Ian returns to work and Zoe gets another eyeful

After a wild night, Ian was enroute to his first official day at work. No longer a substitute teacher, he had been given a contract on the spot at Gina’s apartment, and had signed on the dotted line for an extremely handsome salary. Faxed back to the school to save time, and with Gina wielding de facto managerial powers – she refused to be drawn on the question of whether the school had a headmaster or headmistress – Ian was a fully-fledged teacher. What subject would he be teaching? No idea. What would his classroom be? No clue. Did the school have a vacancy? Hell no. But the question was settled. It was clear that no woman – teacher or student – at the school could deny him anything. They regarded him top priority. Residential arrangements – part of the deal to maintain exclusivity and apparent secrecy – were to be ongoing.

It all had seemed a little rushed. But while he had found that disquieting when he had shown up on the spot yesterday, and had kept getting yanked to and from situations all so increasingly outlandish and bizarre, he had reconciled himself to his new reality. Whatever had happened yesterday had actually happened, he had to remind himself. It was not simply some feverish dream. Or perhaps he was now living a dream. A dream that he was ready let wash over him.

And what better way to let everything wash over him than in a chauffeur-driven limo ride. On the back seat, legs spread out, Gina and Laura were either side of him as they drove to work. There was much to discuss – about the history, nature and purpose of the school, perhaps; his new role; an overview of the rules, regulations, and the code of conduct – but all that was lost in the cacophony of sucking, slurping, filthy talk and accentuated, husky moans as the two vixens attempted to service his monster shaft.

Ian’s dick was rising up in front of him and in fact the head was weaving in the air in front of his eyes as the eighteen-inch fuckstick teetered on the thick, girthsome, vascular pole of gleaming flesh, only actually about a foot below the roof of the car. Gina and Laura, each on their knees in front of him, both between his splayed legs, were tending to his distended, inflated organ with incredible enthusiasm, exquisite skill, and dedicated teamwork. His shaft was so enormous that their delicate, beautifully manicured hands were roving all around it, teasing and stroking it, holding it upwards from the base, fondling the smooth, apple-sized, glossy head, and sensuously lathering the accumulation of slobber and thick, juicy ropes of clear, gluey precum that were being disgorged from it.

‘GGGGGLLLUUUUURRRRKKKKK SSSSSLLLLPPPPOOOOPPPP…..Aaaahhhhh fuck…’ said Laura dreamily, conducting an extended smooch with the hot, hard flesh of Ian’s penis before drawing her head away and looking up, still admiring it, connected by the lips and chin to the monstrous fuckstick by a clear, gluey string of precum, ‘they’re going to have to surgically remove me from this monstercock if they want me to go off and teach any classes today.’

‘There’ll be no one to teach today anyway, I bet,’ Gina responded, ‘just a long, long line of girls in the corridor all looking to cram into the classroom wherever Mr White’s teaching.’

Laura’s eyes narrowed nastily, ‘bet you have your favourites already, Mr Stud!’ Any of your students in particular you’re looking forwards to meeting again?’

She was only teasing good-naturedly, but Ian blushed a little nonetheless. ‘It was all a bit of a blur,’ he said, defensively.

‘You mean your fucking dick was a blur while you were annihilating all those teenage assholes with that fucking huge schlong,’ Gina said, giggling, undercutting him.

‘Yeah,’ said Laura, ‘I saw you giving goo-goo eyes to Titania Titts after you fucking bukkaked that poor slut in drama and she came knocking on the staff door to see if you had any comments on her performance.’

‘I think you’re the sucker for big tits that we are for your big cock!’

‘Titania’s a very talented student. She’s got a big future ahead of her…’

‘That’s not the only big thing she’s got in front of her,’ said Laura, winking at Gina, and getting higher up on her knees above the precum spewing megadick to gently fold her plump, pink lips sumptuously around the curved, gleaming crown, sucking noisily and making Ian groan.

