Study abroad life

In the center of the classroom, four high-heat lights shone intently on a naked, athletic blonde woman with blue eyes. The students were all focused on the clay before them, sculpting her in poses reminiscent of the model.

May was our school's contracted model; I'd heard she was a dancer at a strip club. I couldn't quite guess her age, but she was probably in her early twenties. Although the hourly wage for academic models was less than a third of her regular job, not to mention the generous tips from wealthy patrons, enduring the lustful gazes of customers was a vastly different experience from helping us poor students develop our artistic talents. Behind every focused gaze lay deep gratitude. While these students' works may not be preserved permanently like those of masters, they are still lifelong treasures for us.

During each three-hour class, May could maintain the same pose for a long time. Compared to amateurs who had to stretch or rest every ten minutes, May was incredibly professional, and we always secretly applauded her when she modeled for our classes. When sculpting with her, I could quickly grasp the general feeling I wanted, allowing me to spend more time observing May's body and correcting any areas I had overlooked. So I would approach May and study her closely.

Sometimes May would joke, "Why don't you touch it? Wouldn't that give you a better feel?"

I dared not, and I didn't think the teacher would allow it. The advanced sculpture class had only about ten students, so the atmosphere was always great. Everyone chatted and laughed, like a big family. I knew that although May was almost silent to maintain his posture, he was actually laughing a lot, as you could tell from his chest that kept swaying.

He had a very good physique, about 170 cm tall. His chest wasn't considered large by foreign standards, but by Chinese standards, it was close to a C cup, and very firm. He was thin but very muscular, not like the unhealthy thinness often seen in Asians who diet excessively for beauty. The muscles on his arms, though not very large, clearly defined beautiful curves, and his abdomen had faint muscle definition and sexy side lines. A fake diamond ornament hung from his navel, sparkling under the lights. His short, curly blond hair, framing his strikingly handsome face, suggested he was a top star at a strip club! His well-proportioned thighs, tightly pressed together, couldn't conceal his abundant blond pubic hair. The strikingly beautiful May often found herself blushing bright red when we teased her.

During the 15-minute intermission, we thoughtfully provided him with cookies and coffee, saving him the time of getting dressed and going to the snack bar. He would casually throw on a bathrobe and chat happily with us. I was the only Asian in the class, so she often talked to me about Taiwan. It's strange how foreigners seem to be drawn to independent travel in Asia through teaching English. She was no exception. After class, he would often admire the sculptures we made using his body, occasionally commenting, "My breasts aren't that small," or "My legs aren't that thick." He really liked my sculptures, saying they had an oriental mystique, and the woman within possessed a melancholic air—an air that wasn't his, but something I had imbued. I was delighted and promised to give him a piece I had completed using him as a model at the end of the semester. And so we gradually became closer.

One day after class, May slowly finished dressing, and I started packing my things. The other quick-moving students had already scattered, and I couldn't find a strong man to help me move that 30-kilogram clay sculpture. I looked miserable. So May came over and helped me move the clay to make room for the students in the next class. Quite surprised, I didn't expect May to be so strong; I barely had to lift a finger.

May mischievously asked me to buy him a coffee as a thank you, and I said, "No problem at all."

But didn't he just down a whole cup of espresso during the break? Foreigners really do drink coffee like water.

Have you ever heard of a teacher who, for an 8 AM class, gives everyone ten minutes to buy coffee to perk them up while they're still half asleep? That teacher was really funny; he'd say, "Everyone, hurry up and use this time to buy a life-saving coffee! You're about to have a life-threatening class!"

So May and I walked and chatted as we entered the cafe. It turned out that May wasn't just a stripper; during the day, he was a student at a vocational school. His dream was to save up enough money to study formal dance. He came here as a model to cultivate his appreciation for beauty and to better understand his body language and how others perceived his physical expression.

"Could you do me a favor?" May looked at me with pleading eyes.

"If I'm capable, of course, no problem."

"Actually, I'm participating in a poetry reading. I wrote a poem and want to recite it at this Sunday's reading, but just reciting it is too monotonous, so I'd like to add some physical performance."

"Oh, that sounds quite interesting. How can I help?"

"My idea is that while reciting, I'll take off my clothes and make movements that match my poem. You can help me draw some Chinese characters with a brush, and I'll make them into slides and project them onto my body." He took out his poem and showed it to me.

The human body is language, transmitting unspoken signals between people.

The human body is a symbol, provocatively, subtly, and intensely hinting at a language we both understand.

A flirtatious glance—you know what that means.

A hooked index finger—you know what that means.

Legs spread—you know what that means

. Yes, I'm expressing my desire for your

intertwined body, our connected bodies, our swirling bodies. In this instant, we feel

the burning heat of love, more real than words

. A pounding heartbeat, sweeter than the mouth.

Please be silent now.

My thighs entwine with your tenderness,

your waist presses against my romance.

The desire expressed by body language is far greater than words.

Your strength accentuates my gentleness.

This moment becomes eternal.

After reading this, my God! What a lewd poem! Imagining May reciting such erotic poetry so naked completely changed my perception of poetry reading, which I used to think of as simply reciting Bible hymns.

He excitedly asked me, "What do you think of my poem?"

"Wow, so sentimental!"

My mind was only focused on the fact that May was originally going to recite it for me, but because I felt my English wasn't good enough, I was afraid I'd miss something, so I asked to read it myself. Thank goodness, otherwise, wouldn't everyone in the packed cafe have thought the two of us girls were having a romantic conversation?

"It's Friday already, and I have a recitation on Sunday, so could you come to my house tonight and help me draw? Please bring some toiletries, and if it's too late, you can sleep at my place!"

For me, writing a few characters with a brush isn't difficult, so I readily agreed. I went home to get some clothes and calligraphy supplies and then went home with May.

She was indeed an incredibly cool girl, driving a beat-up Jeep, looking extremely stylish. Because it was the dead of winter, snow was falling outside, and she kept expressing the feelings she wanted to convey along the way, which I listened to carefully. Her house was located in a very desolate area, supposedly the site of a former city wall, on the southern edge of the city, with vast forests tightly enveloping the house. He said the city wall had crumbled and been demolished, leaving behind ruins. A designer bought it and built three adjacent houses. Although they were eighty years old, they were still very distinctive and sturdy. Later, his family bought them.

In the middle of the three houses was an open space; after snowfall, it could be used for ice hockey. After parking the car, he led me to the smallest-looking house, saying it was where he and his girlfriend lived. I was stunned. He and his girlfriend? Could it be... could it be that she was a lesbian? Suppressing the strange feeling in my heart, I watched

as he opened the door and said to the people inside, "Sweetheart, we have guests!"

A sweet voice came from inside: "Is it a boy or a girl?"

May said, "It's a very cute girl!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl inside ran to the entrance and opened the door. Oh

my god! She was only wearing a sheer pink sexy nightgown. Although it wasn't very transparent, her nipples, which weren't wearing a bra, and the outline of her breasts, which were much larger than May's, were clearly visible. "Wow~ It's so cold!" This girl with a doll-like round face was named Molly.

