First 4P

I had a 4P yesterday, it was really fun.
My feelings were incredibly complex, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. At that moment, the song "You Must Leave for Some Time" by A-Sun kept playing in my head,
reaching its climax, especially the line "like surging waves."
A woman's body is so wondrous.
When the heart is struck by love, whether bitter or sweet, it feels like turbulent waves.
When the vagina is struck, it too surges like a raging torrent, one wave higher than the next.
Tears and love fluids flow out at such times. Is it the mind that drives the body, or vice versa? After this 4P, I can't find the answer.
A guy always wanted to see others manipulate me in bed. I've always had that fantasy too. After a threesome, they said they were bringing a new guy. He was a 25-year-old stud. I'd been having sex for three days straight, but when I got to his place that night, I had no desire, and I was quite tired. I took off my jewelry, lay down on the sofa, and comfortably buried myself under several cushions. I had a lot on my mind, and I didn't know what I was expecting. He closed the curtains, and a thick blanket was laid on the carpet. He only left a dim light on, gave me oral sex for a while, and then left.
When I woke up, he was touching my face and chest. Two other people were standing there watching. I immediately felt like running away. The two men greeted me; the 25-year-old hunk was about 2 meters tall, cool and handsome, but very polite. The way he stared at me made my heart race. He was very similar to the first person I fell in love with.
My running buddy helped me to the ground, and I knelt there, facing the two men. My legs were spread apart. I was wearing a short black dress and fishnet stockings, and my black sheer thong was clearly visible to them. He was kneeling behind me, his hand fiddling between my legs. I turned my head away, facing his ear. I really didn't want to look at those two. I felt incredibly embarrassed.
What attracts me to playing this game with three or more people is the psychological thrill it provides. It's something a man and a woman can never experience.
The next two hours of intense play were, to put it simply, addictive. And I'm afraid this addiction might lead me into a completely different kind of life.
After being manipulated like this for a while, feeling embarrassed and limp, I lay down. The two men, already naked, came over. The 25-year-old man's penis was long, straight, and thick, which surprised me greatly. I had seen two other men before, one 1.9 meters and the other 2 meters tall, whose penises were both small. Their height was really disproportionate to their penis size. This time was a pleasant surprise. All three of them wore condoms. My friend put his penis in my mouth, and the other man's penis was in my hand. The 25-year-old man knelt between my legs, and I felt his hot tongue on my clitoris. His oral skills were amazing. Especially his tongue, which powerfully went deep into my vagina and stirred around. He also forcefully held down my twisting legs, sometimes turning me over to lick my anus, and I couldn't resist at all. Before it even really started, I was already going through a blast. I don't know what kind of woman wouldn't like a man like that in bed.
(Those casual sex partners I met once and never saw again—always asking in a pleading tone in bed, "Can I come in? Can I have sex? Can I use my hand?"... It's really annoying. Even if we're not into rape, sex and intimacy require strength, right? Don't constantly be asking women for their opinions. What's the fun in bed if a man isn't in control? When watching porn, I only like Japanese films. Because Western women are too assertive; their expressions lack shyness, only fierceness, and their moans are awful... BTW, the most annoying time was when this guy was thrusting into me and started talking about his brother and sister-in-law's intimacy. I gave a brief, casual reply, and he took it seriously, stopped, sat on me, and started gesturing about his family affairs. Ugh.)
Six hands, three mouths blowing hot air, roamed over my body. Four bodies intertwined. I regretted not having done this sooner. Especially kneeling there with one penis in my mouth and another in my anus. The harder I pushed from behind, the deeper the penis went in. Seeing it in porn is nothing compared to experiencing it firsthand. It was incredibly satisfying.
Most of my memories this time are about that 25-year-old hunk. The first time his penis entered me, I felt like I could forget the whole world; my brain felt like it was being pushed out, and my entire body could only feel his penis enveloping me. When I was swallowing his penis, I could only take in about a third of it. My mouth was open like that the whole time, and my cheeks ached because it was so thick. He thrust violently for a long time, then pulled out and inserted his hot tongue. I knew clearly that just the two of us could play all day. The other two men were superfluous.
When I'm really high like this, I definitely have to take the initiative. First, I face him, twisting my hips and waist up, down, left, right, back, and forth. After twisting for a while, I lean down, hold his shoulders, and put my nipple in his mouth. I lift my hips and sit down again, fully feeling his penis thrusting in and out of my vagina, rubbing against it. We both moan. The movement of my nipples is also a tease. Then, after a while, I twist back and forth and side to side, letting my clitoris enjoy the friction against his body. This way, I can go very, very deep. If it's too fast, there will be a slapping sound, another kind of crazy pleasure. Men love this kind of alternation. Every time I change, their faces and exclamations change accordingly.
