Jodi's Body

"I tell you, Ed. Summertime must be my favorite season." Walter made the bold statement standing at the next urinal to my right. I can't believe he would strike up a conversation with me in the teacher's restroom. "I'm sure you've noticed it, too." He continues oblivious to any kind of discomfort I might be showing. "Skirt lines shortened and shirt buttons opened. Mm, just before we break for the holidays. Being amongst those sexy girls drives just about any man wild, am I right?" 

"I-I know what you're getting at Walter, but..." I stammer trying to change the subject, I'm frozen in embarrassment at the urinal. 

"I'll let you in on a little secret." Oh no, there's more. "It's between me, our Spanish teacher Macintosh, and a few members of the science faculty. Our group has this game going on, where we each take bets on who we think is banging the most guys. It's a five-dollar entry with a jackpot of fifty dollars if you're interested. Then we wait and when gossip breaks on social media we record the name and make a tally. Whoever bets on the biggest slut of the school year wins the jackpot. 

"You're disgusting, Walter." I just want him to leave me alone. 

"I know, I know." He sniggers. "I've never won the jackpot, but this year I've got my money on a sure winner. It's one of the cheerleaders, Jodi Simons. Say, you know her, don't you? She's in one of your history classes? I've seen her around the school in her gang of third graders. Bunch of hormone-driven eighteen-year-olds, you can tell sex is all they're thinking about. They're certainly not focused on studying, that's for damn sure. Look, Ed, summer is coming and that's when everyone's private nighttime activities kick into overdrive." Walter laughed out loud in response to his dirty proclamation. "Let me tell you something, I  hope Jodi turns out to be sleeping around, even better if she's cheating behind her friend's back. That way when the friend finds out they get so mad everyone on Facebook hears about it, including us. That's what happened last year to Macintosh's girl, Olivia Anderson." 

I jump at the mention of that name. 

Walter's curiosity is triggered by my sudden reaction and leans toward me. "You know her?"  

"Umm, no not really. she's my neighbor, that's all. " 

"I see. Well, you must know what happened to her last year." 

I acted clueless. "Not much, all I know was that she spent some time in the hospital before moving to a different school. Remind me again what happened." 

"The story goes Chelsea Waters received an anonymous tip her boyfriend was cheating with Olivia. Well, he was eventually found with his head up Olivia's skirt while he was fingering her in the back of a car." Oh my God. I look at the man before me wide-eyed. "I heard they made a real mess of the upholstery." He makes an in-and-out motion with his hand to make his innuendo crystal clear, hooking his fingers up to the ceiling and licking his lips. I never want to shake that man's hands again.

"Of course, if I'd been the one fucking her, I would have done it like this." He gyrates his hips and aggressively holds onto an invisible body, simulating penetration. 

"Ah, Jodi, Oliva, and the rest of them. Just thinking about all that delicious pussy gets me incredibly horny, you know what I mean." I am in a state of shock at what I'm hearing and can only faintly nod. "I'm so jealous, the jocks at this school have it so good. It's like an open all-you-can-eat buffet with those girls." Then something snaps Walter out of his daydream, a sudden realization, he stops and cocking his head straight at me. "Shit, Ed. I'm sorry. Here's me yapping on and you're trying to pee." 

I couldn't reply to him. All I could do was smile weakly and press myself further into the urinal to shield my dignity. 

"Ah man, I know what you're going through. Got a cousin with a similar condition." 

"Condition?" I don't want to hear where this is leading, but the remark caught me off guard.

"Of course, Ed. You can't take a leak with someone else watching you, can you? It's a psychological thing, am I right?" 

"Oh, you got it, Walter." I lied--anything to shut this creep up. 

"Say no more. I'll wash my hands and be out of here in no time." He passes me on his way to the sinks, and as Walter does he raises a hand to the sky wanting a high-touch. What the hell did he do that for? I remember what he does with those hands and try to decline his offer, motioning that I'm still taking a piss. Instead, brings his hand down and slaps it on my tensed butt cheeks. After washing his hands for what seems like an eternity he exits the restroom, but not before reminding me of the bet. "Remember Ed, five dollars in. Fifty dollars jackpot! Just tell me who you think is the biggest slut in the school, then we'll wait to see if your guess is correct. If you're interested you've got until the holidays to make your choice. That's about the time Facebook lights up with all the juicy gossip. Well, see you around." I hear his attention turn to a student he bumps into out in the hallway and then silence, I am left alone. 

