I was a virgin in high school

I'm already a high school sophomore, but I'm still a virgin. I spend almost all my time studying. Many of my classmates are dating, but I'm not in a rush to have a girlfriend. Love is a luxury for me; I don't want to waste time trying to please girls. However, as a boy who's almost an adult, when hormones are raging, a certain part of my body does need release. I've long since learned to masturbate, but unfortunately, I've forgotten whether I had my "first time" with my left or right hand. Since starting high
school, I've been boarding at my older brother's house. His house is close to my high school, and it's big enough that closing the door doesn't inconvenience him and his wife. They've been married for two years, and since they both work, they haven't had children yet. My sister-in-law is a very kind person; I eat her cooking breakfast every day. At first, I didn't have any ulterior motives towards her, but the story always takes a turn for the better. For more exciting developments, please follow:
My room is on the shady side of the building. It's not big; there's a single bed against the wall, and a desk for studying under the window. There's a computer, but no TV.
School lets out for evening self-study at 9 PM every day. When I get home, my brother usually watches TV or surfs the internet in their little love nest, while my sister-in-law always comes out to greet me. After I wash up, she'll ask if I'm hungry and want a late-night snack. I usually say no, but she'll still prepare some fruit and put it on my desk before she goes into the bedroom wearing a light pink nightgown and closes the door.
I also close my room door when I get back. The doors in my brother's house are opaque, so with both doors closed, neither of us disturbs the other.
One night, not long after I moved into my brother's house, I sat at the desk under the window with my desk lamp on, doing endless math problems. Some problems were so difficult I scratched my head and chewed up my pencil stubs without finding the answer. Gradually, I started to yawn. But that's high school life; if you don't study hard, you'll fall behind quickly.
I stretched my aching neck, and the instant my eyes met, I was stunned by what I saw. It wasn't the ghostly woman from Pu Songling's novels, but a room on the fourth floor of the building across the street, its light still on. The half-open curtains were bathed in a pinkish glow, while in the other half of the room, where the curtains weren't drawn, a real, physical encounter was taking place.
My gaze was fixed on the small window from which the light shone, all thoughts of math problems and drowsiness forgotten. If the couple in the building across the street were having sex in bed, I might not have seen it, but they were entwined on the floor at the foot of the bed. It seemed I had missed the foreplay. The woman was kneeling on the floor, head bowed, while the man was thrusting vigorously from behind. Yes, it was the legendary doggy style; I remembered seeing this classic sex position in a sex education film I'd seen.
The woman's head was facing me, but she kept it down, her long hair almost completely obscuring her face. I could see the man's face, though. They were both engrossed in their lovemaking. The woman's buttocks moved backward, and the man thrust forward forcefully. My hand gradually reached for my already rock-hard penis. The two men in the opposite building were moving faster and faster, and my hand in my pants quickened its pace. After a powerful thrust, the man slowly collapsed onto the woman's back. I, too, couldn't bear the visual impact before me; a surge of energy was about to burst forth.
Suddenly, the woman in the opposite building raised her head, her eyes fixed on me. We were separated by two layers of glass, yet our eyes were locked. Only then did I realize that my desk lamp was still on, but the ejaculation from my genitals was unstoppable. At that moment, fear, tension, excitement, and pleasure overwhelmed me. I almost collapsed onto the table, my left hand reaching for the lamp switch, while my right hand throbbed with my penis, and streams of warm fluid gushed out.
My room was pitch black. In the darkness, my eyes were fixed on the only lit window across the way. The woman there didn't react in any particular way. She didn't quickly draw the curtains as I expected, nor did she yell at me. She simply got into bed slowly. The man left the room, probably to wash his penis. A short while later, the man returned and turned off the light.
It took me a long time to realize I needed to clean the sticky stuff from my underwear. I got up and quietly went to the bathroom. Back in my room, I checked the time; it was already 2 AM. No wonder they dared to have sex without drawing the curtains; everyone should be asleep by now. After drawing the curtains, I still didn't dare turn on the light. In the dark, I organized my workbooks, lay down on the bed, my body still trembling slightly with tension and excitement.
All night I kept thinking: Did that woman see me?
The exciting scene I witnessed that night was just the beginning. If my back-window experience was like a passionate lovemaking session, then what I would see and experience afterward would be the true climax.
After seeing a real-life pornographic film that night, I was distracted at school the next day. My eyes would unconsciously wander to the pretty girls in my class, and my penis would go from hard to soft almost all day long. Even when I saw my English teacher turn around, I would imagine rubbing my penis hard against her plump buttocks, even though my English teacher was almost 40 years old.
