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!