Desire! The Fall of a Young Girl!

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Desire! The Fall of a Young Girl!
For the first eighteen years of my life, I lived in a city surrounded by mountains. The city was bustling and beautiful, with a river flowing through it and merchants constantly coming and going. But this had little to do with me; I just lived in a small corner of this big city, leading an ordinary life day after day.

My parents were very good to me, listening to my troubles and encouraging me through my hardships. I focused all my attention on my studies. In my first year of high school, I was in an ordinary class, but a year later I successfully entered the advanced class, which was my way of repaying them for their tolerance of my willfulness.

Under the increasing pressure of my studies, I started reading BL (Boys' Love) novels. That's right, it's about love between men. The more abusive the content, the more I liked it: bondage, whipping, anal sex, enslavement... there were even stories about transgender and intersex people. I never imagined that my tastes had become so extreme without me even realizing it. But I don't expect same-sex relationships in real life because I've always felt they would ruin the beauty of the story.

I secretly liked a boy, but never confessed. I stayed up until midnight to be the first to wish him a happy birthday, made his favorite fried rice, and sat in the seat closest to the window so I could see him every time he passed by our classroom.

But I didn't confess, not because he was too outstanding or I was too ordinary. On the contrary, I was so proud, yet so passionately in love with him. I'm 1.68 meters tall, which is quite outstanding in our area. Besides, although I'm not a busty bombshell or a goddess, I have a good figure, delicate features, and even with the most unfashionable ponytail, I've always been praised for being quiet and elegant.

After the college entrance exams, I left home for a university far away. For the past few months, I had been heartbroken because he had gotten together with another girl. I even started dressing up in a somewhat unhealthy way, wearing miniskirts and black stockings to class reunions, hanging out with several boys who had feelings for me. Over the past few years, they had all expressed their feelings, but I had never paid them any attention. Now, however, I was brazenly surrounded by them in a karaoke room, my heart restless as the night deepened. I silently allowed them to place their hands on my shoulders, waist, and even thighs, pretending to be drunk and letting them grope me as they pleased.

As if they had suddenly understood my hints, their fingers became increasingly invasive. Some hands slid slowly down my back, others circled my stockinged legs, and still others gently kneaded my breasts, tugging at my already erect nipples. It was then that I discovered my body was unusually sensitive. Even the lightest touches on my back and arms sent shivers of pleasure through my body. When they boldly caressed my inner thighs, even sneaking under my skirt to tease my genitals, I had to exert considerable effort to suppress my moans, lest I further arouse them. Even though I knew my flushed face already betrayed the will of this honest body. I'm also grateful for my parents' upbringing; everyone left early and went home, no one stayed out overnight, so naturally they couldn't take anything further.

A month passed like this, and when it was time to leave, I packed my bags, ended my ambiguous relationships with all the men, let go of my feelings for him, and went to my university.

I started being a good girl, waking up early, running, attending classes, studying, becoming a class representative, and joining the student council. I gradually became well-known in my department because I became increasingly aloof in crowded situations, quite different from those girls filled with ambition or arrogance. But also because of my cool demeanor, pretty face, and of course, increasingly better figure, I was very popular with the boys, although I didn't have any deep relationships with any of them.

I met my current boyfriend, Xiaofeng, while organizing an event. He was quite well-known in his college, tall and somewhat handsome; some girls even asked for his contact information online.

Deep down, we were similar: outgoing, enjoying unrestrained and carefree behavior with friends, yet maintaining a cool and aloof demeanor in public.

Three months of university life passed in the blink of an eye, and Xiaofeng and I had been dating for a month. He gradually learned about my love for BL (Boys' Love) fiction, often just silently listening to me recount all the BL stories I'd read. But what I didn't tell him was that I was starting to immerse myself more deeply in the stories, especially in the role of the submissive character. In the dead of night, I often fantasize about being the bottom in a story, bound and imprisoned in a deserted basement or storage room, with large vibrators inserted into my vagina and anus, my juices flowing uncontrollably.

In this environment, I'm constantly being fucked until my eyes glaze over, or subjected to all sorts of humiliation—gang-raped by beggars, disciplined and abused by prostitutes, even forced into a submissive, dog-like position, being gang-raped by male dogs.

