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Masturbating at School

When I was in my teens, I was horny all the time. I was constantly moist, and I thought about sex 24/7. I masturbated at least 3 times a day: once in the morning, at least one other time in the middle of the day, and then again before falling asleep. It was highly unusual for me to miss one of these sessions. The school day was often too long to go without having at least one orgasm. I would have to go to the bathroom sometime in the middle of the day to get my eager adolescent pussy off. I think I was in eighth grade when I masturbated in school for the first time. I spent a lot of time in those bathroom stalls.

I went to a private school that allowed its students lots of freedom. If there was a period in which you had no class, you could be free to roam the campus. The grounds consisted of many acres of scenic land that included some trails, a stream, and an orchard. I met my first boyfriend at the age of 14. He was 16 and just as horny as I was. During free periods, my boyfriend and I would head outside to a secluded spot and stroke each other off.

Here's what a typical encounter might look like. My boyfriend makes me comfortable on a bed of fallen leaves. He strokes my breasts, unzips my jeans, and places his hand down my panties. The fabric in the crotch is already soaked from the anticipation of meeting him at this place. I couldn't think of anything else during that boring class beforehand. He rubs my clit in the way he knows I like as the autumn sun peeks through the canopy of trees. I grab his arm and grind my hips into his hand as he continues to play with my clit. My tensing legs rustle the leaves underneath us. We hear the sound of someone coming towards us, and we startle, but it's only a squirrel. We are a little afraid of getting caught. He anxiously picks up the pace of his rubbing, and I shudder in a rapidly-induced orgasm. While taking out his cock, I notice that his boxers are just about as damp as my panties. I add some more moisture to his precum by running my hand over my freshly brought-off pussy and spitting in my palm. Taking my well-lubed hand, I jerk him off. He spurts onto the forest floor, his cum blending into the autumn landscape. Afterwards, we dust each other off and head to our next class. Wouldn't high school students be happier if there were mandatory masturbation breaks every day? Come to think of it, that would do some teachers good, too.

In college, I found secluded spots in buildings whenever I wanted to get off but didn't have enough time between classes to go back to my dorm room. The library was a good place to find some privacy. Once, someone left out a book at one of the carrels. It was one of those women's sex-positive books that contained many close-up color photographs of vulvas. They were all different shapes and colors, and some of the photographs even showed vulvas with fluid dripping out. I absolutely had to masturbate right then and there. I ran with the book to a secluded area of the library and rubbed myself silly while turning page after page.

I went to graduate school in another state, and by this time, women were speaking frankly about their solo sex practices. The bathroom in the building with the computer lab on campus had stalls filled with writing on the inside. Each of them had a particular theme. One of the stalls was a place were women would swap masturbation and other sexual techniques with others. How hot to think of these hard-working women taking breaks to get off during long nights at the computer lab!


Posted on: 2003-10-28 00:00:00 | Author: