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Being a substitute teacher was ordinarily an unforgiving occupation even at the best of times for Ian White. Trying to convince kids he was not an impediment between them and their favourite teacher, and keeping control of a whole classful hell bent on swinging from the chandeliers was not much of a job for anyone. As he was studying part time at university, it was perfect occupation to bring in a little money without making too many demands on his time. The demands it made on his patience were another thing entirely.

But today was going to be different. He had been rung up early in the morning by his agency and asked to go to a plush private school that he had never been to before.

Driving up the leafy avenue, Ian was surprised at how extensive the manicured grounds were. It was a million miles away from the usual sink-estate or inner city shitholes that he normally taught at. The building was a good hundred years old, brick built and with an impressive set of ionic columns flanking the entranceway. There was no-one else around; it appeared that he had missed the start of school, but this was excusable because his agency had only called him three quarters of an hour earlier that morning. He still made his way briskly across the car park and into reception, got buzzed through the security door and presented him to the desk.

The receptionist turned out to be a strikingly pretty woman in her late-twenties who smiled brightly at Ian as he made his way over toward her.

'Hi, I'm on supply today,' Ian said.

'Sure. Would you like to sign in the visitor's book for me?' she said.

As he leaned over the counter to pick up the book, something dropped inside Ian's stomach. The secretary was not dressed in the way that the school secretaries he knew were usually attired. For one thing, it was a gloved hand that handed him the pen, a long, tight, black latex glove that ran all the way up her arm. Ian's eyes followed the glove all the way up a creamy-skinned bicep that flooded out into a glorious expanse of cleavage, held upright by a latex bustier. He swallowed audibly as he took the pen. The receptionist winked at him.

It was not the sort of thing Ian felt equipped to query, and her saucy, self-assured wink answered as many questions as he could have asked in any case. Hastily, he scribbled his name and looked back at the receptionist, trying to talk to her face, not the set of busty protuberances that had popped out in front of him.

'Miss Taylor is head of supply,' she said, 'just take a seat and I'll give her a call.'

'Thanks,' Ian said.

'No, thank you,' the receptionist replied, checking the name Ian had signed, 'Mr White.'

Ian sat down in the waiting area across from her and crossed his legs fastidiously to prevent any obvious embarrassment. The receptionist, obviously keen to prolong it, rose from behind her desk and walked across the reception room floor toward him. She was indeed clad in bondage gear from head to foot, from every inch of her black high heels, up her black stockinged legs, to a tiny pair of PVC panties to a black leather choker. She was a vision. She actually knelt down in front of Ian.

'Can I get you anything while you wait? Tea? Coffee? Anything at all?'

'I'm fine, honestly, thank you, ' Ian said.

'Well, if you change your mind,' the receptionist said, 'I'll be right behind the desk, creaming myself with anticipation.'

With that, she got up and walked back over to the desk, the pert cheeks of her ass rolling deliciously away, leaving Ian dumbfounded and with no small tent pitched in his trousers. He looked at her as she sat back down, trying to rationalize the audacious come-on, and reeling from her seductive stare. To his utter disbelief, she locked her eyes back onto his, licked a latex finger, and pushed it downward underneath the desk. Ian could only guess what she was doing with it, but a wanton smile began to curve her lips.

Ian couldn't decide whether it would be ruder to watch her play with herself or pretend to ignore her, but even if he had begun to turn away the sounds of moisture and her sexy cooing would have penetrated his ears.

'Miss Benton!'

A sharp, disciplinarian voice knifed through the receptionist's moans of pleasure. Ian looked behind him. Standing over six feet tall, in what must have been six-inch platform heels, was what was incontrovertibly one of the most beautiful woman Ian had ever seen, if not the sexiest. She had observed the same themes as the receptionist, but taken the look slightly further with a black PVC cat-suit and matching hood. A long, bright blonde plume of ponytail protruded from the hood and cascaded over her shoulders. Her face would have shamed a supermodel, a flawless configuration of high cheekbones, lush, full lips, curved eyebrows and smoldering eyes. Her cat-suit was zipped open to the top of her belly, revealing a set of enormous, succulent breasts and hinting at sharply defined abs. In short, she was a walking wet dream, but she sounded pissed off, and the receptionist had stopped fingering herself and looked abashed.

'Miss Benton,' she repeated, 'We have a guest in reception, someone who is new to this school. What sort of impression is behaviour like that going to give?' The receptionist looked sheepish. The woman continued, 'Didn't you ask if he wanted to lick your pussy?'

Ian did a double take at the implication. He had at least expected the receptionist to receive some form of reprimand for her brazen carry-on, but the cat-suited woman was taking issue with the receptionist for not behaving sluttily enough.

'Come out from behind there,' said the cat-suited woman.

The receptionist obliged. Ian could see her latex panties had been thrust to one side and a wet pair of pussy lips were peeping through. She slipped her hand back down and recommenced frigging herself as she addressed the woman.

'Miss Taylor,' said the receptionist, chewing her lip as a small moue of pleasure escaped and indicating Ian, 'Mr White is here on supply today.'

