Remote-controlled vibrating egg under the skirt

This post was last edited by tony168 on 2020-10-21 21:12.
The Remote-Controlled Vibrator Under Her Skirt
: Qing, she's my girlfriend.
She's a very well-behaved girl, at least that's true before I got her.
However, after we started dating, I discovered that she's a girl who appears innocent on the outside but is actually quite lewd on the inside, at least in front of me. But despite her lewdness, she never lets me into her body. So I'm still a virgin, and I don't know if she is.
Oh! I forgot to mention, I'm a typical high school student, a third-year student this year. Qing and I are in the same class, the girl I worked hard to win over for a year. In our classmates' eyes, Qing is very well-behaved, really well-behaved, and a little bit naive.
So I want to emphasize again, she's very innocent.
Her house is very close to mine, but far from school. So we always meet at the bus stop in the morning to take the bus to school together. The story begins at the bus stop.
Today the sun wasn't shining brightly, and the air wasn't cold—perfect for an outing. Qing and I were waiting for the bus at the bus stop, but unfortunately, we weren't going out; we were going to school. Qing was wearing the school's standard semi-transparent sailor uniform, but the skirt was specially tailored, about five centimeters above the knee. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she wore glasses that would
make any girl look a bit silly. Combined with her sunny smile, she had the classic innocent look. But what she just handed me wasn't so innocent. "Hey, Xiang, keep this for you. Try it out later." Qing gave me a cute smile and handed me something that looked like a car pager, with four switches: strong, medium, weak, and off.
"What... what is this?" I asked, taking the strange thing Qing gave me.
"Heh, you'll see once you turn it on." Qing replied mysteriously.
"Uh, what kind of weird thing is this now?" I squinted at him, seeing his expression.
Looking at the thing in my hand, I switched the switch to the weak position.
"Nothing's wrong. What are you up to?" "I asked, a little angrily.
"Um, I... I... I'll turn it off first." Qing's face turned noticeably red.
Seeing her expression was off, I quickly adjusted the settings to OFF.
"Phew, this is really interesting." Qing took a breath and whispered in my ear, "Don't tell anyone, okay? I put a vibrator inside my vagina today."
As she spoke, she pulled up her uniform, revealing the receiver hanging on her skirt: "The remote control for the vibrator is in your hand." "Really?" I asked in surprise.
"Hmph, I've let you play with it all day and you still don't want it? Then give it back." Qing playfully held out her hand.
"I don't mean I don't want it, but is it really okay?" I asked, looking at the remote control in my hand and then at her skirt.
"I'm fine with it, go ahead and play with it." Qing gave me a big smile.
"The car's here, let's get in first." I took Qing's hand and boarded the bus, of course, keeping the remote control in my pocket.
The bus wasn't crowded, and there was a seat available in the back double seat. I chose a window seat, and Qing naturally sat next to me. She first pulled her skirt forward with her hand before slowly sitting down, and because of the curve, the skirt slipped up to her thighs, instantly revealing her fair skin.
A thought suddenly popped into my head, and my right hand slipped into my pocket to quietly turn the vibrator to low.
"Hmm, Xiang, you, you're so bad." Qing's body went limp, her head resting on my shoulder. I didn't speak, my face fixed on the window, ignoring Qing. Qing put her bag on her lap, trying to reduce the buzzing of the vibrator, but I think she was overthinking it; sitting in the back, the bus engine noise already masked the faint buzzing.
"Hmm, oh, hmm, ah..." Qing kept making soft moaning sounds.
The girl in front of us seemed to have heard something. She turned around and gave us a disdainful look. I think she must have thought we were doing something.
Hearing Qing's soft moans, I couldn't help but turn my head. A blush had spread across Qing's face, her eyes were slightly closed, and her lips were biting and releasing, as if she was enjoying the stimulation from the vibrator.
How could I let Qing enjoy herself like that? I reached out my right hand and quickly switched the remote control to OFF.
After the vibrator was turned off, the vibration in her lower body also disappeared. Qing looked at me with a dissatisfied look.
"Hmph, annoying, I was enjoying myself." Qing symbolically patted my chest.
"Hehe, if you want to enjoy yourself, I'll let you enjoy yourself to your heart's content after class." I deliberately raised my voice so that the girl in front of us could hear. "Ugh, never mind, we're almost at school, let's get off." Qing turned her head away, expressing her dissatisfaction.
"Haha, let's go."
I took her hand, and under the girl's gaze, I led her off the bus.
Today's first class was English, and although my English is terrible, I did very well on the quiz. Want to know my secret?
It's simple: Qing is the English tutor, responsible for quiz scores. Her scores are always above 70 or 80; too high and she'll get caught.
Qing sat obediently in the first row. Watching her diligently copying the key points from the blackboard, I can hardly imagine the lewd expression on her face when she handed me the remote control.
"Qing, write your answers to this morning's test on the blackboard," the teacher instructed.
