Allison Couldn't Help

You're sitting at your desk in final period, and your sock is still damp, and inescapably growing damper. As sympathetic as she was, Alison doesn't have any extra condoms to lend you, nor an extra sock. Apparently she isn't one to travel prepared.

Alison is up at the board giving a presentation on the water cycle. You can tell she's still horny from fantasizing about Brooke's loose valve and your bare member. As she paces in front of the class, her dick lazily bobs as only a swollen dick does, instead of her usual relaxed, flaccid swing. Though she had just changed earlier, there's already a noticeable amount of cum collected in her fresh condom. She seems distracted, and keeps looking at the back of the room whenever she speaks to the class. You turn and see why.

There's Braden, at it again. He's apparently sexting Brooke, as they keep looking at their laps and then glancing at each other. Brooke's face is flushed. You can see her condom slowly filling again, for what likely won't even be the final time that day. What kind of mess must that girl wake up to every morning? She probably sleeps in the bathtub.

Alison is obviously turned on. Her dick swings past her knees at this point, slowly exposing its midriff as it extends. Her unfortunately risqué skirt is being lifted by it just enough to give you a view of her balls. She begins stumbling over her words, and Mr. Reposh, your teacher, watches her presentation with a concerned expression. You can tell that the whole class is captivated by the circles and figure eights her penis's head traces in the air.

Braden, with a devilish grin, becomes aware of Alison's attention. He gives her a smouldering leer, relishing the control he has over her, and blows her a kiss.

Alison's balls draw up. She doesn't cum often, but when she does, it's always big. "As the water evaporates it leaves the salt behiiaaafuckohmygod!" Alison's legs buckle, and with a mortified expression she blows her load into her condom, long and hard. Her sock slides halfway down her dick as the condom swells. Her dick is still throbbing and pumping when she falls to her knees. The balloon of cum hits the floor with a plop, only tenuously attached to the head of her penis. The whole class had been concordant with Alison's sexual tension, but now they gasp and chuckle at her quiet sobs and involuntary lurches.

Mr. Reposh sharply stands up from his desk and strides to where Alison is recomposing herself after cumming in front of the class. "Please everyone, show some respect. This can happen to anyone, and you don't need to be making it harder than it already is." He reaches out his hand in a misjudged attempt to help Alison to her feet. She ignores him, as both of her hands are occupied in collecting her burgeoning condom and shoving it back up her shaft as she desperately tries to keep her glans concealed. Mr. Reposh lifts her by her arm instead. He steadies the stupefied girl, then leads her to the door. He looks purposefully at her, but she won't meet his eyes. "Go change yourself, and please try to keep control in the future."

Alison shuffles from the room, cum in hand.

Mr. Reposh shuts the door and turns a hard glare towards Braden, who had been congratulating himself with his buddies, mimicking Alison's mid-orgasm expression. "Mr. Osborn, I saw what you did. I will be speaking to you after class. And by god, Brooke, go change your condom. It's much too full." He walks back to his desk. "Okay, we have time for one more presentation. Hermione, will you step up to the board?"

You look up from your desk and brush your hair from your flushed face. Your dick is in your backpack, still dripping through your sock after shooting a sizeable load. You try to give him a pleasant smile while your back gently spasms. "I'd rather not, if that's okay."