Amber gets facefucked

Amber was on her haunches with her back rested against the teacher?s desk. Both her hands were attending to her sopping pussy, one palm sitting atop her pubic mound with the fingers riffling the perky little nub of her clit, the other hand curving upwards so that two fingers were plunged into her pussy. The blonde slut was nicely sperm-glazed but Ian was of no real mind to be pleased with his handiwork. For one thing, he was still ostensibly teaching the class. For another, the fact that he had just fucked the horny young blonde slut and made her cum excitedly as her classmates watched in awe had no effect on the current state of his genitalia, and his dick was still releasing frequent, spasmodic splashes of extremely thick, creamy cum, and his huge shaft was still trembling and shivering in titanic orgasms that were sending raucous shivers of pleasure through his brain. He was, to put it simply, still orgasming freely and spectacularly, and was showing no signs of slowing up.

Looking down, Ian saw no real reason to stop what he was doing and commenced face-fucking Amber. The glorious blonde-haired vixen leaned her head so that the back of it was touching the desk behind her and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Without touching it with his hands, Ian moved his hips to guide the huge glossy crown of his cumdripping member against her plump red lips. Thus directed, Amber extended her tongue and used it first to lave and lap lovingly against the blunt tip of his cock and then used it as a platform to rest the pulsating, blood filled purple head upon, gathering it so that the heavy helmet rested on her tongue. Then, without either Ian or Amber touching the throbbing tool, Ian slowly thrust himself forwards so that the long, hard, turgid tube impaled the slutty minx?s face, Amber gulping and gurgling as the stiff meaty pipe invaded her mouth, her throat, and then eased progressively down the tip of her accepting oesophagus. At that point Ian drew back a little and allowed her to gasp, so that her throat wasn?t so crammed full, and then lightly pressed his fingers against the top of her head and exerted a little pressure, pushing her towards his thrusts, face-fucking his student.

With this act, Ian could at least expect to hold the classes? attention and the lesson, properly executed, was still under control. With this in mind he started to speak to question two in the book.

?Question two,? Ian said, ?is slightly different. The town of Heckmondwikethorpe is four miles from Barnstaple. The town of Hackendenthorpe is equidistant ??

At this a girl put up her hand.

?Yes?? Ian said, turning to a gorgeous brunette, looking at him wide-eyed.

?What does that mean, sir??

?It means the same distance away from,? Ian responded, releasing at that moment a wad of cum into Amber?s mouth, Amber making a curious, frothy gurgle as his creamy seed spewed into her.

Another hand went up. ?Yes?? said Ian.

?Will we need to draw a map? And if so, sir, could you do one on the board that we could copy?? said a perky blonde with a very cheeky smile, which suggested that she was perhaps looking forwards to the complications her question might provide for her ejaculating teacher.

Ian furrowed his brows, concentrating. Looking down, he saw that Amber was so inundated with his spurting sperm that jets of bubbling jizz coursed explosively out of her nostrils. Through it all, her eyes were looking up at him with all the calmness, candidness, and self-confidence of a girl that was sending him glances across a crowded barroom, and not kneeling in front of him on her haunches in what might loosely be called a compromising position. Even more aroused, Ian resumed his thrusting hips and increased the pace with which he was fucking her face, until it almost felt that his hammering strokes were nailing her head against the desk. Amber?s head at this point was indeed pinioned between the massive cock impaling her mouth, and against the desk behind. After a while, during which a few of the girls in the class were shouting encouragement and whistling, Ian pulled his cock out of Amber?s mouth. The thick tube running from tip to balls with slippery juices.

Amber gasped for air, cum spewing out of her mouth and nostrils, and she raised her eyebrows at Ian?s withdrawal as if to say that she was capable of taking much more and perhaps he had let her off a little too lightly for being a particularly dirty slut.

Ian meanwhile gathered up a piece of chalk from the table.

?I?ll see if I can draw a diagram,? he said to the class.

As Ian turned and faced the blackboard he produced a diffuse jet of semen that plastered against it and painted a portion of its surface white, inadvertently blasting a thick veneer of cream all over it. The class howled in laughter as Ian nearly doubled over with the **** of the ejaculation and sprayed his seed all over the teaching aid.

?It?s meant to be a blackboard, sir, not a whiteboard!? came one gleeful cry.

At this point, Ian dropped the chalk on the floor, grabbed his dick and decided to ride out the rest of the orgasm by jetting the rest of it randomly into the baying class, while Amber got to her feet and clip-clopped towards the blackboard on her platform heels, ready, it seemed, to write something profound in the lashings of cum dripping down the board.