University on a summer night

It was the summer of my junior year.

That night, in the empty teaching building, he greedily sucked on my breasts like a starving person who hadn't eaten in a long time. His fingers dug deep into my breasts, kneading and playing with them. Ahhhhhh, I couldn't take it anymore. My hands gripped his muscles tightly, my hips twisting and rubbing against the chair for pleasure. My vagina was so tight, it seemed to be rubbing against me, and the intense pleasure once again carried me to the heavens. I trembled, my body already wanton, letting the fluids from my lower body flow freely, overflowing. Gasping for breath, in the calm after the climax, my face gently rubbed against his, like a kitten, occasionally sticking out my tongue for a light kiss. It felt so good. What was he doing? I looked down slightly. He unzipped his pants, revealing a dark thing. Oh my god, it was that thing, his penis! How could he do this? It was the first time I'd seen a man's penis up close. It was dark, erect, and terrifying. It was right in front of me, so close. He's a bad man, a bad man. He took my hand and placed it on his penis, making me hold it. No, not now. You're not my husband yet, and even if you were, it wouldn't be now. He's a bad man. I cried, shouting, "How could you be so bad? Waaah!" I broke free from his embrace and stood up. He came over and hugged me, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't cry." I said, "I'm going back to my dorm." I was still crying. He walked beside me, my mind reeling, unable to believe what had just happened. Back in my dorm, I quickly washed myself and cried under the covers. That night, I slept fitfully, hating him, thinking about him, worrying about him. I tried to comfort myself, telling myself it's okay now.

The next day, I woke up very early. Had he gone back to school last night? I asked myself. I still thought about him, wanted to know what he was doing, and wondered if my reaction last night would make him ignore me, stop liking this introverted girl. A little while later, he came to find me. I was both happy and embarrassed. I couldn't bear not seeing him, but would it be awkward to see him? Never mind, I'd figure it out once I got outside.

Once outside, I saw him standing some distance away. I walked past him with my head down. He suddenly grabbed my hand, seemed to want to say something but then didn't. We walked together, and he said he'd spent the night in an internet cafe. I asked him why, and he said he wanted to see me as soon as possible. A warm feeling washed over me. Then he showered me with sweet words, and I was completely smitten. I'm a girl, and perhaps girls are most susceptible to a man's flattery. That day, we went shopping, though we didn't buy much, because neither of us was well-off, so we could only afford to shop. But I never asked for anything; I just wanted him by my side. I was happy again, so naively happy, completely forgetting about last night.

He's such a rascal, always trying to sweet-talk, but I still like him.

That evening, he was still there, and we sat down on the chairs again. She spoke to me quietly, gently stroking my breasts—so familiar, so comfortable. He found an opportunity to bring up yesterday's topic. He asked why I had such a strong reaction yesterday, a question he already knew the answer to. He took out his penis; how could I not be angry? I punched him, and he pulled me into his arms. He kissed me, and I responded to his lips and his tongue.

He said, "What were you afraid of last night? All men have this."

I said, "You bad boy, you even said that. It's dark, so big, and I've never seen one before, of course I was scared." (Of course I've seen them; they're so small on a child's, quite cute, I've seen them from a distance). He said

, "Hehe, are you still scared now?"

I said, "You bad boy."

Then I snuggled into his arms. I knew something was about to happen; he seemed to be guiding me.

He said, "Let me show you again, you won't be scared this time, right?"

I said, "No, you bad boy."

Before I could finish speaking, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. I saw it again, but this time I wasn't like last time, because I was mentally prepared. I scrutinized him closely, afraid someone would see. Thankfully, no one was nearby, and it was dark, with only the faint glow of streetlights. I could hear the occasional voice of people walking in the distance. So this is what a mature man's penis looks like. Dark and erect, with a large head and an opening—presumably for urination, since that's how children urinate. That head is the glans, and beyond that, it looks like a stick. I observed him closely, and soon he covered us with his clothes. He took my hand and placed it on his penis. I didn't resist; yesterday I only touched it briefly, but today I felt it—it was throbbing. He whispered that I should hold his penis. I obeyed, and for the first time, I held a man's penis. My first impression was that it was hard, warm, and moving. I was incredibly nervous. The more I thought about this man's penis, the faster my heart pounded, my face flushed red, and my heart raced. He kissed me again, a deep kiss, and I unconsciously responded, my penis occasionally hardening. He kissed me while simultaneously manipulating my hand with his penis. His penis moved in and out of my hand, a sticky fluid seeping out. I was giving him my penis, and holding a man's penis made this shy, introverted girl nervous. I was giving a man his penis, and the more I thought about it, the more lewd it became. He released my hand and began to fondle my breasts.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I moaned. Is this me? I stopped when his hand left. He placed his hand on my breasts again, indicating that I should stroke his penis as before. I obeyed, actively stroking his penis. What a lewd scene. My mouth was being kissed by him, my breasts were being kneaded and played with, and I was even stroking his penis—had I become a little slut? My vagina felt so uncomfortable, an indescribable discomfort. I rubbed against the chair, and with the lubrication of the constantly flowing fluid, pleasure filled my entire body.

A moment later, his hand, which had been playing with my breasts, moved downwards, forcefully separating my tightly closed legs. He touched my genitals outside my pants, specifically the clitoris. I didn't realize it at the time, but he rubbed it vigorously back and forth with his fingers. "Ahhhhhhh!" I gasped, my mouth agape. He tried to kiss me, but I couldn't breathe. The rubbing of my clitoris was so painful, yet so incredibly pleasurable. My lower body was writhing. "Ahhhhhhh..." His penis suddenly throbbed violently, and his hand stopped touching my genitals. Lots of sticky fluid flowed onto my hand. I stopped stroking it. Slowly, his penis softened, so soft. So his penis wasn't always hard, and it had shrunk. How could it have shrunk? We snuggled together. He thanked me. I didn't know why. Later, he told me that what he ejaculated was semen, and that men experience great pleasure when they ejaculate.

