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C'mon, c'mon... Tick faster dammit!
Matsuko glares at the clock, counting down the minutes until the class ends. There are far too many left for her liking. Her legs squirm, trying to indiscreetly scratch the itch between her legs.
I knew I should have rubbed one out this morning... god dammit.
She makes no attempt to make it look like she's working. Her head rests in her left hand while her right fidgets with a pen. Chemistry is the least of her concerns, right now all she wants is to stick her hand in her panties and go at it.
But alas, fate has other plans for her, and she's not about to start jerking off in the middle of class, so she continues to scowl at the clock, as if trying to intimidate it into ticking faster.
The girl in the seat next to her feels a bit nervous. Matsuko already instilled a modicum of fear into her classmates, what with her whole delinquent vibe; her dyed blonde hair, ear piercings, and long skirt that nearly touches the floor. The way Matsuko looks at the clock like she wants to kill it doesn't help matters. The girl just tries to ignore it, it's best not to get involved with Matsuko.
2 more minutes...
Matsuko can feel it throbbing against her panties, desperately trying to break free and escape from its confines. The silky smooth rubbing sensation doesn't help her with keeping her composure, her face tinted with a light red.
She taps her foot, thinks about math, anything to distract herself, to hold her over for just a few more minutes.
She has it all planned out in her head, the nearest bathroom, the fastest route, the only problem is the stupid bell which hasn't rung yet.
One minute remains and she begins her preparations to leave. She moves her books and papers to the right side of her desk, then subtly reaches for her bag. She holds it open at the edge of the table with one hand.
Her eyes are still glued to the clock, counting down each passing second.
Three... Two... One...
Nothing happens. The bell doesn't ring. The teacher doesn't dismiss them. Nothing. Matsuko is furious.
What the fuck why won't the bell ring!? And what about the stupid teacher!? Does the dumbass not notice the time!? I swear to god if the stupid fucking bell doesn't ring right now I-
Matsuko's internal rant is interrupted by the very sound she wanted to hear, the ringing of the bell.
She quickly springs into action, shoving her belongings into the waiting maw of her bag. She's out of her seat before the bell even stops ringing, quickly trying to traverse the classroom. The last thing she needs is someone seeing the tent she's currently pitching. Thankfully she's seated close to the door. She's halfway out before the teacher begins to dismiss them in his dull, uninterested voice.
Matsuko runs down the hall, her long golden hair flowing behind her. Just one more corner and another hall to head down before she gets to the bathroom, and to her release that will soon come.
She rounds the corner and her heart drops. Up ahead she sees a bespectacled girl with black hair done up into two braids walking towards her. The red armband around her right arm just confirms what Matsuko already knew, it was her mortal enemy, student council president Watanabe.
Fuck.
Watanabe takes any chance she can get to chew her out over the tiniest thing. Matsuko knows she's not just going to be able to walk by her without a scolding.
Not this bitch... Why now!?
She slows down to a brisk walk, hoping and praying that Watanabe didn't catch her running. The less ammunition she has against her the better, it means her scolding won't be as long, or so she hopes.
"My, my, Uchida-san, what's the rush? You know you're not allowed to run in the halls." Watanabe says with glee.
Matsuko doesn't know what to say, she wants this over with as fast as possible. Arguing would only delay things, and the more delays the more likely someone would be to notice her predicament.
Matsuko doesn't say anything, but Watanabe is quick to continue, she works her way down Matsuko, listing of all the violations of the sacred school rules than she can find.
"And your hair, how many times have I told you that you must not dye your hair? And your piercings too, and the skirt, you know they're not allowed. That's multiple dress code violations as well as a health and safety risk from you running..."
She trails off while looking at her skirt, noticing a small little bulge peeking out at its front. A tiny grin grows on Watanabe's face.
Matsuko sees where's she's looking, throwing her hands in front of her crotch to try and shield it from Watanabe's curious eyes.
Oh my fucking god, kill me now.
"Oh my, Uchida-san, are you okay? You're looking a little flushed."
Watanabe closes the distance between them, causing Matsuko to try and step back, but for every step she took, Watanabe also takes one.
Before she can even react, Watanabe moves a hand up to Matsuko's face, slipping it under her golden strands of hair and pressing her palm against her forehead.
"W-What the hell are you doing!?"
"Hmm, you seem a bit warm too..." Watanabe states, completely ignoring Matsuko.
This bitch!!
