Spraying in the classroom

P.S.: This story is available in the forum's old book archive, but it's all unfinished! Part

1

: During my senior year of high school, I became very close to a girl in my class. It started with playful banter during breaks and progressed to me walking her home after evening self-study. Our relationship grew increasingly intimate; this was probably my first love.

I was only 19 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, which still seems funny to me now. We lived relatively close, 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 were always a little wrinkled on the sides, but smooth in the middle.

"Maybe they're stretched tight?" I secretly glanced at her breasts, and my penis unconsciously hardened. I was very embarrassed at the time, afraid she would see my sweatpants bulging, so I had to lean forward slightly and walk with a hunched back. I wonder if she noticed.

After wandering the alleys more often, I grew bolder, but it was still just holding her close and gently kissing her face. Her breasts pressed against my chest, soft and elastic, so I got mischievous and hugged her tighter and tighter, her breasts pressed against my chest, the hemispheres becoming flattened. Stroking her back, even through her school uniform, I could feel how smooth her skin was.

Once, after a hug, we continued to wander aimlessly in the alleys. She blushed a little and said, "Yours... is so long." My mind went blank, and I was very embarrassed. It must have been because my penis had been pressing against her while I was hugging her, and she had noticed. After

similar things happened repeatedly, I became even bolder, haha. At that time, the school required everyone to stay at school for evening self-study. After self-study ended at 8 o'clock, she and I would walk home together.

One evening after self-study, we didn't go straight home, but went to wander in that alley again. The houses on both sides of that alley were villas, mostly inhabited by overseas Chinese and the like, who didn't come back often, so it was rare to see anyone walking around. So, under the dim streetlights, it was just the two of us.

I leaned against one of the lamps, hugging her from behind, my face pressed against her shoulder-length hair. I could see her chest rising and falling. She was still wearing a white shirt that day, and although I could feel the school uniform was quite loose around her waist, her chest felt a little tight. The school uniform was white and rather thin, and under the dim streetlights, 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 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 extremely nervous, but my hands kept moving upwards, my thumb already touching something slightly hard, probably the bottom edge of her bra. My intentions were completely exposed. She was still looking, not saying a word, her chest heaving. For a moment, the air froze.

I was caught in a bind, and without thinking, I grabbed her full breasts with both hands. The feeling at that moment is unforgettable; an extremely soft and elastic sensation rushed from my fingertips to my cerebral cortex, accompanied by a delicate fragrance… Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed my hands, like a slap in the face, instantly making me extremely uneasy. What was wrong with her? Did she dislike what I was doing? Did she think I was being indecent? Many guesses flashed through my mind in a split second. From behind, I saw her head down, holding my hands, as if watching me. I dared not 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 her uniform wasn't a bra, but a small tank top. My courage grew, and I squeezed her breasts with my fingers together; the feeling of their elasticity made me dizzy!

Unexpectedly, she grabbed my hand and slowly began to knead her breasts. I loosened my grip, and as she gently massaged her breasts, my penis became very hard, as if something was leaking from the tip.

I was losing control, and my lower body rubbed against her coccyx in rhythm with her movements. At that moment, I felt something hard pressing against my palm. As I slowly massaged her breasts, that hard thing wiggled.

"Her nipples."

Although I was somewhat delirious, I still had common sense. Her hand slowly released its grip, and my heart pounded even harder. My hands left her chest and slipped under her school uniform. First, I touched her waist, a smooth sensation. I reached up and touched 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 that my hands could reach inside. First, I lifted her tank top with my fingers, finding it elastic. Taking advantage of the moment, I pulled it up, and two warm, fleshy mounds sprang into my palm. I almost suffocated.

Stroking her silky skin, I gently pinched her nipples. She let out a soft gasp. I pinched and played with them with my index finger and thumb. I realized how big a girl's nipples were—like peanuts, a little long, and the feel was different from her breasts. I couldn't resist pinching one. 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, whispering, "It feels good, keep going." So I kneaded her breasts with my palms, pinching her nipples with my fingers, my movements gradually becoming bolder, pushing her nipples up and down, or gently pulling them outwards. I remember when I did this, she bit her lip, and her arms around my neck tightened…

II.

I pinched her nipples, kissing her neck incessantly, and she moaned softly. Blood surged through my brain, the whole world receded like a receding tide, leaving only the beating of our hearts.

I abruptly turned her around, pressing her against the wall, face to face. Her eyes were glazed, her hair slightly disheveled. I unbuttoned her blouse, and a pair of fleshy mounds burst into view through the lifted cotton vest. Two pink nipples stood proudly erect, a few fine hairs on the areolas.

I grabbed her breasts without hesitation, the nipples peeking out from between my fingers. I pressed my index and middle fingers together, rubbing them incessantly, the nipples stimulating her areolas, eliciting a soft moan from deep within her throat. Her hands roamed over my waist, caressing my lower abdomen.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her hand touched the head of my penis. Like a flash of cold lightning, I grabbed her small hand and pressed it against my penis. Even through my pants, she slowly explored, gradually grasping my penis.

