Mengqi, as dreamlike

I. First Encounter It

was a weekend afternoon in the summer of 2010, and I was lying in bed, utterly bored. I'd tried
adding people on WeChat countless times, but they were all either creepy old men or disgusting old women—it was all the same, just endless attempts to add them. After taking a shower, my phone notified me of a QQ message: "Yiren has requested to add you as a friend." I figured she was either trying to recruit me into some stock trading group or some investment product, so I declined. Three minutes later, it notified me again: "Yiren has requested to add you as a friend." Okay, since I had nothing else to do at noon, chatting wouldn't hurt, so I accepted.
"Hello,"
the usual… I mentally replied, and on my phone: "Hello too, I don't trade stocks and don't have money for investments."
"You're funny, what are you doing?"
"Nothing to do, my whole body is numb."
"You little rascal, I'm eating shaved ice, want a bite?"
"Mouth to mouth?"
…
We chatted like this for half the afternoon, and when I came back from my evening walk, she started hitting on me again:
"Just went to xx farmhouse for dinner with some girlfriends, we ate…" followed by a list of farmhouse dishes.
"That hot pot chicken is really good, I've eaten there."
"You've eaten there?!"
"I went to that farmhouse restaurant you mentioned last week, the hot pot chicken was very authentic. Are you from M County?"
"Yes, yes! You too?"
"No, I'm from D County, I live in the city now."
"Ah, that's not far from you, I'm in S Town, just across the river is the city!"
...

II. A Warm Chat

Perhaps because we were both from X City and lived relatively close, our conversations became quite lively. A week passed like this. I learned her name was Mengqi, and she worked as a duty manager at the M County branch of the Agricultural Bank of China; her age was kept secret. However, based on our chat content and the sentences we used, she was a post-80s generation. We exchanged phone numbers, and I called her once to confirm it was her. :)
It was another weekend evening, and we continued chatting. Suddenly, she sent a video request. I casually answered the video call, since the lights in my room were off. This was the first time I saw her. Her double eyelids must have been surgically done? I'd rate her face an 85 out of 100. She had the legendary straight, hairy style. Back then, QQ didn't have beauty filters, so her skin looked okay. She seemed to be between 25 and 30. She was wearing a tank top, and her chest was very well-endowed! I felt my penis starting to get erect, and it was getting more and more obvious.
We chatted casually, and I turned on the light so she could see my face. She seemed quite satisfied, insisting on seeing my room's furnishings. I told her it was in my company dormitory, everything was provided by the company, what was there to see? She insisted, so I gave in. After looking, she said, "A bachelor's room, so messy!"
"Messy? If you think it's messy, come and tidy it up for me!"
"You're overthinking it! Why should I serve you?" "
Serving you is a bit of an exaggeration, just cleaning, nothing else!"
"...You little pervert!" Then she hung up the video call.
That night, I took care of my needs myself.

III. Meeting

Wednesday, everyone worked overtime. At 8:30 pm, my phone rang. The name was Mengqi. I answered the phone: "I'm working overtime, let's talk when I get back to the dorm!"
"Talk my ass, I'm in the city!"
"You?! What are you doing here? Inviting me for a late-night snack?"
"Stop eating my ass, I'm here to clean!"
... Suddenly, her incredibly well-endowed breasts flashed through my mind. After confirming my location in a few words, I made up an excuse to ask my boss for leave and rushed over.
She stood on a brightly lit street corner, wearing a sundress and a small cardigan, her hair gently blowing in the night breeze, her eyes scanning the street blankly. Upon seeing me, she waved with delight: "I'm here!"
...
"I haven't eaten yet!"
"It's so late, why bother eating? Let's have a late-night snack!"
"I don't eat meat these days!"
"...Your period?"
"What do you mean, your period! What are you thinking, you little pervert!" "
Is 'that' a pervert? I didn't say what 'that' meant!"
We bickered affectionately as we went to the late-night snack market, where I ordered a few of her favorite dishes and opened a bottle of beer to keep her company. She ordered a bottle too, tilted her head back, and downed half of it in one gulp—quite a bold drinker! I could see her collarbone, big enough to hold goldfish, and my mind started wandering… But I guess there's no chance today; she's on her period!
Feeling stuffed, I dragged her back to her dorm, made her a cup of black tea—it's her period, after all, she might not be careful, so I had to be mindful for her. She smiled, her eyes darting around the room.
We chatted for a while, then I went to the bathroom. When I came out, she was indeed cleaning. Things were being arranged neatly under her hands, and I couldn't help at all. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her organize the shoes under the bed. Through her tank top, I could see her enormous breasts, and I involuntarily got an erection. Then I remembered she was on her period, and I kept telling myself, "Save it for next time, save it for next time!"
More than an hour passed in this constant self-consolation. When the room was finished, she was covered in sweat, her perfect figure peeking out from under her tank top: "Where's the bathroom? Look at me, all sweaty!" I stared at her, pointing to the bathroom.
Listening to her washing up in the bathroom, I was torn: Should I do it? Or not?
One voice said: "No, she's on her period!"
Another voice said: "Do it, who cares!"
The internal struggle reached its peak as she came out of the bathroom: she came out wrapped in my towel, carrying the clothes she had just worn—and, damn it, underwear! A flesh-colored bra, a pair of black panties…panties?! She wasn't wearing anything? "
Go take a shower!" she scolded me playfully.
"Oh..." At that moment, my mind was racing, and my penis was rock hard.
She smiled, sat on the edge of the bed, and nudged me, whispering, "Go take a shower, what are you thinking about!"
I went to the bathroom through the gap in the curtains, quickly rinsed myself off, and rushed out.

