Spraying in the classroom

In my final year of junior high, I became very close to a girl in my class. Our relationship progressed from playful banter during breaks to me walking her home after evening self-study sessions. It was my first love. I was only 15 then, and it was the first time I'd had such a close relationship with a girl. I was incredibly nervous every time we were together, and it still seems kind of funny when I think about it now. We lived relatively close to each other, and sometimes we would walk in a quiet alley near our homes. She had a great figure, large, hemispherical breasts, slender legs, and fair skin. Her school uniform consisted of a white shirt and a sky-blue skirt. Perhaps because of her firm breasts, her clothes always wrinkled around her breasts, but remained smooth in the middle. "It's probably very tight, isn't it?" I secretly glanced at her chest, and my little brother unconsciously got hard. I was very embarrassed at the time, afraid that she would see the bulge in my sweatpants, so I had to lean forward slightly and walk with a stoop. I wonder if she noticed at the time. Later, after wandering around the alleys more, I started to get bolder, but it was still just hugging her and gently kissing her face. Her breasts pressed against my chest, soft and very elastic, so I got mischievous and hugged her tighter and tighter. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and the hemispheres became flattened. Stroking her back, I could feel how smooth her skin was even through her school uniform. Once, after hugging, we continued to wander aimlessly in the alleys. She blushed a little and said, "Yours... is so long." My mind went blank for a moment, and I felt incredibly embarrassed. It must have been because when I was hugging her earlier, my penis was pressing against her, and she noticed. After similar incidents happened several times, I grew bolder, haha. Back then, in the third year of junior high, the school required everyone to stay at school for evening self-study. After self-study ended at 8 pm, she and I would walk home together. One evening after self-study, instead of going straight home, we went to wander around that alley again. The houses on both sides of that alley were villas, mostly inhabited by overseas Chinese or something similar, who rarely came back, so it was rare to see anyone around. So, under the dim streetlights, it was just the two of us. I leaned against a streetlamp, hugging her from behind, my face pressed against her shoulder-length short hair. I could see the rise and fall of her chest. She was still wearing a white shirt that day. Although my hands around her slender waist could feel that the school uniform was still quite loose around the waist, her chest seemed a little tight. The school uniform was white and rather thin, and under the dim streetlamp, the pattern of her bra was faintly visible. I swallowed hard, my penis already pressing restlessly against her waist, my temples throbbing, and I felt a little dazed. Although I was worried that she would get angry, my hands still couldn't help but sneakily move upwards from her waist. She clearly felt my hands moving, looking down at them. I was incredibly nervous, but my hands kept moving upwards. My thumbs had already touched something slightly hard, probably the bottom edge of her bra. My intentions were completely exposed. She was still watching, silent, her chest heaving. For a moment, the air seemed to freeze. I was caught in a bind, and couldn't think straight. I lifted my hands and grasped her full breasts. The feeling at that moment is unforgettable. An extremely soft and elastic sensation quickly traveled from my fingertips to my cerebral cortex, accompanied by a delicate fragrance… Suddenly, she grabbed my hands, like a bolt from the blue, making me extremely uneasy. What was wrong with her? She must dislike what I'm doing; will she think I'm being lewd? A flurry of guesses flashed through my mind. From behind, I saw her head bowed, holding my hands, as if watching me. I didn't dare move. Suddenly, she placed my hands back on her breasts, her small hands still gripping mine. The summer school uniform was so thin; I could feel that under it wasn't a bra, but a small tank top. My boldness grew; I squeezed my fingers together and grasped her breasts, the elasticity making me dizzy! Then, she grabbed my hands and slowly began to knead them. I loosened my grip, and as she gently massaged her breasts, my penis became hard, and something seemed to leak from the tip. I was losing control, my lower body rubbing against her tailbone in rhythm with her movements. Then I felt something hard pressing against my palm, and I slowly kneaded her breasts, the hard thing wriggling with it. "Her nipples," I thought, though somewhat delirious, I still had common sense. Her hands slowly moved away, my heart pounding, and my hands left her chest, slipping under her school uniform. First, I touched her waist, a smooth sensation. I moved upwards, touching her vest. It was pure cotton. She tilted her head back, looking at me with a half-smile, a blush on her cheeks. I bent over so my hands could reach inside. First, I lifted her tank top with my fingers, discovering it was elastic. Taking advantage of the moment, I flicked it upwards, and two warm, fleshy mounds sprang into my palm. I almost suffocated. Stroking her silky skin, I gently pinched her nipple. She let out a soft gasp. I pinched and played with it with my index finger and thumb. I realized how big a girl's nipple was—like a peanut, a bit long, and the feel was different from a breast. I couldn't resist pinching it. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, closing her eyes. I panicked a little and quickly asked if I had hurt her. She smiled slightly and shook her head, still with her eyes closed,
and whispered, "It feels good, keep going." So I began to knead her breasts with my palms, pinching her nipples with my fingers, my movements gradually becoming bolder. I pushed her nipples up and down, or gently pulled them outwards. I remember that when I did this, she bit her lip, and her arms around my neck tightened...
