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□■The Dust Bowl Six
“Hey! You’re going to be late for school, don’t get up!” Mom called me up out of the covers, in a moody voice.
When I saw that it was already seven o’clock, I was so scared that I didn’t even bother to brush my teeth and rushed to school. My home is almost 40 minutes away from the school by foot. I used to be able to get up early and not be late in the first semester of first grade, but in the second semester of first grade, I was already an old bird and often stayed in bed until 7:00 a.m., so being late had long become a part of my life.
That said, although the forty minutes is a long way to travel, there are three high school vocational schools, two junior high schools, and two elementary schools along the way, so basically these forty minutes are the time of day I look forward to the most. If you like mature flavor, then enthusiastic and bold high school girls are at your disposal, if you like pretty little sisters, then you can feast your eyes on them when the national middle school tutoring class is over, and if you want to emulate the Japanese Kougen’s foster girl program, then there are two full houses of girls in the national elementary school.
However, after this summer counseling session, I will not be able to enjoy this charming scenery, because the school began to stipulate that students who go to school too far away and outside of the county must live in the school, anyway, the private school is like this, in order to raise funds, and can pit the money, any reason to make up, shamelessly.
That said, the kindred spirits I stayed with became my best friends over the course of a few months.
There are six of us in the dormitory, all kinds of characters, among which Bazai is known as the school’s playboy, a good-looking face, but a countryman’s rough accent, unrestrained behavior, so that his girlfriends are some strange girls (from my point of view), there is no pure and lovely type, anyway, Bazai said that his own pleasure is good.
Bald hair, on the other hand, is a look of lust, according to him, he said he had sex with a junior high school sister when he was in the first year of junior high school, but after all is said and done, the fart is also his own, who believes that a brat who hasn’t even grown his hair yet has the ability to fuck a big sister?
Self-touching him in just the second grade when he was hooked on A book, A film, so he worshiped Bazai as a teacher, hard to study the Japanese American girl photo, and later more than blue is better than blue, even Bazai are worshiped in the self-touching under the knowledge. He also became the Japanese pornographic information, films, books, and take advantage of the time and place to do business, but this is cool us, because until graduation, our A books, videos, etc. do not have to spend money, heh heh.
Where’s the dead guy? As the name suggests, he is listless all day long, sleeps in class, sleeps after school, at least sixteen bells or more a day, others sleep in school so that they can have a great time after school, but he doesn’t even play, he only sleeps, it really makes you wonder what’s wrong with him.
Kawada, on the other hand, is a bit of a psychopath, and it’s said that he went crazy for a while back in the third grade because of the stress of the JLPT. I haven’t asked him personally to confirm this rumor, but based on his shady personality, I’m sure it’s very likely to be true.
What about me, the last character? When the third year of the state did not burn good incense, originally should have been the first choice of students fell into private schools, I remember that at that time because of the test is not good and cried out, now think of it is funny, just because I have suffered from the exams, I have always been in the mix, and can not be motivated to study, but in spite of this, the results are the best of all of us.
So we, me, Bully, Bald Hair, Self-Touch, Dead Man, Kawada, and the other six people in Room 201, formed the school’s famous “Dust Bowl Six.”
In the second semester of second grade, the issue of “sex” began to arise in the class association.
It started when a student at our school slept with a girl from a high school and accidentally impregnated her and she was expelled, and then when the class “sorority leader” brought up the subject of sorority for discussion, almost all of the boys in the class set their sights on the high school for girls.
It’s said to be a famously sexually open school, with bold and passionate female students.
So all sorts of obscene rumors circulated in the class of some “evil-minded” boys, what yellow video star’s base camp, there was a male teacher and several female students in a room together to have sex, successive principals and several directors have been gang-rape the elected school beauty of the incident, and even the female students were forced to take nude photos in order to graduate, as well as Even female students were forced to take nude photos in order to graduate, and there were vicious rumors that they had to videotape sex scenes with male teachers in order not to repeat a grade.
All this nonsense, which one can tell is made up without any thought or consideration, makes those people shout and think.
It is really good to say that the real lust is the lustful thoughts within a person.
It just sends ripples through our class like a calm pool, slowly expanding and widening.
A few fellowship down, self-touching goods sales dropped dramatically, and it’s no wonder, after all, with the look of the end is not as good as first-hand experience.
The mysterious thing about “sex” is that every guy at that age wants to try it, and “get a girlfriend and have some fun” becomes the mantra of those guys.
I am probably different from those people, although I also like to listen to these “yes or no”, but I still have some requirements and ideals for future girlfriends, at least the kind of girl who can have sex with her after a little bit of good relationship is not the kind of woman I have in mind.
However, as more and more people report that they have had experience (who knows if it is true or not), we, the Wind Dust Six, are falling behind.
Listening to many of the classmates make up nonsense, the class is still a virgin seems to be the only remaining a few of us, all of a sudden the wind and the grass, a few of us feel the aura of death.
Not including Bully Boy though, he’s had experience with that before.
□■Preparation
Speaking of going camping, we still threatened Bully Boy.
That said, he met a very open-minded girl not long ago who was an officer in some high school club.
According to him, the two of them were so close that they could have fucked the girl, but we were half believing it until he brought the girl to show us one day, and we were surprised to find out that there were such open-minded girls in the world, and she even told us cheerfully that she had done that with a couple of people before Pa Chai.
That’s why we nicknamed her – Slut.
After a few days, the bully boy every day to report his and slut progress, first touching the chest, then touching the lower body, the next few days began to “over dry”, and then the smug bully boy told us this group of diehard that the two of them want to go camping, by the way … listen to our hearts itchy.
So we, the losers, had to coerce him into letting us participate.
Bully had no law but to agree.
But this camping can’t be only a woman, right, it’s hard not to stay in the five of us at night next to him and the slut, watching them “do things”, so Bazai asked her if she could invite a few more, and also added a sentence: “It’s best to look for some girls who can go to bed with people. “
It was an unlikely thing to think about, and surprisingly, the slut agreed!
But now the problem arose. One of them was Bald Hair and one of them was me.
Bald hair he is easy to get rid of, as long as you take his girlfriend Kitty to go, only is more a slut those girls do not know people, together the game will be a little awkward.
