【Original Sin】(18) Author: Jiang Xiaomei

Author: Jiang Xiaomei
Word Count: 3985

(18)

Zhou Hui quickly fell in love with his sweet kisses and gentle caresses. To be kissed by a boy she liked with the tip of his tongue
was as sweet and easy to melt as ice cream. Zhou Hui's body immediately entered the season of love this autumn
. The feeling of love enveloped her. After a brief period of novelty and excitement, she became anxious and restless.

One afternoon without any warning, all the other students left. Zhou Hui was still
dawdling in the empty training hall, bending over and pretending to pack her things. Her eyes would sneak out to the window from time to time. There was the boy she
had been looking forward to seeing. Jiawei suddenly appeared in front of her. He abruptly
hugged Zhou Hui from behind.

His chin was almost touching her cheek. Zhou Hui felt his warm and wet breath behind her. His arms were
nervous and held her so tightly. The mound of his breasts pressed against Zhou Hui's plump buttocks. His face was pressed against
the back of her neck. Zhou Hui was startled, but dared not move, frozen in place, even her breath caught in her throat.

But only a moment later, Zhou Hui's breathing became heavy, gasping for air, each
breath thrusting against her soft buttocks.

Jiawei's fingers slowly caressed her body, burning wherever they touched.
When his fingers reached her breasts, Zhou Hui finally came to her senses. She didn't dare scream, only pleading softly
, "Don't do this."

Jiawei's arms were long and strong, his embrace tightening, with an aggressive, wild quality. Zhou Hui's
legs began to retreat, completely unaware that they had moved to the side of the stage. It seemed as if they had suddenly fallen
into darkness, but a faint moonlight shone through the window. The branches of the locust tree bowed in the evening breeze, its leaves frantically
rustling.

His lips searched for hers, and when he sealed them with his, he felt her panicked attempt to escape.
He pulled her close, pressing his lips firmly against hers. His chest felt her full breasts,
her slightly exposed breasts pressed against his, warm and damp.

She responded naturally, wrapping her arms around his neck and gently kissing his lips.
Soon, their tenderness, fueled by suppressed desire, transformed into a fervent passion.

Their bodies instantly felt like they were on fire; every muscle, every nerve, every fiber
transmitted a tearing signal. They caressed each other, faster and faster.

He frantically and urgently stripped her of her clothes. Once he was certain she wouldn't resist, his fingers
gently pulled down her panties, discovering her private parts were suddenly wet with desire.

Behind Zhou Hui was a pile of discarded stage props and some costumes stuffed into
burlap sacks. The sacks weren't tied tightly, and colorful costumes spilled out.

Jiawei frantically groped her body, and she, in turn, slipped her hand inside his shirt, caressing
his smooth, silky chest, the smoothness and softness of his skin a delightful sensation. He took her
hand tucked it into his trousers. Zhou Hui awkwardly touched his penis, unsure how to caress it,
how to hold it.

His penis was already swollen and erect, hard as an iron rod, ready to thrust into her at any moment. He roughly
threw her down, the soft burlap sack seeming to meet her as it slammed heavily beneath her.

Touching the warm, rough burlap sack, she suddenly felt weak. She rolled over, stretched out her arms, and lay
on it, her eyes fixed on the triangular roof above the stage, the thick wooden beam pointing directly at her body, as if
about to crush her. The dark roof seemed like a vast, protective shelter, filling her heart with a sense of emptiness and clarity.

Before her stood a naked male body, a
chest as strong and imposing as steel. His thighs were so prominent and erect, the muscles rapidly contracting and concealing themselves. She tilted
her head , her eyes fixed on the upper part of his thighs, where some thick, sparse hairs clung, and a jet-black penis
emerged from his snow-white skin .

