Oh! The Feels

Making my way back to the stairwell I climbed up to the top floor where my final year of high school mostly took place. I got to the door of my old classroom and looked through the small window the door has. There were rows of desks facing the front of the class with the students sitting at them or standing around talking to their friends.

It seemed the teacher hadn't arrived yet so the students were making the most of it. So, I opened the door and slipped inside then closed the door behind me. Hardly anyone looked up at my entrance besides those that were facing my direction already, but they hardly gave me a glance either. I smiled at that. This was definitely not going to get old.

Looking around my old classroom I feel a little bit of nostalgia, even though I was here a year ago. Things were pretty much the same since last time I was here. The walls were white, the ceiling tiles were also white. The desks were brown and there was a chalkboard up front. At the back were some cubbyholes and examples of students work above them tacked to the wall.

I stood at the back for a moment just to observe the students. Some were quietly sitting at their desks either reading, doing last minute homework or just tapping away at a phone. Some had turned to a neighbor and had struck up a conversation. Others had left their chairs to go talk to friends that weren't in their immediate block of desks.

Watching these girls talk amongst themselves reminded me so much of my time in this room talking with friends before the teacher would show up. If someone heard footsteps leading to our class they would warn the rest and they would make a mad dash to their seats. It was a hilarious routine most days.

Once I looked around I walked up to the front of class. Since the teacher had yet to arrive I decided to try something. It was really just to confirm once and for all that I was in some strange place where everyone would let me do whatever I wanted.

Once at the front I stood behind the podium and addressed the class. "Excuse me ladies! Can I have your attention please?"

At the sound of my voice all the girls stopped what they were doing to look up at me. On their faces I could see no distrust at my being there. No suspicious stares nor scornful glares. Just curiosity and attentiveness.

"I would like to ask you all some questions before your Homeroom teacher arrives. If that's all right with you?" To this most of the girls just nod, waiting for me to ask my questions.

Now, how to phrase this? Let's see, "I wanted to know if you ladies would be alright with me having sex with you?" For a moment I felt faint at asking that. If this really was all just a hoax then asking that question to a class full of school girls was going to get me arrested for sure. Despite all the strange evidence of a world without men, I began to sweat a little.

But then my fears were dashed, oh so happily against the rocks, when one girl with long brown hair in a braid spoke up. "Yes, I'm fine with that." There were some other yeah's from other girls while the rest of them just nodded their agreement.

I breathed I sigh of relief. There was no way a hoax or prank could extend to so many people. Especially in a school. There's no way a girls school would agree to be a part of something like this.

I was leaning towards the theory that this was some alternate dimension with every second. I decided to ask some more questions though.

"So, for example, if class was in session and you all were working at your desks and listening to the teacher, could I simply go up to one of you and put my penis in your mouth?" There was something funny and exciting about saying things like 'penis' to a room full of girls and them not reacting.

They nodded again.

"What if during class I lift one of you up from your chair and bend you over your desk and fuck you loudly?" I couldn't hold back a grin while asking these dirty things.

The girls both voice the affirmative and nod.

"Is this the same for the other girls in school? And the teachers?"

The girl with the braid says, "Yes, they would also be fine with it."

So the whole school is my playground. That's good to know. "But what about people outside of school? For example, could I go into a restaurant and do what ever I wanted to the women there? Or if I walked into someones home and found a family of girls, would they let me fuck them? Or go into an office building and fuck the women while they worked?"

Braid girl speaks up again and said, "I think all of those things would be fine to do."

I then just stand there speechless. Speechless at this world I found myself in. A world where I could have free and unbridled sex, with whoever I wanted. The idea alone was intoxicating. I leaned into the podium and laughed. None of it made sense but I couldn't help but feel incredibly happy. Thoughts of all the antics I could get up to ran through my head at a dizzying pace.

I looked up again and realized that the girls were still waiting for more questions calmly. They didn't seem to care or mind that I was laughing under my breath. In the normal world they would of thought it was slightly creepy. Here though, I could do anything and they would barely pay attention to my behavior.

I cleared my throat and thanked them for their time just as the door to the classroom opened.

