Celebrity Summer School (multi celeb series) [Chapter 7 posted]

[DarkSwordsman]

This story was inspired by Slyguy's Sex-Ed for Dummies.  I'd say go read it, but you have already, right?

Celebrity Summer School

Chapter 1

Starring: Isabela Moner, Rowan Blanchard, Jordyn Jones and Kaia Gerber

Also starring: Sydney Sweeney, Kira Kosarin and Elle Fanning

With: Evan Rachel Wood and Kate Beckinsale

Monday, June 1st, 2020

Isabela Moner hurried nervously through the bustling corridors of Hollywood’s prestigious academy, the Sofia Vergara Summer School for Girls.  To the untrained eye, SVSSG- as it was known by its students and faculty alike, looked like a perfectly ordinary school. It had classrooms, locker rooms, a cafeteria, a gym- all the components of the average educational institution were there.  But delve a little deeper, and it would soon become abundantly clear- SVSSG was far from ordinary. After all, its attendees enrolled at the institution for one purpose and one purpose only; to improve their prowess in the bedroom. That’s right; the Sofia Vergara Summer School for Girls was, for all intents and purposes, a college for coitus.  The Harvard of humping. A sex school for the stars.

Founded by Colombian actress Sofia Vergara (who served as principal) back in 2010, SVSSG had garnered quite the reputation, the famed institute already boasting some of Hollywood’s finest among its list of alumni.   Principal Vergara’s Modern Family co-star Sarah Hyland had been among the school’s first graduates, along with her peers Kristen Stewart, Jennifer Lawrence and Emma Roberts, and since then everyone from Victoria Justice to Katherine McNamara had walked its lengthy halls.  The school had a short but incredibly proud history. It took 18 year old girls who practically bolted at the sight of a penis, and turned them into full blown bang machines.

Its entry requirements were exclusive, yet simple, and anyone aged 18-22, with a vagina, a professional photoshoot or acting/singing credit to their name (and the requisite $100,000 a semester tuition fees, of course) was permitted entry.  Term time ran from early June to early September, allowing plenty of time for additional academic pursuits. Though, as their busy Hollywood careers left many with little time to pursue higher education, much of its student body saw the institute as a kind of alternative college- a course of study far more appealing than any offered by an Ivy League school.

Isabela scanned a row of small metal lockers, many of which were decorated from the outside with magazine cutouts of oiled up, shirtless hunks and huge, A4 size dick pics, until she found her own.  She opened it, placed her textbooks- the Kama Sutra, The Big Bang and The Lovers’ Guide- inside and closed it back up.  Isabella checked her timetable and found her first class.  Lesbian 101. Miss Wood. Room 69B.

She continued down the hallway, dressed in the school’s standard uniform; attire that looked better suited to a downtown sex store than any kind of educational insititution.  A white blouse was tied just below her perky, teenage breasts (having it buttoned all the way to the waist was an offence punishable by spanking), her stiff, light brown nipples nearly poking clean through the thin fabric (sporting a bra was also grounds for disciplinary, as, in fact, was the wearing of panties).  A tartan mini skirt clung to her waist, the hem of which barely stretched past the supple, round spheres of her ass, and matched the short tie that hung loosely from her neck. And, of course, no schoolyard get up would be complete without a sheer set of white cotton socks that went all the way up to the knee.

In many ways, Isabela’s first day at SVSSG reminded her of her first day at high school.  Many of the sounds and smells were the same. The hustle and bustle of the busy corridors.  The opening and closing of lockers. The ceaseless natter of gossipy young women. The stench of weed wafting from the bathroom.  But, as she looked at the framed images hanging from the hallway walls, it was clear that this institute differed greatly from any she’d attended before. 

A large landscape picture stretched across the wall to her right.  It depicted the school’s most recent graduating class; the Class of ‘19 and featured a number of A-list stars- Chloe Moretz, Zendaya Coleman, Lili Reinhart and Hailee Steinfeld, to name but a few- tossing mortar boards into their air and whipping open their glossy blue gowns to reveal the gorgeous nude bodies beneath.  Beside that was a portrait-style image of Madelaine Petsch, the tips of two large phalli- one white, one black- creeping into the edge of the frame. Blowjob Queen, Class of ‘17, read the caption beneath.  Isabela was entranced by these images.  So much so, that she wasn’t looking where she was going as she wandered down the hall- her distant stroll taking her right into the path of an oncoming senior. 

“Hey!  Watch where you’re going, freshman!” came a first voice.

“Yeah.  We own these halls, you little bitch!” followed a second.

Isabela turned to face her two addressers; the Hispanic actress recognizing both immediately.  On the left- the first to have accosted her, was Sydney Sweeney, star of HBO’s Euphoria.  On the right, was Kira Kosarin, from the Nickelodeon sitcom The Thundermans.  Both girls were kitted out in the same uniform as Isabela; Sydney’s attire accompanied by a thin grey cardigan (the extra garment necessary to properly support her whopping D cup chest), the additional layer doing little to halt the daring escape of her puffy pink nipples.  Her attire was similarly tied just below her rack and showcased a cleavage so deep and bountiful, it could give the Grand Canyon a run for its money. 

Isabela looked up at the two young women.  “S-Sorry,” she said, her glossy lower lip trembling slightly as she spoke.

“You will be, you freshman slut!” Sydney shot back.  “Now get the fuck outta my sight.”

Isabela looked to the ground and powered on down the hall, her two elders laughing wickedly as she departed.

*

The door to room 69B was wide open as Isabela arrived and the Latin starlet poked her pretty little head around it, addressing the teacher timidly from the entryway.

“Erm...excuse me.  Is this Lesbian 101?”

Evan Rachel Wood, or Miss Wood to her students, turned from the blackboard and peered at the young actress over the rims of her glasses.  “Why, yes it is, sweetie. And you are just time. Come on in and take a seat.”

Isabela entered and crossed the room, taking a glance at her classmates as she headed for the last remaining desk.  There were eleven of them in total. Some looked back at her as she passed, while others, engrossed by their phone screens, or the reflections in their makeup mirrors, barely even registered her presence.  Some of them she knew as fellow celebrities, some she didn’t. But whether she recognised them or not, Isabela couldn’t deny that they were all stunningly beautiful. There were white girls, black girls, Latinas and Asian girls.  Blondes, brunettes, redheads. Every one of the celebrity students more glamorous and elegant than the last.

Isabela took a seat at the desk and set her tiny pink backpack down on the floor beside her.  She took out a notepad and a pen with a fluffy baby blue end and set them down on the desk, covering the numerous crudely drawn penises and the words school sucks and so do I! etched across the tabletop. 

Miss Wood wrote her name on the blackboard and turned to face the class.  She wore a white blouse, grey jacket and matching pencil skirt; all three garments hugging her slender frame like a second skin.  Her bottle brown locks were tied in a bun at the back of her head. 

“OK, girls.  Phones down.”  The girls placed their phones down on their desks, or at least lowered them so they could tap away without being seen.  “I’m Miss Wood. Welcome to Lesbian 101. As this is your first ever class at SVSSG, we thought we’d break you young ladies in gently.  After all, we don’t want you running for the hills on your first day now, do we?” She grinned. “So, as you may or may not know, girls, I am a legitimate bisexual, which makes me perfect to teach this class.  I mean, you’re not gonna get the real lowdown on lesbian sex from a woman who’s going gay for pay, are you? How many of you consider yourselves bisexual?”

Isabela looked around the room as some of the girls raised their hands.  She returned to Miss Wood and gave her own manicured paw a tentative thrust skyward.

“OK, not bad.  I’ll have those numbers up come the end of the semester though, trust me.  Heck, I think I’ll have most of you turned out by lunchtime.” She flashed a wicked smirk.  “OK, so where better to start than with kissing? The cornerstone of lovemaking and the initiation point for nigh on every sexual encounter you’re ever going to have.  Yes, girls, kissing truly is a beautiful thing, especially when it’s with another woman. I definitely prefer making out with girls than guys and by the time you leave this class, so will you.  Now, you can’t teach kissing on your own, so I’m going to need a helper. Any takers?”

The girls looked somewhat uneasily at one another then stared down at their desks.  All, that was, save for one diligent student at the back, who raised her hand confidently into the air.

“Perfect,” said Miss Wood.  “Come on down.”

The student rose from her seat and strolled across the room, standing beside the teacher at the front of the class.   Her cute face was heavily, though tastefully made up with an array of the finest cosmetics, her mid-length nut-brown locks carefully slicked back with what appeared to be an entire tub of expensive hair product.

“And what’s your name, young lady?” asked Miss Wood.

“Rowan, ma’am.  Rowan Blanchard.”

“Hi, Rowan.  Thank you for volunteering.  Now, tell me, Rowan, have you ever kissed a girl before?”

“Uh, yeah...once, Miss Wood.”

“Once, OK.  And did you enjoy it?”

“Uh huh.”

“Great!  Explain to your classmates, if you will, the difference between making out with a guy and making out with another girl?”

Rowan turned to face the class.  “OK, well it’s softer with a girl.  More sensual. Her lips taste better and her breath doesn’t stink of beer.”

Her classmates laughed.

“OK, very good,” chuckled Miss Wood.  “Thank you, Rowan. Right, let’s begin.  So when you’re preparing to kiss someone, you want to look them right in the eyes.  Eye contact is one of the key parts of any sexual experience. Trust me, when someone sees your longing for them burning in your eyes, they’ll be positively aching for your kiss.  You’d have no idea how many supposedly straight girls I’ve turned with these pretty blue peepers of mine.”

She turned to Rowan, taking her dainty, little hands in hers and fixing her with intense, smoldering eye contact.  She leaned in and Rowan pressed her mouths against hers, their twin sets of shiny pink lips touching for a mere fraction of a second before pulling back.

Miss Wood chuckled.  “OK, let’s try that again, and this time try not to imagine I’m your mom giving you a goodnight kiss.”
A chorus of giggles sounded out across the room.  Rowan and Miss Wood embraced once more, this time locking their lips together like rutting stags; the duo practically devouring each other as the all-star class watched on in gaping awe. 

“Better,” said Miss Wood as she broke from the kiss, turning back to address her students.  “Right, tongues. Tongues are very important in kissing, particularly with a woman, as the act of Frenching is so similar to cunilingus.  Kiss her well and she’ll know she’s in for a treat when you get down between those thighs.”

The pair sucked face once more, their soft, wet tongues dueling in their conjoined mouths. 

“Mmm,” purred Miss Wood, licking her lips and enjoying the taste of her student’s fruity gloss.  “We’ve got a real natural here, ladies. Don’t be afraid to let your hands explore one another if it starts getting hot and heavy.  Get a feel for that body of hers. If it’s too much, she’ll tell you to stop.”

Miss Wood gripped Rowan’s wrists and placed her hands on her supple round rear as they met for another kiss, her own dexterous paws roaming up and down her pupil’s teenage frame while they made out. 

“Come on, honey,” said Miss Wood.  “Give that ass a squeeze.”

Rowan did as instructed; her lengthy nailed fingers digging into her teacher’s supple, round rump like the talons of a golden eagle.  Meanwhile, Miss Wood’s hands had ventured up to Rowan’s breasts; the randy cougar mauling the handful-sized sweater puppies like an excited teen.  Isabela felt her nipples start to prick under the fabric of her blouse, her bare teen pussy starting to seep its sticky fluids as her teacher and fellow student locked their lips before her. 

“Once the kissing is underway you can start to undress her,” Miss Wood went on, moving down to kiss Rowan’s neck as she undid her tie. 

She slipped it out from under her collar, kissing down to her collarbone as she untied the knot in her shirt and began to unbutton it.   

“OK...boobs,” she declared, slipping Rowan’s shirt down her slender arms and baring her pert mounds.  “We’ve all got them, so there’s no need to be intimidated by them no matter how large and imposing they may appear.  These ones are obviously quite small, but that’s the wonderful thing about titties, they come in all shapes and sizes.  No two pairs are the same.”

Miss Wood cupped Rowan’s breasts, delighting in their perky softness as she gave them an eager grope. 

“As I’m sure you all know, having your boobs caressed feels great but the real pleasure point on the female chest is the nipple, so that’s where you’re going to want to focus your attention.  Flick your tongue back and forth across those little teets until they’re nice and hard. Like this.”

She demonstrated, lapping at each of Rowan’s nipples in turn until they stuck out like pink flesh bullets. 

“Then, give ‘em a good suck.” 

Miss Wood switched from one breast to the other, suckling at each of the stiff nipples in turn like an infant at feeding time.

“OK, sweetie.  Up on the desk.”

Rowan climbed up onto the teacher’s desk and laid on her back across the polished surface. 

“Right, I want to see if you girls have been paying attention,” said Miss Wood.  “You. Blondie. First row. What’s your name?”

“Err...Jordyn.”

“Jordyn what?”

“Jordyn Jones.”

“OK, up you come, Jordyn.”

Jordyn hopped up from her seat and joined Miss Wood at the front of the class. 

“Get up there and suck on your little girlfriend’s titties for me, Jordyn,” said Miss Wood.

Jordyn did as directed; the cute little blonde climbing up onto the desk and feasting on Rowan’s cans just as her teacher had shown her. 

“OK, now that Jordyn’s taking care of the breasts, we can move onto the main event.  Cunilingus. Eating pussy. Muff diving. Carpet munching. Whatever you want to call it, cunilingus really is the piece de resistance of any all girl encounter.”

Miss Wood squatted between Rowan’s splayed thighs and tugged down her skirt.

“Mmm, shaved,” she said with a grin.  “Just how I like ‘em. Now, there’s two ways you can pleasure a pussy with your mouth; licking the clit and tonguing at the hole.  Both are fun, but if you really want to make your partner cum on those pretty faces of yours, you’re gonna want to lap at that clitty.  Like I said earlier, it’s remarkably similar to kissing. Just wrap your lips around that bud and tongue at it like there’s no tomorrow.”

Without further delay, Miss Wood burrowed between Rowan’s thighs; putting her mouth to her student’s pussy and lapping at her stiff pink clit like a thirsty kitten.  By now, every one of Rowan’s classmates was utterly mesmerised. Some were desperately scribbling notes in barely legible handwriting across page after page of A4 paper, while others were filming on their phones; the enraptured teens recording the girl/girl action for later use. 

Meanwhile, Rowan was cooing like ringdove; the young brunette placing a hand at the back of her teacher’s head as she busied herself between her thighs.  Jordyn alternated between sucking on her titties and kissing her pouty lips; a steady refrain of muffled, impassioned groans escaping her mouth as she was eaten to ecstasy. 

“Then, once eating pussy becomes second nature like it is to me, you can try fingering your partner while you tongue at her clit.  I find two is the perfect number, especially for a tight little teen twat like this, as it stretches the hole a little, but still allows you to reach right in and touch that g-spot.”

Miss Wood slipped two fingers into her mouth and gave them a suck; the brown-haired beauty dousing them in her spittle before feeding them inside.  Her fingers slipped into Rowan’s twat like they were made to measure; the student’s snug pink cooze gripping the spit-slicked digits like a Chinese finger trap as she guided them into her depths.  Miss Wood returned her tongue to Rowan’s clit, quickly picking up from where she left off as she worked her fingers back and forth inside her. Before long, she was plunging them down to the second knuckle; her painted tips bothering Rowan’s g-spot with each pass.

Rowan was on the verge of orgasm within seconds; her usually flawless facial features screwed in all kinds of unflattering ways as her skilled school teacher scoffed at her drooling box.  One more lap at her pulsing clit and one final pass of Miss Wood’s dexterous fingers into the recesses of her cooch were all it took. An intense, earth shattering orgasm tore through her slender frame; the teenage starlet screaming at the top of her lungs as she was brought to her peak.  Miss Wood finally emerged from between Rowan’s legs; her mouth smeared with an ungodly volume of sticky, sweet girlcum.   

“And that’s how you do it, girls,” she grinned, licking her shiny pink lips.  “Mastering the art of cunilinugs comes, like all things, with practice. The more you do it, the better you’ll get.  OK, moving on. Jordyn, undress for me, please.”

Jordyn removed her tie, unbuttoned her blouse, then inched down her skirt.

“Now, park that pretty little pussy on Rowan’s face and bury your head between those thighs.”

Jordyn did as instructed; the fair-haired starlet stradling her opposite number, her tongue shooting out to lap at her clit as she burrowed between her legs.  At the other end, Rowan too was lapping at Jordyn’s bud, reaching up to squeeze her peachy ass as she ate her out.

“This, girls,” Miss Wood explained, “is called 69ing and is a staple of lesbian lovemaking.  And while it is a lot of fun to engage in it also something of a challenge. After all, it can be difficult to perform grade A cunilingus whilst your lover is doing the same to you.  Having said that, these two seem to be managing just fine.”

Indeed they did.  In fact, the girls were lapping away at each other’s twats like their lives depended on it; pussy juices tricking onto the desk and across their tongues as they did so. 

“It’s also a good position for a threesome, ‘cause it frees up the top girl’s ass perfectly for the third party.  Just look how nicely thrust up Jordyn’s cute little butt is. So inviting.”

Miss Wood knelt behind Jordyn on the edge of the desk and, without prior warning, buried her face in her crack.  Her students looked at one another. Jaws dropped across her board. They hadn’t even been at SVSSG for a full hour yet, and already their teacher was eating their classmate’s ass!  And not just eating it- dining on it.  Munching on that peachy round butt like it was her last meal. 

“Eating ass is a little easier than eating pussy.  Cunilngus is a little like multitasking, in that you have to stimulate the slit and the clit at the same time.  If you’re doing it properly, anyway.  With analingus, all you gotta do is tongue at that hole.”

Miss Wood bobbed her head; sinking her wet tongue in and out of Jordyn’s puckered rear.

“Though you can fingerfuck her pussy too if you’re particularly skilled.” 

She fed two fingers into Jordyn’s box and guided them back and forth; plunging them into her depths as she tonguefucked her asshole.  Muffled coos and groans escaped Rowan and Jordyn’s mouths alike; the randy duo licking each other’s buds like they’d been doing it all their lives. 

“And, of course, the most important part of a 69 is that you both cum at the same time.  I mean, you’re eating each other out, right?  It’s only right that you both get off together.”

Miss Wood hopped down from the desk and observed as her two students went down on each other.  Their bodies trembled, their groans grew louder; the pretty pair licking one another at a faster pace and with greater fervour until they both came, equally powerful, bone shaking orgasms ripping through their systems as they tongued each other to climax.

“Wow!  Very good, girls!” Miss Wood exclaimed, applauding from beside the desk and encouraging the remaining students to join in.  “OK, you can return to your desks.”

Rowan and Jordyn fetched their discarded clothes and hurried back to their seats.

“Well, I hope you learned a lot today, girls,” Miss Wood continued.  “And now that you know what to do, be sure to practice on one another in your dorms at night.  Think of it as homework. You will all be expected to make me cum by the end of the week, so it’s certainly in your best interest.” 

Some of the girls gulped nervously as Miss Wood took a seat at her desk; the surface now smeared with her students’ fluids. 

“OK, ladies. Class dismissed.”

*

Isabela Moner looked around the school’s vast dining hall in search of her first year classmates.  Not spotting any, she headed for the nearest table, setting her tray of food on the surface and parking her ass on one of the seats.  She peeled a PB&J from its Saran wrapping and took a bite, as the two seniors that had accosted her in the hall approached her from across the room.

“Well, well,” said Sydney Sweeney.  “If it isn’t the blind little freshman.”

“First she walks into us in the halls,” added Kira Kosarin, “now she’s stealing our seat in the lunchroom.  I think someone needs to teach this little bitch some manners.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Isabela, hastily gathering her belongings.  “I didn’t realise it was your…”

“Yeah, and a thing or two about seniority, while they’re at it,” Sydney grinned, cutting her off.

She took a banana from Isabela’s tray.

“Hey, that’s mine!” Isabela protested, grabbing at the piece of fruit.

Sydney pulled it away as she tried to snatch it.  “Nuh uh. Not anymore, bitch. Since you’re sitting at our table, all of that food belongs to us now.”

She peeled the banana and fed it between her lips; the blonde beauty plunging almost its entire yellow length into her mouth and biting it off a mere inch or two from the base.  She and Kira laughed teasingly as she chewed on the soft fruit.

“Why don’t you go pick on someone your own size, Sydney?” came a sighing voice to Isabela’s left.  “Miss Dennings told she’d just love to put your mouthy little ass in its place.”

Isabela turned as Elle Fanning stepped up to the table.  She was dressed in the same uniform as everyone else, though hers, like Isabela’s, was rather more convervative (or as much as was possible) than the likes of Sydney and Kira.  Her blouse was buttoned right up to the throat, her plaid skirt extending an entire inch past the curves of her ass. 

“Fuck you, Elle!” Sydney snapped, nearly spitting out a mouthful of banana as she did so.  “Just ‘cause your sister was valedictorian ten years ago or whatever, doesn’t make you queen freakin’ bee.  Mind your own business, you teacher’s pet cunt!”

“Getting passing grades for your essays doesn’t make you a teacher’s pet, Sydney,” Elle shot back.  She looked down at Isabela. “Why don’t you come sit with us, honey? Not all seniors have a bug up their ass like these two.  And don’t worry, Sydney will replace the banana she stole from your tray. Won’t you, Sydney?”

“Pfft!  Fat chance, bitch!  What you gonna do? Tell the principal?”

“Got it in one.  Didn’t she say that if you got sent to her office once more she’d be forced to use the flogger?”

Sydney suddenly looked rather concerned.  “Hmpf!” she huffed angrily, stomping her feet and marching towards the cafeteria. 

Elle grinned triumphantly and looked down at Isabela.  “Come with me, sweetie.”

Isabela picked up her tray and followed Elle across the lunchroom. 

“I’m Elle, by the way.”

“Isabela.”

“Oh, I know who you are.  Dora the freakin’ Explorer at our little summer school.  What an honour. Freshman, right?”

“Mmhmm.”

“What class do you have after lunch?”

Isabela set her tray down at a table of seniors.  Elle’s friends; Olivia Holt, Ariel Winter and Maya Hawke, were chatting as they enjoyed their lunch.  She unzipped her backpack and took out her timetable.

“Blowjob 101.”

“Ooh, fun!” said Elle.  She called across the dining hall.  “Get her an apple too while you’re at it, Sydney!”

Sydney flipped her the bird from the far side of the room.

“Maybe you can give it to Miss Beckinsale,” Elle grinned.  “If there’s one thing she likes,” she paused, miming the parting of a set of buttcheeks and the tonguing of an imaginary anus, “it’s a kiss ass!”

*

Kate Beckinsale was sat at her desk, marking third year essays on the art of tromboning, when the school bell rang.  The door opened and her first year students came flooding it, chatting amongst themselves as they took their seats. Miss Beckinsale slipped off her jacket and rose from behind her desk.  She was dressed a little more immodestly than Miss Wood before her; the Brit’s tight-fitting skirt peaking someway short of the knee, her white blouse unbuttoned right down to below her chest, revealing a generous helping of her perky MILF cleavage.  Her shiny chestnut locks had been styled and re-styled with her impressive arsenal of hairdryers, flatirons and curling tongs, her gorgeous face dabbed, powdered, glossed and otherwise adorned with all manner of expensive cosmetics. 

“OK, girls.  Settle down.”

The natter ceased.  She strolled around to the front of her desk and propped herself on its edge.   

“I’m your teacher, Miss Beckinsale, and this is Blowjob 101; a specialist class for all things oral.  Who here likes to suck dick?” 

Hands raised from wall to wall.

“Who here thinks they’re good at sucking dick?”

The hands remained skyward.

Miss Beckinsale grinned.  “Well let me tell you now, girls, you’re not.” 

The girls exchanged confused looks.  Some tentatively lowered their hands.

“Hate to break it to you, but you’re just not.  You girls are what, 18, 19?”

There were murmurings of confirmation.

“Yeah, you’re not.  You may have had some kid at your high school or some young guy you met on set tell you you’re the best cocksucker there is, but I’m afraid, girls, he knew as little about getting head as you know about giving it.  But don’t worry, ladies, ‘cause you’re in the right place. I’m here to transform you girls from nob polishing novices into full blown suckjob queens! I’ve done it time and again with every class that’s gone before.  You’ve all seen that picture of Miss Petsch in the hall? Blowjob Queen, Class of ‘17.” 

More murmurings.

“Well, let me tell you, girls, that little redhead couldn’t so much as look a dick in its slit before I got hold of her.  Now she can drain a guy’s balls at the drop of a hat. And she’s not the only one.”

She gathered a pile of photos and handed them to the girl at the nearest desk.

“Pass these around.”

The student kept one of the photos for herself and handed the others onto the girl next to her.  Every photo depicted a different girl from each graduating class, every one of them flanked on either side by a number of giant cocks.  Soon, every one of the explicit images was circling the room like planets in orbit, and Miss Beckinsale strolled around the perimeter, talking her new students through them one by one.

“Ah, yes, Miss Ryan.  Class of ‘15. She graduated with an A in Deepthroat Dynamics.”

“Miss Pugh.  Class of ‘18.  Her dissertation, Dissecting the Double Blowjob, was one of the best I’ve ever read.  It’s being published in the fall.”

The photos returned to the front row and were passed back to Miss Beckinsale, who placed them back on her desk.

“OK,” she said, “who’s ready to suck some dick?”

A loud cheer sounded out across the room and only grew louder as the door opened and a man stepped inside.  He was about 25 and incredibly handsome, with neatly parted thick brown hair. He wore only a pair of tight white boxer briefs, his crotch bulging and his body corded with muscle.  He strolled across the room and stood before the teacher’s desk, facing the class. Miss Beckinsale stood at his side, placing a hand on his hulk-like shoulder blade as she introduced him. 

“This is Tyler.  He’s one of our very best teacher’s assistants.  Isn’t that right?” Tyler grinned and nodded. “All of our TAs are incredibly well hung, but Tyler here might just be the biggest of them all.  Which makes him perfect for this class. Let’s begin.”

Tyler turned side on to the watching students as Miss Beckinsale squatted at his feet.  She slipped her lengthy-nailed fingers under the waistband of his boxers and whipped them down, his cock uncoiling like a snake from a basket.  There were audible gasps from wall to wall as his dick fell free; his large pink head swinging just a few inches from his knees like a clock pendulum.  Miss Beckinsale took Tyler’s prick in her hands; a good third of his unfathomable length drooping past the thumb of her second paw as she did so. 

She looked out across the classroom, taking in the wide array of expressions stretched across her students’ faces.  Some were rubbing their eyes with disbelief, others chewing their lower lips with desire. Some gawked listlessly, their gaping mouths catching more flies than an open honeypot as they stared at the giant schlong. 

“What do you think, girls?  I told you it was big!”

There was no response, her students utterly dumbfounded across the board. 

“So, obviously the first thing you need to do is get it hard.  I find the best way to do that is suck at the head and stroke the shaft.  That way you can feel it grow and stiffen in your mouth.”

Miss Beckinsale demonstrated; the English beauty gazing up at her chiselled assistant, her soft, silken hands roaming up and down his flaccid wang as she slurped at the head.  It started to harden immediately; the oversized wang growing even longer as it tensed in her dainty paws. Tyler’s cock was stiff as a board in no time at all; the giant wang jutting from his groin like a steel girder.  It must have been close to a foot long, the giant head swollen up the size of a ping pong ball. A complex network of veins and capillaries journeyed up and down the shaft, criss crossing one another like train tracks. A heavy set of nuts hung beneath; the spunk-filled orbs swinging between his thighs like big flesh wrecking balls.

“OK.  So, now that you’ve gotten it hard, the next thing to do is get that dick nice and slick.  Really slather it in your spit. The wetter, the better.”

Miss Beckinsale wrapped a hand around the base and fed the dick between her lips, swallowing down a hardy portion on the first pass.  She worked her lips up and down the shaft, sucking and slurping greedily as she went; her plump set of glossed up prickpleasers leaving volumes of sticky, wet spittle in their wake. 

“There, look at that,” she said as she came up for air.  “Dripping.”

It really was.  In fact, thick drops of warm saliva were oozing from the shaft like a leaking faucet.

“Now, girls, what’s the most important part of giving a blowjob?”

“Don’t ignore the balls,” said some of the students, their remaining peers joining in mid-sentence like they’d known it all along.

“That’s right,” Miss Beckinsale replied.  She cupped Tyler’s nuts in her hand. “And when it’s a big, juicy pair like these, why would you want to?!  Feed them into your mouth and suck on them one by one, like a big piece of candy.”

She did just that; wrapping her lips around each of the churning orbs in turn and sucking on them like a flesh gobstopper, releasing each one with a loud *POP* before moving onto the next.  By the time she was done, Tyler’s balls, much like his cock, were dripping with sticky saliva.

“OK, now onto some of those tricks I told you about.  This is one of my favourites.”

Miss Beckinsale turned to face her class and gripped Tyler’s swollen head with her hand.  She wrapped her lips around the side of his pole and worked them up and down the shaft, lapping lewdly at the veiny underside as she went. 

“That one always gets a dick twitching!”

She released Tyler’s cock from her grasp and sure enough, the oversized wang was flopping about every which way before her very eyes; hopping and bouncing like it was being operated via remote control. 

“Taking care of the balls may be the most important aspect of giving head, but there’s another which isn’t far behind.  Never leave your guy leaking. That’s right, girls. Dealing with your man’s precum as it comes trickling out of his slit is an integral part of sucking dick, and each drop of delicious, salty prenut should be taken care of as soon as possible.”

Miss Beckinsale took hold of Tyler’s prick once more, shooting out her tongue and lapping at his drooling slit like a deadly viper, making light work of the puddle of prespunk pooling therein.

“Mmm, yummy!  OK, back to the tricks.  This is another fun one.”

She returned the dick to her mouth, this time stuffing the bulging, round cockhead into her cheek, making another loud *POP* sound as she set it free. 

“And last but not least, encircling the head with your tongue.  Trust me, girls, nothing gets his dick drooling like that does!”

She wrapped her lips around the head and guided her tongue slowly around the perimeter, a river of precum oozing from his tip and down her throat as she did so. 

“Then, when you’ve given him your full repertoire, it’s time to make him cum.  How you do this is up to you. The more aggressively you attack his prick, the quicker he’ll go off.  Or, if you want him to blow like he’s never blown before, work that rod nice and slowly. I could suck dick all day and I love cum, so the more of that the merrier.  But we’ve only got a couple of hours and I’d like you girls to have a go at this too, so I better make it quick.”

She sucked down half of Tyler’s length in one fell swoop and didn’t look back; the randy teacher bobbing her pretty head and accommodating an additional inch between her pouty pink lips with each pass she took.  Before long, Miss Beckinsale was going at the girthy prong like a woman possessed, garnering looks of shock and awe from her students and assistant alike as she worked it over. Inch after inch disappeared inside; the swollen head venturing deep into her maw and back to her gullet as she choked it down. 

She placed her hands on his thighs, her well-kept nails digging into the muscled flesh with such force that she nearly broke the skin, as her glossed up dicksucker lips reached the home stretch.  One final plunge, and the whole thing had gone- vanished into the depths of her throat. Her nose nestled among his neatly trimmed pubes as she swallowed it down to the hilt. She kept it there for some time before finally releasing it; the giant member coated in saliva as she retrieved it from her mouth. 

“And that’s how you do it, ladies,” she said with a grin.  “Obviously I don’t expect you to be able to do that just yet, but practice makes perfect.  Suck enough wangs and you’ll be choking them down to the balls before you know it!  Right, I think he’s about ready to cum. That right, Tyler?”

“Uh huh,” he groaned, his dick throbbing something fierce as she stroked him off.

“So, ladies, there’s three ways you can complete a blowjob.  Take his load on your face. We call that a facial. Take it straight down your throat.  That one is a lot of fun. Or, have him jerk off into your mouth and then swallow it down.  Spitting is not an option in Blowjob 101. I think I’ll demonstrate a good facial for your girls, then you can try your hands at the other two. 

“So either, you can stroke the guy to climax or you can let him do it himself.  You might find he goes off a little better if he does it himself. I give a pretty freakin’ good handjob, but you know what guys are like- they’re jerking off 24/7, so you’re never gonna do it as good as them!”  The girls giggled. “Plus, this way you get to play with those big, swelling balls while he’s doing it.”

Miss Beckinsale reached down and fondled Tyler’s nuts; the gorgeous actress feeling the creamy wad churn away inside as he beat himself off.

“Another thing you can do is try to talk him off.  Spout a bit of lewd dirty talk and he’ll be going off like a friggin’ rocket in no time at all.”  She looked up at Tyler, lust burning in her nut-brown eyes as she kneaded his bulging balls. “Come on, honey.  Shoot that fucking load! Glaze my pretty fucking face with all that creamy, thick man mess! Do it, baby! Hose me down with all that gooey, hot spunk!” she purred, interspersing her explicit pleads with a number of laps at hs oozing tip for good measure.

Tyler didn’t need a second invitation.  As if on cue, his dick erupted like Mount Vesuvius; blasting a torrent of gloopy, off-white seed that splattered across Miss Beckinsale’s gorgeous features like blood on a bludgeon.  It went everywhere; across her lips and nose, over her cheeks and in her hair. Some even dripped from her chin and plastered one of her eyes shut. 

“Wow!” she exclaimed, addressing her class as best she could with her one functioning eye.  “That was quite a load, huh? One of the things that makes Tyler here such a good assistant is his ability to remain hard.  Look! His dick just blasted like a freakin’ fireman’s hose and it’s still stiff as a board! Right, your turn now, girls. Who wants to go first?”

Hands shot upright across the room.

“Me! Me! Me! Me!” the girls chorused in excited unison.

Miss Beckinsale chuckled.  She scooped the mess of cum from her eye, stuck her finger between her lips and sucked it clean. 

“Don’t worry, girls.  You’ll all get your turn.  You,” she said, pointing to a cute brunette on the second row.  She consulted a series of headshots on her desk. “Kaia Jerber.  Up you come,” she added, beckoning her with a manicured finger.

“Actually, it’s Gerber,” said the girl, as she strolled to the front of the class.

“OK, whatever.  Do you want to suck this dick or not?”

“Yes, Miss Beckinsale.”

“Good.  Then let’s see what you can do.”

Kaia squatted before Tyler and fed his dick between her lips; the tender schlong twitching as she lapped at the head.  She worked the wang just as her teacher had shown her; her dainty twin mits roaming up and down the shaft as she bobbed and dipped at the crown.  She looked up at him as she worked him over, slathering his shaft in her spittle and sucking down an extra inch of his lengthy span with each pass.  She swallowed down as much as she could, the runway model starting to cough and splutter as she neared the girthy base. Then, with a few inches still to go, her mouth bottomed out; her gag reflex preventing her from choking down another solitary centimetre. 

“You done, honey?” asked Miss Beckinsale.

“Uh huh!” Kaia groaned, answering as best she could with a hearty span of girthy cockmeat pulsing between her lips. 

“OK.  Wrap your hand around the shaft where your lips are.  And don’t move it. Understand?”

Kaia nodded and withdrew Tyler’s dick from her maw.  Miss Beckinsale fetched a tape measure from one of the drawers on her desk and set the end against Kaia’s index finger.  She unravelled it along Tyler’s shaft for what felt like an eternity until she finally reached the tip.

“Eight inches,” she declared.  “Well, 8.2. Not bad at all for a first go.  But I expect you to beat that next time, Kaia.  Remember what I said- practice makes perfect. OK, who’s next?”

The girls went up to the front of the class one by one, knelt before Tyler and choked down his cock.  Each one made a valiant effort at making his prick disappear but came up someway short. 8.6. 9.1. 9.8.  Then, once everyone else had taken a turn, Miss Beckinsale called up the last of her students.

“OK,” she said, peeking down at her page of headshots, “Isabel Moner.  Sorry...Isabela.”

Isabela rose from her seat and approached timidly.  She squatted before Tyler, gripped his giant cock and, like her teacher and classmates before her, fed it into her mouth.  She worked her lips up and down the shaft; the plump pink pillows journeying a little further down his God-like span with every motion.  It was clear from just a couple of passes that Miss Moner had something of a gift. Indeed, she stormed Tyler’s junk with far greater force and venom than any of her peers; the Hispanic teen even giving her teacher a run for her money with the way she attacked his dong.

She slobbered and drooled over every inch that came her way; encircling it and lapping at the underside just as Miss Beckinsale had demonstrated, stroking and jerking the remaining span with her dexterous hands as she went.  As she neared the base, Isabela reached down and started strumming her clit, drawing gasps from her classmates and teacher alike as she frigged herself off. Stretches of thick, veiny cock came and went, the Latin beauty seeing each one away with considerable aplomb as she choked down the rod. 

