Mr. Dinger gives a dong to another girl

Mr. Dinger leisurely strolled away from the computer rooms slightly bitter, yet satisfied from his confrontation with the girl Cynthia. She was an insufferable girl, a real dick, and now that she actually had a dangling dong. The notion was infinitesimally funny and hot to the perverted man’s mind. He was sure that if he passed the computer room later on that he would hear the sounds of depravity from Cynthia and whoever was the victor of their games.

Mr. Dinger wandered the school’s halls for his next victim, smiling deviously whenever he passed classrooms requisitioned for use by SECCA program participants. It was when he had chanced upon a classroom used for detention that he saw an opportunity for more mischief. He entered the classroom with a smile that others would describe as sleazy.

“Hello Mr. Dinger, what brings you here on this fine afternoon,” the young female teacher asked him.

Mr. Dinger didn’t know nor care for the teacher’s name as she was a new hire, “Ah yes John, names John right? I’m here to relieve you of detention duty, you lucky lady. You have a student that needs extra “lessons'' right now don’t you?”

The woman looked at Mr. Dinger in confusion before smiling, “Yup John's name, and thanks for taking over Mr. Dinger.” John then left in a hurry with an eager gait leaving him alone with the students.

There were two students, one boy and one girl, in the classroom. The boy was a short kid who dressed like a punk, but everything was too large on him. The girl had green eyes and long blonde hair. She wore stylish skinny jeans and a long-sleeved crop top that exposed her midriff and stomach. A pretty flower she was compared to the wannabe gangster.

Taking a seat in the teacher’s chair, Mr. Dinger caressed the ring on his hand and asked,” So what did you two do to end up here on this fine afternoon?”

The boy and the girl reluctantly fidgeted in their seats before the boy answered first, “Name’s Albert, I got caught taking ****, and my grades are bad, but I ain't into that SECCA shit.” Mr. Dinger was pleasantly surprised that there was a boy who didn’t like the new learning program. Did he not like femdom or was it that he couldn’t get it up due to the **** that he was on?

Then the girl spoke next, “I’m Lisa,” she said quietly,” I’m not supposed to be here. I was framed. Some girls lied about me stealing Ms. Yogurt’s strap-on. They probably did it, the thieves, and everyone knows they’re lesbians. I’ve got good grades so I’ve never needed to participate in SECCA, so I couldn’t have taken it. I’m innocent.” Lisa’s body shook in anger as her words relit the fires of injustice in herself. Ah, a bully victim, Mr. Dinger had seen these types of situations before, it was a messy business that he stayed out of.

“I see,” Mr. Dinger leaned back in his seat,” You heard the detention spiel from John right?”

The two students acknowledged his words by halfheartedly nodding.

“What if I told you that there was a fast pass out of this monotonous punishment, would you take it?”

“Hell yeah,” the boy said with interest in his eyes.

“Is there?” the girl asked.

“Of course, this get out of jail card is a new part of the SECCA program that the upper board is testing at our school.”

“Fuck that then. I ain't gonna bend over to get my ass railed by you,” Abert sputtered and turned to look away at a wall in defiance.

Mr. Dinger laughed condescendingly, “Of course you won’t be reamed by me. That luxury is saved for the female teachers under SECCA policy. To leave detention all you need to do is masturbate under supervision, as it demonstrates the ability of self-control and working sex drive. This is to turn detention into a learning lesson for the betterment of students, you understand?”

Now it was Lisa who answered, “I understand but can I do it under female supervision? No offense sir, but it’s uncomfortable for me to do it under your eyes.”

Tapping on the armrest Mr. Dinger feigned remorse, “Yes, normally the women instructors are supposed to do this sort of thing, but today you're left with me. Now if it makes you feel better Lisa I know that you didn’t steal the strap on. I can clearly see your, if I can be crass, large fire truck hose of a phallus and super-sized sovereign orbs. Since you have such equipment it makes no sense for you to steal a strap on, am I right?”

