Criticizing the school beauty who is already taken

During my university years, I didn't have much of an impression of Junjun. I saw her, but didn't know her personally. She wasn't tall, probably only about 1.62 meters, slender and thin, with large eyes. Besides these descriptions, I couldn't seem to find any other sense of this girl. Actually, as you can see from my description, she was very pretty. Pretty girls are the subject of discussion and study among the boys on campus, but I had no impression of her, and I wasn't the only one who felt this way
. Why was that? The answer seems to be that she had a boyfriend from the moment she entered the university, and I never saw them separate. As the saying goes, "A flower has an owner, a gentleman doesn't pursue it," and how could a person of integrity like myself linger and flutter about? It would be beneath my dignity.
Junjun's boyfriend was named Zhao Gang, from Qinghai. But he wasn't the rugged, burly type like a Tibetan; he was more like a cultured scholar from the Central Plains, his fortitude only revealed in his seemingly feigned coldness in his eyes.
He and Junjun were in the same department and class, studying inorganic chemistry. After graduation, he returned to his hometown alone. Later, I asked Junjun why she hadn't gone to Qinghai with him. Junjun said Zhao Gang's family wouldn't let her go, nor would they let her stay.
A profitable state-owned enterprise came to our school and forcibly took Junjun, me, and about a dozen others. This company was building a new project, and the leadership felt we were new blood and wanted to strengthen the company's culture, so they assigned us to participate in the equipment installation work. The factory was full of equipment and parts; just the part numbers alone were enough to keep us busy for a while. It was during this process of adapting to the work that I met Junjun.
After getting to know Junjun, I discovered that her personality was both melancholic and cheerful. At school, Zhao Gang's pretentious maturity and composure made her seem introverted, but here, she was swayed by our madness, laughing loudly all day long. It was also at this time that I truly discovered her beauty. Her face was as slender as her body, but this slenderness was accentuated by her large eyes, paired with a small, straight nose, and a slightly large but well-proportioned and very sexy mouth, making her entire face harmonious and wonderful.
My love for her blossomed without me even realizing it. She loved playing with me, saying things like, "You're so funny, I'm dying of laughter!" This was an affirmation of my humor, so I used that to my advantage, drawing her to my side. In a moment when it was just the two of us, we laughed, kissed, and made love.
I remember it was lunchtime. Usually, the workers would work until 11:30 and then rest on the floor to wait for the end of the workday. But for us energetic young people, it was the perfect opportunity to play. So, some were fooling around, some were chasing each other, some were approaching girls to flirt—everyone was doing their own thing.
Junjun and I played hide-and-seek, hiding further and further away until we finally reached the large warehouse where equipment parts were stored. In this massive building, this warehouse was separated from the outer installation hall by two large doors. After everyone left the factory and closed the doors, we didn't hear them. We
were trapped. I cried, she laughed. It's strange how things get so exciting and thrilling at times like this. We chased and played like madmen until we realized something was wrong, and then I found myself on top of her. A pair of large, dark eyes were looking at me, her face flushed, her breathing rapid. I kissed her, touching her slightly parted, thick lips briefly, then fully engulfing them.
Everyone knew that Zhao Gang and Junjun had rented a place off-campus and lived together during their sophomore year. So when she turned her head and slipped her tongue into my mouth, I sensed her skill in kissing. Then, I started groping around, lifting her clothes to expose her breasts for me to fondle. But before I could even touch her breasts through her bra, she had already unzipped my pants, her snake-like hand reaching in to grab my penis.
I'd never experienced such a direct action before, and shock was written all over my face. She laughed, a laugh that made me embarrassed, unable to kiss her open lips. I moved, lifting her clothes even higher, pulling up her bra to reveal her breasts. They weren't large, but petite and full. I took them in, sucking on her nipple a few times, not satisfied, and started biting with my teeth.
My mouth moved across her chest, and my hands grew even more eager, reaching down to tug at the waistband of her pants, which she was clutching tightly. She stopped laughing, pulled her hands out of my pants, and said, "No! Don't do this!" My mouth was wet, but my throat was dry. I got up and pleaded, "I won't do anything, just look, touch, okay?"
After pleading a couple of times, she agreed, letting go of my hands so I could take off my pants. Ah! White, clean flesh, a small groove extending from the prominent pubic bone of her vulva into the cleft of her thighs. I'd never seen anything like it! It was so beautiful, like an enlarged version of a child's vulva.
Involuntarily, I buried my head down, my tongue heading straight for that groove. The groove was closed, so I couldn't kiss much, but I kissed it relentlessly, my hands cupping her buttocks, greedily pulling them close to my face.
When I first kissed her, she laughed loudly while trying to block me with her hands, but now she was silent, excitedly wriggling her hips, clearly trying to spread her legs but unable to because of her pants. I felt it, sat up abruptly, grabbed her legs that were outstretched to me, and pulled them down along with her socks and underwear.
Freed from her restraints, her legs immediately parted, and as I leaned down, her legs rose up, resting perfectly on my shoulders. The coordination was too perfect; my mouth was right in front of her, facing her slightly parted labia. Actually, I didn't want to lick; her vaginal opening was wet, with white fluid oozing out, it didn't feel very clean, and there seemed to be a faint musky smell. I wanted to see; I had never seen such a smooth, hairless vulva, but her actions forced me into a licking position. I was
caught in a dilemma, my impulse was too strong, and my tongue licked the relatively clean area above. That was her clitoris. I pried it open with my hand, and a tiny red bean peeked out from under the small foreskin. It was quite beautiful, and my desire to lick it grew stronger. I pulled my tongue back and forth, and finally just sucked on it, like a nipple.
