Indulgence after a breakup

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My name is Xiaoning, I'm twenty years old, 170cm tall, and very beautiful. I have big, dark, watery eyes, delicate eyebrows, a small, straight nose, and small, pink lips. My skin is fair and smooth as silk. My figure is also top-notch: 34E-23-35. I'm often praised for having an angelic face and a devilish figure. I'm quite selective when choosing a boyfriend. He was very attentive to me, and I observed him for over two months before we officially started dating.

Moreover, this was my first relationship, and I loved him deeply. I even gave him my virginity. But unexpectedly, he turned out to be a liar. He disappeared the day after he got my virginity, and I couldn't find him anywhere.

He didn't reappear until more than a week later, and then he told me he wanted to break up. He still had some conscience; he didn't just end things hastily. At least he gave me a bunch of beautiful reasons for breaking up, to make me feel a little more comforted and less embarrassed. But everyone who knew what happened called him a conman, saying he'd taken my virginity and was afraid I'd cling to him, which was why he'd so hastily dumped me. I didn't want to believe it, but the truth wouldn't let me.

So, I was truly heartbroken. I wandered aimlessly through the streets when a sudden downpour began. I let the raindrops beat down on me, thinking no one would notice even if I cried. As I walked, I realized I'd reached a convenience store. I went inside and bought six bottles of beer, then walked to a deserted park.

I kept drinking, thinking about my ex-boyfriend, downing bottle after bottle until the very last one. I wiped my face, but more rain fell, blurring my vision. I picked up all the empty bottles and threw them in a nearby trash can, then staggered home, my steps unsteady.

I came to a small street and saw three boys standing under an eave. One of them looked a lot like him, though not as tall or muscular. My head was spinning, and my head was throbbing. They pulled me under the eaves, surrounding me among them. I leaned against the man who looked like him, and I vaguely heard their voices—something about being drunk, about going home—words he often said to me. I couldn't tell if the person in front of me was the real him or a fake, but they looked so alike that even for a brief moment, I couldn't bear to leave. Perhaps this was the beautiful dream I had been waiting for; let the dream continue!

I felt him embracing me, felt his gentle kisses. I leaned against him, pressed against his chest. I raised my arms to encircle his neck, tilted my head back, and kissed him passionately. I finally had him again! His hands were already on my body; my body still attracted him, and I enjoyed his caresses.

His hands were still so warm in the cold night. We stopped kissing, and I rested my head on his shoulder. I knew he was looking down at my body. I let him rummage through my clothes, let him caress me. I squinted as I watched my clothes being pulled down from my shoulders, my skirt being lifted.

Then he whispered gently, "Your body is beautiful, so alluring."

I smiled at him, murmuring his name repeatedly. And he, very gently, kept whispering "I love you" in my ear. I was truly intoxicated. How I longed to hear him say those words again, and now that I had finally gotten my wish, I was filled with joy and sweetness. Just as I was completely lost in the moment, I sensed something unusual. He kept whispering in my ear, but I also felt his warm kisses passionately caressing my nipples. I could feel his large palms and nimble fingertips kneading and caressing my chest, thighs, and below my abdomen. I felt increasingly uneasy. I lowered

my head and shook it, and my consciousness seemed to clear a little. I saw my shirt pulled down to my abdomen, exposing my snow-white, round, and firm breasts to the air. My skirt was also pulled up and tucked into my waistband, my underwear down to my knees. My smooth, beautiful body was completely exposed; at that moment, I was practically naked. But what shocked me most was that there were two people in front of me, their hands constantly groping my body.

One was bent over, passionately kissing my nipples, his hands also holding one of my breasts, sucking and kneading it. The other held my other breast with one hand, kneading it incessantly, shaping my round breast into different forms, while his other hand teased my genitals beneath my thick pubic hair. And the person behind me, his hands roamed and kneaded all over my body. I felt extremely terrified. When I looked up again and saw the face of the person behind me, it wasn't the one I loved at all!

I looked down at my naked body again. Soaked from the rain, the water reflected the streetlights, casting a soft glow. My alluring figure, which should have belonged only to him, was now being wantonly tasted by those strange hands and faces. The pleasure vanished instantly, replaced by a wave of nausea.