I pinched her nipples, kissing her neck incessantly, and she moaned softly. My blood surged, my brain raced, and the world around me receded like a receding tide, leaving only our heartbeats. I abruptly turned her around, pinning her against the wall, face to face. Her eyes were glazed, her hair slightly disheveled. I unbuttoned her blouse, and the lifted cotton vest revealed a pair of fleshy mounds. Two pink nipples stood proudly erect, with a few fine hairs on their areolas. I grabbed her breasts without hesitation. Her nipples peeked out from between my fingers. I rubbed them together with my index and middle fingers, the nipples stimulating her areolas. A soft moan escaped her throat. Her hands roamed around my waist, caressing my lower abdomen. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her hand touched my glans. Like a flash of cool lightning, I grabbed her small hand and pressed it against my penis. Even through my pants, she slowly explored, gradually taking hold of it. Still not satisfied, I grabbed her hand again and quickly shoved it inside my underwear. Her small hand, like a cool, silky thread, gently held my shaft, giving my burning erection a cooling sensation. Thick fluid oozed from my glans, which I smeared on her wrist. A sudden, inexplicable urge surged through me; I gripped her breast tightly, lowered my head, and bit down on her nipple. She suppressed a gasp, then groaned. I sucked on her pink nipple with all my might, teasing it with my tongue between sucks, and biting hard on the areola with my teeth. Suddenly, I jerked my head up, biting her nipple, and she instinctively gripped my penis tightly. I almost lost my mind. Holding her hand, I kept stroking my penis, which was throbbing painfully. My other hand was still forcefully kneading her round breasts, while I lowered my head and frantically sucked on her nipple, letting out a beast-like moan. She gripped my shoulder tightly with her other hand, biting her lower lip, making a sound that seemed like a sob. Her breasts exuded a strong fragrance, and I couldn't help but press my face against her right breast, feeling its gentle warmth. Suddenly, a tingling sensation ran down my spine, and my penis trembled violently. She instinctively gripped my penis, an uncontrollable spasm seeming to come from ancient times. I ejaculated violently, spurting out streams of hot semen onto her hands. She was somewhat startled, but still held onto my penis tightly. A wave of intense pleasure washed over me, and I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, my head resting heavily on her breasts, which I had pinched until they were slightly red… I can't remember how I got home that day. I lied and said I had gone to do some work for the teachers. I didn't pay attention in class and often slept in class, but I was still a decent student, and apart from the strict English teacher, I was quite friendly with the other teachers, so sometimes I would help them correct papers or something. My mother naturally believed me. Until I went to sleep, the images of us making love were still vivid in my mind, hazy and indistinct. I didn't know if it was math or physics, if I got it right or wrong, or even if I had done it at all. I've been doubting whether these things really happened; it all seems so fast, so unreal. I'm usually a respectable person, always deferential to girls, so why did I seem a bit off when I was with her? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. In my hazy state, I saw a bright moon outside the window, a radiant moon hanging in the sky like a white jade plate, with wisps of green silk spreading out, like the green vines summoned by the Druids… When I opened my eyes again, it was already 7:20 in the morning. I was shocked and quickly found another watch; it was still 7:20. I immediately jumped out of bed, grabbed my pants and schoolbag, and hopped downstairs, speeding away amidst the shouts of the old gatekeeper. Luckily, I found the world in chaos as soon as I entered the classroom. The politics teacher, who was also my homeroom teacher and was under 160cm tall, was yelling at the top of his lungs, "You must obey the assignments and get to your new seats right now!" The first class was politics, how could the homeroom teacher be so stupid as to change seats so early in the morning? Of course, everyone was slacking off in an organized manner. I looked at the new seating chart, what? I turned around and searched through the crowd. In the corner of the classroom, my first love, Fei, was smiling at me, one hand on her hip, the other pointing to the seat next to her. Her clean white tank top was faintly visible beneath her shirt, and my face flushed instantly. I quickly walked over. "You didn't volunteer, did you?" She seemed to suddenly remember something, her face also turning slightly red. She said, "What? The homeroom teacher said it's more convenient for two language arts representatives to sit together to collect homework; it's a beneficial measure. Besides, if you're a good student, other students can sit in the front. Of course, if you can't see, you can apply to move to the front." From then on, we became deskmates. I don't know what that meant, but today when they collected the composition books, there was a very high stack of notebooks on our desks. I figured now we could sleep on two desks without anyone knowing. I secretly glanced at Fei, only to find her reading comics, a slight smile on her lips, her fair cheeks flushed. I reached out and touched her wrist; it felt delicate. She thought I wanted to hold her hand, so she held the comic book in one hand and reached out with the other without turning her head. My hand froze in mid-air, and her fingers pressed against my lower abdomen… I was startled; her hand grasped nothing, and she immediately blushed. At that moment, we were both somewhat at a loss. The political class continued in its incredibly boring way. I held Fei's hand and placed it on my thigh, feeling the soft, boneless gentleness of her small hand. This gentleness was so familiar to me; the events of last night flashed before my eyes again. Unconsciously, my little brother stood up. I stole a glance at her and saw that she was still holding the comic book, but her eyes were looking at me with some surprise. I froze for a moment, and she noticed my gaze too. Our eyes met, and we were both a little embarrassed. She bit her lower lip, frowned, and pointed to the mound of blood in my pants. I grinned and shrugged, indicating that it wasn't something I could control. The teacher then asked a question, and someone unfortunately stood up to answer. I looked up and suddenly gasped: she had playfully flicked my penis. It quickly swelled and stiffened. I sat in the last row, on the far right by the window, with a view of the scenery outside the junior high building. She sat to my left. Then she simply lay down facing me, and with a huge pile of composition books in front of us, unless someone else stood up, no one could see what we were doing. Perhaps this situation gave her the courage to be mischievous. After the first flick, she continued with a second, a third… She seemed to notice that each flick was slightly different (because the point of impact varied, so the trajectory of the simple vibrations was not exactly the same each time), and thus she became quite interested. I looked at her, and she smiled back and made a face. She reached out and gently touched the top of the mountain, as if stroking a child's head, and I gasped again. She noticed my action, seemed somewhat puzzled, and leaned her head on the table, straining to tilt it: "Does it hurt?" I smiled wryly, of course not. She said: "Let me see." As if she wanted to borrow my eraser. I widened my eyes; wasn't this a bit too outrageous? Everyone around us was being brainwashed; no one noticed what the two language arts representatives sitting at the back were doing. She had already taken action, slowly unzipping my pants, her small hand reaching in to pull down my awkwardly tucked-in underwear. My penis sprang out immediately, and she quickly pulled her hand back, her eyes wide as she stared at the erection. I placed my hand on the table, watching her, unsure whether I should comfort her, but had I scared her? This was truly strange. She stuck her tongue out at me, then reached out and grasped my penis, saying, "It's so hot, you jerk." Her fair fingers circling my dark penis provided a strong visual stimulation, but unfortunately, others didn't have the chance to witness it, haha. She stroked my glans with her thumb, and I couldn't help but twitch. She frowned: "Dare to move?" Then she pulled hard, only to find that I immediately became even harder. Her face flushed slightly, and she laughed, saying, "Are you exaggerating?" I nodded in agreement. She noticed a crack on the glans, and curiously pried it open with her fingers to take a look. A
surge of excitement coursed through her, and she gently stroked the skin beneath the glans with her thumb and forefinger, moving it up and down. My expression at that moment must have been very complex, but under the onslaught of pleasure that followed, I bit my lip and stared wide-eyed at the energetically lecturing homeroom teacher. Although her movements weren't quite as good as mine, I found it incredibly stimulating. Just then, the bell rang at an inopportune moment, and everything immediately
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Duan, she was also very responsible in stuffing my unruly little brother inside. All morning, I was listless, internally burning with desire, my hands constantly grabbing at the air as if they'd practiced eagle claw kung fu. After dealing with four classes, everyone surged towards the cafeteria, the snack shops on the street, and some probably even went to entertainment venues. The entire junior high school building was deathly silent. She and I stayed in the classroom, seemingly in perfect unison. She smiled proudly at me, and I pulled her close, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her cheek deeply. My hands unconsciously climbed up her waist, touching her breasts; she narrowed her eyes. I gently squeezed them; so soft, my penis hardened again. She noticed the small mounds of flesh reappearing on my pants, and with renewed interest, she pulled out my penis and began to play with it. Gradually, her nipples hardened, and I went from gently rubbing her breasts to pinching and kneading her nipples, pulling her shirt tighter with my hands, revealing a noticeable, strangely sexy bulge on her breast. She was also constantly stroking my penis, and I said, "Hurry up." She was very obedient. My breathing became heavy, and I abandoned her nipples, roughly grabbing her breasts and ravaging them again, occasionally lowering my head to kiss her neck, cheeks, and lips. My penis grew harder and harder, and I pressed my hand that had been supporting her back against her neck, saying, "Fei, help me, suck me, okay?" She pressed her face against mine and gave me a light kiss: "No, what's that taste like?" I said, "Fei, I can't take it anymore, please help me, just suck it." Unable to resist my pleading, she blushed, bent down, and first tentatively licked my glans with her tongue. I let out a soft moan; her tongue was incredibly soft and warm, like an electric current coursing through my glans, hitting