Natasha

Ian looked at the girl presenting the paper to him, beaming with pride and simpering in an extremely becoming way. She was by any measure, extraordinarily beautiful. Ian was at first struck, dumbfounded in fact, by the incredible beauty of her face, the captivating almond shaped eyes with the lustrous eyelashes, the delicate line of her jaw, the perfect definition of her nose, the irresistible permanent pout of her sultry lips. It was a face that belonged on billboards, a incontestable ten out of ten, famed with a blissful cascade of chestnut tresses that rippled down her back and over her bare shoulders.

Tearing his eyes from the magnificent specimen’s face, Ian took in the remainder of the teenage vision and nearly choked. The tits on the spectacular angel were, to put it mildly, fucking huge. They were barely being restrained by the constrictive PVC corset she wore. The tops of the sun-kissed boobs made Ian’s mouth water, and the two swollen mounds were inflated to an absurd size on the hot minx’s slender chest.

‘You are?’ said Ian.
‘Natasha, sir.’
‘You’ve finished?’
‘Yes sir.’

Natasha was doing her best to stand on her tip-toes to peek over the lip of the desk and down at Ian’s dick under the table as Ian took the exam paper and checked through it. In actual fact he merely skimmed the questions, but the time was spent to give him time to compose himself with the unbelievably hot vixen standing next to him, the corner of her lips caught in her teeth as she waited anxiously. Natasha, meanwhile, squirmed as she waited for her teacher to finish, learning a lesson in patience which eventually she couldn’t stand.

‘Please sir,’ said Natasha, ‘I’ve never had a cock as big as yours. I want to see if I can get it in my mouth.’

At this, Ian’s resolve broke and he stood up from his seat. More pencils clattered on the deskchairs as before, and more teenage jaws dropped as Ian walked out from behind the table and to the front of the classroom. The girls stared, agog at Ian. His member was massively erect, the veined fuckpole protruding from his groin in a way that transfixed Natasha. Her eyes struggled to take in the dimensions of the meaty treat in front of her, the immense pole not only being inordinately long but tremendously thick, corded with turgid veins and crowned with a glossy purple head.

At this point, Emma raised her hand again.

‘I’ll be a minute, Natasha,’ said Ian, and made his way over to the boobed blonde intellectual.

‘I’m stuck on the last…’ said Emma. The reason she trailed off was that Ian was standing over her desk and this time paid no mind to discretion. As he leaned over, the weighty trunk of muscular cockflesh thumped heavily on the desk. Although Ian hadn’t intended it, the plump head of his tool came to rest on the edge of the blonde’s test paper, and a droplet of precum seeped out, as if on cue, onto it. Emma’s jaw hung open as she stared down and tried to come to terms with the enormous prick that rested the full diameter of the desk.

Finally, Emma said, ‘Sir, that’s a monstercock.’

Even before Emma had finished her short sentence, Natasha has appeared at the other side of Emma’s deskchair, across from Ian, hunkered down on her haunches, grabbed Ian’s dick with her black latex clad hand and directed it towards her ravenous mouth. It disappeared into her greedy mouth with an almighty slurping sound that made Ian worry slightly about whether those students finishing the test would have their concentration ruined. Natasha looked up at Ian, her adorable eyes now sending a searing look into his as Ian luxuriated in the sight of the head of his cock penetrating the mouth of the incredible beauty.

Emma, pouting a little, continued with her test as inches from her face, Natasha sucked her teacher’s massive cum-cannon over the desk where she was trying to work. Occasionally, long ropes of saliva spilled over Natasha’s jaw onto Emma’s exam, but the blonde slut didn’t seem to mind. She showed incredible resolve to finish her test rather than join in.

‘Why couldn’t they do that over my desk...?’ grumbled the Asian behind Emma, trying to crane her head to get a fuller look at what was evidently a very sloppy blowjob.

At this point, Ian felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned round. It was a male student.

‘I’ve finished sir,’ he said.