"Okay," Qing replied obediently. Qing
slowly walked to the front, holding her test paper in her left hand and chalk in her right, and wrote the answers on the blackboard.
Because the first question had to be written high on the blackboard, Qing stood on tiptoe, trying to raise her right hand as she wrote. Her uniform, because of the pull of her right hand, slipped out of her skirt.
Oh no, this idiot! The vibrator receiver is showing! A wire runs from the receiver into her skirt! Oh my god, what if someone finds out?
An idea suddenly popped into my head: I suddenly wanted to see how he would react when he was discovered to be a slutty girl.
I reached my right hand into my pants and turned the remote control down to a low setting. Qing's legs, which had been on tiptoe, suddenly went weak, and her handwriting became crooked and messy. Qing glanced back at me, her face showing a pleading and shy expression.
Haha, how could I let her off so easily? I pressed on and turned the switch up to medium.
Under the watchful eyes of the whole class, Qing's hands could no longer hold the chalk properly, and her legs were trembling and tightly closed. The teacher noticed that something was wrong with Qing and asked with concern, "
[Qing, are you alright? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?]" "
No, no, um, I'm fine, um," Qing answered, her face flushed and her voice trembling.
Because the test papers were for students to check each other's answers and change scores, the teacher had already stepped down from the podium and was walking among the students to see if any had cheated.
"If you're alright, continue writing. Your classmates are waiting to check their answers." It seemed the teacher hadn't noticed anything unusual about Qing's uniform, as class was almost over and the teacher was hurrying her along. As soon as she finished speaking, she went back to looking at the students' test papers.
At this moment, Qing's posture was very strange; she seemed to be holding back the urge to urinate. Her legs were pressed tightly together, her toes turned inwards and touching. Although her right hand was still holding chalk on the blackboard, she wasn't writing at all; instead, she seemed to be leaning against the blackboard. Her left hand was holding the back of her skirt, but she didn't dare pull it down or touch the throbbing pleasure emanating from her lower body.
After all, this was in the classroom, in front of the whole class. How could a model student possibly touch his genitals? Although I couldn't see Qing's face, he was definitely biting his lip, because I could hear him making muffled "hmm...hmm..." sounds.
But it was clear Qing was almost at her limit, straining her entire body to maintain a very strange posture.
Actually, I was afraid that if the teacher and classmates discovered that Qing had a remote-controlled vibrator inserted in her vagina, and the remote was in my hand, I'd be in big trouble too. So I switched the remote to OFF, and Qing immediately relaxed. I saw him move slightly, as if no one had noticed, and continued writing the rest of the answers on the blackboard.
After Qing finished writing the answers, he turned around to leave the podium, glanced at me, his face flushed, clearly aroused. I'm sure his underwear was soaking wet; even the teacher could tell.
"What's wrong? Your face is so red. Do you have a cold?" "
No, no, I don't have a cold." But the expression on his face was strange and complicated. I didn't know if he was upset that I hadn't kept the vibrator vibrating or if the vibration had been too long for him. Anyway, he was the one who gave me the remote control, so I let him have it. But I still don't understand why Qing gave me the remote. Was she so naive that she didn't know what I was going to do? But if she was really that naive, she probably wouldn't know that wireless remote-controlled vibrators existed. Never mind, all I know is that while I was controlling Qing, my penis remained highly erect, so hard it was a little painful. Every time I wanted to take things further with Qing, she would always make excuses, leaving me with a hard-on all day, only to end up watching porn at home to relieve my desire. This time, Qing had finally delivered herself to me, so I was determined to torment her and let her know the pain of unfulfilled desire.
After Qing returned to her seat, I turned the volume down again. This time, Qing's behavior wasn't as noticeable. She shifted slightly from side to side to adjust her body, then remained still. But a moment later, she twisted her waist, pulled at her skirt, placed her hand on her knee, and then gripped the edge of the chair tightly. It was a stark contrast to Qing's usual quiet and attentive demeanor.
Our tutor, who was also our English teacher, was a forty-year-old man with a slightly receding hairline. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and because of his thinning hairline, we secretly called him "Mediterranean" behind his back. Later, to avoid being overheard, we shortened it to "Dichondriac." Dichondriac was always kind and gentle to the high-achieving students, especially the girls, but he always looked down on the boys, especially those with average grades, and was quick to scold them.
Qing's grades were always among the best in the class. Coupled with her cute appearance and outwardly innocent and well-behaved image, every teacher doted on her, especially the English teacher. The English teacher often called on students to answer questions in class. If he was in a good mood, he would call on the top students, the cute ones, or the handsome ones; but if he was in a bad mood, he would call on the lower-achieving students or those who were less attractive, and even if they answered correctly, they wouldn't get a good look.
It seemed that Di Hai was in a good mood today, as all the top ten handsome and beautiful students in the class stood up to answer questions. The next question was for Qing.
[Translate this sentence.]
