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It's been a while since I wrote. Sometimes life happens, you know? This story is inspired by the story "Shall We Play A Game" by Lisa Teez over at mcstories.com. It's one of my all-time faves, so I recommend you checking it and the rest of her work out. If you like my kinks, then you will love this story. I tried to flesh out a complete plot from beginning to end. Let me know if I worked the pacing correctly. Thank you for appreciating the same stuff that I like. If you liked the story, please leave a note, and then check out my others on this site. This story was given to Fictionmania for the use of its readers. If you see this story anywhere else, then please let that person know that they need to link to it. Science Class By Boredsitting The crowd of disaffected teenagers shuffle into my grey-walled classroom one-by-one. Nearly all of them seem too exhausted to do anything more than a bad zombie impression as they take their seats in the crooked rows of desks. Purses and folders smack onto the tile floor echoing their inaudible screams for the day to be over. Spatters of conversations alert me of the big party this weekend at the creek, Susan was caught blowing her friend's boyfriend, Rene seems to have found a new girlfriend, and unfortunately Jody is on another rant about how her parents don't trust her anymore (I don't blame them). The mass of teens finally separate into their assigned seats, and many begin to take out their pens and notebooks. The minute hand on the ancient brown clock between the ubiquitous "Hang in there" posters above the door clicks to two o'clock - fifth period science. I admit, I should have been at the door greeting my students into the classroom to gauge what my audience will be like. However, a pile of folded and abused papers that I've neglected to grade almost toppled over when I reached for my cup of water earlier, so I felt the need to stuff some of them into my bag to take home. A disgruntled sigh escapes me as I sort through the ungraded papers. It looks like another weekend spent grading papers and inputting grades. I guess it's not too bad. What else would I have done? Go to the party at the creek? No way. They'd laugh me away before starting rumors of my trying to see the girls or something. Like all other teachers, I just relive my youth vicariously through their exploits longing for the opportunity to do it again. Mmmm. Damn, I've grown old. I glance up from my completely covered desk to see them all looking at me expectantly. Wow, that's unexpected. They're usually so talkative and stubborn about starting class. Have they finally succumbed to my constant reminding to stay on task? I doubt it. I'm too wise to look this gift-horse in the mouth, so I begin the lesson a little prematurely. Glancing around the room, I see them all staring at me. Some of them have an expectant look about them as if they expect me to put on a show. Others just stare blankly at the front of the class. I should be glad that they are so engaged, but this isn't the norm. It's almost unworldly. Honestly, I'm a little creeped out about it. With hesitancy, I begin my explanation of the differences between the different life cycles by drawing two large circles on the board. It's a lesson that they've had since elementary, but we are about to begin human growth and development, so this is a good way to transition from general biology to human biology. It's my least favorite lesson of the year because it makes me so uncomfortable talking about sex to other people's children. I always feel a little dirty about it. Sure, I try to hide it with a couple of jokes here and there usually followed by a chorus of groans and sighs. It's an important part of biology, but damn if it isn't awkward to teach. Maybe it's not too late to ask to move to the open technology position. As I walk across the board a flash of flesh attracts my eyes to a girl sitting near the aisle. Her yellow, ruffled blouse hangs loosely into her lap, but I cannot see if she's wearing any pants. I shrug. Kids these days don't have any respect for themselves. They just show their goods to anyone that asks. Cheap, I say. There's honestly no reason to look at porn nowadays when you can just watch the local teens hang out in public. It's as if there are no inhibitions anymore. Well, officially I would remind her of our school's dress code, but it's really not worth the effort. At least her legs are toned and pleasant to look at, so I'll just take a couple of glances to last me through the day. She won't know that I can see almost to her privates. That's when her neighbor's legs catch my eyes. She, too, doesn't seem to be wearing any sort of pant. Hey little girl, if you're gonna put on a show, then don't get upset if you attract attention, right? Then I see another, and then another. All of a sudden, none of the girls in class have any pants on. It's as if they just didn't bother to put any on. None of them. Back and forth my over-filled eyes take in the sight. Is this some class trick? A brunette in the front row opens her legs to get more comfortable in the most unlady-like way possible. There, under the first row desk is her exposed, untrimmed privates. I gasp trying not to be too obvious glaring at her exposed crotch. I look up to her eyes. She seems oblivious. They all do. They're not witty enough to pull a stunt like this without at least one of them giggling or smirking. What do I do? Do I mention this to the principal? Oh, god! No. He would never believe me. No one would. They would think that I'm some sort of pervert. I blink. They all have pants on again. Every last one of them. They haven't moved. There's no way that they could have all put their pants on in the time that I blinked, but here they all are. Pants. Maybe I just need some sleep. Maybe I've been surfing too much porn online. Even my mind can't get away from it. No more porn, I tell myself. Not for a while at least. As I draw the steps of the complete life cycle, I notice the Bunsen burner on my desk. It's partially covered up with week-old quizzes, so only a bronze colored nozzle is really noticeable. I'm not sure why it is drawing my eye at the moment, but it looks like it needs to be picked up. I turn away from the board in mid-sentence and pick it up as I continue the lesson. All of the students continue to be in rapt attention. As I'm turned to them I begin to unconsciously stroke the long, metallic, narrow shaft of the burner in my hands. My mind is on the conveying the lesson in the most logical order for the students to comprehend, so I'm not paying too much mind to what my hands are doing. Being somewhat ADD, I've always needed a stimulus for my hands, anyway, so this Bunsen burner is performing its job just fine. "So, the female will take her man's cock," I explain while lifting the pink, rubber cock to my mouth, "and suck it like this to make it hard." Finished with my stroking, I lift the thick, pink dildo up to my mouth and begin to insert as far as I can without gagging. Various tart flavors invade my mouth with the cock alerting me that I probably should have cleaned it off before beginning my cock sucking lesson. If only those slutty girls could understand the need to pleasure their man's cock before they spread their legs, then maybe we would have a lot more happy men around. Unfortunately, it's really hard to speak with my mouth full, so I use pantomime to illustrate the technique that is the most effective at getting all of that good man juice from their favorite cock. Alarmed, I pause staring outward to my class holding the Bunsen burner with my hands at about chest level. They haven't really moved or responded to any of my lesson so far, so I stutter a moment trying to come to my senses. Where's the pink dildo? I look around my feet thinking maybe I dropped