The Queen of the Institute: Part 3

But as my mind relaxed into this state of contentment, a small part of me a very small part of me began to wonder why this all felt so strange... but that part quickly faded away, absorbed by my big moment.

I licked my lips, savoring the last scraps of food on the floor. My body was shaking with excitement. I had never felt anything so freeing, so right. It was as if I had finally found a part of me that had always been hidden, waiting to come to light.

But when I looked up, I realized I was alone, my friends were gone. For a moment, the enthusiasm on my face wavered. Why did they leave? Did they feel bad about what I said? But the question quickly faded. It didn't matter. Surely they had returned to class, to their orderly, predictable world. I, on the other hand, no longer fit in.

I stood up and noticed the mess on my clothes. My skirt was dirty, my hands sticky. I ran my fingers through my hair and felt how the blonde locks, normally soft and well groomed, were now tangled and full of food debris and dirt. I discreetly sniffed myself and noticed the musty smell emanating from me. It was disgusting, but also... arousing. Yes, the smell disgusted me, but at the same time it made me feel alive, like I was breaking all the rules I had always been told I had to follow. And I liked that.

I thought about going to the bathroom to clean myself up a bit, even though deep down I knew I didn't want to. Not at all.

As I walked down the hallway to the bathroom and played with my nipples, I noticed that there was no one around. The silence was almost eerie. I looked into the classrooms and saw all the students sitting at their desks, focused on their classes. It seemed as if the world was going on as normal, as if nothing had happened. But I knew that something had changed in me. I was no longer the same Valeria as before.

The bathroom was empty when I entered. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. My reflection was a mess: my hair disheveled, my face smudged, my uniform dirty. But something about that image struck me as... exciting. It was as if I was finally seeing the real me, without masks, without pretense.

But then I saw the sink, someone had cleaned it, the stain I had left with my previous “act” was gone.

I felt a pang of anger, why had they cleaned it? It was as if they wanted to erase what I had done, as if it had never existed. That bothered me more than I could explain. It was my mark, my imprint, and someone had removed it as if it meant nothing.

I looked in the mirror again and noticed my dirty uniform, my unkempt hair, my blotchy skin. And then, a thought crossed my mind.

Why wear clothes?

The thought sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. Yes... why should I keep wearing them? I didn't need it. There was no point in continuing to hide behind fabrics and social conventions, I wanted to feel free, completely free.

Almost without thinking, I began to undress. First the blouse, then the skirt. My skin bristled in the cold air of the bathroom making my nipples hard as rocks, but far from feeling embarrassed, a strange sense of liberation came over me. It was as if I was taking off a layer of falsehood that I had been wearing all my life.

When I was completely naked, I looked at my reflection again. I spread my legs apart, put my hands on my hips and let out a laugh. I looked perfect.

Then, I looked down and saw my underwear on the floor and another thought crossed my mind.

I picked them up and looked at them for a moment. An impulse ran through me from head to toe. And without a second thought, I brought the garment close to my face and inhaled deeply.

The urine and poop scent of my panties enveloped me, sending a shiver down my spine. I couldn't help it. It felt so good, so natural even my pussy got wet. It was as if I was finally embracing a part of me that had always been repressed.

But in the midst of my euphoria, something changed for an instant, my reflection in the mirror seemed to move differently than me, it was only for a second, but my laughter was cut off. A shiver ran through me and something inside me, a voice far away, screamed that something was wrong.

But then the thought disappeared, buried under the surge of pleasure and excitement, I looked in the mirror and as I saw myself smelling my panties a thought went through my head.

“What if I go to the men's room?”

It wasn't an idea I'd ever had before, but now, in this state of euphoria and disinhibition, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. After all, she'd already broken so many rules today.... what was one more? Besides, the ladies' room seemed too boring to me, too common. I was not common. I was Valeria Montiel, the queen of the school, and if I wanted to go to the men's room, I would.

With a mischievous smile I head for the door, but then, I look down at the fact that I have my panties in my hand and another thought popped up. “What if I put it on my head?”. The idea made me laugh. It was ridiculous, but also funny. Without hesitation, I placed the wedgie on my head, as if it were some sort of absurd crown. I looked at myself in the mirror and burst out laughing. I looked ridiculous, but also... powerful. Like I was defying the whole world with my insanity.

I walked out of the girls' bathroom with my panties still on my head, feeling the air rush over my naked body. I didn't care if anyone saw me. In fact, I almost wished it. For everyone to see that I had no limits, that I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.

