Peeping into the sexual intercourse scenes of contemporary college students

Around 8 PM on November 8, 1998, I was studying in Building 9. Feeling exhausted, I went to the stairwell for some fresh air. I wandered around the second-floor lobby on the north side for a while, then, feeling bored, I went up the central staircase to the fifth floor and headed towards the northeast corner of the stairwell.
I slowly descended to the stairwell between the fourth and fifth floors. It was already dark, so I lit a cigarette and leisurely smoked. Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound under my feet. Could it be…? It was an open secret that couples in Building 9 were often intimate.
On the afternoon of May 30th, I saw Wang Ling and Song Tao enter the northeast corner of the stairwell, presumably to be intimate. I went up the north staircase to the fifth floor and slowly descended to the stairwell between the fourth and fifth floors. I quietly bent down, but unexpectedly saw two other people. The boy was sitting on the stairs against the wall, and the girl was sitting next to him, wearing a black knee-length skirt. I felt somewhat disappointed, yet unwilling to leave. So I waited patiently.
Sure enough, after a few minutes, I heard a series of pleasurable moans coming from downstairs. I bent down to look and saw the girl's legs spread wide, and the boy's hand was already inside her skirt, rapidly rubbing himself. The girl's moans grew faster and faster, and the boy couldn't hold back any longer, pulling her up with his bare hands. I thought they were coming up, so I hurriedly ran up to the fifth floor.
After a while, seeing no movement, I quietly went back to the old spot and heard a rustling sound, followed by them going downstairs. I was quite disappointed and followed them downstairs. When I got to where they had been standing, I found a puddle of liquid on the ground. I bent down to smell it, and it had a fishy, foul odor. It turned out to be the boy's semen. I hurriedly chased them downstairs and realized that they were two members of the Communist Party from the class of '94. They later both went on to graduate school without taking the entrance exam.
From then on, I knew the secret of Building 9.
During the summer vacation, I attended a graduate school entrance exam preparation class and didn't go home. One afternoon, I went to the old spot again. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps downstairs. I waited patiently for a while and looked down. It was Yu Huahua from the accounting class and his girlfriend. She was wearing a dress.
Yu Huahua was holding her tightly, his hands kneading her full buttocks, and she was making soft moans.
After a while, he let go of her, reached up and pulled up her pants, and put his hand inside her panties, gently kneading them. Her panties were pure white and somewhat transparent. I could see his fingers rubbing up and down her mons pubis, very gently. Unfortunately, their good time didn't last long; someone came upstairs. They had to give up.
After that, I had many more "romantic encounters"... What would happen today?
I quietly went to my observation spot, peeked out, and saw a figure leaning against the wall, making rapid moaning sounds. I couldn't help but wonder, "Can someone alone enjoy this much?" I waited a while longer, and the moaning became more and more intoxicating, mixed with "squeak, squeak" sounds, like the sound of a large wooden stick stirring a pot of thick porridge. I couldn't help but get excited. This is going to be interesting tonight!
Sure enough, the moans grew louder and louder, turning into low "ah, ah" cries, clearly a girl's voice. But how could she be enjoying it alone? Just then, she let out a "ha!" and the hallway lights came on!
Everything was laid bare! The girl was slumped against the wall, wearing a green jacket and light blue jeans, but her pants (including her underwear) were all pulled down to her thighs. Her sweater hung down, covering her lower abdomen, but not her genitals. I could clearly see her thick, black, curly pubic hair.
Sure enough, there was a boy, wearing a brown jacket, squatting on the ground, rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out of her vagina, making a "shh, shh" sound. When his fingers were pulled out, the vaginal fluid on them reflected the light, glistening. His fingers went in and out, constantly pushing her labia in and out, ten... So wanton. She was completely lost in ecstasy, oblivious to the people watching, her eyes tightly shut, emitting deathly moans until her climax… After they finished, she hurriedly pulled up her pants, hugged him again, and rushed downstairs.
I went to where they had been standing, stomped my foot, and the light came on. I saw a puddle of liquid on the ground, undoubtedly his semen. This suggested he must have been too nervous and ejaculated within minutes, hence the need for him to satisfy her with his hand. However, her libido was probably already aroused; otherwise, she would have let him help her. My assistant was a lecher. Unfortunately, I arrived too late!
