Unexpected voyeurism

I'm a college student. I'm not very clear about other aspects of myself, but I'm quite knowledgeable about sex because I think I'm very lecherous. My favorite thing is peeping!
That was during my freshman year of college. Every student, upon arriving at university, would study hard for a while, and the best place to do so was the library. Each floor of the library had two toilets, one for men and one for women. The toilets were divided into many small cubicles, like private rooms, with doors. The drainage system was a culvert-like channel, so when two people were defecating at the same time, they were on a straight line and couldn't see each other because of the cubicles. One time, while defecating, I noticed that although each stall was separated, there was a gap of about 10 centimeters underneath. I thought that if I went into the women's toilet, I could use a mirror to look underneath, and then I could see everything clearly through the reflection. After thinking of this, I quickly finished defecating, ran back to my dorm to get a mirror, and went to the fourth floor of the library. Since there were only five floors, and the fifth floor wasn't open, the fourth floor was relatively less crowded, making it safer to enter and exit the women's toilet. r$ / e2 z2 I
waited in the corridor, waiting for the first girl to show me her vagina. Finally, a girl about 1.8 meters tall appeared at the other end of the corridor. My heart started racing. To avoid arousing suspicion, I started walking towards her, pretending to go to study. When I saw her face clearly, she was pretty, with a sexy figure, wearing a pink dress. A fragrant scent wafted from her as she passed by; it seemed she cared about her appearance. When I got behind her, I glanced back. She didn't seem to suspect anything. I immediately turned around and followed her. After she went into the restroom, I waited at the door. When I heard her open and close the door, I looked around. Nobody was there! Great! I immediately went into the women's restroom. I bent down and peeked through the crack under the door. I saw a pair of feet—it was her! She was the only one there. Based on the position of the shoes, I knew which way she was facing. I chose the stall behind her and closed the door to prevent anyone from seeing. I vaguely saw her squatting in the latrine. I took out my... I carefully slipped the mirror through the gap, afraid she'd notice if I went too far, so I only went in a little. When I saw a dark shadow appear on the mirror, I was so excited—it was my first time, after all. I slowly adjusted the angle and quickly saw the whole thing. The opening, which was originally just a slit, had widened because of the urine, and the surrounding tender flesh was bright red. I really wanted to touch it, but I held back. Then the opening widened a little more, and a stream of urine gushed out. She had started urinating. I watched intently as the stream grew larger and larger... It felt so good to go from big to small. After she finished urinating, she took a piece of toilet paper and gently wiped her vulva clean. Then she stood up, put on her skirt, and went out. Ah, that feeling was so wonderful! I suddenly had the urge to force myself on her, hehe, but this was on campus, and that idea was too unrealistic. Suddenly, I remembered something. I listened outside and there was no sound. I opened the door, went to her stall, and found the piece of paper she had used to wipe her vulva in the trash can. I picked it up and smelled it. There was no strange smell; on the contrary, it was filled with her fragrance. I was already hard. I closed the door... I closed it, and right where she had just urinated, I pulled it out. Memories of that beautiful vulva flooded my mind. I held the paper to my nose with my left hand, smelling it intensely, while my right hand began to move back and forth. Then, whenever I had free time, I lived a blissful life using the method described above. Later, I simply stopped using mirrors and lay down on the ground to observe directly with my naked eyes. This was much clearer and felt better than using a mirror. However, not long after, that evening, I followed a girl to the spot behind her using the same method. This time, she wasn't urinating, but defecating. I... I plugged my nostrils with two pieces of paper and thoroughly admired her beautiful vulva. Because she had been defecating for a long time, her