[Classmate] That year in the third year of junior high school - the spraying in class

(I)
In my third year of junior high, I became very close to a girl in my class. Our relationship
progressed to walking her home after evening self-study. It was my first love.
I was only 15 then, and it was the first time I'd had such a close relationship with a girl. I was
incredibly nervous every time we were together, and thinking back on it now, it's kind of funny. We lived relatively close to each other, and sometimes we'd
take walks 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'd see the bulge in my sweatpants, 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 , and she 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. 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 was 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 and looked down at them. I was extremely nervous, but my hands kept
moving upwards. My thumb had already touched something slightly hard, probably the bottom edge of her bra. My intentions
were completely exposed. She was still looking, without 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 ? 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 pressed my fingers together, grasping her breasts.
The feeling of their elasticity made me dizzy!
Unexpectedly, she grabbed my hand and slowly began to knead her breasts. I released my fingers, 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 in my palm, something hard pressing against it. 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 loosened its grip, and my heart
pounded 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 and found it was elastic
. So I took the opportunity to pull it up, and two warm breasts sprang into my palm. I almost suffocated.
Stroking her silky skin, I gently pinched her nipples with my fingers. She breathed a soft sigh.
I pinched and played with them with my index finger and thumb. I realized that girls' nipples are so big, like peanuts,
a bit long, and the feel is different from breasts. I couldn't help but pinch them. She immediately wrapped her arms around my
neck and closed her eyes.
I panicked a little and asked her if I had hurt her. She smiled slightly and shook her head, still with her eyes closed, and
whispered, "It feels good, keep going."
So I rubbed her breasts with my palms and pinched her nipples with my fingers. My movements gradually became bolder. I pushed her
nipples up and down, or pinched them and gently pulled them outward. I remember when I did this, she bit
her lip , and the hands around my neck tightened...
(II)
I pinched her nipples and kept kissing her neck. 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 the lifted cotton vest revealed a pair of fleshy mounds.
Two pink nipples stood proudly erect, with a few fine hairs on the areolas.
I grabbed her breasts without hesitation, the nipples peeking out from between my fingers. I joined my index and middle fingers together...
She rubbed my nipples incessantly, the friction of her nipples against her areolas drawing out soft moans from deep within her throat. Her hands
roamed , caressing my lower abdomen.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her hand touched the head of my penis. Like a flash of cool lightning, I grabbed
her small hand and pressed it against my penis. Even through my pants, she slowly explored,
gradually taking hold of it.
Still unsatisfied, I grabbed her hand again and quickly shoved it inside my underwear. Her small hand,
like a piece of cool silk, gently grasped my shaft, bringing a cooling sensation to my burning lower body.
Thick fluid oozed from my glans, smearing it onto her wrist. A sudden, inexplicable urge surged through me. I gripped
her breast, lowered my head, and bit down on her nipple. She let out a suppressed cry, followed by a groan.
I sucked on her pink nipple with all my might, teasing it with my tongue between sucks and
biting hard on the areola with my teeth.
I jerked my head up, biting her nipple, and she instinctively gripped my penis tightly. I almost lost
my mind, holding her hand, stroking my penis repeatedly until it ached. My other hand
was still forcefully kneading her round breasts, while I lowered my head and frantically sucked on her nipple, letting out a beast-like
growl.
She gripped my shoulder tightly with her other hand, biting her lower lip, making a
sound . Her breasts exuded a strong fragrance, and I couldn't help but press my face against her right breast, feeling
the slight warmth of her skin. 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, spraying scalding semen onto her hand. She was somewhat
panicked , but still held onto my penis tightly. A wave of intense pleasure washed over me. I held her slender waist, my head
resting heavily against her breasts, which I had gently squeezed until they were slightly red…
I can't remember how I got home that day. I lied, saying I'd been helping the teacher with some chores. I didn't pay attention in class,
often sleeping, but I was a decent student, and aside from the strict English teacher, I was
quite friendly with all the other teachers, so I sometimes helped them correct papers. My mom naturally believed me.
Until bedtime, the image of us being intimate was still vivid in my mind, hazy and indistinct. I hastily did some
exercises —math or physics, whether I got them right or wrong, or even if I did them at all—I had no idea. I kept
doubting whether it had really happened; it all seemed so fast, so unreal.
I'm usually a respectable person, always deferential to girls, so why did I seem so strange around her?
