It’s the head gym-slut

Recognizing the voice of the new arrival, Ian turned his head to look at her, raising his lips into a smile when he saw Laura standing there in the doorway.

Having had a wash at some point during the last hour, Laura was as ravishing as always, her wet blonde hair having formed into a neatly combed mass of golden strands which ran down onto her back, and she was dressed up in a pair of black platform-heel sandals, black leggings which ran from just above her ankles and up to just below her knees, with their stretchy material clinging to her calves, a black thong which was so miniscule that it was likely worn more for decoration than for cover, fingerless black gloves which reached up to her elbows, a black satin strap around her neck and a fantastically narrow piece of white top which stuck so tight to her tits that it served to press the pair of majestic boobs together.

Thinning out the nearer it got to her cleavage, where it was tied together in a neat bow, the stretch of white fabric was decorated with a lewd message, something which seemed to be quite common for both female teachers and their student counterparts at the school, with this message consisting of “Fuck” written across her right tit and “Me!” across her left. It was the sort of imperative which Ian was only too glad to follow. And as a finishing touch, Laura had a pair of shades hooked onto the spaghetti-strap of her skimpy thong.

“Hello Laura,” Ian greeted the blonde P.E teacher, once more being made to marvel at the size, shape and firmness of her epic chest, the two orbs of tanned flesh appearing to be perfect in every single way, and he felt as though he was becoming hypnotized by the way in which they rose and sank gently as she sauntered towards him.

“Ian,” Laura’s voice was drenched in arousal as she seductively sashayed her way towards him, “and I take it that these two cum-blasted sluts are my esteemed colleagues.”

Directing his gaze at Brooke and Kimberly, Ian realized that they had been so thoroughly showered with his jizz that it was nigh-on impossible to tell them apart, with the only way to distinguish them being through noticing the few strands of hair which poked through the veneer of balljuice with which their heads were now equipped, or the outline of Brooke’s drenched corset.

“The one on the right is Brooke,” Ian helpfully explained, “and the other is Kimberly.”

“That’s right,” Kimberly responded, before turning her head towards Brooke and adding a “isn’t it?” which served to indicate to Ian that she wasn’t exactly sure either.
Nodding her head in response to her dazed friend’s question, Brooke looked first at Ian and then at Laura.

“Come to steal Ian away before Miss Taylor shows up, have you?” She then asked Laura, speaking in a highly suggestive tone.

“No, actually,” Laura responded, “there has been a sudden and unforeseen occurrence which requires Miss Taylor’s attention, so she asked me if I wouldn’t mind showing Ian to his next class. And naturally, I felt that it was my duty to do my bit for the group.”

“You really are a paragon of altruism, aren’t you?” Kimberly sarcastically remarked.
“Actually, I’m more a paragon of cock-crazed sluttishness, I should imagine,” Miss Hart replied as she placed on hand on the tip of Ian’s member.

“Still,” Laura went on to say, cutting the conversation short, “we really have to get going.”

After a brief goodbye and calls for him to come see them soon again from Kimberly and Brooke, Laura and Ian made their way out of the room and back into the classroom again, with Laura softly pumping her hand back and forth over his cock as they went.

There, they found themselves faced with a new class of students, all of which were soon awestruck by the sight of Ian being led by the cock by Miss Hart, who really basked in the glory of knowing that every girl there would have sacrificed pretty much everything for a chance to trade places with her.

Smiling to himself at how the dozens of busty young minxes were gawking at him, Ian wondered what they would look like once they caught a glance of the state that he had left Kimberly and Brooke in.

Stepping out of their way, the class allowed Laura and Ian to make their way through the classroom and out into the corridor, which turned out to be abandoned once again, signalling that they were running somewhat late.

“I really must say that it’s quite convenient to have you walk around naked, it means that we don’t have to waste any time collecting your clothes,” Laura observed, and gave Ian’s cock another appreciative jerk.

“I’m glad you feel that way,” Ian responded, swallowing more saliva at how skilfully Laura was fisting his turgid member.

“Oh fuck,” Laura suddenly groaned, “I can’t believe that you’re still hard after pumping out all that cum…”

Biting her lip, Laura seemingly decided on a course of action and let go off Ian’s cock before hurrying to move herself forwards until she was a few steps ahead of him, where she suddenly stopped.

“Ian,” Miss Hart began to ask as she leaned forwards slightly and brought her hands down onto the sides of her ass, throwing him an adoring look past her right shoulder, “does this thong make my ass look big?”

As if that wasn’t enough to make Ian groan, Laura went on to lean further forwards and employ her right hand to lift the back of her thong aside, still looking at him intently as she revealed her asshole to him.