My Sexual Journey (February 5th) Author: fengwuzhijia

Author: fengwuzhijia
Word Count: 21126
Chapter Two
This man seems nice, but why is he playing with my body like this? Am I too promiscuous?
I've lost myself.
I know his fingers didn't penetrate deeply, but it still made me unable to stop. After I recovered, I couldn't even walk; my whole
body was weak. Back in the dorm, I took off my skirt and underwear and found bloodstains on my skirt, but not on my underwear . Right,
my underwear had been pulled down. How could there be bleeding? I was so worried that something had been damaged.
At that time, I didn't know much about the hymen. Actually, it was probably because his fingers penetrated a little too deeply and broke my hymen.
After that, I didn't see him for a long time. My lower body was a little sore, and I was afraid that something like this would happen again. She asked me why I didn't
see him. I said I was busy, that I had exams coming up, and I needed to study to prepare for them. After all, this semester has been too crazy. He
kept wanting to see me, but I kept putting it off. Actually, I missed him terribly. Really, I always thought that it wasn't because he gave me
an orgasm that caused this attachment, but who can clearly tell?
Soon, the semester's exams were over, and I felt so relaxed. I wanted to see him, right now. Where were you? I
boarded the bus to his school; I was going to find him. Back then, there were no cell phones, so I used a 200-yuan card to
call his dorm. Someone else answered, and I felt a little disappointed, but then he answered immediately. "I miss you," I blurted
out. "What are you doing?" he asked. He said, "I'm preparing for exams. Why are you calling me?"
I said, "I'm in the phone booth downstairs. Come down, I'll wait for you."
He came down, and we hugged each other tightly, so close we forgot about the people around us. I
pulled away: "There are people here." I took his hand and led him towards our familiar grove of trees. We
hugged each other tightly, and I kept kissing him, wanting to kiss back all the longing I'd felt during this time. Our tongues
swirled together, and he stroked my back firmly, from top to bottom, all the way to my buttocks, then back and forth. That
wasn't enough to satisfy my needs. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my breasts. He understood and began to knead
my breasts, that familiar pressure sending waves of pleasure through my left breast. Knead it harder, I want it. Ahhhhhh
, ahhhhhh, I gasped for breath, but my tongue didn't want to leave his. My lower body
started secreting fluid again. I trembled, my legs were so weak, I couldn't stand. His left hand, which was behind my neck, moved down to
my waist, preventing me from collapsing. He seemed unsatisfied with touching my breasts outside my clothes, so he reached
inside, unhooked my bra, lifted my t-shirt, and vigorously kneaded my left breast. No, the shame in my heart
reminded me that it was daytime, and someone could come here at any moment, ahhhhhh.
I gasped, "This won't do, someone will see us, stop kneading, go for it, stop this."
Although I said no, I had no strength, and I didn't resist. I needed it, I liked it.
He seemed to understand this, pulled down my t-shirt, and hugged me tightly, my breasts
squeezing against his chest until they were deformed. We went out for a day like that, and when we came back that night, I gave him oral sex in the woods.
That day, I swallowed his semen again. I also experienced an orgasm.
When the holidays came, we reluctantly parted ways and went home. The days at home were hard to bear; I
thought of him constantly, that man, my man. My father didn't want me to leave early, and I was an obedient child, so I stayed home,
unable to go anywhere. Days passed like this. School started, and I was going to see my man.
We met again. It had been over a month since I'd seen him, and he seemed a little unfamiliar. I didn't rush at him,
precisely because of this unfamiliarity, but he hugged me tightly, and we kissed again. I was searching for that feeling from before
; it felt so familiar.
That night, we ate on the third floor of the cafeteria, and after dinner, we sat there chatting.
