I wanted to take a bath with semen and asked if he would help me. I also knew a few students who could come along. He hesitated for a moment because he wasn't used to doing this in front of others, but he eventually succumbed to the temptation and agreed. Then I found those four middle school students; they were also used to doing this in front of others, so they readily agreed. I felt that might still not be enough, but I couldn't find anyone else, so my first thought was to buy aphrodisiacs. My dad, of course, didn't need to take them; he needed to stay rational, and his health was important. As for the others, I discussed it with my dad, and we decided to use three times the dosage. Everything was arranged, and then the exciting night began.

It was 6 pm on a Saturday afternoon, and we met in the hotel room. At first, everyone seemed a little awkward, but they gradually started chatting. To tease them, I deliberately asked them to talk about how each of them started their relationship with me as sex partners. At first, everyone was silent, but after I forced the English teacher to start, they slowly opened up, and my dad even made up a story. My dad and I had secretly added three times the usual dose of aphrodisiac to their drinks.

So I said, "Let's begin. Everyone take off your clothes and compare whose penis is the biggest. The biggest one gets to ejaculate in my mouth first." Hearing this, all the men were eager to try. Of course, I knew that my dad's was the biggest. The English teacher and a middle school student were tied for last place, which made him quite embarrassed. I slowly began to take off my clothes, leaving only a pair of black lace fishnet stockings to arouse their lust. Then we went to the bathroom. I got into the bathtub and sat on a specially prepared stool, so that my face was about level with their penises. I then took my father's penis into my mouth and stroked one in each hand. I then gestured to the other three that I had put my underwear and stockings that I had changed out of this week in a basin next to me, so they could use them to play with their penises if they liked, or they could wrap themselves around me, it was up to them. Sure enough, the English teacher immediately took out my stockings and wrapped them around his penis layer by layer and started stroking it, one middle school student used my underwear and bra. Another one came behind me and pressed his penis against my head, neck and back. I told them to let me know before they went to shoot, and I would decide where to shoot.

Although Dad was the most intensely stimulated, he was also the most experienced, so he wasn't the first to ejaculate. The first was a middle school student who said, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum." So I spat out Dad's penis from my mouth, faced him, and aimed his glans at my chest. A powerful stream of semen shot straight onto my chest. After he finished, I immediately smeared it with my hand, making sure as much skin as possible came into contact with the semen. Then I said to him, "Good, keep it up." After that, I continued to hold Dad's penis in my mouth. Finally, Dad ejaculated in my mouth. I rinsed my mouth with Dad's semen, then spat it out and held it in my hand, using it to wash my genitals in front of everyone. The others, seeing this, became even more sexually aroused. I turned around and gave oral sex to the person behind me, while the one who had been masturbating earlier ejaculated on my face. While I was swallowing their penises, I smeared the semen evenly on my face with my hands. Then the guy giving me oral sex was about to ejaculate, so I let him ejaculate on my back and spread it out for me. The English teacher deliberately held back, trying to save face, I think, even though no one else was paying attention, they were all busy having sex with me. After that, I used both my hands and mouth, and occasionally gave them a footjob so that the semen would be ejaculated on my feet and legs. They were also fighting hard under the influence of the aphrodisiac, and my body, face, and hair were covered in semen. I didn't even have time to wipe it off with my hands, it was so stimulating, seeing so many penises surrounding me, it felt a different kind of excitement and stimulation.

After three hours, everyone except Dad had ejaculated about eight times. We were all at our limit; I was covered in semen from head to toe. Watching their penises finally soften, I had them surround me and urinate on me. It was like rinsing off after showering. They found it exciting, especially since I had kept reminding those resting to drink water, and everyone felt like they needed to pee. So, all five of us together, hot urine pouring down on me, covering my entire body. I opened my mouth wide and took a sip; it didn't smell too strong. So exciting! Afterwards, everyone showered, and seeing it was almost 11 pm, we all went home. Dad and I stayed the last night, and also put away the camera we had set up in the bathroom. The video I filmed can be kept as a souvenir.

University life has finally begun. The dorm conditions are pretty good; a four-person room with bunk beds, built-in cabinets and desks underneath, and a balcony on the second floor. Later, I found a girl who, like me, liked stockings to be my lover. However, this is about me toying with boys, so I won't talk about my relationship.

