Loincloths Are Ancient History

Go big or go home, you figured. If you were going to be the teachers' pet, you may as well throw off your inhibitions as fast possible. So you decided to wear the loincloth to Mrs Moore's history class. She was teaching a lesson on early man when you came in.

"And that is why hunter-gatherer societies were believed to be the norm until the advent of -- oh my... Doug? ... Yes, yes of course, please take a seat! Where was I? Umm... Until agriculture came and uh... People relied on spreading their seed and... Growing big, juicy crops... Julia, can you please take the reading from here? Doug, please come on my desk, uhh -- Come to my desk please."

You'd never seen Mrs Moore act like this before. She seemed so hesitant, nervous even. You knew her as a fairly young, new teacher. Sandy blonde hair, hips that just wouldn't quit. Despite her attractive appearance, she normally faded into the background amongst the other staff. But when she got fired up about history, her pet topic, you'd seen how passionate she could get firsthand. Yet, as you sat beside her desk at the front of the classroom she seemed downright shy. She couldn't bring herself to look at your face. As she talked to you her eyes roamed your body instead.

"Hey, Doug. I've heard about your new role. I mean, the whole school did really when you were ... sucking Principal North's dick over the intercom. Not that I'm jealous or anything! I uh just haven't done a lot of that sort of stuff with a guy before..."

You were gobsmacked. Mrs Moore the history teacher? A virgin? Or something close to it, the way she was acting. This was going to need a very different approach.

"That's alright, Miss. Like the principal said I'm here to help all of the teachers no matter what their needs and that includes you. You seem to like my new outfit. You've been staring this whole time."

She blushed bright pink.

"Oh! Sorry! I mean, that was one I donated for you. I thought it would be a good demonstration for the class of clothing from humankind's earliest days."

"That sounds fun. How about we try that?"

"Okay, yeah..." She stood up and thanked her students for paying attention to the reading.

"Class? Doug here is going to help us today with a special demonstration of early human clothing. Come over here, Doug. Yes, that's it. Out front with me... So, as you can see Doug is wearing a loincloth. This is a rudimentary type of undergarment commonly found in primitive societies. You see how it's basically a tied on band that circles the waist? Then two flaps of material drape over the front, and the back."

Mrs Moore emphasised her lesson by pressing her hands over the thin layers of cloth covering your penis and your ass.

"You see, class, by simply lifting the flaps like so, one's genitals and anus are readily exposed. Oh my, Doug, are you getting hard?"

Some of the girls in the class started giggling. Several of the boys shifted uncomfortably in their seats, dreading where this was going. You could hear the rising confidence and intensity in the teacher's voice as she continued.

"This was useful in warmer climates for multiple practical reasons. An ingenious design. Not to mention the ease of access it provided to females wishing to breed. Here, imagine that I am a warrior from a different tribe. I've captured Doug in a raid. Yes. Doug, give me your hands."

You barely had time to react when Mrs Moore snatched your arms and pulled them above your head.

"Yes, a fine trophy. Your skin is so soft. And your smell, oh by the gods... I need to undress. Samantha, stop giggling. I'm taking my clothes off because they're not historically accurate. There, now we're both bare as the day we were born. Bend over, ****... Yes, Julia? That's right! As a captured man, Doug would typically be pressed into slavery or become breeding stock for the warrior's tribe. But... Wait, Doug? What's this in your butt?"

Oh no, the drama teacher's butt plug! You'd forgotten it was still in there. However, Mrs Moore didn't seem to care so much about why you had it in you. She fiddled with the handle, pulsing it against your sensitive anal ring. She was practically teasing you. Finally she slid it out of you with a wet plop.

"What is this thing even made of? Ugh, silicone? How anachronistic. No, this won't do at all. Alright, ****. I'm going to show you how a real warrior takes her victims. Hehe, there's no use squirming. Julia, come here and assist me. You are now my hunting partner. That's it, take off your clothes then grab his head. You can take his mouth. As warrior I claim his ass as war booty. UGH!"

In one fluid motion Mrs Moore jammed her cock into your butt. You would have yelped if a schoolgirl's dick hadn't plugged your mouth at the same time. Mrs Moore wasn't any thicker than the butt plug, but the plug hadn't been ramming into you again and again like a wild animal. You started to gag on Julia's cock and tried to pull away but the teacher spanked your ass and cut you off.

"No mercy for the spoils of war! Let him gag. Shape his holes to your dick. Yes! Yes! Oh. My. GOD. I love this! Take it, ****! Everyone, come get in on this. We're all one tribe now!"

The whites of your eyes showed your panic but the girls in the class either didn't notice or didn't care. They swarmed you all at once. Some rubbed and licked your nipples. Others pressed their sizeable dicks into your hands and made you jerk them off as you were fucked from both ends. One by one, the girls took turns going to town on your throat. Throughout it all, Mrs Moore stayed lodged in your ass, claiming you as her war prize. She had gone from a nervous, pretty nerd to a total beast in a few minutes. You lost count of how many loads you choked down. Others came over your prone body instead, lashing your skin with ropes of cum. You felt Mrs Moore cum multiple times into your tender asshole. This was her fantasy and she was going to ride your ass for all it was worth. When everyone was finally done the room was a heap of tired, sweaty women, and horribly embarrassed guys. The teacher seized your throat with one hand and **** her tongue between your lips. Eventually she stopped her oral **** and looked at the class, panting.

"Class dismissed!"