My Sexual History - Class Monitor

I studied Tourism and Hotel Management abroad. The name itself is ambiguous and suggestive. Plus, there were more girls than boys in my class, especially Asian boys; I guess most of the boys studied science and immigrated. My husband saw my graduation photo, and so many of my female classmates were unattractive. At 165cm tall, with a 36D bust, fair thighs, and a cute, innocent-looking face (typical of Japanese girls), it was hard not to be the target of attention from men from all over the world.
I had a boyfriend when I was in a language school in China. But I was very young then, only 16. Because my family lived near the school, I had always lived at home, a typical innocent and obedient girl. So, although my first boyfriend and I had a very good relationship, I didn't lose my virginity to him because I was afraid of my parents. My husband showed me photos taken at school; back then, I dressed in a sweet, Japanese style. I had long, flowing hair with bangs, wore a pure white lace knee-length dress, white stockings with pink patterns, and pink ballet flats. Back then, my bust size was already the envy of my classmates, standing out high above my lace-buttoned neckline. Countless boys caught glimpses of my fair breasts when I bent over to organize my books; my still-pink areolas might have even been bulging out uncontrollably, enough to send naive young men into the boys' restroom for a quickie.
My first boyfriend was our class monitor—a true academic genius who could charm any girl. I was clumsy and never did well in school, so I often asked the monitor for help in my language class. Sparks flew between us, and with the rest of the class launching a strong offensive, I, inexperienced in love, quickly succumbed and became his girlfriend. My first boyfriend and I were together for almost two years, but then he finished his exams and went to America, and our relationship ended without a trace. My husband kept pestering me about what that young man had done to her, but I kept quiet. Maybe it was because I felt first love was something beautiful and didn't want to relive those shameful things and ruin the memories of that first love. But one time, I came home drunk, and while my husband was fucking me until I was dizzy, he took the opportunity to get some information out of me. With each contraction of my vagina, I sobbed and told him about all the ways my first love had played with me.
I definitely didn't sleep with that young man. But that was all. Because of my repeated denials and solemn declarations, that young man never managed to take my precious hymen. But I did say that he had played with my whole body. I was studying at a language school at a university. The university was huge, and many classrooms and buildings were empty for a certain period of time, which provided a perfect playground for this passionate young couple.
The class monitor was also a stocking fetishist and would often make me wear various short skirts and stockings for him to see. In winter, he would coax and trick me into wearing a woolen pleated skirt and two pairs of thick spring/autumn stockings, but wouldn't let me wear fleece-lined leggings. All this so he could sit next to me in the classroom and reach out to touch my genitals. Because they sat in the last row, no one would see if the boy was being too daring. Later, my husband even made me dig out the stockings and pleated skirt I'd bought during school. I wore two pairs of thin grey stockings, which made my thighs feel smooth and fleshy.
I confessed that a few times, the boy even ripped through my two layers of stockings, pulled down my panties, and started touching my genitals right there in the classroom during class. Poor me, I was completely aroused and could only pretend to have my period and have cramps while lying on my desk. The class monitor even pulled out his fingers, which were covered in my genitals, and made me lick them clean.
Later, I said the most perverted time was one summer. University students were already on summer vacation, but these students preparing to study abroad were still at school reviewing for exams. The school was deserted. One evening, the class monitor mysteriously led me to the North Second Teaching Building. He took the elevator directly to a classroom on the top floor. The entire building was empty except for the two of them.
The monitor locked both the front and back doors after leading me into the classroom. Then he sat me on a chair and made me spread my legs and sit on his lap. That day I was wearing a sailor skirt, two pairs of black lace stockings, and a pair of Converse sneakers. The monitor took off my sneakers and massaged my size 36 feet. We kissed passionately for half an hour. I even had my bra unhooked so the monitor could suckle my breasts. The monitor was big and muscular, and when he got excited, he would bite my nipples. I was scared and in pain, but I didn't dare to cry out. I could only weakly pat the monitor's chest with my small hands. The monitor became even more excited. He picked up my slender body and walked to the podium, ordering me to kneel under the podium. He unbuckled his belt, took out his already hard penis, sat on the podium, and made me give him oral sex. That was my first time giving a man oral sex, and I didn't know how at all.
The squad leader told me to open my mouth wide and not move, then he grabbed my head and shoved his smelly penis into my mouth. I said I felt like I could hardly breathe, my brain was lacking oxygen, and my body was beyond my control, letting the squad leader hold my head and thrust in and out. After the squad leader finished his first round of release and pulled out his penis, my wife finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, the squad leader demanded that I lick him, making me lick his penis and scrotum all over. Poor me, kneeling on the ground, my legs were numb and sore. While I was licking the squad leader, he wasn't idle either. He put his hands inside my collar and squeezed my soft, elastic breasts like rubber balls. When I took a shower when I got home that night, I found that both of my breasts were bleeding from being squeezed, and the squad leader's right foot, which had taken off its shoe, was still rubbing my anus and anus with his big toe.
After another 20 minutes, the squad leader finally felt his urges. He stood up, grabbed my head, and shouted, "Open your mouth!" He tried to penetrate me, but before he could even get in, he ejaculated. I frantically opened my mouth, but it was no use. His throbbing penis shot out streams of white semen, a small portion going into my mouth, but most of it landing on my face, neck, and bangs.
It was the first time I'd ever tasted a man's semen; the pungent smell almost made me vomit. I gagged, trying to spit out the semen, but the squad leader patted my head and said, "Don't spit it out, drink it all." I had no choice but to swallow it all, tears welling up in my eyes. Hearing this, my husband asked why I didn't refuse the squad leader's perverted humiliation. I said, "Because I already refused his request to sleep with me, I felt I owed him. Also, it's my first love, and I thought that's what dating is all about. That's what the squad leader had instilled in me. Where else could I find someone as naive as me!"
Later, the class monitor went even further, taking me to all sorts of outdoor sex sessions on campus. I gradually got used to the class monitor's abuse. I told my husband that later, when the class monitor made demands, I would change into a comfortable and easy-to-wash dress at home beforehand and tie my hair up before going to accompany the class monitor, so as not to be sprayed all over like last time, and to wash myself in the toilet for a long time before daring to go home.

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