Qing slowly moved her body and stood up. Because Qing wasn't very tall, only about 155 cm, she sat in the first row. I was 175 cm tall and sat in the last seat of the row next to Qing. From my seat, I couldn't see her face, but her voice was clear: [Mr. Peter, disregarding his wife's objections, decided, ah...] As Qing began translating, the vibrator was switched to medium intensity. Qing, perhaps unable to withstand the sudden stimulation, let out a cry, but she remained composed and immediately continued translating: [He decided to take his three sons... um... and two servants... ah... by train, heading towards the central metropolis, Detroit... ah... um...] By the last sentence, I had turned the vibrator to high intensity. Dihai and the other students looked up at this model student, wondering why Qing's voice and tone were different from her usual self.
[Is she having a cold? Her voice sounds strange. Hmm, is there some kind of buzzing sound?] Dihai, who was standing at the back of the classroom, started walking towards Qing while listening to the vibrator's sound. I quickly switched it to low intensity.
[Or did I hear wrong? It seems there's no sound. Haru, if you feel unwell, you should tell the teacher.] Dihai was already standing in front of Haru, shaking his head left and right as if to confirm he hadn't misheard, carefully listening to the surrounding sounds.
Haru had already sat down, her skirt and thighs pressed together. The sound of the vibrator had become very faint, almost inaudible, but the stimulation was amplified by her legs being pressed together. The small vibrator was vibrating like a mischievous child, drilling into her sensitive vagina and clitoris. Who would imagine that a model student, a well-behaved girl, had a remote-controlled vibrator under her skirt?
[I had a slight cold a couple of days ago... um, but it's okay... um...] Haru was really good at making things up, and with the flush on her face, although her voice trembled slightly, Dihai still believed it was due to the cold.
Finally, class ended. In the ten minutes or so before it was over, I kept changing the intensity of the vibrator, sometimes strong, sometimes weak. Whenever I felt Qing was about to reach her limit or was enjoying it too much, I would turn it off. This was my time to enjoy myself, not Qing's, so I had to keep her on edge and not let her get too comfortable.
As soon as class ended, Qing ran to the restroom, but since it was my turn to clean the blackboard, I obediently did so. However, I still turned on the remote control of the vibrator in my pocket and set it to medium. I knew that wireless products have a limited effective range; if the distance is too far, the remote control function is lost. I only needed to observe Qing's expression to know how far the effective range was. After a while, I suddenly heard a "Ah!" I turned around and saw Qing suddenly crouch down slightly in the hallway next to the classroom, as if her legs had lost their strength. Sure enough, the effective range was about fifteen meters. I turned it off, took the eraser to the hallway, and dusted off the chalk dust. Qing had slowly stood up and was talking to her girlfriends:
"I'm fine, I just suddenly felt weak. Maybe it's because I was in a rush this morning and didn't eat breakfast." "
[Qing, are you on your period? Let me tell you, I feel like that too. When I get my period, I feel weak all over, and it feels like worms are crawling in my stomach, it's painful and stuffy. My mom told me to drink some hot brown sugar water, and also..." The speaker was Qing's best friend, Xingjuan. Although she was a good person and very loyal, she was a bit of a chatterbox, and once she started talking, she couldn't stop.
However, she was also the only one who knew that Qing and I were boyfriend and girlfriend. Luckily, she kept her mouth shut when she shouldn't have, otherwise I would have been targeted by some sycophantic students and the school long ago. Because of this, we would deliberately keep our distance from each other at school to avoid getting into trouble, and when we wanted to go on dates, Xingjuan would often act as a third wheel to cover for us.
Qing glanced at me, her eyes slightly misty, but her expression held a smile, even a mischievous childish grin, as if to say, "Why is that all? Let's try again." Looking at Qing's adorable face, her cheeks still flushed, her cute little lips and big, bright eyes, I suddenly felt a pang of reluctance. I worried that what I was doing might embarrass her in front of everyone, and if they found out, would her model student image be ruined?
The bell rang, and everyone went into the classroom. Taking advantage of the opportunity to tidy up the blackboard eraser, I slowly walked back to the classroom, following behind Qing, and whispered, "Is this okay? Can I continue? Or should I give you the remote back?"
[I'm having so much fun, I'm really excited. Don't you think it's fun? I'm not satisfied yet. It would be best if you could make me a little more lewd. How about this, if you keep playing with me, I'll grant you one request, anything. Want to?"] I never expected Qing's answer to be like this. There's no need to compare the angel and the devil in my heart. The angel was thrown to the winds. The words "anything" reignited my desire. I could finally lose my virginity and no longer have to hide at home watching porn. Hahaha!
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think of how this girl always wore revealing clothes on our dates, whether intentionally or unintentionally. She was completely different from the demure girl at school. If my classmates had seen what Qing wore on our dates, they definitely wouldn't believe it. I complimented him on his looks, and he'd lean forward slightly, pulling down his already low-cut neckline a bit, saying, "It's even prettier inside!" But when my eyes darted towards his neckline, wanting to peek, he'd call me a pervert. Our dates were limited to holding hands, and occasionally I could kiss her cute lips, but I wasn't allowed to take anything further. Men's desires ultimately end up being confined to photo albums.
