A senior from another school came to see me

He was a senior from another school, let's call him A. That day, it was raining, and he invited all the girls from our dorms to go out for hot pot. His dormmates would also be coming. We had nothing else to do, so we agreed. After eating hot pot, they drank a lot of alcohol. I'm allergic to alcohol, so I didn't drink.

After drinking, they started playing Truth or Dare. The questions were way too explicit for me. One minute it was girls kissing boys, the next it was boys touching girls' breasts. The whole room was filled with laughter. I didn't dare participate, afraid of embarrassing myself. So they said they'd give me an easy one: take the senior to the girls' restroom and stay there for half an hour. I could choose whichever restroom I wanted. I looked at the senior; he seemed very expectant. But I blushed and didn't know how to take him to the restroom. Then someone said that the girls' restroom on the 6th floor of the school building was for teachers, so we should take him there. Then they all started teasing us, telling us to go to that restroom. I had no choice but to walk towards the school, which was 100 meters away. They laughed and said they wanted to hear our good news. We continued playing games and I led him to the sixth-floor restroom. His face was flushed, as if he had drunk a lot of alcohol. I was afraid he would fall because of his drunkenness, so I walked slowly ahead of him, afraid that something might happen to him. We quickly reached the sixth-floor restroom. I went in first to check and found that no one was there.

So I waved to him. After he came in, I quickly locked the door, afraid that someone might come in or see me locking the door. When I turned around, the face of the seemingly drunk senior was less than 10 centimeters away from mine, and he quickly pressed his lips against mine. He pressed me against the door, grabbed my hands, and his tongue seemed to be demanding something into my lips. I didn't know what he was exploring, but my mind went blank. I didn't know how to react to what was happening all of a sudden. I stood there like a block of wood.

His lips carried a faint taste of beer and a hint of unidentified cigarette smoke. His tongue, with its complex flavors, explored my mouth. Somehow, his tongue curled around mine, entwining and sucking, before suddenly pulling my tongue into his mouth and gently sucking on it. I tried to pull away, but he held it firmly, pulling both my hands up above my head with one hand, while the other hand, through my t-shirt, caressed my lower abdomen, slowly moving to my chest, pinching my breasts through my bra. Only then did I realize that the man in front of me was violating me, violating my body. I shook my head, and his tongue was forced out of my mouth.

I wanted to escape, but when I turned around, I saw the door I had foolishly locked. I couldn't open it no matter what I did, and he seemed a little agitated. He pressed me hard against the door, wedged my legs between mine, and pulled up my clothes with both hands. He reached into my bra and began to caress and knead my small breasts. They kept deforming in his hands and then returning to their original shape. A strange feeling rose in my heart. He kneaded my nipples, and soon I felt them harden. He breathed on my neck and slowly said, "Truth or dare is supposed to be exciting. Be good, I'll make you feel very comfortable. Stop messing around!" I couldn't stand his breath in my ear and his deliberately spoken words, and my body twisted uncontrollably. His legs rubbed between my thighs, and his body pressed tightly against me. I could even feel his belt pressing against my back without restraint. I don't know when, but he unhooked my bra and pulled it up, exposing my small breasts to the air.

He turned me over so I was facing him, and gently touched my breasts with the tip of his tongue. I felt a current running through my body, I didn't know where it started or ended, and my body seemed to be out of control because his tongue kept wandering between my breasts, occasionally taking my nipples into his mouth. In his mouth, he wrapped his tongue around my nipples, licking and sucking them. Shame told me I should stop, but the intense sensation made me moan involuntarily. He seemed greatly encouraged, and playfully bit my nipple. I couldn't help but cry out loud. He brought my two small breasts together and kept licking and sucking them. I felt like my meridians were in chaos, and my body was trembling uncontrollably.

He lifted his head and said playfully, "Do you want it? If you want it, call me brother!" My body kept trembling, as if I also longed for him to do something to me, but my mouth seemed to be beyond my control. My tightly closed lips seemed to arouse his primal desire. He licked my lips lightly with his tongue, while his hand moved down to try and penetrate my pants. The tight jeans seemed to hinder his penetration.