The third floor of our school cafeteria was the first to stop serving food; the lights usually went out at 8 pm. Only the moonlight shone in from outside. Some
couples would meet here, and tonight we were here to talk about our lovesickness. He sat there and had me lie
down with my head on his lap, saying it felt good. Actually, I had a feeling he was going to do something, but I let it go. I slowly
lay down, my head between his legs. I could clearly feel his penis was hard, pressing against my head
. We talked, and he stroked my hair with his left hand while his right hand quietly moved to my breast. My breathing
quickened; he hadn't touched my breasts in a long time, and I was looking forward to that feeling.
His right hand began to knead my breasts forcefully, my breasts were being wantonly kneaded in his hands, and my
body heaved under the intense stimulation. He was so good at it; after kneading one breast, he moved on to kneading the other
. Ahhhhh! Ah, so good, I gasped for breath, moaning softly, my legs clamping together, my hips
twitching, and a long-awaited fluid flowing from my lower body. After rubbing outside my clothes for a while, his hand
moved down my body, reaching inside, caressing my lower abdomen and waist, gently stroking back and forth, slowly moving
upwards until it touched my bra. He didn't knead my breasts, but instead followed the bra's hook,
gently squeezing it until it loosened. My breasts suddenly lost their pressure. I closed my eyes, biting my lip,
waiting for his penetration. He flipped open my bra, lifted my shirt, and my two
breasts, which he had ravaged to an enormous size, sprang out, completely exposed to the air. Luckily, there were dining tables in front and behind me; otherwise, even in the dim
moonlight, my large breasts would have been seen, and what would that have looked like? What a lewd scene! He was roughly
kneading and grabbing my breasts, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, the pleasure came again, ahhhhhh,
he was pinching and grinding my nipples, my nipples were so big from his playing, he was stimulating my
nipples alternately, sometimes roughly kneading my breasts, and then focusing on my nipples, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh,
I couldn't take it anymore, my body was twisting, the liquid had already flowed into my anus, I could feel the mud in my anus.
I wanted to scream, but there were people around, I suppressed it, ahhhhhhh. He put his left hand around my head and
pressed it towards his penis, my head was pressed tightly against his penis. He stopped playing with my breasts, his hand began
to move towards my abdomen, when he got to my jeans, he wanted to put it inside, but the pants were too tight, so he unbuttoned my buttons.
Girls don't wear belts, which made things much easier for him. He unzipped my pants, reached inside, and
rubbed my genitals against my underwear. Ah...ah...ah. I moved my lower body to match his friction, and he pressed my underwear
into my vulva with his fingers. The roughness of the underwear made me slightly uncomfortable, but more pleasure swept through my body.
Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhh. "I want you to put it inside," I whispered, so softly that I
could barely hear myself. What's wrong with me? I'm asking him to touch my vulva directly with his hand. Is this me? But I feel uncomfortable.
He heard me, and he placed his fingers from the edge of my underwear and covered my vulva with his palm, stretching the underwear. Then,
two of his fingers sank into my vulva, which must have been quite a mess by now. I could feel his palm
was already soaked with my fluids. His fingers rubbed back and forth inside my vagina, from my clitoris to my anus
and back again, repeatedly. My throbbing lower body seemed to anticipate his further actions.
"Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh," I gasped, moaning softly. "
Fuck me, fuck me now, I want it, I want it," I babbled incoherently. His middle finger slipped into my vagina, moving
in and out. Though not deep, the intense, rapid thrusting made me writhe violently, my lower body rising to meet his
thrusts. The constantly flowing vaginal fluid was the best lubricant. "
I want to kiss that, give it to me," I said. I was demanding a cock; I desperately wanted to suck a cock.
His right hand continued thrusting, while his left hand unzipped his pants, revealing a large cock right in front of me. It
trembled, and some fluid leaked from the large glans. Good heavens, he wasn't wearing underwear; his cock had
come out directly after unzipping his pants. He had planned this all along.
