Ke'er in her youthful days

Summer vacation has arrived again, and we rented a small room, about ten square meters.

It wasn't big, but it was enough for us. We divided the room into two sections, separated by a wire and a piece of cloth. Nails were hammered into the walls on both sides, the wire was wrapped around the nails, and the cloth was threaded through the wire. In the first room, near the window, there was a double desk. On it were a gas stove, two porcelain bowls, two pairs of chopsticks, and some simple cooking utensils. A folding table, which cost twenty-five yuan, served as our dining table; there were also two small plastic stools. In the other room, there was a bed; on it were the school-issued bedding, sheets, and pillows. Next to the bed, close to the window, was a single desk with a comb and a few of Ke'er's usual grooming items—Ke'er never wears makeup, and her skincare routine consists of just a bottle of Dabao (a popular Chinese skincare brand); Ke'er is very confident about this. A small mirror hung on the wall above the desk. The four walls were whitewashed and relatively clean. The small room had been rented before, leaving traces of the previous owner. Ke'er spent a few yuan to buy two paintings she liked and covered them up; one was a serene landscape, the other a picture of her favorite celebrity; the paintings were pasted crookedly. Ke'er said, "When I'm standing, I don't have the leisure to appreciate them; I only feel comfortable when I'm lying in bed." That's all the little room had to offer!

Meanwhile, we each found a summer tutoring job. The pay wasn't high, enough to cover the rent and meals.

And coincidentally, both jobs were in the morning, with afternoons off. This was our free space.

We had a relatively new bicycle. Although old, it added a lot to our happy life: every morning, I would use it to take Ke'er to her tutoring job; at noon, after finishing my own tutoring, I would go to where Ke'er was tutoring to wait. Ke'er would sit on the back rack, and I would take her back to our little room. In the afternoon, I'd take Ke'er shopping, to the countryside... Of course, there were also times when, after finishing my tutoring in the morning and having lunch, we'd hide in our little room all day without going out.

The most alluring things are often those that are attainable, but not so easily obtained.

Sex is one such thing.

When we lived in the dorm, we always thought about it, yet it was always so difficult.

It wasn't that we didn't want to, but the conditions didn't allow it: we always had to sneak around, find an opportunity, a safe place, and hastily finish. If we were lucky, we could do it once a week; if not, we were lucky to do it once every two weeks, or even once a month. During that time, we'd just kiss, touch, and rub in a secluded place; or simply find a quiet spot to indulge ourselves by slipping our hands inside our underwear. Renting a hotel room was a huge expense back then, so we rarely went. In Ke'er's words, "You're always like you're starving..." Now, with our own real space, our interest in sex has actually decreased a lot; so has Ke'er's.

In the beginning, we did it almost every day, tirelessly. The most extreme time, we used six condoms in one afternoon, and as a result, Ke'er's genitals were swollen and she was in pain for several days. My back also ached for two days, and my penis couldn't get hard for several days. Ke'er teased me, and I teased her.

Most of the time, we were just bored.

One day, Ke'er and I really didn't feel like going out, so we lay in bed.

Ke'er rested her head on one of my arms, and I looked at the pattern on the curtains, smoking a cigarette.

Ke'er was strongly against me smoking, and I really wasn't addicted.

Now, holding Ke'er, lying in bed smoking, Ke'er didn't object at all—she must have been really bored!

So, holding Ke'er, smoking, neither of us spoke, and neither of us had any desire.

Ke'er wasn't idle: she half-lay on top of me, touching my hair, twisting my ear, and tugging at my nipples... In the small room, I always wore only a pair of shorts, shirtless; but Ke'er, as soon as she entered the room, would take off her coat and bra, wearing only a nightgown.

And then... Ke'er suddenly had a whim, rolled over, and pressed herself against me, looking at me slyly, saying:

"Hey, honey... tell me, what do you guys do when you don't have a girlfriend and you want to... you know...?" "Masturbate..." "How do you masturbate..." "Use your hand to stroke it..." "How do you stroke it..." "Haven't done it in a long time, forgot... Why are you asking this..." "I don't believe you, tell me..." She was relentless.

"Are you bored out of your mind...?" "I just want to know..." "That's not such curiosity..." "No, just let me masturbate, let me see..." Saying this, she got up and snatched the cigarette from my hand.

