Student life

In the center of the classroom, four high-temperature lamps shone intently on a blonde, blue-eyed, completely naked, fit woman. The students were all focused on the clay before them, sculpting it in poses resembling the model's. May was our school's contracted model; she was supposedly a dancer at a strip club. I couldn't quite tell her age, but she was probably in her early twenties. Although the hourly wage for academic modeling was less than a third of her regular job, not to mention the generous tips from wealthy patrons, enduring the gratifying 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 might not be permanently preserved like those of masters, they were 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 during her classes. When sculpting him, I could always quickly grasp the general feeling I wanted, and the remaining time would allow me to observe May's body more closely and correct any areas I had overlooked. So I would go close to May and study him closely.
May would sometimes 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. There weren't many students in the advanced sculpting class, about ten or so, so the atmosphere was always very good. Everyone chatted and laughed, like a big family. I knew that although May was almost silent to maintain his pose, he was actually often laughing very happily, as you could tell from his chest that couldn't help but sway. 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 that some Asians develop from excessive dieting. His arms, though not particularly large, clearly defined beautiful curves, and his abdomen showed faint outlines of muscle, along with the sexy side lines of his abs. A fake diamond ornament dangled from his navel, sparkling under the lights. His short, curly blond hair framed his very distinctive face; he must be a top star at a strip club! His moderately sized thighs, though tightly pressed together, couldn't hide his abundant golden pubic hair. The strikingly beautiful May often laughed heartily at our jokes, her face turning bright red.
During the 15-minute break, we would thoughtfully provide some 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 aspire to travel independently in Asia by teaching English. She was no exception. After class, he would often admire the creations we made with his body, occasionally quipping, "My breasts aren't that small," or "My legs aren't that thick." He really liked my sculpture, saying it had an oriental mystique, and the woman in it possessed a melancholic air—an air that wasn't his, but something I'd imbued. I was delighted and promised to give him a piece I'd completed using him as a model at the end of the semester. We gradually became closer.
One day after class, May slowly finished dressing, while I started packing. The other quick-moving students had already scattered, and I couldn't find anyone strong enough to help me move that 30-kilogram clay sculpture. I looked miserable. Then May came over and helped me move the clay to make room for the next class. I was quite surprised; I hadn't expected 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. I said, "No problem." But hadn't he just downed a whole cup of espresso during the break? Foreigners really do drink coffee like water. Have you ever heard of a teacher who, during 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 turns out May wasn't just a stripper; he was also a student at a vocational school during the day. His dream was to save up enough money to study proper dance. He came here as a model to cultivate his appreciation of beauty and to better understand his own body language and how others perceive his physical expression. "Could you do me a favor?" May looked at me pleadingly with bright eyes.
"If I can do it, 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 poetry reading, but just reciting it is too monotonous, so I want 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 a slideshow and project it onto my body." He took out his poem and read it to me. ************ The human body is language, transmitting unspoken signals between people.
The human body is a symbol, suggestively, subtly, and intensely hinting at a language we both understand. A flirtatious glance, you know what it means; a hooked index finger, you know what it means; legs spread, you know what it means. Yes, I am expressing my desire for your intertwined body, connected body, swirling body. In this instant, we feel the burning heat of love, reflecting reality more deeply than words.
A surging heartbeat, more eloquent than the mouth, speaks sweet words. Please remain silent now. My thighs intertwine 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 it, oh my god! What erotic poetry! Imagining May reciting such erotic poetry naked has completely changed my view of poetry readings where biblical hymns are recited. He excitedly asked me, "What do you think of my poem?" "Wow, so touching!" My mind was only on May, who was supposed to read it to me, but because I felt my English wasn't good enough and I was afraid of missing something, I insisted on reading it myself. Thank goodness, otherwise everyone in the crowded coffee shop would have thought the two of us girls were having a romantic conversation.