I walked down the hallway with my head held high, feeling how the panties on my head gave me a sense of freedom I had never experienced before. I didn't care about looks of surprise or disapproval. I was Valeria Montiel, and no one could stop me.

When I reached the men's room door, I stopped for a moment. I listened from outside and there was no sound. It was empty. Perfect. I pushed the door confidently and walked in.

The men's room smelled different. It wasn't unpleasant, just... different. I was intrigued. I walked toward the urinals, looking at them curiously. I had never been in a men's room before, and it all seemed strange and exciting at the same time. I approached one of them and leaned in a little, as if inspecting something fascinating.

“What if I lick it?”, I thought. The idea made me laugh - why not, I'd already done much crazier things today. Without a second thought, I get on all fours, placing myself in front of the urinal and start licking it, the smell and taste of urine was very strong but I didn't care, I kept licking it like it was the most delicious ice cream in the world.

It was then when I heard the door open.

I turned quickly, still with my tongue hanging out and my panties on my head, and saw Daniel standing in the doorway, with his backpack and his eyes so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. He stood completely still, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

---What are you doing here? ---I asked, with a smirk, not bothering to cover myself.

Daniel stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

---I... I just came to... ---he stammered, as his face turned as red as a tomato.

I laughed, enjoying his discomfort.

---Relax, Daniel. It's no big deal. I'm just exploring, you know? Life's too short to follow the rules all the time.

He didn't know what to say. He just stood there, paralyzed, while I calmly got up and as I did I noticed that his dick was getting hard probably because of seeing my naked body and a thought went through my head.

---Well, since you're here, how about helping me? ---I said, approaching him with a mischievous smile.

Daniel stepped back, clearly uncomfortable, but I gave him ****. With a mischievous grin, I moved closer, feeling his gaze drift to my naked body. I couldn't help it. I was irresistible, and he knew it.

---Don't worry, Daniel,” I said in a soft, almost whispering voice. I don't bite... much.

He tried to take another step back, but stumbled against the wall. He had nowhere to run. I moved even closer, until our faces were only inches apart. I could feel his breathing hitching, his fear... and something else. Something that excited me.

---What... what do you want? ---He stammered, unable to keep his gaze on my eyes.

I smiled, enjoying her discomfort.

---I just want to play a little, Daniel. Wouldn't you like to play with me?

Before he could answer, I lowered my hand and slid it gently over his pants, feeling his member harden even more under my touch. He held his breath, but made no move to stop me. I knew he couldn't. I was in control.

---See, it's not so bad, is it? ---I said, as I began to unbutton his pants with slow, deliberate movements.

Daniel didn't say anything. He just stood there, paralyzed, as I continued. When his pants fell to the floor, I knelt down in front of him, looking him straight in the eyes with a smirk.

---Relax, Daniel. This is going to be fun.

Without giving him time to react, I leaned forward and took his member in my mouth. He let out a choked moan, but didn't try to stop me. I knew he wouldn't. He was too weak, too submissive. And I... I was the queen.

I continued to move my mouth over him, feeling his body tremble under my control. It was a powerful feeling, knowing I had someone completely at my mercy. And best of all, I was enjoying it. Every moan, every shudder, every gasp... it was all for me.

---Valeria... ---he murmured, almost as a plea.

But I had no intention of stopping. This was my moment, my game. And no one, not even Daniel, could take it away from me.

So, in an act of total uninhibition, I decided to take things a step further. As I continued with my mouth, I stopped for a moment and, with a wicked grin, spat directly onto his member. The saliva landed on him, and Daniel made a sound somewhere between surprised and embarrassed. But he didn't move. He couldn't. I was in total control.

---Do you like it? ---I asked with a mocking laugh, as I took his member in my mouth again, this time with more ****, savoring the humiliation I was causing him.

He didn't respond, but his body trembled even more, and that was enough for me. I continued, enjoying every second of his discomfort and my own power over him and for more pleasure I started to fart several times which were very loud exciting me more.

When I finally let him climax, his cum was all in my mouth, and as if I was drinking water I swallowed all that cum making me feel very excited to swallow the cum of a loser, I pulled away with a satisfied smile, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. He slumped against the wall, panting, completely overwhelmed.

---That was... that was... ---He tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out.

---It was amazing, wasn't it? ---I said, standing up and adjusting the panties I still wore on my head.

He nodded weakly, still too stunned to speak. I laughed, enjoying his confusion and embarrassment. This was the power I had over others, and I loved it.

---Now, go,” I said, pointing to the door. And tell everyone that Valeria is the best cock sucker in the whole school.

