Classroom sex

The thought of facing new classmates kept me awake, so in the middle of the night, I resorted to my most common method of hypnosis—masturbation. After another climax, I dragged my tired body to take a shower and finally fell asleep… Oh no! I'm going to be late! I jumped up quickly; my underwear was covered in last night's stains, I definitely couldn't wear it… No time! I hurriedly threw on my coat, quickly washed up and put on makeup, and ran out the door.

I finally made it to school on time. I ran up the stairs, not even caring if my short skirt would reveal I wasn't wearing anything. But just as I reached the second floor, someone suddenly rushed towards me from the side. Before I could react, he knocked me flying, sending me sprawling on my back.

"Ouch! That hurt!" I groaned softly. His slender fingers, as if brushing away dust, quickly and naturally straightened the hem of my skirt back into place. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" he apologized profusely as he helped me up.

He was stealing glances at me! Our eyes met, and a blush instantly spread across my face. I quickly put on an innocent expression… Oh no, he saw me… Just as I straightened up, my legs suddenly gave way… Oh no, I went too far last night! I even lost my balance, thankfully the boy caught me in time… Ugh, how annoying! His thing just pressed against my lower abdomen! I jerked away, gave him a disapproving look, muttered “Ugh,” picked up my bag, and ran towards the stairs.

“What’s your name?” his voice came from behind. Without stopping, I turned around and said, “I’m not telling you! You’re going to be late!”

“This is our new transfer student, Lin Anqi. Welcome, everyone.”

“Hello everyone, I’m Lin Anqi. I hope we can become good friends.”

“Report!” Someone interrupted my self-introduction at the door. Someone who arrives ten minutes late for class, really… I turned to look at him… Ah? It’s the person who bumped into me!

"Duan Ming! Why are you late again? How many times have I told you? You haven't changed at all! What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go to your seat!"

He quickly ran back to his seat in the back row... I continued my self-introduction, but seeing him made me panic, so I quickly finished... What should I do...? "Lin Anqi, there's an empty seat next to Duan Ming, you can sit there."

"Huh?" Oh no, I'm going to be his deskmate again, what am I going to do this time... I reluctantly went to his seat, carefully smiled at him, and sat down.

As expected, less than 20 seconds later, a small note was passed to me: "Did I bump into you and hurt you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

I glanced at him and replied with a note: "It really hurts, how are you going to make it up to me?"

"Want me to keep you company? How about I keep you company tonight :)"

"I hate it, who wants you to keep me company?

I'm the one who has to make it up to me." Actually, I didn't have a bad impression of him, so I didn't get angry. His roguish look was actually quite cute.

As we chatted, I suddenly felt something touch my thigh, which startled me. I looked down and saw it was his leg. Ugh, you little pervert… Seeing that I didn't move away, he seemed emboldened, pressing his thigh tightly against mine, hot and burning, making my heart pound. I wasn't going to be outdone, and I casually swayed my long legs, gently rubbing against his thigh. Just then, a hot hand moved over and gently placed itself on my thigh. Before I could react, it swiftly slipped between my thighs.

"Ah!" I managed to suppress a soft gasp. I initially thought he was just being a little rough, but I didn't expect him to be so bold and abrupt. It wasn't until his hot hand began to caress the inside of my soft thigh that I realized what was happening. I quickly leaned over the desk, one hand pressing down on his hand through my short skirt to stop him from going any further, the other hand covering my mouth, letting out a low, suppressed moan: "Ugh, no." Our seats were in a secluded corner of the last row of the classroom, with the classroom wall behind us. Unless someone deliberately bent down to peek, no one would notice. He suddenly brought his mouth close to my ear and gently blew a breath: "This morning—I—saw—it—"

These words were like a spell, instantly making my whole body go weak. He then added an even more explicit question: "Yesterday, did you—masturbate—until—late at night?"

I was startled; it was as if he had seen everything. And while I was filled with shame and shock, he slowly broke through my defenses, inserting his fingers along the gap between my full, shapely thighs, parting my soft, downy pubic hair, and gently teasingly stroking my slightly parted, pink labia.

"Oh," I let out a suppressed groan, my body trembling slightly as if electrocuted. My body is naturally sensitive, and this was precisely when I was most sensitive. Instinctively, I moved my full, round buttocks back, trying to avoid his lewd and obscene caresses, but it seemed I didn't succeed. He skillfully followed, his fingers completely encircling my alabaster mons pubis and the folds of my thighs, teasing my wet, soft labia until they were sticking up... Ah? When did I become so wet... How embarrassing... His fingers seemed to have magic; I felt an intense pleasure rising from my lower body, my lower abdomen burning hot. This feeling was familiar—a masterful prelude... Warm nectar was involuntarily flowing out from the point where my two jade lips met.

