She keeps wanking, you can’t hold it…

Mrs. Kunt made no actions that suggested she planned to grade papers this homeroom period. She just continued stroking my penis, sitting there with her legs crossed, seemingly lost in thought as she stared at my genitals.

She looked up, saw me looking back at her, and seemed to know she had been caught staring. “Oh! I was just… err… uh…” She blushed, and tried to semi-change the subject. “Tell me if and when you think you’re about to c… err… ejaculate.”

The thing is I wasn’t about to cum, I was about to pee, a lot, and I was currently incapable of telling her anything, not that I didn’t try. I could only get out a groan before the flow began.

The tight way Mrs. Kunt held my penis made the urine trickle out of the top, as opposed to shooting out like a hose, wetting her small hand and white buttoned sleeve before she realized what was happening.

She let out an “Oh!” when she noticed, almost more of a chirp than a word.