Laurence dresses and departs

“Ahem, Lady Katherine...” Standing there towering over the pair of hot, horny sluts that he’d just dominated and with his mammoth erection projecting out far in front of him like the promise that he could keep dominating them like that for as long as he’d like made hard, vascular flesh, Laurence nevertheless was meticulous about addressing his mistress with the respect that she deserved, “Perhaps that’s not such a good idea.”

“Why?” Katherine grinned and threw a quick glance at where a small fraction of Laurence’s last pair of trousers still clung to the wall behind him, “Esette did modify your uniform.”

“U-uniform…?” If Laurence had sounded slightly confused a few moments earlier, Esette sounded absolutely mystified when she groaned from where she laid on the floor, her stacked, sexy body a glistening mess of Laurence’s spunk and a combo of her own sweat and girlcum. Although to be fair, her mind and body was currently so wracked by the barrage of anal orgasms that had hit her that at the moment she’d probably be challenged trying to remember which end of a fork you were supposed to use.

“Even so,” Still courteous, Laurence refused to be swayed by Katherine’s reasoning, or by the way in which she was eye-fucking his cock.

“I suppose I can’t blame you, Laurence,” Shrugging her shoulders with enough gusto to make her whopping great big pair of cans jump, Katherine eyed him saucily, “In your place, I’d jump at every chance to fuck my daughter too.”

“My lady,” The images that popped up in his head of mother and daughter licking each others pussies and fondling each others tits prompted Laurence to pause and unleash a welter of precum that cut a nice arc through the air as it covered the distance of the room they were in, cleared the doorway to the bathroom and splashed down in the bathtub, “I’m only trying to help out Miss Steele!”

“Balls, Laurence,” Katherine’s grin turned nasty, “You want Victoria to watch as you fuck the shit out of Beatrix and add her to your personal harem of nympho size-queen whores.”

“Katherine...” His voice turning into a dark, rough growl that overwhelmed the pleading look that he’d been trying to give off as he’d opened his mouth, Laurence knew that if Katherine didn’t stop soon, he’d have to fuck her again.

“Just so long as you remember who’s your queen slut,” Katherine kept the nasty grin glued to her beautiful face, but a certain softness seeped into her voice. And with that, she appeared to decide the issue settled.

“Come on, Esette,” With a firm but gentle touch, Katherine helped her fellow babe back up onto her knees, “I figure we could both do with another bath. Then we can go pop in on Samantha and see if her ceiling needs cleaning too.”

Her mind still rattled in the aftermath of such orgasmic highs, Esette reacted instinctively by having another hot-bodied, top-heavy vixen in such close proximity to her by reaching out and planting her lips on Katherine’s.

If Katherine was surprised, she didn’t show it, and in a matter of seconds the two women were engaged in passionate kiss that stretched itself out whilst they felt each other up, Katherine teasing Esette’s tits while Esette went for the less subtle approach by jabbing a hand in between Katherine’s legs and making her tongue go stiff by cramming as many fingers as she could into her drenched little cunt.

Above them, Laurence groaned in frustration and shook his head right after pelting the wall with another blast of precum. Balling his hands up into tight fists, he could do little but wait and resist the temptation to join in.

Thankfully, Laurence’s wait wasn’t long, since Katherine managed to pull herself to her feet and bring Esette up with her, the two women rising without letting go of each other, their boobs becoming pressed together and each slut switching to grope the other’s juicy ass. Locked closely together like that, they began throughout the room. Holding the initiative as they moved, Katherine manoeuvred through the suite with an ease suggesting that she’d done this hundreds of times in the past, easily side-stepping a couch, a table and a few chairs before finally pushing Esette through the doorway to the bathroom and plunging in after her.

Walking up to where Esette had dumped his modified uniform, Laurence decided to save the trickiest part till last. The shirt and vest fit him, although they both seemed a little tighter than normal. Maybe they’d been washed too hard, or were a little older than his usual ones, though. After all, him spending his days balls-deep inside Katherine, Victoria or various members of the Countess Thorns’ staff had caused Laurence to bulk up a bit. While he considered that, he could water splashing and excited, girlish squeals from inside the bathroom.

Once he’d dressed himself from the waist up, Laurence picked up his trousers and began slipping them on. Of course, even with them having been modified by Esette, they were still struggling to handle his enlarged cock. Perhaps he should wait a little longer and let it soften a bit.

“That’s it! Don’t lick my cunt, fucking suck it!” But then Katherine’s excited scream, followed very closely by a loud sucking noise and the sharp smacking of lips, made Laurence’s cock throb and him realize that waiting wouldn’t work.

*SPLAT!!!* In all likelihood, all that would accomplish was him blasting the walls with precum until the wallpaper came off.

Trying to ignore the sounds of girl-on-girl action coming through the open doorway as best he could, Laurence started shifting, shimmying and stuffing his dick into his trousers, packing it down far enough along his leg that he could finally get them closed.

That task accomplished, he didn’t stick round to celebrate, but rather got out of there as quickly as possible, with a rejuvenated Esette asking Katherine “Are you going to tease me, or shove that tongue of yours up my whorish ass?!” being the last thing he heard before closing the door behind him to offer them some privacy.

