Sending old students to give their bodies

Graduation was approaching, and a faint sense of melancholy permeated the campus. The farewell football match for graduating students was held as usual. The result wasn't important, and no one cared; it was just a ceremony, a farewell ceremony. This farewell marked the end of an era and the beginning of a new one!

After the match, as usual, there was a dinner for both teams, along with our football cheerleading squad. During the meal, Zeng Kun, our school team's star, was naturally the one everyone urged to drink, and he downed his drinks in no time, drinking heartily.

"Come on, our big star, let me toast you!" Yao Yao, who had been silent all evening, seemingly burdened with endless thoughts, also came over.

She was still wearing her cheerleading uniform, a tight pink tracksuit that accentuated her prominent breasts, making them almost burst out of her clothes. She wore a white tracksuit, and her long, straight, and supple legs, without stockings, made her look graceful and elegant. Due to years of exercise, her slightly tanned skin, while not as fair as that of a typical young girl, accentuated her health, vitality, sexiness, and a touch of wildness. A pair of lace-trimmed short socks paired with delicate sneakers—everything was perfectly flawless! At only 1.5cm tall, her feet were remarkably small.

"Oh dear, thank you for gracing us with your presence, our beautiful lady! We are truly unworthy!" Zeng Kun, already slightly tipsy, didn't notice the slight daze in Yao Yao's eyes. "Come on, let's have a drink!" "One more! One more!" Someone egged them on, "Let's have a toast between the two captains!" "Yes! Yes!" Everyone's spirits were immediately lifted.

Following Minhua's tradition, the captain of the soccer cheerleading team would voluntarily step down after their senior year, and a new captain would be chosen from the sophomores. Yao Yao was the next captain.

At this moment, the daze in Yao Yao's eyes vanished, replaced by a resolute determination. However, the smile on her beautiful face remained unchanged, only now a blush appeared on her cheeks—was it the effect of the wine she had just drunk, the cheers from the crowd, or something else entirely?

"Come on, let's go!" the two captains exclaimed almost simultaneously, eliciting another round of laughter, whistles, and teasing from the crowd. Yao Yao's face flushed even more, while Zeng Kun seemed to have suddenly lost his domineering presence on the court, awkwardly raising his glass.

Whether someone deliberately pushed Zeng Kun, or he was genuinely a little drunk, or it was intentional, his elbow bumped into Yao Yao's firm breasts as the two drank their numb cups. Yao Yao felt a jolt of electricity strike her tender, sensitive nipples; the sensation sent a tingling shiver through her breasts, then coursed through her body like a serpent, causing her vagina to involuntarily release a stream of lustful fluid. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her thighs pressed tightly together as if she were holding back a urination. At the same time, she felt dizzy, her smooth, firm legs trembling slightly… Zeng Kun downed his beer in one gulp, only to see Yao Yao still slowly sipping hers. He then realized his elbow was pressed against the softest part of a woman's body—soft and incredibly elastic. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Yao Yao drank her beer extremely slowly, and Zeng Kun, who had intended to urge her, was now enjoying the exquisite sensation.

The dinner party finally ended. Zeng Kun, completely drunk and disoriented, had fallen asleep with his head buried in the table. The other team members weren't in much better shape, all staggering about. But they still had to get back to school. The more sober ones dragged their feet, while the more confused ones walked in small groups, like tortoises and snakes, towards the school.

Yao Yao was the slowest to walk. By the time she draped Zeng Kun's right arm over her shoulder and reached the hotel entrance, everyone else had already gone quite a distance. She had no choice but to hail a taxi to her rented place. Due to the continuous expansion of university enrollment in recent years, the already strained university accommodation resources had become even more limited. Some students with better financial means, as well as those who didn't want to be overly restricted by the school or wanted to study computer science better at night, rented rooms off-campus, and the school turned a blind eye to this.

Actually, Yao Yao had secretly loved Zeng Kun for a long time, but she had always been too shy to express it. Today, they were about to break up, and this might be her last performance as the captain of the cheerleading squad, cheering him on. If she didn't express her love now, perhaps she would miss out on her prince charming for the rest of her life.

Half-asleep, Zeng Kun leaned against her chest in the car, so close that her left breast swelled as if it were about to burst. His warm breath brushed against her ear and hairline, the masculine scent making her increasingly confused and infatuated. Was

what she was doing right? Yao Yao asked herself silently, but she couldn't find an answer.

