Miss Fox

Trying hard to ignore the sounds of Mr. White’s rough groans and the much clearer shrieks emanating from Nurse Pennyweather while he worked to get his clothes back on, Robert found it hard to manage to get his erect cock stay inside his trousers, repeating the same process of tucking it in and watching it come jutting out into the open again before he’d get the top-button done over a dozen times before finally sticking it down his right trouser leg and using his right hand to try and keep it there while his left one worked hard to get his trousers closed, the young man already having decided that his boxers would have to be left behind, as there was no way that he could wear them without experiencing some rather excruciating pain.

Making sure that the buttons of his shirt were correctly aligned to the holes through which they were mean to go and correcting the lapels of his jacket before back out the door, Robert found himself having to wonder for the first time in his life if cum-stains were washable as he took in the many thick ropes of it currently hanging down from the ceiling, though he lost whatever involuntary interest in the subject that he might have had when he caught view of Ian and Laura.

As they were positioned at the moment, the only way in which an uninformed observer could possibly have understood that Mr. White was endowed with a cock of elephantine proportions was by taking a look at how Miss Hart’s throat had been expanded to a thickness which was completely out of touch with the rest of her lithe, agile frame as a result of the slobbering cum-tube’s substantial circumference which he had currently rammed down her gullet, while her ravishingly beautiful face was obscured by his crotch, balls and thighs, its stunning features being revealed again a few seconds after Robert had appeared back into the room when she pulled back about four inches, spent a few moments having what was for her a modest twelve inches of prime-grade fuckmeat stuffed into her mouth and then had Ian’s firm grip guide her back forwards.

“Oh no Robert, you’re not going out that way,” Ian informed the confused teen as he headed for the door through which he had entered earlier and Sanddy had exited just a short while earlier, “Claudine would quite literally tear your clothes off if you did.”

“Right,” Robert was still not entirely used to receiving advice from people who were receiving a messy blowjob from a huge-titted superslut at the same time.

“Head back,” Ian stopped to let out a dark groan, “the way you came,” another groan followed as Laura pulled back far enough that she could play with his balls at her discretion, running her fingers over his balls and letting out an appreciative but fundamentally gagged moan at how the massiveness of two orbs stressed their delicate slenderness, “there’s another door,” Ian was temporarily distracted by the cross-eyed look that Laura was offering him as warm air flowed out through her nose to wash over the last few inches of his cock, “go through it.”

“Thanks,” Robert said, but Ian wasn’t listening anymore. Instead, he was extracting his cock from Laura’s hungry maw one spit-coated inch at a time, the speed with which he was inching his way backwards no doubt being motivated by the irrefutable need to blow his load all over the jizz-loving slut.

“Bye Robert!” Laura offered a cheerful goodbye to Robert’s back just before he disappeared from view, the foxy blonde directing a “Fucking drench me stud…” at Ian immediately after that. A loud “SPLAT!” and an excited female shriek was what Robert heard behind him as he cut through the room on his path to the other door, which he then opened and stepped into a corridor that seemed awfully familiar to him.

As the corridor was empty and Robert had been given no directions other than to meet the mysterious Miss Fox there, he settled for pacing back and forth outside of the shut door, doing his best not to focus either on Sanddy or on the sounds coming from beyond the closed door, lamenting both that she was no longer with him and that Nurse Pennyweather’s office obviously wasn’t soundproofed.

“Mr Cummings?” A female voice, enticing to its very core, suddenly called out from behind him, and Robert spun round at the calling of his name, feeling for a moment as though his trouser leg would be ripped apart when he found himself facing the caller.

“Yes…” Robert answered after a few seconds of stumped, awkward silence, the confidence that he gained earlier during his trysts with Miss Hart, Nurse Pennyweather and Sanddy melting away in the face of a ludicrously attractive woman with a pair of long, tanned legs, a pair of toned, tanned arms and a pair of huge, tanned tits, all of which were visible thanks to the minute size of the purple latex dress that she had on.

“I’m Miss Fox,” the brunette, her hair was jet-black, introduced herself with a pearly smile, presenting her right hand for him to shake, “a pleasure.”

“Robert Cummings,” Robert was quickly regaining his composure as he pushed forth his hand, although he was quite surprised when Miss Fox chose not to insist that he pulled open his trousers to let her shake it instead of his hand or any other demand of a similar nature, but instead simply intensified the suggestive nature of her smile as she tightened her grip of his hand somewhat.

“Isn’t it a pleasure?” Miss Fox asked him as he lost eye-contact with her and instead looked down to admire how the neckline of her dress was low enough and the whole thing was tight enough for her bulging tits to be pressed together and upwards, conveying to him the imminent chance of them coming bursting out into the open at the merest pull of the hemline.

“Well, yes,” Robert admitted as Miss Fox let go of his hand.

“Good,” Miss Fox rewarded him with a quick glance of the tip of her pink tongue as it appeared between her plump, lush lips, “I’m here to assess your academic potential. Has anyone told you about what we’re to do?”

“No,” Robert replied as he watched Miss Fox catch a wayward tress of her shimmering black hair and pull it behind her ear, apparently not finding it worth the bother to try and fit it back into the ponytail that stood out like a plume from the back of her head, “they were busy.”

“Yes,” Miss Fox said as she glanced at the door, broke out into another radiant smile and finally let out a giggle at the sound of Laura’s loud response to whatever Ian was doing to her at that precise moment, “I can certainly hear that.”

“Anyway, I’m to take you,” Miss Fox stopped for a few seconds, “upstairs and pump you for information about your previous schoolwork.”