Still not satisfied, I grabbed her hand again and quickly shoved it into my underwear. Her small hand, like a piece of cool silk, gently grasped my penis, bringing a cooling sensation to my burning lower body.

A viscous fluid oozed from my glans, smearing it on her wrist. A sudden, inexplicable urge surged through me; I gripped her breast, 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, biting hard at the areola with my teeth.

Suddenly, I lifted my head, biting her nipple, and she instinctively gripped my penis tightly. I almost lost my mind, holding her hand, stroking my penis repeatedly. My shaft throbbed painfully, while my other hand vigorously kneaded her round breasts. I lowered my head, sucking wildly on her nipple, letting out a beastly growl.

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 scalp, a twitch ran down my spine, and my penis trembled violently. She instinctively tightened her grip on my penis, an uncontrollable spasm seeming to come from ancient times.

I ejaculated violently, shooting out streams of hot semen onto her hand. She was somewhat panicked, 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 squeezed until they were slightly red… I don't remember how I got home that day. I lied, saying I had gone to help the teacher with some chores. I didn't pay attention in class and often slept, but my grades were okay, and apart from the strict English teacher, I was quite familiar with the other teachers, so sometimes I would help them correct papers or something. My mother naturally believed me.

As I lay in bed, the image of our intimate moment kept replaying in my mind, hazy and indistinct. I hastily did some homework—math or physics, I don't know if I got it right or wrong, or even if I did it at all. I kept doubting whether it had actually happened; it all seemed too fast, too unreal.

I'm usually a respectable person, always deferential to girls, so why did I seem so abnormal around 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 a druid… When I opened my eyes again, it was already 7:20 in the morning. I was shocked and quickly grabbed another watch; it was still 7:20. I immediately jumped out of bed, pulled up my pants, grabbed my schoolbag, and hopped downstairs, speeding away amidst the shouts and curses of the old gatekeeper.

Luckily, I found the classroom in complete chaos as soon as I entered. 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! Get into 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 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 white tank top was faintly visible under her shirt. 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 easier for two language arts representatives to sit together to collect homework; it's a good thing. And if you're good at studying, 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 means, 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 stole a glance at Fei, only to find her engrossed in a comic book, a faint smile playing on her lips, her fair cheeks flushed a rosy hue. I reached out and touched her wrist, feeling its delicate smoothness. She assumed I wanted to hold her hand, so she held the comic book in one hand and reached out the other without turning around. My hand froze in mid-air; her fingers pressed against my lower abdomen… I was

startled

; her hand grasped nothing, and she blushed. For a moment, we were both at a loss. The political class continued, incredibly tedious. I took Fei's hand and placed it on my thigh, feeling the soft, boneless tenderness of her small hand—a tenderness so familiar, the events of last night flashing before my eyes. Unconsciously, my penis became erect.

I stole another glance at her, only to see her still holding the comic book, her eyes fixed on my crotch with surprise. I froze, and she noticed my gaze too. Our eyes met, both of us a little embarrassed. She bit her lower lip, frowned, and pointed to the mound of flesh on my pants. I grinned and shrugged, indicating that this was beyond my 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, no one could see what we were doing unless someone else stood up.

This situation probably gave her the courage to be mischievous. After the first flick, she continued with a second, a third… Apparently, she discovered that each flick was slightly different (because the point of impact was different, the path of the simple harmonic motion was not exactly the same each time), so she seemed quite interested.

I looked at her, and she smiled back and made a face. She reached out and gently touched the top of my penis, as if stroking a child's head. I gasped again.

She noticed my action, seemed a little puzzled, and tilted her head to the side, leaning on the table: "Does it hurt?"

I smiled wryly, of course not.

She said: "Let me see."

It was as if she wanted to borrow my eraser. I glared at her; wasn't this a bit too much? 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 inconvenient underwear. My penis sprang out, and she immediately pulled her hand back, her eyes wide as she stared at the erection.

I put my hand on the table, looking at her, unsure whether I should comfort her, but had I scared her?

This was really strange.

She stuck her tongue out at me, then reached out and grabbed my penis, saying, "It's so hot, you jerk." Her fair fingers wrapped around my dark penis, providing a strong visual stimulation; unfortunately, the others weren't so lucky, 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 turned slightly red, and she laughed, saying, "You're exaggerating?" I nodded in agreement. She noticed a crack on the glans, and out of curiosity, she pried it open with her fingers to examine it. A surge of excitement coursed through her, and she gently stroked the skin beneath the glans with her thumb and forefinger.

My expression must have been complex, but the waves of pleasure that followed made me bite my lip and stare wide-eyed at our energetic homeroom teacher. Although her movements weren't quite as good as mine, I found it incredibly stimulating.

