Ian White: Redux

Ian white was a man in demand. In the school, he could barely take a trip down the corridor without being somehow accosted, waylaid, or importuned by a female student, eager to demonstrate their sluttishness, uninhibited tendency towards debauch, or express their fascination with his cock. Being knee deep in teenage cunt was a great idea in theory, but in practice, it could often be more than a little inconvenient. He had to mentally add ten minutes to any journey that he took around school.

Actually, fuck that, in practice it was exactly as good as it sounded.

The students at the school would do anything to get his attention, and there were hordes of brazen teenage whores that were constantly throwing themselves at him. Tits were constantly thrust into his face, thick, globular asses being clapped by pert fuckdolls just for him as he passed, lewd hand gestures, and the lascivious licking of pumped up bimbo lips were all part of the display as he walked the halls. Some sluts literally squirted as he passed, most deliberately, some just unintentionally upon catching sight of his unsheathed cock.

The school’s janitorial service had enlisted a special detail to follow him wherever he went to clean up after him with an industrial sluicing hoover.

But Ian knew his business, prioritised, and, generous as he tried to be with his time, tried his best to stick to the more important and pressing features of his job. He wanted to get the best out of his students, and wanted to be seen as a teacher that would push them to achieve their best and uphold standards.

Like yesterday morning, when he had seen the sleek, massive titted-brunette Jody tottering drunkenly down the corridor with a tight, too-small t-shirt just projecting out over her tanned, round solid monster cans that declared ‘I SWALLOW’. Clearly unsteady on her feet, and not because of the eight-inch heeled stripper sandals she was wearing, Jody was being supported by one of the Licks twins – he could never tell which – who was herself clad in a raucously immodest pink bodystocking with cutaway sections that exposed her slender, ripped torso and round, jutting jugs, and the pair were weaving all over the corridor. Jody’s mane of brunette hair was tumbling over her face, masking it somewhat, and Ian stopped in front of the pair.

Discipline counted.

‘A little early for a trip to the pub, girls, isn’t it?’ Ian mused.

‘What do you mean, sir?’ the Licks twin asked innocently.

‘Well from the way young Jody is weaving about here, I’d say she was drunk. She can barely stand unsupported.’

‘Drunk?’ said the stunning blonde teen. She started to giggle. She looked at Jody.

‘Something funny, Miss Licks?’ Ian said in a haughty teacherish tone that all the female students confessed made them gushingly wet. Not knowing which of the Licks sisters it was, Ian had resorted to using her surname.

‘Nothing funny sir,’ said Jody, ‘it’s just… well, you could argue that she’s drunk, but it’s more… I don’t know how to put it…’

Suddenly Jody’s head rolled around in an **** way, and she lifted her head up and interjected. As she raised her head, Ian saw wild, blazing, incoherent eyes, unfocused. Also, the face of the gorgeous brunette teenager was absolutely plastered in sticky white cum.

Jody’s eyes crossed, she went slightly out of focus and then her head rolled back as she asserted to the world:

‘I’M FUCKING CUM DRUUUUUNK BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!!!!’

The stacked fitness student slut made the declaration in bleary foghorn fashion, and just for good measure, while the rest of the people in the corridor turned and stared, punctuated the sentence with a deep almost regurgitive belch that emanated from her guts and reverberated around the corridor. There were giggles from students watching, and as a bit of a hush fell over the corridor, the teenage slut’s stentorian spunk-burp actually echoing around it.

The Licks sister winced apologetically on behalf of Jody.

‘Blowbang in science, sir,’ The stacked blonde student explained, ‘I’d say it was actually part of the lesson but actually Jody just fancied seeing how many ballsacks she could empty before Dr Sinclair showed up.’

Ian raised an eyebrow as Jody cocked her head drunkenly at him, a thick lace of cum fastened to her chin and extending slowly downwards in a cloying line.

‘Let’s talk about the proper way to address a teacher, Jody,’ Ian had said, unzipping his trousers.