After evening self-study, I went back to my brother's house. My sister-in-law, as usual, came out of her room to greet me after school. Hearing her soft voice and seeing her loose pajamas, I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. My penis seemed to want to break free from the restraints of my pants. Because it was uncomfortable to stand up straight when my penis was hard, I almost ran into the bathroom bent over. In the bathroom, I masturbated hard, my mind filled with images of my sister-in-law's full breasts under her bra and my imagined dark vagina. I came out of the bathroom, and my sister-in-law asked if I had eaten something bad and if I needed some medicine. I smiled awkwardly and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing, sister-in-law, you go to sleep."
She didn't ask any more questions and went into the bathroom too. I put my schoolbag on the bed, and through the slightly ajar bedroom door, I could vaguely hear the sound of her urine hitting the toilet seat. My penis shamelessly sprang up again. Before she came out, I closed the door.
My heart was filled with guilt towards my sister-in-law. She was so good to me, yet I was fantasizing about her. I should slap myself, but a man's reason often can't overcome his lust. My mind kept telling me not to think about it, not to think about it, but my penis seemed to be yearning to thrust forcefully into the mysterious depths of her pubic area.
Sigh, how could I concentrate on studying in this state? This time, I closed the curtains before turning on the lights, leaving only a tiny crack to observe the activity at the window of the building across the street.
I absentmindedly did my practice problems while glancing across the street every now and then. The curtains were always drawn at that window, only a pinkish light entering my vision. Time flew by, and it was almost midnight. I had no heart to study anymore, thinking that if there wasn't anything exciting happening in the building across the street, I'd go to sleep; after all, my energy for the day had been completely depleted by those two "cannonballs." After packing my books into my bag, it suddenly occurred to me that maybe the woman from last night had actually seen me, which was why she kept the curtains closed tonight!
I was really nervous last night, but now, thinking about it, so what if she saw me? She was the one who chose to expose herself to me naked; she didn't care, so what did I have to be afraid of? This family is really strange; in the middle of the night, everyone else's windows are dark, but theirs is still lit. I turned off my desk lamp and prepared to sleep, but my eyes lingered on the spot where the light was coming from.
It was really strange. I had just turned off the desk lamp when the curtains in the building across the street moved slightly, and then they were slowly pulled open. The person pulling the curtains was the long-haired woman from last night. Today she wasn't naked; she was wearing sexy lingerie and black stockings. Surprised, I looked closely at her face. She was probably close to 30 years old. Although she wasn't as tall and beautiful as a model, the sexy lingerie and stockings gave her an irresistible allure that no man could resist.
She drew back both curtains. The woman didn't look in my direction; instead, she turned and got into bed. I could clearly see everything in her room. Her room had the same layout as my brother and sister-in-law's. In the center of her room was a large bed, with a television opposite it. It was very simple, with no other decorations or furniture.
The woman got into bed and crawled under the covers. I looked closely at her bed and suddenly noticed another person under the covers—a man. Only his head was visible. The two people on the bed were looking at each other, seemingly talking. Then the woman crawled under the covers, leaving a slight bulge in the middle. The man had his hands behind his head, his eyes closed, enjoying himself. I knew the woman was starting to give him oral sex. The bulge in the covers rose and fell. I watched all of this quietly through the gap in the curtains.
After a while, the woman threw back the covers, revealing the man to be completely naked. She sat up and slowly moved onto his lap. She stroked his penis a few times, then pulled down her sexy panties and sat on his penis. Although I couldn't see their private parts, I could imagine that his penis was deeply inside her vagina.
After moving up and down a few times, she braced herself against the bed and began to thrust rhythmically. The man didn't seem to like the woman-on-top position, so he straightened up and laid the woman down on the bed. His hands continued to caress her thighs, which were clad in black stockings, while his penis continued its piston-like motion.
I looked at the man more closely and realized he wasn't the same man from last night. Last night's man was very strong, while this one seemed somewhat overweight and middle-aged. Could this woman be a prostitute? Otherwise, why would she change men every day? If she was a prostitute, why would she always be taking clients in the middle of the night? But the sex scene was just too amazing; watching a free porn show, I didn't have time to seriously think about these issues!
