Confessions of a Girl in Stockings

I'm a girl who loves wearing stockings. Seeing so many men adore stockings and beautiful legs, I wanted to share my story with everyone. Perhaps after reading this, you'll think I'm a slut, but I don't care. I'm still a virgin. I like girls, and I want to find a girl who likes stockings to be my partner. As for men, I just enjoy playing with their penises and watching them ejaculate because of me; it gives me a feeling similar to successfully pulling off a prank, which makes me very happy.
You might think my descriptions of sex in this article are too simplistic, but after all, I'm not writing a novel, just recounting my own story. It's impossible to specifically recall and describe the details; the main point is to write my story, and you can imagine the specific details yourself.
My mother went abroad to work when I was in elementary school, only returning for short periods each year. My father is a doctor, with a good personality and very devoted, so there was no risk of our family breaking up. This created a very good living environment for me. I had my own room, which was beautifully decorated. My mother always brought me back many beautiful clothes from abroad, especially stockings. So, I've loved the close-fitting feel of stockings since I was little.
When I was in kindergarten, the boys' and girls' toilets weren't separated. So when I went to the toilet, I often saw boys using it too. I was always bothered by the difference between their genitals and mine. But when there were many people around, I didn't dare to ask. One time, it was my turn to clean with a boy. After school in the afternoon, the teacher had something to do and told us to clean up on our own. There was no one else around. I saw him go to the toilet and followed him. When he started urinating, I stood next to him watching, and he seemed a little shy. I asked if I could touch it. He said yes. So I waited until he finished urinating and then touched his penis. I felt that his penis had gotten a little hard. It was quite fun. But that was all at the time. Later, in elementary school, the boys' and girls' toilets were separated, and I didn't dare to go to the boys' toilet. So I didn't really have any practical experience with sex in elementary school. But computers started to come around then, and my parents bought one for our home. Our generation is naturally good at using computers, and soon, although my dad didn't know, I had found a lot of pornographic websites. But I still loved studying in elementary school and got into a good middle school.
My sexual happiness began by chance, in the second year of junior high school. One day during PE class, I sprained my arm. That evening, I asked my dad to help me take a bath. He didn't seem to mind. Since it was summer, he was only wearing beach shorts, shirtless, as he bathed me. While washing me, he naturally applied shower gel, which gave him the opportunity to fondle my already developing breasts. I also asked him to wash my lower body, and after a while, I noticed a bulge in his shorts. I asked, "Dad, what's in your pants?" He smiled awkwardly and said nothing. I persisted, telling him I could see. He absolutely refused. I cried and fussed. Finally, he gave in and told me, "You can't tell anyone!" I agreed. Then he took off his pants. I saw an erect penis for the first time. He told me some things about male sex. I asked him, "Can I touch it?" He initially disagreed, but I knew that seeing my beautiful naked body, he couldn't possibly be completely uninterested. Finally, he agreed.
I reached out and grasped my father's penis, slowly stroking it up and down. My father took a deep breath, seemingly enjoying it. But after a short while, he regained his senses and rationally said it was okay. Of course, I didn't want to let go of this hard-won opportunity, so I vigorously rubbed my father's penis. I heard him say he couldn't take it anymore, and at the same time, his body suddenly recoiled. I clearly saw a stream of white liquid spurt from my father's glans, splashing onto my face and body. It was my first time experiencing a man's semen, and I noticed a faint fishy smell, but I didn't dislike it. My father kept apologizing. He quickly put on his pants, helped me shower, dry me off, and get dressed. In the following days, my father was always very embarrassed when facing me.
I didn't want things to continue like this. So I used the family computer to search for a lot of information about sex online. The more I read, the more I found men's penises really interesting. However, I also began to discover that I was a lesbian. Of course, this self-narration mainly focuses on how to manipulate men, so I won't write about my girlfriend. As my understanding of sex deepened, I realized why my stockings sometimes had white spots – they were traces of my father's semen left on them from masturbation. I observed my father discreetly for a while. I discovered that he would often masturbate with my stockings and underwear while showering after I showered. This excited me greatly. Every night, I would constantly think about these lewd images and my father's penis. However, I didn't know how to masturbate at that time. Finally, one night, after my father finished showering, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and took my stockings out before he put his clothes in the washing machine. Sure enough, there were still traces and smells of semen on them. I went to the living room, where my father was. When he saw what I was holding, he shuddered. I got straight to the point.
Finally, my father admitted that he had been using my clothes to fantasize about my body to masturbate, releasing his unfulfilled desires. I gently told him that I understood him. He apologized many times. I told him not to feel guilty, that it was a normal phenomenon for men. Then I asked, "Can I comfort your desires instead of Mommy's?" Daddy was shocked and immediately objected.
I knew that Mommy could go out without worry because Daddy was a principled person and wouldn't do anything reckless. I liked that about him. So I told him that I had a strong sexual curiosity and, if possible, I wanted to learn about sex while engaging in sexual games. If I couldn't find a suitable outlet, I might play with other boys. Daddy panicked and didn't know what to do. So I said, "How about this? I'll help you ejaculate every day, and you let me play with your penis and teach me about sex, okay?" I told him I had boundaries and wouldn't agree to him taking my virginity; we could use my hand or other methods. I also hoped Daddy could guide me. Finally, Daddy agreed to try it temporarily.
I was so happy and said, "Let's do it now!" Besides, Daddy's penis was already erect, waiting for me. That night, it was my first time giving oral sex. Because I said I wanted to try something different, Daddy had to teach me oral sex. Although I'd seen it online before, I still found it quite fun. I felt so excited when my dad's penis went in and out of my mouth. After a while, I spat out his penis and asked, "Can you ejaculate in my mouth this time? I want to taste the semen." My dad hugged me tightly and said, "I love you so much, my good daughter. I'll do whatever you want." So I took his penis in my mouth again and started stroking it. Finally, I felt the glans swell again, and then a slippery, slightly salty liquid entered my mouth. I spat out his penis, smacked my lips, and swallowed the semen in front of my dad. Although it didn't taste good, for some reason, I didn't dislike it at all.
For the next week, my dad and I kept changing methods. Every morning, my dad wanted me to help him ejaculate before he got up for work. He also gave me the websites on his computer. In my free time, I browsed all sorts of pornographic websites and downloaded some AVs to watch. I really envy those AV actresses; they can play with so many people and make so many men ejaculate because of them. That night, I couldn't wait to play with my dad's penis again, trying all sorts of sexual things.
A week later, I talked to my dad again. He abandoned his previous boundaries and agreed to guide me in sexual matters. I told him that as long as it wasn't penetrated into my vagina and didn't involve SM that would harm my body, I was willing to try anything else. At the same time, my dad and I decided to basically not wear clothes at home. I only wore pantyhose or stockings, which was what my dad wanted. He told me he had a foot fetish and a stocking fetish, and that he grew up being caressed by women's stockings. Also, whenever we had a good idea, we would record it on a video camera to keep as a memento.
During this time, I slept in the same bed as my father. Every morning, he would wait until I sucked his penis and ejaculated in my mouth before getting up, and then he would urinate in my mouth. He would also drink the urine I had stored up overnight, pressing his mouth against my genitals. I realized this was a way for men to declare their possession of women. After breakfast, we would go to work or school. When I came home in the evening, I would eagerly take off all my clothes, leaving only my stockings. When my father came home, he would take off all his clothes, his large penis dangling in front of me. After we finished eating, when I went to wash the dishes, my father would usually rub his penis against my stockinged buttocks or thighs from behind, massaging my breasts and clitoris. Then we would shower together. He would massage my breasts and face with his penis, and I would help him wash his genitals. Sometimes my father couldn't help but ejaculate, and I would use the semen to wash my hair. My father would also use his hands or mouth to help me achieve a more pleasurable sensation. Then we would go back to our respective rooms. I would do my homework, and my father would do other things. Then we would fall asleep in each other's arms, and Dad would place his penis between my legs or on my discarded stockings. Every weekend, Dad would make me wear sexy stockings and give him a fuck, then he would ejaculate on my legs. We also watched AVs together, learning all sorts of positions. So at that time, apart from still being a virgin, my body was tainted by his penis and semen.
On the night of celebrating my first day of high school, Dad and I tried anal sex. We soaked together in the bathroom for a while to relax. Then Dad applied Vaseline to his penis and slowly applied some to my anus with his finger. I held onto the windowsill, and Dad slowly inserted his penis into my anus from behind. It hurt so much! But in order to complete various sexual methods, I tried my best to endure it. Unlike what was described in novels, there was no orgasm; for more than 10 minutes, I only felt pain. But Dad said it was indeed very tight, and he ejaculated in my rectum, which was what I asked for. So, except for my vagina, my father occupied every other part of my body. I'll save my vagina for the stocking-clad girl I like later. This was also my only experience with anal sex, because I know it's very bad for a woman's body, so I won't do it again. This was just an experiment to try out different sexual positions.
