[Helping a female student with her revision]

Helping a Junior Study
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 11497
Final exams began, and Xiaobo and Xiaoqi spent every day studying at the library until closing time. That evening, a cold
front hit, and the weather was particularly cold. Xiaoqi stayed in her dorm, too lazy to come out, so Xiaobo obediently stayed in his apartment to prepare for
the next day's exams. Around 7:30 pm, someone knocked on Xiaobo's door. He ran to open it and saw
Lingling.
"Senior brother," she said, carrying a large bag, "It's so nice to have you home!" She took off her shoes and entered the room
, removed her coat, placed her bag on the desk, opened it, took out three or four books and notebooks, spread them out on the desk,
moved a cushion to the left of Xiaobo's seat, and sat down to study.
"Lingling…" Xiaobo watched her finish before asking, "What are you doing?"
"I'm here to have you study with me, fulfilling my duty as your senior," she said without looking up. Xiaobo shrugged,
deciding it was fine, and returned to his seat to continue reading.
Lingling read very attentively, asking questions from time to time, which Xiaobo patiently answered, acting quite like a senior and junior student
. As they read, Xiaobo's left hand and Lingling's right hand somehow became entangled
. He first gently pinched her knuckles, alternating between them; sometimes Lingling would wince slightly in pain and let out a soft
moan. Then he played with her fingertips, and Lingling complained of the tickling sensation but didn't pull her hand away. Although their hands
were quite playful, the rest of their bodies remained well-behaved, allowing Lingling to continue reading.
But then, Xiaobo tickled her crossed feet with his toes. Even though Lingling was wearing thick white socks
, she still felt ticklish and giggled incessantly. Suddenly, Xiaobo became aggressive, grabbed one of her feet, pulled
off the sock, and started scratching her sole. Lingling laughed, of course. She forcefully pulled her foot back and said angrily
, "What are you doing? Do you think I'm Zhao Min?"
Xiaobo deliberately feigned a lecherous expression, got up, and Lingling shrank back in fear. Xiaobo
moved closer to her, reaching behind her to grope her, but didn't touch her. Just as she was wondering what was wrong, Xiaobo
pulled two coffee cups from behind her, waved them in front of her, and said, "I'll treat you to coffee." Lingling lightly slapped him
. Xiaobo then found the coffee maker and lit an alcohol lamp on the table.
After the water boiled, Xiaobo made two cups, and they drank while reading, the air heavy with silence. Not long after
, Xiaobo used his strange trick again. He picked up a book, lay down on the carpet, and used Lingling's lap as a pillow.
Seeing that he had no other ill intentions, Lingling went along with him without objection. However, Xiaobo was restless; he would
lie on his back one moment, on his side the next, and then back on his back again, his hair constantly rubbing against Lingling's legs,
causing her woolen skirt to become wrinkled.
Actually, Lingling liked his cat-like coquettishness. She let go and stroked Xiaobo's hair
. Xiaobo turned his head to face her, and put his right hand under her right leg, wrapping it around her thigh. Suddenly,
Lingling made a new discovery and said, "Don't move! You have a gray hair." Xiaobo didn't dare to move. Lingling gently
parted his hair, trying to pinch the gray hair, but she couldn't quite grasp it, so she kept
searching for it on his scalp.
Xiaobo felt very comfortable being teased by her. Later, Lingling finally plucked out a single white hair and showed it to Xiaobo. Xiaobo
took it and said, "Getting old..." He tossed the white hair aside and buried his face in Lingling's lower abdomen. He
had long since lost his books; Lingling told him to go crazy and just focus on his studies. Xiaobo's cheek was pressed against her
thigh, and her woolen skirt had been pulled up, so he could clearly see her white panties. Lingling
's view was blocked by Xiaobo's head, and she was completely unaware that she was exposing herself.
Lingling's panties were small and cute, made of delicate, soft, semi-transparent fabric that looked very comfortable to wear
. Near the center, there was a blooming flower. Xiaobo loved that flower because it was openwork,
revealing a mysterious and sparse patch of pubic hair beneath the mesh threads, half-hidden and half-revealed, almost tempting one to commit
a sin. At the narrowest part, a very soft material enveloped a plump mound. Many
girls have yellowish secretions in this area, but Lingling's was completely clean. Xiaobo even wondered if he
could smell a pure, youthful scent emanating from her.
