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Exclusive SFS post: 'Fuckey and Foxy's Secret Plans - Part Two'
🕑 Added 2022-07-07 16:54:43 +0000 UTCHope you guys enjoy the next patreon-only installment of these two whores. Lots of precum popping off in this 3000 word post, 'A trip to the surgery'!
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‘Fuck!’ Cookie “Fuckey” de Luxe announced excitely, ‘It’s a Monday!’
She wasn’t wrong. It was Monday. There was no getting away from it. A school day.
‘But it ain’t just any Monday, Fuckey…’ came the reply, from next to her.
Fuckey giggled, and turned.
‘PLAN B!!!’ Both teen sluts shouted delightedly, high fiving.
They were up bright and early in their dorm room. Plan A was complete, and now both of them were just adding the cherry on top to the bimbofication part of the operation. Both teenage sluts were pneumatically pumped up with massive round basketball sized torpedo tits sticking out of their chests, slutty tattoos, beautifully tanned, with the roundest, bubblebutt booties, bronzed, athletic legs. The works. Totally naked, both of them had spent the morning oiling up their tight, bodies, rolling it all down their slender bodies, rippling stomachs and eye-popping curves, and the schoolgirl whores’ pairs of pink cunts now glistened with the wetness of them sliding their fingers and palms over each other. The flesh on their massive jutting tits and tight, ripped torsos was absolutely taut, stretched particularly tightly over their heaving spheroid globes, and while it was all fun and games to make each other squirt, they did need to get dressed.
Now, they struggled into their clothes.
Fuckey was wearing a black fishnet skintight leotard, that began with a tiny black strip over her pussy that widened a little until it swept up over her hips. Her monster jugs were just contained by the material, bulging out from underneath, both fully visible, the leotard fastening with a black studded choker around her neck. Fingerless gloves of a matching shiny material covered her hands while her legs were sheathed in shiny black vinyl thigh highs with platform soles.
Foxy was in platform-soled stripper sandals of shiny silver with transparent straps on her feet and eight-inch heels. A pink microskirt was essentially only barely covering her ass, the straps of her panties curving up from underneath it and sliding over her hips. The top halves of her knockers were just about covered with a tiny pink t-shirt that was pulled nearly all the way up so that the slogan on it could not be read. Reading wouldn’t have been high on the list of priorities of anyone that encountered her with the way that the twin bronzed globes of bulging underboobs titflesh burst out of her chest. They gleamed with oil, the taut skin shining.
‘Better than mortal man deserves,’ Foxy said, as the inseparable pair of teenage whores admired each other’s spellbindingly gorgeous faces and immaculate make up. Cavorting, twisting and twining like strippers round poles, giggled lustily.
‘Let’s go and break some hearts!’
Foxy laughed, opening the door, ‘you make it sound so romantic!’
‘Yeah, fuck that. Let’s break some cocks!’
Fuckey turned around and blew a kiss.
Against the wall and on the floor, piled in a messy mound of bodies, were the dozen male students that they had subjected to an all-night fuck fest in their room. Nothing stirred. They had reduced the group of cocksmiths into a pyramid of limp muscle and deflated cocks and heaped them against the corner of the room.
Somewhere, amongst the pile, a thick cock squirted a final splurting ejaculation as a last hurrah. A little spurt of spunk shot in the air and splattered down.
‘See you later boys!’ Fuckey shut their room behind them. There were fatigued groans.
At that, the pair of stunning eighteen-year-old sluts strutted in pornstar walk down their dormitory corridor, along the way that would connect it to the school buildings.
‘Let’s not break so many we get distracted,’ Foxy said, ‘we have work to do…’
It was time for Plan B alright.
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‘Remember,’ Fuckey said, running her hand through the long tresses of shiny chestnut hair that spilled over her back, ‘no fucking in the corridors…’
It was not easy to make an exhibition of yourself as you went anywhere down the school corridors. It was already a carnival of debauched hypersex with everyone casting it to the winds. Especially on Monday, when everyone was hyped up about the week ahead and getting to lessons. As they made their way into the main block, Foxy and Fuckey, dolled up and decked out like the sexiest teenage sluts ever, flaunting their massive tits and parading like cheap strippers, barely stood out.
