Making a Mess

You never in a million years expected to be dancing with Rose in the middle of a group of the prettiest girls you had ever known, or that you would be inches away from them all grinding away on your teammates the way they were... Each one of them were wearing a dress similar to Rose's, which was a blue, open-back, satin cocktail dress; some girls had shorter dresses, and some more had leg slits that drew your eye, but you didn't have much time to keep looking around, because to fit in with the rest of the cheerleaders and players, Rose pulled your hands to clasp her waist as she backed her cute butt into your crotch and began to dance on you. She had you straining against your chastity cage seconds into the first song, and the hardness of it pushing into her caught her attention immediately, but her smile back at you made you think that she just thought you were extremely eager...

The fabric of your pants was thin, and the softness of the thong your mom had picked out for you to wear tonight, left you with no defense against the pleasure and heat Rose was forcing on you. Her dress was perfectly pushed between her cheeks, and after only a few songs the bulge of your cage was started to be obvious because of the heat and pressure, along with the slow and steady leaking of your pre-cum. It was only around the 3rd song that you started to feel like you had to go; to cool off and clean yourself up, but Rose had just turned to face you for a kiss as the song was ending. As her tongue pushed into your mouth her hand went down to feel your crotch; and you had no time to react before her hand was cupping your swollen, **** balls. She pulled back and looked at you in shock, unknowingly letting her hand get a coating of the slime that was oozing through the front of your pants.

It was hard to hear what she said over the music, but what you understood was, "...so heavy... do you wanna come...?" before she started pulling your towards the restroom. You happened to make eye contact with Marcus as Rose led you away and he gave you a thumbs up, which you shakily returned. Every other guy would love to be following Rose right now, but you were terrified! How were you going to explain what you were wearing? The panties? The cage? The fact that you hadn't cum like a real man in weeks?

Luckily the path to the restroom was an easy one, as the big group of Super Seniors was clearly dominating everyone else's attention. Rose dragged you into a stall and before you could stop her she was attacking your fly, trying to get your pants down. Your pleas fell on deaf ears as she cooed at you, bit her lip in anticipation, and unleashed your bulging, panty-clad, package inches from her face, your balls clearly making up most of it, and the outline of your chastity cage hiding your cock from view...

"What the fuck?!"

After a very tense minute of explanations, excuses, and lies, Rose was calm enough to listen. And she became intensely curious as to how it all was supposed to work; and had you standing in front of her while she sat on the toilet as you stood in front of her, being inspected by her hands and eyes.

"So you're doing all this because your mom wants to write a book? Isn't she just a team physician now? And if that explains the cage, then why are you wearing a thong? Don't you get... backed up if you're in this thing all the time? You look so swollen down here. What do you mean, "your mom milks you"? You say it gets a lot bigger when the cage comes off, right? Couldn't you have gotten it off tonight? I was hoping we could... you know."

And just as you were trying to convince Rose that you could show her a good time in other ways, the door to the bathroom swung open and two people entered the bathroom. You froze in place when you heard their voices, but Rose quickly pulled her feet up off the ground and put her heels into your stomach, so anyone that saw under the stall would only see one pair of legs, whose pants were around their ankles as they stood in front of the toilet... You recognized the voices as Ms. Walton and Coach Hester.

"You can lock the door from the inside? Why is that a thing? You have a habit of fucking hotties in here Coach?"

"Nope, just fine ladies like yourself... Now you going to make good on what you were saying earlier or do you need a reminder of what got your attention in the first place?"

"Ooo why don't you get that big cock of yours out... I want you inside me again."

The sound of frenzied kissing, moaning, and grunts filled your ears as you pictured what your favorite teacher had been wearing to the dance tonight and how she was currently getting it on with your football coach just feet away from you. She had simply looked like temptation itself in a little black dress tonight; so you couldn't blame Coach one bit for hitting on her, but there was no way you could have imagined her being interested in him! Much less them actually having sex, in the school, during the Homecoming dance. A heavy slam into the stall wall jarred you from your thoughts as Coach entered Ms. Walton from behind; their feet giving away their position as you could see under the stall from your place against the wall opposite. Without thought, you started getting hard in your cage to Ms. Walton's moans and breathy "fucks!" as Coach grunted away at her. Visions of what had to be Coach's big, black cock churning up Ms. Walton's insides as his thrusts made her ass clap against his thighs filled your mind... Rose's legs weighed heavy in your hands even as time seemed to fly by, but the more pressing concern was the fact that your leaking cage caught the eye of Rose; who was staring at it with a look halfway between revulsion and desire. It had been a while since your last supervised orgasm and you were so backed up that the sound of Ms. Walton getting absolutely fucked out inches away from you had you ready to burst without as much as a touch to your dick, or any other stimulation you had gotten increasingly used to over the last few weeks...

