I slept with a pair of lesbians

A man like me is past the era of flirting online. It's either purely for the sake of the soul, or it's all about hitting the nail on the head—nothing but sex.
Who expects another romance?
Life doesn't offer many miracles; a few ripples are just to keep you aroused.
I'm sure Wawa also has a strong liking for me. For a 29-year-old man, putting on a show in front of girls is commonplace, especially with young women still in university. It doesn't take much effort to make her think you possess most of the qualities she desires. Gradually, I started flirting with her, saying sweet nothings, but she refused to meet me, insisting that "distance makes the heart grow fonder." Though I was clenching my fists, I remained patient—I knew women always had more tricks up their sleeves than little girls, and besides, chatting with her was quite enjoyable.
"Husband...I want you..." She turned her face away shyly, but the desire deep within her body had been ignited. How could the desire to possess her be stopped? I lowered my head and sucked on her two firm, red nipples, teasing her breasts with my fingertips while continuing to thrust at a moderate pace. At first, she only mumbled in response to my lewd words, but later she began to moan softly herself.
I didn't ask much about Wawa's past work, and she wouldn't talk about it either. I guessed that person must have been her first love and her first time, and sometimes when
she mentioned it, only sadness remained. I started to take off her clothes. She was dressed simply, in a t-shirt and jeans, without any lace bra or panties. She gripped my arm tightly, as if it were very important, but I didn't think this was anything unfamiliar to her.
October was fast approaching, and I still hadn't found a chance to seduce her into bed. Feeling utterly disappointed, I decided to start searching for a new target. As always, I'd lose interest in women who hadn't shared a room with me for three months. However, the turning point came on the very night I decided to change my mind. She suddenly left me a message, asking me to meet her in a hotel room, and gave me her phone number. Before this, we'd only exchanged photos; we'd never even spoken on the phone. I sensed her intense emotions, but then I thought, why not help her?
A minute later, a long-haired woman walked in hesitantly and quietly locked the door behind her. She was about 165cm tall, definitely very thin, just like in the photo, but I couldn't see her face clearly; her delicate features in the photo were hidden in her flowing hair.
We stood there facing each other, the darkness making us subtly probe each other's thoughts. "Let's take a shower." I held out my hand to her, and she sighed softly before slowly taking it into my hands.
I value a woman's hands highly, especially those with slender, bony fingers. If the fingers are short, thick, hard, and rough, I'd be impotent. Doll was exactly the former. I gently held her hands, stroking them, and then slowly pulled her into my arms.
Her body stiffened. I wrapped my arms around her, nuzzled my chin against her ear, and said softly and deeply, "I've missed you for so long."
Then I carried her into the bathroom and helped her shower. I first fumbled to wash her hair, and as I was calculating how to apply body wash, she suddenly clutched her chest and began to sob. "What happened?" I cupped her face in my hands.
"Nothing," she gradually calmed down, "I'm important."
It was the first time I'd clearly heard her voice; it was moving, clear but not harsh, cool but not hollow. Seeing the slender shape of her shoulders, I couldn't help but feel tenderness. I lowered my head and kissed her cheek: "Don't be shy, relax, my darling, I want to give you a beautiful night."
Following her earlobe and neck, I held her tightly, kissing her passionately all the way. When I slipped my tongue into her mouth, she was already slightly out of breath, but she refused me, "I don't like kissing." Okay, whatever. I used my right hand, still holding shower gel, to gently cup and caress her breast. Her breasts weren't large, probably a B cup, but full and firm. I used both hands, sometimes caressing the lower edge of her breasts, sometimes plucking her back like a pianist, and slowly spreading the bath lotion all over her body. My fingers "accidentally" brushed against her pubic hair, causing her to tremble. I kissed her beautiful skin while bathing her, and finally, her body gradually softened. So I placed my palms between her legs, parted them, and gently kneaded her labia and clitoris with the slippery bath lotion. "Ah..." she breathed a sigh of relief. I sucked on her earlobe, using both my mouth and tongue to try to break her willpower in a short time.
