The lust of young girl Xiao Le

Every morning seemed this noisy: birdsong in the branches, the background music of the aunties practicing swordplay in the small square downstairs, and the shouts of those collecting recyclables from their tricycles. The sun lazily cast its light into the shady corners, completely banishing any trace of gloom from people's sight. It seemed like just another ordinary morning, busy yet peaceful, the only difference being that there were no students rushing off to school. Today was the weekend.

"Xiao Le, your dad and I are going shopping. Remember to eat when you get up; it's in the pot." The house was quiet at first, then a lazy voice rang out, "Okay, Mom." The voice, as melodious as a bell, was quite pleasant.

Seemingly worried, the woman, who had already opened the door and was about to leave, turned back and knocked on the door: "Xiao Le, remember to eat! Breakfast is very important. Look at you, so thin, how will you ever get married?" Before there was a response from inside, a deep male voice said, "Go on, go on. It's a rare holiday, let her sleep." The woman was still indignant, blaming him: "You spoil her. Look how thin she is! Sigh, back in the day, I had such a perfect figure." The male voice seemed quite helpless, "That's right, that's right, go on, we'll miss the bus..." Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains onto the bed, the blankets were already folded, but our mistress was still lying diagonally on them, seemingly very preoccupied. "Am I really that thin?" Xiao Le scrambled off the bed, slipped on her slippers, and jumped to the mirror in the corner to examine herself.

The girl in the mirror had smooth hair draped over her shoulders, bright eyes, and fair skin that was truly flawless. She wrinkled her nose—oh dear, pimples!! I leaned closer to examine her lips—phew, thankfully, it wasn't. Her long neck gave me an irresistible urge to bite it, especially the slightly open neckline revealing a glimpse of snow-white skin. Her hand brushed against her collarbone, and as if remembering something, a blush rose to her cheeks. Xiao Le turned slightly, her short wool skirt fluttering gently, revealing glimpses of skin. Her knee-high white striped black stockings covered her calves completely, yet still allowed a clear view—their slenderness was beyond description. The glimpse of white leg peeking out between the skirt and stockings only fueled my imagination.

Xiao Le sat back down on the edge of the bed, seemingly quite distressed. Her two slender legs were slightly stretched out and pressed together. She stared at herself in the mirror, looking somewhat dejected. "Why can't I gain even a little weight no matter how much I eat? My legs are so thin, how can they be sexy?" The image of her English teacher in his professional attire, especially his long, beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, walking step by step in the classroom, flashed before her eyes.

"Hmph! That idiot." Then she remembered his hands. Every time, he would place those hands, with their long, slender, and nimble fingers, like those of a pianist, on her thighs. Thinking of this, Xiao Le felt as if his hands were really on her legs again, so real and gentle, stroking her lightly, as if an electric current was flowing through her body.

"Ugh, that jerk! I should have warned him firmly the first time he reached out, and I should have told the teacher, made his parents come, and made him apologize to me!" Xiao Le's mind was filled with fantasies, imagining him bowing his head in shame before her.

"Hmph, serves you right for being so arrogant, so indifferent to me, it's infuriating!" "But, I have a great figure up there." The little girl's thoughts always jumped around like this, quickly returning to herself in the mirror.

She gently lifted her chest, revealing her snow-white breasts. "Although I can't compare to that infatuated guy in Class Two, Ningning said I'm thin, which makes them look bigger." She carefully unbuttoned her cotton undershirt and gently touched it; the flesh bounced back crisply as her fingertips moved away.

"It's so soft, that pig, he didn't even kiss me last time..." A shy thought flashed through her mind, and a blush crept up her face.

"Oh dear, never mind, let's eat." Xiao Le quickly straightened her clothes, pushed open the door, and went out to eat, leaving a fragrant aroma in the young girl's bedroom.

Weekends always fly by, but our beautiful Xiao Le didn't think so. On Sunday night, she was tossing and turning in bed. Tomorrow was Monday, she could see him, and there was also… Xiao Le felt very thirsty, as if some burning desire was affecting her. She turned over, stretched a white, lotus-root-like arm out from under the covers, grabbed a water glass, and took a few sips, but it didn't help much.

Xiao Le was a little annoyed. She had wanted to go to sleep early so that time would pass faster, and then when she opened her eyes it would be time for school, but things rarely go as planned.