Victoria and her friends got their tutoring from Miss Steele in the manor library, so that was where Laurence was now heading. Compared to the trip up from Samantha’s laboratory, this one was a lot more comfortable. Certainly, the fit of his member inside those trousers was certainly tight, and he did still walk like a man with a pretty pronounced limp, but at least he didn’t have to double forwards in order to find the slack in his trousers required to move his legs.

He could even think about Miss Steele and Katherine and her friends – which he’d thus far only gotten to admire from a distance – without feeling like a certain prominent part of his anatomy was about to burst into the open like a ballista bolt punching through a wall. The way in which air was hitting his ankles as he walked was probably due to Esette having a limited amount of material with which to work. She was a great seamstress, but not a miracle worker.

Hence, it was a relatively at ease Laurence who reached the doors to the library, having arrived there after a stroll that had seen more of his female colleagues eagerly ogle the bulging, throbbing shape of his erection.

Adjusting his trousers by tugging at the waist, Laurence ignored the sensation of his right calve suddenly getting more space and opened the doors…

****

“Fuck!” Back in Katherine’s suite, Esette and her had spilled out of the tub and pretty much crawled out of the bathroom, doing so in stages interrupted by them stopping to tongue each others holes. At the moment, Katherine was screaming at the end of her latest orgasm, brought to her by Esette licking her ass while she held her legs thrust up into the air.

“Gods...” Katherine’s screams died down into a hushed gasp as her legs came down on top of Esette, who’d switched to lapping and sucking on the countess’ popping pink pussy about halfway through her climax.

“Almost as good as a huge, gorgeous fucking monstercock, isn’t it?” Esette asked, and let the tip of her tongue wiggle against Katherine’s bung again.

“Yes...” Katherine hissed, before finding a bit of air to suck into her lungs and allow her to properly speak again, “Speaking of which, what did you do to Laurence’s...”

“Trust me, the girls’ll love it,” Having to get up on her knees to look at Katherine’s face over her mountainous boobs, Esette was sporting a big, lustful smile, “And you’ll want me to do the same to all his other uniforms too.”

“So he’ll fuck them, then?” Just like it always did, the thought of Laurence and Victoria together made a burst of excitement shoot through Katherine’s system.

“They won’t have any choice, really,” Acting coy so as to not give too much away, Esette ended the conversation by burying her face in the countess’ juicing slit.

****

“Honestly, girls,” As he very silently closed the doors so as to not interrupt the lesson, Laurence could hear Miss Steele sounding somewhat frustrated, “I wish you’d at least try to take this seriously.”

“Look, Miss Steele,” That was definitely Victoria, and Laurence could hear that she was fresh from laughing a lot, “It’s not that we don’t think you’re a good tutor.”

“We do!” Another girl cut in, her voice bubbling with excitement and levity.

“But I mean, it’s just maths...” Victoria said, in a tone like she was trying to explain something for the umpteenth time to a foreigner who understood just enough of the language to make any successful communication impossible.

“Boring as fuck!” A third girl added.

“It might not be fun, girls,” Miss Steele began anew, “It might even be ‘Boring as fuck’, Nyelle, but mathematics is a vital part of any young lady’s education. You need to understand this and know how to use it.”

“Uh, not to be a bitch, Miss Steele,” The second girl picked up again, “But no we don’t. I’m young, I’m hot and my dad’s got like the eight oldest title in the whole city. I’m gonna marry rich and let my husband fuck me as much as he wants.”

“Only if he’s got a big cock, Maliya!” Nyelle’s tone changed to one of unrestrained glee.

“There are potions!” Maliya sounded just as gleeful as her friend, “He can afford them.”

“Fuck potions,” Victoria said as Laurence threaded softly along the heavily stocked, tall bookshelf blocking the doorway from view of the inner parts of the library, “If he’s that rich, he can have a mage around to keep him sporting a proper fucking monstercock at all times.”

“What, and let some sexy wizarding slut get her dirty hands on my husband?” Now Maliya was scoffing exaggeratedly, “Fat fucking chance!”

“Yeah, right...” Although they’d never actually met, Laurence could hear from her tone that Nyelle was rolling her eyes at her friend, “You’d both fuck her if she was hot enough.”

“Girls, please!” Beatrix raised her voice, “You’re straying again, and quite a bit too!”

“Sorry!” Three girls exclaimed at once, then giggled in unison to strongly suggest that they really weren’t.

“Can we please resume the lesson?” She might be holding up well, but it was clear that Miss Steele could use some help. So Laurence began to walk quicker.

“Can’t you meet us halfway, Miss Steele?” Victoria suggested, “Like if a stud’s got his twelve-inch cock one fifth of the way into my ass, how many inches has he got left to slam in there?”

“And if X is the amount of cocks I’ve got to suck and Y is the amount of time I’ve got to suck them in, and Z is… uh, crap, hang on I’ve almost got this,” Whether Nyelle did have it or not, the girls and Miss Steele never did got to find out, because now Laurence stepped out from behind the shelf to reveal himself to them.

