Miss Taylor, anal cowgirl

Ian gulped at the sudden change in Mrs. Grayson’s demeanour and was then in for another surprise as the sudden iciness of her expression vanished as quickly as it had appeared, to be replaced by a warm, almost playful smile that she followed up on by planting a soft kiss on Mr. Fuller’s forehead.

Standing by Miss Taylor’s, or Gina’s, side as she stood leaned against the door with Miss Campbell’s head still positioned between her full, muscular thighs, Ian silently bemoaned the tightness of the blonde vixen’s catsuit, as it was most definitely in the way for what he wanted to do next.

“Mmm,” Miss Taylor moaned dreamily as Ian’s hands came in and began to slide the front of her catsuit further apart, the steady movement of his wrists as he kept his fingers tight around the glossy black material meaning that more and more of the tanned skin of her shoulders was being laid bare, “we’re going to be late…”

As a result of him having leaned in to grab hold of the right half of her parted catsuit, Ian had unwittingly thrust his cock forwards so that it was now more or less resting on top of Miss Campbell’s head, though the buxom English teacher certainly didn’t allow that to keep her from continuing to suck the cum out of Miss Taylor’s pink pussy, and nor did she become distracted by it when her deft movement of her tongue triggered another monumental climax for Miss Taylor to enjoy, with the squatting blonde continuing to gulp down the juices that were flowing out of the other woman’s bald quim, though the flow was too rapid for her to really have a chance to savour the mixture of jizz and girlcum in her mouth before washing it down her throat, as even her steady consuming of it couldn’t stop a healthy amount of the gluey mix to come pouring out over her lips, either to run down her chin or to spill back onto Miss Taylor’s convulsing sex.

Miss Campbell would eventually get to feel her lips loose contact with Miss Taylor’s squirting, spasming slit and slide back to sit on her ass, cum still leaking out of her well-fucked anus and Ian’s cock no longer propped up across her head as she followed how Miss Taylor was now standing upright on unsteady legs, the super-stacked blonde head of supply still gasping and shivering as juices continued to trickle out of her pussy while she did her best to help Ian in his efforts to get her out of her tight-fitting catsuit, at which point Miss Campbell decided to help out by crawling back in front of Miss Taylor’s feet and using her nimble fingers to pull up the zippers located on the outside of each of Miss Taylor’s ankles, thereby making it easier for them to get her out of it and ensuring that that project wouldn’t have to involve her taking off her stripper heels, and got back to sitting on her ass.

With Mrs. Grayson slowly bringing Mr. Fuller back to the realm of the conscious, Miss Campbell proceeded to start idly diddling her foaming pussy as she followed how Ian and Gina worked together in a fairly clumsy effort to free her of her catsuit, their work being constantly interrupted by their recurring tendency to engage each other in messy, passionate kisses that led them to press their bodies so that her huge boobs were mashed against his chest and her naked arms were slung around his neck before they would eventually remember what they had originally been doing.

“Fuck,” Gina breathed out a short while later as she sat on her ass, working to push the catsuit off her legs as Ian stood in front of her, his cock pointing straight at her angelic face, “there’ll be a class somewhere wondering where their teacher is…”

“Oh, so you’re staying then?” Miss Campbell couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease Miss Taylor a little as she crawled closer to her and slipped one hand in between her legs, soon having the other horny minx moaning and gasping all over again as she expertly toyed with her wet sex.

“Ian…” Gina gasped out her request for him to help out a little as the steady pumping of two of Miss Campbell’s fingers in and out of her tight slit was keeping her from finally getting free of her catsuit.

Sitting on her knees so that her pussy was just in line with Gina’s hip, Miss Campbell had been leaning in over her equally aroused counterpart to offer her a kiss when she suddenly felt something blunt and large being placed against her cinnamon ring, and she barely had time to let out a low gasp and form her lips into an O before Ian made her go rigid by pushing his cockhead through her ringpiece.

His hands clutching hold of Miss Campbell’s waist, Ian basked in how her horny moan more intense in perfect synchrony with his cock sliding through the entrance to her anus until it finally blossomed out into an ecstatic scream of raw lust when he had just a few more inches left to insert into her, her fingers slipping out of Gina’s twat to the accompaniment of a wet slurping noise as juices began to gush out of her own sex, the strings of gelatinous girlcum shooting forwards to be scattered across Gina’s midriff and thighs.

Barely had Ian begun to seesaw his cock in and out of Miss Campbell’s anus, thoroughly enjoying how the walls of her ass clamped down on his hard member and offered him just the right amount of resistance each time that he pulled his hips back until only the vividly purple crown of his dick remained hidden beyond her widened asshole, when he felt someone place a hand on his chest.

