Fucking Miss Campbell

“I will.” Ian promised the still kneeling Miss Campbell, her heavenly mouth only centimetres away from the bulbous business-end of his angered cock, “Now get up, please.”
Ian’s politeness provoked Miss Campbell to giggle, and she happily asked him “You’re not used to dominating women, are you?” as she rose up to stand in front of him, the rock-hard buds which sat like crowns on the generous bulge of her non-sagging breasts.
“Not really.” Ian admitted, to which Miss Campbell replied “You will,” and caused Ian to come dangerously close to premature ejaculation.

After a deep breath, and with Miss Campbell following his further instructions by putting her ass on top of her desk and laying down across it, legs spread wide, one of her hands used to caress her neck and the other to do the same to the top of her pelvis, Ian directed his cock in under the bottom of her see-through dress, putting its purple head very close to her hairless pussy.
The direction in which Ian’s turgid member was heading was enough to make Miss Campbell flinch, the buxom blonde asking him “You’re going to try and fit that monster inside my cunt, aren’t you?”

If nothing else, the way in which Miss Campbell had spat out the word “cunt” had reduced Ian to the point where he could only nod in reply, though the realization when he prodded his cockhead against it that her slit was sopping wet surely did its part in rendering him temporarily incapable of speaking.

Miss Campbell however had clearly not swallowed her tongue, as the pressure of Ian’s fist-sized cock-end against her twat was enough to draw a spirited cry from her, a cry which only rose in intensity as Ian struggled to fit it inside her cunt until its girth had finally pushed the lips of her sex wide apart enough for him to gain entrance and come an inch closer to her.

To Ian, Miss Campbell’s pussy didn’t feel silky, it was more like he was sticking his dick into a very narrow container coated with a gelatinous material and filled with a warm, squishy liquid, and he started to sweat as he carried out the heartfelt struggle of fitting his manhood into her; first getting a second inch, then a third and so on.
When roughly half of Ian’s long, thick dick had followed the bell-shaped tip of it into Miss Campbell’s slit the busty teacher’s cries reached a level where there was no doubt that it could be heard in the corridor as well as the neighbouring rooms, her girl-cum flushing out of her increasingly cock-stuffed pussy as she climaxed on top of her desk.

Apparently keen on discretion, though her demeanour and appearance contradicted that aspect of her being, Miss Campbell muted herself by raising her head somewhat and feeding one of her breasts into her mouth, the tanned flesh of the large orb pressing against her red lips while her pussy twitched around Ian’s cock.

When Miss Campbell’s orgasm ended, Ian had gotten almost all of his cock inside her, his balls now swinging between the top of her thighs.
“Fuck,” Miss Campbell sighed, “you’re making me look fatter.” It was the small bulge on her stomach which was caused by the bulk of Ian’s member as it rested inside of her which she was commenting on, although Ian was preoccupied with gritting his teeth and feeding that last inch into her to take any notice of her talking.
Unable to believe that he had managed to get all of his usually way over-sized member to fit inside Miss Campbell, and having no idea of how she managed to accommodate it, Ian was starting to worry if he would even last one stroke, no matter how well-lubricated her slit was from the combination of her arousal and very wet orgasm.

“Mr. White,” Ian had no idea how Miss Campbell managed to sound professional even in a situation such as this, “lift me up.”
Her legs crossed against Ian’s ass, Miss Campbell let out a whimper and placed her arms on his shoulders as Ian followed her instruction.
With Miss Campbell now pressing against him, the weight of her tits threatening to crack a few of his ribs, Ian began to stagger his way down the short distance to the wall behind her desk, against which he soon had her pinned.

To his surprise, Ian managed to pull out a few inches without feeling cum starting to gush out of his cock, and therefore felt brave enough to feed his entire member back into her tight slit.
When Ian did the same thing again a few seconds later, Miss Campbell responded by moaning out a husky “Harder…” and he felt it impolite to refuse.
Each time that Ian thrust his cock into her, Miss Campbell would say the same thing, and Ian would obey her, raising the intensity of his thrusts until he was pounding her with such savageness that he was starting to worry that they’d break through the wall and find them selves making a very improvised visit to the adjacent classroom.
His balls flying beneath her toned thighs and hitting the underside of her buttocks, Ian realised that he wasn’t long from cumming, and so began the arduous task of retracting his cock from the depths of her sex, an act which was accompanied by soft moans from her and a wet sucking noise from their adjoined crotches.
Pre-cum was oozing freely from his cumhole as Ian’s member came entirely free of Miss Campbell’s twat.

Taking a step back, Ian felt his cock erupt in another volcano of gushing cum which began to rocket its way through the air to splat against Miss Campbell’s curvy frame as she slid down along the wall to a seated position in front of it.
Her eyes half-closed and her jaw fully opened, Miss Campbell used her hands to press her huge tits together as more and more jizz rained down on her.

Just as Ian began to suspect that this cumshot would beat the one that Mrs. Grayson had received earlier, he could hear the door to the classroom open.