Milking Mister White

?However,? Miss Taylor began, smirking fondly as she took in the bulk and width of Ian?s painfully rigid member, ?we can?t let you loose looking like that,? one hand moving to her zipper which was dangling just below the impressive swell of her massive boobs, ?can we??

If Miss Hart had obscured her tits from Ian?s view in some way by donning her thoroughly drenched t-shirt, he was compensated by Miss Taylor baring hers for his viewing pleasure, the two almost impossibly firm funbags pushing their way out into the open as she softly tugged the zipper of her shiny catsuit downwards.

Miss Taylor?s ripped abdomen was next in line to be exposed as more and more of her outfit slid apart, though Ian focused primarily on her bust, not knowing how to express his sentiment in regards to the fact that even if her tits were a pair which on any other day would have been enough to make him seriously suspect that he had died and gone to some wondrous adult-rated version of heaven, here and now they actually paled somewhat in both form and size when compared to those ample orbs which strained the cum-soaked fabric of Laura?s aptly signed t-shirt.

For her part, Miss Hart was allowing herself the luxury of sliding her gaze back and forth between Miss Taylor?s stripping and Ian?s uneasy writhing against his bonds as he was wrecked by a **** need to cum which had been fuelled first by a succession of two dozen nubile young sluts and now by the vision of Miss Taylor standing there with only an inch or so to go before her slit would be revealed to him.

Miss Taylor seemed to recognize the sense of urgency which had come to dominate Ian?s being as a result of her little striptease, and apparently saw no harm in teasing him a bit by removing her hand from her zipper without having bared her pussy yet, and then holding the palm of her hand just below her lips as she blew Ian a kiss.

If she did have any idea of where her thong was now located, whether tossed aside in some corner of the room or carried away by one of her students to waive as a trophy, Laura was far too busy being captivated by the steady throbbing of Ian?s cock and balls and the naughty performance which Miss Taylor was giving to bother looking for it, and besides the super-buxom PE teacher had no qualms about walking through the school with her tight, hairless and tattooed crotch on full display for all to see and drool at.

It had also had the advantage that she could begin to play a part in the sexy drama taking place in front of the wallbars through starting to finger herself, both as an expression of her whole-hearted approval of the course of action that Miss Taylor has decided to follow and as a way of further teasing poor Ian, who was rapidly approaching a complete mental meltdown as a result of the frustrated horniness which continued to mount within him.

Further fuel was added onto the fire by Miss Taylor finally tugging the zipper down far enough to reveal her pubes, which were trimmed into a classic Jenna Jameson-V, and then inching it further down.

Apparently, the base of the zipper was located between the spot where Miss Taylor?s buttocks and her thighs met, because when she finally removed her hands from the zipper her pussy was completely exposed so that Ian could see how tight and unusually wet, even by this school?s standards, it was.

Taking a bold step closer to Ian but then stopping as if it had only been a ruse and she intended to leave him in his current position, the playful Miss Taylor let out a husky ?Miss Hart?? to which the PE teacher replied with an enthusiastic ?Yes??

?I intend to get down on my knees in front of Mr. White. Would you mind if I asked you take that supreme-looking cock of his in your hands and give it a few good jerks?? Miss Taylor?s query was unsurprisingly followed by a ?No ma?am!? which was even more enthusiastic than Laura?s previous sentence.

Drawing ever nearer to Ian, Miss Taylor gracefully dropped down onto her knees, her legs pointing out behind her and her lush lips almost near enough to the fat tip of Ian?s cock to brush against it.

Relief was now immanent for Ian as Laura was only a few steps away from being within reach of his member, but it was further delayed when Miss Taylor spoke again.

?On second thought,? the latex-clad vixen began, ?scratch the handjob, Mr. White is in possession of one of the thickest, longest and wettest cocks that I?ve ever seen, and we should make the most of it when we can.?

?So what am I to do with it then, ma?am?? Laura replied, her mind playing up a dozen different scenarios of delicious actions which Miss Taylor might request of her.

?It?s a simple enough task,? Miss Taylor promised, ?I?ve been a terribly naughty girl by teasing poor Mr. White, and I deserve to have these spanked,? as if to negate any confusion on Laura's part as to what the "these" that she was referring to were Miss Taylor put her hands against her naked tits.

Digging her fingers into her underboobs, Miss Taylor hoisted the two gargantuan orbs upwards just in time for the heavy rope of pre-cum which was Ian?s reaction to her new proposal to splat across her face and granting it with a glossy bridge that stretched from the left side of her jaw up over her nose and ending just above her right eyebrow.

Pressing her tits upwards and together, an act which caused her biceps to be strained due to the bulk of her chest, Miss Taylor watched eagerly how Miss Hart closed her fingers around the base of Ian?s cock, the PE vixen carrying out the action in a gentle manner so as to ensure that her latest favourite man didn?t blow his load too quickly, and then measured up how to aim the sleek, vein-corded rod against Miss Taylor?s tits.

The impact of the steel-hard pillar of turgid meat caused Miss Taylor to utter a delightful squeal, though only the first few syllables of it could be heard before it was drenched out by the wet noise of a loud splash as enough cum to fill a pint-glass was released from Ian?s cumhole in one single blob.

Somehow, Miss Taylor managed to remain upright despite the momentum of the hefty load of jizz which instantly blessed her with a coating of cum that covered the upper half of her midriff, virtually all of her tits and her face, the pearly white of Ian?s balljuice clashing quite nicely with the glossy black of Miss Taylor?s opened catsuit and her ponygirl hood.

The second blast built on what the first one had accomplished, and soon the delicately shaved mat of pubic hair which sat atop Miss Taylor?s soaked slit was absorbed under a downward bound wave of semen.

Now followed a lull in the powerful surge of ballcream, and the ever-randy Miss Hart took advantage of that by turning up in front of Ian and sticking his dick in under her t-shirt, where after the rest of his load was used to further blast her tits and t-shirt with cum.

At long last Ian was released from his bounds, his dick remaining hard, partly thanks to the long time it had just spent in that state convincing it that that was its ordinary state, partly thanks to the presence of Miss Hart and Miss Taylor, neither of which made any move of covering their cum-decorated bodies as the led a disoriented Ian towards the exit to the corridor.

Weakly, Ian tried to point out that his clothes were being left behind, but Miss Taylor seemed to sense that and implored him to ?Trust me; in our staff room clothing is an optional feature.?