You go to algebra class

Mr. Knobbs hands you some paper towels and you begin cleaning yourself and the floor. He writes you a note for being late while you get up all the gooey mess that you made. You'll definitely need the note, since the bell for the next class rings before you finish.

You grab your books in a hurry and head for your second class. The lights flicker in the empty hallway, the school is too cheap to have fixtures that work properly. You open the door to algebra class as quietly as possible. Jane is in this class too, so you do not want to attract her attention. You walk through the door and see an empty locker room.

You walk back out to the hallway. No, this is the right door, this should definitely lead to Mrs. Cladfield's algebra class. The school gym is on the other side of the building. You go back through and find the locker room again. You wander around and find a locker with your name on it. You open it up and see nothing but a tiny, yellow speedo.

"What the fuck?" you ask to the empty room. You put the speedo back and head through the door at the other end of the room.

You step out onto a sunny, tropical beach. The guys from your class are there. Of course, there are twice as many of them and they're all super buff, like the rest of the school. Some are playing volleyball, some are running out into the waves, and some are just relaxing on the beach. Every one of them is wearing a different color speedo, and their super fit bodies look great in them. The only girl is, obviously, Jane. She's lying face down on a beach blanket, wearing a black bikini, while Phil, the captain of the wrestling team, rubs lotion on her back. The top of her bikini is open so that her back is completely exposed.

"Doe!" says a gruff voice from off to the side. You turn and see a guy only slightly older than the students wearing a t-shirt that says "lifeguard" on it. "You're late for algebra class!"

"Um... I have a note." You hand him the note. Is this your teacher? He looks like an underwear model. "So... are we learning math by..." You look around the beach, drawing a blank on how this could be math related.

"Math?" says the lifeguard. "What are you talking about? We're not doing math, this is algebra class! Now get on your swim suit and start doing some algebra like the rest of the class!"

You go back to your locker. You put on the speedo, but it does not look as good on you as it does on the other guys in the class. You go back out, sure that someone, possibly everyone, is going to laugh at you.

You totally forget about that when you walk out and see that Jane isn't sunbathing anymore. Now Phil is on his back, and Jane is sitting up on him, topless, and riding his cock.

"Oh yeah, you like my tight puss, don't you, stud?!" she yells as she bucks up and down.

"Hell yeah!" yells Phil. "You can ride my cock any time you want!"

Jane's exposed breasts are incredible! They're a terrific size, and they're bouncing hard as she rides the hot guy's big cock. Her hair blows a little in the wind, but it never gets in her face, always blowing behind her in a perfectly picturesque way. Despite your marathon jerk session, you get hard again looking at her hot body doing wonderful, dirty things.

Suddenly, there's an ear splitting whistle right beside you. You turn and see the coach. "Nope, no unattended hard-ons from little perv boys! Get in the designated loser zone and do your business!"

He points to an area on the beach that is marked off with a short fence and a little sign that says "Loser Zone." You turn back to Jane. She's looking right at you and smiling as she moves up and down on Phil. She winks at you, and suddenly you lose control of your body again. You lurch forward and walk to the loser zone. You step through the little gate and stand in the middle of it. The fence isn't even waist high, so it doesn't block your view of anything. You watch Jane fuck Phil wildly as you pull your cock out of your tiny, yellow speedo and start jerking.

You keep jerking as Jane rides him until she cums. You continue as she gets on all fours and lets him do her from behind, her silky black hair hanging down on one side to perfectly frame her beautiful face. She has another screaming orgasm, but you don't stop abusing yourself even as she waves him away and sunbathes for an hour. Then she starts making out with another hot guy, then fucks him, more sunbathing, then another guy. It's an incredible show. She really is voracious, and she fucks them in a different position every time. Even when she's just relaxing in-between the sex sessions, her incredible curves and gorgeous face often make you forget that you're jerking off against your will. Your mind goes blank as you enjoy staring at her and imagining yourself spraying her face with cum like she asked you to yesterday. Your arm goes sore from jerking, but you barely notice.

Apparently, Algebra class now lasts three hours, and you lose track of how many times you cum during it. You can't stop until the bell rings and Jane leaves the class.

As soon as she walks through the door, the beach disappears, and you're jerking your cock in the corner of your regular algebra classroom wearing only your underwear pulled down to your ankles.

Mrs. Cladfield, who is at least in her sixties, finishes writing a math equation on the board and says, "The next class is starting soon. Please finish up."

You try to ask for help, but all that comes out is, "Jane's boobies so nice! My mouth want to suck-suck!"

She nods in understanding, then turns back to the board as you shoot out a huge load.

You almost fall to the floor, completely exhausted as you regain control of your body. You feel like you might literally die if you have to jerk off again.