my cerebral cortex. As if she had made a huge decision, after licking her lips, she immediately took my penis into her mouth. It felt like entering a warm cave, a wet tongue swirling up and down, and my lower body involuntarily arched upwards to allow my penis to penetrate further. I said, "Fei, like with your hand, quick, quick." She slowly began to move her tongue up and down, sometimes pressing it against the tip of my penis and gently flicking it, as if she were licking open a crevice in my flesh, and a sticky liquid seemed to flow out and stick to the tip of her tongue. This obscene feeling blinded me to everything around me; the cicadas chirping outside the window grew fainter and fainter. Her little tiger teeth would inadvertently scrape my penis, and sometimes she would curiously suck on my glans. I looked down at her; her shoulder-length hair was spread out in front of my eyes, and my dark pubic hair would occasionally brush against her slightly flushed face. I trembled slightly from waves of pleasure, reached out and unbuttoned her blouse, pulled open her cotton vest, and grabbed her two warm, large breasts, playing with them in rhythm with her movements, sometimes pinching and rubbing her nipples hard. Her mouth movements quickened, occasionally biting them. I gripped her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers. Finally, instinctively, I pulled down her breasts, thrusting my hips forward, my penis hardening, and I ejaculated violently in her mouth. She stopped moving, taking my penis into her mouth. My hand loosened, and I slumped onto the chair. She looked up, somewhat embarrassed, a few drops of semen still at the corner of her mouth. She smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at me, her face flushed. I took out a tissue and wiped the semen from the corner of her mouth. She carefully wiped my glans as well. She pinched my leg and said, "You have so much stuff, it's all leaking out." I suddenly remembered: "Huh? You...you swallowed it?" She nodded: "Yeah, it tasted so-so, not much, just a bit fishy. You sprayed so much out at once, I swallowed it without thinking." God, I was so touched. After cleaning up, I hugged her for a long, long time. Hehe, my girlfriend came over earlier and held my cup, drinking water. At noon, I made a cup of hot tea, and the aroma of my girlfriend lingering on the cup spread, filling the air with the scent of happiness. From then on, I looked forward to it every day, anticipating some new experiences. But the workload in the third year of junior high was getting heavier and heavier. We had tests every week, and there wasn't even time for flirting. Naturally, we became more well-behaved in class. Sometime before the midterms in the second semester of the third year, during a class meeting, our homeroom teacher, who taught politics, went up to the podium and announced the list of students who would be directly admitted to the next grade. Fei and I were on the list. We had done well on the three consecutive direct admission exams this semester, so we were somewhat prepared, but we were still very excited. From then on, we didn't have much to do except collect homework. The teacher advised us to study, but to hell with it, that idiot politics teacher. The next day, class continued as usual; this time it was math. Our math teacher, a young woman named Wanqing, had only been teaching for two years. She was exceptionally good at math, had short hair, was 160cm tall, had a healthy light brown complexion, was a bit thin, and had a full, round chest like two small apples. She was very lively and would throw chalk at students who were dozing off during class. I, of course, fell victim to her countless times. I liked to chat with her when we had free time, so we became quite close. Yesterday, when she found out I had been promoted directly to a higher level, she even asked me to treat her to a meal. Fei and I both pretended to sit properly, each holding a book. Sitting at the back, we weren't worried about disturbing others, so neither of our books were actually textbooks. Wanqing looked at me and smiled, then continued explaining her tricky problems, occasionally asking people to come up and solve them. I didn't know the answers, but that didn't matter anymore. I turned to look at Fei; she was reading comics. I stretched and leaned back in my chair, my left hand still holding the book, my right hand hanging naturally at my sides—or so it appeared from Wanqing's perspective, of course. Actually, I had my hand on Fei's thigh. Fei glanced at me, pouted, and continued reading her book. My hand rested on her skirt, slowly moving to the hem, my fingers touching her knee. The weather was unusually hot, but her skin was cool, like touching a smooth piece of crystal. I moved my hand away from her skirt and slipped it inside. Her skin was beautiful, supple, and her thighs were very soft. As my hand moved upwards, her skirt was slightly lifted. I checked her reaction; she knew I was watching her, stuck out her tongue, and then focused on her comic book again. I was secretly pleased; Fei didn't object, so I continued my exploration upwards. Her skirt had ridden up quite a bit, and my fingers suddenly touched the fabric—her panties. She seemed oblivious, leaning over the table, her hands clasped under her book as she continued reading. I moved along the edge of her panties, reaching between her legs. Everything was soft, yet very elastic. My hand was now on her lower abdomen, on the outer side. Her skirt was still obediently covering her thighs, but mine had been lifted sexily to her waist, revealing the edge of her panties. She buried her face, as if dozing off. I grew