Some dialogue and movements

‘Now that you mention it, I do see a resemblence,’ Ian mused matter-of-factly as Miss Taylor kept sucking on his cock. Zoe had the same astonishingly piercing eyes as her mother and the same incredible type of features, with a plump, ripe lower lip that gave her a preternaturally sulky look made her look, and the high cheekbones. Tanya Monroe was rightly renown as the most beautiful woman in porn and Zoe seemed set to follow in her illustrious footsteps.

‘So Ms Monroe figured that the best education her daughter could possibly have was for her to be sent here for a sort of apprenticeship…’

Miss Taylor nodded. It was all she could currently do, considering that Ian’s massive fuckpiece was lodged in her mouth. Ian found it slightly amusing that the head of supply was still doing her bit to keep the conversation going, even though nonverbally, but even though the gorgeous slut on her haunches in front of him was gobbling him magnificently, he was a little carried away with the idea of fucking the famous Tanya Monroe’s daughter. Even so, Ian found the experience of having a tongue travelling along the length of his massively engorged member, which was now glistening wet with Miss Taylor’s saliva no less pleasurable than usual. Moving her head backwards and forwards with a few swift strokes, Miss Taylor then pulled back, opened her mouth, careful to ostentatiously leave a number of gluey ropes of spit suspended in the gap between her lips and his cockend before she spoke.

‘Zoe’s won the Top of the Pops competition we have here at the school for the past ten weeks consecutively,’ she said, cast an adoring gaze towards the bulbous tip of Ian’s dick before beginning to feed the bell-shaped and fist-sized piece of meat into her mouth.

‘Top of the Pops?’ said Ian.

Miss Taylor nodded again, raising her eyebrows in assent before removing Ian’s cock from her mouth once more. ‘Yes. A little initiative we have here at the school. Over the course of the week we try to take pictures of as many facial cumshots that take place as we can. We put them all up on a noticeboard in the humanities corridor and people vote for their favourite.’

‘Is that so?’

‘Yes. She has a natural advantage because she’s so pretty, but you should see some of the loads she coaxes out. Quite exceptional. The little slut gets blasted like you wouldn’t believe.’

‘Oh, I can believe it. That trick with the fan was quite something. She’s redecorated the room.’

‘And her classmates. You’ll be the talk of the school this breaktime, Mr Supply Teacher.’

At this, both of them surveyed the room. The walls, ceiling, floor and desks were all spattered with cum. It wasn’t lying in deep pools, but there was the decided effect of a polka-dot pattern in evidence.

‘I’ll detail the cleaners to come round and give the place the once-over before the next period,’ Miss Taylor said absently, before impaling her face back on Ian’s fuck-rod with a slurp.

‘Maybe they could give you the once-over as well,’ remarked Ian, looking down at the big titted blonde that was sucking his dick. Miss Taylor hadn’t come out of the cum-storm as badly as the students in the room, but her gorgeous body was streaked here and there with splashes of precum, her two massive melons having been made particularly shiny.

‘It’s Nurse Pennyweather I feel sorry for…’ said Miss Taylor with a giggle, making frothy bubbles of the saliva that she was toying with around the meaty head of Ian’s cock. ‘Come on,’ she said, rising abruptly. Let’s go to my office. We can find out what lesson Zoe’s in an get her out of it.’

‘Aren’t I meant to be teaching, next?’

‘That can wait. We’ve got bigger things in mind for you at this school, Mr White.’

Getting up, Miss Taylor reached down and took Ian by the cock, stroking firmly as the two of them went of the room and into the corridor.

Since it was breaktime the corridor was awash with students, all of whom stared agog at Miss Taylor leading the mega-hung substitute teacher by the dick through the school. After Ian’s last lesson, which he congratulated himself on for conducting in exemplary fashion, he felt he had little to fear from this kind of scenario, and at seemed that work of this last legendary period had spread already, with most of the female students having foregone their original sexual sassiness in favour of something much closer to awe.

‘Did I get you close to blowing?’ Miss Taylor said teasingly to Ian out of the corner of the mouth as they made their way through a pair of double doors which were obediently held open for them by a pair of what appeared to be blonde twins in latex stockings and boob tubes.

‘Quite,’ admitted Ian, tensing as Miss Taylor kept stroking his slippery dick as they walked.

‘Maybe I should pull you off now…’

‘I’d never say no to that, Miss Taylor.’

With a smirk, Miss Taylor stopped smartly in front of a noticeboard. ‘Top of the Pops,’ she announced.

Ian looked at the pinboard. It was a large rectangle studded with a series of photographs arranged in rows. Each of the photographs had a number and a caption, and each featured a massive dick protruding from one side of the picture with a girl’s face in the centre, most of whom were sporting large smiles and massive amounts of cum.

Ian leaned forwards and looked at one. The caption read ‘Gina gets spooged by Maxwell.’ In it, a gorgeous brunette with almond shaped eyes and her PVC-gloved fist wrapped round a thick, vein-corded dick planted a fulsome kiss on the purple head of the member, cum glistening like pearls in her hair. In another, entitled ‘blizzard’, a cute Asian girl had a lopsided smile as she came to terms with five streaks of cum down the left side of her face, one of which had successfully plastered her eye shut.

‘Here’s Zoe,’ remarked Miss Taylor, tapping her nail against one of the pictures. ‘he’ll probably win again this week.’

Ian moved his gaze to that picture and gulped as he saw Zoe staring straight out of the shot, a dick on each side of her face, both captured in the exact moment of ejaculation.

‘Let’s get you to my office before you explode…’ Miss Taylor whispered into Ian’s ear.

Thinking this was the best course of action, Ian allowed himself to be led down the corridor. By now he was feeling quite tense and was quite relieved when the pair of them made it to Miss Taylor’s office.

Once inside the room, Miss Taylor picked up the phone on her desk. ‘Hello, reception? Its Miss Taylor here. Could you find out where Zoe Monroe is having her next lesson and get a student to bring her along to my office? Oh yes, and have the cleaners take a look at room B9.’