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Imagination (MF, teens, school, day-dream)
By Anonymous (c) 1995
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Up in front of the class, the teacher droned on mercilessly. As a
result, Jim felt his concentration slowly slip away from him,
drawing him into a realm of daydream and fantasy. leaning on his
arm had become a deadly risk, considering he had fallen asleep more
than once. Even so, his eyelids started to increase in weight, and
it seemed a Sisyphean task to keep them open.
Suddenly, a hand slapped down on his desk, and Jim jumped awake.
Looking up, he saw his teacher leering down at him. A beautiful
woman, but much too uptight. This time, Jim couldn't see the
attractiveness of the student teacher, simply because he felt so
foolish, and his embarrassment flushed his face, eventually turning
into anger.
Shifting his weight, he watched as she moved on around the
classroom. He scanned the room, looking for people who he knew
would be laughing at him. He was a personable guy, but one who
normally took occasional ribbing from both faculty and students.
In fact, there was one grinning impishly at him. Sarah. It figured.
And over in the other corner, Tina. Sheesh!
Leaning down on his palm once more, he quickly sat up straight,
lest he accidentally fall asleep once more. Instead, he began
fantasizing about the various women in the room. Due to the fact
that the room was split in half with the students facing each
other, he had ample opportunity to gaze at some of the young
women's legs. A smile crept up on his lips, as he tried to sneak
peeks up their miniskirts without getting caught.
This seemed to pass the time well, and he began thinking about what
may be hidden underneath the dark shadows. In his mind, he thought
about nuzzling into that darkness, wondering if whatever girl he
happened to be looking at was shaved or not. A glimmer of a smile
crept onto his lips as he imagined them being completely shaven. He
looked up to see that he was looking at now, and saw that it was
Tina.
Tina had been sitting with her legs crossed, one calf draping down
next to the other, both legs highlighted in black stockings, her
high cut miniskirt giving Jim a pleasant aesthetic view of her
thighs. Jim stared at her marvelous legs, imagining that he was
running his hands all over their smoothness. He loved legs, and
never tired of watching well defined ones walk in a sultry style.
He had seen Tina, and boy could she walk!
Tina began to move her leg up and down, as if trying to scratch an
itch. Jim paid strict attention, hoping to catch whatever glimpse
might come his way. His imagination began kicking into overdrive,
and he imagined putting his lips between her thighs, just as she
was. He imagined getting on his hands and knees, right there, in
that classroom, and kissing her dark patch through her nylons.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought that she might be
clean shaven, and nuzzled her slit with his nose through the
material.
Tina continued to shuffle in her seat, apparently uncomfortable.
She continued to brush the hair out of her face, even though it
hadn't fallen there. All this time, Jim continuously hoped that she
would uncross her legs, even briefly. He began hoping she would
switch legs, at which point he might get to see what was forbidden
to him. However, Tina didn't uncross her legs. Instead, she did
quite the opposite. She seemed to be pressing them together, as if
she were in pain, or had to use the bathroom.
Jim hoped and hoped, but each time was disappointed and fell back
into the comfort of his imagination. In his mind, he was showering
her crevice with light kisses, pushing the nylon with his tongue,
pulling with his teeth, feeling her softness with his mouth and
tongue, tasting her. In his mind, she tasted sweet and inviting.
one of the great things about imagination, Jim thought, was that
there was plenty of room, and no awkwardness. He lapped up his
tongue, and ran it up her clit, which had become exposed in his
imagination.
Suddenly, Tina doubled over, and groaned, clutching her stomach.
Everyone looked at her, with concerned expressions.
"Tina," the teacher asked. "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"
Tina looked up, and shook her dark hair out of her face. A pained
expression came over her face, and she nodded. She stood up
uneasily, and walked towards the door. Jim, concerned at first, was
once more mesmerized by her tantalizing walk, and couldn't help but
keep thinking about burying his face into her. Her step faltered,
and she almost fell, but Jim could only think about how her ass
moved from side to side, and he imagined caressing it with his
hands, pulling her into the reach of his tongue.
Tina made it out the door, and across the hall into the bathroom.
Jim began imagining that she wasn't sick, but actually overcome
with desire for Jim's tongue lashing. He pictured her there in the
stall, pulling up her skirt, not even wasting time to remove it,
plunging her fingers inside of her to relieve the pressure building
there.
He imagined her fingers whisking against her thrusting hips,
determined to make herself come. He imagined thrusting his tongue
deep inside her hole, feeling the resistance of her muscle walls
against the sides of his tongue, while she stroked furiously at her
clit. He wiggled the tip of the tongue as fast as he could imagine
himself going, and he imagined feeling her muscles contract
sporadically as she came violently.
Soon, Tina came back into the room. "Are you back to normal now?"
the teacher asked. Tina stiffened, but smiled and said that yes,
she was.
