Recently, I have inexplicably fallen in love with the color black, which absorbs all light. I always look forward to that short period of darkness so that I can find my lost eyes in the darkness.
There was no lighting in my house, and there were all sorts of beer and drink cans strewn in front of my bed, which I loved to fiddle with with my left foot before going to bed, and fell asleep in solitude to the sound of “clink, clink, clink”.
The sheets and comforter were damp and sticky, but I was willing to be wrapped tightly in them. She, too, loved to have a drink or a beer while running around the room naked and dancing to thunderous music, so the neighbors upstairs and downstairs in the front and back of the house couldn’t stand it and moved out one by one, and our house shimmered and vibrated in the darkness in a lone drenching.
She also likes to pee in drink cans, and she can even now stand and pour urine drop by drop into the tiny opening of an empty can that sits on the floor, and then pluck a hair and throw it in and say that it makes a young girl’s dreams float over the sea. I don’t get it.
Nonetheless, she refused to have sex with me throughout, saying that women gradually lose interest in and pursuit of each other after coitus with a man, making life dull and uninteresting. But she was very happy for me to oral sex, she will I ejaculate thick white liquid coated all over the body after rolling on the bed, and then often go to the refrigerator to get a cucumber (my refrigerator all year round cucumbers, since she came), ran to me, holding my breathless, squeeze out a drop of liquid remaining in the inside of the cucumber coated with a sniffing and kissing and licking half a day after the folding, or standing or sitting or lying down, the cucumber into the already masturbatory liquid, or the cucumber into the cucumber. After half a day of sniffing, kissing and licking, he would either stand or sit or lie down and shove the cucumber into his lust-soaked penis, thrusting it in and out and back and forth, emitting a pleasurable sound of pleasure as if he were about to be strangled, which often made my hair stand on end, but stimulated me with a different kind of pleasure.
All this she did without my help, she said she drew the line at intercourse, she loved to fantasize that each fresh cucumber represented a man, and that every time she masturbated she could imagine having sex with a fresh man, and that each time it would be a new sensation.
“If I were to have coitus with you, I’m sure I’d feel guilty for imagining having sex with someone else while having coitus with you, too.” She said.
She also said that she loved me spiritually, but did not want to have sex with me alone. In sexual intercourse, men always like to monopolize women, and at the same time, women also want to monopolize men, so it will lead to a lot of inexplicable troubles, so she thinks that masturbation can solve all the above problems.
“As a woman, it is a woman’s duty to satisfy a man sexually, so I am genuinely interested in sucking your cock to maximize your satisfaction with my skills. Men only focus on the last moment of recall when it comes to this issue, and there’s really no difference as far as sticking it in as opposed to sticking it in your mouth or sticking it in your ass, and most men do want a woman to perform oral sex for him.”
I was getting used to her bizarre and grotesque comments and actions, and sat quietly on the toilet admiring her masturbatory frenzy.
When she was quite excited, she would probably crawl on her knees in front of me with a cucumber in her hand, take off my pants, take out her penis and suck it with great relish, and look at me from time to time with tears in her eyes. The only thing I could do at this point was to grab her by the hair, push her head down and up, and let my penis go in and out of her mouth (since she couldn’t keep her hands off the cucumber, this was the only thing she wanted me to do).
She said she loved it, feeling my cock go from soft ice cream to a thick, hard sorbet stuffing her mouth, and she loved the feeling of being suffocated. Finally, when I held her head down hard and shot the last drop of cum in her mouth, she was aroused to the core as well.
When I helped her pull out the cucumber, a stream of white water would flow down her thighs. When she was done, she would bite off the head of the cucumber, wrap it in plastic wrap, write the date and time, sometimes with the name of the man she was imagining, and put it neatly in the freezer of the refrigerator. For this reason my house, though small, had three refrigerators.
In fact, I am a character relatively eccentric person, do not like to take the initiative to socialize with the girl, so I have not touched a woman a finger before knowing her. Knowing her is out of an extremely fortuitous opportunity.