Jody shrugged, head rolling around even more: ‘Bitch I’ll blow you out in bubbles.’

‘On your knees, you fucking dumb cumguzzler.’

‘Anything for you Mr Monstercock,’ said Jody, belching again.

The Licks sister had giggled again and dropped to her knees in the corridor along with Jody, and the pair of them ended up considerably more cum drunk after Ian had given them both a pasting.

Actually yesterday’s example was slightly unrepresentative, since in general Ian strode down the school corridors with his boa constrictor of a dick completely out, sticking out in front of him in a rock hard state. It tended to speed things up, prevent trouser destruction, and in general, dispense discipline more effectively. On the whole it was quicker to direct it at girls who begged him for a suck right there in the corridor, or send a bolt of precum flying the hall.

This morning, even that didn’t seem to matter. Ian was barely making any headway towards his destination as he walked down the corridor to his first assignation, cock out or not. It was his own fault. He was too good to the students.

For example, first year slut Rocky Ryan was currently cavorting her way down the corridor with a pornstar strut, perched on transparent platform heels and in pink mesh stockings and a matching pink mesh vest slashed diagonally open at the front, with one shoulder bare and a sleeve going down the other arm. Rocky, colourful sleeve tattoo on the other arm and sporting matching floral tattoos on her curvy hips, thighs, and ass, was parading a conquest at her side – specifically, leading a second year boy called Callum Carter down the corridor by his hugely engorged cock.

It was a perfectly normal spectacle, but for Ian, who always wanted to get the best out of his students, it simply wouldn’t do.

‘Rocky, you stupid fuckdoll, what the hell is this?’

Rocky looked at the horsehung teacher in surprise.

‘Golly sir, I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean.’

‘Don’t play dumb with me Rocky. You know perfectly well. What’s wrong with this picture?’

‘I’m sorry sir, I really don’t know what you mean?’

Ian had come to stand directly in front of Rocky at this point, and his eighteen-inch log of monstrously inflated muscle cock, the surface brimming with thick branches of veins, protruded out horizontally so that the thick, round, smooth glossy purple crown of the club had slid between Rocky’s thigh gap and slid against her slick pussy lips, resting against her splayed labia. The tattooed teenage whore had declined to wear panties that morning.

‘It’s all very well to have a dick in your hand, but why aren’t you jerking it?’

Rocky suddenly clocked what was being asked: ‘I’m sorry sir, I didn’t realise.’

‘Jerk him off, Rocky, you dumb bimbo. How many times must I remind you?’

Ian grabbed Rocky’s slender wrist and moved it up and down while her hand was curled around Callum’s cock. ‘Like this.’

‘Yes sir,’ Rocky said as Ian manipulated her arm back and forth so that she jacked the student next to her.

‘Filthy whores give handjobs. And what does this school turn out?’

‘Filthy whores, sir.’

‘Cheap filthy whores.’ Ian affirmed.

‘I’m the cheapest fucking whore trash there is sir,’ Rocky said.

‘Is that right?’ Ian said, ‘I’ve been disappointed with your levels of application for some time, Rocky.’

The monstercocked teacher dropped Rocky’s wrist and instead ran his hand up to her absolutely colossal, protruding, spherical fuck bags that jutted out of her chest. Rocky sighed as the bloated tip of Ian’s monster schlong throbbed against her slick clit, and bit her lip as he lightly slapped her firm tits, the massive solid orbs not moving as they stuck out of her teenage torso.

‘Let me show you what a whore I am, sir,’ Rocky said.

‘That’s the spirit,’ Ian said.

With that, Rocky picked up the pace of the handjob she was giving Callum, starting to furiously jack her fist up and down the young man’s massive footlong hardon. Ian felt her pussy squeeze the tip of his cock as the huge-jugged student slut pressed her thighs around his member, and her face suddenly took on a whorish, voracious expression, eye-fucking her teacher.

‘Let me give you what you want, sir. Let me give you what you really want.’

