Rachel’s turn

The rest of the class watched with rapt attention as Rachel lowered herself onto the desk, her thighs spread wide to reveal her clean-shaven pussy. It was a stark contrast to the others, and I felt a pang of relief as I took in the sight. Her labia were plump and pink, glistening with anticipation. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.

The two larger girls, however, were not so easily dismissed. They stepped forward, their own desires evident in their swollen forms. "We really should go first," Samantha urged, her voice thick with lust. "We wouldn't want to overwhelm you."

"I said Rachel is first," I repeated, my tone leaving no room for argument. Rachel's smile grew wider, and she leaned back on the desk, spreading her legs even further. "You'll get your turn," I assured them, my eyes never leaving Rachel's, "but for now, let's focus on one thing at a time."

With a sigh of defeat, Brianna and Samantha stepped back, allowing Rachel to claim her prize. I knelt before her, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting her. Rachel leaned back, her fingers tangling in my hair as she guided my face to her crotch.

"Hold on," I murmured, placing a hand over hers. "Let's make this interesting." Rachel's eyes widened, curiosity and excitement flitting across her features. "I want you to get yourself close," I instructed, "and tell me exactly what you want me to do when you cum." Her grip tightened on my hair, a clear sign of her approval.

Her deep, rumbling chuckle filled the room as she began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles. "I want you to drink it all," she said, her voice a mix of challenge and desire. "Every single drop." The class watched in rapt silence as Rachel's fingers danced over her folds, her thumb teasing her sensitive bud.

"What if it's too much?" I asked, playing along with her game. Rachel's smile grew wicked. "You'll just have to try harder, won't you?" she replied, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "And if I cum in your mouth, I want you to swish it around like a fine wine before you swallow."

The class gasped at her words, their own desires reflected in the way they shifted and squirmed in their seats. Rachel's breath grew ragged, her chest heaving as she grew closer to her climax. The room was thick with the scent of her arousal, a scent that seemed to drive the other giantesses wild.

"Now, tell me," I whispered, my breath hot against her wetness, "describe it for me." Rachel's eyes snapped open, locking onto mine. "I want you to drink it like it's the last thing you'll ever taste," she said, her voice strained with effort. "I want to see your throat work as you swallow it all down."

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself eager to live up to her expectations. Rachel's moans grew louder, her hips bucking slightly as she approached her peak. The other girls watched with a mix of envy and admiration, their own hands creeping to their pants, eager to join in the act.

"Tell me more," I encouraged, my voice barely above a whisper. Rachel's hand moved faster, her fingers plunging into her depths. "I want it all over your face," she groaned, "every inch of you covered in my cum." The room was a symphony of wet sounds and ragged breaths as Rachel's orgasm built, the tension so thick it could be sliced with a knife.

"And when you're done," she continued, her voice a deep rumble, "I want you to lick me clean." The thought of her juices covering my face, my mouth filled with her essence, was almost too much to bear. I nodded, eager to please her, to give her the release she so clearly craved.

Rachel's breath grew ragged as she approached her climax, her eyes never leaving mine. "Almost there," she panted, her hand moving faster, her palm slapping against her wetness with each stroke. "But I want to cum in your mouth, not all over your face." Her request was clear, and I obeyed, moving closer, my mouth open and waiting.

Her thighs quivered, and her moans grew louder as she neared the edge. "Don't swallow," she warned, her voice a deep rumble. "Not until I say so." I nodded, my heart racing in anticipation. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a roar that shook the very foundations of the room. Her hips bucked wildly, and I felt the warm flood of her cum fill my mouth. It was thick and tangy, a taste I had never experienced before.

The first rope of cum shot out like a fountain, hitting the back of my throat. I coughed, trying to keep up with the deluge. Rachel's hand tightened in my hair, holding me in place as she continued to cum, the second, third, and fourth ropes following in quick succession. I could feel my mouth filling up, my cheeks distending with the sheer volume of her release.

Her orgasm was a symphony of sensations, each rope of cum hitting my tongue with the **** of a cannonball. The room grew hazy with the scent of sex, and the other giantesses watched with rapt attention, their own hands buried in their pants, stroking themselves in time with Rachel's movements. She was a goddess in the throes of passion, and I was her devoted servant.