"Mmm." His fingertips pressed against my tender, sensitive pink clitoris, the layers of tender flesh in my honeypot opening undulated and writhed under his teasing, slippery nectar flowing out continuously… "No, we're in class, my classmates will see…" I whispered, still somewhat conscious.

Just as I uttered those words, he suddenly parted my firm, full labia, his fingers penetrating the soft, moist opening, slowly inserting themselves amidst the slippery fluid.

In the sacred classroom, under the noses of my teacher and classmates, to have my most erotic honeypot so lewdly played with—this scene had only ever appeared in my imagination, but now it was reality.

I couldn't help but gasp heavily, thankfully the students in front didn't notice. I bit my lip, controlling myself as I wrote on the paper: "You're so bad!"

He smiled wickedly, his fingers moving like fish within my body. No! I almost cried out, but thankfully I bit my lip. My body reacted instantly—a sudden, intense pleasure, almost making me dizzy, followed by a wave of intense relaxation and a warm sensation in my lower body… I had an orgasm… Thank goodness! Just then, the bell rang, and he quickly withdrew his hand. The students' noise masked my moans during my orgasm. I composed myself and rushed out.

Reaching the restroom, I practically ran into a stall, grabbed some tissues, carefully lifted my skirt, wiped away the fluid that had spurted from my vagina, and then dried myself with a wet wipe.

I didn't return to my seat until the next class bell rang. He quietly asked me, "Where did you go just now?"

I glared at him resentfully, "The bathroom!" He smiled slightly at me, his eyes fixed on the blackboard, and handed me a note: "I want to have sex with you."

...Judging by his technique, he must be really good at sex... I felt a urge returning to my lower body, and quickly stopped myself from thinking such things, returning the note: "Time? Place?"

He immediately replied, "Tonight, at my house." I replied, "There's one condition." "Say it!" " You're

not allowed to touch me during the day!"

"Okay!"

So during the day, we chatted easily and happily like old friends who had known each other for years. When no one was paying attention, he quietly asked, "Did you masturbate last night?"

I hit him hard with my textbook, completely extinguishing his last bit of curiosity about this question.

Anticipation for the enchanting evening was building, and as time ticked by, my body began to change. I kept getting distracted, imagining his size, his technique… and then suddenly my lower body felt wet… I looked at him, and he was staring at me lustfully. I couldn't help but give him a watery, suggestive look in return.

Ugh, why didn't they do it at noon? Even though school rules prohibit going home at noon, we could always find a secluded spot like the rooftop, the gymnasium, or the warehouse to make love, right? This is driving me crazy! Time dragged on. Finally, evening self-study began. I calmed down, sat up straight, and meticulously did my homework. But just as I was halfway through, the bright fluorescent lights in the classroom flickered and went out. Power outage!!!

The girls' screams and the boys' shouts instantly echoed throughout the classroom.

A thought flashed through my mind, and I was about to say something to the person beside me when a hand suddenly wrapped around my slender waist. I fell into his arms, my lower body almost instantly becoming wet.

I wanted it!

He certainly didn't hold back, his fingers expertly tracing the peach-like opening beneath my short skirt.

I trembled in his arms, warm, sticky nectar overflowing. I couldn't resist biting his shoulder to release my pent-up desire, then obediently pressed my lips to his. He tightened his grip on my slender waist, our tongues entwining wildly, his hand lifting my skirt, exposing my snow-white, sexy buttocks to the chill of the night. I sat on his lap, kissing him passionately. His hand slid inside my shirt; I wasn't wearing a bra, and my firm, snow-white breasts fell into his palm, almost instantly throbbing with desire. He vigorously caressed my high, firm breasts, his palm pressing against my gradually hardening, pink nipples.

"Ah, I'm so hot, so wet, so stimulating," I whispered in his ear. At the same time, I gently reached down and unzipped his zipper to feel his penis.

Mmm, so hot and thick… I suddenly felt an intense emptiness in my lower body… I needed it!

I tried everything to please it, stroking it, making it thrust upwards, while simultaneously spreading my legs and slowly sitting down on it.

So good… so big, so hot, just the glans alone made my whole body go numb. I carefully parted myself with one hand, enjoying his stimulation of my breasts, while using the other hand to support it and sit down against it. The slippery, moist, and hot flesh of my vagina tightly enveloped his hot, hard penis, sucking and gripping it from within.