"Lingling..." Xiaobo called her. "Hmm?" "She's still reading. You seem to have very little hair!" he said. "
Huh?" Lingling was suddenly taken aback by his inexplicable question. Looking down at him, she realized that Xiaobo was leisurely
admiring her private parts up close with wide eyes. "Ah! I'm going to die!"
she cried out in alarm, hurriedly trying to close her legs. Xiaobo had anticipated her shy reaction and calmly
held her body still. He already had his head resting on Lingling's right leg, and now he only needed to
press his right hand down to block her left leg. Lingling couldn't close her legs anymore, and Xiaobo pleaded, "Don't
move, just let me see, okay?"
Of course not, Lingling used her hands to press down her skirt to cover herself, but Xiaobo shamelessly said, "Just a
quick look!" "Just a quick look?" Lingling was a little annoyed by him. "A quick look!" he corrected her. "
How long is a quick look?" Lingling asked. "A quick look... it won't be long."
As he spoke, he automatically started to lift Lingling's skirt. Lingling blushed deeply and covered her pretty face with a book
. This time, Xiaobo had officially obtained permission, so he stared intently with a righteous air. Looking wasn't so bad
, but his right hand, which was holding Lingling's left leg, was restlessly groping the inside of her thigh. Lingling didn't
know what to do; her waist slumped weakly, and she wrapped her arms around Xiaobo's head, her brows furrowed in distress.
She could only helplessly say, "No...no more..." Xiaobo didn't care whether she wanted it or not; his restless hand quietly
moved towards her groin. Although it was slow, it eventually reached its destination. Lingling's legs trembled from his caresses, and she felt
her lower body go weak.
Xiaobo was still staring at her crotch, noticing a small, wet patch that
was gradually widening. He smelled the fragrance even stronger. At this crucial moment, his right thumb reached
its destination first. "Ah...all at once..." Lingling said tremulously, "It's already there..." Xiaobo ignored her murmurs.
Ming, his palm pressed against Lingling's thigh, his thumb rubbing against the damp fabric. Lingling pleaded,
"No...don't...it's so...uncomfortable...I...oh...it's so embarrassing...please have mercy...
ah..."
Xiaobo remained unmoved, rubbing a few more times with his thumb, unable to feel the correct shape under the fabric, he asked, "
Lingling, where is this?" "Ugh...ugh..." Lingling refused to answer. "Where?" he asked again,
rubbing even harder. "My...my labia..." Lingling whispered. Xiaobo had forced her to confess
, knowing this wasn't the most important target, he immediately abandoned this damp area, referring to
the clues Lingling provided, his thumb moving up a centimeter or two, finding a small protruding spot, and making regular circles.
Lingling immediately groaned uncontrollably; Xiaobo was pressing on her clitoris, how could she bear it
? As her senior, Xiaobo knew she was inexperienced, yet he deliberately targeted her most vulnerable spot. Lingling had no way
to resist, and could only endure the pain with moans of "Ah... Ah..." Her panties were soon
completely soaked at the bottom, forming an inverted triangle. For the first time, Xiaobo felt he should award his thumb; it had fought a brilliant
battle, and, pressing its advantage, single-handedly pried open the elastic band of her panties, attempting to penetrate deeper into enemy territory—a lone, risky undertaking.
Lingling struggled to hold onto his right elbow, preventing his thumb from advancing any further. Seeing his ally
fail, Xiaobo's left hand crept forward along her waist, reaching her breasts through her long-sleeved blouse
. Lingling immediately withdrew her left hand to protect her breasts, allowing Xiaobo's thumb to slip smoothly into her panties,
half-buried in the greasy crevice, wandering about with amusement. Meanwhile, his left hand darted left and right,
moving back and forth between her two fat mounds. Lingling could only watch one side, unable to defend
herself. Since she couldn't block his powerful Bagua You Shen Palm, she gave up and let him fondle and knead her. Her body, both sides and three regions, were all in Xiaobo's hands.
Seeing that Lingling had stopped struggling, Xiaobo moved his left hand down to support her right leg, tilted his head to the side, and slipped under
her leg, letting her right leg straddle his chest. His right arm also wrapped around her left leg, burying his head
between her legs. Poor Lingling, she couldn't understand why "just a glance" had suddenly turned into
this. She didn't know how many more moves Xiaobo had up his sleeve. Her mind was in chaos, and she had lost her composure
. Xiaobo hadn't been idle. He temporarily abandoned Lingling's upper body and began licking the inside of her legs with his tongue
. Lingling, of course, felt very comfortable. She supported herself on the carpet with her hands behind her, tilting her head back and exhaling. Xiaobo licked closer
and closer to her sacred spot, already reaching the crease of her thighs, teasing and sliding along the seam of her panties.