As soon as they got round the first corner and pushed through the double doors of A Block, a gaggle of scandalously dressed teenage whores were standing. Coming up behind them, Foxy and Fuckey saw about a dozen killer bodies, with hot, peachy, pert asses, bronzed flesh, long-athletically toned and lean legs and an array of glossy hair, long and lustrous but also short and edgy. This was a group of second years that were catching up on their exploits from over the weekend, each trying to outdo each other with steamy and illicit tales of their misdemeanours.
‘So I wasn’t gonna get cockblocked on a “meet the parents” weekend, so the first thing I did was take his dad by surprise in the hall when we arrived and got right on my knees…’ someone was saying.
Next on the corridor, Foxy and Fuckey passed the whoreish goody-goody third year, Lana ‘Easy’ Lay on her knees, back against the wall, as she sent a pair of first years to heaven with her mouth. She didn't even stop to look up at the pair of bimbos as she continued to blow both of the incredibly long fuckpoles with greedy lust, vigorously choking herself on one huge cock, all the while stroking the other obscenely inflated, veiny dick with her other hand. Easy moaned loudly as one of the boys shoved his cockhead into the side of her cheek and made it bulge outwards like a chipmunk. Drool had begun to form and started to run down her chin in rivulets, cascading down her massive tits.
‘Hey Fuxey! I’m on a treasure hunt to find a filthy cunt. And then two of them show up!’
Fuckey and Foxy were completely used to being referred to by the contraction that spliced their names together, so both turned to see Jordan Hedges leaning cockily at a windowsill, admiring Easy’s double blowjob from across the hallway.
‘Damn,’ said Foxy, ‘let’s not get distracted…’
‘I’ll take care of it,’ said Fuckey.
As they passed Jordan, Fuckey lifted up her gloved hand to her face and spat a thick ‘p-TOO!!!’ into the palm. Locking eyes with the student, she momentarily stopped walking, struck a wide-legged stance in front of him and curled her hand in front of her groin as if she was stroking a cock. Grinding her hips back and forward, making a screwing motion, Fuckey leered nastily at him.
‘Why don’t you fuck your fist, pervert?’
Next to her, Foxy, no less indecently, gave him a knowing, superior look and raised her eyebrows, using her tongue to tent her cheek as she raised her fist near her mouth, going him the blowjob face.
‘Get it out, stud…’
‘Ngghghgghg!’ in flash, Jordan had opened his fly, his meaty prong had sprung out, and he had it in his hand, jacking and jerking it for the pair of bombshell porn whores and their lewd display.
‘Fucking couple of whores!’
The girls giggled and turned, keeping going down the corridor.
‘Make it a good load, stud!’ Foxy said, screwing her fingers into a single middle finger and flipping it to Jordan as they went on down the corridor.
‘Fuck!’ Fuckey gasped as a thick jet of precum that had been shot from Jordan’s cock splattered all over her ass. She looked over her shoulder and spread her fingers through the thick, pearly deposit, sucking it in her mouth.
‘Good shot baby!’ Foxy called, before Jordan could send another precum comet her way.
The girls made it past reception, and past the ‘Top of the Pops’ facial cumshot pinboard,* where a new first year slut called Krystal Kleya, a tattooed brunette bombshell with monster cans had two massive meaty schlongs bursting through her round cleavage from below and two giant veiny rods from the ide pumping white, thick ropes of cum into her gorgeous face. Other luminaries of the school, including Diamond Gazongas, Zoe Monroe and Sanddy Sexton were well represented there, each of them featured smiling as a clublike eighteen inch monstercock pointed at their face, quite often with them holding it at the base, squeezing hard to make the veins pop out of the beasts.
Past the reception, the two bimbo whores took a surreptitious turn and waited in the girl’s toilets for the bell to go and the crowds to thin so that everyone got to their lessons. Ordinarily there was no problem with the school getting students to go to lessons because everyone knew that there would be some new and original method of screwing, often demonstrated by a world expert in the field. There was no reason to skip class and every reason to go.
Except if you wanted to put plan B into operation.
