Drawing from the reserves

“That’s right, Miss Rose,” the petite but busty redhead allowing her voice to retain the same mix of pride and happiness as she began pumping both hands back and forth along the length of Mr. Hawk’s fuckpiece, wringing precum from it so that the translucent fluid spilled onto her slender fingers and the back of her hands.

Meanwhile, as the conversation between teacher and student continued on, Ian was feeling pretty content with the world, as he stood hemmed in between the two jaw-droppingly curvaceous brunettes that were responsible for the manner in which his balls had swelled in size and scope so that they were now beating against his thighs, contracting and expanding against his muscles with such **** that it reverberated throughout the muscles in his legs and caused his knees to spasm every once in a while.

Bethany was squirming and trembling as she leaned against his one side, her face having been contorted into a mask of exquisite lustfulness as Ian went on working his fingers in and out of her pink honeypot, the supply teacher being amazed at the amount of her juices that had already spilled out onto the palm of his hand and left all five of his fingers completely drenched with it as yet more was flowing down her thighs, and with Alicia rubbing her mountainous boobs against his other side while tracing her lips up and down the length of his neck, showering it with kisses.

A deep, dark grunt exited his mouth when he felt Bethany’s fingers wrap themselves around the thick, veiny trunk of his cock, and he soon groaned again when Alicia followed her lab partner’s lead, thereby leaving Ian with each girl having one hand firmly fitted around his member, which they then began to jerk in unison, moving their wrists back and forth in a slow enough pace that it probably take several minutes before he’d even be anywhere close to blowing his load, but which would nonetheless result in his ballsack being even further weighed down with the cum that his balls were now churning out with unprecedented intensity.

While Bethany buried her face against Ian’s neck and let out a muffled scream of ecstatic joy as a copious release of her orgasmic juices washed over his hand and splashed their way back across his forearm before beginning to rain off it and onto the floor, her hand loosening its grip of his dick to leave Alicia alone in milking it off the precum that was falling to the floor in thick, heavy gushes, Miss Rose was moving towards the redhead and Mr. Hawk with long, purposeful strides.

Allowing her hand to slide across Brianna’s bubble butt when she slid past the dark-haired teen, Miss Rose made sure to sway her hips seductively as she moved closer still to the two students, even going so far as to throw Ian a sultry glance that had him releasing a surge of precum that would go on to plaster itself onto the left side of Brianna’s face, and then squatted down on her haunches, bringing her face into level with the bulbous tip of Mr. Hawk’s twitching slab of erect fuckmeat.

First drawing another blast of precum from Ian, one which Brianna was very appreciative of by the sounds it, by throwing him another seductive glance, Miss Rose then opened her mouth and brought her head forwards, bringing the business-end of Mr. Hawk’s fuckpiece past her lips and into her ravenous mouth, apparently being unable to abstain from showing a little by placing her hands against the small of her back.

The redhead giggled and Mr. Hawk gulped audibly at the greed and the skill with which Miss Rose gorged herself on his cock, driving her head forwards until about half of the turgid rod of steely cockmeat had disappeared into her mouth, at which point she grabbed hold of his ass and **** her head even further forwards in a move that didn’t end before the tip of her nose was in contact with his pelvis.

As Miss Rose began bobbing her head back and forth, apparently intent on raising the intensity with which she was seesawing Mr. Hawk’s dick in and out of her mouth till her head had become a blur, the sucking and slurping noises of her doing so began to mix with the wet slapping that was the result of how Alicia was now using both of her precum-drenched hands to jerk Ian’s cock, the buxom brunette having become so enraptured with the manner in which the ginormous pillar of man-meat was throbbing and pulsing against her grip that she’d forgotten all about restraining herself to keep Ian from cumming, and she was now positioned so that her legs were framing his and her pussy was placed against the outside of his thigh, leaving it free to gush out juices that went on to run their way down his leg.

“Cassy…” Miss Rose began, having suddenly spat Mr. Hawk’s prick from her mouth, though it was still connected to her chin and lips through an intricate web of spit and precum, “I’m guessing you’re in need of a pick-me-up?”

Still sulking a little from having received a lower grade than expected, Cassy shone up at Miss Rose’s question, nodding her head emphatically and smiling wolfishly at Mr. Hawk’s naked appearance.

“You don’t mind, do you, Veronica?” Miss Rose’s question was directed at the redhead, who shook her head, although she was sporting a displeased grimace similar to that of small child that had just been asked to lend out its favourite toy as she did so.

“Good,” Miss Rose rewarded Veronica with a dazzling smile that still wasn’t too much of a consolation for someone who’d just been robbed of the chance to get fucked by Mr. Hawk, to whom Miss Rose aimed her next comment: “Go fuck that slut silly, stud. Pound her tight ass and wet pussy till she doesn’t know what hit her.”

After responding to Miss Rose’s dirty-talk with a few fast and forceful blasts of precum, most of which ended up on her outstretched tongue, Mr. Hawk severed the glistening ropes of saliva and prejizz that had been connecting his bell end to her face and began closing in on Cassy, who no longer appeared displeased, but sluttishly delighted at the naked stud that was coming at her, his stiff prick leading the way.

“Mr. Khan!” Miss Rose’s call spurred into motion one of the excess boys in the class, all of which had thus far been idling in one of the corners while their classmates had gotten to have all the fun.

Apart from a superbly bombastic surname, Mr. Khan was equipped with dark skin, jet-black hair and a thin but muscular figure, and Ian guessed him to be of either Indian or Pakistani extraction, though his focus was mainly on how Bethany was writhing against him as she lived out the last stretch of her long and vivid climax.

“Mr. Khan,” Miss Rose repeated the name of the naked young man who was now heading towards her, his hard-on jutting about as he moved and his gaze wavering between her, Veronica and Brianna, as though he didn’t know which one of them to ogle, “have Veronica and Brianna lube your fat monstercock up, and then reward them for all their hard work by fucking them both as hard and for as long as you can.”

“Yes, Miss Rose,” From his expression and the tone of his voice, Mr. Khan was definitely willing to comply with his teacher’s wishes.

“I want the next class to show up here and find them both cross-eyed, sweaty and climaxing as you plough into them with your big, hard pussy-pleaser,” Miss Rose added.

“Yes, Miss Rose!”

“Oh and Veronica…” Miss Rose had stopped just as she was about to move on, “it does taste of strawberries… a solid A.”

“Thanks, Miss Rose!” Veronica blurted out, while in the background, Cassy was on her knees in front of Mr. Hawk, his left testicle caught between her luscious lips and his cockend aiming at the ceiling.