Matsuko takes a hand away from her crotch and grabs Watanabe's wrist, pushing it back to get her dirty paws away from her.
They make eye contact, Matsuko's blue eyes overflowing with rage while Watanabe's green eyes brim with mischief.
"Uchida-san, please."
Matsuko lets go.
"Another thing..." Watanabe begins while rubbing at her wrist. "I don't think there's a specific rule against it, but please don't walk around with an erection, it's very... unladylike."
"..."
Matsuko wants nothing more than to punch her, to wipe that smug look off her face, but at the same time she also wants to curl up into a ball and die. She's filled with anger and shame.
Of all the fucking people, it just has to be her, doesn't it!?
She pushes past her, stomping off towards the bathroom. Watanabe looks on and notices where she's heading, quickly putting two and two together.
"Hey, Uchida-san! Don't take too long, break's only 15 minutes!" Watanabe calls down the corridor.
Matsuko's eye twitches and her fists clench.
I hate her so fucking much!
She turns to enter the bathroom and sees Watanabe still watching. She looks her dead in the eye, wishing that looks could kill. Watanabe just smiles and waves before turning around and going back to her business.
Matsuko marches into the bathroom and ducks into the very last stall. She locks the door and closes her eyes, scrunching up her face.
"Kill. Me. Now." she whispers to herself, punctuating each word with a bang of her head against the stall door, not too hard, but hard enough to hurt. She doesn't bring her head back after the last thump, instead just leaning her head against the door.
Despite experiencing what may well have been the single most embarrassing thing in her life, part of her body remains perky and upbeat.
I swear, this thing has a mind of its own.
She reaches for the bottom of her skirt, but then pauses, opting to just unzip it and take it off entirely. It would be too much of a pain to keep holding her skirt up the whole time; she'd rather be able to focus on more important things. She stuffs it into her bag, leaving both her hands free to do what they please.
Speaking of more important things, she looks down at her panties, the only thing between her and pleasure. Her panties are black, with a small darker patch right at their front.
She slowly slides them down, first revealing her messy, black pubic hair. She knows it looks unkempt, and she'd die of embarrassment if a boy saw it, but she doesn't plan on it having any public appearances anytime soon so she's not too fussed. Besides, she has better things to do that slave away at her crotch with a razor.
Next her panties slide over her bulge, her cock now free to be able to stand to its full mast, unbound by the flimsy fabric. Matsuko looks at her dick and frowns. She has a love hate relationship with the thing. On one hand it feels great to play with, and on the other hand you have all of the issues; finding underwear that fit, boys' reactions to it, and its size.
The size was Matsuko's biggest problem. It looks fine when it's flaccid, about 3 inches, the problem is that when it gets hard, there isn't really any of the size increase associated with getting an erection. All that changes is that it becomes more firm and that it points upwards slightly. She's measured it countless times, the biggest it ever was was just shy of 3 and a half inches.
It felt so embarrassing to have such a small cock. She was sure any boy would just laugh at it or make fun of her, if they hadn't already bailed once they found out that she had something extra going on downstairs.
What did I do to deserve this? I'm like, tough, and cool! Having a tiny fucking dick doesn't exactly scream cool or badass...
Her balls don't help matters either, she's not sure if they're just naturally big, or if they just look big because of her petite penis.
Despite her grievances with it, Matsuko takes her member in her hand. Her index finger rubs her partially exposed tip, her finger becoming slick with pre-cum. She slides her finger underneath her foreskin, rubbing at her pink glands like she would rub at her clit. She moves her finger back and forth, almost like she's fingering her foreskin. The movements of her finger combined with her pre-cum produce a lewd and thankfully quiet squelching sound
She lets out a small sigh as she leans back against the door. Her left hand moves to her breast, groping at it through her uniform for a moment before deciding to get a more direct touch. She undoes some of her shirt’s buttons and slips her hand inside and under her bra. She squeezes her right breast, her bare fingers against its smooth skin. She feels a wave of pleasure pulse through her body, her cock even doing a cute little twitch in response to the added stimuli.
She closes her eyes, indulging in the lewd thoughts that fill her head. Instead of leaning on a bathroom stall door, she would be sitting between a nice boy’s spread legs, leaning her back against his chest. She would feel his dick press against her ass as his fingers toy with her nipples, rubbing them, squeezing them, making her squirm under his touch. It would be his hands on her cock, rubbing his rough fingers all over its sensitive tip.
