A new female student came to the department.

After noticing her, I discovered she was taking the same bus home as me after class, and we got off at the same stop only one stop apart. It turned out we lived in the same neighborhood (there are two or three neighborhoods with a large Chinese population in the area, and I was lucky enough to be one of them). It seems having a concentrated Chinese community has its advantages, haha. While waiting for the bus, I struck up a conversation with her and learned some basic information about her. After getting off, I walked her to her house and got her QQ number before heading back, being very polite. Since I got her QQ number on the first try, it meant she wasn't averse to me, and I knew there was a chance. The next time I came home from get out of class, I invited her to visit my house. Since my studio has a large garage, she asked if she could park her car there (I was happy to do her a favor). I said yes, and after chatting for a while, I got my car and drove it back myself, while she went home. After parking, I noticed a large bag on the back seat, probably for changing clothes at the gym, which she had forgotten to take down. Curiosity led me to open it, and wow, inside were those super high heels, her workout clothes, several sets of underwear, skirts, and other items. I picked up the shoes and looked at them, imagining what she would look like wearing them. Then I gently smelled her underwear (a little perverted, haha). A mixture of a woman's body scent and the smell of laundry detergent wafted over me, and my penis instantly became hard. Don't laugh, I masturbated while smelling her underwear, ejaculating on her high heels. Afterwards, afraid she would remember and want to go back, I quickly cleaned her up. To be honest, I'm not short of women, and masturbating is something I rarely do after puberty. This time, it was because her figure was so alluring—not "perfect," but just happened to resemble the actresses I like. That feeling... well, you won't understand unless you've experienced it, haha. That evening, I invited her to her house so she could express her gratitude, and we had dinner together. She told me that she was actually married in China, and her husband was there, but he treated her badly, which made her very sad, and she wanted to break up with him. So, as we talked, she started crying, very sad. I comforted her, letting her lean on my shoulder. I put my arm around her other shoulder, and she didn't resist at all; it was very natural. I asked her if her husband was coming abroad, and she said he'd be coming in six months and had already booked the tickets. I outwardly comforted her, but secretly I was thinking, "Great! At least I can have you for six months!" (So wicked, isn't it? Hehe.) Humans are such strange creatures; the easier something is to obtain, the less it's valued. Thinking back, he was incredibly devoted to me, but I didn't have much affection for him. At most, I felt pity for him and would never bully or take advantage of him. But all that affection was truly gone. Sigh. I'll write about this later. First, I was holding her, and a bit too eagerly, I tried to kiss her. She didn't resist, so I kissed her cheek. She continued talking to herself. Then I kissed her lips, turning her around, and she obediently followed. I then extended my tongue and started a French kiss, wanting to touch her body, but she suddenly rejected me, repeatedly apologizing, fixing her hair, and sitting down beside me. I said I was sorry, that I should be the one apologizing, that it was getting late, and that I should go, sorry. She thanked me for listening to all that, and then walked me downstairs. After I got home, I thought about it, and realized that if anyone should be apologizing, it should be me. I had only met her twice and I had already touched her inappropriately, and she not only didn't blame me but seemed quite reliant on me. My wicked thoughts intensified, and I thought about trying to conquer her next time. The next day, I chatted with her online on QQ. She wasn't upset at all and was still very enthusiastic. I praised her for being so outstanding that she could easily dump her husband and find someone else, and I also complimented her figure. Then I mentioned that her breasts were perfect (to provoke her and see her reaction). She asked me to guess her bra size, and I said a C. She said no, a D (later it turned out she was an E, but somewhere between a D and an E—round, perky, full, soft, and not sagging). I said, "Wow, that's amazing!" I jokingly asked if I could touch them to see. She laughed and said, "Sure, I'll let you try next time." This greatly strengthened my confidence. When a girl says something like that, I know she definitely agrees to let me sleep with her. The third time we walked home together after class, it started raining when we got home. She had an umbrella, but I didn't, so we shared one and walked together. We naturally walked to her house, naturally went inside together, and naturally sat down to chat. After a while, she said, "Are you hungry? I'll cook." She went to the kitchen to start cooking. She had just put the pot on the stove, her back to me, and her back view was incredibly beautiful. I boldly leaned closer, hugged her from behind, kissed her neck from behind, and put my arms around her waist. After a few kisses, she