Another, strangely familiar stacked teen

‘OH MY GOD!’ came the expressive cry from the doorway that had made Ian and Charles whip their heads around in response to it. It was a feminine shout but it had a note of genuine alarm to it, so much so that the pair of cocksmiths, preoccupied as they were, couldn’t help but swivel in surprise to register the new arrival.

In fact, upon turning, the person that framed the doorway looked pretty familiar to the monstercocked duo, and indeed, didn’t look a million miles away from the studs’ newest acquaintance, the tattooed brunette slut on her knees in front of them with a horizontal protrusion of Ian’s brawny, clublike length sticking between her luscious lips and jamming out a stretched bulge on the side of her face that had enlarged her mouth and cheek to about the size of a normal man’s erect dick, while Charles’s slick, gleaming, veiny shaft laying the other way across her nose, the hulking organ covering both her eyes. To be completely accurate, there was just too much prime-grade, succulent, tumescent flesh obscuring the young teen’s face to identify her properly, though her gigantic knockers and the tattoo did allow for some kind of identification.

Nonetheless, Ian and Charles’s quick glance at the new arrival certainly allowed them to compute that there was some kind of association between the two girls.

The new girl in the doorway shared a number of attributes with the teenage dick magnet on the floor. First, and most spectacular, were the pair of giant knockers that protruded from her slender chest, two magnificent bulging globes of gleaming tanned skin. They were immense. So huge, in fact, that again, as with the whore kneeling on the floor, they seemed so ludicrously overused that the young teenager looked somewhat unbalanced, the immense spheres ballooning horizontally out of her chest.

Then there was the giveaway of the tattoo in the same place on the new arrival – this, in the same place, and in the same gorgeously stylised black script, were simply the two letters ‘B’ and ‘J’ situated just beneath her slender clavicle. The major difference was that this girl was a blond, with a lustrous mane of tumbling, shining golden tresses cascading down her back, and her eyes were deep blue. At present they were opened widely in an exaggerated expression of shock and awe. She was wearing a skintight, long sleeved, figure-hugging pink elasticated dress that had so many slashes and cutaway sections that it wasn’t too far from a fishnet or mesh article of clothing, and the garment was cut low enough to allow the enormous twin protrusions of smooth, golden, titflesh to project over the top of it, while the whole cleavage of her awesome pair of jugs could also be seen, with only slender strings of the pink material stretched across it.

She was wearing a short leather jacket that was open at the front with the stylised pink word ‘COCK’ on one side and ‘SUCKER’ on the other. The dress was short enough so that a lurid yellow latex thong, cut away in the middle so that her pink pussy protruded through it, could be easily seen. Pink mesh stockings with thick elasticated vinyl bands over her thighs would have completed the look except for the black shiny silver studded and buckled over-the-knee boots with platform heels.

‘OH MY GOD!’ the girl repeated, placing her hand over her mouth, a pornstar-perfect picture of shock.

Ian and Charles couldn’t give a detailed response, for quite understandable reasons.

‘Problem, Miss?’ Charles finally managed.

The new girl addressed her response to the cock-slurping slut on her knees on the floor: ‘Ana, I leave you alone in my room for TWO MINUTES and this is what happens?’

The girl on her knees made no response as the stacked blonde in the doorway placed her hands indignantly on her hips.

‘What did you say there, Miss?’ Charles chanced again, trying to make himself heard over the groan that was emanating from his colleague as Ian flexed his pc muscle next to him, an act which had the effect of tugging the vast, saliva-covered cockend from the brunette vixen’s mouth in front of him, whereupon it sprang upwards, smacking against the underside of Charle’s cock as it did so, dislodging it from where it had rested on the teen bombshell’s face. Both hulking vein-roped penises bounced gently in front of the gorgeous brunette’s face, connected to it by ropes of saliva and silvery filaments of precum.

‘I said that this is my room!’

‘Your room?’ Charles said, eyes darting back and forwards between the teenage slut in the doorway and the one on her knees in front of him, who had wasted no time in jamming her phone between her enormous tits and using both hands to mash his and Ian’s bulbous, tumescent cockends together to try and fit them back into her mouth.

‘So it isn’t hers?’ Ian said.

‘No! Those are my suitcases on the floor, and that’s my name on the door, Miss B. J. Devine!’

‘You’re the B.J. Devine on the door?’ Charles gulped, eyes now craning downwards to look more closely at the slut on the floor, noting the way her luscious lips folded themselves over his turgid member.

‘What the fuck do think this stands for?’ the girl retorted, pointing at the two capital letters tattooed on her clavicle.

‘Now that you mention it I felt it had quite strong associations with the act of –‘ began Charles.

‘So who is this?’ said Ian, cutting Charles off and getting to the point.

B. J. threw her hands up in the air. ‘That’s my sister, Ana-Lee.’

‘Ana-Lee Devine?’

‘I’m B.J. and she’s Ana-lee. I moved here today. This is my room, that’s my luggage, and I have a place at this school. She only came along for the ride! She isn’t even at this school! She’s just came with me today to help me move in! I left the room a couple of minutes ago to get the last of my luggage,’ at this she hefted piece of hand-luggage.

Having successfully fitted both Ian and Charles’s gigantic schlongs between her luscious, plump, lips, Ana-L, on the floor, the two immense fuckstaffs that protruded from Ian and Charles’s groins both spearing into and intersecting into her mouth, shrugged her shoulders and threw her hands up, as if to say ‘what can you do?’

‘My parents are coming to take her back home now, they’re literally just a minute behind me coming up the last corridor!’

Ian frowned, and pushed his hips forward, thrusting and flexing his cock so it bloated in the slutty brunette teenager’s mouth and throbbed against Charles’s smooth, glossy, engorged slab of cockmeat, ‘I don’t see a problem, B.J.,’

‘Yes,’ Charles added, ‘your sister’s clearly very good at handling things like this,’

Ana-L put her thumb up, and her fist was quickly engulfed by the soft package of Ian’s capacious ballsack. She winked.

‘But she’s completely inexperienced!’ said B.J., catching her lower lip in her teeth, her hand creeping down to tease her slippery pussy, eye flitting back towards the corridor at the thought that her parents might appear at any second, ‘I’m the one that won the place at the school,’

‘Well she does appear to be a very fast learner,’ Charles said.

‘Trust us, B.J.,’ said Ian, ‘we’re professionals’