The first thing that comes to mind is why on earth the school's moral education teacher has such a filthy mind. Who in hell is keeping Walter employed here? I wonder if the principal knows what he talks about in private. He should be fired on the spot. But I shake my head, I envy him. He makes it seem so easy, describing all those filthy desires to me, not giving a fuck what anyone thinks of him. I was so embarrassed I couldn't even tell him to shut up. Does he have any inkling that I have even less moral integrity? It's nothing to boast about, I hate myself for not being stronger. The truth is I was pressing myself against the urinal to hide myself from Walter. Unbeknownst to him, he had walked in on me jerking my cock during recess. I call it my little "self-care session," which I confess I've done almost daily for a while now. I can't help myself. Sometimes during morning classes, the urge takes over me. I may happen to notice the provocative way a student sits or glance at the shape of breasts through a student's uniform by accident. It's shameful, I know, but their eighteen-year-old bodies never fail to trigger my arousal. If I get control over my embarrassing situation quickly my erection grows and remains that way for the rest of the morning. I'm so ashamed to say my cock takes on a life of its own if I can't release my sexual frustration, hard, swollen, and painful. It demands my attention so I do the only thing I can think of, flee to the restroom. Is it my fault for admiring the beauty of youth around me?

Today, by concentrating on my work, I managed to control myself before the second period ended. However, I still needed to pee, and I found myself standing at the urinal yet again. Almost unconsciously as I handle my free cock my mind naturally wanders. I honestly don't know how it happened, however, by standing alone somehow sensations were triggered down there. Amongst the flaccid tissue gripped by my thumb and fingers, my lust stirred. I wanted to put a stop to it immediately but my mind became fuzzy, and my fingers instinctually began to roam the length of my cock. Beautiful girls with perfectly rounded breasts and hardened nipples just waiting for someone to dig into them flashed before me. No, I didn't want to be turned on, but my subconscious was too powerful to resist. From the tip of my cock, my hand without my knowledge inched its way down the shaft and came to the base, then returned. Next, the image of a pussy wet from being stimulated invited me into its warmth and made my cock pulse. At this point, I promised myself I could only make the lightest of touches and then I would return to my class. However, the enticed blood from my body flooded my cock causing it to grow and stiffen further. I was capitulated by the pleasure pooling in my body so much I couldn't stop. But that's exactly when Walter interrupted my masturbation and I froze in place until the idiot left. 

Jodi Simons. I wasn't thinking of anyone in particular before Walter mentioned her name, but somehow, he focused my sexual energy on her. He chose a great candidate for his sick game with Macintosh, he just didn't know how suitable she was. I remember she and Martin Smith spent most of my classes together at the back of the room. When the couple sit close together like that, one could easily imagine the sort of sordid acts they might perform on each other when no one is looking. I'm not a person who would spy on anyone, however, in my arousal at the urinal, I can't stop myself from imagining the couple pleasuring each other's bodies. With my excellent observation skills, I quickly detect movement under their table. Did I just catch a glimpse of her hand slipping into his trousers? I pretend not to notice the slow up-and-down strokes she makes, but, I'm mesmerized by their audacity. 

"Fuck, girl," I gasp as I hear Martin's voice over the noise of the room. 

"What's the matter, Mr. Fergason?" A student asks me, startled by my sudden outburst.

I'm quick to repose myself and manage to rely with a smile. "Oh nothing, Alison. Please get back to your work." 