University life is depressing for boys, especially those who can't find girlfriends. So many people with nowhere to vent their desires start engaging in all sorts of lewd behavior, which enriched my life. Someone posted on the school forum that a boy was seen exposing his penis to a girl in a certain teaching building. So I started going to that building to study, hoping to bump into him by chance. The school's boys' restroom was poorly designed; the door, which was never closed, faced the corridor, and the urinals were completely exposed. Of course, the boys usually relieved themselves in the stalls, so it wasn't a big deal. One day, as I was walking down the corridor, I vaguely saw a boy go into a stall, but I didn't pay much attention. Just before the corner near the restroom door, he suddenly came out of a stall, deliberately facing me and stroking his erect penis! I knew I'd encountered the exhibitionist. I was delighted, and although I pretended to leave casually, I remembered his face.

After about a month of observation, I basically understood his behavior. To prevent him from negatively influencing other female students, I decided to lure him into relieving himself on me. He frequently sexually harassed girls reading or making phone calls in the stairwell of the central teaching building. He would pretend to walk past them or go down the stairs, then ejaculate on them from behind. This mainly happened on Saturdays and Sundays between 9 and 10 pm, and other afternoons. However, it seemed he only ejaculated once a day. So every Saturday and Sunday I would go there and wait, always wearing a short skirt and very provocative stockings. Of course, to avoid being recognized, I would go to the teaching building first and change my stockings in the restroom. Then I would stand by the window in the stairwell, facing out the window, pretending to read or make a phone call. I would slightly stick out my buttocks so that from behind, people could see my underwear under my short skirt, which, combined with the black or red sexy stockings, was used to stimulate his lust.

Sure enough, he took the bait the first time. I heard him come downstairs, and then he went up and down a few more times. I deliberately arched my ample buttocks even more. Finally, I felt a surge of heat in my thighs and calves—he ejaculated. I watched him pass by, one hand still on his crotch. I took another look at his face as he turned the corner of the stairs. I took off my stockings and found him still lingering in the stairwell. So I placed the semen-soaked stockings on the windowsill and left. I trusted he wouldn't miss this gift. Later,

I discovered that if I sat on the stairs, he would ejaculate on my back. So, whenever I wanted him to do that, I always wore a jacket so I could cover myself after he ejaculated. After some time, he started ejaculating on my head. Each time, I pretended to be checking the ceiling for dripping water, giving him an excuse to come back another time. I was also happy to know that no more girls were being harassed on the forum; he was finally slowly becoming addicted to simply releasing his pent-up desires on me, which allowed me to control him.

It wasn't just the hallways that had interesting incidents; something noteworthy also happened in the classroom. One summer morning, I was studying alone in Building 2, working on a paper, when he appeared. He probably checked every classroom and, finding this opportunity, switched to mine. I wondered what he would do in this situation, so after a while, I lay down and pretended to sleep, but all my attention was focused on him. I felt him sitting diagonally behind me, and he started masturbating in front of me. After a while, he probably thought he was done, so he stood up, walked past me, and went outside the classroom to check if anyone else was there. Then he went back to his seat, but instead of sitting down, he slowly moved closer to me until he was right next to me. Even with my eyes buried in my arms, I could see his legs. He ejaculated behind me, lasting about half a minute. Because it was summer, I was wearing a green silk top, so the semen was very noticeable.

I thought it was over, but no sooner had he left than a boy who was studying came in and sat right behind me! Now he saw all the semen on my back. He was kind enough to point out that there was water on my back, but I think he was just too embarrassed to say it directly. I pretended to thank him and went to the restroom to clean up.

Then there was the library. I'd noticed him pretending to walk behind girls who were reading near the bookshelves and ejaculating on their genitals. Sometimes he would even expose his penis to girls through the bookshelves. Since I often studied in the library, whenever I saw him go deep into the bookshelves, I would follow him and squat down in a secluded spot to pick out books. He never disappointed me. Maybe he was used to me in the hallway; he wasn't as careful as he was with other girls. He would either masturbate directly through the bookshelves for me to see, or ejaculate as he walked behind me. Then I would clean up his tracks by myself.

Gradually, he became increasingly brazen in front of me. He would often masturbate with his penis exposed in front of me when I reached the stairwell, sometimes even wearing the stockings I had left over from that day! I would usually pretend not to care and walk past him, then find a place to wait for him to come up and ejaculate. Finally, one day, he stopped approaching me from behind as before, and instead came upstairs from below, directly pulling out his penis and masturbating in front of me! Before I could react, a stream of hot semen shot onto my face!

