Student No. 4

Neither of the two hot young women currently adoring his member where in a position to respond to Ian's sparsely phrased remark since they had both busied themselves with accepting a mouthful of his cock While Nicole remained completely focused on lathering Ian's heavy ballsack with a mixture of his pre-cum and her saliva, Brooke had shut her pout, glossy lips around the base of his fat cockhead, the boobtube-wearing blonde letting out a stuffed moan of approval each time that a thick dollop of pre-cum was squirted into her mouth.

So far during the day, Ian had again and again been surprised by the nature of the school and the character in which people behaved and lessons were carried out. This process of continual bafflement followed by a whole-hearted but somewhat dazed acceptance had begun as soon as he had stepped through the doors.

The last aspect of the school that he had come to accept was the existence of the small locker rooms, and he had rationalized that with the fact that the girls' quite obviously would need to clean themselves up at least a few times each and every day, plus the fact that they seemed to change into new outfits every few lessons or so.

However, the next fact about the school that Ian was suddenly faced with was revealed when the fourth student using that particular locker-room came stepping out of the shower stalls.

Not bothering to pass even a glance at the student exiting the showers since he was already preoccupied with shuddering blissfully at the touch of Brooke's and Nicole's hands and lips on his cock and balls and gawking the sight which Kathy presented him with of her filling out her ridiculously skimpy dress in a most satisfying manner.

The sexy brunette whom Ian had first encountered in the art class less than an hour ago had now slid the bottom of her dress up so that her pussy was now completely exposed rather than partially so, and was again showing off just how much could be fit into it despite its tight nature by rhythmically pumping four of her slender fingers in and out of it.

It was only when Ian turned his head to gaze at the fourth student after Kathy had done the same that he realised that the locker rooms were apparently mixed gender, or at least that was what was implied by the fact that the figure that stood only a few feet from Ian and the two salacious sluts slobbering their agile mouths all over his cock was undeniably male.

Naked save for a wet towel slung around his neck, the man was equipped with a lean, muscular build and looked to be about the same age as the three girls. The thick strands of his pale brown hair were cut short and he had a face which plenty of girls would probably find quite handsome in a rugged way, the unusually hard character of his face made it seem as though the young man could probably pass for being a few years older than he really was, and he had a big enough cock which he was fisting with one of his hands while his gaze wandered constantly back and forth between Kathy's sluttish appearance and the two buxom sluts greedily sucking and licking Ian's dick.

Ian lost interest as soon as he realized that the newcomer wasn't a girl, which was brought on since the seemingly uniform endowment of huge, round tits on all females at the school, students and teachers alike, made it ridiculously easy to separate between genders, but Kathy was grinning as vividly and hungrily at the boy as a cat would at a mouse which had just been dropped onto the floor with its tail tied around a goldfish.

"Hello Lewis," Kathy sultrily greeted the young man.

Lewis flashed Kathy a smile, "Kathy", and then acknowledged Ian with a curt nod while asking "Who's this?"

"This is Mr. White, the latest member of faculty." Kathy informed Lewis, adding with a faint smile, "as you can probably imagine, he's been a smash hit amongst us girls."

Gritting his teeth while Brooke ran her tongue up the long stretch of his erect member, Ian could do little but nod in recognition of the young man. It probably wasn't the ideal one in which to greet a new student, but it would have to do for now.

"Mr. White," Lewis began, keeping his eyes peeled on Kathy, who was sporting a tense, horny grin as she kept her gaze moving back and forth between the two men, "would you mind if I fuck Kathy for a while?"

The politeness with which Lewis had put forth the question clashed with its character, and Ian nodded his forcefully by means of reply to it.

This time, the reason why Ian was incapable of formulating a vocal reply stemmed from Brooke and Nicole having up lined alongside one another at the far end of his thick dick, which they then proceeded to lather with their saliva in a coordinated manner, one of them swirling her tongue over one side of Ian's cock while the other worked the other side.

Kathy had swirled around to face the lockers behind her even as Lewis asked for Ian's permission.

With her palms pressing against the cool metal of the locker-doors, Kathy looked back past her shoulder as the strapping young buck moved towards her, a carnivorous decorating her face as she followed his movement.

The glossy latex of the back of her dress had slid up to expose the juiciness of her pert ass, and Kathy's stance meant that her wet pussy was visible from behind.

"You want it in the ass, don't you?" Lewis asked, with a tone of familiarity apparent in his voice, to which Kathy responded with a sultry "Do you even need to ask?"

Apparently Lewis didn't, because his cockhead was soon pushing its way through Kathy's cinnamon ring.

This wasn't how Ian had envisioned that things would develop when he had begun the trip to Kathy's locker, but he couldn't really complain about it. He was getting to see Kathy have a fat cock shoved mercilessly up her tight anal passage while two horny minxes drooled all over his own cock. So maybe it wasn't he that was currently exhilarated by the sensation of having more than half of his member buried inside Kathy's ass, with the other coming after it real fast, but it was still by far the best way in which he had spent any break ever.

It was Kathy glancing at him with a look of unadulterated lust that caused Ian to open the floodgates.

Since it was Nicole who had been placed just in front of his cumhole, the busty vixen aiming to swallow all of his cock in one go while Brooke worked his heavy balls with her mouth, it was she who suddenly had her face painted white as the plump business-end of Ian's prick was suddenly obscured from her view by a thick wall of glistening, oncoming jizz.

Squealing as the torrent of cum struck her face with a loud splat, Nicole turned the squeal into a hapless giggle as another copious burst of balljuice followed.

Grasping his cock in a firm grip, Ian waited until Brooke had gotten up next to her cum-painted friend before twisting his firehose-imitating schlong in her direction, with a thick gush of semen soon granting her an protein-enriched face mask to go with Nicole's.

Pumping himself dry with all the zeal of a thirteen-year old who has just discovered the thrill of masturbation, Ian had soon sent more jizz out to splatter all across the two women's faces, tits and stomachs, with a rope glimmering here and there against the backdrop of their hair.

Glancing down at the two buxom sluts who looked back at him with adoring eyes, Ian let out a soft-spoken "Get up" to them, and they both immediately obeyed him by rising up to stand in front of him.

Scrutinizing the two, Ian loved what he was seeing. Both of them were sporting completely bald pussies, with not even the smallest residue of bush in place to cover any of the wetness of their sexes.

There was something incredibly arousing to Ian about the fact that the both of them having pranced around with nothing covering their cunts, in particular how Brooke had chosen to wear a boobtube to cover her huge breasts but still left her pussy bare and exposed.

Ian was just about to say something about that when Brooke reached down with one hand and stabbed two of her fingers into her twat, grunting hard while keeping her eyes on Ian, her gaze meeting his while her lush lips formed into an o.

Extracting the pair of digits from her sex, Brooke remained a pillar of unabashed cool as she moved them up to Ian's lips.

"This is how wet you've made me, Sir," the buxom blonde informed Ian as her girlcum-covered fingers were pushed into his mouth.

Even as he savoured the taste of the thick juices as they washed around in his mouth, Ian had a plan formed on what he would do to these two supremely sexy cumwhores next.

[Contains writer's notes]