it. Surely, I must have dropped it, but why did I have it in the first place? What the hell happened? Looking down at the phallic Bunsen burner in my hands, I ask myself whether I really just put a dildo into my mouth in front of these kids. I drop the burner out of disgust letting it clang on the hard, tile floor. Where's that dildo, damn it?!? "Excuse me, Mr. Arac, instead of these silly circles, shouldn't we learn the life cycle interactively?" a student in the back asked without raising his hand. I instantly recognized his voice. Samuel. He's one of those kiddos that you really want to help out because you know that he's been handed a bad deck in life, but his attitude and brash behavior prevent you from really doing anything for him. Everyone who tries to help him out gets punished in some way by either him or events that he creates. Because of this, everyone is scared to be his friend or mentor. His parents are non-existent, so I've never had the option to talk to them about his rude behavior in the past. He's usually not very talkative in class though preferring to piss everyone one off outside of school, so this outburst of his surprises me a little. I glance up from the dropped burner to look at him sitting in the back slouching down with his legs spread out before him. His greasy, flannel shirt smacks of low-rent garage work, and his spread, untied, black military-style boots take up a large volume around his desk. "What's it like being an active part of the life cycle?" he pleaded. "You know? Did you enjoy getting knocked up and participating in this whole life cycle business yourself?" he threw out with a knowing grin. The rest of the class continue to stare at the front. How dare he speak to me like that, the little bastard! Clutching my bulbous midsection, I waddle to face him giving him a disapproving glare. His thin grin cuts into me as if he knows something that I don't. Looking down, my blouse extends well far out in front of me with my fat, pregnant belly. Yes, it's only been a few months, but both my jelly-filled breasts and my taut belly have grown so much since then. They jiggle heavily with each motion I make, and my belly seems to bump into everything in my way. Damn, I've been so uncoordinated lately. "That's none of your business, young man." I counter in as firm a voice as my high octave will allow. It's not quite the measured response that I want to give, but I still need to stay professional. Children, no matter what age, sometimes look for attention or love in the most hateful and inappropriate ways. He's being a little bastard at the moment, but I need to keep things in perspective. "I heard that it was the principal's baby, Ms. Arac," he spit stressing the title, Miss. "At least that's what everyone is saying." As inappropriate as his comment is, I can't really argue with it. He was very rude, but he was correct. A year or so ago, we started seeing each other romantically while at school. His wife wasn't giving him the attention a woman should be giving him, so I took her place. Oh, god! He was good in the sack. I bet we fucked in almost every room in the school. Blushing at my memories, I glance over to my desk remembering the time that he took me from behind. Oh, boy he was big. I had run out of birth control a couple of weeks before but was confident that he would pull out. He told me that he would. I promised me that he would, but he didn't. I place my hands to my belly lovingly. He hasn't told the wife, yet. I should push for him to tell her, but inside, I'm just happy that we could make this baby together away from her. I love him, but I don't want him to deal with a nasty divorce. It's unfortunate that everyone knows. I hope that my reputation doesn't suffer too much from it. "...or, maybe it's mine?" Startled, I look back at him again with wide, open eyes. How dare he openly admit that to the class? It was only one time after school. He asked for help on an assignment. My blouse accidently opened up when I bent over, and he reached up to grab my hanging boob. One thing led to another, and I found myself lying on my back on the desk with him pushing between my legs. I honestly didn't really enjoy it. I've had bigger and better. Sigh. It was just a brief fancy. I just wanted to know what it was like to fuck a scrub. All of my boyfriends have been very successful financially - I saw to it that they were - so I took the opportunity to sample some of the other items from the manhood buffet. My hands clutch my rounded belly in anger. He may be the father of this baby, but I'll never admit it to him. In a flash I was back to my normal, male self in front of the class with a broken Bunsen burner at my feet. What in the hell just happened? Dazed, I stumble back and placed my hands on the desk behind me. The feint memory to being fucked still resonates, but I know it's not real. My blue, button-up shirt is still tucked into my khaki pants with no trace of being pushed out by a pregnant belly. The students continue to focus at the front as if I was still there teaching the lesson. Panicked, stop the lesson to catch my breath. That's three times I've had these weird visions, and twice they had me believing that I was a girl. Grasping for a calming mechanism, I look at my open, shaking hands in an effort to get control of my outward emotions. Have I gone mad? Is this the start of a breakdown? Oh, my God! I'll be put into an insane asylum. That's what they do to people who've gone mad. My jittery eyes scan the room to see my students' reaction to my breakdown. Surely, they would be freaking out at me. Or worse, they would be laughing and taking videos of me. My face would be the poster boy for 'teacher goes crazy in the classroom" in some viral internet video. Back and forth I hyperactively zero in on each student's face anticipating scorn. They must be having a great time watching me unravel. Nothing. My deep breaths slow. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of my face undisturbed. Nothing. They aren't laughing at all. There's no chorus of jeering. There's nothing. They're just sitting in their desks. Attentive to my lesson. Frozen. What on earth is going on? "I almost thought you would lose it there for a moment, Mr. Arac," Samuel calls out over the crowded classroom. His voice drips with smugness and sarcasm. My attention pinpoints to the slacker in the back. He continues, "Did you like being a slut? I bet you would give anything to go back to being the school slut, wouldn't cha? Waddling around showing everyone that someone has put a baby in you. Showcasing your sexual prowess." He's not affected by whatever is causing everyone else to stay in place. He's talking. Was he connected to my mental episodes? How could he have known what I was feeling? "What do you mean, Samuel?" I counter in a shaky, thin voice. It was the best I could do given that my attention is divided at the moment. "I mean you enjoyed being a knocked up slut. You were standing at the front of the class pregnant just now reminiscing on how you and the principal fucked on the desk behind you." I felt that someone just sucker punched me in the gut. That's impossible! There's no way that actually happened, and there's no way he could have known about it. I'm still processing everything, do I didn't offer a response to his insights. Samuel stands chuckles as he slowly stands up. "This is going to be fun, Mr. Arac. I wonder how long it will take for you to hold on to yourself? I'm going to enjoy making you my little slut. Piece-by- piece." I can feel waves of heat exude from his presence. Step-by-step he struts over to me while lightly caressing the back of a guy's head jerking him awake. "You're gonna be begging to suck his cock, Mr. Arac," the seated jock awkwardly teases before zoning out again. "You're going to beg to be fucked on your desk," another