"I forgot..." "Come on, demonstrate, my good husband..." "Holding such a beautiful woman in my arms, with such a wonderful hole, why would I want to masturbate..." "What? You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to drink the penalty cup... Do you agree or not..." "But, I don't have that thought right now... My little penis isn't cooperating either..." "That's none of your concern..." Saying that, she pulled down my big pants, revealing my limp penis.

"See? It's not supporting your work..." "Little brat, watch me wake it up..." Ke'er made a face, twitched her little upturned nose, and tried her best to look charming... but my penis still didn't react much.

Ke'er continued to act coquettishly, rubbing her breasts against my body... Seeing that my penis still wasn't fully erect, she started to feign moaning, gently stroking my testicles and penis... Just those two breasts and that sound were enough to make me unable to resist... My penis was finally awakened, proudly raising its head, and with the friction of Ke'er's breasts and that lewd sound, the glans became even more purplish-black and shiny... Ke'er was beaming with joy.

"I'm warning you, you little vixen, in a little while, I won't care about anything else, I'm going to really go for it, don't blame me for not warning you beforehand; begging for mercy won't work, this is your own fault, you little brat..." "Do you think I'm afraid of you..." Ke'er said with a grin.

"But, I still want you to masturbate for me first..." She became a rogue again.

"I don't care anymore..." I said, about to turn over and get ready to go; but she held me down tightly.

"Give me a handjob..." "No, I'd rather die than give in..." "I'll kill you, or I'll make you suffocate, will you give in or not..." "I'd rather die than give in, I'd rather die than submit..." "Husband, good husband... let me see..." She started whining again.

"I give up, I've fallen for you, you little rascal... if you want to give in, give in yourself..." "Thank you, husband..." "Don't thank me, hurry up, you're going to burst if you don't let it out soon..." "Okay... okay... how do I give in..." "Hands, hold the stick, stroke it up and down... yes... a little lighter, the skin is going to peel off... a little lighter... a little slower..." I took the opportunity to grab Ke'er's soft breasts with both hands and kept kneading them... "Faster, grip it a little harder... faster... harder... faster... faster..." After about two or three minutes of stroking, Ke'er gradually mastered the technique and didn't need me to remind her anymore.

Later, I really didn't have the time to remind her anymore. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer, and my body trembled, spurting out a stream of white semen.

Ke'er was focused on the piston-like motion with her head down, and before she could react, most of the white semen sprayed onto her face: her eyelashes, her hair. This time, it really startled Ke'er.

Immediately afterward, there was Ke'er's giggling laughter... "It's all your fault, you got it all over my face... and in my mouth too, it tastes so bad... ptooey... ptooey... you bad guy, you did it on purpose..." "The gun is in your hand, you say where to shoot, we'll shoot there... don't blame others," I said mischievously.

"It was you who did it on purpose... and you still say..." Ke'er wasn't in a hurry to clean herself up.

I watched Ke'er laugh, her little pink fists pounding against me like drums, pouting and calling out, "It's you, it's you..." White fluid was still dripping down... III. A mundane life can stifle anything beautiful in the world; it can shatter the most beautiful things, leaving you with no trace of beauty!

Life is like that; it requires both people to work together to spice it up.

Ke'er is a woman who is very good at spiceing up life, and she does it very diligently.

Because of this, our life is full of memories and fun.

Ke'er and I didn't deliberately avoid sex. When we wanted to, a single glance, a single gesture, was enough for us to understand each other perfectly.

Even when we weren't in the mood, Ke'er only needed to feign a few seductive moans, pout her little lips, or make a charming gesture, and my penis would immediately become aroused.

Once, I joked, "Don't be fooled by the fact that this thing is on my body. Actually, it's yours. I'm just storing it away. It completely obeys you. Removing it won't affect me at all. You're its true master! On the contrary, you're always being served so comfortably by it. If you didn't have it one day, you'd only have cucumbers to make do with..." "What's even more infuriating is that it's more obedient to you than to me: when I try to get it hard, it just lies there asleep; when I tell it to sleep, it proudly raises its head and looks around; but you, with just a couple of whimpers, it immediately becomes aroused. The most intolerable thing is that all the essence I've painstakingly accumulated is transferred to you by this thing. It's practically a traitorous little bastard..." Actually, Ke'er was at that moment, resting her chin on one hand and fiddling with my penis with the other, boredly playing with it on the bed.

