The empty days after the breakup

I broke up with my boyfriend when I was a junior in college. We were high school classmates and college classmates. Later, he got hooked up with a freshman who wasn't as pretty as me, didn't have as good a figure as me, wasn't as mature as me, but came from a wealthier family.

My roommate called to tell me that she saw my boyfriend and a girl enter a very high-end hotel. I'd only been to those kinds of hotels when wealthy relatives got married.

I lied to the hotel receptionist, saying I was my boyfriend's sister, that I knew he was there and that I booked a room because I needed to see him urgently, but his phone was off, and I wanted to know which room he was in.

The innocent receptionist was fooled by me. When she told me his room number, I hesitated at the door for half an hour before knocking. When I called his name and he asked who it was, I almost collapsed.

He really was inside, and I could hear a woman's voice. I couldn't believe it was real. I kept telling myself that my roommate had mistaken him for someone else, that my boyfriend wouldn't betray me, that we'd been together for six years since high school, and that he wouldn't betray me.

After knocking on the door for over ten minutes, a young girl opened it. She wasn't as tall or as pretty as me, and she wore heavy makeup with messy hair.

When I entered the room and saw him lying in bed, looking at the battlefield where they had just fought, I felt like dying. In a fit of anger, I threw my cheap bag (which I'd bought from a rug for a few dozen yuan) at him. I couldn't hold back my tears any longer and turned to leave. I only heard him call my name a few times.

I waited outside the hotel until the next morning, but he didn't come out.

My bag was still in their room; my money, ID, keys, and phone were all in it.

In the morning, I went to my classmate's rented apartment and sat on the sofa, lost in thought all day, until my tears had dried up. That evening, he had someone deliver my bag to me.

Back in our rented apartment, I checked my phone and saw a message from him. The message only had three words: "I'm sorry."

I frantically called and texted him, begging him not to leave me, but he ignored me.

I gave up, and somehow managed to get through the tough times until graduation. I'm from a rural area; my family wasn't poor, but we were never starving or overfed. However, I didn't want to stay in a small city forever. I longed for big city life. After graduation, I stayed in the city where I studied. During my job search, I experienced financial hardship for the first time.

At the time, I lived alone in a two-bedroom apartment. I'd lived there with my boyfriend for two years, then alone for two. I couldn't give up the apartment because I hadn't found a job yet. I thought about sharing, but I was afraid of encountering bad people. So, the first thing I listed in my roommate ad was "female only."

Soon, someone contacted me—a petite, pretty, and cute girl born in the 90s, dressed fashionably, a bit unconventional.

A week later, Jiajia moved in. Jiajia didn't have a stable job; she worked as an image consultant and occasionally helped out at her friend's hair salon to earn some extra money. But most of her work involved regular clients who came to her for makeup and hairstyling, and these were all wealthy women, so Jiajia was quite generous with her money.

After getting to know each other for a while, Jiajia suddenly asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend? Why are you always alone?"

I told her about my past relationships, and she simply said, "It's normal. That's how society is. Money makes everything easier." Then she added, "Can I bring my boyfriend home?"

I said, "Just tell me beforehand."

The next evening, Jiajia brought her boyfriend, X, home. X was very handsome and sunny, with a slightly mischievous smile, somewhat like Edison Chen. They greeted us and brought a big bag of snacks before going straight to the room.

In the middle of the night, I was thirsty and got up to get some water. Suddenly, I heard noises coming from their room. The room was small and poorly soundproofed. "Ah...ah...ah...um...um...um..." It was Jiajia making those noises.

I suddenly realized they were having sex, and it sounded quite intense.

Jiajia shouted, "Hurry up, hurry up..." and then it was quiet. I knew the fight was over.

I lay alone in bed, blushing. Two years had passed. Two years ago, I was just as wild as they were, enjoying the pleasure of sex so much. Their actions had spurred me on, leaving me sleepless. I longed to experience that wonderful sex again.

I tossed and turned in bed, suddenly remembering that my ex-boyfriend had saved a few Japanese AVs on my computer. Desire drove me to turn on the computer, put on my headphones, and open a video called "Maria Ozawa." I fast-forwarded to the main scene, my face flushed, my heart pounding. I could feel my genitals were already wet. I reached into my underwear and touched it; it was soaked.