The penis in front of me reeked of a fishy, pungent smell, but I couldn't care less. I turned to the side and
took his penis into my mouth, swallowing and spitting it out, saliva constantly flowing. I didn't want it to leave my mouth, so I
swallowed it along with the filth and saliva on it. Turning to the side, I raised my left leg to make it easier for
him to penetrate me, making his fingers more flexible. Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhh! He penetrated deeper
. "Fuck me, I really want to." And so, my vagina and mouth were possessed by this man's fingers and penis.
As the pleasure in my vagina increased, I gradually squeezed my legs together, increasing the speed at which I swallowed and spit 　　out his penis, my tongue
licking the glans forcefully. Ahh ...
At the same time, his penis swelled up, and he forcefully
pressed my head down with his left hand, his penis pressing deeply against my throat. Streams of semen shot into my throat
, and I couldn't breathe. I tried to break free, but my body was limp and his strong arm held me firmly in place.
I couldn't resist and could only wait for him to finish. His penis went limp immediately after ejaculating, and I swallowed
his semen in large gulps, coughing incessantly. I was panting heavily. His penis was much smaller after it went limp,
covered in a mixture of semen and saliva, which clung to my face. I could clearly smell the semen
, the smell I liked.
After a while, I straightened my clothes and went to the toilet to urinate and wipe the mud from my genitals. He followed me
. Since it was a public toilet, there were only two stalls, one for a man and one for a woman, separated only by a thin wooden
partition. We went into the stalls separately. Soon, I heard the sound of him urinating. I quickly wiped my genitals and
squatted down to pee; the sound of my urine was so clear. Knock, knock, knock, he knocked on my door.
I asked, "What do you want? I'll be right there."
He said, "Open the door, baby."
So I pulled up my pants and opened the door for him. He rushed into the women's restroom, grabbed me from behind, and
pulled down my pants.
I asked him, "What are you doing? Let go." I struggled to get away.
He panted heavily and said, "I want to put it in you, let me put it in." "
You just came, don't do this, we're back now," I whispered. But he wouldn't listen.
He was so strong; I couldn't resist. He pulled my pants down to my knees.
"Baby, stick your ass out, quick," he said breathlessly.
Since things were like this, I figured I'd let him do whatever he wanted. I knew he wanted to put his penis in my vagina. He aimed his penis
at my vagina; I felt it touch me, but it was just a soft thing, not inside. He was in
a hurry and told me he'd be done soon. I glanced back and saw him using his gloved hand to stroke his penis, but it
remained limp and wouldn't get hard. Maybe he'd just ejaculated, or maybe he was too nervous.
He eventually gave up, but then he brought his mouth to my vulva, pressing his face against it, and kissed my genitals
. His nose, mouth, and chin were covered in my fluids—a mixture of urine and vaginal fluid.
We left the restroom. I was going to go outside with him, but he pulled me back to the seat,
kissing me and touching my breasts. I felt aroused again; this couldn't go on like this. He stopped rubbing my breasts,
unzipped my pants again, and pulled them down. He took out his penis, and this time
it was hard. It seemed he wouldn't let me leave without penetrating me today. He made me stand up and sit down in front of his penis
. I agreed and slowly sat down. His penis was already touching my vulva. As I lowered further,
my buttocks tightened, and I quickly pulled away from his penis. It hurt so much! How could I possibly get it in if it hurt so much? I
told him it hurt, and he said it was okay, it always hurt the first time, just bear with it. But we tried several times and still couldn't get it in.
Just as we were trying again, a light suddenly came on.
"The cafeteria is closing," a strange man's voice came from afar.
Oh my god, even though we were far away, I was sure he could see my naked buttocks. I quickly pulled up my pants.
He was simple; he just put his penis in his crotch and zipped it up. Before he even zipped it up, I pulled up my pants and headed straight
for the back stairs, zipping it up as I went. He followed closely behind me. This was so dangerous
! If the school caught me, I would definitely be expelled. How could I face my classmates and parents?
From then on, we never went to the third floor of the cafeteria again.