Miss Taylor looked at him. 'I'm sorry that you haven't been welcomed appropriately to our school, Mr White. Please forgive our rudeness. Miss Benson is usually so accommodating to our visitors. Would you like to come with me?'

Ian followed her as she turned and went out into the corridor, leaving the buxom receptionist frantically rubbing her pussy and making even Miss Taylor's tall, domineering form only a slightly less preferable option to go after. Once he had begun to walk behind the elegant, long-legged vixen, watching the delectable sway of her peachy PVC clad buttocks sashay walk down the hall, Ian had trouble remembering that he was actually here to do a job of work. He caught up with Miss Taylor.

'So what lessons am I going to be teaching today?' he asked her.

'A bit of everything, I'm afraid,' she said. 'Have you been with us before?'

'No.'

'Well, we're a friendly sort of school. We have our own unique curriculum, it's part of the deal that we have with our benefactors and trustees, which means you might find the way we do things here a little bit strange, but just muck in and I'm sure you'll get used to it.'

They passed a group of girls loitering around the hallway. They looked to be 18, but, as seemed true to form, they were dressed just as provocatively as the staff. They all had the same six-inch platform heels of night-club strippers, black skintight latex stockings and tiny PVC skirts that appeared to function more like belts. Black PVC corsets and long latex gloves were again the order of the day. It was outrageous: likes something out of a particularly fevered fantasy, and it was happening to Ian. At work.

'Nice to see you girls are all in uniform for a change,' said Miss Taylor.

Uniform?

The girls giggled as Ian passed and shot him coy glances. I'll take you to the room where you'll be teaching first,' said Miss Taylor.

Ian stole a few glances inside the classrooms they passed. Even from the quick induction he was getting, the school seemed increasingly strange. Teachers and staff wearing fetish gear; students attired like porn stars. Even classroom was stacked full of girls just like the ones he'd seen. It was incredible.

'Your first lesson is in here. There's a teacher in there covering your class at the moment. You're to relieve her,' said Miss Taylor, 'in you go.' Miss Taylor opened the door to the studio to reveal the makeshift set of a doctor's surgery. Spotlit, centre stage, a big-titted woman wearing white thigh-high boots was on her knees in front of a group of six students, two girls and four boys. As she addressed the group in a totally formal manner, one of the boys was jerking his cock enthusiastically in her face. A long strand of sticky white fluid, presumably a mixture of saliva and precum, connected the tip of the boy's dick to the teacher's chin, which jiggled and danced as she spoke. She made no attempt to wipe it away.

'As you may notice,' Miss Taylor whispered in Ian's ear, so as not to interrupt proceedings, 'We have a very strict admissions policy for boys in this school. Absolutely no-one is allowed here unless they're at least seven inches. A good seven inches at that. It just wouldn't be fair on the girls....'

Judging by the size of the boy's cock, he hadn't had any trouble in the application process. The teacher on her knees seemed unperturbed by the huge dick being thrust in her direction, and continued to speak as the gooey rope teetered precariously from her chin.

'Now remember, when you take your facial at the end of act two, do try to stay in character. Amy, how do you think Geraldine would react to getting a hot jet of cum pumped into her face?' At this, the long strand of precum and saliva finally broke, slithered down the valley of her magnificent tits, and dangled down.

A girl dressed in the tight white latex outfit of a nurse pursed her pretty lips together and considered the question. 'Umm... she'd enjoy it?'

'That's right, she would. So how could you communicate that to the audience?'

'She could play with it?'

'Very good. Anything else?'

The other girl overlooking the scene piped up. 'She might suck the cock a bit more miss.'

The teacher nodded, 'that's right. So we have plenty of ideas. And you, Rachael, be thinking of how Mrs Prentice would behave in this situation, and after I've taken this facial, I want you to do exactly what you think your character would do. Ok, Jack, when you're ready, blow your load in my face, please.'

Jack had continued to pump his cock throughout his teacher's speech and was evidently close to doin just that. The teacher posed with her face no more than a couple of inches away from his dick and looked up at him. Abruptly, Jack let out a strangulated cry and arched his torso backwards as a giant jet of sperm shot out of his dick and arced over the head of his teacher, landing a good seven feet behind her on the sheets of the hospital bed. The teacher tutted in annoyance at his wayward aim, but as she rolled her eyes theatrically at the waste of jizz, another blast nailed her directly in the face, a terrifically forceful jet that splashed the bridge of her nose and splattered both her eyes. This had the effect of temporarily blinding her as a messy fusillade of cum leapt from Jack's cock into her hair and onto her forehead. Slightly disoriented, the increasingly cum-drenched teacher could only laugh as the thick jizz progressively erased her features, opening her mouth wide to allow a sticky spider web of white fluid to develop, linking her top and bottom lips. She wilted helplessly under the jets of come and collapsed into a fit of giggles. Huge blobs of semen dribbled from the teacher's chin onto her breasts as she attempted unsuccessfully to open her eyes.

