Mei Jie's underwear

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My name is Ahua, but because I'm big, everyone calls me Big-Headed Hua. I'm 19 years old and a sophomore at **College. The school was originally a military academy but was converted into a science and engineering school, so there are always more girls than girls, which is why I've never had a girlfriend, and it's really lonely. My best friend Ashui and I share a four-person dorm room, along with a bookish guy with glasses who's focused on graduate school entrance exams and our walking money bag, Liu Gongzi. The four of us have our own social circles, and we're having a pretty good time.
On the first day of school after summer vacation, Liu Gongzi's mother's mahjong partner hired someone to clean the house, saying it was just to check the water, electricity, and gas. This family lives abroad and has left their penthouse apartment in a downtown building empty. The lady of the house is returning to China the day after tomorrow, so they're hiring someone to help the maintenance worker check it. Liu Gongzi naturally didn't want to waste this time, so under his coercion and enticement of promising a big red envelope and a week's worth of chicken cutlet rice, Ashui and I slowly sneaked over to the downtown apartment.
The apartment is on the top floor of the building, and we got the elevator code from the lady of the house via text message, which took us directly to the top floor. After the lady of the house remotely opened the door, it unlocked automatically. This was the best apartment in the entire building, occupying the top three floors. Entering from the top floor, there was a living room, study, kitchen, and guest room in that order; the next floor had a master bedroom, children's room, study room, and playroom. The master bedroom's bathroom was even larger than our dormitory room; the floor below that had a movie room that doubled as a meeting room, a billiards room, and two storage rooms—strangely, these two storage rooms were inaccessible. The inspector was quick and efficient, packing up and leaving in less than an hour. Ah Shui and I were locking the door and discussing how to rip off Young Master Liu when suddenly my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
"Is this Ah Hua? This is Ah Mei. Are you still in my house?" Her voice was sweet but not cloying, like the glutinous rice wine of a rural Anhui family in May, leaving a lingering fragrance. I vaguely remembered that Liu had mentioned the house's owner was named Amei, so I quickly said,
"I'm Ahua. We're just leaving. Is there anything else we need to take care of?"
Ashui kept winking at me; he had planned to go to the movies with a female student from his department after getting the money and didn't want to waste any more time.
"No, no, I just wanted to thank you. Oh, by the way, there's a document in the drawer of the walk-in closet in the bedroom. Could you take it to the security guard for me? I want to get it done today. Thank you."
Ashui was impatient, so I secretly winked at him to let him go first. How disloyal of him! After shooing Ashui away, I hurried downstairs to the walk-in closet in the master bedroom. The closet was divided into two sections, with wheeled combination locks on the drawers inside. The items were in the drawers.
"The password is 846291, that's my measurements!"
"Aunt Mei..." "
Hahahaha, I'm just a mahjong partner of Xiao Liu's mother, not her peer. You can call me Sister Mei. Remember! Don't call a woman old, or she'll hold a grudge for life! It's on the far left, bottom layer, a yellow kraft paper package with 'Agreement AB37' written on it. Take it to the doorman after locking the door, thank you! I'll definitely make Xiao Liu thank you! Bye-bye."
I was defeated by this woman, so I sped up my work.
I found the item smoothly, but I couldn't close the drawer. The combination lock wouldn't close if it wasn't closed properly, so I had to open the entire drawer to sort it out.
Opening the second to last drawer, my heart skipped a beat. It was full of underwear. Although I'd seen plenty of underwear drying in the girls' dorms at school, a drawer full of women's underwear displayed in front of you was still quite shocking. Lace, openwork, silk, cotton, blends, and so on—most of them were thongs with only thin straps on the sides. Looking at these panties, imagining Sister Mei's 84/62/91 figure in them, my little brother immediately got aroused. The worst part was the faint stains on them; I could imagine them clinging to Sister Mei's private parts, absorbing her bodily fluids little by little with the movement of her thighs, leaving barely noticeable marks. Some of the thongs even had holes cut in the front; I could easily imagine something going in and out of Sister Mei's body, reaching deep inside.
Calm down! Calm down! This is a stranger's house; I can't do anything embarrassing, or the guy with glasses will laugh himself to death. I tried the combination lock but couldn't close it, so I had to remove the third-to-last drawer. My God! Pajamas! A whole drawer full of sexy pajamas! There were Japanese-style pajamas, lace see-through ones, and even a black bodysuit in catgirl stockings—it was a real treat! Pajamas were piled haphazardly in the drawer, some probably unwashed after being worn, as sweat stains and other marks had hardened, giving off a slightly sour yet subtly sweet smell.