Then, the bell rang at an inopportune moment, and everything was abruptly cut short. The teacher rambled on for the last bit, and she responsibly shoved my erect penis inside. All morning, I was listless and burning with desire, my hands flailing about like they were practicing eagle claw kung fu.

After four classes, everyone rushed to the cafeteria, the snack shops on the street, and some probably even went to entertainment venues. The entire junior high building was deathly silent.

She and I stayed in the classroom, seemingly in perfect unspoken agreement. 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 squinted her eyes.

I gently squeezed them; they were so soft, and my penis hardened again. She noticed the small mounds appearing on my pants and, with renewed interest, pulled out my penis and began to play with it.

Gradually, her nipples hardened too. I went from gently rubbing her breasts to pinching and kneading her nipples, pulling her shirt tighter, revealing a distinct, unusually sexy bulge on her breast.

She was also constantly stroking my penis. I said, "Hurry up."

She obeyed obediently. My breathing became heavy. I abandoned her nipples and roughly grabbed her breasts again, kneading them, occasionally lowering my head to kiss her neck, cheeks, and lips.

My penis grew harder and harder. I pressed my hand, which had been supporting her back, against her neck and said, "Fei, help me, will you suck me?"

She pressed her face against mine and gave me a light kiss: "No, what does it taste like?"

I said, "Fei, I can't take it anymore, please help me, just keep it in your mouth." Unable

to resist my pleading, she blushed, bent down, and first tentatively licked my glans with her tongue. I let out a soft cry; her tongue was exceptionally soft and warm, like an electric current coiling around my glans, striking my cerebral cortex.

As if she had made a great decision, after licking her lips, she took my penis into her mouth without hesitation.

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 hands, quick, quick."

She then slowly began to move her tongue up and down, sometimes pressing against my urethral opening, gently flicking it, feeling as if she had licked open the slit, and some sticky fluid seemed to flow out, sticking 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 occasionally brush against 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 me, and my dark pubic hair would occasionally brush against her slightly flushed face. I trembled slightly with waves of pleasure, reached out and unbuttoned her blouse, lifted her cotton vest, and grabbed her two warm, large breasts, playing with them in rhythm with her up-and-down movements, sometimes pinching her nipples and rubbing them hard.

Her mouth movements quickened, and she would bite them occasionally. I grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers. Finally, I instinctively pulled down her breasts, thrust my hips, and my penis swelled, ejaculating violently in her mouth. She stopped moving, still holding my penis in her mouth.

My hand loosened, and I slumped onto the chair. She looked up, somewhat embarrassed, with a little semen at the corner of her mouth. She smoothed her hair behind her ear, smiled 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.

IV

From then on, I looked forward to it every day, looking forward to some new experiences. But the senior year of high school was getting busier and busier. We had tests every week, and there was no time for flirting. Naturally, I became more and more well-behaved in class.

Sometime before the midterm of the second semester of senior year. That afternoon, during the class meeting, the homeroom teacher, who taught politics, went up to the podium and said that he was going to announce the list of students who would be directly promoted to the next grade. Fei and I were on the list. We'd done well on our three consecutive direct-entry exams this semester, so we were somewhat prepared, but still quite excited. From then on, we had nothing to do except collect homework. The teacher warned us to study, but to hell with it, that idiot politics teacher.

The next day, class continued, this time math. The math teacher was a girl named Wanqing, who had only been teaching for two years. She was incredibly good at math, short hair, 160cm tall, with a healthy light brown complexion, a bit thin, and a round chest like a pair of small apples. She was very lively and would throw chalk at students who were dozing off during class. Of course, I was hit countless times. I liked to brag to her when I had free time, so we became quite close. Yesterday, when she found out I got direct-entry, 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 strange problems, occasionally asking people to come up and solve them. I didn't know how, 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—or so it looked from Wanqing's perspective. 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 felt cool, like touching a smooth piece of crystal.

I removed my hand from her skirt and slipped it inside. Her skin was beautiful, supple, and her thighs were incredibly soft. As my hand moved upwards, her skirt was slightly lifted. I checked her reaction; she knew I was watching, stuck out her tongue, and then focused on her comic book.

I felt a surge of satisfaction. Fei didn't object, so I continued my exploration. Her skirt had ridden up quite a bit, and my fingers suddenly touched fabric—her panties. She seemed oblivious, leaning over the table, her hands pressed against the book, and 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, while mine was sexyly lifted to her waist, revealing the edge of her panties. She buried her face, as if dozing off. I grew bolder and my fingers moved between her legs. Her legs were slightly parted, just enough for my middle and index fingers to fit in the middle.

I gently stroked upwards, feeling the pressure on her pubic hair beneath my fingers, making a soft sound. I stroked her again and again from top to bottom and then from bottom to top. My lower body began to arouse, my penis pressing against the desk. After playing for a while, I greedily wanted to put my hand inside. So I used my middle finger to lift the inside of her panties, and I looked down. Her pubic hair was exposed, somewhat shiny.