"It's Friday already, and I have a reading on Sunday, so could you come to my place tonight and help me with some drawings? Please bring some toiletries, and if it's too late, you can sleep at my place!" Writing a few characters with a brush isn't difficult for me, so of course I readily agreed. So I went home to get some clothes and calligraphy supplies and went home with May. She was indeed a super cool girl, driving a beat-up Jeep, looking incredibly stylish. Because it was the dead of winter, and snow was falling outside, he kept expressing the feelings he wanted to convey along the way, and I listened carefully. His house was located in a very desolate area, supposedly the site of the 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 ruins, which were eventually bought by a designer who built three adjacent houses. Although they were eighty years old, they were still very distinctive and sturdy, and were later bought by his family. Between the three houses was an open space, which could be used for ice hockey after the snow was flattened. After parking the car, he led me to the smallest-looking house of the three, saying it was where he and his girlfriend lived. I was stunned. He and his girlfriend? Could it be... could she be a lesbian? Suppressing the strange feeling in my heart, I watched as he opened the door and said to the person 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! Wearing only a sheer, pink, sexy nightgown—not entirely transparent—her braless nipples and the outline of her breasts, much larger than May's, were clearly visible. "Wow, it's so cold!" exclaimed the doll-like, round-faced girl named Molly. "Who told you to come out and open the door dressed so scantily?" May quickly wrapped Molly in her coat, considerately pulling her 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 even said, "I missed you so much!" It hadn't been that long since they last met; 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 meet someone like that, so I was a little surprised. However, my expression seemed fairly natural. May explained my purpose to Molly, who smiled and thanked me for my help. The hospitable Molly warmly 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 cheese lasagna, 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. The house really wasn't big, just one floor and a basement. The basement had a small bar with a liquor cabinet inside, but it only contained cases of beer. In the middle was a pool table, along with sound equipment and a lot 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. This is evident because the bathroom's exterior, including the roof, is built like a glass house, surrounded by dense forest. This area is in the suburbs, free from light pollution, so the starlight is incredibly romantic.
After a satisfying meal, we went to the living room, which also had floor-to-ceiling windows, with another view of dense forest. In fact, besides these three houses, there are no other neighbors around—it's a perfect spot for a party. May, very particular about ambiance, lit many candles and essential oils instead of turning on the lights, 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 poem. Watching his 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 piece of clothing she wore, a thin veil, and the two intertwined. Indeed, the poem described their interaction. It seemed they were both professional dancers, striking various dramatic and beautiful poses. May's slightly deep, husky voice was unexpectedly very sexy. The sensual poses, the sensual verses, and the rose essential oil in the air aroused desire, making the viewer feel extremely seductive.
However, as 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 because they were hot after dancing, the two of them started drinking beer without even bothering to put on their clothes, and I, feeling a little awkward, had no choice but to drink with them. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I rarely had the opportunity to create sculptures of two people entwined, because regular school courses couldn't afford the salaries of two models. My favorite Rodin sculpture is called "The Kiss," where the intertwined man and woman exude love and sensuality. Especially since their relationship is so close, I was sure I could 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 sculpt. They both said no problem, of course. But Molly joked, "We'll both be naked for you to see, 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 boldly let my white breasts bounce out of my bra, but 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 big 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 the passion of the moment. Time ticked by, and the two of them, while French kissing, caressed each other's breasts, making it increasingly difficult for me to concentrate. I even felt my underwear getting a little wet. I had 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. He grabbed May's head and made him lick his breasts. Molly's voice was sweet and soft, completely different from the moans of girls in typical foreign porn films. From a meter away, I could clearly see the two female bodies fondling each other; Molly's golden pubic hair glistened with moisture, 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 dropped my paintbrush, and I stared blankly at them, while my other hand secretly rubbed my genitals under the table. Clearly, my underwear was soaked. Molly, lost in his own world, began touching himself, 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, saw my flushed face, and in a flash, grabbed my hand still inside my underwear before I could react, my fingers still glistening with my vaginal fluid. Oops, caught! Molly climbed over to me, looking at me with amusement. May asked if I wanted to play along, and I was already too shy to speak. Molly, 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 terribly, 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 into the master bedroom, placing me on their pink bed. It was the first time a girl had ever carried me like a boy, and I was worried he couldn't lift me, so I clung tightly to May's neck.
May said knowingly, "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, but I was too shy, so I just sat on the edge of the bed, pressed against the wall, legs closed, watching them blankly. May started licking Molly's clitoris, and Molly moaned 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 spasm, her hands grabbing May's long fingers and forcefully pushing them towards her body. Molly's legs were tightly clamped around May's arms, preventing him from moving. May asked him, "Really? You got there so quickly?" Molly looked at me and said, "Yeah, because we have an audience!" But just watching probably isn't enough, right?
It seemed Molly really wanted to drag me down with her. She came between my legs and forcefully ripped my underwear, exposing my vulva to them. Molly said, "Ugh, it's all wet!" She even deliberately dipped her finger in the vaginal fluid and sucked on it noisily, saying, "Hmm, the taste of Asians isn't that different from ours!" May said, "Don't tease him, not everyone can accept us like this!" Molly, who looked like a Barbie doll, then asked me with innocent eyes, "Do you hate homosexuals?" 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 beautiful, especially Molly, you're incredibly sexy, your body would drive both men and women crazy." Molly then asked me: "Will 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 lewdly at May. May seemed to think I was having fun with his girlfriend, so he knelt between my spread legs and started licking my vulva. Ahhh~ his technique was amazing, making me gasp and wet. While licking me, May also played with Molly's vulva. The three naked women were intertwined, the air thick with lust. Molly buried my head between his breasts, rubbing them repeatedly, almost suffocating me. I gently bit Molly's soft breast; so this is what it feels like to lick a woman's breasts. "So good~" Molly bent my head, his head also bending and drooping against my chest. We licked each other's breasts, gently biting each other's nipples. Molly bit harder, and I bit back harder. He bit my nipple, brushing his tongue over the sensitive tip, and I did the same. Molly's licking felt so good that I couldn't help but release his nipple, letting out moans. So I used my hand instead of my tongue to gently knead his big breasts, pressing so hard that my fingers sank into his plump breasts.
