Liquid lunch

“And what about me?” Ian suddenly asked, being conscious of the fact that while he was nowhere as messy as Laura, he still had a glossy layer of sweat and girlcum covering much of his body, and would very much like to get to rinse it away before setting out to find his clothes, which he believed were still back in the school’s gymnasium.

“Well I can’t have you share a stall with me, since then the first class to occupy this room after lunch would probably endeavour to find out what’s the source of all those screams of girlish ecstasy, not to mention that you’d probably clog up the drain,” Laura then stunned Ian with another one of her scorching hot smiles.

“Right,” Ian replied, finding the prospect of lunch to be a lot less appetizing than getting to spend an hour ramming his cock into Laura, with the only interruption being when he would pull out to drench her with thick spurts of his gluey cum.

“Don’t worry though,” Laura reached in to tap her fingers against the outside of one of Ian’s thighs, her smile widening as her bending forwards left the blunt tip of his cock enticingly close to her massive expanse of succulent titflesh, “I’ll be sure to make it up to you…”

“Again,” Laura’s seductive smile turned into a nasty snarl as a fiery gleam appeared in her eyes and her hand came up to grope one of Ian’s buttocks, “and again, and again, and again.”

“Laura…” Ian pleaded with the statuesque blonde standing in front of him as her behaviour was making it hard for him to withstand the urge to grab hold of her hips and spin her around so that he could take her once more.

“Sorry,” Laura transformed her mouth into a sort of faux sheepish smirk that strongly suggested that she was anything but sorry, but she did let go off his ass and straightened herself up again, “but it’s kind of hard for me to keep my hands off you.”

“Really?” Ian asked, too stumped by Laura’s admission to even attempt to hide how surprising he found that.

“Uh-huh,” Laura nodded as now formed her lips into an impish smile which matched the happy, naughty glow of her eyes, after which she pre-empted the most obvious question that Ian could come up with by adding “And it’s not just because of your cock either, although it certainly doesn’t detract from your charm.”

“Thanks,” Ian said, simultaneously feeling quite surprised by the turn that the conversation was taking and grateful that he hadn’t been reduced to a sort of appendix to his mammoth appendage.

“Don’t mention it,” Laura carried on as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the smooth, glossy crown of Ian’s fuckstaff, “I’d be sort of hurt if you just saw me as a great pair of tits.”

“Nnnngggg…”

“After all, I’ve got an incredibly juicy ass as well, and I’m an utterly shameless slut who’s never happier than when you’ve got me screaming and squirting by impaling me on your giant cock,” Laura ran the back of her thumb across Ian’s cumslit while smiling at him.

“Laura,” Ian breathed out, “if we’re still standing here ten seconds from now, I’m going to have to bend you across the desk and fuck you in the ass.”

“Oh no,” Laura giggled at first and then removed her hand from Ian’s cockhead and used to grab hold of one of his hands, already guiding him along towards the door before the ten seconds were up.

“The showers are just across the corridor,” Laura helpfully informed Ian as she squeezed his hand and pushed the door in front of her.

The corridor turned out to be almost empty, with the only people there besides Ian and Laura being Charlie and Stacy.

“I’m glad to see the two of you are enjoying a working lunch,” Laura greeted the two students, although Stacy was much too focused on standing with one foot resting on the windowsill and her arms reaching back to part her buttocks to respond to her, while Charlie’s incommunicativeness was most due to him sawing his cock in and out of Stacy’s foaming snatch, with the muscular young stud maintaining a firm hold of the busty vixen’s narrow waist as the girth of his fuckpole pushed the puffy lips of her sex apart.

A minute later, Ian found himself alone in a shower, and turned the tap, checked that the water wasn’t too warm or too cold, stepped into the spray, lathered himself up with soap and relaxed his muscles as the downpour of water and the soap washed away the traces of his adventures thus far that day.

Strangling the flow of water by turning the tap, Ian stepped out of the shower and picked up a clean towel which he used to quickly dry himself off until he was at least less than dripping wet. He spent a moment considering whether or not he ought he should wrap the towel around his waist, but the thought of Laura drove him to simply discard it on the bench where he had found it and walked out into the corridor again as naked as the day he was born.

Charlie threw Ian a glance when he appeared, shrugged, and carried on ploughing Stacy’s gushing pussy without a care in the world, leaving the supply teacher to stroll about ten yards down the length of the corridor to glance out a window, respecting the two young lovers’ privacy to an extent which perhaps was somewhat excessive in light of the fact that they were currently fucking each other in the middle of a school-corridor.

Ian had spent less than a minute looking down at the open ground down below whilst listening to how Stacy’s girlish shrieks of ecstasy mixed with Charlie’s deeper, rougher grunts when he heard a door being opened and looked back to find that Laura had now re-emerged after her shower, the voluptuous P.E teacher's tanned skin being free of cum but gleaming wet with water as she looked at first at Charlie and Stacy before turning her head and breaking out into another smile as she spotted Ian.

