No-one said "Cheese!"

The sudden sound of “Happy Birthday to...” being sung by a crowd stole James's attention from Laura's ludicrously displayed chest, and he turned just in time to see Bekki emerge through the door to the adjoining function room with a tray of drinks held at her shoulder.

As the door swung wide he could see the room was setup for a party, and under a “Happy 18th Birthday” banner a group was posing for some celebratory photographs. What he guessed were aunts and uncles were stood at each side as people moved to and fro between him and the group, and he nearly spat out the beer he didn't know he was holding in his mouth at the sight of what appeared to be the parents of the birthday girl.

The father could have come from any page of “Rich Businessman Monthly”; he was built like a popular meme with a handsome, chiseled jawlin, and wore an immaculate tailored suit that probably cost even more than a year of James' newly high-end private school teacher salary.
The mother opposite him was pure, unadulterated fuck-trophy material. Before his time at the school, James would have only seen women like that in the highest-end escort websites, where portfolios, bank statements and several written references were needed to prove that a prospective member of the club was able to afford the five-figure fees required for the companionship of their “Associates” to an event or a weekend getaway.

Even after his time exposed to the brazen, oversexed sluts that were now his fellow staff and students, the woman easily slipped into James' own personal top-5. She was a head or so shorter than the father, clad in a strapless glittery dress that clung impossibly to the curves of her her exaggerated hourglass shape. Her red hair was tied up high in a bun above a face that could have been on the cover of magazines, which was currently beaming at the daughter that was still slightly obscured from James' view.

The hung teacher's mind inexorably wandered to how the redhead's face would look with his cock jammed in her mouth, lips stretched around his shaft as she bobbed up and down his length in an effort to extract his seed. That train of thought lead to how youthful she looked - the woman was mid-30s if she was a day - and then carried on down the track to the father and whatever the hell he was bringing to the table (or more likely, bedroom). After a brief pause again at "18th birthday" interchange, the train of thought finally pulled in to “Teen pregnancy” terminus and his brain alighted into the platform of clarity. "Fuck" thought James "He's handsome enough to give me second thoughts, and if I had her at that age I'd have probably knocked her up too! Fair play to you mate!"

As another guest moved, the engine on James's thought train spontaneously exploded as he suddenly had a clear view of the daughter stood between them. It was instantly clear why there were a number of males jostling for position around the photoshoot, as the birthday girl herself was, frankly, a miracle of genetics. She was almost a clone of her mother, with whom she shared her looks, height, hair and gobsmacking proportions, which were packed into a very similar dress for the occasion. The bronzed tone of her skin seemed to come from her father, proving that his slightly darker tone was natural rather than gained from hours on deck of a yacht. Stretched across her front was what looked like the foil “Happy 18th Birthday” sash that was traditional at such events, which she quickly fiddled with as it got caught on her dress.

Looking up at the camera, she posed between her parents with an arm around each of their waists, flashing a megawatt smile at the cameraman as she and her mother innocently gave the assembled crowd a year's worth of wank material as camera and phone flashes briefly filled the room.

It was a hallmark – if rather obscenely proportioned - family birthday picture, that would have been indelibly etched into James' mind even if he hadn't seen what happened next. In the second between the photographer saying “Thankyou everyone” and the door closing again, the trio moved apart slightly. As the happy parents smiled at eachother, the birthday girl threw out a filthy wink and a smirk to someone nearby. It lasted barely a fraction of a second, but was so lewd and laden with carnal promise that even Diamond would have been **** to award it at least 8 out of 10.

The expression was gone as fast as it came, and as the door closed fully James turned back to Laura. In the moments he was distracted she had been busy running the edge of the glass up her chin a few times, scraping some of the cum-beard into it. The blonde stunner swirled the contents around the delicate glass as if it was a fine wine a few times as he watched, looking at it appraisingly and even pausing to sniff the bouquet before downing it eagerly.

After swallowing the creamy ballclod the stacked teacher slowly ran her tongue between her teeth and lips, looking to catch any strands of spunk that may have been left behind. Her eyes flitted for the closed door as she finished, head tilting slightly as she flashed her companion the same utterly filthy wink wink as her lip curled up in an identical smirk.

“See anything you like?”