Thorough application

Of the two brunettes currently handling Ian’s turgid fuckpiece, Alicia was the slightly more fairish one thanks to her chestnut brown hair that fell freely down the sides of her head and which was spilling down onto her back, though her skin had the same lustrously tanned quality as that of Bethany, whose hair was much straighter than her friend’s copious locks and of a darker, almost jet-black, colour.

Apart from her shiny red latex top, which had already been all the more shinier by Ian’s outpouring of precum, Bethany was clad in a pair of elbow-long black latex gloves and pair of black platform sandals from which thin straps rose up to crisscross their way up towards her knees, the taut strips of cloth pressing against her shins and calves in a manner which accentuated the considerable firmness of her toned legs, and nothing more. This meant that Ian was free to admire the sculpted muscles of her toned, flat midriff as well as the completely hairless state of her sex, with his whole length of fourteen inches of hard, vein-corded cockmeat twitching in response to the realization that her bald vulva was already quite dark in colour and with a gleaming wetness covering all of it.

“Mr. White…” Ian could hear Bethany’s voice ringing in his ears as his eyes remained fixed on her crotch.

“Yes?”

“It’s impolite to stare,” Bethany happily chastised him.

“Sorry,” Ian replied, the confidence that he’d slowly been building up ever since meeting Miss Hart having begun to fade away as soon as he’d entered Miss Rose’s classroom.

“Don’t be,” Bethany ordered him, and suddenly changed her voice to make it sound much more aroused and yearning as she added “So, you like my little pussy?”

“Yes,” Ian’s reply was completely earnest, his cock waving about softly in the air in the wake of the blob of precum that he’d just sent rocketing towards the wall, the well-hung supply teacher following how Bethany’s right hand came sliding down across the etched muscles of her belly, obviously aiming for her bald quim.

“Do you want to lick it?” Bethany asked, giving Ian no chance to respond before she continued on to bombard him with a second, longer and more detailed question: “Do you want to use your tongue to make me cum all over your face and then ram your hard monstercock into my pink slit, pumping it in and out of my tight fuckhole while I lick my own juices off your lips?”

“Bethany,” Alicia suddenly cut in, barely having said her friend’s name before her right hand came down to smack one of her friend’s exposed buttocks, “don’t get carried away…”

“Sorry…” Bethany purred out her apology as she glimpsed over at Alicia, her right hand coming down to stroke the one of her asscheeks that had just been spanked, and Ian found cause to gulp in the way in which the two teens leaned in closer to one another to lock lips in a long kiss.

At this point, Alicia ended the kiss and pulled open the drawer mounted into the side of the desk, from which she retrieved a pint-sized container, a small vial, and an empty syringe.

“What’s that for?” There was no way that Ian could have able to mask the fright in his voice as his gaze travelled from the syringe down to the fat veins that adorned his tumescent fuckpiece.

“We’re not going to stick it there!” Alicia exclaimed with a wide grin, the gorgeous brunette letting out an amused giggle at the sight of Ian’s hands coming down onto his cock in a vain attempt to shield it from the sharp needle, “It’s supposed to go in your arm!”

“Oh… Right…” Ian felt sheepish enough that he made no effort to resist when Bethany grabbed hold of his wrists and lifted his hands of his cock, not that they’d managed to cover more than half of it, his arms soon hanging by his sides as he stood next to the table, flanked on each side by an impossible beautiful, scantily clad minx.

“Bethany,” Alicia now had the syringe in her right hand and a vial in the other, “I think Mr. White could do with a distraction or two…”

“Hmm,” Bethany licked her full lips as she placed her hands against her wide hips and began running them up over her slim waist, across her ribs and onto her two massive, bulging breasts, fondling the two ginormous orbs through the shiny fabric of her soaked top, “you’ve got me all wet, Mr. White.”

Alicia was filling the syringe from the vial as Ian stared at Bethany, his mind slowly registering her recent double entendre as he watched her hands let go of her breasts and move in behind her back.

“I think I’d better take it…” Bethany’s strapless top was obviously kept in place by a strap on her back, the clasp of which she had just undone to allow the stretch of red latex to begin sliding off her mountainous chest, “oh!”

Bethany’s surprised yelp came after the vision of her pair of huge boobs coming free of her top had prompted Ian to release a sizeable burst of precum that had caught the falling top and left it glued to her midsection, causing Alicia to look up from swabbing the inside of Ian’s right elbow and admire how the red top stuck to Bethany’s stomach.

“You really like my titties, don’t you, Mr. White?” Bethany asked as her hands came up to press her two round, colossal mounds closer together, leaving him to gawk at how pliable the wondrously firm globes were.
Ian eventually managed to nod his head.

“You know, usually it’s the patient that gets a lollipop to suck on,” Alicia observed in a suggestive fashion, her smile only widening as Bethany took the hint and dropped down on her knees in front of Ian, the darker of the two brunettes spending a few more moments cupping and fondling her heavy breasts while looking up at him to offer him an excellent view of the nasty, slutty gleam in her eyes, but then she moved her hands out so that they were caressing his massive slab of fuckmeat.