May pulled out his fingers, which were covered in Molly's juices, and inserted them into my vagina, licking and thrusting rapidly like he had just played with Molly, 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 pulled out three fingers and inserted them into his wet vagina. 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 hands still and thrusting up and down like he was riding a horse. He shouted wildly, "Fuck me, fuck me to death~ Ahhh."
Damn, he was incredibly horny. His juices kept flowing down my arm. I could feel his vagina contracting continuously due to the orgasm, squeezing my fingers so tightly they almost wouldn't move. Picking 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 that 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 he held my buttocks down to prevent me from resisting, leaving me powerless to play with Molly. Molly also saw my juices 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, one in front and one behind, licked my vulva. Their tongues swirled around me, occasionally kissing. Molly even lightly bit my clitoris with his teeth—damn, it hurt so much! I angrily slapped his fat buttocks hard, making them red. With each slap, some of 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 rocking 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 anus with my hand, deliberately being rough, and Molly kept moaning.
May stood up, went into the changing room, and came out with something. Upon closer inspection, it was a dildo with a monkey-shaped vibrating egg attached and a double-headed dragon dildo with rings that could be attached to one person—both were enormous. May stood with his legs spread wide, ordering Molly to lick his cunt. He pulled hard on Molly's long hair. May also made me stand in front of him and lick his breasts. May's breasts weren't as big as Molly's, but they were very sensitive. He pinched Molly's G-spot and bit his nipples. May, unable to bear it any longer, 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 down onto the bed, inserted one end of his double-headed penis into his vagina, grabbed Molly and positioned her against his buttocks, and thrust his 20-centimeter 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, even probing 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, even filling my mouth. It was the first time I'd seen such a large penis thrusting in and out of two dripping wet holes at the same time, the lewd sounds coming from their joined bodies. Molly, seemingly out of her mind, licked my vulva wildly, repeatedly thrusting her tongue into my hole. Every time May thrust forward, Molly would simultaneously sway her body and violently respond backward, both of them moaning loudly at the same time. My hands couldn't help but rub my breasts, moaning loudly, while Molly picked up another dildo with a vibrating egg and tried to insert it into me.
I was a little terrified and said, "No! That one's huge!" Molly didn't care about anything else and forcefully thrust it in. Ahhhhhh, my wet little hole quickly swallowed the dildo whole. Molly kept pulling at my labia and rubbing it against the vibrator. The vibrator, turned on, rotated inside my hole, the vibrating egg at the front vibrating precisely on my clitoris. Molly was being driven wildly by May's powerful thrusting, making sounds that were hard to understand, but she still kept gripping the vibrator and thrusting it into my body with all her might. Each time, she would quickly thrust all the way in and then slowly pull out, each time hitting my cervix right in the center. The rotating head of the dildo constantly stimulated my G-spot, and Molly frantically bit and sucked at my labia, driving me almost crazy.
Suddenly, Molly seemed to reach orgasm, letting out a piercing scream, her hand weakly releasing the dildo from my vagina. My clitoris, constantly stimulated by the vibrating egg, caused my entire vagina to spasm, forcefully squeezing out the thick dildo. Molly was also covered in my vaginal fluid, his eyes half-closed, water droplets clinging to his long eyelashes. I was half-conscious, panting heavily, motionless. May and Molly lay down on either side of me, my face also covered in their mixed vaginal fluid. They both started licking my cheeks simultaneously, and began French kissing me. May squeezed my left breast, Molly squeezed my right breast, and draped my thighs over theirs, leaving my legs awkwardly wide open. May massaged my clitoris and surrounding area with her fingers, while Molly's three fingers, unbelievably, squeezed into my vagina, stirring incessantly. My vagina, already red and swollen from the previous penetration, was now being roughly handled by Molly's hands; it hurt so much, but the vaginal fluid kept flowing out.
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 inserted a hand into my vagina, pressing my G-spot. My sister 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. Then my whole body tensed, and a gush of hot fluid shot out forcefully, some even landing on my face. I tasted it on my lips—it was indeed very mild.