"Alright girls! Get to your seats. We've got some things to get through before Homeroom finishes." A woman walks in and I do a double take. It's that teacher from the teachers office. The one with the DD-cup tits and the tight jeans wrapped around her tight ass.

She walks up to the podium and waits a moment for me to move out of her way after her saying, "S'cuse me."

I took a step back and allowed her to stand before the class to take roll call. She then starts announcing some things to the students. There were some test related things, then some sports related things.

While she was going on about some team winning a competition I was still standing behind her looking at her butt and long legs. It occurred to me to try doing something to her without asking, to see if it was the same as everyone else. Because having to ask every time would get tedious pretty quickly.

So, I step up closer behind her and grab her butt. The teacher nor the class pays me any attention. I then grab and squeeze her butt with both hands. Kneeling down behind her I rub my face against her butt cheeks, feeling her jeans on my skin. I pushed my face in between the cheeks and take a sniff while feeling up her thighs, going down her leg then back up to her crotch and giving that a good rub.

The teacher then moves back a little and turns around to write something on the board. This makes me move back too. She wasn't rough or anything but she says sorry to me before going back to write something on the chalkboard.

I stood up and reached out to squeeze one of her tits. It was big and soft. I could feel her bra under her shirt. Where my hand squeeze I could see the compressed parts where my fingers dug into her. And she just continued on with Homeroom like there wasn't anyone groping her.

Letting go of her I look around at the class again. Each was intent on what their teacher was writing down. Getting off of the raised part of the floor where the podium stood, I walked down one of the aisles that the desks made. As I was walking I was looking at each girl that I walked past. Noticing one girl with glasses and short black hair writing things down in her notebook, I stop next to her.

This girl doesn't notice me or pay me any mind just like the others. She just looks up at the board then writes something down. Looking at her notes closely I see they're about some test coming up in one of her classes. Kneeling down next to her, so as not to be in anyone's way (not that anybody took any notice) I look up at her face.

She was really cute, in the petite book worm sort of way. Her short black hair stopped just below her jawline and her eyes were green. She had a cute little button nose and small adorable lips. And she was pale, as if she didn't get much sun but on her it looked nice. Overall she looked like someone you just instinctively wanted to hug and protect. I could easily picture her with cat ears too. This was my otaku nature speaking.

I couldn't help but ask her for her name. So I whisper to her (not that anyone would notice if I talked normally), "Hey, can you tell me your name?" I tried smiling at her gently. I don't know why I was bothering since it's not like she would react poorly anyway.

To my pleasant surprise she gives me a small smile in response to my one. "My name is Sana." She said matching my volume.

Ahh! Even her voice is cute. And that smile. Damn, if this was my world I would've asked her out. But since this world isn't mine, or if it's just an illusion of some kind, then there wasn't much point to it.

I smiled again at her in thanks and she went back to her notes after another of those small smiles. I could melt right now. But I wanted to look her over some more so I look at her chest and see that she wasn't that big. I'd say she had A-cups. Which was fine by me since I didn't really have a preference for breast size. I loved anything from A to DD.

Continuing on down her body I saw that she was pretty slim at the waist too. Her hips were nice and wide, in proportion to the rest. She was wearing the schools uniform skirt which stopped at mid-thigh. Her legs were also thin in keeping with her petite image. Down at her feet she had formal black shoes and grey socks.

Despite all the non-reactions to my actions I still felt apprehensive when I reached out to her legs and caressed them. She didn't look up from her notes at all. Not even when I put my hand under her skirt just slightly while waiting for her to do something. She took some more notes. That's it.

I felt a big rush of excitement when I realized that even this girl, who looked like she would be shy around boys, would let me do anything I wanted to her.

I think I'm going to get drunk off of this sense of freedom.

I crawled under her desk and took her knees in hand, moving them aside, revealing what was under her skirt. She had basic white panties on and the view was incredible.

Not hearing any sounds of protest from her I then take a closer look, putting my face right up close to her crotch. I felt her thighs on either side of my face. Then I inhaled and almost lost my vision. I got lightheaded from how good a girl could smell. I started licking her through the fabric of her underwear enjoying the taste and the smell. God, I really was gunna get drunk from all this.

