Ian takes his pick

The **** of the spurt of precum that had jetted from the tip of his cock had been so severe that it had caused Ian to grunt loudly and close his eyes momentarily as he gritted his teeth after having aimed at the pile of slutty clothes that was to be his choice. When he opened them again and saw what had happened he was unsurprised at Laura’s exclamation.

Ian had sent his blast of prejizz shooting from his castiron monstercock at the third pile of clothes – the salacious t-shirt, thong and legwarmers. What he was unprepared for was the sheer volume of precum that had been ejected from his achingly hard member in the process. Glancing at Laura, he saw the stacked, naked blonde gasping wide eyed as she looked at the pile of clothes, her left hand clasped over her mouth in a gesture of genuine astonishment.

The pile of clothes was laying in a pool of gelatinous precum, about a foot square, with the collection of transparent prejizz actually seeming to have the depth of between two or three inches, so that the three garments were actually swimming in the minuscule lake that he had created. The blue thong which Ian had blasted from his colossal meatstick was actually floating in the viscous fluid. Both the clothes and the bedsheet upon which they had rested were entirely saturated by the clear, gluey fluid.

The huge-titted megaslut moved over to the bed almost hesitantly and dangled the tips of her fingers in the pool of transparent precum.

‘This one, huh?’ she said.

Reaching in, she picked up the cropped t-shirt between her finger and thumb and lifted the drenched material out of the puddle of prejizz, holding it up. Long ropes of the gluey substance dripped from it back down onto the bed.

‘Just like you to want me to walk around with the word ‘Cock’ emblazoned across my tits,’ Laura remarked, as Ian grinned and began to fist his huge cock with his right hand, taking long strokes, a fact which made Laura lick her lips as her colleague slowly massaged his glistening dick.

‘Just like you to do it,’ replied Ian.

‘How right you are,’ said Laura. With a nasty smile, she found the bottom of the t-shirt and proceeded to stick her arms though, wriggling a little as she placed the wet fabric over her head and her arms came through the tiny sleeves and, with a little struggle, managed to wind the constrictive garment over her head. Then, once this had been done, the big titted blonde babe took the lower hem of the t-shirt and pulled it downward and out, trying to stretch the fabric over her colossal melons.

She met with a sort of success. The fabric was saturated and as a consequence of this was even tighter than usual, which, with the fit of the shirt being skintight and elasticated, was already going to be tight to begin with. Only when it was on her body did Ian finally appreciate just how tiny the t-shirt was. Basically, the saturated garment only fitted over the top halves of her boobs, with the circular half of her stunningly tanned, gleaming underboobs projecting out of her torso completely revealed underneath. The wet fabric was stretched taut over her tits, just barely covering her nipples. Ian noticed the huge, cartoonish, veiny cock that protruded in from the lower left hand corner of the t-shirt which completed the design of the t-shirt, the foreground of which was the O of the word Cock, represented by a drooling cockend. Laura fussed a little with smoothing out the wet fabric against her massive knockers, making certain that there were no creases and that the garment clung perfectly to the contours of her massive tits.

‘What do you think?’

Miss Hart put her hands of her hips and turned to face Ian. Ian groaned as the spectacular blonde smiled at him, standing there naked except for the transparent stripper shoes and the drenched t-shirt clinging to her glorious body. Laura yelped as he released a gush of precum that sprang from the tip of his cock with a slick sound and smacked against the tattoo on the lower portion of her abdomen that led to her juicing pussy.

‘I was always led to believe that it was sexier when girls got undressed,’ Ian said, ‘but you’ve turned that around on me.’

‘So I see,’ said Laura, unable to prevent herself from reaching down and massaging the clear, gluey precum into the place where it had landed on her tight, ripped abdomen, gently working the fluid into the skin where her tattoo was. ‘Let’s keep it going, then, shall we?’ she said.

Reaching down to the bed, Laura once again dipped her fingers into the puddle of precum, that, thanks to the thickness of the fluid, still retained its form as a little pool, and retrieved the thong that Ian had projected onto the pile of clothes. Daintily, the megaboobed slut took the tiny piece of underwear, which dripped liberally with precum as she stepped into it and then pulled it up her exquisite legs. Squirming her hips as little as she pulled the tiny flap of soaked fabric over her pussy, every detail of which could still be seen as she did so, Laura then pulled the elasticated parts of the underwear high over her hips and then let them snap back down.

‘Wait,’ said Ian, as Laura was about to reach down for the pair of legwarmers.

As Laura paused above the bed, Ian set himself, planted his legs firmly apart and then started to jack his cock purposefully. Laura didn’t have much time to guess what he was doing before Ian grunted and relinquished a massive burst of precum that spewed from his cockend in a long, gloopy rope, a heavy spurt that wobbled out of his dick and smacked against the bedsheet.

‘Fuck.’ Laura was blinking in shock.

What Ian had done was to emit another astonishingly fat wad of prejizz onto the bed so that the fourth pile of clothes was now swimming in a coagulated pool of transparent precum. The black, shiny, faux-leather leggings were completely covered by the shallow puddle of gloopy liquid. Ian rested the mammoth trunk of his protruding member against the bed, the huge cock jutting outwards, as Laura reached into the puddle and stirred the leggings around in the warm, gluey discharge. When she finally lifted them up, precum spewed torrentially from the saturated garment onto the bedclothes onto the white boobtube underneath.

‘A little from column A, a little from column B?’ Ian suggested.

Laura smiled at him despite herself, the mischievous grin accentuating the nasty, wanton look in her gorgeous eyes. She turned around, presenting her incredible asscheeks to her colleague, kicked off the stripper heels and then hauled the soaked skintight shiny leggings up her calves, bending over as she did so, her juicy glutes glistening in the light. The drenched fabric squealed a little as it made its way up her legs. After Laura seemed to have been pulling the black leggings up her mile-long legs for ages, she reached her juicy buttocks. At this juncture she realised that Ian’s blast of precum had done the same thing to the leggings as it had to the t-shirt – shrunk them. Try as she might, Laura could not get the leggings as high as they were designed to go. So now she had a wet t-shirt on that covered half of her boobs and a pair of shiny black leggings clinging to her legs that only covered half of her ass, the blue thong sticking up over the leggings, going over her hips.

As Laura was just preoccupied with fitting her feet back into the stripper shoes, she heard a squelching sound from the direction of the bed. She turned to see Ian with a nonchalant look on his face, his dick in his hand, pointing at the first pile of clothes that she had laid out.

‘Oops…’ Ian said.

Once more, Laura smiled, and wordlessly dipped her hand into the new puddle of precum to retrieve the only items that she could still wear – the black latex fingerless gloves. She made quite a show of putting them on for Ian, snapping the wet material against her skin when she had fitted them on her arms.

Then she stood in front of Ian with the stripper shoes, the skintight shiny leggings, the thong, the drenched t-shirt with the cock coming out of it, the gloves, and said, ‘how do I look?’

The second she closed her mouth, another bolt of precum smacked into her face.