The pair once again surveyed themselves in the gorgeous mirrors with rococo frames and gold leaf inlay. Foxy ran her fingers over Fuckey’s round, jutting ass, gathering up the thick, clear load that had been projected over it and was dribbling down the rounded contours of the firm, oiled booty.
‘Mmmmm…’ he does taste great, Fuckey, ‘maybe we could have blown him,’
Foxy laughed, ‘yeah, that was a nice little treat. But nothing compared to the BIG PRIZE that awaits u, Foxy. Let’s do it!’
‘Let’s do it.’
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Five minutes later they were at their destination. The nurse’s office.
In front of the waiting room was a sign on the wall, all in capitals. It read:
CAN FEMALE STUDENTS PLEASE STOP COMING TO THE NURSE’S OFFICE TO TRY TO GET HOLD OF THE SPERM BANK. WE HAVE MOVED THE SPERM BANK TO THE SECURE UNIT IN THE LUVVIT FACILITY WHERE IT IS NOW UNDER LOCK AND KEY. IF YOU NEED SPERM, SUCK COCK!
- NURSE PENNYWEATHER
‘Some girls and just fucking cum crazy,’ Foxy said. ‘I like cum as much as the next slut, but I ain’t going to break into the office and guzzle it!’
Outside the nurse’s office was a life-size photo cutout of Nurse Pennyweather mounted on a stand.
Nurse Pennyweather had her mouth hanging open in a ‘fuck me’ stare. As usual in her public health and information shots, it captured her in a cartoonishly illicit situation, so that in this instance she was in a front on stance while a giant, life-size, eighteen and a half inch vein-roped megadong protruded in from the side of the photo. The cock was cut off in the frame of the photograph just as the base, so it appeared disembodied, but there was no mistaking its inimitable character. It belonged to Ian White.
Protruding diagonally upwards, all the way up to Nurse Pennyweather’s gorgeous face, and attached to her chin with a drooping rope of precum, the buxom nurse was looking at the camera in astonishment, eyes wide in shock, a hand up near the side of her mouth to complete the effect.
A speech bubble coming out of her mouth read:
MALE STUDENTS. DON’T FORGET! ONE ENHANCEMENT PILL A DAY FOR A BEASTCOCK LIKE THIS!!
Nurse Pennyweather was in her customary PVC fetish nurse’s outfit, complete with platform-heeled stripper white thigh-highs, red mesh stockings with X’s at the top of her thighs, and white vinyl panties with thin straps that went up way over her hips. She was wearing a shiny vinyl white lap-coat, completely open, red skintight latex shiny glove that covered all of her arms, and a red latex corset with cutaway sections for the absolutely enormous pair of bronzed, gleaming, hemispherical tits that jutted out of her chest. As ever, a white PVC nurse’s cap topped her head, pinned to her cascading brunette hair.
‘One a day, eh?’ Fuckey mused, ‘we’ll see about that.’
The pair went into the waiting room that abutted the Nurse’s office.
It was full.
‘What the fuck?’ said Cookie.
There were twenty seats in the waiting room, and every single one of them was filled by a male student. It looked like one of the more high-concept episodes of ER.
‘It’s fucking full! At 9am! I thought we were gonna be first!’ Foxy moaned.
‘What the fuck are all you doing here?’ Cookie asked the room generally, exasperated.
She was greeted with a cacophony of moans. Most seemed exaggerated, for a variety of theatrical or comic effect. Something was up. Then she looked more closely at the cast of invalids.
‘Wait a minute…’ she said, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
It was increasingly clear that quite a lot of the ailments were on the more questionable side.
‘You guys aren’t sick!’ Fuckey deduced.
Of the twenty students, an awful lot of hasty-looking and provisional bandaging had been arranged, particularly around the groin area. In fact, on closer inspection, there was quite a lot of fleshy mammoth tubesteak on display, a good amount of which was currently being stroked.
‘I get it, I get it,’ Foxy said, rolling her eyes, ‘Monday rolls around and we’re all off to the medical office for a quick poke at the nurse!’
It seemed like a pretty accurate assessment. Hands on hips, Fuckey addressed Alessandro Cantino, who only yesterday had drilled her incredibly hard up the ass with his thick, beefy schlong, making her squirt her brains out.
