A Sigh About Campus Sex Life

My first memory of having sex in the wild was with my first love. It was at school, during a Saturday extra class for graduating students. We were both so horny and didn't pay attention in class. We found an empty classroom to kiss and touch, but we couldn't control ourselves and ended up having sex. School uniforms are easy to take off, and when I pulled down my pants, I was already soaking wet, my underwear completely wet. I was seventeen then, still quite inexperienced, and it was my first time having sex in the wild, so I was very nervous. My first love was even more nervous; he didn't use a condom and just went straight in. He entered me from behind. In the empty classroom, his breathing, the sounds of my wetness inside, the slapping of his thighs and buttocks, and my suppressed moans were all very clear. We only lasted three to five minutes when the bell rang. I panicked and quickly put my clothes back on. We didn't dare go outside; the corridor was full of people. We squatted in a small corner under the back door, kissing, and then he started touching my breasts, kneading my nipples, and pinching them in a somewhat gratifying way. I just kept panting. When the bell rang, we sneaked back home, since we didn't dare skip class forever. Anyway, the first time wasn't particularly exciting, but it was also quite memorable. The sticky feeling in my underwear was something I really didn't want to experience again. The second time was also with my first love, still at school. During lunch break, we wandered around the school and discovered two perfect dating spots: one was behind the electrical box on the rooftop, and the other was a basement connected to an air-raid shelter. These were places rarely visited, making them good hiding spots. Then he specifically stole condoms from home, and we skipped PE class to run to the rooftop behind the electrical box. It was doggy style, and when he pulled down my pants, I noticed I was incredibly wet, glistening in the sun. His penis was super hard too. He put on the condom and went in, thrusting wildly the first time, almost knocking me off my feet. I let out a soft "uh" and quickly covered my mouth. At first, we were quite well-behaved, hiding behind the electrical box. Later, we got bolder and moved to the edge of the rooftop. He said, "Look, if someone looks up, they'll know what we're doing!" That got me incredibly excited, and my pussy clenched tightly around his penis, so he fucked me even harder! After a while, he wasn't satisfied, so he pulled up my school uniform, unhooked my bra, and let my breasts sway in the sunlight. Seriously, anyone looking up could have seen us, but it was during class, so there were very few people outside, just a few workers and teachers. I was incredibly aroused and kept begging him. His hand was initially holding mine, but then he couldn't take it anymore and started thrusting faster, supporting my waist. I quickly pulled my clothes down, and he squeezed my buttocks very hard with both hands. Then, with a series of thrusts, I felt like I was being stabbed in the throat, about to explode like fireworks! Afterwards, my legs were soaked, thankfully I had the foresight to bring tissues and wet wipes. We lingered for a long time afterward before finally stopping. I came to this place several more times afterward, but none were as stimulating as the first time. I feel like the quantity and quality of my sex life at sixteen or seventeen years old is equivalent to some people's entire lives. The basement was discovered by accident. During that time, we were basically obsessed with sex, and we'd have sex whenever we had the chance. He was a year older than me, so when I was seventeen, he was already a senior in high school, about to graduate. He was under a lot of academic pressure and needed a good, non-clingy younger girl in school to relieve stress. That year, I was practically like a sex toy, always available and at his beck and call. But I really enjoyed it so much! It was incredibly enjoyable, because he's really handsome, and he's really good in bed. He even helped me with my homework. Then, in the basement, there's a stool, which is very convenient. I was on my period, but he was hard, so I gave him oral sex. That's what's great about him; he always washes himself beforehand and brings tissues and water. He cleans himself again before I give him oral sex, which shows he cares about my feelings. When I gave him oral sex, it was super intense. He said he felt completely drained. I learned oral sex techniques, including deep throat and blowjobs, from him. Because he's 16dm, there's basically no penis he can't swallow. I actually really enjoy seeing men moan and even beg for mercy after being given oral sex; it's super satisfying. I'm also willing to be blowjobed, but swallowing semen is out of the question—not that I can't, but I don't want to. So, if it's oral ejaculation, it's almost always blowjobs rather than masturbating at the end, because that maximizes the man's pleasure, letting him enjoy it so much that he can't even move a finger. I've only given oral sex to three men so far: my first love, my ex, and my current boyfriend. They all said that being given oral sex by me was incredibly tiring, physically exhausting. I haven't given oral sex to anyone else, partly because I'm not interested, and partly because my current boyfriend won't allow it. He's quite possessive and feels these unique skills are only for him. So with other men, I can only give them a quick blowjob. At most, I'll give them a facial; nothing else. Later, my first love went to university, and I started seeing my ex. When we both went to different universities, I started hooking up. Not long after, I met my current boyfriend, and we've been together ever since. I'm still in contact with my first love. He's a seasoned player, never married, and has a girlfriend, but their sex life doesn't seem very harmonious. We live in very close cities. He wanted to hook up with me when we were in university, but my current boyfriend rejected him. He still occasionally flirts with me, but my current boyfriend won't let him, afraid we'll rekindle our old flame. It's a shame we can only be friends. But recently I heard he's also feeling his stamina is failing, I don't know why, it's a bit sad. [The End]

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