Introductions to Ordinary Colleagues

He tried to summon a jokey laugh to stimulate bonhomie. Laura stuck her tongue in her cheek, raised her eyebrows to him and made eye contact after looking down at his protruding cock end. Candy Griffiths bit her lip and tried not to look naughty (impossible), and he was sure Summer Summerskill gave a brief tit flex.

Miss Grayson, ever severe, looked genuinely offended. No one laughed. Ian hustled Ginni in front of the troupe of mega titted super whore fuckdolls.

'Ginni, this is Mrs Grayson. I think she teaches... something?'

Miss Grayson, at least could be reliable, having seniority and a disciplinarian streak. Perhaps Gina Taylor had send her here to keep the others in line. The bombshell, brunette cougar was at least wearing a blouse and a skirt. The blouse could barely contain her monstrous, eye-popping assets. The pair of massive, gleaming melons that stuck out of her chest were projecting it out and putting the buttons under incredible stress. The satin garment was stretched tight and Miss Grayson's monstrous rack looked as if it was going to burst through any moment. The skirt was black and split in the middle, the gap only just concealing her slit enough for Ian to see that she wasn't wearing any panties.

'In fact I teach English, Ginni,' Miss Grayson said.

'And this is Miss Campbell. Also, English,' Ian said.

Cadi Campbell, or 'CC', as Ian had come to know her, nodded at Ginni. Ian had been given to wondering just how many cc's were packed into the nympho blonde's absolutely monstrously projected pair of fuck pillows that ballooned out of her chest, and every time he tit fucked her ginormous, rock-hard cans, he made an estimate and the cum-splattered whore giggled and either said 'hot' or 'cold' depending on how close he was. Here they were, for once, not on full display, instead packed into a skintight figure-hugging long-sleeved clubwear dress that only just covered her twat.

'I teach them how to mind their p's and q's,' Miss Campbell said.

You certainly don't, Ian thought. If anything you leave p's and q's tumbling thoughtlessly in your wake.

'Nice to meet you,' Ginni said.

'And this is Summer Summerskill,' Ian said, moving down the line.

Summer was going to be a problem. All Ian could see were massive tits popping out. Summer's flawless, amazonian bimbo physique was almost on full display, and only the most tiny, skimpy pieces imaginable of a silver, shiny, slingshot bikini prevented her knockout body from being fully revealed like the genuine whore that she was. Summer, always with a blonde buzzcut, had black rimmed glasses, twin sleeves of floral tattoos, a jacked, muscular stomach, and a gigantic set of bulging, taut-skinned hooters that were so massive that they made the upper strings of the bikini around her neck horizontal as they stretched out to truss over her blimp-balloon tits. She looked at best like a brazen Instagram model and at worst a common street whore.

'Summer is our... swimming coach,' Ian blurted, thinking quickly for a satisfactory explanation of Summer's slutty swimsuit attire.

'Actually I teach-' Summer attempted to interrupt, confused.

'It's actually swimming, though, isn't it, Summer?' Ian said, eyes narrowing in a challenging way. 'Because you're in a swimming costume, aren't you.'

Summer got the message.

'Breast stroke is my specialty,' she said.

Ian moved along swiftly, knowing that Summer was going to say that, with another squelch. Everyone noticed, apart from, apparently, Ginni.

'And finally we have Candy Griffiths,' he said, 'media.'

Candy was the last in the line, and one of the more level-headed, though no less cock-crazed, of his colleagues. She was wearing a t-shirt that said 'FILM MAKERS DO IT ON LOCATION' which was being projected out by her enormous tits, the lower hem lifted up so far that her underboobs could be glimpsed as she moved. The wet look-leggings didn't help matters, Ian thought.

'I shoot and edit all the x-rated films,' Candy said.

Ginni did a double take at Ian, then Candy, then Ian again.

'The horror films, she means,' Ian said.

'No,' Candy said, 'I mean the por-'

Ian simply cut the woman off. She could simply not finish that sentence in front of Ginni.

'The poor students hardly get a break with how hard we work them is what you were going to say, Candy!' Ian said, 'but don't worry about that, Ginni has seen how hard everyone works around here!'

'Well, that's certainly been my experience so far,' Ginni said.

Laura went over to the kitchen counter area of the staffroom, and Ian once more found himself wondering how long he could keep the small talk going.

'Ginni has seen PE and Science so far and I'm continuing to give her a tour for the rest of the day so if you'd like us to swing by your class later just let us know.'

