A different kind of pole dance

The trajectory of the wad of precum that Matt had just released carried it forwards, narrowly flying over Gemma’s forehead and the top of her head, thus avoiding being entangled in the ultra-busty Asian babe’s multi-coloured tresses, before exiting the studio by sailing through the doorway to Miss Hills’ little dressing room.

While Gemma and Chastity turned their heads to follow the long path of the burst of clear prejizz, Matt remained captivated by what Gemma was wearing, or rather her incredible body, since her outfit didn’t do much to cover it. After her shower and having her ass licked, playfully spanked and passionately fingered and dildoed by the always willing Miss Hills, Gemma had donned a classic rocker-style black leather jacket, with the zipper undone to allow her massive, round tits to protrude out in front of her curvy body, their swell seeming even more dramatic against the backdrop of glossy black leather. Apart from her jacket, Gemma had on fingerless gloves, a thin belt that was slung round her waspish waist, and a pair of knee-length boots that would have looked like standard biker wear if not for their platforms and six-inch stiletto heels. All of this too was black leather, but Matt was far less interested in that than he was in the fact that Gemma had decided to leave her smooth-shaven, juicing honeypot completely exposed, and his cock twitched as he lovingly admired the swollen, meaty lips of her glistening wet pussy.

“Like what you see?” Gemma asked him, teasingly, before giggling with delight at the way in which Matt was looking at her.

In response, Matt first merely let out a hoarse groan, but then was struck by a moment of inspiration. Flexing his cock, he managed to get it to rise, making Gemma’s jaw drop as she followed how the roughly sixteen-inch slab of hard, veiny fuckmeat heaving upwards until its fat crown smacked against his chest.

“You know what? I think he does,” Miss Hills purred as Matt relaxed the muscles in his groin, stomach and chest again, both she and Gemma dipping their heads to follow the motion of his fuckpiece as it fell forwards until it was back to sticking straight out from between his legs, perfectly perpendicular to the rest of his naked body.

This caused Matt to finally glance toward Miss Hills, and the sight of her prompted him to release another bolt of precum that shot through the gap between her and Gemma before gluing itself to the doorframe behind them.

Still in her black platform heels, Chastity had put on some clothes again, namely a semi-sheer, leopard-print and strapless dress that covered just about the lower half of her ginormous, flawless tits, leaving the top of her areolae exposed while her nipples poked against the flimsy material of the dress, and the hem line of it barely even making it onto her thighs. And from the look of things, she certainly wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, so all that was required for Matt to get access to her pussy and asshole was for her to bend over. Apart from her outfit, the most eye-catching thing about Miss Hills was that her face and much of her hair was soaking wet, as though she’d forgotten to towel that part of her body off after taking a shower, and that the top of her dress was more see-through than the rest of it, looking almost wet in fact.

“Honestly, Miss Hills… you have to make Matt my new roommate!” Gemma exclaimed as her gaze wandered up from Matt’s cock to his face, “If you would, I’d happily spend this entire term licking your pussy and asshole every single day in return.”

“Are you trying to bribe me, Miss Lee?” Chastity quipped, as Matt groaned again and proceeded to advance upon the two scantily clad vixens.

“Definitely… is it working?” Gemma’s reply came as her eyes were again aimed towards Matt’s crotch.

Chastity said nothing, instead curling her lips into a nasty, horny grin as Matt stepped up in front of Gemma and pulled her towards him, enveloping her in a tight embrace and mashing his lips against hers while his cockend sank into her cleavage and drooled precum everywhere.

While Gemma moaned into his mouth and returned the passionate kiss that he was offering her, Matt slid his hands onto the small of Gemma’s back, running his fingers over the leather of her jacket before moving them down onto the soft, smooth skin of her full buttocks, his cockend bobbing erratically between her tits in response to how her ass felt soft and firm all at once. At the same time, Gemma’s bald pussy was juicing away quite ferociously in response to Matt’s hard body pressed against hers, particularly the sensation of the underside of his cock throbbing away against the etched muscles of her midriff, her wetness pouring out onto his balls, mixing there with the liberal amounts of Sasha’s girlcum that remained glued to them, equipping his scrotum with a plethora of clear ropes of gluey liquid that dangled from them, a rope snapping ever so often to plunge to the floor as Matt’s nuts were churning and pounding as they were already preparing another massive load of cum for him to pump out in the near future.

