Taking care of myself at my desk in middle school.
I have a kink for exhibitionism by way of being so horny you are unable to control yourself and have to let go and masturbate/cum (even if it means doing it openly in front of strangers, parents/family, friends, etc.). I’ve definitely been there myself.
One day when I was in high school, I don’t know what turned me on but my pussy got so needy sitting there in class that I knew I would have to get some relief. This particular teacher was stern about bathroom breaks, and I didn’t want to go in part as well because the thrill of doing it at my desk was too tempting to pass up. I think normally at that age I would have been anxious to do such a thing, but in retrospect I know I was so horny at that point that I didn’t care. The animal urges were taking over, but I also knew I wouldn’t be able to openly diddle my clit right in front of everyone.
Eventually I was squirming in my seat, and I reached into my bag for something (anything) to help me relieve the growing tension. I found a plastic pencil sharpener that was rounded, and carefully placed it in my lap so that it was near my pussy. I slyly moved my hips forward against the edge of the desk…classmates right next to me…and positioned the pencil sharpener right above my clit so that it put pressure on it as I pressed my hips into the desk.
If anyone knew what I was doing, they didn’t make any indication that they knew which encouraged me to go on. I didn’t move around a lot or keep my hands under the desk for too long to avoid looking suspicious, but I NEEDED to feel that pressure until I finished. My body wasn’t letting me deny myself an orgasm despite the lack of privacy.
I held back a moan as I pressed harder, feeling so much pressure on my young horny clit. There was not turning back now…I was approaching orgasm. Carefully I sat there trying to be as relaxed as I could be, doing my best to suppress the signs of an orgasm. I tried to keep my breathing even and not make any noise, but I couldn’t help my face turning beet-red or my little shudder of excitement as I reached my peak.
It’s such a hot memory to think about. It makes me wonder if my teacher or my classmates knew and got excited too. I love remembering being so horny like that.
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