‘What about you Alessandro?’ Foxy asked, ‘there wasn’t much wrong with you yesterday when you were shoving that meatstick up my cornhole!’
‘Foxy!’ said Alessandro, the monster appendage in question already out, his trousers open, the immense, fleshy prong sticking up in the air as he stroked it, ‘you know I’ve got a medical condition!’
‘And what is that?’
‘It won’t go down!’ Alessandro groaned theatrically, ‘it hasn’t gone down all weekend! The nurse needs to take a look at it!’
Alessandro grinned and clasped his hand around the slick, juicy length, stroking it harder for the tattooed brunette whore, who folded her arms across the towering projection of her mega jugs in consternation.
‘And you don’t look ill, Marcus!’ Fuckey demanded of the student next to Alessandro, a ripped black stud who also had his huge member lolling out of his jeans, the thick, gleaming length sticking out horizontally from his pelvis, a token effort of a couple of bandages loosely draped around it.
‘Hey Fuckey, it’s kind of embarrassing,’ Marcus replied with an insolent grin, jacking his pc muscle so that the lengthy black rod kicked itself up and down, flexing his pole to make it dance for her, ‘I can’t get it up! Need the nurse to take a look at it!’
The pink haired bimbo slut rolled her eyes, ‘Marcus, it’s the size of a butcher’s forearm. If you get any harder, you’ll take my eye out.’
‘Speaking of taking eyes out…’ came an incredibly intelligent contribution from the other side of the room.
Fuckey turned, just in time for a thick load of precum to explode against her face. Globs of the stuff were thrown everywhere, the force of the splatter tipping some of the tumbling, heavy threads over her head to land several feet behind the stacked hardbody bimbo, a couple splattering Foxy on her tits and shoulder too.
‘Fuck…’ Fuckey said, shocked but appreciatively, her eyebrows raised as the gooey mess dripped from her chin. Blinking, she cleared her eyes as best she could, before working out who had slimed her splatteringly. ‘Gerald!’
‘You don’t look sick either,’ Gerald said, guilty as charged. He had a dripping, erect horsecock and it was pointed in her direction.
Next to Gerald, Deejay also fisted his cock in a way that made it spurt an arc of precum that coursed through the air and smacked hard into Cookie’s face.
‘We’re both here because we can’t stop fucking spurting precum!’ he laughed.
Suddenly a thick blob of extremely viscous precum appeared at the widened tip of Gerald’s cumslit which was projected forwards in a beam. It flew through the air and ended up smacking against the centre of Foxy’s chest, sending a spatter of really thick prejizz between her knockers, much of the gluey substance pasted onto the inner shapes of her jugs underneath the t-shirt.
‘Fuck!’ said Foxy
After a few seconds a huge gout of precum spurted from the tip of Deejay’s’s monster shaft and splattered all over Fucky’s knockers, glazing them, even through the mesh material, while a similar jet of thick glutinous precum soon issued from Gerald’s dick to smack into Foxy’s right eye.
The stacked bimbo whores were getting peppered by precum from all sections of the waiting room. If anything, the male invalids were a little too healthy. Dicks were being waggled at them. Huge ones.
‘I mean maybe I actually do need this taking a look at!’ laughed Gerald, blasting another shot glass sized serving of prejizz at the pair of teens that were dressed like hooker slut, I can’t stop!’
‘You mother fuckers…’ Foxy said, one eye glued shut, the other squinting at the two students as laces of precum dangled in sticky tangles from her jawline, dripping onto her t-shirt.
‘OKAY!’ yelled Fuckey, generally, at the twenty male students in the waiting room, all of them who were by now aggressively stroking their monster cocks in anticipation of the coming carnage that seemed on the cards, ‘IS THERE ANYONE WHO ACTUALLY GENUINELY NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION IN THIS WHOLE ROOM, OR DID EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU BULLCOCK FUCKPIGS JUST ROCK UP TO HAVE A CRACK AT NURSE PENNYWEATHER?’
No one said anything.
‘Foxy,’ said Fuckey, metaphorically rolling up her sleeves, ‘Let’s fuck our way to the front of the queue.’
‘Won’t be the first time,’ Foxy said, grinning widely and getting on her knees.
* https://chyoa.com/chapter/Some-dialogue-and-movements