Soft whispers came from her parents' room; they seemed to be talking privately, accompanied by other noises. Xiao Le eavesdropped for a moment, then quickly averted her attention. "That's not something a good child should hear... Besides, it's only 9 o'clock, they're really something." Xiao Le seemed embarrassed by her thoughts, turned on the bedside lamp, and sat up from under the covers.

Her cute pink pajamas were a little revealing, and the first button was even undone, but she didn't care and reached out to grab her small notebook from the table.

With a hint of anticipation, she clicked on the QQ icon—he was there! Xiao Le was a little happy.

"What are you doing?" "Nothing." The response was slow, taking quite a while. "

Hmph, really." Xiao Le was a little curious and sent a video call request. After a long silence, Xiao Le started to wonder: "Is he also in bed, half-naked, leaning against the headboard chatting with me?" Thinking this, Xiao Le regretted sending the video call request.

Just as Xiao Le was about to cancel the request, it connected.

A naked upper body appeared in the video window. His normally healthy skin tone appeared somewhat dull under the dim light. Only half of his face was visible, but his sexy lips were clearly visible on the screen, and his abs were quite eye-catching. Xiao Le felt a little embarrassed.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" She didn't dare to speak and instead typed.

The other person seemed to say something, but Xiao Le didn't turn on her sound and quickly typed: "My family is asleep, I can't talk. Wait a minute, I'll get my earphones." She plugged in her earphones, and a very nice, magnetic voice came from the other end: "Everyone's about to go to sleep, of course I'm taking off my clothes." "Why were you so slow to react just now?" Xiao Le wanted to quickly change the subject. She felt her face turning red, hoping that the light was so dim that the other person couldn't see it.

"Want to see?" He smiled. When he smiled, the corner of his mouth always curled up in a cool way, and Xiao Le couldn't stand his wicked smile the most.

"Hmm." "You can watch, but you can't quit halfway through. If you want to watch, you have to watch the whole thing." Xiao Le was a little uneasy, but curiosity still prevailed. A website address was sent to her,

and Xiao Le clicked on it directly. It seemed like the internet was very slow, and there was no response for a long time. "Remember what I told you, your lower body is mine, and you're not allowed to touch it. You have to leave it for me tomorrow!" Xiao Le was stunned, and before she could argue, the website opened.

It was a video, and it started playing automatically. Xiao Le wanted to turn it off. She had already turned the volume down to the lowest setting, but the "hmm hmm ahh" sounds inside still reached her ears. She felt a surge of heat. It was a video, probably from Japan. Only Japanese people would be this perverted, Xiao Le thought.

The girl in the video, who looked like a student, was wearing a school uniform, the kind with a short skirt. Most importantly, she was also wearing the kind of mid-calf socks that Xiao Le kept behind her bed, black with three white stripes, and her legs were quite a sight. Her legs, which were already struggling to support her upper body, were now even weaker, because a hand had slipped inside her short skirt. Although she had applied mosaic mask, it was still quite obvious that the hand was groping her private parts.

Xiao Le felt a wave of weakness wash over her, and the heat seemed to intensify. "What are you looking at!" "Hehe, there are even better ones later, look where they are." Xiao Le stared at the video in disbelief.

Good heavens, they were actually in a supermarket, with other shoppers nearby staring at them in surprise before scurrying away as if they'd seen a ghost. Good heavens, why didn't they run away, in a place like that?! Xiao Le couldn't believe it. She felt a tingling sensation in her lower body, her legs twisting tightly under the covers: What's wrong with me? I'm

so embarrassed. Xiao Le tried to close the window with the mouse, but then she heard his voice in her ear: "You chose to watch it yourself, so you have to finish it." He was staring at her! A smile playing on his lips. Xiao Le could hardly bear it.

She trembled as she reached for her keyboard, making several mistakes: "You, why are you watching this at home by yourself?" "If you could come, I wouldn't have to watch it alone," he said playfully. "I'm not talking about that..." The voice in her earpiece seemed to possess a magical power, instantly drawing her into her body, transforming into a ball of fire.

"Unbutton your second button." Xiao Le seemed under a spell, her hands trembling as she reached out to unbutton it, her breasts barely concealed in her bosom.

"What do you want to do?" "I want to see them." His voice seemed slightly breathless. So he hadn't been unaware of her presence after all; a surge of joy washed over Xiao Le

. "Do as I say, and I'll make you happy tomorrow." He seemed to have held back for a moment before finally speaking again.

