Ian causes a minor delay

“Am I supposed to wear these?” Ian nodded at his clothes as he stepped up next to Miss Taylor, once again becoming aware of the lustful way in which she looked at him.

“No,” Ian was no longer hypnotized by the smouldering gaze being sent to him by Miss Taylor and instead turned his attention to the movement of her pout, lush lips, “you’re supposed to wear this.”

With that, Miss Taylor turned around and leaned forwards to pick something up from the pile of neatly folded clothes. By doing so, she had presented her flawless ass for Ian to look at, and the horny supply teacher could only hold himself back for a few seconds before stepping up closer to her.

“Ian…” Miss Taylor moaned out as she felt his cockhead land on the top of her ass, carrying on to utter a “we don’t have time for this” as the bulbous tip of his member moved down through the valley between her firm buttocks.

Miss Taylor’s protests were rather weak, and they came to an abrupt end when Ian pushed the business-end of his gargantuan dick into her asshole, her elastic sphincter easily allowing him full access to her anal canal as her words turned into a **** moan which was very nearly overshadowed by his deeper one.

Fumbling with her hands as she remained leaning forwards, Miss Taylor eventually managed to grab hold of the edge of the wooden bench and stood with her legs pressed together as the length of Ian’s veined pole was gradually introduced into her acceptant asshole.

Deciding to make things a little harder for Ian, Miss Taylor made her latest employee moan out loud by flexing her buttocks, the buxom head of supply smiling naughtily as her action provoked a thick dollop of precum to be shot into her bowels.

Digging his fingers into Miss Taylor’s delectable waist, Ian managed to overcome his instantaneous desire to cum and pressed on even as Miss Taylor began to push backwards to meet his slow thrusts.

At this point the two of them were becoming rather accustomed to fucking each other silly, and the events of the day thus far had certainly left Ian feeling quite confident about how to satisfy a woman, and they had soon established a steady pace in which to seesaw against one another.

Occasionally, Miss Taylor would stop their thrusting to drive Ian wild by tensing up her ass, thereby milking more precum from his cock, but in the end she would still be the first one of them to reach orgasm, to the accompaniment of girlcum trickling out of her tight, cum-filled slit even as Ian’s horsedick filled her anus to the brim.

As her climax left Miss Taylor in a less than composed state of mind, Ian was **** to offer her some support to keep her from toppling over. Even as it was, the voluptuous blonde was swaying rather dramatically as Ian carried on his fucking of her distended asshole, sliding his turgid fuckmeat in and out through her wonderfully elastic cinnamon ring as she experienced a lengthy series of anal climaxes, each of them more powerful that the previous ones.

Miss Taylor became even more ecstatic when Ian reached the point where he was about to ejaculate, the sudden swelling of his cock as cum began to be pumped out from his balls causing her anus to be even more distended, and her bliss finally reached its world-shattering crescendo when he began to imitate a watercannon with his prick.

Feeling Ian’s balls contract between her full, firm thighs, Miss Taylor was temporarily relieved of nigh-on all her mental faculties and could do nothing but groan, moan and scream as more and more of his jizz was pumped into her.

It took them a few minutes to calm down as the high of their shared orgasm faded away, but eventually Ian came to the point where he extracted his cock from Miss Taylor’s asshole, with her teasing him a little by occasionally tightening up her arse to keep him from pulling out any further.

Eventually though, Ian’s cock was finally set free, and Miss Taylor turned round to face him once more, positioning herself so that her left hip was nearly bumping into his right thigh.

At this point, neither of them was surprised to find that his cock was still fully erect.

“I’m a slut for your cock,” Miss Taylor sultrily announced to Ian as she weighed his member in her hands, gently shaking it in order to make the rope of cum which had been dangling from its tip to snap and fall to the floor.

“Do you know want I want to do?” Miss Taylor went on, not bothering to wait for Ian to say anything before carrying on to declare: “I want to have you stay the night in my room and fuck you until we both pass out, and then wake up in the morning to find myself on my stomach with you sliding your big, hard, fat monstercock in and out of my dirty little pussy.”

Ian gulped.

“Anything else you want?” He finally managed to ask her.

“Yes, I want to spend the day going from class to class and introduce you to them before having you drop your pants and stick your cock into my ass and fuck me over the teacher’s desk. And the only thing I’m going to wear all day tomorrow is your jizz.”

Saying nothing more, Miss Taylor stepped in front of Ian without letting go off his cock, and gently pressed it down before making him step forwards a bit, which resulted in his member sliding in between her legs and causing her puffy labia to be **** apart by his cockhead.

Watching Miss Taylor’s face become a mask of pure unadulterated bliss as she proceeded to bump and grind her glistening slit against the thick trunk of his cock, Ian was eventually sorely disappointed when she let go off him and stepped out of his way.

“But for now I’ll have to settle for watching you fuck young Miss Monroe,” Miss Taylor announced, not sounding too disappointed about that, “and you’ll be wearing this while doing it.”

This time around, Miss Taylor got to bend down and pick up Ian’s stage costume without him pouncing her from behind.

Ian found that his costume would consist of only one item, and it was a loincloth. The outside of it was made from fake leather which looked very wrinkled and hard, but the inside was padded with a very soft and smooth material.

At Miss Taylor’s enthusiastic behest, Ian put it on, and quickly came to the conclusion that it might have provided adequate cover to an average-hung man, but that it was woefully undersized for someone with a cock as big as his.

As it were, the loincloth was draped over the first seven inches or so of Ian’s member, and Miss Taylor certainly didn’t seem to disapprove of his appearance.
“Very striking, Mr. White,” she complimented him, “Have you ever seen the movie ‘Zartan, King of the Jungle’?”

Ian nodded. “Zartan” was a parody of the Tarzan-movies, and starred the senior Miss Monroe as an intrepid late Victorian-era explorer who set out for Africa to simultaneously investigate reports about a white ape and uncover the fate of Lord and Lady Greatshaft, who had disappeared twenty years earlier. Along the way she experienced several sexual encounters, which she initially responded to with faint hesitation before casting aside her Victorian sensibilities, and ended up as Zartan’s queen. It was one of Miss Monroe’s series of high-brow porn flicks, which also included “Cum-cannon to right of her…”, a Crimean War espionage story, and “The Maltese Swallow”, in which she played a hard-boiled private investigator and wore an outfit consisting of a pair of high heels, a trench coat, a fedora and a tie.

“Good, they’re waiting for us in the hothouse.”