Memoirs of a Slut, Part 9: Obsession

Contents
jkf Selected Free Adult Novels:
Ex-girlfriend Sexual Experiences While Traveling in Japan; Gang Rape of My Bride on My Wedding Night; My Wife's Cheating; Generous Husband Gifts His Beautiful Wife; My Wife Was Actually Fucked;
I attended the annual graduation ball during my junior year, near the end of the semester. Although I wasn't a graduate yet, I wanted to say goodbye to the upperclassmen and also broaden my horizons to see what a ball was like. On the day of the ball, everyone dressed up. The boys wore suits, and the girls wore evening gowns. The suits were varied but similar, but the evening gowns were different, with different colors, lengths, off-the-shoulder and backless styles, low-cut and high-slit, all showing the women's subtle tricks. Upon entering the venue, I first found the graduating upperclassmen, presented them with flowers to make them the center of attention, and then everyone went off to have fun in twos and threes. I didn't have a male companion, so I wandered around with the wine I got from my admission ticket. Suddenly, someone toasted me; it was an upperclassman who was about to graduate. Back then, a senior and a classmate pursued me to the very end, but because the classmate confessed first and got together, I drifted apart from the senior. The senior smiled and toasted me, and suddenly all the thoughtfulness he showed me back then flooded my mind.
We chatted and drank, and soon our glasses were empty. I changed to a common Margarita, but the senior glanced at it and ordered a Cosmopolitan for me, and a Martini for himself. I thanked him and we chatted again. At first, it was quite polite, but gradually the familiarity returned, and we talked more and more enthusiastically until our glasses were empty again. Having just been treated to drinks, I naturally wanted to reciprocate. I ordered a Blue Hawaii for myself, but mischievously ordered a B-52 bomber for the senior. The B-52 is a rejection drink for flirting; the senior laughed and downed it in one gulp. I was happy that he understood drinks and my joke, so I also downed my drink, waiting for his move. The senior looked at me meaningfully, then turned and ordered an Angel's Kiss to invite me to kiss, while he ordered a Night Kiss, a hint for couples. My face flushed, and I tiptoed to kiss his cheek, whispering "I do" in his ear before shyly taking a sip. He smiled and pulled me into his arms, and I nestled against his chest to finish my drink. After finishing, he didn't wait for my reply, but instead ordered a Long Island Iced Tea and a "Around the World" from the bar, grinning as he held them out for me to choose. Both were infamous date rape drugs; the meaning was crystal clear. I playfully took both, drank half from each, and then handed them back to him. He laughed, downed them in two gulps, and pulled me out of the dance.
His apartment wasn't far, but I'd drunk too quickly and was quite tipsy, so I was a little dizzy halfway there. Entering the room, I felt dizzy, vaguely remembering being stripped naked, going into the bathroom, and smearing each other's bodies. Finally, on the bed, he penetrated my vagina again and again, I couldn't tell if it was a penis or something else. I drifted in and out of consciousness all night, feeling like I was in a dream, and when I woke up it was already morning. My senior was sleeping next to me, both of us completely naked. There were dildos and vibrators on the bed, and towels and blankets were scattered on the floor. I carefully examined my senior; he had a decent physique, quite a few tattoos, pierced ears and a belly button ring. I touched his genitals and found traces of what looked like dried semen. Was this the guy who had been abusing me last night? Looking at his limp penis, I suddenly felt a urge for revenge. I put it in my mouth and licked it quickly, and it immediately hardened and grew larger. When my senior woke up, he smiled and asked me, "Didn't you get enough last night, you little slut?" The moment I heard the words "little slut," I got wet and stopped moving. But my senior pressed my head down, forcing me to continue, and soon ejaculated into my mouth. Just as I was about to swallow and lick the semen clean, I was pushed down again, and the dildo was immediately shoved into my vagina. In my memory, no one had ever penetrated my vagina except for a penis or fingers. For a moment, the size, feel, and hardness felt very strange. My senior was thrusting and rotating rapidly, the pleasure coming on strong and intensely, and I orgasmed instantly. I had barely finished moaning and was still panting when my senior's penis was inside me again. Although such consecutive orgasms were very pleasurable, they were also a bit overwhelming. My screams turned into something like sobs. By the time my senior ejaculated inside me again, I was exhausted and collapsed on the bed, unable to move.