student torments as he's awoken by Samuel's hand. "You're gonna show all of us your big tits," a nerdy, glasses-wearing girl threats while mimicking holding large breasts in front of her disproportionately small ones. One by one, my students join him in his threats then just as they were awakened go staring back at the board. The hairs on my neck bristle and a cannonball of fear churns within my belly. I've got to get out of here. I've got to put as much distance from this guy as possible. Now! Seeing an escape I lunge for the door slamming it open with a shout of both fear and pain and careen down the empty hallway sending a cacophony of rapid footsteps throughout the school. I eye the red exit door on the far end leading out to the parking lot and run straight to it. I'm not really at a place to form any plans. My whole body just screams to run far and fast. I look back and see Samuel standing in the doorway laughing in my direction. The echoes of my footsteps and rapid breathing drown out the sound, but I can feel it resonate inside as if it is a presence that has latched itself onto its host. Charging to the door I lower my shoulder. Whether it breaks the door down doesn't really bother me. With a loud crack, it smashes open knocking me to the ground outside the building. I fall sprawled out with my front sliding along the dirty ground. The collision knocked the breath out of me, but I don't wait to catch it. I scramble up coughing and hacking gasping to breathe. I can use the parked cars as an opportunity to hide myself to purchase some time to gather my wits and breath. Trying to find a random car to hide behind, I spot a large, grey, older car in the middle of the lot. It's large enough for me to rest behind, so I meander a random line among the students' parked cars to my spot and crash to the ground behind a wheel. My forced breaths come in sudden jerks, and I shake my head back and forth to bear pain from my shoulder and abused lungs. My reprieve could last a lifetime. My breathing slowly comes back, but the pain in my chest and shoulder is still very strong. None of this makes any sense. How did Samuel do that to me? Is he some kind of god? I catch myself tensing up again from fear, and consciously slow my breathing. Where would a child acquire such power over the minds of those around him? Still huffing, I peer over the top of the trunk to spy if I'm being followed. There's no one there. Surely, I must have busted the door with the way I slammed into it, but it's closed without any damage. Safe. Calmness reluctantly washes over me as I gather my senses and try to formulate an explanation or at least a plan to escape this insanity. Rest. The door opens above me with a creak and an arm taps me on the shoulder. Wearily, I look up to see one of the freshman girls motion for me to come in by waving her arm. She's very pretty. I can't place her name, but I do remember thinking that she has a good reputation and is very friendly to others. She's smiling a bright, somewhat euphoric smile with long, brunette curls wrapped behind her ears. Trails of pink smoke wafts out of the top of the car swirling and dancing in the afternoon wind. "Come in, come in!" she playfully requests with a slight giggle. Her movements or speech don't seem very coordinated. Glancing around to see if I've been spotted, I slide into the back seat. It's funny. I'm not in the least worried that I'm a grown man, a teacher no less, sitting in the back of a car with a teenage girl or that some god was playing with me earlier. No. What I'm most concerned about is whether she has any more of whatever she's smoking. I've been through a lot just now, so I need to let loose a little and have a some fun with some friends. Kelly, that's right it's Kelly, pulls me up by my arm and wrestles me inside. I didn't expect her to pull so hard, so I fall into her in the seat. We both collapse into giggles as the silliness of it. The back seat is an expansive bench seat with course, tan fabric and broken, brown piping. Some of the ceiling fabric is starting to sag down, and the fake wood in the door handles scream 'old people's car'. Trails of thick, pink smoke from Kelly's blunt undulate and dance as it is absorbed into the greater, grey cloud above our heads. The door slams with a thud behind me. "OMG, Chloe! I thought you'd never get out here," she whines. What is she talking about? We planned skipping class last night, and I would totally never let my bestie down. "And guess who I've brought along." she sings motioning to the hunky guy in the front seat rolling some green herbs into a paper. It's Rene from geometry. He sits in front of me, so I get to stare at him with impunity when the lesson gets boring - which is usually is. He's soo dreamy. He comes from South America, so his golden, brown skin and thick accent is to die for. "You didn't!" I tease. "You know that I like him." "Here!" Kelly commands and hands me a smoke which I take without delay. "Maybe you'll like him a little more after today." Skipping school to have a smoke out was the best idea in, like, forever. I sigh and melt into the seats. I love sharing this with my BFF. Waves of relaxation flow from the top of my head to my tingling toes making any form of movement almost impossible. The slide opens my blouse up a little at my chest allowing the tops of my bra to show, and my skirt rides up showing a little of my panties underneath. "I know someone who thinks you're cute," Kelly admits as she leans down into the foot well near my legs. I immediately perk up at this good news. "Who?" I lazily reply still lost in a haze of relaxation. My vision is starting to become a little blurry and moving my head causes a delay between my eyes and my mind. Kelly playfully uses her fingers to walk up my exposed leg until she almost reaches my panty line then motions with her other hand towards the front of the car. She then opens the next two buttons on my blouse exposing my bra-covered breasts. My eyes open wide at the realization that Rene may be who she's talking about. Oh, my god! I've had a crush on him all year. Excitement builds up between us and we both explode into a fit of giggles and squeals. "What are you two girls so excited about back there?" he booms in his sexy Spanish accent and leers over the seat at us. His bloodshot eyes scan my body from my head past my exposed bra and to the juncture between my legs. Feeling naughty I don't bother to cover up. Honestly, I probably couldn't manipulate the buttons of my blouse at the moment anyway. He's totally looking directly at my pussy and I bet he's getting hard over it on the other side of the seat. "Rene has put together a great combo this time. He says that it is a recipe to increase a person's libido, whatever that means," Kelly offers as a compliment and a conversation starter. My eyes move over to her thin, low-cut shirt that both supports and outlines her above average bust. She's not huge, but compared to my little mosquito bites, hers is totes legit. We've seen each other topless plenty of times, so I know what they look and feel like. Hell, I remember watching them grow last summer and making fun of her about it. I just wish the boob fairy would visit ME already. Her leopard- print bra is visible through the stretched fabric of her strained shirt. I giggle as I wonder if she chose that bra and shirt combo on purpose. I reach out to touch them. Her fixed, half smile comes closer as she closes the distance between us. "I'm not sure why I feel this way, but I think you are so beautiful," she whispers leaning over me. Slowly, she lowers her mouth to mine and we begin to kiss. Her strawberry lip gloss explodes in my mouth as we grow more passionate with our make-out session. Forcefully, our tongues weave and dart along each other accompanied by our lustful moaning. Sloppy, wet groans and huffs fill