[Having sex in the classroom] [Author: Unknown]

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I remember in my third year of junior high school, I became very close to a girl in my class. It started with
playful banter and progressed to walking her home after evening self-study sessions. Our relationship grew increasingly intimate; it
was probably my first love.
I was only 15 then, and it was the first time I'd had such a close relationship with a girl. I
was incredibly nervous every time we were together, and thinking back on it now, it's kind of funny. We lived relatively close, and sometimes we'd
take walks in a quiet alley near our homes. She had a great figure, large, hemispherical breasts,
slender legs, and fair skin. Her school uniform was a white shirt and a sky-blue skirt. Perhaps
because of her firm breasts, her clothes were always a little wrinkled on the sides, but smooth in the middle.
"Maybe they're stretched tight?" I secretly glanced at her breasts, and my penis unconsciously hardened.
I was so embarrassed
with a stoopat the time . I wonder if she noticed.
Later, after wandering around the alleys more often, I got bolder, but it was still just holding her close and gently kissing her face
. Her breasts pressed against my chest, soft and bouncy, so I got mischievous and hugged her tighter and tighter, her
breasts pressed against my chest, the hemispheres becoming flattened. Stroking her back, even through her school uniform, I could feel how smooth her
skin .
Once, after hugging, we continued wandering around the alleys, and she blushed a little, saying, "Yours...
is so long." My mind went blank, and I was incredibly embarrassed. It must have been because my penis had been
pressing against , and she noticed.
After similar things happened repeatedly, I got even bolder, haha. Back then, in
the third year of junior high, the school required everyone to stay at school for evening self-study. After self-study ended at 8 pm, she and I would walk
home together.
One evening after self-study, instead of going straight home, we wandered back into that alley.
The houses on both sides of the alley were villas, mostly inhabited by overseas Chinese who rarely came back, so it was seldom frequented.
So, under the dim streetlights, it was just the two of us.
I leaned against a lamppost, hugging her from behind, my face pressed against her shoulder-length hair. I could see her
chest rising and falling. She was wearing a white shirt that day, and although my hand around her slender waist could feel that the school uniform
was quite loose around the waist, her chest seemed a little tight. The school uniform was white and rather thin, and
under the dim streetlights, the pattern of her bra was faintly visible.
I swallowed hard; my penis was already restlessly pressing against her waist, my temples throbbing,
and I felt a little dazed. Although I was worried she would get angry, my hands still couldn't help but sneakily
move upwards from her waist.
She clearly felt my hands moving, looking down at them. I was incredibly nervous, but my hands kept
moving upwards. My thumbs had already touched something slightly hard, probably the bottom edge of her bra. My intentions
were completely exposed. She was still watching, silent, her chest heaving. For a moment, the air froze.
I was caught in a bind, and without thinking, I grabbed her full breasts with both hands. The feeling at that
moment was unforgettable. An extremely soft and elastic sensation rushed from my fingertips
to my cerebral cortex, a delicate fragrance wafting into my nose…
Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed my hands, like a slap in the face, making me extremely uneasy.
What ? She must not like what I was doing. Would she think I was being indecent? Many guesses
flashed through my mind in an instant. I saw her looking down, holding my hands, as if watching me. I didn't
dare to move.
Suddenly, she placed my hands back on her breasts, her small hands still gripping mine
. The summer school uniform was so thin that I could feel she wasn't wearing a bra under it, but rather
a small tank top. My courage grew, and I grabbed her breast with my fingers together. The
elastic feel of it made me dizzy!
Then she grabbed my hand and slowly began to knead it. I loosened my grip, and as she
gently massaged her breasts, my penis became very hard, as if something was leaking from the tip.
I was losing control, and my lower body rubbed against her tailbone in rhythm with her movements
. Then I felt something hard pressing against my palm as I
slowly massaged her breast, and that hard thing wiggled with it.
"Her nipples."
Although I was somewhat delirious, I still had common sense. Her hand slowly released its grip, and my heart pounded even
harder. My hands left her chest and slipped under her uniform. First, I touched her waist—a
smooth sensation. I moved upwards and touched her tank top. It was pure cotton. She tilted her head back,
looking at me with a half-smile, a blush on her cheeks.