turned off the stove, turned around, and responded enthusiastically. Unlike last time when she said "sorry," this time, as we kissed, she took the initiative to touch my upper body. Seeing her enthusiasm, I pulled her towards the bed while still kissing her, and took the opportunity to remove her top. She pulled off her clothes, revealing a milky-white bra that supported her round, perky breasts. I turned her over and pressed her onto the bed. She helped me take off my shirt, looking a little impatient. I took off my pants and underwear myself, then helped her take off her panties, revealing her pubic hair. It wasn't very thick, just light strands extending to the edge of her vulva. Her vulva was pink and very pretty. I unhooked her bra, and sure enough, her nipples were the same color. When she slid down, her breasts lay flat on her chest. I cupped them with my hands, and they gathered together into a large mound. Anyone who has ever touched breasts larger than a D cup knows what I mean, right? I didn't care about admiring her anymore. She said she had brought condoms, saying she brought them to use with her husband. Actually, I think she had prepared them in advance, hehe. She took out the condoms for me while she was naked, quickly put them on, and I entered her. Her vulva was quite tight, but very wet, which made it both tight and slippery, making it very comfortable to have sex with. This was the first time I'd ever experienced such full breasts, and she said it was the first time she'd ever had such a strong man like me. Unlike her usual reserved and easygoing self, she was incredibly cooperative in bed, almost completely submissive. I placed her legs on my shoulders and gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, silently counting "nine shallow, one deep," before giving her a sudden, forceful thrust. She began to pant heavily, her moans rising and falling, her eyes tightly closed, head thrown back, mouth wide open, brows furrowed—a look of both pain and pleasure, her immersion incredibly strong. After only about five minutes, she was completely silent, only moaning. I'd worked out that morning and was honestly quite tired. The condom she used was ultra-thin, making the sensation very intense; plus, it was my first time with an E-cup woman, and she was so actively involved beneath me. After about ten minutes, I surrendered. I apologized, saying I was a bit tired and the session was a little short, but she said it was okay and even shyly praised me for being so vigorous. She said I seemed quite gentlemanly and gentle, but my performance was so good, probably because I like to exercise. I asked how her husband was, and she said he doesn't exercise at all, so of course he's not as good as me. After saying that, she stopped talking and clung to me very affectionately. Throughout the whole process, she was incredibly cooperative, proactively getting condoms, responding positively, moaning naturally, and immediately wiping me clean up with tissues after I ejaculated. I felt a bit like an emperor, haha. Later, I got to know her better and realized that this was just her personality—very dependent and submissive to men. I thought to myself how lucky I was! After that, after our weekly sessions, we became... well, you know."It's a routine," we tacitly returned to her house, took off our clothes, rolled onto the bed, and began our lovemaking. I remember the second time we made love, it was still very short. On the one hand, her actress-like body was too tempting, and on the other hand, I was tired that day. She gently said, "Why don't you lie down and I'll move?" Then, I miscalculated and let her sit on me, using the woman-on-top position. My God, she was sitting on me naked, moving up and down, her vagina tightly gripping my penis, I felt like my soul was being sucked away with each thrust. Just like that, the second time I also quickly ejaculated in about 10 minutes. After a few times, I gradually adapted to her rhythm, became familiar with her hot body, and developed a certain "resistance." I bought thicker condoms with textured surfaces, and after a good night's rest, I was more at ease when I had sex with her again. This time, our lovemaking was purely an enjoyable process for me. There was a mirror by her bedside, reflecting my image as I fucked her. I changed the angle, enjoying the sensation of my thrusts and her expression of pleasure from different perspectives. I loved seeing my back and glutes pounding against her body, loved watching my penis slide in and out of her vagina, the "plop" sounds accompanied by the white fluid that trickled out. Sometimes I watched my ass thrusting against her vagina, sometimes I turned to the side to watch me fuck her from behind, and she was like a bitch, letting me fuck her, moaning, yet begging for more. Watching us in the mirror felt like watching a live porn video; we weren't husband and wife, not even lovers, yet we were "copulating" together, doing what we both most wanted to do but couldn't tell anyone, a strange, unfamiliar feeling that was both exciting and incredibly fun. We lasted about 20-30 minutes, changing positions several times, ending with a side-entry position, where I could fuck her, touch her thighs, and even rub her E-cup breasts, finishing the battle in that position. [The End]

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