“Laurence!” Victoria happily cried out, while Miss Steele drew a breath of relief at the sight of him. That in turn underlined the size of her tits squeezed into that remarkably tight grey dress of hers, which had Laurence groan due to feeling the opposite of relief.

Without him being able to withstand it, his eyes started to take in the assembled trio of sexy, super-stacked and blue-blooded teen sluts seated round the table that Miss Steele was standing in front of.

While Victoria usually adhered to her mother’s ethos of being at most daring in public, she very obviously viewed Miss Steele’s tutoring sessions as a private setting, as evidenced by the black robe discarded and left to hang off the back of her chair as she sat clad in an inch-wide bandeau top in a dark shade of black that matched her hair as well as the sapphire dangling from a gold necklace down between her tits.

Robes hiding slutty outfits seemed the order of the day, since Nyelle and Maliya both had ones left on their chairs as well. Nyelle’s was gold-coloured, whereas her hair was a very pale variety of blonde that differed both from it and from her caramel-coloured skin that gave away her southern heritage. With the robe off, the only thing left covering her from the waist up was a top made out of what would have been chainmail, but Laurence wasn’t sure if it still counted as that when made out of gold. Either way, it covered only the front of her tits, and not even all of those, considering how much firm, curving underboob that was now staring back at him.

Maliya, meanwhile, was also a blonde, but with darker hair and with the same deep tan as Victoria. Which made sense, since Victoria had dropped hints about them getting together, stripping naked and oiling each other up every now and then. Well, she’d never been that specific, but Laurence’s imagination had been keen to fill in the blanks. Whatever she and Victoria got up to, Maliya had removed her baby blue robe to sit there clad in nothing more than two jewelled gold disks over her nipples, the two disks connected by a chain that had another chain diverging from it, heading downwards over her tight, toned stomach and out of sight underneath the table.

“That’s Laurence?” Nyelle asked, an eyebrow raised and with a tone as if Victoria had told her about him. Then she spotted that bulging, throbbing, writhing slab of cockmeat stuffed down his trousers, and fell silent.

“Uh-huh?” Forgetting what little about the finer points of mathematics that Miss Steele had managed to direct her attention towards when faced with Laurence, Victoria licked her plump lips and offered him her best come-hither look. It had to be her imagination, but his tasty fuckpiece seemed even longer and thicker than normal.

“Gods,” Chewing on her lips and speaking softly, Maliya instantly brought one hand underneath the table and batted her eyelashes at Laurence.

Meanwhile, Miss Steele’s jaw dropped and one opened hand smacked loosely onto her chest as she too aimed her gaze at Lawrence’s crotch.

With all those impressions swirling round inside his head as he tried to sort them, Laurence suddenly became aware of something happening below his waist. His cock was rock-hard and pushing hard to be released, but that wasn’t the eye-raising part to him. That, instead, was what was happening to his trousers. All of a sudden, they seemed to unravel.

This development was due to the naughty Esette giving Laurence more room by opening up the seams and then not bothering to secure them afterwards. This meant that as his cock began to buck about and push forwards and upwards, the seams running in an arch along the whole length of the inside of his trousers as well as those running from bottom to top on the outside of his legs simply gave up and disintegrated in a process sped up further by Esette rather creatively having decided to create gaps in the seams to turn each one into several shorter, disconnected passages rather than a continuous whole.

The complete undoing of the seams holding his pants together happened with such speed that Laurence had no chance to catch on to what was happening before the process was finished, its completion announced by the back of his latest pair of trousers to experience an unfortunate accident collapsing in a heap on the floor behind him while the front was propelled forwards at speed in one large unit through the air by the **** of his cock springing free from underneath it.

As if to celebrate its sudden and dramatic release, Laurence’s schlong thumped a vast shot of precum that caught the front of his trousers in the air and weighed the fabric down enough to severely shorten its journey.

With a sharp, dramatic *SPLAT!*, the one half of Laurence’s pants that had taken to the air ended its career impersonating a bird in flight by smacking down on the centre of the table at which the trio of gaping, wide-eyed teen minxes were seated.

Still stunned by the very sudden reduction of his pants into nothing more than a waistband, Laurence reflexively inhaled sharply and flexed the muscles of his upper body. That was when the buttons of his shirt and vest – which of course had been modified by Esette as well – popped loose all at once and were scattered in front of him in a hail of brass (the vest) and finely polished hardwood (the shirt) while the centre of his chest and stomach were unveiled. Not that anyone was looking at those.

Rather, four pairs of eyes glowing with shock were fixed squarely on Laurence’s cock, which stood proud at the centre of attention as if basking in it. Then it released another jet of precum, with enough **** to make it spring upwards as the surge of clear juices shot through the air, cleared the table and nearly toppled another bookshelf somewhere behind Victoria.

“Fuck...” Nyelle moaned.

“Laurence,” Miss Steele whimpered and let the tip of her pink tongue appear between her oh so deliciously soft-looking lips.

“Maybe I don’t have to marry rich...” Maliya said, dreamily.