Mrs. Fletcher is looking for just a slightly more literal interpretation

Both you and Sarah look up to Mrs. Fletcher in shock. You both got more or less resigned to having the attention of the class, but you thought that you had gotten the feel of the project by now.

"Um," you say. "I'm role-playing as the White Rabbit."

"Is that so, Michael?" Mrs. Fletcher looks to you sternly. "I don't remember the part of Lewis Caroll's works where Alice engages in ****."

"M-Mrs. Fletcher," Sarah adds anxiously. "W-w-we were discussing whether or not my vulva was in some sense a 'rabbit hole', given that it is in some sense a hole. I p-put it to Michael that rabbit holes are something that a rabbit comes in to."

Mrs. Fletcher's eyebrows shoot up. "I see. And has a rabbit come in your vulva, Sarah?"

"N-not yet. This is... another practical experiment," she says.

"Well," says Mrs. Fletcher, "So long as you intend to use your project as an opportunity to engage in sexual intercourse, Sarah, there is one important detail that I think you need to consider."

Sarah's eyes went wide. "What's that, Mrs. Fletcher?"

Mrs. Fletcher looked to Sarah with an expression of dark amusement. "Rabbit holes go down."

Sarah looked blankly at Mrs. Fletcher, and then her face fell. "Yes, Mrs. Fletcher." she said. She stood up, letting your cock slip out from her.

Your erection is softening slightly from all of the tension, and a good fraction of the class is looking at it as Sarah steps away from the desk. She looks around in dismay at the students, who are all now standing and gathered in a loose crowd around the two of you at the front of the class.

"You may proceed, Sarah," says Mrs. Fletcher.

Sarah looks to you with anticipated humiliation. She looks to your cock, and gives you a small smile. She makes an effort to regain some composure, firming up your face to give you a small smile. She turns around, and kneels down, facing the heavy wooden desk at the front of the class. The whole class mutters with anticipation.

"Come here, White Rabbit," she says with an innocent voice, as she lowers her head down to the floor, and raises her ass up into the air. "I've got a lovely rabbit hole for you to come in to," she says, planing her hands against the desk. She wiggles her ass at you, and to the class at large.

The muttering increases in volume until Mrs. Fletcher puts an end to it. "Anyone interrupting this demonstration will be given detention," she says, firmly. The muttering in the class hushes to a whisper.

Despite the eyes of the whole class being on you, your cock comes back to full mast. This is by far the most bizarre English class you've ever had. You slowly approach Sarah, who is kneeling down in the most obscene way, uncertain.

Mrs. Fletcher clears her throat. "In your own time, Michael."

You walk up to Sarah, and bend over to push your member into her still moist pussy. Sarah moans.

"Very good Michael," says Mrs. Fletcher. "You've properly gone down the 'rabbit hole', now. But unless I'm mistaken, you haven't yet 'come' into that hole. You have until the end of class to ejaculate into Sarah's vagina — that is, actually inside of her, not on her vulva — as a way to support your and Sarah's interpretation of her vulva as a rabbit hole. Otherwise I will give you detention for distracting the class with a spurious interpretation of Alice in Wonderland."

You begin gently pushing your member into Sarah, who turns her head to look up at you. Her face is a mixture of anxiety and determination. She looks up to you. "Are you going to cum in me?" she asks quietly.

You look down to her. "Do you want me to?" you say in hushed tones, gently pulling out a little.

She says. "Yes. I want to do well in class, and I don't want detention," she whimpers softly as you push back in. You can't tell whether the whimpering is from your slow pumping, or from the prospect of detention.

"Are you on the pill?" you ask.

Sarah shakes her head. "Let me worry about that. We can deal with it later. Right now I want you to come inside me. Let's get this show over with," she says.

You think about what's going on, and the fact that she chose you as a partner. You remember that Sarah misunderstood how the project was organised, but from the way that she dressed, she clearly understood what it was likely to involve.

"You're really wet," you tell Sarah, thrusting gently into her again.

"Yes," she says. "I'm glad I managed to get through to you that you should put your cock in me."

"Is this whole project really just about you fucking a boy?" you ask, grunting.

Sarah shakes her head. "Not exactly. I'm still not allowed to say, and we still have to do more for the project. But... I've been looking forward to having a choice over the sex-play I do at school. To choose who I do it with, and how. Not the teachers," she says, panting.

"Fuck me, Michael," Sarah said, with quiet tension. "If we do this right, it will be the easiest A you've ever had. Shoot your cum inside me."

Her words, and the situation, take you over the edge. You find yourself pumping your semen into Sarah's moist sex, in front of your entire class. "Uhhhh, I'm coming...." you say. Sarah moans and laughs with something like satisfaction.

"Very good, Michael," Mrs. Fletcher congratulates you. "You will be glad to know that, despite acting as the White Rabbit, in this case you have not come too late. Once I am satisfied that you have indeed ejaculated into Sarah's vagina, you will have provided some evidence for the thesis that her vulva is a rabbit hole. Please step back, and keep your hands away from your penis and your clothes."

You step awkwardly back, pulling out of Sarah's upraised pussy. Sarah keeps it up in the air, seeming to know what Mrs. Fletcher has in mind.

The teacher pulls out a marigold glove, snaps it on, and probes gently with one finger into Sarah's moist hole. She nods. "Yes, very good Michael. Thank you Sarah, that will be all. You may be excused to freshen yourself up."

Sarah lowers her abdomen, and kneels for a moment. Her face is very red. She looks to you, and to your shrinking cock, with a smile. "Thanks. Um... maybe read up a little bit, we're going to need to do some more 'interpreting'. I'm going to go shower, but I'll see you around for some more project work. Okay?" she says this in a slight hurry, looking around anxiously at the students gathered around. They are all muttering to themselves, the girls shooting each other worried and calculating looks.

"Okay, Sarah. See you later," you say. Sarah stands up gingerly. She walks quickly by more than a little awkwardly, with her hand to her pussy, keeping something from leaking out.

You notice that a small crowd has gathered around you. They are mostly girls. Most of them are trying not to look too much at your softening penis.

"Michael," Mrs. Fletcher addresses you.