Playing with a remote-controlled vibrator with my girlfriend

Playing with a remote-controlled vibrator with my girlfriend.
This summer, I met a little girl. Our parents, I don't know how they met, actually tried to match us up.
When they first told me, I couldn't help but smile wryly. What kind of nonsense is this,
introducing a girl not even 20 to a 25-year-old unmarried man like me? But who am I? A fan of little girls!
So I went, dressed casually but a bit flamboyantly. After meeting her, I immediately changed my mind. The girl was nice,
well-behaved, cute, playful, and pretty. Well, her figure... well, I can work on it later. City girls are generally
more free-spirited, especially girls this age in Shanghai, exuding a natural cuteness—
except, of course, for the legendary brainless ones.
We got along well afterward, and a year passed. During her sophomore year summer vacation, I finally slept with her.
A man has to take responsibility. Although I've had a few relationships, some with more love, some with more being loved,
none of them lasted for various reasons. Shortly after I pushed the girl down, my dad told me that both sets of parents had decided
to get us engaged. My heart sank; had they found out I'd pushed their daughter? Later, they told me that
the two families already had a good relationship, and they'd originally wanted us to try dating. If it worked out, they planned to get us engaged anyway
, and they'd consulted us
on the matter. That day, when we were having dinner together and the girl brought it up, she blushed, looked at me shyly, and nodded.
I was furious! Afterwards, I dragged her outside and glared at her, saying, "Just wait till I get my hands on you! How dare you
agree before me!" (I'm a man, I…%*…) She looked at me strangely, her face
turned cold, and she went back to her room, putting a huge piece of chili pepper in my soup in front of everyone at the table. Looking at the
strange expressions on the faces of the elderly men and women—surprised yet clearly trying to suppress their laughter—I thought painfully, "I can't afford to offend this woman
."
Before I knew it, the girl was 21. She'd matured a bit, lost some of her bookish air, and surprisingly showed
the potential to develop into a sexy, sophisticated beauty. I was overjoyed. My already delicate breasts had also
seen some results thanks to my year-long efforts. We even had occasional outdoor encounters.
Later, I heard from a female online friend that she was talking about sex toys, specifically remote-controlled ones. I immediately became interested and ordered
one online. The day it arrived, my girlfriend was home. She opened the package and stormed into the kitchen, angrily confronting
me. She asked if I'd been holding back for a while. I was taken aback. "You know about these things?" she asked. She raised an eyebrow. "What era are we living in?
How could I not know about sex toys? Just look at the instructions and I'll know what you're up to."
After dinner, I saw her sprawled on the table playing on her laptop,
her small, cotton panties peeking out from under her pajamas. I suddenly attacked from behind, slipping my hand inside her panties. She let out a soft moan: "Stop
it!" How could I let her go? One hand continued its daily work on her genitals,
while the other held her waist. After a while, she softened and stopped playing on her laptop, shyly begging
, "Stop teasing me." Seeing her flushed face, I turned her over, took off her nightgown, and pulled
down her panties to reveal her delicate pink genitals. A few soft hairs clung to her labia. I parted her labia with two fingers, revealing
a pink paradise. The writhing vaginal opening and the exposed, trembling clitoris aroused my lust.
Her body was quite sensitive (of course, this refers to stimulation by someone she psychologically accepted; fellow
"perverts," please don't indulge in fantasies). I placed my fingertips on either side of her clitoris and pressed down, causing her lovely clitoris to emerge from her foreskin
. My thumb, moistened with bodily fluids at the entrance, gently pressed against her protruding clitoris. Her lower abdomen
tightened instantly, then softened. My middle and index fingers rubbed together at the entrance for a moment, noticing her breathing quicken.
She wasn't a shy girl when it came to sex, but she still got shy during intercourse, her face flushed and
incredibly cute. As soon as my two fingers entered, I felt the soft, moist folds of her vaginal walls warmly enveloping me.
I inserted about two knuckles, pressing my fingertips upwards slightly against the anterior vaginal wall—I didn't really
find the so-called G-spot, though it was slightly hard. However, she was definitely sensitive to this spot, her legs clamping my hand tightly.
I kissed her lips, one hand slipping under her bra to grasp her well-developed breasts. Then I
began to gently massage her clitoris with my fingers, feeling her tense body. While sucking on her earlobe, I said, "Spread your legs
a little wider, let me take good care of you." But she resisted stubbornly. My expression changed, and then I quickly and lightly touched her clitoris
with my thumb, drawing circles. She kept her legs clamped together, but every few seconds she took a deep breath, clearly
struggling against the pleasure between her legs.