Then, in a feat that seemed beyond her tender years and even tenderer frame, the cock disappeared; her pouty lips kissing his groin as she sucked it down, right to the hilt.  She held it in her mouth for some time; thick ropes of spittle raining from the shaft as she finally released it. There was an eerie hush around the room as Isabela withdrew the dick.  Jaws were slack every which way; the students and even the teacher utterly astounded by the display of deepthroat dynamism that they’d just witnessed. 

Finally, Miss Beckinsale spoke up.  “Well, that was...wow!” she stammered.  “How about a hand for Isabela, girls?”

The students whooped and applauded.  Isabela blushed slightly and waved to her adoring peers. 

“And it looks like Tyler’s about ready to cum again.”


That was putting it lightly.  In fact, the handsome TA appeared to have been clinging onto his load for dear life for the better part of an hour. 

“Since you did such a good job of taking his cock down your throat, Isabela, how about you do the same with that juicy cum load of his?”

Isabela gaped her lips as wide as they would go; the Latin actress fondling Tyler’s oversized balls as he pulled his pulsing dong.

“Don’t forget the dirty talk, sweetie,” Miss Beckinsale prompted.

“Ay, cum for me, papi!” Isabela purred.  “Fill my pretty mouth with that piping hot spunk!”

Tyler’s dick went off once more; a second wad, every bit as thick, gooey and copious as the first, shooting from his dick and pooling in Isabela’s mouth; the warm, soupy nut filling her open maw right to the brim.  She closed her lips and swallowed it down; seeing the hot, gloopy seed away in a single gulp.

“Well, there’s your benchmark, ladies!  Looks like you girls have got some practicing to do. There’s plenty of clubs around here teaming with hunks just waiting to be blown!  Now, I know you girls have a curfew, but I’m sure Principal Vergara won’t mind you staying out late in search of studs. Heck, you’ll probably run into her while you’re doing it!”

The bell rang and the girls rose from their seats and gathered their belongings. 

“So, get out there and get those mouths to work, girls,” Miss Beckinsale continued, raising her voice over the din of the school bell and the scraping of chairs, Tyler’s cum now dried across her face as she dismissed the class.  “Isabela here is cruising for an A. You ladies gotta up your game! Now, run along. Me and Tyler have to prep for tomorrow’s class.” The students funelled out of the room as Miss Beckinsale squatted before her muscled assistant and gripped his cock once more.  “Ready, honey?”

End of Chapter 1

[Shane81uk]

Where can I sign up for those classes? love it, thank you!

[DarkSwordsman]

Chapter 2

Starring: Isabela Moner, Jordyn Jones, Sydney Sweeney, Kira Kosarin and Elle Fanning

Also starring: Rowan Blanchard, Kaia Gerber, Meg Donnelley, Peyton List, Amandla Stenberg and Paris Berelc

Monday, June 1st, 2020

Loud, orgasmic cries carried through the halls of Sofia Vergara Summer School for Girls’ student dormitories; the impassioned coos, as they did every term-time evening, providing campus security with enough jerk off material to spank themselves into a coma.  The student dorms at SVSSG were much like those at any other academic institution, and boasted all the usual amenities one would expect from on-campus accommodation. Desk, chairs, lamps. Cupboards, cabinets, sideboards.

As was customary, dorm rooms were shared by two assigned students.  Though unlike more traditional schools where dormitory intercourse was discouraged, pupils at SVSSG were put in as close as possible proximity to aid such relations.  As such, students showered together, bathed together and slept together on large, king size beds.  And it was one of these very beds upon which Isabela Moner was sprawled out on her first evening in the college dorms; utterly nude amid a number of fluffy pink throw pillows and a menagerie of stuffed toys as her roommate Jordyn Jones burrowed between her thighs.   

Isabela pawed at her teeny, young breasts with a manicured hand, the other placed at the back of Jordyn’s pretty blonde head, a slew of light, effeminate groans escaping her glossy pink lips as she was tongued into ecstasy.  The girls had just completed their first session of Lesbian 101 that very morning and it certainly appeared that Jordyn had been paying attention. Indeed, she was reeling off every trick her teacher, Miss Wood, had taught her as she busied herself between Isabela’s thighs; the fair-haired starlet lapping eagerly at her stiff pink clit as she worked two fingers back and forth inside her box.

Isabela was in seventh heaven; every plunge of her roommate’s dexterous fingers probing her aching g-spot, every flick of her skilled tongue across her sensitive bud sending shock waves through her slender frame.  Isabella clawed at her pink cotton bedsheet. Her lower lip quivered, her perky, teenage chest rising and falling as Jordyn’s expert diddling and maestro-like tonguework lifted her ever closer to her ardent peak.

She closed her eyes, shiny pinks lips gaping open, a freight train chugging through her system and stopping at every nerve and fibre along the way as her gorgeous blonde roommate tongued her to orgasm.  Isabela sighed contentedly; the Latin starlet easing open her eyes as she descended from her peak, her dazzling brown peepers gradually focusing on the smirking faces of Sydney Sweeney and Kira Kosarin as they loomed over her king size bed. 

“Ahhh!” Isabella shrieked, Jordyn jolting out from between her thighs like she’d received an electric shock.

“Hey, don’t stop on our account,” Sydney grinned.  “That was just starting to get good!”

Both seniors were wearing scanty sets of thin cotton PJs; Sydney’s pink and Kira’s baby blue- both of the skimpy get ups struggling to contain their perky, youthful charms. 

“How did you-?” Isabela began, making a desperate attempt to cover herself with her arms.

“...Get in here?” said Sydney, finishing the Latina’s question.  “The maintenance guy has the master key. You wouldn’t believe the things he’ll do for you when you’re blowing him for three months of the year!”

Jordyn and Isabela looked at one another, then back at their unwanted guests.  “Get the fuck out of our room!” they screamed in unison.

Sydney and Kira laughed.  “Uh uh. I don’t think so, you little bitches,” said Kira, a hand behind her back as she addressed the two young girls.  “We’re seniors and these freakin’ dorms are our domain, and anyone who lives here has to do exactly as we say.”

“Up, freshmen!” said Sydney.  Jordyn and Isabela glanced at each other once more.  “Did I stutter, you dumb little sluts? I said ‘up, freshmen’.  Up! Up! Up!” she barked, clapping her hands together.

Jordyn and Isabela Ieapt up from the bed and stood side by side.   

“Better,” Sydney grinned.  “Kira, the collars, if you please.”

Kira whipped two black leather dog collars out from behind her back and handed them to Sydney; the word ‘SLUT’ written across them in pink Greek letters. 

“Thank you,” she said, fastening the collars around the girls’ necks and affixing two matching leads.  “Kneel, freshmen.”

Jordyn and Isabela exchanged weary glances then dropped to their knees side by side.  Sydney handed one of the leads to Kira.

“Crawl.”

Sydney and Kira led the young naked girls across their dorm room floor, out through the door and into the hall.  They guided them down the corridor and past the washroom; two nude second years wet from the shower giggling at the freshmen’s plight as they bounded past, hand in hand.  The seniors stopped outside Dorm 69J, halfway down the hallway. Sydney pushed it open and led Isabela through, Kira and Jordyn following in behind. 

Isabela and Jordyn’s jaws dropped in unison as they crawled into the room.  Pyjama-clad seniors were perched every which way across the dorm room; on the edge of the bed, on inflatable chairs and big pink beanbags.  And knelt before each of them was a designated freshman, every one of the young students nude as the days they were born; matching collars and tethered dog leads fastened around their necks. 

“Wha-what is going on?” Isabela stammered.

“It’s called hazing, bitch!” Sydney snapped.  “Just like in high school. Or do they do not have that in Paraguay or wherever the fuck you’re from?!”

Isabela stared in disbelief as her first year classmates knelt submissively at a senior’s feet; licking and kissing their pedicured toes like cats grooming each other.  Rowan Blanchard was knelt before Peyton List. Kaia Gerber before Amandla Stenberg. Meg Donnelley before Paris Berelc. 

Sydney took a seat on a beanbag and Isabela knelt at her feet.  “It’s a tradition,” Sydney explained. “We had it done to us when we were freshmen, didn’t we, ladies?”  Her friends murmured affirmation. “Hell, Zoey Deutch paddled my ass so bad, I could barely sit down for my first week.  But we took it like champs, knowing full well that our time would come. And now it has. It’s our turn to dish it out and we’re gonna enjoy it!  All us seniors. Except your freakin’ dyke friend Elle. She’s probably tucked up in bed with a book and a cup of cocoa right now!”

She and Kira laughed.

*

At the far end of the hall in Dorm 69T, Elle Fanning was knelt in the middle of the floor; her svelte, young frame ringed by no fewer than six muscled members of campus security.  Three were white, two black and one Latino; every one of the handsome studs kitted out in matching uniforms- purposely ordered a size too small by Principal Vergara to showcase their chiseled frames. 

Elle, like most of her fellow students at this late hour, was wearing her skimpiest nightwear; which for her consisted of a tight-fitting, sheer white top and pair of matching shorts; the image of a pink cupcake printed suggestively at the crotch.  She reached up and stroked at the groins of two of the men; the young actress biting her lip longingly as she felt the spans of girthy, thick cock bulging in their pants. 

“Mmm, so nice and hard,” Elle purred, the twin prongs growing and stiffening as she rubbed them.  “You boys have missed my pretty little mouth, haven’t you?”

There were deep, manly grunts of confirmation.   

“Well, my mouth has missed your cocks, too,” she grinned in response.   “Get ‘em out for me, boys. Let me see those thick wangs!”

They didn’t have to be told twice.  Belts were unbuckled and flies unzipped every which way around Elle’s kneeling frame; the chiseled security studs dropping their pants and kicking them aside in the blink of an eye.  Cocks sprung out in all directions and pointed at her head like long flesh arrows; every one of the meaty prongs primed and ready to suck. Big, heavy balls swung between thighs. Veins throbbed along shafts of every shape, size and colour.  Heads bulged, pearls of precum glistening in their wide-open tips. Elle reached up and gripped two of the cocks; her dainty hands barely spanning their unfathomable girth. 

“Yeah,” she said as she started to stroke the two rods, “I’ve really missed this place!”

*

“You’ll dish it out too when you’re a senior,” Sydney went on, wrapping up her lowdown on the tradition of hazing.  “Unless you’re a little goody two shoes princess like Elle and her cunty friends.” Her fellow seniors laughed. “But right now, it’s time for you to take it like a good little bitch.  So, honey, are you in or not?”

Isabela looked down at the floor sheepishly.  “Yes,” she said in a soft voice.

“Louder, bitch.”

“Yes,” Isabela repeated, her volume increased.

“Good,” Sydney grinned.  She stretched out her bare feet.  “Kiss ‘em.”

Isabela looked up at her; a palpable look of apprehension etched across her face.

“Don’t worry, they’re clean.  We just had shower time, right, Kira?”

“Mmhmm,” Kira responded, her own little pet freshman, Jordyn, already smooching her dainty feet, like she was a queen and the blonde her royal subject.

“So...what you waiting for, bitch?” said Sydney.  “Kiss ‘em.”

Isabela dipped down to the floor and planted a timid kiss on the bridge of her left foot.

“Keep going.”

She continued upwards; placing soft pecks across Sydney’s pedicured tootsie until she reached the ankle.

“Don’t forget the other one.”

Isabela switched to the right; kissing slowly from the ankle right down to her toes, then looked up at her new mistress for approval.

“You’re not done yet, freshman,” said Sydney, raising her foot and wiggling her toes.  “Suck ‘em. All of them. One by one.”

Isabela looked perturbed.

“Or do you want a spanking?”

“No,” Isabela replied softly.

“No, what?”

“No...ma’am?”

“I didn’t think so.  Hop to it then, slut!”

Isabela tentatively shot out her tongue and licked at Sydney’s big toe.

“God dammit!  I said suck them, not lick them!  You’re going the right way for a paddling, you little freshman bitch!”

Isabela wrapped her lips around Sydney’s toe and worked them to and fro, sucking on the varnished digit like it was a little, tiny penis (not that she’d ever let a member of such meagre length anyway near her mouth, of course). 

“Yeah, that’s it, honey,” Sydney purred.  “Suck it good!”

Isabela suckled at her mistress’ toe for some time, finally releasing it and glancing up at her once more.

“What you stopping for, bitch?  You’ve gotta do the others now!”

Isabela continued down the row of toes, sucking on each of the painted digits in turn before switching to the other foot. 

“Well done, freshman,” said Sydney, once her pet had finally finished.  “I’ll make a good little bitch out of you yet. Though I shouldn’t be surprised that you were good at that.  From what I’ve heard, you seem to enjoy sucking on things.”

Her friends sniggered around the room.  Isabela shot her a puzzled look.

Sydney laughed.  “Don’t play innocent with me, bitch.  I know all about your exploits in Blowjob 101.  World travels fast around here, honey. Apparently you sucked Tyler’s dick right down to the base in your first class.  Not bad for a little freshman. Of course, I was able to deepthroat him and tongue at his balls at the same time on my first day, but…”

“No, you weren’t, Sydney,” said Kira from across the room.  “You didn’t do that until the end of last year.”

“Shut up, bitch,” Sydney muttered under her breath.  “Anyway, I think it was a spot of beginner’s luck. I bet you couldn’t do it again if your life depended on it.”

“Could to,” Isabela protested, incensed that her oral prowess had been brought into question.

“Prove it then, freshman,” Sydney grinned.  “Put your money where your mouth is. Kira, hand me that strap on.”

*

Elle was squatted in the centre of her dorm room, surrounded from all angles by a band of muscled security guards.  Her plump pink lips roamed up and down a thick black cock, while her silken hands clasped around two others- one white, one Latino; stroking their lengths in unison.  A large dark hand gripped the back of her head; guiding her pretty young mouth along the chocolate shaft, while others pawed at her perky breasts and slapped round, bulging dickheads against her shoulder blades. 

Elle sucked down the turgid black length like a seasoned pro, her hands little more than pink-tipped, manicured blurs as she jerked the other two cocks; the blonde starlet using every trick she’d picked up in first year Blowjob 101 and second year Blowbang 201 to ensure all three of the lengthy rods were thoroughly stimulated.  She worked her lips up and down the dark wang, inch after inch vanishing between her lips, her arms crossing every which way like a game of Twister as she tried to pull and jerk as many of the remaining rods as she could reach. 

Cocks pulsed in her hands and against her tongue; all six of the girthy schlongs throbbing like nobody’s business as they ringed her squatted frame.  She sucked hard at the thick black cock engorged in her mouth; volumes of spittle smearing across the shaft as she choked it down. It wasn’t long before she’d swallowed it right down to the hilt; the ebony stud’s wiry, afro-like pubes tickling her cute little nose as she made his wang disappear. 

*

In 69J, Isabela was knelt between Sydney’s toned, bronzed thighs; the Latin beauty sucking greedily at a huge anatomically correct (provided, that is, that it was modelled on the anatomy of a Texas Longhorn) dildo that was strapped to her slender waist.  Isabela’s leash was wrapped around Sydney’s hand; a mischievous grin stretched across her gorgeous face as her new teenage pet sucked her plastic dick.

“Yeah, blow me, freshman,” she said.  “You like that big senior’s cock, don’t you, bitch?”

“Mmhmm!” Isabela groaned around the dildo in her mouth; the Hispanic beauty dousing the prosthetic wang in oodles of spittle as she worked it over.

“Show me how much you like it then, slut.  Swallow mistress’ cock right down to those big plastic balls!”

Isabela was well on the way there already, but it was certainly something of a challenge.  At eight inches, Sydney’s strapped on wang was a little shorter than Tyler’s very real, very lengthy skin baton, but what it lacked in length (relatively speaking, of course) it more than made up for in girth.  In fact, Isabela estimated the man-made dong to boast the girth of a baseball bat, and sported false plastic veins even thicker and more pronounced than those large, protruding blood tubes that had throbbed against her tongue in Blowjob 101. 

Her full, pouty lips were stretched lewdly to accommodate it; the giant plastic cockhead nearly packing her gullet to capacity as she choked it down.  But still she pushed on and with the finish line in sight, Isabela took one last plunge; her glossy lips pressing against the cool steel rivets on the leather harness as she sucked it down to the base.  The watching seniors couldn’t help but marvel at the astonishing feat, and impressed coos chorused across the room as Isabela held the prosthetic rod between her lips.

“Not bad, freshman,” said Sydney, as Isabela released her strapped on cock from her mouth.  “I guess it wasn’t beginner’s luck after all. Now turn around,” she grinned, taking her spit-slicked dildo in her hands and stroking it menacingly.  “Time for me to claim that pussy!”

*

The black security guard retrieved his dick from between Elle’s lips; the girthy wang utterly slathered from tip to base having just been devoured ferociously by the actress’ skilled young mouth.  But she wasn’t done yet. In fact, no sooner had the first man withdrawn, had another taken his place; the fair-haired starlet swallowing down his equally huge, thick dong with even greater ease than she had the first.  Before long, she’d sucked down all six; the blonde senior taking every one of the meaty prongs right down to the hilt, regardless of length, girth or colour. 

“Come here, boys,” said Elle, gripping two cocks; one vanilla, one olive, and hauling them in close.

She fed the white dong between her lips, sucking it right down to where her hand was clasped at the base, before retrieving it once more.  Then, without as much as a second’s pause, she turned to his friend and did the same to him. Soon enough, Elle was shifting back and forth from one to the other; her head moving at such a pace she got a little dizzy.  Her blonde hair whipped from side to side, strands of sticky saliva flinging this way and that as she switched from cock to cock. 

“Get closer, boys,” she cooed, pulling them in ever nearer; the two men now at such close proximity that their dicks were practically touching.  “I’ve got a new trick to show you. Miss Beckinsale showed me this one this morning.”

She gaped her lips as wide as they would go, pulling both men in until their pricks crossed around mid shaft; their big, swollen dickheads poking at the insides of her cheeks as she guided them into her maw.  Elle bobbed her pretty blonde head; her lips roaming up and down the pair of dongs and accommodating no less than half of their lengthy twin shafts with each pass, her cheeks bulging like a squirrel with a nut as she took both cocks inside. 

“Ay, dios mio!” the Latin guard exclaimed.  “I love this fucking school!”

“Right?” his colleague agreed.  “I don’t see the girls at UCLA doing this!”

Elle released the cocks from her mouth; stroking them vigorously as she dipped down to get at their balls.  First, she fed the Hispanic’s olive-toned balls between her lips; sucking at each of the cum-filled gonads in turn before switching to his friend.  She gobbled at the white man’s nuts with equal zeal, releasing the second orb with a loud *POP* as she turned back to his buddy. Before long, her head was but a blur once more; a haze of professionally styled golden hair as she went back and forth from scrotum to scrotum. 

*

Back down the hall, Isabela was knelt on the dorm room floor, looking back over her shoulder as she thrust her peachy teen ass up into the air.  Sydney was knelt behind her, her strap on wang clasped at the girthy base.

“You want it, don’t you, freshman?” asked Sydney, smirking devilishly, the round head of her dildo teasing the Latina’s pussy lips as she rubbed it across her slit. 

“Yes,” Isabela cooed, her face screwed with lust, “I want it, mistress.”

“You sure, bitch?  You know the rules.  Once I enter that pussy, it’s mine for the whole semester.”

She wasn’t lying.  In fact, that very sentence was written in the school’s student handbook.

“Yes, I’m sure!”

Sydney pulled the tip of her dong from Isabela’s slick opening; the first year’s face falling in response.  “I don’t believe you. Beg, freshman.”

“Please, mistress,” said Isabela, the desperation in her voice almost tangible.  “Please give me your big, fat cock!”

“Hmm.  What you gonna do for me in return?”

“Anything, mistress!  Anything you want. I’m yours until you graduate.  Your pet. Your little freshman slut.  Please.  Please.  Por favor, mamacita.  Gimme that cock, mistress!”

Sydney grinned.  She’d been waiting two long years to hear those words, and they sounded even better than she’d imagined.   

“OK, freshman.  OK. Since you asked so sweetly.”

Sydney rubbed the crown against Isabela’s slit once more, this time pushing forward and guiding it inside.

“Ay!” Isabela whined, as the dildo entered her; the prosthetic wang stretching her cooch wider than any real cock had ever done.

By now, every senior and even some of the freshmen were watching on with rapt attention.  There was a lot going on in the room. In fact, third years were breaking in their new toys every which way.  Some were gripping their leashes as their cute faces burrowed between their thighs. Others laid their pretty little freshman pets across their laps and struck their asses with a paddle.  But, even in the midst of all this, Sydney and Isabela’s sordid little strap on show was the undisputed highlight.   

Sydney began to guide her cock gently back and forth in Isabela’s twat; venturing deeper and gaining momentum with each stroke.  She gripped Isabela’s waist; the busty blonde holding the Latina with such a firm grasp that she couldn’t have escaped if she’d wanted to.  She bucked her slender hips, her massive tits flopping this way and that; the chesty actress wielding the strap on dong like a lifelong lesbian as she pumped her partner’s pussy. 

“Yes, that’s it!” she purred.  “Take my dick, you little freshman slut!”

Isabela was taking it and doing so like a champ.  The prosthetic prong was tunneling deeper into her cooze and touching parts that none of her male lovers could even dream of.  She reached back and started strumming her clit, adding to the already intense pleasure that was coursing through her teenage body; the dildo’s large plastic head hitting her g-spot and making her pussy purr like a Bengal tigress with each passing stroke. 

“You like that dick, don’t you, bitch?” asked Sydney, reaching around and clasping Isabela’s lead as she fucked her from behind.

“Yes!  I like it,” Isabela squealed in response, looking back at the stacked senior as she pounded her tight, wet pussy.

“Tell me, freshman.  Tell me much you like your mistress’ big, fat cock!”

“I love it, mistress!  I love your giant cock!  Fuck me, mistress! Fuck me hard and make me cum!”

“Uh uh,” said Sydney, gripping a handful of Isabela’s glossy dark hair and pulling her upright.  “Not yet, bitch,” she hissed, directly into her ear. She reached up and placed a hand around her throat.  “You don’t cum until I say you can cum. Understood?”

Isabela nodded.

“I said, ‘understood?’.”

“Yes!  Yes, mistress.  Understood.”

“Good.  And if you want to cum, you’re going to have to get one of my girls off first.  After all, you’re such a good little slut, it’s only right that I share you with my friends, right?”  She looked up. “Kira, you want to see what this freshman bitch can do?”

*

The six security hunks queued at the foot of Elle’s bed as she lay across it, head hanging over the edge, lips agape in wait of their giant cocks.  A black man stepped up first; squatting before her and guiding his long dark rod into her mouth. Elle slipped a hand under the waistband of her shorts and rummaged between her thighs.  She strummed her pulsing clit as the ebony stud worked his muscled hips; steadily guiding his dick back and forth in her maw. Spans of veiny, dark meat disappeared between her lips as the pace started to quicken; the blonde beauty choking down every inch that came her way as he pumped her pretty mouth. 

The black man’s colleagues were lined up behind him, pulling their pricks as they awaited their turn.  By now, the security stud was sawing his dick between Elle’s lips with little mercy; his bulging brown head boring deeper into her maw and down her gullet with each pass.  Saliva was slathered across his cock; thick strands of the sticky mess dripping from the shaft and splattering across her face. Before long, he was driving his dick down to the base with every motion; all ten of his girthy dark inches mining into her oral cavity, his heavy, spit-slicked balls slapping against her forehead each time he thrust inside.  Elle could feel his pole throb and twitch against her tongue; his veins seeming to ferry more blood to the tip of his wang with each passing second.

Feeling as though he could lose his load at any second, the black man hastily retracted; stepping aside as the next guy moved in for a turn.  This one; a big, brawny Latino, adopted a different stance entirely to his dark-skinned predecessor. He backed to Elle and squatted over her; stroking his cock as he dipped his large, olive-toned balls into her mouth, plunging them into the depths like a teabag into water.  Elle could feel a thick wad of cum brewing in his balls as she held them between her lips; the giant gonads filling her mouth to capacity as they stewed and churned against her tongue. 

Elle sucked away at his massive balls; teasing them with her tongue and dousing them in spittle as he jerked himself off.  By the time he withdrew, his balls were literally dripping with saliva; thick drops of the slimy goo slopping from his sac and onto the floor below.  But it didn’t end there and no sooner had the Hispanic stud vacated, had another man entered; the security guys running a train on Elle’s soft pink mouth and packing it full with any part of their anatomy they so desired.  Some dipped their balls in her mouth; the horny senior drenching each set of swollen orbs that came her way with oodles of slick saliva, while others fucked her mouth; the chiseled hunks banging away between her glossed up dick sucker lips until they were fit to burst.   

“Mmm, yeah,” Elle moaned, sucking in lungfuls of air as the last man pulled his dick from the confines of her mouth.  “Thank you, boys. Now who’s ready to cum?”

*

Kira was laid out on the dorm room floor, legs akimbo as Isabela buried her face between her thighs; her head shaking manically as she scoffed at her dripping cooch.  Sydney was knelt behind; her beach-bronzed thighs clattering against Isabela’s as she plowed her with her strap on. Moans and groans filled the room from freshmen and seniors alike; the orgasmic coos loud enough to keep the entire complex awake as the all-star initiation raged on into the early hours. 

“How’s she doing, Kira?” asked Sydney.  “Is my new pet a good little rug muncher or what?”

“Uh huh,” Kira groaned.  “Oh, Sydney, you lucky little bitch.  You’ve got the pick of the litter here, girl!”

She really did.  Isabela was, in fact, nothing short of a prodigious pussy eater; the teen actress tonguing at her elder’s sticky pink twat like she’d been doing it all her life.  Indeed, even while being railed on from behind by eight inches of girthy man-made dong, Isabela was lapping at Kira’s snatch in a manner that would put most pornstars to shame.  Her lips were wrapped around the brunette’s clit; her tongue flicking expertly across the swollen bud, Kira’s sweet fluids smearing across her lips and chin as she ate her out.

Meanwhile, Sydney was bucking wildly at her rear; the harness of her strap on clattering repeatedly with Isabela’s supple behind, the fluids of the Latina’s arousal glistening along the plastic shaft.   By now, every other sex act in the room, of which there’d been many, had ceased. Every girl in the dormitory chamber, be they first years or third, were gazing on in awe at the all-girl threeway taking place before them.

“Yeah, keep eating that pussy, bitch,” Sydney growled, gripping a handful of Isabela’s shiny dark hair and holding her head between Kira’s thighs.  “You’re not stopping ‘til you’ve made my girl cum.”

Isabela was being held between Kira’s legs with such force that she could barely breathe.  Though, luckily for her, that particular goal was close at hand. In fact, Isabela had been tonguing at Kira’s twat with such finesse, that she was on the brink of orgasm already; the brown-haired senior requiring just one further flick of the freshman's skilled, wet tongue to push her over the edge.

“Oh, yes, baby,” Kira cooed, looking down at Isabela as she licked her out.  “Yeah, that’s it. I’m gonna...I’m gonna...uuuhhh!!”

Kira pawed at her breasts, toes curling as a mighty orgasm pulsed through her body. 

“Your turn now, freshman,” Sydney grinned, her voice breathy as she plowed Isabela’s pussy.  “Cum on my big, fat dick!”

Sydney pounded away at Isabela like a woman possessed; her golden hair swishing across her shoulder blades, the undersides of her heavy D cup jugs slapping against her chest as she pumped her hot pink gash.  Kira knelt before Isabela, taking her face in her hands and turning her head back towards Sydney.

“Look at your mistress while she’s fucking you, bitch.”  Kira licked Isabela’s cheek and tongued at her ear lobe. “Tell her how much you like her giant cock!”

“I love your big dick, mistress.  It feels so good in my tight freshman pussy!”

“Ask her if you can cum.”

“Can I cum now, mistress?  I want to cum on you big fucking cock!”

Sydney looked down at her, grinning like a Cheshire cat.  “Beg. Plead for it, freshman.”

“Please, mistress!  Please let me cum on your dick!  I’ll do anything you want if you let me cum on your cock right fucking now!”

“OK, little bitch, you can cum.  But make it a good one, OK?”

She plowed away at Isabela’s cooch harder than ever before, the rhythmic *THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK* of her leather-bound groin colliding with the first year’s ass quickening in pace and increasing in volume with each new stroke.  The head of her dildo tunnelled into Isabela’s sloppy, wet cooze; the plastic crown hitting her pleasure points time and again, making her tremble from head to foot, until…

“UHH!!! MIERDAAA!!!” she screeched, nearly rupturing the eardrums of the captivated audience as a fiery, teeth-rattling orgasm tore through her; shaking the Latin starlet to her very core.

“Ooh, wow!” Sydney gushed, finally halting her vicious pumping.  “That was a good one.  Well done, freshman.  Now clean off my dick.”

“Yes, mistress,” Isabela replied, panting heavily as she turned around and took Sydney’s cock into her mouth.

She sucked it right down to the base once more; slurping greedily at the plastic shaft and polishing it until it shone like vintage silverware.   

“Good girl,” said Sydney, stroking her spit-slicked wang as Isabela released it from her mouth.  She looked down at her strap on, clocking the late hour on her silver-plated wristwatch as she caressed the girthy shaft.  “Ooh, would you look at the time. Past you first years’ bedtime, that’s for sure. Run along, little freshman. If you’re lucky we’ll call on you again tomorrow.”

*

Back down the hall, Elle was squatted at the centre of a circle of studs.  She reached up and fondled two pairs of balls, feeling the nut churning away inside as the security team pulled themselves off.

“Mmm, yes!  Cum for me, boys!” she purred, licking her glossy lips in anticipation of their loads; six big, throbbing cocks pointed at her like cannons.

A black man was first to go off; the dark-skinned hunk firing a thick, creamy blast across the starboard bow.  Once one cock had erupted, the others followed suit; the veiny, thick prongs jetting wads of gooey, hot seed that splattered across her face from every conceivable angle.  By the time the guys were finished, Elle had been glazed like a Christmas ham. Cum was caked across her face, covering nearly every square inch; coating her lips and glueing her eyes shut, while more still trickled down her lustrous golden hair and clung to the top of her head in great clumps. 

“Wow!  Now, that’s what I call earning extra credit!” Elle exclaimed as the guys stepped away and gathered their clothing.  “Thank you, boys,” she went on, wiping the cum from her eyes and looking up at their hulking frames. “Same time next week?”

End of Chapter 2

[RemotePenPal]

Damn I would love to see an special of the Class of '19 since it has Haillee and Zen.

"A large landscape picture stretched across the wall to her right.  It depicted the school’s most recent graduating class; the Class of ‘19 and featured a number of A-list stars- Chloe Moretz, Zendaya Coleman, Lili Reinhart and Hailee Steinfeld, to name but a few- tossing mortar boards into their air and whipping open their glossy blue gowns to reveal the gorgeous nude bodies beneath."

One of my biggest problems with all the new histories is that I don't know the girls used or I don't like them that much. But great history anyway.

[DarkSwordsman]

Chapter 3

Starring: Joey King, Sabrina Carpenter and Kiernan Shipka

Also starring: Isabela Moner, Bailee Madison, Katelyn Nacon, Camren Bicondova, Madison Beer, Natalie Alyn Lind, Sydney Sweeney and Elle Fanning

With: Kristen Bell, Kat Dennings and Sofia Vergara

Monday, June 22nd, 2020

Kristen Bell stood at the front of Room 69D; dressed in a snug-fitting grey pant suit, golden hair cropped just above her shoulders, as she addressed her second year students.   

“Morning, class.  I hope you all had a good weekend.  From the pictures of Bailee’s Instagram, it certainly looks like you did.” 

The girls exchanged naughty grins; the lion’s share flashed in the direction of Bailee Madison, whose social media accounts had certainly gotten tongues wagging across campus.  Indeed, the actress and her roommate, Katelyn Nacon, had held an all-girl orgy in their dorm the previous Friday and plastered it across the Internet. Come Monday morning, there was nary an individual at the college, student or faculty, who hadn’t seen the explicit images. 

“And I gotta tell you girls, looking at those images gave me a pretty good weekend too.  Oh, that reminds me- you girls owe me a new vibrator. I wore mine out and I’m holding you little bitches personally responsible!”

The girls giggled.

“It was good to see you girls getting some use of those dildos I lent out as well.  Camren, you really looked like you’ve gotten the handle of that Black Mamba. That toy certainly isn’t for the faint of heart, so congratulations to you.”

“Thank you, Miss Bell,” replied Camren Bicondova; the brunette blushing slightly as her classmates looked in her direction.

“Yep, you girls were taking those dildos in those tight pink pussies of yours like seasoned pros,” Miss Bell went on, “and it definitely looked to me like you were ready to get to the meat of Vaginal 201.  So to speak.”

There were excited murmurings across the classroom.

“Yes, that’s right, girls.  After a semester of sucking dick and eating each other out, the moment you’ve been all been waiting for is finally upon us.  Ladies, it’s time for some penetration.”

Miss Bell grinned as loud shrieks of joy sounded out from wall to wall.  Some of the girls hugged and high fived one another. She thought she may have even heard the popping of a cork, but figured she must have imagined it.

“Now, I know you girls have already fucked every male member of staff at this school, but…”

There were gasps of mock aghast from across the room.

“Us, Miss Bell?” said Madison Beer, placing a hand to her perky chest and fluttering her eyes like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.  “Whatever gives you that idea?”

“Right, Madison,” Miss Bell replied.  “So, that wasn’t you I saw bent over the kitchen worktop, getting railed by that hot chef in the cafeteria the other day then?”

Madison looked embarrassed.

“Ha-ha.  Busted, bitch!” laughed Kiernan Shipka.

“And Kiernan- I guess I didn’t catch you in the bathroom with those two janitors last week, either.”

Kiernan popped a finger between her twin sets of pearly white teeth; a thoroughly unconvincing display of innocence if ever there was one.

“Can’t say I blame you, girl,” said Miss Bell.  “I’ve fucked them both too. In fact, I gave the blonde one a going over in my car this morning.”

Her students whooped in response.

“So, you girls have been getting dicked down left, right and centre.  We all know it. But my goal here in Vaginal 201 is to ensure that you ladies are getting fucked right.  That you’re riding those big, fat cocks like your lives depend on it.  That you have orgasms that make your friggin’ bones rattle. That you’re screaming the goddamn house down every time you take a dick.  Let’s get to it, shall we?” The girls cheered raucously as Miss Bell called her assistant. “Andre!”

The door opened and a hulking black stud came strolling through.  He wore the usual teacher’s assistant get up (if one could call it such) of snug white boxer briefs and not a lot else (in fact, it was part of a TA’s job decription that he leave his clothes at reception when arriving for work each day).  His nappy afro hair had been freshly barbed into a stylish high top fade. His eyes were a deep, soulful brown, his skin like dark melted chocolate and marked by numerous tattoos. Muscles bulged in his arms and across his chest, his abs so heavily-defined they looked like ebony cobblestones.  His underwear sagged with the height of his dong; the material so thin you could practically see individual veins poking through.

The girls actually cooed as he crossed the room; every new angle of his God-like frame met with an ‘oooh’ or ‘aaah’, like they were watching a firework display.  He stood beside Miss Bell at the front of the class.

“I know, right,” she grinned, her students mouths still fixed in perfect O’s of wonderment as they eyed his shredded form.  “In all honestly, if this beefcake can’t get you cumming into next July, you should probably consider celibacy. I don’t think sex is for you.

“OK,” Miss Bell continued.  “Let’s start with a little pussy eating.  Obviously, you need to be nice and wet before you take a dick inside you.  Especially one as big as this,” she said, reaching down and stroking Andre’s flaccid, though incredibly large penis through the fabric of his boxers.  “Although, to be honest, if the site alone of Andre here doesn’t get you drooling down below you might want to take a trip to the doctor.”

No such problems there.  In fact, the second year students were practically flooding their chairs with the sticky fluid oozing from their groins.  And as for the teacher herself? Well, the visible wet patch in the crotch of her pants told its own story.

Miss Bell began to undress and Andre helped her out; the dark-skinned hunk unzipping the fly on her pants while she unbuttoned her jacket.  She slipped her jacket down her arms and removed her blouse. Andre inched down her pants, revealing that Miss Bell, much like her students wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath (after all, it would be rather hypocritical of the faculty to enforce such a rule on the student body if they, in turn, didn’t practice what they preached).  The blonde beauty was entirely nude in a matter of moments and she hopped up onto her desk, spreading her leg as Andre knelt between them.

He took a brief look at her glistening MILF pussy, licking his thick dark lips in anticipation before diving in. 

“Oooh!” Miss Bell cooed, laying back across her desk as Andre munched on her cooze; the handsome young black man practically engulfing her sex with his lips as his tongue swirled across her clit.       

Miss Bell’s eyes fell shut, a steady chorus of light, sensuous groans escaping her pretty pink lips; the fair-haired starlet seeming to forget she had a class to teach a she was eaten into ecstasy. 

“Erm...Miss Bell?” came a soft, feminine voice that clawed her from her reverie.

