Everything is explained to everyone's satisfaction

Ian was reeling. He was quite used to seeing Charles’s massive, ever-juicy, enormous, thick and hard eighteen inch monster cock waving around, driving into assholes, spearing cunts, pulsing precum and popping horseloads all over the place, but a normal person might find it disturbing, especially if it was just pointing straight at you, in the middle of the day in an educational setting, and you were the school inspectoress.

And there was no way he could explain this away.

It was right there…!

And Ginni had seen it!

And it was so stupid. Of all the places he could have come to as a safe haven, where teaching might have been actually taking place rather than a full on orgy – since Charles was an actually competent educator who actually delivered content as well as monster dick and voluminous cumshots – it was here. And Charles was, of course, blundering around with his trousers off, advancing even now upon Ginni, who was speechless, appalled, astonished, mouth agape, eyes on stalks as the MONSTROUS fuck log waved and wagged towards her, ever step that Charles took.

For a second it occurred to Ian not to lie and just to tell Ginni everything and see what happened. But just as quickly he had a horrible premonition of the consequences of not sustaining this ridiculous façade, which involved himself being sacked, **** to enter the horrors of the real job market, cut loose into the real world, police tape with CRIME SCENE DO NOT ENTER across the door of Charles’s classroom (which this indubitably was) and the whole school closed, students sent away and premises auctioned off.

But he was going to have to lie.

Charles stopped two feet short of Ginni, which meant that there was a mere six inches of fresh air between the enormous, bulbous, shiny, purple crown of Charle’s massive penis where it was pointing out horizontally at Ginni’s cunt.

The fucking thing wasn’t just out, it was heat seeking and laser targeted.

Ian realised that he didn’t just have to find some explanation that Ginni would swallow (unfortunately no pun intended), and prevent Charles from shooting a very hot, thick, hard blast of precum all over Ginni’s pussy and stomach, and the latter was presumably imminent.

You could tell the class were aware of this as well, because the whole air was heavy with a pregnant pause that settled over all the students, male and female alike. They were all watching for Ginni to take a dousing, even as they were expecting Ian’s patented and normally inevitable trouser malfunction that customarily made his whole appendage split his britches and surge free.

Ian pinched his finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose, and thought.

‘You see,’ he began, feeling for the words, ‘you see, Ginni, you see… thanks to the miracle of 3d printing, Professor Woodcock-Splatterwell has been able to take the initiative of providing a classroom demonstration. And what he’d done – haven’t you, Charles – what he’s done is that he’s taken one of these mock-up phalluses, and he has… he has placed this object over his own erm… manhood, in order to demonstrate to the class… in order to demonstrate…’

He trailed off.

Ian used her momentary distractedness to firmly gesture to Laura and Candi to indicate, as firmly as possible, that they should duck their heads down. They did.

Ginni finally managed to tear her eyes away from Charles’ inhumanly engorged fuck missile and searched Ian’s face for some meaning. Something to make sense of this.

‘To demonstrate the heartbreak of those unfortunate victims of penile elephantitis. Those rare, sad, unfortunate souls, one in a million, cursed to spend their lives under an awful sentence of sexual isolation, purely because their sexual organs are so oversized no partner can accommodate them.’

Ginna looked from Ian to Charles for acknowledgement of this.

Charles’s smile was frozen. He had made a terrible miscalculation. Ginni was a civilian.

Ian prompted him, cocking his finger and pointing it at Charles’s huge, fleshy cock.

‘That,’ Ian said, ‘is a prop.’

Charles looked at Ian, then Ginni, then Ian, then Ginni.

Say something, idiot, Ian thought.

‘Yes!’ Charles finally said. ‘It’s a prop. Manufactured for its ah – **** unreality.’

Ginni squinted.

‘It certainly looks very realistic.’

‘Well, the technology is advancing all the time, Miss Edging,’ Charles said, a pained note in his voice. Ian knew instinctively that Charles was battling to contain a major release of precum. He must have been priming himself the second Ginni walked into the classroom and now he was having a hell of a time holding it in.

‘And you can see,’ Ian said, throwing an arm wide, encompassing the whole class, in an attempt to draw the attention from Charles’ monster schlong, ‘look at the faces of the girls in the class. See how they are struck by the realism of the display. Observe how they are stricken by this obscene affliction.’

They all looked at the girls in the class as Ian continued to soliloquise.

Just caught himself in time from referring to them as ‘whores.’

‘These… girls… none of whom could ever dream of achieving congress with such an absurdly-sized organ, none of whom would have the faintest hope of pleasuring such a thing, more than intimidated, shocked, frightened, appalled at such a thing – as you were, Ginni – and each, in the back of their minds, pitying the poor man sporting it.’

Ian, Ginni and Charles looked at the girls in the class. Amongst the faces, each of which was a porno-perfect picture of gorgeous bimbo perfection, and each was slowly nodding along to Ian’s speech in sad agreement, crumpling their sweet faces sympathetically, one wiping a tear from her eye. Ian had fucked every single one of them in the ass just yesterday.

They were very good actresses.

‘I’m thinking of starting a charity for it,’ Kitty La More said mournfully.

This whole place was a charity for monster cocked men, Ian thought. Yesterday he’d jetted so much thick cum on Kitty’s face he’d turned her into a monster.

Another student, Kelly Boom, a gigantic titted blonde in a shiny black leotard, the cleavage pulled together with pink satin straps, reached a black-gloved hand over to Charles’s desk and lifted up one of the mock-penises that sat on it that had been modelled on Charles’s cock.

‘I wouldn’t have a hope of getting this in my mouth,’ Kelly said sadly, inserting the first sized tip in her mouth sideways so that it bulged her cheek.

Ian’s trousers dangerously bulged the same way. Kelly hadn’t had any problems taking his nineteen- incher to the root yesterday.

Charles’s expression was almost becoming pained. Ian knew he was close to bursting.

‘Now class,’ Charles said, ‘the weight of this thing is… quite extraordinary. Let’s all turn to page forty in our textbooks and start the exercises while I… go over here.’

Grimacing, Ian watched as Charles walked stiffly, monster dick protruding, over to the window where the Hart sisters had performed their fun little display, opened it as wide as it would go, and, out of sight of Ginni where his body obscured the view, gave the blonde sisters a broadside of impossibly thick, sticky precum that, Ian knew, would have been hosing in a torrent out of his cock all over his own girlfriend.

‘UUUUUUURRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!’ Charles cried, trying to suppress the sound and failing badly.

‘Gosh it must have been heavy,’ Ginni said.

‘Must be a terrible affliction,’ Ian said.

There were ten minutes before the end of the lesson, Ian knew. He had ten minutes to get Ginni out of the relatively quiet corridors before it was break and they filled up with students who would spend the time fucking ungovernably.

‘So, I guess that was science, or something,’ Ian said. He gestured for Ginni to leave the classroom. ‘Shall we?’