The day continues

Originally written by ThatFutaGuy

You wipe across the back of your hand across your forehead as you watch the Girl’s class doing their laps around the gym. You’d worked up quite a sweat teaching the two gendered classes and now you could sit back and watch all of these pretty girls in tight gym clothes getting all hot and sweaty. It was heaven on earth and being a female gym teacher had its perks. During Yoga you could freely examine the girls from every angle, using your hands to help them get into the right positions without anyone batting an eyelash. If you were John right now you’d be reprimanded and labeled a pervert for watching all of these jiggling breasts and toned asses.. Speaking of which, where was John?

You figured he should have been in the boys class but you didn’t see him amongst the students you taught. Taking a look to the far side of the room where Mr. Johnson was teaching the boys, he was nowhere to be found. However seeing all of those sweaty boys over there makes you forget about John as you're more concerned with what you want to do with all of them. You feel a warmth growing down below as you imagine, walking into the boys locker room naked asking these hormone fueled studs if they wanted a piece of you…. Wouldn’t that be something?

Your thoughts do however drift back to John. You figure he must have skipped class which is not something you usually do, so something must be bothering John and you’ll get to the bottom of it when you can. Before you can muse anymore about it a voice snaps you from your thoughts.

It was Grace Williams, the school's resident Libero star. She was fairly short, even shorter than Ms. Dawson was. Graces was a bombshell, delicious caramel skin with a perky bite sized breasts and a small tight butt. You’d been paying special attention to this tanned snack for most of class, she had everyone’s eye maybe even more than you. She was set to take the Volleyball team to nationals under your guidance. “Hey, Ms. Dawson, is Practice still on for this weekend?” She asked.

Searching through, Ms. Dawson memories you answer in kind, “Of course, same time as always. How are you doing today Grace?”

“I’m fine, just a little tired from the ringer you just put us through but it’s nothing I can’t handle of course.”

“I expect nothing less from our little star, get that cute butt back over there and make us proud Grace.”

Grace nods and heads back over to the rest of the girls to continue exercising not noticing your small comment about her appearance. As she walks away, you mull over the idea of potential getting inside Grace next.

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It was now lunch time as the bell rang to signify the end of gym class. You entered the teacher’s lounge to find your fellow faculty all seated at tables, eating and talking amongst themselves. A few of them waved and said hello and you replied back as you went for the fridge to retrieve your lunch for that day: A few Chicken Sandwiches. You place the sandwiches into the nearby Microwave to get them heated up and take them out after a minute. Turning around to face the rows of tables, you aren’t quite sure who to sit with and decide to sit alone. Your solo meal is quick to be interrupted by the arrival of another female teacher taking a seat in front of you, the usually stern Katherine Marshal. “Hola, Charlotte. You seem to be in a good mood today.” She said in her tantalizing Latina accent, that was like an orgasm in your ears. “So do you.” You say as you take a drink from your water bottle, eyes looking directly at the big pair of latina knockers in front of you. One of the perks of being a woman was nobody ever thought you were staring at their chest. Ms. Marshal was one of the more strict teacher’s you’ve had but she was never really mean to anyone. While you hated Math, you enjoyed the class because of her alluring voice and the fact she had the typical Latina body type: short with big tits and an absolute dump truck ass.

“Today’s just been a good day, finally finished grading those tests. You know what that means?”

“Some good old fashioned you time?”

“That’s right. Just get to kick back and relax, maybe play with something from that “shop”, I told you to go to.”

“Oh? Care to elaborate?”

“No, no Mamacita. Not here at least.” She laughed a little. “Did you end up picking up anything for yourself? Or did you wuss out like a Pollo Pequeño?” You cleared your throat slightly and began to speak as if you were ashamed of your actions, you needed to keep up the facade after all, at least for now. “Well… um…”

“Come on spit out girl, give me the deets.” She prodded.

“I did go.”

“And? Did you pick something up?”