Looking up from what he was doing as the kneeling Miss Campbell continued to quiver in front of him, Ian found that Miss Taylor was now seated on her knees by his side, dressed only in her heels and hood and with a sultry smile on her lips.

Ian grunted and let go of Miss Campbell’s slim waist as he allowed Gina to push him backwards, her hand continuing to be pressed against his chest as first his cock came sliding out of Miss Campbell’s asshole, provoking a disappointed moan to come from her, and then he found himself being placed on his back on the floor.

“Fuck me, Ian,” Gina purred as she slowly slid her hand down his chest, the seductive smile still present on her full, red lips as began to slowly turn her head to look towards his cock, “you should have told me…”

“About this…” Gina rushed to add as her fingers came into contact with his hard cock as it lay on his abdomen, the plump head of it being positioned several inches above his bellybutton and a strange, warm wetness hitting him as precum was drooled out onto the skin just beneath his sternum, with him gritting his teeth and exhaling deeply when she used her thumb and index finger to tease the sensitive bridge of skin connecting his cockhead to his foreskin.

Beginning to fear that he might just shatter his jaw with an inopportune discharge of precum, Ian was relieved to find a pair of hands seizing hold of his cock and beginning to hoist it upwards so that it could point towards the ceiling, at which point he opened his eyes again and looked down towards his waist, finding Gina sitting there with a dirty smile still emblazoned onto her face as Miss Campbell kept both of her hands wrapped around Ian’s throbbing fuckpole.

An involuntary gargling noise came from him once his cock had been made to assume a more vertical position, the noise coming out of his throat in response to the sight of the two curvaceous blondes leaning in over the bulbous tip of his achingly hard organ to engage each other in a sloppy kiss that soon had tendrils of spit coming down to drape themselves over his cockhead, at which point he gulped again, felt his balls beat hard against the sac in which they were confined, and produced a whopping burst of precum that ricocheted off of the two sluts’ chins to splatter down onto the floor and across his stomach.

Misses Taylor and Campbell both giggled in the wake of Ian’s release, though Gina soon stopped and instead leaned down to place her soft lips against the sensitive skin of his cockend, offering it a quick peck before looking back up at Miss Campbell.
“So…” Miss Taylor allowed the word to come oozing out of her mouth, stretching it out as Miss Campbell responded to it by vigorously nodding her head.

Not quite able to pick up on what Miss Campbell and Miss Taylor had just agreed on, Ian watched as Miss Taylor got up on her feet while Miss Campbell kept his tumescent fuckpiece pointing straight up, and it began to dawn on his what might happen next as Gina placed one foot on each side of his waist, her right hand coming down to pat her wet pussy as she looked down at him with her lips pulled back into a mischievous grin that was matched by the naughty gleam in her eyes, the busty head of supply certainly not seeming to pay much attention to the fact that she was supposed to be taking him to his next class as she instead began to lower herself down into a squatting position.

“Come on, you slut…” Miss Campbell said huskily as Gina’s ass came closer to Ian’s cockend, the cum-doused English teacher seizing the opportunity to spit some saliva onto his rock-hard member as it throbbed against her grip, “I want to see you take this monstercock up your juicy ass…”

Ian experienced the increasingly familiar sensation of his cockhead coming up against the flexible entrance to a girl’s ass for a few seconds, a sensation that was followed by that of his cock beginning to sink through Gina’s sphincter as her excited moans at having his massive fuckstick invade her anal canal rang in his ears.

“Fuck yeah…” Miss Campbell continued her running commentary to what was happening in front of her, the breathless profanity pouring out of her mouth as she began to run her hands down closer to Ian’s bloated scrotum to keep ahead of Gina’s descending ass.

“Ian…” Gina had managed to get enough of his cock into her anus that she could place her hands against the floor, her feet having slid forwards until her toes were almost brushing against his armpits, when she suddenly stopped her descent and spent a few seconds convulsing around his gargantuan fuckpole before her girlcum suddenly came bursting out of her already doused sex to rain down onto his chest and stomach, thick dollops of the gluey fluid soon gleaming against his skin.

No longer needing to keep Ian’s cock aimed at Gina’s oncoming asshole, Miss Campbell was now free to rise up into a standing position and step in between Ian’s spread legs, from where she went on to place her hands on her friend’s shoulders and push her down, thereby increasing the spray of juices coming from Gina’s convulsing honeypot and not stopping until she’d made sure that every last one of Ian’s fourteen inches had disappeared up into her rectum.