I gripped his shoulders tightly, my plump, round buttocks slowly sinking down, my wet, tight vagina constantly contracting and undulating under the pressure of the mushroom-shaped glans, tightly entwining the penis. Only when the head of his penis reached the tender core of my flower did I let out a low, suppressed moan.

The chatter and conversation of the other students were right beside me. In this boundless darkness, his large penis was firmly inserted into me—in the wanton, wet honey hole of Lin Anqi, the little beauty in everyone's eyes—right before their very eyes, engaging in wanton intercourse.

He slowly raised my upturned buttocks, his large penis, covered in my honeyed fluid, tightly held by my tender flesh, rubbing against the soft vaginal flesh as he slowly withdrew. When he reached the glans, he suddenly put me down, his glans whistling as it cleaved through the undulating folds of flesh and thrust in. The hunger of my body during the long day was suddenly met with such intense satisfaction that I almost collapsed on top of him, clinging tightly to his shoulders, trying not to scream. Every time he thrust in hard, I convulsed, gripping him tightly, biting his shoulders, and letting out a low, guttural sound.

The thrill of making love in public was incredibly arousing. In the darkness, my attention was almost entirely focused on the friction of our skin against each other, greatly amplifying the primal pleasure. I felt his penis swelling angrily inside me, making soft, wet sounds as it thrust powerfully and deeply into my tight little hole.

It was amazing! My second orgasm almost immediately followed. My whole body went limp, my mind a little hazy, and I don't even know if I moaned a few times. Luckily, the classroom was chaotic, and we were sitting in a corner, so no one noticed the intoxicating moans coming from us. His penis was truly amazing; I could barely control myself as he brought me to orgasm, warm, sticky fluids constantly overflowing.

Then, he became even more brutal, his storm of attacks making me involuntarily even more aroused: "Mmm...mmm...husband...I...I feel so good...you're killing me..."

He didn't give me a chance to breathe, relentlessly thrusting in and out like a storm. Each time he retreated to the head, each time he penetrated to the root, my tender, trembling flesh trembled and contracted, my juices soaking our thighs with the intense thrusts. A pair of large hands roughly pulled open my shirt, forcefully kneading my perfectly round, hemispherical, and incredibly elastic breasts.

This round of attacks ended with another orgasm for me, my snow-white buttocks covered in juices. I trembled beneath him, biting my collar tightly to stifle my cries, my hands reaching inside his clothes, gripping his back muscles, my plump, upturned buttocks thrusting repeatedly, I achieved the most perfect pleasure! Panting, I repeatedly uttered a few syllables, broken and intermittent: "Faster, faster...deeper...ah...um..."

He growled softly, picked me up, pressed me against the desk, forcefully spreading my full, shapely thighs, his thick penis thrusting into my soft, moist opening, all the way in. The intense, erotic collisions of Mayday made a series of slapping sounds, but my mind didn't even consider stopping to cover it up; all I wanted was to keep making love! To make love more intensely! To let the passion of youth break free from the shackles of morality and be released wildly and vigorously.

I convulsed again, my shapely legs tightly wrapped around his waist, my sharp nails digging into his flesh. I gasped wildly, whispering moans in his ear, "Don't stop! Please... don't stop... mmm..." His penis swelled inside me in waves, each thrust bringing me immense pleasure. My head was spinning, as if I were suffocating. Waves of electricity surged through my vagina, making me want to ejaculate freely.

Then he launched his final assault. I gritted my teeth, using the last of my strength to endure his most violent thrusts. My vision blurred, and I knew the gates to ecstasy were about to open!

Unable to clench my teeth, I continued to bite his shoulder hard, letting out soft, dying moans of pleasure from my small throat.

His hard penis continued to swell, the powerful thrusts stretching my vagina to the point of ecstasy.

"Come on! Shoot... into me... fill... my little hole with your semen..." I couldn't take it anymore; my body convulsed briefly again, my mind went blank, a wave of euphoric exhaustion washed over me, and my lower body felt warm again, my flower gushing out a large gush of incredibly warm fluid.

He shivered, pulling her limp body closer, his large penis throbbing and pulsating under the grip of my warm, soft vaginal muscles, powerfully shooting streams of thick, milky semen into my uterus. So hot, so good!

I struggled to lift my head, my warm, moist lips searching for his. We kissed passionately, our tongues entwining like nimble snakes, conveying the sweet afterglow of passion.

I had no strength left in my body. Lying in his arms, I felt him pull his penis out of my slightly parted labia, and gently dressed us.

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