The time was almost up, and I... Weak and exhausted, I washed her clean, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her into the bedroom. I placed her on the bedside and continued to savor her small, hardened back, kissing down her belly button. My hot tongue parted her labia, gently and slowly attacking her clitoris. "Ah—" Her body convulsed as if electrocuted. Heh, very sensitive, huh? Probably because she hasn't served her boyfriend in a long time. Confident in
my oral skills, I gave her a few pleasurable blows and flicks, and she was already panting heavily. Her tender clitoris swelled quietly, and her vaginal opening was overflowing with moisture. I used the tip of my tongue to lick from her clitoris to her perineum, tasting the clear, sweet spring seeping from her vagina. She would occasionally probe inside with the tip of her tongue. Although she was taciturn, her heavy breathing and gripping my hair revealed that she was suppressing her desire. I thought: Is she saving her strength for when I thrust in
? Well then, let's do it. My penis had been erect for a while, the glans smooth and wet, throbbing, just waiting to be inserted. I knelt between her legs, rubbing the glans against her labia, lifted her legs, and was about to thrust in when she suddenly seemed to wake up, saying, "Wait!" I had to patiently ask, "What's wrong? Isn't it your safe period?" "No... I took my medication." "..." For some reason, she seemed a little downcast, then, as if having made a great decision, she said, "It's nothing, come on."
So I lifted her legs again, rubbed the shaft of my penis against her labia a couple of times, coating it with some vaginal fluid, then aimed at her opening, thrusting my hips forward. "Ah—it hurts—!" Her whole body tensed up instantly.
I only felt the glans pierce through a barrier, then was met with the strong contraction of her vagina, and with her body trembling, it slipped out of my body in a moment. I touched the glans, put it under my nose and smelled it; a faint smell of blood, numb. She was still a virgin?!
"What happened, doll? You've never been with anyone else before?" I was both surprised and delighted.
"No...no penetration...be gentle..." she said through trembling teeth.
To think she'd encountered something like this, a virgin. No wonder it hurt so much. My penis is rather thick, about 4cm in diameter, and the glans is even longer. Even with careful attention, it's impossible to avoid tearing a virgin's penis, especially after my brazen thrust. I need to be careful down there, striving to give her a wonderful first time!
I started giving her oral sex again, licking her genitals with extra gentleness. Every part of her body, including the crevices between her labia majora and minora, I teased with the tip of my tongue, occasionally probing slightly into her honeyed opening. She moaned softly, her honeyed opening continuously gushing forth nectar, soaking her anus and flowing onto the bed.
I placed a pillow under her waist and said to her, "This will make it less painful." Then I lifted her legs again and spread them apart, rubbing her molten, throbbing crevice with my wet glans.
I then removed her bra and panties, kneeling... I reached between her legs, pulled down her panties, and as my erect penis gleamed, her pretty face flushed slightly. She mumbled, "So late..." "It's not late, it's just that you've never used anything else before," I teased with a smile. "Am I being raped? This is the first time I've experienced being treated like a birthing machine."
She was clearly overwhelmed with desire; her hips arched slightly, wanting but unsure how to respond. Her youthful innocence captivated me. "My darling, just..." "Let me be your first man!" I grabbed her arms, pinned her legs down, and aimed at that opening, closing, dark paradise, steadily thrusting in. I felt a soft "pop" as I pierced her hymen, penetrating halfway in. "It hurts—! Ah—!" She convulsed, clutching my arm, tears streaming down her face. I quickly bent down and hugged her tightly.
And she, with only half my penis inside, felt as if it had already pierced her heart, a heartbreakingly beautiful feeling.
"I'm going to continue."
She nodded tearfully, "...Will you love me?...When we're together, will you only love me?"
I was speechless. In ordinary times, I would have been quick-witted and showered with sweet words. But now, facing her, I was speechless. Love...is there still love? After all, I've grown accustomed to a dissolute life, seen too many partings and reunions, all good things must come to an end. In this era where it's almost impossible to find a place to settle down, how could I dare to speak of love?
I sensed her dark gloom; seeing my speechlessness, she gave a bitter smile. "Come on, fuck me, maybe you really will fall in love with me."
Without further ado, a surge of urgency welled up inside me, coursing through my veins and rushing down to my genitals. I barely moved my throbbing penis in her vagina before thrusting it all the way in. "Ah..." she gasped, the head of my penis already touching her cervix. I slowly pulled out, leaving only the head inside. I thrust in again with tremendous force, a hundred or so times in total. Her vagina seemed fully awake, its layers of flesh tightly gripping my penis, rubbing against my throbbing veins and generating electricity, stimulating my desire to tame her.
