The lecture begins

‘Quite an exit,’ remarked Vixen, her eyes shining as she smilingly remarked on the way that Adam advanced on the massive-titted blonde slut who quickly got on her haunches in the corridor, jacking his huge monstercock as he took each stride which had the effect of pelting the head of supply with successive blasts of cum.

Dr Sinclair shared a discreet wink with Ian and gave him a smile all to himself as the pair of them, accompanied by the entire room of horny, cumpainted schoolgirls, then kept their vision fixed on the way in which Miss Taylor was becoming progressively erased by the massive gobs of cum that were shooting out of the dilated cumhole of Adam’s climaxing cum-cannon, regular slick sounds accompanying the way that streaks of semen were being emitted from the turgid organ.

Adam himself released a wheezing groan from the depths of his lungs which seemed to be born out of total exhaustion, his naked body dripping with sweat, no doubt incurred at the expense of the vigorous procedures that had occurred in Dr Sinclair’s masterclass. Nonetheless, he staggered forwards far enough to clear the threshold to the classroom and stand in a wide-legged stance over Miss Taylor in the middle of the corridor, the purple head of his monstrously sized pillar of flesh pointed directly at the gorgeous blonde’s face, rhythmically squirting fresh wads of hot, thick semen at the stacked slut from what was no more than six inches away. When each shot splattered into her face, Miss Taylor shrieked with pure, unalloyed delight, the volume of her cries loud enough to make Ian and the rest of the students jump a little bit in surprise, each gooey bolt of semen having the effect of plastering her in more of the thick, molten fluid until not too much of her face could be seen.

By now Miss Taylor had her hands underneath her huge jugs and was cupping the massive mounds of flesh as Adam began to get more creative, painting her upper torso with jizz, filling in the gaps on the mesh top she was wearing and making the blonde look a complete, cumsplattered mess.

‘Well,’ said Vixen, as much as to the class as Ian, even though Adam’s monumental cumshot had clearly not finished. Stepping forwards, the heels of her platform-soled shoes clicking on the floor, Dr Sinclair made her way over to the door, reached out into the corridor where the handle was embedded into the wall, released the door and pulled it shut. No more than a second later, a violent squirt of fluid smacked with a solid thump against the rectangle of frosted glass in the doorway, the gluey fluid on the other side oozing slowly down.

‘I hope you all appreciated Mr Longfellow’s contribution to the lecture,’ said Vixen, again, winking at Ian as she paid no attention whatsoever to the massive splotch of goo that had jut been jetted onto the door behind her, moving past Ian with athletic strides of her long legs to make her way back on the small raised dais at the front of the science lab.

The question was rhetorical, a way of segueing from one portion of the class to the next, but Ian couldn’t help but feel that there was an element of wit to the way that Dr Sinclair went about her lecture, performative, controlled, but with something of a humorous twist.

‘Mr Longfellow is a personal friend of mine, who I invited here today to give you an idea of the uppermost of what is possible in the world of the male orgasm,’ continued Vixen, busily tapping away at the keys of the computer console in front of her. ‘Now, I will admit that we suffered a small mishap in that my lecture notes were unfortunately destroyed in the first few moments of the class…’

At this, Vixen dipped one of her vinyl glove-covered hands into a sink on the teacher’s desk and pulled out a big white blob which looked a little like unformed papier-mache, the gooey white sludge dripping through her black-clad fingers, some of the less-saturated material falling away into sheets of paper. A number of girls chuckled at the sight of this, the sound being cut short by another ‘THUMP’ from the door behind Ian, accompanied by thin splash of cum spurting through the keyhole and landing on the floor of the classroom, whereupon the general merriment resumed.

‘But,’ resumed Vixen, ‘I think I will be able to carry on from where I left off with the use of some visual aids.’

At this juncture, Ian observed that next to the blackboard, where the middle of the word ‘MONSTERCOCK’ was slowly melting and dribbling downwards thanks to the giant splat of precum that he had splurged into it, was an interactive whiteboard, with the words ‘Male orgasm Masterclass 101’ upon it. Ian noted that the number ‘101’ in the title was in the centre of the screen, somewhat larger than the other letters, and that the ‘1’s in the title were actually stylised, veiny penises, the tips of them spurting white fluid. ‘Dr Vixxxen Sinclair’ was written underneath, and Ian wondered whether that was the actual spelling or Vixen’s own affectation.

‘Though Mr Longfellow needed no introduction, I did prepare a few slides of the PowerPoint presentation to have the effect of sharing his capabilities with you, girls, so you might as well still see them,’ said Vixen, before tapping the keyboard once.