The students were laughing too, appreciating how their teacher's decorum had been destroyed by a well-aimed welter of cum. It was almost inconceivable that the amount of jizz could have come from one set of balls. Jack, still fisting his tool, recovered from his exertions and joined the laughter. 'Sorry Miss,' he said, 'I've messed you up.'

'That's ok Jack, just make sure you save some for our opening night, Now, where's Rachael? I can't see anything.'

'Here Miss'

'Rachael, will you go to work on me, please, just as your character would. Just imagine you have the entire school watching you. There's plenty to play with, so use your imagination!'

Rachael tottered over and knelt in front of her teacher. She took Jack's protruding, still spasming dick in her hand and started to use it as a spoon, first scooping all the accumulation of spunk from her teacher's chin, smearing it over the head of the member and slurping off the messy load. After that, she gripped her hand round the veiny shaft and slapped it cheekily into the face of the gorgeous cumslut in front of her, first into her mouth, then around her cheeks and at one point gently plopping the large head over her teacher's eyesocket, plastering her eyelashes together an sloppily cementing the lid closed. By the time Rachael had released Jack's cock and let it flop downwards, lots of smeary ropes of jism joined it to the teacher's face, and she had fun slurping them away.

'Mmm,' said the teacher, 'if I could only see this, I bet it looks sexy as hell.' She finally managed to open her eyes and was confronted by Rachael's pink tongue lapping her way down her chin and onto her breasts. Rachael had somehow contrived to get nearly as messy as her teacher, and as she looked up from sucking a long pool of cum that was sliding inexorably from the underside of her boobs, a slimy strand slithered off her teacher's chin and slapped onto the end of her nose, causing her to giggle.

'Well,' said the drama teacher, 'it just goes to show, not matter how prepared you get for a facial, you can always get surprised.'

Next to Ian, Miss Taylor cleared her throat. Everyone looked to where they were standing over by the door. 'I've brought your relief, Miss Johnson. Mr White here can take over the rest of the lesson for you.'

The delectable Miss Johnson sucked an errant drop of cum from the end of her finger. 'That's a shame,' she said, winking naughtily at the remaining boys, 'I was just getting started. Well, I'm out of here, class. Be good for Mr White.'

Miss Johnson got to her feet, with Rachael still on her knees idly fondling Jack's cock. She slung a PVC jacket around her shoulders and came towards Ian and Miss Taylor. 'We're rehearsing the Joe Orton play What the Butler Saw,' she said to me. 'A slightly altered version, I understand, but the changes we've made show a certain joie de vivre, wouldn't you agree, Mr White?'

Ian stood dumbfounded, gazing at the stupefying amount of cum plastered all over her face and tits. He could even see the white streaks of jizz nestling in her hair as he groped for a response.

'It looks good from where I'm standing,' Ian managed, moving aside from her as she opened the door. Miss Taylor checked her before she left the room, reached out a gloved finger and lifted a tiny tendril of come that dangled underneath her chin, and licked it off: 'No point in this stuff going to waste,' she said.

'Why don't you come and help me clean up properly?' Miss Johnson asked.

'I think I will. Mr White. Enjoy the rest of the lesson. I'll be back before the end to give you your full day's timetable.'

With that, the two women walked out of the door. Apparently Miss Johnson's cumfaced dishevelment was nothing to be overly concerned about. Ian watched them disappear down the hall, closed the door, and faced his class.

'Well, what's next?' he said. Amy immediately thrust a copy of the play at Ian, curvy tits jiggling inside her latex nurse's uniform. 'Perhaps we could do the end of the play, sir?' She indicated a section of text. 'If you could read through it, we'll take up our cues. It's the part where they produce an, er, part of the statue of Winston Churchill.'

Ian took the copy of the play from the cute student, looked at the speech and read, 'The Great Man can once more take up his place in the High Street as an example to us all of the spirit that won the Battle of Britain.'

He looked up. Amy had repositioned herself on the hospital bed, legs akimbo. Ian could see her gently stroking her gorgeous little pussy. He read the stage directions. 'SERGEANT MATCH takes from the box and holds up a section from a larger than life-sized bronze statue. Deep intakes of breath from everyone.'

Ian looked up again. One of the boys had indeed produced an enormous dildo from a box and brandished it at Amy, who put her hands up to her cheeks in mock-horror. The expression on her face was priceless.

He read on, 'how much more inspiring if, in those dark days, we'd seen what we see now. Instead we had to be content with a cigar -- the symbol falling far short, as we all realise, of the object itself.'

Even before Ian had finished the speech a shriek of delight announced that the dildo had already fallen into service. The substitute teacher looked up to see Amy, with her tight white uniform hitched up over her thighs, plunging the huge prick deep into her pussy. That particular stage direction wasn't in the text. Neither was the way the boys as one opened their labcoats, produced a prodigious array of cocks and started jerking off.

This got Amy really hot, grinding and twisting the dildo in her cunt. Jack by this time had sat himself down, but Rachael, who had finished cleaning him off put herself to good use, kneeling down in front of two of the boys and massaging their balls. By the time she brought her mouth into play and started sucking on a pair of balls, Ian had lost interest in the play. With a cock in each hand and another in her mouth, she started to control the situation. This seemed unlikely, because each of the dicks was, to be frank, enormous. The one in her left hand couldn't have been smaller than ten inches, bulging obscenely with huge veins throbbing out of the massive shaft; Rachael rapidly jerked the full length of it, eliciting appreciative groans from the boy.