bolder, my fingers moving between her legs. Her legs were slightly parted, just enough for my middle and index fingers to fit in the middle. I gently ran my fingers upwards, feeling the pressure on her pubic hair, making a soft sound. I stroked her again and again, from top to bottom and then from bottom to top. My genitals began to arouse, my penis pressing against the desk. After playing with her for a while, I greedily wanted to put my hand inside. So I used my middle finger to pull back the inside of her panties, and I looked down to see her pubic hair peeking out, somewhat shiny. Suddenly, she reached out, her head still buried, and grabbed my penis hard. I found it incredibly arousing, and immediately inserted both my index and middle fingers into her panties. The first sensation was warmth and wetness; my middle finger pressed against her labia, soft and sticky at the tip, the surrounding pubic hair feeling like cotton cushioning my hand. My middle finger reached down, trying to stay close to the bottom of her labia, and slowly pulled it up. With a little pressure, her labia parted slightly, enveloping my middle finger. I continued to move upwards, feeling her labia gradually close. My finger lifted, touching the upper end of her labia, as if I had touched a small protrusion. Fei's body suddenly trembled, and she reached out again. I was wearing sweatpants that day, and wanting to startle her, I gently pulled away, my right hand quickly pulling down my pants and underwear, my penis sprang out, pointing angrily at the ceiling. Fei's hand just then reached out and grabbed my penis. The cicadas outside the window were chirping loudly, but I shuddered. Her delicate hand, holding my penis, froze, probably taken aback. Wanqing was still calmly explaining her math problems on the podium, and all the students were watching her. We were at the very back of the class, and there was no one else in our row, so they didn't see our exciting scene: I lifted Fei's skirt and slipped my hand inside her panties, where a tuft of pubic hair peeked out. I pulled down my pants, and Fei reached out her right hand and grasped my penis, which seemed to be throbbing. Like a scene from a pornographic DVD I'd seen at Tang Pangzi's place, I gently stroked Fei's clitoris, sometimes circling the bulge. As for Tang Pangzi, I glanced at him; he was in the middle of the front row, reading a book filled with Japanese. This guy got promoted but still lives such a stressful life, learning Japanese just to play video games. I gently played with Fei's clitoris while watching her. Although her head was down, I could still see her face was flushed, a beautiful peach-red. Her hand, in retaliation, began to stroke my penis up and down. My breathing became a little labored, but my fingers remained dedicated. After a few rotations, I gently pressed her clitoris, sometimes even slipping my middle finger under her labia to dab some of her vaginal fluid on her clitoris. My ring finger and thumb continuously stroked her pubic hair, making a rustling sound. After a while…I moved back to above her clitoris. There was a fold of skin above her clitoris, like a foreskin covering it. I pinched and rubbed her clitoral foreskin, and her clitoris bounced up and down in rhythm. She let out a soft moan, "Mmm..." Luckily, Wanqing's voice was louder, and no one heard Fei's moan. After a while, Fei suddenly intensified her movements, gripping my penis tightly and stroking it forcefully. My penis throbbed, becoming harder and harder. I straightened my back, trying to extend my legs as much as possible. Glistening fluid oozed from the glans. I also quickened my movements, alternating between two fingers, rapidly pulling at her clitoris. Through her pulled-back panties, I could see her pink labia secreting a lot of sticky fluid, some of it sticking to her pubic hair. Her grip tightened, as if she wanted to crush my penis. It hurt a little, but the stimulation excited me intensely. I gritted my teeth, pulled out a tissue, and covered my glans. My left hand quickened its movements, stimulating her clitoris fiercely. Two dark marks appeared on her bra; I knew her nipples were hardening too. Looking at her wet labia, a chill ran down my spine. My penis twitched heavily, then began to convulse violently. Fei gripped my foreskin even more tightly, scraping the underside of my penis with her thumb, helping to squeeze out large amounts of semen. My spasms slowed, and my purplish glans ejaculated its last spurt of semen. Fei's hand was still tightly stroking my penis in rhythm with my manipulation of her clitoris. Suddenly, her hand stopped moving and instead gripped my penis, her hand trembling incessantly. My movements became faster and faster, and she abruptly pulled her hand away, pressing my fingers against her labia. A gush of scalding, sticky, and hot vaginal fluid hit my hand. I glanced at the podium; Wanqing had turned away and was writing something. So I reached out and grabbed Fei's breast, squeezing it so tightly it was almost deformed, then quickly pinched and tugged at her two hard nipples. She turned her head, which had been bowed, and smiled at me, her face flushed… A wonderful day had come to an end. Fei went home first, and I went to the office to get my homework. Only Wanqing was there. I smiled and said, “Hey beautiful, aren’t you leaving yet?” while flipping through the homework on the Chinese teacher’s desk. Wanqing’s face suddenly turned red: “You little rascal, don’t bother me. I have to supervise your class’s evening self-study tonight.” I looked up: “Really? Luckily, I don’t have to do evening self-study.” As I said this, I picked up a large stack of homework books to