He unbuttoned his shirt and zipped up his pants, one hand roaming over my buttocks, the other reaching inside to touch me through my underwear. I felt a reaction somewhere; what he touched was probably a wet patch. He pressed on my clitoris through my underwear, the little thing that made me tremble. I shuddered. He seemed to find it amusing, pressing it again. After playing for a while, he took his hand out, smelled it, and licked it, saying, "If you don't call me 'brother,'

I'll experience the smell myself." As he spoke, he pressed on my clitoris again. I felt it was already a vast expanse of moisture; I didn't dare let him "experience" it! So I softly called out, "Brother." As if he had gotten what he wanted, he quickly pulled off his pants, throwing them, underwear and all, onto the sink next to him. Then he pulled a condom out of his pocket and set it aside. He quickly pulled off my jeans, but only on one side, leaving the other half untouched, before picking me up and placing me on the sink, sitting me on his pants.

I don't know who designed this sink, but when I sat on it, his enormous penis reached right at the entrance of my vagina. He held it and rubbed it against my vaginal opening, saying, "Call me brother! Say 'brother, I want it!'" Overwhelmed by desire, I abandoned all shame and said to the owner of that penis, "Brother, brother, I...want it!"

He thrust his penis deep into my vagina in one go. I felt as if my vagina was being filled, and it hurt! I cried out in pain, "Ah!!!" He asked, "Is it big?" I felt like all my meridians were breaking, and I said, "It hurts!" He said, "Bear with it, you'll feel good soon. When you feel good, call me daddy!" After saying that, he pulled his penis out of me and then inserted it again. The pain made my body arch. He pulled it out again and inserted it back in. I felt like my vagina was swollen; it hurt so much! He thrust for about three minutes and then said, "Is it good? Will you call me daddy?" I felt like my vagina was numb; I couldn't feel the pain anymore! I closed my eyes, not daring to look at the wolf in front of me. He pulled his penis out of my vagina, inserted his fingers, and said, "That felt so good!" Then he lifted one of my legs and put it on his shoulder, then wrapped the other leg around his waist, and reinserted his penis, slowly moving it in and out. Only then did I feel a slight pleasure in my vagina. He kissed my lips, and his penis slowly went in and out of my body! Perhaps I liked this gentle entry, and I unconsciously moaned: "Mmm... Oh..." He sucked on my lips forcefully, as if trying to melt me in his kiss. His erection began to accelerate, and I felt it becoming harder, bigger, and thicker. His erection rubbed against my vagina, making the unique sound of intercourse. He accelerated until I no longer knew whether he was entering or withdrawing. I only felt a suffocating sensation that made me tremble all over. Sweat gushed from every pore, and my whole body felt like it had been soaked. He suddenly stopped, took my legs off his shoulders, withdrew his erection, and then inserted it again. I bent my legs and hugged them to his chest, remaining still. I suddenly felt so empty, so wanting him to continue. I opened my eyes to see why he had stopped, but I saw that his eyes seemed to be red enough to spit fire. He was looking at me, and in his hand was a condom placed beside him.

He tore open the condom, pulled out his penis, and then put the condom on it. He then lifted my legs to his chest and thrust in again, filling my vagina with his penis. He slowly began to move, slowly, slowly. It felt like something was throbbing on his penis, stimulating my already swollen vagina. He kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Brother loves fucking you! Brother will fuck you every day from now on! You can't escape!"

After saying that, he suddenly began to thrust, as if rising from mid-air. I felt my body was no longer under my control, swaying aimlessly, sometimes in the clouds, sometimes in the depths of hell, sometimes experiencing the burning of fire, sometimes the icy desire. Suddenly, I felt an impulse gushing out from deep within my vagina, and his thrusting seemed to be constantly increasing the pressure on that impulse.

Ah!!! I cried out, my impulse erupting like a volcano. All I could hear was the rushing water; my body felt out of control, trembling uncontrollably. He, however, was getting more and more aroused. The sounds of his thrusting and the water seemed to announce to everyone that two people were having sex. Suddenly, he let out a howl, then collapsed onto me. Deep inside my vagina, his erection throbbed, releasing his desire. His erection slowly shrank. He held me, his lips leaving his taste on my face, as if declaring his ownership!

After a while, he regained his strength, took out wet wipes from his pocket, and carefully cleaned the areas where we had been intimate. Then, he patiently helped me put on my pants, straightened my clothes, and dressed himself. I felt completely drained, utterly powerless. He lifted me off the sink, turned me around, and saw my flushed face in the mirror. It seemed anyone could tell I had just been with a man. He held me, sitting in the bathroom for a long time before leaving!

[The End]

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