With one eye on decorum

‘I think… the second might be more appropriate?’ said Ian, indicating the costume that seemed most apt for the occasion. He was, after all, in a school. Was all this some sort of perverse joke, or a strange test?

Miss Campbell looked and pursed her lips together. The little pout this produced almost made Ian’s cock do a backflip in his pants. ‘That’s a relatively conservative choice if I may say so, Mr White. I should advise you that you needn’t hide anything here. Anything at all…’

At this, Miss Campbell leaned forwards towards Ian. Her massive boobs strained against the tight white blouse, the blonde’s bronzed cleavage bursting against the constrictive material. ‘I don’t…’ continued the busty English teacher, grabbing the underside of her tits through the linen and squeezing them together. She licked her lips and them leaned back against the desk, hands still fondling her magnificent jugs. Ian looked down. All that was separating her peachy pink pussy from him was the laughably small transparent plastic microskirt. In an act that made her seem more like student than teacher, Miss Campbell giggled and put the tip of her finger in the corner of her mouth.

‘I should get the girls,’ Miss Campbell said, ‘twenty naked student will need to be watched as they dress for the test. We can’t have any cheating here. Feel free to browse their stories and we’ll be out in a jiffy.’

With that the voluptuous teacher walked across the classroom, clip-clopping on her alarmingly high heels with agility and grace, and disappeared through one of the doors on the far end of the room. Ian watched her go, the tiny clear skirt flapping against her gorgeous ass with each step she took, and then sat at the desk and started to peruse the stories.

The first on that caught his eye was one by a girl called Alyssa, with the title ‘Was there an historical Arthur?’ The story seemed to be riff on the Arthurian legend, but one that had undergone more than a few alterations in the hands of what was evidently an extremely horny little minx. Gone was the myth of the Sword in the Stone, reformulated in favour of a new raunchy myth of the Cock in the Ass.

Ian read, fascinated. ‘Only one man could rightfully unite the Britons, the factions, the knights and lords of the land. Only one man had it in his power to rule the land by right. The legends spoke that one day a man would come with the power to penetrate the tightest asshole in the land, the asshole of Guinevere, legendary consort and court slut, each of whose orifices was magically enchanted.

‘In a ceremony that lasted each day of June, where Guinevere would present herself in the courtroom as all the nobility gathered to see if one day a man could penetrate the intense tightness of her ass. Many had tried but all had failed, as knight after knight tried to squeeze their cocks into her delectable derriere. For some just staring at her gorgeous body, honed to succulent perfection, her delightful posterior laid out just begging to be fucked was too much for them, and many a knight lost their load in their breeches, or spilled their seed on the red carpet as they advanced towards the tempting slut poised decorously on the throne. No-one could get as far as to fuck Guinevere in the ass without first losing their composure and exploding on her peachy buttocks. Each day of June the golden haired slut paraded round the court with a cum-drenched ass, and the sight was so alluring that it made it even harder for anyone to succeed.

‘But then one day a man came who dropped his breeches in the court and drew a gasp. Guinevere, used to being close to pleasure but never actually achieving it, turned her head. Over her shoulder, she wasn’t sure whether she saw more cock than man. The immense tool of the stranger jutted out from his groin at almost the same length as the sword in the scabbard that now lay at the man’s feet.

‘With long, purposeful strides, the man approached Guinevere. In fact, his cock made her acquaintance long before the rest of him caught up with it. With hardly any pressure, the massive, drooling cockhead found its way to Guinevere’s asshole, the muscles of which actually dilated and clenched up again before the huge purple slab could come into contact with it, almost as if it was winking a ‘come hither’ message at its intended target-'

At this, the door reopened to the classroom, and Ian’s reading was interrupted by the appearance of Miss Campbell and his class.