within the car. I'm lost in the tart smoke and strawberry in my mouth as the world outside of us disappears. We paw each other's bodies. I want her as close as possible to me. I want her with me. My arms wrap around her and pull her boobs into to my chest. She lifts up in a fit of giggles, "Oh no. You're in trouble now." I fix my eyes on the cartoon character on her shirt. Its head is pressed out by her boobs creating a weird funhouse mirror effect. Its eyes stretch over the front with two little nubs poking out behind their irises. It's then that I notice that she doesn't have any pants on underneath. Had she been fucking my crush in the car? A hand starts massaging my leg at my knee and gravitates upward. My mouth continues to open to capture her tongue, but she pulls away. To my left, Rene has joined us and is just inches away from my panty- covered center. "So, you like my herbs?" he asks. I motion my head up and down with half-lidded eyes. Speech is not easy at the moment in my lustful euphoria. I wonder if he knows how tingly and lightheaded I'm feeling right now. My hips shift up and down in frustration, and I moan his name. He lowers his mouth to mine and blows a puff of smoke into me. I open my throat to him to take as much of his smoke as I can. The smoke fills me as if it was more than just smoke. It is his very essence that I'm taking him into me, and I want more. I want him. I need him. I've totally waited enough time to do this. I wonder if we'll do more than just kiss. His mouth covers mine, and I continue to suck in his smoke. In the back of my mind I wonder where all of it is coming from, but my female instincts are very much in control at the moment. His finger hooks around the bottom of my panties. I gasp at the contact in my most secret of places. It was only a brush of the backside of his finger, but it felt so good. His touch reverberates throughout my body eliciting a groan of lust as I feel them slowly slide down to my knees. Cool air washes over my wet cleft and for a moment I become a little embarrassed. Both Kelly and I know that no boy has ever seen me down there. Thinking of her, I peer up to see her grinning and silently cheering us on. With her encouragement, I bend my knees together to allow my panties to be pulled off. I'm now completely exposed. OMG! I'm totally open down there. My eyes try to stay focused on my dark- skinned lover, but the images stretch and stutter. By now, closed eyes are the best way to keep from getting too dizzy. His sensuous touch along my most sensitive areas are enough stimulation, anyway. It's the touch that I want. "I didn't know that you liked to be touched there," he whispers into my ear referring to the soaked junction between my legs. "Yes," I moan. Touch me again. "Do you want me to touch you there more?" "Yes," I spread my legs a little more to give him access. I can feel my wetness string between my lips as they spread. Is this how he and Kelly did it? Did she feel like this, too? "Do you know what people call little girls who allow guys to touch them there?" Let me show you how good you are making me feel like this by opening my most secret of places to you. See my spread legs. Look at how wet I am. "Yes," I answer. I want to know what it feels like. I want to know how it feels to have a boy inside me. "What do they call them?" Sluts. That's what they are called. But, I can't be one. I'm just riding a high while totally turned on. I want to know what it's like to be so close to a guy that I can feel him inside of me. My body wants it. My mind wants it. I mewl into his smoke-darkened mouth my desire to go further. Every fiber of my body wants to have him inside of me. I must have him in me. I must have him in me, now. I want him to fuck me. I want him to complete me. I want him to make me a woman. He must make me his. "OMG, Chloe! You're gonna lose your virginity in the back of my dad's car!" Kelly screams. My hand reaches over to open his pants. They snap open very easily, and my hand feels the heat and desire in my South American lover. "Yes, that's right. Make me ready for you. Just like a good girl should." I reach over and grunt in an effort to pull his pants down. He assists by lifting up separating our connection and exposing his hard, throbbing brown cock. I stare openmouthed. I've never really seen one in person. It's so long and the head is a thick, pulsing red helmet. I try to grip it but fail to get my hand all the way around it. The skin is soft and flexible, but underneath is an iron-hard muscle that flexes when I grab it. For a moment, I fear that he may be too big. Is this what I want? "What do people call a girl who opens her legs for a guy she just met?" his accented voice demands. His large, strong hands grab me by my waist and places my long-wise along the fabric seat with an "oof". I open my legs again and bend them at the knee to show that I still want to continue. My center completely exposed to him. All the desire to have him in me overcomes any fear that may have crept in. He must have me. He must be in me. I'm his for the taking. Wetness leaks down between my cheeks and my legs convulse in anticipation. My pussy is his to be in. I'm his lover. I'm his girl. I'm his slut. His hips push up against the bottom of my butt, and I can feel his cock rubbing the top of my mound teasing it with a sawing motion. His balls glance my wet opening making a sticky noise and forces me to jump in surprise. I look up at Kelly. She's lost in excitement for me. I look up at Rene's face with smoke gently wafting out of his nose and mouth. "What do people call a girl who fucks strangers in the back of a car?" I rock my hips up and down his pole and moan with open lips. "What do you call a girl who spreads her legs like this?" It's rubbing along the top of my pussy and sending electric shocks into every part of my body. "What are you?" I reach my right hand between my legs and grasp ahold of his firm staff. Gently I lower it to my entrance and rub it up and down to wet the tip. Once set, I let go and raise my arms over his head. "Your slut," I whisper and pull him in with my legs. The head presses hard against my tight opening causing it to swell open. The pressure grows in intensity until an immediate heat followed by a rush of fulfillment takes its presence inside of me. My lips stretch to accommodate his girth burning with strain. I cry out as tears force themselves from my dilated eyes. His hard, firm cock that was once outside of me has become a part of me. I'm complete. It is no longer considered a part of my lover, but it is now a part of me. The pressure intensifies. Rough bumps glide along my opening stimulating my pleasure centers. Slowly it pushes in pressing out from within me making my entire lower halve a sleeve for him. It keeps coming. Oh, fuck! How big is he?!? Gently, a tuft of wiry hair presses up against my lips signaling that he's completely in. Rene stops allowing me to become accustomed to him. "Chloe, you're totally fucking Rene, aren't you? OMG! You're such a little slut." I am content. I am happy. This is the most amazing feeling I've ever felt. My whole body is holding another within it, and it feels so right. I like this. I really like this. I don't want to stop doing this. Kelly's words sound so good to me. She's so, completely right. I am a slut. I like to fuck. No, I live to fuck. "I AM a slut, aren't I?" Suddenly, I awake on the ground leaned against the tire of the old car. Feeling all over, I check to see who I am. A firm grope of the loose crotch outside of my pants confirms that maybe Samuel is winning this fight. It elicits a small, wet spark of energy that snaps in my mind as I grab myself again. Man! That feels good. Fuck, where is Rene when you need him? I'm so wet. No! That's not right. Why would I think that? It was just a dream. It was...amazing. I've