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Apple Milk Tea, that's me. I'm a very horny girl. How horny? My first time masturbating was in [grade level]. Of course, I didn't know that was called masturbation back then. I just felt that touching my clitoris felt good.
It happened during nap time in [class name]. In that small [class name], everyone lay flat during nap time. I remember that day they helped me put on a mini-skirt. After everyone fell asleep, I put my hand under the blanket and started touching my genitals through my underwear. The first time I touched myself, just a little touch, maybe only five minutes, was enough to have an orgasm. Of course, I didn't know what an orgasm was back then, I just felt it felt so good, and I could fall asleep comfortably.

I don't know if other girls do this? At what age did I start masturbating? But I think I must be pretty horny!

Probably because I'm cute and easily make friends with boys, the first time a boy touched my breasts was in [grade level]. I remember that day very clearly. It was a summer afternoon nap. While eating lunch, the boy I liked told me to wait until the afternoon break and sleep next to him,

so we could both crawl under the table. Because during lunch break, the desks and chairs in the classroom are piled up, there's a large space under the tables to hide in. So, I foolishly followed the boy I liked and slept under the table! As I drifted off to sleep, I noticed someone lifted my clothes. Opening my eyes, I saw it wasn't just the boy I liked; there was another boy. They were on either side of me, touching my breasts—my breasts were flat.

I felt very embarrassed but didn't know what to do, so I let them touch me for the entire afternoon. There was no pleasure in it, and I didn't even understand what it was! But I remember this very clearly and never told anyone. Probably because I liked that boy!

After graduation, we went to the same school but different classes and never spoke again until XX grade, when we met in the hallway. I was still very nervous, the kind of nervousness that comes from liking someone. Then he said to me, "I'm transferring schools." That's my last memory of him.

So, if you say I'm a pervert... I think the line between lust and love is very difficult to draw.

When I was little, our TV had a decoder installed, which was a source of my increasing lust. Adults thought I didn't know anything, but actually I knew how to install and remove it! The decoder made me crave sex from a very young age.

So my first sexual experience came very early, during summer vacation in junior high school, to my tall, handsome PE teacher, who was about twenty years old. By the way, I probably already had a C-cup at that time, but I didn't know how to wear a bra.

Let's give the teacher who took my virginity a nickname, let's call him Big Dick! He liked to make me call him Teacher Big Dick during sex.

Speaking of my connection with Teacher Big Dick, I have to mention my family members. My mother disappeared from my memory before I first learned to masturbate. I lived with my father from a young age, and I have two older brothers who are two and four years older than me, respectively.

This is also why we had a decoder in our house, because there were no other girls. So, naturally, by the time I reached grade xx, my breasts had developed to a C-cup, but I still only wore my uniform to class every day, occasionally with a tank top underneath—a gift from the aunt next door, who never told me to wear a bra.
Looking back now, it's so erotic! A cute little girl, her breasts already a C-cup, going to class and running around with her chest swaying—what boy wouldn't get a hard-on? I must have thought of myself as a little slut who unintentionally seduced people since I was little.

Mr. Big Penis transferred to our school when I was in grade xx and became my class tutor. After a monthly exam in the first semester of grade xx, the teacher said my grades had dropped and he needed to stay after school to discipline me. It was a Wednesday afternoon, after everyone had left. The teacher took me to a small room in the tutoring office for a lecture. It was a bit hot that day, and after being lectured by Mr. Big Penis for over ten minutes, I started sweating profusely. This sight greatly aroused Mr. Big Penis.

Big Eagle: "Apple Milk Tea, your breasts are so big!"

I lowered my head and touched my breasts.

Big Eagle: "Do you know that girls need to wear bras when their breasts get bigger?"

I shook my head. (Back then, some girls who watched porn wore bras, but I didn't know I needed to.)
Big Eagle: "Do you know how big your breasts are?"

I shook my head again.

Big Eagle: "Then let me measure them for you. If they're too big, I'll take you to buy bras." After saying that, Big Eagle reached out to help me take off my uniform top.

I felt a little embarrassed, and because the teacher was handsome, I didn't want to take off my clothes in front of him.
I shook my head.

Big Eagle ignored my refusal and still roughly unbuttoned my uniform. In a short time, my upper body was completely naked.

Big Eagle: "You always thought they were big when I looked at them in class, but after taking off your clothes today, they really are big!"

Teacher Big Eagle looked very carefully, showing an expression I had never seen before.

Big Eagle: "Youth is an asset. Even without a bra, they're so perky and big, with small, pink nipples!"

Listening to the teacher praising me, looking at my breasts, I suddenly realized I was getting wet down there. I really wanted to touch them, but I didn't dare.

Big Eagle: "Come on, let me feel how big they are. Do you need a bra?"

Since my breasts were touched in kindergarten, no one had touched them since I grew up. When Big Eagle's hand touched me, it was so warm, a strong palm, rough skin. I felt even wetter. I wanted to moan, like a porn star, but I didn't. Big Eagle touched me like that for a long time.
I was too shy to look at his face. The scene: in the counseling room of an elementary school, a sixth-grade girl, head down, upper body naked, lower body still wearing her school uniform pleated skirt, and the perverted homeroom teacher was touching her large breasts.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of another teacher's high heels approaching. Big Eagle was startled and quickly helped me put my clothes back on, then transformed back into his teacher persona. Just as everything was back to normal, the female teacher walked into the counseling room.
Big Eagle said sternly, "So do you know what you did wrong? Your grades dropped so much in this term exam, you'd better reflect on your actions here!"

Then, Big Eagle turned to chat with the female teacher. A short while later, the female teacher left the counseling room. It was just Big Eagle and me again.

Big Eagle said, "Your breasts are so big now, come on, let's go buy you some underwear!" With that, Big Eagle took me to a lingerie store far, far from the school.

As soon as we entered, the auntie inside greeted us warmly. Big Eagle told the auntie he was my brother, bringing his little sister to buy underwear. The auntie measured my size and said, "You're only in xx grade and you already have a C cup, your development is great! Come on, buy a few sets, take care of your breast shape while you're young!" So, I changed into several sets of underwear, and the auntie even taught me how to wear them.

I chose three styles I liked, and the teacher secretly gave me a pure white lace bra. When I put it on, I found it was very transparent, which felt quite erotic and a little exciting. In the end, we took four bras and left. The auntie even saw us to the door and told us to come back often. Of course, the teacher paid for the bras.

The teacher, putting on a serious face in the lingerie store, got into his car and immediately told me to change into the lingerie he had chosen. Since the car was closed to the outside, I slowly began to unbutton my uniform shirt from the passenger seat, revealing my bare breasts. I felt his breathing quicken! I turned to face him and then slowly put on the very erotic white lace lingerie, followed by my uniform. A strange atmosphere filled the car. Something in the teacher's crotch grew larger, but he didn't do anything further. Soon after, we arrived at my house.

After saying goodbye to the teacher, I went home. No one was home. I went to the living room, took off my uniform shirt, looked at my breasts in my lingerie, and started masturbating. That masturbation felt so good; I was very aroused, moaning wildly in the living room, imagining the way the teacher looked at my breasts, and how erotic I was. Then I orgasmed. It was a very blissful orgasm.

From the day my teacher first touched my breasts until I graduated, she touched them four more times. The fourth time, she even reached under my skirt and touched my genitals through my underwear. But nothing more happened until the summer after I graduated…
[The End]

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