He seemed to have something to say and didn't leave as he had before. After a while, he said, "Can you play with me? I mean, actually, I'm against men playing with women. I hope you can play with me, treat me like a toy. Is that okay?" I'd never heard of such a theory before, but I thought it was pretty good. In front of him, I ate the semen he'd ejaculated on my face and told him I could, but he had to be loyal to me alone and not do this to other girls. He agreed, and in fact, he kept his promise until I graduated.

I gave him my phone number and class schedule, telling him to text me if he needed anything else, and I would tell him where I was so he could come find me and I could help him release his pent-up desires. I also stipulated that he had to wear my stockings with his penis and testicles on them every day. Every night I would give him the stockings I had worn, he would wear them for the next day, then wash them and return them to me. The first week was like heaven; he came to see me three times a day. Because it was school, we mostly just did oral sex; we did it in the stairwell, the study room, and the library. He often bought me delicious food, but he also frequently ejaculated on the food and made me eat it, though I didn't mind. He loved my beautiful legs in stockings, always smelling and licking them, and he liked to ejaculate in my shoes, saying it would keep my feet healthy.

University life offered me a lot of free time, and I planned to find a job, mainly to gain social experience. Like many university students, I found a tutoring job teaching English. When looking at job postings, I intentionally chose positions for high school boys who lived far from the school. After selecting and contacting an agency, I finalized a plan, and our first meeting was in early April. After

one or two meetings, I realized the high school student was the type often called an "otaku"—someone who loved anime and games; naturally, such people didn't have much luck with girls. Although he was quite fair-skinned, he mostly stayed home outside of school, didn't socialize much, and spent his time playing games and computer games alone. When I visited his room, I noticed many posters and models of cute girls. I paid attention to the captions and searched online, finding many related to pornographic games. Looks like something interesting.

To find out what kind of things boys like him watch, I downloaded a pornographic game—I forgot the name. I found it quite enjoyable, since I've always liked girls, and it satisfied my sexual fantasies about women. Later, my wife and I also downloaded lesbian-themed games and simulated sex. Okay, back to the topic. During a tutoring session, I decided to dress somewhat like a character from one of these games to see his reaction. I chose a character whose attire was similar to that of an ordinary person. I styled my long black hair into two ponytails, wore a red t-shirt, a black skirt, black mid-calf socks, and black leather shoes. I thought I looked quite convincing, and then I went to his house.

His father often works overtime on Saturdays, so when I arrived at his house at 1 p.m., he was the only one there. Sure enough, when he saw my outfit, his eyes lit up, but he rationally suppressed his urges. The room was air-conditioned, and the temperature was comfortable. He was only wearing a thin pair of trousers, so when his penis became erect because of me, it was very noticeable. I pretended not to notice and started lecturing as usual. He seemed distracted, so I deliberately asked, "What's wrong? Is there something you need to do? You don't seem to want to study today?" He lied and said he had slept too late the night before and was too tired. I asked, "So what do you do at night?" He said, "Play games." I pretended to be interested and asked, "What games? I want to play too." I knew what kind of game he meant from his hesitation. Two hours passed, and I finished explaining today's content. I decided to tease him a little more.

I casually asked him about his father working overtime on weekends. He told me his father was an architect, very busy, and sometimes he wouldn't be home for a week when there were projects. He wouldn't be back until evening tonight either. So I said, "I'm a little tired, can I sleep here for a while before going back?" He happily agreed, and I knew he had some wicked thoughts.

So I pretended to fall asleep on the table. After a while, I heard him come up behind me and quietly call my name. When there was no response, he moved closer. I continued to wait. Seeing that I was really asleep, he crawled under the table. I had deliberately spread my legs before, so now my skirt was completely exposed. Today, to provoke him, I wore pink lace panties, so he could see my vulva directly. Sure enough, his breathing became heavy. After a while, I heard the sound of a digital camera; it was taking pictures of my private parts. I became even more excited. After taking a few more pictures, he crawled out from under the table, walked to my side, and gently touched me. Seeing that I didn't react, he unzipped his pants and took out his penis. Because my face was buried, I couldn't see his penis; I could only tell he was behind me on my right by his feet. This scene reminded me of that time in college. "Good bro, cum."

After a while, he ejaculated, but not on me; he ejaculated into his hand. I woke up just as he went to wash his hands. "That's all for today," I thought, and went home.

