Miss Johnson

Glancing at the figure in the doorway, Ian was happy to find that such a long amount of time spent in the company of gorgeous, big-titted sluts certainly hadn’t left him feeling indifferent when he was now faced with another one of them. And Miss Taylor was happy about that too, making sure to express her joy over him releasing a long rope of precum down her throat by reaching out to cup as much as she could of his balls.

A delectable blonde with a pair of truly gargantuan tits that stretched themselves out to about half a foot in front of her chest, the woman’s incredibly round boobs were so expansive that all that the flimsy white PVC jacket that she was wearing could do was to hang loosely to their sides.

Realizing that it would be easy enough for him to become captivated by the new arrival’s plump lips and high cheekbones or the luscious shape of her bared tits, Ian squirted some more precum down Gina’s throat as he allowed his gaze to wander down her flat belly to take in the thin white belt that was slung around her waist and how her tiny white thong clung to her pussy like a second skin, fitting to her so snugly that every contour of her sex was plainly visible to him.

The finishing touches to the blonde’s all-white ensemble were a pair of thigh-high boots with platform fronts and stiletto-heels and a pair of fingerless white gloves that ran about halfway up her forearms.

“You must be Miss Johnson,” Ian greeted the blonde, with Gina ensuring that he wasn’t exactly the world’s greatest conversationalist at the moment.

“Guilty as charged,” Miss Johnson smiled as she slid into the room, “and you must be the monstercock-wielding stud that Miss Taylor was screaming about before you plugged her mouth.

“Actually,” Ian paused to let out a long sigh as Gina’s spirited sucking of his cock continued unabated, “she trashed the PA system.”

Suddenly and without any warnings to precede it, there was loud slurping noise that rang through Miss Taylor’s office as she slipped Ian’s ginormous fuckpole out of her mouth, holding the rock-hard slab of meat in a steady grip while its bulbous crown remained only millimetres away from her full lips.

“There,” Gina was most likely addressing Miss Johnson, though it was sort of hard to tell when she insisted on keeping her gaze fixed on the giant rod stretching itself out in front of her, “now you’ve seen it!”

Apparently having forsaken her role as head of supply in favour of devoting herself fully to the worship of Ian’s cock, Gina gave Miss Johnson another second in which to ogle his massive fuckpiece before taking its head back into her mouth, clamping her lips around the vein-corded trunk of his member while the warm wetness of her mouth and nimble movement of her tongue **** him to release a baritone groan.

Ian had gotten used to the sluts at the school reacting to the sight of his cock with stunned, wide-eyed disbelief or dirty, breathless remarks followed by feverish attempts to get their hands on it. What Miss Johnson did was to send Ian a predatory smile before sticking one hand into her thong and releasing a girlish moan as she stretched the fabric of her underwear during the process of fitting several of her fingers into her soaked twat, breaking eye-contact with Ian and choosing instead to observe how his cock and balls were pulsing and throbbing while Gina kept on licking, kissing and sucking the meaty head of his prick.

One of his hands resting on top of Gina’s head, Ian watched Miss Johnson slip her hand out of her thong, with all fingers but the thumb now coated with her thick juices and felt another jet of precum exit his cock as she brought her hand up to her lips and made a show out of slowly and meticulously sucking her index finger clean, her eyes narrowing into tiny slits and her cheeks being sucked in somewhat as she caught her own juices with her tongue.

Sauntering up to stand next to Ian, Miss Johnson flashed him a very indecent smile as she held her middle finger up under his nose, a soft giggle flowing out of her mouth as he bowed down to get a first taste her honey.

Deciding that he very much liked the taste of Miss Johnson, Ian made the drama teacher let out a horny gasp by suddenly bringing his hand into contact with the front of her thong, and now it was his time to sport a wolfish smile as the realization that the garment was utterly soaked sank in.

Ian suddenly had cause to forget about Miss Johnson and instead focus on Gina when the blonde kneeling at his feet suddenly stopped sucking on his cockhead and left it in her mouth while one of her trembling hands came up to rest on the outside of his thigh.

Glancing down on Gina, Ian spotted how her eyes were now crossed, and heard the wet noise of her honey raining down onto the floor. The fact that she’d just climaxed from giving him a blowjob wasn’t exactly something which made Ian treasure Gina any less.

Transfixed by the sight of Gina slowly beginning to bob her head back and forth on his cock while enjoying her intense and very sticky orgasm, Ian’s view of the voluptuous blonde was blocked when something white and flimsy was suddenly dangled in front of his eyes.

Taking a closer look at it, Ian found it to be Miss Johnson’s soaked thong, and stood still and watched as she draped it over the trunk of his heavy cock, the second busty blonde present in the room just having enough time to make sure that her flimsy underwear was resting safe and secure on his fuckshaft before Gina popped the colossal pillar of spit-sleek cockmeat out of her mouth and sent him to within an inch of ejaculating by spiralling her tongue all across its fist-sized head.

“You might want to stand back,” Ian advised Miss Johnson, having half a mind to reward Gina for her expert sucking of his fuckpiece by making her the sole beneficiary of his impending cumshot. And from the way in which his balls were throbbing with a heightened sense of urgency in the wake of the second batch of pills that Nurse Pennyweather had had him swallow, it promised to be a big one.