Vixen is down but not out

On top of the desk, Vixen Sinclair was becoming aware of her surroundings once more as Matt extracted his cock from her throat, which due to the sheer size of the piece of vein-ridged meat that he was packing, both figuratively and in and out her throat in an exceedingly literal way, meant that he was walking backwards away from the desk.

Vixen’s brow furrowed, her delicate, naturally and severely arched eyebrows pulling further away from the tabletop. That deviant bitch! Not only had that supposed nurse – whose only qualifications were being able to indiscriminately dole out pills to any man in sight and not being able to say no to having that big, juicy ass impaled on a cock or getting her pretty face fucked, Vixen was sure of it – intruded on the best assfuck she’d had in months, if not years, but now she was trying to get her whorish little hands on Charles. Well, that just wouldn’t do. Today was going to establish that Charles was Vixen’s and Vixen was Charles, and she wasn’t about to let some…

SCCCCCHHHHLLLLLOOOOOOORRRRPPPP! The nasty, wet noise of air being **** out of the way by Matt’s cock as he slammed it back to his balls down Vixen’s gullet filled the room and scattered her thoughts completely. Forgetting all about wrestling Charles away from Felicity, Vixen instead went back to relishing being nothing more than the perfect bimbo fuckdoll whore for any monstercocked stud that came along, two doctorates to her name or not.

“Fuck’s sake, Matt...” Groaning with frustration, Nathan crossed his arms and rolled his eyes at his mate’s and fellow stud’s thoughtlessness.

“Well, I’d love to, Nurse Pennyweather...” Charles began in response to Felicity’s suggestion, precum streaming from his cock and swirling its way towards the floor as he took her in, his ginormous fuckpiece throbbing once, then twice as his gaze went from one perfect boob to the other and how they filled out that wet, skin-tight t-shirt with its evocative ‘18 INCHES’ printed across it.

“Felicity,” The ultra-busty nurse insisted, clear juices streaming down her legs as she stroked Charles with both hands. God, just jerking him off was making her dizzy!

“Felicity,” Correcting himself, Charles locked eyes with her and fell silent while she stopped pumping her wrists.

“Charles,” A few seconds later, Felicity resumed moving her hands, and was speeding her stroking up quite a bit. Any faster, and she was in danger of getting rug-burns.

“It just seems, Felicity, that with Dr. Sinclair...” There were times when Felicity felt certain that Charles Woodcock-Splatterwell’s bumbling professor act had to be precisely that: an act. Course, if it was, he ought to be on stage. Of a sex club. With an all-female audience all hoping to be volunteered to be part of the show.

“What?” Since this could go on for quite a bit and every seconds delay in him shoving his dick up her ass was pure agony to her, Felicity cut to the chase.

“Well, what about Bell-Swagges’s...”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Charles! I made it up!” Amazingly, even as she ran out of patience and admitted to what she’d done in a fit of frustration, Felicity was still pumping her hands up and down the first eight inches of Charles’ schlong, provoking it into gushing out a steady stream of precum.

“Why?” Charles’ expression became one of confusion, even if his cheeks kept trying to **** his face to form into a grimace that matched the ferocity with which Nurse Pennyweather was jacking his dick.

“Because you were fucking her ass when it should have been mine!” Felicity practically screamed, then found her gaze ensnared along with Charles’ once again. Her chest heaving as her arms came to a halt, she switched to rubbing the back of one thumb against his cumslit.

Charles Woodcock-Splatterwell was in possession of a brilliant mind. That was the problem, since pursuing several different chains of thought all at once made it impossible for him to keep up with the intricacies and subtleties of human interaction, especially when so many of those interactions involved him and the shameless, horny fucking sizequeen sluts that made up the female portion of the school’s staff and student body.

Luckily, Charles was still capable of getting his mind to focus on one thing at a time if it was really important. At times like those, there really wasn’t any stopping him from accomplishing what he set out to do. And now, what he needed to do had become so tangible to him that it was almost like it was written on a sign right in front of him.

‘FUCK NURSE PENNYWEATHER’S ASS’, the sign said, with ‘HARD’ flashing underneath it in bright neon letters.

As she leaned in towards Robert’s monstercock with her mouth gaping, Diamond was so enraptured with the thought of gorging herself on that vast, hulking pillar of fuckmeat that she let herself be caught flat-footed – despite the eight-inch stiletto heels of her stripper sandals – when a thick burst of precum was suddenly unleashed from it to smack right into her face at point-blank range.