The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. In a daze, I saw a bright moon outside the window, its light like a white jade plate, with wisps of green
silk spreading across it, like the green rattan summoned by a druid…
When I opened my eyes again, it was already 7:20 AM. I was shocked and quickly grabbed another watch; it was still
7:20. I immediately jumped out of bed, pulled up my pants, dragged my schoolbag, and hopped downstairs,
speeding away on my bike amidst the shouts and curses of the old gatekeeper.
Luckily, I found chaos as soon as I entered the classroom. My political science 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 political science; how could
my 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 undershirt was faintly visible beneath her shirt, and my face
flushed instantly. I quickly walked over. "You didn't volunteer, did you?" She seemed to suddenly remember something,
her face also turning slightly red. She said, "What? The homeroom teacher said it's easier for two language arts representatives to sit together to collect homework;
it's a beneficial measure. And if you're good at studying, other students can sit in front. Of course, if you can't see, you can apply to be moved to the front."
From then on, we became deskmates. I don't know what that meant, but today when we collected the composition books, there was a very high stack of notebooks on our
desks . I thought that now we could sleep on two desks without anyone knowing. I secretly glanced at Fei,
only to find her reading comics, a slight smile on her lips, her fair cheeks flushed. I reached out and touched
her wrist; it felt delicate. She thought I wanted to hold her hand, so she held the comic in one hand
and reached out the other without turning her head. My hand froze in mid-air, and her fingers pressed against my lower abdomen...
(III)
I was startled; her hand grasped nothing, and she immediately blushed. At that moment, we were both
at a loss . The political class continued in its incredibly dull way. I held Fei's hand, placing it on my thigh, feeling
the soft, boneless gentleness of her small hand—a gentleness so familiar to me, the events of last night flashing before
my eyes . Unconsciously, my little brother started to stand up.
I stole a glance at her, only to see her still holding a comic book, her eyes fixed on my
crotch . 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 blood in my pants. I grinned and shrugged, indicating that it 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 hardened.
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 leaned down facing me, and with a pile of composition books in front of us, unless someone else stood
up , no one could see what we were doing.
This situation probably gave her the courage to be mischievous. After the first tap, she continued with a second, a third…
…She seemed to notice that each tap was slightly different (because the point of impact varied, resulting in
different ), and she became quite interested.
I looked at her, and she smiled back, making a face. She reached out and gently touched the top of the mountain,
as if stroking a child's head, and I gasped again.
She noticed my action, seemed 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."
As if she wanted to borrow my eraser. I glared at her; wasn't this a bit too absurd? 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 aside 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, watching her, unsure whether I should comfort her, or had I scared her?
This was truly strange.
She stuck her tongue out at me, then reached out and grasped my penis, saying, "It's so hot, you rascal." Her fair
fingers wrapped around my dark penis, providing a strong visual stimulation, a pity others didn't have the chance to see it,
haha.
She stroked my glans with her thumb, and I couldn't help but twitch. She frowned: "Dare to move?"
Then , only to find that I immediately became even harder.
Her face flushed slightly, and she laughed, saying, "You're exaggerating?" I nodded in agreement. She noticed a
crack , and curiously pried it open with her fingers to take a look. Suddenly, her blood rushed to her head, and she pinched
the skin under the glans with her thumb and forefinger, gently stroking it up and down.
My expression must have been complicated, but under the onslaught of pleasure that followed, I bit my lip and
stared wide-eyed at our energetic homeroom teacher. Although her movements weren't quite as good as mine, I
found it incredibly exciting.
Then, the bell rang at the worst possible time, and everything was abruptly cut short. The teacher rambled on for the last
bit , and she responsibly shoved my unruly little brother inside. All morning, I was listless, burning with internal heat,
my hands flailing about like they were practicing eagle claw kung fu, constantly grabbing at the air.
After four classes, everyone surged towards the cafeteria, the street food stalls, 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 sync. She smiled proudly at me, and I
pulled close, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her cheek deeply. My hands unconsciously climbed up her waist, touching
her breasts. She…
I gently squeezed them; so soft, and my penis hardened again. She noticed the small
mounds , and with renewed interest, she pulled out my penis and began to play with it.
Gradually, her nipples hardened, and I went from gently rubbing her breasts to pinching and
kneading her nipples, pulling her shirt tight with my hands, revealing a distinct, strangely sexy bulge on her breast.
She was also constantly stroking my penis, and I said, "Hurry up."
She was very obedient. My breathing became heavy, and I abandoned her nipples, roughly grabbing and kneading her
breasts occasionally lowering my head to kiss her neck, cheeks, and lips. My
penis grew harder and harder, and I pressed my hand that had been supporting her back against her neck, saying, "Fei, help me,
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 suck me."