"Who told you to come out and open the door dressed so scantily?" May quickly wrapped Molly's body with her coat and considerately embraced her as they went into the house. I followed, of course. It was obvious that May was the male of the two women, and the sexy Molly was the female. As soon as they entered the room, ignoring my presence, they passionately kissed. Molly exclaimed, "I missed you so much! It's not like we've only seen each other for a short time. They're living together, their relationship is really good!" Molly first let go of May, saying shyly, "Hehe, we're all like that, don't mind!"

I'm not against homosexuality, it's just that I rarely have the chance to actually meet someone, so I was a little surprised. But my expression seemed quite natural. May explained my purpose to Molly, and Molly thanked me with a smile for my help.

The hospitable Molly kindly took my hand and led me to the kitchen, saying, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I made dinner, everyone, please eat first!"

On the table was a thick layer of cheese crepe noodles, half a roast chicken dripping with oil, and a dozen beers just taken from the refrigerator. Foreigners really don't seem to care about gaining weight. Ugh~ But I still enjoyed my meal very much.

The house is really small, just one floor and a basement. The basement has a small bar with a liquor cabinet inside, but it only has cases of beer. In the middle is a pool table, audio equipment, and lots of exercise equipment. No wonder May is so fit and strong.

There are three rooms on the first floor: a study filled with books and photo albums on music and dance; a room that should be a guest room, but it's cluttered with random items; and the last one is, of course, the master bedroom. The master bedroom is very large, with a king-size bed upholstered in a pink lace-trimmed mattress. It seems to have been decorated according to Molly's preferences. There's no partition between the bathroom and the master bedroom, but a thick purple curtain can be drawn. The bathroom has a four-seater jacuzzi, a shower, and an oven—truly the epitome of luxury. May said the original designer had excellent taste and paid great attention to the finer things in life. It's evident in the fact that the bathroom's exterior, including the roof, is built like a glass house, surrounded by dense forest. Being in the suburbs with no light pollution, the starlight adds a romantic touch.

After a satisfying meal, we went to the living room, which also features floor-to-ceiling windows, again overlooking dense forest. In fact, besides these three houses, there are no other neighbors—a perfect spot for a party. May, very particular about ambiance, didn't turn on the lights but lit many candles and essential oils, playing Indian-style music. He slowly removed his clothes in front of me, while Molly watched. May, dancing to the music, slowly recited his poem.

Watching him dance, I quickly picked up a calligraphy brush and began writing bold cursive script in the dim candlelight. To my astonishment, halfway through the recitation, Molly also removed the only thin garment she was wearing, and the two intertwined. Indeed, the poem described their interaction. Apparently, both were professional dancers, striking various dramatic and beautiful poses. May's slightly deep, husky voice was unexpectedly very sexy. The provocative poses, the evocative verses, and the rose essential oil permeating the air all stirred the desires of onlookers, creating an intensely seductive atmosphere.

However, being a professional, I did my best to complete my task. I wrote the calligraphy quickly, and when May came to take a look, he was very satisfied. Perhaps because they were hot after dancing, the two of them, too lazy to even put on their clothes, started drinking beer, and I, feeling a little awkward, had no choice but to join them. It suddenly occurred to me that I usually don't have the opportunity to create sculptures of two people entwined, because typical school courses can't afford the salaries of two models. I love Rodin's sculpture called "The Kiss," where the intertwined couple exudes love and sensuality. Especially since their relationship is so good, I could definitely express that feeling, except that May and Molly are a lesbian couple. So I asked May and Molly if they would like to be my models so I could draw some sketches to take back as sculptures. They both readily agreed. But Molly jokingly said, "We'll all be naked for you, so you have to be completely naked too." Emboldened by a bit of drunkenness, I boldly took off my clothes. Although my breasts weren't as large as Molly's, I was still a C-cup, so I confidently let my white breasts bounce out of my bra. However, I was too embarrassed to take off my underwear, and Molly didn't force me. But then Molly suddenly chuckled and pinched my breast, saying, "I didn't expect Asians to have such large breasts." His lewd behavior really startled me.

So I told them to change positions as they pleased, but to make sure it felt like love. So these two clueless guys actually thought that the expression of love was a passionate kiss, and I frantically waved my paintbrush to capture this moment of passion. Time passed second by second, and the two of them were French kissing and caressing each other's breasts, making it increasingly difficult for me to concentrate. I even felt my underwear getting a little wet. I had no choice but to chug down some cold beer, but with my low alcohol tolerance, I was already feeling dizzy.

Molly couldn't help but start moaning first. She grabbed May's head and made him lick her breasts. Molly's voice was sweet and soft, completely different from the moans of girls in typical foreign porn films. From a distance of about a meter, I could clearly see the two female bodies groping each other. Molly's golden pubic hair glistened with water droplets, shimmering in the flickering candlelight. Whether it was the beer or burning desire, I felt incredibly hot, and a surge of intense urge welled up inside me. My hand involuntarily released my paintbrush, and I stared blankly at them, while my other hand secretly rubbed my genitals under the table. My underwear was clearly soaked.

Molly, lost in her own world, began touching herself, while May continued licking his chest. Perhaps remembering they were supposed to be my model, they remained in an embracing position, though I had long since stopped painting.

May suddenly glanced in my direction, and seeing my flushed face, she darted forward before I could react, grabbing my hand still inside my underwear, my fingers still glistening with my vaginal fluid. Ouch, I'd been caught.

Molly climbed up to me, watching me with amusement.

May asked if I wanted to play, and I was already too shy to speak. Molly, being more outgoing, pinched my nipple and said, "Look, they're all hard."

May said, "If you don't want to, we won't force you." I hesitated, but my lower body was unbearably itchy, so I whispered, "I don't know, but I really want to watch you play."

May glanced at Molly, who shrugged indifferently. Then May picked me up and carried me from the living room to the master bedroom, placing me on their pink bed. It was the first time a girl had held me like a boy, and I was worried he wouldn't be able to lift me, so I clung tightly to May's neck.

May said knowingly, "Don't worry, I can even lift Molly!" Molly followed behind, making faces at me.

May and Molly started playing with each other on the bed. They told me I could play by myself too, but I was too shy, so I just sat on the edge of the bed against the wall with my legs closed, watching them blankly. May started licking Molly's clitoris, and Molly was moaning loudly, completely ignoring my presence. May then inserted two fingers and stirred them rapidly, and lots of vaginal fluid flowed out with each movement. I saw Molly's whole body convulse, her hands grabbing May's long fingers and forcefully pushing them towards her body. Her legs tightly clamped around May's arms, preventing him from moving at all.

So May asked her, "Really? You came so quickly?" Molly looked at me and said, "Yeah, because we have an audience! But just watching probably isn't enough, is it?"

It seemed Molly really wanted to drag me into this. She came between my legs and forcefully ripped my underwear, exposing my vulva to them.

Molly said, "Ouch, it's all wet!" She even deliberately dipped her finger in the vaginal fluid and sucked on it noisily, saying, "Hmm, the taste isn't that different from ours, is it?" May said, "Don't tease him, not everyone can accept what we're like!"

Molly, who looked like a Barbie doll, then asked me with innocent eyes, "Do you hate homosexuality?" I said, "No, love has no gender, I'm not against it." Molly continued, "Then do you think it's disgusting for two girls to have sex?"