The real key lies in the fact that I’m a pain in the ass, because I don’t have a girlfriend, and I’m the one who is the best at leading camping activities among the six of us. In addition to the title of King of Covers, I’m even better at setting up camp in the wilderness, so if I’m missing, half of everyone’s excitement will go out of the window.
That said, I’m fine with playing around with girls like that, I don’t have that kind of guts when it comes to real sex.
But Bully was still righteous enough to ask his slut to try to find girls who would look good for me.
I’m starting to feel like I’m an unmarketable item.
After the start of the negotiations, one day I was in the dormitory with the two of the bully boy, the slut came to him, we noticed that the slut’s body beside an additional girl, long although not as voluptuous as the slut, but her face is beautiful, there is a kind of indescribable temperament.
It was Bully who spoke first: “What’s this…? “
“Oh! She’s here to see you about some club business.” The slut said pointing at me.
“Ah… you’re the best in your class aren’t you? “
Seeing her school name, I suddenly realized, because I had previously heard the slut said her deeds, it turned out that the inconspicuous girl is their class talent, today and the slut to come because she has two academic clubs co-organized activities to discuss with me.
In fact it’s been a tradition for both of our private schools over the years, so I didn’t know her, and I was the assistant organizer of this year’s event.
Although my name was “Vice”, I was the one who presided over some important matters. Firstly, the organizer did not care about the matter at all, and secondly, because of my performance factor, the university authorities tended to leave it to me to handle the matter.
So the slut came along with her to our place and stopped by to have a rendezvous with Bully.
After the girl and I introduced ourselves, Bully Boy was in earshot of the slut, and it wasn’t long before he wanted me and the talented girl to go out and study.
“Hey! Talent,” Bully deliberately emphasized on “Talent”, “just take her out to talk!”
Like I was being kicked out, she and I walked out the door.
“Cut!” Bully Boy locked the door in passing after bringing it with him.
I cursed a “fuck” in my mind.
It’s happened before, and I’ve been locked out for hours.
I was cold on the road while he was in his bedroom nestled in the tenderness of a woman.
I first asked her to go down, originally and she just need to talk about ten or so minutes can be explained clearly, but see bully boy and slut business will spend some more time, so I pretended to be generous to invite that girl to dinner, in addition to solving the livelihood problems, but also by the way to discuss things.
There was no shortage of people pointing at us in the restaurant, even though neither of us was very visible and both of us were plain looking.
On a sudden whim, “Hey! Some people think we’re a couple, do we look like it? “
Hearing me say that, she shook and looked up, her clear face flushed with a gush of red.
And so we both stagnated for a while.
Then she said with a little tremor in her voice: “Yeah… sorry… it’s getting late, thanks for dinner, I’ll go first…”
As he said this, he stood up to get his book bag and was about to turn and walk away.
I wanted to talk to her a little longer, so in my haste I got up and grabbed her arm.
“What silky smooth skin!” I thought in my mind.
Then with a change of thought realizing that something was wrong and that it was rude to just grab a strange girl, I let go of her and she ran off without looking back.
I yelled after her, “Will we ever see each other again? “
But she didn’t answer me.
So, I walked down the sidewalk a little lost, thinking back on what had just happened.
“It’s strange, she’s not that impressive looking, but how did she make me that…”
I couldn’t help but feel lousy when I thought about my earlier faux pas, “First time I’ve ever touched a girl’s hand, it’s so soft… ugh,” I sighed, “I probably won’t be able to meet her again.”
When he returned to his dorm room, Bully Boy had a tired look on his face and was wearing only a pair of underwear.
“Huh? Don’t you have to wait until camping to fuck sluts? “
“Wasn’t on it, was just going through the motions with her earlier.”
I noticed a couple of sheets of toilet paper beside him, surely wiping the cum he’d ejaculated when he’d just gone over dry.
I went to my desk and suddenly thought of her, so I asked Bully Boy: “Who was that woman just now? “
“What? Isn’t she XXX? “
“Ah… no one asked you about that slut! I’m asking who that innocent girl is?”
“Didn’t you ask her? “
“I’m so shy and introverted, how am I supposed to say something like that? “
“‘Shy’ and ‘introverted’? Wicked… I don’t know, I’ll just ask the slut for you.”
Bully pauses for a moment, comes over and says, “Yo… the talent’s in heat… you like that girl just now, you want me to set you up? “
“Go! I only asked you what her name was…”
“Don’t be shy, right? Don’t you? “
“Go take a shower, stud cow…”
Bully made a fool of himself and walked away to lie back on the bed.
“Pure? Forget it, there’s so much superficiality these days, who knows if she’s still pure now, maybe she’s screwed a dozen guys. What girl isn’t pure when they first meet? Maybe after a while she’s even hornier than you…”
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, do you believe I won’t let you screw in the dorm from now on…”
Late at night, saw the roommates have fallen asleep, really can not resist sleep, climbed into bed, will close the eyes, but the girl’s figure is reflected in my mind…
I was walking amongst a tall forest, the sun was pouring down on the ground and a misty fog filled the deep forest, suddenly a strong wind blew, dispersing the fog, I opened my eyes and looked forward, in the distance there was a person running, it turned out to be the girl.
She wore a one-piece white robe and ran and jumped across a grassy plain.
There must have been only a white robe, and in the shimmering sunlight I could vaguely see the tips of her red breasts and her bottom.
I’m standing at a distance peering at her.
When she was about fifty meters away from me, her robe was hooked by a short bush, and with a hiss the whole white robe was ripped to shreds, revealing well-proportioned breasts and plump buttocks.
My brain was so stimulated by this that my entire penis abruptly stood upright.
Naked, she didn’t stop and kept running and hugging me, the clothes on my body disappearing in a flash.
She kissed me passionately, kissing my cheeks with her tongue and lips, caressing my penis and scrotum deftly with the fingers of both hands, and making muffled noises: “Come on, I need you…”
I was tempted by this intensity and moved around like a veteran of lovemaking.
My hands grabbed her slim legs and held her private parts apart, thrusting them with my cock and making love standing up.
I grabbed her feet with one hand and held her hips with the other, repeating the pistoning motion with one descending and one ascending motion, while she let out extremely lustful cries of pleasure, screaming under her breath for me to speed up my pumping and deepen my thrusts.
