Beautiful girl's family happiness

Tsk tsk tsk… My beautiful cousin, wearing a super short skirt, showing off her long, fair legs, and bending over to reveal her alluring cleavage, was putting the finishing touches on my face while uttering things in her clear, sweet voice that sounded like a perverted old man: “Little sister, you’re so cute! Want to do something fun with big sister?” Hey, hey, hey! I’m clearly your cousin! Cover up your breasts, cousin! And that skirt of yours! It’s way too short! Your underwear is almost showing! Although I really wanted to complain, my makeup was almost done, so I decided to hold back for a while…okay! My cousin straightened up with satisfaction and pushed a large, wheeled full-length mirror in front of me. I looked even cuter than last night! I really am a genius! Ahahaha! Waaaaah, although I really don’t want to admit it, I really do look incredibly cute in the mirror, and I even look a bit like my crush, the class beauty, Juan. Holy crap! No wonder my cousin was chuckling to herself for ages while looking at my phone yesterday; she must have found those dozens of candid photos of Juan that I bought! Aaaaaah! It's the last school anniversary celebration of our three years of junior high, and our class decided to open a crossdressing café. Because it was Juan's suggestion, many boys, including me, voted in favor… We're such fucking masochists! Looking at the clock on the wall, time was running out. I angrily refused my cousin's offer to help me put on my bra, grabbed the strappy panties and padding she had prepared, snatched the lace bra from her hand, and ran into the bathroom to put it on myself. My cousin's skillfully altered girls' uniform made my slender waist look even thinner, and a pair of fair, clean thighs were revealed under the short pleated skirt. My face flushed, I shyly went downstairs, clutching my skirt. My parents were stunned, watching from below. And what's more, Dad was actually erect… Right before my eyes, Dad, facing his biological son whom he'd raised for over a decade, had a very tight, bulging tent in his pants, which wouldn't go down. Under Dad's lecherous gaze, my cheeks instantly burned… I… I… I actually blushed in front of Dad… No! I'm a guy, even if I wore makeup and a miniskirt, it couldn't possibly make Dad like this, right? It must be because my cousin was walking behind me; her skirt was super short today. But just then, I heard the soft rustling of things being packed in my room. My cousin was obviously still there. Could it be… Dad really was erect because of me??? Before leaving, Dad lingered in the bathroom, panting heavily. After getting in the car, he kept leering at me in the passenger seat, and his crotch remained erect. I tried to convince myself he was looking at my cousin in the back seat. However, my cousin had changed into long sleeves and pants before going downstairs, completely concealing her figure. Dad's strange behavior seemed entirely due to me wearing women's clothing. Dad drove incredibly slowly, constantly turning to look at my face, chest, and the pale thighs under my miniskirt. It was late when we arrived at school. I hurriedly jumped out of the car, only turning to shuffle along at my cousin's calls. I swayed precariously in my short, flimsy pleated school uniform skirt and awkwardly high heels as I rushed towards the teaching building. (That girl in the short skirt and high heels is so cute! Her legs are so white! She has a great figure!) (Isn't she from our school? I've never seen her before.) (Huh… Ah! Isn't she the sister of that girl from Class 3? She's very pretty, has a great figure, big breasts, and was the arts and literature representative… The two sisters look so alike… They both have long, beautiful legs…) Ugh… I really do look like Juan after being made up… Even girls from other classes say so. Ugh… Because I'm not used to wearing high heels, I tripped, and my skirt billowed up. Luckily, I didn't fall, but to protect my ankle, I slowed down. After all, for athletes, healthy ankles are as important as life. Besides me, quite a few third-year girls also altered their school uniform skirts to be super short. I guess they'll probably wear them to school like this after the school anniversary celebration, right? I remember the older girls only started wearing those ridiculously short mini-skirts after the school anniversary celebration. Before crossing the playground, I was stopped by the disciplinary team because wearing high heels would damage the track, so I had to go around them from the outside. The two boys were very eager to lead the way, but I quickly waved my hand and said no, no, I know the place and can walk by myself. Maybe because I was nervous, my voice became very loud, and they didn't seem to realize I was a boy. On the way back, I ran into a few junior students I knew well, but they didn't recognize me, and I