A World of Fantasies

I was mostly right about the library being a place where more studying than screwing went on. Most of the muffled humping noises came from somewhere in the distance of each branch I walked past. J section housed Sociology, Anthropology, Current Events, Social Economics, and Statistics. It was mostly empty in this wing of the building. 

I think I only heard about four different muffled sounds. I compared the writing on the note to the signs on the side of the shelves until I saw the right ones. I then found the books one by one. The only one that gave me any trouble was the school's catalog. That one was back at the door. I saw it by accident as I walked down the stacks for the third time, trying to locate where they would place the book. I guess they just assumed I knew where to find it, and if I had been here before, I would have. 

As I sat down, before I got too deep into the material, I set an alarm for fifteen minutes before the start of my next class. It appeared that the Stone Wall Riots were a major turning point for the none heterosexual part of the web that is human sexuality. It also helped to kick off the sexual freedom for Breeders too. That word was used in the textbook I was reading. Breeders. It seemed to have become normal to describe those who only found the opposite sex attractive by this word. In some instances, it appeared to have replaced the heterosexual and straight. I remembered when someone would take offense if they were called that, so I hope that it was more widely accepted here. 

It was a riveting read, but I managed to stop myself and check the time to see that I had eight minutes before my alarm sounded. I grabbed everything and went to the only other people I've seen since I entered the building. 

As I walked up to the desk again, I saw that they were far more animated and seemed to be doing actual work and not a humming break. One of the guys was missing, I also noted. 

I placed the books on the desk, and they both looked up to see what made that sound. I may have slightly dropped them because one was slipping, and I lost my grip on all of them at that moment. I was in front of the male librarian, so the lady went back to what she was doing as I now looked into baby blue eyes that smiled back at me. 

"Hi," I said as I allowed my body to express its attraction to the man seated in front of me. 

"Hello," he answered back. "How may I help you?" he asked, sounding like he meant it. 

"I would like to borrow these books please," I told him. At that moment, I realized that I would need my Library Card. I shook my backpack off my shoulder, where it was hanging, but before I unzipped it, I realized that I didn't pack my wallet this morning. I turned to look at the guy again and smiled. "I seemed to have forgotten my wallet at home," I told him. I was tempted to say more, but I stayed quiet to see if he would just tell me how I would be able to take the books with me today. 

"What is your name?" he asked as his eyes moved down my face, over my chest, and trying to acquire x-ray powers to see through the desk to see my crotch, if not legs. 

"Joshua Doxon," I answered easy enough. He continued to smile as he turned towards the computer to type in my name. 

"A junior majoring in Social Anthropology," he read off the screen a few seconds later.

"Yep, that's me," I confirmed with a grin on my face. I fixed my bag on my back and picked up my phone to check the time. As I woke up the screen, my alarm went off. I quickly silenced it before looking at the two librarians who were looking at me. "Sorry," I apologized. "It's my reminder for my next class," I explained. "So what do I have to do?" I asked as I hoped I wouldn't be late for my next class. 

"Since you don't have your card, I will have to scan the books into your account directly," he tells me before reaching for my short stack of four books. It didn't take that long. In fact, I think it would have taken just as long if I did have my card on me. Once he was done, he ducked under the table and came back with a cloth bag, and proceeded to put my books in it. "The system sent you a notification of the books that I just checked out for you along with their return date," he told me. "You will receive a reminder two days before and on the date they are due back," he ended as he handed me the bag. 

"Thank you," I said before turning to leave. I dropped my phone into the bag before hurrying down the steps and back across campus to the same building I left about an hour ago. I should have left sooner I realized. I was the last one heading in that direction, and the first bell had already rung before I was halfway to the building. I just crossed the threshold of the structure as the second bell rang. I stood still as I tried to remember the room number. I was huffing and puffing when I looked at the board next to the door. I saw a listing of all the rooms and the classes next to them, and there it was. It was at the other end of the building. I groaned in disappointment before booking it in that direction. 

I may not have been that active before, but here it wasn't that much of a physical toll due to the condition of my current body. But it was still a pain, and I was worried about showing up late, which happened the moment the third bell rang, and I saw the door to my next class. I should have stopped running and just walked into the class, but I was going too fast, and I needed the door to slow me down. I hit the door and found out too late that it wasn't closed. I spun into the room like a clumsy ballerina before the desk stopped me, and I ended up sprawled over its top in front of the class and a surprised teacher. 

"At least it looks like you tried to make it to class on time today, Josh," the teacher said as she regained her composure. "But class has already started," she stated. "Take a seat," she said before turning her attention to her tablet. 

I said nothing as I found the only seat left in her class. It was the middle chair in the back of the room. As my naked ass cheeks came into contact with the seat, I realized how warm the room was. This was my Modern American History class, which meant it only covered the last one hundred years. We were currently covering the fifties, and it was still the same as I remembered it. Well, mostly. Or it could just have been some things that I didn't know about before. Near the end of the class, the atmosphere started to change. 

"Ok, last five minutes guys," the teacher said before she started to list what our reading assignment was until our next class in three days. At that moment, I saw multi-tasking spread across the room. The guys were writing down what she was saying while at the same time freeing their cocks from inside shorts, pants, and thongs. I hadn't a clue what was going on but continued taking notes on my laptop. When the bell rang, marking the official end of the class, I looked around at the small sea of jerking cocks. 

"What are you waiting for Joshua?" the teacher asked me. I just looked at her. 

