Visual Arts

Ian felt the stares of every female student in the room upon him as he tugged his pants back on, while the male members of the class which had arrived to have Miss Campbell tutor them in the English language were busy eyeing her, though no one could allow themselves to make their ogling too apparent, lest miss Campbell would send them a scathing correction.

His pants back on, something which a female student commented by letting loose a moan of disappointment which made her both the target of a disciplinarian remark from Miss Campbell and vividly admired by the other girls, Ian followed close behind Miss Taylor as she exited the classroom, his cock hardening again as his gaze rested on the sight of Miss Taylor?s fabulous ass, the outlines of which were easy to make out through the snug fit of her black PVC cat-suit.

Unsurprisingly, it was Miss Taylor who initiated conversation once the two were out in the abandoned corridor by gently squeezing a suggestive ?So,? past her lips, taking a moment to lap at the pair of lush pink with her nimble tongue before continuing, ?are you settling in alright??

?Yes,? Ian admitted, the strain of his fully erect penis against his pants causing him to end his reply with a low grunt.

Miss Taylor nodded silently at first, pretending to be unaware of the very conspicuous bulge in Ian?s pants, before breaking the silence by asking him ?Do you feel like you?ve got any cum left?? and thereby provoking him to cough quite violently with surprise.

?Eh? I don?t know?? Ian stammered, taken aback by the directness of Miss Taylor?s manner.

?It?s an important issue,? Miss Taylor informed Ian as she halted and turned towards him, one hand moving to the point on her belly which coincidentally was where the teeth of her zipper began to part, showing of plenty of her breasts and midriff, ?we wouldn?t want any of the girls to feel disappointed by you running out, would we??

It was apparently intended as a rhetorical question, since Miss Taylor then caused Ian to shut up and watch her by beginning to part her zipper further, the metallic sound of it being undone filling the otherwise silent corridor as she bared more and more of her tanned, ripped skin.

The zipper went back past her pussy so that Miss Taylor had to bend forwards a bit to reach, causing her enormous tits to push the cat-suit apart so that they could splay out in all their monumental glory, small dark nipples already rock-hard, while the lips of her now exposed and dripping wet snatch was as hairless as the rest of her crotch.

?Now,? Miss Taylor bit her lip as she shoved three slender fingers into her soaked cunt, her lustful gaze meeting Ian?s when the fingers retreated from her hole, ?the male members of staff take three of these with their breakfast every morning.?

Ian realized that Miss Taylor was talking of the small transparent Ziploc bag which she had apparently retrieved from her pussy, gelatinous traces of her wetness running down the surface of the small bag as she held it between her thumb and index finger.

?This suit hasn?t got any pockets,? Miss Taylor went on, guessing that the reason why Ian was staring at her like that was because he wondered if she always used her cunt as a backup purse, ?and it?s no problem as long as I remember to remove everything before sticking a dick inside it.?

Now Miss Taylor opened the Ziploc and poured the four red pills inside it into the palm of her hand, offering them to Ian, who hesitated for a moment before accepting them and then swallowing them, using his saliva to wash them down.

The pills had a bitter aftertaste, Ian thought, not very pleasant at all.

?What do they do?? He asked Miss Taylor, who broke out into a foxy grin at his question.

?It?s a little something which one of our sponsors? made for us. I won?t go into details, but in layman?s terms it?s enough to make an ordinary man produce bucket-loads of cum. I can only imagine what its effect will be on you.?

From the way in which she was looking at him, Ian guessed that Miss Taylor was only too happy to imagine him spraying out gallons of cum, but the school official made no further mention of the issue, instead opting for swinging on leg forwards and then resuming her walk down the corridor, with Ian in tow. The young male teacher could feel his balls seeming to expand, and his arousal was not quenched in any way by the fact that Miss Taylor had disregarded pulling her zipper back up, opting instead to walk down the halls with her tits and pussy exposed between all that glossy black.

The walk lasted for five wordless minutes, and after the first one Ian had begun to feel a bit funny, as if his pants were shrinking in a very precise way.

By the time that the duo reached what was apparently their destination, Ian could sense something warm and wet seeping out of his erect cock while his balls felt twice as big and a lot more delicate.

?Have you begun noticing any effects from the pills yet?? Miss Taylor asked Ian, then curtly tapping her clenched fist twice against the white door before them.

Without giving Ian a chance to respond, Miss Taylor pushed the door open and stepped through the doorway, the supply teacher continuing the trend of following just behind her.

The new classroom turned out to be bigger than the previous two which Ian had seen, probably taking up more than twice as much space as them.

In front of him was a black-board, a teacher?s desk and six large, white benches with chairs in orange plastics lined up behind them, but no teacher or student was present there.

They were instead occupying the other half of the classroom, which was stocked with diverse completed or uncompleted paintings, statues, etc, along with paraphernalia used for drawing, painting or such.

A woman, too old to be a student but not looking older than twenty-six or twenty-seven, was standing in the middle of a quadratic platform, surrounded by younger men and women who all were seated behind separate easels.

The woman on the platform, a bronzed brunette who looked as if she would span past the six feet mark even without the seven-inch heeled boots in black leather which she was currently wearing along with a white coat on which dried smudges of paint was apparent, had apparently been addressing her class about today?s lesson when the door had opened, and she followed Miss Taylor and Ian?s way past the benches with a glint of interest in her pale blue eyes.

?Ah,? the woman on the platform began as Ian came closer, ?today?s model has arrived.?