blushed and didn't dare to greet them. Thinking about it later, those perverts were probably following me the whole time, right? What should have been a short distance to the classroom turned into a huge detour. Although walking on a path I rarely took was quite interesting, wearing a girls' uniform with my long legs completely exposed under my miniskirt, I had no interest in appreciating it. I just wanted to avoid the lecherous gazes of the boys around me and escape to the classroom as quickly as possible to hide. (Hey, look! That girl is super hot, super pretty, super sexy! Her skirt is super short! Her legs are so white!) (Wow! Goddess! Her butt is so perky and jiggles so well! Her panties are showing... Is it really okay for her to dress so provocatively and sluttily? Even for the school anniversary...) (Her legs are so white, straight, and long! She could be a race queen, right? It's true that having a good figure makes a difference... Some girls at our school can actually wear their uniforms so provocatively, so hot, so lewdly... I want to fuck her right now!) Hearing the exclamations carried on the wind, I stopped and looked back, but the comments immediately stopped. Although I saw a few girls who had shortened their skirts, none of them were particularly pretty or sexy... Damn it, they were probably blocked by buildings? It seems I'll have to look again during my break. Anyway, there must be a lot of eyewitness accounts of girls with such obviously beautiful legs. I'll just ask those perverts on the team later. The teaching building was full of people, and there were also many girls in short skirts doing their final touches in the stairwell, which gave me a good view of their skirts. (Semi-transparent lace...wow! So sexy!) (...) (Her butt is so perky and white! No tan lines at all...) (...) (Her thighs are so white and amazing! Which class is she in?) (...) (Her figure is amazing...and her skirt is so short! Isn't she afraid of getting caught by the drill sergeant wearing such sexy underwear?) (...) (Did you see her little pussy just now? It looks pink!) The intermittent comments behind me made me itchy, but those girls must have heard it too. Even if I turned around and walked away now, I definitely wouldn't see it. Sigh, what a pity, how come I didn't see it? Finally, I got to the classroom, and a female classmate greeted me warmly: Ah...hello! Are you Juan's sister? You're so pretty~~ Your sister went to buy breakfast for everyone~~ Wait...doesn't Juan only have one brother? Where did this sister come from? "Maybe it's my cousin or younger cousin... Such a pretty face and figure, you can tell at a glance she's Juan's sister... She's even prettier and sexier than Juan... Such white thighs, such a slim waist, such a perky butt, such a great figure... These young girls develop so early, so alluring~~ Hey!" My voice was still too loud, so I quickly coughed lightly to lower my voice. You can't even recognize your classmates of two years? Don't go too far... The chattering girls suddenly fell silent, staring at me with wide eyes. Eh... that voice... that catchphrase... you're... lying!!! How could this be!!! You, you, you, your leg hair... shaved off by my cousin... My voice still sounded strange, so I had to lower my voice again... Oh my god! How could this be... you've become so beautiful and charming! Even prettier than Pei-Chia, right? Your legs... are even whiter and prettier than those of gravure idols! ...How could this be! Damn it! Are you really a boy?" Ugh…are they going to force me to lift my skirt? My face flushed with embarrassment and anger. I was surrounded by excited girls, and no one even paid attention to Juan when she came back with breakfast. What made me even more ashamed was that Juan looked me up and down for a long time, and said suspiciously, "Xiaoying? You're back? Didn't you say you wouldn't be back until next year? Why did you cut your hair?" She actually mistook me for her cousin who was studying abroad… Waaaaaah… Although outsiders weren't allowed in yet, my cousin still managed to sneak in by herself. Under her skillful makeup, all the boys in our class quickly became reasonably cute cross-dressers, instead of ugly and funny freaks. However, there were too many people, and none of them had a perfect effect like mine. As long as they were passable, they were pushed out and replaced with the next one. Before the shop opened, the teacher came over but didn't recognize me. She also thought I was Juan's sister and even asked how a cross-dressing cafe could have real girls as waitresses. The female students laughed so hard they were shaking, and the male students laughed so hard they were bent over. Juan, suppressing a laugh, explained to her that her classmate had finally taken a good look at me again and said her glasses weren't strong enough and she needed to get new ones. Our class's business was booming