Dan suddenly swore. He had overbalanced and had to grab the counter to stop himself from falling over, finally releasing the brunette’s tits. The girl overbalanced with him and fell backwards, catching herself at the last second so she was propped up on her arms. It was obviously bad timing, as Dan’s cock instantly spurted a long white load into the air. The sperm hosed across the girl’s chest and face with the first squirt, the next splattered onto the ass of the dreadlock girl sucking Jim’s balls.
“Oh no,” The brunette cried, trying to scoop come off herself. “It’ll be wasted!”
Even as she spoke another jet hit her in the forehead and hair, before Dan grabbed her and stuck his twitching member back in her mouth. She quieted as she sucked the rest of the load out of him.
There was cool air on Jim’s privates. The two black girls had released his bits from their mouths to help clean up the lost load. He watched as the girl who had been on his cock started lapping up the goo on the dreadlock girl’s firm butt. His cock was dripping on the floor, but only with spit.
Head was right next to him.
“So, any luck here, Jim-lad? You don’t seem to be getting off very much, for a young lad like you.”
“Its okay. Its still, y’know, fun and all.”
“Hmmm,” Head rubbed his chin, watching the girls licking sperm off each other, Dan moaning in the background. “I’m guessing these girls aren’t going to be your pick, my boy. How about we go for a walk?”
He followed Head out of the cafeteria, looking around at all the exposed breasts and spoonfuls of semen going into mouths. Even with all this, he didn’t feel like blowing.
They followed the river of synthetic stuff back in the opposite direction from which they had come earlier. Jim wondered if Mum was enjoying herself on the office floor. She sure seemed to get more of a buzz from the girls that he had gotten so far.
The river came to a wall in the room, painted green and blue to match the concept of being outside. Here there was an opening, like a cave entrance, which the river ran into with a small path alongside it. The cavern beyond was a little bit darker, about the size of a basketball court. There were a few other shadowy doorways leading out.
The main feature of this room was the lake of synthetic sperm that took up most of the space. It had ladders at the sides like a swimming pool. The surface was completely calm, the thick liquid barely stirred by the flow of the river.
“What is this?” Jim asked.
“This is one of the lakes, Jim. When new girls are made, they are placed in the lake while they come to full awareness. Don’t ask me why they don’t drown, you’d have to ask one of the boffins.”
“So there’s girls under there?”
“Maybe not right now. I hope there is, though. It really is something to see them come out for the first time. I thought maybe you’d like to see it, maybe it’ll give you a thrill.”
“Okay.”
“You just wait here,” Head said, walking back out. “I’ll just grab one of the guys and see if a girl is due to wake up anytime soon.”
Jim leant against the wall and stared into the lake. It should have been gross to look at this giant pool of jizz, yet he found himself watching it like he might have watched a body of water. There was a peace in its yellow-white surface.
He was also a little miffed. Head could have left him in the cafeteria instead of all alone out here. The black girls’ mouths had been spectacular even if they hadn’t been getting him off. Absently he started stroking himself as he thought about all the mouths that he had gotten inside during the morning.
There was a ripple on the lake, barely noticeable. He continued jerking, thinking nothing of it.
Another ripple, then a clutch of bubbles. He stopped wanking, staring at the surface. Was something about to happen? What was that?
A small dome rose from the sperm about twelve feet away. It was about the size of a breakfast bowl. Now he could see that it was moving towards him, slowly, sporadically. It got within a foot of the edge when the rest began to emerge.
It was a person. The dome had been the top of its head. The whole head emerged, followed by shoulders and arms. Everything was slathered in thick sperm so that he could tell next to nothing about its appearance apart from the shape. The thin arms boosted the figure up onto the ledge, where it gathered itself and stood.
It was obviously a girl. She was tall, with a long graceful body. She had womanly hips above long thin legs which had a space between the thighs. Her chest was obscured by clots of come, yet he could tell her breasts were two perfect globes, not as big as Tiffany’s but much more beautifully shaped.
Somehow she seemed to sense him. She walked towards him, hips swaying, dripping semen all over the tiles. He was mesmerized, he couldn’t move. When she was right in front of him she reached up and wiped at the gunk in her eyes. Two warm dark green eyes looked down at him. A long pink tongue slid out and licked the pretty lips clean.
She knelt in front of him. His erection, now harder than he ever remembered it being, waved in front of her creamed face. Without even raising a hand, she leaned forward and opened her mouth, closing her lips on the tip and sliding right down to the base.
He came the instant he felt her throat. The orgasm had leapt out of nowhere. A sound that verged on a scream burst out of him, his hands grasped her head, oblivious of the thick sperm covering her hair. His cock squirted and squirted, still stuck in her throat, which twitched as she swallowed it all.
Finally he slumped back and she released him. He felt like he might pass out. Instead she rose gracefully and took his arm, pulling him along with her towards one of the doorways he had seen earlier. He was struck with how she moved, like a ballet dancer, every step perfectly poised and sensual.
The room she led him to was a shower. Completely tiled, with banks of shower heads along the walls. She pulled him over to one and activated the water.
Jim watched entranced as she turned under the hot water, letting it wash the thick goo of the lake from her body. She was revealed right before him, every revelation more pleasing than the last.