Two years ago at this time, he would help me take off my underwear, gently licking my genitals and telling me, "Your juices are a little sour." Then he would put his tongue in my mouth and say, "Try it too."

I would obediently take his tongue in my mouth, sucking the mixture of his saliva and my vaginal fluids. As I sucked, I could feel his satisfied praise. Only when he was satisfied could he make me satisfied.

But now, I could only touch my own clitoris. When it felt good, I longed for his penis to be inside me. I wanted to insert my hand, but a sense of shame stopped me. I only dared to touch myself, not insert myself.

Finally, the intense desire prevailed, and I inserted my middle and ring fingers. The feeling grew stronger and stronger, and I sped up, my fingers roaming inside my vagina. I knew where it felt good, and I knew how to make myself feel good.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." The rapid friction inside my vagina made me feel for the first time that I could bring myself to orgasm. I quickly rubbed my clitoris with my other hand. I bit my lower lip; I knew the orgasm was coming. I was used to moaning during orgasms, but I couldn't now.

I closed my eyes, imagining him riding on top of me. "Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah..." My hips trembled a few times, and my hand stopped.

For the first time in two years, I experienced an orgasm that I brought on myself. The only regret was that I didn't moan. I took out several tissues to wipe myself clean, and a few pubic hairs had fallen onto the bed.

When I fell asleep again, I felt a sense of shame. It's easy to fall asleep after an orgasm, so I didn't think much of it.

For several nights in a row, I masturbated to orgasm while they were moaning. Until one day, we came home and started arguing. I don't know the specific reason, only that sometimes they were very loud, and sometimes they seemed like nothing was wrong.

Late at night, I heard Jiajia say, "Then let's consider this a peaceful breakup. We'll still be friends, and I'll still ask you for help if I need anything."

X said, "Okay, let's be best friends from now on."

"How about one last crazy time tonight? But you can't ejaculate inside."

"Then I'll ejaculate in your mouth, so you can finish it off."

"No, absolutely not."

Amidst laughter, the moaning started again.

I'm really fed up with them. They're breaking up tomorrow, and they're not wasting tonight, wanting to do it one last time.

This time, X seemed to last a little longer than usual.

"Hurry up and open your mouth, I'm about to cum."

"No, absolutely not."

"I don't care anymore, ahh..."

"Ouch, it's all over my face, almost got in my eyes."

Soon, there were very light footsteps and laughter outside the door, it seemed they were going to the toilet to wash up.

When they came out, I secretly peeked through a crack in the door. Wow, they weren't wearing any clothes. Jiajia had a great figure, her breasts were perky, not as big as mine, which I'd already seen before. We usually don't wear clothes after showering at home, but X's penis seemed quite long, swaying from side to side when he walked.

After they went back to their room, there was no more sound, so I went to sleep.

The next night, I was home alone. I had just gone into the bathroom to shower when I heard the door open. I thought it was Jiajia coming back, so I didn't ask.

When I came out of the shower, I wasn't wearing anything, just a towel to dry my hair. I had just walked into the living room when I was so startled that I dropped the towel. X came out of his room.

Aside from my boyfriend, X was the first man to see me naked. I was completely flustered. After regaining my composure, I quickly ran back to my room, got dressed, and came out asking, "What are you doing here? Where's Jiajia? Didn't you two break up? Why are you here?"

X said, "I came to get my clothes. Jiajia went out with her friends to celebrate her single life. How did you know we broke up?"

Uh, I didn't know how to answer that. Should I say I overheard them last night?

Just as I was wondering what to say, X smiled and said, "I didn't realize Dan-jie had such a great figure. Did Dan-jie overhear our conversation last night?"

I didn't know how to answer.

X then said, "Dan-jie, can I borrow your computer for a bit?"

I didn't know what he was up to, and I had no reason to refuse.

X turned on my computer, and to my surprise, he skillfully opened the folder containing AVs, randomly opening one. "I didn't expect Sister Dan to like watching this too. I like watching it too."

I immediately shut down the computer and said, "Have you packed your things? You can go now."