She opened her eyes and looked to her side; the horny teacher met with the expectant faces of her watching students.

“Oh, sorry about that, girls,” she said, her voice light and breathy as Andre feasted between her thighs.  “Forgot where I was for a second there. God, this boy can eat pussy! There’s not really much I can tell you at this stage that you don’t already know.  Miss Wood has taught you everything you need to know about pussy eating and, let me tell you, girls, there’s no-one better to learn that from than her. Except maybe Andre, here.  Oh!” she yelped, her head suddenly jolting upright as her TA stuck his long, thick tongue into her box.

“So, all I’d say is, if the guy ain’t doing it right, then it’s up to you ladies to show him what to do.  Obviously that’s not a problem he...uhhh...here.”

It certainly wasn’t.  In fact, Andre was scoffing at Miss Bell’s drooling pink gash like he hadn’t eaten in days; the ripped black hunk bobbing his afro-topped head and sinking his tongue further into her sticky, warm cooze than even her husband’s dick was able to venture!  His fingers replaced his tongue and he moved up to her clit; sinking his long black digits in knuckle deep as he lapped at her pulsing bud. By now, Miss Bell’s pussy was seeping its fluids at a frankly alarming rate; the saccharine secretions oozing from her gash and coating Andre’s lips as he ate her out.  He made her cum in minutes; the teacher’s gorgeously toned body jerking this way and that across her desk, cooing loudly as he tongued her to orgasm.

“Goddamn!” Miss Bell purred, as Andre emerged from between her thighs, his thick African lips coated with her girlcum.  “He’s gone down on me before every demonstration we’ve ever done and made me cum every friggin’ time!”

Andre smirked.  She wasn’t exaggerating one little bit, and it was a track record the dark-skinned TA was very, very proud of.  He rose to his feet, knowing full well which part of the demo was coming next. 

“So, now you should be positively frothing up down below, if you weren’t already,” said Miss Bell, dropping to her knees at Andre’s feet.  “But if you’re gonna take on a cock as large as this, it certainly couldn’t hurt to suck on it a little first. The wetter it is, the easier it’ll slide in.  Besides, if he eats your pussy anywhere near as good as Andre just did, it’s only right you give him a little something in return.”

Miss Bell gripped Andre’s boxers with two clenched fists and tugged them down; his huge black cock shooting out like a freshly cranked jack-in-the-box.  The room fell silent as his dick sprung free. Eyes bulged from wall to wall. Even Miss Bell’s ocean-blue peepers, which had caught sight of the mammoth dong more times than she could count, were almost popping right of their sockets as it flopped up and down before her.  It was big, thick, long and black.  Black as the ace of spades.  Blacker, even, that the rest of his anatomy. 

“God damn!” Miss Bell reached up and gripped the huge black wang in her soft white hands.  “I swear it gets bigger every time I see it.”

She angled it upwards; inspecting the rod like Sherlock Holmes for signs of foul play.  A scar from penis enlargement surgery. A track mark from an injection of steroids. Anything that would explain its gargantuan size.  She managed to pry her eyes away from its magnetic pull long enough to turn back to her class; her students looking back impatiently as they waited for her to continue. 

“Sorry, girls.  I got a little distracted.  So, again, there’s not much I can tell you here that Miss Beckinsale hasn’t taught you already.  I mean, nobody sucks dick like her, right, Andre?”

“Uh uh,” he replied, his voice carrying a distinct purr as he thought back to all the times the brown-haired British MILF had milked his balls dry with her mouth.

“Ahem!” Miss Bell exclaimed, the loud throat clearing tugging him from his erotic daydream like a bolt from the blue.   

“Oh, err...except for you, of course, Miss Bell.”

“Better,” she said, parting her lips for his long black rod.

Andre steered it towards her maw and fed it inside, plunging half of its immense length into the gaping orifice on the first pass.  He placed a hand at the back of her head. Strands of glossy blonde hair flowed through the gaps in his long dark fingers as he guided her mouth up and down his dong, her lips venturing further down the girthy black trunk with every motion.  Before long, she was taking him to the hilt each time; her pouty pink lips pecking his groin every time she swallowed his length, drenching the shaft in spittle as she went. By the time she was done, Andre’s wang was slathered from tip to base; the black man’s sex every bit as wet and dripping as her own as it retracted from her maw.

“OK,” said Miss Bell, stroking the spit-slicked wang as she addressed her students, “now we’re ready.”

She climbed back onto the desk, pulling Andre in by his cock like a dog on a leash.  She laid back across the table, Andre rubbing his tip against her leaking cooch.

“This is missionary,” she explained, looking out across the room.  “It’s...ohhhh!…” Her eyes bulged almost comically as Andre entered her, his giant, round head stretching her pussy almost to its limits right off the bat.  “Its...ohh, Jesus!...considered a bit vanilla in this day and age, and I’d be inclined to agree. But...oh, my goodness!...remember, girls, the more exotic the position, the harder it is for the guy to work his rod.  I mean, I can’t imagine there’s a position in the friggin’ Kama Sutra that Andre here isn’t a master of…”

Andre gave a can’t deny that kind of gesture.

“In fact, I know there isn’t,” Miss Bell went on.  “But sometimes, you just can’t beat the classics, and there is no better position for feeling the man’s length than good ol’ missionary.”  She turned back to Andre. “Come on, big boy. Give it to me.”

And give it to her, he did.  He gripped her ankles and held her legs against his shredded torso; his hips bucking as he guided his dick back and forth inside her, his swollen brown head tunneling deeper into her cooch with every motion.  In practically no time at all, he was driving it in balls deep; his chiseled abs smacking against her thighs as he pounded her tight pink pussy. 

“Oh, fuck!  Yeah, that’s it!” Miss Bell purred, her perky tits jiggling delightfully as their bodies collided.

By now, Andre was drilling his dick into her like there was no tomorrow; his bulging crown reaching in and touching her innermost spots with each pass he took, Miss Bell’s burning cooze leaving trails of thick, creamy goo across his jet black shaft. 

“OK, who wants to try a little missionary?”

Miss Bell took a scan of the class.  Every one of her students had kept their arms firmly on their desks; the randy sophomores clearly wanting to try their hands at some of those more exotic positions that their teacher had alluded to. 

“Oh, come on, girls.  You can’t all do reverse cowgirl.  Don’t you girls want to feel this big black dick boring deep into those hot pink pussies?”

Now that she’d put it like that, hands were shooting up every which way; manicured paws darting skyward at such a pace it would have taken an Olympic freeze frame to determine which one was first.  As such, Miss Bell picked one of her students at random and beckoned her to the front of the class.

“Joey, come on up.”

Joey King climbed out from behind her desk; the young actress leaving a rather suspicious looking puddle on her seat as she strolled across the room. 

“Why don’t you start by cleaning this dick off for me, sweetie?” Miss Bell suggested.

“OK, Miss Bell,” Joey replied, dropping to her knees at Andre’s feet.

He prized his cock from Miss Bell’s pussy; the long dark rod glistening from tip to base with her sticky secretions.  Joey gripped it at the root and parted her pillowy lips, taking the head inside. She worked her mouth up and down his pole, dousing it in her spittle; the svelte brunette polishing the thick black dong like she was cleaning it for inspection.  Before long, every ounce of girlcum had been slurped from the shaft; the girthy wang shining with her spittle as she retrieved it from her maw. 

“Wow!” Miss Bell exclaimed.  “You cleaned that dick off good, huh, Joey?” 

Joey grinned, looking quite proud of her achievement and rightly so. 

Miss Bell knelt at the edge of the desk and patted the surface.  “OK, sweetie, up you pop.”

Joey took Miss Bell’s place on the desk, little puddles of teacher’s cum pooling on the expensive agarwood as she climbed on up. 

“Spread those legs, honey,” said Miss Bell.

Joey did as directed; the brown haired beauty parting her slender pins like the Red Sea as Andre positioned himself between them.  Miss Bell leaned over Joey’s supine frame and pulled up her plaid skirt. She gripped her pale thighs; making sure they were as splayed as possible for the incoming invasion.  Andre pressed his swollen head up against Joey’s cooch and pushed it inside; the tight hole sheathing his huge dong like a gilded scabbard. 

“Oh, my!” Miss Bell gushed.  “Damn, Joey! Your pussy sucked that fat black cock up a treat!”

It really did.  In fact, Joey’s tight, little twat had swallowed Andre’s rod almost to the hilt on the first pass.   Andre worked his muscled hips, guiding his dick back and forth in Joey’s cooze, tunneling a little deeper each time.  Before long, his dark, swollen crown had ventured into uncharted territory and kept on going; the bulbous head not stopping until it reached the darkest recesses.

“Now, I can’t imagine anyone struggling to cum when a big dong like this is pistoning into them, but if a lesser cock ain’t hitting the spot, here’s something you can do to ensure you get off, one way or another.  You all know how to masturbate, right, girls?”

“Yes, Miss Bell,” the girls chimed back.

“Not holding a vibrator to your clit,” Miss Bell clarified.  “I mean really friggin’ yourselves off.”

Her students looked at each other but said nothing, their silence speaking volumes.

Miss Bell chuckled.  “Oh, you girls these days.  Where would you be without your gadgets, huh?  OK, well, rubbing your clit is incredibly easy and can enhance practically any sex act there is.  Just take your middle and index fingers, and work them across your clit in a forward and back motion.  Like this.”

Miss Bell reached down and placed her fingers on Joey’s clit; the blonde teacher guiding them back and forth across her student’s bud just as she’d described. 

“There.  Does that feel good, Joey?”

“Yes, Miss Bell,” Joey replied, her elder’s practiced diddling making the young starlet purr even more than Andre’s giant wang already was.

Miss Bell continued to strum Joey’s clit; the sophomore’s already vice-like grip tightening even further around Andre’s wang in response to the skilled moves.  In fact, by this stage, Joey’s cooze was squeezing Andre’s dick like a tube of toothpaste; her ultra-tight twat threatening to wring every last drop of spunk out of his balls each time he thrust into the depths, his thick black shaft throbbing and spasming in response.

“You gonna cum, baby?” asked Miss Bell, her dexterous fingers still kneading Joey’s clit as she looked up at her assistant.

“Uh huh,” Andre replied through clenched teeth.

“Mmm,” Miss Bell cooed at the promise of his load.  “Do it inside her. This is called a creampie, girls,” she said, turning to face the room.  “I don’t think I have to tell you about the birds and the bees, so obviously don’t let a guy cum inside you if you’re not on contraception.  Having a baby at your age is gonna ruin all your fun.” She looked down at Joey. “You’re set, right, sweetie?”

“Yes, Miss Bell.”

“Good.  Oh, and all our TAs are rigorously tested throughout the year, but if you’re fucking a guy in your own time and you don’t know him all that well, make sure he wears a condom.  STDs ain’t no laughing matter. Try and cum when he does, Joey.”

“OK, Miss Bell.”

Miss Bell strummed Joey’s clit faster than ever before; her snug pink twat clenching Andre’s dick so tightly that it nearly snapped off at the base.  Andre pumped away at Joey’s pussy like a man on a mission; beads of sweat trickling down his face and across his muscled torso as he drilled her molten gash.  He held off until he could no longer; the sculpted black man burying himself to the hilt once more as his dick erupted.

“URRRGGGHHH!!!” he bellowed, a loud, bassen rumble that practically shook the room.

Every sinew in his body strained, his twitching rod spurting rope after rope of burning seed deep into the student’s twat.  Joey came on the spot; a violent, ground shaking orgasm quaking through her body as a tidal wave of creamy, hot spunk flooded her unguarded cooch. 

“Yowza!” Miss Bell exclaimed.  “Now that’s what I call a creampie!  Sounded like he just blew a week’s worth of nut into that pussy!  But remember, girls, just ‘cause a guy goes off inside you, doesn’t mean that load is finished with.  Especially if you’ve got a girlfriend with you.”

Andre pulled his dick from Joey’s snatch as Miss Bell hopped down from the desk and squatted between her thighs.

“You girls should know by now that a cum wad isn’t truly done with until it's in the pit of your stomach.  Spread that pussy for me, baby. Squeeze that gloopy, hot seed into my mouth.”

Joey put her fingers to her twat and split it apart.  With the floodgates opened, a torrent of thick, gooey seed gashed out of her snatch, Miss Bell catching the boiling ball batter in her mouth as it slopped on out.  She closed her lips and gulped it down.

“God, that’s delicious!” said Miss Bell, licking her shiny lips in delight.

She sunk her tongue into Joey’s twat and scooped out the remaining residue. 

“Mmm!  It tastes even better straight out of a pussy!  OK, class, so that was missionary. Thank you, Joey.”

Joey tugged her skirt back down and hopped down from the desk, her classmates clapping as she returned to her seat. 

“Right, moving on,” said Miss Bell.  “Andre.”

She needn’t say any more.  Andre knew exactly what was coming next and exactly what position to adopt.  He laid out across the desk, his dick stood tall like a skin skyscraper. 

“Cowgirl,” Miss Bell added with a grin.  “One of my favourite positions. Who wants to ride this dick?”

Hands shot up excitedly in all directions once more.  Miss Bell rolled her pretty blue eyes. Selecting the girls on a first come, first served basis was clearly an impossibility.

“Sabrina,” she said, ushering Sabrina Carpenter to the front of the class with a wave of her dainty hand.   

Sabrina blew a pink bubble with her gum the size of a volleyball, which popped like a firecracker.   She fished the gum from between her lips and stuck it to the bottom of her desk. She rose from her seat and sauntered to the front of the classroom.

“OK, so it’s called cowgirl ‘cause you mount your man the way a cowgirl mounts a horse,” Miss Bell explained.  “Lose the skirt, Sabrina, and climb aboard.”

Sabrina tugged down her tiny plaid skirt and clambered up onto the desk, planting her expensive looking leather flats each side of Andre’s torso as she straddled his muscled form. 

“Now grip that dick and feed it inside.”

Sabrina did as instructed.  She reached back, grasping Andre’s wang at the base and guiding the bulging brown head into her cooch. 

“So, riding a cock in cowgirl is a lot like doing squats in the gym,” Miss Bell went on.  “And with an ass like that, I know you know how to do those, girl.”

Her students laughed.  Sabrina began to hop and bounce atop Andre’s supine frame; her shapely, round ass rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm as she worked her tight pink pussy up and down his dong.  Before long, she was riding the black TA like a bucking bronco; every squat she performed atop his shredded form taking her further down his meaty pole, his bulging crown soon hitting her g-spot with each motion. 

“But remember, girls, you haven’t truly ridden a cock until you’ve taken the whole thing.  You haven’t mastered this position until your ass is bouncing off his thighs.”

Eager to demonstrate, Sabrina bucked atop Andre’s body at a frenzied speed; her long blonde hair swooshing this way and that, her perky tits jiggling delightfully as she rode his giant wang.  Soon her apple bottom was clapping against Andre's thighs, just as her teacher had described; her bronzed cheeks rippling as they collided with his firm dark flesh. 

“The really great thing about this position is that you’re in control.  You’re bouncing on his dick.  You can take as much of that rod as you want and ride at any pace you so desire.  But, if you start to get tired then you can always get your man to take over. Just squat over him and let him do the rest.”

Andre reached around and gripped Sabrina’s ass cheeks; his large dark hands grasping the supple orbs with all his might as he held her still above his groin.  Then, without missing a beat, he began to buck his hips from underneath her, drilling her with his dick; working more of his jet black span into her sopping cooze with each pass he took.  Soon, his pelvis was clattering against her ass once more; the collision of bodies producing loud, wet smacking sounds that echoed around the room and out into the hallway as Andre’s giant dong pounded her into submission. 

“Oh, and by far the most important thing with any kind of sex, is that you don’t change position until you’ve cum.  I don’t care if the guy has to pound away at your pussy all day and all night, you don’t switch stance until you’ve gotten off,” said Miss Bell, pointing a neatly painted finger at her students in an almost scolding manner as she lectured them.  “Speaking of which, it looks like Sabrina is about ready to do just that.”

Indeed it did.  In fact, her face was positively skewed with lust, all manner of deep, guttural grunts and breathy, high-pitched yelps escaping her full, pouty lips as she was worked over from beneath.  One more pass was all it took. Sabrina looked to the heavens; emitting a ringing cry so loud and shrill that it nearly burst her classmates eardrums, as she was overcome by a mighty, thunderous orgasm.   

“Wow!” Miss Bell gushed as she watched on from the sidelines.  “That was one hell of a climax! Well done, girl. OK, everyone, let’s give it up for Sabrina.”

Sabrina’s peers whooped and applauded as she climbed down from Andre’s frame and tugged her skirt back on.  She wobbled slightly as she crossed the room, the actress-singer having to steady herself on a nearby desk as she returned to her seat.

Miss Bell chuckled.  “Little dizzy, are we, Sabrina?  That’s called being dickdrunk, girls, and is a common after effect of tackling a penis of this size.  Honestly, a cock like that should come with a health warning. Don’t drive or operate heavy machinery after riding this dong!” 

Her students giggled.  Miss Bell checked her watch.

“Right, time for one more position.”

This time she didn’t even bother asking for volunteers, and simply picked the student she deemed to be best suited to the task.

“Kiernan, up you come, honey.”

Andre hopped down from the desk as Kiernan Shipka approached from across the room; the hulking black stud towering over the pint-size starlet as she sidled up next to him. 

“Andre, you know what to do.”

Andre nodded.  He wrapped his large dark hands around Kiernan’s waist and lifted her into the air; the ebony-skinned hunk drawing a cute ‘eek’ from the slender brunette and gasps from her fellow students as he hoisted her up like she weighed next to nothing.  Kiernan wrapped her arms around his hulk-like shoulder blades and her legs around his waist. Andre pulled the hem of her skirt the short distance to her hips, giving her classmates a fantastic view as he gripped his pole and fed it into her cooch.

“Uhh!” Kiernan huffed, brown eyes bulging as his giant head seized her tight snatch.

“This is the standing position and is perfect for two people with a large height disparity, like Andre and Kiernan.  Now, I can’t imagine Andre would have trouble hoisting any of you ladies up into the air. Not with those guns! But the smaller the girl, the better he can throw her around!  Isn’t that right, Andre?”

“Yep,” he replied, the chiseled TA already working Kiernan’s petite frame up and down his dong without breaking a sweat.

“Which is why I picked Kiernan here,” Miss Bell continued.  “How tall are you, sweetie?”

“5...uhhh!...5.1,” Kiernan just about managed in response.

“Ah, same as me.  Which is why Andre can handle her with such ease.  He’s given me the same treatment on numerous occasions.  Haven’t you, honey?”

“Oh, yeah,” Andre grinned, the shredded black hunk guiding Kiernan’s slender form up and down his junk at a quicker pace; her slick pink pussy lips travelling further up his veiny, think shaft with each motion.

“In fact, he’s tossed me around this room like a friggin’ rag doll, girls, I can tell you!  I love this position, ‘cause you are entirely at the guy’s mercy. With other positions- like cowgirl, as we discovered earlier- you are able to keep some semblance of control, and I’m a girl who loooves to be in the driver’s seat.  But, sometimes- well, a lot of the time, actually- it's great to give in to your man and let him drill you into next week.  And this position is perfect for that.”

Andre demonstrated by holding Kiernan still in his big, trunk-like arms; the sexy sophomore poised in mid-air as he bucked his broad hips, driving his dick up into her cooze.  Kiernan clung to his sinewy body for dear life; the brown-haired beauty shaking from head to toe as Andre pumped away at her pussy- the tight, pink hole like a bottomless pit that gleefully sucked up every inch it was given.

“Ughhh! Fuuuuck!” Kiernan screamed.

Her hazelnut eyes rolled into the back of her head, her voice trembling as Andre’s massive dark rod pounded her senseless.  His heavy black balls swung every which way; the spunk-filled gonads smacking repeatedly against her supple, round rear as he drove his cock into her depths.  Andre’s dick throbbed and pulsed as it bore into Kiernan’s box, his thick, cable-like veins ferrying more blood to the tip of his wang than the set of a slasher flick.

“Looks like we’ve got another cumshot coming our way, ladies!” Miss Bell declared, noting the violent spasming of Andre’s coal-black penis.  “Miss Beckinsale taught you girls about cum-swapping in your first year, right?”

“Yes, Miss Bell.”

“Well, then I’d say you’re overdue a little refresher, wouldn’t you?  Andre, you can let her down now.”

Andre, whether he’d heard the teacher’s request or not, paid it no heed.  Indeed, the muscled TA was still drilling away at Kiernan’s sticky, wet cooze like a man possessed and didn’t look intent on stopping anytime soon.

“Andre,” Miss Bell repeated, hands on her hips as she awaited his compliance. 

“ANDRE!”  Finally, she’d gotten his attention.  “Have you forgotten the consequences for disobeying my orders?”

He hadn’t.  In fact, his buns were still stinging from the striking they’d received when he got a little overzealous with one of her students towards the end of the last semester.  It was all consensual, of course. As a matter of fact, the student in question had screamed for his big black cock until she was hoarse, but his over excitement had earned Andre twenty lashes from Miss Bell and her trusty riding crop nevertheless.  That’s right- corporal punishment was alive and well within the grounds of SVSSG, and its use didn’t just extend to the student body. 

Finally and with much reluctance on his part, he retracted from Kiernan’s twat and lowered her to the ground; the young brunette squatting at his feet beside her teacher. 

“Tongue at his slit while I play with his balls,” Miss Bell instructed.  “I want this dick to erupt like never before.”
 
Miss Bell fondled Andre’s bulging dark sac as he jerked himself off, Kiernan lapping at his tip as directed; a stream of prespunk trickling across her tongue as she did so. 

“Come on, Andre.  Shoot that load,” Miss Bell purred as she caressed his giant balls.  “Fill that pretty mouth with your thick, gooey seed.”

A few more strokes of his girthy black prong and Andre did just that; his dick going off like a rocket- juiced up with enough creamy, off-white fuel to propel it to the moon and back.  Volleys of spunk shot from his winking tip, pooling in Kiernan’s mouth like a murky lagoon. 

“OK, so cum-swapping is a lot of fun and remarkably easy.  All you gotta do is position those mouths of yours one over of the other and spit that messy wad between your girlfriend’s lips.  Then swap that nut back and forth until you’ve each got an equal measure and swallow it down. Like this.”

Kiernan and Miss Bell assumed the position; the teacher gaping her pouty pink lips as her student released Andre’s load in a thick glob, catching it in her open maw like a performing seal.  Then, they switched the cum back and forth like a game of pass the parcel, until twin shares of the piping seed filled their pretty mouths. They looked at one another, closed their lips and swallowed; student and teacher alike seeing away their share with equal aplomb.  They met for a kiss to wrap up and Kiernan returned to her desk.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed this class today, girls,” Miss Bell announced.  “We really have just scratched the surface of this topic and there are a great many more positions we’ll be looking at in the coming weeks.  You’ll be graded on each one at the end of the semester so you better go practice. Just remember what I said about being safe and get out there and have some fun!  See you girls tomorrow.”

*

The school bell rang and Miss Bell’s second year students virtually sprinted out into the hall in search of studs.  Thankfully, SVSSG was practically teaming with such creatures; the academy employing a handsome, muscular and well-endowed young man in every non-teaching position, and a great deal more than was necessary for an institution of its size.  No sooner had Miss Bell’s classroom door swung shut behind them, had chiseled hunks in a variety of different roles found themselves dragged to the nearest private area and viciously set upon by a band of horny sophomores.

Natalie Alyn Lind gripped a janitor by his overalls and hauled him into a storage closet.  Camren Bicondova pulled a security guard into the bathroom, while Katelyn Naceon dragged a passing TA into the closest empty room she could find.  Before long, second year students were getting banged senseless throughout the all-star school. Madison Beer was riding a gym worker’s dick in the girls’ locker room.  Joey King was getting railed on by the water cooler guy in the staff room. Bailee Madison was getting spitroasted by two lab techs. And so on and so forth; the rampant trysts continuing to the afternoon bell and beyond as students and staff fucked like bunny rabbits across the school grounds.

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2020

A tray of food was clutched in Sydney Sweeney’s expertly manicured hands as she scanned the school dining hall.  The vast hall had an unofficial, yet incredibly specific seating plan, an arrangement so entrenched upon the students that they daren’t even think about deviating from it.  First years sat by the east entrance, second years by the west, and third years in the middle. It was a tried and tested formula that had been passed from class to class. It worked and everyone stuck to it.  For the most part.

As the school’s resident tough girl senior- intimidator of her juniors, scourge of her teachers and general all around bitch, Sydney was one of the staunchest proponents of this seating plan and was always on the lookout for people who might stray from it and quick to reprimand anyone that did.  At first glance, everything seemed to be in order. First years were to her left, second years to her right and the third years directly ahead. Perfect. Just as it should have been.

Sydney headed for the long table, dead in the centre of the room; the one she and friends had claimed at the start of the semester and reserved until they graduate.  She was just about to set her tray down on the table when something caught her eye. Someone that shouldn’t have been was sat at the next table over. That particular table was usually occupied by Sydney’s nemesis, Elle Fanning, and while the little goody two shoes bitch (as she’d taken to calling her) and her goody two shoes bitch friends were sat there and had every right to be, there was someone else with them who most certainly didn’t.  A freshman. And not just any freshman. Her freshman.  The one she’d claimed on the first day of term with even greater vigour than she had her lunch table.  Isabela Moner. Or at least that’s what Sydney thought her name was. She was ‘Freshman Slut’ to her and would be right up until she graduated. 

But what was she doing sitting at a seniors’ table?  And of all the seniors’ tables, that seniors’ table.  Elle’s table. And why was she talking to that skinny little teacher’s pet bitch?  And why was she smiling and batting her eyelids and giggling coquettishly? Sydney knew full well why.  She knew getting hit on when she saw it. After all, it happened to her practically every day. She was incensed.  She gripped her tray so firmly with her clenched fists that she almost snapped it in half. Without a word to the friends at her table, Sydney turned on her shiny leather flats; her huge D cup breasts bouncing around like nobody’s business as she marched towards the adjacent table. 

“Ahem,” she said, standing at the edge of the table.

Isabela looked up slowly from her tray of food, gulping anxiously as her buxom third year mistress loomed over her seated frame. 

“Oh, hi, Sydney,” she said timidly, her voice trembling a little as she spoke.

“Sydney?  Don’t you ‘Sydney’ me, bitch!  What are you doing sitting here?  And why are you talking to that fucking whore?!” Sydney spat, poking a lengthy nailed thumb at Elle.

“Nice to see you too, Sydney,” Elle said, looking up at the irate blonde with an impish grin.

“Shut up the fuck up, bitch,” she snapped at Elle without even looking at her.  “This doesn’t concern you. Up, freshman.”

“Leave her alone, Sydney.”

“Fuck you, Ellle,” she said, finally looking down at her fellow blonde, rage flaring in her sky blue eyes.  “I saw you, trying to hit on my freshman. She belongs to me until the end of the year.  Mine!”  She pointed her thumb at herself.

By now, every set of eyes, whether they belonged to a student, a teacher or a cafeteria employee, were trained on the angry senior, her tits jiggling as she continued with her tirade. 

“If you weren’t too busy in the library or whatever the fuck you were doing on the first night of term, you could’ve got your own.  Don’t think you can go stealing mine now, you fucking little bitch. And as for you,” she went on, turning back to Isabela, “I’m gonna paddle your ass so bad tonight, that shit’s gonna turn pink!  Get the fuck up right now or I’ll use the flogger as well!”

Isabela took hold of her tray and began to rise from her seat when Elle stopped her with a hand on her wrist.

“Don’t do what that bitch says, Isabela.  You can sit with and talk to whoever you want.”

Isabela was torn, paralysed by indecision.  Elle had been hitting on her, of that she was well aware.  And while she liked being controlled and dominated by her bitchy mistress most nights of the week, Isabela couldn’t help but wonder if the sweeter, more sensual brand of freshman/senior relations she would undoubtedly experience with Elle would be just as enjoyable, if not more so.  Part of her yearned for a softer touch, one which Elle was all too happy to provide, and it was this half of her psyche that ultimately came up trumps. She let go of her tray and perched back on her seat.

“Oh, you fucking bitch,” said Sydney.  “Slut, I’m gonna paddle your friggin’ ass into next week.  You won’t be able to sit at any lunch tables by the time I’m finished with you.  Or anywhere fucking else for that matter! And you!”  She turned back to Elle. “You prudish little, apple polishing cunt!  You want to eat my pet’s cupcake, do you? You want to stick your tongue up her tight little freshman pussy?  Well, here’s a cupcake for you, bitch!”

Sydney picked up a cupcake from her tray and smooshed it, frosting first, straight into Elle’s face.

“Yeah, you like that, slut?” she asked, squishing the soft sponge in her hand as she smeared the raspberry frosting across Elle’s features.  “You like that pink cupcake all over your fucking face? Tastes good doesn’t it, bitch? Is this how you want my pet’s pussy juices all over your face, huh?”

By the time she was done, Elle’s face was caked with sticky frosting from her brow to her chin; the blonde beauty turning red with rage as the pink mess streaked her gorgeous features.

“ARRGGHHH!” she screamed, the usually calm and collected actress leaping up from her seat like a tiger ready to pounce.

She gripped Sydney by the waist and rugby tackled her to the ground; the slender blonde landing atop her curvy counterpart and pinning her to the floor like a professional wrestler. 

“Ahhh!  Get off me, you cunt!” Sydney yelled, fighting to break free from Elle’s clutches, but her grip was too strong. 

Pinning Sydney’s wrists above her head with one hand, Elle grabbed a slice of chocolate cake from a nearby table with the other.  She squished it into Sydney’s face; smearing the brown mess across her features until they were as messy as hers. 

“Take it, bitch!” Elle barked.  “How do you like that shit in your fucking face, huh?”

By now, the students and cafeteria staff were cheering and hollering every which way across the school dining hall.

“Food fight!” yelled an excited second year.

The sophomore picked up a cream filled donut and hurled it across the room in no particular direction; the sweet treat hitting an unsuspecting freshman full in the face and splattering its sticky filling across her delicate features.  From here on out, the dining hall resembled an impromptu remake of the movie Animal House, only with fewer clothes and less John Belushi.  Food items flew across the room from all directions; the young students cheering and hollering, while they flung things at one another like chimps in the zoo.

Elle still had Sydney pinned to the ground, smearing her with chocolate cake when Kat Dennings- or Miss Dennings, to give the actress her professional title- attempted to break it up; the teacher’s own set of whopping DD juggies bouncing and flopping around like the intro to Baywatch as she rushed over to intervene.  She knelt down beside the two scuffling students and tried to prize them apart. 

By this stage, the girls were clawing desperately at one another and one of Sydney’s stray fingers ripped Miss Dennings blouse right open; her enormous tits spilling out to raucous cheers from the surrounding students.  Missiles of food continued to soar from every direction and a handful of toffee sundae splattered across Miss Dennings’ ample chest; Elle and Sydney still going for one another as she tried to keep them apart.   

And on and on it went.  Items of food flew this way and that; hitting students, sticking to the walls and making a mess of the floors.  By now, girls from all three years were wrestling one another on the floor and on the tops of tables, dousing one another in cakes, fruit or anything they could grasp.  One girl was running around the room with a bottle of chocolate sauce; drenching her fellow pupils in the stuff as they grappled on the dining hall floor. Another had a tube of vanilla frosting held to her groin; the young student squirting the slimy goo like it was an ejaculating penis at anyone and everyone that got in her way. 

This went on for some time; the dining hall soon resembling a prison riot but more erotic, as the excited girls coated each other in a host of sticky substances.  Cafeteria workers were jerking off like mad behind formica countertops as the students shelled one another with all kinds of edible artillery. Miss Dennings tried her level best to maintain some semblance of order, but before long, she was just as coated in mess as the students, the scene getting wilder and wilder by the second until…

“Hey!” came a loud bellow from the east entrance.

The girls turned en masse.  A final few food times were flung through the air.  Hands filled with crushed Twinkies and Ding Dongs were poised in mid air, ready to be brought down into a classmates face.  Principal Vergara and her fellow teachers were stood in the open doorway; the Latin MILF crossing her arms over her bulging chest as she addressed her warring students. 

“What is going on in here?!” she barked in her thick Colombian accent.  “Miss Dennings, what the hell?”

“It was these two, Principal Vergara,” said Miss Dennings, the chesty brunette taking hold of Elle and Sydney by their hoop earing-clad lobes as she finally managed to separate them.  “They started it.”

“She started it!” Elle protested, still attempting to claw at Sydney’s food coated frame.

“No, she started it!” Sydney countered.  “She was trying to…”

“I don’t care who started it!” Principal Vergara yelled.  “Look what you little bitches have done to my dining hall!  And my beautiful uniforms!” she added, tugging at Sydney’s chocolate covered blouse.  “Well since you made such mess of the place, I think it’s only fair you clean the place up.  Starting with each other. And that goes for the rest of you, too,” she continued, addressing the room at large.  “I want each of you little sluts spotless by the start of the next period! Do I make myself clear?” 

Students looked to the ground across the messy hall. 

“Yes, Principal Vergara,” they said in unison.

“Good.”  The principal turned to her fellow teachers.  “Why don’t you help them out, ladies?”

The teachers marched into the hall, gripping students by their collars, tearing off their soiled uniforms and tonguing them clean.  Before long, tongues were lapping at stretches of sticky skin every which way as students and teachers alike licked cream, chocolate sauce, squashed fruit and a host of other substances from each other’s bodies.  It may not have been the most productive cleansing method possible, but the women were very thorough and paid particular attention to one another’s pleasure points as they licked each other clean. 

Soon enough any pretense of cleaning one another had gone out the window.  In fact, some were even dousing each other further in whipped cream, caramel sauce and vanilla frosting, grinding their sticky bodies together and tonguing one another to ecstasy as a school-wide sapphic fuckfest got underway.  Orgasmic screams carried down the hallways and beyond. Exams were abandoned. Classes were missed. It was the first orgy of the new semester. But it wouldn’t be the last.

End of Chapter 3

[TLMorgan]

What a great series so far!!

Chapter 2 might be my favorite with Sydney being so dominating, it was hot!  . Looking forward to the next installment.

[DarkSwordsman]

Chapter 4

Starring: Kaia Gerber, Meg Donnelly, Bailee Madison, Katelyn Nacon and Madison Beer

Also starring: Rowan Blanchard, Devore Ledridge, Chloe Lukasiak, Natalie Alyn Lind and Camren Bicondova

Thursday, July 2nd, 2020

“This is gonna be fun!” said Bailee Madison; the brunette actress pulling open a party size bag of Lay’s potato chips and dumping them into a blue plastic bowl.

“Mmhmm,” her roommate and fellow sophomore, Katelyn Nacon agreed.  “I’m excited! I hope these freshman girls are as much fun as we are.”

“I’m sure they will be,” said Bailee, screwing up the empty bag of chips and stuffing it into an already overfilled trash bag.  “Remember what we were like as freshmen?”

“All I remember was having my tongue buried in your pussy every night!”

“Exactly!  Freshmen are some of the wildest girls at this school.  Think about it. They’re away from their parents for the very first time, surrounded by a bunch of other hot girls and guys with big dicks.  Who’s not gonna go a little crazy in that situation?!”

“And the teachers.  Don’t forget the teachers.”

“Totally.  I lost count of the amount of teachers I fucked for a passing grade last year!” Bailee admitted.  “I mean, I was passing anyway, but…Trash!” she suddenly yelled, holding out the bulging garbage bag as a handsome man from campus security came in to collect it.

Katelyn and Bailee had enlisted the help of the muscular security guy to help them prepare for their slumber party.  The dorms at SVSSG were larger than at the average school, but the girls had been eager to maximize the space in their room.  As such, they’d put the security man to work, moving beds, cabinets, desks and wardrobes to ensure that their shared dorm room was as capacious as possible, rewarding the lucky guy with a world class double blowjob for his efforts.

“Anything else I can help you with, ladies?” he asked, several trash bags clutched in his hands.

The girls looked at one another.  “No, I think we’re good. Thanks, Scott,” said Katelyn.  “Don’t forget to come back in the morning, before we leave for class for the rest of your payment.”  She flashed him a cheeky wink.

There was little danger of that.  In fact, Scott figured he would have forgotten to pick up his mother’s heart medicine before a threesome with these two slipped his mind! 

“I won’t.  Have fun, girls.”

“Thanks, Scott,” they chimed in unison, blowing the security guy a kiss as he passed through the open doorway and strolled off down the hall.

The girls looked around Dorm 69C and admired their handiwork.  Over the course of the last few hours, their unassuming, run of the mill dorm room had been prepped for a slumber party worthy of every valedictorian, homecoming queen and head cheerleader in the state of California.  Giant beanbags and inflatable chairs were positioned strategically around the room. A stack of chick flicks; from The Notebook to Breakfast at Tiffany’s, were piled up on the carpet, below the wall-mounted 72 inch plasma screen. 