from the moment we opened, and it was all male students from school. Even though our class is on the top floor, how come so many people came straight here? The hallway outside was packed with a sea of people, making it impossible for me to sneak away to find that super pretty, super sexy girl with long legs from before. While the kitchen was in chaos, I hid and quickly drank some water. My phone already had nearly a hundred text messages, all from the sports team wanting to know about that super beautiful, super sexy, super alluring girl with short skirts and long legs in our class."Sister my ass! You're the one with short skirts and beautiful legs! Your whole family are short skirt and beautiful legs!" I typed in embarrassment and indignation, pressed enter, selected a team, and sent the message to the group. Then, stroking my short skirt, I flashed a sweet smile, blushed, and stepped out from behind the screen, swaying my bare, white thighs, twisting my hips and slender waist, and stepping into high heels to meet the lecherous gazes of the crowd, continuing to entertain the countless men who filled the classroom. At noon, I finally managed to squeeze in some lunch. A few of my best friends, also wearing skirts, showed me a Facebook post: a very sexy photo of a girl in a short skirt's back view was being shared wildly around the world, with comments from various countries, even in Arabic. The fairy in the photo had long, beautiful legs, and her round, perky buttocks, lightly covered by her skirt. With her legs straight and together, she gracefully bent forward, her back to the photographer. The alluring curves beneath her mini-skirt stretched from her heels up to the point where her hips and thighs met, slightly obscured by the skirt's hem. Smooth, rounded, soft, and fair, flawless—not a single wrinkle, tan line, or dullness. Oh! I swallowed my food, lowering my clear, crisp voice again, "Slutty! I want to do it!" ninilu."Domino, right? Right! So cute, right? Super beautiful and sexy, right? Mmm, top-quality spellcasting material! A goddess with unparalleled beautiful legs!" I said. This time, I remembered to use a low voice. "You still haven't figured out who this is?" my best friends said. "Who?" A very bad feeling rose in my heart... You. Who else could it be but you? This is you! Several fingers and chopsticks pointed at me. How is this possible!? In the clear and high-pitched female voice, I turned my head to look under the table. Under the short pleated skirt, jade-white and crystal-clear, super sexy and beautiful legs with soft lines appeared before my eyes... I have completely become a girl. A very beautiful and very sexy, obviously innocent-looking face, but full of seductive charm in every move, a stunningly beautiful long-legged girl. Even wrapped in a thick quilt, as long as I appear in front of my father, he will immediately get an erection. In order to avoid the tragedy of incest between father and daughter, my mother took me back to her parents' home and transferred me to her alma mater. Because I started early in elementary school and my grades were terrible due to focusing solely on basketball, I was demoted to second grade, which made it easier for me to adapt to life as a girl. The new school only had a cheerleading squad, no boys. Although I was assigned to the cheerleading squad, I wasn't required to participate in cheerleading activities. However, it looked awkward if I was the only one wearing a knee-length skirt during assemblies, so my skirt was incredibly short, just like the others in my class. The underwear I wore was also provided by the cheerleading sponsor—lace-up, openwork lace. With just a slight movement, every man on the street could see my incredibly alluring lingerie and my sexy, tender vulva. (That marching band girl is so hot! Beautiful and sexy! Her skirt is so short, yet her underwear is so lewd...aren't you afraid of being gang-raped?) (Her legs are even prettier than that goddess on Facebook!) (And she's not wearing stockings! Her bare legs are so white and perfect...I guess stockings are only for girls with unattractive legs...) (She's so beautiful and sexy, she must be the marching band captain, right? Which school is she from? I definitely have to go watch her competition!) (She's not a high school student, she's a middle school student from the West Bridge area, her skirt...) "That short skirt... maybe she's a cheerleader?" (Middle schooler? Such a great figure in middle school? And dressed so provocatively? Those legs...that waist...those breasts...that ass...I want to fuck her right now! No, no, no, I want to fuck her hundreds of times!) (Her little pussy is still pink...looks like it hasn't been fucked many times...) In the first few days at the new school, when I heard about the marching band girls, I would look around for pretty, sexy senior marching band members. Later I realized