Later, when I went to high school, my body was fully developed. Looking at my mature and perfect body with all its sexual characteristics, I was incredibly happy. I wanted to become a beautiful woman who could manipulate men, making them lose their minds and die from exhaustion because of me (hehe, that's a bit of an exaggeration). That would be satisfying! Of course, I wasn't satisfied with just playing with my father. I wanted to play with more penises. So, my target naturally turned to the boys and teachers at school. Luckily, before that, I discovered my pleasure on the bus.
I took the bus to and from school, always during rush hour. I was always squeezed in the crowd. But gradually, perhaps people's thoughts became less innocent, and there were people on the bus who groped women. Actually, I hoped to encounter such people. Of course, there are many novels depicting this kind of scene. Every time I read one, I fantasize about encountering such a wonderful thing. So, I always insist on not wearing underwear to school, only flesh-colored pantyhose. My skirt can't be too short because I have to consider the school; I usually wear a knee-length skirt. However, I still prefer sneakers; they're comfortable to walk in and don't easily cause calluses, so I want to protect my beautiful feet.
After waiting for more than a month, this wonderful thing finally happened. One day on my way to school, as usual, I squeezed into the group of younger, handsome men on the bus and waited patiently. Suddenly, I felt someone touch my buttocks. I was secretly pleased, but pretended not to notice, though I glanced at him. Fortunately, it was a rather handsome college student-looking boy. Although I don't mind helping men ejaculate, I still hope he's good-looking. I have no interest in ugly ones; it's more satisfying to make a handsome guy fall. So, I decided to give him a little encouragement. Taking advantage of the bus braking, I deliberately pressed my buttocks against his lower body. Sure enough, I felt he was already hard. I was so happy; it was an affirmation of my own charm. Soon, his hand started touching my butt again, and I wiggled while actually matching his movements. He probably noticed and began to move on to the next step with more confidence. He slowly lifted my skirt and touched my pantyhose. I could feel his surprise at this. Then, when he realized I wasn't wearing underwear, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and I felt him pull out his penis and press it against my thigh.
Although I wanted to guide him a little, I decided to let him have his way for now. Finally, he thrust his penis between my legs, then one hand reached under my clothes and began to knead my breasts. So stimulating. I felt a heat in my lower body, and my breasts were being stimulated—it felt so good. After a while, I felt his penis trembling in my genitals, and at the same time, I felt my pantyhose getting wet. I knew he had ejaculated. After he finished tidying up, I turned around and whispered in his ear, "It felt good, didn't it? It's okay, I'm happy to help you cum." Then I got off at my stop, and he followed. I knew he wanted things to take further. I clearly told him that a relationship like his was impossible. However, I wouldn't object if it was just for fun on the train. He was happy to hear that.
For a long time afterward, he made sure to take the same train as me. We came up with an easy method: during that time, I wore skirts with a zipper in the back. Every time we played, I just had to unzip the skirt, and he could easily insert his penis between my legs. After each time, the semen on my inner thighs was slippery, which made me very excited. Occasionally, we would make plans to go shopping on weekends, but it wasn't a romantic relationship; I just wanted some exciting experiences. He would buy me clothes and stockings, and I didn't ask for anything more. He would also treat me to meals or movies. When I had the chance, I would give him oral sex and drink his semen. He always said he wanted to marry me, but I told him it was impossible. I'm a lesbin, just playing around, and I only enjoy making men ejaculate because of me.
Of course, I was also actively looking for people to play with at school. Our English teacher was a handsome young man who had just graduated from the foreign language institute. He often played basketball with us boys, and I knew he liked looking at my legs. So I thought maybe I'd have a chance to play with the teacher.
One Friday afternoon, school ended early, and as the English class representative, I went to the English teacher's office to help him grade papers. As usual, I wasn't wearing underwear, and because I was hoping for some new progress, I had changed out of the stockings that had been used that morning and put on more conspicuous black stockings. There were only the two of us in the office. I sat opposite the teacher with my back to the door. After a while, I heard a slight zipper sound, and I knew immediately that the teacher had quietly taken out his penis. I glanced over, and the teacher wasn't sitting upright grading papers, but leaning back in his chair. I knew that from this angle, he could see my stockinged legs. So I deliberately kicked off one shoe, raising my bare, stockinged foot and swinging it back and forth. I could see the teacher's left hand was stroking his penis. To disregard morality and do this in such a sacred place as the school, in front of his own student—I felt incredibly bold and excited, and also pleased with my own allure. The table wasn't wide; if I slightly straightened my leg, it would only be a few centimeters from the teacher's engorged glans. Just
when I felt the time was right, I casually straightened my leg. Sure enough, the teacher couldn't withstand such intense stimulation, and his semen gushed out. Large drops of milky white semen landed on my calf; it was impossible not to feel it. The teacher panicked. I could have pretended not to notice, but my goal today was to turn the teacher into my toy, so I immediately pulled my leg back, looked at it, and asked, "Teacher, what happened?" The teacher's face turned bright red, and he stammered. I seized the opportunity and said, "Teacher, I've noticed you keep looking at my legs, why?" The teacher was still at a loss for words. I asked further, "Does Teacher like my stockinged feet?" "Yes," he finally answered. So I told him, "I like Teacher very much too, but we can't do that. If Teacher can promise not to touch me, and I can decide, I can play with Teacher, but Teacher, you have to love me well." At first, the teacher couldn't believe it, but when he found out it was true, he was overjoyed. Impatiently, he asked directly:
"Can I play a little more today?" So after he locked the office door, I sat down next to him, took off my shoes, and put my feet in his lap. He excitedly kissed my feet, then pulled one of my feet to massage his penis. Because I had done this many times with my father before, I skillfully teased his penis. After a while, the teacher stood up, put my feet together, and began to thrust in and out like a vagina. Finally, after a burst of intense friction, a stream of semen shot out from the glans between my legs. I knew he would ejaculate on me in that position, but I didn't avoid it. Because it wouldn't be too noticeable on my white coat, and I wanted the teacher to see such a lewd scene to further stimulate his nerves. Then I deliberately squatted down in front of the teacher, and when he didn't expect it, I took his already limp penis into my mouth and said with a grin, "You're done already? I want to play a little more." The teacher immediately became energetic again, and I felt his penis quickly grow bigger and harder in my mouth. So I started to give him oral sex, wanting to taste what the teacher's semen was like.
A few minutes later, the teacher ejaculated in my mouth. We cleaned up, ending our first time together.
After that, until the college entrance exam in my senior year of high school, I went to his place for English tutoring every Saturday afternoon. Although there were many other students tutoring with him, it was free for me. After each session, I would pretend to have questions and stay behind to help the teacher ejaculate once or twice. I usually wore clothes that were easy to take off. The teacher also liked stockings and beautiful legs. He liked to have me wear only pantyhose and then insert his penis into my inner thighs on the bed, thrusting like during sex. Sometimes we also tried nipple play. By then, I was quite developed, and because my breasts were constantly massaged, I had a C-cup. The teacher often ejaculated on my chest and then smeared his semen evenly on my breasts.
Besides the teacher, I discovered that there was someone in my class who liked my stockings and beautiful legs and had impure thoughts about me. He was in the same group next to me, sitting in the fourth row like me. I noticed that he always looked at my beautiful legs intentionally or unintentionally. Since he was also good-looking and did well in school, I also wanted to make him my toy.
One Friday after school, I got home and realized I'd forgotten some textbooks at school, so I had to go back to get them. Luckily, it wasn't far from home. Instead of getting my key from the gatehouse, I thought I could just go in. Sometimes there were students studying in the classrooms, and boys would play basketball late into the night, but that day it was a bit rainy, so there weren't many people in the school building. When I got to the back door of the classroom, I looked through the window first. And that's when the real show began.
I saw him standing in front of my desk, holding my water bottle—one of those wide-mouthed, opaque juice bottles. And what was going in and out of the bottle opening was his penis. He was raping my bottle while calling my name. Finally, he ejaculated all over my bottle. I thought for a moment, then retreated to the stairwell, pretending to have just arrived, and knocked on the front door of the classroom, asking, "Is anyone home?" He opened the door, and when he saw it was me, his face immediately burned. I deliberately asked, "What's wrong? Why is your face so red?" He quickly said it was because he'd just finished playing basketball and felt too hot. While chatting with him, I found a book and then deliberately took out a water bottle to drink. He immediately tensed up, hesitating to speak. Right in front of him, I drank the entire contents of the bottle, including the "nutritional supplement" it had ejaculated inside. He stared, dumbfounded. I deliberately said, "Why are you staring at me like that? Do you like me?" He stammered, unsure how to answer.
