I'm a university student, with relatively open-minded thinking. I've always had the habit of masturbating. I focus more on quality, not frequency, and enjoy trying new and exciting things. After the internet became widespread, I developed an interest in adult products and decided to go check out a store in person.
It's a bit awkward to buy these things at nineteen. Online ordering worries about family receiving them, male store owners can't face the embarrassment, and older female store owners tend to lecture. Until one day, I saw a sex shop at the bottom floor of a newly developed residential area, run by a young woman in her twenties.
She appeared mature and steady, with a good figure, dressed appropriately, perfectly showcasing her body curves. She spoke with a bit of a local accent, yet was poised and natural. I walked into the shop, and she greeted me warmly, saying there were discounts as they had just opened.
The shop was clean and tidy. I took a liking to a male masturbator called 'Precocious Student Girl.' She brought it over, opened the packaging, and explained its features in detail: it can simulate oral sex, vaginal, and anal intercourse; the inner walls have ridges; and you can pour hot water inside to increase realism.
I paid and tried it at home, feeling it was indeed good. After that, I started going to the shop frequently, sometimes just to chat, sometimes to buy cheap little things. Over time, we became familiar. She told me she was from out of town, her husband worked in a factory, was very busy, and rarely had time to accompany her.
Once I mentioned wanting to try enlargement devices. She took me to a small room in the back and had me take off my pants for an inspection. Seeing I was already hard, she said the size wasn't small, but still took out a Spanish enlargement device and taught me how to use it.
When there was no one in the shop in the evening, she closed the door and personally instructed me. Her hands held mine, installing the base and the tether, while gently massaging to promote blood circulation. That sensation made me unable to resist reaching out to caress her breasts over her clothes. She glared at me but didn't stop me.
I pushed my luck, reaching my hand under her thin summer clothes. Her breasts were firm and elastic, her nipples gradually hardening under my fingertips. I lifted her shirt and took that point into my mouth; her breathing became ragged. She also began to respond, removing the device and taking hold of me with her hand.
Clothes fell off one by one. Her skin was fair and smooth, the red lace underwear making her even more alluring. I unhooked her bra, and a pair of full breasts sprang out. I continued downward, removing her panties, revealing thick pubic hair and a pink vulva.
I parted her legs and gently licked her clitoris and labia with my tongue. Her body twisted, emitting soft moans. She also turned around and took me into her mouth, her soft tongue wrapping around the tip.
“Hurry up... come in.” she gasped.
I didn't satisfy her immediately, continuing to tease with my tongue until she couldn't bear it any longer. Only then did I press the tip against her entrance and slowly push in. Inside, she was hot and tight, her folds rubbing against me. I started with slow thrusts, then gradually sped up, each time reaching the deepest point.
Her wanton cries became continuous, her body trembling constantly. I switched to a ribbed condom for stronger stimulation. She climaxed twice, almost passing out. Finally, I took off the condom, thrust a few dozen more times, and came inside her.
Afterward she leaned in my arms, her voice still a little weak:
“Too amazing... It’s the first time I’ve felt this good. You’ll have to take responsibility for me from now on.”
I smiled and agreed. From that day on, whenever we had the chance, we would get intimate in the small room behind the shop. Her back passage was also explored by me, and both of us were immersed in this fresh and thrilling experience.
Later she mentioned wanting to try group play. I found a few friends I trusted. That time we played for more than three hours; she came many times and was so exhausted she could barely move, yet she still said she wanted more. When showering, we carried her in to wash her off.
This relationship has no promises, only clear mutual willingness and desire. After each time, she always leans on my shoulder and whispers:
"Next time... come again."
And I always nodded.
University life continues, and this adult shop became another secret outlet for me. There was the young female owner, her mature body, and the scorching, real nights we confirmed again and again.
Another month quickly passed.
That adult products store became the place I visited most often after class. Sometimes I really went to buy things, but more often I just wanted to see her. Her name was Su Qing, six or seven years older than me, already married, yet she turned the small room behind the store into our secret space for just the two of us.
Every time I push open the shop door, as long as I see that faint, almost imperceptible smile in her eyes, I know I can stay tonight.
That evening, as soon as I entered, she locked the door behind me and pulled down the shutter. The sky outside wasn't completely dark yet, but the shop was already empty except for us.
“Close up early today.” Her voice was a little hoarse as she pulled me toward the back.
The cabin was tidier than last time. The bed was already made, with a few bottles of lube and some new toys she had acquired placed beside it. Su Qing didn't say much, directly pressed me down by the bedside, straddled me, and leaned down to kiss me.
This kiss was more urgent than ever. Her tongue nimbly slipped in, her hands already undoing my belt. I cooperated by taking off my shirt, reaching back to unzip her skirt. The sound of fabric sliding down was especially clear in the quiet room.
