As one stud enters another one leaves

Just as Dr. Sinclair had concluded her initial remark, her gaze having been firmly fixed on Ian’s cock during the whole time that she’d articulated her short greeting of him in the most suggestive fashion possible, Ian became aware of her full, luscious lips started to tremble, their wet, shiny pinkness being brought home to him in an even more extraordinarily obvious manner as he watched how the trembles spread across her face until her eyelashes had started to flutter ever so softly and her eyes lost their sultry focus.

The wall behind Dr. Sinclair was suddenly streaked with a long rope of precum that exited Ian’s pisshole at full speed at the sound of the primeval scream that blossomed out of her mouth as she closed her eyes and threw her head back so that the silky tresses of her hair smacked against her back, the long burst of clear, transparent fluid that had raced out through Ian’s cumslit attaching itself to the wall and stretching itself out to run more than a yard in length as girlcum burst forth from Dr. Sinclair’s convulsing snatch, this flow of clear fluid being directed straight onto the man in front of her, who did nothing as the abundant release of girlcum washed over his chest and stomach, though quite a few of those currently gathered amongst the desks took note of how his cock seemed to throb with increased vigour as his sweat-covered skin was pelted with long streams of girlcum.

Dr. Sinclair’s whole being seemed to be quaking and convulsing now, her massive boobs jiggling against the belt wrapped around them with such might that it seemed as though the band of leather would finally snap at any given moment, her orgasm continuing on without interruption for quite a while longer, leaving Ian feeling quite out of breath and the man in front of her looking more and more as though he’d end up being covered from head to toe with her girlcum, some of which had now been distributed in thick, gleaming drops and snaking strands onto his shoulders and neck.

Finally, the quaking came to an end, and Dr. Sinclair’s body was released from the tension that had gripped it, to the point where she sank a little, which in turn drew a lustful shriek from her and a dark, needy groan from her lover as her doing so meant that the meaty tip of his turgid fuckmast had entered her pussy, its girth being enough to make her labia curve themselves around it, while long ropes of girlcum now dangled off the vein-corded trunk of his member and from his cum-bloated scrotum, though the ceaseless churning of his testes meant that most of the latter ones were quickly detached from the stretched skin of his ballsack and made to fall to the floor.

“Thanks, babe,” Dr. Sinclair said to the as yet anonymous man, her lips curling themselves up into a smile before her eyelids slid open to reveal the alluring sparkle in her eyes as she looked straight at the man, with the look that she sent him being enough to have him swallowing hard and cause a soar to run through the onlookers that were gathered to the left of Ian as the man’s cock ceased its throbbing and instead coiled itself upwards as it released a blast of precum so massive that it was possible to follow its progress through the length of his fuckpiece before it was entered into Dr. Sinclair’s pussy, making her let out another horny exclamation at the same as forcing a few final droplets of her orgasmic juices to exit her snatch and smatter against his thighs.

“Anytime, Vixen,” The man replied, still gasping loudly as Dr. Sinclair suddenly pushed her ass out behind her, to the effect of making his cockend leave her pussy to the sound of a smacking wet “Schloooorp!”, with his dick jutting up and down in the air for a few moments before its purple crown eventually smacked against the top of her pubic mound and left a wet imprint there to gleam against the backdrop of her richly tanned skin.

“Well fuck me,” Dr. Sinclair squeezed out as she placed both of her hands around the man’s cock while its position of having its fat, rounded front glued to her vaginal mound meant that his pisshole was aiming up at the underside of her ginormous boobs, her slender fingers wrapping themselves round the main body of his prong as best as they could, “all of that sweet pussy juice dangling from your monstercock, I’d love to lick up every last drop of it.”

“Feel free,” The man obviously wasn’t tired enough to desist from trying to goad Dr. Sinclair into giving him one last blowjob before he left, though her response was composed of nothing more than some soft shaking of her head and a warm, amused chuckle.

“Sorry honey, but one taste of your cock,” Dr. Sinclair began, gently caressing one of the man’s cheeks as she spoke, “and I’ll have to cram all fifteen inches of it up my ass before I let you go.”

She then gasped as the underside of her bulging knockers was thoroughly blasted with precum.

“Girls, I’d say it’s about time we all put our hands together for Mr. Longfellow,” Dr. Sinclair said, facing those on the receiving end of her lecture for a moment before glancing up at Longfellow once more and meeting his gaze, “I’m sure he’d stay behind and fuck every last one of you into monstercock-induced oblivion if he wasn’t so winded.”

The collective sound of several pair of hands being brought together for some very enthusiastic clapping drove Ian to finally turn his head away from Dr. Sinclair to finally get a good look at the students gathered amongst the tall, narrow desks, his powerful fuckpiece jerking violently in front of him once he’d gotten a good look at them. While he had been spellbound by Dr. Sinclair ever since Miss Taylor had sent him stumbling into the room, Ian now noticed for the first time that every last member of the group of assembled students was female, with the whole lot of them encompassing a grand total of thirteen of the bustiest and curviest, most gorgeous and most outrageously attired women he’d ever laid eyes upon, with their collective appearance driving home for him once more just how lucky he’d been to stumble upon the school.