The next slide came up on the whiteboard, revealing a close-up photograph of three female faces, all the way down to the neck and upper torso. On the **** right of the photo was the lower portion of a male body, the groin being pushed outwards, a muscular abdomen being seen just above this. Jutting from the groin area was a staggeringly long shaft of cockflesh, the muscular, vein-mapped flesh sticking out from the man perfectly straight and horizontally. The thick tube of brawny cock was laid across the bridge of the nose of each of the women, and flat against their eyes, completely obscuring them from view. Each of the women’s features was enlivened by an immense smile, but their eyes were each totally hidden by the fat mast of cock that was over them. A huge, purple, bell-shaped end flared from the tip of the cock just past the third woman’s face, a gluey rope of semen distending from the end to drip down onto the third woman’s bare shoulder.

‘This is me, Nurse Cannon of the facility next door and Nurse Pennyweather of this school who I’m sure you all know and love. This is the occasion where we tried some tests on Mr Longfellow.’

Dr Sinclair’s sentence was punctuated by a thump as a massive gob of precum spurted from Ian’s dick and splattered the whiteboard, the star-shaped spatter of juice smacking into the mouth of woman in the middle.

‘Full marks, Mr White,’ said Dr Sinclair, without missing a beat, ‘I am indeed the one in the middle, although the massive shaft laid on top of my nose makes identification that little bit difficult.’

A few of the girls giggled at this, and Ian once again allowed his gaze to slip from the presentation and wander over the faces and tits of the splendid array or gorgeous sluts sitting attentively behind their desks, a couple of them returning his glance and licking their lips at the way that the residue of the burst of precum dribbled form the tip of his humongous shaft and slid down the underside of his cock. One in particular, a gorgeous young blonde with a tight t-shirt on it that had the words ‘CUM HERE’ and a target painted on her tits, was doing so until a blob of cum dripped off the ceiling and onto the top of her head. Her eyes flitted up towards the top of her head, but she didn’t stop smiling.

Dr Sinclair pressed another key and another photograph came up. ‘Next is a series of passport photos. This exercise was conducted earlier this week, to convey an idea of the rate of Mr Longfellow’s ejaculation. I sat in the booth, and asked Mr Longfellow to stick his huge log of meat through the curtains and get ready to blast a huge load all over me.’

The first photo showed the unbelievably gorgeous face of Dr Sinclair, just her head and neck, in typical passport photo pose. What was rather more unorthodox was the massive tip of a cock pointing directly at her face from the left side of the frame. Vixen’s mouth hung hungrily open, her eyes looking directly at the camera in a heart-stoppingly slutty way.

Vixen pressed a key and went to the next picture. It was the next photo in the sequence, and was different by virtue of the fact that Dr Sinclair’s mouth was that little bit wider, now opened in an expression of delight, and her left eye had been plastered shut so that the photo displayed her expression as an obscene wink.

Dr Sinclair pressed another key and allowed the next picture to come up. By now her two-tone hair was splattered with semen, both her eyes had been glued shut, her nostrils were clogged, a thick beard of cum dangled from her chin, and her cheeks and chin and forehead were cross-hatched with long, thick ropes of semen.

By the fourth picture vixen was completely unrecognisable, her whole face a mottled clump of thick semen, the huge cock still sticking in one side of the photo.

‘I actually sent this picture to be my passport photo,’ remarked Vixen, ‘but they said that there was something wrong with it. I can’t imagine what…’

At this point Ian groaned and a thick slash of precum spurted from his cockend and smacked Vixen all over her massive, jutting knockers, the Doctor smiling as her enormous jugs were coated and glistening with the gleaming fluid, appreciative moans emanating from various members of the class.

‘At least someone appreciates it,’ Vixen said, turning to Ian with yet another dazzling smile.

Ian felt his heart pound as Vixen kept her gaze on him.

‘It may interest the class to know that I first became aware of Mr White, this huge cocked stud no less than an hour earlier when he blew a messy mass of precum into my face just as I stepped through the doors to the school, I knew right there and then that I wanted to include him in my lecture.’

As soon as Vixen had stopped talking, Ian released a whopping load of gluey precum that made his dick judder as it whipped from his tip and hurtled towards Vixen, the translucent load smacking into her face, giving her a sloppy, transparent mask that slide down her face and dripped from her chin.

‘Yes…’ said Vixen, as soon as the laughter of the class subsided, ‘it was a little like that. But, on to the next slide,’ she resumed, with a smirk.