Ian White, super-stud

A few seconds followed during which Mrs. Grayson kept her steely gaze fixed on Ian and no one said anything, resulting in a certain degree of tension filling the room, only to be broken by Mrs. Grayson’s forming of her mouth into a lewd smile before the awe-inspiring brunette let out a chuckle that led her sperm-doused breasts to jiggle freely in front of her.

“I like this one, Miss Taylor!” Mrs. Grayson announced after her chuckle had died down, the married teacher again seeming to have no problem in shifting between her strict demeanour and a much more fun-loving one.

“Though, Mr. Fuller…” Case in point, Mrs. Grayson’s voice resumed its sharp quality as she turned her attention to the one student among them, “You will not mention this to anyone, is that understood?”

With a certain distant and dreamy gleam in his eyes, Mr. Fuller nodded his head as he stood with Miss Campbell between him and the wall facing the corridor, the libidinous English teacher having a indescribable smile plastered onto her cum-drenched lips as she had his cock propped up against her bulging chest so that its head rested between her two sizeable mounds while her hands worked his bulky nuts.

“Good choice…” Mrs. Grayson purred as she observed how Miss Campbell bent her head to offer Fuller’s cockend a long, loving lick with her pink tongue, using it with so much so vigour that she sent ropes of saliva flying down to spatter against his hard, muscular belly, quickly looking over at where Miss Taylor had busied herself with stroking Ian before allowing a sultry “Miss Campbell?” to slip out of her mouth.

“Yes?” Miss Campbell’s answer came between the long lashes of her tongue across Mr. Fuller’s meaty cockhead.

“Feel free to reward Mr. Fuller for his sense of discretion, would you?” Now, the sternness and the playfulness that Mrs. Grayson had been shifting back and forth between ever since Ian had first met her seemed to merge into one as she placed one long leg over the other and leaned back a little further across the desk.

“Alright stud,” Miss Campbell had waisted no time in releasing Mr. Fuller’s cock from its position of being lodged in between her full breasts, and was now looking at him past her shoulder as she leaned in against the wall in a manner which really put her juicy, heart-shaped ass right in the spotlight, “it’s your choice if you want to pummel my pussy or plough my ass.”

“But…” Miss Campbell giggled as Mr. Fuller’s latest burst of precum smacked against her buttocks, “if you pick my ass, then I’ll suck your cock afterwards…”

“Mr. White…” The sound of Mrs. Grayson saying his name cut in just as Ian was watching Miss Campbell get ready to accept Mr. Fuller’s cock into her anus, his own cock now being kept in an almost completely upright position thanks to Miss Taylor, who had the purple tip of his fucktool lodged inside her mouth, a thin line of her spit streaming its way the underside of his thick member as her fingers toyed with his heavy balls.

“Yes?” Ian was becoming quite accustomed to having to carry out a conversation while some impossibly attractive vixen was busy worshipping his monstercock, though anything longer than a few words still posed a significant challenge.

“If you are going to ignore your responsibilities as a teacher by sticking around here,” Mrs. Grayson made no effort to make it clear whether she was joking or if she was being completely serious, “then perhaps you could come over here and plug one of my tight holes with your big cock?”

The next thing that Ian experienced was the sound of a wet pop and the rush of air against his cockend, and he glanced down at Miss Taylor to find that she was keeping her lips directly in front of his dick as she looked back up at him, having waited for their gazes to meet so that she could offer him an adoring look that remained after he’d hosed her face with torrential outpouring of precum.

“Go ahead, Ian,” Miss Taylor began, having long since dropped the formality of referring to him by his last name, “I want to see you use this pussy pleaser to make Mrs. Grayson cross her eyes and squirt…”

“Alright, Miss Taylor…”

“Gina.” Miss Taylor immediately cut in to correct Ian, kissing his cockhead and appearing as though it took all the self-control that she could muster to keep from swallowing every last one of his fourteen inches of prime-grade cockmeat.

“Alright, Gina,” Ian replied as it dawned on him that she’d been telling the truth when she had said that he could have been fucking her all morning if he’d only let her see his cock as soon as they’d met, a realization that resulted in her face being further decorated with translucent precum.

Saying nothing more, Mrs. Grayson spread her legs as Ian came strolling towards the desk with a degree of confidence which was completely out of key with the hapless young substitute teacher that had spent a good solid chunk of the morning being speechless time and time again by one outrageously attractive, sluttishly underclad vixen after another, while Miss Campbell’s aroused cries at having her ass skewered by Mr. Fuller’s full foot of rock-hard cockmeat filled the classroom.

Watching the cum-painted Mrs. Grayson lay upon the desk with her legs spread as she awaited his imminent arrival, Ian was surprised when the supremely enticing brunette moved her right hand down between her legs and placed it against her pussy, thereby hiding her pink, glistening honeypot from his view.

His sense of surprise soon turned into something else however when Mrs. Grayson began to slowly pull her hand up towards her stomach, allowing it to mimic the curtains rising from a stage as her fingers slipped away to reveal more and more of the folds and the tight furrow of her sex, a low moan emanating from her mouth as a signal that she was very much enjoying this small act of exhibitionism.

