Playing around on campus

"Honey, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

I said shyly, my face flushed, in the woods.

"What's wrong with it? It's just for fun. Don't worry, I'll keep things in check. There won't be any problems,"

the man in front of me said gently, stroking my head and trying to reassure me.

"This... sigh, okay, please don't do anything reckless. If I'm found out, I might as well just kill myself. I can't stay anywhere,"

I said, my face still red, resisting the man's words.

"Don't worry, I'll know my limits,"

he said. But he didn't care about anything and started taking off my clothes.

Finally, I gave in and slowly undressed in the woods. I inserted a small, cute, pink, round object into my genitals, put my underwear away, and then put my clothes back on.

My name is Wang Xiaohe, and the person in front of me is my boyfriend, Zhao Yang. We are both students at this school, classmates, and lovers. We've just entered our senior year of high school, the most stressful time of our studies. While everyone else is busy preparing for exams, my boyfriend and I are indulging in sex every day.

My boyfriend and I are childhood sweethearts; we've been in the same class since elementary school. Later, we were separated into neighboring classes, but not long after, we were in the same class again. We were reassigned to different classes and ended up together again. Over time, our parents also frequently discussed our studies. Having spent so much time together, especially during our formative years, as the most familiar members of the opposite sex, it was natural for us to develop romantic feelings for each other.

I realized I liked him in my second year of junior high, confessed to each other in our third year, became a couple during the summer before high school, and went to the same high school we're currently attending. Our grades were average, and the school was a second-tier high school, so the management wasn't very strict.

So, in my first year of high school, my boyfriend and I tasted the forbidden fruit, reaching the peak of pleasure together.

Starting in my second year, we became increasingly daring, leaving traces of our lovemaking almost everywhere. Especially late at night, my boyfriend... He was loyal to me, making love in places that were particularly lively during the day, like the sports field. During the day, people would come

and go, and I never imagined that such a promiscuous couple would be having sex there at night. Semen and vaginal fluids would be spilled all over the ground—proof that we had made love there. Every day during morning exercises, my boyfriend would see our nighttime lovemaking spot being trampled on and on, with no one knowing, which made him even more excited. At night, he would have sex with me even more vigorously.

Gradually, our families found out about our relationship, but because both our families had communicated since childhood and were relatively open-minded, they didn't interfere. They just said to be mindful of boundaries, not to let it affect our studies, and that our goal was to improve together and get into a good university.

However … And it's precisely this sense of boundaries that we seem to have never paid attention to. Basically, things just kept getting more and more outrageous, and my boyfriend's somewhat perverted mindset became increasingly apparent. Now that I'm a senior in high school, he's already taking me to try even more perverse things.

Today, right after dinner, my boyfriend immediately dragged me to the small woods at school. It's usually quiet there, mostly with other lewd couples, so everyone is mindful of each other's privacy, which is nice.

But the thing my boyfriend, Zhao Yang, suggested today was that I go without a bra during evening self-study and have a vibrating egg inserted into my vagina. Even though we're usually quite adventurous, this was something I was very unwilling to do. At first, I firmly refused, saying that this had gone beyond the bounds of play and that it would be very dangerous if we were discovered. Even when we have sex everywhere, it's always in a... Late at night, what seems daring is actually quite safe.

Playing with a vibrator without underwear during evening study hall—if I accidentally make a sound or get seen, I'd probably have no choice but to commit suicide.

I initially refused my boyfriend's request. However, he had been pleading with me for over twenty minutes, dinner time was long over, and evening study hall was fast approaching. I could only sigh and agree. And so, the scene just unfolded: I took off my school uniform, removed all my underwear, and put it in my backpack. Then I took out that small pink vibrator—a Qixi Festival gift from

my boyfriend during summer vacation, though I don't know what kind of boyfriend would give his girlfriend something like this.

