The C. Hammer Slut Quartet

Ian’s right eyebrow shot up and a thin smile formed on his lips as he glanced at the photo which Sonya was holding up in front of him.

If Ian’s reaction had seemed calm and amused, it was primarily because the way in which looking at the photograph caused him to unleash a thick gush of jizz was concealed by most of his dick being stuck past Leah’s lush lips, even if some of the more eagle-eyed students probably caught how the foxy black-haired slut’s throat suddenly seemed to thicken.

Leah’s reaction to having Ian’s fuckpole unleash a torrent of cum that went straight into her belly was an entirely different matter though, the delectable brunette letting out some sort of sound, the exact nature of which would remain a mystery due to the way in which the ten inches or so of Ian’s cock that was currently lodged down her throat wrecked havoc on her enunciation.

Still, the way in which her outfit failed to provide any cover at all for her bald slit meant that everyone could see how girlcum poured out of Leah’s slit as she raced to get Ian’s gargantuan fuckpiece out of her mouth in time to receive at least a minor offering of his jizz.

Leah succeeded in her undertaking, and her reward for it was the opportunity to release an adorably girlish shriek of bliss as a sizeable jet of cum shot out of Ian’s cumhole to hit her straight in the face, the heavy rope of syrupy fluid ending up distending itself from the base of her forehead down to dangle off the tip of her nose, slowly elongating itself to make contact with her lower lip.

With his cockhead jutting about mere inches away from her face, Ian didn’t offer Leah anymore of his cum, despite the sultry looks which she was sending him.

But then Sonya interfered by taking her one hand that wasn’t grasping the winning contribution to their competition and wrapping it around Ian’s member, her fingers seizing hold of the vein-ridged meat just behind the bulbous tip of his colossal cum-tube before she began to flick her wrist back and forth.

A dollop of lucid precum immediately shot out of Ian’s cumhole to splatter itself against Leah’s left chin, the voluptuous brunette holding her spot in front of him as Roxy decided that what Sonya was up to looked to be quite fun and got herself involved in it to by placing one hand on Ian’s balls and the other on the rigid trunk of his fuckpole.

If any of the boys in the class were particularly eager to find out whether they’d won or not, they’d just have to wait as their new supply teacher was subjected to a two-girl handjob, slender fingers sliding back and forth across the uneven surface of Ian’s monstercock while Leah was whimpering with anticipation of what was soon to come.

Ian first glanced to his right to get a good glimpse of Roxy, noting with satisfaction that he had left much of her coated with thick layer of glossy balljuice. Her hot pants were gone, leaving her wet pussy fully exposed, and her top was pulled up far enough for it to be bunched up above her cum-glazed tits.

Then Ian turned his head to admire Sonya’s dishevelled state, feeling a tingling sensation flow through his body and his chest rise upwards as he met the scorching hot look which she was sending him and then went on to take in how she was richly decorated with his man-juices from her thighs on up to her head, with a sizeable tendril of the sticky cream dangling down from between the puffy lips of her slit as she stood by his side with her legs apart.

It was when Roxy ran her nimble fingers over his right ball at the same time as Sonya rubbed her thumb against the underside of the meaty crown of his cock that Ian finally surrendered his load.

Again, Leah displayed what a dirty little minx she was by gushing out girlcum from her twat in response to Ian focusing one of his cumshots on her, with the juicy brunette even going so far as to bring her right hand back and using it to spank her ass a few times as the deep cleft between her huge breasts was hosed down with jizz.

With his snaking cock being under the control of Roxy and Sonya as it released a thick stream of cum which was showered onto Leah’s sexy frame, Ian could take the opportunity to throw his head back and close his eyes while he fully enjoyed the sensation of his meaty nuts churning and his dick throbbing as the two horny sluts by his sides did their utmost to milk it of every last drop.

When the creamy white hailstorm finally ended, Roxy and Sonya worked together to heave the blunt business-end of Ian’s fuckmeat upwards so that the two of them could kiss it, teasing it with their tongues before carrying on to engage each other in a cum-swapping kiss.

Glancing over to where Laura was bending forwards with her tits pressed against the desk in front of her and her straight legs parted wide enough for Becky to sit on her haunches between them, licking her way up the back of her teacher’s thighs, and scooping up an awful lot of Ian’s sperm in the process, on her way to Laura’s distended asshole gave Ian an idea, and he grinned down at the two sluts who were busy sharing his jizz with one another.

“Roxy,” Ian began, “why don’t you be a good girl and get Leah’s asshole nice and wet for me?”

It never ceased to amaze and to thrill Ian that he could make women as beautiful and as outrageously salacious as Roxy and Leah so eager to do his bidding, and he watched in awed silence how the brunette got down on her hands and knees to allow her dark-skinned friend to attack her asshole from behind, with Roxy wasting no time in placing her tongue against Leah’s bunghole.

“Sonya,” Ian turned his attention towards the blonde who now kneeling at his side and sending him an adoring look as she brought her hand back and forth down the whole length of his erect cock, “be a dear and pick up that picture, would you?”

Pouting a little, Sonya still relinquished her hold of Ian’s cock and got up on her feet before spinning around and bending down to pick up the winning contribution, the way in which she was keeping her legs pressed together resulting in the mouth-watering shape of her ass being highlighted in a manner which **** Ian into making her release a delighted yelp by giving it a good hard spank with his cock.

“Here you go, Sir,” Sonya breathed out as she handed Ian the photograph that she’d just picked up from where she’d dropped it earlier.

Glancing at the picture again, Ian unleashed another bolt of sticky precum that landed on Roxy’s back, hitting her straight between the shoulder blades, as he took in how the photo depicted four hot young things all reclining in deck chairs on the patio by a pool, one a black-skinned brunette, one a blonde, one a redhead, one a brunette and all of them supremely beautiful and busty.

Every member of the quartet was dressed in a pair of fuck-me heels, a pair of shades and what Ian had initially thought to be a top made from some glossy white material, but he had come to know better when he spotted the thick and interconnected ropes of gluey jizz which connected each pair of huge boobs to the next, and it was with some amazement that he had understood that each set of tits had been ejaculated upon with almost clinical precision to leave every other part of the four women’s incredible bodies untouched.

Looking at the name stuck to the bottom right corner of the photo, Ian noted that it had been taken by someone named C. Hammer, and called out that name, urging the lucky winner to step forwards to collect his prize.

C. Hammer turned out to be a rather obvious example of the friendly giant: the young man was quite enormous, with his shoulder muscles looking like they weighed a hundred pounds each and the rest of him being of a similar size, with even the sides of his head looking almost muscular, particularly as his hair was not more than a few millimetres long. Hammer’s nose meanwhile looked like it had been broken and battered on more than a few occasions, and that along with the strong jaw line of his otherwise open and friendly face made him look striking and imposing. His powerful build, rugged face and healthy tan did make it perfectly clear that Hammer was some sort of athlete, most likely a rugby player, and it was almost comical to note that the young man who filled out his schoolboy outfit, which consisted of a pair of slacks, a shirt and tie and a suit jacket, was looking so nervous as he made his way up towards the teacher’s desk.

“C. Hammer?” Ian asked the young man.

“Yes, Sir.” C. Hammer replied.

“What does the C stand for?”

“Cecil, Sir, but my friends call me Charlie.” Cecil/Charlie replied, looking slightly self-conscious about the name which his parents had given him.

“Well Charlie, the rules of our little competition states that you’ll now get to pick one of your female counterparts and then the two of you can fornicate your merry lives away,” Ian explained, adding: “But do try to pick quickly, because I’ve still got Becky, Sonya and Leah left to sodomize before this class is over.”