After a few moments she got wet and I pushed my head further into her to lap up her juices. In the background I could still hear the red-headed teacher explaining something to the class. I move Sana's skirt so I could look at the girl sitting next to her to see if she at least noticed me giving oral to a girl in her class. Nope, she too was paying attention to the teacher.

Pausing my ministrations on Sana I lean back and peak out from under the desk and look at her face again. Sana was engrossed in the chalkboard, making sure she got everything down in her notes. She didn't seem at all bothered or interested in the fact that I was between her legs licking her pussy.

Getting out from under the desk I stand up besides Sana. I noticed that she put her knees back to where they were before I moved them.

Leaning in again I turn her head towards me, her eyes still on the board, and started kissing her small mouth. Somehow she was still able to write perfectly fine with her neck craning towards me like that. After a few moments of feeling her soft lips on mine I get deja vu once more. It reminded me of when I tried kissing Clara this morning and how she didn't reciprocate the action. I tried delving into Sana's mouth with my tongue and exploring hers. Sana also didn't reciprocate this. She just continued with her note-taking.

As fun as it was to do this while she focused on other things I thought it would be nice to actually have a mutual kiss every now and then. But how do I make that happen? Should I just ask? She did give me her name when I asked. And the whole class responded to me pretty easily. It might be as simple as that. So I gave it a try.

"Hey Sana?" I whispered in her ear. She paused her note-taking to look at me with a question in her eyes.

"I'd like it if you kissed me for a bit." I said with our faces really close.

She gave that small smile again and nodded. Sana then tilted her face up to me and closed her eyes.

I placed my lips back over hers and immediately felt her respond, moving her lips against mine. I thought, well that worked. A pretty easy request apparently.

Then I used my tongue once more to part her lips and again she responded to me by tentatively using her tongue in return. As kisses go, it was pretty amateurish, but I still loved every second of it.

I broke off the kiss after a little while because I didn't want her to miss out on her notes. "Thanks," I said to her. She responded by smiling and shaking her head as if to say that it wasn't any problem.

Now that she had fulfilled my request she brought her attention back to her notebook and the board. But I wasn't done yet. I still had a stiffy straining under my track pants.

Trying not to feel too guilty for what I'm about to do, I stand next to Sana and take a breath. Without giving it much thought I take out my dick, which was harder than I thought. The taking it out in public part was hard, not my dick being harder- Whatever, I know what I mean.

So there I was standing in a class full of school girls, plus a hot teacher, and I had my erection in full view and pointing at one of the girls. Not one of them gave it or me a glance. No one screamed or called for the police.

For a moment I just drank it all in. The sight of so many girls minding their own business and ignoring me made me so hard. I had to just walk around the class while stroking it a few times. If I thought this freedom was intoxicating before then, well, after I blow this load I might actually go comatose.

On my circuit around the room I would reach down and grope breasts, and stand beside a girl while jacking off right next to their face while they didn't give two shits about it. I even went so far as to push my boner against parts of their bodies and jacking off that way. It was about halfway around the class that I wondered if perhaps I was a pervert, then a few girls later I didn't care.

Once I made it to the second to last girl I was so close to blowing my top that I rushed back to Sana and jerked it in front of her again. My hand was on her head, making her lean towards me so I could rub it against her cheek. Then the moment was upon me as I almost lost balance from the lightheaded feeling I got that came with me cumming all over her face. Rope after rope of sperm shot out of my dick and landed on her cheek, forehead, chin, lips and glasses. So much came out that one of her lenses was completely covered in my milky white goop.

That was such a strong orgasm that I just had, that I needed to take a breather after cleaning the tip of my dick on Sana's shoulder. And the girl still kept taking notes. Not even noticing that one of the lenses of her glasses was covered.

I remembered seeing two empty desks on my travels so I sat down at one of them to catch my breath. When I took a seat I saw Sana reach up and remove her glasses to wipe them on the hem of her skirt before putting them back on her nose. I laughed to myself seeing a stain spread on her skirt.

After that I just watched as Homeroom came to a close while thinking of what to do next. What else did I want to do in my old school? Or should I go venture into the city center and see what fun can be found there? Well, those questions can wait. Right now I wanted to just sit here and rest.