Tina sat down, and looked better composed. Jim wasn't finished,
however, and imagined caressing her inner lips extremely slowly
with his tongue. Tina gripped the sides of her chair, and
shuddered! Jim's eyebrows shot up, shocked. He imagined licking her
again, and she nearly jumped off the seat.
He smiled, and looked right at Tina, who had her hands in her lap,
legs crossed, and eyes closed. The teacher glanced at Tina, but
ignored her, droning on. Jim looked at her, and had a devilish
idea.
At that point in time, she had her back to the class, writing
something obviously crucial to her students' very survival on the
board. Jim stared at her shapely, firm behind, and imagined
caressing it with both hands. Not rudely, but a soft gentle caress.
The teacher whirled around, expecting someone to be there.
Jim smiled broadly. It worked! He didn't know how, but it worked!
For that matter, who *cared* how it worked? She glanced around the
room suspiciously, but everyone was still seated, looking at her as
if expecting her to say something. Instead, she turned back to the
board, and immediately felt the caress on her behind once more.
Thinking it was her imagination, she continued on with the lesson.
However, the caresses became more persistent, caressing the backs
of her thighs, down around her knees, and back around the front of
her legs, up her abdomen, dipping down between her legs, and back
up. Her concentration faltered severely, and she lost the idea of
what she was saying. She rested her wrist upon the dusty
blackboard, taking a moment to regain her thoughts. Unfortunately,
she couldn't do it, for the massive body rub had moved to her
breasts, moving in circular motions rapidly, but not roughly. She
looked down, and nothing was happening. For a moment, she thought
she was losing her mind.
Jim was having an enormous amount of fun. He watched as his teacher
lost all control, and had unconsciously began moving her body
slightly to his "touch." He watched the other students begin to
talk amongst themselves, wondering what the hell was going on. As
his concentration wavered, hers reasserted itself. She began to
write the remainder of the lesson on the board with renewed vigor.
Jim snapped back to attention, and decided to pull out all the
stops. He imagined attaching his mouth between her legs, and
licking completely from the top of her slit through to the very top
of her crack. He imagined doing this over and over, increasing his
speed until going as fast as only he could imagine.
The teacher had completely stopped. If she had been facing the
other direction, which knows what kind of reaction she would have
evoked. Her eyes had completely shot open. Her stance had spread a
couple of inches, keeping her weight evenly distributed on both
feet so that she wouldn't fall. She felt her behind spread with the
unseen pressure, feeling a pleasant tingling sensation along her
entire being. Jim imagined burying his tongue deep within his
teacher, exploring her inner recesses with the tip.
Suddenly, Jim got an idea. Since he was only imagining things, he
imagined that he could reach far within the young woman,
"increasing" his tongue size. He began to stroke her insides with
his tongue, and she felt her legs give. Putting her hands back
against her desk, she sought to regain her balance.
Licking her lips, uncertain of what had overcome her (teaching had
never been *this* good!!), she decided that the best course of
action was simply to dismiss class, which she did, trying
unsuccessfully to keep her voice stable. In the back of her mind,
she heard the class assemble their belongings, and chairs squeaked
back against the tile floor.
She could not turn around to watch, however. She found that she had
no desire to do anything other than revel in her enjoyment. The
massive tongue inside her flicked back and forth, and her hips
began to press against it automatically. Suddenly, it began to
withdraw, and she looked down, almost expecting to see an enormous
tongue escape her legs. Then, almost immediately, it happened.
Something very *large* pressed up against her hole, and slid inside
of her, spreading her far apart.
Somehow, it just kept coming, although it didn't fill her up as if
it were really there. She just felt the sensation of it entering
her, entering her, entering her continually. She backed up onto the
desk, and spread her legs, cupping her hands and thrusting them
down her skirt. She felt her slit, and found that it was still the
same size as it had always been, yet the sensation of being split
had not changed.
She was, however, incredibly wet. Her fingers fell around her clit,
which was totally encompassed now with her wetness. The massive
intruder (she hesitated to think that anything penile could be that
large) continue to enter her, first inwards, and then outwards. Her
fingers felt around the tiny bud, stroking it. Her eyes closed, and
she felt her legs shudder as the familiar feeling of orgasm
encompassed her.
Her mouth opened wide, and she drew in several quick breaths of
air, coming in a high pitched squeak. She shoved her fingers inside
of her on the onslaught, feeling her muscles grab and twitch at
them. Slowly, she came down from her high, and withdrew her fingers
from her skirt, suddenly feeling the urge to taste them. She stuck
first one finger into her mouth, and then sucked on all the rest.
Wiping her hands on her skirt, she then readjusted her hair, and
tried to control herself. She turned around, and gasped. Jim stood
there, smiling demonically, turned, and left the room.
This was definitely a new talent to be explored!