I don't know why, even though I've deflowered her more than once or twice, this time she stirred my heart. Was it because of her mysterious offering tonight? Or was it because of my long-standing admiration for her intelligence? But I've seen many intelligent women; I like them, but I always keep my distance. Their intelligence doesn't inspire closeness; it's more like intimacy without secrecy.
"You...are so thick...my lower body is so swollen..." she hummed softly.
At least at this time last year, I was still stubbornly clinging to my indifferent worldview. It was last July that I met Wawa. She was 23, a first-year graduate student in Public Administration at Nanjing University. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and was killing time online when we met by chance in a record exchange QQ group. Because of our shared love of classical music, we chatted very happily. I liked her very much; she was incredibly intelligent and had a great sense of humor.
"Is it comfortable?"
It seemed things were getting better, and I gradually increased my strength, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, step by step, solidly penetrating her. My scrotum slapped against her perineum, mingling with her vaginal fluids, making a slapping sound. She continued to arch her back to meet my thrusts; I knew she was experiencing pleasure. It was just a pity that everything was a blurry mess in the darkness. Oh well, it had been a long time since I'd felt this romantic, as if I'd returned to the time when I first encountered sex. Back then, I wasn't nearly as bold as I am now; every ejaculation I remembered was... The night was dark.
That night, I ejaculated seven times, even though she refused to perform oral sex to aid my erection. It had been a long time since I'd been so wild; in other words, no one had ever made me feel this way during sex. I was completely drained, and I slept all day the next day. For the next two weeks, we met almost every night, trying every position imaginable—on the bed, at the table, in the bathtub—but she refused to turn on the lights, refused to leave the hotel, and wouldn't kiss me or perform oral sex.
"Do you like it?" I asked breathlessly, releasing my grip on her breasts.
"Yes…"
"Say it! Husband, I want you!"
"Husband!...Husband!...Don't stop!...Ah--Don't stop!..."
My passion burned fiercely! My penis swelled even larger under the tight embrace of her wet, hot walls. It felt as if an extremely thin wire was being pulled out from the glans and urethral opening, running from the penis and lower back to the back of the head. With each grinding against her clitoris, a current of electricity surged upwards along the wire, sparking. Her vagina was tight and inviting, yet it seemed to be drawn by an endless stream of soft, tender flesh, warm and irresistible.
Women aren't like men; their sex life is always related to love, isn't it? They accept a man's strength deep within their bodies, offering their deepest affections in unrepentant submission, simply to express love. Although
I didn't know then, her love wasn't for me.
Another spark flashed on the wire; I knew I was about to ejaculate. I grabbed her hips and began frantically thrusting. My penis throbbed like thunder, roaring as it pounded against her cervix. Her vulva opened slightly, sucking at the glans with each stroke.
"I'm coming!"
"Ah! Hah... Don't stop! Come on! Come on! I want you—ah..."
"Ah—!" Drowning in my hot semen, she gasped, gasping for breath, clutching the sheets tightly. Her uterus and vagina contracted violently, reaching their climax together. I felt my soul leap out of my head; except for my penis, my whole body was limp, floating on clouds—so blissful, indescribable.
After a while, I came to my senses and gently but passionately embraced her from behind. In the midst of our physical battle, without even realizing it, I had already developed feelings for her.
She stroked my arm and softly asked, "Will you love me?"
"I'm willing to try." I rubbed my limp penis between her thighs, her juices mingling with my semen, dripping down her cleft, the air thick with the mysterious scent of hormones.
I still didn't know what Doll's feelings were towards me.
She seemed to love me very much, trying her best to satisfy me in bed, tolerating me ejaculating into her warm womb again and again, but I had never clearly seen her face, her expression, let alone any part of her body. Her face was always hidden in the shadows, and every time I looked into that shadow, I always thought it concealed tear tracks, and I loved her even more, always holding her tightly to fall asleep after our lovemaking. When I woke up in the early morning, I found that she had already drifted away, and I often felt a pang of sadness.