Suddenly the sky and the earth went gray, and she, who was immersed in the lustful pleasures of coitus, suddenly let out a scream that was different from a lewd scream, and after that kept on shouting shrilly and wildly, and she, who was originally crouching on me, raised her hands and grasped her long hair tightly, and began to scream even more piteously, and then her eyes closed, and she collapsed to the ground in a stupor and fell backward.
As she fell to the ground, her slender waist support snapped in two, spewing a tremendous amount of white, viscous fluid from the split.
In my dream, I pushed her lower body away in fear, while the lower part of her body, as it fell to the ground, her rosy pussy actually turned into an open, bloody mouth that sucked my cum off my glans over and over again, then replaced it with blood, and then finally her pussy maw engulfed me as I screamed. “Ahhhhhhhhhh…” and I woke up from my dream to find that I was already sweating profusely. “Oi oi oi! What for? What are you screaming about in the middle of the night when you’re not sleeping? ” Self Touch rushed at me. I ignored him and just kept gasping, “It’s a dream…”
A day after that, Bully said he found the right girl for me.
I was shocked and thought, “How can that be?” and asked, “Who is it? How is she? “
“Hey, hey, don’t get so hung up on it… we’ll find out on camping day, won’t we? “
On that day, I boarded the car and looked up and saw her! The girl with whom I had discussed things not long before, and with a quick turn of my brain, I fully realized that this was an arrangement by Bully.
“This guy…” I muttered in my mind.
As I walked down the aisle, I examined her; she was wearing a long blue dress with a white dress on top at this point, and she looked even prettier today than she had that day in her ugly uniform.
She also tied her long hair up, overflowing with playfulness.
As soon as she saw me, she greeted me with a big smile on her face.
Surprisingly nervous, I tiptoed over to sit next to her.
I could smell that she was wearing some perfume, not very strong, light and fresh.
At this point my heart was beating so violently up and down that I had forgotten what I had thought about girls and their opinions.
I peeked out at her from time to time along the way.
“Hey! Saizo, aren’t you the number one cover king in our class? What’s the matter? Can’t you say anything when you see a lady you like? “
“Nonsense!” I turned my head and gave her an innocent smile “He was joking… kidding…”
And her clean-cut face returned my light smile.
The night was low, and I was the only one who raised the campfire between camps, the rest of the group running off in pairs to cultivate the atmosphere while she helped out beside me.
I don’t know how to stir-fry, so after making the fire and cooking the rice, I had to bother her, and I didn’t think she could prepare dishes, which is rare, but not very tasty that’s all.
When we were ready, I went with her to call the others.
Bully Boy and Slut seemed to be unable to hold back any longer, hiding behind a tree and panting lowly at each other.
By the time she and I spotted the two, I noticed that she seemed a little surprised, as if she didn’t yet know what she was doing on this camping trip.
On the way back, she and I walked in silence with each other, and when I inadvertently made eye contact with her, I realized that there was a look in her eyes that wanted my protection, helpless and weak.
Back at the fire, everyone had already started the game, except for her and I who kept silent and watched the others perform.
Thinking back to today during my building of the camp, she was by my side the whole time, asking questions, like a naive little kid, and gradually developing a crush on her.
I peeked at her clear face as I ate my dinner.
“Are we really going to have sex with her? ” I asked in my mind, really not wanting to ruin the impression of her innocence.
“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face? “
She noticed me looking at her and then ran her hand down her cheek, her eyes gazing up at me.
“Ah! No, no…” I replied back, my breath a little panicked.
□■Camp Intercourse
Kawada he grabbed Yoshi’s hand and said that the two of him were going for a walk alone, then left the campfire area.
Bully Boy also dragged the slut he had brought back to the tent.
Then Bald Hair and Kitty, Dead Man and Lily, Self Touch and Wen Mei all left, leaving me and her still gathered around the fire.
Neither of us spoke at first, and after a while, the tent was filled with gasps from Bully and Slut.
Feeling a little embarrassed, I plucked up my courage, took her hand, and said, “Let’s go down to the stream and see the running water, shall we? “
She was also red-faced, so she agreed to my invitation.
I just held her hand the whole way, but my heart kept pounding.
Her hands felt good to the touch, softer than they had been a month ago, and I wondered if that was still true of her breasts, and ass.
When he thought of this, his mind rose and fell, and his breath gradually became disorganized.
We both walked to the shore and found a drier rock to sit on.
Listening to the sound of the water, I squinted my eyes to sneak a peek at her, and she, who didn’t look like much during the day, had a charisma that made it impossible to take my eyes off of her at that moment.
Suddenly she turned and stared at me, and for a moment time stood still for both of us.
A little later a gust of evening breeze came in, scooping up the seductive aroma of her body and stirring up my deepest desires.
I called her name and pounced forward like a wild wolf…
I pinned her down, my left hand pressed against her breasts, realizing how soft one’s skin could be, and with my right hand I lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her smooth white thighs, and her white panties that encased a ripe bottom.
She froze, then began to struggle, but the writhing made her exposed lower body tempt me even more, and the writhing drove her breasts, making them even more delicate and arousing me even more.
My breathing became more rapid and my movements more daring, my left hand rubbing her breasts hard through her blouse, sometimes holding them in the palm of my hand, sometimes grasping and rubbing them with all five fingers.
The penis gradually hardens.
Although she struggled and asked me not to, I ignored her and reached inside her buttocks with my right hand, squeezing and caressing her young buttocks deep inside her panties before pulling them off with my right hand.
The thick, dark, dense pubic hair that showed outside her panties was telling me she was a full woman, the struggling, swinging legs made her moist red pussy visible, and the pussy that would allow me to move my engorged cock in and out was expanding and floating hungrily as if it wanted me to hurry up and get in and ravage her, to take her.
For a moment I couldn’t get her panties off, and in my eagerness I simply tore the panties that were obstructing my view, my left hand intensified its play with her breasts, and the fingers of my right hand reached out to caress the black triangle, and then moved down to feel the soft lips of her pussy, and used my middle finger to caress the opening of her vagina.
As soon as I touched her private parts shortly afterward, her original struggles slowed down until they stopped.
Tilting my head over, I couldn’t see very well in the darkness, but I could tell that she was trembling and sobbing, the mournful sobs and the slow trembling of her body demanding that I stop the aggression.
I struggled internally, and in the end reason overcame lust.
I stopped to see what was wrong with her, and with my left hand I moved her face to be right with me, and found tears in her eyes, her delicate body trembling, and her mouth muttering no.
