Massive Facials

As the SCCCCLLLOOOORRPPPPP sound of Ian's massive tool evacuating Laura's rectal passage echoed around the staff room, Laura span around and got on her knees in front of Ian, leering up at him, raising and eyebrow, and sliding her hands to cup her absolutely behemoth, smooth, taut, flesh boulders, jiggling them alternately for him, the round tanned mounds gleaming in the light. They would have dwarfed basketballs.

'Why don't you stop complaining and empty your fucking balls all over me, stud?' Ian's girlfriend said, sticking her tongue out of her mouth and flickering it at him whoreishly.

'Fucking cum on all of us!' came CC's voice from directly behind Laura, and Ian saw that the other four of his monster-jugged nymphomaniac colleagues were each on their knees on the couch behind, all in a row, each of them with their back arched, thrusting their gigantic, round, glossy skinned knockers out at him and looking at him more than suggestively.

'Yeah, blast us with your fucking spunk,' Mrs Grayson said, with a wink.

'We wanna get fucking *glazed*,' Summer giggled, 'use that monster cock to fucking *coat* us.'

'Better hurry up though!' Candy said.

'Fuuuuuckkkk...'

Ian had five willing targets and not much time. In his mind, he could almost hear the clip-clop of Ginni's heels in the corridor as she proceeded back towards the staff room. Laura was on her knees on the floor, the big tit bombshell whore with her mouth agape and tongue extended as far as it would go, begging for his cum, while the other four sluts did similar, slightly elevated on the couch behind her.

No matter how many times he did this, it was always on the money.

He took the situation in both hands, placing one flat against his groin, pressing down against the bloatedly sprouting root of his vast, throbbing phallus, with the other, his right, taking long, sweeping strokes up and down the veiny length, twisting around just as his curled fingers met the proudly inflated and smooth, engorged crown.

'Fuck,' he said.

Then he cried out hard.

SSSSPPPLLATTTTTTT!!!!!

A thick jet of hot, white, creamy, thick cum hosed out of the tip of his cock and plastered Laura directly in the face, the gooeyness and messiness of the load obliterating her features, smacking hard into both eyes and covering her nose, where two bubbles appeared instantly where her nostrils were. It was sprayed in a line so that it slapped over her forehead and bejewelled her hair, the tail of it landing in her opened mouth, a string of it dangling off the tip of her tongue. Laura giggled, open mouthed, shoulders scrunching up as she did so, eyes still open even as they were webbed with spunk. Ian blasted her again, once more in the face, and the second load drenched her in goo, streaking her cheeks and forehead again, by which point a thick, gluey white strand was already trailing from her chin. Ian grunted and groaned and expelled another two bursts, twisting his aim so that each one of her monster mega-boobs was splattered in white, hosing one then the other with heavy, long bursts that exploded upon impact with her taut, firm, projecting titflesh.

As Laura giggled happily and healthily, Ian turned his aim again and fired for the whores on the couch. These big tit vixens were further away but it was all the same to him.

SPPPLAAATTTTTT -- he nailed Candy right between the eyes. She winced at the impact as cum flew everywhere.

SPLPLLLAATTTTT -- CC caught the next long cum comet all over her forehead, plastering all over her tanned skin in a star shape and dripping down both sides of her nose, a thick, heavy mess plastered in her blonde tresses.

SPPLLLLATTTTTT -- Mrs Grayson found a bolt of white, thick cream spat out of Ian's cock and projected directly into the back of her lewdly opened mouth, firing into her throat and making her gag. Spluttering, fleck of white cum cascaded out over the milf's mouth as she coughed.

SPPPLLLLAAATTTTT -- Summer was next, a beam of thick molten loin syrup erupting from Ian's cock tip, jetting through the air and sliming her in one long unbroken line all the way from her chin and travelling up, sticking where it landed on her lips, nose, glasses, forehead and splatting into a white line all the way up her blonde-buzz cut hair.

Laura had turned round to see where Ian's other cum blasts had been deposited, and when she twisted her head back to him he fired another salvo that smacked right between her eyes again, before lifting his bucking horse cock up again to blast another load all over Mrs Grayson's monster jugs, then, next to her, CC's massive fuck globes. CC hefted them up and rolled her fingers around the monster fuck bags, glazing them in Ian's semen, as Ian moved again to the right and shot another huge, thick jet that arced through the air and splattered Summer's face again.

'Fucking hell it's like a firehose!!!!' Summer yelled, laughing.

Ian twisted his cock all the way to the other end of the quartet of whores and fired off another bolt of thick, gluey, heavy cum all over Candy, who giggled and played with the mess as it dripped from her chin and jaw all over her tits. Another welter of gluey spunk shot from his cock end and smacked hard into CC's face, then Mrs Grayson's, and then Summer's again. By this point the amount of heavy, sticky cum that decorated each of the whores was plastered to their features. Ian moved closer to Laura and stroked his cock *hard*, sending four more point blank loads into her gorgeous face, smothering her with so much cum he could barely see her thick eyelashes blinking to dislodge the load. Then he tipped his cock up and shot more over Laura's head, now covering CC, then Mrs Grayson's, the Summer's monster hooters in more cum, firing lassos of sticky white jizz that landed all over their taut, firm knockers with audible splats.

The four whores on the couch leaned in to smooch his cock tip and slide their lips and tongues over his bell end as his orgasm finally subsided.

Then he heard it.

The clip clop of steps up the corridor.

'She's fucking here!' Ian shouted.

'Oooops...' Laura grinned, Ian's cock resting on top of her head, not looking at all guilty.

'Have we been bad?' Summer asked. 'Should we not have done that?'

'Fuck!!!' Ian said. Looking down at the five grinning whores that were clustered around his deflating monster cock, Laura's face obscured by his gigantic, pulsing, post-orgasmic fuck log.

This could simply not be explained away. Five splattered whores, him with no trousers, an aftermath of sexual carnage. And Ginni had only been gone for two minutes! What could he do? There was no escape!

Suddenly he was very afraid. He considered jumping out of the window. Let the sluts deal with it. Say I've been taken ill. Then he felt something soft being pushed into his stomach.

'Here,' Laura said, Ian's monster dick still projecting out over her forehead, being lovingly smooched and nuzzled by the quartet of whores behind, 'put these on.'

'What are they?' Ian looked at the fabric that Laura was pressing into his midriff.

'They're shorts. They're the emergency pair. That's the backup PE costume that we keep as spares for when students forget their kit. Except, duh, we never use them. I brought it just in case because I know how you are.'

Oh great. He was down to shorts now.

But it was considerably better than nothing.

Mrs Grayson gave the tip of his still-leaking cock a final noisy, wet, slurping suck and then, uncharacteristically, belched incredibly loudly, 'probably should have cum inside of us. You know, hide the evidence.'