On October 21st, she finally allowed me to come to my house that evening. It was still dark and gloomy, so I played a Chopin piece we both loved, and we made love on my large bed amidst the melodious piano music. Afterwards, I pulled her into my arms, gently stroking her cold, slightly sweaty back, and asked curiously, "Why wouldn't you help me eat? You even let me penetrate you from behind…" She remained silent, but I quickly understood the whole mystery—the doorbell rang. I quickly pulled on my pants and ran to open the door.
You'd never guess who I saw the moment I opened the door.
I couldn't believe my eyes, thinking I was dreaming or hallucinating. Standing outside was the woman who had just been lying on my chest, Doll.
I… My son was a little stunned, staring blankly at her, and she looked at me too. Under the dim light of the hallway, I saw her face clearly for the first time. She was pretty and lovely, with large, bright black eyes, long hair, and a slender figure, like a willow swaying in the breeze. Her eyes sparkled with the grace of a refined lady from Jiangnan. I understood; this was the doll from the photo.
Then, who was in the house?
At that moment, she also put on her coat and came out. I turned my head and saw her face, which seemed incredibly familiar yet I had never seen it before. I felt dizzy, and words like time reversal and universe shifting flashed through my mind.
She looked very much like the doll—slender, long hair—but she was slightly taller. She lacked the doll's bright and cheerful temperament, but possessed a cold and chilling beauty, her eyes filled with sorrow and indifference.
"Zhi'ou..." My voice choked a little, "Be kind to yourself." I composed myself and continued, "It's late, I'm going to a friend's house to play cards. You guys stay here and have a good chat. No one is allowed to cause any more trouble!" After saying that, I put on my clothes and went to the door. Zhi'ou ran over and hugged me gently like the wind, whispering in my ear, "Don't be sad...you are my only man."
"Wawa." Of the three of us, she spoke to Wawa first, then turned to me and said, "My name is Zhi'ou."
I was completely stunned. Wasn't Zhi'ou Wawa's ex-boyfriend?
Wawa suddenly threw herself into her arms and burst into tears, "Why? Why?...Why did you do this? Why did you leave me all alone..." I suddenly felt like an outsider, standing awkwardly by the door, not knowing what to do. After Wawa's crying subsided, I turned on the light and let them all into the bedroom.
"Alright, one of you has to tell me eventually, because I also want to know why all of this happened."
Originally, Wawa and Zhi'ou were a lesbian couple. In July, Zhi'ou asked to break up with Wawa and disappeared. Wawa thought she had found someone new and started dating me to forget her. But the reason Zhi'ou broke up with her was simple: she discovered that Wawa loved children so much and wasn't a naturally feminine partner (the dominant partner in a lesbian relationship). She could have loved a man and lived a normal family life. After weighing the pros and cons, and unable to bear the psychological pressure of not being able to provide Wawa with a complete family, Zhi'ou decided to run away alone, hoping Wawa could start over.
However, women are indeed difficult creatures to understand—Zhi'ou had Wawa's QQ password and would still frequently download her chat history after the breakup, so she knew me and knew that Wawa had feelings for me. When faced with an overwhelming sense of loss, one can overestimate their willpower. However, she realized that Doll might actually end up with me, leading to despair. She made the decision to sleep with me before Doll and I, both to prolong my relationship with Doll and to intensify her despair, solidifying her resolve to die.
This self-destructive reason seems utterly absurd and illogical to me, yet for this sensitive and vulnerable woman, it became an inevitability.
I can explain why she refused to perform oral sex on me; because lesbians use their mouths and fingers for sex, and for her, her mouth is reserved only for the one she loves most.
Doll's situation is simpler. She dated me only to temporarily alleviate her feelings; in fact, she wouldn't even video chat, despite having a good impression of me, and had no intention of changing her mind. She had been diligently searching for her partner until recently.
Knowing all this, I wasn't too surprised. I hadn't expected to be furious, but I felt only heartache. I understood the hidden worries beneath Zhi's shadow, the despair she felt. I recalled the subtle yet heart-wrenching sorrow and pain in Huang Biyun's "She Is a Woman, I Am a Woman."
I saw the joyful tears of Wawa finding her lover again, and I saw Zhi's increasingly realistic and intimate face. Suddenly, I wanted to cry my heart out. I truly loved her as I had said I would. Yesterday, I wanted to cherish this relationship, to wipe away her heartbreaking tears with my love. She not only gave me an unusual baptism of spirit and flesh, but also, unintentionally, gave me the desire to stop my dissolute life.