IV. The First Time

She was already in bed, eyes closed, seemingly asleep. A towel was draped over the high-backed chair beside the bed. Was she naked underneath?!
I eagerly pulled back the covers, but she grabbed them:
"You little rascal, what are you doing!"
"Just sleeping..."
"Turn off the light!"
"Turn off the bedside lamp too?"
"Yes!"
She did as I said, eagerly slipping back under the covers. She gently turned her back to me, and in that short moment, I came to a conclusion by touching her body: she was sleeping naked!
My heart pounded like a drum!
I rolled over and hugged her, my penis pressing against her round buttocks through her underwear. One hand reached for her breast; she grabbed it but didn't push away or move.
Beneath my palm, a rough grape-like nipple rubbed gently with her breath. Not big, but quite firm!
I squeezed her enormous breast—so big, so soft, so warm!
Her hand loosened, her head tilted back slightly, and a soft moan escaped her lips, "Hmm... um..."
My hand slid down smoothly.
Her pubic hair seemed unusually long? My outstretched fingers swept over it like a comb; her pubic hair was rather long, smooth like hair.
So much water, so much water, her vulva was a deep pool of moisture. I brushed my middle finger against her clitoris, feeling its bulge, the round clitoral head glistening with water, swaying from side to side under the guidance of my fingers. My thumb and forefinger gently parted her vulva, my middle finger probing further down.
"Ah..."
she mumbled, her buttocks pressing against my penis again. I was about to explode! How dare she provoke my penis now! No more restraint. I rolled over and pressed myself against her, my long sword touching her like ice and fire!
Her pubic hair had been smoothed and parted, my glans sliding down her lower abdomen. I could feel my glans gliding over her flat stomach, her long pubic hair, her erect clitoris, and as it passed over her mons pubis, it was already covered in juices.
I lowered my waist, tightened my buttocks, and thrust forward with force. The glans of my penis sensitively felt the attraction and friction of the vaginal opening. I parted her labia, and the entire glans was inside her.
It wasn't very tight.
I could feel the rhythmic contraction and friction of the vaginal walls squeezing and rubbing
against the glans. Every time I fuck, my favorite thing is to push the glans inside first. It gives me a great sense of accomplishment and conquest. I also enjoy the slight pleasure from the friction of the vestibule against the glans.
There was a lot of fluid inside her vagina, and the many folds in the vaginal walls squeezed and rubbed against the glans. With each breath and rhythm, it felt so good!
All the way in! I felt like my penis was being inserted into a tunnel filled with hot water, gripping, scalding, and sucking... She was panting and moaning softly beneath me as I thrust repeatedly, like a wolf. With each thrust, I could feel her vagina expanding, and there was even more fluid. I pulled my penis out halfway, swaying my hips, the glans rotating and rubbing inside her. But she pulled her buttocks further in—I wouldn't let her have her way! I insisted on only inserting half of my penis. She lifted her buttocks slightly, and I pulled back a little, lifted a little more, pulled back a little more… Suddenly, she stretched out a leg, hooked it around my waist, and pressed it tightly against me. I could feel my penis being slowly squeezed in, but there was no way to escape; it was simply swallowed up! Finally, we both pressed heavily onto the bed, and I could hear the bed creak in protest. At this moment, my entire penis was inside her vagina. She gripped my penis tightly, her buttocks actively twisting, giving me a feeling of constant pressure and resistance. I was happy to relax, grabbing one breast in each hand, letting them change shape under my hands. With volume, their malleability was amazing; the two nipples could even rub against each other!
She moved faster and faster, and I couldn't help but thrust in rhythm, faster and faster. Suddenly, her cries grew louder, her hands gripping my arms tightly, her head tilted back, her voice incoherent, "Oh, ah!… mmm…" Now was the time to act! I increased the frequency and amplitude of my thrusts, the sound of our bellies colliding was loud and clear, along with the hissing of pubic hair and the wetness inside her vagina… I ejaculated, feeling my penis throb inside her, like pent-up energy surging and crashing… I remained
pressed against her like that for what seemed like an eternity. She gently pushed me away, but I didn't move. She pushed me harder: “You little rascal, move aside, I'm going to wash up…”
“Come with me…”
“No!”
“Come on, I'll wash your cunt for you.”
“You rascal…”
Just then, her phone rang at the most inopportune moment.
She pushed me off, picked up the phone, went to the window, and answered it. I heard her reply with a few “uh-huhs,” then hang up and remain silent for a long time.
Was it the man in charge checking up on her?
Was she rushing to the next scene?
Could it be…?
“I need to go back, my dad’s not feeling well.”
“…Okay, I’ll take you.”
“Mmm…”
When I hailed a taxi late at night, I saw she looked incredibly thin in the darkness, her eyes listless. After seeing her off, I returned to my dorm and saw the wet stains on the sheets, but I was too exhausted to clean them up, so I collapsed into bed.
When I woke up in the morning, I saw two messages on my QQ:
“Little rascal, I’ve arrived. My dad has a heart condition, just got to the hospital.”
“Little rascal, it’s alright… Also, you were so fierce!”
I sniffed the scent she left on my pillow.