Suddenly, she reached out, her head still buried, and grabbed my penis hard. Instead, I found it incredibly pleasurable. I immediately slipped my index and middle fingers inside her panties. The first sensation was warmth and wetness. My middle finger rested on her labia, soft and sticky at the tip, the surrounding pubic hair feeling like cotton padding my hand.

I moved my middle finger downwards, trying to stay close to the bottom of her labia, slowly pulling it up. With a slight push, her labia parted slightly, enveloping my finger. I continued moving upwards, feeling her labia gradually close. I lifted my finger, touching the upper edge of her labia, feeling 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, angrily pointing at the ceiling. Fei's hand reached out just in time and grabbed it. The cicadas outside were chirping loudly, but I shuddered. Her delicate hand, holding my penis, froze, probably startled.

Wanqing was still calmly explaining her math problems on the podium. All the students were watching her, and since we were at the back of the class, there was no one else in the same row, so they didn't see our exciting scene: I lifted Fei's skirt and slipped my hand inside her panties. A wisp of pubic hair peeked out from the edge. 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 it. I glanced at Tang Pangzi; he was in the middle of the front row, looking at a book filled with Japanese writing. This guy got promoted but still lives such a stressful life, learning Japanese just to play video games.

As I gently played with Fei's clitoris, I watched her. Although her head was down, I could still see her face was slightly flushed, a beautiful rosy pink. Her hand retaliated by stroking my penis up and down.

My breathing became labored, but my fingers remained dedicated. He would turn her around a few times, then gently press her clitoris. Sometimes he would put his middle finger on her labia, dab some of the mucus on her clitoris, and his ring finger and thumb would constantly stroke 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 her clitoral foreskin and rubbed it repeatedly. Her clitoris bounced up and down rhythmically, and 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 and stretched my legs as much as possible. Glistening, sticky fluid flowed from the head of my penis. I also quickened my movements, alternating between my two fingers, rapidly pulling at her clitoris. Through her pulled-back panties, I could see her pink labia secreting a lot of fluid, a small trickle oozing out, some sticking to her pubic hair.

Her grip tightened, as if she wanted to crush my penis. I felt a sharp pain from her pinching, but the stimulation excited me intensely. I gritted my teeth, pulled out a tissue, and covered my glans. My left hand quickened its pace, 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 spasm violently. Fei worked my foreskin even more intensely, scraping the underside of my penis with her thumb, helping to squeeze out large gushes of semen. My spasms slowed, and my purplish glans ejaculated the last stream of semen. Fei's hand continued to work on my penis in rhythm with my clitoris manipulation.

Suddenly, her hand stopped moving, instead gripping my penis, her hand trembling. My movements quickened, and she abruptly pulled her hand away, pressing my fingers against her labia. A gush of hot, sticky, wet fluid hit my hand.

I glanced at the podium. Wanqing had turned away to write something, so I reached out and grabbed Fei's breast, squeezing it so tightly it was almost deformed. Then I quickly pinched and tugged at her two hard nipples. She turned her head, which had been lowered, and smiled at me, her face flushed… A wonderful day ended. Fei went home first, and I went to the office to get the homework. Only Wanqing was there. I smiled and said, "Hey beautiful, aren't you leaving yet?" while flipping through the homework books 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." I picked up a large stack of composition books to take back to the classroom. As I walked past her desk, I saw that 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. Oh dear, Fei had really aroused me today.

A thought struck me, and I leaned 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, I felt something was off, and my heart pounded. This Wanqing, though my teacher, I usually just hang out with her 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. I thought for a while; she hadn't seemed to look at me much 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 play.

5.

I kept thinking about what Wanqing had said that day, so I didn't dare to be too arrogant in class, especially in her class. However, I didn't tell Fei about what happened that day, lest I scare her and make her never let me touch her at school again. Was that a bit naughty? Hehe.

It was summer after all, and Fei was dressed sexily. Normally everyone should wear school uniforms, but now that she's a direct-entry student, 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 tailored, quite narrow at the waist, and the chest area was often a bit tight and wrinkled. The short sleeves revealed her fair elbows. I really liked seeing her in this outfit.

When she came in, she said that the area above her waist was a bit tight. I reached out and held her waist, my thumb pressing just below her breast. I smiled and secretly used my thumb to support her breast, saying, "Is it tight here?" She nervously said yes. I suddenly remembered that we were in the classroom. Was this a bit too much? Just as I was about to let go, I saw a dark mark on her breast, visible through her somewhat transparent bra. Why is this little woman so excited?

I swallowed hard, trying to avoid looking at her aroused breasts.

I fell asleep during math class, finally I could get a peaceful sleep, right? I was dreaming of playing a hero fighting monsters when I was suddenly hit on the head with a 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 a smug grin, and Wanqing looking at me arrogantly from the podium. Now I was going to get a piece of chalk from her?! I sighed at my bad luck. The consequence of getting too close to the teacher is that she often uses you as an example to warn others, 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 boy again.