As the pain and sorrow subsided, her moans grew louder. I waited until her legs were completely relaxed, then began to slowly and carefully caress her. Her vagina was overflowing with lustful fluids, wet and slippery, tight and taut. Each thrust made a sound like pulling rubber boots through mud.
I opened the bottle, poured two glasses, and brought them in.
"Zhi'ou..." I murmured her name, my heart filled with mixed emotions. But at this moment, I could only remain calm, because I am a man.
"Zhi'ou, don't let the one you love be sad and heartbroken anymore. Wawa is a good girl. What you think is good for her might become the culprit of her lifelong misfortune. She's not wrong. Is it wrong to love someone? As for whether that person is male or female, good or bad, do we have a choice? If you love, you love. You can't lose her, and she can't lose you."
I said this, and in my heart, I was also telling myself, I've fallen in love with someone, and she loves someone else, but do I have a choice?
Hearing that, my nose stung, and tears almost welled up again. I kissed her forehead, signaling her to go home, and then closed the gate. How could I possibly play cards? I went to Su Buya convenience store and bought a dozen beers, carried them to Gulou Square, and drank and drank until I drifted off to sleep on a bench all night.
The next day, I returned home. They were both gone. The house had been tidied up, clean and tidy, and my pajamas were neatly folded on the bedside table. Heh, so that's how we said goodbye, I thought bitterly. I opened QQ and received a message from Wawa: Thank you. Just a few words, but that's enough. What else could I say? I should continue living the life I've long been accustomed to.
Unexpectedly, her profile picture didn't light up again for a long time afterward. I felt deeply resentful. Meanwhile, I was still preoccupied with my marriage plans, and for the first time ever, I went on a blind date. After dozens of vigorous
thrusts, my movements suddenly stopped. My throbbing penis plunged all the way in, the glans pressing firmly against her clitoris, pushing out gushes of hot, thick semen, shooting straight into her uterus…
On December 24th, Christmas Eve, I turned down all invitations from my friends and stayed home alone to work on a case. Just as I was getting overwhelmed, I ran out of wine, so I decided to go out and buy some. When I opened the door, Wawa was smiling broadly outside, handing me a bottle of red wine. "Here! This is for you. How thoughtful of me, right?" she said, her playful tone unchanged from when we first chatted.
"Why are you here?" I quickly looked out the door.
"A little, but it's much better now that you're here. Christmas Eve, haha." This was the truth; perhaps I was just indulging in her.
"Have you been acting recklessly lately? You scumbag?" She came in and took off her coat.
I pouted, pointing to my lower body with a bitter expression, and said, "What? I haven't opened it since you guys left."
She took it, downed it in one gulp, put down the glass, sat on my bed, and continued undressing. "Well, let's open it today!"
"It's so swollen..." Because she had someone else in her heart, the girl, who had always held back her moans, finally spoke up.
I almost spat out the wine in my mouth. "What's wrong? What's gotten into you? Where's my girlfriend?"
Okay, let's get straight to the point, who's afraid of who? I booked a room at the Grand Central Hotel and texted her the room number. I took a shower while waiting for her. She called while I was brushing my teeth, saying she had arrived but asked me to turn off all the lights, asking for my understanding of her embarrassment. I chuckled inwardly. Turning on the lights is a routine of mine in bed—not just any lights, but all of them, the brighter and clearer the better. I believe most men have this habit. But haste makes waste, so I turned off all the lights as agreed and left the door slightly ajar.
"We're doing well, and we're about to travel the world together." She stripped down to her underwear before looking up at me with a smile. "We'll get married in England and raise our child."
"Child? What child?" I was confused. "You're going to get artificial insemination?"
"I'll do it right now!" She lunged at me, kissing me on the lips. Our tongues intertwined rapidly, and I secretly tried to taste her tongue, but it had been so long since we'd made love, and my body was quickly aroused.
While we were passionately kissing, I quickly threw off my clothes, pinning her beneath me. She gasped, "Remember! Your duty is to get insemination!" I retorted, "I can do it, but can you?" "I'm ovulating today!"
"Stop looking, she didn't come." She stuck out her tongue. "Disappointed?"
