My Quiet and Busty Girlfriend - Part 1

My girlfriend is 24 years old this year. In college, she was a recognized intellectual beauty in her class—academically excellent,
beautiful, usually wearing glasses, conservatively dressed, and quiet, yet with a touch of allure in her every move
. She had countless suitors. However, she always presented herself as an icy beauty, making her approachable but difficult to get close to,
deterring all her suitors.
As one of her many suitors, through various coincidences, I finally managed to open
the heart of this icy beauty four years ago and enter her world.
Such a girl's outward coldness is often just a mask for her inner desires; this is common. Once you win her heart,
her personality naturally crumbles.
After we started dating, this icy beauty's inner desires were stirred and developed by me, this hungry wolf, over four years, becoming increasingly
uncontrollable. The first time we made love, I discovered she wasn't a virgin. Instead of being angry, I was more
excited , often subtly trying to learn about her past relationships. When I learned that her first boyfriend had sex with her but couldn't
satisfy her, I felt immensely comforted.
A sense of superiority made me a little giddy, because every time we made love, I would bring her
to multiple orgasms, her intellect completely reduced to lust. So her first relationship didn't
burden me much; instead, it made me feel comfortable, even numb, mistakenly believing I was the strongest warrior in the world.
Until the year she graduated from university, when the class was having a farewell dinner, I understood everyone's sadness at that moment, and I was
prepared for my girlfriend to be pressured to drink. Out of understanding and trust, I didn't bother her. It wasn't until around 10
pm when I hadn't heard from her, that I couldn't hold back and sent her a text message, but she didn't reply; I called,
no answer… later still, no answer… still no answer… At that moment, I felt like I was
on , both angry and worried.
I kept calling until after 10 pm, when my phone rang, "I'm sorry, darling, I'm
at xxx." Those simple words were enough to break me.
XXX is her roommate's ex-boyfriend. Her roommate was frequently bullied by him while they were dating, and
was even beaten until she was covered in bruises. Despite this, they still dated for over two years. The reason? This
man is incredibly sexually potent. Her roommate confided in her, saying he gave her unbearable pleasure in bed,
otherwise she wouldn't have been so reluctant to let him go.
My wife had told me all this, but I never paid attention to why she was telling me. Now
it's starting to dawn: Could it be that my flirtatious girlfriend has been fantasizing about him all along? Or are they both
fantasizing …? My mind is a mess. I keep frantically calling and texting, but there's still no response…
Around 2 AM, a text message arrives: "I'm sorry! Honey, I had sex with him." Seeing this message
felt like the world collapsed. I don't remember how I replied, only that I said every
harsh word I could think of, and then turned off my phone. It was a resolute act, but also an escape. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle the messages I might
receive .
I turned off my phone, and the world quieted down. Lying in bed, I tried hard to recall her descriptions of him, desperately trying to gather
my memories of him. I remembered seeing some photos of my wife from university before, and I vaguely remembered him .
He wasn't very tall, around 180cm, with a normal build—not particularly strong, but very sturdy. He didn't seem to have any
outstanding features .
But I vaguely remembered the gossip my wife had told me: "Do you believe Dandan (my roommate) said her boyfriend doesn't have
a refractory period! Once he did it with her for two hours, and as soon as it was over, he came again. She almost died... Haha,
is there really such a terrifying person? That's just nonsense." I remember not believing it at all when I heard it, saying it was absolutely
impossible, just bragging, because... I really couldn't do it myself. Every time I did it for an hour, I would be completely exhausted and
need a short nap before I could do it again.
My wife has a sensitive constitution; every time I gently stroke her nipples, she trembles all over and becomes
incredibly . Her genitals are even more sensitive; once she's erect, penetration takes less than five minutes before she reaches her first orgasm.
Sometimes I felt that the satisfaction her body gave men was indescribable. Beneath her usually dignified and quiet
demeanor lay an incredibly sexy body. At 166cm tall and only 95kg, her long, slender legs
were undeniably alluring, not to mention her 36D breasts perched on her tiny waist. She
was even embarrassed to wear tight clothes in public.
A quiet, pretty girl with long legs, a slim waist, and large breasts—how many murderous glances would she attract on campus every day
? Unfortunately, XXX was clearly one of them; even more unfortunately, he seemed to be constantly attracting
my wife . This must be what they call a raging fire. He must be frantically releasing his pent-up desires of many years.
Could my wife's delicate and sensitive body handle it? But… she would actively reciprocate, wouldn't she? If he were to have
sex with her for two hours, how many orgasms would she experience…?
