After peeping into the women's restroom

I'm a college student .
I'm not very clear about other aspects of myself, but I'm quite knowledgeable about sex, because I consider myself
very lecherous. My favorite thing is peeping!

That was during my freshman year of college. Every student, upon arriving at university, would study hard for a while, and the best place to do so was the library. Each floor of the library had two
restrooms, one for men and one for women. The toilets were divided into many small cubicles, like private rooms, with doors. The toilet was connected by a drainpipe, so when
two people were defecating at the same time, they were in a straight line and couldn't see each other because of the cubicles. One time, while defecating, I
noticed that although each stall was separated, there was a gap of about 10 centimeters underneath. I thought that if I went into the women's restroom, I could use a mirror
to look underneath, and then I could see everything clearly through the reflection. After thinking of this, I quickly finished defecating, ran back to
my dorm to get a mirror, and went to the fourth floor of the library. Since there were only five floors, and the fifth floor wasn't open, the fourth floor was relatively less crowded,
making it safer to enter and exit the women's restroom. I waited in the corridor, waiting for the first girl to show me her vagina. Finally, a
girl appeared at the other end of the corridor. My heart started racing. To avoid arousing suspicion, I started walking towards her, pretending to be going to study. When I saw her
face clearly, she was quite pretty, with a good figure, and wearing a pink dress. A fragrant scent wafted from her as she passed by; it seemed she
cared about her appearance. When I reached her from behind, I glanced back. She didn't seem to suspect anything. I immediately turned around and followed her. After she went into
the restroom , I waited at the door. When I heard her open and close the door, I looked around—nobody there! Great! I immediately went
into the women's restroom. I bent down and peeked through the crack under the door. I saw a pair of feet—it was her! She was alone inside. Based on the position of her shoes,
I knew which way she was facing. I chose the squatting spot behind her and closed the door to prevent anyone from seeing me. I could vaguely
see her squatting in the reflection in the drain. I took out the mirror and carefully reached through the gap. Afraid of being discovered if I reached too far, I only went in a little.
When I saw a dark shadow appear in the mirror, I was so excited. After all, it was my first time. I slowly adjusted the angle and quickly saw
the whole thing. The opening, which was originally just a slit, was wide open because of urination, and the surrounding tender flesh was bright red. I really wanted to touch it, but I held back. Then the opening
widened a little more, and a stream of urine gushed out. The girl started urinating. I watched intently as the stream grew larger and then smaller again. It felt so good
. After she finished urinating, she took a piece of toilet paper and wiped her opening. I gently wiped her clean, then stood up, put on my skirt, and went out. Ah, that feeling was so wonderful! I
suddenly had the urge to rape her, hehe, but this was on campus, and that idea was too unrealistic. Suddenly, I remembered something. I listened outside and there was no sound
. I opened the door, went to her stall, and found the piece of paper she had used to wipe her vulva in the trash can. I picked it up and smelled it; there was no strange smell, on the contrary, it
was filled with her fragrance. My penis was already hard. I closed the door and, right where she had urinated, pulled out my penis.
The memory of that beautiful vulva floated into my mind. I held the paper in front of my nose with my left hand and smelled it intensely, while my right hand began to move back and forth. Then, whenever I had free time, I lived a blissful
life according to the method described above. Later, I simply stopped using mirrors and just lay on the ground, looking directly at her with my naked eyes. This was much clearer and felt better than using a mirror. However, not
long after, something happened that brought an end to this life.

That evening, I followed a girl to her location using the same method as before. This time, she wasn't urinating, but defecating. I
plugged my nostrils with two pieces of toilet paper and thoroughly admired her vulva. Because she defecated for a long time, her vulva expanded slightly with each strain, and her two clitoral labia
slowly separated from their sticky state, looking very fleshy. The more I looked, the more I wanted to touch it. Finally, I couldn't resist anymore. I thought that since it was Friday, there would be few people studying in the evening,
and it was dark outside. Even if I touched her, I could probably run away without being discovered. I finally made up my mind and began my boldest action... I
reached my hand under her... After aiming, I raised my palm, and her vulva was now within my grasp. I quickly touched it back and
forth , and at the same time, she was startled and quickly stood up. She was probably quite scared, so she even forgot to scream ^-^. I didn't dare to linger,
so I deliberately let out a very comfortable groan and then quickly disappeared. I didn't leave. Instead, I waited for her in a safe spot nearby where I could easily see the restroom entrance.
What would she do when she came out? Would she scream, run away, or cry? The anticipation was so subtle, indescribable
… Just as I guessed, she silently ran away. After all, she's a girl. If word got out that someone was groped in the restroom, any
girl The worst part is that everyone has their own version of events, and if it ended up being said that she was raped in the restroom, that would be terrible
… After she left, I quickly found a secluded spot, smelled that blissful hand—it had a very sexy scent. I couldn't wait to pull out my penis and, with the hand that had
just touched that beautiful opening, began another wonderful back-and-forth motion.

