The Vice Principal - Sex Stories

The Vice Principal

It was english class, the third period on Monday morning. We were studying grammar, the difference between "there" and "their", and other boring and pedantic things. Year 11 had started off well, but by half way through the term I was getting bored and struggling to pay attention. Being 16, I couldn't really see the point of going to school - it was boring, there were lots of rules, and the days seemed to stretch out endlessly. It was the middle of winter, which only seemed to add to the feeling of claustrophobia that I was developing. English was not the worst class, however, because I had a crush on the teacher, Ms Antonidis. She was white, in her mid thirties, with her hair in a short bob. She wore slim fitting black jeans most of the time, and was pretty. She was a friendly teacher who was able to joke with the students, which was a refreshing change. This crush had developed over the semester, initially I had not really noticed her in that way. But gradually, week by week, I had become more and more interested in her, until now I lusted for her. English class was a mixture of day dreaming, staring out the window, and gazing at Ms Antonidis as she walked up and down the front of the class, explaining this or that. The back pockets of her black jeans clung to her small but nicely shaped ass, an ass which I had fantasized about many times. She would smile radiantly, confidently, it would send a shiver up down my spine. I always imagined that she would one day keep me ...

... back after class, close the door, and then tell me that she new all of my dirty thoughts about her, and we would end up having wild sex on the classroom carpet. Of course this never happened, and I had to be content with my imagination. Sitting in the class, watching and listening to Ms Antonidis, fanatasizing about after class, I would start to get aroused. First I could feel my heart beating faster, then a deep clenching in my groin, followed by a clenching in my throat. Slowly my cock would start to grow, and feelings of pleasure would start to wash over me, even though I was not even stroking myself. At the start of semester, this would have been agony - being so horny, but being in the class and not being able to do anything about it. Of course, what I wanted to do was to wait until I was excruciatingly horny, and then lean back and slowly unzip my tented pants, and extract my stiff cock and swollen balls. Then I would reach down and stroke my beautiful cock, all the while thinking about pulling Ms Antonidis jeans off and slowly sliding into her. The way I imaginined it, I would be so horny and tense that that one slow slide into her sweet wet sex would take me to the edge and once my balls touched her arse I would start pumping uncontrollably. However, the agony of being so horny in class had been reduced because I had recently started to do something new at school, and that was to leave the class and go and jerk off in the toilets. I thought it was kind of weird, but it ...