They laugh.

John couldn’t hear anything, at first. But the feeling in his cocklette told him everything. His sister and her friends were laughing at him, their guffawing echoed through the bathroom out to hall where others were sure hear, he thought. He opened his eyes and saw Samantha, holding onto the frame of the stall for dear life to keep her from falling. Tears were streaming down her face as John’s nub strained and twitched, drenching the pink panties in a stream of precum.

Kia had one hand around her mouth, struggling to contain herself at the sight of this. Her heavy DD breast quaking as her laughter squeaked out in tiny bursts.

His sister, Lindsay, held a haughty smirk on her face, looking quite pleased at the state her brother was in. Pathetic, shaking, and horny like the pervert she knew he always was.

“Well, well. Looks like mom was right, you really don’t deserve to wear men’s underwear. You should ONLY be in soft, pink girly panties.”

John’s mind was spinning. In all his wild dreams, he wouldn’t have imagined a day like this. The humiliation made him leak more, adding to the puddle from before.

Lindsay noticed and got a sudden idea.

“Mmm, so sensitive, little sister. What do you think Kia?”

Kia had gained her composure, and was now eyeing John with a sense of curiosity, one manicured finger massaging her dark lips, occasionally wetted by her lashing tongue.

“I’d say he’s about to pop.” She said, lust for this person’s further degradation in her eyes.

John’s eyes widened. He whimpered.

“Do it,” said Lindsay. Kia hooked both thumbs under her shirt, catching her bra as well, and lifted them up, revealing her delicious, buxom chest. Mocha-colored tits perky and soft in the fluorescent light. John could only take it in for a moment before...

“Oh god, oh fuck...”

He came in a torrent through the panties. Cum leaking onto the linoleum, pooling at his feet. The whole morning’s events flooding to him in this moment.

Photos around school, the janitor, the panties, the secretary, the cheerleading outfit. All of it flashed in his mind as his sister and her friend’s laughter filled the stall.

John thought he was going to black out from that explosive orgasm. He was sitting on the toilet when he regained his senses, the entourage of cackling teenage girls gone moments before, a voice carrying on about who was going to clean up the mess.

He sat up and regained his composure. Reaching to grab some toilet paper to wipe up what he could of the mess of pre and cum on the floor. He mopped up most of it from the souled panties as well, and placed the cold clammy fabric back over his nub and shivered.

He thought it best to just wait out the rest of the day in the stall for now. There was plenty of humiliation for his pathetic prick to be had now that his sister and her friends had witnessed it glory, or lack thereof.

Again, his nub twitched at the thought.