Amy had one eye on her friend's performance and the other seemingly on Ian. Noting his interest, she stopped fucking herself momentarily, rose, and walked towards Ian with the dildo still protruding from her sweet little cunt. Transfixed at this eighteen year old vixen walking towards him, Ian felt unable to move.

Rachael by now had industriously gathered all three picks and had them pressed together with her hands wrapped round the outside, so that it looked for all the world like she was jerking one enormous giant cock, one huge, pulsating, membranous mass of tumescent flesh. She spat gobs of saliva to lubricate the massive monstercock, and the efforts of that and the glistening precum leaking from each of the dicks resulted in a stream of fluid coating her hands and dripping onto the floor.

Meanwhile, Amy twitched the dildo in her pussy for her teacher's benefit, showcasing the tightness of the muscles of the walls of her honey box. 'Like what you see, sir?' she said. 'What about a cameo appearance in the play?'

Ian was torn. There was no question that this school was a different proposition entirely to what he was used to, but his status was still unclear. Other schools Ian had been in stipulated that you weren't allowed to touch students, but this, though a student, was a young woman, not a little girl. And she was practically begging him to fuck her. "Is that really allowed?" Ian asked, choosing his words carefully.

"Oh please," Amy rolled her eyes, "you saw what Miss Johnson did to Jack."

"Do you really think that only the boys are viable targets for the teachers'?" Amy went on, and stabbed her pussy onto the giant dildo while using her elbows to press her equally gigantic bosom outwards and together.

Ian was about to propose a response, but decided to wait so as to not have to compete with the loud groans coming from the three boys being serviced by Rachael.

"Well..." Ian began, once the boys stopped being so loud in expressing their primitive signs of content at how Rachael used her mouth and hands to pleasure them, "I suppose that I thought..."

"A very chivalrous attitude," Amy interrupted him, "but fully wasted on sluts like me and Rachael."

Baffled at the obvious pride with which Amy described herself as a slut, and even more so when the delicious teenage slut-nurse added "Can I please see your cock, Sir?", it was his own reply to her, "Alright, but lick that dildo clean first" that really flummoxed Ian.

Squealing out her delighted consent to her new teacher's command, Amy rapidly pulled the long dildo from her frothing slit and hoisted it upwards to press against her latex-clad bosom.

Ian, having been hit by several drops of Amy's honey as a result of her spirited handling of the dildo, watched on in silence as the magnificent teen slut used one hand on the dildo's bottom to balance it in front of her tits while using her other hand to undo the top of her fetish-nurse outfit, the shining material covering her tits finally falling apart as she pulled the zipper on the front all the way down to her belly-button, revealing her massive breasts and the topmost area of her fit stomach.

Little of her body now concealed in any way, Amy went on to open her mouth and stick out her tongue, the tip of which was soon dancing over the thick top of the long, fat dildo.

At this point Jack had been forced to dig his fingers into the bed in order to try to obey Miss Johnson's order of him not shooting any more of his jizz before show-night, his cock agonizingly hard as he watched Amy stuff the dildo into her mouth and noisily suck it clean of her own juices.

Ian was in a similar state as Jack, and found it increasingly difficult as Amy, lovingly hissing out a "Watch this", lifted the dildo up to her face and began to run her tongue along its length while holding it diagonally.

"There," Amy said with a smile once she judged that the fuck-staff had been completely cleansed of her juices, "can I please get to see your cock now?"

His moral qualms about what was happening fading rapidly, Ian heard himself ask Amy "Should a teacher really be forced to undress himself in the students' presence?" and watched the sultry eighteen-year old sauntering in close to him.

Amy immediately brought one hand to the fly of Ian's pants, but a "No no, start with the shirt" from Ian made her abandon it and it was with a look of disappointment and curiousness on her face that she moved her hands over his abdomen up to the collar of his shirt.

Exposing Ian's chest before sliding the sleeves of the shirt off his arms, thereby relieving him of the garment, Amy was nearly foaming at the mouth as she once more steered her hands and her eyes towards the appealing bulge at the front of his pants, but a "Wait" from him, followed by a nod at what was happening behind her made Amy turn her head.

Thanks to Rachael's skilful worshipping of their erect cocks the three boys were now grunting in a synchronized and very steady rhythm, each of them standing with their eyes shut and their mouths wide-open as Rachael worked her way back and forth in clockwise fashion, again and again gagging herself on each of the three long, thick pricks, the young teen cocksucking slut attached to the trio of stiff dicks that pointed at her face with strands of precum and saliva that dangled jauntily in the air.

"Oh my," Amy cooed as she eyed the three boys, "Rachael is in for a treat."

Barely had Amy closed her plump lips after speaking before one of the boys proved her right by beginning to spasm as a thick squirt of jizz came flying out of his pisshole to smack against Rachael's right cheek, the bolt of thick fluid cascading outwards upon the explosive impact, pearly droplets strewing everywhere, so splashing over her eye and bejewelling her lustrous eyelashes.