On Qixi Festival (Chinese Valentine's Day), my boyfriend usually gives his girlfriend lipstick and perfume. His excuse was that if I used lipstick and perfume, the school would find out, but this vibrator was the best kind with noise reduction.

He even told me it was more expensive than regular lipstick and perfume, a truly special gift. Because of our years of passionate sex, I've gradually become more promiscuous and accepted the gift.

After trying it, the vibrator was indeed a good thing. It's small and doesn't make much noise when inserted, and the vibration frequency is more stimulating than other products. However, I'm still embarrassed to wear it in public, and I only use it occasionally before bed.

Feeling this sex toy inside my vagina, and thinking about using it in the classroom later, still makes me blush. The sight of her naked was far too stimulating for me. Blushing,

I handed the remote to my boyfriend, leaving my fate in his hands. I hoped he would know his limits; that was my expectation.

Then I put on my school uniform: a white sports top and blue shorts. It was early summer, so I was wearing the summer uniform. Looking at my chest, I felt a tickling sensation.

Since I wasn't wearing a bra or underwear, I felt incredibly nervous.

My breasts are normally developed, not very large but still of average size. My nipples were pressed directly against the uniform, creating a sensation different from wearing a bra. The uniform wasn't of very good quality; the rough fabric rubbed against my nipples, making it feel like someone was using some kind of sex toy. It was like a teasing provocation. Below, I wasn't wearing soft underwear either; the rough fabric of my school uniform shorts rubbed against my labia, giving me a slight sexual pleasure.

With each step, the sensations from above and below surged simultaneously. Forcing myself to suppress them, I slowly made my way to the classroom.

Evening self-study was about to begin, and most students were already seated, resting to conserve their energy for the next three hours. Taking advantage of the rest and playful banter, I slowly made my way to my seat.

My heart pounded with nervousness as I felt the small thing inside my vagina. There were people on three sides, making me incredibly tense. To my right was the classroom wall; I touched the cold wall, trying to calm myself down.

"Xiaohe, are you alright?"

A girl's voice whispered from my left.

"Ah, nothing, what's wrong?"

Hearing someone call me, I panicked and waved my arms around, immediately denying it. At the same time, I looked innocently at the person asking me the question, trying to act like I was really fine.

This was my deskmate and my best friend, named Fan Ke. When we chose our seats, we sat together right away. There were many things I could talk about with my best friend, but not with my boyfriend; after all, girls have a lot of secrets. My boyfriend was sitting with his group of buddies; boys like to play games, and no one had any objections to that.

"Really? Xiaohe, you seem a little unwell. Tell me what's wrong, I'll take you to the infirmary,"

Fan Ke said with concern. That's what a good best friend is like.

"It's nothing, I probably just caught a bit of a chill outside, it's nothing." "Keke, you just do your homework, don't worry about me,"

I forced a smile. At the same time, the class bell rang, and the students busied themselves. Those who had been resting or chatting outside rushed into the classroom to prepare for evening self-study.

Fan Ke didn't say anything more, just told me to take care of myself and then started studying.

Everyone around me had gradually taken their seats. In just half a minute, the hustle and bustle of the break was gone, replaced only by the sounds of writing and turning pages. I used to be one of those students studying so diligently, but now I felt nothing like it.

Inside my vagina, that cute thing had started to vibrate. I turned to look at my boyfriend; he smiled at me and then held up his hand, showing me the remote control he was holding. Helpless, I could only feel the vibrating egg inside my vagina during evening self-study, trying to distract myself by opening my book.

At first, it was okay; the vibration frequency wasn't too high. Aside from the initial shyness, I actually got used to it later. Anyway, no one could hear it, and the frequency wasn't high. I just picked up my book and started reading normally, trying to distract myself and forget about the vibrating egg inside my vagina.

I can't remember how much time passed, because my attention was indeed diverted, and I forgot about the vibrating egg inside my vagina. Suddenly, a violent vibration came from inside my vagina.

"Ah!..."

