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Model?? said Ian, ?I thought I was here to teach???

?Miss Stark shall be taking the lesson,? said Miss Taylor, indicating the brunette on the platform, ?but you?ll be integral. This is Mr White he?s on supply today,? continued the catsuited blonde, introducing Ian to yet another flawlessly stunning female teacher. Her eyes were of an incredible, piercing, sapphire blue and her sultry lips twitched as she extended a hand to shake Ian?s.

?According to what Mrs Grayson announced to the staffroom at break, it seems that the class and I are in for quite a treat,? Miss Stark said.

?The pleasure?s mine,? said Ian, shaking Miss Stark?s hand and wondering what the astonishing brunette had on underneath the smock.

?I?ll leave you in Miss Stark?s capable hands,? said Miss Taylor to Ian, ?There?s a twenty minute break at the end of the class. I?ll pick you up and take you to the staffroom.? At this, she turned on her heel and went out of the art studio. Ian was growing to understand that it was impossible not to become transfixed by the sashay of her awesome buttocks every time she walked away.

Ian glanced around the studio and noticed a number of things. First of all, the artwork scattered around the cluttered room, as all artrooms invariably are, was of an unvaryingly sexual characterisation. There were foot-high maquettes of toy-sized couples screwing in clay that sat alongside huge moulded dildos, brightly coloured portraits of captivating girls in compromising positions, baring tits, pussies and assholes, there were photographs that had been cut up, retouched and reordered in order to render the perversions enacted in them even more arresting, and even, at the far end of the room, a banner proclaiming the ?Favourite Facial? competition, which, as far as Ian could tell, encouraged a system of voting for whichever of the photographs stuck on the wall depicted the most aesthetically pleasing facial cumshot. Ian made a mental note to examine the entrants and cast a vote for his favourite if he got time.

As Miss Stark ushered him onto the platform, Ian looked at the students gathered around and saw pretty much the same configuration of things. He was now beginning to take it for granted, but the fact that every class was constituted of huge-boobed girls in black-latex tights and matching skintight arm-length gloves, hitched into figure-hugging vinyl corsets and tottering on six-inch stripper heels was something that he didn?t mind being reminded of. The boys were wearing a regular school uniform, but Ian had seen enough to know it didn?t take much for these things to go if there was fucking to be done.

?Don?t be shy, Mr White,? Miss Stark said, ?but we?re going to need you to strip for this session.?

As it happened, Ian was feeling far from shy after the morning?s exertions and was becoming quite accustomed to losing his clothes. With a smile he undid his shirt and passed it to his busty female counterpart, who eyed him covetously, part of her luscious lower lip caught between her teeth as she watched him unfasten his belt.

When it came for Ian to pull down his trousers, however, he suddenly found it more difficult than he had anticipated. They seemed to be stuck around his groin.

?Come come Mr White,? Miss Stark chided, ?this is no time to be modest??

Ian looked down and tried to identify the source of his problem. It was immediately apparent. There was an obstruction going down one of his trouser legs. In fact, it appeared as though an object roughly the size of an Evian bottle was stuffed between his left leg and the material of his trousers, and this was making it difficult for him to pull his trousers down. He tried to ease the trousers over the bulge and work it down slowly, but this action seemed to aggravate Miss Stark, who tut-tutted demonstratively, got onto her haunches in front of him and pulled the material down roughly saying ?time?s-a-wasting??

She succeeded, and Ian?s trousers finally relented, piling down around his ankles, but the sharpness of her action caused Ian?s heavily erect prick to jerk into life as it sprang free from confinement to slap her hard in the face with such vigour that the heavy prick actually hit her with an upward blow and came to rest on top of her head. There was a collective sharp intake of breath around the classroom that melted into fits of giggles as the assembled students got to see their teacher faceslapped with an errant, and extraordinarily huge, cock. Miss Stark didn?t move as gravity slowly got the better of Ian?s humongous cock, causing it to slide downwards slowly, the heavy, glossy pink head oozing precum as it smeared and snaked its way down the brunette?s unresisting, gorgeous face. When it slid heavily off the bottom of her chin and hung down, it was still connected to her by a gooey, translucent rope.

Ian himself was astonished at the dimensions that his dick had acquired due to Miss Taylor?s pills, and in such a short length of time.

?Class,? said the slack-jawed beauty in front of Ian, ?in your drawing of today?s model, ignore everything I?ve taught you about how to accurately render anatomy and simply try as faithfully as possible to capture the size of this?? at this stage Miss Stark?s voice took on a hazy quality as she began to drift away almost dreamily, ?huge, succulent, steel-hard fuckshaft??

Those students with their wits still about them took up their pencils and began to sketch Ian.

Hesitantly, as if **** to draw herself away from the massive shaft staring her in the face, Miss Stark stood up fully and announced to the class, ?and I?ve decided that I?ll join Mr White in posing today??

With that, she cast off her white smock.