Seeing it like this, swiftly, I couldn’t bear to see it.
Then I left her with my hands and sat up with my back to her.
She then sobbed even more when she saw that I wasn’t going to continue, tucked her legs up, pulled down the long skirt I’d tugged up to cover her bottom, straightened her dress then sat upright.
After a long time, I heard her stop crying, so I looked up at the stars and said, “If you don’t want it, why did you come camping with us? “
It was like I was scolding a little girl who had done something wrong, and she scowled.
So the two of us just kept sitting there, silent with each other.
We were both on the bank, not moving a muscle as the water gurgled by.
After an unknown amount of time, she slowly spat out, “I really can’t.”
Then buried his head in her arm and cried again.
I’m most afraid of a girl’s tears, and I was beginning to feel not too good about it, so I said alone, “A well-behaved girl like you should have known better than to come on this kind of camping trip, I’m really sorry for just now, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry… I’m really sorry…”
When I finished, I turned my head to look at her, and she remained in her original position unchanged and didn’t say anything back.
Seeing that she was ignoring me, I felt a little annoyed and stopped bothering her.
The starry sky was brilliant, and in the quiet mountains, the lewd cries of Bully Boy and that slut screwing right on fire came from the campsite in the distance, causing great echoes in the silent valley.
I had to concentrate very hard not to think about the two of them in order to screen out the annoying grunts, but it seemed like I could hear Kawada and Fang making love in the distance in the forest, along with Bald Hair and the others.
It seemed as if the gusts of echoes were converging on me, demonstrating to me, moaning to me about how much they and they were drifting.
The more I listen to the more angry, the more I think the more angry, if I had known I would not come to this what the hell camping, their own nest in the dormitory, look at nude photos, watch porn, really can not stand it on the side of the side of the gun, live more than happy, and the result is that now a person sitting here, can not do anything.
It’s #@$% to think that the day after tomorrow we’ll have to listen to them bragging about how brave they are and how much they’ve made them horny!
The next morning, the other pairs disappeared early in the morning and went off to make out somewhere.
So the job of cooking fell back on me.
I’m doing it internally while I’m organizing it.
I noticed at this point she stepped out of the tent and stepped toward the stream.
I winced; originally I had been assigned to sleep in that tent with her, and since something as unpleasant as yesterday had happened, I had taken my sleeping bag alone and gone to sleep by the fire.
After she went to the stream to freshen up a bit, I noticed from a distance that she put her long, tied-up hair down and then walked toward me to come sit beside me.
I ignored her as if I were gambling.
For a long time, not a single word came out between the two of us.
Then I sneezed and she surprised me by draping her jacket over me and saying, “Thanks for not doing anything to me yesterday.”
As soon as I heard this, I was first astonished, and was about to call out to her, but she turned at that moment and ran into the tent, and under the light of the morning sun, with her long, flowing hair and lithe figure, I was so astonished that I forgot to call out to her.
After lunch in the car I have been watching her, she is sentimental but always seem to avoid my gaze, so that I deepen my special feelings for her.
“Am I in love with her? ” I questioned myself skeptically.
□■ Act II – School
When we got back to school, Bully was the first one to get it on: “Wow! The first time I got a blowjob, it was a great experience. I fought with her for hundreds of rounds, and she was screaming for mercy. I was going to make her beg for mercy on her knees, but I couldn’t figure out that this slut would use this trick. I have never had this experience, suck a two or three times on the leak, so she thought I can not, this week must be about her out again, a good job again, I do not believe that the second time will not work, hehehe, but to say, this time and slut play so cool is the first time, before those women just touch a milk, insert a hole, and then rubbed to the ejaculation even the first time there is such an active girl! … …”
Bully closed his eyes and began to daydream about that night.
Then self-touch face sadly said: “dry! You see Wen Mei this chick small and coquettish, I had thought that even if she is not a virgin, even if, but I can’t imagine that the ‘hole’ wide, I don’t know how many men have been on it when she was on it was not a very close feeling at all … “
“You’re too thin with that one, aren’t you! Hahaha…”
Self Touch glared at him and said on his own, “Her grandma, I don’t know if I’ve fucked those ‘big birds’ either, that’s really one of the damages to my male prowess, otherwise how come that ‘hole’ is so wide. Also the worst, oooh, the old man’s been cheated out of his innocence.”
“Ha, forget it! It’s not as if the big bucks are being spent on the wrong people.”
“My condolences, think of her as someone who was relieved of the money she spent on her last whorehouse visit.”
“Ugh! Fuck you!”
Bald hair then said: “Hey! You are not emotionally based, to do love can not be called really cool, or like me and Qiqi is to talk about sex out of the side. Bazai that is called cool? Kitty’s body which place I have not kissed, did not use my root grinding, not to mention oral sex, anal sex, breast sex are engaged in I do not know how many times miles. But this is the first time with her in the outdoor, in the cool stream… ah ah ah… so cool oh…, now think about it will be erectile it, do you want to teach you a few tricks ah? “I’ll show you a few tricks.”
“In love? Who in the class doesn’t know that Kitty was bought by you with money to play, ha…”
“Hahaha! A lecher!”
Bald Hair saw that I didn’t join the discussion, “Hey, Saizo, didn’t you go too? How was your game? “
I leaned my chair back, rested my chin in my hand, and shook my head, “Ugh, stop, if you don’t let me fuck, you don’t let me fuck,”
I kind of looked like I was resigned to saying, in rueful terms, “Too soft-hearted.”
“Stupid! Won’t you force yourself on me? “
“I used it!”
“Used it and still can’t get it on, don’t think you’ve been ‘wasted’ by her, take it off and let’s see…”
“Hey, don’t touch! What’s wasted, I was seeing that she really didn’t want it so…”
“Stupid! You really believe she’s in the room, huh? “
“Come on! What else would be good enough to go on a camping trip like that? Maybe she’s pretending she’s pure too just to give you, the boy-chicken, a special experience…”
“It’s…”
“Stupid… short-circuited from reading…”
I was starting to get a little annoyed as the crowd got less and less talkative.
“Huh-, mind me a lot oh!” I said so with my mouth, but in my heart, I didn’t believe that her actions that night would lie to me, not to mention the next morning…
After this camping trip, I seemed to be the only one of the boys left in the class who was still in the room.
“Forget it!”