I've decided, men's desires trump everything. I'm going to continue playing with the vibrator remote. Since Qing doesn't mind, I want to know just how lewd she really is. On the other hand, the intimate games we played in class earlier—the tension, the thrill, the feeling of conquering and having the girl at my mercy—slowly surfaced, giving me a uniquely masculine sense of accomplishment. Beneath the seemingly innocent, obedient girl's skirt, I could decide her pleasure with a single finger. It's a tremendous temptation. I've decided to delve deeper into this temptation.
The second class was history, arguably the most tedious. The elderly male teacher, probably at least sixty, was taught by some historical factor that had kept him teaching at such an advanced age. Some teachers at the school were even his students, highlighting his considerable age.
The lesson involved him opening the textbook and then muttering to himself, seemingly reciting the content, but no one could understand him. This continued until the bell rang, at which point he closed the textbook and left the classroom. Qing also mentioned to me that even he couldn't understand what the teacher was saying, occasionally catching a phrase or two that was completely unrelated to the textbook. So, after about ten minutes, the entire classroom would fall into a drowsy atmosphere. Some diligent students would move to the back and frantically study other subjects, ignoring the teacher's concern.
But today is different. In my right pocket is a wireless remote control with only simple strong, medium, weak, and off switches, but it controls a vibrating egg inserted into the vagina of a seemingly innocent, pure-looking girl. This girl always swaps seats with classmates in history class to sit in the back row, meaning she's currently sitting right next to me.
Since I have the whole class period, I can take it slow. I first switch to the weak setting. Qing's brows furrow slightly, and her usually large, clear eyes narrow slightly, as if she's enduring something, or perhaps enjoying it. Her delicate, white hands, still holding a pen and gripping the book's edge, are showing some pressure, the pen tip digging into the page. Her left hand is now pinching the pages instead of holding them; her legs are trembling slightly from being squeezed together.
I watched Qing's expression with satisfaction, especially her eyes. I had never seen such beautiful and captivating eyes before; they seemed so deep they could draw you in, as if they could speak, conveying a myriad of emotions. It was because of Qing's eyes that I decided to pursue her. Now, those eyes seemed to speak too; her already watery eyes became even wetter, like a lake about to overflow. Qing glanced at me, and my little brother immediately stood up in respect—it was so alluring. Her eyes seemed to say, "Come quickly, come and possess me, but please be gentle, don't use force, or you'll crush me. Come and possess me.
" The remote control for the vibrator was switched to "medium," her eyebrows furrowed even deeper, her eyes narrowed even more, and her lips parted slightly, as if calling out something, uttering some meaningless sounds: "Hmm... Hmm, ahhh... Hmm..." It felt like she was holding something in her mouth, giving me an urge to shove my penis into Qing's mouth. I couldn't tell if she was enduring or enjoying it; she was enjoying the pleasure emanating from her lower body while enduring the pain of not being able to cry out. Her gaze was clearly on the book, but her focus was blurry; she hadn't turned a page in ten minutes.
Her hands had released the book and were gripping the edge of the table tightly, her shoulders were tense and hunched, and her legs were trembling irregularly, accompanied by her constantly shifting waist—as if trying to meet the waves of pleasure, or perhaps trying to escape its onslaught. Fortunately, the ceiling fan was on, its rumbling drowning out the sound of the vibrator, allowing me to confidently turn it to the highest setting.
Perhaps it was because she was sitting in the last row that Qing dared to be so uninhibited, though I could tell she was still deliberately keeping the noise down. I was increasingly eager to see what effect the "stronger" setting would have on Qing.
The intensity had been running for ten minutes straight, and Qing's expression grew increasingly ecstatic. Her face flushed crimson, especially her lips, which looked like they were rouged with lipstick. Her eyes were completely closed, her breathing became more rapid, and the movements of her legs and waist became more pronounced and rhythmic. I suddenly wondered if this little girl was about to climax. I decided to turn off the vibrator and see her reaction.
So I switched it to "off." Qing seemed a little surprised, opened her eyes, and glanced at me, her eyes seeming to say, "Why did you stop?" Then she slowly closed her eyes again, and her whole body began to relax very, very slowly. After a minute, seeing that Qing seemed to have relaxed enough, I suddenly switched the vibrator to "strong."
Qing jumped up from her chair as if bitten by a snake, letting out a cry of "Ah!" But Qing was quite clever; she immediately bit her left hand and lay on the table, as if she were sleeping in class, while her right hand pressed down on her skirt, trying to reduce the stimulation and the overwhelming pleasure. Anyway, there weren't many students still awake in class. A few who heard the noise turned around to look, then went back to sleep.