He swooped down like a roc spreading its wings, his jagged bones almost breaking through the rough, white skin. With
each powerful downward thrust, his bones moved against her pale skin. He moved between her legs, spreading them
apart; then, slowly and with immense patience, his erect penis slid into her secret
place , entering her labia. A sensation she had never experienced before surged over her like a tidal wave, bringing
her surprise and engulfing her.

He poured his burning light and heat into her; she felt nothing but
a red-hot iron rod embedded within her, searing her with unbearable heat. But once the iron rod was withdrawn, the burning sensation vanished,
and a void returned to her body, an indescribable anticipation, a longing for him to penetrate her again. Once he did, her
very heart and lungs burned, she almost wanted to roll on the ground to extinguish the flames surrounding her.

His hands, however, gripped her body like vises, preventing her from falling. He seemed to be controlled and manipulated by a vast, invisible
will, moving her again and again, pressing her body down, tossing her up, over and over,
endlessly repeating, each movement

more intense than the last, leaving her breathless. An unprecedented experience surged from the depths of her soul, a blissful pleasure spreading like ripples on
a calm lake.

Gradually, she suddenly felt relaxed, no longer panting, her breathing even, in rhythm with his movements. Her body
moved on its own, the movements of the two bodies perfectly synchronized.

His every rise and fall was so effortless and steady, without the slightest mishap, as if this was
his true calling. She, lying beneath him, waited anxiously, her back arched and hips thrusting. Only

when he penetrated her deeply did she feel at ease; the heavy burden, however, gave her a suffocating pleasure. All
their movements seemed connected, inseparable, intimately intertwined, perfectly synchronized.
He rolled and tumbled over her, her breasts providing intimate friction, relieving the hunger of his skin and soul.

His entire body, in its rough, rolling motions, was like a caress to her. She was clearly exhausted,
almost unable to straighten her back, her raised legs trembling, yet the maddening movements never ceased.
They moved with incredible force until, in a moment of explosive energy, they both reached
climax simultaneously. Afterwards, they collapsed, utterly exhausted, onto the sack.

Night quickly enveloped them. There were hurried footsteps outside, and the sound of someone forcefully opening and closing
a window. They couldn't hear any of this; lust enveloped the entire world, a passionate and uncontrollable
world. Her hand groped under his armpit; his ribs were clearly visible, two neat rows, the skin seemingly
gone, the ribs as hard as steel, blocking the sweat.

She, on the other hand, was as smooth and lustrous as velvet, sweat cascading down her body. The two
drenched figures only then noticed each other. Almost naked, they were reflected in
each other's eyes, as if seeing their own naked reflection in the other's wet body. They were
somewhat shy, unconsciously avoiding each other's gaze.

When Zhou Hui stood up, a sweat stain remained on the sack, shaped exactly like her buttocks. Suddenly, she remembered
the boundless expanse of wildflowers, a vibrant red, exuding the fragrance of earth and sunshine. Those pink
blossoms, now faded and gone, were nothing but withered, faded petals. They hurriedly dressed.

Like ghosts, they appeared one after the other outside the auditorium, disheveled hair, rumpled clothes, their eyes
shining brightly in the darkness.

After crossing the vast playground, they finally linked arms, like schoolchildren returning home for vacation, simply
walking hand-in-hand, swaying gently back home. Even the mere touch of their hands conveyed their affection.

That night, back home, Zhou Hui lay in bed, feeling an extraordinary happiness. Her
body, after the excited caresses and rubbing, was blissfully weary, proudly languid. The caresses seemed to
seep into her pores, into her blood, and her blood flowed joyfully through her veins.

The morning sunlight was so bright. Zhou Hui walked through the campus, her skirt fluttering, like a butterfly skimming across water,
beautifully self-admiring. She could vaguely hear the soft, flowing sounds deep within her body, like the gentle flow of plant sap. Shao Fen's shadow followed
behind, sometimes long, sometimes short, strangely graceful in the sunlight. A voice, full of peculiar warmth, like
the clean, seeped into every pore, making her dizzy and intoxicated.

