Nexus Facility 6

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Next part of Nexus - Ian meets the alumni, around 3300 words here.

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The school's reception area was a stonebuilt annex towards the West Wing of the building. It could double up as a conference centre but its more customary use was as entertainment room to facilitate visiting guests. These days it was more commonly employed as an area where alumni could comfortably gather to swap stories, congregate, have a glass of wine or two, do a bit of networking or otherwise reminisce about the good old days. Since the school was going from strength to strength, and particularly on account of the wholly favourable publication of Ian's arrival, more and more alumni were eager to visit to sample the delights of his now 19-incher for themselves, an innovation that 100% of the female ex-students were rueful that it was a pleasure they had never been extended to them during their studies.

Ian opened the door to the suite and took stock of the situation. His ruminations in his office had meant that he had missed the introductions, but he was by now used to being advertised as a star attraction and as such turning up late to such occasions added a little bit of a glamour element as the assemblage of horny whores anticipated his arrival. There was, as usual and as expected, a cacophony of groans, pleasurable shrieks, and an absolute symphony of disgustingly lewd epithets being thrown about.

Since many of the male members of staff were either unaccountably indisposed or otherwise thin on the ground, Summer Summerskill, who was in charge of school outreach and alumni engagement had set the whole thing up as a ‘meet the students’ sort of deal. Summer had started in PE after an unwisely enormous breast augmentation had put paid to a gymnastics career and had swiftly gone full slut upon employment at the school, but Miss Hart’s more than capable command of the department meant she had a few spare hours for alumni networking.

Ian surveyed the scene in front of him. It was already in full swing. Absolutely huge-breasted stacked hardbodies parade around the room, none of which he actually recognized. Gleaming, supple, tight-bodied porndolls were engaged variety of debauched involvements with each other and with current school students.

The centrepiece was a highly promising and hugely endowed second year student, Robert Cummings, who was in the middle of the room, totally naked, and the 19-year-old was sporting an incredibly full erection. The schoolboy’s ridiculously gargantuan and obscenely distended male organ was jutting horizontally out in front of him, and Robert had his arms clasped behind his back. Ian didn't have a perfect recall of the penile dimension of his opponents around the school, but Robert was well known for an inhumanly sized member. Robert was facing towards him, and Ian noticed that his teeth were gritted.

Ian knew Robert well from quite a few engagements throughout his short career, and had the schoolboy down as his most dependable aide, barring perhaps Charles Woodcock-Splatterwell. Not many of the male members of the school – including the staff – had gone up against the triple threat of Diamond Gazongas, Sanddy Sexton, and Candy Hart without having to have some sort of psychological treatment and/or emergency fluid replenishment afterwards, and Ian was glad to have Robert on his side. Admittedly, Robert and Sanddy were dating, but there were rumours that the gorgeous blonde bimbo fuckdoll teenager – a good girl really – was having her head turned by other, prodigiously endowed students.

What was immediately evident, was that Robert’s insanely jacked, vascular pork-prong was being used as an improvised coffee table. There were women, two on one side two on the other, seated on chairs in front of him. Perched on Robert's penis were porcelain China cups and saucers, and occasionally one of the women would reach, out take a sip from one of the cups, and replace it back on top of its saucer where it balanced upon the immense meat monolith. The colossal, angry-looking dorsal vein that extended down Robert’s fuck tube was throbbing dangerously and threatening to unbalance the four bits of fine china that were balanced on it.

A bucket had been placed at the end of Robert’s fluently drooling fleshy appendage that was almost brimful which was functioning to catch the heavy splatter of drops that pattered out of the bulbous crown of his monstrous dick. The quartet of massive-canned, indecently-attired whores were seemingly oblivious to the debauched spectacle that they were participating in, which of course had the effect of making the whole things seem that much hotter.

Robert caught Ian's eye and grimaced nervously as Ian entered the room and closed the door behind him. Ian was well aware that Robert could lay pipe with the absolute best of them, and he could tell that it was taking an enormous effort of will for Robert to persevere in maintaining the horizontal vector of his gigantic meatstick.

In the corner of the room Ian could see a statuesque and tattooed blond standing up, bent over a table. A queue of male students had formed behind her and the line was so long that it was leading out of the adjoining door. She was being serviced in her back door, and even from across the room, Ian could easily see how widely her ringpiece was distended. One last schoolboy was exhaustedly heaving with fatigue, sweat-soaked body going through a shuddering rictus as he unloaded his monster cum-gun in the blonde’s rectal passage. In a few seconds, the meat python, defeated, squelched out of the slut’s gaping hole and drooped towards the floor, while the next in line jammed his vein-riddled pork sword into her welcoming, dripping guts.