Their two desks had been pushed together; the twin counters covered with a white sheet and stacked to near collapsing point with all manner of unhealthy snacks.  Bowls had been filled to the brim with Cheetos, Fritos, Doritos and Tostitos, while little plastic pots had been topped with M&Ms, Skittles, Jelly Bellies, gummy bears and Jolly Ranchers.  Solo cups were stacked up in pillars stretching halfway to the ceiling, alongside 2 litre bottles of Sprite, Fanta, Dr Pepper and every variety of Coke known to man.   

And it didn’t end there.  In fact, the makeshift table had been loaded with more sweet and savoury treats than the shelves at Walmart.  So many teeth-rotting foods that dentists across the land would have been lickiing their lips at the impending business.  There were Oreos, Nutter Butters and Chips Ahoy. Sweet popcorn, salty popcorn, toffee and buttered popcorn. Bags of Lay’s, Ruffles, Funyuns and Bugles.  Tubes of Pringles, and enough quesos and salsas to feed half of Mexico.                 

The girls were adding the finishing touches to their glorious, though diabetes-inducing spread when there was a knock at the door.  They shrieked excitedly, clasped their hands together and raced for the entrance. No fewer than eight of their fellow students were waiting in the hall; three sophomores and five freshmen- every one of the celebrity scholars emitting a squeal so loud and ear-piercing it could have been heard at the other side of campus.

Katelyn and Bailee ushered their friends in; greeting each of the young starlets in turn with a warm embrace and exchange of cheek kisses.  They filed into the room, each of them equipped with a sleeping bag or pink-sheeted duvet. The guests, much like their A-list hosts before them, were kitted out in their very scantiest of night gear; the dorm room a rolling plain of tight white tops, skimpy cotton short shorts and knee-high tube socks.  Not to mention long flowing hair, shiny pink lip gloss, stiff, protruding nipples and panty chewing camel toes. 

They laid out their bedding across the floor and gathered in front of the TV as the female-friendly film marathon got underway.  First up was Clueless, and the girls grazed from bowls of popcorn and tubs of candy, filling cups with soda as they gazed up at the giant screen.  Sound boomed from waist-high speakers from nearly every conceivable angle; the movie playing at such a volume that people halfway down the hall could have followed it word for word.

Though at the party itself, the movie was not garnering the attention it may have deserved and the decibel level most certainly warranted.  Alicia Silverstone and her mid-90’s cronies were doing their thing on screen but their acting prowess and the words they spoke were being largely ignored.   Indeed, before the film was even 30 minutes old, the girls were already giggling amongst themselves at its expense; talking about how ‘ancient’ it was (after all, the celebrity students weren’t even glints in their father’s eyes at the time of its release), chuckling at the dated music and poking fun at the decades old fashions. 

Another half an hour and the film had been forgotten almost entirely; the young ladies brading one another’s hair, painting each other's nails and discussing nigh on every topic under the sun as the movie came to its very loud, but practically unobserved conclusion.  The credits rolled and the girls were still chatting away. In fact, it was only for the sudden lack of background noise that they realised it had ended at all. 

“Oh, the movie’s finished,” Bailee finally noticed, leaving Kaia Gerber’s luscious hazelnut locks half-plaited as she leapt up from the floor.  “Which one do you girls wanna watch now?” she asked, gathering a selection of blu-rays and fanning them out in her manicured hands.

The question was met with little more than a few disinterested shrugs from her fellow students.  Some even groaned a little at the prospect of sitting through another boring movie.

“Well, don’t all pick at once, ladies,” said Bailee sarcastically, lowering the collection of films.

“Maybe we could do something else now,” suggested Camren Bicondova.  “Like play a game.”

This proposition was met with a good deal more enthusiasm than the first one, the girls chirping a litany of animated ‘yeah, yeah, yeah!’s in response. 

“OK,” said Bailee, dropping the blu-rays to the floor.  “What shall we play?”

The girls pondered, striking cute thinking poses as they racked their brains for the perfect slumber party activity.

“Ooh, girls,” said Katelyn Nacon, setting her half full cup of Coke precariously onto the plush cream carpet, “I’ve got just the thing.” 

She stuck her head under her and Bailee’s king size bed, her friends wolf-whistling as she thrust her peachy round ass into the air.  The girl next to her even gave it a playful squeeze. Finally, and perhaps after a little longer than was required, Katelyn re-emerged from under the bed, grinning mischievously, the game Twister clutched in her soft hands.

“You girls feeling limber?”

*

A few minutes later, and the duvets and sleeping bags had been piled up on the bed, the Twister mat laid out across the dorm room floor, an A-list partygoer positioned at each side.  Squaring off in the first round were Devore Ledridge, Meg Donnelly, Natalie Alyn Lind and Madison Beer. Bailee was on spinning duties, her remaining friends gathered around her as the game got underway.

“OK,” said Bailee, the plastic spinner poised in her neatly-painted fingers, “Devore’s going first.”  She gave it a spin. “Left foot green.”

“Well, that’s easy enough,” Devore grinned, confidently planting a tube sock-clad foot on the nearest green circle.

“That’s your right foot, dummy,” said Meg, drawing hoots of laughter from her watching friends.

Devore blushed, removing her foot from the plastic circle and replacing it with the correct one.

“Geez, girl,” Bailee chuckled.  “No wonder you go here and not a real college!”

More laughter. 

“Meg,” Bailee continued.  “Right hand yellow.”

Meg bent over, placing her hand on a yellow space; her tiny cotton shorts riding even further up the crack of her ass as she did so, drawing a fresh refrain of wolf-whistles from her surrounding pals.

“Not laughing now, are you, bitch?” asked Devore, the girls laughing raucously in response.

“Madison, left foot yellow.”

Madison stretched across the mat and set her foot down on a yellow circle, the plastic sheet shifting slightly underneath her and eliciting an ‘oooh!’ from the enraptured audience.

“Natalie, left hand blue.”

Natalie leaned forward, offering up a spectacular view of her bulging DD cleavage as she set her hand on a blue space. 

“Yowza!” said Bailee, eyes popping as she looked back at the spectators.

“I know, right?” Katelyn grinned.  “See why I picked this game!?”

Bailee continued to call out directions; the brunette and her plastic spinner putting her celebrity friends in a host of strenuous and increasingly peculiar positions- their lithe, young bodies intertwined in all kinds of exotic ways, until, one by one, they started to tumble.  Devore was first to go; Bailee’s call of ‘left foot blue’ sending her sprawling to the plastic mat like a deer on a frozen lake. After her came Madison; falling face first onto the floor as she stretched across the mat for an illusive red circle.

That just left Meg and Natalie and as the game progressed, the fair-haired duo started to adopt positions even the most supple of Olympic gymnasts would have struggled to pull off.  Natalie was bent over to one side; her dainty hands placed on neighbouring green circles, with her feet at the opposite end of the mat. Meg, meanwhile, was sprawled out across the mat like crab.  Her hands were planted on yellow and red circles, her legs spread, giving the captive audience an eyeful of her cameltoe, as her feet set on red and green spaces in the corner of the mat, her feminine biceps tensing as she held the awkward stance. 

To say it was a suggestive pose would be putting it lightly and a wily grin stretched across Bailee’s face as she conjured up all the weird and wonderful positions she could put her fellow students in before the game was up.  She moved the plastic spinner to exactly where she wanted it on the board; a move that while very much spotted by her watching friends, went unnoticed by the participating duo. 

“Natalie,” she said, “right hand blue.”

“Oh, fuck,” Natalie cussed, glowering across at the nearest taunting blue circle and dreading the uncomfortable position it would mould her curvy young body into. 

She reached across and placed her hand upon it; the chesty blonde spread like a starfish across the plastic mat; her huge, beach tanned boobs nearly spilling out of her top as he hovered over her opponent’s body.  They were now in remarkably close quarters, and had their bodies been but a foot nearer to one another, they’d be practically 69ing. Baillee knew exactly which move to make next and, once again, moved the spinner to her chosen place. 

“Meg, right hand blue.”

“Oh, no,” said Meg, shifting her hand one space over; the subtle, but critical switch, moving her face ever nearer to Natalie’s suspended groin- so close, in fact, that she could clearly make out the lips of her pussy through the fabric of her panties.

A wicked smile stretched across Bailee’s face.  This was it. The final move. She took a long, lingering look at the Twister board, assessed her options and picked her spot; grinning like a minx as she fired off the lethal blow.

“Natalie, right hand yellow.”

Natalie gulped nervously.  She moved her hand to the yellow circle and accepted the inevitable.  Her arms were now side by side, wobbling away like nobody’s business as she did her best to maintain her balance.  But then, sure enough, her slender limbs gave away from beneath her and she buckled, slumping to the floor and taking Meg with her along the way.  A loud whoop went up from the excited audience as the pair landed one on top of the other, in a 69 position so perfectly assembled it could have plucked from the frames of a porno. 

“Jeez, girls,” said Bailee, somehow managing not to let on that she’d orchestrated nearly the entire thing.  “Get a room!”

The spectators fell about in fits of laughter, Meg and Natalie nursing their aching limbs as they clambered up off the floor. 

“So, who won?” asked Katelyn.

“I won,” Meg claimed.  “She fell!”

“Well, technically, you hit the ground first,” Natalie pointed out.

“That is a good point,” said Bailee.

“Oh, shut up, bitch!” Meg snapped, glaring over at Natalie.  “You fell, which means you lost!”

She picked up a pillow from the bed and hit Natalie with it; the soft weapon striking across her ample chest and rebounding off her giant boobs.

“Oh, you little slut!” she spat, grabbing the other pillow and returning fire.

Meg hopped up onto the bed and held her pillow aloft like a swordsman ready to duel.  “En garde, Madame!”

Natalie leapt up onto the bed after her, her tits jiggling up and down as she did so, and struck the same pose.  They swung at one another with their cotton melee weapons, hitting each other across the torso like battling buccaneers.  Soon enough, the girls were bouncing up and down on the bed like a trampoline and testing the mattress to its limits, not to mention the wall behind as the headboard hammered against it.  They traded blows like heavyweight boxers, giggling like the schoolgirls they were, their tits (Natalie’s especially) flopping around every which way as they struck each other with their pillows. 

The audience watched on; some whooping and hollering, others chanting the names of their dueling girlfriends as the battle raged on.  And it wasn’t long before they were joining in too; the girls gripping the nearest pillow and squaring off in four additional freshman-sophomore bouts.  Tiny feathers were fluttering everywhere; the scene soon looking like a massacre in a chicken coop as the snow white tufts landed on the girls’ shoulders and stuck in their hair.  Suddenly, they collapsed to the ground in fits of laughter, heads rested on each other’s tummies, feathers flitting across the room as they sprawled out across the dorm room floor. 

“So, what shall we play now?” asked Rowan Blanchard.   

The dorm fell silent; the girls thinking long and hard about what activity to engage in next, until Bailee piped up excitedly from the centre of the room.

“Oh, girls!  I know what we can play.”  She poured the last dregs from a bottle Sprite into a solo cup and held the empty vessel aloft.  “How about a little spin the bottle?”

*

Bailee Madison, Katelyn Nacon and their celebrity guests were sat in a circle some ten girls strong, the empty Sprite bottle laying on its side in the centre as the game got underway.

“OK, so we all know how to play, right?” asked Bailee, the question more rhetorical than anything.  Of course everyone knew how to play spin the bottle. “You spin the bottle,” she said, demonstrating as she explained, “and kiss whoever it lands on.”

“Yeah,” said Kaia Gerber.  “No duh.”

Her friends laughed.

“BUT,” Bailee continued, shooting the freshman an icy glare, “we play it a little differently, don’t we, sophomores?”

The second years murmured in agreement.

“One spin, you make out.”  She raised a finger to her surrounding chums.  “With tongue. Two spins; second base.” Bailee reached up and jiggled her perky breasts.  “And three spins…” She split her fingers in a V shape and flicked her tongue between them to simulate cunnilingus.   

More whoops.

“And four spins?” asked Devore Ledridge.

Bailee smirked.  “Well, you’ll find out when we get there.  So, who’s first?”

The girls looked at one another across the circle, each seeming a little reluctant to take the first spin.

“I’ll go,” Chloe Lukasiak finally volunteered. 

“OK, Chloe,” said Bailee, gesturing towards the empty bottle.  “Spin away.”

Chloe crawled into the centre of the ring.  She clasped the bottle and gave it a hearty spin; the empty vessel rotating on its axis, quickly at first before gradually slowing.  The girls watched on with bated breath, the bottle turning slowly, agonisingly so, before finally stopping- the wide plastic neck pointing at...Camren Bicondova.  High pitched whoops rung out across the room. The girls blushed.   

“Take it away, girls,” said Bailee. 

Chloe and Camren giggled and crawled into the middle of the ring.

“But, remember...” Bailee added, stopping the pair in their tracks, “tongues.”

Chloe and Camren knelt opposite one another in the centre of the circle.  They smiled at each other and steeled themselves with final deep breaths as they leaned in.  Their soft lips pressed together and out came their tongues; slick red flesh invading each other’s mouths.  A still hush fell over the room as the remaining girls watched in awe, the smacking together of lips the only sound that could be heard as their two celebrity pals made out in front of them. 

They kissed hotly, passionately, aggressively even; both students looking as though they were trying to chew each other's faces off as they locked their luscious lips.  Tongues wrestled and grappled in their mouths, the pair swapping spit back and forth as they Frenched in the centre of the circle. They made out for an eternity; leaving their schoolmates stunned and stupefied as they finally broke from the kiss.  The surrounding students gawked listlessly, some rubbing their groins in a trance-like daze as their lips separated. For a while nobody spoke, the watching girls still utterly dumbfounded by the sapphic face sucking they’d just observed.   

“Oh my God, girls.  Wow!” said Bailee.

She started to clap and her friends gradually accompanied her, some whipping their hands out from between their thighs as they joined in.  Soon the girls were cheering raucously, Chloe and Camren glowing like ripe tomatoes, now wearing half of each other’s lip gloss as they returned to their places in the circle.  With everyone back in position, the game continued. Camren was next to spin; the brown-haired beauty making out with Rowan Blanchard as the bottle pointed at her kneeling frame.

Before long, girls were kissing left, right and centre; the scene soon resembling every teenage boy’s wet dream as sophomores and freshman alike locked their lips together.  Madison Beer and Kaia Gerber. Bailee Madison and Devore Ledridge. Chloe Lukasiak and Meg Donnelly. And so on and so forth; the all-star smooching continuing until Katelyn Nacon took her third spin of the game, the neck pointing for a second time at the buxom figure of Natalie Alyn Lind.

“Ohhh!  That’s twice, girls!” yelped Bailee Madison, the declaration met by a refrain of anticipated murmuring from her fellow students.  “You know what that means, Katelyn. You gotta suck on those big titties!”

Natalie gripped the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head; the blonde beauty removing the scanty garment with an exaggerated bounce of her curvy frame, her DD cans jiggling as she tossed it aside. 

“Come and get ‘em, baby!” she said, cupping her large breasts and waggling them with her silken hands.

Laughter erupted from wall to wall as Katelyn crawled nervously across the circle.  She neared Natalie’s chest; the stacked starlet shaking her huge mounds invitingly as she approached.  Katelyn poised before Natalie’s heaving bosom, shooting out her tongue to lap at one of the nipples when, without warning, she gripped the back of her head; the buxom blonde pulling her friend’s dome into her bust and clamping it between her cans.

“MMPF!” Katelyn exclaimed as she was smothered by Natalie’s rack; the gorgeous brunette scarcely able to breathe as her fair-haired friend locked her firmly between her tits. 

But Katelyn quickly got over the initial shock of being plunged so forcefully into Natalie’s bust, and it wasn’t long before the second year student was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her friend’s big, pillowy breasts squishing against her face.  She licked and lapped at any stretch of soft, bronzed titflesh her somewhat restricted movement would allow; emitting all manner of muffled coos and groans as she immersed herself in her rack.   

Finally, and with Katelyn’s face turning slightly red due to a lack of oxygen, Natalie released her from her clutches.  Katelyn gasped, drawing in a deep breath. Hoots and applause rang out around the room and the game continued. Before long, shirts were being removed every which way.  Titties were bared and nipples were sucked. Soon enough, every girl in the circle was partially clothed and only got nuder as the game progressed. 

By this stage, the girls were praying for the game to advance to the next stage.  Since minute one, they’d been making mental notes of who and had gotten who with every spin of the bottle. Soon, each go was met with a chorus of hopeful cheers as the vessel whirled, only to be replaced by disappointed groans as the neck turned past their desired target and onto someone else.

All, that was, until Kaia Gerber took her next turn.  Kaia had just spent a good deal longer than was necessary sucking away on Madison Beer’s full, perky breasts and as the bottleneck spun slowly around the circle, the remaining players watched on in with rapt attention as it turned towards her a second time.  Some were holding tightly to each other; their bare breasts squishing together as they clung to one another in hope. Others were swatting at the air with their dainty hands; attempting to waft the bottleneck in Madison’s direction. While more still were clasping their hands together and praying to Allah, Buddha, Shiva or anyone who’d listen that it land at their intended target.   And, sure enough, the gods of spin the bottle gave them what they wished for. The bottle stopped at Miss Beer, prompting a deafening shriek that could’ve pierced eardrums from here to San Diego. 

“Get those friggin’ panties off, girl!” said Bailee, calling over the din of high-pitched screams.

Madison was way ahead of her, the brown-haired beauty already peeling her skimpy undergarments down her slender legs as Kaia crawled towards her from across the circle.  Madison inched her panties past her pedicured toes and dropped them to the floor, parting her legs as Kaia knelt before her. Natalie Alyn Lind knelt behind Madison, allowing the dark-haired singer to use her lap as a pillow as she laid out across the floor.  Kaia crawled between her legs, hooking her arms under the sophomores beach tanned thighs. Madison reached down and spread her labia; the soft pink lips already sticky with arousal as Kaia took up position between her thighs.

“Yeah, eat that pussy good, honey,” said Bailee.

Kaia looked up at Madison with a grin, biting her glossy lower lip with desire as she nestled between her legs.  She stuck out her tongue, ready to lick when Bailee spoke again, halting the young model in her tracks.

“And, Kaia, don’t stop until you make her cum, OK?”

Kaia nodded and dove in.  Her tongue went straight for Madison’s clit, the gorgeous freshman looking up at her sophomore counterpart as she lapped at the stiff pink bud. 

“Mmm,” Madison purred, the horny songstress cooing like a wounded animal as Kaia tongued at her clit.

Natalie reached down to Madison’s midriff and the pair clasped hands, the blonde stroking her friend’s shiny raven locks with her free paw as Kaia ate her out.  By now, Kaia had her soft, pouty lips wrapped around Madison’s clit, a river of sugary girlcum seeping from the singer’s cooze and smearing across her lips as she went down on her.  The remaining party guests watched on longingly throughout the room, some starting to paw at their breasts or rub their burning crotches through the fabric of their panties.

Kaia slipped two fingers into her mouth and gave them a suck; the randy freshmen dousing them in her spittle before rubbing them against Madison’s sodden gash.  She fed them inside and they slipped in with ease, drawing further groans from her fellow student as her tongue returned to her clit. Kaia worked her fingers back and forth in Madison’s pussy, delighting on the warmth and the velvet soft feel as she guided them into her depths, quickly finding her g-spot and prodding it with the painted tips. 

By now, the surrounding girls were strumming themselves lewdly across the room.  Panties had been discarded and legs splayed apart, fingertips of every style, shade and colour kneading their throbbing clits as a rampant bout of group masturbation ensued.  Madison was purring like a satisfied kitten as Kaia licked her twat; the freshman’s skilled fingers poking her pleasure points as she lapped at her pulsing bud. She really was doing a stand up job.  Every trick in her oral arsenal, whether it was learned in class or self taught, had been honed to absolute perfection; the catwalk model practicing her moves every night and most mornings with her lucky roommate Rowan until she had them down to a tee.     

Bailee Madison was sprawled out across her back, fucking herself with two fingers and rubbing her clit with a third as she watched the sapphic show play out.  A stream of fluids oozed from her cunt, making her fingers glisten and her pussy squelch as she worked them into her depths. Sitting in such close proximity to her classmate Madison, Bailee had a fantastic view of proceedings, and every flick of Kaia’s tongue, every plunge of her fingers, every flutter of Madison’s mascara-coated eyelashes, every lick of her pouty, glossed up lips was coming in live and uninterrupted in crisp UHD. 

Bailee slipped her fingers from her pussy and reached discreetly for Madison’s discarded panties.  She balled them up in her hand and took a quick scan of the room to check nobody was watching. They weren’t.  In fact, the girls were so engrossed in the live lesbian action and their own impending orgasms, they wouldn’t have noticed if the school dormatories had been struck by a ten megaton blast. 

She held the panties to her nose, the fragrant smell of Madison’s arousal tickling her nostrils.  Bailee sniffed at the creamy, wet panties like she was inhaling laughing gas, the brown-haired beauty strumming herself wildly as she inhaled the sweet scent.  She watched as Madison’s perky chest started to rise and fall rapidly, her breathing quickening, the impassioned coos escaping from her mouth growing louder and higher in pitch with each passing second as Kaia scoffed at her drooling box.

Sensing that her schoolmate’s orgasm was close at hand, Bailee held the panties to her nose with greater force, practically suffocating herself with the cotton smalls, her fingers mere blurs of shiny coral pink as she rubbed her aching clit.  Both girls came at the exact same time, just as Bailee had intended; equally vigorous, toe curling orgasms coursing through their systems as they were licked and lapped, fingered and frigged to climax.

“Ooh, wow!” Bailee cooed as she came down from her orgasm, returning Madison’s panties from whence they came without anyone noticing.  “Damn, girls! That was freakin’ hot!”

Kaia emerged from between Madison’s thighs, her shiny mouth fixed in a grin as she basked in the afterglow of her accomplishment. 

“So, girls, on with the game?” asked Bailee as she slipped on her panties, the party host receiving no response from her celebrity guests.  “Girls?”

Bailee had been so enraptured in the all-girl display and the contents of Madison’s underwear that she hadn’t even noticed that a number of similar trysts were now underway throughout the room.  Indeed, as she looked across her dorm, her A-list pals were engaging in all manner of sapphic shenanigans; the all-star lesbian loving strethcing across the room from one wall to the other. Katelyn Nacon was going down on Rowan Blanchard.  Camren Bicondova was 69ing with Devore Ledridge. Natalie Alyn Lind was scissoring with Chloe Lukasiak.   

“Hey!” Bailee barked.  “We were playing a game, you little bitches!  You were supposed to wait your turn!”

Her protests fell on deaf ears, her friends either not hearing her remonstrations over the chorus of groans now filling the expanse of the room or simply choosing to ignore them.  Either way, they carried on with their various ministrations like she hadn’t uttered a sound. 

“Ah, fuck it,” she said.

She crossed the room and reached under her bed, producing a large tub filled to the brim with exotic marital aids; a toy collection that would put Prince George of Cambridge to shame.  Vibrators, wands, Rampant rabbits. Love eggs, strapons, double ended dildos. You name it, she had it. Some had come as part of the SVSSG freshman welcome pack, along with sets of lingerie, bottles of lube, packs of contraceptive pills and roll after roll of extra large condoms.  Others had been picked up in nearby sex stores during shopping trips with her friends. 

But regardless of their origin and however she’d acquired them, each of the plastic fucktoys was bigger, bolder and more brightly coloured than the last, the marital aids ranging from the anatomically correct to the morally suspect in regards to their size, shape and overall appearance.  Bailee had intended to save the toys for the fourth spin of the bottle- long, plastic tools with which they could hit that coveted home run- but with the game long since been abandoned, she thought it about time she broke them out regardless.

Bailee fetched a pink double ended dildo from the depths of her collection and pointed across the room at Meg Donelly.

“You,” she said.  “Over here.”

Meg hopped down from atop Kaia Gerber’s face, allowing Madison Beer to repay the model for her earlier efforts without distraction as she joined Bailee on the other side of the room.  Bailee clutched the long plastic fuckwand in the centre as she and Meg knelt opposite one another; the second year student feeding its twin plastic heads into both of their pretty pink mouths at the same time. 

She let go of the toy as they began to bob their heads, blonde and brunette alike sucking down their respective ends with flawless synchronicity.  Two sets of plump, shiny lips roamed up and down the twin-headed dildo, inch after pink plastic inch disappearing as their mouths edged ever closer.  One final joint plunge and the whole thing had gone, their twin pairs of pouty pink lips pressing together as they lodged all 18 of its girthy, man made inches within their conjoined mouths.       

Before long, their friends had started watching attentively across the dorm room, heads emerging from underneath asses and between splayed thighs as Bailee and Meg choked the double-headed dick right down to the centre.  But they weren’t done yet, and as they harboured the plastic dong within their twin maws, the girls began to make out; the celebrity duo full on Frenching one another with the lengthy pink dildo stuck down their throats. By the time they finally released it, the prosthetic prong was slathered in their saliva from one tip to the next, the twin-headed toy perfectly lubed up for phase two. 

By now, hands were dipping into the tub of marital aids every which way; the randy students grabbing for the exotically shaped items like hungry kids around a takeout pizza.  Items were disappearing from the vast collection with every passing second until the tub was entirely empty, the girls passing around the giant fucktoys like gifts on Christmas morn.

“Lay back, honey,” Bailee said, the spit-slicked dong clasped in her silken hand.

Meg assumed the position; splitting her legs as wide as they would go in wait of her friend.  Bailee pressed the tip of the prosthetic cock against Meg’s pussy and guided it inside; the fluids greasing her pussy from the earlier oral allowing the girthy toy to slip inside with minimal fuss.  Bailee laid back on her side; she and Meg adopting the scissors position as she fed the other end of the dildo into her cooch. 

“Mmm, yeah!” Baillee groaned, both girls cooing with delight as they rocked on the plastic dong, working their pussies up and down it’s lengthy shaft in perfect unison, and gathering momentum with every motion.

Before long, they were bucking against the doubled ended dildo like there was no tomorrow; leaving viscid streaks of clear, wat sap along its lengthy span as they worked their tight pink pussies up and down the shaft.  They clasped each others legs as their bodies writhed and ground together; the lusty students clinging to one another for dear life as they shared the manmade dong.   

And they weren’t the only ones putting Bailee’s collection of plastic fucktoys to good use.  In fact, party guests were using the exotic items on one another throughout the room; the array of oversized dildos probing mouths and pussies alike as the rampant, A-list orgy kicked into second gear.   Rowan Blanchard was using a vibrator on Madison Beer. Kaia Gerber was masturbating with a Rampant Rabbit. Camren Bicondova was drilling Natalie Alyn Lind with a long black strap on.

Katelyn Nacon was sprawled out across the carpet, a large vibrating wand held to her clit as she watched Meg and Bailee use their lengthy dildo.  The toy buzzed in her hands like a swarm of bees, a string of loud, mewling groans passing from between her lips as it rumbled against her bud like a pneumatic drill.  Juices streamed from her gash like the Mississippi, lubing her burning crotch as the humming toy buzzed and vibrated against her clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. 

By now, Meg and Bailee had changed up position; the randy duo now knelt back to back- or, more accurately, ass to ass- as they shared the long pink toy.  They worked their pussies along the shaft, their shapely, round butts clapping together, its girthy twin heads probing their innermost sports and making them cry out in ecstasy as they fucked the giant dildo.   

Meanwhile, the giant wand was buzzing wildly against Katelyn’s clit; the young actress holding it to her person like a precious family heirloom as it worked its magic on her cooze.  Every nerve in her body was tingling. Her toes curled. Her lower lip trembled. Her nipples were so stiff they could have sawed through a pane of glass, the brown-haired beauty tugging at the thick carpeting with such force she nearly pulled great clumps of it straight from the floor.  She could hold out no longer.   

“UGHHH! FUUUCKKK!!!” she screamed, pulling the toy away at the very last second as a vicious ladyload spouted from her cooze, drenching Meg and Bailee in a deluge of sticky, warm squirt juice.

Meg and Bailee came too; mind-numbing orgasms igniting from deep within their slender frames as the first drops of sizzling girlspunk hit their sweat-gleaned skin.  And on and on it went. Before long, the girls were cumming thick and fast; the party guests going off like fire hydrants, water cannons, fireman’s hoses and anything else you can think of, as they writhed and bucked, frigged and fucked one another to a litany of tumultuous orgasms.  Minutes passed, hours came and went; the horny students making a mockery of the term ‘slumber party’ as they lapped and licked, frapped and dicked each other into the early hours of the morn.

*

Scott rose bright and early the following day and dressed for his morning shift, the security stud still sporting a mighty trunk of morning wood as he stepped into his pants.  He left his quarters and headed back to Dorm 69C to claim his payment for last night’s services. He knocked on the door and waited to be summoned. No response. Figuring Bailee and Katelyn wouldn’t object to the intrusion (and given that he had a lump like a slab of salami swelling under his pant leg, he was probably right), he eased the door open and entered regardless.

“Not too late, am I, ladies?” he asked, as he stepped inside, stopping still like a statue as he caught sight of the wondrous vision stretching out before him.

A troop of naked young women were strewn out across the dorm room floor for as far as the eye could see, cradling one another’s nude bodies in all kinds of wonderful ways, their frames shining with perspiration, their hair wet with a cocktail of sweat and girlcum as they dozed on the plush carpeting.   

“Nuh uh,” groaned Bailee Madison, rousing from her sleep as Scott strolled into the crowded room.  “Baby, you are right on time!” 

End of Chapter 4

[DarkSwordsman]

Chapter 5

Starring: Natalie Alyn Lind, Joey King and Camren Bicondova

Also starring: Jordyn Jones, Sabrina Carpenter, Kiernan Shipka, Bailee Madison, Katelyn Nacon and Madison Beer

With: Kat Dennings, Eugenie Bouchard and Alexa Bliss

Wednesday, July 15th, 2020

The second year students were sat at their desks in room 69G, discussing the various episodes of their rather hectic and eventful weekends as they waited for their teacher to arrive.  Finally, and some ten minutes after the chime of the school bell, the door opened and in stepped Kat Dennings; the buxom brunette carrying a canvas tote bag, a stack of essays and, somewhat curiously, a brown paper grocery bag as she hurried across the room.

“Hi, class,” she said, setting her things down on the desk.  “Sorry I’m late.  I had to fetch a few things from the staff room.”  She strolled across to the blackboard, etching her name and the title of the course across it with a piece of chalk.  “I’m Miss Dennings and this is Titfuck 201.”

She wore a freshly pressed white blouse and a neatly tailored light grey pencil skirt; the figure hugging outfit perfectly showcasing a thick, curvaceous body that looked to have been torn from the pages of a vintage Playboy.  She turned to face the class; eyes bulging around the room as her sophomore students caught sight of the giant set of DD flesh mounds ballooning from her chest.  Her blouse was unbuttoned to below her ample bosom; the tight-fitting garment sculpting a cleavage so full and deep it could make the Sears Tower disappear.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking, but this isn’t a class tailored only to the busty.  Which in this class looks to be just blondie at the back there.”

The girls turned to Natalie Alyn Lind, whose skinny-fit grey cardigan was showcasing a rather bountiful young chasm of its own.  Natalie, suddenly feeling rather self-conscious, did her level best to cover her bulging cleavage with her arms; the busty blonde glowing red like a fire truck as she crossed her toned limbs over her chest. 

“Uh uh uh,” said Miss Dennings, wagging an expertly-filed finger at Natalie from across the room.  “There’ll be none of that here, Blondie.  That goes for all of you.  Covering your tits in this class gets you acquainted with my riding crop, and the bigger your rack, the more lashes you’ll receive.  See me after class, honey.  And by the looks of things, we could be a little while.

“Anyway, like I was saying, big boobs aren’t a prerequisite for passing this class and we’ll be doing a lot more with our juggies over the coming weeks than just jerking off a few TAs.  Though we will definitely be doing that,” she said with a grin.  “Me and Blondie, anyhow.  The rest of you will have to watch.  But make sure you pay attention, ‘cause there will be a written exam that you’ll be expected to pass whether you’ve got big titties or not. 

“OK, let’s begin.  Food.  SVSSG doesn’t currently have a course dedicated solely to food sex and that’s not for a lack of trying on my part, believe me.  In fact, I gave Principal Vergara a little demo on what a class on food sex might look like at her house last week.  She seemed to enjoy it and so did her husband, so, who knows, maybe we’ll be seeing it on the syllabus some time in the near future.”

The students muttered amongst themselves.  After the food fight in the dining hall two weeks earlier, the girls couldn’t believe that the principal would even entertain the idea of a food sex class.  However, if they’d seen the way the buxom MILF was lewdly masturbating on a dining table as they tongued, tribbed, licked and scissored their way through their wild food based orgy, they wouldn’t have been so surprised.

“But for now I thought I’d incorporate it into Titfuck 101.  After all, food and a good set of tits go together like a horse and carriage.”

Miss Dennings returned to her desk and removed a number of items from her grocery bag.  A can of whipped cream.  A bunch of bananas.  A carton of halved strawberries.  A cucumber.

“Whoops!” she said, quickly returning the phallic vegetable from whence it came.  “That’s for later.  My boyfriend’s out with his buddies tonight.”

Her students giggled.   

“Right, two volunteers, please.”

At first, Miss Dennings’ students seemed a little reluctant to offer their assistance.  Though that all changed when she unbuttoned her blouse.  Indeed, jaws dropped every which way as the teacher freed her breasts; the giant milk jugs hanging in gravity defying pertitude over the rest of her curvy frame.  The girls stared in disbelief at the whopping, great tit mounds, their hands raising slowly toward the ceiling like it was the work of a hypnotist. 

“OK, you and you,” said Miss Dennings pointing to two of her students in turn.

Still gawking listlessly, Sabrina Carpenter and Madison Beer rose from their seats and wandered in an enraptured daze to the front of the classroom, gazing in wonderment at their teacher’s rack as they flanked her from either side.

“Like what you see, girls?” she asked, reaching up and jiggling her heavy mounds.

The girls nodded slowly, their eyes widening as they took in the full force of her bust.  Miss Dennings picked up the bottle of cream; the chesty brunette hinting at a handjob technique that was second to none as she gave it a shake.  She popped off the cap with a flick of a manicured finger and squirted two perfectly coiled cream pyramids over her puffy pink nipples.

“How about now?”

The girls nodded once more.

“Come on, then, ladies,” said Miss Dennings, giving her diary-topped cans a second jiggle.  “These titties aren’t gonna clean themselves.”

With that, Sabrina and Madison dipped down to her chest; wrapping their glossy lips around her nipples and suckling away like hungry newborns as they slurped up the tasty cream. 

“Ooh, yeah!  That’s it, girls,” Miss Dennings groaned as her two students feasted on her funbags.

By the time they were done, her teets had been sucked clean; thin streaks or creamy white residue smeared across their lips as they released them from their mouths.

“Mmm, I love having my titties sucked on.  And when you’ve got big ones like me, you can even do it yourself.”

She angled one of her boobs up to her mouth to demonstrate; the chesty star tonguing away at her own erect nipple with equal ferocity to that of her students. 

“You gonna give me a hand, baby?” she asked, looking across at Sabrina.

The blonde promptly joined in, and before long, student and teacher alike were lapping at her giant breast, their slick tongues brushing back and forth across one another as they licked her swollen teets.

“There.  That was fun wasn’t it, girls?”

“Mmhmm,” they replied in zombie-like unison, still gawping at the size of her tanks.

Miss Dennings sprayed two further cream pyramids atop her stiff nipples and the two sophomores greedily went in for seconds.

“Uh uh,” she said, stopping them as they shot out their tongues; the tips poised taintisilingly short of her creamy teets.  “Hold your horses there, ladies.”

She fetched a halved strawberry from the pot on her desk and scooped up the cream from her left nipple; feeding the white-topped fruit between Madison’s lips.  Madison sucked the cream from the strawberry, bit off half the red fruit and chewed the sweet flesh.  Miss Dennings rubbed the remaining half against her nipple, smearing the excess cream across her areola until it was covered with a sticky pink glaze.  Then, Madison returned her lips to her teacher’s breast, slurping up the creamy mess and sucking at her erect nipple like she was trying to extract further dairy goodness from within. 

Miss Dennings took a second strawberry and did the same to her right nipple, this time offering it to Sabrina.  She sucked the cream from the piece of fruit, then student and teacher fed it between their lips; their plump sets of pillows pressing together as they bit it in half and feasted on the flesh. 

“Mmm, yummy!” Miss Dennings purred.  “Gotta love strawberries, huh, girls?  Now let’s see what fun we can with these,” she said, snapping a banana from the bunch on her desk.     