Self-study period. I was slowly scraping my ice cream with a spoon, everyone 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 with 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 of them, holding it in my palm, my index and middle fingers pinching her still-small nipple, feeling it slowly harden. I glanced 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 elastic tank top. I easily flipped it up, and her two white breasts bounced.

I loved Fei's nipples; her areolas were pink, surrounded by a few soft hairs. Whenever I saw these hairs, I got incredibly excited. I couldn't resist; I lowered my head and licked her areola with my tongue, flicking the hairs with the tip of my tongue. Fei's face flushed red. She bit her lower lip, but made no other move. Her left nipple, which hadn't hardened at first, slowly turned red after I licked it. The originally pink nipple gradually hardened, growing larger and larger, like a penis. Now, Fei's two alabaster-white breasts had erect, red nipples, about the size of peanuts, resembling budding white lotus flowers with pink tips.

I gently touched Fei's breasts, deliberately avoiding her nipples. Her breasts were very elastic. I grabbed one, applied a little pressure, and released it, leaving a red mark. After a while, the mark 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: "You want to die? You're crazy!"

Because I hadn't touched her nipples, they slowly softened, turning back into pink little beans. I couldn't resist any longer. I lowered my head and bit down on her nipple. She let out a soft "mmm." Her little nipple swelled rapidly on my tongue. I flicked her nipple around with my tongue, and a milky scent filled her breasts. I couldn't help but start sucking hard. Fei frowned, but a slight smile played on her lips. I pulled away and began to circle her nipple with my tongue. Suddenly, I bit down on her nipple with my teeth. With a forceful bite, she clenched her fist.

Her breasts gradually became hot, and I suddenly felt a sadistic pleasure. I pulled one hand away and laboriously scraped off a small piece of ice cream with a spoon. Fei had her eyes closed the whole time, so of course she didn't see what I was doing, but she'll find out soon enough, hehe.

I crept closer to Fei's breasts and suddenly shoved the ice cream onto her nipple. I could almost hear the ice cream thawing; she immediately grabbed my leg. I placed a spoon on her other nipple and deliberately scraped it with the edge until the spoon was clean. Each time I scraped, her nipple twitched, and I could hear a faint scraping sound—it was incredibly stimulating, and Fei seemed to enjoy it.

The ice cream on her hot breasts had already begun to melt. I lowered my head and took Fei's nipple into my mouth, slowly swallowing the ice cream. When I licked her nipple again, I realized it was icy cold from the ice cream; it was a perfect way to cool down! I licked the other breast clean, then used my cool tongue to lick down her cleavage to her chin.

Fei sighed softly, confirming that she appreciated it. Now her nipples and areolas were all red, and her left nipple was even a little swollen from where I had bitten it. I pinched it, greedily inhaling the milky scent emanating from Fei's breasts, almost forgetting everything else in the world. I carefully helped Fei get dressed again. Everyone was still busy, and Fatty Tang had already fallen asleep.

Fei turned over, smiled, and pinched my thigh: "You rascal!" I nodded politely, indicating that I was happy to provide such service. Fei placed her hands on my legs and buried her head in them. Unfortunately, her forehead touched my angry penis. She looked up at me, mouthed "Oh, yeah," and before I could react, she reached out and unzipped my pants, pulling out my penis. Her nose just touched my penis, sniffed it a few times, and then flicked it with her finger.

My penis was already very hard, and after what she did, I couldn't hold back any longer and pinched her little butt. She turned her head to the side, bared her teeth, and bit down on my penis, like she was eating a corncob. I involuntarily tightened my buttocks and arched my body upwards.

Then, Fisson opened her mouth and immediately took my penis into her mouth again, her hands on my thighs, rapidly stroking me up and down. I even found it difficult to breathe. The hand that had been pinching her buttocks suddenly slipped under her skirt, my middle finger pushing open her panties, my palm covering her buttocks, my fingers gripping tightly.

Her movements became faster and faster, and she even freed one hand to hold my scrotum, gently rubbing my testicles. My penis was as hard as iron, the glans constantly touching her soft, warm palate. My hand reached down, my fingertips forcefully scraping across her anus, then forcefully scraping towards her labia, and grabbing her pubic hair.

She bit down hard on my penis, thrusting in and out wildly, her fangs scraping deeply against it each time… I finally thrust upwards violently, pulling my hand back and quickly slipping it inside Fei's collar and bra, grasping her breasts and pinching her nipples tightly. With my other hand, I pressed Fei's head down and ejaculated violently into her warm mouth.

Five minutes passed like this. I slowly released her, and Fei slowly spat out my penis, now limp and covered in her saliva and my semen. Fei remained on my lap. I looked at her flushed face; she was licking her lips, her mouth moving as she slowly swallowed my semen. Finally, she made a face and propped herself up.

I looked up, and my mind went blank—Wanqing had just walked in, her gaze falling on us. Fei was still propped up on my legs. My face flushed red. Wanqing looked at me strangely and turned to walk towards the blackboard. Fei was completely oblivious; she was carefully straightening her skirt, which I had wrinkled.