The boy in the middle came not more than three seconds later, his throbbing member releasing a torrent of cum that projected in a splattering fusillade down all over the skin-tight surface of Rachael's black PVC outfit, whereupon the last boy of the trio joined in and began to hose her hair with long, powerful jets of jizz.

Frantically tugging the zipper of her outfit down so that her tits would be subjected at least part of all that cum being pumped out by the three studs, Rachael used her other hand to tug the narrow bottom of her outfit away from her pussy, after which she was able to stick three of her digits into her sopping hole.

When the triple cumshot ended, after a period of time which stretched much longer than what Ian thought normal, it had become extremely difficult to see the border between Rachael's outfit and that of her glistening skin due to the vast amounts of cum that had been deployed on her in ample squirts and jets.

Watching in awe how Rachael wasted no time in forcing her own tits up to her mouth so that she could begin to sample the cum slithering down over the two bulging globes of taut, sultry tit-flesh, Ian could hear a metallic noise and realized that Amy had now pulled his fly down.

Seconds later, Amy let out a surprised shriek as Ian's cock came prodding out of his undone pants, his member proving to be much larger and thicker than she had dared to hope for.

It was with a distinct tremble in her voice that Amy remarked to Ian that "Fuck, your cock is even bigger than Jack's!"

Since Amy had spoken quite loudly, all those present in the room turned to look at her and Ian and be instantly amazed at the monster which Ian had been hiding in his pants. The first to utter a noise after Amy was Rachael, who let out a rough groan through gritted teeth as the sight of Ian's cock triggered the orgasm that she had been fingering herself in pursuit of.

His attention caught between how Amy had begun to run her hands over his cock as if to see if it was actually real and Rachael involuntarily shaking her body as she climaxed, Ian didn't note the mixture of envy and admiration with which the four boys viewed him.

Dropping down on her haunches without losing touch with his cock for even a second, Amy kept on touching the turgid member while throwing her head back and looking up at him with a most adoring look upon her face. Ian's cock was huge, swollen, and hard as a cast-iron bar sticking rigidly out of his groin, the head throbbing inches from the boobed teen's face. Ribbed with thick veins and looking almost muscular, most noticeable was an immense dorsal vein on top of the teacher's swollen penis that lay all the way down the shaft. It branched off into multiple veins as it approached the enormous, smooth, bulbous head.

"Tell me," the delicious-looking blonde teenage-slut spoke slowly, "how would you like to take me first, Sir?"

'You can suck on these,' said Ian, releasing his balls from the confines of his trousers, the big heavy testes dropping into view of the excited blonde self-confessed slut on her haunches in front of him.

'No cock for you until you go to work on my balls.' He took his dick in his right hand as if to prevent Amy from acquiring any undue familiarity with the organ before the appropriate time.

Amy smiled with relish, and gave Ian a look which he interpreted as 'thank you,' before leaning forwards and nestling her head underneath his groin. Nuzzling away, Amy slithered her tongue and lips over the smooth exterior of Ian's shaved ballsack, before slurping one of the big testes into her mouth. It felt warm as she sucked hard on the left one, gathering the gland with her agile tongue and polishing it with the copious amounts of saliva her mouth was producing. Spitting out Ian's left testicle with an ostentatious splutter, Amy immediately engulfed the other in her sloppy maw and gave it similar treatment. When Amy spat that out too and popped her jaw as wide as it would go in order to suck on both Ian's balls at the same time, the substitute teacher's capacious ballsack and oversized testes making her cheeks bulge out, Ian let go the heavy pillar of flesh and dropped it on the big-titted blonde's face. The underside of the immense, meaty cock slapped against Amy's unturned face with a wet splat and slowly slid down one side of it. Amy winked at him, her cheeks still comedically engorged. Taking more care, Ian repositioned the trunk of his big dick in a line across her nose and forehead, a good few inches of the pink, vein-ripped flesh and purple head protruding into the air.

By now Rachael had recovered from her orgasm and had made it over to Ian and Amy. She held the sides of her cumsplattered face in mock-angst as she saw the dimensions of her teacher's cock.

'Sir, this is fucking huge...' she said, her jaw hanging slackly open. Ribbons of cum were attached to it and the flaps where she had pulled the topmost portion of her black latex uniform open were clinging to her big firm tits with glossy strands of jizz. 'It's bigger than our prop. And we chose that because it was so big!'

To illustrate her point, Rachael pulled up the giant dildo that Amy had cavorted so lustfully with earlier, and stuck her plump lips around its tip. After she had licked it suggestively, she continued, 'your monster dick made me cum just by looking at it. What would it do if it went inside me...?'

The four boys were trying to recover from the monstrous orgasm that the cumpainted little minx had conjured from them, and were loitering around the bed and watching Amy go to work.

Rachael withdrew the dildo from her mouth at Ian's command. 'Put that up this little slut's ass and help her suck me.'

