Drama Class

You decided to head to drama for next period. Ms Miller lit up the moment she saw you enter.

"Welcome, everyone! We have a very special guest joining us today. Doug, the teacher's aide, will be assisting me in acting out the famous **** scene from Romeo and Juliet."

You knew this one very well, as did everyone with even the most rudimentary knowledge of Shakespeare. Juliet the futanari noblewoman goes to meet Romeo to run away with him, but finds him on the floor. She tries to revive him with her cock but is unsuccessful. Believing that he killed himself, she joins him in ****. Unbeknownst to her, Romeo was simply ****, and wakes to find Juliet dead. So he then kills himself for real. Ridiculously tragic, but that's how it goes.

So you found yourself lying face-up across a platform in front of the class, pretending to be ****. Ms Miller was fully into the role of Juliet, her already hard cock straining against her tights.

"Oh Romeo! Wherefore liest thou upon the floor? Sleepest thou? Know my angelic spear which hath graced thyself so many times and be aroused!"

With a dramatic flair Ms Miller unsheathed her impressive length and rubbed it over your face. Your eyes were shut tight but you could feel her pre-cum wetting your skin. And the smell was overpowering, but not unpleasant.

"Romeo! Oh Romeo! Why do you not wake? Do you not recognise the scent of your love? Perhaps your arse shall remember me more fondly."

Your eyes flashed open. You couldn't remember Juliet trying Romeo's ass in the play. Was Ms Miller improvising? She noticed your movement but carried on.

"Feel my fingers, moistened with liniment. They pry into your lower depths, seeking to return you to precious life. Arise, my prince!"

You couldn't help it. You tried not to move but Ms Miller lubing up and fingering your asshole was not something you were prepared for. Even if your limbs obeyed you, your dick didn't. It rose and rose, to its full height.

"My goodness, class," Ms Miller exclaimed. "It seems Romeo has arisen this time around. Now, Doug, you really are meant to show no signs of life in this scene."

"I'm s-sorry, Ms Miller. It's just r-really hard when you keep thrusting your fingers - eep! - into me."

"That's alright. Class, break up into pairs and try this scene out for yourselves, just the dialogue mind you! I don't want to see any funny business. As for you, Doug, let's finish what we started."

You gasped and nodded vigorously.

She had started off with a single finger. Then two, then three. Slowly she stretched your tight ass beyond its comfortable limits. She locked her lips over yours and you groaned into her mouth. She jacked herself off with her other hand. You tried to explain that no one had taken your ass yet. She nodded, pulled out a butt plug from her bag and lined it up with your asshole. Soon she reached her peak and aimed her dick at your butthole. Gushes of cum splashed against it and coated the head of the plug. Before it had time to drip down she inserted it into your ass with a wet pop. The moment it entered your tender hole, you came, staining your uniform with your own cum.

"There, Dougie. That'll keep you nice and stretched for the future. And thank you so much for your help today. That was performance was truly inspiring."

You tried to catch your breath and respond. All you could do was moan.