What is love? What should one do for love? For thousands of years, who has been able to say for sure? Some people are like moths drawn to a flame, ultimately sacrificing themselves for love; some break through all kinds of constraints to reach their own Eden; some live their lives in silence, never letting the one they love know their heart. What is right? What is wrong? Or perhaps, love has no right or wrong.

Yao Yao wasn't thinking about anything right now, her mind drifting, letting her consciousness control her. She only knew that Zeng Kun was leaving, and perhaps she would never see him again. She only knew that her Prince Charming was so close, so within reach, and that masculine scent was so alluring! Completely immersed in that scent, she gently stroked Zeng Kun's firm chest muscles; everything about his body captivated her. The heat in her lower abdomen began to stir again, making her feel increasingly out of control. She had an urge to shout, but she didn't know what to say. The fire in her abdomen burned brighter and brighter, as if it wouldn't stop until it burned her to ashes.

At this moment, the hand that had been stroking Zeng Kun moved to his abdomen; his abdominal muscles were so firm, seemingly without an ounce of fat. No wonder he, so small, could score goals among a group of giants. She longed to be naked before him, to let her softness rest against his strong body.

Unwittingly, her hand touched something hard, causing her to jerk back as if electrocuted. This must be a male symbol, but why is it so hard and so big? Why is it different from what's described in books?

Glancing at the driver and seeing he wasn't paying attention, Yao Yao slowly placed her hand on his lower abdomen.

It was still hard and hot. At that moment, a fire ignited within her, as if burning her entire body. Her inner thighs and buttocks began to itch, her breasts swelled, and her lower body felt hot, numb, and itchy. The increasingly intense swelling pressed against her vaginal walls, strongly impacting her brain. Her whole body tensed, feeling a warm current surging out of her vagina. Her mouth was open, the intense excitement causing her entire body to tremble uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking violently. She ended up holding him tightly in her arms, her whole body trembling violently.

The taxi stopped at an inopportune moment; they had arrived at Yao Yao's place. She hurriedly tossed over ten yuan, not even daring to look at the driver, and got out of the car with Zeng Kun in her arms.

Only after getting out of the car did she realize how heavy a drunk person was, and her legs, still weak from her recent orgasm, felt limp. As the taxi drove away, she felt her own powerlessness.

Neither of them knew how they got into Yao Yao's place; she only knew that after opening the door, they both collapsed to the floor. Zeng Kun was still fast asleep, sleeping so deeply, completely unaware of his surroundings. Yao Yao nestled tightly against him, pressing her body against his—she was completely lost in her own world, unsure whether she was drunk or sober.

In her hazy state, Yao Yao tried to drift off to sleep, but the thought of her Prince Charming leaving for Yunnan in a week, that distant land of colorful clouds, and the thought that perhaps after tonight, he would never belong to her again, made her realize her true nature.

She cleared her head and half-carried, half-dragged Zeng Kun into the bathroom. She wanted to wash away the sweat from herself and her lover, and she wanted to give her lover a perfect performance of her first time!

Perhaps this is love. It makes one strong, making one abandon everything else and focus solely on their lover, yet it also leaves one bewildered, utterly lost and disoriented.

Yao Yao gently removed Zeng Kun's short-sleeved jersey,

revealing his strong chest and well-defined abs. Although she had seen them before, it was when he excitedly took off his jersey after scoring a goal; now, they were so close, so within reach.

She gently stroked his sculpted abs, pressing her delicate face against his chest, letting herself feel his strength. She felt her heart pounding fiercely, as if it would leap out of her chest, and her face burned like fire.

With trembling hands, Yao Yao forcefully lifted Zeng Kun's body and gently pulled down his athletic shorts. To her surprise, Zeng Kun wasn't wearing underwear; his penis sprang out, his masculine scent filling the air, making her heart race even faster.

This was the first time Yao Yao had ever seen an adult male's penis. How could it be so different from a child's? It was dark, hard, and bouncing around as if in a show of defiance.

Yao Yao helped Zeng Kun lean against the wall, then sat up and slowly took off his tight pink sportswear. His firm breasts immediately sprang out like a pair of jade rabbits. They were so firm, with pink nipples and snow-white breasts, creating a striking contrast with his bronze body. The Creator was truly wondrous; what kind of divine craftsmanship could create such captivating perfection? It was a pity that Zeng Kun was still asleep and hadn't witnessed this beautiful sight.

Yao Yao gently stroked her breasts; she had always been proud of her figure. In the school dormitory, she and her roommates often talked and compared themselves, and she was always the envy of others. Her female classmates always asked her how she had developed such perfect breasts, especially her upturned nipples.