Although my mouth is so, but in fact the heart is still very much looking forward to have such an opportunity, boys well! It would be a lie to say that we are not interested in this kind of thing, not to mention that at this age, it is very easy for us to have some thoughts about the opposite sex.
I thought to myself, “Since I don’t have the drive to go after the opposite sex, what’s the point of being in a sorority? So after that, I stopped participating in all of my class’s friendships, and watched some of my classmates get into couples and experience it more than once, and I was still full of sighs of relief.
Later on, some people saw me being so depressed and couldn’t stand to watch, and wanted to introduce me to a girlfriend, but I refused, and there was even a schoolgirl who hinted that if I didn’t have a girlfriend, then she…
For some reason, as if I had done something wrong, I kept thinking in my mind that if, after that time, that girl had been frightened by me, creating a shadow in her heart and a fear of men, then I would have committed a great sin.
For peace of mind, I’m perfectly capable of not sororitizing or having a girlfriend.
I then died of the idea that I could have a fling in high school.
That said, once this heart is quiet, reading is also gradually improved, began to top the list.
When we entered our senior year of high school, we, a group of diehards, clashed with the housemaster and the instructor over the A-books being found, so we all moved out and found a house near the school, still living together.
The days of my senior year of high school were compact and busy, and I had been busy with my joint college exams, and although the guys ate and lived together, I gradually felt detached from the colorful ones.
□■Shine is fleeting
Day in and day out, Bully remains the same, fishing for pussy, cheating on pussy, and starting with that slut, Bully also starts “fucking pussy”.
He felt that there are still many women in the world, vowing not to get married until they have inserted a thousand “holes”, and changing girlfriends has become a common occurrence, often after a short period of time, they will both break up, but the two of them are also a good separation, because they are all girlfriends who think very openly!
But he insisted on not playing with small, love-struck girls because, according to him, “it’s never over after you’ve fucked them.”
In more than a year, and did not play out anything, really do not know how he and those girls birth control, just and he had slept with the number of girls, aside from their openness to sex style does not make me like this point, at least nearly twenty.
But this can be agonizing, because I have to go out from time to time and give up my room to them to mess with, especially when I’m alone in the sluggish north wind.
In the future, I simply stayed in school late to study, so much so that even I, the person who stayed in the dormitory most often, wasn’t sure what Bully Boy’s sexual partners looked like later on.
Bald hair and Qiqi each other have a fixed time party, naturally, they are in some high-class hotel to do ( otherwise coupled with these two, I will not even can not go back to the dormitory? ), after finishing, Bald Hair usually sends something to Qiqi, anyway, Bald Hair’s family has a lot of money, can afford to spend so and so.
That’s why I often wonder if Qiqi is just interested in Bald Hair’s money, and that’s why the two of them hang out with each other.
The fact is good, these two people as early as half a year ago on the blow, bald hair reason: afraid of Kitty pregnant, began to use the “raincoat”, but Kitty then think that bald hair in the play her only, not really want to stay with her, will be determined to make a separation.
Originally I have felt this strange, quite Xi stilts, and finally, as expected, six months ago, bald hair family began to thoroughly investigate the bald hair the destination of living expenses, and his implementation of “economic sanctions”, Qiqi can not get the benefits of the natural need to break up.
Kitty’s moved on, living with a man who has been out of the community, and is now a few months pregnant, and this has made Bald Hair depressed for a while.
The self-touching encounter was the most dramatic yet.
He and Wenmei had only played that one time a year ago, and a month ago Wenmei she and her family came to him out of the blue, saying that she was pregnant with his child and was about to give birth, and wanted him to be responsible.
In this way, the poor self-touching a hundred mouths, it was planted and dropped out of school, worse must marry Wen Mei as his wife, and Wen Mei is a few of our brothers privately assessed as “all the man can be husband” of the woman, than the slut’s evaluation of the lower, this is mainly a slut will also choose to choose her eyes to do the person, but Wen Mei but the refusal of the people, it is said to have been in order to buy a piece of clothing and a dress shop owner to have sex, and so on and so forth. She is said to have had sex with a dress store owner for lack of money to buy a dress, and so on and so forth.
It’s all his fault for being so ignorant of the human condition that after playing with Wen, he was so happy to go around broadcasting and leaving photos to prove that they had made love.
Now Wenmei got pregnant by messing around with someone else, and the man said it was Wenmei’s seed with someone else, and was neither willing to take responsibility nor pay for her abortion.
Wen Mei in a hurry, they want to find a scapegoat to emergency, because her family is not willing to help her raise children, and she is also, so the solution is to get married, regardless of whether he has feelings for them, anyway, randomly find a person to marry first, and then divorced, so that the child is also get rid of, and they are also easy.
So it’s the self-touching downer who even admitted to having an affair with her.
But there’s no way around it, or people will sue him for abandonment.
What is more regrettable is that he did not think of the time difference in favor of the conditions, and so found when the Wen Mei early with a divorce expenses mess “fly”.
I thought he had sworn that he would play with all the women in the world, but it turned out that his women were played with by all the men in the world, woo hoo.
As for Deadman and Lily actually becoming lovebirds after that camping trip.
The dead man who didn’t sleep for the last sixteen hours of the day was actually staying up for the first time in his life to write love letters, and his eyes were wide open and glazed over thinking about Lily in class.
Since then, we Windy Six have realized the greatness of the power of love.
More noteworthy is that these two are very pragmatic, and after they couldn’t make it through their senior year of high school, despite their family’s objections, they dropped out of school to go out to work together and live together, just like a couple.
At first I thought they were merely joking around, or even gambling with their families, and that it wouldn’t be long before they would surely separate over broken dreams.
But the two proved to be stronger in love because of their independence, and more of one mind because of their difficult lives.
The last time the dead man came back, he said in high spirits that if they saved enough money, they would open a flower store and get married and have a boy and a girl.
We were left jaw-dropped, dumbfounded, and wanting to cry when it was said.
Ever since that Yoshi guy invited Kawada from our dormitory to live together, his condition has been unknown, he doesn’t even come to class, and we only found out that he’s missing when his family recently killed the school to get him.
But after Kawada came back to the dormitory six months ago with a haggard face and borrowed money from us, we officially lost contact.
Therefore, there is nothing we can do in response to his family’s persistent pleas and intimidations for us to reveal Kawada’s whereabouts.