Matsuko tries to re-enact her fantasy, trying to pretend that her own hands are those of this mystery man. She nips and tweaks her erect nipple, while her other hand slides her foreskin back.
She teases herself, imagining it's her lover doing it, giving gentle, fleeting touches to her glans. She rubs her finger in a circular motion against her pinkish purple head, her finger moving with ease thanks to all her sticky pre-cum. Quiet moans escape from her lips, her face flushed red in both lust and embarrassment.
Next she moves her finger down, running it along the underside of her tip. She tickles her frenulum, before moving to her shaft, her fingers dancing across the skin, her fingers tracing the engorged purplish blue veins that spread across her length.
Her cock throbs so hard, waiting impatiently for its release. In her mind Matsuko begs her suitor to stop with the teasing, to which he complies. He whispers into her ear, telling her about how she's been such a naughty, lewd girl. He tells her how she deserves to be teased and punished for being a bad girl, but her rosy face and little moans are just too cute so he'll indulge her
She imagines him wrapping his fingers around her meagre length as she grasps her dick. It feels so warm, so full of life as it throbs within her hand, begging for attention.
She begins squeezing herself as she slides her foreskin back over her shiny head, before bringing the skin back down to the base of her short shaft. Small moans escape her clenched lips, the friction against her delicate little head just too much for her to not moan, despite how hard she tries not to.
Each squeeze on her way up her length ushers out a glob of pre cum which is soon caught by her hand and spread across her cock. It reduces the friction a little, but the thought of herself being covered in her own fluids like this more than makes up for that, it's so dirty... so lewd.
"Hey, do you hear something?"
Matsuko stops her movements, both those at her nipple and at her ladyhood.
Oh shit.
"Hmm, what?"
"It's like a... weird squidgy sound."
Silence fills the bathroom.
Please go away please
"I don't hear anything."
"But it was just..."
"Maybe you're hearing things or something."
"I dunno..."
“Besides, we’re in a bathroom, I don’t want to listen to whatever’s going on here.”
Matsuko hears two sets of footsteps gradually fade away. She lets out a sigh of relief and gets back to work.
Can't a girl just get some peace and quiet?
Annoyed by having been ripped away from her filthy thoughts, she quickens her motions, her hand moving at a rapid pace, her fingers almost painfully nipping and pulling at her hard nipple.
Matsuko feels the pleasure build and build; her chubby scrotum begins to tighten as it prepares for the imminent release. She pushes herself off the stall door, planting each of her feet on either side of the shiny white toilet.
She frantically strokes herself before coming to an abrupt halt. She points her member down towards the toilet and she feels her hot cum rushing up her urethra. She clenches her toes and unsuccessfully tries to stifle a moan as her cock begins to release her seed.
She watches as her first load is shot out and splattered onto the porcelain below. She resumes her movements, eager to cum more and more. She brings herself the brink of orgasm and stops right as she teeters over the edge.
More cum is released, this time less than the initial burst, but it's no less pleasurable than her first orgasm. Her cum begins to slowly ooze out as she starts jerking herself off once again. Her seed dirties both her hand and penis, but Matsuko doesn't care at all, too lost in the throes of pleasure to be concerned about things like cleanliness.
She manages one last orgasm, emptying out what feels like the last of her cum into the waiting toilet below. She removes her hand from her slightly sore nipple and presses it against the wall in front of her, leaning her weight against it.
She softly pants as she looks down, her blonde locks falling in front of her flushed face. She stays like that for a moment, trying to recompose herself from her all too short euphoria. Through her hair she sees the results of her deeds, her freshly spewed cum staining the once clean toilet. She thinks of what she just did. Here she was in a school bathroom at break, half naked with a semen smeared hand, standing over a toilet defiled with her own cum. It's hardly a good look, and she's well aware of that. Imagine if they saw her like that, imagine if that bitch Watanabe saw her like this.
And what was I thinking, fantasizing about some boy being all soft and delicate with me, treating me like I'm some sorta princess or like a fragile little maiden. I'm a badass, I should be like... face fucking people and stuff, shoving my cock down their throat, not whimpering and squirming under some guys touch... that's so uncool...
She wants to be all domineering and aggressive in bed, but the thought of it doesn't do much for her. Being some boys lewd little plaything, something which he can do whatever he wants with, turns her on so much.
Who's ever heard of a submissive delinquent? How's that make sense?
While Matsuko ponders the greater mysteries of life, the bell rings.
Oh for fuck sake.