The sudden vibration made me cry out, then I stopped abruptly. Although the cry was short, it was still quite noticeable in the quiet classroom.

I immediately lowered my head and pretended to do my homework. Some classmates looked around, wondering who had just made that strange noise. Luckily, because of the sudden scream, my voice sounded very unnatural, so the other students didn't recognize it as my voice.

The other students could tell that the sound came from my area. I kept my head down, pretending to be focused on my homework, but my face was already bright red. I could feel the stares from all around me, and sweat poured down my forehead. If I had a mirror to look at myself now, my face would never have been so red.

The vibrating egg inside my vagina was still vibrating at a high frequency, and the frequency was still increasing. This vibrating egg has eight settings, and my boyfriend had probably already pushed it to level six. I endured the pleasure coming from below, determined not to make another sound. At the same time, I was too nervous to raise my head at all. If I raised my head now and let others see my face, it would definitely give me away.

The vibrating egg was inside my vagina, tightly enveloped by my tender pink flesh. This was my genital area, where I felt pleasure, and the buzzing vibrations of the vibrating egg were constantly caressing my vagina. Each vibration, though not as intense as intercourse, combined with the stimulation of the current situation, gave me a sexual pleasure I had never experienced before.

Time passed second by second; I could barely hear the ticking of the clock on the wall. The stares from my classmates gradually lessened, and only after a long time did I dare to slowly raise my head. Looking around, everyone was studying with their heads down again. I breathed a slight sigh of relief; it seemed the commotion had subsided.

Then I looked at my boyfriend and, gritting my teeth, made a throat-slitting gesture at him. He only smiled at me, then, right in front of me, pushed the vibrating egg up to

level seven—the highest level I usually use for masturbation. The vibrations became more intense again, and an even more stimulating pleasure surged from my vagina. Luckily, I was prepared; this time, I didn't make any strange noises.

However, the constant stimulation from my vagina was unbearable, and I tightly squeezed my legs together to try and stop the pleasure. But the more I squeezed my legs, the stronger the pleasure from the vibrator became. Because the walls of my vagina were squeezing the vibrator more intensely, it stimulated my senses even more.

I started to feel hot all over, and my nipples gradually became more prominent. I began to enter the pleasure of sex, and my nipples began to harden. Because I wasn't wearing a bra, my white school uniform was pushed up, and my two protrusions were particularly noticeable on my chest.

My hard nipples pressed against the cheap material of the school uniform, and even the slightest movement caused friction, sending waves of pleasure through me. The vibrator in my vagina continued to vibrate, stimulating my lustful heart step by step.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I held the pen in my right hand, pressed my body forward and down, and aimed my nipples at the pen.

Then I gently lifted the pen, touching my erect nipples through my clothes. A jolt of electricity shot through my nipples and coursed through my body, the pleasure in my vagina assaulting my lustful desires.

The surge of pleasure made me forget my earlier shyness, and I used the pen in my hand to repeatedly poke my nipples. I would push my hard nipples into my soft breasts, then gently release them. Or I would flick my nipples with the pen, treating them like toys, colliding them repeatedly with the pen.

The pleasure grew more intense, gradually overwhelming my brain. Unable to bear it any longer, I reached my left hand into my pants pocket, holding a small knife. I cut a hole in the pocket of my blue shorts, easily slipping my hand inside.

My left hand groped for my underwear, gently moving it aside, my fingers touching my vagina. After the previous stimulation, my vagina was already overflowing with fluids, soaking the surrounding area.

I pressed my thumb against my clitoris, rubbing it continuously, while teasing my nipples with the pen. The double stimulation from above and below brought me to the brink of orgasm.

A few minutes later, the pleasure intensified. I immediately inserted my left hand into my vagina, successfully meeting the vibrator inside. Then, I began to wreak havoc with my fingers, constantly probing and sliding my fingertips against the walls of my vagina, playing with the vibrator in a wanton way.