Gina closed one eye and stuck her tongue out of her mouth before probing further, ‘and what exactly did I hear that you did to that poster of Jodie Coxxx-Staynes? Some kind of perverted fan-service?’

‘I’m just looking forwards to teaching her, that’s all…’ Ian protested. At this, Laura turned her head to look at Gina, rolled her eyes and shook her head disbelievingly. The tip of Ian’s penis was carried along inside her mouth, and ended up prodding out to bulge the gorgeous blonde vixen’s left cheek, then her right, then her left again.

Laura was bedecked in an unbelievably risqué pink mesh ensemble with a skintight stretched long-sleeved top that hugged her body, the bottom part of it leaving all of her enormous, heaving, spherical and gleaming tits under it bare. She had a gold chain around her tight, muscled, tiny waist that at the moment rested on the immense pair of firm, fleshy bulges of assmeat that swelled in bursting curves around her waist, around which an intricate black tattoo crawled. The massive pair of meaty globes that stuck out of her rear were crowned with a minuscule, tiny pleated skirt of dark shiny silver that simply sat on her jutting buttocks. An ankle-chain and eight-inch stripper sandals completed the look.

‘Yeah right,’ laughed Gina, ‘you’re signing autographs already. Steady on Ian, it’s only your second day. You’re going to get a big head!’

‘Oh, he’s got a big head alright…’ agreed Laura, prizing her lips with a suctioning slurp and a teasing, tongue-waggling lick of the shiny, plum-shaped head of Ian’s massive, pulsing schlong, thick, juicy fluid easing from the gaping cumslit.

‘Well, there’s not denying the student body are keen…’ said Gina, ‘it’s like Beatlemania or something…’

‘I did hear a rumour about some kind of trending hashtag…?’ Ian ventured.

‘Well let’s just say word got around fast,’ Gina said, ‘which is why I decided to offer you a job on the spot.’

As Gina was saying this, Laura had moved upwards fully, arched her back, and lifted the bottom of the mesh vest as far away from her underboobs as she could, sliding it over the top of Ian’s glossy cockend and sliding it down between her bowling-ball sized pair of rock-hard jugs, the foot-and-a-half long shaft of throbbing, muscular, veiny flesh becoming trapped in the narrow channel between the fabric and her deep cleavage. Laura looked at Ian and licked her lips, her eyes narrowing nastily as the throbbing cow’s-heart sized cock head rose through her monster tits and appeared in front of her face.

‘Those pair of twins in the garage, though, that was something else…’ said Gina, turning and placing her ass in Ian’s face and slipping her fingers between her legs to part her slippery quim.

****

Back in the media centre, the initial shock of Zoe’s exposure to Ian White, the monstercocked supply teacher, was over, and it had been replaced by a raw and insatiate appetite for further acquaintance with the monster penis that the vaginal squirting occasioned by Miss Griffith’s eager ploughing of her juicy, bald quim with the biggest dildo available had not quenched.

‘More,’ said Zoe, ‘MORE!!!’

‘Oh shit!’ said Miss Griffiths, emerging from beneath the desk with the monitor on it, her brunette hair drenched and plastered across her face between Zoe’s supple, slender, muscle-honed splayed legs, each of which was up on the table in front of her.

‘How about this of the Licks in the garage?’ Candy Griffiths asked, playing another video.

The view on the monitor shifted to a video recording. The sides of the screen were slightly obscured as the camera view roved through a corridor on the lower level of the school. As it moved, Zoe, conscious of the way her pussy was convulsing as the busty media teacher plugged her squirting, shaved, teenage cunt with the monstrous dildo, was aware enough to register that the video was coming by virtue of a phone which had been placed between a pair of massive knockers and left to run – Miss Hart’s in fact.