The reason for this sudden outburst of hot, sticky prejizz, as well as the second that followed a couple seconds later and further doused Diamond’s face, was not Robert adhering to the old maxim of holding your fire until you could see the whites of their eyes – and as she reeled from the double impact, Diamond’s eyes were currently all whites. Instead, he’d been provoked into letting loose by Sanddy snaking her tongue underneath one of his beefy tastes and lovingly beginning to coat it thoroughly with her saliva.

At the same time as she set about worshipping her boyfriend’s bull balls, Sanddy had set Mr. Woodcock-Splatterwell’s phone to record a video as she moved it up along the undercarriage of Robert’s cock where it protruded out beyond the back of her out, stretching her arm out behind her as she captured how each flick and swirl of her tongue was making the huge cum-cannon twitch and throb.

“Lucky slut got fucking drenched...” Candi hissed, not realizing that doing so allowed Sanddy to locate her.

By snaking her tongue to the right, Sanddy made Robert’s dong turn to its left, leaving Candi with precious little time to brace herself before a resounding ‘SPLAT!’ was followed by her too looking like she’d dunked her face in viscous, translucent oil.

“It’s a fucking puppet show!” Having already ditched her baby blue t-shirt with ‘FUCK MY TITS’ written on it in bold silver letters, Titania was down to a candy pink thong that was stuffed full with one of her hands. She could figure out what was going to happen as soon as she’d opened her mouth, and didn’t bother closing it. Instead, she stuck out her tongue and waggled it at no one in particular.

Consequently, Titania wasn’t ready for it when Sanddy speared forwards with her tongue and snaked its tip upwards round the back of Robert’s left ball, an act that triggered his schlong to dip downwards. Another dense, meaty ‘SPLAT!’ followed as Titania’s boobs – mountainous on the level of Everest – were splattered with precum.

Groaning hoarsely, Robert figured that he probably ought to do something to get his girlfriend under control unless he wanted this to devolve into a competition between Titania, Candi and Diamond trying to close the gap and Sanddy trying to keep them at bay. Luckily, he knew for a fact just how much of a total whore she was for anything anal.

Armed with that knowledge, Robert managed to surprise all four of the top-heavy, libidinous babes by dislodging his cock from atop Sanddy’s head and yank her to her feet.

Incredibly fit though she might have been, with a body packed with muscles as graceful as they were powerful, Sanddy had no chance of matching her boyfriend in terms of raw strength. Not that she was of any mind to try to resist him anyway, instead mewling happily as he pushed her down to lie on her huge, round tits on top of a nearby desk and snatched Charles’ phone from her grasp.

“You sexy sluts still want a taste of this?” It was a rhetorical question delivered by Robert after he’d decided that Sanddy’s leopard-print dress wasn’t covering anything vital and so didn’t need to be torn right off her and directly before proceeding to slam his cock up through her anal cleavage all the way until his balls became lodged against her pussy and precum was pouring from his pisshole to land between her shoulder blades.

“Robert!” Sanddy shrieked with excitement, instinctively contracting the well-developed musculature of her juicy booty to tighten its cheeks up further around the shaft of his schlong as she basked in the sensation of it weighing down on her needy little asshole.

As one, Titania, Candi and Diamond licked their lips and closed in on the desk.

Meanwhile, Nathan was suddenly worrying a lot less about Matt hogging Dr. Sinclair’s throat for himself.

Having turned so that her heels were now pointing straight at the dais from over the edge of desk that she was still sitting on top of, Becca didn’t need to say anything to get Nathan’s attention. Instead, her ass drew his eyes in like a searchlight would a moth.

Even by the standards of the sexy sluts making up the female portion of the school’s students and staff, Becca’s booty was epic. Observed from behind, her walking seemed like it made the whole world bounce with every step she took. In short, Becca’s ass was one that demanded the biggest, thickest and hardest of monstercocks.

“Motherfucker!” Satisfied that she had his attention, Becca spat out a curse aimed at Nathan, who smiled at how taut the back of her yellow g-string had been stretched by her hooking it round the outside of her left asscheek. Smile wasn’t all he did, as evidenced by the jet of precum that shot through the classroom and hit the wall at the back like it only lacked a smidgeon of the **** required to continue straight through it.