What exactly did Wanqing see just now?

My mind was a complete mess; after all, she's a teacher. Wanqing's image began to grow grander, her usual playful demeanor gradually fading away, replaced by the serious look of a politics teacher—a rather silly, yet invigorating, image. I remained immersed in this fantasy until school ended at noon.

I felt I should test the waters, but I hadn't figured out how, so I decided to feign seriousness first—I spent the entire afternoon studying my math book. Tang Pangzi's gaze made me feel embarrassed; his eyes first showed confusion, then quickly turned to contempt. What did that pig know? I'd beat him up after I got a sense of Wanqing's attitude.

Unfortunately, Wanqing didn't show up all afternoon. In other words, she didn't see my feigned seriousness at all—idiot!! The days continued to

pass

, and Wanqing remained silent. I gradually forgot about that day.

In June, everyone's revision had reached its final, tense stage. We didn't go to school much anymore. Every day I went to Tang Pangzi's house to play, and at night I would hide in my room and chat on the phone with Fei for hours. Life was leisurely.

One day, the Chinese teacher called, saying she had to go to a meeting and that I needed to go back and distribute the newly printed exercises the next evening during self-study. It seemed like everyone would have at least thirty or forty pages.

The next evening, after dinner, I went to the school office.

There was a huge pile of exercises; my eyes were blurry from looking at them, and I was slowly sorting them out. Just then, Wanqing walked in from outside carrying a lunchbox. I looked up and saw her. "Oh, beautiful, are you on duty for self-study tonight?" Wanqing glared at me. "You little devil, what are you doing here causing trouble? Don't make things worse." I smiled and reminded her that I was the Chinese teacher representative. She looked at me and said, "Oh, where's Fei? Isn't she on duty too?" Then she went back to eating.

I realized the topic was off, and I looked at her. She had just looked up, and we locked eyes for a moment of awkward silence. I panicked a little, grabbed a stack of exercises, and left.

It was already very hot in Guangzhou in June. The classroom, packed with over 40 students, felt like a sauna. I finished distributing the first four pages of exercises and rushed out. But it wouldn't be much cooler outside, so I decided to go to the office and let the fan blow on me.

Wanqing glanced at me, said nothing, and continued grading homework. I stood next to her, unbuttoning my collar to let the fan blow on. Looking down at Wanqing, I saw she was wearing a floral sundress, revealing her shapely shoulders. Her skin was smooth, with a slightly frosted texture, delicate collarbones, and small breasts. I suddenly felt an urge to kiss her neck… Wanqing looked up. What was in her large eyes?

We stared at each other. Wanqing was wearing a peach-pink lipstick today, which I liked.

Wanqing's delicate nose made me want to kiss her again.

For a moment, the world seemed to fall into darkness in a stalemate. Outside the school, everything remained the same; the school's main power room was not fulfilling its duties. "

What's wrong?" Wanqing stood up to check the circuit breaker, but bumped into me beside her.

A soft, boneless impact, and I felt a sweet fragrance.

Wanqing buried her head in my chest, and I held her shoulders. She took a deep breath and looked up at me in the darkness. Slowly, her outstretched hands closed, wrapping around my waist. There was a faint fragrance in the air. Looking at her, a surge of impulse overwhelmed me, and I lowered my head in the darkness to kiss her rosy lips.

I felt her rosy lips, so fragrant. I kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead. My hands, which had been on her shoulders, slowly moved to her collarbone, my thumbs pressing against it, gently stroking it; it was as smooth as frosted crystal. My hands slid down the straps of her dress, from her collarbone down to her smooth skin, gradually becoming fuller.

We kissed passionately. My hands also groped restlessly at her dress. She released her hands, deftly flicked the straps off her shoulders, then twisted her hands behind her back and gently pulled off her lace bra. In the darkness, I felt a surge of heat and the subsequent scent of milk. I lowered my hands from her chest.

A pair of small, green apples fell into my hands, warm and plump.

Wanqing's breasts were firm and elastic. My fingers lightly traced their surfaces; her nipples were like two small beans, soft and tender. Suddenly aroused, I grabbed Wanqing's slender waist and lifted her up, placing her on the table. Wanqing sat on the table, and I held her breasts, which filled my hands perfectly. I wrapped my arms around Wanqing's waist and licked her areola with my tongue. Wanqing probably didn't expect me to do this and let out a soft moan.

My tongue licked her areola again and again, but never touched her nipple. Gradually, I felt small bumps appear on her areola. After licking for a while, I turned to taste her right breast. Wanqing's hands were on my shoulders, gently playing with my hair. Slowly, her movements became tense. Slowly, she loosened her grip, then tightly grasped my shoulders again.

