[MF] Not Just Another Day at School I | 2016

(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 last night. And so I let go and with her obviously full knowledge I forced my eyes from hers and bluntly looked back to 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 it 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 at the school. It looked weird and out of place in front of the extravagant old building that made up for the rest of the school. My focus was on this because there was no separation between genders at these toilets. I didn’t mind though, in fact, it would probably be of help to 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. I 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 my mind and not real life was that I was free to do whatever I pleased. I unfroze her, invited 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 went as deep as I could possible go. But even then I’m wasen’t done. I pulled out before I came, spit in my hand and rubbet it on her asshole. She kneb what was going to happen, and she wanted it. She let out a soft moan, straight into the face of frozen Sarah, as I stuck my finger in her ass. I replaced my finger with my war prepared weapon and started fucking her asshole rapidly. Her soft moans turned to loud screams, and small drops of spit was hurled into Sarah’s face. I moaned harder and she noticed, she embraced it, worked with it. She lookeed back at me as I’m punping in and out of her ass. She knew the dirtiest of my mind, after all, she was a product of it. She knew why my moans turned harder. While still looking at me she build up a proper mouthful of spit and hurled it into Sarah’s frozen face. And that’s when my body cramped. And hers too, and I could feel her orgasm unfold as I’m shot my sperm deep inside her. And together we moaned. And it was so vivid. It was vivid to a degree where I could hear her moans as clear as I could hear my own. And for a second I think thought that she was right there next to me. Sitting naked and shameful after tending to her own taboo filled needs. But as i was sucked down to reality, it looked much less colorful. After cleaning myself with multiple papers I hastely walked out from the toilet, and that’s when I notice it. One of the toilet doors was closed. I knew for a fact that It wasn’t closed when I entered the toilet, which meant that somebody must have been there hearing the whole thing. How could I not have heard them enter? Ashamed I rushed closed the door to the toilets, and thanked the gods that my hideen voyeur didn’t see my face.