“That’s a secret.” You say twiddling your thumbs.

“Oh come on, Charlotte. I know you didn’t go. Stop pulling my leg.”

“No I did go. You know the cashier that works there? The goth one? Stephanie?” You quickly say to validate your story.

“Ah alright. I believe you then. She’s a feisty one isn’t she.”

“Oh you have no idea.” You say facetiously.

You spend the rest of your lunch talking at length with Ms. Marshal about a variety of topics before excusing yourself to leave. You wanted to see if you could catch John before class starts so you start roaming the halls which are kind of empty at this time a day. You manage to spot him by his locker and he sees you, turning around in response and going a different way.

It hits you that this might be about the picture you sent, without yourself in control of your body; there’s no telling how you reacted to it. This wasn’t a problem however, you were his teacher and there was no way he could ignore you. “Where do you think your going Mr. Doe.” You call out in a slightly assertive tone. “We need to talk.” John stops in his tracks and you begin to approach him, looking as stern as possible.

“Ms. Dawson? Is there something wrong?” You are slightly taken aback hearing your voice from a third party, it’s a little grating to hear but you carry on with the excuse you came up with to be talking to yourself. “Skipping class are we? I didn’t see you in gym today. Care to explain?”

“I was late getting to school. I wasn’t feeling too well so I came in a little late..” John tried to explain but you knew yourself enough to know that you were lying.

“You’ll need to come up with a better excuse than that,John. I let you off the hook this time but you better not try something like it again.”

“Y-yes, of course.” He looks away, still obviously being bothered about something. You're quick to change gears from angry teacher to concerned woman.

“Why won’t you look at me? Is this about that picture, I sent you last night?”

“Not so loud!” He whispered, grabbing your arm and pulling you into a corner. “Why would you send me something like that! We both could get in trouble.”

“I know and I’m sorry, it was meant to be a private photo.”

“Private? But you sent it in a text to my number… how is that keeping it yourself!?”

“I’ve been a very bad girl and I’m really sorry.” You’re voice dropped to an even sadder tone. “Please don’t be mad at me.. I know i can make it up to you somehow.”

“I’m not mad.. But how did you even get my number? I never gave it to you.”

“That’s not important, but what is important…” You push him against the wall with your hand. “Is did you like it?” Your tone turning from concerned to sultry.

He doesn’t need to respond for you to know that he liked it, his little friend below betrayed his true feelings. You quickly look around to make sure nobody is coming and your other hand goes to his crotch, rubbing the big bulge that had developed. John gasps and his body shudders from your touch. “You loved it didn’t you big boy? Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about this and you shouldn’t either. It’s our little secret… right Mr. Doe?”

He nods in what you can only assume is a mix of fear and horniness as the bell rings. “Oop, times up. Run along to class now, Mr. Doe. I’ll see you around.”

John did exactly that, running away from you in a hurry as you crossed your arms and watched him flee.

Run, Run while you can little John. You can’t escape yourself forever. You laugh as you head for the Girl’s shower room to get washed up before Kinesiology.

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In the shower is quite the lewd affair. You were drunk on your power of the students of this school, losing yourself to fantasy after fantasy as the hot water rinsed over your soapy body. One hand fucking your butthole with your plug while the other hand was rubbing your clit at sonic speed. Pleasure was cranked up to maximum in this body and you couldn’t get enough. In your lust addled state, you grab your phone from the side of the shower and hold it up in the air. Bringing your butt plug to your mouth you start licking it sensually and ensuring your body is in frame before snapping a picture and sending it to John with the caption, “Instead of this plug, how about you come fill me up?”

You finish up in the shower after getting to orgasm, slipping back into your clothes and heading to your Kinesiology class. As you walk there, you wonder if you’ve had enough fun in this body and should try possessing someone else for a bit, maybe Grace or Ms. Marshal. Or keep on going as Charlotte and see where this day takes you.