"Oh my god... pick me up baby, I want you to pin me to the wall and make me cum!"

Hearing Coach pick her up and redouble his efforts made you give in to your interracial reverie, and as Coach and Ms. Walton began to climax you couldn't hold back any longer. In slow motion, you made eye contact with a wide-eyed Rose just as your caged cock sent a single jet of cum rocketing towards her face. It hit her neck and chin, while the rest you were able to stop somewhat as it caught in your cage and dribbled down onto her legs and dress. You weren't really sure if it had been 5 minutes, or 30, since they had entered the bathroom, but Coach and Ms. Walton spent at least a few more making out as Coach kept her pinned up against the stall wall; his dick, no doubt, buried to the hilt inside her...

"How long as it been, Coach? It feels like your dickhead grew three times as big when you came! Oh my god, that was EXACTLY what I needed tonight..." Coach let Ms. Walton slide from his arms and off his dick.

"Just about a week without... that's just about all I can handle without at least taking care of myself, but you made it worth it!"

Ms. Walton's ass dropped into view from under the stall; she was still wearing a cute, red thong that Coach had clearly just pulled aside, and now she was kneeling in front of Coach, marveling at how full his condom was.

"Jesus, I was right! It's like you grew a whole 'nother bulb on the end of your dick! God, that's a lot of cum... Next time we hook up you better save up again. I want to feel it all over me next time, instead of in a rubber."

"Here, let me see it, I always thought it was funny to try and stick these to the ceiling when I get done, there's no way this one will stick, it's too heavy, but it's gonna make a hell of a splash!"

Laughing like a teenager, Coach lobbed his used condom up at the ceiling tile above the stall you and Rose were in, while Ms. Walton let out a girlish shriek trying to get out of its trajectory. The impact sent semen across the ceiling and down into your stall, and before you could react the condom itself fell onto your horrified face with a healthy *smack*. It was still absolutely, shockingly full of cum. You flinched and shook it off your face, much like a cat might when someone throws cheese at it, but since you were still holding Rose's feet the condom just found a new resting place to ooze its contents on. Rose couldn't help but react, kicking her feet even as you tried desperately to hold onto them in an attempt to dislodge the spent rubber, sending it flopping limply to the floor, landing nicely in the pile of your pants and panties. As Coach and Ms. Walton left the bathroom, you and Rose could finally assess the damage.

"I can't believe you came on me! And just from hearing Ms. Walton get fucked, you sick little pervert!" Rose shouted as she stood up and began slapping your chest before wiping her neck and face with some tissues.

"I'm so sorry! It just all kinda just... happened... and look at me! I just got hit by the biggest water balloon full of cum ever and look like a mess... I mean, look at the size of this thing. I can't believe that Ms. Walton could even... do that..."

Holding the condom was oddly mesmerizing as you couldn't imagine how Ms. Walton could even fit something that massive inside her, and it definitely affected Rose as well, her complaints about you being a pervert went silent.

"Wow, there's actually still cum inside it after all that? God, it's all over the stall too, and the walls... you... Ew, maybe I shouldn't complain, it looks like you just took a facial, not me! That's so gross Chris... Let me help you clean up."

It took a while, but you and Rose were finally able to remove most visible traces of cum from her dress and your clothes, and even though you could wash your hands and face, you both still felt a little sticky and embarrassed as you slipped out of the bathroom. The dance was starting to wind down, and it was no problem finding a place out of the way to make up a story of where you had been in case anyone asked, but after a few minutes of standing around it became obvious nobody would, they were all absorbed in the last slow dance song that had just started. Rose seemed calm enough to want to dance again, just for the last bit, so you both rejoined the dance floor, just along the edges and shared an intimate kiss. It was a nice return to normal after all that you had both been through, and it almost pushed thoughts of the erotic display in the bathroom out of mind until you both spotted Coach and Ms. Walton chatting near the exit when you started to leave. They gave you and Rose a friendly smile and Coach even gave you a fist bump as you walked past, and you were mortified but returned it all the same. Rose couldn't stop freaking out about it once you were back in the limo, but to everyone else the conversation was all about the after party at your house... You wondered if you could get your mom to let you out of your cage for just this one night?