Qing seemed unable to handle the intensity of the "strong" vibrator. She bit her left arm tightly, still letting out cries of "ah ah ah," which grew louder and louder as her whole body curled up. Seeing this, I quickly turned off the vibrator. Qing finally let out a big sigh of relief and slowly relaxed, panting heavily, looking very exhausted. She lay there like that for twenty minutes until the bell rang. When Qing got up, I was startled because her eyes were full of tears, and she looked aggrieved. I rushed over and asked her what was wrong, if she was okay.
Qing suddenly reached out and hit me with both hands, a hard slap on my arm, and said to me: "
[Ugh, I was enjoying it, why did you turn it off suddenly?]" Luckily, class had just ended, and the classroom was in chaos, so no one noticed the corner of the classroom.
[Don't do that again, you made me drip all over the floor.]
I followed her gaze and saw that there were indeed a few drops of liquid on the floor, probably from her vaginal fluid. But this was too much.
[I need to go to the toilet to clean up.] I thought so too, with so much vaginal fluid, her underwear must be flooded. At this moment, I suddenly had a mischievous thought. Anyway, the teacher didn't use the blackboard at all this class, so I didn't have to be on duty. I'll go to the toilet with her.
I turned on the "weak" switch of the remote-controlled vibrator and followed Qing towards the toilet. I didn't intend to follow her into the girls' toilet, I just wanted to see how Qing would walk while being stimulated by the vibrator, but I didn't expect it to be so interesting. Qing tried hard to maintain her balance and normal walking posture, but the stimulation of the vibrator made her stop after two or three steps or even squat down. Even when she was walking, it seemed like she was enduring something.
[I was wondering why she was still moving. So you were following me out. Ah, um... You're so naughty... Ah...] Qing thought that it would be fine as long as she left the remote control range, but after walking for a while, she didn't expect that the vibrating egg under her skirt would still move. She turned around and found me behind her.
Just then, Di Hai appeared again, apparently heading to teach the class next to ours. Seeing Qing squatting down, looking distressed, he came over.
"[Qing, are you having a cold? Your face is so red. If you're feeling unwell, go to the infirmary and rest. Hey... who... you... it's you, your name is Xiang, right? Ask who's on duty today. Accompany Qing to the infirmary.]" How annoying! He doesn't even remember my name, only has eyes for pretty female students. "
[Teacher, I'm on duty today.]" Just then, the class bell rang. Di Hai looked at his watch and said urgently, "
[Okay, it's you then. Accompany your classmate to the infirmary. You don't need to attend this class. I'll ask the Chinese teacher for leave for you. I need to hurry to class too. Honestly, we're handing out test papers this class, I need to get there quickly. I'll check with the infirmary after class.]" And so, I openly helped Qing to the infirmary, of course, the vibrator still on.
Qing, her eyes half-closed, leaned on my shoulder as she walked with difficulty, constantly uttering sounds like "Ah, um, I can't take it anymore." Hearing her murmurs, I realized I was almost at my limit too. We
finally reached the infirmary, only to find a sign on the door:
[The nurse is in class this period. Please wait inside or come back next period. For urgent matters, please call 09xxxx.]
I turned off the remote control and asked Qing,
["Should we come back next period?"]
["Silly girl, of course we should go in first! I've started dripping again!"] Seeing a few more drops of colorless, transparent liquid dripping from Qing's skirt, I thought, "This girl is so sensitive."
We went into the infirmary. The furnishings were simple: two or three tables and a medicine cart, some mannequins on the cabinet, and two hospital beds in the adjacent room. Actually, the nurse was very kind. Sometimes when I didn't want to go to class, I would pretend to be sick and come to the infirmary to chat with her for a whole class period, then lie on the bed and sleep for another class period. The nurse always said,
"You're adults now. If you don't want to go to class, I won't force you to sit in the classroom, but you need to know what you're doing and be responsible for your actions."
I helped Qing to the bed, made her lie down, and then quietly pressed the switch on the vibrator.
"Ah... That's good, I can make a sound now... Ah... So comfortable."
The infirmary was located at the very edge of the school, next to the sports equipment room, so no noise would be heard, which is why it was my perfect place to catch up on sleep. As Qing spoke, her right hand reached inside her skirt, ignoring my staring eyes. Her left hand wasn't idle either, grabbing her breasts through her clothes.
"Ah, that's great... So good, ahh..." Seeing the girl I liked masturbating in front of me, I couldn't resist, and I reached out and touched her breasts.
[No, get your hands away, you can't touch me.] My hands were slapped twice. It's always like this; if my hands misbehave, I get scolded, sometimes even hit. But seeing this scene today, even though I was moaning, she wouldn't let anyone touch me. It's outrageous! The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, wanting to figure out how to teach this seemingly innocent but secretly lewd girl a lesson.
Wait a minute, Qing said she'd grant me a request. I originally wanted to have sex with Qing to lose my virginity. But I can't swallow this pride, and now I can use it. I turned off the vibrator, but Qing's hands moved even more vigorously, as if trying to replace the lost vibration with her hands.
[Qing, you said you'd grant me a request.]
[Yes, anything is fine, ah, so good.]
