Robert stands

‘Un…’ said Miss Fox, without finishing the word, her eyes glazing over and roaming unfocused over the room somewhere behind Robert. As she reached her hand down towards her newly glazed crotch, Robert saw the tanned vixen’s facial expression change a few times, and the effect was almost comic, as if she was trying to look everywhere in the room except at his face. At first her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were looking wistfully at the ceiling, next she frowned and crumpled her face into an expression of puzzlement as her hand found the fabric of her PVC dress and then her face softened a little as she came to a definite conclusion, the final expression being one which melted a little.

‘-orthodox…’ she finished, before bringing her fingers back up to her face to examine them, rubbing her thumb and forefinger together beneath her nose to both smell and test the consistency of the cloying gluey substance that had found its was underneath the desk which separated her from her student and become blasted all over her pussy.

Then she finally looked at Robert, with a look in her eyes which almost melted him in the spot, such was the scalding self-assuredness in her eyes.

‘Robert,’ she began, ‘I feel I have to warn you in the gentlest terms that although the curse of premature ejaculation is a most unfortunate affliction it is something that we try to avoid in this school.’

Robert gulped.

Miss Fox’s face creased a little, ‘but I have to say that in the case of young men who can blow a load the distance that you can, and with the **** and volume that you’re capable of, it is something which we genuinely encourage.’

At this, the gorgeous, slender, deeply tanned vixen blessed Robert with a magnificent smile which dazzled the young student.

‘Now do I detect the sticky, cum, covered fingerprints of Nurse Pennyweather all over this mystery?’ said Miss Fox.

Robert didn’t get chance to reply before Miss Fox tilted her seat backwards and then, with an explosive motion of her gorgeous, golden tanned, immaculately shapely legs, kicked both of them upwards in a scissors-like motion and planted the heels on the desk, spreading them as wide as possible into a splayed V shape. She was wearing black shiny platform stripper sandals with stiletto heels and platform soles which were now close enough for Robert to have touched. Robert marvelled at the delectable, perfect form of the black-haired vixen’s pins, from the trim calves to the toned thighs.

Miss Fox dangled the tips of fingers of her right hand into her mouth, lapping luxuriously at the fine webbing of cum that was stuck between her fingers, while her other hand slid down the contours of her massive, protruding tits, down her trim stomach and further until she separated the lips of her pink honeypot with her first and middle finger, sluttishly revealing her sticky tunnel to Robert.

‘Have a good look, Robert,’

Robert gaped as Miss Fox patted her pussy with the flat of her fingers, rubbing it and then easing the lips further apart. The lower hem of the PVC dress, along with the upper juncture of her thighs was caked with a substantial spattering of gooey cum. Robert noticed that there was a tattoo which began just above the hood of the gorgeous teacher’s vagina which went up along her pubic mound and upwards onto her groin.

‘You fucking blew a load of cum directly in my pussy.’

As Miss Fox mentioned this, Robert saw her curve her upper lip in a slutty grimace as she coaxed a thick glob of semen oozed from the parted lips of her pussy. It slid onto the seat upon which she sat.

As Robert looked, wide eyed at the gorgeous, slutty teacher, Miss Fox giggled.

‘You haven’t said much, Mr Cummings,’ she laughed, ‘in any other interview I’d have to say that you wouldn’t be doing very well. Of course in this context shooting all of your cum into my slit from the distance of a few yards goes a long way towards securing you a place.’

Robert was relieved.

‘Now, would you be so kind as to do as I asked and stand up.’

Robert pushed back his chair and rose. When he did so, it was to the accompaniment of the inimitable sound of cloth tearing and stitches being pulled apart. He winced as the symphony commenced, each inch of him straightening himself to his full height seemingly being amplified by some cartoon sound effect of the protestations of his trousers.

‘This is the strangest interview I’ve ever had,’ confessed Robert.

‘Wait until you graduate,’ said Miss Fox with an impish smile.

When he finally stood up, it was to present a rather strange figure indeed to his interviewer. As he had stood up, the massive, bell-shaped head of his sixteen-inch monstercock had protruded through the hole that had been made in the knee, and in doing so, caused the thick trunk of vein-ripped pussy missile, achingly, iron-hard as it was, to tear through the material on the thigh of the trousers so that Robert’s huge cock, pointing upwards towards the ceiling, was covered by a flap of cloth, with other tortured seams of fabric stretched to bursting point stretching out on back towards the trousers.

‘That thing is fucking enormous,’ said Miss Fox, frankly.

Sweeping her long legs from the desk in front of her swiftly, she stood and sashayed around the desk until she was al Robert’s side. Robert was reminded of the amazing proportions of her body as he did so, the mile-long legs, the waspish waist and the huge, stacked tits projecting out of her chest. Slowly, she slid her hand down his body until she put her hand around the base of his cock.

‘I can’t get my fingers to meet around the side…’ Miss Fox gasped. At this, she shot Robert a crazily hot expression, catching her lower lips between her teeth and then pouting a little bit, before smiling wickedly and getting down immeasurably slowly onto her haunches. Then, with great delicacy and infinite care, the busty brunette began to release Robert’s throbbing shaft from the ragged remains of his trousers, slowly stripping the dangling threads and strips of cloth from the pillar of flesh until she had revealed the sleek, muscular pulsing, fat sausage.

‘Monstercock,’ said Miss Fox.

Standing quickly, she reached into the drawer of the desk and retrieved a tape measure, swiftly whipping it around to press against the top of Robert’s cock, taking extremely accurate measurements of the organ.

‘Please stop making it throb,’ Miss Fox remarked at one point, without looking up and in mock irritation, ‘it’s making it impossible for me to get an accurate reading.’

Finally, satisfied that she had successfully measured the dimensions of the tumescent fuckstaff, Miss Fox reached back into the drawer and withdrew a ledger.

It was a large, thick, leather bound book of the type that is used for recording accounts. Miss Fox sat back down at her side of the desk, turned to the very back of the book, and began to write in fine pen along a single line of the page, saying as she did so, ‘Robert Cummings… sixteen inches.’

‘Is that an official requirement?’ said Robert, ‘I’ve already been measured by Miss Hart and she said that I’d passed that test.’

‘No Robert,’ said Miss Fox, ‘this is for my own personal records. I always make a note of the size of every dick that I fuck or suck.’

‘Ah…’ said Robert.

‘Ah indeed,’ said Miss Fox, finally finishing what she was writing and turning the book to face Robert. Opening it so he could see she ran fingers through the pages so that the leaves riffled past. There were hundreds of pages, each with dozens and dozens of names and statistics recorded in tiny, neat handwriting. Robert’s name was at the very end of the book, and there were only a few pages left.

‘This is the fifth volume,’ said Miss Fox, and Robert suddenly felt that he was going to explode.