Ian’s participation is declared a success

“Ah, yes… Mr. Longfellow insisted that I include this one,” Vixen explained as the screen changed to display a picture of her, completely naked and with her hands being used to push her mountainous boobs together as she sat straddling the man whose abdomen took up the lower part of the picture, with the angle of the shot ensuring that Ian and the girls all could make out how her pussy lips were clamped against the man’s pelvis as the whole length of his cock was swallowed up into her honeypot, “he’s the photographer.”

“Apart from being a clear example of his photographic prowess, even in the face of my hot, soaking wet little pussy milking his big cock in a way that got his balls beating hard enough to bruise his thighs, you might argue that this particular snapshot doesn’t have all that much to do with the purpose of this master class,” Vixen continued on, while Ian meanwhile found that the perspective of the picture meant that it was frightfully easy for him to picture himself in Adam’s place, and the thought of what it would be like to have the statuesque, supremely sensual vixen now standing just a few inches away from him riding him as hard and as fast as she could resulted in him scanning the classroom with an intent look on his face.

“But I did feel that this picture, if it doesn’t do anything else, clearly illustrates that while this school’s focus on revealing clothing and evocative outfits that have all be conceived and designed to be either suggestive, or just downright slutty, there remains something to be said for showing up on a guy’s doorstep completely naked and calmly tell him to get his cock out and flip you round so he can ram it up your a…”

Vixen had to pause her commentary on the picture of her riding Adam with an ecstatic look upon her face when her words prompted Ian to unleash a soaring jet of precum, though this one wasn’t directed at her.

Whilst surveying the classroom a few moments earlier, doing so whilst highly conscious of the building pressure in his ballsack that seemed like the inevitable consequence of being within ear- and eyeshot of Dr. Sinclair, Ian had found himself gazing at an almost ridiculously beautiful young blonde who for some reason reminded him of someone.

For some reason, there was something about her high cheekbones, her lush, red lips, the piercingly erotic gleam in her eyes as she looked back at him and the combination of her bronzed, spotlessly smooth and creamy skin and shimmering, almost golden hair that left Ian feeling that he’d seen her someplace else, even if he was sure that they hadn’t met before.

The busty blonde, her boobs seeming like they were simply a little fuller and firmer than those of her classmates, perhaps even to the point where she could measure up to the likes of Laura and Vixen, sounded familiar too, Ian thought as he took in the ecstatic shriek that she produced upon having him bombard her cleavage with the two generous blasts of precum that came at her in rapid succession.

The blonde vixen was wearing a very skimpy bikini-type top, made from a material that sported a snow leopard-print of black dots on white and being so thin that it was practically see-through, and the way in which the two crescent-shapes halves of it clung to the outside of her ginormous knockers meant that the garment managed to pass through the hail of precum and come out on the other side relatively unscathed, which couldn’t be said of the exposed centre of her chest. That instead had been liberally doused with copious amounts of Ian’s precum, the clear, viscid fluid sticking to the voluptuous cleavage of the blonde’s toffee-tanned tits, slowly seeping down between the two fantabulously large orbs in the direction of her toned midriff, a deeply lustful and highly evocative moan coming from her at the feel of Ian’s precum inching its way across her skin.

“A penny for your thoughts, Mr. White,” Vixen teased Ian, though her voice couldn’t quite conceal how affected she was by the sight of him standing there, clutching his mammoth fuckpiece in a tight grip and aiming it out into the classroom.

“Did I get you thinking about Miss Hart?” Seconds after she’d sent Ian that question, Vixen was cooing at the blast of precum that shot from his widened cumslit and cut across the classroom, travelling beyond the first two rows of desks before crashing into the blonde’s already glistening wet boobs with such **** that droplets of the translucent fluid were sent ricocheting off her breasts to scatter across the desk in front of her.

A few specks of precum even hit the dusky brunette who was seated next to the blonde and who, unlike her friend, was already generously painted with ample amounts of jizz, all thanks to Mr. Longfellow no doubt, landing primarily on the side of the right one of her huge tits as the spherical orb stood out far in front of her, only barely contained by the skimpy pink top with the phrase “Cumshot diva” written on it in sparkly letters that she had on.

“Or maybe I conjured up a picture of Miss Hart and me both standing on your doorstep, pleading desperately for you to fuck us, hmm?” Vixen purred at the same time as she began sauntering towards Ian with slow, studied steps, the gentle sway of her juicy ass being so seductive that quite a few of the horny sluts currently in attendance found their attention drawn towards it, though they were soon made to feast on the sight of another fat bolt of precum bursting forth from Ian’s cock to cut its way across the classroom.

Since Ian had bent backwards a little during the last couple of seconds, the third release of precum which he sent flying at the blonde would go on to strike her in the face, its contents gluing themselves to her lips and chin, and to the bridge of her nose, stretching upwards so that the gleam of precum now present between her eyes would draw Ian’s gaze up to catch the scorching hot look that she was sending his way.

That look was enough to send a powerful ripple shooting through Ian’s rigid fuckmast, his balls now beating so vividly between his legs that the gathered sluts could almost hear it as another surge of precum cleared his pisshole just moments after Vixen had reached out and grabbed hold of his member.

Gasping at the feel of Vixen guiding his precum-spewing cock upwards, Ian watched in amazement how the supposedly brilliant scientist and undeniably superlative slut made it so that the latest blast of precum from him would shoot upwards, bounce of the ceiling, and the draw a girlish squeal of delight from the blonde when it smacked onto the top of her head.

“Now, if you’re quite finished playing with Miss Licks,” Vixen said, and a bell rang in the back of Ian’s head as he recalled the surname of that particularly extraordinary slut that he’d fucked and hosed with cum repeatedly during his brief tenure as an Art and Design teacher just a few hours earlier, “we can look at the next picture.”

