A whole month had passed since Mr Hopper had arrived at Highrock and had spent the morning facefucking a room of beautiful students β as well as their busty teacher, Mrs Bloomers. He had also facefucked the school's headmistress, the gorgeous Mrs Savage.
Since then, the girls had been facefucked by 4 other students: Jack, Mike, Rhys and Callum. They never got the chance to swallow cum with Mr Hopper, so they invited the boys into the classroom and swallowed every last drop. It was even better for Jack β he had facefucked Mrs Bloomers and had returned a week later: she was teaching geography when he barged into the classroom, shoved her against the wall, pulled down her panties and shoved his cock up her ass. He had cum in her tight ass and spanked her red raw.
Nothing had happened since however, and the school had gone back to being relatively normal. Mrs Bloomers had tried to put things behind her and classes continued as normal. On Wednesday of that week, however, exactly one month since that day, things went down a bit differently.
The 14 students of Mrs Bloomers class entered the classroom and took their seats. They waited for their busty teacher to walk through the door. Five minutes passed and Mrs Bloomers was no-where to be seen. The classroom door suddenly opened.
A girl with long, brown, curly hair was standing there. "This is Mrs Bloomers class, right?" she asked.
The girls nodded.
"I got a message from the headmistress. She's having a meeting with Mrs Bloomers, so if you can just get on with your work, she'll be along later." The brown-haired girl smiled before closing the door and walking away.
"Huh" said Amy-Louise, "Wonder what that's about."
Sarah Hope looked around, "Doesn't matter. What time is he getting here?".
"Should be here any minute. When I phoned, they said he would be here before 9:15" replied Amy-Louise.
There was a knock on the classroom door. Amy-Louise beamed as the door opened and Mr Hopper stepped into the classroom.
"Hi Mr Hopper" said Amy-Louise.
"Hello there miss Louise, everyone." He replied.
Mr Hopper looked around. "Where is everyone? The BJA told me you wanted me to come in and teach some new students?"
Amy-Louise giggled, "I had to say that sir, or I doubt the BJA wouldn't have sent you. You are a teacher after all." She took a deep breath, "There's 4 members of staff here that we don't like. We were all hoping that you could give them a good seeing to. Shove that cock of yours down their throats?"
Mr Hopper smiled, "Very sneaky of you miss Louise. But yes, since you were all fantastic students, I will be more than happy to help."
"Cool." Replied Amy-Louise, "I snuck into the staff room last night and left some notes in the mailboxes. I'm sure everyone will be along soon."
Amy-Louise explained the situation to Mr Hopper, telling him which teachers would be coming and why the deserved their fate.
Five minutes passed and the first member of staff appeared: Miss Dover, the PE teacher. She was wearing a white T-shirt, her shorts that went just above her knees and she had her long, brown hair in a ponytail. Her breasts tried to escape their prison, looking as though they would burst through her T-shirt. 'That's what happens when you have massive tits' thought Amy-Louise.
Another few minutes had passed and the other 3 members of staff had appeared: Mrs Love, Miss Rain and Miss Cooper. Mrs Love was the busty librarian. She had her blonde hair in a bun, she was wearing thick glasses and had her usual knee-length skirt on and her golden shirt, almost bursting at the front, the buttons struggling to keep her shirt closed.
Miss Rain was the teacher from down the hall. She taught Amy-Louise's friend, Christie. Amy didn't have anything against Miss Rain herself, but Christie had told her that Miss Rain was very strict. It was time she loosened up a little. Miss Rain was wearing a pair of dark jeans and her blue shirt was tucked into them at the belt. Her hair was black and flowed down well past her breasts. It wasn't hard to work out that Miss Rain didn't have the biggest tits in the world. She still had a good pair on her, and they looked snug under her shirt, but when you looked over at Mrs Love, there was no comparison.