I said, "I think you two are both so beautiful, especially Molly, you're incredibly sexy. Your body would drive both men and women crazy." Molly then asked me, "Would I drive you crazy too?"

I nodded and asked Molly if I could touch his breasts. Actually, I'd been wanting to touch a woman's breasts for a long time, especially these huge, swaying breasts in front of me. He immediately grabbed my hands and started kneading his enormous breasts, which were too big to be held in one hand, while moaning and looking at May.

May seemed to think I was having a great time with his girlfriend, so he knelt between my wide-open legs and started licking my vulva. Ahhh~ his technique was amazing, making me gasp and moan, my juices flowing freely. While licking me, May also played with Molly's vulva. Three naked female bodies were intertwined, the air thick with a lewd atmosphere. Molly buried my head between his breasts, rubbing them incessantly, almost suffocating me. I gently bit Molly's soft breast; so this was what it felt like to lick a woman's breasts. So good! Molly bent my head down, his head also bent down to my chest, and we licked each other's breasts, gently biting each other's nipples. Molly bit harder, and I bit back harder. He bit his nipple, brushing his tongue over the sensitive tip, and I did the same. Molly's licking felt so good; I couldn't help but release his nipple, letting out moans. So I used my hands instead of my tongue to knead his large breasts, kneading them so hard that my fingers dug into his plump breasts.

May pulled out his fingers, which were covered in Molly's vaginal fluid, and inserted them into my vagina. Just like he had played with Molly earlier, he licked and thrust rapidly, pinching my clitoris between his thumb and middle finger and licking it back and forth with his tongue. Molly's empty vagina was dripping wet, so he took my hand and actually inserted three fingers into his wet hole. It was my first time playing with a girl's vagina, and I didn't know how to please Molly. But Molly was quite pleased with himself, holding my hand still and thrusting up and down like riding a horse. He shouted wildly: "Fuck me, fuck me to death~ Ahhh!"

Damn, he was incredibly slutty. His fluid kept flowing down my arm. I could feel her vagina contracting continuously due to the orgasm, clamping down so tightly that my fingers almost couldn't move. Fingers at a particularly rough spot, Molly screamed, "I want more! I want you to rape me hard with your fingers!"

So, while I was using my hands to fuck Molly, May was licking and rapidly thrusting into my vagina, bringing me to my first orgasm. May was surprised to find I could squirt and continued to suck on my clitoris forcefully. May and Molly's sex style was rather rough; he kept directly stimulating and licking my clitoris with the tip of his tongue, and held my buttocks down to prevent me from resisting, leaving me too weak to play with Molly. Molly also saw my vaginal fluid gushing out in large gushes, spraying May's face. So Molly positioned himself with his anus facing my face, forming a 69 position. He and May took turns licking my vulva, one in front and one behind. Their tongues swirled around me, occasionally kissing. Molly even gently bit my clitoris with his teeth—damn, it hurt so much! I angrily slapped his fat buttocks hard, making them red. With each slap, his juices flowed out. This woman probably enjoyed being treated roughly.

Although I wasn't very skilled, I started licking Molly's vulva. He began to move his hips back and forth, and my tongue didn't even need to move. He moved so hard that my tongue went numb, each thrust precisely hitting Molly's clitoris. I started digging into his vulva with my hands, deliberately being rough, and Molly kept moaning as she was fucked.

May stood up, went into the changing room, and came out with some things. Upon closer inspection, they were a penis with a monkey-shaped vibrating egg attached and a double-headed dildo with rings that could be fixed to one person's body; both were enormous. May stood with his legs spread apart and ordered Molly to lick his genitals. He pulled Molly's long hair forcefully. May wanted me to stand in front of him and lick his breasts. May's breasts weren't as big as Molly's, but they were very sensitive. I pinched his G-spot and bit his nipples. May seemed unable to bear it and pressed my head down hard. However, May didn't moan as loudly as Molly; he just moaned softly and breathed heavily. Then he pushed Molly and me onto the bed, inserted one end of the double-headed dildo into his vagina, grabbed Molly and positioned her against his buttocks, and thrust his 20-centimeter-long penis deep into Molly's cunt with a loud "plop," making Molly scream in agony.

Molly kept yelling for May to go faster and harder. Curious, I lay down at the point where Molly and May were joined, sometimes licking Molly's clitoris, sometimes licking May's inner thighs, and even digging into May's anus with my fingers, or squeezing Molly's large breasts hard with one hand, causing their juices to flow freely onto my face and even fill my mouth. It was the first time I had seen such a large penis thrusting in and out of two dripping cunts at the same time, the "plop plop" sounds coming from their joined cunts. Molly, seemingly out of her mind, frantically licked my vulva, repeatedly thrusting her tongue into my vagina. As May thrust forward, Molly simultaneously swayed her body back in response, both of them letting out lewd moans. My hands also began to rub my breasts, moaning loudly. At the same time, Molly picked up another dildo with a vibrating egg and tried to insert it into me.

I was a little frightened and said, "No! That one's huge!"

Molly didn't care and forcefully pushed it in. Ahhhhhh… my wet vagina quickly swallowed the dildo whole, and Molly kept tugging at my labia and rubbing it against the vibrator. The vibrator, powered on, rotated inside me, the vibrating egg on my clitoris vibrating precisely. Molly was driven wild with pleasure by May's vigorous thrusting, making incoherent noises as she gripped the vibrator tightly and continued to thrust into my body. Each time, she would thrust in quickly and deeply before slowly withdrawing, each stroke hitting my cervix perfectly. The rotating head of her penis constantly stimulated my G-spot, and Molly frantically bit and sucked at my labia, driving me almost insane.

Suddenly, Molly seemed to reach orgasm, letting out a piercing scream. Her hands weakly released the dildo from my vagina, and my clitoris, constantly stimulated by the vibrator, caused my entire vagina to convulse, forcefully squeezing out the thick penis. Molly was also covered in my vaginal fluids, his eyes were closed, and water droplets clung to his long eyelashes.

I was half-conscious and panting, not moving at all. May and Molly lay down on either side of me, my face covered in a mixture of their vaginal fluids. They started licking my cheeks at the same time and began to French kiss me. May squeezed my left breast, and Molly squeezed my right breast, and I draped my thighs over theirs, leaving my legs awkwardly wide open. May stretched out her fingers and massaged my clitoris and the surrounding area, while Molly's three fingers, to my disbelief, squeezed into my vagina and kept stirring. My little sister was already red and swollen from being touched by that big penis, and now Molly's hands were roughly fucking her. It hurt so much, but my juices kept flowing out.

May's right hand was playing with my clitoris. Molly's legs were clamped around an electric vibrator, the vibrating egg stimulating my clitoris while the dildo rotated inside. She also had one hand inside my vagina, pressing my G-spot. My vagina felt so good, I couldn't help but lose myself in the moment. They were fucking me so hard I was almost dying. I was on the verge of collapse, but they wouldn't stop. So I tensed up, and a gush of hot fluid spurted out forcefully, some even landing on my face. I tasted it on my lips—it was indeed very faint.