I was considering opening the fourth drawer from the bottom, but had to to close it. A drawer full of pantyhose, all worn, smelling sour and with a barely perceptible sweetness. Except for a few intact pairs, the crotches were still stiff. The pantyhose with torn crotches had thick water stains—undoubtedly Mei-jie's love fluid. Flipping this drawer to the bottom, a few pantyhose caught my attention; a layer of wax surrounded the edges of the torn crotches. I couldn't resist anymore, grabbed one of Mei-jie's lace thongs, and started thrusting. I curled the lace thong into a ball, the friction of the lace intensifying the engorgement of my glans. The feeling of wanting something but not being able to have it, combined with the lace's edge stimulating my peeling glans, created a sensation. In my right hand, I held another silk thong, the red silk thong clearly showing traces of vaginal fluid. I buried my nose between the thongs, the mingled sensations of sour, sweet, and pungent stimulating my senses. I felt Mei Jie's legs clamping down on my face, forcing my tongue and nose to slowly stimulate the depths of her flower.
"A little deeper!...Ah!...Ah!...Ah! Harder!...Ah!...Ah!...Ah! Thrust into me! Fuck me! Fuck my hole!...Ah!...Ah~~! Shoot on my panties!...Ah~~~!...Ah~!...Ah~~~!...Ah~~~! Don't stop! Harder!...Ah!...Ah!...Ah! So good! So full!...Ah!...Ah!...Ah!...Shoot inside! Shoot me! Shoot me!...Ah!...Ah!...Ah!" At this moment, it was as if Sister Mei appeared in front of me. I wanted to press her down but found that I couldn't move my body. Her little hole quickly enveloped my penis. Her little hole was warm and tight, and the overflowing lustful water enveloped my penis. The fleshy buds inside my hole were churning my glans, surging up and down my foreskin, making me unable to stop.
The powerlessness after ejaculation pulled me back to reality. The thong in my hand was already soaked with semen. The coolness was like a woman's delicate skin, and the smoothness was like the invigorating sensation of a vagina. I don't know when, but I found myself with the silk thong in my mouth. The sour taste made my penis feel a lingering tingling sensation even after ejaculation.
I discovered that I had scattered sexy lingerie, underwear, and pantyhose all over the floor, and I had finished masturbating naked on top of this pile. The air was thick with a sour smell, a mixture of my sweat, semen, Mei-jie's vaginal fluid, and other men's scents.
A cold shower calmed me down. I quickly stuffed the underwear stained with my semen into a plastic bag, and sorted all the underwear, pantyhose, and sexy lingerie into drawers, setting passwords. An hour had passed by the time I finished cleaning the walk-in closet. I hurriedly locked the door, put the envelope away, tied the plastic bag tightly, and boarded the subway with Mei-jie's semen-stained underwear in my hand.
Time flew by, and another week passed in the blink of an eye. I hid the stolen underwear in the break room for part-time students on the top floor of the library. The break room had a row of broken lockers, arranged in a U-shape. Every day I volunteered to clean the break room, always being the last to leave.
After everyone else had left, I would take out Mei-jie's panties: a black lace pair, a red silk pair, a green sheer pair, a milky white cotton period panty, and a light blue cotton panty. There were three thongs and two cotton panties. The strings on the buttocks of the three thongs were worn very thin, indicating that Mei-jie really liked the feeling of the thin strings constricting her vagina and anus. The milky white period panty was newly bought; even during her period, Mei-jie seemed to enjoy the lace trim. I could almost see her playfully peeking out a little bit of pubic hair to tempt my penis, even while wearing it.
The light blue panties looked very dignified at first glance, but in reality, the vulva had been deliberately rubbed very thin, almost transparent. The thickest layer of moisture was on these panties, as if Sister Mei was repeatedly rubbing her vulva through them. The overflowing vaginal fluid revealed Sister Mei's plump and tight vulva. The opening and closing of her vulva stimulated her clitoris, causing it to rise and fall, further wetting the blue panties and making them transparent.
For a week straight, every night I rubbed my penis with Sister Mei's panties, each time causing it to swell and ejaculate. The throbbing pain in my penis grew stronger, and the amount of semen on Sister Mei's panties increased. I was afraid that if others found out, they would laugh at me as a fetishist, but the thought that these panties had once been close to a woman's private parts was an irresistible psychological urge.
One day, Sister Mei suddenly called me from a second phone number. My worst fears came true; Sister Mei definitely knew I had stolen her panties. I was in big trouble. I answered the phone tremblingly.
"Hua Zai? It's Sister Mei. Are you free?"
"I...it's me, Sister Mei. What's up?"
"Oh, thank you and Ah Shui for what happened last time. Did Xiao Liu thank you?"
"Yes, he did. Should I tell Xiao Liu to go see him?" (Quickly shifting the blame to Xiao Liu is the best course of action.)
