Clothes and car

After Miss Hart came down from her considerable orgasmic high, she giggled softly into Ian’s open mouth before breaking the kiss. The supply teacher could feel Laura’s massive, protruding boobs pressing firmly against his own chest as he stood in close proximity to her, which only turned him on further. Then the blonde PE teacher turned a little in his grasp and addressed the two students at the other end of the corridor.

‘Charlie. Stacy.’

The two students at the window at the end of the corridor stopped their fucking momentarily and looked at Miss Hart.

‘You two are going to be fucking for the remainder of the lunch break, am I right?’ Miss Hart continued.

‘That’s right Miss,’ volunteered Stacy perkily, ‘I’ve made it a personal challenge to get Charlie past the sixteen inch mark and I’m not going to stop until I feel that monstercock all the way up my slutty ass…’

Miss Hart looked at Ian, even as she addressed Stacy, ‘how nice it is to hear the school motto being used occasionally, Stacy.’

Ian grinned at Laura’s little joke, an expression which turned into a sharp intake of breath as Laura took hold of his flesh piston and gave it a jerk as it stuck out in front of him.

‘In that case, since you two aren’t going to need them, we’re going to commandeer your clothes for the lunch break. Is that ok with you two?’

Laura led Ian by the cock down the corridor, with Ian admiring the delicious roll of her buttocks as she sashayed in front of him until they got to Charlie and Stacy. The gorgeous teen slut in the mesh top still had one leg hoisted up onto the windowsill as her friend ploughed her slick pussy with his massively engorged schlong.

‘Of course Miss…’ Stacy said.

‘Ok, STOP!’ said Miss Hart, smacking Stacy’s peachy ass with a brisk slap which brought Charlie’s movements to an end. Miss Hart then spat in her left palm, her right still being occupied with giving Ian an expert handjob, manipulating his enormous shaft just below the freely prjizz weeping head, and delved it into the juncture of Stacy’s buttocks and Charlie’s groin.

Smiling devilishly, Miss Hart grasped the expansive circumference of Charlie’s pulsating pillar of flesh in her hand and extracted it from the slippery confines of Stacy’s gushing honeypot. There was a slick little sound as the thick cumtube kept coming, inch after inch after inch after inch, from the pink slit. Even Miss Hart started laughing and nudged Ian conspiratorially with her elbow in his ribs when the enormous proportions of Charlie’s cock were revealed, the monstrous purple head weighing the shaft down at the end as it lurched free of Stacy’s pussy with a wet ‘plop’.

‘I’m no expert,’ said Miss Hart, ‘ok, I’m actually a world expert… but I’d say you were about fourteen inches long here, my huge horsedicked friend.’

Miss Hart, standing in the window, was suddenly observed from outside by a group of students, the huge-titted blonde standing with a pair of huge fuckstaffs in each of her hands. A surprised cry and some laughing from outside alerted everyone to this. Ian looked out. A group of boys and girls were pointing at them and smiling. A couple of the girls’ faces were agog. Obviously not everyone had heard of Mr White yet, although with displays like this occurring, that was in the process of being rectified.

‘Hello fans,’ Miss Hart said, deadpan. ‘I’d wave to them, but it would probably have the effect of bringing both of you studs off all over me…’

Ian groaned at the thought, and Charlie was too deliriously lost in the moment to even do that.

‘Stacy, your leggings,’ Miss Hart suddenly snapped, ‘and Charlie, your uniform.’

The two pupils snapped into action, and Ian was surprised at how quickly they extracted themselves from their clothes.

‘I’m going to look a bit odd in this, aren’t I?’ said Ian.

‘Not at all,’ said Laura, ‘Charlie is large for his age, but realistically that’s not far off your size.’

‘Yes, but it’s a school blazer.’

‘Is it?’ said Miss Hart, taking hold of Charlie’s blazer and pushing the sleeves through the material, reversing it, ‘that’s odd… looks just like a normal suit jacket to me.’

Ian looked in appreciation as he slipped on Charlie’s shirt, which actually fitted quite well. Miss Hart handed him the blazer and to all intents and purposes the garment was like an ordinary suit top.

‘Don’t be amazed, all the blazers are reversible,’ said Miss Hart, ‘another way that we camouflage our existence here. They’re designed so that they can be turned inside out at the end of the school day and worn as suits. Much better for preserving anonymity.’

Ian was impressed, and said so as he zipped up the trousers he had been given.

‘Whoa, whoa whoa,’ said Miss Hart, ‘let’s exercise a small amount of control over our horses here.’