She was wearing a black lace set today, her ample chest tightly bound and pushed up high, with only a thin strap below. I reached around to the back, gave a gentle tug, the strap loosened, and the entire pair of panties fell to the bend of her knees.
“Don’t rush to take it off...” she panted, yet she lifted her body herself, freeing the thing that had already hardened inside my pants.
She didn't sit down immediately, instead leaned down, first using her tongue to slowly lick from the base to the tip, then took it into her mouth. The warm cavity enveloped me, her tongue moving skillfully. I gasped, my fingers threading through her hair.
Su Qing looked up at me, her mouth still around me, her eyes full of allure. Her movements grew deeper, occasionally grazing sensitive spots lightly with her teeth, sending shivers down my spine.
“Enough...” I said softly, pulling her up.
She smiled, straddled my legs, guided me in herself, and slowly lowered herself. When fully inside, both let out satisfied sighs. She was hot and tight inside, still contracting slightly.
"Today... I want it slower." With both hands braced on my chest, she began moving up and down slowly.
I held her waist to match her rhythm. Each time she came down, I thrust upward once, reaching the deepest point. Her breasts swayed gently with the movement. I reached out to hold them, my thumb circling her nipples. Su Qing's breathing immediately became erratic, and her movements sped up a bit.
“Does it feel good?” I asked.
“Mm... so deep...” She lowered her head and kissed me, her voice halting and broken, “Much more real than the toy...”
We tried several positions. She lay prone on the bed, and I entered from behind; she lay on her back, her legs hoisted onto my shoulders; finally, she straddled me again, controlling the rhythm herself. Sweat stuck her hair to her cheeks, but her gaze grew increasingly dazed.
When the climax hit, her whole body tensed, her inner walls contracting violently, squeezing me until I growled and released. Streams of scalding liquid shot inside, she trembled lightly as she took it, then lay limp on top of me.
Afterward we didn't separate right away. Her fingers were drawing circles on my chest, and her voice was still a little breathless:
“My husband has to work overtime this weekend... can you stay over?”
I nodded.
That night we did it twice. Once in the shower, the steam fogging up the mirror, her hands braced against the wall as I thrust slowly and deeply from behind. The other time was in the early morning; she woke me up on her own, then rode me, using the faint light from the window to look into my eyes as she moved up and down until she climaxed again.
From that day on, whenever her husband wasn't around, I would stay overnight.
We started trying more things from her shop. Sometimes using a vibrator, sometimes toys of different shapes, sometimes just using our most primal bodies. Suqing gradually became bolder, whispering in my ear how she wanted to be treated, and during climax, she would hold me tightly, saying things she normally never would.
Once she mentioned wanting to try anal.
That night she first had me use a lot of lubricant and my fingers to slowly stretch her, confirming she was completely relaxed before I entered bit by bit. She bit the pillow in pain but never asked me to stop. After I was fully inside, we both stayed still for a few seconds, adjusting to that incredibly tight, enveloping sensation.
“You can move now...” her voice trembled.
I started thrusting slowly. The back entrance was tighter than the front; each time I entered and exited, I could feel a strong suction. Su Qing's moans carried a sobbing tone, yet she kept pushing her waist back, meeting my movements. When she finally climaxed, the front also sprayed out quite a bit of fluid, soaking a large area of the bedsheet.
While cleaning, she leaned against my chest, smiling somewhat tiredly:
"Next time... I still want it."
I kissed her hair and promised her.
This relationship has no promises and no future. We both know it clearly. Su Qing needs the feeling of being filled, and I need a real, warm body, not a cold toy.
As long as both sides still want it, this door will remain open to me.
And those scorching nights, those moments intertwined with sweat and panting, became the most secretive and also the most real part of my university years.
Another half month passed.
Su Qing's husband was staying at the factory for two consecutive weeks due to a rush order. I almost became half the master of that little room. During the day, she opened for business as usual; at night, once the rolling shutter came down, the entire shop was left to just the two of us.
That day I arrived a bit earlier than usual. When I pushed the door open, she was tidying the shelves. Seeing me, a flicker of a smile passed through her eyes, but she didn't lock the door immediately.
“An old customer made an appointment to pick up something at seven today.” she said softly, “You go wait in the back first.”
I nodded and, familiar with the way, walked into the back room.
The cabin was tidied up very comfortably by her. The bed had new bedding, light gray, looking clean and serene. On the nightstand were several bottles of lube for different purposes, and some new toys she had acquired, still in their original packaging.
I sat by the bed and waited for about twenty minutes. Faint sounds of her talking with a customer came from outside, then it quickly quieted down. Next was the sound of the rolling shutter door closing and keys turning.
