A detour

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Ian asked as they reached the door.
Looking at Ian as if she didn’t know what he was referring to, a sultry smile spread across Miss Taylor’s lips as she reached down and wrapped her hand as well as she could around the trunk of his turgid cock.

“Really, Mr. White, you shouldn’t make me do things like this,” she said as she ran her fingers over the veiny surface of his prick, “and I don’t think that you understand just what merely feeling your beautiful cock in my hands does to me.”

“How wet it makes me,” Miss Taylor went on as she began to fist his member with both hands, making sure to press her arms inwards in order to further accentuate the generous swell of her magnificent swell of her boobs, “and how it makes me yearn to feel it inside me.”

Ian grunted at how Miss Taylor’s left hand was now gently slid along the underbelly of his member all the way to his balls, which she began to fondle with the same deft touch with which she seemed to do everything.

“Should we go?” Miss Taylor finally asked once both her hands were once more stroking and caressing Ian’s tumescent fuckpole, the buxom blonde leading the new teacher out into the corridor, with him contributing to their progress by pushing the door open, something which she couldn’t do due to her hands being quite full at the moment.

Once more, Ian found himself having been brought to within an inch of orgasm by the supple ministrations of Miss Taylor’s hands, but not allowed to go over it as precum flowed from his pisshole and the two of them made their way through the abandoned corridors and into the staircase which connected the building’s different stories.

Just as the two of them came out of the stairs to enter the ground floor, a trio of schoolgirls appeared from around the corner to the main corridor. Consisting of one blonde, one brunette and one redhead, the trio of busty young vixens were all clad in the customary uniform of shiny, skin-tight leather, and they were wearing awestruck expressions upon their faces as they suddenly found themselves confronted with the sight of Ian in all of his exposed glory, with his massive cock being firmly pumped by Miss Taylor’s delicate hand.

“Girls, this is Mr. White, I suspect you might have heard of him already…” Miss Taylor said, and then gave Ian’s cock that last fisting required to make it shoot out a sticky spray of jizz.

Since Ian was standing with his eyes closed and a low murmur pressing past his half-closed lips, it was a good thing for all that it was Miss Taylor who had accepted the task of aiming his cum-spewing cock at the threesome of startled, voluptuous young minxes, and she made sure to move his member back and forth until his load had been properly administered onto each of the three nubile vixens.

“Oops,” Miss Taylor put her right index finger at the side of her mouth and sent Ian a look so naughty it triggered him into shooting out one last amply sized jet of cum, “I think I made you go off.”

Apparently deciding there and then that her finger really didn’t cut it size wise, Miss Taylor used her two-handed grip on Ian’s cock to hoist it up into an upright position before blowing air onto its head like a Hollywood gunfighter would do to his gun after the big fight, licking her lips and flashing her teeth with a wolfish smile before proceeding to take his cockhead into her mouth, a glossy string of her spit running down the underside of his member right down to the point where it rested against the deep cleft between her huge, globular tits.

Wiping the jizz out of her eyes so that she could see something again, the dusky brunette who had been standing in the middle between her two friends watched in awed silence how the top member of faculty had her lips clamped around the shaft of the biggest, thickest cock that she’d ever seen.

“Girls, aren’t you running late for something?” Miss Taylor spat Ian’s cockhead out of her mouth and asked the threesome, who all lingered on for a little while before heeding her words and setting off up the stairs, each and every one of them throwing longing glances at Ian as they unwillingly moved further and further away from him.

As the two of them stepped through one of the school building’s many side-entrances, Ian found himself standing at the start of a footpath which led the way through an area consisting of several houses, built primarily from bricks and mortar and in a style which seemed Victorian to his less-than expert eyes, and a vast expanse of carefully arranged plants and trees which were beginning to bloom in full as spring was about to turn into summer.

Her fingers still wrapped around the ridged shaft of Ian’s cock, he had begun to suspect that she would only let go off it if it was pried loose from her grip, Miss Taylor guided him down the footpath, moving through the serene landscape as the only noises which could be heard were those of her heels clicking against the tarmac and the low moans which he released every so often.

As the two of them came round a bend which the pathway had to take in order to circumvent a patch of trees, Ian found himself forgetting about the pleasure brought on by Miss Taylor’s wanton handling of his member for one brief moment as he looked at the hothouse up ahead as it came into view. It too appearing as a slab of Victorian England being dropped down in the middle of the countryside, the hothouse was vaguely reminiscent of the Crystal Palace, but on a less grandiose scale. But even if it didn’t seem to be any elm trees growing in there, the building nonetheless appeared to be brimming with plant life.

Still, Ian would not get to see it up close for a little while yet, as Miss Taylor now led him in amongst the trees, moving him along with her as they moved down another pathway.

“Gina…” Ian began to say, his voice sounding slurred as a result of the steady pumping of her fingers.

“We have enough time,” Miss Taylor claimed, with a certain amount of fervour.

As it turned out, Miss Taylor had brought Ian to a pond surrounded by open ground, and it seemed as though the two of them were the only people there.

Shielded from the outside by the dense growth of trees which surrounded them, Ian and Miss Taylor drew nearer to the circular body of water.

“This is the pond,” Miss Taylor said, “it’s quite popular amongst our students.”
Miss Taylor then surprised Ian by voluntarily letting go off his member, and made sure to sway her juicy ass for his benefit as she made her way over to one of the benches which were placed on the grass right next to the pathway.

As the bench, which was made from polished stone, was without any support for the back, that meant that Gina could now lean forwards and wrap her fingers around the far side of the bench as she presented her ass for Ian to gawk at, her legs placed so that her luscious thighs were pressed together.

“Please Ian,” Miss Taylor looked past her shoulder to send a blazing hot gaze his way, “I need you to fuck me one more time.”

Eager to respond to Gina’s plea, Ian drew nearer to her, noting how her huge tits hung between her arms and how flocks of her blonde hair glistened against the tanned skin of her neck and shoulders.

A blissful shiver running down her spine when she felt the club-like tip of Ian’s cock come against the entrance to her anus, Gina grit her teeth together and braced herself as he pushed forwards, forcing his cockhead into her asshole.

Even if the trees shielded them from anyone seeing what they were up to, Ian very much doubted that anyone within a few hundred yards of the pond could avoid hearing the throaty “Oh fuck!” which Miss Taylor now produced as the head of Ian’s fuckpole got some company from the first couple of inches of the shaft proper.

Back in the bathroom, Ian had placed his hands on Gina’s waist for some extra support, but this time he waited until enough of his cock had disappeared into her anal canal before leaning in and wrapping his hands around her spectacular boobs, marvelling at how little of them he managed to cover while her hard little nipples pressed against his palms.

Perhaps it wasn’t his fondling of her nipples that did it, but soon after Ian had first begun to grope her incredible tits, Gina first gargled and then cried out in blissful passion as she climaxed quite fiercely, her entire body shaking against Ian’s as he stabbed his cock in and out of her distended asshole.

Her eyes crossed as a dollop of drool dangled in front of her cheek, Miss Taylor was nonetheless wholly conscious of what was happening once Ian came to the point where his balls were temporarily drained and the cum which had pooled up inside his ballsack was rapidly and forcefully pumped into her bowels.

“Perhaps we’d better get a move,” Miss Taylor carefully suggested once the two of them had calmed down in the aftermath of another shared orgasm, Ian’s rock-hard cock remaining lodged inside her well-fucked arse.