Back to Earth

Had the morning fiasco not happened, today would've definitely been one of the best, if not the best day of Arthur's life, up there with successfully asking Allison out and getting his favourite football player's autograph.

First thing in the morning was the schoolwide assembly, where Principal Owlsen called the football team up on stage to a thunderous round of applause.

Principal Owlsen was a imposing woman, perfectly suited to be a Principal. She was tall- just under a head taller than Arthur and she had broad shoulder, accentuated by her humongous bust that none of the dress shirts she wore could hide, long and tantalizingly endless legs beneath the skirts she wore, spotlighted by the lacy stockings wrapped tight around her muscled legs. And as if her body wasn't intimidatingly perfect enough, her face was equal parts arousing and terrifying. She had a mane of curly, raven black hair that cascaded down her to her ass, sharp eyes like a predator and haughty, regal features like the queen of some exotic land far away.

"I'd like to congratulate our Boys Varsity Soccer team for making it to the state finals, for the first time in school history!" She called out, inviting another round of applause. There we mixed reactions from the team, all of us standing in a horizontal line. Some basked in the applause, other shyly ducked their faces. Arthur caught Marcus' eye and grinned.

Arthur suddenly straightened as he felt one of Principal Owlsen's heavy hands land on his shoulder.

"I'd like to invite the team captain, Arthur Hunt, to say some words!" She announced. Shit! Athur thought to himself. He wasn't prepared for this. He gulped, looking at Principal Owlsen and hesitantly taking the mic from her. He was temporarily spellbound by her eyes, an iridescent black that gleamed with something strange, almost like hunger... it sent a shiver down Arthur's spine.

"Erm... well." Arthur began and a chorus of chuckles erupted. Great start. He thought to himself. He felt Principal Owlsen's hand squeeze his shoulder gently. Reassured, Arthur took a deep breath and continued.

"It is my honor to captain this incredible team to the finals. We have bored blood, sweat and tears into this, and we're hoping it'll turn into the result we... want." Arthur announced confidently, trailing off towards the end as he felt Principal Owlsen's hand drop down from his shoulder and trail down his shirt until it came to rest on the small of his back.

"Keep going, Mr. Hunt." She purred into Arthur's ear. Arthur gulped before pressing on, his Principal's hand hot against his back.

"However, our success is in no small part thanks to you guys- the fans. In that semi-final game, when all hope seemed lost what really got us going was you~ GUYS!" Arthur suddenly squeaked towards the end as he felt Principal Owlsen's hand suddenly drop down and rest on his ass before grabbing a handful through his jeans. Arthur's head shot up, wide-eyed as the his team-mates frowned, looking at him.

"All good, Arthur?" She asked, casually staring at the audience while her hand kneaded greedy handfuls of his clothed ass.

"Y-yeah. M-mic problem." Arthur stuttered as he felt the Principal trace a finger up his asscrack. "Well, uh, what I'm trying to say is that it would be~ ngh~ invaluable if we got as many fans as possible to come on Saturday!" Arthur **** out as Principal Owlsen slipped her hand under his jeans and began pinching his ass through his underwear.

As the applause began, Principal Owlsen pulled her hand out of Arthur's jeans, a wicked gleam in her eye as she took the mic back from Arthur and licked her hand with a wink.

"You heard him! We need as many of you there as possible to win! And to you boys, if you win... the school will be very, very thankful!" She called out to more applause. The team filed off the stage, big grins on all their faces except Arthur, whose hand was being tightly held by Principal Owlsen, holding him back. As soon as the last boy had walked off stage, the Principal bent down, her hair tickling Arthur's skin as she brought her mouth down to his ear.

"And who knows? There may be an especially special reward for the captain who led them there." She cooed into his ear before suddenly standing up and pushing him offstage.

Arthur stood stock still for a moment, still trying to compute what had just happened. Had Principal Owlsen, arguably the hottest teacher in the school just... _publicly **** him in front of the whole school? _And then promised a... 'reward' if they won the chip?

"Hey Art- you good?" Marcus suddenly asked, snapping Arthur out of his trance. Arthur frowned, looking around to make sure no one could eavesdrop.

"Did you not see what Principal Owlsen was doing to me?" He hissed. Marcus frowned.

"Er... not really, why? I was pretty far down the line and Tubs was standing next to you." He answered. Tubs was the team's goalie, and as his nickname suggested... quite large.

"Shit! Where's Tubs?" Arthur asked.

"It's a lost cause. He spent all of that time have eye bagning with Kirsty Pelluci." Marcus muttered. "What'd Principal Owlsen do that's so important anyways?"