I bent down so my hands could slip inside. First, my fingers lifted her tank top, finding it elastic
, and then I gently pulled it up, and two warm mounds of flesh sprang into my palms. I almost suffocated
.
Stroking her silky skin, I gently pinched her nipples. She let out a soft gasp.
I pinched and played with them with my index finger and thumb. I realized that girls' nipples were so big, like peanuts,
a little long, and the feel was different from breasts. I couldn't resist pinching one, and she immediately wrapped her arms around my
neck, her eyes closed.
I panicked a little and quickly asked if I had hurt her. She smiled slightly and shook her head, still with her eyes closed
, and whispered, "It feels good, keep going."
So I rubbed her breasts with my palms, pinching her nipples with my fingers, and my movements gradually became bolder, pushing her
nipples up and down, or pinching and gently pulling them outwards. I remember when I did that, she bit
her lip , her arms tightening around my neck…
I pinched her nipples, kissing her neck incessantly, and she moaned softly. Blood surged
through my brain, the whole world receded like a tide, leaving only our heartbeats.
I suddenly turned her around, pressing her against the wall, face to face. Her eyes were glazed, her
hair slightly disheveled. I unbuttoned her blouse, and a pair of fleshy mounds burst into view through her lifted vest.
Two pink nipples stood proudly erect, with a few fine hairs on the areolas.
I grabbed her breasts without hesitation. Her nipples peeked out from between my fingers. I pressed my index and middle fingers together and rubbed them
incessantly . The nipples rubbed against her areolas, and she let out a soft moan. Her hands
roamed around my waist, caressing my lower abdomen.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her hand touched my glans. Like a flash of cool lightning, I grabbed
her small hand and pressed it against my penis. Even through my pants, she slowly explored,
gradually taking hold of it.
Still not satisfied, I grabbed her hand again and quickly shoved it inside my underwear. Her small hand,
like a cool silken fabric, gently held my shaft, giving my burning erection a cooling sensation
.
A thick fluid oozed from my glans, smearing it on her wrist. A sudden, inexplicable urge surged through me. I gripped
her breasts tightly, lowered my head, and bit her nipple. She suppressed a gasp, then groaned
.
I used all my strength to suckle her pink nipple repeatedly, teasing it with my tongue between sucks
and biting hard on the areola with my teeth.
I suddenly lifted my head, biting her nipple, and she instinctively gripped my penis
tightly. I almost lost my mind, holding her hand, stroking my penis repeatedly until it ached. My other hand
continued knead her round breasts, while I lowered my head, sucking wildly on her nipple, letting out a beast-like
growl.
She gripped my shoulder tightly with her other hand, biting her lower lip, making a
sound . Her breasts exuded a strong fragrance, and I couldn't help but press my face against her right breast, feeling
its gentle warmth. Suddenly, a tingling sensation ran down my scalp, a twitch ran from my tailbone, and my penis trembled violently
. She instinctively tightened her grip on my penis, a suppressed spasm, as if from ancient times.
I ejaculated violently, spurting hot semen onto her hands. She was somewhat
flustered , but still held onto my penis tightly. A wave of intense pleasure washed
over me, and I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, my head resting heavily on her breasts, which I had squeezed until they were slightly red…
I can't remember how I got home that day. I lied, saying I had gone to help the teacher with some work. I didn't pay attention in class,
often sleeping, but I was a decent student, and apart from the strict English teacher, I was
quite familiar with the other teachers, so sometimes I would help them correct papers or something. My mother naturally believed me.
Until I went to sleep, the image of us being intimate was still vivid in my mind, hazy and indistinct. I did some exercises, but
I don't know if it was math or physics, whether I got them right or wrong, or even if I did them at all. I kept doubting
whether it had really happened; it all seemed too fast, too unreal.
I'm usually a respectable person, always deferential to girls, so why did I seem a little abnormal with her?
The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. In my hazy state, a bright moon hung in the sky outside the window, like a white jade plate with wisps of green silk
spreading out, like the green vines summoned by a druid…
When I opened my eyes again, it was already 7:20 AM. I was shocked and quickly grabbed another watch; it was still
7:20. I immediately jumped out of bed, pulled up my pants, dragged my schoolbag, and hopped downstairs,
speeding away on my bike amidst the shouts and curses of the old gatekeeper.
