Gemma does her bit

Gemma was currently doing her bit for charity. This filled her with the spirit of generosity and good-will, but also as a by-product filled her with a selection of massive cocks and various vibrating devices. The school was currently in the middle of an internet-based phone-pledge marathon, the proceeds of which were going to various worthy third-world causes. The reality of this was that an area of the media-studies centre had been bedecked as a plush boudoir, complete with a luxurious chaise longue, and a padded, brightly coloured floor, perfectly lit.

Presently, Gemma was cavorting in the centre of all this, being filmed by Miss Griffiths. The video feed was being streamed live on the internet accompanied by a phone number that people could ring in order to get through to Gemma, and a disclaimer stating that proceeds from all the calls would go directly to charity. It was far more lucrative than a sponsored walk by some order of magnitude, with a numerical graphic flashing up on the screen periodically to indicate how much had been raised.

Gemma was certainly dressed for the occasion, wearing a fetish variant of a latex ponygirl outfit. The big-titted asian girl had donned a pair of shiny skintight arm length black PVC gloves and a matching pair of leg-hugging shiny latex stockings topped off with a pair of amazingly vertiginous black shiny stripper platform soled shoes. Crowned atop Gemma?s trademark funky purple hairstyle was a leather studded head-dress with a dyed purple ostrich feather plume sticking out of it, which tapered down into a series of slender leather strips that crisscrossed her body in the style of a harness, linked with slim metal clasps and hoops. Her enormous boobs protruded proudly through the midsection, flaring massively out of her slender waist.

Behind the camera, Miss Griffiths was occupied with filming the antics of Gemma, but that didn?t stop her from sliding her left hand down the waistband of her cutoff jeans, which were shredded to such a point that there was nothing left of the jeans themselves apart from the waistband and a minuscule amout of frayed and tattered material hanging down next to the zip. The head of media was also wearing a pair of over-the-knee leather stiletto heel boots and a pink figure-hugging mesh top that was just pulled up over her massive tits, the gleaming, solid orbs protruding out in front of her as she pointed the camera at the cavorting schoolgirl making goo-goo eyes at her.

Gemma was on her knees with the phone stuck to her ear with one hand, the other simulating the jerking off of a massive cock directly into her face, the busty teen sticking out her tongue demonstratively in order to embellish the illusion. In full flow of a particularly filthy monologue, Gemma was nearing the end of an hour-long session, whereupon she was set to be relieved by another of her fellow students. The girl, one Sasha Rayne, was idly sucking on a lollipop in kneesocks trimmed with pink fluff, white stiletto-heeled platform sandals trimmed with fake-fur and a tiny pink crop top no larger than a bra held together by a succession of laces in the middle. Her massive tits filled out the top in a more than impressive fashion, straining against the fabric, and the succulent curves of her cleavage could be seem underneath the severely-under-pressure laces holding the garment together.

?Uh-huh,? Gemma was saying into the phone, ?I?m your slut. Use me like I?m your slut. Take that fat fucking cock and smack it in my face. Do you like that? Do you like spanking me in the face with your cock? I?m gonna grad that cock that you?re pointing at me, spit on it and make it nice and wet and slowly stroke it until you feel like you?re gonna explode??

Naturally, the phonelines were jammed, but Gemma?s caller hung up abruptly when she twisted from her position on the fluorescent padded matting and got on her knees, presenting her astoundingly shapely posterior to Candy Griffiths and started to jiggle her asscheeks up and down, jiggling her glorious glute in a rhythmic frenzy. After this Gemma clenched her buttocks and then showed her muscular control by jiggling each cheek alternately.

Barely any time had elapsed before the caller had rung off before the phone rang again, and Gemma answered immediately, listening carefully to the caller?s instructions with a delicious and impish smile playing on her lips.

Since those not privileged to be on the other end of the phoneline to Gemma didn?t have the benefit of hearing what was happening ? that was, after the point of calling up ? everything occurring had to be conveyed by exaggerated pantomime. This suited Gemma, who listened to the new caller?s instructions with a broadening smile, and widening eyes, the slutty megaboobed asian minx finally covering her mouth with her hand. In no time at all, Gemma?s eyes narrowed into a slutty stare as she spat a wad of saliva into her palm as reached around to slowly drape the gluey fluid over her asshole.

Without much further ado, Gemma moved the phone from its position near to her ear and with exaggeration, placed it against the entrance to her ass. Pouting sexily as she slid the phone around the balloon-knot ring of muscles, Gemma slowly interposed the slim handset until it had widened tightest hole, and daintily fucked her ass a little with the phone, moving it in and out of her puckered ring in rhythmic increments. Giving quite a show, Gemma flexed her buttocks independently once more as she stared to ram the handset into her anal canal.

At this point, Nurse Pennyweather?s announcement filtered through the intercom system and Miss Griffiths took her hand from its position of teasing her pink pussy and drew a line across her throat, indicating to Gemma that her time was up.

Gemma took the phone out of her ass. At this point, Sasha took her cue and nestled down onto her knees next to the buxom young slut. Gleefully, Sasha tugged the phone from Gemma?s asshole, pushing it in and out a few times for good measure before withdrawing it, sharing a kiss with the purple-haired minx before putting the phone to her ear and taking the next call.

?Awful timing,? confided Gemma to Miss Griffiths, who shrugged.

?You were hot, sweetie,? said the teacher. ?We made lot of money.?

?It?s nice to do my bit,? said Gemma, fussily adjusting the relative heights of her PVC stockings at the juncture of her pussy before setting off for the Nurse.