Junjun moaned, her soft whimpers fueling my desire even more. I was intoxicated, licking greedily until I reached the bottom, leaving my tongue sticky with fluid. The salty taste stimulated my taste buds, enticing me to explore deeper into the opening.
I went in a little, feeling a contraction. Suddenly, Zhao Gang appeared in my mind—first his face, then his figure seen from afar. Back in school, we would occasionally see them pass by in the distance, and we would discuss Zhao Gang's physique, his buttocks, and the size of his penis. Someone said they had seen him while showering with him, and that it was very large. We also thought that people from cold regions should have large penises.
My research on Junjun also started with her buttocks, because her breasts looked too ordinary from outside her clothes and weren't worth discussing in detail. Her buttocks were small, so we assumed her vagina was small too, and wondered how it could withstand Zhao Gang's large penis. I found it very stimulating and enjoyable to have a big penis inside a small vagina, and they thought so too.
Leaving Junjun's vulva, I saw that the vagina, where my tongue had just been inserted, seemed to be wriggling, trying to open. I inserted a finger; it was warm. I pulled it out and added another finger; it was a little tight, but with a little force, it went in. The image of Zhao Gang from earlier hadn't left my mind, and I could already feel his thick penis going in and out.
I couldn't hold back any longer and said I wanted it, and Junjun quickly nodded in agreement. So I knelt up and took off my pants. Junjun laughed as soon as I did, saying I had too much hair. I didn't care about her; I climbed on top and thrust inside.
Young people are so impatient. After inserting, I think I used the amplitude and frequency of a dragonfly's wings, and I was about to ejaculate. I was scared and tried to pull out, but Junjun held my buttocks tightly and wouldn't let go. When I broke free, I couldn't stop myself and started ejaculating. Even after I pulled out, I was still ejaculating, a lot of semen covering my vulva.
I asked her what to do, but she didn't seem to care. She got up and wanted to see my pubic hair. I told her I was a blue dragon, pulled my pants down to my ankles, and lifted my shirt to show her. She was both surprised and amused. I proudly asked, "How is it? Sexy, right?"
Unexpectedly, she sniffled and said, "Disgusting!"
We're both young, so we don't care about a chance encounter. My only worry was that I might ejaculate inside her. I asked her several times, and she said it was fine. Later, we lay on a cotton swab and chatted. While chatting, we took our clothes off and had sex again. This time, she insisted I ejaculate inside, saying it was her safe period.
Ejaculating inside is great. At our school, it's popular to have sex without a condom. After lights out, we talk about women, and if someone has sex without a condom, we're envious and admire them. Later, more open-minded girls found out too, and some even refused to give condoms to guys who wanted them to. This trend is based on self-control. If you fail and ejaculate inside, everyone knows it's troublesome. So, we're cautious, and at the slightest sign of trouble, we immediately pull out our penises and dare not continue. Ejaculation usually takes a long time to come out by rubbing it in with our hands. Since
Junjun was in her safe period and so confident, I naturally wanted to go all out. First, we did it head-on, then I had her ride me, and finally, I knelt down and fucked her hard, holding her buttocks. When he ejaculated, he thrust in as deep as possible with each stroke, ensuring every drop of fluid fully entered, making Junjun tremble and enjoy the orgasm.
From that day on, Junjun and I had our own privacy, which strengthened our relationship. After dinner, if I didn't go to the internet cafe or hang out with the boys in our dorm, I would go with Wang Xiaogang to the girls' dorm to find Junjun.
The girl who lived with Junjun was named Zhang Qian, a vocational school student. She was short and slightly chubby, round-faced, but pretty and interesting; we called her "Meatball" behind her back. Wang Xiaogang was her boyfriend and always hung out in their dorm. When I went there, it felt like I was pursuing Junjun, and Wang Xiaogang threatened to tell Zhao Gang.
Qinghai was only three or four hundred kilometers away, and Zhao Gang would come about half a month, staying in Junjun's dorm and having sex with her. Wang Xiaogang said that Rouwanzi initially always gave them space, but later she simply slept with the curtain drawn. However, she found Zhao Gang's sounds of having sex with Junjun unbearable, so she let him stay in the dormitory too, so they could each have their own, and it wouldn't be so uncomfortable.
After I had sex with Junjun, I no longer had to listen to Wang Xiaogang's boasting, because Junjun described things in more detail than him. Junjun said that Zhao Gang's penis was much bigger than mine. When she first started dating in college, she was afraid of it, but later she got used to it, had orgasms, and started to like it.
Once, Zhao Gang came to visit her and stayed for two nights. I didn't dare go to her dormitory, but while I was at work, I heard her say, "I just came yesterday and did it once, twice last night, and once again this morning." I asked her if it was comfortable. She said that this morning's session was a little painful. I said that it had been too much and might have damaged her, so I wanted to see how badly she had been fucked.
When we got to the equipment room in the warehouse, I made her take off her pants to show me. Sure enough, they were red, and there was even semen leaking out. There was also a patch of semen on the sanitary pad on her waistband. I asked her if she wasn't afraid of getting pregnant, and she said no. I was excited and wanted to have sex with her, but she was afraid someone would see and wouldn't let me. I grabbed her and forced it in; it was so slippery inside, incredibly stimulating. I was about to ejaculate after just a few thrusts. I asked her, and she said I could ejaculate anytime, so I recklessly ejaculated inside her.
But this very act of sex amidst the machine parts actually made Junjun pregnant. A month later, her period didn't come. After waiting another two weeks, she rushed to the hospital, and it was indeed true. She said it was mine. I said I only did it once, and Zhao Gang had done it so many times, how could she be sure it was mine? She said she had been having sex with Zhao Gang for three years and had never gotten pregnant, but strangely, she could get pregnant just by having sex with me.

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