I like to play at school

One evening, we met on the top floor of the school library, a place rarely visited and usually dark. He lifted me and sat me on the windowsill. He was about my height. He slowly spread my legs with his hands, and I was so nervous. Although he had touched my breasts outside my clothes before, I had never spread my legs in front of him before. I knew he couldn't do anything too outrageous here. But I still resisted, because even though you can't see anything through your pants, it's such a lewd thing for a girl to spread her legs in front of a man. Seeing my reluctance, he released me and kissed me. I couldn't resist his kiss. As he kissed me, his hands began to slide from my waist to my breasts, and then he grasped my breasts. He started kneading them, both breasts being kneaded at the same time, and my whole body went wild again. I kept asking for kisses, wishing I could put his tongue in my mouth. Ahhhhhhh, I can't take it anymore! My nipples swelled up under this stimulation, protruding from the surface of my clothes. As he kneaded, he felt my nipples, pinching and grinding them with his thumbs, index fingers, and middle fingers. The sensation completely overwhelmed me. "Ahhhhh!" I cried, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him passionately, panting heavily, my eyes glazed over. "Ahhhhh!" I tried to suppress my moans, afraid of being heard. Then, he parted my legs wide, and I couldn't resist his strength. He released my breasts and pulled me closer, his arms around my waist. Our lower bodies pressed tightly together. I felt something hard pressing against my genitals; I knew it was his penis, pressing against my genitals. He was rubbing against me incessantly. I was already soaking wet, and the lubrication from my vagina and the friction of my underwear sent waves of pleasure through my body. I unconsciously responded to his movements and friction. Soon, someone arrived—a school administrator. We quickly separated. He asked us what we were doing there. We weren't sure if he'd seen us earlier, so we gave him a few vague answers and quickly left. I was terrified; what if I got expelled from school?

Time flew by, and we got along incredibly well. I loved this man who gave me security, love, and joy. Although neither of us came from wealthy families, this mutual comfort made me incredibly happy. I gradually forgot the shadows my family had cast over me. I stopped crying; I had someone to rely on, I had my own man.

One Saturday, I went to his school. He took me to an empty classroom and sat me in the last row. We chatted happily. Because it was lunchtime, I was a little sleepy, so I said I'd rest for a bit.

He quietly watched over me. After a while, he placed his hands on my waist, and his fingers slipped inside, touching my skin. I was nervous, but I didn't resist. His hand slowly moved upwards, touching my large breasts. After a moment, he lifted my bra from below. My breasts were particularly large, and the bra was loose, so both breasts were exposed, and he held them in his hands. My body reacted again. My breasts were truly in his hands, and he gently kneaded them, as if he had obtained two treasures. I enjoyed this feeling, and my vagina became wet again. Suddenly, tears streamed down my face. I thought, this man is everything to me now. I deeply like him, love him, and crave his touch. He saw that I was crying and apologized,

saying I shouldn't have acted that way. I threw myself into his arms and cried again. But I knew that my tears were tears of happiness; I had found my safe haven.

Days passed happily. This man gave me a lot of emotional support, and I truly fell in love with him.

From the moment he reached into my bra and touched my breasts, my breasts no longer belonged to me alone. Every time we met, he would touch me, even knead my breasts. His fingers would sometimes knead forcefully, sometimes specifically pinching my nipples. For a naive girl like me, this stimulation, both shy and intense, made me lose myself. I thrust my breasts forward, hoping he would knead them, then we would kiss passionately. After every date, my underwear would be soaked.

One evening, around 8 pm, it was already dark, and we sat on a bench in the school's grove. There was a bench every 20 meters or so, and at night it was always occupied by couples, all kissing and caressing. I could see other boys reaching under girls' clothes to touch their breasts. Some girls even seemed to be touching boys' crotches. Seeing all this made me very nervous. Thankfully, he wasn't that bad. That day, he took off his jacket and covered us both. Then, he kissed me, kissing my lips repeatedly, sometimes licking them with his tongue. Every time this happened, I couldn't resist. I craved his lips and tongue. I opened my mouth to welcome his tongue, but he seemed to be teasing me. He had barely touched my tongue before he pulled away, and I was anxious, pressing my lips tightly against his, my tongue yearning for his. Sometimes he would kiss me forcefully, his tongue plunging into my mouth, swirling quickly and powerfully. At that moment, I felt lost and disoriented, trembling, begging for his hand, "Give it to me, give it to me!"

Simultaneously, his right hand slipped inside my clothes, caressing my lower abdomen so gently. I trembled with nervousness, my mouth constantly pleading for kisses, hoping his hand would move upwards. But he seemed to deliberately delay. His hand slowly moved to my waist, caressing it. My entire body was sensitive from his kisses; his touch made my breath quicken. Then he began to caress upwards from my waist, all the way to my armpits, then back and forth. My legs tightened and rubbed together under the stimulation, fluid continuously flowing out. "Ahhhhhh!" I moaned, suppressing my groans. He unhooked my bra from behind and lifted it up, my breasts popping out completely unrestrained. He kneaded them vigorously, switching between breasts.

Without the bra, his hands moved rapidly between my breasts and nipples, sometimes pinching hard, sometimes lifting them from underneath, making them protrude like milk. My legs clamped tighter, the friction increased, and more fluid flowed. Suddenly, he lifted my t-shirt all the way up to my breasts. If it weren't for his outer garment, my large breasts would have been completely exposed. Before I could react, he moved his lips away and buried his face in my chest, taking my breast into his mouth. Ahhhhhh! What's happening? I can't take it anymore! He not only took my nipple but also part of my breast, sucking greedily and forcefully. I was used to him touching my breasts; I didn't think much of it, just that this was how boyfriends and girlfriends should do it. But his suckling of my breasts exceeded my expectations; shame made me so nervous I could hardly breathe. Yet, the thrill of being violated was irresistible. His tongue, mixed with his saliva, forcefully teased my nipples, sending jolts of electricity through my breasts, pounding my brain and lower body. My whole body trembled; what had been building up inside me exploded in an instant. My lower body and stomach spasmed, releasing an unknown amount of fluid, flowing freely. I collapsed into his arms, my body trembling. He cupped my breasts with one hand and held me tightly with his other arm.

I had orgasmed in his arms more than once. But this time, he must have felt the intensity. I'm not a slutty girl; I believe any girl would be irresistibly drawn to this kind of teasing, especially from this man who was both a stranger and a familiar face.

From then on, he kneaded and suckled my breasts countless times, and I enjoyed this intense stimulation. I couldn't resist the temptation, and I craved his fondling and suckling like a demon. My breasts changed day by day; they swelled and grew much larger. The originally pink areolas and nipples darkened. Every time I went to the public bathhouse and looked down at my breasts, I felt extremely embarrassed, afraid that others would see them, because they might know that these were breasts that had been ravaged countless times, played with by men.

[The End]

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