Xiao Le secretly watched the video; his abdomen rose and fell gently in the window. She felt a sense of affirmation. After only a moment's hesitation, she turned on the microphone on her headphones. "What...what do you want?" "I want you to stick your legs out and put on your socks for me to see." Xiao Le understood his preferences, but she was only wearing panties. Should she just stick them out like that to put on socks?

She hesitated for a long time, then gently removed her headphones, turned the laptop's camera towards the wall, and finally got out of bed.

There were some creaking sounds from the next room. She blushed instantly, quickly grabbed her socks from behind the bed, and carefully put them on. Luckily, it was late summer, and the weather was pleasantly cool.

She placed her laptop on the blanket, adjusted it, and then half-reclined against the headboard, slightly tucking her stockinged legs in front of her. She put on her headphones; the video on the webpage was already in full swing. The girl was leaning against the transparent refrigerator where drinks were kept, her two large breasts pressed tightly against the glass, standing on one leg. The man was holding one of her legs, thrusting into her from behind. The girl was emitting increasingly piercing gasps and moans.

"Unbutton your pajamas, I want to see your nipples." Xiao Le could barely breathe. She could tell the gasps coming from the headphones weren't just from the video. A secret thrill dispelled some of her shyness.

She unbuttoned her pajamas, and her two white breasts popped out, trembling slightly. Xiao Le felt as if she were standing naked in public, her nipples almost simultaneously erect. The feeling was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

The sound from the earpiece almost simultaneously increased, making Xiao Le nearly breathless. She whispered, "You...you see." "Come closer," Xiao Le said, pressing her breasts forward. He'd wanted to see too.

"Hold onto your legs." Xiao Le hesitated, but did as she was told. She sat up, pressing her breasts against her thighs, the nipples rubbing against her socks, sending shivers down her spine. She could also feel her genitals exposed to the camera.

The voice in the earpiece trembled slightly. "Rub your breasts. Spread your legs." He seemed excited.

Xiao Le barely knew what she was doing. She spread her legs, grabbing her breasts, unconsciously making a soft sound, "Mmm..." Oh my god, I've never had anything like this before, so exposed in front of him, and so wantonly rubbing myself. She felt a tickle and a wetness down there.

"Grab your nipple." Xiao Le had already pinched her nipple before he even spoke. Seemingly to relieve the heat, she eagerly pinched and twisted it, but as if that wasn't enough, her hand slid downwards. What am I doing? How could I do this? She lost herself, her delicate hand tracing across her flat stomach.

Just then, his voice came through the earphones, "The bottom is mine, stop." Xiao Le seemed to be awakened from a dream, looking up in confusion.

"That's enough for today." He turned off the video.

Xiao Le sat there blankly, not knowing what was wrong. In the video, the couple's struggle was nearing its end; the man had sprayed a white substance onto the girl's face, and the girl was happily smiling at the camera… High school students were so energetic. Groups of girls chattered past her, and some bold boys whistled at Xiao Le. As a second-year high school student, Xiao Le didn't have to rush to the classroom early to do more problems like the third-year students, nor did she have to worry about being punished by the teacher for being late like the first-year students. Xiao Le was a good student, a top student in the teacher's eyes, and even if she was a little late, she would be treated kindly.

However, Xiao Le wasn't happy and listlessly wandered around. What happened last night made her uneasy, and she didn't know what to do. It wasn't until her good friend Ningning ran up from behind and pulled her along that she reluctantly walked towards the classroom.

Xiao Le was still wearing white striped black socks that went past her knees and small leather shoes, her hair clipped up. Although she was a little thin, she looked very youthful. So, when Xiao Le entered the classroom, she still drew whistles from the boys.

Xiao Le was tall, about 1.68 meters, so she sat at the back. Of course, being 1.68 meters wasn't the reason she sat at the back; as a top student, even if she asked to sit in the first row, the teacher would have asked the shorter boy of 1.6 meters to switch seats with her. But sitting at the back was her choice, her request. Because he was next to her.

Even if she walked slowly, she still had to get to her seat. Xiao Le didn't dare look him in the eye, so she stood by the desk waiting for him to make room for her. He leaned against the back wall, not moving. Just as Xiao Le mustered her courage to speak, he stood up and made room. Xiao Le carefully squeezed in, pretending to be busy tidying her desk.