Rachael smirked, and slunk down to the floor where Amy's perfect ass was squashed against her calves and placed the dildo against the blonde's tight sphincter, drawing a muffled sound of delight from the blonde playnurse.

'Put it in,' said Ian.

Rachael did so, forcing the spit-lubed cock up Amy's ass, the implement's intrusion spearing through the puckered ring of muscles to elicit this time a louder sound of carnal enjoyment from the blonde.

'Now take it out,' said Ian.

Rachael did so.

'And now put it in again,' Ian said with a smile, as Rachael got the message and began to rhythmically fuck her sexy blonde friend's teenage ass with the bulky cock. Concentrating on driving the latex dildo into Amy's asshole, at times her spirited thrusts meant that maybe an inch or so of the near-footlong phallus protruded from the big-titted actresses' tightest hole, which she prized back out with the tips of her fingers and plunged back in mercilessly.

After a while, Rachael could stand it no more and stood, up, leaned over and helped her friend fellate her teacher, taking the heavy blunt tip of his huge cock spearing over Amy's head into her mouth. Despite Rachael abandoning her post behind Amy, Ian didn't feel like reprimanding her for her impetuous behaviour, on account of how good her mouth felt as she slobbered it all over the bulging tip of his cock if nothing else.

Amy meanwhile wasn't any less good at drawing gasps and moans from Ian than her brown-haired friend, her lips currently locked around his right testicle while her nimble fingers caressed the insides of his thighs. A hearty student, Amy wasn't the sort to be distracted by the massive dildo which Rachael had left buried to the hilt within her anus, even if the way in which the massive piece of hard glass moved each time that she moved a muscle in her legs did provoke a gust of hot air to exit her lungs and serving to heighten Ian's arousal further as it proceeded to hit his smooth balls.

His balls covered with saliva and his cockhead glistening wet as a result of the girls' efforts, the most substantial consequence of their spirited work was soon to reveal itself as Ian came closer and closer to orgasm, something which Amy could notice thanks to his heavy testes begin to pulse as cum was churned.

"Rachael!" Amy, spitting Ian's right ballock out of her mouth, cried out to alert her friend, but the darker of the two teenaged vixens was already aware of the imminent shower of cum which she was to receive thanks to the throbbing that had begun to affect Ian's turgid prick, making the hole thing appear even more obscene once she had popped it out of her mouth; reaching out proudly into the air and pulsing more vigorously than anything Rachael had seen before.

Somehow managing to ignore the unabashed sensations of pleasure which made any form of coherent thought extremely hard for long enough to register Amy crawling across the floor to get up next to Rachael, Ian struggled to keep himself back for long enough for her to reach her destination.

Just as the lovely blonde slut managed to get her shoulder up next to Rachael's, Ian declared with a guttural bellow that echoed through the large room that he had hit climax, and seconds later a torrent of cum followed; rocketing out of his cumhole and imitating a V as the fluid expanded in the air between his cockhead and the two girls radiant faces, allowing both of them to release surprised shrieks of joy as their faces were suddenly plastered white by his searing hot man-juice, their slack mouths suddenly taking it thick jizz while their facial features were gradually but rapidly erased under masks of cum.

With Ian being temporarily handicapped by the intensity of his orgasm, it was Amy who reached out, literally in the dark as her eyelids were caked shut by balljuice, and caught hold of his cum-spewing member, which she manipulated so that the cascade of sperm would be directed onto her and Rachael's tits, the two pairs of massive, taut globes soon being cross hatched with blotches of white and the ropes of cum which had previously been visible connecting the flaps of Rachael's dress with her tits now being reinforced with more gluey cum.

Flabbergasted and motionless, the four boys watched their two female classmates giggling as they found themselves on the receiving end of a truly epic cumshot.

His ejaculation finally over, Ian gasped and opened his eyes, pearls of sweat trickling down his forehead and cheeks.

At this, the bell went, signalling the end of the first period.

Panting hard, looking down, Ian couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. Under his aegis, the rehearsal of the upcoming play 'What the Butler Saw' had not only been unfaithful to the text, but had stretched the concept of artistic interpretation to its very limit, broken it, and come out the other side absolutely saturated in cum. It culminated in what he beheld in front of him now: two giggling eighteen-year-old schoolgirls on their knees in front of him, engaged in a succession of deep, cum-filled kisses. Both of them were not only drenched in cum after his awesome ejaculation, having taken their facials like seasoned pornstars on their upturned faces, but the fact that neither of them had successfully removed every stitch of their PVC nurse outfits added to the whole aura of surreal debauch.

They were plastered in his jizz and were loving it, both of them still fighting to suck the last few drops of jizz from Ian's quivering member, even as the four boys around them busied themselves back from their stage-clothes into their school uniforms in readiness for their next lesson.

At this point, the door to the classroom opened. Ian froze, the proportion of gooey evidence on the two teenagers in front of him lapping at his cock enough to get him not only fired from most schools, but also disbarred from the profession and probably jailed too. He had prevaricated over getting involved in the saucy activities of the lesson, lured into doing so by an invite from Amy, a dildo-plugged student of scalding sexuality who was now a cumblasted mess at his feet.