they were all talking about me, and I was so embarrassed I almost fainted. But thinking about it, it makes sense. Even if there was another beautiful and sexy girl in a short skirt nearby, she could never compare to my stunning beauty, alluring charm, and extreme sexiness. My ass is very white, very round, and very perky, without even a tan line. It's like I've never worn underwear since I was little, dazzlingly white under my miniskirt, tempting and seducing every man's big dick. My breasts are very beautiful and alluring, perky and firm. While not exceptionally large, they're considered large-breasted for a ninth-grade girl, let alone someone in eighth grade. Unbuttoning my school uniform top naturally reveals a deep and alluring cleavage, and when I wear a cheerleader outfit, they're so tight it's as if two large white rabbits might jump out of the neckline at any moment. My body is incredibly sensitive; my pink nipples become erect the moment they get a little cold, forcing open the collar buttons and revealing two exquisitely beautiful, tender, white breasts. My vulva, between my legs and under my miniskirt, is also extremely sensitive, easily leaking fragrant, aphrodisiac fluid that completely soaks my already sheer panties. To protect my chastity, I try to walk on crowded routes. Even though it means exposing my genitals to countless men, it's much better than being dragged into an alley and raped when I'm alone. Of course, I only take the women-only trains; even if I accidentally oversleep and miss the train, I absolutely refuse to let myself fall into the clutches of a pervert. Every instructor at school was utterly infatuated with me. They never held me late, and were always incredibly attentive, showering me with concern and trying to find excuses to follow me upstairs, secretly taking pictures of my incredibly alluring lower body and long, fair legs under my miniskirt. Ugh, you're so annoying, instructors! Since becoming a girl, I can no longer speak as rudely as I used to as a boy. Whenever I open my mouth, I can only utter a sweet, delicate voice and soft, seductive whispers. Even when I'm cursing, it's in a soft, sweet voice, as if I'm sweetly pleading with the other person. It makes me blush every time I curse: "You're so lecherous, instructor!" Ugh…no…don't keep staring at my…my…there…I'm so embarrassed…? I desperately wanted to kick the instructor down the stairs, but my two smooth, beautiful legs under my miniskirt defied my will, forcing me to continue upstairs blushing, gracefully swaying my hips and letting the man lecherously peek under my skirt. I didn't wear this...this...panties...just for the instructor to see! The extremely thin lace could barely cover my throbbing, wet slit. You can't keep staring at me like that! I hate you...instructor, you're so annoying! ...Don't look anymore...I'm...I'm...almost...almost...wet! When the cheerleading team has activities, I have to teach other classes. The male teachers and classmates were very kind to me, but their lessons were much more difficult and the pace of the course was much faster than the cheerleading class. My foundation was too weak, so I couldn't keep up. Eventually, I just stopped going and stayed in the empty classroom to study. Then, in that deserted classroom, I was raped by the drill instructor who had sneaked in. It was my first time having sex, yet the instructor brought me to multiple orgasms, making me feel incredibly good. I should have been angry, but my heart was filled with a mixture of shame and joy, as if proving that I had truly become a beautiful and attractive girl. My long, slender, fair legs involuntarily clamped tightly around the instructor, letting him thrust his large penis deep and shallow in and out of my incredibly alluring vagina, making me excited, moaning, and trembling. My big, watery eyes kept gushing out tears of euphoria and satisfaction, and my tight, wet, and wanton vagina was constantly gushing out fluids, like the most abundant and surging waterfall. Ugh... No... No... Stop, stop... This is... my first time... Ah... Hmm... It's so hot! Ah... Ugh... I hate it... Will... I'll break... Ah... No... I can't... Ah... Hmm... Hmm... I'm so delicate and charming, I couldn't resist the man's strength. No matter how I struggled and twisted, it only made my incredibly smooth body penetrate deeper and tighter, making me appear even more lewd, seductive, and wanton, as if I was actively squeezing my thighs, shyly and obediently submitting to the man's fierce penetration. No, no... No, stop... They... They... They'll be back soon... Oh... Oh... Oh... Every day, I wore such short skirts and such provocative underwear. When we were in a rush, the instructor wouldn't even take my underwear off. He'd just gently push it aside and thrust his huge penis into my tender flower, making me moan and cry out loud with his hard, thick penis. Often, I