Half a year ago, I was alone and aimlessly trying to go out for a trip, and ended up at the station gate before making an impromptu decision to take the 8:00 p.m. train to Kagoshima that night. I met her in the double sleeper compartment, and to be honest, she gave me a rather nice first impression, a rather innocent image of a young girl, giving me a refreshing feeling.
The upper part of her body was wearing a small beige colored shoulder pads, inside was a thin black underwear, through which the black embroidered lace bra could be clearly seen. Her breasts didn’t look very high, but the cleavage in the center clearly jumped into my eyes; her lower body was a blue and white vertical striped skirt, whose length might have stretched just enough to cover the panties inside when she sat down.
She greeted me very kindly and introduced herself as Yumi, a third year student at a university, who wanted to go to Kagoshima to relax during her summer vacation. When she heard that I was also going to Kagoshima, she excitedly asked if I could accompany her. I didn’t dislike the pretty college student in front of me at all, so I said yes with little thought. She was so excited that she asked me questions and chatted with me about everything.
For the next five hours, we seemed to talk quite a bit and it felt like the time went by quite quickly. Most of my attention was focused on the inside of her short skirt.
Her movements were not as elegant and quiet as her appearance, and her panties were often naturally and unnaturally exposed under her short skirt: they were a pair of thin black lacey-looking panties, and the blackness of them gave me plenty of freedom of imagination. I got a little carried away, but perhaps because of her simplicity, she didn’t see through my wandering eyes, and continued to talk about her French teacher who wore small glasses.
Years of depression had caused me to finally resist the urge to secretly jerk off under the covers after lights out, and I closed my eyes and launched into a rich imagination of the girl across the room’s breasts as well as her black blasphemous pants. I slid my shorts down to just below my knees and held the finch in my hand as I worked it up and down, a tingle crawling all over my body.
Suddenly, I felt the quilt was lifted, a shock but saw her smiling toward me, she boldly used her hand in my after the shock of the soft but on the sparrow pinched and said: “You are in the masturbation, right? Is this how men masturbate? I’d be happy to help you if you want, we’ve been friends since yesterday.”
Stewed by the suddenness of the change, I was too mixed up to know what was going on in the sky, and braced my upper body without moving or speaking. She stroked the finch’s egg with one hand, held the finch with the other, and bent her face down to take the limp finch in her mouth, her tongue picking and scratching at the horse’s eye.
To be honest, since I have grown hairy and have the urge, never rely on their own jerk off to solve, and still think that jerking off is the world’s first fun. The girl in front of me brings me the pleasure and excitement but exceeds the jerking off a million times, can not help but crotch quickly expand again, the brain becomes blank.
In a moment I shouted: “I’m going to cum!” Before the words left my mouth, my waist was sore, my ass tightened, and a large amount of semen shot out. Obviously she didn’t expect me to cum in less than a minute, so her mouth was unprepared to receive a portion of the semen, while the rest sprayed all over her face.
I looked at her with my thick white cum dripping from her eyes, nose and mouth and felt a little guilty. I said I was sorry and found a Kleenex and handed it to her to wipe.
But she looked very calm, with a Kleenex to wipe off the hanging eyelashes of the white liquid want to flow after saying: “You are also a little too fast it! I see other people on video, sucked an hour or so before coming out, you only a few seconds ah! However, the taste of semen is not bad.” She stuck out her tongue and made a face.
We finally chose a minshuku ryokan very close to the Kamata Baths and settled in as if we were newlyweds, asking for a spacious room facing the sea.
Compared to the hustle and bustle of Tokyo, the atmosphere here is quiet and peaceful. The blue sea stretches out in front of me, expanding and blending with the blue sky. When dusk falls, the sun sinking into the sunset printed the sea and the beach red, the soft sea breeze gently lifted Yumi’s skirt, immediately made me relaxed and happy, doubly sentimental, can not help but two lines of tears suddenly down.