In the days that followed, he frequently asked me to perform oral sex on him, leaving my hands covered in his semen each time. However, seeing him satisfied gave me some comfort. My genitals became a frequent target for his caresses, but only on the outside. One day, while we were kissing and caressing, he unzipped my pants. I nervously asked him what he was doing, and he said my pants were too stiff, so he needed to touch me through my underwear. I thought, "Fine, I'll let him have his way." He slowly inserted his fingers, and I felt them moving downwards. I breathed heavily, feeling his fingers. One of his fingers gently and slowly sank into the crevice of my genitals, right at my clitoris. He began to gently rub my clitoris. My underwear was already soaked, and with the lubrication of the fluid and the friction of his fingers against the underwear, ahhhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhh, I kept twisting my hips and squeezing my thighs, but his hands were so strong that I couldn't hold them together. I lost myself.

Ahhhhhh, it feels so good, what is this? My genitals were overflowing with fluid. I trembled all over, craving his touch, wanting it to stop. Suddenly, his fingers slipped inside my panties from the bottom edge, then his hand spread them open, his hand directly touching my vulva. Ahhhhhh! He slid his fingers back and forth between my labia, my fluids lubricating his fingers, and with his fingers poking around, my vulva became even more wet. His fingers touched my clitoris at the top of my vulva, then moved down to my clitoris. He didn't insert his fingers, but I could feel that he had reached a certain hymen. I was so aroused that I forgot where I was. I screamed out loud, "Ahhhhhh!" He stopped and told me to be quiet, but I did it involuntarily; it seemed that only screaming could relieve the discomfort, the pleasure. I trembled and clung to him tightly, but he teased me. He took his hand out and held it in front of my eyes, saying, "Look at your fluids, how come so much is flowing out? You reacted so strongly just now, did it feel good?"

I pounded his chest and said, "You're so bad, it's all your fault."

He hadn't ejaculated yet, and I could feel his penis still sticking out. He said to me, "Give him a kiss, baby."

I said, "What? How could I? No way, it's dirty."

He said, "Baby, just give him a kiss, it hurts so much, hurry up, be good."

My head was fuzzy at the time, and I don't know how, but I lowered my head and took the glans into my mouth. It smelled fishy.

But he told me to just lick it and spit it out, and I actually did it. Then I took the glans into my mouth again. It felt strange, the first time I had ever kissed a man's penis. He told me to take it in a little more, so I took most of it in. It was too big. He straightened up and started thrusting in and out of my mouth. Ahhhh, I felt it again. This man was using his penis to penetrate my mouth, what a lewd scene. My vagina started to itch again. A few times it went in really deep, all the way to my throat, and I felt like gagging. I spat out his penis and coughed a few times. Then his penis was put in my mouth again. Soon, it seemed to grow much larger, and his hips were arching upwards. He ejaculated, releasing a lot of sticky liquid into my mouth. I pulled his penis out abruptly. Just as I was about to spit it out, he said, "Don't spit it out, baby. Eat it; semen is good for your skin." I actually believed him and swallowed it.

I said, "Really?" He said, "Really, that's what the book says."

So we hugged for a long time, reluctantly parting.

From then on, he kept asking me to kiss his penis. You bastard, how could I be like this? Whenever we were alone, he would ask me to kiss his penis, and he would ejaculate in my mouth every time. But later I stopped eating it because I developed pimples on my face, and I suspected it was because of the semen. No matter how much he asked, I wouldn't eat it. One day we went on a date, and I was wearing a skirt. He held me on his lap, and we sat sideways, kissing constantly. He fondled my breasts. Slowly, his hand moved down to my knees. My skirt reached that point; I was bare-legged. He slipped his hand under my skirt, caressing the outside of my thighs. I loved that touch; he'd never touched my body so extensively before. Between my knees and buttocks, his large hands moved back and forth, caressing me. I loved being touched like this by my man. Ah…ah…ah…ah… I moaned softly, enjoying his caresses.

My legs opened and closed slightly, fluid slowly seeping from my vagina, flowing down to my anus, accumulating until my buttocks were almost completely wet. Soon, he gently parted my legs and began caressing the inside of my thighs. I wanted to squeeze them together, but I was also anticipating his next move. He seemed in no hurry, slowly caressing my legs. Perhaps it was the first time he'd felt my legs, or perhaps a woman's legs are something men particularly like and yearn for. Ahhhhh, I felt it; he was moving in that direction. He reached it, but he didn't continue. Instead, he pulled my underwear down. I didn't resist. He pulled my underwear down to my knees, but didn't take it off completely. Then he reached for my genitals. Ahhhhh, he was stroking my genitals back and forth between my labia. I could hear the wetness in his hands, such a lewd sound. Ahhhhh, faster, faster, touch me, I want it, I want it. Ahhhhhhhh. Suddenly, instead of stroking my genitals, he started inserting his fingers into my vagina. Ahhhhhhh, I couldn't breathe, I had lost my mind. Ahhhhhhh, my hips heaved wildly to meet the thrusting of his fingers. Ahhhhhhh.

I came, I came, ahhhhhh, suddenly I squeezed my legs together, my body stiffened, my whole body trembled, especially my genitals, which shuddered, as if gushing out a lot of fluid. I had an orgasm, a deep orgasm, an orgasm brought on by fingers.

[The End]

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