After hearing my long speech, she immediately perked up.

"Well said, well said..." she laughed, clapping her hands and cheering.

Then, in a flash, she jumped off the bed, grabbed my penis, and pulled it off the bed, giggling, "My good baby, let's go... let's go home with Mommy... don't follow this big bad brother anymore... let's go home..." She actually grabbed my penis and dragged me off the bed, laughing as she pulled me towards the door.

"Hey, be gentle, you're going to fall off..." "It's good that you're off, I'll play with it..." "Aren't you ashamed? A grown girl, playing with this thing all day... it's so embarrassing!" "It's none of your business... you want to play with it but haven't..." I reached forward and covered Ke'er's mons pubis with one hand.

"Fine, I'll take my condom too..." "Take it, no one's stopping you... if you're so capable, take it and play with it too..." she said, giving me a look of complete surrender.

As I spoke, I slipped one hand between Ke'er's legs, wrapped the other around her neck, and lifted her up, tossing her onto the bed.

"Second brother, grab your gear, get ready for battle, we're about to have a big fight... We have to teach this little rascal a lesson..." After all that, my penis was already rock hard.

While holding Ke'er, I deliberately rubbed her mons pubis a few times, my thumb intentionally or unintentionally rubbing her clitoris... Ke'er just smiled, offering no resistance, letting me do as I pleased. What followed

, of course, was a fierce battle... Another morning, I suddenly woke up from a deep sleep to find Ke'er lying there, playing with my penis with a serious expression.

"What are you doing... Can't you let people sleep this early in the morning..." Seeing that I was awake, Ke'er leaned down and swallowed my entire penis into her mouth.

Although Ke'er had given me oral sex a few times before, it had always been passive; she had never been so proactive as she was today.

Ke'er said she always felt the place where she relieved herself was dirty, and before she would give me oral sex, she would always make me wash it thoroughly; Ke'er also didn't really like me giving her oral sex, for the same reason.

This time, for some reason, Ke'er was so proactive.

How could I miss such an opportunity?

I pulled Ke'er's body towards me, ripped off the panties covering her mons pubis, wrapped my hands around Ke'er's buttocks, pressed her vulva against my mouth, and began to suck hard on Ke'er's cute little slit, my tongue forcefully pushing into the opening, stirring vigorously after entering; my teeth would occasionally lightly bite Ke'er's labia, and when I had the chance, my tongue would tease the clitoris.

At this moment, Ke'er's head was completely buried between my legs, her hands tightly wrapped around my buttocks, and she was working hard with her mouth up and down on my penis; she seemed to have completely forgotten my efforts below her.

A moment later, she freed one hand to hold my thick, hard penis, pressed her face against it, and sucked on my testicles, taking turns taking both balls into her mouth; then she licked the outside of my penis with the tip of her tongue.

I was aroused, but I forced myself not to think about it and focused on my oral sex; Ke'er seemed to be approaching orgasm as well, her vagina becoming increasingly wet, almost like a spring that never runs dry; she was probably also strongly suppressing her orgasm.

We were like two people engaged in a life-or-death tug-of-war: whoever could defeat the other first, making them surrender, would be the winner.

The urge to ejaculate grew stronger and stronger.

I suddenly rolled over, pinning Ke'er beneath me. From the earlier back-and-forth pushing and pulling of my hips, the action shifted to me being on top, taking the initiative—thrusting in and out of Ke'er's mouth; I didn't hold back with my oral skills—my mouth, teeth, and tongue were all engaged: sucking, biting, thrusting, stirring… the fluids in her vagina were gushing out like a flood.

As the frequency and force of my thrusts in Ke'er's mouth increased, so did the force of my thrusts into her mons pubis. Finally, I almost forgot it was Ke'er's mouth, my penis penetrating deep into her throat each time… I was about to surrender: "Wife, I'm going to cum…" As I said this, I tried to arch my body so that my penis could be pulled out of Ke'er's mouth, avoiding ejaculating into her mouth.