Luckily, I found chaos as soon as I entered the classroom. My political science teacher, who was also my homeroom teacher and was under 160cm tall, was yelling
at the top of his lungs, “You must obey the assignments! Get into your new seats right now!” The first class was political science; how could my homeroom
teacher be so stupid as to change seats so early in the morning? Of course, everyone was slacking off in an organized manner.
I looked at the new seating chart. What?
I turned and searched through the crowd. In the corner of the classroom, my first love, Fei, was smiling at me,
one hand on her hip, the other pointing to the seat next to her. Her white undershirt was faintly visible beneath her shirt, and my face
flushed instantly. I quickly walked over. "You didn't volunteer, did you?" She seemed to suddenly remember something,
her face also turning slightly red. She said, "What? The homeroom teacher said it's easier for two language arts representatives to sit together to collect homework;
it's a good thing. And if you're a good student, other students can sit in the front. Of course, if you can't see, you can apply to be moved forward."
So we became deskmates. I don't know what that means, but today when they collected the composition books, there was a very high stack of books on our
desks . I thought, "Now there are two desks..." No one knew Zishu was sleeping. I peeked at Fei,
only to find her reading a comic book, a faint smile playing on her lips, her fair cheeks flushed. I reached out and touched
her wrist; it felt smooth and delicate. She thought I wanted to hold her hand, so she held the comic book in one hand
and reached out the other without turning around. My hand froze in mid-air; her fingers were on my lower abdomen…
I was startled; her hand grasped nothing, and she blushed. At that moment, we were both somewhat
at a loss . The political class continued in its incredibly dull manner. I held Fei's hand… My hand rested on her thigh, feeling
the soft, boneless tenderness of her small hand. This tenderness was so familiar; the events of last night flashed before my eyes
. Unconsciously, my little brother began to stir.
I stole a glance at her, only to see her still holding a comic book, her eyes fixed on my
crotch . I froze, and she noticed my gaze. Our eyes met, both of us a little embarrassed. She bit her lower lip
, frowned, and pointed to the mound of blood in my pants. I grinned and shrugged, indicating that it was beyond my control
.
The teacher then asked a question, and someone unfortunately stood up to answer. I looked up and suddenly
gasped: she had playfully flicked my penis. It quickly swelled and hardened.
I sat in the last row, on the far right by the window, able to see the scenery outside the middle school building. She sat to my
left. Then she simply leaned down facing me, and with a pile of composition books in front of us, unless someone else stood
up , no one could see what we were doing.
This situation probably gave her the courage to be mischievous. After the first flick, she continued with a second, a third…
…She seemed quite interested, probably because each strike point was slightly different (the simple harmonic motion followed a
different ).
I looked at her, and she smiled back and made a face. She reached out and gently touched the top of the mountain,
as if stroking a child's head, and I gasped again. She noticed my action, seemed a little
puzzled, and tilted her head to the side, leaning on the table: "Does it hurt?" I smiled wryly, of course not. She said: "Let me see
."
As if she wanted to borrow my eraser. I widened my eyes; wasn't this a bit too absurd? Everyone around us was laughing…
Brainwashed, no one paid attention to what the two language arts representatives sitting at the back were doing.
I put my hand on the table, looking at her, unsure whether I should comfort her, but had I scared her
? This was really strange.
She stuck her tongue out at me, then reached out and grabbed my penis, saying, "It's so hot, you jerk." Her fair
fingers wrapped around my dark penis, giving a strong visual stimulation, but unfortunately, the others didn't get to see it,
haha.
She stroked my glans with her thumb, and I couldn't help but twitch. She frowned: "Dare to move?"
Then pulled hard, but unexpectedly found that I immediately became even harder.
Her face turned slightly red, and she laughed, saying, "You're exaggerating?" I nodded in agreement. She noticed a
crack , so she curiously pried it open with her fingers to take a look. Suddenly, her blood rushed to her head, and she pinched
the skin under the glans with her thumb and forefinger, gently stroking it up and down.
My expression at that moment must have been very complicated, but under the onslaught of the following waves of pleasure, I bit my lip and
stared wide-eyed at the energetic homeroom teacher lecturing. Although her movements weren't quite as good as mine, I
found it incredibly exciting.