It was only later, from what his family told the school, and the tutors rolling back to our ears, that we learned that Fanny had never lived there at all.
After graduation, I went on to college with no problem.
Deadman and Lily really do have a flower store, and business isn’t bad.
Perhaps due to the years of her debt, or perhaps it is better to say that miss, I did not like the average college students, after going to college like a male dog in heat like crazy girlfriends, just nestled in the field of knowledge, try to make themselves as full as possible.
And I stayed at Deadman’s whenever I could, not only because I had nowhere better to go, but also because I still got along better with my high school deadbeat friends.
I had asked Lily how the girl was doing, but the help Lily could give me was extremely limited because on the one hand Lily she dropped out of school halfway through the year, and on the other hand Lily didn’t have a lot of friendships with the kind of girl who was a goody-goody.
All Lily could do was tell me what subjects she liked, how good her grades were, and how many times she’d won model student.
When I hear these things, all I can do is laugh bitterly, and talking about it is the same as not helping.
As the first semester of my freshman year went by, I don’t know why I missed her more than ever, but all I could do was think about her, look at the pictures we took together, and wish very much that I could see her.
## Meet again ##
One day, skipping class to go out for a break, when I walked to the College of Letters, I was surprised to see her, the girl I “raped” during the camping trip, I never imagined she would also be admitted to this room.
“Great, I’ve been holed up in science school, no wonder I can’t see her.”
Overjoyed, I ran over and struck up a conversation with her.
As soon as she saw that it was me, all the embarrassing memories of the past came to her, and she blushed scarlet, and then, looking at me with a reproachful look, and therefore not too fond of flinging herself at me, she left me alone and hastened away.
Come to think of it, I really did such embarrassing things to her in the past, it’s only right that people hate me.
But I went back, “endocrine disorders began”, crazy obsessed with her, and over the years, as the days passed by, the thought of her is growing every day.
And when I told my high school buddies that I must marry her long range plan, we all showed surprise, although later on, Bazai had warned me that that kind of girl can play around, but not as a wife, and said that will participate in that kind of camping will also be what good things to criticize, and self-touching also warned me not to be silly, do not be as bad as he was planted by the Wenmei lascivious, why to be too much love for a girl who has only been together for a few days? Why get too attached to a girl you’ve only been with for a few days?
However, the speaker is a good man, and the listener is a muddy one, and as she had not yet been put away by any one, I resolved to pursue her.
The words of my best friend only made my mind yet more confused.
When I was in high school, I always thought that my future girlfriend and wife should be how pure and clean, how to not eat the earth, in other words, like the ancient times like not to leave the house, the only husband is from the more white is that it must not have contact with any male love virgins.
But when love comes, I don’t know what to do, and I even hypnotized myself before making a decision about how she’s so indiscreet, how many men she’s been with since that camping trip, and how you still like her.
But whenever I see her in the campus, but let me more like her, and even when I see her bright smile, the whole day, the spirit of the spirit for a lift, all kinds of trouble left behind, my joy and sadness with her joy and sadness dance, and this kind of unrequited love so that I can not hold, and her deep love of the eyes finally make me collapse.
So I started to “put the word out” and act on it.
This day was a month after I met her by chance at the College of Arts and Letters.
First freshman year as a stranger, the next year as a friend, the year immediately following as a close friend, and the last year after graduation, I brought her home with me to see my family and friends, and she announced our relationship to her family.
It’s the simple love that’s truly timeless, and we didn’t have the ethical tragedy of love that the TV stations make out to be impossible.
We had neither love rivals, nor family resistance, nor episodes of incest that had been committed by friends and relatives of both families.
Everything was slow but doubly cozy.
By the time I was on the eve of my enlistment, I had been afraid she would leave me, and had thought of making love as a way to strengthen my ties to her.
But after all, with a personality like mine, I was always afraid to bring it up, and I was more than sure that even if I did, she would never say yes, just like the night five years ago.
But as the day of my military service approached, my moods and apprehensions rose and fell even more.
It wasn’t until the night before we went north that we both had our last date.
It was after 10 p.m. and the two of them went for a night stroll along the river.
There weren’t many pedestrians along the river, and with the dim streetlights, I looked at her, but with an unspoken concern.
She already had a job and I had no financial base at all; it was too much of a disadvantage for me to be able to come down to be with her only once every few weeks while I was in the army, but her male colleagues around her could share her affections whenever they wanted.
I pondered, and before I knew it, I was gazing out of my mind.
“What’s with the moping? ” she asked, looking back at me from about five meters ahead of me.
“It’s nothing… I’m leaving you tomorrow… a little sad…” I replied slowly.
“Are you worried about me? “
She placed her hands behind her back and came over to gaze at me.
“Uh…”
I knew this was my last chance and I couldn’t afford not to take it.
So I walked away from her, alone, toward the guardrail by the river, and as I walked I slowly voiced the concerns that were on my mind.
When I finished, I turned to look at her.
“You… Can… Wait for… I.. This. Two. Two years. What…”
I read it word for word.
Time, it seemed, was frozen in this moment.
After hearing this, she trembled slightly as if she had been struck abruptly, and then without saying a word, she walked up to me with a serious and certain pace, took the initiative to reach out her hands and encircle my neck, and in the dim streetlight, regardless of the watchful eyes of the passers-by, she gave me a deep kiss that I didn’t even dare to hope for when I was in college.
Then she snuggled into my arms, her body shaking, her voice sobbing: “You don’t believe me that much? I don’t know how to say I love you anymore…”
When she finished speaking she looked up at me, and true and crystallized teardrops rolled down her cheeks in a loving manner.
I wipe the tears from her face with my fingers before they both hug tightly again, “I know, Darling…”
Life in the military was like a desert and I had her as an oasis.
God blessed us with a strong bond, and it was not easy for us to finally be with her again after we finished our military service.
And I didn’t dare to slack off, I looked for a job right away, and although the process wasn’t very smooth, I became an office worker.
Until I found a job, have a little financial basis, a little to be able to compare with her, then I began my second step – marriage plan.
When I went to work, as long as I was on vacation, I would definitely run to her house to stick with her, and if I got paid, I would buy her gifts, write her letters, send her flowers, sing her songs… and so on.
Because of the good relationship with her family, they all welcome me as an “outsider”, especially her five-year-old cousin, who often asks me when my big sister is going to marry my big brother, which makes her cheeks blush.