Later, I stopped using mirrors, ending my voyeuristic career and starting a more exciting new one. In one of my later attempts, I used too much force
and was incredibly lucky; my middle finger accidentally slipped directly into her vagina. The girl even cried out, "Oh!" Haha, nothing felt as good as
that time , especially since it was at night. To celebrate the success, I waited for her outside. After she came out, I followed her until she left the library.
I quickly circled around and bumped into her outside. I "accidentally" lost my watch, so I asked her for the time. She was wearing a watch, and I was amazed by
its design. I leaned in to look at it and then touched her hand with the middle finger that had been inside her. She was embarrassed, probably because of what had just
happened . Haha, the person who had just penetrated her was now standing right in front of her, and she didn't even know it. She was so happy! Then we left. I was
going to ask for her phone number, but I resisted.

And so, my life has always been happy.

When we got to our sophomore year, we transferred to a different school and moved to the main campus. On my first day there, I went to the main campus library to check out
the layout , but I was very dissatisfied with the result. Gradually, my interest shifted, and I only occasionally took the bus back to my old school to experience it for myself with my female classmates.

But during the holiday, something I never dared to imagine happened. Since the main campus had an earlier holiday, I went to my old school one evening.
As before, I waited for my "prey" in a safe spot, but there were too few people. I didn't catch anything by the time it got dark, and I still needed to take a bus back, as there were no buses running late.

Disappointed, I returned to campus. There, right in front of me, was a girl wearing a sexy black mini-skirt and a backless top.
The lights , and there were hardly any people around. Her path was practically deserted. Suddenly, I felt an urge to molest her. In fact, the moment this thought crossed my mind, I started walking towards her.
I knew what I was about to do… I quietly followed her. When I was very close, I looked around. Nobody there! Great!
Like a hungry wolf, I pounced. My left hand slipped under her clothes and stopped at her chest,
simultaneously taking control of her breasts. My right hand wasn't idle either. In perfect sync with my left, I lifted her already short skirt from below, and my fingers landed on her vulva. Damn, she was wearing
panties! But luckily, my fingers easily breached the panties, pushing the straps protecting my most sensitive area aside, and I began to enjoy
the most wonderful sensation from her vulva. And her? A purse slung across her shoulder, her right hand holding her phone motionless, stunned! I seized every second to savor the pleasure she
brought me, trying my best to take advantage... By the time she realized what was happening, it was already past three minutes. Her initial
reaction was a soft "ah," a quiet moan that no one but her and I could hear. She began to resist, but my left hand had already pinned her
to my chest. However, when her thighs closed, my right hand couldn't move freely. But it didn't matter; my fingers were already inside her
. Her struggles only brought me more pleasure. My penis was already hard, pressing against her soft buttocks. I started
moving my body up and down, rubbing my penis against her sexy buttocks. Now she knew resistance was useless and started to cry for help, but for some reason, her cries were very soft.
Perhaps it was because it was the first time she had cried for help, and my right hand's intrusion into her body and my left hand's pressure on her incredibly soft breasts and nipples didn't have much
force. Cries for help were ineffective! She began to beg me in a trembling, distorted voice, begging me not to rape her, and she cried, but words had
no effect on me now. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then withdrew my right hand. She probably thought I was letting her go, because I heard her let out a relieved "whoosh."
Actually, I was using my right hand to pull out my weapon, which was already as hard as an iron rod. At this moment, I lowered my voice and said to her, "I won't rape you, but you have to
give me your underwear as a souvenir!" She agreed without thinking, which is actually quite normal. Which is more important, underwear or virginity? But that's what
led to what happened next, because at that time she didn't realize what it meant to lose her underwear. That's right! No underwear meant that her private parts were exposed!
I checked to make sure no one was watching, then said to her, "Take off your underwear yourself! Hurry up!" She squatted down, and I squatted down too, because my left hand was still
patrolling that protruding mountain. After she finally slowly finished taking off her underwear, my left hand immediately abandoned its enjoyment and, together with my right hand, began to work on the sexual happiness of my little brother!