Soon after, it was time for tutoring again. This time, I wore a low-cut white bodysuit and deliberately went braless, just to give him another strong impact. Once inside his house, after taking off my coat, my firm nipples and cleavage were clearly visible. Sure enough, his gaze never left my chest. During tutoring, I deliberately sat close to him, rubbing my breasts against his arm. Soon he couldn't take it anymore, and his breathing became noticeably rapid. A while later, I deliberately knocked over my water glass, spilling water on my chest, making my clothes transparent, but I still pressed myself against him while lecturing.

Seeing that the time was right, I deliberately knocked the pen under the table and then bent down to pick it up. I was wearing a very short skirt that day and no underwear. Before bending over, I slightly lifted the skirt, completely exposing my genitals to him! He immediately lost control, grabbing me from behind and pressing his face against my genitals, saying, "Sister, I like you so much, I can't take it anymore!" I deliberately asked, "What can't you take it anymore?" He started rambling incoherently: "Sister, you're so sexy! I've seen your breasts, your private parts, I can't take it anymore, I want to make love to you!" I pretended not to hear him clearly: "What do you want to do?" He said, "Um, I want to make love to you." "Are you still a child?" He immediately said, "No, no, I'm an adult." I laughed and said, "How are you an adult? Let me see."

He stammered for a while, then suddenly pulled down his pants. To my surprise, his penis was very large, already proudly erect. I roughly estimated it to be about 18cm. I immediately became excited; I had never played with such a large penis before.

I reached out and grasped his already erect penis, saying, "What do you want to do with me? I have someone I like, so I can't let you penetrate me." He seemed flustered, and I seized the opportunity to say, "But other things are okay!" Before he could react, I kissed below the glans, instantly making his glans swell and turn bright red, and his penis grew even thicker. I asked, "How do you want me to help you?" He wanted me to give him oral sex, which was exactly what I wanted. I used all my skills, and in less than five minutes, he ejaculated into my mouth, which I swallowed entirely. His semen was rather thin, perhaps due to frequent masturbation. After the oral sex, he wanted to do it again. I knew that these boys, because it was their first sexual experience, would be particularly excited and could ejaculate several times in a row, so I asked him what he wanted this time. He still held a sliver of hope and asked if I could have sex with him. I firmly refused again, suggesting instead that I give him a blowjob instead, which he reluctantly agreed to. I took off my tight-fitting clothes, grasped his penis, and sandwiched it between my breasts, massaging it like the AV actresses I'd seen before, occasionally rubbing it against my nipples. Soon after, he ejaculated again, this time on my chest. I slowly spread his semen on my breasts; it was so stimulating.

He wanted more afterward, so I decided to do it this way. I told him he could ejaculate all over my body instead of having sex, which he found intriguing and agreed to. So we worked together, and he ejaculated on my face, back, abdomen, thighs, calves, and feet. The last time, on my stockinged feet, his penis only caused me pain. But at least I fulfilled his long-held wish, and I was happy I could do it.

As I was leaving, I asked him, "Do you think I'm a slutty woman?" He said no. I said, "Then I'll reward you. As long as you listen to me, I can play with you every time." So, for the next year and a half of university, I had a toy every weekend. He even ordered anime character costumes for me, so I could wear them while we played, which was always very exciting.

My professional studies have given me a deeper understanding of the male and female bodies. Through reading various books and online resources, I've also learned that besides nocturnal emission and active ejaculation, men can also ejaculate through spontaneous emission, which is also a form of seminal emission, but occurs while the person is conscious. I wanted to experience this myself. However, this presented a problem. I couldn't choose someone I knew well; they were already familiar with my body, and mere teasing wouldn't be enough to induce ejaculation. Unfamiliar people were also unsuitable; I didn't know what they might do, and if they didn't cooperate, they might masturbate, which would ruin the experience. Therefore, I spent a considerable amount of time choosing a partner.

Finally, I decided to select a very timid and weak-willed man, who, of course, had to be very handsome—that would meet my criteria. Of course, I knew that actively seeking him out was futile; it was all about luck. So I just kept an eye out for him without actively looking for him. But the opportunity still came. At a friend's birthday party, my target appeared. He was from my friend's forum. Because it was a forum event, everyone wasn't very familiar with each other, which didn't pose any problem for me. He was quite handsome, and I later learned that he had mild autism and was usually alone. He was exactly my ideal type, and I decided I had to make him succumb to my charms.

