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My name is Mao Mao.
This name used to make me very self-conscious; I always felt it should be the name of a dog or a cat.
I asked my parents why they gave me this name.
My father's answer was: because your grandfather respected Chairman Mao the most, so he named you "Mao Mao." My mother's answer made me both laugh and cry: because when I was pregnant with you, I loved reading "Sanmao the Vagabond," so I felt it was more endearing to call you Mao Mao.
My body and hair are gifts from my parents, so it seems I can't change this name; I can only endure it!
My name makes me very self-conscious. In fact, when girls call me by my name, I always feel like they're mocking me, so I distance myself from my classmates more and more, preferring to immerse myself in my own little corner.
Masturbation is my biggest secret. Ever since I read a pornographic magazine called "Dragon Tiger Leopard" in the second year of junior high school, I've been unable to resist and have learned to masturbate without any instruction. It's become an uncontrollable habit; I masturbate several times a week, otherwise I feel uncomfortable all over. This habit persisted until I entered high school. A girl, or perhaps a woman, named Manman, transformed me from a boy into a man, and I gradually developed a stronger liking for a woman's genitals than for my own hands.
I wasn't a good student, but I wasn't a mischievous child. I just liked to secretly sit in a corner and peek at the girls, women, and beautiful teachers around me.
I liked to look at their full breasts, to discern whether they had one or two nipples; I liked to look at their buttocks, to discern the marks left by their underwear, and to guess what color underwear each girl was wearing; I liked to peek at the beautiful chemistry teacher, to stare between her legs, to ponder what lay beneath the slight bulge where her legs met; I liked to secretly smell the long hair of the girl in front of me, to enjoy the faint scent of shampoo... "Hey, what are you doing, blushing all over?" I turned around and saw a girl with a beautiful face but sharp, venomous eyes. She was my deskmate, a mixed-race girl named Manman.
Manman was a very pretty girl. She wasn't very tall, but she had a slim waist, a large bottom, and a large bust. She was lively and straightforward, often speaking candidly about topics like democracy and freedom, which was likely related to her American mother.
Compared to children her age, Manman was quite precocious. Compared to the shy girls in her class, Manman clearly knew how to display her charm. She possessed a certain allure that only mature women lacked in young girls. Her every move was natural and elegant. As her deskmate, with her unique advantages, I learned a lot from her that I couldn't learn in the classroom.
You could say she was the focus of attention for all the boys in our class, and even the whole school.
I loved to peek at girls, but I dared not peek at Manman. Whenever I was caught peeking at her, Manman wouldn't blush and blush like other girls; instead, she would stand tall and composed, seemingly enjoying my peeping. Despite her beauty, her righteous and fearless demeanor made me even more hesitant to steal glances at Manman.
I'd heard that many boys groveled under her short skirt, hoping to lick the tips of her shoes or even kiss their tongues. For example, there was Feng, the bookish guy who often showed off by listing novels using common dictionary characters; Long, the pseudo-rich second-generation who frequently drove an Alto with an Audi emblem on weekends; Niu, the effeminate guy with a refined air but a penchant for uniform fetishes; and so on… In my eyes, or rather, in ours, Manman was definitely a goddess or queen. For a time, I devoted myself to studying the difference between a goddess and a queen, and eventually, I even gained some insights. Some people derive pleasure from conquering goddesses, while others find joy in being conquered by them. Which category did Manman belong to? Perhaps many wanted to conquer her, while others hoped to be conquered by her. Perhaps Manman herself wanted to conquer many people, and at the same time, be conquered by someone.
"Mao Mao, what are you thinking about? You're grinning mischievously." Manman looked at me strangely, her smile as bright as a flower.
"No, nothing, I was... thinking about something..." "Nonsense, I saw it all. Just now before school ended, when you were staring at the teacher's crotch and chest, you were all red-faced and didn't even blink..." "You...you, nonsense...why would I look at the teacher there..." "Still talking nonsense? Look at your crotch." Manman grinned mischievously.
"Ah..." I looked down and saw a large tent bulging in my soft school uniform pants. I quickly closed my legs and pressed my hands against my lower body. The thought that Manman had seen all of this made my face flush red, or even redder.
"Hey, Mao Mao, don't be nervous..." "..." "Don't be shy, I've observed it. Every time you're engrossed in peeking at a girl, you get a big tent up down there, hehe..." "..." "It must be painful to see you like this now..." "..." "Mao Mao, how often do you masturbate..." "..." My face turned even redder, and I felt hot all over. I didn't know how to respond to her unwarranted accusation. How could she ask so directly? I'm still a virgin!
"Ah, I mean masturbation. Don't you guys do it all the time? How often do you do it?" "Who told you that? I don't do... that kind of thing..." I protested, glancing sideways at Manman, not daring to look into her sharp eyes. My biggest secret was as transparent as a blank sheet of paper in front of Manman, which terrified me.
But Manman kept pressing me with questions, and I could even feel waves of heat emanating from her, warming my exposed hands, cheeks, ears, and the hot rod between my legs.
Bathed in this warm, intense, and aggressive microcosm, my already hot body seemed to grow even hotter. What a powerful microcosm!