It was not, however, a person that came through the door first, but a metal trolley which was eased into the room, its wheels rattling a little as they contacted with the floor of the drama studio. On top of the trolley were a variety of jars and bottles, with pills, lotions and potions filling each.

Pushing the trolley was a woman. The sluttishness of her attire, and her awesome beauty took Ian's breath away. She had dark, lustrous, cascading hair that streamed down her back. On top of her head was perched a PVC nurse's cap, shiny white with a large red cross emblazoned on the front of it, neatly pinned to her hair. Her face was achingly gorgeous, a perfect configuration of plump, ripe lips, high cheekbones, a cute nose, arched eyebrows and eyes imbued with a perfect and scalding sexuality.

She was wearing no actual clothes that Ian could detect, and instead had a white PVC apron on, shiny, white and skintight in the right places, loosely fastened behind her slender, elegant neck and lower down around her thin waist. Again, the front of this item of fetish wear was adorned with a large red X, though perhaps the most noticeable aspect of the garment was how it was being stretched from underneath, the whole thing tenting outwards absurdly, stretched out by two obviously mountainous knockers which thrusted from the bombshell's chest, the brunette sporting what looked like a pair of rock-hard bombshells protruding from her torso by what looked to be approaching more than six inches.

The apron was indecently short, and ended just a hair above her pussy, the delectable V of her pubic mound decorated by what looked to be a small area of pubic hair, trimmed and died in the shape of yet another X. The colour of her skin was a rich, deep bonze, and the top of her slender legs then gave way to a pair of white fishnet stockings. The awesome medical vision strutted into the room on a pair of white vinyl stripper shoes with killer heels and platform soles.

Ian's mouth went dry as what could only be the school nurse wheeled the trolley to the centre of the room, a few feet from where Ian was standing, his fists opening and closing, eyes boggling about the amazing slut that was in front of him.

Suddenly, a bolt of clear fluid whipped through the air from Ian's left and ended up smacking against the nurse's apron, where the fluid slowly dribbled down. Shocked, Ian turned to see one of the boys from the class he had just taught, groaning in the corner, his hand wrapped round his cockend, from which juices flowed.

The slut did not react other than to roll her eyes theatrically and smile at Ian.

'Hazards of the job...' she said.

'I'm sorry?' Ian replied, puzzled.

'Getting blasted with precum,' said the nurse, 'a hazard of the job, with so many... big dicks around.'

Ian gulped, not for the first time today. The nurse finished her sentence by directing her gaze down, to see Ian's own cock, protruding out from his body, the meaty staff drooling threads of cum from his pisshole onto the floor, the final remnants of his recent ejaculation. Things had picked up immediately since the nurse had entered the room, and the thick pillar of flesh had begun to twitch already, the signal of a return to full hardness.

'Speaking of big dicks...' said the nurse, eyes widening as she clocked Ian's dong.

She eagerly whipped a stethoscope from the trolley, immediately sunk to her knees in front of Ian, placed the buds in her ears and then put the end of the instrument so that it moulded against the firm, bell-shaped purple end of Ian's cock. Ian gasped.

'Hmmm,' said the nurse, 'sounds like an extremely healthy specimen... a good producer too...' she mused, with a wink and a nod to the way that the cum covered girls who had featured in Ian's last lesson.

Amy and Rachael were still swapping sticky semen between each other, even as they struggled to cinch themselves back into the black latex stockings and vertiginous platform heels that, for some inconceivable reason, comprised the uniform in what Ian was increasingly seeing as less of a school and more a hotbed of lascivious activity. Ian's two star pupils were still connected by the chin with a slender rope of cum as they passed him at the door, and went out into the corridor without the slightest concern about their appearance. They even light-heartedly compared the amount jizz that still clung to their hair.

Rachael, who had taken three cumshots simultaneously, had her brown tresses heavily matted with the stuff.

As his last class made their way out of the door, Ian found himself alone with the busty babe.

'Still,' said the nurse, 'I think you might deserve a cocktail to give you a bit of a boost...' at this, she go back to her feet and tottered on her heels over to the trolley, whereupon she started to open a couple of the jars.

'Excuse me,' said Ian, feeling not for the first time that he was not operating according to the same logoc as the world around him, 'but who are you?'

The nurse looked back at him, 'I'm Nurse Pennyweather. I take care of all the medical needs of our students and staff here.'

'I had sort of guessed that,' said Ian, 'but I mean... what are you doing here now?'

'I should have said,' said the Nurse, popping a couple of pills into a plastic cup, 'Miss Taylor sent me. She's got caught up with something big at the moment and wasn't able to get away, so she send me to tell you what you're teaching next.'

'Ah,' said Ian, 'good.'

'Yes,' said Nurse Pennyweather, 'you'll actually be in here again. You'll be teaching drama again, just with a different group to the last one...'

'I see.'

'Yes. It's quite important actually. It's the group that are going to be performing the school play.'

'And what play is that?' said Ian, wondering how far his very limited experience of drama would be able to serve him in his teaching today.

'A Midsummer Night's Cream.'

'I'm sorry?'

