Big-breasted girl's gym class

That day in PE class, I, who was usually fearless, finally felt scared.

I tried to use the excuse that my clothes were too tight to go back to the dorm to change, but when I got back, I found that the dorm supervisor was nowhere to be seen. I waited for a few minutes, but she didn't show up. Later, I asked the owner of the supermarket next door, and he told me that the supervisor had an urgent matter at home and had to go out for half an hour... And while the owner was talking, his eyes were fixed on my chest, as if he had never seen such a large woman before. I know he sometimes leers, but never as brazenly as he was now, probably because no one was around. And the owner's wife wasn't in the store either.

I left the supermarket, feeling so angry I had nowhere to vent. As the dorm supervisor, could she just leave her post like that? She didn't even leave a key... But I had to go to class, otherwise I might get points deducted by the teacher. The credits for physical education can't be made up with other subjects; if you fail, you have to retake it. And this teacher is a freak—incredibly strict. He uses the credit issue to "blackmail" us freshmen. Left with no other

choice, I reluctantly went to PE class, my large breasts jiggling precariously.

On the way, they swayed and bounced as I walked. Honestly, how can anyone attend PE class like that! But I had to go! I had to grit my teeth and go!

When I got to the playground and started lining up, I deliberately and quietly joined the back row.

But my height is clearly not enough to get to the back row seats… Oh right, I forgot to mention, I'm only a little over 1.6 meters tall. I'm from the South, and among girls in the South, I'm not particularly outstanding, but I'm not short either. However, in university, with classmates coming from all over, my height suddenly became a "disadvantage." At 1.6 meters, I'm always in the first two rows… (But then again, I think I'm popular with those guys. Having big breasts and being pretty are one reason, but another is my petite figure. It seems that whether it's handsome guys from the South or tall guys from the North who are always over 1.8 meters, they all prefer girls like me who are on the smaller side, looking innocent. But only I know that I'm actually a naturally promiscuous girl, with a slutty air about me… And I also think that with my small frame and those big breasts, I'm definitely the center of attention wherever I go… not to mention being so pretty…) Okay, back to the point.

I quietly moved to the back, hoping to escape this predicament. But there was no way around it; the teachers' eyes are always sharp. After glancing at the crowd, he immediately looked towards the back, as if searching for something. Sure enough, his gaze soon settled on me.

"Lin Minhua! Come out here!"

The teacher's tone was icy cold, assaulting me.

I bit my lip, helpless, afraid of further punishment, so I reluctantly moved forward.

I reached the second row, ready to stop, but unexpectedly, the teacher looked at me and suddenly said, "You come to the first row! Let's see if you'll ever follow the rules again!"

I felt a wicked smile on his lips as he spoke. But I couldn't say anything. I slowly moved to the front, the students in the middle naturally making way for me.

I walked very steadily, afraid my chest would sway with each step, appearing extremely lewd in public, revealing the real me.

I stood at attention at the front, no longer moving. What would today's PE class be like? Everyone was a little apprehensive. We all remembered that last time, he made us do squats, one hundred each! Some delicate girls simply couldn't do it, so they had to run a 1000-meter race!

This was practically hellish training; we all said it was almost like military training!

Naturally, the students were filled with worry. And the most worried of all was me.

But it seemed like the teacher was deliberately targeting me. Was it because I was standing at the back from the start? That's what I thought at first, but later I knew it wasn't... because I saw a hint of malice in his eyes and a lewd smile on his lips... And later it was confirmed that he was after my big breasts, wanted to have sex with me, and was deliberately messing with me!

Let me tell you the rest of the story! He called my name and pulled me aside.

First, he said I wasn't active in class and arrived late (in fact, although I was late, I rushed over as soon as the bell rang, so I wasn't late), then he made me do squats.

He made me do 50 in one go as a small punishment. Then, he said my form wasn't correct and made me do them again.

My classmates were all staring at me. My large breasts were exposed to the air, separated only by a thin t-shirt—the kind that was so tight it was stretched taut and almost transparent in the sunlight.

The boys were naturally enjoying the view, while the girls, many of them, thought I was lewd. So, behind my back, I even earned the nickname "slut"... As I moved up and down, my breasts bounced along with me. At this point, the teacher was no longer content to just watch! He walked right over to me and said, "I told you to stand up straight! Don't bend over when you stand up!!!"