Admittedly though, he wasn’t entirely sure of just how outrageously attired some of the young sluts were when it came to their clothing, as the vast majority of them were already quite liberally decorated with huge loads of cum, no doubt thanks to Dr. Sinclair and Mr. Longfellow, so that ten of them had jizz dripping from their tits and glued to their faces and midriffs, though that meant that the three beautiful young things who were seated in the room and all of which were obviously void of any sperm-based decorations looked a bit out of place in their current surroundings.

Case in point, next to one of the trio that had yet to be doused with copious amounts of balljuice, a blonde with a set of lips that were quite extraordinary and extremely captivating by any measure and high cheekbones that matched her mouth perfectly, sat another young woman, who like her classmates looked to be no older than eighteen or nineteen, this one a stunning black woman whose brown skin and jet-black hair were both a nice fit with the pearly whiteness of the ample supply of cum which had been distributed onto her in a pattern running from the top of her head down to just a couple of inches above her bellybutton.

The dark-skinned slut was richly blessed with a pair of huge, round knockers that didn’t look like it was far behind Laura’s and Dr. Sinclair’s, and she was wearing nothing in the way of a top or a bra, so that the only thing that kept them from being completely exposed was the dense network of cumropes that ran across them, with one particularly fat strand of balljuice coming down from between the massive, bulging orbs to dangle down behind the edge of the desk.

Being seated directly to the left of her blonde friend, the gorgeous young titqueen had a rope of cum which started out being attached to her right nipple, glimmering against the small, dark bud as it ran horizontally towards her left until it attached itself to her other nipple, then going on further still to the left and beginning to sag a little as it covered the narrow gap between that and the next desk, where it finally ended its journey being attached to the chin of a busty brunette whose chestnut hair was so richly streaked with cum that Ian thought at first that she’d toned her hair in different colours just like Dr. Sinclair.

As for the room itself, Ian didn’t have to look hard to note how peculiar it was that while an area starting at the wall behind her and reaching onwards to a few yards beyond the door through which he’d entered could, if one discounted the three of them and the streak of precum that he’d left on the blackboard, where it had poetically enough served to smudge the word “Monstercock” that was written on it a little, be considered to be practically identical to the pretty much any other one of the countless classrooms that were of a similar design. Beyond a certain point however, the classroom took on a much more overtly obscene air as thick ropes of cum were attached not only to the greater portion of the student-sluts seated there, but were glued to the windows and walls and which hung like soft, gently undulating stalactites from the ceiling.

The black girl with the jizz-coated boobs let out a girlish cry of approval when her chest was bombarded with a fat jet of precum that had come whooshing out through Ian’s cumslit and shot across the classroom.

“Alright, mate,” The sound Longfellow’s voice caused Ian to turn his head away from the class that he was now facing, with Ian noting that the other man was now behind and to the right of him, facing the door and with Dr. Sinclair leaning against him so that the underside of her chin brushed against his left shoulder and her colossal boobs stood far enough to block most of his chest from view, “good luck to you.”

“Thanks,” Ian answered Longfellow’s curt nod with one of his own.

“Ah, male camaraderie…” Dr. Sinclair cut in, addressing them both in a cheerfully cheeky sort of way before speaking directly to Longfellow, “Right Adam, think you’ll be able to get some rest?”

“Sure…” Adam replied, sounding a little tense and having his gasping return as Dr. Sinclair once again wrapped her fingers round the trunk of his cock.

“Or is your cock going to get so hard and your balls so bloated from thinking about me that you’ll have to find some other slut and fuck her every hole till she’s a sweating, squirting, screaming mess?” Having posed that question, Dr. Sinclair then employed an expert touch in how she gave Adam’s schlong one light jerk, that single flick of her wrist being enough to send him crashing over the brink to another ejaculation so that a whopping long streak of white suddenly burst forth from his cumslit and rushed at high speed towards the door.

The bolt of cum hit the door with such **** that it slammed it wide-open and came to within an inch of knocking it off its hinges, so that it crashed into the other side of the wall amidst a symphony of wowed gasps and sighs from the seated sluts.
“Oh look,” Dr. Sinclair went on, speaking to Adam despite the face that he most likely couldn’t really pick up what she was saying in his current state, “you’ve found one already.”

Curious as to what exactly it was that the scantily clad, fantabulously sexy super-slut was referring to, Ian looked in the same direction as she and found himself glancing out through the doorway at Miss Taylor, whose ass was pressed against the wall behind her as she stood with her legs bent and her back slumped forwards a little, a deeply erotic expression glued to her face as she played with one of her erect nipples with one hand and used the other to pump three fingers in and out of her gushing honeypot.

Ian had just enough time to register how Gina was looking straight ahead before the next jet of cum from Adam sailed through the doorway and smacked into her face, gluing itself to it in a line that ran down the bridge of her nose and across her lips before the last of it was left to swing off her chin.

Grabbing hold of his cock as Dr. Sinclair let go of it and starting to jerk it in slow, firm thrusts, Adam proceeded to walk towards Miss Taylor, having bombarded her with four more supersized eruptions of jizz before he’d even exited the classroom.

“I’d say he just caught his second wind,” Dr. Sinclair observed of Adam as he stepped past the threshold to tower over Miss Taylor, who had cum dripping off her face and onto her boobs as she hurried to get on her haunches in front of him.