"Actually, I already knew you had AVs on your computer. I found out the last time I used your computer. You heard Jiajia and I's conversation last night, right? It seems you even peeked at us through the crack in the door last night. You saw my body, and I just saw yours. Now we're even. But honestly, your figure is much better than Jiajia's." X said while touching my still-damp hair.

"What are you doing?"

"Sister Dan, are you lonely? Can you tell me what you're using all this toilet paper in your trash can for?"

I blushed, not knowing how to answer.

X gently patted my bottom, and before I could react, he hugged me tightly, whispering in my ear, "Sister Dan, let me comfort you. I knew you were eavesdropping on us at night, and I knew you couldn't resist secretly playing with yourself. If you don't mind, you can play with me too." I tried to push

him away, but he was too strong. His lips were already pressed against mine, carrying a faint smell of smoke, and I could recognize it as Marlboro, because my boyfriend only smokes that kind of cigarette. I loved the smell; I was intoxicated, unable to resist.

I gently parted my lips, and his tongue slid into my mouth like a little eel. I greedily sucked on it, inhaling his saliva and the familiar smell of smoke. My mind was blank; I didn't want to think about anything else, I just wanted to enjoy sex as quickly as possible. I didn't want to use my hands anymore.

X opened his mouth, his tongue gently touching each of my teeth. His saliva dripped into my mouth, and I sucked on it, as if telling him I wanted more.

We helped each other take off our shirts. He skillfully unhooked my bra, grabbed my large breasts with both hands, and said with a lewd grin, "I didn't see them clearly before, they're so big! Sister Dan, you watch AVs all the time and masturbate too. Shall we play something exciting later?"

I didn't say anything, letting his hands roam over my breasts. He gently bit my nipples with his teeth, making my whole body feel numb. His tongue deftly and quickly licked my nipples, then he quickly took off my pants and underwear, then his own jeans and underwear, and picked me up to put me on the bed.

I said, "You should wash up first."

He held me tightly and went straight into the bathroom.

I said, "I've already washed." "

You didn't wash yourself properly, so I'll wash you again, and you wash me too," he said with a wicked grin.

In the bathroom, we covered ourselves in shower gel, hugged each other, and caressed each other.

He took my hand and slowly moved it towards his buttocks, towards his anus, grinning wickedly, "Wash here for me."

"Huh? Wash here?"

"Yeah, wash it, we'll get exciting later."

I gently washed his anus with my fingers, his body trembling occasionally. He also washed my anus with his fingers.

Suddenly, I understood, he was going to try anal sex. My boyfriend and I had tried before, but we couldn't get in. I felt both excited and scared. When

we got to the room, he threw me onto the bed, lifted my legs, and gently licked my clitoris and labia. I hadn't felt this way in two years; it felt much better than touching myself with my hands. I enjoyed it, closing my eyes to quietly savor it.

Suddenly, his tongue touched my anus. I quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Not here."

He pushed my hand away, "It's okay, I've already washed it clean."

An unprecedented tingling sensation spread throughout my body, making me keep pulling my body upwards. This excited him even more, and he directly inserted the tip of his tongue into my anus, making me eagerly anticipate going further.

As I was fantasizing, he straddled my waist and said mischievously, "Have you ever tried nipple play?"

I shook my head. He squeezed my large breasts together, creating a deep groove, and inserted my penis into it, thrusting in and out, gesturing for me to lower my head. I obediently licked his purplish-red glans.

Instantly, I felt I had conquered this man; I had satisfied him, made him feel good.

He moved his body upwards, placing his penis directly near my mouth. This time I saw clearly that his penis wasn't as thick as my boyfriend's, but it was much longer; even with my mouth open, I couldn't take it all in.

He thrust wildly in and out of my mouth, sometimes hitting my throat, but he didn't care, he was very savage. After a few minutes of thrusting, he forcefully pushed it in, shoving it all the way into my mouth, hitting my throat. When he pulled out, I coughed a few times, and he quickly stuck his tongue into my mouth.

Our saliva and some other liquid mingled together. After our passionate kiss, my mouth was full of this unknown liquid. I wanted to spit it out, but he told me to swallow it, and I did.

After the foreplay, it was time to get down to business. His penis slapped against my clitoris a few times, rubbing against my vaginal opening, and suddenly, it slid naturally into my vagina.