Just then, the bell rang at the worst possible time, and everything was over immediately. The teacher rambled on until the very end,
and she responsibly shoved my unruly little brother inside. All morning, I was listless, my inner fire burning, my hands
constantly grabbing at the air like they were practicing eagle claw kung fu.
After four classes, everyone surged towards the cafeteria, the snack shops on the street, and some probably even went
to entertainment venues. The entire junior high building was deathly silent.
She and I stayed in the classroom, seemingly in perfect sync. She smiled proudly at me, and I
pulled around her waist, and kissed her cheek deeply. My hands unconsciously climbed up her waist, touching
her breasts. She squinted her eyes.
I gently squeezed them; they were so soft, and my penis hardened again. She noticed the small
peaks , and then, with renewed interest, pulled out my penis and began to play with it.
Gradually, her nipples hardened. I went from gently rubbing her breasts to pinching
and kneading her nipples, pulling her shirt tighter. A noticeable bulge appeared on her breast, strangely sexy. She was also constantly
stroking my penis. I said, "Hurry up."
She was very obedient. My breathing became heavy. I abandoned her nipples and roughly grabbed her
breasts kneading them, occasionally lowering my head to kiss her neck, cheeks, and lips. My
penis grew harder and harder. I pressed my hand, which had been supporting her back, against her neck and said, "Fei, help me,
suck me, okay?"
She pressed her face against mine and kissed me lightly: "No, what does it taste like?" I said, "Fei, I can't take it anymore, please help
me, just suck it." Unable to resist my pleading, she blushed, bent down, and first
tentatively licked my glans with her tongue. I let out a soft cry. Her tongue was exceptionally soft and
warm , like an electric current winding around my glans, striking my cerebral cortex.
As if she had made a great decision, she licked her lips and then, without hesitation, took my penis into her mouth
. It felt like entering a warm cave, a wet tongue swirling up and down, and my lower body involuntarily
arched upwards to allow my penis to penetrate further. I said, "Fei, like with your hand, quick, quick."
She then slowly began to move her tongue up and down, sometimes pressing against the head of my penis and gently flicking it,
as if she were licking open the slit, and some sticky fluid seemed to flow out and stick to the tip of her tongue. This obscene feeling
blinded me to everything around me; the cicadas chirping outside the window grew fainter and fainter.
Her little tiger teeth would inadvertently scrape my penis, and sometimes she would curiously suck on my glans
.
I looked down at her; her shoulder-length hair spread out in front of my eyes, and my dark pubic hair occasionally brushed against her slightly
flushed face. I trembled slightly with waves of pleasure, reached out and unbuttoned her blouse, pulled open her
cotton vest, and grabbed her two warm, large breasts, playing with them in rhythm with her movements, sometimes
pinching and rubbing her nipples hard.
Her mouth movements quickened, occasionally biting them. I gripped her breasts, pinching her
nipples . Finally, instinctively, I pulled down her breasts, thrusting my hips forward, my penis swelling, and I
ejaculated violently in her mouth. She stopped moving, taking my penis into her mouth.
My hand loosened, and I slumped back in the chair. She looked up, somewhat embarrassed, a few drops of semen still at the corner of her mouth. She smoothed
her hair behind her ear, smiling at me, her face flushed. I took out a tissue and wiped
the semen ; she carefully wiped my glans as well.
She pinched my leg and said, "You have so much stuff, it's all leaking out."
I suddenly remembered: "Huh? You...you swallowed it?"
She nodded: "Yeah, it tastes so-so, not much, just a bit fishy. You spat out
so much, I swallowed it without thinking.
" Wow, I was so touched. After tidying up, I hugged her for a long, long time. My girlfriend had come over earlier and was
drinking water from my cup. At noon, I made a cup of hot tea, and the lingering aroma from her cup filled
the air, a scent of happiness.
From then on, I looked forward to it every day, anticipating new experiences. But the workload in the third year of junior high
was getting heavier and heavier. We had tests every week, leaving no time for flirting, and naturally, we became more well-behaved in class
.
