Dream of School

Class is in session. The teacher, Miss Cromwell is talking about Things. You don´t know what things exactly, but they seem to involve letters being used as numbers for some stupid reason...

You can´t pay attention. You´re too distracted by your teacher´s absurd hotness.

Her white shirt is stretched over a pair of luscious, round tits. Not massively huge, but perfect in their natural shape and firmness - a Golden Mean of soft flesh, barely constrained by her shirt. The top two buttons are open to reveal her cleavage, glistening in the warm, late summer sunlight filtering through the windows. You focus on a single bead of sweat running down her neck, tracing a line of moisture across her glowing skin before vanishing into the gently heaving valley of her breasts. No bra. Her nipples point faintly against the fabric of her shirt, barely noticable but for the two smaller shadows cast by their protuberance.

Her hair is a mysterious shade of bronze-brown. As the beams of sunlight caress the long, cascading locks that reach almost down to her waist, they refract into different psychedelic shades of chestnut, copper, gold and mahogany that would make a shampoo advert models look like a worn-out crack-whore.

The outline of her perfect ass is clearly visible through her sensible black skirt. Ridiculously taught, the skirt does nothing to hide the shape of her two cheeks pressed against it. The sight of her buttocks shifting beneath the tightly stretched black cloth as she strides up and down in front of the students is more arousing than if she were naked.

Speaking of naked... you feel a gentle breeze brushing against your balls. Looking down, you see you are completely nude!

Panicking, you stand up and try to cover yourself. Your chair clatters loudly against the floor. Suddenly everyone is looking at you! You try to hide your cock and balls behind your hands, but it somehow doesn´t work, your dick is just too big and it keeps slipping out from between your clumsy fingers, slapping against your desk and stubbornly refusing to comply with your wishes!

You look like a complete idiot, twisting and turning to try and hide your spastic dongler, face as red as a sunburned socialist.

Everyone is pointing and laughing! You can´t hide. You wish the ground would swallow you whole.

Suddenly, Miss Cromwell is in front of you, pointer in hand. She is livid with anger and she starts berating you. Between the laughter of your classmates and the mortified ringing in your ears, you can´t make out her exact words. Her tits threaten to burst the buttons on her shirt and her face is flushed with anger. Her lips are painted bright red. They glisten wetly as her mouth snarls accusations at you. Her voice sounds faintly like your mother´s. This disturbs you.

Your eyes are stinging with scalding tears of shame. Everything is awful. Everyone hates you now. You´ll be kicked out of school and thrown in jail. Your Dad´s going to take away your PC. You need to hide your dick. You need to make her stop shouting...