Ian loses control

The juncture between Jody’s asshole and Ian’s fuckpole was foaming, and Ian knew that it was because the amount of precum that he was pumping into her rectum was becoming whipped into a clear forth by his pounding of her derriere. Ian put his hands around her waist and concentrated on thrusting, pulling every inch of his foot-and-a-half inch cock from her sweet rectum and then driving the full length back in, watching with satisfaction as the diameter of her tight ring dilated improbably to allow the girth of his cum-cannon full access to her anal passage. No wonder she was screaming, Ian reflected, as he watched her asshole engulf the full dimensions of his veiny fucktube. If his biology hadn’t been better he would have sworn that the head of his cock was ending up somewhere between her lungs.

Deciding that he wouldn’t mind measuring this, Ian withdrew his monstercock from his student’s ass, accompanied with an extremely protracted ‘Squeeeeaaaaalch!’ Then, balancing his heavily hanging balls on her astounding buttocks, he let the huge fuckpole drop dead weight onto Jody’s back. The meaty log slammed onto her back with a loud ‘Splat’! Immediately a jet of precum squirted onto the back of Jody’s head, who yelped in delight.

Ian noted that the massive bell-shaped head of his cock had come to rest between Jody’s shoulderblades. Somehow, something didn’t seem anatomically correct in all this, Ian thought.

‘Did you cum, Sir?’ asked Jody, ‘it feels like I’ve got a python on my back!’

‘You’ll know when I cum,’ said Ian.

With this, Ian turned Jody around and pressed her shoulders downwards. Obediently, the brunette got onto her knees in front of him. The head of his thick shaft came to rest against her face when she completed the manoeuvre, which didn’t exactly disappoint her. Not really thinking clearly, but keen to improvise, Ian reached out and pulled at the bottom of her t-shirt, opening up a few inches between the top and her tanned flesh. Pulling his hips backwards, Ian was able to retract his cock enough for it to slither down the brunette slut’s face, into her cleavage, and then down between her tits. This accomplished, he pushed his cock up and released his grip on her t-shirt, allowing the elasticated rim of the garment to snap back against her boobs, trapping his bloated cockend neatly underneath it, wedged between her firm, unyielding tits.

Smiling, Jody grasped the outermost sides of her boobs and pushed them together, titfucking Ian. As she was doing so Ian looked around. At this point, Lexxxi’s camouflage dress had just become pasted to her body and was sticking to her curves like a wet rag. Tabitha had the dildo lodged squarely up Emma’s ass and was pumping it in and out.

At that point Ian exploded.

The **** of the jet of cum that erupted from his cockend, combined with the ballooning of the fist-sized head had the effect of shredding Jody’s t-shirt into pieces. A loud tearing sound filled the room as cum exploded in different directions, spiralling out all over like a Catherine wheel. Everything within a 360 degree radius caught something, the walls, floor and catwalk.

The pressure of rending Jody’s top in two sent Ian’s dick haywire, and it cannoned sideways, slapping Lexxxi hard in the face. Recoiling from this, it ended up pointing back at Jody, blasting her directly in the face from no more than sic inches away. Her sunglasses were instantly covered in cum.

Finally gaining control of his spasming rod, Ian grasped it firmly, turned towards Tabitha and Emma and hosed them with five or six spurts. One knocked Tabitha’s cap from her head.

Turning back to Lexxxi, Ian treated her next. She opened wide to take his load in her mouth, but was unprepared for the product his bloated cum-cannon could emit. Although her lips were stretched wide, the volume of the blast was much wider than her open mouth and the first load blasted her from chin to cheeks and even clung to her blonde hair.

****, Lexxxi tried to say something as a backwash of cum flooded from her mouth but before she could do anything Ian shot again, this one sealing her right eye, jizz slapping into the lid. The next bolt caught the whole left side of her head, dripping thick and hot in her hair, clotting up into a pearl coloured spider-web of jizz. Since her massive tits were bared Ian coated them too, creaming the huge orbs.

At this point, standing in the middle of four exhausted, drenched girls, there was simply a stunned silence, apart from the steady dripping of precum that resumed from Ian’s ever-ready penis. Ian looked for the clipboard.