Miss Swanson has some fun with the girls

Miss Swanson reached down, lifting Doug up with ease, a smile on her lips as she looked down at him. "Later Dougy..." she attempted to whisper, though everyone in the room heard it, the seven young girls grinning as they did. Miss Swansons grin turned to a grimace as she raised her head and saw the girls. "Were these girls chasing you Doug?" She asked, loud and in charge. The oldest of the girls turned to escape, but a sharp "STOP!" had her crashing into the door instead. Doug gaped for a moment before realizing his hand was still gripped firmly on the teachers shaft and quickly removed it, instead staring up at Miss Swansons face.

"Yes ma'am. My sister made a video..." Doug said meekly, hoping for a similar level of sympathy his mother had given.

Miss Swanson interrupted before he could continue "So ALL the girls are out for you?" she asked, looking down at Doug, brow furrowed. "You." She suddenly said, an enormous arm snapping out and pointing at one of the girls. "Show me this video." The girls pause had Miss Swanson suddenly staring, steely eyed at the girl who was rapidly fumbling with her cellphone.

"My mom yelled at her, but she shared it with her friends online..." Doug tried to continue, but was cut-off by his own moans suddenly shouting out of a cellphone speaker. A grin starts to cross the faces in the room, Doug's embarrassment suddenly rising to his cheeks causing him to lower his head.

"Give it here." Miss Swanson said, an eyebrow raised, and the girl reluctantly tosses her phone to the teacher, her grin rapidly turning to disappointment and shame. The other girls just kept grinning as Doug's moans continues to fill the room. It isn't long before Miss Swanson starts to grin herself, and Doug can't help but feel the monster shaft so nearby suddenly bump into him. The teacher is hardly the only one starting to sport wood, the girls' grins suddenly turning to embarrassment as they suddenly find themselves trying to hide their growing erections. Doug did his best to step towards free space.

Finally the video stopped playing, and Doug suddenly found an enormous hand on his shoulder, Miss Swanson gripping down firmly but gently. "Don't worry Dougy, I know just what to do." Doug couldn't help but turn and look once again into her face and got a smile in return "And when your ready for challenge..." she whispered, this time right in his ear before standing up and frowning at the girls arrayed at the rooms entrance. Doug couldn't help but color as she stepped past, her arm gently pushing his hand to bump her still free and mostly flaccid cock for the briefest moment.

"As for you..." she suddenly boomed, standing before Doug's seven pursuers. "You know not to pick on boys, don't you?" Miss Swanson asked, yes being the only possibly answer. The girls said it in chorus. "Is spreading this sort of this acceptable?" She asked again, the answer just as obvious. The girls said their 'no's every bit as in key. "So you know you need to be punished?" Miss Swansons final question only earned heads hung in shame. "So the question is how..." Miss Swanson starts, suddenly pacing the small space of the lounge, her huge free cock waggling with every step. "The school would have me send you to the principal..." She said, continuing her leisurely steps, every eye in the room helplessly glued to the pendulous motion going on between her legs. "But I think we should let Doug decide." She said stopping, staring down Doug.

It was all Doug could do to survey the room, the still **** earlier conquest of Miss Swanson lying bloated and cum covered in front of the couch, the seven girls all struggling with their erections, only those in pants managing to actually keep their monstrous beasts contained. It was hard not to notice the half-erect member pressing of the oldest girls skirt, dragging it's long hem already up to her knees. The two Asian girls were the worst off, their shorts no competition for their massive bulges, their pricks bursting free from the bottoms and bouncing to the floor nearly two feet below. Finally Doug noticed her, in the back... an eighth girl.

Teresa wasn't just hanging her head, she looked guilty, her glasses doing nothing to frame her panic. Unlike before, her eleven inches were hidden, her hands both pressed down on her skirt. As he plotted punishment, Doug couldn't help but remember the girls schemes to pimp him out.