Yes, to the staff room

Miss Hart and Miss Taylor took great delight in shepherding Ian out of the girls? changing room that was adjacent to the gym, so that those girls still taking their time in changing from their erotic sports gear into the ?normal? fetishwear that comprised their school uniform gasped not for the first time that day, admiring the rather dishevelled state of Miss Taylor, a teacher who was not primarily known for appearing in front of her students covered with cum. Perhaps that didn?t suit her mode of professional conduct when she was also meant to be one of the school?s top and most severe disciplinarians. Miss Hart, on the other hand, they were used to seeing in states of extraordinary debauch, although even she had outdone herself this time, her gargantuan boobs bulging out with the saturated t-shirt clinging soddenly to the enormous globes.

Once again silence reigned as the awe-struck students took in not only the cumpainted state of their megaboobed teachers, but twenty four eyes became fixated on the steel-hard rod protruding awkwardly from Ian?s groin, his massive dick drooling a thick dollop of semen. Miss Hart and Miss Taylor both smiled to themselves as they passed. They knew that the astonished silence was not merely for them, and were in fact very pleased to have garnered what was sure to be a new cause celebre to the school, not to mention favourite member of male staff.

Ian was a little dazed, to be sure; his wrists were chafed a little roughly by the skipping rope that he had been tied to the wallbars with; his dick was at the moment, though hard, a little lacking in sensitivity, this due to the thorough poundings and multifarious licentious uses to which it had been put over the past two lessons, and he was also a little out of breath. To this end, the two sluttish schoolmistresses guided him though the school corridors by his dick, both of them easily able to clasp the massive shaft and pull Ian in the direction they wanted him to. This, too, caused a stir, and a human corridor opened up in the various rooms that they went through as amazed students looked with bafflement at the two teachers guiding the naked, massive cocked specimen through the school by a thick, long, drooling horsecock.

Soon, they reached the staffroom. Outside, Ian saw what he took to be a male teacher grunting and groaning as he jerked off directly into the face of a pretty young brunette girl. The occasion caused Miss Taylor to pause briefly before admitting Ian to the room.

?Caley,? Miss Taylor said sternly, addressing the girl on her knees, whose eyes flicked over to glance at the cum-covered head of supply, ?this is the third time this week I?ve seen you outside the staffroom for a breaktime detention. What is it this time, Mr Morse??

The male teacher, jerking his well-sized cock, didn?t look at Miss Taylor, but continued as he spoke, to look at Caley, ?No homework again, Miss Taylor.?

?Not good enough, Caley,? said Miss Taylor, ?watch your step, young lady. I?ll be keeping a close eye on you and asking Mr Morse if you?re negligent with your studies again.?

?Yes, Miss Taylor,? said Caley, as Mr Morse heaved an immense gasp and a jet of cum splashed into her upturned face, the thick line creaming her from forehead to chin. Wincing at the impact, but with a hint of a smile on her face, Ian watched Caley receive a further four jets in her face before the door to the staffroom opened and her went inside.

The room itself was a wide lounge area with an array of comfortable seats arranged in separate groups of ten to twenty, with a few low tables scattered around. On the far side of the room was a kitchen area, and adjacent to Ian was a wall with a number of staff pigeonholes and various forms and admin information. In all respects except one, it resembled an ordinary staffroom. What wasn?t ordinary was what Ian might have come to expect now, the attire and conduct of his colleagues. There was quite a hubbub in the room, and not many seemed to notice the trio?s entrance. This gave Ian the chance to glance around a little, without, for once, being the centre of attention.

The staff, for one thing, was composed of about seventy-five to eighty percent women, if the current ratio reflected the whole organisation of the school (there were sure to be a great many staff who had decided to work through break, who were on duty in the corridors, or for whatever reason hadn?t made it into the staffroom that breaktime). Ian gasped. He had never seen such a glorious cornucopia of incredible beauties all collected in one place. The staffroom swarmed with a sea of stunning, mid-twenties model types, most of them tall, flawlessly beautiful, epically proportioned and sluttishly clad.

Nearest to Ian, on his left, a blonde with cascading tresses, wearing black, knee-length boots, a denim skirt with a silver belt slung over it that did little more than span the very uppermost juncture of her thighs and the lowermost portion of her groin, a denim bikini top that strained against her hugely proportioned boobs, and a thick golden chain around her neck that dangled and attenuated, hanging down all the way against her tight, ripped midriff where it ended, was speaking to another blonde, this one with long sleek hair and a fringe, who was wearing a pair of pink stripper heels, pink fishnets that ended in thick bands on her thighs, a pink mock-crocodile skin skirt of immodest brevity with the straps of a pink thong underneath rising over her hips and a white bra, over which was stretched a pink mesh top that barely reached halfway down her boobs. Both women, rather incongruously, had a cup of tea rested on the cabinet beside them.

On the seat nearest them, a woman with curly blonde hair and smouldering Asiatic eyes was feeding the cock of a standing male teacher?s cock into her mouth, the thick length clasped firmly in her black latex-gloved hand, her flimsy black bra top hauled open to reveal two massive boobs, her other hand plunged in her pussy between her splayed open legs, a golden chain encircling her slender waist. As she caught sight of Ian?s entrance from the corner of her eye she gave him a little wink.

The walls were covered with different types of information. On one, was a display which had the cock sized of all the male teachers displayed, along with the pertinent photographic evidence blown up to the appropriate sizes. Ian glanced around at others that seemed to feature female teachers more but for the moment was unable to fathom their purpose other than to advertise sluttishness.

?Let?s sit you down here,? said Miss Taylor, guiding Ian to a set of seats. She placed him between a honey-blonde woman with see-through platform heels, cutoff denim shorts that had the seat of the garment left, a few strands of the material and not much else (how did they stay on?), massive tits bursting out of a skintight green t-shirt and a small but definitive cowboy hat. On the arm nearest Ian the woman had a tattoo of barbed wire. The woman?s beautiful face had the plumpest, ripest lips he fancied he had ever seen, and narrow, nasty-looking eyes. The woman on Ian?s right had the longest and most shapely legs he had ever seen, perched on black platform heels. She had glossy, treacle coloured hair, a shapely, well defined chin, pink sink panties and had enormous tits bursting out a figure-hugging silk corset.

Miss Taylor looked back at Ian over her shoulder as Miss Hart nestled down next to him on the seat, ?I?ll be back in a moment, Mr White. Let me get you a coffee.?