“Yes, Ian,” There was something so curiously arousing about how Mrs. Grayson had managed to fill the brief pause before her saying of his given name for the first time ever with such a copious amount of sexual tension that she would to go an even longer while without continuing with what she had planned to say as she instead let out a long, quivering groan at having her pussy bombarded with several large bursts of precum delivered at point blank range by Ian, who would eventually have reason to produce one more jet of the clear, sticky fluid when he suddenly found himself on the receiving end of a volatile gush of girlcum that peppered him from his knees up to the lower edge of his chest.

“Like I was saying,” Mrs. Grayson had propped herself up on her right elbow and was using her left hand to wipe away a few wayward tresses of her hair that had come down to be draped across her face after her brief but powerful climax had run its course, “pussy pleaser is a very apt description of what you’ve got between your legs.”

“I prefer ‘monstercock’ myself,” Ian shot back with a thin smile.

“Well, if that’s the case,” Mrs. Grayson allowed her lust to be fully conveyed by her tone of voice, “won’t you please stick that monstercock of yours in my tight, drenched pussy and find out if you can’t make me cum before you’ve managed to get even half of it inside me?”

“That’s it…” Mrs. Grayson gasped upon Ian placing his bell end up against her puffy labia, the cock-crazed, jizz-glazed brunette transforming her gasp into a throaty groan as Ian pushed the tip of his cock into her pussy, at which point he stopped to give her a chance to realize just how big he was before pressing on, driving Mrs. Grayson to start screaming uncontrollably by feeding his gargantuan fuckmast deeper into the snug, convulsing confines of her sex.

Miss Taylor had just managed to step up next to Ian when Mrs. Grayson achieved another orgasm, prompting him to close his eyes just before a dash of her orgasmic juices hit his face, at which point he bared his clenched teeth and grabbed hold of the front of her thighs before pushing himself even deeper into her drenched twat in an act that led the spray of girlcum from her pussy to intensify so that the thick globules and ropes of the viscid substance was shooting out all around his throbbing pillar of vein-corded fuckmeat.

“I’d say six, maybe seven inches,” Miss Taylor declared her estimate of how much of Ian’s cock had been inserted into Mrs. Grayson’s sex before she’d descended into the throes of an series of full-blown orgasms that was still ongoing.

“Gina, baby…” Mrs. Grayson was certainly not sounding particularly formal by the time that her orgasms had faded away and Ian had managed to not only cram his whole cock inside her but even to go on to thrust it in and out of her a few times, pushing his ass back so far each time that the bulky crown of his member seemed in danger of coming slipping out of her pulsing honeypot before he’d ram the whole thing back inside her with such **** that his heavy, dangling ballsack left a red mark on her asscheeks.

“Yes, Mrs. Grayson?” Gina asked, giggling as she planted a soft kiss on one of Ian’s shoulders.

“You know what I want…”

“Oh, do I?” Gina continued to tease Mrs. Grayson as she positioned herself so that she could slip her right hand in underneath Ian’s cock, which he was thrusting in and out of her sex in a less savage tempo as he tried to figure out just what Gina was up to.

“Yes,” Gina purred after Mrs. Grayson had projected some more of her girlcum onto Ian’s stomach, “you like it when I stick a finger up your ass, don’t you?”

Mrs. Grayson gave her answer in the form of a feverish groan as she laid splayed out across the desk in front of Ian and Gina, her whole body trembling in a manner which made her huge boobs dance about on top of her chest.

“Now, let’s see…” Gina mumbled out just before Mrs. Grayson climaxed again, a bawdy grin being what her pouty lips had turned to as Ian was further showered with girlcum, “Yes, she definitely likes it when I add a second finger.”

“Just so you know,” Gina was speaking to Ian as she pumped the two fingers in and out of Mrs. Grayson anal passage, “Mr. Grayson is a member of our faculty, and he’s a friendly, calm, unassuming gentleman who speaks with a soft voice and who isn’t exactly what you would call towering in his physical appearance. But, he has a cock that’s almost as big as yours, and he knows exactly how to treat his wife…”

“You see,” Gina was now looking at Mrs. Grayson but still addressing Ian, “You might not know it by looking at her, but Mrs. Grayson likes nothing more than to have someone come along and make her his horny, obedient cumslut and use his big monstercock to utterly dominate her. So that’s what I’m expecting you to do.”

“First, however,” Gina’s right hand was suddenly placed on one of Ian’s balls, and he let out an animalistic snarl upon feeling her start to guide it forwards, “I want you to do this…”

Ian’s eyes went wide and his mouth was suddenly wide-open as he felt the one of his wildly beating testes that Gina had assumed control of be placed against Mrs. Grayson’s sphincter, and he sent what seemed to her like a gallon of jizz deep into her when his ball slipped through her cinnamon ring to enter her rectum, the other one of his nuts pounding one of her firm asscheeks as he started to fill her up with his latest load.