“Uh-huh,” Robert nodded.

“I’m afraid that you might find it a bit dry after what you’ve been through this far today, but unfortunately it’s a vital part of our evaluation of you.”

“Right,” Robert’s gaze drifted down to the studded black collar around Miss Fox’s slender neck.

“So,” Miss Fox adjusted one of her elbow-long black latex gloves, stretching out the pliable material before smacking it down against her skin, “should we get going?”

“Yes,” Robert hadn’t failed to notice that Miss Fox’s dress wasn’t just tight, it was also equipped with a slit at the front that was about two or three inches wide and covered by an intricate network of black laces that crisscrossed down the slit as it ran from the top of the dress down to just below her bellybutton, leaving him with a fairly excellent view of the central portion of her protruding tits and the discreet but defined muscles of her midriff. As Miss Fox turned round to lead the way, it became obvious to Robert that a similar systems of laces adorned the back of her dress as well, only this time the wide slit ran from the neckline to the hemline, which in turn meant that he was free to ogle the narrow crack between her full, juicy buttocks.

“Good,” Miss Fox didn’t bother looking past her shoulder to see if Robert was following after her.

Having grown accustomed to the sort of aggressively slutty women that seemed to him to make up the school’s female population, even Sanddy had appeared to derive a certain amount of joy from her wilfully libidinous behaviour, Robert was at a loss as to what to make of Miss Fox’s attitude towards him.

While she certainly must have noticed the bulging shape of his cock against his trousers, the only way in which she could have missed was if she was blind and remarkably good at hiding it, the delectable woman gave the appearance of being a breed apart from her female colleagues by not only desisting from jumping Robert or demand that he opened his trousers to show her what he was hiding, however poorly, in there, but by actually going so far as to completely ignore it and offering no comments on the obvious and frankly unashamed way in which he was keeping his gaze fixed on her semi-exposed posterior as she walked a few paces ahead of him.

Robert fell back a few paces more when the two of them reached a staircase, and he was certain that Miss Fox wasn’t wearing any underwear by the time that they reached the top.

“Please, Robert, take a seat,” Miss Fox turned around and fixed her baby blue eyes on him as she motioned for him to sit down on one side of the wide table that dominated the room which they had entered.

“Alright,” Robert’s cockhead was outlined just above his knee as his trousers were strained by the slow manner in which he bent his right leg and eased himself down onto the chair, the young man considering the whole thing to be slightly absurd.

“Now, Robert,” Miss Fox had seated herself on the opposite side of the table after having adjusted her dress a little, her arms folded in front of her so that her massive knockers were pushed out even further in front of her, and Robert thought that he heard the sound of her legs parting as she wiggled her ass against the seat, “I’m with the school’s history department, and I’ve managed to attain a few of your essays.”

“You have?” Robert cut in.

“Please Robert, it’s not polite to interrupt,” Miss Fox toyed with him, “but yes, I have, your Mr Clarke was most accommodating to my every needs.”

“Uh, I think he’s married…” Robert had no idea as to why he felt the need to point that out about his history teacher.

“Is he?” Miss Fox raised an eyebrow and adopted a very ironic grin, “He failed to mention that when I paid him a visit.”
“You’ve seen him?”

“In the flesh, so to speak,” Miss Fox didn’t bat an eyelid as she kept her eyes on Robert, “He spoke highly of you, and seemed like a very nice man, great taste.”

“In what?” Robert’ question was met by a less ironic and more salacious smile.

“Well Robert, I must say that it’s unusual to read such a high-quality essay from someone so young, it’s really rather remarkable,” Miss Fox left his question unanswered.

“Thanks,” Robert decided not to press the issue.

“Yes, though I must say that it’s quite unusual that a young man is so interested in Action Française and 1930’s France in general, is there any reason as to why that is that you are?”

“I, uh, read a lot of Camus and wanted to find out why he had to leave Algeria like that,” Robert revealed yet again that he was had had the full experience of an intellectualized middle-class adolescence.

“I see,” Miss Fox tapped one finger against the table, “Well, it’s certainly unusual for a man your age to even know that France and Spain invaded Morocco in the 1920’s, let alone being able to write so eloquently.”

“Thanks…” The surreal character of him sitting there receiving such a type of praise from a woman dressed like that wasn’t lost on Robert.

“Honestly, I’m a bit annoyed at having to do this part of your induction,” Miss Fox revealed as she fidgeted with one of her gloves, “because there’s very little that I can say about it except that you need to work on some small details, the use of notes primarily, and that it’s actually quite marvellous on the whole, easily on a higher academic level than this.”

“Uh… thanks.”

“And it certainly sounded like Miss Hart and Nurse Pennyweather got the fun bit of your evaluation while I’m left to sit here and try to think of ways in which we might speed up the passage of time.”

“Yeah,” Robert shifted his right leg at what Miss Fox seemed to be implying.

“And it’s hardly like I didn’t notice the bulge in your trousers,” Miss Fox added, “which is one of the reasons why I’m squirming like this as I try not to think about just how big your cock might be.”

This sudden frankness from Miss Fox brought about a wet sensation around Robert’s right knee, the sound of cloth tearing, and Miss Fox’s surprised squeal being drowned out by the loud wet splat of a substantial amount of fluid smacking into her crotch.

“Robert?” Miss Fox said as Robert was left with a hole in his trousers on the right knee that was large enough that he could pass his fist or a similarly sized part of his body through it.

“Yes?”

“Could you stand up please?” Miss Fox’s question came as her right hand disappeared in under the table.