Meeting the class

Miss Hart followed Miss Taylor’s indication by glancing at the doors, seeing the baffled faces of several female students, and Ian could hear ask in a sweet, innocent tone of voice that belied every action that she had carried out during the very short time that he had known her; “does that mean that I’ll have to put this away?” A soft squeeze from her clenched fist made it clear that Miss Hart was referring to Ian’s engorged tool.

“Yes,” Miss Taylor responded, while Ian was more focused on the crowd of young women, all of which seemed to be equipped with beautiful faces regardless of their ethnicity or skin-colour that were currently ogling the fully exposed entirety of his tumescent cock, “I think it more fitting if Mr. White is allowed to determine whether or not he wants to let the students gawk at his admittedly humungous dick,” at this point even the ordinarily so cool Miss Taylor couldn’t resist to take a quick peek at Ian’s crotch, “all on his own.”

Turning her head to give Miss Taylor a disappointed look, Miss Hart at least managed to muster a little hope as she asked her “Can I at least tuck it back inside?”, and shone up when she saw Miss Taylor’s lip crack up into a foxy grin which was soon followed by a “Yes” coming from her.
Using one hand to balance the fully displayed length of Ian’s cock, giving the gawking female students a chance to make a proper estimation of just how long the thing was, Miss Hart then used her other hand to tug Ian pants down his thighs, and then placed his erect cock against his right leg before gently pulling it open, pinning his member down with one hand and not being above giving it a few soft jerks every so often while pulling his trousers back up.

“There,” Miss Taylor spoke soothingly to Laura, who retained one hand on Ian’s bulging penis even after it had been hidden inside his pants, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
The look which Laura gave Ian before turning to face Miss Taylor again fell just short of making him pop his load in his pants, but if the blonde gym-teacher heard his hoarse groan she made no mention of it as she glanced at Miss Taylor, saying “You know something? I can’t feel if what I’m rubbing my hand against is Mr. White’s kneecap or his cockhead.”
“Laura,” Miss Taylor lost her professional tone for a brief moment, “you have a class waiting, remember?”
It was clear that her caressing of his bulky dick-end had left Laura almost as distracted as Ian from how she uttered a hazy “Right,” before finally removing her hand from his genitals and harrumphing before adding a “then let’s go inside.”
“Good,” Miss Taylor judged the outcome of the situation, “and Mr. White,” she looked at Ian, who turned towards her after at first heading for the pair of doors and the waiting crowd of horny-looking teens, “I’ll see more of you later on. Much, much more of you,” to which Ian found himself capable of doing anything other than groaning in reply.

Ian followed Miss Hart, doing his best to keep his gaze above that juicy ass of hers, particularly ignoring the way in which the obscenely narrow strap of her thong disappeared down between her powerful glutes, and was thus shielded by her to some extent from the two dozen of young, scantily clad females which had bunched up around the other side of the doors.

The scant clothing was identical from girl to girl, making Ian suspect that this was in fact the P.E. version of the girls’ uniform that he had been unable to avoid noticing during his earlier walk down the school halls with Miss Taylor, and consisted of sandals similar to Miss Hart’s pair, making Ian wonder if these women actually wore those things when carrying out physical activities which didn’t centre around sex, a half-breed of panties and hot pants slung over their hips; tight enough for the outlines of each girl’s pussy to be visible through it and made out of red latex, which matching pieces of stringing tied through loops at the side to keep it in place, and a bra which was identical with the minor hot pants when it came to material and colour; two triangular flaps of vividly red latex clinging to the girls’ tits before ending abruptly just below the nipples. As with them all having beautiful faces, the young women also had it in common that they had been gifted with enormous tits, Ian realising that double D cups were probably considered somewhat smallish amongst this crowd, and had probably acquired their firm, hard bodies through hard work and healthy living.

For the first minute of her and Ian entering the large gym hall Miss Hart said nothing as her pupils leapt at him, subjecting him to a veritable forest of hands which cupped, pinched and fondled every inch of his body, although his ass and crotch were the obvious favourites, before finally sounding of a “Settle down! Settle down!” which took effect after a few seconds, the students pulling back to create a safe zone of a few feet of open space for Ian, who remained flustered by the way in which they had treated him.

“Class,” Miss Hart began, “this is Mr. White, he is here to assist me in teaching you today,” Laura then paused and allowed her gaze to trail across the tightly packed mass of voluptuous young bodies, “and I expect you to treat him with the same level of respect that you give me.”

“Excuse me, Miss Hart,” Ian took the chance to speak to Laura as the twenty-four nubile vixens were carrying out their stretching before starting the physical education, “but I was wondering where…”, but paused as she told him “It’s Laura when the student’s aren’t listening,” and then went on; “where are the boys?”
Once more Laura flashed Ian a smile, eyeing him intently before asking him; “Why? Are you afraid that we might prove a few too many for you to handle all on your own?”, and giggling at the way in which Ian’s cheeks reddened before informing him that “The boys of these two classes are currently on a school trip; three days of rugby and three nights of visiting strip joints”, to which Ian could utter mutter a weak “Right” as the girls rounded of their warm-up.