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Saved by the bell
🕑 Added 2022-12-31 04:03:33 +0000 UTC
The squeak of wooden planks rubbing on varnish echoes around the empty school gymnasium as Tristan cautiously walks along the floorboards. The warm afternoon sun does little to break through the dimly lit foyer, only highlighting certain parts of the spectator stand and patches of the badly maintained court. Turning on his phone torch, the bright light catches all the floating dust as Tristan nears the equipment room tucked in the corner of the massive building. Noticing the rusted padlock on the floor, he cautiously enters it with his torch scanning all around the room and motionless school equipment.
“H-hello?” Tristan whispers timidly, half expecting someone to jump out and scare the daylight out of him, but the message on his phone urges him to continue exploring. Flicking back to his texts, he scrolls through a bunch of messages from Jessica, a girl he had a crush on since sophomore year. With his senior year nearing to an end within a week, the unexpected text from her to meet at the equipment room was an opportunity he couldn’t miss. Rumors of schoolmates getting laid with each other after becoming eighteen constantly replays on Tristan’s mind as he ponders on the Jessica’s vague messages.
“Heeey there cutie!” an alluring and angelic voice echoes from behind, catching Tristan by surprise. Flicking his light into the dark, his jaw drops in shock to see Jessica leaning on the wall with a wide grin and pristine school uniform. Before Tristan manages to utter a word, she runs up to him and hugs him tightly, pressing her well developed C-cup tits onto his chest. “I looooove you so much” she slurs into his ear, before pressing her plump lips onto his.
“W-whaaat… Jessica?!” Tristan stutters as his body remains frozen in surprise. The quiet and studious personality he admired in her for the past few years was almost non-existent as she stares at him and licks her lips lustfully. Stepping back with swaying hips, Jessica unzips her skirt and lets it drop onto the dusty floor while unbuttoning her shirt to reveal a pair of round breasts barely held back by her bra. “What happened to you?!” Tristan mutters softly, unable to hide the growing boner in his pants as she giggles and unclips her bra, setting her tits free. Frequently approached and ogled by boys at school for her sexy face and irresistible body, Jessica always remained single, preferring good grades over relationships. The sudden turn in personality and interest in an average student like Tristan causes him to hesitate and notice her previous sky-blue irises a little duller and darker than before.
“Fill me up… I know you always wanted to…” Jessica coos, pulling her white panties to the side to reveal a cleanly shaven pussy dripping with juices. Unable to take his eyes off her body, Tristan lightly runs his fingers along her hips, feeling her smooth and olive-tanned skin as she entices him closer. “Touch me wherev--- mmpphhh…” Jessica moans as she grabs his hands and pushes them onto her breasts, feeling her puffy nipples rubbing against his palms. With one hand stroking Tristan’s bulging boner, she effortlessly pulls it out of his pants and wraps her slender fingers around the warm shaft, guiding it closer towards her tight pussy.
Giving into his burning arousal, Tristan places his hands on Jessica’s petite shoulders and pulls her closer until the tip of his cock teases the lips of her pussy. However, before he manages to penetrate her virgin slit, the gymnasium lights flicker on and a light footstep echo closer towards their discrete room. “Ah… shit…” Jessica hisses in annoyance, her lustful persona quickly changing into a look of concern as she tries to duck behind some discarded equipment.
“Jessica?! Tristan?!” a voice shouts in shock as Tristan stands frozen on the spot with his dick out like a deer in headlights. Adjusting to the brightness, his heart drops to see the sport teacher staring at him in disgust and horror. Despite being his teacher, the newly transferred teacher from Japan a month ago instantly became one of Tristan’s secret fantasies; her massive breasts and cute face were the foundations of all his midnight imaginations if it wasn’t Jessica. Realizing that he’ll be expelled a week before graduating, he starts to stammer for an excuse, not noticing Jessica beginning to spasm behind him.
