Why, it’s Mr. Foyle!

“Right,” Mr. Foyle looked please to see that the nomination process was over and done with, “now there are just a few more things that you’ll need to aware of.”

To Kathy, this was quite agonizing. Here she were, ready, willing and eager to get a fat cock rammed into her in front of a group of people which could all contend for the title of the most attractive person she’d ever seen so far in her life, and the glorious moment when that would occur was being delayed by Mr. Foyle’s talking.

“Firstly, we’ll need to ensure that none of you will be unduly influenced by any peer pressure or such, so the vote will be carried out through a secret ballot,” Mr. Foyle went round behind his desk and pulled up a drawer to produce a thick stack of blank pieces of paper, which he handed to the nearest student with the words “Take one and pass the rest on.”

“You’ll write down your vote on the piece of paper that you’ve received,” Mr. Foyle instructed the class, in the unlikely event that there’s was anyone who hadn’t figured that out on his or her own, “and then hand in your votes on my desk.”

“After that,” Mr. Foyle went on, increasing the strength of his voice a little to make sure that everyone was still listening to him even as they began to scribble down their votes, “we’ll have to have a few unbiased people to count the votes, meaning that it can’t be any of us candidates or the people who picked them.”

“So, Amanda, if you wouldn’t mind stepping forwards,” Mr. Foyle’s words caused a woman to rise up from her seat, and Kathy turned her lustful gaze towards her as she began to walk up to the desk, making sure to sway her wide hips seductively whilst carrying her own vote between the index and middle fingers of her left hand.

Equipped with a gravity-defying pair of huge, perfectly shaped breasts which seemed to carry on a constant struggle to escape from out under the strained material of her slim pink boob tube, which left the topmost section of her breasts exposed just as it did her toned midriff, Amanda’s skin-colour was that of caramel and she was using her grey eyes to shoot Kathy a gaze so sultry and sexy that she suspected that if she’d been a man it would have made her cum in her pants.

Apart from the undersized boob tube, Amanda was dressed up in a teeny thong, it being so narrow that the lower part of its front had disappeared in between the glittery lips of her bald sex altogether, and a pair of wide-brimmed black leather boots with stiletto heels, with the boots reaching up to upper halves of her full, womanly thighs.

“And Peter,” Mr. Foyle went on, paying much less attention to Amanda than Kathy would have expected him too, although he was probably a bit used to having scantily clad vixens coming towards at that point in his teaching career.

Joining Amanda by the teacher’s desk was an averagely tall, somewhat skinny youngster with brown hair on his head and a bit of stubble on his cheek, clad in the customary combination of a jacket, a shirt, a pair of pants and a striped tie, although Kathy was much intrigued by the sizeable bulge at the front of his trousers.

Having gotten a better eye on the make-up of her new class, Kathy had counted the number of boys in it to eight in total and the girls to thirteen, excluding her. Having no idea whether the proportion of boys was indicative of the school as a whole, Kathy jumped at the chance to speak once Mr. Foyle had ceased instructing the class.

“Pardon me, Sir,” Kathy got a special sort of thrill from calling Mr. Foyle that, “but am I supposed to vote as well?”

“Oh yes, Miss Sykes, do take a paper and a pen,” Mr. Foyle picked up both of those items from his desk and handed them to Kathy.

“Ah… but Sir,” Kathy’s voice dripped with raw lust as she squeezed out the words, “how am I to vote when I don’t know what I’m choosing between?”

Realizing the implication in what Kathy was saying, Mr. Foyle reached down and began to undo his belt.

“Jack, Joseph, Eric… follow my lead,” he said, and then pushed open his trousers and tugged out his cock.

“Oh fuck…” Kathy let out a groan, her eyes going wide and her lips remaining unclosed as she stared at what Mr. Foyle had been hiding for her in his pants. It was quite possibly the biggest cock that she had ever seen, and as she measured it with her eyes she came to the conclusion that it had to be around a foot in length and as thick as her arm.

Looking around at the other three candidates to see that they had also stood up and opened their pants, Kathy found that they were much the same, with Eric’s cock being the shortest, although it was also the thickest. She had been fucked by a number of well-hung studs during her orientation, but had put that down to the school wanting to give her a warm and sticky welcome. Now she had reason to suspect that every man there had a fucking monster of a cock tucked away inside his pants.

“Oh fuck…” Kathy groaned again, having no recollection of how she had ended up with the pen and paper lying on the floor and one of her hands thrust in under her skirt and thong so that she could play with her drenched pussy.

“I don’t think that you’ll be able to write very well like that, Miss Sykes,” Mr. Foyle observed, sounding slightly bemused as he watched Kathy’s hand move under her tiny skirt, although it did result in a thick drop of precum pulsing out of his pisshole and onto the bulbous head of his meaty cock.

“Please sir, call me Kathy, or just slut…” Kathy replied, temporarily slowing down the pace with which she stroked her fingers against the puffy lips of her snatch.

“If I were to call you that, every girl in the class would think that I was talking to them,” Mr. Foyle observed with a wry smile, “but your enthusiasm is duly noted, now please pick up your pen and paper and cast your vote.”

Turning around, Kathy as far forwards as she could, knowing that her doing so brought about her skirt sliding up to reveal how the back strap of her thong ran across her puckered asshole and how the garment’s thin front was incapable of covering all of her slit.

Feeling somebody move in behind her, Kathy purred at the delicate fingers which were placed against her ass and which began to slowly pull her v-string down over her ass.

Looking past her shoulder, Kathy could see that the person stripping her out of her underwear was Amanda, who sent another lewd smile her way just as she got the garment down far enough for Kathy’s anus to be bared.

With Amanda squatting down behind to continue removing her thong, Kathy let out another moan as she felt the other girl’s breath hit the sensitive area which separated her pussy from her asshole.

When the v-string was strung around Kathy’s knees, Amanda suddenly leaned her head further in and made Kathy’s moans turn into a brief shriek of lust by dangling her tongue against her dripping snatch.

To her great disappointment, Kathy discovered that Amanda had just been teasing her, and soon enough the dark-skinned vixen had gotten her out of her thong, with Kathy stepping out it and Amanda holding it in her hand as she got back up on her feet and returned to her spot right next to the pile of handed-in votes.

“I’ll hold on to this for you,” Amanda said of Kathy’s thong, and looked most unwilling to let go off it.

Quickly writing down her choice, Kathy handed in her vote and soon after that the counting of them started, with Amanda holding on to Kathy’s thong as though it was some great trophy which she would not surrender on any conditions.

The vote turned out to be even between the three losers, with Eric and Jack both getting four and Joseph receiving five votes. The undisputed winner however was Mr. Foyle, who had trashed his competition by raking together nine votes in total.

“Congratulations on your win, Sir,” Amanda congratulated her teacher, “now what do you want to with this fine slut?”