Eventually, Matt’s hands moved towards each other across Gemma’s buttocks, until his fingers slipped into her asscrack, and his right eyebrow rose when he found out that her bunghole was already sopping wet, while the feel of his right index finger brushing against her anus made Gemma moan into his mouth and burrow her tits tighter against his chest, until her massive knockers started to spill out over his sides.

“Miss Hills got my ass ready for your cock,” Gemma broke off the kiss and smiled up at Matt, sounding severely out of breath as she spoke, cooing softly when he pressed the tip of his finger tightest against her cinnamon ring, until it slipped inside her, at which point a yelp of girlish excitement shot past her bee-stung lips.

“It’s usually much tighter…” Speaking into Matt’s chest, which also meant that the underside of her chin was rubbing against the crown of his cock, Gemma said of her asshole as Matt wiggled his digit around and pushed it as deep inside her anal tunnel as he could get it.

“And it’s going to get a hell of a lot wider still,” Miss Hills intruded into the one-sided conversation, throwing a glance at Sasha’s gaping, cum-drooling bunghole.

“I can’t wait!” Gemma exclaimed, pulling back her head from Matt’s chest to show off to him how her face beamed with unbridled enthusiasm at the prospect of having his horsecock buried to the hilt inside her tightest hole.

“Particularly since I’ve always had a thing for the strong, silent type,” Gemma added, erupting into a mischievous grin as she gazed down at the business-end of his schlong nestled comfortably between her ginormous knockers.

“I can speak though,” Matt replied, the young man recently transformed into a super-stud being surprised at the dark, booming character of his voice, and the way in which he’d practically growled at Gemma, who looked ready to cream herself at the sound of his voice.

“Good,” Gemma purred, planting her hands on the side of her bulging boobs and pushing them in tighter around Matt’s cock, the added pressure resulting in the flow of precum increasing significantly, until Gemma’s chest started to look like it’d been smothered in oil, “because there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…”

“What?”

“You’re not angry that I was spying on you while you fucked Sasha’s ass, are you?” Gemma asked, her voice dripping with patently faked innocence.

“Obviously not!” She giggled just a few moments later, now sounding just like the naughty, horny slut that she was as she glanced up at the precum that had been glued to the ceiling above them after first rocketing up through the muscular shape of Matt’s cumtube and out of his widened pisshole.

“Not that I want to interrupt this sweet little moment of yours, but are you going to talk, or are you going to fuck?” Miss Hills involved herself in the conversation again, from where she was standing a few feet away from the young couple, placing quite a lot of emphasis on the last word and managing to make it sound unbelievably filthy.

“We’re going to fuck,” Matt replied, smiling down at Gemma before turning towards Miss Hills and adding, “And you’re going to watch.”

“Good,” Miss Hills purred, making Matt think that her dress had to have been custom-made to fit the radical dimensions of her ultra-curvy body like that as she sauntered over towards him and planted a big, hungry kiss on his lips before shoving her tongue in his mouth. While Matt proved himself capable of matching Miss Hills’ ferocity, Gemma took a step back and wrapped both of her dainty little hands around his colossal cock, not that her slender fingers could fit all the way around the veiny trunk of the mammoth slab of fuckmeat, and began jerking him off, smiling like the Cheshire cat as her actions caused more of his prejizz to pour and squirt out of his cumslit onto her bared tits, the bronzed skin of which had long since begun to sparkle with an intense lustre thanks to being doused with Matt’s clear precum.

Breaking off the kiss with Chastity, Matt grabbed hold of Gemma’s wrists and **** her to let go of his dick, instead pulling her in next to her and beginning to lead her across the studio, one arm slung over her shoulders while she in turn had one arm wrapped around his waist.

When they reached the stripper pole, he ended the embrace and stepped in behind her, the blunt tip of his member pressing against the small of her back while he admired the swell of her heart-shaped ass.