After that day, I deliberately left a pair of shoes and some stockings on the counter at school to lure him in. Sure enough, soon after, he always stayed until the last person to go home. Needless to say, I always found some marks on my stockings the next day—perfect. Finally, one Friday evening, I decided to catch him red-handed and force him to become my toy.
I stayed until it was just the two of us, then pretended to go home, but secretly unlocked the back door. A few minutes later, I quietly went to the back door. As expected, she had already started: I saw her take out the stockings I had left behind and slowly wrap them around his erect penis, one layer at a time, while she held the other in her hand and kissed it passionately, her other hand constantly stroking it. I watched and touched my own private parts, enjoying the stimulation before me. When I felt it was about time, I suddenly pushed open the back door. He froze, and because of the stimulation, he started to ejaculate right in front of me, with my stockings on his penis and another one in his hand.
I pretended to be very angry and asked him what he wanted. "I'm going to report this to the school and expel him!" He panicked when he heard this and didn't know what to do. After a period of silence, he begged me not to tell anyone, saying he would do anything I asked. I asked, "Okay, tell me why you want to do this?" He immediately told me everything about his feelings for me, his fantasies about girls' beautiful legs, and his interest in stockings. After he finished speaking, I waved the MP3 player in my hand and told him I had recorded it; this was the evidence! He immediately felt despair. I seized the opportunity and said, "As long as you listen to me from now on and don't tell anyone, you can do whatever I want!" He hurriedly agreed.
So I said, "Take off your pants and sit on the ground!" He wanted to object, but seeing my eyes, he had no choice but to comply. I said, "Since you like it so much, I'll reward you." I took off one shoe and gently placed my foot, clad in cute pink stockings, on his penis. He looked at me in surprise, and his penis quickly grew larger. My foot skillfully played with his lower body, and soon, lacking experience, he ejaculated again, my entire foot covered in semen. He hurriedly said, "I'm sorry!"
I told him I was going to punish him by forcing him to masturbate in front of me. But perhaps due to nervousness, he didn't ejaculate after half an hour. I grew impatient and grabbed his penis from behind, using all my techniques. Finally, after two minutes, he ejaculated. I felt it was enough, so I took off my stockings and gave them to him, ordering him to put them on his penis and not take them off even when he got home, except when showering.
After that, I would play with his penis for a while every day after school, and I had to see him ejaculate three times each time. However, I couldn't show him my lewd side, so I always used a footjob. This only showed that I liked to play with men, or perhaps I had some sadistic tendencies. He also seemed to gradually develop masochistic tendencies; the more intense I made him, the more excited he felt. Later, we gradually changed it to twice a day, mainly because he could last longer each time, and three times was too time-consuming. Meanwhile, every day I would make him put my stockings on his penis and take them home. Most nights before bed, he would do it again, then wash and dry them before returning them to me the next day. It was very exciting.
After graduation, when we met again, without the constraints of school, I told him that as a reward for his performance over the past two years, I could give him oral sex to make him feel good. He was incredibly moved. That day, he specially booked a hotel room, and we spent the whole afternoon there. His penis went in and out of my mouth, and I don't know how many times he ejaculated, which I swallowed. When it was time to leave, he told me he had always loved me. I clearly told him it was impossible and left. However, we still kept in touch on QQ afterwards. I know he never had a girlfriend, apparently because many girls couldn't understand his foot fetish.
During my first summer break from high school, my younger brother stayed with me for a month. He's 176cm tall, likes working out but is rather introverted. He's also quite handsome, and as a child, he'd said things like he wanted to marry me when he grew up. Although I'd always wanted to play with his penis, I knew that would only cause problems between relatives, so I couldn't be too obvious. Unlike my dad and me, where nobody knows behind closed doors. Besides, given my brother's personality, he wouldn't actively ask me to do fun things. So I came up with a plan. Every day during the day, I would deliberately play games that required exercise with him, or simply drag him running or swimming. This meant he had to shower. Each time I exercised, I wore sexy stockings. I would shower first, leaving my underwear and stockings in a very conspicuous place in the bathroom to entice him. After showering, I would dress very lightly, sometimes even without underwear, just wearing a t-shirt and walking around in front of him, making him unsure where to look. Then I would let him shower. The first two times were fine, but later I discovered he started masturbating with my underwear and stockings. However, he didn't dare ejaculate on them. A few days later, he went to take a shower as usual, but I had previously drawn the shower curtain, meaning he would have nowhere to hide if I went in. While he was halfway through his shower, I pretended to have a stomachache and asked him to open the door to use the toilet. He couldn't resist my persistent pleading and opened the door, but his lower body was wrapped in a towel, so the attempt failed. So I had to try another method. I deliberately forgot to bring my underwear and asked him to get it for me. I had specifically chosen a set of pink lace underwear to provoke this little virgin. When he knocked on the door to get it, I said I was drying my hair and asked him to come in and put it on the hanger.
But I hadn't closed the shower curtain! As soon as he came in, he saw my sexy figure and firm breasts, and his face immediately turned bright red. I deliberately said coquettishly, "What are you looking at, you little pervert!" He immediately left. At other times, I didn't wear underwear at all; not wearing underwear was inappropriate, so I had to let it go. Then I often deliberately exposed myself for him to see. I knew he needed to use my clothes to relieve himself several times a day in the toilet. Afterwards, I told my dad I wanted to play with my brother's penis and taste his semen. My dad agreed and bought me sleeping pills. One noon, I secretly added sleeping pills to my brother's lunch, and he fell asleep soon after. I twisted him hard, but he didn't react at all. So I pulled down his pants, took out his penis, and started stroking it. I put some lubricant on my hand and kept playing with my brother's penis. Soon, his penis stood erect, measuring about 15cm, which was okay. Then I started giving him oral sex until he ejaculated completely into my mouth, which tasted even fishier than my dad's semen. Then, before he woke up, I greedily did it again.
But I also wanted him to take the initiative, so that he would always remember his sister and completely fall into the vortex of sex. So I asked my dad to buy the kind of drug that can increase a man's libido, and added it to my brother's milk during breakfast. My dad went to work. He set up the video camera for me, planning to watch it when he came back that night. To further stimulate my younger brother's sexual desire and make him do something wrong, I deliberately wore a pink tight-fitting t-shirt that day, without a bra or underwear, just a white short skirt and pink fishnet stockings, looking extremely sexy. About an hour after breakfast, I noticed that my brother's penis was starting to get hard. My stepfather had already gone to work, and I started to plan how my brother would release his pent-up desires. I wouldn't take him out today, so he wouldn't have to shower. I didn't want him to release his desires on the clothes I had taken off. I came up with a good game for my brother and me to play. The rules were that one person would be blindfolded, and the other person would give them something. They would first try to identify it by touch with their feet, and if they couldn't guess it, they would use their hands, and if that didn't work, they would use their mouth. If they still couldn't guess it, they would lose. I originally wanted to suggest that the loser take off a piece of clothing, but I thought I shouldn't be too proactive to avoid arousing suspicion. I had to let my brother suggest it, but in the end, the little guy didn't have the courage. Finally, when it was my turn to guess, my feet, encased in pink fishnet stockings, touched a hot, hard penis. Even though I was blindfolded, I could imagine my brother's lewd posture. Having experience with footjobs with my father, my feet skillfully teased my brother's penis. He breathed heavily in pleasure. I pretended not to know what was happening, but continued to work hard with my feet.
My brother's penis finally gave out, and he said, "Try touching it with your hand," as he temporarily removed his feet. I knew he had ejaculated once. But because my brother was young and the aphrodisiac was still in effect, his penis hadn't gone completely soft. So I felt him move his whole body next to me, pulling my hand to his penis. I slowly stroked it with my hand. But because he was afraid of being exposed, he wouldn't let my hand touch his testicles, so I couldn't play with his genitals any further. However, using the pre-ejaculate from his urethra as lubrication, along with my soft hands, I soon felt him about to ejaculate again. My brother instinctively tried to pull back, but I held onto his penis. While saying, "I'm almost there," I quickened my pace, thrusting all the way in each time. Suddenly, his penis stiffened for a moment, then began to throb. Taking advantage of this, I leaned in. While saying, "Hands won't work, I'll try with my mouth," I took his still-erect penis into my mouth and sucked on it continuously. Feeling it was about time, I innocently asked, "Is it a rubber tube with water added?" Now, whenever I think about it, I can't help but laugh. After saying that, I started to take off my blindfold, and my brother quickly pulled his still-throbbing penis back into his pants. That's how the morning ended. But this was somewhat of my own doing.