Doll and her partner are usually very sexually active, and their sex life is harmonious. The lesbian (dominantly male) usually doesn't let the dominant (P) touch her, but is always considerate and caring towards the dominant, supposedly able to bring the dominant to orgasm 100%. However, I don't know if Doll's hymen is broken; if it isn't, she'll still suffer a little. While we were talking, her vagina was already wet. I didn't waste any time, licked the entrance a couple of times, and thrust in.
As soon as the glans entered, it encountered some resistance, unsurprisingly. "Your hymen is still intact..." I teased.
"Disgusting! What's so great about you, a mere reproductive machine..." Her face turned even redder, and she closed her eyes.
Without another word, I twisted my waist, piercing through the barrier and penetrating deep inside. The doll let out a soft moan, her body, tense from the pain, relaxing. I imagined her vagina as a series of interconnected rings of flesh, just like mine—tight, continuous, and of the highest quality. I diligently fucked her tender cunt, my penis drawing out the blood of her virginity with each thrust—no, it was blood, but she could no longer be considered a virgin, I began to fantasize about my partner making love with the doll, longing for my partner's resilient body.
As I thought about it, my penis throbbed painfully, and I quickened my thrusts, the glans plunging through the folds of her vaginal wall with a gurgling sound. The vaginal fluid inside gathered more and more, tinged with blood, flowing onto the snow-white sheets.
I didn't answer, withdrawing my swollen, purple penis from her body, gesturing for her to turn over, her buttocks facing me. She stared wide-eyed. "Why like this?" "Haven't you ever seen dogs mating? Aren't you trying to get pregnant? This position is the most natural and suitable for growth."
Her face flushed again, and she obediently lay down on the bed, sticking her buttocks up. Her anus was soaked with vaginal fluid, contracting rhythmically. Her labia minora were slightly darker in color, slightly parted, revealing the opening. (Silky fluid clung to her carefully trimmed pubic hair.) I couldn't help but swallow, straightening my erection and slowly inserting it, thrusting forcefully.
She still wouldn't groan, but seeing her trembling body, I... I could sense that she was also enjoying this unprecedented sexual experience on New Year's Eve. Her vagina contracted in waves, like a pair of soft, delicate hands gripping my penis. It was my first time making love to a woman with rich sexual experience but who hadn't been deflowered. Unlike virgins, she didn't know how to relax and enjoy herself; she possessed a virgin's tight, contracting vagina and a completely untouched uterus—the thought of filling her uterus with my thick, hot semen later only amplified my excitement.
I reached out and grasped her breasts, kneading and squeezing them. Her breasts were larger than mine, at least a C-cup. Her nipples were round and firm, not very big, pink and hard. She lay there, her pointed breasts swaying with my thrusts, like two ripe, beautiful fruits for me to pluck.
Perhaps because it had been a long time since we'd had sex, and her vagina was contracting rhythmically, I only thrust for about twenty minutes before I couldn't hold back any longer. With a muffled roar, my glans pressed against her cervix, and my ejaculation erupted, millions of sperm gushing out, rushing into her uterus.
I was enjoying the lingering sensation of my penis throbbing inside her. Suddenly, I felt a warmth on my back, two warm, soft objects pressed against me, and at the same time, a person hugged me tightly. I was startled and turned around to see my beloved!
To be precise, my beloved, completely naked…
Seeing my surprised expression, she couldn't help but smile. “You don’t even close the door when you’re making love!” she scolded, massaging my back with her soft breasts. I turned around and pulled her into my arms, feeling another urge to burst into tears. “My beloved! My beloved!” I cried out like a child. "I thought I'd never see you again!"
She stroked my hair tenderly, saying, "This is our last act of recklessness... Her family arranged for her to study abroad, and I've also calculated that we'll get married there, based on my previous work."
Last act of recklessness... last act of recklessness!
I almost understood their good intentions. Yes, on the willow-lined bank, in the morning breeze and under the waning moon, years will pass, and even with a thousand kinds of feelings, who will I share them with? I finally believed that she still held me in her heart, and that they would cherish the child who raised me as their forever... A beautiful memory. Don't ask me why I'm crying; I'm afraid it's tears of joy.
In this world, who else can promise forever? And then, she and I, and all of them, will be forever linked together by an unbreakable bond, each of us forever unable to erase the other from our hearts.