[Okay, I want you not to touch your own body with your hands today, no matter what you do, you absolutely cannot touch it.] Qing froze after hearing this, opening her eyes, which had been closed in enjoyment, as if in disbelief.
[My own hands can't touch myself?] A surge of pleasure welled up inside me. Although I'd lost the chance to have sex, seeing Qing's surprised expression made me admire myself. I was a genius.
"That's right, and to prevent you from cheating, whatever you touch can't touch your body." I was preventing Qing from holding the vibrator or touching me through her clothes, which would defeat my purpose. I didn't want you to only enjoy yourself.
"Okay, I promise." After a moment, Qing finally uttered these words, slowly pulling her hand out from under her skirt.
"What if you break the rules?"
"If I break the rules, for each time I do, I'll grant you one more promise, and the original promises will remain unchanged." "
Okay, then I'm relieved." She then turned the vibrator back on and adjusted it to a low intensity.
As soon as the buzzing sound appeared, Qing's expression became dazed again, her throat emitting incoherent sounds. Her hands unconsciously moved towards her skirt, but as soon as she moved, she remembered my command, so she could only tightly grip the sheets on both sides, desperately squeezing her legs together, while constantly shifting her body.
Seeing my opportunity, I grabbed Qing's chest with my right hand. Qing's reflex was to slap my arm, and slap it hard, as if to retaliate against my command. It hurt, but I wasn't unhappy at all.
[Very good, I have another thing for you to do. I said that nothing your hands touch can touch your body. You hit my hand, and my hand is on your body, which is the same as you touching your own body.]
[How can that be? Ah... Hmm... It's not fair, ah.]
[What's fair or unfair? You just agreed to it yourself, all the conditions were clearly stated, you just didn't notice.] After saying that, I started to unbutton the first two buttons of Qing's uniform, revealing her pink bra. This was the first time I'd seen Qing's underwear. Her bra was decorated with lace, a very cute style, perfect for a cute girl like Qing. But what surprised me was that it was a front-closure bra, a perfect match for Qing's inherently wanton nature.
Qing instinctively reached out to cover her breasts and push my hand away, but the thought of touching her again and having to do something else made her afraid to imagine what tricks I might play on her. Her hand froze in mid-air, too afraid to move. But the vibrator below continued to send waves of pleasure through her, her body involuntarily twisting, creating a beautiful scene.
Seeing Qing's struggle only fueled my lust, a sadistic instinct rising within me. I wanted to further torment this beautiful, angelic-faced, wanton woman before me. I gently unbuttoned the front clasp with both hands, and her heavy breasts popped out. Qing wasn't tall, and many classmates assumed her figure wouldn't be anything special, but that wasn't the case. Qing had a very slim waist, only 23 inches, and although she was only a C-cup, it had the visual effect of a D-cup. Her buttocks were also perky, making her figure appear S-shaped from the side. She deliberately wore a size too big in her uniform to conceal her beautiful figure. Now, of course, she couldn't hide it anymore. Perhaps because she rarely saw the sun, her breasts were white and tender, seemingly ready to drip moisture.
Looking at Qing's firm breasts and pale pink areolas, they were truly exquisite. Of course, I didn't hold back, grabbing one in each hand and beginning to savor them.
Mmm, such a soft feel, like cotton candy, or like a warm steamed bun—such a comfortable touch. I squeezed them a little harder, letting my fingers sink into her breasts, watching them change shape in my hands like mochi. It was such a wonderful and comfortable sensation. I gently touched the tip of the raisin and found it was still firm and erect, completely different from mine. It was amazing. I gently rubbed the nipple, letting my palm and fingers slide over it, and I heard a moan, "Ah... no there... don't touch me." So this was a sensitive area. Well then, I wouldn't hold back.
I deliberately turned off the vibrator first, then pressed my lips to Qing's and began to kiss her. My hands attacked her breasts, kneading her soft, white breasts as if trying to squeeze out water. Qing couldn't make a sound because I had blocked her mouth, only letting out "ooh... ahh..." sounds from her throat. Before, my kisses with Qing were just light kisses, but even so, I still enjoyed Qing's lips.
I gently stuck out my tongue, and to my surprise, Qing also stuck out her tongue. We kissed deeply, exchanging saliva. It turned out that this little girl's true nature had just not been discovered before. Listening to Qing's moans, and feeling the intoxicating sensation in my hands, my pants were already bulging, and I really couldn't wait to get started.
[Turn it on! I'm so itchy down there, don't keep me in suspense, you're a bad guy, give it to me now.] The vibrator was slow to move, only her breasts were being stimulated, neither going up nor down, and she couldn't use her hands to do it herself. This little slut was starting to get impatient. If the classmates heard these words coming from the mouth of Qing, who usually seemed a bit dazed but had a sweet appearance, they would definitely think they were dreaming.
[You've got a vibrating egg, but what about me? Who's going to comfort my hard-on?]
