Of course not

Ian looked down. The sexy, spooge-faced Natasha was still kneeling between he and Mrs Grayson, her errant black-gloved hand wandering down the thick fleshy staff protruding obscenely from her teacher’s pussy and towards his balls. The beautiful teenager, her gorgeous face redecorated with Ian’s powerful spurts of thick, creamy jizz was looking up at him raptly, but also faintly shy, as if she were nothing more than an ordinary schoolgirl trying to disguise the crush she had on her substitute teacher. No easy task considering the slutty, megaboobed vixen was currently plastered in his cum.

Natasha allowed her hand to trace along the ridged underside of Ian’s dripping cum-tube and clasped onto his dangling balls, gently milking him there with her latex-covered fingers and cupping the heavy lolling of the two oversized testes in her palm.

‘You can cum in my face again if you want, sir,’ Natasha said helpfully.

At this proposal, Ian glanced at Miss Grayson, his massive meaty log still suspended in the space across their loins, the plump head lodged inbetween her silky pussy lips, and saw the English teacher wink one of her long, thick, brown eyelashes at him.

‘Yes, it’s a shame I missed the first one,’ offered Miss Grayson, ‘I would have liked to have been on hand with the camera to capture those ropes of cum splattering into your face, Natasha. Perhaps Mr White will oblige us again. Of course, if you’d rather blast me, Mr White, I’m sure Natasha will be pleased take a picture or two for posterity. I’m sure my husband would be interested to see it.’

Her prior invitation to Ian still hung in the air, and talk of that sort was rapidly helping him make up his mind.

Nearby, Tanya and Emma were exchanging long, loving kisses across the peach-shaped helmet of Sean’s still-quivering member, their lush lips locked over the semen-caked head of the young man’s shaft, their pink tongues roving ravenously over the circumference of the cock. Both of the girls were emitting throaty ‘mmm..’ sounds of contentment that contrasted with the squelching and slurping as their lips smacked together, exchanging gooey ropes of Sean’s viscous semen and drooling the bubbling strands of his frothy white issue out back over his cock, diving in to catch them again and again to let them hang from their lips and chins. Sean, looking down, could see Tanya, the boobed Asian with her funky, jagged haircut, and Emma, with her mane of near-white blonde-hair, enjoying themselves heartily.

Ian, meanwhile, could stand the tension no longer, and, glancing at the clock on the front wall of the classroom, saw that there were only five minutes of the first period left. Determined to put it to good use, he ever so slowly thrust his hips forwards, allowing his stiff rod to plough, centimetre by centimetre into Mrs Grayson’s swampy slit, piercing through her sopping pussy lips and penetrating the depths of her tight, slick vagina. The feeling of sliding his turgid member into Mrs Grayson’s moist twat was sensational. Beneath him, he heard Natasha say ‘wow…’ as she watched it slide in.

Mrs Grayson tweaked the nipples that prodded through the holes of her tight black outfit, her eyes aflame with lust as she compressed her plump lips into a perfect ‘O’ and breathed out a scalding blast of air that she could no longer suppress. It was as though the intrusion of Ian’s massive cock into her slippery cunt had pushed the air from her body. Slowly, Ian retracted his dick, and inserted it again, luxuriating in the ecstatic sensation of Mrs Grayson’s tightly clamped pussy around his thick member. In front of the whole class, he fucked the big-titted brunette, the lower portion of her minuscule skirt of her fetish outfit hitched up against her groin.

As Ian began to pound the sumptuous fuckslut that was currently riding the end of his cock like an enthusiastic cowgirl, he was surprised to hear Mrs Grayson raise her voice to address the class in a clear and composed voice, ‘this is the end of the test. Be finishing off the question you are doing and then put your pens down. Do not talk, remember, this is still exam conditions.’

As Mrs Grayson talked, as one person, Tanya and Emma turned their heads around to look at her, both of their chins glued together by a stiff cum-rope, cum oozing from their chins. The bell for the end of class was about to go, but so was Ian himself. Mrs Grayson smiled across at him, a smile which turned into an almost feral, sexual snarl. ‘Blow your load, Mr White,’ she said.