She takes pictures

Mrs Grayson stood rooted to the spot for a while, framed in the classroom doorway. At her entry, most of the students stopped their rapt appreciation of the foursome’s antics in the centre of the room, snatched their pens back up and started working, so as to escape the ire of what was evidently one of the school’s top disciplinarians.

Ian stood with his hands on his hips, panting. Emma was still a couple of feet behind him, splayed over her deskchair getting screwed in the ass by Sean. Natasha was one her knees in front of Sean and the Emma, contentedly stuck via more than a few glossy tendrils of cum to the end of Ian’s monstercock.

Mrs Grayson shut the door behind her and went to the front teacher’s desk at the front of the room. In the unnatural quiet, her stiletto-heeled boots clicked on the surface of the floor in an almost forbidding fashion. Once there, Mrs Grayson opened one of the drawers and rummaged in it for a while, before withdrawing a slim silver-coloured digital camera. Turning it on and walking up the aisle of deskchairs, sashaying in her skintight uniform, the teacher stopped in front of Ian and Natasha.

‘Don’t move, you two,’ she said, ‘this is going to make an excellent picture for the cover of this weeks’ school newsletter.’

With that, Mrs Grayson aimed the camera and took a picture of Natasha. Ian’s head wasn’t in the shot, something he felt partially relieved about, but his cock was certainly handsomely pixellated. For one thing, Natasha was not actually that near to him, being well over a foot away from his groin, the intervening space filled with a post-orgasmically heaving branch of cockmeat studded with thick and turgid veins, which made the entire length look, to the female students, all the more glisteningly juicy and delicious. The head of the slippery wet member was as big as Natasha’s clenched fist, and it was sitting and glinting with moisture on her outstretched tongue, the young brunette extending the agile pink muscle as far as she could so as to cradle the tip of the fat organ in the crook of her jaw. In fact, it was heavy, and Natasha stretched out her gloved hand after Mrs Grayson took the first photo and placed it at the base of Ian’s shaft, just above his balls in order to support the density of flesh that was propped in her mouth.

The gloriously beautiful, mega-titted teenager made quite a picture, posing on the edge of Ian’s monolithic meatstick, and she was enjoying the attention, sending searing gazes into each of Mrs Grayson’s camera shots. Ian had blasted her. About six or seven lines of gooey cum crisscrossed her gorgeous face, a couple starting at her chin and extending all the way up into pearly speckles in her hair, her cheeks pasted, and one of her eyes plastered closed (she was having to send her searing looks with one eye only, the fact that the other one had been blasted shut only accentuating the horniness of her expression). Mostly, cum was dripping on thick ropes from her jawline and chin, making her huge breasts even more messy. She smiled, she pouted, she winked, she kissed the huge blunt end of the member, and she attached cumropes to its tip and drew away, attaching heavy strings of creamy jizz to her lips and chin.

‘Say “facial,”’ said Mrs Grayson, crouching down to get a better shot of the beautiful, cum-adorned teenager with a massive cock sticking out of her mouth.

‘Facial,’ giggled Natasha.

'Great honey,' said Mrs Grayson, 'now smile at him,'

Natasha smiled radiantly up at Ian as though she had just that instant won the Miss Universe competition. It was a smile straight from the covers of glossy magazines except for the intrusion of the huge veiny cock into the side of the photograph. And the thick ropes of cum dripping from her face.

'Now pout,' said Mrs Grayson.

Immediately, Natasha pulled a sultry, smokey eyed expression, the dick, enormous as it was, looking for all the world as if it hadn't stood a chance of lasting two seconds before erupting into her sexy, assured face, with the chestnut-locked big-titted teenager perhaps not so much as having to touch the thing.

'Now look a little surprised,' suggested Miss Grayson.

At this injunction, Natasha changed her face to one of glazed shock, withdrawing the cock from her mouth with her hand, still attached to her chin with a rope of sperm, and stared at it as if in mute incomprehension at how it had spurted so much out. Her mouth was formed into a perfect O, her eyes pondering the power of the big blunt instrument with wordless worship and respect.

Mrs Grayson took a few more pictures, as suddenly the intensity of moans emanating from Sean indicated that he was going to cum too.