Ian and Charles greet the new intake

Ian and Charles had been working their way down the corridor of the new dorm and greeting the new female students. These girls had just arrived and were fresh from home, most getting dropped off by their parents and excited to meet their new classmates and room-mates. There was bustle all over the school as the staff addressed themselves to welcoming the new intake, and the whole sit was swarming with new arrivals carting their luggage all over the campus to their new rooms. It was an exciting time, full of promise, and it was much improved by the progression of the two monstercocked studs moving as a pair into each room, spending a couple of minutes introducing themselves to the excited new schoolgirls and then going onto the next one.

The pair of them had already done about a dozen rooms in the east wing, so anyone walking down the corridor in their wake would have been greeted, had they taken the opportunity to peer into the rooms that Ian and Charles has visited, by the sight of an eighteen year old novice hyperslut lying on their ass or their back, absolutely plastered with cum and beaming with a blissed out expression on their face. It seemed like the perfect welcome to the school. That was if you could see the expression on their face for the thick pasting of white, oozing semen that each of them were equipped with. Quite often the walls to the rooms were newly decorated with splashes of semen as well, as Ian and Charles had quite liberally hosed down the new students and their abodes with their prodigious issue.

At the moment, Charles was to be observed sliding his hand firmly over his bucking organ, wringing a spectacular burst of spunk from the head of his cock that jetted out in one thick spray and nailed a young blonde slut between the eyes. The blast petered out a little and a thick arc of cum dripped downwards lower and pasted her purple suitcases.

‘Good to meet you Tiffany,’ said Charles, standing over the awesomely cum-splattered teen, ropes of cum already hanging off her face and sliding onto her jutting knockers, the science teacher’s heaving, pulsing cock sticking out directly at her face a cum dripped out of it in thick lines between her splayed feet, ‘we hope you’ll like it here.’

Ian, his gigantic penis also pointing out horizontally at the spunked teen, lifted his cum dripping member up in his right hand and whipped it forwards, allowing the lace of semen that dangled from the end to sail through the air and land on top of Tiffany’s head. ‘You’ve got great potential,’ he said.

The two teachers tuned and went out of the room.

‘I really enjoy meeting the new students,’ said Ian, as they continued down the corridor. A trail of white gluey cum could be seen on the floor of the corridor behind them that demarcated precisely where they had been.

‘Me too,’ said Charles, ‘though as a ceremony I’d run it a close second to graduation.’

Ian smiled as he thought of graduation. Charles was right. It was enjoyable.

‘Who do you think enjoys this day more,’ he mused, ‘you or nurse Pennyweather?’

He was reminded of the megatitted brunette earlier in the day, wheeling a huge metal trolley bursting with her special brand of stimulants and enhancers to the corresponding male wing of the school, where she was by now no doubt engaged in a similar activity as welcoming the new male intake and settling them in. By now no doubt it was probably carnage.

‘Nurse Pennyweather has a simple appreciation of things so pure and direct I don’t feel I could surpass it,’ Charles said.

The pair of them had arrived at the next door in the corridor. It was ajar.