"Heh, but you'll always fail," I chuckled mischievously, starting to fidget with my finger. She noticed my wicked expression
and bit her lower lip to calm herself, but as I gradually increased the stimulation, her
legs gradually weakened, her expression still showing her struggling. "Heh, isn't that obvious?"
After about four or five minutes, she suddenly opened her eyes and kissed me. I was momentarily stunned; why was she being so
proactive? Then I realized it was because the pleasure had accumulated too much, and she was too shy to let me see her expression.
I didn't rush to pull away, continuing to kiss her while using my hand. But as her breathing
became erratic from the kiss, her body became increasingly uncontrollable, gradually approaching orgasm. She no longer cared what I looked at,
thrusting her abdomen against my finger, panting heavily.
But I slowed the speed of my fingers. I teasingly asked her, "Want it?" She opened her eyes, dazed and confused,
moaning, "Ugh, hurry up." Hehe, I moved my fingers again. "Let's rest for a bit, then go out and play with a vibrator,
okay?" She was startled, then looked at me with a wronged expression, silent.
After a few seconds, she closed her eyes again, moaning in pain, kicking her legs wildly, her genitals rubbing against my hand
. "Give it to me quickly. I want it." I thrust again, and when she was flushed and her vagina began to contract, she
placed one hand on mine, suddenly trying to sit up, her lower abdomen thrusting forward, her legs clamping together. I grabbed her waist with one hand and
pulled her closer to my legs, but my other hand stopped again. She was clearly exhausted. I
whispered in her ear, stimulating her, "I'll give it to you if we play with a vibrator tonight."
She trembled and nodded. Her vaginal walls gripped my fingers tightly as I spoke.
I teased her, telling her to relax her fingers, as I was getting aroused. I started thrusting. She screamed, then bit
my shoulder. Her body tensed to the extreme, her legs, spread apart by my body, pressed against the bed, forcefully thrusting her vulva forward.
A large amount of fluid gushed from her tight passage.
After about ten seconds, she went limp. Her vulva weakly yielded to my fingers. I
supported her weight with my legs and slowly resumed my movements, lowering my head to suckle her neck and collarbone, stroking her back
and hair. I helped her gradually calm down.
After a while, she finally calmed down. I looked down at my hand, feeling a little incredulous. I asked her
if I had used too much force, if she had squirted. I opened her limp labia and found the small opening below her clitoris contracting
and expanding, with a little fluid squeezing out. I laughed; apparently, I had used too much force and couldn't control myself during orgasm
.
Afterwards, I took her to shower, and then groped her until her lips were spitting out perfume, but I didn't do anything more. Around
8 PM, when I suggested taking the vibrator out, MM looked nervous and refused. I chuckled, "Little
rascal, you just promised." MM glared at me, bit her lip, and lowered her head in agreement.
I unpacked the vibrator, and MM, looking helpless and shy, spread her legs on the bed as I asked, then used her hands to separate
her labia. I applied some lubricant to the vibrator, turned it on, and MM turned her head away, unable to look, her breathing becoming
rapid. When I pushed the vibrator into her vagina, I noticed MM's whole body trembling, and her vagina
clearly resisted the little thing. Her vaginal opening kept wriggling, but seemed helpless. I pushed the vibrator in,
leaving the string attached to it outside, and pulled up her bright blue plaid panties with ties on both sides.
Then I made MM stand up. The vibrating vibrator was obviously too stimulating; MM stood up trembling, her thighs
turned inwards, her legs pressed tightly together, and she was somewhat unsteady. According to netizens' experiences, this is normal at first;
it gets better once you overcome the initial psychological discomfort. Suddenly, her legs bent downwards, and upon closer inspection, I noticed her underwear was
slightly bulging.
I was startled, then realized what was happening, and went to get a panty liner for her. I then had her squeeze the vibrator, and once she confirmed
it wasn't falling down anymore, I had her change her clothes. She stood behind the door, her legs tightly pressed together, unwilling to move
, but I gently lifted her out. After
turning off the vibrator, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the outfit I had dressed her in—a strapless short dress—and
her slightly flustered expression, she looked very charming. Then I took her to the elevator. Her expression and posture were clearly a little
strange; she wasn't used to having the vibrator inserted in her vagina. I said, "If you do this, people will notice, you
have to be careful on the way." She looked nervous. After getting out of the elevator, the building manager was reading a magazine downstairs. I deliberately turned
on the vibrator and greeted her.