There were teachers patrolling outside, so the students quickly took out their books and pretended to read aloud. The room was immediately filled with a buzzing sound. The teacher stood at the door, glanced around, saw Xiao Le holding a book very seriously, nodded happily, and left. The room then returned to a state of half reading and half discussion.

Xiao Le, holding her book, was lost in thought. Why wasn't he saying anything? He used to act cool and aloof, but he usually greeted her. Lost in thought, he leaned closer, took a deep breath, and said, "Hmm…did you listen to me yesterday and stop?" Xiao Le nodded almost immediately, looking up at him, only to see his eyes fixed on her with a smile. Her face flushed instantly, and she quickly lowered her head, whispering, "I…I…I went to sleep afterward." Xiao Le stiffened; she felt his hand on her thigh again.

"Good. Today I'll make you feel good." Xiao Le could feel the warmth of his hand, even through her skirt. He moved his chair closer, bringing them even closer.

Xiao Le felt a little nervous. She looked around; they were sitting in the corner of the classroom, near the back door. The glass of the back door had been completely covered by the previous students, so even when teachers entered, they would first look towards another corner. The students were all doing their own things—copying homework, chatting, playing around. She even noticed Ningning and her deskmate "Ajiao" whispering to each other in front of her. Ajiao was a boy, and Ningning had told her the name, but she wouldn't tell her why.

Xiao Le lowered her head and changed to a larger textbook. She felt him stroking her thighs. He gently lifted Xiao Le's legs, or rather, guided her, placing them between his legs, Xiao Le's knees almost touching his groin.

Xiao Le's posture was awkward; her legs were stretched to the left, while she had to face forward, pretending to study. Fortunately, she was flexible, so although it was awkward, it wasn't too uncomfortable.

His large hand caressed Xiao Le's calves. He liked her wearing those black over-the-knee socks. Xiao Le felt a warm current flowing through her lower body, a tingling, almost groaning sound. She quickly mumbled a few words.

He noticed her unusual behavior and leaned closer, saying, "Your breasts are really big." Xiao Le felt dizzy. She reached down with her left hand and grabbed his. His fingers moved so nimbly across her calves, making her uncomfortable.

"No, don't do that, class will be over soon." He grabbed Xiao Le's hand back. Xiao Le struggled a few times but eventually gave up.

"Let me let you touch something." His breath tickled Xiao Le's neck.

Xiao Le was about to pull away when she realized her hand had grabbed a cylindrical object, and she instantly blushed.

She could feel its firmness and heat even through his pants. She didn't dare move; it was the first time she had ever touched something like that.

He squeezed Xiao Le's hand tightly, then moved his hand to her legs. Xiao Le clutched the object, too afraid to move for a long time, her heart churning. She glanced fearfully at the classroom again, thankfully no one noticed them.

She even saw that A Jiao's hand had somehow landed on Ning Ning's breast, kneading it several times. Ning Ning shyly pushed his hand away, and the two started playfully fighting.

Xiao Le mustered her courage, just about to make a move, when she heard the bell ring outside, and the room suddenly became noisy.

Xiao Le quickly withdrew her hand, and he pinched her foot a couple of times before letting her go.

Xiao Le dashed into the restroom, pulled down her panties, and found a small wet patch. Luckily, she had brought sanitary napkins; even though it wasn't her period, absorbing moisture was always good. She dawdled until the bell rang before going back, seeing him still smiling at her, she angrily punched him before finally going to her seat.

All morning, Xiao Le felt a dampness down there, her mind was in turmoil, and she couldn't concentrate on anything. Her teacher, thinking she was sick, came over to check on her. However, he didn't make any moves all morning, which made Xiao Le feel a little resentful. At

lunchtime, when she went to eat with Ning Ning, Xiao Le curiously asked her about the meaning of the name "A Jiao." Ning Ning blushed again and didn't answer, instead steer the conversation towards her and him, making Xiao Le blush and stop asking. When they returned to the classroom, he was already sitting in his seat. Xiao Le wanted to chat with Ning Ning a little longer, but A Jiao was there too, so Ning Ning, prioritizing her boyfriend over her friend, abandoned her.