Wanqing was somewhat intoxicated, moaning softly. Suddenly, I pressed hard against her breast and sucked on her nipple. Her soft nipple swelled rapidly under my sucking. I pinched her other nipple with my fingers, deliberately squeezing it hard, and the nipple also began to swell. I then greedily sucked on this nipple, occasionally biting it with my teeth.

Wanqing moaned "Mmm...mmm..." and pulled my head, pressing it forcefully against her breasts. After a while, I left her breasts and found her lips again, my hands constantly caressing her nipples.

The entire school was still pitch black, everyone was laughing and talking loudly, enjoying the rare break between classes. But no one intended to go to the office, probably assuming Wanqing had already run to the main power room to check what was going on.

In the office, I pressed my lips to Wanqing's, my hands slowly moving to her thighs. I lifted her not-too-long skirt, my fingers tracing down her smooth thighs towards her groin. Just as my hands touched Wanqing's panties, the lights came on.

Wanqing's first reaction was to push me away. I stared blankly at her exposed breasts and her sky-blue panties. She glared at me, then laughed, "You naughty boy, what are you looking at?" I smiled awkwardly, unsure how to respond. She jumped off the desk, straightened her clothes, and came over to kiss my chin. I took her hand, looking at her delicate nose, big eyes, strong shoulders, and smooth skin—a beauty different from Fei's, as if I wanted to pull her into my arms. She seemed to see desire in my eyes, and punched me in the chest, "What are you staring at? Go and finish your Chinese exercises." Then I left the office.

Wanqing went to the classroom and everyone was busy again. I handed out the remaining Chinese exercises; everyone had 31 pages in total, which was quite a lot. Before leaving, I secretly leaned over and kissed Wanqing. She looked up and said, "You naughty boy, haven't you done enough bad things? Go home now." Then she blushed. I smiled, cupped her face, and kissed her again.

That night, I tossed and turned in bed, sometimes thinking about Wanqing, sometimes about Fei. It felt strange. Wanqing is my math teacher; was what I was doing wrong? But she looked like a high school girl, so thinking about it that way felt pretty good. Thinking about Fei made me feel confused. Was I being fickle? Right, did Wanqing see what happened between me and Fei? I forgot to ask tonight, silly! I turned over and noticed that it was already getting light outside.

Seven

. I hadn't had a long phone call with Fei for a whole week, just a quick call every other day. Fei, seeing my absent-mindedness, assumed I was having too much fun at Tang Pangzi's house every day, and grumbled a few times before

letting it go. That day, it was Wanqing's turn to be on duty again.

I was a little restless, and went back to school after dinner.

I ran into Wanqing in the corridor, and my heart pounded. I tried to force a smile, but Wanqing saw my strange expression and seemed quite happy.

Evening self-study started on time. Wanqing went into the office, and I followed. Wanqing sat in her seat, and I sat next to her, watching her. Then I told a joke, followed by an awkward silence. When I'm nervous, nothing I say is funny. After the silence, Wanqing pointed at me and burst into laughter.

I smiled awkwardly, still looking at Wanqing. Wanqing finished laughing and smiled back at me. Her smile was so captivating; I was mesmerized. She pouted, "You naughty boy, go turn off the fan; it's making me dizzy."

I obediently stood up, walked to the door, and was about to press the fan switch when Wanqing suddenly reached behind me and turned off the light.

Moonlight streamed into the room through the window, casting dappled shadows on the floor like a splash of ink. I leaned against the door, Wanqing's hand still resting on the light switch, a delicate fragrance wafting through the air. I took a deep breath—how could it smell so good?

Wanqing smiled, "Naughty boy, let's find it out." A wave of dizziness washed over me, my blood splitting in two, one rushing to my brain, the other to my groin. Like a hungry wolf, I grabbed at Wanqing's breasts. Wanqing let out a soft cry, "Naughty boy, you've done something bad again." I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore, my hands gripping her small but firm breasts, kneading them haphazardly. Wanqing's moans of "Mmm..." only fueled my desire. I stopped, unbuttoned her collar, and then... Wanqing looked up and kissed my chin, as she cooperatively removed her light green, short-sleeved shirt. Even

in the darkness, I could still see the sheen of Wanqing's skin. I then unhooked her bra, her pair of pointed, perky breasts radiating an alluring heat in the summer night. I eagerly grasped them, kneading them greedily; they were incredibly bouncy. I kissed her and said, "Beautiful lady, do you exercise these often? They're so bouncy." She feigned anger and said, "You naughty boy, what are you saying?" I didn't answer, but suddenly lowered my head and bit her nipple, pinching the other nipple with my right hand and pulling it slightly. I sucked on Wanqing's nipple, my tongue constantly teasing it. Wanqing moaned softly, "Mmm... naughty boy, come on, harder."

My other hand moved from Wanqing's waist to her buttocks, and with a little force, I pressed her lower body against my already erect penis, while I kept pressing my penis against her lower abdomen. Wanqing groped for my penis, "Naughty boy, you're so hard." I kissed her breasts, then her neck, and she lifted her head, like a cat enjoying itself.

