Detention

After the two late arrivals had taken their seats, the lesson continuing from where it had been interrupted, with Kathy listening to Mr. White with a great deal of curiosity, hoping to learn a little more about how exactly things went at the school.

As it turned out, Mr. White was in the process of dealing with sexual myths through history, a subject which he dealt with in a manner that suggested that he was a good teacher; supplying his students with the bigger picture but with recurring mention of various smaller ones in order to suggest how the bigger one had influenced people.

Currently, Mr. White was discussing the myth about the size of black men’s cocks, explaining how that particular misconception owed itself to 19th century racism, when the idea had been that the black man having a big penis was a sure sign of his beastliness and his belonging on a lower rung of the evolutionary ladder, closer to humanity’s primate relatives that the white man, whose supposedly smaller cock might have been a throwback to the ancient Greek idea of a small member being aristocratic.

But, apparently, the irony was that the human penis was disproportionately large when compared with those of his primate cousins, meaning that the silly old chauvinists had in fact been working to elevate the sub-Saharan African to a higher state of humanity.

“Excuse me Mr. White?” Kathy had stuck her arm up, the fact that she found the lesson to be quite interesting not doing much to diminish her eagerness to get Mr. White out of his pants.

“Yes?” Ian nodded at Kathy.

“Well, Mr. White,” Kathy began, recognizing that every last one of her classmates were sitting silent, waiting to hear what she had to say, “all this talk about the racist origins of the black cock myth is really rather lovely, but it seems a bit superfluous when all you have to do to debunk it once and for all is to drop your pants.”

This rallied Kathy’s female classmates into releasing a storm of claps, cheers and catcalls in favour of what she was hinting at, while Mr. White simply crossed his arms and sent her a thin, calm smile.

“Yes, Kathy,” Mr. White began, once the noise-level had returned to normal, “that’s a good point, and I might even have listened to you, had you bothered with showing up for class in time.”

Sulking a little about how she had been shot down by her new teacher, Kathy said nothing more as the last couple of minutes of the lesson went past, with Mr. White just managing to get in his final thoughts on the subject of sexual myths before the bell rang and the class rose from their desks.

Eager to find out what her new classmates might have to talk about during the short break before the next lesson, Kathy was slightly surprised by Mr. White saying “Kathy, Sonya, I want you to stay here for a little while,” when the two of them passed by his desk.

“Anything you say, Sir,” Sonya moaned out as she stopped dead in her tracks.

“Good luck girls!” One of the other teen babes in the class cried out before exiting the room, her address releasing a symphony of giggles and laughs from the rest of the girls.

As the rest of their class filed out into the corridor, Sonya and Kathy exchanged a horny glance, with both of them feeling anxious to find out just what reason Mr. White had for detaining them.

Instead of telling them that straight away, Mr. White pulled out a drawer and picked up a cell phone.

“Hey, honey,” Kathy heard Mr. White say to the person he had called, and for some reason she guessed that he was talking to a woman, “I’m just calling to tell you that I’m holding on to two girls from your next class. It’s Sonya Schwartz and the new girl.”

“Uh-huh,” Mr. White said next, before breaking out into a happy grin and shaking his head softly, “yeah, I’ll be sure to do that. I love you too.”

“Right,” Mr. White began once he’d placed his phone back inside the drawer, “now what’s your excuse for not showing up until class was almost over?”

“Well, Sir,” Sonya began, “I was going to show up in time, but then I ran into Kathy, and we just had to lick each other’s pussies. Then Kathy got a little bit excited and jumped me from behind with a dildo, after which I had to get even with her.”

“Of course.” Mr. White nodded his head.

“And then I had to change into this,” Sonya motioned at her slutty, dishevelled schoolgirl outfit, “so we could look alike a bit. Do you like how we look together, Mr. White?”

As Sonya hooked her arm around Kathy’s waist and pulled her close, Mr. White nodded his head and watched Kathy plant a kiss on Sonya’s cheek before shooting him a very suggestive look.

“Then we had to borrow the dildo from Amanda, and try it out, and then I just had to take Kathy to the staffroom and let her see the board.”

“You snuck into the staffroom? Girls, you know that that’s not allowed.”

“We’re so sorry, Sir,” Kathy began, still standing pressed against Sonya, “will you have to punish us for it?”

Mr. White responded to Kathy’s question by undoing his belt buckle and pulling down his fly, looking straight at her and saying “I suspect that you’ve been wanting to see this for a while.”

Her hand actually shaking as she reached into Mr. White’s trousers, Kathy groaned heartily upon feeling the warm thickness of his member against her fingers, biting her lip as she pulled his cock out into the open.

“Oh fuck Sir…” Kathy went on to moan as she stared at his colossal dick pushing out towards her, the picture on the board not having done the turgid pole of cockmeat justice.

“Get on your knees, Kathy,” Mr. White told the horny brunette, who readily did as he told her to, soon having both of her hands caressing the length of his member, as though she needed to touch it again in order to actually believe that it was real.

Yelping when her sliding of her fingers up the veined length of Ian’s prick made it discharge a thick bolt of precum which hit her in the face, Kathy found that more of the translucent fluid was soon pulsing freely from his pisshole.

Sticking out her tongue to catch a few of the jets of precum while she used both hands to keep Mr. White’s cock steady, Kathy savoured the taste of his as much as she did the way in which his heavy member throbbed against the palm of her hands.

Invariably, Kathy was soon thrusting her head forwards; her eyes now narrow slits as she came up against the head of Mr. White’s and took it into her ravenous maw, loosening her jaw a bit more as the plump tip of the foot-and-a-few-inches of meat.

“She’s a good little cocksucker, isn’t she, Sir?” Sonya asked Mr. White as Kathy began to bob her end up and down his huge cock.

“Uh-huh,” Mr. White groaned out his terse reply as Kathy’s actions triggered his balls to increase their production of cum.

**** for a first taste of Mr. White’s jizz, Kathy sucked him without any mercy or delay, not having the patience to show him any tricks or techniques but simply acting on her hunger for his cum, swearing to herself that she would deep throat him later on.

At some point, Sonya pulled Kathy off of Mr. White’s pulsing cock, and the two sluts’ teacher fisted his tumescent member a few times, aiming its glossy tip straight at Kathy until the first jet of his cum came shooting out from it.

Having noticed during her orientation the previous day that the men at the school all seemed to produce quite a lot of semen, Kathy nonetheless found herself unprepared for the amount of jizz which Mr. White was now pumping out, his hand remaining on his cock as he hosed both of the horny sluts down with his balljuice.

“Oh fuck,” Kathy groaned again when the cumhail was over, almost climaxing herself when she noticed that Mr. White’s cock was showing no signs of softening in the wake of his sizeable cumshot.

Leaning back over his desk, Mr. White again retrieved his phone from the drawer and then used its camera to take a snapshot of Kathy as she sat on her knees, thick ropes of his jizz glistening against her tanned skin or soaking into the fabric of her clothes.

“I promised Miss Hart that I’d send her a picture of what you look like,” Mr. White explained to Kathy.