As I felt my cock sliding out of her slit, I decided I had had enough of chemistry for one day. I quickly wished that my cock would be back in my pants like normal. I felt my boxers on it again, and knew that it was OK. Trisha, exhausted from our second session of the day, was leaned against me, eyes closes, still gasping for air. "You want to get out of here?" I asked.
Without opening her eyes, she smiled and said "Uh-huh."
"Good, then," I said. I wished that no one in the class would notice that we were about to leave class, and that no one would think it was wrong for us to leave. As I was about to stand up, I thought my wish sounded a little too vague. So I fixed it by wishing that we would not get in trouble for leaving class. "Come on, let's go," I said. She stood up and I followed. We marched right out of the room without anyone saying a word to us, or even seeming to take note of our departure.
"Where are we going?" Trisha asked once we were in the hallway.
"Back to the locker room," I said. "It's the only place where we can get some privacy."
"But, Joe," she protested, "Gym classes start next period."
"Hmm," I said, forgetting that little bit of information. "You're right. But I wish that all gym classes for today were cancelled and no one would enter the locker room unless I wish them to." She smiled wide as I said, "They aren't starting now."
We descended the flight of stairs to the school's first floor where the locker room was located. We got there and I swung the door open wide for her, like a true gentlemen. I looked around and didn't see anyone in the hall, so I wished I was naked and my cock was fully erect. I ducked into the room and ran right up behind Trisha, who had not turned around. She was greeted with the feeling of my cock entering her ass.
She grunted and asked, "What are you doing?" Her grunt seemed to be half pain and half pleasure.
"We're going to do it hard," I said. With my cock still engaged in her, I directed us in front of one of the rows of the locker. She quickly slammed her hands against them, bracing herself for the thrusts I was about to make. "Uhh," she grunted again. I was puming her ass hard and sharp. Her grunts reflected this.
"Enjoying yourself?" I asked, somewhat grunting myself as I thrust in and out of her.
"Yes," she grunted. "This...is...un...real."
"We're just getting started," I said. I came into her and I noticed fluid dripping out of her pussy. Apparently, she didn't need to be fucked there in order to get off. I spun her around and started to suck her tits. Again, she grunted in a combination of pain and pleasure. "Ohh," she moaned.
After bringing her mammaries to full attention, we moved into the showers. Just as I had done earlier with Lindsey, we fucked as the water cascaded over our sweaty bodies. We did it once standing and once on the floor in the shower. In between our constant fucking, I was able to notice something odd. I made Trisha come each time. Not only that, but I came each time. I assumed that she was able to climax each time because of her desire for me. But I couldn't figure out why I could. Had I been naturally blessed with some kind of amazing sexual stamina? As far as I could tell, the answer was 'yes.'
After we came into each other for the fifth time today, I felt a little exhausted. So did Trisha. She asked, "Can we take a break for a few minutes?"
"Sure," I said between breaths. I wished for the water to stop running over us. We sat on the floor of the stall dripping wet. "Enjoying this punishment so far?"
"A part of me wants to kill you," she said. "Like 0.1% of me."
"And how does the other 99.9% of you feel?" I asked, fully expecting what her answer would be.
"It wants more and more," she said, "but I need a minute to rest some time, I suppose."
"I wasn't too rough, was I?" I asked after we were both silent for a moment. Too be honest, I didn't want to make her feel totally uncomfortable. I certainly didn't want to do any damage to her, as if I was raping her or something. This wasn't rape, was it? I shook off such thoughts. That would only lead to trouble.
"No," she said. "I liked it. No one's ever done me like that before. It was different, but it still felt good."
"OK," I said. Silence returned to the room as we continued to breathe heavily and collect our thoughts. I let my mind drift for a minute. Then, suddenly, we heard the locker room's outer door burst open. Holy shit, I thought. I must have let someone else come into the room. But who?