never felt so complete than I did with Rene inside of me. He was so hot. Please, stop tormenting me. I'm not a slut. I didn't just fuck some teenage stoner, and my best friend is not some freshman girl. It's all in my head. "Stop this madness, Samuel!" I cry out to the sky and collapse back into a ball whimpering with tears streaming down my face. "Please, stop." In the distance, the dismissal bell sounds alerting me that the parking lot will soon be full of students. They can't see me like this. I've got to get home. Across the lot is my little grey car. It's not much considering a teacher's pay, but it gets me back and forth from work. Scampering back to my feet, I scramble over it hiding ducking behind cars as I run. Warm slickness between my legs remind me of my well- fucked pussy from earlier. Some students have started to exit the doors, but I don't see any sign of that bastard, Samuel. Deep down, I know he's just waiting to punish me again. If only I can get away then maybe he won't be able to reach me. Sneaking around the back end of my car a sudden thought freezes me. My car keys and wallet are still in my bag in the classroom. Shit! What am I going to do, now? I've got to find a way back in and hide until everyone leaves. Maybe Samuel is finished toying with me and has moved on to another victim. Dear god, I hope so. There's a rarely-used door around the back near the gym that could allow me to get in without anyone's knowledge. Luckily, my classroom keys are still in my pocket, so all I have to do is sneak in there and hide out for a while. The parking lot is filling up. Getting back to the school without being seen is not an option, but if I keep an eye out for Samuel I may be able to avoid another run-in. I just have to play it calm and walk quickly. "Hey there Mr. Arac. Are you okay?" a sweet girl in a cheerleader outfit asks. She's one of my Seniors this year dressed in her highly revealing cheerleader outfit for tonight's game. I'm not sure who picks out those outfits, but they really do a number on us guys. This year's is no exception with a plunging neckline and high mid-drift. Secretly, I'll take a glance at her exposed breasts, but this time it just doesn't seem right. Her boyfriend who she's holding hands with is such a hunk, though. I bet they fuck every night. Good for her, I say. I bet he's hung like a mule and is as hard a rock. How wonderful would it be if he'd take me home so I can make love... Shit! Where did that come from? "I'm fine. Thank you for asking. Good luck tonight," I struggle with keeping the words clean as my mind is thinking about how wet I've gotten over her man. What the hell happened to me? All I can think about are sexual thoughts. Is it possible that he made me a slut in the real world like I was in the car? I may actually like that idea. After a couple more close calls with students and one confused male teacher, I snake around a blind corner to see the door. Slowly turning the lock it clicks, and I move in. There in front of me on the tiled floor is the pink dildo from earlier haphazardly dropped in the middle of the dark access hallway. There you are, you little minx. I was looking all over for you. Relieved that I finally found my pink toy I pick it up and continue on my way down the hallway. "Click clop, click clop" my shoes clicking echoes down the hallway announcing to anyone close by that I'm here. On a whim I strip off my shoes and drop them into a corner. I only have two hands, and one of them is holding my favorite pink dildo. At the end of the hallway are the locker rooms and weight gym. There's a closet there that I can hide in and wait. Heavy fumes of sweaty guys working out invade my senses making it hard to focus. Thankfully, no one is there. It's Friday afternoon, so all of the athletes and coaches are at the field house. I'm not sure that I would be able to control myself if there was anyone here. With a sigh of relief, I duck into the supply closet and wait with the lights still off. Only the sound of my heartbeat and breathing can be heard. It doesn't take long for boredom to give course my desires. If no one is here, then no one would know, right? I'm so glad I found my little pink friend in the hallway. He's so big and veiny. He fits perfectly in any hole I put him in. Enshrouded by the darkness, I caress and stroke the thick, rubber cock wishing that it was connected to a hunky guy. It's not the real thing, but it'll do when I get into a frenzy like this. Not that I'm complaining. An evil thought slips in. Why am I just waiting here stroking him, when I could have him in me? Maybe I can get off a couple of times while I wait. I stand up hoping that there's nothing above me and hastily undo and slip my pants off. I can feel strings of slick moisture pull off when I remove my underwear. Oh, fuck I'm so horny. Kneeling down on my knees I aim the tip of the dildo to my entrance and let gravity pull me down onto it. Mmm, the fullness quietens my raging desire. This is what I was made for. I was made to fuck. Every fiber of my being relishes in the pressure and pleasure the veined cock creates. I moan out loud. Up and down I rock and allowing this invader deeper into me. My pussy contracts and pulls as I lift up trying to milk it of its cum. Mmm. That's what's missing. Cum. I press a finger to my mouth and slip it in. I'm so hungry for some. My mouth is actually watering. One hand is in my mouth sucking on a finger and the other slides down to caress my lips as I work the dildo in. They spread out, slick with juices, absorbing each fake bump and vein channeling each contour to my brain in a euphoric haze. My body is acting on its own. I'm just a third party as it does what it must to get what it needs. I need it all in me. I grunt in an animalistic fury. Oh, fuck I need to cum. Oh, I need it. I need cum. Mmmm, yes! I need cum. "Hello, Janice?" a male voice calls out from the locker room outside. I freeze. My insides beg me to continue. My pussy pleads for more fucking. No! He'll hear. I can't be caught in the locker room fucking myself. What will people think? "I heard you. Stop playing. I know it's not four, yet, but I just couldn't help myself. I wanted to see you again." he pleads to his non- existent girlfriend. I whimper as he walks closer to the closet door. The dildo is still firmly lodged in my quivering pussy, so when I try to stand it slides shooting a lightning bolt of pleasure through me. I groan, then freeze. Oh, shit, he heard me. The door gently begins to open aligning a beam of light to the opposite wall. Its brightness partially blinds me. "Janice, are you in there?" The light outlines his physique fluttering both my heart and my hormones. Oh, my god he's hot. Forgetting that I'm trying to scurry away, my center demands attention so I sit back down taking the rubber cock as far inside me as possible. I know that my pussy is begging for more, but the consequences of him finding me sitting on a dildo in the school are too severe. Plus, a thought pushes all of my rational ideas to the side. Cum. Oh, fuck I need his cum, but what if he finds out I'm not Janice? Maybe I can get him to cum quickly, and then I can escape before he knows it's not her. "Shh," I whisper trying to keep my voice hidden. Without letting the dildo out, I lean forward and pull him to me by a belt loop on his waist. I don't need to say anything. My erratic fumbling of his belt, pants, and zipper tells him that he's found what he was looking for. I take a moment to admit that it's quite difficult to undo another man's pants in the dark from the other side. With the zipper down, I reach in and caress the hard shaft behind the thin material of his underwear. My hands shake as they show affection for his manhood. A soft moan from above tells me that I've hit the jackpot. I exhale through the fabric bathing it in my moist