He slapped me on the back... I felt a force on my back, and I almost fell as I was about to squat down.

My breasts trembled with the force of his slap.

My breasts, unsupported by a bra, swayed wildly, dazzling my classmates.

Seeing me about to fall, the teacher hurriedly and "kindly" helped me up, but his placement was awkward—his hands reached under my armpits from behind, landing squarely on my chest… Since I was standing at the very front, with my back to everyone, and my classmates were all behind me, they couldn't see anything. Taking advantage of this moment, the teacher forcefully pinched my breasts.

"Ugh…" I gasped softly in surprise. At first, the teacher steadied me, pretending to be a respectable teacher, comforting me by saying I should stand more steadily next time. But then he took the opportunity to say I was too weak and needed to exercise more.

So, while the other students were punished with a 3000-meter run, I was forced to lie on the grass for arm strength training.

He made me lie face down on the grass, supporting myself with my hands, and do push-ups.

My breasts were so big; how could he not see them while I was lying on the ground?

The deep cleavage, the white flesh of my breasts, even the petal-shaped nipple covers—all were brought into his view.

I struggled with the movements, each thrust pressing my breasts heavily onto the grass, the prickling sensation sending shivers down my spine.

Whenever I tried to lift my arms, my breasts couldn't completely leave the grass; they were so large, hanging precariously.

I moaned and groaned for a while, but I was utterly exhausted.

At this point, the other students had only run less than a kilometer.

I didn't know how much the teacher intended to torment me. I was certain he would continue torturing me until the other students arrived. Sure enough

, seeing that I couldn't continue and had collapsed to the ground, he ordered me to get up.

"You don't even have this much strength? A big-breasted beauty like you, dressed so scantily, could easily be raped on the street. How can you not have learned some self-defense!"

With that, the teacher ordered me to do some relaxation exercises.

I had no choice but to do as he said, but his eyes never truly left my breasts.

To her classmates, she was a dedicated teacher who always kept an eye on them... It's hard to believe; I even doubted that those words like "big-breasted girl" and "rape" came from his mouth.

But then, the relaxation exercises ended. She ordered me over, saying she wanted to teach me a few grappling techniques.

Right there on the sunlit playground, blocking the view of all the other runners, he repeatedly grabbed me with a backhand grappling hook, sometimes pinning me to the ground, sometimes pulling me into his arms. But every single time, he was violating my breasts.

What was even worse was that, being naturally lewd, I had somehow gotten used to his abuse. My small breasts stood erect, welcoming his advances.

It's just that my nipples were covered by nipple covers, so they weren't visible from the outside... "Ah..."

"Mmm!"

"Ah, teacher, be gentle!"

I was repeatedly "instructed" by the teacher, but I still couldn't grasp the essence of the grappling technique, and in the end, he took full advantage of me. The screams I let out when he "hit" me sounded like lewd moans even to myself.

Finally, the runners came over one by one. Actually, they had been watching the commotion from a short distance away for quite a while. Firstly, they were afraid the teacher would continue to punish them; secondly, they wanted to rest a bit longer; and thirdly, the male students probably found it quite enjoyable to see this big-breasted girl being played with like this by the teacher, so they didn't plan to come and disrupt the atmosphere.

I sat down on the ground with difficulty, looking at the teacher with a resentful gaze.

The teacher told us all to sit on the grass and rest. Then, he disappeared.

I suspected that after violating my vagina that time, he secretly went to the toilet to masturbate by himself! Because later, when he grabbed my breasts, I immediately asked him if there was any semen in his crotch! Of course, I need to explain this slowly!

At that time, everyone was sitting on the grass, and seeing that the teacher didn't come, we started to do our own thing.

The male students took the opportunity to surround me, asking to learn the "grappling techniques" the teacher had just taught me, saying they wanted to learn a move or two. They pulled on my arms and clothes, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, but a few groped me quite a bit!

I didn't have the strength to resist, but I knew they must be thinking, "I never thought that the usually arrogant beauty of our department would be such a slut to be played with..." They must have seen me being played with by the teacher just now... I didn't say a word, not wanting to talk to them. It wasn't until almost the end of class that I finally relaxed.

[The End]

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