May and Molly reacted in unison, frantically licking my vulva with their tongues, drinking up every last drop of my previous gushing fluid. They seemed unsatisfied, but I was too tired and fell asleep. After some time, I felt someone licking me from below. I forced my eyes open and saw Molly lying beside me like a dead fish; I knew it was May. Mmm, mmm, mmm, this time May was licking my swollen vulva so gently, making me wet again despite my exhaustion. May whispered in my ear that he loved watching me squirt. He carried me to the bathroom and drew the thick curtains. May sat on the toilet, and I was on top of him. He placed me in the jacuzzi and filled it with hot water and soap. I faced outwards, watching the snowflakes falling and the starlight growing brighter with the cold. My hands, through the glass, could feel the chill outside. May wrapped his arms around me from behind, kneading my breasts and genitals, and parted my labia to let the water jets directly hit my vagina. 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 dildo, inserting it into his hole while lifting my buttocks off his lap, and then thrusting it into my wet hole from behind. 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 wall railing and expose my genitals to the glass. Reflected in the glass, I could vaguely see May fucking me with the double-headed dildo, and my lewd expression. May's stamina was amazing; he vigorously swayed 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 fucked himself. I was moaning and groaning, experiencing multiple orgasms.
May said he'd wanted to do it for a long time, but Molly was too heavy, and he couldn't do it like that with Molly. However, May was a little out of breath as she 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 alarm clock on the bedside table and realized it was already 4 PM on Saturday. My clothes were all 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 and said, "You're awake! Did you sleep well?" I nodded and ran to get my clothes. Molly blocked my way from behind and said, "Did you two do it again while I was asleep yesterday?" I was afraid Molly would mind, since May was her boyfriend. I quickly apologized. He actually said, "Then I'll do it with you one more time when 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 went. Entering the dressing room where May had gone to get the vibrator the day before, I found a corner filled with all sorts of sex toys. He asked if I had 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 finding a real man to have sex with. 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. He loved May not because she was a woman, nor because she wasn't a man. Simply put, he liked May as a person and enjoyed dancing with her. But he also liked the feeling of his vagina being fully 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 pleasure in using a dildo, experiencing the thrill of conquering a woman. Since May was a complete tsundere (dominantly gay), while he didn't reject using a dildo, 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 being on top of a man and rocking yourself, except this squatting dildo had a vibrator at the tip and could be bent freely. I sat down heavily and slowly lifted up, realizing that this technique could truly send a woman to heaven. Especially since the dildo's glans was so large, each withdrawal pushed my vaginal walls outwards, even opening my labia. The most difficult part was that when I was close to orgasm, I didn't have the strength to perform the piston-like motion myself. Especially since I was already exhausted from yesterday's activities, the vibrator kept teasing my clitoris. Ugh, it was so hard! 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 to me, "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 white person's, it feels so good! Your vagina 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, when I pinch your nipple, you tremble!"
The feeling of being teased by a girl's words excited me immensely, bringing me to a climax instantly. Molly pulled me up and then deliberately threw me down hard. Molly pulled my hair back, my face facing upwards towards the inside of his spread thighs, and he sat his wet vulva on my face. Because part of Molly's weight was pressing on my face, I was powerless under his pressure and could only let my vagina be repeatedly violated by the dildo and vibrator. Molly grabbed my head and shook it roughly, 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, and gently bit Molly's clitoris. Molly suddenly clamped my head between his legs and reached orgasm with a cry. I was a little short of breath from his suffocation. After Molly came to her senses, she suddenly pulled me away from the squatting position with her penis
, and my vagina, filled with her large penis, released a torrent of uncontrollable vaginal fluid. Molly exclaimed, "Wow! That was amazing! I enjoyed it so much yesterday, I didn't even see it clearly, it was so much fun!" Then she dragged me to shower and change. Molly suddenly became very serious, saying, "May and I have never tried a threesome before. Yesterday's atmosphere was just fantastic, and you were so cute. May and I felt like we were communicating with an artistic soul! We hope our work will inspire your artistic creations even more." A while later, May returned. It turned out she had used my calligraphy from yesterday to make a projection slide. After returning, she and Molly rehearsed it again, this time adding my calligraphy slide, accompanied by Indian music, and with May and Molly swaying naked, it showcased the 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 together the next day. However, I asked him to take me home. Firstly, I didn't bring enough changes of clothes, and secondly, I had something to do on Sunday. But the deeper reason was that I was afraid of being exploited by May and Molly, and my wicked mind couldn't help but conjure up the image of the poetry reading turning into a orgy under the allure 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 reaction, May's poetry was very popular. It didn't turn into the orgy I had imagined; 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 with my sketches from that day: a couple deeply embracing and entwined in passion. He was deeply moved and gently kissed my forehead, saying, "Although it seems I won't have the chance to collect your sculptures, I will always remember your work and you." This is the story of how I met May and Molly.

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