Miss Godswell agrees

Miss Godswell stood silent in the centre of everyone?s attention, her lips quivering somewhat as she seemed to consider how to respond to Miss Taylor.

?Fine,? the busty brunette finally relented, ?I?ll go back.?

All this hadn't just left Ian utterly confused, it had also brought about a considerable bulging at the front of his trousers.

He had hoped that the aching erection which he was now sporting would go unnoticed, but his hopes were in way as Miss Taylor spotted it quite easily, causing Ian to wonder just whom of him and Miss Godswell that the curvaceous ponygirl-clad head of supply was directing her ?Excellent!? to.

Miss Godswell did sound a bit surly as she directed a ?May I go now?? towards Miss Taylor, though she refrained from scowling at the ?No, let?s go into my office? which she got as a reply.

Following the two women, and making a failed effort to ignore the lewd grin which Miss Taylor?s secretary was sending his way, Ian at first found the head of supply?s office to be pretty standard issue for someone in her position.

He soon changed his mind however when he noticed the fourteen inch fake cock in transparent red which laid in front of her nameplate, and went on to feel his cheeks redden just a tad as he spotted the photographs which decorated the walls, about half of them depicting Miss Taylor along with a variety of men and lovers, with whom she was engaging in all sorts of sexual activities, including a few which Ian hadn?t thought were possible, and the other half depicting other people doing much the same thing.

The biggest photograph was placed on the wall just behind and above Miss Taylor?s wide office chair, measuring almost three feet in height and portraying Miss Taylor laying on a bed, her knees hooked and her thighs shooting out horizontally from her waist, one arm bent under the massive swell of her tits while the other reached to her crotch, where two of her fingers were employed in parting the lips of her decidedly wet sex.

Miss Taylor had been naked save for a pair of high-heeled boots in black latex when the photo was taken, and the glossy reserves of cum that adorned her heavy tits, which seemed to be completely free of any sagging whatsoever, implied that she had been busy being fucked until just before it was taken.

All-in-all, the styling of Miss Taylor?s office did nothing to ease the rigidity of Ian?s member.

?Mr. White?? a voice roused Ian from his wide-eyed gawking at all the photos of Miss Taylor, and he realized that Miss Taylor was watching him with a thin smile on her lips.

The red on his cheeks broke into full bloom as Ian heard Miss Taylor commenting ?I see that you?re admiring the pictures? and the soft chuckle that came from Miss Godswell as a somewhat surprising result.

Now having Ian?s attention again, Miss Taylor gently rocked her swivel-chair and looked at Ian and Miss Godswell as they stood in front of her desk.

?Miss Godswell,? Miss Taylor began, ?Mr. White here is a supply teacher and you?re looking as if you might need some reassurance. I thought that it might be good if the two of you were to spend the day together, so you?ll assist Mr. White .?

?What about my class?? Miss Godswell responded, although she didn?t sound upset at being posted alongside Ian, which caused him to feel a certain relief.

?I?ll attend to them myself,? Miss Taylor vowed, ?It?s been a while since I last got my hands dirty.?

Judging from her looks, Ian guessed that that ?while? couldn?t have been more than a few hours, tops.

?However, before I send you on you?re way I would like to examine Ian a little closer.? Miss Taylor now shot Ian a look which made him feel like a mouse that?s just been cornered by a very big and very hungry cat.

?Uh?? Ian stammered out, ?how??

?Oh, you don?t have to do much,? Miss Taylor assured him, suddenly producing an iron ruler from a drawer, ?just pull out your cock so I can measure it.?

Ian responded to this by freezing up completely while panicking on the inside, and a few seconds of him neither saying nor doing anything was enough for Miss Taylor to turn to Ian?s new partner and let out a ?Miss Godswell, would you mind terribly to help Mr. White along??

Miss Godswell reacted by leaning in and softly undoing the front of Ian?s trousers, which caused them to bunch them a little and his cock to come jutting out to stretch its way firmly into the air, Miss Godswell just barely managing to avoid having the heavy organ hitting her wrist.

Miss Taylor rose from her seat and came round her desk, patting the ruler against her right thigh while keeping her eyes on Ian?s thick length of vein-corded cockmeat.

?This does long promising,? she judged, though her judgement was drowned by the loud groan which Ian let out as she wrapped her slender fingers around his cockhead.

?Hmm,? Miss Taylor hummed as she lined the ruler up next to Ian?s cock and measured it, her mouth shifting into a wolfish grin as she noticed that the turgid dick was too long for the instrument, ?well, you?re at least twelve inches long, so you?ll fit in quite nicely at our school.?

?Thanks,? Ian managed to reply, even if it took him a few seconds to formulate that rather sparse respond.