Condom

You're on the bus, with no condom between your sensitive dick and the tight, ribbed fabric of your cock sock. You should have worn a longer skirt, fashion be damned. Still, you figured you could take it. You weren't like most girls, drooling your way through two, maybe three condoms a day. You could usually get by with just one, and not even toss it full when you changed after school. Maybe you'd need two if you had gym. Regardless, you kept looking around to see if anyone had noticed your missing article, as if they could see your penis in all its nakedness. Shifting in your seat, you try to not let your vulnerability bother you. This train of thought was keeping you gently throbbing, which certainly wouldn't help. At least you had worn black socks, so maybe with careful management you could get through the day without anyone noticing.

You glance across the aisle, and sitting a couple seats back from you is Brooke, texting on her phone. Her forearm-sized penis was dangling below the seat between her legs, clad in a striped stocking. Brooke was the embodiment of a ripe fruit, plump and dripping with juices. You hadn't even gotten to school, and already her condom was forming a bulbous protuberance at the end of her dick, slowly filling with fluid. You face forward and smirk to yourself. If she ever forgot her condom -correction- condoms, she'd be spattering the floor in minutes.

The bus made another stop, and Michael stepped on. You self-conciously adjust your penis as you see him casually check you out. You lock eyes for just a moment before he starts walking towards his seat, and you feel your heart flutter. You also feel a small drop of precum soak its way into the end of your sock. You sigh and roll your eyes. This isn't going to work.

You make it through most of the day without incident. A few slow dribbles had been coaxed from your penis by a daydream involving Michael, his tongue, and your naked body, but otherwise your sock remains relatively dry. As you're pulling some books from your locker, you glance across the hall and see Braden forming a cage against the wall with his lean, muscular arms. Gazing up at him with wide eyes is meek and buxom Brooke. Her dick starts to fatten and twitch from beneath her pleated skirt, and she squeezes it between her thighs. Braden was known to be a bit of an animal, and all of the girls' dicks drooled for him. Trapped between him and the wall, Brooke is practically pleading to be ravaged. You bite your lip in erotic sympathy as you see Braden run a hand down Brooke's face, then down her blouse, which is tented by her torpedo tits topped with obscenely erect nipples. Apparently you aren't the only braving the elements. She bites her lip and turns red as he tugs on one of her teats, and her fat dick throbs from between her clenched thighs. You see her striped sock distend as she releases into her condom, and with shuddering gasps she slides a couple of inches down the wall. Braden gives a cruel chuckle and strides away, leaving her slowly blinking the lust from her eyes. Brooke quickly looks to see if anyone had been watching. Then she looks down at her dick with a dopey smile, and prods the dangling sack of cum. As casually as if it were routine, which it frankly was, she pinches the condom where it met her dick to keep it from falling loose and trots off to the bathroom, cum sloshing and breasts swaying.

You release your breath, and suddenly become aware of a wet sensation. Your own penis is throbbing with your heart beat, fat and swollen, and you can see the beginnings of a wet glisten forming at the end of your moistening sock. Dammit, this isn't going well. You aren't soaked through yet, so maybe if you try really hard you can make it through the day without starting to drip on the floor.

"Hey Hermione, what's got you so hot and bothered?"

It's Alison, your best friend, who has just arrived to get her books from her locker. She's looking expectantly at your still turgid dick, and hopefully hasn't noticed your uncontained run-off. Alison is a thin, athletic girl, with pert breasts and a long penis. She often teases you for your girth and your wide hips, but it's all in good fun.

"You should have seen it, Alison. Braden grabbed Brooke's tits and made her fill her bag."

Alison unconsciously places her hand at the base of her dick. It gives a slight twitch, dangling in a white sock from beneath her daringly short skirt. She knew she was long, and she shows it all off. You can see that she has a bit of pre collected in the tip of her condom, though not enough to warrant a change. "Oh my god, I wish I had been here for that. Braden is such a stud. And listen, I know this is really weird to be counting and all, but I think that was Brooke's fifth condom today."

You guffaw. "Are you serious? I mean, I guess that makes sense. She's a like a leaky faucet."

Alison absently plays with her balls, with gentle tugs, so her panties disappear between them. With her hand beneath her miniskirt, she's giving you a generous view.

Personally, you prefer briefs, and usually keep your balls covered.

"Again, I know this is weird and all, but sometimes I watch her in class and I swear I can see her condom filling." Alison was kind of a pervert. She has a voyeuristic streak, that's for sure. "And Hermione, you won't believe what Jenna told me. She said she saw Brooke drinking her own cum when she went to change. She probably does it all the time."

Alison's right, you don't really believe it. But that doesn't make it any less hot.

Her eyes glaze and she licks her lips. "I'll bet that's why she spews like a public fountain, the slut." She suddenly leans down with a puzzled expression, and you feel her breath on your penis, evaporating your cum and giving you chills. "Hermy, did you dip your cock in the toilet or what? Your sock looks wet."

"You've got to help me get a condom."