didn't have time to change my underwear, which was soaked with my juices and semen, before the girls would gradually return to the classroom. Including daily practice, the cheerleading team had many activities. Except when I had my period, I was penetrated by the instructor's huge penis every day, his hot, thick semen watering my tender, fragrant flower. This first time I was penetrated, I became addicted to sex, turning from a child who disliked studying into a good girl who wanted to go to school every day. Even a cold or fever couldn't stop me from going to school. Since being penetrated by the instructor, I've become more easily embarrassed, more easily blushed, and more easily orgasmed. Just being ogled by men at school was enough to make my pussy wet, so I always had to carry several sets of thin, see-through sexy lingerie in my bag, so that the boys at school could admire the different colors and alluring temptations under my miniskirts every morning and evening. My older cousin would come to keep me company on weekends and sleep with me at night. I felt really bad about taking up her time all the time, so I offered to be her little follower, so she could keep me company without neglecting her friends. Most of my cousin's best friends were in the marching band, all of them very beautiful and charming long-legged beauties. Cute and shy as I was, I quickly became their darling, and they often joked that they would steal me away from my cousin. After the midterm exams, my cousins arranged to meet up with some boys, and my cousin seemed to know one of them and had a crush on him. Driven by curiosity, I blushed and agreed to go to the meeting, wanting to see which jerk had won my cousin's heart. Because I was worried about getting my pants wet from squirting, I wore a pleated skirt that exposed my upper thighs on the day of the social event, and my underwear was as revealing as usual—super provocative, paired with a half-cup see-through bra. The other women were all long-legged beauties from the marching band, and they usually dressed very scantily. I felt that with my half-exposed breasts and completely bare thighs, I probably didn't stand out much among them.My cousin and I were already late when we arrived, but it was ridiculous that there were only girls there. After all the girls arrived, I realized the actual meeting point was near the subway station, and the guys had been waiting for almost half an hour; we were the ones who were truly late. I didn't realize how late it was inside the subway station, but once we got off, I was struck by how strong the wind was outside. My cousin and the others were all wearing tight hot pants, while I was the only one in a miniskirt. Because I was walking slowly, holding my skirt, I slowed everyone down, and we arrived at the meeting point much later. The guys initially seemed a bit unhappy, but when they saw us beautiful girls, they all smiled. The guy leading the group kindly brought over a small box and asked us to take turns putting our hands in it to draw motorcycle keys. Ugh, my first time playing a key-drawing game, and I was participating as a girl instead of having to drop my key into the box for a girl to draw! My cousin was ahead of me in line, and the guy she drew seemed a little disappointed. I really don't know who he wanted to be drawn from, since my cousin is so pretty. I drew a guy named Jing, who was quite handsome. However, I wasn't sure if his appearance would be popular with girls, since I don't have any feelings for boys; my crush is still Juan, the class beauty from my old school. Wearing a miniskirt on a motorcycle is really inconvenient, but my cousin brought me a light jacket, which I tied around my waist to cover my thighs, so I didn't have to worry about showing too much when straddling. Sitting sideways in a skirt is easy to expose and very unsafe, so I tied my jacket and got on the motorcycle first, straddling the back seat, and then Jing sat in front of me. Jing's motorcycle seat is a bit tilted forward, so after we started riding, I was quickly pulled against him by gravity, and I was so embarrassed that my nipples were erect and my vagina was wet. I thought that covering myself with the jacket would prevent any exposure, but the wind could easily lift it up, so I had to wrap my slender arms around Jing's body, press the edge of the jacket with my elbows, and press my two half-naked breasts tightly against the boy's back, blushing as I felt the hard and strong male body in front of me. Even though we had mobile map navigation, and the motorcycles didn't need to group together, the other couples always stayed close to Jing and me, with no one speeding up to create distance. My cousin only told me after the party that it was because I was so beautiful and sexy—my breasts were half-naked, and my jacket and skirt often billowed up, revealing my thighs—that the