The College Toilet Girl

I think that my visual problem increased significantly from the age of 18. The effort to spy through the keyholes may have been excessive. At that time, magazines with advertisements for lingerie, or imported magazines, such as the German models who wore their breasts out, were handled exhaustively. Zephyr's were then crushed, rolled and licked. Those with photos, called Swedish, were trophies that could never be kept by one person, had to be shared. Masturbation was almost daily.
The girlfriend, a beautiful girl with blond curly hair, blue eyes, allowed kisses on the mouth only on special occasions like dances given at birthday parties. In fact, it was in these dances that the silly hand dared to land on the bundle. Sometimes a stronger embrace brought the still small breasts we so coveted against our chest.
Our class in high school consisted of three or four friends. They discussed everything including experiences, sizes and quantities of guns, they defined what was normal and what was excessive. In one of these rounds of the class, one of our classmates brought the information that a rumor ran about a girl in our class who was seen quite often in the boys' bathroom. The excitement was enormous. It was stipulated to take turns to bowl and plant in the bathroom in order to verify the rumor. She was also the most coveted girl in our class. If her platinum locks were very short, painted her nails in black or dark, and beyond that, she loved to smoke. I had 18 years of conversation and laughed with "some of our friends". A number of our other children were able to stay in my class and suddenly accepted the rumor. And I realized that I did not want to give up smoking until I had sat in the back of the classroom and heard the rumor. And I immediately realized that the rumor was a lie. And I did not want to give up smoking until I had sat in the back of the school for two years.
The next day, on the way out of school, I approached her and asked if I could go with her, since I was going to a friend's house near her home.
We started walking, and then I shot:
- Aren't you afraid of getting caught?
What are you talking about?
- I know you go to the boys' room!
- Oh, my God, what is that?
- One of your friends told me!
- And you bought it?
And if you don't tell me what you're doing there, I'm gonna tell everyone your name.
All right, blackmail is a key element of espionage.
If my mother or anyone at school finds out, I'll fry you!
- Then count it!
But look, home?
We began to walk slowly so as to give time for everything to be told along the way.
- You know what, man?
He's the scientist!
- We keep sneaking into the bathroom!
The phrase "it's getting in the way" uttered by a girl was like a bombshell! I'd never heard a girl say that before.
- But how?
- I go in and get the last bathroom. I climb on top of the pot and I wait for him. He comes in, pulls his dick out and asks me to suck. I suck until it gets really hard. Then I turn my back, bend down and he puts his dick in my pocket. I just don't let him make fun of me. He always asks me to suck and I let him suck in my mouth.
That narrative almost made me sit in the middle of the sidewalk. My legs were shaking. My dick was hard. I imagined the scene in rich detail.
It doesn't count!
We had arrived at his house, and now the question was, should I tell others about my discovery, or should I remain silent and try to get something out of it?
The next day, after the second lesson, she left the classroom. I wanted to go after her, but I thought it best to wait. She didn't come back until the end of the third lesson. My head was imagining the scene.
On the way out, I went after her and told her I wanted to try it.
- I won't.
If you don't do it with me, I'll do it with you.
But I'm not gonna do it with you in the bathroom.
After much insistence, I finally agreed that it wouldn't be in the bathroom, I'd try somewhere else, and I'd let you know when I was ready.
I was getting crazy from masturbating so much thinking about that date, and that's when I found out that one of the labs was open after the afternoon shift was over, and since it took almost two hours for the night shift to come in, we could take advantage of it and stay in there after everyone had left. I told her. She agreed after a lot of complaining. It never took so long for a class to go through. We were the last ones in the class collecting the material until everyone left. I went into the boys' bathroom, waited for about five minutes, and she did the same. After that time, I walked out towards the ghost lab. I walked in and waited. She came right after.
- It's got to be quick!
Of course, I wasn't expecting much romance, so I told her I wanted the same thing, and we went to the darkest corner of the lab.
- Get the stick out!
I pulled it off. I kept hearing her strange way of talking. But I was excited. Suddenly, I felt her moist, warm mouth wrapping around my dick. I almost fell down. I held on to a closet nearby as she sucked me. It seemed like her mouth had no teeth. It was so soft. I couldn't take it and I started teasing. She pulled out her mouth.
- What, now?
- I couldn't take it!
Let's get out of here.
No, suck him again, I want to suck your pussy!
- It's going to take a while!
- It won't be long.
- There!
I felt that mouth again, and I got aroused again, and I focused as hard as I could.
"Come on, come on, come on", she said, leaning against a low closet with her skirt up, no panties on, and her butt pointing at me.
She was excited. It was like her mouth. It was warm and soft and tight. I was pushing all the way to the end. It was my first conscious climb. I knew it was going to spark. I started moving. I would put my stick in her jug. She would throw herself backwards, and I would throw myself forward. That sound of my stick going in and out of her jug was like music.
I kept on punching, and all of a sudden I felt something around my stick, and it was her hand, and she was touching her rack, and she was squeezing my stick, and it was too much for me.
- Don't laugh at me, I'll suck you off!
When I heard her talk like that, I took my dick out of her mouthpiece and she turned around. She leaned down and grabbed my dick. As she sucked, I could see her masturbating. Like in a magazine, I began to squeeze her breasts and she sucked me faster. Her hand increased the movements on the grille. I enjoyed. And how I enjoyed. She continued to suck me and then she laughed. I felt in the clouds. I didn't know what to do. She got up and I in doubt ended up bringing her close to me and I kissed her. It was a kiss different from the ones I exchanged with my girlfriend. I liked her. But her tongue was more vibrant. We went out and we got her first lab. After almost 10 minutes, I adjusted.
The next day, the meeting.
- What's up?
- Everything. - There was something sweet about his voice.
- Did you get mad?
You squeezed me where I like it.
- Your breasts?
Yeah, and I got to make fun of him, but he won't let me.
- You want to do it again?
- I want to.
- In the lab?
- Yes, you did.
- At the end of class?
- I will be there.
I ran to the lab, didn't even wait to clear the right courtyard.
- Will you kiss me?
- and I pulled her by the hand.
We kissed, and his hand started stroking my cock over my pants.
"You'd better take it off or it'll stain", he said with a smile.
I agreed, I asked her to take off her panties, she leaned down and took them off, and when she got up, I leaned down and I wanted to suck her pussy, and she got scared.
- Let me do it too.
She sat on the closet and opened her legs exposing her mouthpiece. I pressed my tongue into her mouthpiece and she demonstrated that she had received a ray in her body. I continued. My revenge was done. She immediately mocked.
I asked with a smile.
She didn't answer. She leaned down and started sucking me. It was better than the day before. I had a quick laugh too. She got up and opened her uniform blouse.
- You suck them?
You didn't even have to ask.
I sucked one at a time.
I put myself between her legs and started to push.
Nothing like the experience. It was calmer. It was more pleasant. She watched my dick go in and out of the bottle and touch the grill. I felt her little pussy squeeze my dick. She trembled. I think it was from that time that I came to appreciate women when they joke. They get even more beautiful.
- Don't laugh in there!
I can make fun of you inside.
- What if it hurts?
If it hurts, you suck!
- There!
I walked out of her. She stood on her stomach like the day before, only her hands were now separating her little bundle, exposing her ass. I remembered my "measuring" days and salivated my ass. I walked in slowly. She didn't say anything. She just opened more. I walked all the way into that ass. I didn't even remember how hot and tight it was. I moved for a few minutes and then I enjoyed it. She squeezed my dick with her ass and I loved it.
But everything comes to an end, my family left São Paulo, and I never heard from the "bathroom girl" again.