Exactly who is interrogating who here?

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‘Oh that,’ said Fuckey, yawning performatively, ‘boring!’

The ridiculously stacked teen grabbed Ian’s mega-hard schlong and shoved it away playfully so it swung around wildly, thick tendrils of droopy precum hanging from it.

The thing stuck out from Ian’s groin, rigid, iron-hard, eighteen inches long.

‘Yeah sir, come on, don’t you want spend time getting to know us more, you know, intimately…?’

Foxy stopped the swaying monster wang with her fingers, clasped her fist around the clublike length and manoeuvred it towards her face. Sticking her neck out she moulded her lips to smooch the glistening tip of the beastcock before allowing a blossom of frothy slobber to bubble out from her lips, the gorgeous eighteen year old slut expertly and artfully letting the saliva rest on the engorged purple crown. It stayed there.

Ian was not deterred, even as the Foxy transferred the dick to her spirit sister, who sucked Foxy’s spittle off the massive member quickly and slurped it loudly. The feeling of the schoolgirl’s hot, plump, ripe lips on his engorged cockend was divine.

‘Girls, I’m the one in charge her. This needs to be explored!’

‘Yeah, sure,’ Foxy said, opening her mouth, all but ignoring the stud teacher.

Fuckey took the cue and spat the thick wad of bubbly slobber back into Foxy’s mouth, who started smoking Ian’s bell end like a class-A pornstar again. Within seconds the massive-titted teen was quacking like a duck, and a thick beard of coagulated slobber was frothing over her chin.

‘Girls, I have a duty of care here,’ Ian insisted as Foxy gargled his shaft.

Foxy took the blunt fucktool out of her mouth, and as it was connected to her lips with a thick rope of precum and saliva, spoke conversationally.

‘Sure sir,’ she said, eyes rolling in mock disbelief, ‘the guy who put Sindee Sinn in a cockshock coma has a duty of care!’

Ian bridled slightly. Sindee was a very experienced teenage slut who had taken a double vaginal double anal reaming from several very enthusiastic male members of staff… but she had taken a funny turn when she unleashed his male member from his trousers in the corridor the following day, Ian’s behemoth junk springing out of his trousers to clock her in the jaw and turn a cog inside her cock addled mind. Still cross-eyed, the big-titted teen was recuperating in the infirmary.

‘She isn’t in a coma,’ Ian blustered.

‘She hasn’t woken up yet,’ Fuckey put in. She waggled her tongue at Ian.

‘Don’t change the subject,’ Ian said as Foxy smirked and jammed his cockend in her cheek, ‘you girls went into Nurse Pennyweather’s waiting room at 9am on Monday morning –‘

They were both of them on their haunches, back propped against back on the floor of the nurse’s waiting room, winning gloriously.

It was now twelve minutes past nine, and with a good half of twenty young male invalids already out for the count, Cookie de Luxe and Trixie Foxxx were ripping through them.

The pair of bimbo whores had decided not to take anyone at their word when it came to claims of being sick or otherwise incapacitated, so the ten or so male students that were arrayed variously on the floor, lounging on several chairs, either vaguely groaning or apparently comatose, weren’t going to have their pulses checked in a hurry. Their balls had been expertly and rapidly drained by the dynamic duo, and their leaking phalluses, lolling over their bellies and thighs told the story more than adequately. A few of them still had enough about them to keep their eyes on the action, watching the debauched display still going on in front of them. Quite a few, more in fact, had checked out…

‘Yeaah, so what?’ Foxy said in an exaggeratedly carefree way.

‘We were sick,’ Fuckey said, and then coughed limply, ‘aheh-aheh.’

‘And there were two dozen male students there?’

‘They were sick too, sir!’

‘You’re not wrong about that,’ Ian said, letting his dick tip upwards away from Fuckey’s mouth before planting it back in her face with a splat, ‘because none of them was fit for anything by twenty-past nine! Nurse Cannon had to roll in a load of IV drips from the LUVVIT facility to rehydrate them! Most of them didn’t get back to classes for three days!’

‘You’ll have to ask Nurse Pennyweather about that, sir,’ Fuckey said.

‘Yes sir,’ Foxy added, ‘she made quite an entrance!’

‘I’ve seen the security footage,’ said Ian, who was **** to degree. The latex clad nurse appearing at the door to her surgery had quite the ball-emptying effect on the rest of the male students that has collected in a crescent around the terrible twosome. Very few of them were left standing after that, and nurse Pennyweather, pelted with teenage semen, took the plastering like a champ. Ian had deposited him load just watching it. Some of the video equipment needed quite a brisk clean afterwards. He’d made a quick exit.

‘I don’t think there’s anything unusual about the pair of us feeling sick on Monday morning, going to the Nurse, getting in a little bit of a pickle with about twenty guys and draining all their dicks,’ Fuckey said.

‘Just to get to the front of the queue, sir!’ Foxy added.

Ian’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

‘Tell you what sir, you can continue the interrogation, and we’ll definitely take our punishment…’ Fuckey said.

‘… but wouldn’t you prefer us to milk your fucking monster meat pole while you do it?’

Ian couldn’t disagree.

‘Get on the table then, sir!’

‘On the table?’

‘You want to be milked, don’t you?’

Fuckey tapped the top of Ian’s desk. ‘Up here.’

‘Chop chop,’ Foxy said.

‘You want me up there?’

‘On all fours, you fucking mutant-cocked stud pervert!’ Foxy laughed.

Doing as he was told, Ian mounted the desk on all fours.

He felt one of the girls grab his member from behind, pull it between his legs, and place the thick, rigid tube of flesh until it pointed downwards, vertically, at the floor beneath the desk.

‘Get a bucket,’ Fuckey said.

‘Bin do?’

‘Perfect!’

Without further ado, Foxy shoved her face into Ian’s backside, and engaged in the most spirited and luscious tonguing of his asshole, while both hands massaged his fucktool from behind with long strokes.

‘Let’s milk this beast!’ Fuckey said, dropping the bucket at the base of the desk, as Ian’s meaty fuckpipe started to spew precum torrentially from its tip, directly downwards, hosing into the bucket.