She picked up the can of whipped cream and gave it a squeeze once more.  This time, however, she was far more liberal with its application; the busty teacher dousing her rack in the sweet white substance like she was topping a sundae.  Then, she took the banana, peeled it and sunk it into her cleavage; the yellow fruit plunging into the creamy depths like a deep sea diver.  When she retrieved it, the banana was smeared a gooey white.  She fed it between Madison’s lips; the young brunette swallowing the piece of fruit right down to the base and slurping up the cream from the shaft. 

“Wow!” Miss Dennings gushed.  “Someone got an A in Blowjob 101!”

Her students laughed.  Miss Dennings dunked the banana between her cans once more and offered it to Sabrina; the blonde beauty sucking it down with equal ease to that of her classmate, before biting off some of the tender flesh and giving it a chew.  Miss Dennings offered the rest of the banana to Madison, then tossed the peel over her shoulder and into the bin behind her. 

“There.  Did you enjoy that, girls?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss Dennings,” they replied through mouthfuls of soft fruit.

“OK, ladies, back to your seats.”

The girls returned to their desks.

“Oh, look.  I’m all messy,” said Miss Dennings, peering down at her cream-covered bosom.  “Where’s my assistant?  LUIS!”

The classroom door opened and a handsome young Hispanic man strolled on through.  His dark hair had been carefully slicked back with more expensive product than the state of New Jersey, the sides buzzed down almost to the scalp.  He was muscled beyond belief; his shredded frame marked with a plethora of stylized tattoos, his skin tight underpants bulging with the light brown trouser snake coiled away within. 

“Ah, there you are,” said Miss Dennings as her TA wandered to the front of the class.  “Come here, Luis.  I could use a little cleaning up.”

Miss Dennings placed a hand at the back of his head and, rather unceremoniously, pulled his face into her rack. 

“MMPF!” Luis exclaimed, cream smearing across his face as she smothered him with her tits.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” Miss Dennings purred.  “Get in there good!”

She gripped the back of his head; the brown-haired beauty holding him between her jugs with such force that all the files in the world wouldn’t have aided his escape.  Mind you, emerging from the teacher’s bust didn’t appear to be too high on Luis’ list of priorities.  In fact, he looked to be having the time of his life between her tits; the Latin TA licking and tonguing at any stretch of smooth, cream-coated flesh his somewhat restricted movement would allow. 

“Mmm!” Miss Dennings groaned, as Luis lapped at her big, messy breasts.  “God, I love having a handsome face between my boobs like this.  Here’s a little something I like to do when a guy's buried in my rack.”

She removed her hand from the back of his head and moved her body swiftly from side to side, smacking her weighty cans against his cheeks.  *SLAP* *SMACK* *SLAP* came the sounds as her still quite creamy tanks collided with his face. 

“Yeah, I love beating up a man with my titties.  And I think he secretly likes it too, don’t you, Luis?”

He did like it, but why she thought it was such a big secret was anyone’s guess.  In fact, Luis looked happier than a pig in shit as he burrowed between her cans; the heavy milk tanks striking his face with such force it felt like Anthony Joshua and Tyson Fury were using him as a punching bag.  Eventually, she let him up for air.  He was battered, bruised and covered in so much white dairy goo that it looked like a birthday clown had planted a cream pie right on his face.  But he was grinning like an idiot nonetheless as he finally resurfaced from between her cans.

“Come on, baby.  Give ‘em a suck.”

Luis didn’t have to be told twice.  He gripped Miss Dennings full, weighty breasts and gave them a squeeze; the Hispanic stud kneading the gooey funbags like dough as he put his lips to her nipples and started to suck.  He switched back and forth from one to the other, moulding her titanic titties in his big, strong hands as he suckled at her stiffened teets like an infant at feeding time.  Then, he squished her boobs together, and shook his face between them.  He licked and sucked at her rock hard nipples, all manner of unseemly razzing noises escaping his mouth as he feasted on her tanks.

Miss Dennings chuckled.  “OK, this is called motorboating, class.  Named as such ‘cause it sounds like a motorboat starting up.  And judging by how long it’s taking, we might have a fault with the mechanics,” she grinned as the sounds continued. 

“No such problems down here though,” she exclaimed, the busty teacher now stroking her assistant’s wang through the fabric of his undies.  “This seems to be working just fine!”

Indeed it did.  In fact, his journey into the depths of her rack had left Luis’ dong as stiff as a board; the waistband of his boxers sagging down to around mid-shaft as the giant member tested the flimsy garments to their limits.  He pushed his underwear down and his cock sprung out; the olive pole measuring a good ten inches long with girth to match.  Miss Dennings knelt before him and sprayed a further helping of cream between her breasts. 

“Cream isn’t the best lubricant but, boy, is it fun!  Oil is more traditional and we’ll take a look at that next time, but for now a generous helping of Bessie’s finest will be just grand!”  She looked up at Luis, jiggling her creamy tits in a manner that no creature on God’s green Earth could have possibly resisted.  “Come on, baby.  Get that cock in here.”

No further invitation was required.  In what can only be described as a true clash of the titans, Luis buried his dick between her tits; the eighth and ninth wonders of the world colliding and sending cream spattering every which way as he slapped his meaty prong into the white dairy gorge. 

“Mmm,” Miss Dennings purred, “that dick feels good in there.  Now, there’s two ways you can tittyfuck a guy.  Hold onto those puppies yourself and work them up and down his rod.  Or let him take hold of ‘em and saw his dick between them like there’s no tomorrow.  I think I’ll handle them first, then Luis can take over.”

She wrapped her tits around his cock; clumps of cream squelching under her fingers and against his shaft as he did so. 

“It’s pretty easy.  All you gotta do is guide them up and down his pole.”

She grinned naughtily, hopping up and down from her kneeling stance, her shiny raven hair bobbing majestically as she worked her creamy tits up and down his dong.  It was abundantly clear from the get go that were was nobody more qualified to teach Titfuck 201 than Miss Dennings.  Indeed, Luis had buried his cock in more racks than he cared to remember, but nobody had worked their big, jiggling juggies up and down his rod like she did.  He’d only had his dick between her tits for a couple of minutes and already the large, pillowy mounds were caressing every inch of his twitching pole; the giant mammaries roaming from the base to the tip and back again with consummate ease.

Cream was smearing everywhere; across Miss Denning’s hands, her tits, Luis’ cock, his thighs and his midriff.  Melted drops of the stuff was even trickling down his ballsack and dripping onto the carpet below.  *FWAP* *FWAP* *FWAP*  The heavy undersides of her big, messy jugs slapped repeatedly against his pelvis; cream splattering across the desk, the black board, and even leaving tiny specks across her student’s faces as she titfucked her TA. 

“The challenge comes in keeping it in there,” she went on.  “Especially if, like me, you like to use a little more lubricant than is probably necessary.  Speaking of which.”  She looked up at Luis.  “Take over for me, would you, honey?”

Luis gripped her tits as Miss Dennings released them, keeping the huge, creamy mounds clamped around his dong as he started to buck his hips, working his dick and fro in the depths of her chasm.  Before long, he was humping away at her gooey rack like his life depended on it; the Latin hunk slicing his dick between her bulging boobs like a master craftsman, cream spattering over his balls as they slapped against her torso.  Miss Dennings picked up the tube of cream and started spraying, dousing her already greased up melons with further goo, until she must have had half the can squirted across her chest.   

Then, just as Miss Dennings had predicted, Luis’ grip on her pillowy cans started to loosen.  In fact, his hands were slip sliding across her mucky mams like a patch of black ice, his biceps rippling as he tried to hold them together.  But unfortunately for the muscled TA, he was fighting a losing battle.  Even with every sinew in his very large arms putting in a double shift, he was unable to keep Miss Denning’s huge, greasy tits in his grasp.  His hands slipped from her bust in comical style; the big, creamy jugs spilling from his clutches like an outfielder fumbling a catch.  His dick slipped out from between her tits, the oversized member smeared with cream from the tip to the base.

“See,” said Miss Dennings, grinning as she looked out across the class.  “And it looks like I made a bit of a mess of his dick too,” she declared; a statement that was most certainly in the running for understatement of the century.  “I better clean it up.”

Miss Dennings placed her creamy hands on Luis’ hips, leaving white paw marks on his olive skin as she took his dick in her mouth; sucking the sticky wang right down to the hilt in a single motion.  She sucked greedily at the long, thick rod as it pulsed against her tongue, slurping up every ounce of gooey, white cream from the veiny shaft.

“There,” she said as she retrieved it from her maw, the giant dong clutched in her hand, sucked so clean that it practically shone.  “Good as new.  OK, so that’s one way you can do it, girls.  Another is to lay back and let the guy mount you.  Allow me to demonstrate.”

Miss Dennings climbed up onto the desk and laid flat across the surface.  Luis clambered up after her and knelt over her suprine form.  He gripped his weighty pole and slapped it between her tits; the girthy rod smacking against her chest like a slab of meat on a butcher’s worktop.  He took hold of her boobs and wrapped them around his dong; the giant mams sheathing his shaft like buns around a hot dog. 

Luis began to work his hips once more; gripping her creamy jugs as he thrust between them, gaining momentum with every stroke.  Before long, his cock was soaring through her greased up tit tunnel like a flesh locomotive.  His dickhead poked out repeatedly from the tops of her cans; the swollen crown whiter and stickier with cream each time it emerged.

“Then, once your guy’s got a rhythm going, you can suck at the head of his dick as it pokes out from between your boobs.  It’s a lot of fun and will have him shooting one hell of a load when he’s ready to cum.”

Miss Dennings gaped her lips at the opening of her bust; the chesty actress playing Whac-A-Mole with his dick as the bulging head poked out from the snow-white peaks.   

“Talking of cum, there are a number of different ways in which your guy can finish when you’re giving a titfuck.  He can plow away at them until he cums.  You can suck at the head so he goes off in your mouth.  Or, he can pull it out and blow his load all over them.  That’s my personal favourite.  After all, you're jerking him off with your boobs.  It’s only right that he finishes on them, wouldn’t you say?”  She looked up at Luis.  “Ready, baby?”

“Si,” Luis replied, prizing his dong from her creamy rack and giving it a stroke.

*SCHLICK* *SCHLOCK* *SCHLICK* came the sounds as he jerked himself off, his sticky pole twitching in his hands as he aimed it at her tits.

“Mmm, come on, baby!” Miss Dennings purred, gazing up at him with her sapphire blue eyes as she gripped her heaving breasts and gave them a jiggle.  “Hose me down.  Drench my titties in all that gloopy, hot nut!”

Luis’ dick went off on cue, dousing her mucky chest mounds in a further dose of thick, gooey cream; a sloppy wad of rich, potent spunk that splattered across her bust in great ropes and trickled down her weighty cans like off-white wall paint.  He climbed down from the desk and slumped back in Miss Denning’s comfy leather swivel chair, the Hispanic stud looking half-comatose having just expelled what for most folk would have been a week’s build up of boiling seed all over the teacher’s rack.

“And there you have it, ladies,” said Miss Dennings.  “That’s how you give a tittyfuck.  Wow!”  she added, looking down at her cream and cum-slathered breasts.  “I could do with a bit of a spruce up, huh?  Why don’t we head on over to the gym.  We can continue this class in the showers.”

Miss Dennings hopped down from her desk as her students rose from their chairs.  Luis wasn’t sure he had the energy for further demonstration, but the jiggle in the teacher’s big, messy tits as she jumped down the desk drew a stir in his junk that told him otherwise.  He hauled himself up from the chair as quickly as his weary frame would allow, his firm buns leaving two matching creamy ovals on the expensive leather, drops of the sticky goo dripping from his swollen cockhead as he rose to his feet.

“Not you,” said Miss Dennings.  “You look like you could use a break.  But don’t worry, I’ll be back to clean you up after class.”

Disappointed but also a little relieved, Luis slumped back onto the chair, practically sparking straight out as his ass touched the leather.   

“Aww,” Miss Dennnings grinned.  “He’ll sleep well tonight.  Unless I keep him up ‘til the morning, that is,” she added, a devilish thought suddenly sparking in her dirty mind.  “Like I said, my boyfriend’s out with friends.  Follow me, ladies.”

Miss Dennings marched across the room and out the door, her tits flopping about uncontrollably as her students trailed behind.

*

Jordyn Jones bounced a tennis ball several times against the shiny hardwood floor of SVSSG’s state of the art gymnasium.  She raised her arms slowly, arcing her racket out behind her as she prepared to serve; the blonde actress adopting such perfect form it would turn Serena Williams herself green with envy.  She tossed the ball up and drove her racket forward, the plastic strings slicing through the air as it struck the ball, sending a sweetly struck service shot over the net and across the court.

Eugenie Bouchard brought her racket up to return serve, looping the ball high into the air, setting up the perfect smash shot for her younger opponent.  It wasn’t her best return ever and wasn’t intended to be.  After all, the Canadian pro had been hired to coach these young students, not kick their asses up and down the court, which the former Wimbledon finalist undoubtedly could have done without breaking sweat.

Jordyn raced forward as the ball hung invitingly in the air.  Her perky tits jiggled and the crinkled hem of her indecently short white dress whipped up, revealing her bare pussy as she leapt to spike the ball; driving it down into the ground on the other side of the net with little regard for her professional opponent.  Eugenie did her best to return the shot, stretching every sinew in her athletic frame as she vaulted for the high ball; the gorgeous tennis star able to do little more than bat it down harmlessly onto the floor below.  The ball struck the net and rolled to a stop on the wooden floor. 

A ball boy wearing only a pair of sneakers (at 24 years old, 6 ft 5, with a build like an NFL linebacker and skin as dark as coal, he wasn’t actually a ‘boy’ in any way, shape or form) rose from his knelt stance at the side of the court and darted across the floor, his long, flaccid cock flopping about every which way as he sprinted for the stray ball.  He gathered the fibrous green orb and rushed back to the side of the court, the tip of his huge black dong trailing almost down to the floor as he returned to his previous position. 

“Good shot, Jordyn,” said Eugenie.  “Your overheads are really coming along.”

“Thanks, Coach,” Jordyn replied, hopping in her pristine white sneakers like a lightweight boxer as she prepared for her opponent’s serve.

Coach Bouchard slid a hand under the hem of her dress, revealing that she too was wearing no underwear as she fetched a spare ball from the interior pocket.  She bounced the ball against the floor as she readied a serve of her own, the tennis pro fighting the urge to release a bullet of a shot that would catch fire in midair and burn straight through her opponent's racket, as she adopted the familiar stance.

She was just about to toss the ball into the air when the door at the back of the hall swung open.  Coach Bouchard and her students spun around en masse, looking over at the entrance as Miss Dennings and her second year pupils came marching into the sports hall. 

“Hi, Coach,” she said, bounding across the courts half naked, her ample bosom still covered with a cocktail of semen and cream.

“Morning, Miss Dennings.  What can I do for you?”

“We’re going to go use the shower room, if that’s OK,” said Miss Dennings, standing at the side of the court beside the naked ball boy.

“Certainly,” Coach Bouchard replied.  “We won’t be done here for another hour yet, so it’s all yours.”

“Thank you.  And would you mind if I borrowed this young man?”  Miss Dennings placed a hand on the ball boy’s shoulder.  She peered down at his long black cock, now starting to stiffen upon sight of her creamy frame.  “I’m doing a demo I think he would be perfect for.”

“Go right ahead, Miss Dennings,” Coach Bouchard replied.  “I’ve got plenty of spares so I’ll be fine without him,” she added, gesturing across to a bench of equally muscular, equally well hung ball boys just sitting there, waiting to be summoned. 

“So I see,” said Miss Dennings, looking across at the bench of studs.  “I might have to start playing tennis!”  There was a collective bulging of eyes and stiffening of dicks across the wooden bench as the ball boys pictured the brunette’s giant mounds bouncing and jiggling about as she raced across court.  She patted the young black man on the shoulder.  “Come with me.”

The ball boy leapt to his feet, following Miss Dennings and her class across the hall.   

“Right,” said Couch Bouchard, “where were we?”

“30-love,” Jordyn replied, readying herself for the next point.

“Oh, yes.”  Couch Bouchard looked back at her remaining ball boys, her gaze fixed on a handsome, young brown-haired stud, his long, flaccid cock and giant, weighty balls dangling over the edge of the bench and halfway to the floor.  “Ryan, new balls, please.”

*

The locker room door opened and Miss Dennings, her students and her borrowed stud filed inside, heading straight for the large shower area at the far end. 

“OK, you girls wait there while I clean myself up,” the teacher announced.

Miss Dennings stepped under one of the shower heads and turned the nozzle, warm water spurting from above and soaking her creamy frame.  She fetched a bottle of shower gel and squeezed a hearty dose into her hand.  She rubbed her hands together, sudding them nicely before guiding them over her breasts.  The busty actress looked like a siren on some faraway island, cleansing herself under the cascade of a waterfall.  The water streamed over her thick, voluptuous body, wet locks of jet black hair falling down her back as she sudded her enormous breasts.

“Hmm,” she said, looking down at her body, only half clean despite a pawful of soap and a good amount of exertion on her part.  “That cream really did go everywhere, didn’t it?  I could use a second pair of hands.”  She looked at Natalie Alyn Lind.  “Blondie, lose those clothes and come join me.”

Natalie did as instructed; the buxom blonde pulling her cardigan and blouse up over her head in one fell swoop, her own set of giant chest mounds spilling out and hanging free as she did so.

“Damn, girl!” Miss Dennings exclaimed as Natalie removed her remaining attire.  “They look even better out in the open!”  Natalie joined her teacher in the shower.  “What’s your name, honey?”

“Natalie.”

“Well, Natalie, I’m expecting big things from you in this class with a rack like this,” Miss Dennings declared, reaching up and giving one of her student’s breasts a squeeze.  “Anything less than an A and you’ll have me to answer to, OK?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Glad you understand.  Clean me up, will you, sweetie.”

Natalie squeezed a helping of shower gel into her hands and put them to her teacher’s chest, soaping up her weighty cans until they were coated with frothy white suds.  Miss Dennings returned the favour, and though Natalie’s tits didn’t have a mark on them, the chesty teacher gave the big, heavy breasts a thorough cleanse all the same.  By now, every watching party was utterly transfixed, and nobody more so than the black ball boy, his long chocolate rod growing and stiffening as he watched the two busty women wash each other. 

“Hmm,” Miss Dennings grinned, spotting the stir in the young man’s groin (no surprise, since it would take the combined impairment of Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles and Helen Keller to possibly miss it), “looks like someone wants to join us.  In you come, handsome,” she added, beckoning him with a painted finger. 

The ball boy stepped forward, his thick, half-hard cock swinging like Foucault’s pendulum as he approached. 

“Name, baby?” asked Miss Dennings.

“Darius.”

“On your knees, Darius.”

Darius dropped to his knees under the shower head, the powerful torrent of water raining down onto his nappy hair.

“Ready, honey?” asked Miss Dennings, looking across at Natalie, the cupping of her huge breasts a clear indicator of what was coming next.

“Yes, Miss Dennings,” Natalie replied, supporting her ample mounds in a similar fashion.

Then, without prior warning, the pair lunged forward, squishing Darius’ head between their twin pairs of fat, soapy tits; the dark-skinned stud the meaty filling in a buxom sandwich as they smothered him with their racks. 

“Hmm, I think he likes that,” Miss Dennings declared, looking down at his crotch as his long black cock rose to full mast.   

That was putting it lightly.  In fact, the young ball boy was having a whale of a time, wedged so firmly between two sets of giant white tits that he couldn’t have escaped for all the tea in China.  Natalie and Miss Denning’s breasts pressed together, suffocating Darius half to death as they smooshed and squished them in his face; the handsome black man buried so fully between their collective busts, it would take a team of Amazonian explorers to rescue him. 

“I think we could do with a little more soap,” the teacher suggested.  “What do you think, Natalie?”

“I think so too, Miss Dennings.”

Miss Dennings fetched the bottle of shower gel once more and gave it another squeeze.  This time the sweet fluid oozed from the bottle in a long drip; the blue gel landing in a thick glob atop Darius’ head.  Natalie and Miss Dennings smooshed their chests harder into Darius’ dome, the shower gel foaming in his hair and across his face as they cocooned him with their tits.  Shower gel stung his eyes but he didn’t care.  In fact, the young man was so enraptured by the women’s breasts, someone could have been pouring hydrofluoric acid directly into his sockets and he wouldn’t have batted an eye. 
 
Finally, and much to Darius’ chagrin, Natalie and Miss Dennings let him up for air, his dark face turned white with foam as they released him from their clutches.  But his disappointment was short lived, and no sooner had the buxom pair freed him from their grasp, had they moved onto the main event. 

“Up you come,” Miss Dennings instructed, she and Natalie dropping to their knees as he stood.  “Now, class, shower gel is a more traditional form of lubricant than whipped cream, and a freakin’ fun one at that.  I love giving tittyfucks in the shower.  And sucking dick in the shower.  And fucking in the shower.  And out of the shower.  I just love sex, OK?  Right, let’s get to it.  Natalie, wrap your tits around that cock.”

Natalie did as directed, gripping Darius’ wang and feeding it between her cans; the chesty blonde practically engulfing the entire thing as she swathed it with her bust.   

“Now work ‘em up and down the shaft, honey.  Just like I showed you.”

Natalie guided her tits up and down Darius’ rod, the soft, pillowy pair roaming along his thick black dong from tip to base, massaging and caressing every nerve and fibre along the way.

“The problem with tittyfucking in the shower is you can’t suck at the head while you’re doing it,” Miss Dennings declared.  “Not if you don’t want a mouthful of soap, anyway.  But, hey, it’s still fun.  Right, Natalie?”

“Mmhmm,” Natalie agreed as she hopped and bounced on the wet shower floor; the chesty blonde gripping her big, soapy boobs as hard as he could as she worked them up and down his pole.

She could feel Darius’ girthy rod throb between her cans as she beat him off; the giant member seeming to twitch and pulse more violently with every pass she took.  By now, the remaining students were looking on at their buxom classmate with a palpable jealousy.  In part due to the huge, thick cock sandwiched between her tits, but also because God and the wonder of genetics had gifted her with such a huge, heaving rack in the first place.

Miss Dennings was knelt at her side, squeezing out ounce after ounce of shower gel onto her student’s already soaped up bust until she’d drained almost the entire bottle.  By this stage, Natalie’s classmates were pushing their own barely covered, cotton blouse-clad tits together to see if a dick would fit between them after all, while others were desperately googling LA plastic surgeons to get the definitive lowdown on breast enhancement surgery.

Darius started to thrust up into Natalie’s rack; the dark-skinned stud sawing his dick between her foamy flesh globes like he was slicing through a 2X4, his large, swollen head poking out and prodding her in the throat with each pass.   His dick was throbbing away like nobody’s business as it sawed between her rack.  With the entire bottle of shower gel now dousing Natalie’s tits, Miss Dennings threw the empty vessel over her shoulder, allowing the torrent of water to rinse away the suds.

“You gonna cum for me, honey?” she asked, looking up at Darius as he plowed her student’s mounds.

“Uh huh,” he just about managed in response; the usually handsome man looking like he was chewing his way through a batch of stinging nettles as he pumped away at Natalie’s tits.

“Mmm, do it, baby,” Miss Dennings purred.  “Fuck those big, fat titties ‘til you blow your load all over them!”

Darius was way ahead of her; the black ball boy already drilling Natalie’s pillowy rack like a man possessed; his dick pulsing and pumping, twitching and throbbing, pounding away like an athlete’s ticker until…

“UUURRRGGGHHH!!!”  he bellowed, a harsh, throaty roar that carried out onto the tennis courts and beyond as his dick exploded; a thick blast of gloopy, warm seed spouting from his tip.

Streaks of gooey seed spattered across Natalie’s throat and chin, while more of the off-white ropes rained back down over her bust like a semen tsunami, drenching her bronzed cans in an unholy amount of sticky, hot nut. 

“Damn!”  Miss Dennings exclaimed.  “You’re a first learner, girl!  Keep that up and you’re a shoo-in for that A!  Now, come here and let me clean you up.”

She put her mouth to Natalie’s chest, licking the cum from her tits, her neck and right up to her chin.  Then she met her for a kiss; student and teacher swapping the spunk back and forth before swallowing it down.  Natalie fetched a towel from a nearby bench and got to drying herself.  Miss Dennings turned off the shower and it trickled to a stop.   

“Well, I hope you learned something today, girls,” she said, looking across at her remaining students.  “This will be a very enriching class for you, whether you have big titties or small.  And besides, who’s to say you won’t obtain a little boost in the chest department somewhere along the line?  This is LA, after all.  I’m not a big fan of fake tits but, hey, they’re your bodies.  You can do what you want with them, right?  In fact, why don’t you go do some things with them right now.  I’m sure Coach Bouchard would spare another ball boy or two if you ask her nice enough.  Run along, girls.  Me and Darius have gotta towel off.”

The girls headed for the door, filing out of the locker room and back out into the gym.  Darius strolled across the room and picked up a towel; the dark-skinned stud about to wrap it around his muscled frame when Miss Dennings’ sharp voice halted him in his tracks.

“Hey!  Where do you think you’re going?” she barked over the pitter patter of falling water as the shower started up once more.  “I’m not done with you yet!”

*

Alexa Bliss pushed open the door to the SVSSG gym locker room and strolled inside, taking a moment to survey her surroundings before she addressed her students.  And, really, who could blame her?  After all, the scene in the girls’ changing room looked like the opening shot of a porno movie; a sight so alluring and downright hardon-inducing that the folks at Vivid Video couldn’t have done better themselves.  Indeed, Coach Bliss’ second year students were poised in various states of undress throughout the large room, giggling and gossiping amongst themselves as they changed from their skimpy school uniform and into even skimpier lycra leotards; garments so revealing they made the average Victoria’s Secret ensemble look like Alpine ski wear. 

“Afternoon, ladies,” called Coach Bliss over the excited jabbering of her students.

The natter ceased as she uttered the first syllable; and upon sight of the buxom blonde wrestling coach it was immediately clear why.  In fact, the WWE starlet sported a look that could have stopped a herd of stampeding wildebeest in its tracks.  Her beauty was eye-popping, her makeup on point, her revealing getup a veritable what’s what of flesh-baring scantitude.  Expensive Adidas sneakers?  Check.  Knee high black tube socks?  Check.  Black short shorts wedged so far up her backside it looked like she’d had a run in with a schoolyard bully?  Check.  Black and white striped ref’s jersey, cropped just below the chest and showcasing a surgically enhanced cleavage so deep and cavernous it could put the Rio Grande to shame?  Check and mate.       

“I’m Coach Bliss and welcome to Wrestling 201.  Now, I’m sure you girls would rather be prepping for an additional session of Vaginal 201 right about now, and with the wealth of studs roaming the halls at this school, I can’t say I blame you.  But, as I’m sure Coach Bouchard informed you in the tennis classes you took last year, staying in shape is a vital component of maintaining a healthy sex life.  That’s right, girls.  Keeping fit will allow you to fuck for longer, mould those bodies into increasingly more exotic positions, ride those TA’s dicks with greater skill and ferocity, and look freakin’ awesome while you do it!

“That’s why Principal Vergara has enlisted the services of some of the sexiest, most successful women in the world of sports to ensure that you ladies are using those tight, little bodies of yours to their full potential.  And as a Women’s Tag Team champion, two time SmackDown Women’s champion, three time Raw Women’s champion and, let’s face it, general all around hottie,” she said, fluttering her mascara-laden lashes and running her fingers through her pink-tipped golden hair, “there is no-one better than me to teach this class today.  Come with me and we’ll get started.”

Coach Bliss led her students to the wrestling area on the far side of the gym; the celebrity scholars gathering before the fair-haired wrestling pro as the class got underway.

“OK, girls, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, the setup we’ll be working with today is markedly different to any you might have seen in WWE.”

The girls looked at one another and shrugged, not one of the A-list students appearing to have even the slightest insight into the world of wrestling.  But to anyone well-versed in the realm of professional grappling, the layout of the gym’s wrestling quarters would have made for a curious sight at best.  Indeed, the area bore little resemblance to any kind of wrestling setup (for either the Greco-Roman kind or the pantomime kind) known to man. 

There was no ring, no ropes, no turnbuckles, no thick red circles on the floor.  In fact, the area consisted of little more than a large blue plastic sheet, laid over a shock-absorbing rubber mat.  And, perhaps most curiously of all, the perimeter was lined by numerous bottles of what appeared to be some kind of oil. 

“Form a circle, please, girls,” Coach Bliss announced.  Her students did as instructed, fanning out into a ring around the edges of the mat.  “So, I’ll start by showing you girls some moves.  Can I get a volunteer, please?”   

The girls exchanged sheepish glances.  The prospect of being bent out of shape and twisted to near snapping point by a professional wrestler didn’t exactly fill them with joy, no matter how enjoyable interlocking with her toned, buxom body might have been.  Their hands stayed at their sides.

“Nobody?  Am I gonna have to pick someone?”

Still no takers.

“OK, you.”  She pointed at Camren Bicondova.  “Come with me.”

Camren gulped nervously as Coach Bliss took her by the hand; the WWE starlet fetching a bottle of oil as she led her to the centre of the mat.

“What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Camren.”

“OK, Camren, let’s start by getting you greased up.”

She flicked the cap off the bottle and gave it a squeeze, spurting the slick oil over Camren’s body.  By the time she was done, the brown-haired sophomore was lubed up from her shoulders to her feet, her already snug-fitting leotard now wet through and clinging to her slender form like an overbearing boyfriend, every inch of her creamy white skin shining like polished brassware. 

Coach Bliss tied her glossy blonde hair into a bun before turning the bottle on herself, dousing her own muscled frame in oodles of grease, just as she had with her student’s before her.  Before long, she’d voided the entire bottle; the busty wrestling coach slathering herself in the stuff and paying particular attention to her chasm-like cleavage, her now sodden ref’s top hugging her chest so tightly that little puddles of oil were pooling between her cans. 

“OK, I’d say we’re ready,” she grinned.  “So, the way to start a bout is to get a good hold on your opponent.  It’s a little tricky when you’re covered in oil, but this is how it’s done.”  She looked at Camren.  “Follow my lead, OK, sweetie?”

Coach Bliss locked onto her student’s frame like a two person rugby scrum, their greased up bodies slip sliding across one another, Camren mirroring her actions to a tee as they gripped each other tightly.

“Then, when you’ve got your opponent in a firm grip, give her a good grappling.  You want to wear her down nicely before you go in for that takedown.”

Camren fought against Coach Bliss’ toned form a best as she could, but even with the WWE starlet using but one tenth of her brawn and world class wrestling ability, the coach was able to tackle her brown-haired student with ease, gripping her around the midriff and taking her down without breaking sweat. 

“So, when you’ve got your opponent on the ground, you have to pin her to the mat for three seconds,” said Coach Bliss.  Camren struggled against her hold as she explained, but the wrestling pro was able to keep her in place with minimal effort.  “Do so successfully and you’ve won the bout.  These are some of my favourite pins.  Some are established wrestling moves, while others are of my own creation.”

Coach Bliss gripped Camren’s left leg and turned onto her side, sliding up between her splayed thighs and locking her in place, their greased up pussies rubbing together as she pinned her to the mat in a tribbing stance. 

“This one I like to call the scissor pin, because...well, it’s pretty self explanatory really,” she explained, locking her legs around her student’s torso with such force that it would’ve taken the might of an Olympic weightlifter to prize her free.

“OK, here’s another.  I call this one the reverse face sit.”

Coach Bliss demonstrated, holding Camren in place as she spun around on the mat, setting her slick groin down on her student’s face as she straddled her in the reverse cowgirl position.

“Pin her arms to the mat so she can’t break free,” said Coach Bliss, holding Camren’s wrists firmly against the oily ground; the wrestling pro perched atop her opponent's face like a queen atop her throne.

“OK, I think we’ve put Camren through enough torture for one day,” she added, the brunette gasping for air as the buxom coach released her from her grip. 

Coach Bliss stood and helped Camren to her feet.  “You OK, sweetie?”

“Yes...uhh…yes, Coach Bliss,” Camren replied, punctuating her response with sharp intakes of breath. 

“How about a hand for Camren, ladies.”

The girls clapped as Camren hobbled to the sidelines, the sophomore student doing her best to mask her gingerly gait as she returned to the edge of the mat.

“OK, another volunteer, please.”

After seeing the punishment their classmate had just taken, the celebrity coeds were even less eager to offer themselves up as their coach’s tackling dummy than they had been initially. 

“Still no-one, huh?  OK, you.”  She pointed at Joey King.  “Name?”

“Joey.”

“Come here, Joey.” 

Joey approached tentatively from the edge of the mat. 

“Don’t worry, sweetie.  I’ll go easy on you,” said Coach Bliss, soothing Joey’s fears a grand total of 0%, as she doused her petite frame in oil.  “Right, who wants to see some more pins?”

The remaining students raised their hands enthusiastically; the young girls giving little thought to their classmate’s wellbeing as they thrust their manicured paws into the air.  Coach Bliss lunged at Joey without a single word of warning, taking her to ground without breaking sweat. 

“OK, so we’ve seen the reverse face sit.  Now let’s take a look at the regular version.”

Coach Bliss straddled Joey in the cowgirl stance; the WWE star nearly smothering her student to death as she sat on her pretty face.

“She’s pinned good, huh?” Coach Bliss grinned.  “Grip her legs too, and she won’t be able to move a muscle.”

She demonstrated, reaching back and wrapping her arms around Joey’s thighs; the busty coach holding her student in a grip so firm, Hulk Hogan himself couldn’t have broken free from it.

“OK, I’ve got one more pin to show you, ladies,” said Coach Bliss.  “This one I like to call the pinback.  It wouldn’t be recognised in professional wrestling as my opponent’s back doesn’t touch the floor but, as I’m sure you girls have noticed, this isn’t professional wrestling.  We’re both covered in oil for one thing.  OK, here it is.”

She gripped Joey by the ankles and pushed them right back until her dainty feet were level with her head; the sophomore’s shapely ass thrusting into mid-air as she did so.  She pinned her wrists to the mat, holding her legs in place now that her ankles were tucked beneath her shoulders. 

“So, when you’ve got your opponent in this position she shouldn’t put up much of a fight.  But if she does, here’s a little trick that oughta disarm her quick smart.”

Coach Bliss stuck her face in Joey’s suspended crotch and tongued at her pussy through her wet leotard.  Sure enough, the small degree of resistance Joey put up was quickly rescinded; the brown-haired beauty entirely at her coach’s mercy as she pinned her supple body to the mat. 

“OK,” said Coach Bliss, finally releasing Joey from her clutches, “I think that’s enough moves for today.  Why don’t you girls show me what you’ve learned.  Camren.”

Camren returned to the centre of the mat and stood beside Joey. 

“Right, girls, let’s see what you’ve got.  First one to pin their opponent is the victor.  Ready?”

“Yes, Coach Bliss,” the girls chimed.

“Wait,” said the coach.  “Where’s my ring girl?  Ah, there she is,” she added as Natalie Alyn Lind approached from across the gym; her buxom figure squeezed into a string bikini that was at least two sizes too small.

Natalie crossed the mat from one side to the other, walking gingerly to avoid slipping in the volumes of oil that coated the plastic sheeting.  A sign reading Round 1 was raised above her head; the chesty blonde striking all manner of model-worthy poses as she paraded across the mat to rapturous applause from her watching classmates. 

“OK, girls, shake hands and let’s begin,” said Coach Bliss.

The girls shook their dainty paws and the bout was underway.  This particular matchup was a lot more even strengthed than the first two and as such it took a little while to get going; both of the greased up fighters dancing around the mat as much as the oil-slicked surface would allow while they sized each other up. 

“Come on, girls.  Get stuck in!” Coach Bliss encouraged, their fellow students roaring from the sidelines in response. 

Finally, Joey went in for a tackle, Camren repelling the advance with the force of her athletic frame. 

“Nice defense, Camren,” clapped Coach Bliss.  “Hold that ground, girl.”

The pair grappled one another like rutting stags, Joey still reeling from her failed takedown attempt, when Camren returned fire; the actress wrapping her arms around her opponent’s torso and wrestling her to the ground.  Camren landed on top of Joey on the mat; their oily bodies slip-sliding across one another as they tussled on the greased up floor.

“Hmm, I think it’s getting a little dry in there.  Don’t you, ladies?” 

“YEAH!” the girls cheered in unison, some with bottles of oil prepped and ready to squirt.

Coach Bliss grinned.  “OK, ladies, you know what to do.”

The girls squeezed at the bottles of oil every which way around the circle; dousing the wrestling mat and the two fighters in further sprays of slippery, wet grease.  By now, the girls were sliding across the plastic sheet like Bambi on ice, Natalie and Coach Bliss also struggling to retain their footing as the mat was drenched in oodles of greasy lube.  Camren and Joey struggled against one another, both girls attempting to trap their opponent in one of Coach Bliss’ signature pins, only to see her oiled up frame slip from their grasp like a wet fish. 