I abruptly broke free from the embrace behind me, not bothering to straighten my clothes, covering my mouth, and ran for my life. But after only a few steps, I collapsed to the ground, my underwear caught on my knees, preventing me from taking another step. At that moment, the three of them rushed up, their faces filled with lewd grins as they looked at my barely clothed state. Although I was now fully conscious, I was too drunk to resist. They pulled me forward, but my legs were still caught in my pants. Without a second thought, they tore them open and dragged me into the alley.

I guessed what would happen next, but I didn't struggle. Perhaps his resolute departure meant I had lost everything; I had nothing left but an empty shell. What was the point of struggling? Since one of the three looked so much like him, even a moment of stolen pleasure was worthwhile. Therefore, I let them continue to savor my delicate body, but I felt no excitement whatsoever. I watched myself naked in this place, shamelessly allowing strangers to touch me, wantonly spreading my arms and legs, welcoming their wanton teasing.

Some nibbled at my tiny pink nipples, some squeezed my soft, elastic breasts forcefully, some kissed my mouth, and some kneaded my vulva with their fingers, while others inserted their fingers into my vagina. I gradually became aware of the physical pleasure, my breathing became heavier, and they were pleased to see the changes in my body, so they worked even harder to make me feel good. I couldn't resist their fierce onslaught and gradually succumbed.

I became increasingly excited, feeling my vulva getting hot and swollen from being squeezed, and my vagina becoming increasingly itchy. My juices kept seeping out, and they scooped them out from my vagina and smeared them all over my vulva. My breasts were squeezed out of shape, and another hand kept twisting and rotating my nipples, making them stand up high. The other hand would sometimes nibble at my nipples, sometimes tease them with its tongue, and sometimes suck on my nipples and areolas, sucking them into its mouth in big gulps, making a squelching sound.

My body is very sensitive, and since I'd only been with my ex-boyfriend once, it felt even more unfamiliar. I only knew it felt incredibly good; my body was burning hot, and I couldn't help but moan softly. They spread my legs wider, and my genitals felt unusually hot, with an even greater flow of fluid. The fingers kneading my clitoris felt smoother with the lubrication, circling back and forth. The fingers thrusting inside my vagina sometimes moved quickly, sometimes slowly, or probing at the entrance.

The stinging of my nipples, the squeezing of my breasts, the deep kisses, the heat of my clitoris, the itching of my vagina, combined with being indoors, the cool breeze, the light rain, and the strangers—multiple stimuli brought on an orgasm. I think this was an orgasm. I felt the fingers on my clitoris suddenly become gentler and slower, the thrusting in my vagina felt smoother, and a tingling sensation came from my lower abdomen, gradually intensifying.

Waves of pleasure washed over me, my lower abdomen tightened, my juices flowed more freely, and my moans grew louder yet long and drawn-out—the most alluring moans imaginable. The waves of tingling sensation made my legs weak, and every sensitive spot on my body became even more sensitive. I gripped my arms tightly, each wave of tingling making me hold on even tighter.

I savored this wondrous and wonderful feeling. They knew my climax was approaching, their eyes fixed on my face, but their hands didn't stop, continuing their movements. I couldn't take it anymore; the tingling sensation was intense. I felt a warm current flowing inside my vagina. I had been suppressing it, but with each wave of tingling, I could no longer hold back, letting it gush out. With each gushing of fluid, the feeling intensified. The

hand that had been thrusting in and out of my vagina was immediately withdrawn, but it was too late, causing fluid to splash around. As the finger was pulled out, a clear jet of water shot forward. They watched, mesmerized, gasping for breath. They said they'd never truly seen squirting before; so this is what it's called. They were surprised I had this.

As the fluid turned into droplets, I felt an intense emptiness in my vagina, a desperate longing for something to fill it. But when I recalled what had just happened, a wave of shame washed over me, a warning against my indulgence. Yet, the emptiness was so intense, and they were so eager to pull down their pants, wanting to give me even more intense pleasure. I found myself yearning for my vagina to be filled; I was utterly confused.

However, my confusion was short-lived. A thick iron rod was already pressing against the entrance of my itchy vagina. Because my standing position wasn't ideal, they made me sit sideways on a motorcycle parked in the alley. As soon as I sat down, they spread my legs. They first bent down to admire my pink vulva, praising how tight it was. Then, the one who most resembled my ex-boyfriend stepped forward to prepare.

