Stay in place.

Mark did his best to hide his glee as he watched Julie begin squirming in her seat. He quickly saw that Julie obliged his command to not wear a bra, as her nipples poked prominently outward, as she became more and more stimulated from the vibrations in her pussy. Mark couldn't wait; he had to see how far he could go. He turned the remote another notch, and watched as beads of sweat began forming on Julie's forehead. He silently giggled as Julie tried to nonchalantly survey the room. She was trying to gauge if anyone was watching, or maybe she might be able to figure out who was controlling her.

Julie bit down on her finger, trying to keep from moaning as the electrical sensations passed through her body. Her eyes even rolled back in their sockets on several occasions, as Julie felt her pussy gather moisture.

Mark turned it off, and Julie immediately let out a long sigh of relief, garnering everyone's attention. Miss Stevens again asked if everything was all right. Julie reassured her that it was. She was just extremely warm. That was evident because her face was flushed, and the beads of sweat were now rolling down her temples. Julie sank in her seat, embarrassed at her aroused state, and unable to control her reactions. Luckily for Julie, the rest of class was uneventful, and she was grateful. She didn't pay any attention to what the teacher was saying. All she could think about was how she was going to make it through the day, being tormented like she was.

The bell rang, shaking Julie from her dazed state. She slowly rose from her seat, and could feel the pooled wetness seep from between her legs. She began to worry that if this continued, she would have a noticeable wet spot, and that would be entirely humiliating. She nervously made her way down the hallway to second period, analyzing everybody that looked her way. She sat in her usual seat and opened her History book. Inside the front cover was another letter. She didn't know how the letters were getting there, but she knew whom it was from. She opened the carefully folded piece of paper and read the simple command. "When you can't take any more, go masturbate for relief." Julie fidgeted even more so in her chair, wondering what was going to happen. She couldn't ignore the slippery shaft in her silky sheath. Even though it wasn't turned on, the mere knowledge that it could go off at any moment triggered a unique, erotic sensation coursing through her body. Her nipples were getting hard again, as she thought about what might happen. Julie then realized she was spending more time wondering about what was going to happen, than reacting to what was happening. She now knew what real **** was all about.

Mr. Gideon greeted the class, and handed everyone two slips of paper, announcing a pop quiz. Julie freaked, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to concentrate. There were just too many distractions. The papers landed in front of Julie and she concentrated as best she could, until Mark turned it on. Julie's eyes flew wide open as she drew in a deep breath and held it as long as she could. She closed her eyes momentarily, and relaxed as much as possible, focusing on the questions before her. She was able to refocus despite the humming in her pussy. That's when Mark turned it up again. Julie bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out. Mark watched intently as he could make out Julie flexing her legs and hips ever so slightly, trying to hold back the release she so desperately needed. Julie knew she couldn't leave in the middle of a quiz. She had to finish it, or take whatever grade she had at that point. She had to keep up her grade point, so she suffered on, trying to answer the questions, despite feeling her orgasm build. She was in the middle of scribbling down an answer when Mark turned it up to three. Julie's head flew back, sending her hair flying. She stared at the ceiling, fighting back the urge to grab her tits and squeeze them. Her nipples were rock hard now, and she knew they were poking out for everyone to see. Julie bucked her hips forward as if she were fucking an imaginary lover. She squeezed her ass cheeks tighter with every thrust, trying to quell the flood that was building against her dam. She finished the last question with a cursory answer, snapping her pencil in two as Mark raised the tempo another notch.

"Meeesteerrrrrrr Ggggidddeeeeeeon," Julie feebly raised her hand as her legs began shaking and trembling. "Can I be excused?" Julie was already rising from her seat, before he even acknowledged her request. Julie didn't even hear him give permission, she simply ran towards the door, **** to seek quick relief. Just as she grabbed the doorknob, Mark turned it on full speed. Julie could hear the buzzing noise coming from between her knees. She crossed the narrow hallway, falling into the bathroom, and settled into a stall. She tore all her clothing from her body, just before ejaculating a clear stream of pussy juice from her hole. She was pissing cum! She had never done that before! It was too wild! She tugged on her sore nipples, elongating her orgasmic bliss, as wave after wave rippled through her convulsing body. She cried out, grabbing the fake phallus, pistoning it in and out at a furious pace, determined to bring about another orgasm, despite not having recovered from her earlier ministrations. She pumped the plastic rod in and out, twisting and turning it as she continued cumming, all over her hand. The vibrations were still buzzing as her clit rubbed against the ridges, tickling it into another frenzied release.

Julie kept fucking herself into oblivion with the dildo, until she realized that it was no longer buzzing. Julie stopped, panting heavily, looking over her sweat soaked body, and smelled the thick aroma of her sex that filled the room. She contemplated what her next moves should be. It was only second period. The day wasn't even half through. She wondered if she should reinsert the dildo, or whether her ordeal was over?