[But if you touch my breasts, I can't use my hands to help you.] Having just been punished once, Qing was quite clever and didn't dare to do it again.
[Besides hands, there are other ways to help me!] I can finally abandon my eighteen years of virginity.
Qing tilted her head and thought for a moment, her already rosy cheeks suddenly turning bright red.
[You're such a bad person, then don't touch me yet.] Unexpectedly, Qing suddenly pulled down my zipper, reached into my "reservoir," and pulled out my already proud and erect penis. The dark glans, already moistened with secretions, had a lewd smell, and Qing actually swallowed it whole.
I froze for a moment. In an instant, I felt a warm temperature spread to my penis. The soft touch slowly moved from the tip to the side, and then my entire penis was enveloped in a warm sensation, as if it were soaking in warm water, while hundreds of tiny soft worms massaged and sucked on my penis. Is this oral sex? How can something feel so good? I felt like my penis was melting. I unconsciously let out a soft moan, "Ah, so good... so comfortable."
[I want it too, hurry up and turn it on, it's so itchy down there! Come and touch my breasts, squeeze them.] Qing put her hands behind her back and quickly swallowed and spat out my penis with her mouth, saying indistinctly.
Although this was different from what I expected, well... whatever, I quickly turned on the vibrator and adjusted it to a low intensity. My hands returned to Qing's breasts, and I rubbed them even harder.
[Ah ah...] "That's it, mmm, so good, so comfortable." Our current position is incredibly lewd. Qing is kneeling between my legs, her hands behind her back, her shoulders resting on my thighs. Her breasts droop, peeking out from under her uniform with only two or three buttons undone. Her neck moves rapidly as she swallows and releases my penis through her mouth, while a vibrating egg vibrates inside her vagina. I, on the other hand, hold Qing's breast with one hand and her hair with the other, moving back and forth, watching my penis appear and disappear in her mouth. Qing's expression is a mixture of pain and pleasure. Looking at Qing's lovely face, her soft lips swallowing and releasing my ugly penis, this incongruous visual stimulation is amazing. Combined with the incredible pleasure from my hands and penis, I feel my penis swelling even more in Qing's throat. I never imagined my penis could grow so big. So this is what sex feels like!
I closed my eyes, savoring the pleasure emanating from my lower body. It felt a million times better than using my hand. The soft, moist mouth, combined with the slightly rough texture of her tongue scraping against my penis, and the way her lips contracted into an "O" shape as she released it, grazing the most sensitive area around the glans, all intensified my pleasure.
This continued for three to five minutes, growing increasingly pleasurable and intense, when I noticed Qing's swallowing and releasing speed slowing down. Her mouth must have gotten tired. Qing slightly opened her eyes, looking at me with a pleading gaze. Seeing her helpless and innocent expression, a desire to further ravage her arose within me.
I adjusted the vibrator to medium intensity and made Qing kneel on the bed, keeping my penis still in her mouth. I couldn't bear to leave her warm mouth, so I stood up. Qing looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression.
"Tired? Let me do it." I placed both hands on Qing's hair and began to sway my hips, my penis moving in and out of Qing's mouth again. It felt so good; men really do prefer the feeling of being in control.
"I'm fucking Qing's mouth, you know?" I never expected such words to come out of my mouth, but I found that saying them aloud gave me even more pleasure, a feeling of conquest. It was truly exhilarating. And Qing's mouth seemed even tighter; when my penis tried to withdraw, I could feel a suction force holding onto the glans, making it even more pleasurable. I started to feel like I wanted to ejaculate.
I looked down at Qing, who was swallowing and releasing my penis.
"I'm going to cum!" I began to sway my hips harder and more forcefully, each thrust reaching the deepest part of Qing's throat before withdrawing. My hands gripped Qing's head tightly, preventing her from pulling back. Qing's throat began to make sounds:
"Ahhh... I... want to too... Ah, I'm coming, ah, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Qing's whole body was tightly curled up, trembling continuously.
Suddenly, I felt waves of pleasure surging through my lower body. I ejaculated, spraying streams of thick fluid into Qing's mouth—the most I'd ever ejaculated in a single session. Even I was surprised at how much I'd released. It felt incredibly good, amazing!
Only after I was sure I was finished did I reluctantly pull away from Qing's mouth. I slumped onto the bed, turned off the vibrator, and watched as Qing's expression slowly relaxed.
Finally, Qing opened her eyes, looking at me with a complex expression—not angry or sad, but not happy either. I stared at Qing, unable to decipher her thoughts. I wondered what she was thinking about what had just happened between us.
Then I realized Qing hadn't made a sound, and noticed her bulging lips. My semen was still inside her mouth. I quickly looked around for tissues or a towel. Just then, the school bell rang over the loudspeaker. Class was over. We'd spent the whole period playing in the infirmary. Is this what they mean by happy times always fly by?