When we first got together, Ke'er, out of curiosity, had dipped her finger in the semen I had ejaculated onto her abdomen and tasted it on her tongue. She immediately spat it out, spitting it out for almost the entire day. The next day, she told me that she still felt that strange taste in her mouth.

Although Ke'er performed oral sex on me a few more times afterward, I never ejaculated inside her mouth. I always held back until I was about to ejaculate before pulling out.

But this time was different. Although I tried to pull my penis out of Ke'er's mouth, she held my buttocks tightly—preventing it from leaving her mouth.

At the same time, she made "mmm...mmm..." sounds with my large penis inside her mouth. Because her mouth was full, I couldn't hear what she was saying.

My body shuddered, my glans tightened, and a thick stream of semen shot into Ke'er's mouth.

My penis went limp, but Ke'er still held me tightly; she gently bit my limp penis with her teeth and licked the glans a few times with her tongue...until I rolled off Ke'er, a few drops of white semen remained at the corners of her mouth.

Ke'er looked at me with a smile, letting her vaginal opening gurgle and drip with love juice... I quickly cleaned the love juice left on both of us, pulled Ke'er into my arms, and gently asked,

"Wife, what's wrong today..." "Nothing... haven't you always wanted this?" "Then don't you feel uncomfortable... don't you hate this smell?" "I want to..." Ke'er looked at me affectionately and said.

I hugged Ke'er even tighter and kissed her forehead heavily. Ke'er nestled against me like a little bird, pressing even closer... Yes, because she "wanted to," wasn't that the best reason!

—Between truly in love, there is no right or wrong, only whether one is "willing"... To grow old with a woman like this, what more could a man ask for...? Like most college romances, the ending is the same: we broke up!

Ke'er wants to take the postgraduate entrance exam; from both a personal and family perspective, she must continue her studies. We were both clear about this from the beginning, and I absolutely supported her.

Ke'er hugged me, crying, "I just want to be with you, everything else, let's not worry about anything else, okay?..." Ke'er was crying, and my heart ached. I knew Ke'er absolutely meant what she said; I knew even more clearly that Ke'er didn't have any grand ambitions or goals to achieve. She told me: she just liked a simple life. Ke'er often said: happiness and pain are just a matter of perspective; only you can truly understand it, it has nothing to do with others or material things!

Although I know deep down how much I long to be with Ke'er every moment, never to be separated; Ke'er is happy when we're together, and I can give Ke'er happiness; I also know clearly that I can't give Ke'er the happiness she deserves. Happiness requires a certain material foundation, which I don't have!

Ke'er, we are just two straight lines in space. In the vast universe, two straight lines only meet at this time and place. We meet, intersect, and after the intersection, each must continue along its own trajectory; because it's a straight line, it can only move forward, not backward; and because it's a straight line, they can only have one and only one intersection.

Decisions are easy to make, words are easy to say. But time is the most unbearable thing.

After separation, it's something that those who haven't experienced unforgettable love can't possibly understand! If words could express it, it wouldn't be called pain... Drunkenness was my usual state at the beginning. My mind is always foggy, filled with self-blame, regret, and longing... I don't know how Ke'er will get through those days. Ke'er is a strong girl who doesn't easily show her emotions; her pain is definitely no less than mine. I can numb myself with alcohol, I can run wildly... What will Ke'er do...? Besides crying her eyes out when she's alone...? When we were together, Ke'er could confide in me when she had grievances, but now, who can she confide in? ...I regretted it once. I found the city where Ke'er was, got off the train, but before leaving the station, I took the return train back... Ke'er also came to look for me; she knew how to find me, but I didn't see her... "Ke'er, you look very haggard, you've lost a lot of weight..." My classmate said weakly to me a long time later.

After that, no one mentioned Ke'er to me again... and I deliberately didn't inquire... Years later, a few classmates gathered, and one of them mentioned Ke'er again: a year after graduation, Ke'er was admitted to a good graduate program in a certain city; during that time, she had a relationship, but they broke up soon after, and I hadn't heard of her dating anyone else since; after graduating with her master's degree, she went to Shenzhen and got a very good job... I didn't say anything, I just listened quietly... After my classmate finished speaking, he fell silent, just like me...

[The End]

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