Sometime before the midterm in the second semester of the third year. That afternoon, during a class meeting, our homeroom teacher, who taught politics, went up to the podium and
announced the list of students who would be directly promoted to the next grade. Fei and I were on the list. We had done well in the three consecutive direct promotion exams this semester
, and we were somewhat prepared, but still very excited. From then on, we had nothing to do except collect homework
. The teacher warned us to study, but to hell with it, that idiot politics teacher.
The next day, class continued, this time it was math. The math teacher was a
young woman . She was incredibly good at math, short-haired, 160cm tall, with a healthy light brown complexion, a bit
thin, and a round, apple-shaped bust. She was very lively and would throw chalk at dozing
students ; I, of course, was hit countless times. I liked to brag to her when I had free time, so we became quite close. Yesterday,
when she found out I had been promoted directly to a higher level, she even asked me to treat her to a meal.
Fei and I pretended to sit properly, each holding a book. Sitting at the back, we weren't worried about disturbing others,
so neither of our books were actually textbooks. Wanqing looked at me and smiled, then continued explaining her strange problems, occasionally looking for...
I couldn't untie it myself, but that didn't matter anymore. I turned to look at Fei; she was reading comics. I stretched
, leaned back in my chair, still holding the book in my left hand, my right hand hanging naturally—from Wanqing's perspective
, of course, I was actually placing my hand on Fei's thigh.
Fei glanced at me, pouted, and continued reading. My hand rested on her skirt, slowly
moving the hem, touching her knee with my fingers. The weather was unusually hot, but her skin felt cool,
like touching a smooth crystal.
I removed my hand from her skirt and slipped it inside. Her skin was beautiful, supple
, and her thighs were very soft. As my hand moved upwards, her skirt was slightly lifted. I checked her reaction; she
knew I was watching her, stuck out her tongue, and then focused on her comics again.
I felt a surge of satisfaction. Fei didn't object, so I continued my exploration. Her skirt had risen quite a bit, and my fingers
suddenly touched fabric—her panties. She seemed oblivious, leaning over the table, her hands
pressed against the book, and continued reading. I moved along the edge of her panties, reaching between her legs. Everything was soft,
yet very elastic.
My hand was now on her lower abdomen, on the outer side. Her skirt was still obediently covering her thighs
, while mine was sexyly lifted to her waist, revealing the edge of her panties. She buried her face
, as if dozing off. I became bolder, my fingers touching between her legs. Her legs were slightly open,
just enough for my middle and index fingers to fit in the middle.
I gently stroked upwards, feeling the pressure on her pubic hair beneath my fingers, making a soft
sound. I stroked her from top to bottom and then from bottom to top again and again. My lower body began to
arouse , my penis pressing against the desk. After playing for a while, I greedily wanted to put my hand inside. So I used my middle finger
to lift the inside of her panties, and I looked down. Her pubic hair was exposed, somewhat shiny.
Suddenly, she reached out, her head still buried, and grabbed my penis hard. Instead, I found it
incredibly pleasurable. I immediately slipped my index and middle fingers inside her panties. The first sensation was warmth and wetness. My
middle finger rested on her labia, soft and sticky at the tip, the surrounding pubic hair feeling
like cotton padding my hand.
I moved my middle finger downwards, trying to stay close to the bottom of her labia, slowly pulling it up. With a slight
push , her labia parted slightly, enveloping my finger. I continued moving upwards, feeling her labia gradually
close. I lifted my finger, touching the upper edge of her labia, feeling a small protrusion.
Fei's body suddenly trembled, and she reached out again. I was wearing sweatpants that day, and wanting to
startle , I gently pulled away, my right hand quickly pulling down my pants and underwear,
my penis sprang out, angrily pointing at the ceiling. Fei's hand reached out just in time and grabbed it.
The cicadas outside were chirping loudly, but I shuddered. Her delicate hand, holding my penis, froze, probably
startled.
Wanqing was still calmly explaining her math problems on the podium. All the students were watching her, and since we
were at the back of the class, there was no one else in the same row, so they didn't see our exciting scene: I lifted
Fei's skirt and slipped my hand inside her panties. A wisp of pubic hair peeked out from the edge. I pulled down
my pants, and Fei reached out her right hand and grasped my penis, which seemed to be throbbing.