After lunch, of course, I added aphrodisiacs to his food, and then I made an excuse to take a nap and went back to my room. However, I didn't close the door completely, leaving it ajar. Then, as I turned over in my "sleep," my sexy, underwear-free genitals were exposed. As expected, my brother came in after pretending to knock on the door. He brought his head close to my lower body, looking closely. Then he gently touched my labia with his hand. He didn't penetrate me. That wouldn't satisfy his penis. My brother stood at the foot of the bed, positioned right next to my small feet covered in stockings. He pressed his penis against my feet and gently rubbed it.
After a long while, my brother, emboldened, stood beside me. I knew from his smell and voice that his penis was right next to my face. My brother whispered, "Sister, you're so beautiful, so sexy, I love you so much," while masturbating in front of my beautiful face. Finally, this time he boldly ejaculated directly on my face. Now, I couldn't wake up now. My face felt covered in slippery semen. After a while, my brother brought a warm towel and wiped it off for me, quite gently. So I decided it was about time to get up. I pretended to be about to wake up, and my brother slipped out of my room. However, my brother didn't seem to have enough, so I deliberately said, "Go get me a glass of milk." I could see into the kitchen through my bedroom door, and sure enough, he agreed and ejaculated again into my glass, then mixed the semen with the milk. When he brought it to me, I was overjoyed. My brother finally knew how to defile the girl he liked. I drank every last drop of his semen and milk in front of him, even saying it tasted good.
For the last two days, my brother tried everything to get me to drink his semen a few more times, and each time I pretended to be oblivious and accepted it all. I even teased him, saying, "Am I pretty? Would you like me to be your wife?" Every time, my brother would blush. Later, I learned that since that summer, my brother had truly fallen in love with me and had lost interest in other girls. Once, I went to his house by chance, and when he wasn't there, I secretly read his diary. It was full of his longing and affection for me, as well as many sexual fantasies about me. I was so happy. Of course, after that, whenever he had the chance, he would find ways to get me to drink his semen or ejaculate on my clothes. Okay, that's enough about my brother's story for now.
I mentioned the college student I met on the bus earlier; we only hung out for a year before he graduated and went to another city. We lost touch. But what I didn't expect was that a group of middle school boys saw what we did on the bus. There were four of them. At first, I didn't know, but the outcome wasn't bad.
By then, the college student had been gone for a while. The four of them had probably observed for a long time and felt there wouldn't be any problems, so they started to act. One Saturday, although school wasn't in session, I usually went to the library. Actually, I'm a good student; I spend most of my time studying. At home, I sometimes think about sex, but I can concentrate well in the library. Okay, back to the previous topic. I took the bus to the library as usual. Traffic is always congested at this time, so I wasn't in a hurry. When I realized what was happening, I was surrounded by four middle school-aged boys. All four were quite good-looking, so I had a psychological advantage; I could let them play with me. One of them, facing me, said, "Um, sister…" I deliberately said, "What's up, handsome?" They immediately blushed. Now my psychological advantage was even more obvious.
However, it was my first time playing with so many people, and I felt a little excited and my heart was racing. I continued to provoke them further: "So, what's the matter with you hitting on me?" After they stammered for a while, I realized they had seen me playing with the college student in the bus. So I pretended not to know and asked, "What game?" They hesitated for a while before finally saying, "It's that one where you play with a penis..." So I asked directly, "You guys want to play too?" All four of them fell silent. I deliberately said, "Oh, you don't want to play? Never mind then, I was actually thinking of playing." Hearing this, they quickly said, "No, no, we want to play, but we don't know how to say it, this..." I laughed so hard watching the four big boys blush. So I said, "Just imitate whatever you see, don't be too nervous." (I know that if you're nervous, you won't get an erection, and that won't be fun.) So the four of them slowly started to move. I felt that men might have psychological barriers to playing sex games in front of others, but they were too shy to approach me alone, so I took the initiative. I reached down to the crotch of the boy in front of me, touched the zipper on his jeans, and unzipped it. He seemed very restrained, but his eyes revealed a look of desire. I tried to pull out his penis, but partly because of his pants and partly because he was already fully erect, it took me a long time to get it out.
I stroked it up and down with my hand, rubbing the glans against my skirt. The other three finally let go and pulled out their penises. The one behind me pressed his penis against my buttocks and rubbed it hard, while the two on either side pressed against my body. One of them boldly pulled my other hand and placed it on his penis. I smiled slightly at him, and he blushed.
Being pressed so tightly against me actually gave me a kind of pleasure. But being inexperienced, they soon ejaculated, all over my skirt. I was wearing a blue midi skirt that day, so it was quite noticeable. One of the boys was more attentive and quickly took out a napkin to wipe me. The others saw this and quickly followed suit, and although the marks were still visible, it was much better. Afterwards, perhaps feeling guilty, they decided to get off the bus. Before I got off the bus, the more attentive boy leaned close to my ear and said, "I'm sorry, thank you." I was quite touched, and suddenly felt obligated to help those boys who couldn't find a place to ejaculate, to give them a pleasant memory of their adolescence. I offered my body to them.
After that, until I went to university, I would occasionally run into them on the bus. It wasn't always the four of them together, but we always had a good time. They even invited me to their homes, but I declined. I wouldn't be raped on the bus, but going to their homes was a different story. I also told them I was still a virgin, which surprised them. So I explained my thinking to them, telling them I didn't mind having sex with guys, except for intercourse related to virginity. I didn't mind anything else, since it wasn't considered intercourse, and I would still retain my chastity. Furthermore, my future partner would be a woman like me; I was lesbian. I could have some fun with guys, but I couldn't lose something important. Some understood, some didn't, and some thought I was pretending to be innocent, but I didn't care. I also enjoy seeing boys ejaculate because of me, yet simultaneously suffer and go crazy because they can't actually have my body; that gives me a great sense of accomplishment.
The college entrance exam went smoothly, and I was admitted to a good key university. Having grown up in a family of doctors, I studied biology, a related field. My dad and I planned to celebrate. When he asked how we wanted to celebrate, I told him I wanted to take a bath with his semen. But we both knew that one person ejaculating wasn't enough; we needed to find someone else. My dad didn't know what to do, so I said I had a few friends who could help. Upon hearing this, my dad's face immediately changed, and he asked what was going on.
So I told him about what happened with the teacher and in the car. I also told him I hadn't lost my virginity; it was just for fun. My dad was still very suspicious. I had no choice but to take off the only thing I was wearing—pink lace pantyhose—spread my legs on the sofa, and use my hands to part my labia, saying, "Dad, can you check?" My dad carefully checked, and indeed, my hymen was intact. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. My hands itched from his touch, and seeing my father's equally erect penis, an idea suddenly popped into my head. I said, "How about Dad, you put your penis in a little more? Ejaculate outside my hymen, that way you'll have all of me, how about that?" Dad thought for a moment, then walked towards me with his penis. He said to blow on me first.
So I masturbated while giving Dad oral sex. When it was almost time, Dad pulled out his penis, put my legs on his shoulders, guided his penis to my tender opening, and gently inserted it. When we felt it reach my hymen, he stopped and then thrust in and out shallowly. My labia felt so good from the friction, and my juices flowed out in large quantities. Soon I reached orgasm, and Dad ejaculated at that moment, his semen flowing from my vagina. Dad immediately grabbed his camera, and I posed for some nice souvenirs. So Dad and I planned a semen bath feast together. Dad
pretended to be an office worker I knew, so as not to be gossiped about and to prevent them from raping me. We had booked a hotel room beforehand. I told my English teacher I wanted to take a shower with semen and asked if he would help me, adding that I knew a few students who could come along. He hesitated for a while, as he wasn't used to doing this in front of others, but ultimately succumbed to the temptation and agreed. Then I found the four middle school students; they were also used to playing together in front of others, so they readily agreed. I felt it might still not be enough, but I couldn't find anyone else, so my first thought was to buy aphrodisiacs. My dad, of course, didn't need to take them; he needed to stay rational, and his health was important. As for the others, I discussed it with my dad, and we decided to use three times the dosage. Everything was arranged, and a wonderful night was about to begin.