May and Molly reacted in unison, frantically licking around my vulva, drinking up every last drop of fluid. They seemed unsatisfied, but I was too tired and fell asleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt someone licking me from below. I forced my eyes open and saw Molly lying next to me like a dead fish. I knew it was May. Mmm, mmm, mmm, this time May was licking my swollen vulva so gently that I started to get wet again. May crawled up to my ear and said he liked to see me squirt. He picked me up and took me to the bathroom, pulling the thick curtains closed.

May sat on the toilet, and I was on top of him. He put me in the jacuzzi and filled it with hot water and soap. I looked out at the snowflakes falling from the sky and the starlight that became brighter as the weather got colder. I could feel the cold outside through the glass. May wrapped his arms around me from behind and started kneading my breasts and genitals, and spread my labia so that the water jets hit my vulva directly. It felt a lot like masturbating with a showerhead, but the water pressure was several times greater. I groaned, resting my head on May's shoulder.

May brought out a double-headed vibrator, inserting one end into his hole while lifting my buttocks, which were sitting on his lap, and inserting it into my wet hole from behind, starting to thrust. His penis, thicker than any of the men I'd ever had sex with, slid in smoothly in the full bathtub. May lifted my thighs with both hands to stand up, making me grip the handrail on the wall, exposing my genitals to the glass. In the reflection of the glass, I could vaguely see myself being fucked by May with the double-headed vibrator, and my lewd expression. May's stamina was amazing; he was vigorously thrusting my body up and down, making each thrust incredibly deep, until my vagina went numb. It was strange that he could stand so steadily while being penetrated himself. I was moaning and groaning, experiencing multiple orgasms.

May said he'd wanted to do that for a long time, but Molly was too heavy for him to do it like that. However, May was also a little out of breath as he sat on the edge of the bathtub. We rinsed off and went back to the big bed, where the three of us fell asleep.

When I woke up, no one was in bed. I looked at the clock on the bedside table and realized it was 4 PM on Saturday. My clothes were in the living room, so I had to run out naked to get them. Molly was baking pizza in the kitchen, wearing only a loose t-shirt. He smiled at me: "You're awake! Did you sleep well?" I nodded and ran to get my clothes. Molly stopped me from behind and said, "Did you two do it again yesterday while I was asleep?" I was afraid Molly would mind, after all, May was his boyfriend. I quickly apologized. He actually said, "Then I'll do it with you one more time while May isn't here."

Although Molly was the woman of the two, she was no smaller than May. May was slender and athletic, while Molly was voluptuous and sexy. My head only reached Molly's chin. He pushed me back to the master bedroom, kneading my breasts as he did so. Walking into the dressing room where May had gone to get the vibrator yesterday, I found a corner filled with all sorts of sex toys.

He asked me if I'd ever used them. I hadn't even seen many of them, let alone used them.

I was curious. I'd heard that many lesbians dislike penetration or reject sex toys, preferring dildos and just wanting a real man. Why did May and Molly like using sex toys so much? I asked Molly my question.

Molly turned out to be bisexual. In his words, the human soul has no gender distinction. He loved May not because she was a woman, nor because he wasn't a man. It was simple: he liked May as a person and enjoyed dancing with her. But he also liked the feeling of his vagina being completely filled, something a woman's delicate hands couldn't achieve. So May bought a lot of sex toys for Molly, and gradually they both got used to using them. May, in particular, found greater pleasure in using a dildo, experiencing the thrill of conquering a woman. Since May was a complete ts (dominant partner), while he didn't reject the dildo itself, he preferred watching Molly orgasm. Liking a vibrator and liking a man are different, even though vibrators are often made to resemble male symbols.

Molly pointed to a squatting dildo on the ground and told me it was fun. He applied some lubricant and had me sit on it. It was like rocking on top of a man, except this squatting dildo had a vibrator at the tip and could bend freely. I sat down heavily, then slowly lifted up, realizing this technique truly sent women to ecstasy. The dildo's head was huge; each withdrawal pushed my vaginal walls outwards, even opening my labia. The most exhausting part was nearing orgasm when I lacked the strength to perform the piston-like movements myself. I was already exhausted from yesterday's activities, but the vibrator kept teasing my clitoris relentlessly. Ugh, it was so tiring. I was drenched in sweat, so Molly grabbed my breasts from behind and helped me move up and down, stimulating my nipples and licking my earlobes.

Molly said, "It's fun with girls, isn't it? Girls can play and play until they can't take it anymore. And your skin is so delicate and smooth, it feels so different from a Caucasian's, it feels so good!" Your hole is so tight. Yesterday, I almost couldn't move with three fingers. You must have felt both pain and pleasure! Your body is so sensitive. Look, you tremble when I pinch your nipple!

The feeling of being teased by a girl's words excited me immensely, and I reached climax instantly. Molly pulled me up and then deliberately threw me down hard. Molly pulled my hair back, so my face was facing upwards towards the inside of his spread thighs. He sat on my face with his wet vulva. Because part of Molly's body weight was pressing on my face, I was powerless under Molly's pressure and could only let my hole be constantly violated by the dildo and vibrator. Molly grabbed my head and roughly shook it, still unable to find his clitoris. My nose was already embedded in his vaginal opening, making my face wet.

He kept telling me to eat his vaginal fluid. So I licked and sucked, gently biting Molly's clitoris.

Suddenly, Molly clamped my head between his legs and let out a cry as he reached orgasm. I was suffocating from his suffocation. After Molly came to his senses, he suddenly pulled me away from his squatting penis, and my vagina, filled with his large penis, gushed out with its overflowing vaginal fluid. Molly said, "Wow! That was great! I enjoyed it so much yesterday, I didn't even see it clearly, it was so much fun!" Then he

pulled me to take a shower and change clothes. Molly suddenly became very serious and said, "May and I have never tried a threesome before. Yesterday's atmosphere was just amazing, and you're so cute. May and I both felt a connection with the soul of art! We hope our work will inspire your art."

A while later, May returned. It turned out he had used my calligraphy from yesterday to make a projection slide. He and Molly rehearsed it again, this time adding my calligraphy slide, accompanied by Indian-style music. With May and Molly swaying naked, it created a harmonious blend of East and West, exuding a mysterious sense of sex. Fantastic!

May originally wanted me to stay another day so we could go to the poetry reading tomorrow. However, I asked him to take me home, firstly because I didn't bring enough clothes, and secondly because I had something to do on Sunday. But the deeper reason is that I'm afraid I'll be drained dry by May and Molly, and my wicked mind can't help but conjure up the idea that the poetry reading might turn into a promiscuous party under the temptation of May and Molly's beautiful bodies.

So May took me home. Later, he even sent me a videotape of the poetry reading, and judging from everyone's enthusiastic response, May's poetry was very popular. It didn't turn into the mixed-gender party I had in mind; it seems I was overthinking it.

More than a month later, one day after class, May told me that he and Molly had saved enough money to go to New York to study authentic jazz dance and wouldn't be back for a while. I dragged him to see the sculpture I had made from that day's sketch—a couple deeply embracing. He gently kissed my forehead, deeply moved, and said: "Although it seems I won't have the chance to collect your sculpture, I will remember your work and you deeply."

This is the story of how I met May and Molly.