vulva expanded slightly with each strain, and her two clitoral labia, which had been stuck together, slowly separated, looking very fleshy. The more I looked, the more I wanted to touch it. Finally, I couldn't resist anymore. I thought that since it was Friday, there would be few people studying in the evening, and it was dark outside. Even if I touched her, I could probably run away without being discovered. I finally made up my mind and began my boldest act... I reached my hand down there... After aiming... With my palm facing upwards, her vagina was now within my grasp. I quickly stroked it back and forth, and at the same moment, she was startled and stood up abruptly. Perhaps she was quite frightened, so much so that she forgot to call out. I didn't dare linger, so I deliberately let out a soft, comfortable moan and then quickly disappeared. I didn't leave, but waited for her to appear in a safe spot nearby where I could easily see the toilet door. What would she do when she came out? Would she scream, run away, or cry? This feeling of anticipation was too subtle to describe. As I guessed, she quietly ran away. After all, she's a girl; if word got out that someone was groped in the toilet, any girl would be wary of them. The worst part is that everyone has their own version of events, and if it got out that she was forced in the toilet, that would be terrible... After she left, I quickly found a secluded spot, smelled that blissful hand—it had a very sexy scent. I couldn't wait to pull out my penis and, with the hand that had just touched that beautiful opening, began another wonderful back-and-forth motion. Later ,
I stopped using mirrors, ending my voyeuristic career and starting a more exciting life. One time, because I used too much force and was quite lucky, my middle finger accidentally went straight into her vagina. The girl cooperated and cried out, "Oh!" Haha, never before had it felt so good, and it was at night. To celebrate that success, I waited for her outside. After she came out, I followed her until she left the library. I quickly circled around and bumped into her outside. I "accidentally" lost my watch, so I asked her the time. She was wearing a watch, and I was amazed by its style. I leaned in to look at it, and then touched her hand with the middle finger that had been inside her. She was embarrassed, perhaps because of what had just happened. Haha, the person who had just penetrated her was now standing right in front of her, but she didn't know. She was so happy! Then we left. I was going to ask for her phone number, but I resisted. And so, my life has always been happy
. When we reached our sophomore year, we transferred to the main campus. On my first day there, I went to the main campus library to scout out the layout, but I was very dissatisfied with the result. Gradually, my interests shifted, and I only occasionally took the bus back to my old school to experience things with my female classmates. During my
vacation, something I never dared to imagine happened. Because the main campus let out earlier, I went to my old school one evening. As usual, I waited in a safe spot for my "prey," but there were so few people. I waited until it was completely dark and still hadn't found anyone. I needed to catch a bus back, and there wouldn't be any later. Disappointed, I returned to the campus. There, in front of me, was a girl wearing a sexy black short skirt and a backless top. The lights weren't on yet, and there were hardly any people around. There was practically no one on her path. I suddenly had the urge to molest her. Actually, the moment I had this thought, I started walking towards her. I knew what I was going to do next… I quietly followed her, and when I was very close, I looked around. Nobody's here! Fantastic! I pounced like a hungry wolf, my left hand slipping under her clothes and stopping at her chest. My left hand simultaneously controlled her breasts, while my right hand, in perfect sync, lifted her already short skirt from below. My fingers then rested on her vulva—damn, her panties! But luckily, my fingers easily breached the panties, pushing the straps protecting my most sensitive area aside, and I began to savor the most wonderful sensation from her vulva. She, meanwhile, was dangling her purse, her right hand holding her phone, completely still! I seized every second to enjoy the pleasure she gave me, trying my best to take advantage of her...