After that day, we started dating. I finished my outdoor shooting job and left my older brother. Having sex with my senior was very tiring. He often used a penis, a dildo, a vibrator, and an anal plug to serve three holes at the same time, leaving me completely messy every time. Sometimes when I stayed overnight in his dorm, he would make me sleep with an anal plug or a vibrator in, causing me to have shallow orgasms in my dreams all night. After getting used to it, my vagina and anus don't need much lubrication anymore, and I can have a penis or toy inserted at any time. I've been developed more thoroughly. My senior had a rock band, and they would gang rape me together. This was the hardest thing for me to understand at first, but as long as he still loved me, I also experienced pleasure from being gang-raped, so I gradually accepted it. The band consisted of four guys, except for the lead singer, who was female. The first time I entered the rehearsal room, I saw three men and one woman having sex. I was stunned, but my senior was happy and wanted to drag me in. After accepting this relationship, every rehearsal ended as a free-for-all. The four men and two women had various combinations, and I was open to anything, accepting whatever they wanted. Unlike the lead singer, who insisted on not using anal sex and complained about the strong smell of semen, they often joked that they no longer had to take numbers and wait in line. Sometimes I would perform with the lead singer for the guys. It's true that women understand women best; the lead singer always managed to make me squirt. Although things were wild in the rehearsal room, they never asked me to have sex alone; it was an unspoken agreement and promise between them. Sometimes other band members would bring their new girlfriends, but I've never met one willing to come along, and they usually break up after a short time. I feel sorry for them, and I completely understand; probably no one but the lead singer and me, those sluts, could stand it.
My senior likes me to dress provocatively; the provocative and sexy, the happier he is. Long pants are out of the question, and even my ordinary short skirts don't meet the requirements. He bought me a lot of clothes, all of them super short mini skirts, hot pants, tank tops, and even completely bare-backed outfits or things that are just a piece of cloth that can hardly be called clothing. My mom would definitely go crazy if she saw me wearing these clothes, so I always wear normal clothes when I go out, change somewhere on the way, and change back before going home. The band members all have tattoos or piercings. My senior originally wanted me to get a tattoo, but I refused because I thought about the terrible state my body would be in after that. Later, he kept asking me to get piercings, but I couldn't wear them where they could be seen, so in the end, I couldn't resist his insistence and got nipple piercings. Getting my nipples pierced was incredibly painful, and it took months to heal—the whole process was torture. But wearing nipple piercings was incredibly sexy, and being played with while wearing them greatly enhanced the sensitivity and arousal of my breasts and nipples. Sometimes I would deliberately wear large nipple piercings, just a shirt, and while they were practicing, I would unbutton my shirt and seduce them. Seeing their bulging crotches and their hungry eyes, I knew I was about to be gang-raped to the point of exhaustion. Another way to play with nipple piercings was to use a retractable chain to fasten the two sides. When it shortened, it would cause the breasts to clamp together, allowing the penis to be inserted directly for nipple sex. The tighter it clamped, the more pleasure the guys enjoyed it, but the more painful it was for the nipples during penetration. Also, I was afraid of getting hurt, so after trying it a few times, I refused to do it again.
After graduating, my senior went on to graduate school. I had fewer classes in my senior year, and he didn't have many classes in his first year of master's either. That year, we were practically inseparable. Sometimes I'd hold his hand and stroll down the street, sometimes he'd have sex with me hard in the dorm, sometimes I'd listen to them practice in the dance studio, waiting to take me down, and I even sneaked into his lab to have sex. Later, I graduated, worked for a while, and then decided to apply to another graduate school, so I started studying for it. My senior, now in his second year of master's, also got busy, staying in the lab late every day working on his thesis, so we saw each other less and less. He wasn't the typical sheltered flower of a student, nor was he as mature and worldly as a photographer; he had a romantic idealism and a wild, carefree spirit. As a student, I was quite fascinated by this carefree attitude, but after starting work, I began to think it was too naive. Our values diverged, our lives became less intertwined, and naturally, our relationship couldn't continue, and we broke up.
Contents:
JKF Selected Free Adult Novels;
Ex-girlfriend Sexual Experiences While Traveling in Japan; Gang Rape on My Wedding Night; My Bride Was Hurt by My Tight Vagina; My Wife Is Cheating; Generous Husband Gives His Beautiful Wife; My Wife Was Actually...

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