Peter sat in class the next morning looking over the other students again. He hadn't slept very well the night before. He rubbed his eyes and tried to stay alert. All the kids were in the same classes. Miss Ferguson taught the morning classes, English, French, history then they had lunch. In the afternoon, Mr. Kristopoulos taught science and physical education. Of course, Miss Ferguson taught the girls' P.E. class.
There was that good-looking red-haired girl sitting across from him. She had the creamiest, faintly golden skin he had ever seen, and God! What a pair of knockers she had on her! He bet that her cunt was just as smooth and soft as the rest of her skin, but juicier and redder with curly red hairs all over her plump pussy! He felt his cock stirring again in his pants.
One other girl really turned him on. Her name was Valerie, he had discovered. Her hair was as jet black. She was thin while the other girl was soft and round, but Valerie's tits stuck up pert and delicious. But her mouth was full and rich red, and her eyes were simply enormous and as black as her hair.
Which one would be better? The red-haired girl named Belinda, all soft and cuddly and generously rounded, or the dark girl, Valerie, with her hot twitching butt and boobs like snow cones? Valerie looked like she knew a lot more about the old game than Belinda did. Belinda was so quiet and dreamy-looking, but Valerie's eyes were snapping with hidden excitement every time she looked at one of the boys, even Peter.
Peter squirmed his ass against the seat of his chair, his cock coming up hard and juicy no matter how much he tried to keep his mind on school. Yes, Valerie made all kinds of sexy promises and hints with that tight little body of hers every time she just fucking breathed! He would have to introduce himself to her and see if he could make any time with her.
Miss Ferguson was trying to get through an explanation of some French verbs, but she could see the eyes of the boys and girls glazing over one after the other. They might be interested in a lot of things, but French verbs weren't one of them.
Peter began daydreaming. He imagined himself on a remote tropical island with a beautiful dark-haired girl. In his fantasy, he began slowly caressing his cock.
In short time he felt the tremendous load in his balls moving up to the root of his prong and the first jerkings that preceded the surges of sperm that he was going to blast out. He bit his lip and imagined he was coming in a cunt. He fucked his hips forward and shot his first jet of cream! He was cumming.
French class! Peter's eyes snapped open as he realized too late where he was. He couldn't stop now. He creamed off in his pants. He just sat there with a stupid look on his face as his pecker pumped the sticky stuff out into his underwear. The sweat was pouring off his face as the jism poured out of his prick. He was soaking right through the front of his pants. What in the hell was he going to do? If he thought he had managed to embarrass the shit out of himself the night before, it was nothing compared to the mess he was in now.
He saw a movement beside him. The dark-haired girl had dropped her pencil on the floor. She was leaning out of her desk to pick it up, but her wicked black eyes were taking in a close-up look at him cum-stained crotch and hard cock inside. She grinned lewdly when she lifted her head back up. She had seen everything! His face flushed deep red and tears stood in his eyes. She would make fun of him, tell all the girls, and the girls would tell their boyfriends that the new boy had come in his pants in the middle of class.
Oh, God, I wish I was dead, he thought. But then Valerie pulled a big handkerchief out of her purse and wadded it up into a little ball in her hand. She leaned over to his desk and pretended to be checking something on the page of the book open in front of him. When she took her hand away, the handkerchief was left behind. She winked at him with one of her huge, black eyes and turned to face Miss Ferguson who was talking about some damned thing or other.
Peter grabbed the handkerchief and stuffed it into his pants, mopping up the load of cum as quickly as he could before anybody else got wise to what had happened to him. It didn't show too badly through his pants once his cock had shriveled. He left the handkerchief stuffed in his jockey shorts and looked at Valerie. She put her finger to her lips. She would keep quiet about it. He was going to have to talk to her, thank her for helping him out. She looked like the kind of girl he could talk to about sex without having her faint on his hands. Maybe that tough little body of hers promised more than the creamy redhead's did, anyway. She looked a hell of a lot more interested, and witchy, too!