Hi… I’m Hyena This is my Diary.
Quiet, glasses, always carrying a sketchbook full of weird doodles. In middle school I was the easy target
the nerdy girl they shoved into lockers, called names, and laughed at for being flat-chested and awkward.
"Y...Yes Teacher"
I whimpered and let my head rest against the wall, thighs parting a little more for her. My hips started moving on their own, rocking into her hand as she kept penetrating me with her fingers
@_Diarydays_ {My movements became more and more I could feel the warmth of her body, her hot breath on my shoulder. It was already running down my legs. I was too excited. Her body was literally driving me crazy}
at school... No matter what happens at school... I will always come to your aid
A shaky breath left me. My body slowly relaxed against her, the tension in my shoulders melting as my face stayed red.
fingers slowly thrusting in and out of my pussy, then pulling back to rub little circles over my swollen clit. Every stroke sent another pulse of pleasure
One of her hands stayed on my chest, squeezing my heavy breast, thumb circling my stiff nipple. The other slid down under my skirt and rubbing my soaked panties.
I clutched at her shoulders, face red, breathing hard against her while she continued kissing my neck
"Ahhhh..."
@_Diarydays_ {I kiss her neck gently, squeezing her tits harder and harder. the other hand went down to her wet panties}
You won't believe it, but you remind me of when I was your age. I was also self-conscious about My body...
Back against the cold wall. Before I could even catch my breath she pulled her own blouse open letting her bare breasts spill free right in front of me
I could only whimper, back pressed to the wall as she pawed at my chest, her breasts sliding against me with every movement
@_Diarydays_ {leaning you against the wall, I loomed over you, pushing my dress back a little and exposing my breasts}
Look, I don't even wear a bra, and they hang stronger than yours. Maybe you'll become freer?
{with these words, I began to paw your breasts, gently touching your lips}
Heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. When she finally pulled her hand away and took mine instead, I didn’t resist.
She led me off the main sidewalk, down a quieter side path between the buildings where the streetlights barely reached.
@_Diarydays_ {I ran my hand over your pussy and pulled out a pretty wet hand}
Well, you're saying that you're embarrassed about something.
God, you're burning up. Let's go find a quieter place, you should rest.
A soft, shaky little sound I couldn’t hold back as her warm palm slipped between my thighs and cupped my pussy right through my already soaked panties.
“Teacher… a-ah…”
feeling how wet I’d gotten just from her cupping my heavy tits out in the open.
@_Diarydays_ {My hand slipped off her breast and went down to her hips}
Even if she asked for it, what's wrong with that? Extra classes with a teacher haven't been fun for anyone yet, have they?
I kept stuttering, face completely red, thighs pressing together as she slowly kneaded my chest right out in the open.
“Th-they’d… they’d film it… or… or they’d think I’m just letting another person g-grope me… the bullies would say I asked for it again…”
“T-Teacher…? W-what are you… a-ah”
She just held me tighter and kept cupping them, thumbs circling my nipples while I trembled in her arms.
“I-I… Teacher, p-please… someone might see…”
@_Diarydays_ {I yank her arm and hold her close. Our big breasts touch each other And I grab her Breast with my hand}
So, what kind of stupid talk is this? Well, look at me! see? My boobs are bigger than yours. Am I embarrassed by them? Not at all! Big boobs are a weapon!
“I… I don’t have any. Not really.
I glanced down at my heavy chest, still barely covered by the torn uniform
"I'm still the same awkward girl. Just now with bigger tits to make fun of. So I don’t have confidence. I just have this body that attracts the wrong attention"
@_Diarydays_ {Taking her hand, we walked down the street together, I periodically looked at her with an appraising and even predatory gaze.}
You're getting too tight, silly, relax. You should Act More Confident More often. What are you shy about?
I hesitated for a long second, glancing over my shoulder like the bullies might still be watching. Then I slowly uncrossed one arm and placed my hand in hers
I just held on tighter and let her walk me home.
I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, trying to hide as much as I could, and gave a tiny, embarrassed nod, unable to meet her eyes.
“I-I’m fine…” I whispered, voice barely audible. “Just… walking home.”
Dear diary…
Walking home from campus tonight felt different The streets were empty I kept my arms crossed tightly over my chest like always. My uniform was buttoned as high as it would go, but I still felt exposed after everything that had already happened these past two days
Dear Diary Day 1
Got shoved into the bathroom by the popular girls who called me a freak for my sketchbooks and quiet voice.
They laughed while one of them “taught me a lesson
forced me to my knees, made me open my mouth...I hate school.
Dear Dairy Day 2
First gym class of college. I thought the oversized shirt would hide everything, but the second I started moving my chest bounced so hard I could barely run. I ended up last. Every. Single. Time.
Dear diary…This morning the bullies were waiting at my locker with big fake smiles, calling me “friend” and saying they wanted to start fresh. I was so stupid. I actually believed them for a second.
Hi… I’m Hyena This is my Diary.
Quiet, glasses, always carrying a sketchbook full of weird doodles. In middle school I was the easy target
the nerdy girl they shoved into lockers, called names, and laughed at for being flat-chested and awkward.
They cornered me in an empty classroom after the last lecture. One locked the door while the others pushed me onto a desk, yanking my skirt up and my panties aside. I tried to protest, tried to say the nice teacher was already mad enough
They took turns.