He spoke, pressing firmly against my breasts, then guiding his penis into my mouth. At that moment, I noticed a fresh trail of semen running down my body—recently ejaculated and now dried—the volume clearly exceeding just one or two men’s contributions. The two men behind me also lifted my hips simultaneously; one knelt down to press on me, preparing for vaginal penetration, while the other spread my buttocks open and sprayed a stream of saliva directly onto my rectum, evidently making efforts to enter through that passage. I writhed violently in an attempt to resist these young, hairy men, yet dared not call out loudly—being completely bare, I didn’t know where my bra, skirt, or underwear had gone. I was afraid someone might come over and see a delicate, fair-skinned, youthful girl being enveloped by the semen of three men, and thus become even more hesitant to join in. Seeing that I wasn't resisting fiercely, they eased their urgency, gently resting their penises against my buttocks and vaginal entrance while caressing me all over with light touches and kisses. My body—once so refreshed from last night—now seemed to send conflicting signals, gradually re-energizing itself, growing more excited as the encounter unfolded. As he spoke these words, all three men moved toward my ballroom. Honestly, this penis inside me was not small at all, and with the added stimulation of the other two shafts, the pleasure surpassed that of last night’s experience entirely. He clearly admired my vagina as well, patting my back and saying: “This vagina is excellent—so tight, so comfortable!” I eagerly sucked on the one in front of me to release some of the pleasure. It was simply unimaginable for someone who had only shared sleep with three boyfriends since high school that within just twelve hours, I would now have been manipulated by four strangers—and even more astonishingly, how many men had ejaculated directly onto or into my body! “Oh, such strong suction,” he said, “pass it over to me—she needs to take it out. Such a gifted girl experiencing this sensation only once in her life is truly rare; she must surely make it through!” The two penises beneath my torso also extended themselves as they changed position—though the transition was initially uncomfortable, luckily they were eager to begin and quickly filled the gaps left by the earlier movements. The three men took turns enjoying me throughout the session, each one adjusting his posture just before climax to relieve pressure. Yet for me, there remained continuously three penises penetrating my vagina, rectum, and mouth, bringing on a relentless cascade of excitement that nearly overwhelmed me. My body grew warm and feverish, as if about to lose control; even more astonishingly, I began to feel the urge to ejaculate again—my consciousness blurred, with blood seeming to pool intensely in my lower region, as though it were about to burst forth. At this moment, all three men reached climax simultaneously, expelling a powerful surge of semen that completely filled each of my passages. We became one unit—a single mound of pleasure and energy—and I could no longer cry out; I only managed soft murmurs. Just as everyone was poised to release together, ascend into the same wave of ecstasy, suddenly came a loud shout: “What are you all doing?” Startled, all four of us erupted in powerful ejaculations, shooting high into the air. The three men quickly buttoned up their pants afterward, but I still couldn’t stop—the flow continued from my lower body, and even as I softly hummed, my buttocks, labia, and face were now streaked with visible traces. My boss sat beside me, gently massaging my breasts—my resistance completely gone. As he stroked me, he said: “You’re truly outstanding—your complexion is beautiful, your figure radiates sensuality. You are the best! With so much semen gathered in one night—how many men have you actually been intimate with?” I had nothing left to offer now—please come find me; I’ll find clothes for you all! I simply cannot return to school like this! Of course, I knew his condition—he would bring me to a room behind the internet café where it was early and quiet, many guests still yawning. When I arrived there, I wanted to go into the bathroom to take a shower, but he pulled me aside and said: “No need—right now you’re perfect.” Come on, blow your clothes to your uncle; once you feel comfortable, he’ll give you one piece of clothing; if he’s not satisfied, simply stay naked! I had no choice but to accept the oral stimulation, vaginal insertions, and rectal penetration, enduring his repeated attentions for a full four hours. He took me through three separate encounters with him before finally giving me a large T-shirt as my departure gift. That shirt only covered my buttocks—no one would let me bathe. My hair and face were now streaked with white, dry trails of semen. How could I possibly meet people again in this state?