"Zhou Hui, Jiawei saw me."

Shao Fen's voice sounded weary, giving Zhou Hui the impression of being entangled in a rush of water, a silent,
resentful figure. Zhou Hui ignored her. She knew she had so much to say to her, otherwise she would suffocate.
She had already heard nearly ten love stories about her, all more or less the same.

Shaofen stamped her foot and stopped walking. She said, "He seems to have something to say to me, but he doesn't dare to be too direct."
Zhou Hui could only stop as well. Shaofen caught up and said, "I know he wants to ask me out."

After walking a while longer, Shaofen couldn't help but say again, "Hey, Zhou Hui, didn't you notice he's being special to me?"
As she spoke, she regained her slyness, like a fish returning to water and regaining its vitality.

"Really? I didn't notice," Zhou Hui said absentmindedly.

But she still preferred Shaofen's self-delusional charm to her tearful, doomed act.
Girls their age should always be carefree.

Shaofen would put on similar little tricks in front of Zhou Hui every day. When she confided her family
stories , she always seemed vulnerable, yet also inexplicably domineering. At these times, Zhou Hui
had no choice but to be her little ear and her confidante.

"Zhou Hui, I went on a date with Jiawei."

It was almost unbelievable; Zhou Hui listened intently, like a fawn that had just survived a catastrophe. They
were huddled together in the cramped fitting room of the upscale lingerie store.

"It's so lewd, his hands are always touching me,"

Shaofen complained, but Zhou Hui knew that she was secretly very pleased.

"It's not lewd, it's just that your body is irresistibly attractive," Zhou Hui said, somewhat loudly, as if she were sulking.

Shaofen seemed to be complaining, "You don't know, he was pressing on my buttocks, it was so embarrassing."

She unabashedly removed her clothes in front of Zhou Hui; her breasts were larger and fuller than her usual high breasts
, her wrists were slender, her buttocks were plump and alluring, and the pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs was thick and curly.

"We kissed. He's so funny, he doesn't know anything about sex, he kept sticking his tongue between my teeth."

As she spoke, Zhou Hui, who was idly flipping through the tag on a set of lingerie, said sourly, "Are you satisfied now
? When are you going to open your legs for me?"

"That depends on the timing." Shao Fen said happily, striking a pose in front of the mirror, her two plump, rounded
arms raised high, one soft waist slightly bent.

"Zhou Hui, what do you think of my figure?" Her interest was not waning, and she made an even more seductive gesture.
She stroked her lower abdomen down to her vulva, which was high and protruding, the two
thick labia and the slit slightly parted, full of tenderness and as if it were a precious treasure, and then gently stroked her long legs.

"Tell the truth."

"Of course, tell the truth." Shao Fen looked at herself expectantly in the mirror with a smug look.

"I'm not interested, men... well, that's a different story." Zhou Hui said jokingly.

Shaofen swung her fist: "Who cares if you're interested?" Naked, she fought back against Zhou Hui. After they'd had their fun,
Shaofen handed Zhou Hui another set of underwear: "Try it on, see if it fits." She suggested frankly, gesturing for
Zhou Hui to take off her clothes as well.

Their eyes met. Zhou Hui then noticed that Shaofen's eyes were deep and captivating, seemingly holding endless
mysteries. She exuded a faint, intoxicating fragrance. Almost without thinking, she
stripped naked.

Zhou Hui's breasts were firm and elastic, incredibly alluring. Shaofen stared intently at her firm, round,
smooth buttocks—absolutely beautiful.

"Your butt is smaller than mine," she said to Zhou Hui, "but it doesn't matter, try it on."

It was a pair of black thongs, the narrow crotch just covering her private parts. Shao Fen's hand tugged
at Zhou Hui's underwear, smoothing out its wrinkles. It seemed her fingers touched her clitoris, and
Zhou Hui pulled away. She looked up at her and noticed the disappointment in her eyes. She sighed, looking
as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

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