'I said, A Midsummer Night's Cream, Mr White.'

Ian furrowed his brows, not wishing to gainsay the gorgeous vixen in front of him, or cast any aspersions as to whether the ditzy slut hadn't perhaps got a little mixed up.

'Isn't that... I'm sorry, but surely you mean A Midsummer Night's Dream?'

'Oh, I think I know what I mean, Mr White,' said the Nurse, smiling her most lascivious smile yet. Placing the container with the accumulation of pills that she had selected back on the trolley, she reached onto the lower shelf and pulled out a glossy sheet of a4 paper, giving it to Ian.

'I brought this along, to give you a little idea...'

Ian unfurled the paper. He gasped.

It was a promotional poster, professionally done, with the words 'A Midsummer Night's Cream' at the top. The word 'cream' was designed to replicate the way, Ian could only imagine, that the word would look if it had been made from a cartoonish dollop of cum, the letters dripping at the bottom.

The poster was primarily a high-resolution photograph.

It featured a girl on her knees in the middle of the poster, with the biggest, most over-inflated boobs he had ever seen in his entire life. They were a pair of monstrously sized airbags that literally ballooned out of her chest, enormous, gleaming spherical globes capped with small neat nipples. If Ian had thought that Nurse Pennyweather's tits had been bombshells, these were nuclear warheads.

The girl was dressed in a conglomeration of white fetish latex and PVC. Her tits were completely bare, of course, but she had a cream-coloured latex corset adorned with studs and buckles around her waist, a thin white shiny thong, and a pair of tight, knee-length white vinyl boots on with laces up the split sides. She was amazingly beautiful, and was staring out of the picture with a look of pure lust and triumph on her face. There was a tiara in her blonde hair.

She was holding her hands up in line with her head. She had white shiny skintight latex gloves on that went all the way up her arms, and both of her hands had something gripped tightly in them. Ian gulped as he realised what it was. Both of the girl's hand were gripped around the flesh of two ballsacks, underneath which, two enormous, shaved ballsacks the size of footballs were hanging, both seemingly bulging from internal pressure, testicles the size of melons ballooning from inside. The massive, pendulous, cum-filled containers were gleaming, whilst above, Ian saw two gigantic, hugely engorged and turgid pillars of flesh, mapped and ridged with bulging veins and capped with immense, mushroom-shaped tips, standing and pointing upwards. The penises were both at that exact instant ejaculating, and a spray of white semen was jetting from each, the two bolts of semen meeting together above the slut's head, a big splash of the sticky fluid suspended in mid-air.

Both of the men's bodies were hugely muscled, gleaming with sweat, and both of the models were wearing donkey's heads, the only thing in the picture which Ian could see that marked the thing out as having anything to do with Shakespeare's play.

Picked out in small picture bubbles around the main picture were other characters. One was named 'Bottom', and Ian could see, though the picture was not as large as he would have liked, a girl in profile to the camera wearing wet-look leggings with a vast, globular booty sticking out behind her, which gave her a quite astonishing view from side-on. In another place another similar photo simply had the word 'Fuck' (with the part of the letter 'F' which would have made it into a 'P' scribbled out. Above this photo was a deeply-tanned brunette dressed in a scandalously skimpy fairy outfit, her hands under her massive tits as if weighing them. Another picture was entitled 'Rude Mechanicals', which seemingly featured a set of large-muscled young men with vast, gigantic penises torpedoing out of their groins.

Ian finally looked up, 'I'm teaching this group...?'

'Oh yes,' said Nurse Pennyweather, 'It's a dress rehearsal. They're lined up outside.'

'Including this... girl?' Ian Said, gesturing at the huge-titted girl in the centre.

'Yes, now that's a pair of knockers, Mr White. Who else could play TIT-ania? Only just turned 18, she has. We're all sure she'll make it big.'

Ian was sure of that too.

'Now,' Nurse Pennyweather continued, 'I've made a small concoction of things here just to give you a fighting chance. Would you mind taking these pills please?'

Ian looked at the cup of pills as the nurse proffered it to him, 'what will they do?'

'Oh, like I said, just give you a fighting chance...' the nurse winked, 'down the hatch.'

Thinking 'what the hell,' Ian golloped down the pills, and was surprised to see the nurse immediately sink to her knees immediately, as she had done before.

'They're very fast acting...' she said, pressing the end of the stethoscope against his bell-end.

Ian felt a curious rumble, then a gurgle inside of him. He has the sense of things shifting around in there.

Suddenly, a huge spray of white, clear, sticky precum shot from the end of his cock, splurged through the stethoscope, through the tubes, out of the bubs and into Nurse Pennyweather's ears.

There was a glurping sound inside the nurse's head, and then instantly two sprays of the stuff spewed out of her nostrils.

Ian tensed. A glazed expression took over the nurse's face. Her eyes crossed a little.

Finally, she said, 'yes, more than a fighting chance, I think...' and in a dazed and indistinct way, stood up, gathered the trolley, wheeled it out of the room.

As the noise from the next class greeted him from outside, Ian looked down to see his cock beginning to grow...

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