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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!