“Motherfucker!” Repeating herself but sounding even more excited, Becca also popped her left asscheek out further, suddenly pumping that massive globe of smooth, curved flesh as far to her side as it would go. All of a sudden, her g-string was really living up to its name as it was stretched to a radical degree through that one solitary twerk of Becca’s booty. Already, it was clear that she’d never be able to wear it again, not unless she wanted its back hanging halfway down to her knees.

“Come here and fuck my ass!” With that siren’s call, and with another cock-stiffening, precum-provoking thrust sideways of her left asscheek, Becca pushed her thong past the breaking point. Snapping like a guitar string being wound too tight, the whole of her g-string flew off her bronzed booty, its waistband breaking up at several different points at once from the strain of the build-up and the shock of the back letting go.

Before Becca’s drenched, discarded and destroyed g-string had smacked into and been glued to the door to the classroom, Nathan was on the move.

Felicity had time to experience an uncharacteristic and rather unpleasant bout of severe nervousness during the passage of time following her confession during which Charles did absolutely nothing but look at her with an expression that she couldn’t read. Objectively, it could only have lasted a couple of seconds, but they seemed to draw themselves out in her mind as she stood still, expansive chest not moving and pussy juices dripping off her thighs.

But then, happily, Felicity’s fears were wiped away by Charles springing into action by more or less ripping her PVC lab coat off of her, threw it aside and pushed her up tits-first against the whiteboard behind his desk.

“Yes!” So relieved and excited that for once she couldn’t think of anything filthy to say, Felicity completed going from anxious to quite literally creaming herself even before Charles had taken up a position behind her and gone through with giving his hips a swing that sent his cock smacking against the full width of her peachy ass in the manner of an over-sized baseball bat hitting an even more ludicrously over-sized baseball.

“Fuck! Spank my whore ass, motherfucker!” Felicity shrieked, spraying the whiteboard with the orgasmic juices erupting from her pussy as her asscheeks flexed and writhed underneath the impact.

“Spank?” As alien to her character that Felicity’s struggle with her nerves had been, so to was the dark, guttural growl that formed up Charles’ reply to her ecstatic cry.

Rather than saying anything more, Charles took up his rightful place directly behind a dripping wet and lustfully moaning Nurse Pennyweather and **** the crown of his cock into the gap between her asscheeks.

“You gonna fuck my ass, Charles, is that it? Gonna use that monstercock to break my tight little asshole wide-open?” Unwittingly showing how similar she and Vixen were by using almost the exact same language on Charles as her rival had just minutes earlier, Felicity was rapidly becoming overwhelmed by the sensation of his cockend coming up against her anus. It wasn’t like he hadn’t already assfucked her to heaven and back so many times before, but this time around it was about even more than that. This time was gonna be different…

“FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!” The act of penetration – of Charles pushing forwards and using the fist-sized crown of his awe-inspiring fuckpiece to **** her tight ringpiece to open up to a truly obscene degree – was absolute bliss to Felicity, leaving her to empty her lungs in a drawn-out scream while her pussy tightened up until it exploded in a flurry of girlcum.

“YES!” Completely consumed by the anal orgasm that just kept building in intensity as Charles started to hammer his cock into her ass one inch at a time and without giving her so much as a fraction of a second in which to gather herself in between his thrusts, Felicity was shredding the surface of the whiteboard with her nails.

“Fuck your whore!” Feeling the steel-hard of Charles’ schlong and its fat veins pressing hard into her stretched sphincter as he continued packing the inches in, Felicity tried shoving her booty onto his oncoming cock, only to whimper with excitement when he reprimanded her for trying by going even harder, like he’d set out to fuck her straight through the wall.

“Charles!” One intense anal orgasm was followed by an even more monumental one as Felicity found herself having become Charles’ fucktoy, “FUCK THE ASS YOUR COCK WAS FUCKING MADE FOR!!!”

That scream of total ecstasy from Nurse Pennyweather was enough to push Vixen past the point where even having her face and throat fucked by Matt’s precum-spewing horsecock wasn’t enough to distract her from what was going on just a couple of feet from the desk.

Filled with a renewed sense of purpose, Vixen decided that it was high time she showed that slut that she wasn’t about to give up. Of course, first there was the small matter of a monstrously well-hung stud savagely slamming his mammoth dong in and out of her throat. But that keen, analytical mind quickly came up with a method of dealing with that.

“FUCK!” Right after thrusting into Dr. Sinclair all the way to the point where his testes slapped against her chin, Matt found himself incapable of pulling back out as she tightened up her throat and sucked air down into it leave his cock trapped inside it. Provoked into unleashing thick, volatile jets of prejizz both due to the immense suction being applied to his schlong and the nasty, wet sucking noises accompanying it, he could do little but stand there and watch with a keen eye how firm muscles flexed as she started writhing on top of the desk like a snake getting ready to pounce.