A nostalgic feeling returned; it felt so much better than using my hand. His penis filled my vagina fully, slowly thrusting in and out.

I suddenly thought of my boyfriend and that woman two years ago; they must have been having this kind of wild lovemaking in the hotel room.

I unconsciously touched my clitoris, thoroughly enjoying it.

His hand wasn't idle either; he put it directly into my mouth. I could smell the faint scent of tobacco on his hand, which made me lick even more frantically, as if I were licking his penis.

His other hand pinched my nipple hard, shaking it forcefully, making me feel both pain and excitement.

He increased the speed of his thrusting, and I felt more and more comfortable. Since no one was home, I could shout out loud, "Ah...ah...ah, it feels so good, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop."

He thrust even harder, each time pushing in as if he were hitting my cervix. This was something my boyfriend had never done before; his penis was so long, it felt so good.

After about 10 minutes, he stopped, pulled out, and lay down beside me. I knew it was time to change positions; it was my turn to be on top.

I straddled him, pressing my hands against his firm breasts, and thrusting up and down rapidly. My large breasts swayed rhythmically with him. He excitedly said, "Your breasts are so big and bouncy, swinging back and forth, it excites me so much."

That made me thrust even harder. He sat up, hugged me, and slid his hands down my back, pinching my buttocks hard, then moving towards my anus.

"Ah..." I cried out.

"Isn't it exciting?"

I didn't answer, just kept thrusting vigorously.

"Is it exciting? Speak, answer me."

"Mmm, so exciting."

"Do you want me to keep touching you?"

"Mmm, keep touching me, it's so exciting, ah... ah... ah..."

His waist swayed with my rhythm, thrusting hard against me, and suddenly his fingers were inserted into my anus, thrusting against me with his penis while inserting his fingers into my anus.

My anus tightened, I pushed his hands away, threw my head back, and screamed "Ah..." and then I couldn't move at all.

He stopped too, "Coming?"

"Mmm." I answered shyly.

"Is it comfortable?"

"Mmm." I had no strength left, so I could only hum in response.

He hugged me and said, "I'll make you climax again right now."

"No, I can't do it that fast."

"What if I make you climax again right now?"

"Whatever, I know I won't come that fast the second time."

He put me down, made me lie on my side, raised one of my legs, licked away the vaginal fluid I had just released with his tongue, then rubbed his glans against my vulva a few times, and then thrust in again with a "plop," this time seemingly even deeper than before.

He said proudly, "This position allows for the deepest penetration; Jiajia and I both know this well."

Indeed, every time he entered, I felt such intense pleasure.

He increased his speed, each time deeper than the last. I couldn't take it anymore; I felt a little pain inside my vagina, but I didn't want the feeling to stop. I could only shout loudly, "Ah...ah...ah, no, no..."

He became more and more excited, thrusting even deeper. With each entry, his abdomen touched my thighs, making a slapping sound. In less than two minutes, I felt another climax was about to come.

He said smugly, "Is the climax coming soon?"

"Mmm, ah..."

"Is it coming?"

"Ah... ah... ah..." The louder he asked, the louder I screamed. I couldn't take it anymore, "I can't take it anymore, I love your cock so much, I'm going to die, hurry, hurry, thrust into me harder."

"Don't rush, sister, I'll make you feel so good you'll die!"

Finally, under his super-fast thrusting, I came, my whole body trembled unconsciously a few times, I was completely done, I had another climax.

"I told you I could make you come again right away."

At this point, I didn't have the strength to answer him.

"Was it good?"

"Mmm." I could only say one word with my remaining strength.

"You've already felt good twice, now it's my turn to feel good."

I ignored him, because I really had no strength left, the two consecutive climaxes were truly incredibly pleasurable.

He once again inserted his tongue into my vaginal opening, forcefully sucking my vaginal fluid, then slowly spitting it into my anus, gently inserting his fingers inside.

I was terrified. I was exhausted; was he going to penetrate my anus now? Could I handle it? I'd never experienced anal penetration before. Sigh… even if I didn't want him to penetrate me, I had no strength left to resist.