As they thrust, the man brought her feet in front of him, first rubbing them frantically against his face, then putting them in his mouth, licking and biting them incessantly as if they were a delicacy. It seems he, like me, has a foot fetish; I can't resist seeing beautiful feet in stockings or sandals. As the thrusting speed increased, the woman tilted her head back, and seeing her slightly parted red lips, one could imagine her desperately moaning.
How could the man resist such extreme temptation? He ejaculated in no time, pulling his penis out of her vagina and quickly placing it near the woman's red lips. Damn, he was going to do a facial! Oral sex! The woman sucked on his penis, carefully draining every drop of semen, then grasped his penis with her hand and sucked on his soft scrotum a few times.
The scene before me was truly exhilarating. The man left the room, and the woman took off her panties, using them to wipe her vulva. After the man returned, the woman, lying on the bed, pointed to the light switch, and the man obediently turned off the light.
Still unable to calm down, I thought to myself, what incredible luck I am! Having only recently moved to my brother's house, I've already witnessed such a thrilling and exciting spectacle two nights in a row. I quietly opened the door, intending to go to the bathroom to attend to my throbbing erection. After my third ejaculation that day, I tiptoed towards my room. I glanced back at my brother's room; a faint light shone through the crack in the door—it must be from his bedside lamp. Why wasn't he asleep yet?
Curiosity is irresistible. I reached my brother's door as slowly as possible, straining my ears to listen carefully. Sure enough, I wasn't wrong; extremely faint breathing and the creaking of the mattress were coming from inside. Damn it, do people have sex in the early hours of the morning these days?! My brother's voice suddenly grew louder. Of course, I wouldn't have heard such a loud voice if I were in my room, but I was right outside his door and could hear it clearly. Even after he ejaculated, the panting sounds of their intense lovemaking could still be heard from inside.
I quickly and quietly returned to my room and closed the door.
That night, the naked couple having sex across the street, and the panting sounds of my brother and sister-in-law having sex in the room across the street, were really unbearable for me. I'm a pervert, and I often watch porn and masturbate. How could I, a virgin, bear to watch these things happening right next to me?
In the following days, every night after midnight, the curtains of the people in the building across the street would be wide open for a passionate lovemaking session, and a lewd glimpse of light would often seep through the crack in my brother's door. I could understand my brother having sex late at night; they were probably afraid I would hear the noise, so they did it after I turned off the lights and were probably asleep. But I just couldn't understand the woman across the street. Almost every night, she would open her curtains at some point in the night and have sex with different men. Sometimes it was before I turned off the lights, sometimes after. It seemed she wasn't deliberately avoiding my gaze, nor was she intentionally trying to make me watch her pornography.
I couldn't understand her behavior at all, until one day she came to my door.
It was one morning, and I got up early as usual to get ready for school. At the entrance of the building stood a glamorous woman. Every night I fell asleep with images of her having sex with men, so of course I recognized her immediately. I can imagine how embarrassed I was. I pretended not to know her and tried to slip away, but she called me back.
As I walked past her, she said, "You recognize me, right?"
Her tone wasn't a question, but rather one of certainty. I stammered, unable to answer.
She calmly said, "Come to my place tonight. You should know where I live!"
I was completely unable to think straight. Listening to her words, I walked out without looking back, not daring to meet her eyes. I wondered what her expression was.
I spent the entire day thinking about what to do. Before evening self-study, I called my brother's house. My sister-in-law answered, and I told her I was going to a classmate's house and wouldn't be coming home.
After self-study, I went into that familiar room with my backpack.
The woman gave me a drink and said, "If you want to study, study first. It won't be until midnight anyway. " She was practically
naked except for a pair of black stockings.
How could I concentrate on studying in that situation? But I didn't dare ask any questions. I took out my books and pretended to do exercises in her living room. She lay naked on the bed watching TV.
Those were agonizing hours. I checked my phone; it was past midnight. She seemed to beckon me, and I obediently went into her room.
She drew back the curtains, and I was terrified. How could I have forgotten this? Every night I saw other men having sex with her, but tonight I was the protagonist! Was I going to be naked and exposed to her like this?
She noticed my worry and said, "Come and look." She pointed to the building across the street and said, "Everyone's asleep at this hour; no one will see."
Only then did I manage to utter my first complete sentence: "I'm the one who's still awake at this hour, otherwise you wouldn't have found me!"
"Don't be afraid, little one" (she actually called me "little one"). "Even if someone is peeping now, it's only a few people, and even if they see, they won't tell anyone. You haven't told anyone either, have you?"