Using Matt’s ginormous cum-cannon as a lever, Vixen first raised both legs into the air until her wedge sandals were aimed at the ceiling, going on from there to roll forwards, curving her back while clutching the short-side of the desk with both hands.

Despite the oral pressure on his cock subsiding, Matt didn’t start up with fucking Vixen’s face again. Instead, he gaped as she continued the roll whilst unfurling her back again, her display of her athleticism and the amount of control she possessed over her fitness-freak, fuckdoll body not ending until she’d gone past the point of standing straight up on her head to instead tip towards him.

Soaked and hot enough to be positively steaming, Vixen’s bald pussy shook Matt out of his reverie as his face became mashed up against it while her legs locked round his neck. His tongue came out to lap at it and he started moving his hips again, treating her to a deep, thorough pounding of her throat, one complete with new bursts of precum that now rocketed up into her stomach, rather than down.

Holding onto Matt’s ass and slurping greedily on the base of his fuckpiece as it passed through her mouth, Vixen was also grinding her hips, rubbing her cunt all over his face and leaving it coated with her juices while his tongue swirled all across her drooling slit. Even more eager than usual to make the monstercocked stud fucking her face blow his load, Vixen set about establishing a pattern that saw her sucking him into her maw, only to relax and let him pull back out. When Matt wrapped his arms round her back, she took the opportunity to start playing with his balls, stroking them with her fingers to push him further along.

Gradually, Matt’s thrusts lengthened, as the blasts of precum only got bigger and the throbbing of his nuts more pronounced. Yes, Vixen thought, she’d get a bellyful of his hot, rich cum in no time at all.

“Damn, Sanddy, you should see this,” Using Mr. Woodcock-Splatterwell’s commandeered phone, Robert was capturing the action of three supremely stacked, ridiculously hot and unequivocally monstercock-struck blonde babes gathering round his cock as it protruded dramatically from Sanddy’s ass-cleavage, its rigidity such that it barely moved at all despite her wriggling spiritedly underneath him to rub her anus against its shaft.

Without a doubt, it was a sight to behold as Candi took a position to the left of Robert’s cockend, Diamond to its right, and Titania directly in front of it. After a few quick glances shared among them, the trio of teen whores all licked their lips suggestively whilst eyeing Robert. Their tongues stayed out and their eyes aimed at Robert as they leaned in closer.

“Yeah, I’m sending you this,” Robert’s voice darkened and he was longer looking at the phone’s screen as three agile tongues made contact with the flared crown of his fuckmast and proceeded from there to run wild all across it as each slut savoured it. Soon, Tits went deeper down, teasing the stretch of skin connecting Robert’s cockend to his foreskin by playing it like a guitar-string with the tip of her tongue, her forehead brushing against the underside of the business-end of his dong at an angle that had the shots of precum that he was producing graze across it before disappearing off somewhere behind her. Or at least they did until Diamond positioned her gaping mouth directly over Robert’s cumslit and let the burst of translucent fluid sail into it to smack against the back of her throat.

“Fucking pervert!” Sanddy hissed, her pussy juices dripping off the edge of the desk as she ground her booty harder against her boyfriend’s shaft, her vision largely obscured by the triple set of drool-inducingly massive, spherical tits crowded in front of her face.

“Anal whore!” As if to demonstrate the accuracy of his retort, Robert pushed downwards and forwards to steamroller his way through Sanddy’s booty cleavage, putting her ringpiece under immense pressure and leaving it to be pounded by the throbbing of his schlong as he threaded the tip its crown in through Tits mouth. The whole act was caught on camera by Robert, who currently wasn’t inclined to speculate on what Charles’ reaction would be to all the stuff his phone was being packed with.

Without breaking eye-contact with Robert, Tits sucked long and hard on the sensitive area round his pisshole without breaking, letting her mouth fill with precum that was kept in by the tight seal formed by her lips and which pooled thanks through gravity through the blunt peak of the pussy-breaking, ass-stretching monstercock producing it.

“Go on, slut, have another taste,” It got a lot harder for Tits to gaze at Robert when a nastily grinning Diamond put a hand on the back of her head and shoved it downwards to impale her mouth on his cockhead in full and breaking the lip-lock to make his precum pour down his shaft as far as it could go before being licked up by Candi.

