As if the shame of having a whole class of girls examine him, touch him and have photographs taken with him wasn't enough, Carl now had to endure the moulding of his erect penis. With the girls back in their seats and Doreen watching on from the back of the class, Mrs. Morgan produced a clear plastic tube and a bowl of white plaster, which she stirred continuously with a pencil.
'Now, I'm going to need a volunteer,' she said. Hands went up immediately, Mandy's the quickest. Mrs. Morgan motioned for Mandy to come forward and position herself on one side of Carl, whose rock-hard cock Mandy couldn't stop staring at, her eyes almost bulging out of her pasty chubby face. It was so beautiful with its veins and so smooth seeing as Doreen had shaved off every last hair... Carl looked down at her staring at his penis and wondered what she was there to do.
'First of all, take Carl's socks off, would you, Mandy. We don't want to make any mess...' Mandy took the first sock and slid it seductively down Carl's ankle then off his foot which was bony and tanned and as beautiful as the rest of him. She turned away from the class and snuck a little sniff at the sock, which smelt of soap and shoe and... Carl. She then took the second sock off and secretly put it in her pocket. No one would care about a missing sock and this would mean she had a souvenir of this day for herself. She could smell it whenever she wanted to -- while looking at the photos she'd taken - and remember Carl, his feet, his body, his cock and balls...
'Before we use the plaster,' said Mrs. Morgan, matter-of-factly, 'we need to apply a layer of Vaseline to Carl's member so that it doesn't stick inside the mould.' She reached for a jar that was in her desk drawer and moving towards Carl, opened it and dabbed her fingers in. Reaching forward, she placed a glob of Vaseline on the head of Carl's penis then started to work it down the entire shaft until she got to his balls. Carl wasn't sure if this was meant to help keep his penis hard for the moulding but the feel of this older woman's lubricated hand moving up and down his hard penis, and over the head, made it feel even harder.
'Mandy, can you take over while I give the plaster a stir?' Mandy's hand was on Carl's cock before Mrs. Morgan was finished asking her, moving up and down, across the head where she enjoyed the little shudder Carl gave, then right down to his balls, which she also lubricated with the Vaseline, even though they didn't need to be done, her eyes darting between Carl's beautiful face and the cock she was massaging.
'Now, to make this mould...' said Mrs. Morgan, 'I'm going to need you to make sure this tube stays in place over Carl's penis. And it needs to stay still...' she told Mandy, lowering the tube over Carl's penis until the bottom of the tube was sitting on his balls. 'Now, your job, Mandy, is to make sure that nothing moves,' she said, at which Mandy took the bottom of the tube and, touching Carl's balls, made sure it was sitting tight. Mandy was secretly caressing Carl's balls as she looked up into his blushing face, which kept Carl's cock hard as a rock ready for the moulding.
Mrs. Morgan stepped forward stirring the plaster mixture and put the lip of the bowl to the top of the tube and poured the mixture down over Carl's penis. It was cold but there was something about the sensation and about his balls being stroked and, of course, being watched by the girls and Doreen and Mrs. Morgan that made his cock almost throb. 'Now, make sure you keep your erection, Carl,' said Mrs. Morgan, needlessly. 'We need to let the plaster sit for a couple of minutes until it's set.'
And so they sat for two minutes, not a sound in the class, Mandy still caressing Carl's balls, sometimes reaching up under them to stroke the hard ridge underneath him, something that Doreen had noticed even from the back of the class, and Carl blushing deep red as all eyes wandered over his beautiful body - his chest, his shoulders, his nipples, his legs, his feet and his balls. When the two minutes were over -- it seemed like a lifetime for Carl - Mrs. Morgan approached Mandy and, putting a finger on Carl's balls, let some air into the tube. Taking the tube at the top and with a bit of a squelching sound, she slipped it up and off of Carl's penis, taking a little peep inside the mould and muttering, more to herself than to the girls, 'Well, that looks beautiful...'
Carl sat, his cock still hard with chalky traces of the plaster on it, waiting for instructions. 'Now, Mandy, while I deal with this mould, maybe you could help clean Carl up.' She handed her a little bowl of warm water and a washcloth and, while Mandy dipped the washcloth into the water, Mrs. Morgan reached in her drawer for another bowl, this one with flesh-coloured goop in it, which she began to pour carefully into the mould left by Carl's penis.
Mandy, meanwhile, was giving Carl's still hard cock such beautiful care and attention, dabbing it with the washcloth, using her fingers to rub away any last traces of the plaster, even opening up the little piss hole with her fingers to make sure it was clean in there. Doreen and the rest of the girls looked on with envy at the intimate access this chubby girl was getting to Carl's beautiful cock, Doreen vowing to herself that she would demand extra access to this young man's body tonight to make up for the surprising feeling of jealousy she felt at him being used like this by an unattractive young woman like Mandy.
'Thank you, Mandy,' said Mrs. Morgan, coming back from dealing with the mould. 'I think Carl's nice and clean now. How do you feel Carl?'
'Erm, fine, Miss,' he answered, surprised to be included in any question that concerned his own body.
'Well, that's good because now, while we wait for the mould to set, I am going to demonstrate male ejaculation for the girls.' The girls, already excited beyond anything they had ever experienced before, bristled with excitement at the idea that they were going to see sperm, actual sperm, come out of this hot boy's cock.