"I'm not looking for Xiao Liu. I'm just looking for you. The thing you delivered last time was very important. The client was very satisfied and specifically asked me to treat you to dinner. Could you do me the honor?"
"Oh, I'm treating?"
"Silly girl, it's my treat. Come to my house for a casual meal. My cooking is pretty good. How about you come at 7:30?"
"Ah. Sure!" (Thinking about seeing those beautiful women in their underwear, I decided to think like the person above.)
It's never good to go to a woman's house empty-handed. I bought a bouquet of lilies at a flower shop on the way and hurriedly squeezed onto the subway, feeling uneasy. I went in and took the elevator straight to the top floor. I took a deep breath in front of the door and knocked.
The door slowly opened, and a delicate hand held the edge of the door, slowly opening it. A face came into view. A pair of alluring eyes, like a boundless ocean, seemed to look into them; a slightly upturned nose hinted at mischief, and a smile played on her lips, revealing a hint of disdain and aloofness. Her neck was snow-white, her collarbones proudly protruding, pushing up her black low-cut top and revealing a cleavage of at least a D-cup. Her slender waist turned gracefully, a crimson belt loosely fastened, and looking down, her 91cm full hips were accentuated by the red mini-skirt. She must have been wearing a thong, otherwise the visible curves of her underwear would have ruined the skirt's overall silhouette. She wore casual shoes barefoot, the veins on her ankles and wrists slightly visible, tempting one to touch them. But the most beautiful feature was her pair of jade-like hands; her right hand had pink nail polish, adorned with a few peach blossoms, making her slightly bony palm resemble a fan painted with peach blossoms and landscapes. (I was just wondering why her left hand wasn't painted, and her nails weren't very long.)
Sister Mei smiled warmly, "Ahua is such a handsome man, welcome, welcome."
"Thank you, Sister Mei. I happened to pass by a flower shop and they had lilies, just a little something for you."
"Oh, I love lilies the most. Ahua is so thoughtful."
"Not at all."
At the dinner table, Sister Mei opened a bottle of red wine, the glistening liquid clinging to the glass. Sister Mei laughed and said, "A man should drink it all in one gulp," raising her glass and downing it in one go. I couldn't back down in front of a woman, so I downed my glass of red wine in one go; the wine was slightly spicy. Sister Mei watched me swallow, then suddenly leaned over the table, her breasts almost spilling out from the neckline of her black low-cut blouse—she wasn't wearing a bra. Sister Mei gently pulled down her collar, and one snow-white, delicate breast sprang out, the nipple gradually becoming erect and engorged under the stimulation of her left index and middle fingers. I wanted to pull away, but I found I didn't even have the strength to blink. Mei Jie sat cross-legged at the dining table, her super-short pencil skirt already pulled down to her waist. It turned out she wasn't even wearing a thong. Her fleshy vulva faced me, her pubic hair sparse, the two tender labia already engorged and ready to burst forth. She gently parted her vaginal opening with her left hand, and I saw the inner walls of her vagina open like a bottomless abyss. Her vagina wasn't loose at all; the entrance was small, and the flesh behind the labia was tender, with ample vaginal fluid gushing out with each twitch of her left hand. Mei Jie masturbated for a while, then took the lilies I had brought, selected a few with thicker stems, tied them together, put a condom on the base of the stem, and inserted the stem into her vagina. With each thrust, the lilies hit my face, obstructing my view, and Mei Jie's cries grew louder. "
Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my itchy hole! ...Ah! ...Ah~~! Harder! I'm a little slut who needs to be fucked! ...Ah~~~! ...Ah~!" ...Ah~~~! ...Ah~~~! Don't stop! Fuck me! Fuck my little slut! Harder! ...Ah! ...Ah! ...Ah! So good! So full! ...Ah! ...Ah! ...Ah! Shoot inside! Shoot me! Shoot me! ...Ah! ...Ah! ...Ah! I want it! Mmm! Mmm ah! ...Ah! ...Ah! ...Ah! "With each rise and fall of her cries, Sister Mei's movements grew larger and faster. Finally, the petals were crushed on my face, and the base of her thighs had turned a vibrant green. Sister Mei tossed aside the bouquet, poured red wine onto her own breasts, her vagina convulsing with each breath, washing away the lily stems. Sister Mei put down the wine bottle, pulled up my arms, and I leaned forward, landing squarely on her breasts. Instantly, red wine flooded my mouth and nose, forcing me to cough. Sister Mei used a scarlet belt to fasten her waist and secure my head, slowly pouring the red wine down, her vagina rubbing against my face with the wine. A slightly pungent, sweet smell filled the air..." It was that familiar scent from the dressing room last time. After a few gentle rubs, Sister Mei quickened her pace, her vaginal contractions widening, the vaginal fluids exceeding the alcohol, and I slowly lost consciousness.
