The reappearance of Miss Taylor

?Oh my Mr. White how it does appear as though you?ve taken to educate these lucky sluts,? a sultry voice could be heard from the doorway, away from which Ian was facing as he had just shot another fat blob of cum out through the window, using both hands in an attempt to control the severe recoil of his spastic dick while his balls pounded the insides of his thighs.

Not needing to see the person talking to determine who she was, Ian demonstrated as much by offering a ?Hello again Miss Taylor? and smiling faintly before turning around towards her.

It was to the accompaniment of a gargling noise that Ian recognized that the extraordinarily voluptuous head of supply had changed her outfit since last he?d seen her, although she had been wearing little but the produce of his constant and ample ejaculations at that point.

First off, Miss Taylor must have either taken a shower or a bath, for all traces of Ian?s frequent dousing of her with his balljuice was gone, not a single line of lustrous white left to shimmer against the tanned shade of her skin, and tiny drops of water could be seen slowly rolling their way down her curvaceous body while her blonde hair was plastered together in one single bridge of golden blonde which traced down her neck before widening somewhat when it reached her back.

Instead of the curvehugging, skintight catsuit which the statuesque blonde had worn when Ian had first been fortunate enough to lay his eyes upon her, Miss Taylor was now dressed, if one could call it that, in a pair of wide-brimmed latex boots which reached up to the top of her thighs and which was equipped with heels that looked dangerously high and steep, a wide, shiny black belt and a sheer camouflage top which clung desperately to the lower halves of her breasts, the size of her bosom causing the thin material to be stretched to the point of breaking while its spaghetti-sized straps were left in a taut state as a result of the distance over which they were stretched.

That was the full extent of Miss Taylor?s new outfit, and Ian demonstrated his awareness of the fact that it left her toned arms and midriff and her hairless pussy and juicy ass fully exposed by letting loose a whopping release of jizz which flew high over his new students? heads to smack into the wall on the other end of the classroom.

There, a large poster of naked, busty brunette with a cock shoved into her snug cunt and ?E=mc2? written in red over her stomach was pinned to the wall, and one could only hope that it hadn?t been in mint condition before Ian?s blast of cum covered the top half of it.

?I take it that you approve of my presence?? Miss Taylor teased Ian as she sauntered towards the teacher?s desk, seemingly oblivious of the tense excitement with which the girls in the class followed her movement.

?Class,? Ian tore his gaze from Miss Taylor and looked out over his class, realizing that he was instantly rewarded with smouldering looks from fourteen raunchy, scantily clad young minxes, ?I suggest that those of you who wish to have me fuck you with Miss Taylor watching,? Ian had to pause so that he could let out a hoarse grunt while another jet of cum was spewed out through his cumhole, this one arching its way through the air to land with a splat across one of the third-row benches, to the yelping excitement of the young slut sitting there, ?raise your hands into the air now please.?

Ian wasn?t surprised to see fourteen hands suddenly stretch their way into the air, although he found it impossible to keep from letting out a low chuckle when he looked behind him and found that even Amber was holding one arm up while still using the other the complete her messy fingerpainting on the black board.

?Alright class,? Ian addressed the horny girls, ?I?m going to let Miss Taylor pick four of you, and then I?ll choose which one of those four who gets to be the lucky one.?

?Miss Taylor,? Ian now turned towards Miss Taylor, who had placed one of her hands atop his cock so that she could fist it with well-trained vigour, ?would you mind aiming my next four cumshots??

Ian had closed his eyes even before Miss Taylor had managed to blurt out an ?Of course, Mr. White? and the delectable tit-queen had only a few seconds to aim his glans before a sticky serving of jizz was shot out of it, soon to be followed by a girlish yelp as it made its mark.

Enjoying the expert fisting which Miss Taylor was giving his cock, Ian shook as three more hefty releases of balljuice followed, each of them resulting in a delighted albeit surprised cry from one of Miss Taylor?s four picks.

When Ian eventually opened his eyes it was only to see that Miss Taylor had gotten down on her ass in front of him, with her back towards him, and that she was guiding his cock down into the snug confines of her top while her lips were beginning to be rubbed over his swollen nutsack.

This caused Ian to release yet another hefty pulsing of cum, which was smeared all over the inside of Miss Taylor?s top and across her bulging breasts.

The fabric of the tight garment moaned as it struggled to contain Ian?s cock, which was letting loose vast amounts of cum at only a few seconds interval while Miss Taylor worshiped his balls with wanton abandon.

Suddenly, Ian felt Miss Taylor remove her lips from his scrotum.

When her tongue instead began to flicker over his arsehole, which was enough to cause his cock to rip open the front of her top, the vast pillar of cockmeat suddenly being revealed along with the large, round orbs of succulent titflesh, and Ian began to suspect that it wasn?t only a matter of making his pick from Miss Taylor?s four candidates, but also of finding a way to make her let go off him.