Next period - P.E.

At this, the bell went, signalling the end of the first period.

Panting hard, looking down, Ian couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Under his aegis, the rehearsal of the upcoming play 'What the Butler Saw' had not only been unfaithful to the text, but had stretched the concept of artistic interpretation to its very limit, broken it, and come out the other side absolutely saturated in cum. It culminated in what he beheld in front of him now: two giggling eighteen-year-old schoolgirls on their knees in front of him, engaged in a succession of deep, cum-filled kisses. Both of them were not only drenched in cum after his awesome ejaculation, having taken their facials like seasoned pornstars on their upturned faces, but the fact that neither of them had successfully removed every stitch of their PVC nurse outfits added to the whole aura of surreal debauch. They were plastered in his jizz and were loving it, both of them still fighting to suck the last few drops of jizz from Ian’s quivering member, even as the four boys around them busied themselves back from their stage-clothes into their school uniforms in readiness for their next lesson.

At this point, Miss Taylor returned. The head of supply for the school, a six-foot blonde of the kind of beauty so staggering and intense it make Ian almost afraid to look at her, improbably clad in what can only be described in a PVC catsuit, entered the drama studio as the boys of the class filed out of the door.

Ian froze, the proportion of gooey evidence on the two teenagers in front of him lapping at his cock enough to get him not only fired from most schools, but also disbarred from the profession and probably jailed too. He had prevaricated over getting involved in the saucy activities of the lesson, lured into doing so by an invite from Amy, a dildo-plugged student of scalding sexuality who was now a cumblasted mess at his feet.

In the face of all this, Miss Taylor merely smiled. ‘It’s good to know you’ve found your feet here, Mr White. If you show this kind of commitment to the school it’s possible we might be able to find a permanent position for you here.’

Ian blinked. Miss Taylor had just congratulated him for exploding all over two of his students.

‘Girls,’ continued Miss Taylor, ‘get dressed and off to your next lesson.’

At this, Amy and Rachael reluctantly got to their feet and struggled to cinch themselves back into the black latex stockings and vertiginous platform heels that, for some inconceivable reason, comprised the uniform in what Ian was increasingly seeing as less of a school and more a hotbed of lascivious activity

Miss Taylor shooed the students out of the drama studio and urged them onto their next lessons. Ian’s two star pupils were still connected by the chin with a slender rope of cum as they passed him at the door, and went out into the corridor without the slightest concern about their appearance. They even light-heartedly compared the amount jizz that still clung to their hair. Rachael, who had taken three cumshots simultaneously, had her brown tresses heavily matted with the stuff.

"Great lesson sir," said Amy as she left, finally fitting her huge boobs back into her bra, not before licking an errant droplet of cum from her nipple.

Trying to get some answers, Ian buttonholed Miss Taylor as he tried to preserve some modicum of modesty by getting dressed . "Excuse me," he said, strangely unsure of whether he should have the temerity to draw her attention to this outrageous and saucy behaviour, "but I can't help but have noticed... there's something different about this school."

Miss Taylor smiled. "I've heard it called that before."

"Well... it's just that... is this normal... procedure?"

"That's how we like to do things round here. You seem to be fitting right in. And considering the size of your cock, Mr White, I’d guess it’s not easy to find suitable holes for you to fit into, am I right?"

Ian felt himself flush at the gorgeous blonde’s praise. ‘But, you appreciate my concern, surely,’ he persisted, ‘It's just that there's something... a little odd about this place.’

"There's no big mystery, Mr White. This is a school for the sexually gifted. We take on students who are sexually precocious, and, with a slightly altered curriculum to your usual common-or-garden state school we turn these people into the finished product. Think of it as a kind of... liberated finishing school. The nurturing of the sexual potential of this country's youth."

"I see."

"So don't worry if it's a little different to your usual bill of fare. It takes all sorts to make a world. Just muck in, do your best. We're a little short-handed here today. We're very broadminded here as you may have noticed."

"I had noticed that, yes."

‘How would you feel about teaching P.E next lesson?’ Miss Taylor said.

‘Sure,’ Ian responded. ‘I can do that.’

‘Excellent,’ said Miss Taylor. ‘We’re not too far from the gym. I’ll take you and introduce you to the head of P.E, Miss Hart.’