The door was pushed open.
When Su Qing walked in, she had already taken off the loose outer jacket. Underneath, she wore only a white tank top and a black miniskirt. The tank top was thin, faintly revealing the outline of a dark-colored bra inside.
She locked the door behind her, walked over, and directly straddled my lap.
“Do you miss me?” she asked, looking down, her voice carrying a hint of teasing.
I didn't answer, just raised my hand to support the back of her head and pulled her down for a kiss. This kiss was deeper than ever before. Her tongue actively tangled with mine, and her body slowly pressed closer to mine. I could feel those two soft mounds of her chest pressing against me through the thin fabric.
As the kissing continued, her breathing had already become ragged. I slid my hand up along her waistline and easily lifted her tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra today, and a pair of breasts directly sprang out, the nipples already slightly erect.
I lowered my head and took one side into my mouth, circling it with my tongue. Su Qing let out a soft nasal sound, her fingers threading through my hair, gently pressing me.
“Don’t just focus on the top...” she panted.
I smiled, my hand sliding up her thigh under her skirt. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. When my fingers touched the already moist, soft area, she shivered slightly.
“So urgent?” I asked softly.
"I've been thinking about it all day." She answered very directly, lifting herself up to undo my pants.
When the hard, hot penis sprang out, she grasped it, her thumb gently rubbing the tip. Clear fluid had already seeped out, which she smeared. Then she adjusted her position, aligned it, and slowly sat down.
The process of entering was slow and clear. Inside her was astonishingly hot, layers of soft flesh tightly wrapping around him. When she sat down completely, both of them let out a soft moan.
Su Qing didn't move immediately. She just looked down at me, her hands braced on my chest, but her inner walls were gently contracting.
"How do you want to play today?" she asked.
“You decide.”
She smiled and began to slowly rise and fall. Each descent was deep and solid, and on the ascent, I could feel those folds scraping over sensitive places. I held her waist, matching her rhythm by thrusting upwards. The sound of flesh colliding gradually became clear, mixed with subtle wet sounds.
Her movements grew faster and faster. Her breasts swayed continuously with the motion; I reached out to hold them, kneading forcefully. Su Qing's moans immediately became unrestrained, her body leaning back slightly, pushing the most sensitive spot harder against me.
The climax came faster than expected. She suddenly tensed her whole body, her inner walls spasming violently, a rush of hot fluid gushing out, making the joining place even wetter. She lay limp on top of me, breathing rapidly, yet still gently twisting her hips, prolonging those lingering aftershocks.
I was still hard.
After she calmed down a bit, I laid her down on the bed and pressed myself on top of her. She cooperatively spread her legs and wrapped her arms around my neck. When I entered her again, she let out a satisfied sigh.
This time I held nothing back. Each thrust was deep and heavy, the sound of my balls slapping against her buttocks echoing loudly in the quiet room. Su Qing was pushed upward with each thrust, only to be pulled back by me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels gently rubbing against my back.
“Inside...” She said in my ear, her voice already hoarse.
The last few dozen times, I was almost ferocious. When she climaxed again, I was also squeezed to the point of roaring and releasing. Hot semen gushed into her in spurts. She held me tightly, her body trembling slightly.
Afterward we lay side by side. One of her legs was still draped over my waist, and her fingers slowly drew circles on my chest.
“My husband may be transferred to a branch office out of town next month.” she said suddenly.
I turned to look at her.
“I still haven’t decided.” she continued. “If I really go... what do you want?”
I was silent for a few seconds, answering honestly:
“If you want to keep going. If you want to too.”
Su Qing looked at me, her eyes bright in the dim light. After a long while, she finally let out a soft 'Mm-hmm.'
“Then keep going.”
That night we did it again. In the latter half of the night, she woke me up on her own initiative, then lay prone on the bed, raising her hips herself. When I entered from behind, she buried her face in the pillow but kept pushing back. This position allowed for deep penetration, each thrust reaching the deepest part. Her moans were intermittent, almost turning into sobs towards the end.
After it was completely over, the sky was already slightly bright.
Su Qing leaned against my chest, her voice somewhat tired but very satisfied:
"Next time... bring some new toys. I want to try something more excessive."
I kissed her hair and whispered in agreement.
Outside the shop door, the sounds of early risers could already be heard on the street. Yet we still lay in this small room known only to us, our bodies still connected, our sweat mingled, and our breaths gradually synchronizing.
The story is still continuing. It's just that this time, the secret behind the door has become deeper and hotter.
All the rhythm, depth, start, and end are still entirely decided by ourselves.
A week passed.