Where there was none before, a massive tube flanked by two pump spheres bulged the blonde’s skin-tight skinny jeans, so much so that it looked extremely uncomfortable. It was a wonder how Lisa even got her third leg and family jewels down her strained pants in the first place, without magic of course.

Lisa’s face lit up as she was vindicated, “Exactly, it makes no sense sir, but Ms. Yogurt still put me in detention.”

“I’ll talk to her, so if you relieve yourself now, then you are free to go.”

Lisa blushed but nodded with determination, turning her attention away from the teacher to her groin. The blonde unzipped her jeans and slowly fished her massive tool out of her pants, pulling it up and over her panties until her soft length was free of its confines. The oversized cock dwarfed the hands that held it, even flaccid it was a meaty monster. Lisa then started to jerk off her mega meat with both hands, making it grow turgid. The bendy length stiffened as fat viny veins become visible on the girl'ss throbbing fuck rod. She was breathing heavily now, breathing as if it took great effort to engorge her fleshy spear. It was a perverse show, a young adult girl stroking her stupidly huge dick to a full erection in a schoolroom, utterly depraved.

Mr. Dinger smirked as he took a moment to glance at Albert. The boy had practically fallen out of his seat in disbelief of Lisa’s growing size. Speaking of Lisa’s member, her giant fuck stick towered up at an angle away from her, weighed down by its pulsing meat and pumping blood, in a complete hardness. Her balls, not to be left behind, bulged juicily from between her thighs like basketball-sized cream puffs, absolutely churning with white liquids.

For the next 3 minutes, Mr.Dinger and Albert watched Lisa jerk, fap, and pleasure her big big big penis to the best of her ability, as her small hands could only do so much. Before she came, her clear precum had made a wet mess of her cock, groin, thighs, and basically everything around her. When she did jizz, she painted the room in ropes of thick spunk, her length of cock waving about like an uncontrolled firehose.

“My my my, I didn’t take you for a quick shooter Lisa, what a surprise,” Mr. Dinger commented, somehow untouched by Lisa’s wild flying spunk,” Too big to fit anyone, thus an inexperienced virgin, is that the story?”

Lisa could only moan embarrassingly as her mind was overwhelmed with orgasm. Albert, much closer to Lisa, was drenched in sperm slime, and he was struggling to cover his face as cum splattered at random.

“Well, this is getting out of hand. Albert, why don’t you help Lisa out by lending her your butthole?”

“No,” the boy sputtered, curled up in defense mode.

“Come on boy, it’s not SECCA it’s helping out a fellow student, plus those **** you've been taking have made your behind able to accommodate large objects. Am I right?”

“Fine,” Albert said,” I’m only doing this to help Lisa masturbate, not for any school policy shit.”

With baggy pants off, the short boy sloshed his way over to Lisa, battling the torrent of white waves. Then he jumped and wrestled down her beastly genitalia, like Hercules fighting the Nemean Lion, squeezing hard to stop her unending stream. He then positioned himself, ass to the tip of her battering ram, before ramming himself down. His butt stretched as was stated, engulfing the girthful shaft of fuck flesh. Unfortunately, while he could take width, length was subpar as he took only the head of the monster deep into his overstuffed core. Lisa, for her part, was only half aware, lost in the sensations of her first penetrating dick sex.

“It seems like now is a good time to leave, cannonade being temporarily stopped and all. Hum, both of you, Lisa and Albert, you’re to stay here for the full duration of detention. This is because sex is not masturbation. Since I’ll be going, masturbation under teacher supervision is unattainable, so the SECCA ruling isn’t going to work,” Mr. Dinger exited the classroom, enjoying the angry protests of the boy and the moans of the girl. Then screams of pleasure and panic followed as Lisa began to cum again, filling Albert like a water balloon.

Mr. Dinger knew they weren’t going to leave that classroom for the rest of the afternoon as both would be too tired once their long fuck session ended.