So, during dinner, I casually sat next to him, chatted a bit, exchanged contact information, and that was our first encounter. After that, we chatted online. I discovered that although he was a rather introverted person in real life, he was very active online and dared to say almost anything, which made things easier. I slowly steered the conversation towards feelings, and after a few more chats, the topic shifted to sex. He said he knew about all kinds of sexual techniques, and I pretended to be curious and asked him what they were. He then listed a long list, mostly from AVs, but AVs don't have something called "slipping," so I asked, "Do you know there's a method of ejaculation called slipping?" Sure enough, he didn't know. After I explained, he said that worked too, and he didn't believe me. So I asked, "Want to try it?" He said, "How?" I said, "Only you can try it. I'll figure out a way to excite you, okay?" He thought I was joking and agreed. So I told him to meet me at a hotel not far from school this Saturday. In fact, until we met, he thought I was joking.

The day finally arrived, and I had brought a lot of sexy stockings, lingerie, and other things in my bag. We met at the agreed-upon hotel entrance. He thought I had something else to discuss with him and was going somewhere else. When I actually took him to the room, he started to panic.

I told him that it was just to test the possibility of this, and if he performed well, I could provide some extra services. He finally agreed. So, just to be on the safe side, the main thing was to prevent him from masturbating. Because I knew that when lust is high, even a quick stroke or two could lead to ejaculation, and once you've ejaculated, it's very difficult to have a nocturnal emission. So I tied him, completely naked, to the bed with stockings, leaving only his erect penis free to move. Then I started taking off my clothes, until I was only wearing stockings.

I started saying some provocative things and asked him what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to show him my genitals, so I straddled his chest, my genitals facing his face, and I parted my labia myself. As he watched, his breathing became heavier, and I noticed his penis was even more engorged. Later, he wanted me to masturbate in front of him, so I kept touching myself in front of him, arousing his nerves, and constantly changing the sexy lingerie and stockings I had brought. After more than an hour of effort, with his cry of "I'm going to cum!" his penis, which I hadn't touched, began to throb and ejaculate. The experiment was a success!

I deliberately licked up his semen and then started getting dressed. I didn't untie him because I was afraid he might still be unaware of the arousal and rape me, which would be a loss for me. After getting dressed, I poured some water. We both rested for a while and calmed down. Then I told him that I was happy the experiment was successful and asked him what reward he wanted. He said anything was fine, but he hoped I would give him some worn underwear, stockings, etc., so I gave him everything I had brought. Then, still tied to the bed, I gave him oral sex again before I felt safe enough to untie him.

After he finished getting ready, I suddenly had a whimsical idea. I asked him if he wanted the hotel staff to see his penis, to see him ejaculate while I lay on the bed—it would be exciting! He said yes. So I told him my plan. I called the front desk and ordered food to be delivered. Then I unlocked the door. I lay down near the door, with his legs spread and his knees on either side of my body, so his penis was right in front of me. I gave him oral sex until he could ejaculate anytime, anywhere. Soon there was a knock on the door, and a sweet female voice told us the food had been delivered. I said the door was open, please come in, and then quickly started stroking his penis. The waitress walked in and immediately saw this shameful scene, and panicked. He took advantage of this moment and ejaculated all over my face in front of the waitress.

The waitress was startled, so I quickly got up and took the tray from her, gesturing for him to go to the restroom while comforting her. She was a migrant worker from the countryside, not so open-minded. It took me a while to calm her down. But it was really exciting. It was also my first time playing sex games with a man in front of another girl, so it was a pretty good experience for me.

After the ejaculation experiment, the boy and I didn't have any further interaction; after all, it was just a game.

Throughout my university life, I never lacked opportunities to play with men, basically letting them ejaculate several times a week. Of course, when I went home for holidays, it was my father's sex paradise. During the day, I sometimes played with my high school teachers, and I would sometimes go out with the boys I met on the bus and some of their friends, mainly for sex games. However, I'm very proud that compared to those promiscuous female classmates in college who lost their virginity early, I'm still a virgin. I'm infinitely purer than them.

After graduation, because of my good grades, I went abroad to study and lived with my mother. I have no interest in white, black, or any other race, and my new school doesn't have any good Asian male targets yet, so my story has temporarily come to an end. But now I have my new girlfriend with me, and I'm just as happy sexually.

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