He nodded again, picked up his pants and ran out of the bathroom, leaving me alone with my victory.

As I scratched my butt I noticed Daniel's backpack on the floor. With a curious smile, I walked over and opened it, snooping through his things. Among books and notebooks, I found a magazine. I took it out and opened it, and my smile widened as I saw that it was a perverted magazine, full of explicit images.

---What do we have here? ---I said quietly, flipping through the pages with interest. Daniel, Daniel... I always knew you were a pervert.

And as I read it a feeling of envy came over me as I saw those women with those dildos, vibrators and anal plugs in their vaginas and asses, something I also deserved and the more I saw it my hand started to go down to touch my vagina starting to masturbate myself, while something inside me screamed for me to stop realizing I was in the men's room, but that thought vanished instantly as I played with myself.

As I flipped through the magazine I found in Daniel's backpack, a surge of excitement coursed through my body. The images of women with sex toys, dildos and anal plugs mesmerized me. My fingers began to move almost by instinct, I felt how my vagina was already wet, ready for more attention.

With one hand, I pinched my nipples hard, feeling them harden under my fingers. The sensation was electric, and each pinch sent waves of pleasure straight to my core. With my other hand, I continued to explore my clit, moving in quick, precise circles. My breathing quickened, and a moan escaped my lips.

But it wasn't enough. I wanted more. I needed more.

My eyes fell on Daniel's backpack, and a naughty thought crossed my mind. What else would be in there? With a mischievous grin, I approached the backpack and began rummaging through his things. Among the books and notebooks, I found a pencil, a half-empty water bottle, and a pair of socks. But what caught my attention most was a small plastic tube, probably part of some toy or tool Daniel used for his classes. It didn't matter what exactly it was; at that moment, it became my new toy.

I picked up the plastic tube and examined it curiously. It was thin but firm, perfect for what I had in mind. Without a second thought, I slid it inside me, feeling it fit perfectly into my vagina. A moan escaped my throat as I began to move it in and out, feeling each movement bring me closer to the edge.

With my other hand, I continued to pinch my nipples, alternating between gentle caresses and harder pinches. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and my body began to tremble under the intensity of pleasure. My legs opened wider, allowing the plastic tube to penetrate deeper. Each thrust was more intense than the last, and soon I found myself on the verge of orgasm.

But I didn't want to come so fast. I wanted to prolong this moment, to enjoy every second of this madness. So I stopped for a moment, pulling out the plastic tube and setting it aside. My fingers returned to my clit, massaging it with an intensity that made me arch my back. My moans grew louder, and my breathing became ragged.

Then, another thought crossed my mind. What if I used the water bottle? I grabbed it with one hand and opened it, letting some of the cool liquid drip onto my crotch. The sensation was electrifying, and a shiver ran through my body. With a wicked grin, I pushed the bottle inside me, feeling the cold plastic tighten against my inner walls. I moved the bottle in and out, feeling the water inside stir with each movement.

My moans became louder, and my body began to shake uncontrollably. I was so close, so close to orgasm. My fingers kept playing with my nipples, pinching and pulling them hard. The combination of sensations was too much, and finally, I couldn't hold back any longer.

The first orgasm hit me like a wave, shaking my whole body. My muscles contracted around the bottle, and a scream escaped my lips. But I didn't stop. I wanted more. I needed more.

I continued to move the bottle inside me, feeling the second orgasm rapidly approaching. My fingers moved frantically over my clit, and my nipples were sensitive to the slightest touch. The second orgasm was even more intense than the first, and my body arched in a perfect curve as waves of pleasure rocked me.

But I wasn't finished yet. I wanted to reach the final climax, the orgasm that would leave me completely exhausted. With one last effort, I concentrated on moving the bottle faster, deeper inside me. My moans turned to screams, and my body shook violently as the last orgasm hit me with full ****.

At that moment, something inside me broke. A gush of hot liquid gushed out of me, soaking the bathroom floor. I had peed myself, but at that moment, I didn't care. The sensation was too intense, too pleasurable to worry about something so trivial.

I dropped to the floor, gasping and trembling, as the last of the spasms coursed through my body. My nipples were still sensitive, and my vagina throbbed with echoes of the pleasure I had just experienced. I leaned back against the wall, feeling the cold sweat run down my skin.

With a satisfied smile, I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was tousled, my face flushed, and my body covered in sweat and other fluids. But in that moment, I felt more alive than ever. I had broken all the rules, explored every corner of my desire, and I didn't want to stop.