The scumbags on campus

Zhang Dongfang was my classmate in the third year of junior high school, and she sat in front of me.

She developed very early; she was already quite voluptuous, with rounded shoulders and a plump, shapely bottom. She wore a pure white, semi-transparent gauze dress, revealing half of her thighs. When she sat on the stool, with one foot resting on the stool's support, the top of her thighs was vaguely visible. At the top of her flesh-colored stockings, a tiny glimpse of her light pink panties peeked out, fueling endless fantasies.

Her lips were thin and slightly upturned, and she always had an arrogant expression. This was understandable; her family was wealthy, and she dressed fashionably at school, making us greenhorn boys' hearts race. The way she walked also exuded a noble air. Although she was only sixteen or seventeen at the time, Zhang Dongfang already possessed a captivating charm. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her eyes were bright and clear, making her very attractive.

What captivated me most were her pair of white, delicate, and elegant feet. In the sweltering summer, she liked to wear flesh-colored stockings, over which she wore white ankle socks with computer-printed jacquard patterns on the cuffs, and on slightly high-heeled open-toed sandals. She was so beautiful it was almost blinding, making one want to prostrate oneself at her feet. Especially at sunset, after walking a long way and her feet were sweaty, perhaps a little hot, she would sit on the steps, take off her shoes, and let her feet air out in the summer breeze. When her ten toes in the white cotton socks were slightly damp and discolored, and her toes occasionally twitched, it made one want to go crazy and kiss and smell those feet. Zhang Dongfang had typical sweaty feet. During PE class, her feet would be completely soaked in sweat, and she liked to sit in her seat, gently fanning the sweat from her pretty face, taking off her sandals, and wiggling her toes to let them breathe—I sat behind her, and every time I watched, I was completely mesmerized.

During class, I was also absent-minded, my eyes wandering over her, from her hair to her toes, often fantasizing about hugging her. She often did two things during class: one was to cross her legs, her beautiful feet swinging restlessly up and down, each swing sending shivers down my spine; the other was to tap her heels on her toes, her heels vibrating rapidly and rhythmically. Seeing this, I always fantasized about bringing my tongue and lips close to those fragrant heels.

I thought Zhang Dongfang was the embodiment of beauty; she was like a lotus flower, no, even more beautiful than the lotus flowers in the pond in the center of the school, exuding a refreshing fragrance in the night.

In the second half of my third year of junior high, I can't say exactly when, and I don't know why, Zhang Dongfang discovered my infatuation with her.