Unable to resist my persistent pleading, she blushed, bent down, and 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 hand, quick, quick."
She then slowly began to move her tongue up and down, sometimes pressing against my urethral opening, gently parting it, feeling
as if 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 inadvertently scrape my penis, and sometimes she would curiously suck on my glans.
I looked down at her; her shoulder-length hair was spread out in front of me, and my dark pubic hair occasionally brushed against her slightly
flushed face. I trembled slightly with waves of pleasure, reached out and unbuttoned her blouse, pulled open her
cotton vest, and grabbed her two warm, large breasts, playing with them in rhythm with her movements, sometimes
pinching and rubbing her nipples hard.
Her mouth movements quickened, occasionally biting them. I gripped her breasts, pinching
her nipples . Finally, I instinctively pulled down on her breasts, thrusting my hips forward, my penis swelling,
and I ejaculated violently in her mouth. She stopped moving, taking my penis into her mouth.
My hand loosened, and I slumped back in the chair. She looked up, somewhat embarrassed, a few drops of semen still at the corner of her mouth. She
smoothed her hair behind her ear, smiling at me, her face flushed. I took out a tissue and wiped
the semen ; she carefully wiped my glans in return.
She pinched my leg and said, "You have so much stuff, it's all spilling 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 , I swallowed it without thinking ."
Oh my god, I was so touched. After cleaning up , I hugged her for a long, long time , hehe.
(IV) **********
... But the workload in the third year of junior high was getting heavier and heavier. We had tests every week, and there wasn't even time for flirting . Naturally, we became more well-behaved in class. Sometime before the midterms in the second semester of the third year, during a class meeting that afternoon, our homeroom teacher, who taught politics, went up to the podium and announced the list of students who would be directly admitted to the next grade. Fei and I were on the list. We had done well in the three consecutive direct admission exams this semester , so we were somewhat prepared, but still very excited. From then on, we didn't have much to do except collect homework . The teacher warned us to review our books, but to hell with it, that idiot politics teacher. The next day, class continued, and this time it was math. The math teacher was a girl , named Wanqing. She was excellent at math, short hair, 160cm tall, with a healthy light brown complexion, and a bit...

She was thin, with round, plump breasts like two small apples. She was very lively, and would throw chalk at dozing
students ; I, of course, was caught countless times. I liked to brag to her when we had free time, so we became quite close
. Yesterday, when she found out I got promoted directly, 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 others to solve them. I didn't know the answers, but that didn't matter anymore. I turned to look at Fei; she was reading comics. I stretched, leaned back in my chair, still holding the book in my left hand, my right hand hanging naturally—from Wanqing's perspective, of course, but 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 the hem, and I touched her knee with my fingers. The weather was unusually hot, but her skin was cool, like touching a smooth piece of crystal. I moved my hand away from her skirt and slipped it inside. Her skin was beautiful, smooth and 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. The skirt rode 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 as she continued reading. I moved along the edge of her panties, reaching between her legs. Everything was soft yet supple. My hand was now on her lower abdomen, on the outer side. The skirt still obediently covered 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, my fingers moving between her legs. Her legs were slightly parted, allowing my middle and index fingers to rest comfortably in the middle. I gently stroked her vulva from bottom to top, 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. She suddenly reached out, her head still buried, and grabbed my penis hard. I felt incredibly aroused, and immediately inserted both my index and middle fingers into her panties. The first sensation was warmth and wetness; my middle finger pressed against her labia, soft and sticky at the tip, the surrounding pubic hair feeling like cotton padding my hand. I lowered my middle finger, trying to stay close to the bottom of her labia, slowly pulling it up, and with a little force , her labia parted slightly, enveloping my middle finger. I continued moving my fingers upwards, feeling her labia gradually close. I lifted my fingers and touched 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 my body 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 the window 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. The students were all 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, slipped my hand inside her underwear, and a tuft of pubic hair peeked out from the edge. I pulled down my own pants, and Fei reached out her right hand to grab my penis, which seemed to be throbbing. Like the scenes from the pornographic DVDs I watched at Fatty Tang's place, I gently stroked Fei's clitoris, sometimes circling it. I glanced at Fatty Tang; he was in the front row, middle seat, looking at a book filled with Japanese writing. This guy got promoted and still lives such a stressful life, learning Japanese just to play video games. While gently playing with Fei's clitoris, I watched her. Although her head was down, I could still see her face was slightly flushed, a beautiful peach-pink. Her hand, in retaliation, began to stroke my penis up and down. My breathing was a little labored, but my fingers were still very dedicated. After a few circles, I gently pressed her clitoris , sometimes even putting my middle finger on her labia, dipping it in some fluid and smearing it on her clitoris. My ring finger and thumb continued to stroke her pubic hair, making a rustling sound. After a while, I moved back to above her clitoris. Above her clitoris was a fold of skin, like a foreskin covering it. I pinched her clitoral foreskin and rubbed it repeatedly. Her clitoris bounced , 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 and grew harder with each stroke. I straightened my back and stretched my legs as much as possible. Glistening fluid oozed from the glans. I quickened my movements, alternating between my two fingers, rapidly tugging at her clitoris. Through her pulled-back panties, I could see that her pink labia were secreting a lot of fluid, some of it sticking to her pubic hair. Her grip tightened, as if she wanted to crush my penis. I felt a little pain from the clamping, but the stimulation excited me immensely. I gritted my teeth, pulled out a tissue, covered the glans, and quickened my movements with my left hand, intensely stimulating her clitoris. Two dark marks appeared on her underwear; 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 manipulation of her clitoris. 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
?" 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, although she's my teacher, we usually play together quite casually. 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.