Finally, and after numerous unsuccessful attempts from both parties, Camren managed to pin Joey with the reverse face sit; the actress pinning her fellow brunette’s arms to the floor just as her coach had shown her, as she perched on her gorgeous face.

“Ooh, looks like we have a pin, ladies!” Coach Bliss exclaimed.  “Remember, Camren, you gotta keep her like that for three seconds.”  She dropped to her knees and began to count off, slapping the padded floor with her hand as she did so.  “3…”

Joey fought against Camren’s grip, kicking her legs furiously in an effort to free herself.  Though while her flailing limbs did little to combat her opponent’s hold, they did catch the feet of a passing Natalie.  The force of the kick, combined with the slickness of the oiled up floor sent the buxom blonde tumbling to the mat in true slapstick fashion, her huge boobs spilling from her bikini top as she hit the deck.

“2…”

Joey continued to struggle, and while her efforts had thus far been to little avail, she did have one final trick left up her sleeve.  The trick was what wrestling aficionados might have termed ‘underhand’, but desperate times called for desperate measures and with the brunette one strike of the padded floor away from defeat, she saw little choice but to employ it.  Without delay she shot out her tongue, lapping wildly at her competitor’s pussy through the thin, wet fabric of her leotard.  The trick, dirty though it may have been, worked like a charm and as Joey tongued away at Camren’s slick pussy, the grip on her wrists started to loosen, allowing the brown-haired beauty to break free from her opponent’s clutches at the very last second.

“Oh, wow!” Coach Bliss gushed.  “Good save, Joey!”

Joey and Camren continued to grapple, their leotards so soaked through you could see their areolas and the slits of their vaginas through the sodden fabric.  Joey, now on top, managed to pin Camren’s legs to the deck, the brunette sliding between her thighs as she locked her in a scissor pin.  Coach Bliss, still on the mat, from her previous count off, started to pound the deck once more.

“3...2…”

But after her opponent’s use of underhand tactics, Camren certainly wasn’t above a little retaliation.  As Joey trapped her in the forceful pin, Camren started to grind against her crotch, loosening her opponent’s grip on her body in much the same way as she had to her. 

“Argh!  You bitch!” Joey growled, incensed by Camren’s dirty play.

This time, however, instead of attempting to pin her opponent once more, Joey simply returned fire; the gorgeous brunette bucking and writhing against her competitor's groin with equal vigour.  By now, the scene looked less like a wrestling match and more like the set of porno; the two supposed opponent’s grinding away at one another like bitches in heat, their perky tits jiggling, their pussies leaking like sieves as they tribbed violently on the oily mat. 

And it wasn’t long before the spectators and even Coach Bliss herself were joining in too.  The horny students and their buxom coach sliding across the lubed up floor and surrounding the two fighters from every angle, engaging in all manner of all-girl antics as a greased up girl on girl orgy quickly ensued.  Katelyn Nacon and Kiernan Shipka were 69ing.  Sarina Carpenter went down on Natalie Alyn Lind.  Bailee Madison strummed Coach Bliss’ clit until she came; the chesty blonde drenching the already sodden wet mat and her rutting sophomore students in a torrent of sizzling squirt juice, the girls giving a whole new meaning to the term Royal Rumble as they licked and lapped, frigged and frapped one another to countless thunderous orgasms.

This went on for some time, until finally, several hours after the ring of the school bell, the last climax was achieved, the final blast of girlcum shot.  Coach Bliss and her second year students were sprawled out across the greasy mat, cuddled up together in a tangled mass of naked bodies, sopping wet hair and slick, oily flesh.

“Wow!  Wrestling is awesome!” Joey King exclaimed, Madison Beer’s lubed up frame cradled in her slender arms.

“Yeah!” Camren Bicondova agreed.  “I might have to start watching WWE if it’s anything like that!”

Her classmates laughed.

“Like that, did you, girls?” chuckled Coach Bliss.  “Well, let me tell you, ladies, that was only the beginning.  What ‘til you see what I’ve got planned for next time!”

End of Chapter 5

[TLMorgan]

  Wow! Hot from start to finish! And I envy Darius getting his head and cock buried between Kat's and Natalie's gorgeous huge racks at the same time and cumming all over beautiful Natalie's tits! 

[Volente]

Kat Dennings covered in whipped cream . . . 

[DarkSwordsman]

Chapter 6

Starring: Ariel Winter, Paris Berelc, Peyton List and Kira Kosarin

Also starring: Elle Fanning, Olivia Holt, Maya Hawke, Maude Apatow, Sydney Sweeney and Amandla Stenberg

With: Amy Adams and Brie Larson

Friday, July 24th, 2020

Amy Adams opened the door to her Room 69K and stepped inside.  The room was already half full, as it often was upon her arrival.  Miss Adams had been teaching Anal 301 to her third year students since the start of the month, and it had taken the redheaded actress less than half a session to learn that her class of seniors were spilt into two distinct groups. 

The first group, which Miss Adams had referred to as her ‘good’ students (a relative term, considering the stories she’d heard of them blowing every member of campus security in a single evening) were the ones already sat at their desks, beaming smiles at her as she arrived.  They were Elle Fanning, Ariel Winter, Olivia Holt, Maya Hawke and Maude Apatow; every one of them prime specimens of the archetypal schoolgirl. Hair neatly brushed. Ties done up to 11. Standard issue white socks pulled up to the knee. The bottom curves of their asses barely visible under the hems of the skirts. 

They rarely spoke out of turn, never answered back and were first to answer every question; their manicured fingers reaching for the ceiling with ardent enthusiasm at each inquiry.  Their homework was always on time and of the highest quality, the young ladies boasting GPAs that, in another lifetime, could have seen them top of the class at Harvard or Princeton.  Apple polishings were a regularity, and Miss Adams often found her desk ornamented with an array of different gits; from batches of freshly baked cookies (penis shaped, of course) to invites to their dorm rooms for a spot of one on one tutoring. 

“Hi, Miss Adams,” they chimed in flawless unison, flashing smiles so wide and toothy, they nearly blinded her with their sparkling veneers.

“Morning, girls,” Miss Adams replied, taking a seat at her desk in wait of her remaining students.

The customary ten minutes after the ring of the school bell, the stragglers finally arrived in their usual boisterous manner; the door nearly flying clean off its hinges as they barged their way into the classroom.  This second band of A-list students; Sydney Sweeney, Kira Kosarin, Peyton List, Paris Berelc and Amandla Stenberg, were about as far a cry from the first in both appearance and behaviour as was possible to imagine. Miss Adams had dubbed them her ‘bad’ students and after one look at the celebrity seniors it was clear to see why. 

Their ties hung loosely around their necks, their scarcely buttoned blouses showcasing cleavages of every depth, size and skin tone.  Their skirts were so short that they wrapped around their waists like plaid cotton belts. Their white socks had been exchanged for knee high garments of every colour of the rainbow and every imaginable design.  And when they took to their seats they’d do so as they did every day; blowing pink bubbles with their gum, painting their nails or tapping away at cell phones, ready to dip into their Rolodex of ridiculous excuses for their missing homework.   

“Yo, teach’,” said Kira, pointing a painted finger at Miss Adams and flashing her a wink as she passed.

“Ladies,” said Miss Adams.  “Late again, I see.”

“Sorry, Miss A,” Sydney replied.  “We got a little caught up in the showers this morning.  Didn’t we, girls?”

Her friends giggled and murmured in agreement as they took their seats.  Elle, clearly unimpressed by her classmates’ tardiness and typically feeble excuse, tutted loudly, rolling her pretty blue eyes at their discourtesy and lack of respect.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Elle,” Sydney retorted, “but we don’t all start the day with yoga and muesli, like you.  Some of us like to have a little fun first thing in the morning.”

Elle looked back at Sydney, the buxom blonde smirking with pride at her witty putdown.

“Well, maybe you should’ve spent a little less time having fun, “ she did air quotes, “in the shower, and a little more time washing your hair.  I can see the grease from here.”

Elle turned back to the front of the class, grinning from ear to ear like she’d just delivered the slam of the century.

“OK, girls.  That’s enough,” Miss Adams cut in.  “This class has been held up enough already.  So, you know what today is, don’t you, girls?”  There were excited murmurs across the room. “Yep, after weeks of prepping those cute little asses of yours, it’s about time we put them to use.  I trust you all brought your buttplugs, like I asked.”

“Yes, Miss Adams,” the ‘good’ girls chorused in response, reaching into their backpacks and producing cone shaped marital aids of every size, girth and colour.

Spotting no such movement from the back row, Miss Adams addressed her ‘bad’ students; the redheaded beauty questioning them in her usual ready to scorn manner.  “No toys, ladies? Why am I not surprised?”

“Cool your boots, Miss A,” Peyton replied.  “We’ve got ‘em.”

“Yeah, you could say we came extra prepared for today’s class,” Paris added, every passing syllable more suggestive than the last.

Realising there was only one place her students could be keeping their chosen toys, Miss Adams quickly put two and two together.  “I see,” she grinned. “Well, since you ladies are such experts on the subject, why don’t you come and help me demo some of these toys for the rest of the class?” 

She reached under her desk and produced a large plastic tub that was literally brimming with marital aids, some sporting girth that made their boyfriends’ endowments look like a pack of cocktail weenies.

“Amandla, up you come, honey.”

Amandla Stenberg got up from her seat and joined the teacher at the front of the class.

“OK, let’s see what you’ve brought along today,” said Miss Adams.  “Turn around for me, sweetie, and whip up that skirt.”

Amandla did as instructed.  She span around and flashed her ass, revealing that she did indeed have the stem of a pink buttplug poking out from between her chocolate orbs. 

“Oooh!  A nice little pink one.  How does it feel in there, sweetie?  Nice and snug?”

“Yes, Miss A.”

“Hmm, let’s take a peak, shall we.”

Miss Adams squatted down beside her student and pulled at the stem of the buttplug. 

“Oh, yes.  Very tight,” she declared, as Amandla’s snug brown asshole stretched slowly around the girth of the toy, the auburn starlet having to apply a good deal of exertion to wrench it from her rear.

Finally, it popped free, Amandla’s sphincter quickly returning to its original aperture.  A sticky sheen of ass juice coated the plastic toy and Miss Adams fed it between her lips, tasting her student’s fluids as she sucked it clean.

“Mmm!  Yummy,” she purred, licking her lips as she savoured the sweet taste.  “OK, let’s pop this back in. Spread that ass for me, sweetie.”

Amandla reached back and prized her butt cheeks apart, her rim splitting open enticingly as she did so. 

“So, it’s very important that you use some form of lube when putting things in your ass,” said Miss Adams, turning to face the class.  “Be it a store bought lubricant or something else. This toy’s only small so I think a little saliva oughta do the trick.”

She sunk the buttplug between her lips once more, this time drooling over the plastic toy and leaving thick trails of saliva trickling down its span as she retrieved it. 

“Couldn’t hurt to add a little to the point of entry as well,” she added, sticking out her tongue and lapping at Amandla’s asshole.

Miss Adams pressed the tip up against Amandla’s puckered anus and fed it inside, the toy sliding in with little difficulty thanks to the volumes of spittle coating the shaft.

“OK, thank you, Amandla.  You can return to your seat.”

Amandla lowered her skirt and strolled across the room, her bright pink buttplug lodged in her rectum as she returned to her desk.

“Right, who wants to try some more toys?” asked Miss Adams, hands shooting up in all directions in response.  “Maya, come here, sweetie.”

Maya Hawke hopped up from her seat, an impossibly girthy black buttplug grasped in her dainty hand as she crossed the room.

“Damn, girl!” Miss Adams exclaimed.  “I thought you were supposed to be one of the good ones!”

The students laughed.  Maya popped a lengthy nailed finger between her teeth and batted her lengthy eyelashes; a display of innocence so convincing that, if not for the giant sextoy clutched in her hands, could have fooled even the very sternest of police interrogators.

“You better bend over the desk, honey.  I think you’re gonna want something to cling onto if I’m sticking that thing up your butt!”

More laughter.  Maya handed the buttplug to Miss Adams and assumed the position; legs spread apart as she leaned over the teacher’s desk. 

“OK, so we’re definitely gonna need some lube for this one.”

That was putting it lightly.  In fact, Miss Adams wasn’t sure there was enough grease on the planet to fit the large black toy in any asshole, much less one so tight it looked like the eye of a needle would have trouble passing through.  The thick black buttplug was quite possibly the biggest she’d ever seen. Larger than any in the teacher’s extensive collection, and looked to be thicker than a soda can at its girthiest point.

“In fact, I think I better warm you up a little first, sweetie,” she added, setting the buttplug down on the desk for later use.

Miss Adams took a bottle of lube from her box of tricks and squeezed a glob of it onto Maya’s puckered pink rim. 

“The same goes for penetration as well,” she declared.  “If the guy’s dick looks a little daunting, get him to stick a finger or two up there first.  It’ll help loosen you up.”

Miss Adams slipped a finger into Maya’s asshole, guiding it back and forth a few times before adding a second, then a third.  Before long, the brunette’s sphincter was stretched obscenely around her teacher’s probing digits, the stretchy orifice looking more than ready for whatever was to come.       

“There, that oughta do it,” said Miss Adams, retracting her fingers from her student’s rectum and sucking them clean. 

She squeezed a dose of lube onto the buttplug and rubbed it across the shaft.  She aimed the tip at Maya’s asshole and guided it in; the brown-haired senior unleashing a sharp, breathy gasp as the cone-shaped toy invaded her rear.  Miss Adams pushed the buttplug slowly into her student’s rectum, watching as her tight pink anus stretched around its girth. 

“Yowza!  This toy is stretching that asshole good, huh?  How you doing there, Maya?”

“Fine...Miss...Adams,” Maya replied, doing her best to mask the strain in her voice as the girthy toy stretched her sphincter to its limits.

She white-kunckled the edges of the desk, her usually gorgeous features contorting in all manner unsightly ways as the big black buttplug was guided into her rear.  Her asshole stretched around the girthiest point, the brunette chewing on her lower lip like a stick of gum as her snug, little anus sucked the whole thing up. 

“Wowee!” Miss Adams exclaimed, as the massive toy disappeared inside her student’s passage, leaving only the rectangular plastic base poking out between her cheeks.  “Well done, girl. OK, let’s talk about gaping. Stretching your asshole open when having anal sex is a lot of fun, and there’s nothing a guy likes more than pulling his dick out of your butt making it gape like the Black Hole of Calcutta!”

Her students laughed.

“Let’s give it a try.  Pull those cheeks apart for me, sweetie.”

Maya did as directed.  She reached back and gripped her creamy white orbs, stretching them lewdly as her teacher tugged the large buttplug from her rectum. 

“Uhhh!” she groaned as the thickest point was wrenched free, the remaining length slipping out with ease as her asshole gaped open.

“Damn!  That’s one of the best gapes I’ve ever seen!” Miss Adams declared as she peered into Maya’s rear, her sphincter stretched so wide she could practically see into her soul.  “Let’s give it up for Maya, girls.”

Maya’s friends clapped and cheered as she let go of her supple ass cheeks and climbed down from the desk.  Even Sydney and co. found it in themselves to applaud the astonishing feat. 

“OK,” said Miss Adams, “one more toy then onto the main event.” 

She fetched a string of bright red anal beads from the box on her desk and held them aloft. 

“I think I’ll demonstrate this one.  Who wants to push these things up my ass?”

Five hands shot up across the back row in double quick time; the mischievous grins worn by the third year students suggesting that they were seeking to enact a little revenge for the numerous paddlings the redheaded teacher had inflicted upon them over the course of the semester.  As such, Miss Adams turned her attention to the front row and picked one of her students at random. 

“Olivia, come here, please.”

Olivia Holt joined her teacher at the front of the class.

“Now, these beads are very thick so go slowly, OK?” said Miss Adams, as she handed the toy to her student.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Miss Adams unzipped her pencil skirt and tugged it down, thrusting out her shapely MILF ass as she bent over the desk.

“And don’t forget the lube.”

Olivia squeezed a helping of lube from the first ball to the fourth, dousing each of the plastic orbs in turn.  The first bead was about the size of a marble and Olivia pressed it against her teacher’s ring and pushed it inside.  It slipped in with ease and was closely followed by a second and third. By the time the final orb was pressing against her asshole, Miss Adams’ anal cavity was almost packed to capacity. 

The fourth bead was significantly larger than the first three- about the size of a ping pong ball, to be exact- and as such, required a good deal more effort on Olivia’s part to squeeze it into her teacher’s rear.   Miss Adams’ asshole stretched around the orb’s substantial girth, the auburn starlet relaxing her glutes as much as her ardent athleticism would allow. Finally, and after some considerable strain on the part of student and teacher alike, the final bead slipped inside, leaving little more than the looped end of the red string poking out of the actress’ behind as the four plastic balls lodged in her rectum.   

“Wow!” Miss Adams exclaimed.  “That’s a tight fit! The really great thing about anal beads, and butt plugs as well, is that they feel just as good coming back out as they do going in.  Pull those things back out, Olivia. Nice and slow. I want to feel my asshole stretch around their girth.”

Olivia hooked her finger into the looped end of the plastic string and gave it a tug, her teacher’s sphincter stretching around the fourth bead’s monstrous girth, just as it had on the inward journey.  The final orb took some effort to dislodge, but once it did it fired out of Miss Adams’ rectum like a ball from a tennis machine, and it was only the girth of bead number three that stopped the auburn beauty from firing the orb at her watching students like some kind of Far Eastern ping pong trick. 

Miss Adams chuckled.  “Yeah, that can happen!  Now you know why they don’t make singular versions of these things.  If the others weren’t there to stop it, that bead could’ve knocked someone unconscious!”

Olivia pulled at the plastic string once more, and now that the fourth bead had been displaced, the remaining three practically spilled out after it, Miss Adams’ asshole closing back up to its original size in the blink of an eye.  Olivia held the anal beads aloft and Miss Adams turned and gobbled the up; the redheaded actress choking down as many of the large plastic orbs as her gag reflex would permit. 

“OK,” said Miss Adams, returning the beads to her toy collection, “now for the main event.”

Olivia returned to her seat as the classroom door opened; the girls cooing en masse as a handsome, young TA strolled on through.  His dark brown hair had been freshly buzzed, his chiseled features marked by a week’s worth of designer stubble. His torso was almost impossibly muscled and his boxers stretched lewdly from the sheer length of the giant rod protruding from his groin.   

“This is Aaron.  He’ll be assisting with our class today, and let me tell you, ladies, he has the perfect tool for the job.” 

A cocky grin stretched across Aaron’s face as Miss Adams gave her students the rundown of his endowment.

“Nice and long.  Ten inches, right, honey?”  Aaron nodded. “Thick, but not too thick.”

Aaron’s smirk eased slightly.  He didn’t much like it when women spoke even remotely disparagingly about his proudest feature. 

“And equipped with a big pair of balls just waiting to unload in your colon!”

Aaron’s grin returned to its previous glory, his cock seeming to grow even larger upon hearing the gorgeous redheaded MILF speak in such crude terms about the magnificence of his genitals. 

“Let’s take a look, shall we?”

Miss Adams circled around behind her TA and whipped down his undies; his massive rod shooting out as if spring loaded.  The coos grew louder across the room, some of the students even applauding as the mighty flesh beast was released from its cage. 

“See, girls.  What did I tell you?” Miss Adams grinned.  “But the question is, who’s gonna be taking this dick up their ass today?” 

Elle and friends adopted their best pick me, teacher pose; the straight A scholars sitting so bolt upright their backs could have balanced a spirit level.  Even Sydney and co managed to rise slightly from their usual slump, leaving nails half painted and text messages half composed as they sought their teacher’s selection.   

“Hmm, let’s see,” Miss Adams pondered.  “Who’s got the best butt?”

No more needed to be said.  The teacher had barely even finished the question before Sydney Sweeney was up on her feet, huge boobs jiggling as she leapt up from her chair.

“Well, that’s obviously me,” she declared; the buxom blonde not even awaiting Miss Adams’ approval as she marched to the front of the class.  She looked at Aaron. “Hope you’re ready for me, baby. You’re gonna need every inch of that dick to give this juicy ass the pounding it deserves!”

Miss Adams rolled her eyes.  “Sit down, Sydney,” she said, her weary tone suggesting that it was a sentence she was tired of uttering.  “Ariel, up you come, sweetie.”

Sydney was aghast, her pouty pink lips fixed in an O of shock and bewilderment.

“What the fuck?!” she spat.  “Come on, Miss A. I’ve got a better ass than that bitch!  Right, ladies?”

She spun around in her Nikes, looking back at her friends for confirmation.  Some of them mumbled in far from convincing agreement, while others simply looked at the floor in hope of avoiding the question entirely. 

“You fucking little sluts!” Sydney barked, the pretty face glowing red with rage.

“Sydney, I’ve made my choice,” said Miss Adams.  “Ariel will be doing this demo. Sit down right now, or I’ll see to it that no dicks go anywhere near your ass for the rest of the semester!”

Sydney huffed in frustration and returned to her seat, crossing her arms across her ample bosom and pouting like a child who’d spilt their milk.  Ariel Winter stepped out from behind her desk, flashing a triumphant grin at Sydney as she strolled to the front of the class. 

“Ever done anal before, Ariel?” asked Miss Adams.

“No, ma’am.”

“OK, well there’s a first time for everything, right?  Don’t worry, honey. I’ll walk you through it. Lose those clothes for me, please.  Let’s show Aaron what he’s got to work with.”

Ariel removed her tie and unbuttoned her blouse, her magnificent D cup tits spilling out of the flimsy garment like melons from a grocery bag. 

“Wow!” Miss Adams exclaimed.  “Look at those, Aaron! Not only the best ass, but the best set of tittites, as well!”

By this stage Sydney was shaking with rage in her plastic seat; the irate blonde one step away from flipping her desk over and storming out of the room.  Ariel turned to face the class and thrust her ass out, giving the teacher and her assistant a fantastic view of her shapely, round rump as she inched down her skirt.  Before long, she was entirely nude save for the white socks pulled up to her knee and her designer leather flats. 

“OK, Ariel, why don’t you bend over my desk here,” said Miss Adams, patting the freshly buffed surface.

Ariel did as instructed.  She leant over the agarwood desk, peering back at Aaron as she stuck her ass out in all manner of inviting ways.  Without even awaiting the teacher’s cue, Aaron stepped up to the plate; the handsome TA aiming the tip of his mighty wang at Ariel’s pink puckered asshole.

“Woah! Woah! Woah!” Miss Adams yelled from the side of the desk, stopping the young man in his tracks as he began to feed it inside.  “Lube, honey! Lube! I don’t wanna have to take any of my students to the emergency room, thank you very much!”

She fetched the bottle of lube and squeezed some into her hand.

“Here, why don’t I apply it for you.”

She ran her greased up mit along Aaron’s shaft, lubing the thick prong from tip to base until it shone like vintage silverware. 

“Obviously with a dick as big as this, you’re gonna need a lot of lube.  Really slather it on there.  The more, the merrier.”

Miss Adams squeezed a trail of lube across Aaron’s dick and stroked it once more.  The students began to wonder if such an amount of lube was entirely necessary, even for such a large cock, or if their teacher just really liked jerking off her TA.  And if the smouldering looks she gave him as she pulled his pork were anything to go by, they might have been onto something. 

“Err...Miss Adams?” said Ariel, looking back impatiently at her teacher as she stroked Aaron’s rod.

“Whoops!  Sorry, ladies,” said Miss Adams, her vicious pumping coming to an abrupt halt.  “Got a little carried away there!”

Aaron pressed his engorged head against Ariel’s asshole once more; the snug pink ring winking lewdly in anticipation.  He placed a hand on the student’s hip, the other clasped around the base of his dong as he guided it forward.

“MMM!” Ariel exclaimed, her eyes nearly popping out of their skull as the bulging crown pressed against her virgin sphincter and began to split it open.   

“Ariel, you OK there, honey?” asked Miss Adams.

“Mmhmm,” Ariel murmured in response, the busty brunette disguising the look of discomfort etched across her face as best she could, as Aaron’s swollen dickhead slid into her rectum.

Even with the generous helping of lube coating every inch, taking Aaron’s girthy dong up her rear was a challenge of Herculean proportions.  Indeed, the muscled TA had fed little more than the tip of his giant wang inside and already it was stretching her maiden ring to its limits. 

“OK, so the key to taking a cock up your butt, especially one of this size, is to relax those glutes.  I don’t want to go all New Testament on you ladies, but our asses weren’t designed to put things inside, so it’s your body’s natural reaction to repel anything that’s trying to enter.  But if you loosen those muscles as much as you can, then that dick will find its way in there eventually. It can be a little tricky to begin with, especially if your ass is as thick and firm as Ariel’s here, and it will probably hurt a little at first.  But, trust me, ladies, the amount of pleasure you’ll feel from a dick ballsdeep in your ass will be more than worth it.” 

Aaron began to rock back and forth, slowly guiding his dick into Ariel’s rectum inch by inch.  And once his head had slipped inside, he didn’t look back. He began to pick up the pace, the handsome young stud quickly finding his rhythm as he reamed her backdoor; his bulbous, round head tunnelling further into her anal passage with each pass he took.  Before long, he was hitting it nutsdeep; his brawny torso smacking against Ariel’s ass and making the juicy cheeks clap as he drove all ten of his thick, girthy inches into the darkest depths of her insides. By the look on her face, Ariel had long since moved past the pain phase of anal pentration and advanced to the pleasure stage; the actress’ gorgeous features lit up like the Fourth of July as Aaron’s giant wang explored her rear entrance.   

“Damn!” Miss Adams gushed.  “Ballsdeep already! What can I say?  Some women are just naturals, I suppose.  OK, so that was doggy style. Probably the most common position for anal as it’s the easiest one for the guy to find his rhythm, and it gives him the best view of your ass.  Although, reverse cowgirl certainly gives it a run for its money. Let’s take a look at that now. Aaron.”

Aaron prized his dick from Ariel’s asshole and she climbed down from the desk.  The TA went to take her position, when Miss Adams halted him with a grip on his arm. 

“Wait a second, honey.  This would be a good opportunity for a little ass to mouth.”  She squatted before him and took his cock in her hands. “OK, class, ass to mouth, or ATM for short, is exactly what it sounds like- sucking a dick clean after it's been up a butt, yours or someone else's.  It’s particularly fun for threesomes ‘cause you get to taste your girlfriend’s booty right off a big fat rod. And as huge dicks and nice, juicy butts are two of my favourite things, it should go without saying that I love a little ass to mouth!  Just make sure your ass or your friend’s ass is nice and clean, and choke down that prick like there’s no tomorrow!”

Miss Adams parted her lips and took Aaron’s cock inside, swallowing it down to the base right off the bat, and slurping her student’s juices from the shaft. 

“Damn, you’ve got a sweet little asshole, girl!” she declared, looking up at Ariel and licking her full pink lips.  “Right, reverse cowgirl,” she added, looking at Aaron as she patted the surface of her desk.

Aaron climbed up onto the desk and laid out across it, his massive dong protruding from his groin like a skin obelisk. 

“OK, Ariel.  Up you pop.”

Ariel clambered up after him, knelt over his supine form and backed up towards him.  Aaron watched as her thick, round ass edged closer to his crotch; a load so wide it should have been accompanied by the obnoxious beeping of a big rig in reverse.  Aaron gripped his dick at the base and pointed it at her asshole as she perched above his groin, the buxom starlet lowering herself onto it until the bulging head slipped inside. 

“So, reverse cowgirl is one of my favourite positions, because either the girl or the guy can be in control,” Miss Adams explained.  “I think we’ll start with Ariel riding his dick, then Aaron can take over.”

Ariel began to squat atop Aaron’s chiseled frame, the chesty brunette guiding her shapely rear up and down his lengthy wang, gaining momentum and travelling further down the shaft with each pass.  In practically no time at all, Ariel was dropping right down to the base with every motion, her ass smacking against his muscled torso and making the juicy cheeks ripple, her huge tits flopping about like nobody’s business as she rode his massive dong. 

“Damn!” said Miss Adams leaning on the desk and looming over Aaron’s head.  “That’s quite a view, huh, Aaron?”

“Uh huh,” he mumbled in response as he watched Ariel hop and bounce on his dick, the strapping TA nearly put into a trance by the hypnotic rise and fall of her bubble butt.

“Why don’t you take over now, honey.”

Aaron didn’t need a second invitation.  He reached up and gripped Ariel’s ass cheeks; strands of muscular, creamy white flesh spilling through his fingers as he held her in place and began to buck his hips.  He started slowly, but quickly gathered pace, the shredded hunk guiding an additional inch of his meaty wang into her anal passage with each pass, until his bulging cockhead was mining into her darkest recesses with litte restraint. 

“Ugh!  Fuck!” Ariel exclaimed, her curvaceous body trembling from head to foot as no fewer than ten inches of thick, veiny cockmeat bore into her virgin tunnel.

Miss Adams circled around to the front of the desk and stood before her buxom student, looking deep into her nut brown eyes as she was drilled to within an inch of her life.

“That dick feel good in your ass, baby?”

“Yes...uhhh…yes, Miss Adams.”

Ariel leant forward and clasped the edges of the desk, the busty student nearly snapping off chunks of varnished agarwood as she gripped onto it for dear life.  Aaron bucked like a madman from beneath her squatted frame, driving every inch of his colossal rod deep into the rectum with each pass. *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* came the sounds of their bodies clattering together, Ariel’s boobs jiggling and her round cheeks rippling like a choppy sea as his muscled pelvis collided with her ass.
 
“Mmm!  Fuck, that’s hot!” Miss Adams exclaimed, reaching down and rubbing her moist pussy as she watched the two sexy young people bang on her expensive desk.  “Pull that cock out and let me taste it!”

With great reluctance, Aaron slowed his thrusts, then pulled his prong from the vice-like grip of Ariel’s rear.  Miss Adams was on it like a flash, her vibrant red hair spilling across his thighs and torso as she took the giant wang into her mouth, making the entire thing disappear in a single gulp. 

“OK, let’s squeeze in one more position before you blow that load,” said Miss Adams, jerking Aaron’s spit-slicked dong as she came up for air.  “Now, missionary might not be the first position most people think of when they’re having anal sex, but trust me, it’s one of the best. Especially when you’re using a raised surface like this,” she added, patting her varnished desk.  “Ariel, lay down for me, sweetie.”

Aaron and Ariel changed up positions once more.  This time, the busty student laid back across the desk as Aaron stood before it, stroking his rod as he prepared for round three. 

“With a fit body like that, you must be pretty flexible, right, Ariel?” asked Miss Adams.

“Mmhmm.”

“OK, spread those legs open then, honey.  Wide as they’ll go.”

Ariel parted her toned pins until her ankles were up by her ears.  Aaron guided his dickhead back into Ariel’s rear and quickly picked up from where he left off.  Soon, the handsome TA was driving his dong into the depths of her anal cavity once more, his big, heavy balls smacking against the small of her back as he pounded her backdoor. 

“My favourite thing about this position is that it’s great for playing with your pussy while you’re getting fucked,” Miss Adams declared.  “A little clitoral stimulation can really enhance the pleasure of anal sex. And not just for you, but for the guy as well, ‘cause when you rub your clit, your asshole will contract and grip even tighter around his dick.”

Ariel reached down to strum her pulsing bud, and sure enough, Aaron felt her sphincter clenching so snugly around his dong that it almost snapped it clean off! 

“God damn!” Aaron uttered through clenched teeth, the chiseled young stud still pounding away at Ariel’s backside as hard as her ultra-tight anus would allow.

“What’s the matter, honey?” said Miss Adams, in a somewhat mocking tone.  “That asshole getting too tight for ya?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, a little more lube oughta fix that.”

Miss Adams picked up her bottle of lube and squeezed a further dose across Aaron’s shaft and Ariel’s stretched asshole, her TA’s strokes becoming smoother and quickening slightly as she greased his girthy span. 

“This is also a great position for gaping,” Miss Adams declared.  “Ariel, grip those ass cheeks and prize them apart as Aaron pulls his dick out.”

Ariel did as directed; her asshole gaping like a black hole- so large it could suck up the entire Solar System, as Aaron retracted from her rear. 

“Wow!  Another fantastic gape!  You girls are some real anal prodigies, aren’t ya?  OK, Aaron, get your dick back in that ass.”

Aaron aimed his bulging head at Ariel’s gawking sphincter and fed it back inside with ease. 

“Rub that clit some more, Ariel,” Miss Adams instructed.  “Let’s see if we can make that little pussy squirt.”

Ariel returned her fingers to her clit and frigged herself with wild abandon, her fingers mere blurs of pale skin and expensive nail polish as she strummed her pulsing bud.  Miss Adams leaned over her supine form, gripping her ankles and holding her legs apart, staring a hole through her chiseled TA as he pumped her student’s behind.

“Come on, baby!  Fuck that ass!” she growled.  “Make this little bitch squirt like a freakin’ water cannon!”

Aaron drilled away at Ariel’s snug pink rear until she did just that; the chesty senior emitting an almighty shriek as her pussy erupted.  A thunderous gout of sticky, wet girlspunk blasted from her cooze like the Steamboat Geyser, spraying her opposite number with a sluice of lady liquids. 

“Fuck!  That was quite a blast!” Miss Adams gushed.  “OK, big boy, now it's your turn.” 

She turned to face the class as Aaron pounded away at Ariel’s backdoor. 

“So, there’s a lot your guy can do with his load when he’s ready to blow.  Of course, you’ve got all the usual options; facial, swallow, et cetera. If you’re in doggy style, then the guy pulling out and shooting all over your ass is a great way to finish.  I think today we’ll demonstrate a good creampie for you ladies. Obviously, you don’t have to worry about contraception with anal sex, but you have to be extra mindful of STDs. Don’t let a guy go off inside you unless he’s been thoroughly checked.”  She looked up at Aaron. “Ready, baby?”

Aaron had been ‘ready’ for some time.  In fact, he’d been clinging to his load by a thread for the better part of 15 minutes, and no sooner had Miss Adams given him permission to cum, had the brawny young hunk unloaded a thick, creamy deposit deep into her student’s bowels.

“UHHH!!! FUUUCCCKKK!!!” he cried, looking to the heavens as he flooded Ariel’s virgin tunnel with a surge of boiling spunk.   

“Damn!  You went off like a friggin’ rocket, huh, baby?” said Miss Adams, looking up at Aaron as his epic ejaculation finally ceased.  “Pull that dick out, honey, and let me take a look.”

Aaron prized his dong from Ariel’s rump; her asshole still spread wide open as he extracted his lengthy fuckstick.  Miss Adams squatted between Ariel’s splayed thighs and looked into her gaping rear. 

“Yep!” she confirmed.  “He filled this ass to the friggin’ brim!  Squeeze that cum out for me, sweetie. I want to taste it.”

With the very slightest of pushes, the gloopy mess of thick, off-white spunk slopped out of Ariel’s asshole and into her teacher’s waiting mouth.  Miss Adams closed her lips and swallowed; the auburn beauty gulping down the rich, gooey spunkwad in a single go.   

“Mmm! Delicious!  Well, how about that, ladies?  Wasn’t that something?” She looked up at Ariel.  “Well done, honey. A round of applause for Ariel, please, girls.”

Ariel hopped down from the desk, walking slightly gingerly but grinning from ear to ear as she crossed the classroom.  Her friends in the front row whooped and applauded with considerable gusto, those at the back joining in with apparent reluctance; her fierce rivals doing their best to hide their amazement at her impressive anal antics.

Miss Adams returned to her seat.  Her shimmering blue eyes only left Aaron’s still rock hard dong long enough to look up at the clock, the redheaded beauty huffing in frustration as she realized there was still ten minutes of class time left.  As with any educational institution, letting one’s students out early was something of a no no (though the punishment from the principal for doing so was wildly different from that of other schools). However, Miss Adams figured the extra ten minutes with Aaron’s huge dong ballsdeep in her ass would be worth any potential repercussions.

“OK, class, we’ve still got ten minutes left, but as you girls have been so good, I’m gonna let you go a little early.  Just don’t tell, Principal Vergara, OK?”

One of the many ways in which SVSSG differed from more traditional schools was that such an announcement was met by a chorus of groans from the student body.  Even Sydney and co, who at another institution would have been halfway down the hall before the teacher had even finished her sentence, were complaining and muttering amongst themselves as they collected their things and trudged towards the exit.

“See you next week, ladies,” said Miss Adams, as she rose from her seat, the auburn starlet barely waiting for her students to leave the room before she bent over the edge of her desk and thrust her juicy, round ass in Aaron’s direction.  “Come on, big boy,” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder as she assumed the position. “Get that fucking dick in my ass!”