guys couldn't bear to leave this incredibly alluring little vixen. Jing's driving was actually very smooth, but my body was too sensitive; even the slightest tremor would easily arouse me. Besides, my breasts were pressed against his back, and the tingling sensation made me want to moan softly. If I loosened my grip, my jacket and skirt would inevitably slip open, giving the other guys a feast for the eyes. After we arrived at our destination, Jing stayed by my side, shielding me from the most exposed angles. However, I was dressed so scantily and sexily, my skirt was ridiculously short, and my bra and panties were incredibly provocative, so every guy got a glimpse of my pink nipples and my tender, beautiful vulva. Because of my amazing figure, the guys initially thought I just had a baby face, but they were all quite surprised to find out I was younger than Jing's sister. I hadn't expected the group date to be boring, but I had a wonderful time. Jing's gentle and considerate nature made me feel comfortable and warm throughout, and I often snuggled in his arms, letting him hold my waist tightly and allowing him to admire my erect pink nipples and large, white breasts. In the evening, Jing asked if he could give me another ride without taking out the key. I blushed and shyly agreed, then sat in the car pressing my breasts against him, my thighs clamping around his, and my slender arms wrapped around his waist. My cousin laughed and said we looked like a couple deeply in love. Before parting at the subway station, Jing stammered and confessed his feelings, hoping I would be his girlfriend. I blushed and was too embarrassed to speak, only able to tug at my short skirt. My cousin smiled and handed him my new Facebook, telling him to keep trying. Jing and I stared at each other, blushing, for a long time until my sisters, grinning and shouting that we shouldn't let Jing get away so easily, pulled me away. With my cousin's encouragement, Jing and I started dating. Because Jing especially liked my legs, I always wore miniskirts on our dates. Anyway, with my cousin helping to cover it up, my mother didn't know I was dressing up for a boy. At first, my cousin would keep an eye on me, but after she got a boyfriend, she felt comfortable entrusting me to Jing. Although I had long been trained by the instructors to be a wanton and slutty little slut, I couldn't help but blush and feel shy around Jing, like an innocent girl who had never experienced anything. Perhaps because he thought I was too young, the most intimate things Jing did with me were holding hands, hugging, and kissing. Even though his penis was already hard, he couldn't bear to let me use my little hands and mouth to help him ejaculate, enduring the throbbing pain and suffering in his crotch alone. My dresses are always very revealing and sexy, but my nipples and vulva are always the most beautiful pink. No man other than the drill instructor could possibly doubt that I'm not a virgin. Jing, who loves me deeply, would rather suffer himself than use his unusually large penis to penetrate my incredibly tight and innocent vagina. After entering my senior year of high school, Jing had to focus on studying for university entrance exams, so he spent less time with me. Although I repeated a year of junior high, my grades were still terrible. I could only swagger around in the cheerleading squad; there was no way I could get into a good school. Luckily, there was a special admission for the marching band. With my beauty and long legs, I could definitely become my cousin and Juan's junior, but they both got in based on their own merit. With my poor grades, I could only rely on my pretty face and wanton body. My grades in the cheerleading squad were, of course, number one. After all, I always stayed at school for classes and self-study, and all my classmates took it for granted. Only I knew how hard it was to achieve that result. How could I possibly concentrate on my studies when I was constantly being fucked senseless? And there are plenty of girls more talented than me; they could easily surpass me, someone whose mind is only filled with sex, with just a little effort. Teacher…? …I…still don’t quite understand…? I twirled my long, flowing hair that reached my chest with my fingers, bending slightly forward so the teacher could see the lace pattern on my bra. Could you…teach me again? Please? I gently lifted my already incredibly short skirt, revealing even more of my fair, flawless thighs, so the teacher could see my semi-transparent panties underneath. Ah…so that’s how it is? Teacher…you’re so amazing! I gently hugged the teacher, rubbing my incredibly soft breasts against him. With my innocent face and sexy clothes, I had already learned how to control men, especially male teachers. As long as I mastered the timing and rhythm, I didn’t have to worry about being raped by any man other than