(V)
********** ...
I've only read a few pages all night , I 'm dying !
********** ... I suddenly remembered we were in the classroom. Was this going a bit too far? I was about to let go when I noticed a dark mark on her breast, visible through her somewhat transparent bra. This little woman, why was she getting excited? I swallowed hard, trying to avoid looking at her aroused breasts. I fell asleep during math class. Finally, I could get a peaceful sleep, right? I was dreaming of playing a hero suddenly hit on the head with a chalk. Just as I was about to unleash my full power, Fei shook me awake… I looked up and saw Fatty Tang looking back at me with smug satisfaction, and Wanqing arrogantly staring at me from the podium. Now I was going to get another piece of chalk from her?! I sighed at my bad luck. The consequence of getting too close to the teacher is that she often 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, while everyone else was furiously writing, doing all sorts of exercises. Fatty Tang was also writing furiously, but I bet he was writing something even boys would blush. Suddenly 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 , 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 looked around; everyone was focused. So, I tiptoed and unbuttoned a few buttons on Fei's shirt. 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 those hairs, I got incredibly excited. I couldn't resist; I lowered my head and licked her areola with my tongue, flicking the hairs around it with the tip of my tongue . Fei's face flushed red. 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 white, alabaster-like breasts had erect, red nipples, about the size of peanuts, looking like budding white lotus flowers with pink . I gently touched Fei's breasts, deliberately avoiding her nipples. Her breasts were very elastic. I grabbed one, applied a little pressure, and then let go, leaving a red mark. After a while, the red mark slowly faded . My penis pressed hard against her back. A wave of dizziness washed over me. I looked down: "I'm going to fuck you." She smiled, still with her eyes closed: "Are you trying 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 nipple swelled rapidly on my tongue. I swished my tongue around it, 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 circling her nipple with my tongue. Suddenly, I bit down on her nipple again. With a forceful bite, she clenched her fist. Her breasts grew increasingly hot, and I suddenly felt a sadistic pleasure. I pulled one hand away and laboriously scraped a small piece of ice cream with a spoon. Fei had kept her eyes closed and, of course, hadn't seen what I was doing, but she'd find out soon enough, hehe. I quietly approached Fei's breasts and abruptly shoved the ice cream onto her nipple, as if I could hear the sizzling sound.

Suddenly, she grabbed my leg. I placed the 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 very stimulating, and Fei seemed to enjoy it.
The ice cream on her hot breast 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 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;
Fatty Tang was already asleep.
Fei rolled over, laughing as she pinched my thigh: "You rascal!" I nodded politely, indicating I was
happy to provide such service. Fei placed her hands on my legs, buried her head, and unfortunately, her forehead touched
my erect penis. She looked up at me, mouthing "Oh, yeah," and before I could react, she
reached out unzipped my pants, pulling out my penis. Her nose just touched it, sniffed it a few times, and then
flicked it with her finger.
My penis was already hard, and her touch made it hard to control myself. I reached out and pinched her
buttocks. She tilted her head, bared her teeth, and bit down on my penis, like she was eating a corncob. I
involuntarily tightened my buttocks and arched my back.
Then, Fisson opened her mouth and immediately took my penis into her mouth again. Her hands rested on my thighs, and she began
to stroke , making it difficult for me to breathe. The hand that had been pinching her buttocks suddenly slipped under her skirt
, her middle finger pushing open her panties, her palm covering her buttocks, her fingers gripping tightly.
