Next class

“So, where are we going?” Ian asked Gina just as the two of them exited the hothouse, a fat dollop of cum releasing itself from the swollen tip of his massive fuckstick to splat onto the gravel below him right as they stepped back out into the open, with her right hand in his and her left one being busy wiping away a few strands of her hair that had been glued to her face during the deluge of jizz which he’d sent her way.

“I’m afraid it’s back to reality for you,” Gina glanced over at Ian with as sorrowful expression as she could muster without first doing something about the thick swathes of cum that were sparkling against the honey-tanned, velvety skin of her face, with her long, black eyelashes having been whitened and glued together by a few wayward streaks of balljuice from him, before pulling her lips back into a radiant smile and letting the serious tone with which she’d begun talking be replaced by a much more playful one, “we’ve got another hole for you to fill.”

Resisting the urge to come up with a horrible pun relating to his vast hole-filling capabilities, Ian contented himself with a sincere and well-balanced “I see,” that was followed by him swallowing down a little excess spit as Gina used her tongue to idly lick some of his cum off her left hand, collecting the creamy, viscid substance through nimble swirls of the pink muscle.

“Aren’t you going to ask what it is?” Gina wondered, softly squeezing Ian’s hand and sounding as though she thought that he would definitely enjoy what she had planned for him next.

“I’ll let you surprise me.” As he gave her his reply, Ian felt Gina snake her hand free of his grip, and then heard her gasp when she wrapped her fingers round the immensely thick shaft of his humungous fuckpiece, its bulk being such that she couldn’t stop from bobbing about in the air in front of him as they went along.

“Surprise…” Unleashing a naughty, slutty giggle, Gina let out a husky “Fuck…” and started to slowly pump her hand up and down the length of Ian’s cock, another soft gasp escaping her as she marvelled at the size, girth and hardness of his member, the expertly composed movement of her wrist having resulted in a jet of precum clearing his pisshole to shoot out in front of them, the blast of translucent fluid veering off to the right before landing in a bush, the branches of which shook in the wake of the blast.

His nostrils flaring as a dark grunt poured out of him, Ian quickly draped his left arm over Gina’s shoulder and pulled her closer, with her fingers never leaving his cock as she slipped further in underneath his arm.

As they continued along the footpath on their way back to the main building of the school, Gina and Ian remained close together, the side of her right breast rubbing against his side so that he was made to gasp at the feel of how huge and firm it was even as her steady milking of his cock with both of her nimble hands meant that they quickly became something like a perverted parody of some old fairy-tale, leaving a sticky trail behind them leading back to the hothouse.

When they got closer still to the main building, Gina put a temporary halt to her jerking of Ian’s rigid fuckmast and instead tightened her hold of it a little, employing just the right amount of **** in how she twisted his glans to the right, thereby causing them to turn off in that direction.

“I should have been a gondolier,” Gina jokingly remarked as she led Ian towards a side-entrance to the school, though the vigour with which she’d picked up her pumping of his cock again meant that all she got in the form of a reply from him was a hoarse groan that was in turn followed by the thudding noise of his latest projection of prejizz hitting the door towards which they were heading.

“You’ll have to open the door, stud,” Gina informed Ian as they came up to the door just as he’d just hit it with another blast of precum that had been propelled forwards with such **** and such a short range that it had damn nearly lifted it off its hinges, “my hands are full.”

Chuckling softly at what Gina had said, Ian was aware of her shifting her grip of his cock and allowed her to slip out from under his arm and turn him to the right while he did his best to regain his bearings and locate the door handle, which he yanked down with his left hand.

“The door’s open,” Ian helpfully informed Gina, who by now was standing in front of him, having propped his cock up on top of her gargantuan boobs while her head was tilted forwards far enough that she’d had no trouble in slipping the whole crown of his cock past her luscious lips, her hands having travelled down so that she could cup both of his beefy testes, massaging each of the two heavy orbs through the smoothened skin of his scrotum until several rapid jets of precum shot through her mouth and washed down her gullet.

“Just keeping myself busy in the meantime,” Gina motivated her recent actions once she’d spat Ian’s cockend out of her mouth, forming her lips into a enthralling smile while keeping her hands on his balls and not even flinching when the look that she sent him prompted him to shower her whole face with a discharge of precum.

Much like had been the case during their brief journey back to the school, Gina’s and Ian’s movement up a set of stairs and then down a short corridor was marked by several sticky traces being left in their wake, as wide patches and puddles of his precum were left here and there to glisten from where they’d been messily attached to either the floor, walls or ceiling.

“So here we are,” Gina announced as they came upon another door, with Ian guessing that they were currently in one of the wings of the massive buildings before dropping that chain of thought in favour of being bedazzled by the grin that she proceeded to send his way.

“Again, my hands are full…” Smiling nastily at Ian, Gina giggled at the happy sigh that he let out and then repeated the process of turning him towards her and leaning forwards, a jet of precum swooshing into her mouth before she’d even gotten her lips into contact with the fist-sized business-end of his mammoth fucktool.

Pushing the door open with his left hand, Ian turned his attention to Gina, threading his fingers through her hair as it seemed as though she was pushing herself deeper onto his throbbing fuckpiece before she pulled her head back up again, smacking her lips as soon as his cockhead had left her mouth and winking at him before entering through the door that he’d been so kind as to open for her.

After at first having stared at Gina’s ass for a good couple of seconds, Ian eventually remembered to look up and get a glance at the room which she’d brought him to, and was quite surprised to find himself glancing at a kitchen.

As he stepped across the threshold, Ian took in his new surroundings and was quick to discern that he was in fact standing in front of a half-dozen identical kitchens lined up in a row, one after another, all of them being composed of a stove, sink and counter that ran inwards from directly underneath the windows, with a long line of freezers and refrigerators being placed against the far wall.

“Domestic science?” Ian asked Gina whilst he decided that each of the separate kitchens looked quite cosy, if a little odd when they were lined up next to each other like that.

“Precisely.” Standing in front of Ian at a distance of not more than five feet, Gina crossed her arms and used them to push her tits up.

“I’m not the world’s greatest cook.”

“The girls won’t mind,” Offering Ian an assuring smile, Gina turned round and sauntered over to the nearest counter, moving further away from him.

“And speaking of which, they won’t show for another five minutes or so,” Gina went on to say, the words leaving her mouth as she leaned forwards far enough that her boobs and elbows were placed against the counter.

“Any idea of what we can do to pass the time?” As though the question wasn’t suggestive enough on its own, Gina followed up on it by wagging her juicy ass at Ian.