A typical story of the post-80s generation, let me tell you slowly - 3-Atypical 3P

After Little Wolf became Grey Wolf, he started having a normal sex life. His roommates all conscientiously went to evening study sessions, though they often eavesdropped at the door, giving me more opportunities to showcase my abilities. However, although Yi specialized in folk singing, she never made a sound in bed, just panting and stiffening up.
A semester passed in the blink of an eye, and I was about to move from second to third year. This semester, I never bought cigarettes, but I constantly smoked Zhonghua cigarettes. However, because Yi's physique wasn't to my liking, and because I was growing up and prone to getting bored, plus our values didn't align, things remained lukewarm except in bed. During this time, I also flirted with girls from other departments. One of them, after we slept together and she took off all her clothes, all because of her words: "I'll regret it." The gun was at the entrance but didn't penetrate, and I missed out on a virgin. If God could give me another chance, I would say, "You'll regret it..."
One evening during finals, it was already quite hot. A classmate told me he'd arranged to meet a girl from a nearby vocational school. He'd slept with her; she was very sexy and had great skills. He invited me to come along, saying we should share the good fortune. We met
at his cousin's house, not far from the school. There were no adults at home. We rode two bicycles to pick her up first, then headed to his cousin's house. The girl was very pretty, with the typical build of southerners, around 1.55 meters tall, but with large breasts and a big butt. When we arrived at his cousin's house, the three of us guys and the girl cooked together. After eating, the girl (let's call her Qin) went to wash the dishes. The three of us sat in the living room discussing what to do next. My classmate said, "If all three of us go at once, she definitely won't be able to handle it; she's shy. We might not even be able to do it alone. We'll have to do it one at a time. He's already slept with her; let's take her to the room and have sex with her first to make her feel good, then you can take turns." My cousin and I argued about who should go first, and finally decided on rock-paper-scissors, which I won.
After Qin finished washing the dishes, my classmate pulled her into the room. Qin followed him, asking, "Where are we going?" We laughed. After a while, we heard the creaking of the bed coming from inside. My cousin and I went to the door to eavesdrop and could hear the slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh and heavy breathing. After a while, Qin started moaning, and it got louder and louder. My cousin and I couldn't stand the stimulation, so we rubbed our hands together and decided to go in now.
We opened the door and found it unlocked, so we rushed in. When we went in, my classmate was on top of her, making piston-like movements. There was no blanket, and the room was full of eroticism. My cousin was quicker and reached out to touch her breasts. I didn't have a place to go, so I just stood there. The woman saw us come in, yelled, shoved my classmate aside, and pulled the blanket over herself. My classmate and his cousin tried to take the blanket from her, but she held on tightly and they couldn't get it off after a while. My classmate said, "You guys go out first, we'll talk later."
We waited outside for a little while, and then my classmate came out naked, winked at us, and said, "That felt so good, I shot it in her mouth, and she ate it all. You guys take turns, don't all come at once, or nobody might get any." His cousin tried to take it from me, but I was quicker and opened the door to go inside.
Qin lay on the bed with her eyes closed, covered by the blanket. She was probably too tired afterward to notice someone different had entered. My little brother was already prepared. I went over, gently undressed, pulled back the blanket, and hugged her. She opened her eyes, saw it was me, and quickly pushed me away, asking in a low voice what I was doing. I said, "I want to fuck you," and pressed down on her. She struggled weakly, but I spread her legs with my own. My little brother found the right spot, thrusting hard, all the way in. She cried out, gave up struggling, closed her eyes, and lay there completely relaxed, expressionless. I, driven by lust, continued thrusting relentlessly. Since my classmate had already done it once, her lower body felt unusually warm. I thrust harder and harder, and Qin began to breathe heavily, her hands clinging to me. Qin started moaning, scolding me, "How could you do this?" I said, "Everyone's having fun, so what does it matter? It's not like it's your first time." She lightly slapped me, then moved her body in rhythm with my movements, her moans rising in waves. Because Yi never moaned during sex, I found her moans incredibly stimulating. What used to be over half an hour ended up taking only ten minutes; I couldn't take it anymore and ejaculated inside her. She reached her climax at the same time, scratching my back hard with her fingers until I realized I'd broken the skin, though I didn't feel any pain at the time.
I wanted her to lick it, but remembering my classmate had ejaculated in his mouth, I didn't. I grabbed some tissues, wiped myself, and told her, "Rest a bit, I'll go out now." Unexpectedly, hearing this, she guessed there might be another one coming. She hurriedly got up and dressed, saying as she did so, "You're all perverts!" By the time my classmate heard the noise, she was already dressed; in summer, clothes are scarce. My classmate and his cousin came in, and she pushed open the living room door, disappearing in a flash.

Later, I became acquainted with his cousin, who said he'd put the debt on my tab—I owed him a girl. Many years later, we went karaoke together, and he brought a hostess out, making me pay for it, saying it was to repay him.
As for that girl named Qin, I couldn't get her to come out anymore. My classmate tried to catch her a few times, but she ignored him. Until last year, I was drinking with some friends at a slow-rock bar in a nearby city when I saw a singer named Qin. Heavy makeup, big earrings, a sparkly miniskirt—things had changed. I offered her a drink, and she glanced at me and smiled. I wonder if she still remembers me from back then…

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