I wickedly got an erection, constantly thinking about it, constantly masturbating, ejaculating again and again.
Around 4 a.m., I was so sleepy I couldn't stand it anymore… and fell asleep.
I woke up at 1 p.m., groggily hearing someone open the door—a familiar sound. Slowly
opening my eyes, I saw her changing her shoes and clothes. Everything was so familiar, yet so strange.
She saw I was awake, said nothing, lowered her head, sat on the edge of the bed, and said, "I'm sorry!" I
didn't want to say anything then, didn't want to yell at her, didn't want to hit her, I just didn't want to say
anything, and didn't know what to say. We remained silent.
For several minutes, my mind kept replaying their passionate night together. Suddenly, an overwhelming curiosity
overwhelmed all anger and disappointment. I wanted to know the cause, the process, the outcome.
"Why?" I asked.
"What?" she suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with confusion.
"I asked why! Why did you go to him? Why!"
"...I'm sorry...don't be angry..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" I snapped, somewhat exasperated.
"I mean... well... I drank quite a bit yesterday... He toasted me a lot... Towards the end, everyone
was a little tipsy... The atmosphere was rather sad, and also quite touching, so I... maybe I was a bit drunk
, and I relaxed a bit... He was sitting across from me, staring at me the whole time, and I kept trying to look away... But then he
suddenly came over and said he wanted to take me outside to talk for a bit."
"You didn't refuse?"
"I wanted to refuse... but I felt it wouldn't be right, so I went."
"And then?"
"Then... he pulled me into a room next door, hugged me, and said he'd always liked me, but because of his
relationship with Dan, he hadn't confessed. Today he didn't want to suppress it anymore... so he hugged me tightly and kept kissing me...
He was very strong, he hugged me very tightly, and his kisses were very forceful..." She couldn't continue,
lowered her head , her face flushed crimson.
"Do you like him too?"
She shook her head hastily, eager to deny it, but I didn't respond. After a while, perhaps feeling she couldn't explain it
any other way, she reluctantly nodded.
"Slut." I was unusually calm, perhaps because her blushing face made me feel a little reluctant, even
proud
. Perhaps my calmness surprised her; she looked up at me, and I looked at her too. Her
face turned even redder, and she quickly lowered her head. Her chest rose and fell, her large, firm breasts
accentuated by her tight esprit t-shirt, appearing disproportionately large compared to her slender body
, bouncing up and down with her rapid breathing, incredibly alluring. It's hard for any man not to be impulsive, especially one with such a strong
sex drive .
I got an erection again, and all the jealousy and anger in my heart vanished. At this moment, only
one : to seduce this seemingly virtuous but physically wanton little slut, without any tenderness.
I grabbed her hair, not too hard, but enough to make her obediently kneel between my legs, in
front of my throbbing erection: "Lick!"
Only then did she notice the change in my genitals, a little surprised and confused, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions. She
grasped my penis with her small hand and kissed the glans.
It felt so good! Her soft little hand had just the right amount of strength, gently stroking me to keep me erect,
while her cherry-like mouth delicately served my great general, constantly swallowing and spitting, a perfect experience that was more intense than
ever .
"Did she not resist at all, or did she not even want to resist, and he just dragged her home?" My curiosity
was far from satisfied.
"Ugh... um... at the time... um... I was quite impulsive... his kiss made me a little... distracted...
and... um... without realizing it... I got into the car with him..."
It was getting more and more captivating, and I became even more impulsive, reaching under her armpits and grasping her breasts. "Ah!"
She trembled with excitement again. Still so sensitive, you little slut.
"You wanted it yourself, you wanted to be with him."
"Ugh... no..."
"You dare lie to me!" I pinched her large breasts hard, making her cry out in pain: "No...
be gentle... yes... he... really is quite attractive to me... I've always heard Dan Dan say that... after a while
... I'll miss him..." As she spoke, her licking became a little haphazard, and it was clear she was genuinely aroused.
At this moment, I softened my grip, becoming gentler. I understood that my wife needed some encouragement at this time,
so I began to use foreplay techniques to massage her breasts. Her breathing became more and more rapid, her eyes were languid, and her excitement level
slowly rose, to the point that her mouth giving me oral sex increasingly lost its rhythm, but this only made me more
impulsive .
As I continued my relentless questioning and aroused her body, she gradually lost her ability to resist and
recounted the entire incident from the previous night to me.
(To be continued)

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