This side of me is hidden deep inside; no one has ever known it. But I think I'm starting to lose the ability to hide it from Xiaofeng.

And Xiaofeng isn't exactly an innocent young boy. Once, I went to karaoke with some guys from my department. A few of them had previously pursued me. Knowing this, one of them sent me a message while I was singing, attaching a picture of his favorite adult film actress. Damn it! That girl has no breasts, is of average height, and all she has is a pretty face. She's a woman who's been with countless men.

I decided to punish Xiaofeng properly, in my own way.

A few days later, on the night we celebrated our one-month anniversary, I deliberately wore a light blue denim dress with a wide-open neckline, revealing a large expanse of white, smooth flesh and a slight cleavage. The hem of the dress only reached halfway down my thighs, then extended down to reveal two long, slender legs in black stockings. I didn't choose a very sheer one, but when I bent my knees and sat down, a glimpse of my skin still showed, enough to make anyone's blood boil.

I wasn't wearing makeup; I've always been very confident in my natural face. I went out like this, and my date with Fengzi for the evening began.

As usual, we strolled hand in hand across the playground, couples passing by. As the last bit of sunlight slowly faded, I gently pulled Fengzi to a secluded corner. The surrounding trees subtly shaded us, and luckily, other couples hadn't yet claimed this "secret" spot. Here, I would put my plan into action!

"Fengzi," I gently nudged him against the tree trunk.

"Xiao Qiong, what's wrong?" He was still smiling gently at me, but his eyes looked so lewd.

I didn't answer him, but instead, I suddenly stretched my right hand, which was holding him, towards his crotch.

"Ugh..." Xiao Feng's face changed instantly; it was that feeling of wanting to scream but not being able to.

"How is it? Feeling good, huh?" I smugly grabbed the thing in my hand; why was it still so limp?

"What are you doing? Stop grabbing!" Xiao Feng suddenly growled, startling me.

"What am I doing?" I replied aggrievedly, "Don't you guys all like girls using their hands on you, you know what?" I even used "you know what" to refer to it, humph, it's just a penis.

Xiao Feng could only give a wry smile: "Yes, I like it, but not that I like you grabbing my balls." ? ?

? Balls?

Seeing my astonished expression, Xiaofeng looked at me in disbelief: "You don't know that guys have balls besides dicks, do you? That's where sperm is stored." "

Ah!" I gasped softly, instinctively covering my mouth. After watching so many BL movies, all I knew was to force myself on someone, but I didn't know that there were two balls underneath that thing!

囧o(╯□╰)o

Knowing that Xiaofeng must have been in a lot of pain from my grab, I felt a pang of guilt. Since that's the case, then forget it, I won't punish you, I'll make it up to you.

Just as Xiaofeng was speechless, I gently pulled down his sweatpants and slipped my hand inside his underwear.

"Xiao Qiong?" Before he could say anything, I silenced him with a deep kiss. I realized I actually have the potential to be a dominant one.

Xiaofeng's underwear was burning hot, and when I gently grasped his still-unerected penis, I felt it twitch noticeably. Naturally, I grabbed it without hesitation and gently massaged the glans. Feeling the softness in my hand quickly harden, I began to gently stroke it up and down, then the frequency increased.

"Mmm," "Mmm," Xiaofeng seemed lost in the moment, even his struggles were weak. I naturally became even more excited, not just stroking it, but also kneading his penis, even teasing his testicles.

"Hmph, okay, I'm leaving." Just as Xiaofeng's expression gradually became so intoxicated that he could barely feel anything except my delicate hands, I decided to stop. This was his punishment. I slipped away while he was burning with lust. Hmph, you can keep fantasizing about your AV goddess, I'm not playing along. Besides, I didn't want to provoke his animalistic nature too much. If it weren't for the crowd on this playground, I really wouldn't dare do this, afraid he'd just pin me down. Although I still had the upper hand so far, considering our height and strength, once he went berserk, I'd have almost no chance of resisting.

Sigh, girls always dating tall, strong guys isn't a good thing, it's too unsafe.

But things clearly didn't go as I expected. Sensing my departure, Xiaofeng suddenly opened his eyes. I swear I'd never seen him like this before—completely lifeless, but when he saw me, his attention seemed to focus instantly, bursting with a fierce light.

