Photography

Ian groaned through gritted teeth as, against his will, his cock discharged a clear jet of precum that issued from the tip of his member and arced way over Laura’s head, just shy of splattering into the ceiling before its perfect trajectory was halted by the double-doors, a full forty feet down the corridor.

‘Hmm,’ said Laura, ‘a simple yes or no would have sufficed.’

‘It makes it look like I want to fuck it,’ said Ian.

‘Yes,’ said Laura, hooking the strap over one of her ass cheeks and standing straight again, ‘I gathered that much.’

Stepping backwards, Miss Hart took Ian’s monstercock in a formidable grip, firm and extremely skilled, and started to walk down the corridor, jerking him slowly as she did so, so that the soundtrack to their walking was the slick percussion of her gloved hand against his lubricated shaft.

‘What happened to Miss Taylor?’ asked Ian.

‘Called into a meeting with a number of investors to the school. She’s securing new funding.’

‘Sounds boring,’ said Ian.

‘Not the way she does it,’ said Laura, ‘granted it’s just her, one of the meeting rooms and a number of benefactors, but she isn’t short of ways to make her presentation interesting. And her request for funding quite difficult to turn down.’

‘So where are we going?’

‘Always so professional,’ said Miss Hart, teasing him a little bit, ‘aren’t you glad of being able to spen some time alone with me?’

‘Of course,’ said Ian, ‘but I’m on supply. Normal teachers generally don’t like to see supply teachers being unoccupied.’

‘Oh, I think we’ve had our money’s worth out of you already,’ said Miss Hart, turning, lifting up Ian’s gargantuan member to her lips and blowing an extremely frothy wad of saliva all over the glossy crown of the immense fucktube.

Letting go of his cock, Laura moved forwards to open the double doors. A jet of precum smacked against the wall, the space she had been occupying a second earlier.

‘Photography,’ said Miss Hart.

‘Sounds interesting.’

‘It will be. I’ve got a free period and I’ve decided to help you teach it.’

The thought of this prompted a substantial spasm in Ian’s dick and he could feel his balls begin to churn into overdrive.

The next corridor saw the pair of teachers pass a number of classrooms and Ian took the opportunity of looking through the windows as they proceeded. In one room a sensational blonde teacher with a pink gown open around her massive tits could be observed perched on the front desk of the classroom with her legs spread, plunging what had to be a footlong dildo into her pussy. In another a dark-haired minx in a shiny black micro-bikini and thigh-length PVC fuck-me boots had one of her male students standing at the front of the classroom with his trousers open and was fitting a pair of latex gloves onto her hands in a very professional manner.

At the end of this corridor Ian and Laura made their way through an empty dining hall. Ian could hear familiar sounds emanating from the kitchen area and wondered what the dinner ladies in this school looked like.

When they had got through here, Miss Hart took the opportunity to put on her shades and, still leading Ian by the cock, stopped him in front of a classroom at which about twenty students were lining up. What had begun as the normal boisterous chitter-chatter and hubbub of noise as the group of students stood around waiting for their teachers immediately snapped into an awestruck silence as the giant-titted Miss Hart and the naked, monstercocked Mr White made their way towards them.

Laura produced a key from god-knows where and unlocked the door to the photography studio. Twenty-odd students, about three-quarters of them female, Ian guessed, made their way inside. Each of them, as they passed the pair of teachers, was open mouthed, and dumbfounded.

As the students proceeded past them and into the door, Laura resumed stroking Ian’s huge dick.

The last girl, a gorgeous, deeply tanned blonde, wearing a silver necklace, a black bikini top with a pink over it holding together her huge breasts, a black thong which was revealed by the see-through black micro-dress she wore, with black ankle boots on, stopped before she went in.

‘Will you be teaching us this period miss?’

Miss Hart smiled and twisted Ian’s cockend. A gout of precum shot out of it and splashed the girl in the face, gluing a curtain of her blonde tresses over her eye and cheekbone.

‘I daresay we’ll teach you something,’ said Miss Hart.