"N-nothing. She was just... digging her nails into my shoulder unusually hard." Arthur murmured back.

"Sure, buddy." Marcus muttered, clearly not believing him.

-X-

"Mr. Hunt!"

"Y-yes?" Arthur gasped, rudely pulled out of his musings by the sharp and commanding voice of the science teachers, Ms. Sandra Miller.

"Mr. Hunt I am well aware of you... impressive feats on the weekend but that is NOT an excuse to slack off in my class! May I remind you that if your GPA drops too low, you will be unable to play in the final?" She hissed, sauntering over to Arthur's desk and menacingly placing her hands on his desk.

Arthur gulped at the action, not just because of how daunting it was but also because it gave him an unabashed view down her low cut top, the valley between her two enormous breasts accentuated by the tight halter top. Her piercing blue eyes gazed deep into Arthur's.

"O-of course, Ms. Miler. I-it won't happen again." Arthur answered back. Apparently satisfied, she spun around and walked back to the front of the class, her ass swining hypnotically through her yoga skirt.

"As I was saying, your next project will be in groups of two. Both of you will be of different genders and you will be contrasting the sexual characteristics of your genders." She announced. Arthur caught Marcus' eye and sighed heavily. They weren't gonna be together...

"It is also going to be worth 65% of your final grade- so I strongly advise certain student-athletes-" She continueed, glaring pointedly at Arthur, "-to place maximum effort into this task."

Arthur burned red as the class turned to him and giggled. What the hell was that for?

"I have placed you into groups already- they are projected on the board."

Immediately the class crowded forward and a murmur arose as students fought to see their pairings. Groans of annoyance and squeals of excitement very soon punctuated the class. Arthur was caught towards the back and couldn't see.

"I'm with Tallulah." Marcus murmured as he stood next to Arthur. Arthur raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement.

"And you're with... May Zhang." Marcus murmured. Instantly, both of their eyes turned to a girl at the far corner of the classroom. She was hunched over, obsessively reading something on her computer with a hood over her head.

"You're kidding." Arthur muttered. Marcus grinned.

"And the project's about dicks. You're boutta get freaky my boy." He snorted before walking off to Tallulah.

Arthur sighed. May Zhang was one of Ellen's best friends... which was never a good sign. The similarities between them were numerous. If we start with the positives... both were deceptively smart. May somehow pulled a 4.0 when it seemed like she barely cared about schoolwork. Both were also sensationally hot. The few times they showed skin, like when swimming had to be done at PE, it was a revelatory sight for many. Two enormous boobs, wide hips and barely concealed thundercocks.

It was a pity they stuck to baggy jeans and hoodies.

But the negatives were... well, put simply, May Zhang was freaky. A Golden Gooner. An Emerald Edger. A Platinum Puller. The Grandmaster-baiter. She read hentai in class, and not normal hentai- tentacles, literal children and women with two dicks type of hentai.

She was also very, very... crusty, to say the least. She always smelled like sweat and cum, her nails were filthy and her hoodies were caked with several substances that would probably warrant a Hazmat team.

Oh well.

"Hey... May, right?" Arthur asked nervously, walking up to her. She didn't move. Arthur dared glimpse at her computer and immediately regretted it. It looked like a mass of tentacles penetrating an obscenely short woman and the asshole of a man with... two dicks?

"Uh... May?" Arthur asked, standing right next to her. She gave no indication she could even hear him. He frowned before seeing an AirPod in her ear. Grimacing, he tapped her hoodie. She frowned, looking up at him before pulling an earphone out.

"What?" She asked haughtily. Arthur flinched before taking a seat next to her.

"Uh... we're together? For the science project?" He ventured. She frowned, before peeking at the board.

"Huh." She said before moving to put her earpod back in.

"Wait!" Arthur yelped. She frowned, looking back at him.

"Uh... Ms. Miller said there's no class time for this and we have to do it at home... do you wanna meet and mine or yours?" Arthur asked. She frowned, briefly considering it.

"Mine. Tomorrow, after school. Can?" She asked. Arthur nodded dumbly. Apparently satisfied, May slipped her headphone back in, going back to her hentai and Arthur watched in shock as she grinned at the screen as an unmistakable bulge rose in her yoga pants.

It was HUGE. It seemed to distend the fabric of the leggings until it was pushing against the top of the table. Arthur watched is further fascination as May bit her lip, sneaking a hand down her cock and began to... jerk off under the table??

"Do you need something more?" She suddenly hissed, glaring daggers into Arthur. Arthur yelped a negative before rushing off to his seat.

He was so finished.