Next to her, a tanned, slutty MILF was on her haunches, jerking two cocks simultaneously into an eagerly opened mouth. Neither of the young studs had unloaded yet, and it actually seemed like some form of conversation was taking place between the trio, as every time the hardbody whore took one of the bulging shafts out from between her luscious, inflated lips, there was some interchange about how things had been in her day, before the next turgid fuck pipe shut her up by either getting jammed in her cheek or clogging her gullet.

Summer appeared at Ian's elbow. Her enormous, massive, protruding, gleaming, chest volleyballs appeared about a second before she did. Summer had a peroxide blonde buzz cut, floral tattoos on each arm, black rimmed glasses, and the top of her black latex bodysuit unzipped all the way down to her pussy.

‘Mr White’, Summer said, ‘I'm so glad that you could find the time to join us. Everyone will be so thrilled.’

‘Always pleased to press the flesh with some of the old girls,’ commented Ian.

‘Definitely,’ she said, ‘Would you care to meet some of our especially important attendees today?’

Ian nodded.

‘We haven’t got enough male members of staff around as you know – that’s who the old girls want to see, they want to reconnect with their old teachers – so I’ve had some of the first years come in to give them the feel of how we do things now.’

‘Good idea.’

‘That’s Delecta Sparxxx,’ Summer said, ‘she wanted to get assfucked by every male student in the school. They’re queuing up.’

‘Isn’t that going to prove difficult?’ Ian said.

‘Yes. I’m having to make do with a first year class. When they bust, I ask them to join the end of the line again. She won’t know the difference.’

Summer gestured over to the centre of the room, but not before running one single longing index finger the entire length of Ian's 19-inch vascular fuck-python.

‘I haven’t had this inside me nearly enough, this monster…’

‘I’m quite busy at the moment,’ Ian said.

‘So I hear,’ Summer said, ‘the girls of 4E were quite worn out after you taught them the other day. Couldn’t do a thing with them…’

Ian couldn’t help himself and stuck out a hand to grope one of Summer’s immense knockers, poking out of her bodysuit.

‘Were they that exhausted?’ Ian asked, squeezing the incredibly taut, firm surface of Summer’s round cans, ‘fuck your tits feel amazing, they’re fucking melons!’

‘They were fucking plastered to the desks! Had to use a spatula to unstick a few of them from the surfaces,’ Summer continued, ‘is it me, Ian, or are you getting more and more potent the more responsibility you undertake?’

‘I just keep taking the pills,’ Ian said.

‘And the rumours about this fucking monster acquiring another inch?’

‘All true.’

Summer groaned and clasped her fingers around the spongy head of Ian’s obscenely distended member, ‘nineteen…? God… you’ll have to let me do another photoshoot for the alumni magazine to commemorate it.’

‘Sounds good,’ Ian said.

Summer grinned. ‘Just you and a few choice members of female staff. Myself included of course. We can’t let students have all the fun. We’ll see how many of our faces we can fit around it now…’

‘I’ll leave it in your capable hands,’ Ian said.

‘I’ll hold you to that,’ Summer said, ‘now follow me.’

Summer led Ian by his ginormous penis to the centre of the room, where the quartet of gorgeous sluts were assembled around Robert.

‘It’s so hard to find a good man,’ one was saying.

‘On the contrary ladies,’ Summer said, ‘it’s good to find a hard man…’

Ian pointed his nineteen-inch fuck cannon at the dick-cum-coffee-table group.

‘Please may I introduce our guests today, Mr White, all alumni today. We have Billie Balloons, Cumstrumpet, Tania Spendlove and Venus St Vincent.’

Now that he was closer, Ian did recognise Billie Balloons, mainly because he hadn’t been looking at her Face. Billie was a 30 year old mega pornstar who had acted – if that was the word – a few times with Tanya Monroe herself, and was famed for her absolutely ginormous pair of melons, a colossal pair of massively inflated and heavy spherical blimps that sat up so high on their chest they were bulging underneath her chin. The measurement of the globes escaped Ian, but the whole effect was of a walking set of tits. Both of them were fully exposed and Ian felt an urgent throb in his dick as he saw for the first time in the flesh the set of gargantuan cans that had taken the loads of fifteen-hundred LA porn studs a few years ago, causing a slight hiatus in the adult biz a fortnight after as the male talent tried to recompose itself. Billie had sleeve tattoos, deeply bronzed skin, tumbling blonde hair and a cute upturned nose, with what appeared to be a pair of cutoff denim shorts and classic see-through stacked stripper sandals. She looked like every 2000s porndoll poured into one.

‘They’re even bigger in the flesh,’ Ian said. ‘Fuck.’