Her movements became faster and faster, and she even freed one hand to hold my scrotum, gently kneading my testicles. My
penis was as hard as iron, the glans constantly touching her soft palate. My hand moved downwards, 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 reaching
inside , grasping her breasts and pinching her nipples tightly. With my other hand, I pressed her 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 a loud "bang" echoed in my mind—Wanqing had just walked in, her gaze falling on us
. Fei was still supporting herself on my legs. My face flushed red. Wanqing looked at me strangely and turned to walk towards
the blackboard. Fei was completely unaware that 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 was a teacher. Wanqing's image began to grow taller, and her usual playful
demeanor gradually became
more serious. I remained immersed in this fantasy until school ended at noon.
I felt I should test her, but I hadn't figured out how, so I decided to pretend to be serious for now—I spent the whole
afternoon studying my math book. Tang Pangzi's gaze made me very embarrassed; his eyes first
showed confusion, but then immediately turned to contempt. What did that pig know? I'd beat him up after I got Wanqing's opinion
.
Unfortunately, Wanqing didn't show up all afternoon. In other words, she didn't see my efforts to pretend to be serious.
Idiot!!
(VI)
********** ... ********** ... I smiled and reminded her that I was the Chinese language representative. She looked at me, "Oh, where 's Fei? Isn't she here too?" Then she went back to eating. I realized the topic was off, so I looked at her. She looked up, and our eyes met, followed by an awkward silence . A little flustered, I grabbed a stack of exercises and left. June in Guangzhou was already very hot. The classroom, with over 40 students, felt like an oven. I finished distributing the first four pages of exercises and quickly ran out. But it wouldn't be much cooler outside, so I decided to go to the office and use the fan . Wanqing looked at me, said nothing, and continued grading homework. I stood next to her, unbuttoning my collar to use the fan . Looking down at Wanqing, I saw she was wearing a floral sundress, revealing her shapely shoulders. Her skin was smooth, with a slightly matte texture, delicate collarbones, and small breasts. I suddenly had an urge to kiss her neck … Wanqing looked up. What was in her big eyes? We looked at each other. Wanqing was wearing a peach-pink lipstick today, which I really liked. Wanqing's delicate nose made me want to kiss her again. For a moment, the world sank into darkness in a stalemate. Outside the school, everything remained the same; the school's main power room hadn't fulfilled its responsibilities. "What's wrong?" Wanqing stood up to check the switch, but bumped into me beside her.

A soft, boneless impact filled me with a sweet fragrance.
Wanqing's head was buried in my chest, and I held her shoulders. She took a deep breath and looked
up . Slowly, her outstretched hands closed, wrapping around my waist.
A faint fragrance filled 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 gently stroking it,
her skin 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 restlessly explored her dress. She released her hands,
deftly flicked the straps off her shoulders, then twisted her arms behind her back and gently pulled off her lace bra.
In the darkness
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 yielding. 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 hadn't expected me to do this and let out a soft moan.
My tongue licked her areola again and again, but never touched the 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 rested 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. I suddenly pressed my hand against her breast,
sucking on her nipple. Her soft nipple swelled rapidly under my sucking. I
pinched her other nipple with my fingers, deliberately squeezing it hard, and her nipple also began to swell. I then
greedily sucked on that nipple, occasionally biting it with my teeth.
Wanqing moaned "Mmm...mmm..." and pulled my head close, pressing it firmly against
her breasts. After a while, I moved away from her breasts and returned to her lips, my hands
caressing her green apples.
The entire school was still dark, everyone laughing and talking loudly, enjoying the rare break between classes.
But no one intended to go to the office, probably assuming Wanqing had already gone to the main power room to check.
In the office, I pressed my lips against Wanqing's, my hands slowly moving to her thighs. I lifted her not-too
-long skirt and ran my hand down her smooth thigh towards her groin.
The light came on just as my hands touched Wanqing's panties .
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 table, 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, a beauty that made me want 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 she left the office.
Wanqing went to the classroom and found everyone already busy again. I handed out the remaining Chinese exercises;
everyone had 31 pages in total, quite a lot. Before leaving, I secretly leaned over and kissed Wanqing. She looked up, "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 of Wanqing, sometimes of Fei. It felt strange.