“Matt,” Gemma said in her sultry singsong voice as she made his cockend slide across her back by leaning forwards and wrapping her hands round the metal pole in front of her.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t bother going easy on me,” Gemma now looked quite serious as she looked back at him past her shoulder, “while I was watching you fuck Sasha’s ass, I was squirting like a goddamn firehose thanks to Miss Hills pounding away at my slutty ass with a twelve-inch dildo… That’s my girlcum all over that sexy slut’s face and tits.”

Matt groaned, and unleashed a blast of precum that scattered across the back of Gemma’s head and was glued to her silky tresses.

“Fuck my ass, Matt,” Again, Gemma’s expression had changed, morphing this time into an animalistic snarl that was matched by her tone, “Fuck me like you did Sasha, ram your fat cock in my ass till I pass out and then keep fucking me, make me wake up again to the feel of your balls slapping against my pussy and your sexy monstercock rearranging my insides.”

Grunting, Matt stepped back and lined the fist-sized, precum-drooling crown of his cock up against Gemma’s asshole while she braced herself by shoring up her hold of the pole.

Then, every muscle in her body at first spasmed, then tensed and finally went rather limp for a few seconds as Matt rammed his cock through her liberally lubricated sphincter, her heart skipping a beat or two and a delirious “FUCK ME!” racing up out of her lungs as the plump crown of his cock slid deeper and deeper into her rectum.
While a long, powerful release of girlcum burst out of Gemma’s intensely pink, wildly convulsing pussy to splash onto the floor, her spread legs, bare midriff and swaying tits, as well as the pole, mixing with the spunk that had already been glued to it during Matt’s previous ejaculation, Matt found himself standing with six inches of his fuckmast embedded in Gemma’s ass, leaking precum in response to the walls of her ass throbbing against his cock, and took a firm hold of her narrow waist and proceeded to hammer away at her bubble butt, pounding his cock deeper past her dramatically stretched bunghole.

“Oh fuck!” Gemma cried out, sounding delirious as another anal orgasm swept over her and made her pussy blast out long gushers of girlcum while her knuckles turned white inside her gloves from how hard she was holding onto the pole while the rest of her body trembled as Matt’s cock was pushed deeper into her bowels, pumping out jets of precum that made it easier for him to fuck her ass.

When he bottomed out inside Gemma, Matt stopped for a few seconds, letting her enjoy the sensation of having her sexy booty impaled on the full length of his dick while her buttocks rubbed against his belly and his balls being soaked by the honey gushing and streaming out of her soaked snatch.

Craning her neck to look at Matt again, Gemma let go of the pole with one hand and brought it in between her legs, spreading and bending her fingers to establish an extremely tentative hold of his nutsack. While he observed the flushed character of her gorgeous face as she breathed through her mouth and produced a long succession of horny moans and coos at his gargantuan fuckpiece pounding away inside her anal tunnel, Gemma brought his nuts up closer to her pussy and rubbed them against her swollen labia. She whimpered with lust, and the few moments that she’d just spent without climaxing like crazy seemed to be nearing an end as she pushed his balls tighter against her honeypot. Eager to help out, Matt brought one hand away from Gemma’s waist and instead moved it down to his scrotum, nudging it forwards until first one, then the second of his beefy balls slid into Gemma’s tight, juicing pussy.

“Yes!” Gemma’s arm shot forwards again, missing the pole as the sensation of having her pussy stuffed to the brim with Matt’s nuts meant that she was overcome by another orgasm that had her honey racing around his cum-filled ballsack to spray onto his legs while her pussy convulsed around his testes, making him release a hoarse groan and several particularly voluminous, particularly high-powered bolts of precum deep into her anal passage.

Pulling back until his nuts popped out of Gemma’s pussy again while she wrapped her right hand around the pole, Matt proceeded to pound her juicy ass, slapping his belly against her buttocks and his balls against her frothing, squirting slit as he kept on reaming her ass and guiding her through several more intense anal orgasms, until the short Asian babe, propped up her stiletto-heeled boots and with her legs clamped tightly together as they glistened with her juices, was swaying from side to side and had her curvy body equipped with a layer of sweat that made her skin glisten.

