English

Michael gingerly walked with his sister, heading to where his English class apparently was. They passed by two boys casually conversing, ignoring the fact that one was completely nude and being furiously sucked off by a girl who had apparently elected to leave the house without pants. As they turned to enter the classroom, Michael saw a boy knocked over and quickly stripped by a horny gaggle of girls.

Tabitha giggled.

"I keep forgetting we have chair sharing now."

There certainly were less chairs, perhaps fifteen, nearly all of which were occupied.

"Well, have fun!"

In a quick, fluid motion his sister pantsed him, leaving him bottomless, followed by a playful swat to his left cheek. The shock prompted Michael to step forward, and before he realized what had happened, his underwear was gone. He only had a T-shirt on in public, in class. His cock was sticking straight out for all to see.

"Thanks Tabby," a girl walked up to Michael, grasping his genitals with her left hand. Without self-identification, he could somehow tell she was Scarlet. She stood there, wearing a blue miniskirt and no top, clearly exposing her panty-less crotch.

"I'll take it from here."

By the time the Mr. Murdoch began the class, the students had already fallen into a rhythm of thrusting, riding, and blowing. Scarlet had been quick to impale herself on Michael's cock, her excessive fluids dripping down to his crotch and slightly onto the floor. He had already ejaculated once, making a loud moan that had gone completely unremarked in the busy classroom.

"Hmm, Scarlet, would your penis come up to solve this problem?" Murdoch asked.

Scarlet's... huh? She clearly had only female bits, Michael thought, observing them being lifted off of him.

Oh.

He meant me.

Awkwardly, Michael stood up and headed to the front of the classroom (two girls attempted to grope him) and took the offered piece of chalk. The problem was easy: but he almost began shaking as he imagined his predicament. He was standing in front of a full classroom, his dick dripping with a girl's fresh juices, still hard, completely naked from the navel down. He suddenly became aware of his bare feet on the tile floor: he was stepping in some kind of liquid, probably feminine.

As he finished up the problem, he felt the lustful gazes of his female classmates attacking his bare rear like directed lasers. A sudden awareness of the bizarreness of his situation, along with the knowledge that every girl in that room would violate him if they weren't otherwise occupied sent a jolt through Michael's body. It somehow pushed him over the edge, and he grasped his member as it ejaculated once, then twice, then three times, then four times.

The sexual pressure remained, and his dick was still hard. But enough white fluid to make a small milkshake lay on the wall, slowly dripping down.

The teacher paid the event no mind.

Michael thought he heard snickers as he walked back to Scarlet's desk. She interrupted her masturbation to stand up, and promptly mounted him again once he was situated.

"You pervert," she grinned, almost lecherously.

He soon creampied her again.