When Ian had finally got himself dressed, he and Miss Taylor made their way out of the drama studio and up the corridor towards a pair of double doors, outside which a blonde woman was stood

‘Miss Hart,’ Miss Taylor called.

The woman turned around to face them, and grinned. It was a cheeky smile, with a rather obvious lascivious too-knowing subtext to it that caused her jaw to hang slightly open, almost hungrily. A pair of severely arched eyebrows accentuated the narrowness of her greedy-looking eyes, the nasty glint in which was offset by her excessively plump, ripe lips. It was the gorgeous face of totally self-assured man-eater.

Miss Hart was wearing an inordinately tight white t-shirt that clung to her body like elastic. Flush around her neck and the tops of her shoulders, the body of this obscene garment actually only went roughly eight inches down her torso, where it was abruptly abbreviated. The result was that it barely covered even the upper halves of her tits, and was stretched as tight as the skin of a drum over the top of those two spectacular mounds, the thin fabric drawn suffocatingly snugly over her boobs. Bursting out brazenly from beneath what was only really the suggestion of a t-shirt were the mouth-watering, deeply tanned undersides of Miss Hart’s tits, seemingly untroubled by the constraints of gravity. Perfectly round, succulent golden orbs, these gleaming globes were simply the biggest jubblies Ian had ever seem. To him they seemed every bit as large, dangerous and intimidating as nuclear warheads. Emblazoned across the t-shirt in lurid pink capital letters was the word ‘SLUT’, the slogan suspended alluringly across these magnificent, exploding breasts.

Miss Hart’s midriff was entirely bare. Her slender waist was etched with the definitive outline of a set of very finely honed abdominal muscles, with the additional crawl of a black tattoo climbing from her loins as if to clutch at her navel. As womanly and voluptuous the top half of Miss Hart’s body had been, her lower belly was muscular and taut, stripped ruthlessly of all excess. As with the t-shirt, nothing was left to the imagination. A minuscule black thong was all she wore, the spaghetti-thin straps slung high over her curvy hips. On her feet were what looked to be at least eight-inch high platform-heeled wedge sandals.

‘Ooh,’ said Miss Hart to Miss Taylor, before casting a suggestive glance at Ian and winking. ‘How nice of you to bring me a treat to snack on during breaktime!’

‘Laura, this is Mr. White. He’s going to assist your in your games lesson next period.’

‘Is that right?’ said Miss Hart, licking her lips, stepping forward, and extending her right hand. Ian reached out to shake it, but her hand eluded me, snaked past his grip and fastened around his belt. ‘Do you like Physical Education?’ she said, while her nimble fingers unclasped the belt, unzipped him and dived into his trousers.

Taken aback, Ian mumbled incoherently. He was amazed that this brazen slut, however sexy, was at this very moment releasing his manhood into the air, but at the same time, he was not of the mind to deny the captivating Laura Hart anything she set her heart on, no matter how excessive.

In the blink on an eye, Laura had wrapped her fingers around Ian’s dick, uncoupled it from the confines of his trousers and jerked it into full view. Ian was completely rigid, the thick pillar of meat standing fully tumescent, as this rampant P.E teacher slowly fisted her hand over the length of the tool, surveying it and running her hand over the vein-engorged length as a slow, satisfied smile spread over her luscious lips.

‘Miss Taylor, where do you find them?’ purred Miss Hart. ‘He’s fucking enormous. One for the top of the staff board I think!’

Biting her lip as she massaged the thick pole, Ian heard her say, ‘put it in my ass.’

‘I’m sorry?’ Ian said, in something of a daze.

‘Oh, you won’t be,’ she replied, and turned, her eyes locked onto Ian’s. Ian looked down. She was presenting him with the pertest, ripest, juiciest ass he had ever seen. The succulent curves of her bronzed buttocks almost made his heart stop. Looking back at him over her shoulder, her superb blonde tresses framing her beautiful face, and bending over with her hands on her knees, Laura said, ‘what are you waiting for?’

‘Miss Hart,’ said Miss Taylor, ‘you do have a lesson to teach. Perhaps Mr White would be good enough to fuck your ass later?’

At this, Miss Taylor indicated the students filing up against the double doors in an orderly queue, watching the proceedings with interest.

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