More lecture, more slides

‘And there was I thinking that these students signed up to receive a masterclass from the illustrious Dr Sinclair,’ said Vixen, smiling as Ian’s bolt of precum splattered against Vikki’s tanned, curvy buttocks, causing the young girl to release a husky coo of appreciation as she made her way back to her desk. ‘But I think I flatter myself. Looks like Messrs Longfellow and White are the ones giving the masterclass.’

The clear, gleaming fluid dripped off Vikki’s succulent asscheeks as she completed her short journey back to her seat, forming a rope as long and slender, sliding all the way to the floor, as the one that was currently roping from Ian’s dilated cumslit. Vixen reached her PVC gloved hand out and caught the thick, gluey ribbon of transparent fluid that was slowly cascading from Ian’s pisshole, twisting her hand around a little to twine the thick, syrupy rope around the shiny material that covered her hand, and lifted it to her mouth. The thick fluid fell away from her hand towards the floor in heavy, gluey strands, and the long line of precum that was pouring out of Ian’s cock and pooling onto the floor at his feet was barely interrupted, but Vixen still had a handful large enough to slurp down, the massive-titted doctor eyeing Ian hungrily as she did so.

Ian had one eye on this, strands of his precum hanging from Dr Sinclair’s chin as she gulped his issue down and winked at him (not for the first time), and the other on Vikki. When Vikki turned around and mounted her seat, it was apparent just how much precum he had blown all over her during the first few minutes of Vixen’s lecture, the gorgeous young blonde slut’s ripped stomach, trim waist, massive boobs and beautiful face all completely covered in shining precum, the transparent fluid sliding down her curves, off the underside of her tits and gliding over the etched contours of her abdomen.

The dusky slut on the seat next to Vikki, a gorgeous girl with coffee-coloured skin, big, jutting tits and a sleeve of tattoos on each of her arms, wasted no time in leaning over and slurping the precum that was dripping off the undersides of Vikki’s knockers. The filthy sucking sounds made their way over to the head of the classroom, where Ian was transfixed by the display of the sexy babe licking his precum from the bulging curves of the blonde’s massive tits, her tongue flickering over the tight, firm, tanned flesh and her lips smacking at the perfectly round surface.

‘That’s Tierra,’ Vixen noted for Ian’s information, while grasping hold of his castiron fucktube just underneath the bulbous head and starting to fist it purposefully, ‘she’s part Swedish, part Native American Indian, all slut…’

Saying this, Vixen coaxed a jet of precum that squirted from the tip of Ian’s veined member, shot through the air and drenched the ‘cumshot diva’ tube top that Tierra was wearing, plastering the saturated material against the bulging pair of globes sitting high and firm on Tierra’s chest. There was a suitably wet, squelching sound which accompanied the thick fluid smacking against the gorgeous slut’s immense tits.

‘Now,’ said Vixen, turning her attention to the keyboard, ‘I think we could resume the class if everyone is ready. Mr White…?’

Ian gulped, rolled his eyes to the tops of his head as a result of the expert pressure that was being applied to his cock by Vixen’s precum soaked gloved hand. A volley of precum ripped form his cockend and sailed over the heads of every single girl in the class, splattering against a poster on the rear wall of the classroom. The poster was a close up photo of a beautiful girl with her mouth wide open, looking at the camera as a giant cock spewed a stream of white, gooey sperm into her mouth. The caption said ‘PROTEIN: have you had yours today?’

Vixen smiled and tapped another key on the keyboard. Immediately, another slide came up on the PowerPoint, and the students in the class, along with Ian, transferred their attention to the front of the class, even as an unidentified girl released a low moan which was clearly appreciative of Ian’s efforts.

The next slide was another photograph that featured Vixen. Once again, the photo was taken from a point-of-view style, and Ian could only deduce that the photographer was once again Adam Longfellow, given the immense size and length of the veined cock that was protruding into the picture from the right side of the frame. The organ was spearing out and only the head was obscured from view, lodged as it was inside an extremely distended asshole, the balloon-knot ring of muscles vastly expanded to accommodate the fist-sized tip of the gigantic member, the fat head lodged inside the dilated cinnamon ring.

Vixen’s was clearly identifiable because she had her face turned so that she was looking over her shoulder, her blonde/dark tresses swept over her other shoulder. The expression on her face was so hot that it could have melted through steel, her eyes narrowed nastily and her lips pressed together as if breathing out a husky ‘Ooooh…’

In the photo, Vixen was wearing a pair of shiny black wet-look leggings that were pulled down just a little over the tanned, peachy halves of her ass, with a PVC thong hooked to one side, the small straps disappearing up over her hips, just hitched over her firm, jutting assmeat as the cock disappeared into her ass.