One Saturday afternoon after school, it was her turn to clean, and just before school ended, Zhang Dongfang said to me, "Could you help me with some chores tonight? I'm not feeling well today." Of course, I accepted as a royal decree, meekly agreeing. But after school, I started sweeping, while she sat motionless in her seat. All the other students had left, and only she and I remained in the classroom; it was getting late. When I reached her seat, she was still sitting, stretching her feet out in front of me and saying, "My feet are so tired, so hot..." I was completely flustered. She chuckled and said, "Kneel down!" As if possessed, I knelt down. She twisted her toes and, unexpectedly, lightly kicked my mouth with the sole of her shoe, then burst into laughter. My heart was pounding... She said, "Have you been secretly looking at my feet every day? Tell me the truth!" I froze for a moment, staring at Zhang Dongfang's charming, smiling face, completely at a loss for words, my face turning bright red. She said, "What's so interesting about my feet?" I said, "Your feet smell wonderful, they're beautiful..." "Hahaha, nonsense! I have sweaty feet, they sweat every day, it's so annoying!"—She continued to laugh at me. I quickly said, "Impossible! Your feet smell wonderful, more fragrant than flowers!" Zhang Dongfang laughed heartily, "Really? You really think so? —Why don't you... smell my feet?" I could hardly believe my ears. Those words, spoken amidst her silvery laughter, sounded like heavenly music, like a piece of happiness falling from the sky and landing on my head! I also could hardly believe my eyes, because while I was still dazed by this sudden surge of happiness, the voluptuous, youthful, beautiful, and precocious Miss Dongfang had already taken off her sandals, her small, sweat-soaked feet slowly approaching my face—and at that moment, her face, ah, was charmingly smiling, her eyes alluring, truly intoxicating… The instant my lowly and ugly face (compared to Miss Dongfang's noble feet, what else dares to call itself noble and beautiful?) approached the soles of her beautiful feet… I truly felt my soul leave my body, and was carried to a fairyland by a flock of harmonious divine birds and singing angels. My soul lingered in this fairyland, reluctant to leave; so much so that my body, devoid of soul, could not control itself. My trembling hands tightly and carefully held Zhang Dongfang's feet, burying my face deep within them. Ah, that was the sacred source exuding the fragrance of lotus blossoms! I breathed deeply, and I opened my foolish and clumsy mouth wide, sucking on her toes, drawing out the noble and refreshing nectar contained within the long stockings and white socks! Just as my filthy body was enjoying the most blissful baptism in the world, "Ouch, you bit me!" Zhang Dongfang's sweet moan brought my wandering soul back to its senses. My body and soul became one, and I emerged from this blissful bath... I quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." Zhang Dongfang gracefully twisted her toes, pouting as she put on her shoes, and said, "Does it stink? __&" I hurriedly replied, "No! It smells wonderful, your feet are the most fragrant and beautiful in the world—better than anything else! Really!" Zhang Dongfang couldn't help but laugh, "Then from now on, you'll help me get rid of my foot odor, okay?" "Yes, yes! I'd love to!" "Alright, it's getting dark, I should go, bye~" Zhang Dongfang left her seat and gracefully walked out of the classroom. I stood blankly beside her seat, then knelt down in front of the seat she had sat in, closed my eyes, and stuck out my tongue to lick her seat—that was the seat Miss Dongfang sat in every day. I bent down again to smell the ground she had stepped on; a faint fragrance still lingered… Li Jing came out and saw me, sneered, and said, “Very obedient, huh?” I smiled obsequiously, bowing my head, not daring to say anything. Li Jing turned and walked towards the women’s restroom. I stood still. She took two steps, tossed her hair, and suddenly turned back, saying, “Idiot, what are you standing there for? Come with me!” I meekly replied, “Yes, yes, yes…” I practically scrambled after Li Jing like a dog. By the time we reached the women's restroom, it was getting dark. Before Li Jing could speak, my shameless self immediately knelt down, pleading, "Please, Master, forgive me! I didn't mean it! Please, Master, spare my life!" Li Jing chuckled, a rare girlish innocence and beauty flashing across her charming face. "Fool, what happened this afternoon... I admit I went a bit too far, but you shouldn't have offended me when I was in a bad mood," she slowly turned around. "You've given me a chance to vent my frustrations, but—I'm not done yet!" Before she finished speaking, I was kicked hard in the back, sending me sprawling face-first into the women's restroom. Li Jing followed me in, casually closing the door behind her. "I'm going to continue venting, hehe, using you as a punching bag. I'll kill you today—who told you to provoke me at this time?" My heart raced; I couldn't believe it was real. The blissful scenario I'd dreamed of countless times in my mind had actually come true! I gasped for breath and said, "Master, I'm willing. Please vent your desires on me. I'll do whatever you want with me. I'm willing to be your dog, to be played with as you please. As long as it makes you smile, as long as you're happy, I'd be willing to kill you."

Li Jing laughed and said, "That's good, you slut. I've never seen such a lowly bastard. I'll definitely have some fun with you today!" I couldn't wait any longer. Like a homeless, hungry dog, I crawled towards Li Jing's feet, my hands trembling as I approached her black, cold, and elegant high heels. Li Jing took the opportunity to lift her foot and step on the back of my hand, slowly grinding it. I was sweating profusely from the pain, but I was also groaning with happiness, because being stepped on by the holy feet of my noble and beautiful mistress, the goddess Miss Li Jing, was a blessing I had accumulated over several lifetimes. After stomping on me for about two minutes, this method was no longer enough for Li Jing. She went berserk and started kicking my stomach and head wildly, cursing "Idiot, fuck your mother" as she stomped and kicked. I was in excruciating pain. To please my noble and holy mistress, I even endured the pain and imitated the movements and sounds of a dog, groaning and fawning like a dog, so that Li Jing would feel that she was not playing with a human being, but a dog even more despicable than her excrement... In the dim light, I caught a glimpse of Li Jing's beautiful face and noble figure. I thought that even if she killed me, it would be worth it. At that moment, my lower body spasmed, and I ejaculated uncontrollably.