It was a Saturday afternoon at 6 pm, and everyone met in the hotel room. At first, everyone seemed a little awkward, but they gradually started chatting. To tease them, I deliberately asked them to talk about how each of them started this kind of sex partner relationship with me. At first, everyone was silent, but after I forced the English teacher to start, everyone gradually opened up, and my dad even made up a story. My dad and I had secretly added three times the usual dose of aphrodisiac to their drinks.
So I said, "Let's begin. Everyone take off your clothes and see whose penis is the biggest. The biggest one gets to ejaculate in my mouth first." Hearing this, the men were all eager to try. Of course, I knew my dad's was the biggest. The English teacher and a middle school student were tied for last place, which embarrassed him. I slowly started taking off my clothes, leaving only a pair of black lace fishnet stockings to arouse their lust. Then we went to the bathroom. I got into the bathtub and sat on a specially prepared stool, so my face was about the same height as their penises. I started taking my dad's penis in my mouth, and then masturbated one in each hand. Then I gestured to the other three that I had put my underwear and socks that I had changed out of that week in a basin. They could use them to play with their penises if they wanted, or they could wrap themselves around me, it was up to them. Sure enough, the English teacher immediately took out my stockings and wrapped them around his penis, while a middle school student used my panties and bra. Another one came up behind me and rubbed his penis against my head, neck, and back. I told them to let me know before I came, and I would decide where to come.
Although Dad was the most intensely stimulated, he was also the most experienced, so he wasn't the first to ejaculate. The first was a middle school student who said, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum." So I spat out Dad's penis from my mouth and faced him, aiming his glans at my chest. A powerful stream of semen shot straight onto my chest. After he finished, I immediately smeared it with my hand, making sure as much skin as possible came into contact with the semen. Then I said to him, "Good, keep it up." After that, I continued to suck Dad's penis. Finally, Dad ejaculated in my mouth. I rinsed my mouth with Dad's semen, then spat it out and held it in my hand, using it to wash my genitals in front of everyone. The others' lust intensified upon seeing this. I turned around and gave the person behind me oral sex, while the person who had been masturbating earlier ejaculated on my face. I continued to suck and spit out his penis while smearing the semen evenly on my face with my hand. Then the person who had been giving me oral sex was about to ejaculate, so I made him ejaculate on my back and smear it on me. The English teacher deliberately held back, lasting the longest, I think to save face, even though no one else was paying attention, they were all busy having sex with me. Afterwards, I used my hands and mouth, occasionally giving them a footjob so their semen would shoot onto my feet and legs. They, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, fought fiercely, my body, face, and hair were covered in semen. I didn't even have time to wipe it off with my hands; it was so stimulating. Seeing so many penises surrounding me felt incredibly exciting.
Finally, after three hours, everyone except my father had ejaculated about eight times, and everyone was at their limit. I was covered in semen from head to toe. Seeing their penises finally soften, I made them surround me and urinate on me. It was like rinsing off after showering. They also found it stimulating, especially since I had kept reminding those resting to drink water, and everyone felt they needed to urinate. So, all five of them together, hot urine poured down from my head, covering my entire body. I opened my mouth wide and took a sip; it didn't have a strong odor. How exciting! Afterwards, everyone took showers, and seeing that it was almost 11 o'clock, we all went home. My dad and I stayed the last night, and also put away the camera we had set up in the bathroom beforehand. The footage we recorded could be kept as a souvenir.
Finally, university life began. The dormitory conditions were not bad, a four-person room with bunk beds, cabinets and desks underneath, and a balcony, on the second floor. Later, I also found a girl who liked stockings as much as I did to be my lover. But this is about me playing with boys, so I won't talk about my relationship.
University life is depressing for boys, especially those who can't find girlfriends. So many people with nowhere to release their desires start to engage in all sorts of lewd behavior, which also enriched my life. Someone posted on the school forum that a boy was seen exposing his penis to a girl in a certain teaching building. So I started going to that building to study, hoping to bump into him by chance. The location of the men's toilets in the school is poorly designed; the door that is never closed faces the corridor, and the urinals are completely visible. Of course, the boys hide in the stalls to relieve themselves, so it's usually not a big deal. Once, as I was walking down the corridor, I vaguely saw a boy go into a stall, but I didn't pay much attention. Just before the corner near the men's restroom, he suddenly came out of a stall, deliberately facing me and stroking his erect penis! I knew I'd run into the exhibitionist. I was happy, and although I pretended to leave casually, I remembered his face.
After about a month of observation, I basically figured out his routine. To prevent him from negatively influencing other female students, I decided to lure him into ejaculating on me. He frequently sexually harassed girls reading or making phone calls in the stairwell of the central teaching building, mainly by pretending to walk past them or go down the stairs, ejaculating on them from behind. This mostly happened on Saturdays and Sundays between 9 and 10 pm and other afternoons. However, it seemed he only ejaculated once a day. So every Saturday and Sunday, I would go there and wait, always wearing a short skirt and provocative stockings. Of course, to avoid being recognized, I would go to the teaching building first and then change my stockings in the restroom. Then I stood by the window in the stairwell, facing out the window, pretending to read a book or make a phone call. I slightly raised my buttocks so that from behind, my underwear could be seen under my short skirt, along with black or red sexy stockings, to arouse his lust.
Sure enough, he took the bait the first time I did this. I heard him come downstairs, and then he went up and down a few more times. I deliberately raised my plump buttocks even more. Finally, I felt a warm flow in my thighs and calves; he ejaculated. I watched him pass by me, one hand still on his crotch. I memorized his face again as he turned the corner of the stairs. I took off my stockings and found him still lingering in the stairwell, so I placed the semen-stained stockings on the windowsill and left. I believed he wouldn't miss this gift.
Later, I discovered that if I sat on the stairs, he would ejaculate on my back. So, whenever I wanted him to do this, I always wore a coat so I could cover myself after he ejaculated. After some time, he started ejaculating on my head. Each time, I pretended to be checking the ceiling for dripping water, giving him an excuse to come back another time. And when I learned that there were no more reports of girls being harassed on the forum, I felt happy. He was finally slowly becoming addicted to simply releasing his pent-up desires on me, which meant I could control him.
It wasn't just the hallway that had these interesting incidents; something noteworthy also happened in the classroom. One summer morning, I was studying alone in Building 2, working on a paper, when he appeared. He probably checked every classroom and, finding this opportunity, switched to mine. I wondered what he would do in this situation, so after a while, I lay down and pretended to sleep, but all my attention was focused on him. I felt him sitting diagonally behind me, starting to masturbate in front of me. After a while, perhaps feeling he was done, he stood up, walked past me, and went outside the classroom to check if anyone else was there. Afterwards, he returned to his seat, but instead of sitting down, he slowly moved closer to me until he was right next to me. Even with my eyes buried in my arms, I could see his feet. He ejaculated behind me for about half a minute. Because it was summer, I was wearing a green silk top, so the semen was very noticeable.
I thought it was over, but no sooner had he left than a boy studying came in and sat right behind me! Now he could see all the semen on my back. He kindly pointed out that there was water on my back, but I think he was just too embarrassed to say it directly. I pretended to thank him and went to the restroom to clean it up. Also,
in the library, I noticed him pretending to walk past girls standing and reading near the bookshelves, ejaculating on their genitals. Sometimes he would even expose his penis to girls across the bookshelves. Since I often studied in the library, whenever I saw him go deeper into the bookshelves, I would follow him, find a secluded spot, and squat down to pick out books. He never disappointed me. Perhaps he was used to me in the stairwell, because he wasn't as careful as he was with other girls. He would either masturbate in front of me through the bookshelf or ejaculate as he passed behind me. Then I would clean up his tracks by myself.
Gradually, he became more and more brazen in front of me. He would often masturbate in front of me while I was in the stairwell, sometimes with the stockings I had left behind on him still on! I would usually pretend not to care and walk past him, then find a place to wait for him to come up and ejaculate. Finally, one day, he didn't approach me from behind as before. Instead, he came upstairs from below and pulled out his penis, masturbating right in front of me! Before I could react, a stream of hot semen shot onto my face!
He seemed to have something to say and didn't leave as he had before. After a while, he said, "Can you play with me? I mean, actually, I'm against men playing with women. I hope you can play with me, treat me like a toy. Is that okay?" This was the first time I'd heard such a theory, but I thought it sounded good. In front of him, I ate the semen he'd ejaculated on my face and told him I could, but he had to be loyal to only me and not do this to other girls. He agreed, and in fact, he kept his promise until I graduated.
