Ian is prepared for his debut

A moment of silence followed as Zoe finally gave up her attempts to continue the conversation with her mother, with Ian wiping the sweat off his brow and doing his best to accept that the cum-spattered diorama in front of him was actually real and Miss Taylor giving him an approving grin once she’d assessed the state of her office in the wake of his dual cumshots.

Finally, the clack of Miss Taylor’s heels hitting the floor broke the silence as she sauntered over to where Zoe was sitting in the chair and got down on her knees next to it.

“Mr. White,” Miss Taylor spoke, after she’d left him fascinated by her retrieving her phone from Zoe’s cum-glazed breasts, “you owe me a phone.”

“Dock it off my first pay check,” Ian blurted out, being much more interested in watching Miss Taylor’s hands disappear in between Zoe’s parted thighs than he was in discussing financial matters.

Certain that she had Ian’s undivided attention, Miss Taylor began to dance her fingers all over Zoe’s wet, hairless snatch, teasing the drop-dead gorgeous teen to the point where she was oscillating her ass against the padded seat of the chair.

Pre-cum pouring out from his pisshole as he watched Miss Taylor play with Zoe’s clit, Ian then saw how the Head of Supply leaned in close to the student’s right tit and applied her lips to it, producing a loud sucking noise as her cheeks were pushed in against her teeth.

When Miss Taylor broke off her sucking on Zoe’s boob, Ian found that she had acted with such precision that Zoe’s small nipple was now perfectly visible, forming a dark counterpoint to the glossy whiteness that flanked it on all sides.

As suddenly as she had begun her teasing of Zoe’s spectacular body, Miss Taylor ended it and got back up on her feet, her long legs being pressed together as she licked her lips and adjusted her belt, as though doing that would make her appear more presentable.

Aching with the desire to fuck both of the magnificent sluts there and then, Ian found himself acting as the passive observer as Miss Taylor walked round behind her desk and conducted a conversation over the intercom in which she alerted the people on the other end that a video was to be recorded as soon as possible. She gave them the location where the recording was to take place, but again it was merely a combination of a number and a digit, “G3”, which didn’t say Ian much at all.

“Should we go?” Miss Taylor asked Ian and Zoe, both of which voiced no protests but obediently followed after Miss Taylor as she led them out of her office and back into the corridor.

Ten minutes later, Ian found himself alone in a shower stall, rinsing the sweat and various other fluids from his trim frame as he yet again attempted to comprehend what he had gotten himself into when he stepped out of his car and entered the school, ultimately deciding that for whatever reason, he now found himself surrounded on all sides by incredibly attractive and extremely willing women who were drooling for what he had dangling between his legs.

Still utterly perplexed by this new situation, Ian nonetheless felt his cock swell back to full hardness as he thought of Zoe, Miss Taylor and all the other curvaceous women whom he’d fucked so far that day, and barely noticed how his right hand had now suddenly been wrapped around his dick as he began to jerk off, secure in the knowledge that now matter how many times he came he would still remain rock-hard and ready to perform.

“You’re obviously not suffering from stage fright,” a voice suddenly declared, and it took Ian just a moment before recognizing it as belonging to Miss Taylor.

Without him having noticed it, Miss Taylor had opened the door to the shower and was now standing there completely naked and making no effort to hide the lust with which she was viewing him.

“Hello Gina,” Ian greeted Miss Taylor, hoping that it was acceptable for him to be substantially less formal when it was just the two of them.

Rather than to voice any discontent over him calling her by her given name, Miss Taylor now slid into the shower, gracefully moving in next to Ian as she closed the glass-door behind her.

“I just wanted to make sure that you were getting ready,” Miss Taylor informed Ian whilst picking up the bar of soap and beginning to rub it between her hands.

There wasn’t much that Ian could think of to say in response to that, particularly not after Miss Taylor had moved both of her hands down onto his cock and taking it upon herself to clean it up a bit.

For the next couple of minutes, Ian was caught between sheer bliss and agonizing frustration as Miss Taylor used her nimble hands to fondle, caress and jerk his cock, bringing right up to the edge before changing her pace time and time again, thereby prolonging the whole process until Ian felt as though he was about to burst.

Finally, when Ian’s pisshole was releasing pre-cum like a wide-opened tap, Gina finally leaned in closer and planted a kiss on his lips. Surprised at first by how tender the kiss was, Ian soon felt it grow more passionate as his hands began to slide up and down her body, feeling up her ass, her stomach and her tits, marvelling at how incredibly good each part of her body felt against the palms of his hands.

Suddenly becoming much more assertive, Ian backed Gina up against the tiled wall behind her even as the two of them remained lip-locked, and the buxom Head of Supply readily spread her legs wide for him.

“Fuck my pussy,” Gina had broken their kiss and was now pleading into Ian’s ear, her voice carrying a sultry softness with which she could have swayed him into doing pretty much anything at all.

Taking a deep breath as he positioned the plump business-end of his cock at the entrance to Gina’s sex, Ian then pushed forwards, feeling her pussy being widened in order to give room for his horsedick. Once his cockhead was inside her, the combination of her thorough lubrication of his fuckpole and the substantial wetness of Miss Taylor’s twat meant that Ian was soon feeling his balls brush against her thighs as he came closer and closer to achieving the impossible by burying his ginormous cock to the hilt inside of her fantastically tight quim.

Her brain seeming to have short-circuited as a result of the mammoth cock being rammed into her pussy, Miss Taylor was releasing a long declaration of what was essentially gibberish even as she wrapped her legs around Ian’s waist and began to meet the thrusts with which he see-sawed the first few inches of his cock in and out of her hairless slit.

As a result of the handjob which he had received at Miss Taylor’s hands, Ian was soon pumping an ample amount of his jizz into her pussy, his balls constantly churning out more of the stuff while he maintained his pumping of his cock in and out of her twat with such single-minded determination that he seemed to have become a man possessed.

The result of this was that Gina was soon announcing her orgasm with a throaty shriek as her body trembled against his and her girlcum poured out of her slit and onto his balls as Ian ceased the bucking of his hips and enjoyed the close-up presentation of what Miss Taylor’s face looked like when she was feeling particularly ecstatic and having her huge tits pressing against his chest.

After the two of them had calmed down a little, Miss Taylor treated Ian to another handjob, this time carrying it on all the way to a sticky completion that left large parts of her body covered in a glossy white sheen, and then left him to clean himself off yet again.

When Ian finally stepped out of the shower, he found that Miss Taylor was still gleaming wet with thick deposits of cum adorning her face, tits and stomach while more of it slowly trickled out of her pussy and that she had donned an outfit which just happened to consist solely of a pair of stripper heels with black straps that ran in a crisscross pattern up her calves and shins.

Behind Miss Taylor, Ian could see that his clothes had been brought to him.