The fifth rope came, and then the sixth, each one more intense than the last. Rachel's body was a blur of motion, her muscles rippling with the power of her climax. The cum filled my mouth, coating my teeth and tongue, and I could feel it dripping down my chin. Her grip on my hair tightened, pulling me closer, forcing me to accept every drop.

"Look at me," she growled, her eyes blazing with lust. "Look at how much I'm giving you." I met her gaze, my eyes watering slightly from the effort of keeping my mouth open. Rachel's face was a mask of pleasure, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted in a silent scream. Her chest heaved with the **** of her orgasm, her nipples hard and erect.

The seventh rope hit me like a warm, thick wave, and I struggled not to gag. Rachel's cum was unlike anything I had ever tasted—potent and overwhelming. She watched me, her eyes hooded with desire. "Swirl it around," she instructed, her voice deep and demanding. "Taste it all."

I obeyed, rolling the cum around in my mouth, feeling it coat my palate. It was a strange sensation, one that was both repulsive and arousing. Rachel's taste was unique, a blend of musk and something almost metallic. It was a taste of power, of dominance, and I found myself craving more.

The eighth, ninth, and tenth ropes came in rapid succession, and I could feel my throat begin to close up. Rachel's hand in my hair was like a vice, keeping me in place as she emptied herself into my mouth. Her words were a mix of pleasure and ownership, her deep voice a constant reminder of the role reversal that had taken place.

"You're doing so well," she praised, her voice strained with the effort of her climax. "Soon, you'll be swimming in it." The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. Rachel's cum was like a river, and I was drowning in it. The room spun around me, the giantesses' eyes watching every twitch of my face with a mix of excitement and greed.

The eleventh rope was the largest yet, and I gagged as it filled my mouth completely. Rachel's eyes widened, a smug smile playing on her lips as she watched me struggle. "Take it," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "Take it all for me."

The twelfth, thirteenth, and fourteenth ropes came with a final, guttural moan from Rachel. Her body went slack, the tension draining from her muscles as she finally reached the peak of her climax. Her hand loosened in my hair, and she slumped back onto the desk, panting heavily.

For a moment, I remained kneeling, my mouth full of Rachel's cum, unsure of what to do next. I looked up at her, my eyes questioning, but she was lost in the aftermath of pleasure, unable to speak. The other giantesses had stopped their own ministrations, watching us with bated breath, their eyes glued to the sight of Rachel's cum slowly dripping from my mouth.

"Good," Rachel finally managed to murmur, her chest still heaving from the exertion. She tapped my cheek with a gentle finger, and I knew what she wanted. I obeyed, opening my mouth wide and tilting my head back, allowing the thick, sticky liquid to pool in my open mouth. The room was silent except for the sound of my own breathing and the occasional drop hitting the floor.

"Look at him," Tiffany said, her voice filled with awe. "So obedient." The other girls nodded in agreement, their eyes wide with excitement. Brianna licked her lips, and I could see her hand moving in her pants, her knuckles turning white with the effort of holding back. Rachel's smile grew wider as she watched me, a sense of pride in her gaze.

"It's like a... a treasure trove," Samantha murmured, her eyes locked on my mouth. "So much of it." Rachel leaned forward, her thumb caressing my bottom lip. "Show us," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Let us see what you've been keeping from us."

I did as she asked, my jaw dropping open to reveal the vast pool of her cum. It shimmered in the blue glow of the projector, a stark contrast to the darkness of the room. The giantesses leaned in, their eyes wide with fascination. "Your mouth is so full," Tiffany said, her voice thick with lust. "It's so... hot."

"Keep it there," Rachel instructed, her hand sliding to the base of my throat. "Don't swallow until I say so." The tension in the room was unbearable, the air charged with the electricity of their desire. Rachel's grip tightened, her thumb moving in slow circles around my Adam's apple. "Look around," she whispered, her breath hot against my cheek. "Let them see what a good boy you are."

My eyes watered as I turned my head, meeting the gaze of each of the women in turn. Some looked on with awe, others with a greedy hunger that made my stomach twist. "Your nose is all red," Brianna pointed out, her voice tinged with amusement. "It must be so... intense." Rachel's hand moved from my throat to my cheek, gently wiping away a tear that had escaped the corner of my eye.