breath. Now that he's satiated, I can attend to the task of removing his pants. His pants slide to the ground with a jingle and a plop. His muskiness wafts out enveloping me in a chemical bath of testosterone and teenage hormones. I reach up with my right hand and take his semi-hard cock stroking it up and down. Its length bounces on my wrist as I stroke it to arousal. The head feels so soft rubbing against my skin belying it's firmness underneath. "Fuck, Janice. I didn't know you were willing to do this. You told me not to push you last night. Are you sure..." I cut him off by engulfing the head into my hot, moist mouth. My hand strokes back and forth forcing the cock as far into my mouth as I can handle. Out of instinct, I try to work up as much spit as I can to allow it slide back and forth easily. He's stopped talking. Good, now give me what you have. For a minute, I feel sorry for Janice. She's had a crush on him for some time. We were both ecstatic when he finally asked her to a date. Yes, I helped him by telling him that he had nothing to worry about, but he didn't believe me. That's so cute. He's like this big, hunky teddy bear. I keep working his cock deeper into my mouth. It's starting to push into my throat. "Ack!" I cough in a high-pitched voice. "Janice?" he asks in a confused voice. I reply by shoving his cock as far down my throat as possible to shut him up. I cough and gag a little, but once it's in he's fine. With nothing else to do my hands start caressing my areas. My right reaches down to feel the dildo sliding in and out. My left reaches up under my bra to caress my nipples. Janice has always had bigger boobs than me, but that hasn't stopped me from teasing her boyfriends with my hard nipples. They're hard as rocks and poke out enough for me to roll them around. I may be stretching my shirt out, but I really don't care. He shuts up again. We're both moaning over the sound of my sucking. Shouldn't we be staying quiet? I would be mortified if anyone knew I was fucking myself with a dildo in the locker room. Damn it, will you just enjoy your blowjob in silence! I've always been envious of Janice. Ron is such a great guy, but Janice isn't the type of girl who would do anything like this. "Saving herself for marriage" she says. She knew that I was a slut. She's even tried to "save" me a couple of times from my behavior. Ron deserved better. He deserved a slutty girl who knew how to please him. How could he let those muscles and this cock go to waste? His large hands grip the ponytails on the side of my head. He's close. It's about fucking time he decided to let me have his come, I was getting impatient. His cock is expanding within my mouth pulsating with need and desire. It fills me forcing my jaw to open enough to be sore by now. I trace my tongue along the underside of the head and grab this thrusting, hairy ass with both of my hands. Give me your cum! Faster is slide back and forth. My sore throat is begging for me to stop. Tears and a little snot run down both sides of my face. I must have your cum, Ron. Give your cum slut your cum! The lights turn on blinding me in light. "Ron?" Janice asks in disbelief in a quavering voice. "Janice?" he replies then looks down to see my tearstained face looking up at him. His hands are holding my ponytails. "Susan?!?" he cries as his body gives up and forces his orgasm. The large, cock shakes and swells inside as it slips out spraying his cum over my face and hair. My mind is bombarded with the embarrassment of being caught fucking myself and the satisfaction that he came. A drop of the tart liquid slides into the side of my mouth causing me to lick my lips in satisfaction. "Susan, what the fuck?!" Janice turns away crying forcing Ron to make a decision. Should he run after her and try to explain that he thought she was me, or should he stay and have another round with his new slutty girlfriend in front of him. Like a dumbass, he runs off chasing after her pulling his pants back up to his waist. So, I guess he really did like her. Oh well. I got what I wanted, so all's well. I'm suddenly fatigued lying back on my elbows. My body collapses sprawling my legs and arms out. I'll get up in a moment. Being a cum slut takes a lot out of you. Groggily, I look around at the shelves of sports equipment located all around me in the dimly-lit closet. Oh no! I had another dream. I gaze downward to see my trim, cute, girly body lying on her side on the cold, closet floor with dried cum caked all over her. Brunette hair covers much of my face and the floor all around, so I use my hand to pull it behind my ear. My little brown cones push out only a little giving a hint that they're breasts. He's done it. He finally turned me into a girl. There's no way this is possible. I'm a middle aged male teacher. I'm not some slutty girl. The flavor of Ron's cum in my mouth flashes images of naked men and hard cocks through my mind making me queasy and a little turned on. "Hold it together," I tell myself. He may be doing to this to your body, but you're still in control. At least now I know that Samuel knows I'm here. I sit up bending my knees up to my pointy chest. Both knees are scraped and slightly bruised. I guess I really did suck a cock just now. So, that's what he's doing. He's using these dreams to change me into some slutty girl. Each one brings me closer to his goal. To test my theory, I reach over to the pink dildo at my feet. I still think it's cute, and loved having it in me, but I need to focus for a moment. The first dreams were his idea of showing me that he has the power to change me. Then, he gave me my girl parts and a desire to use it when I let Rene take my virginity. Finally, he must have made me a cocksucker when Ron came in. I have to know if I'm right. I have to test this to see where Samuel is taking me. I look down to see that my hands were already stroking the phallus in my lap. "Focus, Christine," I tell myself in frustration again. As if by habit I bring it up to my mouth and let it go back as far as I can. The pressure it exerts on the back of my throat sends pleasure thrills over me and makes me want to spend some more time doing it. The gurgling sounds I make get me a little wet. I can take this entire cock like a pro. It's not an accomplishment that most people would be proud of, but I think it's nice. Suddenly, I feel different. It's like I'm more in control now - like I'm a predator. There's so many guys out there who would give their left arm to be inside of me. My whole world just opened up. I can have any one I want. What in the world am I doing teaching a bunch of pain in the ass teenagers? I could fuck my way to an easy life as arm candy. It's so empowering. Hesitantly, I pull the dildo out and drop it to the ground. I can't let it draw me away from my goal of surviving this ordeal, so I kick it under one of the shelving units. Reaching over to put my pants back on I realize that they won't fit anymore. I've must have shrunk. Well, I'm not going to run around the school naked, so I need to find something quickly. I'm sure Janice is telling others about us, and soon someone is bound to come in here to verify her story. I grab a pair of green athletic shorts and put them on. They don't leave much to the imagination with a very high cut that almost exposes the bottom of my butt. I grab a grey t-shirt nearby and put it on. It fits pretty snugly exposing my hard, miniature nipples. Was this the boy's or the girl's locker room? Anyway, I forgo any shoes to stay silent on the tile and quickly make my way back to my classroom after remembering to grab my keys. I snake around each corner checking if anyone is in the hallway before scampering along the side near the lockers. The shorts are hugging my female parts so much that they've gotten a little wet and my nipples are chafing on the t-shirt. Hallway-by-hallway