Your dick springs free

Looking away for a moment, Sue made a slight adjustment in the angle she was stroking my crotch, when I could suddenly feel the slightest hint of a breeze on the head of my penis. I looked down in horror to see that a sliver of pinkish flesh was suddenly visible through the front slit in my underwear. No one else seemed to notice, but I knew that the small button that held the hole mostly closed couldn't withstand the constant movement and pressure much longer.

I didn't want to say or do anything that might draw attention to the situation, which all in all may have been a moot concern, seeing as they had unbuttoned my pants and were massaging my obviously errect member already.

It was then that Mrs. Kunt spoke again. "I've got it, Sue."

She crouched down as Susan stood up, and replaced Susan's hand with her own.

This last movement was the straw that broke the camels back, or the stroke that unbuttoned the John's button, so to speak. The entire length of my shaft slipped through the hole, and the fabric fell flat around it. So now I had my dick sticking out, in class, while it was being rubbed by my teacher and the occassional student, while the whole class was watching intently.

Mrs. Kunt immediately noticed the change in texture, and looked down at her hand. She blushed and looked away quickly, trying to act as if she didn't notice, to save us both the embarassment. Which didn't really work.

Everyone was clearly watching now. A few girls sitting far away, listening to their headphones, had taken them off and stood up, looking at me over the shoulders of their classmates. Mrs. Kunt continued to massage up and down the length of my penis, perhaps not wanting to move her hand away in order to continue her charade of innocence. Some unidentified person in the room wolf whistled, and Mrs. Kunt shot an angry glance in her direction, before sending her eyes back to mine.

"Everything's going to be alright, John. We have the nurse on the phone right now."

Everything was going to be more than alright. The pain, thanks to the attention of Mrs. Kunt and my fellow students, had nearly completely subsided. Any moans and groans I made now were of pleasure, not pain. The situation was humiliating, but even more so exhilerating. How often does one get a handjob from your homeroom teacher?

Susan was digging around in her bag between glances at the scene right beside her. Reaching in extra deep, her hand emerged holding a white plastic bottle of something. She took off the cap and brought it over.