Mister White

Left by herself in the oddly furnished classroom, Rachel felt as though she had become the embodiment of confusion. By the time that the door opened and the man whom would serve as her co-teacher entered the room, she still hadn't managed to get her head around what was happening.

The door wasn't pushed open silently, and Rachel turned to look at the figure who had joined her in the otherwise abandoned room. It was a man, probably a few years older than she was but still a few years away from turning thirty, he had a frame that looked muscular but somewhat lanky under his clothing, which gave of an atmosphere of him being laid-back but professional, and which consisted of a pale grey shirt, sand-coloured chinos and a black suit jacket. Probably a few inches shorter than she was, and with blonde hair that was cut short, he struck Rachel as being rather handsome.

"Hello," the man stepped up and offered Rachel his hand, "I'm Ian White, and you must be Rachel Jones."

"Yeah..." Rachel admitted, shaking Ian's hand after a moment's hesitation.

Rachel said the same thing again when Ian asserted that "You must be a bit confused by what goes on at this school," after which he added "Don't worry, you'll soon get the hang of it."

Left on their on for a little while since the class wasn't supposed to begin in another five minutes, the two had time for a nice little chat, during which Mr. White struck Rachel as being a confident, pleasant man. For a moment, the world seemed as though it had returned to normal.

All of Rachel's illusions of normalcy where shot down and set ablaze however when Mr. White remarked that "Class is soon to begin. I think that we should strip down before the kids get here, don't you?"

Just as Rachel was about to say something in protest to Ian's question, she watched him remove his jacket and throw it onto a nearby bed. Silenced, Rachel watched as Ian stripped out of more of his clothing, first his shirt and then his pants.

Involuntarily, Rachel released a gagging noise when Ian's pants were dropped to his ankles and his cock came jutting upwards and outwards to stand at full attention, the rigid rod of meat seeming to be more than a foot long and being crowned with a round head which was the size of one of Rachel's fists, which was fitting since its trunk seemed as thick as her arm, and which was already coated with his pre-cum.

The gag turned into a gasp as Rachel began to fathom the fact that it wasn't just Ian's cock that was enormously long, his scrotum was equally over-sized, almost giving Rachel that she was gazing at his groin through a magnifying glass.

It was quite certainly the most awe-inspiring thing that Rachel had ever seen, and before she realized what she was doing she could hear the soft sound of her jacket landing on the floor, followed by the non-rhythmic noise of her working feverishly and nervously to get her blouse open.

Underneath the blouse, which she had finally managed to remove, Rachel wore a black lace bra. Just as she was about to unclasp it, Rachel heard Ian tell her "No, leave it on," and so she instead worked her skirt down over her long legs, revealing her white cotton panties.

Then came a moment of utter stillness from Rachel's part, during which she wondered what exactly it was that was happening to her, and what on earth had just possessed her to remove the main bulk of her clothing, before she swiftly tugged her panties down towards the floor.

As Rachel stepped out of her panties and skirt to stand in front of Ian in nothing more than her shoes and bra, she could hear the door being pushed open, and a throng of voices filling into the room as more than two dozen youngsters, which if they were divided along gender lines would compose two groups of roughly equal size, strolled into the room.

Almost disappointed at the fact that a sense of embarrassment at being caught being more or less completely naked by a crowd of teenagers did not manifest itself, Rachel instead felt a tingling sensation stemming from the pit of her stomach.

Realising that she was fast becoming more and more aroused, Rachel turned her gaze to Ian, finding that he was now facing directly towards the gathered bunch of students. These, Rachel found, were all outrageously clothed and uniformly attractive; the women being fit figures with exquisitely built faces and curves in all the right places, and the boys being more varied in their appearance if one ignored the fact that they all were sporting what looked to be huge cocks. As for their clothes, the women were clad in a lot of latex and articles of clothing which seemed much too small for them, tops which looked ready to burst from the size of the breasts that they tried to keep hold in and thongs which disappeared up between bald pussy lips.

"Good morning class," Ian greeted the crowd, which responded with a collective "Good morning Mr. White!", before the naked teacher went on to explain that "For this lesson I have the pleasure of introducing Miss Jones, who hopefully will become part of the faculty in the near future."

"Now," Ian went on, "for this lesson in Endurance we will deal with..."