‘So is that…’ Billie drawled, eyes fixed on Ian’s behemoth prong that has started to wave up and down excitedly. She hefted a picture of the alumni magazine, featuring Ian’s dick in relief, ‘came to see if this was true or just false advertising!’

Ian laid his hands open. His absolutely colossal and angrily pulsating fuckhammer throbbed in front of him, and he clenched his pc muscle hard to jack the vascular beast up and down to her, making it nod.

‘I don’t think you’ll be citing the Trades Descriptions Act any time soon…’

Billie cooed.

‘I’m Cumstrumpet,’ Cumstrumpet said, looking up at him through her lashes with a vacuous pornslut stare, mouth hanging open. ‘Can I suck your cock?’

‘Nice to meet you,’ Ian said.

‘Cumstrumpet only graduated a couple of years ago,’ Summer explained, ‘Cumstrumpet is the onlyfans name, is that right…’

‘I nearly went with Spunkhuntress,’ Cumstrumpet said, ‘it was a toss-up.’

Cumstrumpet winked at Ian, or rather his penis. She probably wasn’t much older than 21, and she had the same enormous mega-boobs of every woman associated with the school, two gleaming golden orbs straining against a shiny bikini top. She had an impressively muscled pack of tight abdominal muscles and bikini bottoms with straps tied over her hips with a metallic sheen.

I’m the top like 0.0000000001%, so I can guarantee it’ll be reallygood,’ the young slut said.

‘I’ve no doubt,’ Ian said. He twitched his dick in her direction with all the subtelty of an elephant waving its trunk.

‘Which of you is Tanya and which is Venus?’

Ian got no response from the other two. Both of the stacked bimbo sluts were completely dicknotised by the monstrous weapon protruding from his groin. To emphasise the fact that he was addressing them, he turned his hips so that the mammoth, gleaming fuck club was pointing directly at them. Two pairs of ripe lips were opened in round O shapes.

‘O-’

‘My-‘

‘God-‘

‘What-‘

‘The-‘

‘Fuck-’

‘Is-‘

‘That…’

They shared the words between them with perfect synchronisation, their eyes never leaving the turgid, brawny schlong levelled at them.

One of them was in her mid-thirties, deeply bronzed, in lapdancer’s attire of a skin-hugging, slinky, revealing, lycra club dress, mesh stockings and stacked heels. She had inflated lips and an undercut with a cascade of pink hair going over the other side. She had the word ‘WHORE’ scrawled in detailed swirling script on her chest underneath the massive pair of flesh torpedoes that she sported. Cavernous, deep cleavage loomed as her jutting tits thrust out.

The other was in a pink, skintight, flesh-hugging catsuit open to the waist. This slut had a smouldering, plump-lipped, arched-eyebrow look, but the tits protruding from the opened zip were sticking out more than six inches in front of her.

‘Ladies?’ Ian said.

‘I’m Venus…’ the lapdancer-attired one said, eyes never leaving Ian’s dick.

‘I’m Venus,’ the other one said firmly, ‘fuck me Tania are you ever cockstruck!’

‘Can you blame me?’

‘Venus runs a clothing line now,’ Summer explained, ‘highly popular - in fact I’m wearing a lot of it now…’

‘It’s for sluts,’ Venus confirmed, grinning. ‘Fetish stuff, things to allow girls to show their assets off…’

‘And what do you do, Tania?’ Ian said.

‘I’m a whore,’ Tania said, ‘Just a fucking whore. I’m sure all these old girls admit to being sluts but I’m one of the only ones proud to be called a whore.’

‘Ladies, you’re all whores to me,’ Ian said.

‘Such a gentleman. Summer, where did the school find him?’

‘Yeah, we never had teachers like him in my day,’ Billie said, ‘more’s the pity.’ The monster-titted babe reached out and took a cup and saucer from Robert’s humongous fleshmast, ‘had to make do with Archie Baker in maths if you wanted so much as a footlong…’

‘I must have left just before you arrived, Ian,’ said Cumstrumpet with a luscious mock-pout, ‘such a shame. Ian, you might have seen me in the Drama studio? There’s a picture in the studio, or there was when I left, twelve angry men…?’

‘Oh,’ said Ian. It rang a bell. ‘Is that your asshole in the poster? I never imagined I’d see one with twelve dicks inside it.’

‘That’s me,’ Cumstrumpet almost sang, pleased with herself, and reached out for a sip of tea.

‘They really did look angry.’

‘Not after I’d finished with them. Took the curtain call standing on a mound of bodies of so-called actors…’

‘Fucking whore…’ Ian said. He meant it. He was impressed.

‘Thanks.’

‘What happened to Archie Baker, Summer?’ Billie asked.