The bulge in his trousers grows at an alarming rate forming an obvious tent shape, something I can't help but be in awe of. Her hand dances across the size of his erection with all the grace of a ballerina, and in response to the attention Martin receives, he rips Jodi's shirt wide open, exposing her breasts. He then wastes no time in teasing her breasts, licking her nipples, making her cry out in pleasure. Is no one else in the class aware of their degradation? Their classmates act like nothing is happening. I'm shocked to find myself growing harder the more I fixate on the pair, who wouldn't? Now the pair press their bodies together, Martin forcing his tongue to roam freely over Jodi's breasts. He devours her with kisses, making loud slurping noises. I don't know who is dirtier, them for performing this lewd act in my class, or me for not preventing them. I feel like a pervert, I feel more naked than they are. The young couple display their bodies to the world without shame and move with a passion I could only dream of. Jodi continues touching Martin until he buckles from her skillful hand job. She smiles with wicked pleasure as she pulls the cum out of him. I guess it pleases her to have this control over a man. Now in the restroom, I've relented the will to pry myself away from Jodi and Martin, and so my mind obsesses over their beauty, and their freedom of sexual expression. I can't restrain myself from imagining what her hand feels like while my own mimics her touch on my cock. The skin under my cock head is where I'm most sensitive, therefore in my fantasy, that's where she starts. I watch helplessly as Jodi enjoys unzipping Martin's trousers releasing his cock to the room. Still, no one looks up from their studies. The table between me and them vanishes giving me an unobstructed view of his magnificent cock. It twitches and pulsates with fury, searching for a willing recipient to take another salty load. Jodi obliges with her soft hands again, taking her time to feel each bump and vein, up and down. With another seductive smile she scratches her fingernails along its underbelly to his balls, and without warning aggressively grabs them. I'm humiliated as all I can do is watch them and touch myself.

"Are we turning you on, Mr. Ferguson?" She asks from across the classroom, her body throbbing with pleasure. 

"You're just a fucking pervert," Martin mocks me. "You're not man enough for Jodi, so I'll fuck her." 

"Yes, babe. Your cock is massive, I want to feel it inside me. Mr. Ferguson couldn't pleasure anyone with his micro-cock." I am incensed by their insults and make a protest at their activity. 

"Hey, please stop what you are doing, right now. You can't do that in my classroom." 

But, the couple ignore my pleas and sink their tongues into each other's mouths. Immediately following this I hear gasps from the other students in the room. They are finally looking up from their textbooks, but not to the back of the room, towards the couple. They instead stare at me, my mid-section and I hear a whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. "Mr. Ferguson's got a boner!" I'm left humiliated as a new fantasy starts. Now they both have shed their clothes and entwined their naked bodies together at the back of the classroom. Jodi positions herself away from me with her ass in the air in a vulgar manner, I have a clear view of her pussy dripping with readiness. She plays with Martin's testicles when her head tilts and she parts her full lips. Her open mouth hovers momentarily over the tip of Martin's cock then descends upon it. 

Martin reaches around to her buttocks, cupping them and slapping them with the palms of his hands. Jodi makes a noise of her enjoyment of this, but it's hard to tell with a cock in her mouth. With her encouragement he squeezes firmly, relishing the curvature of her ass. She, in turn, arches her back to give him greater access and buries her free hand in his plentiful blonde hair. 

Martin looks straight at me, the first time he has done it and says, "I saw you staring at us in the classroom yesterday, you're a filthy voyeur. Go on, play with your cock some more Mr. Ferguson. It's the only thing you're allowed to touch." Martin leans back in his chair causing his cock to point upward. I get an eye full of that monster, the head of his cock was seductively dark, and the shaft just the thickness as a tree trunk. Without warning Martin grabs the back of Jodi's head, and in one motion forces her down to the base of his cock. She makes a loud gagging sound but manages to take him repeatedly. Her body quivers with raw sexual energy. Back in the restroom I am lost in my imagination, my hand moves furiously by itself gripping my cock tighter, up and down. My pre-cum dribbles out into my palm adding more lubrication to my strokes. I feel the whole of my cock stands to agonizing attention. Without any conscious thought my pace increases to match the speed of Jodi's blowjob. 

The dirty fantasy morphs again, and now Jodi is on all fours, legs spread apart, on her desk. She faces me directly and belittles me some more. "Haha, you? You're such a loser. Why would I want to fuck you, Mr. Ferguson? What I want in me is a real man!" To my horror, her words evoke another person to appear and he moves hungrily towards the couple. It is Walter and he is naked, too. As he approaches, Jodi lifts her pussy rubbing herself in anticipation of his hard cock. She craves him inside of her body and can't wait a second longer.

"What are you doing? Get away from Jodi!" I cry out. 

He shrugs back at me. "Like I told you back in the restroom, Ed, an all-you-can-eat buffet!" With a shaky hand, she guides his hungry erection to her opening and Walter inserts himself into Jodi, doggy style. "Oh yes, I said I'd give it to her like this. She's got one hell of a slick pussy, Ed. Just how I like it." The sight of their bodies aligning perfectly in the same manner he gestured disgusts me. However, I can't turn away, nor can I end my masturbation, I am no longer in control of my body. 