Su Qing sent a message asking me to come again at 9:30 PM. When I arrived at the shop entrance, the rolling shutter was already down, leaving only a crack. I squeezed through sideways, and she immediately locked it behind me.
In the back room, only a small table lamp was on, casting a dim yellow light. Spread out on the bed were a few new things she had just bought: a wolf-tooth sleeve with tiny bumps, a remote-controlled vibrating egg, and a bottle of transparent liquid labeled “long-lasting lubricant.”
Su Qing was wearing a loose white shirt today, the hem reaching only to the top of her thighs, with nothing underneath. She walked up to me, directly reached out to undo my pants, and took out my already half-hard member, holding it in her hand.
“Don’t rush to take me off just yet.” she said softly, lightly twirling her thumb at the tip, “Today I want to try a few more things.”
She had me lie on the bed, then straddled my lower abdomen. She lifted the hem of her shirt, revealing her already slightly moist area. She picked up the vibrator, turned it to the lowest setting, and pressed it against her clitoris herself. The faint sound of vibration started, and her waist immediately trembled slightly.
“Help me... apply the lubricant.” She handed over the bottle.
I squeezed some onto my finger and slowly spread it along her slit. As soon as my finger probed inside, she let out a soft nasal sound. The vibrator's buzzing made her insides contract again and again, and she quickly became even wetter.
She turned off the vibrator, picked up the spiked sleeve, and carefully put it on me. The raised soft spikes were noticeably textured. She held me, aligned with herself, and slowly sat down.
The process of entering was tighter than usual. When those tiny particles scraped against her inner walls, she bit her lower lip, her brows slightly furrowed, but she didn't stop. After sitting down completely, she lay on my chest, her breathing ragged.
"So full... those thorns... so clear..."
I held her waist and began slowly thrusting upward. With each thrust, the texture provided extra friction. Su Qing's moans soon became uncontrollable, her body rising and falling along with mine. Her shirt was already soaked with sweat, clinging to her back, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric.
I reached out, pushed the shirt up, and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. Her movements immediately became erratic, her inner walls continuously contracting.
“It's coming... don't stop...”
I increased my speed. She suddenly tensed up completely, threw her head back, and let out a drawn-out whimper. Warm fluid gushed out, turning the area where we joined into a muddy mess. The vibrator was still on, pressed casually against her lower abdomen by her own hand; the vibrations transmitted through her skin, prolonging her climax.
She lay softly on her stomach, lifting her head after a while, her eyes moist.
“Not yet.” her voice was hoarse as she reached out and took off the wolf-tooth sheath, changing to an ordinary ultra-thin condom. “This time... from behind.”
She turned over, knelt on the bed on all fours, lifting her buttocks herself. I knelt behind her, spread those two soft cheeks with my hands, and slowly pushed in. This position went very deep, each thrust hitting the deepest part. She buried her face in the pillow but kept pushing her waist back.
I reached one hand around to the front, found that still-sensitive nub, and gently rubbed it. The dual stimulation quickly made her start trembling again.
“Inside... tonight is okay...” she said haltingly.
During the final sprint, I was almost going all the way in and out. When she climaxed again, her inner walls clenched tightly. I roared and released, hot semen gushing into her in spurts. She endured it, her body trembling slightly, only collapsing softly after I had completely finished.
We lay on our sides, I was still inside her. Her fingers reached back and grabbed my hand, our fingers interlocking.
“My husband is coming back next weekend to stay for two days.” she suddenly said.
“Then these past two days……”
“Don’t come over these next two days.” She turned to look at me, her gaze serious. “When he’s gone, I’ll message you. By then... I want to try it for longer.”
I nodded and held her a little tighter.
While cleaning, she leaned against me, letting me rinse the traces off her body with hot water. The steam made the bathroom blurry, and she suddenly turned around, stood on tiptoe, and kissed me.
“Don’t overthink it.” She said, “I know exactly what I’m doing. So do you.”
Back in bed, she actively wanted it again. This time it was slow, almost grinding meticulously. She straddled me, hands propped on my chest, controlling the depth herself. Each descent was deep and solid, and as she rose, I could feel the inner walls clinging. Neither of us spoke, only the soft sound of bodies colliding and increasingly urgent breaths.
When the climax arrived, she lowered her head and kissed me, blocking all sounds in both our mouths. When the semen shot inside again, she tightened tightly, as if trying to keep everything in.
Afterward she curled up in my arms and fell asleep very quickly. I listened to her steady breathing, my fingers gently sliding over her smooth back.
The night outside the shop was already deep. But inside this small room, the temperature was still high.
The story is still continuing. It's just that the next meeting will be a bit longer apart.
And during the days of waiting, those scorching sensations and the words she had spoken would replay over and over in his mind.
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