In the center of the classroom, four high-heat lights shone on a naked, athletic blonde woman with blue eyes. The students in the classroom were all focused on the clay in front of them, sculpting it in poses similar to the model's.

May was our school's contracted model; I heard she was a dancer at a strip club. I couldn't quite tell her age, but she should be in her early twenties. Although the hourly wage for academic models was less than a third of her regular job, not to mention the generous tips from wealthy patrons, enduring the lustful gazes of customers was a vastly different experience from helping us poor students develop our artistic talents. Behind every focused gaze lay deep gratitude. While these students' works may not be preserved permanently like those of masters, they are still lifelong treasures for us.

During each three-hour class, May could maintain the same pose for a long time. Compared to amateurs who had to stretch or rest every ten minutes, May was incredibly professional, and we always secretly applauded her when she modeled for our classes. When sculpting with her, I could quickly grasp the general feeling I wanted, allowing me to spend more time observing May's body and correcting any areas I had overlooked. So I would approach May and study her closely.

Sometimes May would joke, "Why don't you touch it? Wouldn't that give you a better feel?"

I dared not, and I didn't think the teacher would allow it. The advanced sculpture class had only about ten students, so the atmosphere was always great. Everyone chatted and laughed, like a big family. I knew that although May was almost silent to maintain his posture, he was actually laughing a lot, as you could tell from his chest that kept swaying.

He had a very good physique, about 170 cm tall. His chest wasn't considered large by foreign standards, but by Chinese standards, it was close to a C cup, and very firm. He was thin but very muscular, not like the unhealthy thinness often seen in Asians who diet excessively for beauty. The muscles on his arms, though not very large, clearly defined beautiful curves, and his abdomen had faint muscle definition and sexy side lines. A fake diamond ornament hung from his navel, sparkling under the lights. His short, curly blond hair, framing his strikingly handsome face, suggested he was a top star at a strip club! His well-proportioned thighs, tightly pressed together, couldn't conceal his abundant blond pubic hair. The strikingly beautiful May often found herself blushing bright red when we teased her.

During the 15-minute intermission, we thoughtfully provided him with cookies and coffee, saving him the time of getting dressed and going to the snack bar. He would casually throw on a bathrobe and chat happily with us. I was the only Asian in the class, so she often talked to me about Taiwan. It's strange how foreigners seem to be drawn to independent travel in Asia through teaching English. She was no exception. After class, he would often admire the sculptures we made using his body, occasionally commenting, "My breasts aren't that small," or "My legs aren't that thick." He really liked my sculptures, saying they had an oriental mystique, and the woman within possessed a melancholic air—an air that wasn't his, but something I had imbued. I was delighted and promised to give him a piece I had completed using him as a model at the end of the semester. And so we gradually became closer.

One day after class, May slowly finished dressing, and I started packing my things. The other quick-moving students had already scattered, and I couldn't find a strong man to help me move that 30-kilogram clay sculpture. I looked miserable. So May came over and helped me move the clay to make room for the students in the next class. Quite surprised, I didn't expect May to be so strong; I barely had to lift a finger.

May mischievously asked me to buy him a coffee as a thank you, and I said, "No problem at all."

But didn't he just down a whole cup of espresso during the break? Foreigners really do drink coffee like water.

Have you ever heard of a teacher who, for an 8 AM class, gives everyone ten minutes to buy coffee to perk them up while they're still half asleep? That teacher was really funny; he'd say, "Everyone, hurry up and use this time to buy a life-saving coffee! You're about to have a life-threatening class!"

So May and I walked and chatted as we entered the cafe. It turned out that May wasn't just a stripper; during the day, he was a student at a vocational school. His dream was to save up enough money to study formal dance. He came here as a model to cultivate his appreciation for beauty and to better understand his body language and how others perceived his physical expression.

"Could you do me a favor?" May looked at me with pleading eyes.

"If I'm capable, of course, no problem."

"Actually, I'm participating in a poetry reading. I wrote a poem and want to recite it at this Sunday's reading, but just reciting it is too monotonous, so I'd like to add some physical performance."

"Oh, that sounds quite interesting. How can I help?"

"My idea is that while reciting, I'll take off my clothes and make movements that match my poem. You can help me draw some Chinese characters with a brush, and I'll make them into slides and project them onto my body." He took out his poem and showed it to me.

The human body is language, transmitting unspoken signals between people.

The human body is a symbol, provocatively, subtly, and intensely hinting at a language we both understand.

A flirtatious glance—you know what that means.

A hooked index finger—you know what that means.

Legs spread—you know what that means

. Yes, I'm expressing my desire for your

intertwined body, our connected bodies, our swirling bodies. In this instant, we feel

the burning heat of love, more real than words

. A pounding heartbeat, sweeter than the mouth.

Please be silent now.

My thighs entwine with your tenderness,

your waist presses against my romance.

The desire expressed by body language is far greater than words.

Your strength accentuates my gentleness.

This moment becomes eternal.

After reading this, my God! What a lewd poem! Imagining May reciting such erotic poetry so naked completely changed my perception of poetry reading, which I used to think of as simply reciting Bible hymns.

He excitedly asked me, "What do you think of my poem?"

"Wow, so sentimental!"

My mind was only focused on the fact that May was originally going to recite it for me, but because I felt my English wasn't good enough, I was afraid I'd miss something, so I asked to read it myself. Thank goodness, otherwise, wouldn't everyone in the packed cafe have thought the two of us girls were having a romantic conversation?

"It's Friday already, and I have a recitation to do on Sunday, so could you come to my house tonight and help me draw? Please bring some toiletries, and if it's too late, you can sleep at my place!"

For me, writing a few characters with a brush isn't difficult, so I readily agreed. I went home to get some clothes and calligraphy supplies, and then went home with May.

She was indeed an incredibly cool girl, driving a beat-up Jeep, looking absolutely awesome. Because it was the dead of winter, snow was falling outside, and he kept expressing his feelings along the way, which I listened to carefully. His house was located in a very desolate area, supposedly the site of a former city wall, on the southern edge of the city, surrounded by vast forests. He said that after the city wall crumbled and was demolished, it became a ruin, eventually bought by a designer who built three adjacent houses. Although they are eighty years old, they are still very distinctive and sturdy, and were later bought by his family.

In the middle of the three houses is an open space, which, after being flattened by snow, can be used for ice hockey. After parking the car, he led me to the smallest of the three buildings, saying it was where he and his girlfriend lived. I was stunned. Him and his girlfriend??? Could it be... could it be that she was a lesbian?? I suppressed the strange feeling in my heart.

He opened the door and stood in the doorway, saying to the inside, "Sweetheart, we have a guest!"

A sweet voice came from inside: "Is it a boy or a girl?"

May said, "It's a very cute girl!" As

soon as she finished speaking, the girl inside ran to the entrance and opened the door. Oh my god! She was only wearing a thin, sexy pink nightgown. Although it wasn't very transparent, her nipples, which weren't wearing a bra, and the outline of her breasts, which were much larger than May's, were clearly visible.

"Wow~ It's so cold!" This girl with a doll-like round face was named Molly.