take back to the classroom. As I walked past her desk, I noticed she was wearing a white, sleeveless dress that hugged her firm little bottom. The dress was a light brown color, and I think her nipples were the same color too. Oh dear, Fei had really stirred my lustful desires today. A thought struck me, and I moved closer, resting my chin on her shoulder and nuzzling her short hair. "What are you doing?" I asked. Her face flushed again. "Go away, go play with your deskmate." Feeling awkward, I slunk out of the office. Suddenly, something felt off, and my heart started pounding. This Wanqing, although she's my teacher, we usually play together all the time. I've never treated her like a teacher, and she's never blushed like this before. The strangest thing is, she even told me to go play with my deskmate… Could she have seen what happened today? I couldn't help but feel nervous. After thinking for a while, I realized she hadn't really looked at me much during class. How could that be? Anyway, I couldn't figure anything out, so I didn't care. After the homework was handed out, Fatty Tang came over and dragged me to his house to play so I could study politics for the postgraduate entrance exam. It was so annoying!!! I only managed to read a few pages all night, I'm going to die! I kept thinking about what Wanqing said that day, so I didn't dare to be too arrogant in class, especially her class. But I didn't tell Fei about what happened that day, lest I scare her and she won't let me touch her at school anymore. Is that a bit naughty? Hehe. It's summer after all, and Fei was dressed sexily. Normally everyone should wear school uniforms, but now that we're direct-entry students, nobody cares. So today Fei was wearing her own white shirt and a light blue skirt that just covered her knees. Fei's shirt seemed to be three-dimensionally tailored, quite narrow at the waist, often feeling a bit tight and wrinkled at the chest. The three-quarter sleeves just revealed her fair elbows. I liked seeing her wear it. When she first came in, she said it was a bit tight above the waist. I reached out and placed my hand on her side, my thumb just below her breast. I chuckled and secretly cupped her breast with my thumb, asking, "Is it tight here?" She nervously said yes. I suddenly remembered we were in a classroom; was this a bit inappropriate? Just as I was about to let go, I noticed a dark mark on her breast, visible through her somewhat transparent bra. This little woman, why was she getting excited? I swallowed hard, trying to avoid looking at her aroused breasts. I fell asleep during math class. Finally, I could get a peaceful nap, right? I was dreaming of playing a hero fighting monsters when, without warning, I got hit on the head with a chalk stick. Just as I was about to unleash my full power, Fei shook me awake… I looked up and saw Fatty Tang looking back at me with smug satisfaction, and Wanqing standing arrogantly on the platform, staring at me with chalk. Now I was going to get another piece of her chalk?! I sighed at my bad luck. Being too familiar with the teacher often means she'll make an example of you, because you won't actually turn against her… I forced myself to stay awake and read my novel. Fei covered her mouth and chuckled mischievously, watching her innocent-looking boy again. Self-study period. I was slowly scraping my ice cream with a spoon, while everyone was frantically writing, doing all sorts of exercises. Fatty Tang was also writing furiously, but I bet he was writing something that would make even boys blush. Suddenly seized by lust, I put down my ice cream, grabbed Fei, and pulled her onto my lap. Fei put down her book, smiled, closed her eyes, and lay on top of me. I placed my hands on her tight shirt, gently kneading her breasts. I grasped one in my palm, pinching her still small nipple between my index and middle fingers, feeling it slowly harden. I looked around; everyone was very focused, so I tiptoed and unbuttoned a few buttons on Fei's blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, but one of those very stretchy tank tops. I gently lifted it up, and her two white breasts bounced. I love Fei's nipples the most. Her areolas are pink with a few soft hairs around them. Whenever I see these hairs, I get incredibly excited. I couldn't resist, so I lowered my head and licked her areola with my tongue, flicking the hairs around it with the tip of my tongue. Fei's face flushed red, and she bit her lower lip, but didn't do anything else. Her left nipple, which hadn't hardened at first, slowly turned red after I licked it. The originally pink nipple slowly, little by little, stood erect, growing larger and larger, like a penis. Now, Fei's two white, alabaster-like breasts had erect, red nipples, about the size of peanuts, looking like budding white lotus flowers with pink tips on the petals. I gently touched Fei's breasts, deliberately avoiding her nipples. Her breasts were very elastic. I grabbed one, applied a little pressure, and then let go, leaving a red mark. After a while, the red mark slowly faded. My penis pressed hard against her back, making me dizzy. I looked down: "I'm going to fuck you." She smiled, still with her eyes closed: "Are you trying to die? You're crazy!"Ben. Wanqing's face suddenly flushed: "You little rascal, don't bother me. I'm on duty tonight supervising your class's evening self-study." I looked up: "Really? Luckily, I don't have to do evening self-study." Saying this, I picked up a large stack of composition books to take back to the classroom. As I walked past her desk, I noticed she was wearing a white, sleeveless dress that hugged her firm little bottom. The dress was a