Time was running out, and I had to study hard to prepare for the postgraduate entrance exam. So I went to Building 5 to study until January 22, 1999, when I returned to Building 9.
The school was already on holiday, and everyone studying in Building 9 was preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam. I thought there would be fewer "romantic encounters." Unexpectedly… Around 4:30 PM on January 23, 1999, I went back to my dorm to get a book. On my way back, I unintentionally ended up on the fifth floor again, heading to my "old haunt." Just as I arrived, I heard someone coming up from downstairs. I… through the crack in the stairs… Peering through the gap, I saw a man and a woman. The man was wearing a gray jacket, and the woman a bright orange coat. They were both wearing black jeans, so they must be a couple.
I hadn't planned to stay long, but their actions immediately caught my attention. I looked down and saw the man kneeling on the ground, lifting her coat with one hand and beginning to suckle her breasts forcefully.
She couldn't withstand his frenzied assault and slowly began to moan, but her voice was very low, like a sigh, so quiet that no one could detect anything different. She even seemed to be bending over... This allowed his head to move more freely.
After a few minutes, she seemed to hear a sound, softly saying, "It sounds like someone's there," and quickly pushed him away, turning to face the window to straighten her clothes. This was terrible for him! His newly aroused passion couldn't be released; he could only desperately suppress it, the pain of which is unimaginable. So, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and leaned against the wall to smoke.
Thinking I'd been discovered, I quietly retreated to the fifth floor. After a while, my intuition told me he definitely wouldn't give up. So, I quietly went back into position.
Sure enough... However, they didn't leave. I heard her soft, gentle moans; she must be enjoying her "milking" very much! I spotted them in the corner of the stairwell through the reflection from the fourth-floor door. Knowing the target's location is crucial for better observation. I slowly moved down, and then I noticed something was off about her voice; she seemed to be struggling to breathe. She must be enjoying it, but afraid to shout, hence the breathlessness.
When I bent down for a closer look, I almost couldn't breathe myself!
I witnessed the most pleasurable scene I'd ever seen: she was facing the wall, about a meter away, with two... She spread her legs, using her hands to support her head, naturally sticking her buttocks out. Her orange-red coat was already lifted, and her black jeans were pulled down to her thighs, revealing her entire snow-white buttocks, though unfortunately, he was covering them. He stood behind her, also with his legs spread, but his hands gripped her waist, thrusting back and forth, relentlessly attacking her!
This rear-entry position allowed for very deep penetration, so she must have been enjoying it immensely, but she dared not cry out, only exhaling heavily, truly aggrieved for her.
He, on the other hand, was completely at ease; this position allowed him free movement. He manipulated her at will, so his movements were incredibly fast, trembling like he was being electrocuted. Her juices must have flowed like the Yangtze River, and his penis rubbed against her, making "squeak, squeak" sounds; his thrusts must have been incredibly smooth. His stomach slapped her soft, white buttocks rapidly with a "slap, slap."
They were both very careful to control their volume, but in the heat of passion, they couldn't care less. After about two minutes, he slipped his hand under her sweater and began to knead her breasts. She finally let out a loud, joyful moan, and he was also approaching orgasm!
After a while, he pulled his hand out, hugged her waist tightly, and thrust a few more times with all his might. Finally, he raised his neck, gripped her waist tightly, and stopped thrusting, only trembling slightly. She also let out a long breath, trembling along with him. He would occasionally thrust inward, making "humming" sounds, his pent-up sexual desire finally released with the ejaculation of his semen.
He then slumped against her back. She turned her head to kiss him, and it was at this moment that I saw her face. It turned out they were from the Physics Department, class of '99.
The entire ejaculation process lasted about ten seconds; I wondered how many sperm had ventured into her uterus to explore. However, I couldn't figure out whether they had used contraception or if it was a safe period. They didn't use withdrawal like other couples, but instead engaged in such intimate acts, truly making one envious!
After he ejaculated, he slowly withdrew from her body. She immediately pulled up her pants and began to tidy herself up. He had only unzipped his pants, which was easy to handle, but it was more troublesome for her. Suddenly, I had a mischievous urge to scare them.