The loud clatter of equipment falling to the ground breaks the awkward silence as Tristan turns around to see Jessica falling to her knees with her curvy spine slumped backwards. “Hey… are you alri----” he pauses, seeing her jaw opening widely until a grey mist leaves her body, causing her doll-like nude body to crumple unconsciously to the floor. Watching the entity rise above Jessica’s neatly combed blonde hair, Tristan flinches as it barely misses him and darts towards the unassuming Asian sports teacher. “Ms. Sato… watch out!” he shouts, but it’s too late as the mist quickly enters through her nostrils, forcing her head back like whiplash.
“W-what’s happening… 助けて {help me}” she groans with her eyes rolling back and her body contorting. Stumbling back and trying to maintain her balance, she desperately grasps at her slender throat, feeling a cold lump pushing itself deeper into her body. Starting to sweat significantly, she instinctively pulls down the school sport jacket’s zip to reveal a pair of EE-cups with an attractive cleavage. As Ms. Sato’s mind continues to cloud over, pussy juice starts to soak into her grey tights as her body becomes twice as sensitive. “Get… out… of… me…” she pants, her voice alternating between her seductive Japanese accent and a voice Tristan distinctively recognizes. Her cute bangs and long brown ponytail bobs up and down as she fights for control but Tristan’s attention shifts to her heavy breasts jiggling all over the place.
“Jake?... Is that you?” Tristan mutters hesitantly as Ms. Sato’s hands fall lifelessly to her sides and the gymnasium falls deathly silent. After a few seconds she flinches and blinks her glazed eyes back into focus, seeing him standing nearby with a raging hard boner still poking out of his pants. Smiling at Tristan, she wipes the drool off her lips and bats her long eyelashes before approaching him with her breasts till protruding out of her jacket and juices running down her thick thighs.
“I guess you caught me…” Ms. Sato giggles with a strong Japanese accent, but her usual conservative and formal behavior is replaced with a sheepish smile. Shifting the weight to her other foot, she tries to get accustomed with the new balance as a hand gropes her left breast, sinking her fingers into the soft milky flesh. “How did you like Jessica?... well Ms. Sato now… until Jessica wakes up in an hour…” she continues, relishing in the confusion and shock on Tristan’s face as he struggles to comprehend the situation.
“Jake… you can body hop?!” Tristan stammers, looking back to see Jessica’s unconscious body breathing lightly as juices from her aching pussy continue to drip onto the floor. As Ms. Sato unzips the rest of her jacket to reveal her toned belly and round breasts, Tristan desperately tries to hide his erection.
“Yes… but call me… Naomi when I’m in this body” she replies, furrowing her brows as she digs into her host’s memories to remember her first name. Seeing Tristan’s cock, she grins widely as she peels back her tights to reveal strings of juices coating her panties before pulling that aside too. “Oooh… her body is so… mmpphh… sensitive…” Naomi shivers as she plays with her pink pussy lips, feeling her EE-cup breasts sag like tear-drops from the weight. Pushing Tristan back into the dusty equipment room, she turns off the lights and lock the door before stepping over Jessica’s body. “What are you waiting for? I saved you from getting expelled…” she coos into Tristan ear, pressing her plump lips against his earlobes.
“Wait… I don’t thin---” Tristan mutters but is cut off with a grunt as she pushes him against the brick wall and thrusts her mature body against his. Moaning softly, Naomi’s long nails rub against his back as her slit spreads open to receive Tristan’s throbbing cock, feeling his lubricated shaft slide deep into her pussy. “Oh… god… you feel so good…” Tristan gasps on the verge of an orgasm as her vaginal muscles clench around his dick and massages it in all directions. Instinctively grabbing her swaying breasts in the dark, he hears her moan louder as his fingers press against her puffy nipples. Without warning, Tristan grunts and lets out a stream of cum deep into Naomi’s pussy, making her squeal in surprise as her juices and cum start to leak out.
“Fuck… you’re lucky I can’t get impregnated in other bodies…” Naomi grins, giving Tristan a wink as his cock slides out of her pussy. Catching their breaths, the quiet splatter of fluids hitting the floor breaks the silence as Naomi starts to explore her body. “I fooled you with Jessica’s body and her memories…” she giggles, expecting Tristan to turn red in embarrassment; to her surprise, he looks back with a glint in his eye.
“Can you possess Jessica again?” Tristan says with a sheepish grin.