"It's okay," she soothed, her voice a gentle rumble. "You're doing so well." Her words were like a balm to my bruised ego, and I felt a strange mix of pride and humiliation. I was a man, reduced to this, and yet, I had never felt more alive.

The giantesses leaned closer, their eyes gleaming as they whispered to one another. "How does it taste?" one asked. "Is it sweet?" Rachel's hand moved from my cheek to my chin, tilting my face back towards her. "Swish it around," she said, her eyes boring into mine. "Let them see how much you're enjoying this."

I did as she said, my cheeks bulging as I rolled the cum around in my mouth. The taste was overpowering, a mix of salt and musk that seemed to fill every pore of my being. Rachel leaned in, her nose nuzzling against mine. "Tell us," she breathed, her voice a gentle command. "Tell us what it's like."

The room was silent, all eyes on me. "It's... intense," I managed to **** out, my voice thick with the cum that coated my tongue. "It's... unlike anything I've ever tasted." Rachel's smile grew wider, and she leaned back, her eyes never leaving mine.

Before I could recover, Brianna stepped forward, her massive frame seeming to fill the space. "I can't wait any longer," she said, her voice a low growl. "I need to cum." Her hand was already in her pants, her fingers working furiously. Rachel nodded, her hand sliding from my face to give Brianna the go-ahead.

The redhead didn't waste any time. She stepped closer, her eyes locking onto mine. "Open wide," she instructed, her voice a demand that I couldn't refuse. I obeyed, my mouth gaping open as Brianna reached the peak of her arousal. Her hand emerged from her shorts, glistening with precum. "Here it comes," she warned, her muscles tensing.

The first spurt hit me like a sledgehammer, coating my face with a warm, thick substance that smelled faintly of metal. I flinched, my eyes watering as the **** of it took me by surprise. Brianna's cum was thicker than Rachel's, stickier, and it clung to my skin like glue. She chuckled at my reaction, her hand moving in a steady rhythm as she painted my face with her release.

The second spurt was just as powerful, the third even more so. I could feel the cum sliding down my cheeks, pooling in the corners of my mouth. It was a struggle to keep my eyes open, the sensation overwhelming. Rachel leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "Keep it in," she whispered. "You are going to Swallow it all later, but not yet."

I nodded, the movement barely perceptible under the onslaught of Brianna's cum. Each spurt was like a warm, sticky slap against my face, a physical reminder of my place in this new world. Rachel's hand remained on my chin, her grip firm but gentle, guiding my head back and forth as Brianna painted my face with her essence. The giantesses watched, their breaths heavy with anticipation.

The cum that did make it into my mouth felt like a lead weight, sinking to the bottom as the other girls' had done. Rachel's was still there, a reminder of the first taste of power she had given me. Now, Brianna's was added to the mix, thick and heavy, filling my mouth with a tangy, metallic flavor. The sensation was strange, like having two different types of food that refused to blend, each maintaining its own distinct taste and texture.

As Brianna's orgasm began to subside, I could feel the cum sliding down my throat, a testament to Rachel's earlier command. The taste grew stronger, more potent, as it mixed with the saliva that had pooled in my mouth. Rachel's grip on my chin grew tighter, a silent reminder not to swallow just yet. The room was a blur of giant, aroused females, each one waiting for their turn to claim me, to mark me with their own release.

"Now, Mr. Daniels," Rachel said, her voice a mix of satisfaction and command, "Swallow it down without closing your mouth." My throat constricted around the thick liquid, and I obeyed, feeling it slide down my throat with a strange, almost painful pleasure. The giantesses watched with rapt attention, their eyes glued to the movements of my throat as I struggled to keep their cum in my mouth.

"Mmm, look at him," Tiffany murmured, her voice thick with lust. "He loves it." The other girls nodded, smiles playing on their lips as they watched the show. Rachel leaned in closer, her own eyes filled with desire. "It's like watching a baby suckle," she said, her voice a low rumble. "So eager, so hungry for more."

The giantesses whispered among themselves, their voices a cacophony of approval and lust. "He's so good at this," one said. "I can't wait for my turn." Another added, "It's like he was made for it." Rachel's smile grew wider, and she leaned in, her massive breasts pressing against my chest. "Keep it in," she reminded me, her breath hot against my ear. "We're not done yet."