I immediately grabbed her waist and pushed her forward, causing her to kneel on the ground. I then used both hands to control her two beautiful legs. My penis
was eagerly searching for an opening in that area, and thankfully, I found one quickly. Because I had used my right hand to stimulate her, her vagina was very lubricated, and my penis
entered smoothly. At this point, she was completely desperate and still tried to struggle. I tried my best to control her, but I could only barely hold on. However, my penis was already
inside her , moving back and forth urgently. My hands were also affected, and I gave up control, quickly grabbing her two breasts. Now she couldn't scream anymore, she
just kept crying. The most intense battle lasted for about two minutes. Perhaps it was because of the tension, or perhaps it was because of her resistance, or perhaps both. I
felt was about to ejaculate. I thought about pulling out and ejaculating on her buttocks, but the movement inside was too pleasurable. Not only did I not pull out, but I thrust in and
out even faster... Finally, a jolt of electricity ran through my body, and I ejaculated inside her vagina...

Without thinking, I pulled up my pants, grabbed her underwear, and tried to run. But as I turned to run, I glanced back at her, and at that very moment,
the damn streetlights came on…

This time I was stunned. The girl in front of me was none other than my current class monitor!!!

The class monitor wasn't particularly pretty, but she was cute, especially with her big eyes—I've always thought girls with big eyes were cute. Now, her tears were streaming down her
face, making her look so pitiful under the light, and suddenly I felt an urge to protect her at all costs. But who cared about
impulses ? I'd raped her; I was dead meat! My instincts told me the only thing to do was stay with her! I slowly walked over
—slowly because I needed to think of a plan! I knelt down beside her, and then, quite awkwardly, I cupped her face in my hands and gave
her a long kiss. When the kiss ended, I already had a plan: I'd use my good looks! Luckily, my parents gave me a rather handsome face, which
allowed me to escape this predicament! I'm so grateful to them... I helped my lovely class monitor up, and like I was carrying a lover, we walked together to a
quiet, peaceful pavilion. I noticed that she had been staring at me the whole time, and she had stopped crying. After I kissed her, she kept staring at me,
making me very uncomfortable. I gradually lowered my head. I planned to apologize to her first, and then tell her that I had always liked her. If she agreed, then I would
have to marry her, unless she dumped me... What if she didn't agree? Before I could think of anything, I noticed she was still staring at me, and my
thoughts completely went haywire! I'm doomed! Suddenly, I don't know where the courage came from, but I looked up and stared back at her. Now our eyes met, and I finally understood
the importance of eyes. I tried my best to express regret and deep affection in my eyes, and tears finally welled up in her eyes again. Before I could say anything, she
threw herself into my arms and cried. I didn't know what to do, but I saw hope because she had taken the initiative to throw herself at me, which meant there was hope! Now my hands
are properly tidied, and my little brother is already asleep. I picked her up and sat her on my lap, like a couple. I held her waist, thinking of kissing her again and then figuring out
something else, but as soon as I closed my eyes, I knew it wasn't necessary. Because she came to me, her arms around my neck...

This is my story. Don't you all think it's outrageous? It's not your fault, because I think it's outrageous myself, but such a rare and outrageous event
just happened to me. It's completely true!

Some of you might be wondering if I still do those things now? I want to tell you that ever since that incident, I've known she's always had a crush on me. After I
fell in love with her too, we both felt that this whole thing was truly arranged by fate, what they call destiny…

Finally, I would like to remind everyone that I am speaking from the perspective of a first-person confidant here. Only after finding true love did I realize how boring the things I did before were.
But when you don't have love, what else can you do to stimulate yourself?

【over】

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