Then I walked outside, only to find MM standing there anxiously, her hands clasped tightly together below her abdomen
, looking at me expectantly. I said, "If you're not coming, I'm leaving first," and even winked at her. She
walked towards me with an annoyed expression, her legs moving surprisingly naturally. I wondered if she was angry.
But as soon as we stepped outside, she buried her face in my chest, looking like she was about to cry, "Honey, don't torture me like this
. I'll play with you when no one's around, okay? I feel so bad." Oh, so that's what happened. Hehe, I kissed her, then
quickly and secretly adjusted myself, calmly pulling her towards the outside of the complex.
MM kept her legs tightly pressed together as she walked, slowly being led by me. I turned on intermittent vibration mode, and
then, amidst her panicked expression, said, "You have to keep up." I took a few steps forward. In the deserted area, MM
stood helplessly in place, hesitant to move. I smiled, turned, and started to walk away. She immediately panicked,
calling my name with a hint of tears in her voice.
I turned back and said to her, "Don't be afraid, it'll be alright, just hang in there, okay?" I slowly walked over.
She took a step with a frown, clearly lacking strength, and almost fell. I chuckled, quietly watching
her suppress her pleasure as she threw herself into my arms and hugged me.
She looked at me with such a pitiful expression. When a woman is vulnerable, comforting her can be very effective. (Uh, I admit,
I was a bit despicable. Hmm.) So I pulled her to a nearby bench and comforted her, but she wasn't really
in pain. According to female netizens' experiences, once the psychological factors are overcome, the proportion of pleasure is greater. Sure
enough, after MM sat down, she wasn't angry. With worry, she pressed her hands on her skirt, her legs unconsciously parting slightly
, her face flushed. After comforting her, I told her
she could overcome her fear and promised to protect her with my strong, masculine strength. Gradually, her body relaxed, and she
leaned gently against me. "Hmm," I thought to myself, secretly pleased with myself. "This mouth of mine was born to coax women!" I then let her
walk slowly beside me, gradually helping her control her breathing and movements. Once she was a little more comfortable,
I took her outside the neighborhood.
We walked along our usual route, occasionally turning the remote control on and off, initially only on a low setting.
Feeling her stiffening and adjusting from time to time filled me with excitement.
When we crossed the overpass, I stopped holding her hand and let her walk on her own. She looked up at me, her face flushed
, her eyes blinking occasionally. She slowly lifted her leg behind me, suppressing the intense pleasure in her groin as we
walked onto the overpass. "Damn," I said, hugging her and giving her a passionate kiss. "
Wow, she actually managed to resist!" (A netizen commented: "The first time I used it myself, I didn't dare turn it on when I went out.") Perhaps
due to a lack of protection, the psychological stimulation was greater. MM also showed some joy
, as if rewarded, and gradually her movements returned to their usual liveliness as she adapted.
Then I took MM to the mall to buy clothes. While MM was picking out clothes, I teased her a few times from time to time, but the
problem was clearly not so bad anymore, and she walked much more naturally. I helped her pick out a short-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of sexy white hot pants,
and then I watched her blush as she carried a bag of clothes to the checkout.
The sales assistant even teased MM, saying, "Are you newly in love? Your boyfriend is accompanying you to buy clothes, and you're blushing so much!" MM
was very embarrassed. When buying shoes, MM nervously pressed down on her skirt and lifted her leg so I could change her shoes. The sales assistant
smiled at us and then walked away. MM then playfully hit me, saying, "Don't turn on such a strong vibration!"
"Hehe," I chuckled apologetically, admitting I'd accidentally pressed the button a little too high.
After an hour of shopping, MM was practically leaning on me, her face
flushing every now and then. I held her soft, limp waist and led her to the bus stop. I told her
to walk to the bus by herself, as I might have to turn up the speed.
MM pouted and rolled her eyes. The bus arrived, and I turned the vibrator up a notch. MM clearly
tensed up, taking a few steps towards the door with some difficulty. I boarded, swiped my card, and watched her grit
her teeth and struggle to walk to the door, but MM's expression changed, and she quickly swiped her card again, pulling my
clothes along as she ran to the second-to-last row of double seats at the back of the bus.
