Virgin students who come to your door

With no classes in the afternoon, Wang Haiyang locked himself in his room, tormented. He felt a urge to grasp at something, yet he couldn't pinpoint what it was. He sat down, unsure what to do, then grabbed a book and tossed it onto the bed. Autumn was such a vexing season!
He remembered a pornographic novel, riddled with typos, tucked under his mattress—the one a bookseller had forced him to buy during his last trip to the city. He hadn't paid it any mind while he was
enjoying his newfound freedom, but now, like a dog on a leash, he figured he might as well take a look. He wondered who wrote it; the whole novel was filled with nothing but "ah ah oh oh" and "big brother, deeper, sister's going to cum!" And it was even about rape! It was as if the woman had never seen a man before—it was so unrealistic. Wang Haiyang grew increasingly frustrated, but the explicit descriptions of large penises and cunts involuntarily caused a tent to form in his pants.
For Wang Haiyang, who grew up with traditional education, masturbation was a shameful and repulsive act. Yet, his right hand had already uncontrollably slipped into his underwear.
This wasn't stimulation; it was pure self-torture. Wang Haiyang clenched his penis tightly with his five fingers, his face contorted almost grotesquely.
With a creak, the door opened, and a warm autumn breeze drifted in, carrying with it a figure as light as the autumn wind—Yang Xiaoyun slipped in like a thief.
It turned out that this afternoon was the student council meeting, and Yang Xiaoyun had taken the opportunity to sneak into Wang Haiyang's dormitory unnoticed.
Wang Haiyang's eyes were blazing with fury, and a muffled roar, the kind only a wild animal could produce, escaped his throat. In his eyes, Yang Xiaoyun was no longer a branch secretary, nor his beloved little lover, but prey—a vibrant prey that made his mouth water!
Without a single, swift movement, Wang Haiyang lunged forward, pulling Yang Xiaoyun's tall, slender body completely into his embrace.
"Oh..." Before Xiaoyun could even utter a gasp, a pair of lips, burning hot as if just warmed by a stove, pressed tightly against her slightly parted lips; while a hand, still carrying the unique, metallic scent of a man's glans, slipped through her bodice and firmly grasped her firm, bamboo-shoof-like breasts.
Wang Haiyang's unusual behavior frightened Yang Xiaoyun, but she also felt a surge of relief. What did Huang Chang matter? What did Wei Hongxia matter? Teacher Wang only truly loved her.
Thinking this way, she felt at ease, her tongue deftly swirling in Wang Haiyang's mouth. Seeing him frantically tugging at her clothes, she twisted her body, secretly unbuckling her jeans, then tightly wrapped her arms around his lower back, pressing his throbbing erection even closer to her soft, warm abdomen through his thin underwear. Wang Haiyang's penis, which
had been aching from the zipper of Xiaoyun's jeans, suddenly felt a silky smoothness. Trying to push forward, he felt a warm, soft sensation. It was like a wanderer who had been roaming in the winter suddenly arriving at the door of a snow-covered house. Although he didn't know what awaited him inside, the warmth emanating from the crack in the door was irresistible.
Break down the door! Break down the door! To hell with the ban, to hell with jail time or disgrace, Wang Haiyang had only one thought: to get his little brother into Xiaoyun's warm little room as quickly as possible.
Without any unnecessary movements, Wang Haiyang simply grabbed Xiaoyun by the waist and lifted her upside down, making her a kicking prey. The bed was too far away, and Wang Haiyang didn't want to waste precious time on that. He simply swept his free left hand across the desk, and with a series of clattering sounds, the books, notebooks, pens, and ink on the desk obediently lay on the floor. There was no
pleasure, no comfort; Xiaoyun only felt a stinging pain, like the pain of a virgin being deflowered. The ridges of Wang Haiyang's thick little brother scraped against Xiaoyun's dry, unmoisturized vaginal walls, causing a burning pain. Tears welled up in Xiaoyun's eyes, but she sensibly gritted her teeth and endured it; some of the teachers in the office building were still there.
There was no pleasure, no comfort; all Wang Haiyang felt was a stinging pain, like the pain of deflowering a virgin. Yang Xiaoyun's dry vaginal walls gripped Wang Haiyang's penis, making it feel like it was being pricked by jeans.
But Wang Haiyang didn't stop; instead, he thrust even harder into her vagina, because he was experiencing a pleasure he had never felt before during conventional sex.
Only those scoundrels would write about rape as if the woman's penis was wet and dripping like a tap; in reality, it's not like that at all. But this feeling was quite good, Wang Haiyang thought to himself, cursing the author of the novel he had just read, while excitedly continuing his work of cultivating the wasteland.
As the saying goes, where there's a will, there's a way, and indeed, hard work pays off. With Wang Haiyang's penis thrusting left and right, the results were in. Yang Xiaoyun's vaginal walls were like a newly dug well, and strands of clear, translucent vaginal fluid slowly seeped from the tender, bud-like flesh, gently washing over the head of Wang Haiyang's penis.
"The rain came just in time!" Wang Haiyang felt as if his little brother was lying on a massage bed, with tiny hands scooping up clear, warm water, slowly washing his mushroom head. Soothing! Exciting! Wang Haiyang's anxious mind, like being gently massaged by a skilled masseur, slowly calmed down. A
good mood makes everything more enjoyable. Sure enough, Wang Haiyang quickly changed his previous thuggish approach to sex. One hand gently lifted Yang Xiaoyun's leg onto his shoulder, while the other caressed and kneaded her nipples, which swayed like red cherries in the autumn breeze. His little brother, enveloped by warm flesh and her juices, no longer recklessly charged forward like a pawn crossing a river, but lingered in the deep tunnel, reluctant to leave.
At this moment, Wang Haiyang's limp penis slowly regained some hardness, becoming semi-erect, still responding when directed by his mind. I thought I was ready, so I said, "Let's do it again!" and sat on top of her. Unexpectedly, this time I got even more excited, my penis getting harder and harder, and I felt increasingly satisfied. Like an unyielding steel spear, I tried every position I could think of—front, back, side—to my heart's content. I can't even describe how exhilarating it was! Especially the rear attack, which was my favorite. Looking at her full buttocks and that cute little dark thing in the middle, feeling the friction of my body against her vagina with each thrust, my hands cupping and caressing her breasts, and the sensation and sound of my hips hitting her soft buttocks when I thrust all the way in—it was incredibly wonderful, indescribably wonderful! Usually, this kind of enjoyment doesn't last long; I easily ejaculate when I get excited. But this time, I fully enjoyed it, without ejaculating. The greatest pleasure in life is nothing more than this. I thanked God for this缘分 (fate/destiny). I embraced her from the front and started thrusting. When we paused, she seemed to want to roll onto me, and I immediately understood. I turned around and let her sit on top of me. I guessed this was her favorite position. After she mounted me, her lower body swayed back and forth. I thrust my hips to meet her, cupping her breasts in my hands, my eyes fixed on her. I was the hard one, she was the soft one; I was still, she was moving. I saw her eyes closed, her movements becoming faster and more intense, her moans growing louder. The last few seconds of rapid moans were truly intoxicating. Finally, she cried out, for about a second or two, then collapsed onto the bed with a thud, covered in sweat, looking utterly exhausted. I think she was satisfied too! I guess I was just inexperienced; if I had saved my strength, I probably could have lasted until dawn.
[The End]

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