When she finally understood what was happening, it was already past the third minute. Her initial reaction was a soft "ah" moan, so quiet that no one but her and I could hear it. She started to resist, but my left hand had already pinned her to my chest. However, when her thighs closed, my right hand couldn't move freely. But that didn't matter; my fingers were already inside her. Her struggles only brought me more pleasure. My penis was already hard, pressing against her soft buttocks. I started moving my body up and down, rubbing my penis against her sexy buttocks. Now she knew resistance was useless and started to cry for help, but for some reason, she cried very softly. Perhaps it was because it was the first time she had cried for help. My right hand's fingers violating her body and my left hand squeezing her incredibly soft breasts and nipples didn't have enough force. Crying for help was ineffective
! She began to beg me in a trembling, distorted voice, pleading with me not to force her, and she cried. But words were useless to me now. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then withdrew my right hand. She probably thought I was letting her go, because I heard her let out a sigh of relief. Actually, I was using my right hand to pull out my weapon, which was already as hard as an iron rod. At that moment, I lowered my voice and said to her, "I won't force you, but you have to give me your underwear as a souvenir!" She agreed without hesitation. This is actually quite normal; which is more important, underwear or virginity? But that's what led to what happened next, because at that moment she didn't realize what losing her underwear meant. That's right! No underwear meant that her private parts were exposed! I checked to make sure no one was around, then said to her, "Take your underwear down a little bit yourself!" She squatted down, and I squatted down too, because my left hand was still patrolling that protruding mountain. After she finally finished taking off her panties, my left hand immediately abandoned its enjoyment and, together with my right, busied itself with the pleasure of my little brother! I immediately grabbed her waist and pushed her forward, causing her to kneel on the ground. Then, I used both hands to control her two beautiful legs. My little brother was now eagerly searching for a breakthrough in that area, and thankfully, I found one quickly. Because I had used my right hand to stimulate her, her vagina was very lubricated, and my little brother entered the opening smoothly. At this moment, she was completely desperate and still wanted to struggle. I tried my best to control her, but I could only barely resist. However, my little brother was already inside, and his urgent back-and-forth movements affected my hands, causing me to give up control and quickly grab her two breasts. Now she couldn't scream anymore, she just kept crying. The most intense battle lasted for about two minutes. Perhaps it was because of the tension, or perhaps it was because of her resistance, or perhaps both. I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I thought about pulling out and ejaculating on her buttocks, but the movement inside was too comfortable. Not only did I not pull out, but I thrust in and out even faster. ...A final surge of electricity coursed through my body, and I ejaculated inside her vagina...
Without thinking, I pulled up my pants, grabbed her underwear, and tried to run. But as I turned to run, I glanced back at her, and at the same time, the damn streetlights came on...
This time, I was stunned. The girl in front of me was none other than my current class monitor!!! Class monitor M
wasn't particularly pretty, but she was very cute because of her big eyes, and I've always thought girls with big eyes were cute. Now, her tears were streaming down her face, making her look so pitiful under the light, suddenly giving me an urge to protect her at all costs. But who cared about urges now? I forced myself on her, and this time I'm doomed! My instincts told me the only way was to stay with her! I slowly walked over, slowly because I needed to think of a plan! I knelt down beside her, and then, quite awkwardly, I cupped her face in my hands and gave her a long kiss. When the kiss ended, I had already decided on my plan: a "handsome man ploy"! Luckily, my parents gave me a rather handsome face, which allowed me to escape this predicament! I'm so grateful to them! I helped my lovely class monitor up, and like a lover, I embraced her, and together we walked to a quiet, peaceful pavilion. I noticed she kept staring at me during this time, and she stopped crying. After I kissed her, she kept staring at me, making me very uncomfortable. I gradually lowered my head. I planned to apologize to her first, then tell her that
I had always liked her, and if she agreed, I would have to marry her unless she dumped me... What if she didn't agree? Before I could think of anything, I noticed she was still staring at me, and my thoughts completely went haywire! I'm doomed! Suddenly, I don't know where the courage came from, I raised my head and stared back at her. Now our eyes met, and I finally understood... Knowing the importance of her eyes, I tried my best to express regret and deep affection. Tears welled up in her eyes again, and before I could say anything, she threw herself into my arms and cried. I didn't know what to do, but I saw hope because she had taken the initiative to come to me—that meant there was hope! My hands were now at rest, and my little brother was already asleep. I picked her up and sat her on my lap, like a couple. I held her waist, wanting to kiss her again and think of something else. But when I closed my eyes, I knew it was unnecessary. Because she came to me, her arms wrapped around my neck...
This is my story. You might find it unbelievable, but that's understandable, because even I find it unbelievable. However, this rare and absurd event just happened to me—it's completely true! Some of you might be wondering if I
still do those things now. I want to tell you that since that time, I knew she had always secretly loved me. When I fell in love with her too, we both felt that this event was truly arranged by fate, what they call destiny.

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