Focus on Sarah

You stare eagerly as she leans back in a yawn, giving you a great view of cleavage as you stare at the round, smooth shape of her tit, the best parts unfortunately obscured by her bra. You grin as she gently scratches the soft flesh around the edge of her bra before a voice breaks you from your trance.

"Enjoying the view?" Julie smiles at you, her hand resting on your crotch, her warm palm right over your bulging hard-on.

"I wasn't peeking, I was trying to see what page you're on!" you say quickly.

"It's OK," Julie smiles, her fingers wrapping around your bulge as her other hand unbuttons your trousers. "I won't tell. Go back to your peeking."

You nod, turning back and looking at Sarah. Her breasts peek out from the bra as you stare eagerly at it, imagining kneading it in your hands and pulling down her bra to suck on her tit. Julie's hand tightens firmly around your dick as she begins to jerk you off slowly. You turn to look at her, but she freezes her grip.

"Focus on her, not me," Julie chastises.

You focus back on Sarah. She's leaning back in boredom, her legs spread absent-mindedly as you get a glimpse up her long legs. You think you can see her black panties underneath, although its a vague sight. Sarah scratches her tits as you watch it jiggle. You grin as Julie's grip tightens and she speeds up with your handjob, rough and fast. Sarah's hand drops below her skirt as she accidentally lifts it up further, giving you a sight of her black panties with its frilly white lace at the edges as she scratches it gently.

With that, you shoot your load, covering the bottom of the table with your jizz.

"Oh!" you groan loudly.

"Mr O'Leary, you know the answer?" the teacher asks, happy someone's paying attention to him.

You pause, noticing the teacher and the entire class' attention is now on you. Fuck, say a Geography term!

"Uh... a sand spit?" you say

"Close enough, Mr O'Leary. It's a tombolo. A sand spit becomes a tombolo when it connects to an island. Well, at least you tried to answer. At least somebody's paying attention, huh?""

"Oh, thanks," you smile awkwardly, as Julie pops your cum-covered cock back inside your boxers waistband and buttons up your trousers.

You watch as she raises her hand to her lips, her long, wet tongue licking the cum dripping from between her fingertips.

"You and your cousin are super hot, you know that? Fuck, your entire family tree must be hot."

"Yeah... I mean gross," you say as Julie laughs.

The bell rings, and you decide to quickly make your escape from the class to avoid talking to your cousin with the smell of cum floating up to your nostrils. You quickly head to the bathroom and wash Tiny Jack off and the boys. Once they're clean you feel a rumbling in your stomach. Food time.