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Miss Campbell managed to get Ian to shift his full attention back to her through the way in which she placed her full, lush lips against the fat tip of his cock and then pushed her head forwards in a precisely measured motion that sent his whole cockend slipping in past her parting lips to be lodged inside her mouth, Ian’s throaty groan coming just as the circumference of his purple crown caused some noticeable bulging of her cheeks.

Mrs. Grayson’s shrieks of orgasmic bliss at having Mr. Fuller pump his footlong cock in and out of her tight slit with wild abandon drowned out the staggered groan that Ian produced upon feeling the business-end of his turgid fuckpole begin disappearing down Miss Campbell’s tight throat, and one of his hands came down to rest on the top of her head just as both of hers came out to seize his balls in a delicate grasp, the cock-hungry vixen seeming at first to weigh the two massive orbs in the palms of her hands before going on to softly run her fingers over them, gently stroking Ian’s pulsing testes as she continued swallowing inch after inch of his long, thick prick.

Slowly and absentmindedly running his fingers through Miss Campbell’s hair, Ian was by now well beyond the point where he would be amazed by the ease with which the foxy blonde dealt with the considerable girth and constant throbbing of his cock as it disappeared down her gullet and instead chose to focus fully on doing his best to last as long as possible before surrendering another messy load of sticky cum, a task which was made all the more harder for him thanks to how she was swirling her tongue over his member as it slid through her mouth whilst continuing her expert teasing of his bloated nutsack, eventually leaving him to wonder if he could manage to avoid pumping his next batch of jizz straight into her stomach when her pouty lips finally made contact with his sweat-streaked pelvis.

The sound of the door to the corridor being slammed caused Ian to turn his head towards it, and he immediately found himself faced with Miss Taylor, a thick burst of his prejizz shooting down into Miss Campbell’s belly as he noted how the statuesque head of supply’s expression hinted that her previous cool and collected demeanour had been weakened at the sight of what was going on inside the classroom.

Meeting Miss Taylor’s gaze as she looked right at him, Ian could see how her surprise began to turn into something else before she shifted her eyes downwards just as he felt Miss Campbell began the lengthy task of extracting his cock from her throat, his balls swelling even further as he observed how Miss Taylor flickered her eyelids and licked her lips in reaction to Miss Campbell beginning to lay bare his massive cock through pulling back her head, the supremely stacked blonde vixen’s knees even bumping into each other for a brief moment as she followed how inch after veiny inch of his fuckshaft came sliding out from between Miss Campbell’s luscious lips.

Even Mrs. Grayson screaming out in ecstasy for the umpteenth time since Ian had first met her and releasing one more hefty gush of girlcum from her slit as Mr. Fuller began to pump a sizeable portion of hot jizz deep into it was enough to tear Miss Taylor’s eyes away from Ian’s crotch, and she caused him to marvel at how her lips were ceaselessly rubbed together in delicate motions and two of the fingers of her right hand played with the slider of the zipper than ran down the front of her glossy, skin-tight catsuit, seemingly promising to let it come sliding down to allow her massive tits to come bursting out into the open at any given moment while continuing to feast on the sight of his cast-iron fuckpiece as the last inches of it came slipping out of Miss Campbell’s cock-hungry maw.

“Can we keep him?” Miss Campbell left Ian amazed by how she could shift to having her voice shift to ring of wide-eyed innocence so quickly and so effortlessly even as she remained on her haunches in front of him, with the tip of his steel-hard tool only centimetres away from her red, plump lips.

“Oh my,” Miss Campbell’s purring at Miss Taylor’s silence caused Ian to finally look away from the stunned head of supply and instead glance down at the gorgeous slut squatting in front of him, “it looks like Miss Taylor wasn’t prepared for your monstercock…”

“Uh…” Ian’s stammering was caused by him not yet being accustomed to having the part of his anatomy sticking out from between his legs be praised, particularly not with the brazen horniness which Miss Campbell put into her voice as she spoke of it.

“So how about it, do you want to fuck my ass again while we wait for her to recuperate a little?” The bubbling, mischievous arousal with which Miss Campbell posed her question was what triggered the blast of precum that sent her falling over onto her ass, a delighted yelp escaping her mouth as her face was doused with the clear fluid shooting out of Ian’s cumslit.