Just as Li Jing was about to proceed, she heard a knock at the door and someone outside say, "Who the hell is so crazy as to lock the door when they go to the bathroom!"—The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it. Li Jing walked to the door, her light, flowing heels clicking beautifully, and unlocked it. It was then that she suddenly realized it was the girl who had bumped into her earlier! "Wenwen, why aren't you home yet?" "Ah, Li Jing, it's you! Why are you in the bathroom with the door closed? By the way, how's that guy from today…?" "Shh, he's in there." —She thought, "This is it, they know each other, and they sound like they're close." "Ah?! He—in there—in the women's restroom?"… She heard Li Jing talking as she walked in with the girl named Wenwen. "This guy's a pervert…" "What pervert…" "Don't ask, come closer and you'll find out…" Wenwen called out as she reached her. A voice cried out, "What are you doing here? Are you crazy?!" I was stunned and speechless. Li Jing said, "He's a masochist, he likes to be abused by us, haha, let's have some fun today, do whatever we want with him, the best thing is to kill him, throw him into the latrine and flush him away, no one will know!" Wenwen said, "Li Jing, oh, no, I want to... poop." Li Jing: "Hahaha, perfect, we can make him eat your poop." "Ah, will it work? Will he eat it?" "Definitely! -- You slut, do you want to eat poop?" Li Jing turned her pink face to me, her face full of murderous intent. I quickly agreed: "Yes, yes, I want to eat poop and drink pee -- to be able to drink the holy water of such a beautiful fairy as you, I am thrice blessed!" "Hahahaha -- that's great, so interesting, haha, I'm dying of laughter" -- Wenwen laughed so hard she was shaking, her eyebrows dancing and her feet stomping -- my heart fluttered: how wonderful it would be if this girl named Wenwen's beautiful feet in her little leather boots were stomping on my face instead of on the ground. I discovered that although Wenwen wasn't as tall or as fair-skinned as Li Jing, and was slightly chubby, she was actually quite a beauty. Wearing a short skirt and stockings, with black leather boots on her feet, she ignited my lust.

Wenwen shyly pulled down her pants, spread a piece of toilet paper on the ground, and began to defecate. My eyes glazed over. Wenwen snapped, "You damn dog, don't look!" I quickly turned my face away, thinking how delicious the poop of such a beautiful girl must be. How wonderful it would be if she just pooped in my lowly dog's mouth! — "You slut, crawl over and eat shit!" Li Jing kicked me. I felt like I'd received a royal favor, and quickly crawled to the steaming pile of golden excrement. With utmost reverence, I slowly approached, deeply inhaling the fragrance emanating from Wenwen's sacred poop. When my lips touched that soft, yellow, tender, fresh, and adorable pile of poop, I almost died of excitement, and my lower body gushed out again. I ate with abandon and ecstasy, chewing slowly and savoring every bite, like a vicious dog seeing excrement, panting impatiently as I ate. I heard the two beautiful women standing behind me giggling, and I could even tell they were pinching their noses as they laughed at me.

I was so happy, being forced to eat excrement by two stunningly beautiful girls, while they stood behind me, pinching their noses and laughing. At this moment, my soul was elevated. I felt that everything else was unimportant. I only wanted to grovel at the feet of these two beautiful girls for the rest of my life, using my filthy mouth as their toilet, letting their sacred excrement flow into my dog's mouth. If I could follow these two holy mistresses for the rest of my life, listening to their heavenly, melodious, clear laughter amidst their mad, merciless, and extreme abuse of me, I would be willing to be castrated. If one day they got excited and played with me to death, I would die without regret, because the destruction of my lowly and despicable body would at least bring laughter to these two lovely and noble girls.

"It's getting late, let's go!" "Okay, don't let anyone see us, hurry up!" The sound of Li Jing and Wenwen's leather shoes clicking on the soles as they ran away didn't pull me out of my blissful trance. I licked my lips, closed my eyes, and savored the adorable, pure excrement expelled from the noble body of that young girl, melting in my mouth. Ah, even if I died, it would be worth it.

[The End]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/123062.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=123062&aspx=1

Previous Page : College students' fake relationship turned into real feelings

Next Page : University on a summer night

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

The scumbags on campus

comment Open a new window to view comments