Miss Hart was leading Mr White through the corridor by the dick, her hand wrapped sensually around the head, stroking it lightly, the megacocked teacher following behind. Both of them by this point were completely naked except for the stacked stripper heels that Miss Hart was wearing clicking on the floor as they went.

‘What a day!’ said Mr White.

‘Fuck yeah!’

‘Are all the days at the school like this?’

‘Well when you’re packing a dick like this I’d say there was a pretty good chance of that, yeah.’

Laura pushed through a door at the end of the corridor and the pair started descending steps into what appeared to be a large underground garage, with about a dozen cars parked around.

‘Now to leave in style,’ said Miss Hart, pointing Ian’s dick towards and enormous and luxurious looking limousine. A thick jet of precum pumped out the tip of the massive fucktube and splurted all over the side of the car. Laura giggled. Watching the scene, Zoe once again whimpered and convulsed as she saw the dreamy, rock-hard monstercock deliver such a fat payload.

‘Thank God,’ Mr White said, ‘I’m not sure I could fuck a single girl more…’

At that point, there was an audible thumping sound. It was followed by a giggle, and then another thud.

‘Looks like we’re not alone…’ said Laura.

‘Seems to be coming from inside the car,’ said Ian.

The camera, hovering at chest height due to the way it was crammed in between Laura’s monster tits, moved closer to the limo, with the stacked fitness-slut teacher bimbo still keeping hold of the enormous dick in her right hand and jacking it in a leisurely fashion. The pair of teachers moved to the boot of the car, from which muffled whispering could be heard.

Hooking her other hand into the handle, Laura opened the boot briskly and flung it up.

Inside the spacious boot of the limo, two gorgeous, near-identical, blonde, monster-jugged teenage sluts could be seen, one in a black shiny bikini held together by gold clasps, the other with a hot three-piece ensemble of skintight black shiny skintight PVC boots, and a paired-up shiny skintight black form-fitting mini-micro skirt and stretched boob-tube out of which her tits exploded, both of which were held together with gold straps at the sides.

‘The Licks sisters!’ Laura exclaimed, waggling her tongue at them and grinning through the expression.

‘Oh fuck…’ was all Mr White said. The camera captured a burst of precum at it spewed out of his cockend in a spurting gout that flew through the air and smacked one of the teenage bimbos in the face with a wet splattering sound, the shot-glass sized spurt of juice sliding down her features.

‘Sorry Miss!’ Lexxxy Licks explained, her face crinkling in adolescent apology, ‘we just wanted to spend more time with Mr White… on our own… fuck…’

As soon as she pronounced the ‘k’ of ‘fuck’, Lexxxy’s face too was splattered by a stinging rope of hot precum being jetted into it by the monstercock that was looming over the boot of the car.

Both bimbo schoolgirls accentuated their posture in the confines of the boot of the car, and Ian was soon looking at a pair of divine, curved, gloriously tanned, gleaming teenage asses sticking up at him, Laura helpfully curling her hand around Vikki’s bikini bottom and curling it over one of her round glutes.

‘Some of our finest students, Mr White… and sisters…’ said Miss Hart.

Mr White pressed the precum slick bulb of his massive cockend over the pair of succulently curved and juicy double derrieres in front of him, the camera catching every sloppy belching spray of hot, clear precum as it drizzled fat ropes of the fluid all over the tanned twin rumps.

‘What was that you were saying about not being able to fuck a single slut more…’ Laura asked Ian as she ran her hand seductively down his abs.

‘Maybe I could manage just two more,’ said Ian, to Laura’s giggle and the sister’s dual moans, as he grabbed his dick in his hand and launched it downwards to smack into Lexxxy’s buttocks, the heavy log of meat connecting with her jiggling glutes with a heavy slapping sound.

