Private lessons from Miss Taylor

“Tell me Ian, has Miss Sykes been particularly apt at thrilling you by using that pretty mouth of hers to say all manner of dirty little things so far?” Miss Taylor asked, revealing Ian’s given name to Kathy, although it was not entirely certain that Kathy was in a coherent enough state to have perceived it.

“No, so far she’s primarily groaned, gasped, cussed and moaned, which is nice…” Ian replied, the weak tremor in his voice being the result of the snug confines in which his balls were lodged as they continued their animated pulsating.

“Oh, well, while there’s always room for a few throaty cries of raw, animalistic lust, I do believe that they’re ever so more intoxicating when they’re backed up by a few well-chosen obscenities. Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. White?”

“Quite so,” Ian squeezed out his reply.

“And you think that you can hold back for at least a little while longer? I mean, it wouldn’t be particularly rewarding if I was to think out a whole speech of nice and nasty improprieties if you were to hose me down with your jizz halfway through it.”
Miss Taylor seemed to take great delight in asking such questions, especially since they seemed to cause Ian’s precum to leak out into Kathy’s sumptuous tresses of brown hair at an even higher regularity.

“Gina… I’ll try,” Ian vowed, as much for his sake as for Miss Taylor’s.

“Good,” Miss Taylor cooed as she offered Ian an almost ridiculously sensuous smile, “and how about you, Miss Sykes, would you appreciate a lesson on how to orally please a man in a way which doesn’t involve his cock being rammed into your mouth?”

To accentuate that she was now talking to Kathy, Miss Taylor used the one of her hands not currently employed to fondle the shaft of Ian’s cock to smack the brunette’s firm ass, maintaining her naughty smile upon noting how the spanked buttock quaked in the aftermath of her blow.

“Y-yes!” Kathy cried out as more of her girlcum ended up sprinkled onto Ian’s legs.
“Hmm,” Miss Taylor purred as she observed that the flow of precum from Ian’s cockhead had increased as a result of Kathy’s ass trembling in reaction to her gloved hand coming down upon it, “perhaps I might make you blow your load just by spanking this horny little slut?”

“Miss Taylor,” Sonya now cut in, explaining helpfully that “Kathy really does like it when she’s called a slut.”

“Does she now?” Miss Taylor cocked an eyebrow just as she pulled Ian’s foreskin as far back as it would go in one smooth motion, “And why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“Do you like it, Kathy?” Miss Taylor was now stroking Ian in an agonizingly slow pace, each soft, thorough fisting of her hand over his cock making it harder for him to hold back from surrendering his load as he listened to her directing her dirty talk towards the semi-conscious brunette that was stretched out before him, “do you like it when I tell you that you’re a dirty little slut?”

“Yes…” Kathy responded with a long, trembling moan.

“That I’m going to spank your slutty little ass for being such a naughty slut that you show up late for class because you just can’t stop licking pussy?”

“Y…yeeessssss…” Miss Taylor smiled again at the groan which Kathy now produced.
“That I intend to make you lube my asshole up for Mr. White with your tongue and then make you watch how he fucks me senseless with that huge fucking monstercock of his?”

“Yes!” Kathy shrieked as yet more of her gelatinous juices ended up scattered in tiny droplets to gleam against the surface of Mr. White’s legs.

“You know what,” Miss Taylor told Ian, “I do believe she is a bit of a slut.”

“Good to have that sorted out,” Ian responded through gritted teeth as Miss Taylor’s long, slender fingers slid all over the meaty crown of his member.

“Hear, hear,” Miss Taylor responded, and then relinquished her hold of his member, her pussy foaming as she watched the thick pillar of meat bob in the air above Kathy’s back.

“Fuck, I need to have that thing in my mouth,” Miss Taylor announced in a husky tone.

The desk bowed under the added weight of Miss Taylor when she nimbly jumped up onto it, but it held without breaking even as she positioned herself so that she was squatting down on top of Kathy, her PVC-enclosed buttocks very nearly brushing against the voluptuous brunette’s naked back while her heels were planted on the tabletop on each side of Kathy.

“Ian,” Miss Taylor stopped talking and snarled from the amount of strength required of her to grab hold of Ian’s member and hoist it upwards until it head was resting on top of the exposed centre of her stupendous chest, a dash of precum squirting out of his cockhead to disappear in between the deep, narrow valley that separated the two monumental orbs of titflesh from each other.

“I just want you to know,” Miss Taylor carried on the dirty talk, moving her pout lips as they were only centimetres away from the bell-shaped tip of his humungous member, “that Miss Hart passed those snapshots of you welcoming Kathy on to Miss Forbes, who in turn passed them on to Miss Ryder…”

Miss Taylor now took a brief pause from her talking, a pause which she spent flickering her tongue against his glossy cumhole.

“In short, those pictures of this spectacular slut being decorated with your cum are being passed on to every member of our faculty,” Miss Taylor explained, “Mrs. Grayson even got so excited by them that she abandoned her class and went off to find Mr. Grayson.”

“Bill’s a lucky man,” Ian observed.

“His class is as lucky as he is,” Miss Taylor carried on, after having planted a soft kiss on Ian’s cockhead, “they’re watching him ram his cock into his Mrs’ asshole as we speak.”

“Fuck,” Miss Taylor let out a deep groan, “I hate it when I forget to change out of my cat suit before coming to see you. I should wear a skirt, like these two sluts,” Kathy moaned lustfully again at being referred to as a slut, “or a thong, and then all I’ll have to do is to turn around and suddenly find myself impaled on all sixteen inches of your fantastic cock, my pussy drooling out honey as you ram that gargantuan fucktool so far up my ass that you risk bruising my lungs.”

“Sonya,” Miss Taylor spoke to the blonde teen, turning her right cheek towards Ian and letting out a delighted squeal of surprise when he jumped on the opportunity to paint it with an amply sized discharge of viscid precum.

“Sonya,” Miss Taylor tried again, this time not having to interrupt herself due to Ian shooting any cum, pre- or proper, at her face, “why don’t you prove yourself useful by coming over here and cleaning up Mr. White’s legs, your new roommate has sprayed her girlcum all over them.”

Sonya, who up to that point had been standing with one foot planted on the windowsill while thrusting the double-ended dildo in and out of her asshole, now hurried over to the trio as fast as she could without extracting the fake cock from her anus and dropped down on her knees next to Mr. White, a ravenous look decorating her ravishingly beautiful face as she leaned in and whipped up one of the glistening specks of girlcum with her tongue.

“Ian,” Miss Taylor said once she had rubbed her full lips against his cockhead, “it’s a lovely day outside, so why don’t we head out onto the grounds? I’m sure that slutty Kathy here would love it if just about anyone could watch from the windows as you pump that hard, long slab of juicy cockmeat in and out of her asshole.”

Kathy moaned again as Sonya took the chance to slide one finger into her slit. Being thankful to Miss Taylor for showing her how a girl could take charge of a situation just by acting confident and giving voice to every scandalously lewd thought that might pop into her head, what really made her feel ingratiated to the busty head of supply was the fact that her dirty talk had joined forces with Ian holding back his next ejaculation to ensure that his balls were now more swollen than ever before, the pulsating presence of his cum-bloated scrotum inside her asshole causing her to tremble and gasp as more of her juices poured out onto Sonya’s finger.