A Fantasy

I see my teacher staring at me. Every time he walks down the rows, he pauses at my desk and looks as if he’s checking my work. I know he’s trying t see down my top though. And I know I’m letting him.  I also realise he seems to sniff a lot near me. I suspect he can smell my sex. I know I can. Why shouldn’t he? The thought of this makes me even wetter and when he moves away, I adjust my school shirt so that he can see more of what he wants to see.  (All real life so far....now comes the fantasy) He hands me a detention slip. I know I’ve done nothing wrong, and he smiles as he gives it to me. I catch another girl’s eye. “You’ll enjoy his special detentions” she whispers.  End of school and I go to his classroom. He is in the stock room out back and beckons me in. He tells me to sit on the desk in there. I know from this angle that he can see my panties. I also see his erection bulging his pants out.  We talk and nothing then, calmly he says “spread your legs.” I do so immediately and my panties stretch tight against me. He can clearly see the large wet patch that has been forming all afternoon. Then, he merely says, again, calmly and with a hint of amusement “my my. Your cunt must be ever so wet.” The word cunt stabs me like a cattle prod. I love the badness of the word. Not only that, I HAVE a cunt....sometimes, when I want to think really bad thoughts, I imagine I AM a cunt. I reach down and pull the damp material aside s he can see my slick entrance. He walks towards me unzipping as he nears me. He doesn’t seem to stop. He merely walks towards me, up to me and into me in one movement. I feel a sharp stab of pain as he enters me and begins to thrust. All the time, he is talking dirty to me. “You horny little bitch. Your cunt is every bit as tight as I imagined it. Tighter than your friends too, but then she’s had more dick than you.” He yanks my hair but the pain only helps my arousal. I gasp. He takes my school shirt in both hands and rips it open sending buttons scatterIn everywhere.  I expect him to fondle my breasts, instead, he slaps them. Hard. His fingertips catching the very tip of the nipples. Again the pain causes accuse pleasure.  I gasp and I feel myself getting close. He takes my shirt off and smells it. “Mmmm. I guess you’ve had sports today? Right before my lesson. You’re sweaty. I like a girls sweat.” I manage a reply, althoughim so close to coming. “Yes, Sir. I’m not and sweaty....I’m your hot sweaty bitch.” He speeds up. “Yes? Tell me what else you are.” I know he wants to hear the words from me as he fucks me on his desk. “I’m your hot sweaty bitch....I’m your slut.....I’m your....(I take a deep breath. I’ve never said this word to anyone other than myself) I....I’m your dirty cunt.” I feel him pulse into me and this is where i cum in real life.  There are several variations on this. I used the “being fucked by the teacher” fantasy for a long time, and I still use it sometimes. Sometimes, I’m watching him fuck my friend from school. And I had a bit of a reputation, but I never believed it was true. Even so, imagining watching her spread over his desk was fun....sometimes, I fantasise about us both with him. I had no idea if I was bi back then, but in my fantasy, Andi would kiss me and touch my breasts whil the teacher fucked me, and I’d do the same to her. I never thought about going down on her, not back then anyway. Now, though, even thathas crept into this fantasy.  Which brings me to a confession of sorts. In the last week, I’ve been masturbating a lot....a hell of a lot. And my fantasies have been....unusual. I told you about a chance encounter with Alex’s panties, but I’ve been masturbating to the thought of her peeing on me through her panties. Not squirting....peeing. It somehow really turns me on and makes me cum so fast!  I think I’d hate it for real, and anyway, you can’t ask for something like that. “Hey Alex....come pee on me!” How to end a friendship in one easy sentence.  Yes, Alex and I have goofed around a little but nothing beyond mutual masturbation, or watching each other masturbate. She’s still in her room, and she doesn’t share my bed.  In all honesty, I hope before she goes back to England, I get a chance to have an evening of total fuck fest with her.