[To be continued]
Chapter 3
Another winter arrived unexpectedly, and our sexual activity decreased considerably. Most of the time, I would use my mouth and tongue to
suck him out. I especially loved the feeling of his penis thrusting in and out of my mouth, particularly when he was about to ejaculate. His penis would
swell, filling my mouth, and the sticky semen would gush in, which I would then swallow
. His semen was my favorite. However, after he ejaculated, I wouldn't immediately spit out his penis. I would feel his
soft penis with my mouth and then tease the opening with my tongue. He seemed particularly sensitive at the opening after ejaculating
, and he would always laugh at my teasing, saying he couldn't take it. Later, I got used to
teasing that area after he ejaculated. If he didn't laugh, I would continue, making him uncomfortable until he laughed.
Every time we met, the fact that his penis was soft and wouldn't get hard in the bathroom became a staple of our jokes. He
would also laugh at me running away with my pants up. He never actually penetrated me. Honestly, as a virgin, it's not so
easy for such a big penis to be inserted. Besides, we didn't have money for a hotel room, and we were too embarrassed to ask. Actually, his lustful
nature was all from porn; he had some theory, but no practical experience.
Winter break arrived, and we reluctantly parted ways, only able to call each other on the landline at home. We couldn't say
anything mushy, afraid our parents would hear. I wished school would start soon.
I eagerly awaited the start of school. My breasts were kneaded and played with, my fingers were inserted into my vagina, and I used my mouth to stimulate his penis. Eating his semen became
a mandatory course for us in the new semester. He played with my entire body, but his poor penis never
fulfilled its desire.
My breasts grew bigger and bigger, my areolas grew larger and darker in color, all because of him
. All that kneading and kissing would inevitably cause this. Every time I went to the bathhouse with my friend, she would laugh at me: "Oh dear, what happened to you? Did
he touch you too much?" Then she would laugh. I blushed, covered my breasts, and said, "Don't laugh!
I didn't! You're still talking! Don't say it again!" During the
May Day holiday, I took him home to meet my parents. A lot of relatives came, commenting and asking all
sorts of questions. I carefully handled their questions for him, and they still laughed at me.
At night, my mother and I slept in one room, while he slept with my father. My father treated him like a thief
. He even followed me when I went to the bathroom at night (which was outside). We didn't have a chance to be intimate
. But how could I bear having him beside me without being able to caress or kiss each other? I craved his penis; I
wanted his penis.
One day, I said I was going to take him to a classmate's house. My father said, "Go ahead, but come back early."
Haha, I secretly rejoiced and quickly grabbed him. I led him to
a small grove of trees near the rice paddies close to my house. I don't know when I became so wanton. I freed my breasts from my bra,
my clothes billowing up to reveal a pair of large breasts. It was still a bit chilly, so I threw myself into his arms, pulling open
the shirt beneath his coat. I pressed my breasts tightly against his chest, skin to skin against his
body. He wrapped me in his clothes, keeping me warm. I could hear his heartbeat, I could feel his hot,
powerful chest. He slipped his hands inside my clothes from behind, caressing my bare back. I greedily
kissed him, our tongues swirling, exchanging saliva, more and more saliva, which we swallowed,
the mixture of our saliva. Ahhhh, I want it, seeing you but not being able to have you is so painful. His hand reached
into my crotch, touching my clitoris, then repeatedly probing inside 　　my 　　vulva 　　. 　　"
Ah 　　... I swallowed his semen, continuing to suck 　　and spit out his penis even after it had gone soft. He seemed unable to take it anymore and finally laughed. This was our secret signal, like a command. 　　Hearing it, I stopped and reluctantly spat out his penis. It was so stimulating; my throat only then felt a little sore. Although 　　I didn't orgasm, the intense deep throat stimulation gave me unprecedented satisfaction, and seeing 　　his satisfied expression made me feel especially good too. He put his penis away, and I shyly nestled in his arms, holding him for a 　　long time. Darling, you must love me well from now on. 　　Back at school, we resumed our familiar lives. Sometimes he came to my place, sometimes I went to his, and 　　the days passed one by one. After summer vacation, we entered our senior year. I prepared for graduate school because undergraduates 　　couldn't find jobs in this city. During our review period, I set a rule for us: we would only meet once a week, 　　and for only three hours. It might be cruel, but I wanted to stay in this city. After those three hours of passion came the 　　mountains of books, while he didn't take the graduate school entrance exam; he went straight to finding a job. He found a job at the job fair in December, while I 　　tried to find one too, but to no avail. The postgraduate entrance exam in January didn't bring me any surprises, but rather a harsh reality: I 　　failed. 　　What should I do? He found a job, while I failed miserably. 　　I didn't want to be separated from him; I needed him, I loved him. Would he despise me if he knew I hadn't passed? 　　I was at a loss, my mind a jumble of chaotic thoughts. 　　I told him, and at first he didn't react, which saddened me. " 　　Try again next year, study hard," he said to me. 　　I said, "What if I still don't pass? 　　I'll support you." He said something that brought tears to my eyes, and I immediately buried my face in his chest. 　　[To be continued] 　　Chapter Four 　　I think graduation is something every student looks forward to, no longer bound by various constraints. But for 　　me, it was a different story. I needed to continue preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam, but I had to move out of the school. Finally, we decided 　　to rent a room—in fact, we could only afford one room; we couldn't afford the whole place, so we shared. 　　On June 10th, he helped me move into a shared apartment with a couple. They were very welcoming.

They helped us with our things and told us about their situation. They were students at school who wanted to live together
, so they were cohabiting. Haha, actually, everyone knows what's really going on.
My husband and I were busy until very late. While we were busy, I heard moaning coming from next door
. Because there was only one wall between us, the sound was very clear.
"Ahhhhh, ahhhhhh," the moaning made my heart race. It was the first time I'd ever heard someone else
moan. The sound was like magic, making me feel hot all over. That boy was fucking her. Then, my husband
hugged me from behind, kissing my earlobes and behind my ears. He kneaded my breasts with both hands. Ah…ah…ah…,
I tilted my head back, enjoying his kisses on my ears—such a sensitive spot! My husband put his hands inside my bra
, releasing my breasts, and then vigorously kneaded them with both hands. My breasts changed shape constantly in his palms
, and sometimes he would pinch my nipples. Ah...ah...ah..., my body reacted, vaginal fluid
seeped out continuously, and my whole body went numb. At this moment, my husband's hand moved down my body, unzipped my pants, and reached inside
, touching my vulva. His fingers rubbed back and forth inside my vulva.
"Ah...husband, ah...husband," I twisted my body, letting my husband knead my breasts and touch my
private parts. The moans from next door grew louder, as if she was challenging us newlyweds.
My husband picked me up and slowly placed me on the bed, took off my t-shirt, and removed my bra.
For the first time, my breasts were fully exposed to him in such a bright environment. Tonight, I was going to truly belong to him. Shyly
, I pulled my husband closer, and he hurriedly took off his shirt, pressing his body against my breasts and kissing
me passionately. Our tongues intertwined, and he seemed to want to penetrate me with his tongue, deeply inserting it into my mouth.
My husband kissed me fiercely while one hand kneaded my breasts. "Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, husband,
husband," I groaned, my legs clamping together for the pleasure of friction. I grabbed his hand and pulled it towards my
vagina, and he slipped it inside, inserting his fingers.
"Ah...ah...ah..." I moaned, shouting loudly. I didn't care anymore; if
they could shout so loudly, so could I.
My husband suddenly got up and pulled down my pants. I lay there, looking at him, panting heavily. I knew
what was about to happen. My pants and underwear were pulled down by my husband. I was completely naked in
front of him. I clamped my legs together, crossed my arms over my chest. I was shy. Although he had touched me and
inserted his fingers countless times, I had never been so completely naked in front of him. I was both nervous and expectant of his next move. He saw
my virgin body and quickly pulled down his pants and underwear.
