Jody

The curtain parted once more and Ian knew immediately that the new entrant would be gaining yet another impressive mark. Being balls-deep in Lexxxi’s ass was distracting, but you didn’t need every single one of your wits about you to recognise once again the tremendously sexy qualities of the next schoolgirl.

This one was a brunette, clad from head to toe in flawless, deep caramel coloured skin, the result no doubt of a perfectionist regime of tanning. Ian’s mouth went dry as he looked. On her feet were a simple pair of shiny black-platform stripper heels, a small tattoo on her right ankle. Her legs were bare, awesomely sleek and muscular, glinting slightly in the dim lights of the room. A black thong studded with dozens of shiny little jewels was slung over her crotch. Her belly was neat, tight, and packed with tight muscles. She was wearing a pair of large sunglasses that hid her eyes, although from the look of her high cheekbones, plump, pouting lips and pert nose she was extraordinarily beautiful.

It was the garment on the girl’s torso that caught Ian’s attention most of all, however. This girl was wearing an extremely tight-fitting t-shirt. Truncated at the waist, the top in actual fact only served to hug the undermost curves of the brunette’s tits, and an inch or so of the contours of the spectacular globes could even be observed, protruding underneath the top’s lowest hem. It was clear that the girl’s breasts were absolutely huge, packing out the top’s fabric in spectacular fashion, and creating quite a contrast with her slender waist. The enormous breasts bulging under the t-shirt served a purpose however; in stretching the black cotton out to the inflated dimensions they did, they actually worked to show the design emblazoned on the front of the garment in its correct proportions.

The design on the front of the t-shirt was merely a photograph, blown up. It featured a close-up shot of the girl’s face which was identifiable to Ian from the range at which she was due to the fact that she was wearing the same pair of shades. From both sides of the picture two huge, vein-ripped cocks protruded, each of which was in the process of blasting huge jets of cum onto the girl’s face. Her mouth was open and the semen was dripping from her outstretched tongue as well as being liberally plastered in creamy dollops onto her sunglasses. The effect was quite mesmerising. The little slut had customised her outfit to advertise her aptitude for taking alarmingly sticky and aesthetically pleasing facials.

Still fucking the insatiable Lexxxi in the ass, Ian looked down on the clipboard and scrawled yet another unsteady A+ next to the name of the new arrival, a certain ‘Jody’. Looking up again, Ian saw Jody surveying the state of the room as she sashayed sexily down the catwalk. If she were surprised to see two of the walls having been plastered with dozens of splashes of cum the size of dinner plates, she didn’t register any, and her expression remained unreadable, the general blankness and impassivity accentuate by her dark glasses.

Presently, Jody reached the bottom of the runway, and surveyed the fucking trio at the foot of it.

‘That’s such a shame,’ she said finally.

‘What is?’ said Ian, surprised at her statement.

‘Well sir, you have a footlong cock and I can’t see any of it because every inch of it is entrenched in Lexxxi’s ass.’

Jody stepped off the catwalk and made her way closer to the trio to get a closer look. Surveying the juncture of monstercock and tight asshole, Jody giggled.

‘That’s worth seeing though,’ the brunette remarked, ‘Lexxxi’s asshole stretched out to the size of a fist.’

Jody was now close enough that Ian could see the design on the front of her t-shirt with unnerving clarity.

‘I think that’s a very nice outfit you’ve chosen,’ he ventured to Jody.

‘Why thank you sir!’ said Jody, ‘do you think it’s suitable for public?’

‘Maybe for a club…?’ Ian said, gulping at the thought of Jody out on the town in her indecorous attire.

‘I was thinking more like my graduation,’ Jody said, ‘but looking at the state of this room I’d say that you’re quite the cum-blaster, sir. How would you like to see your efforts ending up on another t-shirt?’

Ian slowly began to disengage his dick from Lexxxi’s asshole at this point, the blonde slut’s knees giving way as he finally extracted his length from her. The huge-titted babe slumped to the floor, almost as if by removing his huge member from her Ian had removed her spine as well. Lexxxi and Emma had both been fucked into jelly, and took a little time to reposition themselves on the floor, finally managing to get upright, slide their arms round each others’ slender waists to support each other, and get on their knees to face Ian. This was the first time that Ian had properly seen Lexxxi’s tits, and the huge globes jutting out of her chest had quite an effect on him. A jet of clear precum escaped from the tip of his dick and hot upwards directly onto the ceiling. Everyone looked up. It stayed there.

Ian, meanwhile, had stood, and his drooling dick was now horizontal, pressed into Jody’s stomach, bridgin the gap between them. He looked into her inscrutable facial expression for a sign of what she was going to do, hoping that he would last more than the dozen or so seconds he estimated he had before he exploded properly.