Then I like to change direction, facing away from him. It feels completely different inside. Especially when I lift my hips up and down significantly and sit down. And what he sees is a round, complete buttock. Every time I do this, the satisfied sighs and compliments from men send me soaring to the highest heavens. And 100% of them will compliment my buttocks as a perfect peach shape. They all use the same description. It's such a coincidence. In this position, it's also easy to control my legs; I can lift them as high as I want, and the speed is easy to control, without worrying about them going off track or crushing his cute little penis.
A few years ago, I had little experience. I enjoyed being on top, but found it tiring. Especially since I was so passionate, I'd quickly climax and then go limp. Now I've learned a lot. When on top, your legs can be in many positions—forward, backward, sideways, or even sitting with your back to the man. If your muscles start to ache in a certain position, just change positions and the soreness disappears instantly. I can stay on top for 20 minutes, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes gentle, sometimes straining my muscles until I'm drenched in sweat, without feeling tired. But I only feel motivated if I like the other person's penis. The more genuinely I enjoy it, the more surprised and delighted the other person becomes. The bedroom perfectly encapsulates the essence of interpersonal relationships.
That night, I was on top two or three times, each time taking turns with the three of them. The other two men knelt in front of or behind me, watching closely and touching my clitoris or anus. They also liked to put their hands on my buttocks, feeling my movements. Everyone was drenched in sweat, and my fishnet stockings, which I wore the whole time, were soaked through. I remember many moments when a man's large hands gripped my thighs, making me feel so small and powerless, lying there unable to struggle, sweat dripping all over my body. It felt like a dream.
What I remember most vividly is when the 25-year-old man lifted my legs to either side of his head and thrust into me forcefully. Time seemed to stand still; for so long, it was just the two of us. My head swayed from side to side, and sometimes I couldn't even scream because the feeling was so sweet. When he leaned down, I took the initiative to hold his face and give him a long, passionate kiss. This was the first time I'd ever kissed a casual sex partner. Or I'd put my fingers, covered in his love juice, into his mouth, and we'd just gaze at each other silently, like old friends. I knew he liked me, and he could tell I liked him too. We were so passionate, ignoring the other two men for a long time. They eventually pulled us apart. Sigh. How embarrassing. When he left, I struggled for a few minutes to get his phone number, but my casual sex partner was still there, and I didn't dare. If I could see him again, I wouldn't hesitate.
This was the first time I'd ever had sex with a man I'd never spoken to, whose name I didn't even know, within seconds of meeting him. Yet, I was so deeply involved; once our bodies clicked, there was a familiar intimacy and a reluctance to part. The four of us rolled around for hours, our eyes never leaving each other. The other two men were practically nonexistent. When the time was up, they vanished like the wind. As if they'd never existed, each returning to their own world. I have no idea where they went or what they did before or after this.
Afterwards, I was trembling all over, still excited, and felt it ended too quickly; I could handle another night. Suddenly, the person I deeply love texted me, asking me to call him back. I was immediately pulled back to reality. The physical pleasure made me forget the person I longed for day and night, the promises and responsibilities I had made, all within a few hours. This 4P experience made me realize how men live; when lust takes over, no matter how much they love a woman, the body comes first, the spirit second. But after the frenzy subsides, he will definitely love her even more. I tried to calm myself down, but I couldn't stop trembling. After such intense physical activity, immediately transitioning into intimate conversation requires considerable acting skill.
Turning a corner unexpectedly, a sweet experience suddenly appears before you. Such corners are sometimes rare, sometimes plentiful. Especially for adventurers, these corners are numerous. They are a source of joy and motivation. They would rather be criticized and blamed than settle for nothing more than constant new experiences, rather than settle for mediocrity and ordinariness. I consider myself an adventurer, but I don't yet possess that power of being free from confusion.
3P, 4P, or group sex. The pleasure and stimulation are absolute, an unimaginable peak of pleasure. Especially for selfish people, you are the only one being served by the opposite sex, the satisfaction of being the center of attention and the pleasure of one person taking turns having sex with several others. And then... do you let yourself become addicted or know when to stop? I have no answer.
I really like this song by A-Sun.
When you say you're leaving for a while,
our love isn't mature enough for me to accept.
Facing you, should I cry my heart out
or wish you a safe journey?
How long can I wait?
Hold my hand tightly before you leave.
Distance is the most challenging hurdle.
Before losing you, we should try our best to hold on.
Walking from left to right, from west to east for forty minutes,
I don't feel so empty in the crowded streets.
Loneliness is easier to bear.
Take a breath, drink a glass of wine, and get high for three minutes.
If, in the end, the emotional changes are as turbulent as a stormy sea,
how will I hold back my tears?

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