"Who told you to come out and open the door dressed so scantily?" May quickly wrapped her coat around Molly's body and considerately pulled him into the house. I followed, of course. It was obvious that May was the male of the two women, and the sexy Molly was the female. As soon as they entered the house, ignoring my presence, they passionately kissed. Molly even said, "I missed you so much!" It hadn't been that long since we last met, and they were living together, their relationship was really good! Molly released May first, saying shyly, "Hehe, we're all like this, don't mind!"

I'm not against homosexuality, but I rarely have the chance to actually see it, so I was a little surprised. But my expression seemed relatively natural. May explained my purpose to Molly, and Molly smiled and thanked me for my help.

The hospitable Molly kindly took my hand and led me to the kitchen, saying, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I've made dinner, everyone, please eat first!"

On the table was a thick layer of cheesy crepe noodles, half a roast chicken dripping with oil, and a dozen beers fresh from the refrigerator. Foreigners really don't seem to care about gaining weight! Ugh~ But I still enjoyed my meal immensely.

The house was really small, just one floor and a basement. The basement had a small bar with a liquor cabinet inside, but it was only filled with cases of beer. In the middle was a pool table, along with sound equipment and lots of exercise equipment. No wonder May was so fit and strong.

There are three rooms on the first floor. One is a study filled with books and photo albums on music and dance. Another is supposed to be a guest room, but it's cluttered with a bunch of unkempt items. The last room is, of course, the master bedroom. The master bedroom is very large, with a king-size bed upholstered in a pink lace-trimmed mattress. It seems to have been decorated according to Molly's preferences. There's no partition between the bathroom and the master bedroom, but there are thick purple curtains that can be drawn. The bathroom has a four-seater jacuzzi, a shower, and an oven—truly the epitome of luxury. May said the original designer had excellent taste and paid great attention to the finer things in life. It was obvious that the bathroom was built entirely of glass, with the roof and surrounding area being dense forest. Being in the suburbs with no light pollution, the starlight created a very romantic atmosphere.

After a satisfying meal, we went to the living room, which also featured floor-to-ceiling windows, offering views of the surrounding dense forest. In fact, besides these three houses, there were no other neighbors, making it a perfect spot for a party. May, being very fussy, didn't turn on the lights but lit many candles and essential oils, and played Indian-style music. He slowly removed his clothes in front of me, while Molly watched. May, swaying to the music, slowly recited his poetry.

Watching his dance, I hurriedly picked up a calligraphy brush and began writing bold cursive script in the dim candlelight. To my astonishment, halfway through, Molly also removed the only thin garment he was wearing, and the two of them intertwined. Indeed, the poem was about their interaction. It seemed they were both professional dancers, striking various dramatic and beautiful poses. May's slightly deep, husky voice was unexpectedly incredibly sexy. The provocative poses, the provocative verses, and the rose essential oil permeating the air all stirred the viewer's desire, making them feel intensely seductive.

However, being a professional, I did my best to complete my task. I wrote quickly with the brush, and when I called May to take a look, he was very satisfied. Perhaps they were hot from dancing, because the two of them, too lazy to even put on their clothes, started drinking beer, and I, feeling a little awkward, had no choice but to drink with them. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I usually don't have the opportunity to create sculptures of two intertwined figures, because regular school courses can't afford the salaries of two models. I love Rodin's sculpture called "The Kiss," where the intertwined couple exudes love and sensuality. Especially since their relationship is so good, I could definitely express that feeling, except that May and Molly are a lesbian couple. So I asked May and Molly if they would like to be my models so I could draw some sketches to take back and make sculptures. They both said no problem, of course. But Molly jokingly said, "We'll both be naked for you to see, so you have to strip completely naked too." Emboldened by a bit of drunkenness, I boldly took off my clothes as well. Although my breasts weren't as large as Molly's, I was still a C-cup, so I confidently let my white breasts bounce out of my bra. However, I was too embarrassed to take off my underwear, and Molly didn't force me. But then Molly suddenly chuckled and pinched my breast, saying, "I didn't expect Asians to have such large breasts." His wild behavior really startled me.

So I told them to change positions however they wanted, but to make sure it felt like love. These two clueless guys actually thought that expressing love meant passionate kissing, and I frantically waved my paintbrush to capture this moment of passion. Time passed second by second, and the two of them French kissed while caressing each other's breasts, making it increasingly difficult for me to concentrate. I even felt my underwear getting a little wet. I had no choice but to chug down cold beer, but with my low alcohol tolerance, I was already feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

Molly couldn't help but start moaning first, grabbing May's head and demanding that he lick his breasts. Molly's voice was sweet and soft, completely different from the moans of girls in typical foreign porn films. From a distance of about a meter, I could clearly see the two female bodies pleasuring each other. Molly's golden pubic hair glistened with moisture, shimmering in the flickering candlelight. Whether it was the beer or my burning desire, I felt incredibly hot, and a surge of intense urge welled up inside me. My hand involuntarily released my paintbrush, and I stared blankly at them, while my other hand secretly and subtly rubbed my genitals under the table. Clearly, my underwear was soaked.

Molly, lost in his own world, started touching himself, while May continued licking his chest. Perhaps still remembering he was supposed to be my model, they remained in an embracing position, though I had long since stopped drawing.

May suddenly glanced in my direction, and seeing my flushed face, she darted forward before I could react, grabbing my hand still inside my underwear, my fingers still glistening with my vaginal fluid. Waaah, caught!

Molly climbed down beside me, watching me with amusement.

May asked if I wanted to play along, and I was already too shy to speak. Molly, being more outgoing, pinched my nipple and said, "Look, they're all hard."

May said, "If you don't want to, we won't force you." I hesitated a lot, but my lower body was unbearably itchy, so I whispered, "I don't know, but I really want to watch you guys play."

May glanced at Molly, who shrugged indifferently. Then May picked me up and carried me from the living room to the master bedroom, placing me on their pink bed. It was the first time a girl had held me like a boy, and I was worried he wouldn't be able to lift me, so I clung tightly to May's neck.

May said, sensing something, "Don't worry, I can even carry Molly!" Molly followed behind, making faces at me.

May and Molly started playing with each other on the bed. They told me I could play by myself too, but I was too shy, so I just sat on the edge of the bed against the wall with my legs closed, watching them blankly. May started licking Molly's clitoris, and Molly was moaning loudly, completely ignoring my presence. May then inserted two fingers, stirring them rapidly, and lots of vaginal fluid flowed out with each movement. I saw Molly's whole body convulse, her hands grabbing May's long fingers and forcefully pushing them towards her body. Her legs tightly clamped around May's arms, preventing him from moving at all.

Then May asked him, "Really? You came so quickly?" Molly looked at me: "Yeah, because we have an audience!" But just watching probably isn't enough, right?

It seems Molly really wanted to drag me into this. Molly came between my legs and forcefully ripped my underwear, exposing my vulva to the two of them.

Molly said: "Ouch, it's all wet!" She even deliberately dipped her finger in some of the vaginal fluid and sucked on it noisily: "Hmm, the taste of Asians isn't that different from ours!" May said: "Don't tease him, not everyone can accept what we're like!"

Molly, who looked like a Barbie doll, then asked me with innocent eyes: "Do you hate homosexuality?" I said: "No, love has no gender, I'm not against it." Molly continued to ask: "Then do you think it's disgusting for two girls to have sex?"

