Miss Campbell’s compensation

“My apologies, Mrs. Grayson,” Ian blurted out, a little too quickly for his lips to keep up with the words as they flowed out of his mouth, which resulted in him slurring to the point of almost sounding quite drunk.

“I take it you didn’t mean it quite the way it sounded,” Mrs. Grayson proved herself more than capable of sounding the part of a horny seductress as she managed to make Ian freeze by simply looking at him, a fat jet of precum bursting out of his pisshole to fly between the two superlative vixens and splatter against the door to the corridor being his most tangible response to her offering him a most suggestive gaze.

“No,” Ian admitted, heartened by how she’d presented him with the opportunity to do so, and boundlessly relieved at her having dropped the sternness of her voice almost as quickly as she’d assumed it.

Amazed at how Mrs. Grayson had been able to get up on her feet and saunter towards him so soon after he had pummelled her ass not once but twice and had caused to trash about and scream at the top of her lungs time and time again as his steadfast pumping of his cock in and out of her lusciously tight anus had caused her to climax again and again until it had seemed that she would simply pass out long before he’d blown his second load deep into her bowels, Ian allowed his gaze to wander over towards Miss Campbell, who was standing there with an arresting gleam in almond-shaped eyes as the trickle of juices that had begun to pour down her thighs almost as soon as Ian turned his member to point towards her had at that point reached down far enough that it had begun to spill down over the sides of her knees.

Still having her see-through microskirt hanging from her waist to decorate a few inches of her crotch and thighs and to provide her with all the cover that she might want, Miss Campbell had neither done anything about the sizeable amount of cum that Ian had sprayed onto her face and chest before she’d left the classroom behind before the start of the lesson, and nor had she bothered with adjusting the way in which her flimsy blouse was dangling down along her sides as the knot remained undone, the cum-stained fabric framing in her two mountainous boobs as they swelled out in front of her in a captivating display of their awesome size and firmness, the copious swell of her two boobs being made all the more apparent by the flat, toned character of her midsection as it led down towards her frothing pussy, the vulva of which was peeking out from under the hemline of her tiny skirt.

“I’m terribly sorry that I kept Mr. White from you for so long, Miss Campbell,” To Ian’s mind, Mrs. Grayson really shouldn’t have been able to sound that cordial whilst covered in his cum, “but I would never have done if he would simply have told me that you were waiting for him.”

“You’re such a lying slut sometimes, Mrs. Grayson,” Miss Campbell turned to send Mrs. Grayson a shameless grin, “but I accept your apology.”

“Good,” Mrs. Grayson certainly did seem to mind Miss Campbell’s name-calling as she returned the younger woman’s obscene smile, “though I do think that he should compensate you for leaving you hanging like that.”

“Oh yes,” Miss Campbell agreed, the delicate bobbing of her head resulting in droplets of cum raining down all around her, “he should definitely be made to make it up to me.”

“Uh, ladies…” Ian stammered out, affected by the manner in which the two minxes would throw scorching hot glances at him even as they otherwise made quite a big show out of ignoring him.

“Mr. White,” Mrs. Grayson spoke while Miss Campbell produced an intoxicating giggle, “there are no ladies here, just the two most outrageous cumsluts that you’ve been lucky enough to meet.”

“Miss Campbell,” Mrs. Grayson turned her attention back towards her colleague, and the women seemed at the verge of engaging each other in a kiss during the tense, brief pause that followed before she continued with a mischievous “would you be so kind as to assume the position?”

“By all means,” Miss Campbell left Ian stumped through the quick peck that she planted on Mrs. Grayson’s plump lips, the busty blonde going so far as to stick out her pink tongue to run over the other woman’s lips before slipping away from both her and Ian and sauntering up to the cum-showered desk with her ass swaying behind her in a truly tantalizing fashion that seemed like something that she’d spent countless hours perfecting at the same time as it appeared to be the most natural thing in the world for her to do.

“Now, Mr. White,” There was something deeply erotic to Ian about the way in which Mrs. Grayson pronounced his name as she walked up to stand behind Miss Campbell, who had wasted no time in adopting a position of having her tits and elbows resting on the desk while her legs were spread behind her and her pussy and ass were propped up right on the edge of the desk, “how would you like to compensate Miss Campbell…”

“By fucking her tight, wet pussy…” Mrs. Grayson drew a horny moan from Miss Campbell through the way in which she ran one finger up between her vulva.

“Or by feeding the whole of your monstercock into her slutty ass?” Sliding her finger across the thin membrane that separated Miss Campbell’s slit from her asshole, Mrs. Grayson kept it pressed against the latter, using just enough **** to avoid having it slide through her sphincter to enter her anal passage.

“Ass,” Ian replied. With the tremendous size of his cock, Ian had thus far considered himself quite lucky whenever he’d come across a girl who would even attempt to have vaginal sex with him, so anal sex was now a novelty that he was very keen on becoming familiar with as quickly as possible.