V. Reversed Day and Night

They still chatted at the same time every day, but as they became more intimate, the topics of conversation became increasingly cheesy:
"Your pubic hair is so long."
"You little rascal...can't you pay attention to something else?"
"Something else? Oh, your breasts are so big, I can't handle them!"
"I'm not talking to you anymore! I'm going to sleep!"
"Can you sleep without me fucking you?"
"None of your business, you little rascal, I'll sleep with a cucumber in my mouth!"
"I'm hard, come here..."
"Get lost, I'm going to sleep!"
...
The weekend arrived as scheduled, but before the weekend, it was Friday night that arrived. Overjoyed, he ate a meal without eating, then rushed back to his dorm, his eyes gleaming, staring at her like a wolf. This time, I'm not turning off the lights!
Front insertion, back insertion, 69… It was then that I realized I could perfectly replicate so many AV moves; I realized her endurance was incredibly strong. Six times, one night, it was a repetitive battle, a short rest, then another battle…
Summer mornings come quickly. She fell into a deep sleep, exhausted, while I, overly excited, couldn't sleep.
Morning light shone through the curtains onto the bed. I gently pulled back the covers, and she was facing away from me, naked before my eyes.
Her breasts were ridiculously large, the areolas not very big, but slightly dark in color; her lower abdomen was very smooth, her long pubic hair was a tangled mess between her legs, her buttocks were pert, with a small mole on them. Her legs were long and fair. A perfect body, making me feel unreal. How could I have the chance to fuck such a good cunt?
My penis hardened, feeling a little painful. I looked at it and saw several broken skin spots on the surface of my penis, glorious wounds from last night's battle. Minor injuries don't keep me from the battlefield; I will persevere to the end!
I gently lifted one of her legs, and my penis slid effortlessly through the gap to the entrance of her vagina, which was still wet. I lubricated it slightly with the head of my penis before pushing it in.
"Mmm..." she hummed through her nose, lifting her leg slightly, but didn't react further. No objection meant permission, so I started to speed up.
Honestly, it wasn't a pleasant feeling at this point, because with each thrust, the raw skin on my penis scraped against her vaginal walls, causing a slight pain and making it difficult to concentrate on reaching the core. However, she seemed to enjoy this rhythmic
thrusting; her raised leg bent and pressed against my thigh, swaying with each movement. I really don't know how long this went on. Did I fall asleep from exhaustion? Or was I trapped and unable to move? I don't remember...
When I woke up, it was already noon. I opened my eyes and noticed that the sheets and pillowcases seemed to have been changed. Hmm, even the cover for the summer quilt had been changed. I turned over, sat up, and smelled a fragrance. Following the fragrance, I saw that the fruit plate on the table, which had been empty for a thousand years, now contained cherries, bananas, and watermelon. The watermelon had been sliced and was emitting its unique aroma. Next to the fruit plate was a lunchbox, which seemed to be full of dishes.
She was hanging clothes out to dry by the window, wearing one of my oversized t-shirts. The light revealed the alluring outline of her body, and I chuckled at her nipples.
I got up, sucked on a cherry, walked to the window, and hugged her from behind. She was startled, then relaxed instantly, playfully slapping my butt.
"Stop fooling around, let's go get something to eat."
"Let's eat together."
"I've already eaten. This is beef bone soup for you. Go eat something to nourish yourself." I emphasized the word "nourishing yourself," and roughly grabbed her chest a couple of times, laughing as she dodged and we headed straight for the lunchbox. After finishing a whole box of beef bones and two slices of watermelon, I chased away my hunger. She had just finished hanging up the laundry and was sitting across from me, watching me. I picked up a slice of watermelon and fed it to her. After she finished eating, she picked a cherry and put it to my lips: "Good boy, little rascal, have a cherry!" I even put her fingers in my mouth: "I want to eat your grapes!"
"Stop it, little rascal, I still don't have the strength..."
I walked behind her, put my hands inside the open neckline of her t-shirt, grabbed her breasts and kept kneading them: "I want to eat these two grapes!"
She grabbed my hands: "No, it's too tiring..."
"Yes, I'm so thirsty!"
As I said this, I pulled her to the bedside, gently hugged her waist, and laid her flat on the bed. I pulled open her t-shirt with one hand and her skirt with the other. Soon, she was naked in front of me. She squinted, biting her lip, one leg bent on the bed, the other draped over the edge, her alluring vulva exposed before me:
long pubic hair hung down above her clitoris in a heart shape, her clitoris beginning to swell and stand erect, her labia slightly parted, the labia a little darker in color, but revealing pink flesh inside, a slit at the vaginal opening, the unknown space within.
I got hard again, my penis throbbing slightly. Suddenly she covered her vulva with one hand: "Stop fooling around, I'll give it to you tonight. You haven't fully recovered your energy yet, it'll hurt your body if we do it... I got up this morning to change the bed and you didn't even wake up, now your eyes look like a panda's... Okay, we'll do it again tonight!"
But I didn't want it to end there, I turned around and pulled the fruit plate from the table to the bedside, took a cherry, put it in my mouth, and offered it to her. She easily sucked the cherry from my mouth, gently spitting the pit into my palm. Hmm, this game is easy. A sudden inspiration struck me. I picked up a slice of watermelon, bit a hole in it, and hung it on my erect penis, holding it out to her.
"How can you do this to me... I won't eat it..."
"Good girl, eat it, I want you to eat my penis with me..."
"I won't eat it..."
"Good girl, eat it."
She feigned reluctance, taking both my penis and the watermelon into her mouth, giving it a couple of defiant bites before eating the watermelon.
"Still dare to hold it out?"
"Have another slice, you bit me so nicely just now."
"No, I'm afraid I'll bite you off. " "Don't
worry, if you bite me off, who's going to plug your hole?"
"Or, I'll give it to you?" She gave a sly smile; how could I refuse! "Okay, come on!"
She pushed me away, took a banana from the fruit plate, peeled it, and inserted half into her vagina.
"Come on, suck me the way I sucked you last night..." How could I disobey such a beautiful woman's command? I knelt between her legs, taking two bites of the exposed part, then thrusting a small section into her vagina, back and forth. She clamped my head between her legs, lifting her buttocks, and whispered, "Don't mess around, don't mess around..." Suddenly, I used too much force, and the whole banana went in. I sucked on nothing. Damn, this is serious!
She rolled over, looking at me: "It's in, isn't it? Now you'd better get it out, or I won't take it out tonight, and you won't be able to... you know..."
I chuckled: "Can't do what? I'll put it in now, how about double-whip fucking?"
"No, if you tear the banana out of my flesh and I can't get it out, that'll be a big problem... get it out first."
If it really got torn out, things would be serious, but I had a plan. I sat behind her, spreading her legs wide across mine, thrusting into her from behind while sucking on her earlobe, my hands busy kneading her breasts. Gradually, she leaned against me, her breathing erratic, moaning softly. I looked down and saw a small part of the banana peeking out from between her pubic hair. Then, with our rhythm, more of it emerged, seemingly covered in her vaginal fluid. She looked down too, then pushed me away, rolled over, and pinned me to the bed.
"You have to eat it!"
"Come on, give me your banana cock, let me bite off the bad guy who's taking my place!"
She climbed on top of me, presenting her faintly scented vagina to my face. With a slight sway of her hips, the banana dangled near my mouth. I grabbed her buttocks, and amidst her moaning, I sucked the banana out. I could clearly see a long strand of her secretions attached to the other end of the banana. I ate the banana in one bite, then pushed her onto the bed. She covered her vulva with her hand again: "I can't do it, it'll hurt your body. You need to rest and recover your energy. You can do whatever you want tonight." I reluctantly stopped and licked her breast: "You're clearly wet, let me do it a few times." "Don't overeat, you can do whatever you want tonight." After saying that, she pushed me away and went to the bathroom naked, leaving me with an empty penis. When she came back after washing up, I was still lying on the bed like that, my penis hard and erect. She laughed: "You're so troublesome. I'll suck it for you a couple of times, but you can't ask for more!" Overjoyed, I agreed.
She was very good at oral sex, sucking my penis repeatedly, and even squeezing my testicles with her tongue. However, just as I started to get excited, she took a mouthful of cold water and sucked my penis in again. With a shiver, my penis suddenly went soft.
That
night, we had three rounds of sex, followed by various acts of licking and sucking her cunt and teasing her balls. Finally, I put my penis inside her, and we fell asleep embracing each other. Before falling asleep, I vaguely thought: This Saturday, my penis really worked hard!
When I woke up, she was gone, the room was spotless, and one of her underwear was still hanging by the window. There were a few more kinds of fruit on the table, oh, and another lunchbox—no, several. I leaned over and saw a note next to the lunchbox: I'm going back to rest, I can't take you anymore! You rest well today, I'll deal with you next time! There was a small heart drawn below, with two pubic hairs still stuck to it. I picked it up and smelled it; it had a faint, musky scent...

