Jen had another two orgasms before she reached her school. Somehow, she could build up to orgasm in both her
pussies at once, so they alternated.
As she walked into class, she was acutely aware of the air on her bare skin. She was even more aware of the
fact that everyone was seeing her masturbating- but nobody seemed to care. Yes, the boys leered at her, but
they didn't act out of the ordinary or anything.
Concentrating in class was harder than ever before. The hands constantly stroking away at her kept her in an
almost constant haze of pleasure. Having an orgasm just made hoer more horny. Both her clitorises throbbed.
Every minute or so she would be consumed in a orgasmic torrent that left her panting and unfocused.
On the bright side, her teachers didn't ask her questions any more- they knew she wouldn't be able to answer.
She was awakened from her lust-filled trance at the end of every lesson by Susan, who acted as though she had
to do it all the time. After a while, everybody looked hot to her, even Susan. Especially Susan, because she
saw her so often at the end of her blissed-out trances.
When she had to walk, she had to walk with her legs further apart, in an almost-waddle, because her hand was
between her legs. Her legs were also wobbly most of the time.
When school finally ended, she was a wreck. She stumbled through the hall, her skin hypersensitive, detecting
every brush past another person as a sensuous burst of sensation.