I had a very long dream, a dream with a long, endless staircase, until I opened my eyes. I found myself naked on a large bed, my hands and feet tightly bound in a spread-eagle position, a slight tearing sensation in my genitals. I looked down; my manhood was still there, but unfortunately, my pubic hair had been shaved clean. My mouth was pried open, and something foul and wet had been stuffed inside. A surge of anger welled up within me, and I decided I would make that bitch Sister Mei submit to me.
"Yes! Yes! Not bad, but it's a pity the unconsciousness didn't last as long as you said, it almost failed. Biological agents are nothing special after all. He's awake, I'm going now. Bye-bye."
A woman wearing a cat mask and a Japanese school swimsuit climbed onto the bed—it was indeed Sister Mei.
"My servant, does it hurt? It breaks my heart." "Ignoring my angry glare, Sister Mei turned on the projector, projecting a huge screen onto the ceiling. She then leaned over to my side, her delicate hands slowly grasping my penis.
The video was of me, showing the scene of me masturbating in her walk-in closet last time. This woman had installed multiple cameras in the closet, recording the whole thing. Halfway through, I realized that I had ejaculated on her underwear more than once last time. Several pieces of underwear stained with semen had been stuffed back into the drawer in a daze, no wonder she found out. Sister Mei watched the video while stroking my penis. As I masturbated more intensely in the video, her hands became stronger and stronger, completely losing their delicate feel. Unlike the forceful masturbation of an ordinary man, Sister Mei reached out and formed a ring around my testicles, rubbing the base of my testicles with three fingers, while her other hand..." Her fingers remained extended, pressing against the opening of my penis, while her other fingers gripped and released, rubbing and stretching the penis. The stimulation in the middle was less intense, but the stimulation at the opening and base of my testicles was even more pronounced. I had initially tried to resist to avoid being looked down upon, but the stimulation at the base of my testicles caused them to contract uncontrollably, and the pressure from the opening and closing of the glans increased the frequency of these contractions. Within minutes, my semen gushed out. Mei Jie bent down and cleaned me with her mouth. She slowly retracted the foreskin and used her tongue to carefully remove the smegma from the crevices, but this stimulation only made me more uncomfortable. Mei Jie cleaned very meticulously, and soon the sticky feeling of the semen disappeared, replaced by the warmth of Mei Jie's saliva. Mei Jie took out a pink thong and slowly smeared a mouthful of semen on it, her face beaming.
“I’ve worn this thong for three days, and the one you’re talking about, I’ve only worn for two days, though I went to the gym once. Change it up, little guy.” Sister Mei pulled the thong out of my mouth, and before I could even speak, another one was already stuffed into my mouth. It was the first time I’d ever smelled the stench of my own semen, and it took me a few minutes to get used to it.
“Come in!” Are there other people in Sister Mei’s house? I figured I was going to die here this time, and tears welled up in my eyes at the thought. “Don’t cry? I’ve prepared a great compensation for you!” Sister Mei smiled even more happily. The door opened, and a woman appeared in the doorway. The same cat mask and Japanese school swimsuit, only her breasts were smaller, and her figure was somewhat withered, like an unappealing high school student.
“A fresh virgin, I’ve seen that bud, it’s really beautiful and luscious. You’re lucky, kid. Be gentle with her later.” Sister Mei got up and led the woman in, putting her on the bed. Sister Mei hugged the woman from behind, rubbing her breasts and genitals with her hands. The woman seemed to be experiencing this for the first time, writhing wildly in Mei Jie's arms. With a series of "rip, rip," Mei Jie tore off the fabric of the swimsuit covering the woman's chest and genitals, then tore off the fabric of her own chest and genitals. It turned out that these swimsuits were designed for easy sex; they just had a few convenient clips on the breasts and genitals, and once removed, the genitals were practically naked.
Mei Jie made the girl sit on my face, took the thong out of my mouth, and forced down several mouthfuls of red wine to wash away the taste of semen. She commanded, "Lick her pussy. If she doesn't get wet, you'll be in a lot of pain later." Unlike Mei Jie's vulva, the woman's pubic hair was as thick as a grassland. As my tongue entered, the woman resisted, her tongue pushing forward but rarely touching the flesh. Suddenly, a force struck, and the woman's vaginal opening completely enveloped my tongue. I desperately pushed my tongue forward, but the woman's vaginal fluid only increased.
"Mmm... Ah~~~! It's so sore! It hurts so much!... Ah~~~! No! It hurts so much... Ah~~~!... Ah~~~!... Ah~~~!... Ah~~~! It's so sore!... Ah~~~! Sister Mei!... Ah~~~!... Ah~~~! Sister Mei... Ah~~~!... Ah~~~!"

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