The PE lesson starts (2/3)

‘Well I certainly can’t promise to actually improve either considering how things have been going this morning,’ Ian mused, ‘I mean, I’ve certainly destroyed some assholes, and I don’t know if I’ve taught anything. Maybe just having me around here is a bad idea.’

Ian was not being wholly serious with his comments, and delivered them with something of a wry smile as he faced the class with his mammoth fuckstick pointing angrily at them, hot, thick precum gushing in pulses from the smooth tip onto the floor in an unbroken line. As things stood he was confident that the superlative slut Miss Hart wouldn’t take them at face value and would play along with him a little. The overtures that she had been making to him so far were so completely thrilling that he found it difficult to maintain his composure in front of the stacked, whorish, hardbodied slut, who for the moment seemed to find him fascinating.

He did not miscalculate. Thrillingly, Miss Hart slid in front of him, so that Ian was favoured with a front-seat view of her gargantuan knockers. He had never seen or even conceived of a pair of breasts so humongous, spherically proportioned, hugely jutting or prestigiously projecting. They were purely and simply fucking enormous tits that burst out on her chest as massive orbs.

‘Nothing this big and hard could ever be described as a bad idea, you fucking stud,’ Laura breathed, the cock-meltingly gorgeous slut slowly sinking to her haunches as she enunciated each word, right in front of Ian. Ian gulped. His dick was pointing right at the beautiful blonde slut. Still no used to its incredible size, he marvelled at the way that the centimetre-deep vein that ridged and crisscrossed its surface in a crazy, menacing mapwork throbbed and pulsed dangerously.

‘I haven’t sucked this monster yet, Mr White. I hope I’m capable,’ Laura intoned, her voice a husky pulse as her plump, full lips hung open in a gaping pout.

At this point there was a theatrical, cartoonish cough behind her from the class. Miss Hart fixed her face in mock-disapproval and turned around.

‘Yes, Miss Van Der Schlut?’ Miss Hart asked, addressing the incredibly horny spectacle of the black PCV clad teenage blonde megaboobed slut with the ponygirl hood that was still jacking off the boy next to her, ‘you have something you wish to share with the class?’

The blonde teen grinned even as she jerked off the stiff tool within her grip, happy to sustain the pretence of a genuine classroom discipline problem, ‘just that I can’t believe that a whore as big as you won’t be able to suck that dick, Miss Hart.’

‘Van der Schlut…’ Ian groaned, as the Dutch slut winked at him and then flickered her tongue lasciviously at him.

Laura turned her head back so that she was looking up at Ian: ‘My apologies, Mr White, it seems that my class take me for a total whore…’

With that Ian gasped as his monstrous cock bucked visibly, the spasmodic movement of the immense organ causing more than one of the teenagers to jolt in surprise, as it released a fat, volcanic gush of hot, glutinous precum smack into the blonde’s face, the velocity of the discharge sending a ricocheting splatter away from her face in a glistening spray of impact.

While this was occurring Foxy and Fuckey (or Trixie and Cookie to give them their proper names), were occupied with opening up the storeroom cupboard that was recessed in the wall of the gym. Foxy, the brunette, emerged from the cupboard with a bag slung over her shoulder. Tearing his eyes momentarily from the awesome spectacle of the slutty Miss Hart on her haunches in front of him, Ian glimpsed that the hardbodied teenager was hauling a half-dozen baseball bats into the room. Behind her, the voluptuous Fuckey had a large plastic canister in her hand.

‘We need stools,’ announced Foxy, which meant that the gorgeous dusky beauty with the stripper heels and Adidas jacket suddenly sprung into action – perhaps because at that point she was the only female class member not jerking off a huge cock. This eager brunette quickly rushed to assemble what looked like a half-dozen barstool height chairs into a rough line on the floor of the gymnasium, while Cookie dumped the vat of fluid nearby them. At this point, Ian became distracted from attempting to follow the action of the class, as Miss Hart provided a more important spectacle.

In fact, he grinned, as upon looking down he saw that Laura’s gorgeous face was positively gummed up with his incredibly thick, translucent, gluey precum, which was plastered in a thick webby film over her forehead, eyes, eyelashes, cheeks, and nose, laying all over in thick strands.

‘Sorry…’ Ian ventured.

‘Don’t you ever fucking apologise, stud,’ Laura said, with a growl, before leaning forwards and connecting her plump, ripe, gorgeously shaped lips against the swelling, smooth head of his member in the most ostentatious and whorish way imaginable, half sloppy, searching, sensual kiss, half slurping, suctioning slobber, which ended in a protracted licking of the round tip of the enormous fuckstaff. Ian couldn’t help but inhale noisily as Laura slurped his bone, her eyes closing in an impassioned reverie, then opening slightly to fix him with a scalding stare, then closing again as she took his tool further into her mouth.

In the gymnasium, there were six stools now placed in a line and Foxy and Fuckey were taking each baseball bat in turn and dipping it into the tub of lubricant that was on the floor, as Ian noticed a whorishly dressed teenage slut with a mega-bomb booty strut across the floor and settle onto one of the stools, sticking her peachy asscheeks out over the side.

As this happened, slowly, inexorably, Laura slid her head down the rigid meat pole, impaling her face on his fuckstaff.

‘She’s fucking got him…’ Ian heard a voice say in the class as he nearly lost himself to the stacked slut’s expert ministrations.

So it came of a surprise to everyone when Ian suddenly reached down with his right hand, swiped his enormous testicles up in his grasp and used the elasticity of his ballsack to swing the pair of lemon-sized orbs up and around the trunk of his cock at the base so that the pair of them swirled around and smacked hair into Laura’s face, the heavy bollocks coming to rest on her eyes.