He Makes a Masterpiece

It wasn't long before Sam felt the familiar swell in his nuts as Summer continued relentlessly sucking him off. He tried to tell her he was going to cum, but instead he just groaned a slightly longer-than-average groan.

"Unnnnhhhhhhhuhhhhhhh," he said.

Despite his lackluster communication skills, Summer got the message. She took his cock in her mouth all the way down to the hilt, jiggled his ballsack, then released him from her sensual jaws. She pointed his cum cannon towards her wide open mouth, pressed her chest out, and waited for the fireworks.

The first cumshot exploded out of Sam's cock with obscene ****, and hit Summer right on the bridge of her nose. Her cheeks, forehead, lips and chin were doused in creamy seed. The second fired a little higher, right on her hairline, plastering her hair and running down the sides of her head.

The heat of the blast made her flush, and feel of cum against her skin made her somehow hornier than she already was. She had already been lightly caressing her body, but now she slid two fingers into wet snatch and began vigorously fucking herself.

Summer directed Sam's cock down a bit, so when the third burst came, it coated the upper half of her tits, and slid into her cleavage. A fourth, considerably smaller shot followed, getting some on her shoulder, and further greasing that lovely spot between her breasts.

When his cumming slowed to a dribble, Summer took Sam back in her mouth and cleaned it off. She relished the taste of his cum, which she hadn't noticed until this point tasted sweeter than most men. As her own orgasm built up, she **** every ounce of seed left in him into her eager mouth. Sam could feel the **** of her cumming as she screamed into his cock.

Summer released him and removed her fingers from her pussy. She was about to get up and return to her seat, when Mr. Newman yelled.

"WAIT!" he said. He walked up onto the platform and circled Summer. "This... This is incredible. Summer please stay where you are. Class, your new assignment is to recreate Summer's form. Mr. Archer, you may return to Summer's seat."

Sam was confused and, if he was being honest, felt a little slighted by the fact that he was being given the boot. He looked down at Summer. She just shrugged.

"Up-pup-pup," Mr. Newman said to Summer. "Do not move, please."

Sam gathered his clothes and returned to his seat. He took a pill on the way, because he saw he'd be sitting next to two hotties, both of whom were already making eyes at him.