*

Brie Larson was sat at her desk, marking essays, when the ring of the afternoon bell brought a flood of excited third year students funneling through the door and into her classroom.  The seniors had been awaiting this particular class with eager anticipation ever since they’d spotted it on their timetables at the start of the semester. They were so excited, in fact, that even Sydney Sweeney and her mischievous pals, who usually would have been in the midst of an extended lunch break, were taking to their desks and gazing forward at their A-list teacher with fiery exuberance. 

“Hi, class,” said Miss Larson as she rose from her seat.

She wore a tight-fitting cream pant suit with no blouse underneath, a single button on her professionally tailored blazer all that stood between the fair haired actress and a rather serious wardrobe malfunction.  Her face had been gracefully made up with what appeared to be a department store shelf’s worth of expensive cosmetics, her shiny bottle blonde locks falling from her head in light curls that perfectly framed her gorgeous features. 

“I’m Miss Larson and this is DP 301,” she announced, the mention of the course title alone drawing a litany of excited murmurs from her students.  “In this class I’ll be teaching you ladies how to handle not one, but two,” she raised a pair of manicured fingers, “very large penises at the same time.  And how would one achieve such a feat, I hear you ask? One in your hand and one in between your lips?  One in your pussy and one in your mouth? 

“And while, yes, we will be looking at both of those configurations too, our main focus for today’s class will be double penetration.  Dual dicking. One in the pink, one in the stink. Whatever you want to call it, double penetration is taking one dick deep inside your vagina and a second, equally large penis ballsdeep in your ass!  I did my first DP a little over two years ago and have been addicted ever since. I honestly can’t get enough, and by home time today, you girls will be just as hooked as I am! Shall we begin?”

A near deafening cheer went up from wall to wall as the door opened and two muscular young men- one white, one black- marched on through.

“This is Jason and Mark,” Miss Larson declared.  “I forget which is which, but they’ll be helping me with my demonstration today.  Isn’t that right, fellas?” she added, wrapping her arms around their chiseled backs as they flanked her from either side. 
 
“Yes, ma’am,” they replied in unison, they chiseled pair already grinning impishly and undressing the celebrity teacher with their eyes (her get up adorning her frame in such a precarious manner, that removing it with one’s vision alone wasn’t the most fanciful of endeavours).

“OK, so the best way to begin a threesome with two guys is to suck on their cocks for a little while.”  Miss Larson dropped to a squat between the two men. “After all, you’re gonna want them to be nice and wet before they go in both your holes.  Especially ones as big as these!” she exclaimed, her brown eyes popping as she clocked their giant bulges. “OK, boys, show me those dicks!”

Before the teacher had even completed her demand, both sets of tight, white boxers had been whipped down in double quick time; two equally large phalli vaulting out from the elasticated waistbands in perfect synchronicity. 

“Jeez!”  Miss Larson looked at both cocks, then back at her students.  “Big, right?”

A gross understatement, if ever there was one.  In fact, both of the yin and yang dongs were positively gigantic.  The black one was about nine inches long with girth that would turn even the most endowed of pornstars green with envy.  The white one was a little thinner, but incredibly long; the oversized wang measuring in at a cool 11 inches and change of throbbing, vein-encrusted fuckmeat!

Without a single word more to either her students or her TAs, Miss Larson turned towards the white guy and gaped her lips apart.  She took his long vanilla dick inside, swallowing a greedy portion of his monstrous length on the first pass. Miss Larson bobbed and dipped at his jutting groin, sucking and slurping at the lengthy tool as it swelled and pulsed in her mouth.  Inch after inch vanished between her lips; the horny starlet sucking down a further stretch of its girthy span with each pass, until the whole thing had disappeared- lodged in her mouth and down her gullet like a sword in its sheath. She held in there for some time, drooling and slobbering over the veiny shaft, spit slopping from the member in great ropes as she finally released it.

“When handling two dicks it's very important that they both stay stimulated at all times.  You don’t want them going soft now, do you? I can’t imagine these two have a lot of trouble in the virility department, but lesser men might start to droop a little if their dick goes untended.  That’s why it’s vital that you give that second dick a hearty stroke while you suck on the other. Like this.”

Miss Larson grasped the white man’s cock and started to pump it with both hands; her soft, manicured mits roaming up and down the spit-slicked shaft in expertly timed strokes as she turned to his friend.  She parted her lips, wagging her tongue invitingly as the burly black stud gripped his dick at the base and fed the bulging head between her lips. He placed a large dark hand at the back of her head and guided her down his wang.  Miss Larson sucked down the coal black schlong with considerable aplomb; the gorgeous actress choking down the second wang with equal ease as she had the first, her mouth stretching to accommodate its unfathomable girth. 

The white dick throbbed and pulsed in her hands; the rythmic to and fro of her toned arms guiding her dainty mits up and down the length of the rod in lightning quick pace.  Meanwhile, she slurped greedily at the thick black pole engorged in her mouth; the randy teacher sucking down an extra inch of its impossibly girthy span with each pass until, once again, the entire thing had gone, her shiny pink lips kissing the black man’s dark ebony groin as she swallowed his wood right down to the root.   

“Phew!” said Miss Larson as she came up for air, the second wang every bit as wet and dripping as the first as she retracted it from her maw.  “That’s a fat one! Now, it should go with saying really, but there are a lot of fun things you can do when you have two cocks at your disposal.  Switching back and forth from one to the other is particularly enjoyable.  It can make you feel a little dizzy if you do it too quickly, but trust me, it's worth it!”

She moved one hand across to the white man’s rod so she had both clasped around the hilt.  Then, she fed his big vanilla cock between her lips, giving the lengthy rod a single, solitary suck, before switching to the other.  She rinsed and repeated this process numerous times. Every plunge took her further down each of the mammoth schlongs until she was choking them right down to the balls once more, swollen cockheads both pink and brown tunneling deep down her esophagus with every pass. 

Two nimble dark fingers reached down her chest and unbuttoned her blazer.  Strong hands of ebony and ivory skin tones quickly found her freed breasts and started to grope; both of the muscular men squeezing and caressing her large, milky mounds as she worked their twitching poles. 

“OK, I’d say these cocks are nice and ready now,” Miss Larson declared, both of the giant dongs greased with spittle as she clutched them in her hands.  “So, before you take both dicks inside you, it’s a good idea to let the guys have a go at you from both ends. It’s called spitroasting, and is a great way to warm up before you’re stuffed to the brim!  You,” she added, looking up at the white guy, “you’re Jason, right?”

“No, ma’am.  I’m Mark.”

“Ah, well,” Miss Larson grinned, looking out across her classroom.  “It was a 50-50 shot. OK, Jas...Mark, you’re going first.”

Mark clenched his fist in celebration as Miss Larson rose to her feet.  She slid her jacket down her arms, kicked off her heels and inched down her pants, thrusting her peachy, round ass in Mark’s direction as she dipped down to Jason’s groin.  She swallowed down Jason’s girthy dark cock once more, sucking ferociously at the veiny shaft. In the meantime, Mark rubbed the tip of his own giant wang against the slick opening of her pussy before burying it inside, skewering the A-list teacher like a butchered pig.

“MMM!” Miss Larson groaned around the cock in her mouth as she was filled from both ends; dicks of widely contrasting shade tunneling into her from both poles as the chiseled studs began to buck their muscled hips.

The two men held Miss Larson’s athletic body in place as they thrust into it from their opposing ends.  Jason had pawfuls of her platinum blonde hair clasped in his strong black hands as he pumped away at her pretty mouth, his swollen brown cockhead tunelling deeper into her mouth and down her throat with each pass.  Meanwhile, Mark had a firm grip on her hips, his muscular thighs clattering against her ass, his girthy tip poking and probing her g-spot as he pounded her tight pink pussy. 

“The best thing about spitroasted- apart from having two big cocks inside you, of course- is that it’s very quick and easy to switch from one guy to the next,” said Miss Larson, the gorgeous blonde somehow managing to wrench Jason’s dong from her mouth long enough to address her watching students.  “All you gotta do is turn around and, hey presto, the dick that was in your pussy is suddenly in your mouth! Or, if you like being in control, like me, get the guys to switch ends. That way you don’t even have to move!” She clapped her hands. “Come on, boys!”

The guys switched positions and filled Miss Larson up once more, each of the rugged TAs picking up from where his friend had left off as they took her both ends.  Mark plunged his cock into her gaping mouth, giving the fair-haired starlet a taste of her sweet pussy as he buried his prong between her lips. At the other end, Jason was ballsdeep in her dripping cooze within a matter of moments, the dark-skinned stud driving all nine of his girthy black inches deep into her burning snatch with each pass he took. 

Miss Larson cooed and groaned around the long, thick pole in her mouth, her tits jiggling gloriously beneath her as a combined 20 inches of throbbing, veiny manmeat bore into opposing orifices; their bulging twin heads mining so deep into her frame that they almost met in the middle.  Before long, her wonderfully toned frame was trembling from head to foot. Jason’s giant black crown was hitting her pleasure points with each pass, making her squeal as she sucked Mark’s wang; every plunge of the coal-dark rod into the depths of her cooze bringing the blonde beauty ever closer to her peak.  One more was all that was required. 

“MMMMM!!” she screamed as best she could as an intense, bone shaking orgasm tore through her system.

She pushed against Mark’s thighs and he reluctantly retracted, his wang dripping with great ropes of saliva as he retrieved it from her maw.  Miss Larson stood up straight, Jason’s dong slipping from her coochie as she returned to her upright position.

“Whew!” she gasped, breathing heavily as she recovered from her climax.  “Boy, these guys sure know how to fuck! OK, you,” she added, pointing at Jason and appearing to have forgotten his name again already, “lay down on my desk.”

Jason climbed up onto the teacher’s desk and sprawled out across the varnished surface. 

“So, this is the standard DP position.  You can either straddle the first guy in cowgirl so his dick is in your pussy, or reverse cowgirl so it's in your ass.  Entirely up to you.”

Miss Larson clambered up next, setting her knees either side of Jason’s groin and feeding his long black snake into her pussy as she mounted his muscled form.  Then Mark completed the trifecta; the watching students wondering if Miss Larson’s desk was sturdy enough to support all three of them as he climbed up after her, kneeling between his friend’s legs and pointing his bulging round cockhead at the teacher’s asshole.  He pushed forward and steered it inside.

“Uhhh!!” Miss Larson gasped as the second dick entered her, sinking right down to the base and stuffing her full of thick, veiny schlong on the first pass. 

From here on out, the guys showed Miss Larson little mercy.  Both of the strapping young studs were driving their dongs deep into the holes from behind and below, their equally large, equally swollen dickcrowns mining into the depths of her ass and pussy alike with each joint thrust.

“Fuck, those are some big cocks!” she groaned, the blonde actress wedged between the two men’s chiseled, sinewy bodies like the filling in a sandwich.  “Come on! Fuck me, boys! Make me cum on those big fucking dicks!”

The guys certainly didn’t need any encouragement in that department.  In fact, they were well on their way to making the horny teacher cream all over their giant dongs already; both men drilling their dicks ballsdeep into her tight twin fuckholes and seeming to do so at a quicker pace and with greater fervour each time.  Miss Larson was on the verge of orgasm within moments, and one more combined plunge into her seemingly bottomless cavities was all it took to ignite a second climax. Her body quaked and she cried out from between her TA’s muscled forms as an orgasm, so violent and powerful it made her first feel like she’d been tickled by a feather, ripped through her toned frame.

“Holy fuck!” she wheezed, gasping for air as her orgasm finally ceased.  “Goddamn, these dicks are fucking big! So, once you’ve gotten off, turn around and let the guy beneath take a turn in your ass.  He’ll start to get antsy if his friend is getting all the booty!”

Mark pulled out of her ass and she climbed down from atop Jason’s burly, dark frame. 

“Actually, why don’t one of you girls demonstrate this next position?  You. Back row, with the DSLs.”

Everyone turned immediately to Paris Berelc, the brunette grinning proudly having just been given the biggest compliment a woman with her pouty brand of facial charms could possibly receive.  lndeed, the young actress was the proud owner of a set of plump, glossed up prick pillows that looked like they could have drained both Jason and Mark’s big, heavy balls from where she sat. She stood and joined Miss Larson at the front of the class.

“What’s your name, honey?” the teacher asked.

“Paris.”

“OK, Paris, why don’t you start by cleaning those dicks off.  I want to see those lips in action.”

Paris knelt at the edge of the desk and gripped both wangs in her soft, dainty hands.  She sucked down both of the large, twitching poles with equal aplomb, slurping up her teacher’s various juices from each shaft. 

“Very good, Paris.  Clean as a whistle,” Miss Larson, inspecting both dongs as her dark-haired student stroked the slippery shafts.  “OK, let’s see you straddle this hot black body.” She ran her smooth hands across Jason’s muscled chest. “Reverse cowgirl, please, sweetie.”

Paris threw a slender pin over Jason’s legs and backed up towards him.  He gripped his pole with one hand, gripping one of Paris’ beach-tanned butt cheeks with the other as he slipped his bulging brown head into her asshole. 

“Uhh!” Paris whimpered as it entered her; the girthy crown stretching her sphincter as he fed it inside.

“Lean back, Paris, so Jas...I mean, Mark can get up in that pussy,” said Miss Larson.  “Don’t worry. Jason,” she added, the actress looking immensely proud of herself having finally gotten one of her TA’s names right, “here will hold you in place.  Won’t you, honey?”

“Uh huh,” he grunted, gripping Paris’ thighs as she lay back on his torso and holding onto them with such force, it would have taken the brawn of the world’s strongest man to wrench her free. 

Mark climbed up onto the desk once more; the handsome TA rubbing his bulbous pink helmet against her drooling slit before burying it inside, the brown-haired beauty cumming on the stop as a second meaty prong was thrust up inside her. 

“Ahhh! FUCK!” she cooed, a tangible look of fiery, orgasmic bliss etched across her face as the light-skinned hunk speared her on his rod.

The TAs began to thrust into Paris’ athletic body in perfect unison, both men driving their fat, veiny pricks into her snug pink holes in impeccably timed strokes.  Jason’s turgid black dong bore into her from beneath, his big, bulging crown mining deep into her anal cavity. Meanwhile, Mark was drilling his dick into her sticky, wet cooze, his own swollen, throbbing crown hitting her g-post and making her yelp in delight with each pass.  Her classmates watched on with rapt attention and palpable envy; the celebrity students chewing their lips with desire as the two meaty pricks bore into Paris’ supple young body. 

A few more thrusts and Paris was cumming just like her teacher.  A violent, thunderous orgasm sparked within her that shook her to her very core, the dark-haired student emitting a cry so loud and shrill it could have pierced ears from here to Arizona.  Her holes clenched even tighter around Mark and Jason’s thick, juicy pricks as she came. Both men somehow still managed to cling onto the thick, potent loads stewing in their balls as a second set of tight, tensing orifices tried to wring their girthy schlongs like a pair of washcloths. 

“Wow!” Miss Larson exclaimed.  “These cocks dish out more orgasms than a Rampant Rabbit, huh, girls?  OK, boys, that’s enough. Pull those dicks out and we’ll move onto the next position.”

Mark retracted and leapt down off the desk, helping Paris down after him.  It was the least he could do, having just dicked the celebrity scholar to the point that she could barely move without a good deal of assistance.

“Aww, what a gentleman,” said Miss Larson.  “See, girls, these guys are a lot more than just a big pair of cocks!”

Paris returned to her seat, wobbling slightly from the pounding she’d taken as the teacher picked her next victim.

“You.  Cute little blonde, second row.”

Peyton List strolled to the front to the class as Miss Larson beckoned her with a carefully filed finger.

“Name?”

“Peyton.”

“On the desk, please, Peyton.  On your side with your ass stuck out.”

Peyton climbed up onto the desk and laid across it just as her teacher instructed.  She sprawled across the polished surface, almost in the fetal position. Her ass was thrust out invitingly over the edge of the desk and she hugged her legs close to her torso, her pussy and asshole splitting open as she did so. 

“OK, I’d say she’s ready,” Miss Larson grinned.  “But I think these dicks could with a little more lubing up first.”

She dropped to her knees between her two TAs and sucked down their rods once more, tasting Paris’ asshole and pussy alike from their thick, throbbing shafts as she choked them down one by one.  Miss Larson switched from one to the other, her vision little more than a chaotic blur or light and dark skin as her head darted back and forth between them. She sucked down each of the girthy rods in turn, making all kinds of slutty slurping and gagging noises as she did so.

Peyton watched impatiently as her greedy teacher hogged the giant cocks.  Miss Larson’s pretty blonde head shifted from one dick to the next and back again, dousing them in probably a little more saliva than was necessary as she switched back and forth between them. 

“Err...Miss Larson...”

“Mmm...OK...I think…that’s enough...spit...now,” said Miss Larson, punctuating almost every word with a wet, deepthroating pass on one of her TAs cocks, saliva oozing from both of the meaty shafts by the time she finally finished.  She rose to her feet and slapped both men on the ass. “Go get her, boys.”

The guys stepped up to the desk side by side, dicks primed as they pointed them at Peyton’s stretched holes.  With perfectly mirrored thrusts, they fed them inside; Mark’s in her ass and Jason’s in her pussy. Once inside, the fucking commenced, and this time, they opted for the piston motion, the muscled duo alternating deep plunges into the blonde’s gripping holes.  One pulled his dick back so only the head remained, while the other buried his dong right down to the hilt, and vice versa. 

“Uhhh, fuck yes!” Peyton screamed.  “Pound my tight holes.”

And pound them, they did.  Mark drove his dick deep into Peyton’s ass, while Jason retracted.  Then Jason thrust inside. Then Mark. Then Jason. Then Mark. Jason, Mark, Jason, Mark; the thrust and counterthrust of their light and dark dongs meaning that the gorgeous blonde senior had ten inches of pulsing meat inside her at all times.  The TA’s practiced, rhythmic dicking soon brought about an orgasm from their female counterpart; a climax so brutal and intense it made the desk tremble on its wooden legs.

“Jeez! Another orgasm!” Miss Larson shrieked.  “How many climaxes would you say you’ve doled out in your time, fellas?”

“Dunno,” Jason shrugged, pulling his long dark rod from Peyton’s drenched pussy.  “Hundreds, probably.”

“Hundreds?” Mark countered.  “More like thousands!”

“Wow!  That’s a lot!  What do you say we dish out one more before we bring this demo to a close?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Peyton,” said Miss Larson as her fellow blonde hopped down from the desk.  “OK, who’s next? You.” She pointed at Kira Kosarin. “Come on down.”

Kira and Peyton passed each other as the brunette wandered to the front of the class. 

“Name, sweetie?” asked Miss Larson.

“Kira.”

“OK, Kira here is gonna demonstrate the standing position,” said Miss Larson.  She turned to her two assistants. “Over to you, boys.”

Without a single word of warning, Jason and Mark gripped Kira’s toned frame and scooped her up, the chiseled duo holding her aloft in their bicep-laden arms; guns so large they should have been classified as lethal weapons.  Kira threw her arms around their broad shoulders as they held in her place. Mark had hold of her legs while Jason was clasping her ass; his long dark fingers digging into the pillowy cheeks as he kept her athletic body poised in mid-air.  Keeping her suspended with only one hand each, the guys found their dicks; the handsome TAs guiding their giant wangs into Kira’s tight twin holes in tandem. Mark took the front and Jason the rear. 

“UHH!  Sweet JESUS!” Kira gasped as the two cocks entered her, their impossible girth stretching her holes to near rupturing point from the get go. 

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“Now, there’s two ways that guys can fuck you in this position,” Miss Larson explained.  “They can throw you up and down on their dongs or hold you in place and drive them up into you.  Both are fucking fantastic. I honestly can’t decide which is better, and I doubt Kira will be able to either.  In fact, I don’t think she’ll be able to do much of anything once these two are finished with her!”

Jason and Mark started with the former option.  They lifted her up, guiding her tight holes along their thick shafts until only the heads were inside.  Then, they dropped her back down, piercing the brown-haired beauty on nearly two feet of throbbing fuckmeat.

“FUUUCCCKKK!!!” Kira screamed, the heavy plunge igniting an orgasm from within her curvy frame that shook not only the room, but the entire school building to its very foundations.   

But the two TAs weren’t done yet, and Kira was barely given time to recover from the first precipitous drop before they’d lifted her up and sunk her down once more, impaling the randy senior a second time on their mighty twin prongs.  Then they did it again. And again. And again. Her big tits flopped around majestically as they bounced her up and down between their chiseled frames, each plunge stuffing her to the brim with 20 inches of girthy, thick dong.

Then, when their arms started to tire a little, Jason and Mark held Kira in place; the horny actress sandwiched between their shredded forms as they drove their dicks up into her.  Kira held onto their twin sets of hulk-like shoulder blades; the third year student gripping their sinewy bodies with such force that her long painted nails nearly pierced the skin.  The two men went at her gorgeous frame like there was no tomorrow; the studly duo thrusting deep into her snug holes and driving their meaty wangs right to the hilt with each pass. 

Kira wrapped her legs around Mark’s waist; the brunette squeezing so tightly around his muscled torso that she nearly severed his legs.  The TAs plowed away at Kira’s toned body with vicious intent, her classmates watching on with equal parts jealousy and disbelief at the ceaseless pounding she was able to withstand.  Their dickheads mined into her darkest recesses, snaking through her colon and prodding her g-spot with equal ferocity. She came time and again, nigh on every joint plunge of the TA’s dicks seeming to spark new and increasingly rapturous climaxes that rumbled through her body like earthquakes. 

Several minutes and countless orgasms later, and the TA’s poles were starting to twitch and spasm inside Kira’s holes, her twin orifices seeming to clench even tighter around their mighty trunks each time they thrust inside.  Spotting the violent convulsions in the men’s groins, Miss Larson, as the responsible adult, took it upon herself to bring a halt to proceedings before her two assistants pumped the curvy senior with enough piping ball batter to blast her into outer space.   

“OK, looks like we’re ready for the big finale,” she announced.  “I think you girls know all about the various cumshots by now, so I’ll let Kira decide where she wants them to finish.  Where do you want that nut, Kira?”

“FACE!!” Kira yelled at the top of her lungs.  “I want it on my face!”

“Well, there you are,” Miss Larson grinned.  “A very emphatic choice. Come on then, boys.  Lower her down and give the lady what she wants.”

In a move so speedy it was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, the guys dropped Kira to her knees, the drooling, winking tips of their mammoth schlongs pointed at her pretty, sweat gleamed face as they beat themselves off.  Just as they had with nigh on every other action thus far, the duo went off in tandem. Both men shot creamy wads of gooey, off-white side that positively plastered Kira’s features, the muscled pair coating her with so much goop that it looked like the work of a pack of studs at least three times their number.  Cum splattered across her cheeks and over her nose. Thick trails of the stuff glued her eyes shut and streaked her sweaty hair, while more still coated her lips and dripped from her chin in thick, endless strands. 

“Good Lord!” Miss Larson gasped, once her TA’s dicks had finally stopped spewing.  “I knew these guys were verile, but I’ve never seen them go off like that before! That was incredible!  Let’s hear it for Kira, girls!”

Jason and Mark helped Kira to her feet and back to her desk, trails of cum still leaking from their tips as they guided her across the room.  The remaining students, regardless of their personal relationship with the brunette, clapped and cheered her manically as she passed. The exhausted, fucked out actress did her best to convey her appreciation as she was practically carried across the classroom and plonked back down in her seat. 

“Well, that’s it for today, girls,” said Miss Larson, the announcement met with a disappointed whine from her assembled students.  “I know, I know,” she continued, clasping her TA’s cocks as they returned to the front of the class and positioned themselves at her side.  “But there’s still a whole month of the semester left, and rest assured, every one of you ladies will be getting to know these two studs pretty well over the coming weeks.”

Miss Larson’s students shifted excitedly in their seats, their dirty minds whirring as they pictured all the wondrous, two-pronged antics that awaited them before the year was up. 

“Speaking of which, we better get prepping for next week’s class.  Hadn’t we, fellas?”

“Yes, Miss Larson,” her TAs replied, their still hard cocks twitching and hopping at the prospect. 

Miss Larson dropped to her knees, shooting out her tongue and scooping of the drops of cum left in both men’s gaping dickholes. 

“Off you pop, ladies,” she said, looking across at her students with a devilish grin.  “Class dismissed.”

End of Chapter 6

[TLMorgan]

Chapter 6 was an amazing read and extremely hot!! 

Love the anal class with Ariel getting her asshole fucked and Sydney's attitude not being picked lol

And the DP class of Brie being double penetrated by a combine 20 inches of dick was hot and she really wanted them to bring it lol

[Slyguy]

Easily my favorite lesson yet!  That anal lesson was simply superb!

[DarkSwordsman]

Chapter 7

Starring: Kaia Gerber and Maude Apatow

With: Kate Beckinsale, Cindy Crawford, Amy Adams and Leslie Mann

Tuesday, August 4th, 2020

Parent-teacher nights at Sofia Vergara’s Summer School for Girls were always a sight to behold.  Such evenings at more traditional schools generally made for a rather drab affair, and while crowning moments of such events might include a balding, divorcee English teacher questioning a dumpy housewife about their daughter’s choice of literature, or a bespectacled algebra geek urging a jock dad to convince their disappointing son to try out for the mathletes, parent-teacher nights at SVSSG were one of the highlights of the semester. 

And this particular edition of the annual event was no exception.  Indeed, all manner of exchanges were taking place in classrooms throughout the famed institution, each one more curious and offbeat than the last.  In one room, Evan Rachel Wood regaled Christi Lukasiak about her daughter Chloe’s penchant for 69ing. In another, Kristen Bell talked Madison Beer’s mother, Tracie, through her daughter’s favourite sexual positions.  While in a third, Brie Larson gave a concerned looking Uma Thurman a rundown on Maya Hawke’s struggles with double penetration. But that was the mere tip of the iceberg and soon parent-teacher conferences would be taking place throughout the school that made those sexually charged discussions look like a night at the library.

Kate Beckinsale was sitting at her desk in Room 69C, slurping from a cup of decaf, when there was a knock at the door. 

“Come in.”

The door eased open and in stepped first year student, Kaia Gerber, and her mother, legendary supermodel Cindy Crawford.  Cindy, like Miss Beckinsale herself, was wearing a form fitting, professionally tailored suit. Kaia was dressed more casually in a light summer dress.

“Miss Beckinsale?” asked Cindy as she closed the door behind her.

“That’s me,” the teacher replied, rising from her seat.  “And you must be Miss Crawford. Lovely to meet you.” 

She extended a hand and Cindy shook it.

“Please, have a seat,” she added, gesturing to two leather bound chairs at the other side of the desk.

“Thank you.”

All three women sat down.

“So, you’re my daughter’s teacher for Blowjob 101, right?” asked Cindy, popping the question like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“That I am, Miss Crawford.  That I am.”

“Right.  And how’s she doing?”

“Very well, actually.  She’s a very quick learner and has a real passion for giving head.  Isn’t that right, Kaia?”

“Mmhmm,” Kaia grinned.

“Kaia is great at dealing with precum and never leaves the guy leaking, which, as I’m sure you’ll agree, is one of the most important aspects of sucking dick.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Cindy agreed.

“She’s very good at handling balls.  Be it sucking on them or fondling them whilst working the shaft.  She’s one of the best multitaskers I’ve ever had. Eye contact is fantastic and she generates a heck of a lot of saliva.  Honestly, I don’t know how she does it sometimes!”

“Wow!” Cindy exclaimed, turning to face her daughter.  “It sounds like you’re doing really well, baby!”

A smug grin stretched across Kaia’s face.

“She really is,” Miss Beckinsale confirmed.  “Though if there’s one area in which she could improve, it’s her deepthroating.  Now, don’t worry, it’s quite a common thing for girls her age, and she’s not the only one in the class having a little trouble in that area, believe me.  My daughter is 21 now and even she still struggles with it at times. Kaia’s first effort at choking down my TA’s dick came in at...I believe…” She consulted a sheet of paper on her desk.  “Yes, 8.2 inches. Not bad at all for a first attempt, but I have yet to see much of an improvement in the following weeks.”

Cindy listened intently as Miss Beckinsale explained, nodding along like the brown-haired British teacher was describing her daughter’s struggles with trigonometry.

“We managed to get it up to…” Miss Beckinsale looked at the sheet once more, “9.4 inches on Monday.  A slight improvement but still some way short of our target.”

Cindy puffed her cheeks.  If nine inches was seen as coming up short, just how big were these dicks her daughter was being expected to swallow!?

“I see,” she said.  “Is there anything we can do to improve that?  Do you offer private tuition?”

“I do, but I think it would make for a better learning environment for Kaia if she were to be taught these things by those nearest to her.  I mean, we’ve gotten close to one another over the course of the semester. Very close, in fact. Haven’t we, Kaia?”

“Mmhmm,” she replied with a suggestive grin.

“But there really is no substitute for the bond of a mother and daughter.”

“So you think I should teach her?” asked Cindy.

“I do, Miss Crawford.  Very much so. Now, I’m sure you know plenty of guys who would be up to the job, but if not I’m more than happy to lend out my TA for a weekend or two to aid in your tutoring.  In fact, why don’t we bring him in right now? I’m sure he’d be very willing to assist you. Tyler!”

The door opened and Tyler stepped inside, the handsome TA kitted out in his usual get up of tight white boxer briefs as he strolled into the room.  Cindy’s jaw dropped; so much so she almost had to pick it up off the desk, as she caught sight of the young stud’s ultra-chiseled from and the girthy, snake-like bulge coiled in his undies. 

“Hi, Tyler,” said Miss Beckinsale.   “Come here, honey.”

Tyler stood at the side of the desk.

“Now, as you know all too well, Kaia is struggling a little with her deepthroating,” the teacher contnued.  “So I’ve offered up your services to Miss Crawford here, so she can give her daughter a little one on one lesson.  Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Tyler grinned, as he looked down at the smoking hot freshman and her equally gorgeous, super MILF mother, his mind whirring with the endless possibilities such a configuration could provide.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” said Miss Beckinsale with a smirk.  “Come on then, honey. Whip those pants down. Let’s show Miss Crawford what we’re working with here.”

Tyler slid his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and like a magician preparing the big reveal, he whipped them down, quick as a flash.  His giant, footlong rod came shooting out; Cindy’s deep brown eyes nearly popping from their sockets like a cartoon character as it flopped up and down before her.  Miss Beckinsale chuckled, a devilish grin stretching across her flawless features as her student’s mother stared listlessly at the massive dong jutting from Tyler’s groin.

“What’s the matter, Miss Crawford?  Never seen a dick that big before?”

“Err...w-well, it’s been a while, I must say,” she managed in response, the stunning supermodel utterly dumbfounded by the sheer size of the TA’s wang.

Cindy reached out and took Tyler’s cock her hands, her mouth hanging open as she took in the full extent of its magnitude.  Time seemed to stand still as she inspected the huge dong, her hazel peppers taking in every stretch of skim, every thick vein and pulsing capillary.  But as anyone with a means of timekeeping would attest, an entire two minutes had passed since the catwalk legend had first wrapped her paws around its girth. 

“Whenever you’re ready, Miss Crawford,” said Miss Beckinsale.

“Hmm?” Cindy replied, looking across at the teacher with a comically vacant stare as she held Tyler’s dong in her mits.  “Right, yes, sorry,” she said, finally gaining some semblance of lucidity. “My God! Look at the size of this thing!” she said, taking one last scan at Tyler’s cock.  “No wonder you’ve been struggling, baby! OK, Kaia, so the first you’re gonna want to do is get that dick nice and wet. The slicker it is, the easier it’ll slide down your throat.”

Cindy and Kaia rose from their seats and squatted next to one another by the side of the desk.  Cindy parted her shiny pink lips and fed the dick inside; the gorgeous brown-haired MILF gazing up at Tyler as she started to blow him.  Kaia watched on attentively; the teenage model making a pad’s worth of mental notes in her pretty little head as her mother sucked on Tyler’s wang. 

Cindy’s lips roamed up and down Tyler’s giant dong; the plump pair accomodating a little more of his monstrous length with each pass and leaving behind thick trails of sticky, wet saliva as they went.  Inch and after inch of Tyler’s girthy span disappeared between her lips; his lengthy pipe getting wetter and slicker by the second as she choked it down. With just an inch or two to go, Cindy retrieved Tyler’s sopping cock from her mouth; the brunette relaying some closing instructions to her daughter before she took the final plunge.

“So, baby, the key to deepthroating is to relax your gullet.  Once that dickhead pushes past your tonsils, your gag reflex is gonna be doing all it can to stop it from entering your esophagus.  It’s up to you to fight that bitch with all you’ve got. Like this.”

Cindy placed her hands on Tyler’s hips and took his cock between her lips once more.  This time, however, she plunged right down to the base on the first pass; her lips puckering at his groin as all 12 of his thick, veiny inches vanished into her maw.  Kaia’s lips gaped in disbelief; the teen’s pretty little mouth falling slack like a trailer park dweller’s as her mother choken down every inch of Tyler’s mammoth schlong like it was nothing.  Even Miss Beckinsale, who had swallowed her TA’s wang more times than she could count, was staring in wonderment at the oral exhibition taking place before her. Cindy kept Tyler’s cock between her lips for some time before finally releasing it, the giant dong slathered it spittle from the tip to the base as it retracted from her maw.

“Wow, mom!” Kaia gushed.  “You sure know how to suck a dick!  Dad is a lucky guy!”

Cindy chuckled.  “Baby, your dad’s dick isn’t anywhere near as big as this one!  My talents really are wasted on him.”  She looked up at Tyler as she stroked his meaty wang, her sultry gaze indicating that she wanted to do a lot more with his dick in the future than just stick in her mouth.  “OK, your turn, sweetie.”

Kaia gulped nervously.

“You’ll be fine, baby,” Cindy added.  “Just remember what I told you.”

Kaia wrapped her hands around Tyler’s dong and steered it between her lips.  Her pretty head bobbed and dipped at his crotch; the runway model dousing his already spit-slicked rod in yet more slippery, warm spittle as she slurped at his veiny shaft.  Kaia reached down to fondle Tyler’s nuts; the weighty, cum-filled orbs rolling around in her hands like big, flesh stress balls as she sucked his mighty dong. 

“That’s it, Kaia,” Cindy encouraged.  “Play with those balls, baby. You were right about her multitasking, Miss Beckinsale.  You sure have taught her well!”

The teacher grinned.  “Well, I aim to please, Miss Crawford.  And your daughter is a very last learner.  Just look how she’s choking down that dick!”

Cindy and Miss Beckinsale watched intently as Kaia sucked down Tyler’s pole; stretches of thick, vein-encrusted cockmeat coming and going as she guzzled his throbbing junk.  In almost no time at all, Kaia’s glossy lips were poised mere inches from Tyler’s groin; the A-list student gripping his muscled hips as she reached the home straight. 

“Come on, Kaia,” said Miss Beckinsale.  “You’ve got this, sweetie!”

“You can do it, baby,” Cindy added.  “Just fight that gag reflex and suck it down!”

Kaia braced herself as she went for the final push.  She closed her eyes, tears of mascara trickling down her cheeks as she practically forced the last few inches of Tyler’s wang into her heaving gullet.  All manner of choking and coughing noises spluttered from her throat, the dark-haired teen battling hard against her stubborn gag reflex; fighting the urge to eject the mighty penis with every ounce of will. 

“That’s it, sweetie,” Cindy encouraged.  “Nearly there!”

Another inch vanished between Kaia’s lips.  Then another. And another. She willed herself to the finish line; the young model pushing on with all her might as Tyler’s massive dong journeyed down her gullet, not stopping until she felt the wispy hair of his neatly trimmed pubic bath tickle her button nose.  She eased an eye open and saw nothing but beach-tanned flesh; Tyler’s ab-lined midriff the only thing staring back at her as she held his cock in her mouth. She’d done it. Sucked down that mammoth span of meat like a seasoned sword swallower. All 12 inches of it. 

“YES!” Cindy shrieked, gripping her daughter in a bear hug as she released Tyler’s cock, volleys of saliva raining from the shaft as it retracted from her maw.  “You did it, Kaia! I’m so proud of you, baby!”

“Thanks...mom,” Kaia replied, her face squished against her mother’s chest as she squeezed her to within an inch of her life. 

“Well done, Kaia,” Miss Beckinsale added.  “I knew you could do it.”

“Thanks, Miss B,” said Kaia as her mother finally released her from her clutches. 

“So, we should probably make this dick go off now, right, Kaia?” Cindy suggested.  “We can’t very well leave it like that can we?” she added, watching as Tyler’s cock twitched and spasmed before them; the spit-drenched dong hopping about like it had a mind of its own.  “What do you think, Miss Beckinsale? The other moms won’t mind if their appointment is a little delayed, will they?”

“Well, I doubt they’ll be best pleased if they have to wait,” Miss Beckinsale grinned in response.  “But if they saw that dick, I’m sure they’d understand!”

“Great!  Have you shown Kaia and her friends how to share a dick yet?”