VI. The Truth

Every weekend, she would come over as scheduled and spend a debauched Saturday with me. Once, I thought her pubic hair was too long and would interfere with our sex, so without a word, I took scissors and cut it all off. I even rubbed that tuft of black hair inside her vagina, which had just ejaculated, a few times, getting it covered in our bodily fluids, and then put it in a small box. She was puzzled, so I told her: "Take it out and look at it when you want to have sex from Monday to Friday, to better plan your sex moves and process for the weekend
." She lightly slapped me: "You pervert, you're so lewd!" Summer turned to autumn in the blink of an eye. She didn't come this weekend. I played a basketball game with a group of gay friends, which was rare for me, but I was slightly looking forward to the evening.
On Monday night, she called. I answered and asked without asking, "Why didn't you come? I'm so hard!" "
..." A soft sob.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, I'm coming this weekend! You have to be good, don't cheat on me..." Then she hung up. Bizarre!
On Friday night, she came. After a passionate lovemaking, she lay in my arms and whispered, "I'm leaving you."
I was stunned. What?!
"I have to get married, my family is pressuring me to get married..."
"Marriage?!" I felt every muscle in my body stiffen, my voice sounding strange, though I didn't realize it at the time.
It turned out she had a boyfriend, but they weren't compatible; he had violent tendencies, and their elders had been pressuring her to marry him…
I was speechless. I admitted I didn't have the courage to marry her, but I didn't want to give up either. I could only hug her and turn off the lights.
It seemed we both knew this was our last time together, that there would be no future. That night, we both used every trick in the book, every method, every ability to satisfy each other. She said, "No one's ever touched my anus before; it's my first time." With the help of talcum oil, I finally used my anus for the first time. Normally, it would have been such a surprise, but even after I ejaculated inside, my heart felt heavy…
When I woke up in the morning, she was indeed gone. I knew I couldn't bear this kind of separation, the furthest after the deepest intimacy. The note she left was simple: "I remember you, forever!" On the note was a pair of underwear she had worn, still covered in traces of our vaginal fluids and semen. This must be the only recorder...
...

VII. Farewell, Strangers

Time doesn't slow down because of personal sadness; another summer has arrived in the blink of an eye. I went to M County on a business trip and stayed there for the night. As I walked out of the hotel and strolled along the brightly lit streets, I glanced back, and it seemed to be her?! I turned back again, and it really was her! She was walking with a man. She seemed to notice me watching her, and after walking with her head down for a while, she suddenly looked up and smiled at me. The man seemed to notice, turned to look at her, and she stopped smiling, walking away with the man into the crowd...

[The End]

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