Ian gets propositoned

Looking up at the black board, Ian had to release a chuckle when he saw what Amber had written on it with his jizz.

What Amber had composed was a statement which, although it was hardly one of the most profound or thought-through things that Ian had ever read, was true for all of the women which had been gathered in the class room at the time of Amber putting it down on the black board.

In bold, messy print, Amber had written "We're sluts for cum."

Ian barely had time to reflect on the accuracy of that statement before the door suddenly flew open and a figure presented itself in the doorway. If not for the nurse's cap on her head and the fifteen weary boys which followed after her, it would not have been possible to denote that the female form strolling across the floor was that of Nurse Pennyweather, for she had made herself the embodiment of Amber's sticky thesis. Virtually drenched in balljuice to the point where her facial features where hidden under a mask of cum, only her eyes standing out in contrast to the glossy white which slithered softly across her face, while a multitude of cum-ropes dangled from her tits, arms and legs. The single most impressive rope of semen which that which began at the entrances to her pussy and asshole and then joined into one at about halfway down her thighs, giving off the impression that she had an unnaturally soft tail that dangled as she moved her legs.

The boys in the class all look quite taken by their tryst with Nurse Pennyweather, but they were still all sporting erections, no doubt as a direct result of them being on the same type of pills as Ian, for there was no natural way in which they could come out of the infirmary without their balls having been utterly drained by the insatiable nurse.

For once, even Miss Taylor was speechless, standing there with an open mouth and releasing one shocked gasp after the other while her eyes suddenly seemed twice as big as before.

"What do you think of my new uniform... fitting?" Nurse Pennyweather asked Miss Taylor, apparently finding the opportunity to tease her superior impossible to resist.

Overcoming the astonishment which had managed to seize hold of her momentarily, perhaps because seeing Nurse Pennyweather in such a state wasn't an entirely new experience to her, Miss Taylor opted to respond in accordance with the maxim that deeds rather than words.

Having been quite taken by Nurse Pennyweather's entrance, Ian suddenly found his gaze shifting towards Miss Taylor, and he could hardly fail to notice that the voluptuous blonde had shoved three fingers into her cunt, pummelling her sweet slit desperately while looking straight at the nurse, who reacted to Miss Taylor's act by letting loose a short, soft giggle, almost whimsical in nature.

Removing her fingers from tight slit, Miss Taylor carried out quite a performance in licking them clean, proving beyond all doubts that she loved the taste of herself, before turning to the seated girls, all of whom were still enthralled by the succession of outrageous acts that had taken place at the dais.

"All you girls take note of the fact that," Miss Taylor spoke to the female portion of the class, her gaze scanning across each and every one of the girls, "if you work hard and pay full attention while in class, you might some day be as big a sluts as Nurse Pennyweather already is."

It's possible that Miss Taylor's praise of her character caused the nurse's face to beam with pride, but it was impossible to discern under all that jizz.

"To work towards that end, you will all accompany her back to the infirmary, where you will spend the morning break licking every drop of cum from her body," Miss Taylor went on, then turning towards the boys, "after which you boys will gather round and drench her in cum all over again. Is that understood?"

Miss Taylor was met by a uniform "Yes, Miss Taylor!" from all the students, which caused a thin smile to form on her full lips.

"Good..." Miss Taylor spoke, "Class dismissed!"

As the class and Nurse Pennyweather shuffled their way out of the classroom, Miss Taylor turned to Ian, who had found himself slightly pushed away from the centre of attention during the last couple of minutes.

"Mr. White, how are you feeling?" Miss Taylor asked, purposely ignoring the fact that most female students gawked Ian and threw cat-calls at him as they passed him by on their way into the corridor.

"Fine, I suppose." Ian replied, not really sure of how to describe his current state after all that the day had brought thus far.

There was a hint of naughtiness to Miss Taylor's voice as she asked "Zoe didn't wear you out?"

"I hardly think that she could succeed in doing that if you couldn't," was Ian's response.

"At this school, Mr. White, flattery will get you everywhere..." As if to back up what she had just said, Miss Taylor wrapped her right hand around Ian's cock and began to jerk it with slow, determined thrusts of her hand, "incidentally, how are your balls doing?"

"Quite well, thank you," Ian was becoming accustomed enough to such questions that he no longer was rendered speechless by them, and now he even allowed himself to behave as though it was as normal a question as "What time is it?".

"Good," Miss Taylor concluded, and then dropped down on her haunches in front of him, "because you still have several classes more to teach."

"Ah," Ian sighed as Miss Taylor shut herself up by filling her mouth with his cockhead, "I can get used to this..."

After sucking on Ian's cock for about half a minute, Miss Taylor retracted her face from it and gazed up at him, "Tell me, Mr. White, have you heard of Tanya Monroe?"

"What, the pornstar?" Ian was somewhat baffled. In the world of porn, Tanya Monroe was living legend. During her twenty years in the business she had remained one of its greatest stars, if not the greatest, having starred in thousands of films and rising to become the owner of a production company.

Of all of her movies that he had seen, Ian's favourite was probably "Red Tanya", in which Monroe played a barbarian swordsmaiden with a raging libido who overcame her oath to not sleep with a man until he had bested her in combat by having every man she came across fuck her in the arse. And despite being in her forties, she still looked better than most Hollywood beauties, particularly since she barely looked to be a day over thirty. She had been the first celebrity who Ian had had sexual fantasies about.

"Yes, the pornstar," Miss Taylor said in affirmation, "she's one of our greatest sponsors, and a member of the alumni."

Licking Ian's cockhead, Miss Taylor then added, almost as an afterthought, "Zoe's her daughter."

"And?" Ian asked, eager to find out where this conversation was heading.

"And mother Monroe likes to get updated on her daughter's progress," Miss Taylor went on, "she's hoping that she will someday take over the family business of being Queen of Porn."

"I'm guessing that you're about to ask me to fuck Zoe again." Ian cut in.

"Yes, in front of a small bunch of cameras, if you don't mind?"

After a lot less time of contemplating Miss Taylor's suggestion than he would have thought himself to need, Ian shrugged his shoulders and let out a nonchalant "Sure, I'll do it."

"Excellent!" Miss Taylor concluded, and rewarded Ian by putting his cockhead back inside her mouth.