Starting the test.

Ian felt quite chipper on giving the gorgeous Miss Campbell a quite inadvertent facial, and was mentally bolstered by the idea of the big-titted blonde parading down the school corridor with a healthy portion of his hot jizz dripping from her face and tits. The expression of her face of genuine surprise and unalloyed, girlish delight was his cock had ejected the first load into her open mouth was something he wouldn’t forget in a hurry, not was the cumpainted smirk she gave him as she left the classroom, winking the eye which hadn’t been plastered shut with his gooey cum.

The thought was almost enough to fill him with confidence at the prospect of having to take the class naked, but still not quite. Seated behind the desk, he still felt secure enough about his modesty to keep his comportment as the teacher of the class, although he felt his face flush a little when his class came in, let by Mrs Grayson.

The statuesque brunette was first in the room, a wicked glint appearing in her eye the second she saw Ian naked at the front of the classroom. It was a raunchy glimmer that only Ian noticed, the prim teacher wiping the lecherous smile from her face after just a second, obviously trying to portray a patrician exterior in front of the students, who she hustled in the room and urged to take their seats.

Ian, for his part, was quite pleased at the outfit he had chosen for his female students. It was a class of roughly two dozen, and he counted twelve sluttishly attired girls parading swiftly into the room and finding their seats with a minimum of fuss. They were obviously well drilled, and perhaps a little afraid of Mrs Grayson, but this didn’t stop the audible murmuring that clearly pertained to the appearance of a handsome new young male teacher at the front of the classroom, with not a few of the girls giving each other approving looks with various smirks, raised eyebrows and lip-licking communicating as much.

The shiny, skintight black leggings were an excellent touch, Ian reflected, each pair reaching up to the juncture of the girls’ thighs and groin area, with absurdly high black platform stripper heels completing the look. The long black gloves complemented the whole ensemble, and Ian was most gratified, not to say stupefied, to observe the copious expanses of cleavage that was exploding out of the top of each of the girls’ striped, shiny corsets. Looking from one to the next, Ian couldn’t quite believe the uniformity with which each of the little minxes sported a truly massive pair of tits, flaring upwards out of their tight, slender little waists to make each of them look cartoonishly top-heavy. The boys in the class, for their part, weren’t immune to the charms of their female counterparts, and Ian detected quite a few large hardons protruding from their groins. Ian wondered how they would go about coping with the rigours of the test if their minds began to wander.

‘Now class,’ said Mrs Grayson, moving to the front of the room and the last student found their seat, ‘I have to be elsewhere this period, but Mr White is here to take the test today. I hope you’ll all treat him with the same respect that you show to all teachers at this school. I know you will, but I’m going to pop back in a short while just to check.’

Mrs Grayson smiled at Ian, ‘they’re all yours.’

With that, Mrs Grayson walked out of the room, closing the doors behind her.

A blonde girl in the first row immediately put her hand up.

‘Yes?’ said Ian.

‘Sir, is it true what happened to Mr Pickens?’ said the blond with an immodest smile playing around her full red lips.

‘I don’t know. What happened to Mr Pickens?’ said Ian.

‘That he put his back out while he was fucking Miss Trask from Science. That he was fucking her in the lab and he slipped a disk and won’t be back for six months.’

Ian thought the idea was not implausible from what he had seen so far at the school, but responded carefully. ‘I don’t know. I’ve never met Mr Pickens.’

Another girl, this one a brunette with large, dazzlingly blue eyes and her hair cut in a bob raised her hand, ‘are you taking over from Mr Pickens, sir?’

‘I don’t know yet,’ Ian confessed.

‘I hope you are, sir’ said the girl, ‘you can keep me behind in class any day.’

A few of the girls giggled at the suggestion.

‘The test is half an hour,’ said Ian, moving swiftly along, so that his brain wouldn’t short circuit at the thought of the girl’s gorgeous eyes looking up at him from a kneeling position, ‘no talking or conferring. I want exam conditions.’

A girl on the front row put her hand up. ‘I haven’t got a test paper, sir,’

Ian, without really thinking, now in teacher mode, rose automatically from the desk, picked up a spare test paper and crossed the front of the room to give the girl a paper. As he did so, there was a communal gasp. Ian looked down. He was absolutely rigid, his thick member thrusting in front of him, a tear of his previous ejaculate dangling conspicuously from the tip of the turgid, brawny dick. Ian out the test paper on the girl’s desk. She didn’t even register he had done it. Her eyes were wide open, blazing with shock, fixated on his massive cock.

After the initial surprise of the class, another hand was raised. It belonged to a dark-eyed girl, tanned, with a mane of shining bright blonde hair, ‘sir,’ said the girl, ‘Mr Pickens incentivises tests. Is it the same here?’

‘What does he do?’

‘He lets the first girl to finish suck him off at the front of the class. And the first boy fuck a girl of his choosing.’ The girl had a wicked smile on her face, and then pursed her ripe lips together and eased a bead of frothy saliva out between them.

Time was ticking away, and Ian needed to start the test. ‘I guess that would be ok,’ he conceded, returning to the desk at the front. ‘You may start the test.’

After about a minute, as the class knuckled down in silence the same girl put her hand up. ‘I need some help, sir,’ she said.