10-11-2025, 11:26 PM
## Update 97: The Uninvited Guest in the Sports Room (Avi and Principal Sir)
I came near the sports room at 3:30 p.m., my entire body throbbing with anticipation, a dull ache in my groin. The moment had finally arrived. I wanted to see, and more urgently, I wanted to have sex. I hadn't had sex for the last one full month—two weeks before the exam and two weeks of the exam period with no breaks.
I started to peek inside through the dirty windowpane. The secret act hadn't started yet.
After a short while, the Principal Sir and that girl came into the room, their movements furtive and quick. As soon as they entered the room, both of them immediately started their work, shedding their clothes. They wasted no time in getting naked. The Sir bent that girl over, making her a "horse," and, without ceremony, put his lunď into her chooť.
I was waiting for this exact moment. I moved swiftly toward the sports room door, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I jammed a small piece of wood into the crack of the door and used the leverage to slowly lift the latch from the outside. They were so intensely busy having sex that they didn't even notice the soft grating sound. I opened the door slowly and slipped inside the small, cluttered room.
The Principal Sir's face was on the side opposite the door, so he saw me instantly. I closed the latch of the door again, securing us inside. I took a few steps and went to stand directly in front of the Sir, watching their rhythm.
That girl's eyes were squeezed shut, either in pain or pleasure. The Sir froze, his thrusting motion stopping completely as pure fear washed over his face. His eyes darted to the closed door, then back to my quiet, standing form. A knot tightened in my gut; I knew he was calculating how to save himself.
The Sir decided on his course of action. He started to thrust again slowly, re-establishing the motion. He looked at me, his eyes questioning, and then made a clear gesture with his head, asking if I wanted to have sex with the girl as well. I shook my head yes, my lips curling slightly into a greedy smile. I was thinking: *He didn't even say a word, he just agreed.* He was the principal of the college, after all, and he understood everything without me having to blackmail him.
That girl's eyes were still tightly closed, maintaining the rhythm with the Sir. I quickly took off my clothes. She opened her eyes, startled, hearing the sound of my clothes dropping to the floor. She saw my naked form and became instantly scared, her eyes wide with shock.
The Sir, maintaining his pace, quickly spoke to her, his voice low and firm. "Don't be scared, beta. He will also have sex with you. He is my special student, and he has earned the privilege," he commanded.
How could she possibly refuse the Principal Sir's direct order? I decided to take out my month-long sexual frustration on the Sir's new willingness to compromise. I took my rock-hard lunď near her mouth. She instantly understood the command, took my lunď in her mouth, and started to suck it vigorously. *She didn't even tell me her name the first day I asked!* As soon as this thought came, I started to fuck her mouth aggressively with my lunď, pumping in and out, setting a rough pace. The Sir was also continuing to fuck her chooť from behind, his rhythm steady.
The Sir was already done with his internal work. He took his lunď out of her chooť. There was a transparent object on his lunď—a condom. This was the first time I was seeing a condom being used during sex. The Sir quickly peeled the condom off his lunď and handed me a fresh one.
"Have you ever had sex before, Avi?" the Sir questioned, his brow raised.
"Yes, I have," I replied, my voice raspy.
"With a condom?" he asked, pointing to the wrapper.
"Not yet, never needed one," I admitted, looking at the wrapper in my hand.
"Here, put this condom on your lunď," the Sir instructed, gesturing with his hand.
"I don't know how to put on a condom," I confessed, my eyes on her waiting body.
The Sir sighed, seeing my lack of experience, and reached out. "I'll put it on for you quickly," he offered.
He smoothly put a condom on my lunď. I placed my lunď on her chooť entrance. I started to rub my lunď on her chooť for only a moment and then rammed it all inside in one long, hard thrust. A stifled scream came out of her mouth, a sound of sharp pain. The Sir immediately took his bare lunď and put it deep into her mouth, silencing her.