So, I coughed loudly, and they immediately stopped tidying up, turned to face the window, and pretended to chat. They must have known someone had seen their "battle"! However, I had no intention of using this "weak point" to threaten them, so I quietly left.
The semester was almost over, and I thought there probably wouldn't be any more "romantic encounters." Unexpectedly, just two days later, another exciting experience occurred… On the evening of January 25th, I went to the northeast corner of the sixth floor to study. My arrival startled a couple in the stairwell, and they immediately stopped. After a while, one of them sneaked down, trying to slip away unnoticed. I glanced at her and saw it was Zhou Wei from the accounting class; without a doubt, it was Xu Wei. Sure enough, a minute later, she also sneaked down.
I sensed something interesting was about to happen. So, I quietly followed her down. Sure enough, they stopped on the third floor. This was behind the audio-visual education center, and unlike the other floors, the entrance here was an iron gate. The environment was quite nice. He immediately hugged her from behind.
Because it was too dark, I couldn't see clearly, but I heard her immediately let out a "humph." He must have grabbed her breasts. She was a famous busty woman; her full, firm breasts made many people drool! I guess I had interrupted their "love affair," so now they could only relieve themselves by grabbing and squeezing.
They grabbed and squeezed like that for a few minutes, humming and moaning, and were probably satisfied. Then they straightened their clothes and went downstairs. Although I didn't see them having sex, you can imagine what happened next.
After that, there were many other "romantic encounters," big and small, but some were similar, so I won't mention them. After graduation, I didn't leave the school immediately, and as a result, I had another unforgettable encounter... At 2 pm on July 11, 1999, it was drizzling. I went to the southeast corner of Building 9 again and found that the glass door on the sixth floor was closed. Based on my experience, there's always a couple being intimate in the stairwell. So, I went down the south staircase to the fourth floor, then to the southeast corner stairwell, and quietly made my way back up.
I reached the sixth-floor stairwell without them noticing me. However, they seemed quite still, making me wonder if anyone was up there, or if they had already left. But anyway, I decided to check it out!
I continued upwards, glancing up at the ceiling. Sure enough, I first saw the profile of a head, with short hair—perhaps a man. Further up, I saw someone shirtless, with another person in front of them, dressed, also with short hair. Then I realized the shirtless person was a woman!
A broken chair had somehow appeared on the sixth-floor roof. She was kneeling on it, having taken off her pink t-shirt and unhooked her bra. Only the bra straps remained hanging from her shoulders. Her skin was fairly fair, but her figure was average. From the side, all I could see was a breast shaped like a small steamed bun, its nipple erect and purplish-red, probably from his caresses!
Suddenly, she turned around, saw me, and immediately turned away to pull up her bra. At the same time, she angrily called out, "Who's there?" I assumed they would get dressed and leave, so I lost interest and went downstairs.
After a while, I realized they didn't intend to leave immediately. So, I sneaked back to the stairwell on the sixth floor.
Then, I heard her joyful and loud moans—or rather, not moans, but a series of "ah, ah" cries. I became excited too; perhaps he had already entered her!
I quietly went up and saw her leaning against the chair, while he knelt in front of her, placing her legs on his shoulders. Her long skirt was already lifted, and he was licking her genitals. She was already so aroused before even getting to the point!
Her eyes were tightly closed, completely absorbed in the pleasure in her lower body, until I came within a meter of them. She opened her eyes, patted him, and stopped.
I was caught again, feeling embarrassed, and had to retreat. At this point, they became alert. Later, I observed them stand up and move to the corner. They must have started "practice" again. Unfortunately, I couldn't go up to watch anymore, so I waited in the lobby on the sixth floor.
Almost an hour later, she came down and went straight into the women's restroom, presumably to clean up. She never expected me to reappear.
When she came out of the restroom, we met face-to-face. She must have been very nervous then; if I had threatened her then and asked to have sex with her, she probably wouldn't have been able to refuse. But I didn't do that, and she hurriedly ran back upstairs.
There were quite a few "romantic encounters," such as a boy unbuckling a girl's belt in the northeast corner of the sixth-floor lobby, revealing her white underwear; a boy lifting a girl's long skirt in the southeast corner of the sixth-floor lobby and putting his hand inside her underwear to caress her plump buttocks; and often hearing girls moaning loudly in the stairwells at night, etc.

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