So taken was Ian by the sensation of his cockhead disappearing past Bethany’s velvety lips into her wet, warm mouth that it didn’t even register when Alicia sunk the needle through his skin, his knuckles turning white from how hard that he was balling up his fists while his cock continued to slide into Bethany’s mouth, the fat business-end of it by now having begun to descend down her gullet.

“Okay Bethany, you can stop now,” Alicia said as she placed the syringe on the table, adding a confused “Bethany?” a few seconds later and then releasing an amused chuckle.

“She really is impossible, isn’t she?” Alicia asked Ian as Bethany begun to bob her head up and down on his cock, showing no signs of being prepared to stop with what she was currently doing.

“Yeah…” Ian managed to press out.

Alicia had been more moderately dressed than Bethany even before the latter had taken off her top, and now her right hand was disappearing down into the white latex hot pants, which were equipped with wide slits on each side that were kept together by a series of black lacings and which were so thin that they looked more like a belt than anything else as they clung to her crotch in a manner that made it extremely easy to make out pretty much every contour of her vaginal mound.

“Fuck,” Alicia said as she balanced on her stiletto-heeled white platform shoes, her gargantuan breasts looking ready to come bursting out of her white boob tube, which looked as though it had been painted onto her delectable bust, as she stooped forwards a little, her right hand coming back out of her hot pants to slide up across the etched muscles of her midriff and aiming for her bellybutton.

Ian let out a low growl as he watched Alicia place one hand on each of her hips and then burrow her fingers down inside her hot pants, the gorgeous brunette pressing her expansive chest out towards him by arcing her back as she began to slide her hot pants down her legs.

With one statuesque vixen being more or less completely naked as she sucked on his cock and an unknown substance being pumped through his system, Ian watched with bated breath how Alicia pushed the lower half of her slutty outfit the long way down her toned legs until she finally stepped out of it to stand bottomless in front of him, a dirty smile fixed to her plump lips.

“Now,” Alicia cooed as the fingers of her right hand once more came inching their way towards her gleaming sex, “this was what I was planning to do…”

Ian gulped as two of Alicia’s fingers slipped inside her wet fucktunnel, the buxom brunette letting out a girlish moan at the intrusion before beginning to pump the two digits in and out of her pussy.

When she finally extracted her fingers from her soaked twat, Alicia lifted her arm so that she could rub them against Ian’s lips, a confident smile dominating her appearance as she managed to goad him into opening his mouth so that she could slip the two fingers past his lips and let out a horny gasp at how he begun to lick them clean of her juices.

“Alicia, that’s not very professional of you…” Bethany cut in after having stopped her zealous sucking of Ian’s cock, her head still so close to it that her lips were verging on brushing against the rounded tip of it as she spoke.

“Oh, you slutty bitch…” Alicia smiled at her friend’s teasing, and extracted her fingers from inside Ian’s mouth.

Suddenly finding himself abandoned by the two women, Ian opened his eyes to find that they had removed the lid of the larger of the two filled containers that had been placed upon the table, and that Bethany was now holding a large beaker as Alicia lifted the container up over it and gently tipped it so that the treacly substance that it contained began to pour down into the beaker.

Looking at the beaker, Ian followed how the gluey fluid, which was of a golden colour that almost made it look like honey, filled the beaker past the line marked in black, with Alicia continuing to pour it down into it without showing any signs of stopping.

“And… now!” Bethany let out just as the fluid reached up to the line marked in red, at which point Alicia finally stopped tipping the container and put it back on the table.

“Okay, so your pour and I rub,” Alicia said.

“Why do you get the fun job?” Bethany replied with a fairly weak protest.

“Because you got to suck his cock, that’s why…” Alicia smiled again, and Bethany offered no more protests.

“Mr. White, sir, could you be so kind as to step closer to the table?” Seeing no other choice but to comply with Bethany’s wishes, Ian moved up to the table until its edge was almost rubbing against his thighs and his monstercock cast a shadow across it.

“Fuck sir, you really are fucking massive!” Alicia observed in an admiring tone of voice, just as Bethany upturned the beaker and caused a healthy amount of the treacly substance within it to come pouring down onto the wide base of his thick fuckpole.

Gasping at the feel of the gluey fluid washing over his cock, Ian turned the gasp into a full-blown groan when Alicia’s hands came into contact with his member, the foxy brunette instantly beginning to use her slender fingers to work the fluid into the skin of his cock, obviously take great joy in her task as she applied the viscid substance so that it coated the underside of his fuckmast as well.

Standing at the short-end of the table with Bethany to his left and Alicia to his right, Ian closed his eyes and felt his ballsack expand just before his cumslit was temporarily diluted and a fat blob of prejizz came shooting out of it, hitting the wall slightly to the left of where the discharge that had preceded it had ended up.

“It’s fucking throbbing in my hands!” Alicia said of Ian’s cock as she slowly worked her way towards its vividly purple head.

“Try putting it in your mouth!” Bethany remarked as she moved slightly ahead of her counterpart, still slowly dribbling the fluid down onto Ian’s member.

“I’d rather try putting it in my ass!” was Alicia’s spirited response, which prompted Ian to produce another welter of precum.

“Imagine having this thing push your pussy lips apart…” Alicia more or less groaned out when her hands finally reached Ian’s bulbous cockend, which she soon had thoroughly coated with the mysterious fluid.