The Continuing Adventures of Kathy...

Jennifer let out a baffled sigh as she felt Ian’s turgid cock throbbing between her tits, vast reserves of his cum slithering down the smooth, tanned skin of her torso and giving her a warm, wet feeling.

Everyone else was as surprised as she was at what Ian had done as he began to pull his cock out of her corset, several of the female students making approving noises at the fact that his member remained rock-hard and ready for service.
As she watched Ian’s dick reappear from its position of being stuck down Jennifer’s cleavage, Miss Stark wrapped her hand around its base and began to zealously fist it as more and more of it came rising out of Jennifer’s sperm-drenched corset.

“Pardon me Miss Stark?” A voice, uneven from the horniness with which it was soaked, came calling out.
“Yes, Kathy?” Miss Stark replied, while Ian moved his head to the right so as to see the person whom the voice belonged to.

She turned out to be a brunette equipped with a marvellously voluptuous figure and clad in what Ian guessed would be the standard uniform for the catholic female students of the school; a simple white blouse tied together at the front in a knot and of such an inadequate size that it framed rather than covered her truly bountiful boobs, while a black PVC tie ran down from her neck to disappear in the deep valley between her awe-inspiring tits and reappear below those gravity-defying orbs and end just above her belly-button, which served as the centre of her smooth, flawlessly shaped stomach, a stomach which was left almost completely exposed between her miniscule shirt and the pleated cotton skirt which looked to measure less than three inches in width and which thus served to only cover a small area above her crotch, leaving her minute thong made from a single strap of white lace to be seen as it reached down to her sex, into the wet depths of which it then disappeared before becoming visible again as it continued on down to where Ian could see the absolute bottoms of her richly sized and apparently very firm buttocks meet.

Taking a moment to shoot Ian a gaze which nearly sent him ejaculating again on account of just how sultry it was, Kathy then began to speak while keeping her eyes peeled on Ian; “Well ma’am, I don’t know if its fair that Jennifer got to be cock-spanked and jizzed on by Mr. White as punishment. From where I’m sitting that just seems more like a reward.”

“She does have a point.” Ian backed Kathy up, primarily due to the sudden urge to fuck her brains out which filled him as he watched her sluttish appearance.
“Now why aren’t I surprised that you feel that way, Mr. White?” Miss Stark shot him a kinky smile, before growing silent as she apparently shaped out the reply which she was to give to Kathy.

“Well Kathy, you do have a point.” Miss Stark granted her young student. “Though you’ve raised it just before I was to make it redundant.”
“How’s that?” Ian wondered.
“Simple,” Miss Stark began to formulate the reason, “this is a double-lesson, meaning that we’ve got…”, Miss Stark glanced at the wall clock, “one hour and thirty-three minutes to go. So Jennifer’s punishment is to be the only girl here not to get to feel Mr. White’s cock inside of her, which I can promise is a sensation that is epic in the filthiest meaning of the word, but instead she’ll have to settle for watching.”

“And what about us boys, Miss Stark?” One of the dozen male students called out.
“Good question, Peter.” Miss Stark responded, “those of you who won’t be busy fucking me, and as you know I’m quite capable of entertaining five or six of you in one go, will get to stick your dicks into any of the girls who’re not lucky enough to be at the receiving end of Mr. White’s humungous cock.” Miss Stark shaped her mouth into an o at the last bit.

“Naturally,” Miss Stark continued on, “Jennifer is not to be touched by any of you boys either”, then she turned to gaze at Ian, “does that sound good to you, Mr. White?”
“Uh…yes” Ian stumbled out; did anyone really think that he would say no to an hour and a half of fucking twelve fetish-clad nymphets’?

“Excellent!” Miss Stark gave his cock another expert stroke, “then make your pick on whose to go first.”