Like a scene from a pornographic DVD I'd seen at Tang Pangzi's place, I gently stroked Fei's clitoris, sometimes circling
it. I glanced at Tang Pangzi; he was in the middle of the front row, looking at a book filled with Japanese writing
. This guy got promoted but still lives such a stressful life, learning Japanese just to play video games.
As I gently played with Fei's clitoris, I watched her. Although her head was down, I could still see her
face was slightly flushed, a beautiful rosy pink. Her hand retaliated by stroking my penis up and down.
My breathing became labored, but my fingers remained dedicated. I made a few turns, then gently pressed her
clitoris . Sometimes I would stick my middle finger to her labia, dab some of the clitoral fluid on it, and smear it on her clitoris
. My ring finger and thumb would constantly stroke her pubic hair, making a rustling sound.
After a while, I moved back to above her clitoris. There was a fold of skin above her clitoris, like a foreskin
covering it. I pinched her clitoral foreskin and rubbed it repeatedly. Her clitoris
bounced , and she let out a soft moan, "Mmm..."
Fortunately, Wanqing's voice was louder, and no one heard Fei's moan. After a while, Fei suddenly intensified
her movements, gripping my penis tightly and stroking it forcefully. My penis throbbed and
grew harder and harder.
I straightened my back and stretched my legs as much as possible. Glistening clitoral fluid flowed from the glans. I also quickened my
movements, alternating between my two fingers, rapidly pulling at her vulva. Her clitoris... Through her pulled-back panties, I could see her
pink labia secreting a lot of sticky fluid, some of it sticking to her pubic hair.
Her grip tightened, as if she wanted to crush my penis; I felt a little pain from her pinching, but the
stimulation excited me immensely. I gritted my teeth, pulled out a tissue, covered my glans, and quickened
my movements with my left hand, intensely stimulating her clitoris. Two dark marks appeared on her bra; I knew her
nipples were hardening too.
Looking at her wet labia, a chill ran down my spine . My penis twitched violently, then began
to spasm intensely. Fei gripped my foreskin even more tightly, scraping the underside of my penis with her thumb, helping to
squeeze out large gushes of semen. My spasms slowed, and the purplish glans ejaculated the last stream of semen.
Fei's hand continued to grip my penis tightly, following the rhythm of my manipulation of her clitoris.
Suddenly, her hand stopped moving, instead grasping my penis, her hand trembling. My movements quickened
, and she abruptly pulled her hand away, pressing my fingers against her labia. A surge of… Hot,
sticky, and warm vaginal fluid splashed onto my hands. I glanced at the podium; Wanqing had turned away to write something. So I
reached out and grabbed Fei's breast, squeezing it so tightly it was almost deformed, then quickly pinched and tugged at her two
hard nipples. She turned her head, which had been lowered, and smiled at me, her face flushed…
A wonderful day ended. Fei went home first, and I went to the office to get the homework. Only Wanqing was there. I
smiled and said, "Hey beautiful, aren't you leaving yet?" while flipping through the homework notebooks on the Chinese teacher's desk. Wanqing's face suddenly turned red.
"You little rascal, don't bother me. I'm on duty supervising your class's evening self-study tonight." I looked up
: "Really? Good thing I don't have to do evening self-study." Saying this, I picked up a large stack of composition books to take back to the classroom. Passing her
desk, I noticed she was wearing a white, sleeveless dress that hugged her firm little bottom. The dress was
a light brown, and I think her nipples were the same color. Oh dear, Fei has really stirred my lust today
.
A thought struck me, and I leaned closer, resting my chin on her shoulder and nuzzling her short hair: "What are you doing
?" Her face flushed again: "Go away, go play with your deskmate."
Feeling awkward, I slunk out of the office. Suddenly, I felt something was off, and my heart
started pounding . This Wanqing, although she's my teacher, we usually hang out a lot. I've never treated
her like a teacher, and she's never acted like this before—blushing whenever I touched her. The strangest thing was, she even told
me to go play with my deskmate… Could she have seen what happened today?
I couldn't help but feel nervous. I thought about it for a while; she hadn't really looked at me much during class. How could that be ?
