Jody gets the attention.

Jody was determined not to be outdone in the race to get Ian’s cock inside her and advanced slowly to her teacher, closing the distance that she had just opened up between then with long, confident strides on her stripper heels, her bejewelled g-string still hanging loosely from her ankle which she didn’t bother to detach.

As she moved closer Ian was given the opportunity to properly observe the damage that his last few blasts of cum had done to the huge-titted brunette. When she had walked in, the tight black t-shirt had already been inordinately tight and had clung flush to her body like elastic, following every contour of her mindboggling boobs.

Now the garment was absolutely saturated and the effect was almost as though Jody had simply sprayed on the top. Now every curve of her knockers had had the top plastered stickily against them, the huge breasts protruding out of her chest like nuclear warheads, nipples clearly sticking out from underneath the t-shirt. The design itself that had been emblazoned on the front had been mostly obscured by the white goo that now adorned it. Jody’s enormous tits jutted out so far that Ian’s cum was dripping off the top of them like the ledge from which a waterfall fell.

‘Looks like your efforts ended up on my t-shirt after all, sir,’ Jody said, ‘though not quite in the way I had intended. That thing is a fucking cannon!’

Though appreciating her remarks, Ian was in something of a quandary. Having just evacuated his ballsack for the umpteenth time, he was as amazed as anyone when the huge fucktool sticking well over a foot out in front of him slowly started to disgorge another small blob of precum. Jody and Emma were both demanding to be assfucked, and there were god-knows-how-many students still waiting in the classroom behind the curtain, waiting to be graded.

‘Fuck!’ Jody exclaimed, taking Ian’s fuckpole in a strong grip, ‘look at the state of this room, and you’re still ready to go immediately!’

Jerking it, Jody elicited another jet of clear precum that leapt from the peach-sized head of Ian’s cock and squirted over her head, narrowly missing her face. Somewhere over the other side of the room, a row of books were spattered with the liquid.

At this point, Jody got on her haunches in front of Ian. The brunette slut’s boobs were so massive that Ian could feel her hard nipples pressing against his balls, the two huge orbs now throbbing inside his dangling ballsack. The huge trunk of his vein-ridged fuckstick stood like an impossible meat pillar in front of her face. Ian could see the reflection of the bulging cockend in the lenses of her dark glasses.

‘How about a blowjob, sir?’ said Jody, ‘I’ll make this piece of meat nice and wet so you can shove it in my ass…’

Whereupon Jody opened her mouth as wide as humanly possible and sank her face onto the enormous fuckstaff. Ian gasped as she enveloped him in her mouth, her dripping maw consuming his fuckmeat. Ian watched his cock disappear down Jody’s throat and was at a loss to explain where it had gone.

Jody released a gurgling sound and then let the heavy shaft plop out of her mouth. Ian’s fat, engorged length immediately dropped into the gap between her chin and cleavage, the tip of the oozing member prodding against her lower chin and the underside of the shaft nestled atop the indented valley between the t-shirt covered cleavage of the busty slut’s enormous breasts. Ian put his dick directly upon the point at which Jody’s face was imprinted on the fabric of the shirt and them grabbed her tits and pushed them together around his column of meat. They felt amazingly firm and there was very little give in the monstrous orbs, and he used the hard orbs to form a valley through which he sawed his meat. The wet t-shirt was a nice, slick sensation against his cockflesh as he did so, and Ian disgorged creamy white globules of cum-bolstered precum onto the shirt.

‘Emma,’ Ian said, ‘I’m sorry to leave you out, but I need your help.’

‘Yes sir,’ Emma said.

‘Could you please get hold of the clipboard and call the next name?’

‘Certainly sir,’ said Emma, looking for the clipboard on the floor. She found it next to a puddle of cum, just as Lexxxi was getting to her feet.

Ian took his cock from Jody’s boobs, slapped her in the face with it, the heavy head falling with a splat against her dark glasses and then span her around, fitting his dick into her accepting asshole as Emma found the clipboard and called out the next name.

‘Tabitha!’

It was inconclusive as to whether anyone outside the room could have heard anything other than Jody’s shriek at her instant orgasm, and so Emma called the name again.