Lingling let out seductive moans. Xiaobo pinched the edge of her panties with his left hand and gently pulled them open, revealing
most of her pubic hair. Lingling's defenses completely collapsed. Her hands went limp, and she moaned softly, lying
back on the carpet. Xiaobo gently pressed his horizontal lips to Lingling's straight lips. Lingling was shocked and couldn't help but
tremble violently. Xiaobo lightly touched her lips a few times, then his devilish tongue meandered out,
licking upwards from the lowest point of Lingling's vulva. Lingling cried out in pleasure. When Xiaobo licked the most sensitive little bean, she
cried out incoherently, "Oh...oh..."
Xiaobo repeatedly licked her, letting Lingling enjoy the constant pleasure in her body. Sometimes, he deliberately stopped
at her clitoris and stimulated her continuously; sometimes, he penetrated Lingling's tender flesh and sucked her soft, astringent fluids. Lingling felt
like she was dying; everything in the world had become unimportant. She only wanted to spread her wings and
fly high into the sky, fly high into the sky.
Xiaobo discovered that Lingling's panties had elastic bands tied on both sides. He
pulled them off at the same time, and her entire mons pubis lost its cover, making it easier for him to invade her. Xiaobo's mouth continued
its assault on Lingling, while his hands slipped inside her shirt, groping back to her breasts, which he had previously abandoned. His eyes
were greedily fixed on Lingling's pink labia and clitoris, so his hands had no choice but to
fend for themselves, blindly roaming her body. But Lingling's breasts were such an obvious target; he quickly found them, soft and elastic
, and removed the bra, rudely
pulling at her nipples. Lingling writhed and convulsed, her seductive moans incessant.
Xiaobo swallowed the wetness from her vulva, but soon Lingling's buttocks were overflowing again. Xiaobo
specifically targeted her sensitive spots, licking them. She wriggled uncontrollably, and Xiaobo had to hold her tightly to prevent her from escaping
, leaving himself completely drenched in a mess. Lingling felt increasingly aroused. Xiaobo's tongue was giving her
a pleasure she had never experienced before. She knew that this would cause an uncontrollable physiological reaction, especially with her shameful,
incessant flow of vaginal fluid. Even if she told Xiaobo she was a proper lady, he wouldn't believe her. But the waves
of wonderful sensations washing over her, along with the moans she couldn't help but let out, were urging her to
climb to even higher levels of excitement.
Xiaobo was focused solely on servicing his junior. His tongue teased Lingling's clitoris until it was red and swollen.
Judging from the frequency of her spasms, he guessed that Lingling was close to climaxing. He roused himself and rapidly moved his tongue around,
rubbing it. Sure enough, Lingling's moans grew louder, her back arched and thrust, her beautiful hair scattered on the carpet, and her
hands tightly cradling Xiaobo's head, anticipating the final moment.
"I...I feel so bad...it feels so good...ah...Xiaobo...ah...ah...I...
it feels strange...oh...oh...I...I think I'm sick...ah...I need...I need...I need to pee
...it's so urgent...quick...quick, let me get up...ah...ah...it's too late
...ah...I peed...ah...I'm going to die...ah...ah..." Lingling suddenly spurted a pool
of hot, sticky water from her vagina. Xiaobo opened his mouth and ate what he could, letting the rest spill onto his chin, some even dripping
onto the carpet and cushion. "Oh...God...ah...no more...bo...stop...stop
...bo...stop...I don't want to anymore..."
She pleaded with Xiaobo to stop, and hearing her pitiful pleas, he actually stopped, crawled up and
lay down beside her, watching her satisfied expression. Lingling turned her face away, refusing to let him see, but Xiaobo then...
He pulled her face back and examined her closely. Lingling rolled over and hugged him. Xiaobo played with her hair and asked, "Was it comfortable?"
"I don't know!" Lingling refused to answer. "Then... you'll know if we do it again later." "No way!
" Lingling still pressed her face against his chest.
"Haven't you done this before?" Xiaobo found her awkward reaction a little strange. Lingling shook her
head. Xiaobo asked again, "How many boyfriends have you had?" "None of your business..." Lingling raised her head, rested her
chin on her hand, and looked at him with a half-smile. "I'm your senior, so I should care about you," Xiaobo said. "
I have two now." Lingling held up her index and middle fingers. "Wow..." Xiaobo said, "Two... how close are
they?" "Just ordinary friends." Lingling pouted, looking indifferent.