Anyway, I couldn't figure it out, so I didn't think much of it. After handing out the homework, Fatty Tang came over and dragged me to his house to study
for the postgraduate entrance exam in politics. So annoying!!! I've only managed a few pages all night, I'm going to die!
I kept thinking about what Wanqing said that day, so I didn't dare be too arrogant in class, especially during her class.
But I didn't tell Fei about what happened that day, lest I scare her into never touching her at school again. Am I being a little
naughty? Hehe.
It was summer, after all, and Fei was dressed sexily. Everyone was supposed to be in school uniforms, but since they were direct-entry students, nobody
really cared. So today, Fei wore her own white shirt and a light blue skirt that just covered her knees. Fei's shirt
seemed to be three-dimensionally tailored, quite narrow at the waist, and the chest area was often a little tight and wrinkled. The short sleeves
just revealed her fair elbows. I really liked seeing her in this outfit.
When she first came in, she said it was a little tight above the waist. I reached out and held her side, my thumb just below her breast
. I smiled and secretly used my thumb to support her breast, saying, "Is it tight here?" "She said yes, a little nervously
. I suddenly remembered we were in the classroom. Was this going a bit too far? I was about to let go when I saw
a dark mark on her breast, visible through her somewhat transparent bra. This little woman, why
is she getting excited? I swallowed hard, trying to avoid looking at her aroused breasts.
I fell asleep during math class. Finally, I could get a peaceful sleep, right? I was dreaming of playing a
hero fighting monsters when I was suddenly hit on the head with a stick. I was about to unleash my full power when Fei shook me awake...
I looked up and saw Fatty Tang looking back at me with smug satisfaction, and Wanqing looking at me arrogantly from the podium. Now I
was going to get a piece of chalk from her???!!! I sighed my bad luck. The consequence of getting too close to the teacher is that she often
uses you as an example to warn others, because you're unlikely to turn against her... I forced myself to stay awake and read on. " "It's a novel." Fei covered her mouth and chuckled
mischievously, watching her innocent-looking boy again.
It was self-study period. I was slowly scraping my ice cream with a spoon, everyone was writing furiously, doing all sorts of exercises. Tang
the Fat was also writing furiously, but I bet he was writing something that would make even boys blush. Suddenly overcome with lust
, I put down my ice cream, grabbed Fei, and pulled her onto my lap. Fei put down her book, smiled,
closed her eyes and lay on top of me.
I placed my hands on her tight shirt, gently kneading her breasts. I grasped one in my palm, pinching her still-small nipple between
my index and middle fingers, feeling it slowly harden. I looked around; everyone was
focused. So I tiptoed and unbuttoned a few buttons on Fei's shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, but a very
elastic tank top. I gently lifted it up, revealing two white breasts... My breasts throbbed.
I loved Fei's nipples the most; her areolas were pink with a few soft hairs around them. Seeing these hairs always
excited me. I couldn't resist, so I lowered my head and licked her areola with my tongue, teasing the hairs with the tip
. Fei's face flushed red. She bit her lower lip but made no other move. Her left nipple, which
hadn't hardened at first, slowly turned red after I licked it. The once pink nipple slowly, little by little,
hardened, growing larger and larger, like a penis. Now, Fei's two white, alabaster breasts were adorned with erect, red
nipples, about the size of peanuts, resembling budding white lotus flowers with pink tips
.
I gently touched Fei's breasts, deliberately avoiding her nipples. Her breasts were very elastic. I grasped
one, applied a little pressure, and then released it, leaving a red... The red mark
faded . My penis pressed hard against her back, and a wave of dizziness washed over me. I looked down: I want to fuck you. She smiled,
still with her eyes closed: You want to die? You're crazy! Her nipples, which I hadn't touched, slowly softened
and turned back into pink little beans. I couldn't resist any longer and bit down on her nipple. She
let out a soft "mmm." Her little nipple swelled rapidly on my tongue. I flicked her nipple with my tongue
, and a milky fragrance wafted from between her breasts. I couldn't help but start sucking hard. Fei frowned, but there was a slight smile
on her lips . I pulled out and started circling her nipple with my tongue. Suddenly,
I bit down on her nipple with my teeth. With a forceful bite, she clenched her fist. Tonight, I belong to you. Behold my beastly
madness!
(The End)

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