As his breathing calmed down to a more normal level, he watched as Miss Ford gave Mr Johnson’s wilting cock one last lick as she tucked it back into his trousers.
"Time’s getting on" she said with a smile. "My girls will be wondering where I’ve got to if I don’t hurry up". She stood up, her breasts still coated in streams of spunk, which was starting to run down the sides.
"Let me clean you up, Kathryn" said Mr Johnson, groping in his pocket for what was presumably a handkerchief or packet of tissues.
"Oh no, you don’t," she replied, picking up her bra from where it had fallen onto the floor. "I want to remember this for the rest of the day". Shrugging the straps back over her shoulders, without further ado she slipped her still sticky breasts back into the cups. Globules of thick spunk oozed through the lacy holes and over the top. These she wiped off with her finger; raising it to her nose, she sniffed the salty aroma and purred in pleasurable recollection, before slipping the finger into her mouth and licking it off.
"Mmm, that’s sticky", she giggled, adjusting the fit by wiggling the cups of her bra. "I hope the kids don’t notice any damp patches". She sniffed up the scent again as she re-buttoned her blouse to cover up the evidence. Mick couldn’t help thinking that the smell of fresh semen would give her away, even if the spunk had dried a little by the time she got back to her class.
"Shit, Kathryn, I love you" said Mr Johnson, pulling her towards him again and kissing her.
"Careful," she laughed, "You’ll mess up my clothes again".
"When can I see you again?" he asked eagerly.
"Listen", she said" "I can get Susie to cover for me next Thursday – she likes looking after the Lower Fifth. If you can get cover too, we can have longer next time…"
"Ron owes me a favour" said Mr Johnson with a grin. "I covered for him when he was fucking the visiting French teacher last term".
"I didn’t know about that!" cried Miss Ford "I bet that was why she always looked a bit flushed last thing on a Wednesday! The little tart!"
"Tart yourself" smiled Mr Johnson, and squeezed her arse through her skirt. "See you later over coffee, then". And with a final kiss, they slipped out of the door.
Mick’s cock was still stiff; he stuffed it back into his trousers, and thought about what he had just witnessed. He liked Mr Johnson, and had no wish to get him into trouble, and Miss Ford was much too pretty for him to want her to be forced to leave. In any case, the chance of seeing something similar next week was too good to miss. Even if his ankle was better by next week, there was no reason for anyone at school to know, and he could make sure he was here again. But what he really needed was an excuse to get his girlfriend, Jenny, here as well; he quite fancied his chances if she got a look at some horny goings-on. He would have to think of something…
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