Within one minute, the studly substitute teacher had made both stacked blonde teenage schoolgirls squirt explosively as he reamed both of their rubbery anal passages with his eighteen-inch monstercock, feeding the foot and a half monster shaft of muscular mega meat into their intestines and hammering the steel-hard girder of cockflesh into their backdoors, with the slut who wasn’t being fucked twerking her sweet can at the teacher, jiggling her junk until Ian lost control and fed his giant schlong into her gaping anus. Pussy juice cascade upwards of the boot of the limo in spewing plumes as Ian anally destroyed the two sluts, using their anal orifices as his fucksleeves, while Laura added her ingredient to the mix by bringing herself off and squirting into the boot at the sisters.

The video feed then cut off as Laura decided to take a selfie with her hand inserted into the gaping asshole of Vikki Licks.

‘The Licks sisters, yes,’ said Ian, temporarily drawing his tongue away from where he had been using it to lick Gina’s pussy, her ass stuck in his face, ‘I had forgotten them.’

‘Like hell,’ grinned Laura, humping her monster orbs around Ian’s dick, and licking at his cockhead as it slid up in front of her face.

‘Well, they won’t be forgetting you in a hurry,’ said Gina, turning around, letting Ian see the way that her skintight stretchable leotard’s front had slashes all down the front of it where her massive, bronzed, round, spherical tits could be observed projecting out over her solid, deeply etched abs. ‘Where did you leave them?’

‘Glued together on the hood of my fucking car,’ said Laura, pulling Ian’s dick out of her cleavage and sharing it with Gina. ‘Want a taste?’

‘Fuck yeah,’ moaned Gina, the two sluts making out over the tip of Ian’s cock.

Ian sat back and enjoyed the double blowjob.

‘How about I show you some more?’ Candy asked Zoe in the media centre.

‘You have to ask?’

‘Well watch out for this one. I think you’re going to enjoy it!’

Candy touched the keyboard and brought the next picture up. Zoe looked at it for a couple of seconds. Her brow furrowed slightly. She was having trouble taking in all the detail.

‘Should have warned you it was a bit of a headfuck!’ Candy said.

The picture featured, as Zoe had expected, Ian’s vast schlong. It was taken side on, so that the left side of the frame was a naked body that showed off chiselled pecs, underneath which was a row of trim abdominal muscles and a flat groin. Around this area, every aspect of the geography of Ian’s body started to lose proportionality somewhat. The thick root section that extended off into the inhumanly monstrous penis that stretched out in profile, almost taking up the entirety of the lower edge of the frame of the photo, appeared as a cluster of thick, brawny muscles, obviously stretched and engaged in a solid clench to support the dimensions of the vast prong that jutted horizontally away from it.

Still nothing could prepare Zoe for the sight of Ian’s dick revealed in all its glory. Her sopping pussy twinged as her eyes bulged out of their sockets, her pupils dilated. The meat spear that protruded from Ian’s groin surpassed comparison with anything she had ever seen. A literal rope of drool dripped from her lower lip which settled on the t-shirt that was elastically stretched over her immense knockers. The sheer size of it was one thing. An authentic foot-and-a-half protrusion of solid brawn that was as thick as an arm that stuck out dead straight, it clearly was a thing of weight and power. Yet, large as it was, the aesthetics of it complemented the size of the girthy tool. Thickly bunched and bulgingly inflated tissues crowded the otherwise smooth shaft, adding a sheen of apparent muscularity to the rigid column. On top of this, criss-crossing the surface in plump, tumescent bunches, were a patterning of turgidly bulging veins that lay atop of the corded bulk of tissue and meaty brawn that ridged the vast pole all the way from where they sprouted around in clusters that decorated the thick root of the dick, all the way to where they massed underneath the crown. The smooth gleaming head stuck out on top like a purple ox-heart. The light gleaming on the flesh of the shaft made the contours of engorged vasculature and the meaty ribbing of tissue glisten deliciously, and only then did Zoe realise she was drooling, quickly slurping back the slobber into her mouth.

