Miss taylor

Ian was in no mood to tear his eyes from the delectable Miss Campbell right at the very moment at which he was doing his utmost to paint the gorgeous, boobed slut with what was sure to be another copious cumshot. With this in mind, he continued to pump his geysering shaft with steady footlong strokes in order to be certain of wringing the maximum issue out of his ecstatically spasming cock as the door to the room continued to open.

Keeping his gaze fixed on her, Ian watched his huge fuckrod spew and splatter about a dozen volleys of high-velocity goo all over the busty blonde vinyl clad minx in front of him, and that was just for starters. The rhythmic splashing of the spattering jets splurged against Miss Campbell with audible squirts and squishes, and the scalding contents of Ian?s heated ballsack creamed her face with six thick, uninterrupted, juicy lines of jizz that cross-hatched all the way from her hair, over her forehead and across her nose, pasted both eyes and dripped from her chin, drawing a web over her face.

Grimacing, Ian shot further jets across her mountainous tits, most of which also plastered across the white latex backs of the gloves she was wearing as she mauled the underside of the heavy, heaving globes together. Her shiny red corset also came in for similar treatment as Ian went onto demonstrate his capabilities by blasting her slender midriff with further molten jets.

After that, Ian?s aim became wilder, and in the last few arcing spews of jizz, Miss Campbell found as many jets of sticky semen spurted into her blonde tresses than splattered behind her to decorate a wall display made by her form group. About seven or eight of these more diffuse sprays almost had the effect of pasting the English teacher to the wall of her classroom.

At this juncture, Ian heard a polite patter of applause from the person at the door. He looked. It was the latex-clad head of supply, Miss Taylor, a wicked smile on her face.

?Wonderful,? she said, after she had finished clapping. ?When a girl gets a jet of jizz or two to fly over her head she knows she?s quite some slut.?

?I?m drenched,? admitted Miss Campbell.

?More than that,? said Miss Taylor. ?You?ve been redecorated. Much like the wall display behind you.?

Ian, monstercock in hand, sweat dripping from his frame, turned to Miss Campbell.

?I see you?re getting the hang of things around here Mr White. I saw Mrs Grayson in the staff room. She told me about your first lesson over a cup of tea. Quite a milky cup too, considering the amount of cum that dripped off her chin into it during our conversation.?

?I?m glad my efforts are appreciated,? said Ian, as the kneeling Miss Campbell extricated the parts of her body that had been stuck to the wall and leaned forwards to smear her chin against the head of his cock so that a wrist-thick smudge of semen corded between her face and the blunt cockend.

?They are,? Miss Campbell said.

At this point, the bell went to announce the second period. Miss Campbell?s class marched in, and immediately the whole group had their faces changed into astonished expressions, their mouths oval ?O?s and their eyes wide as they saw their cum-blasted blonde teacher sucking on a megadick like a jizz-frosted pornslut.

Reluctantly, Miss Campbell withdrew from her position on the floor, stood up and made her way to the front of the class where she began to chastise pupils for staring at her and attempted to start the lesson, semen roping from her face and boobs as she did so.

?Come on,? said Miss Taylor to Ian as he struggled to dress himself, ?we?re late for the next lesson??