It's all about the antici....

Gears whirled and clicked in James' brain, working as fast as it could given the decreasing amount of blood it had to work with.

“You...” he said slowly to Laura, who's cum-smeared face tilted questioninly

“Yes.”

“You brought me....?”

“Go on...” she said encouragingly, with both a tone and look that had previously emptied the churning sacks of an entire Yr12 class simultaneously

“This is part of the assessment?” he asked

“Mhm”

“That you said you were going to make sure I failed...?”

“Yes” Laura replied, her lip curled up into a smile so wicked it should have been on the face of the grinch. She dipped a finger delicately into a blob of spunk that was clinging onto the slope of her left tit and scooped it up, bringing the gooey digit to her glossy lips sucking it clean. Her eyes never left James even for a moment, and the sheer relish on her face at what she was doing had his dick throbbing against the table.

The words “they will do anything for me” filtered through his thoughts again as they stared at eachother, and a little knot of panic began to form in James's stomach.

He quickly realised that in his excitement and eagerness to have some “private” time with Laura –after all, well, what red-blooded, huge-cock'd guy wouldn't want and alone time with a massive-boobed blonde sex-addict like her? - he had missed one vital thing.

She wasn't alone with him. He, infact, was alone with her.

In theory, the evening was the stuff porn plots were made of; A flimsy excuse to be with the hot babe. Fucking her over and over with a giant dick to the sounds of her constant orgasms, fulfilling her ceaseless platitudes for load after massive load of hot, fresh spunk until she passed out. Male power fantasy complete, end scene and fade to black.

But in reality it was slightly terrifying. Male power fantasies had the male in charge, and right no he would have been more in charge if he were sat in the pilot's seat of a 747.

Her grin widened as she watched his discomfort, the very breath in her lungs causing her massive cum-soaked tits to jiggle and tremble invitingly.

The word “Apex” bubbled up from his subconscious as he looked at Laura's perfect teeth, and he realised it was entirely appropriate; her whole demeanour was that of a lioness, with the confidence and relaxed poise coming from the knowledge that everything around them was happening because, at that particular instant, she wanted it to be so. The confidence he had built up from the past week evaporated like a snowball infront of a blowtorch as she looked at him. He wasn't just massively out of his league, he'd never really been playing the game.

James' heart began to pound in his chest as something else just as terrifying dawned on him; he'd never actually one-on-one with her before. The first time they'd met he was with Rachael, where with everything else going on, Laura's lust was just as much aimed at her student as it was at him. Around the school there were always a plethora of other students or teachers around to distract her, and somehow Ian was never more than 20 yards away to act as the control rod (ha!) that kept Laura's fission-like desired contained.

He briefly recalled a tale from Charles of a class where Laura had once gotten so worked up and into her sexual fervour that she'd made a half-dozen of the most hung boys pass out of exhaustion. In the end it had taken both the professor himself and a passing Ian to snap her out of it, and even then that was mostly by accident. In her frenzied fucklust, she'd begged the professor to hit her in the face with his brawny cuntbreaker while Ian ravaged her ass; when he didn't do it to her satisfaction, she grabbed it and clubbed herself so hard in the face that the recoil made her hit her head on a desk, making her simultaneously black out and squirt so furiously they had to replace a punctured floorboard.

She sported the contusion like a badge of honour around the school for a week, before a “consultation” with Nurse Pennyweather (that consisted of a series of gutwrenching orgasms via a massive strap-on) made her agree to cover it up with foundation (by way of a promise of more gutwrenching orgasms via said massive strap-on ), as there had been an surge in female students visiting her office after trying to replicate the result...

“Something wrong?” Laura's voice cut through his thoughts, bringing him back to the hear and now.

“No! I...” he sputtered, grunting a little as his cock oozed out more precum over the underside of the table.

“You look like there's something on your mind?” she enquired

Laura, for her part, was having a very enjoyable time watching James squirm. She'd long ago learned that breaking in new studs for the school was exactly like breaking in horses, and every one was different. Ian was pure, raw talent; the trail of devastation he had left behind on his first day testament to his capabilities, and the reason she had chosen him as her prime ass-pounding stud.

Robert was more of a skittish foal; promising, but needed a sacchaine-sweet bombshell like Sanddy to coax out his potential.

James was somewhere in the middle; a talent yes, but also fragile and so needed some tempering; Titania would have shattered the poor sod if she had been the one to met him for lunch; he would have been on his way to hospital with a fractured pelvis and a major concussion instead of in the car with her and Rachael after their dinner, hence her hasty arrangement of the last minute swap.

The week in the school since then had built him up nicely and improved his skills, but to her this was the real assessment of James' abilities. That they were going to fuck was obvious; they were sat so close and he was so hard that she could practically pull his cock into her cunt from where she was. But there had to be more. Fucking for fucking's sake was delicious, but this time there had to be something at stake – an incentive to succeed, and punishment if he failed

“So where are you going to fuck me first?” she asked in a silken voice, leaning forward a little to show off even more of her still cum-coated cleavage. “I'll be very disappointed if you say something as mundane as upstairs or in the toilets. How about at the bar? Right here at the table? Ohh, how about in the middle of the party?”

At the mention of the party James' eyes flicked to the doors again, and Laura laughed inwardly as that part of her plan seemed to be working flawlessly. “Oooh yes, lets do it in there!” she suggested “Last time I was at a birthday party, my asshole was sticky with icing for hours!”

Laura's chair scraped as she pushed it backward and stood up, her cum-glistening, unreal proportions getting gasps from the next table. She was in full swing now, the fires of her horniness stoked by James' squirming and the lingering taste of cum on her lips from the earlier blowjob.

“Come along!” she said as she ignored the muttering, waiting for James to get up from his seat.

“I err...” he started to protest, but was practically yanked upright by Laura's unexpectedly strong PE teacher grip.

“NOW!”

The mutterings turned to awed gasps when his aching, pre-cum squirting member sprang up from below the table, bobbing and throbbing obscenely infront of him.

“Albert! Do something!” an imperious voice cried from nearby as he was practically frogmarched from their table.

As he looked back at it's source for a moment he saw an older woman with a shocked look on her face, protesting at what he assumed was her husband in the next seat.

“Go get 'er lad!” The old man chuckled, ignoring his wife's pleas as he tossed James a knowing wink, getting a slap on his arm for his efforts.

“Laura! We You can't just...” James protested again as he was pushed forward.

“What? It's a party! Lets party!” she answered, guiding toward the door to the function room. He could feel her juggs pressing into his back, the cum still on them soaking into his shirt as they jiggled against his spine with every step they took.

“Coming through!” Laura said as the door opened infront of them, revealing a startled looking Bekki again.

The waitress stopped dead in astonishment when she saw the pair, before starting to walk backward infront of them. “Nuh-uh! No way I'm missing this again!” she said, dropping the tray she was carrying down on a nearby table and returning her gaze to James' jutting mast as it threatened to poke her in the belly.

“Laura! So glad you made it!” a voice cried happily from the direction of one of the tables as the waitress reached ot to grab the bouncing fuckmeat, making all three of them turn. From the head table, the mother of the birthday girl swept toward them with a beaming grin on her face, arms held out for a greeting hug. Every step she took treated everyone in the room a sight of her basketball-beating tits bouncing atop her incredible hourglass shape.

“Claire!” Laura beamed, turning to the approaching redhead “I wouldn't miss this for the world...”