I sneak. Everyone must be gone. Finally, I'm standing outside of my classroom. Stealthfully, I peer through the window to see if anyone is there. Vacant. I sigh in relief. Deep down, I know that Samuel isn't finished with me, and I'm sure that he'll try to catch me in my classroom when he sees that my car is still in the parking lot. Nevertheless, I must at least try to get those keys. I've worked too hard to get here for nothing. The key clicks as I slowly unlock the door. Very weary of my surroundings, I peer around to see if I'm being watched. Still no one is around. It's uncanny. It's not that far past the dismissal bell and the school seems entirely vacant. Surely, there must be some student club meeting or studious teacher prepping a lesson for next Monday. The hallways are just too quiet. No use in second-guessing my decision to come here. I slip into the doorway. Finally, my parents left the damn house. It's like they have no social life at all. What losers! God would please just give my loser parents something to do. I make a beeline to my computer upstairs in my room. Cliff told me that he'd be on until dinnertime, so I hope that he's still there. He's really cute, and he's been dropping hints that he wants to go out, but I'm not too sure. I log onto the chat session and see his nick, strongmanjones, is still there. With a couple of clicks of the mouse his video feed pops up in the browser. "I was wondering when you would come on, Jody. Took you long enough," he teases. "My stupid parents wouldn't leave. I've been grounded from the computer for some stupid reason, so I had to wait," I whine but quickly change my tune when I see that he's disaffected by my complaints. "It's so nice to see you again." We talk about nothing for a while. You know, small talk. I don't really care what we talk about. I just don't want to be alone and bored in the house. Yes, I complain when my parents aren't here, but it's a really big, scary place. If they would just give me a separate room like I asked, then we wouldn't have any problems. Anyhoo, Cliff is a cute guy and all, but he keeps looking down into the bottom of the screen. I guess he noticed that I forgot to wear my bra. Sheesh, is that all boys think about? I've been blessed with good sized boobs since middle school. OMG it was soo embarrassing then, but I've learned tricks to keep them out of sight these last three or so years. A girl learns little tricks and secrets to keeping her girls out of the sight of roving eyes. The worst is when it's one of the teachers. Eww! So, this time is no different. His face can't hide the disappointment when I lean forward taking them out of the camera's range. "Let's play a game. Rock-paper-scissors. Loser has to do what the winner says. What do you say?" he offers. How fun! I start before he has a chance to back out. "One, two, three, go!" We both show our hands - his rock to my paper. "Oops, looks like I won that one," I tease. I tell him to bark like a dog. It's cheesy, but I just want to see if he'd do it. At first he's hesitant, but quickly barks. He's not loud, but at least I made him feel like a fool. Tee hee. This was a good idea. "One, two, three, go!" I say again. He holds out his scissors while I show paper. Okay, he won that one. I wonder what he's going to ask me to do. Barking like a dog wouldn't be too bad, I guess. "Let me see your nipple." "What the hell, Cliff?" I spit. "I thought we were having a fun time. Geez. Is that all you think about? Is that why you've been chatting with me this entire time just to see my boobs?" His request shakes me up a little. I thought he was a real gentleman. I thought I really liked him. "Relax. I am having fun, Jody. No need to get upset. I just thought you'd be ready to stop playing kids games and have some REAL fun - like adults do. Besides, it's just a nipple. What harm is that going to do?" His argument makes sense. We aren't little kids anymore, and we swim every summer together at the pool. It's not like he's never seen my breasts when I wear my bikini. As big as they are, he could probably see them before seeing my face when we meet in the hallway. Anyways, how come grown-ups are always telling us that we can't do this or we can't do that before doing those very same things themselves right after? Okay, Cliff. If you want to play that game, then I'm in. "You aren't recording this, are you?" I ask. The hunky guy on the screen shakes his head. I hope he's telling the truth. Looking around my room as if someone would be there, I sit up in the chair so my boobs are in view of the camera. He immediately perks up and gets closer to the screen. Slowly, I lean forward so that my shirt's neck hole opens exposes the upper crest of my left breast. I pause. "Are you sure you aren't recording this, Cliff? I will hate you if you are." "No, Jody. I'm not recording any of this. I promise no one will see this other than you and me." he confidently states. He really is cute when he talks so sternly. Cautiously, I pull down the front of my shirt enough to expose my left nipple, then immediately pull it back up and lean forward covering myself with my crossed arms in a fit of nervous giggles. My entire body shrinks down into a ball in the chair. I just flashed Cliff! Oh crap, what if anyone finds out? "There, you pervert. You saw my nipple. Happy?" "Very. One, two, three, go!" replies and holds out his flattened hand to the camera. I barely have enough time to put my fist up. Damn! He won again. "You had fun showing me your nipple, didn't you?" Okay, yes, it was kind of intense. My heart is still pumping furiously and my hands are shaking a little. It was kind of like riding a roller coaster for the first time. I didn't really want to do it, but once it's over you are over the fear from the beginning. "It was okay," I reply trying to sound cool. "Show me your belly." Huh? Of all the things he would like to see, he asks for my belly? Well, I guess it isn't my boobs again, so I don't really feel the same anxiety I did earlier. "Okay." I stand up and push the roller chair back. I'm eyeing the camera so I can control what he sees. I don't want him seeing too much. My hands reach down to grab the bottom of my shirt, and I pull up to the bottom of my unrestrained boobs. There on the screen is my trim belly. All of those sit ups in athletics is paying off. There's still a little winter padding, but it'll all be gone by summer. You know, I'm kind of proud of my belly. Those workouts at school suck. I stand there for a moment to let him take it all in. He can't take his eyes off of me. Does that make me a hottie? I should be. I'm the biggest chest among all of my girlfriends. Yea, Cliffy-boy. Enjoy this view. You're looking at a hottie and you should appreciate it. As I'm posing for him my hands must have slipped upward a little exposing the bottom of my swaying breasts. I didn't notice it until now, but oddly I'm okay with it. He's already seen my nipple, and now he's seen my underboob. There's not much else to see. Watch this, I'm gonna surprise the hell out of him. "Like what you see, there Cliffy? Well, check these out!" I say like I'm surprising him a gift and pull the entire shirt over my head completely exposing my bouncing boobs. Back and forth they jiggle and sway. The room's cold air flows over the tops sending chills to my large, hardening nipples. Feeling like he's seen enough I quickly cover them up with my folded arms. Oh shit! I really just flashed a boy. What was I thinking? Oh, why did I just do that?!? "They're beautiful," a wide-eyed, shocked Cliff expresses as if in a daze. Really? He thinks they're beautiful? "Why are you holding them after you just showed them to me?" I guess if he likes them, I shouldn't be too embarrassed. He did just see them, so holding them doesn't make any sense. In fact, I kind of liked showing my