I gave him my phone number and class schedule, telling him to text me if he needed anything else, and I'd tell him where I was so he could come find me and I could help him release his pent-up desires. I also stipulated that he had to wear my stockings with his penis and testicles on them every day. Every night I'd give him the stockings I'd worn, he'd wear them the next day, wash them, and then return them to me. The first week was heavenly; he came to see me three times a day. Because it was school, we mostly just did oral sex; we did it in the stairwell, study rooms, and library. He often bought me delicious food, but he also frequently ejaculated on it and made me eat it, though I didn't mind. He especially loved my stockinged legs, always smelling and licking them, and he liked to ejaculate in my shoes, saying it would keep my feet healthy.
University life offered me a lot of free time, and I planned to find a job, mainly to gain social experience. Like many university students, I found a job tutoring English. While reviewing job postings, I intentionally chose tutoring positions for high school boys whose homes were far from the school. After selecting a tutor and contacting an agency, I finalized a deal, and we met for the first time in early April.
After a couple of lessons, I noticed the high school student was the type often called a "nerd"—someone who loves anime and games, and naturally, these kinds of people don't attract many girls. Although he was quite fair-skinned, he spent all his time at home outside of school, with little social activity, spending his time playing games and using the computer alone. When I visited his room, I noticed many posters and models of anime girls. Paying attention to the captions, I searched online and found many were related to pornographic games. Looks like something interesting.
To understand what this kind of boy watches, I downloaded a pornographic game—I forget the name. I found it quite enjoyable, as I'm attracted to girls, and it satisfied my sexual fantasies about women. Later, my wife and I also downloaded lesbian-themed games and simulated sex. Okay, back to the topic. During one tutoring session, I decided to dress similarly to a character from one of these games to see his reaction. I chose a character whose attire was similar to that of an ordinary person. I styled my long black hair into two ponytails, wore a red t-shirt, a black skirt, black mid-calf stockings, and black leather shoes. I thought I looked quite convincing, and then I went to his house.
His dad often works overtime on Saturdays, so when I arrived at 1 p.m., he was the only one home. Sure enough, when he saw my outfit, his eyes lit up, but he managed to suppress it rationally. The room was air-conditioned, and the temperature was comfortable. He was only wearing thin trousers, so when his penis became erect because of me, it was very noticeable. I pretended not to notice and started lecturing as usual. He seemed distracted, so I deliberately asked, "What's wrong? Is there something you need to do? You don't seem to want to study today?" He lied and said he slept too late the night before and was too tired. I said, "So what do you do at night?" He said, "Play games." I pretended to be interested and asked what kind of games, since my sister wanted to play too. I knew what kind of games he was referring to from his excuses. Two hours passed, and I finished today's lesson. I decided to tease him a little more.
I casually asked him about his father's weekend work schedule. He told me his father was an architect, very busy, and sometimes he wouldn't be home for a week when there were projects. He wouldn't be back until evening either. So I said, "I'm a little tired, can I sleep here for a while before going back?" He happily agreed, and I knew he had some wicked thoughts.
So I pretended to fall asleep on the table. After a while, I heard him quietly call my name from behind. When there was no response, he moved closer. I continued to wait. Seeing that I was really asleep, he crawled under the table. I had deliberately spread my legs before, so now my skirt was completely exposed. To provoke him, I was wearing a pink see-through panty today, so he could see my vulva directly. Sure enough, his breathing became heavy. After a while, I heard the sound of a digital camera. They were taking pictures of my private parts! I became even more excited. After taking a few more pictures, he crawled out from under the table, walked over to me, and gently touched me. Seeing I didn't react, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Because his face was buried, I couldn't see his penis; I could only tell he was behind me on my right side by his feet. This scene reminded me of that time in college. "Good bro, cum."
After a while, he ejaculated, but not on me; he ejaculated on his hand. I woke up at the opportune moment when he went to wash his hands. "That's enough for today," I thought
, and went home. Soon after, it was time for tutoring again. This time, I wore a low-cut white bodysuit and deliberately didn't wear a bra, just to give him another strong impact. When I got to his house and took off my coat, my firm nipples and cleavage were clearly visible. Sure enough, his gaze never left my breasts. During tutoring, I deliberately sat next to him, rubbing my breasts against his arm. After a while, he couldn't take it anymore, and his breathing became noticeably rapid. A while later, I deliberately knocked over my water glass, spilling water on my chest, making my clothes transparent, but I still pressed myself against him while lecturing.
Seeing that the time was right, I deliberately knocked my pen under the table and bent down to pick it up. I was wearing a very short skirt that day and no underwear. Before bending over, I slightly pulled up my skirt, completely exposing my genitals to him! He immediately lost control, grabbing me from behind and pressing his face against my genitals, saying, "Sister, I like you so much, I can't take it anymore!" I deliberately asked, "What can't you take it anymore?" He started rambling incoherently: "Sister, you're so sexy! I've seen your breasts, your private parts, I can't take it anymore, I want to make love to you!" I pretended not to hear him clearly: "What do you want to do?" He said, "Well, I want to make love to you." "Are you still a child?" He immediately said, "No, no, I'm already an adult." I laughed and said, "How are you an adult? Let me see."
He stammered for a while, then suddenly pulled down his pants. To my surprise, his penis was very large, already proudly erect. I roughly estimated it to be about 18cm, and I immediately became excited. I had never played with such a big penis before.
I reached out and grabbed his already erect penis, saying, "What do you want to do with me? Sister has someone she likes, so I can't let you penetrate me." He was at a loss, and I took the opportunity to say, "But other things are okay!" Before he could react, I kissed below his glans, and his glans immediately turned red, and his penis became even thicker. I asked, "How would you like me to help you?" He wanted me to give him oral sex, which was exactly what I wanted. I used all my skills, and in less than five minutes he ejaculated into my mouth, which I swallowed entirely. His semen was rather thin, perhaps because he masturbates frequently. After the oral sex, he wanted to do it again. I knew that these boys, because it was their first sexual experience, would be especially excited and could ejaculate several times in a row. So I asked him how he wanted to do it this time. He still had a sliver of hope and asked if I could have sex with him. I firmly refused again and suggested that I give him a breastjob instead, which he reluctantly agreed to. I took off my tight-fitting clothes, grasped his penis, and placed it between my breasts, massaging it like the AV actresses I had watched before, occasionally rubbing it against my nipples. Soon after, he ejaculated again, this time onto my chest. I slowly spread his semen on my breasts; it was so stimulating.
Afterward, he wanted more, so I decided to do this. I told him he could use his semen to cover my entire body instead of having sex, and he found it intriguing and agreed. So we worked together, and he ejaculated on my face, back, abdomen, thighs, calves, and feet. The last time, on my stockinged feet, his penis only felt pain. But at least it fulfilled his long-held wish, and I was happy to have done so.
When I left, I asked him, "Do you think I'm a slutty woman?" He said no. I said, "Then I'll reward you. As long as you listen to me, I can play with you every time." So, for a year and a half of university, I had a toy every weekend. He even ordered anime character costumes for me, so I could wear them while playing with him, which was always very exciting.
My professional studies have given me a deeper understanding of the male and female bodies. Through reading various books and online resources, I also learned that besides nocturnal emission and active ejaculation, men can also ejaculate through a process called seminal emission, which is also a form of seminal emission, but occurs while the person is conscious. I wanted to experience this myself. However, this presented a problem. I couldn't approach someone I knew well; they were already familiar with my body, and mere teasing wouldn't be enough to induce ejaculation. Unfamiliar people were also unsuitable; I didn't know what they might do, and if they didn't cooperate, they might masturbate, which would defeat the purpose. Therefore, I spent a considerable amount of time choosing a candidate.
Finally, I decided to select a very timid boy, who, of course, had to be very handsome—that would meet my criteria. I knew that actively seeking such a person was unlikely; it was a matter of luck. So, I simply kept an eye out for potential partners without actively pursuing them. However, the opportunity eventually presented itself. At a friend's birthday party, my target appeared. He was from my friend's forum. Because it was a group activity on the forum, the participants weren't very familiar with each other, which didn't pose any problem for me. He was fairly good-looking, and I later learned he had mild autism and was usually alone. He was exactly my type, and I was determined to make him ejaculate buckets for me.
So, I casually sat next to him at dinner, chatted for a bit, exchanged contact information, and that was our first encounter. After that, we chatted online. I discovered that although he was rather withdrawn in real life, he was very active online and said almost anything, which made things easier. I slowly steered the conversation towards feelings, and after a few more chats, the topic turned to sex. He said he knew about all sorts of sexual techniques, and I pretended to be curious and asked him what they were. He listed a whole bunch, mostly from AVs, but AVs don't have something called "nocturnal emission," so I asked, "Do you know there's a method of ejaculation called nocturnal emission?" Sure enough, he didn't know. After I explained, he said it worked, but he didn't believe me. So I asked, "Want to try it?" He said, "How?" I said, "Only you can try it. I'll figure out a way to excite you, how about that?" He thought I was joking and agreed. So I told him to meet me at a hotel not far from the school this Saturday. In fact, until we met, he thought I was joking.