He gently placed the head of his penis at the opening of my anus again, slowly trying to insert it. Whether it was because his penis was too large or my anus was too tight, he failed several times.

He touched my breasts and said, "Don't be nervous, relax, this is more stimulating."

When he forcefully pushed the head of his penis in again, I felt a throbbing pain in my anus, as if it was about to explode, and I screamed in pain. But he ignored me and continued to push in. When it was about halfway in, I pinched his hand hard, signaling him not to go any further. Sure enough, he pulled out a little, but that was just a delaying tactic. With a forceful thrust, most of his penis was inside.

"Ah, it hurts so much!"

He didn't care about that and continued to slowly thrust in and out. I only felt waves of swelling pain inside my anus, but the pain seemed to be slowly decreasing.

His speed increased, and he lewdly said, "It's tighter in here than in your vagina. My penis feels so good being wrapped up. You said you'd go with my lead, so I'll try something more exciting. Keep listening to me."

I didn't know what other tricks he would pull. The faster he went, the less intense the pain became. Instead, I felt that anal penetration and vaginal penetration were equally satisfying.

I smiled at him, as if to tell him, "Keep going, it feels good this way too."

He smiled back at me and said, "It's too tight inside, I can't hold on much longer."

He squeezed my breasts hard while thrusting. For the first time, I felt pain and pleasure at the same time. We were both very satisfied.

He didn't dare to go too fast. I knew he was about to ejaculate too. Suddenly, he started thrusting violently, like he was on steroids, his abdomen slamming against my buttocks with a series of slaps. The speed increased, and he shoved his hand into my mouth, rummaging around haphazardly. With a final, forceful thrust, he pulled out quickly, saying, "Open your mouth!"

Huh? Before I could even react, his penis was right next to my mouth, forcibly shoved inside. In less than three seconds, his penis jerked slightly upwards a few times, and I could feel a gush of heat shooting out, hitting the inside of my mouth, my tongue, and the back of my throat.

I felt nauseous, vomiting, as if I were about to throw up, but he showed no sign of pulling out, making satisfied moans as his penis continued to throb.

Suddenly, I felt incredibly cheap. It was the first time I'd ever had my anus violated, and I'd actually enjoyed it. His penis, which had just been pulled from my anus, was now inside me, about to ejaculate in my mouth. That disgusting semen filled my mouth and even my throat; I almost swallowed it.

He slowly pulled his penis out, but held the glans to my lips, saying, "Lick the front clean for me."

I actually did it, licking it diligently until he thought it was clean, and then he got off me. He took a piece of paper and wiped my mouth clean, saying lewdly, "Don't spit it out. This is all my essence. Swallowing it is very nourishing and good for your skin. Jiajia didn't have the luck to get this yesterday, so you're getting it today."

I felt nauseous. I was about to get out of bed to vomit in the toilet when he grabbed me, saying, "You agreed to it yourself. What are you going to do if I give you another orgasm? I want you to swallow it now."

Looking at his lewd appearance, I finally succumbed to his lewdness, closed my eyes, and swallowed.

He brought me a glass of water, which I drank several times. Then he lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I don't smoke, but I took it anyway, took a deep drag, and choked. He laughed a few times, took the cigarette, took a deep drag, and then carried me to the bathroom.

After we finished washing up, I said to him very seriously, "Don't come here again. Don't let Jiajia know what happened today."

"What if I miss you? Or what if you miss me?"

"I'll contact you then

." "Then I'll be waiting for you anytime," he said with a wicked grin.

"Today was the first time I'd ever been shot into my mouth from behind, the first time I'd ever swallowed it."

"How was it? Exciting, right? You'll get used to it. Once you're used to it, I'll start exploring new things..."

That night, I didn't let him stay, afraid Jiajia would come back. But he took me away, to a small hotel. There, we went wild all night. I don't remember how many orgasms I had, or what positions we used. I only remember being incredibly sexually satisfied that night. It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that I had the strength to come back. I deleted the AVs from my computer. I couldn't be X's girlfriend because I knew X was just playing around, so I would only play around too, and I couldn't let Jiajia know.

Several months later, X got a new girlfriend, and we rarely contacted each other anymore. We only occasionally had sex when X's girlfriend wasn't around.

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