And the winner is…

A flutter of spastic motion spread across Laura’s radiant face as the corners of her mouth were raised even further while she struggled to open her eyes, her right eyelid being to first to pop open so that she could offer Ian a breathtakingly sexy stare which remained one-eyed for the brief few seconds which went by before she finally managed to pry open her left eye as well.

Looking at her as she smiled at him, Ian felt almost ashamed that he would abandon her in favour of one of the fantabulous vixens which made up the female portion of the class.

“Ian, I want you to know that I’m going to sit here, licking your cum from my fingers and playing with my sweet, tight cunt while watching you use that massive fucking cock of yours to pound one of these pretty sluts until she won’t know how to count on her fingers,” Laura suddenly announced, having read Ian’s expression perfectly.

“Right,” Ian gulped as he felt relief over having Laura’s permission as he watched her run her fingers through her cum-soaked hair.

Sonya stood and watched how Ian and Laura were looking at each other all throughout their conversation, rubbing the thick strands of Ian’s cum between her slender digits as she felt quite keen to see what her two teachers would do next.

“Have you picked your winner yet?” Laura asked, rubbing her right foot against Ian’s thigh, a short giggle coming from her when Ian shook his head in response to her question.

“Well, let me know when you have…” Laura continued, and then produced barely a noise as she slid down onto her knees in front of Ian, her lips opening as she sat only a few inches away from Ian’s meaty cockhead.

A breathless “Oh fuck…” came from Laura as she wrapped her right hand around Ian’s thick fuckpole, her eyes half-opened as she synchronized her jerking of the heavy pole of cockmeat with how the fingers of her other hand teased her soaked slit.

Ian had a hard time deciding which photo he liked best, and his attempt to reach a conclusion wasn’t made any less arduous when Laura went on to shut herself up by filling her mouth up with the sleek, fist-sized crown of his cock, her fingers rubbing over one of the fat veins which covered the turgid slab of meat as she slid her tongue over its business-end.

Sonya felt it necessary to let out a discrete “Uh… Sir?” when two minutes had went by without Ian having said anything intelligible, instead opting to release a long stream of groans and moans in response to how Laura was bobbing her head up and down on his cock, the buxom P.E. teacher taking more of his cock into her mouth each time that she pulled her head forwards, apparently having decided that she would best help Ian pick a winner by plugging her throat with his monstercock.

“Yeah…” Ian sounded like a man who had been roused back to consciousness just as he was about to nod off, and suddenly looked up straight at Sonya, the sight of her scantily clad body resulting in a thick stream of precum flooding out of his pisshole and down into Laura’s belly.

“You’re supposed to be teaching us, remember?” Sonya teased Ian, one of her hands stroking the outside of her thigh as she admired the way in which the girth of Ian’s member had caused Miss Hart’s throat to bulge outwards.

“Uh-huh…” Ian mumbled as he looked at the pictures which were spread out on the desk in front of him, the feel of Laura’s tits brushing against his legs being complemented by that of her left hand coming up to fondle his testes, her honey being smeared onto the increasingly smooth skin of his ballsack, thick dollops of the gelatinous fluid being caught up on the curly strands of pubes which covered his bloated ballsack.

“I mean, you’ve demonstrated that Miss Hart is a horny slut who loves huge cocks and having an audience,” Sonya went on, feeling quite mischievous, “but we all knew that already.”

“And while your cock is pretty fucking fantastic,” Sonya added, Ian not being quite up to really partake in the conversation in his current state, “I think that you should either let us girls capture it on film or bring it up during Biology.”

“You made your choice yet?” Ian finally managed to squeeze out, sounding a bit odd thanks to his clinched jaw.

“Oh yes,” Sonya replied, with a naughty smile, “I’ve found the picture that really makes my tasty slit tingle.”

“Right,” Ian’s larynx hurled itself upwards before sinking down into its original position as several ropes of Laura’s spit trickled their way down his prick.

Remembering again that he was choosing between the photographers and not the models, Ian quickly chose his favourite and wondered how in the world he was going to make Laura release his cock from her mouth.