Wanqing was my math teacher. Was I being inappropriate? But she looked like a high school girl,
so thinking about it that way, I felt quite good. Thinking of Fei made me feel confused. Was I being fickle? Right,
did Wanqing see what happened between Fei and me? I forgot to ask tonight, silly! I turned over and noticed that it
was already getting light outside.
(VII)
I didn't have a long phone call with Fei for a whole week, just a few words every other day. Fei saw that I
was absent-minded and assumed that I had been going to Tang Pangzi's house too much every day. She complained a few times and then let it go.
On this day, it was Wanqing's turn to be on duty again.
I was a little restless and went back to school after dinner in the evening.
I met Wanqing in the corridor. My heart was pounding. I tried to smile casually, but Wanqing
saw my strange expression and seemed very happy.
Evening self-study started on time. Wanqing went into the office, and I followed her in. 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 get nervous, nothing I say
is funny. After the silence, Wanqing pointed at me and burst into laughter.
I smiled awkwardly, still looking at Wanqing. When she finished laughing, she smiled back at me. Her
smile 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 from the window, casting shadows on the floor like a splash of ink. I leaned against the door,
Wanqing's hand still on the wall where the switch was, a delicate fragrance wafting through the air. I took a deep breath. How could it smell so good?
Wanqing smiled, "You naughty boy, let's find it out." A wave of dizziness washed over me;
my blood I reached for Wanqing's chest. Wanqing
called out softly, "You naughty boy, you've done something bad again." I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore. My hands were gripping her
small but firm breasts, kneading them haphazardly. Wanqing's moans of "Mmm..." only aroused me more. I
stopped , unbuttoned her collar, and then... Wanqing looked up and kissed my chin,
cooperatively taking off 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, wolfing them down.
It was so elastic, I kneaded it. I kissed her and said, "Beautiful, do you exercise them often? They're so elastic." She
pretended to angry and said, "You naughty boy, what are you saying?" I didn't answer, but suddenly lowered my head and bit her nipple,
pinching her 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 hard penis, while I kept pressing my penis against her lower abdomen. Wanqing groped and found my
penis, "Naughty boy, you're so hard." I kissed her breasts and then her neck, and she raised her head like
a cat enjoying itself.
Wanqing held my waist, and with her other hand, she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned it, and zipped it up, then gently pulled down my
pants. Then, through my underwear, she pressed my penis, gently holding it and tracing its shape. I lifted my hand
from Wanqing's bottom, untied her skirt, and slipped my hand inside her panties, caressing her
firm buttocks. Wanqing gently lifted and pulled down my panties, and my penis sprang out. She
whispered , "It's so hot!"
I also pulled down Wanqing's panties, my hand moving to the front, first pressing on her lower abdomen, then slowly exploring downwards
. First, I felt her soft pubic hair, then the gradual protrusion. She let out a soft sigh and gripped my penis tightly. Below
that, I felt her warm, slightly wet, and sticky vulva. I breathed heavily as I removed her hand and pressed 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 inside her. 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 sucking on 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 on 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, licked 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 filled my senses 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
raised her heels, and then sank down. A wet sensation seemed to brush against the glans, followed by a hot,
tight embrace. The glans 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, pressed her face against my body, and clung to me. My entire penis
was inside her, and I began to tentatively thrust in and out slowly. With each thrust, Wanqing moaned softly in my ear.
Wanqing 's vagina gripped my penis tightly. As I slowly thrust, her juices gradually clung 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 quickened, each thrust hard and forceful. Her vagina elastically pulled back my
foreskin, my glans pressed against her warm, wet flesh. With each hard thrust, Wanqing gritted her teeth and sobbed, suppressing
her moans. My thrusts grew 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 audible in my ear.
A wave of Wanqing's fragrance wafted over me, sending a chill 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. She cupped my face, gave me a light kiss, and said, "Hehe, you naughty
boy , you did a good job." I was a little tired, smiled at her, and said, "Beautiful lady, I like you." Suddenly, she grabbed
my now limp penis. "You naughty boy, is it because you only like me tonight? Where's your Fei?" I
looked at her, somewhat surprised. She pretended to be angry. "I know what you two were doing in class. Did you think it
was safe ?" I felt a little embarrassed. Wanqing then laughed. "Hehe, you naughty boy, I know all the bad things you've done."
I looked at her; Wanqing's smile was captivating. I couldn't resist kissing her. She
pouted, as if there was nothing I could do.
I gently caressed her breasts, teasing her pink nipples again. Wanqing looked up, somewhat intoxicated, and
gently kissed me. Just then, the bell rang. We reluctantly separated and cleaned up the mess.

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