In the large classroom of general education courses

That day was a weekday… Oh
no, I forgot.
Anyway, I remember it was a general education class, the kind everyone has to attend, but nobody likes it. I arrived very late, more than ten minutes late. When I got to the classroom, it was already full. I stood at the back, not knowing where to sit.

After looking around carefully, I realized there was only one girl sitting in the back
(it could have seated four people).
Of course, I knew that girl; we were in the same class.
Sometimes we'd bump into each other and exchange a few lighthearted jokes.

I went over and sat next to her. I
greeted her briefly and opened my book.
But how could I concentrate on studying?
Lately, I've been frequenting sex websites. After posting an article there, some girls from the site added me, and we often talked about sex-related things.

And the pictures on those sites are so stimulating!
They're unforgettable. The more I think
about it, the more aroused I get, the more unbearable it becomes.
Then I remembered harassing a girl at the post office last time… My lustful nature finally got the better of me.
My hand involuntarily reached down to her buttocks,
right near her cleft.
My mind was in turmoil. Everyone knows this is probably inappropriate, but… I really wanted it.

My hand was already down there.
I thought for a long time, unsure what to do.
Finally, I decided to give it a try. If she rejected me, I'd pretend it was an accident; if she acted as if nothing happened, then I'd… (have ulterior motives!). Having made up my mind, I gently rubbed her buttocks with the back of my hand, while observing her expression out of the corner of my eye—she didn't move. I felt a little smug.
She was currently reading English, seemingly engrossed.
I glanced back at the students behind me; they were either listening to music or reading novels, and few were paying attention (meaning no one could possibly have noticed what was happening in front of them).

My courage grew, and I increased the pressure on my hand.
She continued reading her English, as if her soft buttocks felt nothing at all.
Could it be that she didn't feel it? Surely not, it's only autumn, everyone's still wearing so little, she should feel me rubbing her butt.
But she didn't react at all!
Never mind, I quietly turned my hand over, now my palm was facing her butt.
By the way, her butt is really sexy, the kind that looks sexy and feels even sexier. I kept rubbing and pinching her plump butt, and she remained completely unfazed.
Thinking about such a sexy girl, her butt in my hands, letting me knead it, my little brother slowly grew bigger,
pushing my pants up .

I gradually increased the pressure, until finally I was poking her butt crack with my fingers, and she still remained unfazed.
But this seemed to stimulate my little brother even more.

I could clearly feel the uncomfortable swelling in my lower body.
I moved my hand slightly upwards, trying to slip it inside her waistband.
But I didn't succeed because she was wearing a tank

top underneath her pants.
My movement was quite audacious; it startled me. I glanced at my classmates and the teacher, only calming down when I realized they weren't looking.

But the girl next to me still didn't move.
Damn, she really is a slut, getting moved even in the classroom.
But I like sluts like that; in my vocabulary, "slutty" means cute.
Very respectable! Hehe…
Because I'm a slut myself!
My actions just now aroused my lust; I really had the urge to pin her to the ground.
Luckily, this is a classroom, otherwise, I believe I really would have done that.
But I still moved closer to her.
My legs were almost touching hers.
I placed my hands on the outer side of my legs, so I could move her thighs freely.

Her thighs were taut and fleshy.
But today, it was all "lucky for me."
I know she felt it clearly; the reason she didn't push me away was because she wanted me to stimulate her better, to give her more pleasure.
She might even be fantasizing about me!
I started to reach towards the base of her thighs, but that was a rather large movement. After several attempts, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Finally, I came up with a brilliant idea: I took a pen and used it to represent my hand,

pressing against the area where her thigh met her torso from the front. I pressed against her clitoris.
The first time I pressed, she suddenly turned her face, gave me a wry smile, and seemed to whisper something, but I couldn't hear her. They say people can't hear when they're very excited, and I think that's true.

Seeing that I didn't understand, she drew a pair of eyes in her textbook. I saw them, but I didn't know what she meant by drawing eyes.
Was she saying she had noticed me all along, or that she was aware others were seeing her?
But I didn't have time to think about it. Why would I do something so pointless when there was such a beautiful woman around? I wasn't that stupid. As long as she didn't reject me or push me away, I continued to use my pen to fuck her pussy!
While I was fucking her pussy, she continued to draw her eyes.
She drew many, but I didn't care.
I wished this moment could last forever.
So I started to dread the end of class. At least an hour had passed since I started touching her, and class might end any minute. What if I couldn't play with her anymore? Oh no!
Thinking this, I immediately stopped and wrote in my textbook: "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive. I couldn't help it, you're so charming!" She continued writing: "You're so bad! I didn't expect you to be so bad.
How dare you touch me with your pen in class?

Maybe I was too impulsive. Can you stay after class?"
"Is something wrong?"
"Of course I am, stay!"
"Okay then.

" ...Class ended, and sure enough, she didn't leave.
We waited until everyone else had left before I said to her, "
I'm really sorry. I was so impulsive.
I really wanted to hug you."

She said shyly, "Just don't do that again."
Before she could finish, I had already hugged her, my lips already pressed against hers.
She struggled in vain, which only made me hold her tighter. I frantically bit her lips, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, but her mouth initially closed tightly. Then, it opened slightly, and my tongue pushed in.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her tongue intertwined with mine.

I was kneading her large breasts forcefully! Her breasts were so big and soft; damn, I really wanted to knead them until they were raw!
Taking advantage of my inattention, she broke free from me, moaning, "*** Don't do this, ** Don't do this!" In my
frenzy, I didn't care about any of that.
I pounced on her again, and she struggled desperately.
I stopped abruptly.
After all, this kind of thing couldn't be forced.
If forced, that would be rape!
"You're too impulsive," she said. "How could you touch me like that?
I have a boyfriend.
You can't touch me.

" "Really? I don't believe you have a boyfriend.
Come here, let me hug you!"
"No, you're too impulsive." "

Okay, I won't be so impulsive, okay?" I hugged her again, and this time she struggled only symbolically before going limp in my arms.
I sat on the chair, with her facing me as she sat on my lap, my rock-hard penis pressing against her genitals.

I hugged her, kissed her neck, and slowly slipped my hand inside her clothes from the front, moving upwards until I touched her large breasts.
Her bra was the kind that only covered her nipples; it was indeed very lewd, I thought.

I pulled off her bra (it was actually quite difficult to pull off because her breasts were so large), and I was quite startled when I put my hand inside, because my hand was completely buried in her cleavage!
I massaged her right breast, and I could clearly feel that breast gradually growing larger.
When I touched her left breast, I could clearly feel that the right one that I had touched was much larger than the left one that I hadn't touched!
I had never seen breasts like these before! Nor had I seen any friends online say they had breasts like these!
I went crazy again, and I pulled down the zipper of her pants. She tried to grab my hand, but she couldn't. My hand then slipped inside her underwear, touching her pubic hair.

She struggled, preventing me from moving. We were locked in a stalemate, neither of us willing to give in.
I checked my watch; more than half an hour had passed. Soon, students might come to the classroom for self-study. I

felt a bit helpless; there wasn't enough time.
I had no choice but to leave it at that, and wait for another chance to... well, you know
. I zipped up her pants. I asked
her if I could just hug her for a little while. She said, "Didn't you just hug me?" But she didn't struggle, letting me hold her. I kissed her again.
Only after my erection subsided did we leave the classroom together.

The next day, we met again in the library. I asked her if she hated me. She said no, just, "Please, please don't do this again." I said, "How can I not do it again?" Once there's a first time, there's a second. Then I kissed her, hugged her, and touched her...

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