I said, "I think you two are both so beautiful, especially Molly, you're incredibly sexy. Your body would drive both men and women crazy." Molly then asked me, "Would I drive you crazy too?"

I nodded and asked Molly if I could touch his breasts. Actually, I'd been wanting to touch a woman's breasts for a long time, especially these huge, swaying breasts in front of me. He immediately grabbed my hands and started kneading his enormous breasts, which were too big to be held in one hand, while moaning and looking at May.

May seemed to think I was having a great time with his girlfriend, so he knelt between my wide-open legs and started licking my vulva. Ahhh~ his technique was amazing, making me gasp and moan, my juices flowing freely. While licking me, May also played with Molly's vulva. Three naked female bodies were intertwined, the air thick with a lewd atmosphere. Molly buried my head between his breasts, rubbing them incessantly, almost suffocating me. I gently bit Molly's soft breast; so this was what it felt like to lick a woman's breasts. So good! Molly bent my head down, his head also bent down to my chest, and we licked each other's breasts, gently biting each other's nipples. Molly bit harder, and I bit back harder. He bit his nipple, brushing his tongue over the sensitive tip, and I did the same. Molly's licking felt so good; I couldn't help but release his nipple, letting out moans. So I used my hands instead of my tongue to knead his large breasts, kneading them so hard that my fingers dug into his plump breasts.

May pulled out his fingers, which were covered in Molly's vaginal fluid, and inserted them into my vagina. Just like he had played with Molly earlier, he licked and thrust rapidly, pinching my clitoris between his thumb and middle finger and licking it back and forth with his tongue. Molly's empty vagina was dripping wet, so he took my hand and actually inserted three fingers into his wet hole. It was my first time playing with a girl's vagina, and I didn't know how to please Molly. But Molly was quite pleased with himself, holding my hand still and thrusting up and down like riding a horse. He shouted wildly: "Fuck me, fuck me to death~ Ahhh!"

Damn, he was incredibly slutty. His fluid kept flowing down my arm. I could feel her vagina contracting continuously due to the orgasm, clamping down so tightly that my fingers almost couldn't move. Fingers at a particularly rough spot, Molly screamed, "I want more! I want you to rape me hard with your fingers!"

So, while I was using my hands to fuck Molly, May was licking and rapidly thrusting into my vagina, bringing me to my first orgasm. May was surprised to find I could squirt and continued to suck on my clitoris forcefully. May and Molly's sex style was rather rough; he kept directly stimulating and licking my clitoris with the tip of his tongue, and held my buttocks down to prevent me from resisting, leaving me too weak to play with Molly. Molly also saw my vaginal fluid gushing out in large gushes, spraying May's face. So Molly positioned himself with his anus facing my face, forming a 69 position. He and May took turns licking my vulva, one in front and one behind. Their tongues swirled around me, occasionally kissing. Molly even gently bit my clitoris with his teeth—damn, it hurt so much! I angrily slapped his fat buttocks hard, making them red. With each slap, his juices flowed out. This woman probably enjoyed being treated roughly.

Although I wasn't very skilled, I started licking Molly's vulva. He began to move his hips back and forth, and my tongue didn't even need to move. He moved so hard that my tongue went numb, each thrust precisely hitting Molly's clitoris. I started digging into his vulva with my hands, deliberately being rough, and Molly kept moaning as she was fucked.

May stood up, went into the changing room, and came out with some things. Upon closer inspection, they were a penis with a monkey-shaped vibrating egg attached and a double-headed dildo with rings that could be fixed to one person's body; both were enormous. May stood with his legs spread apart and ordered Molly to lick his genitals. He pulled Molly's long hair forcefully. May wanted me to stand in front of him and lick his breasts. May's breasts weren't as big as Molly's, but they were very sensitive. I pinched his G-spot and bit his nipples. May seemed unable to bear it and pressed my head down hard. However, May didn't moan as loudly as Molly; he just moaned softly and breathed heavily. Then he pushed Molly and me onto the bed, inserted one end of the double-headed dildo into his vagina, grabbed Molly and positioned her against his buttocks, and thrust his 20-centimeter-long penis deep into Molly's cunt with a loud "plop," making Molly scream in agony.

Molly kept yelling for May to go faster and harder. Curious, I lay down at the point where Molly and May were joined, sometimes licking Molly's clitoris, sometimes licking May's inner thighs, and even digging into May's anus with my fingers, or squeezing Molly's large breasts hard with one hand, causing their juices to flow freely onto my face and even fill my mouth. It was the first time I had seen such a large penis thrusting in and out of two dripping cunts at the same time, the "plop plop" sounds coming from their joined cunts. Molly, seemingly out of her mind, frantically licked my vulva, repeatedly thrusting her tongue into my vagina. As May thrust forward, Molly simultaneously swayed her body back in response, both of them letting out lewd moans. My hands also began to rub my breasts, moaning loudly. At the same time, Molly picked up another dildo with a vibrating egg and tried to insert it into me.

I was a little frightened and said, "No! That one's huge!"

Molly didn't care and forcefully pushed it in. Ahhhhhh… my wet vagina quickly swallowed the dildo whole, and Molly kept tugging at my labia and rubbing it against the vibrator. The vibrator, powered on, rotated inside me, the vibrating egg on my clitoris vibrating precisely. Molly was driven wild with pleasure by May's vigorous thrusting, making incoherent noises as she gripped the vibrator tightly and continued to thrust into my body. Each time, she would thrust in quickly and deeply before slowly withdrawing, each stroke hitting my cervix perfectly. The rotating head of her penis constantly stimulated my G-spot, and Molly frantically bit and sucked at my labia, driving me almost insane.

Suddenly, Molly seemed to reach orgasm, letting out a piercing scream. Her hands weakly released the dildo from my vagina, and my clitoris, constantly stimulated by the vibrator, caused my entire vagina to convulse, forcefully squeezing out the thick penis. Molly was also covered in my vaginal fluids, and he couldn't open his eyes; water droplets still clung to his long, thin eyelashes.

I was half-conscious, panting heavily, motionless. May and Molly lay down on either side of me, my face covered in a mixture of their vaginal fluids. They both started licking my cheeks simultaneously, and began French kissing me. May squeezed my left breast, and Molly squeezed my right, while I draped my thighs over theirs, leaving my legs awkwardly wide open. May massaged my clitoris and surrounding area with her fingers, while Molly, to my disbelief, inserted three fingers into my vagina, stirring them incessantly. My vagina, already red and swollen from being penetrated by that big penis, was now being roughly handled by Molly's hands—it hurt so much, yet my vaginal fluids continued to flow.

May's right hand played with my clitoris. Molly clamped her legs together around the electric vibrator, the vibrating egg stimulating her clitoris while the dildo rotated inside. She also slipped a hand inside my vagina, pressing my G-spot. My vagina felt so good, I couldn't help but lose myself in the moment. The two of them were fucking me so good I felt like I was dying. I was on the verge of collapse, but they wouldn't stop. So I tensed up, and a gush of hot fluid spurted out forcefully, some even landing on my face. I tasted it on my lips—it was indeed very faint.