light brown, and I think her nipples were the same color. Oh dear, Fei has really stirred my lust today. My heart skipped a beat, and I moved closer, resting my chin on her shoulder and nuzzling her short hair: "What are you doing?" Her face flushed again: "Go to hell, go play with your deskmate." Feeling rebuffed, I slunk out of the office. Suddenly, a sense of unease crept in, and my heart pounded. This Wanqing, though my teacher, we usually hung out a lot. I never treated her like a teacher, and she never acted like this before—blushing at the slightest touch. The strangest thing was, she even told me to go play with my deskmate… Could she have seen what happened today? I couldn't help but feel nervous. I thought for a while; she hadn't seemed to pay much attention to me during class. How could that be? Anyway, I couldn't figure it out, so I didn't dwell on it. After handing out the homework, Fatty Tang came over and dragged me to his house to study politics for the postgraduate entrance exam. It was so annoying! I'd only managed a few pages all night! I was going to die! I kept thinking about what Wanqing said that day, so I didn't dare to be too arrogant in class, especially hers. However, I didn't tell Fei about what happened that day, lest I scare her into never letting me touch her at school again. Would that be a bit naughty, haha. It was summer after all, and Fei was dressed sexily. Normally, everyone should wear school uniforms, but now that they're direct-entry students, nobody really cares. So today, Fei was wearing her own white shirt and a light blue skirt that just covered her knees. Fei's shirt seemed to be three-dimensionally cut, quite narrow at the waist, and the chest area was often a bit tight and wrinkled. The short sleeves just revealed her fair elbows. I really liked seeing her in this outfit. When she came in, she said her bra was a little tight above her waist. I reached out and placed my hand on her side, my thumb just below her breast. I chuckled and secretly cupped her breast with my thumb, asking, "Is it tight here?" She nervously replied yes. I suddenly remembered we were in a classroom. Was this a bit too much? Just as I was about to let go, I noticed a dark mark on her breast, visible through her somewhat transparent bra. This little woman, why is she getting excited? I swallowed hard, trying to avoid looking at her aroused breast. I fell asleep during math class; finally, I could get a peaceful sleep. I was dreaming of playing a hero fighting monsters when I was suddenly hit on the head with a club. Just as I was about to unleash my full power, Fei shook me awake… I looked up and saw Fatty Tang looking back at me with smug satisfaction, and Wanqing standing arrogantly on the podium, staring at me. Now I was going to get another piece of chalk from her?! I sighed at my bad luck. The consequence of getting too close to the teacher is that she often makes an example of you, because you're unlikely to turn against her… I forced myself to stay awake and read my novel. Fei covered her mouth and chuckled mischievously, watching her innocent-looking boy again. It was self-study time. I was slowly scraping my ice cream with a spoon, while everyone else was writing furiously, doing all sorts of exercises. Fatty Tang was also writing furiously, but I bet he was writing something that would make even boys blush. Overcome by lust, I put down my ice cream, grabbed Fei, and pulled her onto my lap. Fei put down her book, smiled, closed her eyes, and lay on top of me. I placed my hands on her tight shirt, gently kneading her breasts. I grasped one in my palm, pinching her still small nipple between my index and middle fingers, feeling it slowly harden. I looked around; everyone seemed very focused. So, I tiptoed and unbuttoned a few buttons on Fei's blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, but a very stretchy tank top. I easily flipped it up, and her two white breasts bounced. I love Fei's nipples the most. Her areolas are pink with a few soft hairs around them. Whenever I see these hairs, I get incredibly excited. I couldn't resist, so I lowered my head and licked her areola with my tongue, flicking the hairs around it with the tip of my tongue. Fei's face flushed red, and she bit her lower lip, but didn't do anything else. Her left nipple, which hadn't hardened at first, slowly turned red after I licked it. The originally pink nipple slowly, little by little, stood erect, growing larger and larger, like a penis. Now, Fei's two white, alabaster-like breasts had erect, red nipples, about the size of peanuts, looking like budding white lotus flowers with pink tips on the petals. I gently touched Fei's breasts, deliberately avoiding her nipples. Her breasts were very elastic. I grabbed one, applied a little pressure, and then let go, leaving a red mark. After a while, the red mark slowly faded. My penis pressed hard against her back, making me dizzy. I looked down: "I'm going to fuck you." She smiled, still with her eyes closed: "Are you trying to die? You're crazy!"Ben. Wanqing's face suddenly flushed: "You little rascal, don't bother me. I'm on duty tonight supervising your class's evening self-study." I looked up: "Really? Luckily, I don't have to do evening self-study." Saying this, I picked up a large stack of composition books to take back to the classroom. As I walked past her desk, I noticed she was wearing a white, sleeveless dress that hugged her firm little bottom. The dress was a light brown, and I think her nipples were the same color. Oh dear, Fei has really stirred my lust today. My heart skipped a beat, and I moved closer, resting my chin on her shoulder and nuzzling her short