"Don't listen, I saw it with my own eyes..." "Ah..." I stared in surprise at Manman's face so close to mine, my mind racing: I always masturbate in my own room or in a school bathroom with a door, so no one can see me. How did Manman know? My eyes darted around, completely baffled.
"One time you came back from the bathroom, and I saw a lot of sticky stuff on your pants, hehe, Mao Mao, don't be embarrassed..." Manman said, moving even closer to me, one of her hands pressing against my thigh.
I was completely unprepared for this. Having my secret exposed by a girl made me incredibly ashamed; my face was burning red. I even considered running away from the classroom, but obviously, I couldn't escape. Under Manman's tyranny, I felt weak and my hands trembled.
Instinctively, I tried to push away Manman's hand on my thigh, but as soon as my weak, excited hand touched hers, she reached further in. That delicate hand, which should have been used for playing the piano or flute, drew a perfect arc on her school uniform pants, deftly grasping my erect penis with a few fingers.
The smoothness of the trajectory, the fluidity of the movement, the fullness of the curve mirrored the firm, burgeoning breasts beneath Manman's school uniform. Immediately afterwards, I felt the tip of my penis, the glans, go soft. That enchanting hand was already gently grasping my glans through my pants, gently kneading it, sometimes tightly holding its hardness in her palm, sometimes lightly brushing it like a feather.
In an instant, it felt as if an electric current traveled up my penis and through my entire body. I felt weak all over, afraid to breathe, with only my penis still hard. My hand was meant to push Manman's hand away, but it looked as if I was pulling Manman's hand to hold my hard penis in my crotch.
The beautiful and charming Manman has always been my first choice for fantasies during masturbation. This intimate situation has occurred countless times during my masturbation or wet dreams. However, when this living, breathing Manman actually grabbed my penis herself, I was quite suspicious. This was clearly impossible. Why would Manman ignore all those prince charmings and frogs and choose to tease and flirt with me, this insignificant toad? Was I having another wet dream?
My penis twitched almost instinctively, the glans hardening, involuntarily thrusting in Manman's soft, delicate hand—such an intoxicating feeling.
"No…" I looked at Manman in a panic, at a loss. I had heard many stories of Manman's romantic escapades, but I never expected her to be so bold as to openly grab my penis in the classroom.
"Don't move, Mao Mao, tell me quickly, what does it feel like when you masturbate?" I nervously looked around. There was a wall behind me, a wall to my left, the classroom was empty, and there was no one in front, behind, left,
or right. The corridor was quiet, and it seemed like no one was there either. I decided to just go for it. Since ancient times, no one has escaped death. A real man, with a three-foot sword at his waist, should ride a woman and sweep across the world. Whether she's a goddess or a queen, in the end, she's still a woman… I tried my best to answer Manman in a calmer and more composed tone, but obviously, my efforts were no match for the unpredictable stimulation of Manman's enchanting hands. I even vaguely felt my previously trembling hands gripping the table tightly, my body involuntarily arching, my toes stretching forward, my legs forming a straight split.
"Ah…it feels so good…" I didn't know if I was answering Manman's question or if it was actually very comfortable.
"I know you're always peeking at me, do you like me?" "Ah... I like you..." I firmly believe that a man who doesn't like beautiful women isn't a man.
"When you masturbate, do you think about me...?" "Yes... I'm thinking about you while... masturbating..." "Are my breasts big?" "Big..." "Want to see them?" "Yes..." "Want to touch them?" "Yes..." "I won't let you see them, I won't let you touch them, I'll make you anxious..." "..." Hearing Manman's words, I felt quite disappointed.
"But I can touch you..." Suddenly, Manman's hand went straight into my pants, past my underwear, and directly grabbed my already rock-hard penis. And then he began to gently and forcefully caress that southern border, and I involuntarily closed my eyes to enjoy it. Suddenly, a scene flashed into my mind, clearly the alluring goddess Suihua giving the male actor a handjob in the erotic film I had secretly watched last night. Her beautiful and elegant hand moved across the male actor's penis, sometimes in a spiral motion, sometimes in a diving motion... Suddenly, I felt a tickle on my earlobe. I looked closely and felt a wet, warm, soft, and playful tongue licking my ear and the base of my ear, accompanied by a soft, warm breath. A soft, slightly trembling voice came through… “Mao Mao, your cock is thick and hard, I like it…” “Ah…” I groaned involuntarily, panting, my mind a mess, all sorts of incredibly lewd images gushing out, sometimes it was Nan Jia gently licking Uehara Takako’s beautiful pussy, sometimes it was Aoi Sora riding passionately on the chocolate man, sometimes it was Nishino Sho kissing the actor’s thick cock with her rosy, seductive lips… For a long, long time, the cool, wet feeling in my crotch brought me back from my reverie.
Manman was nowhere to be seen.
I didn't have time to think. My crotch was sticky and wet, incredibly uncomfortable. I frantically rummaged through my bag for some tissues, wiped myself haphazardly, and then, seeing no one around, tossed the tissues, now soaked with the slightly fishy-smelling liquid, near my classmate Feng's desk next door. Whistling, I strode away… Looks like I really was having another erotic dream, and a daydream at that… But there was a peculiar scent on my hands, almost like Manman's. Looks like I wasn't dreaming. But Manman, is that even possible?

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