A man's naked body was displayed before me. His penis was erect and trembling,
the glans relatively large, surrounded by thick, wild black hair. His body was truly magnificent; broad
shoulders and a full chest, not a single fat spot, his strong muscles displaying the passion of a mature man. I
bit my lip, looking at my husband's penis, the moans of the couple next door echoing in my ears. My husband began to
touch my thighs, as if enjoying his prey, caressing my thighs. So sensitive, I began to move my
body, anticipating his next move. He slowly spread my legs with both hands until my vulva was completely
exposed to him. He lowered his head, approaching my genitals. He used his fingers to separate my labia majora,
then forcefully separated my labia minora. Ah, he could see my vulva now. Being
seen so closely by a man filled me with unbearable shame. I tilted my head back, panting heavily, twisting my hips, constantly arching my upper body. I couldn't take it anymore
; I grabbed my breasts and began to knead them.
"Ah...ah...ah...stop looking, use your fingers on me, I want it," I blurted out my inner
lust.
He didn't use his fingers on me, but instead climbed on top of me, pressing his fingers against my breasts. I hugged him tightly,
my fingers gripping his back. He spread my legs wide with his thighs, making sure my vulva wouldn't close. He
looked at me, then tried to penetrate my vulva with his penis, but each time he hit the wrong spot, sometimes even hitting my urethra, which
hurt a little. He tried many times without success. I knew he was inexperienced and couldn't find the right spot. I thrust my lower
body, but it was no use. He straightened up and pinched my breast, which made me feel very numb. Then, with his right
hand holding his penis, he used his left index finger and thumb to separate my labia, positioning his penis against my vulva. His hot
penis pressed against my vulva, and I trembled with nervousness, gripping the sheets tightly, waiting for his next move.
My vagina was about to be penetrated by his huge penis. My mind raced with chaotic thoughts. His penis was so thick, would it
hurt? He was my man, I wanted to be possessed by him.
He released my labia with his left hand, and my labia slapped against his penis. He braced himself on both sides of me and
slowly began to thrust into my vagina. Ah...ah...it hurt so much. His penis had only just squeezed in a little
when it caused me great pain. My body stiffened, and my legs clamped together.
"It hurts so much, husband, don't push it any further, I don't want it anymore," he seemed not to hear me and continued
to thrust in. I gripped his shoulders tightly with both hands, and with one more forceful thrust, his glans was completely inside my
vagina.
"It hurts so much, husband, please, don't push it any further," it really hurt. He didn't care about my words, as if
my words had provoked him. With a forceful thrust, his entire penis was inside my vagina.
"Ah..." I cried out, the excruciating pain making me arch my back and press myself tightly against him
, my ten fingers digging deep into his skin. I bit down on his shoulders, and he cried out again, his
penis thrusting in forcefully. There was no way it could go any further, as it was already fully inside. But
the slight deformation of my vagina from his powerful thrusts did allow his penis to penetrate
a little deeper, thus increasing my pain.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh...it hurts so much, husband," I cried, trembling as I clung to him, my lower body
pressed tightly against his penis, afraid to move.
At this moment, he began to thrust, his penis pulling out halfway and then thrusting in again, very deep.
"Ah...it hurts," I continued biting his shoulder and gripping his back.
He began thrusting rapidly, each stroke penetrating deep inside. All I could feel so far was pain
. I held my breath, enduring his thrusts again and again. His penis was swollen, and with
a deep "ah," he throbbed inside me, each thrust sending waves of warm fluid into my vagina.
I collapsed onto the bed, and he lay on top of me, both of us breathing heavily. His
penis gradually softened and slipped out of my vagina. My lower body still throbbed with pain, but compared to the pain before
, it seemed much more comfortable.