Then, Matt picked up the sound of feminine moans coming from behind him, and turned his head to see Miss Hills and a reinvigorated Sasha sitting in the couch, frenching each other while one of Sasha’s hands had disappeared in underneath the hem of Miss Hills’ dress and the stacked blonde leaning towards the backrest to make it easier for Chastity to keep finger-fucking her gaping asshole. Seeing the two women writhing and bucking against each other while trying to remain in place on the soaked and slippery couch, Matt moved his hands from Gemma’s waist to her thighs and leaned back.

At first, Gemma cooed, then she yelped with surprise at Matt’s hands sliding down the back of her thighs while he leaned further back, causing her feet to leave the floor and her back to be pressed against his chest. Firming up his hold of Gemma’s legs, Matt now stood with the top-heavy buttslut suspended in the air in front of him, impaled on his thick cock and with her legs spread apart and held that way by him as they stuck out almost horizontally in front of her. Then, Matt began to move, staggering throughout the room with his fuckpiece throbbing inside Gemma’s anal tunnel while she tried to hump her way up and down over it while he carried her over to the couch.

They got there just as Gemma climaxed again, her spread legs ensuring that the long spray of girlcum that left her pussy would surge forwards until it splattered against Chastity and Sasha, both of whom ceased their kissing to turn their faces in the direction of the clear, sticky ejaculate in which they were suddenly being showered.

“YES! FUCK MY ASS YOU STUD!!!!” Gemma cried out in pure, unbridled ecstasy as Matt held her up and started jerking his hips back and forth, working about two inches of his cock in and out past her anus whilst the rest of his colossal member remained snugly entrenched in her ass, the torrential outpouring of girlcum continuing without any signs of stopping as Sasha slipped her hand away from Miss Hills’ pussy and got out of the couch, diving onto her knees on the floor and jamming her head between Gemma’s spread legs, shoving her face into her quivering cunt and opening her mouth wide so she could drink down her friend’s girlcum even as more of it started pouring down her chin and spatter onto her bulging boobs.

Miss Hills, meanwhile, wasn’t ready to consider herself finished with Sasha’s well-fucked bung, and so got in behind the delectable young slut and rammed two fingers past her sphincter, driving them into the dense stream of cum that was still trickling out of it and beginning to pump her wrist back and forth, using her left hand to fondle Sasha’s tits while throwing nasty, horny glances up at Matt.

By now, Matt was having a hard time holding back any longer, and the glimpses that he got of what Miss Hills and Sasha were up to pushed him over the edge. Even if he hadn't been supporting Gemma, it would have been impossible for him to hold back long enough to pull out of her ass, since barely a few seconds went by between him realising that he was about to cum and the first thick blast of jizz exploding into Gemma’s bowels, making her holler like some delirious banshee.

Even through her state of orgasmic bliss, however, Gemma suddenly became aware of the sensation of moving, and her eyes shot wide-open and her lips formed into a circle upon the realisation that she was sliding up along the length of Matt’s cock, being carried forwards on the surge of his cum being rocketed into her ass.

As Gemma was pushed forwards, Matt’s cock slowly dropped downwards, forcing Sasha and Miss Hills to lean back to get out of the way of the wildly climaxing vixen being pushed off his cock through the insane **** of his ejaculation, until they ended up lying on the floor, Sasha on top of Miss Hills and two of Miss Hills’ fingers still wedged inside Sasha’s ass, both of them staring in disbelief as inch after inch of Matt’s thick, cum-coated cock came sliding out through Gemma’s ballooning asshole above them, dollops of his spunk raining down, a particularly large one smacking down right in the middle of Sasha’s forehead.

Finally, the crown of Matt’s cock reappeared in the open as Gemma landed in the couch, still in the throes of a messy orgasm, girlcum bursting out of her slit as she turned with a manic gleam in her eyes and got on her ass, her gaze glued onto Matt’s dick as it sprang upwards and released a yard-long bolt of cum that went shooting over her head to glue itself to the mirror-clad wall behind her.