Standing there with a wilting cock
There were thirty faces taking stock.
Not a sound within that place,
With my teacher – second base!
She was looking somewhat flustered,
What to do with my cum custard?
Then, as if not bad enough,
I caught a glimpse of Lisa’s muff.
Her legs were spread, her skirt a belt,
I wondered how it would have felt…
Her knickers, they were pulled aside,
And a finger, she’d pushed inside.
As soon as I had had that thought,
Teacher’s efforts, came to nought.
My cock, it rose right up again,
My throbbing inches – count them: ten!