The appearance of a Star Pupil

There was a collective gasp in the classroom as Ian?s fifteen students expressed their very heartfelt appreciation and boggle-eyed amazement as Ian?s gigantic tube of fuckmeat sprang from the velvety confines of Miss Taylor?s cleavage and tore through her camouflage mesh vest, a sticky ripping sound rending through the air as the sperm-spurting rod bisected the tit-hugging top as it shot upwards, smacking against his own abdominal muscles with a wet splat. Ian?s towering fuck-mast wobbled and trembled at its full fifteen inches, working its way to a standing position, casting a long shadow across his desk, and almost obscuring his view of the class from his current vantage point.

With almost comic effect, Ian used the back of his right hand to part the huge protruding tube standing in front of him slightly to the side so that he could survey the classroom without his view of it being obstructed. There was a plethora of expressions on offer. A couple of girls had their eyes and mouths open wide as saucers, fixed almost uncomprehendingly on him as they saw what his cock had just accomplished. A couple more on the front row were exchanging looks between each other that were somewhere between half-lecherous and half knowing, their minds obviously extrapolating what amazing feats they would be able to conjure the mammoth horsedick into achieving should they be lucky enough to get hold of it. Next to them was a blonde girl whose facial expression was masked in a liberal splash of his gooey discharge, although from the way her eyelids were fluttering open and shut against the lacquer of semen and her tongue piling the cream out from where it had been jetted into her mouth so that it ran in gobbets down her chin, Ian surmised that she looked the very picture of astonishment beneath. Evidently that was where Miss Taylor, now industriously burrowing her tongue against Ian?s asshole, had directed his first blast.

The next victim appeared to be a girl on the back row with wavy golden tresses tumbling over her shoulder and striking azure eyes. Ian had no idea where this minx?s uniform had disappeared to ? in any other school it would have been a black mark against her ? but the result of her liberal attitude meant that now both her huge, perfectly round boobs, were glistening with a gleaming splattering of cum. The girl cradled them under her arms and pursed her lips together, smiling at Ian.

The third girl to have been caught in the line of fire was a tanned, darkhaired minx on the front row with a very wicked glint in her eye deep brown eyes. Ian found he could trace exactly the path that his cumshot had taken on this girl, given that a single line of cum about an inch thick started on the open pages of her maths book and continued uninterruptedly, painted from the leaves of the book onto her wooden desk, whereupon the line connected with the girl?s body and bisected her boobs, both of the bronzed orbs sitting proudly and bounteously enough on her chest in a black PVC bra with the line of jizz splattered on top of her cleavage, then extending further, up her breastbone, between her collarbone, and up her neck. The line of jizz that had been blasted onto her face veered off diagonally, no doubt as a result of the recoil from Ian?s mammoth schlong changing the direction of the blast, so that the string of spooge went from her chin, over her lips, over her cheek and had pasted her left eye completely shut in a cum-splattered wink before extending over her forehead and into her hair, where the white line in the black tresses gave her a sticky quiff.

As decorous as this made the girl, it was the one next to her that really managed to draw Ian?s attention, this one being so startling that he was amazed he hadn?t noticed her before. It seemed that the very tip of the line of jizz that Ian had expelled at the brunette had caught the one next to her on her shoulder.

Ian actually forgot about looking for his fourth blast when he saw this girl.

Her hair was a lustrous blonde mane, spiked and shaped into a striking mohawk, the front few strands tumbling over her left eye, the remainder on the sides of her head pulled tightly over her ears and swept backwards, to protrude at surprising angles out over the back of her head, the rest exploding upwards in a high, almost retro punkesque crest, although without the uniform of rigidity customary to such a haircut. Her eyes were heavily made up with black mascara that accentuated their slender, narrow almond-like shape and made her shockingly piercing blue eyes shine more incandescently. Her nose was delicate and small but with almost imperceptibly high aristocratic nostrils and her mouth was a perfect configuration of lustrous and plump lips. Perhaps the feature which most defined the girl?s unearthly beauty was her amazingly high, ice-pick sharp cheekbones, not only flawlessly composed themselves but serving to throw the girl?s other, truly extraordinary features into relief.

Without waiting for an invitation, the girl rose from her desk and approached the now-trembling Ian at the front desk. She was wearing nothing substantial, simply a few slender crisscrossing straps of studded black leather that traced over her abdomen. The straps came down from over her shoulders, and separated into two upon meeting her tits as they descended, linked by a metal circle that sat directly in her solar plexus, the central position between her boobs, where they were joined to two a pair of other straps that traced the underside of her tits. Her gigantic, gleaming, solid, round and humongously proportioned breasts jutted from her chest, framed by the studded straps of black leather, small and achingly suckable nipples positioned on the topmost part of the globes. She was wearing platform-heeled black boots with straps that wound their way up her calves. There was a tattoo of barbed wire on the topmost part of her right arm, and when the girl walked around the desk Ian caught a glimpse of her slender but discreetly muscular back, nothing covering the delectably tanned skin apart from the back end of the straps that were holding her improbable outfit together around her shoulders and around her perfect ass.

Ian gulped as the blonde vision approached him and took his cock in her hand. The look in her eyes, with her red mouth hanging slackly open, was scaldingly carnivorous. By now Miss Taylor had risen from behind Ian, and said, in his ear:

?This is out star pupil, Mr White.?