And from time to time, her parents have hinted to me that she’s marriageable for her age and that it’s better to decide sooner rather than later.
But it’s not that I didn’t bring it up, it’s that she always said, “Let’s wait a while.” And that’s what she’d say.
Finally, a year and a half after I started working, she agreed to marry me after I don’t know how many times she proposed to me, and that day was the same day I met her in the dormitory.
I was stunned at the deliberate coincidence and realized how much she cherished the day she and I first met, so we chose the date of our camping trip eight years ago to get married.
The night before we were both to be married, the words of my dead friend bubbled up into my mind one by one, and all the worries that I had been willfully ignoring for several years because of my sweet love came flooding back to me.
Despite having prepared quite a bit mentally, it seems a bit impossible to remove this sense of imperfection.
Although I often go to her home, and she covered the sky, and the word, the topic is almost all talk, but I never asked about the previous situation of her dating word, I do not know whether she had a boyfriend, and there are several times I impulse to want to ask her face to face is not a virgin, and even on the eve of the wedding the two of us to see the last time, in the moonlight after deep kiss, reluctantly say goodbye to the end of the side, simply almost proposed.
While it may have sent no impact on my self-hypnosis about this aspect over the years, I finally had to admit that traditional machismo was still in my heart.
There were even times when I dreamed in my dreams that my she was with another man, while lost and bewildered all day.
Not to mention the fact that I love her so much now that I can’t live without her, and I don’t want to hurt her.
If it hadn’t happened to her, she would have laughed at me for being so careful, but what if she had? She and I would have a rift and a generation gap of some sort, and would never be able to be honest with each other.
So this bet I have not played since.
As I lay in bed tossing and turning, I finally realized: “Forget it, anyway, what I want is for her to love me wholeheartedly now, and to take care of me after marriage, regardless of whether she is a virgin or not, and regardless of how she was in the past…”
At this point I was lying in bed, verbalizing this.
“… it would be a lie to say that I don’t care at all…”
My thoughts turned.
“… ah… stop thinking about such boring things…”
I covered my head with a pillow and cursed me my self harshly.
Yet for no reason at all there was a sense of loss that haunted me for a long time.
I know I still have some regrets.
□■Relief
The night of the wedding, I picked her up in front of the bathroom door, fresh from the shower, and carried her to bed.
I gazed at her under the dim art light, the red cheeks still, only she had become my wife, she would not run, and I would not let her slip from my arms.
I kissed her cheek, lifted her pretty face with both hands, and said, “Eight years ago I really wouldn’t have thought that you’d be my future wife, and at first I was just in the mindset of having a little fun.”
I brought my face forward and kissed her on her vermilion lips.
Hands slipped into her robe, sliding over her stomach and resting on her breasts.
She squirmed uncomfortably and pouted, “So now you want to just have some fun too? “
I squeezed her breasts, so soft, tender and smooth, much fuller than eight years ago.
“Yeah!” I joked as I slid my left hand down to her hip.
“What!” She glared almond-eyed.
I sealed her lips again, wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled on the bed, pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and lips, sucked her juices from my mouth, and then told her, “Don’t I have to play with you ‘now’? “
“Yeah! Bummer!” She laughed softly.
“Then come again!” I said.
While her right hand was fondling the tips of both breasts, her left hand was removing her bathrobe.
The well-proportioned, lush breasts were topped by two pink nipples, and the flaming areolas seemed eager for me to lick and suck her.
The white legs were tackled by me while she slightly covered them with a slight lift of her legs, as if embarrassed to be seen by me.
The dark tufts of massed hair had grown wider in the intervening eight years, and in the darkness was the wet private part, which was gradually burgeoning in my lower body.
The feeling of caressing that place eight years ago comes to mind, and I wonder if it’s still slightly wet?
I reached out and stroked her with my fingers.
She shuddered slightly and said with a slight rush of breath, “This action has affected me for eight years.”
I answered her, “Honey, I gave you a scare eight years ago…”
Then the fingers stroked her there more gently, slowly, gradually moistening.
With the caresses of her fingers, she shivered slightly and looked at me fondly, smiling a little bitterly as I nibbled on the tip of her ear, “… sorry…”.
Then he buried his head into her chest, using his cheeks to feel her trembling, using his nose to breathe in her scent, using his lips and tongue to suck on the tip of her nipple, completely reveling in this exquisite flavor.
I pressed against her puffy breasts, a little flustered as I pulled the clothes off my body.
Then I propped myself up on my hands and stared at each other with her.
At this time, her clear face was flushed with a wisp of red, but she looked even more delicate.
Because I had seen her when she was young, and had caressed her as a teenager, I felt more of her maturity and femininity, and it drove me wild and mesmerized me.
More importantly, the two of us could already be united in name only, and for me, who had been pursuing her for several years, this reserved first night was all the more treasured because it was still not easy to come by after all!
I laced the fingers of her hands with hers and lifted her arms, stretching them up and then pressing them next to the pillows, so that they were propped up against the bed with their palms.
She cooperated by spreading her legs wide so that I was positioned between her legs before squirming so that the penis could enter her vagina with just a slight forward push.
That’s how we both maintained it for a while.
During this time, we both waited silently for each other.
My eyes must have been so full of desire that she dared not look me in the eye; and occasionally, when they touched each other, she blushed shyly.
This period of stillness was like a request for permission to enter her, I took my time and waited for her to get mentally ready, she was mine from now on anyway, there was really no need to rush the moment, I mentally barked.
In a matter of moments, the trembling of her whole body due to the accidental touching of the glans on her labia intensified once again, and my penis rolled with excitement.
The moment of intercourse finally arrives, and like she understands that what’s meant to be done is done after all, she nods her head slightly, signaling that I can enter her, and then closes her eyes, squeezes her lips tightly shut, and takes a deep breath, her voice soft but a little strained.
At this point it was my turn to shiver, and I was surprised that I didn’t dare to enter her right away.
I closed my eyes and thought about what I had seen on the video, and with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, I slowly pushed my hips forward, penetrating the thin membrane, and waited until I was in her soft, warm, wet pussy, before I let go of the big stone in my heart.
After eight years of haunting me, she was perfect after all.
These days, she is always my fantasy partner when I masturbate.