Zhi'ou and Wawa were crying too. Zhi'ou pounded my chest, fiercely wiping away her tears as she said, "What are you crying for! What are you crying for! You hopeless man, we're here for you to do, not to watch you cry!"
"A strange feeling..."
I snapped out of my daze, violently pouncing on her onto the bed, turning her to her side, lifting one leg to my chest, and thrusting my hard, red penis in forcefully, fucking her hard. With each thrust, I recalled a scene from that time: we changed positions, we made love passionately, in the darkness. Her face was still blurry, her expression always etched with tears...
A thing of the past, today I can finally make up for that regret. I clearly see every detail of her... Every inch of her skin, even every pore. Her breasts were so white and tender, the skin almost translucent, the pale blue veins faintly visible. Her nipples and areolas were small, a light flesh color, the erect nipples about the size of a small peanut. Her clitoris was barely visible, clearly not having been stimulated much. Her labia were a delicate pink, small and thin, showing no signs of darkening. Her pubic hair was sparse, only a small tuft above the clitoris, while the doll-like hair had been carefully trimmed.
I thrust in and out like a trapped beast, wanting to pour out all the love in my heart. My penis, thick with pent-up desire, plunged into her body. I watched as my engorged penis pulled in and out of her tender, soft flesh, her juices dripping down my scrotum. She clutched the blanket tightly, biting it, moaning softly, as if completely lost in the moment, wanting to record her memories of me entirely through her body.
Seeing me so fiercely fucking her, the doll beside her was stunned. Just five minutes later, I was about to ejaculate again. After grinding and rubbing against her clitoris, I swiftly pulled out my throbbing, purplish-red penis. I pulled the doll down to sit with her back to me, and with a soft "squelch," my penis slid in all the way. I grabbed her and sat down heavily, the head of my penis being tightly sucked by her still slightly open cervix. Every last drop of my thick, hot semen shot into her uterus.
To prevent backflow and ensure successful conception, the doll quickly lay down on the sofa, raising her legs against the wall. I was completely limp, not only from the intense release but also from the dejection I felt. She crawled over and began kissing me. This was my first time... I tasted her fragrant tongue, so agile and fiery, forcefully enveloping mine, sucking on my lips and teeth. I reveled in this passive pleasure, almost unable to stop, when she suddenly withdrew her tongue and kissed my way down my chest.
My penis lay limp to one side, a sticky mixture of vaginal fluid and semen clinging to it, tangled with my pubic hair. She licked away the fluid from my pubic hair and penis, then took the glans into her mouth and teased it with her tongue, sometimes squeezing the urethral opening with the tip of her tongue, sometimes tracing the coronal ridge... The search for the penis was tricky, and she continued to rub his testicles in turn, seemingly restless.
Being a trained professional (tongue technique was a required course for les), although she wasn't very familiar with the psychology of men, her skillful and adept tongue, the controlled and measured pressure, combined with my excitement that she was finally willing to offer her tongue to me, quickly made my penis erect. Although not as large as before, it was still taut and powerful.
Then she swallowed the entire penis into her mouth, actively letting the glans press against her throat again and again, continuously... She gently and skillfully cupped my scrotum and stroked my testicles. I loved it when she sucked on the glans and coronal sulcus; I didn't understand how she controlled the pressure so perfectly, every stroke was exactly what I wanted, stimulating that most pleasurable nerve—it was a fatal temptation!
Soon, I surrendered again, my penis jerked violently, and then I ejaculated like a volcanic eruption. She quickly took the glans into her mouth, absorbing all the semen, and swallowed it with a gulp.
I weakly pulled her up and hugged her, "Zhi'ou, I love you."
She gently... She rubbed her cheek against mine, "I love you too."
And then? There was no "and then." Love is a work without a "and then."
They vanished without a trace. The next day, I woke up in the Christmas snow, thinking back on the night before, it felt like a lifetime ago.
Last month, I received a letter from Birmingham with only a photograph: a heavily pregnant baby smiling happily. My beloved? I know her. She didn't leave me without any information; I could tell from the baby's smile that the person behind the camera was my beloved.
As for me, I have completely severed ties with my past dissolute life. I have made up my mind that, because of my unknown baby and because of the two flowers blooming in my destiny, I will live a warm life from this day forward.

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