Xiaobo grasped one of her bare buttocks in each hand and said, "Just ordinary friends like us?" "
Don't flatter yourself, what kind of friend are you?" Lingling laughed. "You're my enemy." "What enemy?" "
The enemy who stole my two first kisses," she said quietly. Xiaobo remained silent. Two first kisses? That was truly devastating.
Lingling continued, "What? Feeling guilty? Okay... I like you, okay? Senior brother?" Xiaobo tried to
kiss her, but she abruptly sat up, saying, "I have to study." Xiaobo said, "Study... then... what should I
do?" "What should you do?" Lingling picked up the books from the carpet. "This..." Xiaobo pointed to his
bulging crotch. "Don't ask me!" she said coldly.
Lingling looked down at her book. Hearing a sound behind her, Xiaobo didn't sit back down for a while, so she turned around to look
. She saw Xiaobo sitting there naked, watching her masturbate. "You pervert..." Lingling was both
angry and amused, not knowing how to curse him. Xiaobo pulled her close, dragging her staggeringly into his arms
. Xiaobo pleaded, "Good sister, help me..." "Call me sister," Lingling insisted on her status. "Good
sister..." Xiaobo, ever the shrew, called her with a fawning grin. Lingling reached out her small hand and
took the hard penis from Xiaobo's hand, saying, "It's so hot!"
She had seen this penis at Yiru's house a few months ago, but since they had only met once and weren't familiar with each other, she was very
polite to it. She held the shaft and slowly and gently stroked it up and down. Xiaobo took the opportunity to kiss her cheek, then
sweetly kissed her, his hand encircling her back, reaching under her other armpit to her breast, but only gently
supporting it, not daring to make any abusive moves.
After playing with his penis for a while, Lingling leaned over and let Xiaobo feel her glans being
enveloped by a warm, wet ring of flesh. She was giving him oral sex. Although Lingling wasn't very skilled, Xiaobo still felt incredibly good.
This time, he lay down softly, and Lingling knelt beside him, one hand still stroking his penis, the other
caressing his thigh. Xiaobo felt a chill run down his spine from Lingling's touch, and his penis became even harder and larger.
Lingling's mouth was full, and she felt she couldn't breathe, so she spat out his glans and vigorously stroked it dozens of
times with her hand before opening her mouth again. When she couldn't breathe, she switched to her hand, repeating this several times. Xiaobo felt
the accumulated pleasure intensifying, and his breathing became erratic. Lingling seemed confident in his reaction
, holding onto his glans tightly while her hands moved rapidly across his penis. Sometimes, she would even use one hand
to tease and play with Xiaobo's scrotum. Xiaobo couldn't resist her caresses; his breathing became increasingly rapid, and then he
let out a soft "hmm," reaching orgasm.
Semen spurted from his urethra. Although Lingling was prepared, she still couldn't escape in time, and the hot semen splashed onto
her lips, upper lip, eyelids, and even her hair. She neither ate nor wiped it away, but simply rested her head on his leg,
her hands still slowly stroking his penis. Xiaobo was now beginning to soften, and
she squeezed out the last drop or two of semen. "Good sister, that felt so good," he sincerely praised. Lingling climbed on top of him
, and Xiaobo cupped her head and kissed her, but her face was covered in his semen, which made her feel a little awkward.
"Lingling," Xiaobo said, "Don't go home tonight..."
"Who wants to go home? I was planning to sleep here anyway!" Lingling said, "So I'll kill you first, to prevent
you from raping my junior in the middle of the night."
"Petty..." Xiaobo said, "Too bad I'm Superman, I'll still be a living dragon in a bit."
"Okay," Lingling said with a silly smile, "At worst, I won't have to study, I'll just lick my first love all
night, okay?"
Xiaobo then remembered he had an exam tomorrow, and with a bitter face, he retrieved his books, complaining, "I'm dead, I haven't even studied yet
, you really are a femme fatale..."
Lingling, of course, wouldn't let it go, and pounced on him to hit him, but Xiaobo pulled her into his arms. She nestled against his lap
, and they both started reading again, but Xiaobo's thoughts soon drifted back to her
, exploring her delicate body, so the small room remained filled with warmth.
"The End"

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