The picture had clearly been taken post-ejaculation, because gleaming tendrils of oozingly thick spunk were roping in white, pearlescent laces from the rounded tip of the shiny, apple-sized head which were attached to the glossy hood all the way around the lower brim of the crown and stuck to the frenulum where a lusciously thick and glistening bubble-studded strand dangled. The bottom of this perhaps footlong strand of gluey semen was a heavy, molten clump that was extending downwards, pendulum-like, though part of this white, sticky blob was connected to a thinner filament of cum that was suspended between it and a section about a third of the way down the bloated underside of the monstercock. Other drooping laces dangled from various parts of the gleaming, inflated shaft.

This was not the extent of what the photograph displayed, however. Several of her schoolmates featured in it as well.

Balanced on the top of the supply teacher’s dick, displays facing outwards, were five iphones. Arrayed in a line, each had a female pupil’s finger pushing it down to hold it in place on top or a finger and thumb held around it from the back to support it. Each iphone belonged to one of the teenage sluts and each phone was displaying a picture that featured them in an astonishingly lewd picture.

The first girl was in a somewhat unorthodox position. Nina ‘Jugs’ Bunny, a classmate of Zoe, so nicknamed because of the massive size of her huge, round, jutting cans, was located underneath Ian, between his legs, her head angled backwards and facing upwards, her mega-sized tits sticking out of her chest horizontally in the same direction as the teacher’s dick. Her head nestled under Ian’s legs, Jugs had her chest stuck out and was flaunting her naked torso, thrusting her stunning, tanned melons out, the taut skin tightly stretched and gleaming on the pair of bulging orbs. Many of the ropes of semen that were dripping from the underside of the monster, behemoth dick above her, some of the thick, gluey white laces which had become tangled together as they dangled off the muscular shaft, were attached to the glossy, bulging spheres that protruded beneath Jugs’s chin, and the jutting globes were cross-hatched with thick lines of the glossy discharge already, strands roping off the teen slut’s underboobs.

Jugs’s mouth was wide open, her tongue was stuck out, and Ian White’s massive, smooth, capacious ballsack was settled over her face from above, the rubbery, elastic skin stretched over her nose, and a thick, round, lemon-sized testicle placed over each of her eyes. Ian’s glistening, pliable nutsack was splayed over the entity of the schoolgirl’s nose, ending just over the point where it met her top lip. It was Ian’s hand that was pressing the balls downwards, both of the bulky orbs bulging over each of her eyesockets, and the immense fuckpole that was sticking out just above Jugs’s forehead gave her the look of an obscene and bizarre unicorn.

Zoe instinctively followed the ‘story’ as it were, and her eyes roved upwards to where Jugs was clutching her phone as it rested upon the very root of the colossal schlong that was protruding out over her forehead. It featured a photograph of her facing the camera and on her knees, her monster jugs busting out of a metallic slingshot bikini. Head upturned, Jugs had three members of staff clustered around behind her – Miss Hart, Miss Taylor and Miss Hills – all of whom were leaning over her, tongues extended, each releasing a thick rope of white, bubbly spunk into her mouth from above, two ropes entwined as one as it neared her lips, while Mr White’s characteristic torso edged in from the side, his massive schlong resting atop her glorious knockers, the shaft bridging both of the larger-than-head sized orbs and sticking out further, the purple head lodged between the cameltoe folds of Miss Hills’s pussy as it could be seen peeking out of her skintight shiny black wetlook leggings. The display on the iphone could just be discerned indicating that this photo had been ‘sent’ to the address ‘Bae’, with the accompanying text:

‘Will still be joining you for dinner tonight but I might be a little bit full… xoxo’

Looking at the picture, Zoe grinned at the idea that Jugs’s date that night would probably have been punctuated by cum-fuelled belches. She was apparently seeing a second-year boy. All relationships in the school were almost by definition open ones, but whoever was dating Jugs was going to find themselves ever so slightly further down the pecking order.