His semen was flowing out of my vagina, continuously spilling onto the sheets, while the moans from next door
continued. Actually, he only thrust a dozen times before ejaculating, while the sounds from next door had lasted at least twenty minutes.
With a loud scream, the sounds from next door ceased. A minute later, I gradually regained consciousness. My husband
rolled off me onto the bed, his limp penis hanging down, covered in fluid. He reached out and touched my breast again,
and I groaned. My breasts were incredibly sensitive after I recovered; even a simple touch made them unbearably itchy.
The emptiness in my lower body replaced the pain. I longed for the feeling of being penetrated and reaching orgasm, but he had already ejaculated, seemingly without
passion. I gave him my virginity in those few short thrusts. I was truly
possessed by him. I also learned that the first time a penis entered my vagina wasn't so comfortable. "You bad boy, didn't I tell you to stop? Why didn't you listen to me? Do you know how much it hurts?" I 　　complained
, unsatisfied . 　　"And why did you ejaculate inside? What if I get pregnant?" But he seemed not to hear me 　　, lying there motionless. Does this mean that men don't care about a woman's feelings after possessing her? Thinking about this, 　　I felt a little lost. 　　"Why isn't there any blood? Shouldn't there be blood when you penetrate a virgin?" He looked at his penis, fiddling with it, turning it over 　　and over as if searching for something. 　　"What are you saying? I am a virgin, you bad guy!" I hit his chest with my hand. 　　"You used to insert your fingers into me there, and once it bled. I told you, how could you do that?" 　　I said angrily, tears streaming down my face. 　　Seeing me cry, he came over and hugged me, and the two naked people came into contact again. I was 　　held in his arms, sitting on his lap. As I sat up, more 　　fluid mixed with his semen flowed from my lower body, running down his legs. My vulva was in direct contact with his legs, 　　pressed tightly together by the fluid. With every movement of my hips, my vulva rubbed against his legs. "Ah, ah," I twisted my hips 　　to get more frictional pleasure; what I had just experienced had not been satisfied at all. Seeing me like this, he began to knead 　　my breasts. I kissed his lips, and he immediately kissed me passionately 　　, our tongues swirling together. He saliva was plentiful; because my head was tilted back, it flowed into 　　my mouth with each kiss. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," I moaned between breaths 　　, swallowing his saliva every now and then. It was so sweet, the best thing I'd ever tasted. 　　If you were here, you would have witnessed a truly lewd scene. A young girl, completely naked 　　, sat in the lap of a mature man who was both familiar and strange, hungrily consuming his saliva. His hands 　　wantonly fondled her breasts, and her buttocks writhed against his thighs. How wanton I was! How could I 　　be like this? I'm a good girl, a girl who would normally be shy at the sight of other men's broad arms, 　　yet now I was frantically demanding this man. 　　"Ah, ah, ah, ah," I trembled. 　　His penis hardened again on the outside of my thigh. I felt it go from soft to hard. He 　　put me back on the bed, like a lion in heat, spread my legs, guided his penis to 　　my vagina, and thrust it in. My body stiffened again, the familiar pain returned, 　　but not as intensely as before. My vagina was already soaked from his kneading and rubbing 　　, my buttocks and vagina were a mess, with a lot of fluid pooling there, making it very 　　lubricated. This reduced the pain of being penetrated again. Not only did it reduce the pain, but a subtle pleasure came from 　　deep within my vagina. "Cock, I want it." He started thrusting. The pain in my vagina 　　lessened further with each thrust, but the pleasure grew stronger. I relaxed and found that my vagina seemed much larger. 　　His thrusting frequency increased significantly, and the resistance decreased. Intense pleasure spread from my vaginal opening and deep inside to my entire body. 　　I began to move my lower body to meet his thrusts. 　　"Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed loudly, 　　oblivious to the presence of the neighbors. My hands gripped his arms tightly, my head tilted forward, mouth agape, 　　chin trembling. I could no longer utter loud moans, only weak, rapid breaths. 　　