May and Molly reacted in unison, frantically licking around my vulva, drinking up every last drop of fluid. They seemed unsatisfied, but I was too tired and fell asleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt someone licking me from below. I forced my eyes open and saw Molly lying next to me like a dead fish. I knew it was May. Mmm, mmm, mmm, this time May was licking my swollen vulva so gently that I started to get wet again. May crawled up to my ear and said he liked to see me squirt. He picked me up and took me to the bathroom, pulling the thick curtains closed.

May sat on the toilet, and I was on top of him. He put me in the jacuzzi and filled it with hot water and soap. I looked out at the snowflakes falling from the sky and the starlight that became brighter as the weather got colder. I could feel the cold outside through the glass. May wrapped his arms around me from behind and started kneading my breasts and genitals, and spread my labia so that the water jets hit my vulva directly. It felt a lot like masturbating with a showerhead, but the water pressure was several times greater. I groaned, resting my head on May's shoulder.

May brought out a double-headed vibrator, inserting one end into his hole while lifting my buttocks, which were sitting on his lap, and inserting it into my wet hole from behind, starting to thrust. His penis, thicker than any of the men I'd ever had sex with, slid in smoothly in the full bathtub. May lifted my thighs with both hands to stand up, making me grip the handrail on the wall, exposing my genitals to the glass. In the reflection of the glass, I could vaguely see myself being fucked by May with the double-headed vibrator, and my lewd expression. May's stamina was amazing; he was vigorously thrusting my body up and down, making each thrust incredibly deep, until my vagina went numb. It was strange that he could stand so steadily while being penetrated himself. I was moaning and groaning, experiencing multiple orgasms.

May said he'd wanted to do that for a long time, but Molly was too heavy for him to do it like that. However, May was also a little out of breath as he sat on the edge of the bathtub. We rinsed off and went back to the big bed, where the three of us fell asleep.

When I woke up, no one was in bed. I looked at the clock on the bedside table and realized it was 4 PM on Saturday. My clothes were in the living room, so I had to run out naked to get them. Molly was baking pizza in the kitchen, wearing only a loose t-shirt. He smiled at me: "You're awake! Did you sleep well?" I nodded and ran to get my clothes. Molly stopped me from behind and said, "Did you two do it again yesterday while I was asleep?" I was afraid Molly would mind, after all, May was his boyfriend. I quickly apologized. He actually said, "Then I'll do it with you one more time while May isn't here."

Although Molly was the woman of the two, she was no smaller than May. May was slender and athletic, while Molly was voluptuous and sexy. My head only reached Molly's chin. He pushed me back to the master bedroom, kneading my breasts as he did so. Walking into the dressing room where May had gone to get the vibrator yesterday, I found a corner filled with all sorts of sex toys.

He asked me if I'd ever used them. I hadn't even seen many of them, let alone used them.

I was curious. I'd heard that many lesbians dislike penetration or reject sex toys, preferring dildos and just wanting a real man. Why did May and Molly like using sex toys so much? I asked Molly my question.

Molly turned out to be bisexual. In his words, the human soul has no gender distinction. He loved May not because she was a woman, nor because he wasn't a man. It was simple: he liked May as a person and enjoyed dancing with her. But he also liked the feeling of his vagina being completely filled, something a woman's delicate hands couldn't achieve. So May bought a lot of sex toys for Molly, and gradually they both got used to using them. May, in particular, found greater pleasure in using a dildo, experiencing the thrill of conquering a woman. Since May was a complete ts (dominant partner), while he didn't reject the dildo itself, he preferred watching Molly orgasm. Liking a vibrator and liking a man are different, even though vibrators are often made to resemble male symbols.

Molly pointed to a squatting dildo on the ground and told me it was fun. He applied some lubricant and had me sit on it. It was like rocking on top of a man, except this squatting dildo had a vibrator at the tip and could bend freely. I sat down heavily, then slowly lifted up, realizing this technique truly sent women to ecstasy. The dildo's head was huge; each withdrawal pushed my vaginal walls outwards, even opening my labia. The most exhausting part was nearing orgasm when I lacked the strength to perform the piston-like movements myself. I was already exhausted from yesterday's activities, but the vibrator kept teasing my clitoris relentlessly. Ugh, it was so tiring. I was drenched in sweat, so Molly grabbed my breasts from behind and helped me move up and down, stimulating my nipples and licking my earlobes.

Molly said, "It's fun with girls, isn't it? Girls can play and play until they can't take it anymore. And your skin is so delicate and smooth, it feels so different from a Caucasian's, it feels so good!" Your hole is so tight. Yesterday, I almost couldn't move with three fingers. You must have felt both pain and pleasure! Your body is so sensitive. Look, you tremble when I pinch your nipple!

The feeling of being teased by a girl's words excited me immensely, and I reached climax instantly. Molly pulled me up and then deliberately threw me down hard. Molly pulled my hair back, so my face was facing upwards towards the inside of his spread thighs. He sat on my face with his wet vulva. Because part of Molly's body weight was pressing on my face, I was powerless under Molly's pressure and could only let my hole be constantly violated by the dildo and vibrator. Molly grabbed my head and roughly shook it, still unable to find his clitoris. My nose was already embedded in his vaginal opening, making my face wet.

He kept telling me to eat his vaginal fluid. So I licked and sucked, gently biting Molly's clitoris.

Suddenly, Molly clamped my head between his legs and let out a cry as he reached orgasm. I was suffocating from his suffocation. After Molly came to his senses, he suddenly pulled me away from his squatting penis, and my vagina, filled with his large penis, gushed out with its overflowing vaginal fluid. Molly said, "Wow! That was great! I enjoyed it so much yesterday, I didn't even see it clearly, it was so much fun!" Then he

pulled me to take a shower and change clothes. Molly suddenly became very serious and said: "Neither May nor I have tried a 3P before. Yesterday was such a great atmosphere, and you are so cute. May and I both felt a sense of connection with the soul of art! We hope that your artistic creations can be inspired by us."

After a while, May returned. It turned out she had used my calligraphy from yesterday to make a slide for a projector. When she got back, she and Molly rehearsed again, this time adding my calligraphy slides to the projector, accompanied by Indian-style music. With May and Molly posing naked, it created a harmonious blend of East and West, exuding a mysterious sense of sex. Fantastic!

May originally wanted me to stay another day so we could go to the poetry reading tomorrow. However, I asked him to take me home. Firstly, I didn't bring enough clothes, and secondly, I had something to do on Sunday. But the deeper reason was that I was afraid of being drained by May and Molly, and my wicked mind couldn't help but conjure up the idea that the poetry reading, under the temptation of May and Molly's beautiful bodies, might easily turn into a promiscuous party.

So May took me home. Later, he even sent me a videotape of the poetry reading, and judging from everyone's enthusiastic response, May's poetry was very popular. It didn't turn into the mixed-gender party I had in mind; it seems I was overthinking it.

More than a month later, one day after class, May told me that he and Molly had saved enough money to go to New York to study authentic jazz dance and wouldn't be back for a while. I dragged him to see the sculpture I had made from that day's sketch—a couple deeply embracing. He gently kissed my forehead, deeply moved, and said: "Although it seems I won't have the chance to collect your sculpture, I will remember your work and you deeply."

This is the story of how I met May and Molly.

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