Your cock keeps sliding against the table

You look around to see where the other students are grabbing their textbooks from. Some of them have it in their bags, while some reach down under the chair.

So, you lean over to your side and try to grab your textbook, but you let out a low, and embarrassingly audibly groan as your dick slides against the bottom of the table.

After being denied two orgasms within the last ten minutes, your cock has become pretty sensitive to stimuli. You’re so close to the edge you know it won’t take much for you to cum your brains out.

You lean down just a bit more, your fingers ever so close to the brim of the cover of the text book, when your cock slips forward off of the desk and slams against the metal table leg. You breathe in sharply in pain, but also let out a not at all subtle moan. So unsubtle in fact that the women in the class are now looking at you.

“Did he just moan?!? That is so fucking hot!”

“Poor guy needs help. I’d be honored to relieve him~”

“I’d love to be that table right now; Being slapped by his fat cock”

“I always knew he was going to be a pervert!”

“A cute pervert! My kind of man~”

The class once again roars into sea of lewd or judgmental comments, but it seems most of the girls are fawning over you. You’re starting to think that even if you’d been allowed to wear clothes you’d be rather popular here, with how unabashedly horny some of the girls are.

You grow a bright shade of red as you try and hide your face in shame and embarrassment. But your lower half can’t say the same. Your erection is still strong, and you have created a tiny puddle of pre-cum under the table. Your body and mind are at odds with each other, and you don’t know how to feel about that.

“I know we like to have a bit of fun here, but we still need to get through the material today! Don’t let Heath distract you from learning, ladies.” McNelly says, waiting patiently for all the girls to calm down and return their focus to their books and presentation.

As she continues on with her lecture, you can barely focus on what is being said with how on edge you are. One wrong move, and you might just bust all over the floor. Too many women have seen you cum already today, and you don’t want more girls to add on that list.

“Do you want to borrow my textbook? I’ve already gotten most of this stuff written down, so I wouldn’t mind…” Beth says to you, scratching her head nervously.

“Sure, thanks…” You reply back.

Beth bends over towards you to grab her textbook from under her seat, but as she does so you get an up close view of her cleavage. Where as the other girls have their uniforms buttoned up, her massive boobs prevent her from fully closing hers.

You look down into her cleavage and see her round sex mounds rub up against each other as she leans downward. They look soft and supple. You can only imagine what they might feel like if you could get your hands on them.

Your mind goes blank as your lust starts to overwhelm you again. The thought of sticking your dick inside her cleavage and feeling her breasts against your hard cock has your penis twitch and pulsate.

“This would be so much easier to deal with if everyone weren’t so fucking hot!” You think to yourself. Truly, the one thing that will make this year the best and worst for you is being surrounded by beautiful women 24/7.

If the school was all dudes, it would still be embarrassing, but you could at least not be horny all the time. Hell, if the women here were modest you’d probably be able to control yourself, but they’re all just so beautiful and sexy, whether intentionally or not, and a lot of them seem to love to tease and egg you on.

You give up trying to hold back. The class right now is focused on the lecture, so you think you’ll be clear to relieve yourself. It’s risky, but you can’t handle it anymore.

You take your right hand and grab your cock, the feeling of jacking off in public still surreal. You waste no time in stroking up and down the length of your cock, gently rubbing yourself out.

“Fuck this feels good…” You think to yourself. You bite your own lip to keep yourself quiet, hoping the others haven’t noticed you. Your heart races as you know this will totally get you in trouble, but you don’t care anymore, you’re loving it.

Your mind drifts to thoughts of you having your cock surrounded by Beth’s beautiful breasts, giving you a boob job rivaling the very real one you got from Rachel earlier today. The thought of her pillowy mounds bringing you to climax has you nearing the edge yourself, and you start panting from pleasure.

But as you are jerking off, you hear a short, barely audible gasp from Beth.

Your heart stops and eyes go wide as your gaze moves away from her chest and to her face. Beth looks mortified with her cheeks stained a deep crimson red. You don’t know if she is embarrassed or offended, neither is good for your case.

You panic and scramble your hands around your cock trying to hide it. You desperately push it down between your legs and squeeze them shut around your cock, ashamed you were caught by the same girl you were masturbating to.

Beth nervously looks down at her cleavage and back at your pelvis, and puts two and two together. She looks down at the ground, biting her lip a little before handing you the book with shaky hands. After that, she sits back up and stares blankly at her desk, trying her hardest to not stare back at you.

“Shit! She thinks I’m a total creep now! She’s totally going to report me to the principal!” You panic. You hate yourself for succumbing to your urges. You wonder what went wrong in your life to lead you to masturbating in public like this.

“Erm, were you masturbating to me?” Beth says in a low whisper, still not looking at you directly.

You don’t know what to say to such an insane question. How do you even respond to that? Obviously saying yes will make you look like the biggest pervert on the planet, of which you are starting to think you might be, but if you say no it’s pretty clear you’d be lying.

“I’ve.. never had a guy masturbate to me before.” She says in a low, almost appreciative voice.

Now you really don’t know how to respond. On the one hand you think she might not be mad and report you, but it’s humiliating that she knows the answer. And why does she almost sound grateful?