At this point, Ian had grown so accustomed to Laura wearing impossibly enticing and remarkably sluttish outfits that it wasn’t so much surprise at seeing her wear another one of those that left him completely stunned as the overpowering sexiness that she was radiating as she looked at him and reached down to grab hold of the spaghetti-strap of her black thong where it disappeared up high over her hips and tugging at it so that the garment’s miniscule front was pulled tighter against her sex.

Apart from the teeny thong, which she continued to play with as she kept her gaze fixed on Ian’s hard cock for a few more seconds, Laura was wearing the same shoes as before and a black mesh top which encapsulated her breasts were they sat proud and firm on her chest, with the revealing piece of clothing being stretched to such extents by the ample nature of her bust that its hemline was suspended in midair, several inches in front of the top of her toned stomach.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Laura began as she sauntered towards Ian, “but every time I look at you I have to fight against the yearning to turn round and pull my thong aside as an invitation for you to ravage me.”

Ian gulped, and decided to see if there wasn’t something that he could to disturb Laura’s confident demeanour.

“Mmm,” Laura purred as she stood to stand about eighteen inches away from Ian, “I see that you’ve been thinking about me while I was away.”

In response to that, Ian seized hold of his cock and thrust it upwards until its purple crown was pointing towards the ceiling, at which point he pulled his foreskin back and felt his fuckstick come perilously close to breaking free from his grasp as a large bolt of precum was spewed out from it and went on its way up towards the ceiling.

“Yeah, I have,” Ian replied with a thin smile as Laura’s crisp laughter rang in his ears.

“I hope you like my outfit,” Laura met Ian’s gaze before he broke eye-contact with her to follow how she burrowed her thumbs in under the flimsy waistband of her skimpy underwear, which he could now see was so soaked with her wetness that it clung to her sex in a manner that ensured that he could quite easily make out the shape of her pussy-lips, “it was the smuttiest thing that I could find. I don’t know who it originally belonged to, but it’s not one of mine.”

“It’s exquisite,” Ian replied, thrilling Laura by aiming his cock straight at her.

“Good,” Laura smiled as Stacy screamed something indiscernible behind her, “but I’ll have to change into something a bit more conservative if we head out to one of the nearby towns for lunch. It’s school policy not to attract too much attention, and people tend to take notice when totally gorgeous, half-naked sluts start appearing outside the local kebab shops.”

“And I guess there’s currently a shortage of islands with highly developed infrastructure previously owned by the government but which now, thanks to an error from a junior servant at the MoD, is being sold for a pittance, which you could relocate to.”

“Yes minister.”

“Damn…”

“Well, we could always arrange for a romantic picnic, just the two of us, or we could visit one of the local pubs and pose as a respectable young couple until I slip in under the table, suck your cock, gulp down your cum and leave your hard wrapped in my soaked panties,” Laura spoke in a manner which suggested that she had a lot more suggestions for Ian to consider.

“You know,” Ian suddenly changed the topic as he had come up with a way in which to toy a little with Laura, “there’s one thing that would improve your outfit.”

“Oh, and what’s…” Laura began, but then stopped talking and instead voiced her anticipation as Ian stepped closer to her and dropped down on his haunches through a very sultry gasp.

Laura’s fingers were no longer playing with the waistband of her thong but instead rifling through Ian’s hair as he deftly undid the two ribbons holding the garment in place and caught it as it sailed down towards the floor, his nostrils flaring as he took a deep whiff of Laura’s exposed slit and admired how it was as wet as the soaked nature of her thong had implied it to be while he worked to fit the thin front of it over his right middle finger.

Groaning out as the digit which Ian had stretched her panties out over was thrust up into her sex, Laura closed her eyes and spread her legs a little wider to make it easier for him to stuff her pussy with the black thong, with him being satisfied to find as he pulled his finger out of her tasty little twat that only about an inch or so of it was now dangling down from between her swollen vulva.

Having felt how Laura’s pussy had begun to contract around his middle finger, Ian pressed his tongue against the back of his front teeth as he reached round to cup her ass before sticking out his tongue and driving his head in between her legs, only needing to lick her clit a couple of times before succeeding in making her legs go limp and her lungs to be emptied in a wild scream of wanton sexual fulfilment as her girlcum poured into his mouth.

Not being sure of how exactly their lunch break would develop itself from this point on, Ian decided that he very much liked it so far as he stood there holding Laura a little while after triggering her messy climax through the nimble lashes of his tongue, his hands still caressing her delectable behind and teasing her asshole while her arms were slung round his neck and her pussy exited the last of her orgasm while her lips were locked against his as her tongue invaded his mouth.