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the infirmary doorway:
"Li Yuqing, are you there? Are you alright?" It was Di Hai. That old geezer actually left class early to come see Qing! What a pervert! He'd only be this concerned if a male student was sick! This is bad! Qing and I are still disheveled. If we're discovered, Qing's image and reputation will be ruined.
"Strange, why is no one here? Could they be in the break room?" The voice grew closer. This is serious. Suddenly, Qing lay down, pointed at me, then at the person beside her. I understood and quickly pulled the blanket over us both. I pressed myself tightly against Qing, pretending she was alone.
"Li Yuqing, are you in there? I'm coming in." Di Hai was already at the break room door. I suddenly remembered that both of our shoes were still by the bed. If my shoes were seen, it would give us away, but there was no time to hide them again. Just then, another familiar voice came:
"Teacher Chen, what brings you here? Is something wrong?" "It's the nurse, maybe she can be saved."
"Nurse Zhang, have you seen Li Yuqing from my class here? She's not feeling well, so I asked another student from my class to come with her."
[I just got back from nursing class, they're probably in the break room!] In that short time, I immediately got out of bed, pushed my shoes under the bedside table, and went back to my original spot. I've never been this efficient in my life. Just as I pulled the covers up, I heard the door open.
[Sure enough, here she is. Li seems to be asleep. Her face is flushed. I'll touch her to see if she has a fever. Hmm, her forehead and face are hot. I'll grab a thermometer to check. In that case, I'll wake Li up first. Li Yuqing, Li Yuqing. Wake up.] After a slight shaking, I heard Qing mumble a reply:
[Hmm.] I suddenly realized that the semen was still in Qing's mouth, and she hadn't had time to clean it out. No wonder her voice was mumbled.
[Li, I need to take your temperature. Do you want it oral or under your arm?] [
I'll take her under her arm. I don't even know if the thermometer was properly sterilized.] Dead Sea, she probably wants to see if she can get a taste of ice cream. Making it sound so nice. However, if we were to take an axillary temperature, the blanket would be pulled open, and Qing and I would be exposed to the elements. You see, Qing's two large breasts are still exposed to the sun outside her uniform.
[Teacher Chen, please be polite. My equipment is extremely sterile and hygienic. I won't use it on students without thorough sterilization.]
[Nurse Zhang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just wanted to say, well, it's always better to be careful, right? Haha...] That's so satisfying! Serves him right. The nurse ignored him and asked Qing directly:
[I respect students' opinions. Li, which side do you want to have measured?] I leaned against Qing, my head pressed against her chest to avoid being noticed. I was sure I heard a "gurgle" and then Qing's voice:
[Thank you, Nurse. I'll take your oral temperature then. I heard it's more accurate.] Qing's pronunciation was still so clear and articulate. Wait, how could she speak so clearly with her mouth full of semen? That means Qing swallowed all my semen. Thinking of this, my little brother involuntarily stood up again.
[Okay, open your mouth. Okay, hold it for three minutes. By the way, Teacher Chen, didn't you say that another student came with her?]
[It's okay, checking on Li Yuqing's condition is more important.] Di Hai's biased view of girls over boys was fully revealed. And so, the nurse and Di Hai started chatting casually.
Now that the crisis was over, and this was a rare opportunity, I naturally had to make good use of it. My hand slowly climbed up Qing's breasts and started kneading them again. They felt amazing, but the raisins were soft, not as firm as before. Afraid of being discovered, I dared not make any large movements with my hands. I gently and slowly traced circles and arcs, from the periphery all the way to the center, inch by inch, caressing the skin as if to confirm its location. Then, I slowly caressed back outwards from the center. Gradually, I noticed that the nipples were starting to stand up again, so I focused on the center.
I used my fingertips and palms to gently glide over and touch the nipples, from my fingertips to my palms, then gently sliding my palms left and right to touch the protrusions. Sometimes I would gently rotate them with two fingers, sometimes I would push the nipples back and forth with my index finger, like pushing a roly-poly toy. It was so much fun, I enjoyed this game within this small space.
"Ah, um," Qing couldn't help but let out a soft cry. Then she heard the nurse's voice:
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Oh, right, I got so caught up in our conversation that I forgot the time. Are you reminding me that three minutes have passed?" "Okay, okay, let me see. Hmm, thankfully, I don't have a fever." Strangely, her face and forehead still felt a little hot. [
Teacher Chen, I think it's better to let Li rest for another class period. The bell is about to ring, so I'll need to ask you to let the teacher know next period. I have a free period today, and I'll take care of her here.]
[Okay, I have to go to class now. Today is the busiest day of the week, I'm really tired. I'll be going now.]
Not long after Di Hai left, the bell rang, but then the school broadcast: "Nurse Zhang from the infirmary, Nurse Zhang from the infirmary, please come to the student affairs office immediately, thank you." Schools rarely broadcast after the bell rings; they usually broadcast during breaks to avoid disrupting classes. It must be something important.
[Nurse, it's okay for you to go. I'll sleep a little longer, it'll be fine.]
[What a good student! I'll be right back, you rest for a bit.]
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