Wanqing held my waist, and with her other hand, she unbuckled my belt, buttons, and zipper, then gently pulled down my pants. Then, through her underwear, I gently held my penis, tracing its shape. I lifted my hand from Wanqing's bottom, unfastened her skirt, and slipped my hand inside her underwear, caressing her firm buttocks. Wanqing gently pulled down my underwear, and my penis sprang out. She whispered, "It's so hot!"

I also pulled down Wanqing's underwear, my hand moving to the front, first pressing on her lower abdomen, then slowly moving downwards. First, I felt her soft pubic hair, then the slightest bulge. She gasped softly and gripped my penis tightly. Below that, I felt her warm, slightly wet, and sticky vulva. I breathed heavily, removing her hand and pressing her genitals against my penis. My penis was already throbbing painfully, first pressing against Wanqing's lower abdomen, her sparse pubic hair rubbing against my sensitive glans.

I held Wanqing's waist, bending slightly, and slowly moved my glans towards her wet vulva. With each step, I gasped for breath, unable to resist hugging her waist and lowering my head to suckle her nipple forcefully. My penis pressed against Wanqing's labia, rubbing haphazardly, when suddenly a tingling sensation shot through me, and my penis contracted from the base to the glans. I ejaculated violently into her vulva. Her pubic hair was covered in a large puddle of semen.

I looked at her, feeling a little embarrassed. Wanqing kissed my forehead, "It's okay, you naughty boy, you're too tense, let's do it again." I continued to suckle her nipple, occasionally biting it lightly, my penis slowly twitching against her lower abdomen. She hugged me, gently twisting her lower body, the soft pubic hair on her lower abdomen rubbing against my penis, and gently playing with my testicles with one hand. I buried my head in Wanqing's breast, still sucking her nipple.

Wanqing patted me. "I...right side," I looked up at her, and she continued, "...kiss it, you've been biting my left one..." So I gently kissed the areola of her right breast, licking her entire breast, and then gently sucked on her nipple. Wanqing let out a soft sigh, her lower body continuing to rub against my penis.

My penis hadn't completely softened after ejaculation; under the friction of Wanqing's lower abdomen, it began to harden little by little again. This time, although it was still hard, it wasn't as sensitive as before. Wanqing grabbed my penis. "You naughty boy, you got hard so quickly? You're so horny!" I almost fainted. "Wasn't this what you did?"

Wanqing held my penis, letting me press it against her lower body. A warm, moist sensation washed over me as she whispered in my ear, "Naughty boy, hold me tight." I hugged her tightly, her breasts pressing firmly against my chest. She gripped my penis, slightly rising onto her tiptoes, then lowered herself, a wet sensation brushing against the glans, followed by a hot, tight embrace. My penis had parted Wanqing's labia and entered her vagina. Wanqing moaned softly, her hands gripping my back tightly. Little by little, I went deeper.

Wanqing wrapped her arms around my neck, her face pressed against my body, her entire body clinging to me. My entire penis was inside her, and I began to tentatively and slowly thrust in and out. With each thrust, Wanqing moaned softly in my ear. Wanqing's vagina gripped my penis tightly as I slowly thrust, her vaginal fluids gradually sticking to my pubic hair. Gradually, my movements became more vigorous. Each thrust brought a craving for more, a more intense pleasure. Wanqing whispered in my ear, "You naughty boy, you lecher!"

My movements became faster and faster, each time plunging in hard and forceful. Her vagina elastically pulled back my foreskin, my glans pressed tightly against her warm, wet flesh. With each hard thrust, Wanqing gritted her teeth and whimpered, suppressing her moans. My thrusts became faster and faster, wave after wave of pleasure making me lose all sensitivity to my surroundings. The pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave. Wanqing's body was soft and boneless in my arms, her faint moans escaping my ears. A wave of Wanqing's fragrance wafted over me, sending shivers down my spine. I held her tightly, thrusting almost frantically until everything collapsed at the extreme. I held Wanqing tightly, my penis swelling inside her vagina, followed by violent spasms, large gushes of semen shooting into her tender lower body.

After a long while, I slowly released Wanqing. Wanqing cupped my face and gave me a light kiss. "Hehe, you naughty boy, you did a good job." I was a little tired and smiled at her. "Beautiful girl, I like you." She suddenly grabbed my now limp penis. "Naughty boy, is it because you only like me tonight? Where's your Fei?" I looked at her in surprise. She pretended to be a little angry. "I know what you two did in class. Did you think it was safe in the back?" I was a little embarrassed. Wanqing then laughed. "Hehe, naughty boy, I know all the bad things you did."

I looked at her. Wanqing's smile was very charming. I couldn't help but kiss her. She pouted as if she couldn't do anything about it.

I gently kneaded her breasts, teasing her pink nipples again. Wanqing looked up, somewhat intoxicated, and gently kissed me. At this moment, the bell rang. We both reluctantly separated and cleaned up the scene.

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