hair: "What are you doing?" Her face flushed again: "Go to hell, go play with your deskmate." Feeling rebuffed, I slunk out of the office. Suddenly, a sense of unease crept in, and my heart pounded. This Wanqing, though my teacher, we usually hung out a lot. I never treated her like a teacher, and she never acted like this before—blushing at the slightest touch. The strangest thing was, she even told me to go play with my deskmate… Could she have seen what happened today? I couldn't help but feel nervous. I thought for a while; she hadn't seemed to pay much attention to me during class. How could that be? Anyway, I couldn't figure it out, so I didn't dwell on it. After handing out the homework, Fatty Tang came over and dragged me to his house to study politics for the postgraduate entrance exam. It was so annoying! I'd only managed a few pages all night! I was going to die! I kept thinking about what Wanqing said that day, so I didn't dare to be too arrogant in class, especially hers. However, I didn't tell Fei about what happened that day, lest I scare her into never letting me touch her at school again. Would that be a bit naughty, haha. It was summer after all, and Fei was dressed sexily. Normally, everyone should wear school uniforms, but now that they're direct-entry students, nobody really cares. So today, Fei was wearing her own white shirt and a light blue skirt that just covered her knees. Fei's shirt seemed to be three-dimensionally cut, quite narrow at the waist, and the chest area was often a bit tight and wrinkled. The short sleeves just revealed her fair elbows. I really liked seeing her in this outfit. When she came in, she said her bra was a little tight above her waist. I reached out and placed my hand on her side, my thumb just below her breast. I chuckled and secretly cupped her breast with my thumb, asking, "Is it tight here?" She nervously replied yes. I suddenly remembered we were in a classroom. Was this a bit too much? Just as I was about to let go, I noticed a dark mark on her breast, visible through her somewhat transparent bra. This little woman, why is she getting excited? I swallowed hard, trying to avoid looking at her aroused breast. I fell asleep during math class; finally, I could get a peaceful sleep. I was dreaming of playing a hero fighting monsters when I was suddenly hit on the head with a club. Just as I was about to unleash my full power, Fei shook me awake… I looked up and saw Fatty Tang looking back at me with smug satisfaction, and Wanqing standing arrogantly on the podium, staring at me. Now I was going to get another piece of chalk from her?! I sighed at my bad luck. The consequence of getting too close to the teacher is that she often makes an example of you, because you're unlikely to turn against her… I forced myself to stay awake and read my novel. Fei covered her mouth and chuckled mischievously, watching her innocent-looking boy again. It was self-study time. I was slowly scraping my ice cream with a spoon, while everyone else was writing furiously, doing all sorts of exercises. Fatty Tang was also writing furiously, but I bet he was writing something that would make even boys blush. Overcome by lust, I put down my ice cream, grabbed Fei, and pulled her onto my lap. Fei put down her book, smiled, closed her eyes, and lay on top of me. I placed my hands on her tight shirt, gently kneading her breasts. I grasped one in my palm, pinching her still small nipple between my index and middle fingers, feeling it slowly harden. I looked around; everyone seemed very focused. So, I tiptoed and unbuttoned a few buttons on Fei's blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, but a very stretchy tank top. I easily flipped it up, and her two white breasts bounced. I love Fei's nipples the most. Her areolas are pink with a few soft hairs around them. Whenever I see these hairs, I get incredibly excited. I couldn't resist, so I lowered my head and licked her areola with my tongue, flicking the hairs around it with the tip of my tongue. Fei's face flushed red, and she bit her lower lip, but didn't do anything else. Her left nipple, which hadn't hardened at first, slowly turned red after I licked it. The originally pink nipple slowly, little by little, stood erect, growing larger and larger, like a penis. Now, Fei's two white, alabaster-like breasts had erect, red nipples, about the size of peanuts, looking like budding white lotus flowers with pink tips on the petals. I gently touched Fei's breasts, deliberately avoiding her nipples. Her breasts were very elastic. I grabbed one, applied a little pressure, and then let go, leaving a red mark. After a while, the red mark slowly faded. My penis pressed hard against her back, making me dizzy. I looked down: "I'm going to fuck you." She smiled, still with her eyes closed: "Are you trying to die? You're crazy!"I gently touched Fei's breasts, deliberately avoiding her nipples. Her breasts were very elastic. I grabbed one, applied a little pressure, and then let go, leaving a red mark. After a while, the red mark slowly faded. My penis pressed hard against her back, making me dizzy. I looked down: "I'm going to fuck you." She smiled, still with her eyes closed: "Are you trying to die? You're crazy!"I gently touched Fei's breasts, deliberately avoiding her nipples. Her breasts were very elastic. I grabbed one, applied a little pressure, and then let go, leaving a red mark. After a while, the red mark slowly faded. My penis pressed hard against her back, making me dizzy. I looked down: "I'm going to fuck you." She smiled, still with her eyes closed: "Are you trying to die? You're crazy!"

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