Zoe scrutinized the detail of the photo further, and turned her eyes towards the next phone that was balanced on the monstercock that speared laterally through the picture, this one ever so slightly askew because its bottom edge appeared to be resting on the tumescent dorsal vein that fringed the top of the monolithic slab of cockflesh from the side-view, the bulging protrusion tilting the phone slightly to the side.

This one belonged to Jizzelle Cumshotte, another firm friend of Zoe’s and classmate. Jizzelle was the scion of an incredibly rich and aristocratic family who had sensationally renounced her class status and privilege on her 18th birthday, whereupon she had eschewed the chance to appear on a trashy reality posh-porn show with her older sister by instead enrolling at the school to train for a career in real porn films, compressing her double-barrelled surname Cumming-Bagshotte into its more fittingly distinctive sobriquet which she planned to use as her erotic-movie handle.

Jizzelle was a perfectly and evenly tanned bimbo slut with a fuckdoll hardbody, plump dicksucker lips, glossy, shimmering blonde hair and a tattoo across her clavicle that read ‘GET FUCKED’ in elaborate script. Sporting a black baseball cap with a lurid pink caption of ‘SLUT’ emblazoned across the top of it, Jizzelle had clearly been on the receiving end of a serious amount of balljuice splattering, her cap in particular blitzed with thick splotches of heavy, opaque spunk littered in sticky, dripping gluey white cords that almost obscured the word on it, some of which were stretched in ropes from the rim of the peak to the letters on the front. There were three tendrils of different sizes and thicknesses hanging off the peak of the cap in a row of glistening ribbons of cum, the longest of which trailed down enough to connect with her collarbone. Her face was perfect beyond words, her features composed into an expression of haughty sluttishness, major satisfaction, with more than a hint of challenge in her smouldering eyes, which devoured the lens. Her face was flecked all over with white blobs of cum, and a lace of spunk attached her left eyelash to her nose, and again from the tip of her nose to the top of her lip. Jizzelle’s mouth was open and composed in a perfect ‘O’, and she had allowed a gleaming, silky-sheened, clear bubble of spunk to form between her lips, suspended under which a thick beard of cum that covered her shapely chin hung stubbornly off. The thick rope dangled downwards to touch against the iphone that was balanced on the dick underneath her face, but the rolling ropes of spunk were dripping down both sides of the handset.

On the screen was another picture, this one of Jizzelle herself snapping a selfie, two fingers of her left hand held up in the left side of the frame, her mouth open and plump lips stretched and distended around the jawbreaking penis that was lodged in her mouth, a fat bulge in her cheek bloating out the side of her face as the monster head protruded from the side, the teenage slut boggle-eyed at the baseball-bat thick schlong that impaled her face.

As with Jugs Bunny’s phone, this one also indicated on its display that a message had been ‘sent’, this one to ‘Daddy’ with the following message:

‘LEARNING TO WHORE MYSELF OUT. TODAY’S LESSON: SKULLFUCKING!!!! XOX

The next girl in the row along the topside of Ian’s mammoth member was another schoolfriend that Zoe recognised as Talia ‘Trip’ Tripplehorn, another eighteen year-old porn aspirant, who, like Jizzelle, was lining up a series of lewd and expensive contract scenes in her spare time. So seriously did Talia take this endeavour, that ‘Trip’ was actually not a nickname derived from a contraction of her surname, but the way that she insisted the moniker ‘Triple-X’ be pronounced, with three beautifully cursive stylised XXX’s tattooed on her clavicle, which nicely offset the gold choker that displayed the word ‘SEX’ in chunky letters.