"Tardiness punishment," she said like it was the answer to everything. "Get up here," she told me a bit firmer. I stood and started to walk towards her still not sure of what I was suppose to do. Was I now expected to suck all the guys off in my class? Was I suppose to eat her out. That would be a true punishment as the fear of having to lick a pussy passed through my mind. 

"Hey, Doxon," someone shouted from behind me. I turned and saw my bag as it flew through the air in my direction. I caught it and was even more puzzled. "You forgot your stuff," he said before he went back to lubing up his cock. Were they all going to fuck me? Would I need the lube in my bag? I got up front and just stood there.

"I don't remember what I'm suppose to do," I told the teacher before swallowing my nerves. 

"Were you playing with asphyxiation and it got out of control?" the teacher asked with apparent concern on her face. 

"No, I don't think so," I hedged. Who knows what my other self had been up before the switch. 

"That," she said after a moment as her hand pointed to the large black horse cock in my bag. "Goes into you," she said as her finger now turned to point at me. "Up on the desk. Get started," I was then told, with a wave of her hand in the direction of her desk. My mouth fell open as I looked from the thing in my bag to her and to the rest of the class. 

"That can't fit in me," I told her. 

"That is why it's Punishment," she said, almost sounding board. "Despite your best efforts otherwise," she stated with a small smile. "Hurry up and lose your bottom bits," she said as she walked around the desk to take her seat behind me. 

This was happening, I told myself as I saw the guys from the back row come closer. Their jerking off had slowed down for some while others stopped completely as they waited for me to do . . . that. It didn't help that my cock seemed to be looking forward to it too. I was going to shoot my load long before I got much of this monster inside me. With a breath and my mind made up, I lifted my mini skirt. I pulled down my thong. I opened my bag and pulled out the lube and cock. I grew bold and turned my ass to the room full of guys and slicked up my ass hole. The moment I saw my teacher looking at me, I closed my eyes. 

I was going to get off doing this, and seeing a woman wasn't going to help me get there. When I felt myself getting too close, I pulled my wet fingers out of my ass and turned towards the horse cock. I dripped lube down the length of it and rubbed it all over before doing a quick jump up onto the desk. I suctioned it to the wooden surface and turned to watch the guys who were all watching me as they pulled harder on their dicks. 

All of this was because of me. They wanted to see my ass split open by this thing. They wanted me to cum as I fucked myself with it. They were hard and turned on, and they were going to cum all over me. My cock bounced and dripped at the thought. 

I stood over the cock. I squatted down until it hit my puckered ass. I held it still as I pushed the odd-shaped head into my hole. I was panting hard once it finally got it to pop inside. I paused and opened my eyes as I breathed deeply. The class body was now at least five feet closer to my own. I heard their breathing as clearly as I heard my own. 

"Fuck yourself," was said by one guy. Then another, and another before it became a low chant that I obeyed. My cock was sticking up in the air as I pushed pre-cum out of it in a steady stream. I might have gotten half the cock inside me, and that was burning my walls. The ring of my ass was on fire, but my prostate didn't care. It was happy with the odd shape. It loved the long slide and wanted me to give it more. So I fucked myself and continued fucking myself as I cried out into the room. I haven't a clue what I said. Fuck, for sure. Yes, was a good bet. I think I may have even cried out "Daddy" at one point. I just know that someone came on me. They were now within jizzing distance of my body, and I felt it. One shot, then two. Two more at the same time. I felt it on my legs. Some got as high as my waist, but I wanted to feel it on my face. But I was too high up for anyone's cum to reach my lips or cheeks.

I was still going as I chased down my orgasm. I was so close. So close. I moved up and down a little faster, and then it happened. My foot slipped in a puddle of mixed liquids, if not lube on its own, causing three more inches to shoot up my ass triggering my yell of pain and bliss as I came. My whole body shook as I now laid on the desk. I thought everyone had already cum, but I felt warm wetness hitting my face as I experienced my balls pumping everything out of me. My legs didn't stop shaking for a full minute as I laid there enjoying the knowledge of how cum covered I was. 

"Wicked," I heard someone whisper before moans started to fill the air around me. Apparently, I was a great starter to an orgy. No one touched me, but I could somehow feel everyone around me. I noticed the heat from their bodies. Their cries and moans echoed in my chest. I think the desk I was resting on, moved in different directions as more than one couple braced a body against it. 

From the meowing on my left, I believed one of them to be our teacher. She gasped and moaned along with everyone else still in the room. I kept my eyes shut through the grunts, moans, begging, and clear achievement of everyone around me reaching orgasms. 

"You-," my teacher stopped herself to pant. She hadn't rested long enough after she came to be talking, it seems. "You're up Devon," I heard the teacher say a little while later. She wasn't addressing me, so I didn't try to move. It darted through my head that maybe she was calling the next student to rock what was left of her world and enjoy sloppy seconds. I thought about opening my eyes to see how attractive this Devon was since everyone was handsome in this world I've seen so far. It must be all the sex keeping people in shape. But before I could even turn my head and open my eyes to try and locate him, I felt someone moving me. "Don't try to take it out until you've gotten him to his next class," she told him. 

"Yes Ms. Stole," I assume the guy named Devon told her. "Fred, grab his stuff will you?" the guy who picked me up told someone else. And that is how I left the classroom.

This might have been a very odd walk of shame, but I still didn't feel like opening my eyes yet. So they stayed closed for my entire ride. 

I was covered in cum. I was slung over some guy's shoulder, who was named Devon. He walked me, with my ass up in the air with the last half-foot of a horse's rubber cock sticking out of me, down the hallway, and soon out of the building.