Groaning sounds in the postgraduate entrance exam classroom

The National Day Golden Week holiday arrived as scheduled. In previous years, I would always travel and enjoy the scenery during this holiday. However, I didn't have any plans for this Golden Week because I'm taking the postgraduate entrance exam in January and want to use this time to intensify my review. To be honest, I wasted three out of my four years of university, never really studying hard. But for the postgraduate entrance exam, I have to put in the same effort I had in my senior year of high school. Our school has special classrooms for postgraduate entrance exam preparation. Normally, no classes are held in these classrooms, but at the beginning of this semester, all of us students determined to take the exam would go there early to reserve seats. On

the first day of school, I got up at six o'clock and waited in front of the teaching building. At that moment, I noticed a beautiful woman standing gracefully in the crowd: wearing a white dress, with a cascade of jet-black hair that reached her waist. Especially her sexy and innocent little mouth, her thin lips constantly fluttering; at that moment, I really wanted to go up and bite her. I knew she was also a senior graduating from university, but I didn't know which college she was in. Luckily, she was also

preparing for graduate school, so she had plenty of opportunities, I thought to myself. A few days ago, we were both studying diligently, since we were both graduates, so we became quite familiar with each other after a few days. I learned her name was Ting and we were in the same year. September was still quite hot. One afternoon, I was taking a nap in the classroom when a captivating fragrance suddenly wafted into my nostrils, instantly pulling me from my reverie. I looked up, and wow… a beautiful young woman was smiling at me. She had probably just showered; her hair was still damp, and a faint fragrance wafted towards me. Under the intense stimulation of sight and smell, my little brother instantly became erect. I awkwardly leaned forward, trying not to let her see my erection. But she kept staring at me with a mischievous smile. I thought she had discovered something, when suddenly she handed me a tissue.

"Oh my god, no way, this girl is so considerate! Giving me tissues right now, does she expect me to just do it right here?" My heart started pounding.

"You're drooling all over your face while you're sleeping, hurry up and wipe it off." A gentle voice pulled me back from my fantasy world.

Oh, so I forgot to wipe my drool while I was lost in thought. I smiled at her a little embarrassedly. "Sorry, I hope you don't find this funny," I said. So I turned to the side and took the tissues. Suddenly, I noticed that her gaze was fixed on my crotch, her eyes shining with a strange light. I suddenly remembered that my "little brother" was still standing proudly there. Looking down, I saw a small tent pitched between my legs. My face flushed red instantly, and I immediately sat up straight. I thought she must be even more embarrassed than me, so I secretly glanced at her, but I found that she wasn't like what I expected. On the contrary, I saw a sense of satisfaction and joy in her expression, like when you get your favorite toy as a child. "Damn, looks like this girl's already smitten," I thought. If I get the chance, I'll definitely flirt with her. Her changes over the next few days only solidified this idea. From then on, she dressed more and more daringly, often wearing low-rise pants and tank tops to class. Her speech was also flirtatious, a stark contrast to the demure image I first met. I started to wonder if she had the same thoughts as me. But I couldn't care less; I'd deal with whatever came my way. Finally, the opportunity arrived: October 1st, the birthday of our great motherland. Because of the National Day holiday, few people came to study. Our classroom was full of students preparing for postgraduate entrance exams, and even then, only a few showed up. There were hardly any other students; the entire teaching building was practically empty. I went out during the day, and in the afternoon, I went out to eat with classmates and had some drinks. After returning to the dorm and sleeping for a while, I went to the study room. Our study room was on the top floor of the teaching building, the innermost one. As I walked along, I noticed that the classrooms on the lower floors were already dark. There were only three people in the study room, including Xie Ting. Today she was wearing the same white dress I wore when we first met, which rekindled that feeling, and the alcohol made it even stronger. "Xie Ting, you're so beautiful!" I whispered in her ear as I passed her. She smiled slightly, glancing at me. "Have you been drinking?" she asked, deliberately covering her nose, her eyes scanning me up and down. "Yeah, I went out for lunch and had a little something," I replied, sitting down and opening my book. But I couldn't concentrate at all, constantly glancing at the beautiful woman beside me. My heart was starting to race. Perhaps she sensed my thoughts; a faint smile remained on her lips.

It was almost nine o'clock, and only the two of us were left in the classroom. Neither of us seemed inclined to leave. For a long time, neither of us spoke, and the entire building was shrouded in silence—so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat. To break the eerie silence, I deliberately flipped through my book, making a rustling sound.

“If you don’t want to study, don’t pretend to. There’s no teacher here,” she snapped at me, a strange glint in her eyes.