girls. "One, two, three, go!" he blurts and extends his hand into a fist. Without thinking, I bring up scissors leaving my boob exposed again. Crap, he won again. "Did you hear that stoner Rene and two girls were caught fucking in the parking lot after school today? I heard that one of the girls was so stoned that she offered to fuck the security guys." he said laughing. "That is pretty funny," I chuckle. He continues to fill me in on the other daily gossip while I follow along. My arms lower to rest at my side forgetting that I'm not supposed to show my boobs to other people. I am more comfortable now without any clothing above my waist. It feels so much more natural, like this is the way it's supposed to be. We sometimes go this way during sleep overs, and I'm pretty much nude when I wear my bikini to the pool. Why are people so uptight about a boob, anyway? I mean, really? They're just boobs, people. Look at mine. I don't mind. Seriously, look at mine. They're no different from anyone else's. Why would I be embarrassed by them? Half of the population has the same thing, right? Freeing my breasts on camera has liberated me. I feel amazing. There's no embarrassment with on my body. There's no shame. I don't mind that a boy is looking at them. Hell, let everyone look at them. People should look at my boobs. They're amazing! They're perfect. As we continue to converse, my hands begin to caress the undersides and rub across the nipples. I'm not really thinking about it. It's just a natural reaction. I've seen guys play with their junk when they are showering (yes, we spy, too!). I'm just enjoying owning a perfectly good pair of breasts. "Show me how wet you are." His command jars me back into the game. "What?" "I never gave you a command after winning. Show me how wet you are." "That's getting kind of personal, don't cha think?" I scold him. I mean, really? Showing him my boobs are one thing, but showing him my...um, girl parts is another. Plus, I am getting pretty wet from playing this game with him. That's going to be so embarrassing. "I'm not asking you to take your pants off. I just want to see if you're as excited as I am." he explains. He's excited? I guess he should be. There's a topless girl in front of him - a pretty hot one at that. Yea, he should be excited damn it. He shared that with me, so this isn't a one-sided sex chat. I guess I can check without him looking. "Okay, but look away." Did I really just say that? Sheez, that sounded stupid. Again, looking all around me by instinct I start to comply. My hands pull the elastic waistband of my shorts forward giving me a good view of my privates. It's a good thing that I trimmed up. She's looking pretty good down there. Tee hee! I reach down below and slide two fingers across my clit and into my folded lips being careful not to go in. Their presence forces me to look up and lift my body to accommodate my pressing along the underside of my body. Man, this is a personal feeling. They're so close to my entrance that they slide easily. I guess he's right about me being excited. Oh, this is so embarrassing. Curling my fingers, I pull out a little moisture and lift my hand to the camera. See? There you go! I'm wet. Happy? Out of curiosity, I pull my shaking fingers apart and see the moisture string between them. I giggle at the absurdity of it all. I just felt myself up in front of a boy and now I'm showing him my juices. "Have you ever had an orgasm, Jody?" he asks. My eyes focus on him, but I don't say a word. Private scenes careen through my mind as I scan through my very short list of erotic memories. I've experimented a few times, but it never really led anywhere. Every girl has spent time rubbing herself while in the shower, but I'm not sure I had one of those orgasm things. I've heard stories about them. Even watched a few videos of people having sex online, but I always thought the girl was just pretending to be very excited. They always seemed overacted. "What do you mean, Cliff?" I probe not wanting to answer. It's like telling someone you're a virgin. You don't really go around telling people these things. It's just a personal matter that you keep hidden from your friends. "Would you like to have one, then?" "What? How?" I stammer. "It's easy. Just put your hand back where it was and rub back and forth while we talk." he explains matter-of-factly. Is that it? Is that all there is to having an orgasm? If I have one, would he know about it? Would a little light come out of my head and blink like one of those skee ball games at the arcade? "All I have to do is rub?" I press thinking that it may be possible to keep everything off camera. "I'm not going to stick anything in, if that's what you're asking." "No. Just rub yourself while we talk. I don't have to see a thing." My heartbeat thumps through my ears and my hands shake so much that it's hard to hold the mouse steady. I could do this without him knowing. He won't be able to see anything. Plus, maybe I'll be able to know what an orgasm is when someone asks me again. That nugget of knowledge alone is worth any embarrassment that may come. Without any more prodding, I slip my right hand back to my...pussy. Yes. It's not my girl parts. It has a name. She has a name. She's my pussy. God, I feel dirty just calling it that. "Aren't you going to talk or something while I do this?" I ask before starting. Like I just slapped him, he wakes up. "I got a C on my calculus paper today..." I honestly didn't hear anything more than that. My entire attention is on my fingers rubbing back and forth underneath me shooting euphoric explosions in my mind. I'm kind of feeling my way around down there. It's not like I have a lot of experience. Do I just rub back and forth or do I have to go in? Cliff said that I didn't have to stick anything in there, so maybe if I just keep doing this something will happen. His voice continues to come from the speakers in wordless tones. Background noise. My lips (ladia, labia?) bend over the sides of my fingers as if they are trying to grip them. They have a separate feeling than my rubbing inside the little valley. It's like I can feel two things at once. Back and forth my fingers rub, but they seem to be getting more sticky than slick. Reaching down a little more, I find the opening is very wet. I should use some of that. Pressing down my fingers push at the hole forcing a ball of the wetness to roll into my curved fingers. I jump a little and yelp. Shit! That was intense. He stopped talking. I open my eyes (when did I close my eyes?) to see his open-mouthed expression. I must have been a bit loud that last time. Nonplussed, I close my eyes and continue. Wow, this feels amazing. Is this what sex feels like? If it is no wonder people are in such a hurry to do it. It's like I've taken a drug. I'm so happy and my body is moving on its own. Rubbing myself feels soo good. My moisture is starting to get sticky again and I reach down for some more. I wonder what it would feel like to put a finger in. It's just one finger. I've always wondered, but really never tried to put anything in there. I rub across the entrance again this time putting a little more pressure on the tips of my fingers. By instinct, my body pushes my pussy forward making me want to put more in. I rub across again. It feels so open. It feels so strong. I'm going to do it. I'm going to put my finger in. Tee hee, I'm going to finger myself. Leaning back in the chair, I lift up my legs to give me greater access. Only the elastic is stunting my spread. I've got to get these off. I soo want to do this now. Out of frustration, I stand up and pull my shorts and underwear down to my feet and kick them to the side. Chilly air blows across my heated sex shouting out to the world that I'm completely exposed. Fuck this feels good. There's nothing like this. There's nothing that I'd rather do. This is