I had to take revenge for the month-long denial and for her silent arrogance in the classroom. Because of this, I started to thrust hard and fast without stopping. Suppressed, gagged sounds were coming out of her mouth, mixing with the slap of my body against hers. I held her waist tightly and started to pump relentlessly. The Sir was also doing his work. His lunď, which had become cold and soft after his climax, started to swell and harden in her mouth. After a short while, his lunď became fully hard again. Now the Sir started to fuck her mouth, matching my furious pace.
The Sir and I were now making a complete mess of her body. When I would thrust from behind, she would involuntarily move forward. As she would move forward, the Sir would thrust in her mouth, which would make her head move backward, and my lunď would go deeper into her chooť. When the Sir would thrust, she would move backward, which would make my lunď go more inside her chooť. But his lunď would come out of her mouth a little. I would instantly thrust from behind, which would make her move forward again, and the Sir's whole lunď would go back into her mouth.
We kept having sex with her like this, a merciless tag-team, for about twenty minutes. Because I hadn't had sex for an entire month, my semen came out quickly. I released my semen into her chooť, inside the rubber condom. My work was done, but the Sir's was still left to finish again. I took my lunď out of her chooť. As soon as I took my lunď out, the Sir took his lunď out of her mouth and put it back into her waiting chooť. Then the Sir started to have sex with her alone, finishing his second round. He fucked her chooť for five more minutes, and then he finally released his semen.
We both cleaned our lunďs with the water kept in a bottle in the room. That girl was looking at me with a fiery expression, as if she would leap up and eat me alive, silent in her humiliation.
The Sir wiped his mouth and smiled at me. "Did you have fun, Avi?" he asked, zipping up his trousers.
"Yes, I had fun," I admitted, pulling up my own pants. "But I want to have fun again tonight."
The Sir chuckled, buttoning his shirt. "Will you be able to do it again after all that?" he challenged me.
"You'll be left watching me," I boasted, my confidence soaring.
"You can have fun with her all night today," the Sir offered, nodding toward the girl, who was now dressing quickly.
"Is she going to stay here all night in the sports room?" I asked, surprised by the extreme arrangement.
"Yes," the Sir confirmed, adjusting his tie.
"Okay," I agreed instantly. "I'll do it once more now. Then I'll go home, eat dinner, and come back late tonight for the rest of the fun."
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I came near the sports room at 3:30 p.m., my entire body throbbing with anticipation, a dull ache in my groin. The moment had finally arrived. I wanted to see, and more urgently, I wanted to have sex. I hadn't had sex for the last one full month—two weeks before the exam and two weeks of the exam period with no breaks.
I started to peek inside through the dirty windowpane. The secret act hadn't started yet.
After a short while, the Principal Sir and that girl came into the room, their movements furtive and quick. As soon as they entered the room, both of them immediately started their work, shedding their clothes. They wasted no time in getting naked. The Sir bent that girl over, making her a "horse," and, without ceremony, put his lunď into her chooť.
I was waiting for this exact moment. I moved swiftly toward the sports room door, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I jammed a small piece of wood into the crack of the door and used the leverage to slowly lift the latch from the outside. They were so intensely busy having sex that they didn't even notice the soft grating sound. I opened the door slowly and slipped inside the small, cluttered room.
The Principal Sir's face was on the side opposite the door, so he saw me instantly. I closed the latch of the door again, securing us inside. I took a few steps and went to stand directly in front of the Sir, watching their rhythm.
That girl's eyes were squeezed shut, either in pain or pleasure. The Sir froze, his thrusting motion stopping completely as pure fear washed over his face. His eyes darted to the closed door, then back to my quiet, standing form. A knot tightened in my gut; I knew he was calculating how to save himself.
The Sir decided on his course of action. He started to thrust again slowly, re-establishing the motion. He looked at me, his eyes questioning, and then made a clear gesture with his head, asking if I wanted to have sex with the girl as well. I shook my head yes, my lips curling slightly into a greedy smile. I was thinking: *He didn't even say a word, he just agreed.* He was the principal of the college, after all, and he understood everything without me having to blackmail him.
That girl's eyes were still tightly closed, maintaining the rhythm with the Sir. I quickly took off my clothes. She opened her eyes, startled, hearing the sound of my clothes dropping to the floor. She saw my naked form and became instantly scared, her eyes wide with shock.