“If I’m not studying, then what am I supposed to do?” I asked, glancing at her deliberately.

Seeing that I didn’t react, she couldn’t help but ask again, “Were you telling me the truth just now, or were you just talking nonsense?”

Heh, the little rascal finally couldn’t hold back. I got up and sat down next to her, gazing at her affectionately, saying, “Actually, I’ve always wanted to tell you, but

I never had the courage. That was my true feeling. I was deeply attracted to you the first time I saw you.” She seemed a little excited, so I pressed my advantage, gently taking her hand. She didn’t object. With her tacit approval, I became bolder. I slowly moved closer to her. She seemed to know what I was about to do, slowly closing her eyes, which was undoubtedly a great encouragement to me. When our lips touched, I felt her body tremble slightly. I didn’t stop kissing her, and at the same time, my other hand joined the fray, attacking her breasts through her clothes. Perhaps I was too forceful and hurt her, because she let out a soft moan. Perhaps the pressure of preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam was too much; she also wanted to seek some excitement, so instead of rejecting me, she gradually became more cooperative. She wrapped her arms around my neck, fully enjoying everything.

I pulled her tightly into my arms, letting our tongues intertwine, my hands roaming over her body. I picked her up, walked to the front of the classroom, turned off the lights, and the moonlight streaming in through the window added an extra layer of mystery. I placed her on the desk, gently rolling up her skirt. My penis, already impatient, sprang out automatically as soon as I unzipped my pants, standing there proudly. I took her hand and held it in mine, but when her hand touched my penis, she suddenly pulled it back. In a very low voice, she said, "It's so thick, so hard. I've seen it in books, but I didn't expect it to be this thick. Will it hurt when I insert it?" I said, "It will hurt a little at first, but soon you'll experience a feeling of ecstasy." She started to get nervous, her palms sweating profusely. I comforted her, saying, "It's okay, I'll be very gentle, I promise I won't make you suffer." Perhaps it was the raging fire of passion, or perhaps it was the fleeting nature of youth, but before I could even begin to caress her, her vagina was already overflowing, the fluids even seeping onto the table through her panties. I guided my penis towards her secret valley, parting her vulva with my left hand and grasping my large penis with my right, aiming it at the entrance and gently saying, "Tingting, I'm going to go in now, just bear with it!"

Then I forcefully pushed open her tight vaginal opening. Although she felt pain, she persevered, and my large glans finally entered her honeyed cave. My penis slowly pushed in, the surrounding tender flesh like an impenetrable wall, tightly enveloping the glans. Suddenly, I felt a soft membrane blocking my path; I knew that was the hymen. I dared not advance rashly, only tentatively pushing in a little more. She gripped me tightly with both hands, tears welling in her eyes. I stopped, gently kissing her cheek and whispering softly in her ear.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she began to twist her waist, causing her vaginal walls to rub against my glans, and the pain subsided. I thought the time was right to make my move, so I thrust my hips forward, and my glans sank to the bottom. My entire penis was enveloped by her vagina, like being immersed in a hot spring, and pleasure surged through every cell. But Ting was groaning in pain. I felt pity and suppressed my urges, listening to her and continuing to comfort her with words and caresses.

Gradually, the pain subsided, replaced by waves of itching. She opened her eyes and looked at me affectionately, indicating that we could continue. I continued to thrust carefully after receiving the command, and after about a dozen thrusts, she began to let out soul-stirring moans:

"Ah! It's so itchy, so painful, so good—"

"Deeper—"

"Ah! Ya! Ouch—Oh! Oh—"

Although she kept her voice low, the silence around her meant her moans echoed throughout the classroom, greatly stimulating me. I let go of all my inhibitions and thrust wildly with all my might. With each thrust, she cried out softly, "Ah—ah—ah—ah—" The melodious cries made me want to ejaculate. She couldn't help but make rhythmic sounds: "Mmm—mmm—mmm—". We made love passionately, enjoying ourselves to the fullest, forgetting we were still in the classroom. The entire classroom and the hallway echoed with our moans and the sounds of our intercourse.

Her lower body arched slightly in rhythm, making her feel incredibly good. Seeing her so absorbed, I thrust in and out ten more times, finally about to ejaculate.

"Ah—ah—I—I can't take it anymore—" A surge of intense, tingling pleasure shot through my lower abdomen, and my scalding semen was about to ejaculate inside her. At the very moment of climax, I swiftly withdrew my penis, and a thick stream of semen shot out like an arrow. She was unable to move, her forehead and body glistening with sweat, her genitals wet, and both of us panting heavily.

[The End]

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