He suddenly grabbed me and pushed me down. I knelt on the ground, my knees really hurt, but before I could even cry out, he pulled down his pants, and his penis was exposed. "Smack!" It hit my face.

How to describe the feeling at that moment? It was like something was aroused. I remembered those scenes, me sitting in the middle surrounded by those boys, their hands conquering my body. It felt like I suddenly lost all strength, or like I suddenly gave up some kind of restraint.

I obediently opened my mouth, accepting Xiaofeng's penis and his desire.

I learned oral sex techniques from BL, first slowly swirling my tongue around the glans, then slowly swallowing and releasing the penis. Even so, I was still quite inexperienced the first time, and I bit his huge penis several times.

Xiaofeng closed his eyes and silently enjoyed my service. After a while, he put his hand on my head and gently rubbed it, saying, "I like the way you kneel and serve me like this." He kept quiet, but I knew what he meant.

Perhaps it was fate; just a moment ago I was enjoying being a dominant, and the next moment I was reduced to my submissive self.

Qin Yiqiong, you're a bitch, a slut, you like kneeling and being humiliated and played with. As I thought this, my lower body started to get slightly wet, and then an unstoppable flow of fluid soaked my panties and spread down my thighs through my stockings. A drop or two slipped through my stockings, tracing a lewd arc.

Xiaofeng began his thrusting. He held my head, pumping rapidly and relentlessly. His massive cock mercilessly crushed my tongue and mouth, penetrating deep into my throat and then withdrawing, causing such pain and discomfort, yet I endured it until it became a sweet pleasure. My lower body became increasingly unbearable; I even put my hand inside, gently stroking my genitals and teasing my vagina.

"Ugh~ Huff~" Accompanied by Xiaofeng's low growl, a foul-smelling bullet exploded in my mouth, and my lower body seemed to reach its climax, my juices flowing freely. A tingling sensation shot from below straight to my brain, then I was instantly overwhelmed by pleasure.

Xiaofeng pulled his penis out, while I collapsed to the ground, too weak to get up for a long time. Xiaofeng wanted me to spit out the semen, but I casually rolled my eyes at him and slowly swallowed it.

Maybe I'll be eating it often in the future; I need to get used to it.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but smile softly.

For the first eighteen years of my life, I lived in a city surrounded by mountains. The city was prosperous and beautiful, with a river flowing through it, and merchants constantly coming and going. But this didn't concern me much; I just lived in a small corner of this big city, leading an ordinary life day after day.

My parents were very good to me, listening to my troubles and encouraging me through thick and thin. I focused all my attention on my studies. In my first year of high school, I was in a regular class, but a year later I successfully entered the advanced class, which was my way of repaying them for their tolerance of my willfulness.

Amidst the increasing academic pressure, I started reading BL (Boys' Love) novels. Yes, it's about love between men, and the more abusive the content, the more I liked it: bondage, whipping, anal sex, enslavement… even transgender and intersex themes. I never imagined my tastes had become so extreme without me realizing it. But I don't expect real-life same-sex relationships, because I always felt they would ruin the beauty of the stories.

I secretly developed a crush on a boy, but never confessed. I stayed up until midnight to be the first to wish him a happy birthday, made his favorite fried rice, and sat in the seat closest to the window so I could see him every time he passed by our classroom.

But I didn't confess my feelings, not because he was too outstanding or I was too ordinary. On the contrary, I was so proud, yet so passionately in love with him. I'm 1.68 meters tall, which is quite outstanding in our area. Besides, although I'm not a busty bombshell or a goddess, I'm well-proportioned with a delicate face. Even with the most unfashionable ponytail, I've always been praised for being quiet and elegant.

After the college entrance exam, I left home for a university far away. For the past few months, I'd been heartbroken because he got together with another girl, and I even started dressing up in a somewhat unhealthy way, wearing miniskirts and black stockings to classmate gatherings, mingling with several boys who had a crush on me. Over the past few years, they had expressed their feelings to me intermittently, but I had never paid them any attention. Now, however, I was shamelessly surrounded by them in the middle of a karaoke room, my heart pounding with restlessness as the night deepened. I tacitly allowed them to place their hands on my shoulders, waist, and even thighs with increasing boldness, pretending to be drunk and letting them grope

me at will. They seemed to have grasped my hints, and their fingers became increasingly invasive. Some hands slid slowly down my back, some circled my stockinged legs, and others gently kneaded my breasts, tugging at my nipples that had unknowingly become erect. It was at this moment that I discovered my body was unusually sensitive. Even the lightest touches on my back and arms sent shivers of pleasure through my body. When they boldly caressed my inner thighs, or even sneaked under my skirt to fondle my private parts, I had to exert considerable effort to suppress my moans, lest I further arouse them. Even though I knew my flushed face already betrayed the will of this honest body. Thanks to my parents' upbringing, everyone left early and went home, never staying out overnight, so naturally they couldn't take any further action.