the instructors; just my cleavage and thighs were enough to make them obedient and submissive, eagerly tutoring me, leaking my answers, and stealing my exam papers. Faced with my pure, cute, and studious nature, even many female teachers had a good impression of me, let alone those men who only thought with their penises. As long as I tugged at my ridiculously short skirt and gave them a sweet smile with a blushing face, the male teachers would do anything for me. No one would believe that my seemingly innocent appearance concealed a pair of panties stained with men's semen. Cheerleading activities decreased in third grade, so I was fucked less often, but I still managed at least once a day. When my sexual energy was low, I would hint to the drill instructor to come to school early with me, so he would take responsibility for my unsatisfied, lustful body and ejaculate all his pent-up semen into me. Because of my pink nipples and beautiful vulva, I was admitted to the marching band with an exceptionally high score—the only one in history to achieve this. Of course, there were many stunning beauties among the senior students, but it was rare for a girl as pretty and sexy as me to still be a virgin. Of course, I only received the admission notice, not a detailed score list. But the drill instructor somehow found out my scores and even got copies of my and other specially recruited students' interview scores. Seeing that familiar, delicate handwriting on the form, my vagina involuntarily twitched, gripping his large penis tightly as he was about to pull away, refusing to let go. He couldn't help but pant and roar, praising my vagina as tight as a virgin's, truly deserving of being the most beautiful and seductive special recruit in history. In the second semester of my final year of junior high, even though graduation was still a long way off, the drill instructor was transferred due to a promotion and couldn't stay to have sex with me anymore. After the news was confirmed, the first person he notified wasn't his wife and children, nor his colleagues and friends, but me, the one he missed the most. In the days before he left, we made love like madmen, almost getting caught several times—the campus's pure goddess being wildly fucked by the soon-to-be-promoted, excellent drill instructor. On graduation day, the drill instructor kept his promise to me, taking leave from his new job and returning to school early to have sex with me. As the top student in the cheerleading class and the graduate with the shortest skirt in the entire school, I represented all the students on stage to give a speech. Blushing, I squeezed my legs together, trying hard to prevent the copious amount of semen from leaking out of my vagina, and with my clear, sweet voice, I aroused every man in the auditorium. Then, amidst their lecherous stares, I swayed my short skirt and walked seductively backstage, shyly offering my delicate body to the instructor who had been waiting there. The uniforms for the special recruits in the marching band were all custom-made, so I arrived at the very beginning of summer vacation...We were going to have our measurements taken at the girls' high school. Because they were worried the younger girls would be shy, the marching band assigned us senior students to accompany and assist us throughout the process, introducing us to the campus and marching band life. I initially thought my senior would also be a special admission student, but it turned out to be Juan, the beautiful girl I'd had a crush on for years. Juan and I hit it off immediately, and after the measurements, she invited me to her house. Her mother also really liked me, this cute younger girl, often asking Juan to go shopping with me, and even bought me a super cute mini-skirt. Juan's father was a career soldier and was often away from home. Her brother had just been admitted to university and was out partying with his best friends, so I didn't see him either. Jing had to work to save for tuition, so we only went on a few dates during the summer before she went to university. Before starting school, we finally received our marching band uniforms and our regular school uniforms. To make it easier to practice after school, the special admission students' uniforms were modified to be incredibly sexy. The skirts were ridiculously short, and the tops emphasized the girls' curves. Although the design remained the same as a regular school uniform, the same amount of fabric was used to create a more sexy and alluring visual effect. Wearing the new uniform made me look elegant, graceful, and incomparably beautiful. My almost naked buttocks and long legs under the short skirt were so captivating that men couldn't look away. The day I received my new uniform, I slept at Juan's house. In the middle of the night, I had a very shameful erotic dream. I saw Juan kneeling under my nightgown, sucking