That day finally arrived. I had a lot of sexy stockings and lingerie in my bag. We met at the hotel entrance. He thought I had something else to talk to him about and was going somewhere else. When I actually took him to the room, he started to panic.
I told him it was just to test the possibility of nocturnal emission, and if he performed well, I could provide some extra services. He finally agreed. So, to be on the safe side, the main thing was to prevent him from masturbating. Because I knew that when the sex drive is very high, even a quick stroke or two could cause ejaculation, and once you've ejaculated, it's very difficult to have a nocturnal emission again. So I used stockings to tie him naked to the bed, leaving only his erect penis free to move. So I started taking off my clothes, down to just my stockings.
I started saying suggestive things and asked him what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to let him see my genitals, so I straddled his chest, my genitals facing his face, and parted my labia myself. He watched, his breathing becoming heavier, and I noticed his penis was even more engorged. Later, he wanted me to masturbate in front of him. I kept touching myself in front of him, teasing him, and constantly changing the sexy lingerie and stockings I'd brought. Finally, after more than an hour of effort, with a cry of "I'm going to cum," his penis, which I hadn't touched before, began to throb and ejaculate. The experiment was a success!
I deliberately licked his semen and then started getting dressed. I didn't let him loose, because I was afraid he wouldn't be fully recovered from his teasing and would rape me, which would be a loss for me. After I was dressed, I poured some water. We both rested for a while and calmed down. Then I told him I was happy the experiment was a success and asked him what reward he wanted. He said it didn't matter, but he hoped I could give him some used underwear, stockings, etc., so I gave him everything I had brought. Even so, he was still tied to the bed, and I gave him oral sex again before I felt safe enough to untie him.
After he finished tidying up, I suddenly had a whimsical idea and asked him if he wanted the hotel staff to see his penis, to see him ejaculate while I lay on the bed, just for the thrill? He said yes. So I told him my plan. I called the front desk and ordered some food to be delivered. Then I unlocked the door. I lay down on the side closest to the door, with his legs spread apart, his knees on either side of my body, so his penis was right in front of me. I gave him oral sex until he could ejaculate anytime. Soon after, there was a knock on the door, and a sweet female voice told us the food had been delivered. I said the door was open, please come in, and then quickly started stroking his penis. The waitress walked in and immediately saw this unsightly scene, and panicked. Taking advantage of this moment, he ejaculated all over my face right in front of the waitress.
The waitress was startled, so I quickly got up and took the tray from her, gesturing for him to go to the restroom while comforting her. The waitress was a migrant worker from the countryside, and her thinking wasn't so open-minded. It took me a while to calm her down. But it was really exciting. It was also my first time playing sex games with a man in front of another girl, so it was a pretty good experience for me.
After the ejaculation experiment, the boy and I didn't have any further interaction; after all, it was just a game.
Throughout my university life, I never lacked opportunities to play with men, basically letting them ejaculate several times a week. Of course, when I went home for holidays, it was my father's sex paradise. During the day, I sometimes played around with my high school teachers. I also sometimes went out with the boys I met on the bus and some of their friends, mainly for sex games. But what I'm very proud of is that compared to those promiscuous female classmates in university who lost their virginity early, I'm still a virgin. I can say I'm many times purer than those people.
After graduation, because of my decent grades, I went abroad to study and lived with my mother. I have no interest in white, black, or any other race, and there aren't any good Asian male targets at my new school, so my story is temporarily over. However, I have a new girlfriend now, and I'm just as happy.
I'm a girl who likes wearing stockings, and seeing so many men who like stockings and beautiful legs, I wanted to share my story with everyone. Maybe after reading this, you'll think I'm a promiscuous woman, but I don't care. I'm still a virgin. I like girls, and I want to find a girl who likes stockings to be my partner. As for men, I just like playing with their penises and watching them ejaculate because of me gives me a feeling similar to successfully playing a prank, which makes me very happy.
You might think my descriptions of sex in the article are too simple, but after all, I'm not writing a novel, just recounting my own story. It's impossible to specifically recall and describe the details; the main point is to write my story, and you can imagine the specific details yourself.
My mother went abroad to develop her career when I was in elementary school, only returning for a short period each year. My father is a doctor, with a good personality and a devoted heart, so there was no risk of our family breaking up. This created a wonderful living environment for me. I have my own room, which is beautifully decorated. My mother always brings me back lots of pretty clothes from abroad, especially stockings. So, I've loved the feel of stockings against my skin since I was little.
When I was in kindergarten, the boys' and girls' toilets weren't separated. So when I went to the toilet, I often saw boys using it too. I was always bothered by the difference between their genitals and mine. But when there were many people around, I didn't dare to ask. One time, it was my turn to clean with a boy. After school in the afternoon, the teacher had something to do and told us to clean up on our own. There was no one else around. I saw him go to the toilet and followed him. When he started urinating, I stood next to him watching, and he seemed a little shy. I asked if I could touch it. He said yes. So I waited until he finished urinating and then touched his penis. I felt that his penis had gotten a little hard. It was quite fun. But that was all at the time. Later, in elementary school, the boys' and girls' toilets were separated, and I didn't dare to go to the boys' toilet. So I didn't really have any practical experience with sex in elementary school. But computers started to come around then, and my parents bought one for our home. Our generation is naturally good at using computers, and soon, although my dad didn't know, I had found a lot of pornographic websites. But I still loved studying in elementary school and got into a good middle school.
My sexual happiness began by chance, in the second year of junior high school. One day during PE class, I sprained my arm. That evening, I asked my dad to help me take a bath. He didn't seem to mind. Since it was summer, he was only wearing beach shorts, shirtless, as he bathed me. While washing me, he naturally applied shower gel, which gave him the opportunity to fondle my already developing breasts. I also asked him to wash my lower body, and after a while, I noticed a bulge in his shorts. I asked, "Dad, what's in your pants?" He smiled awkwardly and said nothing. I persisted, telling him I could see. He absolutely refused. I cried and fussed. Finally, he gave in and told me, "You can't tell anyone!" I agreed. Then he took off his pants. I saw an erect penis for the first time. He told me some things about male sex. I asked him, "Can I touch it?" He initially disagreed, but I knew that seeing my beautiful naked body, he couldn't possibly be completely uninterested. Finally, he agreed.
I reached out and grasped my father's penis, slowly stroking it up and down. My father took a deep breath, seemingly enjoying it. But after a short while, he regained his senses and rationally said it was okay. Of course, I didn't want to let go of this hard-won opportunity, so I vigorously rubbed my father's penis. I heard him say he couldn't take it anymore, and at the same time, his body suddenly recoiled. I clearly saw a stream of white liquid spurt from my father's glans, splashing onto my face and body. It was my first time experiencing a man's semen, and I noticed a faint fishy smell, but I didn't dislike it. My father kept apologizing. He quickly put on his pants, helped me shower, dry me off, and get dressed. In the following days, my father was always very embarrassed when facing me.
I didn't want things to continue like this. So I used the family computer to search for a lot of information about sex online. The more I read, the more I found men's penises really interesting. However, I also began to discover that I was a lesbian. Of course, this self-narration mainly focuses on how to manipulate men, so I won't write about my girlfriend. As my understanding of sex deepened, I realized why my stockings sometimes had white spots – they were traces of my father's semen left on them from masturbation. I observed my father discreetly for a while. I discovered that he would often masturbate with my stockings and underwear while showering after I showered. This excited me greatly. Every night, I would constantly think about these lewd images and my father's penis. However, I didn't know how to masturbate at that time. Finally, one night, after my father finished showering, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and took my stockings out before he put his clothes in the washing machine. Sure enough, there were still traces and smells of semen on them. I went to the living room, where my father was. When he saw what I was holding, he shuddered. I got straight to the point.
Finally, my father admitted that he had been using my clothes to fantasize about my body to masturbate, releasing his unfulfilled desires. I gently told him that I understood him. He apologized many times. I told him not to feel guilty, that it was a normal phenomenon for men. Then I asked, "Can I comfort your desires instead of Mommy's?" Daddy was shocked and immediately objected.