Ian figured that would be more of a warning shot rather than a request for volunteers. He wasn't even sure where he was going to go himself. He was going to have to get instructions from Gina, even though there was no way of knowing whether the busty head of supply would be sending him into another awful trap.

Laura, or rather, Laura's enormous tits first and then the rest of Laura, appeared at Ian's elbow. The massive-titted fitness slut was holding a mug, proffering it to him.

'Cup of coffee for you Ian,' Laura said. 'The hardest of all of us... I mean, the hardest working...'

Ian noticed with horror that Laura was holding up one of his utterly innumerable personalised cups that were presents from overly-fond girls that he taught. There were so many of these that they were all scattered around the school. This one had capitalised text that read 'NO ONE BUSTS MY WHORE ASS OPEN LIKE YOU MR WHITE!!! XOX' on one side of the handle, while the other was a photo of a particular student's massive, round, tanned, oiled, bubble BBL booty, round, globular cheeks splayed as his massive, veiny dong speared inside her butthole, dilating it to the circumference of a forearm. The student in question, he knew, was Becca Bootie. When Becca and Ian conjoined, it was like she was teaching him about anal.

Cursing Laura inwardly, Ian accepted the mug and was **** to curl his whole palm and fingers around the scalding mug in order to hide the evidence of the pornified mug from Ginni.

Laura gave him the sweetest smile imaginable as his fingers clasped the mug, which was hotter than the sun.

'Thanks, Laura,' Ian winced.

'I've noticed you walking a little stiffly as you came in, Ian,' Laura said, 'is everything all right?'

'The old knee injury I'm afraid, Laura,' Ian said, 'I was mentioning it to Ginni earlier.'

'O what a pity. Well perhaps I should give it a little sports massage...'

Before Ian could protest, Laura was on her haunches in front of him in a stripper squat, expertly and industriously kneading, not at his knee at all, but the thick, fat, solid bulge of fuckpipe that was lodged down his trouser leg.

'Thanks, Laura,' Ian said again, palm beginning to burn horribly. She was going at his cock like a milkmaid.

'It's so inflamed,' Laura said, shooting him up a filthy smile.

Suddenly, Candy Griffiths hoved directly into view in front of Ian, wielding her phone.

'Mr White,' she announced, 'why don't you help me pick out the centrefold spread of the next issue of the school magazine. I'm torn between these absolutely darling pictures of the girls from 3E during their dance lessons, but I just can't decide between this or this...'

The stacked media teacher's smile rivalled Laura's for a leering quality, and she shoved the phone screen in front of Ian and showed him a glossy, well-shot glamour-porn style photo of the blonde haired Lexxxie Licks tonguing the monster-boobed Titiania Titt's pussy, eating it deep while being anally annihilated by a monstercock from behind while the camera caught twin sprays of thick white cum shooting from huge, climaxing, meaty, engorged cocks in explosive jets all over Titania Titt's tits. The other picture was a simple one of Sanddy Sexton taking a cluster bombing of a cumbath as a dozen cocks surrounded her and plastered her with thick cream as she kneeled in the centre, smiling open-mouthed up at the camera.

With Candy blocking Ginni's view of Ian from the front, the busty media teacher grinned and continued to flick through the lewd photos and Ian didn't notice as Miss Campbell manoeuvred herself behind him, stuck her colossal tits in his back, snaked her hand through his legs from below and clasped his groin hard from behind, squeezing his nuts.

Ian groaned and dropped the manilla envelope he had been using to hide his erection from Ginni on the floor, and instantly, Summer was all over it - 'let me pick that up for you!' - dropping at the waist, leaving her long legs straight as she bent over and sticking her gorgeous round ass up at him as she busied herself with picking the papers up from the floor.

Ian was steaming, boiling, simmering with barely supressed sexual urges as the whores teased him. Laura jacking him off at the knee, CC squeezing his testes and rolling them in her fingers, Summer popping her glutes and letting her juicy assflesh sway, and Candy finding ever more debauched and pornographic photos to display to him as her t-shirt threatened to ride up over her nipples.

At this point, Ginni announced, 'Mrs Grayson, would you be so kind as to direct me towards the ladies' room?'

Ian craned his eyes over Candy's shoulder as Mrs Grayson walked Ginni to the door of the staff room.

'Just up the corridor, turn right at the end, third door on your left.'

Then Mrs Grayson shut the door behind Ginni.

Ian had had enough.

'Fucking WWWWWWHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRREEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!' Ian yelled.