Xiao Le sulked and lay on her desk. He reached out his hand several times, but she slapped it away each time. However, she couldn't hold back. When he secretly grabbed her breast, Xiao Le felt weak all over and no longer had the strength to slap his hand away.

His large hands, through her bra, ravaged her breasts. Xiao Le lay on the desk, her face burning hot, unable to move, only feeling a surge of satisfaction.

More and more people arrived, some coming to borrow things from Xiao Le, forcing him to withdraw his hands. Xiao Le glared at him, but guessing she was being seductive, she blushed and pretended to tidy her desk, not daring to look at him again.

There were only two English classes in the afternoon, and Xiao Le felt a little lost. What would happen? What if he did that again? Xiao Le was almost collapsing; the wetness below and the heat within her body made her extremely uneasy.

That English teacher in stockings! Xiao Le glared at him angrily. His eyes were fixed intently on the woman in her thirties on the podium, especially her tight uniform, slender high heels, and her voluptuous legs, so different from Xiao Le's slender legs. She could almost hear the boys in the class swallowing.

"She must be so sexy in bed," Xiao Le thought bitterly, but how exactly could she be sexy? Her mind raced. Just then, a hand reached out again, lifting her short skirt and slipping inside, grabbing the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Xiao Le almost suffocated; he was coming!

Her legs stiffened instantly, trapping his hand between them, unable to move. His eyes continued to linger on the young female teacher on the stage, as he forcefully pushed Xiao Le's legs against the bench leg, spreading them wide. Xiao Le's body stiffened, almost screaming, but she immediately held back, lowering her head to look at her textbook, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

His hand stroked Xiao Le's calf and socks, occasionally moving up to her thigh. With each upward movement, Xiao Le's heart seemed to race. Finally, he placed his hand on Xiao Le's genitals. Xiao Le instinctively reached out to press his hand down, but realized that she was already wet. Just as she was about to remove his hand, he grabbed it and placed it back on her genitals. Xiao Le held the thick thing, feeling it swell, and almost dared not move.

His hand gently stroked Xiao Le's genitals, and Xiao Le felt an intense, ticklish itch, but dared not move. His nimble fingers gently scratched her vulva a couple of times, making her even wetter, with some sticky secretions even through her panties. He touched her with varying pressure, even carefully searching for something.

Xiao Le was in so much pain she almost groaned. Her face flushed, she whispered, "No...don't do it anymore..." But it didn't seem to work. He groped around and somehow managed to slip his fingers under the edge of her panties, pinching her labia with two fingers. Temporarily wet, Xiao Le bent over, biting her hand and letting out a barely audible moan.

He waited a moment, until Xiao Le had adjusted slightly, then gently guided her to pull down her panties. Xiao Le leaned forward, almost unable to resist the pleasure. His fingers kneaded and rubbed around Xiao Le's vulva, and just as she was about to reach her limit, he inserted a finger into her wetness.

"Mmm..." Xiao Le whimpered, feeling a surge of satisfaction followed by an even stronger itch... He adjusted his position, reversed his hand, and began thrusting his fingers inside her vagina. His long, slightly curved fingers provided even more stimulation.

Xiao Le forced himself to pretend to listen to the lesson, while the water below flowed down his thighs and onto the ground. He inserted another finger, two fingers wading through the mud. Xiao Le almost couldn't hold back anymore; perhaps because there was too much water, or perhaps because his thrusting was too fast, it made a slight slapping sound. He quickly stopped and pulled his fingers out.

At this point, Xiao Le was already unable to stop. Suddenly feeling emptiness below, he instinctively reached out and grabbed him to stop him from leaving. He smiled wickedly, rubbed his fingers back and forth on Xiao Le's stockings a couple of times, and then inserted them again.

Xiao Le was now on the verge of collapse, writhing almost the instant his fingers entered, and he thrust in rhythm with them.

"Oh my god, it's like this every time, I can't take it anymore. It feels so good, his hands are so amazing, I'm going to fly, I'm going to fly..." Xiao Le's mind was filled with only the huge thing he had been holding, imagining how pleasurable it would be if it were inside him.

Finally, when he used three fingers, Xiao Le reached his climax, his juices gushing out and completely soaking his hand, flowing down his thighs, and soaking a large area of his short skirt.

Xiao Le lay down, his body trembling slightly, unable to move.

"Ring..." The school bell rang, but our Xiao Le would probably have to wait a while before he could go home.

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