Shameless

Time seemed to slow down for James as he watched the rope of prejizz splatter onto Claire's stunning features. Her red hair flowed through the air as if she were underwater as her head snapped back in recoil from the impact, a lewd expression of lust on her face.

A few steps to her left, Laura was in full display for the audience. Her face was an inviting, teasing smile as her hands were raised invitingly, tits thrust forward out and jiggling to capture the attention of every pair of eyes infront of her.

Beyond her, Claire's husband's expression had not even moved a fraction of an inch. He was wearing a perfect pokerface as his eyes scanned the assembled guests to see who arranged this lewd display, although he had his ideas.

The birthday girl was in the arms of her boyfriend, who had taken the moment of distraction to enjoy the abundant flesh barely contained in her dress. But for her part she had her hands on his chest and was pushing him back, as, like her mother, she was transfixed on the behemoth fucktool jutting from James' groin with a hungry look on her face.

Phones flashed as the assembled guests clambered to take a picture of the scene in the middle of the room – after all, there was something here for everyone.

The shattering of a glass on the floor seemed to break the spell on James, and then a lot of things happened at once;

Laura was distracting some of the more musclebound guests, whose barely-fitting suits suggested their usual career was reminding people what a shame it would be if they weren't able to pay an insurance bill. Or how dangerous, statistically speaking, certain buildings were, especially after dark.

Behind him, Bekki was unintentionally running interference too. Shoo'd to the side by Laura's advance, she was distracting some of the more highly-strung aunties and a few cousins who had decided that while the couldn't ogle the birthday girl since she was family, they could ogle the very stacked waitress guilt-free.

In the scant seconds that had passed, Claire had recovered from the unexpected faceful of viscous prelube and was somehow on her knees infront of James. Her glistening, pursed lips were barely an inch from his dripping crown, and her slim fingers wrapped around what they could of his girth. He could feel another wad of precum begin to surge up his length again as she smiled up at him in a way that could only have been learned from Laura, pure lust in her eyes.

Lust, he could deal with. He dealt with lust multiple times a day, whether it was a student **** to boost her grade by letting him ream her ass, or a fellow staff-member eager to while a breaktime between classes with a titjob and a bellyful of spunk.

But the twinge to launch it at her was disrupted by the feeling of being watched. Looking up again, James' eyes met Claire's husband, and the intensity with with the man was staring at him sent ice down his spine. He didn't know whether it was the fear, anxiety or adrenaline flowing through him, but somehow the seated man seemed to have grown huger.

He himself had bulked up a little since joining the school – again, thanks to Felicity's diligent regimen – and he now had no problem tossing around even the most topheavy students.

But the absolute wall of a man sat staring at him looked like he could clear the distance between them in one step and paste the shit out of him.

James' heart pounded in his ears as he watched the man stand up slowly and rest one huge fist on the table. The other reached for his phone, his gaze never leaving his wife and the man whose cock she was holding. The hung teacher tensed in anticipation of the furious bellow that was surely coming, and felt phantom pain in his ribs from where they were inevitably going to be broken.

Oh well, at least Felicity and Rachael could keep him company in the clinic...

“No!” Claire's voice barked as her head whipped around, the lust on her features transformed to fury as she turned her head to her husband. “Put it down” she commanded, as if speaking to a dog who refused to let go of a toy. The huge man flinched as a perfectly manicured hand darted out to point at the phone in his hand. “Put it down. Or I tell them what you're wearing.”

The intense look on the man's face cracked into a moment of shock, and then his musle-bound neck moved as he gave the slightest nod of approval. He sat back down in his chair slowly, still not moving his gaze from the scene infront of him.

The shock of not imminently being reduced to a pile of limbs was enough to cause James' PC muscle to twinge urgently, and his piss-slit gaped as the backed-up wad of prespunk rocketed out.

“Oh FUCK yes! Gimme!” Claire cried as the huge rope of natural lube erupted out of his flared tip, tilting her head back and sticking out her tongue to catch it all. But this time she was too slow and too low; the blast of gooey preseed cleared her head and rocketed toward her daughter, who was still watching the lewd show her mother was putting on.

Just like her mother, the giant-titted teen caught the blast of fucklube face-first. Her expression swapped from awe to shock to joy as they were instantly washed over with translucent fucklube, leaving her face shining in the party's lights.

Unlike her mother, she also caught the follow-up rope that issued from James' throbbing tool, this time with her prodigious rack. The teen redhead left her boyfriend agog as she started hungrily smearing the thick preseed all over the rounds of her barely-contained tits, leaving the glittery dress soaked and clinging to her as her hands wandered all over her monster spheres.

“WELL I NEVER!” a voice cried from the corner of the room, getting the attention of everyone present. James, Claire, Laura, the birthday girl, Bekki and infact everyone in the room turned to look at the owner of the voice – a Woman of a Certain Age, who had the attire, look and attitude that said “Great Aunt” in any language.

“I'm calling the police! This is obscene!” she shrieked at the crowd of stunned onlookers, a look on her face that would have made Mary Whitehouse proud. “OUT! ALL OF YOU! NOW!” she demanded, waving them into action as she fumbled in her purse for her phone.

The woman advanced on the crowd like a furious rhino, waving her hands to shoo the occupants out of the room and into the restaurant proper, for reasons that weren't quite apparent.

“Bye boys!” Laura said with a smirk as the simple man-mountains she was distracting were caught up in the exodus of bodies, giving them a little wave as they were pushed away. As she turned back to the fun, the blonde hardbody teacher was met with the steely gaze of the the woman glaring at her. It worked on everyone else because they had some modicum of shame, and they had had a deep-grained need to respect their elders. Laura had no shame, and the things she did respect were definitely not elders like the disapproving woman infront of her.

“No” Laura said simply to the woman, and brazenly walked past her back toward James and Claire.

Unable to comprehend not being listened to, the woman paused for a moment as her brain tried to change gear and work out what to do next. Recovering quickly, she did the thing that people used to being listened to did when they were not obeyed; she simply ignored Laura, erasing her from her worldview and carrying on.

“Oh, absolutely not!” Claire purred as James felt his legs begin to move for him at the woman's command, pulling him back by his cock and holding him in place. “You're not going anywhere!”

After the crowd had cleared somewhat, James looked up to see the birthdaygirl stalking toward him, a look on her face like a lioness going in for the kill.

“Hi there, I'm Clara!” the teen redhead beamed as she came to stop, parts of her stopping a moment later as the sheer mass of her fought against gravity with a jiggle. Without another word she dropped to her knees and grabbed the preposterously huge dick at the base. Her tongue slipped out and she slowly licked up it, scooping up the drooling, gloopy precum she could until her mouth was overflowing.

After finally reaching the huge tip, she turned slightly, and the stacked redhead next to her instantly engaged her in a very un-motherly, prenut-swapping kiss. Their lips mashed and tongues danced as gooey prenut swirled between their mouths, each eagerly playing with the other's gigantic tits as they bounced and jostled together. Clara yelped playfully as Claire's hand grabbed a handful of her daugther's hair and pulled her head back, finally breaking the kiss. Raising up a little, she let the torrent of saliva and prespunk pour out over her lips, waterfalling obsdenely into the younger redhead's waiting mouth.

Clara swirled the mixture around her mouth like a professional sommelier tasting a fine wine as her mother released her, looking at James hungrily as she swallowed eagerly.

“So are you and this massive fucking dick part of my birthday present?”