Yao Yao reached for the zipper on the side of her skirt, and with a "whoosh," the zipper opened, lifting the skirt from the hem upwards, gradually revealing her white panties. The lace trim on the panties stood out starkly against her snow-white thighs. The skirt slowly slipped down from bottom to top.

Finally, the moment the skirt left her body, she was left only in her panties, her alluring curves completely exposed. Whether from sweat or the vaginal fluid she had released in the taxi, the white panties were so translucent that one could vaguely see her slightly raised mons pubis and glossy black pubic hair.

Years of physical activity had left her with not an ounce of excess fat, a slender figure, and beautifully proportioned curves, as if meticulously sculpted. Her tiny waist, easily encircled by a single hand, flowed downwards, forming two beautiful arcs with her fair and full hips. A lovely navel nestled on her smooth abdomen; further down, the alluring petals of her pubic hair, a tempting sight, peeked shyly from within her beautiful garden.

Turning on the hot water, Yao Yao carefully began to wash Zeng Kun, gently wiping him with a towel, as tender as a newlywed wife. But her groom was leaving in a week, to that distant, perhaps unattainable place. Unexpectedly, she suddenly recalled a line from a poem: "I remember our first meeting in the bridal chamber, destined only for a long and happy life together. Who could have foreseen that our brief, joyful reunion would turn into the sorrow of parting?" Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the soap suds and rolling down Zeng Kun's body.

She gently washed every inch of her lover's body, then tenderly dried him before half-carrying, half-helping him into the bedroom and placing him on her fragrant bed.

Back in the bathroom, she meticulously washed herself, more carefully and thoroughly than ever before, determined to be the most perfect bride in the world!

Without her lover by her side, she began to question her decision. Her mother's teachings echoed in her ears: "Whatever you've decided on, you must resolutely pursue it, especially when you meet your true love. Perhaps love only comes once."

Gazing at her lover's erect penis, her heart pounded again. She gently reached out her trembling left hand and grasped his throbbing member, feeling its heat and power.

This was hers, all of this belonged to her, at least for this moment! But what about a week from now? Who would her lover be then? Perhaps the most important thing now was to do well today.

Gently aiming at the entrance to her garden, she slowly sat down. There was no pain as described in the book, only a feeling of fullness filling every cell of her body. So this was the feeling of love! Love is being in me, me in you; love is being possessed, the feeling of being possessed in both mind and body!

She tried to wiggle her rounded hips slightly, and the huge penis gently rubbed against her inside. The heat returned to her mind, the itchy sensation returned to her buttocks, and a feeling of fullness, happiness, excitement, and a slight sense of disorientation enveloped her.

Driven by instinct, she twisted her waist faster, allowing the penis to grind deeper and faster against her cervix, letting wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. That ever-increasing feeling of expansion returned, her whole body tensed, her upper body suddenly leaning forward, her hands tightly embracing Zeng Kun's head, her legs stretched straight, feeling a warm current gushing out of her vagina. Her mouth was open, the intense excitement making her whole body tremble uncontrollably... So this is what it feels like to be a woman. From today onwards, I am no longer a girl! I am a woman!

Yao Yao's heart suddenly felt very chaotic, unsure whether it was happiness, sadness, or some other emotion. Two lines of clear tears flowed uncontrollably as she quietly gazed at her lover, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm.

Holding him tightly, the two of them so close, she should be happy, but why was she crying?

Even she herself didn't know. Perhaps, women really are strange creatures.

Nestled beside her lover, she felt a security she had never known before. Her thoughts drifted far, far away, as if she were thinking of nothing at all, as if only she and her lover existed in the world, and nothing else existed, or was irrelevant to her.

His sharply defined face was so handsome, especially his straight nose, so strikingly beautiful. She'd read that people with prominent noses have particularly strong sexual abilities; was that true? Oh well, what was she thinking about? Why did her thoughts keep wandering back to this? Was it true that "which young girl doesn't dream of love?"

A wave of weariness washed over her. Was she too tired? No, the training intensity seemed much greater than this before. She didn't want to sleep; she wanted to look at her lover a little longer!

Finally, her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep. She slept so peacefully, so sweetly.

In her dream, she seemed to see countless flowers, and she and he chased and played among them. Then, they fell together in the flowers, his kisses so long, so sweet. He took out his large penis and pressed it against himself. Oh God, was it coming again? Was it going to be that overwhelming pleasure of lovemaking again?

[The End]

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