‘Here we have Mr Longfellow and myself practising anal intercourse,’ Vixen said, narrating to the picture, ‘what Mr Longfellow failed to appreciate here was the tightness of my rectal passage and the slutty expertise I have in exerting total control over whatever monstercock is rammed up my ass…’

At this, Ian released a huge spray of precum that surged out of his cock and splurged three girls on the front row in their faces. They squealed delightedly at this.

‘… with predictable results.’ continued Vixen, going onto the next picture. This one was obviously taken shortly after the previous picture, but there were some obvious differences. For one thing, Adams cock was now hanging freely in the air, a long rope of white cum hanging from the tip and distending to the floor. For another, Vixen was no longer impaled on his cock, and was instead a few feet forwards on her hands and knees, her gorgeous ass completely covered in semen, splotches of the white stuff all over the leggings that encased the lower half of her ass and the backs of her legs, all over her hair, and hanging from her chin, as her face was still turned towards the camera with the same devilish expression.

‘Most notable here is the way that Mr Longfellow’s giant fuckstick actually pumped enough cum out under suck velocity that I was actually blown off that huge monstercock and propelled me through the air. I landed a sticky and happy lump three feet in front of Mr Longfellow. Most of the cum you can’t see here, as it was blasted too far up my ass.’

Ian was now **** to groan in a way which betrayed his complete rapture at the lecture which he was now getting, and he could hear several girls in the classroom making approving noises as they sensed his level of appreciation growing. Vixen turned her head from addressing the class, and spoke to Ian directly:

‘Of course, Mr White, records were made to be broken, so maybe you’ll shoot me further than three feet.’

Now Ian groaned again and his giant monstercock bucked as a ripple surged through the muscular pillar of flesh before a massive spurt of precum splayed from his flared cockend and smacked hard between Vixen’s huge tits, drenching the enormous, protruding, head-sized globes. Vixen smiled and smacked his cock between her knockers, the stacked scientist smearing the meaty head around her gigantic tits. Further precum smacked against the underside of her chin as she did so.

‘But life can’t all be fun and games,’ Vixen continued, dropping Ian’s cock and allowing the stiff prong to wobble up and down in the air between them before it bumped into the sculptured muscles of her stomach, where precum started to course out of it and flow down the busty scientist’s ripped abdomen, sliding down her pussy and dripping off her snatch.

‘In science there is always the necessity for taking proper measurements…’

Vixen pressed another key and brought up the next slide. This one featured herself once again, this time clad in a scientist’s lab-coat which was open at the front and splayed out behind her. The coat was pulled aside to reveal her slutty attire, a black shiny slingshot bikini and leather ankle boots.

Vixen had one hand pressed to her cheek in an expression of exaggerated amazement, her eyes wide and mouth opened into an O, as her other hand held up a beaker with the measurement ‘1 Pint’ on the side. The beaker was brimful and overflowing with cum, which was dripping down the side of the beaker and onto Vixen’s white PVC gloved hand where she held it by the handle.

Ian once again pelted the sexy doctor’s midriff with precum as he saw her in her tempting pose, Vixen’s stomach already glossy and saturated, the point-plant explosion of treacly fluid bursting upwards and coating the undersides of her huge tits, as well as smacking against his own belly.

Vixen pressed the key again and brought up the next slide, which showed her posing expressively once again, this time with the measuring jug being drawn away from her lips, a load of thick ropes of cum suspended from between the rim of the beaker and her mouth and chin, Vixen’s smiling mouth smeared with semen.

‘Mr Longfellow, as you can see, is quite a producer,’ remarked Vixen, bringing up the next slide, ‘but of course I don’t need to tell you girls that, give that most of you are already caked with his cum…’

There was general laughter as Vixen alluded to the cumsoaked state of the girls in the class, the next photo featuring herself in the same attire, this time leaning back in a chair and holding a measuring beaker upwards, tilting it so that the white, gluey contents were being tipped out, falling over her massive boobs as Nurse Cannon licked industriously at her pussy. The creamy fluid was flowing down her toned abdomen as a massive cock protruded in from the side of the frame, a monstrous anaconda of a cock directed straight at Vixen’s face. The photo had captured the precise instant that a massive blast of precum had smacked into Vixen’s face, because her expression was tensed against the impact and a spurt of clear fluid was shooting upwards in a crystalline spray from her face.

Behind the threesome in the picture, were two huge titted nurses, their massive knockers projecting out of their PVC uniforms, both of them stacking up dozens of the pint-sized beakers on a various surfaces, the two smiling blondes joined together at the chin by a long rope of semen.

The ripple of precum that went through Ian’s haft bucked Vikki’s bikini bottoms of the upside of his cock, threw them into the air, and made them land on the top of Vixen’s head.