[MF] Not Just Another Day at School I

(They say we people think about sex every 7th seconds, more than 500 times per hour, and more than 8.000 times in the 16 hours we averagely spent awake. And this is with the exclusion of what you dream of. These 2 stories is a dedication to all those thousands of people with mutual sexual feelings you will encounter doing your life but never acts upon)

1) Him

I rushed to through the hall with my books in my hands. I knew why I was late. I remembered. In fact I remembered every little detail of it, as if it wasn’t just a product of my sleeping mind. I remembered the look in her face as we both realised what was about to happen, I remembered pulling her skirt up and how she willingly pressed her stomach down on the table and how she raised her butt as a signature, a filled paper telling me to proceed this taboo-filled act. I remember the shape of her breast, as I slung her shirt off her. But I couldn’t remember the real her, the one that faced me as I opened the door and stepped into the classroom.
“Late again?” she said. “Sorry, I’ll be on time tomorrow” I answered, as I walked towards the first empty chair in my vision. As I walked I made sure not to even glimpse at her. I did smell her perfume, caught in the air I was passing through. As I inhaled in her odour, my mind was filled. Flowers, summer nights, sundown, Tropic beaches, her slowly lifting off her dress and naked as one could be entering the water. A spectacle of libido filled moonlight.
“Would you start from the top page 49 Sarah?” She said, and I was hurled out of my unrealistic paradise. Back to the blunt reality, here I had to stay focused. I had to do good so that I would impress her. I had always sought to be her favourite student.
“Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind, and therefore is wing’d cupid painted blind”, Sarah read out loud.
“And what do you think William meant when he wrote this?” After she said this, her eyes switched from Sarah straight to me. Just for a second, yet long enough for our eyes to meet.
I raised my hand. She pointed at me, ignoring the 3 remaining hands.
“It means that their love goes beyond the physical, their love is flourishing within their minds, despite how reality looks” Just as like you and me last night… I continued in my head.
She smiled at me afterwards but didn’t say anything. It was as if she was thinking, I wonder what about. Her smile changed, she bit her lip. It was as if she looked at me in an almost flirtatious way. Loud Trumpets and pictures from the previous night came back to life.
“Beautifully said, you should be the teacher” She finally responded and I was snapped back to reality once again. I knew I was over-interpreting the situation, “but the classes are more fun this way” I thought to myself while I studied how her ass shook in her dress, as she was writing a line on the blackboard. If I could have stopped the time would have. But reality moves on, and so did she. She turned around and walked through the class. While she walked she looked at me, she had that same smile as she briefly had revealed earlier. Was there a hint of flirtation? I tried my best to return the smile with an equally flirtatious smile. “She wants you” I could hear a faint voice say.
I watched as she walked over to the neighbor table, “guiding some of my classmates” Yeah sure. I watched as she willingly pressed her stomach down over the table and I remembered more vividly than ever. She looked back and our eyes met. I knew she had seen me staring straight at her ass, but deep in her eyes I didn’t see the teacher that met me in the classroom this morning, I saw the teacher from right now. And so I let go and with her obviously full knowledge I forced my eyes from hers and bluntly looked back at her ass. And for a second it was as if she raised her butt as a signature, a filled paper telling me to proceed this taboo-filled act. Fuck the school, fuck my girlfriend, fuck my moral obligations and fuck hers too. It was me and her, and I wanted it and she wanted it and nothing else mattered.
Once again reality played its trick and snapped me out of my bizarre fantasies. As I realized I had grown a major bulge in my pants visible to anyone if I were to stand up. I had to do something about this. I couldn’t concentrate under these conditions, I simply had to do it. The only question was how, if I went out now everyone would notice and would take some time, and then the whole class (and most importantly her) would be picturing what I wasn’t doing on that toilet. Maybe I should…
“Were taking the break a bit earlier today folks” She interrupts, and chaos of chairs and bags and screams instantly breaks out.
“Goddess, Saviour, Aphrodite,” I think to myself as I head for the toilet. I was in the new part of the school. This “new” part consisted only of a couple bunker-like classrooms and had to be added at the last minute to expand the number of students allowed to join the school. It looked weird and out of place in front of the extravagant old building that made the remaining 90% of the school. My focus was on this because there was no separation between genders at these toilets connected to this brand, shiny, new part. I didn’t mind though, in fact, it would probably be of help for me since it since it brought privacy. I would probably have it all to myself.

I came into the toilet, opened up the dirty booth and got in. Almost before locking the door I had my manhood in my hands, furiously stroking it. It was thinking of her, and how she had known that I had looked at her ass. And how, if I could have stopped time, I would have walked up, lifted her dress and forced myself inside. The only bright side of not having her in real, life but only in mind was that I was free to do whatever I pleased. I unfroze her, invited her into her into my time loop and together in front of the frozen faces of the whole class I fucked the hell out of her. Her butt slamming against my thighs, as I go as deep as possible. But even then I’m not done. I pull out before I cum, spit in my hand and rub it up her as. She lets out a soft moan, straight into the face of frozen Sarah, as I stick my finger in her ass. I replace my finger with my hard cock and start fucking her asshole rapidly. Her soft moans turn to loud screams, and small drops of spit are hurled from into the face of Sarah. I moan harder and she notices, she embrace it and work with it. She looks back at me as I’m fucking her ass. She knows the dirtiest of my mind, after all, she is a product of it. She knows why my moans turned harder, and therefore she builds up a proper mouthful of spit and hurls it into Sarah’s face. And that’s when my body cramps. And hers too, and I can feel her orgasm unfold as I’m shooting my load deep inside her. And together we moan. And it is so vivid. It is vivid to a degree where I can hear moans as clear as I can hear my own. And for a second I think that she’s right there next to me. Sitting naked and shameful after tending to her own taboo needs. But I’m sucked down to reality, and it is much less colorful. I hurry out from the toilet, and that’s when I notice that one of the toilet doors is closed. I knew for a fact that It wasn’t closed when I entered the toilet, which means that somebody must have been there hearing the whole thing. How could I not have heard her enter? Ashamed I rushed out of the toilet, and thanked the gods that my toilet voyeur didn’t see my face.

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