Still in the classroom, dazed

Casey shook his head as he woke up. His mouth felt sore, and his cock even sorer. The last thing he remembered was getting facefucked by his teacher as he was mercilessly jacked off. He tries to sit up and finds himself still restrained and buck naked, unless you count the alarming amount of cum splattered across his body. He felt some of it covering his face and in his mouth, though he wasn’t sure if that was his own or Miss Jackson’s.

“Oh, goodness you’re finally awake! I was wondering when you’d be up! Here, let me undo your restraints.”

Miss Jackson walked into view. She changed her outfit, presumably because her old was was stained with cum. She was now wearing a much more modest dress, a long purple cloth that actually covered her whole body (for the most part). It started at her shoulders down to her mid thighs, and didn’t even have a window for her bouncy breasts, a rarity in this era. The dress didn’t quite cover everything though. Casey could clearly see the solid outline in the front, as well as the tip of her cock poking through the bottom of the dress. While technically being more modest, Casey wasn’t sure if this actually was, and thought this made her more attractive.

Meanwhile Miss Jackson had undone all of Casey’s restraints and shifted the seat to an upright position to let him get off. He took a couple shaky steps but seemed fine for the most part.

“What… what time is it?”

“Oh… it’s almost 5! Sorry you were ****, and so I didn’t want to disturb you. I’ve already let your family know. I’ll be giving you a ride back home since the bus already left!”

She looked him up and down.

“You’re still quite messy, I’ll give you some time to clean yourself up right outside.”

Casey was led out into the hallway he started in with the “bathroom” equivalent of this universe. He tried to wash off as much of the cum as he could, though that was quite the challenge with the small sinks considering how much was plastered over him. In the end he was able to get almost all of it off and returned to the classroom.

“Um… Miss Jackson, could I have my clothes back?”

At this point Casey was somewhat used to being naked, and his clothes wouldn’t help cover up much of his body, but he still felt apprehensive about it.

“Oh, sorry Casey, we had a bit of an accident while you were ****. One of the students was helping me move the bucket of your cum from earlier and spilled it over the floor, and a lot of it ended up all over your clothes.”

She showed him a basket containing almost unrecognizable clothing, completely drenched in your juices.

“I’ll take this home myself and clean it up. I’ll return it to you tomorrow. That way you don’t have to clean it yourself. Now if you’re all cleaned up, grab your things and come with me so I can drop you off.”

Casey grabbed his things and followed her out the door. For the most part his stuff was largely the same, same backpack, same notes, same pencils. However he couldn’t help but feel like he was forgetting something