I intensified my efforts, vigorously jabbing my nipples with the pen. Finally, after this lewd series of actions, in the midst of evening self-study with all my classmates present, I reached orgasm.

During the orgasm, I managed to suppress a sound, feeling an extreme pleasure from head to toe. It seemed like some fluid had gushed out, dripping onto the floor beneath my seat.

I quickly pulled my left hand out, looking at the droplets on it—this was the vaginal fluid I had just released. I gently licked it; hmm, slightly salty. Wait, I just realized—this was still evening self-study. With so many people around, I had masturbated. And after masturbating, I had performed such lewd actions.

Such a lewd act, coupled with my previous bold move, made my body, which should have calmed down after the orgasm, feel itchy again. I really am a lewd woman, as if I can't get satisfaction.

Looking at my boyfriend, he actually gave me a thumbs up, and then finally turned the vibrator down to a lower frequency, stopping the play.

The vibrator in my vagina kept vibrating until school was over. But because the frequency was low, I gritted my teeth and endured it. I was played with by the vibrator for three whole hours, in front of so many classmates, and I still felt unbelievable after school.

"You bastard, do you know what you just did?"

After school, I immediately went to my boyfriend and angrily questioned him.

"What did I do? You seemed very happy."

Faced with my questioning, my boyfriend said as if nothing had happened.

"Damn it! Do you know that if we were really exposed, we would both be finished. Especially me, I definitely wouldn't be able to stay at school or at home!"

I cursed, feeling incredulous at my boyfriend's brain.

"I came over here without a problem, haha, wasn't it a pleasant evening study session?"

But faced with my anger, my boyfriend showed absolutely no remorse.

"Zhao Yang, you jerk! You're incompetent, yet you torment your girlfriend like this. Forget it, where's the remote? Get it out here right now!"

I was a little angry and blurted out a taboo I rarely mention. My boyfriend, as a man, isn't very good at it. Although I don't know about other men, after watching so many pornographic films, I know for sure that my boyfriend's size and stamina are lacking.

He knows this too, but he doesn't want to talk about it. This is a sore spot for him, so he often tries to enhance my sexual pleasure with various stimulating methods and has bought a lot of toys to compensate for the lack of normal sex.

"You...! The remote was thrown away. I just saw a student pick it up over there. You can go ask him for it."

My boyfriend was really angry at what I said, gritting his teeth as if he wanted to yell at me. But after saying "you," he didn't continue his outburst and instead coldly mentioned the fate of the remote.

Oh no! Hearing my boyfriend's words, I immediately looked out the window he was pointing to. At that moment, the window was full of students leaving class, and a student from another class whom I didn't recognize was holding a vibrator remote, looking at it curiously.

I mentally screamed a thousand bad things, and sure enough, what I feared most happened. The boy immediately turned the remote up to level 10. A violent, explosive vibration immediately erupted from below, an unprecedented stimulation instantly assaulting my vagina.

"You, you just wait!"

I yelled fiercely, then immediately fled. "Fleeing" was an understatement; I was actually walking with my legs clamped together in a rather strange posture. Afraid of attracting attention from my classmates, I couldn't be too dramatic, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy.

I definitely couldn't ask that boy for the remote now, and continuing like this wouldn't work either—the vibration was just too intense. Now, I had to find a secluded spot, remove the vibrator from my vagina, and throw it away forcefully to escape this hellish situation.

"Haha, hahahahaha,"

my boyfriend laughed shamelessly behind me as I ran away. His earlier anger had vanished, replaced by a heartless, unrestrained laugh.

My face flushed, I quickly ran back to the grove, swiftly removed the vibrator from my vagina, and finally let out a long sigh of relief. Damn boyfriend, playing me like that, he's a real jerk. I cursed under my breath, but my mind was still savoring the feeling.

I must say, it actually has a unique charm. Especially since my boyfriend is so bad in bed and often can't satisfy me, it actually makes me feel quite comfortable.

[The End]

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