Fantasy, the two of us in the sky full of stars under the night sky tumbling love, the weak starlight reflects her tender breasts, the quiet meadow is surrounded by the two of us coitus gasping, in the climax after the two embraced each other in the grass and fell asleep…
I pumped slowly, the walls of my vagina were a little tight, but it made the glans feel even more pleasurable, and my beloved opened her mouth slightly, letting out a soft gasp, and from the contact of my lower body each time I inserted the whole penis, I could feel the trembling of this first time of discomfort…
I fantasized that in the shallow lake, she was lying naked on a spring-drenched boulder, her breasts, which had been raised by the curved surface of the rock, letting me knead them, letting me suck and taste them, letting me control them with my open legs, letting me go in and out of them, and then finally, in the rumbling sound of the waterfall, I would send millions of sperm into her, and then I would fall into a shallow pool, exhausted from the heat of the moment…
I gradually accelerated my pumping momentum, her moans gradually louder, the hotel’s waterbed as we pushed and shifted, making the sound of water agitation…
I have also fantasized about the two of us taking a mandarin ducks bath in the bathroom, she squatted down next to me lying down, bending her body to suck my penis, and then she couldn’t help herself, she sat on my standing penis, and I held her breasts from behind, and in the two of them gasped in a frenzy of fierce intercourse, and in the bath pool of the water waves to the extreme point of reaching an orgasm…
I grabbed her hands and pumped at a rapid pace, my body almost pressing against hers.
She was panting softly and sharply, tiny beads of sweat were beading on her face, her breasts swaying back and forth dripping with the sweat I was dripping as I moved in and out of her, the nipples on her breasts flicking back and forth on my chest like fingertips…
I’ve also fantasized that we’re already a couple, pushing our bodies against her tender buttocks on the kitchen counter while she’s busy preparing dinner, entering her from behind with a rush, holding her breasts with our hands behind her back, rubbing them passionately up and down, gasping at the sound of frying fish, enjoying the pleasure of our brother rubbing up against our sister, ejaculating while the pot of soup is overflowing from the heat, and then eating naked on the dining room table with a A blackened dinner…
I could feel how wet we were where we met, the softness of my pussy stimulating my red glans, sending currents of lovemaking passion from it to my brain, and my heart seemed to lift a level with each pump.
Opening my eyes, I looked at the place where we were mingling, the crystalline fluid flowing from her pussy, covering her labia as I moved my cock in and out, moistening her crimson pussy and allowing my glans to move in and out of her with minimal friction.
It was my first time and her first time, and it was so good for me, I wonder if she felt the same way?
As time passed, I began to feel a sense of fatigue, but the momentum of my pumping slowed down, and her chants came out intermittently along with the pumping.
We were both dominated by the pleasure of intercourse.
Gradually, my consciousness began to blur, and the lower half of my body backfilled with heat, full of millions of spermatozoa poised to explode. I was thrusting into her with all my might, and her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, and the closer I got to the moment of eruption the tighter she clamped down.
The two violently shaking men, with the push of the waterbed, looked like a landslide or a volcanic eruption.
Finally the final blow came, I pushed my cock into her, there was no strength or time to pull out again, then the world came to an end, the whole earth exploded after we both screamed out our last words at the same time, and all consciousness ceased to exist…
I let go of my grip on her palm, my deflated body crouching over her in its entirety, my stray, rapid breaths gradually returning to normal.
She opened her arms and hugged me tightly, her mouth mingling with vaguely recognizable gasps for me not to leave her.
In this moment, I feel like I really am the happiest person in the world.
After a bout of ejaculatory pleasure, I stuck out my tongue to meet hers, nimbly touching each other, and then sucking passionately deep into each other’s mouths and lips.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the two of us remained in a tight embrace, deeply afraid of losing the Dunlop we had just experienced.
Eventually the heat died down and we both reluctantly parted ways.
She lay on her side on my chest, her right foot straddling my lower back so that where passion had been not so long ago could still be joined, her long hair clinging to my chest in a messy way from the sweat.
My left breast was attached to my chest and my vagina was clamped around my cock that was limp inside her.
I reached out and leaned in with my right hand and pinched and stroked the tip of her right breast with my fingers.
It wasn’t long before she sneezed slightly.
“Cold? ” I pulled the thin quilt aside and covered her shoulders.
“Husband,” she asked me flirtatiously, “do you really love me? “0
“Well… I’m the only one in the world…” I replied lazily, before placing a kiss on her tangled hair.
She smiled contentedly.
“What about you? ” I asked her back, and she didn’t answer.
“Honey, do you know why I went on that camping trip eight years ago? ” she said, nestled in my arms, slightly puzzled.
“Right! Why would you want to go? Why go to that kind of sleepover… where the intentions are so obviously bad…? “
Suddenly I remembered the stream eight years ago, and many of the dead friends said “ghost words”, the heart began to feel uneasy, the tone of voice turned hard.
Because that really wasn’t something a normal girl should go to, it couldn’t be that she wasn’t really well-behaved by nature… true to Bully’s words.
So, even if she gave me her first night, but she’d had many “fucks” with other men before that, that “virginity” meant nothing to me!
If I had to choose, I would rather she had lost her virginity because she was persistent in love but met an unlucky man than a woman who only held on to the last layer of her “membrane” and left the rest of her “open”.
Thinking about this, somehow I began to feel that the importance of mutual love and spiritual steadfastness far outweighed physical perfection.
“What’s wrong? ” she looked up at me tenderly, apparently not feeling the shift in my tone.
Then she pressed her whole chest against mine and squirmed her breasts a little, deliberately stimulating me, and abruptly I felt my cock, still inside her, harden again.
She kissed me on the lips with a smile on her face and said to me in a contented and happy tone, “I’ve always believed that you would be my husband without having a boyfriend,”
“Huh? “
“I was already in love with you then, I just went there so I could meet you!”
Then she got up to face me and raised an arm in front of me, “It’s just that I didn’t know you were going to do this to me that night, so I’m sad that the one I liked was even a…”
She pointed her finger at me and smiled brightly as she said, “… big pervert…”
“Yeah! You’ve got this…”
She sealed me with her lips so that I couldn’t go on, and I understood what she meant and said no more, rolling over with the momentum and pinning her down again.
“That’s good! I’ll ask for my share back now along with the one I didn’t make the other day!”
At this time, her smile was even more bright and beautiful “Ah… pervert…”
And so, the prince and princess lived happily ever after…