His penis swelled again, and with a low growl, gushing semen shot out once more. I could feel the semen 　　hitting my vagina with each thrust, but I hadn't gotten what I wanted yet; it had probably been less than a minute of thrusting. 　　I hungrily felt his penis soften and slip out of my vagina. It hurt so much, I wanted it, I wanted it, I wanted more, I 　　cried out in my heart. He rolled over on the bed, panting heavily. I got up and grasped his limp penis, kissing 　　and stroking it, urging him to get hard again, faster, I yearned in my heart, but he refused to let me touch it anymore, 　　saying it hurt. I lay down again, filled with hunger and helplessness. 　　Just then, I heard footsteps fading away. I looked up and saw a crack in the door; I must have 　　forgotten to close it properly during our sudden passion. Was it the neighbor? Was it the man or the woman? How embarrassing it would be if that man saw us 　　! How could I face him afterward? I kept thinking. 　　My husband was asleep on his side. I was angry, but then I thought he must be exhausted, having ejaculated twice and then moved things. 　　I heard a woman's voice from next door: "What are you looking at? Didn't I just fuck you?" I vaguely heard those 　　words. So the man next door really did see us. How could I face him? Then I heard sounds of fighting next door, followed by…

The woman's moans... he was having sex with his girlfriend again. Those moans, like a seductive perfume, made my breath quicken
, and I unconsciously squeezed my legs together. Then I slowly lay down, kneading my breasts with my left hand while
my right fingers inserted into my vagina.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." I moaned softly, twisting
my hips and contorting my body, vaguely imagining the man next door vigorously
fucking his girlfriend with his huge penis. I even fantasized that the man next door was entering my body. Just thinking about it made my vagina
contract incessantly. After what seemed like forever, a wave of pleasure swept through my body, my vagina trembled uncontrollably, my
whole body convulsed, and a large amount of fluid gushed out. I orgasmed, brought to the peak of pleasure by the fingers and the man in my mind during my fantasies . The air was filled with the smell of semen and my own fluids, along with 　　the moans of
the man next door . 　　He's so good, still fucking his woman. After a long while, a woman's loud moan and a mature 　　man's low growl followed, and then the air fell silent. It was so quiet I could almost hear my own heartbeat. 　　I lay there, limp, for a while. It was late; I needed to wash up and go to bed. I put on a slip 　　dress, got up, and my legs were so sore and weak I could barely stand, but I had no choice. I slowly 　　made my way to the bedroom door. I opened it a crack and looked around. No one was there; the door to the next room was 　　closed. So I quickened my pace toward the bathroom. The house wasn't big, and it was only a few steps to the bathroom 　　. I was thinking of quickly washing up and going to bed. 　　I flung open the bathroom door. Good heavens! The light was on, 　　and there stood the tall man from the next room, completely naked. His muscles were bulging, his shoulders were broader than my husband's, and 　　he was clearly much stronger, especially with that enormous penis dangling from his genitals. Although it was limp 　　, his penis was still bigger than my husband's, especially the glans, which hung prominently on his shaft. 　　His buttocks were so sexy, perky and incredibly sculpted. I stood there, mouth agape, stunned for a few seconds. He turned and saw 　　me too; I saw his penis twitch. I quickly lowered my head, closed the door, rushed back to the room, 　　locked the door, turned off the light, got into bed, bit my lip, clenched my fists, and lay down next to my husband. I closed 　　my eyes, my mind filled with that man's body—his shoulders, his buttocks, his huge penis, and the 　　way he looked at me. 　　I drifted off to sleep, quickly falling into a dream. In my dream, a tall, blurry 　　man gently pressed down on me, slowly moving his body, caressing me with his hands, giving me gentle kisses. 　　I climaxed again, in my dream, by another man. 　　[To be continued]

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