A month passed like this, and when it was time to leave, I packed my bags, ended my ambiguous relationships with all the men, let go of my feelings for him, and went to my university.

I started being a good girl, waking up early, running, attending classes, studying, becoming a class representative, and joining the student council. I gradually became well-known in my department because I became increasingly aloof in larger groups, quite different from the girls who exuded ambition or arrogance. But also because of my cool demeanor, pretty face, and of course, increasingly better figure, I was quite popular with the boys, although I didn't have any deep relationships with any of them.

I met my current boyfriend, Xiaofeng, while organizing an event. He was also somewhat famous in his college, tall and rather handsome; some girls even asked for his contact information online.

Deep down, we were very similar: outgoing, enjoying unrestrained and carefree behavior with friends, yet maintaining a cool and aloof facade in public.

Three months of university life have passed in the blink of an eye, and I've been dating Xiaofeng for a month. He gradually learned about my love for BL (Boys' Love) novels, often just silently listening to me tell him about all the BL stories I've read. But what I didn't tell him was that I started to immerse myself more and more deeply in the plots, especially in the role of the bottom. In the dead of night, I often fantasized about being the bottom in the stories, being tied up and imprisoned in a basement or small storage room where no one would come, with a large vibrator inserted into my vagina and anus, my juices flowing uncontrollably all over the floor.

And in such an environment, I was constantly being fucked until my eyes went blank, or being humiliated in every way, gang-raped by beggars, trained and humiliated by prostitutes, even forced into a lowly bitch position, being gang-raped by male dogs.

This side of me was hidden deep inside, never known to anyone, but I felt I was gradually losing my composure in front of Xiaofeng.

Xiaofeng wasn't exactly an innocent young man. Once, I went to karaoke with some guys from my department, and a few of them had previously pursued me. Knowing this, he sent me a message while I was singing, attaching a picture of his favorite adult film actress. Damn it! That woman has no breasts, is of average height, and all she has is a pretty face; she's been with a thousand men.

I decided to punish Xiaofeng properly, in my own way.

A few days later, on the night we celebrated our one-month anniversary, I deliberately wore a light blue denim dress with a wide-open neckline, revealing a large expanse of white flesh and a hint of cleavage. The hem of the skirt only reached halfway down my thighs, revealing two long, slender legs clad in black stockings. I hadn't chosen a very sheer one, but when I bent my legs and sat down, glimpses of flesh still appeared, enough to make anyone

's blood boil. I wasn't wearing makeup; I'm always very confident in my natural face. So I went out, and my evening date with Fengzi began.

As usual, we strolled hand-in-hand across the playground, couples passing by. As the last rays of sunlight faded, I slowly led Fengzi to a secluded corner, where the surrounding trees subtly shaded us. Luckily, other couples hadn't yet claimed this "secret" spot, so I put my plan into action!

"Xiaofeng," I gently pushed him towards the tree trunk.

"Xiaoqiong, what's wrong?" He was still smiling gently at me, but his eyes looked so lewd.

I didn't answer him, but instead, I suddenly stretched my right hand, which was holding him, towards his crotch.

"Ugh..." Xiaofeng's face changed instantly, it was that feeling of wanting to scream but not being able to.

"How is it, pretty good, huh?" I smugly grabbed the thing in my hand, why was it still so soft.

"What are you doing, stop grabbing!" Xiaofeng suddenly growled, startling me.

"What am I doing?" I replied aggrievedly, "Don't you guys all like girls to use their hands on you, you know what?" I even used "you know what" to refer to it, humph, it's just a penis.

Xiaofeng could only manage a wry smile: "Yes, I like it, but not because I like you constantly grabbing my balls."

Balls?