He pressed his thick iron rod against the outside of my vagina, while the other two men switched to fondling my breasts, watching my vagina being breached. His entry wasn't smooth, and I felt a sharp pain. Finding it difficult to penetrate, he asked in confusion if it was my first time. I shook my head and said it was my second. He was equally surprised, and gently pushed his thick rod forward slowly. I frowned, enduring the pain.

Seeing my pained expression, they comforted me, saying it would soon subside, and continued to tease me, arousing me and causing me to secrete more fluid. I watched as his iron rod gradually slid into my vagina. After enduring the pain, his thick rod was deep inside my hole. He began to move slowly back and forth, gradually increasing the speed of his movements. He kept saying my vagina was very tight, making him want to ejaculate.

I felt waves of pleasure, and I moaned softly, my eyes still fixed on the iron rod's entry and exit. When his rod was pulled out, it glistened with fluid, and my opening seemed to open and close intermittently. But before I could get enough excitement, he ejaculated. Luckily, another one immediately took his place, beginning his rapid thrusting. I moaned, squinting my eyes in enjoyment, but a sense of shame secretly surfaced again, a warning to me.

The pleasure from his vagina made me ignore the shame. I opened my eyes wider, staring at the point of entry and exit, hoping that the sight and pleasure would mask the shame. I continued to enjoy that unprecedented excitement. I still wasn't satisfied. He ejaculated again. On the third time, he pulled me off the motorcycle, making me bend over, hands on the frame, my round, white buttocks raised. He penetrated me from behind.

This feeling was different from the previous ones, but it still gave me a strong sense of excitement, very comfortable. The two people beside me grabbed my violently shaking breasts, or pinched my nipples tightly, but their hands didn't move, letting my breasts sway naturally, causing my nipples to be pulled. That tingling sensation excited me even more.

The man thrust in and out, occasionally slapping my buttocks with his hand, making a slapping sound that made the atmosphere even more obscene. But my senses were aroused even more, and the feeling of shame was suppressed deep in my heart. At this moment, the pulling of my nipples, the sound of my buttocks being slapped, the squelching sound of thrusting due to the abundance of my juices, and the sound of my buttocks hitting each other, plunged me into a vortex of excitement again, and I felt the contraction in my lower abdomen again.

My legs trembled again, my hands gripped the motorcycle seat tightly, and my vagina contracted, tightly clamping the iron rod. He kept groaning that it was so tight, so tight, and when he seemed about to ejaculate, I couldn't help but release as well. My vagina gushed out another stream of clear water, and he quickly pulled out, enjoying my ejaculation performance once more.

The three of them embraced me together, and then one of them rang with his flashlight. He answered and quickly hung up. Then, he asked me to give him my phone number, saying that we could contact each other later. I didn't do anything or say anything. But the three of them continued to caress and tease me, constantly trying to persuade me to enjoy pleasure again later. I initially tried to treat it as a dream, but their caresses overcame my desire, and I blurted out the number.

Just then, I heard voices outside the alley. I quickly pulled my clothes up, and two policemen appeared at the alley's exit. They looked over at the noise, and we walked towards them, showing them our IDs. They scrutinized the four of us, their gaze finally settling on me. I looked down at myself, my face instantly burning. My white clothes were soaked through, almost transparent, revealing every inch of my body. I had just hastily put my clothes back on without any care. My upper body was alright, covered by my underwear, but my lower body, because my panties had been torn, revealed a dark patch beneath my transparent skirt.

Under the scrutinizing gaze of the two policemen, I felt incredibly ashamed, wishing I could disappear into a hole! They questioned our relationship, and to avoid trouble and being taken to the police station, we all unanimously claimed we were friends, and that we had acted impulsively and gone too far while drunk.

The two policemen didn't suspect anything, but they verbally harassed me repeatedly, especially me. They told the other three to leave first, and after they left, they lectured me, but while they were talking, their eyes were on me, making me extremely uncomfortable. I was afraid of their gaze, so I lowered my head. They seemed to realize that I still had a sense of shame, so they also told me to go home as soon as possible. My mind was still hazy, and my steps were unsteady.

