Running late

The bell could ring as much as it liked, but no one in the small locker room would heed it in any way. In fact, Ian was so far lost in his delighted appreciation of having the two beautiful young vixens servicing his hard cock and sperm-bloated balls that he barely even heard the bell to begin with.

The tightly packed quintet of groaning, sweating lovers humped each other for several more minutes, Nicole and Brooke letting out muffled screams of ecstasy as they climaxed hard in response to the various bits of Ian's that was shoved into their anuses.

Soon, both of the men could feel their balls begin to throb profusely, a sure sign that neither of them was far from orgasm.

Feeling more than a little light-headed, Ian had no recollection of how it had come to be that he had suddenly gone from a seated to a standing position, his right hip suddenly brushing against Lewis' left one as the two men stood side by side, with their three female counterparts on their haunches in front of them.

Shooting Lewis and Ian a radiant smile, Brooke hooked her thumbs in under the top of her clingy boobtube, and **** the garment downwards to reveal her huge tits in all their unrestrained glory, her small, brown nipples appearing to be every bit as hard as they could get while her skimpy boobtube was suddenly transformed into an equally undersized corset.

Kathy meanwhile had pulled aside the straps of her skin-hugging dress, which was now bunched up around her slim waist, her fabulous tits now as completely exposed as her bald, puffy sex.

The two men had watched the appearances of the three women in awed silence, but they soon returned to groaning and moaning as their lovers' began to rub their mouths all over their cocks and testes, Brooke stretching her plump lips in a sex-crazed attempt to fit all of Ian's scrotum inside her maw, failing to swallow it completely but still managing to get enough of it for it to cause her cheeks to bulge out in a most obscene manner.

Kathy was sitting at the rear, holding the tips of both cocks in a firm grip and running a thumb each against the bottom of their heads while she alternated between which of them to fit into her mouth.

Nicole, finally, had seized control of the much-shared dildo, and had rammed it up her anus, no doubt as a remedy to the fact that it was feeling a bit empty after Ian had retracted his cock from it, and was focusing on Lewis, making the boy groan again and again through her nimble running of her tongue all along the length of his thick dick and down across his swelling nutsack.

Even if there was a man alive that could stand up to such a treatment for long without starting to shoot his cum in a most vivid way, which was debatable, it became abundantly clear that neither Lewis or Ian that man, as both men soon began to tremble, every muscle in their bodies seeming to go spastic and their legs barely servicing to maintain them in an upright position as jizz began to geyser out of their cumholes.

It soon became evident that Lewis had been exposed to the same type of pills as Ian, for sperm was gushing out of his prick with astonishing speed and in copious volumes.

Deciding to share the fun instead of fighting amongst themselves, Kathy, Brooke and Nicole cuddled up together, their chins and tits pressed together, and basked in double cum-showers that was coming their way.

Their unison was soon broken however as the **** of the combined torrents of sticky jizz **** Kathy onto her ass, and the smouldering hot brunette was now sitting with her legs spread wide apart, her crotch completely exposed to Ian's hungry gaze, allowing him to watch as her reaction to the plenitude of cum smacking against her tanned skin was to finger-fuck herself like a woman possessed, four of digits once again being blurred from the speed with which she **** them in and out of her juice-soaked twat.

Deciding that her front was adequately painted, Nicole now got down like a dog on all fours, facing away from Lewis and Ian, and allowed them to see the hilt of the long dildo sticking out of her diluted asshole as glossy strings of balljuice spattered across the twin globes of her juicy, heart-shaped ass.

Brooke was now lying on her right side, her feet facing the two studs, with her left leg pointing straight up into the air and three fingers of her right hand was pumped in and out of her moist slit and two of her left were swirling around inside her anus, her thumb tapping against her stretched sphincter.

As for Ian and Lewis, the two men could do little but jerk themselves off while doing their best to distribute their loads evenly amongst the trio of insatiable sluts.

Having lost whatever track of time that he might have still possessed and feeling inclined to believe that he had just pumped out about a gallon of cum all over the three horny little teenage minxes, Ian suddenly became aware of the steady sound of metal being pounded.

Like the other members of the improvised orgy, Ian turning his head in the direction from which the sound was originating, and found himself looking at Miss Taylor.

Most likely, the seated Miss Taylor was banging one hand into the locker behind her as a way of applauding their performance without being **** to use her right hand, which was currently thrust deep into her exposed cunt.

Still clad in her catsuit, Miss Taylor had unzipped it and both of her huge tits had spilled out of it, the sight of the two flawlessly shaped and generously sized orbs causing one last jet of cum to come flying out of Ian's distended cumhole and make its way to splat against Kathy's chin.

"I suspected that there would be a delay..." Miss Taylor spoke, gritting her white teeth in reaction to her fingering of her own slit.

Ceasing her masturbation and swiftly getting up on her, Miss Taylor sauntered her way across the short distance separating her from the quintet.

"You all have classes to go to, don't you?" Miss Taylor asked the four students, who had all gotten on their feet and were now waiting for Miss Taylor to chastise or dismiss them. Miss Taylor did neither of those two things, however, but instead focused on Ian.

Grabbing his cock, to which Ian responded with a surprised grunt, Miss Taylor tugged the long tube of juice-coated meat upwards, its length meaning that she barely had to bend forwards at all to get a sample of his jizz.

A thick pearl of cum was still apparent at the entrance to Ian's pisshole, and it was that fat gob that Miss Taylor now sucked into her mouth with a shameless slurping noise to accompany her action before returning the pillar of cockmeat to its original semi-horizontal position.

To Ian's bafflement, Miss Taylor then didn't let go off his member, but instead began to fist it rhythmically.

"Mr White," his foreskin was pushed back as far as it would go, "I think that you're being a bit mean to me," his cock was twitching against the palm of her hand, "forcing me to stumble over the end results of what you've been doing to all these sluts," his balls were once more throbbing fiercely, "ramming your fat, beautiful cock into their mouths and pussies and assholes and not even offering to do the same to me," pre-cum was squirting out of his pisshole in thick streams now, "don't you think that I might enjoy the feel of having your cock shoved up my sweet little asshole?"

Ian was at a loss on how to respond to Miss Taylor's behaviour, but he was at least certain of one thing; he wouldn't protest if she decided to have her way with him.