“Yes, I was hoping you’d say that,” Mrs. Grayson smiled at Ian again as her hands suddenly clasped hold of Miss Campbell’s buttocks and spread them apart, with Ian watched in baffled silence as ropes of jizz dangled from off of the brunette’s face, tits and midriff as she leaned forwards and sent a large gob of spit flying down to smack against Miss Campbell’s widened asshole.

“Of course, I will have to get it ready for you,” Mrs. Grayson’s voice was steeped in arousal as she threw one last glance at Ian before dropping down on her haunches behind Miss Campbell, who released a throaty groan upon feeling the other aroused slut’s tongue come against her ringpiece.

A massive burst of precum soon smacked against the small of Mrs. Grayson’s back as his sudden inactivity allowed Ian to fully comprehend just what it was that he had gotten himself involved in, and the stud, though it’d be a long time yet before he’d be ready to think of himself as such, watched with a peculiar mix of impatience and arousal how the thick tendril of cum oozing out of Mrs. Grayson’s asshole grew longer and thicker as she continued to lick Miss Campbell’s ass, the brown-haired slut apparently being rather good at what she was doing, if the gasps and moans rising out from the back of her younger counterpart’s throat were anything to go by.

The sight of Ian’s monstercock drooling liberally as it protruded out towards her, followed by Mrs’ Grayson at first teasing her cinnamon ring whilst simultaneously bombarding her succulent asscheeks with a long line of playful slaps that showcased to Ian just how taut the two globes were and then going on to actually slip the tip of her tongue in through her loosening ringpiece was just what Miss Campbell had required, and the older woman who had so far been extremely diligent in her rimming of the younger, equally scandalous blonde colleague was quick in how she moved her tongue down to catch the girlcum almost as soon as it had begun to spray out of Miss Campbell’s bald slit.

“There,” Mrs. Grayson shot Ian a glance past her right shoulder a little while later, having gulped down a healthy amount of Miss Campbell’s juices and allowing more of it to spill out of her mouth to pulse down her chin and cascade down onto the top of her amble chest, where it mixed with the cum-glazing with which it had already been blessed, “I think I’ve managed to get her ready for you, Mr. White…”

Ian, who had until been busy projecting one massive blob of precum after another onto the blackboard, certainly didn’t need to be invited a second time before he was moving towards Miss Campbell, with Mrs. Grayson hurrying to get out of his way and keeping her gaze locked on his cock as it jutted about in front of him, the long rope of prejizz hanging from its bulbous crown now swaying left and right before finally snapping to fall down onto one of his feet.

“Yes,” Mrs. Grayson’s arms were positioned to make her bust appear even bigger than it really was as she sat on her haunches next to Ian as he lined his cockhead up against Miss Campbell’s spit-coated asshole and the fingers of her right hand were busy playing with her gushing slit while those of her left fondled the inside of her left thigh, “assfuck that little slut…”

As thrilling as it was to him, Mrs. Grayson’s encouragement was not really something that Ian needed, and she would have to speak a lot louder if she wanted to be heard over the feverish cry that blossomed out of Miss Campbell’s mouth when he began to feed his cock into her ass, a grunt coming from him as his cockend finally slid through her sphincter to enter her tightest hold, the big-dicked supply teacher neither knowing nor caring how the anus of the foxy blonde in front of him could be able to accommodate his massive member and still feel so tight around it, though the pressure which he had applied in his effort to **** his cockhead past her resisting ring of muscles meant that he had unwittingly went on to insert the first three inches of his fuckstick into her rectum in one go, a fact which made his eyes go wide and her cries to become more ecstatic as she resumed her messy discharge of girlcum.

“Good news, darling,” Mrs. Grayson spoke to Miss Campbell in the event that the cross-eyed cumslut would be able to perceive what she was saying, “he’s still got about ten inches to go…”

“Fuck!” It was unclear if Miss Campbell’s throaty outburst was meant as a response to Mrs. Grayson’s comment, but it was evocative enough to prompt Ian to step up the speed with which he was ramming his cock into her bung, and the blunt tip of it was soon widening her bowels as he speared it deeper and deeper into her, his hands holding onto her slim waist as his own buttocks were clinched and a long pearl of sweat ran down the left side of his face.

Just then, one of the male students stepped out of the dressing room, took notice of what was going on, though the recurring sounds of women screaming out in blissful ecstasy should have already equipped him with some inkling of what was going on, and pulled up a chair to take a seat and watch what was happening with a look upon his face as though he wouldn’t have minded having some popcorn to snack on and a soda to wash them down with as he followed the steady trembling of Miss Campbell’s spectacular figure as Ian fed one inch after another of his ginormous fuckpiece into her ass.