The Sir, maintaining his pace, quickly spoke to her, his voice low and firm. "Don't be scared, beta. He will also have sex with you. He is my special student, and he has earned the privilege," he commanded.
How could she possibly refuse the Principal Sir's direct order? I decided to take out my month-long sexual frustration on the Sir's new willingness to compromise. I took my rock-hard lunď near her mouth. She instantly understood the command, took my lunď in her mouth, and started to suck it vigorously. *She didn't even tell me her name the first day I asked!* As soon as this thought came, I started to fuck her mouth aggressively with my lunď, pumping in and out, setting a rough pace. The Sir was also continuing to fuck her chooť from behind, his rhythm steady.
The Sir was already done with his internal work. He took his lunď out of her chooť. There was a transparent object on his lunď—a condom. This was the first time I was seeing a condom being used during sex. The Sir quickly peeled the condom off his lunď and handed me a fresh one.
"Have you ever had sex before, Avi?" the Sir questioned, his brow raised.
"Yes, I have," I replied, my voice raspy.
"With a condom?" he asked, pointing to the wrapper.
"Not yet, never needed one," I admitted, looking at the wrapper in my hand.
"Here, put this condom on your lunď," the Sir instructed, gesturing with his hand.
"I don't know how to put on a condom," I confessed, my eyes on her waiting body.
The Sir sighed, seeing my lack of experience, and reached out. "I'll put it on for you quickly," he offered.
He smoothly put a condom on my lunď. I placed my lunď on her chooť entrance. I started to rub my lunď on her chooť for only a moment and then rammed it all inside in one long, hard thrust. A stifled scream came out of her mouth, a sound of sharp pain. The Sir immediately took his bare lunď and put it deep into her mouth, silencing her.
I had to take revenge for the month-long denial and for her silent arrogance in the classroom. Because of this, I started to thrust hard and fast without stopping. Suppressed, gagged sounds were coming out of her mouth, mixing with the slap of my body against hers. I held her waist tightly and started to pump relentlessly. The Sir was also doing his work. His lunď, which had become cold and soft after his climax, started to swell and harden in her mouth. After a short while, his lunď became fully hard again. Now the Sir started to fuck her mouth, matching my furious pace.
The Sir and I were now making a complete mess of her body. When I would thrust from behind, she would involuntarily move forward. As she would move forward, the Sir would thrust in her mouth, which would make her head move backward, and my lunď would go deeper into her chooť. When the Sir would thrust, she would move backward, which would make my lunď go more inside her chooť. But his lunď would come out of her mouth a little. I would instantly thrust from behind, which would make her move forward again, and the Sir's whole lunď would go back into her mouth.
We kept having sex with her like this, a merciless tag-team, for about twenty minutes. Because I hadn't had sex for an entire month, my semen came out quickly. I released my semen into her chooť, inside the rubber condom. My work was done, but the Sir's was still left to finish again. I took my lunď out of her chooť. As soon as I took my lunď out, the Sir took his lunď out of her mouth and put it back into her waiting chooť. Then the Sir started to have sex with her alone, finishing his second round. He fucked her chooť for five more minutes, and then he finally released his semen.
We both cleaned our lunďs with the water kept in a bottle in the room. That girl was looking at me with a fiery expression, as if she would leap up and eat me alive, silent in her humiliation.
The Sir wiped his mouth and smiled at me. "Did you have fun, Avi?" he asked, zipping up his trousers.
"Yes, I had fun," I admitted, pulling up my own pants. "But I want to have fun again tonight."
The Sir chuckled, buttoning his shirt. "Will you be able to do it again after all that?" he challenged me.
"You'll be left watching me," I boasted, my confidence soaring.
"You can have fun with her all night today," the Sir offered, nodding toward the girl, who was now dressing quickly.
"Is she going to stay here all night in the sports room?" I asked, surprised by the extreme arrangement.
"Yes," the Sir confirmed, adjusting his tie.
"Okay," I agreed instantly. "I'll do it once more now. Then I'll go home, eat dinner, and come back late tonight for the rest of the fun."
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