I knew that Mommy could go out without worry because Daddy was a principled person and wouldn't do anything reckless. I liked that about him. So I told him that I had a strong sexual curiosity and, if possible, I wanted to learn about sex while engaging in sexual games. If I couldn't find a suitable outlet, I might play with other boys. Daddy panicked and didn't know what to do. So I said, "How about this? I'll help you ejaculate every day, and you let me play with your penis and teach me about sex, okay?" I told him I had boundaries and wouldn't agree to him taking my virginity; we could use my hand or other methods. I also hoped Daddy could guide me. Finally, Daddy agreed to try it temporarily.
I was so happy and said, "Let's do it now!" Besides, Daddy's penis was already erect, waiting for me. That night, it was my first time giving oral sex. Because I said I wanted to try something different, Daddy had to teach me oral sex. Although I'd seen it online before, I still found it quite fun. I felt so excited when my dad's penis went in and out of my mouth. After a while, I spat out his penis and asked, "Can you ejaculate in my mouth this time? I want to taste the semen." My dad hugged me tightly and said, "I love you so much, my good daughter. I'll do whatever you want." So I took his penis in my mouth again and started stroking it. Finally, I felt the glans swell again, and then a slippery, slightly salty liquid entered my mouth. I spat out his penis, smacked my lips, and swallowed the semen in front of my dad. Although it didn't taste good, for some reason, I didn't dislike it at all.
For the next week, my dad and I kept changing methods. Every morning, my dad wanted me to help him ejaculate before he got up for work. He also gave me the websites on his computer. In my free time, I browsed all sorts of pornographic websites and downloaded some AVs to watch. I envy those AV actresses; they can play with so many men and make so many men ejaculate because of them. At night, I couldn't wait to play with my dad's penis again, trying all sorts of sexual things.
A week later, I talked to my dad again. He abandoned his previous boundaries and agreed to guide me in sexual matters. I told him that as long as it wasn't penetrated into my vagina and didn't involve SM that would harm my body, I was willing to try anything else. At the same time, my dad and I decided to basically not wear clothes at home. I only wore pantyhose or stockings, which was what my dad wanted. He told me he was a foot fetishist and a stocking fetishist, having grown up with the caresses of women's stockings. Also, whenever we had a good idea, we would record it on a video camera to keep as a memento.
During this time, I slept in the same bed as my dad. Every morning, he would wait for me to suck his penis and ejaculate in my mouth before getting up, and then urinate in my mouth. He also drank the urine I had stored up overnight with his mouth against my genitals. I realized this was a way for men to declare their possession of women. After breakfast, we went to work or school. When I came home in the evening, I couldn't wait to take off all my clothes, leaving only my stockings. When Dad came home, he took off all his clothes, his big penis dangling in front of me. After we finished eating, when I went to wash the dishes, Dad would usually rub his penis against my stockinged buttocks or thighs from behind, massaging my breasts and clitoris. Then we would shower together. He would massage my breasts and face with his penis, and I would help him wash his genitals. Sometimes Dad couldn't help but ejaculate, and I would use the semen to wash my hair. Dad would also use his hands or mouth to help me achieve a more pleasurable feeling. Then we would go back to our rooms. I would do my homework, and Dad would do other things. Then we would cuddle and sleep, and Dad would put his penis between my legs or put on my stockings that I had taken off. Every weekend, Dad would always make me wear sexy stockings and give him a fuck, and then he would ejaculate on my legs. We also watched porn together and learned all sorts of positions. So at that time, apart from me still being a virgin, my body had been defiled by penises and semen.
On the night of my first day of high school, my dad and I tried anal sex. We soaked together in the bathroom for a while to relax. Then my dad applied Vaseline to his penis and slowly put some inside my anus with his finger. I held onto the windowsill, and my dad slowly inserted his penis into my rectum from behind. It hurt so much! But I endured it desperately in order to accomplish various sexual techniques. Unlike in novels, there was no orgasm; for more than 10 minutes, I only felt pain. However, my dad said it was indeed very tight, and he ejaculated inside my rectum, which was what I requested. In this way, my dad possessed every part of my body except my vagina. I will save my vagina for the girls I like in stockings in the future. This was also my only experience with anal sex, because I know that anal sex is very bad for a woman's body, so I will never do it again. This was just an experiment to accomplish various sexual techniques.
After that, I went to high school, and my body was fully developed. Looking at my mature and perfect body with all its sexual characteristics, I was overjoyed. I wanted to become a beauty who could manipulate men, making them lose their minds and die from exhaustion because of me (hehe, that's a bit of an exaggeration). That would be truly satisfying! Of course, I wasn't content with just playing with my dad. I wanted to play with more penises. So, my target naturally shifted to the boys and teachers at school. Luckily, before that, I discovered my pleasure on the bus.
I took the bus to and from school, always during rush hour. I was always squeezed into the crowd. But gradually, perhaps people's thoughts became less innocent, and there were men on the bus who would grope women. Actually, I hoped to encounter such a person. Of course, there are many novels depicting such scenes. Every time I read one, I fantasized about having such a good thing happen to me. So, I insisted on not wearing underwear to school, only flesh-colored pantyhose. My skirt couldn't be too short because I had to consider the school; I usually wore a knee-length skirt. But I still preferred sneakers; they were comfortable to walk in and didn't easily cause calluses. I wanted to protect my beautiful feet.
After waiting for over a month, this wonderful thing finally happened. One day on my way to school, as usual, I squeezed into the group of younger, handsome men on the bus and waited patiently. Suddenly, I felt someone touch my buttocks. I was secretly pleased, but pretended not to notice, though I glanced over. Thankfully, it was a rather handsome college student-looking boy. Although I don't mind helping men ejaculate, I still hoped he was good-looking. I had no interest in ugly ones; it's more satisfying to see a handsome guy fall. So I decided to give him a little encouragement. Taking advantage of the bus braking, I deliberately pressed my buttocks against his lower body. Sure enough, I felt he was already hard. I was so happy; it was also a confirmation of my own charm. Soon, his hand started touching my buttocks again, and I wiggled while actually matching his movements. He probably noticed and began to move more confidently to the next step. He slowly lifted my skirt and touched my pantyhose. I could feel his surprise and delight. Then, when he realized I wasn't wearing underwear, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and I felt him pull out his penis and press it against my leg.
Although I wanted to guide him a little, I decided to let him have his way for now. Finally, he inserted his penis between my legs, and then one hand reached under my clothes and began to knead my breasts. It was so stimulating. I felt a heat in my lower body, and my breasts were being stimulated; it felt so good. After a while, I felt his penis throbbing in my genitals, and at the same time, I felt my pantyhose getting wet. I knew he had ejaculated. After he finished cleaning up, I turned around and whispered in his ear, "It felt good, didn't it? It's okay, I'm glad I helped you ejaculate." Then I got off at my stop, and he followed me. I knew he wanted to take things further. I clearly told him that there was no possibility of the relationship he desired. However, I wouldn't object if it was just for fun on the train. He was very happy to hear that.
For a long time afterward, he made sure to take the same train as me. We came up with an easy method. During that time, I wore skirts with zippers in the back. Every time we played together, I just had to unzip the skirt, and he could easily insert his penis between my legs. After each time, the semen on my inner thighs made me very excited. Occasionally, we would make plans to go shopping on weekends, but it wasn't a relationship; I just wanted some exciting experiences. He would buy me clothes and stockings, and I didn't ask for anything more. He would also treat me to meals or movies. When I had the chance, I would give him oral sex and drink his semen. He always said he wanted to marry me, but I told him it was impossible. I was a lesbin, just playing around, and I liked making men ejaculate because of me.
Of course, at school, I was also actively looking for people I could play with. Our English teacher was a handsome young man who had just graduated from the foreign language institute. He often played basketball with us boys, and I knew he liked looking at my legs. So I thought maybe I could also have a chance to play with the teacher.
One Friday afternoon, school ended early, and I, as the English class representative, went to the English teacher's office to help him grade papers. As usual, I wasn't wearing underwear, and anticipating new progress, I had changed out of the stockings I'd used that morning, opting for more conspicuous black stockings. There were only the two of us in the office. I sat opposite the teacher with my back to the door. A moment later, I heard the faint sound of a zipper, and I knew immediately that the teacher had quietly pulled out his penis. I glanced over; the teacher wasn't sitting upright grading papers, but leaning back in his chair. I knew from this angle he could see my stockinged legs. So, I deliberately kicked off one shoe, crossed my bare, stockinged foot, and swung it back and forth. I could see the teacher's left hand stroking his penis. To disregard morality and do this in such a sacred place as the school, in front of his own student—I felt incredibly bold and excited, and also pleased with my own allure. The desk wasn't wide; if I slightly straightened my crossed leg, I was only a few centimeters from the teacher's engorged glans.

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