Rather than to take Miss Campbell up on her offer, Ian remained fascinated by the close attention that Miss Taylor was paying him, the gorgeous blonde now looking straight at him as he turned to face her, his massive pussy missile looking downright disproportionate even for a man of his reasonably large build as it stood out in front of him, the massive slab of cockmeat pointing straight at Miss Taylor, leaving her to wet her plump lips with her pink tongue as she allowed her gaze to follow the veins that ran from the base of it all the way to just behind its fist-sized crown, from which a singular, extremely generously sized rope of gluey precum had now begun to distend itself down towards the floor.

“You want to fuck her brains out as well?” Miss Campbell asked Ian as she got up to stand on her heels right next to him, the cum-covered blonde bombshell seeming extremely comfortable with offering up her superior for him to fuck.

Ian nodded.

“I’m sure that can be arranged,” Miss Campbell let out a giggle that didn’t quite befit the situation, and proceeded to approach her colleague in a highly seductive manner which left Ian wondering whether he should keep his gaze fixed on Miss Taylor, who looked as though she was finally coming to terms with the shock of having him aim his gargantuan fuckpiece straight at her or to shift so that he could focus fully on the exaggerated sway of Miss Campbell’s ass as she sauntered across the floor, the sharp sound of her heels clicking against the floor cutting in between Mrs. Grayson’s short, delirious shrieks and Mr. Fuller’s dark groans.

“Mr. White,” Miss Taylor’s voice was so steeped in arousal that it nearly made Ian drench her with jizz right there and then, “you should have told me…”

“Gina,” Miss Campbell revealed her superior’s given name as she came up to stand by her right side, “are you suggesting that Mr. White should have dropped his trousers and showed you his cock as a way of introducing himself?”

“Yes,” Miss Taylor’s reply was delivered absolutely deadpan.

“Mmm,” Miss Campbell let out another aroused purring noise that was cut short by the blob of precum that Ian projected onto Miss Taylor’s PVC-clad midriff, the more dishevelled of the two horny cumsluts seizing hold of the zipper of her counterpart’s catsuit and proceeding to begin pulling it down, taking her time in order to ensure that Ian took in every inch of lushly bronzed skin that was exposed by the steady descent of the zipper, biting her lip and emitting an excited gasp when the sight of Miss Taylor’s tits beginning to spill out of her suit led Ian to bombard her crotch with another copious amount of precum that was left to gleam against the dark, glossy material.

The top of the catsuit was pushed apart far enough to reveal Miss Taylor’s small, rock-hard nipples by the time that Miss Campbell had dropped down on her haunches and gotten the zipper down between the curvaceous head of supply’s firm thighs, the delicate piece of blackened metal dangling down from just in front of her glorious ass, though Ian didn’t so much pay notice to that as he was captivated by the sight of her glistening, absolutely bald pussy.

Having been slightly surprised when Miss Taylor turned round to show him her incredible ass as he walked up to her, Ian didn’t let that deter him and was elated almost to the point of being overwhelmed when his fingers brushed against Miss Taylor’s bald sex for the first time, the well-hung supply teacher instantly recognizing that he’d never come across a woman so obviously aroused before as his digits traced their way down the swollen entrance to her soaked sex, and a messy discharge of his precum streaked its way up along the length of her back to get itself tangled up in the plume of blonde hair that stood out from the back of her head as it dawned on him that he was most likely the main reason for her considerable wetness.

As Miss Taylor let out a horny moan and Miss Campbell looked on with keen interest, Ian moved his fingers to the right, following the trail of the blonde vixen’s juices as it disappeared in under her catsuit, an appreciative groan coming from her as his fingers brushed in under the flexible material and he took hold of her thigh, admiring how firm it felt against his hand before moving his hand back towards her sex.

Ian barely needed to touch Miss Taylor’s vulva to have her trembling against him, and she went weak at the knees and let out a long, throaty cry of blissful release when him catching her hypersensitive clit between his thumb and index finger caused her to achieve a very vivid orgasm that was accompanied by an ample release of girlcum that came shooting out from between the puffy lips of her pink pussy.