and licking my extremely sensitive vulva, and drinking all the fluids I ejaculated. When I woke up the next day, I was so ashamed I wanted to die. But Juan slept well, her sweet face radiant, seemingly even more beautiful than the day before. Since that dream, every time I slept at Juan's house, I would dream of similar scenes. Sometimes her mother would even chime in, making me extremely shy every time I woke up and saw them. Juan and I were very close, and after school started, she often invited me to her house. However, her father and brother would be back on the weekend, so I wouldn't bother them. Besides, my dear boyfriend would be coming back from university to see me. Jing really liked how cute I looked in my marching band uniform, but he was still as clueless as before, only hugging and kissing me, never crossing the line. At the end of my first semester of high school, I became the captain of the marching band because I was so beautiful and sexy, with such eye-catching long, fair legs. It would have been strange to be assigned to any other squad; only the captain's position suited me. I didn't have sex with any man during my three years of high school, but every time I was at Juan's house, I would have those strange and shameful erotic dreams, which kept my lust at a manageable level. The sexual ecstasy of my two years in junior high had long since faded from my heart. I had almost forgotten what the drill instructor who took my virginity looked like. The only man left in my heart was my boyfriend, Jing, who loved me deeply and came back to see me every week. Jing had excellent grades and could graduate from university in three years. So, in my junior year, he proposed to me, who was still in high school, and I shyly nodded. Because I don't like talking about the past, Jing didn't mention his family much when we went on dates. I never imagined his sister was Juan, and his mother was Juan's mother—that increasingly youthful and beautiful middle-aged woman who often appeared in my fantasies. Jing and Juan's father were career soldiers, and also the drill instructor who took my virginity. The day I met Jing's parents, I was so embarrassed I almost died, my mind filled with the pleasurable memories of making love with his father. My sexy lingerie under my miniskirt was incredibly wet, the flowing fluids mirroring my uncontrollable longing for my beloved drill instructor. Juan already knew I was her brother's girlfriend, but she never said anything; no wonder I was kept in the dark. I married Jing right after graduating high school, and after three years, I experienced a man's penetration again. Jing made me so happy, so excited, so joyful, so comfortable. His technique couldn't compare to his father's, of course, but Jing's penis was thicker, bigger, longer, and harder. He fucked me until I cried out in pleasure, experiencing wave after wave of orgasms. My tight vaginal walls were even chafed raw, leaving tiny bloodstains on the sheets like a broken melon. After our honeymoon, Jing went back to the lab. He wanted to pursue a combined master's and doctoral degree and couldn't stay immersed in the pleasures of the world. >Free adult websites, European and American movies, free uniforms, Asian and European online, zone one, candid shots, novels, pictures, alternative moans, domestic first-class rural women's pleasure, Japanese free uncensored. My father-in-law always played the role of a strict father at home, but whenever we were alone, he would rape me, discipline me, enjoy me, conquer me, just like before, lifting my miniskirt and penetrating me with his huge penis. And I was so happy, so comfortable, so satisfied by my father-in-law's fucking. Whenever Jing went out, my heart always longed to be alone with him. Even when my mother-in-law and Juan were home, I would often use revealing and sexy clothes and various shy words and actions to tease the bad man who had taken my virginity and brought me endless pleasure. On nights when Jing slept in the lab, I never locked the door, hoping my father-in-law's large penis would fill the emptiness of my vagina. But perhaps afraid of being discovered by my wife and daughter, my father-in-law never took the opportunity to have sex with me. Instead, strange erotic dreams from before my marriage often appeared, and the other two women in the house would always lick me until I was in ecstasy and my juices flowed freely. Since I got married, my mother moved back to her parents' home. To thank my father for raising me, every time I went back to my parents' home, I would deliberately dress lightly and revealingly, allowing my dear father to freely ogle his beautiful and sexy daughter, admire my half-naked breasts and completely naked thighs, and take the opportunity to take out his penis and have sex with me when my mother wasn't looking.

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