Seeing my astonished expression, Xiaofeng looked at me incredulously: "You don't know that men have balls besides penises? That's where sperm is stored."

"Ah!" I gasped softly, instinctively covering my mouth. After watching so many BL movies, all I knew was to force myself on someone, but I didn't know there were two balls underneath that thing!

(囧o(╯□╰)o)

Knowing that Xiaofeng must have been in a lot of pain from my grab, I felt a pang of guilt. Since that's the case, fine, I won't punish you; I'll make it up to you.

Just as Xiaofeng was speechless, I gently pulled down his sweatpants and slipped my hand inside his underwear.

"Xiaoqiong?" Before he could say anything, I silenced him with a deep kiss. I realized I had the potential to be a dominant one.

Xiaofeng's underwear was burning hot, and when I gently grasped his still-unerected penis, I felt it twitch noticeably. I naturally grabbed it without hesitation and gently massaged the glans. Feeling the softness in my hand quickly harden, I began to gently stroke it up and down, then the frequency increased.

"Mmm," "Mmm," Xiaofeng seemed to be lost in the moment, even his struggles were weak. I became even more excited, not just stroking him, but also kneading his penis and even teasing his testicles.

"Hmph, alright, I'm leaving." Just as Xiaofeng's expression gradually became so intoxicated that he could hardly feel anything except my delicate hands, I decided to stop. This was my punishment for him; I would leave while he was burning with desire. Hmph, you can keep fantasizing about your AV goddess, I'm not playing along. Besides, I didn't want to arouse his animalistic nature too much. If it weren't for the crowds on this playground, I really wouldn't dare to do this, afraid he would just pin me down. Although I still had the initiative so far, considering our height and strength, once he became unrestrained, I would have almost no chance of resisting.

Sigh, it's no good for girls to always date tall, strong guys; it's too unsafe.

But things clearly didn't go as I expected. Sensing my departure, Xiaofeng suddenly opened his eyes. I swear I've never seen him like this before—completely lifeless, but when he saw me, his attention seemed to focus instantly, bursting forth with a fierce light.

He suddenly grabbed me and pushed me down. I knelt on the ground, my knees really hurt, but before I could even cry out in pain, he suddenly pulled down his pants, and his penis was exposed. "Slap!" It hit my face.

How can I describe the feeling at that moment? It was like being aroused by something. I remembered those scenes, me sitting in the middle surrounded by those guys, their hands still ravaging my body. It felt like all my strength had vanished, or like I'd suddenly released some kind of constraint.

I obediently opened my mouth, accepting Xiaofeng's penis and his desire.

I tried to learn oral sex techniques from BL magazines, first gently swirling my tongue around the glans, then slowly swallowing and releasing his shaft. Even so, being a first-timer, I was still quite clumsy, biting his large penis several times.

Xiaofeng closed his eyes, silently enjoying my service. After a while, he placed his hand on my head and gently rubbed it, saying, "I love the way you kneel and serve me like this." He didn't say anything more, but I knew what he meant.

Perhaps it was fate; just moments before I was enjoying being a dominant, and the next moment I was reduced to a submissive.

Qin Yiqiong, you're a whore, a slut, you like kneeling and being humiliated and played with. Thinking this, my lower body began to get slightly wet, then an unstoppable flow of fluid soaked my panties, spreading down my stockings and onto my thighs. A drop or two trickled down through the stockings, tracing a lewd arc.

Xiaofeng began to thrust. He held my head, pumping rapidly and relentlessly. That huge cock mercilessly crushed my tongue, my mouth, penetrating deep into my throat and then pulling out again—the pain was unbearable, yet I endured it until it became a pleasure. My lower body became increasingly unbearable; I even put my hands inside, gently stroking my genitals, teasing my vagina.

"Ugh~ Huff~" Accompanied by Xiaofeng's low growl, a foul-smelling bullet exploded in my mouth, and my lower body seemed to reach its climax, with a gush of vaginal fluid. A tingling sensation shot from below to my brain, then was instantly overwhelmed by pleasure.

Xiaofeng pulled his penis out, but I slumped to the ground, unable to get up for a long time. Xiaofeng wanted me to spit out the semen, but I casually rolled my eyes at him and slowly swallowed it.

Maybe I'll be eating them often in the future, I need to get used to it soon.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but chuckle softly.

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