“Come on, tilt your head to the right,” Diamond hissed at Tits, who did as told and thus got to enjoy having a genuine porn starlet licking and sucking Robert’s cockend through her ballooning cheek while Candi worked her way up until she was licked the prejizz off Tits’ plump lips as it poured out onto them. As if all this wasn’t enough, Candi and Diamond had a hand each and Tits both of hers on Robert’s dick, jerking him off him with long strokes that continued on until their hands landed on top of Sanddy’s spread asscheeks.

“Enjoying the taste, slut?” Breaking off what she was doing, Diamond started purring into Tits’ ear loud enough for the others to overhear, “You’re hogging that fucking beast cock!”

“She’ll enjoy it even more in a minute,” After making that promise and snapping another picture, Robert set about making good on it by pulling back hard enough that a startled Tits couldn’t stop him any more than Candi or Diamond could, although they all made sure to get several good licks in as the humongous cumtube raced backwards.

“Robert!” Sanddy’s long legs bucked as inch after inch of her boyfriend’s cock rushed past her anus like a train.

“One of the things I love about my girl,” Though grinning mischievously, Robert couldn’t quite resist actually sounding sincere as he repositioned himself, “Is she’s such a fucking whore for anal.”

“FUCK YES I AM!!!!” A frenzied shriek and a violent spray of girlcum exiting her cunt was how Sanddy replied to Robert spearing his cock into her ass, her pussy going twice more before he’d finished the thrust that saw him make it more than halfway through her suddenly radically stretched sphincter. Then he pulled back out, leaving Sanddy too awe-struck by the sudden reaming her ass had received to come round to be disappointed at his extraction before he’d buried his cock back between her cheeks and was pressing it against her now gaping asshole.

“I fucking love ass to mouth,” Tits shared with Robert, over the sound of her fingering her drenched cunt as well as that of her thong being stretched and torn by her doing so with so much vigour.

“Who doesn’t?” Diamond opined, leaning forwards along with Tits.

“Hey, Sanddy! We’re gonna taste that sweet whore ass of yours!” Candi added, doing the same as Diamond and Tits. Three sets of lips were then pressed against Robert’s cockend and three deeply aroused young sluts started to suck on it.

SMACK!

However, something extremely heavy landing atop her booty got Diamond’s attention, driving her to pop her lips off Robert’s cock and cast a glance over her shoulder. Standing there was Matt, the bulbous front of his erect cock resting on top of her asscheeks and lazily drooling out a thick stream of pearly, viscous jizz onto them. To Diamond, it was insane to recall how she’d once been impressed by his then nine-inch cock. Now, thanks to the school, it was almost twice as long and easily twice as thick. It was now an outstanding piece of monstercock, and Diamond’s pussy wept with joy every time she so much as looked at it.

“Mind if I fuck your ass?” Matt asked.

“Depends,” Diamond replied, fighting off the urge to spread her cheeks and beg Matt to anally ravage her, “Who’s your favourite porn star?”

“That’s easy,” The corners of Matt’s mouth rose to form a cheeky smile, “Tanya Monroe.”

“Bastard,” Diamond grinned, “You’re lucky I can’t say no to your cock.”

“Don’t I know it,” Without further ado, Matt got his dick lined up against Diamond’s asshole.

Over on the dais, Charles was starting to really feel the pressure built up in his balls throughout the unrelenting pounding of her ass that he’d treated Felicity to, one that she’d found every bit as divine as it had been savage. In fact, with her pussy going off again every few seconds and her body encased in a glossy layer of sweat and girlcum, Nurse Pennyweather was beyond screaming, instead mewling and cooing constantly as her curvy frame was rocked by one hard-driving thrust after another. In fact, she’d been fucked so far into a state of orgasmic ecstasy that her pussy kept popping and gushing out her orgasmic juices throughout the whole of Charles pulling back out, the marathon succession of anal orgasms only coming to an end shortly after his cockhead had popped out of her ass to accompaniment of a deliciously filthy ‘Schloooorp!’.

Exhilarated rather than exhausted in a true triumph of mind over matter, Felicity rushed to spin round and drop to her haunches, so caught up with anticipating the oncoming blizzard of science teacher-stud spunk that she failed to spot the figure sneaking up beside him.

“Charles,” Charles hadn’t noticed Vixen either, not until she was suddenly there, standing by his side with a confident smile and two hands on his cock, “Mind if I help you paint this whore?”