Accident waiting to happen

The classroom smelled of perfume and teenage hormones. Darren squeezed his eyes shut as Mrs. Blanch wheeled in the male torso simulator, its flaccid silicone penis dangling obscenely over synthetic testicles. The girls' excited whispers prickled the back of his neck like static electricity.

This isn't happening.

"Ladies," Mrs. Blanch purred, her manicured nails tracing the shaft with proprietary ease, "meet Mr. Happy 3000. State-of-the-art reproductive education technology." She flicked a hidden switch at the base of the spine. The torso shuddered to life, its mechanical breathing audible. "Fully responsive to touch. Get the technique right..."

She demonstrated, one long finger circling the tip and the silicone stiffened unnervingly fast.

"...and he'll reward you."

A forest of hands shot up.

"Miss, does it shoot real—"

"—average size or—"

"—taste like—"

Mrs Blanch smiled wide, her pearly white teeth shining from behind her red lipstick

"Ok girls, no its not real semen, its synthetic but it feels and tastes the same, and yes this can be the normal size for a man but some are smaller and some like my husband are much larger"

Darren's fists clenched under the desk. Nine times one is nine. Nine times two is eighteen. His mental math faltered as Sally's thigh pressed against his.

Darren had a crush on her for most of his life, she leaned in, her pigtails brushing his shoulder. "Is yours like that, Darren?" Her whisper carried the scent of bubble-gum. "I'm gonna picture you when it's my turn."

His eyes darted downward against his will. Sally's uniform shirt—thin white cotton—left nothing to imagination. Pink nipples hardening against the fabric.

"Like what you see?" She arched her back slightly. "Double D and I don't like wearing bras."

"WARNING: ERECTION DETECTED. WARNING."

The device in Darren's underwear blared in to life. Twenty seven heads swivelled in unison. Heat flooded his face.

"P-please, Miss, may I—"

"MRS. Blanch," the teacher corrected, her smile widening like a predator catching scent of blood. "And no, boy, you may not disrupt my lesson again."

Her stiletto clicked against linoleum as she turned. "Miss Smith! Front and centre for our first demonstration."

Sally's hand slid away but not before giving his trapped erection a parting squeeze. Darren watched, equal parts horrified and fascinated, as she sauntered to the demonstration table.

"Gloves first, Miss Smith," Mrs. Blanch instructed, holding out latex.

Sally pouted. "Can I go bare? Wanna feel the texture."

A beat. The teacher shrugged. "Regulations don't specify."

What followed was less a medical demonstration than an erotic horror show. Sally's first aggressive tug made the mechanical testicles smack audibly against the torso. Darren winced in sympathetic pain.

"Gentle, girl!" Mrs. Blanch snapped, nudging her aside. "Like this."

Her crimson nails danced over the shaft with practiced precision, twisting here, applying pressure there. Within seconds, the fake cock stood at attention, a bead of "pre-cum" glistening at the tip.

Sally's blue eyes darkened. "Can I... you know..." She mimed a mouth gesture.

Before Mrs. Blanch could respond, Sally engulfed the silicone in one smooth motion. A shocked gasp rippled through the class, as the teacher continued to pump the shaft.

"Mmm. Salty," she murmured around the shaft. Then—

SPLORCH

Thick ropes of synthetic semen splattered across Sally's chin, her neck, the front of her now-transparent shirt. The class erupted.

"That," Mrs. Blanch said drily, producing a sperm-scraping card from her desk, "is why we use collection cups." She began harvesting the faux ejaculate from Sally's chest with clinical efficiency. "Note the viscosity. Textbook healthy specimen."

Sally shivered as the card grazed her nipples. "Can I... clean up?"

Permission granted, she sauntered to the sink making sure to pass Darren's desk and doused herself liberally. Water turned her shirt into a second skin.

"WARNING: PRE-CUM DETECTED. UNAUTHORIZED EJACULATION IS A FELONY."

Mrs. Blanch's head snapped up. "Last warning, boy."

Then she called Mindy Li forward.

The exchange student approached with quiet confidence, her pleated skirt riding scandalously high. Darren caught a flash of bare thigh and buttock as she took position. Where Sally had been all brute ****, Mindy employed terrifying precision, her fingertips tracing veins, thumb circling the frenulum.

The fake cock began to leak and all eyes were on the action,

Until—

Squelch.

Disaster struck and Mindy slipped, One missed puddle of fake cum. One catastrophic slip. and Mindy slid on it, she released the cock and fell on her ass, legs open and short skirt around her waist.

Mindy's back was to the front of the class but the fake cock was on full display as it erupted over the student, Mindy swore in Cantonese and the other girls laughed.

Mrs Blanch struggled to contain herself and helped the student to her feet.

"Well done girl, that is a first, I don't think anyone has ever given one of these things a ruined orgasm, now lets get you cleaned up"

Mindy faced the class and raised her short skirt.

"Jesus Christ," Mrs. Blanch muttered. "Do any of you girls wear underwear?"

Silence.

The teacher sighed, scraping card at the ready. "Waxed or shaved, Miss Li?"

"Hot wax every Friday," Mindy replied matter-of-factly, spreading wider as Mrs. Blanch worked.

Sally's hand returned to Darren's thigh and he felt her fingertips brush his rock hard cock.

Mrs Blanch muttered "I cant get proper access with the card, I will have to use my finger, Mindy moaned softly as the tall Nigerian teacher removed every drop from her naked pussy.

It was too much. The scent of perfume. The slick sounds from the front. Sally's knowing fingers—

"ATTENTION: ILLEGAL EJACULATION IN PROGRESS. AUTHORITIES NOTIFIED."

The classroom door burst open before the first spasm finished. Mrs. Blanch dragged him bodily into the hall, his soiled pants broadcasting his shame to the entire school, it had all happened so fast, Darren was still trying to control his spurting cock as he was pulled through the school.

"FELONY IN PROGRESS. MALE STUDENT IN VIOLATION OF FERTILITY PRESERVATION ACT 3.1."

Screamed the device in his underwear.

Female Teachers peeked from doorways shaking their heads. Darren's face burned with humiliation.

Mrs Blanch threw Darren into the teachers rest room and both waited for the police.

Within minuets Darren could hear the sirens of a police car in the distance get louder, eventually two cops burst into the room

"Where is the illegal ejaculator" the first demanded

Mrs Blanches pointed at Darren who was sitting with his head in his hand, her eyes were wide and her smile stretched from ear to ear, "This is the dirty boy who ejaculated in my class, all I was doing was teaching the state ordered lessons"

Within minuets Darren was fitted with a chastity punishment device, and issued with three t-shirts all in pink with black writing "ILLEGAL EJACULATOR"

He was no longer allowed to wear any other clothing, the police left and Mrs Blanch hovered over him, "Well boy you were warned"