With Walter fucking Jodi at her rear Martin plugs her throat again with his ginormous cock, and the two men move in tandem at each end of her. I'm so caught up in my daydream I say Jodi's name out loud. Shit! What if another teacher walked in and saw me now, with my trousers down and hands on my cock. My career would be over. But I'm so close to ejaculating that I've lost all sense of reason, a man filled with nothing but a desire for increased pleasure. They fuck. Walter rams his cock into Jodi like a steam piston making her moan, while I watch in disgusted fascination at her double penetration. He bends down over her and runs his tongue up the center of her back, savoring her taste. Soon the sounds she makes with each thrust turn animalistic, she purrs and squeals, encouraging him on. I jerk my cock harder, grossed out but at the same time aroused, my lubricated hand being the only substitute I can use for her wet pussy.  

The school bell sounds distant in the hallway, calling back to the real world. Damn, not now. I have to be in class soon, but I can't stop, I'm too far gone. 

Now I envision Jodi on top of me. She begins by teasing the tip of my cock with the opening of her pussy. It is hot and soaking so my cock slides in with ease as she sits down on me. First, the tip, and then more of my shaft is engulfed by her fire, inch by inch. She becomes more than a woman, a goddess, with perfect silky skin and glowing blond hair. Her breasts enlarge to balloons and they bounce in front of my face threatening to suffocate me. I try to suck on them but she slaps me away. The sounds she makes echo in my mind, it is all I can think of. Soon the classroom and everyone in it melt away until it's just the two of us inside a dark space. Nothing around us is visible except a light from above shining down upon her. She is magnificent, but I am cast into her shadow. She locks her strong thighs around my waist and grinds furiously on my cock. Our bodies move together faster and faster, slapping against each other with loud, wet smacks. When Jodi presses down on my body her pussy loosens pulling more of me inside, then it grips my cock with excruciating tightness as she lifts. The pleasure is almost unbearable for me and it sends me beyond ecstasy. 

"Jodi. I..I can't breathe." I barely manage to say.

"Shut up! You're not worth fucking, Ed. I'm just not satisfied by those two proper men. I hope you like getting sloppy seconds." True to her word, the cum from Walter runs out of her pussy staining me, but I remain locked under her thighs. She howls in between moans and wipes off the remaining cum from Martin around her mouth and smears it over my chest. Back in the real world my cock stiffens to new levels of pleasure in my hand seemingly by itself, a telltale sign I am ready to explode. 

I struggle to break free from her but Jodi has pinned me underneath her with her strong thighs. Jodi's ass slaps against me as she lowers her head to my ear letting loose guttural masons with thrusts of her hips. She whispers into my ear. "Now, you are ready for my judgment, you pathetic man. While you worship me, you will never be content with another woman."

"Jodi?" 

"I only wear Jodi's skin, I am much more than that bitch. I am your depravity, your shame and I claim you every time you touch yourself, like you are doing now. I am here to condemn you for the rest of your life. You cannot escape me." 

"I haven't done anything wrong. I'm just a history teacher."

"Oh? How easy it is to hide from the truth, but not from me. So be it, I will remind you of what you have forgotten. What you did to Olivia."

The figure of my neighbor's daughter materializes to the right of Jodi, Martin comes into view from the left. I recoil in blind panic at seeing her, I want to close my eyes and shield myself from this sight but she has my arms pinned. 

"So you don't remember how you became addicted to me?" Olivia looks down upon me. I want to shrivel up and die. "Your bedroom was adjacent to mine. You could hear me from your window. What did you do once you found out I was pleasuring myself? You listened from your window to me day after day."

"I knew you were a Fucking pervert," Martin says as Jodi continues to moan as she grinds on my cock.

"It wasn't enough for you, was it Mr. Ferguson? You fantasized about being the person I fucked every night. over time you convinced yourself I was pleasuring myself for you. But then Jason, Chelsea's boyfriend came into my life. You'd watch in silence from your window as I jumped in his car, not returning until after midnight. Then one day he snuck into my house while my parents were out and we had sex. You were devastated you were not the one I fell in love with. I fucked Jason again and again until your jealousy erupted."