Why not?!

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You prepare to give Emma another blast. But where, this time? In your blissful arousal it's difficult to make decisions with your upper brain. Just plastering her face more seems somehow boring. Instead...

Spurt spurt spurt

You tip the head of your dick down the collar of her blouse, soaking her tits and bra in another full 20x helping of baby batter. The inside of her top starts to get wet and sticky, clinging to the flesh and turning translucent. It looks half-sexy, half-disgusting.

Your dick wants to go again, again again! But this is getting silly quickly. The poor girl has surely been your victim for long enough. She's going to have to walk home like that. No need to make the poor girl suffer even more.

And then...

"Lucy, why is your hand down your pants? Are you masturbating?" Matt says in a shocked voice.

"Fuck." Lucy's hand shoots out of her waistband, but it's too late. Most people have seen.

Matt grabs her hand. "Your fingers are sopping wet!"

He sniffs them. "That is definitely pussy juices. You pervert!"

"I'm not a pervert, it was my task!" She whines. "And now... and now you've ruined everything."

"What was your prescribed punishment for getting caught, Lucy?" Miss Kellum demands.

"The guy that caught me... gets to do whatever he wants to me, whenever I'm not masturbating." Lucy admits through gritted teeth. "Until the end of school."

Matt's eyes widen. "Anything?!"

Lucy rolls hers. "Anything. But in your dreams, fatty. I'm going to keep these fingers in my cunt all day." And with that, her hand dives back into her waistband.

Several boys stand up, ready to whip their cocks out.

"If you're masturbating, you know what that means." A boy called Ben says in an excited voice.

"You can ejaculate on her when class is over." Miss Kellum says casually. "Until then, ejaculate on Emma, or get back to your worksheet."

"Emma's already coated." Ben complains. "I'll wait for the bell."

The other boys seem to also decide to save their loads for Lucy.

"This fucking sucks." Lucy mutters.

I don't like it when girls complain about my rules. You think to yourself. It makes me want to write more.