‘What?’ said Ian.

Miss Hart very firmly unzipped Ian’s fly, plunged her hand into the hole and sought out his cock which was hanging down in uncomfortable and entirely tumescent fashion down one of the legs, making the fabric bulge outwards in an extremely conspicuous way. Ian felt Laura’s hand detect his pulsing tibe and grasp it firmly. Withdrawing it with delicacy and care, she succeeded in pulling Ian’s throbbing length back into the open, the rigid, sixteen-inch monstercock pointing out directly in front of him horizontally. Then the megatitted blonde pressed it downwards between his legs and released it so that the steel-hard veiny fuckmast bounced crazily up and down between his legs. All Miss Hart’s teasing was making Ian painfully hard.

‘This fucking huge shaft doesn’t get concealed around school premises,’ Miss Hart said decisively, ‘the instant we get into the real world you can try to hide it as much as you like, but around this school a monstercock this big is hanging out. If hanging is the correct word for that rock hard pussy missile jutting out towards the ceiling.’

By now Charlie had his dick back in Stacy but Ian watched Miss Hart as she slithered expertly into the garment that Stacy had provided. In no time at all the astonishingly sexy slut had wriggled into the pair of black shiny wet-look faux-leather leggings that hugged her legs in a skintight fashion. Perched on top of the platform heeled sandals and in the black mesh top, there wasn’t a lot wrong with her.

‘Let’s go to lunch,’ Miss Hart said, once again grabbing hold of Ian’s shaft, ‘and you two,’ she continued, ‘if Charlie gets past sixteen inches I want to see it. We’ll be back at the end of the lunch break to give you your clothes back.’

With that, Miss Hart pushed through the double doors at the end of the corridor and took Ian through them, her hand still gripping onto his monstercock as she led him through the school. Where there were groups of students gathered in the corridor these clumps of people parted like the red sea as Miss Hart made her way purposefully through the school, all of them gasping at the huge dicked stud that she was shepherding around.

After a brief trek Laura led Ian into the reception area where he had first arrived in school that morning. It seemed a different Ian that had done so. Just as Laura was about to buzz her way out of the main entrance, the front door was opened from the outside and another couple appeared, coming into the school.

Ian was pretty surprised. Just coming into the school was a man and a woman. The woman looked like a lapdancer or pornqueen. She had very long, beautifully conditioned black and blonde tresses, a pair of denim hot-pants with slits all the way down the side, the fabric being held together by metal rings in each side, and a black, tight-fitting t-shirt which was obviously torn along the lower hem which revealed the underside of a pair of absolutely massive, perfectly shaped breasts, the upper collar section with a similar tear which revealed her incredible cleavage. On her feet were clear platform heeled stripper shoes. There were black leather fingerless gloves on her hands and her face was largely hidden by a large pair of shades.

The woman was leading a man with a massive penis hanging out of his trousers. The huge-drooling monstercock was in her hand.

As the door opened a strange Mexican standoff occurred. Laura leading Ian by the dick and standing there, the woman leading her charge by the dick standing in the doorway.

After a couple of seconds, the glamorous new arrival said, ‘Laura,’ and nodded her head in hello.

‘Vixen,’ Laura said, nodding in a likewise fashion.

Ian chose this exact moment to release a massive bolt of precum which fizzed from his cockend and smacked into the new woman’s face. She didn’t flinch.

‘Yes,’ said the woman after a couple of seconds, ‘well…’

The next instant the exact same thing occurred in reverse, the new arrival’s cock jetting a massive wad of precum into Laura’s face.

Vixen edged her way through the door with her man and made her way into the school. Ian swore he could hear her giggle gently behind him as he and Laura scuttled out into the car park.

‘Who was that?’ said Ian when he and Laura were in the open air.

‘Dr Sinclair,’ said Laura, ‘she runs a facility in part of the school.’

‘And the man?’

‘I don’t know.’

Laura let Ian to a flashy sports car. She opened the doors and they got inside. From the seat she pulled a very tight, shiny leather jacket on, which was pressed out by her huge tits when she put it on and which revealed her tightly muscles, tattooed midriff.

Ian sat in the seat next to her, his cock still jutting upwards. In the small car it wasn’t too far from the windshield.

‘If I sometimes grab your dick instead of the gearstick, don’t be alarmed,’ said Laura, ‘but be aware that if you jizz all over the windscreen it’s going to be mighty difficult for me to see where I’m going…’

With that Miss Hart started the car.