Rocky snarled at Ian, who felt his cock throb harder as the teenage brunette teased him expertly, steamily gazing into his eyes as she raised an eyebrow, and suddenly, without breaking eye contact, broke into a superior smile as her energetic fisting of Callum’s rock-hard schlong succeeded in bringing him to climax.

Next to her, the teenage boy broke into a fit of gasping and shuddering as Rocky pointed his juicy footlong cum-cannon at the brawny column of gleaming fuck-flesh that was planted flush in her pussy, and jacked the pulsing cock so that a dozen jets of thick white cum spewed from the tip, projected into the air, and plastered Ian’s dick from the base to the tip.

‘I’m this fucking filthy, you fucking pervert,’ Rocky said breathily, her lips a few inches from Ian’s as she milked the teenager’s pulsing cunt-hammer all over Ian’s throbbing cock.

Ian looked down to see heavy white ropes of jizz splattering all over the muscular, veinily bulging horsecock in a zigzag effect all over the gleaming flesh of his meatstick. Still Rocky jacked Callum and the teacher continued to watch further laces of spunk accumulate, wrung out from the expert handjob, spurt through the air in silky white ribbons, each splattering hard, heavy and hot over his rock-hard penis.

Then Rocky let go of Callum’s cock. She gave Ian a superior look, cocking her eyebrow again, and then looked down pointedly at the teacher’s monster horsecock, streaked all over with thick, white spunk that was dripping off the underside in seven or eight different places.

‘Ooops…’ Rocky said.

Ian was about to say something but Rocky swiftly inched backwards, releasing Ian’s dick from where it had been pressing against her snatch, the megaboobed eighteen year old teen grabbing his cock, pressing it downwards between his legs, and releasing it so that it sprang up and bounced around crazily in front of him. Callum’s cum was now roping off the end of it as Ian stood dumbly and Rocky just sauntered past him.

‘Fucking little slut,’ Ian groaned.

Somewhat shaken by the encounter, Ian made it to his office in somewhat of a daze. The appearance of the scaldingly hot blonde English teacher miss Campbell outside his office brought him back to reality somewhat.

The tanned, stacked bimbo was in a shiny black skintight micro dress that hugged her voluptuous curves, her monster tits sticking out of her chest and her wet pussy visibly peeking from the lower portion of it. Black shiny stripper shoes clacked on the corridor as she approached him.

‘Miss Campbell,’ Ian said.

‘Mr White,’ Miss Campbell looked down, ‘how about you stick that gorgeous fucking cum-pumping fuckrod in my tight little pussy.’

‘I’d love to, Miss Campbell,’ Ian said, his dick recoiling, bouncing, and expelling a fat, shot-glass sized bolt of precum all over the teacher’s cunt, ‘but I’m late for some discipline.’

‘Ian, I can’t help noticing that you have cum all over your dick.’

‘Yeah,’ said Ian, fumbling with the door handle.’

Miss Campbell extended a hand, reached out a finger, placed it right at the root of Ian’s dick, and drew a line all the way up the veined, cum-slick surface of his cock, carving a furrow into the spunk on the surface all the way up to his bell end.

She sucked it into her mouth, ‘Mmmmm… second year… don’t tell me… very good flavour. Callum Carter.’

‘How does it not surprise me that you can tell whose cum it is by just how it tastes?’

Miss Campbell smiled. ‘Come by my classroom and smash all my holes later?’

‘Like I said, I’d love to Miss Campbell,’ Ian said, opening the door to his office, ‘but I’ve got Foxie and Fuckey here, and I’m afraid that they are going to need some serious discipline. I’ll be out of action all afternoon.’

In the office, two students, Cookie ‘Fucky’ de Luxe and Trixie Fox, turned round from where they were seated at his desk, grinning.

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There will be two continuations to this - one on my patreon, where you will be able to read what Fucky and Foxy have done to be called to Mr White's office, and then when I've done that one, I will add what happens next.