Captured for posterity

‘Unbelievable,’ said Brooke finally, regaining a little composure after the monumental orgasm to which she had just been treated, ‘you girls are quite the display.’

The nine sluts said nothing too coherent after the cumblast, most of them giggling, gurgling and engaging in sloppy sessions of cum-swapping and smooching cum from various points of each other’s delectable anatomies.

‘Hold it right there, class,’ said Brooke, ‘I think this moment needs to be immortalised.’

As it happened most of the girls were quite happy to remain in their current positions, kissing and sucking each other, and watching Ian plug Tabitha’s asshole with his monstercock, so that Brooke was able to gather her wits momentarily and sashay on her heels up behind them on the catwalk and through the curtain into the adjoining classroom.

Once behind it, Ian herd her say, in a general tone of voice, ‘Miss Forbes, do you by any chance have the camera…?’

Ian was occupied with seeing whether he could fit the entirity of his massive meatpole into Tabitha’s anus at present with every swift stroke, but it didn’t seem long before Brooke once made her way through the curtain brandishing a digital camera.

Moving back to her original position next to Ian, Brooke pointed the camera at the girls, ‘now,’ she said, ‘say “We got creamed!”’

Primping themselves up into their best pornstar poses, the girls, as one, declared joyously, ‘We got creamed!’

At that point Brooke took the photo. It looked a little like this. Lexxxi was on her knees in the middle of the front row, her tongue extended as far as it would go. A long ribbon of cum was snaking off the end of it and extending all the way to the floor. Next to her, Jody was leaning in, her sunglasses absolutely plastered with cum, her own tongue stretched out towards Lexxxi’s, a droopy rope of semen connecting the two pink organs. On the other side of Lexxxi, Puma was leaning in, a mirror image to Jody, her sunglasses also splattered with white goo, her tongue protruding also, trying to catch the huge cum-rope that was streaming from Lexxxi’s mouth. Andrea had one boxing glove hoisted around Puma’s shoulder, and was using the other one to cushion the underside of her enormous tits, what was left of the vest-top she had been wearing bunched up around her collarbone, her massive boobs pasted with thick wads of semen. Angel was on her haunches smiling on the other side of the fivesome, her tits streaked with cum, one eye closed due to a particulaly good shot.

On the top row, Mischa had turned to her profile with her legs set backwards, allowing her gorgeous ass to stick in the air, and had hiked her black PVC skirt up a little so that her glorious buttocks could be seen. Her body was leaning forwards, nearly horizontal to the floor but for the slight arch upwards so that she could peer over her shoulder towards the camera, one eye closed in a salacious wink, her jaw open in an expressive, dazzling smile. Tiffany stood face-on with her legs straight, her hands on her hips, staring the camera as cum sat in a thick shelf on her cleavage. She had pulled the top of her dress down and her two huge, busty mounds had popped over the top of it. Next to her the blonde and the brunette, Chloe an Mia, had their faces together, were staring at the camera, and were sharing a very sloppy, cum-filled kiss.

At this point, the bell for the end of the period went. Brooke snapped as many pictures as she could, before reluctantly telling the girls to go for lunch.

‘You too!’ she added, smacking Tabitha on her upturned asscheeks, hard. Looking a little cheated, the black girl eased herself off Ian’s shaft with a regretful stare at her teacher and made her way into the other classroom, following her friends. Ian’s dick plopped out of her rectum and hung in front of him, protruding outwards, as ever, as a right-angle to his body.

‘Still hard, eh?’ said Brooke.

‘Can you blame me?’ said Ian.

‘Guess not,’ said Brooke, scrolling through the viewfinder at the pictures she had just taken.

‘May I see?’ said Ian.

‘Don’t blow your load, Mr White. These are awfully hot.’

At this point, Kimberly popped her head through the curtains. She was still wearing the cowgirl hat.

‘Je-sus!’ the blonde exclaimed, surveying the mess, ‘this place is fucking ruined!’

Ian smiled to himself as he looked through the pictures.

'Oh, I don't know. I think that was a pretty good lesson.'