I smiled, "Why did you come so readily?" She looked distressed, "Oh dear, I accidentally leaked some." I paused
, then laughed, and a few passengers who had just boarded glanced at me.
It wasn't far from home, but I took the bus because I knew my girlfriend couldn't walk. It was her first time, and I was being too much; she
'd definitely punish me by not letting me go to bed with her that night.
My girlfriend was sitting there, fidgeting. I leaned down and whispered in her ear if she was about to climax. She said no
, it was cold and uncomfortable down there. I let her lean against me, and with one hand, I lifted her skirt from her right side and
slipped my hand inside. She was clearly startled, gave a soft moan, and acquiesced.
Pulling down her panties, I found one side of her thigh was already wet; the side leakage earlier was indeed true.
Then, I slipped my hand inside through the gap in her panties, immediately feeling a wet, sticky sensation. My girlfriend's fluids were a bit sticky
, unlike my ex-girlfriends who had thin, clear liquids—I didn't quite understand.
But my fingers found the opening, gently pressed it against the slowly moving vibrator, then released it
, pushing it back in, making my girlfriend fidget restlessly in my arms. I looked around, then my hand slid
to the side and untied one of the ties on her panties. Then I helped MM sit up. After so many experiences, MM
seemed somewhat calm, but I later learned she was just terrified.
Instead of pulling out her underwear, I deftly unfastened the other side, inserting my fingers to grab the vibrator. However, because her vaginal
walls were too tight, it slipped around inside. MM was afraid of being discovered, so she had no choice but to sit upright, keeping her upper body still
while slightly twisting her lower body, her legs on the carriage floor, slightly supporting her waist as she tried to squeeze the vibrator
. The moment the vibrator was pushed out of her body, she felt completely drained and sat down.
I pulled her underwear out from between her legs, and her expression changed strangely. Then I turned
off the vibrator and put it away. I padded her skirt, then slid my fingers directly inside.
Although we'd had a few passionate encounters outdoors, they were all in familiar and safe environments. The bus
felt too special. MM was afraid of being discovered, enduring the stimulation, yet her body desperately needed it, but she was also afraid of reaching orgasm.
She seemed lost and conflicted. But since it wasn't far from home, and we couldn't be too rough, we arrived at the station before she reached her climax
. She whispered, "Let's sit a little longer."
I said, "The late bus takes a long time, and you don't have any underwear right now, so get off first." Knowing I was deliberately being mischievous, and
having no other choice, she carefully followed me off the bus. With every step I took, I could feel
her trembling, her warm, excited body quivering in my arms, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her skirt. After a long walk through the neighborhood, we greeted the aunt at the door,
took the elevator, and finally got back to our room.
As soon as we entered, she revealed her true colors. She threw me onto the bed and actually mounted me. I stared wide-eyed,
quickly pulling down my pants and underwear, watching in horror as she sat on top of me, swallowing my erect penis, her hands pressing against
me as she rapidly lifted and lowered her hips, her legs supporting her weight on the bed. She lasted for over a minute!
I was shocked: she has amazing stamina.
Then, MM sat on me, her whole body trembling and her legs clamped together. She hit me a few times, looking impatient, and said, "Hurry
up." I snapped out of it, mounted her, and started thrusting. We can't lose in a stamina contest, right? As my penis kept
appearing and disappearing between her legs, MM finally lost her strength and reached orgasm.
Looking at MM's pleading face, I knew she had reached her limit. My poor penis, after enjoying her tightness and irrigating,
was still erect. But I still pulled out, and MM said apologetically, "Come here." She arched her body with one hand, lay
on top of me, and opened her small mouth to take it in... The following content is not suitable for children.
Afterwards, MM fell asleep first, exhausted. I took her to take a shower, changed her underwear, and went back to the room, only to be stunned.
I let out a wail: "Damn, how am I supposed to sleep on such a wet bed?"
Postscript: Afterwards, I faced my girlfriend's crazy revenge, even making things difficult for me, like a savage girlfriend, making me
walk back to the house from the building auntie wearing her high heels. It was inhuman. I won't go into the later parts
. I don't do it often, because I want to protect my girlfriend's private parts. I do it once every now and then. Emotional intelligence comes first, lust
comes second. To be sensual without being lewd—that's true mastery. By the heavens above, that's all!
[The End]

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