The end of the lesson

Uncharacteristically for her, Laura gagged a little as Charlie’s dick extended further down her gullet, the end of the beefy organ spearing further into her throat. After a couple of seconds though, Miss Hart regained her composure and began to toy with the still-spasming rod, after she had extracted it from her mouth using her hands to caress the stiff tube.

Positioning it firmly so that it was pointed directly at her face, the huge boobed blonde was still connected to the glistening member by a syrupy network of loopy ropes of saliva and cum. All of these slithered down and dropped onto her huge, protruding tits, the pair of massive, gravity-defying mounds sticking out more that half a foot from her chest and standing proudly less than sic inches from her chin. The PE teacher than licked the glossy head of Charlie’s pulsing prong, making sure to push the tip of the livid purple member against the inside of her mouth so that her cheeks bulged out sluttishly.

Charlie groaned with a baritone sound and his hands went behind him to grip the teacher’s desk. Miss Hart, it seemed, wasn’t just giving his cock some extremely attentive post-orgasmic licking but was determined to make him cum again. In the class the students were sending each other amazed glances as Miss Hart slurped and sucked on their fellow pupil’s massive, meaty lollipop.

Miss Hart was still wearing the white top that was like a thin band stretched over the middle part of her tits. By any standards the top was too small but for Miss Hart’s massive melons it was pretty ridiculous. Not only could most of her deep cleavage be observed from the top but it covered nothing south of her nipples either, pulled so far up her breasts, suspended by the bulging mass of her tits that the undersides of the globes were hanging out the bottom of it. Actually ‘projecting’ out of the bottom would be better term as her tits were so rigid that there was absolutely no ‘hang’ to them whatsoever.

Ian had finished dangling the remains of his cumload on Stacy and finally he had persuaded the gorgeous teen to stop moulding her lips to his cockend and lean backwards. Breathlessly, the supply teacher addressed the cum-covered big-titted student, looking up at him from the floor.

‘Just out of interest, Stacy, what does that tattoo say on your stomach?’ Ian said.

Stacy winked at Ian; her moment had come.

‘It says “Act like a Princess, Fuck like a Pornstar.”’

No sooner were the words out of her mouth but her other, open eye was plastered shut but a splurging squirt of precum. Stacy squealed in shock, but the class fell about laughing.

Without a word Miss Hart had put her hands on either side of her tits and leaned forward so that they had completely surrounded Charlie’s dick and then squeezed them together, the slippery organ thrusting between her glorious boobs. Ian wasn’t able to ascertain the size of the young man’s member now, mainly because it was something of a pink blur which was being jackhammered up and down between the largest, proudest, roundest breasts her had ever seen.

Miss Hart was doing her part too, pumping her torso up and down so that her boobs slid against the meaty shaft and being very conspicuous to try to trap the meaty head in her mouth every time it pistoned upwards. Unusually for her, she didn’t even make a slutty remark when it slid upwards and hit her directly in the left eye one time, and Ian guessed this is because she was being particularly single-minded about her task. Looking at the clock on the wall of the classroom, he saw that there were no more than two minutes left until the end of the lesson.

‘Fuck, this feels incredible!’ Charlie cried as his busty teacher moved her ginormous boobs up and down on his shaft. Smiling, Miss Hart still said nothing as the huge, spit slick shaft plunged between her firm, moist, pliant tits and continued to press her hands to the outer sides of her boobs, pressing both her massive knockers into a warm cocoon around the meaty staff.

‘I’m just toying with you, Charlie,’ said Miss Hart finally, ‘and having a little bet with myself to see if I can get you off before the bell goes to end the lesson. But I’m trying to make it a little bit difficult for myself, because I know for a fact that if I open my big mouth and give you some dirty talk you’ll blow your load instantly.’

The class sniggered at this statement and Charlie didn’t exactly protest at her evaluation of his capabilities. He was six feet tall, muscular and hung, probably the biggest stud in the class, but to Miss Hart he was still little other than penis fodder. Ian smiled to himself. Miss Hart had never really been one for subtlety. He had understood this the first moment he saw her.

After Miss Hart’s proclamation, the class got in on the act and gave a countdown according to the number of seconds that were ticking away on the clock on the wall: ‘Thirty!… Twenty Nine…! Twenty Eight!… Twenty Seven.’

There was no point them going any further. Charlie’s eyes crossed and he surrendered his load on twenty-six. His cock simply exploded in a succession of ferocious sprays of thick white fluid, all launched from within the delectable valley of her bulging boobs. It shot about six feet straight up in the air and then came back down and landed on Miss Hart’s tits. With knockers that size it was difficult to miss. Some bursts cascaded high over Laura’s head, some launched into her blonde hair, weighing her lustrous locks down with wet, white streaks of cum, others splattered directly into her face, sliding off her beautiful, thrilled and exuberant features in moist white ropes that slithered down her cheeks and onto her chin. Even more forceful squirts shot from the tip of Charlie’s erupting cock to paint her slick, jiggling tits.

'You're meant to wait until the last second, to increase the tension, Charlie,' said Miss Hart with perfect sober seriousness, even as another jet of cum splattered into her face.

By the time Charlie’s orgasm had subsided, Miss Hart’s face, neck, upper torso and tits were one gooey, creamy mess, so thoroughly had the thick load covered the smiling cumslut. Miss Hart’s victorious smile was one of the only ways to identify her, each part of her face decorated with cum. As the juicy deposits slid in long gooey ropes off her chin and onto her boobs, she withdrew Charlie’s massive dick from between her firm tits and propped the long, thick dick across the upper contour of her right boob, the peach-shaped head nesting on in the valley where her breast-bone was.

‘Hmmmm…’ she said, ‘you going to grow, sweetie?’

On cue, Charlie’s member juddered a little and the thick head swelled forwards and projected another inch or so, so that it touched her left tit.

Miss Hart laughed, ‘as party tricks go, not bad.’

The bell went. There was the standard flurry of activity, indistinguishable from any other school as the students got up and gathered their belongings and hustled out of the room. Ian was given more than a few longing looks from sultry female teenagers that he had fucked and a few he hadn’t. The room, now deserted, was bit of a mess, with cum having been blasted against various walls, surfaces, the ceiling, desks and the like, and a number of erotic photos scattered around the place, most extremely pornographic.

‘Now that’s what I call team-teaching,’ Ian said. ‘What do we do now?’

‘It’s lunch time,’ said Miss Hart, getting off her knees for what seemed like the thousandth time that day.

‘Which means?’ said Ian.

‘Gobble-gobble,’ said Miss Hart, advancing on the supply teacher and smiling hungrily. ‘But we have options. We could possibly go to the school canteen, or, lover-boy, you could take a ride with little me off campus. Now don’t answer yet. I’m going to take a very quick shower and change next door. We have rooms for that sort of thing. But let me know when I get back.’