Trip had her big, honeyed, cum-covered cans propped on the ridge of Mr White’s humongous, vascular truncheon, the smooth, gleaming flesh contrasting with the muscular heft of the brawny shaft below them, with her hands curved round the outer sides of the massive globes and her iphone cushioned invbetween them. In the photo on the phone screen, Trip had a sneering pout as she looked point-of-view down the long, crazily-veined turgid log of fuckmeat that was pointed like a cannon at her face, a rope of precum suspended between the drooling head and her chin, but the contrast between that picture and her other expression couldn’t have been larger, as a completely cumsplattered bimbo whore, with shiny black hair and a shaved undercut on one side, pulled a face with both of her bugging-out eyes crossed and frothy spunk bubbling between her pushed out lips.

The fourth slut in the picture and the third in the row that were arrayed in order along the top of Mr White’s monstercock was Lana ‘Easy’ Lay. Easy, a perennial head girl and student ambassador, was no so squeaky-clean that she wasn’t one of the more standout teenage schoolgirl bimbo whores that the school had to offer, but as she put it, she ‘like to help out’. Easy, like Trip, had one side of her head shaved and the other a glossy, straight black waterfall of hair, although she was set a little lower along the dong than her classmates. Lana’s mouth was open, but all that could be seen was her lusciously plump, pink, top lip as it smooched the top of the bulky member that was in front of her, the pressure on her thick top lip pushing it up to her nose. The bottom lip could just be seen emerging around the underside, and the tip of her tongue underneath it tickling the giant, inflated, vascularly thronged ridge of the dick’s corpus spongiosum as the massive brawny tube of tissue bloated the underside of the beheamoth dick. Caught in the jawbreaking task of trying encompass the girth of Mr White’s dick from the side, Easy’s gorgeous eyes were bugging out and even slightly glazed, eyelids flung excessively wide, which gave her an uncharacteristically braindead bimbo look as her lips strove to capture the entirety of the meatstick sticking out horizontally in front of her. Since her eyes were lower down than the other sluts along the dick as he cushiony lips nuzzled the outsize flesh piston, ripe with bulging veins standing out down the side, Easy’s iphone was being helpfully placed on the top of her head by Jizzelle’s left hand, which was reaching behind Trip’s head to do so. This picture featured Easy on her knees with her head looking back over her shoulder with her hands clasping her delicious asscheeks aside to exhibit her gigantically splayed asshole gaping blackly as a monolithic, dangerous looking monstercock loomed from the top of the picture, the thick shaft pointing downwards as a thick lace of cum dripped into the dark orifice from above, the glistening length looking as if it was about to spear into the radically enlarged aperture and once again wreck the teenage schoolgirl’s sphincter.

The final girl, situated towards the end of the teacher’s dong, was holding her iphone onto the top of the shaft delicately with her index finger placed on the top of it to hold it in place. This one displayed a picture of the girl’s face except with the now-ubiquitous penile missile placed over her eyes from the side, the thick shaft running over the top of her nose as her gorgeous smile registered her delight. This girl Zoe recognised as Saskia ‘Sass’ St Johnson, a troublemaker who was always trying to seduce male teachers in particular as well as being an all-round sizequeen bad girl. Sass was wearing a pair of mirrored shades and had her mouth open and tongue fully extended in an airheaded, slutty drawl, her face absolutely plastered from chin to forehead, stripes of thick, white, heavy spunk sticking on her thick sticking-up ponytailed chestnut-coloured hair, weighing much of it down. In front of her giant, tanned, cum-splattered cans tipped with small brown nipples, Sass was holding her left hand out, and had her middle finger stuck up in defiance at the camera, as a long, thick rope of gluey, glistening cum that was being disgorged from the tip of Ian’s schlong dangled down, attached to the digit, wrapped round it like coils of white, sticky treacle.

A number of emotions struck Zoe at the same time. First, she was chagrined at having missed out on the excitement yesterday. Second, she was still completely awed at the monstrous size of the massive cock being sported by this sublime, stud-god supply teacher. Third, she was now determined to feature in film and photograph with the same sense of style as the things she was viewing – except far, far more so.

The wheels were turning in her mind. If she was to make the leap to pornqueen, this cock was her ticket.