Titfucking

The students had stopped their mutual masturbation and finger fucking at the finish of Ian?s exertions and when Ian glanced up at his class he saw a sea of astonished faces, their jaws hanging open, making their mouths perfect circles of amazement and their eyes bursting from their sockets. Not of them moved, each of the girls perfectly transfixed by what had just taken place at the front of the gym. Somewhere towards the back of the room, a dildo clattered to the floor, dropped in pure shock.

Ian had let go of his cock and the enormous organ was hanging between his legs and swinging to and fro like the pendulum of a grandfather clock, a long rope of sticky cream dangling from its tip which was connected to Miss Hart?s mountainous tits jutting up beneath. This was in fact more glutinous cum seeping out from his cockend as he stood, panting, hands on hips over the impossibly busty gym teacher.

Miss Hart made a noise like a purring sound but which was actually more of a wet, bubbly burbling that rose into a heartfelt, recognisably husky, sticky fit of giggles. Slowly, she raised her upper torso until she was kneeling in front of Ian. She looked like a giant hand had grasped her firmly by the waist and dunked her head-first into a massive bowl of cream. She then summoned a wad together in her mouth and spat a frothy bullet pf cum back at Ian?s cock, trying to hit the meaty organ as it swang.

?That?s really quite a load, Mr White,? said Miss Hart, weighing her massive knockers in her hands and sliding the saturated material over the slick globes of the enormous fun-bags, ?I?ve not been so messy since I gave the boy?s football team a treat for winning the cup. Now, how about that titfuck??

With that, Miss Hart commenced the sticky task of taking off her minuscule t-shirt. A difficult task ordinarily; an even harder task when Ian?s thick goo seemed to have cemented the garment to her body. The word ?slut? had by now been completely obliterated by cum, and Laura, grasping the underside of the fabric and stretching it out, slowly lifted it from over her boobs and up over her head. There was a wet, sticky sound as the material which had been pasted to her body was sundered from her immense knockers, and a sucking sound as Miss Hart lifted it clear over her head and tossed it in a sticky heap to her floor.

Underneath, Miss Hart had revealed her massive boobs. The first thing to note was that they stayed in exactly the same position as they had done when she had been wearing the t-shirt, two monstrous, spherical orbs sitting proudly on her torso. The second was that the huge megaboobs were lightly glazed, though not saturated in cum, the t-shirt having collected the worst of Ian?s huge cumshot; this gave them a glinting, wet appearance, as though they had been smeared in oil which hadn?t yet been properly absorbed by her skin.

Her face, in contrast, was still a mask of cum, with two blinking eyes under the even coagulation of jizz all that could be seen.

Wasting no time, Ian hefted his cock in his right hand and swinging its huge girth upwards, planted the meaty fuckstick directly between Laura?s tits with a wet smack. Miss Hart leaned backwards to accommodate him, arching her back and pushing her breastbone out so that Ian?s steel-hard rod jutted in a straight line from lying inbetween the valley of her cleavage and so that the massive bell end was planted firmly against her lips, precum already drooling form the angry head as if knocking for admittance to the greedy slut?s mouth.

To aid his thrusts, Ian took the outer swell of each of her jugs in his hands and squeezed them together, making an even tighter passage to thrust his dick through. The firmness and solidity along with the faint pliability of the busty globes at his touch was incredibly satisfying, and although Laura had her mouth held wide open to try and catch his heavy cockend each time it pistoned into her mouth, Ian?s thrusts became wild and savage, and he found that he was actually battering her in the face with the meaty slab of his jizz-drooling cockend more than she was succeeding in capturing it with her lips and licking tongue. All the while Ian ploughed the huge pillar of meat between the busty slut?s massive globes he heart his ballsack beat against the taut muscles of her tattooed belly beneath him, almost as if he were hammering out some primal rhythm.

At one point Ian lifted his cock from between Laura?s tits and simply fed it horizontally into her mouth, impaling her face on his shaft, the class watching as a curtain of saliva and spent cum was suspended across the whole underside of the thick cum-tube as it entered their teacher?s sloppy mouth. They saw the front part of her neck expand as the pink column made it past the back of her throat and plunged down her oesophagus. Ian, though impressed with Miss Hart?s capabilities, was not too far lost in the haze of lust to realise that his class had been inching forwards on her knees, crawling towards him, and that he was beginning to get surrounded by the twenty-five odd girls, each of whom was staring up at him with gooey eyes and pleading for his cum.