I said, "Yes." But…
before I could finish, she walked up to me and pressed her stockinged legs against my genitals. Actually, my penis was already erect; what she was pressing against was my testicles, but I still felt a wave of pleasure radiating through my body. Her legs rubbed back and forth between my testicles and my hard penis. I didn't care about the curtains anymore, and all my questions were forgotten. My hand started to reach for her big breasts, which were both familiar and unfamiliar to me. She also started to touch my penis through my jeans.
I gripped her soft breasts tightly with one hand, and placed the other on her labia, kneading them vigorously. She unzipped my pants, pulled down my underwear, and looked at my penis, saying, "Not big, but very firm." I didn't care about anything else anymore and said, "Is it hard? Lick it, see if it tastes better than a lollipop." She obediently knelt down and licked my severely engorged penis. My legs wouldn't obey me, and I collapsed onto the bed.
After I lay down on the bed, she followed closely behind, her penis landing on the bed with me. She knelt on the bed, using every oral technique I could think of and couldn't imagine to suck my cock. She even inserted her left hand fingers into my anus, rotating and pressing. Afraid I'd ejaculate immediately if this continued, I lifted her face. She was still struggling, as if possessed, to take my penis in her mouth. I made her kneel on the bed, and she obediently raised her buttocks high. I couldn't wait to kiss her labia majora. Her pubic hair was thick, black, and long; I wanted to bury my face in her dark thicket.
I parted her labia, rotating my tongue back and forth at her urethra and vaginal opening, sucking the thick, sweet fluid flowing from her vagina. I never imagined a vagina could smell so good, or its fluids so delicious. I also licked her anus hard, making it very wet, the hair around it sticking together.
How could I forget my favorite legs in stockings! I felt my mouth wasn't enough. Through her stockings, I licked every toe of hers. I tore open the stockings at her thighs and rubbed my penis against her legs. Her moans were the most beautiful music in the world. After licking her entire body, I shoved my erect penis into her mouth. The wet, warm sensation instantly spread throughout my body. My glans pressed against her throat, and her moans became even more beautiful. I shouted, "Fuck, fuck, you slut, how many men have fucked you? Today I'm going to fuck you to death..." I pulled my penis out of her mouth, thinking about attacking her cunt that had been fucked by thousands. I muttered, "Who the hell are you? So slutty, fucking so many men, and you even seduced me, making me masturbate several times every night. Do you want me to die from exhaustion?"
I inserted my penis into her slit and thrust in and out forcefully twice.
Then she suddenly spoke: "Aren't I your sister-in-law?" "Fuck me if you want!"
I shouted. "Sister-in-law, I fucking want to fuck you! Sooner or later I'll fuck you!"
Then, I was stunned by my own words. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and suddenly opened my eyes to see my sister-in-law's mouth agape, saying something. Gradually, my senses returned. My sister-in-law was calling, "Wake up, wake up!"
I was drenched in sweat, desperately trying to figure out what was happening. My sister-in-law, sitting at my bedside, said, "
What's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare? Get up quickly, you'll be late for school."
I slowly sat up, reaching under the covers to touch my underwear, which was already soaking wet. Seeing me sit up, my sister-in-law turned to leave, saying, "Hurry up and put on your clothes, you'll be late if you don't get up." After she left, I got up, closed the door, changed my underwear, put on my clothes, and went to school.
This dream was so real! In the classroom, I recalled the scenes from the dream. Who was the woman having sex with different men in the dream? I remembered something I saw a few days ago: at 2 a.m., a couple in an apartment across the street had their curtains half-open and were having sex on the floor. Oh, I know! The woman in my dream was the woman I saw across the street. Sigh, I really do have sexual fantasies.
That night, when I got home, I looked down at the fourth floor across the street when I was studying until almost midnight. The lights were already off. It's ridiculous to think that I spent so much time indulging in lewdness in my dream. It seems that I still have a strong desire for sex in my subconscious! Right, I remember that in the dream, my brother's room sometimes had its light on in the middle of the night, and I could hear my sister-in-law moaning from inside! So I gently opened my door and looked down. A faint light came from the crack in my brother and sister-in-law's door, and if you listened carefully, you could almost hear my sister-in-law's sweet voice: "Hurry up, husband, fuck me, fuck me!"
Looking back now, I feel a little scared. My sister-in-law woke me up this morning. I wonder if I talk in my sleep, and whether she heard me say, "Sister-in-law, one day I'll sleep with you."
All I know is that from that day on, my sister-in-law's attitude towards me changed drastically...

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