“No, Miss Crawford.  I teach that class to my second years.”

“Well then, Kaia, it looks like you’re getting two classes today,” said Cindy.  “Just follow my lead, OK, sweetie?”

“OK, mom,” Kaia replied.

From here, Cindy proceeded to talk her young daughter through the ancient art of cock sharing like she was teaching her about the birds and the bees.  Though in this instance, the bird was Tyler’s cock and the bees were his big, low hanging balls!

“Let’s start by sharing this thick ol’ shaft,” Cindy declared, grasping Tyler’s meaty wang about halfway along its span.  “Just wrap your lips around the side and work them up and down it. Like this.”

Cindy demonstrated, swathing one side of Tyler’s dong with her soft, pillowy lips and guiding them along the shaft like she was playing the harmonica.  Kaia joined her and soon mommy and daughter alike were sharing Tyler’s rod like a giant popsicle; their twin sets of pouty pink lips roaming up and down the twitching pole in flawless unison.     

“OK, now let’s take care of these balls,” said Cindy, palming Tyler’s weighty scrotum like a sack of gold coins.  “You suck one, I’ll suck the other.”

Cindy and Kaia dipped down to get at Tyler’s balls and fed them between their lips; the supermodel and her teenage spawn gobbling away at the large, churning orbs like they were sharing a bag of candies. 

“And don’t forget to stroke the shaft while you do it, baby,” Cindy went on, momentarily releasing her designated nut so she could give further instruction.

Soon, two soft hands were venturing up and down the length of his dong, one below the other; their silken mits roaming up and down his shaft and over every vein and capillary along the way. 

“OK, keep sucking on those balls, Kaia, while I return to the shaft.”

Cindy fed Tyler’s dick back between her lips and got to sucking; the randy MILF choking down inch after inch of his giant rod while her daughter saw to his balls.  Cindy and Kaia shared Tyler’s junk like a tub of Haagen-Dazs; the young model sucking away at each of his heavy, dangling balls in turn, while her mother worked the shaft.  Before long, every inch of his genitalia was drenched with spit, from the tip of his dick to the bottom of his sac. 

“Right, let’s switch now, baby,” Cindy suggested, retracting Tyler’s dong so Kaia could take over.  “Actually, I think I’m gonna…”

Without a single indication of what she was going to do next, Cindy crawled around behind Tyler’s muscled form, parted his butt cheeks and buried her face in his crack.  Taken aback by this sudden and unexpected move, Kaia released Tyler’s cock almost involuntarily.

“Mom!” she exclaimed, stroking Tyler’s rod as she peered around his groin, staring in bewilderment as her mother burrowed into his crack and munched on his stripwaxed rear. 

Miss Beckinsale chuckled from her seat at the desk.  “What’s the matter, Kaia?” she grinned. “No idea your mom was such a slut?”

“Uh uh,” Kaia replied, still looking a little shocked as she returned Tyler’s dick to her mouth.

Cindy’s unexpected foray into the depths of Tyler’s rear might have taken her daughter by surprise, but to the TA himself the excursion was most welcome.  In fact, he was loving every second of it; the chiseled stud trembling like a leaf as the mother-daughter combo of stunning supermodels attacked him from both ends. 

Behind him, Cindy was holding his ass cheeks apart; her long fingernails digging into his muscled flesh as she tongue fucked his rear.  At the front, Kaia was sucking away at his pulsing rod like she hadn’t eaten in days; sliding the lengthy pole down her throat and drooling and slobbering over every stretch that came her way.  Finally, and with the handsome TA shaking from head to toe, Cindy emerged from Tyler’s rear, her face red and slicked with spit as she returned to the front to join her daughter.

“Wow!  You looked like you enjoyed that, Miss Crawford,” Miss Beckinsale declared, grinning at her fellow MILF from behind her varnished desk.

Cindy suddenly looked a little embarrassed, her already glowing face flushing even further as she knelt back at Tyler’s feet.  “Sorry about that, Miss Beckinsale. I don’t know what came over me.”

Tyler grinned.  He knew exactly what had come over her (after all, she wasn’t the first woman to lose every ounce of their decorum in his presence), and exactly what would be coming over her next; his massive cock!

“Please, Miss Crawford, don’t apologise,” Miss Beckinsale replied.  “I freakin’ loved it! And I think Tyler quite liked it too. Didn’t you, honey?”

“Uh huh,” he groaned, the shredded hunk still not fully recovered from the rampant rectal probing he’d just recieved.

“Actually, I’m starting to feel a little left out over here,” Miss Beckinsale continued, rising from her chair.  “You ladies don’t mind if I join you, do you?”

“Not at all, Miss Beckinsale,” Cindy replied.  “He’s your TA, after all.” 

“Thank you,” the teacher replied, dropping to her knees and sliding her toned frame between the first year student and her A-list mother.  “Three heads are better than two, right, Tyler?”

Miss Beckinsale made out with Cindy, then turned and did the same to Kaia.  Tyler’s pole twitched as he watched his gorgeous boss lock lips with celebrity mom and daughter alike, tongues jostling every which way as she kissed the two women in turn.  Three sets of hands pawed at his genitals; teacher, student and mother alike squeezing his balls and stroking his rod in equal measure as they made out at his feet. By the time they were done, Miss Beckinsale was wearing an interesting mixture of three types of lip gloss; the brown-haired beauty licking her now very sticky pillows as she turned to her TA.

Without further delay, the trio of heads all went for his groin; his dick throbbing like mad as three sets of plump pink lips seized his junk from every angle.  Kaia was sucking on his balls; the first year student guzzling at each of the spunk-filled orbs in turn, while Cindy and Miss Beckinsale shared his cock; their soft twin mouths roaming up and down his rod in perfect synchronicity.   

Tyler looked down at the three women gathered at his feet and presumed he must have been dreaming.  Group blowjobs were a regularity in his profession, but even for someone with a sexual history as colourful as his, this was quite something.  By now, the A-list trio were lined up in front of him, passing his cock back and forth between them like a game of pass the parcel. His dick went from Kaia to Miss Beckinsale, then onto Cindy and back again; each woman taking a single, deep plunge on his lengthy rod before passing it onto the next.  His dick twitched and spasmed as it was passed from teen to MILF to MILF; MILF to MILF to teen- the three women handing his dick back and forth like an assembly line. 

But soon, things started to get a lot less regimented, and before long, the celebrity trio were practically clamouring over one another to get at Tyler’s junk; three pretty mouths jockeying and jostling for position, and licking and sucking at any stretch of pulsing man beef they could reach. 

“Hmm, it’s getting a little crowded here, ladies,” said Miss Beckinsale, the British actress currently the meat in a Gerber-Crawford clan sandwich.  “Kaia, why don’t you go lick Tyler’s ass while me and your mum share his dick? It’s nice and clean, right, Miss Crawford?”

“Mmhmm,” Miss Crawford replied, the runway legend answering as best she could while Tyler’s mammoth dong throbbed between her lips. 

“How do I do it?” asked Kaia.

“It’s easy, sweetie,” said Miss Beckinsale.  “Just stick your face in his crack and jam your tongue up his ass.  Just like you do to me.”

Cindy carried on sucking away at Tyler’s girthy wang like nothing had been said; the gorgeous supermodel not even batting an eyelid at the revelation that her teenage daughter had been eating her teacher’s ass for extra credit.  In fairness, she had Tyler’s lengthy span lodged too far down her throat to object to much of anything. 

Kaia circled around behind Tyler, just as her mom had done earlier and spread his ass cheeks apart.  She peered into his crack- the waxed crevice a mess of saliva and smeared lipgloss from her mother’s earlier jaunt- the freshman taking but a single moment’s pause before sinking into his darkest depths. 

“Uhh!” Tyler groaned, as Kaia stuck her face in his ass, her tongue shooting out and plunging into his rectum.

By now, he was shaking from head to foot; the muscled TA getting shelled from all angles by a trio of foes and their endless array of oral artillery.  Miss Beckinsale was working his dick; her full, shiny lips roaming up and down the lengthy wang from tip to base. Cindy was sucking his balls; the brown-haired beauty dousing each of the brewing spunk tanks in turn in oodles upon oodles of spittle.  And Kaia was tonguing his ass; the first year student rooting around in his anal cavity like she was searching for loose change. 

This went on for some time.  A line of students and their impatient mothers started to form outside Miss Beckinsale’s classroom door, some of which had been waiting on their appointments with the oral expert for close to an hour.  Back inside the room, the three women were showing no signs of slowing down. By this stage, student, mother and teacher alike were circling Tyler’s body like planets in orbit, the randy trio running a line from his dick, to his balls, to his ass; all three of the A-list beauties taking turns to choke down his rod, gobble at his nuts and feast on his stripwaxed rear.

Tyler had managed to hold his own throughout the whole ordeal.  Indeed, the handsome TA had withstood countless assaults on every one of his pleasure points; a ruthless campaign of three pronged attacks that would have seen lesser mortals blowing their beans in a matter of moments.  But after 60+ minutes of threeway dick sharing, his stout resistance was starting to wane. 

By now, Miss Beckinsale had her face buried in his ass, while Kaia and Cindy worked their twin sets of full pink lips up and down his cock; the lengthy pole seeming to twitch and spasm more violently with every pass.  Sensing that Tyler’s orgasm was close at hand, Cindy released his dong from between her lips and addressed her nearby daughter.

“I think he’s ready to cum, Kaia,” she declared, stroking Tyler’s rod and feeling it throb and pulse in her hands.

The mere mention of her TA’s ejaculate pricked Miss Beckinsale’s ears and she surfaced from the depths of his crack in almost comical style, the English actress circling around to rejoin her two companions in the blink of an eye. 

“That true, baby?” she asked, gazing up at Tyler as she slotted in between Kaia and Cindy.  “You gonna cum for us, Tyler? You gonna streak these faces with all that boiling hot nut?”

Tyler pulled himself off as three women pressed their faces together.  Tongues darted every which way; brushing against one another and flicking at his drooling tip.  Miss Beckinsale reached up and fondled his swelling balls. Cindy stuck a finger in her mouth and sucked it seductively, before reaching around and jamming it up his tuchus. 

“Come on, honey,” she purred as he fingered his rear.  “Give us that cum. Shoot that gooey load over these pretty fucking faces!”

Tyler tugged at his dick so violently he nearly yanked it straight from his groin; the giant dong throbbing and pulsing like nobody’s business as he jerked himself off.  Tongues lapped at his dickhole. A finger plunged into the depths of his rectum and tickled his prostate. Long, carefully filed fingertips grazed the skin of his nutsack as a multitude of digits squeezed his heaving balls. 

He held off until he could no longer; the muscled TA emitting what was quite possibly the most violent blast he’d ever shot (no small feat, considering he spewed his wad at least four times every day); a gooey load of piping, off-white semen jetting from his tip and splattering across all three of the assembled faces in equal measure.  By the time he was done, the trio of women were drenched in his nut; his eruption so copious he’d been able to give all three of the A-list stars a facial that most men could only dream of. Thick ropes streaked their faces, clung to their eyelashes and messed their shiny hair and expensive clothing.

“Wow, Kaia!  Your school is incredible!” Cindy exclaimed, licking a glob of spunk from her upper lip.  “No wonder you wanted to go here so bad!”

“Mmhmm,” Kaia grinned.  “Who are we seeing next, mom?”

“Let’s see,” Cindy replied, consulting her itinerary.  “Miss Wood. Lesbian 101. Sounds interesting.”

All three women rose to their feet.   

“Thank you, Miss Beckinsale,” said Cindy, giving her daughter’s teacher a hug.  “This has been very eye opening,” she added; a rather ironic statement given that one of her pretty brown peepers was now glued shut with cum!
 
“My pleasure, Miss Crawford.  I hope your next appointment is as eventful as this one.”  Miss Beckinsale checked a sheet of paper on her desk. “Kaia, send Chloe and her mom in on your way out, would you?”  She looked across at Tyler. “And you- you stay right there. I have a feeling you may be needed again!”

*

Meanwhile, down the hall in Room 69K, Amy Adams had just finished her meeting with Olivia Holt and her mother, when Maude Apatow and her mom, Leslie Mann, came strolling through the doorway. 

“Hi, Maude,” said Miss Adams, smiling warmly at her third year student as she entered the room.  “Miss Mann, it’s great to meet you,” she added, rising from her seat and shaking Leslie’s hand.

“Great to meet you too, Miss Adams.  And, please, call me Leslie.”

“Certainly, Leslie.”  Miss Adams returned to her seat.  Leslie and Maude sat opposite. “Thank you for coming in this evening.  So, I’d like to give you an update, if I may, on Maude’s progress in my class, Anal 301.”

“Please.  Go right ahead, Miss Adams.”

“OK.  Well, I’d like to start, Leslie, by saying how fond I am of your daughter.  She’s one of my most diligent and attentive students. Her essays are nothing short of exemplary and she’s well on course for an A in the written segment of the module.”

“Wow!” said Leslie, turning to her daughter.  “Well done, sweetie.”

“However, I’m afraid to say that her showing in practical assignments falls some way short of her success in the written modules.”

“Oh, dear,” Leslie replied, suddenly looking rather concerned.  “In what way?”

“Well, Leslie, I’m sure Maude would be the first to admit that she’s been struggling a little with the penetrative module of the course.  Isn’t that right, honey?”

Maude looked down sheepishly at the classroom floor.  “Yes, Miss Adams.”

“Now, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Maude,” Miss Adams declared.  “Lots of women have their share of difficulties with anal when they first start doing it.  I know I did.”

“Me too,” Leslie added.  “It’s fine, baby,” she added, giving her daughter a reassuring pat on the thigh.  “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Right, Miss Adams?”

“Absolutely, Leslie.  Absolutely.”

“But, hold on a second,” Leslie went on, looking a little confused.  “Maude showed me her report card when we went out to dinner last week, and it said she was on course for an A.”

“Yes, Leslie, she is currently near the top of the class for this particular module.  However, I’m afraid that grade is based solely on her written assignments and certain other...activities she has completed for extra credit.”  Miss Adams did her best to stifle a grin as she explained. “And it is my duty to tell you, that if Maude fails to complete the practical exam in two weeks time, she will average out at a D for the semester.”

“Oh, God,” Leslie gasped, the fair-haired actress reacting to the announcement like it was news of a terminal illness. 

“Now, Maude and I have been working closely with one another, both during class time and in private study sessions, to try and rectify this problem, and have tried a number of different techniques to help...ease the entry.  So to speak.”

“Such as?’

“Well, we’ve tried fingers, haven’t we, Maude?  Tongues. Toys. In fact, your daughter has taken a number of different items up her butt with considerable ease.  Buttplugs. Anal beads. But when it comes to penetration, that cute little asshole just clams right up. Doesn’t it, sweetie?”

“Yes, Miss Adams,” Maude replied, still looking a little embarrassed as her mother and teacher discussed her sodomic shortcomings.

“Hmm, do you think it could be an arousal issue?” Leslie asked.

“I don’t think so, Leslie.  It’s an avenue we’ve explored, isn’t it, Maude?  But, I went down on your daughter for close to an hour the other night and, I’ve gotta tell you, Leslie, I was nearly drowning in her juices by the end!  But then, when my TA tried to enter, her asshole repelled his dick like the Red Army! It’s size, I fear, that is the issue.” She looked at Maude. “It’s Aaron’s dick.  It’s just too big, isn’t it, sweetie?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I see,” said Leslie.  “So would it not make sense for Maude to try and take a smaller dick first?  Rather than going straight for the big ones?”

Miss Adams chuckled.  “There are no smaller dicks, Leslie.  Every TA at this school is incredibly well hung.  Sex with lesser endowed males isn’t something we encourage here at SVSSG, but if Maude wants to tackle a smaller penis on her own time, then that is entirely up to her.  But taking a cock up your ass is a mostly mental endeavour, and all I think Maude needs is a little more support. Don’t get me wrong, I have been assisting her throughout the semester in every way I know how.  As have her friends. However, I think a show of support from those closest to her could be the final piece of the jigsaw.”

“You mean me, Miss Adams?”

“Yes, Leslie, I do.  I truly believe that all Maude requires is a little encouragement from someone dear to heart to get her over that final hump, and if she had a close family member, such as yourself, to walk her through the act of anal sex, she’d be taking dicks up that peachy little ass of hers left, right and centre!  Now, obviously I can’t allow you to assist during class time, but you’re more than welcome to help Maude in her own time as much as you both desire. And since we’re all here now and my assistant, Aaron, is waiting just outside that door, this might be an opportune time to start.”

Leslie looked over at her daughter.  “What do you think, baby? Do you think it would help if I was there to assist you?”

“I don’t know, mom,” Maude replied.  “But if Miss Adams says so, then I think we should give it a shot.”

“OK, honey.  Let’s do that.”

“Brilliant!” said Miss Adams.  “Trust me, Maude. This is just what you need.  Shall I bring out my TA?”

“Mmhmm,” mother and daughter replied in unison.

Miss Adams grinned.  “Aaron!”

The door swung open and Aaron strolled inside; the handsome young man strutting across the classroom with a confident swagger only a man with a 10 inch slab of meat tucked away in his undies can possess. 

“Here he is, ladies.  Maude, why don’t you start by whipping down those boxers?  Let’s show your mom that cock!”

Maude rose from her chair and knelt at Aaron’s feet.  She clutched two handfuls of his white cotton undies and tugged them down, the TA’s soft, though immensely long prick falling free and dangling pendulously between his thighs.

“Oh my God!  He’s huge!” Leslie exclaimed, blue eyes bulging upon sight of his dong.  “He’s even bigger than that guy I ordered for us while your father was out of town!”

“Get that dick in your mouth, Maude,” said Miss Adams from behind her desk.  “Let’s get that thing nice and hard. I’m sure you already know this, Leslie, but your daughter is a fantastic cocksucker.”

“Oh, I do, Miss Adams.  I do. She got an A+ in Blowjob 101, don’t you know?”

“I can believe it.  Miss Beckinsale taught her well.”

Maude gripped Aaron’s cock in her hands (even in its flaccid state it, his wang was still long enough to fill two mits with room to spare) and fed the crown between her lips.  She sucked at the big pink head and stroked the lengthy shaft, feeling the limp prick stiffen and grow in her mouth and hands as she worked it over. 

Leslie watched on from her seat at the desk; the blonde MILF gazing longingly at Aaron’s rod as Maude released it from her lips, the giant member already vastly outmeasuring her husband’s dick despite having yet to reach its full rigidity. 

“Here, why don’t I give you a hand with that, baby?” she said, squatting down beside her daughter.

Maude was, in fact, doing a fine job on her own.  By this stage she was sucking away at Aaron’s balls while she stroked his cock, the thick rod seeming to get harder and longer with each pass of her silken hand.  But Aaron had easily the biggest dick Leslie had ever seen, and she simply coudn’t let the opportunity to suck such a large hunk of meat pass her by. 

She guided the ever swelling head between her lips and worked them along the shaft; the girthy rod growing and growing to the point that she was wondering if it would ever stop.  Finally, after what felt like aeons had passed, Aaron’s dick had grown to its full 10 inches, the veiny prong throbbing between her lips and against her tongue as it reached its final mass.  She retracted it from her maw, stroking the shaft as she beheld the mammoth schlong in all its full, erect glory.   

“OK, let’s lube this thing up,” said Leslie, jerking the massive member with both her dexterous hands.

Miss Adams fetched her box of sex toys from under her desk- a treasure trove of exotic marital aids that Maude was already more than fimiliar with- and took out a bottle of lube. 

“Here you are, Leslie,” she said, sliding the bottle across her desk, her fellow MILF catching it in her painty paw as it tumbled over the edge.

“Thank you, Miss Adams.”

Leslie flicked open the cap and drizzled a long trail of the clear, slick goo across Aaron’s rock hard pole.  She set the bottle down on the carpet and gripped his dick at the base, gazing up at the TA she stroked his dick, greasing the mighty wang from tip to base. 

“There,” she said, inspecting the rod from all angles as she admired her handiwork.  “That’ll do nicely.”

“Here, Maude, why don’t you bend over my desk,” Miss Adams suggested as she rose from her seat.

“Great idea, Miss Adams,” Leslie agreed.  She turned to her daughter. “Take those clothes off, baby, and get in position.”

Maude stood and pulled off her top, baring her perky, young titties.  Then, she inched down her frayed denim short shorts, removing her skimpy white cotton panties along with them.  She leant over the edge of the teacher’s desk, gazing nervously over her shoulder as Aaron stroked his massive, greased up wang.  Miss Adams squeezed a glob of lube onto Maude’s asshole and smeared it around with her dexterous fingers.

“Ready, Aaron?” she asked, standing beside her student and spreading her student’s ass cheeks for the coming invasion.

“Always,” he replied as he stepped up to the plate, long flesh bat ready to swing. 

Leslie leant over the desk opposite her daughter, looking deep into her eyes as she stroked her glossy brown hair.

“Just relax those glutes, OK, honey.  Trust me, you’re going to love it.”

Aaron pressed the tip of his wang against Maude’s puckered pink sphincter and pushed; the skittish senior yelping in pain as the girthy tip split her asshole open.

“It’s OK, baby.  It’s OK,” said Leslie, clasping her daughter’s hand.  “Deep breaths, OK, sweetie?”

Maude nodded, blowing out sharp, ragged breaths like a birthing woman undergoing contractions.  Aaron continued to push, placing a hand on the small of her back as he fed his turgid schlong slowly, (literally) agonisingly so, into the student’s rectum.  Maude’s asshole fought the giant dong for every solitary centimetre, and despite a good deal of exertion on his part, Aaron had yet to fit even a single inch through the stubborn pink slot. 

“Hmm, I think we’re gonna need a little more lube,” Miss Adams declared, clocking the minimal progress of her TA’s thick wang. 

She gathered the bottle and gave it a squeeze; the tawny starlet damn near draining the entire thing as she soaked Aaron’s dong in grease.  She ran her hand up and down the shaft; Aaron’s member so drenched in the sticky goo that her hand glided from the head to the root and back in a fraction of a second.  The extra dousing had helped but only to a point, and it still took every ounce of Aaron’s considerable musculature to guide his length inside. Finally, the first inch slipped inside, then the second, then the third; every span of thick, veiny meat causing the third year student to squawk and squeal anew as it slid into her rectum. 

Aaron began to buck his hips, working his dick back and forth and guiding an extra inch into the senior’s virgin hole with every motion.  Maude continued to emit all manner of ear piercing sounds; her high-pitched yelps sounding less like pain and more like pleasure with each passing second as Aaron’s wang started to ream her backdoor.  Before long, he was pounding away at her maiden rear with little mercy, this thick, swollen cockhead tunneling deeper into her anal passage with each new thrust.

“You’re doing great there, Maude,” said Miss Adams, looking back at her student as Aaron’s girthy rod surged through her virgin tunnel.  “Just a few more inches to go.”

“Oh, wow!  I’m so proud of you, sweetie,” Leslie added, kissing the back of her daughter's hand.  “Just look how well you’re taking that dick! How does it feel, baby?”

“It feels amazing, mom!” Maude replied, her pained expression now morphed into one of rapturous ecstasy as Aaron’s giant dong drilled her rear end.  “It feels fucking amazing!”

Aaron gripped Maude’s hips, holding the slender brunette in place as he pounded her from behind.  His balls swung back and forth, the heavy, cum-filled orbs slapping against the student's clit as he plowed her tight pink ass.  Another inch vanished into her rectum. Then another. Then another. Soon, he was hitting it ballsdeep; the chiseled young stud driving his dick right to the hilt, his bulging crown mining into the darkest depths of her colon with each pass.

“Goddamn, Maude!” Miss Adams exclaimed.  “You’ve taken the whole thing!”

“Oh my god!  You hear that, baby?” Leslie asked.  “You’ve got every inch of that big, fat cock in your tight little ass!”

She certainly did.  In fact, by this stage, Aaron’s muscled pelvis was clapping against her asscheeks with each pass, the force of each thrust making her entire body shake as he buried his cock in her peachy, round rear. 

“Oh, fuck!”  Muade squealed.  “It’s so fucking deep!”

“It is, baby!” Leslie purred in response.  “It’s BALLS freakin’ deep! You gonna cum, sweetie?”

“YES!  Yes, mom, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Cum then, baby.  Scream this fucking school down.  Do it, baby. Cum for mommy!”

No further encouragement was needed.  Aaron sunk his dick into Maude’s murky depths one final time, sparking an intense, bone rattling orgasm that made, not only Miss Adams’ desk, but the entire room rumble, like a subway train was passing overhead.   

“UUUHHH!  FUUUCCCKKK!!!” she screamed, a deep, guttural cry that surged from her throat like a lion’s roar. 

Aaron, Miss Adams and even Leslie exchanged glances; the trio seemingly unaware that a young lady so lithe and petite could even emit such a sound.

“See, Maude,” said Miss Adams.  “Didn’t we tell you you’d love it?”  She looked up at Aaron. “Now pull that dick out, baby.  I wanna taste her ass right off of that cock!”

“Mmm, me too,” Leslie added, scurrying around to the other side of the desk and squatting beside her daughter.

Soon, Maude’s backside had two gorgeous, mature faces flanking it from either side.  Aaron prized his dick from the vice-like grip of her snug pink asshole and plunged it into each of the waiting mouths in turn.  He started with Leslie; the handsome TA steering his dong straight into her gaping pink maw and giving her a taste of her daughter’s ass right off of his rod.  Leslie sucked at his big, fat cock like a child with a popsicle; the pretty blonde MILF slurping up her offspring’s juices until it was almost sparkling clean. Then, she passed it into Miss Adams, allowing the A-list teacher to mop up the last of the fluids, until Aaron’s wang was practically glistening with a cocktail of saliva.

“What do you say we show her some more positions now, Miss Adams?” Leslie suggested, grinning naughtily as she stroked Aaron’s dripping wang.

“Good idea, Leslie,” Miss Adams replied.  She reached around and gave Aaron a hearty slap on the butt.  “Lay down.”

Aaron sprawled out on his back across the desk.

“OK, Maude, let’s try a little cowgirl,” Miss Adams went on.  “This is a great position, ‘cause you get to be in control.”

Maude climbed up onto the desk and straddled Aaron’s frame. 

“Just aim that dick at your asshole, sweetie, and lower yourself onto it.”

Maude gripped Aaron’s dick at the base and pointed the thick, round head at her greedy, winking asshole.  She sunk down onto his cock, her sphincter stretching as it slipped inside.

“Mmm!” she groaned as it entered her; the bulging pink crown venturing up into her rectum as she lowered herself on his rod.

“Hmmhmm,” Leslie chuckled, grinning at her daughter’s satisfied whine and the look of ecstasy etched across her face.  “You’re starting to like that, aren’t you, baby?”

“Uh huh,” Maude groaned, bringing a hand down to tease her clit as she rocked slowly atop Aaron’s muscled form. 

“This boy sure knows how to work that rod,” Leslie declared, unbuttoning her blazer and slipping it off.  “I wonder what he’s like with his tongue.”

With that, Leslie removed the rest of her clothing and hopped up onto the desk.  She threw her leg over Aaron’s torso and perched down on his face. Aaron knew just what to do next.  Leslie’s peachy, round buns had barely alighted upon his person before he shot out his tongue; the burly young hunk sinking it right up into her puckered asshole. 

“Ohh, fuck!” Leslie gasped, eyes popping; the fair-haired actress evidently unprepared for the chiseled TA to devour her so greedily right off the bat. 

But he wasn’t done yet and no sooner had his tongue plunged into her rectum, was he wagging it around in there like a deadly viper; the chiseled TA rooting around in her juicy rump like he was searching for his keys. 

“Ohh!  Ohh, yes!” Leslie purred, her voice aquiver.  “Yeah, baby, just like that!” She reached around and gripped a handful of his hair, shoving his face so deep into her crack that he couldn’t have escaped if his life depended on it (and, who knows, maybe it did).  “Get up in that ass like you mean it!”

While he ate Leslie’s ass, Maude continued to ride his muscled frame, her tight, gripping asshole venturing further down his girthy shaft with each pass, until her supple, round buns were clattering against her thighs.  But it didn’t end there, and as if anally probing two members of the same celebrity family with different parts of his anatomy wasn’t enough, Aaron soon felt the attentions of a third unrelated, though equally gorgeous and famous woman, as Miss Adams squatted between his thighs and started sucking on his balls!

Aaron was on cloud nine; the young hunk practically buried alive under a pile of A-list beauties and enjoying every second of it.  He grasped Leslie’s shapely MILF ass with all his might; his strong fingers digging into the creamy white orbs as he tongued at her anus, scoffing at her delicious, round rump like it was his last meal.  Meanwhile, Maude was hopping and bouncing atop his shredded form like there was no tomorrow; the horny senior riding his massive dong like a cowgirl at a rodeo. Then, Aaron reached down and gripped Maude’s waist, holding the brunette in place as he bucked his hips and drove his dong up into her ass.

“Uhh, JESUS!” she cried, reaching down to knead her clit as he threw his dick up into her; the mighty member snaking deep into her colon with each pass.

“Yeah, that’s it, honey.  Play with your pussy like that,” Leslie cooed, mirroring her daughter’s actions with some strumming of her own; the blonde beauty kneading her pulsing bud as she perched on Aaron’s face.  “Make yourself cum, baby. I want us both to get off together.”

Miss Adams circled around to the side of her desk, making out with mother and daughter alike as they squatted over her TA’s brawny young body. 

“Yeah, come on, ladies,” she purred, fixing both women in turn with intense, simmering eye contact.  “Shoot those loads! Drench that stud in those luscious lady liquids!”

Leslie and Maude thrummed themselves like mad, their almost genetically identical bodies trembling all over as huge, veiny cocks and skilled, wet tongues alike burrowed into their related rectums.  Then, in what can only be described as a mother-daughter bonding experience like no other, both women came; emitting harsh, deafening screams as twin jets of clear, wet girlspunk blasted from their twats, drencing Aaron and each other in a deluge of frizzling fluids. 

“Uh, holy fuck!” both women sighed in panting, gasping unison as they climbed down from Aaron’s body, leaving the handsome TA half drowned in a sea of slippery squirt juice. 

“Damn, girls!” Miss Adams exclaimed.  “That was quite a show! You ladies really are close, aren’t you?  Me and my mom just eat ice cream and watch movies together!”

Leslie and Maude laughed as they approached the auburn beauty and flanked her from either side.  Two sets of soft, feminine hands roamed across Miss Adams’ toned body as she found herself sandwiched between the third year scholar and her hot, A-list mother.  She and Maude locked lips as the student undid her blazer, Leslie kissing her neck as she slid it down her arms. Miss Adams turned her head and made out with Leslie, Maude unbuttoning her blouse and unzipping her pants. 

Aaron watched on from the desk, stroking his squirt-drenched cock as he watched the mother-daughter duo undress his gorgeous boss; his brain nearly bursting as he tried to discern just what wondrous, fourway delights were coming his way next.  By now, Miss Adams was entirely nude, Leslie and Maude trailing licks and kisses across her naked body.

“Bend over the desk. Leslie,” she said.  “I’ve got an idea.”

Aaron climbed down from the desk and Leslie took his place; squirt juices further soaking her torso as she leant over the wet surface.  Miss Adams clambered up next; kneeling on the edge of the desk and setting her ass down on top of Leslie’s. Maude, the youngest and most supple of the three, went up last; completing the trifecta with a third set of peachy, round buns, perched atop her teacher and mother like a stack of pancakes, squirt juices trickling over all three bodies like a jug of maple syrup. 

Aaron slathered his dick in a further dose of lube and looked across at the triple decker sandwich of gorgeous A-list women stacked up before him; all three of them fixing him with all manner of sultry stares, giggling and making out with one another, in wait of his greased up wang.  He started at the bottom and worked his way up. He poked his crown against Leslie’s asshole and entered; guiding the bulbous helmet into her experienced rectum with far greater ease than he had her daughter.

And speaking of her daughter, she was next to experience the wonders of his sexual prowess when he lent forward and buried his face in her ass; the handsome TA tonguing at Maude’s ass while he fucked her mom.  Moans and groans chorused up and down the stack of celebs from top to bottom; the lion’s share coming from Leslie, as Aaron worked his thick, lengthy schlong back and forth in her rectum, drilling harder and deeper into her anal cavity with each pass.

Then he moved onto Miss Adams.  Her ass was positioned a little too high for his tall frame to reach, but no problem- he pulled up her desk chair and climbed aboard.  He squatted slightly until he found the perfect height, pointed his dick against her round, winking anus and steered it inside. His raised stance didn’t allow for the smoothness of rhythm of his previous position, but he plowed away at Miss Adams’ shapely MILF ass as best he could; sinking his bulging pink crown into her darkest recesses with every motion. 

The seat groaned and creaked beneath him as he pounded his boss’ ass, and Aaron feared it may give way entirely, leaving him on the receiving end of a rather painful bedroom related injury as his muscled form went tumbling to the ground.  But the chair held strong, its sturdy frame capable of withstanding not only the TAs massive, sinewy bulk, but also his practiced sexual manoeuvres like it had been crafted with that purpose in mind.

Then, as he moved up to the top tier, Aaron’s positioning grew bolder still.  He climbed up onto the desk, squatting legs spread over the stack of women, his bare feet teetering on each edge as he pressed his dickhead against Maude’s fledgling rear and guided it in.  This position, precarious though it may have been, allowed for a greater range of motion, and Aaron leant over the pile of women, hammering his dick down into Maude’s back entrance with little restraint.  Coos and groans continued to chorus beneath him, the sounds and sights of his tawny boss making out with student and student’s mother alike, causing his dick to twitch and throb in the depths of Maude’s bowels. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he blurted it out, virtually bellowing it into Maude’s ear as he swathed her slender frame.

“Wait, wait!” barked Miss Adams from between her two companions.  “Not in there!”

Aaron pulled out of Maude’s rear and practically leapt down off the table.  The women came down after him one by one, and Maude took her mother’s position on the desk.

“Do it over her ass!” Miss Adams ordered, pointing down at Maude’s peachy rear as it stuck out over the edge of the desk.

Aaron was back inside the student’s rump in the blink of an eye, pounding away at her budding backdoor like there was no tomorrow.  Meanwhile, Leslie and Miss Adams had circled around behind him and squatted beside one another. They nestled together and shot out their tongues; the gorgeous MILF duo taking turns to lick at Aaron’s stripwaxed rear, meeting each counterthrust with a wet plunge into the depths of his rectum.

Having just spent the better part of an hour plowing away at not one, not two, but three tight, A-list butts, the tandem tonguing of his own silky smooth rear proved to be a bridge too far.  Aaron prized his dick from Maude’s snug pink asshole and started jerking, Leslie and Miss Adams still lapping at his anus as he prepared to plaster the student’s bottom with his seed. 

His hand roamed up and down the length of his dong at a mile a minute; two slick red tongues alternating deep pases into his backside as he pulled himself off.  Leslie, Miss Adams; Leslie, Miss Adams- their moist flesh seeming to sink further into his anal cavity and tickle more of his intimate areas each time. His dick pumped and pulsed in his trembling hands, the young stud violently beating his meat until finally it went off.

“URRRGGGHHH!” he roared as his dick erupted; a copious wad of gooey spunk spewing from his tip and hitting a lot more than its intended target as it splattered across his female counterpart.

Aaron’s load had sprayed across Maude’s ass, make no mistake of that.  The thing was, it had doused nigh on every other stretch of a smooth, alabaster skin along with it; thick ropes of the stuff travelling all the way up her back and even peaking at the long brown strands of her hair.  In short, he’d made one hell of a mess, but never fear, Leslie and Miss Adams were on hand to clean it up. They lapped up every last ounce of spunk from the student’s frame in double quick time, sharing it out with a long, sloppy kiss before gulping it down.

“Oh my god!  This school is amazing!” Leslie declared, licking her cum-smeared lips.  “I can’t believe I let Judd come to the last two parent-teacher nights! What was I thinking?!”

Miss Adams chuckled.  “Yeah, I remember Mr Apatow coming along to this last year.  I must say though, Leslie, you’re a lot more fun!”

“It was incredible!” Leslie replied.  “I hope Iris wants to come here too, so I can come back next year!”

“Me too!” Maude added.  “Does this school have a teacher-sister night too, Miss Adams?”

Miss Adams laughed.  “Not that I know of, Maude.  But I’m sure Principal Vergara wouldn’t object if you wanted to come along too.  I know Aaron here certainly wouldn't. Would you, baby?”

“Hmm?” Aaron asked with all the strength he could muster, the muscled TA looking only moderately conscious as he slumped back in the teacher’s chair. 

“Aww!  He’s a little tired, bless him,” Miss Adams grinned.  “You better wake up, honey. Leslie here was only our second parent of the evening.”  Aaron gulped nervously as she continued. “We’ve got another eight to come yet!”

End of Chapter 7