‘He, uh, retired,’ Summer said. Her smile was fixed.

‘Hardly surprising,’ Billie said, ‘old codger was nearly clapped out by the time I got here. My class was evidently too much for him.’

Billie put the teacup back on the part of Robert’s penis nearest the sprouting, tensed sinews of the base. It rattled, but stayed stable.

‘I don’t remember any Mr Baker,’ said Cumstrumpet, ‘must have been before my time. Mr Mendoza was my favourite. I learned so much from him about acting. He encouraged me to audition for Twelve Angry Men. Quite the inspiration. And he had to audition so many girls. Everyone wanted that part. I remember quite distinctly I was the last in the day and he’d been through so many other girls. Then… well, have you guys ever manged to give a guy who has just blown his wad an erection in two seconds? Nearly hit himself in the jaw…’

Having taught Drama on his first day as a substitute, Ian wasn’t surprised to hear that there had been quite a few teachers in that capacity that hadn’t quite been able to stay the course. Mr Mendoza was evidently long gone before he had arrived.

‘I was thinking of paying him a visit today,’ Cumstrumpet said, ‘let him see what I’d made of myself?’

Summer coughed and looked at the ground delicately. ‘He, ah, went back to South America,’ she said.

‘Oh, what a shame,’ Cumstrumpet said. She looked slightly put out, and reached for her teacup. It wobbled on Robert’s wood.

‘I remember Mr Mendoza,’ Venus said, ‘I used to model designs of the outfits of the stage costumes of the school plays for him.’

‘You never forget your favourite teacher…’ Billie said.

Tania’s jaw was just hanging open and drool was coming out of it as she surveyed every inch of Ian’s glossy wang.

‘Who’s your favourite teacher, Robert?’ Billie asked mischievously of the humongous-pronged student whose cock was projecting out in front of them all, ‘and don’t say Summer, that’s cheating.’

Robert grinned nervously. He appeared to think hard.

‘I suppose Mr White has given me the best direction to follow in life,’ he said.

There was a chorus of OOOOOOOs. The old girls liked that one.

‘Flattery will get you anywhere…’ Venus said.

‘It’s so much more progressive here now than it was in my day…’ Billie said.

‘Yes,’ Ian said, ‘and on that note, ladies…’

Ian clenched his pc muscle to direct the flared, bulging tip of his cockend down into the bucket that contained the sloppy discharge of Robert’s weeping bellend. The four assembled huge titted sluts goggled at the control he mastered over the muscular, inflated tube of meat that stuck out of his groin. Dipping it into the bucket, Ian pushed it downwards into the gluey, bubbly liquid and then withdrew it so that the first six inches of his monstrous pussy-destroying fuck-rod was coated in the viscous pre-ejaculate. Bringing it back up, he levelled it at the quartet of stacked fuckdolls, all of whose eyes were bulging at the spectacle, and then wrapped his fist around his bell-shaped cockend, squelching the schoolboy’s treacly fluid around it with a slick sound until it gleamed. Then he ran his fist back down every single one of the nineteen inches of the shaft, working the glistening liquid into it until it all shone juicily.

SPLAT – SPLAT – SPLAT – SPLAT!!!

Ian’s behemoth cum-cannon bulged, inflated four times, a ripple passing down its muscular cording, and at the end of each one, a heavy, wet, hot surge of thick, potent precum shot thumpingly out of his distended cockhole to shoot each one of the cups and saucers off Robert’s cock. Eight pieces of crockery smashed on the floor around their feet as Robert’s obscene, throbbing cunthammer was splattered with four surging sprays of hot, viscous, bubbly precum. He gasped.

Ian then turned to each of the whores and release another four splatterings.

SPLATTTTTTTT – A thick blast of hot, gluey, clear man mess exploded into Cumstrumpet’s face at point-blank range.

SPLOTTTTTTTTCCHHHHHH – the next rocket was directed diagonally across the table and squirted all over Tania’s nose, mouth and cheeks in a thick rope.

SSSSSPLATTT – Next to Tania, Venus received a heft precum-bolt to the eyeball that spattered against one side of her face. She winced.

THOTCCHHHCCHHH – Billie Balloons’ world-famous, basketball-sized, perfectly round and globular caramel-tanned tits were both drenched an inhumanly dense and volcanically-projected ejection of Ian’s penile monolith that lasted three seconds. The discharge absolutely covered the whore’s tits in a sticky, glistening, molten film of syrupy pre-ejaculate that left the blonde pornstar open mouthed and wide-mouthed as she slowly looked downwards in shock at the way that her massive fuck torpedoes had been treated.

‘We might be down on staff at the moment,’ Ian said, ‘but I can assure you all, I can do the work of ten men.’