“Not really,” Ian replied, already having decided that he was going to find out if this Miss Licks could give Lexxxi a run for her money when it came to being a cum-hungry, cock-crazed superslut, “but go ahead.”

But just as Ian and Vixen were about to turn their attention back towards the whiteboard, a soar ran through the class as Miss Licks shot up from her seat and allowed her hand to slip across her desk-partner’s shoulders on her way round in front of the desk.

Due to how the desks were positioned, there was nothing to obscure from Ian’s view how the bottom that Miss Licks had on matched her top when it came to its leopard-print and the sheer quality of its fabric, but was so utterly revealing in how tiny it was and how desperately it clung to her crotch that it made the top seem almost modest in comparison.

Being quick to register how the miniscule, vaguely triangular thong fit so snugly to Miss Licks’ pussy that he would probably be able to lick her pussy without first pulling it down her long, toned legs, Ian could hear Vixen moaning when his steel-hard cock twitched against her hand in response to how Miss Licks’ juicing honeypot had left her thong looking positively soaked.

Hopping up onto the desk, Miss Licks then duly spread her legs wide and leaned back far enough that Ian could just about make out her asshole as it appeared hemmed in between her glorious glutes and being provided with some highly lacking concealment by her thong before slipping her right hand down the front of her teeny underwear and making absolutely no effort to hide the fact that she was playing with her pussy whilst ogling Ian with her eyes narrowed into tiny slits through which she offered him a decidedly nasty and very evocative look.

“Very good, Vikki,” Vixen said in praise of Miss Licks’ behaviour, “a nice display of initiative.”

“Th… thanks, Dr. Sinclair!” Vikki cried back, her unsteady voice at least in part being the result of Ian’s cock swelling up against Vixen’s grip before sending another long streamer of precum at the boobed teen, this one scattering itself across the soft skin and hard muscles of her midriff to leave her bellybutton serving as the centre of a lurid display of precum gleaming against luxuriously tanned skin.

“Anyway, back to the next picture,” Holding on to Ian’s pulsing fuckmast, Vixen led him the short distance back to her computer, “though I doubt any of you girls will find much reason to tear your eyes away from Mr. White’s fabulous monstercock. And yes, it is just as nice to touch as it is to look at.”

“I hope it’s not too uncomfortable for you to stand like this,” Vixen addressed Ian, having placed him so that he was standing with one side towards the whiteboard and the other towards the classroom, meaning that he would have to turn his head to look at the screen, “but I think the girls will appreciate a profile-shot of your big dick.”

Ian nodded, and Vixen gasped as he bombarded her stomach with precum.

“Now…” Vixen was just about to reach out with her left hand to hit a key and bring on the next picture, her right one still wrapped tightly round Ian’s cock, when the increasing intensity of the moans, gasps and groans coming from Vikki caused her to pause.

“Hmm,” Speaking after her midsection had taken another outpouring of precum from Ian at point blank range as they both took in how Vikki seemed just moments away from orgasming, Vixen curled her lush lips into a naughty smile at the sight of the boobed teen bringing herself off by some feverish rubbing of her fingers against her snatch, “we’d better wait with that picture…”

Ian happily allowed Vixen to turn him so that his cock was once more pointing straight at Vikki, the busty scientist taking careful aim in how she lined up his domed cockend, even going so far as to close one of her eyes.

Vixen’s efforts in aiming Ian’s humungous cumtube was richly rewarded when the high-speed gush of precum raced forth to hit right at what she’d been aiming, to the effect of Vikki producing a delirious scream of raw lust and sexual fulfilment as having her thong-clad pussy blasted with a jet of precum that smacked against her spread fingers so hard that they were pushed tighter against her honey box was just what she’d needed to climax.

Vikki’s thong was instantly rendered so completed soaked by her orgasmic juices that they’d been drier if she’d taken a swim whilst wearing them instead, girlcum now pouring and squirting freely from her quim to rain onto the floor in front of her, rush forth along the insides of her spread thighs, and pour onto the desk, equipping the inside of her buttocks and the thin strap of cloth covering her anus with a thick, glossy layer of her juices in the process.

While she was busy climaxing, Vikki was treated to several more bursts of precum coming from Ian’s fist-sized cockhead to splatter against her face, boobs and stomach, all thanks to how Dr. Sinclair was aiming the colossal slab of fuckmeat with the sort of calm expertise that made it perfectly clear to whomever it might have concerned that she possessed ample experience when it came to handling massive, precum-producing monstercocks.

“Mr. White, I’m starting to suspect that your participation in my little master class is going to be a tremendous success,” Vixen decided once Vikki had jerked and bucked her way through her long and messy climax, “and that’s before you’ve bent me over and fucked my slutty ass.”

Vikki convulsed a little more and unleashed another ecstatic scream when her face was pelted with another dash of precum.

Ian was about to say something back, but was halted by Vikki threading her fingers through the little knots on her hips that was holding the waistband of her thong together, undoing them both at once through a synchronized flicker of her wrists, and act which sent the front of her thong falling forwards to drape itself across the desk and leave her bald, glistening pussy completely exposed.

“And do you know what? I think Vikki agrees with me,” Vixen continued as Vikki slipped her feet onto the floor and began to saunter towards the point where Ian and Vixen were standing, her discarded thong now clutched in her right hand.

Nodding her head at what Vixen had said and licking her lips at Ian’s gargantuan fuckpole, the tip of which was generously decorated with precum that slowly distended itself downwards, Vikki draped her thong across Ian’s dick and turned round, not saying a word before beginning the slow, suggestive walk back to her desk.

With his cock now held steady by one of his hands and one of Vixen’s, Ian released a surge of precum that went flying towards Vikki’s juicy ass.