A vehicular facial

Ian began to jack his cock wildly, gripping the slick shaft as well as he could in his right hand, feeling his balls contracting as he summoned another monstrous load from the depths of his ballsack, his knees buckling ever so slightly as he reached the set of strokes that would see him reach climax. From the corner of his eye he could Miss Taylor lick her lips hungrily, a wild glint in her expression revealing that she hadn’t been quite as keen as she originally seemed to call a premature halt to the impromptu tryst between the new supply teacher and the head of PE in the carpark and was now very much enjoying the show.

‘Well Mr White?’ said Miss Taylor, ‘she’s waiting. If you want to keep working at this school, you will I hope appreciate that we do things for one another here. Now I do hope you’ll be able to supply the load of balljuice that your colleague is requesting.’

Ian was looking down at Laura, the gorgeous, stacked blonde playing along with Miss Taylor’s display of authoritarian ‘attitude’ and winking up at him, smiling and waggling her tongue at him. Her arms were spread behind her along the spoiler of her sports car, her massive tits thrust outwards, the ‘Hard Cock Café’ t-shirt fighting a losing battle with its job of encapsulating the two golden, firm, protruding mounds that jutted from her chest, the fabric rolling up a little.

‘Oh fuck…’ said Ian.

Instead of his usual climactic exclamation at the point of orgasm, which usually took the form f a shout through gritted teeth or an anguished-sounding, stentorian bellow, Ian’s remark had something of a resigned quality and was almost a sigh. More peculiar still to the two gorgeous sluts that were observing him, the statement was accompanied by Ian dropping the hand that had been jerking his cock to his side, where it hung loosely. Ian dropped his head a little, and started to breathe more shallowly.

After about three or four seconds, Miss Taylor decided to intervene, and her voice was injected with a note of minor alarm.

‘Mr White,’ she said, ‘Ian… are you alrig-‘

She was cut off by a sharp squirting sound that emanated from the tip of Ian’s pulsing member without warning, which both drowned out what she was saying and answered her question. A thick geyser of semen jetted from the tip of Ian’s cumslit, the aperture opening up to allow the gluey jet to spew volcanically from the domed head of Ian’s gigantic member.

The slick jet was so sudden and so violent that even Miss Taylor was jolted by surprise into jumping back a half-step from where she was standing next to Ian. She was still best placed to observed the gluey rope of cum shoot from his cock and arc way over Miss Hart’s head, the line lacing the upholstery of her car with a sound of liquid drumming upon leather like the pattering of rain.

By now Ian’s arms were by his side, Miss Taylor having but her hands to her mouth in a gesture of shock as Ian’s dick recoiled visibly to release another rope of liquid silk high into the air, this one going further than even its predecessor as it described a parabola, again, hopelessly out of range of Miss Hart - even though the slutty bit-titted blonde tried gamely to catch it by extending her tongue upwards – shooting over the car and coming down to splatter the front windshield.

‘Hey!’ the exasperated Laura called from where she was at eye level with Ian’s pulsating cum cannon, ‘I’m down here! Who have you been fucking, me or the car?’

Ian groaned, but still didn’t appear to be in a position to take hold of his dick and direct it at the appropriate person, the young supply teacher’s body seized in an orgasmic rictus that prevented him from doing anything but standing. Miss Taylor’s eyes were wild and blazing, an open-mouthed smile broadly plastered on her face as she saw Ian project massive bursts of semen from his climaxing fucktool without even having to touch it.

Ian redirected his aim as best he could, swivelling his hips and crouching slightly. His heavy cumstaff swung through the air and swivelled, the thick log aiming more in Laura’s direction before another thick squirt was dispatched from the purple bell-end, cutting though the air towards her.

This time the aim was better, but it still wasn’t perfect. This bolt of cum smacked next to Laura’s right ear and succeeded only in obliterating the registration plate of her car in an opaque covering of glossy jizz.

‘Ohhh!’ said Laura in mock-disquiet, ‘and after all the fuss I had to go through to get that personalised!’

‘What did it say before?’ said Miss Taylor, ‘I can’t say I’d noticed.’

‘Gym slut!’ said Laura.

‘To be honest, I think a big blob of cum says that just as well, Miss Hart.’

‘Well I glooooouuubbbbb!!!!!!!’

Miss Hart had perhaps given up hope at that point Ian ever achieving a direct hit, but she had possibly chosen the wrong moment to continue the conversation with Miss Taylor. A bolt of semen whipped from the tip of Ian’s castiron cockshaft, accompanied by a grunt from him, which fizzed directly into her open mouth. Even as accomplished a cum-gargler as Laura was left dealing with a shotglass of hot cum being projected down her gullet without warning, marking the top-heavy blonde **** a little.

‘Here, Mr White. Allow me.’

At this point Ian felt soft hands encircling his cock, and he was broken from his reverie sufficiently to witness Miss Taylor sliding to his side to clasp his rigid member with her right hand and proceed to exert the perfect amount of pressure on the juddering shaft, her left hand reaching lower to clasp his bouncing testes. Ian found now that he could throw his head back with all the abandon he desired as Miss Taylor jerked his jetting cock forcefully, squeezing his balls as she did so. Fisting the glistening meat piston, Miss Taylor looked up at Ian as she administered his thick load onto Miss Hart.

‘So there are no more mishaps and you actually hit something useful,’ Miss Taylor said with a wink.

In less than ten seconds, Ian found that he was looking down at Laura’s beautiful face having completely redecorated it with cum. There were about six or seven thick gluey lines of semen that had pasted her, each going over her forehead and into her hair, over her eyes, cheeks lips and nose. Her face was webbed with cum. A thin strand connected the tip of her nose to her lips.

Suddenly, Miss Taylor lifted up Ian’s fuckpiece, pressed it to his torso, and then suddenly pistoned it forwards. The underside of the blunt head of his cock smacked Laura directly between the eyes with a loud SPLAT.

‘That’s for being late to afternoon school!’ Miss Taylor chided Miss Hart. ‘Now inside, Mr White, for your next class!’

As Ian turned, slightly chastened by the blonde superslut, with Laura behind them both, cockstunned and dazed getting her feet and sliding her leggings back on, he looked up at the frontage of the school, and could see faces in every single classroom window looking outwards into the carpark.