They approached me again, pulling me into the alley. They questioned me about whether I was simply drunk and whether I had used drugs. I naturally denied it, but they didn't believe me and, on suspicion of drug possession, demanded a body search. Both were male officers. I covered my chest in shock. They said if I minded being searched, they could take me back to the police station and let a female officer handle it. I wanted to agree, but considering my current attire, I changed my mind. Being taken back to the police station like this would be utterly humiliating. I thought that since I had already acted foolishly, a body search by two officers was relatively insignificant, so I let them search me. They searched me thoroughly, from my upper body to my lower body,

without avoiding my private parts. They kept touching my chest for a while, secretly pinching my nipples, and also touching my buttocks and pubic hair. After the search, they asked me to turn my clothes inside out to check for hidden drugs. I hesitated for a moment. Seeing that I didn't react, they pretended to take me back to the police station.

I immediately did as they instructed, pulling down my clothes and opening my bra, which they then carefully inspected. But I noticed their gaze wasn't on my bra at all, but on my beautiful breasts. While checking my bra, they would occasionally press my breasts with the back of their hands and lightly brush against my small, bean-like nipples. Sensitive to the touch, my nipples involuntarily hardened, standing erect as if begging to be suckled. The two policemen were practically drooling. After checking my bra, they didn't pull it down properly, leaving my two proud, high breasts exposed to the dim light.

I dared not move, unsure if they would continue to inspect, so I continued to expose my breasts. Then, they lifted my skirt, examined my dark pubic hair for a while, and then reached out. They said they needed to check my vagina for drugs and told me to sit on the motorcycle and spread my legs. Of course I knew these two policemen were lustful, but what could I do? I couldn't very well be taken back to the police station.

So, I obeyed them, sat on the motorcycle, and spread my legs, bowing my head in shame. But they wouldn't let me keep my head down; they wanted me to open my eyes and watch their inspection. They said that since my behavior with the other men had been so bold, why pretend to be shy now?

I explained that I had drunk too much and had mistaken one of them for my ex-lover, but they said it was the same thing—spending time with three men in a public place, not knowing what we'd done, and not even wearing underwear. I was speechless. They didn't say much more. One of them touched my clitoris, kneading it lightly, while the other inserted two fingers into my vagina, grinning lewdly.

He said he was surprised my vagina was still so tight and began thrusting and probing inside. Then they switched places, the one who had been kneading my clitoris now "inspecting" my vagina. I was initially filled with shame and disgust at their actions as police officers, doing such lewd things. But somehow, under their teasing, despite my disgust, I felt a strange excitement.

My juices flowed again, and sensing the changes in my body, they became bolder. Their other hands reached to my chest, kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples. Watching the two policemen fondle my body, my excitement intensified, and my breathing became rapid. I had never imagined my body was so sensitive, or that I enjoyed being teased so much.

Soon, I felt that tingling sensation again, and I let out a long, soft moan, fully enjoying it. Wave after wave of tingling sensations followed, and finally, I gushed out warm fluid again, leaving them both looking surprised. At this moment, one of them seemed unable to bear it any longer. He suddenly unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and pulled out an iron rod, then thrust it into my vagina. I cried out, and he began to thrust.

He kept saying how tight my vagina was, and in less than a few seconds, he ejaculated. I think I was already flushed with desire, and even seemed unsatisfied, because another policeman said, "How could you be so bad? Look at this little girl, still all horny, not even satisfied."

Then, he immediately pulled out his iron rod and inserted it into my vagina. He couldn't help but repeat that phrase, saying my vagina was tight and hot, but his stamina was quite good, and he only ejaculated after I felt satisfied. After he finished, he immediately pulled up his pants. The other policeman, seeing that he had put his pants on, immediately pulled him away. They took a few steps, glanced back at me, and then walked out of the alley without looking back.

Perhaps they were afraid of being discovered; they left in such a hurry, ignoring me, just finishing and leaving. I looked down at my vagina, watching the milky white liquid seeping out, dripping onto the ground, drop by drop. I never imagined that after all this time, I'd been so chaste, losing my virginity so recently, and in less than two weeks, within just a few hours, I'd been penetrated by five different men, each ejaculating inside me.

Thankfully, I started taking birth control pills after that first time, but I've only been doing it for less than a month. I need to buy emergency contraception tomorrow morning; I don't want to be pregnant with someone else's child at such a young age.

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